sighCarly

*Freddie*
Two hours after leaving Carly’s apartment that afternoon, I was growing impatient. I wanted to wait for the girls before getting something to eat, but the fact that I’d skipped lunch that day to do a little last second test review wasn’t making it easy. I was so hungry even the idea of my mom’s low-fat no-sodium all natural soy chips was starting to appeal to me. I didn’t think it would come to that, though. If nothing else, I could find a cardboard box or something and treat myself to a snack with a little more flavor than ‘Chips-A-Soy!’
My mother was another great reason to get out of the house as soon as possible. She got home from work at 7:15, and if I hadn’t already left the apartment at that point I would have a hard time getting away. The lady tended to be a little over-protective and possessive, so I was sure if I didn’t go soon I’d be spending my Friday night helping her needlepoint. Well, no, that’s not true. I’d probably be watching her needlepoint, since I wasn’t allowed near sharp objects.
But with hunger gnawing at my gut and the threat of my mother’s return hanging in the air, I was still mostly just anxious to see my friends again. It was always depressing to know that they were hanging out together without me. I tried not to be jealous because I knew that wasn’t fair, but it stung to realize that no matter how close I was to the two of them, I would never be as close as they were to each other.
It wasn’t surprising, the two girls had been best friends long before I moved into the apartment across the hall from Carly and her brother, and after that it was longer still until I started to get to know her and Sam.
I groaned as I looked at the clock on my nightstand. Half an hour till my mom got home, and if she left work early I was screwed. I reached for my phone and dialed Carly’s number.
I was disappointed that I had to resort to bugging her. I’d been making an effort not to obsess over the girl, because I had realized recently that my crush on her was starting to become a little creepy. Out of nowhere one day it hit me that I was acting like my mom, and I’d been mortified. Since then I had been doing better, and I was surprised to find that even if I still cared about Carly, my romantic feelings were starting to fade. She’d always made it clear that she wasn’t interested in me that way; maybe I had realized I was setting myself up for disappointment.
The call went to voicemail and I snapped the phone shut, irritated. Every second that went by was another second closer to getting stuck in the apartment all night. I decided not to let that happen, even if it meant bursting in on a private conversation. I would wait for them at Carly’s place; hopefully they were still in the loft and I wouldn’t have to interrupt them.
I grabbed the extra few bucks I’d managed to scrape together off my dresser and stuffed them in my pocket before heading out, walking across the hall. When we first started filming iCarly, Sam and I had knocked and waited to be let in, but then Sam had started using the spare key they hid above the door frame, and soon I had begun to do the same thing. It seemed silly to knock on the door of an apartment that was more like home than where you actually lived.
So I let myself in and as I came into the living room, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Pulling it out to glance at the screen, I saw Carly’s name on the caller ID. Just as I flipped it open and said hello, though, the elevator door opened and my friends stepped out, Carly holding her own cell phone to her ear.
Sam laughed, turning to Carly to say “I told you so,” before moving into the living room and flopping down on the couch.
“Hey, kid” Carly smiled at me before joining Sam, “sorry we took so long. We got kinda distracted and didn’t pay attention to what time it was.”
“It’s cool,” and I smiled back, sitting in the chair across from them “I just didn’t want to get stuck at home when my mom got off work. I figured you wouldn’t mind if I waited here.”
“Of course not. But if you want food you’ll have to wait a little longer, Sam and I need to take showers before we go anywhere.” Carly told me, and as she spoke, I noticed that they both looked flushed and sweaty.
“What were you guys doing?” I asked them, confused “You were up there talking for two hours and now you come back down looking like you ran a marathon? How did you get so sweaty?”
Sam grinned “Girl stuff, Freddie. I can go into more detail, if you really want me too.”
I wasn’t an expert on women, but I was pretty sure going through ‘girl stuff’ didn’t leave you looking like they did now. Especially if you were just talking about it. I was still suspicious, but I let it go, determined not to stick my nose into their business if I could help it.
“All right, well, try and hurry up.” I sighed “I’m really hungry. I was this close to eating soy chips”
Carly looked concerned, “What, were you out of cardboard or something?”
I smiled. Maybe the girls had their secrets, but there still wasn’t anybody else I’d rather hang out with.
Carly got to her feet “come on, Sam, I’ll let you borrow some clothes and you can use my shower. Um, when I’m done, I mean.”
Sam started giggling. “Why don’t you ask Spencer if you can use his bathroom?” she asked, and Carly, looking exasperated, grabbed the blonde by her wrist and dragged her into the bedroom. I sat by myself, completely confused and wondering if I would ever understand the two of them.
They were in Carly’s room forever, laughing and whispering until I was sure I was about to pass out from malnutrition. Finally I heard the water running. I had hoped they were done messing around, but it was only on for a second before the noise stopped and Carly walked out of her room, wearing a pink bathrobe.
I know some other guys are pretty turned on by legs and feet, but personally, I’ve never been into that stuff. Maybe it’s a preference you develop when you’re older, after you’re more accustomed to the hormones that come with puberty.
If that’s the case, I’m not too proud to say that I’d only been living with the changes for about a year now, and was more likely to be caught staring at a girl in a sports bra than a girl wearing sandals.
But as I watched Carly walk up to me from across the apartment, I could see the appeal. The fluffy robe hid most of the girl’s curves, but the material stopped just above her knees. I found my eyes drawn to the skin that was still showing. Carly wasn’t tan, but she also wasn’t so pale that she looked unhealthy, either. Her calves were smooth, and if she’d been wearing something more revealing their shape would have invited you too look up and see if the rest of the pretty girl’s body was as well formed as her lower legs. With the terrycloth blocking my view, though, my eyes went the opposite direction and I looked at her feet. They were small, and everything from the delicate heels to the toenails she had painted a dark blue were adorable. Like I said, I’m not into feet and I wasn’t exactly turned on by the sight, but everything she was showing off beneath the hemline was so cute that you couldn’t help wondering what the rest of her would look like, if you could take a peek inside the robe.
Lost in thought, I jumped when she started speaking to me, “Sam and I were thinking,” she began “neither of us really feel up to going anywhere tonight and…”
I groaned, but Carly continued, “And we were wondering if you wanted to order pizza? I’ll ask Spencer to call in while we’re showering, that way it should be here when we’re done. We can just hang out and watch TV or something”
A rumble from my stomach seemed to indicate its approval, and I nodded, “just make sure it gets here fast. I’ve seen the kind of stuff Sam eats, and I don’t want to end up like that.”
Carly and I made fun of our friend’s eating habits all the time, but apparently she found the comment more hilarious than usual, and couldn’t stop laughing.
Eventually she calmed down enough to talk. “Definitely,” she agreed, still wheezing and gasping for air. “Sam puts all KINDS of stuff in her mouth.”
I looked up at her, uncomfortable. “Yeah, so… are you gonna talk to Spencer?”
She nodded, still shaking her head and grinning, and went to knock on the door to her brother’s room.
Thumping noises started coming from inside, moving towards the door. I’d never been in Spencer’s room before, but I knew he had tons of knickknacks and toys and stuff to use on his sculptures, so I was willing to bet it was pretty cluttered.
