A Bad Day Turns Good

02 March 2008

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Tori stamped through the rain angry and wet, very wet shoving her key into the door.she slammed the door open to escape the rain. Some fool had parked a silver grey Golf in her spot. She drove two blocks along before finding an empty space to park, and was forced to run through the pouring rain.

Out of breath, angry, and soaking wet, Tori paused just inside the apartment she shared with her lover, Chaz. Her feet frozen in place, she looked down at the small pools of water forming around her wet shoes. Something was not right. The flat smelled like a bread bakery.

Suddenly a woman's head popped out from behind the kitchen door in a shock of red hair. "Hi, my name's Jennifer!" the redhead called.

Tori clung to the front door knob without speaking, always uncomfortable in the presence of strangers never knowing what to say.

"You must be Tori. Chaz told me all about you."

Tori managed to mutter a reply, "You must be a friend of Chaz."

Stupid of course, she was a friend of Chaz. How else would she have got into the apartment? So Chaz had told Jennifer all about Tori. That did not sound good because Chaz had never told Tori anything about Jennifer. Tori felt betrayed.

Jennifer tried to cover her embarressment with a quick smile.

"You can let go of the door knob now. I I don't bite."

Tori looked down at her hand, still tightly grasping the doorknob, Jennifer's smile made her feel foolish. "oops2, she let go of the door handle.

"You have a silver golf by any chance?" asked Tori trying hard to appear intelligent.

"That's right," answered Jennifer brightly. "I must have parked in your spot."

Tori used her fingers to brush the dripping strands of hair hanging in her face behind her ears. Irritated by Jennifer's still smiling face and feeling very wet and rather foolish, Tori rushed past her with an apology.

"I gotta get this wet stuff off," she mumbled heading straight for the bathroom.

In the safety of the bathroom, Tori wasted no time. She stripped out of her wet clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot spray of the shower melted away her anger. It made her feel warm and safe.

Damn good looking, Tori thought. No doubt about it. Jennifer with the golf was trouble. Younger too. Chaz would compare. Tori to Jennifer, Jennifer to Tori? Which one would she want? Tori knew the answer. It would be Jennifer.

Thinking about Chaz excited Tori. She absently slipped her fingers between her legs stroking herself. It felt good, rubbing, gently touching herself. Feeling her knees start to buckle with lust, the shower drumming against her body, Tori felt a wave of pleasure rising inside her. Just a bit more and the wave would submerge her in a foamy torrent of turbulence. She waited for the wave to crest. She waited for it to come crashing down..... Suddenly, Tori screamed. "Shit!" she yelled as the heat and desire was replaced by a blast of ice cold water, "fucking bitch!"

From behind the bathroom door, she heard Jennifer's muted voice. "Sorry, I turned on the dishwasher."

Jennifer turned the dishwasher off, and the shower warmed up again, but not Tori, the moment gone frustrated and still angrt, she stepped out of the shower and dried off.

With one towel wrapped around her head like a turban, and another tucked around her breasts, Tori stomped into the kitchen to confront Jennifer.

"You're just in time," said Jennifer removing a freshly baked loaf of bread from the oven.

The smell was delicious. Tori's subsided as the aroma registered on her taste buds.