Reese paused mid-swipe of her lips, narrowing her eyes. “It’s not lipstick. It’s lip gloss.”
“Semantics. Who is she?”
Reese let out a sigh. Haley knew her well. “Her name is Matty. She lives in a basement apartment that my coworker Kerrie rents to her. I think she’s about the same age as me.”
“Is she also a lesbian like you?” The smirk on her face was almost obnoxious.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Huffing, she avoided looking at the screen. Instead, she gave herself another once-over. Maybe the gloss was overkill. “I mean, we haven’t exclusively told each other our labels, but yeah, everything points to it.”
Haley leaned in closer to the screen, wiggling her eyebrows. “So what does she look like? Is she hot?”
“Yes, totally hot. I can’t even lie. She’s got these brown, droopy puppy-dog eyes, and her hair is just begging to be touched. It’s like in that ’90s boy-band style. Long on top that frames her face but short on the bottom.”
“Like Nick Carter?”
“Yeah, but brown. And she wears a tool belt at work. A tool belt, Haley. I have to make sure my mouth isn’t open; otherwise, she’d see me drooling like a basset hound.”
“Tool belt, huh? I bet she’d be good in a harness,” smirked Haley.
Reese gasped as she flushed. “Haley!”
“What? I might be straight, but I know about straps. And it sounds like she could possibly be proficient in one. Lord knows you need it. You’ve probably got cobwebs down there.”
“You know what, I can’t with you. I’ve got to go anyway. She’s supposed to be here any minute, and I still have to make coffee.”
“Whatever. Call me later and tell me how it goes.”
They ended the call with just a few minutes to spare before Matty was set to arrive. She scrambled around to make the coffee. Her little kitchen setup in her room was a lifesaver and she had become a pro at making her meals in the microwave and air fryer. She hoped that soon she would have access to the kitchen. Having a fully functioning kitchen was high on her priority list.
The aroma of coffee filled the bedroom, instantly energizing her already nervous energy. This time, Matty coming over wasn’t like last time. She had already seen the inside of the house. She knew what to expect, so Reese wasn’t as concerned about her turning around and running out. This time, she was more nervous about being alone with Matty for a few hours. They had texted a little the night before. Matty had started it out as just wanting to confirm their plans, but then it evolved to what they had for dinner and the weather expected that weekend. Nothing deep. Nothing serious or flirty, but they definitely were in the realm of getting to know each other.
Her phone buzzed against the tabletop where she had laid it.
Matty:Either you’re really busy, or the doorbell doesn’t work anymore…
“Shit,” cursed Reese. She quickly responded.
Reese:I guess the doorbell is another thing to add to the list. Be right there.
She dropped her phone to run down the stairs, but not before ducking into the bathroom one last time to make sure she still looked good. Casually good. Nothing too fussy. Her hair was in a high ponytail with a few pieces framing her face. The T-shirt was one of her favorites. In a cute font, it said,"That sounds like a coping mechanism,"across the chest. The leggings she wore hugged her curves well. Reese was not a small woman. Well, her height was average. But she was a thick woman. Her belly and thighs were all well filled out. She loved her shape. Sort of like a pear. The image looking back at her was feminine and soft but about to get down to business.
Racing to the door, she paused long enough to take a deep breath and then plastered a smile on her face, hoping that it didn’t show her nervousness.
“Sorry about that. I was upstairs,” she apologized when she opened the door.
“Not a problem. I haven’t been here long.”
“Come on in,” Reese instructed as she stood to the side to allow the woman in. She was holding a pink bakery box.
“I wasn’t sure what type of doughnut woman you were, so I got a mix.”
“I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll like it. I’ve got the coffee in my room.”
She let Matty go first up the stairs, trying her best not to stare too long at the nice curve of her ass in the jeans she was wearing. She had her black backpack with her once more.
