I know it's been a little while since I posted, but SVAD and I have been working on a schedule and system so we are consistently two chapters ahead just in case something happens. Also, I know there might be a few people who might feel a little slighted the last chapter was just a dream, but fear not, as we return to the main story here. Alright, enough jibber jabber on my part...


Shay Apartment

Seattle, WA

"Finally…" Carly Shay let out a tired, but content sigh as she unlocked her door and entered her apartment. She easily fell into the old habit of coming home after a long day of school, minus, unfortunately, the fact that Sam and Freddie weren't with her on the trip. Freddie had immediately set off for his after school job, eager to build up a little nest egg before heading back to Los Angeles after graduation, and Sam constantly staying in the apartment for her online schooling.

Fortunately, as she opened the door, she was greeted by her blonde best friend lazily sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table and munching on a sandwich watching television. She brightly greeted her friend with that cheery and upbeat voice that made Carly Shay feel like a truly bright spot in the world, "Hey."

"Hmmpph…" Sam turned her attention to her friend and returned the smile, clearly happy to have her best friend back in her immediate presence, even with a mouthful of food "Ohhgayy Garls..."

"Sorry to interrupt the late lunch…" Carly plopped down next to her and answered with a tired smile, "So, how was your day?"

"Just a snack… momma had the munchies…" The dirty blonde lazily shouldered after a mighty swallow, her ever-present cocky smirk still on her face as she answered, "Nothing to complain about… Just some class time, eating and napping. I'm living the dream."

"Clearly…" The brunette smirked, a bit of liveliness sparkling in her eyes as she could see that Sam was enjoying her new form of schooling. "So, enjoying it more than going to Ridgeway?"

"Yeah. I don't have to put up with dumb teachers I had to at that shithole. They just teach it and don't bug me. I'm not yelled at to finish assignments and they don't take roll…" She paused and thought about it for a moment then added, "I legit think I'm learning more doing it on the computer than I ever did at school."

"That's… good, I guess…" The brunette raised a teasing eyebrow. "So, it was the environment?"

"Maybe. Freddie mentioned that maybe I just don't learn that way…" she whispered out, shaking her head, and keeping an eye on the television. "That maybe I'm just built to be in a classroom, eight to three, surrounded by morons, but…"

"Somehow I don't see him using the word morons…" Carly started to joke, but she heard the twinge of regret in her voice. "But what?"

"It's just…" Sam made a somewhat sour face as she answered, "… it does suck that I'm not actually with anyone else. It's just me and the computer."

"There's always Spencer. It's never a dull moment with him," the ever bubbly former webhostess remarked. "Actually… that might be a drawback…"

"Honestly… I think I'd take him half the time, but he's not around much either." Sam slightly shifted in her seat to face her best friend—a term that had become murky with Cat and Jade in her life—and replied, "He's busy with his art, his girlfriend, and he's not actually taking the class with me."

"I get that…" The brunette sympathetically nodded her head then her smile grew and she asked, "But you are learning something?"

"Oh yeah…" The blonde let out a deep sigh and shifted in her seat to look back at the television. "Yes, I am learning something. It's kind of surprising how well I'm doing for someone like me."

"I don't follow…" Carly held a smirk, but raised a challenging eyebrow. "Someone like you?"

"Don't pretend, Carls…" Sam slightly nodded her head back and forth, putting on a displeasured expression as she mumbled, "I'm not exactly the academic type… don't have all the brains for it like you and Freddie—"

"Now don't say that…" The cute brunette was quick to cut her off with a sharp tone and steely gaze, "Have I ever said you were dumb?"

"No you didn't," she quickly relented, seeing she wasn't going to win the disagreement with the determined look in the brunette's eyes. "But that doesn't change the fact that-"

"Yes it does… you are smart. End of story…" Carly quickly followed up, "Besides, if Melanie can do well at some fancy prep school, you have the potential to do just as great or better."

"Now you're sounding like Freddie," she flippantly answered with a roll of her eyes. "Every time I study with him, he throws the same line at me…"

"Great minds…" she answered with a playful smile and sing-a-long voice. "Though I can't see you two studying together…"

"And two days ago you couldn't see us banging like rabbits…" Sam smirked and fired back, though the blushing face before her caused her to quickly shift gears, knowing that discussing the relationship was about as comfortable as making her think about how her sister had far exceeded her in the academic field and gotten as far away as possible from their family, "So… how was your first day back?"

"Honestly… I don't know…" Carly slumped back into the seat of the couch, enjoying the soft comfort compared to the standard school desks that weren't exactly the most comfortable pieces of furniture. "It was… welcoming—almost overwhelming."

"Makes sense…" Sam looked back towards the television and idly asked, "So, everyone was happy to see you?"

"I guess…" Carly lazily shrugged a shoulder and replied, "Everyone wanted to know how I was doing, what I was up to in Italy, if I'm back for good… and of course, if we're going to start up iCarly again."

"Yeah… same bullshit I got when I came back…" The blonde put on a somewhat poutful expression as she didn't necessary have the friendliest welcome during her visits back to her school, plus the 'incident' Franklin caught she and Freddie in. "What did you tell them? Enjoyed the Mediterranean? Made out with some Italian boytoys?"

"Saaammm…" Carly sighed with a roll of her eyes. "I told you; I did not have any boyfriends while I was over there."

"I remember…" Sam slightly smirked, knowingly eyeing her friend and glad to take the subject away from their school. "I assume you let Tasha have them all…"

"Well…" The brunette tightened her smile and felt a flush of heat, feeling a surge of emotion at the mention of the aspiring model. "You know… how she can be…"

"Yeah… I remember…" Sam raised an eyebrow, curious as to the slight shift in her friend's demeanor. Her need to pick up body language had diminished with Cat always wearing her heart on her sleeve, but she could still see a change in her best friend. She followed up with what she hoped was a sympathetic and jovial tone, "She wasn't hogging them all to herself, was she? Not letting you get a chance with any?"

"No... I mean… I think we just are… you know… different…" Carly attempted to put on a casual smile, trying not to let anything else show about her little secret from Italy, and offhandedly replied, "Tasha had a few male friends she occasionally hung out with, but she was focusing on the vacation and modeling more than having to deal with… you know… a guy. Those were her priorities."

"Oh?" The former bully of Ridgeway narrowed her eyes, wondering what exactly was happening with all this subtext. "Super busy with all that, with having so little time for guys… and yet… she left enough time to hang out with you?"

"Yes," Carly fired back, ready to double down on the concept and trying not to let anything uncomfortable slip out, "… because we may not have really been friends when she was with Gibby, but we were still friendly and knew we were good people. She knew I wasn't going to try to take advantage of her like someone else might, so we…"

Suddenly, she wasn't exactly sure how to finish her statement.

Sam cocked an eyebrow, her mind instantly going the carnal route and teased with a wicked smile, "Advantage?"

"Don't put words in my mouth… not like that obviously…" Carly bit her tongue, not initially knowing how to respond to such a statement because from a certain point of view, she may have done that to Tasha or the buxom model may have done that to her, she wasn't quite sure. She slightly shook her head and let out a nervous laugh, "I meant like someone that would try to you know… get close to her and maybe try to use her budding stardom to advance their careers or just the perks of hanging out with her… you know, that sort of thing."

"Budding stardom? Perks? Last I saw, the girl was looking pretty perky…" The blonde apparently didn't notice her discomfort and just laughed along, "It doesn't hurt that she's hot too…"

The statement hung in the air for a few seconds, Sam finding the situation a little funny while Carly was hoping her friend wouldn't notice her mild discomfort of their conversation brushing a little too closely to her secret.

"So, anyway…" Sam turned her attention back to Carly and continued, "So, what are your plans about staying? Are you just staying for the prom then going back? Back here for good?"

"Longer than that…" Carly shrugged her shoulders and replied, "We're graduating in less than three months, so I might as well stay to finish the school year out. It would be nice to actually get my diploma from Ridgeway. We did go through middle school and high school there together, but I'm not sure what 'for good' really means anyway? I'm not even sure if I'm going to go to college here or maybe go out of state—Freddie is real eager to get back to Los Angeles to start college."

Sam nodded her head, seeing her point as her plans before her breakup with Cat was just to head right back down after prom. Her plans really hadn't changed since the breakup as she was planning to follow Freddie right back down, eager to follow him wherever he went, and with how things were developing with Jade, she had even more reason to go back to LA. She hadn't given it much thought about where she could stay since there was no way she'd be able to continue to room with Cat. In her mind, Carly would be separating off again anyway, so 'for good' didn't hold any real meaning to her either.

"Yeah…" She refrained from actually commenting on her point about Freddie. She didn't want it to turn into a discussion of why he was so eager because that would blow up again into her thinking he was cheating on Jade with her. She quickly turned the subject, "So… everyone was happy to see you. I know Franklin was happy to see you."

"Yeah he was. We had a reunion in his office…" Her face turned a little sour as she continued, "…Briggs and Howard were their usual sour selves."

The blonde rolled her eyes and flippantly replied, "I would have told them where they could have gone as soon as I got back if it wasn't for the fact I can't do anything to screw up going to the prom."

"Of course…" Carly shifted in her seat and rested her arm across the back of the couch and propped her head up with one hand. She asked with a playful smirk, "So you are going?"

Sam teased with an eyebrow, "Did you have any doubts?"

"Maybe a little as a dance is a little 'girly' for you and you really don't do girly all that well."

"Hey, I did girly just fine when I went to the Hollywood Arts costume dance. You have the pictures to prove it," the blonde smirked, and if she was being completely honest, there might have been an air of flirtation there as well. "Assuming you kept them…"

"How could I not?" Carly giggled and replied, "Yeah, you looked pretty hot in your costume." A beat later she realized what she said and felt a heat of flush form under her cheeks.

Sam apparently didn't notice as her mind instantly went back to just how hot she got in and out of the costume at the dance. Her mind lingered on Freddie of course with what they shared in one of the restrooms, where she knew he was meant for her, but her mind lingered on Jade nearly as much, with their surprised genuine intimacy in the restroom not just fueled by lust, but something deeper.

"Yeah… I guess…" She shook her head and recovered with her usual charming self, "Thanks, Mama does look pretty hot when she cleans herself up."

"Ohmygod…" Carly's eyes suddenly went wide with excitement. "We need to go dress shopping."

"Ugghhhh…" Sam instinctively groaned despite knowing she shouldn't dread such a trip; she wanted to look fantastic for Freddie and to a lesser extent Jade. "It's like you've forgotten everything about me…"

"Oh, stop…" Carly sighed and added, "Don't be that way. I'll be fun. You want to look your best don't you? It's a night we're never supposed to forget."

Depends on who my dance partner is that night… The blonde thought to herself as she sighed again, slightly leaning her head to the side and answering, "It's not even that… it's… it sounds like a chore and I hate chores."

"It'll be fun; I promise…" the brunette devolving into almost a child with the way she begged. For a split second, visions of Cat were syncing up. "We'll go to the shop and just search and search until we find the perfect dress for you. Something that will show the real you off… something that someone who lives nextdoor will never forget…"

"Just… don't… let's not talk about… that…" Sam slightly frowned and replied, "You're not helping your case, Carls."

"Oh, come on…" The brunette rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, "Don't spoil this Sam. I don't want to go by myself… It'll be fun. I know it will be fun. Wasn't it fun dressing up for the dance at your friend's school?"

You and I have very different definitions of friend, Carly… The troublemaker wore an impassive gaze for several seconds then answered, "Yes, it was fun, but… I do not want to be in some shop surrounded by all the other girls at school and the other schools while shopping or some busybody trying to shove some dress unto me that is horrible or too expensive. All that girly shit would drive me insane."

"Don't worry about that…" the former web star grinned wider, hoping her understated, but still perfect, smile would win her friend over. "We'll go sometime when it's not as crowded and I'll pay for the dress. It's the least I could do for my best friend."

"You're killing me…" Sam cracked a smile, refraining from pointing out that she was already staying with her, rent free, and not even having to pay for food. If she really thought about it, she wouldn't have minded getting a nice dress to really look good for Freddie, and to a lesser extent, Jade; something that would take his breath away and would drive him to remove it from her like he did after their date. She deeply sighed, fighting off the fantasy once more, now trying to convey that she was doing Carly a favor with her next words, "Fine… pick a day and we'll do all that… girl stuff… like shopping."

