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"Oh fuck, that's good."

Sam was doing her best to brace herself on the door as Freddie pressed her body tightly against the hard surface, pounding away at her as he bit the back of her neck. His left hand was holding onto her plentiful breasts, grasping for as much of her flesh as he could hold while his other hand held Sam's side.

"Fuck! Right there… Momma needs it harrrrrder, baby!"

Freddie more than obliged, suing his right hand to pull her hair, and head by proxy, backwards so that he could kiss her lips, which really was just their mouths aggressively battling for control.

"You like that, you little slut?" he asked, letting her hair go.

"Oh god yes. I'm such a dirty whore for your cock Fredward!" she screamed back, earning a slap on her ass that she knew would leave a mark. "Fuck me like you would never fuck Jade!"

Freddie became a machine practically, pistoning and pounder her reddening and swollen pussy like a man possessed. Sam's eyes began going cross as she scratched and reached for some grip on the door, but she could find no such thing.

Sam moved her hands up, and Freddie quickly grabbed them and held them in place above her head with just one of his own, while his other hand wrapped around her body and applied a bit of f*rce on her swollen clit which was begging for release. Freddie rubbed it and rubbed it as Sam just lost all ability to speak, and she just was lost in the sea of being fucked.

Freddie took her submission as defiance. He felt his juices being to travel up the shaft of his cock when he quickly pulled free of her pussy and tugged her hair down, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Pulling her hair he turned her face towards his raging cock and rammed it between her lips. "Swallow it you cunt!"

Sam was scared. Her knees stung as she fell to them without warning and her hair was pulled so tight from his grip tears were forming in her eyes. Without warning, her mouth was filled with a slick cock pulsing load after load of ropey thick hot cum down her throat. He was defiling her mouth and she loved it. This feeling was absolutely unheard of and she wondered how she would ever be able to describe it in words.

Nothing about this moment was normal. Sam was milking his cock like a wanton slut while her body was aching and probably bruised. His hands moved her head back and forth on his cock as his cum made its way past her tongue and down her throat. Even after she drained him Freddie kept thrusting in her mouth, ramming himself down her throat. Her body needed to be filled by this man. She had known it since their first night.

Slipping his cock from her mouth with a soft "pop" Freddie leaded back against the wall. Looking down at his whore on her knees, the sweat falling down her back and shoulders as she finished swallowing and savouring his cum, seemed to make him feel at peace.

"I want more." She pleaded up at him seeing his cock still at full mast. The tiniest amount of cum was dripping down the side of her mouth as she looked up at him.

"I guess I can make you squirm a little more my little whore."

"Whore?" She questioned in absolute horror as she now realized that it wasn't Freddie who was standing over her, but Professor Adams.

"Yes. From now on, Miss Puckett, you're my whore. Now stand up." He demanded, making no offer to help her from her knees as he stepped past her and into the classroom which had suddenly appeared. Grabbing her hair and dragging her across the floor, he pulled her up and pushed her onto the desk.

"Lay on your back and spread your legs… Let's see if you can earn the grade."

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September 7
9:18 am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 114

Sam sat up in bad, covered in a cold sweat, and additional moistness that made her sick to her stomach. She had been looking forward to waking up in Freddie's arms, even in a manner similar to her dream, but it appeared that day wasn't going to be today.

The bed was empty, but a few feet away she saw Freddie sl*eping in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position, snoring soundly, with a little bit of drool, on a pillow. Even in a completely unattractive manner, Freddie was still the most handsome guy Sam had ever seen. His muscular arms, even though they hadn't touched her since last night, still left phantom comfort on her body. Sam climbed out of bed, and woke Freddie up gently, and for a moment he was confused, seeing Sam in her tank top and panties.

She looked like the good old days when nothing ever felt off limits, and the three best friends could hang out, make jokes, and have sex all in the same afternoon. He had wanted to grab her and kiss her and take her to his bed since the night before when she showed up. Freddie loved Jade and he would never cheat on her, but he also loved Sam, in a very different way.

"Come back to bed, Freddie…" she whispered, "You look ridiculous."

"Sam… I gave the bed to you."

"Nobody asked you to do that," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "This is your bed, and I want you to get back in it… I'll sit in the chair."

"No you won't, Sam… I know this game," Freddie grinned. "You say you will do something and your resolve falters after like a minute, and before I know it, you'll be getting into bed with me. I can't do that."

"You did it last night. You brought me in here, helped me into your bed, lay down and held me… for hours while we talked and laughed and cuddled."

"There was no cuddling, Sam… None." Freddie said, actually unsure if any cuddling actually happened or not.

"Not how I remember it…" Sam teased until finally Freddie gave up and got up from the chair, taking a moment to stretch, his body cracking from the cricks he had no doubt brought on himself.

Watching Sam turn around was a mistake as he caught a perfect view of her alabaster thighs and flowery underwear that framed her amazing ass. But it allowed him to come up with a plan that was mutually beneficial.

Freddie moved swiftly to grab Sam and pick her up and lift her onto the bed, allowing a grasp of her ass as he moved. Sam wriggled from his arms, but he was too strong and she was defenceless to be dropped onto the bed, both of them laughing.

Knowing she'd been had, Sam pulled Freddie on top of her and they proceeded to have a slightly less than platonic wrestling match until there was a loud knock on the door accompanied with:

"Freddie you fucking bastard! Let me in!"

"Shit!" Sam exclaimed, jumping off the bed, past Freddie and slipping her clothes back on. It was obvious that she just threw together an outfit, but she prayed she could get out before Jade made a big issue.

"You better open the door before I take a sledgehammer to the walls around-"

Just as she finished her sentence, Freddie opened the door and revealed the room to his mate, attempting to show her that everything was ok.

"Yes, Jade?"

"Don't you 'yes Jade' me right now you fucking asshole. Robbie told me about your bitch of a fuck buddy staying over last night. I know every-thing and I hope your ride on the white trash slut was worth it."

"No, you don't," Sam said, taking a step next to Freddie. "Nothing happened. I'm leaving."

"The fuck you are…" Jade hissed. "Nothing happened?! What kind of fucking idiot do you think I am?! You two used to fuck, and I go home for one night. One. Fucking. Night. And she's here? Sl*eping in your bed?"

"Jade… Freddie started, "It wasn't like that. Sam just wanted to be somewhere comfortable-"

"On your dick?!"

"No!" Sam shouted out. "We didn't have sex… we didn't even kiss. We laid together and watched television and when I fell asl*ep, Freddie slept in the chair."

