Carly has been thinking about Freddie all day, and as she holds the elevator door for him, she steels herself to invite him over. "So, do you think your mom will mind if you come over for a little bit. I was thinking maybe we could watch some TV and maybe… I dunno, kiss a little."
She had professed her love just the previous day, and their kissing session that was interrupted by Mrs. Benson left her needing to kiss him more. She barely slept, thinking about how nice his lips and tongue felt.
Freddie nearly dropped his crutches in turning away from his door to follow Carly to her apartment. "Who cares what my mom minds!" She grins shyly and pecks him on the cheek.
"Cool." She unlocks the door and holds it while Freddie limps in. "Just make yourself comfortable. I'll get us some lemonade."
Freddie stops and watches her move by him toward the kitchen. "Carly," he calls her name wistfully.
She stops. The tension has followed both of them all day. "Freddie," she says back, trying to be cute.
"Did you mean what you said last night?"
She turns away from him. "Did you need anything to eat? I have ham, but Sam will kill you if you eat her ham."
"Carly," Freddie's voice tries to be forceful, but he's nervous.
She continues with the preparation of glasses of lemonade. She walks up to him, hands him a glass while taking a sip. "Carly," he repeats himself.
"Yes, Freddie, I have always loved you,"she finally replies. "I've loved you since… well, since I started thinking about boys."
Freddie's cup starts to spill as this news hits his ears and processes in his brain. "But — but —"
Carly grabs the cup from him and sets it on the coffee table. "Why don't you sit down," she says, "and I'll explain." She helps him to settle himself on the couch, propping the broken leg on the table. She sits next to him, turns toward him. "You see, I have always known you were the one for me."
His eyes pop a little, but she pats his healthy shoulder to restrain him. "I just… I just wanted to be sure you loved me as much as i loved you."
"Carly, you know I have loved you since the first time I saw you!" His voice squeaks as he says the words. Adolescence is cute in that way. She leans in, whispers into his ear, and then kisses him gently. "Okay, okay."
She backs away for just a moment, looks into his eyes for a long time, and leans back in. "Today is for you, and only for you," she says quietly. She takes his healthy hand in hers, and puts it on her face. "Kiss me, you fool." They start to kiss romantically. Tongues in one another's mouths swishing about magically. She taps his hand, indicating he should move it, and he does, sliding down her neck, her shoulder, under her shoulder. He pauses and she says while taking a short breath, "Uh huh." His hand covers her perky, tiny nub breasts. "There he is," she says breathlessly. He chuckles quietly, but only moves his hand around her breast. "Kiss my neck," she suggests, and he kisses her gently, then a little more aggressively, until she whimpers ever so slightly under his toothy grabs.
He stops. "Are you okay?"
She looks at him wordlessly, and goes for his neck, just by his Adam's apple, more vigorously than he had at hers. He moans loudly and says, "Oh!" In pleasant surprise. As Freddie melts into the couch under Carly's lean, lithe body, she springs yet another surprise on her newly boyfriended neighbor. She leans back, looks him in the eyes for a second, then lifts her shirt over her head. "Whoa, Carly!" He is taken aback by seeing Carly's bra for the first time, a pink, lacy number. He has no idea what size it could be. They always bought bras special for the SuperBra skits
He lunges for her, kissing her collar bone before realizing the sudden movement hurt his arm. "Ow!" He recoils in pain.
Carly laughs lightly, and paws at his shoulder lightly. "Let me do this, Freddie. You'll get your chances to do what you want." He sighs and leans back again. She looks at his eyes and sees the love and wonder dancing excitedly in his friendly, loving eyes. The love and wonder transfer to her, and warm her deeply within.
She kisses his lips, then his chin, biting him gently, and finds motivation in his panted whimpers to proceed further down. She has slid from his side on the couch to the floor when she stops kissing him. She looks up at him, and without a word, begins undoing his jeans zipper.
"Carly…"
She rubs his erection from outside the jeans before she reaches in to feel her first cock.
"Carly," he repeats.
"Freddie," she whispers, then, as she withdraws his cock, "Little Freddie," with a nod, as if in introduction. They both laugh gently. "Actually, not that little." She plays the length of him in the palm of her hand, and looks up to him again.
"What about Spencer?" He asks.
She shrugs, eyes and mind fixated on the girth of Freddie's penis. She studied videos last night, and while she's never done what she's considering doing, she thinks she might be able to manage it.
