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Stifling a yawn, Chloe rubbed her eyes, which were starting to feel
the strain of spending the last few hours blinking fuzzily at her
Imac. The layout she was composing failed to complete itself while
her lids were shut-- par for the course. A whole town of rampaging
mutants, and her computer didn't take the hint and get with the
program. She stifled a sigh-- she shouldn't complain. Without Lana to
help, she'd be here most of the night.
As if on cue, Lana sighed and twisted, her back crackling loud enough
Chloe could hear it. "Need an aspirin?"
"I need some coffee more than I need aspirin." Lana shoved back her
chair and stretched.
"Maybe splash your face with some cold water."
"You know..." Lana's voice warmed, mischievous. "That's not a bad
idea."
Chloe looked up, lifting a brow; Lana wandered around her desk and
put a hip up on Chloe's table next to the keyboard.
"What kind of cold water have you got in mind?" Chloe was careful not
to sound too interested, but she already knew she was game-- no way
was little miss fairy princess getting anything over on her.
"There's always the pool." Lana vibrated with repressed mirth, but
didn't make a move, and Chloe leaned back in her chair, putting her
fingertips together. She watched Lana for a minute as though she was
trying to figure out what she meant, enjoying the unfamiliar
sensation of having someone wait for her approval.
"I've got some bad memories of that pool."
"Want to make some good ones?" With that, Lana hopped down and pushed
out the door. "Last one in is a rotten egg!"
Chloe whooped and her chair toppled, clattering onto the floor as she
took off after Lana. She was running, dark hair flying behind her
like tatters of storm cloud. Chloe ran too, her clogs clacking
noisily on the tiles, laughter bubbling out of her, the layout
forgotten and the morning deadline along with it.
The big double-doors that led to the pool creaked, the sound echoing
along the empty halls like something out of a horror movie, and
slammed. Chloe let her momentum fade with a last few running strides,
and caught the door handle, breathing fast-- she hadn't lied to Lana;
her memories of Sean Kelvin didn't show signs of fading any time
soon. Sometimes she woke up at night, tangled in blankets that she'd
kicked loose from the foot of the bed, still feeling the bite of ice
fastened around her ankle and hearing him laugh....
She took a deep breath to steady herself, then hauled the door open,
half-expecting only an empty, echoing room, but Lana was waiting by
the nearest edge of the pool. She'd found the light panel while Chloe
dithered at the door; the pool's underwater lighting was on, and the
room fluttered with an eerie blue-green glow. Lana gave Chloe a
triumphant grin, already hauling her pullover over her head.
"What are you waiting for?" Lana tossed her pink sweater to one side.
Chloe blinked and swallowed; Lana had on a little black lace bra, and
the skin of her belly was the same tawny color as her face. She was
golden all over.
"Skinnydipping?" Chloe teased her. "In the school pool? What if one
of the teachers is still here after hours, grading papers?"
"Scared?" Lana's hands started to work at the waistband of her jeans,
and Chloe wrenched her eyes away.
"Are you kidding?" She skinned out of her top just as fast, and since
she had on a skirt and clogs, not a button fly and sneakers, she beat
Lana out of her clothes by a good three seconds.
The water closed around her body with a sharp, chilly shock, and she
held her breath, kicking, till she made it to the middle of the pool,
then surfaced, sputtering a little and wiping water out of her eyes.
Lana still stood on the verge; she was naked, her hair spilling over
her shoulders and breasts. Her hands on her hips, she looked less
certain than she had before. Chloe laughed, breathless.
"You aren't chickening out now." She treaded water; it felt cold
and secret between her thighs. "Come on in! It's not cold." It was,
but she wanted to see Lana sleek and dripping wet.
Lana laughed, sounding nervous, then padded over to the diving board.
Chloe watched, sculling backwards to give Lana more room to dive. She
hesitated on the verge, laughed self-consciously, and then cut the
water without a splash, flashing a tantalizing glimpse of her soft
bottom. Heat flared in Chloe, and she kicked forward, watching the
dark ripple of Lana's hair as she rose towards the surface.
"It's c-cold!" Lana accused her, but not with anger. Chloe splashed
at her, laughing.
"Race you to the end of the pool!" She set out, cleaving the water
gracefully, confident in her long, powerful legs. Maybe too
confident; their hands slapped the end of the pool almost together.
Lana was wet and glistening like a seal, and she was laughing again.
