The next morning, Amanda's eyes fluttered to see Michael lying beside her on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Glancing over at the alarm clock on his bedside table, she saw that it was a little after 9 AM. After hours of passionate sex, the last thing she remembered was collapsing atop of Michael at around 1 in the morning. Even though many hours had passed, the room still reeked of sex.
"Good morning," she sighed, as she reached over to caress him.
Michael rolled over to face her with a smile. Amanda had never seen him look so contented when he dated Janice.
"Last night was...awesome."
"I totally agree," she said. "You were amazing last night. But, when I showed up at your door, how did you know I was really down to fuck, and not testing you or anything? For all you know, I could have been sent here by Janice to see if you were still in love with her."
"Truth be told, I was too horny to care. You could have slapped the shit out of me when I tried to eat your pussy, but I was going to do it anyways."
"Well, I'm glad you did," Amanda said. "Janice is my friend, but it's her loss: she thought you were a sex addict."
"Well, she's kind of right. I have a very big sexual appetite, but it doesn't help when you're dating a girl with a killer body who only wants to have sex once a month."
"Once a month?" Amanda repeated in disbelief.
"She told me that after we'd been dating for a few weeks," Michael explained. "She said that she wanted to make sure that I was dating her for all of the right reasons."
"I wouldn't care. I'd give it to you several times a week."
Amanda paused, letting her last statement hang in the air. Michael's face remained neutral, making his thoughts hard to read. He was smart to not say anything; guys like him didn't get girls by saying stupid shit in bed. Having taken that into consideration, Amanda felt that she knew the right course of action. What came out of her mouth was something that almost every man dreamed of hearing a woman say.
"Actually, I wouldn't mind us being fuck buddies."
Michael's face split into a wide grin. "Really?"
"Sure," Amanda said. "We both seem to like having sex with each other, so, why not?"
"I'm not saying no to that! You've got it."
"Great," Amanda said as she rolled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. "First, I'm going to get a shower, then we'll get some breakfast, and then we'll get back into your bed."
Amanda could already see Michael's newly-erect dick as she got into the shower. He too left the bed and strode inside, pressing his body against hers. Amanda grabbed the nearby bottle of body wash and began to lather him all over. Michael took the bottle from her, squirted a huge glob into his hand, and began lathering her as well. The two new fuck buddies kissed, neither of them caring about each other's morning breath.
Michael's right hand found itself between Amanda's thighs and began massaging her bush vigorously to build up suds. He smiled as he saw Amanda bite her lip, trying to stave off an orgasm.
"You're so hairy down here," he breathed into her ear.
"I can shave.....ohhhh...if you want," she breathed back.
"No!" Michael cried. "Please don't. I love your bush. Just feeling it against my cock is driving me wild."
"Michael," Amanda said, looking up at him. "I know how badly you want to fuck, but I'm really hungry."
The two of them quickly rinsed, dried, and clothed themselves. The two of them downed a quick breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and a couple of glasses of orange juice. After their meal, they walked back to the bedroom, their fingers entwined together, the anticipation building with each step.
As soon as they crossed the threshold of the bedroom, they quickly began to undress each other. Michael swooped in to kiss Amanda's lips as he helped her pull her shirt over her head, and as soon as it was off, he kissed her cheeks, then her neck, and then her chest. He quickly took her nipple into his mouth, making her moan as he used the tip of his tongue to trace circles around her areola.
"Yessss," Amanda cooed. "For the rest of the day, I'm all yours, baby."
She felt Michael pull down her panties as he continued to suckle her. After feeling them fall to her feet, she stepped out of them and kicked them away. She pulled Michael's head away from her chest and pushed him on to the bed so that he was lying on his back. She then ran to the head of the bed and slung herself onto the bed and onto Michael's face.
Michael was momentarily stunned, but soon became enthralled by the feeling of Amanda's shaggy crotch in his face. He breathed in her scent, which still contained a hint of the body wash that they had both used. He then felt her body shifting; she was leaning forward, bringing her face close to his already erect penis. She wasted no time in taking Michael into her mouth, caressing his thighs as she sucked him off. Just the taste of him was enough to warm her body and make her eyes flutter.
She saw Michael's toes curling; he was clearly enjoying this. Still, why should he be the only one getting pleasure? There was a reason she had chosen this position. She scooted her body down towards his face, rubbing her crotch against his mouth and trying to give him a hint of what she wanted him to do. It wasn't long before she felt his tongue slithering into of her slit.
Michael was completely reveling in her taste, and also the feeling of her pussy hairs against his face and tongue. He teased her clit, causing Amanda to moan as she still sucked on his shaft; his crotch vibrated with every noise her mouth made. Suddenly, she took her mouth off of his shaft with a faint, but audible, "pop".
