I bet you thought I was going to wait until Nathan Kress turned 21 to finish this.
Disclaimer: Some Seddie; Some Creddie; Some Screddie
Hope it was worth the wait.
-Gemma
xOx
POSTED 7/18/11
Chapter 11
It was close to 3am and the party was winding down.
Freddie sat on the couch watching Sam and Spencer huffing helium from the tank his mom had used to fill the balloons.
"Happy Birthday to you," Sam drunkenly sang.
"Happy Birthday to you," Spencer joined her.
Freddie chuckled at their chipmunk-esque voices.
"Happy Birthday Dear Fredward – cha- cha- cha," a very intoxicated Gibby slurred as he took a few staggering dance steps.
There was a pause as they took additional hits of helium.
"Happy Birthday to You!"
"Hey Freddie, I think you missed one," Carly plopped down next to him with a well-worn gift bag.
Over the bright yellow and green plaid pattern was written "To Benson From Lewbert" in black sharpie.
"Lewbert got me a present?" Freddie was astonished considering the history between his mom and the doorman.
"Let's hope it's not his mole," Carly joked.
"Ugh," Freddie handed the bag to her. "Maybe you should open it."
"Oh no," Carly pushed the bag back at him. "It's your present."
"I'll open it," Sam squeaked, her voice a few octives too high. She snatched the bag away from them, ripping out the tissue paper.
"Let's see," she dug into the bag. "It's a…book." Sam frowned. "Sucky present." The book went flying through the air as Sam tossed it away.
"What book was it?" Spencer asked.
Freddie didn't really care about the book. Sam was right, that was a crappy gift. Speaking of gifts…He suddenly remembered another gift that was still coming his way…His Stripper!
"So that's the last present?" he asked with a grin.
"Yep," Carly nodded looking over at the gift table.
"And you're not forgetting anything?"
Carly and Sam looked at each other.
"No," they answered in unison.
"Come on guys," Freddie snorted. "I know about the stripper."
"Spencer!" Carly and Sam shouted in disbelief.
"Did someone say stripper?" Drunkenly Gibby hopped up on the coffee table, knocking over a tray of chips and spilling the bowl of dip all over the floor.
"NOOOOO!" Carly screamed at Gibby.
"NOOOOO!" Sam screamed and dove on the floor trying to catch the falling food.
"I'm bringing sexy back…," Gibby sang loudly swinging his shirt above his head.
"Oh God No!" Sam screamed and covered her eyes. Since high school Gibby had nearly doubled his body weight and not in a good way.
"He's going to break the table," Carly worried aloud.
"Gibby, get down," Spencer said sternly.
"I think it's time for someone to get a cab home," Carly said.
"I'll walk him down," Spencer offered. "Come on, Gibby," he put an arm around the guy to steady him.
"awwwwww," Gibby pouted. "Just when things were getting good."
Spencer had taken Gibby down to the lobby, closing the door behind him.
"Seriously," Freddie sat in the chair facing his two best friends. "There's no stripper?"
"Nope," Sam plopped down on top of Freddie, putting a sympathetic arm around him.
"Sorry," Carly shrugged squeezing in next to Sam. "You're not disappointed are you?"
Disappointed. Freddie thought to himself. Disappointed doesn't even begin to express how I'm feeling right now. He didn't answer Carly. He just sat there, moping.
"Awww, is Freddie-Weddie sad?" Sam pressed her palms against his cheeks, pushing them so they made a roll of skin.
"Stop Sam," Carly pulled her friend's hand away. "He looks like Gibby when you do that."
"I know what might make him feel better." A smile crept onto Sam's face.
"A few NEW iCarly skits, perhaps?" A similar grin appeared on Carly's face.
"I'm not really in the mood guys," Freddie said with a sigh. No offense to the girls, but no skit was funny enough to outweigh the let down of no stripper.
"Freddie," Carly whined. "We've been working on this for over a month now!"
"Come on, Benson," Sam punched him. "What do you say?"
"I guess," he shrugged.
"Alright!" Carly clapped her hands in excitement. "You stay down here, while we go set up." With that she and Sam jumped up and ran into the kitchen. They filled an empty box with birthday cake, ice cream and the rest of the leftover food. Then they hurried up the steps giggling.
To Freddie this meant one of two things. Either the skit involved a food fight OR they were going to put everything in a blender and make him drink it. He was hoping for the former – as long as he didn't have to clean up afterward.
He walked across the room and picked up the book that Sam had thrown. It was a book about the history of fencing. I can't believe Lewbert remembered. Freddie opened it and began to look for any reference to The Fencing Bensons; his legacy.
