It had all started off very innocuously. A simple text. One very simple text that had led Aubrey and Stacie coming together in the most unexpected way.
A text that Aubrey had been all too happy answer:
Stacie: Hey Aubrey! Do you still own that spa in the forest? *upside down smiley*
Aubrey: Hey Stacie. If by ‘own’ you mean ‘run’, by ‘spa’ you mean ‘retreat’, and by ‘forest’ you mean ‘woods’ - then yes I definitely do :)
Stacie: Cool! Would I be able to book a room there? *upside down smiley*
Aubrey: Sure. You can book online, it’s really easy *thumbs up emoji*
Stacie: *crying laughing emoji* can you not book it for me right now?
Aubrey: I’m not by the reception right now. But I will be in about an hour?
Stacie: Will there be anything for this Saturday? *upside down smiley*
Aubrey: As in two days time, this Saturday?
Stacie: Yep *upside down smiley*
Aubrey: Um probably not. We expect people to book at least seven weeks in advance *embarrassed emoji*
Aubrey: Unless you want to bunk in my cabin with me *laughing emoji*
Stacie: Yeah alright *upside down emoji*
Stacie: If its an option?*upside down emoji*
Aubrey: That desperate huh?
Stacie: If you count wanting to get away from my parents for the weekend desperate then yeah I’m pretty desperate.
Aubrey: I can sympathise with you there. Alright. When would you like to come over?
Aubrey: I’m leading groups all day tomorrow and Saturday so I won’t be able to hang out with you. Is that ok?
Stacie: Just point me in the direction of the spa and I’ll see you at bedtime ;)
And that had been it. Aubrey had had no idea what that winking emoji had been all about, but she remembered how Stacie was in college. Well…she remembered how she was in her first year of college, when Aubrey had been a senior. Winking wasn’t a rare thing from Stacie. The girl had been obsessed with sex. Legs that were long enough to rival Aubrey’s and flawless beauty, sure. But sadly she never put her brains to good use. Or so Aubrey had always presumed.
Aubrey had arranged for Stacie to have full access to the retreat’s facilities. Including food and drink, as well as use of the luxury spa of course. And the blonde had initially planned on being at the reception in time to greet Stacie when she’d arrived but there’d been a situation with one of the guests and a bear trap that had taken Aubrey away from the reception just as Stacie’s bus had arrived.
So nine hours later Aubrey returned to the luxury cabin she called her home, exhausted and ready for a hot bath, her usual Friday evening routine. But as her key turned in the door and she stepped inside, a beautiful smell of food filtered into her nostrils and she remembered she had a guest for the weekend. Her heart sank. She didn’t have the energy to entertain right now.
Aubrey swallowed loudly when she closed the door and saw the unfamiliar figure of Stacie stood by the stove that Aubrey rarely used. Often the blonde was in so late that she had to settle for some fruit and a herbal tea before going to sleep, never having the energy to cook herself a proper meal. That was probably how she’d lost so much weight. That and the stress of running this place.
“Aubrey!” she heard Stacie call out with a delighted squeal, and the brunette strode over to her, throwing her arms around her body, and Aubrey couldn’t help the knot that appeared in her stomach. Because she never had people she knew stay here. She always had an ‘open invitation’ policy when it came to her friends and family, but nobody ever visited. And Aubrey tried not to take it to heart. But she missed the feel of someone hugging her. Running a retreat in the middle of nowhere was really lonely sometimes.
So Aubrey closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Stacie’s waist, hugging her tight. And they stood there for a good few moments until a light chuckle fell out of Stacie’s mouth.
“I don’t remember you ever being this affectionate..” the brunette said in an amused tone, and Aubrey blushed, immediately letting go and letting out a tired sigh as they parted.
“And I don’t remember you ever being able to cook!” The blonde replied with a teasing smile. They’d never really talked much back in college, despite being part of the same acapella group. They’d not even talked much when The Barden Bellas had visited the retreat last year. But the bond of both being ‘Bellas’ was enough to have them reunite as though they were old friends, even though they barely knew each other.
