Sam Puckett
I collapsed on top of Carly in her bed, naked, sweating and sticky from all the cum. "Damn, Carly!" I said, kissing her again. "Damn! I'm a virgin, and I know that's good sex!"
"Same here," said Carly, kissing my bellybutton. "Damn, Sam! I never thought I'd be in love with you!" Carly looked into my eyes, her warm black ones penetrating my consciousness and sending a chilly shiver down my spine, something that was so much more than sex. "I love you, Sam. I love every…" she kissed my neck. "…lovely…" My lips. "…inch…of…you…" Finally her lips reached my nipples, but instead of sucking them, she gave them each a tender kiss and got a pair of panties from her drawer, slipping them on. "Sam…you're so much more to me than a friend. You're more to me than a lover…and you couldn't be a sister to me. You're too close!"
I stood up and grabbed her athletically firm ass, eliciting a soft whimper from her, followed closely by a kiss. "You're a lot more to me than any of that, too, Carls. You're like…you're another part of me…in a different body. One that's hot…" I kissed her still-bare breasts. "…toned…" Her bellybutton was so delicious. "…and holds the key to my heart, and my pussy." I kissed her panty line and massaged her clit through her panties, not wanting her to cum even though I wanted her again. With a lot of effort, I stopped pleasuring her with my loving hand and stood up.
"So," said Carly, pulling on a cotton shirt, disregarding her lack of bra. "So, would you consider us a…would you consider us an item?" Carly folded her arms over her chest, traces of tightened, beaded nipples disappearing behind her limbs. She cocked her head, then wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
I shrugged my shoulders, collecting my clothes and putting them on. "I dunno." Looking at her, I asked, "Would you?"
"I would."
I nodded. "I would, too." While I was putting on my pants, I noticed that my shirt was backwards. I laughed, shook my head to myself, and turned it around. "So, would you like to go out, Friday?"
"Sure." Carly looked at me curiously. "I'd like it if you, paid, though." She moved over and kissed me.
I nodded. "I didn't want to tell you, but now's good a time as any." I took a breath, then let it all out. "I'm planning on getting a job. I've been thinking about it for a while, now, and it seems like I should grow up, sometime. And, who knows, I'll try to avoid the chili." I smiled, making Carly giggle.
"Yeah, right. You, avoid chili? Is that what you're going to do instead of buying a trampoline?"
"You're still not over that, are you?"
Carly shook her head. "Nope." She grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. "I'll pay for dinner this time, though. Until you get a job, I may as well play some sort of role in our being a couple," she said, looking up as Spencer entered the room with an armful of old clothes and mannequin parts.
"Hey, Spence, what's with the hacked-off limbs and stolen hobo clothes?"
Spencer looked at me and got his confused look, pooching out his lips and letting his gears really turn. "Oh, these?" he said, finally. "Yeah. I wanted to support you and Carly, so I decided to build a sculpture of you and Carly holding hands. This is more like a scale model. I plan to get a few hundred pounds of wax and build one…" Spencer looked up at the ceiling, then down to the floor, dropped his sculpture parts, moved forward, and slipped on an arm. He fell and with a dull thud landed on the pile of clothes. When he looked up, he said, "Two-and-a-half times bigger." He collapsed and Carly and I went to help that dweeb.
Carly Shay
I talked to Freddie the next day, telling him the idea I had for iCarly. "I know it's a heavily-debated subject," I said, sitting in front of him with a root beer in my hand. "But what if we were to just think about it? For the time being, we'll just sit on it and think. Until then, we could just do what we normally do."
Freddie got his concerned look. "Well, seeing as you and Sam are an item, I think it might be a good idea to ease into it. The way you and Sam came out, it was more like, 'Hey, all! Did you know I'm a lesbian?'" I laughed, and he looked offended. "You see what I mean, though, don't you? This is a serious part of life, one people will criticize you for. How long is it until eight-year-old girls find out you like other girls? Sure, you're prolonging the inevitable, but you're keeping viewers whose mothers approve of your being on the web."
I nodded. "I know. It's just…" I couldn't think of what to say.
"It's just…what?"
I shook my head. "I dunno. I know it's still a while away, but soon we'll be seventeen, then eighteen…I wanna appeal to an older audience, too. I don't want to be stuck doing kid stuff forever. I like it, sure, but how much time is there, really, before iCarly loses its touch?" I looked at Freddie, then continued. "Don't get me wrong, I do love hosting this show, and I'm not losing faith that we'll be on for a while, but there'll be a show that'll eventually boot iCarly off the top sites." I looked at Freddie, who was nodding.
"I know what you're saying, Carly," he said, looking up at me and downing his Peppi Cola. "I respect that you acknowledge it. Thing is, though, that I don't want to think about it, and I still don't think it'd be a good idea."
Sam walked up behind me and said, "I think the nub-nub's right, Carls." She sat down next to me.
"Nug-nug!"
"Do I have to tell you-?"
