Inviting her best friend around for a sleepover was one of her most cherished past-times. Some of the most vivid and meaningful memories lived strong in Madoka, even after all those years. From the time they took a holiday trip together by the seaside and shared a hotel room (where Madoka would become fretful and highly strung over Sayaka's behavior, casually pocketing and bagging odd items from the room with a cheeky grin, merely for the thrill), to when they went off camping with the both of their families (and the torturing tomboy would sit up late with her, terrifying her with the torch, telling horror stories of beasts and various haunting, deep in the very woods they were in). The teasing was never intended to cause any sense of malice or upset, in fact, when the bubblegum haired babe pleaded for her to stop, she very much would and then draw her close for a cuddle. They'd kneel together, sit or even lay, there in each others embrace, their shared heartbeats lulling the other into a comfortable sleep.
The years had flown by, but their tradition remained faithful. Every once in a while, usually now for cause of celebration, they'd attend to one another's house. Indeed, they'd visit their friends and have full on slumber parties in groups being as many as six, but the arrangements strictly for Madoka and her childhood friend were special. They'd confide in one another secrets they'd kept from family and even other close friends, they'd weep, reminisce, laugh, joke and indulge in the time in which they could be alone in each others company.
That night, Sayaka had come to spend the night at the Kaname's residence.
As long as the volume was at a considerable level, they'd be allowed to watch television downstairs, after everyone else had retired to 'bed-fordshire'. Deep into the night, there would only be the flickering of the telly light, faintly illuminating the living room. Practically 'spooning' on the couch under a duvet, the two lay comfortably watching one of their movies. Whenever Sayaka picked one, is was often over-laced with violence and profanity, not explicitly horror, some actions and thrillers. Madoka was more attuned to more mellow, though still fairly intriguing plot-lines, following within the genres of Rom-coms or silly animes.
This last one was of Madoka's picking. Nowadays, a lot of their favorite titles could be picked up next-to-nothing at charity shops and second hand stores. Occasionally, since they weren't much of a bargain, they'd sometimes scoop up whatever caught their eye and give it a go. Some hits. Some misses.
Madoka would smile contently, feeling the bluenette softly nuzzle her hair from behind her and clasp her arms around her more securely, snug, as they proceeded to watch the movie.
Unexpectedly, a raunchy scene had come on and, although the doors to the living room were closed, trapping any chances of the sound lingering up to the occupied bedrooms, both of the girls became tense at the tightening atmosphere, chocking the room. Clearing her throat, Madoka tried to relax, distracting herself by gazing at other objects in the room. A steady, heated blush crept steadily onto her face, as she heard the consecutive moans from the tv. Sayaka was clearly just as uncomfortable, but resumed watching the intense scene. The pig tailed gal imagined with the awkward moment, her friend would have loosened her grip or distanced herself from her, however she felt her grip about her tummy tighten. Despite how this was obviously not something they'd wanted to see, not once did either of them consider picking up the remote to fast-forward or skip it. Instead the moment lingered on and Madoka swore she could feel Sayaka's knee hitch slightly and poke into her lower back, just above her buttocks. Was she doing this on purpose?
It would certainly be expected of Sayaka to try to lighten the situation by teasing her, but when Madoka shuffled herself a bit to get more comfortable, she felt Sayaka's legs were stretched out, along-side hers. So what was poking her under the blanket? She shuffled back into Sayaka and a husky grunt escaped Sayaka's lips and they froze.
Both of them bolted up from under the duvet, sitting up and staring at the evident bulge in the blueberry haired gal's pj bottoms. Asides from the erotic sounds on the telly, everything went quiet, as they were piecing together what had happened. Was Madoka really seeing this? Was this for real or another prank? She was startled, but more bewildered to find that her friend was not delivering a mocking, condescending smirk or laughing to belittle her dearest 'wife', but was in fact shaking in her spot, gripping the couch seating with fear.
So many questions were buzzing inside of Madoka's skull at this point, but they found themselves silenced when all she saw right now was the frightened expression on Sayaka's face. She'd now turned to face her. Her mood was hard to read. Her eyes. Were they confused? Were they apologizing? Pleading? Humiliated? It was an insidious, emotional concoction.
Right now, it seemed that the questions were best left for later. Right now her best friend appeared she may flea any moment, thinking her 'reaction' had 'tainted' their friendship. Those deep, sapphire eyes were shimmering, close to tears and the last thing the bubble gum haired gal wanted to see was a friend in misery. Throwing aside her want for explanation, she shyly scooted over along the couch, never taking her eyes off her. The eyes of the tomboy widened, as she'd found there was a message of solace in Madoka's eyes and she shuddered pleasantly, feeling her brush her hand delicately over the area, containing her throbbing region. The sound of Sayaka's sigh of pleasure motivated more of a motion of boldness and Madoka smiled coyly, as she begun to rub and caress the bluenette's strengthening length from under the fabric.
Meanwhile, the television had began emitting more furious noises of the character's love making and Sayaka pushed her friend back onto the couch, nuzzling into the side of her neck with a groan, as she tugged down her bottom's and panties, revealing her strong erection.
Gasping at the sight, seeing it having grown under her attention to it, Madoka reluctantly went to properly touch and stroke it, drawing out a struggled breath of relief and ecstasy from the tomboy, who was now clutching onto her, nipping and pressing soft kisses to her throat. Madoka trembled with her growing arousal and felt a stinging, overwhelm of heat claim her in a flush as she watched Sayaka lift up her pj top and start kissing her chest.
