Jan Week 3: Spa Day with Samantha...A Couples Massage...things get sensual...

The door clicked shut behind them. Samantha immediately yanked Leah’s towel away, exposing her.

“Think they have hidden cameras in here?” Sam whispered. Leah scrambled to cover herself, but Sam only laughed, tossing her own towel across the room.

"I fucking hope not." Leah said--her naked body being on camera was what put her into so many messes that were destroying her life.

“Let’s see who gives better massages, shall we?” Samantha said with a wicked grin.

Sam, always the ringleader, hopped onto the table beside her and knocked their knees together.

“Now that they think we are a couple, you gotta make out with me I guess,” she said, eyes glinting wickedly. “It’s like, the law.”

She hooked a finger under Leah’s chin and tipped her face up, so close that Leah could smell the Bloody Mary on her breath, the saline tang mixing with cucumber and sweat. When their lips met, it was less a kiss than a slow, dreamy collision, all plush lips and lazy tongue and the kind of handsy groping sane people saved for after midnight.

Leah felt Sam’s fingers tangle in her hair, and then Sam was biting her lip, just hard enough to make Leah gasp.

“You are such a menace. I’m all greasy.” They pulled apart, dazed, and Leah barked a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s the good greasy,” Sam said, cupping Leah’s face and kissing her again, this time softer, almost reverent. Leah’s eyes fluttered shut. This felt like Sam was peeling off a layer of her skin and seeing what was left.