“Never.” More tickling and giggling ensued. “Say it or I won’t stop.” Dana began wiggling her fingers above Alice’s stomach showing her that she wasn’t kidding.

“Ok ok I surrender”, Alice had been laughing so hard she now had a few tears streaming down her face. “Now get off of me jackass.”

“Why, is this turning you on?” Dana looked at Alice and grinned.

It wasn’t supposed to be a sexy grin but Alice couldn’t help but notice the position they were in and the grin on Dana’s face just increased the heat increasingly building between the writer’s legs. Alice ignored it although all she wanted to do was reach up, grab Dana’s face and pull her into a kiss that would leave her so breathless and turned on they would have to do it right here on the floor, front door open or not.

“No you’re crushing my ribs and I can feel my lungs deflating by the second”, Alice retorted. Dana laughed and had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed that the game was ending there; having a close encounters like this with Alice just awoke the desires she kept trying to store away all these years. Dana rolled off Alice and stood upright peering down at the writer still glued to the floor.

“Whatever, you know you liked it Alice, I know you love it rough”, Dana teased. Alice was a little shocked and taken aback by this comment. True she did like it spiced up in the sack but she wasn’t used to being ribbed by Dana about it. Dana was very shy about her sexual experiences and what she favoured in the bedroom department, usually listening to Alice rant about her sexual escapades than disclose her own. Alice just stared back at Dana trying to comprehend if Dana was flirting with her or just goofing around. She stood up, facing the brunette, inching a little closer until they were half a metre apart never breaking eye contact. Neither of them were grinning or laughing now. Both Dana and Alice’s heartbeats increased until they were sure the other one could hear the deafening thumping coming from their chests…BUZZ. Dana looked away first, as a blush of rouge appeared on her cheeks and walked past Alice to go fetch a well needed drink of wine. Alice answered the intercom in an irritated tone of voice, “yeah what?”

“Um I have a extra cheese, double pepperoni and spicy chicken pizza for a Miss Alice Pies…Pizeckk…Piozeck…Pp”

“Pieszecki”, Alice buzzed him in and cursed his timing. “Fucking moron, he is so not getting a tip”.