Title:  Amy's New Friend

Codes:  ff, con, rom

Summary:  Small, stupid Amy has no friends to play with, 
until she meets Veronica.


*****


I sat against a tree by the bus stop, with my legs curled 
up, reading an old mystery novel.  My hair was a mess from 
the heat.  My dress clung to me uncomfortably.  The cars 
driving by were loud, horrible, and stank of exhaust.

I had lost all of my friends.  Nicole and Sarah usually 
drove me home, but Nicole said she hated me now.  Sarah went
along with her, like she always did.  I'd practically begged
Courtney for a ride, but she'd told me to go fuck myself.  I
had been such an idiot to cross them.

I tried reading my book, but I couldn't focus.  It was just 
a jumble of words.

The bus wasn't coming.  It was thirty minutes late.  I'd 
wait a few more minutes, then I'd have to start the long 
walk home.  I sighed.  The sun was getting low, but the heat
still lingered in the air.

A truck pulled by in front of me, honking its horn and 
locking up its breaks.  A dozen other horns blared out.  
More cars stopped.  Then a beat up old Buick crossed 
abruptly through the traffic and parked at the Circle K.

That new girl got out.

She had crazy magenta hair, obviously dyed.  It hung down 
just past her shoulders and was kind of messy.  She wore a 
little rose colored skirt and a tight emerald green sweater.
The outfit was cute.  She was more or less medium height and
build, very pretty, and moved with a particular grace.

She was also kind of nuts.  Since starting school last 
month, she'd been in at least two fights that I knew of, one
against a boy.  She'd called Nicole a cunt to her face, and 
really did everything she could to have no friends at all.

I hadn't spoken to her.  None of us would have dared.

They said her name was Veronica.

She bought a slushie and came out, looking around.  She saw 
me and came over.

"Hey," she said, "Don't you usually get a ride with that 
Nicole bitch and her friends?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Hmm.  And they stranded you today?"

"Yeah."

She had violet eye shadow, and really pretty blue eyes.  I 
assumed they were contacts, because they looked just way too
nice to be real.

"Is that Margaret Millar?" she asked, looking at my book.

"Yeah," I said, turning the book over and looking at it.

"That's impressive!  Most of the dumb bitches in this school
just read those crap vampire books -- well -- if they read 
anything at all."

"Uh, thanks.  It was my dad's.  He had a bunch of these."

"So, you like stories with crazy endings?"

"Yeah I guess.  Anyways, I like these."

"That's pretty cool.  So look, I saw the bus broken down up 
on Pine Street, so it isn't coming."

"I figured."

"So, yeah," she went on, "I can give you a lift home if you 
want.  I mean, if you don't mind committing social suicide 
by being seen with me."

I didn't mind.  I'd left social suicide behind many miles 
ago.

"Yes, thanks," I said, "I'd love a ride."

She smiled.

"I'm Veronica, by the way."

"Yeah, I know.  I'm Amy."

"Well, Amy, let's go."


*****


We got into her car.  It was big and rusty.  At one point it
had probably been olive green, but now was mostly just grey.
It had a beige vinyl bench seat, with several strips of duct
tape where I sat down.

The air conditioner didn't work, of course.

"Sorry the car stinks," she said, "the window on your side 
doesn't work any more, so I just leave it down."

It didn't really smell any worse than anything else it this 
town.

"Beats walking," I said.

"Yeah it does!"

As she started the car, she asked, "So, unless it's none of 
my business, why are they making you take the bus?  Did you 
piss them off?"

Before I answered, she backed into traffic, and quickly 
shifted into drive, peeling away.  We barely avoided an 
oncoming truck.  There was no seatbelt on my side, so I 
grabbed the dashboard in a futile gesture of safety.

I answered her, "Yeah, I pissed them off.  Big time."

"That sucks.  Where do you live, anyway?"

"On Apple Court.  You know, behind the Walmart."

"I know it," she said.

