CHAPTER 14: iHAVE TO TELL THEM

Lying on the couch, curled up next to Sam, Freddie held her close and lightly kissed her forehead. Caressing the soft curls of her blonde hair, Freddie's mind began to wander...and wonder, about the peculiar romantic situation he was currently in. Glancing over at Sam, who was holding Freddie with every ounce of love her body could give, his feelings and thoughts began to grow more and more conflicted.

Shit, Freddie thought. This is one hell of a situation I put myself in. I can't be honest with one without hurting the other, but at the same time, I love both of these girls equally...I could never turn my back on either Carly or Sam. Granted, I know Sam and I are really meant to be together, but Carly and I still had unresolved feelings that never got addressed when I "broke up" with her over a year ago. Goddamn it.

Stroking his face, Sam gazed up at him. "Love, are you okay?" she asked, smiling at him. To see Samantha Puckett smile genuinely, much less through her own acknowledgment of romance made her smiles that much more precious to Freddie. It was as if her cold, icy exterior had melted away, to reveal the true Samantha underneath. Part of him felt as though Sam had always wanted him to be the one to melt that superficial exterior, to be the only guy to see her true self, her loving self.

"I'm fine, baby..." Freddie replied, not completely sure if his conflicted psyche had trickled through his stifled response. Sitting up, he began to stretch as he checked the time. 11:20 AM. Still grasping onto him, Sam sat up next to him, and began kissing his neck, nuzzling him tenderly. "I have a surprise for you..." she whispered into his ear, nibbling it gently as she slowly stood up, staring at him with a feverishly erotic gaze in her beautiful topaz-colored eyes.

"What's that?" he asked, slightly curious.

Pressing a finger to his lips, she simply replied "shhhh..." as she slowly peeled her shirt off, revealing something that Freddie had never truly witnessed before – the beauty of Samantha's adorable stomach and wonderfully supple breasts, which were still cradled softly within her purple lace bra. Kneeling down, she began rubbing her breasts against Freddie's crotch as she massaged his thighs. Eliciting a soft moan from his mouth, she continued by unsnapping her bra as it slowly fell to the floor at his feet. Leaning upward to gaze into his soft brown eyes, Sam began to squeeze her breasts and nipples gently, and Freddie visually absorbed every inch of them.

Damn – they are so...fucking gorgeous...

The gentle combination of Samantha's silky, cream-colored breasts and pink nipples, which were already astoundingly erect, aroused Freddie immensely. Noticing his arousal, Sam stood up and smothered her tender bosom into his face. "You can suck them..." she said to him, rubbing his crotch with her hands. As Freddie leaned forward to suck on her sweet, pink nipples, his mind began to realize that he had dreamt of this moment for so long, even when he and Sam were not on anything close to romantic terms. The creamy taste of her nipples and the amazing softness of her breasts drove his arousal even higher.

As Freddie continued to explore Samantha's upper body, Sam grasped at Freddie below the waist, and began to unbuckle his belt. Not refusing her motions, Freddie began sucking even harder, twirling his tongue around her nipples even faster. Pulling off Freddie's jeans, she began to stroke him through his boxers slowly and tenderly, wrapping both hands around him. She could smell the sweet aroma of his arousal through his boxers, and didn't feel like making him wait any longer. Peeling them off, she began sucking slowly, taking all of him into her mouth, massaging his balls with her left hand, and grasping him with her right. All Freddie could summon the strength to do was moan softly, as he began to melt within her erotic motions. He had never felt anything like this before, and Sam had taken to him as though she had desired to do so for years.

"Damn – you taste so fucking good, baby..." Sam admitted as she continued sucking and licking. She could instantly tell that he was graciously enjoying every second of it, and that he also had been craving it, as she had been. Going further, she began getting a bit more sloppy and sensual, using even more saliva, making noises that caused Freddie to moan with each and every suckling of her sweet, warm mouth and soft, hot tongue. Massaging his balls even more, Sam began to move her head even faster, deep-throating him each and every time she moved back downward.

"Oooh...I fucking love you, Samantha Puckett," Freddie managed to say through his intensely erotic moaning.

"I...fucking...love...you...too...Freddie," Sam replied, speaking in-between her mouth's erotic motions, not wanting to stop to speak coherently, so that she could maintain Freddie's pleasure. Feeling his body grow more and more tense, Sam began to suck even faster.

"You...can...cum...in...my...mouth...baby," she managed to say through her rhythmic sucking. Not able to hold himself back any longer, Freddie grasped her juicy breasts, and exploded into Samantha's tender mouth, his body temporarily seizing from intense orgasmic rapture. As her mouth began to overflow with Freddie's hot, soft, and surprisingly sweet liquid, Sam began to swallow it, though she could not do so all at once...

Damn – he came so fucking much!"

Wiping her mouth, she stood up to kiss him tenderly, as he began to kiss her back feverishly, though still not physically able to stand up.

Fuck, I can get used to this! They both thought collectively, yet separately. Ignoring the intense heat and insatiable wetness between her legs, Sam began to put her bra and shirt back on, noticing that the clock read 11:45 AM. "We'll call that the 'appetizer', sweetie," she stated as she kissed him on the forehead. Winking at him, she gazed into his eyes, which were still overflowing with the afterglow of his orgasm. "I'm saving the 'main course' for later tonight..." she said, teasingly rubbing herself through her jeans, giving him a bit of incentive. Kissing her more as he regained the ability to stand up, he began to redress himself.

"You – no, we – are fucking amazing, honey," he said sweetly as he held her close.

"I know that, babe," she replied, reaching over to grab her jacket and bookbag. Kissing him again for a moment, she grabbed her Pear Phone from the table and started towards the door.

"I love you, and I'll see you this afternoon, baby!" she exclaimed as she exited to head to class. Sitting back down on the couch, burying his face into his hands, Freddie suddenly realized that, not only did he love both of these women more than anything or anyone else in the world – but he also acknowledged the fact that the both of them were insatiably erotic. Not able to keep himself wound up within his own self-created love triangle any longer, he grasped for his Pear Phone, and began typing a Text Message:

I want to talk to you – tonight. It's important.

Sent to: Shay, Carly; Puckett, Sam.