"Again, again, step, step, pause, step, step, pivot, twist, turn, step, step..." Ivory's dance teacher's voice boomed through the studio along with a few attention getting claps. Trista sat watching her on the low seats at the other end. As Ivory spun her long orange-golden hair whipped around her thighs. She had forgotten to tie it back in a bun. Trista loved to run her hand through it because it was silky smooth. She would have put it up for her but they were running late. Her own hair was black and cropped short. She preferred it short on herself but she loved it long on others.
“What’s up Tris?”
“Huh? Oh I’m just thinking.” Ivory had finished the dance lesson.
“About what?” Ivory smiled at Trista with a twinkle in her eyes. “Was it me?”
“Oh… just your hair…” She paused. “Do you want to go get a bite to eat or something?” Trista asked. Ivory nodded and they headed out the door. Both had recently turned eighteen and moved out together.
In their usual booth at the pizza parlor they ordered drinks and a pizza between them. They were one of the few people that sat at the booth because the lighting didn’t reach into it properly which cast it in shadow. They sat next to each other so they could look out at the growing crowd of diners. It took little effort for Trista to get hot. She often wore skirts to hide the wet spots on her panties. Ivory could see the warning signs. Unconsciously Trista would start to get goosebumps and would rub her hands down her legs as though trying to warm up. Ivory caught Trista’s right hand and cupped it against herself. She smiled in pleasure at her. Ivory put her own hand up Trista’s skirt and startled to rub through the panties. Trista sighed. She could feel herself building up.
