It takes me an embarrassingly long time to realise that Karma's parent weren't home, and an even longer time to realise that Karma clearly can't hear me knocking at the door. Giving up on the knocking I reach over to the 'Welcome' sign hanging on the wall and retrieve the spare key from its hiding place. The house is oddly quiet when I enter the foyer and close the door quietly behind me, going so far as to lock it again. If I didn't already know that Karma wasn't doing anything this weekend I would have thought that she was out too. Not wanting to shatter the silence I walk carefully up the stairs and start to head towards Karma's room. By the time that I round the corner I hear a noise, it's particularly loud due to the otherwise silent house but I can clearly distinguish what it is. The sound emanating from the door in front of me is definitely moaning; Karma moaning to be exact.
"No," I whisper incredulously to myself, "She wouldn't be, would she?"
A louder moan sounds and confirms my suspicions; Karma is masturbating. I never thought I would see the day when the calm and composed Karma Ashcroft would be caught in such a compromising position.
Oh god, I should really come back later, I think to myself and turn around to flee the scene. Try as I might my mind wonders through the possibilities of what would happen if I walked in right now. Worst case scenario, I walk in and Karma is so utterly embarrassed that she never wants to see me again; best case scenario, I walk in and Karma is so overwhelmed with lust that she jumps me and we proceed to make sweet lady love for the next indefinite amount of hours.
Pffft, yeah that's totally not happening; I scoff at my thoughts and begin walking away again. The next sound that comes from the room though stops me dead. The speed in which I manage to turn around I wouldn't be surprised if someone had just yelled out 'All you can eat donut buffet'.
Alas, it was not the day for Amy Raudenfeld to blissfully feast on donuts. It was apparently though the day, in which Karma Ashcroft would moan my name in the middle of such an intimate act of self pleasure, pffft no big deal. It's not like my best friend is masturbating to thoughts of me or anything.
Right now I'm seriously contemplating walking in there and seeing if that best case scenario becomes reality. However, it's at that moment the evil side of my conscious comes out to play and my mind creates a devious idea.
Biting my lip to contain a devilish smile I pull out my phone and text Karma,
'Hey Karms, surprise movie night. I'll be over in a few'
From inside her room I hear a ding notifying that my message was received, Karma releases a frustrated noise followed by an admittedly husky sounding, "Seriously, I can't catch a break today."
I can tell the exact moment that she reads my text because seconds later I hear a string of swear words erupt from Karma, "Shit, shit, shit, fuck, god Amy you have the worst timing ever,"
I smile to myself and but hear movement; it clicks on a second later that I can't let her catch me out here just yet. With a few muttered swear words of my own I turn around and scurry down the stairs as quietly as possible and make it to the front door before long. I give it a few moments to compose myself before opening and closing the front door a little louder than necessary, as I reach the staircase once again I make a little extra noise on the way up. By the time I have given Karma adequate warning, and time to compose herself I walk up to her door and open it.
"Hey Karms, how's it going?" I ask casually when I spot her sitting at the foot of her bed looking flushed.
"Hey, yeah, I'm um good," Karma responds a little too quickly but I can tell she has no idea I was here earlier.
We start the afternoon out easily enough, watching a few episodes of the TV shows we needed to catch up on. After we have watched a decent amount of our Netflix queue I suggest a movie, Karma is still looking a little frustrated but is beginning to return to her usual happy state. It's a shame for her that I don't intend to let what happened earlier slide.
Throughout the movie Karma tries to keep a little space between us but it doesn't take me long to close the gap, it's even easier when she gets scared by every loud noise in the movie. After a particularly bad scare Karma lets out an adorable little yelp.
"Aww come here sweetie, I'll protect you from the totally clichéd but still terrifying bad guy," I say only slightly mockingly, Karma looks hesitant at first but I tap a spot on my shoulder and give her my best pout. As expected the pout works magic and she rests her head on my shoulder before snuggling into my side. Staying true to my innocent facade I slip my hand under her shirt subtly and leave it there for a while. She tenses when she feels my hand on her bare skin but doesn't object, after a little while I begin to draw patterns up and down her skin, gradually raising it higher each time. Karma's breath hitches a little as my hand brushes lightly over the bottom of her ribcage, I can see her bite her lip to restrain it but a slight whimper makes it past her lips. Continuing to run my hand up and down her waist I put on a thoughtful expression and ask in a curious voice, "Is it hotter in here than usual?"
"What's wrong Amy? Am I too hot for you?" Karma asks, feigning innocence. I shoot a challenging look at her and she continues, "You know what they say, there is always a hot friend. And well, looking at you," Karma looks me up and down with a sceptical expression. Instead of responding I fake a thoughtful expression before rolling over to effectively pin her down.
"Oh really?" I challenge and she looks up at me with pleading eyes, already knowing what is about to happen.
"No, no , no, please don't Amy," Karma begs but descend upon her and begin tickling her sides, before longing she is squirming beneath me trying to escape my hands. While she is wriggling around I stealthily snake my leg up between hers, I position myself so that my jean clad thigh is pressed against her centre as she continues to squirm.
She damn well notices how close my leg is too because she isn't nearly as worried about escaping the tickling as she is with the friction created by our movements. I ease up on the tickle and notice that there is quite a few times that she "accidently" presses herself against my leg. Stopping my onslaught I brush my thigh against her again under the guise of positioning my legs so that I can straddle her.
"Who's the hottest?" I question her and she quickly answers me, her voice significantly huskier than it was before.
"You are Amy," she murmurs and I grin triumphantly before moving off of her.
"You're damn right," I reply and move over to the drawers containing her clothes.
"Speaking of, it's too hot in her for these clothes. I only brought warm clothes over, do you mind if I borrow something?" I ask, looking over at Karma who appears to be catching her breath.
"Sure," Karma responds softly. After being granted permission I pull my long sleeve shirt over my head and toss it to the floor before stepping out of my jeans. I'm left in just matching black underwear and a lacy bra; I sneak a peek and see Karma's eyes are glued to my exposed skin and I smile to myself before digging through her drawer. I smirk a little when I find a pair of loose shorts and a thin t-shirt that would probably be short on Karma, let alone on my tall frame. Pulling on the t-shirt I find that it fits snugly and is just short enough that it covers my stomach but any slight movement causes it to ride up and reveal skin. Taking my time I bend over a little more than necessary and pull the shorts up over my long legs slowly, clothed once more I turn towards Karma. Her face is looking flushed again and I can see her squeezing her thighs together.
"Much better," I say in a low voice and all she can manage is nodding her head in agreement. Strolling leisurely back over to the bed I lay down beside her again, making sure that she knows just how much of my skin is bare. I hear Karma try to suppress another moan and when she looks up at me I can see her eyes lock onto my lips.
"You know Karma, I lied earlier. When I sent you that text I was already a little closer than you might have thought," I murmur in a low voice due to our close proximity. I watch her frown a little in confusion before realisation sets in and I continue in the same low voice, "I heard quite a bit of your activity,"
Karma's cheeks flame and she starts to move away from me, before she can get too far I catch her by the waist and pull her closer again.
"I also heard you moaning my name," I continue, my voice taking on a huskier edge. At the same time I move my leg in again and brush my thigh against her, she lets out a surprised gasp and looks at my lips once again. I don't give her time to reply before I pull her flush with my body and kiss her, Karma lets out a moan into my mouth and it spurs me on to increase the passion of our kiss.
Sorry to stop it there guys, but depending if you all like the story I might be able to write a second part. I'll be sure to add in a little smut too for the next bit. Anyway, enjoy.