Rashmi rocked on her heels as had become her habit. The swaying of her pendulous breasts soothed her nerves as she waited for her friend, though it wasn’t as soothing without the jingly chains. She wondered what could be so important that Carrie would call her out here in the middle of the day, or what could compel Carrie to skip Mrs. Sharpe’s class. It was everyone’s favorite. The other classes had, like, zero sex in them. Boring.

Still, something felt off to Rashmi. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she used to have a different habit, something to do with her hair? A braid? She pinched one of her raven locks between her fingers and studied it. That didn’t make any sense. The river of dark curls would take, like, forever to braid. Idly, she began twirling the strand between her fingers. That felt better, familiar somehow. 

The sound of a roaring engine brought Rashmi back to reality. She looked up to see a glistening, pink sports car winding its way towards the school’s front entrance. The sleek automobile moved with an almost unnatural grace. Rashmi didn’t know cars, but she recognized the little horsey logo as being fancy. As the car reached the steps, she also recognized the gorgeous woman behind the wheel. Even through the narrow window, Rashmi would know her bestie anywhere. “Carrie!” she squealed, bouncing her way down the steps. “Whoah, nice ride. Is it, like, a graduation present?” 

Carrie glided the car to a stop. “Sort of. I kinda wanted something simpler, but the person who gave it to me has expensive taste. Get in. I’ve got a surprise for you.” 

“But, we’ll miss class, like bad girls.”

Carrie flinched, as if the sing-song quality of Rashmi’s voice grated against her soul. “It’s okay. Mrs. Sharpe knows we’re doing this and very much approves.”

“Oh, okey-dokey then.” With no further protests, Rashmi opened the door and plopped down onto the cream colored leather. The upholstery made a wonderfully squeaky sound as she rubbed against it, which led Rashmi to wiggle in place. She giggled softly at the sound, grinding her ass against the seat to seemingly endless delight. Eventually, Carrie leaned over and fastened her seatbelt for her, which took some doing thanks to Rashmi’s ridiculous rack, but still Carrie managed. Then she put it in drive and pulled away from the school. 

The pair rode in uncomfortable silence for a second before Rashmi spoke, “So what kinda car is this?”

“I think she said it was a Ferrari Portofino Convertible.”

“Convertible?” Rashmi gasped. “Put the top down. Everything’s better topless.” Rashmi reached for the hem of her own shirt, but found herself foiled by the seatbelt, which she couldn’t figure out how to work.

Carrie hesitated, but complied, fumbling with the controls before finding the button. Then the roof lurched into motion, shining sections of pink metal tilting and sliding back into where the trunk would usually go. 

Rashmi stared up at the machinery in wide-eyed wonder. “Whoosh, swoosh, vroom,” she mumbled to herself as the hard top coiled itself away, opening the interior to the light and wind. “Wee,” Rashmi yelled at the road rushed by. She flung her arms in the air and savored the feeling of the air on her face and cleavage. Soon she was laughing in pure joy. 

Despite the worry knitting her brows, Carrie found herself laughing too. For just a moment she let herself be present with her best friend.

“Wow, Carrie. This is like a carnival ride.” 

“Yeah, I guess it is. I’m glad you like it,” Carrie muttered. Then she fell quiet, letting the sound of the engine and the road fill the silence. “Hey, Rash, would you mind calling me Caroline?” 

“But Carrie sounds so cute and cuddly!” 

“Please. For me?”

“Sure, I guess. Whatever you want, bestie.” 

Another brief silence stretched between them before Caroline spoke again. “So, how’s everyone else doing? Gwen? Travis?” 

“I dunno. Normal?” Rashmi answered with a shrug. “Gwen was acting all snooty, so Mrs. Sharpe made her volunteer to demonstrate in class. Travis seemed to like that.”

“Oh, thank god.” Caroline heaved a massive sigh. “I’m glad. I fixed as much as I could.” 

“Fixed what? Did Gwen break a nail at Prom or something? Sorry, I think I blacked out. I don’t remember too much.”