Carly's face lit up, elated with Sam relenting. "It's going to be great Sam. I promise," she replied with a joyful cry.

"Promises, promises…" The blonde sighed and wore a worried expression, wondering what she had just signed up for.


Shay Residence

-So, are you girls behaving?

After hanging out for the rest of the late afternoon and a satisfying meal, the girls retired to Carly's room for the evening. Sam was relaxing back on the couch with her feet propped up on the end armrest and typing away on her phone a message off to Freddie. After working all evening, he finally had a night off where he didn't have to close, but of course his mother was home to put a damper on anything.

-unfortunately yes. wish i wuz over there misbehavin tho.

-Me too, Princess. But you have Carly there after months apart. Use that time well since she might leave soon.

-ughh u cant tell m friend n call me Princess. U no wut that shit does 2 me.

Carly was sitting at her desk, lounging back in her chair as she watched the large television, catching up on some American television, but every so often, she would glance over her right shoulder towards her blonde friend who kept giggling and smirking at her phone.

-Are you saying I'm messing with you? On purpose? Oh, I would never… :D

-Tell ur mom to fuck off. I just wanna sleep in ur stupid nerd tshirts n get spooned u asshole.

-And I want to kiss and touch you all over, PRINCESS… but our night's coming soon. Promise.

The casual nearly silent hanging out neither had enjoyed with the other over the last year carried on for several more minutes until despite Sam being engrossed in her text messaging with Freddie, even she couldn't fail to see Carly continuing to look over her right shoulder towards her.

-U r gonna get hurt when that cums. Momma gonna go all night.

She finally fired off one last text then rested the phone on her lap with an annoyed expression, mostly at her situation. She sighed out, feeling a little frustrated at the odd behavior that was interrupting her texting Freddie and sat the phone down on her lap. "Okay Carls, what's the deal?"

"Deal?" Carly was looking at the television at the moment Sam asked her question, so she had to look over her shoulder and feign ignorance when she responded, "What? I'm not-"

"Don't 'what' me…" the frustrated blonde narrowed her eyes, feeling the heat from her insides flowing into her head to fuel her anger. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, just watching TV..." the former host attempted to cover, though from the look on her friend's face, it wasn't working. "Even with satellite, we don't get all the shows on base."

"It's not nothing and it's not the damn tv…" she fired back, feeling a slight vibration from her phone, causing her to check it. "You've been looking over at me for the past ten minutes, so what's the deal?"

-Just don't put too much work into your outfit, Sam… Because it's just gonna get ripped off of you when you walk in the door.

Carly took a breath then let out a long sigh, seeing in her best friend's eyes that there was no way to try to convince her everything was fine or blow her off any longer. She turned in her seat, got up and walked over to the end seat of the little dinning area of the room towards Sam's feet. She took a seat and relaxed back, her nervousness clearly on her face. "I need… I need to tell you about something…"

"Oh yeah?" Sam sat up straighter in her seat, sensing the nervousness from the brunette. "And it has to do with how you're staring holes in me?"

"Yeah… just… just bear with me…" the pale sweet girl took a few moments to gather herself, taking a couple deep breaths, caught between shame and excitement to open up. "Before… and definitely after… everything you told me about what going on between you and Freddie… how you really were together the first time and now… I wasn't entirely… forthcoming about what I did in Italy… and who I did things with…"

"I don't follow…" Sam knotted her brow in confusion then replied almost incredulously, "What are you talking about? You said you were still a virgin last night… you lied?"

"No… I mean… I am… but…" Carly bit into her bottom lip and glanced down at her lap, unsure how to go forward even when she wanted to be truthful with her best friend. "It's complicated…"

The dirty blonde's eyes went wide and jaw slacked for a few moments before she found her voice. She uttered with a knotted brow, "So you did get with someone? Was he at least good looking? No, wait… you're embarrassed about this… so maybe not… or did he not treat you right because if he didn't…" Sam's face became a mask to hide the potential fury bubbling up in her stomach at the possibility that she had given it to some loser that hadn't treated her right. She thought of all the different types of pain she would unleash upon the person.

"I didn't lie about the guys…" Carly raised a hand to stop Sam before she could work herself up into a frenzy. "I told you that yeah, there was a few cute guys I hung out with while I was in Italy and that maybe, just maybe I did a little more than kiss one, but it didn't go beyond… feeling each other through our clothes. But what I… what happened… I wasn't with a boy… I was with… a girl…"

"A girl?!" Sam's eyes grew wider as she muttered without thinking, grabbing her phone and firing off a quick message saying that she would text more later. "You hooked up with a girl?"

"Yes and…" Carly's stomach was in absolute knots as she moved closer and closer to the truth, "… you wouldn't believe who it was with…"

"Really?" The blonde knotted her brow as she slowly questioned, "I ah… I'd know who you've been with?"

The possibilities quickly ran through Sam's mind, but the choices were quite limited and none of them seemed like a likely candidate. She started thinking about perhaps famous people, perhaps Carly ran across one, but not a single person seemed to stand out until she thought back on the previous days' talks and how often Tasha had come up and how weird Carly got about her.

"You… and Tasha?"

"Yeah…" the brunette said, looking at the floor and breathing deeply, clearly very ashamed of what she was about to reveal. "It just kinda… happened…"

"Well, you have to tell me…" Sam nearly jumped to the bed they shared, ready to curl up and hear this little 'bedtime story' and smirked. "Or do you just want me to imagine how it went when I tell Freddie?"

"YOU CANNOT TELL HIM!" Carly nearly screamed, seeing that Sam was messing with her, and she hit the lights and climbed into bed to join her friend. "It's kind of a long story... and what I tell you, stays in this room and just between us, right?"

"Just spill, Carls…" the blonde said, getting comfortable. "Spare no details…"

"I don't really know where to start, honestly…" she began, taking a few deep breaths and searched for the right access point of the story to give it context and depth but not take all night. "It was right before the end of February. And I know Tasha was not my best friend when we were in school or anything, but while I was over there, she was pretty close for a couple months. I knew she was a year older, but she seemed so much more mature than me. Taller, gorgeous, and curves that I never imagined noticing on a girl."

"Lesbian Carly… can't say I ever saw that coming…"

"Stop… I'm not a lesbian… I'm just… I mean… just listen…" the former web show gathered her mind together once more. "And she was hilarious and smarter than I really gave her credit for and was somehow unafraid of everything, which was kinda different than when she was with Gibby. I'll remember always feeling flattered that she said she liked me, called me cute a couple times- awkward, comparably flat-chest and pale me- and compared to her I was like a dorky little kid."

"Recurring theme, I guess…"

"But somehow…" Carly ignored her friend as she seemed to drift into this memory like she was riding on a cloud, "… we ended up sharing days and nights together in a whole other country on a whole other continent. Purely by accident… or fate. We went to different high schools, we'd kissed once during a super awkward spin the bottle game, which I know you remember since you were being so protective of Freddie, but that was it, apart from play-flirting, but then, didn't she do that with everyone?"

"I remember Gibby told everyone, thinking they hooked up and I wanted to tear that bitch's head off… so yeah, I remember… but that was like… late middle school, right?"

"Right. So, one evening, she just comes over to dad's place. Totally different from the apartment here. It had this big backyard and this big pool and we were lying on these reclining deck chairs, and drinking wine she'd got from this one store because the drinking age is just 18 there. I remember she was telling me about this guy she got with at a model party, in detail, like… you know… making-me-horny kinda detail-"

"Like when you find out your best friends have been secretly fucking and you want all the details?" Sam teased with a grin, biting her lip, enjoying taking this story journey with Carly. "Go on…"

"Anyway… she talked about how they snuck into the garage and he'd gone down on her and made her… you know… blast off… like twice. And, probably because I have zero tolerance for alcohol, I told her that nobody had ever gone down on me before, but I always thought it sounded nice. And she was like, 'Wait, hold up. nobody's ever been down on you before?!' Because I'd had little relationships with people like Griffin and Adam and all those guys, she thought that would have been a thing that had happened in at least one of them, but it hadn't, and I had to tell her no, boys didn't seem to want to do that, and she was like 'F- those guys.' And then she said, not looking me, taking a big drink, 'I mean, you're really cute. I would have eaten you out in a heartbeat!' I remember those words, said so nonchalantly and they just bounced around in my head."

"No wonder you were so into how Freddie does that with me…" the blonde nodded, biting her lip and thinking about how Freddie had made a meal out of her countless times. "So you asked her to do it?"

"No… well… I mean…" Carly sighed, knowing that Sam was ruining her steam, but she needed those breathing points to gather her thoughts about how to share all of this. "Later we were in bed, in my room, like we did once before. She didn't have to stay over, and could have gotten a cab back to her apartment but she wanted to stay. I had to give her a t-shirt to wear and… well, you can imagine how that thing fit…"

"How could she fucking breathe?" Sam laughed, just imagining those huge breasts squeezed into a tiny Penny tee that probably couldn't reach down to her navel. "Guess I can see another reason you two needed to get naked and bang…"

"Don't… don't say stuff like that, Sam… it's… not right…" she sighed, trying to get her former cohost, and miraculously still her best friend, to focus. "I was just saying that's what we wore to bed. Just t-shirts and panties because even in the winter, it was still pretty warm. At least, that night it felt warm. It was maybe 11pm and dark and warm and pointlessly humid and we're a little more drunk than before, and we're listening to music and talking and then we're quiet for a bit, when she just sits up a little bit and goes, 'Ok, Shay.' And I'm like, 'OK, what?' and she says 'Just close your eyes.' So I do it. I didn't know any better and my faculties are just gone at this point."

"Now things are heating up… took long enough…"

"I'm trying to tell the story… just… shut up, Sam… please…" Carly shook her head, preparing as Sam wasn't wrong- this was the moment that things crossed a line. "The next thing I feel is her gently lift the bottom of my t-shirt and then the touch of her soft lips on my tummy, planting kisses on my skin like little whispers. My dad did that when I was a kid… and so did Spencer a little bit I think, but this wasn't blowing raspberries or in the pursuit of making funny sounds. These are legit kisses."

"Freddie does that to my belly button sometimes… licks and kisses it," Sam let out a minor moan at the memory of the last time her lover took such care of her, but could see that Carly was frustrated. "Sorry… just sharing too…"

"So… she's doing this… and I can't help but open my eyes and look down and see her kissing my stomach. I couldn't speak but I couldn't look away and I definitely couldn't move. Her kisses get softer… wetter. I feel the tip of her tongue on me. It feels soft and perfect but I'm so surprised I laugh out loud, and then instantly stifle myself because my dad, the straight laced Air Force guy, is sleeping right through the eastern wall. Not even thirty feet probably…"

"Your dad would have lost it…"

"I know… and that's why I'm just panicking and trying to control all my nerves, but Tasha is just acting like this is all normal. And then, giggling to herself, she kisses my neck and I absolutely melt. I thought I had, with a couple guys, and yeah, Freddie was one of them… but I have never really melted until that moment and I just shut everything screaming in my brain about how wrong this is, and I can tell she hears my breath catch in my chest, and I'm embarrassed and scared and excited all at once. She shimmies back down the bed a little and grins at me and says, "I want to show you how it feels."

"Sounds like she really did a number on you…" Sam smirked, watching Carly's face move between beet red and bright pink through each and every detail. "Freddie does that shit to me all the time. Surprises me somehow."

"I was totally surprised! And I don't say anything, because I still don't know what to say, but she waits a little and then just says, "I'm going to start here, OK?" I don't even know where here is but I'm just frozen. She slides her fingertips up under my t-shirt and pulls it up to reveal a little more of my tummy and starts to kiss me again. Her lips are warm and wet and perfect, and her fingertips are tracing my hip. But this time, she's kissing up, slowly, up from my belly-button, over my ribs… and all I can think is that she's going for second base- as far as I've ever let a guy go and she's not slowing down. And I don't want her to."