“Toucé.” Stacie replied with raised eyebrows and a delighted grin. She turned on the spot and began making her way back over to the stove while Aubrey slid her handbag from her shoulder, placing it at the base of the tall coat hanger beside the door. The blonde let out a tired sigh as she began making her way over to the kitchen to join her friend but she froze as Stacie turned to her with a grin, holding out a glass of red wine.
“Oh..wow..” Aubrey said, somewhat stunned as she took the glass, “..thank you.”
“I figured you had a busy day.” Stacie said with a shrug, taking a sip from her own wine glass and turning back to the food that was simmering away, “Something about a bear trap…?”
“Oh, yeah, that..” Aubrey said, her cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment as she leant her hip on the kitchen work-surface beside Stacie, “Sorry I didn’t get around to meeting you when you arrived.”
“Meh.” Stacie said in her signature “I’m far too chilled to be worried” manner followed by a shrug and Aubrey found herself envying the brunette in a way. She was fairly certain she’d never been that chilled. Ever. And Stacie seemed to be like that all the time. How?? “I managed to find the spa just fine. Plus Darren showed me around.” Stacie said, looking at Aubrey with a smile and a wink, “He couldn’t stop talking about how great you are.”
“Oh?” Aubrey asked as Stacie turned back to the sauce she was cooking in the pan, the blonde trying not to sound too embarrassed while she sipped some of her wine. Because Darren had tried so hard for a good eighteen months now to flirt with Aubrey. He’d asked her out on numerous occasions. But she’d consistently said no.
“Yeah, he’s so into you.”
“Well I’m not into him.” Aubrey said with a shrug, pulling her glass back up to sip more wine. That’s when the wooden spoon Stacie had been holding fell into the pan with a clatter.
“Holy shit!” Stacie gasped, staring in horror at Aubrey’s arm and the blonde furrowed her brow, “What the hell did you do to get that?”
She pointed at a cluster of small scars and Aubrey followed her gaze then shrugged, “Oh I was trying to get one of the guests’ rucksacks out of one of the metal bear traps and it kept catching me. That’s why we don’t allow rucksacks during group activities anymore.”
“Don’t you have someone specifically for that??” Stacie asked reaching out to hold Aubrey’s arm and inspect the scars closer, a curious look on her face.
“Well yeah that’s why we have Darren now.” Aubrey said, but couldn’t tear her eyes from the brunette, loving the look on her face. Nobody ever asked her about those scars. It was refreshing to be around someone who actually cared enough and was bold enough to ask instead of just presuming they were scars from something else. And a soft smile wiped over her face. Her blue eyes drifted from Stacie’s face over to the sauce in the pan and she cleared her throat, “Um…is it supposed to be bubbling quite that ferociously?” And Stacie immediately dropped Aubrey’s arm with a small gasp, turning back to the stove.
Aubrey watched her friend closely while the brunette peered at the food she was cooking. She’d never really looked at Stacie much before. The younger woman was aesthetically pleasing that was for sure. Beautiful long brown hair (that she happened to have tied up into a loose bun - presumably for cheffing purposes), a perfect physique that Aubrey was sure she kept so well toned because she was probably a regular member at a gym back home. Wherever home was for her. But Aubrey had always noticed Stacie’s eyes. Had never looked into them much, but had definitely noticed them. The pupils were always full whenever she spoke to her, something that always stunned Aubrey a little. Because she didn’t really notice that with anyone else she spoke to.
“So dinner’s not gonna be for another forty minutes…” Stacie said, and Aubrey jumped as the brunette caught her staring. Fortunately the younger woman was tactful enough to continue her sentence, even if it was with a more amused smile, “…I ran you a bath.”
Aubrey hesitated, standing up a little straighter, no longer leaning her hip on the work-surface, “You did?” She asked quietly and Stacie did her “it’s no big deal” shrug again.
“Meh, I figured you’d been at work all day and all I’d done was sit in a luxury spa so…it really was the least I could do.”
