Desiree
The weather was cold. Very cold, but, the air was dry. The snow on the ground days old. Desiree walked up to her front door, inserted the key and walked into her tiny apartment. Thinking to herself, she wondered if this is all that there was. That her life had become a series of sameness days. Day after day. Day after day. She was the manager of a local coffee shop, her degree in chemistry all but useless, and her love life nonexistent.
For God;s sake she didn't even have a cat
, she thought to herself.
She tossed her keys into the small glass bowl on the side table just steps from the kitchen entrance on the right. This just as she entered her tiny box of an apartment. Next Desi went across the small living room to her computer desk and turned on her laptop, just to the left of the short hallway to her bedroom. Mostly she just drifted into various websites, no real plan in mind, just passing the time. She thought of watching some TV but in truth she just did not feel like it. The small TV centered on the left wall on top of a very old TV stand in the same room. She was deciding exactly what she might do for the evening, when there was an unexpected knock at her door.
She looked through the small four panel window and was greeted by the back of the head of a dark haired woman. She was turned away from Desi, looking into the street. The street in front of Desiree's small apartment building. A converted shop with just two apartments. She turned her head back towards the door. Desi reached down for the door handle. For a moment she hesitated. Surprised. She was in a word, beautiful. As beautiful a woman as she had ever seen. Stark bluish green eyes, almost aquamarine. Her nose was narrow and perfect, her lips fulls and sensual, her chin was fragile, narrow, which just added to her beauty. Her hair darkest midnight. Shaking her head, clearing her thoughts, she opened the door to the woman.
"May I help you, uh..., miss?" Her smile was something out of the movies. She was not just pretty, but something about her was magnetic. Desiree was not a Lesbian, she liked guys, but she could not help but be attracted to this woman in some way she did not understand.
"Oh..., hello. I am Gina, I am your new neighbor." She pointed up to the apartment above hers that was entered from the outdoor stairs on the side of the building. It was bigger than hers, and Desi had imagined someday making enough money to afford it. It was a three bedroom, and had been remodeled more recently then her downstairs apartment. "I just thought I would say hello... My, aren't you a pretty one." Desi knew she was blushing. She considered herself perhaps barely prettier than average, but nothing spectacular. Nothing about her displayed a beauty anything like this woman. Desi was surprised at the comment. Never good at taking compliments, from this beautiful woman is was even more disconcerting. "Oh, quit your blushing." She sort of laughed., "Your name, miss...?"
"Desiree, but everyone calls me Desi."
"Oh, that's cute. I am Gina and well..., sorry for being forward..., but are you going to invite me
in?"
"Oh..., certainly. Come in." Desiree was still dressed in her work clothes. Dark jeans and a dark blouse, nothing that flattered the figure. But, for some reason, Desiree thought this woman was checking her out. Desiree had never been into women, but some how this flattered her. Not only that, but she felt herself getting warm around her face and neck. "S-sorry," she stammered. "The place is not much, but it is home. Uhm..., would, would you like something to drink. I have diet soda..., or water. I, I can make coffee?" She did not know why, but this beautiful woman really made her nervous.
"No, no. Nothing. What I came over here for, the reason I knocked on your door was to ask you if you play cards. We, me and my husband moved in here a couple of weeks ago and we saw your comings and goings. We play various card games. Our friend John usually plays with us, but it turns out he is busy this Friday. We sure could use a third. Interested?"
It was so weird. So out of place, so sudden. Her neighbors had never even spoken to Desi, this woman Gina and her husband, and suddenly she was being invited to their place to play, of all things, cards. "I have not played any cards since, well..., since I was a kid. I mean..."
"Oh," Gina interrupted, "We can teach you. We play a few different card games, just need another body. And..., well, we have noticed you don't get out much." It was true. Desi rarely got out. She had a few friends, but most of them had married or moved away. The last couple of years she had not even been out to see a movie. She hesitated, unsure of what to say. But, before she could respond Gina continued. "Please...," placing on her hand on her arm as they moved across the room. Desi motioned for her to sit on her small couch and Desiree sat next to her. "Come on over... Friday, say about seven..., unless you work?"
"I manage a coffee place..., I work days. Choose my own schedule."
"Well, then great. Come on over." She said this as she stood up, obviously ready to leave. Not even waiting for a response, she continued. "See you then, we'll feed you too, just bring yourself." She smiled as she headed to her door. "I'll let myself out..., see you then."
A few minutes later she stood in front of her dresser at the end of her bed in her very small bedroom. Above that dresser was a small mirror with a small crack up in the left hand corner. The dresser and the mirror, along with the bed, had come with the apartment. The walls of the room were paneling that must have been very pretty at some point. But, the brown, years old wall covering had seen better days. It gave the room a sort of..., oldness.
Looking at herself in the mirror she saw less then what Gina had said about her. Maybe slightly pretty, eyes brown and round. Her nose was nice, maybe her best facial feature. She undressed, taking off her bra she looked at her trim waist, and the bush that hid the slit between her legs. She usually kept it trim so she decided that night to cut it back to a V that she found more attractive. Not that anyone had seen it in years. Desi had nice legs, long for a woman that was not quite five feet six inches tall. Her ass was shapely and it was this feature that garnered her the most attention. She felt her arms too slim, and had planned on starting a regimen of exercises and perhaps some light weight lifting to build a little definition. It was her lips that bothered her. Thin, barely there. She also suddenly noticed she was wet. Her vagina was wet. Thoughts of Gina?
It was following Monday and Desi was unsure whether she was even going to go to her neighbors' house that following Friday. For some reason, all week, it was the number one thing on her mind. She kept seeing Gina's..., were they blue? Were they green? Were they a combination, a blend of both? Her eyes. She could not get her eyes out of her mind.
"Desi? Mind elsewhere?" It was one of her better workers, Diane. Desi had come back to the storage closet looking for..., something.
" I, I came back her for something." A small laugh. "And I can't remember what."
"Blond Roast, supposed Boss..., dang. Where is your mind at?"
