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Sam had no idea how long she had just sat there in the den while Cat was back in the bedroom crying her eyes out. She was absolutely furious with the redhead for her betrayal in sneaking around with Freddie, as well as actually doing what she did. The sight of her former boyfriend, who looked incredibly fit in the few months since she'd seen him last, completely naked and Cat sprawled on the ground, covered with his release.

‘That was supposed to be mine,’ Sam thought to herself. ‘If Freddie comes, then I should be the reason, or at the very least, the target. How could he not feel the same way?’

The blonde hated feeling any sort of negative feelings- sadness, guilt, hunger, etc. but this was on a whole other level. In her mind, Freddie was 100% the 'one' for her, and when she was ready to settle down he would be there, in his mom's apartment in Seattle, waiting for her. Or Carly. But that really wasn't likely.

But no… Freddie was not only down in LA, but he was also screwing her new best friend. He claimed that Cat lied to him and manipulated him… but that didn't answer what he did. The way he fucked her. Freddie never treated her that way, even when she wanted him to be a little rough with her.

"Fuck…" Sam said to herself, gripping her head which was seething with emotions she needed to find an outlet for. Normally there'd be someone to hit around when she was angry, or a bucket of chicken when she was hungry, or Cat would be more than willing to serve her more primal needs when the mood struck, and she could feel better with each of them, but this was something else entirely.

This was a kick right into what she believed to be a cast-iron stomach. A slap across her face that never stopped burning. A knife in her back that came right through her chest. None of the pain had relented since she caught the two of them. And she couldn't stop seeing it, the image becoming more powerful with each passing moment.

What had they shared that let him do all that?

What did Cat say or do that Freddie would happily just fuck her into oblivion?

The thoughts were never going to stop if she stayed in this spot, 10 feet from where she saw the abomination, so she decided to leave. Just hop on her bike and get away for a while.

* * *

Sam knew it had been a while when she saw that it was dark outside, which meant it had to be around 7 or later. She grabbed her helmet, and then put it back and stared at it, weighing the options if dying from a head injury would actually be an improvement on her current state.

Fortunately, she aired on the side of caution, and picked it back up, and rode as far away from the apartment as she could think to. Which meant seeking out her new friend, and hoping that Jade might be enough of an escape for her needs.

When Sam arrived at the house however, she was saddened to find that, while Jade had just gotten back home, she was not alone. And her plus one, who she could see opening the car door for Jade, was the last male she ever wanted to see tonight.

Sam desperately tried to pump herself as she watched them, believing and hoping that Freddie was just staying here since he didn't have a place, and that her bedfellow from 12 hours ago was just nice enough to let him crash.

But no, the way he casually touched Jade's arm to the way he led her to her own door told Sam everything she needed to know for a lifetime.

‘Is Benson just a man-whore now?’ Sam's mind raced with vivid images of the wild sex they were no doubt about to have- her riding him, Freddie going down on her, and ending with Jade looking just like Cat did, with Freddie standing over the pale girl with his huge-

The fantasy/nightmare stopped immediately when a car honked at her, since she had apparently just stopped in the road to watch her world fall apart. Sam quickly moved aside and took off back to another familiar place that she could find some peace, and maybe some shelter.

* * *

Unfortunately for Sam, tonight, that place did not seem to exist. Bots was closing and turned her away. Goomer wasn't allowed guests after 9, so that was out. Even Dice, who she couldn't imagine turning down the chance to have a pretty, hot girl in his house for a night, was grounded. Sam even went to Nona's but stopped herself before entering, feeling it would be too weird. Those were her places and none of them worked. She had nowhere to go. Sam was so desperate, she even tried Carly, but there was no answer.

Well, nowhere that she wanted to go, at least.

Sam took a deep sigh as she slipped back into the apartment, and even from the door, she could hear the quiet mewing of Cat s!eeping, making cute noises. For half a second, Sam forgot what Cat had done hours before, and that felt nice, but one look at the kitchen in disarray reminded her of the redhead's crimes.

And so, Sam returned to the couch, where she had spent most of the afternoon and evening, and she wasn't sure if it was actual tiredness or if her body and mind were just done, the blonde fell out, and crashed hard, burying her face in throw pillows and dreamt of the night everything changed.


* * * * * *

"This is too much fun…" Freddie said, taking only a moment to speak as his lips couldn't bear not to be on Sam's for more than a second.

"Yup…" she said just as hurriedly, eager for him to do more than just kiss her.

The newly formed couple had been together for just over a week, but with the hurricane of kissing and touching, and flirting and fighting, it felt like much longer. As if everything they had experienced together had led them to this exact moment.

Tonight, Carly had banished them from the apartment for a few minutes so she could think straight and because she knew how complicated saying 'goodnight' was for them. Needless to say, they took advantage of losing their chaperone and made out in the hallway, possessed with desire for one another.

But as much as he wanted it, and encouraged Freddie to do more- to use his tongue more, to touch her body, and currently, to press her body against one of the walls and just dominate her. In her mind, Freddie was the only person who deserved that honour, to take charge physically. None of which he did.

Sam could have fought him about this, throwing a tantrum and doing some physical damage for him being a bit of a wuss, but she shrugged it off, and hoped this was something that would disappear when he became more comfortable with her.

"Here," Sam said, grabbing his hand and placing it on her ass as she backed up a bit against the wall.

"Sam?" Freddie recoiled quickly, apparently worried that this was going a step too far.