"Way it sounds, she might not have stopped either way…"

"It's like she's on a mission…" the brunette, slides a bit down, allowing an 'itch' between her legs to get a slight scratch of relief from the comforter. "She silently lifts my t-shirt up further, over my breasts. I feel so exposed I swear to God I'm actually shaking, but she doesn't look up, and just brings her mouth down over my nipple, and O-M-G. Griffin just felt me up. Just with his hands. And that was through a bra. This is… beyond belief."

"I miss that feeling…"

"I really can't believe it's me laying there, and her, a girl, but I'm especially fixated on the 'her' parts, and she's just… licking, and sucking, all over my… you know…

"Tits," Sam added, suddenly wondering if she was turning into Jade, trying to grab dirty words from Tori. "Boobs. Ta-tas. Jugs. Girls."

"Yeah… right… and each time she swipes over my… nipple, I just… ache… it's like my… my… clit starts to twitch."

"Look at Carly Shay… talking about her clit and nipples…" the blonde interjected, trying not to laugh or piss Carly off too much with her teasing. "Soooo naughty…"

"I'm going crazy and I'm completely paralyzed. If at the pool I was just curious and excited, now I'm like, completely horny. Like the tingling all over horny, only-thought-I-felt-this-with-boys horny, parting-my-thighs horny, please-f-me horny. I've never even thought of asking a guy to do that to me and here I was… almost screaming it out if the words weren't trapped in my throat."

"Not gonna lie…" the former bully breathed deep as she listened, "… when you brought this up, I legit thought you two just made out but… wow…"

"I haven't even gotten to the really big stuff…" the usually demure young woman nervously laughed. "And I whisper to her 'Tasha…' and she's like 'Yeah?' and looks up. 'That feels really, really good, I tell her and she just casually goes 'Should I keep going?' And I tried to play it off really cool and was like 'If you want,' but sweet lord did I want her to."

"Not sure if I've ever seen you look desperate before… now I'm curious…"

"She doesn't say anything else, and her mouth moved to my other breast and her teeth lightly pinched my nipple and I just gasp uncontrollably. And like a freaking sex ninja, she slides her hand over my mouth, which turns me on even more, which was probably the Anastasia Steele in me. I'm so flippin' wet I can literally feel my underwear's already ruined."

"I'm ashamed I know that reference…"

"Oh be quiet… they made the trip more bearable. Plus, I think I learned a few things…" the sweet girl said, clearly less ashamed of the creepy BDSM faux relationship in a book than her own sexual awakening. "So then she starts kissing down. Inch by inch. My… boobs, which are now freezing cold since she got them so covered in her spit, my ribs, my tummy… until she's teasing the edge of my panties, tugging the fabric down a little further, then running her tongue over the newly exposed inch of skin, her hands on my thighs, and then she's lying between my legs, and I'm so nervous and horny that I just blurt out, 'Um, I haven't really shaved!' and she just grins at me, presses her finger to her lips to quiet me and whispers loudly 'Natural is all the rage now anyway…'"

"I swear that sounds like a Freddie line…" the blonde chuckles, imagining how he treated her own bush that first time and how he treated her sex's grooming as something that didn't deter him either way.

"And then time basically stops… it's very quiet for a second or two and she says, for the second time, without any context, "OK." And ever so sweetly biting her lip and giving me those eyes, she hooks her thumbs under my underwear and pulls them down over my thighs, my knees, my ankles, and… off on my cluttered floor. And I feel so naked, more naked than I have ever felt in my life, to have someone really see my… pussy for the first time, my matted pubes- I've regularly shaved since, by the way- and my… labia, my exposed clit, my wetness that made my panties stick for a second… you're my best friend and I love you and everything but this… this was the most private thing I'd ever shared with anyone, really, because with Griffin, I'd only ever had his hands up my shirt in the darkness of his room or a movie theater that time or whatever… but Tasha could see me, all of me, every inch, up close. But Tasha just gave me this look she sometimes did, her 'Everything is just fine' type look, and she said, 'OK, don't be scared. Just lie back.'"

"Is it weird that I'm a little jealous?" Sam joked, though in the back of her mind, as the story had gone on, she had started seeing Carly in a very different light, and imagining her begging for a woman's affections only made her jealous that she wasn't the one to make this happen. "Sorry… ruined the moment. Go ahead…"

"So I did it. Laid my head back and just surrendered. I felt her part my legs. I was aching to be touched but I was sooooo self-conscious. I could feel her breathing on my skin down there, and it was driving me crazy. I almost looked but I feared that if I did that, this would all disappear or something. I couldn't stand waiting… but then, holy cow… then… her mouth touched me. Her mouth, with those big lips and long, thick tongue… was on my… pussy, on my lower… most secret pair of lips. This thing I'd imagined over and over with a couple guys, and now it was happening. Except it was happening with Tasha.

"It was warm and soft and wet, like a kiss, I don't know why I was surprised, but it was just like a long, loving kiss, just… you know… down there. And it felt so delicious and magical like I could feel my whole body just dissolve in this hot pool of pleasure… and then I nearly cried… her tongue was actually pushing inside me, probing me in a way that I'm not even sure my fingers have done, and then up, and then onto my clit…" The dark haired beauty was clearly losing herself to this memory as her hips ground against the covers a little more and Sam was almost positive she could smell some of her best friend's arousal. "Oh my god she was slowly, perfectly, licking my clit and I was in absolute heaven."

"Yeah…" Sam whispered softly, joining with Carly in secretly scratching those pesky lust itches, imagining her own variations where Cat or Jade or Freddie had delivered such perfect rapture to her very being with their mouths. "Keep going…"

"Ok…" Carly breathed, eyes closed tight to enhance the memory's power. "The thing is… the thing that she didn't know, and that I'd never tell anyone in a million years before this moment… nobody else had ever made me cum before. Including me. Maybe because I could never relax, or that it's impossible just to do it from touching my chest… and by myself, I only ever knew how to have a little orgasm the one way, by lying on my tummy, grinding against my hand, or bunching up a pillow or the comforter, through my underwear like I had every other week since I was like 13. Just a little twitch and I thought that was all it could be. I was so incredibly wrong…"

"Seriously?" the blonde was in utter disbelief, unable to conceive of a world where she couldn't handle her own needs. Though if Carly never knew what she was missing, she figured her best friend wouldn't know how bad the need could get. "With C… Freddie, it's almost always like a bomb blast inside when it happens, but even alone I can get mostly there."

"Way to rub it in… and also keep me in the dark, Sam…" the dark haired 'good girl' fumed with a slight smirk as her cheeks had now shifted to a deep red. "I mean, I knew it was going to be special… but I knew like immediately… this time would really be something… because… something else was building up. She would suck on my… clit and then run circles over it with the tip of her tongue and it felt like a warm glowing ball of heat down there. My legs were going crazy but I made myself just lay there… Her fingertips parted my… lips, I guess I can say that... I was so wet. I kept thinking, would she think it was weird how wet I was? Did I taste OK? But she went faster and I stopped thinking. My ears were ringing and my heart was thudding and I was so hot, dripping with sweat, dripping with my… release stuff. I know I never curse much… but fuck… It was so fucking good."

"I honestly never thought I would hear you say that word…" the shorter, tougher girl almost giggled at the way that Carly was just cutting loose. She seemed like she was opening up so much and so fast, it would have sent Sam's head spinning if the last few weeks hadn't been such an emotional and sensual roller coaster. "I don't think I hate it…"

"Just don't tell Freddie…" Carly tucked her hair behind her ear, thinking back on the dream she had the night before and the way he just worshipped her. "I kinda like the way he thinks I'm this… perfect thing…"

"Been here a few days and already you want me to further lead the nub on about how great you are…" Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head before finally shrugging, figuring that it wouldn't make much of a difference with two truly perfect brunette girls waiting for him in LA and one shattered fucking shitshow of a blonde pining for a piece of his love from an apartment away. "Sounds about right…"

"Please…" The former web host pleaded, batting her eyelashes slightly as she looked at Sam, turned on enough that it was only half a joke. "So… anyway… she's down… there… and I raised my hips up to her, and in that moment I understood addiction because I needed more, more, more. I was tensing my thighs so hard they were starting to shake. I dared to open my eyes and looked down, and it turned me on so much, her head between my legs, her gorgeous brown hair tickling my thighs. She looked up at me, batting her eyes, saying all this insanely sexy stuff like 'You like it?' 'You want me to keep going?' 'You taste so good…' and all I could do was just like nod and say 'Yes' and 'Uh huh.' I'm laying there, thinking that I'm gonna die from arousal and just whispering 'It's so amazing' and 'You're so pretty.' And then, the way she smiled up at me… for a fraction of a second… and then went straight back to my clit, I suddenly realized, she was horny too. This 6 foot tall tanned goddess with big soft boobs and long legs and kissable lips that all these guys wanted… she was turned on, by me… this wasn't just a pity thing or whatever… she wanted to do this, with me… maybe only me… or at least that's how it felt that night. Like she liked making me feel like this. And that was when it started to happen."

"It?" Sam readjusted herself, moving her thigh slightly to help ease a little bit of the tension that was building in her core, quickly realizing how 'into' this story she was getting by the minute. "What else was there to happen?"

"Everything… at least, that's how it felt…" Carly whispered, biting her lip as she was throwing herself further into the memory that had entertained her dreams in the weeks since. "Her licking became harder and more insistent, the hard tip of her tongue flicking my clit up and down and up and down. It would have made me dizzy if I wasn't so lost in desire. The pleasure started to spread from my pussy up through to my chest like lightning could come from my hard nipples at like any time, and my whole body was starting to buzz, like it did when I touched myself… but somehow more, much more, and I said that word I'd never quite said before – 'Yes' - like yes, that's right, yes, ma'am, yes that's perfect, yes, that's how I like to be touched, yes, you're going to make cum, and I was whispering it over and over again, never stopping... it was all I was able to say. She had destroyed every other word I knew. 'Yes, yes, yes…' over and over again and then I knew, I was going experience the thing I didn't even know was possible- I was going to actually cum. Like massively crazy explosion. Tasha, the girl we thought was kinda stupid and dated Gibby and was ridiculously tall… now a freaking supermodel… was going to make me cum, right there, in my room, with my dad just a few feet and a wall away, both just writhing in the dark. I was going to cum, I was going up and up and up and my thighs were shaking and I don't know what possessed me but I reached for her head and pulled her mouth against me tight and then… Kaboom."

"Kaboom?" Sam was on the verge of laughing as she watched her best friend's face contort into something so adorable it was hard not to think of Cat or Tori. A level of childish innocence and naiveté that seemed so far removed from her own life and experiences that it was almost refreshing. "So she dropped a bomb on you?"

"Atom…" Carly muttered, almost shaking and both girls legitimately wondered if the memory had enough of a ripple effect to affect her body now. "I said her name pretty loudly over and over with some 'oh's' in between. If dad wasn't such a deep sleeper, I'm a thousand percent sure he would have locked me away. And then my whole pussy twitched and then it hit me, like a truck, everything burst, my hips rising, my body curling up around my clit, shuddering, pushing her mouth from my pussy, her hands reaching under me to hold me despite my quivering need to escape, and I remember it was so strange, to… cum… to not only have that level of a release but to do that in front of someone. Someone I didn't know that well in all actuality. After only ever having the tiniest version, all alone – late at night in my room or the shower, or on the bathroom floor, but always alone – to lose control like that, and I felt almost embarrassed, for those seconds, that I was just cumming and shaking and soaking wet, like she'd caught me masturbating and was watching me cum and I couldn't stop myself, I was cumming so hard, but then she was on me, next to me, her arms wrapped around me, her soothing skin against my skin, kissing my neck while each aftershock rippled through me.

'Oh my god,' I said because it was apparently all I could muster in that moment. 'Oh my god. Ohmygod. Oh. My. God.'"

"I've seen you panic so I can definitely see you lose your fucking mind…" Sam tossed in, clearly reveling in this trip down memory lane, sending her own memories of Freddie, and Jade, and Cat, and even Tori and how they made her feel. "… especially that first time. Just destroying your brain."

