4a The next day, mid-morning, Sam's shower

Sam Puckett had had a great night, followed by an awesome morning. She'd slept better than she could ever remember sleeping. The orgasm with Freddie had been completely over the top and had totally wrecked her in a fabulous way. Getting down the fire escape on still wobbly legs had been interesting, but she'd managed not to die. She'd fallen asleep the instant she'd lain down. She'd been up the next morning at dawn bursting with energy, a monumental first for her. With nothing planned and know way of know which of her friends might be up, she headed for the public skate park and proceeded to shred the place. She had even nailed the 540 that had eluded her for so long. She'd still flubbed the really long handrail grind and ended up with a huge bruise on her arm, but it had still been fun. After three hours of intense boarding, she rode home to get cleaned up.

As the scalding water of the morning shower washed over her, she thought about her evening. Carly had kissed her and then Sam had shared a very intimate time with Freddie. Should she feel bad about that? Trying to be with both of them?

'I love them both. I want them both. So I am selfish. I deserve it. I wonder what they want?'

Well, there was the obvious, Freddie wanted Carly, always had and always would. Did Freddie want Sam? Last night would indicate he did, but it may have been a one-time thing. Freddie wasn't like that though. She would get to be with him again. She was almost sure of it. And he would be naked with her, if she had any say, and she would have say.

Carly's wants were not so obvious. Sam knew Carly was almost ready to jump into Freddie's arms for good. Of late, visualizing Carly and Freddie together was her favorite fantasy to get herself off to. It was what Freddie had seen her fantasizing about that wonderful afternoon. She thought of it as wonderful now anyway, so many good things had happened because he had discovered her. As she thought about Carly and Freddie being intimate, her body began to respond. It was Carly's hand wrapped around Freddie's hardness, not her own hand on hers. She finished pleasuring herself quickly, and then laughed at how sexually overcharged her body was so these days.

'Where was I? Oh, Carly.'

Did Carly want her? Carly had kissed her, but then Carly had freaked when Sam had kissed back. Had it been just the raw emotions of the moment? Friends comforting friends? Really the only way to find out was to talk to Carly.


4b A little later in the morning, the couch in Carly's apartment

Carly Shay had had a horrible night, followed by an awful morning. She could not remember a worse night's sleep. The kiss with Sam had kept her up until after one in the morning. Her dreams afterwards had been pure sex. She'd never had one of those kinds of dreams about a girl before. But last night Sam had been in every one, sometimes Freddie joined in too. Her cheeks burned hot with shame at the memory.

Other than the rosy blush on her cheeks, her appearance was zombie-like with dark patches under her eyes. Every two minutes or so, like a robot, she would hit the channel button on the remote. She'd probably been through all two hundred channels twenty times now.

A knock at the door made her jump.

"Come in," she called out automatically.

Sam practically skipped in to the room, obviously in a great mood. She plopped down on the couch sideways.

"What's up, Carls?" she gushed.

The fact that Sam was positively glowing thrilled, terrified, and angered Carly.

"What's up? What's up?! I- We- You-" Carly shrieked.

Sam backed off a little with both hands in front of her, "Woooah. Ease up Ms. Shay."

"Sam! How can you be so calm! Wait, you're not even calm! You're all like happy and stuff."

"And I shouldn't be happy why?"

"I kissed you!" Carly screamed and then looked around in a panic to see who might have heard.

"I kissed you!" Carly repeated in a harsh whisper.

Sam put her hand on Carly's arm, much the way it had been yesterday on Freddie's, "I was there. Had to be for you to be able to kiss me."

"It's not funny, Sam!"

"No, don't guess it is. But it isn't the end of the world either, so chill already."

"I can't! I've been freaked ever since! And...and I'm so tired!" Then Carly started crying into the back of the couch, a full blown hysterical cry.

Sam had not been prepared for this reaction. She figured the worst case would be some arguing or yelling. Seeing Carly like this always broke her heart.

"Carly," she said just loudly enough to be heard over the tears, "when you're like this, I want to make it better and hold you, but I'm afraid you hate me right now."

Carly launched herself across the couch and landed in Sam's arms sobbing away into Sam's shoulder. Sam held her and stroked her hair. After some time Carly finally mumbled something.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that, Carls."

Carly pulled away from Sam a bit, "I said I don't want to be a lesbian. But I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

Sam managed to stop herself from whooping for joy, but could not stop the demure smile from forming, "Well, good, 'cause you're not a lesbian. There's no such thing."

