God, she was enough to make the heart flutter and if Rachel before meeting Sadina was at the very least doing a semi-decent job of concealing her love for girls, cracks in her little ploy were beginning to show and she was having a mountain of a challenge filling them in again.
Sadina had a tattoo, no secret with the tight fitted, low cut, back revealing dresses she liked to wear with stilettos, running down her back from her neck, stopping God only knew where and Rachel, giving into her perversions just a little, wanted to know so badly.
When not on campus, she’d often wear her nose and tongue stud and Rachel didn’t even know she had a fetish for all of these until she met her.
Now, the first days of knowing Sadina were filled with curiosity, a curiosity that developed into a ridiculous crush, and could Rachel really be blamed? Whether she already suspected Rachel liked her or not, Sadina would walk around the house in nothing but a towel or bra and panties, feeling completely at ease in her presence, far too at ease!
Sadina's lax attitude towards modesty around the house made her uncomfortable, not in any way because she had any obligation to dress a certain way or God forbid, cover up, but because the guilt of not revealing how she felt towards other females and seemingly stringing Sadina along under false pretences, weighed heavy on her heart.
In comparison to Sadina’s outgoing, spriteful and bodacious nature, Rachel had always been more of a reserved personality, far from shy, but equally from the boisterous character Sadina was. Their ideas of a typical ideal night couldn’t be further apart from one another in the early days, Rachel swaying more towards a social night in with a bottle of beer playing a trivia card game, Sadina towards a drunken party session excursion that more than often included being the center of attention, showing off her dance moves; disclaimer, she couldn't dance for shit, her only shortcoming.
It wasn’t until that one fateful night when Sadina pressured Rachel to tag along, that everything in Rachel’s world began to take on new meaning, and perspective became the focal point of everything in her life.
The play was simple enough, Sadina wanted another female companion, since their mutual friend, Sadina's usual partner-in-crime, had returned home for the week to Daventry, a quaint little town off the grid that Rachel knew next to nothing about. It seemed reasonable enough a request and she didn't really have to explain why, the only issue was that nightclubs just weren't really Rachel's thing.
Time alone with the most beautiful person Rachel had ever encountered, it should have been a blessing in disguise, so what was the lump in her throat?
After some convincing and Sadina offering to give her a makeover before their big night so that she could, as Sadina had so modestly put it, get some dick action tonight, Rachel reluctantly agreed and the night started off like any other ordinary night out, some pre-drinking to warm up and boost her confidence.
She slipped into the only semi-decent dress she had at her disposal and there stood Sadina at her door shortly afterwards with a scowling expression etched upon her face and only half prepared, yet more than stunning enough to have unearthed some of Rachel’s insecurities; that aside, it was fair to say that Rachel’s choice of attire substantially offended her, because she wasted no time in berating it and comparing it to something her grandmother would wear. Just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was off again, returning with one of her dresses and a pair of her ridiculous stilettos, a skin-tight purple tube dress and very uncomfortable looking black stilettos, she might add.
Nothing could be further removed from Rachel's personality, that itty bitty skirt would barely cover her arse!
She called Sadina's bluff and instantly regretted that, because fifteen minutes later she had by some act of witchcraft, found herself wearing it, with Sadina hands, albeit very welcome, violating her personal space, spinning her around, fiddling with her hair, trying to make something of it, tugging at her dress to get it save her some degree of dignity, applying much heavier makeup to her face than she had ever dared to try herself.
Needless to say, by the time Sadina was finished with her, she barely recognized her reflection. This was so not her style, she felt exposed and she looked absurd. The only thing preventing her from taking it all off again was Sadina's insistence she give it a go for the night and see how she felt about it afterwards. There was something to be said about her ability to charm, she had the ability to wrap anyone around her little finger and Rachel was most definitely wrapped.
Sadina donned a fiery red attention grabbing tight dress and the stilettos to boot, she certainly wasn’t messing about. Her legs in those heels, there were simply no words.
Before they could leave to go anywhere, Sadina wanted to take selfies together, so Rachel obliged, to be entirely honest, that wasn’t in her nature either, but by that point, it seemed miniscule.
Unlike herself, Sadina was made for the camera, each snap capturing a single moment of her beauty like a prized portrait. She possessed the camera, dominated and ensnared it, commanding its attention wherever she might be and Rachel found enjoyment in being a part of that experience, both the privilege of being included in her photos and being granted the responsibility of taking them.
Rachel would have been quite content with just this being the rest of the night, Sadina's photographer, but alas, simple pleasures do not the luxury of time
