a/n: This chapter is Seddie and contains sexual content. If you are not a fan of either topic, I suggest skipping this chapter.
No flames from Creddie shippers please; your chapter is coming up next.

Chapter Five

"So how should we do this?" Sam asked.

"I don't really want to watch you guys," Carly said, "so I'm going to go back to my dorm for awhile. Text me when you're done."

"Ok," Freddie and Sam nodded as Carly left the room.

Sam grabbed another beer and began chugging. Freddie stood there watching her, not quite sure what to do.

"Alright, Fredricksburg," Sam wiped the beer from her lip with her forearm, "Take off your pants."

"Shouldn't you take off my pants?" Freddie inquired as he stood there awkwardly. The real Sam was much different than his fantasy Sam.

"Take your fucking pants off and sit on the bed," Sam gave him a shove to emphasize her point.

"Shouldn't we kiss or something, first?" Freddie asked her.

"Kissing wasn't part of the deal. Now stop being such a girl and strip," Sam told him sternly.

Freddie began to unbutton his pants and then stopped. "Shouldn't we turn the light out?"

Sam rolled her eyes but walked over to the switch and flipped it. The room was completely dark except for the soft glow of Freddie's laptop.

Feeling slightly better about the setting, Freddie slid off his pants and boxers. He sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his arms. The butterflies in his stomach were doing flips as he watched Sam finish the last of her drink.

She knelt down between his legs, putting her empty beer bottle on the floor next to her. Freddie sat there drunk and nervous. He could barely believe that this was really happening; Samantha Puckett was about to perform oral sex on him.

Sam placed her hands just above Freddie's knees and slowly walked them up toward his groin. Every inch of Freddie's body tingled as her fingers brushed against his skin. He felt his chest tighten in anticipation of what was about to happen. As her warm breath teased over his loins Freddie rose to full attention.

"Sam," Freddie whispered as he looked down at the blonde hair that swept against his thighs, "please don't bite me."

"I won't Freddie," she said softly.

He tried to relax, but the fact that she hadn't insulted him was worrisome. He opened his mouth to say something but then he felt the tip of her cool wet tongue tracing up his shaft. Drinking the cold beer had lowered the temperature of her mouth adding to already pleasant sensation.

"ohhh," was the only sound that escaped his lips.

He felt his legs weaken a little as she lapped circles around the head of his penis. Freddie kept his eyes on her, partly because watching Sam's mouth on his dick was incredibly hot and partly because he didn't completely trust her around his most sensitive region.

Her forefinger and thumb encircled the base of his hardened cock. Both of her lips passed over the engorged tip as she took him inside her mouth. The soft moist heat against his erection made Freddie shudder (in a good way) until only a tiny bit of the apprehension was left.

"Sam," he mumbled shifting his weight to one arm, reaching down to the top of her head with the other. He followed the up and down motion running his fingers through the thick mass of blonde curls. Freddie moaned only her name aloud, though in his mind he was muttering all sorts of obscenities to her.

Her tongue washed over the bulging veins on the underside of his cock as she pumped her fist, creating the first drops of his orgasm. He forced himself to think about his IT classes, coding and theorems. It was all he could do to keep himself in check. Even though he tricked his mind, he couldn't stop watching her head bobbing rhythmically. There was a light smacking sound as she planted kisses all along his shaft. Her lips covered the tip as she swept her tongue around the perimeter, pausing to trace the slit slowly before taking his length in her mouth again.

It felt too good. As much as he wanted to make it last, his groin ached for release. Freddie let himself go, bucking his hips and pulling her hair, "Oh my God, Sam." The words slipped past his tongue as he felt her lips circle the base of his cock. He could feel everything from the ridges on the roof of her mouth to the firm slick border of her molars.

He only had one other blow job in his entire life, and it wasn't nearly this good. When the fuck did Sam learn how to suck dick like this? And from who? Carly? Christ, he was going to cum just thinking about it.

With a lock of blonde hair in his grasp, Freddie thrust his hips harder against Sam's mouth. She cupped his sack in her palm, tracing the seam with her thumb. A guttural sound vibrated in her throat sending a wave of pleasure down his shaft.

Freddie couldn't stop his orgasm. He heard her choke as it shot down her throat. She pulled away before he was finished, letting it spray the inside of his thigh.

There was a gagging sound as Sam not so discreetly spit what was in her mouth into the pair of boxers that Freddie had left on the floor.

"What the fuck, Freddie?" she said angrily through the coughing and spitting. "You're supposed to give a courtesy warning before cumming down someone's throat."

"Sorry Sam," Freddie apologized sincerely, "I just thought you'd swallow it."

"Ewww," Sam hissed, "Why would you think that?"

"Because you'll eat anything and everything."

"That's food, Freddie. NOT body fluids," Sam looked up at him.

In one swift motion she climbed on top of him, pinning him to the bed, "Kiss me," she ordered as her hair fell into his face. Freddie tried to turn his head away from the tickling sensation of the curls, but Sam was faster. Her mouth covered his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Their teeth clinked from the roughness of the kiss, but Freddie didn't care. He parted his lips giving her all the access she wanted.

"How does it taste?" Sam asked as she pulled away.

"How does what taste?" Freddie looked up at her. Her face was partially blocked by the yellow locks that hung down resting on his chest.

"You just tasted your own dick, Freddie," Sam laughed.

"I tasted beer," Freddie grabbed her around the waist, flipping her onto the bed, "but I'd like to taste something else," his hand slid between her legs. He was shocked to find her underwear were slightly damp.

"So how about, Sam?" Freddie (filled with alcohol-based confidence) whispered in her ear, "A little reciprocation." She squirmed underneath him, the spot on her boy shorts rubbing against his hard erect cock.

"I think it's time to text Carly," Sam told him.

"But…," Freddie began to object.

"I doubt Carly would want to kiss you if you tasted like pussy, Freddie," Sam said with a light laugh. "Besides, MY birthday is only a few weeks away," she winked at him.

"So you'll wish for it?," Freddie grinned.

"Yeah," Sam smirked as she ruffled his hair, "Can you wait that long?"

"Barely," Freddie kissed her again. "Hate you, Sam."

"Hate you too Benson," she uttered before kissing him back. "Now get the fuck off me," she gave him another shove.