Author's Note- In this chapter, there is a MATURE rating. Stop reading if you are under 18.

Chapter Seven: iDate Melanie

Melanie insisted that they return to the exact same location of their first date. She was wearing a shimmering silver dress as the rock music started to play. She drug him over toward the dance floor.

"Ohhh Freddie, I am so excited," Melanie said. "Will you dance with me?"

"You really want to get that close to me, Sam?" Freddie asked, raising one eyebrow.

She gave him a gorgeous, sweet smile. "Of course I do," she said as she took his hand. "But I am not Sam."

"I know you want me, so you can stop pretending now," Freddie said. He had decided he would go along on this date with Sam, who insisted on calling herself Melanie.

Melanie gave him a baffled look. "Why don't you believe me?" she asked, sounding pitiful.

"I know you like to mess with me," he said. "I know you like to make my life a living hell."

"Freddie, I really am Melanie... and I think you're cute. I'm sorry Sam treated you so badly. You didn't deserve that," she said. "Now come on."

She started dragging him away toward the dance floor. He didn't protest. He just went along with it. He would play along, if that's what it took. For the rest of the night, she wouldn't be Sam - She'd be Melanie, Sam's twin sister, even though he knew it was a lie.

"Ohhh Freddie," she said in a dreamy voice, snuggling up to him. "You feel so strong and muscular."

Freddie didn't hear the music playing, he could only feel the sensation of her body pressed tightly against his. Sam's body! *Ohhh my God, what am I doing?* he thought. *Am I actually enjoying Sam's body pressed against mine?!"

Freddie let his hands wander during the dance, caressing up and down her back, then sliding down toward her ass. She let out a little gasp, feeling his hands cupping her buttocks as the music ended.

"Let's go home," he said huskily. "Back to my place."

He watched her expression, waiting for her to protest or for her to push his hands away. He gave her ass a sharp, little squeeze. How far would Sam take this? Would she let him go all the way?

To his surprise and shock, a huge smile formed upon her face. "Alright, Freddie," she said. "Let's go to your place. I want to be alone."

Freddie was floored. Sam wanted to be alone with him?! My God! What the hell did she have planned for him... his painful demise?!

"My mom's at work... so we'll be alone... VERY alone, if you know what I mean," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Melanie let out a cute, little giggle. "Ohhh Freddie!" she said as her butt did a dance within his hands. "Can we make out?! PLEASE?!"

"Sure," he said as she looked at him adoringly. "If that's what you want."

"Yay!" she said as she jumped up and down. He lost his grip on her butt when she danced around in excitement.

"Promise me you won't mess up my lipstick?"

Freddie nodded, flabbergasted. Her lipstick? She was NOTHING like Sam. Melanie was getting on his nerves. She was sickening sweet, prissy, and not really much fun. Freddie was bored. He found himself missing Sam- the REAL Sam. He was even missing fighting with her.

~*~O~*~

When they got back to Freddie's apartment, he broke the news to her. "Listen, Melanie," he said. "This really isn't working out."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well," he said softly. "I don't really think you're my type."

"Who's your type?" she asked. "Sam?"

"Maybe."

"No, Freddie, you want me," she said.

She was pushing him down on the couch. He fell on it's surface as she crawled on top of him, clawing at his clothes with her long pink nails. "What are you doing?" he asked, going into a panic.

He tried to push her off, but she was determined to get him naked. Although he was tempted by her and her sexy body, he knew it wouldn't work. Melanie and him just didn't mix. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted Sam. The REAL Sam.

"Stop it," he groaned.

She pushed her pelvis tightly against his. Despite his protests, he was getting an erection. "Ohhh please, Freddie, make out with me," she begged. "You said you would."

With each word, she bumped her pelvis erotically against his. "Ohhh God," he moaned. He was rock-hard and throbbing.

Freddie Benson needed to cum.

Feeling him throb against her, she smiled triumphantly. "You said I wasn't your type... but Little Freddie says you're lying," she purred.

Before Freddie could stop her, her hand slid down his pants. She grasped the thick protuberance that throbbed between his thighs. "Ohhh Freddie, you're so big. You're soooo hard!"

"STOP!" he squeaked but she didn't listen. She was fondling his meat, making it huge inside his pants.

"I know you want me, Freddie. That's it. You're going to cum! You're never going to break up with me!" she said as she was jerking him off.

*Ohhh God, I am dying... and I am going to hell!* Freddie was thinking. He didn't realize he was thinking out-loud.

He had no clue who was making him cum! Was it Melanie OR was it Sam? He suddenly didn't care!

As she squeezed and caressed him, he started to spill. Gushes of his white-hot seed rushed out of his cock. She was kissing him, her tongue teasing his. He was completely lost in the ecstasy of his orgasm.

Although he didn't know it, they weren't alone. His mother had came home early.

"Fredward Benson!" she gasped, staring down at him in disgust.

What in the world was that Sam girl doing to HER baby?! Did that evil she-demon corrupt her sweet, darling little Freddie?

"Mom, I- I..." Freddie stammered after he managed to push Melanie away. "It's not... it's not what it looks like... I..."

"There's that horrible Demon that hurts my little Freddie!" she said as Melanie crawled off of him.

Mrs. Benson was frantic as she picked up a can of disinfectant. She began to spray Freddie's body up and down with it. He began to choke upon the fumes.

"Ohhh Mom, what are you doing?" Freddie cried.

"Washing the demon-girl's germs away!" she answered. "What did she do to you, Freddie? Did she touch you? Did she infect you with her wickedness?"

Freddie held his arms up in an attempt to stop the spray. "No... no, nothing. She didn't infect me," he said, although he knew it was a lie.

Freddie Benson was lying through his teeth. Melanie... or Sam- whoever she was- had infected him for sure. He was a womanizer now! He was in lust with the girl who had been all over him on the couch.

"Get out of here, blond demon!" Mrs. Benson shouted. "Get away from my little Freddie!"

"I am sorry, Mrs. Benson," Melanie said. She sounded genuinely sorry and her apologies were very un-Sam-like. Freddie was baffled by the embarrassment she displayed.

WHO had just been kissing him? He was soooo damn confused.

He watched as she walked out. "Melanie!" he called out. "Or is it... is it Sam?"

She was gone. She didn't hear his desperate plea. Freddie was left all alone with his mother.

"Fredward, we have to have a little talk," Marissa said as she took his arm and eased him down on the couch.

"Talk about what?" Freddie asked. He was distracted by his own crazy thoughts. Who was she- the girl who had made him cum?

"We need to talk about girls... and about condoms," Mrs. Benson said as if those were the most foul words she had ever uttered in all her life.

"Ohhh, Mom," Freddie sighed. He dropped his head in his hands.

What a night this had turned out to be! He HAD to break up with Melanie. He absolutely couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to be a womanizer. It was OVER!

Tomorrow he was breaking up with another girl.