Aubrey felt tears begin to prickle her eyes. It wasn’t just because she was actually getting to spend the evening with someone for the first time in a couple of years, but because that someone was also treating her very well, even if they didn’t see it as a big deal. And that someone of all people was Stacie Conrad! A Bella that Aubrey had rarely spoken to over the years. In fact she’d probably treated her pretty badly if her stressy ‘college senior’ self had had anything to do with it..
“Thank you” was all Aubrey could choke out, completely touched by the gesture. And Stacie just smiled kindly, taking another sip of wine before motioning over to one of the doors at the back of the lodge that would lead to the bathroom while saying, “Oh I lit some of the candles that were in there but only the ones that had already been lit.”
Aubrey’s mouth hung open a little in shock, her brow furrowing slightly. There weren’t many people in the world who knew about her odd pet-peeve of lighting new candles when old ones still needed to be used up. But a light giggle fell out of Stacie’s mouth, “I remember Chloe freaking out once in college because Beca had lit all her candles and none of us could work out why she’d freaked out and she said that only you would understand because you hate lighting new candles when old ones need to be used up.”
“You remembered that?” Aubrey replied in a barely audible volume.
“Well yeah.” The brunette said with a nod and Aubrey felt a weird sensation in her heart when she glanced down at Stacie’s lips as the woman smiled, “It’s a pretty memorable thing to freak out over.”
“I guess so..” A small smile swept over Aubrey’s face as she nodded gently and the two women fell silent, looking into each other’s eyes. If Aubrey had known Stacie well then she would’ve been able to identify that Stacie found her very attractive: the brunette mirroring her smile and body language, both women internally noting to themselves just how beautiful the other looked. But Aubrey didn’t know Stacie that well. So after a few moments she took a sharp intake of breath through her nose, cleared her throat, and motioned to the back of the cabin where the bathroom stood.
“Right, so, I guess I should go and have my bath.” Aubrey said sweetly while Stacie also cleared her throat nervously, turning back to the stove to stir the sauce.
“Yeah, you definitely should.”
“Yes. Yep. Forty minutes.” Stacie said, specifically looking down at the pan instead of over at her friend. Not that Aubrey minded. Her cheeks had flushed pink with embarrassment at whatever look they had just shared.
“Forty minutes. Right. I’ll…um…see you soon!”
Aubrey turned on the spot and made her way to the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind her, then closing her eyes as she leant her forehead against the wood. She let out a heavy sigh. What the hell was happening? She didn’t get like this around people. She didn’t get weird and quiet when she was nervous. She normally got sharper and more defensive. But Stacie…
…Stacie seemed to somehow bring out a different side to her. For some strange reason. And Aubrey couldn’t work out why.
The blonde opened her eyes and realised there was very low lighting in the warm room. She held her breath and slowly turned on the spot. There her mouth fell open as she looked at the room before her.
The lights were off, but several candles were lit around the bath, the tub having been filled to a rather full level with just the right amount of bubbles floating on top. The soft floral scent was one she didn’t recognise, which made Aubrey wonder if Stacie had brought her own bubble bath with her to the lodge. Bubble bath that was presumably in the steaming hot water right now.
Aubrey slowly wandered over to the bath tub, placed her wine glass on the side of the bath, and reached one of her slender hands down. The tips of her fingers tingled slightly as she glided them lightly through the hot water and she realised that there were a spattering of rose petals floating between the bubbles. She plucked one of them out, curious to know if they were real, but the petal she’d picked up began to disintegrate between her index finger and thumb. That was when she realised they were perfume scented bath petals.
With a bite of her bottom lip, Aubrey smiled. This was definitely the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her, and she’d been best friends with Chloe Beale (the most thoughtful person on the planet) in college!
That was when Aubrey’s mind began to drift to the woman currently stood in her kitchen making dinner. The woman who had ran her this very bath, unprompted, despite having not spoken to her very much before in the past. There must have been some reason why Stacie had done this. Something beyond just wanting to do something nice because Aubrey had “been at work all day”.