"Carly… you don't have to."
Freddie's cock is pulsing in her hand as she looks up at him and says, "Fredward Benson, I love you. And I'm going to do this." She squares herself over his lap, knees on the floor, and looks up to his face. "I did some homework, don't worry."
He giggles and then says, "Homework? Am I not the first…"
She laughs at him and pats his chest with her free hand. "I used a banana, Freddie! Gosh!" He laughs back and stares down at her as she ponders her approach.
"Just…"
She purses her lips and opens her mouth, touching her lips to the very tip first. She ignores the thoughts of what this organ is used for ordinarily, and she feels something in her chest move through her, to her belly, meeting something else that had built up in her loins, warmth and hunger that moved up to meet the tremors from her chest in her stomach, and she licks at the top of his penis lightly, then rolls her mouth down slowly, slightly, a millimeter at a time. She closes her eyes, hears Freddie suck in his breath.
She pushes down further, halfway down, before pulling up slowly, careful not to scrape her teeth against him. He gasps as she pops off of him, and she looks up at him. "Are you okay?" She asks.
A tear has escaped his left eye, two have started to stream from his right eye. "My god, Carly…"
She crosses her arms on his lap and breathes on his cock before trying again. "So you're okay," she says with a smile. She takes his length in both hands, and begins to roll her thumbs along his shaft. She breathes deep, and then wraps her lips around his circumference, thinking he's a good deal thicker than the banana she worked with last night. She thinks about what could happen next, but not today. She feels a warmth in her vagina, a moisture, the wetness the porn actresses spoke of in her wanderings of the internet last night, and knows what she needs. She puts her needs aside, and pushes herself further down his cock.
His hand plays at her hair briefly, then he grips the back off her neck tightly. "Carly!" He shouts and his cum slams the back of her throat. She gags and slides off him quickly, as the jism splashes inside her mouth, running down her tongue, and onto his cock as she hangs over him.
"What the hell?" He screams. "Did I —- did I just pee on you?" He looks embarrassed and horrified.
She laughs and looks up at him. She licks the tip of his dick, trying to wipe off the vaguely broccoli-tasting semen from her tongue, but remembers she should be trying to keep this in her mouth and swallowing it. She pushes her mouth down his shaft again, getting almost half way before she finds her gag reflex. She pauses, pushes gently against her throat, and he hollers and grabs her hair. She laughs again, this time her teeth have tapped at his stiff erection as she withdraws.
"No, Freddie," she says, chuckling sympathetically. "You just had an orgasm in my mouth." She rubs his erection with one hand a time or two before she feels his penis begin to retreat. She pulls herself up onto the couch, and kisses him, open-mouthed. She must still have some of his cum on her lips, but neither of them care.
He trembles as she backs away. "I'd ask if it was okay, but what you just did is all I need to know," she says, giggling lightly. She brushes his hair with one hand and with the other, pats his softened cock. "I'll let you put it away."
He acts like he's offended her by ever having his dick out in front of her, and she laughs again. "Freddie, this is normal now. We're gonna fool around and I'm gonna suck you and you're gonna put your mouth on me, and you'll have to be okay with it."
He is breathing heavily, and still looks confused. "We're this kind of couple," she tells him.
"We're sexually active?" He cries out. "My mother's gonna kill both of us!"
She shrugs, and says slightly regretfully, "Well, yeah…" She leans into him and kisses him hard. "That's all for today. That okay?"
He wipes away a tear and says, "Good lord, Carly, that's okay for like a year!"
She shrugs and says, "I hope not! I want to feel your lips on me, your fingers, your…" she blushes when she says it, "cock" and he gasps, "inside of me."
"How? How do you know about this stuff?"
She shrugs and gestures to the computer on the counter dividing the living room from the kitchen. "The internet," she says confidently. "But don't ever, ever go to . Ick!"
They laugh hysterically for a few moments, then she leans into him again, her lips on his lips, their tongues ecstatically swirling around one another's mouths. She rises to standing. "Let's go to my room," she says. "I wanna take this off, but I don't want to do that down here," indicating her bra.
"Uh, okay." He says. She helps him up from the couch, and they make their way to the freight elevator.
"Carly?"
"Yes, Freddie?"
They make eyes at each other for a few seconds.
"I love you."
She pushes her mouth on his and while they kiss waiting for the elevator to arrive, she brushes a hand against his cock, feels it hardening again. "I love you too, Freddie Benson."