Chapter 2
Santana stood staring at the stain on her sheets. Her brand new only slept on one night very expensive Egyptian cotton sheets. She was never going to watch one of those ghost hunters shows while relaxing in bed ever again. Well at least not while drinking a glass of red wine. Damn ghost hunter screaming like a little girl just because he thought he felt an invisible spirit brush against his arm. His scream made Santana jump and hence the red wine on her new sheets.
She ended up changing her sheets and having sleep on what were just regular quality sheets to her but to anyone else would feel just as heavenly as her expensive sheets. Santana has one major fetish about sleeping on the softest sheets known to man or known to woman would probably be a better choice. Although having the softest bath towels comes in a close second.
The sheets were a gift from her parents for moving into her first apartment. If this would've happened when she was still in college she would've just told her mother she needed a new set of sheets and thrown the others away but now that she's on her own she can't go running to mommy anymore and she can't afford to buy such expensive sheets on her salary. She loves the way the soft Egyptian cotton feels against her naked skin. Don't look so surprised Santana sometimes likes to sleep in her birthday suit.
Santana continued to stare at the stain as she stood in front of a washer in the laundry room of her apartment building. If her sheets were white she could bleach them but of course they are beige. Santana would've preferred black sheets but her mother wouldn't by black ones because she thought they were depressing. Santana thinks black sheets are sexy.
Santana let out a huge sigh just as she heard someone else walk into the laundry room. "You wouldn't by chance know how to get a red wine stain of expensive Egyptian cotton sheets would you?"
"No but Lord Tubbington once spilled his expensive Scotch on my yellow sheets."
Hearing the name Lord Tubbington and that voice made Santana look quickly at the person who just came into the laundry room. Santana suddenly found herself looking into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. How could someone's eyes be that blue? They must be colored contacts. Santana's felt her face getting hot and she had temporarily lost the ability to speak. Standing right in front of her was the woman from the next door apartment.
All she could see in her mind was the image of Brittany slowly sliding down into the tub. Santana found herself staring at Brittany's breasts that were covered by a very tight white v neck t-shirt and then her eyes quickly looked down between Brittany's legs where she knew under those jeans was a clean shaven mound. Santana thoughts turned to how she had watched Brittany take a bath and how she wondered what it would feel like to kiss that clean shaven mound.
"Are you ok? You look a little flushed." Brittany voice was filled with concern.
"Um…I-I'm o-k-kay." Santana managed to stutter out.
"I'm Brittany and I know you are my new neighbor because I saw you moving in over the weekend. Welcome to the building." Brittany now had a sweet smile on her face.
"Yeah…I g-gotta g-o." Santana grabbed her sheets and laundry detergent before hurrying out of the laundry room leaving a confused Brittany standing there watching her leave.
Santana practically ran back to her apartment. Once inside she flopped down on the couch dropping her sheets and laundry detergent onto the floor. Her heart was racing. She had just come face to face with the woman she had been spying on the night before. She felt guilty, ashamed, and unusually turned on all at the same time.
This woman, named Brittany, was gorgeous. Santana still had no idea who this Lord Tubbington was but he must have been in Brittany's bed if he spilled scotch on her sheets. Then there was this woman Brittany called Sugar. Santana was getting the feeling that Brittany was bisexual. Maybe Brittany, Sugar, and Lord Tubbington had threesomes. Santana had no idea why whenever she thought about Brittany her mind immediately started thinking about sex. Sure Santana enjoyed sex but she didn't have a sex addiction or anything like that.
Santana jumped from her place on the couch when there was knock on her apartment door. She didn't dare answer it because she had no idea who it could be. Her first thought was it could be the police. They were probably there to arrest her for being a stalker or for voyeurism. Maybe Brittany knew about the hole and she was here to confront her about it.
Whoever it was only knocked a few times. Santana got up from the couch and walked over to the door to look out the peep hole. She couldn't see anyone standing in front of her door. She quietly unlocked the door and opened it just a crack to look out but she didn't see anyone in the hallway at all. Then something sitting on the floor in front of her door caught her eye. It was a small spray bottle with a piece of post-it note attached to it. Santana opened the door just wide enough to grab the spray bottle and then quickly shut the door.
Santana sat down at her small kitchen table to read the post-it note.
This is something I mixed together myself. It got the scotch out of my sheets. Spray it on the stain til it's soaked. Wait about an hour and rinse with warm water. Then wash as usual in the washer. Hope it takes the stain out.
PS Your sheets are pretty and look so soft. Bet they would feel awesome to sleep on naked.