So the blonde used the one hand to push his hand fully onto her plump posterior, while using the other to pull him against her body tightly, sandwiching her with the wall. "Just go with it, Benson…"

Freddie shrugged, and cautiously began to kiss her again, this make out session far less heated in the mouth department than the one they just had, but it seemed for a good minute that he was taking her lead a little bit.

He even veered off a bit to kiss her cheek and down to her neck, the latter of which made her skin grow goose bumps, as a small moan came from her mouth.

"Ohmygod…" he said, stepping back, "Are you ok?"

"Umm… yeah… I was," Sam said, pissed that he just stopped because she made a noise. "It was just a moan, and it happened because I finally started to enjoy myself."

"Oh…" he said, clearly oblivious to his sin. "We could start again if you-"

"Nah…" Sam said, which was a lie because she desperately wanted him to take her right here, but that clearly wasn't going to happen. "Not feeling it anymore."

"I'm… sorry," he said, trying to apologize, grabbing her hand, which turned Sam on that he was making a move, but her hand was all he latched onto. "I will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, or whatever," Sam said, trying to look like what just happened wasn't a big deal, but she wasn't that great of an actress. She would be savouring Freddie's touch and those neck kisses for days to come, and she needed to find a way for him to do that again… and more. And so she simply closed with, "Night" before heading back to Carly.

Within twenty minutes of hopping into bed, Carly was out like a light, snoring high pitched noises once again, and despite all of Sam's shifting and shoving in the bed, there was no waking or budging her co-host and best friend. Which left the blonde sidekick to just stare up at the ceiling and rewind the events of the evening, making sure to savour some particular memories.

As if by magic of wishful thinking, Sam's phone buzzed, which of course didn't wake the s!eeping giant, but Sam was happy to see that it was Freddie.

-Look, I'm really sorry about tonight. I'm just trying to keep things slow so we can enjoy things and there's no pressure for other stuff.

Sam didn't have to think too hard to figure out what he meant by other stuff, but that didn't change the fact that for a minute tonight in that hallway, she wanted all the 'stuff' he could give her.

-it’s cool. can’t s!eep tho

-Because of what I did?

-nah… carls is out n im not tired n im hot

-You won't hear me denying that. Lol. But why not turn a fan on or use less covers?

-no fans in here. im alredy down to just sheet.

Sam knew where this conversation was going, and a part of her prayed that he might get the hint or that she could direct him to it at least.

-Can you lose some clothes? If you were wearing the wool socks, fleece pants and thicker shirt you were wearing earlier, that could explain it.

‘Bingo,’ Sam thought. ‘He's taking the bait.’

-no… i changed 2 sum boy shorts and camisole b4 bed

There was a delay in his response, and Sam was starting to get on edge, and wondered if that discouraged him from talking, or hopefully, he was looking up what those clothes were. So she upped the ante.

-theyre 2 small tho. musta got these b4 last fall.

It was a well-known fact that something happened to Sam right before their junior year, and every red-blooded male was well aware of what those changes entailed. Freddie was no different, and even before they started dating, she could catch him checking her out, but never considered shaming him for it.

-Ah

"Ah?" Sam whispered to herself. "You don't reply back for five minutes and all you can give me is an 'ah,' Benson?"

-If that's the case, I feel like my comment about how hot you are completely stands to reason then, ha-ha.

The time it took Freddie to craft that message showed that he was clearly nervous with this direction of discussion. But even so, he was pressing on, which was a good sign for Sam.

-if thats the case? U don't believe me?

Feigning anger or outrage was always a good method of snapping Freddie to attention, and this moment felt like just the right time.

-Of course I do. I was just saying you would look really good in that.

-i do

Sam already had her response crafted and flung the turn back at him, and knew her confidence would make him want more. It took a couple minutes, but finally what she'd been waiting for, for the last few minutes, came.

-Can I see you? Like just a picture?

-no way. ull just put it on the net for all the pervs at school. I no u

Now was the moment of truth, hoping that he was interested enough in her to show a little desperation and desire for her.

-I promise. I will delete it immediately. I just want to see how beautiful you are. It'll give me something to think about as I try and s!eep.

‘Shit,’ she thought. ‘He's turning mild sexting into something deep and romantic.’ But the more Sam thought about that notion, the better it sounded, and the more she wanted to give him those images. But it was too dark in the bedroom.

The blonde snuck from the bed into the small bathroom that had a good sized mirror- the type that selfies are made for. Taking a deep breath, she quickly cleaned herself up so she was presentable and then took the picture in the mirror.

As she stared at the screen, she was impressed with herself. It was a good shot that showed off her curves incredibly well, especially her chest, which was stretching the camisole beyond repair, and it was abundantly clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

With a quick 'k' she sent the pic of herself, and then took several quick breaths, awaiting his answer for what he thought of her. It felt like an hour, and Sam's insecurities took hold, fearing that he was rejecting her and that he didn't like or want her body now that he'd seen what she looked like under all those clothes.

-Wow

The ping of the phone drove the blonde to grab it like a woman possessed, but she was incredibly disappointed at the minimalist answer. Though, to be fair, it was better than 'Ah.'

-i look that bad? lights n here suck.

-No. Amazing.

-Srsly? thanx

-No, thank you, Sam. I will be imagining the image of you in that shirt for a while.

-so u didn't c the shorts?

Before Freddie could even respond to her text, Sam sent another picture, this time bending a bit to highlight her ass, where he refused to just grab her an hour before, but the reflection also gave an incredible cleavage shot as well.

