sighCarly

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Sam’s confession

*Sam*
The door slammed behind me and I stood still in the hall for a second, then felt a quick shudder run through my body. My mind couldn’t get a solid grip on what had just happened, because the image of Carly sprawled over the back of the couch, naked and exposed, kept popping into my head and making it impossible to concentrate. I stood frozen for another short moment, with my friend’s voice reverberating in my ears, calling out for me to wait, and the image of her dripping wet pussy flashed in front of my eyes. Then, in a panic, I turned and ran home, racing as fast as I could, thudding down stairs and bursting through doors until I finally reached my own room and dived onto the bed, under the covers.
I tried to pull myself together and think about what had just happened. There was Carly, naked on the couch, soaking wet between her legs and so sexy. She looked just like I’d always pictured her, but this, the whole situation, it was like a mean joke! Carly on the couch and then… and then Spencer, a sketchbook resting crooked on his lap, half held up by a massive hard on. He was just sitting there, enamored, with that look of pure adoration plastered across his big, dumb, stupid face!
I smothered a scream into my pillow and felt my eyes burning. I sat up and blinked rapidly to try and hold back tears. I would never judge Carly for something like this, I loved her. It was a shock, to see her bending over naked right in front of her brother, but what really hurt inside was that it should have been me, instead of him! After all Carly and I had been through together, I had convinced myself that when I finally got up the courage to tell her how I felt, everything would be fine. The moment was as clear as day in my mind; I would look in her eyes and explain my feelings, and she would smile at me, and then pull me in close and just hold me, running a hand through my hair and whisper how she always knew and was just waiting until I was ready.
The tears won out, and I lay back down and tried not to think about things as the wetness ran silently over my cheeks and onto my pillow. It was early, only eight o’clock, but I couldn’t find the will to do anything except lay in bed for hours with my mind chasing itself in circles, until after an eternity I finally fell asleep.
Even then, in dreaming, my mind refused to focus on anything but that picture of perfect beauty that had greeted my when I barged into the apartment.
As I slept, my subconscious cruelly twisted the events of that night, and so as I watched the scene play out over and over again, it changed subtly. At first I was watching Spencer again, sitting in the chair, but now it was different because this time he stood up and walked over to Carly, running his hands slowly down her back and grabbing the soft flesh of her smooth ass with big open palms. Then it wasn’t Spencer, but Freddie who was touching my secret crush. I stood there as he slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing it slowly over her fine, silky black patch of hair before pushing a finger between the lips and making her moan, while I could do nothing but look and try to shout out to her, and tell her that it was ME she wanted, that I was the one who she was supposed to love.
And my mother was there now too, laughing and smelling like booze, telling me that Carly would never want me, “because, dummy, you’re a girl!” she gazed at me through bleary eyes and went on, “it’s not right. Carly doesn’t want that. She went to her own brother before she even thought of you.”
Eventually, though, those horrors passed, and my mind granted me some peace. I dreamt that it was me sitting with her, the way it was supposed to be. She was still there on the couch, bare and beautiful, this time sitting curled up against the arm, facing me with her legs tucked in beneath her. I was sitting at the opposite end, unable to take my eyes off her, nervous and eager at the same time. I was fully dressed, and the cloth against my skin felt tight and stuffy, like it was suffocating me.
The young woman sitting across from me pointed and beckoned me closer, the gesture as warm and inviting as the expression on her pretty face. I slowly slid across the cushions, closing the distance between us. Carly bent forward, and with silky red lips, leaned in to kiss me. First, just a soft brush against my earlobe, then my neck, and cheek, and finally, she pushed her mouth onto mine and we both let everything go, all at once kissing each other and holding each other as hard as we could. She reached down to grab the bottom of my shirt, looking at me with those deep brown eyes…
And then my alarm went off. I lay in disappointment, but I knew how dreams like that worked, and was too pessimistic to be surprised. You always woke up just before the best part.
I shut off the buzzing clock by my bed and sighed in frustration. The dream had been lovely, but now that I was awake it was fading fast, and reality was rushing back to fill the hole it left. I was much calmer than I had been the previous night, but still, I felt hollow with a deep depression.