She didn't say anything else; she just drove with her eyes 
on the road.  Her mouth was slightly open, and she was 
biting the end of her tongue.  I went on with my story.

"You know Nicole's friend Brenda?"

"Redhead with freckles?"

"Yeah, her.  She borrowed one of my dresses without asking 
me, when they were over at my house.  Anyway, she wore it 
the next day and I got pissed at her.  We were fighting 
about it and shit ..."

"Like really fighting?" she asked, mimicking a punching 
motion.

"No.  Just arguing.  Anyway, things got really bad and I 
tried to get Nicole to help me, but she took Brenda's side.
So, I got pissed at her and called her a bitch.  Nicole, I 
mean.  I called Nicole a bitch.  She told me to fuck off, 
and things just got bad."

She just drove for a few seconds, looking forward, then 
said, "Well good for you.  She is a fucking bitch."

"Yeah, I guess.  She was my friend, though."

"She's nobody's friend," she said, looking over at me, kind 
of ignoring the road.  "I knew a girl just like her back in 
Chicago.  Thinks she runs the whole school.  You try to be 
her friend, but she just wants followers.  You know, 
toadies.  It's all for her fucking ego."

She paused, then continued, "I tried to do what you were 
doing, back home.  You know, be one of the popular kids, but
it never works.  If you're at all -- you know -- a real 
person, you can't be one of them.  Don't even try.  That 
shit is bad for your soul."

I wondered, was it worse than having no friends?

"Is that why you called her a cunt when you met her?" I 
asked.

"Yeah, I knew the deal with her right when I fucking met 
her.  I wasn't even going to start playing her game."

I thought about that.

"I think it gets really lonely," I said.

She smiled at me, and said, "It doesn't have to."

We stopped at a light in front of the Walmart.  Two guys in 
shorts crossed in front of us, holding hands.  They were 
obviously queer.

"Holy shit!" she said, "Those two have some balls walking 
around like that in this cow town."

"Yeah.  I've seen them around.  I think they get messed with
a lot."

After they passed she leaned out the window and shouted, 
"Hey you!"

They turned around quickly.  They looked ready for trouble.

"You're fucking awesome!" she shouted.

"Huh?" one of them said.  They let go of each other's hand, 
ready to run or fight.

"You're fucking awesome!" she shouted again.

They seemed to calm down.  One of them called back, "Thanks,
sweetie."

He looked at her, then me.  "You two are fucking awesome as 
well," he exclaimed.

The light changed and we pulled away.  I watched them as we 
passed.  They grasped hands and walked off.

She drove on, mostly watching the road, but kept glancing at
me.  She was so pretty.  I felt like she could just look 
right through me.  I felt really awkward.

We turned into my neighborhood.

"Which house?" she asked.

"The blue one, on the end."

She parked in front of my house.  It was small and shabby.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, and leaned to open the door.

She reached over and put her hand on my leg.  I just fucking
froze.

She just sat there, leaning toward me, and ran her fingers 
... up.

"Amy, I think you're really pretty.  I'd like to kiss you."

"No!" I exclaimed, "I don't do that!"

I got my wits back, and shoved the door open.  I got out 
quickly.

"I'm not fucking into that!  Sorry."

She just looked up at me from within the car.  She arched 
her eyebrows, like she was disappointed.

"Sorry," she said, "I just thought ... well ... never mind.
You know what I thought."

I just hurried away.  I had no idea what to say.  I went 
inside, closed and locked the door, and went into my 
bedroom.  I lay down on my bed, my dress still clinging to 
me.  I was breathing heavily.

What just happened?

I couldn't be with a girl.  I mean, no way!  I hadn't even 
been with a boy yet.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Could I, with a girl?  I tried to push the thought out of my
mind.  I had too much horrible shit to deal with now to be 
thinking about something crazy like that.

I noticed a beam of sunlight crossing my room.  Motes of 
dust lazily drifted through it.

I couldn't stop thinking.  I thought about what it would 
have felt like to kiss her.  I thought about her hand going 
up my leg.  My skinny, pale leg.

