Susan stops Mary to ask a question.

Mary started to head out the door when Susan interjected. "Mary, can you hold on a second I've got something I need to ask you?"

"Best not keep her too long Susan," John stated as he eyed Susan suspiciously. "She didn't prebuy her ticket like us. You know how long the on-site line can be."

"A couple of extra minutes won't hurt," Susan shot back returning his gaze with a withering stare.

"Alright, alright," John replied throwing his hands up in defeat. "I'll see you two at dinner tonight. Remember eight o'clock sharp at the Whirlwind. We wouldn't want to deny dad his con tradition."

The bang of the latch from the door closing behind John signaled that Susan and Mary were alone. Susan looked up and gave Mary a shy smile. The petite blonde walked over to her friend stopping only inches from her face.

"I owe you," Susan said meekly.

Mary tried to take a step back but was stopped half way when she bumped into the wall. "I don't understand. You owe me? More like I owe you. I couldn't afford to come without you and John not charging me for the room."

Taking advantage of Mary being trapped Susan pressed in close. The determined girl placed her arm past Mary against the wall to block any escape attempt she might make. "I'm talking about what happened in the car," Susan said slightly blushing.

"You... You were awake?" Mary stammered.

"Uh huh," Susan replied with an impish grin. She reached up with her free hand and ran it sensually along the side of Mary's face. "Though your skilled hands made it ever so hard to keep up the ruse. Have you been practicing with someone and not telling me?"

Mary tried to look away from Susan's piercing stare, but the young blond's hand kept Mary from averting her gaze. With no escape apparent Mary began a rapid explanation. "No, no. I've never even been with a guy much less a girl. It's just.. Oh God! Just you looked so inviting. Ok! You were asleep. Your shirt was open. Hell, you weren't even wearing a bra... I... I..." Mary stuttered before her voice trailed off.

"What?" Susan enquired. She continued her playfully interrogation by pressing her chest into Mary's. "Was it my tits? Did they turn you on? Make you forget yourself?"

"Yeah," Mary squeaked out meekly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... Please don't hate me." Mary's eyes began to water.

"Hate you?" Susan said with a laugh. "Mary you don't think my shirt unbuttoned itself? I wanted you to do what you did. And you were very very good at it. Better than I ever fantasized. If anything I'm mad at myself."

Mary raised a hand to dry her eyes. "Mad at yourself?"

Susan lowered both her hands to take Mary by the waist and pull her friend in tight. "I wasn't expecting you to be as naughty as you were. I got nervous when your hand went inside my panties. I was afraid I would have a mind shattering orgasm just feet from my brother."

Susan then moved her face forward and kissed Mary with fire and hunger. Passion overtook both would be lovers as their arms and legs began to intertwine. Their embrace was more primal than sensuous. The shorter girl was pulling Mary into as though she was trying to meld their bodies together. Indeed, the scene look as though both girls were melting together from the heat of their coupling.

Mary broke the kiss panting. "I can't... We're just friends..."

"Oh do shut up!" Susan replied before resuming the make-out session.

Both girls were trembling when Susan disentangled herself from Mary. The blonde strutted sultrily over to one of the beds while simultaneously removing her top. Susan playfully tossed her shirt at Mary as she turned to lay down on the bed. The blonde seductively propped herself up on an elbow and beckoned her friend to join her.

"If you promise to let me taste you I promise not to stop those naughty fingers of yours," Susan said in a provocative tone with a come-hither look in her eyes.