A/N: I'm sorry, I'll be quick. I worked two shifts today and I'm sooo tired. I couldn't edit, so if you find some mistakes, forgive me, I'm really tired. I'm not having time to update or write, but I'm trying my best. September 7 is a national holyday here in Brazil, so I'll have time to write and update. Love you all!
Sam's POV
That's it… we're here. Prom. I never thought I would go to prom, let alone with Freddie, the heck… I never thought I would make out with him, I never thought I would date him, or even hold his hand, and here we are. At fucking prom. Together. In love with each other. Oh, the irony. But good irony. I looked at our joined hands and grinned, I was in the last place I wanted to be, surrounded by people I didn't want to see, wearing a dress I didn't want to wear, and somehow the sight of our joined hands made me grin like a fool. I looked up to my boyfriend and saw him looking at me with worried eyes. Freddie was afraid I was going to throw a hot dog at my dress and leave, or just leave, but I wouldn't. I'm already here, now there is no turning back.
"It's fine Freddie, I'm not going to runaway okay" I reassured him.
"Oh…" he sighed "thank God… cause you look way too hot in this dress"
"I know…" I came closer, breathing in his ear "why do you think I've picked this one?" I whispered.
"Holy…" he held my hand tighter.
"You should see what I'm wearing underneath it" I teased him.
"Wha-what?" he stuttered.
I came closer to his ear again and bit his earlobe "Nothing" I kissed his cheek.
"Oh my…" he was speechless, but the look on his face was priceless.
"Okay you two!" Carly pushed us apart "stop the seducing thing, at least for now. Let's get inside first" she looked back, grabbed Brad's hand and left.
"Just kidding!" I told Carly.
I saw Brad grinning like a fool, before being dragged into the party with her. I smiled; Carly and Brad make a cute couple. Speaking of cute couple, Freddie grabbed my hand again, interlacing our finger.
"They make a cute couple" I said.
"Not more than us babe" he kissed my cheek and lead me into the party.
"You're right dork, not more than us"
We were inside now, the loud beat of Cobra Starship's You Make Me Feel started to play inside of me. There were a bunch of kids from our classes and some other people I didn't know, dancing, drinking punch and grinding against each other. I saw Tasha and Gibby dancing… well she was dancing, he was being Gibby, at least he was wearing a shirt. Tasha saw me and her eyes went wide, she nudged Gibby and pointed at us. He gave us two thumbs up and began to dance again. Tasha smiled at me and I smiled back, Freddie waved at them and dragged me further into the party.
"Do you wanna dance now?" he asked against my ear.
"Sure… let's do it boy" he chuckled and lead me to the dance floor.
Freddie wrapped his arms around me and we began to move. By the time we settle a pace the music changed. Thank God it was a DJ not a band. Neon Trees' Your Surrender started to play and he brought me even closer. Everybody else was jumping, but we settle a quick pace where we could dance together, closer to each other. He kissed my neck before spinning me around, so his front was pressed against my back.
"You look so beautiful Sam" he whispered into my ear "thank you so much for doing this for me"
"You can thank me later dork. And you look real hot too" I said over my shoulder.
"Thank you princess" he kissed my cheek "You look like a thousand suns, I wanna be the only one left when your day is done" he hummed into my ear.
He spun me around again, pressing his body against mine. There was no better feeling than having him this close to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Even in heels he had to bend down to kiss me, but I didn't miss the time when he was shorter than me, this was better anyway. When we pulled apart he hugged me and I rested my head on his shoulder. That was good thing, because a slow song began to play. It was a very old song; Billie Meyers' Kiss the Rain. So cliché, but something about being close to him made everything else seems so small, insignificant. I closed my eyes and let him lead me; I would let him take me wherever he wanted to.
Carly's POV
Brad had his arms wrapped around me as we danced, and somehow I felt safe. This feels right, like it never felt before. I had my hands resting on his shoulders, his eyes gazing me so intensely, I couldn't look away, not for a second. Lately we've been hanging out a lot, and after everything that happened I just feel like I need this kind of feeling, the kind of feelings I only have when I'm around him. He is so cute and sweet, and that's all I need. He makes me feel so safe and I can't overlook that.
"I'm really glad you asked me" I whispered to him, we were close, so he could hear me.
"I'm glad you said yes" he gulped "Carly… there is something I need to tell you"
Oh no, last time I heard that things didn't go so well…
"Say it" I tried to sound as calm as possibly.
