They kept kissing a little longer, but had stopped when Freddie began to back away with a slightly nervous look on his face.

"Are you okay?" Trina asked, somewhat nervous herself, especially now since he broke off the kiss. The thought that she was scaring him off creeped through her mind.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered. "It's just..."

"You don't wanna do this, do you?"

"Yeah, I do. But do you want to?" No matter how different Freddie had become over the years, one thing that hadn't changed was his gentleman-like nature, and he wasn't gonna go through with any of this if Trina didn't want to. With that said...

"I wanna do this, a lot more than you know." Now, without any sense of hesitation between the two of them, they picked up where they had left off. Eventually, Freddie found himself on top of Trina with her legs around his waist. After a little more kissing, this scenario changed as she playfully wrestled with him until she was the one on top. Another minute or so would pass before Trina came to the conclusion that there was only so much fun to have in their current state.

"Wait, what are - "

"Trust me, you'll like this." And with that, Trina began stripping out of every bit of her clothes. First the flip-flops, then the shirt and bra, and finally came her shorts and thong. While in the process of watching her get naked, Freddie went ahead and started to take off his own clothes. After he took off his T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, he had began to remove his boxers, when at the last second, he had heard:

"You don't need to take those off... yet." The quiet yet seductive warning was enough to stop him in his tracks. That didn't last long though, as Trina sat right back next to him again. Then when a few more seconds had passed, the naked waitress snuck a hand inside and began to stroke Freddie.

Barely able to handle being jerked off through his boxers, and not wanting Trina to have all the fun, Freddie ran his hands over her legs until he found her hot spot. When he did so, he rubbed her clit furiously, eventually leading to a chorus of oohs, aahs, and even a few "oh my GODs".

"How is that? You like it?" the former tech producer asked as he kept his hands occupied on her clit and breasts.

"Yeah. It's... it's so good."

"Well, not as good as what I'm about to do." On that note, Freddie got off of the couch and kneeled in front of Trina. Then once he pulled her closer towards him, he went face-first in between her legs and got down to business. With each second that Freddie spent with his tongue on Trina's clit, it drove the woman wild, and this feeling only grew when he stuck his tongue in and out of her vagina. Minutes had passed, and the older Vega sister managed to fill the apartment with loud moans, whimpers and even a scream of two. And once Freddie started feeling adventurous and licked inside of her other hole, it finally drove Trina over the edge.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Oh my GOD! Fuck yes, Freddie, you feel so good!" For him, the loud expression, which also led to her wrapping her legs even tighter around his neck, was a sign to keep going. While Trina wouldn't have minded that at all, she also wanted Freddie to feel what she just felt, or something mighty close to that. So after a few more seconds of being put through unspeakable bliss, Trina felt it was about time to put a end to Freddie's oral assault, and provide him with one of her own.

"Fr - Freddie. Freddie, stop," Trina stuttered out as she lightly tapped his head to get his attention.

"What's the matter, is something wrong?" Freddie asked as he looked up.

"No, nothing's wrong at all. That was actually pretty amazing, which is why I can't let you do all of the work. Come here." With just enough energy to sit up straight, Trina pulled Freddie off of the floor until he sat down on the couch next to her. With his boxers gone, Trina positioned herself on her knees from his left and stuck her head in his lap. After a couple of quick strokes, Trina began to suck off Freddie, attacking his penis as if it was water and she had been dying of thirst in the desert. The blowjob was having a great effect on him, and while he wasn't as loud as Trina had been when he was eating her out, Freddie had a few of his own moans and groans to let out, which motivated her even further.

"Ahh... ahh shit, Trina. Que es tan buena, chica (that is so good, girl)," Freddie told her as she kept sucking.

"Que desea que el bebé (you like that, baby)?" Trina responded as she pulled him out of her mouth and stroked him.

"Yeah, that's... that's incredible. You're incredible."

"Glad that you like it, 'cause I'm not done." In a matter of seconds, Trina got on the floor and in between Freddie's legs. Not too long after, she took a few more sucks before she placed his dick between her breasts and used them to jack him off some more. In just a few more seconds, Trina began to multi-task, balancing a blowjob and titfuck on Freddie's manhood. He seemed to be feeling the same kind of satisfaction he gave Trina just minutes earlier, or at the very least, he was getting to that point.

