Chapter 13: Dinner Time

Disclaimer: Children, he travels in the night, his black robe flowing, his scythe glistening in the moonlight. And he comes to every door, and at every house he visits he leaves no survivors. But he can be fought. He can be resisted. You can repel him. All you need to do is have faith and honor and love and be able to tell him honestly that you DO own iCarly. Oh...you don't. Hmm. Well, night, kids.

Note: long author's note at the end of story. Don't feel you have to read it...but you know you want to.

Freddie woke up early the next day, kissed Sam on the forehead, and left her with a note. He almost included "Love, Freddie" on it, but chickened out at the last second. He had almost said something last night before the music had changed.

He went home and showered and threw his clothes in the washer. He thought his mom possibly snooped just a little bit less than she used to, as part of her campaign to give Freddie space, thus ensuring her baby would not leave her, but if she found any sign of a female on him, that would change quickly. It might even be worse if she found out the girl was Sam. The only thing worse would be if she found out it was Carly.

As he waited to leave for school, he made some crepes. He had taken a cooking class with his mother for six weeks in the summer and had found he had enjoyed it, that he even had enjoyed spending the time with his mother. He ate his crepes and put a covered dish of them in the refrigerator for his mother, since he would be on his way to school before she got home. I should really cook for Sam, he thought. She would like that, he knew, although she might give him some attitude about hiding his cooking ability from her. At first he had thought that if she knew, he would have to cook for her all the time, the same way he always paid for her food or smoothies. He realized he didn't care about that, though.

However, how would he explain to her that he would like to cook for her? To Freddie, that moved beyond the friendship they had established. She always made him pay for her stuff before, and they hung out because, after they had dispensed with their "hatred" of each other, they had plenty in common. But cooking for her, wouldn't that be a step in a relationship that was decidedly more than friendship, one that couldn't be explained by a game?

I'd cook for Carly and Spencer, no problem, he thought. That was true. But he didn't want to cook for them the same way he wanted to cook for Sam. If they complimented him on his cooking, it would be like when his mother complimented him-it made him feel good, pleased. But the thought of Sam liking his cooking would fill him with more than pleasure, it would fill him with fulfillment.

Sam's right; I am the girl in this relationship. He laughed at the thought. There it was again, that word: relationship. Because that was what he thought he and Sam had. Hadn't he thought of her as his girlfriend more than once? And that was dangerous. Because Sam didn't like him that way.

Why are we playing this game, then? Sam would never let anybody do the things she lets you do to her. Maybe she feels the same way. These thought had filled his head for weeks now. Or maybe it's like she said, she trusts you. You're good old reliable, dependable Freddie, and she wants to do this with somebody she can trust. To get it over with. Just like the kiss... That was stupid thinking, he knew. Why would she want just to get it over with?

You think too much, he thought, and the thought sounded like it came from Sam's mouth. He did think too much, he knew. He didn't do that when he was Sam. When he was Sam, it was just them, and his fears seemed to disappear...around the scariest girl he knew.

It's almost over; that's why you're freaking out. After the game ends, you don't have any excuses.

He went to school, hoping to see Sam, hoping that one look from her would banish those thoughts. But before he saw Sam, he saw Gibby.

"Volume twenty-one, man," Gibby greeted him. Freddie stared at him a moment before realizing what Gibby was talking about. Volume twenty-one. Of twenty-five.

"Ah, congratulations, Gibby, one more step to the promised land." Gibby nodded, and gave him a thumbs-up. Freddie wished he would stop doing that. "You don't tell anybody else about that, do you, Gibby?"

"Are you kidding? And disrespect my woman?" Gibby shook his head at him. "But you and I are like brothers now, you know? Because we share that common bond of wanting to please the women we love." He patted Freddie on the chest with the back of his hand. Freddie, who had about to ask Gibby not to share any more information with him about his love life, said nothing, as he now felt like an asshole for not wanting to hear Gibby talk about his next step getting into his girlfriend's panties. Wanting to please the women we love, Gibby had said. And Freddie had pleased the woman he loved, had spent the night with her in his arms, in large part thanks to Gibby, strange ways and porn cousin aside.

