Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I'm not making any profit using the characters in the show.
A/N: Life has been... wack, and that's the only excuse you'll be getting. Anyway, I'm trying to end this before the one year mark hits. It's been dragged out for too long. Trying to finish it with 25 chapters or less. Let's see how that works out. Happy Reading.
BEWARE: Long chapter ahead....
Dedication: croaker001, because he's just been awesome. AND.. A.Y.P. because she's just been fucking awesome and I made her wait agonizingly long for a chapter like this. Haha. I hope it was enjoyable, at least. If it's not I'll (hopefully) make a better scene in the next few chapters xD
Chapter 21
Life throws you unexpected shit sometimes that'll make anyone's life be thrown off course. Sometimes you expect whatever it throws you, but you just don't know when. Like for instance, falling in love. It's inevitable. People fall in love at one point in their lives, they just don't know when or how it'll happen.
I always knew I was gonna really fall in love, but I seriously can't tell you the exact moment that I fell in love with Sam. Maybe it was the exact moment we bumped into each other on my first day of school, or that time we found a common foothold with girls and their make-up. Probably that time Carly called me at two in the morning crying hysterically while trying to explain that Sam was leaving and never coming back. I really, honestly, don't fucking know. I've known her for almost a year and a half, and I've already fallen head over heels in love with the girl.
Imagine knowing her for years, being in love with her for half those years, and having her completely oblivious to the way she makes you feel.
That's how Freddie feels.
It was after Sam's surprise birthday party, and I slept over. It wasn't that late when the party finally ended, but Sam wanted me to stay... and so I did. After we finished cleaning the loft we settled down on the couch and watched TV. I was laying between Sam and the back of the couch with one hand bent under my head, and she was laying with her back to my front using the little part of my arm pointing out as a pillow. My free arm was loosely draped over her waist. I was comfortable and content with just laying with her, having her wrapped up in my arm, so comfortable in fact that I basically knocked out after a few minutes of just breathing her scent in.
When I woke up the next day Sam was still sleeping peacefully with her head on my shoulder and an arm wrapped around my stomach. I didn't want to move; I just wanted to stay in that position forever, but my bladder was protesting wildly. I tried to maneuver my way from under her, but she tightened her grip around my stomach. I winced.
I slightly shook her, "Honey, can you let go real quick? I needa pee." She didn't budge. "You better let go or else imma pee on you." I threatened. She groaned and released her hold on me. "Thank you." I gave her a kiss on the crown of her head and somehow jumped up and over the back of the couch.
As I was relieving my bladder of its contents, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. Two missed calls and one voice message. My aunt.
"Hey sweetie. I know you're probably still sleeping but your uncle isn't feeling well, and your cousins are already working, so do you think you can watch the shop for us while I take him to the doctors? Give me a call if you can. – Sunday, April 18. 8 o' clock AM. To replay this message, press 1. To save-." I sighed and hung up the phone.
"I'll be back later, k?" I said to Sam after I was done washing up and refreshing myself. I sat on the edge of the couch and brushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes. "Aunt Rose needs me right now." I explained when she looked at me through half lidded eyes. She just nodded her head and reached out to me. I leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. As I was about to pull away she wrapped her arm around my neck and held me in place.
"Can you bring me upstairs first?" she asked in a sleepy, husky voice. I smiled and nodded my head. I slipped my right arm under her thighs, left arm behind her back, and stood up. I waited until she got herself situated in my arms before walking up the stairs. By the time I made it to her room/the iCarly studio I was panting and sweating. "You need to start working out." She mumbled, wiping her hands on my shirt as I laid her down on her bed because my neck got all sweaty, too.
"Gee, glad to know my bangin' body needs more work." I replied in a happy, yet sarcastic tone.
She shoved me away and turned on her side. "I'm just looking out for you," she mumbled. "You just walked up three measly flights of stairs and you're tired." she explained with closed eyes.
I scoffed, "I'm sorry for breakin' out a sweat from carrying my girlfriend up the stairs. It's not like you weigh a lot or anything, nope you're as light as a feather." I said playfully. All I heard was "asshole" before one of her pillows magically appeared out of thin air and slammed into my face. "Aww! You smeared my glasses." I pouted when my eye sight turned blurry.
"Shoulda wore contacts." she simply stated.
I frowned, "I know. I needa order some more."