Her legs were so sexy compared to mine.  Her little rose 
colored skirt!  Her crazy magenta hair!  Those blue eyes!  
She just seemed so intensely physical.

There was a mirror in my room above my desk.  I looked over 
at myself, laying in my bed.  I was skinny, undeveloped.  I 
had boring brown hair.  My dress was fucking beige.

How could someone like her actually like me?


*****


The next day at school, there was a note from her in my 
locker.  It read:

"Amy,

"I'm really sorry.  I know that was fucked up.  I should 
have talked to you before I touched you like that.

"I've noticed you before.  I've watched you hanging out with
them, and I could tell you were different.  I thought you 
were so super pretty.  Not that fake-horrible-bitch pretty 
like Nicole.  Really pretty, all the way down.  I love when 
you smile.

"So anyway, when I saw you waiting for the bus I just had to
talk to you.  Since you weren't like them, I hoped that 
maybe you were like me.  You know what I mean by that, I 
think.

"You're right about being lonely.  I don't ever admit it to 
anyone, but I am.  I can't stand phony people, and this 
school is fucking full of them.  I mean, the popular kids 
are phony everywhere.  Here is seems like everyone is just 
so full of shit all of the time, even the crazy loner kids 
that I should get along with.  I just can't seem to make any
friends here.

"Anyway, I hope you'll forgive me for coming on to you like 
that.  I'd really love to be your friend, even if it is 
'just friends' friends.  I promise I won't try anything like
that again.  I mean, I'll want to, but I'll be cool about 
it.  I'll hold back.

"Please let me know.

"Veronica"

It was written out longhand on cream colored parchment 
paper.  The writing was really neat, like she'd taken a long
time on it.

I read it three times, then folded it up and put it in my 
clutch bag.

I looked around the hall, at the other kids passing me, 
ignoring me.  I'd tried to dress pretty today.  I was 
wearing a lavender and lilac floral skirt, a yellow t-shirt,
and cute little sneakers.  Yet still, I felt small and 
stupid.

A couple of pretty girls passed by laughing, Nicole's 
friends.  They didn't even look at me.  Last week, I'd been 
to a party at one of their houses.  Now, I didn't exist.

I took out her note and read it again.  Then again.


*****


I found her during lunch.  I had to ask three people where 
she was.  Finally, one guy said she was hanging out in the 
baseball dugout.

She was sitting there on the bench all alone, wearing 
another cute little skirt and blouse.  Her legs were curled 
up under her, and she was just gazing out across the field.
She saw me come up.

"Hi Amy," she said.

"Hi."

"I guess you got my note.  I really am sorry."

I came into the dugout, and sat on the bench next to her.

"So, you like girls?" I asked, after a few seconds.

"Yeah.  I had a great girlfriend back in Chicago.  She was 
so cool.  Like, I think we were really in love and shit."

"Really?  Do you still talk to her?"

"Yeah.  I called her a few days ago.  Turns out she is 
already seeing another girl.  I mean, I'm glad for her.  
There is no way we could make something work this far 
apart."

"That sucks."

"Well, yeah I guess."

We just sat there for a while.

"Are those contact lenses?" I asked, looking at her eyes.

"No fucking way!" she said, "I hate phony shit like that."

I glanced at her hair.  She noticed.

"Yeah, the hair!  But the hair is obvious.  It's how I tell 
the world that I do things my own way, and fuck 'em if they 
don't like it.  Your eyes, though, you see the world through
your eyes.  If they're fake, everything you see in the world
is fake.  Fuck that shit."

I didn't say anything.  I just gazed out over the baseball 
field.

We sat for a while, myself sitting up straight.  She was 
still curled up with her legs under her.  She seemed really 
relaxed and cool.

She got a big smile on her face.  "You like to be quiet, 
don't you?"

"Yeah."

"That's cool."

The dragonflies were out, and several dozen of them were 
flitting around the grass, just in front of the dugout.

