3. Sam.

Sam lay half on top of Carly, revelling in the feel of the brunette's body beneath hers. Their mouths were joined in passionate lip-lock, tongues caressing each other, kisses merging into one another until Sam was dizzy from the sensation of it all. Sam had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. To finally be able to hold Carly close, and show her how much she loved her, and feel Carly's love in return, was Heaven as far as she was concerned. The blonde felt hot desire building within her, as months (years?) of sexual tension was at last given free reign.

Sam slid one hand under Carly's tee-shirt, moving slowly upwards over heated skin. She gently cupped her palm over one small, firm breast, hoping that she wasn't being too bold, then realised she needn't have worried when Carly gasped and arched her chest upwards, obviously welcoming the touch. Sam rubbed her palm back and forth over a taut nipple. then urged Carly to sit up slightly so that she could divest her of her tee-shirt. With the brunette naked from the waist up, Sam was able to lavish attention on both breasts, rubbing and tweaking sensitive flesh, as her lips placed tiny kisses up and down Carly's jaw, neck, and collarbone. By the time Sam began using her lips and tongue in the places where her hands and fingers had just been, Carly was all but writhing on the bed, making the most delightful little moans and whimpers.

Sam captured Carly's lips in another searing kiss, and Carly took the opportunity to slide her hands up under Sam's singlet. Carly returned the attention her lover had just given her, cupping and massaging Sam's full, heavy breasts, pinching and rolling hard nipples between her fingers until she made the blonde gasp.

"Oh, god, Carly..."

"Not too rough?" asked Carly.

Sam shook her head. "No. I like it."

Carly smiled devilishly, and lifted Sam's singlet up and over her head, leaving the blonde topless, chest exposed to her hungry gaze. Carly took one erect nipple into her mouth, alternating between sucking hard and raking her teeth over the pebbled flesh, before switching to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. Sam moaned loudly, feeling like sparks were shooting from her breasts down to between her legs, where she knew she was wetter than she ever had been before.

"God, Carly! You're driving me crazy!"

Carly slid one hand down Sam's side, then reached round to cup the blonde's ass, squeezing firmly before bringing her hand back up to toy with the waistband of Sam's shorts.

"I want to feel your skin against mine," murmured Carly, voice thick with passion.

Sam didn't need a second invitation, and quickly slid out of her boxers, then helped Carly out of hers. Carly pulled Sam down on top of her once more, and their lips melded together again. Sam took a brief moment to be amazed at how well their bodies fitted together. With Carly's head and shoulders propped up on her pillows, they were eye-to-eye and chest-to-chest, and as amazing as it had felt to press her body against Carly's before, it was a bajillion times better without clothes in the way. One of Sam's thighs had naturally fallen to lay between Carly's slightly spread legs, and when the blonde began instinctively grinding her pelvis into the other girl, Carly threw back her head and let out a loud moan.

"Ohh... yeah! Just like that..." A second later, Carly began moving her hips in time to meet Sam's thrusts, and when she lifted one knee to brace her foot against the bed, Sam was able to get the direct pressure she needed from Carly's thigh against her own throbbing sex.

The two of them settled into a steady rhythm, perfectly in sync with each others' movements, hips grinding together and thighs sliding against wet, heated centres, leaving slick trails of moisture against pale skin.

"God, Sam... You're so wet..."

"That's what you do to me, Cupcake. You got me so worked up... God, you're so fucking hot! And I can feel how wet you are, too..."

"I'm wet for you, Sam... God, I've wanted you for so long... Fuck me, Sam!" Carly grasped Sam's hips in her hands and pulled the blonde hard against her, urging her to pick up the pace. Sam increased the speed and pressure of her movements, Carly keeping pace with her the whole way.

Sam felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her, building up towards a powerful climax. The heat between them was like a furnace, and Sam would have been quite happy at that moment to just melt into Carly, becoming so close that she could no longer tell where she ended and the other girl began. A glistening sheen of sweat coated both of them as their movements became frantic. Sam knew she was close, and judging by the noises Carly was making, so was she. Grabbing a fistful of dark hair, Sam gave Carly one more hard kiss, plundering her mouth with her tongue. Then, staring straight into the brunette's dark, lust-filled eyes, said, "I wanna see you come for me, Carly. Are you gonna come?"

"Oh yeah, Sam. I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Come with me, baby! I want us to come together!"

A few more hard thrusts, and then Carly cried out loudly, as her body convulsed and shook with her release. A second later, Sam added her own cries to the mix, as a powerful orgasm exploded within her. The girls held each other tightly as they rode out their orgasms - the wonderful sensations each was feeling in her own body enhanced and drawn out by the feel of the other trembling in their arms.

Their movements gradually slowed, then ceased, as Sam lay weakly on top of Carly, face buried in the crook of her neck, both girls struggling to catch their breath. Sam rolled to one side so she was no longer pinning Carly to the bed. Carly half-followed her, so that they ended up on their sides, facing each other, limbs still entwined.

"I love you," Carly said in a soft, sincere voice.

"I love you too, Carly." Sam replied earnestly, then suddenly grinned. "That was amazing..."

"I know..." Carly smirked back. "Everything I expected and more." She brushed the blonde's sweat-dampened bangs back off her face, then leaned in to place a sweet, soft kiss on her swollen lips.

They lay in each others' arms for a while as their bodies cooled, just staring into each others' eyes or playing with each others' hair, seemingly unable to wipe the goofy grins off their faces. Sam was amazed at what they - she and Carly! - had just done, and what they now knew they meant to each other. All because of a dumb sketchbook!

