So I realized... I have no clue where I want this story to go. I guess I'm near the end now after writing this. Sorry if it seems abrupt, I just kinda have no where to go.
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Ecstasy. Pure pleasure. That was what the two of them were feeling. The two were lost in each other, completely oblivious to the world around them. Carly had screamed when she saw what was going on, but they had failed to notice. Sam and Freddie were as close as physics would allow them to be. They sat just like that, Freddie penetrating her, for close to a minute, just staring into each other's eyes. Finally, Freddie snapped out of the trance and notice Carly to his left standing in awe.
"Uhh, uh Sam?"
No response.
"SAM!" Sam was startled. She looked around and saw Carly standing at the door, still naked. It was then she noticed a rather.. filling feeling and she looked down to see what was causing it. She looked up at Freddie who was staring at her with a confused look and she slapped him. She stood up, removing him from her, and walked out of the studio. Carly was still in shock.
"What.. was.. that about?" she asked.
"Look Carly, it's not what it looks like. I-"
"Was... DOING MY BEST FRIEND!"
"Carly, I can explain!"
"What! She slipped, fell, landed on your dick??" [A/N Anyone who can guess where that line came from gets an e-cookie]
Freddie thought about it for a minute and then chuckled. "Actually that is exactly what happened." Carly looked at him with a confused and disgusted look. "Alright, lemme explain. See, you left and Sam came over and starting kissing me, and then grabbed my... thing and started rubbing it against her." Carly stared in disbelief. "We moved down to the bean bag chair and she kept doing it, except she moved her panties off to the side. I heard the stairs creak so I kept trying to get her off of me but she kept pulling herself back. The last time she did, I just went up inside her. It was completely by accident, Carly I'm sorry!" He didn't know why he had to apologize, but he felt he had to.
"She... came onto you? That doesn't seem like Sam."
"Maybe it was the booze? I honestly don't know. I just went along with it because..." He trailed off. He was going to say something but decided against it. Carly looked like she was about to say something, but he cut her off. "Can we put our clothes back on?"
"Yeah, sure, I don't see why not."
"Well the game wasn't a total waste."
"What do you mean?"
Freddie started putting on his pants just as Carly got hers on, "I got to see four immaculate boobies," he said with a smirk on his face.
"You, are a pervert. But thanks." She blushed, "your goods aren't too bad either," she said, giving him a wink. Freddie smiled.
"Hey, where did Sam go?"
"I don't know, it sounded like she went downstairs."
"I'll go find her. You clean up a bit here."
Freddie left the studio without his shirt on. He walked downstairs and saw Sam in the kitchen. She had the no empty bottle of vodka. When she saw him, she immediately looked away. He decided to try his luck and confront her.
"Sam... did you finish the rest of this bottle?"
"What's it to you?"
"There was quite a bit left... you might get sick."
"Mama don't get sick, now leave me alone."
"Sam..." He approached her. "Can we talk about what happened back there?" She continued to ignore him. "We are going to have to talk about it eventually. Do you really wanna tackle it sober?" He made a good point. She turned toward him, still shirtless, but Freddie didn't notice. She looked down and then back up at him. She studied his face and opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. She stared at him again and chuckled to herself.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing... it's just..." She grabbed his head and kissed him. When Freddie comprehended what was going on, he broke it off.
"No no no. You can't just keep doing that."
"But I want to!"
"Sam, you're drunk. You don't know what you want." She slapped him. She regained her composure and started talking as if she was completely sober.
"How dare you. I may be drunk, but I still know what I want. Yes, we just had sex. Yes I just lost my virginity when I was drunk, but I'm not going to regret it in the morning. You are the perfect guy for me, and I have realized this. Sure, it took me getting drunk TO realize it, but I still did. If you don't like me, fine. That's good for you. I'm still not going to regret anything I have done tonight. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to grab a shirt."
She walked upstairs. Freddie stood in the kitchen, completely dumbfounded.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
