Show Me How to Love

By: Stefani

Rated: NC17/Slash

Disclaimer: Don't own

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Characters: Amy / Trish

"Okay Amy, thanks a lot, I think we're through for the day. Great job!" The photographer complimented. Amy smiled and got her towel off a nearby chair. The WWF was doing their next diva shoot, and she was thrilled to do it, it was nothing like she had ever done. The Bahamas were somewhere she had always wanted to go, and to get to go for free was even better. The soft sun began setting, and she saw Trish finishing up with her own photographer down the shore, and walking towards her on the otherwise abandoned beach.

Amy stopped and waited as Trish slowly walked over, kicking up sand with her bare feet. Her purple and pink bikini looked wonderful on her, accenting her soft blonde hair that bounced with the hot, setting sun. Amy stood in a bit of different attire; having done a lot of bikini shots the day before. She had on a white thong with a very large and loose white blouse, unbuttoned to the third button down exposing much of her cleavage.

"Hey Ames." Trish said when she was closer, and upon closer examination, Amy saw that a light dusting of sand sprinkled over Trish's tan body and the soft stick-on body jewels that outlined her belly button.

"Hey Trish." Amy said as the two divas walked together to the beach house in the distance, "Did you have a nice day?" Amy asked breaking the soft silence that lingered between them.

"Oh yes, my photographer is wonderful and so nice. I had lunch with Stacie earlier, and have just been… flopping about the beach." She smiled widely, showing off a beautiful grin. Amy had to resist every urge not to reach out and kiss her, "How was your day?" She retorted.

"Oh, mine was okay. I just lounged about… you know… enjoyed the free vacation."

"I hear ya on that." Trish said pulling the beach house door open, holding it for Amy.

"Oh thanks!" She said. Inside, the lights were off and the house was bare, "Where's everyone at?" Amy asked.

"Well, a lot of the girls got done earlier and headed out to a bar, I'm not really in the mood for that any ways."

"Me either, I just want to lay down with the windows open and feel the wonderful beach air." Amy said, "I've always loved beaches." Trish opened up the fridge, pointing at an iced tea, as if to ask Amy is she wanted one. She nodded and Trish grabbed two, sitting down beside Amy at the kitchen table.

"I know, I love the beach. The water, the sand, the sun…" She sighed softly, "I could just live here. That's the thing about living in Canada… it's so cold." She took a long sip of tea, allowing Amy to speak.

"I love North Carolina, the beaches are so much fun, me and Matt and Jeff go down as often as we can just to goof off. I wish I lived closer, for a while I contemplated getting my house right on the beach."

"So why don't you?" Trish asked, sparking more curiosity. They knew a lot about each other from long traveling and hanging out backstage, they often talked about how airheaded a lot of the other girls were. Trish was very down to earth, just like Amy, and their conversations didn't consist of makeup and plastic surgery.

"I don't know, I guess I just love my home so much." After they finished their drinks, Trish looked over at Amy.

"How about we go shower and change and can watch a movie? I haven't seen a movie in the longest time, I'm always too busy or tired. And seeing as this is kind of a vacation…" Amy smiled from behind her empty can.

"Sure." She stood up and took Trish's can, throwing it away. They parted and went into the rooms, each with private baths. Amy's grin widened as she pulled off her shirt, her large breasts lightly falling against her torso. She let out a dreamy sigh; she had always had quite a crush on Trish, and sometimes felt like Trish felt the same, but from time to time wasn't too sure. She peeled off her tight, white thong, tossing it aside and opening one of the dresser drawers.

She rummaged through, finding a soft pink thong and a large nightshirt with a pair of very short plaid boxers. She set them on the bed and strode across the room. Her blinds were closed, but had left the window open, and could hear a soft breeze hitting them. Her bathroom was pretty elegant, this entire house was. She ran the shower for a moment before stepping under the water.

The heat felt good, and rinsed much of the sand that had clung to her skin off. There was a full bottle of cucumber melon body gel resting on a shelf, and she poured some into her washcloth before softly coating her body in the suds. She reached aside, washing her hair with the same scent, rinsing the red locks until they ran clean. There was her razor sitting aside, which she proceeded to shave around her most intimate places, followed by the rest, until she was satisfied.

She got out of the shower after a bit, not wanting to waste too much time, and walked about the room, letting her body air dry to the paradise air.

