A/N: Hey guys, thanks for all your reviews, I'll be quick today. I'm so excited because the new iLMM promo! Sam says she likes Freddie! But I didn't update before because mourning, one of my favorite singers died, R.I.P. Amy Winehouse. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, and BTW check out iLeft For Love, it's my PIC BUDDY'S fic and it's awesome!
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Sam's POV
We arrived at Wendy's granddad's house. It was huge! The boys carried the luggage inside the house. Man… that place looked like a hotel! I could see the beach from the porch. The decoration reminded me of one of those old houses from vampire movies, like Dracula and such. I could hear the sound of waves crashing, the birds singing… or whatever they do, and if it's possible, of the wind. This is not like anywhere I've ever been before.
"So, there is room enough for everyone, so no one need to share" she looked at Gibby and Tasha, I looked at Freddie, who looked at me.
Not that I was planning on have sex with him this weekend, or any time soon, but a hot make out session during the night seemed like a good idea to me. The truth was, since that 'thing' on the kitchen, I couldn't wait to put my hands on him. Hell, since yesterday at the parking lot, I can't wait to put my hands on him. Being together… alone, was all I wanted. He wanted it too, I knew it. His eyes were full of lust and desire for me. I bet that when Wendy told nobody could share a room, he had the same dirty thought I did. And I don't blame him; things are getting pretty hot between us. BUT is not going anywhere yet! At least not now. He is not my boyfriend, and even if he was, we're not together long enough o go there. However, I don't trust myself one bit. I may change my mind and fuck his brains out when I have the chance, but this is not how I want our first time to be. Not that I've imagined something romantic, involving flowers and candles, but I don't want our first time to be a lust fuck either.
"Okay, the rooms are upstairs. The master suite is mine of course, and the rest of you can choose the rooms" Wendy announced before heading upstairs.
Everybody ran to find the best room. It was a war, but I ended up getting the room with the big balcony and the better view. Freddie had to knock Brad down to get the room in front of mine. He wanted to be close… oh lord; he was a door away from me… so tempting. Carly got the room next to mine and Brad was right next to Freddie. Gibby and Tasha found their rooms, but I actually don't give a damn where they're sleeping. The only person I care about is sleeping right in front of me. Sorry Carls can't make out with ya. I tossed my bag on the floor and ran towards the bed. I jumped to test its resistance… not that I usually do this… because that's childish.
"Hey Puckett, having fun?" I saw Freddie leaning against my door, smirking.
"Oh…" he saw me, jumping on a bed… I might as well turn this situation to my favor "I was testing… the resistance" I gave him my sexiest smile.
"Oh…" he choked a little bit, before smirking again "I have a better idea of how you might test it" backfire... he was in control now.
"And how?" I raised my eyebrow, trying to act cool.
He closed the door behind him and approached me.
"Like this" he grabbed my ankles spreading my legs and jumping on top of me. Oh Lord!
I thought of all the sexual kinky stuff he would do to me, and my body tingled longing for his touch, but instead he did something I wasn't expecting; he tickled me. He stuck his head into my curls and tickled me with the tips of his fingers. I shifted violently under him, trying to release myself from his touch. An unconscious laugh escaped my lips while he kept squeezing my hips on a playful way.
"Stop… Freddie… no… ah…. Please… ah…" I stuttered between my giggles.
"Oh… Samantha Puckett asking please to me?" he faked a shocked expression and proceeded to tickle me wherever he could touch "that's new ladies and gentlemen!"
"No… ah!" I laughed loud trying to release my body, and failing once again "can't breathe… Freddie… can't breathe!" he laughed and finally let go of me.
"Sorry" he kissed the tip of my nose.
"I would… should kill you… but I'm too tired" I was trying to regain my breath when he rolled off me.
"Sorry" he didn't sound sorry at all "Princess Puckett"
He laughed and kissed my neck gently. That little action made my body wake up from its fatigue and react to his touch.
"Come here dork" I grabbed his arm pulling him on top of me.
"As you wish Princess" he bit my chin slowly, making his way to me neck, licking me in the process.