Chloe sank under the surface and came up breathing out through her
nose, slicking her hair back.
"If Clark shows up, who's going to run him off and get our clothes?"
Lana wondered.
"Or Pete."
"Or Lex."
"Lex?" Chloe considered it. "Clark or Pete we could handle. But
Lex...."
"Lex is an expert at handling girls in pools." Lana stripped water
from her hair with the blade of her palm. "That's what he was doing
the first time I ever saw him."
Chloe giggled. "You think he'd strip off and dive in?"
"What would you do if he did?"
"What would you do if Clark did?" Chloe kept her voice light.
They eyed each other for a minute, then Lana laughed. "Clark would be
too shy to dive in."
"Unless you were drowning or something."
"Yeah." She looked thoughtful, and a little fond. Chloe's stomach
tightened. "Hey, he'd jump in to save you, too."
"Maybe I wouldn't need it." Chloe pushed away from the wall and
floated on her back, sweeping her arms like she was making a snow
angel. The ceiling overhead was painted dark blue, metal beams half-
hidden in the shadows.
"You wouldn't need it." Lana pushed after her, floating on her belly,
awkwardly keeping her head tilted out of the water. "I'd rescue you."
Amused and a little startled, Chloe sat up in the water, swallowed a
mouthful, and nearly choked. Immediately Lana's arm was around her
waist, steadying her, and she clung to Lana's arm for a second. "That
was really bright," she said, just a little bitterly, when she could
talk again.
Lana was close, her eyes dark. Her mascara was running, but her
lipstick was still perfect. Chloe could feel Lana's nipple, hard in
the silky water, brushing against her own breast. "You OK?" Lana
didn't let go. Chloe nodded, gulping a little. Their legs tangled
briefly, kicking.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Chloe hesitated a second too long and tried to
cover it. "Thanks."
"No problem." Lana's breast felt warm and strange, but very good.
Chloe swallowed and took back a little space.
"So, if Lex showed up and dived in, what would you do?"
"Tell him I already had somebody to swim with. If that didn't work,
I'd remind him about age of consent laws in Kansas." Lana dimpled.
"And Clark?" Chloe couldn't stop pushing.
"I'd watch him swim." Lana's eyes were thoughtful. She closed them,
and when they opened again, her expression was guarded. She watched
Chloe carefully.
Chloe tittered, uncomfortable, trying not to feel hurt. "I would
too." There were droplets of water on her eyelashes, and she blinked
them away.
"How about Pete?"
Chloe laughed. "Pete? Pete's not a guy. He's just Pete."
"You should see him with his shirt off." Lana's eyes sparkled. "I did
last summer, when Nell paid him to help her move some crates from the
barn down into the basement. He was all sweaty and hot, and shiny."
Lana flushed. "He was muscled all over. I carried some lemonade out
to him."
"No way!" Chloe grinned. "If he caught on to you checking him out, it
did wonders for his ego."
Lana laughed and ducked her head. "I decided all his muscles must
come from working out with the football team."
"Have you ever seen Clark with his shirt off?" Chloe bit her lip.
"No." Lana shook her head. "But he probably looks good too. Lots of
farm work."
Chloe nodded and rolled over, setting out across toward the shallow
end in a lazy crawl, holding her breath as long as she could before
turning her face up to gulp for air. The edge bumped her fingertips,
slick and hard and cold. She put her back against the wall where a
vent opened, piping fresh, heated water into the pool. It felt good,
massaging against the small of her back. Lana hesitated for a moment,
then followed her.
"You found a warm spot," she commented, standing up in front of
Chloe. Water streamed off her in rivulets, between her breasts and
over them.
"Yeah." Chloe felt uncomfortable, too exposed. She was glad sometimes
she wasn't a guy; if she had a dick right now, Lana wouldn't have any
doubt what was going on in her mind. The silence stretched, a little
uncomfortable. "What about Whitney?" She seized on the idea with
gratitude. "Is he ripped?"
Lana blinked at her, forehead creasing very slightly.
"You know. Cut. Built. Like Pete, only more so."
"I've never seen Whitney without a shirt." Lana shrugged,
diffident. "He's pretty modest."
"None of my business, I guess." Chloe's laugh rang hollowly against
the high ceiling.
"You know, Chloe..." Lana paused, visibly searching for words. "I get
the feeling that you're upset about... Clark."
"Yeah, well." Chloe shrugged, sinking till her chin touched the
water. "You know how Clark's face shows everything."
