Amy Goes Back The Next Night

Amy pressed her finger to her lips and quietly hissed to the other three shadows with her as they scrambled across the road and into the darker sanctuary of the corridor between the houses.

“Are you sure its safe?” Jelena whispered as their two dates incoherently chastised her caution and fear under their voices.

“Of course. They’re all out of town except their father. Apparently he’s been working nights.” Amy replied opening the gate with a prolonged squeak that made Jelena shudder.

“I don’t know if we…”

“Come on, when are you going to next have the chance to enjoy a hot tub with Zack.” Amy remarked leading Jelena by an arm across to the privacy shielded hot tub.

Jelena paused to question it having just been left on and running, it was the middle of the night.

“Come on boys, you know the deal.” Amy then remarked confidently spinning Jelena to join her in looking at Zack and Cody as they bumped elbows and rampantly began stripping clothes.

“OH MY GOD!” Jelena cried out in surprise to a chorus of shushes as she turned to obstruct her view, the guys soon passing by her to hop in the tub and look at Amy and Jelena with anticipation.

“What the…”

“I told them if they wanted to see us in our bikinis they had to be in the buff.” Amy remarked nonchalantly as she popped her breast in their triangles of the string bikini free from the confines of her shirt.

“Okay… Umm… Wow…. I’m not entirely…” Jelena began to respond as Amy turned to Jelena and put her hands on the platinum blondes exposed midriff.

“Look, its just butterflies. We’ve come this far. Let’s hop in and give it five minutes.” Amy assured, feeling warm corruptive energies channel through her hands into her athletic friend. "Besides, its them who are naked." Amy then whispered.

Jelena felt a strange calming thrill spread across her skin where Amy touched her, as Amy finished exposing her perfect barely clad bikini body and elegantly stepping into the hot tub sitting opposite where Jelena stood.

Jelena felt a pang of envy, jealousy, and a strangely craven desire to feel Amy’s hand back on her body as she stood there, everyone watching and waiting while the hushed small talk continued.