I scooted over, and sat real close to her.  I was so 
nervous.  She turned toward me, still smiling.  I leaned 
into her, putting my head on her shoulder.  My arms were 
wrapped tightly against my chest.  I just relaxed.

I heard her breath deeply.  She didn't say a word; she just 
reached one arm around me.  I snuggled in closer.

"Someone changed her mind," she whispered.

I glanced up at her.  She was so pretty.  She was giving me 
a quizzical, but eager, look.  I parted my lips, just a bit,
and drew my face closer to hers.

She smiled.  "Can I?" she asked, "Is it alright if I kiss 
you?"

"Yeah."

We kissed.  I unfolded my arms, and reached around her neck.
She grasped me with both of hers, pulling our bodies 
together.  We embraced, our mouths locked together, kissing 
deeply.

I felt my heart beat.  A tingling sensation passed down my 
body.

I was really doing this!

Her tongue slipped gently into my mouth, pressing against 
mine.  I squeezed her tight, pulling her as close as I 
could.  We kissed more.  I ran my tongue over  hers.  It 
felt so soft.

We separated.  She reached down and stroked my legs, pushing
the hem of my skirt up, just a bit.

"I didn't want to say it before," she said, "but I think 
that is the sexiest little skirt I have ever seen."

I felt so excited.  She was gazing hungrily down at my body.
She ran a hand gently up my chest, passing lightly over my 
nipples.  A thrill passed through me.  She looked into my 
eyes.  I melted.

"We can't really do anything here," she said, "Plus, you've 
never done anything like this before, right?"

"No, that was my first kiss."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah!" I gasped out.

She pulled me in and kissed me again.

"Amy," she said, "I ... uh ... wow."

"What?  Is something wrong?"

"No.  Nothing is wrong, but if we keep going like this we're
going to have a problem."

"What's that?"

"I'm going to tear your clothes off right here."

I sat back a bit, passively.  I think I would have let her 
do it.

She just looked at me.  She breathed deeply.  She stretched 
her body out, tensing her muscles.

"Oh god!" she said, "I feel so fucking good right now.  I 
really feel ... like ... fucking amazing."

"Me too."

I really did.  I felt like I was soaring through the air.

She looked at me for a bit, like she was thinking.  I 
waited, and just smiled at her.  She reached forward and 
wrapped her arms around me.  I breathed heavily, embracing 
her, feeling her.  Something was boiling up inside me.

We kissed again, deeply, and for a long time.  Then we 
relaxed, just holding each other.  A cool breeze drifted 
through the dugout.  The dragonflies lifted up, and let the 
wind carry them away.

We sat like that, clinging to each other, kissing when we 
felt like it, until we heard the bell ring.


*****


We agreed to meet by her car after school.  I was squirming 
the whole day.  I couldn't wait to see her again.  My 
classes dragged on, and all the stupid people ignored me, 
but they didn't matter anymore.

"Hey sweetie," she said when I met her in the parking lot.

"Hi," I responded, smiling at her.

"So, my mom is meeting my dad for dinner after he gets off 
from work.  We could go over to my house and hang out.  We'd
be alone."

"OK," I said.

We had some time to kill, and we were hungry, so we went to 
a diner near her house.  As we walked across the parking 
lot, she took my hand.  I felt so anxious.  She strutted 
forward, pulling me along.  She looked around defiantly as 
we entered.

We got a booth.

"So," she whispered to me, "Should we sit across, so we can 
look at each other, or together, so we can touch each 
other?"

I felt a thrill.  I imagined all of the shocked looks we'd 
get sitting close together, being affectionate.  I got a 
big, wicked grin on my face.

"Together, of course," I said.

"Cool."

I sat down first.  She slid in, next to me, and held my 
hand.  A waitress came up to us, giving us a baleful stare.
She took our order.

We didn't say anything, as we waited for our food.  We just 
sat there, our fingers locked together.  I started thinking 
about what was about to happen.  We were going to be alone, 
at her house.  I knew that she was experienced, that she'd 
want to do things.  To me.

