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“I'm clean.” Immense relief flooded me. I'd never gone without a condom before. Maybe that was why she felt so good.

“Good, me too. We're good.” She smiled. “Thanks for the fuck. I needed that.”

Me, too.

I nodded. “You're welcome.”

I started the car and drove us back to her apartment.

Chapter 19

“Noooooo!” Amantha threw popcorn at the TV as I answered the question correctly and pulled ahead, playing along with a Jeopardy episode.

After our action-packed morning, we spent the afternoon hanging out at her apartment.

She'd showered and changed into yoga pants and a tank top after we got back. Her wavy pink hair and casual clothes made her look adorable.

I never had sex with the same person twice (more than once in a night only counted as once). I never felt compelled to return once we'd gotten dressed again. But I wanted to fuck Amantha again, after we'd already gotten dressed again. Maybe this friends with benefits thing was the difference?

Whatever, I didn't care. I wanted her.

“I guess if I have to lose, at least the contestant is hot.” The contestant she spoke of was tall, toned, and looked suave.

I nodded. “He is. I'd do him. I’d bet he has a nice dick, can you imagine? His pubic hair is probably neat and trimmed, and that cock's probably a nice mouthful. Or at least we can imagine it is.”

Amantha looked at me with surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don't care about gender. If someone's hot, they're hot. I've had men before.” I turned to her. “But right now, I think you're hot. Let’s forget about the TV,” I suggested with a grin.

She smiled and looked at me. “Oh yeah? What would you suggest instead?”

I licked my lips. “Well, I was thinking...” My mouth crashed onto hers.

“Mmm,” she said.

She set the bowl of popcorn on the floor and slid her fingers into my hair.

I pressed my body against hers. We stretched out on the couch, with me on top of her.

Leisurely, we kissed. There was no hurry.

I took my time exploring her mouth with my tongue and worshipping her. We sipped at each other's lips and licked and nibbled each other's mouths.

That was new for me, casual exploration of someone I liked. Of a friend.

Like teenagers, we made out on the couch for hours. We kissed, and sucked, and explored.

Her nails pulled down my back. My hand cupped her breast above her shirt, lightly thumbing her nipple.

I decided I needed to “explore” further.

My mouth left hers and I kissed down her jaw and down her throat. I pulled her tank top and light, lacy bra under her breasts. I kissed across her chest and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

She moaned and arched her chest against my mouth.

My hand came up to cup her other breast and my fingers squeezed that nipple. I worked them together, one with my mouth and one with my hand, lapping, teasing, and tugging.

Amantha writhed under the attention.