Crystal giggled under her breath as she walked up the stairs. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice that the exit was being blocked until she happened to bump into the person in question. Both the guitarist and the poor individual tumbled onto the living room carpet. When Crystal opened her eyes, she found herself being groped by a hand in her pants. The mystery as to who was groping her was overshadowed by Crystal’s wishes to get herself out of her current situation.
The guitarist tried to push herself out of reach but the hands kept a tight grasp, forcing the blue haired girl back onto the body of her captor. Crystal glanced up to see where the arms led and was entranced by a face that Jen had never sported before.
Her eyes sent daggers at the guitarist. The bass player’s cheeks were puffed and pink as her lips moved erratically, unable to decide on an emotion to convey. Shock? Embarrassment? Disgust? Rage? Rage seemed to be an appropriate reaction; however, the raven haired girl could not form words at the time, so she made incompressible grunts instead with each “Ugh.” and “Pwa?” blowing hot air into the face of one of her closest friends who was right now way to close for her liking.
Crystal felt all the blood from her face drain from her. She believed most of it was getting dumped into the buttcheek Jen was latching onto, the evidence that the blue haired girl was commando while sleeping in the bed her best friend grew up in. The young woman could feel her posterior growing hotter as the bass player squeezed tighter. The guitarist felt the urge to faint but that might have made things worse seeing that the lips of the two ladies were only separated by millimeters. Unable to think of any other options, Crystal locked eyes with Jen and uttered a soft “I’m sorry.”
Jen let go soon after and Crystal felt she could breathe again. She turned to her left and saw her other bandmates, Amiee who was now red as her hair and Allison who was scrambling for her phone.
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The next hour and a half was just like any of their previous practice sessions for the guitarist, except with a little more ribbing from Allison and the inability to look Jen in the eye. The bass player kept to herself for the most part, making comments only when they pertained to a bad note or to the sleepover.
Great! I still have nearly twelve more hours of feeling like a pervert.
Crystal was surprised that Jen hadn’t kicked her out of her house the moment after she let go of her cheek which still sore from the incident. The blue haired girl cringed as she felt the remaining imprint of her friend’s palm from inside her shorts. She didn’t want to excuse herself to the check in the bathroom. She really just wanted to leave and call Jen in a day or two, probably five, but guilt forced her to stay put until she had any excuse other than ‘Guys. I gotta leave. Jen discovered that my naked pussy and her old bed were separated only by a pair of jean shorts when she squeezed my bare ass a while back. Now, I can’t do anything without thinking about how perverted I am. By the way, could you tell that I wasn’t wearing any panties? How erect are my nipples?’
Yeah........ I hate my life.........
Crystal groaned as she held her guitar close. Despite the heat, the blue haired girl shivered as her nipples poked through the t-shirt and pressed agains the instrument. It was 2:15 in the afternoon and it had finally cooled to a nice ninety-eight degrees. During practice, Total Breakdown had built up a sweat to the point where each member was practically panting by the end of the last song.
“Um..... I would like to ask something..... May we take a break?” Amiee inquired, struggling to keep her head up.
“All in favor?” Alison asked, not counting Jen’s or Crystal’s vote before shouting, “OK! Thirty minutes! What do you guys want to do?”
Crystal let the conversation pass her by, preferring to stare at the floor and trying not to think of beds, or her thin clothing or that she was getting warmer in places that she would really not want to mention right now. However, her train of ‘not-thinking’ stopped when she heard a voice say “Crystal?”
The guitarist turned her head and faced Jen for the first time in nearly two hours. Surprisingly, other than a blush Crystal hoped was from the exercising and heat, Jen looked like her normal self. The bass player continued to smile as she asked the blue haired girl, “Could you.....
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