She turned around onto her back and took my glasses off for me, "I'm just kidding. I think you look better with glasses." She said, using her shirt to clean the lens for me. "Plus, it makes your eyes look bigger, too." she giggled, when she placed my glasses back on my face.
I made an offended face, "Thanks a lot!"
She smiled. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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By the time my aunt and uncle came back from the doctors and running some errands the sun was in the highest position in the sky and I was drained. I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but I just had to tell Sam I would be back.
After I finished eating the chicken and rice my aunt brought for me I headed to the Bushwell Plaza. I was seriously contemplating on just calling Sam and telling her I was going to head home, but something stopped me from doing so.
It's like I felt something epic was going to happen.
I parked in my reserved parking space, got on the elevator, and punched in the code to go directly to the Shay's loft. When I reached the loft, the doors opened to reveal Spencer making a huge fork made out of spoons.
The ding of the elevator caught Spencer's attention and he turned his attention to me.
"Hey Shorty." He greeted in his quirky self. I nodded my head in acknowledgement but kept my attention on his latest sculpture.
I frowned, "A fork made out of spoons?" I asked disbelievingly. I really shouldn't be so surprised when it comes to his work, but he just doesn't stop wowing me.
He nodded his head enthusiastically. "I call it 'Spork'," he announced happily then over exaggeratedly modeled his sculpture. "Don't you just love it?!"
I just nodded my head slowly, still in that 'wow' stage. "Very... original?" I asked in a statement.
A huge smile graced his face and he threw his arm around me in a huge, back breaking hug. "Thank you!"
His attitude caused me to smile. "No prob." I said when he let go of me. "So where's Sam?" I asked.
He returned his attention back to his work. "She's upstairs with Freddie going over the next web cast." he replied. "Carly went out with Kev-O. She called earlier and said they'll be back in about twenty minutes."
I nodded my head. "Aight thanks, Spence. Imma head up there, I'll see you later." He threw a smile my way and I returned it before heading up the stairs.
As I got to the third floor, I noticed that the door was almost closed all the way and the blinds were pulled down. I frowned. It's usually wide open and the blinds were only down at night when Sam's sleeping. I was about to barge right in when I heard the end of Sam's sentence.
"... She's so amazing." By the tone of her voice I knew she had a huge smile and dreamy look on her face. It made me smile.
I heard a grunt before Freddie responded, "Yeah, she is." He didn't sound too happy, more like he was annoyed and aggravated but he was trying to sound neutral.
"God, did you see that lap dance she gave me?!" Sam gushed. "I mean, I knew she could dance and I've heard it from other people... but damn she was more wonderful than I imagined." She sighed.
"Yeah Sam, I saw. I was right there." Freddie groaned. "I gave you a lap dance, too!" he pointed out.
She scoffed, "That was hardly a lap dance."
"Well... whatever!" I could imagine him throwing his arm out in frustration.
It was quiet for a few seconds. "What's wrong with you, Fredweirdo?" She finally asked.
"Nothing." He huffed.
"Seriously, what's wrong?" She asked in concern. "C'mon Fred-O. Freddie... Freddie." She sing-songed trying to coax an honest answer out of him.
"I said it was nothing, damn it!" He snapped. The frown that found it's way to my forehead increased even more. I know he did not just snap at my girlfriend for caring. I was about to kill a nigga when Sam yelled.
"GOD! What the hell is your problem?! I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with you and you're being a fucking dick right now!"
"You don't know anything, Sam." He said quietly. I actually had to strain my ear to hear what he was saying.
Sam scoffed, "Why? 'Cause I'm some poor white trash that had to move in with her best friend because her mother's a drug addict who was unfit to take care of me? Is that why?" She asked harshly. I could hear the tremble in her voice.
"What?! NO!" Freddie protested, "You're blowing this way out of proportion!"
"What the hell are you talking about then?! What the hell--," she was cut off when Freddie suddenly blew up.
"I'm in love with you Sam!" he cried, I flinched at the sorrow in his voice. "I've been in love with you for so long. Have you not noticed it?!" I heard him sniffle and Sam took in a huge breath of air.
"What.. Freddie I--," She was cut off again.
"NO! Listen to me, Sam." He interrupted her. "Do you know how much it hurts to hear you talk about how well she treats you? I wanna be the person who treats you so well and have you brag about it to your friends! Do you know how much it tears me a part to see you so happy with her, all smiles and giggles and wide eyed and loving, when I wanna be the reason why you're all of that?"
"Freddie."