Freddie clapped Gibby on his biceps. "You're a good man, Gibson." Gibby nodded at him and walked down the hall. Freddie saw Sam heading toward him.

"Volume twenty-one!" Gibby shouted behind him. Oh, lord.

"What's volume twenty-one?" Sam asked.

"New comic book came out today. Gibby's really excited," Freddie said.

"Yeah, it sounds like it." She looked at Gibby and shook her head. "So what's shaking, bacon?"

Bacon. Ah, what the hell. "Hey, Sam, you want to come over for dinner tonight? I'm cooking."

"You're cooking. You can cook?" Her eyes sparkled.

"Yeah, I can cook. I took some classes this summer."

"Are you good? Don't lie to me." Sam looked like her life depended on it.

"I'm excellent," he said. "I was going to invite Carly and Spencer over, too." Why did I say that. Coward. Coward! But if they're there, that might stop my mom from thinking anything is happening between me and Sam. If only I could tell her that there was something, it would be worth it putting up with her hysteria.

Sam paused. "Well, I'm still getting the majority of the food. What are you cooking?"

"It's a surprise. And you always get the majority of the food," he said. "Be there around eight."

"I'm always on time for food," she said, as they headed to class. Before the bell rang he texted Carly and Spencer, asking them. Carly replied almost immediately that she would love to, and Spencer replied an hour later that he had a previous engagement (those were the words he used, which meant, Freddie knew, that he had a date).

Freddie texted his mom what he planned. On the one hand, she was glad to not have to cook. On a couple of different hands, she didn't think what Freddie planned to cook was particularly healthy (although neither were some of the other meals he had made, and she had eaten them without complaint) and she wasn't sure she wanted those girls in her house, especially the Shay one. Freddie finally got her to agree; he was hoping she would finally understand they were his friends, and that Carly certainly could not be blamed for Freddie saving her life. He could hope that; he didn't know how likely it was.

As soon as he got home, he borrowed his mom's car to go shopping. By the time he got home, he had less than four hours to cook, which would have been no problem if it had just been him and his mom. But he was cooking mainly for Sam, and he didn't want to disappoint her.

"Oh, goodness, Freddie, I just gained five pounds looking at that," his mother said, as she watched him prepare macaroni and cheese. It was a recipe he had gotten online and modified to his own liking. His mother wasn't wrong; the calories in it were monstrous. He hadn't told his mother that he had often made it when Gunsmoke was around, so that Freddie could have some and give the rest to Gunsmoke, preventing his mom from seeing it in the house. The macaroni and cheese was what prompted Gunsmoke to try to get Freddie to work out more. Not that Gunsmoke ever refused Freddie's food.

"How many cheeses are in there, Freddie?"

He turned to her. "Six."

She held her hand over her heart. "I don't want to know anymore." She walked away. He heard her murmur something about "all of us dying."

He finished most of the meal, only having to allow some stuff to bake, with thirty minutes to spare, so he took a shower to wash away the kitchen heat and smells. He thought for a moment about dressing for the occasion, but then realized he wouldn't know how to explain that to Sam. He put on jeans and a button up shirt, but decided to not button it up all the way. Because this wasn't a date, just friends. Yeah.

"Where's the food, Fredward?" Sam said as a greeting when he opened the door. Carly stood behind her and gave him a little wave. Of the three of them, Carly was the one who was dressed up, but Freddie knew that was more for his mother's benefit than for Freddie. Carly knew how Mrs. Benson felt about her and took every opportunity to get in her good graces, never understanding that every thing she did only set Mrs. Benson against her further. Freddie felt bad about it, because he knew Carly didn't deserve it, just as sure as he knew his mother wouldn't let her protective anger go anytime soon.

Freddie had everybody sit down. He had Sam sit between Carly and Mrs. Benson for safety reasons, but also so he could sit down opposite her.

He poured his mom a small glass of wine, gave Carly lemonade, and put a bottle of Peppy Cola in front of Sam. He had water next to his plate, feeling as if he couldn't handle anything else at the time, although he did have to resist the urge to chug his mom's wine. You're just nervous, he thought. No chiz.

