Freshlee Imagines

Sammy

Fuck, Y/N. You know I hate this guy. Why the fuck would you drag me here, to the mall, to find a Valentine's Day gift for him?" Sammy groans. "You two aren't even together - I bet he didn't get you shit," he crosses his arms and stalks forward, throwing a fit.
"I know...," I say, catching up to him. "But seeing as I don't have any other plans for tonight, who was I to reject his offer?" I scoff.
"Uh, hello?" He looks at me like I'm the worlds's biggest idiot - and I am. "We were supposed to do dinner and a movie tonight; you had plans," he raises his brow.
"Real plans, I mean," I blurt out. See what I mean? World's biggest idiot. "Shit, Sammy. You know what I mean. Real Valentine's Day plans," I correct myself.
"Right," he says coldly. "Can we get this over with? What are you even getting Mr. Star-of-the-Football-Team?" Sam rolls his eyes.
Sam's my best friend. Always has been, always will be. We know each other backwards and forwards. I know the back of his hand just as well as I know the back of mine. We do everything together; from hanging out to sleepovers. It was kind of a Dawson/Joey situation. We grew up together and our parents had always been okay with the whole sleepover idea. If one was at the others' late, we'd spend the night. That's how it had always been.
I could never deny my feelings for my best friend. I've been in love with him since that day he helped Miss Mary pick the gum out of my hair instead of joining everyone in recess. I've been in love with him since he beat the crap out of Johnny Coleman for sticking his gum IN my hair. Whatever, I'm in love with him - but I could never tell Sam, I could never ruin our friendship like that.
Today, I need Sam's help in a way I've never asked. I want to wear something sexy for Ryan tonight, and I needed a man's opinion.
"I want to wear something sexy," I say casually, expressing how okay I was with the idea.
"Sexy?!" He all but shouts, his eyes nearly out of their sockets. An expression I'd never seen on his face engulfs him. He's nervous, I think. "Like, as in... A d-dress?" Sam wonders aloud.
"Like, as in lingerie?" I shrug, leading us into the Victoria's Secret store.
"Y/N... I don't think - no. I can't. You could've asked a girl to come with you or something. Why me?" He asks. His nervousness was actually kind of cute. I smile at him.
"Because you're my best friend. You're unbiased. I need an honest opinion," I say as I pick up a few babydolls and place them into my basket.
For a moment I'm sure I hear him mutter something that sounded like, "Yeah, unbiased. Right," before standing off to the side awkwardly.
Once I have at least five or six, I lead us towards the change room. The woman who helped take my things into one of the closed rooms hadn't said anything about Sam not being able to come in.
"Just wait here until I say," I tell him, closing the door. I swiftly remove all of my clothing until I'm down to my black, laced panties. I have enough panties at home to go with any of these pieces of lingerie. If the panties weren't necessary, I wouldn't go out of my way to purchase them.
Picking up a black corset, I wrap it around myself and do up the hooks. God, my cleavage is incredible in this. The fabric is sheer, even around the fullness of my breasts. I'm getting excited for tonight, my taut peaks visible through the corset. Blushing, I open the door and reveal myself to Sam.
"How's this?" I ask him, avoiding his eyes.
I can feel his gaze on my body, heating the core of my being. He nods slightly, moving his cap so it now faced backwards. Fuck, he looks so sexy. Shaking the thoughts away, I mentally scold myself. Best friend, best friend, I remind myself.
"Honestly, Y/N," I hear him say as I change out of the black corset and pick up a red babydoll. "Whatever you get will look incredible, you know that."
Did I? Is that something I knew? I don't think so...
This is the one. I can feel it. The way the fabric parts just below my breasts and falls to the side makes me feel sexy. The bra of it pushes me up just a little - just enough. My tan skin peaks out from where the fabric curtains over my stomach, and I smile. I don't think I've ever felt as confident as I do right now.
"Are you ready?" I ask Sam, opening the door before he even had the chance to answer me.
"I...uh...wow...," he clears his throat. He nods again. "That's definitely the one, Y/N," he agrees as his eyes are fixated upon my chest. Once he catches himself, he looks away. "Get it," his eyes lock on mine. "You look...incredible," Sam says, as if he knew I didn't really believe him and he wanted to make sure that I did. "Get it," he repeats, his contagious smile lifting his lips.
Once after I've changed and we walk to the register, I place the red, slinky fabric on the counter. "Let me," Sam insists, retrieving his wallet from his back pocket.
Sam never lets me pay for anything. Not for water, not for food, not for lingerie apparently. I blush, and nod. I'd have to get him something really nice for his birthday and Christmas, I note to myself.
As we walk out of Victoria's Secret, Sam groans. I look up and face the wrath of his ex-girlfriend's eyes. I quickly wrap my arm around Sam's, and direct him in the way that we had came. "I hate that bitch," I mutter as we leave the mall and walk to Sam's truck.
The drive home was quiet. Actually, it was silent, and neither of us said a word.
"I'm sorry," I shake my head as he pulls into my driveway. "I pushed you this afternoon. You were right, I could've asked anyone to help me with that...," my voice trails, my hand coming up to the door handle.
"It's alright, Y/N. The look on her face when she saw us walk out of Victoria's Secret made up for it," he chuckles. We never say her name - it was one of our many rules. Along with, always ask before taking the last slice of pizza and never, ever buy ice-cream for movie night without coming to a unanimous decision on the flavor.