She stood up straight and let out a small wince as she began peeling her filthy clothes from her body. Today had been hard work and she hated how dirty she got when taking groups out trekking around the woods. Even more so if one of the group strayed from the path she specifically told them not to stray from and they consequently ended up getting caught in one of the bear trap nets. It had taken her far too long to get that man down earlier..
Aubrey tugged the tight band that had kept her blonde hair up all day, and her dirty locks fell around her face. She couldn’t wait to wash her hair. She always felt better after her evening baths.
With another wince and a small “ouch”, Aubrey dipped her toes into the hot bath water. But she wasn’t wincing from the heat - after all, she loved a hot bath - but rather she was wincing from the water hitting the blisters that had appeared on her once perfectly pedicured feet in recent months. The curse of not finding time to order some new hiking boots.
Aubrey eased her body into the hot water, then settled back. She let out a tired sigh and allowed a tear to finally roll down her cheek while a small smile grew on her face. She reached out for her glass of wine and took a large sip then closed her eyes. This might be the best bath she’d ever had.
Stacie hummed a tune to herself as she swung a wooden spoon around the pan before her, the homemade ravioli she’d spent an hour earlier making, now marinating beautifully in the tomato sauce she’d concocted. She enjoyed cooking. The perk of being predominantly brought up by her Italian grandmother meant that Stacie Conrad had been taught to cook fresh food and meals from a young age.
She bit her bottom lip as she tapped the wooden spoon gently on the edge of the pan. She hoped Aubrey liked Italian food. She’d never really eaten with the woman before and certainly never just the two of them, so bringing along ingredients for her grandmother’s signature ‘Cheese & Spinach Ravioli’ was a huge risk. And it had been a challenge trying to cook with the limited amount of utensils Aubrey had in this kitchen.
Stacie stepped away from the stove and began searching through the cupboards to try to find some plates. Typically it was the last cupboard she looked in and as she bent over to pick two plates out she heard the bathroom door open. She stood up and turned, her breath suddenly catching in her lungs as her eyes fell upon the sight of Aubrey stood in the doorway. Her blonde hair now clean and wet and scooped around to one side, her face having been washed of any makeup, and her body cleansed of the noticeable dirt that had been up her arms, legs, and a smudge that had been on the tip of her nose. The woman now stood in nothing more than a towel, a concerned look on her face.
“Have I got time to dry my hair?” Aubrey asked cautiously.
“Yeah sure!” Stacie said with an encouraging smile, though in reality Aubrey didn’t really have time at all. Stacie had planned to serve dinner now. But the brunette had such a big crush on the older woman she pretended like it didn’t matter that the timings were off. Her grandmother had always stressed the importance of serving ravioli straight away. This time Stacie would have to disobey one of her grandmother’s cooking rules.
Stacie let out a nervous sigh as she watched Aubrey disappear behind another door (presumably the one that was Aubrey’s bedroom). Shit. Maybe she was crushing on Aubrey more than she’d expected to.
Back in her freshman year there’d been something enticing about the senior. Stacie had always had a thing for blondes, particularly tall ones with long legs. The bite Aubrey had had in her words back then had only goaded Stacie further. She’d enjoyed the way Aubrey had snapped at them all back in first year, the woman forever disappointed in the way The Bellas struggled to follow her directions. Stacie had seen Aubrey as a fun challenge. She’d even accepted a bet from Cynthia-Rose when she’d proclaimed she “could seduce anyone” and CR had replied with a laugh and a “Go on then. I dare you to seduce Aubrey.” And Stacie had initially tried, but Aubrey’s walls had been impossible to break through because she’d been so stiff and stressy and Stacie had struggled to get her alone to even talk to her.
