I love her

by Sane24

Karma and Amy have been best friends for years until feelings that both of them don't want to have threaten to end a friendship that none of them wants to ruin. Amy, who couldn't any more deny, confessed to Karma in ninth grade year only to have Karma reject her. But, now two years later, in their junior year, Karma can no longer deny her love for her best friend.

10. She loves me well

Chapter 10

Karma:

I woke up that morning to find an empty bed; Amy was not on her side. Instead, I find a note on her pillow with a rose lying on top. I grab the rose and I smell it taking the fresh scent of morning's dew; she must have taken it this morning from her mother's garden. If Mrs. Cooper notices, she'll be pissed. I look over and grab the note and I unfold it and a smile creeps up on my features; I've always loved Amy's poetic side,

"My lady belle, I've woken up at your side, from whence I've dreamt and dwelt. I've fallen in trance with thy beauty compared to that of the crescent moon. How could I not? When thy features quench the thirst of my tormented soul that which it quells? And I've venerated at the sight of my own love gloriously roar as it does so pleasantly bloom."

I smile, bringing the note near my heart and hugging it, sighing happily to fall deeper in love with her. I hear the noise downstairs, taking me out of my reverie. I walk downstairs taking with me the note and the rose and I reach the stairs where I slowly descend to find Amy doing all of her dorky moves to the 'Caramelldansen' English version song.

Dance to the beat, wave your hands together
Come feel the heat forever and forever
Listen and learn, it is time for prancing
Now we are here with Caramell dancing
Oo oo oo oah oah
Oo oo oo oah oah ah ah
Oo oo oo oah oah
Oo oo oah oah ah ah
From Sweden to UK we will bring our song
Australia, USA and people of Hong Kong
They have heard, this meme all around the world (oo oah oo oah ah ah)
Come and move your hips singing wah ha ha
Look at your two hips do it la la la
You and me, can sing this melody
So come and dance to the beat
Wave your hands together
Come feel the heat forever and forever
Listen and learn, it is time for prancing
Now we are here with Caramell dansen

She doesn't notice me so I hide, grabbing my phone to take a video shot of her singing the song with a spoon as her mic, and jumping up and down as if she's having an audience doing the same. I gaze at how let free she seems to feel, waving her blond hair furiously as she moves her head from side to side, twirling around on her feet, while singing loudly along with the girl from the song. And then, as I adore her, it seems she's moving in slow motion, emphasizing the boundless sentiments of happiness that she seems to be hopelessly enthralled by. She's breathtakingly beautiful and she's in love with me and I'm just as in love with her, maybe even more so.

Lost in her own world, she forgot the bacon that she had placed on the stove to fry. The smell of the burnt bacon reaches her nose taking her down from the cloud to crash down onto reality.

"Shit!" she curses as she runs towards the stove and quickly turns it off. She grabs the hot pan and throws the residue of the burnt bacon in the trash can. "Fuck!"

I get out of my hiding place, "Wow, wasting food and a foul mouth, aren't you a bad girl Ms. Raudenfeld?"

She turns around to smile brightly at me, "I take it that my lady belle has awakened from her deep slumber." Amy has never been great with accents, but that didn't keep her from trying.

"I have and I have done so beautifully." I bring the rose up to my nose and inhale, "I love the rose and the note, thank you." I put my arms around her neck, still holding the note and the rose in each hand.

"I woke up and I was inspired by the undeniable truth of your intrinsic splendor." She grabs my waist, pulling me in a tight hug and kisses my forehead.

"Splendor?" I peck her lips.

"Yes, I am always found dreaming within the mere splendor of you." She brushes her nose on mine and pushes in for a passionate kiss that seems to have been lingering on her lips forever.

I slowly break away, "When did you get out of your beauty sleep?"

"Pretty early, I couldn't sleep with all your snoring." She snorts, I playfully shove her, "Hey, I'm kidding."

"You better be," I warn, "And you know I don't snore any louder than you do."

"When do I ever snore Karma? I'm aware of how I sleep when I am asleep."

"We both know that it is impossible to be conscious while unconscious."

"Well, I'm one of a kind."