We laugh a while, coming up with jokes to go along with Sam's ex-girlfriend's name. But when I realize the time, I look up at my best friend. "Thank you, seriously, for coming with me today."
With a quick hug and peck to the cheek, I'm out of his truck and running to my front door; the awkwardness from this afternoon long behind me.
"Hi Mom, hi Dad!" I call as I run up the stairs.
"Sweetheart," I hear my mother's voice from the top of the stairs. "Daddy and I are going out tonight, don't wait up. Is Sammy coming over? I left some dinner in the fridge for the two of you," she smiles.
"No, he isn't. I guess we're just doing our own things tonight?" I shrug slightly, and she knows better than to press the subject. "Have fun, be safe and call me if you both drink too much to drive," I say, kissing her cheek.
"Hey! I thought I was the mama bear around here," she glowers at me.
"Doesn't mean I can't be caring," I singsong my way into my bedroom.
Throwing my bags onto the bed, I quickly hop into the shower. I probably took far too long because by the time I get out, it's starting to get dark outside. Sighing, I quickly, but efficiently dry my hair. It was better to get that out of the way with my thick, long hair.
Checking the time on my phone, I make sure I have plenty of time to do everything I need to. Smiling to myself, I pull the bag of scentless candles from my closet and disperse them around my room. I want tonight to be romantic, wonderful... Even if I wasn't spending it with the guy I wanted to. I figure that if I spent tonight with Sam, he'd come to some sort of conclusion that I'm into him or something, and we don't want that. No. We. Do. Not.
After every candle was in place, I walk back into my bathroom and curl my long locks. I needed to look as perfect as can be. I needed to feel confident in myself.
Inspecting the curls, I nod to my reflection and smile. I wasn't planning on wearing makeup, what was the point? But alas, I powdered on a light blush and rubbed tinted lip balm across my lips. That's all I needed.
I was running out of time. Ryan would be here soon, so I lotion myself up and slide on my cherry red, lace panties. They're a Brazilian cut that make my bottom look indescribable. Picking up my new babydoll, I clasp it behind my back. Ugh, I really hope he liked this.
Wrapping myself in my silk robe, I begin to light the candles. And once enough were lit, I turned off my bedroom lights.
Ambience was key. It needed to feel romantic to be romantic. I hear a vehicle pull up into my driveway and I'm practically bouncing off the walls. I had texted Ryan to just walk in.
He was taking an awfully long time...
Suddenly, I hear the door open and close. "I'm upstairs!" I call.
I'm still lighting the last few candles when my bedroom doors open.
"I'm glad you're finally here," I say softly, turning around.
Are my eyes deceiving me?
"Sam?" I make a face at my best friend. "Ryan's going to be here any minute," I inform him.
"No he's not. I told him you weren't feeling well, so he left," Sam tells me.
"What? Why?!" I ask him, covering myself up with the silk of my robe.
"Because I'm stupid... I...," he stutters. What in God's name was going on here?
"What are you doing, Sam?" I wonder aloud; I need clarification.
"Something I should've done a long, long time ago," he whispers before making his way across the room to me.
Before I know it, Sam's fingers are tangled in my curls and my hands are fisted into his t-shirt. His lips are soft, supple, most of all: needy, against mine.
He snakes his hand around my waist and to my back, pulling me closer to him. I gasp at the feeling of our heat pressed together. With that, Sam's tongue slips passed my lips and is exploring every inch of my mouth. Mine flicks against his and I'm rewarded with the most delicious, cunning groan. Low and beautiful enough to erupt a moan from my inner most being.
"Sam," I breathe out as he pulls back to take a breath.
"Y/N... I've waited too long to do that, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ruined your plans tonight, but I couldn't let myself imagine Ryan here with you. Touching you. Admiring how dangerously sexy you look in this," his eyes flicker down to the sheer material that was hardly covering my body.
Slipping his hands under my robe, he pushes it back and off of my arms. Suddenly, I stood in a pool of silk and I was ecstatic that Sam was the one who was here tonight.
"He could never appreciate this, you, like I do. He could never, ever love you the way I love you," he flushes, his eyes searching mine.
"Newsflash, Samuel," I smirk. "I'm in love with you," I whisper quietly.
"And I know, I know, you couldn't ever love me back but... Wait. What?" He asks, finally processing my words. "You... You love me?"
I nod, lifting his shirt up and over his head. "Yes, now shut up so I can show you just how much," I grin happily.
Resting his hands against my cheeks, he shakes his head. "You know...we don't. We don't have to," he stutters. I've never seen him like this. So shy and loving. His ex and him were anything but loving towards each other. "Hearing you say those words is more than enough to sate me. I promise," he smiles.
Rising onto the tips of my toes, I connect our lips again. "Sammy...," I whisper, hoping the desperation in my voice was noticeable. I've waited far too long for Sam to hold back. "Let's be crazy, adventurous...," I suggest, hope gleaming in my eyes.
And just like that, his arms are holding me flush against him and he's taking everything he needs from me. His lips, they're hungry; his hands, passionate.
Falling to his knees, Sam fixates his grip on my hips and looks up into my eyes. His, they're dark, burning with desire and I can only assume mine are a mirror image.
Moving closer, I feel his lips against my stomach. Soft, passionate, endearing. I've never been loved like this - like he wouldn't survive without me.
"Let me love you tonight, Y/N," Sam pleads quietly. I can feel his lips against my flushed skin.
"Tonight and any night," I nod, giving him the permission he was waiting for.