iCarly: iHave Sex

iCarly: iHave Sex

Author’s note: This is my first sex story, so I would really appreciate it if you could post any positive or negative feedback in the comments. That way, I’ll know what to improve on, and from there, I’ll decide if I should make a sequel. Thank you, and please enjoy the story!

“And ….. We’re clear!”

15-year old Freddie Benson shut off his camera and joined the two girls, Carly Shay and Sam Puckett, who were standing in the middle of the room. The three best friends had just finished their latest episode of iCarly, their popular webshow which Carly and Sam hosted and did crazy antics. Freddie was the cameraman, or as he liked to call it: “technical producer.”

Carly was Freddie’s neighbor and good friend, and Freddie had a huge crush on Carly. Carly was also 15, and had long, silky black hair that ran about halfway down her back, and mesmerizing brown eyes. She was wearing a tight-fitting light blue Old Navy t-shirt that really brought out her still-growing B cup tits, and was wearing a pair of denim shorts, exposing her beautiful, tan legs. To top it off, she was wearing cute pink flip flops and had a flowery scent to her. Freddie did not try to hide his crush on Carly and constantly told her that he loved her or that they should go out, but Carly almost never showed any positive responses to Freddie’s requests.

Sam was also 15, and had a very interesting relationship with Freddie. Sam would always make fun of Freddie, and even sometimes beat him up if he annoyed her. However, a few weeks earlier, Sam and Freddie had both been teased that they had never kissed anyone before. So, Sam and Freddie kissed each other in private to get it over with and promised not to tell anybody. After that, they had gone back to making fun of each other, but Freddie never forgot his first kiss, which left a permanent imprint on his lips (in a good way). Sam had long, wavy blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes, and had breasts about the same size as Carly, which were barely contained by her black and pink t-shirt. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, which amplified her beautiful ass and hips. Sam was a trouble-maker and acted like a boy sometimes, by beating up people and eating a lot of meat and chili.

“That was one of our best iCarlys yet!” exclaimed Carly.

“Yeah, our ratings were really high!” said Freddie

In the past year, Freddie’s voice had gotten deeper, and he knew it was because of puberty. Freddie used to be fairly chubby, but in the past year, he had grown a few inches and had evened out his weight with his height. Freddie thought he was pretty good looking and he even had a few girls in school that wanted to go out with him, but Freddie had turned them down in hopes of dating Carly. Freddie did not know why Carly had turned him down so many times.

The three teenagers walked out of their iCarly studio and went downstairs. By the front door of the apartment, they saw Spencer, Carly’s 26 year old brother who she lived with, standing with a duffel bag. Spencer had dropped out of law school to be an artist, and he was a bit eccentric, but Carly kept him under control most of the time. Spencer usually had a new sculpture he was working on, but Sam and Freddie were surprised to see that there was nothing new here.

“You sure you’ll be fine here on your own?” asked Spencer

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” said Carly. “Don’t worry, I’ll just throw a party and trash the house while you’re gone”

“That’s not funny,” said Spencer.

“Where are you going?” asked Sam.

“To the art convention”

“Uh, an art convention?” said Freddie.

“Yeah, you know, a convention of art. You see, artist around the world gather toge-”

“Yeah, don’t care,” interrupted Sam.

Spencer kissed Carly good-bye and went out the door.

“So what is there to eat in this place?” asked Sam suddenly.

“We have some leftover Chinese that we can warm up,” replied Carly.

“Ooh! I love Chinese!” exclaimed Sam.

“You love to eat everything, Sam!” said Carly.

“Yeah…” said Sam.

During dinner, the three friends were talking but Freddie was spending the entire time staring at his two beautiful friends. Freddie was studying the exquisiteness of Carly’s breasts and body and was getting a massive erection. Freddie found his mind thinking about the kiss with Sam, and his eyes starting wandering to Sam’s tits.

“Hello? Freddie? You still there, dipwad?” asked Sam

“What? What did you say?” asked Freddie, disgruntled and embarrassed.

“We were asking what you thought we should do for our next iCarly,” said Carly.

“Oh, I was thinking we should put on a few improv plays and have our viewers vote for the breast – I mean best one.”

Carly and Sam started to giggle.

“What?” said Freddie “I meant to say best.”

After a grueling two more minutes of teasing, they finished their meal and Carly and Sam got up to clean up. Freddie still had a huge boner and did not want the girls to see it and tease him for it, so he stayed sitting.

“Aren’t you gonna help, Fredward?” asked Sam.

“Yeah I’ll be there in a second,” said Freddie.

Freddie waited a minute until his boner had died down a bit and got up to help the girls. Out of the corner of his eye, Freddie thought he saw Carly’s eyes flicker to his crotch, but when he turned to look at Carly, she was focusing on the dishes. Freddie decided that it must have been his imagination.

After supper, they watched a few hours of TV, and after that, Freddie and Sam went home to their respective apartments. Freddie lived across the hall, and Sam lived a few floors up. As Freddie walked into his apartment, his extremely worrisome and overprotective mom bombarded him with questions regarding where he was and why he didn’t tell her.

“I was just at Carly’s, mom,” replied Freddie. “It’s just across the hall.”

“Well it’s very late and you need to go to bed now,” said Mrs. Benson.

“But it’s only ten o’ clock!” exclaimed Freddie. “And it’s summer! I don’t have school tomorrow!”

“Well you need your sleep, Freddie,” said Mrs. Benson. “And if it makes you feel any better, I’m going to bed, too.”

Freddie reluctantly walked into his room, grumbling. The second he heard his mother close her bedroom door, Freddie sat up in bed and turned on his laptop. He was working on a project on the computer where he was photoshopping Carly’s face onto a porn star’s body. Freddie had almost made it look genuine, when he heard a faint knock on the front door. Freddie’s mom was already fast asleep, so he knew he had to answer the door. Freddie again tried to relax his raging erection and when he thought it was safe he opened the door. Carly was at the other side of the door, now wearing a tight gray tank top which her blossoming breasts were bulging out of, and had on a pair of sweatpants. Freddie was having a very difficult time preventing his boner from reemerging.

“Were you in bed just now?” asked Carly, smiling.

“What!” exclaimed Freddie. “My mom makes me go to bed early. And I wasn’t even sleeping, I was on my laptop.”

“Whatever,” said Carly. “Well, I came over here because I was all bored and lonely. Do you want to keep me company and maybe watch a movie?”

Freddie was having a hard time not jumping up and down in the air, but he managed to keep it cool and just replied, “Sure, why not?”

“Great!” said Carly, and the two of them walked into Carly’s apartment and sat down next to each other on the couch.

“Hey, where’s Sam?” asked Freddie.

“Oh, uh, she couldn’t make it,” said Carly. “What, I’m not good enough?”

“No, no, of course not,” Freddie said quickly. “You’re perfect.”

“Thank you, Freddie,” said Carly, happy to be praised.

The two of them were watching the latest Harry Potter movie, but Freddie was barely paying any attention to the video. He was spending the whole time trying to figure out how he can manage to slip his arm around Carly’s shoulder, and maybe even get a kiss from her!

Carly stood up at once and said, “Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, sure,” replied Freddie.

Once Carly was gone, Freddie started thinking about how beautiful Carly was and how much he wanted to put his arm around her and kiss her. Freddie was contemplating: “Maybe I could go for the good old fake stretch, and then actually leave my arm around her shoulder. No, that’s too obvious. Yeah, but it still works most of the time, even if the girls know it’s coming.”

Freddie was going back and forth, and decided to stick with the fake stretch method.