iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 2

iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 2 - iWant You to Understand Sam loves hanging out with Carly, but she feels slightly awkward around her, she makes her feel so strange. She finds out she's not the only one who feels this way when she goes over to Carly's house. BTW-I still don't own iCarly, and my chinchilla is still awesome *CARLY* I felt the pit of my stomach suddenly groan in pain, and my heart beat a million times faster than it's supposed to. "OH MY GOD" Freddie screamed. He looked disgusted, and, although my strongest feeling was fear, the fact that this somehow disgusted him made me angry. I looked over at Sam, and saw the terror written all over her face. She looked like she was afraid of Freddie. I laughed in my head at the absurdity of the thought. Why would she be afraid? I looked over at Freddie again, he didn't look disgusted anymore, just shocked, kind of like a lost puppy. I felt my empathy for him rebuilding and interfering with my better judgment, as it had so many times before. "Freddie…" I started, but what could I say? It's not what it looks like? It is what it looks like, that's the point. He had caught me and Sam in nothing whatsoever and we were pleasuring each other. Something he probably thought would never happen, something I thought would never happen. He stormed out of the room. I felt conflicted. I looked over at Sam, who was now covering herself with the cashmere blanket from our couch. She looked annoyed, but understood. "Go" she said. "Deal with ...

... Fredork's problem, I'll just watch TV and eat some leftover ribs". I giggled, "How can you be thinking about ribs!" "How couldn't I?" she responded. "With all they're meaty goodness." She looked gorgeous wrapped in the blanket with nothing on underneath. But that made me want to stay, and I had to leave right now. I was already relaxed thanks to Sam's never ending hunger as I walked over and into Freddie's apartment and onto his balcony. "Hey" I said as I stepped out of his window, not caring that I was still very much naked. "Hey" he responded. "I didn't think you'd come to talk about it," he said coldly. "Why not?" I answered, confused and feeling like I was being insulted. "Aren't you going to see how Sam's feeling?" he answered sarcastically. "And you’re still naked." Trying to ignore his jabs, I continued "No, there are ribs at my place, ribs. I think she's in heaven." "You know, this is the same place me and Sam kissed," he said. "And me and you kissed just a couple of feet away on my bed," he continued matter-of-factly. I wasn't angry, I knew Freddie well enough to know he was really hurting, and lashing out. So I continued the open, sensitive conversation. "She told me she didn't like it very much," I said, "When I asked her afterwards." He looked up, "But we weren't going to talk about it again!" he asserted. "We are now" I replied, "But don't take it personally" I added. "I don't think she likes boys," I felt strangely calm releasing the unspoken burden I'd felt about ...