A lesbian and her destined bi mistress

The two women were getting married, strengthening their bond by dancing and wrestling throughout the night. Moreover, their revelry had attracted a friendly demon, which Claire appreciated immensely More units were always better as the world Thea seemed particularly perilous for her small village.

The sudden knock made her flinch, yanking the young woman out of her videogame strategizing and back into her simple apartment. Out of habit she paused her game, and pulled herself away from the screen. Placidly, she moved over to the door and opened it. The visitor was a woman roughly her own age, maybe a year or two younger, who wore yoga pants and a hoodie that fit her perfectly. Her golden brown hair was in a french braid that swung about when she turned back to the open door. "Oh hi," she greeted with a smile, "finally somebody that's actually home. I'm May, May Huckleberry."

"Claire."

May shook Claire's extended hand. "I'm a friend of the super. He asked me to check on everyone because he doesn't know when he'll be able to fly back."

"Understandable," remarked Claire looking over her shoulder. The snow was piling high with no signs of stopping. As if it knew it was being talked about, the storm picked up and began wagging a tree limb against the window with worrying excitement.

"Do you need anything? I don't think the stores will be open anytime soon."

"No, Harper and Holly gave me a key to their place when they left for the holidays, and since they also don't know when they'll get back, they said I can take whatever I need from their fridge in exchange for apartment-sitting for a few more days. They're in 13, so there's no need to check on them."

"Thanks, I kinda already stood outside their door for like ten minutes, so yeah." May shrugged. "Anyways, I'm also throwing a bit of a beach-themed party to counter this dreary weather. There's going to be margarita's and sunning. I'd be great if you could come. I'm hoping to get as many bikini babes as possible." She gave a little wiggle like she was dancing at an eighties beach party.

Claire found herself smiling at the eager dance. "I'll be there."

"Great. Oh, um, my place is on the fourth floor. That's not going to be a problem because of the... you know?"

Yes Claire knew. Unfortunately, she was experienced with this kind of comment. She responded with a sigh that could have sawn through a two-by-four, having found it the best counter for people being condescending or just weird about her wheelchair. "No, see there's this new thing called an elevator that just came to town yesterday. I think it will let me access higher floors."

"Ha, ha, yeah, sorry," mumbled May, studying her shoes. "My, uh, room's 42. It starts at 7. I hope you can make it, or you can come to me if you need anything. Like super-tenant stuff."

"I'll be there," Claire repeated, giving the brunette a reassuring smile.

"Great, again. Well I'd better start getting it ready. Bye."

Claire waved at May as she quickly walked away with her head buried between her shoulders.

Maybell Ida Huckleberry you are an idiot, May scolded herself as the elevator began to move. Oh yeah you're in a wheelchair; you clearly can't go anywhere above ground floor. "Grahhh," she grumbled out loud, glaring at her reflection in the elevator doors. At least she hadn't said all those other things going through her mind like, "I can make it a nude-beach party if you want," or "you can eat me if you get thirsty." Fuck, that Claire was super hot, like a sexy viking with stark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that prickled her soul. And that athletic body... It made May want to run off to a nunnery near the coast on the off chance she might get ravished by such a woman.

Fuck, why was she so horny? She needed to masturbate so she could get a clear head. Not here obviously; she wasn't going to rub herself in an elevator.

But what if she did? What if she stripped down or tore her pants open and just started pinching her clit right here? No, she couldn't do that. What if she got caught? What if? it'd be so embarrassing to be seen exposed and masturbating in public. Mortifying. She'd be frozen with humiliation. Would the other person **** her or just seize the opportunity and let their hands roam her helpless body? Pin her against the wall and kiss her all over until--

A soft ding announced that she'd reached her floor and the elevator doors rumbled open, saving the trembling woman from her fantasy.