"Of that you are Amy Raudenfeld, of that you are…" I press in for my tongue to infiltrate and she allows me entrance quickly, deepening the kiss and quickening its pace. The kiss immediately become heated and I feel Amy's hand slowly makes it way towards my lower back until I feel her gently grab and squeeze my ass compelling a surprised whimper out of me. I sense her smiling between the kiss.

"Whoa!" I breathe against the skin of her inflated lips.

She smirks, "I know…"

"You have to stop making it so difficult for me to resist you." I gasp, as I feel her hand roaming from one pair of ass to another before she lets her other free hand descends and grab, and squeeze as the same time as her other hand. "When you touch me like that…" she breaks away from the kiss to rest on my neck, slowly leaving trails of kisses all around, "…here and there…" I find myself breathing heavier.

"Shhh!" she hushes me, infiltrating her tongue in my swollen lips, past my wavering teeth, to grasp my desperate tongue, craving for her feel. I couldn't help but moan in between breaths and kisses that are speedily creating motions within me that I am not sure I will be capable of handling. She squeezes my ass tightly to lift me up and places me on the counter. I am amaze at how easily Amy finds it in her to lift me. "I have this incessant crave of you..." she says, her voice low and husky, lost between the wave of her short-breaths. "Push me off right now…" she slightly bites the bottom lip. "Otherwise I'll end up doing you right here, right now, on this counter while the neighbors are off eating breakfast as I'm having my fill of you." She breathes against the fevered skin of my collarbone, slowly making her way down to the middle of my breasts above the fabric of her oversized t-shirt that she lent me last night. Her hands are on either side of my thighs, fingers thrusting deeper in my flesh, while sensually trailing them downwards, upwards, sending electric spasms throughout my body and shivers just speed down my spine. I can't find the will or reason, because they all were thrown out the window the second she squeezed my ass, to push her off.

"Karma," her voice coming out as a desperate plea, "Stop me…"

In the cosmic world that her touch sent me to, my voice breaks at the overwhelming sensations that are pushing my convictions out the window of the logical reasoning side of my brain, "I don't want you to stop…" I breathe…

"Are you sure?" she asks, eyes intently searching for doubts within the heated gaze that I hold.

I kiss her lips fervently, conveying the longing and desire that I have been myself enduring these past two years. "I am sure."

"Well then, we got to do this right." She breaks away from me and lifts me up; carrying me like a groom carries her bride to the bedroom. She gently lays me down on her bed and looks around her room, as if searching for something.

"Are you looking for something?"

She stares back at me, her eyes mark an expression of uncertainty, "Karma, I want to make this special for you."

"I know and I want to make it special for you too."

Her face softens, "It's always special when I am with you."

"Then, what is it?"

She fidgets her fingers, "I don't know, I mean, I've wanted you for so long and now that I have you; I'm scared that I may be rushing things…"

I look at her hands shaking with tremor, "Why are your hands shaking? Are you cold?" I get off to grab her hands in mine which makes it worse.

"I'm not cold…no," her voice is also shaky, "I…huh…I…Karma, I…"

I got it, "I want you just as bad Amy."

"Look, I think it best if we…"

I didn't let her finish. I press my wanton lips on hers, slowly appeasing the hunger that I have been enduring, "No, I've waited Raudenfeld, and I'll be danm if I wait any longer."

"What about the date?"

"Oh to hell with the fucking date!" I throw her on the bed and quickly place myself on top, straddling her. I lift up the oversized shirt but she stops me; she pins me down so that her whole body weight fall on me.

"Wait! I can't let you do that. I've dreamt of this for very long and never quite expected it this way. But, it's going to be our first time sharing our love together and I want you to be treated as the queen that I see you as in my eyes." She breathes, "Karma Ashcroft, I want to take my time and savor each second as if it was the last," she brushes my hair to the back of my ear, "…memorize each sound that your throat vibrates out of your mouth in between the weakness of your wavered lips; I want to know the effect that my every touch will have on your body completely prisoner to the whims of my will."

I forgot to let myself breathe and when I remember to, before I could catch a bit of air, she crushes her lips on mine, "Ms. Ashcroft, I want you to feel every ounce of my love for you." …completely taking my breath away.

