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iCarly/Victorious: Carousel Nights #4

"What were you thinking?!" Carly screamed at her br*ther, her face Rushed with rage.

"I'm sorry, ok?!" he shouted back, doing his best to sober up.

"Not what I asked," she said coldly.

"I wasn't thinking. She showed up in my bed, and she was sad and lonely, and she was being very forward. She wanted, and I couldn't really say no."

"You COULDN'T?! You are a fucking grown ass man."

"Carly…" he started, trying to scold her for cursing, but figured he’d let it go.

"So... you just slept with her… out of obligation?"

"It wasn't an obligation..." Spencer trailed off, trying to fight his inebriation. "I was kind of sad and lonely too, and it was a mistake. We knew it was a mistake, and we agreed never to talk about it again. I still feel bad about it when I see her."

"You should. She's my best friend," Carly stopped for a moment to think. "Or at least, she was. I don't want to deal with this right now."

Carly looked at how much pain her br*ther was in, and knew trying to berate him while he wasn't in his right mind wasn't the way to go. She was still pretty pissed off at Sam, though, and thought about calling Sam and yelling at her, but she kept debating it down in her mind. She considered calling Cat and talking to her, but a wave of exhaustion poured over her, and before she even realized it had happened, she was asl*ep.

* * *

"Hey k*ddo."

Carly woke up to her br*ther's words. He was standing in her doorway holding a cup of coffee, and had another cup in his hand.

"Made you some hot chocolate. Can we... talk?"

"I... guess," Carly muttered, trying to sit up in bed and make room for her br*ther to sit.

"Good... look, I'm sorry about last night, and I'm especially sorry about what happened with Sam. It was a total accident, and neither of us are in anyway happy that it happened." Spencer sat down carefully, still worried his s*ster was going to be violent. "But it did… and I'm sorry."

Carly sipped the hot, sweet and creamy drink, taking in his words, and searching for the right words to respond.

"Just... don't blame Sam. She may have approached me first, but I'm the adult. I should have said no. She's just a mixed up k*d. Plus-"

"Did you enjoy it?"

"What?"

Carly stared at Spencer, a deep burning in her eyes, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Honestly? Not really. It was really kinda emotionless, and in a few minutes it was over. We both kinda realized we didn't want 'that' and it was pretty much empty."

"Well, this is a big deal Spencer. Sam’s, my best friend, and I really don't have any words for how angry I am... but I've done stupid stuff without thinking, too, so I guess I get it."

"Well, I'm glad-"

"You're not off the hook. I'm still mad."

"As long as you're mad at me and not at he."

Carly looked at her br*ther, amazed that he cared enough to try and save her friendship with Sam at the colt of liking him. She couldn't really stay mad at him.

"You should all Sam. You girls should talk and make up."

"Maybe."

"Good enough for me," Spencer got off the bed, and headed out the room and down the stairs before shouting back to his s*ster, "I'm going to have breakfast ready in minutes. Shower and come down when you're ready."

Curly staggered over to her mirror and stared at her bed head, wondering what she was going to say to Sam.

* * *

Carl took ready two hours to call Sam, though a lot of that time was spent in a shower and at the breakfast table. The shower did Carly a lot of good, allowing time to think her decisions through as the piping hot water engulfed her completely. The conversation at the table when she got out and robed, however, was lacking. The siblings barely making eye contact, let alone having a conversation.

The web star quickly dressed, and stared at her phone for several minutes, trying to summon the courage to call her best friend and both persecute and forgive. It was not going to be easy. She wished she could talk to someone. Two of her most trusted confidants were involved, and telling Freddie just didn't seem right.

She dialled her phone and waited with bated breath for Sam to pick up, which after almost five rings, she did.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sam."

"Carly… look, if you're going to yell at me, can you get it over with fast? I already feel as shiny as possible."

"I'm not going to yell at you. I just want you to tell me what happened and why."

"I'd rather not remember, honestly," Carly could tell that Sam was pained as she spoke. "It was the night of the dance at the camp. I was upset at… well, pretty much everyone. He told me I looked nice, and I took that way too far."

"You slept with my br*ther because he said you were pretty?"

"No... I mean, yeah, kinda. I was in a really bad place, for sure. Sorry."

"Spencer kind of told me everything after he sobered up this morning. It was awkward, but he wants to take the fall for this and says he's completely to blame. Plus I've already done the whole 'sl*ep with someone because they thought I was pretty thing' with Freddie, so I can understand the feeling."

"Yeah... don't remind me... so you're not mad?"

"Sam, I'm not exactly ok with it, but you're my best friend, he's my br*ther, and it happened. Eventually, I have to just get over it... just not right now. You want to grab some lunch in a bit?"

"Sure, I guess... Groovy Smoothie at 12:30 sound good?"

"Yep. Talk to you later."

Carly hung up the phone and lay back on her bed, wondering how she was going to kill a couple hours before misting up with Sam.

* * *

Jade West was not happy. And while she could blame other people for her unhappiness, she chose to be alone today. Cat and her aunt had gotten up and gone shopping, and they invited her to come with, but she really didn't feel up to it, She was really considering going to see Freddie, but after a short text exchange, he told her that his mom was around today, and that he had to go see a doctor this afternoon, so it might be a while. He did offer to video chat with her in the meantime which made her kinda happy.

Knowing she had the apartment to herself, Jade had no problem stripping down to her camisole and thong as she moved around the place. As she rummaged through Kenzie's fridge, she checked the clock on the wall.

Shit, she thought, it's after 11. After seeing some of the food options she had, she decided that an early lunch would be the best choice, rather than snacking. Gathering sandwich supplies and pouring a glass of juice, she headed back into the bedroom and grabbed her computer. She powered through her lunch before getting herself ready for the cam. She wanted to grab a shower first, but she didn't really have long to talk to Freddie, so something had to be sacrificed, and damn if she wasn't starving.

As her chat linked, she rushed to make herself look good for him, and barely got her hair tied back when the video of him popped up.

"Hey there, sexy," his voice came clearly through her speakers.

"Hey, yourself. You having a good morning?"

"Not really. My morn has been riding my ass all morning. Made me get up early. And I really don't like this doctor. I mean, he’s awesome at what he does, and I might move to a different cast soon since I'm healing really well. But as a person, the dude kinds gives me the creeps."

"Aw is little Fweddie afwaid of da big scary doctor?" she teased.

"Shut up…" He took a moment to look at her. Maybe it was the light, and he knew she didn't have on her usual make-up and stuff, but when he looked at her like this, he really felt himself fall further in love with her. "Sorry I'm busy today... My mom works a second shift, so be free tonight if you want."

