The woman returned the handshake, “Gwendolyn…but, just Gwen is fine.""Well, just Gwen, if you'd like to crash on my couch, get warm, and you don't mind watching bad horror movies, you can stay as long as you'd like.”

Gwen accepted Lisa’s kindness and walked into Lisa’s apartment. She looked around, seeming to be amazed at how different it looked from hers despite it being the same layout. “Oh, wow, I love your art!” Gwen’s gaze stopped for a particularly long moment on a large canvas hanging on the wall that wasn’t shy about its subject matter.

“Now that surprises me…miss startup is into lesbian bondage paintings, I wouldn’t have pegged that as a possibility.” Lisa said, relishing the pun, wondering if it would register on Gwen.

“Come on, give me some credit. I might have a bland job, but I have a design degree, I know what good art looks like.” Gwen said.

Lisa noticed for the first time that the soaked dress Gwen was wearing hugged her curves exceptionally well, and she could feel her mind racing, even if she knew it was inappropriate and maybe a little creepy. She couldn’t resist it.

Lisa looked at her feet, trying to not see Gwen’s curves. “Umm…hey, I think you might be about the same size as me, do you want a t-shirt and sweats to change into? Bring them back whenever you want.”

Gwen looked down at herself, maybe forgetting that she was utterly drenched. “I guess this is a bit…damp, isn’t it?” Gwen said.

“Uh, yeah…” Lisa said, and she ran off to get Gwen some clothes, anything to get the image of her tits and nipples out of her head.

She gave her the softest, nicest t-shirt and sweats she could find. "Don't worry about bringing them back, or, whatever, just…umm…yeah, I don't care about them much."

"Are you nervous?" Gwen said, giving Lisa a smirk.

"Just…no, I think I'm just tired."

"It's eight thirty. You know, if I didn't know better, I would think you were admiring my body…" Gwen seemed to turn the heat up just another inch.

"No, just, uh…I mean…ok…I'm gay as fuck, but you're straight." Lisa said, giving up on any chance of having a straight face.

"Am I?" Gwen said.

Something about the streaked eyeliner and the rain-slicked hair ignited a fire in Lisa that was beyond just regular attraction. There was something spectral about Gwen that Lisa couldn't shake.

"Gwen…this is…what are you trying to do here?" Lisa said, trying to keep a respectful distance.

Gwen took a step closer to Lisa and took Lisa's hands in hers. "I think I'm trying to figure out if I like you. Do you…want to help me out?" Gwen's tone had taken a sharp turn toward the suggestive.