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No Essex girls.
That was Leighton's one rule when it came to anonymous hook ups. It was too risky.
"No Essex girls," Leighton repeated to herself with a sigh as she looked down at the Essex girl currently gracing the screen of her phone. She was hot. Like, HOT hot. As Bela would say, a real smoke show.
Leighton quickly closed the FemFind app and put down her phone before she did something rash. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed.
The text was from Kimberly, letting the group chat know she would be working late at her new job and wouldn't be home until 11:25 PM.
Leighton's phone buzzed again. It was Kimberly once more, this time sharing her location with the ominous message "just in case". Before Leighton could think better of it, she re-opened the lesbian dating site disguised as a calculator app.
One new message.
From Hot Girl.
Fuck.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Hot Girl asked.
"Yeah," Leighton said as she swung open the door to her vacant suite. "My roommates won't be back for several hours."
Kimberly was working, Whitney was traveling with the soccer team, and Bela had some event with the girls from her new comedy club. Normally Leighton would never be so reckless as to bring a girl back to her dorm, but tonight the place was absolutely deserted. And besides, she needed this. If Leighton was being perfectly honest with herself, she still wasn't fully over Alicia. And as Leighton liked to say, the best way to get over somebody is to whore out with someone hotter.
Hot Girl wasted no time. Leighton's shirt was quickly discarded as she guided the pair through the dark to her and Bela's shared room.
Suddenly, a light flicked on.
"Leighton?" a groggy voice came from Bela's side of the room.
"Fuck!"
Bela was bummed about missing the inaugural meeting of her and Evangeline's new comedy club. But Bela had come down with a nasty cold and accidentally took too much cough syrup in a misguided attempt to feel better. She would be staying in for the night.
As Bela lay in her drug-induced stupor, she suddenly heard Leighton's laugh float through the air. Followed by sound of someone entering the room.
"Leighton?" Bela called out as she reached over and turned on her bedside lamp.
"Fuck!" Leighton exclaimed as she dove for a blanket to cover herself with.
Beside Leighton was quite possibly the hottest woman Bela had ever seen. A real smoke show. Her shirt was mostly unbuttoned and she had... lipstick on her neck? Even in Bela's drugged up state, it was easy to tell what was going on. Leighton was wearing her Good Bra. This was definitely a hookup.
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" Bela said slowly, looking between Leighton and this mysterious, but hot, stranger. Finally, her gaze settled on Leighton. "Shit! This explains so much, like why you didn't go for that dude with the abs. Hey, do you think I would have a chance? Since, I mean, you obviously aren't interested because..." Bela gestured vaguely at Hot Girl.
"I think I'm gonna let you two talk this one out," Hot Girl said while buttoning up her shirt.
Leighton grimaced in response. After seeing Hot Girl out and recovering her discarded shirt, Leighton returned to her room to face a suddenly sober Bela.
"So..." Bela started, "is this... new?"
"What, hooking up with women?" Leighton snorted. "No."
"Wait, is this why you are always so secretive about who you are hooking up with? Girl, give me the deets! I want to know how many women, their bra size, what positions - "
"Bela, no!"
"Okay, okay! But c'mon, just give me like four or five details."
Despite Bela's continued line of invasive questioning, Leighton couldn't help but smile. Her one fear about coming out was that everyone would treat her differently. But Bela, it seems, remained just as committed to uncovering the lurid details of her roommate's sexploits as before. It was like absolutely nothing had changed.