MARY
“Ican’t promise you that you willlikemy clothes, but I will let you have them,” Betty said, sorting through her wardrobe. “And unfortunately, this isn’t where I presently stay, so some of this stuff is a bit dated. Yoga pants?”
“That’s fine,” I said.
She held a pair of peach and purple tie dye leggings.
I shook my head. “Be serious, Bets!”
“I wasn’t.”
“Youwearthose?”
“Yeah, and they make my ass look fire, so you shouldn’t complain when I do.”
“For tonight,” though, “I said.
“Uh… here.” She tossed a horse head t-shirt and pair of pajama shorts.
“These are pink,” I said. “Skatt, is everything you own pink?”
“Noteverythingbut most things. I am not like you. I don’t live to wear black.”
I could judge based on her room alone that everything sheownedwassome shade of pink, purple, or fit into her aggressively feminine wardrobe aesthetic. She couldn’t have been further from me in terms of style, but I couldn’t have wanted her more.
“Tomorrow, I am wearing navy and black, point of fact,” I said.
“So different. So special.”
She tossed her dress aside and kicked it across the wardrobe floor.
“Bets, don’t be a monster. Hang that up.”
She groaned, dipping down, wearing nothing other than her lacy panties and hung up the dress. As always, Betty knew what she was doing.
“Are you aware you are some kind of snack? Did you always realize that?” I asked.
“The minute I realized I could use my feminine wiles to cause chaos, I did,” Betty agreed, approaching me with a stack of her own clothes. “I know it drives people mad. I like to watch you come unglued.”
“Mission accomplished, Bets.”
She passed, stopping near the bath to take off her teeny-tiny panties.
“Now, I’m going to shower because I’m gross. You’re welcome to join me or wait but it’s calling my name.”
I nearly tore off my costume, doing exactly what I just chided her for and followed Betty into the shower. She was already covered in soapy water as I entered
“Your hot water must be amazing here,” I joked.
“It better be,” Betty said. “I don’t like to wait.”
That sent shivers down my spine. Well, that or the feeling of cold water as I waited to use the shower properly. I pushed her back against the wall, kissing her deeply and finally getting some hot water. Unfortunately, it was scalding.
“What is wrong with you?” I gasped. “This water is hot as fuck!”
“I like my water as hot as me,” Betty joked.
“Oh, stop it.”
