Clothes were thrown carelessly about the room as their bare flesh met, their skin hot.  Hearts pounded as hands began to search and grope.  Gasps echoed throughout the room as they slowly explored each other’s bodies, memorizing each curve and line.  Eyes closed tightly and hands gripped the sheets as they brought each other to submission.

The first time was a flurry of intense passion with a frantic need to fulfill their lust.  The second, which came only minutes after the first, was a much slower affair.  The roaming hands slowed their pace, trailing lightly over skin.  The pounding hearts slowed down a beat or two.  Breaths no longer came in short, hurried gasps.  They took their time to learn the other’s body, storing the information away for later use.

But would it happen again?  Staring at Jenny’s trembling lips and half-lidded eyes, Shane knew it would.  Still, she somehow managed to say aloud that it shouldn’t happen again.

Jenny nodded mutely, thinking the same thing.  Though they both agreed it couldn’t happen again, the women knew it would.  The fire had been ignited and was slowly growing.

They resisted roughly two days before once more giving in.  The pull was magnetic, and neither could stay away.  Finding herself once more holding a naked, sweaty Jenny close, both of them panting slightly, Shane again breathed in the scent of Jenny’s hair.  She found herself unable to comprehend the magnitude of emotion that came with every touch and look between them.  Long-forgotten feelings were reawakening inside of her.  Shane tried to fight them.

Jenny realized she was falling hard and fast for her roommate.  She, too, tried to fight and ignore those feelings. 

They both failed.

When Jenny wasn’t around, Shane would catch herself absentmindedly heading to the bathroom to sniff Jenny’s shampoo.  Likewise, when Shane wasn’t around, Jenny would find herself in Shane’s room curled up on the bed and pressing her face into the pillow and breathing deeply.

Neither was able to deny it any longer.  They had to confront the situation together.  Jenny insisted Shane could not get involved with her because she couldn’t drag Shane into her fucked-up life.  Shane pointed out that she had already been long ago “dragged” into that life, and that she herself was pretty fucked-up, as well.  Jenny was quick to retort that at least Shane didn’t cut herself.  This was followed by agonizing sobs on Jenny’s part, to which Shane quickly sprang into action to wrap the fragile woman into her arms.  Comfort soon turned into something else, and the pair was left naked and breathless on the floor, wondering what the ***** had just happened.