I lay motionless for a second, thinking, and then made a decision. The image of my friend’s supple form was still fresh in my mind from last night, and I concentrated on it hard, slipping a hand under the sheets and making up my mind to finish the sweet fantasy I’d started in my dream.
My fingers were used to this routine and they knew their way around very well, so I let them take their time as they stopped at my budding tits, rubbing softly at first and then pinching and tweaking my nipples. I let my mind wander back to the quick flash of pink I had seen on Carly’s chest as she twisted her body at awkward angles the night before, trying to discover who it was that had burst in on her and interrupted her intimate display. I felt a quick stab of pain as I remembered that she had been there with Spencer, but then I focused and imagined myself where he had been, instead. I pictured myself rising from the chair, and then dropping to my knees after walking over to her.
The hand touching my breast dropped lower, and began softly petting the outer lips and soft fuzz of my cunt. I moved my other hand in to resume playing with my nipples.
I imagined leaning forward slowly, still on my knees, until my nose was less than an inch away from that spot between my friend’s legs. I wondered what she would smell like, and felt a wetness begin to grow between my thighs, underneath my wandering hand. I saw myself stick out just the tip of my tongue, and began petting myself harder, rubbing really, as in my head I leaned forward and began softly lapping at the juice that had built up on the outside of her soft lips.
I moaned softly and forced myself to slow down. Despite everything, I was determined to make this last for myself. I slowed my rubbing, and took my other hand away from my boobs, letting it trace gently around my collarbone instead.
Calmer now, I turned back to the scene playing in my head. Unwilling to dive in right away, I pulled my mouth away from the skin of Carly’s snatch and stood up. I leaned in over her, pushed the hair away from the back of her neck, and started softly kissing and licking the delicate skin underneath, at the same time reaching my hands around her and cupping her chest.
She was smaller than me, by a little, and I loved it. There was just the prefect amount of soft flesh to play with. I pinched and squeezed and pulled at it shamelessly for a few minutes, before my friend shifted, turned around, and sat down on the couch facing me with her arms wide, inviting me in.
I settled myself onto her lap so we were face to face, straddling her legs and leaning in to kiss her deeply. We let ourselves enjoy the sensation of each other’s tongues for a while before Carly broke the kiss. As it had happened in my dream, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, then pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. We resumed kissing while she reached around my back to undo my bra. She got it off quickly, and once again broke the kiss, this time leaning forward to take one of my nipples in her mouth and rub it gently with her tongue. I sat up higher to give her better access, and she thanked me by raising a hand to squeeze my other tit.
In bed underneath my covers, both my hands were working furiously. My fingers had started caressing my breast again, and the hand in between my legs was rubbing fast, slipping a finger briefly inside my lips ever few seconds and making me gasp.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that I had wanted this to last, but it was too late. I didn’t have the willpower to slow down, and so I pushed harder. I slipped two slender fingers inside myself, and started stroking as fast as I could. Soft gasps turned into moans and then loud squeals of pleasure as my digits brushed the sensitive nub of skin in my cunt once, and then twice, and then again, and that time I kept the pressure on it, pushing and rubbing hard while my other hand matched the pace on my nipple.
The clear images of my fantasy swirled into intense and confused broken pictures as I lost the ability to think clearly. My mind conjured up still shots of eroticism; a brief thought of myself laying on the floor and Carly straddling my face, screaming in pleasure- then suddenly I was picturing her and I standing together, embracing, as her hands reached around my body and groped my ass. The quick, unfocused fantasies continued for a short time, becoming more and more indistinct as I built towards orgasm. One last picture in my mind, the real memory of Carly bent over the couch with that wetness on her things, and then I was coming, and screaming out loud as I climaxed. My hips, which had been bucking wildly, gave out and my body dropped back down to rest flat on my mattress, among the tangled sheets and blankets.
I panted heavily, and waited for the euphoria to wear off.
