Hey friends. I first off, wanna thank all of you for your support and comments, they really really do mean a lot. So thank you! This chapter WILL contain explicit content, so I'm giving you a fair warning right now. If it isn't your thing, then, skip it. If it is your thing, then I hope you enjoy.


Liam Booker merrily shuts his locker and struts his way to his anatomy class. It's Thursday morning. The morning of the day when everything that is Karma and Amy will go to shit, and he can't contain his excitement. Now, he does feel a little bad. For Karma anyways, but hey, that's what he's here for; to help pick up the shattered mess that she's going to become after the notorious Amy Raudenfeld makes it clear that there's nothing going on between her and Karma that isn't strictly sex. He takes his seat and props up, patiently waiting for the bell to ring and for his best friend's arrival.

Karma rushes in seconds before the bell and restlessly sets her things down before taking her seat next to Liam. His chocolate brown eyes follow her movements and the way her chest is rising and falling, she seems too focused on something else to notice his gaze. It looks like she came back from running a marathon, but that's just an observation. He decides to ask and find out what has her huffing and puffing. "You alright?" Karma quickly turns her head to him, and nods. "You look like shit," he says with a dry laugh.

Karma's lips purse up, "Thanks, Liam." He gives her a nonchalant shrug. "If you must know, I was running super late this morning. Hence the reason that I look like shit."

"Uh oh," the tone of his voice suggests he's joking but that doesn't stop Karma from freaking out.

"What?"

"It's Thursday," he says in a worried but obviously sarcastic tone, "You have one of your sessions today and you look like shit and you're supposed to make Amy realize that she likes you. Karma."

Liam's teasing has gotten more and more frequent, and Karma knows he's joking but she also knows that he gets pleasure from his own stupid comments. So she rolls her eyes at him, "Shut up," and he laughs it off, completely satisfied with himself.

"Is your plan still in motion?" He eagerly waits for her response but she ignores the question, so he asks again, but in a different way. "Is today the day?"

"Maybe," the brunette says, hoping that'll get him to shut up, and it does. The rest of the class period is silent between the two, leaving Karma to think and think and think, and all she could think about is her meeting tonight with Amy. Even though Liam was semi joking, his words really did make Karma doubt what she's planning on doing.


The rest of the day goes agonizingly slow for Karma and Liam and Amy, but at last the dreadful 7th period rolls in and Amy quietly takes her usual seat next to her best friend Shane. Throughout the class period, Amy keeps her jitters to a minimum but it isn't enough to fool Shane, who keeps a very careful watch on her. "Are you meeting Karma today too, or is there another reason you're so edgy?" he asks leaning towards her desk.

She draws her eyes from the board to her friend and scoots closer to him. "I'm meeting Karma today." His all too familiar smug grin appears, and the blonde continues, "Yesterday morning, I ran into her in the restroom. She was covering up a mark I had left on her neck, she said Booker doesn't like it when I do that so I took it upon myself to make sure she didn't leave that restroom without out a few more, you know, to make up for the one she was covering up from him."

Shane chuckles before asking Amy a question that will reveal how she really feels about Karma; no bullshit. "Did you mark her up to piss him off or because you were claiming what's yours?"

The blonde hesitates and shrugs her shoulders before responding, "No, no, it was just to tick Liam off. Karma's not mine, she's you know, free. To do whatever she wants. I don't care."

Amy's answer makes Shane a bit skeptical, and he squints his brown eyes at his friend, trying to figure out if she was bluffing. Amy obviously notices the way in which Shane is looking at her, and she tries to straighten herself out. "What?" The boy shrugs, his grin is back on his face again. "What? You don't believe me?"

Shane nibs at his lower lip, trying to hide his grin. "You just hesitated a little, which tells me that you could be lying."

Amy scoffs, "Well I'm not. You better than anybody else how I am and the way I do things."

He shakes his head slowly, "I know, I know but I don't know. You've been going at this with Karma for a while now so I ju-"

The blonde interjects, "Yes, but that doesn't mean anything. Karma knows that too, she knows very well that she can go out and find herself somebody else and it wouldn't bother me one bit because we aren't dating." Amy said those words with so much certainty that Shane didn't refute her answer. Maybe she isn't bluffing, or maybe it's one of those things where it has to happen for you to actually see how you'll react. Maybe.


