...e grin. She rubbed her hands across his chest once again before standing up. Propping himself up by his elbows, Freddie watched as Sam slowly undid her jeans, sliding them down her legs to reveal a pair of panties in the same pale pink as her bra. Freddie felt Sam's hands on him again as she knelt down on the floor 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 t...