It seemed answer enough, and Lana understood. The crease on her brow
deepened. "Sometimes yours does too," she confided, and she mirrored
Chloe, settling her chin low in the water, so that it came up almost
to her nose. She waited.
Chloe blinked, considering. "You don't give away much," she
commented. "That's probably why it's taking Clark so long to put the
moves on you."
Lana laughed. "Maybe." She sank under the water and flowed away like
an otter. Chloe watched her as she found a lane and surfaced, then
dove again.
Chloe took a deep breath and followed her. Maybe I should try the
breast stroke. She laughed at herself, but it still hurt a little.
Pretty Lana. She could take her pick of all the guys in Smallville,
and she had the only one Chloe wanted by the shorthairs. It figured.
"You know," Chloe commented after they had reached the edge of the
pool again and wiped their eyes, "sometimes I wonder if guys are
worth it."
Lana laughed out loud, crooking her arm around the aluminum ladder to
stay afloat. "I know exactly what you mean."
"We girls could do okay on our own without them." Chloe bit her lip,
wondering if she'd pushed too far, but Lana didn't seem upset.
"I think so. I love Whitney, or, well." She shook her head lamely. "I
care about Whitney. A lot. But sometimes I wish I wasn't tied down."
"Because of Clark." Chloe lifted her chin, determined to be brave.
"Clark's part of it, but it's more than that." Lana looked at Chloe,
lips parted to speak, but failed to say anything for a long
while. "If I was with Clark, maybe it would just be... more of the
same. Sometimes I think... I'd like to try something different."
Chloe blinked; the soft lapping of water faded into the background,
and there was nothing but Lana's eyes, soft and dark and unreadable.
She took a deep breath. You didn't have to hit Gabe Sullivan's
daughter with a two-by-four. Or maybe you did, but then you shouldn't
be surprised if she took it away from you and hit back.
"So, you said you wanted to make some good memories in here." Chloe
heard the challenge in her voice. "What did you have in mind?"
Lana's smile curled faintly, uncertain. "I don't know."
Chloe drifted closer. Lana didn't back away, stretching her free arm
over the lip of the pool. Her breasts lifted, and the wavelets lapped
at her nipples. Chloe licked her lips, letting Lana see where she was
looking, holding the moment until there could be no doubt.
Lana swallowed, but held her ground, and Chloe lifted her eyes again,
studying Lana's lips, and then met her gaze. "You meant it, didn't
you. About not needing guys." Lana's voice was a whisper.
Chloe threw caution to the winds. "If you meant it about trying
something different."
Lana blinked, but didn't take it back, so Chloe caught the ladder,
pulling herself in. Their breasts touched again, electric, and her
hand found Lana's waist and slid around her back. She felt her ankles
tangle between Lana's.
Lana licked her lips, her breath warm on Chloe's face. Chloe
hesitated on the verge until it was clear that Lana wasn't going to
stop her, and then she closed the distance.
Lana tasted of lipstick and pool-water. Her lips were soft, her teeth
demurely closed. They stirred chastely against Chloe's though,
clinging just the slightest bit as Chloe pulled away.
They breathed hard, eyes locked, until Chloe realized her arms were
covered with goose bumps. "It's a little bit cold in here. Did you
know the football team has a sauna?"
Lana's tongue touched her lips, the same dark shade as her
lipstick. "Do they?"
"Clark told me about it." Chloe let Lana slip out of her arms. "Want
to go investigate?"
Lana nodded, and Chloe followed her around the edge of the pool,
watching as she climbed-- hips smooth, a fleeting glimpse of dark
hair visible between them as she climbed. Chloe reminded herself to
breathe, and hoisted herself out as well. Lana padded past the pile
of clothes toward the locker rooms, looking over her shoulder-- she
was smiling again, secretive, the same look that made Chloe grind her
teeth when it was directed at Clark.
Chloe followed her, stomach glowing with pleasant anticipation. They
left wet footprints past the urinals and shower stalls, laughing at
the dirty sweat-socks hanging out of lockers, and found the sauna
nestled in its corner. Chloe turned the dial for half an hour while
Lana took the bucket and filled it. She came back with towels, and
they spread them on the cedar benches in the first cloud of rising
steam. Chloe left the bucket and dipper within easy reach, and
scooted onto the lower bench. Lana stood before her, hair in
disarray, body glistening. She didn't seem to know what to do.
