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I was doing my usual Facebook thing this morning before going to work when I got a Facebook chat message on my chat bar from this really cute chick who I’d hooked up with about 3 years ago. She had stayed on my Facebook friends list. Her profile photo was like a window to a memory. It was a once and done. I didn’t have her phone number, she didn’t have mine. Our only connection was that we were friends on Facebook. I had no idea why, out of the blue, this chick was messaging me. It was so random. Stuff like that just didn’t happen to me. The hook-up 3 years ago? I replayed it in my mind occasionally and used the replay for jacking off. She was a hot fuck no doubt. I had suggested we hook it up again soon. She said sure why not. But then a month went by and another. And another. That was 3 years ago.

hey how r u
kewl u
ok I wuz thinking abt u

Hard to believe after 3 years a girl is thinking about you. But girls’ minds are strange things I’ve found. Don’t even try to penetrate their brain or try to figure them out. Just let them be who they are, think what they want to. Don’t bother arguing with them unless you’re drunk and feisty, cuz they will never let you win, girls are always right. And if they’re horny and show up at your door, don’t worry if your place looks like a guy’s dorm room that hasn’t been cleaned the whole semester. They aren’t there to clean your place, they want to get laid.

I went to work not thinking much of the short Facebook chat exchange with Amanda. Got caught up in work stuff. Then toward the end of the workday, I thought about hitting the gym on the way home from work, but decided I’d go running in the riverside park instead. I needed to change into my running gear. So I went back home and was right in the middle of changing, shirtless, in my running shorts, when the doorbell rang. I thought to myself, who would be coming over at 5:30pm? And I hoped it wasn’t a buddy looking to go to dinner and hang out all night. So I answered the door all nonchalant. Standing on the other side of my threshold was Amanda. “Told ya I was thinking about ya,” she said. “Hey!” was all I could manage. I know, how lame was that. “Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?” “Sure, com’n in, I was just going out for a run. Can I get you anything to drink?” “Your place hasn’t changed much.” Of course this was a comment on my housekeeping skills, or lack thereof.

“To answer your hospitality question, no, I’m not thirsty right now, maybe later.” So reading between the lines, I wasn’t sure if this meant she wanted to go out for a bite to eat and talk about our lives, like what’s happened in the past 3 years, or if she had something else on her mind. As in sex. “I was going out for a run, but…” She interrupted, “Oh, I thought you just got back from a run.”

From where she had told me she lived 3 years ago, she was maybe only a few miles away. I was surprised I hadn’t run into her in all that time, like at a store, grabbing coffee, at a party, club, whatever. It was strange our paths hadn’t crossed. She hadn’t changed much in 3 years, maybe if anything, her hair was longer. She had really beautiful long brown hair, these expressive big brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. And a bangin’ body. As I remember, she had started out with opening a casual clothing boutique downtown that was really popular and designed some of her own stuff. Then some of her designs went viral and it was more lucrative for her to have an online biz than a retail store. So from what I heard thru the grapevine and saw on her Facebook, she now had a loft downtown where she and a few staff ran the biz. She was wearing a white tank top with a screen print of a slot machine showing triple cherries. I wondered if the tank top was one of her designs. As I remembered she had a cherries tattoo near her pussy, two ripe cherries still on the stem. Cherries were her thing. So was I the slot machine winner collecting my cherries pay-out?

Then without any foreplay, like no effort on my part, she dropped her purse to the floor and pulled down my running shorts and boxer briefs and began stroking my cock. Oh my god, I thought. This can’t be happening? Then as my cock was responding to her, she dropped to her knees and began sucking it. I put one of my hands in her hair. She was bobbing her head up and down on my cock and pulled off her tank top, barely taking her lips off my cock to slide the top off. She had a white lace bra on underneath, I could see her nipples were hard thru the lace. I grabbed a handful of her hair into my hand and pulled her off my cock and up, standing, so that we could kiss. I remember she wasn’t that into kissing before, she was more into sucking and fucking, but I wanted to ravish her. Just take her completely. So I kissed her, pulling her against me. She slid a hand between us to unbuckle her belt, unbutton her jeans, unzip and then while we were still kissing, she was tugging them down. She broke off the kiss to slide them down the rest of the way. She had matching white lace bikini panties on. I could see the cherries tattoo thru the lace. She undid her bra. “I got a nipple ring.” “Why not both?” “Wanted to be different.” I went for her tits with my mouth, pulling on the nipple ring with my lips while I slid her panties down. She was at the right position for me to throw her body over my shoulder. So I did. Working out pays off.

The bedroom was only a few steps away and I walked in with her over my shoulder and threw her down on the bed. I licked her cherries tattoo and then traced my tongue down to her shaved pussy and began licking her clit, sucking on her tiny pink lips and then tonguing her pussy in and out while she let out soft moans, her hands in my hair. “Fuck me,” she said. The magic words. I was totally prepared to give her an oral orgasm, but who am I to not honor a girl’s request to get fucked?

I opened her legs wider then decided to grab her ankles and hold her legs up in a V. I took her pussy in one thrust, she was that wet and ready to be fucked. I began pounding her. She played with her tits, licked a finger and began rubbing her clit while I was giving it to her pussy. “Harder.” she commanded. So I gave it to her. Her first orgasm was wild, she gyrated back onto my cock with her hips and screamed out like a porn chick, except I knew Amanda’s orgasm was real. I could feel her pussy pulsating rhythmically on my cock and her wet juices had drenched my balls. She unhooked us and flipped over and got on all fours and put her ass up in the air. A new tattoo, well, new to me, was the tramp stamp above her cute ass cheeks. It was a free-form filigree design in blue and pink. I love tramp stamps, they can kind of hypnotize you while you’re fucking a girl from behind. I slid my dick back into her and grabbed some of her hair, pulled her head back and wailed away. She put her face down into the pillow, to the side and went down on her shoulders, I took her wrists and pulled them back straight down, pinning her there and kept pounding. “Oh yeah, fuck me.” I playfully spanked her ass cheeks. As I remember she liked it. “Spank me harder.” I spanked her harder and kept fucking her. “I wanna ride you now.” she said. I let her up and laid down on my back. She put her thighs on either side of my hips and took my cock inch by inch while she played with her tits. When my cock was all the way in her, she began bouncing on it. “I wanna cum.” she said. “I wanna cream all over you.” When she did, her eyes kinda rolled back and she began letting out the sexiest fuck moan I’d ever heard while her pussy grabbed and squirted all over my cock.

I couldn’t hold off any longer, just seeing the look on her face and feeling her pussy tighten up and grab my dick while she squirted and moaned, put me over the edge. I began shooting cum up into her, she kept riding me thru her orgasm, my orgasm, then let her body fall down on top of me, spent. She didn’t want any of the typical girl stuff after sex, no cuddles, snuggles, nuzzles, kisses. She got up. “Oh god I’m a mess.” Went into my bathroom, took a quick shower. When she came out, she walked out of my bedroom to collect her clothes. I was still in a little bit of a fuck daze. She returned to my bedroom and was looking around her purse and pulled out her hairbrush. “Bet you don’t go for a run now,” she remarked while brushing her hair. “Yeah,” I said. “Hey…” Before I could ask for her number, she said, “Well, I’m off. Catch ya online.” And she turned around and walked out of my room. I heard the door to my condo open and close. Later that night, I thought about sending her a message on Facebook, but what to say? Thanks? See you soon? That was hot? You’re awesome? Don’t let another 3 years go by? But the funny feeling I had was that I wouldn’t hear from her for another 3 years. To her, time passing didn’t mean much. Three years ago might have yesterday. Another 3 years from now might be tomorrow.