iCarly Porn Story: With Benefits ch 2

The second time they did it, Freddie was a little more prepared. That was not to say, of course, that he’d figured anything out as to why Sam had suddenly decided she wanted to be fucking him. Aside from that one night, the memories of which seemed so distant and far away, as though they had happened to some other person and Freddie himself had only listened to that person recount the tale as a hunter recounts how his prized moose head trophy came to be hanging above his mantle, yet the images of which were so burned into his mind that he had to close his eyes and shake his head to dislodge them whenever he hazarded to think back, neither Sam’s treatment of him nor her attitude towards him had changed in the slightest.

The next day, for example, Freddie had met Sam and Carly at the Groovy Smoothie, as was usual for a summer afternoon. Freddie had to try his hardest to not blush and to not wonder whether Sam was wearing those same bra and panties under her yellow shirt and plaid pants as he sat down at the table; Sam, on the other hand, seemed completely unperturbed by him, greeting him in her usual way, continuing on comfortably her conversation with Carly, and not flinching in the slightest when Freddie joined in.

No, Freddie had not come to any conclusion as to what Sam’s motives were at all. It was more that, this time, he wasn’t taken totally by surprise.

A month had passed since their first time when it happened. During that interval neither he nor Sam had ever brought up what had happened back then behind closed doors in the small hours of the night, each being more than content to just carry on as though nothing had happened at all. Freddie had just about convinced himself that whatever had happened then had been a one-time event and that he should just stop puzzling over it and just forget it so he could move on with his life.

They had finished filming a few new sketches for use in some later episodes of iCarly. Carly had already disappeared through the studio door and down the stairs to the loft’s first floor to pop a bag of popcorn while Sam and Freddie hung back. Freddie had just finished making sure all the videos he’d recorded had been successfully saved on his laptop and was just turning to leave when he felt Sam’s hand firmly grasp his shoulder.

She pulled him back against her and whispered “I want you again,” into his ear, her breath tickling him and sending a shiver down his spine. She wrapped an arm around his waist, sliding her hand under the edge of his shirt to rub across his skin.

“Sam…” he began to protest; he lost his words, however, as he felt Sam slide her hand down into his pants, and could only gasp as he felt her hand close around his rapidly hardening dick.

“Sam… Sam, no… please… ah…” he moaned, struggling weakly against her as she began to slowly jerk him off. He was thankful for the soundproofed walls of the studio when Sam brought her mouth down to kiss his skin and nibble his neck causing him to call out.

“Sam, stop!” he said, finally mustering enough strength to pull her hand from his pants and push her away. A part of him was glad to be free and wanted that to be that; the brief contact, however, had awakened a hunger somewhere deep within him, a craving he could not ignore. “Not here.”

“You have somewhere else in mind?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

He thought for a moment. “Yeah,” he said. “Wait here, then make up some excuse to Carly and meet me over in my place in a few minutes.”

Going downstairs, he told Carly that his mom had called and she needed him to help her with something so he had to go. He then quickly walked across the hall and opened the door to his apartment, leaving it just shy of closed behind him. Luckily, his mother had had to work an extra shift at the hospital that day and wouldn’t be home until very late, so he had the apartment all to himself. He took off his shoes and lined them up carefully below the coat rack by the door, then sat down on the arm of the sofa, facing the door, to wait for Sam.

About ten minutes later, the door was slowly pushed open, revealing Sam behind it. Freddie motioned for her to come in; he walked over to the door and closed it silently as she took off her shoes.

“OK, my mom’s working tonight, so we should be alone until at least—” he said, beginning to step back into the house. But Sam grabbed him by his shoulder again mid-sentence, pulling him back and shoving him unceremoniously against the wall of the small entry hall. Freddie’s shout of “Hey!” was quickly muffled as Sam brought her mouth down on his.

