Here's chapter 3! I'm taking a break from Why Not to focus on this story/possibly start on a new one. Hope you enjoy this chapter! I know I enjoyed writing it! lol
"Well, that depends...what do you want to do about it?"
"I-"
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"What?"
We both yelled in unison, silently cursing the knocker that interrupted our conversation. The knob twisted slowly and the door crept open, revealing a terrified Freddie on the opposite side of it.
"What do you want, Dorkwad?"
"Geez, what were you guys doing that was so important? At least I knocked and didn't just barge in like some people do."
He glared at me, no doubt mentally referencing the countless times I walked into Carly and Spencer's apartment unannounced. I shrugged off his attack and threw out one of my own.
"If you had barged in here, I would have barged your nub ass right out the window."
I nearly growled as the hostile response escaped my mouth. He rolled his eyes and joined us in Carly's room, quietly closing the door behind him.
"What are you doing here, anyway? It's like midnight or something and way past your bed time."
Freddie looked at the technologically advanced timepiece that was wrapped around his scrawny wrist. I half expected him to punch a button and the thing to announce the time to us in some fake, robotic voice. His eyes narrowed as he peered back up at me
"For your information, you blonde demon, it's ten fifty eight...and my mom's gone to my uncle's for the weekend, so I don't have a 'bed time'."
He emulated quotation marks with his fingers as he said "bed time", following it up with a middle finger, pointed to the ceiling, but clearly aimed at me. I smirked at his newfound bravado.
"Besides, I just came over to see what you guys were up to. Mental note: don't ever do that again."
He mumbled the last sentence under his breath, speaking to himself but still making it loud enough for us to hear. So I mocked him.
"Mental note: Punch the dork in his-"
Carly placed her hand on my forearm and said my name. It was so sweet-sounding, and it amazed me how easily she could subdue me without serious physical means. I shut up instantly and crossed my arms, if only to portray to Freddie my antagonism towards him.
"We were just talking, about to turn in for the night, actually. It's been a long day..."
We weren't about to go to sleep, she had just politely said that to get him to leave without being offended. My mouth twisted to a toothy grin. Freddie glanced over at me, confused, then back to Carly, inefficacy prominent in every wrinkle on his forehead.
"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow, then..."
His ellipsis begged a response.
"Yeah, we'll do lunch or something."
"Yeah. Call me when you guys wake up."
"Will do."
She smiled at him. He smiled back as he moved his hand to the door knob. He hesitated a bit, not completely wanting to leave, but when he saw me watching him, his pace quickened and out the door he went. I laughed at the power I held over him.
Turning to look at Carly, my mood changed almost instantly. Nervousness overtook me and I felt my heart drop to my feet. I swallowed hard, watching her walk to the lightswitch and push it down, into the off position. My eyes were adjusted to the sudden darkness by the time she got back to the bed. Carly sat down beside me, her butt closest to the pillows and mine in the middle of the bed. I looked at her, eyebrows bent upward, begging her to tell me what I should do. This position was alien to me; usually I was the one in the lead, the one that always knew what to do, but this time I needed directing. She could tell instantly that I was out of my comfort zone.
"If you're uncomfortable with this, we don't-"
I cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence.
"I'm not uncomfortable...I just...I'm nervous, and kind of scared."
"Scared? Sam Puckett doesn't get scared."
"Yeah, I'm not afraid of heights or spiders or snakes or...being arrested...or any of the things normal people are scared of. But I'm afraid that if we do this, I'll..."
I sighed.
"I just don't want to end up disappointing you somehow."
"Then don't."
It was an immediate, matter-of-fact response accompanied by a look of confidence. The look in her eyes triggered a rush of calm that captivated me from head to toe. My heartbeat slowed and suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I scooted closer to Carly and pressed my lips to hers, tangling my fingers in her hair and caressing her cheek with my thumb. Breaking the kiss, I pulled back, dropping my hand, then met her lips with mine once again. This time I pushed against her using my whole body and gently guided her down, my hand cradling her back, until she was flat on the bed with me over her.
