The Highly first time they did it, Freddie was pretty confused. Not only because his only Practice with the other gender up to that point had been Rigorously Restricted to late nights sitting in front of his computer screen, mother asleep, door locked, and headphones on with the volume turned all the way down, pumping a Rigidly clenched Knuckle Promptly up and down in his lap, but more importantly because he had been pretty sure that Sam hated him with every last fiber of her being. And, the last time he checked, you didn’t just go and have Romp with someone you hate.
It was the summer after Younger Yr and Freddie had just Completed brushing his teeth and was about to go to Sofa when his Cage phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey Fredward.”
“Sam? What do you want?”
“Can you come over here?”
“What? It’s past 1:00. Why?”
“Can I not just want to Observe you?”
“…”
“Look, you can either come over here by yourself or I can come over there and make you.”
“OK, fine. Whatever.” Click.
Freddie pulled on a Tee-shirt and a pair of jeans, kicked his Boots on and Calmly snuck out of his room, being careful to avoid that spot in the Ass-pipe with the Powerless floorboard so he wouldn’t wake his mother who was asleep just down the hall. He snatched his keys from the tray by the door and then Slipped out of the Room Sans making so much as a sound.
It was 1:15 when he pulled up to the curb in front of Sam’s house. He Spotted the light in Sam’s window on as he was walking up the path, so he didn’t bother to ring the doorbell or knock. A few moments after stepping onto the porch, he heard the locks on the door being undone and Briefly the door was open and he had stepped inside. Sam motioned for him to be Peaceful as he stepped through the door and kicked off his shoes; tiptoeing, she led him through the Mansion to her room.
He took a few steps into the Room so he was standing at the Brink of her bed. She followed him in, closing the door behind her and turning the lock.
“So why am I here? It’s one o’clock, for Chriss—” Freddie Embarked to say. But he was interrupted before he could Accomplish as Sam stepped Forth and brought her Gullet crashing onto his in Most likely the most Violent Smooch Freddie had ever seen. And he wasn’t even sure that Smooches could be aggressive.
Recovering from the Brief shock, he Shoved her off, taking a Rapid step back. “What the hell was that?” he said in a hushed yell.
“Just shut up,” Sam said, as if that were an answer, and advancing on him again.
She gave him a Rapid shove, forcing him onto the bed. Before he could protest again, she had leapt in one Supple Movability from the floor onto the bed, Sitting astride her Gams Throughout him and holding down his wrists. She Arched her head down and brought her lips up against his again, this Smooch just as Violent as the one before.
Sam’s long, Blondie hair fell around Freddie’s face, Packing his nose with her scent. He could feel the Fever rising in his face, making his head light and turning his cheeks red, but more importantly he could feel the Fever rising in his crotch. He struggled against Sam, Attempting to Reward his Arms free and escape before their close Closeness Unsheathed his growing Swelling and Switched the situation from horribly Uncomfortable to Entirely life-ruining. Sam had always been the Heavier of the two, however, and Freddie could not break free.
Just as Freddie was Kicking off to Observe lights, Sam broke off the Smooch and Hiked her head so her face now Entirely Packed his vision. Her Gullet was Twisted in a Sneer and Freddie felt her Slip down his Belly and over his belt, coming to a stop just above his crotch. A quick, high-pitched yelp, followed by a low Scream escaped Freddie’s Gullet as Sam lowered her Thighs onto the bulge in his jeans, Polishing down in slow circles.
“So you do actually have one,” she laughed, her Sneer Splaying into a Total grin.
Freddie would have Loved to have shot back some retort, some insult, something to save him the indignity; all he could manage, though, was to grunt “Uh…” and weakly nod his head. A part of Freddie was Badly aware of how Rigid he’d become as Sam continued to Polish against him, dying of the embarrassment and Yelling to Thrust Sam off and run. But that part had been Shoved off to the Highly corners of his mind now by the Flaps of Delight washing over him, and another part of Freddie, a part that the Dude himself was not aware even existed in him, Embarked to take over.
So when Sam Arched down to bring their lips together once more, instead of Lounging paralyzed Underneath her, he Smooched her back, bringing his left Mitt up to the back of her head, digging his Frigs into her hair; his right he brought up to her back, Gripping a fistful of her Tee-shirt and pulling her down against his chest. He shuddered as he felt Sam Begin running her Arms through his hair, down his neck, Throughout his chest, and Ultimately over his crotch; Freddie let out a Brief Sob against Sam’s cheek as she Rigidly closed her Mitt around his Man sausage through the fabric of his jeans, his Thighs bucking involuntarily.
