Failure and a New Plan

Or the way she said "corrected;" it was cute and spicy at the same time. May turned off the water, letting the last drips of water squiggle down her bare skin. "Cort·rect·ed," she tried aloud, but that wasn't it. "Corr·ect·ed." No, that wasn't it either. "Crap," May added as she rubbed the water away with her fluffiest towel; she'd completely forgotten to masturbate and just spent the whole shower thinking about the sexy things Claire did.

Perhaps this infatuation would be a little harder to banish. On the other hand, maybe all she needed to do was hang out with the sexy blonde more to see her as a person and not an object to worship. Yeah, that could work. She'd return the dish Claire had brought her home-made dip in. Then the two of them would chat for a bit, build their friendship a little; maybe May could even get Claire to say "corrected."

Humming Do You Believe in Magic to herself, the still-damp brunette washed the dishes her crush had brought and set them on the rack. That way, they'd be dry by the time she'd gotten dressed and done her hair. Someone--presumably Claire but maybe she'd **** May into doing it--had organized all the dirty dishes into a neat stack, yet May decided to leave most of them for later. She looked at her oven's clock. It was 8:16. Claire might want to sleep in, so May shouldn't knock on her door any time before 9:00. That gave her lots of time to get ready.

May checked her phone as she walked down the hall to Claire's apartment. It was 8:54 that was close enough. She'd stalled as much as she could, taking the time to get her maple-brown hair just the perfect kind of wavy and picking out a cute sweater (because it was winter). This particular sweater had cut-out shoulders to give her a lovely halter-style neckline. Skirt and leggings completed her outfit. She nervously adjusted her hair one last time before knocking.

"Coming," yelled back Claire. Odd thumps followed as things were moved around. "Just a minute," she called out again between grunts.

Shit, May was clearly interrupting something. Should she leave the dishes and run? No, Claire would know it was her then. Maybe she should just run; she might be able to make it around the corner before Claire saw her. The door handle turned.

Claire wore an overly large t-shirt whose gaping neck teased the sports bra beneath paired with shorts that were doing the world a great service by not covering any part of her long, slender legs. A slight misting of sweat glistened on her face and neck. She smiled broadly upon seeing May, "hey you, come on in." She wheeled back to let May enter.

"I just came by to drop off the dishes from the seven layer dip you made," said May, making considerable effort to not look down Claire's loose t-shirt. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"I was just doing some rowing." Claire thumbed to an exercise machine tucked into her livingroom's corner, "but I could use a break." With a wry smirk she added, "and I'm pretty sure that dip was only five layers."

"The other two were there in spirit."

Claire chuckled and conceded with a nod. "Make yourself at home," she said, taking the dishes from May.

While her new friend took the dishes to her kitchen, May walked to the window to take in the winterscape outside. The wind tousled snow was easily chest high and rested on the glass, giving May the feeling like she was in a deep hole. It reminded her a bit of the dungeon dream she'd had, and as she saw Claire returning from the kitchen with an inviting smile on her lips, a soft thaw spread throughout her loins.

"We got quite a surprising amount," said the blonde as she slid herself in beside her. "We're almost cocooned."

"Yup," said May, trying to get rid of her dungeon fantasies, which now included a cocoon of white tape around her. "I tried doing a weather spell," she blurted out to distract herself. "I guess it didn't really work."

"A weather spell? How the heck?"

"Yeah," May explained sheepishly, "I made a skirt out of fake flowers and did a bit of a dance; I found the instructions online."

"That'd be a sight to see," laughed Claire.

May felt a prickling of a blush on her cheeks. What she hadn't mentioned was that the sparse skirt had been all she'd worn, no bra, no panties. And the thought of those dazzling blue eyes watching as she did the solar can-can until her tits were wildly jiggling was an idea she found more enticing than she should. She settled down onto the couch and **** herself to laugh, hoping Claire wouldn't notice the hint to how smitten she was. She just needed to stop thinking about spending all night rolling in the sheets with her.

"Have you had breakfast?" Claire offered, "I could make you an omelet."

_And she can make an omelet the morning after. Fuck me. Oh please, please, fuck me._ "Ha ha, you're such a good friend, but no thank you. Um, why don't we watch one of your favorite movies, this one looks pretty fun." May held up a case that depicted a knight charging a roaring kraken in computer generated art

"That's actually a videogame, but we can play it if you want. It's got multiplayer, and it's beginner friendly."

"Oh, is this the kind of videogame you like?" May turned the case over in her hand. It was never too early to think about birthday presents.

"I like that one, but I guess I play more strategy games these days, commanding armies around and things like that."

"Oh, so you like being in control?" ask May with peaked interest. She couldn't help thinking about how fun it would be to take orders from the no-nonsense blonde.

"Don't try to psycho-analyze me. I liked RTS's even back when I was on speaking terms with my legs." Claire laughed, but her tone had a bite of warning.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I, um, well." May desperately searched for an explanation that didn't admit to mentally drooling over her new friend. "Sorry," she finally said, slinking into the couch.

"No, that wasn't fair," admitted Claire with a sigh. "I guess I'm just a bit on edge with that kind of thing, I should apologize."

"Well, I did make that stupid elevator comment yesterday. I really don't know what I was thinking with that."

"Don't worry about that," Claire shrugged. "Everybody gets one." She paused then, perhaps thinking her statement was too curt, clarified "nobody's perfect. what really matters is how you act when you mess up."

"Thanks for sticking with me." May hoped her sincerity was evident through her humble smile. She then curled her smile into a wry grin and added, "it'll give me a chance to kick your ass at this game."

"Oh, so confident?" Claire took the presented game and began placing it in her gaming system.

"I'm even willing to bet on it," May answered, looking over the controllers and wondering which one she'd be using. "Loser makes the winner lunch, unless of course you're chicken?" She mimed wings with her arms.

"Oh, it's on," chuckled Claire, just before the game loaded and ominously announced itself as Mythic Maulers.