Chapter 2

“Put up or shut up, hon… You gotta at least try. It sounds like nobody else can get it done for you until you do. I hope you get to eat some pussy, for all our sakes!”

That’s why she dialled Monique and gave her the situation and resulting epic brain crisis on clothing.

“Well, Sequoia, honey. If I were you, I’d go with the bra and waistcoat look. It suits your trim frame. It’s hot and she can stare at your awesome cleavage since you won’t be wearing a shirt. It’s a win-win. Wear that dark green bra, it pops them right out at you, with your deep gray pinstripe waistcoat and she’ll flip. And match your panties, just in case honey!” squealed Monique as Sequoia thanked her profusely and hung up.

Sequoia finished dressing, adding the rainbow dog tags that had just arrived in the mail today. And her black leather wrist cuff. Sequoia checked herself out in the full length mirror, adjusted her hair so it was spikier. Applied her foundation, black eyeliner and dark red lipstick, as well as her Adidas cologne, before running out of her bedroom door, only to go back for her keys before finally jumping into her green Mitsubishi Lancer and leaving for the bus terminal.

Pulling into the car park on top of the bus terminal building, Sequoia felt excited about seeing Isabelle. Her nipples were stiff as pebbles, the very thought of gripping that waist as those hips ground into her face. She descended the stairs down to the main terminal two at a time, but pulled up short of the bottom as she spotted Isabelle from behind. Seated near the corner to the left of the stairs. Slowly she finished walking down the stairs, headed to the left behind one of the pillars that flanked the area of the main terminal. Sequoia could see Isabelle side on, reading her class book, as she made her way down the left side. Which made Sequoia giggle; they really did have a lot in common, even if they were quite different. She leant against one of these pillars as she allowed herself a few seconds or minutes just to stare at the graceful outline of Isabelle’s neck and jaw, her profile showed her soft features and Sequoia smiled to herself as she started to approach her.

Look up, she willed towards Isabelle, look up and notice me.

Almost like magic, Isabelle raised her head, turned to the left and saw Sequoia walking towards her.

Isabelle looked up and to the left. Wow, she thought, that was definitely Sequoia who was sauntering across the terminal; toward her, smile bright and alluring. Isabelle wet her lips subconsciously and made her throat swallow. Suddenly she really needed a drink. Also, she was glad she’d freshened her make up and perfume before Sequoia had arrived. Sequoia looked stunning, the waistcoat pinching in at her waist, accentuating her cleavage which was more obvious than Isabelle remembered seeing before, and she knew now she would have noticed, definitely. The olive toned skin was gorgeous and Isabelle fumbled her book as she tried to put it back in her bag, she felt flushed and unnerved; dropping the coat she’d forgotten to put on. Sequoia bent to pick it up and their eyes locked as Sequoia held the coat out for her, eyebrow raised in an unasked question.

“Hey Sequoia, thanks.” Isabelle took the coat and folded it over her book bag as she went to sling it over her shoulder.

“Here, let me get that…” Sequoia reached out and lifted the heavy bag over her shoulder easily. “I see you’ve clearly been hard at work studying away for finals, ay?” Sequoia asked as she turned and motioned for Isabelle to start ahead of her.

They fell into step and continued talking.

“Yeah it’s been quite a long day, but I feel quite alive for all the reading I’ve waded through today.” Answered Isabelle as they walked up the stairs.

“And, what about you Sequoia? Are you hard at work finishing your thesis for honours?” Isabelle questioned her in turn.

“Me? No I was playing at the park this morning and met a friend for coffee before falling asleep, pretending to finish my thesis. Then you, gratefully before I got keyboard face, woke me and here I am.” Sequoia babbled, slightly nervous and self-conscious as they reached the roof level and walked across the car park toward her green Lancer.

“So, what area of Ancient Cultures took your attention today, Isabelle?” Sequoia asked, saying her name softly… enjoying the way it sounded on her lips, after Isabelle gave her directions to her house in Southshore. They pulled out onto the road and headed toward the beach.

“Polybius’ Histories. Books 3 and 4 and the poetry of Sappho and Alcaeus.” Isabelle answered automatically, still wishing she could have that drink.

“You do realise you know this stuff cold, right Izzy?”

Isabelle smiled, “It’s always good to do revision isn’t it, Teach?” she shot back.

Sequoia laughed, feeling more at ease.

“Yes, As long as you mix a little fun in as well. Besides its beautiful weather, what about all those shirtless boys out there for you, now you and Wills are finally split?” Sequoia asked, trying to feign disinterest and succeeding.

“Oh well, it’s finals Sequoia.” Isabelle started.

Rushing into, “Besides who says I haven’t seen anything I like?”

Sequoia’s head turned faster than a rattlesnake Isabelle had once seen on Discovery Channel.

“Have you, then? Met someone you like?” The disinterested facade had dropped momentarily, but Sequoia turned back to the road and collected herself. Isabelle wasn’t sure if she’d imagined the hungry look deep in Sequoia’s bewitching emerald eyes in that brief moment Sequoia was looking at her. But she was starting to really hope she hadn’t.

“Maybe,” she shrugged nonchalantly, “A guy from my Latin class is nice and easy to look at.”

This was total fiction, although there were plenty of nice and/or hot guys in her classes, Isabelle never really had paid much attention to them since her and William had broken up. Too busy studying she told herself, when she had wondered herself, but at the moment she was staring at Sequoia to see her reaction.

“Oh, well that’s good,” Sequoia mumbled, then “Do I turn right here, or at the next lights?” Changing the subject, Sequoia was thrown by her answer, as jealousy stabbed at her; she thought Isabelle would have mentioned a guy before now, but maybe not if it wasn’t a definite thing.