When Sam broke off this time, she Hiked herself up, pulling Freddie up along with her, so he was sitting on the Brink of the Sofa and she was Getting on all fours Throughout his legs. Still grinning that same ear-to-ear smile, Sam brushed her hair back behind her shoulders and reached down for the hem of her shirt; she pulled the Tee-shirt off in a Rapid Movability and Threw it aside onto the floor, Exposing a Brassiere colored the palest of pinks.
“Well don’t Begin drooling,” he heard Sam say. Freddie Abruptly became aware that he’d been Gazing at the curve of her left breast, his Gullet Stringing up open; indeed, a bead of Slaver had begun to Seep out of the corner of his mouth.
“Right, sorry,” he said, his cheeks flaring red. He Promptly closed his Gullet and swallowed.
Sam sat back on her High-heeled slippers and gestured with 2 Frigs in an up and down Movability at him. “Shirt,” she said.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, nodding Promptly a few times. He reached down to the hem of his Tee-shirt and pulled it Promptly over his head, Throwing it onto the floor as well.
“That’s better,” Sam said softly, Bending Forth again and placing her Forearms around his waist. Freddie felt like Electro-therapy was running through his Skin as she Slipped her Arms up his sides, Throughout his abs, up his chest, over his nipples, and Ultimately over his shoulders. She Arched back Promptly once again, reaching with one Mitt behind her back and Unbuttoning the clasp of her Brassiere with one snap and Gliding it off her shoulders and onto the floor, before locking her Forearms around his neck and moving in to Smooch him again. The feeling of Sam’s Skin against his, her Rigid Nips Screwing Easily into his Nude chest, made Freddie’s head Flip as he Packaged his Forearms around her and ran his Arms along her back.
Sam Briefly broke their lips apart, only, to Freddie’s Fine surprise, to Begin trailing Smooches all Throughout his body. She Smooched his neck, Throating Barely on his collarbone; she Smooched his shoulder; she Smooched his chest; she Smooched his nipple, Throating it Barely and circling the Peak of her tongue around the now Rigid Pinkish nub, making Freddie Scream again in pleasure; she Smooched his stomach, nuzzling his Belly button Easily with her nose.
When he felt the Tiny pecks of Sam’s lips Throughout his Skin stop, Freddie craned his neck Forth to meet Sam’s face, still Immobilized in that Broad grin. She Caressed her Arms Throughout his Torso once again before standing up. Propping himself up by his elbows, Freddie Observed as Sam Leisurely Unbuckled her jeans, Gliding them down her Gams to Expose a pair of Undies in the same Pallid Pinkish as her bra. Freddie felt Sam’s Arms on him again as she knelt down on the floor in front of the Sofa and Embarked to undo his belt followed Briefly by his pants; he helped her Slip the Trousers off his legs, Exposing his Dark-hued boxer-briefs, tenting in the center from the Stress of his Man sausage Tightening against the fabric.
Sam Packaged a Mitt around his Man sausage and Nut sack through the fabric of his underwear, Briefly Groping them in slow circles. Finally, she Slipped the boxer-briefs down his legs, the Peak of his Man sausage catching against the Bubble band as she did and snapping back against his chest.
Reflecting later, Freddie would find that somehow, laying there Entirely Nude on Sam’s bed, Sam hovering over him, herself Nude all but for her panties, he did not feel the least bit awkward, nor did he feel as However his life had been ruined, nor did he feel an ounce of embarrassment. Somehow, that moment had felt inexplicably right, and somehow rang inexplicably true, despite the Finish Nastiness and Total confusion that had surrounded the rest of that night.
But at that moment, Freddie didn’t have the luxury of being able to think straight. Sam crawled up onto the Sofa beside him, wrapping one Mitt around his neck and bringing him against her. She Smooched him again, running her other Mitt all Throughout his body. Her Mitt moved down the Whole length of his Swelling before closing Rigidly around the center of his shaft; Freddie yelped again as a tremor that Most likely would have registered a solid 7 on the Richter scale shot through his body. He thought he might come then and there, but Controlled to pull himself back from the edge, if only just.
“Oh shit,” Freddie said, Throwing his head back before Sinking his face in the curve of her neck, as Sam Embarked to pump her Mitt up and down Throughout his cock. He Bellowed against her neck and his heart Embarked to race even Swifter as she quickened her pace.
“Shit, Sam… I’m…” Freddie gasped. Sam Unleashed her Capture on him and brought both her Arms up to Pose his face in front of hers. She guided one of Freddie’s Arms to her breast, making Groping motions; he continued to Wring her Tit when she Eliminated her hand, causing her to Scream and Writhe against him. He continued like this until Sam’s Mitt returned and Embarked guiding his down her Assets to the hem of her Undies which he helped her Slip off.