Jade stared absolute hellfire at Sam, wanting to rip the blonde's head off and kick it out the window, but she looked back and forth between the two of them, and for a moment, she believed it.

"Robbie?" she said, rattling Robbie who was trying to remain as silent as possible. "They fuck?"

"I… uh… don't know…"

"What do you mean, you don't know?!"

"It was dark, Jade… They were still laying together when I went to sl*ep, but I never saw any movement. And Freddie was in the chair this morning."

Jade took a moment to process this information. "Alright, Shapiro… get the fuck out of here."

Not one to argue with an angry Jade, Robbie jumped from bed, grabbed his essentials, and raced from the room, not looking back.

"So, why did you feel the need to spend the night here, Sam? And why the fuck didn't you text me to ask if this was ok? At the very least, just to let me know she was going to stay here?"

Both teens started at the same time, but Freddie answered back first.

"It was kinda late, and I didn't want to interrupt the thing with your f*mily. I was going to tell you first thing this morning, I promise."

"After the fact," Jade said coldly.

"If you want to blame someone, blame it on me, Jade," Sam said, stepping up to Jade's face. "I was sad and lonely and I missed Freddie and I always felt safe with him. I'm sure you know the feeling. I came here for an escape from things, which have gotten bad."

"How bad?" Jade said sternly, getting into Sam's face now.

"My roommate is constantly having loud lesbian sex, and my favourite teacher made me blow him. So there is that."

Jade was ready for a comment about Sam being homophobic, but the last part of the sentence threw her off completely.

"What? Why didn't you tell me this last night?" Freddie asked, looking less surprised that it happened, and more hurt that she didn't tell him.

"I don't want to talk about it. Besides, I knew you would be disappointed in me, so I just wanted to enjoy your company. Is that so wrong?"

"No…" Freddie said, offering his hand to her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. "But you need to report him… like immediately. If he rap*d you, you-"

"There wasn't any rap*, Freddie… I willingly did it. I mean, he kinda threatened me for something, but it was the only way I could stay at school."

"What did you do this time?" Jade interjected, but Freddie shot her a look that made her regret her lack of compassion.

"Freddie helped me get in by writing my entrance essay. In class, we wrote papers, and Adams could tell the difference between the two, so one had to be wrong, so he said he'd fail me and report me to get kicked out if I didn't… do that. I didn't have a choice."

"Sam… you always have a choice. You have to report him first thing Monday."

"I don't know…" Sam said, looking at the floor in embarrassment. "Guess we will just see. I'm gonna go now… you two do whatever you want… I'm done with trying to be your friend, Benson… it's just too hard."

With that, Sam shut the door behind her leaving Freddie and Jade to stand awkwardly in the room.

Jade ran her left hand over her right hand and looked down in mild embarrassment for her overly jealous feelings when it came to Freddie and his ex. As she replayed in her head what Sam had told her, she shivered from the vague reminder of Alex. She of all people could understand the need for comfort even if she told him the conversation about Alex never happened.

She looked up to try to make some kind of an apology to him, but stopped and swallowed at seeing the outright fury in his eyes. He held the gaze on her for rapidly passing seconds then grabbed the chair set aside for Robbie's desk and walked past her towards the door. She thought he was about to walk out on her, but the chair didn't make any sense to her until he locked the door then shoved the chair under the door handle and leverage against anyone that was determined to get back inside.

He turned and continued to look at her with the same furious expression. "We'll deal with Sam and her problem later, but we're dealing with this right now. This jealousy has got to stop." He was back to her in a flash and grabbed her cheeks and f*rced her to look him straight in the eyes. "Who do I belong to?"

Her loved and meticulously trimmed eyebrows knotted in confusion to his question. "What?"

Freddie's voice lacked the warmth she was so used to and it sent another shiver through her. She was the one that should be furious as he was the one that spent the night with another girl in his arms, especially since he hadn't done the same with her over the last two weeks other than a little bit the other night, but his eyes and his posture signalled that he was the one filled with righteous indignation.

He repeated his question with a cold fury, "Who do I fucking belong to? Tell me who I belong to?"

Her mouth started gapping like a fish and timidly answered, "You belong to me."

"I belong to whom? And answer me like you mean it."

"Me."

"That's damn right, Jade… and you belong to me." Freddie stroked her hair out of her scared face. "And do you know what your boyfriend is about to do?"

She eyed him full of hesitation.

"I'm going fuck that doubt right out of you."

Her hesitation and lingering anger about the situation was superseded with glint of desire in her eyes, subtly signalling him to go ahead.

Freddie pulled his hands away from her face and right to the button of her jeans. He unbuttoned them in a snap and pulled her zipper down. He turned her in place so quickly she let out a sharp yelp and almost tumbled over onto the bed if it wasn't for his strong grip on her hips.

He bent her over the edge of his bed and grabbed the waistband yanked her jeans and panties over her tight ass and exposed her ivory skin to the cool air conditioned dorm room. Her jeans gathered and bunched at her boots, but he wasn't going to go through the trouble of messing with her boots to get her jeans off. She would just be nice and tight with her legs closed.

Kneeling down, Freddie just inhaled her scent which was completely intoxicating and pressed the palm of his hand on the small of her back to hold her in place and took a few seconds to rub his hand over her cheeks to stop her skin from forming goose bumps as he was going to be the one to keep her warm from the overly cool room and not some other act of biology.

She shivered from the contrasting contact of the cool air and his warm hand. He massaged both her ass cheeks for several seconds, pulling a satisfying mew passed Jade's lips before he rested his palms on her cheeks and pulled her sex apart with his thumbs and dove his tongue right inside her delicious core.

Jade lifted her head up and shouted, "Fuck!"

He laughed in a slightly dark tone, "Now this is breakfast." He lapped at her like a mad man, not bothering with any teasing technique. He wanted to get her as wet as possible as soon as possible whether it was from her own juices or his saliva. He shoved his tongue in her and twirled it around to entice her juices to get flowing as he did want a real taste of her before he got started.

Freddie pulled away just enough to blow his hot breath against her opening and asked, "Who's licking your sweet pussy?"

She clenched her eyes shut, grasping for anything to brace herself, and moaned out over her left shoulder, "You are."

He softly swatted her right ass cheek, sending a sharp and pleasurable bit of pain into her, and demanded, "And whose tongue is going to make you scream in joy?"

"Your tongue, master!"