I must’ve drifted back to sleep again, because all of a sudden I was looking at my clock and realizing I was late for school. That was fine with me, I hadn’t had any intention of going in today anyway. I needed some time to myself.
Still, though, I couldn’t afford to just not show up in class. I already had a reputation as a troublemaker with the staff, and I didn’t want to get chewed out for skipping if I could avoid it.
I got out of bed and walked to my bathroom, stepping into the shower to wash myself off. I turned the water on, adjusting it until it was almost scalding, and stepped under the hot stream with a long sigh. It felt like the warmth was washing away the layers of sadness and exhaustion that had built up since last night as easily as a snake shedding its dead skin. The feeling was amazing, and I took as long as I could to scrub myself down. About 20 minutes later, I reluctantly shut of the water and stepped out onto the cold tiled floor, reaching for a clean towel.
As I walked back into my bedroom, I started drying off. My skin was steaming, and my naked body was still tinted a bright pink from the heat of the shower. Stepping over to the clothes I had hastily removed and tossed to the floor before falling asleep the night before, I kicked them under my bed and started rummaging in the closet for a clean outfit.
I threw on a pair of tight jeans and a skimpy little purple shirt. The shirt was one of my favorites, it showed off my midriff and so I could never wear it to school because of the dress code.
It was pretty late by at this point. I must have slept for a long time because it was already noon. Still not too late to call the school though, so I glanced around my room and spotted the phone, picked it up and went to find my mother.
She was in the living room, asleep on the couch, and it looked like that was where she had been all night. I made a face at the smell wafting up from her and shook her shoulder roughly
She gave a groggy, indistinct mumble and turned to face me, shielding her eyes against the bright sunlight streaming in the window.
“You need to call the school and tell them I’m sick today,” I told her, in a matter-of-fact tone, as I punched in the number and handed her the phone. She took it and lay back down on the couch with her eyes closed again.
We waited while it rang, and when the school’s office picked up, my mother parroted my words to the receptionist, “Samantha needs to call in sick today.” She listened for a moment and then, “yeah, Samantha Puckett.” Then she hung up the phone without a ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye’, tossed it back to me, and fell asleep again, dismissing my presence as easily as she had dismissed the woman on the phone. It didn’t matter though, I was off the hook and that’s all I cared about.
I walked back to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I grabbed a remote off my nightstand, turned on the TV, completely zoned it out, and then finally allowed myself to wonder what I should do next. Now that I had actually called in sick, I realized I was desperate to talk to Carly. Not that we could have talked, even if I had gone to school. There were just too many people around for us to discuss what had happened.
What could I say to her, though? I needed to ask her to explain things, because I was sure that no matter what was going on, I could still trust her. But after that? I sat quietly and thought about my feelings for her. I’d felt like this for months now, and every day it was getting stronger, but despite the trust I had in my friend I had never made a move to tell her how I felt. It was stupid of me to expect her to wait for me forever, when she didn’t even know that she was supposed to wait at all. I should have said something before it was too late.
Was it too late? I had to admit I had no idea what had actually been going on last night. It would have been a strange scene even if they weren’t brother and sister. But they were both enjoying themselves, I could tell that much. Spencer’s cock had been rock hard and sticking straight up under his jeans and Carly was practically leaving a puddle on the couch seat.
I thought about the two of them together. I wondered, if they were fooling around with each other, did that mean she loved him? Like I loved her? Or was it just sex to them? Spencer had told us both about the birds and the bees a while back, and even though Carly and I had already known a lot of what he was talking about, I remember being fascinated with how open minded Spencer was about everything. In fact, that was same night that I had finally been able to admit to myself that I had feelings for Carly.
Maybe Spencer was even more open about sex than I’d thought.
I clicked the remote again, shutting off the TV. Then I flopped backwards to lie down and stare at the ceiling. Laying there, gazing into space, my mind went blank for a while.
Then, all of a sudden, a dirty little though spoke up from somewhere in the back of my head.