Carly looked at her, confused, "What?!"

"All those labels; lesbian, gay, homosexual, heterosexual, bi, fag, queer, dyke, whatever, it's all a load of crap. People are attracted to who they are attracted to. Some are maybe attracted to more people of their own sex, but anyone can jump teams for the right person. It doesn't mean anything. No one has a choice of who they find attractive or what feels good to them. It just happens. Don't try to confuse things with labels."

"So what was the kiss?"

Sam shrugged, "It can be whatever you want."

"Hunh?"

"It could have been an accidental bumping of lips. It could have been just two friends caught up in a moment of closeness." Sam smiled seductively, "It could be just the first."

"Hunh?!"

"If you want me to sit here and lie to you and say that I'd rather it not happen again, I will, if it makes you feel better. I told you I would do anything for you."

"But…but you like Freddie!"

Sam smiled mischievously, "So do you. Oh right, you're a lesbo now."

"Sa-am." Carly's mouth had almost formed a smile.

"I like Freddie. I like you. Wait, that's not right." Sam closed her eyes and gathered some of the energy she had been so full of this morning.

She looked her best girl friend in the eyes and said, "I love you. And I love Freddie. And yes, I mean it in that way. Neither of you have to feel that way back at me, but I am here as either a friend or more for either of you. Or both of you."

"Sam!"

Sam shrugged, "It's just how it is Carly. How I feel. Remember what I said? I can't control how I feel. Neither can you, neither can Freddie, so I can't hold it against either of you if you don't feel the same."

Sam stood and looked out the window, lost in thought. Her head slowly started nodding and then she shrugged as if coming to a decision, which she had.

She looked back to Carly who had been watching her in confusion, "Don't say anything now. I'm going to ask Freddie to talk to you about something, and then I want you to think about the three of us. How you want us to be. I'll accept whatever you decide."

She bent to quickly brush her lips across Carly's. Then she was gone to find Freddie.


4c Lunch time at the Groovy Smoothie

"Why me?" Freddie gawked at the blonde to his side in disbelief.

"Because I'm too scared to. You found out, and I just had to explain things. Actually telling someone on purpose after hiding all my life? I can't do it! Especially not her."

"She's your best friend."

"But will she still want to be after she knows? I've been fooling her and lying to her for forever. I told her I would accept whatever she decides to do, and I will, but I can't take her rejection face to face."

"I'm willing to be there with you."

"That would just be harder."

"Why now?"

"Why now what?

"Why tell her now? When you explained your condition to me you were terrified I'd tell her. And last night, you said you could never tell her."

"And I never could, which is why I am asking you to. I've been thinking about things a lot, and it just seems wrong that only one of my best friends knows."

"'Adorable' and now 'best friends?' Trying to butter me up, Puckett?"

Sam leaned in, "I wouldn't mind buttering you up and licking you clean."

Freddie started choking without the help of a smoothie sip this time.

"Score!" Sam laughed.

"Sam, about last night…"

"Sh, save it for after you talk to Carly."

"But I never agreed to talk to her!"

"But you will. You're Freddie."

Freddie rolled his eyes, and knew he would do it. He reached for his drink and took a sip.

"Oh, forgot to tell you," Sam said casually. "Carly kissed me."

The thick, ice cold smoothie shooting through Freddie's nostrils was pretty damn painful.

"Bonus score!" Sam laughed again.

"What?!" he managed to ask while coughing and cleaning his shirt and chin.

"I meant to tell you last night but you ran off to get drinks and then…"

"Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. What do you mean kissed? And you know what I am asking so stop the smartass answer before it starts."

"When I was hugging her, I told her I would do anything for her, and it came out a little more ... suggestive than I meant for it to."

"So she kissed you on the cheek for being sweet?"

"Nuh uh, full on lips."

"You kissed her full on the lips?"

"Nuh uh, she kissed me."

Freddie shook his head in disbelief, "You are so messing with me."

"I swear on meat."

Convinced, he leaned forward, "What did you do?"

"Started kissing back. Then she freaked and ran away."

"Oh. That's …"

"Hot?" Sam offered.

"Yes! I mean no. No is what I mean. I was going to say, uh, interesting?"

Sam leaned over and whispered, "Remember you suck at lying, Fredward. I bet you're just as hard as I am right now thinking about me kissing Carly."

