One-Forty or Less – Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The door to Sasha’s room slowly opened and light from the hallway began creeping inwards. It etched away the darkness of the room, inching towards the two women in their naked embrace. Sasha froze. Her body tensed up and for the first time tonight she felt incredibly exposed. “No Iria! Close…..close the door!” Sasha screamed but no noise escaped her lips. She quickly realized that the words were only forming in her head. Her mouth was locked open in a stunned trance and she was not able to articulate a single word. Her eyes instead grew wider and wider as the potentially horribly awkward situation was becoming increasingly inevitable.

Jessica looked into Sasha’s shocked eyes and knew what she needed to do. She let go of the pale statue that was Sasha and launched herself backwards with her arms outstretched. She flopped to the floor with a thud and with the extended fingers of her right hand she held the door fast stopping it’s unwanted intrusion into Sasha’s now deathly quiet room.

Iria heard the thump and felt the sudden resistance on the door so stopped pushing making the assumption that Sasha was feeling modest again. “Anyways, just wanted to let you know I’m back. I thought you might be up and….well….interested in talking about your….date…tonight.” Iria smirked to herself, intrigued and salivating at the promise of a juicy intriguing story.

Sasha shook herself out of her trance and answered back quickly, “N…….not tonight I think.” she managed to splutter nervously.

Iria nodded to herself in the hallway. “Ok then. Night.” she replied, before frowning at the confusing distance of Sasha’s voice. Though the door was being held closer to the hallway, it sounded like Sasha was still in bed. Iria looked back to the door and opened her mouth to ask if there was someone there with her, but thought better of it and instead simply assumed that the thud she heard was more likely to be something Sasha had thrown towards the door to stop it from opening. Iria shrugged to herself and turned to walk back down the hallway to her room.

“Night.” Sasha replied finally. She listened intently to the extremely faint footsteps of her petite roommate making her way down the hall. Then with dizzying relief took a deep breath that felt very much like the first breath she had taken in the last four minutes. Sasha looked at Jessica sprawled on the floor. Her body was stretched as far as possible with only the tips of her fingers touching the door. The brunette raised her head to look at Sasha and a nervous smile dashed across her face. Sasha smirked as well before clapping her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Jessica pushed the door closed and did the same, laughing silently as a tear streaked down her cheek.

Sasha shook her head and whispered to her new companion, “Well now we’re really fucked.”

“Why’s that?” Jessica replied, thinking she had already done a fantastic job of dodging the awkward bullet.

“Iria is a light sleeper.” Sasha explained sitting the bed with her legs crossed and one hand pulling nervously at her bangs. “, and you’ve heard our door.”

The creaking door had been an annoyance since the two had moved in. More for Sasha than for Iria though as Iria was usually the one that was attempting to creep back into the apartment at ungodly hours. The squeaking hinge was only half of the problem as when the door closed again it had a tendency to slam shut with a rattling thud. Sasha knew at once that Jessica was trapped in her room and for the life of her she couldn’t begin to figure a way out of this.

Jessica winced as she realized the predicament the two women were in. As much as they had enjoyed their time together and had pushed passed boundaries of comfort and social acceptance, the two were in no way willing to be broadcasting their newfound excitement for same-sex sexual encounters. While Jessica had been the aggressor in this case it was more because of a pent up need and desire. It pushed away all thoughts of backing down and made her fearless at least for the night. But now, what was going to happen in the morning? Would they all sit around the breakfast table and exchange stories about the first time they ravaged another woman with their tongues? Highly unlikely. Jessica, just as Sasha, feared exposure. She worried about what other people would think of her and like anyone that’s scared to show their true nature, it doesn’t matter if the person is a stranger or not, she just didn’t want to share her feelings about women to anyone. Period.

“Oh…fuck.” she muttered under her breath and Sasha nodded in agreement. “How….how the hell do I get home then?” Jessica looked around the room as if she was going to find some sort of secret trap door that lead out of this situation. She looked back up at Sasha, “I….I live with my parents right now…..oh fuck.” She look mortified, “They think I’m just meeting a friend for coffee.” Jessica’s eyes darted from side to side, blinking rapidly, “My mom is going to go apeshit. She’s going to think the absolute worst!” Visions of her mother calling the police rushed into Jessica’s mind. She’d have a press conference arranged by the FBI; search parties; phone lines set up for anonymous tips where Jessica may have been seen last. The panic was no longer creeping, it was tightening a vice around Jessica’s chest and crushing her inch by inch. She felt it was difficult to breathe as the weight of the moment squeezed down on her.

“Shhhhhh” Sasha exclaimed as quietly as she could. “Shhhhhh….don’t…..don’t panic.” she whispered, hardly believing her own words. “Don’t…..don’t worry we’ll figure it out ok? Please don’t worry.” She waved her hand beckoning Jessica to stand up and come closer.