"I've been liking you for a long time now… maybe from the day we've met, but I couldn't voice it, I just… I couldn't say it… but I think I need to tell you now" he stuttered a bit.
Oh my God he likes me! That's great, he is great and he is everything I need right now. Maybe this is a second chance for me, maybe he is the one guy who won't break my heart. I just wanted a little bit of what Sam and Freddie had, something true and sincere, someone who would like me and would be completely mine. It was all that I wanted.
"Oh Brad… you mean it?"
"Yes. I'm not expecting you to like me back or anything… I just… needed to say it…" he looked away.
I put my finger under his chin making him look at me. When our eyes met I knew what I wanted to do, I lowered my gaze to his thin lips and just went for it. The moment our lips met I could swear I heard fireworks, bells ringing, birds singing… it was so amazing. After a few seconds he began to kiss me back, his hands gently caressing my face and lower back, while I ran my fingers thru his dark blond hair. This is everything that I needed.
He pulled back and touched my forehead with his. I could swear he let out the most relieved sigh I've ever heard, and then he smiled, eyes still closed.
"Thank God!" he said with a chuckle.
"Yeah…" I giggled "but we should do it again… you know… just to make sure it works without God's help" I chuckled.
"I think that makes a lot of sense" he pressed his lips against mine again.
Just like that I forgot everything that happened to me only a few days ago, there was nothing else on my mind but that boy kissing me. I don't know where this is going, but I like to find out, and I may not like him the way he likes me yet, but I don't think it will take too long for that to happen.
Patrice's POV
They were slow dancing, but it seemed like they were hugging. I envied her, since that day in the hallway, when he told me to back off. I've been thinking about him so much, not the way I used to, but differently. Something changed that day, and I don't know what. The way he talked about how he loved her and that he wouldn't leave her, just did something to me. No one ever said anything like that to me before, no one ever looked at me the way he looks at her, and after everything she did to him, he's still able to love her. Tony Daniells was the quarterback, he asked me to prom and I said yes, but the whole time I kept wishing I was going with Freddie instead. I don't know what's wrong with me, this is not supposed to happen, I'm not supposed to feel this way, the only thing I should want from him is a bit of fun, nothing less, nothing more.
However, that is not the only thing I found myself wishing for. At the beginning this was all a game to me, where I would walk out with the prize. Now, I'm not so sure. Of course I was attracted to him, there was no doubt about it, he was very hot, and unlike most of the guys in school, he was hot and good. Truly good. Genuinely kind hearted and sweet. Those were qualities I never saw on a guy, and that makes me want him even more. The slow dance was over and Tony was sucking on my neck. There was nothing that disgusted me more. I pushed him away.
"Go get me a drink" I demanded "now!"
"Fine" she growled and walked away.
Pitbull's Rain Over Me started to play, and Freddie pulled away reluctantly to dance to the rhythm of the song. I envied her every minute they spent together, how his hands would roam thru her body, and how he grinded against her, whispering things in her ear that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. I envied when he kissed her, and how he kissed her. I found myself envying the sweet and yet dominant way that he gripped on her waist and brought her closer to him. I wanted to be the one there. I wanted so desperately I would do anything to get it, but if I did anything he would never be with me. But I still hoped she would do something to break them up, so then I would have my chance.
I think there is nothing I can do, but sit and wait, because I want him enough to just do that.
Freddie's POV
I kissed Sam for the tenth time since we got here. I was so happy she decided to go to prom with me, and more so because she was actually having a good time. She was genuinely having fun and nobody was bugging us. Of course people looked at us when we got here, but they eventually minded their own business, and just left us alone. She smiled and giggled when I kissed her cheeks repeatedly. Sam wrapped her arms around my neck and giggled even more when I lowered my mouth to her jaw line. God I love this girl so much it hurts.
"Freddie… I'm thirsty… let's drink something" she said panting when I started to nibble her earlobe.
"Okay, let's go Puckett" I grabbed her hand and lead her to a big table with punch bowl on top "punch?" I asked her.
When Sam didn't answer I turned around to look at her. She was frowning looking at something, when my eyes found what she was looking for I sighed, oh no, don't let it ruin our night. Patrice was walking right to where we were. I prayed for god to let her just pass by and don't bother us. Sam was doing so well until now; I didn't want anything to ruin our night.
"Sam… forget her… here drink something" I gave her a cup of punch.