I arched my back and opened my legs. That boy was going to make me lose my mind… wait he already did. Freddie lay between my legs and shuddered. The contact of his hips with mine always felt so heavenly good. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my hips a little bit to meet his. He immediately thrust against me
"OH!" he screamed.
"Oh God..." I lifted my hips again meeting his thrust.
We moved together, synchronizing our thrusts, causing us to moan at the same time. Freddie started to squeeze my boobs and I sneak my hand inside his shirt clawing his back.
"Yeah..." I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him with full force.
"Guys? Are you in there?" Wendy's voice ruined my moment! DAMN IT!
Freddie panicked. He got off of me and went straight to the floor. I heard the sound of his body hitting the ground and rolled my eyes. He regained his composure quickly and sat down fixing his hair.
"I'm okay" he announced.
"Just stay there" I told him and went to open the door "hey Guys!"
"Hey… Freddie?" Wendy looked at the dork who was sitting on the floor close to the bed "are you okay?"
"Yep" he was quick.
"What you guys were doing?" she asked suspiciously.
"Fighting. I bet!" Carly said right behind her "it's all they do!" she smiled nervously.
"Yeah…" I followed her lead "I was giving the nub a headlock!" I crossed my arms looking all cocky.
"Okay…" she looked at him then back at me "we're going to the beach, are you guys coming?"
"Yep… let's go!" I walked away not waiting for Freddie.
The beach wasn't crowded, I thanked God for it. I hate crowds, too many people rubbing against each other almost naked is not my idea of fun. The only person I want to rub myself against is Frednerd Benson. And there is also the pervs, when the beach is too crowded; people fail to notice the creepy pervert guys drooling shamelessly over girls and women in general. I was, once again, thankful for the lack of people in the shore. A few couples were sitting a few miles away from Wendy's house and a few kids played around their parents a good distance from us as well. We ran to beach together. Me, Carly, Tasha and Wendy rushed out the door, while the boys carried the things outside. A few seconds later, we're all set in sand and the boys decided it was too hot and took their shirts off.
I analyzed each one. Gibby, was… well Gibby, there is really not much I can say. Brad on the other hand was a bit skinny, and pale, but cute. He threw his green shirt on the floor next to Carly, who smiled at him and grabbed his shirt, safely putting close to her bag. He smiled back at her, and continued to do so, when she turned her head to the side to talk to Wendy. Suspicious. New couple alert? Maybe… the thought wasn't so bad; Carly deserved a good boyfriend too after what happened with Stephen. Besides… BARLY would make a cute couple. BARLY… well, we have SEDDIE, so BARLY doesn't sound so bad after all.
My thoughts about Carly's love life suddenly vanished when, the hottest techy nub in the face of earth, also known as Fredward Karl Benson, took his white shirt off, tossing it on the floor next to me. His body was the most attractive of all three. He was tanned and muscled. His abs was flawless. He flexed his biceps when he took his shirt off and I drooled, BUT I was allowed to drool… as for Carly, Wendy and Tasha… well, not so much. I glared at Carly who smiled nervously and looked away. I did the same with Tasha, who got scared and hide behind Gibby. Wendy was the one who didn't get my hint. Her eyes were locked on Freddie's perfect body and she failed to acknowledge my anger.
"So dork… carry me to the water" I stood up getting rid of my beach dress tossing it on the ground.
Freddie's eyes darted over my curves and I felt satisfied to know I was the only one he had eyes for. The lust playing in the corner of his brown eyes made me proud of myself. I wasn't so bad after all. Puberty was kind to me, and although I haven't grown (in height) that much, the rest changed a lot. I once was a scrawny little tomboy, and now I'm much better. My breasts grew enough to fill a bra, they were bigger than Carly's and that was something to be proud of. Also, unlike her, I had curves, too many curves. And I knew the nerd standing across from me liked it too. My stomach was flat, even though I eat for three; somehow I managed to stay skinny. My rear wasn't something I could complain about either; it was bigger than the average, but not too big. Long story short, I was okay.