"I'd like that. But…" Jade tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, "I'm not sure if we should…"

Freddie could see in her eyes that she still wasn't sure about the situation that their 'relationship' had become. "Babe... it's ok. We can just hang. We talked about what we both wanted and there's no reason to worry. I'm certainly not going to take advantage of you."

"As if you even could," she said, hiding her concern. Jade had never been one for sentimentality, but ever since she was with Beck the first time, her feelings seemed to overtake when confronted by people she loved. It only got worse after they broke up. Freddie managed to calm the storm inside her, but her head was now swimming in the uncertainty of this relationship… if there even was one.

"So how was your night last night? Cat's aunt as weird as she seems?"

"Actually, I think she was out for a while with Carly's br*ther. Cat and I just hung around the apartment, watching moves, and just sorta talking. When Kenzie came home dr*nk, I ducked into the bedroom to go to sl*ep."

"That's cool I guess. My night wasn't much better. Working on some of the books I need to read before school starts back."

"You actually read those?"

"Uhh yeah. I didn't get to the top of my class and on my way to valediction for nothing."

"Wow... how in the world you managed to have sex with me?" she joked, shaking her head.

"Ummm... because I'm awesome, and ridiculously good looking." he stared at her image, smirking back at him. "And yes, I'm a friggin’ genius."

Jade laughed at him, again tucking her hair behind her ear as she took a sip of juice. "Knowing what I know now, I have to assume it was out of pity."

"Jeez... you're as bad as Sam."

Freddie saw in an instant the she kinda flinched when Sam's name came up. As if a bubble in her mind had been popped when Sam was mentioned.

"Yeah… maybe. Was that the staple of your relationship with her? Her making fun of you?"

"I wouldn't say it was a staple, but was pretty common. We made it work though."

"Clearly," Jade said, her annoyance becoming increasingly obvious. "Suppose you'll make it work again once I'm out of the way."

"Hey!" Freddie sad, trying to correct her sardonic attitude, "I love you, Jade West. And Sam does mean a lot to me, but you are never going to be replaceable. We might not be carrying on a one on one, face to face, type relationship like we had a while back, but I still care about you and want to be involved in your life." He could see she was tearing up a bit, and quickly tried to paint a better picture. "We've both got one year of high school left, and after that, we can certainly find a way to be together again... if that's what you still want."

"Why would I not want that? I love you too, Freddie..."

"But I get it. Our lives are completely different and we might be going in different directions, so I can't very well stop you from pursuing whatever," he paused for a moment and sighed, "or whoever, you want in life. But even if that is the case, I want us to be still be friends."

Jade felt her heart break when he said "be friends". She knew he didn't mean it like she was taking it, but she couldn't help but feel like that's all they ever might be. And really, if she wasn't the one he was with, she couldn't really imagine being friends with him. It would just hurt too much.

"I need to think about it, Freddie... Being friends might be kinda difficult if we still feel the same way."

"Perhaps, but we should at least try. You know you mean the world to me, and I-"

"FREDDIE!" Jade didn't have to ask who the voice belonged to. "TIME TO GO SEE DR. CARLTON!"

Freddie had an exasperated look on his face. "We can talk more later, ok?" She nodded. "I love you," he said touching two fingers to his lips and then the screen, which she followed suit.

And then he was gone. She stared at herself on the screen, desperately seeking answers to questions she didn't want to ask.

Jade looked around the room, and decided to get a shower, but once she got into the bathroom, the bathtub with water jets was far too inviting. She'd always wanted to try one of these. She ran the water, and grabbed some bubble bath out of Cat's bag. The redhead always carried it with her for some reason. Jade grabbed her phone at set it next to the tub, just in use she got a call.

The hot water mixed with the bubble chemicals and before Jade even realized it, the tub filled with the suds. She removed her clothes slowly, examining her body for any flaws before going to see Freddie tonight, and then slid into the extremely warm water. One button press later, the hot water cycled through the jets and her body, finally at peace now, disappeared into the suds.

* * *

"So... are we ok?"

Carly sat down at the table across from her best friend, wondering how to respond to the question. "I guess so. Probably best not to talk about it."

"Fair enough," Sam took a long sip of her smoothie. "So... anything else going on?"

"Not really. Spencer is nursing a serious hangover, but he's still going out with that woman again. I just don't get it."

"Well, you did kinda set him up with her. Kinda only have yourself to blame on that."

Carly stared at Sam begrudgingly. "Well, I guess I did egg it on, but it’s their fault for going crazy. Also Cat's involved."

"Carly... mind if I ask what appeal of that Cat chick is? I mean, I get that she's your friend, but I can't imagine spending an hour in the same room with her, (SAM & CAT - COMING NEXT FALL) let alone having… that kind of relationship with her."

"Urn... well, Cat is... nice. And she's a really sweet girl. And, she is kinda pretty."

"Oh... calm down, lesbo." Sam chuckled to herself as she sipped.

"Oh you're soon funny Puckett... So, let's talk about your love life. You talk to Freddie today?"

Sam sighed, "Not yet. Not really sure how to respond to him."

"You have mixed feelings about being in love with someone who's also in love with someone else… I don't get why you can't see it. He wants his cake and to eat it too."

"I never understood that saying. Who the fuck has cake and isn't eating it?"

"Sam..."

"I' know, I know… no swear words in public. Anyway, Freddie is a nice guy and I don't think he's taking advantage of my feelings, but you do have a point. He needs to make a decision. "

"Glad you finally figured that out. So, you gonna confront him tonight?"

"I don't know... maybe."

Carly was sipping her smoothie when an idea suddenly occurred to her. "You know what you should do... You should talk to Jade. Maybe if you girls talked for once, you might get along. And once you do, you both can f*rce Freddie to choose."

"That sounds kinda rough... and I really don't want to have anything to do with her."

"She's actually not bad. Cat loves her… and that’s certainly... something. I talked to her yesterday morning and I can say that she's probably just as in love with him as you are, but talking to her first might really help you clear your head."

"I can't tell if that's the worse advice, or the best advice, I've ever heard. Eh, what the hell, I guess we can grab dinner. I probably won't strangle her if I'm eating."

"Yeah… good plan, Sam," Carly said, rolling her eyes and laughing. The brunette web stair was going to say something else, but T-bro showed up with their wraps, and they were too busy stuffing their faces to really have deep conversations.