"If she comes here to flirt with you I'm going to kill her Freddie! Look at what she's wearing!" she pointed and drank her punch.
Patrice was wearing a red dress, a bit transparent in her stomach, long but cut in the side showing all of her leg. It was a pretty skanky dress, but who am I to judge? Sam's fists clenched as Patrice got closer to us. (A/N: dress' pic in my profile!)
"Well don't look at her" I told her "she might come here just to tease you, ignore her" I grabbed her arm making her face me "just let it be"
"I can't! I hate her!" I wrapped one arm around her waist and slammed her body against mine.
"Forget about her, and think about me" I kissed her neck "it's an order" I whispered with a husky tone.
"Uh huh" he sighed as I kissed behind her ear "oh…" her free hand gripping the back of my neck.
I pulled away to look at her. Damn she was beautiful with that dress! I looked around, Patrice wans't there anymore, good. I kissed Sam's forehead and took the empty cup off her hand.
"Want more?" I asked her.
"Yeah…" the way she said it, told me she wasn't talking about punch "I want more Benson"
"Then let's get out of here!"
Brad's POV
Carly was giggling as we jumped to the beat of the music. She seemed happy, and I liked that. After she kissed me, we kissed a lot, but I wasn't sure what we were. I wanted to date her, but I didn't know if she wanted to date me. I should just ask, but she was dancing so loose I didn't want to disturb her. Even though I should be dancing with her, I couldn't stop staring at her. The way her hair jumped up and down when she danced, the way her eyes were squeezed shut, and the way she smiled. It was all perfect. And she was so damn hot in that pink dress!
"Quit it!" she hollered.
"What?"
"Quit staring at me and do something! Dance with me!" she wrapped her arms around my waist bringing me closer. It should be the other way around.
"Sorry… you look so pretty" I told her.
"Thank you Brad, you look really cute too" she kissed my cheek.
"Carly?" she stopped shaking her head and looked at me.
"What?"
"Can we go sit for a minute?" she looked at me for a while.
"Sure!" I grabbed her hand and walked away.
Nothing was certain until I asked her out. As far as I know, this could be just one time thing for her, and wasn't what I wanted. I dragged Carly out to the courtyard where Sam kissed Freddie for the second time. Carly is a sucker for romance, and I know that her favorite fairytale is the Seddie love story, so I guess this will be fine. She gave me a quizzical look, and I took a deep breath.
"Carly…"
"Brad…"
"I'm really glad that we came together, and that we kissed… but there is something we need to talk about"
"Like what?" she frowned.
"I think… no, I know… that I like to date you… I want us to go on a date and stuff, you know, do it right" I explained.
"Oh Brad… that's sweet. I think we should… but I don't wanna rush things between us, you're such a great friend. But sure, I wanna go on a date" she smiled and I sighed in relief.
"I don't wanna rush it either. So tomorrow night?"
"Yeah… tomorrow night is good" she came closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck "tomorrow is just fine"
"Good. Pick you up at seven" I leaned closer and kissed her "but I should warn you it won't be like the Seddie dates… I don't have Freddie's imagination"
"Just take me to dinner" she chuckled "that's fine by me"
I nodded and kissed her again. I never wanted to stop doing it.
Sam's POV
Freddie and I found a random dark corner in the room and started to make out. We've been making out for several minutes. His hands roaming all over my body, making me crazy. His lips teasing and biting me carefully not to hurt or leave a mark, and his hips grinding against mine. He gave an especial attention to my boobs, he claimed that they looked very lickable in this dress. I'm not disagreeing not even for a second, if he likes it, then so do I. I wanted to get him all riled up, it was kind fun watch his sexual frustration grow when I pulled away leaving him wanting more. But this time the plan was working on me too. I pulled away and dragged him back to the dance floor, he protested the whole time, but followed me. We found Gibby and Tasha sitting on a bench. I needed to go to the bathroom and Carly wasn't around, so I invited Tasha, who said she needed to fix her makeup.
I was walking into the bathroom with Tasha. Freddie almost didn't let me go, but I told him I really needed to pee. Tasha was going to fix her makeup and the boys were waiting outside. So far the prom is being nice, no problem with Patrice or anyone for that matter, and the DJ was good. Maybe Freddie was right, prom wasn't so bad. Of course I hated to wear heels the whole night, but I kind grew fond of the dress. The way Freddie looked at me, the way he looked at my boobs in it, made me proud of myself. Tasha and I were entering the bathroom when I bumped into Patrice, who was just on her way out.
