Lately, if she's being honest, Reagan has imagined a lot of things coming out of Karma's mouth.

(And, if she's being really honest, one or two - one being her, two being Amy - cumming on / in / because of Karma's mouth.)

The two of them have been spending quite a bit of time together, and Reagan's been learning about all the different sides of Karma.

(The front side. With those lips just begging to be kissed.)

(The side side. With the profile that curves in all the right places.)

(The back side.)(Enough said.)

Reagan's fought it, really she has. She's done everything she can to not think about Karma like that.

(Discovering that the mere mention of the redhead's name was enough to drive Amy's arousal to new heights?)

(Yeah, that didn't help.)

It also hasn't helped that Reagan has discovered - to her great annoyance - that Karma is actually cool. She's actually great.

She's actually pretty fucking awesome.

(And Reagan can be forgiven for hoping that Karma really was the bitch Reagan first thought she was.)

Slowly, but surely (and honestly, not that slowly), Reagan has found herself thinking of Karma as one of her friends. One of her good friends.

One of her best friends.

It doesn't help that Reagan doesn't have that many good friends, let alone best ones.

There's Callie, the bartender at her favorite lesbian club.

But they don't talk much.

(And the fact that Callie is the first girl Reagan ever fucked? And that Callie would love a repeat performance? And that it comes up every fucking time they talk?)

(That might have a little something to do with it.)

And there's Lauren. But she's Amy's sister and the two of them rarely spend time together without Amy, so that doesn't really count.

(And that goes double for Shane. Which Reagan is secretly grateful for because, fuck it, there's only so much of Mr. Fabolous she can take.)

And there's Amy.

Reagan loves her. She's truly, madly, deeply in love with Amy Raudenfeld. Which, she supposes, makes her and Amy something like BFFs.

Or it would.

If that job wasn't already taken.

So, yeah, Reagan has started - for one reason or another - to start seeing Karma as something more than Amy's best friend, an obstacle to their relationship, or an overly excitable drama queen.

(Not that she still doesn't think Karma is all of those things. Because, let's face it - love her or hate her - Karma is all of that.)

(And a bag of chips.)

(A bag of chips with an ass that doesn't quit. And legs… fuck… don't get her started on Karma's legs.)

(Unless 'started' means started licking. Nibbling. Running her hands up and down…)

(Fuck. Me.)

Reagan's tried. She really has.

She's tried thinking of Karma as just a friend.

That's why she readily agreed when Amy asked.

"Please," Amy had said. "Please stop saying her name while you're fucking me."

Reagan agreed. Promised she'd stop.

(It might have been a somewhat more binding agreement if Amy's head hadn't been between Reagan's thighs at that moment.)

(Amy might have been a bit of a baby dyke, but fuck was she a natural with her tongue.)

That promise lasted until the next time. Alone. In a bathroom stall at a club Reagan was working.

(And that? Was all Amy's fault. She was the one who'd come up behind Reagan while she was spinning. She was the one who'd gone all grind happy on Reagan's ass.)

(She was the one who'd whispered her little fantasy in Reagan's ear. The one where she hid out under Reagan's deck. The one where she fucked Reagan with her fingers while she spun.)

(Like Reagan had a choice after that.)

She needed Amy to be quick. And even though Amy was still a bit lacking in the stamina department, Reagan knew even she wouldn't be fast enough to keep them from getting caught.

Not without help.

So, maybe Reagan had broken her promise. Maybe she had whispered Karma's name in Amy's ear just as she let her thumb brush against Amy's clit.

(And maybe the way Amy's eyes rolled back into her head and the way she could barely stand was enough for Reagan to decide that was one promise she was going to break again.)

(And again. And again….)

So Reagan's tried, though - if she's being honest - it hasn't worked all that well.

And Karma standing over her while she's naked?

While she's naked and fucking Amy?

While she's naked and fucking Amy and Karam's saying she needs a lesbian?

Well, fuck.

Even Reagan can't fight that.

