AN-So, just wanted to let you guys know that this is rated T. Again, like I said with the other rated T oneshot I did, I don't think too many of you guys will care, but I still just wanted to give you all a heads up:) This chapter is actually a sequel to chapter 340, where Sam and Freddie discussed having sex for the first time.

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"Oh look," Carly said, putting down her cereal bowl as Sam walked into her apartment. "There's the girl who ditched iCarly rehearsal yesterday just to go make out with her boyfriend in his empty apartment. I thought you said you'd come back!"

"I know," Sam said. "I'm sorry. But I was over at Freddie's for a few hours, and then my mom texted me and said that she needed me to bring her over a change of pants to her at the Bingo club, which is like, two hours away."

"Well you could've let me know," Carly mumbled.

"I know…" Sam sighed. "You mad?"

"A little!"

"What if I told you I bought you your very own bingo cage?" Sam smiled, handing Carly the bag that was in her hand. "It's pink and everything."

"Oh…you know Bingo's my weakness," Carly conceded, grinning at her best friend as she pulled out her new pink bingo cage. "You're forgiven."

"Forgiven enough for some of that ham in your fridge?" Sam asked.

"Well, this Bingo cage is pink…"

"Awesome," Sam said, hurrying over to the fridge.

"I can't believe you sat at Freddie's apartment just making out for that long, though," Carly commented as Sam began jamming the slices of meat into her mouth. "I know you guys are like, pro-kissers or whatever, but don't you get bored?"

"Pro-kissers?" Sam repeated. "Is there even such a thing?"

"You know what I mean," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, though, you guys must've broken some sort of record by now."

"Well, actually," Sam said, swallowing her ham. "Um, yesterday at his apartment…we didn't just make out."

"What do you mean?" Carly frowned. "What else did you do?"

"Um…is-is Spencer here?" Sam asked quickly.

"No, he left an hour ago," Carly told her. "Him, Socko, and Socko's cousin are going into the woods with their telescope to try and see some rare comet tonight. He won't be back until tomorrow. So what did you and Freddie do that was so much more important than rehearsing out spoon family bit? Wait…oh man, did you guys have another salad dressing fight? Because Mrs. Benson's really going to start putting her foot down about keeping you out of her place when she's not there if you keep messing up her home. I know she doesn't approve of you over there now, but if you keep pushing her, she'll get one of those fancy security systems and then I'll have to go back to watching you and Freddie making out on my couch nonstop."

"We didn't have any fights," Sam assured her. "We-We actually did quite the opposite."

"Huh?"

"We…you know," Sam told her.

"What do I know?" Carly asked innocently.

"Ugh," Sam moaned. "I mean that Freddie and I…took things to the next level."

"Like on a video game?"

"Alright, looks like I have to spell this out for you," Sam sighed. "Yesterday, me and Freddie…we did it."

"Oh my God…" Carly said, her eyes widening as she finally realized what Sam was talking about. "Are-Are you serious? You and Freddie had-had-"

"-Sex," Sam finished for her. "Yeah."

"Oh my God!" Carly exclaimed again. "For real?"

"Yes, for real," Sam said. "But look, don't freak out on me, okay? Freddie and I have been dating for almost six months, we love each other, and we were totally mature about the whole thing and discussed it before we…you know."

"I-I wasn't going to freak out on you like that," Carly said. "I just…wow. That's a big step, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "But I mean, like I said, we love each other."

"Were you, um, you know…safe?" Carly asked, somewhat awkwardly.

"Yes, mother," Sam chuckled.

"Okay, good," Carly nodded. "Just-Just checking."

"You okay, kid?" Sam frowned.

"Yeah," Carly said quickly. "I'm just a little…surprised, that's all. Um…so how was it?"

"Okay, Carly, are you asking me to tell you details?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Carly said at once. "Not details of…that. I'd actually like to be able to look at Freddie without puking the next time I see him. No offense."

"None taken," Sam laughed.

"I just mean…was it as good as everyone says it is?" Carly mumbled, looking down at her cereal bowl.

"Well, um, once we figured out what the heck we were doing," Sam shrugged. "Yeah…it was-"she blushed a bit. "-amazing."

"Oh," Carly said simply. "I just thought maybe it had been oversold on T.V. and movies and stuff…"

"Nah," Sam told her. "But…oh heck, we've already made this Girl Talk hour."

"What?" Carly asked.

"Well," Sam said. "It was a lot of fun when were actually doing it and all, but the best part was after."

"After?"

"Yeah," Sam said softly. "Just-Just lying there next to him, knowing how much we loved each other. I never felt anything like it, Carls…But don't let that leave this room."

"I won't," Carly said as she turned to put her bowl in the sink.

"Carly?" Sam frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Carly said.

"No, not nothing," Sam said, getting to her feet and walking over to her best friend. "Something's eating at you."

"It's stupid," Carly mumbled.

Sam sighed. "You think Freddie and I rushed into this, don't you?"

"What? No I don't!"

"Well then why are you acting so-so not Carly-like?" Sam questioned. "I thought you'd be all sqeualy and crazy over this. Come on, I told you, Freddie and I both agreed that we were ready, and-"

"Sam, I don't think you and Freddie rushed into anything," Carly cut her off. "I know how much you guys love each other, and-and that it's natural to have those feelings for people you care that deeply about."

"Then what is it?" Sam asked gently.

"Okay," Carly began. "I-I am really happy for you and Freddie and that you have this really strong relationship. You guys are my best friends! But…it-it's hard sometimes for me, having to have you guys being all coupley around me when I'm all by myself. And lately I've been wishing that I could have someone who literally never wanted to leave my side and could be as happy with. I want to feel what you felt with Freddie yesterday, but it seems like whenever I find a guy I'm interested in, he either doesn't like me back, or turns out to be someone else once I get to know him. And the guys who like me all have Pee Wee Baby addictions or other weird issues going on."

"Hey," Sam said loyally. "You'll find someone who makes you feel like Freddie makes me feel. And then it will be my turn to yell at you for making out with him all the time." "Well this person's doing a pretty good job of hiding from me," Carly mumbled miserably.

"Or maybe he's right around the corner, waiting for you," Sam said.

Carly gave a small laugh. "That's a line from that chick flick I forced you to watch last week."

"Is it? I knew I heard it somewhere," Sam shrugged. "Anyway, Carly, you're hot. You're funny, you're smart…you don't have any problems finding guys. It's only a matter of time until Mr. Right comes around and sweeps you off your feet."

"Seriously, stop quoting that movie," Carly said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm trying!" Sam said. "I think the entire thing seeped into my brain while I fell asleep during it and now it's taking over my mind!"

"And yet you're fine after you watch movies with buckets and buckets of blood," Carly said, shaking her head. Then she pulled her friend into a hug. "But thanks for that pep talk. I really needed it…even if half of it was from The Memo Pad."

"Come on, you give me pep talks all the time," Sam pointed out. "And look, if it really bothers you, Freddie and I…we'll try not to be so-so public with our relationship around here."

"No, I don't mind if you guys act like a couple around me," Carly said. "But you know, if you were to sort of cut back on the constant make-out sessions…I wouldn't completely object to that."

"We'll try our best," Sam promised.