Stephanie let out a shaky breath. She wanted this… She knew she wanted this… If she didn't want this then why had she spent extra time making sure that her bra and panties were exactly the same shade of baby blue? If she didn't want this then why had she let her fingers softly linger on her own skin while she was in the shower, imagining they were Trish's fingers? If she didn't want this then why exactly was she outside of Trish's room, her hand raised, ready to knock on the door?

She wanted this… she most definitely wanted this… She wanted to feel soft lips pressed against her own in a heated frenzy… she wanted to feel strong yet gentle arms wrap around her waist, holding her against a body just as supple as her own… She wanted this… she wanted it badly… but if she wanted it then why was is so hard just to knock on the door?

Stephanie brought her hand back to her side, letting out another shaky breath. She was glad that no one was in this hall right now because she was sure she looked kinda suspicious, every now and then raising her hand to knock the door but bringing it right back to her side before it actually made contact with the wooden door.
What exactly was stopping her from knocking on that door? Was it fear? But fear of what? Contrary to popular belief, she really couldn't care less what people thought of her or what she was doing, after all she was a consenting adult, besides if she cared what people thought then wouldn't she have knocked on Trish's door as quick as possible and got into the room before anybody saw her? That would have been the logical thing to do… and well… she wasn't doing it… so fear of being seen was ruled out. So what else could it be?

Fear of having sex with possibly one of the most beautiful creatures to ever walk this Earth? Okay, now that was just stupid… She wanted this… she knew she wanted this. She quickly raised her hand and knocked the door before she could stop herself again.

She inhaled deeply as she heard the soft click of the door being unlocked. The door slowly opened and Stephanie knew that this fear… whatever it was of… it had to go now… she had defeated it because she had knocked and now she was being rewarded with the wonderful sight of Trish in all her glory.
Trish smiled.

"You came…" She said, moving aside so Stephanie could enter the room.

Stephanie didn't know why Trish sounded so surprised…. How could she not come?
Stephanie stepped into the room, noticing instantly that a light vanilla scent, a scent she had come to associate with Trish, lingered in the air.

Before Stephanie could even close the door behind her, she felt herself being pushed up against it, soft lips immediately being attached to her pulse point.
Stephanie whimpered softly at the sensation, feeling all the passion she had felt earlier rush back into her…
Trish kissed a heated path from Stephanie's neck to her lips, attaching their lips softly.

Stephanie moaned, her hands resting on the curves of Trish's hips. She wanted this… and by God she was going to have it!

Trish sucked on Stephanie's bottom lip lightly, enjoying the mewling sounds she was making. Her hands trailed under the soft material of Stephanie's shirt, coming to rest on the flesh of Stephanie's abdomen.

Stephanie ran her hands up and underneath Trish's t-shirt, relishing in the feel of her soft skin and then it hit her harder than a ton of bricks… It wasn't fear that had made her hesitant to knock the door before… it was guilt… after all… Trish was kinda sorta seeing her dad.
Stephanie pulled back from the kiss.
"Trish… we have to talk…" She said breathlessly.