Again, I didn't proofread, because that's who I as a person. Sam Puckett action. She finds a useful gadget ;)

The following morning when the young blonde hazily fluttered her eyelashes open, gently to not hurt her vision, she came to the conclusion that she was in the Shay apartment. It took her a full minute to settle her vision, although the lights weren't on, and fortunately it was completely quiet. Still, her temples pounded like drums as she tried to remember why she was there to begin with. She couldn't recall any memory of ever walking up the Bushwell Plaza and towards apartment 8-C. She figured it was more of a second sense to guide herself towards her home away from home. And although Carly wasn't a resident at the moment, she and Spencer were close enough nonetheless to excuse her unannounced intrusions.

Sam tried to stand for a second, only to crash back down against the ruffled blanket, rubbing the nape of her neck. "What the fuck." All she could remember was meeting some new friends at a club down town and, thanks to her fake I.D., drinking as though her liver was undamageable. Looking around for her phone, she had noticed it wasn't anywhere near her. Either she misplaced it inside the apartment, or it was gone along with her dignity, whatever was left of it. Spencer had known since meeting her, she was a train wreck, and the express kind. Giving her stance a second attempt with success, she began to pull the blanket and cushions off the sofa. She could always replace her fake identity with the low price of a twenty dollar bill, with some change back even, but her pear-phone contained unreplaceable preserves that only a time machine could retrieve.

She became startled when the entrance door opened, forcing a flinh as reflex, her killer headache was still annoyingly present. The owner of the apartment had waltzed in, piercing his dark eyes at her before slamming the door the shut. She winced, a mild groan of annoyance directed at him dragging out her throat, "Geez, Spence! A bit louder, why won't ya'?"

"If you think you're grown enough to drink, then surely enough you can live with the consequences," he advised her, walking past her towards the kitchen with a few groceries in hand. She sighed with irritation, not quite in the mood to get the parenting she wouldn't get in her own home. Why would drunk-Sam ever stumble towards the Shay residence?

"I know, I know," she replied with irritation, walking towards the kitchen to stop at the counter where the computer monito sat, taking a seat herself on the tall stool. "What time is it anyways?" She asked, pushing umbrushed stands of hair away from her face, not minding how messy she appeared.

"Three."

She nodded unsurprised, not expecting less from her.

"Here," Spencer said, walking towards her with a pill and a glass of water, "it's an aspirin. It should help. If it doesn't, I'll get you another." Her blue eyes became captivated by the medicine, reaching for it instantly and gulping it down without a question, thanking him after a heavy breath from gulping down the water she unconsciously was thirsty for.

"I also lost my phone," she groaned and he smirked towards her, placing the said mobile device in front of her. "What – how? When did you – ?"

"I found it on my way out the apartment. You must've dropped it on your way up."

That was very reasonable.

She unlocked her phone, seeing there was missed calls from Freddie and some text messages. A few voice mails with a frantic voice wanting to know where she was. She stepped off the stool and left Spencer cooking in the kitchen while she took the elevator to Carly's bedroom, letting him know she'd be showing and borrowing some of her clothing. She remembered the gray dress she was wearing and how much she loved the way it looked on her. Yet, although Spencer was someone of her comfortable circle, she felt embarrassed knowing he'd seen her hammered while wearing the handkerchief-of-a-dress.

After scavenging her phone, she noticed she had left Freddie some messages of her own, in which she admits to lovingly him. That was uncessary and a tad dramatic of her, if she were being honest. He had been away for university, although he'd be returning in a few weeks for the summer. Sure, she did have some unresolved feelings for the guy, but she promised to let him take a break from her. No matter how much she missed him and how sex-deprived she had been since he'd been gone. Not counting masturbation, of course. Freddie Benson had been her first, and admittingly she fondled around with other guys, she hadn't let anyone else penetrate her. She didn't know the real life status when it came to the nub, but she'd be lying if she didn't expect a hookup when he returned.

She decided to leave him on read; she wasn't up to dealing with what he had to say anytime soon. Unclothing herself, Sam stepped into the shower and rinsed her body quickly with whatever hygienic products Carly had left behind. After shampooing and conditioning, she dried herself and wrapped the towel around her body to find something to wear. She searched for some panties and a bra, noticing Carly had left behind most of them, and she figured she'd buy cuter ones in Italy. Pulling them up, it wasn't a surprise they were tight fitting. Naturally Sam has a rounder behind with wider hips. As well with her bra, since Carly Shay's perky breast were rather small compared to Sam's C-cup. Dressing in her friend's undergarment, she didn't mean to stumble upon a very sensitive gadget.

Sam chuckled out loud with her surprising find, reaching for the sex toy that was dug towards the back of the drawer. The young blonde had her own experiences with several devices used to stimulate for the same purpose, including the egg-like bullet-vibrator with the wired remote control. It was a bright pink and Sam couldn't help but smirk at how Carly-like the device was. It tempted her. She sneaked back into the bathroom, locking the door behind her and sinking into the dry bathtub where she quickly slipped the mini-vibrator within her walls.

There was only two buttons; the power button and the motion switch, which controlled the speed of the vibration. Sam started off slowly, becoming familiar with the gadget. It shivered gently within her, but quick enough to get her going. She was still wearing Carly's undergarments and now using her sex toy made her feel weird. She didn't know how weird, but still peculiar. She was breathing in slowly, her eyes closed as she visualize particular hands holding onto her. She pressed the button to pick up the speed, the small vibrator shaking left and right against her clit, creating a sensation she hadn't felt in a long while. Her throat released a quiet moan, followed by a squeal, forcing her legs to tangle with each other in the quiet bathroom.