Jessica picked herself off the soft carpet and stumbled towards Sasha, closing her eyes as fell into the redhead’s arms. The two women took deep breaths and stared into the emptiness of the darkened room. They shivered and held each other desperately running simulations through their minds on how best to exfiltrate themselves from their predicament.

Meanwhile, several paces down the hall Iria stood staring at a pair of shoes she didn’t recognize. and a purse she had noticed from somewhere. Iria looked skyward trying to recall where she had seen it before when it dawned on her instantly. “Oh fuck me!” she exclaimed to herself. Looking at the purse, the shoes, then back down the hall towards Sasha’s room. “Holy fucking dirty fuck nut!” she babbled. Her jaw dropped and she stood transfixed, completely taken by the realization that Sasha was hiding a visitor tonight, and this visitor was none other than the girl she had seen earlier. Iria giggled, turned on her heel, and walked the rest of the way to her room closing the door loudly so that the two women knew she was no longer in earshot. She owed Sasha that at least.

Inside the room the thud of Iria’s door reverberated through their skulls. “What do we do?” Sasha asked Jessica, knowing full well she didn’t have a solution. “I….I’m not ready for this sort of thing. I…I hope that doesn’t offend you…I just….”

Jessica shook her head emphatically, “No…no I know what you mean. I feel the same. I….this…well…. this is my first time.” she admitted sheepishly.

“Seriously?” Sasha blurted, louder than she expected.


“Seriously?” she repeated in a hushed whisper. “Didn’t seem like it….” Sasha questioned, trying not to sound too accusatory.

“No…you’re definitely my first. Why did you think there were others?”

“Cause….well…” Sasha smirked at the brunette, “You’re fucking awesome?” She chuckled and then clasped her hand over her mouth trying to muffle her own laughter.

Jessica smirked and blushed, “well thanks.” she replied. “That’s sweet of you to say.” She took a breath and looked around, “But I still don’t know what we’re going to do. If I don’t get home, my mom is going to freak out.”

“Why don’t you just call her?” Sasha asked, surprised that neither of them had thought of such an obvious answer. “Just call her and like, tell her you’re staying at a friends or whatever.”

“That would be a great idea,” Jessica replied quickly, “but my phone is in my purse and my purse is…..” she stopped abruptly. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped again.

“Is….is what?”

Jessica shut her eyes tightly and winced, “Is sitting in the front hall next to my shoes…”

“Which Iria has already walked by…” Sasha slumped her shoulders forward and sighed. “Fuck.”


Sasha shook her head. “Well there’s no point in hiding here then.” She shrugged then offered, “You know she might not have noticed it. If she did she would have probably said something. Iria’s blunt like that you know?” Sasha chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and get your purse. Then you can call your mom.”

“What do I tell her though?” Jessica asked innocently.

“Just….I don’t know.” Sasha replied then she laughed quietly, “Tell her…..tell her that you were having such a good time you didn’t realize what time it was.”

Jessica chuckled as well as she started to pick up the piled elements of her wardrobe. “Ya, I could tell her I met this cool chick and we ate out.” she smirked at Sasha, “or…at least…I ate her out.”

Sasha laughed, “Oh as if! Could you imagine telling your mom that? Oh my god.”

“Hell no!” Jessica agreed. “I mean…like…I don’t regret this at all. Not for a second but…that’s crazy.”

Sasha nodded fervently. “Same here. I don’t regret this either.”

“Really?” Jessica asked before slipping her shirt over her head.

Sasha nodded, “Yeah….I’m….I’m happy I went out of my comfort zone for once. It was….” she paused and smirked, “….it was….rewarding.” she finished and giggled.

Jessica laughed, “Yes…I think I may have had a hand in that reward…..literally.” she winked.

Sasha slapped her on the shoulder, “Oh shut up you little turd.” laughing again.

There was a pause in the conversation as both women looked around for the rest of their clothes. The brief silence allowed Sasha to review the crazy night. She went from potentially meeting a one night fling with a cool guy she met online, to meeting the real person who turned out to be a woman. Then after all the shock and annoyance at being bamboozled Sasha found herself seduced by the very same person who had lied about who they were. She shook her head in amazement. She could have never predicted her own behavior tonight. It was so far beyond what she had ever done before.

“Do….do you think we’d ever do this again?” Jessica asked quietly, breaking the silence. There was an innocence and feeling of concern in her voice.

Sasha tilted her head to the side and thought for a moment before looking back at the brunette and nodding slowly, “I think maybe….yeah…I think so. But we’d have to be a little more organized and a lot more discreet next time.” she laughed. “I’d hate for Iria to find out. You know?” Sasha smiled at Jessica and then opened the door.

“Tea?” came the polite query from a silk kimono wearing Iria standing in the hallway, a smile stretched from ear to ear. “I made three.”


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