"So no, as much as I want to do all of kinds of dirty stuff to you, I'll just undress you, then I'll give you a hot bath, and then, I'll carry you back to bed; where, I'll massage you with oil on every inch of your skin, and then…No, let me stop talking right now…" she kisses me with such tenderness that I couldn't dream for a better moment. It doesn't matter when or where I willingly give myself to Amy; it would be special no matter what.

There's no denying that I am completely lost in an enchanted fantasy world where there's no escape and even if there were, I doubt that I'd be willing to leave at all. She gives me a love forever consuming and dangerously addictive, and presciently natural that there's no way to turn back to a world where loving Amy in this way is unusual. She breaks away from the kiss and my eyes are still close, lost somewhere euphorically unrealistic. I feel myself being pulled up to stand on legs that barely have any strength left. She let go of my hands to reach for the helm of the t-shirt and raise it up above my head. And now, I am left standing in just my pink and black bra, and my pink lace underwear. I see the same gaze that she had in her eyes when I stood naked for display for her to stare. Her green eyes change to a darker shade of green, her pupils dilate, and her expression has because glacial and hungrier than a minute ago. Is that how lust described? Her eyes could have made love to me without her doing any physical touching; if that's how it is described. I sense her breathing getting speedier, and her forehead seems moist and damp, which she wipes with the t-shirt she raised above my head, after inhaling the scent of my body probably fused within the layers of the fabric.

She gently throws it on the bed behind me, comes closer to wrap her arms around, above my forearms, where she reached the hook of the bra in my upper mid-dorsal area. Her hair was near enough for me to register the combination smell of vanilla, grapefruit, and amber through my nostrils. She pulls back, my bra falling off my arms as I feel a sense of relief spread through me. Her eyes intensify hunger, and I caught her swallow deeply as she keeps her eyes perch on my perky breasts. I am feeling so aroused and adored and wanted – I've never felt so sexy in my life. She forces her eyes to stare within me as her arm reaches over the elastic band of my underwear and stops, looking for confirmation within my lustily veiled gaze. I nod. She then slowly traces the elastic band around my waist, teasing, while keeping her dark, lusted stare within my own. The tickling feeling of the tip of her finger sends a tingling feeling down my center making compelling to moan her name softly out of breath. She smirks lightly and slowly infiltrates her hand to brush a finger in between my moist folds and I gasp, my lips slightly parting ways to free the sensations of love, lust, and desire from within. "Gosh! You're already this wet…" her voice so low, it came out as whisper; a very sexy, whisper.

She advances closer and interlocks her lips with mine, moaning strangled in between swollen lips; with her finger still brushing upwards, and downwards in between my folds. A few seconds later, she removes her fingers after breaking the kiss, brings it up to her lips and licks the wet, sticky substance off her middle finger. She closes her eyes, savoring the taste of myself on her fingers and I gulp. She smiles at me.

"You taste delightful." She breathes to me, and then she reaches back for my underwear and pulls it back down to around my ankles. I lift my feet up slightly, to completely get rid of the remaining tissue that covered my body. That's how I found myself naked again underneath the torturous gaze of Amy Raudenfeld, my childhood best friend, to whom I want to give myself to, body and soul. I hear her sigh in admiration and I caught her stare at my center in adoration. She kneels down in front of me and let her arms roam from the tip of my thumb toe to, sweetly, slowly, reach up all the way of my legs to my thighs and around to grasp my ass which she squeezes ever so gently, with contained rage enclosed by her soft tenderness. She leans her head, at the level of my center, inhales deeply and leans in closer to rest a soft kiss on my closed folds. Then she slowly rises up, all the while leaving happy trails of kisses on my pubic hair, around my navel, up and past my belly button, to the middle of my breasts, on my collarbone, around my neck, upon my jaw line, and finally my lips that has been moaning expectantly awaiting for her. After a long unabashed moment of lust infused in the tenderness of our embrace, she forcefully breaks away from me.

"Come," she clasps my hand in hers, "Let's get you washed up…" she whispers within my ears then leads me to her bathroom.