This is a continuation of Peters Pipe Saga I Part I Peter awoke to the sound of a dog barking up the street. He lay still reminiscing about Samantha: the smell of her perfume, the color of her hair, the smoothness of her skin. He opened his eyes to find Samantha cuddled up next to him, her left arm draped across his muscled torso. He wondered if he should wake her, but she appeared so peaceful he really could not bring himself to disturb her. Laying there looking down at her he thought about how great it will be to finally have girlfriend. Even though Peter was a Herculean specimen of a young man, he had not had very much luck with women in the past. He just could not force the words out of his mouth. He would think great lines of poetry and romantic banter, but the messages never got transmitted to his mouth. That was all over now that he and Samantha had gotten together. Peter started to fantasize about the experiences he and Samantha would have this week at school. He would walk to class, hand in hand, with Samantha. This would be wonderful; he could finally show up most of the asshole type guys at school. He had gotten some admiration after the jogging incident, especially in the locker room, but still had problems relating to most people at school. He still had the shy, quite type mannerisms and this lead to many whispered accusations that he had staged the jogging incident with a prosthetic penis to increase his popularity. Now with Samantha as his girlfriend he hoped that the whisperings would stop and people would accept that he had something a woman would want. Just then, he noticed that Samanthas left hand started down the right side of his body. She moved slowly down his side until her hand was on his hip. She then gave a little squeeze and craned her neck to look Peter in the eye. Good Morning, Sexy, said Samantha in a sultry voice. And hello to you too, Samantha joked as she lifted the covers and looked down at Peters flaccid cock. Mornin, Sam, replied Peter. There was a call from downstairs, Samantha! Honey are you up yet?. It was Samanthas parents getting home early from their weekend away. Shit, my parents are home early. Quick get dressed, exclaimed Samantha as she flew out of bed and began to dress. Peter quickly did the same and within a minute both were dressed enough for company, but still looked as if they just woke up. Get into the closet and dont make a sound. Peter obeyed and got into the closet, just as Samanthas father knocked and entered the room. Sam, honey, we had to come home early because Peters parents tried to call and got no answer at home. Peter was supposed to meet his cousin Charlie last night for dinner. You havent seen him have you? Samantha shook her head in the negative all the while trying, without looking like she was trying, not to look at the closet where Peter was concealed. If I see him Dad, Ill make sure he goes home. Okay? Samanthas father seemed satisfied and left the room. Peter emerged from the closet a little while later, with a big grin on his face. I almost wanted your father to find me in here and ask what I was doing. He winked at Samantha. Samantha smiled at Peter and kissed him on the cheek. Peter, go home and deal with your parents. Youd better go out my window and down the lattice work so that my parents dont see you. I call you later, Tiger. She flashed him a wicked, sexy grin as she said these last few words and patted Peter on his butt. He looked over his shoulder, smiled a knowing smile as he opened the window, and climbed out.