-Those are basically just guy boxers, right?

-kinda, i guess… but usually girls wear underwear underneath them.

This was a loaded statement, thanks to the usually, but Sam desperately wanted him to make the jump and ask the question.

-As long as they are comfortable, right?

"Fuck!" Sam exclaimed in anguish to no one as she sat down on the closed toilet. "You are so flippin' dense, Freddie."

-Are you still hot, or is the bathroom cooler than the bedroom?

‘The temperature?’ Sam thought, grinding her teeth. ‘I send him sexy photos of me in my underwear essentially and the best he can do is say a couple words and talk about how hot it is?’

-im fine

Sam was done. She decided in that moment that she was going to just end things with Freddie tomorrow. He really was as spineless as she thought he was and-

-I ask because my room is pretty cold. When mom leaves for her shift, I normally turn down the air.

…and he was the kind of fucking beautiful and brilliant human being that she couldn't help but want.

-really?

This would answer whether or not he was serious or if he was just flirty, either of which was an improvement over the start of the conversation.

-Yeah. I guess I could let you in, but I'm just in my boxers as well, and I'd have to throw some clothes on and walk to the door and that just seems exhausting.

‘Oh you devilish son of a bitch…’ Sam was grinding her teeth again, but not out of anger this- out of a frustrated desire.

-just boxers? in a cold house? ur crazy. u cood let me in u know

-No way. Crazy for you, maybe. But I'm in bed where I'm warm and comfy.

Sam wondered where this was going but decided to skip ahead a little bit to see how he reacted to a more forward question.

-too scared of little freddie becomin even tinyer freddie?

She regretted it the moment she sent it. ‘Good job, Puckett,’ she mock rewarded herself. ‘Guy shows an interest and you make a small dick joke.’

-Well, in risking being too honest, once I saw your pics, and I can't stop looking at them, shrinkage was not the problem at hand.

Boom. Sam read that text probably ten times before her mind could even start to process it. Freddie, her mind screamed out, the constant gentleman, who refused to grab her ass or press her against a wall and have his way just an hour ago… just admitted she gave him a boner. Her. Her body. Her tits. And her ass. Now it's her turn to play coy.

-u didnt delete them? u said u wood

-Can you really blame me? You look hot and between writing and reading your texts, I've just been thinking about how great you look.

-so u can jerkoff to my pics but u can't show that interest in person?

There it was. That was the question of the hour… or the month, or the century really. This was Freddie's chance to defend his chivalrous actions or to let them go and not hold back.

-I wasn't… doing that. It just happened. But that's beside the point. I do want you, Sam. In practically every way. I just don't want to mess things up by going nuts and doing something we'll both regret.

Sam's heart sunk as she read those words.

-u think ull regret me?

-No… not by a long shot. We've been friends for a long time and if we are going to be together, I don't want to lose that if things don't work out. I don't want to avoid you or feel horrible awkwardness if we break up. We're at this tipping point and if we take things too far, then there's no coming back from it.

-maybe i dont want 2 come back from this

There was a long pause and Sam seriously wondered if that was the wrong thing to say. Possibly proving his point. There was a knot deep in her stomach as she sat on the toilet and counted the little holes in the ceiling, waiting for him to say something. She was halfway done when she decided to just forget it.

Sam flushed the toilet and washed her hands, as not to arouse suspicion if Carly woke up, and headed from the bathroom. As soon as she took a step into the dark bedroom, her phone buzzed.

-The door is unlocked.

The pain deep in the pit of her stomach exploded and she was simultaneously excited and more scared than she'd ever been. Sam snuck as quietly as she could out the bedroom door and down the stairs to the main door, passing a sprawled out Spencer on the couch. The blonde had snuck into the apartment enough times, so getting out wouldn't be a real task.

As he less than subtly said, his apartment was indeed unlocked, and her two ventures into this place allowed her to navigate her way to his bedroom where she could hear his TV going.

Sam pushed open the door and saw her boyfriend sitting on the bed in his boxers, which were lacking the tent that she had partially hoped to see. His body looked well built, and she instantly knew that she was with the right guy.

Freddie admired her body as well, and the pictures did not do her justice at all, even in the current silhouette. Her breasts were so full and round, he practically salivated at the idea of making out with this girl.

"You came," he said, very seriously.

"I certainly wanted to," Sam shot back, citing her double entendre, hoping Freddie would follow.

"That's good…" he said, obliviously. It was clear Freddie was scared and Sam really didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. But the way he looked at her told her that discomfort was not the only thing driving him. "I really wanted to see you."

"You did?" she said sardonically. "The pictures not enough- you need to ogle me in person?"

"No… I wanted," Freddie said, getting off the bed and stepping toward the blonde, "to touch you."

His hands wrapped around her waist, and pulled her closer for a kiss but she stopped him, pressing her finger to his lips.

"You weren't all about touching me earlier. Does this s!eepwear make that much of a difference."

"No… I wanted to hold you and kiss you and… more… earlier, but I was afraid things would go too far." Freddie moved back a step, keeping his hands on her hips. "I still do, and I know you want… more."

His lips crashed forward onto her neck, almost the exact spot he left off on as his hands resumed their position on her lower back, sliding every so often across her ass. She wondered if he'd be disappointed that she actually was wearing panties underneath despite her flirting.

But those fears melted away as her body started to fully wake up, goose bumps going across her arms, and once he pushed them against his door frame, that feeling just lingered on.