If I was honest with myself, the idea of Carly and Spencer together wasn’t completely new to me. I’d been “entertaining” myself with thoughts of my best friend for months now, and once or twice, when I was feeling really crazy, it hadn’t just been me and her alone in my mind. I had pictured scenarios were Spencer was there with us too, and it always gave me a little thrill to think about being with the two of them together. Once I came down from the excitement though, I’d always tried hard to put those thoughts out of my head. I giggled to myself now, as I realized the reason I’d felt guilty about the fantasies is because I thought Carly would be hurt, if I ever told her.
I glanced over at the clock again and cursed inwardly, it was still only twelve-twenty. Carly got home around three, and Freddie and I were supposed to meet her there after we stopped at home to drop our stuff off. We weren’t doing a live webcast today, but we were planning on recording some segments to use later. I’d meet them for that, and then I could talk to Carly alone when we were finished.
I still wasn’t sure I knew what I wanted to say, exactly, but I knew I had to tell her how I felt. I’d been hiding it too long, and if there was still a chance that I could be with her, I wasn’t going to let it slip by now.

Not wanting to run into Spencer alone, I made myself wait until exactly three o’clock, when I knew Carly would be home. The next 160 minutes had inched by at least five times slower than normal. After spending what had seemed like forever pacing my room, sitting at my desk drumming my fingers, and actually (god save me) doing my homework, it was finally time. I leapt to my feet and practically sprinted to Carly’s apartment.
Outside her door, I ran into Freddie just as he was leaving his place, which is right across the hall from hers.
“Where were you today?” he asked, eyes narrowed.
I shrugged, and then felt my blood run cold as he started laughing at me.
“You didn’t do your science homework, did you?” he asked, and I was completely thrown by the question.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Don’t play dumb. Carly asked if you stopped by my place to borrow the notes from class last night, after you found out she left hers at school. We figured you had just given up and decided to play hooky.”
“Oh, yeah.” I said, chuckling weakly and waiting for my muscles to unclench, “The science homework.”
He opened Carly’s door and walked in, and I followed behind him. Spencer and Carly, who had both been sitting at the kitchen counter talking, looked up as we entered. I glanced away, embarrassed.
Freddie, who was as oblivious as always, somehow managed to miss the fact that he was the only person in the room who hadn’t just turned beet-red.
Spencer, still blushing and apparently unable to look any of us in the eye mumbled something that sounded like “hi” before getting up and walking to his room.
Carly, on the other hand, looked at me and smiled, a real smile, and I felt the knots in my stomach loosen immediately. I smiled back at her shakily, before I realized that Freddie had been talking to us about something for the past few seconds.
He looked at me expectantly, and I punched him in the arm. I wasn’t really sure what he had said, but that was how I usually responded so it seemed like a safe bet.
“GEEZE!” he shouted, “Are the words ‘no thanks’ even in your vocabulary?”
I pretended to think for a second, “Well, the word ‘no’ is. As in ‘no, I don’t know the short geeky kid with the camera. I have no idea why he’s following me’ I actually use that one a lot”
He turned and walked towards the elevator to the studio, grumbling and ranting. I leaned in close to Carly and whispered, “What was he saying?”
“He offered to lend you his notes,” she whispered back “I was worried when you weren’t in class. I wanted to ask him if he talked to you last night, and I didn’t know what else to say.”
Freddie turned back to look at us, tapping his foot. Carly and I caught up and hopped in the elevator.
The next hour and a half or so was a little awkward, but not as bad as I’d expected. We’d all been working on iCarly together for ages now, and I guess it’s hard to feel out of place when you’re doing something you’re so familiar with. Finally though, after glancing through her list of things to get through that day, Carly looked at me and told us, “I think that’s it. We’ll have enough material for the next two webcasts now, and we can work on rehearsing the next show tomorrow.”
“Great, I’m starving.” Freddie was leafing through his wallet, and glanced up at us, “Do you guys want to get something to eat?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Carly beat me to it, “Actually, I needed to talk to Sam for a minute, do you want to go out later?”
“Sure,” he shrugged “I’m going back to my place to get some more cash, just meet me over there when you’re ready.”