Eventually the door started to open, and Spencer stuck his head out, turning it to scan the apartment like he was afraid of being seen. It would have been pretty sneaky, if it weren’t for the racket he’d made while moving around in there.
Apparently the coast was clear, and he stepped out into the open and bent in towards Carly till he was at eye level with her.
“Did Sam go home?” he asked, speaking quiet and carefully.
“No, she’s in my room, she’s going to use the shower” Carly was looking amused again, but I was still completely mystified.
“Great!” he shouted, straightening up all of a sudden and pumping a fist in the air, “Sam’s still here! Good ol’ Sam! Hey, how is ol’ Sammy, huh? How’s she doin’ these days?” While he spoke, he was moving animatedly and his voice was layered with a forced enthusiasm that seemed almost manic, or panicky. When he was done talking he immediately knelt back to look his sister in the eye again and the anxious grin was gone, his expression intense and serious.
I wasn’t an idiot. Sam and Carly had been acting weird all day, even while we were rehearsing. Now it looked like Spencer knew what was going on as well. I was beginning to have a pretty clear idea myself.
Carly smiled at her brother and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sam is fine, Spencer, she wants to hang out tonight.” A sly expression came across her face, “of course, if you really wanted to make sure everyone was happy, you could order us a pizza.”
Her brother still looked troubled, and even as he nodded he seemed unwilling to let the subject of Sam drop, “Sure, pizza. Is Sam spending the night?”
“Definitely” Carly replied. “Freddie is hanging out with us for a while too” she thought for a second. “But I’m pretty tired. Sam and I might head to bed early tonight.”
Even if Spencer looked more at ease, it was still obvious that he was hoping to avoid Sam as much as he possibly could. “I know what you mean.” He stretched as he gave a fake yawn “I am bushed! I’m going to bed soon too, maybe I’ll see you kids in the morning”
He handed her twenty bucks for the food and promised to order it as soon as he found his phone. Before heading back into his room he turned to me and smiled “hey Fred-o!” walking in and shutting his door behind him. Like he thought I hadn’t noticed anything.
After he was gone Carly passed the cash on to me “in case we’re not done when it gets here.”
“Carly, wait,” I began, and grabbed her arm as she turned to leave, “something is going on. I’ve been trying to mind my own business here, but you guys aren’t really making it easy.”
She went rigid as I spoke, and I knew I was right. “Listen, I understand that this is private, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out.”
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on! What did you figure out?” the fear in her voice was painfully clear. I’d been in trouble together with Carly more times than I could count and recognized the same tone she always started speaking in when she was afraid of being caught.
“Sam likes Spencer, doesn’t she? She started flirting with him or something and that’s why he’s so freaked!” I was confidant I had it all worked out. The secrecy and giggles all fit together better when looked at from this angle, and even the strange jokes and comments would make more sense if Sam was attracted to Carly’s brother.
Carly looked confused for a second, but then her face went blank and she opened her mouth to speak. Before she got the words out, her bedroom door opened once more and this time Sam stepped out. I guess Carly only had one robe, because the other girl was wrapped in a deep green towel.
The towel was better. Oh, man, it was so much better than a robe. Everything I had just been thinking about not liking legs? Well, apparently I was wrong. The thighs are totally what it’s all about, and Sam’s were completely bare. The cloth couldn’t have fallen an inch below her ass, and even though she walked carefully in the makeshift garment, not moving except to stand in the door frame, the material threatened to expose her every time she even shifted her weight. I stared in shock, amazed by my luck.
A hand dangled near her hips, but I paid no attention to it until the fingers started snapping and Sam's voice echoed in my head, sounding like it was coming from the far end of a tunnel.
“Hey, doofus, what the hell are you staring at?”
My hearing snapped backed to normal as I felt a slap across the back of my head. I twisted around to glare at Carly before turning again to look at Sam. I was embarrassed, and meant to apologize before she cut me off, “I know its confusing Freddie, but you really shouldn’t stare unless you know what to do with it”
I shut my mouth, clenching my teeth and narrowing my eyes at her. The apology faded from my mind. Yeah, so I shouldn’t have been staring. But did she have to be such a jerk? I was positive the only reason she had come out in the towel at all was because she had heard Spencer’s voice and wanted to show off. I guess she thought that Carly’s brother would ‘know what to do with it’. Too bad he was in his room hiding from her.
I held in all my nasty comments and stayed silent, just staring her down. She said nothing more about it though, turning instead to look at Carly. “I was waiting for you to get back so you could start your shower, but you were taking such a long time I was beginning to wonder if I should go first. You know, just start now. Without you.”
“No, I’ll be done in just a second! Wait for me! Don’t start without- I mean, I want to shower first.” She seemed anxious to get clean, but after Sam turned to walk back into the room Carly paused for another second to lean in and whisper to me, “you’re right, but please try not to say anything; she’s really embarrassed about it!” the she stood up and ran into the room, shutting the door behind her. The water started running almost immediately, and I sat alone, still fuming over Sam’s comment.
The girl was like that all the time, putting me down every chance she got. It was dumb to get worked up about it, I know, but she didn’t make it easy to let things slide. As soon as you decided to hold your tongue and cut her some slack, she’d hit you again, like she was disappointed you hadn’t fought with her over the first comment. I’m not sure if she was after attention or if she was trying to make herself feel better, but whatever the reason, she never let up.
Except one time. For five minutes out of the dozen months I’d known her, she had been sweet and sincere, and apologized for hurting me. We’d kissed that night, and afterwards I’d been hopeful that things would be different. They weren’t, though. Instead of being nicer to me, even when we were alone together, Sam had seemed to become resentful. We hadn’t ever discussed the kiss after that night, but I’m sure she had come to regret it.
I had too, actually. A mean friend is tolerable, but to have her almost respect me for one moment and then start to regret the decision the next day was hard. It would have been easier if the kiss had never happened, no matter how amazing it had been.
I sighed and got to my feet, deciding to pack up the equipment I had left out in the loft earlier. I was suddenly tired to the core, exhausted with life, and everything. Early as it was, I still found myself eager to climb into bed and forget about things for awhile.
But I had the camera and stuff to clean up. And there was no way I was going home without getting some real food. So I’d stay for awhile after that too; I couldn’t just stuff my face and leave. I would have to stay, and hang out. A quarter of an hour ago that was all I had wanted to do, but now even thinking about spending time with Sam was making me angry.
Having a conversation with the woman was like walking in a minefield. If I stepped carefully, I could avoid any mention of myself, or things that might remind her who she was talking to, and then she could be smart and funny, even a little cute sometimes. But as soon as we got to that point, I would let my guard down and the next thing I knew, I’d be listening to her go on about how ugly I was, or how nobody liked me. I’d yell back, but I doubt I ever hurt her like she hurt me. I tried not to let her know exactly how much of an impact she could have, but listening to a friend tell you you’re worthless is bound to mess you up. Unless you were her, in which case you bottled the feelings up in the back of your mind and then let them lose later, to lash out at someone different.
I’d stomped up the stairs to the studio, muttering under my breath and berating the blonde the entire time. I’m glad I was alone. It probably would have looked pretty childish if anyone had seen. I started tossing cords and components into padded cases, still ranting to myself and paying no attention to what I was doing. It was unbelievable, how much influence she could have over me, even when she wasn’t around.