Moaning like nothing either of them could have ever expected, Sam had never felt anything like this. And so she treated this moment as if she never would again.

The blonde's arms moved over Freddie's shoulder, and once she knew that he could support her along the doorway, she jumped, wrapping her white legs around his waist.

Freddie was of course surprised, but it didn't slow him down much, inhaling her neck's flesh and getting brave with his hands as he squeezed the plump perfect posterior of the girl he was crazy for.

He was clearly enjoying herself, and it was more than just his mouth and hands that told her that. There was something stiff that felt at times like it was holding her from below with how firm it was, and she began to moisten at the idea.

Sam had had a little bit of a build-up of moistness since the line about being hard for her, but feeling the real thing, being fully held, and him taking charge, she was practical gushing for him to take this further.

Slowly, he let her down, and once he knew she was good on her feet again, he led her to the bed, but Sam pushed him onto it when they got close. Catching himself, he stood on the edge of the bed and watched Sam strut around him, running her hand over her body, taking more than enough time to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric.

Sam stood in front of the TV, at the bottom of the bed, lit entirely by the idiot box behind her and slowly removed the straps from her shoulders, sliding her arms out of the holes slowly, but the center piece held firm, simply from the size of her chest. She did the sexiest move she could think of at the moment and crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom edge of the camisole, and prepared to pull it off.

"Wait…" Freddie said, earning a really annoyed look from Sam for killing the moment. "Take your time. I want… I want to always remember this moment."

‘There he is,’ Sam thought as she smiled down at her boyfriend who was now half lying in the center of the bed, his erection more than just noticeable. She licked her lips and wondered if his body tasted as good as his lips.

It felt like an eternity, but centimetre by centimetre, Sam raised her covering, catching her breasts for a moment in the material until finally, like a dam breaking, the white round orbs spilled out, and even though it was dark, Freddie Benson knew that this was a moment that he would never forget.

Like a tiger, hungry for food, Sam got on all fours as she joined him, crawling on the bed, the gravity defying breasts swaying their supple flesh like juicy ripe fruit that Freddie was starving for. And the look in her eyes was like something otherworldly.

Sam moved beside Freddie and lay next to him, pressing her naked chest against his as she reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her a bit so he could get one under her, which gripped her ass more than her side, while the other softly rubbed her from her clothed mid-thigh, to just short of reaching her breasts. Clearly, he wasn't that brave yet.

"I… can't… believe," Freddie managed as he punctuated his words with kisses that were more passionate and deeper than even he had ever thought they could be, "we… are… doing… this." His tongue danced across hers, and he bit softly into hers as they made out, pulling each other further and further into each other which was almost impossible to do at this point.

There was no question that they were far beyond what 'intensity' was shared in the hallways. This was new and undiscovered territory for either one of them.

Sam wanted to discover every inch of Freddie and used her hands to stroke against his abs, almost scratching, but determined to get a true feel for how his body felt. She too was scared of going lower with her hands, but she had no problem grinding against him to get a feel of what he offered. And man, did he offer it.

Realizing that the boy shorts were really causing more problems for closeness than for how hot she looked in them, she slid them off her legs, and Freddie, assuming this was underwear off time and that he should do the same, followed suit. The difference was immediately obvious.

"I definitely thought you were out of layers," he said shyly, starting to pull his back up, but Sam reached and stopped him, holding his boxer-laden hand, not completely realizing that her forearm was now against his exposed rod.

"You're really hard…" she said softly, unaware she had even said it. She pulled her arm back, obviously angling so that her hand could feel it along the way without it being a big deal.

"Chizz!" Freddie exclaimed, showing that feeling her soft fingertips slide over his shaft was in fact, a big deal.

"Is it that sensitive?" she asked, wondering if this was a normal reaction.

"No… well, yeah, but that's not…" Freddie said, praying he didn't just screw this up and kill her drive. "I've never felt someone touch me like that since…" his mind immediately went to his mom bathing him for far too long into his life. "Well, since ever."

"Did that hurt or something?"

"No… not at all. Just surprising is all. Probably like if something grazed your nipple or something."

Sam narrowed her eyes and wondered if he was getting at something. "Like what? Give me an example of something that could 'graze' me there," she challenged, knowing he wanted to take the bait.

Freddie offered one of his trademark grins that made her heart melt a bit, and then raised his hand up and used the pad of his thumb to gently rub a circle around her right pretty pink areolas.

The sudden, and completely new, stimulation was electrifying, and Sam found herself biting her lip to contain the noises she wanted to make. And just when she thought that this was the best thing yet, Freddie surprised her.

Withdrawing his thumb for only a second, to get it wet in his mouth, he went back to work, painting shining circles around the hardening nipple then he blew air.

"Shhiiiiiitttttt…" Sam squealed, unable to keep that sound in as the flow of power flew through her circulatory system and caused a fire deep inside her core. And he did it over and over, until it felt like she could cut glass with the peak.

If that reaction was just from one nipple, Sam couldn't wait to feel the same thing on the other one.

But Freddie didn't use his thumb, as he slid down the bed a bit so that she was a good foot ahead of him, but he was eye level with her delicious orbs, and he decided in that moment that touching wasn't enough. He needed more.

Freddie kneaded the flesh of her right breast which he had stimulated more than Sam ever dreamed, but her real fantasies became real when she felt his hot, wet mouth envelop the left one, his sponge-y tongue swirling around the nipple, suckling every few seconds with no real pattern, as his other hand, with the thumb underneath, held his new 'fruit' in place.

