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‘I-I only got him six weeks ago,’ Makayla snuffled, her lower lip trembling. ‘B-but we’d made a real connection, you know?’

Kim put an arm around the girl’s quivering shoulders, said, ‘I know. I’m sooo sorry.’

The two young women stared at the goldfish floating belly up in the goldfish bowl.

‘Nemo was a good fish,’ Kim commented softly, sliding her left hand down over Makayla’s hand, squeezing it.

‘Th-the best!’ Makayla burst into tears.

Kim hugged the girl tighter. ‘Hey, don’t cry. He’s gone to a better place.’ She brought the girl’s hand up and kissed it, lightly tongued it. ‘But I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you. I’m not going anywhere.’

The tall, willow-thin redhead turned Makayla around in her arms. She gazed lovingly, lustfully at her sobbing friend, then lifted the girl’s chin with her fingers, brushed some of the tears off Makayla’s chubby chocolate cheeks.

Makayla blinked her large liquid-brown eyes, her voluptuous body shuddering with a brave gulp. ‘Th–thanks, Kim. You’re the best – too.’

Kim smiled, her green eyes shining, feeling the heat of her friend’s lush body so close, the hot, panting breath of the girl. She traced her wet fingertips over Makayla’s cheeks, down to the young woman’s lips, ran them along the soft plush pair. Then she moved her head closer and gently pressed her own glossy red lips to Makayla’s cheek, kissing, licking away the young woman’s tears.

Makayla shivered, not sure what was happening. She’d only known Kim for a couple of months, since they’d met at the sandwich shop. They’d struck up an instant rapport, Kim, being a year older, exhibiting patience and understanding of Makayla’s relative immaturity as befitted her experience.

‘Um, well, I guess I’ll get over it,’ the unabashed drama queen admitted, sniffling.

‘I know you will,’ Kim murmured, brushing her moist lips over Makayla’s lips. ‘But will I get over you, girl?’ She pulled Makayla even closer, so that their hot bodies pressed together, beat together. She firmly planted her mouth on Makayla’s mouth.

Makayla’s eyes went wide, wide and dry. Her friend’s lips were moving against her lips, the girl’s arms sliding down her curved back and onto her mounded bum cheeks.

She’d never been consoled like this before. Most of her friends and family just barely tolerated her emotional outbursts, had learned to ignore them. But Kim was different – way different – so sensitive and caring, attuned to Makayla’s feelings and needs. Still, the pretty redhead’s hands digging into Makayla’s bum cheeks, her tongue searching for an opening between Makayla’s lips, was a little over the top for such a solemn occasion.

Makayla jerked her head back. ‘Um, I guess I’d better bury Nemo. A private ceremony, I think, would be best.’

Kim licked her lips, tasting Makayla’s blueberry lipgloss, breathing deep of the girl’s peachy body spray. ‘Are you sure? I’m here for you, Makayla. Whenever you need me. However you need me.’

‘Yeah, I’m good,’ Makayla gulped.

Kim brought over a new goldfish the next day, a black moor, Nemo the Sixth. Now that she’d baited the hook, she knew there would be other overemotional occasions to reel the cute girl in.

* * *

Two nights later, Kim received a frantic phone call.

‘It’s me, Kim! Makayla! I’m stuck! My stupid car broke down! I’m scared! I don’t know –’

‘Where are you?’ Kim responded, quickly plunging her free hand into her panties, over the top of her tingling pussy.

She was sprawled out on her bed at home, in just her bra and panties. She’d been waiting hopefully for just such a call from her close friend. And now the sound of Makayla’s sweet, shrill voice, the girl’s heavy, panicked breathing, sent currents of sexual electricity coursing through her lean body, charging her pussy. She slid her fingers through her trim ginger fur, over her slick, puffy pink lips. ‘Talk to me, girl!’ she exhaled.

‘Well, um, I was driving home from the sandwich shop, right?’ Makayla took a deep breath that swelled her swollen chest, Kim’s swollen pussy lips. ‘And, all of a sudden-like, my car just died! And-and I can’t get it started!’

Kim pulled the cellphone out of her ear and punched the speaker button, popped up a picture of Makayla’s smiling face on the display, and then pushed her bra up over her breasts. She propped the small handheld up on her emptied bra and cupped a taut, creamy-white cone of heated flesh beneath, rubbing her pussy with her other hand, staring at Makayla’s gorgeous, grinning face urging her on, like the girl’s breathless voice vibrating through her body.

‘Um, you still there, Kim?’

Kim moaned, squeezing her tit, buffing her clit. ‘I’m here for you, sweetheart! Always!’ She pinched her stiffened nipple, and her body arched, clit throbbing under her rubbing fingertips. ‘But, uh, where exactly are you?’ she groaned.

Makayla looked out the windshield at the darkened street. She had to drive through an industrial section of town to get home, and now the long, deserted warehouses and looming, empty factory buildings frightened her in the dark. There was no one around – no one to help her if someone happened along and found her trapped in her dead car. The night was hot, but she had all the windows rolled up, the doors locked.

‘Um, I’m not sure. I’m no good with directions. You know the route I take. You drove me home once, remember?’ Her voice trilled on the thin edge of self-induced hysteria. ‘I’m in the middle of all these big plants and warehouses and stuff! All by myself!’

Kim bit her lip, Makayla’s desperate voice making her desperate. Her hand bulged her cotton panties, flying back and forth, other hand kneading her uncupped breasts, fingers pulling on the pulsating cherry-red tips. Makayla’s face bounced right before her. ‘I know where you are, sweetie!’ she gasped. ‘I’m coming for you, baby! I’m coming –’

Makayla’s ear rang with Kim’s muffled shriek.