"Score," admitted Freddie sheepishly. Sam smiled.

Freddie untucked the front of his shirt for a bit more cover. "So after you guys kissed, you came to see me and we…did what we did. So now-"

"You talk to Carly so that everyone knows everything they need to, and then we figure out what's next."


4d. That afternoon, Carly's couch

Carly yawned as she woke from her nap. It had been pleasantly innocent and restful. As she sat up, she noticed a note taped to the front of her shirt. It was from Spencer. Grandpa had twinged his back a little moving stuff around for his garage sale so Spencer was on his way to Yakima to help for the night. He knew there was a rehearsal scheduled this evening, and he didn't want Carly to miss it.

Carly felt remarkably better now with a couple hours of good sleep. Sam's words and suggestions still niggled at her, but she knew that she and Sam would be OK, always.

A soft knock sounded at the door. Spencer had undoubtedly locked the door as he left so Carly couldn't just call for whoever it was to come in.

Carly opened the door to Freddie turning away.

"You knocked. Not sticking around though?"

"Er, well, no one answered so I thought you guys weren't home."

"I almost didn't hear the knock. And you sure didn't wait very long. Did you want to come in or not?"

'Not! Don't wanna do this, don't wanna do this, don't wanna do this,' he thought but said, "Sure, I'd like to come in."

When Freddie didn't move immediately, Carly took him by the hand, pulled him inside, kicked the door shut and led him to the couch.

Plopping down sideways, she asked, "So what's up?"

Freddie didn't sit down. He stood fidgeting with his eyes darting around the room.

She took his hand again, "Hey sit down, Freddie, and talk to me."

Freddie allowed himself to be pulled down to sit.

"I think Sam mentioned she was going to ask me to talk to you? I really think she should be the one. I am pretty sure I'm going to mess it up," he said softly.

She instantly felt as nervous as Freddie looked.

Carly looked up past Freddie's head, "Did she tell you about how I – How we –"

"Your kiss? Yeah she told me. But this isn't about that. We can talk about that later if you want."

Carly's jaw dropped, "You don't want to talk about how I kissed Sam?"

Down in pantsland Little Freddie thought, 'Yes!' and started to wake up and harden.

Freddie himself adjusted his seat and said, "Not right now. I want to get this other thing over with."

"What's it about? She was very mysterious about it."

"She's got a good reason. She's been keeping a pretty big secret from the both of us. I found out by accident. She's terrified you'll hate her when you find out."

"I could never!"

Freddie smiled, "I know. But she is still scared."

"So tell me what it is, and then we can go find her, and tell her what an idiot she is."

Freddie snorted, "Well, you can tell her that."

"Tell me now, Freddie."

He exhaled and looked off into space for a few seconds, "Sam is different than most girls."

"Well duh."

"I don't mean her behavior. I mean … physically."

Carly looked confused. "No she isn't. I've seen her in a bathing suit. She's very well developed."

"She's had a lot of practice hiding her … condition. She was born the way she is."

"What? Like a birth defect or something? Why would I hate her for that?"

"Not exactly a birth defect. Well maybe. Hmm, interesting way to put it. I don't remember it being described that way. I really should have tried to do more research before coming over here."

"Freddie! Tell me already!"

"OK, calm down. I wouldn't say it's a birth defect exactly, but it does have to do with genetics. Remember seventh grade science class when they had a couple units on genetics?"

"Sort of. No, not really."

"Do you at least remember when they covered the fact that there is an X chromosome and a Y chromosome?"

"Yeah, boys have one of each and girls have two Xs."

Freddie brightened, "Exactly! Great! That makes things a little easier."

"What about Sam though?"

"Sam was born with an extra chromosome. So while you are XX and I am XY she is XXY."

"But Y is the boy one," Carly said confused.

Freddie cocked an eyebrow at her, trying to mentally will her to get to the right answer.

"Freddie! You're saying Sam is a boy?!"

He winced, "No. Not saying that. Her original birth certificate has her as male. But because of the syndrome she has and some other genetic things, she is hormonally and emotionally a female."

Carly laughed nervously, "You guys. This is the best one yet. I can't believe Sam would put you up to this."

"It's not a joke. When I looked in your room that day I cut my hand, I saw her, nude, all of her. She's got … a… a penis."

