This is going a bit far...

Apart from a small cabal of people filming a web series in the hall, the hotel was a great deal quieter than anyplace else had been. Of course it was night, and Sandy and Kelly had narrowly avoided the security guard who was checking registered guests against a list. Sharing a room might be standard convention practice, but it was also highly against the rules of the hotel.

"They're getting harder to dodge all the time," Kelly complained as Sandy fumbled with the door key. The damned thing seemed to exist merely to frustrate her efforts, and it took a good four swipes and a jiggle of the door before the small light finally lit up green.

"Who, the security guard?" Sandy asked, pushing open the door. The sound of snoring was present in the room, and it took only a quick glance to see that Nathan had procured one of the beds.

"Yeah, the rent a cops used to be cool, but now it seems like they just want to bust people ... and I see that there's only one bed available..." Kelly remarked, closing the door after the two of them had entered.

"I can always take the floor again..." Sandy offered, before she became aware of exactly how close Kelly was standing to her.

"You don't really want to sleep on the floor again..." Kelly intoned the words carefully, raising her hand and subtly waving it. "These aren't the droids you're looking for."

"So, you're sleeping on the floor." Sandy suggested, edging towards the bathroom.

"Oh god, you are so ... C'mon, one bed, hot girl ... do the math." Sandy rolled her eyes again, placing her hands on her hips challengingly.

"I'm grungy, and sweaty..." Sandy demurred, stepping back towards the barrier of the bathroom door. Only a few steps more.

"And I like that..." Kelly followed, closing the gap.

"Kelly, you're drunk..."

"Not too drunk." Kelly surged forward, and her arms went around Sandy. The contact was soft, but insistent, and as Sandy opened her mouth to protest, she found Kelly's lips there, kissing her passionately.

"MMM..." Kelly hummed against Sandy's lips, her hands slipping down to grasp at the jeans that Sandy wore.

For her part, Sandy was reeling. She had been with guys before, and the aggressiveness was familiar, but Kelly had a sensuality to her gropes that was completely new. She really couldn't explain why, but she felt aroused, even turned on by how much Kelly wanted her. The thought that ran through her mind was that she had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams, but any further, and it would turn into one of the most dismal failures that she could imagine.

"Kelly..." She began as Kelly broke the kiss. Her face was close now, and Kelly's eyes held promises of pleasure in them that were nearly impossible to miss.

"Sam..." She breathed back, leaning forward to peck gently. Then again. "Kiss me back..."

The temptation was incredible. Sandy took in Kelly's soft lips, her blue eyes, the soft shades of makeup which transformed her into the ravishing seductress. Kelly was here; she wanted Sandy, or at least the facade that she was portraying. The heat of the day, the frustration of the previous night and the last vestiges of **** all conspired to drive the rational objections out of her mind.

Sandy leaned forward, and pressed her lips against Kelly's. She eagerly responded, and Sandy felt an active tongue tracing her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly, and felt Kelly tasting her mouth deeply. The kiss deepened, and Sandy gasped with pleasure at the closeness. Even when Kelly grabbed her hand and placed it on the black fabric that constrained her breasts, she didn't shy away, merely feeling the softness of Kelly's body beneath her hand.

"Touch me..." Kelly breathed against Sandy's lips, leaning back against the small sink counter.

Sandy glanced back at the rest of the room, still hearing the sounds of Nathan's breathing. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she slowly began to slide her hand over Kelly's ample breasts. The contact brought soft bumps to the fore.

"Mmm..." Kelly groaned, pulling apart the black leather top to give Sandy more access. "Both hands..."

The last shreds of rationality tried to assert themselves, as Sandy felt Kelly guiding her hands. Both hands now were stroking across Kelly's bustier, and her tongue was playing back and forth in Kelly's mouth. I'm making out with a girl, her mind screamed at her, and a brief moment of panic surged through her.

"Kelly ... We shouldn't..." Sandy panted, breaking free of the kiss, but unable to move her hands with Kelly's fingers interlaced with hers.

"Hell yes we should." Kelly growled, grasping at Sandy's hips urgently and pulling her back into a kiss.