Sam was completely paralyzed it felt like, eyes rolling back, and all she could do was use her hands to help him. One hand held his as he kneaded the breast, while the other gripped his hair and pushed his face further into her flesh.

As she felt the bliss of being devoured by her lover, Sam was realizing that her panties were pretty much done for. Sliding her hand from his kneading, she slipped it into the soaked underwear, which released some of her scent.

Freddie instinctually pulled from her breast and kissed down her stomach, the scent of her womanhood getting practically toxic. He had never even seen a vagina in real life, but his olfactory senses were letting him know that he definitely wanted to taste some of it.

Sam didn't move a muscle as Freddie moves of his own accord to the front of her cotton panties and slides them down her thighs, revealing a small tuft of hair, and fleshy lips that were glistening in the light from the TV. This could not have felt more like a treasure if it glowed and played the Zelda chest theme.

Freddie was on autopilot as he stuck his tongue out and swiped a lick along her outer lip, which caused a scream from Sam, snapping him out of his trance.

"You ok?"

Sam just looked horrified, her eyes wide, her breathing shallow, and she seemed to be lost for words. "Wh-what?"

"I said, are you-?"

"I heard what you said!" she practically shouted. "What did you just do?"

"I don't know really. I smelled your… place, and I licked it. Was it bad, did it hurt?"

Sam flashed a grin and grabbed the back of Freddie's head. "I just found out what we need to do, like, every day, non-stop."

She tried pushing him downward, but he wouldn't budge, shooting her a smirk of his own. "Me doing that for you every day non-stop… Seems kinda one sided, don't you think?"

"Are you calling me selfish, Benson?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"I just calls 'em like I sees 'em," he said, making a joke but she wasn't laughing.

"No more joking…" she said with an intense glare. "I'm so close to the edge, I might burst from another lick like that. I want you inside me."

Freddie was stunned. This was it. This was the moment that he was going to lose his virginity, and he was practically bursting at the thought. "Sam… I want to, but-"

"Oh here we go…" Sam said, turning from horniness to hatred. "This is going too fast, right" she said, mocking his voice.

"No… I want to lose my virginity… to you… tonight. But I want it to be right. To be special. We get one chance at this, and right now, between the pics and the flirty texts, and your incredible body, and those breasts, and your… area, you've got me so worked up, that if I even tried, I'd probably burst in a few seconds."

"That'd be ok…" Sam said, now looking at him tenderly, as if a switch was flipped. "Mom's had me on the pill since I was 14. Apparently she thinks I'm not the teenage mom material she was."

"That's not the issue. I want to last. I want to please you and for us to go for a long time." Freddie reached up and stroked her hair, sitting up so he could look her in the eye. "And I can't do that at the moment."

"So… what, do you need a couple minutes to regroup or-"

"Actually," Freddie said, with a hopeful look. "I was hoping you could help me with that."

"What should I…" her words trailed off as she looked at him, almost begging for her to do what he hoped she would. "I've never jerked a guy off before you know."

"I do it three times a week," he replied, with a joking smirk, but that smirk quickly disappeared when he felt her fingers grasp his lower shaft, her fingers about half an inch from meeting her thumb.

"This thing feels… I don't know." Sam said, getting used to the size, shape, and other features before she started. Though Freddie was feeling a good ways toward a release just from her grip. "It's a like a steel wrench covered in velvet."

She naturally started out slow, as Freddie kicked his boxers off his legs and aside. Sam wriggled out of her wet underwear as well, and now they were completely nude, and on display for one another. Sam's hand moved up and down, and she watched his face as his eyes fluttered, to see what was good and what to avoid.

Luckily, there wasn't anything Sam did wrong, and she seemed to enjoy herself after the first minute. Especially after seeing Freddie's face at certain strokes.

"Lick your hand," he said softly, not wanting to coach her too much, but he felt like he was almost there.

Sam did exactly what he asked and licked her palm before stroking him with more vigour. It took a few seconds but the musk and actual taste of Freddie's organ hit Sam's taste buds. And she knew exactly the primal feeling that he did in that moment.

The iCarly sidekick had had chicken, ribs, steak, pork chops, and plenty of jerky, but the taste that teased her tongue, that made her lick her palm again for more was the only meat she cared about at the moment and her mouth absolutely watered for it.

Lowering her hand to just grip the base, Sam lowered her face towards the pulsing member and licked the tip, gathering a bit of pre-cum on her tongue. It was salty but had a great texture. She double licked just to check for more of it.

As her base grip tightened, Sam opened her mouth, Freddie only looking down when he felt her hot breath on the sensitive head and watched as the bully, the one who insulted him, and tortured him, and berated him, engulfed his aching cock. And in that second, none of that other stuff mattered.

Sam knew what the task at hand was but she didn't have much of a clue as to how to do this. She just wanted more of him, and even though she was being sloppy, and getting drool all over his rod, she didn't really care and it seemed like it was working for Freddie.

The grunts and groans and subtle movements he was making as she performed her first oral ever made her feel incredibly hot. That all this was because of her. She moved her free hand down her body, squeezing her D cup breast for further stimulation before she began to stroke her own love button.

Even though he was only down there for a second, Sam was already feeling that her finger was not going to compare, and now it became a race so that he could return the favour and devour her sex. She sucked on the head a bit, swirling her tongue all along his slit, savouring the sponge-y crown's texture and flavour and stroked the saliva covered shaft, really getting into faster, twisting strokes, and when she felt the strong hand on the back of her head, she knew she was doing well.

