They decide to stay together, until Rachel leaves.

The update came by way of AOL Instant Messenger (our generation's texting). Talia let me know that she and Rachel wanted to see as much of each other as possible, and then make a clean break after graduation. After the explanation, she added, "sorry," and then logged off.

A few days later, I got a surprising phone call from Amy.

"It's been too long! Sorry that I haven't seen you much. The last few years have flown by. Schoolwork, athletics, parties, boys..."

"Yeah, I've been busy too. But the workload has become more manageable in the last few weeks. Nothing left but projects to finish. Some of my classes aren't even meeting anymore." I'd planned my time well, and late April promised to be a little taste of relaxation before finals.

"Right, so... um... do you have some free time? Could I... come up and visit? Since it's been so long?"

"What's going on?"

"Actually, I'm a little bit ****. See, this guy I was seeing, he graduated in December. And, I thought, sure, I can find a fling for spring. But everybody worth dating is in this, like, pre-marriage mode? It freaked me out."

"I get it. It's been a little while?"

"I knew you'd understand."

The next weekend, Amy's car rolled into the parking lot outside my dorm. She was wearing athletic shorts, a tight top that strained against her large breasts, and oversize sunglasses. Her bright red lips were wrapped around the straw of some iced beverage, and her hair caught the sun like autumn leaves. Amy looked thinner than she had in school: a leaner kind of muscle had sharpened her jaw and collarbones. But she was still Amy.

This was a moment of weakness for me. I knew that Talia was still with Rachel, but I still hoped that somehow, we'd end up together. Yet here was Amy, inviting herself up for a booty call. I was lonely, and horny, and a little peeved, and somehow thought that releasing tension with our mutual red-haired friend would be more forgivable than some one night stand.

The electricity between us became apparent on our first hug, which was a little more than friendly. It was an energy that stayed with us all through the afternoon. We both knew why she was here, what we planned to do together, and it made even innocent walks through campus seem like foreplay.

The tour ended at my dorm room, and still our interaction had not gone beyond two old friends catching up. But as soon as we crossed the threshold, Amy's animal instincts took over. In one move she pinned me to the door, **** me into rough make-out session, and threw the lock. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned my fly, found my penis, and gave it a quick stroke before she pushed my pants to the ground. In an instant, my red-headed friend was on her knees in front of me, licking my hardening member with her practiced tongue.

She took a moment to remove her top. Her tits looked amazing supported by the lacy bra she had on. Her green eyes on me, she took my penis into her mouth, and shoved me as far as she could manage. The suction and warmth made me gasp. I was hard in a moment. My hands coursed through her hair as she bobbed on me.

Then, she popped me out of her mouth and stood up. She pulled me into another kiss, this one wet with the saliva that she'd built up sucking me off. She unclasped her bra, dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, and led me over to the bed. I undressed to match her.

Her body had always been lean, but years of college-level athletics had brought Amy to a muscle tone that I'd never seen before. Every inch of her rippled with power. Six-pack abs under her too-large breasts, strong arms and legs, and toned back. She laid me down and positioned her fit body over my vertical stick. For a moment, she teased herself on it, rubbing her moistening lips against my length.

"Do you want to sit on it?" I asked.

She bit her lip, nodded, and lifted herself onto me. I slid into her velvet folds. Every inch of me was on fire with the heat of her body. Amy started to bounce faster. She leaned over, pressed her breasts against me, and gave me three quick slams of her hips. Her athletic body moved up and down my shaft until I felt numb, so I asked, "Can we move?"

Amy smiled, grabbed me, and rolled us so that I was on top, without letting me leave her vagina. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can."

I started pounding into her. Her breasts shook on every thrust.

"Harder!" She screamed.

I put my whole body into it. Our hips slammed together as I penetrated her womanhood, pushing myself deep into her, pulling out to the tip, pounding in again. Amy moaned on every thrust. Her bright eyes stared defiantly at me. She was daring me to go harder.

With both hands on her shoulders, I moved as quickly as I could. Her breasts blurred with motion as I crashed into her.

"Harder! Har-I-I'm coming! OH GOD!" Amy's eyes clenched shut as her climax cascaded over her. With one hand she massaged her clit, coaxing as much pleasure from her body as she could as her pussy contracted on my cock. Feeling her on me, I felt myself nearing the edge.

"Where do you want me to finish?"

"Wha? Oh! Inside me! Inside. Yeah..." she was practically drooling as she moaned. I pumped once more, buried myself deep inside her, and exploded. I came for what felt like a minute, and collapsed on top of her, still buried in her pink pussy.

The next thing I remember was Amy speaking into my ear. "Fuck, that was intense. I lost all track of rational thought. A few months of being pent up will do that. Let me know when you're ready to go again. I could use a few more good orgasms before finals."

We fucked a few more times over the course of the weekend, interspersed with catching up, talk about Talia and the future, her plans. She reassured me that Talia wouldn't mind that we hooked up, but there was still an odd pang of guilt to the whole visit. That didn't stop me from fucking my hot friend or from cumming inside her. But I knew that I'd have to confess it all to Talia, eventually.