(Not that she'd really want to.)

Reagan stares up at Karma. She's surprised by the look on the redhead's face. The intensity of it. The focus.

Granted, that focus is on the spot where Reagan's fingers enter Amy, but still.

They've spent enough time together lately for Reagan to recognize the signs. The focus. The lip biting. That tone in Karma's voice.

She's got a plan.

(And Reagan - if she's being honest - can't wait to see how this one plays out.)

Still, Reagan's surprised. Of all those things she's imagined coming out of Karma's mouth

(Moans, mostly.)

(A little dirty talk, maybe.)

('Smack my ass', possibly)('Fuck me right there', definitely.)

('Lick that pussy you dirty whore' was something of a personal favorite.)

And, of course, cries for more, more, more.

An 'Oh, God' or two. A 'holy fucking shit' or three.

Reagan's name.

(Usually preceded by a drawn out 'fuck'.)

(Fuuuuuuuuck Reagan.)

(Something like that.)

Of all those things, this is one that never once occurred to her.

"I need a lesbian."

Nope. Never saw that coming.

That she's paused, fingers buried inside Amy, and hasn't moved since Karma said it - I need a lesbian - speaks to Reagan's shock.

For a moment, she's almost forgotten where her hand is.

But then Amy shifts, ever so slightly, and Reagan snaps back to reality.

And for the first time she can ever recall - definitely the first time since her first time - Reagan is naked with a girl, with her fingers right where she loves them best.

And she has no fucking idea what to do.

Her gaze flicks from Karam's intense stare

(Still locked on that spot.)

to Amy's face.

Amy is anything but focused. She's staring at Karma, but Reagan knows that look.

Amy isn't seeing a thing.

All she's doing is feeling.

Reagan's eyes dart back to Karma

(Just in time to see her lick her lips. Totally subconsciously, Reagan's sure.)

And suddenly?

Reagan may not know what to do, but she knows exactly what she wants to do.

Amy's face is flushed a shade of red that Reagan is pretty sure isn't found in nature. Even Karma's hair doesn't compare.

(And Reagan doesn't spare even single thought about whether the carpet matches the drapes.)

(Nope. Not even one thought.)

(Spoiler: It doesn't.)

(But it's pretty fucking close. When, you know, there's much carpet there.)

Reagan wants to feel bad for Amy. Really she does. She knows how private her girlfriend is.

And, she supposes, if the roles were reversed?

If say, Callie had walked in while Amy was knuckle deep inside Reagan and her tongue was inches from Reagan's clit?

Yeah, Reagan would probably be at least a little embarrassed.

(Of course, Callie is smoking hot. And she's definitely into girls.)

(And she always did want a threesome.)

So, maybe, there'd be a little less embarrassment and a little more arousal?

And considering that is what finally does it. What makes Reagan notice what should have been obvious the whole fucking time.

Those fingers inside Amy?

They've gotten considerably wetter since Karma walked in.

If mentioning Karma's name can push Amy over the edge…

Reagan can't help letting a little smirk cross her lips.

Because, maybe? That red flush to Amy's cheeks?

Maybe she's not so much ashamed as she is fucking turned on.

Without moving her hand or even bothering to cover up, Reagan turns her attention back to Karma.

"You need a what?"

Reagan heard her the first time. Heard her perfectly.

But right now, she needs Karma to focus again, at least for a moment.

At the sound of Reagan's voice, Karma's eyes leave that spot for the first time since she realized exactly what was going on

(Which is a total fucking lie. Karma realized long before she said a word. She realized the moment she walked in the door and saw Reagan's ass in the air and Amy's head thrown back.)

Karma blinks, trying to focus in on Reagan's face

(and not on her hand)

(or her breasts)

(or, fuck, her ass)

"A lesbian," Karma repeats but the word croaks out of her like a high note breaking out of a teenage boy and she clears her throat and tries again.

"I need a lesbian."

(And she can only hope that neither Reagan nor Amy notices the little extra emphasis on need.)