But Freddie's eyes made me feel like I was more than just okay, to his eyes, I was hot. He licked his lips, and I knew was time to go. I always felt flattered when he looked at me like that. We weren't lust all the time, it wasn't just the physical attraction that we shared, it was much more. Sometimes, he looked at me in a way that made the butterflies inside my stomach dance and my heart skip a beat. His chocolate brown eyes had an effect on me that I couldn't explain.
"Yo turn around nerd" Freddie smiled and turned around.
I hopped on his back and felt his, soft yet firm, skin against me. It sent shivers down my spine. I heard him moaning low and adjusting my weight, to make me comfortable. Freddie grabbed my thighs and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He carried me to the water, and when we were far from everybody I bit his earlobe. He cursed me in a whisper and I chuckled. We entered the water together, he didn't let go of me, nor did I want him to.
"This sucks" he complained.
"What sucks?" I licked his ear.
"Mmm… this… being so close and not being able to touch you. I hate Wendy!" he complained again.
"Me too nerd, me too" I continued my work biting and licking his ear.
We had our backs turned to the sand so no one could see what we were doing. I could feel Freddie moving uncomfortably close to me, he was longing for contact just like me; we needed more but with Wendy around it was impossible. If she saw us, she would tell the whole school, and by Monday even the population of Canada would know about us. We were trying to take things slow, having random people opining on our relationship wasn't on our plans. And neither the seddie/creddie fans. Those were the ones we were hiding from. Especially the creddiers. I felt the grip he had on my thighs tightening while I licked behind his ear.
"Let's go inside" he growled.
"But we're having so much fun here" I teased him.
"Puckett… don't tease me…" he glared me over his shoulder.
"What if I do?" I bit his earlobe harder this time.
"Sam…" he moaned.
I loved when he moaned my name, it made me feel powerful. I'm already powerful, I'm Sam Puckett, but something about the lustful way my name escaped his lips in a moment of pleasure made me feel dominant and sexy. It was like I owned him; his was mine to do whatever I wanted to. And I wanted a lot of things. He was on the palm of my hands. The poor dork was doomed.
Wendy's POV
Freddie Benson… who knew? He was definitely hot! Really… really hot! But I'm not into him or anything; actually I'm a hardcore Seddie shipper. Yep. Seddie for the win! Talking about Seddie… Sam and Freddie are acting weird around each other. And they were awfully quiet inside the water. God I hope they're dating or something! Maybe they are going out secretly, or maybe I'm the only one here who doesn't know that. By the looks Carly and Brad were giving them, I could tell there was something going on between them. I know Carly, and every time she's fangirling in secret she bites her lip, like she is using all her strength to hold back , and has this half smirk on her face. I knew she was a Seddie shipper too. I feel so left off, I mean, as the biggest Seddie shipper, I just think it's unfair to be the last to know… but wait they didn't even tell me! I'm sad. I have to do something to get them to confess…
I stood up and walked towards those traitors! Carly stood up too and nervously followed me.
"Hey Wendy… where are you going?" she asked me.
"To the water. It is really hot, I'm joining Sam and Freddie" I told her, smirking.
"Oh… okay…" she started to follow me and I stopped "I'm joining you" Carly smiled.
I turned my back to her and she was calling Brad t join us. I couldn't understand why they didn't tell me, it's not like I was going to tell everyone. They don't give me enough credit.
Carly's POV
Damn it! Why they have to turn their backs at me? I'm trying to be a good friend and warn them. Wendy is going to caught them doing whatever the hell they're doing. Ew… I'm pretty sure it's something nasty that they don't want us to see. I totally agree with them, they really should keep this on secret for a little bit, at least until they figure everything out. I motioned to Brad to come with us and let Wendy go, while we stayed behind.
"Do something or else she will catch them" I whispered to him.
Brad shrugged and gave me one of those 'what should I do?' looks.
"Just… I don't know, scream or something" I pushed him towards the water.
"Fine" he ran, passed Wendy and jumped into the water, Freddie threw Sam in the water and jumped scared. She got up, smacked his forehead and stormed out. He groaned and rubbed his forehead. I saw Wendy stopping, putting her hands on her hips, then turning to look at me. I just shrugged, giving her my most innocent look. Wow… that was close.
Freddie's POV
"What the hell man?" I glared at Brad.