Carly's eyes searched Freddie's face to catch him in this lie. But it wasn't a lie because Freddie sucked at lying.

"Sam's a boy?"

"Let's say Sam is a different sort of girl." Freddie smiled, "She always has been, and that's why she's our friend. And she still is our friend, right?"

"Are you sure she's not messing with you? Maybe what you saw was one of those rubber ones?"

"Sam and I may be getting along better at the moment, but do you really think she would let me see her naked just for a joke?"

Freddie cringed inwardly, 'Maybe not for a joke, definitely for getting off together.'

Carly shook her head, "Well, no. But maybe she didn't mean for you to see her with a fake one while she was messing around or something , but you did, and now she's messing with you… messing with us?"

Freddie blushed, "Well, you see, she- uh – she was… kind of using it when I saw her. So I know it's real."

Carly looked confused, "She was peeing with it?"

"Uh, no."

"Then what – oh. Oh! Ew!"

Freddie was crushed, "Ew?"

"I don't like to think of boys doing that. I just said 'Ew' automatically. I don't even know what to think of Sam doing it."

Freddie shrugged, somewhat relieved, "Well, that's it. That's the big secret. Now I guess you have to decide if it changes anything."

"Did it change anything for you?"

"I was as shocked and confused as you are right now. I didn't have anyone to talk to about it. I had a sleepless night. The next day Sam figured out that I might have seen her. She came to me. We talked. While we talked, I was able to look at her, and it helped me realize it was still Sam, which is why I wish she had come with me. Please don't hate her."

Carly looked at him like he had lost his mind. "I don't! I could never. It's just bizarre. I don't mean she is, just the situation."

"I know what you mean."

"At least I'm not a lesbian… I guess."

Freddie sputtered, "What?!"

"Well I did kiss her."

"Do you hear yourself? 'I did kiss her' I'm not saying you're a lesbian or not, but for Sam's sake, please think of her as a girl because that is what she wants. And as far as I am concerned, that's what she is."

"I want to see her. Where is she?"

"My room. Waiting for your verdict."

"Let's go." Carly started to rise.

Freddie pulled her back down, "Not yet. I'd better tell you something else too."

Carly looked down to Freddie's crotch. Freddie rolled his eyes, but covered himself with a throw pillow.

"No, I am all male, Carly."

"Oh. Good. I don't think I could take another secret like that. So what's up?"

"I kissed Sam too."

Carly shrugged, "I know that."

"No. Not the first kiss thing."

"I know. Sam kissed you when you were passed out."

"Er, not that time either. It was last night after you kissed her. When she left your place, I think she was so excited about what had happened with you, she didn't want to go home to bed so she decided to see if I was in."

"It was late though."

"Not that late and Mom was working second."

Carly huffed, "So what? You guys just started making out on the couch?!"

"No, we just talked for a bit about her secret, and how she was actually happy someone outside her family knew. And we talked about how you were upset at the thought of one of us getting hurt if the other two started dating."

"So then what?"

"I went to get us some drinks and after I came back from the kitchen something happened, and I ended up kissing her."

"'Something happened?' You can't get away with that. What happened?"

Freddie waved her off, "Nuh uh. No way. It's too embarrassing. I got no deets about your kiss so you don't get any about ours."

Carly grabbed his hand. "Kissing Sam was embarrassing? Because she has a –"

Freddie snatched his hand away, interestingly offended. "No! Kissing Sam was great. Just the stuff leading up to it was … well I'm not going to talk about it."

"So it was great?" Carly was obviously fishing.

Freddie smiled reassuringly, "No more or less great than kissing you from what I remember. It has been awhile though."

Freddie hid a smirk quickly and thought, 'You're not the only one who can fish, Carly.'

"How long was it?"

It took a minute for Freddie to realize that Carly was asking about the duration of the kiss and not anatomical stats.

"A few minutes I guess."

"So you made out this time?"

Freddie nodded, "Yeah, I suppose it qualified this as making out."

"Oh."

"And yours?"

Carly shrugged, "A couple seconds."

"So you'll have to do better next time."

"Freddie!"

Freddie laughed at Carly's furious blush, "What?"

"I can't- She- Doesn't it bother you?!"

Freddie smirked, "Sam and you kissing? Bothers the hell out of me but in a really, really good way."

"Freddie!"

"OK, OK, I'll stop… But it is hot."

"Please?!"