(She can hope.)

(But it would be futile.)

"Well," Reagan says, still not moving or covering up

(Like she hasn't noticed the way Karma's eyes keep roaming over her body.)

(Or the way Karma's gaze is making her wetter by the second.)

"You're in luck," Reagan continues. "Two lesbians," she tips her head toward Amy. "At your service."

Karma doesn't say anything for a moment, but Reagan can see the way her lips are twitching. The way her fingers are fumbling with the hem of her cater-waiter shirt.

(Like they did right before Karma thanked her for getting her the job.)

(And then asked her if it was just to keep her away from Amy.)

(And sometimes, Reagan can't remember why the two of them took so long to become friends.)

Reagan sees the signs and realizes, about a half a second too late

(Amy would've seen it sooner)

that Karma is about to say something, well, something totally Karma.

"Yeah… no." Karma says. "I mean you... " She glances at Amy who's starting to rally a bit.

(Reagan will have to do something about that.)

"You won't work," Karma says. "I need a… " she's fumbling for the words and, as Amy comes back to Earth, she realizes that Karma is about to step in it. As only Karma can do.

"I need a real lesbian."

Reagan's eyes narrow and Amy's shut.

(Amy knows Karma didn't mean it how it sounded, She knows that.)

(She also knows that Karma and Reagan have become friends and that Reagan doesn't automatically take every opportunity to start a fight with Karma. Not like she used to.)

(And Amy knows abso-fucking-lutely none of that matters now.)

"Karma..." Amy starts, trying to head this train wreck off at the pass, but her words trail off as she suddenly realizes exactly where she is and exactly where Reagan - or certain parts of her, at least, are.

(And, oh fuck, if the ground could open up and swallow her right now, Amy would so get over that fear of being buried alive.)

"Karma," Reagan says slowly and in a tone Amy recognizes - and fears - "I know it might seem like Amy's just, you know, trying the whole girl thing on for size."

(A phase. Say it, Reagan. It might seem like this is just a phase.)

(And even the thought of it get Reagan's back up.)

(She's getting pissed.)

(Pissed at the implication. Pissed at the suggestion. Pissed at the thought that there's any way in hell she couldn't fuck Amy right out of a phase and into never leaving her bed ever again.)

(And if Reagan's suddenly more concerned with proving a point than with whatever other possible awesomeness this might have led to?)

(That's so not going to end well for Amy.)(Unless, you know, you count cumming again, this time right in front of Karma, as 'ending well'.)

Amy groans as she hears Reagan speak, quickly realizing that this this conversation - awkward as it already is - is about to turn into a pissing contest between her girlfriend and her best friend and that's not something she wants to -

And then - involuntarily - Amy's eyes squeeze shut and the groan turns into a moan, one Amy tries to swallow as quickly as possible

(but she's not even close to fast enough)

as Reagan continues to gently flex her fingers.

The ones inside Amy.

And Amy prays to every God she can think of that Karma didn't hear. That she didn't see.

That she didn't notice.

Amy manages to open one eye and glance at Karma,

And the look on her best friend's face is all Amy needs to see to know her prayers have gone unanswered.

And then Reagan flexes her fingers again and this time Amy can't even try to hold back the moan.

(And where is that swallow me whole ground when you need it?)

"I mean, sure," Reagan continues, her fingers moving slowly, up and and down in the tight confines

(though not as tight as a few minutes ago)

of Amy's pussy. "Lots of straight girls probably find themselves naked on couches," Reagan continues, seemingly ignoring what she's doing to Amy.

(Amy knows better.)

(And she's so going to kick Reagan's ass for this.)

(Once she can fucking walk again.)

"I mean, it's the trendy thing now, right?" Reagan asks. Her hand presses forward, moving those fingers deeper into Amy.

(Amy didn't even know she went that deep.)

Amy's hands clutch at the couch, at the air.

(If she were close enough, Amy would grab Karma.)

(What she would do with her after that...)