“The next set,” Isabelle answered. A smile slowly spreading across her face, something had occurred to her with Sequoia’s change of subject. It was so obvious she couldn’t have missed it that time. Jealousy. Sequoia was jealous… over her!

Isabelle looked out of her window, they were roughly ten minutes from her house. Only ten minutes, I wish I had more time, Isabelle thought.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to go out with him or anything.” Isabelle really looked at Sequoia properly. She looks… dressed up, considering she had been asleep when I called her, Isabelle thought to herself. Consciously, she noted the spicy, sultry smell of Sequoia’s cologne for the first time. She smelled really, really good.

Isabelle’s heart fluttered slightly as she thought of the last two months, or more accurately of the last six months. Flashes came to her, Sequoia bringing her much needed coffee during her study binges. Sequoia giving her Shakespeare’s Complete Works for her birthday, and hugging her tightly. Sequoia holding her umbrella for her, getting wet while she had stayed relatively dry underneath it. Sequoia’s eyes sparkling as she took her to see The Frogs at the university theatre when William said he wouldn’t go, Sequoia angry when she told her of William’s cheating. But mostly, Sequoia smiling at her as they talked and laughed and joked about.

Oh, wow, I really am dense, Isabelle thought

Lost in her thoughts, soft music filled the car. A woman’s voice sung softly, almost mournfully. The light melody of ‘She Says’ by Ani DiFranco enveloped the two women as they turned left onto Isabelle’s street.

“It’s further down on the right, the number is 294.” Isabelle instructed as she tried to think of what to say next, quickly.

Sequoia checked the number to the right of her, 46. Well at least she had time to think of an excuse to come inside. The guy didn’t sound serious and this might be her last chance before it was. Thankfully the opening came from Isabelle.

“You must be caffeine deprived by now, I doubt you even had a coffee before coming to get me. Thanks again by the way.”

“It’s really no trouble”, repeated Sequoia, “I would love a coffee though. You’re right, I didn’t make one before I left.”

The two women stopped in front of Isabelle’s red brick apartment complex. Six nearly identical houses lined up, all two stories high and joined to the one beside it. Isabelle checked her watch, her flat mates would still be awake. Hopefully neither of them had done the groceries, she knew they had run out of coffee this morning. Isabelle lead the way to the front door, opened it and Sequoia followed her inside.

“Hey guys, you here?” Isabelle called out to Kassie and Steve, the couple she shared the flat with. No answer was forthcoming as the two women walked into the lounge, comfy black sofas and a lone armchair faced the 32in flat screen on the wall. The walls were the standard off-white in most student-aimed apartments; colourful paintings were placed on the other walls. The layout was open plan with a dining table just off from the main kitchen area.

“Well this is mostly it, the bedrooms are upstairs.” Isabelle spun round with her arms out as she said this, dropping the heavy leather book bag into the only armchair.

“So, coffee, I promised you. Kassie? Steve? You guys here?” Isabelle called out again as she moved into the kitchen going through the motions of making coffee.

“You’ve got a nice place,” Sequoia smiled, “Much better than my one room loft apartment.” Sequoia leaned back against the bench

Again there was no forthcoming answer from Isabelle’s flat mates.

“They must have gone out. Oh shoot,” said Isabelle, opening the coffee container, “We’re out of coffee…” Isabelle turned toward Sequoia, just catching her, as Sequoia’s eyes passed over her ass, Isabelle was glad of the tightness of her skirt, which had seemed mildly annoying while she was studying. Isabelle continued on as if she hadn’t noticed.

“Let me check what I’ve got around here.” Isabelle turned toward the pantry as Sequoia said, “It’s ok if you don’t have anything…”

“No, no I promised coffee, but I have…” Isabelle opened the cupboard and pulled out the whiskey bottle holding it up, “whiskey!” she said triumphantly.

“Ah hahaha, whiskey is my weakness, got any Coke?” Sequoia asked as she took the bottle offered her and set it down behind her, as she turned back round Isabelle opened the fridge and leaned over to pick up the bottle, taking a little longer than necessary to do it. Sequoia was almost drooling as she stared quite blatantly at Isabelle’s tight ass, barely able to stop herself from reaching out to run her hand along the beautiful curve. Isabelle stepped backwards out of the fridge, and directly into Sequoia. Her full body brushed against the front of Sequoia seductively, setting her nerves on fire instantly.

“Oh, sorry Sequoia. Didn’t realise how close behind me you were.” Isabelle lied blatantly, smiling as she turned and reached above Sequoia’s head for the glasses to mix their drinks. Her breasts rubbed against Sequoia’s upper arm, the one with the tattoo. Sequoia’s breath caught, she could see down the front of Isabelle’s blue shirt, she could see the lacing of her royal purple bra, the milky white orbs nuzzled just inside the lining.

Isabelle smiled to herself, she could see Sequoia was getting the full show and was happy the eyeful was working its magic on the lesbian.

Just as easy as boys, Isabelle giggled inside her head as she placed the glasses on the bench and backed away, to pour their drinks as if she hadn’t noticed anything.

Sequoia cleared her throat and picked up her drink, following Isabelle as she sashayed into the lounge and sat down, kicking off her heels and groaning as she stretched her toes. Sequoia was starting to think that Isabelle was flirting with her. They sat together and Isabelle lifted a remote to turn the stereo on, Chasing Pavements softly started playing out of the speakers.

“You like Adele’s music then,” Sequoia stated, searching for a subject to break the silence.

“Yeah, I thought this was less embarrassing then the Spice Girls album…” Isabelle laughed.