"Do you know how much it kills me to wish and pray that she'll mess up just so you'll leave her?" He asked in a voice full of shame. "She's a friggin' great person, Sam! While she's out there with you, making you happy, I lay in bed and wish that she'll break your heart and maybe then you'll come running to me for comfort. Even if that did happen, I can see how much you love her and she loves you. Even if she messed up, you would never want to love again because she's all you'll ever want and see."
I couldn't take it anymore; his admission to being in love with her was so heart-wrenching. I could've walked right in there and punched the shit out of him for being stupid enough to fall in love with my girlfriend, but I didn't. I realized that this was between the two of them. I wasn't even supposed to be where I was, listening to this conversation, so I backed away from the door and slowly made my way back down the stairs.
Fortunately, Spencer was somewhere else in the house so I took the chance to slip out unnoticed.
--
I decided to go across the street to the Groovie Smoothie, just to clear my head. This was too much to wrap my already complicated brain cells around.
Freddie.
Freddie was in love.
With my girlfriend.
Fucking shit, that really threw me off course. I always had my suspicions since he always had the look of jealousy on his face when Sam and I were together, but I didn't think he was in love! With Sam of all people?!
God, what is wrong with him? She verbally, mentally, and physically abuses him, yet he somehow fell in love with her? That little nigga is crazy.
I was so deep in thought I nearly choked on the Razz-Ma-Tazz smoothie I don't even remember ordering when my phone rang.
I got a few looks from the customers sitting around my table, but ignored them and answered my phone.
I coughed a few times, "'Lo?"
"Hey," Sam's voice greeted me a little strained.
"'Sup?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible.
She sniffled quietly, "Where are you?" she asked.
"At the Groovie Smoothie," I answered. "Want anything?" I asked right after.
"I uhh.. Want you." she said inaudibly.
I frowned, "Huh?"
I could hear her clear her throat. "Nothing." She stated firmly. It got all quiet for a minute on my side of the line when I heard Spencer's voice in the background . "Spence said you were here earlier."
I made a grunting sound, "I got thirsty and craved something fruity." I not exactly lied. I really was craving a fruity beverage, but the craving was more towards an alcoholic fruity beverage. Well less fruity, and more alcoholic.
It was quiet again. "You're lying." she simply stated.
"Am not!" I protested.
She scoffed, "Are too!" she said defiantly. "You'd never leave to a food joint without asking me if I wanted to go with you, especially if you were already here." I stayed quiet. "You heard that conversation between Freddie and me, huh?"
Damn it, she got me there. "I don't always have to ask you if you wanna go with me." I said through clenched jaws. Fuck, why am I acting like this?
"Why are you being such a jerk?" she asked, her voice raising slightly. "I need you to understand and be that girlfriend that you've always been. Not some insecure low self esteemed one!"
I sighed, "I don't wanna talk bout this on the phone."
"Me neither." she agreed.
"Come down here then." I requested.
"What?" she asked in a confused and surprised tone.
"Come here to the Groovie Smoothie," I explained, "I'll buy you some food."
"Seriously? You're bribing me with food?" she asked incredulously. I grunted in affirmation. "Fine, I'll be there in a little." she said in a defeated tone.
I smiled, "K, love you."
"Love you too." she said before hanging up.
--
"Where's the food?" Sam asked as soon as she stepped foot into the store.
I rolled my eyes, "Well hello to you too Sweetie." I said sarcastically.
Sam rolled her eyes too, "Oh shut up, we were on the phone a minute ago." She plopped down on the seat next to me and gave me a peck on the lips.
I smiled at her and returned the kiss, "So what you wanna eat?"
As soon as the sentence left my mouth, T-Bo popped up out of no where holding onto his stick of bagels. "Ya hungry? Wanna bagel?" He popped the stick up, making the bagels jump up and down.
I frowned, "Seriously, Teebs?" I asked using the nickname I made up for him, "You've asked me every single time that I'm in here, and I always say... no." I said, shaking my head while dragging the o's along.
"Well jeez, can't a man make some money on food without your lil' short butt bringing me down?" He asked offended, "And why does everyone always say no to me? There ain't nothin' wrong with bagels. Just cuz they have huge holes in the middle don't mean nothin'. Donuts have huge holes in the middle, too! I don't see anyone passin' those up when they're walkin' past a donut shop." He rambled on and on.
