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

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #1

... really, Freddie," Carly said, grabbing a drink of her own. "She's probably just upset about leaving school behind." "Oh, yeah… desperately missing school, that's our Puckett, for sure." "Fine," Carly said, crossing her arms, "Maybe she was upset because of you and whatever weird crap you and her have going on." "We don't have any weird crap, Carly… She's just really down and I'm trying to be the best friend I can for her since I can't, you know, be more." "Just… you know that she's in love with you… just don't lead Sam on. Everyone knows you're with Jade, but she's still holding out some serious hope for you to end up with her. Just be honest with her, ok?" "I know… it’s not like I've strung her along. I'm just trying to look out for her, since, let's be honest, she doesn't really have anyone else." The two friends shared an awkward silence as they tried to decide what to say next. Directly above them, Sam was pacing a bit across the iCarly studio. No longer really set up for web show, it still felt like home despite the card-board boxes of equipment and props. Sam sighed as she fell back into the huge beanbag chair, and closed her eyes, trying to calm down and let her mind stop racing. It's all Fredward's fault, she thought, him and his stupid perfect face and big brain. He acted like she was completely incapable of dealing with life without him. He boosted her SAT scores and essentially wrote her whole application for UCLA. He even bought her clothes to wear for her online ...

... college interview. She just couldn't understand him. From what he had told her, and what she had seen with her own eyes months ago, he was in love with Jade and she was certainly crazy about him Sam had never been so infuriated at a person as she was with Freddie. She was head over heels in love with him, and would crawl to the end of the earth for him, but some days she just wanted to strangle him. The middle ground had all but disappeared between them; she either wanted to rip all his clothes off and quench her body’s fire or rip all of his skin off or toss it in a fire. Tonight was moving steadily towards the latter, when she realized she couldn't quite hear the party as much. The diluted sound came from the guests slowly heading out one by one until only a few people remained. Gibby was a bit dr*nk as he headed out the door with a girl on each arm, clearly enamoured with his surroundings. Being the only two left in the living room, Freddie and Carly headed up the stairs to check on Sam. As they walked in, Sam did her best to fake being asl*ep but her friends saw through it in a matter of moments. "You know you're a terrible actress, Sam…" Carly announced, tossing a bit of water on the fake sl*eper. "Fuck!" she exclaimed as the cold liquid hit her face, sitting up instantly as Freddie and Sam sat on either side of her. "Oh sure, guys, just sand-wich me in the chair that I clearly was already in." "Don't even act like you didn't want company… we just killed the party so we ...