Carly waved goodbye as he got in the elevator and pressed the button for her apartment. We both stood in silence until we were sure our friend was gone.
She and I turned to look at each other. The comforting routine of our favorite pastime was gone now, and it was just the two of us, staring at each other quietly. My discomfort grew more imposing with each passing second, and my body and mind started to feel clumsy.
If it had been any other person in the world standing before me, I would have demanded answers, and after I got them I would probably have thrown in some abuse, just to make sure they knew who the boss was. But hurting Carly was something I could never do, and the only way I could hope to make things better for myself was by explaining how I felt. That approach was not one of my strong suits.
I struggled for words, and kept coming up blank. The time stretched on, and finally, Carly opened her mouth to speak, “Sam, about what you saw last night…”
She broke off as I pulled her in tight and hugged her. I was terrified of what she might say. If my dreams were about to fall apart, I was determined not to let it happen without ever holding her like this, without at least getting to pretend that things were how I hoped they could be.
We stood like that for a long time, and I might have started crying, I’m not really sure. But eventually, I steeled myself, and choked out the words that had been stuck inside me for such a long time.
“I love you Carly,” and my voice was hoarse, “I’m in love with you. I want to be with you!”
She pulled away from me suddenly, but kept her hands on my shoulders. “Sam? Sam, do you mean…” she stop for a second and just looked at me. “You love me?”
I nodded, and tried to brace myself for what might come next.
But Carly didn’t laugh, or avoid my eyes, or turn to leave. A slow smile spread across her face and she pulled me back towards herself, back into the embrace, “all this time, I never even wondered if you felt like that! I thought I was the only one… oh, Sam, I feel the same way!”
Her words, better than anything I could have ever hoped for, filled me up with warmth. It was exactly how I’d wanted it to be.
Well, almost exactly. The memories of the previous evening were distracting my thoughts and tainting my happy relief.
“Carly, I need to know what that was last night. What I feel for you, that’s not going to go away. I know if you love me I can be happy, but all that stuff I saw was all so confusing! What were you and Spencer doing?”
She pulled back again and this time she did look away, walking over to a bench against the wall. She sat, leaning forward with her hands clasped between her knees, and stared at the floor.
I crossed the loft and joined her on the bench, sitting close and enjoying the warmth of her body. That warmth was mine now, nothing could stop that. There wasn’t anything Carly could tell me now that would make me let her go.
And thinking the words, realizing that they were true, I told her so. “Carly, you don’t have to be afraid! I’m not testing you; I already want you, all of you. I just need to know what all of that was about.”
She looked up at me, reaching forward to take my hand, beginning to smile again. “I don’t know what it was, really. I know that it wasn’t like this.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opening them again to look at me after she had calmed down, “you know I love Spencer. But I love him as a sister, and that’s why this is so confusing for me. He’s not just a regular guy, he’s the best guy in the world, and he always works so hard to be cheerful and happy and funny for me. Well, for all of us, I guess, you and Freddie too. To him, we’re all his family. And I just feel so comfortable around him, I-“
She broke off for a second. She was still meeting my gaze, but seemed to be at a loss for the right words. I waited until she went on, “I guess I’m just so at ease with him, I didn’t even notice as the feelings started to creep up on me. I love Spencer like a brother, but there’s something more to it than that, because I’m attracted to him too. All of the great things he does for us! And, you know, he’s really cute. If I’d known how you felt I wouldn’t have even taken it as far as I did, but…”
Her lower lip trembled, and even as my heart broke for her, I couldn’t get over how cute she was, and how vulnerable she looked. I squeezed her hand tight and smiled at her. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Carly. I know Spencer. As angry as I was with him last night, when I thought… well, I won’t talk about it. But I can’t blame you for feeling that way.”
She relaxed a little, smiling at me as she reached up to brush a piece of hair out of her face, and started again, “It was this sculpture he was working on. I could tell it meant a lot to him, and he was putting all he had into it, because it’s the only thing he’s made in, like, forever that didn’t involve cheese, or old gym socks, or, I don’t know, trained monkeys. All that weird stuff he normally does. I guess he was out of his element though, because it looked horrible and it was really getting him down. So yesterday, before you guys got here, I offered to give him a hand. The sculpture was supposed to be about me. At least, that’s what it sounded like, when he told me about it. So I asked him if he wanted to ask me some questions, and then, I, unh, offered to model for him.”
