This is another story from my list of finished works I felt like sharing, it's my first story involving two women. Enjoy!
"Holy shit that's a lot of rain," Shelley looked out the window of the indoor pool with a wide open mouth.
"Yeah, came out of nowhere if you ask me," the lady at the reception commented.
"I know, right," Shelley replied as she met the woman's eyes. "I biked here with my jacket off."
"Shit, you biked here?," she replied. "Is the jacket waterproof?"
Shelley nodded, "You can almost expect the weather to change here, but this is next level."
Shelley took a deep breath and walked up to the counter, "What time do you closer?"
The receptionist checked the clock, "In about fifteen minutes."
"That's not gonna change much."
"I checked the weather forecast," she replied. "They expect the storm to last most of the night."
"Shit," Shelley replied as she let out a sigh. "Oh well."
Shelley pulled the hood of her jacket out of its pocket and put it on, as she zipped up she met the lady's green eyes. She liked the colour green and Miriam was a pretty woman.
"Give Jake my regards," she said with a smile before she turned to the door and took a deep breath. "And wish me luck."
"Good luck," she replied. "Be careful out there."
"Will do and have a good night."
"You too."
Shelley steeled herself as she pushed open the door and stepped into the pouring rain. The weather was even worse being in it. She walked to her bike quickly and unlocked it before taking the bike to the road.
"Here goes nothing," she said as she got on her bike.
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Shelley was suddenly stopped in her tracks, and shot over her handlebars, before she landed on the ground with her knees below her and her hands outstretched. She rolled over and laid down on her back to get over the shock.
"SONUVABITCH, that hurt!" she groaned.
She soon heard a door open and the sound off footsteps speeding towards her.
"Oh my, are you all right?" a sultry female voice with an Irish accent reached her. The woman looked Shelley in the eyes and a lock of red hair left the confines of her poncho.
"I'm drenched to the core and lying flat on my back," Shelley exclaimed with annoyance. "What do you think."
Shelley caught herself and closed her eyes for a moment before breathing deeply.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." she apologized as she sat up.
"That's okay," Said the woman as she held out her hand.
Shelley let herself be helped up before she checked herself.
Shelley was drenched from the waist down and her hood had come off from the fall. Her black hair fell down her cheeks.
After a moment Shelley looked around for her bike. She found it lying a few feet away from her. She walked towards it and was shocked as she looked at her front wheel. The spokes were broken and there was a bend in the wheel.
A large stick was jammed against the fork.
"Fucking hell!" she cussed.
"Shite," the woman exclaimed after seeing the damage to the girl's front wheel. "How long do you still have to go?"
"With a bike like that?" Shelley responded. "At least half an hour."
"Oof," the woman looked at the bike and then at the woman.
"Why don't you grab that bike and come inside for a while."
"I don't want to be a bother." Shelley replied to that.
"I can't let you walk in this rain for half an hour," she put her hands on her waist forcefully. "You'll catch a death of cold!"
Shelley looked at the woman's pale face, she felt cold and drenched.
"Okay," she nodded and grabbed her bike.
The woman led the way as Shelley followed carrying her bike.
"I'm Jenny by the way," the woman looked at Shelley over her shoulder.
"Shelley."
"Why don't you put that bike by the fence and come inside."
"Thank you," Shelley put her bike down with more force than necessary. Before she locked it and pocketed her key chain.
Shelley put her backpack by the radiator as Jenny lead the way into her house.
"You can hang your jacket by the radiator," said Jenny as she pushed her coats to the side to make space, and handed her an empty hanger.
Shelley took the hanger and closed the door behind her before she did what the woman suggested.
Jenny took another hanger and hung the poncho a bit away from both her jackets and the radiator.
"How about a mug of hot cocoa?" Jenny asked with a smile as she opened the door to living room.
"Sounds good, I'm freezing," Shelley hugged herself and rubbed her torso to try and get warm.
Jenny walked to the living room with Shelley in tow.
As she walked to her sofa, she opened a drawer and took out a woollen blanket.
"Here," she said throwing the blanket around Shelley's shoulders, she rested her hands on Shelley's shoulder and gave her a smile before she took a step back and let her eyes shift to Shelley's legs.
"You might have to take off those jeans, they would keep you cold."
"I think so too," Shelley said surprised by this woman's kindness. "Thank you," she added after she had stood in the living room with her mouth agape for a while.
"A pleasure," Jenny smiled and walked to the kitchen.
Shelley took off her boots and socks before putting them by the hearth. The drenched jeans stuck to her body in all places, and Shelley berated herself for having put on skinny jeans. After wrestling with her jeans for a few minutes, she had finally taken them off and put them to dry on the living room radiator. Two fresh holes in the knees.
Shelley sat down on one of the recliners by the hearth and covered herself with the blanket. She felt the warmth of the blanket and the fire wash over her.
She had only been sat down for a short while, when Jenny walked out of the kitchen carrying two cups of damping hot cocoa.
"I spiked it with a bit of Baileys to help you warm up a bit faster," Jenny put the mugs on the side table with a smile and produced a bag of mini marshmallows. "You're as pale as me Irish arse."
Shelley started to laugh heartily at that remark. Being pale as an Irishwoman was, troubling for a bronze skinned Brazilian.
Jenny was a beautiful woman, Shelley thought suddenly looking at the woman's smile and pretty face. She was a redhead, her green Cardigan and brown corduroys accentuated the healthy sheen of her hair. She was indeed very pale but looked healthy, nonetheless. Her emerald eyes seemed warm and welcoming, while her face was bathed in a light dusting of Freckles. Her thin mouth was curved in what seemed an easy smile.
"So, what brings you to my neighbourhood?" Jenny sat down after the laughing had resided.
"It's on my route home from the swimming pool," Shelley replied. "They were about to close when I was done."
"Ah bummer."
Shelley took a moment to look at the hearth fire as she grabbed a few marshmallows for her drink. She started to feel her muscles getting a little sore from breaking her fall, but at the same time, felt herself relax.
"So what made you run out of the door to help a damsel in distress," Shelley joked with a hint of flirtation in her voice.
"Well," Jenny started. "I saw you bike past at one point, and then suddenly get tossed over the handlebars. In this weather that could be very risky, even deadly, chance of hypothermia and all that, I had to see if you were alright."
