A/N: Hey guys. I'm still crying over Harry Potter, but as I promissed to my PIC BUDDY, I'm updating today. I'm very sad, so I'll be quick.

Enjoy the chapter.

:'(

Sam's POV

His hands were grabbing my ass and his tongue licked my center slowly. That was torture. I grabbed a fistful of his Galaxy Wars bedspread and moaned loud. He chuckled against my skin and I felt his breath warming me. He was having tons of fun torturing me, but I didn't care, I was already too high to give a damn!

"Oh Benson… God… damn!" I screamed when I felt his fingers inside me.

"Having fun Samantha?" he teased curling his fingers.

"Jesus, boy…!" I couldn't form phrases when he touched me like that.

He removed his two fingers to insert three fingers inside of me and it felt like heaven. I gripped on his shoulder panting helplessly, everything he did felt so good, and I needed more, so much more.

"More…" I begged.

"More…?" he asked me "how much more?" he whispered against my ear.

"Everything" I assured him.

"Everything is too much. Are you sure you can take it?" holy mother of… hearing him say that, made my backs arch even further.

"Yes please" I wanted it so much right now… I couldn't wait any longer.

"Since you're asking so politely" he removed his fingers from me and positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the tip of his manhood playing with my clit before putting it in slowly.

Good God it felt good. Too good… so good. He slowly put it all the way in and held still looking at my eyes.

"It's this good enough for you?" his voice was deep and low, it sent shivers down my spine.

"No" it was an overwhelming sensation having him inside of me but I needed more than this, I needed everything.

"Okay then…" he pulled out and then thrust back in.

"Yes… like that, just harder" I held him close to me feeling his firm torso pressed against my belly.

"Harder it is" he pulled out and thrust back in harder this time, slamming his hips against mine violently.

"Yes! Oh… damn it… just like that"

We kept a frantic pace, slamming against each other's hips, letting out animalistic groans. His thrusts were faster and deeper; the sound of his bed rocking was music to my ears. I was so close, I was losing my mind, screaming my head off, clawing his back, leaving bloody marks. He kept going, harder, faster, deeper until I couldn't take anymore. My walls tightened up around him, and my body started to spasm violently while I reached my orgasm. It didn't stop him from keep going, letting out wild sounds that messed with my brain. He kept thrusting urgently and we came together. I never felt something so perfect before. It was mind blowing, eye popping, and body shocking.

"Good lord Freddie!" I screamed, sweat running down my face and neck.

I gasped for air gripping at the sheets. Holy crap… good lord… goddamn!

"What? What the hell?" my mother entered the room with a baseball bat.

"Mom?" took me a while to realize I wasn't in Freddie's room, lying over his Galaxy Wars sheets, beneath him, moaning my brains out.

"Yeah… are you okay kid?" she put the baseball bat down and sat on the edge of my bed.

After that therapy Carly took us she really did some improvement as a mother. She's not the parent of the year, but she's much better.

"Yeah… I guess" I wasn't going to tell my mom I just had a sex dream about Freddie Benson.

"Hey I have a gun!" Marvin entered my room wearing a Red Sox's shirt and boxers.

"Oh Marvin… EW dude! Put some pants on!" I covered my eyes.

Marvin was mom's new boyfriend. She had hundreds of boyfriends, but I actually liked this one. Marvin was a man in his late forties, tall, gray hair and rounded cheekbones. He owned a themed bar three blocks from the Groovy Smoothies. He moved from Miami, but wanted to bring a piece of home with him, so he bought a place and opened one of those bars you only see in CSI Miami with the orange day light and everything. He didn't really have a gun, at least not here.

"Oh sorry Sam… are you okay? What happened?" he was nice and considerate to me and always treated me with respect and affection.

"Nothing baby, she only had a bad dream, right kiddo?" my mother stroked the hair out of my sweaty forehead.

"Yeah… just a dream" I told him.

"Okay. I'll go back to bed. Shout if you need anything" he waved goodbye and laughed.

"So?" my mom closed the door of my bedroom and sat next to me on the bed "wanna talk about it?" I knew she didn't really want to talk about it, my mom wasn't good in giving advices and shit.

"Not actually" how to tell your mom you just had the most amazing sex dream in your life?

"Hey kid… there is no need to be ashamed, sexual dreams are very common in your age" she patted my head "I had them all the time when I was your age… actually I still have them"

"What…? What?" how… the hell…. She found out…? I guess years of experience do this to a person.

"You don't wake up from a nightmare screaming good lord Freddie kid" she laughed.

"Well… I don't wanna talk about it" I flinched in my bed.

"So… Freddie is that brunette nerd who holds the camera on your web show right?" she gave me a smug smirk.

"Yeah…"

"He is pretty handsome. Hot stuff" she smirked. EW… my mother had the hots for Freddie! "So you like him?"

"Yeah… we're sort of dating" my cheeks turned crimson.