* * *

Jade sat up in the tub, just enough to get her head up from the water, the bubbles sticking to her face. Despite practically being an adult, she couldn't help but play with the bubbles a bit, giving herself a sud-beard. Once playtime was over Jade just relaxed in the water, the bubbles and water covering her body, giving her the slight sensation she was back in the silky sheets in Freddie's bed, the heat the metaphor of closeness to him. The powerful jets managed to touch her in all the right ways and she was getting really turned on. She twisted so that a shot of water caressed her nipples at just the right angles, and after slipping a finger inside herself, a short moan escaped her lips. She adjusted her body downward until the water made a direct hit to her very sensitive core.

Of course, this made her mind drift to Freddie, and she imagined him in the tub with her, the two bathing each other and making love in the bubbles. The daydream came to a sudden and abrupt end when reality set in and she realized that her fantasy would never come true.

Jade sunk beneath the warm water, a water jet applying pressure to the side of her face, less sensually, and more annoying. She needed to get her head together about this whole thing. Normally, she'd either go to Cat or Freddie, but neither one were really an option in this case. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt a name emerge, and perhaps an answer to her problems: Tori Vega.

Jade hated her for a couple years, but ever since she met Freddie all her hate had gone away and two had really become fast friends. Also, Jade was pretty sure Tori was not as into Beck as she originally thought. Even though they'd been dating for a month now, she could tell that something was missing. It was brutally obvious something was up when she hung out one night, and the two nearly kissed. They hadn't really talked much since then. Tori was the most level headed girl that Jade had ever met, and while she was perhaps too much of a goody-goody, she really was a loyal and good person.

She grabbed and towel and dried her hand off and reached for her Pear-phone. Quickly dialling Tori's number, she waited with bated breath for the Latina brunette to pick up.

"Hey... Jade."

"'Hey... you, urn... busy?"

"Not really. Just hanging out here at the house and playing music to drown out Trina's awful singing. Can you believe she actually is doing a sequel to her one woman show?"

"Jeez... Let's hope Shapiro doesn't have to watch it again for the paper."

"Yeah..." Ton's voice trailed off for a moment, as if she was searching for what to say. "So what's up?"

"A lot actually."

"Yeah, I saw on the Slap that you and Cat are in Seattle... how's that going?"

"It's… going."

"Yeah... I really like Carly. Probably the only good thing that came out of me dating Steven."

"Probably. So, look, don't read too much into this, and I want you to know that I have no idea why I'm talking to you-"

"Probably not the best start, Jade...”

"Fine, whatever. I have a problem, and I feel like you are a person I can talk to."

"Wow… that... means a lot, Jade… despite the insults. What's the problem?"

Jade took a deep breath and prepared to tell Tori everything. "Ok, so I was dating Freddie, but then we broke up because I was jealous of his ex, Sam. I had an emergency so Cat and I drove up here, and in light of that, Freddie and I got back together. But both of us know that it can't really last since we are far apart and have different life paths. I'm still in love with him and want to be with him though. And, to top that of, Sam is circling him like a shark, and will probably get with him the moment I leave. So what should I do?"

"Umm…" It was clearly a lot to take in at once, and she knew there were details that she was leaving out, like what the emergency was, but she let it go. "Well, what is it that you want?"

"I' think that's the problem... I don't know. I'm in love with Freddie, but it seems really unrealistic that well end up together. He says we should be friends and have something open for a year, while we finish up high school, and if I find someone I should be able to explore that option."

"That sounds kinds... weird, doesn't it? Are you sure he’s not just opening the door for himself to date other people?"

"No... or yeah… I don't fucking know. But that doesn't really affect my decision."

Tori thought for a few moments, and an idea hit her. "Why don't you try and meet with Sam? Talk to her about what's going on. Maybe you two can work things out and if you're friends, maybe you won't have such hostility."

"Vega, you're retarded... that's... just... Well, actually, that might not be a terrible idea. Maybe I'll try and talk to her before I leave."

"Awesome..."' It was clear by her tone that Tori wanted to say something else, and Jade figured it was their almost lesbian experience, but she didn’t want to push it. The problem was, what Tori wanted to say was something much worse.

"Well, thanks for the help, Vega. I guess I owe you one."

"Eh, don't mention it. We should hang out when you get back home."

"Maybe."

And with that, Jade hung up the phone, leaving her in a lukewarm bath loth very few suds left. A deep sigh later and she got out and dried off, and began searching for a way to make this Sam conversation go well.

Jade hit the stopper on the bath and got out of the tub, drying herself off quickly, trying to avoid getting cold. She threw a towel around her waist and another around her hair, and headed to grab some underwear out of her suitcase. She grabbed a lacy black bra and thong, knowing Freddie loved to see her in this stuff, and see her he would tonight, she thought.

Jade grabbed an outfit that was fairly modest since she had to probably see Sam tonight as well, and didn't feel right flaunting herself in front of someone, who would essentially be her competition.

Jade settled on a pair of tight jeans, with a blouse top that revealed quite a bit of neckline, and grabbed a purple flannel jacket to top off the ensemble. She was halfway through her hair and make-up work when her phone rang with an unrecognised number. Jade quickly answered it, and was nearly floored by who it was.

"Is this Jade?"

"Yeah… Sam?"

"Yup."

There was silence on the line for almost a minute before Jade finally asked something.

"So... what's up?"

"I, uh, (shut up Carly) kinda thought we should meet and actually have a face to face conversation. I know we're both really into Freddie, and I guess you guys are leaving tomorrow, and I just kinda figured-"

"We should talk about this Freddie situation? I was thinking the same thing actually."

"Yeah… not sure why you felt the need to interrupt, but sure. So… how about we grab some dinner later? I know a place where the food is good… mostly because a friend of ours owns the place and I eat for free."

"Sounds good. You wanna meet at the Bushwell Apts and go over, or should I just meet you there?"

"Just go to 700 North Patterson Street at 6:30. I’ll meet you there."

"Ok then... thanks for the invite, Sam. I think it says a lot about-"

She heard a dick, and Jade stopped talking, silently cursing to herself that Sam hung up on her. That was pretty serendipitous, she thought, finishing up her make-up. Now, she just had a couple hours to kill.

* * *

The next couple hours flew by for Jade, who crashed onto the couch and watched a movie on Netflix. She had no intention of getting into a movie, but with a name like "Tucker and Dale vs. Evil", she couldn't help but check it out (And you should too, reader. It's a new twist on the slasher genre, if you're into that). Shortly after the movie, she finished prepping herself, left a note for Cat, and then headed out the door for the bus stop.

Sam's two hour wait, however, dr*g on for what felt like forever. She had been at Carly's when she made the call, but since then, she had gone home to get ready. She took a long hot shower, every so often, she lightly hit her head on the wall and wondered what the hell she was thinking here. She dressed quickly, throwing on a baby blue bra and underwear, wondering if after this whole Jade thing was over if she might go see Freddie again. She tossed on a penny tee and some tight jeans and headed into the kitchen. She was about to eat dinner, but she felt like eating already. A ham sandwich later, she stood, staring at the clock, trying to figure out how to kill another 15 minutes. She opened the fridge and stared inside for a while, until finally, she had an idea.

