Laurie sighed and took another look at her watch. She knew it was way too early for her boyfriend, Paul, to have arrived, but in her head she could actually feel his presence nearing.
Somewhere deep inside she wished he would just wrap his arms around her, surprising her at the stove of her student home as often.
She was so deep in thoughts, while stirring the Italian pasta, that she was actually startled by a text message on her cell phone. It broke the white noise of the ventilator passionately with a deep rumble as the phone vibrated on the kitchen counter.
* Honey, those damn railway idiots have made another screw-up. I'm quite close right now, but the train in front of us decided to run off the tracks... They are sending us on some long detour and.. Well, looks like I will be there just before you go to bed.
But do not worry! For you, I would go across the country if I needed too!" *
Laurie sighed... It was truly unbelievable how bad the railways sucked at letting trains run... let alone on time.
She threw the spoon with which she was stirring on the counter a bit too roughly; the tomato sauce ended all over the white tiles on the wall.
"Fuck!" She yelled out. Suddenly a voice from the doorway caught her attention, almost made her jump up a few feet.
"Well, is that not nice? I was just getting ready to cook and already you made a mess of the kitchen for me!"
Laurie turned around and saw a female figure standing by the door, wearing a sarcastic smile.
She pulled up her eyebrow and crossed her arms; Laurie just about had it with the world...
The girl, which Laurie guessed would be around 19 years old, walked up to her and almost obsessively curled her long brown hear behind her right ear before extending her hand as a greeting.
"Do not worry! It was only a joke. Sorry, that is just my kind of humour."
Laurie snorted and lifted her eyebrow a few millimetres higher and shook the offered hand.
"I can see you are upset about something?" The girl guessed with a flair for understatement.
Laurie sighed. "Yeah... my boyfriend got caught up somewhere halfway to here.
This place can really be hard to reach sometimes, especially when the railways are not helping either."
The girl shook her head. "Would not know, just moved here only a few days ago. Have not yet had the pleasure of going all the way back to my home town."
Laurie smirked. "I did not quite catch your name, I believe?"
"It is Marie." She answered.
"Marie..?"
"Just Marie..."
Laurie nodded, as if she really understood the need for secrecy. She would find out anyway; she was usually first to get the mail out of the box.
"Well I am Laurie... Just Laurie." "Ah, hi Laurie. Nice to meet you! What are you making?"
"Pasta... too much now I guess."
"Your boyfriend is that much delayed?"
"Well a couple of hours at least... if he is actually even going to arrive."
Marie frowned. "Well that pasta looks too delicious to throw away, at least the part that is still in the pot..."
Laurie smiled, which Marie noticed. "God, I love your smile. You should smile more often!"
Even though Laurie considered it to be a weird remark for a semi-stranger, she chose to ignore it. As a reward for a kind notion, she smiled once more. "Shall I make two plates?"
Marie nodded vigorously. "Yes please!"
Laurie scooped up the two plates, finished it off with some oregano and escorted her new housemate to her room.
"Do you want to sit at the table?" Marie asked? Yet Laurie rather chose the couch. Her butt had already been the victim of hard chairs for too long at university that day.
They plunged down, shoveled the food and spoke about the necessary things to get to know each other better.
Over dinner, Laurie started to get a liking for this crazily happy little girl sitting on the other end of the couch.
The suddenly Marie felt it was the right time to make one of her crazed out jokes, just while Laurie was trying to make a badly balanced fork filled with pasta go inside her mouth.
Surprised by the ending of the joke, she laughed out loud and dropped half her load of Italian delicacy. She was more then ashamed to see where it landed; low-cut shirts do not make a very good combination with spilling food after all.
Marie immediately responded as a guilty criminal: "Aw, sorry Laurie. I hope your shirt is spoiled now..."
Immediately she rose up from her side of the couch and pulled the shirt slightly down, revealing the black bra Laurie was wearing.
Laurie almost instantly felt more uncomfortable, which was noted by Marie.
"What is the matter, Laurie? Do not tell me that you never undressed yourself in front of another girl?"
Laurie smiled a tad sarcastic. "Not in front of a stranger anyway."
Marie's face turned to disappointment. "Stranger? I thought you could be... well, like my first and best friend here. I have not yet met anyone as interesting as you here. All stiff upper-lippers."
"Well, ok. Not complete strangers. And I like you too. But undressing... or pulling down my shirt is an entire different matter."
Marie smiled again. "Sjeez, what a waist of a beautiful pair of breasts."
Laurie checked to see whether she was joking again, but could not find out completely.
Almost instinctively her eyes turned a bit further down Marie's neck.
To her, it seemed almost ironical that Marie called them beautiful, since her breast were a tad bigger and nicely shaped.
Unfortunately for Laurie, that thought must have seemed almost visible on her forehead, and Marie had to be the one to notice.
"I bet you are comparing it the wrong way." She commented with a replica of Laurie's eyebrow move on her face. "It is not all size you know. I bet yours are so soft."
Laurie blushed and laughed. "Well I do not really know about that."
"Then you should compare..." Before Laurie knew it, Marie had already pushed her plate aside and started to lift her shirt.
"Are you seri..." She started... but there was already a half naked girl in a red bra laced with ribbons sitting across the couch.
"Really, I am not comfortable with it." She struggled to say. But Marie only moved closer. "I know consent is important and all... and if you really do not want to feel, then it is okay." She blushed noticeably.
"But I would love to just feel yours."
