The walk to Mandy's place was short. She lived in an old building, a four-story walkup with creaking stairs and tiny black and white checkered tile floors on every landing. Mandy's apartment was on the second floor. As Lynn followed her up the creaking stairs, she couldn't help but notice how nice Mandy's ass was. She had very nice hips for a slender girl, Lynn thought, but her ass was surprisingly round. Her black pinstripe Capri pants hugged her posterior very well; not too tight but not by any means loose either.
Lynn just smiled to herself and shook her head at the thoughts that were prancing through her mind. Sure, she loved watching girl on girl porn and Showtime's The L Word was one of her favorite shows, but she never imagined she'd find herself heading to the apartment of a woman she'd never even met before at four thirty in the morning. Not that she was there for anything more than some assistance in getting a cab home. It's not like I'm coming here to DO anything, she thought to herself.
Mandy opened the door and entered her apartment, tossing her keys into a tray on a nearby table, Lynn following behind her. The apartment was really just one large room, very sparsely decorated and with nothing more than a low queen sized platform bed tucked against a wall near a window and a tall, black bookcase. In another corner, there was a steel-framed papa-san chair with a big fluffy cushion in a solid, electric blue shade. Aside from a coffee table with a laptop and a BOSE sound dock for her iPod resting on top, that was it. Mandy walked over to the bookcase and looked about.
"I know it's over here somewhere. I always keep one on hand just in case." She shifted a book here, lifted another there and lifted yet another. "Ahh, here we go. Running Rabbit twenty four hour car service." She handed the card to Lynn. "Here ya go. Can I get you something to drink or anything?"
"No thanks, Mandy. I think I've had enough to drink for the night." She giggled.
"No problem. Make yourself at home. I'll be right with ya." She crossed her arms and grabbed her shirt from the bottom on both sides, lifting it up over her head as she headed to the closet. Lynn looked and then turned slightly, not wanting to be rude. She could hear Mandy moving things around in the closet as she went about changing her clothes.
Lynn adjusted the papa-san and sat in it, her soft bottom sinking into the giant blue cushion. She dialed the number on the card and waited. The dispatcher picked up after three rings.
"Running Rabbit car service, can I have your address please?"
"Hold on just a second." Lynn realized she didn't know the address of the building and called out to Mandy. "What's the address here?"
Mandy stepped out from the closet facing Lynn, her torso bare. "Three twenty four second avenue. Just say that Mandy needs car thirty three." She popped back into the closet.
Lynn was stunned. Did that just happen? Time seemed frozen. The world began again when she heard the dispatcher's voice, summoning her back to reality.
"Hello? Can I have your address please?"
"Oh." Lynn shook her head. "I'm at three twenty four second avenue, Mandy needs car thirty three."
"Car thirty-three for Mandy. One moment please." The dispatcher disappeared behind the veil of top forty holding music. She returned after a few seconds. "Car thirty-three will be there in ten minutes. Thank you for using Running Rabbit car service."
Lynn closed her cell phone and lifted herself from the large, comfortable chair. She placed the card back onto the bookcase shelf and began to peruse the titles of the books.
"How long?" Mandy called out as she emerged from the closet. She was no longer topless, instead wearing a sheer, black peasant blouse and white boxer shorts decorated with little black bombs with burning fuses.
"Ten minutes." Lynn answered. "So, I see you have a lot of art and philosophy books here."
"Yeah." Mandy retrieved a bottle of wine, a glass and a corkscrew from the kitchen. "I take a few classes here and there at the New School, just for interests. I really like photography though."
She uncorked the wine and poured herself a glass. Leaving the kitchen, she placed the bottle onto the table, and placed the iPod in the sound dock. Lyfe Jennings vocals wafted from the speakers over a lush groove. She sipped her wine and walked over to the bookcase, standing next to Lynn. "This is one of my favorites." She said, reaching for a book. "The Tao Of Pooh. Winnie the Pooh meets eastern philosophy. How cute is that?"
"I see you like Lyfe Jennings too." Lynn said. "I love his stuff."
Mandy sipped her wine. "Yeah, he's cool. Not so mainstream and typical, y'know? I like that." She crossed behind Lynn and sat on the papa-san with one leg folded underneath her, placing the wine glass on the windowsill. "So are you gonna stand over there until your car comes?"
"Well you don't have a lot of furniture and I feel weird about just sitting on someone's bed..."
"You can always lay on it." She flashed a mischievous grin at Lynn. "I won't mind."
"Nice." Lynn responded. "Or you could lay on it and I can sit in that comfy spot you're in right now."
The music filled the space as Mandy quietly got up from the papa-san and moved over to the bed. She looked at Lynn deliberately as she moved, sitting on the bed first, and then laying back on it. Her blouse rose as she leaned back, exposing her navel. She played with the laces on the shirt, her breasts barely hidden beneath the sheer fabric. Lynn watched her out of the corner of her eye as she crossed over and sat on the papa-san. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.
"I like that blouse." She wanted to take it back, but it was too late.
Mandy sat upright on the bed, her knees bent slightly, her legs spread. "Thanks. I wasn't sure you'd noticed." She pulled the laces between her index finger and thumb and twirled them. "I love this top. Makes me feel so sexy when I wear it."
"I can imagine. It looks sexy." There it was again. Through her lips before she could do a thing. This time, though, accompanied by a hint of warmth in her face. She was blushing. The heat wasn't staying put. It had already started to travel downward. She had tried not to, but couldn't help stealing glances and peeks at Mandy's breasts. She could feel her own nipples beginning to perk and harden. Soon, the sensation had made its way to her stomach; that nervous feeling like a thousand frisky butterflies turned loose deep inside. Where the hell is that car!
She reached for the wine that Mandy had left on the windowsill and took a deep gulp, placing the glass back on the sill. Time seemed as if it had forgotten about them.
