"Wha-huh-uh-hu-gah?!" I managed to sputter out. One of the more insightful things I've ever said, I'm sure.
Elizabeth let out a loud giggle, holding up the hand that didn't have a comforting grasp on my thigh to her mouth. "I think you broke Ian!"
But Amy wasn't letting any humor enter the hormone-filled haze that was her mind. "As long as I didn't break the part that counts, I don't care." Her voice was a low molten purr, the kind of sound I wished was solid so I could huddle against it in the winter. All confusion fled my brain.
I traded glances with my girlfriend. My sweet, beautiful, understanding girlfriend, who seemed to be chuckling that one of our friends wanted to fuck me. I think I managed to pass along my feeling of 'The hell?!' adequately, because Elizabeth looked back to Amy.
"Why Ian?" she asked. "We both know you could get any guy in town for casual sex. You're old enough to get into the clubs now. There're six of them in four blocks. You could-" Elizabeth looked over at me nervously, as if she was choosing her words carefully.
But whatever list of words she was trying to stick to failed her. She threw her hands up and continued. "You could have dozens of cocks lined up for the taking, as many as you wanted. So why Ian?"
For a moment I didn't think Amy was going to answer. Her eyes were locked on my barely covered crotch, which I slowly realizing was starting to rise to the occasion. Her pink tongue darted from between her full lips, as if imagining my cock in her mouth. Finally though, Amy looked away, blinking rapidly.
She breathed out a heavy sigh of exhaustion. "You're right. I could be getting double stuffed right now if I wanted some random dick. That's it though. I don't want some random dick. I need to fucking get off! I need someone that knows my buttons and how to press em! And Ian... come on, Elizabeth, you know it just as well as I do. Ian's fucking glorious in bed."
That swelling feeling in my chest? I'm pretty sure my ego had just grown six sizes.
"All of my regulars are dried up. I could jump some random guy, but what if I catch something, or what if he doesn't get me off?!" The tone in Amy's voice told us loud and clear which one would be the worse fate. "But Ian checks out on every level! Good in bed! Knows how I tick! And so head over fucking heels in love with you that I don't have to worry about him confessing to me!"
Amy turned her head back to me. I thought she was going to say something else, but her eyes traveled lower, locking onto my cock again. My ego wasn't the only thing that had been swollen by Amy's declaration.
Her knees buckled. If she didn't get an answer soon, I was scared she was going to take matters into her own hands. So I looked over at Elizabeth. "Sweetie, I think she need an answer soon."
Elizabeth seemed thoughtful. "Yeah. What do you want to do?"
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