The girl's head was hazy and she laid back on the couch, whimpering at the delivery of the kisses, until they'd met her lips. Her eyes widened and quickly threw her arms up to hold the bluenette close to her. Pulling away, Sayaka gave Madoka a warm smile, brushing strands of hair from her eyes, and she nuzzled her nose with hers playfully.
Everything seemed so haywire right now. It was going 100 miles an hour and she wasn't sure she even wanted for this to happen. Whether she wanted to have Sayaka as a lover. Whether she even saw Sayaka as such was still in question, much like a lot of other matters right now. There was no doubt she had loved Sayaka for a long time now. When they were young, they'd re-enact scenes from fairy-tales with princesses, princes and knights and Sayaka always most definitely took the masculine role. She adored it. She adored feeling like the tomboy was her loyal guardian and her savior. Someone who protected her from bullies and was there to catch her when she fell.
Right now, as she looked into her eyes, awash so much in consideration and care, she saw there was no question. They loved each other. Upon that, their lips reconnected in a powerful kiss and Madoka welcomed the dominance that followed. She let out a whine of desire, as she felt the bluenette reach into her pj bottoms and stroke her soaked area. She giggled shyly, seeing how the tomboy was surprised by her wetness and proceeded to pull them down and off, moving onto all fours on the couch. Panting, driven by her want for pleasure, she wiggled her behind at Sayaka, glancing over her shoulder at her with a teasing smile.
The bluenette gulped and eagerly positioned herself behind her friend. Thinking they weren't ready to go that far, Sayaka guided her dick between her friends thighs instead and began to gently thrust, causing a rubbing sensation against her friend's clit. Electrified at the sensation, Madoka found herself moaning, clawing somewhat at the duvet, as her friend picked up a rhythm and bucked her hips into her. The bubble gum haired girl purred and moaned, as the tomboy started running her fingertips along her back and sides, her lightness almost tickling her.
As they saw a main light turn on from the next room, their hearts plummeted hard and they scrambled to throw the duvet over them. Luckily the scene on the dvd had ended and the two returned to their previous 'spooning position' as the door opened, after a few gentle knocks.
"Hey there, girls! How's it going?" queried a tired Junko, weary but gleeful.
"Y-yeah, great mom!" stuttered Madoka nervously, feigning delight. Under the covers, she could feel Sayaka's hard dick poking against her rear.
"W-we'll be turning this off soon. It's nearly finished" Sayaka assured.
"You'd better" the mother stated, semi-serious "It's getting late".
The bubblegum haired gal nodded, hastily, dying of embarrassment "Sure, mom. Okay".
"Heh, things sure haven't changed. You guys can't spend a single moment without each other, can you?".
"Mom!".
"Alright, alright, I'll go now. Gonna have a quick drink before I head off though" Junko said, yawning, before closing the door behind her.
Her silhouette could still be made out through the intense light in the door, as she prepared herself a drink.
Both the little dare-devils gave an exasperated sigh, until Madoka almost yelped, feeling Sayaka continue thrusting between her legs under the duvet.
"S-S-Sayaka... what are you doing?" she whispered, wrought with panic. "C-Cut it out!".
"Sssh, you gotta keep quiet" the tomboy replied softly, teasing her with a smug smile, as she continued to rub her cock against her clit through her legs.
Poor Madoka attempted to quiet herself, clamping her hands over her mouth "S-S-S-Sayaka..." she whimpered helplessly. "W-We can't...! My mom...".
A soft grunt and series of groans sounded from the bluenette and she buried her blushing face into her friend's shoulder, as she continued. Madoka writhed and squirmed in her friend's embrace, her heart pounding furiously, fearing that her mother could walk in any second. She bit into her lip hard, trying to eliminate any noise, as Sayaka rubbed her swollen bud, starting to feel a rising, wave sensation in her groin.
A knock sounded at the door "Madoka, Sayaka, I'm heading to bed".
The bubblegum haired gal could hear her own heartbeat thudding in her ears "O-okay, g-goodnight mom!" she called, whimpering at her approach to climax.
"Goodnight, Mrs Kaname" said Sayaka, surprisingly well, considering how fast she was now picking up into the rhythm.
"S-s-stop, Sayaka... I beg of you" whined the girl in pigtails.
"I can't..." she grunted.
"Madoka, are you alright in there?" the mother pondered, her silhouette clear at the doorway.
Madoka was completely engulfed in euphoria, feeling her climax approaching "I'm f-fine, mom. I'll be heading up in a sec".
"Okay, sleep tight you two" and with that, her shadow disappeared and the light went off.
The girl's waited for the vanishing of the sound of footsteps, before bringing each other to the brink and with that, Sayaka gave a last strong thrust into Madoka, cumming over her bare legs. Madoka gave a squeal of pleasure and the two lay beside each other, panting.
It was then bitterly quiet for a moment.
"Stupid Sayaka" muttered Madoka, softly in the dark.
Reaching on the tabletop for tissues, Sayaka cleaned up the mess she'd made on her friend "I'm sorry, Madoka. The sounds you were making were just so cute and it excited me so much".
"I was so scared, Sayaka. Mom coulda walked in. She coulda caught us" she squeaked, followed by quiet sniffling.
The bluenette, turned her friend over to face her on the couch and pulled her close.
"I'm so sorry Madoka. I didn't mean to freak you out that much. I promise, I'll never do that again".
Sayaka pressed her lips softly to the bubblegum haired gal's forehead and brought her close, stroking her hair and caressing her cheek softly. Soon, the sobbing stopped and they were comfortably snuggling into each other.
"Sayaka, you've got a lot of questions to answer in the morning...".
(Right, so there was no plan for this. I just sorta saw how it went. What do you think guys? You want more? :) Comments and suggestions. G'night folks!)
