The Emancipation of Fred Benson

Not Just One of the Girls

This story takes place during the groups second year of college. In this story iOMG happened, but nothing was ever done about it! Enjoy. Oh, by the way in answer to the pm I got on one of my stories that I took down; I don't put disclaimers because I figure you already know that I'm not the owner of iCarly. There, now you have your disclaimer! LOL

The trio sat in "BIG JIM'S" pub, drinking and going over the week's events. Carly had broken up with Tim. 'No big surprise there,' Freddie thought. The guy was just out for the lay and he thought Carly would be his next victim. Sam's boyfriend of the week, Will, had also turned out to be less than stellar in the faithful department. That poor bastard was still looking for his nuts.

Every few days Freddie would endure these nights out and depending on the night, the guy, or the phase of the moon, Freddie would hear how wonderful or how awful the latest guy was. He was the crying shoulder for them both. He tossed back his third Jack and coke, hold the coke, and grunted as it lit a fire down his throat to his stomach. For the past, well really, most of his life he was with, near or in contact with both women and he had come to the conclusion that it was doing him permanent harm. The waitress came by and he held up two fingers and pointed to his glass. She nodded and went back to the bar. When she returned he handed her a twenty and told her to keep the change. The whole time that this had gone on, Carly and Sam had droned on and on about the lack of a decent man to be found around the campus, and Freddie finally and for all time snapped.

"Oh for the love of God will you two shut the Fuck up?" Freddie slammed the glass down with such force that it shattered on impact. Sam and Carly were shocked by the outburst, as was the whole bar. Even the jukebox stopped playing.

"For more years than I can remember," Freddie started, far to buzzed to care anymore what anyone thought, "I've listened to the two of you drone on and on about how "hot" this guy is or how "smoking" this other guy is and then by the end of the week I have to hear about what a "low life son-of-a-bitch" he is or what a "loser" or a "pencil or needle dick" he turns out to be. Then I'm forced to hear how great it would be if you could both just meet someone like me, only not ME! I ask you both here and now, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? I know more about the two of you than you know about yourselves! I've sat at various times with each of you through break-ups, unrequited love, family problems, and do you know what I got out of all of that, I GOT DICK! Is either one of you even aware that my mom had a heart attack last summer and almost died? No! Because last summer was the summer of Brad and Gibby. I sat at the hospital, ALONE, for four weeks while the four of you made out and shacked up. Then when it all went south on you, you both came and cried on my shoulder about what jerks they were. Add to that them coming to me and telling me about how the two of you have such a high ideal of what a boyfriend should that no one could fill it, BUT ME!"

Freddie's rant now had the entire bar silent and both girls red faced and stunned into silence themselves, "This is the way my life has been every since we became friends. You want someone just like me, only not me! What kind of fucking logic is that? And because you two monopolize so much of my time, the few girls out there that see that I'm really a nice catch stay away because," he held up one finger, " one, they think I'm dating one or both of you," he held up a second finger, "two, they think that maybe I'm in love with one or both of you," he held up a third finger, "They think that because we spend so much time together that I'm GAY," he held up a fourth, "And lastly, the guys that think I'm cute and would ask me out, not that I'm gay, but they won't ask me out because of, you guessed it, you two. I've had it! Neither one of you asked about the summer abroad program that I applied for, well I got it, three months of studies at Oxford in England."

"I'm tired of the two of you thinking that I'm one of the girls," Freddie stood and ripped open his shirt exposing the hairy and very toned and chiseled chest underneath, and every woman in the bar, including Carly and Sam felt the heat go way up at the sight of it, "I'm six foot three inches tall and in the middle of my last growth spurt according to my doctor, I weight one hundred and ninety pounds, I can bench press three hundred pounds without much effort, and I'll lay you odds that my dick is bigger and better that most of the so called men in this bar right. I never measured the thing, but I could give John Holmes a run for his money," at that he pulled down his pants and showed a very impressive bulge in his fruit of the looms. This brought out cat calls and whistles from all over the bar, and two bouncers from the front door.

