Tina joined Dana at the table, “Do I want to know why you’re wearing Al’s clothes?”

            Dana smiled, “She hid mine.”

            “Dana, just because we’ve lost contact don’t think we don’t care about you or that we don’t think about you.  We do.” 

            “I know.”        

            Alice strolled into the kitchen seeing her friends embracing, “Stop feeling up my woman, T.”

            Tina laughed as she pulled away from Dana, “It’s very hard not to.”

            Alice sat on Dana’s lap.  “Try harder.  You have your own to feel up.”  She gave Dana a kiss on the cheek.  “Did I miss anything interesting?”

            “Sorry.” Dana responded.

            “We were just catching up.  Listen, Al, I’m going to run and get some errands done.  Call me later and maybe the three of us can grab dinner.”  Tina hugged the two women before leaving. 

            “So how’d it go?”

            “Tina was cool.”

            “See, nothing to be afraid of.”

            Dana buried her face in Alice‘s back before kissing her neck.

            Alice moaned and leaned into Dana. She reached behind her, wrapping her arm around Dana’s head.  “You feel so good, Dane.” 

            “I like having you in my arms.”

            “Can we move this somewhere else?”

            “What’d you have in mind?”

            Alice lifted herself off Dana’s lap and held out her hand.  “Come here.”  Dana looked up at Alice for a few seconds before giving in and getting up.  Alice began walking towards the couch.  Dana hesitated again, raising an inkling of concern for Alice.  Alice rushed over to Dana, leaping into her arms and wrapping her legs around the athlete’s waist before planting a kiss on her lips.  Dana immediately supported Alice‘s weight with her arms and carried her to the couch without breaking the contact between their lips.  They sort of fell onto the couch, unwilling to separate themselves, afraid that to do so would cause an invisible wall of fear or doubt to spontaneously spring between them.  They kissed as if the act itself was the very bane of existence.  That to stop would be like not breathing.  Both cherished the feel of the other’s lips and tongue as their own explored.