"You don't need to call me that this time… I am all about serving you." Freddie took another long lick up her sex and even teased her asshole a bit. "My tongue is right — and who do I belong to?"

"Me."

He gave her another soft slap on her ass cheek and hissed, "Every time I ask you that, that's the answer I better hear."

She close lipped smiled at hearing those words and grinded back at his face.

Freddie indulged her and licked her a few more times then stood up. He stuck his pointer and middle finger inside her to make sure she was relaxed and wet enough, then gathered some of her juices to stroke himself with while he pulled against the elastic of his boxers to pull them down. "I'm sorry I can't give you my morning wood like you normally life first thing in the morning, but I'm going to see if I can make it up to you."

She pushed back against his intruding fingers, enjoying their exploration of her insides but was quickly disappointed from him pulling out.

"Please… please… don't tease me anymore… I need it, Freddie."

"What do you need, baby?"

Jade growled as she felt his rod head rub against her already wet and tingling lips. "I need your cock… inside me."

He grabbed her by the hips with one hand and stroked himself to hardness and over his head with her juices as lubricant then positioned his head at her slick folds then shoved into her in one stroke.

She caught a bunched up piece of the sheet into her mouth and muffled her scream into it. She loved how he could so easily fill her up.

"This is my cock in your hot and tight pussy. The way it was meant to be. You said during last Christmas that I was always just going to be yours , I'm going to hold you to it because you will always be mine."

He started driving into her with sharp and shallow thrusts, before going deeper and deeper, until her reddened peach ass was jiggling against his pelvis and the sound of their skin striking one another, driving him on. He kept on pistoning and f*rced her further on the bed, causing her clit to scrap* against the sheet and driving the mattress against the wall. The contact on her love button hovered between pleasure and pain and it drove her on to try to push back against him.

Freddie shoved himself all the way in and held himself there, gyrating and earning another scream from the raven-haired angel hunched over his bed. He let go of her hips to pull her arms back to get a grip on her red and black flannel shirt and pull it off of her and tossed it on the head of his bed then slipped his hands under her athletic shirt and was surprised a bit when he didn't find a bra. He pulled the shirt up to free her supple flesh and take hold of them. He kneaded her breast like they were delicate dough and her nipples quickly hardened against his palms.

"Oh shit baby… I'm so close… please don't stop," she moaned as he pulled her up to a standing position and whispered dangerously into her left ear,

"Now explain to me why I would want Sam when I have you? Let's set aside the fact that I fucking love you and look at this logically: you said you would be my own personal fuck doll. I could do anything I want to you as long as you were with me, so why would I throw that away? You said one of the things I could do is treat you as my bad little girl… normally a guy would say you were being a bad girl for not trusting her man and I should punish you for it—"

She squeezed her eyes shut and growled out, "You should punish me for it. I've been so bad-"

He softly bit her earlobe then kissed it. He whispered harshly to interrupt her, "But I'm not because you weren't a bad girl because you were my good girl in wanting me so fucking badly. God I love you for wanting me. You weren't a bad girl… it was that damn loser of an ex you had's fault that gave you this distrust. He sowed a seed of doubt into your heart and he nurtured it for years with letting girl after girl he didn't give a damn about flirt with him then telling you that you were being ridiculous or freaking out until it grew to the point where you can have doubts about me and it hurts you. I am sick of that piece of shit still having the power to hurt you even now."

Freddie let her fall forward and gave her a few quick and hard thrusts to catch her off guard then pulled her back up to give her a few slow and deep thrusts as he snarled out a whisper into her ear, "Well I'm going to dig it out, Jade! I'm going to dig and claw and rip it out by the goddamn roots and the hole it leaves in your heart, I'm going to replace it with the seed of our love. We are going to make it grow with everyday we're together. You're going to know I love you. I may screw up from time to time, but you will never doubt my love for you."

She squeezed him hard, forcing him to slightly slow down as his words, and member honestly, were stabbing straight into her heart. She shuddered from him pushing inside of her at the perfect angles then pulling out nearly all the way then right back into her.

"God Jade—you're so fucking tight. Who are you tight for?"

"You!"

"Now who do I fucking belong to?!"

She turned her head to meet his eyes and wrapped her right arm around his head and back of his neck and shouted, "Me! You belong to me and not one other fucking girl can have you! FUUUCK!" She instantly came with a roar, clamping so hard around him that he was f*rced to stop pushing inside of her while rode out her orgasmic wave.

He roared into her shoulder, biting softly, as the heat and pressure around his buried shaft spiked. He wanted to keep himself buried in her, but he wasn't done, and cumming in her already would ruin what he had in mind, so he had to pull out to save himself.

"Fuck!" she growled in frustration. She turned her and glared at him for denying her his manhood, whimpering at the emptiness she now felt.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not done—we're not done."

He held himself and slapped his rod on her cheeks to try to calm down. He knelt down and started kissing and licking her pussy and sucking a few times on her lips, tasting her sweet released nectar. As he distracted her with a good tongue lashing to keep her juices flowing that caused her to squirm against his face, apparently satisfying her enough not to complain about losing his tool on her, he reached around to her shins to start partially unlacing her boots. He undid enough laces to be able to pull off one boot then repeated the process with the other boot, tossing each under his bed. He softly swatted her rear to keep her off balance as his tongue travelled a little further to tease her other hole and pulled her jeans off, which were bunched at her ankles, trapping her movement.

Once free of her sexy black jeans, he tossed them onto his bed then stood up and pushed back inside her for a few moments. His nimble hands slithered a hand under her knees and picked her up to hold her back pressed against his chest. She let out a shriek in surprise at the awkward way to pick her up, and the fact that he was still very deep inside her core, and carrying her back to his chair then he flopped down into it with her sit-ting on his lap.

She spread her finally freed legs and straddled his thighs, supporting herself with her hands on his knees. She scooted back to nestle his cock be-tween her ass cheeks, wondering if she should give him another lap dance show. Jade started grinding against him as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and started pulling it off of her. She lifted her arms above her head for the moment to take it off then had her hands right back on his knees to give her leverage to grind against him.

Freddie tossed her athletic shirt towards his bed followed by grabbing her by the hips and lifted her up despite how much he was enjoying her grinding against him before he lowered her down with a quick motion, going as deep inside her as humanly possible.

He slid back into her with ease from his retained hardness and her wetness. She started bouncing on him after only several strokes to get used to the new position at his pace with him gripping her hips to guide her up and down with speed and f*rce.

