Morgan flipped on the bathroom light, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the sink. A disgusted grunt escaped her as she ran her fingers through her long, chestnut brown hair. She vowed to call her hair stylist for a much overdue fix to her disheveled mane, but not before she took a shower and washed off the remnants of the night before.
The concert at the small, intimate club downtown had been so loud her ears still rang. At the time, she hadn't cared; her only objective being to forget the loser boyfriend who decided he wanted to, "See other people." That was well and good as long as he wasn't seeing her too. And thank goodness no one could see her at that moment.
She looked and felt like death warmed over. Her clothes reeked of cigarette smoke and clung to her with a stickiness she couldn't get out of fast enough. She'd obviously passed out, still in her clothes, after coming home. How she managed to get home was a mystery in itself because there was no way she could've driven. Four mixed drinks in an hour and a half time frame did a number on a person. Especially a tiny person like Morgan; just over five feet tall and barely one hundred pounds.
Finally out of her stinking clothes, she turned on the tap for the shower. Grabbing a towel and wash cloth from the cabinet under the sink, she stepped into the…
"Shit!" She howled. The water hadn't warmed enough yet.
Morgan adjusted the showerhead to the side so that it wasn't spraying its cold needles directly on her vulnerable body.
Probably still drunk, she thought to herself. That was the only explanation for getting too quickly in that darn shower that she knew took a good few minutes to warm up.
Her chest rose and fell as a sigh escaped her. The whole situation was so typical. Losing a boyfriend, getting so drunk she couldn't remember how she got home, then nearly putting herself in shock by stepping into a freezing cold shower. If she'd had to rate the circumstances, she wasn't sure she could decide which of them was worse.
Surely losing Brad wasn't the worst. And what had she really lost anyway?
Thinking about him now wasn't helping… too late.
Morgan brushed at the stinging tears that spilled down her cheeks, with the back of her hand. "Stupid jerk," she hissed. Then wasn't certain she'd meant Brad for breaking up with her or herself for crying about it.
Pulling herself together, she tested the water and found it pleasantly warm. She straightened out the showerhead and then began lathering her hair with her favorite shampoo. The sweet aromatic scent was a relief to her senses rather than the awful cigarette smoke. After rinsing her hair, she washed her body with her favorite shower gel; secretly enjoying the way it lathered on her most intimate parts. Almost as good was the way her legs felt after shaving them and the smoothness of her pussy when she touched up the shave job there, leaving only a small strip of hair at the top. The shower was so warm and soothing, she didn't want to get out but she forced herself to anyway.
Much better, she thought, drying off. She was starting to look and feel human again.
Going to the walk-in closet, she picked her favorite blue jeans; the ones that were almost too tight she had t o wiggle into and a black top with a lightweight black jacket. With the cool January weather, she opted for black boots to compliment the outfit as well as keep her warm.
She'd had the number of her hair stylist memorized for some time and she started dialing as soon as she picked up the phone. Three rings later, it was answered.
"This is Anna."
"Hey, it's Morgan." There was a lot of background noise. She hoped Anna wasn't too booked to see her.
"Hi! I was just thinking of you."
"Yeah, it's been a while. Do you have any time today?"
Morgan could hear more rustling. "How about six o'clock?"
"That's fine."
"And what do you want to do today?"
"Nothing drastic. Just touch up layers again."
"Okay," Anna answered cheerfully. "I'll see you then."
"Alright, thanks."
With a smile on her face, she placed the phone back in its' cradle. Anna had such a sweet personality and it rubbed off on Morgan. She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed. It was after three already. That would give her some time to clean up the place, she thought, before leaving for her appointment.
She decided to tackle the kitchen first. With school and work, she barely had time to keep up with what needed to be done at home too. Last weekend's newspaper still sat in its wrapping on the center island. Morgan debated whether to read it or just throw it in the trash.
As she was about to pull out the paper, the doorbell rang. Morgan walked to the front hallway, looking out the peephole to see Heather, one of her friends from work.
"Hey."
"Have you seen this?!" She asked, shoving a newspaper at her and then walking past without another word.
"Good to see you too," Morgan replied, carrying the rolled up newspaper to the dining room table.
Heather was helping herself to a soda in the refrigerator. "You look like hell." She said, popping the tab on the can, then taking a drink.
"Thanks."
Heather leaned against the counter, "Second page. Half way down."
Morgan flipped the first page over and skimmed the second page, as Heather had said. "What am I looking for?"
Heather walked towards the table, taking the seat across from her, and pointed to what looked like a personal ad.
"Seems your boyfriend didn't waste any time trying to 'see other people.'"
"Yeah, I see that." And she did but what should've struck her as bad, from the way Heather was acting, made her laugh.