I growled, "Aight! Aight! I get it." I stated firmly, throwing my hands up in the air. "I'll buy the whole damn stick."
"Really?" He asked in surprise. I ignored the look Sam gave me, and stared at T-Bo. "Okay, okay. That'll be...," he paused to count the amount of bagels on the stick. "ten dollars since you're the homie."
"Ten dollars? That's how much you offered me last time! How's that a homie discount?" I exclaimed.
He rolled his eyes. "The price went up a dollar since the last time!" he explained. "I'm givin' you a dollar off. How is that not a discount?" he challenged.
"How 'bout I don't buy it, any of it?" I challenged back.
His eyes went wide, "Naww, Shorty. Naww." He quickly shook his head, "I was just kiddin'! For you, nine fifty."
I just laughed and shook my head. Wow, fifty cents off of the ten dollar discount he first gave me. What a sweet heart. "Fine whatever cuhz," I stated. I pulled a twenty out of my wallet and handed it to him. "Keep the change."
He gave me a flabbergasted look switching his gaze from the money in his hand to me, "What?! We just argued over homie discounts, and you're giving me a twenty?! Why did you argue with me in the first place?"
I smiled a little mischievously, "Wanted to see how desperate you got."
He glared at me before shoving the stick of bagels into my face, "You're a jerk."
"I know." I said with a cocky grin and a nod of the head. T-Bo muttered incoherent sentences under his breath as he walked away from our table. I turned my attention to Sam. "So, you want a bagel?" I asked with a goofy smile on my face.
She shook her head, "No, not really." The smile fell from my face.
My eyebrows furrowed, "Then what the hell am I gon' do with all these bagels?!" I asked.
"I don't know," She shrugged, "that's your problem." I just sat there and stared at her. "So about the food you promised me... I'm kind of craving steak." She simply stated. My shoulders slumped. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just give the bagels to Henry."
"Henry?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Henry the hobo?" She nodded her head again. "Hell no! Last time I gave him the other half of my sub from "The Way I Like my Sub" he threw it at my back. I had the smell of ranch and mustard in my hair for days. Imagine giving him bagels... that's like a suicide mission." I explained with wide eyes.
"Oh please, that dude loves bagels. He tells me all the time." Sam waved off my statement.
"No, he likes your bagels." I said seriously.
"My bage... EW! AMANDA!" Sam exclaimed slapping me on the arm. "That's disgusting." I laughed.
"What?! I meant he likes the bagels you give him!"
"I've never given him bagels before though!"
"Wow... he really does love your bagels then." I said with a laugh. She just glared at me and stood up, grabbing my hand as she did so. I followed her lead and let her guide us towards the door. As we were about to walk out, a family of five walked into the store. "Here you go!" I exclaimed, shoving the stick of bagels into the father's arms, "Merry Christmas." I smiled when he gave me a surprised face, and Sam laughed as she pulled me out of the building. "Those are delicious toasted and with cream cheese!" I called out just as the door was about to shut all the way.
--
Half an hour later found us sitting at a booth, facing each other, way in the back of Outback Steakhouse. The car ride was quiet except for the chuckles that would escape our lips as the images from what happened earlier popped into our head.
After we got settled and the food came, the conversation started.
"So... what happened?" I asked after swallowing a piece of juicy, medium rare steak.
"I don't know, honestly." she started. "We were just upstairs talking about iCarly stuff, then somehow that drifted to my birthday party, and eventually we started talking about you." She shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
I sat there silently and just watched on as she devoured the rib eye steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and sweet potato fries. How could she be sitting there, shoveling food into her face, and explain something so epic in a normal tone while I'm secretly freaking out on the inside? She never ceases to amaze me.
"There was only talkin' right?" I asked seriously.
"Yeah sure.. talking." she responded, using a fry as a stirrer and dipping it into the mashed potatoes.
"Babe, look at me." I demanded her. She looked up for a quick second, locking eyes with mine, before messing with the mashed potatoes again. "How did it end?" I asked quietly. There must have been a reason for her being all quiet and nonchalant.
She paused for a moment, a quick moment, like if I was to blink I would have missed the hesitance in her movement. She stuck a fry in her mouth and I waited until she answered. She cleared her throat. "He uhmm.." she trailed off. Her eyes shot up to mine and when she saw the frown on my face she dropped her gaze. "He tried to make a move on me." she whispered.
On its own accord, my hands balled into fists, grasping the fork and knife tightly, and banged loudly on the table. "HE WHAT?!" I bellowed.
