The Invite
With Agatha inside this lady’s house, she feels comfortable and welcoming for some reason. It feels like she is already close to this person even though she doesn’t know her name.
Oh yeah, what was her name again?
She searched for her, recognizing her figure standing near the kitchen sink, washing three hotdogs. Agatha couldn’t help but chuckle. It was a stupid reason to laugh but seeing her preparing hotdogs for her neighbor whom she didn’t recognize for being 15 years in the neighborhood sounded funny.
Her attention was hooked by the internal design of the house, it was cozy, a very fitting choice for the woman. She wouldn’t admit that she did find the lady cute, Agatha would never say things out loud especially if it would make her a fool. But does saying a lady is cute and pretty make her a fool? Probably not. She may get a partner if she would have just said something like that. After her husband filed their divorce, she has been staying in this area for a long time, but she can’t remember seeing this lady in their neighborhood. Although there are faint memories of her seeing a gorgeous woman every so often back then, she almost jumped on the chance of asking and taking her out but work gets in the way. I hope this lady is her.
“Breakfast is ready!”
Rio yelled, carrying the plates and showing them to Nicky. The boy jumped from the couch and quickly sat at the table, his feet moving in excitement. I could get used to this. Having a kid is something she doesn’t want for many reasons, but this kid somehow breaks those insecurities. Her eyes landed on Agatha, who was observing the place. Her heart skipped for a reason. How odd. She did imagine having someone inside this house, specifically, a wife. But it didn’t occur to this moment that she would imagine a life with a kid and her mother in her own house. The thought almost scared her, but she shook her head, placing the plates on the table.
The sound of the plates distracted Agatha, she swiftly looked at the kitchen and saw Rio staring at her. She stood up, looking down as she walked to the table, not wanting to look back at her.
She keeps her head low all the time, I wonder why?
For now, Rio just let that thought go. It was too early to ask personal questions to someone she just met. The table was quiet and the sounds of the utensils and plates crashing onto each other could only be heard a few glances from Rio and Nicky, and not even a glance from Agatha to Rio.
Rio decided to break the silence. It was getting uncomfortable; she would have let out a scream if it got too much. “Hey Nicky, was it good?” she curiously asked. Nicky glanced at Rio, before taking a bite on the last piece of hotdog on his plate. “Yes!” he answered after swallowing the food. Rio grinned, she then looked at Agatha who was staring at her before snapping those eyes again away from her.
She is getting concerned about the way she acts. Is there a problem? “When you’re done just leave the plate on the sink, okay?” Rio gently said to Nicky, earning a nod from the boy before he stood up and left the plate, then immediately ran to the living room. The two women were left alone. The silence is starting to become weird again. “That was quite motherly of you, young lady” Agatha commented, making her snap in her direction.
I thought she was shy.
“What? Excuse me?”
Agatha cackled. “Believe me, it looks like you’re the mother of my child. It was nice to see other people talking gently to him," she said afterward. The frown on Rio’s face instantly vanished and for a second, she thought Agatha was making fun of her for doing that.
“I forgot to ask your name”
Rio smirked. She wasn't going to say it until this woman knew who she was talking to. Coming in her place like that was not something she would just forget, it was rude, but seeing her toned down that level of rudeness.
You could say, she has favorites.
And Agatha is becoming one of them.
She just stood up, not answering back Agatha. The other woman was confused, she followed her into the kitchen, placing her hands near the sink where Rio was washing the dishes. But that didn’t make Rio stopped from what she was doing, instead, she purposely went a little farther from her, pretending to get something from the drawer above her. The oversized shirt she is wearing hiked up a little, the black shorts showing, it was so short you could see her ass.
Agatha can’t help but take in her body. It was a mouth-watering view, she won’t lie.
But Agatha doesn’t like to be teased— not unless she is the one doing it. She furiously walked towards Rio, her hands reaching for her waist and forcefully turned her around. She let out a yelp, her body hitting the sink. Their faces were too close, she could feel Agatha’s breath on her lips. Her eyes burned straight into hers, if looks could kill she would be already dead. Rio’s hands were placed on her shoulder to stabilize herself, as much as she didn’t want to, she couldn’t hold on to other things without falling in her position. Agatha’s hips were already touching her, completely locking her in that place. The closeness between them was so intimate, yet Rio needed more.
I’m such a whore for these kinds of women. Both of them just stared at each other for a second. Rio was afraid Agatha could hear her thoughts, or maybe she could see behind those eyes looking up at her what she wanted.
“Don’t do that”
“What?” Rio's voice was breathless and clueless, almost not audible, but the way they were so close to each other made Agatha hear it.
“Teasing me,” Agatha’s voice was dangerously low. Rio felt something in her stomach. Fucking hell. She searched between her eyes but failed to keep her composure when Agatha went closer, her ass sinking deeper on the kitchen counter.
“No, I’m not—”
“Yes, you are”
Rio gulped. I’m doomed. She just met this woman, yet the things she would do for her would be like committing multiple crimes that she would gladly be guilty of. Quick, distract her.
“Your child is just literally in the living room”
”So?” Agatha countered.
Rio scoffed. “What if he sees us like this? Do you want to traumatize your child?—”
“You’re talkative, I like that.” She cut her off. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What is her problem? “He didn’t mind seeing me with a woman in our house similar to this position,” Agatha teased, letting out a chuckle.
“What?” Rio was shocked. Every time she opens her mouth, something worse comes out.
“Jesus, you’re traumatizing your kid already.”
But then she faltered in her position, almost falling off but her hands instinctively hugged Agatha’s waist, making them closer together. Rio looked up, only to see Agatha looking down at her because of her position.
“Are you even into women?” Rio infuriatingly asked, the closeness bothering her but at the same time, she needed more. This is so wrong, fucking hell help me. Thousands of thoughts raced in her mind, and yet she could only think how she could make this woman fall in love with her. It seems odd for a very first-time encounter, but the chokehold of this woman is already high.
“Do I look straight?” Agatha blandly said.
“Yes? You have a child?” Rio asked dumbfoundedly. Agatha laughed, it was a sexy one and oh boy it made the insides of Rio swirled around that she clenched her legs.
Help me
Agatha laughed again, looking down at her legs and then back to her. “I’m into women, darling.” She sweetly said, yet the venomous tone in her voice was evident, her stare could melt Rio at this point. “Especially to women like you,” she leaned closer at the end of her statement, her eyes darting to her lips before she kissed the side of her lips.
She leaned back as she guided her body to stand up. Rio was speechless. Frozen, shocked, overwhelmed, flustered, and horny. She just stood there, blankly staring at Agatha who looked at her up and down, she looked like she would devour her at any moment.
“Now, do I still look straight to you after what I just did?”
Rio blinked.
“Well, you could have at least fucked me here so I would believe you,” she sassily fired back, but when she realized what she said, her eyes went wide.
“Wait, it’s not—”
“Later in the evening, darling. 8 to be exact, my place.”
It was an order.
Agatha ravishingly looked at her up and down.
“And wear something delicious.”