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Amanda was trying to be good, truly she was. She knew her limits, knew what was healthy for her and her therapist agreed, congratulated her even on making good choices and keeping her boundaries for herself. It was just…she could almost taste how good it would be for her to cross her own boundary just this once.
Max’s friend had died! It was a terrible idea. If they got entangled in anything it would be bad news. She knew Max was emotionally unavailable and besides, she was also physically, literally unavailable a lot of the time as she dashed off to who knows where doing who knows what. Unfortunately, the mystery of it all was damned intriguing. She groaned.
And she was horny! Very few women in this town knew just how all-consuming her hypersexuality was. Her therapist had listened to all manner of thoughts she kept bottled, the desire to masturbate in the work bathroom, the desire some nights to have a man over just because the taboo of hetero sex would be kind of hot. But she was good. She did her shift normally, she went home normally, she masturbated until her pussy was sore and her clit was raw. It was a good life.
I could eat you under the table.
Max’s voice echoed in her head and she groaned, burying her face in the pillow. She’d said she hadn’t meant it like that and looked embarrassed, but the picture of those perpetually sleepy eyes in dark eye shadow looking up from between her thighs had made her cum at least two dozen times now. It was profane and damn it, what was a little bad decision in the scheme of it all?
She picked up her phone, clit throbbing and heart racing as she pulled up her text messages.
“Hey,” she texted, grimacing immediately. She had thought to text, ‘you up?’ but she had just enough dignity to avoid it. Still, not much better.
“Hey Amanda,” Max responded within a minute. She was actually available.
Play it cool, Amanda reminded herself. But how? There wasn’t a good way to broach the topic. Well, how about a bad one?
“I’d like to potentially make a mistake,” Amanda wrote, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Oh yeah?” Max asked and Amanda groaned. She was playing it so close to the chest. Really Caulfield? She was going to have to make a move? She shook her head. It was kind not to presume, but just this moment she wished Max was sleazier. The thought made her clit throb again.
“Yeah, help a girl out?” Amanda asked. She felt her need uncoiling inside of her, worming its way through her body like a living heat, pulsing with the beat of her heart. Herr eyelids grew heavy and her breathing followed suit.
“Of course, how?” Max asked. Amanda swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. Max was so eager. Would she come over if Amanda asked? She might. She shook her head. That would be going too far. If they shared a bed Amanda would never want Max to leave.
“Have you ever sent a dirty picture?” Amanda asked, hastily unbuttoning her pants and shimmying out of them. She needed to cum while her bad decisions were still dubious and not downright awful.
“Any requests?” Max texted back and Amanda shoved her hand into her panties so suddenly that she accidentally pressed her sensitive clit too roughly, making her buck her hips and roll her eyes back as she groaned low in her throat.
“Anything, you pick. Help a girl out?” Amanda replied, rubbing her clit too roughly, enjoying the over-intense feeling and the way it felt a little like punishment. God, she was too horny. This was bad. If Max asked to come over she would let her, she would answer the door in her underwear and let Max have literally anything she wanted, any kink hiding in that nerdy body.
Her phone lit up again and she opened it desperately, whimpering as it fell onto the bed, making her grope around for it before she finally was able to lift it to her face. Max was topless and bottomless.
“Oh fuck,” Amanda whimpered as her first orgasm hit her, eyes rolling back as she bucked into her hand, shoving two fingers into her soaked cunt as she clenched around nothing, needing to feel something inside of her as she came her brains out. She thought that was going to be it, but while the orgasm had left her panting like an animal, she still wasn’t sated. She lifted the phone to her face again and saw another message.
“Anything else I can do?” Max asked and Amanda’s decision making was too shredded to resist peeling her panties off, tossing them aside and grabbing her phone as she shoved her thighs apart, taking several photos of her reddened and glistening cunt shining in the flash.
She sent it before she could hesitate.
“Get your tongue inside me,” she wrote, sinking her fingers back into herself and moaning as she realized she had sent her cunt to Max. She had given it to her. Max knew what her cunt looked like. She was well on her way to her second orgasm, grunting and groaning in a way that she thought sounded ugly but the depravity of being so desperate that she couldn’t help it really got her off.
“God, can I?” Max asked sending a picture of her wet mouth open, her tongue glistening. Amanda let out a sob as she came again, squeezing her fingers so tightly as she clenched and bucked. She was starting to get sore already. She could usually get to six before she needed to stop, but she was cumming so hard in quick succession.
“Show me how much you want it,” Amanda replied, her breathing ragged as she rubbed two fingers around her sensitive, throbbing clit, unable to touch it. It took a second for Max to reply, but what came next was a mirror of Amanda’s photo, thighs spread wide, a little triangle of pubic hair above a pair of pink, puffy lips with Max’s fingers sunk into herself.
“I’m gonna come thinking of eating you out,” Max wrote and Amanda snorted at her spelling of cum as she pressed her fingers into her soft skin, pushing to the base of her clit and very gently holding it, rocking her fingers back and forth, effectively jerking off as she let out more shaky, grunting moans.
“Do it,” Amanda replied and sailed all the way to her own orgasm as she stared at Max’s pink cunt, wishing so badly that she could hold her down and wring orgasm after orgasm out of her. What was she like when she came and you didn’t stop sucking her clit? How did she writhe when she tried to push you away and you just sucked and licked until she had to safeword out?
Amanda’s last orgasm was the smallest, too sensitive to truly touch herself as roughly as she wanted but even still she bucked and clenched and throbbed until finally, finally she lay slack in bed.
She pressed her hand over her eyes, groaning. Well. That was stupid. She needed to tell Max it was a mistake. Great job, Amanda.
She picked up her phone.
“I came so hard,” Max said and Amanda smiled.
“Good. This was a bad idea, though. I still need time. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be confusing.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. It would be fully fair if Max just ditched her after this. Her therapist wasn’t going to be mad at her since that wasn’t how therapists worked, but it wouldn’t be congratulatory.
“I understand <3” Max replied and Amanda smiled. Okay, maybe the girl was alright. Maybe in another time they would be fucking nasty every night. And kissing and hanging out. And fucking.
“Keep the photos if you want,” Max added. “My treat.” Her treat? Why did she always fall for the weird ones? Still… she hadn’t intended to delete them if Max hadn’t asked, but it was a nice gesture.
“You too <3” Amanda replied, her clit throbbing. It really wasn’t out of the goodness of her heart, she just wanted to know that Max could see her pussy anytime she wanted. She groaned, squirming as she realized she would have to go all over again. She took a deep breath and pulled up Max’s photos, saving them to her phone and adding them to a folder named “Max” before settling in for a long and exhausting night.