Finally everything was put away, and I sat on the largest case, forcing myself to stop and breathe deeply before I went downstairs. Sam wasn’t all bad. I knew that. Blinded by my anger at her thoughtless comment, it was easy to forget that she was a good friend. She just wasn’t a ‘sweet and loving’ kind of person. She dealt with her own issues as best as she could, and if I could remember that, there was a slim chance I could still enjoy myself tonight.
One more deep breath, and then I stood to inspect the boxes. I ran over what we had done and discussed at rehearsal today, thinking of what I would need to do to get ready for the actual broadcast. We’d filmed some pretty good backup segments, just in case, so I’d need to edit those, and Carly had wanted me to get pictures of her and Sam as old women. That wouldn’t be too hard, there was a website I’d found that I could use to alter their photos.
So a grabbed the case with the video camera, and the usb cable for my laptop before heading back downstairs.
Dropping the equipment at my place wasn’t an option, unless I was ready to leave for the night, so I set everything by the door and then lay on the couch. As I got past my anger at Sam, I found myself thinking how sexy she had looked, wrapped in the bath towel. I smiled inwardly. Whatever she might think, I did have a few good ideas of what to do with her.
It’s hard to describe how I felt about the girl. Like I’ve said, we were good friends and I was pretty sure she cared about me, somewhere beneath all the hostility. And she was drop-dead gorgeous, no one could miss that. But her attitude was so off-putting. I liked her take-no-prisoners demeanor, and respected the way she could take care of herself, but still… I just couldn’t see being close to her.
I could see touching her though. Fooling around a little bit. Maybe taking the kiss we had shared a step further. Thoughts like that led nowhere, though. I would never have been able to do anything with a person who didn’t respect me, and there was always the fact that it could completely screw up not just my friendship with Sam, but Carly as well. She didn’t like me like I liked her, but I was still pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate it if I started hitting on her best friend.
The doorbell rang, and I jumped up to run to the peephole. Confirming that it was the pizza guy and not my mother, I opened up and paid him. Then, taking the food and setting it on the coffee table, I spent the next fifteen minutes glaring at the box, fighting to keep myself from eating the whole thing while I waited for the girls.
I was so focused on my aching stomach, I only looked up from the box once. I was almost sure I had heard a loud squeal from Carly’s bathroom. I listened for a second and decided one of them must have slipped or something, but neither rushed out screaming for a doctor so I resumed my staring contest with the food.
Eventually the water stopped, and a while after that, both of my friends walked out of Carly’s bedroom, dressed in clean clothes and looking refreshed.
“Is the pizza here…” Sam’s question trailed off as she caught site of me stuffing my face, having thrown the box open and grabbing a piece as soon as they had walked into the room.
Carly walked to the kitchen to get plates and pop for everyone, and she laughed as she handed me a napkin. The next few minutes were spent in silence as we polished off the food in record time. I ate five slices on my own, and the other two did almost as well. Whatever they had been up to that day, it must’ve worked up an appetite.
After eating, Carly started a movie, and we spent a comfortable hour or so watching a weird anime film Spencer had rented. I couldn’t really follow the plot, but it was pretty entertaining. Carly said it was something called ‘kabuki’, a Japanese play that someone had adapted to animation. It was bizarre. As far as I could tell, the main character, who was the son of a little black rat and the moon, was trying to impress the love of his life by beating the spirit of a butterfly in a race across the sea.
It was really entertaining, considering how weird it was, so I was surprised when both of the girls started fidgeting in their seats about halfway through, shooting each other odd glances. They seemed impatient, and after a few moments of this, Sam stood up, “I’m exhausted. Do you guys feel like finishing this tomorrow?” she asked
“It’s only like, nine o’clock!” I protested “and you stayed home from school today, how can you possibly be tired?”
“I’m pretty sleepy too,” Carly cut in, “why don’t you come back over tomorrow and we can all do something fun?”
I sighed as I stood to leave, saying goodbye and grabbing my equipment before heading out the door. All in all, it had been a pretty disappointing night.
I hated feeling like an outsider, especially around them. It drove me crazy, feeling like they were hiding things from me, feeling like I couldn’t talk to either of them about how I felt because they would make fun of me. Whether they realized it or not, they always kept me out of the loop.
My mom was at the kitchen table working on a jigsaw puzzle when I came in, and I joined her after dropping my stuff off in my room. We talked a little, and she yelled at me for not leaving a note that afternoon, but I wasn’t really listening. An imaginary version of Sam was talking in my head, mocking me for hanging out with my mother.
Around nine thirty, though, my mom insisted I head to bed, and I didn’t argue. I wasn’t even remotely sleepy now. I had been feeling much more energetic since dinner, but I was tired of the jigsaw puzzle and my mom’s insanity. I could always spend some time working on the footage from that afternoon.
In my room, I flicked on the desk lamp and sat down, connecting the state-of-the-art camera to my laptop. Almost immediately, I noticed something was wrong. We had filmed about 20 minutes of footage that day, but the file downloading to my hard drive was at least 7 times too big.
I slammed a fist down on the desk, realizing my mistake. I must’ve left the camera running, after being hurried out of the studio. In addition to over two hours of worthless recording, the battery was bound to be almost dead. As soon as the file was safely stored on my computer, I disconnected the camera and set the battery in its charger. I’d have to sort through the video manually, and find the spot where we’d finished taping.
I double clicked the icon, and dragged the track bar forward to the point where I guessed we had stopped. A still frame of Sam and Carly on the rug in the loft popped up on the screen, and for a second I thought I hadn’t gone far enough. Carly looked like she was pinned underneath Sam, and it seemed as though the two were wrestling. But that wasn’t right; we hadn’t done anything like that… I glanced at the time stamp, and saw I was about 35 minutes into the tape. I’d gone to far then. What were the girls doing? It was an odd angle; maybe they had gotten in a fight? It would explain why they had been so sweaty that afternoon.
A wicked smile played across my lips and I clicked the play button. If they had wanted to keep this secret, they shouldn’t have fought right in front of the camera.
The video began to play, and I checked the volume on my laptop. I’d expected to hear an argument, or shouting, but neither of the seemed to say anything. They were defiantly squirming around though, and suddenly Sam sat up, looking down at Carly. I watched, curiosity turning to shock as Sam ripped off her top and threw it aside.
My mouth hung open, a perfect ‘O’ and I paused the recording instinctually. The picture froze, and on the screen I saw Carly, leaning forward awkwardly, undoing Sam’s bra.
It was crazy. Absolutely nuts. They had been making out? And now… now Sam was getting undressed? I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my temples but unable to look away from the monitor. Everything that had happened today, between those two. This would definitely explain it.
I thought of the squeak from the bathroom, and a thrill ran through my body. The two of them, they had been in there, together, doing… well, I wasn’t sure exactly. Something I would have liked to watch, I knew that much.
A thought struck me, the most obvious though, really. If I wanted to watch the two of them, I had my chance. The video was right here. I had it all on tape, and from the look of things, the action was just about to start. The girls were off center and slightly out of focus, but they were still in frame.
My hand went to the mouse and I sat, dead still, with the pointer poised above the ‘play’ button. One click and I would see everything they had been keeping from me.
