Clara Oswald excitedly bounded out of the TARDIS doors. Today was the day she was going to meet Amy Pond.
After the TARDIS had shown her profiles of the Doctor's past companions, Clara was entranced by the photograph of Amy Pond. Remarking that the woman was "made of legs", Clara was instantly attracted to the tall ginger, privately thinking that she'd love to have those long legs wrapped around her head. That was why Clara had set out on a mission to meet the Doctor's former companion, and make her fantasies come true.
Arriving in a year that she knew Amy and Rory would still be living in the present day in the house the Doctor had given them, Clara crossed the street and knocked on the blue door. Although she knew Amy was happily married to Rory, she figured that she could come to some sort of arrangement. After all, she was the Impossible Girl. No situation was impossible for her.
The door swung open to reveal the sexy redhead she'd expected. "Hello, can I help you?" Amy asked politely. Never had a Scottish accent sounded so sexy to Clara.
The shorter woman was lost in her own dirty thoughts for a second before snapping back to reality. "Oh! Yes. Sorry." Clara blurted out in a scramble to save face. "I'm Clara. Clara Oswald. I travel with the Doctor, and I know you did too. I was wondering if I could come in for a chat."
"Of course!" a warm smile crossed Amy's face. The Doctor would always be one of her fondest people in the world, and she'd love the chance to chat to someone who really understood.
The two women chatted away for a good while, swapping stories of TARDIS adventures and shenanigans. Eventually Clara grew bold enough to make a move.
"Amy I must say, you are even more beautiful in person than I expected."
The Scottish woman blushed, taken completely off-guard. "Thanks. You're quite the looker yourself."
Clara grinned back. She knew how attractive she was, but that didn't take away from the effect of Amy telling her so.
"Amy, there was another reason I came here. You. I want you."
Amy exclaimed in shock at the gall of the woman. "Clara I'm flattered, but I'm happily married and I-"
"I know that. And I'm not asking to come in the way of you and Rory. But meeting you, seeing just how curvy you are up close, I want to feel them."
Amy's ears reddened. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?"
"Amy, you must know how sexy you are. Your ample bosom, those long legs that stretch for miles, that nice plump arse. I can't help but think how great they'd feel against my face."
"Clara, what are you asking?"
"Amy, please smother me."
"I think it's time for you to go," Amy began to stand, and that's when Clara reached across and pulled Amy back down. A grin spread wide across Clara as Amy's round rear fell and collided with her face. Amy looked down, her mouth wide open in shock at the foreign sensation of sitting on another woman's face. Amy knew she should get up and kick this mad woman out.
But she didn't. She found that she was genuinely enjoying the feeling of having Clara's round face underneath her butt, especially as the petite woman moaned into her curvy rear.
"Okay, you win," Amy voiced aloud. A cheeky grin crossed Clara's face beneath her, as she wrapped her arms around Amy's thighs. Feeling aroused, Amy began to grind her ass around on Clara, who let out some muffled squeals of delight in response. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
What do the two do next?
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