Caroline seemed lost in thought. Rashmi could relate to that. Thoughts were so confusing, like one of those big labry-thingies. Laboratory? Labrador? Oh, well. It didn’t matter. The point was they were confusing. 

“I didn’t do Gwen with a wish, so I was pretty sure I could fix her. Same for all the other girls, even Vilette’s collection.” 

“Fix her, like a dog?” Rashmi asked, confused. 

“Mrs. Sharpe is just expressing who she always was. And Travis, well I got lucky there.” Caroline almost seemed to be talking to herself as much as Rashmi. “I wished that he felt as strongly about me as I did about him. So when I stopped wanting him, it became mutual. But you,” Caroline’s bright pink eyes flitted away from the road, stealing a glance at her best friend. “But you . . .” she repeated, voice quivering. 

Rashmi didn’t understand why her bestie was so upset. What about her butt? She placed a comforting hand on Caroline’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Caroline. Take your time.” 

A little whimper escaped the cheer captain’s lips. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel until they shook. It still took her a while to find the words. “But you,” she finally continued. “There’s nothing I can do. The wishes can’t be undone. I can’t take back what I did to you. I’m so sorry, Rash. I’m so sorry,” she finished, voice breaking into a quiet sob. 

Rashmi cocked her head. She had no idea what her bestie was going on about. Had they gotten into an argument at Prom or something? She began slowly rubbing Caroline’s arm. “Hey, hey it’s okay. If we got in, like, a fight or something, I don’t even remember, so it can’t be that big of a deal. It’s in the past anyway.” 

A loud horn blared as Caroline briefly drifted out of her lane, but she quickly veered back on course. “I changed you and I can’t take it back.” 

“Don’t be silly. You couldn’t do that. I’m the same Rashmi I’ve always been. If you changed me, it was just by being such a good friend.”

Another muffled sob. “I don’t deserve you.” 

“Well, too bad! you’ve got me anyway,” Rashmi said cheerfully. 

“But you’re right, as usual.” At last, Caroline managed to get a hold of her breathing. “I can’t change the past. All I can do is try to be better to you in the present.” 

“A present? For me?” Rashmi said, clapping her hands together and sending her jugs jiggling again. 

“Kind of,” Caroline said as she turned off the main road and into a sleepy subdivision, rolling to a smooth stop before a nondescript house.

“Hey, I live here! What are we doing here?”

“Something we should have done a long time ago,” Caroline said, leading her friend inside. She waited for Rashmi at the threshold, and then gently swung the door open.

As the pair crossed the living room a set of thudding footsteps rushed out to meet them. 

“Rashmi? Is that you? What are you doing home in the middle of the day?” Rashmi’s Appa asked, emerging from his study with his face set in a scowl. “You should be studying.”

“Caroline said it was okay!” Rashmi yelped, cowering behind her bestie. 

“So if your friend says it’s alright, then you can just throw away your future? You’re squandering your opportunities.” Rashmi’s Amma appeared from the bedroom door, wearing only a silken robe with make up clearly half done. 

“Don’t yell at me,” Rashmi whined. “I’m a good girl. Caroline, tell them I’m a good girl.”

Caroline’s own curvaceous chest rose and fell in a heavy sigh. “I really try not to do this so much anymore, but if it’s for Rashmi’s sake, it should be okay,” she whispered under her breath before raising her voice. “I wish Rashmi’s parents would be distracted by something that they would enjoy and that would leave no lasting consequences, so we could get upstairs.”

The sun must have flashed in Rashmi’s eyes. She didn’t know why else everything would go all purpley.

“Anoopa, you talk some sense into her,” Rashmi’s Appa said, turning to his wife. “She always listens better to you.”

Anoopa, however, did not seem to be listening at all. Her stern expression had melted into a languid smile. Her posture had relaxed so completely that the robe had slipped off one of her shoulders, exposing a swath of smooth mahogany skin. “Oh, Prakash. They’re just kids having fun. They work so hard. Let them enjoy themselves,” she said in a dazed voice. 

“What’s gotten into you? We agreed, we would . . .” and then Prakash lost his own voice as Anoopa’s hand found his crotch. 

