Author's Notes:
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3) I said last chapter I was considering doing a 'proper' fanfiction for Clamy, well I have and it's up. It's called Clamy through the Looking Glass and I'm really proud of it so please take a look if you're interested, there's a little bit of sex but its mostly just a crazy love story.
Thank you, all of you, for your support, I wasn't expecting Amy and Clara to be anymore than a one-shot when I first wrote it, but here it is at Chapter 4 and I never want it to stop. Until next time!
They were in the garden and Clara lay on her front amongst the growing green grass. Amy sat straddled on top of her, her hands gently soothing Clara's shoulders on the warm summer's day. Clara was wearing a spotted red and white dress with black tights. "You know Clara," Amy muttered, "Your tights are really too tight," she said, a hand no longer on her shoulder but rubbing along the black fabric of her tights towards her butt. "Your skirts are really too short," Clara retorted with a cheeky smirk and her own hands found a grip on Amy's bare legs.
Amy wore her police woman outfit, perhaps because the skirt was so short and so she wouldn't overheat, but more likely because she knew it really turned Clara on. Amy relaxed for a moment, as Clara's gentle hands roamed her bare thighs with eager intent. Each finger of Clara's sent ripples through Amy's skin.
She had abandoned Clara's shoulder massage entirely and now Amy's hands were on the offensive. They both found a resting place on Clara's butt and were kneading the domes of flesh carefully. Clara dropped Amy's smooth perfect legs in a silent moan.
Amy placed a small spank on the brunette's ass. "Oh officer!" Clara teased. Amy spanked her again then rolled her onto her back and sat there grinning, watching the younger companion's heaving breasts intensely. Amy leant down Clara's ear and whispered: "I brought handcuffs."
Clara would have been surprised if Amy hadn't brought handcuffs. Clara lay beneath her helplessly as Amy loosened her dress up at her shoulders and started to roll it down. Her dress was discarded to somewhere else in the garden, Clara couldn't see where. She felt Amy's confident hands gripping her black tights and tugging them off.
Amy dangled the handcuffs over Clara's chest and Clara felt the cold metal gently touching her warm breasts. Amy stood up and held her hand out to Clara. "Up," the redhead ordered. Clara did as she was told, taking Amy's hand to get to her feet. Amy smirked, dragging Clara towards a tree and going to push her up against it.
Perhaps Clara had taken a self-defence class and not mentioned it to Amy, or perhaps she just had surprise on her side, but in a moment Clara had got Amy pressed against the tree and the handcuffs were clicking around the taller redhead's wrists. Amy's hands were held tightly behind her back and she felt Clara's hand trickling up her inner thigh.
Clara gripped Amy's ass and pressed her body tightly against the tree. Clara was almost threateningly silent as she pinched the sides of Amy's knickers beneath the skirt and trailed them down over her legs and off over her ankles. Clara's hand shot back up to feel her vagina
Clara rubbed Amy's clit with her fingers, rubbing in circles. The other hand tickled over to Amy's chest and pulled away the black vest. Then she went to work on Amy's shirt buttons. Each button popped out of its hole one by one until the white shirt lay unbuttoned on Amy's shoulder. Clara's hand fondled Amy's breast delicately and Amy felt her lips press on the back of Amy's neck.
Clara was grinning from ear to ear as she felt Amy's wet pussy and firm boobs. "Clara..." Amy moaned out. "Yeah honey?" Clara asked. "Spank me," Amy hissed. Clara smirked pressing on Amy's back with one hand pushing her body against the tree. Clara licked her palm, sizing up Amy's ass, then it landed hard on Amy's ass. "One," Clara stated.
She raised her hand and smacked her ass again, harder, sharper. "Two," she whispered. Clara gave Amy's ginger hair a gentle yank as slaps three and four came along. Clara gave Amy's red ass-cheeks a good hard rub ready for the final slap. Amy screamed out as Clara spanked her as hard as she could. "Five," Clara finished triumphantly.
