I've got family over from across the states that I haven't seen in years so I'm glad I'm posting this up right now because this is the only free time I'm going to have. The M-rated comes to play in the chapter (soon I know) but it's for a good reason.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the mentioned characters or similar objects in this chapter.

Chapter 2 What did we do?

The drive to the beach was a long one. Sam sat behind the wheel of her yellow 2008 Jeep Wrangler, drumming her fingers to the beat of the music playing through the speakers. Carly sat next to her, shifting her attention between her Android and the GPS. Sam glanced through her rear view mirror to look at the rest of her passengers. Behind her, Melanie was skimming through her recently bought textbook, Freddie was glued to his PearPhone and Gibby had dozed off on Freddie's shoulder.

"Carls, don't sweat it. I'm sure he'll text you back. If he doesn't, then you'll just see him when we get to the party," Sam comforted her best friend.

Carly scoffed. "I'm sure he will. I just don't understand why he even wants to talk things through this late after our break-up."

"You know what? Be glad you're one of the single ladies! You can party it up all you want and not have to worry about Jordan anymore," Sam joked.

Carly threw her head back with a hearty laugh. "I can't believe I dated that dumb ass jerk! All he ever wanted to do was make out with me and show me off! He wasn't even that bright. Remember when he would come over so I could only help him with his homework? I'm surprised he even graduated!"

"I'm surprised he got that far in school. Jordan was a big joke," Sam laughed along with Carly.

"I'm glad Spencer was able to convince Mrs. Benson to let us come out to this party for the weekend. I really need it," Carly sighed.

"Trust me, we all do… I can't believe we're all going our separate ways on Monday," Sam said slowly.

"Hmmm I know. Law School, here I come! Oh! The GPS is telling you to turn left here…and there's the parking lot," Carly pointed out.

"Finally! I was beginning to get bored of driving!" Sam cried out as she pulled into a spot on the empty lot. In the empty lot, the girls noticed it was littered with miscellaneous items. They could also see, from their seats in Sam's car, clumps of teenagers near the edge of the water moving around. Sam switched the ignition off and screamed, "WE'RE HERE!" Grinning, she slipped her sunglasses on her nose and unbuckled her seatbelt.

Freddie shifted his shoulder to awaken Gibby from his sleep. The girls could hear Gibby mutter a string of incoherent words but opened his eyes, none the less. Melanie glanced up from her Computer Forensics textbook and smiled. Freddie's eyes shifted from the beach back to his phone.

Gibby jumped out of the Jeep and stretched. Smirking, he threw off his shirt and jogged his way towards the girls playing volleyball in their bikinis crying out, "I see hot babes!" Sam and Carly laughed at their peculiar friend. Carly had taken her tank top off, folded it and left it on the passenger seat. She began to walk away in her jean shorts, purple bikini top and purple flip flops. Melanie had done the same in her striped red and black bikini top, jean shorts and black flip flops, and walked in step with Carly. They walked towards the volleyball game, laughing along the way. Sam watched them and sighed. She questioned how the two of them could be friends so easily when Carly knew the history between Sam and Melanie. Sam moved to lift her t-shirt when a soft hand stopped her.

Freddie had watched his best friends leave the car just as quickly as they had parked. His fascination with how nonchalant the girls were had him questioning how much the girls even noticed him in their presence. There were subtle glances he noticed from a certain blond every so often that let his imagination roam on the idea of actually being acknowledged, even after their break-up. He had put his phone away and left the car when Sam began to undress. Sam had not even grasped that Freddie was still in her presence.

Sam glanced at the hand that had stopped her from lifting her t-shirt. Her eyes moved upwards, landing on the quirky brown eyes that smiled back at her. In a swift movement, Freddie pinned Sam against the car.

Breathing into her neck, he whispered, "Let me help you out, Princess Puckett." He flashed her one of his dazzling smiles.

Sam smirked, "I bet you were waiting all day to ask me that, Benson."

"You're damn right," He grinned. Sam loosened up and let Freddie lift the striped t-shirt off of her body, exposing the pink and white polka-dotted bikini top while he threw it carelessly in the driver's seat. Sam watched his brown eyes fixate on her moving breasts, moving with each breath she took. "Carly's graduating present, I presume?"

"Duh," she giggled.

"Fuck," He muttered, taking a step back and running a hand through his hair. He took a good look at her; Sam's face was flushed, her eyes sparkled mischievously as Freddie's hand formed a tight fist with tension. Sam smirked, twirling for him in her jean shorts and bikini top. Freddie watched the swell of her breast rise and fall with every breath she took; her bikini top moving ever so slightly.

Sam approached him, tapping a finger on his chest. "Bet you want to see the bottom half, right?" she teased.

