*ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN*
- Part 2 -
'could Freddie be in love with Sam?' or 'could Carly be falling for her best friend?'
Later that night, Mrs Benson knocked on Freddie's door, to see if he would eat some disgusting food she painstakingly prepared for dinner.
"Oh Freeeeediiiekins!"
"Go away mom."
She entered his room anyway, and quite annoyingly, came right over to where he was sitting, on his computer.
"You know, I've always disliked that girl."
"She's not bad, mom. Just… difficult."
Mrs Benson glanced around her son's room. He'd always kept it clean and tidy, and she'd never had to nag him about either. Freddie was definitely a good kid. He wasn't a child anymore, much to her disappointment. He was a man now, and he had a job.
Freddie loved Sam. Mrs Benson knew he did, however, whenever she brought it up, he'd brush it off like it was no big deal. Then, there was the issue of his date tonight. This girl was annoying. She had a laugh like a hyena and her hair was orange. The absolute horror – thought Mrs Benson.
"Why don't you cancel your date tonight?"
"Mom, I like Tracy. She's a great girl, with…. Really great… teeth."
Mrs Benson raised her eyebrows and Freddie frowned.
He knew exactly what his mom was doing, and it wasn't going to work! It was impossible to please her, that's for sure. Likewise with Mrs Benson, she felt that every time she tried to talk to her son, he'd push it away. It was impossible to please him, that's for sure.
"No one's going to dislike you if you change your mind, love."
Freddie sighed.
He'd changed his mind about a thousand times over. His ideas according to dating and love just didn't work.
"Thanks for your support, mom."
"You're welcome. Now come and eat! The spinach is getting cold!"
The young man smiled and remembered how much fuss he used to make when she'd say that. But now, food was food and he'd eat pretty much anything that was offered to him.
MEANWHILE AT SAM'S HOUSE...
"I cannot believe you're such a bitch!" Wendy screeched through the receiver. "You KNOW he totally loves you!"
Wendy had the habit of knowing everyone and everything and gossiping to anybody who had ears. Also, she overused the word 'love' way too much.
"Fredward's stupid."
That was lame for a Sam-comeback. But she just wasn't in the right mindset to think of anything good, or mean.
"Freddie's just an idiot, Wendy. I've always thought that. Even having sex with him was boring."
Understatement.
"Ohh Freddie! Oh God! You're fucking amazing! I'm gonna… oh shit! Ahhhhh!"
The girl shook the thought from her mind as quickly as it had popped in there. Freddie WAS an idiot and he was going on a date with some other girl. Perhaps she was blind… and deaf. This was Sam's reasoning behind it all.
Maybe this young woman was going out with Freddie because she felt sorry for him. That would be the most likely reason.
"Take off those boxers, I want to touch you… Sam, you're a very sexy woman… Never forget that…"
Or not. This girl, whoever she could have been, couldn't have been entirely stupid...
"EARTH TO SAMANTHA!" Wendy's voice yelled out, still over the phone.
"Huh? Sorry Wendy. I blanked."
"I'll say! Hey, let's catch up for coffee tomorrow, okay? I gotta go do some stuff for work! Bye sweetie!"
Before Sam could reply, the phone hung up and she was left lying on the couch, with her hand in her pants. She had no idea when she started fingering herself, but it felt so good. Sam closed her eyes and slid her shorts down to her ankles, as well as her underwear and started rubbing the outside lips of her pussy.
Freddie's goofy grin and face appeared into her thoughts as she rubbed herself faster and harder.
"Oh Fredward… Yes! Mmm, Carly… faster…"
Carly?
Sam imagined that other night she and Carly had spent alone time on the couch and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Her fingers rubbed faster still, until she couldn't do it anymore, because she'd lost control.
"AAARGH! Oh fuck!"
The girl lay where she was and couldn't help but wish someone was here to have sex with. She picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Sam, I know it's kind of late… but… can you come over now?"
MEANWHILE, IN CARLY'S BATHROOM...
Carly was in the bath, masturbating and thinking of all the dirty things Sam had done to her. The weirdest thing was that she liked it. No, she LOVED it. She wanted to repeat it all.
That blonde woman was fucking amazing in bed. That woman happened to be her best friend.
"Ooh, Sammy…" she moaned.
As she fingered herself a bit more, the water lapped around her. She imagined Sam being in there with her, grinding her wet, tight pussy with hers… and gasping because she was breathless.
"Ahhhh!"
There was a knock on her bathroom door.
"Carly, are you okay in there?"
The whole mirage of Sam vanished and the girl sat bolt upright, splashing bath water everywhere. Of course Spencer would happen to hear her fucking herself in the bath! Her face went bright red. This was the worst possible scenario she could ever think of being caught in.
"I-I'm fine Spence! What are you doing in my room?"
"Listening to you getting in on by yourself," he called back and laughed.
This made the girl's blush deepen. The door suddenly opened, Carly shrieked and grabbed a towel to cover her naked self.
"Get out!"
"Sorry Carly," Spencer replied hastily, hurrying out the same way he had come in.
As soon as her older brother had left her, to her own humiliation and rather sexual state of mind, her hands slid up her own thighs and she felt goosebumps as she touched her own pussy again. This time, her legs were hooked over the tub and she pumped her own fingers even further that she'd ever thought possible - by herself.
Sam had explored every inch, the other night...
"Uhhmmm, Sam..."
"You taste so good, Carly. Mmm... Let me fuck you tonight..."
Her breath had become ragged by the mere thought of her best friend jumping her bones right then and there. Carly was sweating and keeping her eyes shut.
"Come and get me... I know you want to..."
Carly wanted Sam. She picked up her cell phone and sent a quick message.
