Milla was the first to pull away. Still encircled by her friend's arms, she looked up in wonder at the face that was ravaged by the same heartbreak that she felt. She raised a hand to smooth back some stray blond strands and moved to kiss the exposed cheek.
At that moment, Amy turned her head. She wanted to really make good on her earlier words and let Milla know that she, too, was her best friend, and that she would miss her so much that her heart was already breaking in her chest. Rather than forming the first word of her confession, she felt her lips accidentally brush against those of her friend.
Two sets of eyes widened then met in a moment of uncertainty. Through the icy fear that the brunette would misinterpret the moment, Amy felt an electric tingle radiate across her lips. It traveled down the length of her body, expanding and growing warmer as it did so. She found herself fighting not to pull the other girl even closer. The mental images were even harder to battle: the feel of another person's soft, bare skin beneath her hands as she stroked down her shoulders, along her spine, perhaps to cup the slight, tempting slope of her friend's rear end.
She was too aware when Milla released a sigh that would have been undetected in any other proximity. The hazel eyes of the other girl closed as did her mouth along Amy's upper lip. Tentatively, she edged her tongue forward, moaning as it met the tip of the other's at the juxtaposition of the kiss. The tongues tangled slowly and effortlessly around each other, and Amy moaned. She let her hands glide away from her friend's shoulders and down the back until it reached the bottom of the thin tank top. She moved beneath the fabric, eliciting a moan from Milla as her modest B-cup size breasts were stroked by gentle fingers that occasionally came together to pinch the hardening nipples.
"When is your mom coming home?" Amy whispered after moving her mouth to the other girl's ear. She followed the words with a languid lick along the outer rim. Milla shuddered against her.
"Late," she breathed. "Not until after midnight."
That was all that the blonde needed to hear. Her hands abruptly left her friend's breasts and pulled the tank top up and off. Their mouths met again, though this time it was crushingly so. The dark haired girl threw her head back with a cry as she felt a hand cup her most secret parts. The hand propelled her backwards until she was braced against a wall, her hips gyrating against the palm that rubbed her roughly through her jeans.
"Milla," her friend whispered. Her next words were intertwined with frantic licks and sucks on her caramel colored nipples. "Let me make sure you never forget me."
With that, Amy sucked in as much of one breast as her mouth could manage. With one hand, she squeezed the other mound as hard as she could. She was never able to figure out how, in the middle of all of that, she managed to tear off her friend's denim pants. She did, however, and dropped to her knees as soon as the area between Milla's legs was exposed.
So gently that Milla protested in physical need, Amy let her nose graze the sparse brown curls of the other's pubic region. She inhaled the thick, musky scent of the hazel eyed girl's excitement, feeling her own panties dampen. Her hands shook as she parted the lower lips and pushed her tongue in as deeply as it would go.
Immediately, a rush of tart stickiness coated her tongue and slid down to cover most of her face. Amy sucked all of this in, pulling out her tongue to lick her lips and savor the taste.
"Oh, god, Amy," she heard Milla moan. "Oh, god, oh, god..."
Amy's mouth leaned closer once more, but this time it closed around the other girl's clitoris. Ever so gently, she massaged this between her teeth as Milla cried in desire. She slid a hand between her own legs as her body responded more. The other hand felt along her best friend's inner thigh, up to the source of her wetness. She mercilessly forced three fingers into the tight space that she knew had never known any lover. She roughly pumped these in and out as Milla screamed and bucked her hips against Amy's mouth.
As she felt the walls of the other pussy tighten around her fingers, the blonde quickly raised her other hand and swiped a finger against the copious moisture. Without ceremony, she drove this deep into the other girl's anus.
"Noooooooooo!" Milla screamed. Her legs buckled as her buddy convulsed into an orgasm so powerful that she passed out.
The last thing she was aware of was lying on her back with Amy's tongue slowly licking the length of her slit and purring, "You taste so good, Milla. I love you so much..."