--
My grip on the steering wheel was so hard, my knuckles were turning white and my hands were starting to hurt. I kept my eyes on the road, jaws clenched, and ignored the worried looks that Sam would often throw my way.
As I got closer to the Bushwell Plaza, the anger in me started to boil. He was up there, in the apartment across from Carly's and I could kick his ass right now. But I wasn't going to. I pulled over towards the curb and put my car in park.
"You're not coming up?" Sam asked in a defeated tone. I shook my head. "Where are you going then?"
"Home." I choked out. The anger was really getting to me now. I mean, he didn't exactly do anything to her. From what she told me anyway, but still. Just the fact that he tried to do something got me so fucking pissed off. Doesn't he know how dangerous I can get when it comes to the things and people I love and cherish the most in my life?!
"I don't want you to be by yourself right now." She sighed. I stayed quiet. "I wanna go with you, too. I wanna be with you right now."
I grunted, "I won't be by myself. J.D'll be with me." I reached over to my glove compartment, opened it up, and pulled out my flask.
Sam snatched the cool metal flask from my hand as I was pulling it to me and growled, "What? No! Are you stupid? I'm going with you, and that's final." She stated determinedly, crossing her arms over her chest, effectively hiding the alcohol as she did so.
"No." I shook my head. "No. you can't be around me right now. You know how fuckin' angry I get when it comes to people tryna get at you. I can't control myself and have this urge to hurt something, someone. I can't have you around me when I'm like this. You gotta go." I practically pleaded with her. "Now, please." I could feel tears of anger start to pool around my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
When I blinked and a tear drop fell, I lost control and started punching my steering wheel, grabbing onto it and shaking myself. After a while I felt small, but strong, hands latch onto my wrists. No matter how hard I tried to pull my wrists away from her grasp, she wouldn't let go.
The next thing I knew she was straddling my thighs in the drivers seat and had my hands behind my head. I stopped my movements quickly when I felt her lips on mine. After the shock wore off, I moved my lips against hers and soon enough we were in a huge tongue wrestling session. We only broke a part to inhale deep breaths of air, but even then it was only for a quick second.
"Maybe... we should... go to... your place." She started kissing along my jawline and down my neck.
I gasped when her tongue glided across my pulse point. "Ar-are you sure?" I stuttered. "Fuck..." I hissed when she nipped at my ear lobe and tugged it playfully. "I d-don't want our f-first time to be because I'm-"
She ground her center into mine, hard. "I've never been more sure in my life." she said seductively, licking the length of my outer ear.
"O-okay." I squeaked out, gently pushing Sam off of me. When she got back into her seat and buckled her seat belt I took in deep breaths of air and tried to calm my nerves. The breathing was kind of hitched and shaky. I cleared my throat, "So uh...," I trailed off unsure.
She placed her hand on my inner thigh and squeezed lightly. That move alone caused me to grip my steering wheel tightly and bite my bottom lip. "Your house. Now." She gave me another squeeze, harder this time, and ran her fingernails across my thigh as she pulled her hand back.
"I.. uhh...," I gulped when I saw her lick her lips seductively from the corner of my eye. "Okay." I finally took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Okay."
--
This isn't really how I imagined our first time making love would come up. I always thought I'd bring her somewhere romantic, whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and we'd kiss passionately before things progressed.
We've always been close to doing it, but never reached that point. It was always me being drunk, her being high, or the both of us way out of it, but somehow when it got too far one of us would stop the other and we'd just pass out. On the few occasions that we were both sober, I'd stop myself because I always thought she wasn't ready.
Let me just tell you, I've had to take a lot of cold showers this year. A LOT. If that didn't work then I'd either go into my garage and take out all of my frustrations on the heavy punching bag I have hanging from the ceiling; the poor thing has duct tape wrapped all around it, or go for a very long jog.
But like I was saying, I never thought we'd end up making out heavily on my couch, feeling up on each other. I didn't think I'd ever pull her shirt over her head roughly and massage her breasts through her bra all the while attacking her neck. I wanted to mark her so bad but I didn't because the last time I did something that stupid she nearly smacked all the working cells I had in my brain out.
I felt her tug at the bottom of my shirt and pulled away from the assault I had on her throat so she could pull it over my head. I gasped when her small, soft hands grasped onto my breasts. She also took that moment to shove her tongue down my throat. I moaned.
