** I know I make it seem like a threesome is coming! But I lie.
And then I lie about lieing. 'Cause a threesome is coming, just not in the cannon story. I AM DETERMINED TO MAKE THIS SEDDIE TO THE END.
I'll be putting the OT3 in a separate branch off from this fic. Sort of a Chapter 6b if you will because I can smell it just like you can and it is yummy, but not quite what I had in mind for this . Curse my naughty fingers and all that.**
Carly Shays pondering was as short as it was troubled. Freddie could see a whole mix of emotions coming off his brown hair best friend, but none of them were positive. With a sudden explosion of sound she shouted, "No!"
He jolted at her outburst, he didn't think her refusal would be that violent, but really what was he expecting, for her to join him and his blond goddess in their holy quest?
He watched Cary try and work out what to do next. It was clear that she didn't want to be around while her two friends were in her apartment half naked and on top of each other. But it was also clear that she wasn't thinking straight and she wanted to stay where the thumping beats were.
"Suit yourself," Sam was being flippant, but it was clear that she wasn't ready for Carly to break up what ever was going on here. Her hand tangled again in his hair and moved him across the valley in between her peaks over to the second point. His body focusing by instinct on the task at hand his mind slowly lost it's focus on the other girl.
He sucked the nipple into his mouth and Sam gasped. He marveled at the texture. Having the nub in his mouth was completely different then just licking it on her body. It was almost like having that small piece of ham in there. It was amazing. He swished it back and forth with his tongue, nipped at it lightly with his incisors and pulled it deeper in and let it go with the suction her created. She bucked and squirmed under him, a delightful earthquake of girl flesh.
Her hand tightened in his hair and brought his head up and back. Her hair was a mess, the curly strands frizzy and everywhere but in line. His vision swam and the hair seemed to glow like the smallest fiber optic cables he's ever seen. She was looking at him with such an expression of need, her small sarcastic mouth puffing as she tried to pull her thoughts together enough to talk. He raised himself up a bit on his hands so he didn't crush her. His large body seeming to be unnaturally unwieldy.
The movement though pressed his pelvis into her crotch and he groaned loudly.
What was that?
Oh yeah, his penis. When had that gotten so hard? His face flushed, the burning of her touch nothing compared to the burning on his face. His mother always talked about his boy parts like they were some sort of mistake that should never be talked about. Obviously he realized in the last few years that they felt good when he touch them, but the values his mother instilled in him made him embarrassed of his nether regions. What girl would want to feel that poking at her?
His pleasure at the contact swiftly turned to fear of what the girl under him thought of his hot need. He opened his eyes expecting mortification from Sam.
But that was not the case, if anything her eyes were more clouded over with lust Her mind slipping away from him, but her body responding. She rose up to meet him grinding her fabric covered crotch against him. He bit his lip and froze. This was not what he was expecting, but oh god did it feel good.
"Sam?" He managed, before she ground into him again, "Oh ffff- Sam..."
Her eyes opened again, brow slightly frowned as if she was annoyed that he wasn't pushing back.
He tried to put all his insecurities into words, but it just came out, "I-I-I... Sam."
She came back to herself a bit more, rolling her eyes at him like she always had when he was unable to say something stupid. She purposefully ground against him again, when he didn't respond with the proper pressure she got that mountain lion look again.
His world turned round. The horizon of this strange planet shifting it's axis till her was flipped onto his back. The golden tree fronds falling around his head catching and trapping small motes of light and beauty in their clutches. He felt the pressure of pleasure grind again, this time down from the top on. She certainly didn't mind his member at all.
Crisis averted his mind started to wander again, the reality of the situation slipping from his grasp as he became lost again in this strange bumping that he wasn't intentionally causing. It was so good though, he wanted to feel more of what this golden world of Sam had to offer.
It wasn't long before both of them were puffing and panting. It wasn't his hands though that fumbled with the belt keeping his legs on. He was lost when he looked down between their bodies, the twin plains of skin so close together that he could barely make out her hands fumbling with the tricky buckle. He reached around her trying to help, his fear of being exposed drowning in a sea of pure need. Their combined efforts finally freeing the closure on his straining lower body.
She left him to it, she half rolled off him and started to fumble with her own. With her off to the side he could breath a bit again, the music still pounded and he scanned the room for Carly. She was no where in sight. With that information he shimmied out of his lower coverings and pushed them off to the side. Even his socks. He thought of folding them. He'd never attempted cloth origami, but no he didn't have time for that now.
She was on him again in an instant, almost as bare as he. He felt rather then saw her last piece of clothing. She was still wearing her underwear. It was a surprise, she had been the one who was so interested in removing her cloths and now she was sitting here, on top of him, one small barrier in between them, fingers tracing their way around his hips.
His penis twitched, attempting to push her up and fully around him. But that's not what it seemed like she had in mind. With one hand she pulled the blanket around them, He didn't thin she might be getting cold, her skin exposed like this.
The soft fabric embraced them. They were safe inside here. The world was no longer just her, the warm womb encircled them, making the light shift and change. Instead of the light her long yellow tresses were the dark. With legs straddling him, she pressed her small frame down on him.
He caught his breath as she ground the flimsy and wet piece of fabric between them.
Mission: Planet Shifting Complete.