The brunette squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. She’d been such an idiot back then. As if she thought she could ever seduce Aubrey. Aubrey who had actually been on her mind throughout college after the senior had left at the end of Stacie’s freshman year. Because the brunette had kinda built a small crush on the woman by then. A crush that had only been fuelled come Stacie’s senior year when The Bellas had all visited this very retreat and they’d come across Aubrey once again. That time Stacie hadn’t been so bold as to proclaim that she could seduce anyone. Because she hadn’t wanted to seduce anyone. She’d only had eyes for Aubrey. And what had started as a small crush back in freshman year had lit into a huge burning crush in senior year. A crush that had Stacie laughing with Aubrey at every opportunity she got during that two night stay, defending the blonde whenever she wasn’t around but The Bellas complained, and having eyes for nobody but the older woman whenever she thought nobody was looking.
This may have been a crazy move. Asking Aubrey if she could come visit. Saying she needed a break from her parents (which was true, they weredriving her nuts) when really Stacie wanted to work out if her crush really was just a crush and whether, if she had the chance to get to know Aubrey, it might turn out that she’d just been young and immature and that she didn’t fancy Aubrey at all. It might turn out she just really admired her?
Aubrey turned the hairdryer off and placed it back down on her dresser with a tired sigh. For the first time in a long time she felt slightly…relaxed? Having a nice meal cooked for her while she had an amazing bath after a long day at work - it seemed to do wonders for her health already. Particularly her mental health. Aubrey looked at her reflection in the mirror and uncharacteristically smiled at what she saw.
The blonde stood up slowly and made her way over to the wardrobe at the back of her bedroom. She looked inside and filtered through her hung clothes, picking out a bold blue top that brought out her blue eyes, and a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and legs just right. She normally got straight into her pyjamas after her Friday evening bath, but this evening was different to previous Fridays..
Aubrey pulled the towel from her naked body, then tugged her underwear on followed by her blue top and pants. She quickly swiped a lick of eyeliner across the edge of her eyelids, placed some mascara on her eyelashes, then finally ran a touch of pink lip-balm across her lips, wanting to look at least slightly presentable for dinner. Even though it was only dinner with Stacie. Just Stacie. The woman she knew very little about but the very little she did know she liked.
With one final sigh, a quick spray of her favourite perfume, and a nod of approval at her reflection, Aubrey stepped out of her bedroom and back through to the kitchen of her log cabin. Her stomach knotted again for a moment as her eyes fell upon the figure of Stacie, spooning out delicious smelling food onto two plates. She was still pretty stunned that the brunette could cook. Though why she was surprised, she wasn’t sure. After all, she really didn’t know that much about Stacie.
“It smells delicious!” Aubrey said with a soft smile, her heart racing a little as she watched Stacie hand one of the plates out to her.
“I hope you like ravioli?” Stacie asked as Aubrey led the way round to the small dining table in the corner of the kitchen that she confessed she hadn’t ever used before. The brunette had found some placemats that she’d placed in front of two chairs, and a couple more candles that were placed in the middle of the small table, between two full wine glasses.
“I love ravioli!” Aubrey replied brightly, taking a seat opposite the spot that Stacie had already placed her plate on. They both fell silent as they sat looking across the table at one another, soft nervous smiles on their faces. Aubrey wasn’t quite sure what was happening here. If this had been a guy then this would’ve looked like a date. Perhaps would have even felt like a date. It…sort of did feel like a date. Aubrey did sort of, perhaps, possibly have some kind of attraction towards Stacie. The woman was beautiful. And all that she’d done for her this evening was certainly helping to fuel this attraction.
Aubrey picked up her wine glass with a smile, raising it slightly and she watched as Stacie did the same, “To us” the blonde said softly and Stacie nodded.
“To us” she echoed, a smile having grown on her face, and they both took long sips of wine before tucking into the meal.
Aubrey loaded one of the parcels of steaming ravioli onto her fork and slid it into her mouth, chewing slowly, enjoying the flavours that burst around her tongue. This may be the best meal she’d ever tasted. She watched Stacie looking down at her own plate, the brunette pushing her food about nervously with her fork, and Aubrey felt bad. Was Stacie nervous around her because of how she treated her and the rest of The Bellas back in college? Because she’d been bat-shit crazy back in college. Terrified of leading The Bellas to failure in her first and only year as Captain, so she’d pushed them too hard, had lost far too much sleep, and had thrown up far too many times thanks to the panic attacks she’d experienced back then. But she was a different person now. Older, maturer, less pukey. Amazing what a difference five years made really. She just needed to prove it to Stacie.