"Hmmm," he choked.

Sam laughed, "Well you're out of luck, Fredlump. I'm not taking these shorts off."

He grew closer to her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and slipped his arms around her waist. "I bet you'd look gorgeous, Sammy."

Sam giggled in his ear. Playfully, she pushed him aside and jogged towards the volleyball game. "Coming, Benson?" she called back. It took a couple of seconds, but he shook his head in amusement and began to jog after the blonde. Sam smiled as she heard the sound of his footsteps come closer and closer to her as she approached the ongoing game. Finally, reaching Carly, Sam watched her chatting up with a guy who was her usual type; tall, slim, brunette and big brown eyes. Sam tapped Carly on the shoulder. Carly turned with one of her usual 'what do you want' smiles directed towards Sam.

"Yes, Sam?" Carly said through gritted teeth.

"I wanted to thank you for my present," Sam grinned at her. She watched as a huge smile inched across Carly's once annoyed face.

"OH Sam I am so glad you finally appreciate it!" Carly squealed. Sam felt heavy steps stop abruptly behind her, pushing some sand in her flip flops. She could feel the hesitation radiating from his body.

Smiling at Carly, Sam began to jog away again, this time towards the water, "You wanted to see the rest? Keep up Benson!"

Sam heard him laugh close behind her. She was at the water's edge when she felt the sand leave the bottom of her feet. Her flip flops floated among the foam as she shrieked. His arms wrapped around her bare waist as he pulled their bodies closer. He rested his chin on her shoulder, grinning widely. "Got you."

Sam laughed, "Too bad you won't ever see the rest of my bathing suit."

"I know," Freddie paused. With a long sigh, he spoke slowly, "I just, I just missed this…this cat and mouse game."

"Well, you've been busy with my sister and Carly all summer long, not my fault," Sam shrugged her shoulders.

"That's because you've so graciously ignored my comments."

"You haven't said anything interesting enough for me to comment on."

"You're one of a kind, you know that Princess Puckett?"

"Not really, I'm come in a set of two."

Sam felt the low rumble emitting from his chest as he laughed. His laugh always made her smile. He put her down and pushed her into an incoming wave. The water soaked through her shorts and she groaned, "MOTHER FUCKER!" He continued to laugh. Stomping away from him, she made her way towards a couple of coolers near the empty lifeguard post.

OXOXOXOXOXOX

The sun was starting to set and Sam had a couple of beers since the episode down by the water with Freddie. She could see Wendy making a fire with Brad a couple of yards away while couples made out in various areas. Groaning loudly, Sam took another swig of her newly acquired beer. The sense of a presence behind her made itself known as they grunted in disapproval.

A pair of feet perched next to her as they nestled in the sand. Sam turned and sneered at her mirror image. Melanie frowned at her. "Sam, is this what you've done all day?"

"So what if I have?" Sam growled.

"Please tell me you've socialized with other people besides Freddie." Sam gave her a side glance. "Oh yeah, I saw that. You guys looked so cute down there, I just had to take a picture!"

Sam gasped, horrified. "MEL! YOU TOOK A PICTURE?!"

Sam watched her twin laugh. "Of course I did! What kind of sister would I be if I didn't?"

"What'd you take it on? Your phone?"

"I'm not telling you! You'll just find it and delete it!"

"Fine, don't tell me. I will find out sooner or later."

Sam watched as Melanie threw on her tank top, despite there being no wind. There was actually warmth coming from the fire. It seemed odd. "You forget, Sam, I am also a Puckett."

Sam watched her replica get up and walk towards a couple of boys and sit between them. Melanie giggled and lightly touched each of their shoulders as they all swooned. Sam could see Carly making out with the same boy she was eyeing earlier and that's when Sam saw him. Freddie smirked at her from a few steps away and sat where Melanie had previously huddled. She noticed how he had also shed his t-shirt and sported only his blue assorted swim trunks and the muscles that senior year had so graciously given him from weight lifting.

Sam finished her beer and threw it aside. She watched him grab a half empty beer and take a heavy gulp. Sam smirked. She knew she was the main reason he had started drinking. "Enjoy that beer, Fredhead?" Swallowing his beer, he glanced at her. About five empty beer bottles had now piled up next to Sam throughout the day while she tried to figure out the complex expression he gave her.

After finishing his drink, he finally spoke. He gave her a sort of puppy dog look. "I miss you Sammy."

"I-I don't think you know what you're saying Benson. How many beers have you had?" Sam stated, stunned. She wanted to inch away, but her body insisted on getting closer to him. She glanced at her half dry jean shorts next to her while she pulled her bare knees up to her chest.

He lazily eyed her from her knees to her hips and back to her eyes. His eyes looked hungrily at her as he growled from the bottom of his throat. "I don't know, maybe three?"

