Fuckbuddies

"If you don't want to, we don't have to...date. I mean, I get it and you are probably right. Doesn't mean that we can't be there for each other in different ways too."

He looks at her, still panting slightly, the adrenaline rush not fully gone yet; and his aching boner even less. SHe looks back at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

"I mean...no need to go through all the shit convention demands, all the checklist stuff and the drama, right?"

She grins suddenly.

"You mean Fuckbuddies, eh?"

"Well..."

"I guess that could work..."

Rick is surprised when she just pulls him closer and pushes her tongue into his mouth. After a minute of increasingly **** making out, she bites his lower lip, hard, then pushes him back.

"You better get to work then...Fuckbuddy. My pussy needs attention desperatly and if I don't get to cum right fucking now, I will go insane. Come on stud, help a friend out..."

She turns around and lifts her dress, wiggling her beautiful, round ass invitingly at him.