She was wearing her skanky dress, her hair was straight, hanging loose and she was wearing heavy makeup. I looked into her eyes for a quarter of second, and they were red, like she had been crying. Or maybe doing drugs, who knows what's on this skanky's mind? She looked at me for a second and I couldn't figure out what was the emotion on her face. Tasha looked nervously between me and Patrice, probably expecting a heated fight. I was down to break her face, right here, right now, where no one could give me detention and there were no kids around. I would do it if she dared to say anything.
"I just wanted you to know, that after all you said the other day I'm still not leaving him. I tried, but he didn't let me" I smiled "he said he loved me and that he wouldn't let me do it. Your plan failed, and will continue to fail"
"I don't care Puckett. I did what Freddie asked me, I backed off, but still doesn't change the fact that you're not good enough for him. I'm going to seat and wait, because eventually you'll screw up" she shrugged, but this time she was being serious and not all whory-like.
"I don't care Patrice, you don't scare me anymore with your stupid opinions. If I do something wrong, I'll fix it, and Freddie will wait for me to do it, he's patient. You can wait all you want, but you don't stand a fucking chance. Wanna know why?" I smirked when she didn't said anything "because we love each other, but I don't think this is something you can understand"
She glared, and then pushed pass me. She didn't fight back, or said something like this isn't over yet Puckett but I was sure this wasn't the end, she was up to something, I'm sure of that. I'm not letting my guard down with this girl, ever, she wants to steal my boyfriend, but she won't, I won't allow it. Tasha put her hand on my shoulder to make sure I was alright. Something was off about Patrice and I knew it, she didn't act like her normal bitchy self, but I don't care, that doesn't mean anything other than she just changed her game. Mama's got to sleep with one eye open.
"You're okay?" Tasha asked me.
"Of course… I'm fine, gotta pee!"
I left the bathroom, but Patrice's face didn't leave my mind. Something was off about her, I couldn't understand what, and I couldn't identify the expression on her face, but something was different. She was not wearing her I'm a bitch face. I pushed her out of my mind when I saw Freddie, leaning against the wall talking to Gibby. He saw me and smiled, I smiled back and grabbed his hand. Darren Criss' version of I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You was playing, and Gibby was already dancing. I dragged Freddork to the dance floor, Tasha and Gibby following us right behind. I spotted Carly and Brad dancing like two fools, I guess they're having a blast. I grinned and Freddie smiled, he leaned and kissed my cheek.
"I love this song" he said.
"I know" I interlaced our fingers "I saw you dancing in the studio once" I laughed.
"Oh…" he blushed "so? Did you see Patrice is the bathroom?"
"Yeah…" where this conversation is going?
"Well… and…? Was everything alright?" he put his hands in the small of my back.
"Yeah dork, I didn't beat her and she behaved, so we're cool" I shrugged.
"Oh" he sighed "thank God!"
"I don't want to talk about her. Let's dance"
We danced until my feet started to ache. Carly wanted to change partners, but Freddie refused to let me dance with Brad or Gibby, it's not like I want to dance with any of them anyway. And I didn't want him to dance with anyone. Carly dance one song with Gibby and Tasha with Brad.
"I'm tired" I hollered to Freddie "let's sit for a bit"
"Okay" he told Brad where we're going and we left.
Carly, Brad, Tasha, Gibby, Wendy and John Simmons, her date, formed a huge circle and started to dance together. Dorks! Freddie and I found an empty table and I threw myself in a chair. I waited for the dork to sit next to me and threw my foot on his lap.
"Oh… so good!" I moaned "these shoes are killing me!"
"Then take them off" he lifted my dress up a little bit so he could see my feet "wow! They're sexy!" (A/N: shoes on my profile!)
"Just take them off Freddog!" I exclaimed.
He chuckled and did what I said, carefully, and excruciatingly slow, his eyes never left mine, and he smirked, it was soooo sexy! Freddie put my shoes under the table and started to rub my feet.
"Oh…" I moaned.
"Feeling good lazy blond?" he asked with his huskier tone… oh… shit.
"Yeah…" he did something with his thumb that I can't even begin to explain, but it felt delicious.
"Freddie… oh, that's so good… do it again" I begged.
"No" he smirked and squeezed my foot "no"
"Do it!" I glared at him.
"Ask nicely" cocky bitch!