She only imagined how many times Carly pleases herself in such a way. Carly had still been a virgin when she had gone away, promising to call her as soon as she lost her V-card if she were to overseas. Sam moaned a tad louder, double-clicking the motion switch, the vibration making itself be heard as she tried to catch her breath. She released the remote and pushed the bra upwards to expose her hard nipples; pink and perky. She took each nipple in each hand, intertwining between her thumbs and middle finger, tugging gently away as her orgasm was reaching its peak. Her heavy breathing were full-on moans now, hoping she wasn't loud enough Spencer could hear her.

Her breathing was getting harder to grasp, her whole body beginning to vibrate along with the toy. Her blood was rushing through her body, giving her a high she urged for, ignoring the speed of her heart. She smirled widely, "Yes, yes!" She breathed quietly to herself, as the vibrator continued to rub itself relentlessly within her walls and against her clit. She felt warm and giddy, a certain boy coming into mind just as she was about to reach her climax. "Freddie! Freddie – oh, God yes! Yes! Gaah, ah, aah, ah! Hmm!"

Her pelvis thrusted forward, her fingers running through her hair only to clench to it. This was heaven and although she was far too sensitive, she kept the vibrator inside. She groaned with madness, her body twisting insanely as her sapphire-like eyes rolled back in amazement. She missed his touch. Carly's panties were now drenched with her substance. She tried to sit up, unintentionally pushing the toy further up, making her body weak. "Ah, ah, aah, mmm, ah – haa, aah!" Her moans were quite audible and high-pitched, remembering how Freddie would tease her about it. She was a screamer, and her moans were cute, or so Benson promised. Her heavy breathing was bound to suffocate her any second now, yet her moans continued. She bit her lower lip, just like when she and Freddie sneaked around for a pounding, to which Sam would have to lower her voice.

Her hips motioned circular movements, sweat glistening down her forehead, "Awww, oh, God! Oh, God! Mmmm, ah, ah, aah! Mmm!" Her body stumbles forward, shaking, unable to move as freely as her orgasm was too much to bear. Still, the gadget continued to do its job inside her, numbing her nerves as it was becoming too sensitive. She wanted to pull it out, yet her arms would limp. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, embracing herself in some sort of comfort at how much of a high she was reaching. Her vision was becoming blurry, her cum spilling down her inner thighs.

It was then when she reached for the loose wire attached to the mini vibrator, tugging it out and sending a sense of goosebumps across her body when it slipped out. She rested with large breathing inside the bathtub. "Fucking shit."

Sam slipped in a pair of Carly's shorts and Penny Tee. Just like the fresh pair of panties and bra, the fitting embraced her body wonderfully. The shorts slipped upwards, between her thighs, and the shirt pressed tightly against her large breasts and flat tummy. In a pair of socks, the blue-eyed-blonde rushed down the stairs towards the kitchen island where Spencer had already finished making lunch, although he was out of sight. Like always, she figured she was welcomed to anything, serving herself a plate before taking a seat on the sofa with some Celeberities Underwater.

Spencer hadn't meant to hear the loud moans Sam had emitted when he'd gone up to search for her. He finished cooking, yet she was still upstairs. Checking up on her, he did knock on Carly's door with no answer. Still, he allowed himself in and it was then when he heard her angelic voice enlighten the lonesome bedroom. It was the temptation within that forced him to pull out his phone and voice record the sound transmitting through the walls loud and clear. He could feel himself enlarging rather quickly. When she quiet down, as soundless as he could, Spencer snuck out and rushed down the stairs and into his bedroom where he attempted to take care of his situation.

After a few minutes, he walked out his bedroom to find the blonde teen lounged about his sofa. Her soft legs were exposed, her noticeably curvy of a body as well, shining her off as cutely as could be.

"Hey, Spence, thanks for the food, I already grabbed seconds," she winked and he gulped at how sexy she seemed winking at him. What was the matter with him? This was Sam! Sure that didn't stop him last night, but he figured that because of the unintentional porn and her seductive way of dressing. But now, in short shorts and thight clothing with her messy waves of sunshine hair, smelling like daisies was driving him into insanity.

"Oh, you're welcome. You know, no big deal. I'm here to serve. For whatever and whenever. If you ever, um, need me."

Sam stared at him oddly, his chosen words making her ponder what he was going on about. And she figured it had to do with how she reacted with him when she woke up. She was naturally a bitch, but Spencer was like a brother to her, and he was doing what even her own mother hadn't been doing. He cared for her like he cared for Carly, or so she believed. She stood, placing her plate atop the coffee table to walk towards him and embrace him, taking him by surprise.

"I know, Spencer. Sorry I snapped this morning."

It took a second, but she felt better when she felt his arms envelop around her petite body, squeezing and tightening his palm around her shoulders.

"You don't mind me staying a couple more days, do ya'?"

If he were being honest, he could stay as long as he wished for, as long as she paraded her body like she was now. But he wasn't about to tell her that. "Sure. Stay as long as you need, kiddo."

I think I might be going somewhere with this. Let me know what you guys think! This seems very spam-centric, but it really isn't. I'm thinking about some ideas, but then again, usually I never pull-through, huh? Thanksgiving vacation gave me some time to post something! Please don't forget to review!

-Jenna