Diana smiled shyly and pressed her hand against Emily's warm hand. "Don't worry about it. This was an awkward moment, I guess we should pretend it never happened." But Diana couldn't. This was an intense situation and her now awakened hormones were seeking release. How she despised some of the human emotions that flowed through her, lust most of all. She had to go, before she did something idiotic and not only embarrassed herself but also embarrassed Emily. "I... I'd better go before I do something we'll both regret. Its been great meeting you, Emily. I hope we meet again in less awkward circumstances." Diana stood, bowed slightly, picked up her tray and turned to walk out of the room, sighing softly to herself, her face still softly blushed.

Her hand took Diana's as she turned. She looked up shyly to the girl, her face still red.

"N-no... You don't have to go..."

She smiled as warmly as she could, finally getting over her embarrassment. Even though this wasn't the most comfortable of situations, Emily still didn't want Diana to go so soon after they met. Otherwise their friendship would be off to a horrible start.

"I... I'm okay now... Please, let's just watch some TV together, okay?"

Diana's skin was blazing with heat, the other girl's touch warming her flesh beyond comprehension. She smiled down at her, her own face red, and nodded sheepishly and planted her arse back into the couch. She put down her tray and looked up at the television, the credits rolling up as the Soap finally finished, leaving several cliff hangers, as always. Then in big, bold writing a new title appeared, telling the two about a show called "Judge Arnold." After the needlessly complicated and noisy introduction, stating the Judge was fair, ruling and that this was not just drama and theatrics, the show began, the announcer describing a woman in her 20s being accused of stealing a 32 year old woman's car. The two sat down and the Judge began to list off the reasons for them being here. Diana was caught up in the moment, pulling up her almost completely bare legs and hugging them tightly to her chest, getting comfortable on the couch.

Diana's skin was blazing with heat, the other girl's touch warming her flesh beyond comprehension. She smiled down at her, her own face red, and nodded sheepishly and planted her arse back into the couch. She put down her tray and looked up at the television, the credits rolling up as the Soap finally finished, leaving several cliff hangers, as always. Then in big, bold writing a new title appeared, telling the two about a show called "Judge Arnold." After the needlessly complicated and noisy introduction, stating the Judge was fair, ruling and that this was not just drama and theatrics, the show began, the announcer describing a woman in her 20s being accused of stealing a 32 year old woman's car. The two sat down and the Judge began to list off the reasons for them being here. Diana was caught up in the moment, pulling up her almost completely bare legs and hugging them tightly to her chest, getting comfortable on the couch.

Emily smiled with relief. She was glad that Diana wasn't going to leave, leaving Emily alone in the commons. It wasn't that she was afraid of being alone, just that she was already lonely. A quick glance over to the other girl reminded Emily just how pretty she was. There really wasn't a single feature on the female body that Emily didn't like, and those legs were very nice...

She managed to keep her composure this time. She turned back to the TV and saw what was on.

"Eww! A court show? Aren't there any cartoons?"

Deep down she was just a sweet little girl...

Diana giggled softly, the sound of laughter lifting her spirits from the awkward moments. Oh, weekend morning cartoons. She'd used to wake up every day, run downstairs, pour herself a bowl of cereal and milk and sit down in front of the television. She'd turn it on and watch cartoons until noon, when she would call her best friend and ask her if she could come over or if Diana could go over there.

She awakened herself from her flashback, passing the remote gently onto Emily's lap. "I haven't watched Cartoons in years, I have no idea what channels they're on. You find 'em." She smiled at the girl and turned towards the television.

Emily happily received the remote, the memory of that awkward moment slipping away as she became more comfortable. A quick search across the remote revealed the channel buttons. These were fiercely attacked in attempt to find what Emily was looking for.

Most of the channels were just boring talk shows and infomercials. The cartoons were probably only on one or two of the some-odd hundred channels that were available.

A few that were going by were, well, definitely not for Saturday mornings...