Freddie kissed her back, feeling the hunger rising in the pit of his stomach, opening his mouth and letting her tongue thrust in. He sighed and gripped her hips with his hands as she rubbed the inside of his thigh with her own, the friction sending shivers through his body.

“Ah…” he moaned, holding her closer and grinding his bulge into her thigh. She responded by sucking his lower lip, and thrusting her hips hard into his. Freddie moved one hand through her hair and one onto her back, grabbing fistfuls of hair and shirt as she raised her leg into his crotch, massaging his balls with her knee.

Breathless, Freddie gasped for air when Sam broke off. The lustful grin transfiguring her face brought the memories of his first time that had seemed so far away rushing back to him, the images and sensations crashing into him like truck. Grabbing him forcefully by the arm, she pulled him off the wall and threw him stumbling into the living room.

Freddie only barely had enough time to brace himself against the arm of the sofa before Sam attacked his mouth again. With both hands on the sofa arm he held himself up while Sam pushed down on him, one hand on his shoulder, her mouth on his. Freddie moaned again low and deep in his throat as Sam grasped and squeezed his erection through his pants.

Sam broke them off again and took a few steps back so now her entire body was in Freddie’s vision. She flicked her chin upward at him as she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

“Strip,” she said, pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it away.

“My room’s just over there,” Freddie said, taking a step away from the sofa and stealing a glance over his shoulder at the hallway behind him.

“No. Here,” she growled. “I want you. Now.”

When Freddie turned his head back to look at her, Sam’s jeans lay in a pool around her ankles on the floor; she was wearing now nothing more than a cornflower blue bra and matching panties. She stepped out of her jeans and stood still for a moment, giving Freddie a chance to fully regard her.

The last two years had been good to Sam, Freddie certainly had to admit. Her curves had filled out and widened but she hadn’t lost her figure, retaining a sense of grace and beauty which most of her peers had lost. As she began to slowly walk towards him, Freddie noticed her breasts, which had only what seemed like a short time ago been nothing more than shallow hills, gently bobbing and swaying with her movement.

Sam was less than an arm’s length away when Freddie broke from his reflection. He quickly reached down to hem of his shirt and began to pull it over his head; Sam moved her hands to touch his skin, pushing her palms up his chest as the retreating fabric revealed more. When the shirt was fully off and Freddie had tossed it aside, Sam smiled and rubbed her hands across his chest, squeezing lightly at the barely developed muscles there.

“Perfect,” she said, now wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. She pulled Freddie slowly up to standing and he felt her begin to undo his belt. The buckle loose, he felt Sam unbutton his jeans and open the fly, slipping her hand inside to rub his inner thigh and squeeze his leg.

She kissed him once more before breaking them apart. She slowly pushed his pants down his legs, taking his underwear with them, as she crouched to the floor. Freddie looked down to see Sam briefly eye his cock, fully erect and twitching slightly as a thin bead of clear fluid gathered at the tip. Freddie trembled as Sam rose from her crouch, dragging her palms across the skin of his legs as she did and letting her fingernails lightly scratch him. He moaned as Sam’s hands moved across his inner thighs, skirting his crotch to wrap around to his ass, squeezing firmly.

Now standing, Sam moved in to kiss Freddie again. She brought their bodies flush against each other and Freddie felt his dick jump as it touched her skin. Moving against him in an undulating wave, Sam sandwiched his cock between the inner surfaces of her leg and his own and began to roll it up and down between their thighs, covering their skin with the clear fluid now freely flowing from Freddie’s cock.

“Ungh…” he groaned, briefly throwing his head back in pleasure before lowering it again to let Sam capture his lips. The sensation was unlike any other he had ever experienced before; the smoothness of Sam’s skin on side and the roughness of the sparse hair on his own skin on the other, combined with the novel sensation of the motion itself was maddening and only made the hunger within him grow stronger and more wild.