"Sorry, but Wendy was coming and Carly told me to warn you" He pushed his soaked hair back.
"Oh… thanks" I looked around trying to find Sam. She was already out of the water walking towards the girls.
"What you're guys were doing?" Brad asked me smirking like he knew my deepest and darkest secrets.
"Oh… nothing" my cheeks flushed.
"Okay… nothing" he chuckled.
"Oh shut it!" I laughed and walked away from him.
I walked towards the girls standing under a big yellow umbrella. Carly was helping Tasha with her bikini straps, Wendy was drinking a can of wahoo punch and Sam was glaring at me. It wasn't my fault I dropped her on the water, Brad scared me! I thought of ways to make her forgive me. Usually a simple "I'm sorry" would smooth any girl, but this is Sam we're talking about, nothing is simple about her. I love her complication, her mood swings, and her viciousness; it gives chills down my spine. I smirked at her and her glare turned into a lustful look. She was checking me out… good. I allowed my eyes to roam to her body, the perfect curves, the perfect breasts, the perfect legs… man she had nice legs… who am I kidding? Nice is not even close, they're amazing. Even her tiny feet were perfect. I had to fight the urge to grab her ankles, there and then, spread her legs as far as they could go, and do something dirty. Suddenly a big potato blocked my view.
"Hey Freddie. Let's play football!" Gibby eagerly threw the ball at me.
"Sure… why not?"
We were three, that wasn't enough to complete a team; we needed at least one more person. I looked around trying to find someone else we could play with. A few miles away from us were some couples, but they were too far. Kids were out of question, I didn't want any parents on my back if Gibby crush one of their kids.
"Sam" Brad pointed at the blond headed demon who seemed bored with the girl's conversation "she sure can beat the crap out of us… I think she can play football" he suggested.
"I don't know man…" I had my doubts.
Of course Sam was different from the other girls, and she could win with her eyes closed, but I don't know. Now that we're 'together' I have this protective instinct towards her, not that she needs me to protect her, but still, I have the urge to do it. I don't want her to get hurt or anything. Not that she couldn't take Brad and Gibby, and maybe even me. In the end, I thought it wouldn't be that bad after all.
"Okay" I walked towards her "Hey Sam"
"Sup nerd?" she was drinking wahoo punch.
"We need one more person to team up. Wanna play football?" she looked at me for one second, her eyes roamed around my figure.
"What kind of football?"
"English football, you know… with the round ball" I showed her the ball.
"Sure. Let's do it" she grabbed the ball out of hands and walked away from me.
I followed her, my eyes never left her ass. Puberty was really good to her. Of all girls, she was the one who was gifted with a perfect body. She wasn't tall, but she sure was hot. Unlike Carly, Wendy and even Tasha, Sam had impressive curves. I
had to snap out of my daydream when Brad waved in front of my face.
"Dude… wake up!" he snapped his fingers.
"Sorry" I saw Sam chuckling a few feet away from Gibby.
"So… let's team up. I'll pick-" Sam threw the ball at me.
"Nope! Me first. I pick Gibby. Potato, you'll be the goalkeeper" she motioned for him to take his position.
Brad looked at me and I could tell he was a little bit scared. He wasn't used to Sam's viciousness like me.
"Fine… Brad… you'll can be the goalkeeper" he sighed in relief and took his position "this is between you and me Puckett"
"You're going down nerd" she smirked.
"We'll see about that" I put the ball in the center "Carly… say when"
"Fine… 5, 4, 3, 2… go!" Carly yelled.
The moment I heard "go" Sam was already taking the ball out of my sight and running towards Brad. I saw my teammate shudder. Poor Brad. I had to run to catch up with her. With one single kick I took the ball away from her and ran towards Gibby. Sam can beat me in many things, but this is football my friend, there is no way I'm losing this time. Gibby opened his arms and legs trying to protect what should be goalpost. I saw Sam running after me and speeded up my pace. I spotted a corner between Gibby's left leg the sandal he used to mark the goalpost. She grabbed my shoulders and tried to steal the ball away from me, but before she could, I kicked. Gibby threw himself at the ground, to the right, I kicked to the left and watched my first goal.