"Is that good, baby? You like how I'm working your dick with my mouth and my tetas (breasts)?"

"Si chica, me gusta mucho (yes girl, I like it a lot)." Trina kept going a little longer, but eventually stopped as she had sensed that Freddie might have came if she didn't. With both of the 20-somethings having their fill of oral stimulation for the time being, Trina hopped back on Freddie's lap, which led to another makeout session. Feeling his hard-on rub against her ass, she came to the realization that things would heat up more if they were somewhere else in the apartment.

"You know what I think?"

"What's that?"

"As much fun as we've had on this couch, we should probably finish this off somewhere else."

"Well, I know just the place." Freddie then lifted Trina off of him and stood up from the couch. Once they were both standing, he took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Before they made it all the way to his bed, they started kissing yet again, but this time, they were also keeping their hands busy. She was jacking him off one more time, while he grabbed a handful of her butt, even stopping to give it a few slaps. When they finally managed to let go of each other, Trina laid back on Freddie's bed, as he finished what she started on the way to grab a condom from his dresser.

After scrambling through the selection of latex, he took out a Spartan "Almost Raw" rubber, a decision influenced by the idea that wearing this would feel almost as good as not using any protection.

Not wanting to keep Trina waiting any longer, especially after seeing her "rub one out" on his bed, he made a speedy effort to put on the condom and join her on the mattress. Following another quick kiss, Freddie centered himself between her legs and pushed them back as far as they could go without them being behind her head. Then after a few teasing rubs and a slow push, Freddie finally made his way inside of Trina.

To start off, he went at a semi-slow pace, with the idea of both of them easing into it in mind. But when a few more minutes had passed, he began going inside faster, eventually pumping inside of the former stripper like his life depended on it. Trina's moans, like Freddie's thrusts, had increased, and they had also gotten louder. This didn't change when he decided to kiss the bottom of her feet and lick in between her toes. That last part, along with him continuing to pound inside her pussy, garnered a short but repeated chorus of "oh shit." Even with the condom on, Freddie felt how wet Trina had become, leading him to believe she had came at least once already. With a few more strokes, which led him to let out a few moans of his own, he began to slow down from his rabbit-like humping, leading her to verbally tease him.

"You're not quitting on me already, are you, Benson?"

"No, Vega. I wanted to slow down because I thought you might need a break."

"Well, in a little while, you'll be the one who needs a break."

"And what makes you say that?" No sooner than he had asked, Freddie suddenly found himself pinned down on his back in the same spot where Trina just was.

"Because if I could work a stripper pole, then I'm sure that I could work yours. Now shut up and enjoy the ride." In a matter of seconds, she lowered herself back down onto his rod, slowly moving her ass and hips in his lap. It didn't take long, though, for Trina to speed up the pace of her movement, so much to the point where she had gripped onto his shoulders as she rocked up and down on top of Freddie.

"Ahhh yeah. That's it, that's it," Freddie blurted out at one point. Sure enough, he was "enjoying the ride", but judging from the sound of her moans and the feeling of her wetness, so was Trina.

"Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD! Fuck me, Freddie, fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!" Without warning, Trina rode herself into another orgasm. Sure, "the ride" was having an effect on her newly discovered neighbor, but oddly enough, it had more of one on her.

"I'm not the only one enjoying the ride, now am I?" Freddie asked.

"Maybe not, but don't get too excited, because I'm not done with you yet."

"And who said I was done with you, 'Jackie'?"

"Hey!" Trina yelled jokingly.

"You said you used to work poles. I'm just showing respect to your old alias."

"Well, that's nice, but show some respect to my cunt and keep fucking me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Freddie used this opportunity to lift himself up with his hips to pump inside of Trina as if he was still on top of her, and not the other way around. The move sent the waitress over the edge yet again, causing another round of cry-resembling moans. He continued to "hip pump" himself inside of her, but eventually, he began doing so in a position that could be referred to as "sideways cowgirl". Already in a deep state of pleasure, the current position had put Trina on "cloud nine", and with every extra second that Freddie spent pushing in and out of her, she lost whatever control she had left. So by the time he decided to try a different position, she was barely able to stand.