"Are we going to..." she gestured, nervous. "...do something?"
"Think of it as practice for the real thing." Encouraged, Chloe
reached for her, and Lana's slim body fit easily between her knees.
Chloe's head spun with giddy exhilaration; she wished Lana's hair
wasn't wet-- she wanted handfuls of it, to drag Lana's mouth down and
hold her with. She tasted lipstick, and their teeth clicked, then
Lana opened and it was easier-- Lana was hot and wet and sweet
inside, like plums picked fresh off the tree.
"Nice lip gloss," Chloe drew back and licked her own lips. They
giggled, a little uneasy. Chloe's hands rested at Lana's waist. She
slid them around, exploring down over Lana's perfect hips, then up to
cradle her small, dark-nippled breasts. Lana sighed, lashes sooty
spikes lying against her cheeks. Lana was already sweating in the
steam, her body slick under Chloe's palms.
A couple of pay-per-view lesbian pornos and some internet smut
weren't much to build on, but Chloe had faith in her ability to
improvise. Lana's breasts bobbed as she breathed, rising and falling
at eye-level, so Chloe leaned forward and opened her mouth, letting
Lana's nipple rest on her lower lip. Lana inhaled sharply, a low hiss
like the steam on the rocks, and Chloe sucked it in, circling it with
her tongue. Lana shivered, her hand moving restlessly before finding
a safe place on Chloe's shoulder.
The heat made Chloe's head swim; she tasted salty sweat on Lana's
skin. She suckled, nibbling lightly, then bit down till Lana gasped,
and soothed the small hurt with gentle kisses. Lana's other breast
was salty too, its lower curve lush under Chloe's tongue. She could
get used to this in a hurry; Lana's hips were sweet and smooth in the
palms of her hands and her nipples were fascinating, firm and pliant.
Chloe nibbled again, enjoying the soft moan it produced, and the
sharp cry when she bit down.
She pulled back, letting the nipple escape, and spared a minute to
tip more water on the rocks. The steam billowed, curling around them,
making the room feel hazy and surreal.
Emboldened by her success, Chloe slid her hand between Lana's thighs,
slowly moving upward. Lana's eyes stayed shut and her shoulders
lifted with her shuddering inhalation. Chloe felt wiry hair against
her thumb, and she paused to let Lana get used to the idea, returning
to her breasts. She fluttered her tongue against Lana's nipple,
evoking a low whimper, and slid her hand higher, thumb questing
experimentally.
It found smooth, secret flesh behind the guarding hair, slippery wet.
Chloe relaxed, giddy with power, fully in control. Lana breathed
harshly, her mouth open and her eyes shut. Chloe explored, frankly
curious, sliding her finger through the folds, wetting them till she
could move smoothly anywhere she touched. She wondered if Lana ever
let Whitney have her-- probably not, if she never saw him without his
shirt. She wondered if she could tell just by feeling, and she traced
the opening experimentally, then slid her finger as deep as she
could. It went in smoothly, but Lana was tight, fluttering around
her.
Lana gasped, eyes flying open, and she stumbled a half-step
back. "Chloe!"
"Sorry." Chloe backed off. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, I just..." she licked her lips. "I wasn't expecting it." Her
smile flickered, then steadied.
"Spread your feet apart so you won't fall." Chloe returned to safe
territory, watching her face. Lana quivered, biting her lip-- she had
lipstick on her teeth now; she wasn't so perfect anymore with her
rumpled hair and her mascara running.
Chloe traced circles lightly around the very tip of the little bud,
skating sweetly in the slickness from Lana's body, and loved the way
Lana shivered in little gusts and savaged her lower lip. Lana groped
for Chloe's shoulders again, bracing herself, and leaned into the
touch. Her breath echoed dully, stirring steam against Chloe's face,
the only motion in the heavy air. Chloe squirmed on her towel,
enjoying the slow burn of arousal.
"Ohhhh." A little purr resonated in the tiny room, Lana's nipple
humming lightly on her tongue. Chloe fumbled for the dipper again
with her free hand and managed to splash more water onto the rocks.
The steam thickened in the dizzying heat, and Lana swayed, her hair
lank with moisture.
Chloe shifted, aching, and pushed a little harder, still making
circles around the hard little bud. She tugged at Lana's nipple with
her teeth, enjoying the whimper of response, and thought about Lana
under her tongue-- or better yet, Lana's tongue on her. The thought
sent a pulse of fire throbbing through her, and Chloe pulled her hand
away, ignoring Lana's murmur of protest. She poured on another dipper
of water, and another, till the steam was so thick the single light
burned a wide halo in the air.