God this feels so amazing. How the hell did I hold out from doing this for so long? Especially with Sam.
I positioned myself so that Sam was laying down on my couch and I was in between her legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me down, and kissed me with so much need I automatically gyrated our centers together. The wetness seeping through our underwear and the roughness of our jeans made the friction unbearably pleasurable. I weighed my upper body on my hands, one on each side of her head, and started thrusting our centers together. I must have been hitting the right spot each time because Sam would moan and whimper every time our centers made contact.
"I-I need you." She gasped out after clawing my back roughly with her fingernails. I nodded and slowly started a journey of kisses down her body. I kissed along her jaw, down to her throat and nipped lightly at the exposed flesh as she dropped her head back onto the arm rest and tilted it to the side. I licked the smooth and salty skin above her bra and slightly peeked my tongue into the offending barrier, getting a throaty moan in response. Kissing down the valley between her breasts I set a trail of wet butterfly kisses down her toned stomach and dipped my tongue into her belly button. "Oh god..." she whimpered.
I smirked as my hands followed my lips lead and left trails of feather light touches as my fingertips barely grazed down her ribs and over her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her jeans. I stared up into her half lidded eyes as I popped her button out of its restraint and gently tugged her faded blue jeans down her lovely legs. As her hips were exposed I kissed and bit at each side. As more of her milky skin was revealed, I left a kiss here and there as I kissed more and more south. When I reached the end of her legs, I pulled the tight jeans away and tossed it aside. Before I made my way back up again, I kissed the inside of her ankles.
Crawling up the length of her body, I kissed her again before traveling down,. This time though, I used my teeth to drag her soaked, white cotton panties down her legs. I could smell her. Oh my god, did I smell her. Fucking amazing. "Oh my fuckin' god, babe...," I whispered against her center. "You smell so fuckin' good." I growled before taking a lick. We both moaned at the same time.
I licked again and felt her hips buck up, smashing her center into my face. Slowly, I licked one more time before she got impatient and tangled her fingers into hair. "Baby, please..." she whimpered. I nodded my head before latching onto her clit and sucking hard. "FUCK!" she screamed, pushing my face even deeper into her. I loosened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to flick at her nub of nerves skillfully. Her hips buckled up and off of sofa into my face, coating my chin with her sex. "Oh.. oh... baby... god!" she whimpered.
I paused what I was doing and pulled back to look into her eyes. She was breathing heavily and looked like she was in heaven. "You okay honey?" I asked curiously. Her eyes snapped open when she finally realized I had stopped.
"DON'T STOP!" She exclaimed, pushing my head back down so that it was leveled with her center again. I hummed my laughter against her pussy, and her back arched off of the sofa. "YESSSSS." she hissed. I smiled. I guess I found a way to set her off.
With the tip of my tongue, I spelled the letter "I" on her clit, followed by a heart, and then the letter "U". When I finished I pulled away fully and crawled back up her body.
"Hey! Why did yo-" I cut her off when I licked her on the lips. "Mmhmm," she hummed when she willingly opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside her parted lips. I groaned when she sucked on my tongue and felt a sharp jolt find it its way to my own center.
I supported my upper body on my right arm and snaked my left arm in between our bodies, slowly creeping down towards her pussy. My fingertip grazed her folds and I felt her shiver in anticipation. I teased her clit with my fingernail and watched as her eyes fluttered shut. "You ready?" I asked carefully. I mean, I know I just ..you know.. ate her out, but this is like my fingers we're talking about.
She nodded her head shakily.
"I love you." I stated with lust, love, and desire in my voice. Her eyes opened slightly and locked onto mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down until our lips were grazing each other.
"I love you, too." she whispered before closing the small, nearly nonexistent, gap between us.
I took that as the a-okay and slowly slid my left index finger into her. "Shh, it's okay babe." I said quietly into her ear when she broke the kiss and clung onto me, burying her face into my shoulder. "Just relax." I waited until she loosened her grip on my shoulders before wiggling my finger a bit. "Relax." I whispered when I felt her tense up again. "Good... good." I said when she relaxed. I started pumping my finger in and out of her slow and steady. "Now just enjoy." My lips found its way back to hers and kissed her bottom lip. I sucked it in between mine, biting it softly, then tugged it playfully.
"F-faster." she breathed out. I complied and sped up my penetration just slightly. "Fast...er." she moaned. Again, I sped up. The way her breathing came out in short pants informed me that she was close, so I slowed down. I wanted to keep her from coming as long as possible, something that Sam didn't approve of. "Ugh!" she groaned out in frustration.