"Sam…" he said, gritting his teeth, and tightening his hold, pushing her further onto his pole, her throat gagging a bit, but it didn't slow her down. She wanted that cum like it was essence of life and she picked up her efforts in earnest.

And after just a few seconds, she got her wish, feeling the meat stick pulse in her mouth before erupting, firing shot after shot of something thicker and creamier than the early stuff. She slowly stroked him, eager to get every drop.

Sam looked up at Freddie, opening her mouth a bit in a smile, revealing the pool of pearly white ooze on her tongue before she closed her mouth and swallowed it all down before crawling back up to face him.

They kissed, and Freddie was so far into shock that he didn't even care that he was tasting himself on her hot and inviting lips. Their faces crashed together for several moments, him showing her his absolute lo… his absolute appreciation for her.

"That good?" Sam said, withdrawing her face for a few moments to give him a look that was meant to look tough like she didn't care about his answer, but her eyes gave her vulnerability away. She wanted to be praised. And more than that, she wanted to be rewarded.

"There are no words. I have never felt anything like that, and I've never… cum so hard in my life."

Sam smirked and bit her lip in a semi-teasing way. "Glad you enjoyed yourself. How long do we have until-"

"I don't know, but it won't be long." Freddie said, starting to touch himself, and feeling like he was already starting back after only a few minutes. Before we do take that step, there's something I want to do, and I hope you don't stop me this time."

Sam knew exactly what he was talking about, but still gave a coy look to inspire him to be more forward with her. "I would never stop you from doing anything after tonight. What do you think I won't let you do?"

"You'll see," Freddie said with a smirk, sinking down the bed until he was completely off it and kneeling. Sam looked down at him, the furthest he'd been from her since she had arrived. She softly mewed and gave a frown at his distance, but when she felt his hands on her ankles, the feeling disappeared. And when the touch turned into a strong grip that pulled her down the bed until her legs were hanging, off, she could hardly contain her excitement and anticipation.

Freddie knew how badly she wanted this so he took his time, kisses her pale thighs, still getting intoxicated on the scent of her sex, just inches from his mouth. He was sure she wanted it, when he felt her hand in his hair, gripping it tight, which was nothing new for Sam, but to feel her push him toward her body was something else entirely.

Eventually, even he couldn't stand the teasing and he licked the bottom of her petals upwards until his tongue hit the exposed clit, but Freddie was unaware of what it was. He knew it was powerful when he touched his tongue to it and Sam gripped the sheets and his hair, bucking from a fraction of a touch.

Freddie traced her opening with his tongue, bending it a bit to get both sides of her lips as he passed over them. Sam was shaking from every touch, and he began to wonder if this was how he was when she went down on him. It was incredibly obvious that this was each of their first times, and this was an adventure neither wanted to stop.

As Freddie's tongue began to probe, he found that not only was the scent stronger, which made sense, but the nectar inside her was this incredibly complex sweet and tangy combo and Freddie was eager to lap all of it so he could truly know if there was something even better, deeper.

Blessed with a long tongue, which got in the way of him talking at times, Freddie was happy to have such an appendage at this moment, pushing inside her and wiggling his tongue around, eliciting the most guttural, and somehow simultaneously high pitched, noises Freddie had ever heard.

Sam's hips bucked hard against Freddie's hungry mouth, keeping her hand fixed on his head, but her other alternated from grabbing onto the sheets, as if she would float away if she didn't, and grabbing her breast, the flesh seeping between her fingers, and holding her taut nipple between her middle and ring finger, pinching it to the point of pain before swapping back to the sheet.

There was no question that she was getting close, the blonde feeling like she was a stick and with each lick, lap, and touch, Freddie was making her body snap in half. And worst of all, as she admired Freddie happily devouring her deepest essence, she wanted him to break her. To snap who she was in half so he could remake her, as if it were.

Relaxing his jaw for a moment, Freddie replaced his tongue with his thick finger, pushing it inside with a little difficulty as she was incredibly tight, and no doubt due to being so close to the edge. But it slipped through, past her last piece of resistance, and Sam sat up with a start.

"How did you?!" She said, looking down, surprised that it was just his finger, apparently believing that the digit inside her was his member. Sam shook her head, scared of what he would really feel like if a finger felt like something 'big.'

Sam had never let anything inside herself- no toys, or household stuff, or even her fingers. She had gotten off just fine thanks to her really sensitive nub, but as Freddie curled his finger, as if to invite her down from the inside, she was a loss for words for why she'd never tested those waters before.

Freddie placed his free hand on her abdomen, sliding his finger along her adorable belly button, before applying pressure to get her to lay back and enjoy. Sam didn't want to budge, and grabbed Freddie's busy and withdrew the finger, bringing it up to her mouth, her eyes starting to glaze over, and sucked the juice covered finger clean, holding it in her mouth as a pacifier essentially as Freddie resumed licking.

The flavours on Sam's tongue danced in ways she didn't think possible, far beyond caring that this was her own her own secretions. She just wanted more of this juicy digit which symbolized their lovemaking.

Knowing that the movement inside was something intense for Sam, he decided to push things and experiment with something that had to feel good, he believed. Slowly, he imagined his tongue was a pen and made an A with it. When she tightened further, like a velvet vice, he moved to B.