"This is funny to you?"
After Morgan regained her composure, she said, "He's pathetic."
From the questioning look on Heather's face, she wasn't catching on.
"Come on. A personal ad?" Morgan asked her.
Heather looked at the paper again, as if to reassess the situation and then started laughing too. "He sounds so…" she stopped as if searching for the right word. "Desperate."
Morgan nodded in agreement.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to that creep, you know?"
Morgan couldn't help but smile. Whether she believed that or not, she wasn't sure, but she was starting to feel better.
"So, do you have any plans for today?" Heather asked.
"Just a hair appointment at six."
"Oh, okay. Mainly, I wanted to check on you." Another laugh escaped Heather. "You were pretty lit last night."
"Yeah."
"Hey, you needed to have a good time."
Morgan couldn't argue with that.
"It was around three when I brought you home this morning. Dan drove my car and I drove you home in yours." Heather looked at her watch. "I'm supposed to meet him for a late lunch. He had to work this morning. You want to join us?"
"Oh, no. I don't want to intrude."
"Don't be silly. We'd love your company."
She was hungry and didn't have a better offer, other than what was in her own kitchen, which probably wasn't much, so she decided to take Heather up on her invite.
Just as they were gathering their purses to leave, the phone rang. Morgan checked the Caller ID that sat on the bar separating the kitchen from the living room… Brad. Why would he be calling now? If she hadn't still been feeling the uplifting vibes of Anna, she would've picked up the phone and yelled a thousand obscenities at him. Instead, she pulled the plug out of the wall and told Heather, "Let's go."
Dan was already seated and waiting at the restaurant when the girls arrived. He was a good-looking man with dark hair and green eyes.
"Two pretty ladies for lunch," he said, as he rose from his seat and hugged them both.
"This one won't be staying long," Morgan replied. "I have to be somewhere else at six."
"Well, I can at least enjoy some breast and thighs before you go." He flashed his most winning smile, followed by a wink.
His flirting warranted a look from Heather.
"From the menu," he explained.
Heather just shook her head. They all knew a flirt was all he was, nothing more. He wasn't the kind of guy to not know when he had a good thing and he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it. Unlike some people…
Morgan looked at her watch; after four. They hadn't even had their drink orders taken and she'd hate being late for her appointment.
Finally, a tall, thin brunette came and took their orders. Morgan ordered something light that wouldn't take long to eat. When it arrived sometime later, her stomach was grumbling and she quickly ate the chicken sandwich. Leaving the fries, she wiped her mouth with her napkin and said, "I really need to go. Thanks for lunch."
"I'll call you later," Heather said.
"Okay."
Morgan pulled into the parking lot of the salon a good twenty minutes early, which was fine with her. The suite was on the second floor and she took the stairs with an extra bounce in her step.
The waiting area was simple yet elegant with a red couch and matching oversized chairs. A long glass table with magazines on it was against one wall, a tall floor plant beside it. Morgan took the chair nearest the entrance and flipped through a hair magazine while she waited for Anna to finish with the customer she was already working on. She could see her through the glass window that lined one side of the salon.
The hairstyles in the magazines weren't for Morgan. She was a simple beauty. Not about a lot of fuss.
"Morgan? Are you ready?"
She looked up to see Anna smiling at her.
Anna was a beautiful girl; slightly taller than Morgan with the same petite build, black wavy hair just past her shoulders and eyes just as black. Almost as black as the tight leather pants she wore. Morgan wondered if she was supposed to notice how good Anna looked in them. Even more of a question was the aching she felt between her legs at that very moment.
"Yeah." Morgan placed the magazine back in its spot on the table and walked to Anna's station; tidy and cheerful just like Anna. She'd never had a better stylist. Someone she could trust to listen to her needs along with the personal aspects of her life. Naturally, and because she didn't know, the first thing she asked about was how things were going with Brad.
"They're not," Morgan replied.
If Anna was surprised, she didn't show it. The look on her face was more relief than anything and she only nodded.
Morgan added, "We're not together anymore."
Anna placed a hand on Morgan's shoulder and said, "Come on back here."
Morgan took the chair and leaned her head back, resting her neck against the cold, hard sink. Her favorite part was the way Anna took special care with washing her hair, massaging her scalp, making her feel good. She closed her eyes briefly, relaxing and enjoying the fact that all her problems seemed to wash right down the sink with the water and suds. Those hands…
Opening her eyes, the first thing she noticed was Anna's smooth breasts as she stood beside her. They moved slightly under her white low cut blouse. She tried not to pay attention, tried to close her eyes again, tried to look somewhere other than inside her stylist's shirt. Trying was all she did, but to no avail. She wanted to look. More than that, she wanted to know how they felt.