Amy felt the handcuffs click open and immediately spun around to face Clara. The two naughty girls' eyes met. A pang of worry shot through Clara, Amy would no doubt have a retaliation in mind now even harsher. "I shouldn't let a criminal like you get away with that," Amy whispered menacingly, "But when the criminal is as quite as you, I guess I can make an exception." Clara breathed a sigh of relief as Amy's arms wrapped around the brunette and Amy kissed her passionately. She was vaguely aware of her legs lifting off the ground and then Amy was laying her down on the ground on her back.
Amy gripped her legs and spread them apart and dotted the tanned skin with kisses. "Your gorgeous legs are delicious Clara," Amy smiled and Clara blushed. "You know," Amy started to kiss Clara's thin knickers, "You were a bad bad criminal then." "Uh huh," Clara whimpered in response. Amy's tongue darted across the knickers. "You're going to need to clean up your act," Amy added. "Uh huh," Clara whimpered again, unable to say anything else. Amy's lips broke away from Clara's underwear. "I know just how to get you clean..."
Amy scooped Clara up into her arms and started walking towards the other end of the garden. "Huh?" Clara pondered what Amy had said. When she realised where Amy was taking her it was too late for her to do anything. Amy threw her into the river just behind their garden before she could say a word of protest. Clara bubbled back to the surface and gasped. Amy reached into the river and grabbed her ankle, dragging the cold and wet brunette out of the river through the muddy banks.
"Oh now you're all dirty again, "Amy complained with a taunting grin. She spanked Clara sharply. Then she picked her up again. "You have the right to remain silent," Amy whispered, " Or scream." Clara was more prepared for when Amy threw her in this time, but the drop in temperature was still enough to make her scream. She bobbed back to the surface and brushed her wet brown hair out of her eyes. This time she got herself out of the river, being careful to avoid the patches of mud.
Clara was soaked and shivering but a smile had planted itself on her face. "Learnt our lesson?" Amy asked, wrapping her arms around Clara, hugging her tightly. Clara nodded, "Yes ma'am," she smiled. Amy smiled back, scooping Clara back into her arms like a little girl, and carrying her inside.
Clara was placed on Amy's bed carefully, half-naked and still wet with river-water. Amy rubbed her legs against Clara's and her arms undid Clara's soaked through bra. "My clothes are outside, "Clara realised. "It's alright," Amy grinned, "I'll warm you up."
Amy ran her hands all over Clara's body in the next few minutes, soothing every tiny segment of skin. Clara could feel heat flowing back to her as Amy's hands slipped around on her wet skin. Clara's boobs got a good thorough working. Now there was only one place left for Amy to work her wonders. Clara felt her knickers slip away.
Amy's lips kissed Clara's pussy lightly then were replaced by a flurry of fingers, stroking and rubbing at her walls and clit. Clara moaned out loudly and Amy pushed two fingers inside. The fingers pumped gently in and out of the feisty young brunette. The redheaded kissogram grinned, fingering Clara fast enough for jolts of friction but being careful not to be too hard. Clara was definitely warmed up now but no less wet. Especially after she couldn't take anymore and reached her climax in Amy's hands.
Clara slumped for a moment as her orgasm filled her so Amy pulled away and rolled off her own white shirt. Then she unhooked her bra, tossing it away and finally she slid off her skirt. Then she started to rub herself silently, her eyes occasionally flickering over to the object of her affection: the impossible girl. Then Clara gripped Amy's hand, pulling it away and replacing it with her own.
Clara's free hand was gripping Amy's leg tightly, rubbing it hard and Amy was copying on Clara's legs. The redhead had ran her hands up and down Clara's smooth perfect legs so many times already that Amy was starting to wonder if it was going to become her new obsession. Then Amy's orgasm came followed by another one from Clara.
They both lay back on the bed and Clara's head came down t rest on Amy's strong shoulder. Amy's arm curled protectively around Clara's shoulders. "Amy," Clara whispered quietly. "Yeah?" Amy asked, stroking a wet strand of hair back behind Clara's ear. "Spanking, teasing, fingering, handcuffs and rivers are all pretty fun, but this is my favourite part," Clara said almost sleepily with perhaps a hint of nervousness to her young voice. Amy smiled. "Snuggling," Clara snuggled into Amy's warm welcoming neck and shoulder as she spoke and Amy rubbed the back of her neck lovingly. "The spanking was fun too though."