With a quick motion I dragged the track bar back to 23 minutes into the tape. I saw myself, waiving goodbye to the two girls. I clicked the button to split the file in two, tossed a blank disk in the laptop’s DVD burner, and moved the second half of the video. The machine started whirring and beeping, and an on screen a progress bar showed the video would be converted and burnt in just under half an hour.
I pushed it from my mind, spent ten minutes cutting down and editing the clips we had recorded for iCarly, and climbed into bed before it was done. As hard as I tried to ignore the intriguing footage on the disk, I still couldn’t manage to fall asleep for hours.

I awoke the next morning at 9:48. It was Saturday, and I normally would have stayed in bed for at least another forty minutes, but there was no way that was going to happen. I had been up half the night, and in fact felt much more tired now that when I had first lain down, but I couldn’t keep still, couldn’t just sit in bed. The fitful sleep I had managed to drift in and out of through the night had been plagued by strange dreams; an angry Japanese man shouting at me to make his rat a movie.
I showered and got dressed, grabbing the disk out of the tray on the laptop and shoving it into a clear plastic case. I prayed my mother was out of the house, but as I left my room I heard her shout for me from the kitchen.
“Damn” I thought to myself, and then out loud, “Sorry mom, Carly needs me! It’s a web show emergency!”
she kept shouting, going on about breakfast, and just before I shut the apartment door behind me I told her I would get Spencer to make me a protein shake or something. That seemed to appease her, but even so, I stood in the hallway for a second to make sure she wouldn’t try to drag me back home and force feed me dried fruit.
Taking one last, regretful look at the video I was sure I would never see, I squared my shoulders and reached for the key to Carly’s apartment. I let myself in and wasn’t particularly surprised to find the living room empty. The girls were most likely still in bed, after spending a late night enjoying each others company. Spencer would sleep in late on weekends as well; despite being self employed he usually woke up early on weekdays to see Carly off to school.
I tossed the disk on the coffee table and sat in the armchair to wait for my friends to wake up. I wondered about Spencer and his weird behavior the previous night. Apparently I had been completely wrong, but if Sam DIDN’T have a crush on him, why should he act so strange? Had he caught the two of them together? If so, it seemed kind of odd that he would just let Sam spend the night afterwards. He was always pretty laid back though, and he treated Carly like any other adult most of the time. Maybe he just trusted her enough to make the right choice. Not everyone was as crazy as my mom.
I drummed my fingers on the padded arm of the chair and stared at the disk. I was forcibly reminded of last night, and how I had looked at the pizza box. I’d felt like I had never been so hungry for anything in my life, but now… I laughed to myself.
I needed to think of the right way to do this. The situation was unusual, most of the time you didn’t have to tell your two best friends that you’d accidentally made a video of them having sex. No doubt Sam would go crazy, but as long as Carly stayed calm, I was sure she’d be able to restrain her friend. If, on the other hand, they both went nuts on me before I could even tell them I hadn’t watched it, there was a good chance I could be walking out of there with a black eye. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed deeply. They kept it secret from me, pushed me out of the house so they could do it again, and now, even after doing the right thing, I might get beat up by two girls. Maybe even Spencer, if he came out at the wrong time and knew what was going on. Jesus, they could even call the cops on me, if it came to all that.
I shook my head slightly. They would never do that. This DVD was a big deal, big enough, maybe, to make them push me out of their lives if things went bad, but they would never try and ruin my life like that.
I rested my head in the deep back of the chair, closing my eyes. I was in for a long boring wait, and obsessing over things would only make time crawl. I pushed everything out of my head and tried to relax, and before long I was dozing off.

It couldn’t have been too much longer before I was awakened by the sound of high pitched squeaks and giggles coming from Carly’s room. I had been wondering, up until then, if the relationship had been going on for awhile, but it was pretty clear that I would have noticed. They had no clue how loud they were, and I was afraid that if they kept up with all the noise, even Spencer would come out to start investigating.
Fortunately I had anticipated them continuing last night’s fun when they awoke, and I had a plan ready. I grabbed the TV remote and switched on the set, turning up the volume until I knew they must hear it through the bedroom walls. Straining my ears to hear above the television, I heard the sounds of pleasure immediately replaced with low whispers, then rustling movement, and finally, I watched as the two of them opened the bedroom door and walked out together, each wearing what I took to be a pair of Carly’s pajamas.
I switched off the TV and watched as they walked into the living room, their annoyance turning to confusion when they saw me sitting in the chair, rather than Spencer. With their tousled hair and sleepy faces, and the subtle body language that I was now able to pick up on, they really did look like the cutest couple you’ve could ever meet. I would have smiled, if I wasn’t so nervous about what I had to tell them.
“Freddie?” Carly started first, although Sam looked as though she had something to say as well, “I kinda thought you were going to call, before we got together.”
“I would have,” I spoke hesitantly, not wanting to say the wrong thing. I thought it was best to take them through what happened slowly, “but this is kind of important. I needed to give you guys this.”
I reached towards the table and grabbed the movie, “it’s the recording you two made yesterday. The only copy, actually, I deleted the file from my laptop this morning.”
“Umm, why?” Sam asked, looking confused “it took us, like, two hours to film that, what happens if you lose it?”
“I don’t think you understand what I mean,” I locked eyes with both girls before continuing, “Not the recording WE made yesterday. The recording YOU two made.”
Sam still seemed puzzled, but comprehension was dawning on Carly. Still, she was hesitant to ask, in case she was wrong “you mean…”
“I mean, the recording you two made yesterday, while I was gone” Carly looked shocked, and suddenly the meaning of all this hit Sam and she understood.
“YOU LITTLE CREEP!” she shrieked at me, and then she seemed almost to run out of words, instead raising her hands and throttling the empty air before her.
“Wait!” I knew I needed to explain right then, or I might not get the chance, “I didn’t watch it! I- well, I saw you and Carly. And you took your shirt off. But after I realized… you know, after I realized what you two were doing, I shut it down. I took it off my computer, and the camera, and I brought this to give to you.”
“But you TAPED us! Jesus Freddie, maybe you should check your equipment, before you end up recording someone’s private conversation!”
“Your’conversation’. Is that what that was?” I snorted, and then choked as I realized what I had just let slip out of my mouth. The young girl in front of looked psychotic, and she actually bared her teeth and growled.
She seemed ready to launch herself at me, but luckily, before I had a chance to embarrass myself by panicking, Carly put a hand on Sam’s shoulder
“No, listen! Sam, this is a good thing.” The girl turned towards Carly in shock.
“How could this possibly be a good thing?! The little freak-“
But Carly cut her off again “he brought it back to us. He didn’t watch it! We should have known we could trust him, Sam, he’s a great guy.” She turned to look at me. “Freddie, Sam and I did talk yesterday, before that stuff happened. We have feelings for each other, and… well, we’re together now. Like a couple.”
Sam turned to look at Carly with admiration and uncontainable excitement. Maybe this was news to her, or else she just liked hearing her lover say so out loud. Either way, the statement seemed to calm all of us, the two girls staring at each other and obviously in love, and myself, believing Carly when she said she trusted me. It was a nice feeling.