"Just do it!" I hollered.
"No…" he tickled me "ask nicely"
"N-No… ah…" he tickled me again "please okay? Do it again!" I giggled "and stop tickling me!"
"Ask nicely" UGH!
"I just did! Oh… ah… Freddie!" I started to laugh "please… please do it again Freddie!" I asked breathlessly.
"Okay" he stopped with the tickling and did that amazing thing with his thumb "since you asked so nicely"
"Oh, that's right… soooo gooood" I threw my head back "uh… mmmm"
He increased his pace when David Guetta's Where Them Girls At started to play. Is it possible to have an orgasm from foot rub? I guess I'm having one… on those hands… mmmm, I love those hands! He lifted my foot up and planted a little kiss on it, then dropped it and gave the same treatment to my other foot. I gripped his bicep with one hand and the table with the other, digging my nails into this tuxedo.
"I like your nails" he stopped with the rubbing and grabbed my hand "I really like them… you paint them… purple… huh, I like it"
"Don't stop what you were doing" I whined.
"Okay, sorry" he let go of my hand and grabbed my foot "Carly and Brad seem to be having a good time, don't you think?" he grinned at our friends.
"I think that they'll be dating in less than a month" I chuckled "she needs a nice guy, and Brad is nice"
"Yeah, that will be nice, you and Carly are best friends, and Brad and I are best friends" he smiled.
"True. I'm happy you found yourself a normal guy friend to play with dork" I stroke his hair.
"Me too. But hey, Gibby and Spencer are my friends too" he said guiltily.
"Sure, but Brad is your BEST friend, and Gibby is a potato" I shrugged and he chuckled.
"True, but how come he can be a potato and a mermaid at the same time?"
"He just can. He is half potato and half mermaid" Freddie cracked up.
"True" I started to laugh with him.
This wasn't so bad after all, it wasn't that horrible. No drama, no fights, no bitches, no obnoxious creddiers. The night wasn't so bad. I'm glad I did this because Freddie was truly happy about it, and I got to see Barly happening, that was a bonus, but to make that dork happy was even better. I stopped laughing and just observed him. The way his nose wrinkled when he laughed and how perfect his teeth were… sigh. He threw his head back and sighed, his laugh turned into a smile that he directed to me. When our eyes met, his smile died, and his face became serious, his fudge colored eyes gazing me so intensely. I moved from my seat to his lap, his arms going around my waist, my arm wrapping around his neck and my hand on his chest.
"I'm glad you asked me to prom" I confessed.
"I'm glad you said yes" he started to rub my back.
"I'm sorry I said no at first. But this is nice, I guess" I shrugged.
"Really nice" he smiled "really nice"
"I'll keep the dress you know… and the shoes" I whispered.
"Oh… I really like the shoes" he started to play with my curls "like, really like them"
"Maybe… I can wear them next time we make out, and you can wear that fencing mask" I teased.
"Sam… I love your mind" he emphasized the love.
"I know" I shrugged.
He smiled and kissed me very softly. I broke the kiss and touched his forehead with mine. It always amazed me how he could give me all this sappy feelings I wouldn't normally feel. It used to enrage me so much, now I've learn to deal with them, and not that I'm ever admitting it, but I kinda like it. By the way he was looking at me I could tell he was going to start getting all sappy and stuff, and even though I like when he tells me he loves me, I still need to be my old self, and put balance in this relationship. If it was for Freddie we would be all about I love you and romantic, well one has to know when to stop. For instance, that night in the fire escape when he told me he loved me. That was sappy, and too much, but that's Freddie we're talking about, and I was feeling so insecure that he needed to reassure me one more time that he wanted to be with me. I didn't complain because at the time I was dumbfounded by everything he was saying, but I just hope he keeps a limit to his sappiness now. But I can't deny that it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, and that it got under my skin pretty well, it made me feel like I was unique and special, two things I never felt.
I wasn't planning on saying that I loved him so soon, but after everything that happened I couldn't hold back. I've been in love with him for so long, maybe even before I know, and the mood app kinda made things unfair for me. I figured saying was better, he already knows I love him, so what's the point in hiding it? Of course I thought that saying I love you was going to be painful and ridiculous, but I was wrong. Now it became easier and easier to say it, but I don't, not all the time. Sometimes I find myself wanting to say it, but I hold back, I have a reputation to keep!
