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"Shit!" Lisa heard the woman yell loud and clear through the door to her apartment, over the thrum of the forgettable movie she almost forgot she was watching, over the hiss of the torrential rain outside. The dull kick she heard a couple of seconds later was even louder.

Lisa got up from her couch and looked through the peephole across the hallway to see the source of the sound. It was the woman across the hall…not the one that had been here for a couple of years, a different roommate from the seemingly rotating cast in and out of that apartment. From what Lisa could tell, everyone that lived there worked in a startup and only ended staying in the apartment for a few months before the money started coming in, or they had completely run out of their trust fund. They were all what she'd categorize as 'mean girls', the ones who were too pretty, too well put together, too perfect.

But the one standing in the hallway right now, leaning against the door Lisa now assumed she couldn't get into, her perfectly cut angular bob hanging like a sickle from her downturned head, she was anything but perfect.

"Fucking motherfucking shit…I can't fucking believe this. Fuck." The woman said. It was odd to see well-composed girls like this reveal a sailor mouth, but…Lisa had to admit, she found it pretty hot.

Lisa opened the door to her apartment, maybe just to distract the woman from her rage spiral, maybe to get her to be quiet since she would know somebody else was around.

"Locked out?" Lisa said, leaning against the doorframe.

The woman looked up, eyes rimmed with tears, her grey dress soaked and clinging to her clammy skin. When she realized she was being watched, the woman snapped back into a shadow of the pert and composed woman that she always had to be.

"Uh, yes. My roommate was supposed to be here, and she only gave me one key, and I know I left it in the gym, the fucking gym. So I'm locked out." The woman said, sniffling.

"And I'm guessing you're not inclined to walk five blocks in this downpour to get your keys, right?"

"I mean, I guess I'm going to have to." The woman said, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, an unusually improper gesture from someone like her.

"Is your roommate going to be back here tonight? If you don't have a problem with it, you can chill at my place until she gets here…I promise you, my days of being a creepy serial killer are far behind me." Lisa smirked.

This was, on reflection, a very dumb thing to say to this woman. Being a loudly queer woman with a turquoise buzzcut and piercings that said 'please don't talk to me', Lisa already got looks, and making jokes like this only made it worse.

But to Lisa's surprise, the woman's face softened and warmth returned to her cheeks. Somehow, she actually found it funny. "Umm…if you wouldn't mind? "

"I don't mind at all, I was bored anyway." Lisa stuck her hand out toward the woman. "I'm Lisa."

The woman returned the handshake, “Gwendolyn…but, just Gwen is fine.""Well, just Gwen, if you'd like to crash on my couch, get warm, and you don't mind watching bad horror movies, you can stay as long as you'd like.”

Gwen accepted Lisa’s kindness and walked into Lisa’s apartment. She looked around, seeming to be amazed at how different it looked from hers despite it being the same layout. “Oh, wow, I love your art!” Gwen’s gaze stopped for a particularly long moment on a large canvas hanging on the wall that wasn’t shy about its subject matter.

“Now that surprises me…miss startup is into lesbian bondage paintings, I wouldn’t have pegged that as a possibility.” Lisa said, relishing the pun, wondering if it would register on Gwen.

“Come on, give me some credit. I might have a bland job, but I have a design degree, I know what good art looks like.” Gwen said.

Lisa noticed for the first time that the soaked dress Gwen was wearing hugged her curves exceptionally well, and she could feel her mind racing, even if she knew it was inappropriate and maybe a little creepy. She couldn’t resist it.

Lisa looked at her feet, trying to not see Gwen’s curves. “Umm…hey, I think you might be about the same size as me, do you want a t-shirt and sweats to change into? Bring them back whenever you want.”

Gwen looked down at herself, maybe forgetting that she was utterly drenched. “I guess this is a bit…damp, isn’t it?” Gwen said.

“Uh, yeah…” Lisa said, and she ran off to get Gwen some clothes, anything to get the image of her tits and nipples out of her head.

She gave her the softest, nicest t-shirt and sweats she could find. "Don't worry about bringing them back, or, whatever, just…umm…yeah, I don't care about them much."

"Are you nervous?" Gwen said, giving Lisa a smirk.

"Just…no, I think I'm just tired."

"It's eight thirty. You know, if I didn't know better, I would think you were admiring my body…" Gwen seemed to turn the heat up just another inch.

"No, just, uh…I mean…ok…I'm gay as fuck, but you're straight." Lisa said, giving up on any chance of having a straight face.

"Am I?" Gwen said.

Something about the streaked eyeliner and the rain-slicked hair ignited a fire in Lisa that was beyond just regular attraction. There was something spectral about Gwen that Lisa couldn't shake.

"Gwen…this is…what are you trying to do here?" Lisa said, trying to keep a respectful distance.

Gwen took a step closer to Lisa and took Lisa's hands in hers. "I think I'm trying to figure out if I like you. Do you…want to help me out?" Gwen's tone had taken a sharp turn toward the suggestive.

"I…I don't think I'm your type, Gwen. You're…brunch every Sunday at a place I'd be a waiter at. You're the kind of girl that can walk around a store and not be followed by security waiting for you to steal stuff. You're--"

"Lisa, I assure you, you don't know me. Do you think I'm just some boring basic woman who hasn't thought about getting ravished by a hot punk girl before?"

Lisa looked down, the conversation had gotten a lot more explicit than she anticipated, and the only thing she could focus on was Gwen's lips, on her nipples just visible through the dress…

“I think, uh…your um, clothes…you should change so you don’t get sick or something.” Lisa stumbled over the words. She’d slept in bus terminals before, and now all the sudden she was acting like an overly sensitive worry wort not wanting someone to catch a cold?