Meanwhile, Trish was in her own shower, scrubbing her body clean of all the sparkles and sand they had poured on her earlier. She too had felt something when she was around Amy; she wasn't like other girls. She was adventurous, fun, and very sexy. Trish couldn't help but stare when she saw her doing anything. The simplest tasks looked like lewd acts when she preformed them. Trish soon got out of the shower, softly patting her body dry and looking into the mirror with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Once she was satisfied with the dryness of her body, she returned to the main part of the bedroom where she found a metallic pink string thong and pulled it on. She considered if she should wear a bra, quickly deciding yes and putting on a regular one that didn't highlight her breasts quite as much. There was a silken blue tank top with matching shorts she slid on next, feeling her hair to see it was mostly dried.

After combing and fluffing it, she decided she was decent and opened her bedroom door. Across the hall, Amy's door was still shut, and she knew that sometimes Amy liked to take long showers. She walked to the kitchen and started to put together a small health tray.

But Amy wasn't still showering. She was lying in her bed, her legs spread and her fingers deep within her passage. She had planned on getting dressed, when a sudden, erotic flash passed through her mind, and she didn't want to go out there, in a situation where nothing would probably happen, all riled up and horny. Her fingers slid in and out of her faster and faster, a towel bunched under her; her face was flushed, but not sweaty. She gasped as her own left hand pinched a nipple, slowly trailing and working her clit. She chewed at her lip when she felt a soft liquid slide over her hand and on the bed, glad the towel had protected her.

Amy lay for a moment, calming herself down, before getting up and pulling the tight thong over her. She wiggled against it; it always took her a moment before she was conformable in one. She pulled a shirt over her, her perky nipples lightly sticking out, and then pulled on her shorts. She knew if she bent over, her ass hung out, but that was all part of her plan.

She cast herself a final wink in the mirror and adjusted her hair, before opening the door. Trish's bedroom was open, so she assumed she had finished before her. And upon entering the living room, she saw that was she was right. There were two glasses of Diet Coke on the glass end table that stretched in front of the couch, with a tray of vegetables, cheeses, and crackers across it. And Trish was bent over in front of the VCR, her ass sticking out, playing around with something.

"Umm… hey." Amy said. Trish let out a little surprised sound and turned around, dropping to her knees.

"I can't figure out how to work the DVD player." She said helplessly, but with a small laugh, "There were a ton of DVDs over there… but I can't seem to work it." Amy squeezed over.

"Let me have a look at it." Trish scooted over as Amy got one of the many remotes Trish had been toying with. After a few minutes, she asked for the DVD, hit play, and voi la.

"How on Earth did you do that?" Trish said with a short giggle, "I played with it for a good ten minutes."

"Magic." Amy said with a grin, "What is this any ways?" She asked as she sat on the couch beside Trish.

"American Beauty." She said, "Most of the videos and such were porn, I guess it was Vince's way of making us all the more sensual." Amy laughed loudly at that.

"He'll do just about any thing won't he?" She asked before taking a carrot and biting down on it. She seemed cool and relaxed on the outside, but her insides were trembling horribly. Trish on the other hand was fidgeting quite a bit. They made short talk during the movie, both having seen it a few times. A soft silence came over them, one that was inviting, and very tempting. The sky was darkened, which made the only glow in the room before the TV screen.

The other girl's rooms were on another side of the house, which they could get in from another door. The house was built in many parts, usually not meant for many people, more in sections of two people per unit. Trish and Amy had only seen the girls in "their" side of the house once, and that was on the first day they had arrived.

Trish bit her lip, and leaned her head back, as if to set it on the couch, it being close to Amy's arm, but after a moment she pulled it back.

"So… your video launched a few days ago… were you pleased with it?" Trish asked, trying to ask something that would directly affect Amy.

"Oh yea, sales said that the fans were really eating it up. At first I didn't believe I was getting my own video, there are so many divas that have been here longer then me that surely deserve one."

"Well, with Joannie gone, you are the top women's competitor, I don't see why you don't get one." Trish replied, Amy was blushing lightly.

"Thanks for all you said on it. It meant a lot to me" Amy said, Trish inching a bit closer to Amy, making her nervous as hell and causing her words to stutter. Trish knew this had to be the time. It was perfect.

"Well, all I said was quite true." She said softer, reaching out to pet Amy's cheek, "You're adventurous, you're daring… and you are so, so sexy." She added softly, her face getting closer to Amy's, who was petrified. Trish's lips were less then an inch away from Amy's, close enough so she could feel her breath on her. Trish's eyes slowly closed, Amy following suit.

Soon enough, Trish's soft lips touched Amy's, Amy reaching forward to hold Trish closer, her fingers clasping around her neck. After a second they pulled back, their eyes looking deep into each other's. Amy leaned forward now, capturing Trish's mouth, kissing more passionately now. She reached for her hair, finding a handful of the blonde locks and deepened the kiss.