After the last bell rang, Amy practically sprinted out of the building. All the talk of Karma with Shane just made her want the brunette that much more. She pulls out her phone and notices the text notification, from Karma of course.

Karma: Are we still seeing each other after school?

A smile creeps on Amy's face as she scans over the message; she likes the way Karma words things sometimes. She doesn't know what it is.

Amy: Definitely. My place or yours?

They hardly ever met up at Amy's house but her mom and Bruce will be working late tonight and Lauren has her set of issues to fix with her boyfriend Tommy, which left Amy home alone for a few hours and maybe a change of scenery will spice things up.

Karma: Hmmm, yours. Let's give my bed a break

Karma's response makes Amy giggle like a middle schooler who just heard a sex joke, and without thinking too much, she types and sends her message.

Amy: Alright, I'll be waiting. And hurry, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.

Amy reads over the message, not really understanding where the sudden mushiness came from but she sticks her phone in her back pocket and decides not to fix it. It's not like Karma can read too much into one text.

Karma read over the message at least a billion times before finally gathering her things and rushing to Amy's house. The doubts that were casted over her this morning have cleared away, with that one message. Amy has never, ever told Karma anything even remotely sentimental, but that had changed and there was hope for Karma that this might work out after all.


Amy opens the door and lets Karma inside. She loves it when Karma wears dresses; it's a bit of a tease because Amy's able to see what's waiting for her, but at the same time, it's never too revealing. Of course all of that changes within minutes, sometimes even seconds, of seeing each other.

"Do you want anything to drink?" the blonde asks over her shoulder, with Karma following her into the spacey kitchen.

"Sure," she replies leaning her back against one of the granite counters.

Amy opens her fridge and takes out a water bottle. "All I have is water," she moves to where Karma is standing.

"That's okay," the brunette takes the drink, "Thank you." Amy nods in response and stands next to Karma with her elbows rested on the countertops. There's a steady silence as Karma takes a sip of the water and sets it off to side. She turns to Amy, who's surprisingly already looking back at her, all that does is encourage her even more. "What you said in that text earlier, was it true?" Karma decides she'll ease into the conversation, then the sex, and the night will end with them being together.

The question is simple but Amy is very well aware of how complicated the answer can make things, so she doesn't say anything and holds Karma's gaze.

Maybe she doesn't know what text she's referring to, so Karma rephrases her question, "You said you haven't been able to stop thinking about me." Amy takes a deep gulp; she really doesn't know why she said that, it's not like it was true. Well, not entirely true. There are times (several times throughout the day) when Karma crosses her mind, but she'll never admit that. Karma continues, "Was it true?"

Quickly, Amy moves her body off the counter and takes Karma's soft face into her hands before pressing their lips firmly together. She isn't sure if kissing her will do anything but it's better than opening her mouth and letting the word "yes" come out. As for Karma, she has no intentions of breaking their kiss; to her, the kiss is obviously a confirmation that yes, she did mean what she said, and instead of talking first, they'll get straight to the sex and she doesn't mind that at all because they've already taken a step forward in whatever it is they have going on.

So Karma kisses her back, with all the fire and ferocity that she's been withholding since she's realized that she likes Amy, and Amy, eases her hands onto Karma waist, pinning her back to the counters as she pushes her body into the brunette's. Karma responds by locking her hands to the back of Amy's neck. Their kisses aren't sloppy like they usually are; their lips are slowly overlapping each other, shifting comfortably and even though their tongues aren't in each other's throats, the kiss still forces a moan from Karma and Amy takes it in. They've never shared a kiss like this; it's electrifying, careful but passionate and it's creating a butterfly pit at the bottom of Amy's stomach. She's never felt that before, but doesn't read into it and instead grips the back of Karma's thighs and raises her to the counters. The movement takes the brunette by surprise but she quickly recovers by wrapping her legs around Amy. Their momentum has steadily increased by now, their chests are heaving, their breaths are short, the heat between them is increased and the desire has reached its peak. Amy takes initiative and greedily slips her tongue into Karma's mouth, and the brunette takes it without hesitation. Amy's tongue carefully explores the edges of Karma's mouth as if it were the first time, and it makes Karma moan, louder than before. And now it's all become too much for Amy, she can't contain it any longer. Karma's body heat, the taste of her mouth, her moans; she needs to have her.

