Sam
…..
I hate Carly.
You want to know why I hate Carly?
Cause, I'm at some junior's house party. Wearing a dress. Not just any dress, but I girly sexy dress. AKA boys, meet legs. A strapless purple dress to be exact. I look around and see people drunk, drunk dancing, or hooking up. I look over to Freddie on my right who has the same face of disbelief. We both don't want to be here. Some classmate puts drinks in our hands and walks off. We both dump our drinks into the plant. I look over to Carly in the corner who is talking to Nate while sipping a beer. Oh Carly. I swing my purse over my shoulders. I head around the mansion for a room not being used as a hot quickie room. Freddie stays close to me. I go up the stairs and down the hallway. I find a door and open it with caution. No one is inside. I throw my purse on to the bed and check the bathroom for perverts. I walk out of the bathroom to see Freddie closing the door and hanging his jacket on the doorknob. He is wearing a long blue shirt.
" Can you hand me my bag." I say walking towards him. He throws it to me. I open my purse and pull out my shirt and shorts.
" You brought clothes with you?" Freddie asks.
" Yeah. I hate this dress with passion." I reply. I put the clothes on the bathroom counter. I walk back to Freddie.
" What is it?" He asks.
" Can you unzip my dress." I say pointing to my back.
" Oh yeah." I move my hair. I feel his hand on my shoulder and the other one on my zipper. I put my hand over my chest. I heard the zipper unzipping but then it stopped with tugs following.
" Is everything okay?" I ask concerningly.
" Um, uh, my shirt has seem to…."
" Seem to what?"
" Gotten stuck on your zipper."
" What?"
" Yeah." I could tell he wasn't enjoying the situation. He started to tug again almost picking me up. I loose my balance and fall on the edge of the bed. I could feel Freddie on top of me. It wasn't the most desired positions to be in.
" Harder!" I yell.
" I'm trying!" He yells back. His hand goes on my waist.
" You don't try Benson!"
" Well, I'm trying!"
" Well you have muscle Freddie. Be a man!"
" I am a man."
" Stop complaining!"
Freddie
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I try to help Sam with one thing. One thing! And now I am in an more awkward position than I have ever before. I keep on tugging.
" I don't feel any progress Freddie." Sam says.
" Well it's really hard in this position." I say.
" Well try harder."
" A man can try oh so many times Sam." I tug one more time and my shirt rips but my hand hits the top of her head. Sam lets out a scream.
" How dare you guys!" I hear Carly scream. I turn towards the door and Carly stands there with the rest of the year behind her. I stand up and Sam also stands. I look over to Sam who holds her dress. Sam and I try to explain our selves.
" I don't want to hear it! You guys just preformed doggy style on Mr. and Mrs. Parker's bed!" Carly exclaims.
" No Carly! Freddie was helping me unzip my dress and," Sam says.
" And my shirt got caught with her zipper. We fell on the bed. Nothing happened Carly. We didn't go all doggy style." I say.
" But, but, Sam was exclaiming harder." Carly says.
" Yes, to tug harder." Sam says. The everyone behind Carly start checking out Sam.
" Go away you perverts!" I yell addressing them. The run away. Carly backs up and leaves.
" I can't believe they thought we were having anal sex." I say crossing my arms and chuckling. I look over to Sam. Her dress had fallen down on to the ground. Just wearing a black strapless bra and green tight hugging underwear.
" Um, Sam." I say.
" I know." Sam says smiling.