"That's what was so crazy… like… I've seen movies where… things happen and then it's all over, but this just kept going and literally the first thing she said to me as I was melting was 'Are you okay, Carly,' and nuzzling her moist lips against my earlobe causing me to shiver even more, and I could just… you know… smell me on her breath and it should have been gross to me but I just was so lost. 'Yes,' I said. 'Yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine,' and then like a blushing crazy person I just looked at her and said, 'Thanks,' and I still have no idea if 'thanks' was the right response, but she seemed unfazed by it. I was barely alive after that explosion but it wasn't enough. I wanted - needed - to say more than thank you. I needed to show it. She was so perfect. Those giant boobs trapped under that tight little shirt and those legs I just wanted to wrap myself around and her cute butt I didn't even get to see much of that day, but I kinda wanted to even before all this. I felt so perfect by proxy I guess. I felt like I had been given this almighty gift just to lay in that bed with her. She'd made me feel so perfect. I kissed her, and I could taste my cum on her lips, and I'd never really tasted myself, cause I thought it would be like pee or sweat or whatever, but I liked it. And I really liked it on her lips, and I think it just ignited me more and I kissed her harder, and she kissed me back. We went back and forth like that for a minute or two, or longer… I really have no idea how long this all went, before I pushed myself against her, still trembling, but the raw horniness rushing back into me, even as my last orgasm faded, my hands moved up that shirt, pushing the penny tee to its limits, needing my hands on her boobs."

"The one downside of Freddie…" the blonde mused with a grin, but Carly didn't even flinch or look over, and Sam wondered if she even remembered she was lying next to her anymore. She considered mentioning the shapely pale breasts that she had enjoyed from Jade, but figured that Carly needed this. "So… I gotta ask… I've seen those pictures on Freddie's computer… they're real right?"

"The realest I've ever touched…" the former host whispered back, shivering a bit as her hand pantomimed gripping the flesh. "Oh my god, her boobs were so perfect and full and round and soft and I swear I could have fallen asleep on them right there, and I might have too, if I hadn't felt her gasp, and suddenly kiss me back harder, our legs intertwining, our hips bucking, trying to find friction, pressure, anything, and then my thigh nestling against her pussy, and her pushing herself against it, her panties kept sticking slightly… her wet panties… and I was screaming in my head, oh my god, she was wet for me too…"

"Carls, I kinda feel like you probably should have figured out that she was into you by this point…"

"I know… but there's a difference between the 'I like you' girl crush and 'my body is so heated with desire that I have to have you right now' you know?" The way Carly motioned toward Sam on the former category made the blonde simultaneously more interested and a little offended at the same time. "In a second our t-shirts were off, and our… tits… were touching, and her massive boobs were just crushing mine, and our… lady parts were almost touching, and I couldn't resist, I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her through her panties, and she arched her back but she took my wrist and she looked me in the eye and said 'Really? You're… up for this?' and I said 'Can I?' and she nodded silently and bit her lip and I put my hand down the front of her panties and felt, oh my god, I felt her… pussy… This was the first one… well, another girl's- her's, the first I'd ever touched that wasn't mine… dripping wet, the feeling of her neatly trimmed hair under my fingers, and then the folds, and then, under them, her clit.

"You went right for the jugular from the start?" Sam smirked, thinking of how Freddie could just zero in on that shit in a second when he would ravage her. Or the way that Cat just worshipped her… but that wasn't a thought for right now. "Go Carls…"

"I couldn't believe I was really touching her like this, but I rubbed her hard little button in slippery little circles and felt her shiver in pleasure, and she buried her face against my shoulder and moaned softly. 'Carly, I remember, she said my name with a hard 'C' and she held the y for a second longer, but it might have been all night… 'Carleee… that's so good,' she said, a few times I think, grinding her… pussy against my fingers, digging her nails into my thigh, and it had only been a few moments but I loved making her lose control, her experienced nature and clever answer-for-everything-ness throughout the experience was gone and now she looked at me so desperate and wild and shaking and she gasped, now the one saying 'Oh my god… oh my god…' and I felt… so powerful… so special… I think I just lost myself in the moment. I rubbed her faster and faster and she went very quiet for a second and then whispered with panic in her voice 'Oh fuck, Carly, Carly… Carly, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum…' and then her mouth was open and her eyes were wide and frantic with that look of surprise and she convulsed against me, her wet pussy pulsating against my fingertips, moans escaping her lips, bucking her hips against my hand, so beautiful and vulnerable, and I pulled her into me and kissed her neck and cupped her breast in my hand as the aftershocks travelled through her and whispered 'Shhh… shhh…' like she was a child. I still have no idea why I did that… but it just felt right in the moment… I just whispered and shushed the whole time she was writhing like that. I honestly thought I did something wrong… Finally, though, she was still and breathing shaky but slow against me and we lay there with our hot skin touching for a few moments and then she looked up at me with her big Tasha grin and silently mouthed 'wow' I think. And I couldn't stop the huge smile spreading across my face either before we both burst into the quietest laughter we could manage."

"So was that it… just one and done?" The former bully reached over and stroked her bed-partner's arm. "Please don't tell me the bitch pulled a 'hump n dump.'

"Well… we did that one more time that night… and like five more times over the next week, but then she had to take off for another shoot or something..." It was hard to ignore the look of disappointment on her best friend's face, especially morphing from smiling and giggling. Sam knew the look all too well, seeing it in nearly every mirror after she realized that Jade and Freddie were truly meant to be. "I wasn't sure how I felt about her… like, as someone I could romantically be with or fall in love… but I definitely fell in lust for her and I'll never forget that night.

"I can imagine…" Sam simply nodded, amazed at the story, specifically the fact that it was Carly. Who was always the 'god girl' and so moral. And she just had this crazy sex fling. With another girl. Who was also a supermodel. That they knew. Who used to date Gibby. It was the kind of insanity that didn't seem possible but that's the way life was at times. After such a huge info dump, that had gotten Sam pretty on edge, if she was being honest to herself, it seemed only right to share her own experiences. "But I guess it's one of those… 'what happens in Italy, stays there' kind of things…"

"Yeah," Carly replied, more caught up in her memories and sleep overtaking her, feeling almost as exhausted reliving as she did when it actually happened. "I can't believe I just told you that…"

"Kinda glad you did, Carls…" she fired back. "I was getting kinda of tired of you holding the me and Freddie thing over my head. Good to know Carly Shay broke bad too."

"Just… yaaaawnnn… promise me… you won't tell him, ok?" The dark haired girl murmured, her eyes fluttering with clear fatigue. "I just… I don't want him to think I'm some whore or a lesbian because of that…"

"Well, if we are being honest about things…" Sam started, taking a deep breath, looking into Carly's eyes as she prepared to reveal yet another secret to her best friend, squeezing her eyes closed to gather the confidence. "Back when I moved to LA, you know I moved in with Cat pretty quick… but there was a little bit more than just the roommate stuff. And the babysitting thing. And we were friends too, I guess… though I'm not sure how that's going at the moment… but anyway… I had been staying there for like a month when there was just this night that things clicked for us, and we had this moment… and… jeez… you have no idea how hard this is to just like… come out and say… literally I guess… but we had this night that we hooked up… like making out and we ended up in her bed… and things just-"

"Zzzzzhuunghhhcckkkzzzz…"

"Carls?" she asked, finally opening her eyes, coming face to face with the slightly smiling face of her friend, mouth barely open, but somehow producing some adult snoring. Clearly another 'souvenir' from her time abroad. "You are such a fucking bitch…"

Not even a flinch. So this wasn't some fake out. She literally passed out from storytelling.

"Great…" the blonde beauty tossed the covers off, feeling some real heat emanating through her body and the idea that she couldn't share as well just made her furious. Grabbing her phone, she headed to the bathroom to hopefully deal with this particular problem. Pulling her texts back up, she bit her lip and tried to get comfortable on the toilet seat. "Alright, Fredward… let's see if you can help Mama out…"


Ridgeway High School

"We shouldn't be doing this…"

"We're basically celebrities, Carly…" Freddie grinned as he pressed his lips to her neck, his abdomen driving her ass against the lockers along the empty hallway. His hands toyed with the edge of her pants as he teased up and down her pulse point. "No one is going to say a word to us…"

"But… unnghh…" She wanted to argue, but she could feel how much he wanted her through his pants and his hands were already unbuttoning hers. "Oh god… take me… make me yours…"

"I'm going to…" he growled, grinding harder against her core as his fingers dug deeper, nearly moving in slow motion toward her core. "And I'm not gonna stop until you are soaking wet…"

"F-Freddie…" her voice cracked as her thin legs started grinding against his hand, hoping he would get his fingers inside as fast as humanly possible. "I need… I need it…"

"Carly… Carly…" he said over and over again as his lips found her earlobes, suckling the soft flesh, making her moan and feel like she could explode the moment he grazed his dawdling fingertips over her button. "Carly… Carly… Carly!"

BANG

"What?!" The dark haired former host snapped out of her fantasy as a nearby locker slammed shut, revealing Freddie standing right by her. "Sorry…"

"It's fine… you just looked like you were lost in thought…" his friendly tone made her quake. Ever since Sam had told her all about their exploits together and... other features she couldn't un-know, there were just this lust fueled flashes she'd have. "You doing ok?"

"Yeah… guess I'm still getting used to certain things…" Truthfully, Carly felt a little lighter on her feet as she entered the school building with Freddie that morning. She felt a sense of relief in her confession last night to Sam, but the burning desires that kept rearing up at inopportune times was less than stellar. It wasn't even lunchtime and she'd fantasized about him gripping her hands above her head while he made out with her, riding him on the school's main staircase, and one that nearly got her caught where he bent her over TEACHER'S desk and just drilled her like a wild animal. And then there was this moment. "Over there, it's basically dinner time right now."

"Guess that's going to take a bit to adapt to…" Freddie reached over and grazed his hand down her arm, but he might have torn her shirt off and mounted her right then and there. She was so on edge, and she couldn't get it to just calm down. "Heard you two had a late night…"

"What did Sam tell you?" Carly nearly swallowed her tongue, fearing that the loudmouth former Ridgeway student had run her mouth off and now he was going to grill her about the whole thing with Tasha. "Because she-"

"She didn't tell me anything… calm down…" he smirked, reaching over and taking Carly by the hand, leading her down the hallway, away from all the ears. "She was texting me pretty late and seemed like she was wide awake. That you fell asleep in the middle of a conversation."

"Ugh… I know…" the dark haired girl sighed, feeling awful when she woke up to slowly piece together that Sam was in the middle of opening up about something when she conked out. In fact, she was almost sure it involved an experience with another girl. Of course she didn't want to share this morning either, given her mood and desiring to sleep in. "I'll make it up to her tonight…"

"You should…" he said, the slightest melt-causing smile grew across his lips as he leaned in close, and for a split second, she truly believed he was about to kiss her in the middle of the hallway, but just before she pursed her lips to accept, he spoke. "I know I have been a critic of her, but she's trying to be better…"

"You learn that when you two are…" Carly began, but with her tone, both of them had a pretty good idea where the sentence was going. "I'm gonna try…"

"Good deal… Look… I know we haven't had much time just to hang out between school and work, but I'm really glad that you're back, Carly…" he said, hoping to avoid any conflict or the issue that Carly was having with his renewed affair with Sam, especially not until she understood exactly the situation. "I'll see you for fifth period…"

"See ya…" The pale former iCarly star kept to herself that Freddie wasn't the only one that had been popping up in lusty daydreams as she'd imagined Sam's strong hands all over her in the shower, and ground against the bed a little at the fantasy of the blonde bombshell feasting between her legs. Under her breath, she muttered, moving through the crowded hallways, "What in the world is wrong with me?"


Carly Shay's Room

Shay's Residence

Bushwell Plaza

Carly and Sam were resting comfortably in the brunette's bed, sharing another sleepover, as their new situation had made them essentially roommates, and while it was so easy just thinking of each other as 'sisters' for so long, now, in the wake of their dual 'sexual revolution,' things had certainly changed. Sam was once again on her PearPad looking at something while Carly was quietly watching the television in the distance, each one apparently content on letting the other one be, but the brunette was feeling anxious and Sam knew it.