With most of the feeling gone from her legs, Trina was now bent over, her hands on the middle of Freddie's bed. Before he got back to thrusting his way through her walls, he decided to do some more work of the oral variety. Face-first into Trina's backside, he put a literal meaning to the term "tongue lashing", licking the clit and both holes of the Hollywood Arts graduate. Once he finished his orgasmic lickfest, Freddie slowly and softly placed Trina flat on her stomach. Just as he was about to slide back inside of her, she decided that she wanted to do something different.

"Freddie, can you do something for me?"

"What's that?"

"I want you right here," she said to Freddie, staring back at him as she swirled her left middle finger around her asshole.

"You really want that?" On one hand, he seemed intrigued and even a little turned on by the idea. But like he had done just minutes earlier, he made sure there was no doubt about what she was trying to do.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want it. Besides, you've already licked it, so why not stick it?"

"Alright then." Not needing any more convincing, Freddie grabbed a bottle of lube out of his dresser, then squirted some on his condom-covered shaft and on Trina's backdoor.

"You ready?" She nodded her head "yes" in response, and with that, he placed himself between her legs and headed for her smaller hole. "If it hurts, let me know and I'll stop." Freddie then pushed slowly inside of her, a move that was met with a wincing moan. He gently began to slide in and out, placing his hands on her shoulders as he slowly poked his way through his neighbor's "brown eye". At one point, Freddie began to slap Trina on her ass once he started to speed up inside of her. Of course, because it was the tighter hole, it was hurting a bit, but the amount of pleasure she felt far outweighed the pain.

"Oh, oh my GOD, oh my GOD. Don't stop, Freddie. Please don't stop." The cries of pleasure and encouragement drove Freddie to pick up the pace even further, pumping in and out of her faster and harder as time went on. After a few more strokes, he eventually laid down on top of Trina and kissed her as he pushed his way through. As she kissed back, she moved her hips to keep up with his rhythm. The pair kept on like this for another five minutes, and after spending the better part of the hour working Trina into an orgasmic frenzy, Freddie was about to reach his breaking point.

"I'm about to... shit, I'm about to cum."

"Cum for me. Wherever you want, just cum for me, baby."

Wanting to take Trina's advice, but not able to pull out fast enough, Freddie stayed inside of Trina, allowing his seed to spill inside of the latex shield. But even with that, the feeling of him still being in her turned her on, causing her to shiver underneath him. Freddie did eventually pull out, tossing the condom into the trash can near his door, and then finally laying down next to Trina. This quickly changed when she rolled over and climbed on top of him, then started kissing him yet again.

(9:00 PM)

"Well, that was fun," Trina said.

"Yeah, it was. We might have to do that again sometime," Freddie responded.

"I wouldn't mind that. You were quite impressive, mister."

"Thank you, I have my ways."

"Who knew there was such a dirty boy under that nerdy exterior?" The waitress' observation got a laugh from the graphic/web designer.

"Hey, I'm not the only 'dirty' one in this bed right now. I believe you said something earlier about knowing how to work poles, and something tells me that you don't just mean mine, or the ones at The Naked Longhorn."

"And just what are you trying to say, Mr. Benson?" Trina asked, pretending to be angry. "Okay, I can admit, I've charmed a few snakes in my lifetime, especially when I went to Austin. Don't get it wrong, I didn't go around sleeping with anybody and everybody, but I'm not necessarily 'Miss Innocent' either."

"Well, 'Miss Innocent' or not, I gotta admit my snake was charmed." Freddie's comment got a laugh out of the former stripper. After a few seconds of silence however, Trina had thought about a vital piece of information she hadn't heard from the one-time tech producer.

"This is kind of... an awkward thing to point out, considering what we just did and said, but... when we talked about our lives earlier, I told you about my parents and Tori, and you told me about Carly, Sam and your mom, but what about your dad?"

"My dad, he died when I was six years old," Freddie told her in a somber voice.

"I - I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me, but... what happened to him?"

"He died in a car accident about a week before Thanksgiving." In the early evening hours of November 15, 2000, Leonard Benson was on the way to pick up dinner for himself, Freddie and Marissa just minutes after he returned home from work. Realizing that both he and Marissa had endured a grueling day at their respective jobs, Leonard suggested that rather than either one of them cooking, he would make a trip to McArthur's to pick up some burgers instead.

