[Non-Fiction] Amy and her best friend

[LittleAmyP]

Amy & Rajan
At age 18, Amy and Rajan are best friends, so given the chance to spend a whole day together, they leapt at it.

After a long day of fun, the two best friends go back to Amy’s house, tired, but happy after a long day of shopping, walking, and playing. Both their parents are out so it’s just the two of them for the night.

Amy has gone through the day like an unstoppable machine; tall and thinly-built, she has slitted blue eyes that are like two turquoises set in a lightly-covered face with thin eyebrows and a wide chin. Her thick, straight, waist-length hair is the color of ripe lemons, for night she wears a loose black t-shirt and slim brown panties.
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In contrast to Amy, Rajan has a peaceful air about her. Her straight chestnut hair is tied back in a ponytail, her purple eyes are set in a pale face beneath nearly-nonexistent eyebrows. For bed she wears a tight red tank top and yellow short-shorts.

They slip into Amy’s bed together, thinking nothing of it - they are best friends and have been forever; they slip under the covers, still giggling about their wonderful day, talking softly about cute Jimmy Henderson who they spotted at the mall.

After a while they both fall silent, and the only sound is that of their sot breathing. Amy turns her head to glance at Rajan. She listens, watching Rajan’s chest rise and fall with her sleep breath. Once she is sure Rajan is fast asleep, Amy turns away from her,slipping he hand down, reaching under the mattress, and she pulls out a magazine.

Amy props herself up, holding the magazine in her hands, then pauses and glances at Rajan; Rajan stirs slightly, then goes still, her lips parted so her breath whistles softly between her teeth.

Turning back to the magazine in her hands, Amy turns to a particular page, and runs her eyes over a particular picture.

‘TIMELESSLY SEXY’ declares the model with gleaming skin, wearing the lacy black and pink lingerie, the tight bra that eases her breasts invitingly out, the garter belt about her narrow waist, one languid hand toying with a garter strap, the panties that cling to her - who looks at the viewer, her golden hair cascading down her bare shoulder in a golden waterfall, her lips quirked in a smile, her pale blue eyes staring, almost challenging.

Amy catches a breath, and clutches at her chest, her fingers squeezing at her soft breasts through the thin material of her shirt. Her lips part in a soft moan as she toys with her own nipples, her fingers pinching and flicking her soft flesh until they stand out against the soft material.

Still holding the magazine up, Amy slides her hand down over her belly, and down between her legs. She squeezes her soft thighs together as she slides her hand into her tight brown panties, her fingers slide over her naked skin, making goosebumps rise and Amy shiver.

She bites back a moan as she eases her fingers into herself, sliding them between her lower lps to lay her finger tips on her clit. “Mmm. . .” Amy moans softly, she glances sidelong at Rajan, then, reassured, turns her gaze back to the picture before her, rubbing her fingers over he sensitive flesh. She shivers, her lips working silently as she bits back cries of pleasure, a flush rising in her pale cheeks, her breath coming fast. She jerks, a soft moan slipping between her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she draws near to a climax-

“Will you stop twitching and moving about?!” Rajan demands, her eyes squeezed shut.

Amy freezes, looking at Rajan out of the corner of her eyes, her heart pounding in he ear. She tries to keep her breath silent, not moving, except to bite her lip between her teeth as she feels her arousal slowly fade away. I was so close! She cries out in her own mind, then her heart jumps in panic as Rajan turns to face her; the brunette hitches herself up on one elbow and gives Rajan lazy, teasing smile. “Oh go ahead,” she says. “No need to be ashamed; we’re breast friends, after all. . .”

Amy blinks at her, but otherwise doesn’t move, struck dumb by the shock of discovery - hers.

Rajan’s lips curl upward. “I could hold the magazine for you,” she says.

Amy still lies frozen, staring at her best friend, unable to believe her own ears.

Reaching one hand around Amy, Rajan grabs the magazine in her hands and holds it up before Amy’s eyes. “Go on,” she whispers with a kinky smile.

Amy turns back to the magazine, then hesitates, looking at Rajan out of the corner of her eye. At Rajan’s nod, she releases the magazine, leaving it in Rajan’s grip, then lowers her hand to her own right breast, and gently squeezes herself. Between her thighs, she slides her fingers over herself and utters a moan of pleasure, heat rising. "Mhmm!” she moans between clenched teeth, gripping her breast hard, her back arching.

Grinning wider, Rajan pulls Amy close, her own eyes staring intently at the picture as her best friend shudders and moans, hot bodies pressed close together.

“Oh!” Amy gasps, shuddering. she throws her head back and cries out shrilly as she cum, then goes limp, gasping and sweating, in her best friend’s arms.