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Adam's Problem (Part 7.)

"And if you think, for one second..." she whispered slowly. Her hand made its way down his stomach, and Adam's dick started stiffening again. "...That I didn't notice..." Zoey breathed into Adam's face, her fingers brushing over his belly button. "...You getting all hard when I walked around in my volleyball shorts..." Zoey moved her face past Adam's and pressed her soft lips onto his ear.

"...then you're a moron, Ad-Ad," she breathed into his ear, and he felt her soft fingers wrap around his dick. Adam closed his eyes and groaned softly, pushing his hips against Zoey's hand. "Because I noticed," continued Zoey. "I noticed every time."

Zoey's thumb brushed against the edge of Adam's sensitive pink tip, and her hand slowly stroked his shaft, moving down to the base. Then her fingers loosened, and she moved her hand back to the tip, only for her fingers to tighten and stroke him again. Adam closed his eyes and leaned his head back, running his hand over his face. Then he looked at Zoey again. She gazed back at him, looking smugger than ever.

"You've wanted to fuck me for years, haven't you?" she smirked at him.

Adam nodded, and Zoey's smile grew wider.

"Aww," she whispered, "poor thing."

Adam suddenly heard Amy chuckling, and he jumped, looking over at her. She was still sitting in her armchair, staring at the tv screen, waving a hand in front of her face. The smell from the gargantuan fart Zoey had blasted on Adam's cock had finally reached her.

"Jesus Christ, Zoey," she said. "That smells rancid!"

"I farted a good one," answered Zoey. She sat up and looked over at Amy, letting go of Adam's dick. "I had been holding that one in for a while."

"God, that smells terrible!" chuckled Amy. "Adam probably hates you right now."

Zoey looked back at Adam, and Adam gazed into her eyes, feeling his heart ache as the corners of her mouth twitched into that small smile that he loved so much. That small smile that made him lose all train of thought as well as his ability to speak whenever he saw it.

"Do you hate me, Adam?"

Adam stared at her incredible face, trying to take it all in. Her eyes, her skin, her lips, her hair, her scent... He thought about his life over the past few years: how she made him feel when she smiled like that, when she hugged him on his first day of high school, and when she talked to him on those rare occasions that he would have the courage to say anything to her. He thought about the things her body did to him, and the almost uncontrollable lust he felt for her ever since he watched her fart all over her bedroom.

"I love you," he whispered.

Zoey's smile grew slightly and she tilted her head at him. Her arm moved up to his shoulder and she cupped his cheek in her hand again. She leaned in, moving closer.

"I know," she whispered.

Her leg moved over his body, and she straddled him, her other arm moving around his neck. The warmth of her crotch pressed against Adam's cock made him want to moan, and his heart felt like it was going to explode as Zoey moved on top of him, her entire body pressing against his, their noses almost touching.

"I know, baby," she repeated, and Adam closed his eyes. He felt her breath softly puff against his mouth, and a split second later, he felt her soft lips press against his.

Adam's mind exploded.

He moaned into Zoey's mouth, and he pawed at her back, pulling her tighter into him. Her arms tightened around him as she passionately kissed him. Her lips felt amazing. Her hands touching him felt amazing. Her body pressing against him felt amazing. Everything was amazing. Adam moaned again, his mouth desperately moving against hers, as he moved his hands over her back, one of them sliding down to grab her ass. It felt somehow soft and firm at the same time, and Adam squeezed, explosions still raging in his head, his heart feeling like it was going to fail at any second.