"Benson, we all know you can't hold your emotions very well when you drink," Sam stifled her laughter as he swooned a bit to the left.

She threw an arm over his shoulder to steady him as he grunted. "I'm fine, Sam."

"Sure you are." She laughed in his ear as he leaned into her.

"I'm serious, though. I missed you…a lot." His face had inched towards hers without her knowledge. Time lapsed as the alcohol kicked in and his lips were seconds away from hers. She gasped in surprise when he firmly pressed his lips against hers. She moaned and pushed his face closer to hers with her fingers brushing his hair. She could feel his growl echo from his throat. His kisses were erratic as time lapsed again and Sam felt herself straddling his thighs. His hands felt hot against her cool skin and she felt the nostalgic rush from his actions. She ground her hips against his as his lips slipped south onto her neck.

"Sam…fuck," he growled against her neck. Sam grinned as she shifted her body around his growing erection and pressed down, harder than before. She moaned loudly as he scraped his teeth against her neck. Freddie gripped his hands tightly around her thighs. "Let's get out of here…NOW," he demanded heavily.

Sam smirked at him. She shoved him and he landed on his back, softly against the sand. Freddie was stunned but shook his head with a smile. Sam pressed her body against his and ran her hand from his forehead through his hair and to the back. Chuckling, she stood up, her body still covered by her bikini. She gripped his hand as they clumsily ran towards Sam's car, laughing and stumbling along the sand.

When they reached the easily seen Jeep, Freddie slammed Sam against the back door, nibbling on her ear, eliciting a gasp from the surprised blonde. "Freddie…wait…" Sam gasped.

"What?" He groaned. Sam stumbled with opening the door and pushed him inside the back seat. Smirking at him, she shut the door behind her and straddled him once again. Freddie rolled his eyes with a grin. "You look beautiful in the evening sun, Sammy."

"Shut up, Freddie," Sam whispered against his skin as she made her way up his neck with her lips, stopping when she reached his ear. Gripping it between her teeth she felt his heavy hand run up her back and towards the tied knot from her bikini top. He tugged it teasingly while she made her way back down his neck. "Do it, I dare you," she whispered. Sam felt his hands loosen the knot, the front of her bathing suit dropping in result. She watching, leaning back as his grin grew wider.

"I bet I'm the only one to ever see your tits," he teased.

Sam had been staring down his lap from her seat. Looking back up, she spoke smoothly, "And here I thought only douche bags called boobs 'tits'. But I'm positive I've been the first and only girl to see Freddie jr." A bright blush crept from his ears and spread across his cheeks. "I'd like to keep it that way," she said, her breath hot against his ear. She watched his chocolate brown eyes close as he smacked her ass. Sam squeaked in surprise while he chuckled. She fisted his brown locks at the back of his skull and lifted his face to meet her deep blue eyes, his hands gripping tightly around her ass. He pressed his hands tighter and lifted her closer to his face. She pressed her lips hotly against his and felt the familiar butterflies soar like the wind in her stomach. A groan escaped her lips as he pressed harder against her.

Sam felt the slick of excitement starting to drip down her thighs. Freddie was aware of the situation; Sam could feel how aroused he was. She slipped her hands south from his chest and slowly down each muscle, memorizing them. When she reached her destination, she began to untie the knot of his swim trunks. She made sure to do it as slowly as she could. He moaned angrily and grabbed one of her free breasts with his hand. She involuntarily arched her back and moaned, "Shit."

"You're one to talk," he breathed. Sam giggled and grabbed the hardened member, freeing it from its painful constraints. She ran her hands across the tip and began to slowly pump. "You're not allowed to toy with me like this. Get on now or I'll make you," Freddie grunted between each pump.

Smirking at him, she lifted her ass up, slipped out of her bikini bottom and positioning the hardened member against her opening and fell down hard. She moaned loudly. He grabbed her waist tightly with his hands, helping her bounce securely on his aching cock. Her back was arched as she tried not to hit her head on the back of the driver's seat. Both of their moans increased with each thrust while he watched her bounce in his lap. He then grabbed a nipple between his teeth and nibbled it roughly. Her nails made crescent moons on his tan shoulders blades. He tightened his grip on her waist when he felt her getting closer to her climax. He flipped them so he could loomed over her as she lay across the back seat. She met him with each thrust while he lifted one of her legs, causing her to hook it around his shoulder. The different angle had Sam screaming from the back seat.

"Freddie, I'm…I'm going…to…cum…ah," She choked while riding her climax. He thrust into her a couple more times until he finally came as well. His breathing irregular as he panted against her skin. He smiled at her, kissing her lips. She pulled him closer as they both smiled into the kiss. He moved to let Sam lay on top of him while he ran his hands through her damp, sweaty hair. Her face was pressed against his chest, feeling each rise and fall of his now steady breaths. She heard him mumble something incoherent before passing out.