I was still clutching the DVD, and after a second I held it up “this belongs to you two. I would have just deleted the video, but I thought I should leave that up to you”
Sam stared hard at the small plastic disk, eventually tearing her eyes away to look at her friend. Or her girlfriend, I guess. “What should we do with it?” she asked, her voice quiet.
Carly turned to look at the disk as well, pausing before she said “I think we should watch it”
The other girl considered for a moment, and I stood watching the two of them, awkward but for some reason unwilling to leave. A moment’s thought and Sam nodded “yeah, that could be hot.”
“I think Freddie should watch it with us.” Carly finished, and the case slipped from my hand, Sam and I both staring in shock. As I knelt to grab it off the floor, I heard her ask the same question I was thinking.
“Are you sure?” Sam sounded completely incredulous.
“If you’re ok with that. He doesn’t have to, if you feel really weird about it, but I think we should let him in. He just proved we can trust him, and we wouldn’t even have this if it wasn’t for Freddie”
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I controlled my expression as best as I could, waiting for Sam’s response. Never would I ever have believed things would go down like this.
“I guess he could…” she still seemed doubtful, but looked over at me quickly and then went on “after all, it’s the closest he’s ever going to get to a real girl.”

I’m not sure if I can really explain what I did next. Maybe you’ll think I overreacted, but everything about this situation came crashing down on me at once. I loved the two women standing in front of me more than just about anyone else in the world. Maybe romance was never going to work out with either of them, but for the past year I had been their lapdog, and couldn’t see myself with anyone else. Now they were both gone. On top of that, after spending an entire relationship on the outskirts of what the two of them had, Carly was ready to let me in, and not just to what they’d had before, but to this, this new thing. She wanted me there with them and Sam couldn’t bring herself to let that happen, not without letting me know she thought I didn’t deserve it.
So I guess I snapped. I was livid, angrier at the girl than I had ever been at anyone in my whole life. I walked up to her and stood, my face inches away from hers, and saw in her eyes that she knew as well as I did that her words had changed something. Neither of us was sure how, really, but we both knew that we would never feel exactly the same about each other ever again.
But she didn’t flinch, or back away, at least at first. She stood, looking me straight in the eyes until I spoke.
“Fuck you, Sam”
And there was the reaction. The hurt and shock that I had never before been able to cause her darkened the pretty features on her face as she stepped back like I’d slapped her.
I wasn’t done though. This was just getting started; I was in deep now and didn’t plan on quitting till I knew she understood.
“I could have watched this,” I waved the disk in her face “last night. No one was there to stop me, neither of you would ever have known. But I didn’t. Do you know why?”
Sam was hurt, but she wasn’t going to take that kind of treatment without trying to fight back.
“You- you didn’t watch it b- because you scared of-“
I cut across her “b-because I’m sc- scared of you?” I mocked, laughing. “Oh, yeah. PLEASE, Sam, don’t hit me with another snide comment, I don’t know if I can take it.” I paused for breath, “I didn’t watch this because I was sure there was some part of you that was worth respecting. I was positive that there had to be a reason I was your friend.”
My words were having a visible effect on her. Sam didn’t stutter, she was never unsure, and she didn’t let things like this go. But my anger made me fearless, and cruel, so I pushed on.
“Everybody knows about your ‘situation’ Sam. Everybody makes excuses for you. ‘We better go easy on the poor girl, her mom’s a real bitch.’ When was the last time you really took a good look at your life though, huh? Because up until today you had a friend who would have done anything for you. And there's Carly. And Spencer, who’s better than any parent you could have asked for. And now you have the most wonderful girlfriend and- and you’re running out of excuses to act like a jerk, but you just can’t stop!”
Sam was crying now, silent and still, with just a few tears running down her cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Carly, frozen and confused. I was sure that the moment Sam or I looked over at her, the spell would break and she would take a side. I was also pretty sure she wasn’t going to take my side.
It didn’t matter though. When Sam had started crying, my rage had left me. I was numb and unsure, but still not quite finished.
“I’m done putting up with you Sam. I’m not going to stand around and beg to be included anymore. And I’m definitely not going to watch this” again I raised the hand holding the DVD “while you sit there and hide behind your mean and tough act because you’re too scared to disagree with Carly.” I tossed the recording on the kitchen counter. “You two enjoy.”
I left without another word, not looking back.

The idea had been to make a stand. To look Sam in the eye, gather up what little dignity I had left and walk out with my head held high. But as I stepped across the hall, it didn’t feel like I’d won any battles, or proved a big impressive point. It only felt like I’d yelled at a friend, and hurt her to make myself feel better. It was a disgusting feeling, like I was covered with slime.
The worst part was, I couldn’t apologize. I couldn’t go back and try to say I hadn’t meant any of it, because as ashamed as I was, I HAD meant it. I knew I couldn’t lie to her now just because I wanted to make things better.
I entered my own apartment, and as could be expected, my mother was standing there in front of me, angry or upset or maybe just paranoid about something. She raised a finger to point at me, her mouth open to speak, and I braced myself for a lecture on whatever she was obsessing over.
But it didn’t happen. I don’t know if I looked different, or if she could somehow sense for once that this was not the time, but she closed her mouth and moved quietly out of my way, and I walked to my room, shutting the door behind me.
I lay in bed for a while, not thinking about anything at all. It was strange, but it had never been so easy to keep my mind blank. I felt like I didn’t have anything left that was worth thinking about.
Before long there was a soft tap on the door and my mother came in, with a cup of tea. She asked if I wanted to talk and I said no, thank you. Then she left. It was never that easy with her, I guess I must have seemed really messed up.
I lay on my side, staring at the cup of tea, watching as the thick vapor floating up from the steaming surface of the liquid twisted and curled through the air, eventually fading as the drink cooled. There was another knock at the door.
I assumed it was my mother, and opened my mouth to tell her to go away, but before I got the words out the door swung open and Sam walked in.
I closed my mouth, swinging my legs around to sit up on the edge of the bed and without a word she walked over to sit next to me. She seemed unwilling to look me in the face, but I couldn’t force myself to look away from her. I noticed with a stab of regret that her eyes were still red and puffy.
“My mom just let you in my room?” I asked her, for lack of anything better to start with. My mother, like most adults, was not very fond of Sam.
“I told her we weren’t speaking, but that I had to apologize first before I left you alone. She almost threw me a parade after that.”
“Are you really here to apologize?” I asked her, unsure.
“Yeah.” She said, and stopped, looking at the floor.
“All right. Before you do, I have something I need to say. I won’t try and take back what happened this morning, but I feel bad about throwing your mother in your face like that. I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
“No, you shouldn’t have” she agreed, and for the first time since she came in she looked up to meet my gaze, “that was really hurtful. But I’m not angry.”
She stopped again, and looked back at the carpet, “you were right, about what you said. You and Carly both, I guess. We talked for a while after you left. But everything you’ve done, Freddie… even today, bringing the video to us without watching it…”
It seemed like she knew where she wanted to end up, but was having trouble making her thoughts fit together.
“And what you said, about how you would have done anything for me. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about that. I believe you meant it. Even with all of our history I know you care about me that much.”
I looked at her as she talked, unsure if I should respond or wait for her to continue, but even as I decided to speak, I realized I didn’t actually have anything to say. So I waited, and eventually she kept going.