“Okay, this is officially the best ravioli I’ve ever tasted.” Aubrey said with a smile having swallowed her first mouthful. And to her delight Stacie looked up from her plate, holding her loaded fork still while a smile grew on her face.
“It’s my Nonna’s signature dish.” Stacie revealed, placing one of the food parcels in her mouth and chewing delicately while looking over the candles at Aubrey.
“Y-You made this from scratch??” Aubrey asked, her face opening wide in shock, looking down at her plate of food.
“Mmmhmm!” Stacie replied, a smile remaining on her face while she swallowed her first mouthful, “Yeah, and I even skipped the aniseed because you’re allergic.”
Aubrey quickly looked up at Stacie, her brow furrowing slightly wondering how the hell Stacie would know about her food allergy, but the brunette simply shrugged, “I checked with Chloe to see if you had any food allergies” and the younger woman gave Aubrey a wink.
A smile slowly grew on Aubrey’s face while she looked into Stacie’s green eyes, and her heart rose a little. Okay maybe she was becoming more and more attracted to the woman by the minute thanks to her generosity. Or it could be thanks to the second large glass of wine Aubrey was now sipping.
The two women took second mouthfuls of ravioli with coy smiles on their faces. Both feeling the tension in the air. Neither knowing what to do about it. So with another long sip of wine Aubrey cleared her throat, raising her eyebrows as she gently loaded another piece of ravioli onto her fork, “So, you said you wanted to get away from your parents for the weekend?”
“Oh..” Stacie said, hesitating before looking down at her plate with a small shrug, “..I just get a lot of heat from them about what I’m gonna do with my life,” and Aubrey felt for the younger woman as Stacie shook her head gently, pushing a piece of ravioli around her plate while scrunching her nose up, “I know I want to get into fitness somehow, like becoming a PT or Yoga Instructor, but they don’t see that as a suitable career path for me.”
Aubrey could sympathise. Her own parents were difficult to impress. That was why she spoke to them so rarely nowadays. She knew no amount of achievements would be enough to impress her parents, “What career path do they think is suitable?”
“A doctor.” Stacie said in an unenthusiastic tone, cocking her eyebrow with an unimpressed expression as she looked up at Aubrey.
“Ah..” the blonde said with an awkward smile.
“Yeah, the curse of being the youngest child of two doctors and having four older brothers who are also doctors.” Stacie said with an eye roll and a sigh, tugging a piece of pasta into her mouth. Aubrey was surprised. She wasn’t sure why, but she’d always imagined Stacie to come from a family that were a little less clever. Not that she ever thought Stacie was unintelligent. She just hadn’t expected the young woman to come from a family of medical professionals! “So I usually stay at my Nonna’s on the weekend but she’s in hospital at the moment and I couldn’t stand the idea of having to spend the weekend with my parents complaining about the amount of time I spend at the gym.”
“Oh Stacie,” Aubrey said followed by a gentle gasp, “I’m so sorry to hear about your Nonna.”
She watched as a soft smile appeared in the corner of Stacie’s mouth, the brunette reaching out for her glass and taking a long sip of wine before shrugging, “She’ll be okay. She’s Italian. Tough as old boots.”
Two hours later, Aubrey and Stacie had finished their meal and had almost finished their third bottle of wine. That bottle was now stood on the side of the private jacuzzi which was at the back of Aubrey’s log cabin. And in that jacuzzi sat Aubrey, her long blonde hair now tied up into a loose bun on top of her head, her body now dressed in her favourite bikini. She was fairly certain she was almost drunk. Not so drunk that she was feeling sleepy, but drunk enough that as she sat within the hot bubbling water of the jacuzzi she didn’t use nearly enough, her head felt light and a little fuzzy.
