Karma Ashcroft switched the station to Austin's country radio, and Luke Bryan's voice melodically pierced the quiet evening air. Karma sang along softly, and so Amy Raudenfeld glanced at her best friend for a second too long as they pulled up onto her driveway. Karma shifted the car to the parking gear, and returned Amy's gaze the moment she looked away. There was a short moment of silence.

"You were staring at me," Karma observed carefully.

"I was," Amy admitted.

Karma smiled at her softly and toyed with the keys that were still in ignition. She breathed in a little sigh before asking, "What were you thinking?"

"About the massive heap of homework I have tonight," Amy replied quickly.

Karma's eyes betrayed a twinge of disappoint.

"Why do you ask?" was Amy's save.

"It's silly."

"Well, if you want to discuss it, text me."

Amy unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to open the passenger door when she felt Karma's hand on one of hers.

"Wait," Karma whispered.

Amy veered her head towards her and Karma took both of her friend's hands in hers.

"I don't want to discuss it," she continued, "but I have a compromise for that."

Amy was confused and more than a little dazed as Karma's lips crashed into hers in a passionate manner she did not credit her capable of. Her mouth moved against Amy's slowly and softly. It was a dry, sensual kiss that woke her gut and lifted it to the height of its spirits. Seconds passed and Karma did not part from the blonde. Fireworks of the mental variety were set off. Amy could not rationalize the situation but she kept her lips on Karma's. Amy mentally noted that she tasted much like the scent of a freshly mowed lawn and cinnamon hearts, a later acquired love of hers. Karma's thumbs began to trace circles in the palms of Amy's hands, eliciting a moan from Amy's mouth into hers. Minutes seemed to pass, and Karma betrayed no motion of fading interest.

Amy gently wrestled her hands from her best friend's hold and moved them along her camisole, slowing at Karma's waistline. She was a little diffident about encroaching upon these boundaries so she shut out her mind and slipped her fingers beneath the fabric and crept up to her bra. She massaged a breast in one hand as Karma continued to kiss her. She had long wondered about Karma's bosom. Her skin felt smooth and soft, and her nipples hardened as she similarly traced circles around them. Karma breathed in heavily.

"You like that, don't you," Amy teased.

Karma moaned in an adorable manner.

"Do that again," Amy commanded.

She moaned again, this time with a sensual lilt in her voice.

Karma's camisole came off, and she unhooked her bra with one hand. Amy's eyes widened at the sight, and a grin spread across her face. Karma taunted Amy's face with her breasts for a few seconds before leveling with her. Karma let her hands then rest around Amy's neck, as Amy's crept down towards Karma's ass. Amy groped her, admiring the rich contour. Karma continued even now to kiss her feverishly, and Amy worked the nerve to slip her tongue between her teeth. Their tongues touched for fleeting instances before settling in a combat.

"I've waited so long for this," Amy confessed in between breaths.

"I know," she replied, "you were practically begging me with your eyes."

"Shut up."

"You know you love me."

"I do not," Amy amused.

"Tell me you want me."

"No."

She blew air into Amy's ear, and licked behind her tragus. "Tell me you want me," Karma repeated in a carnal whisper. Her tongue traced the bends of the helix, and Amy found her breaths slowing down.

"I've always wanted you," Amy relinquished.

Karma responded by swirling her tongue into the external canal of Amy's ear, a sensation that heightened the nerves crawling up her spine. Amy shivered in pleasure.

"How do you like that?"

"You're such a tease."

"I know."

Amy had never witnessed Karma in such a state of lust, and she knew she would later cherish this tapestry of memories.

"I want to please you," Amy offered.

"Then please me, loser face."

Amy began to suck gently on her breasts. She hummed, sensing the vibrations appealed to Karma. Her tongue glided across her nipples in a rhythmic manner. She settled on one as her hand pumped the other. Karma groaned. The intervals between Amy's heartbeats shortened.

"Can I say I love you," Amy blurted out.

"Don't talk," Karma answered as she steered Amy's head into her other breast.

Amy's hands began to work on her friend's belt. It came sliding out of the loopholes, as Karma undid the buttons to her high-waisted shorts. Soon Karma was clad in nothing but a plain red pair of Victoria's Secret panties. Amy admired her body with savage eyes, yet an inkling of her humanity pressed for the use of her common sense. Karma leaned in again towards her friend, and guided one of Amy's hands to her wet center. Amy cringed at my sudden awareness of the repercussions of this relation, and so she removed her limbs from Karma's in a quick manner.

"What's wrong?" Karma inquired, with a mix of hurt and confusion in her eyes.

"I want to be friends."

"We are friends, silly."

"This isn't what friends do."

"You don't like the individualized benefits?"

"I like knowing that we're friends more than anything else. And this will eventually complicate the friendship I have with you, and I'm saving both of us from the fallout by saying this can never happen again."

Amy recomposed her appearance and slipped out of Karma's car. She feared her best friend's glare was she to look back into the vehicle, and so she marched straightforward to her front door without as much as a glance behind her.