OXOXOXOXOX

"Sam…Sam…Sam…What the fuck is that?" Freddie groaned. Sam felt the rumble of his voice in her ear as she heard the distant familiar phone ring. Her hand stumbled around the floor of the Jeep until she felt the vibration of the source. Groggily, she read the caller ID: Carly Shay.

"Shit," she muttered. Quickly sitting up, the realization hit her: she was naked; her head pounding and a half naked Freddie was laying down on the backseat beside her, with his member hanging out of his swim trunks in full glory. This was the site she awoke to. Freddie seemed as stunned as Sam the longer he blinked to regain his eye sight.

Sliding into the front seat, she answered her phone, trying to sound as awake as possible, "Hello?"

"SAM! WHERE ARE YOU? MELANIE AND I HAVE SEARCHED THE ENTIRE BEACH FOR YOU! GIBBY'S OUT LOOKING FOR FREDDIE AND ALL I'VE FOUND ARE YOUR SHORTS!" Carly's voice screamed from the other end of the line.

"Well, good morning to you too, Carls. Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm sure Freddie is too. I'll find him and meet you at the life guard's post in ten minutes," Sam spoke as calmly as she could.

"Are you sure? I can come find you!"

"NO! I mean, I probably look too horrible for any human to see me right now. I'll just meet you over there."

"Okay, Bye," Carly said slowly. Sam could hear Carly's voice waver in doubt from Sam's unconvincing argument. Sam clicked to end the phone call and tried to not look at Freddie. The events of last night flooded back into her mind; the main one was the feeling of having sex in the back seat. Sam stretched her arm to the driver's seat, where her bikini top had flown to, pulled up her crumpled bottoms and threw her striped t-shirt over it. After making sure she was decent enough with the help of the mirrors, she glanced back at Freddie. He had composed himself and tried to gain control of his tousled hair. Sam shook her head with a smile and leaned over between the front and passenger's seats to try and help him out.

"Thanks," he muttered, their eyes never meeting.

"No problem," she answered dryly. Sam racked her brain to remember if they had used any type of contraception the night before but realized her thoughts were too foggy to recall any specific details. They exited the car and walked side by side.

"Sam, we should talk about what happened last night before we meet with Carly," he spoke directly at her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, too afraid to hold her hand.

"You know what I think we should discuss, Benson? The story we're going to pitch to the rest, because according to the evidence, we didn't do anything last night that was regrettable," she told him.

A smirk crept on his lips by the time he found words to answer, "I'm pretty sure you passed out in the back of your car looking for something in a drunken haze."

"And you tripped in a sand dune, climbing out of it only to pass out from the amount of beers you had earlier. I found you a couple of yards away from my Jeep," she grinned. He threw an arm around her but Sam directed her gaze at the sand, not wanting to meet his eyes. He lifted her chin with his index finger and thumb and smiled. She pressed her lips lightly against his and leaned away. "Come on, Freddie; let's go meet Carly before she freaks out even more." They separated and walked the rest of the way in silence.

"Why are you getting involved with him now? You know he's leaving for Texas in two days. You're setting yourself up for failure," Sam fought with her conscious. It was true, though. Freddie was leaving and there wasn't anything Sam or anyone could say or do to stop him. He had his future all planned out for him as soon as he left Seattle. "Yeah, but you're not that helpless Puckett anymore, either. Be proud that you've been accepted into a culinary school in California where both you and Melanie have a full scholarship. And with the money you saved up from that summer job and what Melanie had put side, we can afford an apartment together," Sam reinstated in her mind. Carly had decided to stay in Seattle to pursue the law school Spencer had so willingly given up. They all had their own paths they've been dreaming of pursuing but Sam didn't want to let go just yet.

Coming out of her head, Sam could see Carly waving at them from a few yards away. Melanie looked relieved as she ran towards them. Gibby had just arrived, frantically trying to explain how he hadn't found Freddie only to have Carly turn him around. He smiled, seeing the couple from afar. Melanie stopped when she stood in front of her twin and threw her arms around Sam's shoulders, squeezing her tightly. Sam laughed and hugged her back. Carly and Gibby caught up with the three with a smile across their faces.

"Glad to see you both in one piece," Carly joked.

Sam laughed, "Yeah, well, dragging Benson along wasn't easy." The group laughed but there was a gnawing feeling that Sam felt at the pit of her stomach, telling her that she was forgetting a very important detail.

I honestly don't write a lot of smut so I'm trying to make it flow as best I can . I would appreciate feedback about that. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I should have the next one up around this time next week!