A/N: I live! Finally, my hard-drive is recovered and I can continue working on this story. I did want this chapter to be much longer, but I decided to just sprouse up what I had before losing my data and post it as soon as possible. I'm not too sure when the next chapter will be out, due to the mountain of school work I am currently buried beneath, but it shouldn't take any longer than two weeks and it will be lengthier than this one, by far, so remember to pick up your reading spectacles. What? You wear a monocle? That's pretty classy, gotta say.
The next morning, Carly wakes up to quite the surprise. As the sunlight peers through the slits of her blinds mounted upon the windows, she rolls backwards into what she knows as an erection. Only, she doesn't quite realize it at first.
"Sam, get your elbow out of my back." Carly shifts against the solid appendage, trying to lessen her discomfort. The blonde continues to sleep, blissfully unaware and snoring softly. A few uncomfortable moments pass, and soon Carly becomes conscious enough to realize Sam's elbow was typically much higher up on the blonde's anatomy.
Tensing immediately, Carly turns around slowly and peeks under the covers to confirm that she has just made her first physical encounter with Sam's male part. Trying not to gawk at the physical evidence, it seemed almost surreal to see the tent that was very present in Sam's basketball shorts. Although Sam was in a resting state, this particular system seemed very alert.
After consciously forcing herself not to look at it for what felt like an eternity condensed into what was more like thirty seconds, Carly checks to see if the sleeping blonde was still afflicted. She was. Momentarily at a loss, Carly finds herself dropping the covers and urgently shaking the blonde awake.
Sam rubs at her eyes tiredly. "Wha..." She yawns. "Why'd you shake me?" Sam asks groggily, now conscious enough to sit up and give Carly a slightly irritated look.
Carly clears her throat and sits back on her haunches. "Something happened," she says, gesturing vaguely south on the blonde. Now that Sam was no longer lying down, the covers had fallen off of her lower half enough to reveal… the situation.
Looking down at herself, Sam sees her perfectly normal morning erection and grins. She points to it. "You woke me up because of this."
"Way to state the obvious," Carly retorts, crossing her arms over her chest, even further nonplussed that Sam sighs in a burdensome fashion, like the brunette was a child that just needed a minor correction. "It was jabbing me in the back," Carly supplements.
This makes Sam laugh. She runs a hand through her unruly blonde tresses and smiles into her palm, pink lips parting enough to show her teeth. Carly finds that it really doesn't help when Sam does remarkably cute things after doing something rude. "I'm sure that it was not jabbing you."
"That isn't the point!" she insists with a hint of indignity. "Why is it like that?" she demands.
Sam shakes her head. "I cannot possibly believe you don't know about morning wood." She slings her arm loosely around Carly's shoulder so that their shoulders are touching. "Listen here, kid. I'm about to tell you a magical story," she says in a classic story-telling voice.
The brunette wrinkles her nose, nonplussed. "Quit making fun of me and just tell me, or I'm going to tickle your feet," she threatens.
"Okay, fine." Sam backs off, hands raised in surrender. That was a fairly serious threat in her books. "Sometimes I wake up like this. It's normal." The blonde lets out a small chuckle a moment later as she considers her words. "Well, I mean as normal as I can possibly claim under these circumstances."
"Right." Carly understood that Sam had very… unique circumstances, but that only causes the burning feeling in her cheeks to worsen as her mind races with a million different thoughts. "Are you circumcised?" The brunette blurts before covering her mouth hurriedly. "I meant to ask that with more tact," she assures the blonde. If she had thought it through properly, she wouldn't have asked at all, but she doesn't mention that.
Sam grins with her eyebrows pulling together slightly, obviously not expecting the question. "No," she says, not missing a beat. There's a slight quietness lingering between them. Sam leans towards her best friend. "Are you thinking about my manhood?" she asks quietly, a playful smile on her soft pink lips.
Carly gawps at her best friend's bold accusation, and it would be a lot less terrible if she wasn't right to some degree. "Wait, did you just say 'manhood'?"
Sam shrugs. "I called it my package last night, and you nearly fainted," she claims with a smirk and Carly balks indignantly at the exaggeration.
"I did not!" she defends weakly, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's just, well, I don't know what to call it."
"A good place to start would be 'penis,' I think," Sam teases, several shades of delighted when Carly hides her reddening face in her palm at the mere mention of the word. "I guess we'll stick with 'manhood,'" Sam says, tugging a little at the hem of her shorts in an attempt to make her straining member more comfortable within its confines.
Carly bites her bottom lip, noticing the way that Sam was pulling at her basketball shorts, causing her member to bob slightly with the material. Carly tries not to look down, but it was proving… difficult. "I-I just blurted it out when the question came to mind," she admits.
"It's okay if you're curious. You said that I shouldn't be afraid to tell you things, so you shouldn't be afraid to ask me things." The blonde puts her arm around the brunette's shoulder. "It's okay," she reiterates. Just as Carly begins to feel the gravity of missing a couple hours of sleep and relax into the warmth of Sam's arm around her shoulder, it disappears as the blonde slides her way off of the bed. "Now, I have to pee, before I explode."
"Thanks for the pleasant update," Carly says, watching her friend retreat. A thought strikes her. "Wait!" she calls after Sam, who turns around with an eyebrow arched. Carly takes a moment and makes sure that she really wanted to continue. She does. "Do you pee standing up?"
Sam smirks. "Wanna find out?"
"Sam!" Carly admonishes, blushing like mad.
The blonde shrugs. "I didn't hear a 'no,'" she remarks as she makes her way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. As Sam is removed from view, Carly can do nothing to halt the wave of uneasiness that crashes upon hek. Nervously swiping her tongue across her lips to moisten them, the brunette could not stop her thoughts from bringing up that she had basically ground herself against her friend's engorged sex organ from within the half-way haze of sleep. Yes, it was purely accidental, and Sam more than likely had no idea, but that didn't stop Carly from feeling on edge. Not to mention the fact that she completely flipped out over something that was completely normal to Sam. Carly starts to worriedly wonder if she made her best friend feel uncomfortable. Carly groans, feeling like everything is a mess now that she is left along to think.
The sound of the sink running is heard and when Sam comes out of the bathroom, her situation seems much less dire. "What a relief. I was starting to get lightheaded," she jokes while making her way back over to the bed.
Carly laughs nervously, but if Sam notices her friend's uneasiness, then she doesn't say anything. "Do you want to go downstairs?" Carly asks, hoping a change in location could make her feel less awkward.
Sam looks at the clock on the nightstand and snorts. "Yeah, right. I'm going back to sleep." Sam plops back down into her spot and nestles into the pillow with her eyes closed. At this point, Sam is soft enough to lie on her stomach comfortably, which she does. "Feel free to wake me up when Spencer makes breakfast."
Carly sighs. She is actually feeling pretty tired herself still, considering how early it is. She lies down as well. By this time, Sam is already fast asleep, leaving Carly with her thoughts. Why was she feeling this turmoil? She found herself dearly hoping that Sam didn't pick up on the way she became so rattled. The brunette can't help but feel like she could have handled the whole situation a little better. Frustrated with herself, Carly puts it out of her mind. She tries, honest.
A/N: We made it through another chapter! Please continue to support this story by reviewing, it's really the only feedback that I get. Feel free to review if you like the story, have a suggestion that could help me improve my writing, or even if you hate the story and want to burn me at the stake! In fact, it would be really cool to get that kind of feedback, since I'm totally into that kind of kinky stuff. Also, I've posted a Victorious one-shot, so check that out if you dig that fandom, or just want to enjoy more of my writing. Until next time, kids!