The apartment was the same, but it felt very different. A new scent was in the air. Everything felt slightly warmer. Giselle counted a total of 17 candles when she entered the living room and found it empty. The TV was on, but paused on the WB logo that began a movie. "Hey, Annie, you home?", she announced her arrival with a slightly raised volume. Her host carried two plates of garlic bread that smelled delicious. The woman wore pajamas, sort of. A high waist, white culottes and a white crop top with a very playful print on it that read "beautiful - love - sleep". Giselle glanced at her and tilted her head slightly when she realized how comfy it looked. Her own satin pajamas had the perfect fabric, but the cut left a lot to be desired.
"Sit, we can start, we can start", Annie said cheerfully. "But you've seen the movie, right?", Giselle asked with a reserved expression. "Of course! Dozens of times!", the blonde claimed with a grin. Both shrugged and sat down next to each other. Giselle took a garlic bread and found a smaller plate to place it upon. She had no intention of getting crumbs all over the sofa. Annie hit play on the remote and leaned her head against the shoulder next to her. The brunette suddenly had a memory flash in front of her eyes. From the previous night. It made her squirm.
"Before I forget about it", Giselle whispered as the intro to Goblet of Fire ran, "Do you want to tag along to dinner on Saturday? Ian kinda invited his ex and I had this insane idea that it might be fun if the two of us went with him?"
Annie paused the movie and turned her head to look up at her. "Wait, you're serious!", and Giselle nodded in response. "Let me get this straight, your husband has dinner with his ex and you ask your lover, uh neighbor, to tag along with you?", Annie frowned and sat up. Her guest just smiled innocently and shrugged. "Ah fuck it, why the hell not...", the blonde shook her head in disbelief of what she just agreed to. "Awesome! I'll tell Ian tomorrow!", Giselle smiled and went back to munching on that garlic bread.
The movie continued for a while. They ate first, then they snuggled under a single blanket and drank wine. It got slightly out of hand when both realized that there was none left. When the story concluded the underwater section, Annie had her arms around her neighbor. Both stopped paying attention to their surroundings. By the time the movie was done, Annie was on top of Giselle, unbuttoning the pajama top. The candles had increased the room temperature into a cozy warmth and tinted it yellow and orange. Giselle was ecstatic and felt her back arch before long. It would be a long evening and a very short night. She smiled to herself until her mouth opened involuntarily and a moan escaped her. Annie had squeezed one hand into her thong and she knew from her previous night how skilled the woman was. Ian was not home to overhear their play. And then she felt a wave of pure pleasure emanate from her hips and she let herself be swept away.
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Most candles had died and just a single one in the far corner was lit. Annie's panting was so loud, Giselle almost didn't notice the click of another door in the hallway outside. Her husband was home. A grin appeared on her face as she glanced up the dimly lit silhouette of her lover. "What are you grinning at?", Annie breathed and had both hands dug into her hair. Sweat covered her body. Giselle lifted herself on top of the woman from the floor in front of the sofa. Their lips met again. "I can't believe you liked that!", the brunette whispered playfully and Annie chuckled, "I like fingers in all kinds of places!". Giselle blushed and they kissed for a long while.
Holding hands, Annie led her neighbor into her bedroom. Both women walked slowly, they were quite drunk. They fell into the bed and grunted. Falling down at their level of intoxication was not pleasant. The younger of the two recovered faster and rolled over to kiss. Before Giselle realized what was happening, she felt two fingers softly pushing into her. "Fuck, you're still wet", the blonde giggled, but received no response. Moans and gasps chased another, until at a very late hour, both were sound asleep, snuggled up against another, naked.
The walk of shame home the next morning was a mix between too much wine, too little sleep and a very tingly lower body. Despite the shower they had taken in the middle of the night, she felt icky. The kind that reminded you of something. Her thong was hidden inside one of her hands, she couldn't wear it anymore, it was quite dirty now.
She walked straight into bathroom, but not before Ian stuck his head out of the kitchen and raised two eyebrows, "What happened to you? You look like crap!". She didn't respond.