Sam watched him as he prepared the plates. "You'll make somebody a good wife some day," she said.

"Any woman would be lucky to marry my Freddie," Mrs. Benson replied automatically. He loved her and appreciated her defense, but if he could get away with putting duct tape over her mouth, Freddie would do it. The last thing he needed was Sam going on an insult barrage, just to see how long it would take to get Mrs. Benson to blow her top.

"Here you go, Sam," he said, putting her plate in front of her.

"Why did you give her food first?" his mother asked.

"You always feed the most dangerous bear first," Freddie said. Sam stuck her tongue out at him. She looked at her plate untrustingly. He put plates down in front of Carly and his mother. Their portions were significantly smaller than Sam's. Freddie's own plate had even less food than theirs. His stomach was unfit for digestion at the moment. If things went well, maybe he would sit down with a bowl of the mac and cheese while watching Galaxy Wars later.

"What's this?" Sam asked.

"Apple and onion-stuffed pork chops, macaroni and cheese, scalloped potatoes, and bacon-fried green beans." His mother looked at him. "You and Carly have regular green beans. This is the only way I could get Sam to eat vegetables."

"I'm still doing it in protest," Sam said. She was reluctant to eat, a rarity for Sam. He knew it was because she was afraid his food was going to suck, and Sam couldn't help but be honest about it. It was something he was worried about, too, even though he had tested his food enough.

"So, dig in," he said. He sat down and and took a bite of his macaroni and cheese. His mother began to eat, starting with her green beans, of course. Carly took a sip of her lemonade and stared at Sam. Sam looked at him over her plate, and he saw her inhale and let her breath out. He would have appreciated her concern about hurting his feelings if she hadn't established that was what she was doing. She took a small bite of the macaroni. Freddie watched her while pretending not to. And there it was. Freddie might be only newly experienced with Sam's pleasure in the bedroom, but he knew her foodgasm face, and that was it! He gave himself a mental pat on the back. Sam looked at him and stabbed a forkful of the scalloped potatoes (to which he had added thin strips of ham) and taste that. He saw her eyes roll. Carly seemed to be comfortable that Sam wouldn't start tossing plates or something, and she turned to her own plate. Her bites were much more delicate, but if Freddie had looked to her, he would have seen a look somewhat similar to Sam's.

Sam took a piece of the green beans, and Freddie saw her mouth the word "bacon". Finally, she turned to the pork chops, which he was most concerned about, because unlike the other food, it had been his first time making this. He saw her face and felt like standing on the table and claiming victory. Instead he took another bite of food, no longer feeling like he was going to throw up.

"Okay, I take it back, Freddie," Sam said, between bites. "You're gonna have to marry me, but you have to cook every night."

"You wish," his mother muttered. Freddie grinned.

'Quiet," Sam said, waving her hand at his mother. "You're ruining this moment I'm having with my food."

Despite a plate that had as much food on it as the other three people combined, Sam was done with her plate first. She looked up from her plate as if surprised to find the food had disappeared. She looked at Freddie, who was holding another plate of food, which she accepted gladly. He took her other plate and rinsed it in the sink.

Sam finished her second plate about the time everybody finished their first.

Sam pulled back from the table. "I don't know what to say, Freddie-"

"What do you say about dessert?" Freddie asked, getting up.

"Our Freddie is the best, isn't he, Mom?" Sam asked Mrs. Benson. His mother looked a little queasy.

Freddie put a slice of cheesecake with caramel drizzle on it in front of Sam. He looked at Carly and his mom to see if they wanted any, but they both shook their heads, Carly with a look of regret.

'Freddie, how did you make this so quickly?" Carly asked.

Before he could answer, his mother replied," he actually made the cheesecake the other day for a benefit bake sale at the hospital. He just made extra. It's nice to see some teenagers who are concerned about others." Carly rolled her eyes. Freddie went to the fridge and took out a paper plate with two slices wrapped in plastic.

"This is for you and Spencer," he said.

