The End

I followed Alice home, and I half expected her to have changed her mind by the time we got to her place. Instead, she acted giddy as we entered her condo and turned to kiss me.

“You want me?” she asked.

“Very much.”

“You can have me.”

“Good, because you are incredibly sexy.”

She giggled. “Even though you know I’m going to be the mother of your child?”

“Even more so.”

“Show me.”

“You got it,” I said as I picked her up and carried her to her room as she squealed.

I tore her clothes off and kissed down her body as I had the first time we’d got together. She grabbed her phone and began scrolling, annoying me until I realized she’d been choosing a song.

“I didn’t know how to react when I found out you had been fucking my best friend behind my back the entire time we were together,” she said as the song began playing.

I stopped licking her nipple and moved up to face her as she continued.

“And I thought I should be mad, or I should be pissed, or I should break things off with you and never talk to Beth again.”

I nodded softly.

"When you told me about the two of you, I knew right away that was the reason she's been so happy lately. That's why I couldn't be mad at her. All I could think of was this song.”

She waited a moment for the chorus.

“All you need is love, love,” she sang along with The Beatles as a tear dripped down her cheek. “Love is all you need.”

I brushed her tears aside as she smiled sweetly at me. Once the chorus ended she paused the song and stared at me intently.

“And you really love me, don’t you?”

“I do.” This time it wasn’t my mouth speaking for me. I really did.

“Then we’ll make this work.”

I kissed her.

I’d meant to build up slowly, using foreplay to my advantage in reestablishing our physical connection. But now I couldn’t wait. I needed to show this girl in my arms how I felt about her right then.

I bit her neck, leaving a mark for her students to ask about when she started her class on Monday. When she protested I grabbed her legs forcefully and spread them apart.

“Oh! Who is this in my bed?” she asked.

Then I ravaged her. Hard, fast thrusts. I didn’t care how tight she was, or how fast I knew I would inevitably cum at this speed.

“You can cum inside me whenever you want now,” she said as if reading my mind.

I sped up even faster, gripping her thighs from underneath and bouncing her small body on my cock, fucking her hard and fast and filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and her headboard banging against the wall.

I blasted inside her so hard I saw stars, and I didn’t wait to recover, I only continued fucking right through it.

We didn’t worry about how loud we were being, or what the neighbors thought. Or how many times we could go, or how late it was. We only fucked, rutted, groaned, screamed, and made love throughout the night.

We’d switch between hard and soft, rough and gentle, animalistic and tender.

I didn’t have the words to tell her how I felt. I needed a song of my own, but not one written by anyone else, something entirely original and written for her. Instead, I showed her by fucking her.

I thought the message was coming across, but then she asked me something.

“Who do you love more?”

I stopped thrusting into her as I stood to the side of the bed where I had been fucking her with one leg over my shoulder.

“The one I’m with at the moment,” I answered honestly.

“And that’s true when you’re with her too?”

I nodded, somewhat surprised she’d caught on to my implication.

“So, what about when we’re both in the room?” she asked.

I thrust into her again.

“My dear Alice, are you suggesting a threesome?”

“You would be so lucky.”

“I’m the luckiest dude you’ve ever met.”

She chuckled. “Don’t count on it.”

“I won’t,” I said. “But I also don’t need one, if I have you. You’re the wild, crazy girl who I never know what you’ll say next. Seriously, you never cease to surprise me.”

“Hey.”

“And Bethany is the boring, responsible mom. I’ll drop by her place just to grab a juice box and ask her to do my laundry.”

Alice giggled. “I’m telling her you said that."

“My point is, even if I don’t ever convince the two of you to get drunk one night-”

“Not for nine months.”

“Shit, going to have to get used to that.”

“Continue.”

“Even without a threesome, as long as I have you, I have the perfect girl.”

“Yeah?”

"Because you shared your friend with me."

She rolled her eyes.

“And I'm one lucky motherfucker.”

“Damn right!” she shouted as I tossed her back on the bed and mounted her from behind.

I came inside her so many times that by the time we passed out there was a giant puddle on her side of the bed. But it didn’t matter, because she fell asleep on top of me.

The End

Dedicated To Andrew

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