She grabbed one of the dozen beers that her morn had in the fridge, and popped the cap before downing her liquid courage. Sam had never really been one who liked getting dr*nk, but for her, there was little that would take the edge off like a cold beer.

After downing the beer, she headed to her bus stop and luckily, got there just in time for her ride. She got a weird look from a woman in the front seat, and Sam wondered if her drinking had done something to get her noticed. She took her seat and relaxed, taking some deep breaths before the bus pulled up to the school. As she got off, she looked at the darkened school, with just a faint light coming from the basement where Gibby's Place was in full swing. Sam checked her watch, and saw that she had another 5 minutes to wait before Jade showed up, so she decided to throw a rock at the wall to pass the time.

When Jade arrived, the first thing she noticed was the blonde who seemed to be angrily pelting the brick walls of what appeared to be a school. She was really thrown to see that her destination was just a high school. The wheels began to turn in Jade's mind that this might have been a trap... and now Jade was almost positive Sam had put this all together to try and murder her. A moment of clarity went through her mind as she got off her bus, wondering if this was how she made Tori feel so many times.

"Sam?" she called out, as the blonde was in mid throw.

"Yup. You ready to eat?"

"Um... yeah... Where are we going?"

"Here... duh."

"Your school cafeteria is the place?"

"Ha… no. The food there tastes like shit. Come on."

Sam led the two of them to the back of the school and headed into the basement, where Gibby awaited them in a fairly packed restaurant.

"What's up girls?"

"Not much Gibby, You save us a table?"

"Of course... you know you always have a standing table here, Sam."

"You're the best Gib-ster. Not sure if you've met, but this is Freddie's… friend, Jade, who he met at the camp." Sam looked over at the reddening fact of Jade, who clearly felt out of place.

"Oh yeah... I remember you. We met that last day."

"Yeah… you're the guy who got lost looking for Bigfoot with Sikowitz... Good to see you again."

"Yup."

Gibby sat the two girls and gave Sam an odd look before ducking into the kitchen to work on the food.

"So, that Gibby k*d has his own restaurant? In the basement of your school?"

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I guess... I just am a bit surprised. He's younger than us and has his own business. Jeez..."

"Yeah… so, anyway... how are you enjoying Seattle?"

"It's... rainy, but luckily, I haven't had to spend too much time outside."

"Yeah, it can definitely get wet around here. I was just telling Carls the other day-"

"Sam, not to be rude, but why don't we cut to the chase and talk about what were both thinking?"

The blonde teen was thrown off by the directness that Jade was displaying. If her goal was to intimidate the Goth girl, she needed to get right to it.

"Fine, Jade. Clearly, we have a Freddie problem. I love him, and I get that you like him too-"

"I love him. Don't undercut my feelings because you feel insecure, you b-"

"Ladies…" Gibby was standing at their table giving Sam an eye, "can I get you anything to drink or something?"

"Yeah, Gib. Bring me a Pepsi."

"I'll have a Pepsi as well," Jade said, staring daggers at Sam, as Gibby slowly backed away.

"Anyway," Sam started, "it's a waste of time getting into a fight of who loves him or deserves to be with him, I feel like I know the answer, but that's just me."

Jade rolled her eyes. "Look, Sam, the smart thing here isn't to fight but to just get along. It's up to Freddie to decide who he wants to be with."

"Yeah, but he's not really making a decision…"

Gibby brought their drinks and, keeping a close eye on Sam, as if he was having a conversation with his eyes, took their order. Sam ordered some bacon carbonara pasta, and Jade just ordered a grilled chicken Caesar salad. Gibby retreated to the back to prep their food as the girls continued to try and be civil while boiling on the inside.

"As I was saying, he's not making any kind of decision. He told me he loved you and he loved me and he was going to make sure that he took care of you and he might always have feelings for you, but if I wanted to be with him, I'd have to... put up with you being in his life."

Jade sipped her soda, trying to sort out what Sam was trying to say. "So, he told you that he loves me more, and now you're upset?"

"No, you fucking idiot," Sam earned the starts of a number of patrons, including Principal Franklin who ate here whenever his wife's cooking was bad. So he was here pretty much he four days a week. "He doesn't want to pick so he just wants to date both of us."

"I don't know how I feel about that," Jade said, her confidence dissolving for the first time since they sat down.

"Yeah, me either. I love him, but this seems kinda unfair... to both of us."

"At least you get to be around him still. After tonight, he's just going to be a picture on my wall, and a face on my screen every so often. Gotta say, that situation is definitely in your favor."

"Only because you aren't here, If the cities were switched, I'm sure it wouldn't even be a question."

Jade had to take a second, because it almost seemed like Sam was complimenting her. "Maybe. But you guys also have a lot more history."

"Exactly, all the history, first love, first real boyfriend, first… you know, first everything. And I'm still on the same level as some gank he met a month ago." Sam looked at Jade's annoyed fact. "No offence."

"Eh, if it makes you feel better/worse, I'm kinda annoyed that I'm on the same level as someone far less attractive than me."

While Sam's comment meant no real offence, Jade's comments cut through the blonde like one of her own scissors. "Well, at least I was a virgin when I slept with him... He was your, what... 4th, 5th?"

Jade resisted punching her, but gritted her teeth and responded. "Beck was my first and only before 1 met Freddie."

"Oooh, good choice on the 'right guy' there."

"Oh you'd fucking know, wouldn't you? You know, if it wasn't for you slutting it up with my ex-boyfriend, Freddie and I would have never even hung out."

"Well..." Sam couldn't quite find much ammunition at this point, "I didn't know what I wanted, alright? Beck was cute and thanks to Freddie and Carly doing stuff behind my back, I really didn't want to be around them. Like you've never been in a shitty spot."

"Oh I was in a bad spot," Jade said, leaning across the table a bit to make sure Sam heard her as she whispered, "but then your ex-boyfriend showed up and fucked my brains out in such a passionate way that I swore off every other guy ever. You fucked, what… three other guys besides Freddie? Including your best friend's older br*ther, right? Now, who's the gank?"

How the fuck did she know about that, Sam thought. "Two, and both were big mistakes. Not sure how you knew about Spencer-"

"I didn't. But I do now. You fucked up, disgusting-"

Sam's fist flew at a record speed towards Jade's face, and if it hadn't been for Gibby's quick action it would have made contact. The awkward teen managed to block Sam's punch with a dining tray he had just finished unloading.

