iCarly: iWant To Go Further # 2 – iGive In
[Carly and Sam are still early in their relationship. When the more experienced Carly wants to go faster, how will Sam take it?]
Two days passed since the challenge, and Sam was beginning to think that Carly had forgotten about it. Such thoughts were, of course, foolish and immediately proven wrong. The suggestion wasn’t awful, but still not something Sam would want to hear for the rest of their relationship. Carly reacted to the rejection with a playful slap on the arm, which in turn led to Sam pouncing the brunette, which triggered a play fight. In the end, Sam was sitting on Carly’s waist, the brunette’s arms pinned to the floor and their faces only inches apart.
"You should know by now that you can’t win," Sam told her girlfriend. "You really should just surrender."
Carly struggled for a few more moments, let out the familiar, hesitant sigh and admitted defeat. To the victors go the spoils; in this case, Sam was the victor and the spoils were anything edible.
After a quick kiss, obviously.
While Sam was busy gnawing on some ribs, Carly came over and put her arms around the little omnivore. Sam, knowing what was coming, smiled and closed her eyes. Indeed, the other girl leaned in and started sucking on Sam’s neck. A soft, gentle moan escaped Sam. Then, a louder moan when Carly’s tongue came into play. Finally, a groan of disappointment when the necking stopped abruptly.
"Hey, Sam? I give up on the pet name. I just wanna call you Sam."
That was… surprising. Though come to think of it, Sam really wouldn’t want it any other way. She was Samantha "Sam" Puckett, not Samantha "Snuggles" Puckett. Now she’d just have to find out if her girlfriend realised that, or if she was simply being lazy.
"How come?" Carly’s answer was delayed by more necking, presumably to buy her some time. Sam didn’t exactly object. It was a tough question, and the brunette might as well make herself useful while she thought of an answer.
"I guess I just like Sam." Sam knew her girlfriend well enough to tell when she was lying. Granted, Carly was horrible at lying, but the important thing was that she was telling the truth now. Affection flooded Sam, causing her to turn around, grab Carly’s face and pull her in for a passionate kiss. After enjoying that for a while, something crossed her mind.
"What about your reward?"
Carly didn’t seem sure what she meant. Had she really forgotten about it?
"…I’d kiss you, um, lower?"
Apparently, Carly really had forgotten, as she seemed to genuinely regret her decision now.
"…What about my reward?"
Carly voice nearly broke Sam’s heart. In it, she heard many things: a lust for said reward, regret for giving up on it, pleads for Sam to give it up anyway, sadness at the possibility that she might not. But above it all, Sam could tell that the decision was completely hers, and that Carly would accept it either way. She was a shockingly horny little vixen, but in the end, she did put Sam’s happiness above her own physical needs. Knowing that, Sam made a decision of her own. Carly did deserve a reward.
"Lay down and take off your top. And your bra."
"Does that mean..?"
"Yep."
Carly wasted no time, other than a short moment to hug Sam and repeatedly whisper ‘thank you’ into her ear. In less than twenty seconds, she was down on the kitchen counter, completely topless and staring at Sam lustfully.
"Wow… You want this bad, huh?" An eager nod was the only answer she got. Feeling her heart pounding, Sam leaned in and kissed Carly’s left nipple.
* * *
Sam Puckett wasn’t the first person to get under Carly’s bra. That honour belonged to Griffin, her not-quite-so-bad boy. However, whereas he had been rough and overly eager, Sam was gentle and careful. Perhaps even a little too careful. Still, Carly was enjoying herself, as evident by her soft moans and the hands tangled in Sam’s hair. Seemingly encouraged by this, Sam begin to add sucks and licks to her treatment.
Carly never wanted it to end.
Some ten minutes later, the blonde came up for a kiss. Luckily, Sam’s hands took over where her mouth had left. While Sam was lightly squeezing Carly’s boobs, Carly started toying with the hem of Sam’s shirt. To Carly’s surprise, Sam flinched at the feeling of Carly’s hands against her bare stomach. The kiss was broken and the girls looked into each other’s eyes.
"What’s wrong?" She didn’t even realise that her hands were still travelling on Sam’s body, until Sam grabbed her wrists and held them in place.
"I… don’t think I’m ready for that. You fondling me, I mean." Sam looked almost ashamed when she said that. "I mean, I like kissing. But this is going a little too fast."
"What… I’m going too fast for you?" This was probably a first. Usually, Sam was the one talking Carly into things. "Well, what do you want to do then?"
"I don’t know… I like this. Kissing. And if you want, I could keep going on your boobs." An old saying in the Shay f*mily was to be glad with what you had. Despite that saying, Carly tried to get something more out of the other girl. It would be worth a shot, she figured. After all, what could she lose?
"Would you mind fingering me?"
It didn’t come out right. She meant to say it shyly, as if it were something she would only ask for in extremely special situations with extremely special people. Rather, she sounded desperate. Obviously, Sam noticed. Carly blushed furiously and tried to avoid looking into Sam’s eyes, to no avail.
"Holy chizz, Carly. When did you get so… horny?" It was a question she hadn’t been asked before. Griffin had taken it for granted; Freddie just never mentioned it. As for herself, she had been in denial, telling herself that being so sexual was normal and typical of her age. Judging by Sam’s expression of shock, that clearly wasn’t the case.
"I don’t know. I guess when Griffin…" She swallowed and looked back at the ground. "…when I, eh, was with Griffin."
Sam raised her eyebrows. Carly’s blush increased in luminance.
"He asked me to give him a hand-job, and I was curious, so I did, and it got me all horny, and that night I first masturbated, and had my first orgasm, and I’ve been kinda sorta hooked on them since…" She really wished her voice hadn’t raised two octaves by the end of the sentence.
"Hooked?" A hint of amusement found its way into Sam’s voice, also reflected in her eyes.
"OK, not hooked, but I did it a lot. Twice a day when possible, if not more." To Carly’s surprise, Sam merely nodded and motioned to continue talking. Amusement now shared her eyes with curiosity, sparking some hope in Carly. Perhaps Sam was curious enough…
"Well, and I was hoping that you could… you know. Griffin was way too rough, and Freddie was shy, but I think you might–"
A knock on the door caused both girls to hold their breath and look at each other in panic. At the time, getting it on in the middle of the kitchen seemed like a good idea. Now that the door was opening, they started seeing the downside. ‘Don’t be Spencer, please, don’t be Spencer…’
"Hello? I came to return these safety gog– what the tuck!?"
The good news: it wasn’t Spencer. The bad news: Spencer would undoubtedly hear about this anyway. The door slammed shut, leaving the girls in a shocked silence.
* * *
"Freddie! Freddie, come here!"
"Coming… What’s the rush? You gave already me a clothing inspection two minutes ago…"
"Freddie, is there something I should know about that girl across the hallway?"
"…You mean Carly? Um, no, I don’t think so."
"Really? Because I just found her having sex."
"What?"
"You heard me. You’re not allowed over there anymore."
"What!? Why!?"
"She’s sexually active, Freddie. What if she seduces you with her womanly charms?"
"Mom, she’s with Sam. And even if she wasn’t, she–."
"You knew about this!?"
"I… um…"
"And you didn’t tell me!?"
"Mom…"
"You’re not going over there, and that’s final. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to make a few calls."