She bit her lip, but went on, “I guess I was just trying to cheer him up. He hasn’t been seeing anyone lately and you know how he gets. I thought I could have some fun, and tease him a little bit. But things went further than I meant them to, I guess. I just wanted to dress sexy for him and…”
“And you ended up undressing sexy for him instead.” I finished
“Sam, you must think I’m so perverted.” Her voice was dejected as she dropped her head and began staring at the floor again.
“Well…” I hesitated, thinking of the different fantasies I had had. The idea of Carly and Spencer was kind of appealing, and once you had it in your head it was hard to get rid of.
“No, Carly, I don’t think you’re perverted. Actually, I guess, I have something I should tell you” I described to her how I had thought about them a few times, the two of them and me, when I would play with myself, and when I finished explaining why I couldn’t possibly blame her, she giggled in spite of herself.
“Poor Spencer!” she said, still laughing, “two cute girls hanging around lusting after him all this time and he still hasn’t been laid in months.”
“What did you guys do after I left?” I asked her.
“Honestly, you kinda ruined the mood.” She grinned at me, “I ran into my room and hid all night after you left. Spencer wasn’t around when I got up this morning, but I talked to him today before you and Freddie came over. It took me forever to convince him I wasn’t upset with him, and he’s still sure that he scarred you for life.”
“Poor Spencer,” I agreed, already forgetting that last night, I really did feel like I’d been scarred for life.
Carly sat up straighter on the bench and put an arm around me. “He’ll be all right.” She told me, “We just need to talk to him and tell him-“
“Tell him what?” I asked, interrupting her in my anxiety, so hopeful that she would say what I wanted so badly to hear.
She didn’t. Instead, she looked into my eyes for a long time, finally reaching out to put her hand on the back of my neck, and pulling me in to softly kiss my lips, playing with them, with her own lips at first, but then pushing her tongue out. She licked and kissed me lightly for a few moments, but it wasn’t long until I was urging her forward. My hands reached up to hold her face close to mine and I began to move my own tongue into her mouth.
We were grabbing and holding at each other desperately now, like we never wanted to let go, but most of my attention was focused on the taste of her, and the sensations in my mouth. That is, until all of a sudden Carly moved her hand from around my back and placed it between us. I pulled away from her lips for a split second and gasped as I felt her fingers rubbing my sensitive skin through my tight shirt and bra.
I moved back and tried to kiss her again, but she stood quickly.
“Let’s try and get more comfortable.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me up, dragging me towards a big shaggy rug in the middle of the floor. Walking to the middle of it, she sank onto her back and tugged my hand so I fell down on top of her.
Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and we were kissing again, even more fervently than before. I twisted around as I struggled to get into a more comfortable position, but didn’t let my lips leave hers. I lifted one of my legs up and over her, so that I was kneeling on top of her, straddling her body just below the waist. As I moved she put her hands on my hips and guided my body up higher, and I bent my legs to move where she wanted me. My head was above hers now, and she had to tilt it back against the floor to continue kissing me. She didn’t seem to mind, though, and I realized why when she shifted her hands and placed them on my ass. My eyes had been closed, and I opened them to see her looking up at me in a way she never had before.
The thick denim was frustrating both of us as she groped furiously, trying to get a solid hold on my body through the stiff fabric. After several disappointing seconds, I raised myself up and reached down to grab my shirt. I lifted it above my head, and after it was off, I looked down and felt a pleasurable tingle run through me like and electric jolt as I saw my friend staring up at my body in admiration. She sat up as best as she could with me on top of her, and reached around to undo my bra.
