She was in The Athlete’s room and it didn’t take much to convince her to fool around. “Here’s your purse,” The Athlete said as she held it between them by the strap with a single finger. They stood close to each other until the only space between them was occupied by the purse. Ashley looked into her icy blue eyes and decided to go for it. She leaned in and kissed The Athlete on the mouth and she returned the favor, as though they had mutually agreed on something without uttering a word. Their tongues battled each other like colliding waves and their hands ran up and down each other’s bodies grabbing asses and legs. The Athlete kissed at Ashley’s neck and she panted and eagerly waited for her to make the next move. “You couldn’t have come at a better time,” The Athlete said, “I was just about to change into costume.” “Don’t let me hold you up,” Ashley said in between steamy breaths. The Athlete guided Ashley to the bed, “You wait here. I’ll be right back,”
