A short little update, sorry i havent been doing much writing had a busy and stressful week. But heres a little something, hope you enjoy, more coming soon :) read and review please!
Torrie was awaken by something smacking her square in the face, startled her eyes flew open and when she looked down she found her jean skirt in her lap. "Get dressed." Trish said to her, flicking her shirt and underwear in the same direction.
Rubbing her eyes Torrie sat up, and flashes of the night before flooded her mind. She had been pretty drunk, but like Trish had said she wasn't that drunk. Her mind had clear memory of their actions but the Boise woman still couldn't wrap her head around why she allowed it all to happen.
"I can't believe I let such a mistake happen." She groaned, running her hand back through her wavy hair as she watched the other woman throw her belongings into a suitcase, obviously preparing for the flight to the next town.
Trish stopped what she was doing and laughed, "A mistake?" The blonde said, "If that's how you want to look at it then try several mistakes…"
Her hands fell into her hands, "Oh god." She said, the words stifled by her palms.
The Canadian laughed again, "Relax, god it's not like you killed someone. We just had sex…and lots of it."
"How did this happen…." Torrie trailed off, sliding her t-shirt over her head.
Placing a manicured finger to her lip Trish looked upward in thought, "Well, after the first couple of times you were very persistent that we keep it up until you had mastered the art of sleeping with a woman."
Torrie's face flushed pink; this was too much, she just had to get out of there and away from Trish. As quickly as she could she emerged from the cotton sheet to clothe her lower half. Not that Trish hadn't already seen all the merchandise and gotten a test run but she still felt uncomfortable naked around the other woman. "I should go." She blurted, grabbing her coat, her shoes and her bag before darting out of the room.
Trish smiled as the other girl slammed the door leaving her alone in the hotel room. She had gotten quite the wild night out of the shy little thing and judging by the way she writhed and moaned beneath her she didn't think she had seen the last of her.
The Boise native let out the heavy breath that she had been holding in when she was finally away from the Canadian woman. What was getting into her? How had she managed to spend the whole night in bed with Trish Stratus? The worst part of the whole thing was that she could remember every touch and every kiss, and how utterly amazing it was being with a woman.
But that wasn't her only problem; she now had a lot of explaining to do.