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chapter | eleven
"How was your day?" Freddie asks me as he kisses my neck and I enjoy his moist lips brushing my bare neck.
"Eh, it was alright. I had to take my history test and I'm waiting for the results." I answered, clutching the ends of his hair, getting a small moan from him.
"I bet you passed with flying colors." He pulls away from my neck and stares at me with his chocolate eyes.
"Ha! Yeah right. I suck at that class." I laughed, knowing any class I take sucks ass.
Freddie and I are on my bed basically kissing and enjoying each other's time with our clothes on. It's been two weeks since we've been doing our friends with benefits thing and every time we have sex, we always do the same routine from the first time we did it.
"You don't suck if you have a C in the class." He countered giving me 'a look'.
"How do you know I have a C in that class?" I asked concerned.
He looks away from me and stoops his lips. "I may or may have not looked through your grades in the grade book."
"You stalker!" I laughed, hitting his arm and he winced from the pain. "How did you even go through my school account?"
"You're not very good at picking passwords." He rolled his eyes. "Ham as a password?" He chuckled.
"Shut up! I love food, so I put them as my password for everything," I mumbled.
"And besides, I got curious because sometimes you don't do your homework like you're supposed to." He confessed, and I couldn't help but agree.
I rolled my eyes saying, "I guess...school is boring though!"
"I understand..." he leans down and kisses me on the lips while I caress his cheek.
Moments later, I heard a phone ringing to an annoying nerdy ringtone, and I was starting to get annoyed. Freddie stops kissing me and looks at the nightstand.
"Ugh, I'm sorry." He grabs his phone and turns the ringtone off. "I have class in fifteen minutes, I have to go." He said looking at me with a sorry look.
"Now? Dammit, I was getting in the mood." I mumbled.
"It's okay, we can continue this later." He winked and gave me a peck kiss before getting off of the bed.
"Alright, have fun." I smiled as he grabs his backpack off the ground.
"Okay, see you later." He said with a generous smile and leaves the room. After hearing the front door closed, I think about what I'm supposed to do for another hour.
Hmm...maybe I'll watch some Girly Cow. I'm done with my classes for the rest of the day so I can have some free time!
I got off the bed and went to my movie shelf, glancing through the seasons of Girly Cow. After a while of looking through them, I picked up season three on DVD and took the silver disc out of the case. I put the disc in the DVD player and waited for the show to come on screen.
It's seven o'clock, and I'm in the living room, sitting on be couch worried. It's been two hours since Freddie went to class. He usually comes home around six thirtyish, but he's an hour late.
Did he get caught up in class?
I called him a while ago and all I got was his voicemail. I hope nothing bad happened to him. Usually, I wouldn't have to worry about him coming home late since his class doesn't end till six, but something inside me has a warning that something bad has happened to him. He's not even answering his phone!
About ten minutes later, I hear the front door open, and I snapped my head towards it, seeing Freddie walking inside the house, holding two subway sandwiches.
"Freddie!" I snapped.
Freddie flinched from the loud sound and aims his eyes at me, startled. "Oh, hey Sam." He sighed in relief.
"Why weren't you answering your phone?" I asked, irritated standing up. "I called you like five times and you didn't answer."
"Yeah...sorry." He drops his backpack on the floor by the door. "After class, my friends and I went to subway to talk about our payment issues with the manager." He walks closer to me, and my body starts to cool down knowing he's okay and doesn't have any broken bones.
"Thank god," I sighed. "I was worried about you." I pouted.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I should've texted you but my friends pulled me at the last minute, and I didn't have time." He said with a sad expression on his face while walking closer to me. "I'm back in one piece, though." He did his 'I'm sorry' smile to lighten the mood, and it works every time he did something wrong.
I chuckled and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his torso hugging him. "I forgive you, you nub."
"Good." He wraps his arms around me and saviors the embrace as he rocks me back and forth.
We pulled away from each other and I got my chance to punch his arm, and he screamed like a girl. "Next time, please call me when you're somewhere so I wouldn't have to worry," I warned with an angry look and he nodded his head, rubbing his arm.
"Yes, ma'am." He mumbled.
I smiled and fell back on the couch, taking a deep breath, exhaling. Freddie sits next to me and crosses his arms over his chest. "So, what did you do while I was gone?"
"I just watched some Girly Cow and came down here for a bit, until I realized you weren't home yet." I stared at him with an arched eyebrow.
"At least I brought us sandwiches from work." He smiles, showing me the two subs in his hands.
"I guess," I laughed. "And I checked to see if I got my test grade from history and I surprisingly got a B+ on it."
"You got a B? Congratulations! I told you-you were going to pass." He nudged my shoulder, and I shrugged, shocked that I got a good test score in history other than a C or D.
"Thanks, I guess you were right for once." I chuckled, running my hand through my curly hair.
"I'm always right, you just don't believe what I say." He muttered. He puts the two subs on the coffee table and comes back, looking at me in the eyes, with lust. "Since you passed...I outta give you a reward."
He crawls his hand on my thigh and starts to slide down to my sensitive area.
"W-What do you mean?" I breathed out, staring at his intense eyes.