I pulled back when he opened his mouth to speak, he knew what I was going for, so he rolled his eyes, but let me out of his lap. He was good in getting my signs, but he was also good on pushing my buttons. Freddie always forces me to say what's on my mind, he says he wants to share everything with me, and wants me to do the same. He is the girl in this relationship, he is the one who always wants to talk about feelings and shit. But I guess that's just his nature.
"Put my shoes on internet boy" I sat on my chair and threw my legs on his lap.
"Sure, sure Princess" he chuckled, grabbed my shoes off the floor to put on me.
"My mom has a new nickname for you" I said out of the blue.
"Oh no, why do I fear it's something inappropriate?"
"Sweet Thang" I hummed.
"Oh well…" he sighed "wanna dance?" he stood up offering me his hand.
"Sure thing… Sweet Thang"
"Can you at least say Sweet Thing?" he pleaded.
"Nope! Doesn't have the same effect" I mocked "wanna know why?"
"Not really" he shook his head.
"Because of this" I showed him my bracelet "she thinks it's the sweetest thing she ever saw"
"Less bad. What do you think?" his eyes were eagerly waiting for my answer.
"I think it was expensive and I like it" I grinned at my bracelet.
"Sure" he kissed my temple.
"Oh she also has another nickname for you!"
"What's up with Pucketts and nicknames for me?"
"Rich boy" I chuckled.
"I'm not rich" he said like it was some kind of offense.
"Whatever. Let's hit the dance floor rich boy!" I grabbed his hand and dragged him there.
Pitbull's Give Me Everything was just being replaced by Steven Tyler's (It) Feels So Good when we found a good spot to dance. Carly and Brad were grinding against each other, Freddie smirked and winked at Brad, who winked back. He brought me closer, his hands on my waist, but they didn't stay there for long. Soon I was being pressed against his firm body and his hands were roaming all over me. I ran my hands all over his biceps and shoulder, finally wrapping my arms around his neck. The grinding fest was over when a slower song started to play. We rested our foreheads against each other's when Nelly's Just A Dream began. I used to listen to this song late at night, thinking about him. It was only just a dream, because it was always just a dream, I never thought this, all of this, could become true. Oh well...
Freddie gave me that intense look he always gives me when he's about to get all emotional, but I was saved by the bell when Shakira's Rabiosa started to play. I purposely grinded my hips against his, I miss getting all physical with him, it's been almost an hour since we made out. I grinded against him again, biting his earlobe at the same time. I knew he liked when I did that, maybe a little too much. He moaned and grabbed my ass roughly thru my dress. Backfire. He's good at it by the way. But of course I retaliated, bringing my hand to his groin area before squeezing him over the fabric of his pants. Fredbag growled into my ear, unable to control himself.
"Have no self control Fredward?" I bit his earlobe hard enough to hurt.
"Sam… mmm… you'll pay for this!"
Before I could laugh at his face or make a mean comment, he dragged me out of the dance floor. I asked him where he was taking me, but he didn't answer or stopped walking. I felt like kicking him, but I was also curious about the punishment he had in mind for me. I love when he fights back like that, it turns me on when he's in control, and that's my dirty little secret. He picked the lock so we could get into school, and he did it really fast with my hair clip, which he yanked off me. Freddie picked the lock faster than the speed of sound and I just stood there, with my mouth hanging open, amazed. Maybe he did learn some things from me. Le Dork dragged me inside, and kept walking until he stopped in front of a classroom. Smirking, he picked the lock and threw me inside. It was dark, but I recognized the room, I've been here many times before, delivering wedgies and stealing lunch money.
"The A/V club?" I asked.
"I know how nerds make you wet" he growled in my ear before picking me up and throwing me over a desk.
Spreading my knees apart, he wrapped my legs around his waist. Freddie was being all macho, and manhandling me like a boss. I like it, secretly of course. It was so hot when he got all controlling and bossy with me, it might be a pervert thing to say, and weird, especially coming from me, but I love when he takes control and manhandles me. So hot! Freddie attacked my mouth, ravishing me and his hands moved to my thighs. I moaned loudly when I felt his warm breath on my chest while his hand reached my most private area.
"Oh…" there was nothing I could do but moan when his hand sneaked into my boy shorts to rub me "OH!"
