Chapter 44
Friday evening, Sam and Freddie were almost to the hotel for their weekend getaway. He was still nervous about the idea and they hadn't spoken much the whole way. Part of him wanted to 'seal the deal' with Sam, part of him wasn't sure if that's what she was truly ready for and another part wished they had been together for the past decade.
"So what did you tell Melanie, anyway?" He asked. "She sure was stoked about an extra day with Alex."
"I told her Alex wanted to stay the whole weekend and you were too shy to ask." She shrugged from the passenger seat of his new SUV as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. "She knows how spineless you can be."
He just rolled his eyes at her comment. Some things would never change. "I guess she was pretty jazzed about the idea of a whole weekend with her mom, so no really untrue."
"You know, we're gonna have to tell her some time." Sam stated clearly. "About us."
"Just a little while yet. After we tell Melanie. Maybe after we finally, you know, take it to that level. That's what we agreed from the beginning."
"Sex." She smirked. "We're not twelve, you can actually say the word and your mom won't wash your mouth out with soap, Freddie. We've done it before. A lot I might add." She was hoping to again, and soon but was afraid to push him given his track record.
"It just seems weird." He argued.
"You're weird." She smirked. "But I still love you." She stretched over and kissed his cheek innocently as he shut off the car.
They carried their bags toward the room and kept talking.
"I still hope this isn't too awkward." He worried. "This just looks like one of those kind of hotels. You know, for couples to get their freak on. Are you sure you're OK with this?"
"Why are you fussing. I've told you this was supposed to a room for two girls. Unless you think Carly and I were going to be doing stuff. Like I said ten times, it's a room with connected suites. I've seen the brochure. We'll each have our own space; it's not like they were expecting 2 girls to share a bed. Here it is, room 225. Hmm, I could have sown she told me it was on the first floor, though."
As they opened the door, they found quite a surprise. Inside, it was clear this was indeed the honeymoon suite. There was a gigantic, raised bed with at least ten pillows, a hot tub, champagne on ice, a walk in shower big enough for more than two people, a gigantic puffy couch, a fireplace with a low fire and all kinds of romantic accoutrements.
"Uh, you were saying." He stuttered. "This looks pretty couple-y to me."
"This has to be a mistake." She said with wide eyes. "There's no way Carly booked a room like this for us."
"Well, Carly has been a little more adventurous ever since she's been seeing that mechanic dude. Maybe she was hoping to try something different." He teased.
"Dude!" Sam swatted at him but he got out of her way.
"We should call down to the front desk." He suggested. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. They've surely got another room. Or even two."
"Good idea. Call down and tell those wazz bags we need another room." Sam snapped as she opened cabinets and drawers. "Look at this, a romantic fire, puffy robes, strawberries, whipped cream. I mean, we might be dating but I don't want to spend the weekend in some nubby honeymoon hotel room. Unless . . . " Suddenly, her eyes fixated on a drawer full of food. There was imported bacon and all kinds of chocolate.
"What's that?' He asked, hotel room phone in his hand, looking over his shoulder.
Sam was busy reading the label on one of the packages. 'complimentary imported chocolate covered Bolivian bacon' it read. If there was one piece of it in the drawer, there were thirty.
"Just relax, Sam. I'll get to the bottom of all this." He said. "I'm going to ask to speak to the manager."
"Fredward, put that phone down right now or I will hurt you. Bad."
"But I thought you said this room was nubby and it would make you uncomfortable." He questioned.
"Well, we are adults. If we can't spend the weekend in some romantic, suggestive room without it turning into something one of us might not be not ready for, it's too damn bad. And I doubt the chocolate goes along with any other room."
"Wait, are those complimentary, imported bacon strips covered in chocolate?" Suddenly her motive became clear.
"Yes. Yes they are." She said as she hugged a handful of the pieces. "And I might need some time alone with them. I've told you before Bolivian bacon changes a person."
The two spent the next few hours enjoying the room. They ordered room service and set about to pampering themselves with lobster, steaks and champagne. The awkwardness had begun to wear off and it was getting late.
"So where are you gonna sleep?" Sam asked him.
"What do you mean? There's plenty of room in that bed for both of us."
She raised an eyebrow. "You really think that's a good idea? Mister 'taking it slow'. You're liable to end up massaging the twins in your sleep. And you know how that gets to me."