The former web host had been on edge since her sweet encounters with Freddie during the school day had turned into sheer awkwardness when her vision repeatedly shifted into insanely hot fantasies. Even worse, since coming home and seeing Sam in her tight jeans, all she could do was imagine how it would feel to touch her. Maybe even better than Tasha. And given the confession she barely heard the night before, she might actually be into exploring some 'girltime' with her.

"Hey, Sam?" she finally worked up the nerve to speak, zapping the television off, but realized she had no idea how to word what was coming next.

"Yeah Carls?"

"Last night, after I told you about what happened between me and Tasha…" She licked her pink lips then nervously continued, "… you said something…"

"Said a lot of things…" the blonde firecracker shot back, having a pretty good idea what Carly was talking about, but it was best to play those cards closer to her chest. "Granted, most of them were to Freddie…"

"I mean, you said something to me…" Carly started off, trying to get Sam to fill in the blanks, but as usual, Sam wasn't being very cooperative on the matter. "About… you know… you and another girl…"

"Which one?" Sam shrugged, knowing full well that it would get a rise out of Carly, and shot the dark haired girl a grin.

"Don't mess with me…" Carly's pale face grew pinker by the second, heart beating fast, knowing that this conversation may open up a door neither were ready to confront. "Your roommate… Cat…"

"That's a story in of itself how we got started, but…" the blonde paused, letting her mind relive some of those moments that kicked all of this into existence, how happy she was with Cat, and how hurt she was when Freddie arrived, and how loving and attentive the redhead was for her, and how selfish she was in not being what Cat needed, leading to the breakup. "Cat and I… well, things changed… but we really had a good time with one another… both as friends and as… other things…"

"Other things…" Carly was trying her best for her eyes not to pop out of her sockets. She was still coming to terms with walking in after the fact of her best friends having sex, behind Freddie's girlfriend's back nonetheless, but now Sam was admitting she also liked the fairer sex and had been intimate with one. She cleared her throat then bashfully questioned, "So you've been with a girl…"

"Actually…" Sam replied with a tightening smile, suddenly feeling bashful with the subject with her best friend, "…more like a few..."

"A few?" Carly's eyes got even larger if possible. "How do you… how… a few?!"

"Yeah… a few…" Sam sighed, getting up to sit beside the pale girl. "Look, Carls, don't freak out, but… I never told you the whole story about what was going on in L.A.—"

"Yeah, the part where you were sleeping with Freddie…" Carly fired back fast, nearly leaping from the bed to sit up and face her best friend. "You were… having sex… knowing he had a girlfriend… who somehow knew about… and liked it… ugh… I need to stop…"

"Just… calm down… I'll explain…" The blonde patiently waited for Carly to calm herself then answered, "The thing with Freddie and Jade… well, was one thing, but the more important thing… for most of the time I was down there… was that Cat and I were… we were a couple for a while.

"A couple?"

"Yeah… like… not publicly or anything… though… that's what she wanted…" Again, Sam was beside herself on how to explain the ins and outs of that whole relationship without shining too much light on how shitty of a friend/girlfriend she was to the plucky redhead. "That's what you can say got me to start… you know… playing for both teams."

"I… I mean… I've been thinking about it today… and I am just… still somehow surprised…" Carly sat up and turned her upper body to her friend, so that she could look into the eyes of a girl, she wasn't even entirely sure she knew anymore. "Wait, you and Cat were… like… legit girlfriends?"

"Yes…" Sam nodded along, her voice laced with regret, "we were girlfriends."

"Wait… you said were…" the dark haired beauty once again increased her eyes' size, sizing up the truth behind Sam's troubled orbs. "Are you saying… you had a relationship… a whole dating, being exclusive… doing things… with her and broke up… all without ever telling me anything? Why?!"

"I…" Sam slumped her shoulders then tiredly admitted, "…I don't know. I just… we had a good thing going and it was new and we were trying to figure everything out without having to worry about dealing with all the other mess and everything..."

"Deal with all the other mess and everything?!" The pinks of embarrassment were now making way to the bright reds of rage that seemed to be flowing through the pale face, flushing it to a new color to the blonde. "So that mess… that included me, I guess? Did you think that I would have thought differently of you?"

"No… I …" Sam shook her head and reassured her, "Of course not, I… I was still trying to work out my feelings of what it meant to be with her… I had been carrying this whole Freddie torch thing for so long… I needed to figure out what it meant to be that I was attracted to girls too…"

"You still could have told me…" Carly took a deep breath, suddenly hit with a wave of empathy. The night after Tasha introduced her to… everything… she had a near panic attack about what it all meant, unsure if she was lying for 17 years about being straight, or if it was just Tasha that had that effect. It stung that Sam couldn't tell her but at least it was a secret for everyone. "You're my best friend and there's nothing you can't tell me, you know? I had that you had to handle all that all alone…"

"I didn't know how you would take it, Carls… you've always been so… so good and nice and pure… and I was down there… with crazy people… and I just kinda sorta let it all happen…" The blonde was at a loss about where to go from here, and how to describe what it was like keeping everything a secret. "And once Freddie found out it was-"

"No…" Carly glanced at the slowly shrinking blonde, who instantly realized how she messed up, instantly wincing as Carly's voice got a little more forceful. "Freddie knew? You told him but-"

"Carls…" Sam began but held her tongue not to let it slip that he was really the catalyst to shove her into being with the red velvet redhead exclusively. In fact, that was the catalyst for this… whatever this is that she had found herself in with Freddie… and Jade… and Tori too, somehow…

"He knew?!" The former host was once again seeing red, this time aimed at her former tech producer who was supposed to be… something else. Certainly not Sam's confidant for her gay experiences… "He didn't tell me…"

"He promised he wouldn't…" The blonde replied with a firm tone, suggesting it was one of those times that Carly wouldn't be able to cajole her to follow her lead or more importantly, think that she was in the wrong. "It wasn't his place to tell you and besides, he didn't know until he came down to L.A. He's actually partially responsible in giving me a kick to be with Cat..."

"So everyone was in on this big news except me… that doesn't make me feel like garbage, at all…" Carly frowned, feeling a tiny bit betrayed, and while she wanted to be understanding, she just couldn't stand being left out. "Okay, if you were with Cat, and were happy with all that… why are you messing with his relationship trying to get back with Freddie?"

"Jesus…" Sam sighed and glanced up at the ceiling then looked back to her dear friend. "Look, I'm not either/or Carls. I can enjoy being with Cat and Jade… even care about them almost like Freddie, but…" She licked her lips. "I do enjoy being with my guy more than anything."

"Jade too?!" Carly jerked away from Sam and stood up to face her, beginning to pace slightly in front of the clearly uncomfortable blonde. "We will come back to that in a minute… but… ok… you're bisexual then?"

"Fuck if I know…" The blonde pursed her lips then blew out a breath through her nose. She patiently responded, "Really… I've never been really concerned about the labels. I was just trying to figure out what I wanted. I do like some girls, and don't like most girls… and I love Freddie with all my heart… but I literally can't stand every other guy I meet… and certainly don't want to hook up with them…"

"I guess that makes sense…" Carly just looked more confused, but she shook her head and pushed that to the side at the moment to focus on the more burning question, "So what's the deal with you and Freddie now? You're just the girl on the side for him until he's back with Jade? Was you and her… doing things… part of how she let you be with him here?"

"I…" Sam was caught offguard, and suddenly her mind went blank. She knew what she wanted- to have Freddie all to herself and for them to just leave the world behind and spend the rest of eternity just eating, drinking, and making love. As insane as it seemed, somehow the more realistic option was now sharing him with Jade and Tori… which she didn't have a problem with- maybe take shifts so she could eat and drink, then sleep, then it would be her turn... everyday. She could dream, anyway… "Yeah… I don't know… we're still trying to figure out exactly what my place will be in their relationship."

"Your part in their relationship?" Carly knotted her brow, not expecting that answer. She slightly tilted her head and asked, "Are you— you aren't… are you planning… for like… all of you—considering to be… like all together?"

"I mean…" Sam cocked an eyebrow to hid the fact that Carly was closer to the mark. "Would it really be that crazy that four people who-"

"FOUR?!" Carly groaned out then launched herself face down onto the bed, making countless grunting and groaning noises, as if the information was literally burning her brain. Sam considered backtracking, but there wasn't much point in lying anymore. Carly deserved the truth since it had been hidden for so long. Finally, Carly turned over and looked up at a still stoic Sam, lost in her own thoughts and replied with a deep sigh. "Look… I'm not trying to judge you, Sam… it's just… this is a lot to take in: I just found out my best friends are kind of back together while one is still with his girlfriend and the other one had an entire relationship with another girl without letting me know and now there's this sister wives thing that you want to be in with them… or is Cat not a part of this… thing?"

"She's not…" Sam turned a sympathetic gaze to her friend, unsure of how to better unpack all of this insanity. She laid down beside Carly, now just focusing on the rotating fan as they worked through all the info dump. "It's just complicated…"

"It shouldn't be…" the web hostess shook her head and reached over to take Sam's hand in hers. "You watch all these movies and read these stories and it all just falls together so seamlessly. There's sometimes a bad guy or a mean girl in the way… but it's supposed to be pretty easy. Find a prince. Marry prince. Happily ever after…"

"Life ain't a fairy tale or a movie though… it's not supposed to be a story…" Sam muttered, taking a deep breath and remembering the literature class she took- the same that Freddie helped her with that day she realized she needed him back- and it all just felt way to real. "One the things I read… it was about how life is really just a random serious of events- it was never supposed to make narrative sense…"

"Not gonna lie, Sam…" Carly smirked for a moment, squeezing her best friend's hand, "… that was the deepest thing you've ever said."

"I'm telling you, Carls…" she shook her head, "I was wasting all my time in the classroom."

The pair stared up at the ceiling for what felt like a full hour, each lost in the immense thoughts that were growing more powerful by the moment, surrounded by the memories and revelations that each knew they couldn't exactly un-know ever again. Sleep was easily tugging on Sam and Carly was beyond jittery, her mind creating the images that Sam had created, wondering how Sam's experiences compared to her own.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" the blonde's eyes didn't fully open, but allowed for just enough light that she could see the nervous expression on her friend's face. "What's up?"

"I want to ask you something… thought I'm not entire sure how to word it..." the dark haired girl sat up and looked down at Sam, wondering what was going through her mind and if it was anything like what was overtaking her own. Sam waved her hand with a signal to go ahead, remaining comfortable on the bed. "Ah… So… since you have… you know… experience with both… what's it like for you, I mean, to be with a girl than say… with a boy?"

"Well, first off, I just have Freddie and there's nothing boy about that boy…" Sam took a deep breath, thinking on the mechanics of such a thing while slowly sitting up. "Honestly… I guess it really depends on the girl and the guy you're comparing. I told you all about Freddie, but he adapts to just about everything… I doubt that is true of most guys. The girls I've been with… well, they are different…"

"Different?" Carly caught her breath in her throat, images of her best friend sharing with Jade and Cat what Tasha had introduced to her, and it was truly an indescribable sight. But maybe Tasha was a one of a kind. "What do you mean?"

"It's a very different experience…" the former co-host sighed out as she tried to find the correct words to describe what those experiences were as Carly would no doubt ask very quickly, "… being with Cat rather than, say, with Jade… they are… just totally different people so they… feel different."

"I guess I don't… get it…" Carly moved around so she was facing and right up onto Sam. A year ago, such a position wouldn't have been a big deal as they were just female friends, but now… things just felt different. "How?"

"Well…" Sam cleared her throat, really starting to feel uncomfortable talking about the subject with her childhood best friend. She felt a sudden pang in realizing that she could have talked about this with Jade in a heartbeat, but was feeling all sorts of hesitation when it came to Carly, the one girl she thought she could share anything. She quickly chalked it up to not wanting to expose her to such an explicit subject when she was working on the assumption that her friend was still a virgin (assuming she didn't have more romantic tryst secrets to hide behind) and relatively sheltered. "I don't-"

"I'm sorry…" The brunette interrupted her before she could continue, "that was way too personal, and you were right that stuff wasn't my business."

