"We've been dating for -- what?-- nine months?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said "Aren't you happy"
"Sure, I'm happy," she said. "It's just that -- I don't know -- I just feel like we've hit a road block sexually."
I hit the gas when the light turned green. I was shocked. Amanda was the most beautiful and adventurous woman I'd ever met. She had the buxom body of a Playboy centerfold and the libido of a porn star. We usually fucked at least once a day, sometimes three or four times. And we kept things interesting by doing it in the most exotic places. I once even ass-fucked her on her boss' desk during working hours.
"Don't get me wrong," Amanda continued. "The sex is good. Very good. But there's something missing."
"Like what?" I asked.
She stared vacantly at the strip malls whizzing by on the side of the road.
"Oh, forget it," she said. "You wouldn't be interested."
I looked at her tits and the deep cleavage they made beneath her V-neck shirt. And then I looked at her long, smooth legs, barely covered by a frayed denim mini-skirt. I decided I'd be willing to do anything for her.
When I looked up, I saw the blur of a stop sign out of the corner of my eye. I jammed on the brakes, but it was too late. We were already half way through the intersection. I weaved to avoid a Hummer coming from a cross street and then pounded the accelerator, leaving the Hummer's horn blast behind me.
I caught my breath and looked at Amanda. She was so caught up in thinking about our sex lives, she barely noticed that we'd almost wrecked.
"Come on," I said. "Tell me. I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?" she said.
"Anything," I said.
Her face brightened.
"Well," she said, while shifting in her seat to face me, "I've always wanted a girlfriend."
I immediately thought of her best friend, Kim, who was just as hot as Amanda. Watching the two of them eat each other out would've been better than a dream come true. But I stayed poker-faced. I didn't want Amanda to think that I was interested in any woman but her.
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