Amy breaks their intense kiss and backs away from Karma, only long enough to rid the brunette of her underwear. It takes Karma by surprise, mostly because she's never seen Amy so focused, so into it, so eager and so she cooperates and bucks her hips to Amy making it easier for her to have access to everything in between her legs. The blonde quickly returns the favor by placing a soft peck on Karma's lips before moving to her inner tighs. She lifts Karma's dress so that it's raised up past her upper thighs before slowly edging Karma's hips near her lips. Half of the brunette's backside is hanging from the counter, Amy crouches down to meet her mouth with Karma's center. She doesn't waste a second, no teasing, no slow build up, the kissing was enough to get both of them going. Amy eagerly places long, soft kisses on Karma's folds before putting her mouth over the other girl's throbbing core. Involuntarily, the brunette jerks her hips; she barely had any time to get herself together after their kissing ended and now she's being sent to a daze. Amy speeds up her tongue movements, before slowly adding in her middle finger between Karma's folds; and she gasps in response, and again she wasn't anticipating it, all she could do was tightly grip the ends of the counters and let her eyes roll to the back of her head, she did however try to keep her moaning to a minimum but that was even hard to do with how amazing Amy's finger and mouth felt on and in her area but it's not enough, "More," the brunette moans.

Amy does as she's told and adds in her ring finger, never tearing her lips apart from Karma's clit, causing the other girl to shudder and moan in reaction and Amy's heart rate is beating at a dangerous pace. Karma's knuckles are white, the circulation in her hands has stopped from how hard she's gripping at the counter. Her moans, which Amy can't get enough of, have only gotten louder and she feels herself losing control. With every thrust of Amy's fingers, there's a shiver, and with every stroke of her tongue, there's a buck or jerk of her hips. The blonde has gotten so good at making Karma cum, that she can tell when she's close, and right now, she looks like it, so she keeps her pace, not changing her speed and just like that, Karma comes completely undone and for once, Amy watched her and the way she unravels. It's mesmerizing.

Amy pulls herself up, handing Karma her underwear as she does so, before rinsing her hands off in the sink as Karma slips her missing piece of clothing on and jumping off the counter. Amy purposely takes longer than usual washing her hands, not wanting to face Karma or being cornered to answer anymore questions. The other girl evens out her dress and her hair, waiting patiently on Amy to turn around. Karma felt something, this time it was different, it wasn't so rough, so rushed. Amy felt it too and that's part of the reason she wants to be away from Karma that very moment.

Before either one of them (mainly Karma) can get a word in, the back door that leads to the kitchen, flies open. It's Lauren and Amy swears she's never been so relieved to see her.

Her vibrant blue eyes drift from Amy to Karma then back to Amy. "Am I interrupting something?"

Amy shakes her head a little too quickly, and Karma notices. "I was just going to walk Karma out," she says, drying off her hands.

Lauren squints her big eyes, glaring at Amy suspiciously.

Amy nervously reaches for Karma's hand and leads her out the front door. Once they're outside, they stand quietly on her front porch. "So, I'll see you Sunday?"

Karma looks over to Amy, who's trying to avoid eye contact. "Yeah, that works," she says blandly. And without lingering a second longer, the brunette walks away, leaving Amy with uncertain feelings. Feelings she doesn't want to face.


I hope you guys liked it! I tried with the smut, not sure how good/bad it went but again, I tried. Thank you for reading, love is appreciated. I finished this up super late; it's 3 am here so I didn't proofread it, hopefully it's not too bad. Also, I don't answer the messages you guys send but I promise I do see them, and they're lovely and they encourage me more and more.