“You’re very cute when you’re all flustered.” Gwen said with a grin, “but I agree I’m getting cold.” Gwen looked down at her hard nipples, the nipples Lisa kept stealing glimpses at, “can’t really hide that, can I?”

“You can, um, go into the bathroom or my bedroom to change.”

“Or…we can agree we’re both women and I trust that if you turn around while I’m changing you won’t take a peek. It would be awful if you did that.” Gwen said.

Lisa nodded, trying to play along, though she had no clue if she could. She didn't really have a choice, did she? She had to, didn't she?

Lisa allowed herself one peek at Gwen as she heard her changing, and she almost wished she hadn’t. Gwen’s body was beyond gorgeous, the type of sculpting and toning that only the most expensive gyms could give someone. Her black bra was still damp, clinging to her small breasts, the nipples looking even more delicious than if they were fully exposed, shrink-wrapped in the black fabric.

"Did you peek?" Gwen said after a few seconds.

"I'm not going to answer that…" Lisa said, her heart skipping a few beats, the lie doing a good job of hiding the truth.

"That means yes."

"I glanced. Maybe even just a half a glance." Lisa said, turning around to see that Gwen was still standing in her bra, nothing really having changed since Lisa took her peek.

"Oops. Guess that makes it a whole glance, doesn't it?" Gwen stood with her hands on her hips, a wry smirk making Lisa even more turned on.

"Gwen, I don't understand, we met an hour ago, and I'm…I do n't get it." Lisa said, sitting on the couch to give herself a chance to breathe.

"I just had what was maybe the worst day I've had in six months, and after all of it I came home soaking wet and unable to get into my apartment. Wouldn't you want to just get off if you were in the same situation?" Gwen took a step toward Lisa, dropping the shirt on the ground.

"This is…just really fast."

"Have you used Tinder before?"

"No, they don't…like girls like me much." Lisa stammered.

"Compared to some Tinder dates I've been on, being in your apartment for a half an hour and only just now being topless is pretty much like waiting until marriage." Gwen closed more distance, now within arm's reach of Lisa.

Lisa stared into Gwen's grey-blue eyes. It was true that Gwen's makeup was still streaking, but there was something about the dishevelment of it that made Gwen's eyes seem more vibrant, more piercing. "OK, I just…I want to be completely sure because you're talking to me like you want to have sex, tonight, right now." Lisa said.

Gwen took another step forward, getting so close now that Lisa could feel Gwen's body heat, smell the scent of her wet skin.

Gwen pushed Lisa against the back of the couch, pressing her pelvis against Lisa's aching core and ran her hand up the side of Lisa's face. "Yes, Lisa. I want to fuck the cute punk girl who gets all flustered when someone comes on to her. Is that alright with you?"

Lisa could barely think straight, and Gwen was already taking her over. The wet skin, the disheveled look, the confident swagger of it all, it was more than she'd ever dared dream of, and it was all real, right in front of her.

The grip of her inhibition loosening, Lisa leaned forward and kissed Gwen, her lips soft and warm, the taste of her perfume new on Lisa's tongue .

"Is this good? Do you like this? Can I keep going?" Lisa whispered to Gwen between kisses, her body quivering in anticipation.

"Please…"

Gwen took Lisa's hand and put it at the top of her ass, inviting Lisa to put the other hand on her other side. Gwen's body was tight and firm, and every bit of it felt like perfection under Lisa's hands. She couldn't believe what she was feeling.

Gwen pulled Lisa into a tight embrace, kissing her on the cheek, on the neck, anywhere she could, her hands running through Lisa's short hair. "Do you have a strap-on?" Gwen growled, her breath hot on Lisa's neck.

"In the…in my room." Lisa stammered, not sure where all this was going.

Gwen put her lips on Lisa's and ran her tongue across hers, demanding more, and Lisa happily obliged her, putting her hands on Gwen's hips, kneading her thumbs into the hollows.

"I've never been with a girl, so…that could help." Gwen said.

Lisa pushed Gwen back a little, her focus broken. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah…like…I didn't even kiss girls in college." Gwen giggled.

Lisa put her hand on Gwen's stomach, just above the waistline of her sweats, her thumb pressed against the skin of her waist. "If this is what you want to do with a girl for the first time…like, understand it's not going to be just like being with a guy."

Gwen rolled her eyes and kissed Lisa again, "I know that…maybe that's why I want to do it…"

"And, like, it might hurt if we just dive into things, like if you've only been with guys." Lisa said, her heart thumping hard. "The strap-on isn't…it's, bigger than a guy, most guys at least."

"Lisa, if you want to stop--"

"I don't. I want this. I just don't want it to hurt you…or you to regret it, or something." This was easily the most talking and negotiation Lisa had done for any sexual encounter. Usually, if a girl was down, Lisa was too, and they dealt with the awkwardness and weird feelings afterwards. But now, Lisa felt some kind of obligation to make this good for Gwen…or even, somehow, perfect.

Lisa put her hand in the waistline of Gwen's sweatpants. Gwen put her hand over Lisa's, guiding her, the soft warmth of Gwen's core under Lisa's fingertips. Gwen pressed Lisa's fingers into the soft wetness of her shaved pussy, the delicate skin feeling like silk. "See how wet I am for this already, Lisa?"

"Gwen…this is really…fuck…you're beautiful." Lisa said, pulling her hand out of Gwen's sweats and sliding it up under her bra, the nipple hard in the palm of her hand.

Gwen leaned forward and nipped at Lisa's ear, then whispered, "then fuck me like I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen."