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Author's note: This is dedicated to LoupDreams, Naughty Nina, OrgasmicLulu, Kevin III, Jake Watson, Sir Putte Rågersson and Zila.
Author's note 2: Isaiah Flamez is NOT allowed to read this story!
Author's note 3: Don't ask for more chapters or a sequel, please.
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iTaco-time, oh, yeah!
For the 3 cool 16 year olds Carly, Sam and Freddie it's the very first Friday night of the summer so they celebrste that there's no school by having tacos in Carly's room.
All of them are in casual clothes, eating tacos and being happy.
"Sam, you look hot." says Freddie.
"Oh, thanks." says Sam.
"Yeah." says Freddie.
"It's cool to have you guys here." says a happy Carly.
She love to spend time with her best friends.
"Thanks." says Freddie and Sam.
"Do you want coffee?" says Carly.
"Yup." says Sam.
"Of course." says Freddie.
"Here you go, guys." says a very sweet Carly as she pour coffee for her 2 best friends.
"Thanks." says Freddie and Sam.
"You're welcome." says Carly.
"Nice outfit ya wear." says Sam.
"Awww. Thanks." says a happy Carly.
"Sure, girl." says Sam, being happy too.
"Like being here with two hot girls." says Freddie.
"Don't ya push it, Mr Nerdville." says Sam.
"Please..." says Freddie.
"C'mon, you aren't the guy for me." says Sam.
"Just be sweet to each other." says Carly.
"Okay." says Freddie.
Sam simply nod in silence.
"Anyone got any fun story to tell today?" says Carly.
"I've got absolutely nothing." says Freddie.
"Only dirty stuff...sorry." says Sam.
"Unfortunately I don't have a good one either." says Carly.
"Like opsss..." says Sam as she fart by accident.
"Ewww!" says Carly.
"Chill, Carly. It's just regular anal-gas." says Sam, being very casual.
"Yeah, but I don't like that, Sam." says Carly.
"Alright...sorry." says Sam.
"It's fine, I guess..." says Carly.
"Thanks, girl." says Sam.
"You're welcome." says Carly.
"Nice and...opsss..." says Sam as she fart by accident again.
"Ewww." says Carly.
"Sorry. Seem slike my butt-control is kinda bad." says Sam.
"I think farts are disgusting." says Carly.
"Next time I try to hold in or run to bathroom." says Sam.
"Good. That'd be better." says Carly.
22 minutes later.
"Damn." says Sam who feel that she need to take a shit.
She run to the bathroom.
"At least she's trying to make it to the bathroom this time." says Carly.
"Yeah." says Freddie.
"Sam's a friend, but some of her habits is too far from what I prefer." says Carly.
"Okay." says Freddie.
"I like her. Even so I wish she'd stop being disgusting sometimes." says Carly.
"That I have to agree on, for sure." says Freddie.
"Awww! Thanks, Freddie." says a happy Carly, all cute.
"No problem, Carly." says Freddie.
"Wonderful." says Carly.
"Yeah." says Freddie.
12 minutes later, Sam returns from the bathroom.
She look tired and exhausted.
This means the shit she took was huge and that it was painful.
"Damn! That was soooo not fun." says Sam.
"I don't wanna know." says Carly.
"Sorry..." says Sam.
"You're cool, but I'd like you to be more of a lady." says Carly.
"Not exactly my thing." says Sam.
"Perhaps so, but you can try." says Carly.
"Okay, girl." says Sam.
"Awww. Thanks." says Carly.
"Yup." says Sam.
45 minutes later.
"Carly, have you decided what we'll do for the next web-show?" says Freddie.
"No. I have a few ideas, but I'm not sure yet which one's the best." says Carly.
"We can always do something dirty." says Sam.
"Uh...no, thanks, Sam." says Carly.
"Too bad. Dirty's fun." says Sam.
"I disagree." says Carly.
"Freddie?" says Sam.
"Sorry. I'm with Carly on this." says Freddie.
"Damn..." says Sam.
"Awww! Thanks sooo much, Freddie." says a happy Carly.
Carly gives Freddie a hug.
This makes Freddie blush a bit.
"Red like a tomato ya are, dude." says Sam, teasing Freddie a bit in a semi-friendly way.
"Uh...no." says a slightly nervous Freddie, who in secret still has feelings for Carly, despite pretending to be over it.
"Sure. Whatever floats your crap." says Sam.
"Don't bully him." says Carly.
"Alright...sorry." says Sam.
"Good." says Carly.
45 minutes later.
"Nice." says Sam, playing a game on her phone.
"I sure hope that's not a dirty movie you're watching." says Carly.
"Don't worry. I'm just playin' a silly game." says Sam and show her phone so Carly can see that it's true.
"Good. I so hate dirty movies." says Carly.
"Oh, I love 'em a lot." says Sam.
"Yeah 'cause you're kind of a naughty girl." says Carly.
"So true, yup." says Sam.
"Are you actually proud of that fact?" says Carly.
"Yeah." says Sam.
"Relax, girls." says Freddie.
"Keep yourself out, dude." says Sam.
"There's no need to be sassy." says Freddie.
"Oh...sorry." says Sam.
"Thanks." says Freddie.
"Cool." says Sam.
"Uh...sure." says Freddie.
"Awwww! Cute!" says Carly when she notice what might be romantic feelings between Sam and Freddie.
"C'mon, Carly Shay. I so do not crush on Captain Dork." says Sam.
"Sam, don't call me that." says Freddie.
"I was talkin' to Carly, not you." says Sam.
"Be nice." says Carly.
"Okay." says Sam with a cute sweet smile.
"Yay." says a happy Carly.
20 minutes later.
"I wonder who Freddie like more, me or Carly?" says Sam.
"Sam, please..." says Carly.
"Both of you are my friends." says Freddie.
"Yeah, but I meant as more than a friend, ya damn dork." says Sam.
"Honestly I have no such feelings for either of you." says Freddie.
Freddie sort of has a crush on both girls, but doesn't wanna admit this to them.
"Liar." says Sam.
"No, be nice to him, he's our friend." says Carly.
"I'm already nice." says Sam.
"If you say so..." says Freddie.
50 minutes later.
"Ewww." says Carly when Sam fart again.
"Chill, it's not so bad." says Sam.
"That's your opinion. An opinion I so don't share." says Carly.
"Alright, kid. Ya are free to think...oh, no!" says Sam and then puke a lot.
It turns out that Sam had to much hot sauce on her tacos.
Not even her tough girl timmu cannot take overspiced taco.
Sam feel very sick.
"Here." says Carly as she give Sam a towel, a glass of water and a painkiller pill.
"Awww! Thanks." says Sam.
45 minutes later.
Carly and Freddie are already asleep.
Sam read a naughty magazine.
"Hot. Naked macho handsome men. Sam like." says Sam, gtting turned on.
22 minutes later though; Sam asleep, just like her 2 friends, being too tired to play with herself.
Sam mumbles weird stuff in her sleep, having a crazy dream like she has most nights.
The End.