Welcome to my new crossover. Instead of being a fic, each chapter is a stand alone one-shot from 'iCarly', 'VicTORious and' 'Sam & Cat'. Each one will have student/teacher connections, starting with Carly and Sam, the next will be Sam and Cat, and ending with Tori and Jade.
I'll add a summary about each one-shot before it begins to give everyone a quick background/heads up for each of them.
Some may eventually become an 'M' rating, so I marked it as such to be safe. But they all will be at least a 'T' rating for language and content.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'iCarly', 'VicTORious', or 'Sam & Cat'. I also don't own the characters or places mentioned.
Summary: Carly Shay is one of the most popular girls in Ridgeway High School. Her best friends Freddie Benson and Wendy (I don't know her last name, if one was ever mentioned in the show) in almost every class she has. Samantha Puckett is the new phys ed teacher for the girls. Throughout her senior year, Carly has slowly started developing a crush on the busty blonde teacher. A few weeks before graduation, shortly after Carly turned eighteen, things take a turn.
In here, I make it seem like Sam covers both male and female students. She doesn't. She shares the gym with the male gym teacher, and sees the male students as much as her own. When she marks down something about one of the male students, it's not because she supposed to. It's more out of just noting it, I guess I could put it. Sorry if it doesn't make any sense.
No POV
"You really need to stop staring at Coach Puckett's boobs when she jogs beside us before we start the lesson for the day." Wendy, a girl with natural red hair and a petite frame, tells her best friend Carly as they head into the locker room to shower and change before class ends.
"I can't help it." Carly says with a blush, her brunette hair, in a ponytail with some curls at the bottom, swishing around as she checks to make sure no one heard Wendy's comment. "They're so big and she rarely wears a bra. Anyone would stare." She defends herself, stripping off her sweaty shirt and gym shorts, leaving her in boy short panties and a sports bra, as she grabs her towel, body wash, and shampoo/conditioner to take a shower before school ends, thankful that gym is the last class of the day.
"Not even Freddie stares as much as you do. And he's a horny perv." Wendy says, laughing, as she removes her gym clothes and grabs her shower stuff, not minding that she 'forgot' her bra, leaving her only in her bikini cut panties.
"I think 'horny' and 'perv' are basically the same thing." Carly says, heading for one of the shower stalls, with a laugh at Wendy's comment. "And don't you like Freddie? I mean, I heard you moaning his name in your sleep last night." She jokes, mentioning their sleepover the night before when Wendy crashed at the Shay apartment after working on a project.
"Who says I was asleep?" Wendy says, walking into a stall of her own and kicking off her panties before closing the curtain.
"And you say I'm bad." Carly says with a laugh, removing her sports bra and panties after closing the curtain, setting the undergarments outside by her towel.
As the girls shower, Coach Puckett heads into her office, kicking the door closed behind her. "I swear, if that Benson kid doesn't stop asking for some 'private work out sessions', I'm failing his ass." The blonde coach says as she leans back against her chair. "Fuck, they keep it hot in here." She says, removing her tight shirt, revealing her bare breasts, and relaxes. Fearing a student walking in, she gets up and locks the door, not wanting to risk any of her students to see her bare chest.
Taking out her grade sheet, she marks down which students didn't wear proper clothing (an annoying kid named Gibby never wears a shirt. Except during swimming) and which went through lack lusterly. Getting to Freddie's name on the roster list (she has a copy of the male students as well for when they get too close or handsy with her female students), she notes how he stared at her again, and how he tried to sneak into the girl's locker room before and after class. Again.
After making notes on the male students that she thinks deserve it, she goes over her roster list, not realizing the air conditioner kicked on until after she feels her nipples harden from the cold. When she gets to Carly Shay, she hides a smirk as she remembers who the younger girl seems entranced by the twenty-six year old's breasts. "Too bad she's a student." Says the secretly bi-sexual teacher, marking how Carly dressed in the appropriate clothes and tried her best, even though she couldn't return the ball in volleyball too often (she knows it's because she sat in the brunette's line of sight and had her arms crossed under her chest, pushing the large C cup breasts out) and could barely keep up during the pre-class jog towards the end. (She secretly suspects it's because she remained in front of the brunette and her friend towards the end of the jogging and went at a slightly slower pace to make sure no one in the back tried slacking or anything.)
"Coach Puckett?" Sam jumps when she hears three knocks on her locked door and the voice of the afore mentioned brunette behind it.
"Give me a moment." Sam says, pulling her shirt back on before making her way to the door. Unlocking it, she opens it and stares at the now dressed brunette before her. "What do you need, Miss Shay?" She asks, noting how Carly must not have fully dried off after her shower, as the water soaked grey shirt presses against the student's smaller chest, dangerously close to her nipples. (She can tell they're hard. The bumps are easy to see on the girl's chest through her somewhat thin shirt.)
"I was wondering if I'd be able to do some extra credit. I know my grade has been slipping a bit, and I want at least a B in this class before graduation next month." Carly asks, eyes on the nipples trying to poke through the gym teacher's shirt.
