Freddie's Apartment: Sunday 2:18 A.M.
It took all of two minutes before Sam had the front door to the Bensen's apartment opened. Her lack of application in school and her low average grades were in no way a true representation of her sharp intellelect. Sam was smart, more so than Carly, and in some ways smarter than Freddie. Sam's ability to cope with less than desirable life circumstances, and not be druggie, hooker or thug was her real report card.
Getting the door open was the easy part. Sneaking into Freddie's room without waking Mrs. Benson was not so easy. She would freak out if she knew (1) how easy it was to break into her apartment and (2) that I, a scantily dressed and obviously hot girl, was sneaking into Freddie's room. His mother was the most uptight, possessive and anal woman she knew. The idea of Freddie getting it on with any girl would probably drive her to the psychiatrist. Yes, Freddie's mom could be an asshole but she was a good mom. Freddie was fortunate to have a mom you could count on. Sam often wished for a mom like that.
Sam sped across the living room as quietly as possible. She noticed that without a bra, her tits easily bounced beneath the wife beater. "I've got some great tits," she proudly thought, "way better than Carly." One thing is true about teenage girls; they love their tits. Well, that is if they have good tits. If the tits are bad, you can guess they are either saving up for a boob job or layering clothes to hide their shitty pillows. Sam was fortunate, she had the tits that guys dream about; perky, firm and not too big or small. Her tits were just right.
On the other side of the living room was a short hallway, that's where she needed to be. Freddie's room was the first door on the right. She had been inside his room a lot of times, but never this late, and never with perky, bouncing tits. She stood there a second to collect her thoughts. "I'll go in, quietly wake the nerd from whatever freakish dream he's having, explain the DVD problem, tell him to get his ass over to Carly's to fix it, and then get the hell out of there." Perfect plan.
She slowly opened the door and the first thing she noticed was a night light. "Damn," she whispered, "that puss sleeps with a light on." As she sneaked into his room, she decided the light was a good thing. It made it easier to do what she came to do. It was way better than blindly bumping around, or cutting the overhead light on, which might cause Freddie to squawk out when he woke, which would no doubt wake momma Benson. The light was also one of those room air fresheners, which made the place smell like fruit salad. "Shit," she thought, "this room smells good enough to eat."
She stood by Freddie's bed. He was lying sprawled out, with nothing on but boxers. His covers were thrown to the side and it looked as if he had been tossing a lot in his sleep. Freddie really was a good guy. No matter how shitty he got treated, he was always there to help anybody that needed help. Carly thought she was too good for Freddie, but the truth is, Freddie was too good for her. "What an idiot," Sam thought. "That big headed bitch ought to be glad to be Freddie's girlfriend".
Sam looked down at Freddie. His body was slightly twitching and his face muscles jumped in tiny spasms. She smiled and thought to herself, "I'd like to know what you're dreaming about Freddipoop. I bet it's as nerdy as a dream can get" Sam leaned over and gently took hold of his shoulders. They felt good in her hands. She was kind of impressed that his muscles were hardening up. She shook him slightly and whispered his name. That's when it happened.
Freddie's left hand suddenly shot up Sam's side, and he took hold of the back of her neck. He pulled her face to his and their mouths collided. He shot his tongue into her mouth, while at the same time his right hand had found its' way to her tit, squeezing it with gusto. It happened so fast she had no time to react, she was in a state of shock while Freddie continued to go into full power make out mode.
Sam's hormone filled body was overwhelmed by Freddie's lips, tongue and hands. Her head began to swim and she could feel her face getting hot. Also, it felt really good to have her tit massaged. The pressure of Freddie's hand produced waves of pleasure that further induced a state of sexual intoxication. For the first time in her life, she was experiencing real sexual arousal. The weirdest feeling, however, was this burning, aching sensation, which she began to feel between her legs. Before she knew it, her tongue was in Freddie's mouth and she was returning his kiss. Her right hand shot down his stomach and beneath his underwear, her fingers encircled his cock. It felt different than she expected, hot, firm and smooth. It also jerked when she squeezed it and as she slowly stroked it, his hips arched to meet her motion.
This was all happening too fast. One second she was shaking Freddie, the next his tongue was in her mouth and she was jacking him off. It was almost too much for her to stay conscious. She hadn't been breathing while their mouths had been stuck together, and she had to break away just to keep from passing out. As she pulled away from his mouth, Freddie's hips bucked, something warm and wet shot from his cock, and he groaned, "I love you." Then his eyes opened and Freddie woke up.
He opened his eyes to a shocking situation. Sam was sitting on the side of his bed, he was squeezing her tit and she was stroking his cock. As the fog lifted from his mind, he looked at Sam and with a confused and somewhat frightened expression said, "Sam, what are you doing here? She looked at him for a second and then realized the fucker had been asleep. She quickly sat up and extracted her hand from his hard and sticky dong. For the first time in her life, she was dumbfounded.
All she could say was, "Freddie, this is not what it looks like."