She looked at Sam, who was eyeing the plate. "I think I'm going to go put this up now," Carly said, heading to her apartment.

"You know I'll find it," Sam yelled at her. "Hey, Freddie, I'm gonna use your bathroom."

"There's a bathroom right there, young lady," his mother said, pointing.

"It was delicious, but I think those onions gunked my works. Not sure you want me that close," Sam said, and she went to Freddie's bedroom.

Freddie began cleaning up. His mother was looking at him, something he knew never led to any good.

She sighed. "Her, Freddie? Really?"

"What do you mean?"

"Samantha. I might be, as she says, 'crazy', but I know what I see. How bad is it?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Freddie, are you in love with her?" He stared at her, saying nothing. "Oh, dear."

"Mom-"

"At least it's not that Shay girl."

"What?"

"Freddie, are you sure? I mean, she just seems-"

"You don't know her, Mom. She's hard to know, but when you do-" He shut up. Might as well sign a written confession, he thought. He waited for his mother to explode, to say how he was ruining his life.

"Freddie, you need to be careful. Maybe you're right, and I don't know her like you do, but can you imagine being with her five, ten years from now?" She dismissed his answer before he could say anything. "You need to be careful with everything."

"Mom-"

"You still have your protection after our last talk?"

"Mom! We haven't...had sex." He didn't know how to say what they had had, and he certainly wasn't going to with his mother.

She nodded. "Maybe we should watch that film on sexually transmitted diseases again." He groaned.

"Mom, please stop."

She stood in front of him and looked at him. "I have to say, Freddie, I'm not terribly happy with you growing up. If it was up to me, it would have stopped about four years ago."

"Yeah, well, it's confusing to me, too," he said.

"Okay," Carly said, coming back into the apartment, "I think I've might have hidden it well enough for Sam not to find it. Where is she, anyway?"

Freddie was about to say something, just realizing how long Sam was gone. Great, he had given the love of his life food poisoning. She came out of his room.

"You hide it, Carly?"

"Hide what?" Carly said. Sam smirked. Freddie would eat the table if it took Sam more than twenty minutes to find the cheesecake. He went to the fridge. His mother had slipped discreetly to her bedroom, possibly to cry about the loss of her little boy. Freddie took out a plate of food and handed it to Sam.

"Midnight snack," he said.

"You're still gonna cook like this for me after the honeymoon, right?" she asked, laughing.

"Of course."

"Thanks for dinner, Freddie." She punched him lightly on the shoulder. "That's for not letting me know you could cook earlier. I'm going to put this in the fridge." She looked at Freddie, and then left.

"Carly," Freddie said.

"Hmm," she said, appearing lost in thought.

"I have extra cheesecake for you and Spencer, you know, when Sam finds yours."

She nodded. "Freddie, do you like Sam?" Am I wearing a sign or something?

"What? Yeah, she's my best friend, just like you."

"No, Freddie," she said, as if he were stupid. "Do you like Sam?"

"Why would you say that, Carly?"

"I don't know. Maybe because it seemed like it wouldn't have mattered if me or your mom was here tonight."

"That's not true."

"But-"

"Carly, are you coming or what?" Sam stood in Carly's doorway.

"Coming."

"Carly, don't talk to Sam about this. You're just gonna earn me a beating or something." She nodded, but he wasn't sure he trusted her look.

Finally, he went to his room. Spencer knew how he felt. His mother knew how he felt, it seemed. If Carly didn't know how he felt, she was thisclose. How soon before Sam realized?

Freddie didn't see Sam the next day until after lunch; she had skipped all her classes.

"Did you say something to her, Carly?"

"No, Freddie, but we should talk about it."

"Nothing to talk about. Where is she at, though?"

"I don't know. She isn't answering my texts. You?"

"Yeah, I sent a text or two, but she hasn't answered." He had sent six before forcing himself to stop.

Freddie left Carly before she could interrogate him further.

He finally saw Sam after lunch, but she went to her class and he had to go to his. And then she was gone again before the last class. When he asked Carly, she said Sam told her she had to do something and wouldn't talk to her about it.

