...fly 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. Her hand moved down the entire length of his erection before closing firmly around the center of his shaft; Freddie yelped again as a tremor that probably would have registered a solid 7 on the Richter scale shot through his body. He thought he might come then and there, but managed to pull himself back from the edge, if only just.
"Oh shit," Freddie said, throwing his head back before burying his face in the curve of her neck, as Sam began to pump her hand up and down across his cock. He moaned against her neck and his heart began to race even f...