Sam screamed, pushed him to the floor and covered herself with her hand.
"SAM!" Carly rushed forward and knelt down beside Freddie to see if he was alright. "Why did you do that?" she asked her friend.
"He… He…," Sam stuttered as she clutched her hardened nipple. She couldn't even get the words out.
"He what?" Carly asked as she knelt to Freddie who was sitting on the floor. He glanced up at Sam to see if she was going to say anything.
"He kissed my boob," Sam glared at Freddie.
"Freddie!" Carly lightly slapped his shoulder. "How drunk are you?"
"I think it's time for another body shot." Freddie leaned his head on her shoulder.
"I'm putting my shirt back on," Sam announced as she turned her back on them and moved toward the piles of her clothes.
"Oh Ssam, don't be soooo dramatic," Carly giggled as she got up to get the bottle of Jack and the shot glass.
"Dramatic? I don't see you letting the dork kiss your boobs," Sam replied as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"I'm letting him lick whizzkey off my body. That sshould count for ssomething." Carly countered as she filled the glass. "Alright Freddie, herss number nine." The brunette held the shot glass at the base of her neck.
At that point Sam and Freddie realized Carly was hammered.
Freddie was still a foot away when Carly poured the alcohol down her cleavage.
"Carly, what are you doing!" Sam exclaimed.
"What?" Carly's hands flopped over; her palms faced the ceiling as the inverted shot glass dripped onto the floor. "Freddie, come here."
"I need a drink." Sam rolled her eyes and cracked open another beer.
Freddie grinned as Carly pulled him against her. "Freddie, lick me. I'm wet." He knew she didn't mean it the way it sounded, but damn if he hadn't dreamed of hearing those exact words.
He squatted down and placed his tongue right above the elastic of her underwear. Freddie began to trace upward toward her navel.
"That tickles!" She squealed, bursting into laughter and pushing his head away.
"Yeah, and that doesn't count as a shot, Frederina," Sam informed him. "You're still at nine."
Freddie grabbed the bottle and poured the shot himself. "NINE," he told Sam as he dumped it down his throat. "And TEN." He shot her a look as he took down another shot. "Almost halfway there, Sam and still going strong. I'm getting ALL my wishes tonight," Freddie said with confidence.
"You'll never make it," Sam grinned as she drank her beer.
"We'll see about that," he winked at her. Freddie knew something Sam didn't know: the whisky was diluted with iced tea.
"Happy Birthday, Freddie!" Carly sang as she wrapped her arms him before dancing away across the room.
"God she is such a lightweight," Freddie laughed.
"Tell me about it," Sam smiled.
"Guys I'll be right back. I have to pee," Carly called as she opened the door and walked out into the dormitory hallway.
"Oh no she didn't," Sam looked at Freddie.
"Oh yes she did," Freddie looked at Sam.
Carly left the room barefoot wearing only her bra and underwear.
"Why are you standing there? Go get her." Sam gave Freddie a shove.
"Me? What about you?" Freddie replied.
"First of all, I'm not wearing pants – duh. And second of all, I want to finish my beer." Sam took another sip.
"I can't believe this," Freddie mumbled as he threw the door open and looked down the hall. There was no one in sight.
He hurried down the corridor and around the corner to the shared bathrooms. Standing with his back to the door, he pushed it open a crack. "Carly, are you in there?" There was no answer. He opened the door a little wider and tried to peek inside, but there was a partition blocking his view.
"Carly!" Freddie called her name a little louder this time. He didn't hear anything. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, he darted inside the bathroom.
"Anyone in here?" He asked nervously as he leaned all the forward looking for feet under the bathroom stalls.
"Freddie? What are you doing in here?" Carly asked as she came out from a stall at the far end.
"I wanted to make sure you were alright."
"You're so sweet," Carly sang as she stood in front of the sink preparing to wash her hands. She slid her hands back and forth under the faucet, but it was one of those motion detector sensor things - you know the kind that never works right.
"Freddie, can you help me?" Carly asked as she pushed against the sensor like it was a button.
"Sure," Freddie stood next to her and held his hand under the faucet. The water began running.
"You are so awesome!" Carly exclaimed. She cupped her hands catching the warm water, then turned to her friend and splashed him right in the chest.
"CARLY!" Freddie took a step back in shock.
"Ooopies," Carly giggled.
Freddie went to the sink next to hers and filled his hands with water.
"Nooo don't," Carly squealed as she ducked into one of the shower stalls. Freddie came in after her and tossed the small handful of water her way. It splashed against her chest leaving tiny droplets of water on the top of her breasts while soaking her bra. "Freddie! I can't believe you did that," Carly said as she tried to wipe herself dry. She stomped out of the shower stall and back toward the sink.
"Carly don't be mad," Freddie rolled his eyes. "I was just messing around." He took a second to wring out his own shirt before following her. The loud hum of the forced air hand dryer came on and Freddie's jaw dropped to the floor.
Carly was standing there topless, holding her bra under the dryer.
He bit hard into his knuckle as his erection sprung to life.
Now how to capitalize on this opportunity….