That night, completely willingly, Freddie went to a sign language class with his mother. She was working another double-shift that night, with only two more left before she went to regular shifts again, and he felt guilty about her "growing up" comment. Also, he wanted to avoid Carly. And if Sam wanted to see him, he knew she could find him.

His mother left around ten for work. He checked his phone. Carly had sent him three texts. He responded noncommittally to them and let her know he was going to bed. Sam had sent nothing. He took a shower. The thing was, he had been pretty happy last night at dinner, before Sam had gotten up and his mother, and then Carly, had confronted him. It had crumbled that quickly.

He flossed, brushed his teeth, and then realized he might want a piece of cheesecake. He left the bathroom in his towel and started to head to the kitchen.

"Nice towel, Benson." He turned around. Sam was sitting on his bed, wearing her normal sleep wear, boxers and a white tank top. The only difference was that this time the boxers were green and had a cartoon character on them, some sort of cat. There was a bag next to the bed.

"Sam."

"In the flesh." She moved close to him.

"Sam, what's going on? Are you mad at me? Where have you been all day?"

"That's my girl," she said, shaking her head. "I've been busy. And," she said, reaching out and popping the knot of his towel, causing it to fall to the floor," does this seem like I'm mad?" She held his cock gently, and it hardened despite Freddie's wishes.

"Sam, what's going on?" he asked, trying to ignore her hand on him.

"Okay, I'm a little upset," she said. "We promised no more secrets. And then I find out you know how to cook and haven't been making me food. What kind of friend is that?" She stroked him. "And I've been avoiding Carly, because she has this idea in her head about us, and I don't think we want to explain to her what's really going on." She looked at his face, then back to what she was doing with her hand.

"Sam, I'm sorry-"

"Shush, Freddie. I just want to thank you for dinner." Her fingernails lightly touched his balls. "That was very sweet. You didn't have to do that. Although, you are going to be doing it a lot now." She cupped his balls and used her other hand to stroke him.

"What's with the bag?" he asked.

"Which one?" she asked, smirking down at him. "Well, I didn't want to stay home tonight, and I can't stay with Carly without facing questions, so I'm gonna be your roomie tonight. I didn't think you mind."

She put her hands on his arms and guided him to the bed and pushed him gently on it. Then she straddled him. He could feel the wetness of her through her boxers. She rubbed herself up and down on his cock.

"Stop teasing me," he said.

"What are you going to do about it, Benson?" She raised her eyebrow. He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her on the bed, so that he was on top of her. He kissed her, then began sucking on her neck. "Is that all you got, Freddie?"

He moved his hand down and pushed past her boxer and inserted his finger inside her.

"Can't do that, Freddie. My turn, my rules," she said, despite the fact that her hips pushed against his finger.

He pulled his finger out and touched her clit with it. He rubbed it softly between his fingers, and she moaned. "If you want me to stop, Sam, all you have to do is tell me."

"I won't fall for your reverse psychology," she said. Freddie bent down again and sucked on her shoulder blade and then showered kisses up her neck, all the time rubbing her clit. She pulled him by the hair and brought his lips to her, and he felt the moan in her mouth against his as she came. He slowed the motion of his hand, as her hips stopped thrusting against him.

"Bastard," she said.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked. She smirked and pushed him on his back again.

"Well, before I was so rudely interrupted," she said. She bent down and bit his ear, then trailed her tongue to his neck, nibbling gently. As she went down to his chest, giving him kisses and nibbles and strokes with her tongue, she put her hand around his cock and stroked. She moved down lower, with her thighs on his knees, and she bit the piece of flesh at the top of his belly button.

Then she was further down, pushing his legs apart with her body between them, and she held his cock in front of her face and looked at him.

She licked the inside of his left thigh and brought her tongue closer to his dick, flicking the base of it, causing him to moan. She moved to the other side, doing the same thing, and he realized she was doing the same thing to him that he had to her the first time he had touched her pussy.

