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My stomach sank. But luckily she wasn’t done.
“I plan to fuck you silly the whole time I’m there,” she added.
The smile that appeared on my face didn’t quite split it in two but it sure as hell felt like it. Giddiness erupted in my system.
“What time do you get in?” I asked.
“Seven o’clock.”
“I’ll be waiting for you at the airport.”
“I can’t wait,” Amber said.
“Neither can I.”
I hung up the phone and left the room. My friends were all sitting in a circle, playing some drinking game.
“So how did it go?” Dave asked, looking up at me.
My smile told him everything he needed to know.
“That good, huh?” he said.
“Even better,” I replied.
“Is that right?”
I nodded.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” someone else said. “Spill the beans, big guy.”
“Let’s just say you guys won’t be seeing me around for a little while.”
“You’re hooking up with her?” Dave asked.
“Yep. She’s coming into town tonight.”
“When is she leaving?” someone asked.
“Tomorrow night.”
“And she wants to hang out with you?” This was from Dave, sounding incredulous.
“She does indeed.”
Dave shook his head and mock indignation. “You lucky fucking bastard.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him on that point. The way I figured it, I was the luckiest fucking bastard in the whole damn world.
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Amber was never one to be concerned with how things looked to other people. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and didn’t care what strangers thought about it. I like to think I’m like that, but I’m really not. I still have some inhibitions, although not too many. But she has none.
So I wasn’t surprised when she started making out with me as soon as she got off the tarmac. Right there in front of everyone else getting off the plane, forcing them to go around us like a stream parting for a large boulder.
Eventually Amber broke off the kiss, grabbed my hand, and we headed towards the baggage claim. Even though she’d just gotten off the plane and wasn’t wearing very much makeup, she looked hotter than ever. Her hair was cut differently than the last time I’d seen her, with bangs covering her forehead, framing her impossibly cute face perfectly. And between her tight t-shirt and lack of a bra showing off her perfect, perky tits—not to mention her short skirt displaying her long, incredibly toned legs—she made me want to cream my pants just from looking at her.
“I can’t wait to get that big cock of yours inside of me,” she said while we stood next to the roundabout, waiting for her luggage to appear. She was talking in a regular voice, plenty loud enough to be heard by the people around us. “Is it hard yet?”