Reading the last sentence Santana immediately pictured Brittany lying naked on her extremely soft Egyptian cotton sheets. She could hear her breathing become more rapid as did her hear beat. Santana quickly got up from the kitchen table almost in a panic. Why was she so obsessed with Brittany's body? Better yet why was she obsessed with Brittany?
Santana decided to take a shower to maybe calm herself down but when she walked into the bathroom she remember the bathroom tile. It was the reason she was obsessing over Brittany to begin with. The morning had passed by and she hadn't let the apartment building maintenance man know about the tile yet. Santana began to believe she was subconsciously not letting herself report the loose tile. Was it possible she didn't want it fixed?
Santana walked out of the bathroom and decided to concentrate on getting the stain out of her sheets. She got her sheets and the spray bottle Brittany had left at her door. She followed Brittany's instructions and sprayed the contents of the bottle all over the stain until it was totally soak with the liquid. Santana set the alarm on her cell phone for an hour later.
Santana stared at her shower. Could she take shower without being tempted to look through the hole into Brittany's apartment? Besides what was the likelihood that Brittany would be her bathroom at the same time anyway. Brittany wouldn't be taking a shower because she was probably still doing her laundry but then again she did come back to her apartment from the laundry room to leave the spray bottle for Santana.
Santana rolled her eyes at herself, of course she could take a shower without peering into the hole. She was 22 years old not 5 years old. She could control herself. Santana wondered how old Brittany was. She got the feeling Brittany was probably a few years older than her, maybe 25 years old.
Santana started the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature so it was hot but not too hot. She stripped off her clothes and the steam started to build in the bathroom. When she opened the shower curtain she could see that the cardboard she placed over the hole where the missing tile went wasn't going to stay in place since the tape was already coming undone from the steam. Then she got an idea.
Santana walked to the kitchen nude and went through the garbage until she found what she was looking for. She walked back to the bathroom and got into the tub removing the cardboard and tape. Santana found herself tempted to look into the bathroom next door but stayed strong and didn't look. She then took the wine bottle cork she got from the garbage and pushed it gently into the hole. She was afraid if she pushed too hard she could make the hole bigger or worse yet end up pushing the cork all the way through the wall so it landed in Brittany's bathroom. Santana was relieved when the cork seemed to be the perfect fit for the hole.
Not long after she had gotten out of the shower the alarm on her phone went off letting her know an hour was up and it was time for to rinse the stuff Brittany had given her from the stain on her sheets. As Santana ran the warm water over the area of the stain she was amazed to find out that the stain was disappearing like magic. A huge smile appeared on her face knowing her favorite sheets were saved. She was so excited she took her sheets to the laundry room to wash them so she could put them back on her bed.
Santana was holding her sheet up in the air over the washing machine admiring the area where the stain used to be when she heard that voice again.
"Awesome, I see the stain is all gone."
Santana turned slowly to see Brittany standing there. "Um…yeah…th-thanks f-for the spray b-bottle of stuff. It r-really worked." Santana felt like a fool stuttering.
"You're welcome. I'm just glad it worked on red wine." Brittany stared at Santana for a moment and Santana could feel those blue eyes looking at her so she quickly put her sheets in the washer. Brittany finally stopped staring and walked over to one of the dryers to get her clothes. Santana put in the detergent and started the washer.
Santana stood there for a few minutes like she was paralyzed. If she left before Brittany did she would have to say goodbye because it was the nice thing to do but she didn't want to sound like an idiot by stuttering again. Santana decided to bite the bullet and leave the laundry room.
"Oh, hey I was wondering if you would like to join Sugar, Lord Tubbington, and me for dinner tomorrow night. It would like a welcome to the apartment building dinner. By the way what is your name?" Brittany asked just was Santana walked away from the washer.
"Ah…um..s-sure d-dinner would be n-nice. I'm S-Santana." Santana stuttered out.
Brittany walked towards Santana until she was close enough to rub her upper arm. She gave Santana a small smile. "I want you to know that I think you are very brave Santana. I can only imagine how cruel some people can be about your stuttering. I want you to know that Sugar, Lord Tubbington, and I will accept you for who are and not make fun of your stuttering. So how about you come by around 7 tomorrow night then?"
Santana stood there in shock. Instead of saying anything she just nodded her head and gave Brittany a quick smile before leaving the laundry room.
When she got back to her apartment Santana fell back onto her bed. She grabbed her pillow and let out a groan of frustration. 'Great Brittany thinks I stutter. I have never stuttered like that before. It's because I feel guilty for leering at her through the hole and also she super sexy too. Why in hell did I accept her dinner invitation? What if Brittany is into kinky group sex and she wants to be to join in with her, Sugar, and the Lord?"
