I stepped forward and slid my cock up and down her opening, teasing her. Amanda sighed in frustration and started to push back against me. I repositioned my cock at her entrance. She pressed back as I leaned forward, and I began to slide into her. I had almost forgotten how amazing it felt to be inside her without a condom. Every little movement caused us so much more pleasure. I grabbed her hips to keep my balance as I rocked in and out of her. We moaned together at the euphoria when I bottomed out inside of her. Amanda started to rock her hips, reexperiencing the sensation of me fully inside her. I held her hips and started to move with her, and as the pleasure overtook us, we began to pick up the pace of our lovemaking until I was thrusting my entire length in and out of her each time. I watched Amanda’s reflection in the bathroom mirror as her face contorted in pleasure with each thrust, and her breasts bounced.
Amanda started to moan louder as she approached her orgasm. She tried to hold them in but wasn’t doing a good job. The risk of getting caught only added to how hot the situation was, but I knew the only solution to keep us from getting caught was to make her come as fast as possible. “Fuck,” Amanda cried out as she shook from the force of her climax, the whole thing playing out before me in the mirror. She rocked her hips erratically as she rode my cock. “cum in me!” she cried out. I stopped holding back and plunged in and out of her a few more times before I started to cum inside her. Amanda moaned and shook as she felt my cum deep inside of her.
Amanda lay with her head resting on the counter, and I lay over her as we recovered. I stayed inside of her. “I missed you cumming in me,” She said quietly.
“I have too,” I said.
Amanda turned around and kissed me sweetly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I held her around the waist as we kissed.
“Come on, we better hurry up and get back before they start to wonder where we went,” Amanda said as she got dressed. Amanda said she would meet me by the pool in a few minutes, and I left first.
I felt so guilty when I walked back out to the pool as if everyone would know what I had just done, but surprisingly, no one seemed to think that anything had happened. I started to relax as I realized that we had gotten away with doing it.
We spent the rest of the day eating, drinking, and splashing around in the pool. We played Marko Polo for a bit, but other than that, everyone pretty much just lounged around. Amanda split her time between the other girls at the party and me. It was nice knowing that I could hang out with my friends and girlfriend at the same time. I knew I had been neglecting my friends since Amanda and I started dating, but now I knew we could hang out like this. I still resolved to make more time to hang out with my friends.
As it got darker, some people started to leave until it was down to just a few of us. I talked to Amanda when Ramon walked up to us. He had changed back into his clothes.
“Hey man, can we talk?” He asked me.
“Yeah, of course,” I said and walked off with him. Amanda arched an eyebrow at me as I walked off with him. I just shrugged. I hoped I didn’t have to punch him again; my hand was still throbbing.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know what I said was dumb, it’s just how I struck out, but you got with her. It made it hard to see,” Ramon said.
“I forgive you. Sorry for punching you so hard,” I said.
Ramon rubbed at his jaw. “Yeah man, where the fuck did that come from? I didn’t know you could punch so hard.”
“Me either, but you are pretty hard-headed. I Wouldn’t doubt it if your face did more damage to my hand,” I said. Ramon smiled.
“We good?” he asked, holding out his hand.
“Yeah, we’re good,” I said, shaking his hand. The handshake turned into a hug, and Ramon returned to say goodbye to Jacob before leaving.
“I am glad you made up with him,” Amanda said when I sat beside her on the pool chair.
“I thought you said that you were glad I punched him?” I asked her.
“I was, he was being an asshole, but he is still your friend. The last thing I want to do is come along and steal you away from your friends. Like I kind of have been doing.”
“You didn’t steal me away from my friends. I went with you willingly and loved every moment of it.”
“You have Stockholm syndrome,” Amanda said. I laughed. “I made plans with Jackie. You should hang out with them during our girls’ day out. Play some video games and have burping contests, whatever you guys do for fun,” Amanda said.
“There is no contest. I win every time.”
“Gross,” Amanda said as she snuggled against me. We left shortly after that. I had only had a couple of beers, and it had been hours since my last drink, but Amanda insisted on driving.
Once back at my apartment, We stayed up late, watching cheesy horror movies and eating popcorn. I loved how even when I spent a whole day with Amanda, it didn’t seem like enough time with her. When it came time for us to stop seeing each other because of work, school, or Amanda having to go home, I didn’t want to see her go. While we were cuddled up on my couch, I couldn’t help but start to think about what it would be like if we were to live together.
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