Sam could barely see straight, and while it was dark in that room, there was a bright white light that seemed to be in the distance, and for a moment she feared she had truly died. But when Freddie hit K, Sam felt like she was falling back to earth like a meteor.

"Shitfuck, shitfuck, shitfuck," she whined as the stick broke, and her body spasmed, releasing what felt like a quart of tension into Freddie's waiting mouth, eager to taste her true nectar as Sam felt like she might float away.

Freddie couldn't believe how much he loved tasting Sam's innermost juices, each taste not sating him in the least, but increasing his desire to have more of her succulent nectar on his taste buds.

With all the inner touching and tasting, by the time Freddie's mouth was done, Sam felt like she was already well on her way to another release. But Freddie denied her that quick second in favour of climbing on top of her naked form, both sweating, as even in a cold room, what they were doing was pushing their bodies to near fevered temperatures.

Freddie wanted to say something smart to the barely functioning Sam, but she silenced him before he got a sound out with her lips, her tongue invading his mouth, loving the combination taste of his natural flavour which normally made her want to kiss him more, and now this whole new taste, far more intense than his finger.

Their bodies entangled into a mess of flesh, touching, tasting, and heavy breathing, each realizing what logically should come next, but both feeling a bit too scared to go that far so fast. Their bodies, however, were not running on fear, but on anim*listic desire. Freddie had never felt harder in his life, and Sam might as well have been soaking the sheets, she was so hot for more.

Sam had never felt so empty than she did in this moment, with no tongue, no finger to fill her up, and while she had never considered it for a moment before tonight, now she couldn't see herself living without feeling complete.

Without him.

"We don't have to," she said, in a huff, hoping that he would disagree and show that he felt the same way she did. "If you don't want to, it's ok, I guess."

Freddie just stopped and stared at her for a moment, as if he never considered that option, "Do you want to stop?"

Sam bit her lip and buried her face in his neck, her lower body grinding against his firm and eager manhood. "I don't want to ever stop," she whispered into his skin, kissing and tasting his soft, but strong flesh. "Not now… not ever."

Freddie pulled her head up and kissed her deeply, probably more deeply than he had ever kissed her or anyone for that matter. This wasn't a rushed kiss like they shared in the hall or the hungry kisses that they were trading in bed, eager for more. This was something else. This was the feeling. The lightning strike. The one that changes everything. That signals something magical that cannot just be ignored.

By the time Sam came back down from the greatest kiss of her life, she realized that Freddie was on top of her, his hands on either side of her head, his knees on the inside of hers, and then she felt something very different. It wasn't that she didn't know that he was poised at her entrance, but she never imagined it would actually happen, and now that it was, she was actually scared.

The head pressed against her small opening, and it took three or four tries before he could actually get the sponge-y piece inside until he felt a wall.

"This is supposed to hurt the first time, right?" she said, trying hard not to show her trepidation as her breathing became shallow, truly fearing that he would tear her in half.

"Yeah…" he replied, looking her glistening body over in the faint light. "But I think it's only for a second. I will be extra careful, I promise. You can still back out. We don't have to do this if-"

Sam answered him by pushing herself down, pushing a couple inches inside, and she immediately regretted the decision. The pain was like a searing hot flame erupted inside her, and blood flowed as Freddie slowly withdrew, leaking a bit onto the white sheets. Her eyes glistened signalling that she was on the verge of tears.

"Unnghhh…." Sam grunted, wanting him back inside, and Freddie followed her wishes, sheathing himself just a couple inches inside again. "Stay there… I just need to breathe for a minute."

Freddie held himself up, kissing her neck as Sam writhed under him, trying to fight through the pain, which was quickly morphing into an incredible pleasure. Her body was stiff and clearly tense, and he wanted her to be ok a lot more than he wanted anything else in this moment but eventually, she relaxed, and looked up at him, her eyes fluttering, with a smile across her face.

"Ok…" she said in her sexiest voice, which may or may not have been intentional.

From that moment, Freddie's eyes never left hers for more than a second, their faces just centimetres apart, trading hot and heavy breaths as Freddie continued pushing in. The looks on Sam's face ranged from surprise, to pain, to ecstasy, to fear, and back to start it all over again.

There was no way for Sam to gauge exactly what was happening since she didn't know a big penis from a small one, but she knew that either he was big, or her parts were tiny. Either way, it was a snug fit, and she had to check herself every so often to see if she could see it in her stomach.

It took a good five minutes of small pushes and pulls, but Freddie finally was fully inside her, her bundle of nerves right against the base of his shaft. "You still ok?" he whispered, worrying that bottoming out inside her was too much.

"Other than probably getting dick-prints on my organs, I think so."

Freddie smiled at her, still willing to make some jokes as she winced, getting used to everything. For Sam this was it. Forget the kissing, the tit worship, or the eating out - this moment, where he was completely inside her, where they were one.

Like a flash, images of their future exploded in her mind- intense sex, getting married, honeymoon sex, having k*ds, more sex. Each one more vivid than the last and she wanted every single detail to come true.

She was pulled out of it as he began to pull out as well, withdrawing until only an inch remained, and then trust back inside her. It wasn't fast by any means but it was far beyond the snail's pace he was moving at. By the third time he did it, she had decided that this way was way better than moving slow.

"Ungh…" she grunted. "More… faster… harder."

Sam had no idea why she asked for it to be harder, since she really wanted him to be gentle, but her body was screaming for him to really let her have everything he could.

Freddie knew what she really wanted, even though she asked for the opposite, so he tried to do what he could, balancing in his elbows, and pushing his face beside hers.

