Lady de la Dia Ch. 05byGabriel Orr©
"Um, Sunday, I'm sorry, it's really okay," she assured her friend, still gasping for air. "It's just too much too fast. Now don't wear that face, please..." Sunday lifted her eyes, as Amy slid off the table... on the other side, to prevent any hugging that might occur. "Look," she continued, "let's talk about it after your swimming lesson, okay?"
Sunday's eyes lit up again, and she nodded vigorously. "Okay!"
Despite Amy's efforts, Sunday stepped around and hugged her tightly. Amy cringed for a moment, before putting her own arms around the masseuse's waist. At first, standing naked and wet in the arms of a girl, it was a little uncomfortable. Then it was kind of nice.