He thought a few seconds. "Maybe you're right. I suppose this couch looks pretty comfy." He fluffed at the cushions. "Yeah, it's actually pretty nice. Better than my mom's."
As they prepared to turn in, Sam flopped onto the bed. He was already stretched out on the couch. "Oh my God! You've gotta feel this thing. This is like laying on a cloud." She sighed. "These sheets are like the skin of baby angels."
"That's actually kind of a disturbing description." He walked over and pensively sat on the edge of the bed. "Yep. Soft alright." He ran his hand over the sheets. "Enjoy." He prepared to get up.
"Oh, come on. You've got to lay back and try it right." She grabbed him and pulled him down flat. "These pillows are like fluffy marshmallows. I'll bet they're filled with some kind of imported swan down or something. Think of how many swans are naked just so we can sleep on these pillows."
He sighed. "Again, disturbing description. But you're right they are very cloud like."
After a minute, She spoke. "You really don't have to stay on that sofa. As long as you promise me you're not going to be all groping me in my sleep or something. Or rubbing up against me. I know how you like to dry hump when the morning wood strikes."
They agreed that Sam would sleep under the covers and he would be on top. It was warm in the room anyway and he figured he wouldn't need to cover up. Especially if he kept his socks on.
"Turn off the light, Fredinand." She ordered as she snuggled under the comforter.
"The switch is on your side." He argued.
"Well which one? There's like, ten switches here. Just go use the switch by the door."
"I don't know. Just start pushing buttons until the light goes off." He propped up on one elbow to look at the end stand. "It's too bright in here to sleep."
"I thought you were a tech genius." She reached over and pressed one button. The lights lowered to the mood lighting level.
"Uh, I guess that's not it." He said. "Try the blue one. Maybe that shuts them totally off."
She did and bed began to vibrate gently. "Oooh, that's actually pretty nice." Sam sighed and reached for another button. This time, the window shades lowered with a dull hum. "Nope." She huffed and pressed another button.
Suddenly, music started and a husky male voice starting singing. "I wanna have s-s-s-sex."
"What the chiz was that?" Freddie jumped up and stood beside the bed as the blonde slapped at the button to make the music stop.
"It didn't sound like Barry White." Sam huffed.
He was clearly embarrassed. "Wow, that was, uh, awkward." He stammered.
"Yeah. Weird. I've heard of random dancing but random music." She agreed. "I swear I didn't know that was going to happen."
"Here. I'll go turn off the lights with the switch by the door since I'm already up." He walked toward the room door and did just that. "Don't touch any of that stuff again."
The two got back into the bed, said good night, lying on their backs and suddenly she started giggling. "Can you imagine some nub thinking all this chiz is romantic?"
He awkwardly laughed himself. "Yeah. That music and the mood lighting. And the self closing shades. Who gets turned on with crap like that?"
"Well, the vibrating bed is pretty cool." She argued.
"Cheesy but cool."
"It's all cliché like a movie or something. Well, I guess the chocolate is pretty awesome, and those were the best strawberries I ever ate, but other than that this whole room is beyond cheesy."
Freddie chuckled. "Can you imagine how awkward this would have been if it was just you and Carly?"
After a few minutes of laughing, they shared a very innocent kiss and said goodnight.
The next morning, after their in-room breakfast and spending some time in their hot tub, the two were sitting around trying to think of something to do.
"Hey. Here's something we should try." She said as she looked over a folder detailing all the services offered to hotel guests. "An in-room couples' massage."
"You sure that's a good idea? Don't we have to, like, lie there totally naked to get a massage?" He asked. "You know, because we haven't seen each other like that in years. An-and there's other people around."
"Not totally naked. Usually you keep your shorts on. Haven't you ever had a massage?"
He shook his head. "My mom told me about that seaweed wrap her and Spencer did the time we went to Japan."
"Oh, God. I do not want to picture your mother wrapped up like a tamale." She scoffed. "Or Spencer for that matter."
"So this massage thing, you can't do that wearing a shirt, right?" He was clearly getting uncomfortable. "I don't mind, it's just, won't it be kind of awkward? You know, you being topless in front of a stranger. An-and me?" All he could picture was Sam's bare chest in front of some chiseled, hunk of man.
