Author's Note: Hey friends! So, I wasn't planning on continuing this story, but due to all the great reviews I got, I decided to write some more!

This chapter takes place right before Fat Amy sneaks back home late at night in PP2 - "going for a smoothie". I made this a little "darker" and slightly OOC, so no flames, please!

"Why did you leave Australia?"

The question hung in the air and Bumper bit his lip in anticipation for her answer. He glanced over at Amy laying next to him and watched her facial expression change from content to solemn. They were both breathing heavily from round three of their afternoon activities - Amy's makeup was smeared all over her face and her hair was a frizzy mess, yet Bumper had never seen her look so beautiful. She seemed to be contemplating the question and he grew concerned, almost afraid of her response.

"Wh-why do you want to know?" she asked, staring at the ceiling.

He turned on his side, propping his head up on his hand. "Because," he shrugged. "We've been hooking up on and off for like three years now and we've never actually talked."

She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. "That's supposed to be the point, Bumper." She looked back at him. "We fuck and that's it. We don't have serious conversations. That's called a relationship." She put quotations around the word like it wasn't a real thing and Bumper practically gaped at her, but immediately brushed it off, deciding to bring that subject back up later.

"Amy," he sat up as well and placed a hand on her bare upper back, rubbing the spot gently. "You're more than the girl I sleep with. You're my friend, and like it or not, but I care about you."

She was silent for a moment, looking down at her lap before she locked her gaze back on him. Her mouth opened and immediately closed again, at a loss for words. Bumper noticed the uncharacteristic gleam of tears in her eyes and he frowned. "Hey," he reached over and gathered her in his arms, laying them back against the bed. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. If you don't want to talk about it-"

"No," Amy wiped at her eyes and raised her head from his chest to look at him. "It's just that," she took a deep breath. "No one really cared for me back home. Or, if they did, they never showed it."

"That's why you left?" he asked, brushing hair away from her eyes.

"That was part of it." She laid back down, snuggling close to him. "You know how I'm... a nymphomaniac?"

"What?" he practically shrieked. "You are?"

"Not completely," she backtracked. "I just... I wasn't exactly innocent in high school and I would get a little... antsy if I went without sex for more than a month."

"I'm sure your boyfriend didn't mind that," he joked and she snorted humorlessly.

"They didn't."

His eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline, his jaw dropping. "They? How many did you have?"

"All together or at one time?" Bumper just stared at her in complete shock and she looked away bashfully. "Look, it doesn't matter now. The point is - I got caught by my mom one time and she kicked me out."

"Really?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "She caught you having sex one time and you got kicked out?"

She locked her eyes onto his as if she was gauging his reaction to what she was about to say. "She caught me having sex with... with her boyfriend." Bumper's face was completely expressionless and she sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. Now, you think I'm a freak." She made a move to get out of bed when he stopped her.

"No, I don't think you're a freak." He squeezed her hand in his. "Amy, that was years ago. You're a different person now... Right?"

Amy shrugged. "I mean, I'm only sleeping with you at the moment so I guess so..."

He grinned, ignoring the flutter in his heart as she spoke. She was having sex with only him. That has to count for something, doesn't it?

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it anymore." She began scooting herself off the bed, but he stopped her once again.

"We don't have to talk," he murmured, pulling her back to him. "We could do something else."

"Oh yeah?" she grinned. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well," he began kissing her neck and chin. "It involves me, and you, of course. And condoms."

"Oooh, I like it already."

He smiled and climbed on top of her, capturing her lips in his. Amy spread her legs and Bumper settled himself between them, positioning his dick at her entrance. Just before he entered her, Amy grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. When they parted she stared into his eyes and said, "Thank you, Bumper."

"For what?" he asked.

She squinted slightly, thinking about what she was going to say. "For being such a great friend."

He once again ignored that pull at his heart when she uttered the word "friend" and nodded at her before slamming into her roughly.

"Oh!" she threw her head back and moaned. Bumper rammed into her repeatedly, letting out his pent up frustrations of their "relationship". He thought she wouldn't like it, but he learned quickly that Amy liked it rough... she liked it a lot. "Harder!"

Bumper picked up the pace and thrust even harder into her. Amy began crying out and he felt her contracting around him already. He was surprised; he had never been with a girl who could come so quickly. Amy never ceased to surprise him. He watched as her face froze, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' shape and then he felt a pressure against his dick. He pulled out and looked down to see Amy's juices squirting all over his dick as she screamed out, her orgasm overtaking her entire body.

Bumper waited for her to come down from her high before he went to enter her again, but Amy stopped him.

"Wait," she huffed out.

"I can't," he replied. "My balls are practically blue, Ames."

She let out a chortle and looked down at his dick that was so erect it was touching his abdomen. "Just give me a minute, I've never done that before."

"Had an orgasm?"

She smacked him on the arm. "No, idiot. I've never squirted before."

"Really?" his voice cracked, pride coursing through him.

"Yes, really," she rolled her eyes. "Damn, I think my vagina is on fire."

"Do you want me to - by myself? I mean - I don't want to hurt you. I can just go to the bathroom and-"

Without warning, Amy pushed him so he was on his back, his head at the foot of the bed, and she immediately enveloped his member in her mouth. Bumper suddenly saw stars as she fucked him with her mouth and hand. She had him over the edge in less than a minute, swallowing all he had to offer.

"You," he breathed out, pointing at her lazily, "are an animal."

She winked at him and rolled off the bed to grab her phone from the dresser across his room. "Shit, it's 2 am."

Not feeling confident enough to stand up on his still shaking legs, Bumper replied from the bed, "so?"

"So?" she repeated, gathering her clothes. "I've been here for almost 14 hours."

"We've been fucking for fourteen hours?!" he exclaimed. "That's so hot!"

Amy let out a full laugh and Bumper quickly noted that her laugh was his favorite sound. "I'll see you around, Bumper." She told him, now fully clothed. He stood up, putting his boxers on and followed her out the door.

"Amy," he called out to her.

She turned around just as the elevator doors dinged and opened.

Bumper opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say so much, but not finding the words. "I-I'll call you."

She winked and smiled at him before disappearing behind the elevator doors. Bumper returned to his apartment and collapsed on the couch, thinking about the day and night he just spent with the Bella. He felt a flutter in his stomach when he thought of her, but brushed it off.

"I don't have feelings for her..." he said aloud to himself. "I'm just hungry... Yeah... that's it. I'm hungry."

Author's Note: I feel like I went way too far with this chapter. So sorry if you don't like it. The next chapter will take place after the Riff-Off in PP2. "Would you like to have sex later?" "No! *wink*" "Okay, you winked. So, that's a no then?" "It's a 100% no! *wink*"