I looked over at her, and glanced down at her body.  She had
smallish breasts, but I could see the shape of her nipples 
through her thin blouse.  I couldn't believe how much that 
excited me.  She caught me looking, and smiled.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked.

"I don't know."

Was I?  Should things really go this fast?

Suddenly the door of the diner opened, and Nicole and Sarah 
came in.  Veronica saw them before they saw us.

"Well, sweetie," she said, "What do you want to do now?  I 
don't want to hide this."

It was really too late.  They saw us before we could change 
seats or anything.

Nicole was a tall, thin girl.  She was wearing tight jeans 
and a black sweater, which made her chest look really nice.
Her hair was long and blond.  Sarah was smaller, with black 
hair.  She was wearing a little yellow dress.  She looked 
cute.

I'd always thought they were both pretty sexy.  I began to 
wonder if, deep inside, I'd always liked girls.

"What the fuck?" Nicole said when she saw us.  "So you're 
hanging out with this bitch now, huh Amy?"

I felt Veronica loosen her grip on my hand.  Just for a 
second, I thought about letting it go.  I didn't.  I grasped
it tightly, and leaned against her.

Veronica got a huge smile on her face.  "Do you have a 
fucking problem with me or my girlfriend?" she said.

The look on their faces was priceless.  Sarah gasped.  
Nicole just looked horrified.

"So you're a fucking dyke now?" she practically shouted at 
me, "Were you always a dyke?  All those nights when you 
stayed at my house, what kind of crazy, perverted shit were 
you thinking of?  I knew there was something wrong with 
you!"

I expected Veronica to say something.  I'm sure she wanted 
to.  However, she just sat there, tensed up, like she was 
ready to strike.  "This is your show," she whispered to me.

"Veronica and I are together," I said, calmly, "So I guess, 
yes, that makes me a dyke.  And no, I never thought of 
'perverted shit' when I was at your house.  I wouldn't touch
you.  Never.  Not in a million years."

"Fucking cunt dyke!" she shouted back.

The waitress came over and told us to settle down, and for 
Nicole and Sarah to take a seat.  She whispered something to
them, and gave us a hostile look.

"Well, if you let perverts like that in here, we're leaving 
anyhow," Nicole said.

The waitress looked at them, then over at the manager who 
had come out to see what was happening.  He was a big fat 
guy in a blue shirt.  He looked us over, then looked at 
Nicole and Sarah.

"You two need to leave," he said, referring to us.  To 
Nicole and Sarah he said, "You other two, please sit 
anywhere you like."

Veronica looked at him, looked at Nicole and Sarah, then 
just said, "Fuck it.  We'll leave.  Come on, Amy."

I could tell she wanted to hit someone.  I could tell she 
was fighting to hold it back.  She took my hand, and we 
headed for the exit.

"God I wanted to kick her ass," she said when we got 
outside.

"I'm glad you didn't.  Nothing good would come of that."

She kicked the side of her car when we got to it.  She 
looked at me.  Her eyes were on fire.

"You'd just get arrested, or something," I said.

"Yeah, I know.  Let's go to my house."

We got in the car and she looked over at me.  She leaned to 
me, and grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"I hope you're ready my dear, because I'm going to fuck the 
hell out of you!"

I said nothing.  I just sat there, imagining what was about 
to happen to me.


*****


We got to her house just as her mom was going out to her 
car.  She was taller and thinner than Veronica, but I could 
see the same grace in her movement, and she had the same 
shocking blue eyes.  Her hair was light brown in a pageboy 
cut.  She was wearing a short, stylish burgundy dress.

"Hi Veronica," her mother said, "Who is your friend?"

"Hey mom.  This is Amy."

"Well hello, Amy," her mom said to me, reaching out her 
hand.

