It was May by the time Amanda got home from the End of April Dance.

“I’m just a little tipsy,” she said.

“Did you have a good time?”

“I did. I danced so much. God, I’m so tired.”

“Shall I carry you to bed?”

“That would be so great.”

I picked Amanda up. I swirled her around.

“Oh God. I’m a little dizzy.”

“Sorry.”

We kissed while I carried her.

“So did you dance with anyone special?”

“It’s all kind of a blur.”

“Well, I’m glad you had a really good time.”

“I did! There was this one guy. He was really good.”

“He was?”

“Uh huh.”

“How was he good?”

“I don’t know. You know. The way he danced. The way he fucked.”

“Amanda!”

She was grinning. “I’m just teasing you.”

“But you wanted to fuck him?”

She smiled. “I bet he would have been really good. But not as good as you.”

“Maybe he would have been better.”

“Maybe, but I don’t love him, so he wouldn’t have been.”

“Did you suck him?”

“Of course.”

She wasn’t smiling.

“You did suck him.”

“I said I did. He had a nice cock. His cum tasted good.”

We arrived at the bedroom. I set her on the bed. Helped her off with her clothes. There wasn’t much. A jacket. A skirt. My fingers found her flower. Wet.

“What was his name?”

“No more questions. Just fuck me now. I’m ready to be fucked.”

“Almost ready,” I said, and I buried my face between her legs. My tongue danced with her clitoris until she gushed.

Then I fucked her to sleep.