"So you were just kidding" he shook his head "it's a shame"
He always finds my good spots and takes advantage of it. I have to confess that I like the fact that he's better in this than I am, he just know where to touch, how much pressure apply and when to do it. He's a natural. Who would have guessed that a dork like Freddie Benson could be so good in making a girl cum? I sure didn't. I dreamed about it a lot, and in the nights of loneliness I pictured it, but there's a difference between fantasy and reality. And I have to admit, in this scenario, the reality is way better than the fantasy.
"F-F-Freddie!" I moaned while his finger rubbed my mound of nerves.
"What?" he growled before licking over my cleavage.
"I-I-I…" I didn't really have anything to say, I was just mumbling random shit.
He sucked the skin of chest before increasing the pace on my clit. I lay back on the desk and arched my backs. Freddie climbed on top of me and I could feel his hard-on against my thigh.
"Ah!" I hollered when my body started to tense up.
"Go ahead Puckett, lose control, I dare you!" he growled against my ear.
"Little… fucker!" he licked my really sensitive earlobe making me cry out "oh… damn!"
We weren't so far away from the gym, so I could hear the music from the party. Usher's OMG? Are you kidding me? OH MY GOSH HE FOUND ANOTHER GOOD SPOT TO RUB!
"AH!" I cried out again "Freddie… oh… GOD!"
"Lose control Sam, or I won't stop teasing you!" he threatened.
I refuse to give in, but my body isn't cooperating, all that friction is not helping and feeling his hard-on pressed against me isn't making things easy for me. But I'm strong and I refuse to lose control, I refuse to let him win. I guess he knew that too, because he sighed and removed his hand from me. I sighed in relief and disappointment; I wasn't expecting him to give up so easily.
"Already… giving… up… Fredloser?" I asked breathlessly.
"Giving up? No… I'm improving my game" he smirked and before I knew it he removed my underwear.
Freddie flipped my boy shorts with his index finger, then put on his jacket pocket. Oh God! That was hot as hell. I blinked, not sure what else was about to come, then he lifted my skirt up and raised his eyebrow seductively at me, before sticking his head inside my dress. SHIT! I felt his warm mouth deliver open mouthed and wet kisses all over my upper thigh before he reached my core again. This wasn't fair, his tongue was magical, I didn't stand a chance against him that way. I gripped the desk so hard, my knuckles turned white, and he was licking me like I was a popsicle. He always did that before going for the good spot… he just found the good spot!
"HOLY SHIT!" I hollered.
I'm pretty sure he's writing something, because last time he did that I came really fast. I propped on my elbows to look at him, all dressed up in a tuxedo and going down on me like that, it's was the hottest thing I've ever seen. He looked like a kinky James Bond, but way hotter. I threw my head back again hitting the hard surface of the desk.
"OW!" he stopped what he was doing and lifted his head up.
"Don't hurt yourself Puckett" he smirked and went back to torture me.
I couldn't hold it much longer. The huge amount of sexual tension building up inside of me was screaming and begging to get out. I let go of the table to tug on his ridiculously smooth hair, but my skirt keep getting in my way. I gave up and went back to grip the table. Fuck, that was so good, I couldn't hold back… I couldn't wait… I had to lose it. I needed to lose it.
"Oh God Freddison! I'm gonna… I'm gonna… I'm… I'm… oh… God… Freddie… AH!" BOOM! Relief.
I didn't notice Freddie was beside me till the bliss of my orgasm went away. He was smirking victoriously at me. Cocky nerd. But hey, he deserves an award for his tongue skills. He brushed my bangs to the side and kissed my forehead.
"Feels good to just let go huh?" he asked.
"Yeah… what did you wrote this time?" I asked breathlessly.
"I'm the man" he chuckled.
"HA HA, cocky nerd. Oh… hey you have a little bit… right here…" I wiped myself off his lips "okay, it's gone" I looked at my finger.
"Wanna taste it?" he wiggled his eyebrows.
"EW no!"
"It's not bad you know…" he grabbed my hand and sucked my finger "not bad at all"
"Pervert… little… nerd" I chuckled trying to hide the fact I found really hot what he just did.
"We both know that "little" is not a word that suits me" I knew it was just a matter of time before he got all cocky about his rocket size.
"Oh shut up!" I punched him without half of the strength I had "I'm weak"
"Let's just rest here for a while" he put me into his arms, my head resting against his chest.
I closed my eyes for a bit, maybe a little nap will give me my strength back so I could get my revenge. The music was slow now, Parachute's Be Here, mixed with the sound if his heartbeats, made me even sleepier. Everything was so quiet and loud at the same time, and I started to fall asleep, my mind going blank… just for a minute… next thing I knew Freddie was breathing on my ear, tickling me. Mmmm… so good.
