Blue Eyes, Green Eyes

When the green eyed monster hit Sam Puckett it hit her hard. She knew she shouldn't begrudge Freddie his dates, especially since she showed no interest in him even after their first shared kiss.

But with age he'd turned hot, muscles springing up where there had been none. His voice was deeper and he had shot up all of a sudden, tall and inexplicably gorgeous. She often had to pray he never caught her staring at his ass, something she'd been doing with disturbing regularity in recent days.

Now he had a girlfriend. Blond and giggly, a tiny body graced with giant tits and as dumb as a stump, or so Carly liked to put it. Sam didn't know when she started hating her but she thought it might be around the time she saw the girl's pink tongue darting out to lick at Freddie earlobe, giggling all the while.

Yeah, that must have been when the loathing started.

Freddie liked to show his girlfriend off around school, especially to Sam. It almost seemed like he was rubbing her face in the fact that he had someone to be with while Sam didn't have anyone. Not that guys didn't ask; they did but they were either dorks or jerks and Sam found herself not the least bit interested in anyone.

Anyone except Freddie Benson. The extremely unavailable Freddie Benson.

At least he showed up for iCarly webcasts minus the bimbo. After that debacle with her ex-boyfriend, significant others were no longer allowed in the studio. At least that asshole was good for something Sam thought.

Today was rehearsal for the Bikini Bit, something with a green screen changing from a summer vacation to a fake moon.

Sam shifted uncomfortably in her bathing suit. It had grown a little small after a growth spurt some weeks before. The soft tops of her breasts spilled over the skimpy top and the laces over her hips were constantly slipping down just enough to make her self-conscious.

There was an inflatable pool in the middle of the studio as part of the skit. The water looked cool and in the heat of late spring, it was invitation enough. Sam slipped into the kiddie pool and immediately felt better. Carly wasn't there yet ... something about Spencer being stuck in the elevator ... so Sam sat back against the inflated side, resting easily.

The water lapped against her thighs and Sam closed her eyes, trying to relax. Visions of Freddie kept popping up, unbidden, and Sam shifted in the water, her lower regions reacting in a very inappropriate manner.

It's Freddie for God's sake, she tried to remind herself. The dork ... doofus ... jerk.

Her body refused to listen. Sam bit her lip against the throb between her legs. Ridiculous to get this hot over thoughts of Freddie but she glanced around guiltily before slipping her hand underneath the bikini bottom, exhaling breathily when her fingers found the right spot.

God, that was good, she thought, her fingers slippery with wetness. She arched up to get them inside and the water splashed a little over the sides of the pool, but Sam didn't care. It felt too good and she was so close ...

"Oh god, Freddie," she gasped as climax washed over her in hot waves. "Freddie!"

"Yeah?"

Freddie's voice and Sam's orgasm immediately faded, turning into something that felt like abject humliation. Her jaw dropped open at the sight of Freddie staring at her - she had been so intent on getting off she hadn't heard him come in. Great, and here she was, jerking off in a kiddie pool for him to see and she wanted nothing more than the floor to rise up and swallow her whole.

What she didn't expect was for Freddie to strip down to his boxers without hesitation and join her in the water. "That was hot," he said, a hitch to his voice. His face was red but he definitely looked interested and not just in the being Mr. Nice Guy way. "So you think about me like that?"

What was she going to say? "Yeah."

His smile was reassuring. "I thought you hated me."

She shrugged. "Maybe I do."

"Yeah, right," he replied, reaching over and reeling her in for a deep kiss. So good and so much hotter than that first awkward one they shared.

Sam felt herself responding eagerly, kissing him back hard, her tongue exploring the sweet depths of his mouth. She didn't stop his roaming hands from skimming over her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, making them diamond-hard, straining against the damp fabric of her bikini top.

She moaned into his mouth when he pinched her nipples lightly, one after the other. Her clit throbbed and she reached between his legs, feeling him huge and hard against his boxer briefs. It was easy to wriggle him out and she bent down without hesitation, taking him in her mouth, sucking him from tip to root and enjoying his gasps. "God. Sam ..."

She licked him gently, from root to tip. The pool bottom was slippery but that made it more enjoyable, the inability to grasp total traction. It felt sexy to slide through the water, to feel it lap at her chin while she sucked him.

He kept sliding down in the water, helpless and calling her name while gasping for air. There was a hot pulse against her tongue as he came and she swallowed his come down easily, finding the taste interesting.

"Fuck," he breathed as she pulled away, smiling. "You are amazing." He yanked at her swimsuit bottoms, forcing her legs apart and started to fuck her with his fingers, circling her clit with his thumb. "So fucking hot."

Sam couldn't respond except to spread her legs wider. "More ..." she moaned. "Please."

He added another finger and moved faster, squeezing her tits with his free hand, covering her face with kisses. "I want you so bad. I've *always* wanted you, as bitchy as you are."

She opened her eyes and stared at him, her hips suddenly snapping up in orgasm. "Fuck."

"I *am* going to fuck you," he whispered, pumping inside of her harder. It hurt but she came again, squealing with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck you every chance I get from now on."

Sam nodded, speechless. The studio was a wet mess, the pool nearly deflated and she was never so glad that Carly was late for a rehearsal in her life. She glanced at Freddie and his eyes were shining with lust and ... maybe ... something else beside.

"We need to clean this up," she said, suddenly shy. "Before Carly comes back."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Oh, and Sam?"

"What?"

"You don't have to be jealous anymore. I was just using Amy."

Sam narrowed her eyes at him. "Using her for what?"

"To make you jealous," he said, holding out his hand to her and hauling her up from the pool. "It worked pretty well didn't it?"

Sam glared at him. Felt the urge to slap him but refrained.

There were better ways of teaching him a lesson ... or ten.