Well, it's not like She has other plans...

Sandy was unable to come up with any other reasonable excuses. Kelly seemed so happy with herself. What she had said seemed less a confession and more a statement of lifestyle. She liked being thought of as a sexual being, as a woman who got to sleep with whoever she wanted. The thought was strangely appealing to Sandy as she finished eating, and allowed Kelly to escort her to the small room where the panel was to take place.

What would it have been like to show up at this convention as flagrant and open as Kelly? Could she have even done it? Instead of being annoyed with the come-ons and the suggestions, taking them for what they were, and choosing to reject them or accept them? It was a scary thought, and one that flew directly in the face of everything she had ever thought of as proper or polite. Women just didn't flaunt their sexuality like this in her experience. Those that did certainly didn't fall into the category of sweet, kind and generally fun, like Kelly. It was certainly something to think about.

The panel actually was quite enjoyable. Despite Sandy's lack of interest in most costumes, the discussion had more to do with representing a character by their costume choices than the costume choices themselves. Each time a character wore something it should say something about that character, at least that was the general theory expounded by the panel. Of course, the questions were not nearly as interesting, having to do more with specific color choices at one point and the amount of skin you could get away with a PG-13 at another. Altogether though, it was a lot of fun, and Sandy couldn't help but notice whenever a woman would give her one of those subtle hints that she was interested, now that she was actually paying attention.

"I'm the luckiest gal here..." Kelly remarked after she noticed Sandy taking in the sight of a woman in a gauzy white dress, who had passed far too close to be a coincidence.

"We're not..." Sandy began, before **** back the objection. "Ok, fine, you're gorgeous."

"Not what I was looking for." Kelly grinned, waving her hand again to try to attract the attention of the moderator.

"What were you looking for?" Sandy leaned close to whisper the question.

"This." Kelly turned her head quickly and pressed her lips against Sandy's.

Sandy was too shocked to do more than bug out her eyes as she felt Kelly's active lips against hers. They were sitting right in the middle of the audience, and the sound of hoots around them immediately assaulted her ears. She felt the blood rushing to her face, and was about to pull back when she felt Kelly's hand on the back of her neck, pulling her into the kiss. An active tongue began to play at her lips, and she realized that Kelly was trying to turn this into a full-fledged, for an audience, French Kiss.

Unwilling to maintain the kiss any longer, Sandy pulled back, and Kelly reluctantly let her go.

"Now, they're jealous." Kelly whispered, looking around at the other women in the room who had stopped to look on. The panel had continued, but the brief event had drawn more attention than Sandy would have expected.

"Warn me next time you're going to do that." Sandy licked her lips, tasting a slight flavor of strawberry on them. Kelly was wearing flavored lip gloss, she realized. She could feel the embarrassment flowing through her body, and her face turning shades of red. The worst part of all was that under her shirt she could feel her nipples beginning to press against their bindings. Kelly had managed to turn her on, and she'd never even contemplated feeling that way about a woman before.

"Ok, I promise. I'm now warning you I will do that again before the night is over." Kelly grinned again, leaning her head close, and gently rubbing her cheek against Sandy's shoulder.

Sandy couldn't be free of Kelly the remainder of the day. With no other activities planned for this day that interested her, Kelly felt free to spend the day with Sandy. They returned to the Dealer's room for some more browsing and swag stuffing, during which Kelly picked up a baseball cap with some kind of octopod creature on it, which was totally out of character for her costume, but which she immediately began to wear, tucking her blonde hair back.

When the final bell began to toll for the room, Kelly turned to Sandy with a broad smile.