"Nothing says tomorrow is a guarantee,

There's no way of knowing that you'll be with me"


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Amy moves to the spot of the bed that's directly in front of the restroom, eagerly awaiting Karma's return. She's always been in control of sexual situations, always the giver not the receiver. Sure, she's been touched and knows what an orgasm feels like, but for the most part, she's been the one to touch and give orgasms. Right now though, she's more than willing to let Karma have all the control. Karma can do whatever she feels like doing with Amy.

Amy moves off the bed, quickly and shoves the clothes and backpack off the mattress. She sits back down to the spot she was in before, resting herself on her elbows, attempting to look cool, and calm even though she is feeling a little anxious and impatient. Then the doubts resurface; maybe she shouldn't be doing this, maybe Karma just sees her as a sex doll and not as a potential girlfriend and that's why they're about to have sex for the second time since meeting last night, maybe she should see Karma as a sex doll and not a possible girlfriend, maybe Amy should just do this once more and leave, maybe it is better if she never sees Karma again and gets away with no harm done. Amy hates how much these feelings are making her think.


Karma ruffles some more water through her auburn hair, it has more volume now than it did a few minutes ago. She's applied some eyeliner, light eyeshadow, mascara, and the reddest lipstick she could find in her make up bag. Karma takes a step back, looking at herself thoroughly in the mirror. The corset fits better than she last remembered, the panties, garter belt and lace-top thigh highs accentuate her legs and curves perfectly. All that is missing is a pair of good high heels, but everything else looks so amazing that Karma can do without the heels. Karma knows that Amy really doesn't want to see her regularly like Karma wants to see Amy, but right now, she's making it her mission to drive Amy completely crazy so that she just has to see her again, even if it's for a quick fuck and not to hold hands and go to the movies. And that doesn't bother the brunette, she just wants Amy to feel weak for her like she's felt for Amy since they met, she wants Amy to feel like she needs to see Karma, she doesn't care if it's just for sex. Karma likes the sex, and it's better than nothing. She releases a hefty breath before looking once more to the mirror. The hair is good, the make up is okay but it'll rub off as soon as they start to get down, the lingerie looks great, her breath is minty fresh, and with her confidence soaring, Karma reaches for the bathroom door and opens it, revealing herself completely.


Amy's thoughts fade away the second her eyes trace everything that is Karma. Yes, she's seen lingerie before but only in movies or commercials, never in flesh, never this beautiful, never this sexy. Amy can't take her eyes off of Karma's perfect body; everything fits just right, in all the right places, and she knows that today can't be the last day she sees Karma, and she doesn't care if Karma only wants her for sex and not to converse over a candlelit dinner, she wants Karma, in whatever way Karma will provide herself to Amy. All the doubts wash away to be forgotten, for now because the only thing that matters is that Karma is standing sensually against the door frame, looking better than a Victoria's Secret Angel.

Amy closes her dry mouth, swallowing hard as Karma walks slowly towards her. Amy tries to relax her body onto her elbows, but her she is too tense and the way Karma is walking will surely lead Amy to a panic attack. Karma motions with her finger for Amy to sit up; she does, her eyes now dancing with Karma's. Amy's hands grasp the edge of the mattress as Karma settles herself on top of her legs, straddling her waist. Their faces are intimately close, and their breaths are being exchanged. Amy still feels the tension in her muscles, while Karma has confidence and comfort radiating through hers, completely aware of how unsteady Amy is right now.

Karma places her hands on the back of Amy's head, letting her fingers become slightly tangled in her golden locks. "How do I look?" her hushed voice increases Amy's blood pressure, and her lips move teasingly against the blonde's.

Amy's green eyes, darker now with lust, move from Karma's red, full lips before settling into the brunette's intent stare. Her capability of forming a sentence or of even finding the right word to describe how Karma looks right now, is totally lost within her.

"Amazing," is all she manages to say, weakly. Karma smirks, and it makes Amy's insides melt, she's not sure how much more of this she can take.

With the smirk still sitting on her lips, Karma softly presses her lips against Amy's. The kiss is chaste and slow, their mouths opening to each other's but no tongues slipping inside, yet. Amy takes Karma's waist in her hands, gripping it, and her fingers exploring the lace fabric separating her touch from Karma's skin. Impatiently, Amy moves her tongue into Karma's warm mouth, and she welcomes it with a low moan. The kiss turns feverish, their lips now moving rougher, with more desire and hunger. Amy lets herself fall back onto the bed and Karma's still straddled to her body; her hands move up to the brunette's back, tugging at the opening of her corset, she wants it on the floor.

Karma smiles into the kiss , and shakes her head before breaking apart from it. She sits up and looks down at Amy, "Your clothes are coming off first," she says softly, and with that, she pulls at the hem of Amy's shirt. The blonde cooperates by sitting up, their faces close again, she lifts her arms allowing Karma to take the top off with ease. Karma pushes her lips back onto Amy's and their kiss forms again with the same ferocity as before. The brunette swiftly unclasps Amy's bra; she takes it off her shoulder and tosses it aside. Amy's hands grasp the back of Karma's neck as she lowers back onto the mattress, forcing Karma back down with her, their lips never breaking apart.