Freddie moved his hands to her breasts to hold them as she bounced with insane vigour, so she wouldn't hurt herself, pinching the nipples between his middle and ring fingers. He took several breaths with a devious grin plastered on his face. "You said I could treat you as my bad girl, my angel, my whore, my princess or just my little personal cum dumpster, whatever I want you to be because you were always just going to be mine. It goes both ways in that I'm yours. You were my good girl getting her reward for wanting me so bad, now you're my angel for right now."

He held her by a hip to allow her bounce on his lap at her pace while his other hand started tracing over her smooth back with his fingertips. They weren't a random pattern as he had a particular outline he was making from her right shoulder blade, down the right side of her back to just above the sweet swell of her bouncing ass against him. He started back up her back with what felt to her as several short zigzag patterns before reach back to her shoulder blade to stop where he started. He started the same pattern on the left side of her back starting from the other shoulder blade.

Jade kept her eyes closed and biting on her lower lip as she focused on driving his fleshy steel in and out of her with only mildly being distracted from his fingers. She finally breathed out, "That… tickles baby."

"Sorry, I'm just tracing the outline of your wings I know you're hiding."

She looked over shoulder with anim*listic lust in her eyes. "Do you want me to… ugh, fuck yes… get them tattooed so you can always see them? You want me to do that?"

"No baby, I can always see them. I love your skin just the way it is. Having fun my angel?"

"Fuck yes," she gasped, bouncing harder and faster. "Yes baby I am. You're going to make me come again if you're not careful."

"It would be a real shame if that happened… Have you been satisfied enough to want to be my whore for a little bit? Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, master."

"Why?"

"Because I belong to you."

He reached around her to get a hefty grip on her heavenly orbs and pulled her back against his chest then growled into her ear, "And?"

She stopped bouncing and looked to his eyes and whispered, "Because you belong to me and I love you more than life itself."

He stole a kiss then commanded, "I love you too… now on your knees and show me how good of a cocksucker my whore is. Suck your juices off me and clean me up so you can coat my cock again with your release, but I don't want to cum yet. Just make me stay hard-"

"But what if I want you to cum…" she said, before taking a several strokes of his shaft. "To swallow every ounce of your hot jizz until it fills my belly."

"If you make me cum, I expect you to get me hard again because I'm not done with you… I haven't finished making my… point with you."

"Yes sir," she breathed out then stood up and let him slip out of her. She twirled in place, letting her hair whip around in an eye teasing manner and knelt down between his legs. She gripped him tightly around his base to help hold him back in case she got too carried away. She licked his rod in a desperate manner to lick up her juices on him like it was a Popsicle melting in her hand from the blazing overhead sun.

Her tongue and hot breath on his throbbing manhood caused Freddie to roll his eyes backwards and clench his thigh muscles to hold back the building feeling of wanting to deposit on her lips and face, which was quickly replaced with the fear of cutting loose down her throat with a straight shot into her stomach, when she engulfed his head then f*rced herself down until her nose nearly touched his pubic hair. She held herself down regardless of the fact she couldn't breathe and her eyes started to water. Choking a bit, she pulled back and rapidly took and released breaths to prevent from becoming too lightheaded or her gag reflex taking its toll.

She rested her hands in his thighs for support as she retook him in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down at a nearly blinding pace, coating him with her saliva. Her hair sexily bounced and ticked his crotch from her bobbing motion.

Freddie gripped the ends of the armrests of his chair and growled and cursed and clenched every muscle around his groin and thighs to hold back from releasing.

She gripped the base of his cock again to help his struggling and pulled her mouth off of him and breathed against his swelling head, "I don't want to wait Freddie. I want your fucking cum. You said I was a good girl, your angel today; don't I deserve a treat? Don't I?"

He softly smiled down at her. "Yes you do, but… good things certainly do happen for those who wait. You'll get it. I'll give it to you, just a little patience baby."

She looked up to meet his eyes. "You promise?"

"I promise." He patted his thigh. "On my lap. I have pussy to pound."

She grinned at him as if she was the happiest girl in the world and stood up to jump on his lap to face him this time. She was about to impale her-self on him, but he grabbed her hips to stop her. She looked to him with an expression of confusion and anger.

He huffed out a breath. "Wait baby. Let me calm down for a few seconds. I need to last just a little longer for you." She relented to his request and straddled his lap, his hardened member against her stomach. For a moment, she considered having him fuck her bellybutton, but the thought quickly dissipated when he moved.

Freddie grabbed her cheeks and shoved his tongue straight into her mouth with the intent of completely dominating her mouth. She snaked her arms behind his neck and gripped his hair, pulling herself closer to him, her heaving breasts smashing against his chest. The contrast of her soft flesh pillows against his hard chest sent pleasurable waves through both of them, especially as their nipples scrap*d against each other’s skin.

They battled one another for dominance of their tongues and nipped at each other’s lips as Jade tried to do exactly what she accused André of trying to do with one of his girlfriends just before 'Prom': swallow him. She grinded her ample chest against him as they continued their making out for several minutes so Freddie could back away from the precipice.

He finally pulled his mouth away from her to catch some of his breath and state, "Ride me."

She didn't need to be told twice as she stroked him once then twice to make sure he was at full mast then lowered herself on him. She growled in the feeling of him being right where he was supposed to be. She grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap as if he was a galloping horse she was riding. The slapping sound of flesh made an agreeable sound through the dorm room to the couple's ears.

He grabbed her by the back of her neck so he could place his cheek against her cheek and bring his lips other her ears while pinched her right nipple with his other hand.

She hissed out from the rough contact on her nipple, but she was far past complaining as pleasure shot through her with ever stroke and building her to a greater and greater peak.

He roared out with pure anim*listic lust for her in his voice, "Now you're going to be my cum dumpster… because I'm going to take advantage of the situation so we can practice something, but I need to make one thing very clear to you."

She tiredly answered with a bounce on his lap for each word, "What's… that… and… what… are… we… practicing… baby?"

He smiled against her ear and the layers of meaning his smile meant to her sent a shiver down her spine to her core that bounced right back up into her brain.

"First off, I'm going to marry you Jade West. It's not a question of if, but when. You're going to be my wife and I'm going to be your husband — your husband and on that day you're going to be my princess— no, my queen. We're going to declare to the whole fucking world that we love and belong to each other."

Jade was torn between the romantic things that he was saying, and her body screaming for him to just fuck her until she couldn't walk.