"Yeah, got it. I'm done for real now. Does it bother you that Sam and I, uh, made out?"

Carly looked off into space, considering. "Sort of. No, not really. What bothered me most last time is you tried to keep it from me."

"So how do you feel about it?"

"It still seems weird to think of you two not fighting and actually getting along. And to throw kissing in there really messes with me. Does it bother you that she has a …you know. Aren't you afraid of being gay?"

"I was. No doubt. But then I thought, so what? Most of the school has me labeled as that way already, Freddie, the mamas-boy, techno-weenie, tulip. I don't really care what any of them think anymore. And to them Sam is just a pretty girl. She is to me too for that matter."

Carly grabbed his knee. "They do not call you that."

Freddie capped her hand with his. "Yes, Carly they do. All the other guys at school are trying to get any play they can off any girl they can, and I don't because I am in love. Any guy who isn't joining in locker room talk about their conquests gets called a fag. Even though it was so long ago, that first kiss business didn't help my rep either."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Like I said, it don't care anymore. You know and I know how I feel about you, and it's is so not gay it hurts." Freddie smiled.

"You still have feelings for me? You're not like in love with Sam now?"

"Carly, I love you. Always. End of discussion."

Carly gave his knee a squeeze. "What if I don't want it to be?"

"Don't want it to be what?"

"The end of the discussion."

"What else is there is to discuss?"

"Can't I respond?"

Freddie smiled again while shaking his head, "Will it be any different than it has been?"

"Yes," Carly dove on top of him. As hard as she had pounced, it should have been painful, but her lips on his cushioned their collision.

The small part of Freddie's brain that could still form thoughts thought, 'This … is … different.'

And it wasn't just her response that was different. The kiss itself was not anything like the few they had shared back when he was bacon. This one wasn't innocent. This one wasn't tentative. It was hungry and wet and passionate.

'I need to stop this,' that part of Freddie's brain thought, 'I won't be able to handle being close to her and then having her go away again…. but, waiting a few more seconds to stop it can't hurt.'

As Carly's tongue pushed eagerly passed his lips, the brain part was completely silenced. Freddie kept his hands firmly anchored on her waist, afraid to let them wander. Carly wasn't playing by the same rules. Her left hand snaked between the couch pillow and the back of his head and pushed him harder on to her mouth. Her right began to claw at his chest through his shirt. He couldn't stop the muffled moan. She answered with her own and started to pull his shirt up. He grabbed her hand and wove his fingers into hers. Very reluctantly, he pulled back and she let him, but not really even an inch. They were both breathing heavily and could feel the others' breath on their faces.

"Carly, I can't do –"

"I love you, Freddie. I'm sorry it took this long, but I had to be sure. You mean too much as a friend for me to take a chance of hurting you again. And I won't. I swear I won't. But I don't want to just be your friend anymore. Say you love me?"

Freddie was trying to believe her, so many years of disappointment. Those months after their brief time together had been incredibly painful before he could accept what he had done. He hated himself back then for being so noble and letting her go. Could he go through that even one more time? As he looked into her eyes, thinking he was going to have to say he couldn't handle it, he realized she wasn't looking at him with respect or gratitude or friendship the way she had then. She was looking at him with intense lust. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and shivered.

'She's tasting me on her lips, and it's making her shiver. She really wants me. She really wants to be with me.'

"Freddie?"

"You know I love you, Carly."

"Do you still want to stop?"

Freddie gave her a crooked smile. He took his hand away from restraining hers and used it to pull her down onto his mouth again. With her freed hand, she started to play with his chest again. Up until this point, she'd been lying on him slightly to the side. She felt herself slipping even more to the side and pushed against the back of the couch with an elbow to get more on top of him. It felt completely natural as her legs slipped to either side of him as she ended up straddling him. She wasn't pressing on him to begin with, but as the foam in the seat cushions gave way to her weight, she slowly began to feel his hardness between her legs. Freddie's moans in her mouth had grown louder as the pressure increased. Carly gasped with delight and surprise as Freddy's other hand found her breast and began caressing though her shirt and bra. His thumb happened to brush across her covered but erect nipple. She answered by grinding against him. He bucked his hips back at her. She had won her wrestling match with his shirt and managed to snake a hand up his belly and chest. His whole body trembled at the skin on skin contact. After a few more minutes of making out, Carly's lips left Freddie's. He moaned in disappointment until she started sucking his earlobe.