With her hands settled on Amy's face, Karma begins to thrust herself on the top of Amy's jeans and stomach, creating an intense friction that makes her moan into the blonde's mouth. Karma's movements are making Amy impatient, more than she already is. She pulls back slightly from the kiss, "Take them off." Their kiss begins again.

Karma breaks away, "What?" And their mouths move back together.

"My jeans." Another kiss, "Take them off." And their lips meet once more, Karma deepening it after hearing Amy's command. She successfully unbuttons and unzips them before easing off of Amy and tossing her jeans to the side, she does the same with her underwear. If Amy wasn't so turned on, she would feel uncomfortable and intimidated by her lack of clothing compared to Karma, but right now all she can think about is what Karma will do next, and that has her breath coming and going in short increments with her heart beating unsteadily.

Karma waits a few seconds and takes in the sight of a naked Amy; she doesn't remember seeing her fully naked, and that's because Amy didn't get fully naked the last time they had sex. But here she is, totally bare, in front of Karma, and she takes mental pictures of the subtle abs on the blonde's stomach, her perfectly shaped breasts, and nicely toned legs. She is a sight to see, naked or not, but especially naked. Amy takes in the way Karma is looking at her, in a way Amy has never been looked at before, and it's making her feel something completely foreign.

Karma settles herself on either side of Amy's right leg, slowly lowering her lips back to Amy's, capturing them in a forceful, passionate kiss. She glides her middle and ring finger over Amy's folds, a groan escaping her lips at the touch of Karma's fingers. The brunette wastes no time in sliding her middle finger inside of Amy's wet, heated center. Karma didn't want to drag this on any longer, she wants desperately to have Amy shaking and moaning underneath her the same way Amy had her last night, and she wants her to remember all of this, she wants Amy to be incapable of not thinking about Karma.

Karma tears away from Amy's lips, and plants soft kisses on Amy's hipbones as she glides her ring finger into her without a warning. Amy releases any tension that her body had been holding with a loud, rich moan. The moan captivates Karma; she loves knowing that she's the one who provoked that, and she wants to hear it again. She shifts her fingers in and out with an upward motion, each pull causing Amy to jerk harder and harder. The blonde closes her eyes, letting the enchantment of Karma's lips and fingers take over everything inside of her. Karma watches the moans leave her parted lips, she moves up to occupy them with hers. Amy hesitantly returns the kiss before easing into it, taking Karma face in her hands.

With the kiss, Amy needs to feel more of Karma. She bucks her hips, moving rhythmically with the movements of Karma's thrusts. Together they build a steady pace, and Amy can feel her center building up, her skin is sweltered, her lips vigorously moving with Karma's, it was all gradually leading to her peak. Karma can feel Amy's walls closing in on her fingers, so she picks up her pace, going faster with Amy's hips keeping up. She pulls back from the kiss before taking Amy's lips in between hers; biting down on her bottom lip gently. A moan begins to form in Amy's throat; she pulls her lips away from Karma, Amy's hands move from Karma's face to the back of her neck. Amy's lips are right next to Karma's ear, her body has tipped over the edge, she's lost control of her thoughts and body movements, she closes her legs, not wanting Karma to break free from inside of her, and releases a heavy, enticing moan. It dances through Karma's ear canal and engraves in her memory forever.


After Amy's intense orgasm, Karma goes to nuzzle next to her, but before she can, she's on her back with her wrists and arms pinned to the bed, and with Amy's sweaty, hot body hovered over her.

There's a playful smile on Amy's lips, but her eyes are weighted with desire. So is her voice, "It's your turn," she says, against Karma's mouth. Karma bites her lip before taking Amy's in a commanding kiss.


Amy had only gone down on Karma for 15 minutes but within those 15 minutes, she made her cum twice. Karma isn't complaining though, quick and easy were nice ways to have an orgasm. Karma is also surprised at the fact that she had 2 orgasm in such a short time frame, and what Amy is surprised at, is that she's still in Karma's bed cuddled with her even though the sex is over. Shane must be really right about her feelings, but Amy's already accepted that fact. If Karma only saw Amy as a quick fuck, she would've told her to beat it already, but here they are, intertwined in the sheets together, and that thought put Amy at ease.

There's a calm silence in the room and between them, it's been there for a while. Karma's head is next to Amy's chest, her hand right tracing lines and shapes on Amy's flat stomach while one of Amy's arms rests next to her and the other under Karma's body.

Karma had spent the minutes of silence thinking about things she could tell Amy; she thought about asking her about their status but figured that would freak her out, she contemplated pointing out the fact that Amy hadn't left abruptly like she did last night but maybe that will remind her that she needs to go, so Karma stayed quiet and settled for something simple, and honest. "I like this," she shifts her body in order to get a better look at Amy. By 'this' she means whatever is forming between her and Amy, whether it's a friends with benefits relationship, maybe a friendship, or something real; she likes it. Her eyes scan the blonde's face, it's hard to read, especially since she doesn't know any of her facial expressions, but from what she could tell, Amy looks content and calm.