He jerked his hips upward, taking ever advantage he had in his years building up his stamina with his workouts, to meet her bouncing. "And one day after that- not even a day- right after our wedding, when we're living our dreams, you know what else we're going to do?"

Her chest heaved in his strong hand from chasing after her breath, nearing her point of being overwhelmed by the same ecstasy that Freddie was approaching, "What… are we gonna… do, baby?"

He growled as pulled her hard against his lap by the breast in his hand and his other hand still wrapped around the back of her neck and just held her there, driving into her so far for a moment he swore he touched her cervix. He pulled his head back and pressed his forehead against hers to look her straight in the eyes.

"We're going to keep making love over and over again and at the end of each and every time, I will fire my seed deep inside you over and over again until we make our first beautiful baby." He let go of her breast and rubbed his fingertips over her abdomen, particularly just under her belly-button. "Then I am going to leave a kiss right here every morning when I get up and one every night when we go to bed together for the nine months our beautiful baby lovingly grows inside you, then he or she is going to look up into your eyes and you'll hold the product of our love and you'll know unconditional love from our ch*ld a few months later when he or she's going to finally be able to say… mama."

She rolled her eyes back and leaned away from him despite his grip on her. The movement thrust her chest to his face and he instantly latched onto her left nipple with hips lips then softly nipped at it with his incisors. The last act proved too much for her overworked body, and she tight-ened like a vice to cum, his words and mouth bringing on a whole new level of nirvana.

She opened her mouth to scream as his actions and words finally hit her like a tsunami, but only the tiniest of screeches exited her throat as every-thing to lock up, even her diaphragm seized up with the rest of her muscles and refused to push her breath out of her lungs. The tension of her muscles holding her in place caused her to tremble, still unable to breathe as the pleasure started shutting her brain down and vision started greying out— similar to when fighter pilots pulled too many Gs and blood leaving their brain. Instead of going to her toes, as said pilots, her blood was needed at her core to fuel her muscles to hold Freddie in place and f*rce him to release in her.

They did their job as she gripped him so hard that he thought she'd take his dick off and with that sensation he placed his face in the crook of her neck and muffled his scream from heaving into her as his crotch and inner thigh muscles released their tension. He pushed his pelvis further to her and felt that his seed didn't so much as fire into her, but exploded from his urethra to the point of near pain and painted her insides with his love for her, some having to go directly into her womb for being so far in her.

The physical contact of his heavy jizz striking her insides with such f*rce and accompanying intense heat cut through the haze coming over her mind and she was flooded with a new wave of comprehensive pleasure: tingling in her extremities, the warmth spreading throughout her body, her endorphins flooding her brain and her skin feeling like it was on fire from the contact of his skin against her skin.

He clenched his muscles over and over as if he could f*rce more of his cum out of his balls to fill her as he wanted to give her whatever he couldn't last night and what he had recharged over the night. He felt he pushed a little more into her until it was just a fine dribble then stopped his ef-fort and collapsed back into his chair.

She collapsed on to him with her chest falling so rapidly to regain her breath that she was on the verge of hyperventilating as her diaphragm final-ly relaxed enough to respond from commands from her brain to function. She was trembling as if she was just pulled out of freezing water, her muscles having been strained too much from the tension and just started crying into his neck, her body using every means at its disposal to release the overwhelming feelings, both physically and emotionally, that filled her body to the brink.

He gently stroked his hands up and down her back to try to calm her down as he held her close. He affectionately kissed her forehead, cheeks (to kiss away her tears of joy) and her nose and between the kisses, he whispered through baited breath, "You're mine, Jadelyn West and I'm yours and no one is going to change that."

Those words warmed her heart and danced across her mind just before she passed out, her lover still buried inside her.

* * *

September 24
08:56 pm
UCLA- Carroll Library
Study room 221

Nearly three weeks passed by without too much happening with the former Ridgeway and Hollywood Arts students and most were immensely grateful for that. If it wasn't for the overwhelming dread of the upcoming midterm, there would be a pretty relaxed atmosphere around nearly everyone.

Jade and Freddie had more than made up for their spats, neither one feeling betrayed or angry at the other. The couple had spent several nights together since the morning with Sam, thanks to a cool RA that let Freddie up whenever she was working the front desk. Plus, with Noelle almost always spending the night with Cat, the couple had freedom to be as physically intimate as they wanted, which of course they took full ad-vantage of. Jade finally got around to reading the Hack/Slash comic that Freddie had bought for her, and found herself loving every issue. And from the first few pages, she felt like she knew without a doubt what her Halloween costume would be. Freddie made no argument against this, of course.

While not exactly on the top of Freddie's 'favourite people' list, Robbie had more than apologized for ratting him out for having Sam over, ironing out their major issue. Robbie had become more and more distant from his friends, he felt like he was always playing phone tag with Andre, and even Trina had been less than communicative with him. More and more, he was tempted to seek out new friends, but there was a part of him that was afraid to step out of his comfort zone.

Speaking of comfort, Noelle had practically moved in with Cat, the two girls sharing a bed most nights and they seemed to bring out even more of the ch*ldishness out in each other, usually to Sam's chagrin. Cat was one of the few people who felt completely confident with school heading into midterm. She had A's in nearly every class, and B's in the others, college classes seemingly coming to her better than most. Noelle was less than pleased with her academic standing, but she was passing and that certainly counted for something.

Sam was also on the verge of passing some of her classes and found that she was surprisingly good at Mass Media and Communication, except when it came to tests, which had always been the bane of her existence. All her doubts and fears about college were slowly letting go and she was finding her place. She and Freddie had even started hanging out after their classes, and Jade didn't seem to mind at all. The only bad thing, which sadly, was all she could think about most days, was Adams; a man who had started off as being this handsome and debonair individual that Sam was instantly smitten with, but now was just a horrible pervert to Sam. He had coerced into three more 'sessions,' as he called them, and during the final one, he took things to the clear next level. If the blonde had felt disgusted and used when she just blew him, having him actually penetrate her was the very definition of perdition. He took the sex as payment since someone (probably Cat or Noelle… didn't seem like Jade or Freddie's style) filed a complaint, and since she was his plaything, he naturally thought it was her, but at least she was still riding a B in there. Truth was, Sam was still sore from what he did, but it was obvious that she was powerless, which pushed her to her breaking point.

The last couple weeks had been a real roller coaster for Tori, who had returned to staying on campus, with Jade when the chance arose, but since Kelly was spending her nights with Beck in his room, since his roommate was… well, dead, she had reclaimed her dorm room. It was clear to her that Jade and Freddie were out of whatever funk they had been in and for the last while, they had been nearly inseparable. How cute they were together and the tangible love that they shared was so overwhelming that Tori couldn't help but envy it since she was all alone. Today though, was going to change things for her more than she could ever know.