Like the nerd that he was, once he started reading he got completely focused on the book. He didn't notice that Sam had come downstairs. She snuck up behind him and then shouted "Hi" in his ear, causing him to yelp in fright and drop the book on the floor.
"What the hell, Sam!"
"You make it too easy," she grinned.
"So are you guys ready?" he asked while thinking of picking up the book. However with Sam's close proximity, the chances of her kicking him while he was bent over were pretty good, so he left it on the floor.
"Yeah," Sam nodded and began to walk back to the steps.
Freddie followed behind almost bumping into Sam when she stopped short.
"What?" he looked down at her.
"Okay, um, before we go up there," Sam's lips twitched nervously.
"What Sam?" Freddie's held inclined sideways, his hands instinctively covered his groin (you never knew when she might strike). But instead of kicking him in the balls, she rose up on her tip toes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Freddie," she whispered in his ear. She slipped her hand into his and began to lead him up the stairs.
"How drunk are you?" Freddie asked suspiciously.
"I'm not that drunk," Sam replied. "But I am higher than your IQ."
Freddie shook his head, laughingly as he followed her up the stairs.
"Wait here," Sam told him as they reached the top of the landing. Freddie leaned against the railing and looked down the familiar hallway toward Carly's room – their old studio. High School seemed like such a long time ago. Maybe one last iCarly rehearsal would be fun. The girls probably had something ridiculous planned. He smiled a little and rubbed his cheek. Maybe he could convince one of them to give up some birthday sex… It was worth a try – right?
Sam poked her head out of the door. "You may enter, Birthday Boy."
As he stepped through the doorway he stopped short.
"Holy Shit," he gasped. "Are those...?" he couldn't even form the words as he stared at the two metal rods bolted to the floor and ceiling.
"Stripper poles? Yes they are." Sam smiled.
"But… How? Why?" Freddie's brain was incapable of forming a complete sentence.
"We got them from Socko's cousin, Napoleon." (terrible pun – I know)
"Are you…? Is Carly…?"
"Sit down." Sam tugged him to a plush chair where he sat down. "And enjoy the show…"
Finally!
Slow sultry music filled the room as Carly emerged dressed in black leather mini dress. A very mini-dress that barely covered her ass. Black fishnet tights clung to her legs which ended in enormous high-heeled shoes.
Best Fucking Birthday EVER!
Carly stood behind the pole, a foot on either side and slowly lowered her ass down to her heels. Her knees spread sideways. Freddie struggled to see between her legs, but from his angle the pole blocked his view. Despite that his loins had already started to respond – which was no small feat considering the amount of alcohol he'd ingested over the course of the evening.
The pole lit up from inside (because everything affiliated with Socko illuminates). The soft blue light reflected off the shiny metal plate at the base, casting soft hues over the dancer. Carly bounced up and down on her heels a few times as she positioned her hands on the pole. She pulled herself back to her feet, reaching her hands up higher on the pole. Wrapping a stocking-ed leg around the luminated vertical bar she pushed off the floor, setting her body into a slow 360 degree rotation. Her midnight hair flew out into the air as she looked up at the ceiling.
Freddie bit his lip.
Yeah, he would definitely need some birthday sex after this. At the very least a blow job.
As Carly repeated her spin, Sam emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed in a black leather corset with tight leather shorts. A pair of sheer black thigh highs covered her legs, below that was a pair of black Converse sneakers.
Freddie smiled – what else did you expect from Sam?
Sam's hands hit the ground as she kicked up into a handstand. Resting her butt against the second pole, she lowered her legs to the sides, until her thighs were parallel to the floor. She stopped there for a minute, before lowering her legs further until her feet were on the floor. Continuing to the steady beat of the music, she lowered the rest of her body to the floor. When she finished, ankles, knees and crotch were pressed firmly against the plate showing off full curve of her ass.
I think I might need to masturbate now…
After a few spins around the pole, Carly had gotten herself dizzy. She stumbled over her deathly high heels as she made toward Freddie where she half-fell, half-knelt between his legs.
"While you're down there..," Freddie started the beginning of his joke while offering Carly his hand to help her up. He was surprised when she batted his hand away and went for the button on his jeans. "What are you doing?" Freddie asked her.
"I'm going to suck your dick," Carly told him grinning.
Never thought I'd ever hear that…
Freddie agreed, leaning back so she could unbutton his pants.
