Peer Review, Session Three, Recording Six

by Tritium

The woman sat in the hotel room for several hours, alone. She passed the time by reading the newspaper, but had completed most of it; all she had left was the sports section, and she couldn't care less about professional athletics. She was about to give up and go home when the sun went down, figuring that the girl had stood her up... the woman stopped her train of thought and reflected. 'Stood her up?' Had she been thinking of this as a date? She decided that she must leave now, but when she started to collect he belongings, the door opened.

"Next time..." Sam entered in an aggravated state. "...If you want me here before sundown, pick a room on the east side of the building."

"Why?" The woman then realized, before Sam said it, that a room on the west side would get a lot of direct sunlight, and would be bright enough for her to identify Sam. Hell, it was bright enough for her to read a newspaper with the lights off and curtains drawn.

"You can see me, that's why." Sam felt around the room for a chair, but failed to find it. She instead sat, then laid on the bed. She took a cleansing breath. "So what's on the agenda for today?"

"...Whatever you want to talk about. I can lead the conversation, if you like." The woman resettled herself in her chair, putting the recorder on the table, making sure it is pointed in the direction of Sam's voice. "We can begin whenever you are ready."

"I'm ready, and yeah, you start the talking." The annoyance in Sam's voice was starting to fade.

"Study continuing, subject Jane Doe Two, Session three beginning May nineteenth, two-thousand-ten. The time is now eight-forty-one PM." The woman took a moment to think of a question other than 'So, what other deviant behavior have you engaged in that may titillate me?'. The best she could think of was what she eventually asked. "So, has anything interesting happened since we last spoke?" She again reconsidered whether or not continuing the interviews was a good idea.

Sam laughed a bit of a sarcastic, flustered laugh. "Ready for this? My girlfriend asked me to marry her last night."

"That is wonderful, but you don't sound pleased. Am I mistaken?"

"No, you got it right." Sam rolled to her side to face the woman, at least she hoped she was facing the woman. "It's not like I don't want to get married, or marry her... I'm fourteen. I shouldn't be getting married yet."

The woman considered what she was doing, and decided to speak her mind, the study be dammed. "Jane, you are a fourteen year old girl with life experiences grater than that of some forty year old women I know. From my interactions with you, I would say you are far more mature than the average fourteen year old. I don't know how you are in a workplace, or what you would do for practical matters like food and shelter, but your age, in your unique case, should not be a discouraging factor." The woman imagined what the study coordinator would tell her if she ever found out that she had given advice to a subject. She would likely be pulled from the study and barred from ever participating in one again.

"Now you're starting to sound like my step mom." Sam laughed another sarcastic laugh. "She told me almost the same damn thing." She fell silent for a moment. "And, I buy it."

"Then what's making you uneasy about it?"

"She told me that she didn't want monogamy." Sam reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. She used the flame of the lighter to look for an ashtray. "I don't know if I can buy that." She laughed again. "I don't know if she buys that. I just need to think about it."

The woman considers her options here; does she press on or let the subject be dropped. She chose the latter. "Did anything else of merit happen in the past few days?"

Sam considered her week. "I got my blue belt on Monday. I guess that is significant."

"I am unfamiliar with martial arts, is that a major achievement?"

"Kind of. It's the first belt after a white belt – novice, for adults. All it means is I'm not at the kids table anymore, so to speak."

"Why did your school advance you to the adult table, to continue the metaphor?"

"I outgrew the expectations they had for juniors." Sam stopped. "Are you trying to have an 'afterschool special' moment with me?"

"What? You have never seen an afterschool special. They stopped making them long before you were born."

"It's in the culture. And you didn't answer the question. Were you trying to have an 'afterschool special' moment there?" Sam sounded quite amused.

"Maybe, a little."

"I will have none of that. Now, let's move on to the explicit descriptions of underage sex." Sam was now just teasing the woman; in more ways than one.

"Do you get the point though?"

"Yes, I do. But you have an incomplete picture here. I'm nowhere near as grown up and well-rounded as you would make me. Case and point, I am in a math class with a kid who is incapable of communication in any way shape or form, who has a better grade than me. His drool randomly hits the right multiple choice questions more than standard probability would dictate. I can't even make it that far actually trying."