The reason for this comes down to Beck actually, and the fact that the two of them had gotten a study room in the library so they could review theatre notes and practice lines. The study room was exactly like the one that Jade and Freddie shared, but with easy chairs rather than office chairs around the table. As they stood side by side, they kept referencing back to the Spring Awakening notebook where their lines came from.

"Wendy, you know how I feel about you," Beck said, his lines seeming a bit flat.

"I know, Mel, but I'm not ready yet," Tori responded.

"Being ready has nothing to do with it. You don't like me at all. You can't even bring yourself to kiss me."

"Of course, I can," Tori whispers back, and in that moment, her mind drifts to the better days with Beck. When they would laugh and cuddle and he was a much nicer guy. "But, my mother-"

"Forget your mother!" Beck called back, getting closer to Tori as he helped her practice. "Come to the woods with me, and look at the stars. I won't pressure you. I promise."

"You promise… I'll never forgive you if you violate my trust," and with that, Tori then recalled when she caught Beck with her s*ster, and how it made her so sick she could hardly move. "I do care about you, Mel."

"Then prove it," Beck said, leaning in for the kiss that was written in the script, and Tori prepared to move onto the next scene when she felt his lips actually made contact with hers, as he cupped her face in his palms.

They were wet and soft, and so unlike she could even remember. She resisted his move for only a moment before just allowing herself to enjoy what had just happened. Their tongues began to slide out of their homes, as their arms wrapped around one another.

Beck playfully smiled, feeling happy for the first time in a while, as he lifted Tori up onto the table before them and allowing himself to kiss her neck as she cooed. His nimble fingers found her hard peaks quickly and rubbed them through her shirt. Just before his hand reached her inner thigh, she suddenly pulled away from him.

"Beck, I can't."

"Look, I'm sorry…" he said, backing off and shaking his head. "It was a mistake. I got caught up. Won't happen again, I-"

"Stop, Beck…" she whispered, trying to compose herself. "Look I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it or that I wouldn't like to do it again, but you're not single, and we're not together anymore."

"So, let's get back together."

"And what good will that do? You're still with Kelly. You need to tell her about this."

"Whoa… why would I want to tell Kelly any of this? She'd kick my ass."

"Beck… if you don't tell her, I will." Tori was very stern and she was fighting tooth and nail to resist her urges. Truth was, she wanted him badly, and if he had managed to touch her damp core, she'd have let him take her right there on the table. But this was not the way it should go. "You tell her the truth, let the breakup happen, hopefully quickly, and then maybe we can try again."

"Is that the plan?" Beck said, taking on a whole new tone. "Try and make me break up with someone just so you can end your loneliness, and all you can give me is a maybe?"

"Whoa… I never said anything about being lonely."

"Are you?" he asked, looking stern and trying to read her mind.

"Of course, but I'm not going to go around and jump on the first thing I see. You're a good person deep down, Beck. You just need to believe it."

Beck looked like he was going to calm down, but instead, turned a bright red. "Don't you dare tell Kelly anything. This never happened and I don't have time for mind games, Tori. I can't do this. Rehearse with Jade. Bet she'd really like the kissing scene."

And just like that, he was out of the study room, leaving a very confused and defeated Tori Vega to silently weep as she shifted from the table to collapsing into a chair.

* * *

September 26
4:22 pm
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 339

"You can talk to me, you know…"

Sam stared across the bedroom to the redhead who had just interrupted her concentration. Lately, Sam had spent most of her time in her head, and had started to slack off in her classes, wondering if any of it really mattered. Even her favourite class, Mass Media, had lost a lot of its luster from her depression.

"Yeah… I guess."

"You can, Sam. We're friends, and we are sharing a room. The least we can do is share our feelings."

"I feel like you already spend wayyy too much time sharing those feelings with Noelle, Cat…"

The petite redhead giggled, and climbed off her bed and plopped down at the foot of Sam's. "I'm serious. I know you have a lot on your mind. What's going on? Is it about that teacher?"

"Cat… I really don't want to talk about Adams," Sam said, knowing she needed to get some part of it off her chest, but just saying his names gave her a shiver of disgust.

Earlier that day, Sam had gone to his office to talk to him about letting her go back to just being a student so she could earn her grade, but it didn't go as planned. Once he walked past her, caressing her shoulder with his warm hands and shut the door, she knew where this was going to end.

Adams gave her the usual barrage of threats and black mail until Sam stripped down, and let her mind just drift as he pulled her close and onto his lap. The feeling of him slipping inside her shook her from her drifting thoughts and made her nearly sick.

He constantly asked her to be vocal, and most sickeningly, call him "Daddy" when he screwed her. Sam rarely obliged the first wish and her own father issues made it nearly impossible to do the second part. Not getting his way would upset him, and the sex would get rougher.

Sam knew she couldn't tell Cat, who was so sweet, ch*ldish, and innocent, about this awful thing, and how she had let herself have sex with him, three times now. She knew the looks of pity she'd get from her, and god knows the looks Noelle might give her if she found out. Despite the whole being gay thing, the dark haired teen seemed to have a very high sense of morality and order. It was a strange contrast to Cat, for sure.

"If you don't want to tell me about him… tell me some other stuff that's going on," Cat said, trying to help her friend. "I'll give you a backrub…"

Truthfully, Sam had been a bit jealous of how close Cat and Noelle were, and their physical relationship, even with simple things like backrubs seemed really nice. She couldn't very well turn down the opportunity.

"Fine…" she said, not wanting Cat to know that she was going to enjoy this, as she turned her back to the redhead.

The question now became what she would tell Cat. Lying to her wouldn't be right, and talking about Adams would just make things awkward. And she couldn't very well tell her all about the dreams of being with Freddie, which had only intensified since she stayed over that night. At least 4 nights a week, she would indulge in some form of fantasy that would leave her sweaty and on the verge of orgasm when she awoke.

Sam began to speak when she felt Cat's hands grip her shoulders tightly, immediately nailing much of the tension that had been driving her crazy for the last few days.

"You're so tense, Sam… just relax, and tell me all about everything."

"And you're actually not bad at that, chica," Sam said, on the verge of moaning from the overwhelming touch. "I've been thinking a lot about Freddie."

"So has Jade… I think she thinks he's going to propose."

