They Head Back To the Apartment

It didn’t take long for the cold night air to creep in as they left the pool area. The hot tub did a good job heating them up, but their damp skin and clinging hair helped it leave their skin even quicker. Lisa leaned further into Natalie’s side, as their sandals flopped on the concrete walkway.

“Cutting that poor boy off like that,” she teased Natalie. “I guess I know who’s calling the shots tonight.”

Natalie gave her the side-eye, but felt her lips twitching in response. “Someone had to,” she said. “I swear, you were two seconds away from offering him a lap dance.”

Lisa laughed, not the least bit ashamed. “Oh, come on. Can you blame me? It’s not every night women our age, get twenty-somethings like that tripping over themselves for our attention. It feels good to know I’ve still got a little something left in me.”

“You don’t have to prove anything,” Natalie said sincerely. “You’re gorgeous, Lisa. Anyone with eyes can see that.”

Lisa tilted her head, peering over at her friend, pleased. “Careful,” she murmured, squeezing a little tighter around Natalie’s waist. “If you keep saying things like that, I might start misbehaving on purpose, just to hear what you’ll do about it.”

Natalie’s steps slowed a fraction as she glanced at her. “Why do I get the feeling you already do that?”

Lisa giggled, keeping her arm wrapped around Natalie for both warmth and closeness as they turned toward Natalie’s building. “Maybe, but this time I’ll have a reason, and you’ll know I’m doing it,” she smirked. “Imagine it, me acting up, you telling me exactly what I need to do to make it up to you…” Her voice trailed off playfully, but carried a hint of a dare.

Natalie shook her head, though the warmth in her chest betrayed her. “You really don’t know when to stop.”

“Not when it’s this fun,” Lisa replied, her hand giving Natalie’s hip a squeeze before sliding away, as if to remind her what it felt like to not have her there.

They reached the stairs to Natalie’s landing, with Lisa still in full swing.

“I can just picture it,” she said, dragging out the words as she held an invisible spotlight over herself with one arm. “Me, swaying to the music, all eyes on me. And then you,” she swung toward Natalie, dramatically pointing her finger, “storming in like the goddess you are, telling me to get my ass off the table before I embarrass myself.”

Natalie burst out so hard she had to catch the door with her shoulder to keep from stumbling. “You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?” she managed, shaking her head as she pushed it open.

Lisa followed, beaming. “Ridiculous, gorgeous, questionably drunk… it’s all the same to those boys back there. They ate it up.” She exaggerated a hip sway as she walked through the door, tossing her wet hair like she was on an imaginary catwalk.

Natalie bit back another chuckle, trying to look stern and failing. “If you don’t cut it out, I’m going to lock you outside, where you can wait for Aiden to let you in when he gets home.”

Lisa gasped and clutched her chest like the betrayal had cut her deep. “My cruel mistress!” she declared, nearly cackling by the time Natalie closed the door behind her.

For her part, Natalie could only shake her head and try to keep her expression stern.

Stepping into the living room, Lisa threw herself dramatically onto the nearest chair, stray drops of water from her hair and swimsuit finding their way onto the floor and couch. “Left to fend for myself, abandoned in the wilds of the outdoors,” she lamented, placing the back of her hand to her forehead like a swooning actress.

Natalie crossed her arms, leaning against the door. “You’re dripping all over my floor, drama queen,” she mock-scolded the petite woman.

Lisa peeked at her through her fingers. “Then save me. You’re the one who said I’m gorgeous, remember? And gorgeous girls shouldn’t have to mope.”

Natalie rolled her eyes, pushing off from the doorway. Sighing, she stepped past her and grabbed one of the towels Lisa had been holding to toss it into her lap. “Dry off before you ruin my furniture.”

Lisa caught it, snickering as she rubbed at her arms. “Wow. So bossy tonight. I think I like it.” She tilted her head, and her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You sure you don’t want to order me around some more? You’re getting kinda good at it.”

Natalie gave her a pointed look and jabbed a thumb toward the hallway. “If you’re not gonna actually dry off, then shower and wash off the chlorine at least. Now. You can play drama queen after.

Lisa clutched the towel to her chest and her lips quirked. “There it is. The goddess commands.” She hopped up and gave an exaggerated bow, still chuckling as she padded barefoot toward the bathroom.

Natalie followed a step behind, shaking her head but unable to ignore her friend’s coyness. Lisa tossed a glance over her shoulder as she reached the doorway, riding the high of her hot tub antics.

“You know,” she said, lowering her voice to an exaggerated whisper, “I think you like it when I do what you say. Makes you feel powerful.” She leaned against the doorframe, cocking one of her hips out, running the towel dangerously low over her abdomen.

The words hit a little closer than Natalie wanted to admit, bringing up a vague memory of Aiden teasing her in the kitchen that first night they’d cooked together. The guilty nagging came quick and hard, but she shoved it aside, covering it by stepping forward.

Natalie looked at her with a lighthearted glare and gave her a light shove into the bathroom. “Go. Before I really do start to boss you around.”

“Mmhmm,” Lisa hummed her approval, backing inside and closing the door. “Careful what you threaten me with, Nat. I might just hold you to it,” Natalie heard her say, muffled through the door.

The sound of the shower turning on came a minute later. Natalie slipped into her bedroom, shutting the door. She untied the straps of her bikini top and let the damp fabric fall onto the foot of her bed, and her bottoms followed when she peeled them down her legs. Then grabbing the top, she carried them both to the hamper in her closet.

She ran her fingers through her hair, catching the sharp scent of the chlorine. It clung to her skin, and for a moment she just stood there, naked, then caught sight of her own smirk curling at the corner of her lips in the mirror as she came out from the closet.

Natalie took the few steps from her door to the bathroom at the end of the hall while naked, and eased the door open to the sound of the water raining down. Lisa was already under the spray, with her back to the door, and rinsing her hair. She turned at the sound of the door latch catching, water running over her face and shoulders, and chortled when she saw Natalie step closer.

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