"Sam!" he shouted. "We talked about this, I can't have a fight in my restaurant... I gotta kick you out. Both of you. Sorry, Jade."

"Dude, it's cool. You kinda saved my face there so it’s fine."

"Ok…" he leaned in and whispered to them. "If you want to head up to the door, I will box your food and you can take it to go. I just can’t let you stay here."

Sam nursed her fist, which was sc****d a bit by the wooden tray, as she walked up the stairs, following Jade. They stood outside, not saying a word for a couple minutes before Gibby popped back up with two Styrofoam containers.

"I also threw in tonight's special- a fig tart for each of you. Try and get along guys… please." He gave a cautious apologetic look as he closed the door and headed back down to serve more people.

The two girls stood at the bus stop waiting for almost ten minutes. Neither was speaking or even looking at the other. Finally, Jade broke the silence.

"That wasn't how I wanted tonight to go."

"Yeah... me either."

"I really do love him, you know. And I know you do too... it’s just kinda hard to know that your 'one and only' could be someone else's... or in this case, he has two that he wants."

"Yeah… Freddie is a dick for putting us in this position. I don't know about you, but I'm no Mormon."

"Yeah… I'm Catholic, so that's a big no on that. He’s going to have to choose eventually, and I don't see a reason we should be the ones fighting. And I'm…" Jade's face contorted as if the words physically hurt her, "sorry for being such a bitch."

"It's whatever... I, uh, wasn't much better."

Silence again fell over the two girls as they had said their apologies but didn't want it to go any further.

"So, Spencer? Seriously?" Jade said, looking for something to say.

"Shut up… Mind never saying a word about that? Carly just found out last night and made my ears bleed with her disappointment. Prefer to forget about it, really."

"Yeah… I can feel that."

"Look I don't know where you're planning to go after this, but why don't you just come back to my place? I promise not to kill you... as long as you don't try and make me."

"That actually would be fine. There is next to nothing at Cat's aunt's place. You have anything to drink?"

"Soda and beer, mostly."

"Huh, I was just thinking as we were talking in there, I could really use a beer."

"Guess some things did work out," she said as the bus pulled up to pick them up.

* * *

The Shay residence received a loud knock in the evening, and an opened door later, it was revealed to be Cat and Kenzie. Cat was wearing what was clearly a new pink dress as the tag was still attached to the back. Kenzie, as always, looked like a tramp, Carly thought. She was wearing knee high boots with a leopard print skirt, a black tube top, and a denim jacket.

"Hey, guys... what are you doing here?" Carly asked, surprised at the visitors since Cat said she was busy with her aunt all day.

"Oh your br*ther didn't tell you?" Kenzie responded, almost matter-of-factly. "We're going out on a date again tonight and in case he doesn't come home till late, I figured you girls could just have a sl*epover again."

"That's cool," Carly was going to say something else, but her br*ther popped into the room, surprisingly well dressed for him- a shirt and tie and some nice pants. No idea where they were going but he seemed dressed for it. Her, not so much. They certainly look like an interesting pair, she thought.

"Well," Spencer sad, perhaps a bit too loudly, "I guess we better get going. You girls behave and I’ll see you later tonight."

When he said 'later tonight' Kenzie shot him a look, that mystified both Carly and Cat, but it was easy to shrug off as the headed out the door.

"Soooooo..." Cat held the word out for way longer than it needed to be. "Whatcha wanna do tonight?"

"I'm game for pretty much everything. My back is killing me so nothing... strenuous." Carly made sure to say the word carefully, so that the meaning could sink in without any more discussion could occur.

"So is sex off the table?"

Carly pressed her palm to her face and shook her head, as Cat's mind drifted to table based sex. Clearly, this sl*epover was going to go well.

* * *

The bus ride was fairly quiet, just a few glances, as if to tell the other one, 'I don't know what to say, so maybe you should talk.'

The lurching behemoth stopped in front of Sam's place and the two girls got off. Jade followed Sam up to the apartment, and was shocked at the state of the place. She thought Kenzie's place was a mess, but this was ten times worse. {Wait until she sets what Kenzie place looks like after tonight...}

"Ignore the mess, I might be a bit of a slob, but my mom is a thousand times worse."

"Fair enough... at least this place feels like a home. My parent's house in LA is enormous and always really clean, but it feels more like a museum than anything else."

"That sucks... Freddie's apartment feels like that sometimes," Sam said, passing Jade a beer from the fridge.

"Yeah... I know. Thanks."

"And his mom is insane about order and cleanliness... you should see his underwear drawer."

"Ahem... I, uh, have seen his underwear drawer."

The two girls exchanged glances, as if the fight was reigniting, before they just busted out laughing. They laughed for several minutes, punctuating their jokes with little details about Freddie that were so weird.

"Like his thing with Space Wars?"

"Or the fact that he blames the liberal media for stuff?"

"Or... ha-ha... his obsession with weird alternative bands like Barenaked Ladies and Bowling for Soup?"

"Seriously... Has he made you watch Kiss Kiss Bang Bang yet?"

"Twice. I said I didn't get why it was so awesome, so he made me watch it again, doing his own commentary."

"Jeez... He's made me and Carly watch it pretty much whenever it comes on, and whenever he wants to watch it. Which is like every other week."

The two finally got to their dinners after a quick microwave trip for Sam, and searching for a couple forks.

"This is actually really good. Good call, Sam."

"Yeah, Gibby knows his shit. I will give him that," she said, taking a long swig of beer, before turning the television on.

Jade checked her buzzing phone and saw a text from Cat. "Huh… I guess Carly and Cat are hanging out again tonight. Guess that means her aunt and Spencer are going at it." Jade heard Sam cough up some food, so she changed the subject once the television hit the right channel. "Sweet... shark week is still going."

"Yup… I always dig this insane nature anim*l stuff."

"Insane nature anim*l stuff' eh? That the technical name?"

"Bite me, Jade," she quipped.

Jade considered returning fire with all would if 'I could unhinge my jaw enough to bite your fat ass,' but didn't want to reignite the fighting. "I always like watching how viciously sharks tear through their prey. And they can smell bl*od from like a mile away. Really awesome."

"No shiuh?" Sam said with her mouth full, "dats pretty baduss."

"You're gross," Jade said, getting up. "Can I get you anything from the kitchen? I'm getting another beer, if that's cool."

"Yeah... my morn doesn't care. Plus she's gone for like the next week or so with some new guy. Grab me one too," she said tossing her bottle into a nearby trashcan.