“I want you to know that I don’t think I can handle losing that kind of friend. I don’t know if you can believe me, but I think I can be the kind of person that would do anything for you, too.” Her words started pouring out, and it looked like she was on the edge of tears again “I know I’m really nasty and I say things that hurt you, and you’re right, because all that stuff just comes out like vomit and I can’t stop it, but I don’t like making you feel that way. I want you to stay with me, and Carly, so I can work on doing better. And really, Freddie, I want you to watch the video with us. I really do.”
I still had no words that seemed right. The young girl was sitting about an arms length away, and feeling a little awkward, I reached out a hand to place it on her shoulder. As soon as I touched her, she collapsed, leaning over to rest her head in my lap, curling up beside me on my bed.
“I’m really sorry, Freddie, about everything. Especially about getting all worked up over this. The past couple of days have been so crazy. Carly made me promise I’d wait for her before I told you everything, but there’s so much that’s been going on. I’ve never cried so much in my life, I hate it!”
I ran a hand through her hair, softly. I wondered at the fact that this, sitting here with her, all of a sudden seemed so easy and natural.
“Shouting at people feels pretty crappy too” I said, “maybe you should stick to the insults and I can go back to being the pansy”
A weak chuckle floated up from my lap. “That’s what we’re best at. I kind of like the new you, though.”
“I hated it. Seeing you cry, I mean. I just felt sick with myself”
Sam sat up, moving closer to me so she could pull me in and hug me. “Will you come back over?” she asked, her words slightly muffled with her face buried in my shoulder. She pulled apart “Spencer just left the apartment, and Carly and I really want to watch the video. But we’re not going to do it without you.”
I stood up and reached down to pull my friend to her feet as well. I hugged her again, and we stood like that for awhile until I moved away and nodded.
“We should go, then,” she said “I’m not sure how long Spencer’s going to be gone”

We left the room together and I saw my mother, sitting at the dining room table waiting. I watched her expression darken as she saw us and realized that we had made up.
“So, everything is ok between you two?” she asked, and as she stood up, the disappointment dripping from her voice was obvious. I glanced at Sam and saw her face fall as well. Normally I don’t think my mom’s words would have gotten to her, but she seemed emotionally exhausted at the moment.
I stared at my mother for a second, and smiled before I began. “Yeah, everything is great now. But you should be happy, mom. Sam is the best friend I could ever have.”
Something felt different. Arguing with Sam, or my mom, that happened all the time. But now I was confidant, so sure of myself. I knew the effect my words would have on the two women, and marveled as I watched the scene play out.
Sam’s face lit up, almost the same expression I had seen when Carly told me the two of them were dating. My mother stood, seeming unsure for just a second before she looked Sam up and down appraisingly. Then she smiled.
“Well, OF COURSE I’m happy, sweetheart! Samantha’s such a wonderful young lady. You know, I always get so worried when the two of you fight.” If you hadn’t known better, you would have sworn that my mother had always adored the girl standing beside me “would you two like a snack, or something? I hardly ever get a chance to talk with you, Sam, it would be nice to sit around and ‘hang out’ for awhile.”
I knew Sam was pleased with the sudden change in my mom’s attitude, and she hardly ever turned down free food. But my mother’s obsession with healthy eating was infamous, and it was hard not to laugh as I watched a look of horror flit across the blonde’s face. “Er, no thank you, Mrs. Benson,” she said “we really have to get back to Carly and let her know everything’s all right”
“Of course dear,” my mom was still beaming at the girl “you come over anytime you like, though, ok?”
Sam thanked my mother again with a grace and gratitude that was surprisingly sincere, and we left together, walking across the empty hallway back to Carly’s place.
My other friend was sitting on the couch waiting anxiously, and as we entered the room Carly leapt to her feet and ran over, pulling us both into a giant hug, “I knew you two would make up!” she pulled away and despite the claim of confidence, I could see tears of relief on her cheeks. “Are you guys ready to do this?”
Sam nodded “I’ll put the video in” she ran across the room and shoved a DVD into the player, moving back to join Carly and me on the couch. My heart was racing, and the incredulity I had felt when Carly first offered to include me was again addling my brain. I honestly could not believe what I was about to see.
Sam grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, and I sat, confused. Playing on screen was the cartoon we had been watching the night before.
“Um, Sam… did you grab the wrong disk?”I stared at her, and she looked back at me, apparently sharing my confusion.
“No, why? I thought you wanted to finish thi- OH! Did you think I meant I wanted you to watch the OTHER movie with us?”
I just sat with my mouth hanging open, and after a second the girls began cracking up.
“I’m sorry, Freddie, I just couldn’t resist.” Sam stood to switch disk and I leaned back in my seat, grinning. It was a really dumb joke, but I was happy to see that the dynamic between Sam and I hadn’t completely changed. She was still willing to tease me, but you could tell the usual bite in her comment was gone, that it was just good natured fun.
She sat down and again pressed the play button, and this time an image of the loft upstairs appeared on the television. I watched as, on screen, I said my goodbye to the two of them and left, and they stood, waiting to make sure I was out of earshot.
The first ten minutes or so was the pair of them talking. Without me to aim the camera, they were off-screen most of the time, but their voices carried through clearly. I was anxious to see the part of the tape I had only got a quick taste of the night before, but even so I was glad neither of the two of them skipped right to the action. The conversation was touching, and the things they talked about answered all the questions I had about the past couple days.
Eventually the tape went silent for a moment, and I heard Carly let out a moan of disappointment “we missed our first kiss!” she said sadly.
Sam was about to respond, but on camera the pair were talking again, and walked back into the frame, lying down on the carpet. We were all completely silent for the next hour and a half, watching in amazement.
The two of them looked fantastic together. The chemistry they had on the web show did not desert them in this unusual situation, and their amazing teen bodies were beautiful. The scene I had imagined after first learning what had happed paled in comparison to reality.
“That was so hot” Sam said, once it was finished. She sounded out of breath.
“So hot.” Carly agreed, nodding her head and finally tearing her eyes away from the silent, empty studio on the television. She giggled “Freddie thinks so too”
She pointed at my lap and I blushed, a huge erection sticking strait up under my jeans. It was pointless to hide it though, both of the girls had seen the same thing I had and could have guessed the state I was in even if they were in a different room.
“We need to make another one.” Carly sounded absolutely sure, and I agreed with her. It would be criminal not to make another video.
“I can set up the tripod for you guys right now!” I was excited, I’d be able to adjust the focus and zoom this time and the next film would look ten times better than the last one. And the last one looked pretty good, all things considered.
“No” Sam was shaking her head, and I was disappointed. It was her call though, I knew neither Carly nor I was going to try and force her.
“Sam, I thought you liked it!” the brunette actually sounded a little hurt.
“No, that’s not what I meant. We definitely need to make another one, it’s just,” she looked at me “Freddie can’t just set up a camera and leave, that’s dumb. He needs to be there with us to tape it! It’ll be a lot less fun if we have to worry about the angles and everything, and I want to be able to move around. You said it yourself; we even missed our first kiss.”
I was dumbfounded. Even Carly looked a little surprised, but she was still nodding enthusiastically. “You’re right. The only reason this one turned out ok was because we didn’t know the camera was on. We just got lucky.” She looked at Sam “do you want to do it now?”