"You don't care. Yeah, I know."
Sam looked at me and kissed me. I loved the feel of her lips on mine, so soft, silky and moist. "Maybe, though, there's still a way," she said, smiling slightly in the wake of epiphany.
"What?" said Freddie and I together, leaning in.
Sam put her hand on mine and said, "Maybe…it's still a rough idea, and I haven't thought about it at all until just now…what if some lame-o tabloid blogger were to do an authentic-looking interview with the iCarly cast and post it on the web? I mean, I know they don't have the best street-cred, but people do tend to believe that shit."
Freddie looked horrified, and I sat there, my gears already turning. "You might be right," said Freddie, finally. "I mean, sure, those people print some pretty crazy BS, but they, even if rarely, get something right in print. And the louder the headline screams, the bigger it sells."
Sam got a look on her face that was considering in nature. "So how much you plan to charge for that story?" she asked, thinking Freddie was serious about money.
"What? No!" he said, looking from Sam to me and back. "No! I couldn't sell the names of my best friends to total strangers! I'm still getting over Carly's being gay, remember? Not only that, but when we were thirteen…!" Freddie stopped, looking white-faced, and I got the distinct impression that he'd almost spilled about the time Freddie and I had had sex in the elevator of my apartment.
"What?" said Sam, curious, now. I hate it when she gets that curious. "What?" She looked at Freddie, at me, at Freddie…she couldn't stop turning her head, trying to get the information out of us. "What? C'mon, you guys are holding out on me? I'm the cohost of our show! Sure, you're our tech dweeb, but even you have to keep me in the loop, sometimes!"
I held Sam's hand, trying to seduce her into leaving Freddie alone, distracting her so that he could run. When I looked at him from my peripheral vision, he was sitting there almost like he was paralyzed. "Sam, baby, let's go down and get a smoothie." I nibbled at her ear and kissed her neck, getting a horny moan from her. "Then maybe we can take a walk, go to a movie…" She looked me ravenously in the eye, wanting, I knew, to eat me out. Eventually, though, she looked back at Freddie.
"What about you and Carly when you were thirteen?" she said, not trying to push me off but now so focused she was no longer horny. "Just tell me." She sucked in a breath and said, "I promise, Freddie. I won't hurt you if you just tell me."
Freddie was mortified, and he couldn't even shake his head. He couldn't flick his eyes over to me, he was so scared of Sam. He was breathing shallowly, almost like he thought Sam wouldn't see him if he stayed still and didn't move a muscle…like in Jurassic Park.
I said to Sam, "Not now, Sam. Just…please."
"Fine," said Sam, relaxing a little bit. She turned to me. "If Freddie won't tell you, maybe you'll tell me?" Sam had a hopeful, pleading look in her eyes, almost like a puppy who wanted to sit in his master's lap at the dinner table. "You don't have to, and I won't pressure you. But if you'll tell me, I'd just like to know why the secrecy."
I was exasperated. "Sam," I said, running my hand gently down her neck, "Let's go down to the pier and talk."
"Isn't that like three miles down the road?"
I shook my head and laughed. "Just walk with me. Sam, I'll tell you."
We were about two miles down the road when I said to Sam, "When we were thirteen, we were all a little weird in the head. I mean, you couldn't stop obsessing over meat…you still do." I smiled at her, holding her hand. "And I…well, Freddie and I knew each others' secrets. Our passions, desires…" I trailed off, noticing that she was still listening. "Anyway, I walked in on Freddie while he was in the bathroom, one time. He'd been masturbating. You remember when his mom used to feed him prunes?"
Sam laughed. "God, I'd forgotten that!"
"Well, apparently she was never really feeding him prunes. Anyway, the next week was my thirteenth birthday. I remember you didn't spend the night over. We got into the elevator, Freddie locked it with that electromagnetic lock of his, and we…"
I stopped when Sam did, and she whipped around at me. "Wait, wait, wait…Freddie boinked you!" she said, looking almost angry. Even though I knew she'd hit anyone else if she looked like this, she didn't even move. "Tell me…did you or did you not…fuck…Freddie…Benson!" she said, mouth twisted with some emotion I couldn't identify.
"I did, Sam," I said, embarrassed, ashamed. "I had sex with Freddie."
"I thought you were a virgin?" said Sam, not backing away, but not doing anything else.
"When we…did it that night, I didn't say I was a virgin…I just said I knew that was good sex. I didn't specify…" I was shocked to see her crying, looking down with tears leaking from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't know I'd come out of the closet."
Sam looked up at me, tears still in her eyes. "I forgive you, Carls." She sniffled, blew her nose on a piece of the shirt Freddie had been wearing when we took off, and which I hadn't noticed her take, and kissed me. It was something that we shared just to let each other know we still loved each other, something that wasn't quite "sorry" and wasn't quite "I forgive you." She looked at me with her steel gray eyes and said, "You know this changes a lot, right?"
I looked at her, kissed her, and said, "It changes everything…and nothing."