"Just chill." I whispered against her neck, licking at it. "I want this to last." Then I started kissing and sucking at the dip in her shoulder. "I love you so much." I sucked even harder while keeping up the slow penetration. I totally forgot about not marking her; I was too into what I was doing to care if I got bodily injured the next day.
I felt the vibrations from her throat and she let out a guttural moan. When I was done marking her, I kissed up her throat and pulled my finger out of her completely. I watched and waited until Sam opened her eyes. She was going to protest, again, I just knew it, but I had a surprise for her. "Wha-," I cut her off by sealing her lips with mine and added my middle finger to the first and pushed it into her sopping wet center. "Oh GOD!" she screamed into my mouth. That was all she managed to get out as I pumped into her fast, hard, and rough. "Oh god... oh god... oh god..." Within a minute, she was shaking uncontrollably, arching her back off of the sofa and holding her body flush against mine. I sat up, wrapped my free arm around her tiny waist, and felt her tighten up against my fingers. "OH GOD!!!" She screamed out so loud I bet the neighbors knew what was going on in my house. She threw her head back, curved her bra covered breasts into mine, and shook violently as her orgasm took over. I stopped the pumping of my hand but left my fingers in there and wiggled it inside of her as she came, helping her orgasm last longer.
When she finally relaxed and hugged onto me, I pulled out of her and brought my fingers to my lips and sucked it clean. God, I could get used to this on a daily basis. Fuck that, an hourly basis. I felt her let out a huge breath of air against my neck and pulled back. There was locks of hair plastered to her sweaty forehead and cheeks so I brushed those aside and tucked them behind her ears.
When our eyes locked, I gave her a smile and she returned a dazed one in response. We kissed and hugged. "You okay?" I asked softly into her ear.
She nodded her head and giggled. "I've never felt more alive in my life!" Feeling her breath hit my ear caused the arousal to form again.
"That's good." I chuckled, and hugged her closer to me.
She sighed again, "God, I love you."
"I'm not God, but I love you, too."
She laughed and tugged on a lock of my hair. "You know what I meant!" I just nodded my head. We sat there in silence for a while, I was leaning against the back of the couch and she was straddling my thighs, our heart beats slowing down together, before she broke the silence. "So I think it's my turn to return the favor." She whispered seductively in my ear. I shivered in anticipation.
"Bedroom?" I asked breathlessly.
She pulled back and looked at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "No," she shook her head. "The kitchen."
"The kitchen?" I questioned as if another head had just popped out of her shoulder.
"I wanna eat my fish in there." She waggled her eyebrows playfully.
I frowned, "Fish? We have fish in... OOOH!" I finally understood what she was talking about. "Fish." I laughed embarrassingly when Sam shook her head at my slowness. "Let's go then." I growled out before making sure my arms were securely under her thighs and standing up. Her legs easily wrapped themselves around my hips and locked at the ankles.
"Wait." Sam said suddenly.
"Huh?" I asked confused.
She looked in between us pointed. "This is so not fair. You gotta get naked, too." she said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and reached under her ass to unbutton my jeans and unzipped them. It fell into a pile around my legs. I felt her grind her center even more into my stomach and raised an eyebrow at her. "Your thumb." she stated as if that was obvious. I wiggled my thumb and realized that the tip was grazing her clit. I grinned mischievously. "NO FAIR!" Sam yelled when she realized what I was up to. She rocked her body back and forth, trying to keep my thumb away from the nub, but that did things to me. Every time she would rock into me her center would coat my stomach with her cum.
"You shouldn't do that."
"Why not?" she asked curiously as she rocked into me again. My knees buckled underneath me and I fell back onto the couch.
I grunted, "We'll never make it to the kitchen... or the bedroom."
She smirked. "We could always go in there later." she said in a seductive tone, pushing me on my shoulders and making me lay down. She laid out on top of me and straddled one of my thighs, nestling one of hers in between my legs. "Now it's your turn to enjoy."
She licked her lips and pressed her thigh against my center roughly. I exhaled in pleasure. "Enjoy I will."
A/N: HAHA! How was that? Was that satisfying? I feel like I rushed the part in the car though, since Shorty was so angry... but then having a hot girlfriend kissing you would calm anyone down, right? Haha. I hope you liked it! Review, please =)