"Not like you haven't seen 'em before." She smirked and jiggled her upper body. "And I know you were checking me out in that hot tub a bit ago."
"That bikini top just has an interesting pattern." He tried to beg off.
"Besides, there will be other people in the room. I don't know about you, but I'm not going to be all turned on with some strangers hanging out up in here with us."
He just shrugged. "If you think it will be alright, I'm down with it."
The massage was scheduled with a quick call to the front desk and before long a knock came to the door.
Sam got up to answer it and found a brunette abut their age, carrying a fold-up massage table in each hand with a bag slung over her shoulder. "Hi. I'm Brooke, are you the Pucketts?"
"I am." Sam replied dryly, looking the girl up and down. She wasn't thinking of some young, cute girl showing up. "He's not."
She was kind of pretty and dressed professionally with a white shirt and short skirt. There were obviously a few brain cells not firing as she seemed like a total air head. Freddie took notice to the fact that there was only one person present. Deep down inside he was relieved there was no muscle-bound, overly tanned, surfer looking stud to massage Sam, but the appearance of this masseuse made him nervous. Would he be able to keep his composure with this good looking girl rubbing over his naked body. He was hoping for some large framed, muscular, slightly less than attractive, considerably older female. Other than the petting and kisses with Sam, it had been way too long since he was touched and he was afraid something unintended might happen. And happen very quickly.
The young lady set about to preparing her tables and made polite, yet somewhat awkward conversation, telling them about other hotel services and some local attractions.
"OK, you two can lie down." She pointed to the tables and said with a flirty giggle. "So, who's first?"
Sam was already on the table, somehow managing to not expose her naked upper body to either Freddie or the other young lady while removing her robe.
"I guess we have a volunteer." Brooke giggled and applied some oil to her hands before touching Sam's bare back.
As Freddie took off his robe and laid down himself, he was glad he was on his front, the sight of Sam's naked body, and the associated side boob not more than four feet away did turn him on. Not to mention this girl rubbing Sam and making her moan on occasion. He couldn't help but think of Sam and this girl making each other moan.
After fifteen or twenty minutes, it was Freddie's turn and Brooke re-oiled her hands to start in on him.
"Oooh, someone's been to the gym." She flirted as she touched his back muscles.
Sam bristled at her statement. Who the hell did this chick think she was? She was obviously flirting with Freddie. And to all outward appearances they were a couple. What kind of girl does that?
"So, I've got to ask." The massage girl began. "You guys look so familiar, are you two from iCarly?"
Sam huffed. She *was* starting to relax. This question always made her stiffen. She was more than Carly's sidekick. She had a life of her own for the last ten years. At least the girl had turned down the flirting a couple of notches.
"Yes." Freddie simply replied. "That was, like, a decade ago."
"I think it's cool you guys are still together." Brooke said with sincerity.
"I remember, you did the craziest stuff. When I was in high school, my friends and I used to get such a kick out of you guys. Say, whatever happened to that Carly girl? She was kind of hot. She had a great ass."
Sam suddenly felt better. So massage girl thought Carly was hot? Hmm, maybe she wasn't really flirting with Freddie after all. Clearly she didn't swing that way. At least not full time.
"You almost met her. She was supposed to be here this weekend. But she couldn't make it." Freddie told her innocently, not even thinking that it sounded like she was going to accompany them on their romantic weekend.
Brooke raised an eyebrow. They were going to have another girl with them? Maybe they were more open minded than they appeared. Because he looked pretty up tight and Sam definitely seemed less than adventurous.
"So, you two aren't like married or exclusive or whatever?" She asked, wondering what the story of the threesome was. "I just figured you were a couple."
"We're a whatever." Sam replied with contempt, now turning her head toward the woman and glaring, as much to give stink eye as to keep watch on what she was doing to Freddie. "And we are exclusive."
"Oh, I just thought when you said Carly was coming along, that maybe you guys were an open couple. Maybe it was going to be a three way thing. You an open couple?"
Sam choked a cough. "What? Carly's our best friend! And she's not like that. And there's nothing open."
"You know, if you're into trying something new, I could stick around after the massage. Since your friend couldn't come along. We could all have some fun together. You were always the hot one anyway, at least to me." She winked at Sam. "And you definitely got hotter." She said to Freddie.