"Lie down," Chloe muttered thickly, her voice hoarse. It was too hot
near the top of the room to stand. She pushed Lana around and onto
the towel. Lana went easily, her legs folding to leave her seated on
the bench, and Chloe breathed deep of the wet hot air, then got on
her knees and nuzzled against the inside of Lana's knee.
"Oh my God." Lana went limp, her head tipping back against the upper
bench. Chloe nipped at the unbearably smooth flesh, leaving a ring of
teeth-marks at mid-thigh, and nuzzled upward, stealing a look at
Lana's face. Lana's hand crept forward down her thigh, then slid
behind Chloe's neck, guiding her. Chloe accepted the direction,
hesitating just a moment before the thatch of damp black curls. She
parted Lana tentatively, scenting her musk, and leaned in, not
letting herself be daunted, to touch the tip of her tongue to the
dark rosy flesh that waited for her.
Lana tasted salty, but it wasn't gross, and Chloe sighed with relief,
trying it again with more enthusiasm. Her coarse hair tickled Chloe's
nose, and Chloe made a face, but Lana gave a low wail and bucked up
against Chloe's tongue, her fist pulling uncomfortably in Chloe's
hair.
"Good?"
"Don't stop!"
That was enough for Chloe. She sealed her mouth over the spot and
licked, sucking lightly. Lana whimpered and her free hand thumped
hollowly on the bench, nails scratching at the wood. Chloe pushed her
tongue hard against Lana, loving the power and the giddy, guilty
exhilaration of it; she teased at the opening to Lana's body again,
sliding just two fingertips inside, feeling Lana's body clench and
release with tension.
"Yes...." Lana hissed, pushing forward, and Chloe slid her fingers
into the wet velvety depths again, feeling welcome this time. Lana's
body resisted, then yielded to her, clasping her tightly. Chloe had
just enough sense left to think of the G-spot, turning her fingers
and searching... she wasn't sure if she found it, but Lana arched
with a low scream and clenched fiercely around Chloe's fingers. Chloe
felt herself lose some hair to the tight grip at her scalp but kept
licking and stroking-- only realizing Lana had come when she finally
scrabbled to move away, too sensitive, her body still clenching in
spasms.
"Oh, fuck." Chloe had never heard Lana swear, and the word sounded
strange and awestruck coming out of that perfect, prim mouth.
Chloe moved up onto the bench, awkward, slipping her arm around Lana
and guiding Lana's head onto her shoulder. Aftershocks shook her for
a long time; Lana wiped wet hair from her face. It was going to be a
mass of tangles; Chloe figured she'd have to comb it out with
conditioner.
"Are you okay?" Chloe whispered, but her voice echoed in the small
space.
Lana nodded, speechless, still fumbling to straighten her hair. She'd
stopped shuddering and was pliant in Chloe's arms. Chloe waited a
moment, expectant, but Lana lay still. She nuzzled, hoping for Lana's
mouth, but it was out of reach, and Lana didn't turn to kiss her.
"My turn?" Chloe tried not to sound hopeful and needy.
Lana blinked, her forehead wrinkling a little. "I... oh." She bit her
lip. "I... I don't think I can do that." Her body stiffened in
Chloe's arms.
"You don't have to do what I did." I sound pathetic. Chloe could
feel the situation wavering, very nearly slipping out of her
grasp. "Take it easy." She raised herself on one elbow, groping for
the dipper, and refreshed the steam. Lana sighed at the new flow of
damp air, and Chloe settled back beside her. "That's better." The
steam-dimmed light gave her a sensation of being invisible and
anonymous, and her head swam from the heat. Lana curled into her arm,
still tense but waiting to see what Chloe would do.
She lazily ran her hand down her body and between her thighs, finding
them slick with a combination of sweat and arousal. That was it. She
sighed, her fingertip finding its favorite home. She was melting,
sweat trickling all over her body. Lana's breasts were steam-slick
and hard nippled, shifting against her, and she slid her arm around
Lana's waist, holding her close so she could feel them better.
This time Lana responded, kissing Chloe, then half-drawing back
almost as though she'd thought better of it. "What's the matter?
Forgot?" Chloe laughed.
"It's... not bad." Lana sounded whispery and breathless.