Jade grabbed the beers and was making her way back when she tripped over a pile of clothes, Sam managing to catch her before she fell face first to the floor. Jade was heavier than she thought and Sam lost her balance until both girls fell back onto the couch holding each other, with the beers between their bodies.

Nether girl really wanted this, but for some reason they couldn't really find a reason to disconnect. Jade had no idea what came over her, but her lips moved forward, and found Sam's, the taste of bacon and Alfredo sauce quite palpable. Sam didn't kiss back, but she certainly wasn't pulling away.

"I think you might have had too much to drink with just the one beer…” Sam said, unsure of where to go from here.

"Yeah... Sorry."

"It's cool," she said, pulling her body away and grabbing a beer, giving Jade room to get up as well. "Let's just eat." Sam tasted the slightly fruity taste from Jade's lips for a couple of minutes before it finally dissipated.

The awkward moment did send the girls on a quick trip down memory lane, though probably not how they expected. This wasn't the first time they had ever kissed, and the night in the hot tub came back with a fiery vengeance. Sam remembered how soft Jade's lips had been and how warm and inviting her entire body was in that Jacuzzi. Jade remembered the passion and aggression Sam displayed when the chance arose for them to be 'lesbians.'

Jade finished her salad in silence, eyes glued to the shark attacks, and desperately trying not to look at Sam. Once she was done with her dessert, she went to the kitchen to put the fork in the sink, and downed the rest of her beer before tossing the handful of stuff in the trash.

Sam just inhaled the rest of her pasta, swallowed the fig tart in almost one bite, and downed her beer on the couch, and just threw the stuff to a side, nowhere near a trashcan.

"Yeah... I definitely believe your mom is the slob, Sam..."

"Oh please... I will throw it away later. Watching these stupid people get eaten by a shark is too much for me to turn away," Sam didn't want to admit the truth- that if she came in contact with Jade again, she might be dr*nk enough to do something stupid.

"I'll take it," Jade said reaching over the couch, and in a move to hand her the box, Sam shifted and Jade's hand came in direct contact with Sam's left breast. Both instantly pulled back and Jade grabbed the box and Sam's bottle and threw it in the garbage can. She stood in the kitchen afraid of how she would face Sam after that embarrassment. "I think I'm going to get a ride home..."

"Oh... ok. You could take the bus if you want... I think it should be running in about 20 minutes."

"Oh, ok... I think I will see if Freddie will come get me, and I'll go back to the Bushwell with him. Apparently, Cat and Carly are having a sl*epover. Maybe I'll join them."

She began to text Freddie.

"I don't think you want an invite to that party. They aren't really the pillow fighting and hair braiding type."

"Oh I know... I've had 'sl*epovers' with Cat before," Jade didn't want to give away the fact that the three of them plus Freddie had an insane night together at the camp.

"Ah… so my original thought about you was right… hmmm..."

"And what thought was that?"

"Oh, I just remember seeing you and going, 'I bet she's a doses dyke'."

"Wow... I'm not nearly as offended as I should be. Cat and I are just friends that are close. You've never... with a girl before?"

"Well, I mean, if were being honest, the same night I was with Freddie for the first time, Carly and I later hooked up, and again in a bathroom the next day. It was a really weird phase."

"Yeah, I could see that. Carly is good at what she does..." Jade caught herself just in time. "...at least, from what Cat tells me."

Sam gave her a very intense and questioning look before shaking the idea off. "So we are both closet lesbians… go figure."

"Yeah..." both were doing their best to avoid talking about the kiss or the boob touch, but weirdly it was all that each of them could really focus on. Maybe all this Freddie thought has gotten to my mind, Jade thought. I just am moving my sexual frustrations to the nearest person. Just like I did with Cat.

"So what time is Fredward picking you up? I don't know if I really want to be around when he gets here."

"Not sure. Waiting for him to respond." Jade got up off the couch and went to a nearby window to look outside, and Sam followed her, attempting to look out, but once she got close, she couldn't help but smell how good Jade smelled.

As soon as Jade heard Sam inhaling, she spun around and attempted to speak, before being pushed against the counter and kissed. Jade's eyes were wide as she tasted the beer and bacon mixing in Sam's mouth, and as tough as the girl appeared to be, she couldn't help but see how vulnerable and soft Sam really was, actually getting a look at the real Samantha Puckett. She didn't hate what she saw, for sure.

Sam didn't feel much returned affection at first, which made her think she'd made a mistake here. That definitely changed when she felt Jade's hands wrap around her midsection and settle on her ass, followed by Jade's tongue slipping into her mouth.

Neither girl knew what was overtaking them, but as their bodies seemed to melt into one another, neither was really fighting the feeling. Finally, Jade broke away for a split second.

"What are we doing, Sam?"

"Fuck if I know... Shut up and let's go to the couch."

Jade didn't argue and stayed right within Sam's grasp as they stumbled over to the couch, refusing to stop making out. Once they were there Sam pushed Jade onto the couch and climbed on top of her, their bodies pressed tightly together, both overtaken by directionless lust.

* * *

Freddie sat at his desk, annoyed by a number of things. His mother was seriously on his case, but luckily she was heading out the door for work soon. He was annoyed at the stupid doctor telling him that it would be another two months before the cast could come off, well into the school year. And he was seriously annoyed that Jade had blown off having dinner with him to do something she only described as 'important'.

He pulled out his summer reading list, and crossed off two more books after getting an overall summary from Pear-pedia about each. At least I'll get to see Jade before she leaves tomorrow, he thought, looking over at his unkempt bed, where he hoped Jade would be sl*eping tonight.

He was still feeling torn about his feelings with Jade. Seemed kind of like a dead end to pursue a relationship with her at this point. Sam seemed like the obvious choice, but there was just something about the Goth teen he just never wanted to let go of.

His phone began to buzz, and he leapt to grab it from his bedside, and was especially excited to see it was a text from Jade.

-Can you come over to Sam's and get me. Things are kind' awkward and intense. Love you.

What the hell is she doing with Sam, he thought. A slideshow of possible outcomes of the two of them hanging out flashed through his mind, most of which dealing with vi*lence and vinous cat fights. As hot as that might be in theory, Freddie just knew there were definitely going to be some fireworks. He just had no idea what he was in for, as he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed towards the bus stop.

* * *

Spencer wasn't really sure where Kenzie wanted this night to go. Far be it for him to decide how she wanted to end the evening, but he had to admit to himself that he was having a pretty damn good time. Kenzie was clearly a talented woman who focused on many desires all at once. Spencer knew this relationship wasn't something he wanted to prolong and he certainly didn't want to string her about, but the anticipation of this night was too good to pass up. He couldn't explain it though.