After a moment, Sam removed her leg, replacing it almost immediately with her hand. Freddie sighed as she grasped the center of his shaft and began to slowly stroke him. After a few strokes, Freddie felt Sam begin moving away from the sofa’s arm and towards the sofa itself. Their lips still locked, Sam guided Freddie slowly down to the couch, so he was at first sitting, and then laying on it, his head propped up against the armrest and his legs spread wide with his right foot on the cushions, the leg bent and leaning against the backrest, and his left on the floor, the leg almost straight and the toes curling into the pile of the carpet.

Sam leaned into him, propping herself up with her left knee on the couch, her left hand on his chest and her right around his cock. Letting Freddie’s mouth go free, Sam leaned back slightly and changed her grip. He let out a high, keening cry as she pinched his nipple and twisted it between her fingers.

“Ah… mm… ooh!” Freddie moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his body contorting wildly. Sam’s expertise with his cock was, simply put, incredible, and she was doing things with it—wild, crazy things that set Freddie’s skin on fire, filling him with a level of ecstasy that he couldn’t even begin to believe—that either he’d never tried or that had plainly never occurred to him to try. Freddie continued to moan in pleasure, the sounds escaping his mouth quickly becoming louder, higher, and more frequent as he felt himself moving closer to the edge.

“Sam, ah… ungh…. Sam, I’m…” he could barely manage to gasp as she continued to work his dick. “I’m gonna c—ah! Sam… Sam, I’m gonna…” He felt Sam release her grip on him and then twist his nipple again; the slight pain coupled with the removal of Sam’s hand allowed Freddie to regain control and pull himself back.

Freddie pulled himself up to a sitting position, and wrapped his right leg around Sam’s body and his right arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. He kissed her forcefully and used his left hand to massage her breasts through her bra.

Sam sighed as Freddie continued to touch and squeeze her. After a few moments, she pushed him back slightly, breaking them apart; she then reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra which Freddie quickly slid off her shoulders and tossed aside. He pulled her back to him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, savoring the warmth and smoothness of her skin against his own, kissing her deeply. He moved his hand back to Sam’s breasts, running his thumb lightly across her firm nipples and causing her to moan against him.

Sam let Freddie give her a few more quick squeezes before taking his hand in hers and directing it down to her crotch. As she slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, Freddie gasped at how wet she was. She had been wet when he touched her their first time, of course, but now her vagina was practically dripping, the short hair around her folds heavily soaked. She moved his hand to massage her crotch a few times before reaching down herself and sliding her panties off; Freddie helped her remove them and toss them aside.

Again Sam moved his hand to begin massaging her folds. This time, though, Freddie needed much less guidance. He used two fingers to rub up and down and in small circles around all sides of her entrance, first on the right, then on the left, then below, and finally above on the fold of skin covering her clit. Sam moaned louder as he did, throwing her head back at first only to bury it in his neck, bringing their bodies right against each other again. Freddie felt as though he could feel Sam’s heart beating faster and faster through her chest as she pressed against him; the feeling only made his own heart race faster too.

Sam’s hand was against his again as he heard her whisper, “Inside,” breathlessly into his ear between moans. Swallowing hard, Freddie slipped his forefinger through the folds of skin and into her vagina. She moaned loudly as he moved his finger around, rubbing her walls softly in small circles.

“Ah… ah! Mm… ooh… oh!” Sam sighed and groaned as Freddie slid a second finger inside her and continued moving them around, sliding them in and out. Reaching down between them she took his hand and moved his thumb up to her clit. He massaged the area around it, making small circles with his thumb while he continued stroking her walls with his fingers.

Freddie felt Sam’s body begin to tremble against his and her breaths become increasingly shorter when she finally reached down between them and pulled his hand away.

“You got a condom?” she asked, breathing heavily and sitting back.

“Um…” Freddie thought for a moment. “I think my mom gave me some a little while ago,” he said finally. “They should still be in my room.”

“Great,” she said. “Let’s go.”

