Rain pounded on the windowsill, drops hitting then sliding down the glass in streaks so heavy Lana couldn't see out. She was lying in bed, trying to read, but her eyes kept drifting back to watch the water falling from the sky. Thinking about the cold storm made her shiver, though it was warm in her apartment, so she placed her book down and got up, walking to the closet to slip on a white, thin t-shirt over her bare chest. Her nipples rose and hardened from the contact with the fabric and her hand wandered down to stroke her fingers lightly over her cotton panties.
"Hmm, what to do," she wondered, altogether too worked up to read now. The storm raged on outside, so anything beyond the bedroom was not appealing. Just then there was a knock on the door. She walked over and glanced through the peephole, hoping it would not be someone she had to put pants on for. Smiling, she opened the door wide and embraced the tattooed, brunette girl outside.
"How have you been, honey?" she asked. The girl, untangling herself from the embrace, smiled back.
"I've been alright. Came to see if you had some tea."
The young woman at the door, Alessia, was Lana'a on-again off-again girlfriend. They had been taking some time apart to focus on studies. They made a striking couple, a long, lean, olive-skinned and dark wavy-haired Italian with classic beauty and strange gothic skull and spider tattoos she cared not to hide, and the curvy, freckled bright red-haired college student.
"Of course I do, come on in," Lana replied, stepping towards the kitchen to put on the kettle.