The evening started off fairly normal with dinner and drinks. He could have done without the oysters Kenzie insisted on ordering, but she had a way of convincing him into doing things he wouldn't normally do. The last time they had been together had probably been the dr*nkest night of his life, and the time before that the best sex Spencer had ever had and the intensity of that moment was something he wasn't soon to forget. Looking around her place Spencer realized her apartment was something you'd find in a cheap romance novel. The woman had so much color in the room it looked like a box of crayons gangbanged her walls. There was no real flow to the space. Kenzie had clothes everywhere, art hanging on the walls or stacked messily on the floor. He couldn't even locate her kitchen which was something Spencer should have expected because Kenzie didn't seem like the cooking type. If she had an oven she probably used it for storage.

The couch he was on was very plush and made of a deep lavender leather which had an "old age" odor. Spencer wrinkled his nose a bit in disgust and was glad when Kenzie came over and started to unbutton his shirt. She leaned in close enough for him to kiss each of her enormous tits, but he resisted, eager to see what she was up to. The last time they slept together she was aggressive and demanding, which he found hot but this time it appeared she was in the mood to go slow, very slow by the way his buttons were coming undone.

Kenzie pulled Spencer's shirt off slowly and bunched it up into a ball and tossed it over her shoulder. Spencer made a mental note of where it fell in case he had to make a quick exit and while he was distracted, Kenzie had materialized a silk leopard print blind fold and was quickly tying it around his head forcing him into a false darkness. Soft music came on in the background and he could hear Kenzie moving about the room. He heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing, bags rustling, the refrigerator door slamming shut and he could be wrong but the soft clanging of chains being set down on a hard surface was also heard.

That can't be right Spencer thought to himself. After a few minutes of waiting he was starting to get nervous and began running a list of possible scenarios in his head. It was a few more minutes before Kenzie came over and took Spencer's hands which he had folded across his chest. Finally on his feet, and not sunk into the smelly couch, Spencer felt soft kisses on his skin. They started along his jawline and moved down the side of his neck. He could hear the soft giggles from Kenzie caused by his soft five o'clock shadow. And Spencer tried to guess where she would kiss him next.

Spencer liked the feeling of her soft brown and blonde locks touching him as her kisses moved down his chest before stopping at the soft skin of his stomach right above his belt. Spencer could tell that Kenzie had changed out of her mini dress and pumps and had slipped on something silk and very soft. Kenzie started taking off his belt aggressively, pulling it hard to release it from his pants. Spencer had to adjust his balance in order to maintain his footing. She ran her nails along his skin, raking them across his belly and testing his hip bones with her teeth as she pulled down his jeans and left them around his ankles, which he had to admit felt fantastic.

Kenzie looked up at Spencer's face while she was knelt down in front him. His jeans were around his ankles and his bright smiley-faced yellow and black boxers made Kenzie laugh out loud. Pulling them down caused Spencer's semi-hard cock to spring forward into her face. She had to admit she was surprised at how gorgeous his cock really was. It was the perfect length to maximize her needs and she was really looking forward to unleashing Spencer's artistic side tonight. She set up a table in her bedroom and put every toy, vibrator, bondage piece, gag, blindfold, a set of furry handcuffs she had on her dresser. And to satisfy his sweet tooth she threw in some chocolate syrup and whipped cream.

Content with her spread she went over to fetch Spencer. Once his pants were off and she was properly knelt in front of his exposed cock she reached up and took it in her fist, squeezing gently. Starting a steady rhythm she began to stroke him quickly. Her fingers moved against his skin roughly, her body moved nearer to his and Spencer moaned, arching his back. She took him into her mouth, pressing his length against her tongue and to the back of her throat.

Slow. Yeah right, he thought, feeling his erection slide into her warm mouth.

Spencer went for her out of instinct, suddenly craving what she seemed to be offering up to him on a silver platter, but she stopped him. Kenzie took her tongue and swirled it around the head of his erection a few times, bobbing her head. A few more moans out of Spencer and Kenzie was rising to her feet. She pressed him towards her bedroom guiding him gently backwards with her palms on his shoulders. It wasn't an easy task for him considering his pants were still around his ankles and his erection brushed against the soft fabric of her robe.

"Unlike last time, this time is for you," she whispered, kissing his lips ever so softly.

With a pathetic groan of impatience Spencer lurched for her again. Except she didn't let him get anywhere near her body. Instead, she untied the blindfold. Spencer gasped when he saw the sex "spread" Kenzie created on the top of her dresser. There were kinky toys and furry things he had only heard about.

"Relax Spencer. I'm letting you be in control."

Spencer could only stare at her in disbelief and breathless anticipation. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, I want you to make my body into your own personal piece of art and then I want you to do me," she whispered.

Spencer didn't really knew what to expect from all this. He assumed she had a screw loose, but then he took a look at the equipment she had at his disposal and his inner pervert suddenly knew exactly what to do with her.

He wasted no time in closing the gap between them. In a smooth rush, his tongue entered her mouth and he was finally able to penetrate her. His whole body went stiff and after a few moments of thrusting his tongue into her and possessing her Spencer left her mouth and moved down her body. Her robe was open to her waist, the swells of her breasts showing. Kenzie yanked the lapels apart and in the silence she met his stare. Seconds later he was staring at her pink nipples, lust all over his face as he pressed it between the soft flesh orbs. Kenzie ran her nails through his hair as he nuzzled her.

"I want to kiss you here," he said as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. "All right?"

She nodded and licked her lips. "I'm all yours doll," she gasped.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Either that or do it harder."

"How about I do it a little more?"

"Yes, please. A little... more."

He worked her with his tongue and mouth, playing with her nipple, driving her until her knees started to go weak. Kenzie let him take her hand and lead her over to the bed. Once she was standing near it, he shut and locked the door behind them. No interruptions. Then he pulled the sash off the robe she was wearing and stripped the silk from her shoulders, letting it fall into a pool around her toes. Spencer stroked her long, silky hair and took a deep breath.

"Spencer?" her voice was erotic in the quiet of the room.

At some point the music stopped playing and Spencer realised if he let her keep talking he would most likely chicken out and disappoint her. He pressed her into a sitting position on the edge of her bed. Sliding his hands up her smooth thighs he warmed her skin with his. Pushing her knees apart he spread Kenzie's legs wide. Going over to the dresser he collected a small pair of scissors and returned to her core. Snipping off her black underwear he left her bare. The scent of her wafted up into his nostrils and with a pathetic groan Spencer slipped one finger inside of her. Tight, wet, hot, she enveloped his finger. He began to move in and out in a slow, pumping rhythm, he could tell she wasn't going to last long.