"I don't mind… it's really ok, Carls…" Sam slightly shook her head and looked into her friend's curious eyes and wondered if opening this door would end her questions or just create more. "I ah, didn't know that you would want to talk about such a thing—I know we've talked about all that girly stuff with boys, and I wasn't exactly withholding when I told you about Freddie and your story with Tasha was pretty hot… but this is us… I didn't know how explicit you wanted to talk about it."

"Because I'm this innocent little virgin who hasn't done anything, right?" Carly cut her off, giving her a glare not to be patronizing. "Like I can't be a part of your life because I've still got my cherry?"

"Don't rush to lose it, Carls…" the former Ridgeway bully sighed out and ran her hand along Carly's forearm, "…trust me"

"I wouldn't do it… not unless I truly loved them…" Carly nodded her head, feeling more than a little embarrassed for her outburst. "I always kinda thought it would be me and Freddie honestly. Even had a few dreams about it…"

"You got me…" Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head with a grin. "Carly Shay really is a naughty girl…"

"You are such a butt…" the paler girl grinned and they shared a few laughs, before returning to the awkward silence, sizing one another up, Carly hoping for Sam to spill what she desired to know, and Sam hoping that Carly could remain the one normal piece of her life that wasn't a sex-obsessed soap opera. But they both couldn't get what they wanted here. "So… tell me about them…"

"Who?" Sam shrugged, knowing full well the answer, but wanting to annoy the curious Carly. A fuming look from her more sheltered friend broke through and she had to drop the act. "Cat and Jade?"

"Yes…" Carly said, scooting up onto her knees so she could revel in the story the way that Sam seemed to be for hers as well. "What were they like? When you were together?"

"Like I said… they were really different…" Sam huffed out, but a soft hand on her knees brought her attention back to Carly, and she knew there was no escaping the questioning any longer. "Cat was… you need to know her, honestly… but it was just like her- very soft and gentle and super attentive- and once we started hooking up as more than friends and knew each other well enough… I was the one that took the lead most, if not all, of the time."

"Wow… I guess I could never see that…" Carly whispered, wondering if Sam would take the lead as well as Tasha did or if it was a more… active kind of leadership she and Cat engaged in. "The soft and sweet thing… no offense… I just couldn't see that about you with anything. Except maybe Freddie…"

"Oh yeah… I'm super submissive with him…" Sam replied with a half smirk, giving off the signal she was joking, knowing all too well that it was the truth. He could snap his fingers when he was in that Beast mode and she'd go wild. Depending on her mood, Jade could do the same thing. "And Jade… well, again, it's easier to tell when you've met them, but Jade is an absolute bitch- mean, arrogant, and aggressive. And she's the same way in bed, really. It's usually rough, intense, competitive, and a battle of wills. Whoever loses that becomes basically submissive to the other. She's left me a blubbering mess sometimes and I've drilled her into a couch so hard, she left a full on indention."

"I'm sorry… drilled?" Carly's eyes went wide as she imagined all the ways that could be understood. Did Sam violently use an actual power drill on her? Was it used where she thought it was used? Was the drill bit taken off and replaced with random sex toys to flop around and smack them?

"Yeah… and don't make a big deal out of this…" Sam whispered, narrowing her eyes, prepared to unload a new secret and likely send her friend into a tailspin, "… but I used a strap-on."

"A strap on?" the brunette narrowed her focus on Sam's still more than a little confused. "What strapped on to what?"

"It's a toy, Carls… jeez… this is why I thought you were too sheltered for this…" the blonde huffed and worked to find a way to explain the toy without the awkwardness of going to her bag and pulling her own toys out. "It is like a harness thing… and a dildo goes on it… and it's like having a dick… a penis… and so you do sex stuff with it. Jade has a really nice one that I have used on her and Cat and I had one that we used a few times a week."

"Ohmygod…" Carly looked like she might faint at the imagery described, assisted with Sam tossing her hips forward as she explained how the toy worked. It was as sexy as it was unnerving. "I have zero words for that…"

"Yeah, Jade wasn't too talkative when we finished either…" Sam tried to crack a joke but Carly just looked like she was in a trance, her eyes blank, the mind behind them playing the scenarios in her head. Tasha had mentioned that she needed a toy- a vibrator- for her own enjoyment, but it was a hard purchase to make, not only due to her father, but also shame. "I was always the 'man' with Cat so it felt kinda natural with her to share that… Jade just wanted intensity and both of us delivered as best we could."

"So…" Carly started, shaking off the image before it became too unbearable… or too hot… and looked to Sam, who was also enjoying the flashback, "is it weird if I ask who was better?"

"Freddie."

"Not counting him… and you've already established that…" the dark haired girl rolled her eyes, starting to get tired of the lovesick puppy things Sam had with Freddie as it just fired up her curiosity and reminded her of the powerful wet dream from the other night. "I mean between the girls?"

"Between Jade and Cat? Hmmm…" Sam stared at her, unsure of how to handle the question, opting to just let the explanation happen out loud. "Depended on what I wanted. Cat was great for the lazy times when I didn't want to do much and I knew how she felt about me. Relaxing day on the couch, Kitty Cat between my legs… it really didn't get much better than that for relaxation. But Jade… best sex I've had with a girl was Jade, hands down. Intense, and raw, and unapologetic."

"What about kissing?" Carly asked, feeling a fire growing deep in her gut once more, and it was like her senses were heightening too, noticing the way that Sam's shirt clung to her body and the way her legs looked and the imagined faces she made during all the described actions. The only way to cool down was talk about the non-erotic parts. Or so she thought. "Who was the better kisser?"

"Again… kinda depends…" Sam clicked her tongue and thought on her relationships with both and once again, how different their kisses were, and how they tasted. "Cat was so sweet and soft and she loved quick and focused pecks. Jade was more like an animal when she got into it. Head gripping, long and deep, tongue-filled kisses, lip biting at times that were so full of hunger. Guess that's why one was my girlfriend and the other is my fuckbuddy…"

"Sam!" Carly went wide eyed, still not completely comfortable with the f word so easily being flung around, but, then again, making a big deal about it only proved Sam's point about her sheltered and moral nature. The sadder truth was that it was kinda hot and the more her already lust filled mind had to work for material, the better off she felt. "Tasha told me I was a good kisser… though I have no idea how I rank with all the people she's been with…"

"Why do I get the feeling you're fishing for something here?" Sam cocked an eyebrow, onto Carly's game long before the dark haired girl had even fully developed the plan. She turned her former cohost to face her, knowing that the fastest way to get this going was to just let it happen. "Might as well do it… before I change my mind."

"Are you-" Carly immediately stopped as Sam raised her hand with five fingers, slowly dropping one by one, signaling that this countdown was happening whether she was ready or not. The sweet and virginal girl placed a chaste kiss on Sam's lips that lasted the briefest of moments then pulled back, trying to convey a calm demeanor that she didn't actually feel anything, even though her insides were screaming to taste her lips again. "So…"

"Huh… that was… something…" Sam cleared her throat and felt a rush of heat up her cheeks. It had to be those plump and soft lips the blonde had thought about kissing more than a couple times, though wouldn't have dared to cross such a line a year ago. Probably three nights ago either. But now that she felt it- the soft and supple lip flesh and the sweet taste with a hint of mint from the brushing nearly an hour earlier, it was all she could do not to kiss her again. "Carly…"

"One more… just to make sure I'm doing it right…" She placed another, slightly turning her head to deepen it, trying to find a middle area between the described soft and sweetness of Cat and the tongue and lip usage of Jade. It felt good. Really good. Good enough that she didn't think that 'one more' was going to be that at all. Slowly, she pulled back and looked into Sam's eyes, searching for any kind of answer. "How do I compare as a kisser? Do I rank near them?"

Carly doesn't wait for Sam to answer, placing another chaste kiss on her lips then another, tilting her head from side to side until her kisses are lasting longer, deepening to the point where her tongue can't help but brush over Sam's lips and sweetly whimpers escape each of their throats.

"Mmmhmmm…" Sam sweetly began returning the kiss, allowing her dark haired friend to tease her tongue with the pink muscle, getting lost herself in the sweet affection. The softness with the emotion behind the kiss was starting to melt the tough as nails girl into truly savoring the feelings bubbling up, reminding her exactly how Carly intended: Cat's sweetness, but Jade's willingness to take chances and push things further.

Her right hand started trailing up Carly's thigh, over her hip and to her side until it wrapped around her back and pulled her closer until their chests softly touched, reminding each of their physical differences, but neither had any intention of calling attention to it.

"Mmmunnghmm…" Carly's whimpers grew louder as Sam started returning the kisses, vying for control, and the trailing hand started giving her goose bumps. The soft, larger chest against her chest felt warm and comforting through the shirt. Sure, they had pressed together a few times, especially with hugs, but this… this was something different- they were acting as one unit. She wrapped her arm around the blonde, wanting to feel her pink body and be closer to her dearest friend. She felt a growing desire for her, her body warming and feeling the growing tingling in her lower pelvis, something quite different as the curious rush that overwhelmed her with Tasha.

"Unnghh… Carls…" Sam finally broke the kiss and started kissing down her chin, then under it to make her way down the brunette's neck. "Feels like… we wasted a lot… of time… at sleepovers… not doing this…"

"I'm ok… with fixing that…" Carly closed her eyes and lifted her chin, allowing easier access for Sam to place butterfly kissing over and up her neck just below her left ear. Her breath hitched and she let out a deep, long sigh as she relaxed further and further in the blonde's embrace. "Make up for lost time…"

"Mama likes…" The former delinquent started her way back down the brunette's neck, wanting to taste every bit of her pale friend's neck until she reach the collar of her tight fitting shirt. She wanted more now though and didn't want clothing to get in the way of tasting and touching her skin. "Really like… to see… to taste… more of you…"

"Uh huh…" Carly replied, barely thinking hard enough to realize there wasn't a question involved. "Go… go ahead…"

"If this… too fast… or too much or whatever… you say something…" Sam uttered, letting her fingers grip the offending fabric, looking into her former cohost's eyes. She slowly rolled Carly onto her back until she sat up and straddled over her lower pelvis. She braced her hands on either side of the brunette's shoulders, regretting letting her go, and picked up trading soft kisses. "Your lips… so fucking good…"

"I like… I like kissing you too…" Carly continued to softly whimper into the kisses, her hands now traveling up Sam's body, one pausing to soft rest and instinctively squeeze the right breast while the right one finished to rest on her left cheek. "Always… was kinda jealous… of… these…"

"Don't be… lotta downsides…" The blonde moved her right hand off the bed, playfully started brushing up and down Carly's left side until her thumb started brushing across the outer edge of her small, but plump breast under the shirt. Her hand stopped on her side and she continued to brush her thumb over the center of the breast, searching for the nub hidden under it. "Yours are so soft… bet they don't sweat much… or hurt your back… or get you unwanted stares…"

"Better than no stares…" the dark haired girl whispered, looking down and not really wanting to ruin the moment with her envy. Which was why she instantly regretted her next question. "Bet Freddie loves them…"

"He… uh…" Sam started, clearly stumbling as she was pulled out of the moment. "Freddie is a boob guy, yeah… but he… you know what… let's not do this… this is about us, right?"

"Right…" she fired back, and Sam went right back to work, trying to act as if nothing had distracted her while the former web star could do little more but withdraw, feeling embarrassed. Sam's ever-hungry mouth, however, took care of that issue. Carly started moaning louder into the kisses, feeling her pink, relaxed pebble start to tighten and a tingling feeling running from it through her soft swell of tissue. "Feels… so good…"

"Kinda the point…" Sam kept up the attention as she playfully kissed, feeling it harden more and more under the tight shirt until she could catch it between her forefinger and thumb to softly tweak it. "There you are…"

"Ssssam…" Carly whimpered louder into the kiss, almost distressfully so, in response to Sam's touch that was causing an electric shock it felt like through the bud. "Too much…"

The tip is pushing up through the fabric of the shirt by this point. She squeezed through it, getting another whimper out of Carly before the tough blonde broke the trading kisses.