Kim shuddered, jumped, riding her clit-polishing fingers, her nipple-pinching digits, Makayla’s face and voice, to the dizzying heights of phone-sex ecstasy.

‘You’re going to come and get me?’ Makayla innocently asked.

‘Yes! God, yes!’

Kim easily located Makayla’s late-model purple Chevy Sprint parked next to the curb on Industrial Boulevard. She drove past the disabled vehicle and then made a U-turn, pulled up behind.

Makayla jumped when Kim tapped on the window, then, when she recognised her friend, dropped the tyre iron she’d been gripping. She rolled the window down an inch with shaking fingers.

‘It’s me – Kim,’ Kim explained. The warm gush of air from Makayla’s heavy sigh flooded her face, and her pussy tingled anew. She’d put on a pair of white short-shorts and a green halter top, and her long smooth limbs shone porcelain under the streetlight, her freshly painted lips glistening in a reassuring smile.

Makayla was still dressed in her sandwich-shop uniform, the tight tan blouse barely holding back her full breasts, tight black stretchpants moulding to the generous curves of her hips and butt. The girl’s ebony skin gleamed dark and velvety, like her eyes.

Kim helped Makayla step out of the car, then hugged the young woman. Makayla shivered, despite the heat of the night. Kim reluctantly let go of the girl and looked inside the vehicle. ‘You ran out of gas,’ she announced, bobbing her head back out and up. ‘That’s all.’

‘B-but I just filled up the tank a couple of days ago,’ Makayla stammered. ‘At least, I think I did.’

Kim squeezed the girl’s bare arm, briefly caressed the satiny flesh. ‘No worries. I’ll drive you to a gas station, we’ll get some gas and come back and get your car started.’

Makayla smiled wide with relief. She allowed Kim to take her hand and lead her back to Kim’s orange Firefly. Kim opened the passenger-side door for the girl, watching Makayla’s plump buttocks clench and ripple as she climbed into the seat.

‘You all right now?’ Kim asked, sliding into the driver’s seat close to Makayla.

Makayla’s teeth shone white, her shoulders heaving in a sigh, her big breasts along for the ride, stretching her top. ‘Yup. Thanks so much, Kim! I really appreciate it!’

Kim grinned. She held out her arms, and Makayla filled them with her ripe young body.

‘That’s what good friends do for each other,’ Kim whispered in the girl’s ear. ‘Among other things.’ She kissed Makayla’s neck, pressing her lips against the warm, sensitive skin.

Makayla pulled her head back when she felt Kim’s moist tongue-tip touch her neck. She stared into Kim’s shining eyes, goose bumps prickling her arms.

Kim moved her head forward, pressed her lips into Makayla’s, holding the girl so tight that their breasts mashed together, Makayla’s large soft ones smothering Kim’s smaller, firmer ones. She used the hot, tight confines of the car, Makayla’s rescued gratitude, to slide her tongue in between Makayla’s parted lips and bump it up against the girl’s tongue.

Makayla jerked, surprised, shocked – excited. Her friend really did like her, a lot! So what was wrong in showing it? She owed Kim, for helping her deal with the loss of her fish and the breakdown of her car. She lifted her tongue to Kim’s gently probing tongue, and the two young women swirled their lickers together.

The slippery pink appendages wrapped around one another, more urgently, more openly, more erotically. Kim surged with delight. She slid her hands off Makayla’s back and brought them around, in between, onto the girl’s overblown breasts. She squeezed the heavy pair, kneaded the thick, heated flesh.

Makayla shuddered, her friend’s hands on her sensitive breasts, the girl’s fingers on her electric nipples, flooding her body and brain full of feeling. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t resist what was happening to her – another woman frenching her, fondling her breasts and nipples. Her pussy brimmed with wicked wet sensation.

Kim yanked Makayla’s blouse out of the girl’s pants and shot her hands up and under, clasping Makayla’s bare breasts. They filled her slender hands to overflowing, hot and ripe and smooth. Makayla moaned, and Kim broke away from the girl’s stiffened tongue and dropped her head down to suck on Makayla’s tits.

Makayla pushed Kim back, fumbled her blouse back down and turned around in the seat, suddenly coming to her senses. ‘Let’s get that gas, huh?’ she gasped.

Kim sat stunned for a moment, her mouth open and tongue hanging out, awfully empty hands grasping at thin air. Then she gave her head a shake and rasped, ‘Oh, sure. OK.’ Disappointed now, but confident that in the future she’d be driving Makayla to more than just a fuel station – driving the luscious chocolate bunny wild.

* * *

‘I-I wanted to surprise him, you know? S-so I snuck into his apartment with the key he gave me. He was supposed to be sleeping, because he works the graveyard shift.’ Makayla’s long, fluttering eyelashes flung tears, her voice rising to a wail. ‘But … he was in his bedroom, all right! Having sex with another woman!’

She burst out crying again, and Kim tightened her grip on the girl’s sobbing shoulders. They were in Makayla’s bedroom, sitting on Makayla’s bed. Kim had rushed over as soon as she’d gotten the plaintive phone call, being there for her good friend.

‘It wasn’t even anybody I know!’ Makayla cried through her hands. ‘Just some – some slut!’

‘You mean, a professional?’ Kim breathed in apparent amazement. She slid her right hand down off Makayla’s shoulder to gently but firmly clutch the side of the girl’s bulging breast.

Makayla jerked her head up and stared at Kim. ‘Yeah! I think so! Judging from the leopard-print skirt and fishnet stockings and thigh-high leather boots and neon-red tube-top I saw lying around all over the floor.’

‘The bastard!’ Kim hissed.

‘We’d been dating four months, you know? I thought maybe we had something, like, special.’

‘Men!’ Kim gritted.

‘He tried to say that she came on to him, just showed up at his place out of the blue, that she meant nothing to him. But I was too upset to listen.’