Laughter was falling out of her mouth far too frequently now, but she couldn’t help it because everything Stacie said seemed to be hilarious. The brunette sat in her own bikini close to Aubrey’s left. Stacie’s right arm was currently stretched behind the older woman along the edge of the jacuzzi, her left hand holding her wine glass. Both of Aubrey’s hands held her own wine glass. And the two women giggled together beneath the starry night sky.
Aubrey found her blue eyes lazily staring down at Stacie’s lips while the brunette spoke to her. She marvelled at the way the woman’s lips curved into a smile so frequently with every few words. And not for the first time since they’d left the kitchen about an hour ago, Aubrey wondered what those lips might feel like. What they might taste like. Because yeah, she’d decided that she was definitely attracted to Stacie. She’d never really been attracted to women in the past. But…well for some strange reason Stacie was the exception. And Aubrey didn’t mind one bit.
Her heart raced a little as she noticed the way Stacie swallowed loudly, looking down nervously at her lips. She could feel the brunette’s ample bosom leaning up against her left arm, wet from the hot jacuzzi water, and Aubrey could feel her own chest rising and falling with nerves and anticipation. Her blue eyes dragged back up to Stacie’s bright green eyes and her heart skipped a beat as they locked.
They could’ve been sharing a look for a few seconds. They could’ve been sharing a look for a few minutes. Neither were sure thanks to the amount of wine they’d consumed.
All of a sudden, Stacie took a deep breath and leant her face closer to Aubrey’s, capturing the blonde’s lips with hers.
Aubrey had already closed her eyes. Stunned. Drunk. Happy..
Stacie had frozen, her eyes having closed too. Equally stunned. Equally drunk. Equally happy..
Stacie brought her right hand up to cup the back of Aubrey’s neck, their mouths both opening to deepen their kiss. Aubrey slipped her left hand beneath the hot water, placing it on Stacie’s right thigh, and action that elicited a small moan at the back of the brunette’s throat.
Their kiss broke for a moment, both women looking deep into one another’s eyes while they caught their breath.
“You don’t hate me for doing that?” Stacie mumbled quietly, swallowing nervously, but a small smile grew on Aubrey’s face as she nudged the brunette’s nose with the tip of hers.
“Definitely not.” Aubrey whispered, and a sloppy grin spread across Stacie’s face as the gap between them closed again.
This time their kiss immediately deepened, Stacie slipping her tongue experimentally into Aubrey’s mouth, and their heads began to rock in time with one another. Neither really cared that the other had let go of their respective wine glasses, the wine spilling into the jacuzzi water as the glasses drifted around the surface of the bubbling water.
Aubrey brought her right hand up to cup Stacie’s cheek. Stacie, meanwhile, moved herself onto Aubrey’s lap, straddling her waist, both arms now around the blonde’s neck. And Aubrey had slid her left arm around Stacie’s waist.
They remained in that position for several minutes. Kissing loudly, sloppily. Their hands drifting to different parts of each other’s bodies as their arousals grew.
Aubrey couldn’t be sure if it was the alcohol in her system doing the talking in her head, but she was almost certain that she was falling head over heels for this girl. She’d never kissed a girl before. But as she continued to make out with Stacie she felt sure she never wanted to kiss any other girl again. Just Stacie. It would only ever be Stacie.
Stacie was sure it wasn’t the alcohol in her system that was fuelling her desire. She’d had a crush on Aubrey for a very long time now. A crush that may have turned into the early signs of love this evening, the more they had chatted. Aubrey was every bit the amazing woman Stacie knew she would be. But kissing her was a million times better than she ever imagined it would be.
The time went on. Their kissing more frantic. Their hands tugged and pulled at one another’s bikinis as they craved the touch of each other’s skin. Hands cupping breasts. Tongues licking necks. Mouths sucking patches of skin. Teeth capturing nipples.
It had all started off very innocuously. A simple text. One very simple text that had led to Aubrey and Stacie coming together in the most unexpected way. In more ways than one..