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In October, I moved into a new apartment. That was after breaking up with the fourth love of my life in five years. You know the old joke. What does a lesbian bring to a first date? A UHAUL. Well, that was me.
Since moving out of my parent's house for college, I had fallen in love with almost every woman that spread her legs for me. Now I was twenty-five and moving into the first apartment that I actually paid for. I had moved in with each of my exes after less than a month of knowing them. And every one of them was going to be my last girlfriend.
My most recent ex was a policewoman I met at a lesbian bar. She was gorgeous, confident, and muscular. The fact that she could break me at any moment was more of a turn-on than it probably should have been. The night we met, I ended up at her place zip tied to her bed. Fuck if it wasn't the hottest sex I'd ever had. I knew after that night that I would be getting tied up a lot. She brought out the submissive side I hadn't realized was there.
I moved in with her after three weeks and the first few months were wonderful. She made me feel like her own princess and I was happy to be the soft blonde to her harsh brunette. Then she started getting more possessive. The joy she showed at having me by her side seemed to gradually turn into suspecting everyone of flirting with me. Which, in turn, became keeping me at home and not wanting me to go out if I didn't have to. That submissive side that I so enjoyed at the beginning had been twisted into subservience out of fear. Fear of what my girlfriend might do to anyone I talked with for too long or just smiled at. She never threatened or hurt me, but fear is not sexy. Let me repeat that because some people need to hear it.
Fear. Is. Not. Sexy.
It took me another month to get up the courage to confront her and leave. It was right after she tried to forbid me from seeing my younger brother because she thought he didn't like her. She was right, he didn't like her and that was the last straw for me. There was lots of yelling on her part, but just when I thought she might get violent, she just deflated. The strong policewoman broke down and cried. I felt so bad for bringing her to that point. I almost forgave her, but, no, I needed to get away and think rather than jump immediately back into her home and bed.
I spent the following two months sleeping on my little brother, Jake's, couch while I saved up the money for an apartment of my own. No more shacking up with the first pretty face that came along. I was getting my own place and the only one I would be living with would be Simon, my cat. Some days, even that was iffy, the little shit.
My brother and I are really close, but two months in a one-bedroom apartment and I could tell I needed to get out soon. He is four years younger than me and still in college, so trying to bring a date home when your sister is moping on the couch can be "a real killer to ole' game." His words, not mine.
His frustration got even worse when he did finally decide to bring a girl home and she paid more attention to me than him. It wasn't my fault, I didn't even flirt! Although, I might have been braless with a crop-top sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. How was I supposed to know that his date was bi? He didn't even know. I thought she was really sweet, but he did not get any action that night.
A week later, he came home from another date with that same woman and gave me the extra $200 I needed for the deposit on the apartment. Apparently, she couldn't stop asking about me all through dinner. I told Jake how sorry I was, but it was also a surprising boost to my ego. My brother is a good looking guy in a Ryan Renolds who doesn't know how to dress himself sort of way. So stealing a girl from him when I wasn't even trying was quite flattering.
Anyway, moving day rolled around. Jake and I were unloading a small trailer containing all of my worldly belongings. Shortly after we got started, a car parked just a couple spots down from our building entrance and two attractive brunettes got out. The driver was about my height, 5'5", with slightly wavy shoulder-length hair and looked very fit. The other was a shorter petit woman with slightly darker hair. Sisters? Both looked about my age, maybe a little older?
I was walking down the ramp from the trailer as they approached. The taller one leaned over to her companion and I thought she said, "her". The two exchanged a glance. Did they know me? Had one of my exes sent these two to beat me up or something?
"Hey," the cute smaller one said. "You must be the new neighbors."
Oh, they were my neighbors? I put down the box I was carrying and stepped off the ramp to greet them. I thought about explaining that I was the only new neighbor but decided that was too complicated for an initial hello.
"Yeah, hi," I said holding out my hand to the woman who had spoken up. "I'm Emily."
"I'm Lacey," the woman said, taking my hand. "And this is my...roommate, Rachel."
There was a fraction of a pause before she said, 'roommate'. She had to think about it and decide what word to use. Hmm, interesting. Rachel held out her hand and I shook it as well.
"We heard someone was finally moving in," Rachel started. She was holding my hand a bit longer than I expected, but maybe I imagined it.
"I thought they'd never get someone to rent that place," Lacey chimed in. "Who would have thought that an orgy would end with two people dead?"
What?!
"What?!" I voiced. "No one told me about that!"
"Lacey, stop it!" the taller woman admonished. "We've just met the poor girl." Then, turning back to me, "No one died. She's pulling your leg."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"But don't go shining a black light in that place," Rachel added.
"What?!" I repeated.
Lacey started giggling and that broke Rachel into her own laughter. It took me a moment to catch on.
"Oh, I see, haze the new girl," I smiled despite trying to act mad. Even so, I probably would have to find a black light now just to put my mind at ease.
About that time Jake came down the stairs and out the door to get another load. He stopped when he saw me talking with the newcomers. I was about to introduce him when Lacey piped up.
"Oooo, is this your boyfriend?" she asked. "You go girl."
Once again, I was conversationally on the back foot. How was I supposed to answer that? I opted for dispelling any naughty thoughts they might be having about Jake and I right up front.
"This is my brother, Jake," I said, emphasizing 'brother'.
"How kinky," Rachel replied.
Huh? I'm sure I had a confused look for a moment, then recovered.
"He's just helping me move in," I clarified. "I don't have a roommate."
I turned back to Jake who was looking a little confused himself.
"Jake, these are my new neighbors, Lacey and Rachel," I introduced.
"Hi," he gave a tentative wave. "Good to meet you."
Was my brother being shy all of a sudden? That wasn't like him.
"You too, handsome," Lacey answered. Rachel gave her a very stern look. "What?" the smaller woman asked. The taller brunette turned back to us.
"I'm sorry, we've teased you two enough," she said.
"I haven't," Lacey answered only to get another stern look. "Fine," she added.
"Why don't we help you finish moving your stuff in to make it up to you," Rachel suggested.
That would actually be nice. We could get through this and have plenty of time to get the rented trailer returned before our deadline.