In my imagination that morning, the action had been swift and delicate, but now, with the unfamiliar angle and awkward position, she fumbled with the catch for several seconds. I laughed as she gave out a quiet groan of frustration, and finally it was done. I helped her slip the straps off from around my shoulders, and she threw the piece of clothing across the room before roughly shoving my shoulders
I cried out as I lost my balance and began to fall backwards, and Carly quickly pulled her legs up out from underneath me. I rolled back on to the floor, lying flat on my back and the stretching out my body luxuriously.
I was enjoying the feel of the thick, fuzzy material of the carpet on my bare skin almost as much as I enjoyed the look in Carly’s eyes as she rose to her knees beside me. She leaned in and pressed her lips against one of my nipples, softly kissing and sucking it as her hands darted below her stomach to begin working the button on my pants.
I moaned loudly, but as soon as Carly had me jeans undone, she straightened up again. Her mouth left my breast with a soft tug and a quiet little pop. I stared at her impatiently as she curled her fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tore them down as fast as she could. After they were off, she set them aside carefully before pulling off her own shirt, and reaching behind her back undo the clasp of her bright pink bra. She tossed it over to lie next to mine, and slowly reached a hand out to stroke my thigh.
“I love you Sam” she said, and then at last, lowered her body down on top of me, laying one of her legs in between mine so that they intertwined with each other.
She moved her face back down to mine, and we kissed again, this time with our bodies pressed as tightly together as our lips. I thrilled at the feeling of her smooth skin rubbing against mine. Her small tits ground tightly against my own, with my sensitive nipples brushing against hers every few seconds as we rolled together on the floor, each of us fighting to hold on to the other one as tight as possible.
It was ecstasy, and when I moved my arms from around her thin waist, I heard her cry out softly in disappointment.
But I needed more, so I made myself to let go of her and forced my hands between us at the waist. Understanding what I was after now, Carly held hips up away from mine as I struggled to undo the fasten on her jeans while fighting the urge to press myself against her at the same time. At last, the button came undone, and I pulled down the zipper. We unwrapped our legs from around each other just enough for Carly to wiggle out of the pants, finally kicking them off from around her ankles and out of the way.
She was on top of me again, for the moment, and she held my body down with her own. I reached out and easily slid my hands down her back and underneath the elastic waistband of her white cotton panties. I reached as far as I could and grabbed handfuls of her ass. The skin was soft and amazingly smooth, and as she moved her body around on top of me, grinding herself into me, I felt her cheeks flex in my hand with just the perfect amount of firmness.
The smooth leg between my thighs was resting against the thin fabric of my underwear, and my hips rose to grind my pussy against her leg, completely out of my control. Carly felt the extra pressure and pushed back against it.
The feeling was intense, but I still wanted more. We had barley started, and already the waves of pleasure rolling through my body were as strong as anything I had ever managed to do to myself. I was burning to go further, and yet I desperately needed a break.
Removing my hands from underneath Carly’s panties, I placed one onto her shoulder and pushed her off, rolling her onto her back. She cried out once more at the loss of warmth and sensation, but became quiet again as she watched me reposition myself to kneel by her legs, and reach forward to grip her waistband.
I held still, poised to pull down and remove her last piece of clothing. I looked up at Carly, my best friend since forever, and now… now we were more than that.
“Please Sam!” she spoke softly, but there was urgency in her voice.
I smiled, feeling happier right then than ever before in my life, and gave a soft tug. The garment came down easily, and as I pulled it off over her legs, my knuckles brushed up against her skin. Even that small contact gave me goose bumps.
Still on my knees, I leaned forward and put down a hand to help steady myself. I reached out the other hand and placed it on one of Carly’s small hipbones, which were jutting out from her skinny body while she lay flat on the floor. I stroked it gently and leaned forward even further, beginning to work my way down from her belly button with soft kisses. Carly closed her eyes and as I slowly moved further down, her eyelashes began to flutter, then her hand reached up to rest on my shoulder and she was pushing, insistently.
She said my name again, and as she did so her voice sounded strange, a mixture of moaning and gasping and an impatient whine. I smiled again, sitting up quickly and practically throwing myself between her legs. She spread them farther apart for me and I leaned in at once, breathing deep, no longer forced to just imagine what she smelled, or felt, or tasted like.
