Chapter 11: Sam Goes To Port Townsend


Sam was mesmerized by Carly's inflamed and swollen face. It looked like she had rolled her head in Poison Ivy. "What am I to do?" Carly asked, in an even whinier, than usual, voice.

Sam thought about her own face, wondering if the same thing was going to happen to her. "Go and lie down for a minute, I'm going to get this shit off my face and hair and then I'll take care of you."

"OK, but hurry. My face still burns and now it's starting to itch."

Sam jumped into the shower and in just a few seconds she had all washed away the stuff from her head and face. She gave her puss a good cleaning too, because she had plans for it later, involving Freddie and his mouth….oh yea, and his little pecker. As she dried her hair, she noticed how good her skin looked. "It's funny," she thought, "I look great and Carly looks like a monster from one of Freddie's fucked up movies. I wonder what went wrong with her facial. Oh well, if it had to happen to one of us, I'm glad it was her instead of me."

Carly looked at Sam as she came out of the bathroom and started to cry. "You look beautiful and I look like a fuckin' monster!"

Sam silently agreed but tried to offer a few soothing words, "No Carly, you're just a little red and you'll be back to your usual gorgeous self in no time. We just need to figure out what to put on your skin to help it be less…….red." Neither Sam nor Carly knew much about first aid but they knew someone who did. Freddie. "I'll call Freddie," Sam said, "I bet his mother has an entire drug store full of medicine over there."

"Yes, call Freddie. I want my Freddie."

"Your Freddie?" Sam thought, scoffing at Carly's arrogance. "When was the last time he ate your fishy pussy? Ugh…never!"

"Call him now Sam, he'll know what to do."

Freddie was stretched out on the sofa, watching Space Ghost. He wouldn't admit it to anybody, especially now that he was finally getting pussy, but he liked to pretend to be Space Ghost. His fantasizing was interrupted by beeps from his cell. It was Sam. "Hey baby, what's up?"

"Freddie get over here, I need your medical advice." He didn't have time to answer; Sam had cut the call short. "Oh shit," he thought, leaping from the sofa and racing to Carly's, "Sam's hurt." It didn't occur to him that it might be Carly that needed help.

"What's wrong baby?" Freddie asked, running into Carly's room, looking especially worried.

"Baby?" Carly thought, "That fuckers talking to Sam, he thought she was hurt? Oh God I hate that fuckin' bitch."

"It's Carly who is in trouble, Sam explained. She put on some facial peel, and it turned her face to hamburger. Do you know of anything that might help her?"

"Hamburger? Why you blond cunt," she thought, "I still look better than you…even in this fucked up condition."

Freddie went to Carly's computer and within a few minutes he had an idea of what to do. "Mom's got everything we need, I'll be right back." Freddie zoomed to his apartment and returned with some vitamin E lotion, aloe, anti-inflammatory pills, a pain pill, and a tube of anti itch ointment, with some kind of skin numbing shit in it that nobody in the room could pronounce.

Carly looked at Freddie and said, "I told Sam you'd know what to do. My Freddie always knows what to do."

. "Oh shit," Sam thought, "I'm going to puke if this asshole, keeps calling him, her Freddie." Just then Sam's cell beeped…it was a text message….from….Melanie.

Sam, get home quickly.

Emergency.

Mom will explain when you get here.

"Freddie, I've got to go home. Melanie texted me about an emergency, I'll call you when I find out something." Freddie's mind started to panic. He started thinking about what it could be, "Maybe Melanie had turned against me," he thought, "And was going to tell Sam about our kiss, or worse, about me agreeing to talk to her today." It was hard to predict what a Puckett would do, you always had to prepare for the worst.

"I can walk you home," Freddie said.

"No, stay here and take care of Carly. Here face needs all the attention it can get."

Sam's comment enraged Carly, but she held her tongue. "I'm gong to fuck you up so bad Puckett," she thought…." You'll look like a friggin' turd pile after I get done with you. And then I'm going to break you and Freddie up, and later dump his lame ass. I'll fix both of you!"

Freddie followed Sam to the door. "Call me as soon as you know something," he said, pulling her close and kissing her soft red lips.

"I will. Now take care of Carly and I'll call you as soon as I can. I love you Fredweenie."

"I love you Princess, bye" Freddie had a worried look as Sam turned and walked down the hallway to the elevator. "I hope this isn't about me," he said, closing the door.