“No, not now” said Sam, sarcastic “we should wait until we’re a little more turned on.”
I jumped up and ran to the door. Turning to face them, my hand on the knob, I said “go get ready. I’ll meet you in the loft, with the camera” and then I was gone, sprinting out the door, running into my room. I grabbed the camera, the battery, and my laptop, and was back across the hall in less than five seconds. When I entered the apartment though, the girls were already gone. I hurried over to the elevator and pressed the button, waiting impatiently. After half a second I gave up on the stupid thing, turning instead to run up the stairs. I burst into the loft and felt disappointment crash down on me. I had hoped the two of them would be up here, waiting, but apparently they had decided to change or something first. I set up my equipment faster than I had ever managed to before, and still had enough time to double check everything five times before I finally heard the elevator clank to a stop.
They stepped out, still in their pajamas, but I could see they had decided to remove their bras before starting. Apparently, they didn’t want to waste time on camera removing unnecessary clothing. The girls stepped forward onto the rug, and turned to look at me.
“All right, guys, I’m ready whenever you are. Go for it!” they nodded, but neither moved, except to awkwardly shuffle their feet or glance at one another nervously.
“Oh, come on! You had no problem yesterday! And I know you must’ve done it like, twenty times since then! What’s the deal?”
“We had no idea we were being filmed yesterday, duh.” Sam fidgeted some more. “It’s just weird. I mean, I want you to stay, but with the camera and everything…”
She broke off, and I thought for a second. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me, and I was sure I knew what was missing.
“All right, guys, just get ready. In five, four, three, two” I mouthed ‘one’, flicking the record button, and it was like magic. All at once they were on each other, ripping off each other’s clothes as fast as possible and kissing passionately. Reaching for the bottom of Sam's orange tank top, Carly broke apart and pulled it up, sliding her tongue between her lips to lick gently at a pink, exposed nipple. Sam let out a soft moan and I felt my knees begin to tremble. I fought hard not to let the camera shake, reminding myself I had to make this look good. Well, I had to film it well. It already looked fantastic.
I made a conscious effort to do this the right way. The girls were completely ignoring me and for once that was just what I wanted. I was invisible to them, and all I had to do was move around and point the camera at what I wanted to see anyway. I’d focus on the best angle, and it would come out great.
This in mind, I found my feet moving almost of their own accord. I circled around them until I was looking at the girls in profile. Sam was running a hand through Carly’s thick hair as the girl continued to gently lick her tits, switching her attention between the two nipples ever couple of seconds. At the same time both girls were pushing down the waistbands of the loose pants, and they fell to the floor, one after another.
I moved again, slightly behind Sam so I could pan up from the back of her claves, following the silky skin up to her firm butt. Carly pulled away to take off her own shirt, the last piece of clothing either girl had on. Then they were together again, kissing, and Carly reached around to grab big handfuls of Sam’s ass. Sam did the same to her dark haired friend, and for awhile it seemed like they completely lost track of everything. They moved around the loft at random, their feet shifting across the floor with unfocused but uncontainable energy, and I walked with them, moving the camera around to get a close up of their kiss.
That too, seemed unfocused. At times they would lightly lick and suck each other’s lips, softly caressing each other with tiny pecks. Then the pace would increase and suddenly they would be desperately locked together, pushing delicate pink tongues into each other’s mouths, forcing their faces together so furiously it almost looked painful. It seemed to go on forever, and eventually I backed away, letting the camera admire their tender bodies as they moved around the studio together.
I looked at Carly, mesmerized. Her skin was creamy, with just a hint of rosy pink. Her legs were a little skinny, and didn’t yet have the curves that you could see forming on the rest of her figure, but as you followed the shape up from her thighs and saw them join to her hips, the femininity of her figure hit you full force. Her hips and waist were just right, flaring out and then curving in, and in the middle of it all, a small dark patch of hair that caught my eye whenever the two of them moved apart far enough for it to peek out. Above the narrow waist, there was a tiny, firm chest and beautiful pink nipples. Small arms, as skinny as her legs, and shapely neck completed the picture, all of this amazing body attached to the face of a girl consumed with lust and affection.
Sam was tanner than Carly, and in the afternoon sunlight streaming in the window her complexion seemed almost golden. She had the legs that her friend had not yet developed, and I pulled my eyes away from the viewfinder of the camera to stare at them, in the flesh. They were definitely still skinny, but looked like the legs of any other adult you would admire on the street. Her knees were tinged slightly red, and I thought back to the last video, smiling to myself. Sam had most likely spent a good deal of time kneeling, in the past day.
Her ass was hands down my favorite feature. It was small and tight, and when viewed from the side you could see exactly how full it was, the firmness and bounce evident as she moved with her friend, sliding sideways towards me at the moment. I backed up with the two of them, making sure they stayed in frame.
The blonde’s waist caught your eye as well. She had a tight flat stomach, and just the faintest hint of muscle could be seen. She had a better six-pack than I did, but after thinking it over, I decided it looked better on her anyway.
Her breasts were about the same size as Carly’s, maybe just slightly bigger. It was plain that both of them had yet to fully develop in that area, but until that happened, they both had enough to get by. A little less than a handful, but more than enough to enjoy.
As though Sam had heard my thoughts, she removed a hand from Carly’s ass and brought it up between them, running two fingers softly over the sensitive skin. A shiver passed through Carly, then a moan escaped her lips, and she pulled away.
The kiss broken, Sam seemed to decide it was time to move onto something more interesting. After a quick nip on Carly’s neck, and a gentle pinch to the nipple she was caressing, Sam turned and fell into a beanbag chair a few feet away. Her body sank into the large cushion and she was lying almost flat, her head raised a little, looking forward at Carly, her body inches above the floor.
The brunette smiled, and taking the hint, dropped to the floor between her friend’s legs. She began gently kissing the skin of Sam’s inner thighs, and I moved forward, careful to get the intimacy on film.
As Carly’s head moved forward, getting closer and closer to Sam’s glistening cunt, the soft kisses gave way to small licks. Sam squirmed in her seat, impatient, moaning. Carly closed the distance, reaching a hand up to spread her friend’s lips before sticking her tongue out and running it up the exposed, deep pink skin. Sam moaned again, louder. Her hands came up to rest on the back of Carly’s head, pushing her in deeper, and her friend responded by grabbing Sam’s thighs and pulling herself forward. Both of them seemed despite to press Carly’s mouth against Sam as hard as they could.
They were too close together at this point for the camera to see exactly what was going on between Sam’s legs, but Carly’s head was bobbing fast, and the blonde had removed a hand from her friend’s hair to softly tweak one of her own nipples. She was squirming around wildly now, her legs twitching as she let out sharp gasps and high pitched squeals.
Before long Carly lessened the pressure against her friend’s snatch, pulling her face away slightly but continuing her attentions with the tip of her tongue. It was plain that in the short time since they had started this relationship, both women had already learned a lot about each other’s bodies. Carly quickly increased the speed of her tongue, at the same time brought one slender finger up to slide inside her friend.