"Were my drawings really that obvious?" Sam asked out of the blue.

If Carly was surprised by the question, she didn't show it - she was used to the randomness of her friend's thoughts - and she answered straight away. "Some of them were. It became more obvious when you looked at them all together. But that love-heart on the back cover was pretty much a dead giveaway!"

Sam frowned. "What love-heart?"

"Ahh... the one in which you wrote our initials..."

Sam gave her a blank look. "What?"

Carly rolled her eyes and disengaged herself from Sam. She got up and walked over to where Sam's sketchbook lay discarded on the floor. Picking it up, she brought it over to show Sam the heart drawn inside the back cover. Sam sat up on the edge of the bed to get a better look.

"See: 'S.P. and C.S.' Sam Puckett and Carly Shay," the brunette explained patiently. "Not terribly subtle."

Sam studied the tiny doodle in puzzlement. "Um, Carls... I didn't put that there."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I didn't draw that."

Carly frowned in confusion. "But, it's your book, right?"

"Yeah, but I promise you I didn't put no love-heart in it. And I'm not just saying that to avoid owning up to liking girly stuff like love-hearts. Look..." Sam pointed to the letters written inside the heart. "The initials aren't even in my handwriting. Couldn't you tell?"

Carly stared at the page. "Well... I hardly ever see your handwriting. It's not like you do schoolwork! And you always make me or Freddie write down all the iCarly ideas." Carly pondered for a moment. "But... if it wasn't you that wrote it... and it certainly wasn't me... then who?"

Carly and Sam looked at each other in sudden understanding, jaws dropping wide open. "WENDY!" they both cried at exactly the same time.

"It makes perfect sense!" said Sam. "She knew I was crushing on you; she'd been trying to get me to tell you; AND she had my sketchbook this afternoon!"

"AND she made sure to return it to me instead of you." Carly picked up the train of thought, as she commenced pacing back and forth in front of Sam. She began combing her free hand through her dark tresses, still tangled and sweat-dampened from their lovemaking, as she began to piece all the clues together. "AND she encouraged me to look through it! And... wait..." Carly stopped her pacing to stare at Sam. "Wendy knew that you were crushing on me? You told her and not me?"

Sam had the good grace to look at least a little uncomfortable. "Well... I had to tell someone! I was going crazy thinking about you. It wasn't like I could talk to you about it. And I sure as hell wasn't going to tell the Fred-nub! And I knew I could trust Wendy - or thought I could... I'm sorry?"

Carly considered for a second, then shrugged and smiled. "S'okay. I'm actually glad you have someone else you can talk to when you can't come to me." Carly resumed her pacing, unaware that Sam's eyes were following her closely on her journeys back and forth across the carpet.

"So..." Sam tried to ignore the sight of the gloriously naked and sexy girl moving and bouncing around in front of her, and regather her thoughts. "Did you say Wendy encouraged you to look at the sketchbook?"

"Yeah. She must have drawn the love-heart in this afternoon, after she picked up your book, then brought it over here, knowing that I'd find it after she told me to take a look! She totally set us up!"

"Why that devious, conniving, interfering little... aargh!" Sam ground out, clenching her fists. "Why, next time I see her I oughta..."

"Thank her!" Carly cut in, interrupting whatever Sam was going to say next. "We oughta thank her, Sam! We're together now, because of what she did! And maybe it was wrong of her to interfere, but it worked out for the best. If I had never seen your beautiful drawings, I may never have gotten up the courage to tell you how I feel... Sam?" Carly noticed that the other girl wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. Instead, her eyes had a glazed and slightly hungry look to them, and were roving up and down her body instead of focussing on her face. Sam's mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing a little faster than usual. She was even squirming a little where she sat, slowly rubbing her thighs together as her hands tightly gripping the edge of the bed. Sam couldn't help herself - she was unashamedly checking Carly out. And struggling to stop herself from just grabbing her new lover and throwing her back on the bed. She was trying to pay attention, really she was. Something about some other girl who wasn't Carly who they should be thanking... Although it had only been a couple minutes since Carly left her arms, already Sam's body was yearning for the feel of her again. She briefly wondered if it was normal to feel such strong desire so soon after they'd... done what they'd just done. Then she decided she didn't care.

"I'm sorry..." Sam's voice came out hoarse. "It's just... I never really got a good chance to look at you... before, when we... God, you're beautiful! And fuckin' sexy!"

Carly didn't seem to mind the scrutiny. She smiled flirtatiously, tossed her long hair back over her shoulders and posed saucily with one hand on her hip. "You like what you see, Puckett?"

"Hell yeah I do! You gonna come back to bed, Shay?"

"Depends... Do you promise not to be mad with Wendy?"

"Cross my heart." Sam used her fingers to draw a cross on her skin just above her left breast, fully aware that by doing so she was drawing Carly's attention to that specific area of her body. Smiling wickedly, Sam moved her hand downwards, grazing her palm over her nipple, which responded by visibly hardening. Sam continued to move her hand downwards, fingers trailing over her belly, then even lower. Carly's gaze followed the whole way, and now she was the one breathing fast and visibly squirming.

"So... now do you wanna come back to bed?" asked Sam, voice thick with need.

"Hell yeah I do!" exclaimed Carly. "But this time I'm on top," she added.

"Works for me, babe."

For the second time that night, Sam's sketchbook fell to the floor, forgotten. Carly launched herself into the arms of her lover, pushing her backwards and pinning her against the mattress amidst muffled giggles and breathy sighs - which soon began to change into other noises...