Sam looked down as she was passing by Carly's desk and snatched up a paper clip. "I'll need you" she thought, as a smile began to spread across her mouth. Sam loved the thrill that came with breaking and entering; to her it was the only way to go into a room.
"Wait Sam," Carly called out, you might want to put a robe on or something. Your tits are bouncing way too much in that shirt." Sam had her sleeping clothes on, which consisted of guy boxer shorts, and a wife beater tank top, sans the bra. This was a sexy outfit in general and Sam's recently expanded tits, plumped up ass and curvy legs made it a super sexy outfit. Deep down Carly was a little jealous of Sam's figure, and she didn't want Freddie getting any ideas of becoming Sam's stalker, instead of hers. Carly did enjoy his attentions and she wanted to keep it that way.
Sam stopped, turned and replied, "ah, robes are for squares. Anyway, I'm not going to be there long enough to require putting on extra clothes. I'm just going to wake that dork, tell him to get his ass over here, and then pop out." With that, Sam resumed walking, leaving Carly with a somewhat worried look on her face.
Freddie's Room, Sunday 2:15 A.M
Freddie ran his fingers through Sam's hair, cradled her head, and brought her mouth to his. Her tongue rammed into his mouth and he greedily began sucking on it. The sweet taste of her juices was intoxicating and Freddie wanted more. As she gently chewed on his bottom lip, he traced a path from her shoulders to her tits. He took them into both hands and gently squeezed, as his thumbs moved in circular orbits around her tiny nipples. Sam groaned as she traced her tongue along his teeth. She was killing him. His cock throbbed as his desire for Sam reached the danger point. He broke away from her mouth long enough to gasp, "I love you."
This was the most common of Freddie's wet dreams. In a few minutes he would awaken with a very sticky crotch and the need to take a shower.