#amanda thoughts

You and Angela had been talking about inviting Amanda to your bed for months. Although you never thought it would really happen.

It was a girls night which meant that the whole night would be filled with laughter and movies from both you and Angela and also Amanda. You were a little confused when Angela made you wear the new white lingerie set under your clothes that she had bought you a couple hours before with whispered promises of what she would do if you were good tonight. Although you didn’t think too much of it since you both had done stuff while Amanda was in a room over before. 

When Amanda arrives she’s stuck like glue to you all night. Wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her during a movie, and even kissing your forehead (to all of which Angela just looks over with a small smirk). 

Amanda glances over at Angela and all you see is her nod before Amanda’s hands are wandering. They stroke up your sides across your stomach on your thighs and then dangerously close to your breasts.

You look over to Angela for reassurance but the second you look away Amanda gropes you. She hums in contempt and kneads your breasts in her hands while bringing her face down to your neck where she starts leaving soft kisses in comparison to the way her hands are harshly gripping you. 

A quiet whimper escapes your lips as Amanda latches on and starts nipping and sucking on your neck and Angela leans in to kiss you. 

After a few minutes one of Amanda's hands move lower. He hand slips under your pajama shorts and she begins to lightly rub you over your panties. Pulling away from Angela you grip Amanda’s wrist and she stops and looks up at Angela.

“It’s okay baby girl. Let her go or I'll tie up your hands” Angela’s voice is husky and she’s still slightly panting from the kiss. Slowly you let Amanda’s hand go and she starts up again this time putting more pressure on your clit with a whispered “good girl”

Angela sits on the other end of the couch watching intently with a hand down her own pants as she moans lowly. Your hands are gripping the cushions of the couch trying not to move. When Amanda decides she’s had enough of here own teasing she slips her hand under you panties slowly circling your opening as her other hand pulls your shirt over you head. She lets out a groan as she she the white lacy bra Angela had picked out for you and Angela lets out a chuckle.

“Pretty isn’t she?” Angela directs the question to Amanda but stares straight at you.

“So pretty” Amanda answers as she makes quick work of unclasping your bra and throwing it onto the floor before she begins to tug and circle your nipples with her free hand as her other hand quickly shoves to fingers inside you.

The moan that leaves your mouth is unholy as she quickly picks up a quick pace. The only sounds in the room is your’s and Angela’s moans and gasps and the sounds of yours and her wetness. 

As you get closer to your release you can feel yourself tighten around Amanda’s fingers as your hips begin to buck in her hand.

“You going to cum for me baby? With Angela watching you?” Her voice is a bit condescending as she move her hand on your nipple down to rub your clit.

With the added stimulation and her words you cum with a load moan as your hands grip onto her arms.

Amanda slows her pace a bit until you’ve come down and then removes her fingers. Looking up at Angela you can see her chest rising and falling quickly indicating her own orgasm.

If someone were to ask Amanda what her favorite smell was before meeting you she’d probably say the beach. That the salty smell of the ocean and the sand was her favorite. Maybe she would say it was the smell of her childhood home or the smell of her favorite flowers.

But if someone asked her after she had met you she would answer with just your name. She wasn’t sure when it happened but slowly she fell in love with the smell of your favorite flowers, your favorite dish. She fell in love with the perfume you put on everyday and the shampoo and bodywash you would use. Slowly her favorite smell became everything you. 

She would find herself burying her face in your chest or stealing your hoodies, Spraying your favorite perfume on herself, cooking your favorite dish, and using your shampoo and body wash instead of her own. 

She would never admit that to you though. No, she was too embarrassed. She would use the cold as an excuse to have you close. If you asked her about the shampoo, body wash, or perfume she would say she wanted to try something different and liked it. If you asked about the hoodies she would answer with “yours are softer” which you knew was a lie because she liked to buy the ones that are fuzzy inside. But you knew the truth. And you had found yourself doing the same.