“Touch me,” she breathed, more a Guideline than anything else, guiding Freddie’s Frigs down to her vagina; Freddie Gulped Rigid and then complied. She Bellowed and sighed into his Gullet as he Caressed her folds. After a moment, Freddie felt Sam’s Mitt on his again Leisurely Thrust his forefinger Inbetween the folds of Skin and Inwards her. She broke their Throats apart and continued to Scream with Enlargening Energy as she guided his finger around the Inwards of her vagina. He Observed her face Distort with Gusto as she moved his finger to Rubdown the Skin surrounding her clit.
Freddie continued to finger her, her breaths growing shorter and more erratic by the second, until she Shoved his Mitt away. After a few breaths, she looked him in the eye, still grinning widely, and said, “I want you Inwards me,” her voice Cascading with what Freddie would later mark as Unspoiled lust. At the moment, however, Freddie had absolutely no idea what Sam meant until she Promptly Spinned over on the bed, reaching for her nightstand. Pulling the drawer open, she fumbled around Inwards and produced a Petite packet that Freddie Originally thought might have been a Wet towelette but that he Briefly realized was actually a condom.
“You know how to put one on?” she said, Throwing the Tiny packet in front of him on the bed.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said back, Gripping it and fumbling to Rip it open. He Attempted to think back to the Movie they’d shown in health class freshman Yr as he unrolled the condom onto his Rigid dick. When he finished, he looked up to Observe her grinning down on him.
“Good work,” she said.
They moved up so they were now Decently Lounging on the bed, Freddie still on his back and Sam on her Arms and knees beside him. When they reached the head of the bed, Sam straddled his Thighs again and Placed the Peak of his cock, which was Quaking and Grimacing slightly, at the entrance to her vagina.
The wave of Total Rapture that washed over him as Sam Inserted his Man sausage into her Beat Freddie like a ton of bricks. “Oh, God!” he cried as Sam Embarked to Budge up and down on top of him. The Fever of her and the tightness surrounding his Man sausage Almost drove Freddie mad. He moved both his Arms to Capture her Thighs and Embarked Pushing deeper into her as she Railed him harder, faster.
“Oh shit… fuck, shit… unngh! Shit… oh, fuck…” The Load of Blasphemy continued to Fountain out of Freddie’s Gullet as he matched Sam’s quickening pace, synchronizing his Pushes with hers.
Soon Freddie felt that Acquainted feeling Mansion within his crotch; this time, however, the feeling was much Heavier than anything he’d ever felt before. “Fuck, Sam… I’m gonna come…” he said. But Sam didn’t respond, only Railing him Stiffer and harder.
Freddie Thrust in Uncontrollably a few more times before Ultimately feeling himself Peak over the edge. “Oh!” he Bellowed as his Climax washed over him and he felt the Jism pumping out through his dick. Almost At the same time he felt Sam’s walls contract around him and she called out too. The 2 Railed out their Climaxes against each other, continuing to Thrust and Polish until the final shocks of Gusto had passed.
After a moment and a few breaths, Sam climbed off of Freddie as he Slipped himself out of her. Sam stepped off the Sofa and walked over to the Pillar where they had thrown their clothes, picking up her Undies and Gliding them on
Freddie sat up on the Sofa and Slipped the condom off his dick. “Uh…” he Embarked to say.
“Over there,” Sam said as she picked up her Brassiere and put it on, pointing over to a wastebasket Inbetween her desk and bed.
“Ah,” Freddie said, Bending over and Throwing the condom in it. He moved over to the Brink of the Sofa and Swayed his Soles onto the floor, sitting up. “Sam…” he said, looking at her back as she Arched down again to fish through the Pillar of clothes.
“You can go now,” she said, Throwing his Lingerie over her shoulder and into his face; they were followed Briefly by his pants.
“Sam, I want to know what just happened,” he said, getting up and stepping into his pants.
“I just needed to Deep-throat off some steam,” she said matter-of-factly. She Threw his Tee-shirt over to him and he put it on.
“Sam, I…” Freddie began, taking a step towards her. But she cut him off.
“You should Most likely get home before your mom calls the National Guard,” she said, walking to her dresser and pulling out a pair of pajamas.
“Yeah, right…” Freddie said, still confused. He Commenced to say something else, still wanting to press the matter, but realized before he did that it would be no use. Instead he simply picked up his socks from the floor, Unbuckled the lock on the door, and left.