Surprise PART THREE! I'M ON A ROLL! ;)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN iCARLY!

chapter| ten

"Okay, you start first," Freddie says as we are sitting on the living room couch, staring at each other face-to-face. I had to put the dishes away and clean them since Fredward wasn't going to do them, and then Fred and I went to the living room to sit and talk about our positive and negative comebacks on our fuck buddy thing.

"Alright, the number one positive thing that I liked was how you work with your hands..." I paused, remembering how his fingers were inside me thrusting me back and forth...

Lord, I need help.

"Oh really? Well, like you said last night, I am a sex wizard." He winked and chuckled.

"Whatever, I said that because I was too busy trying to get my oxygen back from what you caused." I defended my statement not explaining any further. I really couldn't think of anything else but try to breathe from the hot thrusting of his magic fingers inside me. Like how the fuck did he do that?!

"Mhm, sureee." He laughed. He clears his throats and spoke again, "anything else you want to add?"

What else could I say about him? Was there anything else...?

Wait, got one.

"Your dick is the size of Mount Everest," I stated without hesitation.

He bursts out laughing from my confession and stares at me with pride. "Is that a compliment or an insult because whatever it is, I can't change how I am." He smiles like a child and acts like he has the biggest dick in the world.

"All I know is that it hurt when you threw yourself at me, but it's not a bad thing since I'm used to it now. And you made me feel so good." I wiggled my eyebrows showing him my appreciation.

He looks shocked yet lustful after I said that, but the look disappeared as he says, "You're welcome, I'm glad I could make you come so quickly." He said lowly sounding sexy with it.

All of the sudden, my sex started to twitch from hearing his low voice like he used last night. Why is it every time I hear something so sexy and wrong, I feel horny and wanting more.

"Okay, my turn!"

I snapped out of my thoughts and focused where the voice was coming from. I look at the nub who is staring at me with a dumb smirk on his face. Uh oh...

"What do you have to say about me, Fredweird?" I asked, scared of what he's going to say.

He rubs his chin, concentrating on the words he has to say to me. He drops his hand down on his lap and takes a deep breath, exhaling. "The one positive thing I liked were your tits." He blurted.

"My tits?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Yeah, your tits are like...wow! I never thought you had that in you. I never looked there; I thought you were like an A cup or something." He snickered.

"Wow thanks," I rolled my eyes.

"No, but seriously. I liked those and..." he swallowed his Adam's apple and stared at me nervously, like what he's about to say will embarrass one of us. "I also liked your...pussy." He mumbled the last word, but I heard clearly what he said.

"What'd you say? I couldn't hear you." I tilt my head to the side to hear him repeat louder, smirking.

"I said I liked your pussy! Ugh!" He cringed knowing he doesn't like saying that out loud.

I laughed at his disgusted figure and thought it was cute. "Aww, it's okay, I complimented on your little, well big friend, so it's okay to compliment on mine," I assured smiling at him so he could feel better.

"You're doing this on purpose, you bitch," he muttered, and I chuckled at his childish act.

"Well, how I act won't change will it?" I asked.

"No," he grumbled.

"Okay, what else do you have to add, you baby?" I say, crossing my legs on the couch.

He looks at me and rests his arm on the couch rest. "...what I didn't like was how you felt uncomfortable before we did anything." He said in a serious tone.

I furrowed my eyebrows confused on what he's talking about. "What do you mean?"

"Remember how I took your bra off and you asked me if I was sure I wanted to do...what we did with you?"

Once he said that the memory pops into my mind and I felt a little ashamed for thinking of what I said. "Yeah, I do."

"I didn't like how you felt you weren't confident enough about your body to me..." he murmured. He's really serious about this subject, and it's making me feel subconscious about what happened. "I'm glad you were confident afterward, but it just sounded like you didn't trust me enough or something." He said with his eyes hurt in a way, and I don't like that look on him; it's just not the Freddie I know.

"No, Freddie believe me, I did, do trust you but it was kind of weird showing my naked body to my friend, you know? After Jonah, I just thought it would be a waste of time showing my body again after I said I would keep my legs closed." I said honestly, muttered at the last sentence.

He chuckled through his nose and ran his hand through his hair. "I guess I understand that. Although, if you don't like something, you can always tell me, don't hold it in. Okay?" He asked reaching for my hand that is on my lap and holds onto it.

I just love how gentle he can be when we discuss something like this. Even though he's my best friend, he will always be loved by his girl-friend sitting in front of him. "Yeah, okay." I put up a real smile and rubbed his hand with my thumb.

"Good," he pats my leg and stands up from the couch. "Now I'm going to go bed. I have to work tomorrow sadly, and I need to sleep." He grumbled.

"Okay, goodnight." I smiled.

"Goodnight." He leans down and kisses the top of my head and stood up straight again. "Good talk tonight, maybe we'll do the real thing later when we're free," he winked then walked away from the living room to his bedroom.

I watch him walk away and see him close the bedroom door behind him. Is this really happening? Is what we're doing happening? I know this isn't a dream because I usually have wet dreams about Ryan Gosling, so I know this is reality.

It's so weird to think about how we turned from best friends to friends with benefits...but still best friends. Our life has changed from an entirely different level.

Holy, fucking shit!