"Ha ha! In your face Puckett!" I celebrated.
"Ha ha Benson… don't get too happy just yet" she shrugged "Gibby! Pay attention you potato!"
I walked over Brad and gave him a high five. We continued playing, the girls cheering under the umbrella, Sam yelling at Gibby and every five minutes and me and Brad chuckling. I was winning by three points when she made her first goal. She scared Brad and he closed his eyes, so the ball passed by him. Fifteen minutes later, the game was tight, 5x4. I was winning, but Sam was close. Losing to her in football would be the ultimate humiliation for me, so I decided to forget my gentleman side. I'm in it to win it. Of course I had no intention to hurt her, but I started to play pretending my opponent was a guy, not the girl I have feelings for. I stole the ball from her when she was ready to kick; she got very annoyed and started to follow me. I started to play with ball, kicking it in between her legs and getting the ball back, Sam started to get angry and I laughed. I was teasing her to a point that her face turned red. I made my sixth goal and she growled behind me. Two goals later, Sam was very upset, she ran towards me, and when I was ready to kick, she kicked at the same time. We kicked each other. I felt no pain, but Sam fell to the ground.
"Sam? Are you okay? I'm sorry!" I panicked.
"It's okay" she rubbed her foot.
Everybody ran towards us and I kneeled taking her foot in my hands. I massaged it with my thumb and she frowned in pain.
"Are you okay?" Carly stroked her hair.
"Yeah… I need some ice" she tried to stand up but failed.
"Here, let me carry you" I took her in my arms, bridal style, and walked inside the house.
Wendy started to follow us, but Carly stopped her. Soon we were alone in the kitchen. I grabbed a bag of ice and put over her foot. I felt like an idiot, I guess she noticed, because she poked my arm, making me look at her.
"Take me upstairs dweeb. I wanna wash my feet" she opened her arms waiting for me to carry her.
"Sure" I gave her the bag of ice and took her in my arms.
I helped her get into the shower and wash her feet and shins. I would get turned on if I wasn't feeling like a jerk. She was hurt and it was my fault. I made her sit on the toilet and grabbed a towel to dry her wet legs. I swallowed hard when she moaned. The last thing I should be thinking about now was her small blue bikini, but I couldn't help it, she was so hot. Sam held on to my shoulder and leaned to kiss me. We kissed for a while before I pulled away. I was feeling bad about this whole situation, until she opened her mouth.
"Take me to bed nerd" and then… I wasn't anymore.
"Sam…" I wanted to say don't say that please but she glared me so I did what she asked.
I carried her and carefully placed her on her bed. I was pulling away when she grabbed my arm and kissed me again.
"Massage me internet boy" she pointed at her foot.
"Yes Princess" I grabbed her foot carefully and started to rub.
Sam threw her head back, giving me goosebumps. I started to carefully rub her soft foot. Her feet were so small and delicate; the skin was smooth and warm. If my mom saw this she would say this is not sanitary Freddie or faint. I used my other hand to caress her shin and she groaned. This girl is going to kill me. She is so sexy… she is lying on a huge bed, wearing a tiny bikini, that allows me to see parts of her I never saw before.
"Up…" she panted.
I caressed her shin and underneath her knee. The response I got was the sexiest thing I've ever saw, she arched her backs away from the bed and gripped the sheets. Who knew that one day I would be the one making Sam Puckett horny? I sure didn't!
"Up…" she moaned.
My hand slid thru her thigh and my other hand massaged her foot. I planted a small kiss on her foot, then licked her shin, and underneath her knee. She moaned louder this time, writhing and tightening her grip on the sheets. The moans that escaped her mouth, when I nibbled her thigh, echoed around the room and inside my head. I nibbled my way up to her blue bikini hearing her cries get louder. Caveman Freddie took over me and I kissed over the fabric, of that tempting thing, she called a bikini. I growled loud, when she bucked against my mouth. How long could I take this sweet torture? I licked over the waistband of her bikini and she grabbed a fistful of my hair. The lord knows, I had no idea what I was doing, they don't teach you that in health class. But I was doing it anyway. I couldn't help but feel like a blind walking thru fire, so I licked her stomach, giving an especial treatment to her belly button. I nibbled around that perfect placed belly button and licked the center. Sam writhed underneath me panting out loud. This girl will be the death of me.