"OK Carly," Freddie said, walking back into her bedroom. "Let's get you fixed up." Within a few minutes, Freddie had applied the differentlotions and ointments to her face, and had given her a couple of pills. It didn't take long for her to start to feel better and her face even began to look slightly better. "Come and lie next to me Freddie," Carly said, "I need soothing." Freddie climbed into bed as she had requested.

"Get behind me," Carly said, I want to put my head between your legs."

"This is weird," he thought, but he did it anyway. He wasn't worried about Sam at the moment, she was on her way home, however, he didn't want that crazy Spencer to walk in and see them like this.

"Where's Spencer?" He asked.

"Camping trip with Socko," Carly replied. That was good news, now he could relax without having to worry about explaining their weird sitting arrangement.

"This doesn't feel too bad," he thought. Carly's head was resting right on his cock and her arms were on both his legs. She was slightly tracing random paths with her fingers, along his ankles, and it felt pretty good.

"Well, Freddie," Carly thought, "I have you in bed and I'm in a pretty good position to turn you on. Let's see how long it takes." To her surprise, it didn't take long.

The pressure of her head on his dick, and the movement of her fingers on his ankles, began to stir Freddie's hormones. He could feel his cock beginning to grow and once a cock starts to grow, only an axe murderer, or mouth to mouth, with Ellen DeGeneres, can stop it. In other words, Freddie was having an erection.

"Good," Carly thought. "I feel your cock starting to grow. That means I'm turning you on, and it won't be long, until you're fucking me. My plan screwed up today but I'll still win…I always win."

Freddie began to really get aroused by Carly's slight efforts at seduction. His hands had been resting on her shoulders, slightly rubbing them, which also was making him horny. Before long, his hands were sliding down her arms toward her small but firm tits. Carly was wearing a T Shirt and no bra, so when Freddie's hands found her tits, he got mostly tit. He cupped both tits and ran his thumb in circles around her nipples. Carly let out a groan of encouragement. "I really am a piece of shit," he thought. I was sucking face with Melanie this morning and now I'm groping Carly's tits. Score one for the dork!"

"Damn, this feels good." Carly thought, "I think I might revise my plan of dumping Freddie. I believe I'll keep him for a while, he'll be fun!" Freddie's cell phone buzzed, interrupting his tit squeezing. It was Sam.

"Hi," he said.

"Freddie, I've got to go to Port Townsend. My Aunt, the biologist, was attacked by a flock of ducks and was severely "ducked up."

"Ducked up?" Freddie said, "What's that mean?"

"Well, those ducks beat her up pretty good, gave her a concussion, and well, ducked her up. You know, fucked her up, duck style."

"I don't understand, why do you, have to go, to Port Townsend?"

"She has a four year old girl. I'm going to take care of both of them, until her husband gets in from Iraq, which will be next Sunday."

"So you'll be there until next Sunday?"

"I don't want to go but I guess I have no choice. You will miss me, right?"

"You know it. I'll call every day….a bunch of times."

"You better, momma don't like her man neglecting her…and that includes phone calls. Well, I guess I'll get my things together and go. Explain things to "old hamburger puss" and I'll call you when I get there. I love you."

"I love you too, bye"

"I wonder what that was." Curly thought, "And what's this love bullshit about….let's see if he still loves her after I suck his cock and fuck his balls off."

Freddie began to rub Cary's head, as he relayed the content of Sam's phone call.

"Sam had to go to Port Townsend to take care of her aunt," he said. "She won't be back until next Sunday.

That was the best news Carly could have asked for. A week without Sam was all she needed. "I'll be banging Freddie by tomorrow night," she thought "And by next Sunday, Sam will be just a bleached blond memory, and Freddie will be mine. Hell, I might even suck his dick in a little while, well, that is if my face starts to feel better."

"That's too bad," Carly said, pushing her head into Freddie's cock.

"It sure is," Freddie replied, as his hands returned to massaging her tits." Don't worry, I'll have you as good as new by the time she gets back."

"Well, Freddie, I expect you to take real good care of me for the rest of the week. You can start by putting your hands under my T Shirt."

"Some people might think I'm a piece of shit," Freddie thought, as he squeezed Carly's nipples, "But, the truth is, I love Sam, and I'm only rubbing Carly's tits ……..for medical purposes."