"What's the standard probability?"

"Twenty-five percent. He is getting forty. That's point-one-five over standard deviation. I'm point-three under."

"You just answered a tenth grade math question, which is above your grade level, I believe, the way a statistics student would answer, and answered it correctly. Why the hell are you in remedial math?"

"Because I always get the questions wrong on paper. I see the numbers in the wrong order." This was delivered in one of Sam's trademark verbal shrugs.

The woman was in shock. She couldn't even form a coherent thought on the matter. She would write a letter to the school district demanding that the situation be looked at by qualified educators. She would do that, she insisted to herself, if she ever learned the girls fucking name. "I think you had a good suggestion a moment ago."

"What, the sex thing? We don't have to... I was kidding with you." Sam almost sounded apologetic.

"It is what we are here to do; we might as well get to it."

"...Was there any particular incident you wanted to hear about?"

"We can talk about any incident you feel comfortable sharing. Remember to include every detail you remember."

Sam had to think about this for a moment. It was not easy to dredge up a random memory of something you have done quite a lot of. For some reason her mind kept wandering back to her mother's wedding, which while on the sexy and risqué side, were not the sort of thing that the woman needed. She tried to force her thoughts to something else, possibly more fruitful, but kept coming back to the wedding, and the events surrounding it.

"A week before my mom got married again, they held an engagement party at the house; they didn't want to do the rehearsal and dinner like normal, so they just threw a party for the wedding party. It wasn't a lot of people; two bride's maids on either side, a few usheresses, and my soon to be step-siblings. This was about three years ago so I was eleven, and they were nine.

"The adults, and as I remember a few kids too, were busy eating, drinking, and flirting. No one had sex in the living room, where the party was; If they wanted to, they slipped off to a guest room. I found the party kind of boring, so I went upstairs to my room and stared at a wall for a while. I think ten minutes later I wandered to my sister's room.

"It wasn't the first time I met my step sister or brother, but it was the first time we spent any time alone. The only thing she had unpacked yet was her bed; everything else was in boxes on the floor or in the garage. She was laying on the bed, wearing a tube top, a garter, stockings and panties all made out of silk; it was an actual outfit, not just something she threw on. I was wearing the same thing in a dark purple. It looked rather erotic on her."

"Was it unusual to wear such a reveling outfit?"

"Uh, no. I often walk around the house naked, as does most of my family. Mom and my stepmom went shopping the night before and found the outfits and decided that they would be perfect for the party; see, the people in the wedding party, and all of the guests that would be at the wedding share mom and my stepmom's sexual interests. You can imagine it was a small wedding.

"I sat on the bed, by her feet and looked up at her. She had her eyes closed and ear buds in her ears. I don't know what she was listening to, but it must have been something heavy with a beat, because she was squirming around to the music. I just watched her slim body move to the music for a little while. I don't know why, but I found her to be incredibly erotic that night. I laid down next to her, and rested my head on her thigh; she didn't stop me. She put her hand on the back of my head and pet at me a little. Her eyes stayed closed, but stopped moving so much, likely to make it more comfortable for me.

"After a few minutes she bent her knee, not the one I was laying against, exposing her panty clad pussy to me. I don't know if she intended that as an invitation, but I took it as one. I slid over her leg and rested my face against her sex, and nuzzled it. She smelled wonderful; like flowers and sex. She was aroused, and by my guess had been for quite a while. I started to lick at her lips through the silk.

"She moaned softly immediately, and then moved her hips, so I could lie comfortably between her legs. I tongued at her sex for what seemed like half an hour; when it looked like she was about to cum, I slowed down until the orgasm that was building in her subsided; I was cruel like that, but it wasn't like she was complaining."

Sam stopped talking.

"And then...?" The woman sounded more eager than she desired.

"And then... nothing. Our moms called us back to the party." Sam sat up and lit herself a cigarette.

The woman stopped the recorder. "You are a tease."

"I know. You will get a good one when you tell me one... You owe me."