A velvety smooth leg stepped out of the shower. Tiny droplets of water were descending off it, the scent of Ashley’s Black Cherry Vanilla wash captured within each, dampening the towel placed right outside the glass door Enrobed in a white towel, she glided over to her dresser and began to run a brush through her dark chocolate locks, followed by lathering of her skin in cocoa butter lotion. Drying herself off, she placed a pea-sized amount of the lotion in her hand and carefully ran it along her inner thigh. As she did so, her hand took on a new shape and form that was not of her own. It became Spencer’s, which was moving in deeper, evoking a faint moan to escape and a wetness forming between her legs.

Spencer sat upright, her eyes focused on what was going on in front of her. She tried to listen attentively to the sermon but her mind kept wandering, thinking about other things that made her divert her eyes from the priest in shame. Spencer’s gaze began to drift, the man dressed in all white moving farther away from within sight. She looked up at the purple colored banners that hung in honor of lent. So many different shades. They reminded her of the rainbow flags that lined the entry to Castro street, an area she felt compelled to explore but didn’t have the chance to yet. For some reason thoughts of Ashley began running through her head, wondering if her new charismatic friend hung out there.

Spencer realized she didn’t know much about Ashley except that she had great taste in makeup and, Spencer scolded herself for even thinking such a corny thought, but time literally stood still when Ashley spoke. There was something about the way Ashley moved and spoke with such confidence that kept Spencer on her toes. The very distracted teen ran the tip of her tongue along her lower lip, taking in the glossy biting taste of her now favorite product. As she did so, Spencer scooted forward, feeling uneasy about thoughts of Ashley capturing the angelic blue-eyed girl’s with her own tongue, right as it reached the edge of her mouth. Spencer gazed up with intense concentration, looking for some kind of sign or explanation.

“Are you ok?” Spencer’s mother asked giving her arm a gentle squeeze.

Spencer shot an alarmed glance back and nodded her head, feeling vulnerable by her mother’s gaze, as if the thoughts going through her head could somehow be seen. Spencer exhaled slowly, forming an “o” shape with her mouth. She repositioned herself, straightening her back even further, her back practically at a ninety degree angle to the pew. Realizing what a weird image she was projecting, Spencer relaxed her shoulders and again became engulfed in her own thoughts.

Ashley now had a firm yet careful grip on Spencer’s shoulders, rotating the palms of her hands against them, putting Spencer at ease. Spencer entered an extremely relaxed state and succumbed to Ashley’s touch. She began to drop her head, letting herself go, while Ashley’s hands slowly traveled south, sliding down, tickling the bareness of Spencer’s back. Reaching the very bottom of the shoulder blades, they began to curve around forward. Spencer’s breasts were now being cupped, gently cradled in the brunette’s hands before giving them a squeeze, using her thumbs to massage Spencer’s nipples. Spencer scooted to the edge of the pew and gripped the side, trying desperately to prevent herself from releasing an outcry of pleasure. Spencer bent down, hunching her back pretending to tie her shoes. Looking down at the ground, she realized she had to finish what she started. Closing her eyes, Spencer escaped again into the murky cloud of her thoughts.

Ashley’s hands had progressed downward, and just when Spencer thought she had enough of a grip on reality to control herself, Ashley gripped onto the smokey blue eyed girl’s waist with such animosity and force, and thrust herself into her hard. Gasping for air, Spencer tried to stand up and make a run for the bathroom. Her clit was throbbing.

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