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Sammy Wilkinson: Fuck Buddies

-Background-
Nobody has time for full time relationships in college, but everyone has cravings. Sam and you had the perfect balance.
-Text Message Conversation-
Sam: u busy?
You: yeah im in class
Sam: wanna come over in an hour?
You: i cant i have lunch with a friend
Sam: just flake on them. cmon i need u
You: fine. but i cant stay the whole day
Sam: cool, text me when ur almost here
You: k
-Sam's POV-
Sometimes I feel bad for using y/n, but it's not like she wants to be in a relationship with me. Neither of us have the time for full commitment, so we just fuck and stay friends. Nobody knows about our agreement. Johnson and Gilinsky have suspected stuff, but we always deny anything they accuse us of. I wouldn't mind them knowing, but she's embarrassed I guess. She's a really good person, but it would never work out. We would never see each other. And I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship. It's like the perfect arrangement. We hang out around everyone and we're best friends. Just drinking or smoking and talking like normal people. But when we have our 'meetings' we pretend like we're in a relationship. We cuddle and watch movies and everything is perfect for a few hours... and then she leaves. I love her, but I don't know what kind of love it is. Do I love her like a friend or do I want something more? I guess I ought to clean up a little bit before she gets here. I pick up trash from around the living room and throw laundry in the bin. I don't bother to make the bed since the sheets will get fucked up anyways. My phone buzzes and I figure she's on her way. I put deodorant on and wash my face really quick. I sit and listen to music til I hear a knock on the door. I open the door and she comes in and hugs me. Her small frame fits so perfectly in my arms. Her hair smells like floral shampoo and I get a whiff of her perfume. I didn't want to let go of her, but I had to. I couldn't let her know that I was falling for her. I pulled away and smiled at her. I grabbed her hands and led her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and began kissing her. She moved her hand down to my bulge and started palming me through my basketball shorts. Our tongues fight for dominance and I let her win. She takes her shirt off and does the same to mine. She gets on top and leaves a trail of wet kisses down my toned torso. She pulls my shorts down and takes the tip in. She swirls her tongue around. "Don't tease", I say to her in hopes that she'll stop. She takes all of me in her mouth and starts bobbing her head up and down. I throw my head back and let her work her magic. I try to hold on as long as I can, but I don't last long. After a few minutes my cum is sliding down her throat. "You ok?", she questions. "Huh? Yeah, of course", I play it off. "You seem tired, do you want me to get on top?", she says. I nod my head. She straddles me and lowers herself on my length. "Sam", she moans when I'm all the way in. I love hearing her moan my name. "Say it again, baby", I say. I grab a handful of her ass and guide her up and down. "Sam, fuck, baby. You're so big." She bounces faster and faster. I can feel my second orgasm coming. I reach my hand down and rub her clit. She throws her head back and bounces even faster. I cum inside of her and that sends her over the edge. I feel her walls tighten around me. She gets off and lays next to me. We lay for a few minutes, catching our breath. "I think... I think I love you, y/n", I whisper. She turns to me and looks surprised. Her expression made me instantly regret spilling my feelings.