Glimmering
aqua lights and light murmurs snuck from the living room into the long hallway.
On the opposite end, the bathroom door glided open without a sound as Laura
carefully lifted it up with both sides of the knob. Her unpainted toes crept
across the carpet, avoiding any hidden creaky floorboards until she arrived at
the room on the left a third of the way down the corridor. This portal already
agape, she used the same technique to adjust it to ajar once she was discreetly
inside.
Open blinds allowed the glow of street lamps to escort Laura on her dialectic mission. Her eyes beamed like a possum as she surveyed the room. Shifting around the bed, she arrived at the dresser. She took a minute to let the anticipation build, the realization of her gumption welling behind her heart. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she noticed her reflexes opened the drawer while she daydreamed and cotton briefs were touching her forehead. She panicked for a second, but upon inspection, she hadn’t stained them.
Wishing to not risk it all for such an ordinary pair of undergarments, she fished around delicately amongst the delicates. Soon enough, the marauder withdrew a bra she shouldn’t have minded wearing herself. She placed her entire face into one cup and breathed in the scent of Gain, giggling to herself. Feeling she had invisibily left her mark, she exchanged tops for bottoms. Though a frilly waistband, it seemed larger than it should have been. Maybe they were stretched out. She imagined sharing them with someone special.
The lights flicked on. It took a moment for Laura’s lecherous eyes to adjust. “Dude, what are you doing?” Tamika scratched the back of her head as she leaned against the atrium in a loose t-shirt and boyshorts.
Caught red-nosed, she tried to shove the garments back into the drawer and shut it but caught her finger. The yelp echoed into the hallway.
“What’s going on down there?” Sakura screamed from the couch in the living room.
“This bitch is high as fuck, in here sniffing her own panties, making us wait to put the movie back on and shit.” As Tamika’s body turned to call back, her pierced nipples became more apparent to Laura. Shaking loose of her gaze, she looked around the bedroom to find her Gossip Girl and MCR posters hanging on the wall. In her stupor, she forgot they all used the same laundry detergent. “Damn, your room is retro as fuck.” Tamika’s smile shined as she turned the lights back off. “You got one minute til we press play without you.”
Alone again, Laura tilted and plopped on her bed behind her. She giggled as she rolled towards the door. An idiot, she resolved to try her plan again sober; she’d realize what lingerie from Rihanna felt like one day.
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