She licked his ball sac, and he jumped. She grinned against him. She licked along the length of his cock and placed a tiny kiss when she reached the top. She repeated this twice, softly massaging his balls as she did. She held his cock with her other hand and stroked him, as licked around the top of his head. She looked at him as she did so, catching his eyes. She smiled at him, then took his head within her mouth and sucked it softly. He moaned, trying not to thrust in her. She lowered her mouth until it was past his head and then brought it back up, keeping pressure with her lips, all the while stroking his cock. Each time she went down on him, she went a little further, until she was able to get almost half of him in her mouth. She increased the speed as she went down on him, and her stroke on him was maddening. He felt like he might cum soon, but then she took her mouth off him, making him groan. She took one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking softly, and he arched his back at the sensation.

She put her mouth around the middle of his cock and slid up and down a little before taking him inside her mouth again. She increased her stroke, so that she was almost connecting with the downward motion of her mouth on him.

"Sam," he whispered. He tried to touch the top of her head, and she pushed his hand away. "Sam, I'm gonna cum." That only served to make her mouth suck slightly harder and for her to push a little further down on his cock.

"Sam...Sam...I-" And that was all he said before he felt himself release inside her mouth. And she still sucked at him, still stroked at him, and he cried out, the sensation much more than anything he had ever produced himself or even Sam had done for him. Finally, his orgasm stopped, and she still sucked gently at him. She pulled him out of her mouth and looked at him as she placed small kisses on the top of his cock.

"Sam, how-"

"If you have it far enough back and swallow, you really can't taste too much," she said.

"What?" He still felt a little dazed and was definitely confused.

"You're kinda salty, though. Probably eating too much red meat." She smiled and licked the underside of his head, causing him to shiver.

He shook his head, trying to shake the cobwebs. "Sam, what are you saying?"

"Oh, Freddie, can you do me a favor?" She leaned down into her bag and tossed something onto his chest. "Can you give this back to Gibby?"

He looked at it. Lovemaking for the Passionate Couple, Volume 16: Fellatio.

He looked at her. She smiled. Oh, shit.

"You, uh, borrowed this from Gibby?"

"'Borrow' is an interesting word."

"Uh, Sam..." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Oh, Freddie, Freddie, don't you know by now you can't pull anything over on me?" She moved up the bed so that she was by his side and rested her head on his arm. "So I know this guy, you might know him, and although he says he hasn't been with any other girls, he's still able to get this girl off. 'Well,' the girl thinks, 'he is good with his hands. Maybe it's just a natural gift.' But then this guy goes down on the girl, this guy who's been with no other girls that way, and he makes her cum three times. 'That's strange,' thinks the girl. 'Could he have been lying to me about being with other girls?' The thing is, this guy is a nub, but not much of a liar, so she has to wonder where he picked up these skills."

"Sam-"

"Shhh. Story time. Well, everybody has access to the Internet these days, so she thinks maybe he's done some research. He's that type of nerd. But his mother checks his computer. So this girl checks this other computer she knows he has access to. Nothing. So maybe he talks to somebody. But who? Not his mother. Not his best girl friend, since she's friends with this other girl. Not his best friend's brother. So what does a boy with no access to porn and nobody to talk to do; he goes to the unlikeliest source."

"How did you know?"

"Well, I...this girl...was confused. But then she ate dinner at the guy's house and looked on his computer under the pretense of going to the bathroom."

"Sam, you got into my private things!"

"Seems you've been the one getting into my private things, Freddie," she said and gave his shrunken cock a tiny squeeze, making it jump a little. "Couldn't find much, but then I saw this one file that was encrypted. So I e-mailed it to myself. It took me a while to get into it, but when I did, I found it was in a different language. Of course, I...I mean, this girl knows the boy is a nerd, and it didn't take long to figure out it was from one of his nerd movies. And, presto, all this information. By the way, nice flowchart." Freddie blushed. "But I noticed a volume missing. But where did he get access to this info? But then I noticed this boy had grabbed another guy at a slumber party and brought him to another room to put their bags in. Well, that seemed like a total chick thing to do, so that was strange. And then the boy can't even look at the other guy's girlfriend, which led me to believe he found something embarrassing about her. What was it, by the way?"

"She has sensitive nipples. And they're huge," Freddie murmured.