He thrust faster, but with care, as he made soft noises, nibbling at her ear every so often. Freddie really wished he could see her face right now, but this angle was accomplishing what she wanted, as well as giving his hands a rest.

Sam's legs wrapped around his waist, really pulling him in so he couldn't pull out as much, but could focus on going all the way in, and she ground against his thrusts, pushing him even deeper inside her, with her newfound assistance.

However, she could feel the quiver in his arms, and the sweat on his back from having to work so hard, so she decided she would relieve him of his duties.

"Flip over, babe…" she said, hurriedly, trying to shift from under him. "Momma wants to be on top tonight."

Freddie surprised her by flipping them without having to pull out of her much, and before he even realized she could get set, he was staring up at the pink skinned blonde that he never wanted to not see.

Sam used her hands on his abs, which she stroked once more, for balance as she started bouncing up and down, his member driving deeper and deeper than she could have believed, trying to find her rhythm.

She then switched to grinding against him, which was less effective for Freddie, position wise, but when she do it, her breasts would shimmy, and he raised his hands to hold them, fearing that if she bounced again, she could hit herself. It wasn't completely altruistic, of course, as he thumbed over her nipples, and kneaded her breasts.

"Oh shit…" she muttered at the rediscovered feelings of her too long forgotten other sweet spots. Sam moved her hands back up her body and held his in place on her bouncing breasts, as she went back to going up and down.

Freddie surprised her even further when he thrust his hips upward when she went down, crashing their pelvises together.

"FUUUCKKK MEEE!" She screamed at the explosion of pleasure that he just unleashed on her, with just a simple move. "Don't stop… please."

Freddie went along with her pleading, smashing his hips into hers as her grip tightened on his hands, leaving red handprints on her pale orbs.

"I'm soo… close," she moaned.

"Me too…" he said, adjusting his position and sitting up a bit more, moving his hands away from her chest and quickly attaching his mouth to one of them, suckling as she held his head there, less hard, and more encouraging.

Freddie's left hand drifted down her body to her plump ass and gripped it tight as he began thrusting inside her again with vigour as she bounced, out of sync from their former method, but somehow this fast paced way was really working her. His cock nailing her g-spot, which he wasn't exactly sure what that was, with each movement in and out.

Now it was a race to the finish, as Freddie rose more, putting his legs under and behind Sam and Sam's around his, now physically close as possible as the thrust their sexes at each other, fast and hard, silencing each other's moans and screams with deep, passionate, and carnal kisses.

Sam's face twitched and she whimpered, breathing heavy and starting to shake. Freddie decided to take this moment to push her feeling into overdrive as he reach in between them diddled her exposed clit as he went fast and hard, aching for that finish.

Using his other hand, he reached behind her neck and held her, looking into her eyes and nodding, whispering "It's ok…" as her mouth moved, spasming, and unable to speak, but she nodded, eyes wide.

And then Sam Puckett's dam burst once again, her already incredibly tight velvet hold becoming the strongest vice imaginable, as her hot insides exploded, clouding her vision and losing herself in pure ecstasy.

The feeling was too much for Freddie, who barely got a syllable out before he closed his eyes and roared, blowing deep inside her, painting her inner walls with shot after shot of thick cum. When he looked again, he saw Sam with her eyes rolled back and her mouth wide open.

Freddie started to move when Sam gripped his shoulder. "Don't you dare pull out, Benson. Not yet…"

And so Freddie did as he was told, staying inside her as she milked every last drop from him, and he was soft once more. Taking heavy breaths, they embraced tighter and just held each other, giving soft, subtle kisses to the dewy flesh. Slowly, Freddie began to fall to the side, holding her still until they lay together, just looking into each other's eyes.

Sam wasn't sure if she lay there for minutes or hours, just lightly touching Freddie's chest and sharing soft intimate kisses, both keeping clear of the overworked erogenous zones, but Sam Puckett swore that she would do anything to keep doing this. Because Freddie Benson was her 'one' and nothing could ever change that.

* * * * * *

Sam awoke with a start, for a moment wondering where she was, and praying that all the horrible things she did were the real dream and that she was still in that bed with Freddie.

But, no- this was her real life, laying on a couch in Los Angeles, stewing over her missed opportunities. She and Freddie had had sex 5 or 6 times after that first night but they could never compare. Either he was too cautious, or she was too aggressive- to the point where she essentially sabotaged the relationship because she saw it as the only way they could escape the cycle.

Feeling overwhelming wetness in her pants alerted her that the dream truly had been vivid, and she needed a change of clothes.

The blonde climbed off the couch and stretched, clearly stiff from laying in a bad position for too long, and snuck into the bedroom. She looked at Cat who was passed out, her cute belly exposed, once again overwhelming the anger and pain with adorable moments that Sam had to shake off. As Sam quickly stripped and replaced her underwear, she began to think about Cat. To truly think about her.

The truth was, Cat was the first person that Sam had developed real feelings for since Freddie, and being a girl, rather than a strong guy, this was confusing for the blonde so she fought those feelings.

But memories of those mornings and those nights where they would just explore and have fun were incredibly persistent, and while Sam wanted nothing to do with the Cat she saw hours before, the version quietly snoring with her tanned and toned belly out was too much for her to hate.

Sam slid into her bed, and tried to be as silent as she could, watching Cat s!eep until her own eyes felt far too heavy to fight, and she drifted off, dreaming of a better tomorrow.