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[Carly and Sam are still early in their relationship. When the more experienced Carly wants to go faster, how will Sam take it?]
"Carly? Principal Franklin called. He said that if you and Sam wanted to stay home today, he'd understand," Spencer yelled up.
So the principal heard about it too. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. For neither the first nor the last time that morning, Sam wished cruel and violent death on Freddie's mother.
Once again, Sam knocked on Carly's bathroom door and pleaded for her to come out. Once again, there was no other response than the sound of the shower. Since Carly wouldn't come out, Sam asked to be let in. Surprisingly, the sound of the shower stopped and the door was unlocked. The shower started running again, but at least some progress was made.
The first thing Sam noticed was that the shower curtain wasn't in place. The second thing she noticed was what the shower curtain didn't cover. It was hard not to look down, but even harder to look into Carly's eyes. Looking into those brown eyes was like looking into a sea of guilt and shame, two emotions Sam was never very comfortable with.
"What did Spencer say?" It was almost a whisper, nearly inaudible over the sound of the shower.
"We didn't have to go to school today." Sam stepped closer, hesitated briefly and stepped under the shower with Carly to turn it off. Wet clothes were a small price to pay. "Come on. You're going to have to talk to him eventually."
A small sound of protest came out of her girlfriend, but Sam ignored it and pulled her out of the shower. About fifteen minutes later, the two girls were fully dressed and sitting in the living room, Spencer in a chair opposite of them.
"So… you two… you're dating?"
Carly nodded just once. They had agreed that Carly would do the talking. It was her br*ther, after all. Said br*ther took a deep breath, put his hands in his lap and seemed to look at something behind his s*ster.
"That's… unexpected. And what Mrs. Benson said? Are you–" he gulped "–sexually active?"
"…I am." Carly's choice of the singular pronoun didn't go unnoticed.
"You mean Sam isn't?" Spencer asked. It was Sam's turn to nod. "So you two haven't…?" Sam shook her head. "But Carly has…?" Carly bit her lip and nodded. There were three seconds of complete silence, three seconds before Spencer fainted and fell out of his chair.
Sam rushed to his side, Carly to his other side. After a bit of yelling his name, he woke up, only to faint again upon seeing Carly's face. Unsure of what else to do, they laid him down on the couch and went upstairs. He'd wake up eventually. Hopefully without any recollection of the conversation. Not likely, but a girl could dream.
"Sam… I'm sorry." As she turned around, the guilt and shame were back in Carly's eyes. This would be uncomfortable.
"What're you sorry for?" Carly had anticipated that question, but she hoped that Sam would just know and accept the apology. No such luck.
"We once promised to tell each other everything. But you never knew about my…" Her voice trailed off, but Sam would probably understand what she meant. Was there even a word for it? She supposed 'addiction' was a way to describe it, but she couldn't say that without feeling dirty. Not that the denial made her feel clean, but it at least felt better.
Sam didn't respond. She just stood there, apparently not yet satisfied with the explanation.
"When I accused you of keeping a secret, I was keeping an even bigger secret myself. I know I was wrong, I knew then it was wrong, but I was afraid to tell you. I c–"
"Afraid? Why?" And there it was. A big moment of self-reflection, to try and figure out why she had been so afraid to tell Sam about her… addiction. The answer was clear as day, but it carried some implications she rather wouldn't have faced.
"I didn't want you to think I was a… a slut."
She was fifteen, had pretty much m*lested the boy next door once and could barely make it through the day without an orgasm. Even Rebecca Burkowitz wasn't that bad. Well, probably.
"You're not a slut, Carly." Well, that was surprising to hear. "Look, I know I'm not experienced, but I know about sex and all that chizz. You're just… you have a high drive, but you're not a slut."
Carly wasn't convinced, but it was nice to hear Sam defend her. Even when she pressured the blonde into doing her, even when she caused a bad reputation for the both of them, Sam still defended her. This was love. She just knew it.
"From now on, we'll go at your pace. Promise. I won't try to push you into things anymore."
While she said it, Carly pulled Sam into a hug to kiss her softly on the lips. Kissing was nice, too. To her surprise, Sam deepened the kiss and led Carly towards the bed. As they laid down, Sam on top of Carly, she could feel the blonde's hands on her chest. Carefully, Carly placed her own hands on Sam's breasts. When she received no protest, she grabbed them a bit more firmly.
It didn't take long for their shirts to end up on the bedroom floor. With trembling fingers, Carly reached around Sam's back and unclipped her bra. She could feel Sam's grin against her neck, interpreting it as approval. With as much gentleness as she could manage in her eager state of mind, Carly slid the straps off her girlfriend's shoulders and down the arms, revealing Sam's considerable chest.
As always when she looked at those boobs (several times a day, usually), there was a slight sting of envy over their size, no matter how many times Sam assured her that she liked Carly's petite little chest.
"Do you want to kiss them?" Carly thought she'd never ask.
She leaned up; Sam adjusted her position for better access. Feeling her girlfriend's nipples against her tongue was almost as exciting as vice versa. Judging by Sam's soft panting, she liked it too.
Her efforts were interrupted when she felt Sam's hand on her thigh. Rather close to her skirt, too. The anticipation was enough to make her moan out lightly, especially when Sam's hand slid further up her leg, closer to her most intimate spot. There was a brief moment of hesitation in path of the blonde's hand, but it decisively moved on to the cotton covering Carly's wet core.
Part of her wondered why Sam was now the one taking charge, despite her earlier claims of not being ready. A flood of lust blew that part away when Sam's hand slid past the cotton, towards a direct contact with her nub. Involuntarily, she began rocking her hips against Sam's rubbing hand.
Carly pressed her face into Sam's chest, holding on to the other girl as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. Sam did not stop, nor did she vary. There was just the slow rubbing of her hand. It drove Carly mad with lust.
Then came the climax.
The experience of an orgasm was quite familiar to her, but never had she had such an intense one. Nor had she ever reached it so quickly. Throughout it, Sam continued her rubbing, even holding Carly's lower body in place so she wouldn't escape the hand that brought her pleasure. It wasn't until the orgasm faded that Sam pulled her hand away.
Carly, meanwhile, was panting loudly against Sam's body.
"Hope you enjoyed that, cupcake."
"…Wow."
"Heh. You're welcome."
"W-where did that suddenly come from?"
"What, you think I never get horny?"
"Well, no, but I thought you said–"
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind."
"So does that mean I can… to you… you know?"
"Yeah, if you want."
"OK… well… lie down."
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