I decided to post this because I was suffering from Seddie overload. Despite the title, this takes place a week or so after iOMG, so forget iLost My Mind or iDate Sam and Freddie. I was going to post this as a one-shot, but if Dan can have a cliffhanger, dammit, so can I!
It was a few days after school had ended for the summer. It was that first week out of school, when you haven't quite embraced summer yet, you're just thrilled to not have to go to school today. Sam, as always, was hanging out at Carly's loft. The two of them were sitting on the couch watching Girly Cow, when Sam realized something. "Hey Carls, it's actually sunny out today. We should go up to the roof and get a tan. You need some color."
"Sure, why not? I got nothing better to do. I think you still have one of your bathing suits up in my dresser," Carly replied. Many of Sam's clothes were still in Carly's room, where she left them after she moved in when she was fighting with her mom. The blonde was too lazy to pack up, so she was taking things home as she needed them. Carly estimated that all her stuff would be gone about the time the sun became a cold, dark cinder in space. Not that she minded. Her best friend was always welcome in her room.
The two girls went to Carly's room and changed into their bathing suits, then proceeded to the roof of Bushwell Plaza. While tenants were not prohibited from coming up here, it wasn't exactly encouraged either. Then again, the words "Lewbert" and "encouraged" don't usually belong in the same sentence. They had been doing this for years, and no one complained. However, the lack of "official" encouragement generally kept others away, so the roof, as usual, was empty.
The girls laid out a large beach blanket on the hard surface of the roof, and lay on their backs. Within a few minutes, Carly could hear her blonde friend lightly snoring. Sam does like to sleep, Carly thought. She wasn't about to fall asleep herself, however. Her thoughts were still too jumbled for her to get much sleep at night, let alone during the day. It had been about a week and a half since the Lock-In at Ridgeway, and neither Sam nor Freddie was aware that Carly had seen them kiss that night. She kept telling herself that she was okay with it. Freddie and Sam were her best friends, and if they were happy together, then she would be happy for them. It was the fact that they hadn't told her – does "no secrets" ring a bell – that was making her so upset. Deep inside, though, she knew that wasn't the whole truth.
She rolled on her side facing Sam. She watched her friend's chest rise and fall. The bathing suit Sam wore was a bit on the tight side. Carly recognized it as one from a couple of years ago, but the blonde had gained a little weight since then. She wasn't fat, Carly mused, but she had rounded out quite nicely. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the suit top as she lay there, and even the bottom of the two piece was too tight. It showed off everything. Sam had a "camel toe" that was clearly visible through the suit, and for some reason, Carly couldn't take her eyes off of it, except to periodically stare at her friend's chest.
Carly wasn't above engaging in a little "self-service" now and then, particularly at night when her brother was asleep. Of late, those sessions became increasingly filled with thoughts of a certain blonde headed demon. Thoughts of kissing, and touching, and, well, other stuff. As she watched Sam sleep, she considered touching herself now, since the older girl was sound asleep, but fear of getting caught by the object of her illicit thoughts prevented her. They're just fantasies, they don't mean anything, she told herself. Sam and I have been together for a long time…
She thought about that statement. Together, what does that mean? Carly and Spencer were very close, and she most certainly loved her brother. Freddie might as well have been her brother, and she cared for him practically on-par with Spencer. Then there was her dad, in some far off top-secret location, and her granddad, a couple hours away in Yakima. They weren't here, but that didn't mean they didn't occupy a space in her heart. Even her mom, who had passed on many years ago, held a place in her heart. She realized now, though, that none of them came close to the space reserved for her blonde, meat-loving best friend. Carly and Sam were closer, even, than sisters. Sam must feel the same way, she thought, she's always saying she can't stand Melanie, but Mel is just like me. Sam loves me, but she can't deal with her own twin. That must mean something.
Carly realized that they'd been up here a while, and that Sam needed to turn over, or she was going to get sunburned. She tried to wake her friend. "Sam," she called, while shaking her gently. No response. She shook again harder, and called out a little louder, "Sam!" The other girl still wasn't responding. Carly knew what she had to do. She reached down and started to tickle the blonde along her rib cage.
Sam jumped up, "Oh, that's how you're going to play?" She pinned Carly's arms down with one hand and started to tickle her back, but the skinny brunette resisted. They got into a brief wrestling match, which ended quickly with Carly's head held between Sam's knees, as the blonde, straddling her, pinned both of her arms to the blanket.
Carly was instantly aware of how close she was to parts of Sam's anatomy that she had been admiring earlier. She was also aware of a raw, very female, scent emanating from that area. She really needs to take a shower more often, Carly thought, but the smell of Sam wasn't entirely unpleasant. She struggled, but the blonde had her hands pinned tight. "Let me go," she cried.
"Never!" Sam replied, and began running her hair along Carly's stomach, which was exposed by her two piece suit. The effect was the same as using a feather, and Carly squirmed, squealing. Sam squeezed Carly's head tighter, causing Carly's earing to dig into the side of her head. The brunette yelped. Sam immediately released some of the pressure, trying to get a different grip with her knees, and Carly was able to wiggle her head free. Without thinking, she reached up and gently nipped the first thing she came in contact with – Sam's crotch.
"Carly!" Sam yelped, but she made no move to get up, release Carly, or even reinstate her grip on Carly's head. Carly was surprised by that reaction because leaving Sam stunned wasn't something that anyone could do very often. She decided to take advantage of the situation.
"Okay, then I'll just kiss it and make it all better," she said, and proceeded to plant a small kiss on the same spot she had just bitten. This earned her a small moan from her friend, but again, Sam made no effort to move or stop the brunette. The raw, female smell she had sensed earlier was stronger now. Carly came to a snap decision, Freddie's not getting MY girl without a fight. She reached up again and this time, she ran her tongue along the length of the crease she'd been staring at earlier. This brought another, louder moan from the blonde. She repeated the action and felt Sam shudder.
Sam released her grip and moved off of Carly. "Carls, that was…" she began, but Carly wasn't listening. Totally embarrassed by her actions, she jumped up and ran to the stairwell, not stopping until she reached the 8th floor. She ran to her apartment, then up to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Oh my God, what did I just do?