Sam's back arched almost like a Cat at that thought, and her stomach went from uneasy to full on nauseous. "What?"

"Sorry… it’s just girl talk she mentioned. She thinks he might propose soon but I don't know anything."

"Well, what the fuck ever, then…" Sam said, pulling herself away from Cat, and getting her stuff and heading out of the room when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and the way Cat slid her fingers from her shoulder down her arm reminded her so much of Carly.

"Nothing is for sure… just sit back down, Sam."

She had no idea why, but Sam did as she was told and sat back on her bed as Cat got right behind her, wrapping her legs around Sam's waist like a ch*ld hanging on. There would have been some protest on Sam's end, but the back rub started back, and she just began to melt into the redhead's hands.

"I know I still love him, and I want more than anything to be with him. He's the only guy who has ever treated me right, and he's also the only guy I have ever been able to be completely comfortable with."

"But don't you think that hanging onto him is a bad idea? How can either of you ever move forward?"

"I don't want to move forward, Cat." Sam tensed up at the idea of facing her maturity. "I want things to go back to the way they were. Where Freddie, Carly, and me all made our web show and hung out, and he would kiss me and hold me. The sex was incredible and… I just don't know… He is just perfect and I want to strangle Jade."

"Sam, that's terrible. You've got to grow up… it's just a part of life. If you feel that you would be willing to hurt someone or destroy the person you love's happiness… can you really say that you love them?"

Cat's words had stunned Sam, and she had no idea how to respond. Every single time Cat spoke or gave advice, she reminded Sam more and more of Carly and how much she missed her friend. ‘Maybe all the muff-diving they did rubbed some personality in there,’ Sam thought.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"Just be happy that he found someone, and believe that you will as well."

"Like you did with Noelle?"

"I guess. I don't even know what we are. We just like having fun together." There was a tinge of sadness in Cat's voice that made Sam question how things were really going. "I really like her though and I want to stay with her, but there's a part of me that just feels like she's just killing time, like she's not serious."

Sam wanted to say something back but she felt Cat's fingertips reach under the hem of her shirt and pull up. "Whoa!" she cried out as she spun around.

"What's wrong?" Cat asked.

"You put your jankin' hands under my shirt."

"Yeah," Cat said, missing the inappropriateness that Sam had focused on. "I thought you'd be more comfortable without it on, so I could dig deeper."

"Well…" Sam paused, wondering if she was making too big of a deal about this. "Just ask someone before you try and undress someone. I don't mind," she said, pulling her shirt off, revealing her nearly naked back, save for a cream coloured bra "but you just kinda surprised me."

Cat's hands were like magic to Sam's skin, and she slowly breathed as her fingers caressed her sides, just sliding against the curve of her bust. She knew cat was getting something out of this as well, but Sam didn't really care.

"Don't stop," she whispered, as she tried to collect her thoughts for what else to say.

Cat giggle and scratched her nails down Sam's upper back, which caused Sam to elicit a moan. She would have also spoken, if the door hadn't been opened.

"What the shit, Cat?"

Sam and Cat both turned to see Noelle who seemed both hurt and confused.

"It's not what it looks like," Sam said, covering herself with her shirt once more, but a glance from Noelle told her that what she said wasn't true. "It's exactly what it looks like."

"Sam was having a rough day and I gave her a backrub."

"With her shirt off?" Noelle said, incredulously.

"That's how you always like it…"

"That's different, Cat. We are together… ugh…" Noelle shut the door and sat down on Cat's bed, where Cat quickly joined her. "You can't just start randomly feeling people up when you're with someone."

"Sam's my friend… and I don't know what we are. We never talk about it. Always do is… you know… stuff."

"Fine," Noelle said, getting slightly unnerved. "What do you want us to be, Cat?"

"I don't know… I don't really care about spending that kind of time with another person, so I guess we are a couple."

"Then we are in agreement," Noelle said sharply, kissing Cat on the forehead, eliciting a bright smile from Cat, before she kissed back on Noelle's neck.

The sweet reunion was bound to evolve into something else very quickly, Sam thought, figuring that it was probably best for her to go. Sam slipped out of the room and dialled Freddie's phone, wondering if he was busy so she could have a real conversation with him.

***

September 27
9:15 am
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 602

Tori Vega had never felt so alone in her life.

It seemed like everyone except for her had something going for them currently. Andre and Nate seemed way too busy to even return her calls, let alone hang out or see her. Robbie had basically become a ghost and she only ever saw or heard from him in class or through Freddie. He hadn't said anything about the Trina and Andre thing, so she wondered if he even knew, and if he did, if that was the reason. Cat was super busy with Noelle, and barely had any time for even grabbing a meal with Tori.

Beck was the biggest betrayal by far though, having not only gone back to Kelly, but by blaming the situation on Tori when they kissed in the library. He wouldn't call or return her texts, and when she saw him, he could only say that Kelly had forbid him from talking or seeing her. The fact that someone could be whipped so easily infuriated Tori, and made her feel even cold.

Her only bright spot, Jade, had even started dimming a bit, choosing to spend more time with Freddie than her, their issues apparently magically solved. And the few nights that Tori had been able to stay over, he was all she could talk about, plus the overwhelming smell of sex had been in-grained in the sheets. It was both a turn on and a depressant for the lonely Latina.

Tori, as if she were a zombie, slid up the floors until she reached the 6th floor, the top, where Jade was located, and found her friend's room. She knocked, even though Jade had given her a key, just because it seemed like the right thing to do. A few quick taps had brought Jade to the door, where she ushered Tori in quickly.

"What's up, Vega?" she asked her clearly sad friend who now sat on Noelle's long vacant bed.

"Is Freddie here? Or coming here?"

"Yeah… he's supposed to be here in a little bit," Jade said, checking her phone's clock.

"Oh ok… never mind then...” Tori groaned as she got off the bed.

"Whoa!" Jade said, tossing her hand up to stop Tori from progressing. "You can't just show up and then get all depressed when I mention that Freddie's coming. Is something wrong with him?"

"No… I mean, I don't know," Tori said, taking a seat back down. "I just feel really lonely and tired and I just miss how things used to be between us."

"Yes, the good ol' days, where you just threw your legs over my shoulders, and all was right with the world."

Jade's words sent a chill up Tori's spine as she remembered how Jade would devour her essence when they would make love. "Yeah… but I really mean more of when we would just hang out- no guys to distract us."

"…Which would always lead to what I just said, Vega… where are you going with this."