Freddie pulled his pants back up and held his hands out to the men, "Relax guys, just proving a point."

The bartender smiled and nodded her head and the men returned to the door.

"As to your question Sam, unlike Brad, I assure you that I do know how to use "all my pencil" as at two women at this bar can attest, although I won't mention any names," Freddie grinned as he caught Sam looking at his crotch.

"I'll be happy to attest to that fact," Cindy Bates, the dark skinned head cheerleader, stood up and winked at Freddie, "he's the best kept secret on campus!"

Her boyfriend started to say something, but Cindy cut him off, "Darrel, as soon as we met, Fred and I stopped seeing each other. He knew I love you and didn't want to stand in the way, so just shut up! Fred baby, you go right ahead."

"I'll speak up," Sandra the bartender shouted out, "Fred and I been fuck buddies for almost Two years and girls that man can "Write his name" like nobody's business!"

Sandra was about Thirty years old and was the hottest woman in the bar. Every guy in the place had at least once entertained the idea of sleeping with the stunning blonde with the awesome set of D-cups. No one ever had, at least till now, ever been able to accomplish this goal. The crowd settled into a quite buzz over her statement.

Sam and Carly were unsure of what to do or say, but both women found themselves aroused by the whole scene and by the very confident and in control Freddie, no , Fred that stood before them.

"You ladies didn't have to speak up, but I thank you," he smiled and winked at them both, he then turned back to Sam and Carly, "So as you can see, I'm not just of the girls. At various times in my life I've had crushes or been in love with you both, but you both chose not to pursue anything with me and as much as that hurt, I went along with that, because that what good "pal" Freddie did. Well Freddie is DEAD, LONG LIVE FRED! I'll be leaving Friday morning for England, I have a date in twenty minutes with Sandra upstairs, that leaves you two just two days to decide just what you want to do with the information you have learned here tonight. Freddie waited till he just dropped dead. Fred has got a pair of balls on him and he doesn't wait or take a backseat to anyone anymore. You've both had enough time to see and compare what's out there, I don't think you'll find anyone better for either of you than me," with That he walked over to Carly and lifted her out of her chair and placed a thirty second kiss on her that made Carly's shoes fall off and left her with a tingling between her legs. He sat her back down and picked Sam up out of her chair and planted a kiss on her. Sam's body went into automatic, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands through his hair. Sam let a deep throated moan escape her and felt herself go wet as he danced his tongue in and out of her mouth. All too soon he pulled her away and sat her back down in the chair. He grinned at both of them and said, "If that didn't open your eyes, then it's too late."

"Fred honey," Sandra called from the bar, "Henry's here so we can go now. I've got some "dicKation" for you to do!"

Fred grinned at the two women and wiggled his eyebrows at them and said, "Don't wait up ladies, I won't be home tonight."

He walked to the bar and effortlessly lifted Sandra off the bar, where she was sitting, and carried her up the steps to the top floor. Several minutes later the bar got quiet as the ceiling fixtures over some of the tables began to sway back and forth and what sounded like a jackhammer being used. Everyone either laughed quietly to themselves or looked at the fixtures with envy. Carly was lost in a fantasy about her and Fred and an island, while Sam was lost in a fantasy of her and Fred back at the apartment they all three shared and Fred slamming her into the mattress with all his might.

The next morning Sam and Carly awoke and found that Fred had indeed not been home all night. They both felt strange about that situation.

"How many nights, when one of us had someone here, do you think Fred had someone he stayed with? " Carly asked.

"I don't even want to think about it," Sam said sulking at the breakfast table, "Was he really at the library studying all those nights he came back late? I never heard him say a word about his mom being sick, did you?"

"No," Carly admitted, "but then again I never asked or gave him the opportunity to either. Sam, have we really been overlooking Fred that badly? I mean are we that shallow, that we just treated him like one of the girls and didn't notice that he'd grown up?"

