"Amy and I aren't a couple, we just fuck."

I sighed, “Elizabeth, Amy and I aren’t a ‘couple.’ She made that abundantly clear to me. Five minutes after we hooked up, Amy said, ‘Just to be clear, you aren’t my boyfriend. I don’t have boyfriends. I have guys I fuck more than once.’”

“That’s Amy, alright,” Elizabeth laughed. “She’s such a guy.”

“Well… not all of her.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and we hurried off to class.

Later that day, Rachel had lunch with our group for the first time, and I was blown away by just how un-Rachel-like she behaved. She actually gave me a hug hello; the Rachel that produced Wolf-Guard would never have given me a hug hello.

Her drastic change in demeanor was a complete mystery to me for about fifteen minutes, until Rachel explained how, in the intervening months, she had discovered the mellowing properties of marijuana and become a far more palatable human being.

Apparently, its medicinal uses extend to curing “kind of a bitch.”

Elizabeth was right: Rachel and Talia were adorable together. I couldn’t remember ever seeing Talia so affectionate with anyone, despite the fact that she’d only been with her new girlfriend for a day. She looked at Rachel with all the giddiness of a first crush. When our lunch break came to an end, I watched with more than a little fascination as the two beautiful young women pressed their lips together for a long, sensual, goodbye kiss.

As they drew apart, Rachel teased the tip of tip of her tongue along the edge of Talia’s lower lip. I couldn’t help but entertain a very typical male fantasy…

Amy and I skipped our typical after-school workout, expecting to get plenty of exercise once we got to her place. Still, my feisty redheaded friend and I were so eager to get down to business that we couldn’t help but run the last half mile or so.

We barely made it inside the front door before clothes started coming off.

Amy grabbed a fistful of my T-shirt and yanked me through the threshold, slamming the door behind us with a balletic sweep of her toned leg. Our bodies crashed together and I gave her hair a quick tug, tilting her face up towards mine for a fierce kiss on the lips.

She rubbed my cock through my jeans as I unzipped her cutoffs and peeled them down off her hips, never taking my mouth from hers.

Impatient, I clapped my hands against her buttocks, covered only by a thin white pair of cotton briefs, and squeezed. It didn’t matter how many times I held Amy’s ass in my hands—I would never get used to just how amazingly firm it felt.

“Mmm... upstairs,” she breathed, then turned and ascended the steps, tugging me along by my belt like an obedient pet. She climbed each step with agonizing slowness, purposefully waving her hips back and forth in my face as we went, her delicious round ass stretching out those cotton panties...