My hands roamed her body, getting to know every inch blindly while I coaxed out raspy, stifled moans from her with warm breath and soft kisses on her neck and collarbone. The tank top she donned gave me easy access to these turn-on spots, but eventually it became too much of an obstacle for me and I paused my discovering hands and stripped her of it.
She wore no bra underneath and for that I was thankful. I hesitantly broke away from her neck, tracing along her pulse point with my lips, down along her collarbone and to her milky white breasts. Carly whimpered as the tip of my tongue teased one of her nipples while my thumb and forefinger minded the other for a while. My name escaped her vocal cords in a breathy moan after I turned my attention to the stretchband of her pajama pants. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs as I pulled the bottoms with her panties over her slender, sexy hips; down her thin, svelte thighs; around her moderately toned calves; and finally off of her dainty feet; I disgarded them on the floor. She seemed just as anxious to get them off as I was, lifting her butt up so I could pull them over it and pulling her feet out as I held the garmets.
I wanted to say something about the fact that she was shaven, how the sight of her smooth, bare ladyparts generated a liquid heat between my own legs that I almost couldn't control. This wasn't just my first time with a girl, it was my first time ever, so the fact that my body was reacting the way it was kind of surprised me. Only, it didn't surprise me all that much. It just made sense, I guess.
Self-revelations aside, I turned my attention to Carly's inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling a bit, making my way towards her core with each movement I made. She squirmed beneath my touch, her body language begging, pleading me to make my move, to caress her with my tongue and give her the pleasure she so desired. I gave her what she wanted, only I don't think she expected it to feel the way it did. Her hips bucked at the sensation of my moist tongue sliding softly against her tender lips, sending chills over her entire body. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was the one making her feel this way. I positioned my right thumb about an inch above Carly's clit and pulled the skin up, exposing more of the pink bundle of nerves. Flattening my tongue, I ran it over her clit, pressing down slightly harder than I had earlier and her hips bucked again. I repeated this process over and over again, rejoicing in her reaction every time. She moaned and whimpered a bit, her breath catching every time my tongue touched that sensitive spot.
Suddenly, her hands were balled up in my hair, pulling my mouth closer to her core. I stiffened my tongue and flicked it back and forth over her clit, feeling her jerk and tense up with each stroke. After a bit, I took the first two fingers on my left hand and ran them lightly up her inner thigh, stopping with my tongue for the moment. When I reached her opening, I teased it a bit, wetting my fingers with her juices before slowly slipping them inside her. Carly gasped as I eased them in, pushing against my hand with her hips and quickening the process. I pulled them out a little, then pushed back in, her hips once again moving against me. We developed a rhythm and I resumed flicking her clit rapidly with the tip of my tongue. She spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting me in fully. I pushed my fingers in until my knuckles were wet and held them there before beginning to rapidly bend and unbend my fingers, hitting her ultimate pleasure center with every movement. She couldn't contain herself after that. This action provoked some of the sexiest moans I'd ever heard, uttering my name in between cries of pleasure and gripping at the bed sheets like she'd float away if she let go. Her back was arched, preparing for climax. As her walls began to clench, I stopped moving my tongue and fingers and let her enjoy her peak. Carly's body tensed up and jerked as her insides contracted around my two fingers, eyes welded shut and mouth agape from pleasure.
As her body calmed, I slid my fingers out and threw myself on the bed beside her, bringing the covers up with me so her naked body wouldn't lay exposed. She turned on her side, facing me, and cupped my face with her hands.
"Wow..."
I smirked.
"Where'd you learn to do that?"
I had wondered the same thing.
"I'm not sure, it just kind of...happened. My hands and stuff were moving, but it's kind of like I wasn't really controlling them."
"Well, whoever or whatever was...promise to keep them around?"
She giggled as I smiled.
"Sure, Cupcake."
She kissed me, holding her lips to mine and pushing hard for several seconds.
"I love you, Sam."
I'm a little...ehh about this chapter. In my 9 years of writing, I've never written a love scene...so, this is my first. Hope it was decent enough. haha Please review!