Naysha's Charm (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 1

    Again it was absolutely wet here in Seattle again, the streets were crowded by traffic, and illuminating lights twinkled my eyes. The sky had darkened into night, and walking back to my dorm in the cold night made me shiver. Few people walked in this area, but must I really take my chances at taking a short cut through the alley way? I gripped my school bag and exhaled a breath of steam.
      I couldn't believe my best friend ditched me to have a one night stand with some guy, I fucking trusted her. We decided to have a drink, a simple drink at the local bar on a Friday night. Overall it was great, we talked about stuff, ate a little food, checked out the sober non-douches by the pool table, then just went back to talking on the bar stools.
         Then he came, this guy, in his twenties I believed. He started to hit on me, and I rejected politely, Lexi on the other hand was way drunk. So the guy, I think his name was Marc, hits on her , and she sluggishly accepts it, I backfired by saying she's not going with him because she ain't sober, then I earned myself a slap on the face by my one so-called best friend. How crazy is that? Though the sight of Seattle is beautiful at night,  I'm becoming sick from the windy streets. I blew warm air into my hands, the air fogging up between my fingers, and continued walking briskly to my dorm. Which was like ten blocks away. Lexi was my only ride, but I guess I have to suck it up. She and her little dick can go fuck themselves.

"Lost, little girl?" A low feminine voice crept, I looked behind me to see a stunningly beautiful woman with curly black hair, full lips and the sexiest body a lesbian like me can crave, though deliciously curvy. She wore an apron however, and I think she was throwing out the trash. 

"No-I I'm just passing through." I said shyly fidgeting my fingers inside my hoodie.

"Aren't you cold? You wanna come inside for some coffee, tea, milk?" She looked at me up and down, and I shivered not because I was cold. I can hear laughter and noise behind the open door she came from, it looked warm and cozy. Should I trust this woman? It was dark, and cold, and I don't want to be alone. She gave me the sweetest smile.

"Come here honey, lets get you warmed up." She said.

My cheeks flushed with warm rosy heat, and I nodded following her through the door. My body was hit with a pleasant brisk of warm air and I sighed quietly in satisfaction.

"My name's Naysha." She started, "I work here regularly as a cook." I looked around this hall we were in. Words were illuminated with a neon bright light, paintings and photographs lined the walls. The sound of laughter and clinking beyond those two easy, push able doors in the distance. I can smell something good coming from the kitchen, and I can feel my stomach gnaw my insides. 

"What is this place?" I asked, my eyes watching her hips sway as she walked. Such a mesmerizing sight.

"This is a Diner, but we're kinda near the bar right now." She smiled.

"What's your name?" She asked, Oh yeah, I never introduced myself.

"My name is Quincy. It's nice to meet you." I said politely.

"Quincy? Such a beautiful name." She glanced behind to sneak a quick look at me and I blushed.

"How old are you?" I asked, the question just suddenly popped into my head but I didn't know why.

"Twenty-seven." She grinned, " And you?"

"Twenty-two."

 She looked surprised, "wow, honey, you look so young. Like seventeen."

"Everyone says that a lot." I smile.

She opened the kitchen door and waved me in, it was bright and warm. I've never been so hungry, because that delicious smell is killing me. Of course I wouldn't mind having a taste of Naysha either. The place is surprisingly empty, a few customers in the back of the other side telling each other dirty jokes and pushing each other around. A waiter on his phone in one of the tables, playing some type of car game.