Holy cow, Dana! Tina burst out, not taking her eyes from the road. I almost got burnt from where I was standing! The last thing you needed was advice from us. Dana said nothing. Noticing the silence from the other side of the car, Tina looked over. Hey, you ok?

Breathing deeply, Dana slowly turned her head. Nothing a few hours with a shower massage wont cure.

Tina whistled soundlessly. Im torn between jealousy and TMI. Tinas phone rang and she answered it, carrying on a quick conversation. Hanging up, she turned to Dana. Apparently, youre not the only one to feel that way. That was Shane and she wants me to tell you shes sorry but she would prefer to go home and change because shes been in the same clothes all day. Shell meet us there.

Dana leaned back in her seat. I didnt even think of that. Oh well, I guess Ill see her later then.

They lapsed into silence for the rest of the short drive, Tina occasionally shooting glances. Dana was somewhat disappointed but trying not to show it. She was proud of her unusual boldness, but worried that shed pushed too far. Looking out the window, she tried to still her whirling thoughts.

**

Shane stood, her hands braced against the shower wall, the cascading hot water caressing her skin not helping her peace of mind in the least. What the ***** is wrong with me? I gotta get a grip here. Yet her brain insisted on replaying in slow motion every moment of the afternoon. Running her fingers through the silky strands of Danas soapy hair. The inviting column of her neck as Dana leaned back over the sink. Shanes mouth had watered from wanting to run her tongue over the pulse shed seen beating just below the skin. Shed counted herself lucky that the drape had effectively covered most of Danas body from view but there was a huge down side. Shane had been constantly aware that beneath that barrier, Dana was wearing newly bought lingerie that was barely there. The thought sent a blaze of heat straight through her.

And *****, that look she gave me. Shane had thought her clothes were going to catch fire from Danas gaze alone, never mind the rising temperature in her own body. A flash of putting that nervously darting tongue to work jolted her back to reality.

Shane looked down at her crotch, frowning. Oh no, you dont. Not going there. I am *not* going to get off thinking about Dana, she growled unconvincingly.

Against her will, just uttering her name brought up images of Dana relaxing at home a few weeks back in the most adorable Hello Kitty shorts and camisole set. Shanes heart started to pound as she remembered those long muscular legs, tanned from playing on the court and that washboard belly as Dana stretched unselfconsciously, her nipples tenting the thin fabric. Shane groaned and shifted, hissing a breath through her teeth as she realized that not all the wetness she felt was from the shower. Her ***** pulsed in time with her heartbeat as she lingered over pictures of those perfect ***** and firm *****. Giving in guiltily, it only took one, two, three strokes to bring her ***** crashing through her. Catching her breath, Shane realized that, in spite of the shattering release, it put only a very small dent in the raging arousal that had plagued her since Radar.

I am so fucked.