Okay, brief explanatory note. This is actually chapter 2 of a story featuring these characters. Chapter one has been written in my head for years now, but I've never actually typed it out. It's a little bit longer and more complex than this one, though, so we'll see. I do love it, though, so if my motivation and creativity stick with me, I may try to get it written out one of these days. Writing is difficult for me. I tend to need to be somewhat hypo-manic, and those periods tend not to come often or stay long.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Stick with it to the end for the sex, but there's naughtiness throughout.
"I told you that Katie and her boyfriend broke up, didn't I?"
I glanced over at my girlfriend, Amy, sitting on the sofa next to me. We were watching TV. I, as usual, was naked. Ever since Amy decided she was a domme, she also decided that she liked the power dynamic of CFNF -- Clothed Female, Naked Female -- so she prefers it if, when we're in our apartment together, I go around starkers. Now, it does mean that we tend to have to keep the curtains drawn, but it has allowed me to determine through rigorous observation, that the more I'm naked, the more sex we tend to have. And I have also determined, again, through rigorous observation, that the more sex with her I have, the happier I tend to be. Turns out it's a good system for both of us.
As I say, she's a domme. She's MY domme. But she also happens to be the sweetest, most polite, most considerate, NICEST domme on the planet. I'm not complaining, exactly. It's just that, although we do tend to have sex quite a bit, I sometimes wish she'd take advantage of the situation she requested to begin with and just reach out and ravish my naked body now and then as opposed to asking if it was okay to touch me, then if I'm SURE it's okay to touch me, and then when we finish, to apologize for touching me.
She's my best friend in the whole world and I love her. She really is the sweetest, with her blonde pixie haircut, her big blue eyes, and the black, semi-Goth clothes she prefers. It's just that I'm incredibly into her and incredibly into being her sub and all that goes with it.
Then there's me, June. I think of myself as a "mousy wallflower" but I've learned not to say it out loud. Amy HATES it. She insists I'm beautiful, but all I can see is my nondescript brown hair, nondescript brown eyes and, okay, a decent figure, if a bit small breasted. Thing is, I'm an introvert, and I tend to think that goes right into both the "wallflower" and "mousy" descriptions, but I've learned not to argue with her about it. She's my biggest defender, including from myself.
But anyway, sorry for the digression. I just thought you could use a bit of background after I dumped you right into the beginning of what turned out to be a very interesting conversation. Back to the story. There I was, watching some forgettable sitcom with my heels up on the couch on either side of my butt in order to give Amy better access if she decided to do what I really wanted her to do and reach over to give me a pinch on the labia. Or a tickle on the labia. Or anything labia-related would be nice. Point is, I was horny, and right at that point she decided to ask me about her friend Katie.
"Sure, about a week and a half ago, right? I feel bad for her even though you weren't the biggest fan of her boyfriend. Did she ask you to go out with her? You know I don't mind. I'm not much for the bar and party scene and I know I'm an anchor to the fun when the two of you get together."
Remember I told you Amy's my best friend? Well, Katie is Amy's best friend. I don't mind. They've known each other a lot longer than I've known Amy and, frankly, they have a lot more in common, despite Katie being (mostly) straight and Amy being pretty much all lesbian, Goddess bless her.
"No, nothing like that," Amy replied. "It's just that, remember how I told you about how bi-curious Katie's always been? And about how something probably would've happened between us if we had ever both been single at the same time, even though I hate the thought of being some straight girl's one-time fling?"
"Sure. She's always had a massive straight-girl crush on you. You used to tease her mercilessly about it as I recall." I giggled.
But Amy was clearly thinking about something that had been troubling her for at least the past couple days. She was upset and I had apparently just made it worse unintentionally.
"That's just it!" she said, confusingly, and when I looked at her with a no-doubt quizzical expression on my face, she sighed and leaned back to stare at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. "Anyway, forget about her crush on me. That's pretty much entirely transformed into a crush on you. Not that I mind. You're gorgeous and sexy. Anyone would want you."
I snorted in disbelief, but moved my feet to the floor and closed my legs ladylike, despite still being naked. Sadly, this was not sexy-time. "Me? The Mousy Wallflower compared to the Queen of the Goth Pixies? You're either joking or you've gone mad."
She was serious and she practically glared at me. "I told you to knock it off with that "wallflower" crap. You know how it bugs me and you know WHY it bugs me." I suddenly felt very ashamed. Here she was, trying to open up about something and I was needling her. Her gaze went back to the ceiling immediately, though. Not a good sign. "I swear to you, it's true. She's always asking me how you are and whenever she and I go out without you, she asks why you aren't there. Besides which, you know her. She always wants to know the stuff you and I are doing, you know, sexually. When she found out about out CFNF thing, I swear she just stared at me for two full minutes. I'm sure she "splooshed" her panties. Frankly, I'm surprised she hasn't decided to 'drop in' on us, just to catch a glimpse of you au naturale. And she always wants me to show her those pictures I took of you, remember?"
"How can I forget? That was a memorable day. Anyway, I told you that was fine. Although it's true I thought you only showed them to her that one time. Has she really been asking to see them?"
She straightened her neck again and turned to look me in the eye. At least she didn't seem angry anymore. Of course, she seldom managed to stay angry for too long. "Oh, all the time. It used to happen only when she'd been drinking, but ever since she and Kevin started having problems, well, it's pretty much every time I see her, especially since they officially broke up."
"And that's what's been bothering you?"
"Of course not. I told you, she's only human. it's only natural that she has a crush on you."
I rolled my eyes but didn't challenge her. "Well, what is it, then? You're clearly upset. Just tell me."
She sighed again and looked away, although not at the ceiling at least this time. "It's just that I feel so... guilty."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I've obviously switched universes and I'm out of sync with this cosmos' reality still. What in the world do you mean? What do you have to feel guilty about? You've never been anything but a good friend to Katie."
"But that's just it, I haven't been a good friend, I've been a terrible friend and that's why this is happening."
"That's why what's happening? How have you been a terrible friend?"
"You said it yourself, I've been constantly teasing her about being bi-curious and girl-thirsty and that's what made her suggest it."
