Jealous (Or: Do Me Instead)
Jealous (Or: Do Me Instead)
It makes her sick to watch her blonde best friend with a new girl every single night, and yet she stays with her, just hoping that one night... one night it'll be her special night to be with Sam Puckett.
"Tonight's lucky caller is... Tracy!" Sam announces.
"Tracy?" Carly questions.
"The gym."
"But you don't even go to the gym..."
"When Tracy's here, YES I do. Every day. From nine till twelve. Got it?"
Carly rolls her eyes.
It's the same deal every single day. Sam meets a girl, pretends to be someone she's clearly not just so they can have a simple fuck. Then, whenever the brunette mentions the fact that her friend is a slut, Sam only laughs and flips it off like it's no big deal.
"Hey, Sam?"
"What?"
"When are you going to stop this stupid charade?"
"When it gets boring."
Which will be never, thinks Carly. Sam sits on her friend's lap and hangs one arm around her waist. Carly sighs and pushes her best friend to the floor, who whines adamantly.
"Meanie."
"Oh, grow up, Sam."
Carly storms over to her room and slams the door. The whole apartment shakes. Sam stares at the door for a long time just waiting for her to come out again and announce that she's being an idiot and she should go have a wonderful time, whoring about the city with every girl under the sun.
There's just one problem. She's definitely in love with her roommate. Yes, they're best friends. Yes, they live together.
Yes, Sam's a renowned slut.
But Carly was her first everything. You never forget your first love, that's for sure. You never forget your first kiss, or your first fuck even... Yeah, they'd fucked alright. Which was magical, according to Sam. She had never asked Carly for a sexual favour again.
Okay, so there was the occasional pussy licking session...
The bedroom door opens and Carly stands in the doorway. Sam runs to her and kisses her hard, on the lips. The girl stands there, still.
"I'm sorry," Carly says.
"Carls, let's go to dinner tonight."
"What about Tracy?"
"I'll cancel. Just you and me, babe."
Carly looked at Sam strangely. Sam pecked her lips softly, before wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, tapping her ass. Carly giggled softly and pulled her friend back into her room, pulling her skirt up and underwear down, lying back on the bed.
"You sure?"
"Just do me already!"
And Sam did. They forgot about dinner.
THE END
It makes her sick to watch her blonde best friend with a new girl every single night, and yet she stays with her, just hoping that one night... one night it'll be her special night to be with Sam Puckett.
"Tonight's lucky caller is... Tracy!" Sam announces.
"Tracy?" Carly questions.
"The gym."
"But you don't even go to the gym..."
"When Tracy's here, YES I do. Every day. From nine till twelve. Got it?"
Carly rolls her eyes.
It's the same deal every single day. Sam meets a girl, pretends to be someone she's clearly not just so they can have a simple fuck. Then, whenever the brunette mentions the fact that her friend is a slut, Sam only laughs and flips it off like it's no big deal.
"Hey, Sam?"
"What?"
"When are you going to stop this stupid charade?"
"When it gets boring."
Which will be never, thinks Carly. Sam sits on her friend's lap and hangs one arm around her waist. Carly sighs and pushes her best friend to the floor, who whines adamantly.
"Meanie."
"Oh, grow up, Sam."
Carly storms over to her room and slams the door. The whole apartment shakes. Sam stares at the door for a long time just waiting for her to come out again and announce that she's being an idiot and she should go have a wonderful time, whoring about the city with every girl under the sun.
There's just one problem. She's definitely in love with her roommate. Yes, they're best friends. Yes, they live together.
Yes, Sam's a renowned slut.
But Carly was her first everything. You never forget your first love, that's for sure. You never forget your first kiss, or your first fuck even... Yeah, they'd fucked alright. Which was magical, according to Sam. She had never asked Carly for a sexual favour again.
Okay, so there was the occasional pussy licking session...
The bedroom door opens and Carly stands in the doorway. Sam runs to her and kisses her hard, on the lips. The girl stands there, still.
"I'm sorry," Carly says.
"Carls, let's go to dinner tonight."
"What about Tracy?"
"I'll cancel. Just you and me, babe."
Carly looked at Sam strangely. Sam pecked her lips softly, before wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, tapping her ass. Carly giggled softly and pulled her friend back into her room, pulling her skirt up and underwear down, lying back on the bed.
"You sure?"
"Just do me already!"
And Sam did. They forgot about dinner.
THE END
5 years ago