“Amanda!”

My heart almost stopped, and she instantly pulled her lips from mine.

“Amanda, where are you?”

“Do you think she’s still inside?”

“No, I saw her come out here.”

We realized that it was her boyfriend and his friends, who were now looking for her.

“Where is she?”

I was completely frozen, terrified that anyone would find us in this position, but it turned her on even more. I tried to pull out, but she plunged me back inside of her, saying, “Please, don’t.”

I finger fucked her faster than before, wishing that it was my cock that I was plunging inside of her. However, Amanda still loved the way my fingers filled her cunt, and only seemed to get more turned on as her boyfriend kept searching.

“Maybe she went home. Let’s go.”

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, as we heard them drive away. She finally climaxed, drenching my fingers even further, and as she leaned back into the wall, smiling and satisfied, she kissed me yet again.

“Now, I know what you want,” I told her.

“Now, I know that you want me,” she replied. “I thought my legs were too skinny for you?”

“Maybe a little, but that makes it easier to do this.” In one motion, I pulled down her panties and dropped them to the ground. She looked at me, shocked, but was happy when I took the opportunity to spend just a little more time fondling her.

“You really think I’m going to let you keep those?”

“I’m giving them back the next time we meet, so I guess you’ll have to make sure that that happens soon.”

She stepped out of her underwear and I put them in my pocket, and after that, we spent a few more minutes kissing. I slid my hands under her shirt and she rubbed my chest, tracing every muscle with her fingers, before we finally separated.

“I’ll see you later.”

We walked back to the front of the house as drunks began to pour out the front door.

“Bitch, I’ve been looking for you!” said Emma, now intoxicated, as well as angry. “Amanda, I’m not taking your shit anymore!”

“Fuck you, slut. Nobody likes you!”

“No, nobody likes you!”

I didn’t have any interest in watching any more fighting, so I grabbed Emma, hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her off in a fireman’s lift. My night had been too amazing to have it ruined by stupid cheerleader in-fighting.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Home. You need to sleep.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll… wait, why is my ass wet?”

I realized that Amanda’s juices were still on my hand, and were now running down Emma’s legs. I quickly dropped her and wiped them on my pants.

“It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s not.” She came up and sniffed my face, getting uncomfortably close. “You smell like perfume and pussy. You totally hooked up with Carrie.”

Carrie! That’s her name! I knew I’d remember it… Anyway, back to the story.

“No, I didn’t hook up with her.”

“Well, you had your fingers in somebody’s cunt. Wait, it wasn’t mine, was it?”

“No, of course not.”

“Oh, good. So, who was it?”

“Can we at least go home before you start interrogating me?”

“Sure, but I’m crashing at your place. I need to hear every detail.”

We started walking back to my apartment, and she kept asking me questions the entire way.

“Was it Annie? I know she thinks you’re cute.”

“No… Wait, she does?”

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