Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks again for choosing my story, and I hope that this short installment is appreciated, despite its length. Everything has a purpose, of course.
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to iCarly and receive no profit from this work. This story is strictly for entertainment purposes.
I push Wendy up against the wall. We're panting together, ready to begin making love. My thick length is pressing firm against Wendy's thigh through my skinny jeans. My girlfriend blushes as we stare into each other's eyes. Wendy's eyes drop down to the bulge in my jeans and she bites her bottom lip. She starts to unbutton my jeans slowly. I watch in anticipation, licking my lips and feeling myself throb within the prison of clothing, yearning to be freed.
I wake up with a start and it's still dark in the room. It was all a dream. My forehead is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, causing my skin to feel cool in the night air. My mind is racing. That dream... what the hell was that all about? I reach out beside me and press the center key of my phone, causing the screen to light up. It's a little after three in the morning, but thank goodness it's Saturday. I take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair.
Wendy stretches beside me before yawning a little and sitting up next to me. Her sleepy eyes take in my expression and her face becomes concerned. "Are you okay, Sam?" She touches a hand to the place where my shoulder and my neck converge, thumb pressing in gently. "You look unsettled."
I smile a little and use my palm to wipe sweat off of my forehead. "Yeah, just a bad dream, is all."
Wendy sighs and leans in to kiss my temple as I lie back down, prompting her to do the same. "If it isn't me, it's you," she murmurs, cuddling against me and intertwining her legs with mine.
I smile at her closeness, welcoming her warm body as I close my eyes and drift back to sleep.
Uh-oh! It looks like things are getting a little freaky for Sam. I wonder what will happen next! Review, because... well, just do it!