"Nowhere, I guess… I'm just… I don't know. Jealous seems like a harsh word, but I really want the closeness that you guys share. It's been forever since I felt close with someone on that level. I mean, that night, aside, I haven't slept with a guy in over a year. I think my body feels desperate. And I feel like it's the reason why I've done a lot of the stupid stuff recently- sl*eping with Hunter, making out with Beck, touching-"

"Stop right there!" Jade said, interrupting Tori. "When did you make out with Beck? He's still with that gutter-slut, right?"

"Yeah… we were studying for the play, and we just took the kissing scene way too far and it was just a blast of hands and kisses and skin…" Tori thought back to that and while it made her feel wanted, the way he acted after made her feel even worse. "Afterwards, we said it was a mistake, but-"

"Damn right it's a mistake, Vega. I'd go down there and tell his bitch of a girlfriend, but those two jizz bags deserve each other."

Tori couldn't help but laugh at Jade's offensive words. "I guess."

"So you haven't gotten laid by a guy in over a year? Jeez… I mean, I knew you were excitable when we would fool around, but man. I think I'd go crazy. Do you at least get yourself off?"

"I mean… I try to, but it’s not easy to get there. Not like you and Freddie, just going at it 100 times, coming every hour on the hour, and-"

"I can see what you mean about being jealous, Vega… but I promise Freddie and I are not perfect and you probably don't want what we have… it’s really tough sometimes. He can be way too secretive at times."

"You're still mad at him about that?"

"No..." Jade said, giving off a slight grin as if she remembered something. "But it was really bad there for a while. You know, you're kinda like Freddie in a lot of ways. You guys are so sweet and kind, and I think that's why you two mean so much to me. The whole opposites attract thing maybe."

"Maybe," Tori repeated, nodding slowly. "It seems like everyone else has their own thing going on, and I'm all by myself. I always kinda felt safe with you, and I just wanted to… be here for a while."

"Vega," Jade said, standing up, "Are you asking me to cuddle?"

Tori felt a grin spread across her lips. "Maaaaybe," she held out trying to be extra cute.

"That's all you had to say. Come over here…"

This seemed way too easy, Tori thought, but she didn't want to look this gift horse anywhere near the mouth. She leapt over to Jade's bed and laid down next to her friend, before Jade shifted so she could comfortable spoon her friend.

It didn't seem like just laying with someone would cure all of her troubles, but for Tori this was the moment she had been waiting for. Spending time close with Jade and just enjoying every moment of every breath.

"You sure you're not gay, Vega…? Because you are taking way too much joy out of just laying here…"

"Yes, Jade… I know that I'm straight."

"Ah… I was going to see if you wanted to stay over with me and Freddie, but if you're still straight, I guess you'd be a threat…" Jade teased.

"Wait… I don't think I would hate that… if I got to lay here with you of course."

Jade whispered into Tori's ear, sending goose bumps and a deep internal warmth to spread through her body. "Are you saying that you want me to lay in this bed, with Freddie on one side, and you, Vega, on the other? Sandwiching me between the two people I love most?"

"I guess…" Tori said, not wanting to make a bigger deal out of this than she needed to. She knew she was vulnerable and that when it came to Freddie and the feeling of pleasure, Jade was always weak in the knees for that level of gratification. "Wouldn't I be intruding though?"

"Guess we'll have to ask him when he gets up here. But let me say this," Jade said, sitting up for a moment as Tori looked up at her. "If I find out this is just a ploy to get close and steal him, I will shave your head with a gardening tool."

"Of course not, Jade… I mean, Freddie's very attractive, but I could never do that to you, Jade. You're my friend."

Jade's mind flashed back to both of the times Tori had shot Beck down, citing her friendship for Jade as the reason, and maybe that was why he got back with her for only a few weeks before he once again violated her trust. But, in retrospect, it was the best thing ever because it led her to Freddie, who made her feel special, and made her feel like she deserved to be happy. Even being with other girls, when he would look her in the eyes, she knew that she was the one for him, and vice versa.

"I know… I just love him so much. Like, I've never felt the way I feel about him with any other person or thing. Like, I see myself cooking for him and being tied up by him in the same day. I want to marry him, bear his ch*ldren, and all that."

"Jade, I wouldn't try and cheat with him. I know how much he means to you. It's ok."

The dark haired teen place a very simple kiss on Tori's neck as a sign of gratitude before she nuzzled back into Jade's body.

The moment they got comfortable, there was a knock on the door, and Jade nearly fell from getting up so fast to answer it. Jade's heart beat a little faster, and Tori felt a wave of sadness as she saw that it was indeed Freddie at the door, and before he could even walk in, Jade was already all over him, kissing his lips like they hadn't seen each other for weeks, backing up to the door which shut behind him.

"Oh, hey Tori," Freddie said, coming down from the heated kiss, honestly a bit embarrassed that he'd been more focused on the kiss than his surroundings.

"Hey, Freddie…" she said softly, sitting up on the bed. "Well, I guess you guys probably want some privacy…"

Tori got up from the bed and headed for the door, when Jade moved to block her path.

"Vega, stop," Jade said coldly, before moving herself between Freddie and Tori. "Babe, Tori is having a rough time, and I told her she could stay here if it’s alright with you."

"Having a girls' night, eh?" he said, kissing Jade on the cheek. "Well, I guess I should be the one to head-"

"No…" Jade said very sternly as she motioned to the bed. "All three of us can sl*ep in here, in the bed. Tori's promised to be good and not make a move on you."

"Ah," Freddie nodded. "I think I get it now…"

"Good."

Despite her invite being validated, Tori still took her seat on Noelle's bed as Freddie joined Jade on her bed, huddling close.

"How was the blonde bimbo tonight?" Jade asked.

"Sam was fine, I guess. We had a really long talk about our friendship, and I don't really know where her head is at. But she made it sound like Cat was really helping her deal with everything."

"Yeah," Tori said, chiming in, "Cat's actually a good person to talk to when you can keep her focused."

"Well, I can't imagine how Sam and her boobs could have kept Cat focused," Jade said snarkily.

"Actually I think Sam is really not feeling the physical vibe… this whole thing with the professor has really messed her up and she said she's planning to swear off sex."

"Really?" Jade said, perking up that she might have one less threat to worry about. "Because she seems like the type who would give it up for a box of Fruit-Rollups."

"Jade… that's awful," Tori said, and Freddie looked at their guest and a wave of déjà vu took hold of him, as if he was reliving a moment between S