"As much as I hate to say it, yes we are, " Sam said with a very sad tone, "I think we just looked at him as little Freddie, our tech geek, and truth be told, both of our back-up plan for a guy, and didn't see him as a man. Although last night when I wrapped my legs around him I felt his "pencil" and Jesus, have I been missing out?"

"What did he mean about Brad?" Carly asked her.

"Never mind," Sam said sharply, "Let's just say that was a month and a half of "two pumps and a grunt", I never got to find mine!

"At least you knew something was going on," Carly laughed, "I had to take Gibby's word for it that we did anything!"

Both women laughed at the sad shape of their love lives. Between the two of them they had dated ten guys since they had started college and every one of them had failed them miserable when it came down to love. Once or twice they had found good sex partners, but those had turned into cheating S.O.B.'s or in one case a bi-sexual. Fred's wakeup call last night had hit them both very hard. Sam was especially struck with how she had fuck up what could have been something great with him by trying to play it off as no big deal when she had kissed him. She had said it was just to shut him up and had cringed inside when she saw how hurt he was. For two months afterwards, he made sure that he was never alone with her and even after then, he spent six months only talking when spoken to. They had finally gotten back to some kind of close friendship when Sam met Gil and Freddie was the one who came through for her when he had pushed her out of his car at the lake for not going down on him. She had cried on his shoulder for two weeks and he never once mentioned to her that he had said Gil was an asshole. He hadn't tried anything with her either. More than once it had crossed her mind and she had even tried to kiss him once, but he said no that that wasn't what she needed right now. He had bailed her out when Roger, the "love of my life" turned out to be the love of many girls lives. That one had taken a month to get over, and he never left her side. Chad had been someone that she knew better than to date, but let the fact that he had given her one great night in bed blind her to the fact that Chad "pitched" for both teams. Dean was someone that she just knew was the one, despite the fact that Freddie told her he was a player and begged her not to go out with him, she had accused him of being jealous and even slapped his face, but when Dean had turned out to be just as Freddie had said he was Freddie had remained quiet and came to pick her up at the party where she found Dean and some tramp getting it on. He walked in got her, punched Dean in the mouth when Dean called her a bitch and a whore, and drove her back to the apartment. He never said a word, but for two days he held her and for the rest of last year till spring, never left her side and even made her laugh.

How did she repay him for all those times he had been there for her and kept her from falling apart? She went after his good friend Brad that summer and even lived with him for a month before she saw that she really felt nothing for the boy. She lived with him and slept with him while Freddie had sat in the hospital wondering if his mother was going to live or die. She never once asked or even talked to him about how his life was going. He had cared for her, taken care of her, saved her, and always been there for her and she had shit on him at every turn. She knew something was wrong over the summer, but she was having a good time and didn't want him to kill her buzz. 'God what a coldhearted bitch you are,' Sam thought to herself. Then had come Will this week, she never got past making out with him till she found out he had a string of girls. She had put her knee so far up his nuts that he still hadn't found them yet.

Class time rolled around and Fred still didn't show. The women got ready and walked across the street to the quad and into the mathematical arts building. When they walked into class they were both surprised to see Fred sitting in his spot and Julia Dixon sitting beside him with her hand in his. Julia was a small, about five foot tall, slightly overweight blonde with glasses and she hadn't had a boyfriend since she had arrived at college, well even before college, she didn't date. She was a little plain, but not unattractive, and guys overlooked her. Sam and Carly had known her for the past year, and had become friends with her. She had mentioned on more than one occasion that she thought Freddie was cute and wanted to "jump his bones" one time. The two leaned in and kissed very passionately. Carly and Sam's mouths dropped open at the site.

After the kiss, Julia noticed the women and got up and ran over to them. She was jumping around like she had ingested an entire bag of sugar.