Trish slowly pushed her over and climbed across her stomach, pushing Amy down so she could lie atop her. Amy ran her hands down Trish's back, grabbing her silk covered ass. She replied by kissing Amy harder.

"I want you so bad." She whispered, "I always have." Amy glared at Trish with a loving glare in her eyes, their lips locked as she found the elastic and pushed a hand down, feeling Trish's flesh and the thing thong strap. Not wanting to move too terribly fast, she played with the soft flesh first, Trish suddenly stopping the kisses.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked, Trish looking over her shoulder.

"Let's go to my room… just in case." Amy nodded and pulled her hand up, Trish climbing off her and Amy behind her. Trish walked in her room, which was dark now, and turned on the bedside lamp to the lowest setting. She smiled sweetly at Amy, who walked over and embraced her once more. Amy moved in once more for Trish's mouth, who moved aside. Her lips formed a pout, but Trish pushed her to the bed, straddling her with her legs and pushing the red hair back, exposing Amy's neck.

Trish lightly sucked on it, softly chewing the gentle flesh, Amy's hand once more disappearing down Trish's shirts. She pulled the thong aside, trailing her fingers down Trish's crack, feeling the wetness get more prominent the closer she got. Amy softly rubbed just below Trish's entrance, Trish now gasping against her neck.

Amy flipped them over, giving Trish a hard, soul-soaring kiss, before pushing up her shirt. She placed soft kisses on her stomach, reaching back to unclasp her bra and free her breasts. Amy took one in her teeth, tugging it erect and sucking on the end. Trish's back arched up, her hands pushing Amy down. She tried to get her shirt off, finally in succession throwing it aside while Amy finished up with her other breast.

Amy reached up to pull her own shirt off and expose herself, kissing Trish again so their bare breasts rubbed together. She kissed a line down the center of her body, getting to the shorts. Amy slowly slid them down Trish's legs and off, leaving the blonde beauty in nothing but her underwear, which was already soaked quite a lot. She spread Trish's legs and pulled the thin strap aside, the shaved pussy before her. Amy pushed a finger into the depth, Trish sighing softly in reply.

The sticky heat of Trish's insides caked Amy's finger, and soon she had enough with the underwear, and pulled her finger out, throwing the wet garment away. Amy spread Trish's legs more, lightly flicking at the swollen clit, causing Trish to cry out a few times in response.

Amy then kissed Trish's clit, before pushing her tongue deep into the walls of her pussy, Trish gasping and pushing back at Amy's face, who slowly began to eat her out. Trish pulled aside, getting handfuls of the bedding. After a bit, Trish ushered Amy off, turning her over and pulling her shorts and thong down, admiring her beauty. She pushed two fingers deep into Amy, who sighed softly, as Trish began to work them in and out.

Amy began to pant and a thin layer of sweat caked her body, her face was a deep red. Trish looked at her with a small smile and reached in the bedside table, finding a lotion bottle she had been using as a dildo lately. She licked her lips at Amy who willingly spread her legs, and Trish slowly pushed the plastic into her, Amy's pussy swallowing it up. Her breathing was staggered and rough as Trish began to slide it in and out, Amy's gasps and cries filling the room.

"Oh God, Trish…" She yelped, Trish had a sinister glow in her eyes, melting into Amy's, "God, go faster…" Trish complied, speeding up her movements and pounding the bottle deep in Amy. Amy was crying out louder and louder, and soon she threw her head back and Trish knew what was coming. She pulled the bottle out and buried her head in the shaved mound, swiping her tongue in as she was greeted with a mouthful of Amy's cum.

Before Amy could even calm down, Trish kissed her and picked up the bottle, pounding herself lewdly with it, Amy's juices still stuck to it. Amy caught her breath and tried to help Trish, laying her down and moving the bottle in and out.

"Amy…pound my pussy with it, give it to me!" She grunted, Amy concentrating solely on pleasing Trish and pushing harder and harder, until Trish let out a soft gasp, and her clear fluid slid out onto the wet bed. Amy pulled the bottle up and stimulating Trish's clit, intensifying the orgasm more and more, the room spinning for Trish until her climax stopped. Amy lay beside her, kissing her deeply.

Trish sighed happily, smuggling her head against Amy's chest and closing her eyes.

"Thank you." Trish whispered, Amy looked down.

"For what?" She answered, softly kissing her forehead.

"Showing me how to love."