There they were. Right in the middle of Carly's living room. Sam was making out with Freddie, someone who was thought she hated. As to why they are making out in Carly's living room, it's a long story.
Freddie was at Carly's place, updating iCarly. Carly herself said she would be back in half an hour because she had to pick up Spencer from somewhere unknown to him. Sam in and rudely greeted him.
"Hey Dipthong! Where's Carly?"
"She had to go get Spencer and my name's Freddie, Sam."
"I know what your name is, and it's Fredwerd."
"If you know it, why don't you use it?"
"And what would be the fun in that!?"
"Me not getting annoyed!"
"I said fun. Oh, but you wouldn't know about that, would you?" Sam took one step closer to Freddie, looking him straight in the eye.
"And what do you mean by that? I know how to have fun!" Freddie took a step away from his computer and towards Sam, mimicking her. Sam put her hands on her hips and looked at Freddie and started laughing, very hard and very loud.
"You? Have fun? Yeah right, and Carly loves you!"
"I know how to have fun!" Freddie replied, ignoring the Carly comment completely.
Sam took one step closer to Freddie and said, "Then show me."
"I don't have to prove anything, especially to you!"
"Oh, I know you don't, but I'm gonna stop poking you until you show me."
"Sam, don't!" But that didn't stop her. Sam began poking Freddie's side. She noticed Freddie's reaction and realized something.
"Are you ticklish?"
"No" Freddie answered rather quickly.
"Oh, really? Then this wouldn't really wouldn't bother you."
"What are y-" Freddie never had a chance to finish his question because Sam tackled him to the ground. As soon as they hit the floor, Sam began to tickle Freddie. Freddie couldn't help laughing.
"Sam, stop!" Freddie said in between laughs.
"Or what?" Sam asked, slightly distracting for a small moment. Freddie took this chance and flipped their position. Sam was now on the floor, with Freddie straddling her waist. Freddie took her hands and pinned them above her so she could escape. Sam stop moving, realizing there was no way out.
"This." Freddie whispered, answering her last question. Freddie's face was dangerously close to Sam's and she was sure he could here her heart beating rapidly. And for the first time tonight, and maybe ever, they really looked into each other's eyes, and nothing could distract them now. Freddie moved his lips a bit closer to Sam and she responded by simply closing the gap between herself and Freddie. Freddie's hands went to Sam's waist, causing her to moan. Freddie that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
Sam moved her hands to Freddie's chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt. Sam never noticed how muscular he had because in the past year. All Sam cared about at that moment was getting Freddie off. Sam broke off the kiss, and removed his shirt. She just stared in awe. Freddie smirked at expression. "You like?"
Sam looked into Freddie's eyes and honestly answered, "Yes, momma like."
Freddie chuckled at the comment and started to kiss Sam's neck. Sam began moaning as soon as he started. Freddie left kisses starting from her neck to her cheek and finally ending on her mouth, starting another passionate kiss. Their position flipped, once again, but they remained kissing. Sam's racked her against his bare chest, finally receiving a moan from Freddie. Sam smiled into the kiss.
She copied his action before, and began attacking his neck, kissing, sucking, and biting it. She whispered in her sexiest voice, "You're going to love this."
She commanded Freddie to stand, which he obeyed happily. Sam slowly unbuttoned Freddie's pants. Then she went onto the zipper. Once that was finished, she very slowly pulled his pants down to his feet. Sam saw the gigantic bulge in Freddie's boxers. Sam touched Freddie's member and Freddie automatically moaned. Sam went to pulled Freddie boxers down.
Sam put her hands on the waistband and the door slammed open.
Carly and a mud covered Spencer were staring, wide-eyed, at Sam and Freddie. As for Sam and Freddie, as soon as the door slammed open, their heads turned to the front door. They both began blushing heavily, realizing they were caught in the act. Sam remembered her hands were still on Freddie's boxers and she quickly removed them.
Carly and Spencer went back to outside of the door and closed it. Sam stood up and helped Freddie searched for his pants and shirt. As soon as he found them he put them on just before the door opened. Carly and Spencer their home once again, relieved to see that Sam and Freddie both had clothes on now.
"What was going on here?" Carly asked.
"Nothing!" Freddie replied quickly.
"Nope, nada!" Sam said right after Freddie finished.
"Sure," Carly said, sarcastically.
"Then what were you doing when we first walked in?" Spencer questioned.
"Well, Freddie was insisted that he had a rash on his stomach and legs and asked me to check," Sam replied, receiving a glare from Freddie.
"Okay then why were your hands on the hem of Freddie boxers?" asked Carly.
"No, they weren't!" Sam yelled.
"Yes, they were!" Spencer yelled back.
"You can't prove that!" Sam screamed.
"Me and Carly both saw!" Spencer replied.
"Are you sure Spencer?" Sam asked. Before Spencer could answer she grabbed Freddie's hand and they ran out of Carly's loft.