The odor was thick and rich, and I fell in love with it immediately. Despite the teasing, I knew I couldn’t wait for this any more than she could. I pressed my face forward and kissed the small slit between her legs, just pressing my lips against hers at first, still drinking in the smell. But she was slick with fluid, and as I felt it on my lips I couldn’t hold back. My tongue flicked out, and I ran it up and down, fast, not thinking but just trying to clean off as much of the wetness leaking out of her as I possibly could. Then Carly reached down a hand to spread herself open, and all at once I was tasting the hot, wet skin inside her. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and I ran my tongue over every inch of it, tracing the soft pink lips and only letting it dart back in my mouth so I could take a moment to savor the taste.
I was almost completely wrapped up in what I was doing, but on some level, I was aware of Carly moaning and squealing in pleasure. I certainly noticed her bucking and twitching underneath me, because as she shifted and moved it was becoming harder to keep my mouth on her. It was my turn to groan in frustration as every movement jerked her cunt away from my tongue and I had to waste precious seconds chasing after her, working to stay close enough to keep tasting.
We kept going like this for a long time. I’m not sure exactly how long, but it didn’t matter; I could have sat there between her legs for hours, days even. Eventually though, I felt both Carly’s hands on the back of my head, and she was running her fingers through my hair and forcing me forward, pressing my face into her as hard as she could. Her hips were completely up in the air, her body arcing, held up by her feet and shoulders pressing into the ground. I took advantage of the position to reach up with both hands and grab hold of her ass again, squeezing and playing with the cheeks while I tried as hard as I could to focus, and find her sensitive nub with my tongue. I heard her scream my name as I brushed against it, and I clamped down, holding my whole mouth tight against it, licking and kissing and flicking it with my tongue. Carly cried out again and again, not even words anymore but just high pitched screams of delight. She held herself against me like that for ages before her legs buckled and she sank back to the floor with her eyes shut and her breathing deep and ragged.
I leaned forward again, and on my hands and knees I crawled towards her, stopping briefly to kiss one of her nipples, which both looked red and a little sore from all the attention she had given them while I had knelt with my head between her thighs. She felt my lips on her skin and squirmed, giggling like crazy.
“SAM! Oh my god, it’s too sensitive! Stop it! STOP IT!” she squealed and laughed and I took my lips away, continuing to crawl forward until I could lie next to her. I settled down on my side, with my upper body propped up on one elbow, as I reached forward to stroke the side of her face. She sat up a little a kissed me, deep, and when she did so I could felt her give a start, as she realized that the taste on my lips was herself. She leaned closer and kissed me harder.
We broke apart suddenly, startled by a loud noise coming from near the elevator. I looked over and saw Carly’s pants, breathing a sigh of relief as I realized the noise was just the cell phone in her pocket.
“It must be Freddie.” I turned to Carly and grinned “you still seem a little shaky, do you want me to grab it for you?”
She looked at me, concerned. “Oh, Sam, just let it go for now. I haven’t even done anything for you yet! We can’t leave until I pay you back.”
“Aww, you’re really sweet!” I giggled, and gave her a peck on the cheek. “But this is Freddie we’re talking about. He lives right across the hall and follows you like a puppy. If he doesn’t get an answer he’ll just walk over anyway to see what we’re doing.”
Carly still looked doubtful, so I continued, “Listen, if you promise to give me a good time tonight, do you think we can call it even?”
She smiled, “you drive a pretty hard bargain. But yeah, I think I could live with that.” The two of us began wandering around the room, picking up our clothes and pulling them back on. After what we had just done together, stepping back into the tight fitting fabric was almost like torture. On top of that, leaving my panties on the whole time had made them pretty moist and icky. Carly and I would have to change and shower if we were going to hang out with Freddie tonight.
She pulled me close and gave me one last, deep kiss before we stepped into the elevator. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Freddie back, and the door clanged shut as we began to move down.
Up in the loft, though, a tiny red light neither of us had noticed burned in the darkness, and the camera Freddie had forgot to turn off earlier continued to record.