"Hmm. Not something I can really use. Anyway, one trip to the potato's house and a little misadventure in his closet-why does he have so much porn, by the way?"

"His cousin gives it to him. He's a porn star. Johnny Hardiron."

"The guy with that tattoo? That explains it. Anyway, I found what I was looking for under the bed. For some reason, this guy didn't want to learn how to give a good blowjob." She looked at him.

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"Still he asks. 'Hey, Sam, I just made you cum, does that upset you?'" She thumped him on the head. "You could have told me."

"I didn't want you to think I didn't know anything."

"You didn't know anything, Freddie. Neither did I."

"Okay...sorry." She glared at him. "Uh, sorry about being sorry." He thought for a moment. "Wait a minute...you know Endylsian!"

"What? No. I had some nerd translate it for me."

"You had a nerd translate a paper about how to get you off?"

Sam was blushing. "Shut up, nub."

"That's pretty hot, actually." She said nothing, still blushing. Freddie laughed. Sam was a secret nerd. "I guess we should go to sleep," Freddie said.

She grinned. "Not quite. You want to know something else I learned in this little film?" She looked at him. He nodded, cautiously. "Well, generally, guys can't have multiple orgasms, although there is a freak here or there. But they can, especially when they are close to their sexual prime, be ready to cum again quickly." She placed his hand on his cock. "Seems to me you've been trying to win the orgasm game, Freddie. Not fair."

She moved down and took him in her mouth again. She took all of him in her mouth, since he was flaccid, although that didn't last long. Soon he was hard, although his arousal was not as urgent as it had been previously. She sucked his cock, looking in his eyes the entire time. For some reason, he found that even sexier than what she was doing. Then she removed him and grinned at him.

"What are you doing, Sam?"

She pulled her shirt off and then reached into her bag. She lay on her back and handed him the item she had. It was lubricant.

"What?"

"Put it between my boobs."

"Why?"

"Come on, Freddie. I know you're obsessed with my boobs. Don't you want to fuck them?" He did. He poured some of the lubricant between her breasts and rubbed it on them. "Get up here."

He straddled her stomach and held his cock between her breasts. She pushed them together around his dick, and he moved forward slowly, feeling the lube coat his dick. She was looking at him as he thrust, and he thought she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

"Come on, Freddie. Fuck my tits. Don't you want to cum on them?" He thrust harder and she stuck her tongue out and licked the top of his cock as he did. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed next to her head and thrust harder. She squeezed her boobs tighter and he released a much smaller charge this time, but it still felt incredible. For a moment, neither one of them moved. They looked at each other. Then Freddie got up, and much as she had for him, he wet a wash cloth with warm water and came back and cleaned her off. Then he wiped himself off. He tossed the wash cloth in the shower.

He went to the dresser and started to grab a pair of boxers. "I prefer you to sleep naked," Sam said.

"Sam."

"My turn, my rules."

"Then you be naked, too."

"Nope."

"Fine. You have to leave your shirt off, then." She thought about it, then nodded. He got on the bed next to her, feeling his cock against her boxer shorts, knowing if he hadn't already spent twice he would be hard again. He pulled the sheet up over them and put his arm around her, cupping her breast. This is how we sleep, he thought.

"Thank you for wanting to make me feel good, Freddie," she said.

He laughed. "No, thank you." She giggled. She reached out and held on to the arm that was around her.

A/N: Sorry the author's note might be a little long, because I wanted to take some time to answer one of Princess Starlight's question, in case others might like to know. I'll try to add some extra story to the chapter to make up for it (I'm writing this before I sit down to write the chapter).

Thanks for reviews from: sammiilizziee, Darsnider, LiTtLe-MiSs...SeDdIe, Jarik Kiray, Moviepal, MissSeddie, Kechara7881, Princess Starlight, pos, Cheruth, popcorn1001, isinkintohearts, myjumpingsocks, coiwy1, clarksonfan, Daniyell37, and MaybeINeedaBreak.

Jarik Kiray: The second and third were close together, second with the writing and third with the sucking. Sam might have noticed he was doing something different, but I don't know if she would be able to discern upside-down cursive while she was in that state.