When he left home, it had began raining, as it so often does in Seattle. However, in the time that he was out, it began to pour down quite hard, which affected Leonard's visibility out on the road. Despite this, he managed to avoid any trouble so far. But when he reached the halfway point between the Benson home and McArthur's, as he turned onto another street, a man in another car suddenly rammed into the front of Leonard's vehicle. Both men had been severely injured, and they were knocked unconscious almost immediately.

In a matter of just a few minutes, a pair of ambulances came to take the men to the hospital. The paramedics acted in a swift and relentless manner in order to save both men. But unfortunately for Leonard, the paramedics and doctors' efforts were not enough, and at 6:49 PM, he was pronounced dead. The other driver did manage to survive, but this was only after an emergency surgery and nearly a week in intensive care.

Leonard's funeral was exactly one week after the accident. Needless to say, Freddie and Marissa, as well as members of both sides of the family and friends who attended, were riddled with a great amount of grief. The one upside, if there was one, was that during an investigation of the accident, it was confirmed that neither Leonard or the other driver, a man in his mid-20's named Steve, had been high or drunk at the time, and that the crash was a result of Steve losing control of his car because of the conditions caused by the rain. This fact, however, did nothing to relieve Freddie and Marissa's sadness, or take away from Steve's guilt.

"I'm really sorry, Freddie. I... I know it must be hard on you not having your dad around." Trina's relationship with her parents was rocky, but they were still alive, and even if she didn't want to, she could talk to and see them if it was necessary. But Freddie didn't have that luxury with his dad.

"It - It's okay, I mean, it wasn't easy to deal with then, and it's still kind of difficult now. It doesn't matter how long it's been, or how old I get. I'm always gonna miss my dad."

Freddie and Trina spent a few more minutes talking about his dad, how he was as a father and a person, and the effect his death had on Freddie and Mrs. Benson, among other things. One issue in particular that Freddie pointed out was that as bad as it had hurt him, Mr. Benson dying was even harder on Mrs. Benson, and in Freddie's eyes, it was the reason why she had become so paranoid and overprotective as he got older. This only grew worse once he began hanging out with Carly and Sam.

"She thought they were a bad influence on you, basically," Trina observed.

"'Bad influence' is putting it lightly. My mom freaks out about everything to a degree," Freddie answered. "Germs, food, TV, my body hair, but girls, especially Carly and Sam, are a huge deal to her when it comes to me, at least they were back then."

"Come on, was it really that bad?"

"'Was it really that bad?' Okay, let me ask you something. Did your dad ever accuse any guy of driving your or Tori's 'girl chemistry' out of whack, or try beating them with a pair of your underwear because he caught you making out with them?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Your mom used a pair of underwear, your underwear, to hit somebody because you were kissing them?"

"She used my underwear to hit Carly because we were kissing each other."

"So, you make out with your best friend, and she ends up getting assaulted by your mom?"

"Yeah, and then she got drenched in anti-bacterial spray."

"Wow. I don't... I don't know what to say to that. My dad used to always remind us about telling other people that he was a cop, but he never did anything that crazy."

"Yeah. I love my mom, but she's... she's crazy, and dare I say, somewhat of a whackjob. I could tell you all of the other insane stuff I've been through because of her, but if I did, we would be here all weekend."

"I wouldn't mind being here that long, even if it did include hearing all of the embarrassing things your mom did to you."

"Maybe that's true, but I'm getting the feeling that if you spent the weekend here, it would be for another reason, like us screwing each other's brains out again."

"That wouldn't hurt either. You know, not in a bad way." The pair briefly laughed at this, and then a thought came to Trina about what was next, and she felt the need to address it as soon as possible.

"So... being here in bed with you is fun and everything. But I was wondering what's next between us. You know, where are we going from here?"

"I was kind of thinking about asking you that. It's... I mean, it's kind of crazy. We jumped a lot of steps, and we went really far, really fast. I don't regret it at all, it's just that I wasn't expecting to be in this position today."

"Is it because of me?"

"No, it's not. Not in a bad way, anyway. It's just that we hadn't seen each other in person for years, and after today, I didn't think we would see each other again for a few days at least. And then there's what happened last night."

"What did happen last night?"