I took it.  She grasped firmly, and looked boldly at me.  
Veronica looked a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm so glad Veronica is finally making some friends.  It is
a shame I have to leave.  Tom and I -- Tom is Veronica's 
father -- have a function we have to attend.  You must come 
sometime for dinner, though.  Will you do that?"

She was still holding my hand.  I felt drawn to her.  She 
was magnetic.

"Yes," I mumbled out.

"Mom please!" Veronica said, "Can we go inside?"

"Sure, dear," her mother said.

We went inside.  "God she is embarrassing," Veronica 
exclaimed.

Her house was modest, but looked comfortable.  It had old, 
wood paneled walls, and some lovely vintage furniture that 
looked well used.  I could see dirty dishes were still piled
up in the sink.

She strutted across the living room, beckoning me to follow 
her.

"Let's go to my room," she said.

I followed.  I tried to stay calm, to act like this was 
normal, but my heart was beating a million miles an hour.

We went down a long hallway and passed through her door.

Her room was messy, with clothes strewn about everywhere.  
There was a big poster of an artistically styled skull on 
the wall, and there were fliers from bands I had never heard
of.  She had a desk, a couple of chairs, and a big, comfy 
looking bed with a light blue blanket.  She sat down on it, 
looking at me.

I stood sheepishly, halfway across the room.

She just waited for me, starring at me intensely.  I noticed
the hem of her skirt and her legs.  I saw her hard nipples, 
poking out under her blouse.  They were so fucking sexy.

I was afraid.

She waited.  She cocked her head to the side a bit.

"Will you sit next to me?" she asked.

I walked over and sat next to her.  My arms hung by my side.
I breathed deeply as my heart hammered in my chest.  She 
stroked me gently, up and down my back.  She kissed my neck,
slowly.  I turned to her, and we embraced.

"I was really scared my first time," she said, "I was with 
Jennifer, my old girlfriend.  Neither of us had any idea 
what to do.  We just knew we wanted to touch each other, and
feel really good.  We took forever, the first time.  Just 
touching and kissing and stuff."

"You just touched and kissed?"

"Well, yeah to start with.  Then we did other stuff."

She paused.

"OK look," she went on, "I want it to be like that for you.
Let's go really slow.  My parents won't be home for hours.  
We have plenty of time.  Does that sound good?"

"Yeah.  It does."

I relaxed a bit, and lay one hand tentatively on her thigh.
Her skin was very soft.

She smiled, and said, "I'm just going to lie down here, and 
you can just touch me, or do whatever you want."

She lay back next to me, and reached up with one hand 
stroking my face.

I crawled up onto the bed, and sat on my knees next to her.
She waited.  I reached down and slowly unbuttoned her 
blouse.  I opened it, exposing her breasts.  Her nipples 
were dark and swollen, and very pointy.  I reached out and 
pinched one.  She let out a long, gentle sigh, but didn't 
say a word.  I played with her nipples, watching her face.  
Her eyes closed, and she cooed.

It was incredible.  Such small touches gave her so much 
delight.

I reached around her back, hugging her and pulling her up a 
bit.  She sat up halfway, leaning on her arms.  I leaned 
down and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently on it.
She smiled and quietly moaned.

She sat up completely, bringing her breasts close to me.  I 
sucked and licked them.  She wrapped her arms around me, 
holding my head to her chest.

After a while, she started to squirm.

"That feels so good," she said.

I began to get really passionate.  Feeling her writhe around
in my arms was the most amazing thing.  I started moving my 
hands around, touching her.  I leaned back, pulling her on 
top of me.  I felt her weight.  Her knee slipped in between 
my legs, and I felt her thigh press against me.

I rocked my hips, rubbing and pressing.  I couldn't help it.
It felt so good.  Delightful little tingles passed up my 
body, from down there.  I clamped my mouth firmly around a 
nipple and sucked, rocking my hips up and down.

My pussy felt so good.

She noticed what was happening, and began to move her leg up
and down.  The fabric of my skirt was sliding up and down 
over my panties.  It was amazing.  I hoped that it would 
never stop.