"Freddie," she whispered in between sucking noises, "You're being selfish."

"Sel-? Wha-? Ahh." It was difficult to speak while her warm, wet tongue flicked over his ear.

"Do you like how my hand feels on your chest?"

"Amazing," he managed and then hissed in pleasure as one of her nails grazed his nipple.

"You're not touching me the same way."

"Am!"

"Through my clothes, I want to feel your hand on my skin."

"Shirt too tight."

"Rip it off."

"Wha-?!"

"If it's too tight, it's too small, and I need a new one. Rip it off me." She used her teeth this time and nibbled his lobe while sucking, her idea of encouragement. It worked

"Carly!" Both hands were immediately at the back of her shirt and yanked mightily. The fabric gave way with a soft, beautiful ripping sound. He then brought his hands around the front and ripped it again. The light cotton pullover was done for and fell away. His hands then scrambled for the back of her bra. His inexperience showed as he fumbled for several moments. Carly finally sat up. Freddie's eyes rolled back a bit as she her full weight pressed on the hardness in his jeans. He managed to focus back on her just as she unhooked the undergarment.

"Sorry," he said, afraid he had ruined the moment with his inexperience in bra removal.

She smiled as it slipped from her shoulders. She started to blush as he stared at her, his mouth open in wonder.

"They're not nearly as big as Sam's…"

"They're perfect. You're perfect. Can I … can I touch you like you wanted?"

"Oh please yes!" She fell forward, and he caught one perky, perfect breast in each hand. Her mouth closed on his again. He sighed in some relief as the pressure of her weight on his groin had taken him almost to the point of no return. This, whatever they were doing, needed to last since he still wasn't sure what would happen after it was over.

They were lost in kissing until Freddie's right thumb touched a very hard but supersensitive nipple. Carly squealed into his mouth and then moaned. Taking the cue, he moved his thumb and forefinger of his other hand to see if the opposite side was just as sensitive. Using very gentle pressure, he rolled her erect nipples between his digits. She ground down hard on his groin in response, screaming into his mouth. The pressure on his groin was so exquisite he almost screamed himself but managed to keep it to a moan.

There was no doubt that Carly's breasts were fun to play with, and her reaction to having them played with was equally as fun. But Freddie had never been much of a chest man. As a guy, he could appreciate well shaped ones, but he wasn't as single minded about them as most other guys were. He was much more appreciative of the female derriere. And he had appreciated Carly's for as long as he had been able to appreciate that sort of thing. She had the most perfect bottom. Of course he'd never seen it bare, but what it did to a pair pants was sinful. Gathering his courage, he took his right hand from her breast. She sighed in disappointment and then giggled a little as he let his fingers slide down her side and around to the small of her back. There, he imagined a small opening where the valley of her spine disappeared into those wonderfully filled out pants. He couldn't tell what the material of her pants was but, lucky for him it was stretchier than denim. His hand slid right in.

Carly squeaked and tensed up. She had known that if she had not encouraged him earlier to get her shirt off, he would have never taken that step. His new boldness surprised and excited her. She let herself relax into him again and enjoy then sensation of his hands all over her. Her hands had stayed in his hair and under his shirt. What could she do to surprise him back? She smiled wickedly which interrupted their kissing for an instant and Freddie started to back off. Well that would not do at all. She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and forced her lips hard on to his, tongue moving wildly in his mouth. She pinched his nipple one more time and then mover her hand to his crotch and started rubbing him through his jeans.

Freddie broke from her assault on his mouth, gasping, "Oh! God! I'm going to- No! Fu- Yessss!"

'If this keeps up, Mom is going to wonder about the sudden increase in white laundry.'

'You had to bring her up right now didn't you?'

"Are you OK, Freddie?"

Freddie snorted, "Embarrassed and sticky, but I am very OK. I'm sorry I-"

"Sh. I'm glad I could make you feel good."

"Good doesn't come close to describing what that was. I'm really sorry I couldn't do the same for you."

"Who says you didn't?"

"Hunh?"

"When you started playing with my … breasts, I had... y'know… one or two. I'm very sensitive there. Sometimes that's all it takes for me. I've never had someone else's hand touch me like that so it was even better. Rubbing against you and kissing added to it too. What did you think was happening when I was screaming into your mouth?"

"Really?" he asked doubtfully.

She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, "Really."

And he believed.