"Now? Don't you want to head home and relax? It's a nice day today. Why waste it getting a better grade when you don't need it?" Sam asks, raising an eyebrow at the brunette as the other girls pile out of the locker room to wait for the bell to ring.
"Well, I don't have any homework, so I figured why not?" Carly asks, slightly nervous, as her eyes refuse to leave Coach Puckett's chest. 'What was she doing in there, her door locked, that has her nipples so hard?' She asks herself, clearing her throat.
"Uh. Okay. Sure, why not?" Sam says, shrugging her shoulders, not hearing the brunette gasp at the way her breasts jiggled slightly by the movement. "You can help by cleaning up the volleyballs and putting them in the cart. After that, push the cart into the supply closet. I'll get started on taking the nets down." She says, leaving her office after Carly steps aside and closes the door behind her.
Making their way into the large gym, the two women start their jobs, Carly quickly tossing the volleyballs into the cart as Sam starts untying the volleyball nets from the poles while secretly watching Carly toss the balls across the gym, making them into the netted cart easily from up to twenty plus feet away. 'Damn. Maybe I should stay out of her line of sight from now on? She's good, and her ass looks pretty good when she does those jump shots.' The blonde thinks, shaking her head clear of the thoughts about her student.
As Carly finishes putting the volleyballs in the basket, the bell rings, signaling the other students to leave the school and head out for their Friday plans. "I forgot how eager most kids are to leave school on a Friday." Sam notes, rolling the net up after taking it down from both poles.
"It wasn't' that long you were a student. You're what, twenty-one?" Carly asks, wheeling the cart to the supply closet beside Sam's office.
"Twenty-six, actually." Sam calls out after wrapping up the net and heading for the second, and final, of the volleyball nets. "And since you're done playing with the balls, you can take care of the rods." She says, not realizing how what she said could be misinterpreted.
"Excuse me?" Carly says, turning around and staring at her gym teacher, eyes wide.
"These. They need taken out of the holes and put away." Sam says, not paying attention, as she slaps the nearest pole, stuck on getting the net untied.
"Uh, coach Puckett. Maybe you should think about what you just told you student." Carly says, watching the coach's butt jiggle in her tight shorts as the blonde struggles with the knot.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks, finally getting the knot undone and heading for the other end to get it untied.
"Well, you just told me to take care of the rods now that I'm done with the balls." Carly says nervously, blushing at repeating it.
"Oh." Sam says, stopping, as what she said clicks. "I guess saying they need taken out of the holes and put away now that they're not needed didn't help, huh?" She asks, clearing her throat as she starts untying the other end of the net.
"No. No it didn't." Carly says, not looking at her teacher now as she starts to slide the metal pole, at least two feet of it were in the hole to keep it steady, and sets the somewhat heavy pole down. 'And now I keep having the image of me plowing into you with a strap-on in my head.' She thinks to herself as she slides the second one out.
"Yeah. We should probably keep this to ourselves." Sam says, untying the second side and starting to roll up the net. "So, you didn't have to let anyone know you were staying after school for some extra credit?" She asks, changing the subject, as she rolls up the net.
"Just Wendy. But I told her I'd ask to get some extra credit and head to Spencer's class and catch a ride with him when he's done." Carly says, setting the second pole beside the first.
"The art teacher? How do you know him?" Sam asks, setting the second net beside the first and heading to take out one of the poles used for the nets.
"He's my older brother. He usually stays after school to go over everyone's projects for the day and work on a sculpture of his own." Carly says, heading for the final pole.
"This might be weird, but I used to have a crush on your brother when I was a senior here and he was starting his teaching career." Sam admits, pulling the pole out and heading to set it by the others. "Can you start closing the caps where the poles were when you're done and I'll put these away?" She asks, not looking at the girl.
"Sure. And you liked my brother?" Carly asks, pulling the final pole free.
"Yeah. For a few months. I got over it when I realized he never really noticed me. Of course, I was never a student of his. I only saw him because he subbed for a month or two my senior year." Sam says, grabbing the nets and one of the poles and carries them to the supply closet.
"Is this all you need me for?" Carly asks, dragging the pole she just freed to the supply closet behind Sam, her eyes on the blonde's plump ass.
'Nothing I can legally say.' Sam thinks, setting the pole and nets down. "Not for today. I'll give you a pass so you can get out of your class before mine early so you can help me set up tomorrow's class." She says, grabbing the pole from Carly.
"Kay." Carly says, looking away to hide the slight hurt in her eyes, hoping she'd be able to stay longer.
"Is Spencer giving you a ride?" Sam asks after everything is put away and the supply closet it closed and locked for the day.
"No. He already left." Carly says, checking her phone and seeing the text from her brother she didn't notice from earlier. "Crap. And everyone else already left." She says, pocketing her phone.
"Where do you live?" Sam asks, making sure all the doors, except for the door to the hallway and her office, are locked while the janitor takes care of the others.
"Bushwell Plaza." Carly says with a sigh, knowing it's a far walk to get home.
"I'm gonna regret this." Sam says to herself. "Come on. I'll give you a lift. I just need to change." She says, heading for her office.
"It's fine. I can walk." Carly says, staring at her teacher from behind.