I moaned deeply.  I had no idea my pussy could feel like 
that.

I reached down behind her and pulled her skirt up, trying to
feel her panties beneath it.  I rubbed her butt, then 
reached further, pressing my fingers up between her legs, 
stroking her.  It was damp there.

She separated from me, pulling away.  I reached out, trying 
to keep her close, to keep the pleasure happening.

Oh my god it was amazing!

She pulled away, pushing me back gently.  "Lie back, 
sweetie," she said, "I think you're ready for this."

She got off of the bed, and pulled me over so that my legs 
hung off the side.  She pushed my skirt up -- my little 
lavender and lilac skirt that I loved so much -- and pulled 
my panties down and off.

I spread my legs wide.  I guessed what she wanted to do, and
I couldn't wait.

At first, she stroked me with her fingers.  I felt shocks of
pleasure shoot up my body.  The muscles in my legs twitched.
My mouth opened and I cooed.  Then she leaned in and licked.
Her tongue was soft and wet.  I felt her press it inside of 
me, into my hole.  I felt her run it up the length of my 
pussy, and then she closed her mouth around my clit, teasing
it with her tongue.

The pleasure was intense.  My clit was -- I can't even put 
it into words.  Every time I thought my pussy felt as good 
as it possibly could, she did something to make it feel even
better.

I moaned.  I looked down at her head between my legs, and 
stroked her shocking, beautiful magenta hair.

Then something changed, and I felt like I was in heaven.

"Oh Veronica, something is happening to me," I gasped out, 
just trying to breath.

She didn't say anything, she just kept licking, now harder 
and rhythmically.

It wasn't just my pussy anymore.  It was like my whole body 
was overcome with delight.  Every single part of me felt 
intensely good.  Every nerve was sensitive, tingling.  Then 
something started happening in my head, in my brain.  An 
overpowering hum of perfect pleasure!  I slammed back into 
the bed, my body rigid.  My eyes rolled back into my head.

I couldn't think.  I couldn't sense anything at all, except 
how fucking good my pussy felt.

I cried out in ecstasy.  I thrashed around.  I felt a brief 
moment of calm.  Then another wave of intense pleasure hit 
me.  I moaned deeply.  I reached down and grabbed Veronica's
head, pulling her closer, rocking my pussy against her face.

It happened again.  I was overcome.

Then my muscles relaxed, and the intensity passed.  I lay 
back, glowing with an amazing sense of warmth.  I could feel
her, still squatting between my legs, gently stroking the 
inner part of my thighs, kissing them.

"Veronica," I said softly.

"Yes, my love," she answered.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt."

"That's the whole idea," she said.

"I need to relax a bit."

"Take all the time you need."

She got up onto the bed, and lay next to me.  She gently 
stroked my chest through my t-shirt, pinching my nipples, 
and softly kissed my mouth.

After a while she said, "I guess I didn't keep my promise.  
I didn't do a very good job of going slow."

I giggled.  The warmth of the orgasm still clung to me.  "I 
don't really mind," I said.

"So, shall we return to what we were doing?" she asked, 
"Where were we again?  Oh yes, you were playing with my 
body."

"Let's take off our clothes," I said.

We got up off the bed.  Her blouse still hung from her 
shoulders unbuttoned, so I reached forward and helped her 
slip it off.  The I dropped to my knees and undid her skirt,
and let it fall to the floor.  Her panties were turquoise 
and sheer.  I slowly pulled them down.

I can't believe how eager I felt.

I stood back up and pulled my t-shirt off while she loosened
my skirt and lowered it.

"Did I mention how fucking sexy that skirt is?" she said.

"Yeah.  You did."

We kissed again, our bare breasts pressing against each 
other.  Then she lay back down on the bed.

I pulled her legs to the edge like she had done to me.  I 
squatted down before her and parted her legs.

"Fuck yeah!" she said.

