Bloomington

Bloomington

**Odessa's Fresh Start**

Bloomington.

A car drop off Odessa and her step brother to her new dorm.

Hi, I’m Odessa, she said to the hostel porter, and she looked and sigh.

Odessa is so happy nevertheless, cause finally she escaped her toxic relationship with her family.

She moved in with her two roommates—one is girly aesthetic, and the other one is smart like nerdy type.

I’m Odessa, she said to both girls. They seem nice, and the brother helped her moved in, and afterwards left.

Odessa is so happy, like she asked the aesthetic one—Raya—any party happening?

She said, yeah, you wanna go?

Yes, Odessa said.

Go prepare then, we leave in 2 hours.

Odessa hop into the bathroom, took her bath, then put a lot of aesthetic jewelleries, and her locs is so cute, the vibe is there. She put on a lot of perfume and smoke some blunt. Asked Raya if she wants, and she said no, she is cool with the alcohol. She said fair enough. Both left together, while Cecilia the other roommate left for night class.

Raya and Odessa got to the party and promise each other to always text and check up on each other.

Odessa went to go get shot, but apparently there’s no shot anymore. She was devastated—like the party just got started and drink is no more. So she reach out to Raya that she want to go smoke. Raya was cool with the idea, cause she is already hanging out with her boyfriend.

She left. While she is smoking, a guy approached her.

Hi girl, he said. I have been watching for quite some time, and I just wanna say you’re so cool, like I’m speechless on your piercings and locs is fireeeee. And don’t worry, I’m a gay, he said.

Odessa smiled and said, wow thanks, for a second I thought you are a stalker.

I wish, he said. By the way, my name is Henry. Care on sharing your smoke?

She said nope, hand it over him. Both were cooked asf.

...Time drifts hazy. Henry suggested they should go and get vodka from mall. Odessa agreed, and they both left together.

While getting vodka at the mall, she sighted this tall brown—caramel—skin tone lady buying wine. Henry noticed she staring, and **dare** her to go talk to her.

Odessa is way too gorgeous to be scared, Henry whispered.

Odessa says f**k that, and approach her—slow steps, heart thumping loud in the quiet aisle—while she was trying to pick between **Four Cousins wine** to another (**Drostdy-Hof Pinotage—deep red, berry burst with smoky spice that clings**).

Four Cousins are better, Odessa said with boldness.

And she—you think so?

Odessa said, I know so.

Wow, isn’t illegal you should know about alcohol? Hahaha, she said.

Funny on you, I’m 18 and is not illegal.

Wow, tell me, she said.

Odessa said, I can even drink it together with you if you like.

She said, why will I like that?

...Pause hangs thick, her eyes tracing Odessa's locs, piercings glinting under mall lights.

Well, cause I’m the one that recommend it to you.

And she said, well your friend is waiting for you.

Odessa was like, don’t worry about my friend, just say yes and I’m all yours, pretty lady.

The lady blush—and asked what’s your name?

She said Odessa, leaning her hands towards for handshake.

And she said, I don’t shake strangers.

Oh cool, what’s your name if you don’t mind? Or don’t you tell your name to strangers too?

She said yeah I don’t, and asked, fill me in on your plan this night, Odessa. I will just call you my woman then.

Oh, my plan? Nothing much, just here to get vodka and get drunk, that’s all.

My woman replied with, ok let’s go drink this then.

Odessa says her goodbye to Henry, they both exchange numbers, and she left with my woman.

And they both got to her house—it was very beautiful and huge, shadows soft from lamps spilling gold, air thick with quiet luxury that presses on Odessa's chest, slow.

My woman instructed, no touching, and to follow her up stairs—each step creaks deliberate, tension coiling like Odessa's pulse in her throat, one... by... one.

Odessa were too stunned to even say s**t, and she asked, are you a politician in any chance?

My woman laughed low, throat vibrating close, and she came close—too close, breath ghosting Odessa's skin, vanilla-spice scent wrapping tight, lingering—and said nope... in a seductive way.

Now Odessa wants her so bad, body humming electric, every inch screaming *touch me already*, but the air stays still, heavy.

So tell me, what do you do?

My woman said, ah ah ah, no personal questions. We are here to taste the drink you recommended, nothing else.

Odessa said nothing else... with her seductive eyes—holding that stare, lips parted just enough, the air between them thickening like smoke, seconds stretching.

My woman said yes... in kidding manner, but her voice cracks husky, betraying the pull.

Odessa pulled out her smokes and started smoking. She asked, are you interested?

She yeah, and she collected it and blow it right inside her mouth—lips brushing feather-light, smoke curling intimate, hot and shared, hanging there... endless seconds that stretch the ache, eyes locked fierce.

Odessa couldn’t hold it anymore. She kissed her—soft at first, testing, lips barely grazing, then deep, desperate, tongues meeting slow like they've been starving for hours.

My woman kissed back. Both started making out like they life depends on it—hands roaming edges only, hips pressing tentative, breaths syncing ragged, tension twisting tighter with every pull-back tease, her fingers ghosting Odessa's waist... then away.

All of a sudden, she stopped. The drink? You forgot?

Odessa said no, how can I now?

They are smoking, drinking and kissing—vodka burning sharp down throats between lip-locks that taste like smoke and want, each sip a pause that builds the fire higher.

Odessa kissed her lips... and her forehead, while her fingers linger through her sexy top—tracing slow circles over fabric, feeling heat rise beneath, n*****s peaking hard under fingertips, my woman's gasp pulling Odessa deeper... but hands stay light, teasing edges.

They keep on kissing without stopping, with the tension between them—she shoves playful, Odessa pulls harder; eyes lock fierce, bodies grinding air-thick friction, sweat beading slow, every denied inch screaming *more*, breaths hitching longer each time.

She pulled Odessa cloths—fingers trembling urgent now, peeling slow over locs-swept shoulders, exposing piercings that glint hungry, fabric whispering down skin—and they both made love.

Naked skin on skin, sheets tangling cool against fever—Odessa's locs fan wild on pillows, my woman's caramel curves arching under dim light, shadows dancing slow.

Tension snaps exaggerated: Odessa's mouth trails slow fire down her neck... biting collarbone till she whimpers soft, fingers dipping tentative between thighs—wet heat clenching greedy, circling c**t deliberate, building that coil... endless, her hips lifting begging.

My woman flips, straddles heavy, grinds torturous—Odessa bucks up raw, nails digging back, moaning low, "f**k, my woman," holding back just to feel it stretch.

They thrust fingers deep, synced brutal rhythm—bodies slick-sliding, gasps echoing louder, tension peaking in shakes and pleas that hang...

My woman breaks first—thighs quake violent, cry ripping throaty as she comes undone, pulsing around Odessa's hand, waves rolling long.

Odessa follows, tongue lapping relentless till her own wave crashes—body convulsing, vision blurring white-hot, tangled in locs and limbs, aftershocks fading slow .