"No, it isn't." Chloe lifted her head again, and Lana's pink tongue
darted into the kiss, tasting herself in Chloe's mouth, then
venturing to lick Chloe's face with delicate kitten strokes.
"Mmmmmmmm." The heat spun in Chloe's head, and she moved her fingers
in time with her pulse. Lana kept kissing her, lapping softly down
her throat and over her collarbone.
"Salty..." she mumbled against Chloe's skin. "You taste good." Chloe
arched against her mouth, luxuriant, and led Lana's head to her
breast, sighing with pleasure as Lana's mouth closed over her nipple.
She couldn't get a good draught of oxygen in the steam-thick air. The
stifling heat dizzied her, heightening her senses. Lana was like a
little cat, all coy deft motion and rough sandpapery tongue.
Chloe shifted, putting her back down flat; the boards were almost hot
enough to burn her skin. Lana moved with her, kneeling between her
thighs. Her wet hair draped over Chloe's stomach; she was working her
way down towards the place where Chloe burned with even more heat
than the sauna. Chloe whimpered, lifting her hips against the
pressure of her own finger, and felt Lana's palms inside her thighs,
pushing them further apart.
Lana paused there, watching, and Chloe didn't hesitate, chasing
orgasm desperately now. She needed to finish and breathe; they'd been
in here too long. Lana's lips fluttered against her thigh, and her
tongue between them. Chloe gasped, bucking upwards. Lana's fingers
were moving downward now to join Chloe's; her nails were long but she
moved her hands carefully, parting Chloe. The heat of the sauna baked
against Chloe's tender flesh, and incredibly, Lana's head dipped.
Wet hair pooled against Chloe's thighs and slithered against her
sensitive parts; she cried out at its touch and writhed, losing any
semblance of rhythm. Lana's tongue was cool and deft against her,
picking up where she'd lost control, and Chloe curled her hand into a
fist, struggling to stay still as Lana explored, tentative and
hesitant. Her nails bit into her palm, and she couldn't bite back a
low cry; her chest hitched and she whooped in a gasp of leaden air as
Lana's mouth finally covered her, and her tongue started to flicker
with the same cat-quick reflexes the rest of her body showed with so
much untapped promise.
Chloe exploded, evaporating into steam under Lana's tongue with a
shriek, curling in on herself, unable to stop the reflex. She felt
Lana's face between her thighs, and made herself release their
clutch, then fumbled for Lana, dragging her back up for a kiss,
tasting herself and cleaning Lana, just as she'd been cleaned. Lana
kissed her, then smiled, looking shy and a little hesitant, her hair
a snarled aureole around her head.
"That was... God." Chloe stole another kiss, and then another,
savoring the trace of herself in Lana's mouth. "Thanks!" Her skin
almost couldn't contain her contentment; she thought she might burst
with joy-- or maybe she was just about to roast alive. "We'd better
get out of here before our brains boil like soup," Chloe panted, and
they steadied each other, fumbling for their towels and staggering
out the door.
The cool air out in the locker room was nearly the best thing Chloe
had ever felt-- it ran a poor second to Lana's tongue against her
clit-- and she sucked in deep, gasping lungfuls of it as they padded
out to rescue their abandoned clothes. They retired into the girls'
locker room for showers, where they stood close, and Lana spent a
while battling her stubborn tangles under the spray as Chloe let
lukewarm water sluice over her back and her breasts, basking in her
memories.
Chloe left the shower when Lana managed to work the conditioner
through her hair and started rinsing it out under the spray. She
dressed and had Lana's towel waiting when she stepped out. "Do you...
would you like to, you know, try this again sometime?"
Lana blinked away water, then patted her face dry. Chloe bit her lip,
waiting, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The white of the
towel made Lana's skin dark and exotic, and that made Chloe hungry to
taste it again.
"I think so," she finally ventured, then gave Chloe a shy dimple, but
her eyes danced with mischief. "There've got to be a lot of stories
that are so important we have to work all hours of the night to get
them done."
Chloe blinked, remembering. "The layout! The deadline's tomorrow."
She grimaced, apologetic.
"I'll call Nell and tell her it'll be a while." Lana tossed away the
towel and pulled up her panties. The elastic snap made Chloe's mouth
water, and she watched with avarice as Lana dressed. "First one done
with her page gets to choose the next place...."
Chloe gave a war whoop and raced her back to the office.
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