His eyes moved from Carly to Sam who was now upside down with her legs spread wide. He looked back at Carly whose tongue swept the fleshy head of his penis. Then back to Sam who had her knee in her ear – Dear God she was practically a contortionist!
Freddie couldn't hear the sucking noises that Carly was making over the music, but he could feel the warm wetness of her tongue sculpting against his erection. He sank further back into the chair, eyes shifting from Sam to Carly.
Her head bobbed as worked his entire length. He let out a soft moan, which was cut off as he was hit in the face with something. Sam's leather corset. His eyes immediately went back to the blonde who was now topless on the pole.
"Uh…Ca…Ca…Car, …," he floundered with words as he attempted to inform Carly of his pending orgasm.
"Mmmph," Carly pulled back a little as Freddie's cum shot deep into her throat. The birthday boy, clenched a handful of her hair as his body tensed. He was surprised to feel the contractions in her mouth as she began to swallow.
Oh God…Oh God…
Freddie's hips thrust up against her. This was almost better than sex…Almost.
Carly released him, wiping her bottom kip with the hell of her hand. "That's one," she told Sam as she got to her feet. It was then Freddie noticed the board hanging from the far wall. Counting quickly he noted twenty one blocks. Carly put a check mark in the first one.
"It's our newest skit," Sam explained. She's paused her dancing to stand there, breasts rising with each breath she took.
"Skit?" Freddie's brow formed a very skeptic 'V' shape.
"Since you didn't make it through twenty one shots of the alcoholic variety," Carly smiled broadly at him.
"We want to see if you can manage twenty one cum shots," Sam grinned wildly.
"I don't think that's biologically possible," Freddie told them.
"We'll find out won't we," Carly put her arm around Sam, who put her arm around Carly.
Freddie raised a single eyebrow. It certainly was worth a try.
"So who's first?" he asked, removing his shirt. Carly pushed Sam toward him.
"Alright," Sam shrugged a single shoulder. "On the bed, Benson."
Freddie reached forward and grabbed her by the wrist. "How about you, on my dick?"
"Freddie!" Carly exclaimed. Sam just laughed.
"You're lucky I'm high," Puckett told him as she climbed into his lap. Freddie's hands immediately sought out her bare breasts, sealing his mouth against hers. As their tongues swirled together, Freddie couldn't help thinking how much Sam's kissing style had improved since their first kiss – which was – well – not that great. But this…was much, much better.
Sam moved her body weight sideways, as she wiggled out of her shorts. Their lips parted for the moment, Freddie stared at Sam's nude body. The only hint of tomboyishness left was the sneakers she wore – every other aspect of her was beautifully feminine.
Freddie's erection was taking it's time rising. He wondered how long it had been since his orgasm – five? Maybe ten minutes? Sam sighed impatiently and wrapped her hand around his dick, attempting to bring it back to life. Letting his head drift back against the chair, his eyes drifted to Carly who was unzipping her dress.
Splinters of her pale skin glimmered widened as the dress came apart. Freddie sighed and let his eyes wander back to Sam, whose tongue had joined the mission to get him hard. That seemed to do the trick. Blood flowed between his legs again.
"More," he moaned, pushing down on the blonde hair. She obliged and slipped her mouth all the way to the base of his erection. "Uhhhh," it was the only sound he could make.
"Now me," Sam said dropping him from her lips. Taking the hand that he'd placed on her head, she moved it between her legs. Freddie felt a slight dampness on his palm and rubbed against it.
"Not there," she complained with a hint of irritation. "There," she placed his finger against her clit. "Now wonder you can't keep a girlfriend, Benson."
"Take that back, Puckett."
"Make me."
"You asked for it." He applied a gentle pressure and circled against the nerves. She arched back, sucking in her breath as her body tensed. Freddie slipped a pair of fingers inside her while continuing to stimulate her. Hot wetness oozed over his hand as Sam rode herself into orgasm.
"Fuck," she panted, swapping out his fingers for his hardened cock.
"Fuck," Freddie gasped as Sam sank down on him. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust up against her. He knew he was too aroused. In a vain attempt to calm himself he started the iCarly countdown.
In five, four, three, two….
Uhhhhhh, Uhhhhhh. one.
It was like his first time all over again as he finished quickly. Too quickly. As their motion stopped, he could see a slight hint of perspiration on Sam's forehead. As she lifted herself up – Freddie was reminded of something – They hadn't used a condom!
His heart-rate climbed exponentially. While he trusted Carly enough to take her birth control pills – having faith in Sam was another issue.
