"Are you ready for number eight?" Carly asked as she poured the shot.

"Yeah, but I want to do something a little different this time." Freddie took the glass from her.

"Like what?" Carly looked at him.

"Body Shots." Freddie's eyes sparkled as he said that.

"Freddie!"

"Carly, when Sam dared me to do this – you said you would help me."

"I didn't mean you could lick me!"

"It's my birthday." Freddie made his sad face.

"Humph," Carly exhaled from the side of her mouth causing the front of her hair to puff up into the air. "Fine"

"Ok, I want you to…" Freddie positioned Carly so she was leaning forward on a slight angle against the dresser. He stood behind her as Sam poured the shot on Carly's back just below her bra strap. Freddie held Carly's hips as he pressed his tongue against her lower back just above the top of her thong. With a long smooth motion, he moved his head upward, cupping his tongue just enough to catch most of the whisky that ran down her skin.

Sam stared at Freddie as his long pink tongue lapped up the last bit of alcohol from her friend's pale skin.

"What?" Carly asked when she saw Sam's expression.

"You let him lick you, gross." Sam wrinkled her nose and turned away. She didn't want to admit that watching him do that was kinda hot.

"Thanks, Freddie." Carly wiped her back with the palm of her hand. Freddie took a washcloth from his shower caddie and ran it over the spot where he licked her.

Sam sat on the bed, beer in hand watching them. If I knew he had a tongue like that, I might have Frenched him that time we kissed. She took a few sips of beer. Why am I thinking about making out with Freddie? Oh that's right – I'm a little drunk right now.

At exactly 8:10 pm they all heard the familiar ring tone:

I'll always love my mama…

"I can't believe you still have that on your phone", Carly laughed.

"Momma's Boy!" Sam teased him.

"Shhhh!" Freddie put his finger to his lips. "She thinks I'm staying in studying tonight – alone." He gave them a stern look.

Carly and Sam ran their fingers over their lips zipping them closed.

Freddie put the phone to his ear and answered.

"Hi, Mom."

"Freddie! Are you ready for your birthday countdown?"

"Sure," Freddie rolled his eyes.

Mrs. Benson began counting down…

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

"Happy Birthday My Baby Boy!"

It was 8:11 pm – the exact time he'd been born 21 years ago.

"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" She kissed him over the phone before proceeding to sing Happy Birthday in three different languages. Freddie nodded and paced around his room. Then she began discussing his birthday party that weekend. He toned her out for a minute to glance over at Carly and Sam.

Sam was holding two pieces of paper, one over each breast. Carly had a roll of clear tape and was running circles around Sam, trying to adhere the paper to her like it was a bra. The paper kept folding over, allowing brief glimpses of Sam's nipples.

Sam happened to look over at Freddie and gave him the finger while she mouthed, "You're dead Benson."

Freddie averted his gaze and took a few steps forward. With his back to them he used his peripheral vision to catch their reflection in the mirror.

Carly had caught some of Sam's hair in the mess of tape. Sam was pulling at her long locks while Carly tried to rip the tape free. Once it was done, the two slips of paper that had been covering Sam fell to the floor, leaving her breasts completely exposed. Freddie took in every detail of their round supple shape. He was so focused on Sam, he almost missed Carly bending over in her thong to pick up the papers that had fallen. Carly's ass was so small and firm. She'd been doing Pilates with some of the girls in her dorm, and it was definitely working.

His mind drifted off into one of his many, many fantasies about his two friends. First he imagined himself doing a body shot off one of Sam's breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple until it was rock hard. After that he'd tell Carly to take her thong off and he'd sink his fingers deep inside her. Then maybe he'd make Sam lick his fingers…

"FREDDIE!" His mother's voice interrupted his impure thoughts.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you," he apologized. "The connection went out for a second."

"I said," his mom shouted. "What time are you coming home tomorrow?"

"We're leaving right after lunch, so I should be home between 3 and 4pm." He replied, trying hard to clear the mental picture in his head.

"Don't eat anything on the ride home because I'm cooking you a very special birthday dinner. But I'm at work so I have to go. I love you, Freddie."

"I love you too, Mom."

He hung up the phone and looked over at the girls. They were standing there with enormous grins on their faces. The kind of smiles that made him very wary.

"What?" He asked as he tensed up in preparation for whatever was about to happen.

"Fred- die," Carly sang his name.

"Car-ly," he sang back nervously as his eyes darted between her and Sam. The blonde casually finished the last bit of beer, holding the bottle upside down for an extra second to make sure she consumed every last drop. The bottle made a clinking sound as she set it down on the desk.

"Oh Fredward," she said slowly, pausing so he could hear her crack her knuckles.

Freddie gulped loudly. Even though he was fifty pounds heavier, Sam could still kick his ass when she wanted to.

"I think it's time," Carly said to Sam.

"I think it's definitely time," Sam said to Carly.

"Time for what?" Freddie's left eyebrow raised as he prepared to defend his groin – (he'd learned the hard way you could never fully trust Sam)

"Birthday Punches!" they yelled as they rushed forward and tackled him.

Sam made contact first. With her shoulder to his midsection she wrapped her arms around his waist and knocked him into the door. Freddie grabbed Sam and slid down to the floor, taking her with him. Carly threw herself on top of Freddie and laced both her arms around one of his trying to free Sam.

There was a scuffle which involved quite a bit of wrestling and rolling around on the floor.

Finally Carly pinned Freddie to the floor by sitting on his chest with her knees on his shoulders. Freddie's movement was limited, but when he lifted his head he could see right between Carly's thighs. If he was going to get beat up, at least he had a nice view.

He saw Sam walking around them in a circle, like a predator stalking it's prey. She stopped behind Carly and let her fist connect with his stomach.

"Oooof!" Freddie groaned as his muscles tensed.

"One," she announced loudly.

"Owwww!"

"Two."

"Sam, Wait!" Freddie yelled even louder. There was no way he could handle being punched in the stomach twenty one times.

"Three." Her fist connected in his side.

"Please Sam, STOP!" Freddie begged.

"Nope," Sam replied as she hit him again. "Four."

Then suddenly Freddie figured out a way to get out of this. Carly was leaning over him so Sam had enough room to assault his midsection. He twisted his shoulders and Carly's knees slipped down to the floor. Freddie sat up quickly and the momentum knocked Carly into Sam's legs and the blonde toppled across them. The birthday boy reached over Carly and slapped Sam's ass as hard as he could.

"Freddie!" Sam growled. She pushed herself off of Carly, but as she did there was a ripping sound. One of her makeshift bra cups had torn, leaving her exposed. But Sam, being Sam was so pissed about getting spanked by a nerd, she didn't notice. Lunging over Carly, she threw herself on top of Freddie. Carly struggled to untangle herself from Sam and moved to safety.

"You think you're funny?" Sam shouted at Freddie as she pulled him to his feet using a death grip on the top of his ear.

"ow, ow, ow," Freddie repeated as he got to his feet. He barely heard was Sam was saying because he was eye-level with her nipple. And so he did what any un-gay guy would do in that situation, he pressed his mouth against her breast and kissed it.