Bobbi shook her chestnut hair loose from the loose bun she wore during work hours before leaving and locking up. Outside the coffee shop, the air felt heavy, oppressive. Ominous black nimbuses blanketed the sky across the horizon blotting out the sinking sun. A flash of lightning in the belly of the clouds, electricity charging the already humid air and Bobbi paused to count the distance till the thunder. She quickened her step wanting to get in before the storm. The fine hairs on her neck prickled with excitement. There would be no need for lights or TV tonight, she would have the best show going on outside her windows when the storm finally hit.
She rounded the corner at the end of the block and slammed to a stop moments before colliding with the woman leaning on the mailbox. Apologies spilled out of her while she back-stepped trying to put safe space between them.
"You're late." The strange girl accused. Confusion and fear warred across Bobbi's face as she tried to remember if there was anyplace she was supposed to be, anyone she was supposed to meet. Her distress worsened as she tried to place the svelte blonde. A long moment passed while she cudgelled her brain trying to think where she knew the blonde from. The puzzlement must have shown on her face because the stern look on the stranger melted into a warm playful smile. Her green eyes flashed with playful mischief and Bobbi gasped.
"You're the frothy cappuccino with chocolate shavings with extra froth!" Bobbi remembered the viridian eyes, the maroon lips in that impish smile and the tiny flip of her ponytail that had made her blush while fixing the drink.
"And you're the naughty girl who didn't give me enough shavings. What shall we do about that?" The blonde stood with arms akimbo pulling her navy silk shirt tight across full breasts. A narrow black nylon strap separated her breasts as it crossed from shoulder to hip, a messenger bag of some sort along her back. Bobbi tried to look away and caught the glint of silver at the girl's neckline, a slim chain that disappeared into the vee of her collar, into the soft rising chest. Black leggings gave way to cute black flats.
"Well, I'm waiting."
"Huh?" Bobbi had no answer, no idea what the girl was waiting for. She wasn't at work. What could she do to help her here?
"My shavings? I think something is in order here to fix this."
Bobbi stammered a moment, unsure what she should do or say, "if you want, you can have one of our staff make you a new one more to your liking. We'll pick up the tab."
The blonde smiled then and Bobbi exhaled, glad she had chosen the right words. Tension flooded from her shoulders as she nodded and prepared to continue on her way when the blonde spoke. "I have a better idea!" A flash of lightning followed by a boom of thunder made Bobbi shudder. In that sudden flash she saw a smile slip across the blonde's face. Fat warm drops of rain kissed each woman's cheek, forehead and jawline before the sky opened up and poured forth.
Bobbi ignored the shudder, the shiver that was both excitement and terror as she ran for the cover of her apartment building. She fumbled for her key and pressed into the building before the deluge got worse. The door swung shut behind her and she strode across the foyer to the elevator as it slid open. She stepped in and pressed the button for her floor, turned around and leaned back on the car's far wall. She closed her eyes and let the sigh escape. A sudden ding of the doors and they reopened. Standing there arms akimbo, flashing green eyes and mischief smile the blonde asked, "Room in here for one more?"
She stepped in, the jaws of the elevator doors slid shut behind her. The car began to move upwards and she pressed Bobbi back against the wall with her body. She pinned Bobbi's arms behind her, stepped one leg between her two and pushed her thigh up against Bobbi's crotch. The blonde leaned in brushing her lips across Bobbi's left ear, she whispered, "Not a sound or you get the red rubber ball."
"Wha--"
"Uhn-unh. No sound. I have no problem giving you the ball." Matter of fact, no threat, no malice. Bobbi struggled in the blonde's grip. She couldn't decide between the fear she knew she should feel and the excitement of possibility. Thunder boomed as another jag of electricity ripped across the unseen skies outside. A quiver ran through her belly. The blonde backed up a step when the elevator doors opened, a tall elderly man stepped in.
Bobbi smiled and nodded at Mr. Thompson, probably the oldest person she knew in the building. He smiled back and winked at the blonde. "Quite the storm, ladies. You want to be out of this elevator in case the power goes off." He pushed the button for his floor and stepped away a polite distance. If he noticed the girls holding hands, he never acknowledged it.
Seconds ticked by like years before the elevator opened on Bobbi's floor. She waved shyly at him as the blonde led her down the hall. As the doors closed again, she caught Mr. Thompson winking and smiling, shooing them off to their private adventures. A squeeze on her left hand brought her attention back to the hall, the blonde a half step ahead of her and the pending doom that she was sure was coming. She won't kill me, Bobbi thought. She won't hurt me. Silently, she repeated the mantra to herself when she felt a tug telling her to speed up.
"That was very good, naughty girl. You deserve a reward. Where is your suite?" She slowed, letting Bobbi take the lead. Instead of following in step, she stopped, pulled Bobbi back around and steered her backwards to the nearest wall. Quick small hands pinned her against the panelled wall. Again, the blonde stepped in close one leg between Bobbi's and breathed hot on her collarbone. A gasp escaped Bobbi. She bit back the whimper in her throat. Heat blossomed in her cheeks as she felt warm lips along her neck. A tingle ran down through her body, a lightning strike of excitement that touched all her nerves at once.