MissSeddie: That's what Sam said.

Princess Starlight: That's just what a guy wants to hear when he's trying to be sexy: "aw, cute."

As for what goes through my mind as I write these chapters, I'm not sure exactly what you're asking (since I'm still having some residual Gibby perversity), but I'll do the best I can, and you can let me know if I answered you or you were looking for something else. Around chapter four I wrote a few things about what I wanted to accomplish with each chapter (and, yes, the sexual aspect was one of those), so I go into each chapter with that in mind. Except for what I think I might write during the day, when I sit down to write I have no set idea what I'm going to write. Take a look at the last chapter. I knew I wanted to have Freddie's bruise come up, Sam blurt out her apology, Sam and Freddie do something together (at the time I didn't know what), Gibby and Tasha appear, Freddie goes to Sam's house (also didn't know he was going to catch her dancing, but that happened because I figured she wouldn't be asleep yet and if she was and he tried something, she might have put him through the window-that all worked out, because I like the dance scene, and the callback to a couple of episodes), Freddie taking Sam on a trip downtown (ain't I a cunning linguist?), Freddie's solo shot (that only came to me-oh, lord-a little before I started writing), and then the two of them sleeping in the same bed.

So I sit down, write the disclaimer (which is in some ways more difficult than the chapter) and get Freddie's shoulder out of the way right away. I have Spencer clap Freddie on the shoulder, exposing that there is something wrong. I hadn't planned on Carly giving the 'tude to Sam, but that just happened. And I felt like they needed to talk after the previous chapter and get some feelings out there, but not too many feelings. When Freddie saw Tasha, I was originally just going to have him be uncomfortable, but when I rewrote Gibby's comments about her nipples, I just got the image that Freddie pretty much did and felt it had to be in there. Sam was going to not really bring up anything about it, just give Freddie a look, but I felt she needed to do that because of what I bring up in this chapter.

As for the sex scene, part of it is just remembering being a teenage boy with little experience with sex (since I decided to not show Sam's point of view as far as what's going on in her mind, it is pretty easy to show what is going on in Freddie's mind), part of is using my experience, and part of it is just trying to write a scene that if I read it, I would think not only that it was sexy, but it was in some way romantic, because I have read some of the stuff on here, and a lot of it falls into the cliches that are, well, more the porn that Gibby's cousin does than Lovemaking for the Passionate Couple. Probably the easiest way to say it, and the one that highlights my perversity again, is to just picture the scene as you would find it sexy and write that (unless you're not going for sexy; but I have an advantage if I want to write it funny, since I can draw from my own experience there, too-the "first time" for Freddie in my story "Maybe It's Just Me" is based in a few ways (not all) on my first time, except my first time was even funnier, although maybe not so much at the time).

Or this chapter: after I had written the first paragraph, I had no idea that Freddie was going to cook. That just sort of happened. I was going to have his mom come home and the two of them talk, but logic suggested to me that between her work ending and his school starting there would not be enough time, but I wanted him to do something for her, thus the crepes...and the rest just followed.

Was that what you were looking for? Something different? Let me know, and I'll answer the best I can.

axel100: Yeah, I've been to Seattle before without any issue. And I'm not implying in my story that Seattle is not safe. I guess there was another reason I wrote that the way I did. Although Mia Zapata's murder did happen in Seattle. I guess we'll never figure out why Sam said that.

Cheruth: I actually don't know that Freddie's past crush will come up between Sam and him. I have covered it before in other stories, and to do it again would feel like a crutch to me. I think that Sam doesn't believe he had a crush on Carly anymore, but that's not saying she might not say something during a fight or to tease him.

insinkintohearts: Sorry about that. Been writing a lot recently. Typos are gonna happen sometimes. Oh, you thought the sex was next, huh? Do you think it's next one, huh? We'll see. And I can't see a Carly Gibby pairing working, "What if No One's Watching"-just wouldn't happen.

Daniyell37: Oh, that must have been a mistake on my part. I'll make sure not to forget the tag again.