Diana watched the television screen curiously, the channels flipping by slowly enough to see whats on them but not so long that they actually wasted any time watching it. Without physically trying to, Diana leaned towards Emily, their bodies closing but not exactly touching. She was beginning to blush softly again, mentally knowing what she was doing and what she was going to do, but she was not able to help herself. She had felt the touch of Emily's lips and tasted them, now her body wanted more. And, she admitted regrettably, so did she.

After several minutes of searching, Emily finally found a channel with cartoons. As luck would have it, they were good old fashioned cartoons in Technicolor.

She sat the remote beside her on the couch. A warm feeling came to her arm, and with a quick glace Emily realized that Diana had leaned towards her. For the moment, she kept her attention on the TV, but slowly she too began to lean to the side. Part of her mind came to the conclusion that Diana wanted to be closer to her, and that part wanted to concede. That part was winning.

A few long moments later, Emily's shoulder came to rest against Diana's.

When skin met skin, Diana's flesh began to sear with heat on the inside, the pure warmth of Emily's skin turning on the poor girl on even further. The cartoon above them, although being what they were looking for, was barely being watched by Diana. Her attention was on Emily. Turning her head towards Emily, she softly spoke her name. "Emily..?" As soon as the girl turned her head towards Diana, Diana darted forwards, her lips finding her's like a heat-seeking missile. Her face was blushed and her tongue ached to find a new playmate within Emily's mouth. Her left hand was gently rubbing Emily's arm, the one who's shoulder had touched her, and her other was resting on the other girl's thigh. Finally pulling away, Diana smiled. "That was no accident."

The poor girl's eyes darted wide open as her new friend planted a firm kiss onto her lips. She had no idea that Diana would do something so... forward. Her mind told her to turn away, but the kiss was so intoxicating that Emily couldn't help but to be drawn into it. A slight gasp escaped her lips as her mouth was explored by Diana's lustful tongue. For the moment at least, her own tongue wasn't very playful.

She blushed deep red, but made no sign of wanting to get away.

"You... I-I can't believe you... Oh, oh my... That was soo..."

Diana smiled softly, putting her finger softly on Emily's lips. Both women's faces were a rosy red, Diana's right hand still laying tentatively on Emily's thigh. She leaned forwards, embracing Emily in a very intimate fashion. Their breasts, still covered in cloth, gently rubbed against each other, the rough texture of Diana's top arousing her chest. She softly whispered in Emily's ear. "Shh... Enough talking. Just let it happen." Diana planted soft, suggestive kisses on Emily's neck between every few words.

Quiet moans escaped her lips as Emily was kissed and caressed. Her sensitive breasts tingled with pleasure while they rubbed against Diana's. The graceful fingers on her hand slowly reached out to caress the girl's waist. Emily couldn't believe that her new friend had gotten her in this position so quickly. She decided to work more on her self control. Unfortunately, this decision went more or less entirely unnoticed, obscured by how much she was enjoying those soft kisses.

Guilt suddenly welled within Diana. She shouldn't force herself onto this woman. It wasn't right. This made her no better then the very monsters on this island. But she knew if she pulled away now, Emily's hormones and arousal would drive her to just nodding her head dumbly and asking Diana to continue. This wasn't right. Diana patted Emily's thigh, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the jolt of pain waking both girls from their haze of hormones. Diana pulled away, sighing softly as she did. "Emily, I'm sorry. This isn't right. Lets do something... else. Please?" Diana nervously avoided eye contact, hoping that the girl wouldn't see the lust and glazed twinkle in her eyes.

Emily jumped at the sudden slap against her thigh. Her body slunk back into the corner of the couch as her breath gradually began to slow. She looked at Diana as the girl did what she could to seem uninterested in continuing. Truth be told, Emily wasn't quite sure how to react to this latest development. She glanced back and forth between the TV and Diana, her fingers acting autonomously to stroke her own cheek.

"Ah... Well... If-if you don't want to then I guess... But..." Her voice trailed off. Diana had made the first move, and Emily had liked it. She was growing more and more interested in the possibilities.