ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #1 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #1

... that they were hiding something and she was praying that it was a 'we're engaged' kind of secret instead of the 'we're having a baby' varie-ty. Carly and Sam locked eyes across the crowded room, and Carly did her best to pantomime the question of Freddie's whereabouts. Sam checked her watch and shrugged back at Carly as she dr*nkenly stumbled to collapse on the nearby couch. Sam was certainly in a wash lately, her feelings constantly in turmoil. She and Freddie were exceptionally close nowadays, but despite everything that Sam wanted, it never really went much past friendship. He helped her through school, helped write her admissions essay, and even gave her as much SAT help as he could. It was clear that Sam wanted Freddie and why, but she could never really understand why he was so focused on making sure she could continue to chase after him. For Sam, college should have been the moment that they split and learned to live their lives apart, but Freddie wanted Sam to remain close by. Of course, Carly had her theories on why he did this, the most selfish of which was that he wanted a fall back if he and Jade didn't work. But his intentions seemed pure and Sam was just happy to be near him, so it was enough. Sam knew, though, that Freddie was with Jade, completely and he had even told Carly in private that he'd given Jade a ring. It wasn't an engagement or anything, but it was still symbolic of something huge. Nearly twenty minutes later, Freddie finally arrived at the party. ...

... As expected, his mother had f*rced him to have dinner and spend time with all his relatives that he really didn't want to deal with. If there was one thing that Freddie Benson craved, it was an escape from his overbearing moth-er. He sauntered through the crowd as best as he could, sitting down next to the more than out of it Sam. He couldn't help but admire how beauti-ful she looked tonight, it was a sleeveless light green dress with dark blue splatters that ended a couple inches above her knee, and a window showing off her sternum and shapely cleavage. "Hitting the sauce pretty hard tonight, eh?" he cautiously asked. "What of it, Benson?" "Not much… just wanted to make sure you're okay." "Oh yeah," she said, stretching out a bit, "I'm dr*nk in Carly's apartment with a bunch of people with loud music while my ex-boyfriend sits here pitying me… how couldn't I be ok?" "Sam, I don't-" "Shut it, nub. Momma's tired and she really doesn't want to deal with you killing her buzz right now." Sam got up woozily and headed through the crowd, before taking the stairs up to the bedrooms and studio. Freddie looked over at Carly as if to signal the question of what was wrong with her, but this time it was her turn to shrug as Freddie made his way toward the brunette. Carly was also looking amazing tonight, with a black and white cocktail dress with a tight black leather belt around her stomach, showing off her porcelain leg skin in contrast. "Sam's pretty far gone… I miss something?" "Not ...