My dick was made of iron now, I couldn't take anymore of this, I need something or else I would have a convulsion. Not mentioning the swim trunks cutting my circulation. I opened the button of my swim trunks and felt relieved. Continuing my way up, I tasted her salty skin, bit her ribs and finally reached my favorite spot… her breasts. I squeezed them before licking the spots where the bikini weren't covering.
"Freddie… ah…" she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I love making out with Sam, but I was getting tired of all that dry humping we always did. Just for today, I needed more, much more. I slipped my tongue inside her bikini feeling her hard nipple.
"What are you…? Ah!" she moaned when I licked her nipple again.
She was very sensitive there; I liked feeling powerful, like I was in command. I'm the boss! I'm the man! I'm the… holy fuck… she just grabbed my dick in her hand. Any rational thought I had left vanished from my head when Sam's small hand slipped inside my swim trunks and grabbed my manhood. This girl will be the death of me; this girl is going to be the death of me; this girl is going to be the death of me…
Sam's POV
Holy shit! He was so… thick. I allowed my hands to feel the rest of him while he moaned on top of me. I slid my hand down to reach his tip, but I never got there… it was a never ending cock. I gasped. How long can he be? I haven't had any experience with dicks before, because movies or pictures don't count, but that thing scared the hell out of me. I wasn't seeing it, but I was feeling it… and man… it was… big. And thick… how the hell Freddie Benson…? I don't even know what to think. So, the dork was well-endowed… I never picture that. He always had a nice tent when we made out, but this is entirely different.
What should I do now? I mean, I'm touching his thing… I better find a name to it… I'm not going to call it dick, or cock all the time… let me see… Freddie… nerd… technology… space… galaxy… ROCKET! I'm going to call it… ROCKET! So… now that I'm touching his Rocket, what should I do? I started to stroke it very gently, tentatively, cause God knows I have no idea what to do, and he moaned.
"Am I doing this right?" I dared to ask.
"Oh… yeah…" his voice was husky and low.
His rocket started to throb on my hand, which must be a good sing. I kept stroking it, but I wanted to try something, so I gripped it tightly and Freddie shuddered letting out an animalistic growl.
"Oh… shit!" he stuck his head into my curls "Sam… this is… so good… fuck!" he cursed louder.
"How good?" I'm on command now Benson!
"Too good… Jesus!" I felt completely satisfied knowing that I was the boss now.
He kissed my neck, my jaw, then my mouth. The dorkwad nibbled my bottom lip and licked my teeth, making me quick my pace on his manhood. He let out another animalistic growl and caressed my lips with his thumb. I bit the tip of his finger, and he put it into my mouth. His thumb was salty, because of the ocean water, but it tasted good. I licked his finger imagining it was his rocket. My tongue made circular moves around his finger, and I bit it before releasing it.
"Sam… my God…" he groaned against my mouth.
With one hand, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him, doing something I knew he liked; I sucked his tongue and bit the tip. He winced and got even harder. Is that even possible?
"I… think… I'm going… to… God..!" he screamed.
I used my thumb to make circular moves on the tip of his rocket, then gripped the thing in my hand again stroking it urgently. His rocket started to throb again and I felt he was close to the edge, but I didn't care, I wanted him to explode.
"You better stop… I'm gonna…" he gasped against my chin.
"Come?" my voice came out sexier than I planned.
"Oh!" that was the last straw for him.
He buried his head on the crook of my neck, and soon I felt his warm release falling on my lower stomach. I should be disgusted, but something about giving him pleasure, felt delicious. After a few seconds he rolled off me breathing heavy. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I got back into the room, his swim trunks were buttoned again, but he was lying on his back, still trying to catch his breath. The sight of his pleasure reminded me I wasn't satisfied yet. I lay beside him and he turned to look at me. His eyes were filled with happiness and he seemed light, carefree, and relaxed.
"Your turn" before I could say or think anything, he was already on top of me.
Good lord… my turn… what does that mean?