Short Girls Will Be The Death Of Me

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I gotta admit. My cock grew fully hard just at the sound of Amanda knocking at my door. When Dillon opened the door and embraced her long-time friend, their respective cleavages clashing, their excited squeals in harmony, I almost came right then at the possibilities of what was about to happen.

The more Dillon heard about myself and Melody’s secret sex life, the more she wanted to compete with her. Though she said she wanted to continue “life in the moment” and thought that bringing in another would be a good reminder that we are just to be fuck buddy’s, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

I thought she was overthinking it all, but in any case this lead her to invite Amanda over. Amanda is another of Dillon and Melody’s childhood besties so of course I’m thrilled by this. Though I’d never had the string of fantasies about her, like I’d had with Dillon, I knew that Amanda (Mandy, her close friends called her) probably fucked good.

She was the opposite of Dillon personality wise. Amanda is brash, ornery, and generally tears through men like it’s nothing. And physically, Amanda is a near replica of Melody which is why I know she’ll feel fucking exquisite.

Short girl. Huge tits. Thick lips. A magic trifecta that’ll be the fucking death of me.

Dillon has never been with a girl and is not sure if she even wants to, but she does get off on the idea of watching. She confessed to me that after she found out about Melody fucking Chase (her then boyfriend), she was heartbroken, but said she also felt angry that she didn’t get to watch.

Chase, in a dumb-dude move and maybe in an attempt to hurt her, told Dillon how good Melody was— how quickly he got-off when she sucked him, something Dillon always had trouble doing. (Though she had no trouble with me, I might add).

So after hearing that, she would often fantasize about watching Melody and Chase fuck. She told me she would finger herself or use a vibrator even as she thought about it. Chase, himself, could never make her cum, but fucking herself while imagining watching them always got her off, she confessed.

Dillon wanted to turn these emotionally difficult watching-fantasies into something real and fun. Unlike Melody who shied away from sex play with her close personal friends, Dillon felt more comfortable with it. Plus, she had told Amanda about our recent romps, including praise of my skills. To which Mandy apparently replied jealously, “Goddamn, Bitch. I wanna fuck him too!”

And there you have the events that have led to Amanda now knocking at my door and rubbing her giant tits all over Dillon and me as she hugs us both excitedly.

Amanda knows she is here to get fucked, but makes no big deal about it, a huge turn on for me.

We sit in my living room, drinking wine and listening to old soul records. The girls laugh over stories from high school and about certain boys. Melody’s name gets mentioned a lot.

Amanda has a lot of good stories about her, many I hadn’t heard— blowing 2 boys in the bathroom of a party, having to tell her in the hall that she had cum running down her leg after she fucked the security guard in his car during lunch. Amanda even admits to getting fingered by Melody over a dare, how they liked it and did it again for fun several times later. I wonder why Melody never mentioned this or wanted to bring Mandy on as a playmate?

I’m getting very aroused hearing about Melody. Recently this would have bothered me, but I’m just gonna embrace it for now. In fact, it’s inevitable I’m gonna think of Melody while fucking Mandy. How could I not? These short, busty nymphs could be twins.

A second bottle of wine is opened and I invite Amanda to sit on the floor in front of me while I rub her shoulders. It’s an obvious move to get things started, but neither girl says anything about it.

Dillon watches from the couch as I place my hands on Amanda’s bare shoulders. Mandy instantly reacts with a sultry moan and Dillon and I both smile at each other, my cock harder than ever.