Don't feel up to it

Sally smiled, she felt a sudden wave of shyness sweep over her.

Chelsea began to carefully and expertly plait Sally's hair.

Sally looked at her hands.

Chelsea finsished plaiting Sally's hair and tied in the hair band, "Done," she smiled.

"Thanks..." Sally smiled, turning to look at Chelsea.

Chelsea smiled and kissed her cheek softly.

Sally shuffled closer, kissing her properly.

Chelsea kissed back.

Sally was confused.

CHelsea moved closer.

Sally wrapped her arms around Chelsea's neck.

Chelsea's arms locked round Sally's waist.

Sally moaned a little, her towel falling down, leaving her in just her underwear. She kissed a little deeper.

Chelsea kissed even deeper.

Sally moaned again, kissing just as deep, pressing her chest to Chelsea's.

Chelsea moaned softly, arms tightening.

Sally just wanted to be held and to feel pleasure. But only if it was Chelsea.

Chelsea wasn't sure how Sally felt about her, or what Sally wanted.

Sally slipped her hands to Chelsea's, directing them to her bra strap at the back, telling her if that's what she wanted to do it was good with her, her own hands hovered at the top of Chelsea's shirt.

CHelsea hesitated, and then moved her fingers, undoing Sally's bra strap.

Sally moaned a little.

(OOC: I'm lost...oh hang on...)

Chelsea pulled back, pausing a second before pulling of her top. Now they were both at pretty much the same stage in being declothed.

Sally slowly removed her bra, throwing it to the floor, hands going to Chelsea's brastraps, pushing them down her shoulders.

Chelsea watched her, then undoing the bra clasp and letting it fall off her.

sally took this slowly, stroking her hands up into Chelsea's hair for now.