...loor in front of the bed and began to undo his belt followed shortly by his pants; he helped her slide the pants off his legs, revealing his black boxer-briefs, tenting in the center from the pressure of his cock straining against the fabric.
Sam wrapped a hand around his cock and balls through the fabric of his underwear, briefly massaging them in slow circles. Finally, she slid the boxer-briefs down his legs, the tip of his dick catching against the elastic band as she did and snapping back against his chest.
Reflecting later, Freddie would find that somehow, laying there completely naked on Sam's bed, Sam hovering over him, herself naked all but for her panties, he did not feel the least bit awkward, nor did he feel as though his life had been ruined, nor did he feel an ounce of embarrassment. Somehow, that moment had felt inexplicably right, and somehow rang inexplicably true, despite the complete craziness and utter confusion that had surrounded the rest of that night.
But at that moment, Freddie didn't have the luxury of being able to think straight. Sam crawled up onto the bed beside him, wrapping one arm around his neck and bringing him against her. She kissed him again, running her other hand all across his body. ...