She glided up behind him like a silken shadow, nuzzling against his back. “Let them have their fun, Prakash. We were young too once. Remember when we would steal away, just the two of us. We haven’t done that in soo long,” she whispered. “Mmm, so long.” 

Even across the room, Rashmi could see her Appa’s pants tighten. With every stroke of his wife’s hand the tent grew and grew.  “I . . .I . . .I . . .” he stammered, desperately trying to maintain composure. He seemed to be just clinging to the edge of reason, at least until Anoopa leaned in and began kissing him softly on the neck. Then his face fell into the same dazed smile as his wife’s. “I just remembered something important we have to take care of in the bedroom.”

Then the two of them turned and walked back towards their room, Anoopa’s hand never leaving Prakash’s pants. 

Rashmi watched in stunned silence for a moment, “Appa and Amma are horny.”

“It should just be for a little bit,” Caroline said as she threaded her fingers through Rashmi‘s own.

Rashmi‘s hazel eyes darted down to their interlaced fingers. “You’re holding my hand,” she gasped in wonder. “I like that.”

Caroline smiled. Not the anxious half smile she’d been giving all day, but a warm genuine smile. “Good. I like it too.”

“I like you,” Rashmi blurted out. She took a single step forward. She didn’t know when she had gotten so bold. Somewhere in the haze of her memories something screamed not to wait to express her feelings. For once, she wasn’t overthinking it, or thinking much at all for that matter. She just did it.

“I like you too. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Rashmi squealed with joy. She hadn’t understood how desperately she’d wanted to hear those words until they reached her ears. She was, of course, and had always been a big bimbo slut. She knew that as surely as she knew her own name. She’d happily fuck basically anyone, but she’d only ever loved one person; her sweet Caroline. Only Caroline could really understand her. She was the only one who had faced the struggles of sporting such a ridiculous rack. She shared the challenges of answering tough thinky questions for quiz bowl. She knew what it was like to be lusted after by men and women in equal measure. She just got it. And most importantly she liked Rashmi back. Rashmi could wait no longer. She closed the distance and tenderly kissed Caroline right on the lips.

She lost herself in the pillowy warmth of her best friend. She softly moaned into Caroline‘s mouth and found Caroline doing the same, forming a thrumming chorus that melded with the staccato rhythm of their smacking lips. The symphony of their kiss filled the silence of the now empty living room, blocking out the rest of the world. 

When Rashmi finally pulled back, Caroline’s sharp eyes had gone dull and droopy and a dreamy smile covered her face. Rashmi always knew she was a good kisser, but it still satisfied her to see Caroline so infatuated. A tiny part of her had worried that she wouldn’t be good enough for her crush, but seeing her smile like that erased those doubts. 

Of course, she had no idea that her kisses carried the power of Vilette‘s magic or that her best friend was now thoroughly under her control. Rashmi could’ve given any command in the world and Caroline would’ve obeyed, but she possessed no knowledge of that fact, and besides, thinking of commands would have been a lot of work. Instead she just asked, “So why did we come to my house again?”

“I have a surprise for you,” Caroline said in a hollow voice.

“Oh, right. Surprise!” Rashmi squeaked as she jumped and clapped her hands. “I love surprises. I wanna see.”

Caroline seemed to come back to herself as Rashmi's inadvertent suggestion settled over her. After a few slow blinks, she turned and led her bestie up the stairs.

The sensation of following Caroline on the stairs felt oddly familiar to Rashmi, as though she had done it recently. She couldn’t place how or why, but as Caroline‘s magnificent ass flexed and swayed before her, it just felt right. Except Rashmi was pretty sure she'd been going downstairs before and now they climbed upwards. That didn’t matter though. If anything, the view was better this time. 

Still, she felt a smidge perplexed as they stopped outside her bedroom door. Rashmi had been in there just this morning and found no trace of any exciting surprise, nor did she know how Caroline would have snuck in to plant such a thing. 