Freddie got up off the couch and led Sam to his room. There he rummaged through a few drawers before finding the desired box buried deep at the back of his sock drawer.

“Aha!” he said, bringing the box out and setting it on his desk. He quickly checked the date on the side of the box. “Still good,” he said, reaching inside and drawing out one of the little foil packets. He walked to the edge of his bed where sat down on the crisply folded sheets. Noticing his cock had begun to grow soft, Freddie pumped his fist on it a few times to get up again before tearing the packet open and unrolling the latex sheath onto his dick. He tossed the empty wrapper aside and looked up to see Sam grinning a crooked grin as she looked him quickly up and down.

“Perfect,” she said again, advancing on him and placing her hands on his chest. She pushed him back onto the bed and crawled up with him. She swung her legs over him, holding herself over him as she bent down to kiss his lips; her blonde hair pooled around his face while the firm nubs of her nipples just barely grazed the surface of his chest, giving him goose bumps and making him shiver.

“Fuck…” Freddie breathed as Sam lowered herself onto him, guiding his six pulsing inches slowly, bit by bit into her. The sensations of the warmth and the wetness of her vagina completely encompassing his hard cock stole Freddie’s breath away and made his head light.

“Ah… oh… Oh, God, fuck… shit, ungh… ah! Oh… oh, my God!” he began to cry as she moved on top of him, riding him up and down. Freddie had never imagined that anything could ever feel this good.

The wild hunger within him taking over, Freddie grabbed Sam’s hips and began to thrust into her in time with her rhythm. She moaned deeply in response, throwing her head back and quickening the pace. Every few seconds, Freddie would steal a glance down his chest, little beads of sweat forming there across his skin, some gathering together to form small rivulets that rolled down the faint curvature of the muscles of his chest and abs, now seeing more use than they had in quite a while, to catch a glimpse of his engorged dick pumping in and out, in and out of Sam’s cave, making wet, slapping sounds each time he drove into her, burying himself to the base within her folds, before throwing his head back against the bed again, eyes alternately wide open or clenched shut and gasping for breath.

Sam rode him for several more minutes, the bed rocking beneath them and squeaking loudly with each thrust, before Freddie began to feel his release barreling towards him. He looked above him to see Sam, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made her glow, almost shine, in the light, her head thrown back and hair messily matted against her forehead and bare chest, rocking back and forth as she relentlessly pounded his erection.

“Sam… ungh… ah… Fuck, Sam… I think I’m gonn—ah! Fuck… Oh, shit… Sam, I’m gonna come! Ah, ah! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” Freddie cried, his voice rising almost to a squeal. Sam moaned something in response, but Freddie had already lost all capacity to understand anything other than the electricity coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart, and the primal hunger boiling over inside him.

Freddie kept thrusting as Sam continued to ride him. He was so close it was driving him mad. He thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper into her, the sounds of their bodies colliding growing louder and louder, until he finally felt her walls contract around his rock-hard cock. That was the last push he needed and Freddie cried out louder than he ever had before in his life as he felt himself fall head first over the edge. His orgasm washed over him in waves that could destroy entire nations, sending powerful tremors all through his body. Not more than a split second later, Sam called out too, her thrusts becoming for a moment more urgent and then growing weaker. Freddie rode out the waves of his orgasm, the cum pumping through his dick, and continued to thrust into her as she continued to grind against him until they both finally collapsed against each other, quivering and gasping for air.

After what seemed like an eternity, Freddie felt Sam stir against him. She sat up and slid off him and onto the floor. Freddie followed suit, sitting up and peeling the used condom off his now soft dick and tossing it into his wastebasket.

“Can I use your shower?” Sam said, running a hand over her forehead and through her hair.

“Yeah, sure,” Freddie said. He felt sticky and moist as he got off the bed. “I need one too.”