Her pussy was beautiful.  Her labia were large and pink, and
looked like petals.  With one hand, I gently spread them.  I
leaned forward slowly, gazing up at her.  She sat up a bit, 
and our eyes locked.  She waited, breathing heavily.

I did it.  I licked her.  I ran my tongue up from her hole 
to her clit.  I kissed, gently.  She lay back down, and 
pressed her hips forward.  I grasped her, wrapping my arms 
around both legs from below.  I licked again, and then some 
more.

She moaned.  I felt her writhe.  I continued, running my 
tongue around, pressing it into her hole.  I did to her the 
things that she'd done to me.  She reached down and gently 
stroked my hair.  I wanted to make her feel how I felt.  I 
wanted her to make her cum.

I could tell when it began.  She started breathing really 
heavily.

"Oh god Amy!  Right there!  Keep doing that!"

I ran my tongue around her clit, over and over again with a 
sharp rhythm.  Her body tensed up.  She cried out, and 
grabbed my hair, pulling hard.  She thrashed about.  She 
cried out again.

"Oh god, don't stop!" she said.

It was amazing.  God I loved feeling her cum.  I kept 
licking, and she slammed back into the bed again.  She 
moaned deeply.  I kissed her clit, sucking on it.

"Oh oh oh!  Stop!  That's enough!  Oh god!"

She pushed my head back from her pussy, then fell back into 
the bed giggling.

"Oh Amy, thank you!"

I wanted to lick more.  I loved it.  I loved licking her 
pussy.  It was so amazing that I could make her feel that 
way!  She stopped me.

"It's too sensitive now, sweetie," she said, "That was so 
good, I need to relax."

I kissed her legs, licking up and down her thighs.  I 
crawled up next to her.  I pulled her to me, and kissed her 
passionately.

Oh my god I loved it!  I couldn't get enough.  I simply had 
to make her cum again.  I pushed her down, and leaned over 
her, sucking hard on her nipples while she recovered.

"Tell me when you're ready for more," I said.

"Amy, love, I need to relax.  After cumming so hard I can't 
just go again.  Anyhow, it's your turn."

"Later.  I want to make you cum again."

"Alright, but give me a few seconds at least."

I licked her nipples.  I pushed her hair aside, and kissed 
her neck.  I was going crazy with desire.  It was like the 
old shy, frightened, stupid Amy was gone.  The new Amy 
wanted to fuck Veronica, and nothing else.

I got down between her legs again and kissed her thighs.  I 
didn't touch her pussy, but I rubbed my fingers around its 
edges.

After a while she said, "OK, I'm ready, but please, be slow 
and gentle."

I felt like a racehorse ready to burst out of the gate.  I 
was about to charge in again, then I got an idea.

"Can I fuck it with my fingers?" I asked.

"Yeah, but slowly."

I slipped a finger into her hole, then another one.  I felt 
around, pressing up against the sides.

"Gently!  Please!"

I forced myself to slow down.  Oh god it was difficult.  I 
began to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her.  Then I 
lightly ran my tongue over her clit.

It didn't take her long.  She came, loud and hard.

"Oh Amy!  Oh Amy!  Oh Amy!" she cried out.  It was the most 
wonderful thing I could ever hear.  Something happened 
inside of me.  I felt pure bliss.

"Now you need to let me relax," she said, panting, "I don't 
think I could handle any more."

I was satisfied.  I was amazed.

When she got her wits back, we played more.  Then it was my 
turn again, and she fucked me with her fingers like I'd done
to her.  I had another orgasm.  Bolts of utter pleasure 
spread from my pussy, all across my body.  My mind exploded.

I would never be the same girl again.


*****


Afterward, we lay together in her bed, naked and clinging to
each other.  She put a CD on her stereo, and we listened to 
the dreamy, gentle music.  Outside, the sun went down, and 
her room grew dark.

We didn't say anything.  What could we say after that?

Before her parents returned, we dressed and she drove me 
home.  We kissed goodnight.  I walked into my house.

Veronica was from that moment, and forever, my dearest love


*****


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