"Give me a few minutes." Sam says, ignoring Carly.
Walking into her office, Sam closes the door behind her, not realizing it didn't close fully, and starts removing her gym clothes. Grabbing her change of clothes, a loose t-shirt and tight jeans, she starts to get dressed, not realizing that Carly is watching her from the partially opened door.
"Whoa." Carly whispers, watching as Sam pulls her jeans up her legs, her firm ass jiggling as she jumps to pull the tight material up her legs, her breasts shaking from the movement in her lack of bra.
"God, I hate these jeans." Sam says, finally getting them up her legs and buttoning them. "I need to start wearing something looser." She says, pulling her shirt on.
When she goes to turn around to leave, Carly quickly backs up and rests against the wall across from the office door. "You don't have to give me a ride, you know?" Carly asks, biting her lower lip at where her mind jumps. 'I wouldn't turn down a specific ride though.' She automatically thinks, her mind showing her a brief image of Carly lying on her back, a strap-on strapped to her hips, and Sam riding the toy, both women moaning in pleasure.
"I kept you after school, and I live around there." Sam says, not knowing about Carly's little voyeuristic tendencies. "Let's go." She says, heading towards the door that lead out back where they go and jog to stretch out and get ready for class.
"Isn't this kinda against the teacher's code or something?" Carly asks, following Sam to her blue Ford Mustang.
"Well, you're graduating in a bit, and I'm heading to L.A. after graduation to teach at some performing arts school, so not really. Not that it'd stop me. It's not like I'm taking advantage of you or something." Sam says, unlocking her car door with her key, the Mustang a late sixties model and she didn't feel right making it more up to date by adding anything you'd see in a car nowadays.
"What if I wanted you to?" Carly asks, not realizing it wasn't in her head like she hoped.
"Excuse me?" Sam asks as she unlocks the passenger door, staring at her student.
"Huh?" Carly asks, looking at Sam. "I didn't say anything." She denies with a blush, quickly climbing into the passenger seat. 'I said that out loud?' She asks herself, eyes wide.
"Okay." Sam says slowly as she climbs in. "Whatever you say." She says, closing her car and starting her car.
Ten minutes later, Sam pulls up to the main double doors of Bushwell Plaza, putting her car in park. "Thanks for the ride." Carly says with a smile as she opens the door and undoes her seatbelt.
"Welcome." Sam says, staring at the younger brunette. "Remember, stop by my office before classes start so I can give you the pass to help me before class." She says, watching Carly climb out of her car.
"I will." Carly says, waving at Sam as she closes the door. 'Now, if Spencer isn't home, I'm going to fuck myself to you getting dressed in your office.' She thinks as she heads in, ignoring the annoying doorman who is currently using his desk as a pillow.
"I knew I forgot something." Spencer says as Carly walks in, looking away from his newest sculpture, something Carly doesn't recognize.
"It's fine." Carly says, staring at her brother. "What is that supposed to be?" She asks, staring at what looks like a human skeleton made of wrenches and other tools, lightbulbs as the eyes.
"Don't know yet. Some scary girl in my art class drew a skeleton that looked like the skin and muscle was ripped off, and it made me think…" Spencer says, starting to ramble as Carly stares at him. "And when I was at the junkyard with Socko earlier, I had to leave school so don't tell anyone, I found a huge box of tools…" He says, continuing his rant.
"I'm gonna go upstairs." Carly says, cutting off her brother.
"Kay. I'll be back in a few hours. I need to get more tools and fake blood." Spencer says, grabbing his keys and leaving.
"See you later." Carly says as Spencer leaves.
After dropping her student off at her apartment complex, Sam drives to her one-bedroom apartment and parks her car in the outdoor parking lot. After making herself something quick to eat, a ham and cheese sandwich with tomatoes, light mayo, and a little mustard, the blonde sits down in her living room and turns on the t.v., a random reality show playing. As she eats, her thoughts drift to Carly, going to an inappropriate place.
After finishing her sandwich, she has one thought. Back at the Shay apartment, Carly has the same thought as her brother leaves their apartment.
"Now, where's my vibrator?" Both Carly and Sam ask themselves, seemingly at the same time, as they make their way into their rooms to search for the toy mentioned, the blonde teacher leaving the random show in the screen.
I know this one didn't have much in the teacher/student taboo. This one was just to test the idea. The next one will be 'Sam & Cat, then 'VicTORious'. The pairings, in order, will be Cam (as in this one), Puckentine, and Jori.
Originally, for this one, I wasn't going to add Sam heading to her apartment. It was going to go from Carly telling Spencer she'll see him later to Carly and Sam asking where their vibrators were. I added Sam heading home in between as a brief explanation of sorts instead of her having the random thought it might've looked like without it.
Hope that made it less random.
I made this an 'iCarly' and 'VicTORious' because of Carly, Sam, Tori, Jade, and Cat being the characters of focus. Sorry for not having Carly as a character, even though she's in the first pairing. I could only use four, so I stuck with the two pairings I'm most familiar with, Jori and Puckentine.
Thank you for reading, and let me know if this was a good start to this. Each chapter will be its own one-shot, no connection to the others.
Blessed Be.