(The thought of it forces out another moan.)

Reagan rolls right on, her eyes locked on Karma - whose gaze is now shifting between Reagan's hand and Amy's flushed face, the realization oh, so obvious in the redhead's eyes.

(She's fucking her. Reagan is fucking her right in front of me.)

(She's fucking her. She's fucking Amy.)

Karma's too wrapped up in the sight before her to notice the way she's trembling. Amy's too far gone to even notice Karma's in the room.

Reagan notices it all.

"Everybody's into experimenting now," Reagan says. "So many girls just begging for a 'real' lesbian's fingers inside them."

(And if Reagan twists her fingers, just slightly, as she says 'inside'?)

(Totally a coincidence.)

"So many 'straight' girls," Reagan says, making the air quotes with her free hand.

(And with her not so free hand.)

(And yeah, Amy totally didn't just whimper. Nope.)

(Reagan makes a mental note of 'air quotes' and the sound it brought out of her girlfriend.)

(She'll be using that one again.)

"So many straight girls just giving it a go," Reagan says. "Just trying it out. Seeing what all the fuss is about."

(And if Reagan's fingers swirl inside Amy, in the way Reagan knows she loves? If it, as Reagan hoped, brings out a low growl of a 'fuck' from her girlfriend?)

(Let's see a boy do that.)

"And I'm sure it would be easy for you," Reagan says, "since you've known straight Amy all these years, to think she might be one of those girls."

Reagan's head dips closer to Amy and the blonde suddenly realizes where her girlfriend is headed and what she's going to do.

And Amy wants to stop her. Really she does,

(No, she doesn't. Karma or not. Amy doesn't care.)

(The hand that slips from the back of the couch to the back of Reagan's head is proof of that.)

"But I can assure you, Karma," Reagan says, smirking at the feel of Amy's hand,letting her girlfriend guide her down

(and her breath is hot on Amy's skin and on her lips and oh fuck Amy can't believe she's really going to -)

Reagan's tongue slips out, flicking twice against Amy's clit as her fingers press against just the right spot.

And Amy cums with a loud, deep-throated moan, the kind that would soak Reagan's panties - if she was wearing any - there's no way Karma doesn't notice.

There's no way she doesn't know exactly what's going on.

But there's no way Amy even cares as she spirals into the most mind-blowing rush of her life.

(And if the way Karma shudders in place, the way her breath comes in short labored gasps, the way her legs go weak and she can't quite think of her own name is a sign that watching Reagan fuck her best friend just did for her what Liam never could?)

(All the more reason Karma thinks. All the more reason she needs a lesbian.)

"I can assure you, Karma," Reagan says, her tongue darting out between her words to lick Amy off her lips. "There's only real lesbians here."

Karma swallows. Hard.

"I can...um… see that," she says, incredibly proud of herself for even getting that out. "But… um… maybe 'real' wasn't exactly the word I was looking for?"

"Then what was the word, Karma?" Reagan bites. She's still a bit pissed.

"Um… I...uh…"

Karmas tongue tied. What she just saw, what she just felt has left her speechless and confused and

(and it would be so much easier to talk to Reagan if she wasn't so naked)

(and if there weren't traces of Amy on her cheeks and her lips and - fuck - that tongue that she keeps sliding out.)

"Well?" Reagan asks.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Amy says, and both girls turn toward her.

Amy props herself up on her elbows, the last fifteen minutes having robbed her of any remaining sense of shame at her own nakedness.

"She doesn't need a 'real' lesbian," Amy says, glaring at Karma. "She needs a single lesbian. An easy lesbian. A sure-fucking-thing lesbian."

Karma blushes and Amy knows she's right.

"Karma's decided she's one of those girls," Amy says, turning to Reagan. "And she wants you to help her."

"Help her?"

(And Reagan's mind goes to all the different ways she'd like to 'help' Karma.)

Amy nods. "Yup," she says. "She wants you to be her pimp," she says. "Karma wants you to find her a girl to fuck."