They went out into the living room. Freddie picked up his boxers and slid them on, cringing to himself at the sticky feeling of the mix of condom lube and his own cum on his dick as he did. Freddie walked over to the linen closet and retrieved a fresh set of towels while Sam put her panties back on and gathered the rest of her clothes from the floor.

Sam showered first while Freddie collected his clothes and straightened up the living room; Freddie followed. Freddie let the warm water run over him for a moment as he attempted to collect himself. Scrubbing away the layer of sweat and other bodily fluids that had built up on his skin, a part of Freddie wished that he could also scrub away the memory of this night and of their first time that night a month ago; strangely, though, another part of him hoped that the memories and images of those times, their feelings and sensations, haunting as they were, would not disappear and remain with him. Feeling more confused than ever, Freddie stepped out of the shower, and quickly toweled himself before wrapping the big towel around his waist and throwing a smaller one across his shoulders.

When he entered his room, he was surprised to see Sam still there, dressed now and fiddling with his collection of Galaxy Wars models.

“I thought you left already,” he said, standing in the doorway and rubbing the small towel through his still wet hair.

“Yeah,” she said back, idly.

Silence. He walked over to his dresser and rummaged through one of the drawers, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers.

“Well do you mind getting out of here for a second,” he said, finally. “I want to change.”

Sam turned from his models. “Oh, c’mon,” she laughed. “It’s not like it’s anything I have seen before.”

Freddie only gave her a stern look and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” she said, putting her hands up and moving out into the hall. “Just a joke.”

Sam gone Freddie began getting dressed. “So, Sam,” he said, slipping the underwear on under his towel. “I need to know what this all means.”

“What all what means?” her voice came back from just outside the door.

“Y’know,” he continued, undoing the towel from his waist and pulling the pajama bottoms on. “You… Me… Sex…” Freddie had to force the final word out.

There was no response from the hall.

“Do you like me now or something?” he pressed on. “Is this, like, your way of telling me?” He pulled the shirt over his head.

“What? Ew, no,” Sam said quickly.

Dressed now, Freddie stuck his feet into his pair of slippers and walked out into the hall. He found Sam leaning against the wall by his door, one arm crossed over his stomach.

“What then?” he said. He tried to meet her gaze but Sam averted her eyes, staring at the place where the wall met the floor.

“I just…” she began. “I just needed to blow off some steam.”

“So I’ve graduated from punching bag to stress ball now?”

She shrugged.

“Sam,” he said, “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with just being a toy you turn to when you’re feeling stressed.”

“Oh, come on, Fredward,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest and taking a more aggressive tone. “Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself,” she said, gesturing with her arm through his door at the bed, the sheets still in disarray. “Both times,” she added.

“Oh, well, I…” Freddie said, fighting off the urge to blush. “I mean… well, yeah…”

“Look. This,” she gestured between them, “doesn’t change anything. You’re still an insufferable dork.”

“That you’re sleeping with,” he said, raising one eyebrow and tilitng his head skeptically.

She brushed the statement off. “Out of all the guys out there,” she said, “you’re the only one who’d be embarrassed enough to keep quiet.”

Freddie thought for a moment. “I dunno,” he said, a grin starting to spread across his face. “If word gets out your sleeping with a geek, it could be pretty damaging to your reputation. What’s in it for me?”

“I won’t beat you up.”

Freddie cocked an eyebrow.

“I won’t beat you up any more than usual?”

“Not a chance,” he said, shaking his head.

“How about this,” Sam said after a moment of thought. “You let me come to you when I want a little action from time to time, and, in return for keeping quiet about it, I’ll let you come to me when you want the same.” After a moment she added, “God knows you can’t get it on your own.”

Freddie rolled his eyes. Insult aside, however, the offer did sound like a good one. And, Freddie had to admit to himself, being with Sam, even if it was a little rough, did feel very good. And maybe this was just his dick talking, but he wasn’t exactly eager to give that up.

“Alright,” he said, finally. “Deal.”