"I want to give you a present for passing your test...and since we didn't finish what we started earlier. This is the perfect opportunity to finish it." He whispered, leaning towards me and kissing me on the lips slowly.
I can feel his hand slide down to my pussy, and he starts to rub against my shorts. I moaned against his mouth as he continues rubbing the sturdy fabric against my sex, making me wet.
"Oh my god..." I moaned.
He takes both of his hands and starts to unbutton my shorts, slowly. Oh my god, this dickhead is teasing me and I don't like it! He undoes the last button, and pulls my shorts over my butt, taking it off. Now he can see my pink underwear...
He stares at my underwear and brings his hand on my pussy, rubbing against it again, and I roll my eyes at the back of my head at the beautiful feeling. This guy is killing me!
"Man, look how wet you are..." he whispered near my ear, and my clit started to twitch from the horny sentence. "You know if you want me to finger you...you have to beg."
I look at him confused. I don't what to beg for him to finish me off, but he's teasing me so badly I want his magical fingers inside me.
What to do...
"This is your last chance, Sam." He leans his head to the nape of my neck and starts to kiss it.
I moan quietly as I feel him sliding his hand inside my underwear to where he can feel my bare vagina and starts to rub my clit slowly.
I gasped and stayed still feeling him rub me. Oh my fucking god, he's killing me. I want him inside me now! "Please, Freddie, I want you to finger me." I whimpered.
"What was that?" He smirked.
"I want you to finger me, please!" I begged louder for him to hear.
"As you wish..." he gets closer to me slides my underwear off and spreads my legs apart. He cups his hand on my sex and brings a finger inside my entrance, slamming it inside me.
"Oh shit!" I moaned.
He thrusts his finger inside me as I move, riding him. "You like that, huh?" He groaned.
"Mhm..." I hummed, not paying attention what's around me except for Freddie's finger.
"Do you want more? I think your pussy wants more than one finger in you. Your wet pussy is begging for more." He whispered, putting his other hand on my shirt, cupping my right breast, playing with my nipple.
I moaned louder, feeling the pleasure getting worse.
"...Freddie please." I cried. Why does this feel so good?
"Please, what? What do you want, Sam?" He whispered, thrusting me inside faster.
"I want you to make me come!" I cried, begging for his touch. I can't take this anymore; I need him to make feel good like he did the other times.
"Okay," he adds two more fingers inside me and starts to thrust faster.
"Oh fuck!" I screamed, feeling his delicate fingers inside me, making my body on fire with pleasure. As I'm moaning, Freddie brings his lips to mine, kissing me passionately and I tried to focus on his lips, but all I could think about are his fingers, thrusting me.
"Yeah, your pussy is so tight." He growled, and I whimpered hearing the wet substance as he thrusts me inside and out.
"You like it when I finger you, Sam?" He asked as he thrusts faster and faster until I couldn't move or squirm away.
"Yes, yes, I love it when you finger me..." I moaned and grabbed his shoulder for balance, I couldn't feel my legs as I was about to fall off the couch.
"Are you going to come for me, baby?" He groaned, thrusting me inside and out faster. My body is on fire, my clit is throbbing and vibrating. My clit is screaming that it's about to come.
I breathe rapidly as I'm about to get closer. "Freddie, I'm going to come!" I whimpered, gripping on his shoulder.
"Yeah? You gonna come...I want you to come for me." He said, playing with my nipple with one hand and thrusting me with the other.
"Oh my god! I'm gonna come, I'm coming!" I cried, feeling my pussy about to explode.
"Let it out..."
"OH GOD!" I screamed, feeling myself squirting while his fingers are still inside me. I start to squirm next to him and my body is shaking like crazy. After my squirting stopped, I feel Freddie pulling his fingers out of me and stares at me with pride.
I breathed in and out from the rough fingering, trying to get my breathing back. I looked at him in shock from what just happened, and he stares at me with a smirk on his face.
"You actually squirted." He announced looking at the carpet that has a wet spot from my...orgasm.
"This is embarrassing..." I felt my face hot and lowered my head down, not wanting to look at him.
"Hey, Sam. Look at me." He commanded. I tilt my head up facing him, looking at his chocolate brown eyes sparkling. "That...was so hot." He whispered. He looks down at his hand that he fingered me with and brought the fingers to his lips, sucking them.
What. The. Hell...
He did not just do that.
After he had finished sucking the fingers, he smacked his lips observing the taste of my wet one. "Huh...not bad." He grinned not looking at me.
I just stare at him with my jaw on the ground, shocked that he did that. He tasted me... and he liked it?
"Well, time for dinner!" He smiled, getting off the couch and grabs one of the subs off the coffee table, walking to the kitchen probably to warm it up.
I still sit on the couch feeling my vagina calm down from the hot experience. My body is still shaking, and I can't move my legs since they're numb. I see my underwear and shorts on the floor as I lean down and picked them up, sliding them back on.
Man... I thought the first time he fingered me was the best thing I've ever experienced. But two minutes ago was the BEST fingering I've ever had; I actually squirted because of him. I've never squirted before until he came along and made me feel so good.
Why is every time his fingers go inside me, my body goes wild and he makes me come so much?
Whatever answer that is...he will always be a sex wizard because of it.
Oops, hope you enjoyed! ;)