"Sam?" his deep voice penetrated my soul "Sam?" he nibbled my earlobe "wake up babe"
"No…" I whined "don't wanna… mmm so good" I moaned slightly when he kissed behind my ear, his gentle lips burning my skin.
"Let's go, we've been asleep for an hour" he got up "the party is almost over" he grabbed me, making me stand up forcefully.
"Don't… want… to… get… up…" I whined my eyes half open "is that Justin Bieber playing?" I asked, my eyes were definitely open now.
"Guess so, or Easter Dean…" Freddie chuckled "they have the same voice!" he snorted.
"No… that's definitely him. I'm awake now… uh!" I shuddered "I bet Carly is singing along now… don't you get the creeps?"
"A little. Let's go, I wanna see Brad dancing Justin Bieber" we looked at each other and cracked up.
Freddie's POV
Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover, shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover, shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover. That was annoying the hell out of me, but the sight of a very uncomfortable Brad dancing at the sound of Justin Bieber was priceless. Sam and I grabbed one chair, she sat on my lap, and started to observe as he tried to catch up with Carly. She was a sucker for Justin Bieber, and Brad wanted to get on her good side, so… a little sacrifice was necessary. Sam grabbed her pear phone and recorder that priceless moment. I cracked up when Carly tried to teach him how to sing along, poor Brad.
"Oh… my belly hurts" Sam said leaning against me.
"Mine too… god I never saw something so funny" I chuckled.
"Carly's bunny. Remember?" she sat up quickly.
"That's right…" we started at each other and cracked up again.
"Not funny you guys" Brad hissed, Carly was talking to Wendy close to the punch "ugh!"
"Poor little Brad" Sam patted his arm.
"Haha!" he glared at her, obviously not amused "that was torture"
"Then why you did it?" I asked him.
"Uh… because I'm in love with her?" he said like I was stupid.
"Touché. Oh and by the way… what's the deal between you two?" I asked and Sam leaned back again, her head on my shoulder.
"Oh, we're going on a date tomorrow! I'm really nervous" he rubbed his probably sweaty hands on his pants.
"Don't be dork" Sam said "just be yourself, relax, it worked for Fredward here" she patted my face twice.
"True" I nodded.
"So? Let's go?" Carly came from behind Brad "I'm really tired and it's getting late"
"Okay" Sam jumped off my lap "let's go people"
"By the way, where the hell were you two?" Brad asked me.
"Oh…" I trailed off.
"Taking a nap in the A/V club" Sam quickly responded.
"What?" Carly asked.
"You know, we lay down and close our eyes…" I said.
"I got that part Freddie!" she glared at me "but why?"
"Mama was tired, and Fredward here can pick locks pretty quick" she nudged me "oh and I would like my hair clip back now please"
I searched on my pocket and gave it back to her. Carly grabbed Brad's arm and walked in front of us, laughing and saying she had fun, I was about to follow them, when Sam held my arm.
"What?" I asked her.
"I would like my underwear back too nub" she whispered.
"Oh… uh… no. I guess I'll keep it as a souvenir" I patted my jacket pocket.
"You…" she trailed off when I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the gym.
We didn't goof off in the ride back home, we're all very tired. Brad was going to crash at my place tonight and Sam was going to Carly's as always. She sat on my lap, resting her head against the crook of my neck, and I started toying with her hair. Carly and Brad were curled up next to us, he playing with her fingers, she gossiping about girls and dresses. Brad wasn't all that interested, and I doubt he was even paying attention, he was lost inside his head, probably thinking about his date tomorrow. I poked him and gave him an encouragement look, he smiled at me and we went back to pay attention to our girls. Sam lifted her head up a little bit to kiss my cheek.
"Thank you" she whispered.
"What for?"
"For being you"
I smiled and kissed her cheek "I love you" I whispered.
"Yeah, yeah" she shrugged.
"Sam…" I sighed "never mind" I closed my eyes.
"I love you too" she said after a while.
"Yeah, yeah" I mocked and she nudged me.
"Dork"
"Demon" I kissed her cheek and rested my head against hers.
The night was good, she didn't run away, didn't set her dress on fire, and didn't beat up anyone. So far, she's been good; I'm not sure what the future will be, but so far, so good.