THURSDAY
Once again, Layla woke to the gentle brightness filtering through the semisheer curtains of this bedroom. At some point in the early morning slumber, Layla had taken one of the many pillows on the bed and wrapped her arms around it lovingly. Layla looked at it and imagined Selena coaxing herself out of Layla's sleepy grip with this feathery facsimile, the way an adventurer in an unsavory bar might replace the sleeping drunk's bottle with an empty one.
Again, Selena's side of the bed was cold. She'd evidently woken long ago, probably already hard at work. Even though they went to bed at the same time, Layla always slept later because she probably spent an hour each night trying to reconcile what had happened to her. She was sleeping with the most famous porn star in the world, and the sexiest futa that ever existed. How could she be so lucky? What had she done so right?
As it turned out, trying to dismiss these thoughts was no easier at night than in the morning. When she was resting against Selena's breast, she could feel her soft flesh, smell her hair, feel her heart beating significantly slower than hers. In the morning... she was alone. Even though she knew this was one of Selena's bedrooms, she feared waking up and realizing that this whole thing had been a wonderful dream to which the rest of her life would compare unfavorably.
Layla stayed in bed just a little longer before finally throwing the sheets off her and showering. This was the first time she'd managed to take an entire shower in Selena's house without getting an erection.
As she left the shower, she again contemplated the white robe. She didn't really want to strut around naked again, in case there was some other unexpected guest that Selena hadn't told her about. Then again, that prank they pulled on all those fussy businessmen where she flashed her hard boner at all of them... that was definitely more exciting than she thought it'd be.
Layla decided to forego the white robe and dress in her normal bra, camisole and yoga pants. The sweatshirt she normally wore around her waist to hide her bulge... she wore that the traditional way, around her torso, her half-chub already swelling eagerly down one of her pant legs.
Layla walked out from the bedroom and found Selena right where she expected her to: at the kitchen, sat in front of an empty plate and can of pineapple juice, her breakfast long gone. Layla was briefly surprised to see Selena frowning, as if something was troubling her.
Selena looked up, and suddenly beamed with happiness. The trouble had faded away instantly. This dramatic change of mood stemmed exclusively from seeing Layla, whom Selena knew for certain she would see. But her smile was as genuine and happy as if they happen to run into each other in a supermarket in a neighborhood where neither of them lived.
And Layla wasn't even naked.
Layla darted to Selena, and they kissed slowly, luxuriating in every twist of their lips. Layla's hand explored between Selena's legs, fondling her balls gently as Selena rubbed Layla through the lycra of her yoga pants.
Selena brought her lips to Layla's neck, kissed it and purred against it. Layla jumped and giggled uncontrollably.
"Minx." Selena whispered into Layla's ear.
"What's for breakfast?" Layla whispered back.
"You." Selena took Layla's shoulders and brought her down onto the countertop, her legs hanging off the end. Selena held her down and spiraled her tongue all over her. Layla moaned wildly, barely able to think. She tried to say something close to "Oh my God, oh my God," but she could never quite get her breath out enough to make it comprehensible. Selena unzipped her hoodie and buried her face into Layla's cleavage.
A few minutes of loving necking later, Selena held Layla's arms out, fingers interwoven with hers, as she gave Layla one long kiss.
"I needed that." Selena grinned.
"I think I need a lot more."
"I could sit here all day and do nothing but kiss you..." Selena cooed.
Layla blushed.
"But I do need to do lots of stuff today. I won't be able to do it tomorrow." She explained.
"OK." Layla sat up, adjusting herself out of her pant leg. She went to the breadbox and retrieved an asiago cheese bagel for breakfast. In the short time Selena's mighty toaster took to cook it, Selena had returned to her hunched position at the island.
"I have to say, Selena, your toaster is legit. I..." Layla noticed Selena's darkened mood had returned. "Are you OK, Selena?" She asked across the less decorated half of her bagel.
"I'm better now, but something made me unhappy this morning." Selena confessed. She retrieved a folded letter set above an envelope. "I got a letter from the homeowner's association."
"You have a homeowner's association?" Layla said. "I thought that was just for condos and gated communities."
"That's what I thought. I've also never paid them a cent, as far as I know. So... that's why this letter is so upsetting." She gestured with the letter, but didn't open it again. She knew what it said. "The letter is from several neighbors that are complaining that my lawn looks like crap."
Layla blinked. "It's January."
"In this house, yes." Selena said. "Would you be willing to type out a response letter for me?"
"I don't do a lot of typing." Layla confessed. "I was too young to get into the cybersex chat stuff. It's all audio and video now."
"Well, you're definitely faster than me."
They went to Layla's laptop. She opened her word processing software and began typing as Selena dictated her letter.
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"To the Homeowner's Association of Tarzana,
I have received your letter of January 12, where you discuss what you consider to be the poor condition of my lawn. In response to your request, I must decline to take any further action.
Included is a page from my calendar, where I have circled the month. You must know what month it is, since you mentioned it in your letter to me. My lawn always looks bad in January for the same reason that in June, my snowman is nothing but two pieces of coal and a carrot posed suggestively in a warm puddle of water. It's not the right season. I don't feel it necessary to make my lawn look good in the winter, especially in the middle of this severe drought."
The last clause of that sentence was said with such severity, Layla quickly highlighted it and put it in italics. It seemed appropriate.
"In March," Selena continued. "I will reactivate my sprinkler system and will water my lawn to the exact specifications allowed by the mandatory water conservation methods imposed by the state of California. As far as conspicuous water consumption, I only have my small pool. I have no fountains, vine trellises, koi ponds, hot tubs, topiary bushes or orchard or other fruit-bearing trees or plants. I can't say that for most of my neighbors. I am very interested in getting California out of this drought, and if my lawn looks bad while aquifers and reservoirs are restored, so be it.
"As a matter of fact, to preserve water, there's plenty of times where I commit that deepest sin of the self-consciously preppy Californian. Sometimes, I wash my hair every other day. You may share this salacious detail with the gossip magazine of your choice with my compliments.
"Thank you for your letter. In lieu of actually paying dues to your super secret clubhouse, please accept in this parcel about one hundred burned DVDs of pornography, totaling about two hundred and forty fun-filled hours, along with hundreds of thousands of pictures. Most of it stars yours truly, but not all of it, by any means. My filing system needs work, but my lawn is working exactly as expected.
"Once you've relieved all your pent-up sexual tension, please focus on growing your careers and families instead of trying to grow meaningless plant life to impress the neighbors that you hate.
"Yours very truly... Selena Grande."
Layla stopped typing not long after Selena has finished. Selena looked over Layla's shoulder. "Wow, you kept up with me."
"Well, I made a lot of mistakes." Layla pointed to the numerous red squiggles decorating the underside of misspelled words. "But I figured I had time to fix them later. It's not like it's a typewriter."
"How fast ARE you, anyway?"
Selena encouraged Layla to open the first typing speed test website that came up on Google. She scored 59 words per minute with no mistakes.
"That's really fast." Selena said. "That's good enough to work as a secretary, I'll bet."
"I guess typing in chat really has given me some practice." Layla pressed her knuckles together with her other hand and shook it out. "But I couldn't keep that up."