"Sam, please tell me you're on the pill." Please. Please. Please.
"I'm on the pill," she replied, while using his shirt to wipe off the semen running down her legs.
"Did you take it today?" his chest pounded as he waited for the answer.
"Relax," Sam reached over and mussed his hair. "I have no desire to be your Baby Mamma."
"So that means you took it?"
"Yes," Sam grinned, tossing his shirt on the floor. "He's all yours," she said to Carly as she walked toward the bathroom.
Freddie covered his face with his hands and took a few deep breaths. "Why does she do that shit to me?" he asked Carly.
"Because you let her," Carly bent over and kissed his forehead. "Now come on. It's my turn."
Freddie followed her across the room to her bed. The ebony haired girl sat on the edge, pulling him close to her. "You what's even better than regular sex?" she whispered into his ear.
Freddie felt goosebumps rise on the back of his neck as her breath tickled him. "What?" he asked closing his eyes as his head cradled into her neck.
"Make-up sex." She nibbled on his earlobe.
"Is that so?" Freddie let out a soft laugh. After their little disagreement, he hadn't expected to be here with Carly – like this – for a very long time (if ever).
He crawled onto the bed, letting her lie beneath him. Heated kisses elevated between them. Hands stroked with tender, wanting touches. It took Freddie longer this time to ready himself. But when he did get there, the first moment of their union was soft and gentle but each additional second built up into a frenzy. Bodies thudded together against the stripper soundtrack. Voices cried out in blistering passion.
Freddie wasn't sure at what point Sam came out of the bathroom, but he distinctly remembered the instant she joined them. He was above Carly, thrusting into her when he felt a tickle across his shoulder blades. He was momentarily distracted, and stopped his motion. Carly looked up at him in surprise, then looked past him and smiled.
"I knew you would," she told Sam.
"Whatever," Sam replied as she squeezed in beside them on the bed. "Over here Benson," she said rolling onto her back.
"What?" Freddie was confused for a second, until Carly wriggled out from under him.
"Sam's turn," she told him.
"Okay?" He sat back on his heels; his erection throbbing between his legs.
"Do me," Sam batted her eyelashes, making her friends laugh. Freddie grinned and moved between her knees. Sam pulled him down on top of her and moved her hips up against his. He nearly lost it then but somehow managed to hold on another minute before cumming.
His body trembled as he looked down at Sam, who pinched down her pinky with her thumb, holding up the number 3. Freddie thought it meant the number of times he'd came – but Sam had her own agenda.
Carly's head shook uncertainly from side to side.
Sam's head nodded up and down.
Then Freddie realized what Sam meant – and he too nodded his head up and down.
"Two against one," Sam gloated.
"But I don't even know how…," Carly crossed her arms over her chest.
"Neither does Benson," Sam pointed to Freddie. "He didn't even know where my clit was."
Freddie scowled as Carly giggled.
"Fine," the brunette agreed. "I'll do it."
Freddie's scowl began to go away. He moved away from Sam, allowing her to sit up.
"So how does this work?" Carly asked.
"Like this," Sam replied pulling her friend in for a soft kiss.
Freddie's heart stopped as the girls touched lips. Despite the fact that he'd just had another orgasm – he was ready to go again just watching them.
Carly's delicate fingers traced Sam's shoulder as their kiss deepened. Sam gently held Carly's face in her palms with a tenderness that he never knew she possessed. Of his own accord, he reached in between them, sliding his hands down their bellies to the space between their legs. He felt bad for Carly, who happened to be on the side of his non-dominant hand, which was struggling against its own awkwardness in his attempt to finger her.
As Sam moaned into Carly's mouth, Freddie felt her muscles squeeze his fingers in another climax. When she finished he switched hands, crossing his wrists into an "X" and continuing to fuck them both with his fingers. Sam's hand slid up his thigh, to the base of his erection. Carly's hand followed, covering over Sam's. Between the two of them they found a rhythm, rubbing him off into yet another orgasm. This one sprayed all over the bed linens.
"Carly's turn," Sam announced breathlessly, pushing her back against the bed. Carly landed against her pillow, spreading her legs apart in submission. Freddie pushed his fingers deep inside her, while Sam watched. Carly's chest rose and fell as she moaned softly. Freddie forgot all his birthday as he watched Sam's eyes take in every detail of Carly's body. He'd forgotten about their twenty one cum shots game as Carly's eyes fluttered open just long enough to ask Sam to kiss her again.
As Carly drew Sam into another embrace, Freddie remembered one thing:
Wishes do come true…
FIN