Amy couldn't help the grin that formed on her face a few seconds after Karma finally spoke, mostly because that meant Karma liked her, in some way, that she liked what they've shared so far. Immediately following Amy's smile, Karma returns one back, happy with the reaction of her words. Amy scoots closer to the brunette, they're facing each other, "Me too."

They exchange eye contact, no more words left to be spoken by either of them. Amy wanted to ask Karma what she meant by 'this' but she didn't, maybe it's best to not label what's happening between them and just let it happen, let it evolve, and when it becomes clear, put a name to it. Not only that, but Amy still isn't sure what she wants from Karma. The safe thing would be to just have her as a fuck buddy, with no feelings or strings attached, but Amy can already see herself unsatisfied with that, because there's so much more to Karma that she wants to get close to, not just her body. She does want Karma to be her girl, but the thought of somebody else having a full effect on how she's feeling, the thought of somebody else being in control of when she feels sad or happy or good or bad, scares Amy. She likes being the only one handling her emotions, and she's witnessed what "love" has done to her mom, and she wants nothing to do with it. She really needs to think, and talk to Shane more than anything.


There's a vibrant ring coming from Amy's jeans, it's her cellphone. She closes her eyes and groans at the thought of moving away from Karma and picking up the phone; Karma smiles at her response to the phone ringing. "I'll be back," she says, opening her eyes and smiling back once her gaze is met with Karma's.

She rolls off the bed and retrieves her phone; it's Shane. Amy rolls her eyes at the caller ID and answers, half annoyed, "What?"

"Hey grouchy socks."

"Hi Shane." Amy looks down to the ground trying to find her underwear, and she slips it on once she does. Karma's eyes don't leave Amy's back; she's feeling deja-vu from last night, watching Amy find her pieces of clothing and putting them back on before she heads out. Well, at least she got a good 10 minutes of cuddling this time.

"Pablo and I are going to some restaurant to watch one of those bogus soccer games you love so much, if you wanna go."

Amy shakes her head in confusion. "Wait, what?" Amy had completely forgotten about the game, it starts at 3 and there's no way Amy has been at Karma's house for the last 3 hours, that's too long.

"I know! My reaction exactly. Gays and sports don't really mix, but apparently he's Costa Rican, so I guess he's obligated to watch it. Anyways, do you want to go or not?"

She pulls the phone away from her ear to check the time; 1:43. Holy shit, she has been here for at least 3 hours. "Uh, yeah, sure. I'll go," she says as she slips on her jeans. All that's left is her shirt and she's out the door and who knows when Karma will see her again. She likes to think that Amy meant what she had said a few minutes ago, but then again, Karma can't really be sure because she doesn't actually know Amy, and it's hard to believe it when she's now getting ready to leave.

"Coolsies. I'll pick up at like 2:30."

"No," Amy responds quickly after Shane finished talking, "I can drive, it's fine. Just text me the address." With her shirt in her hand, she turns around, her back no longer facing Karma. There's a different look on the brunette's face, like she's down all of a sudden. She hangs up as soon as Shane agrees to her response and sticks her phone in its usual spot; her back pocket. "Hey," she calls to Karma who has drifted her attention to her hands, her back is rested against her headboard and the sheets are covering her upper body. Karma looks back up to Amy, who has a smile on her beautiful lips. "Shane and his friend are going to this restaurant to watch a soccer match. I'm going with them," Karma nods quickly once Amy announces that she's leaving, trying to hide the disappointment. Amy continues, "If you want to come, I don't know if soccer is your thing, I mean, I like it, but you can go and we can just hang out," Amy shrugs, "It'll be fun, I think. If you come. If you want." She realizes that she's starting to look idiotic and stops talking. Like a lot of things, this was kind of the first time Amy's asked somebody on a "date" and it's obvious.

Karma giggles at Amy's lack of articulation; the blonde smiles back, hearing Karma's giggle or seeing her smile seemed to make her feel mushy inside. "Like a date?"

Amy was hoping to talk to Shane before making any potential relationship decisions, but it's evident to her that Karma does want something more than just sex. Amy knows the consequences of saying yes; that will lead to more dates, which will lead to a relationship, which will lead to a potential heartbreak, but Amy suddenly doesn't care anymore. She's taking the chance. "Yeah, a date."

Karma's smile turns wider. "Then yes, I'll go."

Amy nods and grins, "Alright, I'll be back in an hour." She slips on her shirt, "Get dressed," she says with a wink that makes Karma's heart flutter and her cheeks turn pink, and with that Amy walks out. This is practically everything Karma wanted; she wanted Amy regardless, but more than anything, she was hoping to have something more with her, and it looks like she's getting just that.


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