P.S. I hate you! (lesbian story)

Seduction

Elisa's heart was thumping so hard against her rib cage that she thought she might have a heart attack. The sight before her was...well it was something majestic. It was a sort of a raw ravishing beauty that deserved to be written about in poems. Elisa forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds. She gripped the door frame in order to steady herself. 

Breathe Elisa! Breathe! she reminded herself as she let the trapped air out. She blinked a couple of times trying to compose herself, but her insides were burning as the desire for the brunette in front of her raised like a whirlwind. She couldn't keep her gaze steady, her chocolate eyes darkened by lust as they roamed all over Isabelle's body. 

Her face completely free from any makeup revealed her classical beauty in all its simplicity, her small nose, and her full pink lips that begged to be kissed again. Her green eyes sharp as always but this time free from the cold gaze, and her wet brown locks cascading down her porcelain white shoulders made her the most beautiful sight Elisa laid her eyes on.

Droplets of water fell down form her hair onto her shoulders and chest, Elisa's gaze following them as they disappeared in the small gap between her breasts and the towel that was wrapped firmly around Isabelle's body. She gulped hard, realizing how dry her mouth was.

God, she is so beautiful, Elisa was on the verge of saying it but she stopped herself realizing who was she talking to. Actually now that she thought of it, neither of them uttered a word yet, they must have been staring at each other for like a minute now.  Elisa felt very uneasy all of the sudden realizing she was staring at Isabelle like a creep. The tension between them was palpable, and Elisa breathed hard preparing herself mentally to speak.

"Umm hi." she croaked finally deciding to break the stupor they both were obviously in.

My God I need a glass of water, my mouth is so dry, Elisa thought to herself as she gulped helplessly.

"What do you need Elisa?" Isabelle asked her, hey eyebrows arched in confusion. Her eyes were still a bit wide in surprise, her arms crossed defensively. She also seemed a bit nervous, which was definitely something of a rare gem in the array of Isabelle Parrier's facial expressions.

Elisa noticed that for once the spite and coldness were vacant from her voice. The way those green eyes pierced her right now made her even more flustered. Before saying something stupid and ravishing her on the spot, she blurted the only other thing that was on her mind,

"Can I have a glass of water?" 

Isabelle obviously didn't expect that so she just motioned with her hand for her to come in. She quickly entered before Isabelle changed her mind and slammed the door in her face. Moving past Isabelle she inhaled the scent of her fresh skin and hair, sending shivers down her spine. Isabelle wordlessly walked towards the kitchen.

Elisa stood at the middle of her hallway taking in the luxury of Isabelle's home.  She peered at what she assumed was living room. The room was spacious and decorated with tasteful vintage furniture. The huge windows overlooked the city that glowed with millions of lights in the night. The whole place emanated the aura of tranquility and even a bit of melancholy. You couldn't hear anything, not even the traffic noise from the outside world. It was definitely too quiet for Elisa's taste. She smiled at the thought of her own home. It was way smaller but it seemed much more homely and it was never this quiet, whether due to the noise of her neighbors or the traffic outside. 

Isabelle finally returned with a glass of water, still only wrapped in a towel. Elisa's heart started beating hard again at the sight, and she practically snatched the glass from Isabelle's hands as she downed the water in big gulps.