In her relaxed and much aroused state, Morgan heard Anna say something to her but wasn't sure what. Probably just making conversation. "I'm sorry?"
"I said Brad is a stupid fool." Anna finished rinsing out the shampoo and then carefully wrapped a towel around Morgan's hair. "How long have you been coming here?"
"A while now."
"Yeah. Well, it's about time you got rid of Brad anyway."
Morgan opened her mouth to say something… what, she wasn't sure, but then Anna leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "He could never take care of you the way I could."
Something in Morgan told her this was true. They walked back to Anna's station where Morgan sat silently, watching as Anna trimmed and styled with perfect precision.
Her hair always felt so much better after Anna finished.
"What do you think?" She asked, holding up a hand mirror so Morgan could see the front and back.
"Looks good, thanks."
"You're my last customer for the day. You wanna go get something to drink?"
Morgan laughed. "None for me, thanks. I had enough last night."
"Somewhere else quiet then?"
Morgan found herself smiling at the ideas that were chasing themselves around inside her head at that moment. "Sure."
Helping Anna close up her shop went quickly and they soon drove to a nearby community of single story homes with well-manicured lawns.
Anna arrived first and stood leaning against her car, waiting for Morgan to pull up.
Walking up the drive, Morgan had to admit she was a little nervous. She stood a good distance away with her hands in her pockets.
Anna's laugh cut through the quiet neighborhood, and then she said, "Come over here. I don't bite."
Morgan removed her hands from her pockets and stood beside Anna against the car. The night air had a chill to it and Morgan shivered.
"Let's go inside."
"Okay."
It was even quieter inside the dark house. Morgan didn't know what to say but she didn't have to say a word because as soon as they were inside, Anna leaned in close and kissed her on the mouth. For a brief second it felt strange. Morgan parted her lips farther and their tongues met. It'd only felt strange because it was different. Different than anything she'd ever known. How could it be Anna was a better kisser than Brad or any other man she'd been with? It was sweet and hot at the same time.
Just when Morgan thought she'd been through the roof with that one kiss, Anna's hand slid up her thigh, stopping on her mound. She began rubbing Morgan through the material of her jeans with her palm. Morgan was surprised at the sound of her own pleasure.
"Let's get more comfortable." Anna said, grabbing Morgan's hand and leading her to a back bedroom. "One second." Anna lit a candle and without hesitation they both started taking off their clothes. Never had Morgan been so eager and without inhibitions. Even with the slightest amount of light, she could see those breasts that she couldn't keep her eyes off of earlier. So perfect. She licked her lips.
Anna's red tipped fingernails traced the outline of Morgan's lips where she'd just licked. Her touch was so soft.
Doing only what instinct told her, Morgan took Anna's finger into her mouth and sucked it. She was rewarded with a pleasant moan. It stirred her emotions like she'd never felt before. Then, a slow smile came over Anna's face. Such a pretty face it was. They kissed again, this time falling onto the bed.
Anna looked over Morgan's body as if cherishing every inch. "So beautiful," she finally said before crawling between Morgan's legs.
There was that ache again, deeper and harder than before. The anticipation was almost too much. Morgan moved her hips as Anna drew closer. Anna kissed her on the mouth but only briefly because she ran her tongue down her chest, across her perky breasts, down her belly to her pussy.
Anna seemed to enjoy the rawness. She ran her fingers over the patch of hair, and then over the smoothness, giving another moan. "So wet." She gently pushed Morgan's legs farther apart and inserted a finger, moving it around and in and out. Anna soon replaced her finger with her tongue. Licking, sucking, nibbling, biting. Morgan knew she couldn't take much more before she lost control and she wanted to taste Anna too.
Trying to get Anna to stop for a second was like trying to get a hungry dog off a bone. Finally, she stopped, breathing heavily and looking up at Morgan.
Morgan sat up and turned so that she was facing the treasure between Anna's legs. Hungrily, they touched and tasted until the sweet nectar was flowing freely and they both collapsed, content and unspeaking until Anna wrapped Morgan in her arms, caressing her body tenderly. She was the first to break the silence when she said, "I promise next time it'll be even better."
"Better?" Morgan questioned, pulling away from the embrace enough so she could look at Anna.
"Yes, better." A sly smile crept up on Anna's face, setting off more tingling sensations in Morgan. She could only imagine what Anna had in store for their 'next time.' The fact that this wasn't going to be over for them warmed Morgan's heart. She returned Anna's smile, then cuddled back into her spot, thinking of how it'd be better and looking forward to it.
"Next time," Anna repeated and her head fell against Morgan's shoulder. She stroked Anna's silky hair. It felt so good, so right to hold her.