"I went to the bar with a few friends from work, and while I was there, I talked to some women, and I even left out of there with a few phone numbers. I had definitely planned on calling them at some point."

"But...?"

"But now, because of what's happened today, I'm in a tight spot. I don't wanna just blow them off, but I don't really see a point in making a move with one of them if I'm gonna go forward with you."

"You - you really wanna go out with me?" On the outside, Trina sounded calm, at worst, a little nonchalant. But deep down, she was excited with the idea of dating Freddie. Between her history with guys at Hollywood Arts, where they either rejected her outright, or they lied to get away from her, and the men she came across while she was in Austin, where every so often, she found one who was good enough to take home but not good enough to keep around, her luck with the male gender was okay at best. But now, with Freddie, she finally was around someone who at least appeared to like her as much as she liked him.

"Yeah, I do wanna go out," Freddie answered the waitress' earlier question. "I mean, I'm not entirely sure what it is yet, but you stick out from all the other girls I've been with."

"It wouldn't happen to be because I just slept with you, would it?" she asked in a teasing manner.

"No, that's not it. You know, not completely."

"Very funny. So then what else is it about me that 'makes me stick out'?"

"Well, for one thing, I really do like you. And it actually seems like you're interested in me, and not just the kid who spent the better part of five years on a webshow. Plus you've grown up a lot since the party and your sister's play. That might sound a little weird for me to say since you're older than me, but it's true. You don't act like the same conceited, self-serving girl I met six years ago. It doesn't hurt that you're really hot too."

"Thanks. I'm glad that you feel that way. But I should say that you're not the only one who's impressed."

"Really? And what exactly is it that's got you so impressed with me?"

"Aside from you being really handsome? You're really smart, you're a nice guy, who's also a good listener. You're actually kind of funny, too."

"Glad somebody thinks so." Trina was about to ask why he would say that, but then she remembered from talking to him earlier that Carly and Sam had rarely, if ever, complimented him or shown any appreciation for who he was or what he did, and usually when other girls, and later, women, had done it, it was because they were interested in Freddie Benson, the tech producer of "iCarly", and not Freddie Benson the man.

"So, what are you gonna do about the women that you met last night?" Trina had asked, more out of general curiosity rather than any concern or jealousy.

"I'm not sure. My friends seemed pretty interested in them, so I guess I could try setting them up. Kind of like a one-man dating service."

"Haha, so you'll be Freddie Benson: graphic and web designer slash professional matchmaker."

"If it worked for the old man in the commercials, then why not me?" After some more laughing, then came the big question.

"Well, that's all figured out, but that still leaves us. So what are we gonna do?"

"How do I put this? I don't wanna make any promises about what's gonna happen between us, seeing as how we both have sketchy relationship experience. And with everything that's happened to you over the years, I definitely won't do that, because if things turn out bad, then that'll be one more thing that hurts you, and I don't wanna do that to you."

"Basically, you're saying we shouldn't be boyfriend and girlfriend," the waitress said, a slight tone of disappointment filling her voice.

"Well, no. Not just yet. I do wanna try and see where it goes though," the graphic/web designer stated. "Maybe we could date for a little while, and find out how much we really like each other. Then if we still want each other around, that's when we'll make it official."

A smile started growing onto Trina's face once she heard the last half of Freddie's statement. They weren't together yet, but he was giving her a chance to prove that she was girlfriend material, something that none of the other guys she liked had done.

"So when exactly do we start trying to see where it goes?"

"Well, we could start right now, first by having dinner, and then maybe by going another round in this bed."

"I like that plan. Let's go get some food." She stopped to kiss him before she got up from the bed. "You don't want me rocking your world again on an empty stomach."

"Yeah, you were good, but I think that your world was rocked more than mine."

"Well, we both wore each other out, how about that?"

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna order something to eat, and while we're waiting, I'm gonna get a shower." Once he ordered their dinner from The Grub Village, Freddie went into his bathroom and got into the shower. But in a matter of seconds, Trina joined him.

"You really think I was gonna watch you get in the shower and not wanna join you?" she asked with a scheming smile on her face.

"I was actually wondering what was taking you so long." Needless to say, they didn't have to wait to go another round.

(The End.)

Author's Note: if you made it to this point, that means you actually put yourself through the torture of reading this thing the whole way through. So, what do you think?