>I'm going home with him

Amanda turned around, looking me over.

"Why don't we go home to your place?" she asked. One eyebrow was raised, and there was a saucy smile on her pouty lips.

"Well, I..., um, sure." Smooth.

We took off for my place and got there, just as my mother was going out. She had on a smart business attire which showed off a fantastic expanse of cleavage. Her lips were done in a lustrous red and she was wearing the faintest hint of eye shadow. She smelled fantastic.

"Hi, mom, this is Amanda. Amanda, my mom, Samantha." Amanda looked her over and smiled. They shook hands in a dainty girl sort of way.

I bet he's going to fuck her< I slid into my mother's shadow. >God, I wish I could watch< I felt that one jerk suddently and then slide in slowly, with pressure.

"Well, have fun kids," mom said, and moved on towards the car. As I closed the door behind Amanda and I, I saw her looking back at us, car-keys in hand.

I closed the door behind us.

"So... what now?" Amanda asked.

"Do you want to... you know, make out?" I hated the words as soon as I said them.

"With you? Look... I'm just here to make my boyfriend mad. I wouldn't...."

I shouldn't say that. < Her mouth snapped shut. >He's not unattractive.< That thought felt a little resistance, but it went through. >Doing him would really make my boyfriend mad. My boyfriend is an asshole. I'm gonna fuck this guy.< Each thought was easier and easier.

"Well, maybe a litte...," Amanda looked at me from beneath her long lashes, moving a little closer.

I'm gonna make this the fuck of my life. I'm getting so hot.<

Amand slammed into me, pushing me up against the door with a ferocious kiss. I felt her teeth sink into my lower lip. Her hands reached down and grabbed my hands, sliding them up underneath her shirt. No bra. Her breasts were small, but firm and with large, pointy nipples that were rapidly hardening.
She massaged her breasts with my hands, groaning and beginning to grind against me as we kissed. Her tongue slid over mine.

She pulled away, her blond hair bouncing and her hands still covering mine on her pert breasts. "You know what I love?" she asked.

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