As the door swung open, the sight inside took her breath away. Her little twin bed had been upgraded to a king, complete with four post thingies and a canopy of silver satin. Despite its enhanced size, the bed appeared totally tiny in the newly expanded space. To one side of her bed and desk stood a huge-mungous screen and rows of raked movie theater seats, and not the crappy old upholstered ones either; the nice new leather ones with the adjustable buttons that Rashmi loved to play with. But that wasn’t all. To the other side of her bed, where there had only been a bookshelf before, now an entire ice cream parlor sprawled into the space. The colorful kaleidoscope of cartons called to Rashmi from their case. She rushed over and pressed her face against the glass, which also had the side effect of smooshing her breasts against the cold surface. The sudden sensation made Rashmi giggle. 

“How can I, like, serve you?” a bubbly voice asked. 

Rashmi looked up to see a woman of unnatural beauty standing behind the counter. She had long luscious hair of brilliant violet. Rashmi marveled at how convincing the dye job was. It really looked like the woman’s natural color. She even had contacts in the same shade of deep purple. The pink choker didn’t quite match, but Rashmi still found it cute. The stranger’s breasts peeked out from a striped pastel shirt, like two big scoops of vanilla in a waffle cone. Again, the stranger seemed familiar, though also different, though also familiar. Oh well. Rashmi had more important things to worry about.

“I’ll take one of everything!” 

“Your wish is, like, my command,” the stranger answered cheerily as she began scooping ice cream into little glass bowls. 

“Okay, good,” Caroline sighed. “She seems to be behaving. I was a little nervous about that.” 

Rashmi pranced back over to her bestie. “Is she, like, your employee or something?” 

“Something like that.”

“You have employees?!” Rashmi gushed. “How did you do all this? How did you even get all this stuff in here? I coulda sworn my room wasn’t this big this morning.”

“Magic.” 

“Fine, you don’t have to, like, tell me if you don’t wanna. It’s still very sweet.”

“It was the least I could do,” Caroline answered with a sheepish smile, before her pink eyes turned down again. “It doesn’t make up for everything I did to you, but I had to try.”

Again Rashmi felt baffled. As far as she could tell Caroline hadn’t done anything to her. Something must have gone down at prom. “Look if we got in a fight or something, I forgive you.”

“You can’t forgive me. You don’t even know what I did.” 

“Doesn’t matter,” Rashmi said matter of factly. 

“I promise it does.”

“Nu-uh.” Rashmi knew exactly how to settle this. She kissed Caroline once more, tilting the brunette’s head back with a delicate finger. When she withdrew, the same dopey grin greeted her again. “No more sad Caroline. I love my surprise, so you should be happy and relax.”

“Happy . . . Relax,” Caroline repeated. Suddenly she sagged forward as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. As she did, her enormous melons leaned against Rashmi’s own. 

A warm numbness began creeping over her, where their tits touched. The tingles traveled over her skin and into her thoughts, spreading a sort of calm blankness in their wake. Rashmi’s mind was generally a quiet place to begin with, but the warmth washing over her silenced everything besides a steadily building pleasure.  “Oh, that feels nice. More.”

“More,” Caroline repeated. Without a moment's hesitation she pulled her shirt over her head, similarly discarded her bra, and pressed her peaks against Rashmi once again. 

The pleasure spread faster now, causing Rashmi’s own nipples to stiffen in response. Along with the relentless sensation came the word ‘More.’ It echoed through the vacant cavern of Rashmi’s mind, although she wasn’t exactly sure what she should keep doing more of. Then it came to her, she’d just been kissing Caroline, so that was obviously it. “More,” she said again. Then she brought her lips back to Caroline’s, effortlessly parting them and beginning to play. 

Caroline, of course, heeded her new command and raised her hands to her own breasts. She began kneading them against Rashmi’s, like a bunch of balloons in an inflatable pillow fight. 

Rashmi couldn’t recall exactly when her clothing had come off, only that it had, which was all that mattered. She needed more of her skin touching Caroline’s, more bouncing, more jiggling, more kissing, more touching. “More.” Whenever one of them came up for air that same word slipped out, driving them both onwards and deeper under each other’s spells. 