Slowly leaving Earth, Kenzie realized it was the first time anyone had ever taken such care to pleasure her. She wanted to weep that he would make her feel this way.

"Stay just where you are," he said to her.

She settled into her position on the bed, relaxing completely as he slipped his finger from her heat. Kenzie watched him walk back to the dresser and exchange the scissors for a black leather corset with red trim. It came with a matching riding crop that she couldn't wait to have struck against her backside. Holding her breasts up she let Spencer tie the corset around her middle. She filled it out quite nicely she thought to herself, but the look of lust on his face satisfied her growing hunger for him. I can wait, she thought to herself.

The riding crop came next. Kenzie got off the bed and turned around. Her hands landed squarely on the mattress, her ass bent right at his waist. Spencer hissed as he stepped up to her body, his sexual needs cutting through his creativity. The riding crop came down hard. Kenzie screamed out in surprise and balled the comforter in her fists. Game over, he thought, watching a red mark form on her left cheek.

"Don't stop. You want me," she said. "And I want you to take me."

He rubbed his cock against the soft flesh at the back of her legs. He swung the crop down again before thrusting his hips forward and grinding himself against her. Her moan of satisfaction cranked him even higher. Kenzie loved the little bursts of pain she felt because they meant she was as hungry for it as he was.

Another smack of the crop on her ass caused her to bite her lower lip and groan in excitement. Spencer had her turned over and under him in a smooth flash of movement and vicious impatience. There would be time to savor her body later. Now was all about raw sex.

Spencer honestly didn't know he had it in him. He thought this would be a quick thing and he wouldn't get attached. This woman was something unexpected. She was messy, dressed like she had nothing to hide and liked him. She just wasn't what he wanted, but his body was telling him something else. He was going to fill this woman completely and it wasn't going to be gentle. Part of him wanted to walk away and keep things uncomplicated, but looking down at her body and smelling her scent was too overwhelming. Enough thinking damnit, he thought.

While he worked her breasts out of the corset with his mouth. Her hands moved roughly over the flesh of his back as he linked his forearm behind one of her knees, stretching her leg up, and plunging himself into her body. He heard her gasp at his powerful entry, and her sticky slick heat grabbed onto him. With an awesome surge of energy he propped himself up on his arms and pounded into her, taking her hard, drilling her. He bed's headboard banging against the wall to the beat of his thrusts. Kenzie grabbed onto his straining wrists, trying to hold herself in place.

She had never had this happen before. It was like a caged anim*l was loose and she was powerless to stop him. Kenzie didn't really know Spencer all that well and she knew he wasn't in it for commitment, but she was seriously surprised at how great she felt as he fucked her. Drenched in sweat and her head spinning she took it willingly and her body demanded more. She was too far gone to try and hold herself in place so she f*rced her other leg up and to the side, positioning it on his hip but she couldn't get the angle right. Trapped under his weight and strength she dropped her leg and held on for dear life, getting lost in the sensation of his hard thrusts that penetrated her deeply.

Spencer pulled out of her. Her core made a soft popping sound as he left her body. He grabbed her waist and turned her over on her stomach. Taking her hips he lifted her ass up to his slick erection and reaching out. He grabbed her shoulders, pulled her body back and pushed into her deeply. He picked up the crop again and flung it down onto the soft curve of her ass. Spencer began to fuck her from behind in a quick rhythm continuing to smack her ass with the crop between thrusts. He was gearing up for an explosion. He thought about how much he wanted to come all over her body as he watched her breasts sway with their movements. He came violently, filling her up and pumping into her, his orgasm going on and on until Spencer realized she was coming right along with him.

It was the most perfect orgasm she had ever known. She was so completely full of his juices that she felt them begin to run down her inner thighs. She was a stretched, swollen and sweaty mess when he finally pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. She didn't even bother getting up to clean herself, she just curled up next to him.

Spencer ran his hand across her huge tits as he felt his erection subside slowly. She was so wet when she came he couldn't stop unloading into her. The sight of her swollen ass was an overwhelming combination when mixed with her swaying tits and the sound of their bodies smacking together. His cock twitched a little when he thought about it.

Kenzie sighed when Spencer touched her. She took his hand and brought it up to her lips, sucking the finger he had slid into her. They both fell asl*ep a tangled spent mess.

* * *

In a matter of minutes Jade's jacket, and both of her's and Sam's pants were in a pile next to the couch. Neither could really tell what was going on, and to be honest, neither wanted to even think about it. An hour ago, they were about to rip each other's faces off, and now they were just ripping at each other's clothes.

Despite their very different lifestyles and activities, as their bodies intertwined, the pale skin of their bare legs melting into the other. Jade was on bottom, her hands gripping tightly to Sam's ass, pressing their mid-sections together, Sam's hands were tangled in Jade's hair, the colored strips and their jet black background tightly held between Sam's surprisingly delicate fingers. Their lips were tightly pressed together, tongues deep in each other's mouth. Jade wasn't sure what possessed her to make out with who should, for all intents and purposes, be her absolute enemy, but as she felt the intense heat and then Sam's soft skin, she couldn't help but enjoy herself.

Sam felt something very similar; she had so much sexual tension from all the Freddie talk, and how her mind had been stuck on that nub of a human being. Now here she was, rubbing her thighs against Jade's, feeling the wetness that she must also have at this point. Sam's mind was cleared completely when Jade shifted so that their most intimate of areas, separated only by thin sheets of cotton and lace, were now pressing tightly against each other's, any more friction and there could have been smoke coming from crotches.

Several deep kisses later, and Jade flipped their bodies so that she was now on top, their lips never losing contact. Jade broke contact from Sam's lips, but slid her mouth down the side of Sam's face, until she reached her destination: the aggressive blonde's vulnerable neck. Sam couldn't believe how anim*listic this was becoming, and as she felt Jade's incisors sc**** against her jugular. On instinct, Sam's hands reached up and pull Jade's hair, both girls experiencing more pain than pleasure at this point, but neither seemed to care.

They began to shout and growl at each other, again feeling like anim*ls in heat, but at the same time, anim*ls that were vying for territory. Had they not been so focused on one another, they might have heard the shallow knocking on the front door, and the slow creak of the door as someone entered.

The girls began to feel an intense aching in each of their cores, and after practically scissoring each other between aggressive kisses, both began to feel an orgasm building. They released their mouths and holds on each other enough to moan into each other's mouths until they finally experienced a coordinated release, the afterglow taking over, punctuated with short sighs.

"So, when you sad things were awkward, you weren't k*dding."

The girls jumped at the sound of the voice, and saw Freddie propped up on a side wall.

"FREDDIE!