"Probably need a little relief, right?" She started moving down the brunette's jaw line then neck again, trying to kiss away the goosebumps until she stopped over her shirt and mouthed over her breast. She moaned and mouthed over it, the thin material separating her mouth from the pink life-giving nub. "Want mama to make it feel good?"

"Mmm-hmmm," the brunette swiftly nodded, her legs turning to spaghetti as her body was taken over.

"Thin shirt… bet I can taste you through it…" She pulled her mouth back slightly and suckled through the shirt, the added friction driving Carly wild with her increased moans and whimper with her hand squeezing harder and faster on Sam's breast for an outlet of her overwhelming feelings. "Always thought my tits were a curse… still do sometimes… until the first time I felt a mouth on them."

"I thought…" Carly breathed, trying to hold in her ecstasy for what was to come from her closest friend and now… lover. "I thought we weren't bringing Freddie up?"

"Never said his name… but yeah… he's a fan… and Cat was damn near religious about them…" She reached for the hem of the tight fitting T-shirt and started pulling up, revealing Carly's smooth, flat pale stomach—a shade that instantly reminded her of Jade, but tried to ignore it with the rest of her 'lover list'—and continued pulling up until she reached just under Carly's small, but perky chest. She gave a glance to her best friend's face for permission, despite knowing the answer already. "Picked up a few tricks from them…"

"I need…" Carly nodded her head, biting into her bottom lips and watched Sam in wonder, trying to ask, but not beg, for the attention. "I want you… to show me…"

"That was the plan…" She finished lifting up the shirt over her chest, pulling her arms up in the process and messing up her dark locks a bit before completely taking the shirt off, revealing the bare pale chest that she'd seen a dozen times before, but had never truly 'seen' until tonight. "Mmmhmm… Carls… you are beautiful…"

"Really?" Carly looked bashful, her cheeks flushing a bit now that she was topless in front of her friend and not just showing her a glimpse in the locker room when they changed for gym. "Not much to see or-"

"Cut that shit…" Sam gently pushed her back to lie down, placing a reassuring kiss on her lips, letting her hands move into Carly's and entwine their fingers, and moving the pale arms above Carly's head, before inhaling the plump pink lips of the brunette once more. "This is perfect…"

This wasn't some wild lust, and while there were some carnal desires driving things, this was the moment all doubts that this was a meaningless fling were out the window. These were not the kisses, nor the touches, of two people who were out to 'fuck' but to experience a deeper level to a relationship that now seemed without limit.

"Lay still…" Sam whispered as she placed butterfly kisses in a zigzag across Carly's upper chest, slowly making her way towards her perky and soft small B-cups. She kissed around the left pink nub, never touching the areola, flicking the tip of her tongue just around the outer edge, then backed away to watch the nub get even harder and Carly mewed. The moment there were actually pained sounds, Sam surrendered the tease and dove to kiss the left peak. "Mmmmhmmm…"

"Aiighhhunngh…" the brunette nearly screamed, wanting to cover her mouth, but Sam's grip wouldn't dare let her hands go, so she could do little more than bite her lip and try and hold back the storm of feelings. "Ohmygoddd…"

"That is just the start, Carls… relax…" Sam finally kissed her way around the pink nub, placing a gentle peck on the peak, then another, then another, and another to the tight pebble, getting it wet. She licked over it like a piece of hard candy, covering it in saliva while Carly's soft whimpers of pleasure filling her ears, followed by whimpers as the cold air contracted the delicate skin further. The blonde grinned at the sounds and sight of the borderline painful tease and wondered if she really was more like Jade than she cared to admit.

"Please… please… please… pleasepleaseplease…" Carly muttered over and over, now struggling with the dual feelings and she felt her mind breaking a little. "S-Sam…"

"Just having some fun…" Sam grinned, planting a kiss on the hardened nub, knowing that it was now time for Cat's signature, then latched her lips around the nipple and started softly suckling. Cat had a tendency to suckle for too long and run the risk of chapping, but when she was greedy for her taste, there were few who could worship her chest like the redhead. "Mmmhmmm…"

"Hhhholyyy Jeeeezaahhhh…" Carly's eyes went wide and let out a deep sigh from the direct attention, her breath hitching. After a few seconds of gentle 'nursing', she began to squirm a little bit from the attention, her entire breast tingling with pleasure that shot straight to her brain. "Don't… don't stop…"

"Not a chance…" She popped her mouth off of the pink pebble, leaving a bit of saliva covering it. She moved her mouth around it in a spiral, placing butterfly kisses over the plump flesh, driving away the goose bumps, then moved to the other one. "You're shivering… let mama warm you up, Carls…"

"Uh huh…" Carly rolled her head from side to side, her mind flooding with pleasure and how taboo it was in sharing such affection with her best friend. But the feeling meant more than some stupid rules about who she wanted and how she wanted them. This was her best friend, making love to her, worshipping her body like no one ever had, and that meant more than anything else. "Unnnghh…"

Neither could be sure how much time actually passed as Sam moved back and forth between Carly's budding breasts, sucking and savoring all of the pale flesh she could ever desire, while Carly felt trapped on the precipice of ecstasy.

"You… you doing ok?" Sam pulled her mouth away from the now flushed breasts, regaining her breath and sat back on Carly's thighs. She brought her hands down and absently rubbed her hands up and down Carly's side to continue her affection, just watching her brunette friend cool down. "Legit thought you might have stopped breathing a couple times…"

"Might have…" Carly huffed for breath past her pink lips and tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth, feeling the intensity of the heat throughout her body—which showed in her flushed cheeks and chest. Her hands moved to her face, hair, and chest, needing to feel them for this to truly be real. She thought she was on a verge of a release from the making-out and the breast worship. She certainly felt damp between her legs to the point she thought she had wet herself. "I've never… felt like… had anyone… just… just wow…"

"I aim to please…" Sam joked, but could easily see the condition she had left her friend and saw the need to slow things down before the poor thing exploded too soon. As reluctant as she may have wanted to share this level of intimacy with her initially, the last thing she wanted was to shortchange her dearest friend. She decided to reach out and partially sit her up, cupping her right cheek and bringing her lips to share a sweet kiss. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't love doing it…"

"Mmmhmm…" Carly moaned into her, quickly taking a submissive role, but her left hand went back up to palm over Sam's heavy mound. She gently squeezed then relaxed then slightly lifted then relaxed, just affectionately kneading it through the shirt. "Your boobs… are so hot…"

"Yeah… pretty hot… I'm thinking I might be overdressed now…" Sam pulled away from Carly only enough to sit up and grab the hem of her shirt. She pulled her shirt over her head then dropped her arms on either side of her, the garment tangled up in her left arm. She tossed the garment haphazardly to the side. She cocked her head to the side and softly smirked, letting her friend drink in her beauty, even if she rarely felt that way. "Now mama feels free…"

"Wow…" Carly's eyes went wide at seeing the soft, pale heavy flesh attached to her best friend's chest. She had caught glimpses and the outer edges of them when they changed for gym class or for bed here in the room, but that was before Carly realized how much she should have been focusing on them. Here and now, in the middle of their 'lovemaking,' getting a full view of the magnificent beauty of the pale, pink capped flesh fruits… there were no words in Carly Shay's dictionary for that feeling.

"You… uh…" Sam cocked an eyebrow and teased, "Like what you see?"

"Yeamabwow…" Carly couldn't verbally answer, outside of the strange guttural sounds her body had now decided to produce, but she tentatively reached her hand up, hesitating at the last moment before she placed her hand on the left fleshy orb. Her palm instantly felt warm and the softness captivated her as she gently wrapped her hand over the front of the hefty mound of flesh. "Totally not fair…"

She took a soft breath as she felt the weight and softness, testing it with a soft squeeze, feeling the slight different than Tasha's magnificent fleshy orbs and not just in stark contrast in color and size. Sam's were more full and rounder, whereas Tasha's were bigger and hung a bit.

"I just want… to return the favor… to taste you…" Carly dipped her head down and parted her lips then wrapped them around Sam's left nipple. She sweetly began to suckle, reminding her of what she did with Tasha and finding a new level of intimacy and safety with her brash friend. Maybe it was the salt of the sweat, but her flesh tasted incredible and the nipple hardened quickly in her novice mouth. "Mmmhmm…"

"Shitttt…" Sam closed her eyes, bit into her bottom lip and stifled a small sigh. She cupped the back of Carly's head and wrapped her right hand around her body, cradling her to her chest. She thought since her time apart from Cat, maybe her buds would level off in their sensitivity (not that Freddie had left them remotely untouched), but they tingling up a storm and causing her core to warm. She held back a chuckle that Carly seemed to really like her girls with the simple, affectionate sucking which caused flashes of memories of Cat doing the same to her many times, but this was her Carly, her best friend, and quickly washed away any unpleasant memories. "Feels… ffffuck… so good…"

Carly suckled and licked then suckled again, getting lost in the soft, nearly ashen flesh of the heavy mound while her left hand massaged the other orb of flesh. As much as she had enjoyed Tasha's tanned mounds, something felt deeper and more connected to Sam, probably due to her far deeper emotional connection. "I can't… believe… I am… doing this…"

"Mmmhmm… very glad you are…" Sam retorted, offering a slight push to guide her newfound lover to the other breast. "Mouth feels so warm… lips so soft against me…"

"I want to make you feel good…" Carly eventually popped her lips off, needing some air from all the suckling and not wanting to leave any marks on her. She moved her head up, snuggling her face against the side of the blonde's neck. "Like you made me feel…"

"Not done with you yet…" Sam brushed the back of her friend's head, comforting her and pulling her up for a quick kiss before the brunette moved to the other mound. The apartment was eerily quiet for the next several minutes, unable to hear Spencer or a television or even any traffic. Just the soft breathing of the blonde and the lip smacking coming from her pinkening chest. "I can't wait… to devour you…"

"What… did you say?" Carly eventually leaned backwards on the bed and looked up at a very hungry looking blonde that seemed desperate for this to continue. "Did you say you wanted to eat me?"

"No… but maybe a little…" Sam moved her hands up and down Carly's naked form, letting her fingers pause for a couple seconds on the edge of her pants. "Or a lot… depends on how much sleep you need, I guess…"

"I don't-"

"Just lay back and relax, Carls…" She scooted down and leaned forward, placing her lips delicately above the hem of the pajama bottoms. She gave a soft, lingering kiss on the flesh then moved over a spot to give another one, causing Carly to sigh deeper as her skin tingled from the gentle contact. She looked up and Carly, seeing the fear and desire about what was to happen next finally dawning on her. She softly asked, "But I don't… you know… have to if you're not sure about this…"

"Very sure…" Carly nodded her head, feeling the heat in her body rise, as she felt even more excited than she did when Tasha performed the act with her. She hooked her fingers over the top of the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties then slowly tugged them over her hips. She wiggled them a little bit back and forth, revealing more and more pale skin until she reached her crotch. "Haven't shaved in a couple days or so, so please don't-"

"I…" Sam's eyes went wide at seeing the nearly bald pink and quite beautiful opening glistening with a fine film of the much deserved arousal. She just had to take a few moments to admire the flower before forming the rest of her response. "I never use the word pretty… but that is a really pretty pussy…"

"Th-hank you…" the former web star managed as she slowly pulled down the bottoms and underwear down her smooth, pale stems until she reached her feet, where her hands met Sam's, ready to take over and finish the process of making her completely naked.

"I've been sleeping next to you a couple times a week for most of my life…" Sam shuffled back on her knees then leaned forward to rest on her stomach and bring her face to Carly's opening. She took a deep breath, smelling her friend's fragrance. "You even smell perfect… It kills me that I never once got to experience you until now…"

"Making up for lost time, right?" Carly did her best to add a touch of levity to the situation, but the blonde was already lost in adoration of what had always been a point of secrecy and shame for the brunette. "Please… touch me…"

Sam wasn't going to wait to be told again. She took a tentative lick up one petal then the other to take a full tongue full of Carly's nectar. She closed her mouth and moaned, letting the sweet flavor dance along her taste buds. Her mind instantly started comparing them to the other tastes of the girls she had gone down on, pegging her sweetness sweeter than Tori, but just short of Cat, with slightly less tang than Jade.