"Sam, Carly, you'll never guess what happened," she practically gushed at them, "I was in the quad crying last night about being left out of all the fun things that go on here and Fred, he told me to call him Fred, came and sat down by me at about twelve thirty last night and started to talk to me about why I was crying. Well I told him and we started talking and well he got me to laughing and I remembered what you said to me once Sam, and well I kissed him. I told him I just wanted someone to make me feel special for the night," a huge grin crossed her face and made Sam think that this girl is beautiful, "Well one thing lead to another and, I GOT LAID LAST NIGHT! For the first time in my life, I DID THE NASTY! You guys didn't tell me that it would be so FUCKING great! Jesus are they all so big, I mean it hurt at first, but then, oh my God, do you always have more than one orgasm. I think I passed out at one point."

Sam found herself choking back a laugh at that remark. Oh this girl was in for a rude awaking when she met the rest of the male population. As upset as she was by the thought of Freddie putting it to two women last night, she found herself strangely attracted to him because he had seen Julia in pain and had once again become a knight in shining armor for a woman and he had ruined it for every guy who came after. Sam was really beginning to see that Freddie, Fred, was perhaps one of the best and hottest men that she had ever seen or known.

"So are you two going to date now?" Carly asked more than just a little surprised at the turn of events.

"No, I really like Fred," she smiled at them both, "but he's leaving for England and I don't think long distance relationships are very workable."

The rest of the day was a trip into the surreal for the women. Fred's outburst at the bar had become the talk of the campus and was creeping into the zone of legend. Sam noticed that every scank on campus was macking on Fred like he was a treat. For his part, Fred paid them little attention. Unfortunately Fred also ignored her and Carly as well.

They all three made it home about three thirty that afternoon, and Fred hadn't said a word to either of them. Sam threw down her book bag and went to the refrigerator and got some ham and a beer, "You guys want a beer?" she asked over her shoulder.

"No thanks," Carly said and started to her room.

"I'll take one Puckett," Fred said.

Carly stopped and Sam turned around at the same time and stared at Fred, "Holy shit," Sam spoke to him, "it speaks. I thought you had given up speaking to us for lint."

"Ha, ha," he frowned at her, "Can I get the beer or what?"

"Sure," she walked over and handed him the beer. Carly went and got one for herself and then joined them in the living room.

"Freddie, I mean FRED," Carly started, "We had no idea about your mom, how is she doing?"

"God, you two are really clueless," Fred shook his head, "She died Carly, six weeks ago, you know when I took those three days off from school."

Sam and Carly both spit out the beer they were drinking, "Oh Jesus Freddie," Sam said, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I did," he spit back at her, "But you two were so caught up in the Brad and Gibby show that you never showed. Super Wang and Small Scrotum were more important than me putting my mother in the ground. I have NO living family anymore did either one of you know that? Do either one of you care?"

He sat the beer down and stood up, "For over ten years whenever you guys needed me I was there for you, one fucking time I needed you guys to give me some kind of love and support and you two can't even find the time to show up. I buried her by myself. NO ONE CAME! NO ONE!"

Both women hung their heads in shame.

"Look, I'll get over all this and we can be friends again," he said, "But right now I really need to be as far away from you two as I can. My plane leaves Friday morning at seven. If you guys want to come say bye, that would be cool. I'm going to pack now and stay out someplace. I think it's best if we don't see each other till then."

He walked into his room and packed quickly and left. The women never lifted their heads as he walked out, they just said "Bye."

Sam got up and went to the kitchen and got two bottles of Makers Mark whisky and two glasses and returned to the living room.

"Well I feel like shit, how about you?" Sam asked.

Carly looked up with tears in her eyes, "We are a couple of selfish cunt's aren't we?"

"Carls that's the understatement of the year," Sam said as she poured both of them shots.

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Well I hope you guys enjoy this one. This one sprang from real life, believe it or not. I have a good idea where I want this to go, but I need you to tell me if you want more, so Please let me know!

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Shout out to pigwiz and my other good friend seddieSUPERFAN101