This is the first of two sequels to 'Amy makes a new life', but it really doesn't matter if you skipped that one, I'll cover what you need to know so that it should stand alone. It tells the story of what happened to Sarah's friends after her cricket debut. Sexual activity is secondary to the story.
Any resemblance to real people is accidental.
After the celebrations
Dad was in the front chatting to the driver, he's always voluble after a couple of drinks, so the driver was going to get an ear-bashing and a full report on the day's events. Karen and I were in the back, my head rested on her shoulder and her cheek was against the top of my head. Amy had arranged the car to get us back home because we'd been drinking all day. I'm going to blame the last glasses of champagne for putting me over the edge.
I closed my eyes. Karen, Sarah and I had lived close to each other and gone to the same high school. We'd been firm friends since we were eleven and seldom apart until it had changed just before we were fifteen. Sarah had taken up playing cricket and it became a passion that she devoted herself to. It was also about that same time that she and her Mum met Amy King, coincidentally at a cricket match. It was the first time Sarah had ever watched a professional game.
Sarah's father had disappeared from her life when she was about seven and Meredith had done a great job as a single parent. Sarah and her mum had sat down next to Amy at that game. Amy was a widow whose wife had died three years earlier, they struck up a conversation and a friendship developed. Meredith had once confided in me how she realised that she had feelings for Amy and after some soul searching confessed her feelings. Karen, Sarah and I had enjoyed sleepovers for years but they had never been at Sarah's house because it was small and too impractical. That changed when Meredith and Sarah eventually moved into Amy's home. We were there a lot and I loved those occasions. Amy was generous, not just with money, but her time, her advice and the latitude she gave us. She was also very funny and we could see how happy they all were.
Sarah had a real talent for cricket and today she'd played her first one day game for the England Women's team and, luckily, in our own city. It was a big deal, a wonderful achievement for our friend and we were very proud of her. Amy invited Karen and me to join Sarah's family in a box she'd organised, complete with food and drink all day. Sarah's cricket hero, Hayley, was also playing and because Amy was friends with Hayley's Grandma, she'd invited her family as well.
I'd been excited when I saw where we were watching from and had phoned my dad to brag. Amy had heard me and, unknown to me, had called him inviting him to join us. I nearly fainted when he turned up a few minutes after the game had started. Dad had spent much of the day with Hayley's father and Sarah's Grandad, he'd drank a lot of beer and there had been lots of high fives from the three of them, although in Sarah's Grandads case they were low five's because he was a bit unsteady on his feet, even without alcohol.
I was delighted for Sarah, who'd had a successful game and Hayley was awarded player of the match, they were both, rightly, very proud. I smiled thinking about how Sarah's efforts had paid off, I admired her a great deal for the effort she'd shown. After the game, Amy had taken us all back to their home, a five-minute walk away from the ground and where she'd opened several more bottles of bubbly. It was a true celebration and I'm sure it was the last glass that did it to me.
Karen was staying with us overnight and when the car dropped us off, we headed, a little unsteadily to my room. After saying goodnight to my dad, we undressed and climbed into bed wearing T-shirts and our panties as we'd done countless times before. On this occasion, we lay facing each other and as I whispered, "goodnight" we moved together to kiss. This time we kissed lip to lip and not on the cheek as we had done before. It was electric and there seemed to be a current running through us.
I rolled onto my back staring at the ceiling thinking. We'd kissed like that before, years ago when playing some stupid game, but this was different, very different. I was a bit shocked, but this was my gorgeous friend. I reached out to take her hand as it rested on her belly. She squeezed it a little, acceptance, contentment. I turned my palm flat onto her belly and she laid her left hand over it. Her other hand, her right hand came across and rested on my belly, it felt warm. She moved, just a tiny amount, left and right and I did the same. Her hand was still on mine, but she didn't stop me, simply allowed me to mimic her movements.
It felt lovely, appropriate, comforting and rather wonderful. I have no idea why I moved my hand slowly, gently, down her belly, but I did and she mirrored my movements. She didn't stop me as I reached the waistband of her panties and I slid the tip of my middle finger under it. Her hand remained on top of mine as she continued to follow my movements. By now I was more sexually aroused than I'd ever been and I knew that I wanted more. I wanted to touch her, for her to touch me.
After pausing briefly, I moved further down and my fingers brushed, gently, through her pubic hair, which felt soft. I could smell sexual arousal, but I'm not sure who it was coming from and I didn't care. The tip of her finger touched the top of my slit and I sighed. I did the same to her and she sighed as well.
I hadn't started this with any particular outcome in mind but I now realised, at that moment, I wanted to make her come, I wanted to come. Our hands moved in synchrony and a single finger entered me as my finger entered her. I probed, gently, stroking and applying a little pressure. One of my fingers found her clit as she found mine. The next few seconds or maybe minutes were pure ecstasy. I felt a warm wave washing over me until I came. I'd never felt such love or satisfaction before and from the cute mewling noises Karen was making, I guessed that she felt much the same.
I withdrew my hand; she withdrew hers and we rolled together and kissed. It was brief and wonderful. I smiled at her, although I doubt that she could see it in the dark. I muttered, "Thank you," before rolling onto my other side. Karen spooned in behind me and a hand snaked around my waist and held my left breast. I fell asleep as happy as I'd ever been.
* * * * *
I felt the bed move and remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled inwardly. When I opened my eyes, I saw Karen, with her back to me pulling on her clothes, "Kay?"
She turned towards me and I saw that her cheeks were tear-stained, her eyes puffy and she didn't seem to want to meet my eyes directly. "I'm sorry," she muttered.
"What? Come on, talk to me."
She grabbed her jacket and, as I tried to sit up, getting tangled in the duvet, she snarled, "That was awful, that was wrong. I need to go, don't call me."
With that, she left and was gone by the time I'd moved. I sat back on the bed. The best night of my life had turned into the worst way to wake up. I didn't understand what had happened, this had been a momentous thing, but surely, we could talk as we'd talked about everything for the last eight or nine years. We had no secrets, as far as I knew.
I made some tea and went back to bed. She wasn't answering her phone, not replying to text messages or the voice messages I'd left. My emails had been ignored and all I could do was lie in bed and cry. The words she'd uttered as she left, looking angry, told me that what we'd done the night before had upset her. I struggled, it had been the best experience of my life and now she was angry with me.
I wasn't a lesbian, I'd never looked at another girl, but it had been great and I'd never felt so good, sexually or otherwise. I was terrified that I'd just ruined my closest friendship. Sarah might understand, but she was busy and I couldn't get hold of her.
I wanted to talk to Karen, but that didn't seem possible so I tried to sleep. I kept going back to the kiss, not the other stuff, just the kiss. I didn't know that a kiss could feel like that, that it could stir such emotions, such pleasure, such a feeling of warmth and love.
I was a mess, now I had a headache and a sense of loss, almost grief. I tried reading but gave up, I tried watching TV but that didn't work either. I hid under the duvet.
Late the next morning I was making some toast and waiting for the kettle to boil when Dad appeared. "Ah, there you are. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, great." I was lying and he knew it right away. He sat down staring at me.
"Good, that's good," he said, sarcastically, "just a couple of things. You look as if you haven't slept for a couple of days, you've been crying a lot, I've not heard you on the phone and Karen isn't here. You've fallen out, that's obvious. What happened?"