"AAIIIGHHunnghhh…" Carly went into near convulsions as she was tasted, and Sam had to place a calming hand on her thigh to keep her from bucking like a wild animal. Her voice however had already escaped and they had to pause for a second to hear if it alerted anyone.

Seconds passed as Carly's slit teased and taunted the blonde, hungry for more of her best friend's nectar to dance on her tongue. The anticipation did little better for Carly who could feel the hot breath of the primal hunger, needing to be sated. The fact that Sam was losing her underwear and shorts as well, revealing that this would soon be a mutual experience only made the brunette more giddy.

"Ok…" Sam whispered, unable to resist much longer, and reached up and grabbed a pillow to cover Carly's face, hoping she would take the hint. She instinctively stuck her tongue out again and swiped up and down the aching hole, moving from her perineum to the very edge of her hood. "Mmmunnglllghh…"

"uuuunnghh" the muffled voice cried out, her legs wobbling again, silenced by the pillow as Sam's vibrations teased her core. "mmmmmore…"

She could feel Carly trembling, knowing the girl was already close to her release and clearly not having much experience in trying to hold it back. She debated in slowing down, letting her enjoy it more, but she had already denied her once and she didn't have the heart to do something so cruel… at least to someone that wasn't Jade.

It only took a little more pressure, grabbing yet another move from the 'Freddie Benson Holy Shit! What the Fuck Did You Just Do to Me?!' playbook, she began creating letters with her tongue movements. Easily the least skilled at female oral of her 'square,' it was still more than enough to make the virginal cohost cream.

"Aiiiggihhhhheeee…" Carly grabbed the neighboring pillow and brought it over her face just in time to let out a scream, fortunately being muffled by the pillow as her body experienced pleasure she had only experienced once before with Tasha, and this was in a whole other league. Tasha coached her through Little League Lesbianism, but this was a graduation to the majors. "saaaaammmmmmmm…"

The blonde didn't slow down or relent as she let her mouth do what it did best second third best. The pale hips rolled to meet Sam's tongue and mouth that gently lapped away at her sex, staying just short of nailing the clit, as the hypersensitive brunette would like explode and burn her room down again.

"Ahhh aahnnngh…" Carly dropped the pillow away from her face and huffed for breath, her small, but perky chest rising and falling. "I think… I think I'm… whew…"

"How… was that?" Sam asked, knowing full well the answer, as she crawled up to rest on her side, propping her head up by her left hand and elbow on the bed. She lazily trailed her finger up and down Carly's tummy as the brunette took a few more breaths to recover. "I know I enjoyed myself…"

"That was… I don't know how you… did that…" Carly eventually turned and snuggled her face up between the hefty mounds of flesh, breathing in her friend's scent and mouthing a bit on the inner curvature of the right breast. She softly whimpered and moaned, relishing in her afterglow. "I've never… I…"

"Take your time…" The blonde rubbed a hand up and down Carly's side, playfully trailing her fingertips from her hips, up her side then back down again. "I've had a lot more experience. Cat, Jade, Tor… I mean, totally different experiences."

"Mmmhmm…" Carly just nuzzled and seemed completely oblivious to Sam's slip of the other notch in her proverbial bedpost. For a few moments, there was little more than the steady sound of breathing as the girls tried to get closer and closer, until finally Carly broke the silence with a nervous comment. "Should I… I can…"

"It's not a big deal…" the blonde said, really wanting to get off, but didn't want to pressure Carly, especially in the extremely vulnerable state she was currently in. "Tomorrow's my night with Freddie so…"

"Then I want to do it tonight…" Carly moved, pushing back on Sam to get her to lay down, and the blonde was a little relieved she didn't have to ask for reciprocation. She rolled onto her back and allowed Carly to throw her leg over her body and mount the blonde. "Never thought I'd have this view…"

"Like it?" Sam whispered, running her hands up and down Carly's thighs.

"Oh yeah… big fan…" Carly reached down and palmed over Sam's heavy chest, getting a renewed feeling of them. They felt a little firmer than Tasha's, but they felt better with the emotional connection she shared with the dirty blonde. "I still can't get over these…"

"Really? Even Freddie didn't obsess over them that much…" Sam rubbed her hands up and down the brunette's side, smirking up at her. "And that guy… nevermind… so you enjoy my girls?"

Carly was lost for a few moments in massaging them. Pushing them together, pulling them apart, her mouth watering to have the soft flesh at her lips once more. "They're… just… so… soft…"

"Well, if they were hard, that would be kinda fucked up…" the former bully teased, as she tried not to let the attention swell her ego any further. "I guess I could get fake ones. Big ol' plastic tits…"

"No…" Carly just moaned, seemingly unaware that this was just a joke scenario. Sam would have followed up with another joke or question about the spell she clearly was under when the brunette leaned down and started kissing on the left one in a spiral pattern until she latched onto the pink pebble. "Mmmmaahh, mmmaahh… mmmaahhhh…" she softly whimpered around the bud.

"Maybe you really will be like a Cat 2.0…" Sam whispered as she stroked the dark hair that spread across her chest. Carly suckled sweetly and the blonde began to grow more than a little tired. Getting eaten out was great, but the poor girl was clearly exhausted already. She thought for a moment and realized a possible middle ground without moving much more. "Come here…"

Sam guided her best friend's head reluctantly from the chest and brought her lips to her own and began to kiss her deeper and deeper. The brunette moaned into each and every movement tasting her own flavor and not hating it at all, wrestling the much stronger tongue of the former terror of Ridgeway. While they attempted swallowing one another's face, Sam began to move and shift her leg over Carly's, pulling her up and closer and before the brunette realized it, Sam's center was now pressing against her own.

"Let me show you…" the blonde grunted, trying to find the right way to grind for maximum effectiveness, "… something that… Jade… introduced me to…"

"Whuuughhhhh… aaahhh…" Before blurting any real question, and Carly had a few, the brunette found herself in a very different, seemingly impossible position, body pressed tightly against Sam's and her own dripping, freshly spent core 'kissing' her long time friend's. "This is… I mean… unnghh…"

"Normally… this would be about power… control…" Sam heaved, rolling her hips in time with the gasps the less experienced girl released, thinking back to how she and Jade jockeyed for dominance whenever they would 'dance' together, "… but this… this is about us… about sharing things…"

"Uh huh…" Carly mewed out, pressing her face into the meaty shoulder, hoping the pink skin of her partner, in more ways than one now, could silence any noises that would inevitably come. Her hands had stayed planted on Sam's heavy chest and she felt a little bad for using the orbs like stress balls as the nervousness of the experiences that were going down tonight. "I feel… I feel so good…"

"Taste good too…" Sam muttered, reaching down and gathering a sliver of nectar from the former web star on her middle finger and bringing it up to her lips. Carly didn't hesitate, but simply locked eyes with the usually aggressive blonde and opened her mouth to wrap around the digit, eager for the flavor. "Don't you agree?"

"Mmmmhmmm…" Carly practically moaned on the finger, sucking slightly, showing off that if… or when… Freddie got to share a night with her, she might have some oral skills as well. The flavor was certainly different- a slight sweetness and tang that she never dared taste of herself before but found it a welcome taste. As their hips continued to grind, her eyes fluttered as she pulled the finger out and kissed along Sam's neck. "Can I… taste you?"

"Not sure I can compare… but ok…" she quickly whispered, quickly dipping inside herself to get a little more than she took from Carly, and brought it up to her nervous lover's lips. Carly took the finger, smelled for a moment, biting her lip slightly as she just reveled in the scent. "You ok?"

"Yeah… I just…" the paler girl grinned, her cheeks reddening slightly. "I just realized… that after tonight… I'm going to know what your… pussy… tastes like. Like, I won't be able to look at you and not know how you taste and feel, and smell, and it's all… it's so much better than I would have imagined… no going back…"

"Carls, we passed 'no going back' when you kissed me…" Sam chuckled, shaking her head and beginning to pull her hand back when Carly finally latched onto it, moaning even louder this time, and she could feel the soft pink tongue that battled her own wrapping and slurping every bit of her juices off the digit. "Meet those wild expectations, Shay?"

"And then some…" she replied, with a notable pop as the phalange escaped. "I wouldn't mind returning that favor when you're ready…"

"Maybe in the morning…" Sam said, happy to note that the reciprocity would come soon enough. "Tonight, I think we are both kinda tired… I know you seem it… don't wanna too much… too fast… and all that…"

"Can you… will you… cum… like this?" Carly's breath hitched as she imagined her closest confidant experiencing the kind of rush and explosion that she had delivered to her. Sam nodded, and Carly regained her focus, and seemed to get the picture and started grinding as well, starting to understand the blonde's rhythm, meeting the thrusts and gyrations with her own, and she had to admit that this really did feel pretty exhausting. And then Sam nearly struck her with lightning, sending every ounce of air from her weak lungs. "I think… you're… and my… our… buttons are… touching…"

"Mmmhmmm…" Sam simply nodded, reaching for Carly's leg to get a better angle, so that their swollen clits could grind and 20,000 nerve endings could be electrified at once with pure unadulterated ecstasy. "Momma needs to cum… stay… stay with me…"

"All night…" she nearly squealed back in response, her eyes welling up with what felt like tears, but this was anything but a sad occasion. She wanted to release a bloodcurdling scream, but Sam's flesh filled her mouth fast, the blonde pressing the paler face against her pink neck. "aaaaaiiiiiii!"

"Al… almost there, Carls…" the blonde huffed, knowing that with her inexperience and recent release, Carly should be well on the way to another release, and knowing her own body well enough after a hundred or so orgasms, Sam knew that they could do this together. Something that would certainly cement their special relationship. And given the sweet and soft nature, it would be something to add another layer to forgetting about Cat. "Keep it up… let's… let's do this together…"

"Not sure… I caaaaaaaannnnnn…" the words sounded like a pained whimper as Carly's body shook against Sam's, forcing the stronger girl to grip her tighter, and comfort the pale, sweet star, stroking her sweaty back with a bit of reassurance that this was going to be special. "Just… just be quick…"

"Mmmhmm…" Sam grunted as she reached and began frigging their pressed clits, in a quick, but focused manner, hoping that the overstimulation wouldn't absolutely destroy her bedmate, or worse, result in a sound that Spencer couldn't sleep through. Then it hit… the fiery blast that was bursting, giving her only a moment to gather her words, blurting, perhaps a touch too loud, "Now!"

"SSSSSSSAAAIIiiighhhhhhunnnghhh!" the brunette gave away in an instant, becoming little more than a ragdoll in a hurricane as the storm tore through her vulnerable body, held seemingly on Earth by the powerful, yet sensual blonde that sent on the journey. Her legs flopped and core clenched onto just air as she came, leaking like a sieve onto the sheet between them.

"Yesssss…." Sam, meanwhile, let out a soft gasp and shivered for only a few moments, letting the afterglow start seizing her body right away. It wasn't the most powerful release she ever had with a girl, but it certainly was one of the top five in how special and emotionally connecting the act was. Carly would need a little time to recover, but it was unlikely either would ever forget this moment.

"That was…"

"Yeah… it… really was…" The blonde slid her leg back over and pulled Carly down with her, so that they lay facing one another, bodies a bit sweaty, but feeling more alive than either had ever felt in this room. They didn't have to talk, and barely did for the rest of the night. Their minds had become one as they shared the experience that changed them forever, meeting as one, lost in a physical act that tightened their spirits. Mostly because this was so different than anything either had ever experienced.

No fights for control. No dirty talk. No fears of consequences. No doubts about sharing this feeling forever.

Not tonight at least.


So another chapter down, now revealing that our sweet Miss Shay isn't quite as innocent as previously thought. I know some were really looking forward to the Cam relationship and I hope we have delivered on that front. Of course, as with all things, choices have consequences, and while a triangle is a strong shape, a square can have quite a few issues, and a pentagon... well, that's just a house of cards. Even with all of that, things are expanding fast, and as we check in on the LA group next time, yet another new character will be arriving to the scene. Thank you as always for reading and please... please review/comment. I'm not going to say that more reviews mean faster posting... but I'm also not saying that it wouldn't inspire such a thing... Either way, hope you dug it and until next time.