Caroline slipped a supple thigh between Rashmi’s legs to give her something to grind against, which she did without hesitation. The drumbeat of ‘More,’ drove Rashmi onwards as her naked body gyrated. Everything fell away except the pounding rhythm of their breathing and the warmth of skin rubbing against skin. Rashmi didn’t know if she’d ever felt so happy. 

“More,” Caroline mouthed against her waiting lips. 

The command pulsed through Rashmi, but she had no more to give. She was already naked and grinding, what more was there? Then it came to her. Gripped by a compulsion to obey, she seized Caroline’s shoulders and pushed her against the bed. The dazed cheerleader stumbled backwards, far too drunk on sex to catch herself, and fell, splaying her body out across the bed. 

Rashmi admired her friend for just a moment before she pounced. Her perfectly toned arms lay back, stretched above her head, giving Rashmi easy access to whatever she wanted. Her rich chestnut hair spilled and spiraled across the sheets like a tapestry. Her boobs bounced just slightly as her chest heaved in ragged breaths. Her pink eyes looked up at Rashmi with pure adoration. 

The brief break in contact had somehow caused the all consuming numbness to recede. A few dull embers of thought sputtered to life in Rashmi’s mind. One thought flashed immediately to the surface, something she just had to say. The only way she could give Caroline more than she already had. The most precious thing she could give. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Caroline answered. 

Then Rashmi pounced, diving onto Caroline’s exposed pussy like one of those really fast birdies, whose name she couldn’t recall. She found Caroline already wet, absolutely sopping. Beads of her arousal rolled down Rashmi’s cheeks. 

“Rash, wait. I can’t let you do that for me,” Caroline said, apparently having received her own window of clarity. 

Rashmi growled in frustration. “Look, I said no more guilty stuff. Let me please you.”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean I can’t let you do that for me without doing something for you.”

Rashmi instantly understood and shimmied her way onto the bed. After a little more swaying and squirming, the two quizbowl captains had arrived at the desired position, each one with her head squarely between the other’s legs. 

Caroline’s lips closed around Rashmi’s little clitty and she released a breathy moan. She hadn’t realized how close to the edge she’d gotten. Still she wouldn’t neglect Caroline. Her own tongue darted out in a series of tantalizingly teasing licks. Her friend’s thighs shivered around her, which only drove Rashmi further on. She pressed her mouth against Caroline’s pussy, lapping up her juices with total devotion. 

As her lips made contact, Rashmi noticed Caroline’s own pace slowing. Ignorant to her own magics, Rashmi attributed the change to Caroline approaching her release. Rashmi pulled back just enough to whisper, “Cum for me.”

The response was as intense as it was immediate. Caroline began to convulse, hips vibrating against Rashmi’s face. “Cumming. . . .Cumming. . . Cum. . .Cum,” Caroline gasped as her words dissolved into incoherent moans and mewls.

Still Caroline’s breasts had enough control over Rashmi for the word ‘cum’ to land on her like an edict from on high. Before Rashmi understood what was happening, she was cumming alongside her bestie, face buried in the pale flesh of Carrie’s crotch, panting and gasping, breathing in the scent of arousal with every strained inhale. 

Slowly the cresciendo of their shared orgasm began to recede. The pair laid there, sweating and catching their breath, the bed a mess of tangled limbs and flowing hair. 

“Um, excuse me, Mistress,” a tentative voice said. 

Rashmi lifted her head to see the purple haired woman waiting patiently behind the ice cream counter. She had assembled an immaculate series of little glass bowls, each containing a different flavor of frozen treat. “I served all the ice cream. Do you, like, want anything else?”

Caroline crawled out from under Rashmi and sat up on the bed. Her lips curled into a soft smile as she looked first at the stranger and then at her love. Rashmi could practically feel Caroline’s gaze drinking in her every curve. When Caroline finally spoke there was no trace of the guilty worry she'd carried before, just a lazy contentment. “No thanks, V. I’ve got everything I want right here.” 

The End