"Huh… and he's good in the sack? He looks like he is" what the hell mom?

"What…? Mom… no… we haven't… done anything!" that wasn't quite truth…

"Oh… too bad, he is pretty hot…" she smirked "do you need condoms or pills? Cause dating a hottie like that… you won't keep your legs closed for too long, trust me. You'll do him sooner than you think… and if you don't, I might as well do it for ya!" she winked at me. EW!

"Mom…" I took a deep breath; I knew she was only trying to help, in a very twisted disturbed kind of way.

"I'm just saying… you're a teenage girl… and he is a hot teenage boy, these things are bound to happen. I have pills, if you want I can give you some"

"Mom… honestly?" I crossed my arms.

"Yeah… you're right… probably I should take you to the gynecologist to get your own pills, I can afford to waste mine…"

"Mom…" I took a deep breath, what kind of conversation is this? "Okay… listen, when I decide to have sex with Freddie, or anyone else for that matter… I'll go to the doctor and get myself some pills okay?"

"Okay… now back to sleep" she kissed my head, grabbed the baseball bat and stopped at the door "good dreams" she winked at me and left.

I smiled and lay back in my bed. It was nice having a mom to talk about… stuff. I drifted back to sleep, praying not to have any more dirty dreams, that was way too embarrassing, but my subconscious was too stuck on what happened, a few hours ago in his car, to think about anything else.

Freddie's POV

The orgasm I had on the backseat of my car left marks… well left stains. I put my clothes on the wash machine without waking up my mom. Letting her see the evidence of my latest make out session on my black boxers was out of question. When I entered my room I realized I still smelled like Sam, and that was enough to wake "him" up. I had to solve my problem in the shower with some hand work. I kept imagining her there with me, all wet and naked… holy… shit. I cleaned up and lay in bed to sleep. My mind kept wandering back to our make out session inside my car, and I felt myself getting hard again. Ignoring my dick I tried to get some sleep. My dreams were all about her, all involving the backseat of my car and tons of wild positions. I gotta learn how to control my hormones.

I woke up a little later than usual; it was past eight when I went to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. My mom was frying bacon and Gun Smoke was sitting at the table eating pancakes and eggs. I try not to think about my mother's sex life, but every time I wake up and see Gun Smoke here, early in the morning, it disgusts me a little bit. I really like him, I do; it's just the thought of my mom and a man that's too unbearable.

"Morning dear" my mom said over her shoulder.

"Morning mom" I smelled the bacon.

My mom hates bacon, but Gun Smoke convinced her that I needed all the meat I could eat because of all the work out we were doing.

"Morning Gun Smoke" I smiled.

"Morning Freddie" he ate another piece of waffle before looking at me "so? When you're going to resume training?"

"Oh… I don't know"

"The competition is next week, we have to get you ready" he snorted.

"Okay" I had a fencing competition coming up.

I was just finishing my breakfast when I got a text from Sam.

From: Sam

To: Dorkwad

Hey nerd…

Come to Carly's ASAP! : )

"Sam… Sam…" I sighed.

"You really like this girl don't you?" Gun Smoke asked me.

"Yeah, yeah" I confessed "I do" I heard my mom sobbing softly.

After breakfast I knocked on Carly's door. I was dying to see Sam, I can't stop thinking about her, since yesterday... heck, I can't stop thinking about her since the lock-in! I was looking forward to put my hands on her again.

"Come in!" I heard Spencer yelling.

"Hey there" I noticed he was working on a sculpture "what's that?"

"A house… made of toilet paper!" he responded eagerly.

"Oh…"

"And… the final touch" he threw thin pieces of toilet paper on top of the house "tada!"

"Okay…"

"I just TP a toilet paper house" he smiled gleefully.

"Oh sure" I laughed.

"Hey dork!" Sam whispered into my ear from behind.

Holy mother of Jesus! I just shuddered. I turned around to face her. She was wearing a white beach dress and I could see the blue straps of her bikini. I thought I was seeing things, maybe I was still asleep and this was all a dream, a few minutes from now I would wake up facing an erection that I had to get rid of. But wait… if this was a dream… would Spencer be in it? Nope! Not at all! It was real.

"Speechless much?" she smugly asked me.

"Yeah…" I was speechless staring at her breasts.

"Okay… I'm going to get more paper and make another house for Socko!" Spencer ran out the door eagerly.

"Hey there…" I took her hand.

"Hey dork…" she kissed me quickly and pulled away "grab your swim trunks Fredbag!" she kissed my cheek.

"What for?" some dirty sex fantasy Puckett?

"Cause we're going to the beach! Now go… go go go!" Carly squealed behind me.

"The beach… that's a bit random" I told her.

"No it is not! Wendy's granddad has a house at the beach and we're going there, now got get ready and tell your mom we're spending the night!" Carly pushed me out of the apartment.

Beach with Sam… in a small bikini? IN NOTHING BUT A BIKINI? Okay… I'm in!