Sam’s gasps turned to screams of delight. Her hips were in the air now, and Carly’s free hand was roaming over the blonde’s tight form. While the motion of the mouth and fingers at her friends pussy were very precise, the other hand was groping wildly, desperate to make contact with as much soft skin as possible
Sam reached out to grab the hand, and held it tightly in her own. She continued to scream in pleasure and the time seemed to stretch on as the blond kept twitching and shouting, Carly never letting up for even a second. It had to be ten minutes later before Sam finally collapsed back into the bean bag chair, her eyes closed as she whimpered softly. Carly pulled away and fell back, sitting with her upper body propped up on one elbow. I moved around to focus the camera on her, with her legs splayed out in front of her and soft moisture glistening on her chin. She smiled at the camera and moved her free hand to her own cunt, rubbing and petting softly before raising the digits to her mouth and sucking the mingled juices off of them. Then she took the hand and began tracing a line up and down her flat belly.
She grinned wickedly up at me, and she looked magnificent. I felt a slight tickle on my ankle and brought my other foot up to brush at the spot, unwilling to look away. As soon as I set my leg down, however, the sensation returned and I glanced down, annoyed.
The irritation turned to amazement as I saw Sam’s hand lazily caressing my leg. Carly followed my gaze and we both stared in disbelief until Sam finally opened her eyes to look at her girlfriend.
She giggled at the expression on Carly’s face before speaking “I think we should talk,” she began “How would you feel about having an open relationship?”
My heart skipped a beat, and Carly stared up at me, her face blank. Eventually she smiled, and sat up higher, reaching a hand out to grasp the front of my shirt.
“You have no idea how lucky you are.” She purred, and then yanked hard and I was on top of her, and we were kissing, deeply. It was a scene I had envisioned my times before, and the taste of Sam and herself on the young girl’s lips drove me wild with desire. I had just enough presence of mind to set the camera on the floor and slide it away from us. I could only hope the lens was pointing in our general direction, but it didn’t really matter if it wasn’t. The rest of the video would be poor quality anyway, and I hardly cared at that point.
I pulled the girl tighter against me, and somewhere in the back of my mind heard Sam shift in her seat, presumably getting a better view of this new development. I ran my hands down Carly’s waist, reveling in the smoothness of her skin as our tongues met through parted lips.
Grabbing her firmly by the hips, I rolled onto my back, moving her on top of me. She sat up and began unbuttoning my shirt, and at the same time I kicked off my shoes, cursing the many layers of cloth separating my bare body from hers.
Once the shoes were off, I struggled to remove my socks with just my feet. It was unimaginably awkward, and Carly was having just as much trouble getting my shirt off as I lay on my back. Eventually though, the button down top and socks were both off, and I gave a groan as I realized a tee shirt was still covering my chest. I sat up as best as I could, and by sheer force Carly ripped it up over my head, tossing it aside. She leaned forward to rub small hands up and down my chest, and I shuddered at the sensation. She was grinding her pelvis into mine, still blocked from making direct contact with me by the thick khaki pants I had not removed, but nevertheless she moaned in delight as she ground her dripping pussy against the rough fabric covering a large bulge in my shorts.
Sam had stood up to get a better view, and now moved around to kneel beside me. She leaned over and I brought my face up close to hers, and we kissed, for the second time. The first, so many months ago, had been hesitant, unsure, but still enjoyable, but now we were possessed with desire and it was insistent. We locked lips and explored each other’s mouths. I moved a hand from the brunette’s hip to cup the soft flesh of Sam's breast, and she moaned, the vibration of the sound making my tongue tingle and sending shivers down my spine.
Carly swung herself off of me and began struggling with my pants. I brought my hips up to help her remove them, and again, with a strength aided by impatience, she simply ripped the clothing from my body, not even bothering to unfasten the button. My boxer shorts came down with them, and now I was completely naked, as bare as the two women kneeling about me.
Sam and I continued to kiss, but suddenly it was my turn to moan. Carly had run her fingers gently up from the base of my cock to the tip, and my entire body quivered and jumped at her touch. It was so good, but not nearly enough. I groaned and she responded to my inarticulate plea, wrapping her hand around the member and giving it a small, almost hesitant stroke. It was ecstasy.
My head fell back against the floor. I no longer had the ability to do anything but lay flat and fight to keep my body still as Carly starting stroking faster, pushing her head between my legs to kiss my thighs exactly as she had kissed Sam. The blond, meanwhile, lowered her head and began to suck on my neck, biting softly at the skin every so often.
Carly’s hand felt strange… I’d touched myself before, and had been slightly embarrassed by the speed with which I was able to bring myself to orgasm. I had been afraid that, when I eventually found myself with an actual woman, I would finish just as quickly. But Carly was inexperienced with this, and the hesitant strokes were just unfamiliar enough to prolong the pleasure. I was sure that I would be able to last much longer like this than I could by myself.
But then I felt soft warmth envelop the head and the confidence in my staying power disappeared. I raised my head off the floor to see Carly, with her mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock. Her eyes met with mine, and she pulled away to smile at me briefly. The suction as her mouth left my penis made my entire body twitch, and Sam looked up as well. The two of us stared in amazement while our friend again lowered her had into my lap and slid my cock between her lips.
I’ll never forget the feeling of it. I had expected pressure, but instead I found just warmth, like silk soaked in hot water. I didn’t want to ask her to slow down or stop, but I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I reached for Sam’s waist and the girl responded to my guidance, swinging her body around to sit on my face. She lowered herself down, facing towards Carly, and even as my lips touched her wet cunt she leaned forward. Carly took her mouth for my cock and kissed the girl. I felt Sam squirm with the pleasure of the two sets of lips caressing her body.
Then the girls both lowered their heads downward, not to suck but just gently licking me, sharing the new experience with one another. It was less intense than simply Carly’s mouth alone had been, but the combination of the soft tongues and the musky aroma invading my nostrils was making my crazy, and I shuddered, realizing I was almost there.
“I- I can’t hold…” I tried to warn them, and they seemed to hear me. The moved their faces away, instead kissing each other again, passionate, and now it was Sam’s hand on my penis, stroking fast. I squirmed underneath her, trying as hard as I could not to move my tongue from between her lips, and suddenly it happened. The pleasure shook my body and it felt like an explosion, more intense that anything I’d ever experienced. It lasted for a long time, and Sam kept up the motion until I lay completely still beneath her.
She rolled off, and the three of us lay together on the floor for a long time. I was in the middle of the two girls, and eventually we all caught our breath and sat up to look at one another. There was warmth between us that I had never felt before, and I beamed at the two of them. Without speaking, Sam stood and held up her hand, covered in white goo.
Carly laughed as she too raised herself to her feet, breaking the silence, “We have some tissues somewhere, hold on” I watched her walking away for a second before turning my head to look at Sam.
“That was incredible,” I told her, and she smiled.
“We’re not done yet, Freddie. I hope you’re not tired, because we’re just getting started.”
I laid back and smiled to myself. I was exhausted, actually, but still positive that somehow, I would find the energy to keep going. Carly walked back to us with a box of Kleenex, and as Sam wiped my cum from her fingers I heard her ask “what do we do with the video? Do you guys want to watch it, before we keep going?”
“I think,” started Carly, and I saw her glance over at the camera “I think that we need to show this to Spencer.”
Sam had been absolutely right. We were just getting started.