A.N. This is the story of Freddie and Carly. It is not a happy story. Everyone in it gets hurt. The moral is not a cheerful one to describe. Nevertheless, it is a real story.
Prelude...
Carly Shay was a virgin. Although there were several reasons that she knew, no one else really understood her choice. Spencer was quite happy about this because he knew how boys could be, Sam was... confused. She did not understand why her friend's sex drive was not getting her from 'V' to 100 in twenty seconds. Freddie... he knew though. He understood her, though he could never tell her.
Carly was hot. She had been dancing with Sam for ten minutes now, and thin blotches of sweat turned her white shirt see-through.
The girls panted, out of breath.
"Carly... we have to get better at this if you're going to get yourself a man!"
The brunette shook her hair loose, "Look, I want a boyfriend, but... not this is hard!"
The next song was a rap about how to "get hos to drop low, and suck some mo' til the back of they's throat do' na wo' rk no mo'." The girls began to dance. Sam insisted that their random dancing was not attractive. The sway of their hips matched in perfect time as they got closer and closer, crushing one another's breasts...
"Carls... you're killing it!" Panted Sam.
They finished out the song, and both girls collasped on the bed, "This isn't working!" Pouted Carly.
"It's not a relationship, Carly! What, did you think some datable guy would just walk in?!"
Freddie burst in angrily.
"Freddie doesn't count," Sam sneered and walked out.
"Where have you two been?" He demanded. Carly was looking... ravenous. The boy ignored that and started up again, "Look... I'm not trying to start a fight bu-"
"You were watching," Carly's sultry hiss penetrated his brain. She slinked up to him, "And we did all those naughty things..."
Freddie swallowed, "Listen... I'm not trying to... I mean, I'm your buddy... remember?"
Carly pushed her hand on his chest, toppling him to her bed. It was funny in a way. Freddie was stronger than her now, but she knew how to use her body in a whole new way, "Sam is watching us you know..."
A tongue tickled his ear. Freddie kept his arms at his sides, trying to ignore the situation. Her shirt was hinting at something he very, very much wanted to see.
She straddled him aggressively. He looked on in wonder as she began to grind him. Carly was more experimental than passionate, she wanted to know what this was growing inside her, this passion...!
His hands were pushing up her shirt. She allowed it continuing to feel the smoothness of his hands. She moaned when they found the outside of her cups.
"Freddie, Freddie... Freddie..." Carly hissed his name over and over. She pulled her skirt up very slowly until-
Two surprisingly strong arms stopped her, "Wait."
Freddie got up, his head clear, "I want you, almost more than anything, but I want all of you." She pouted at him, he continued, "I need... more. You're using me, and it feels good, but it isn't enough."
"You can use me too," She whimpered. He kissed her.
"For now, this is enough..."
Running his fingers through her hair, he came away with a ribbon. Freddie decided to keep it as a momento.
He did not know he would not see Carly for the next three months.