Charlotte Sometimes – chapter 15 – killing an arab

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Charlotte had never felt so alone since she’d arrived in Northern Ireland. It had been three days since the party and there had been no word from Emma. Charlotte had contemplated calling around but given how Emma had told her to fuck off, she wasn’t sure of the reception she might get.Deirdre was still in Spain for another week and Fergal was helping his Dad for a few days and said he was too knackered in the evenings to do anything but sleep.The only high note on the horizon was that she was going to Belfast to stay with Fiona. Fiona didn’t have a phone in her house in Belfast so Charlotte was forced to rely on Fiona phoning her. Last night, she’d finally called and everything was arranged. She was to get the bus to Belfast the next afternoon and she would hopefully be staying for a few days.Packing took forever. She wanted to look good, make a good first impression and not make an idiot of herself. She removed the fluffy pyjamas her mum had packed and stuffed in a few old tee-shirts instead. She wasn’t really sure what to expect but she hoped against hope that she would be spending her nights in Fiona’s bed and wouldn’t be needing any nightwear at all.—–Charlotte looked out the bus window and eagerly scanned the waiting crowd, searching for Fiona. She saw the spiked hair and, once alighted from the bus, she headed straight for her. Fiona stretched out her arms and swung her around in an excited hug before telling her she was going to take her on a cultural tour of some National Trust properties. Charlotte’s heart sank. She must be kidding. She followed Fiona out of the bus station and across the road. Fiona stopped and turned outside an ornate mosaic-tiled building.“First stop on our cultural tour is the Crown Bar.” She took Charlotte by the arm and guided her inside. “In England, the National Trust might own stately homes, but here in Belfast, it owns a bar.”Charlotte stared around the room. It was beautiful. The bar top was marble, there was a dark oak ceiling and the tiles, mirrors and brass work gleamed everywhere. Fiona opened the wooden door of an empty snug and the two of them slipped inside, with Fiona sliding the sign to Occupied. She took Charlotte’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Charlotte’s eyes closed as Fiona’s tongue explored her mouth. Her nostrils inhaled the scent of hairspray mixed with Fiona’s perfume. Finally, Fiona broke the kiss and giggled.“So, what do you want to drink?”As Fiona slipped out of the booth to order the drinks at the bar, Charlotte ran her fingers over the gouges and scratches on the wooden table. She couldn’t believe she was finally here. Away from Strabane, her parents, Emma, the band. All her troubles seemed a million miles away. A kick on the door signalled that Fiona was outside. Charlotte could just see her outline through the stained glass insert in the booth’s door as she went to open it. Once the drinks and packets of crips were safely deposited on the table, Fiona kissed her again.“The great thing about these booths is that you can’t really see what’s going on so if someone peers in – they’ll see us sitting close together but won’t see me doing this.”Charlotte gasped as she felt Fiona’s hand sliding up her Ataşehir Escort leg and under her skirt. She squirmed in excitement as Fiona kissed her while rubbing her hand over Charlotte’s tights and knickers.“I wish I hadn’t worn tights,” Charlotte thought before she had to stifle a yelp as Fiona’s fingers wormed their way inside her tights and stroked the damp cotton.“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Fiona whispered as she kissed her way along Charlotte’s jaw. Charlotte felt Fiona’s breath on her neck as she whispered in her ear exactly what she wanted to do to Charlotte.“Fuck,” Charlotte groaned as Fiona pushed a finger inside her. She squeezed her muscles, trying to grip Fiona’s finger as it curled and stroked her insides.And then, as quickly as it had started, Fiona withdrew her hand and sat back. She gazed at Charlotte, not breaking eye contact as she held her finger up in front of her face. Charlotte blushed bright red as she saw her juices glistening on Fiona’s middle finger.Fiona slowly brought her hand to her mouth and ran her tongue along her finger before sucking it into her mouth and sighing with pleasure whilst staring straight at Charlotte.“I just had to get a taste before we started drinking.” Fiona smiled and raised her glass. “Slainte!”Charlotte blushed again and hurriedly grabbed her cider and knocked back a mouthful. Fiona and Charlotte kissed in between cigarettes, crisps and mouthfuls of cider. Finally, Fiona decided it was time to head to her house to drop off Charlotte’s bag and get ready before going out to meet some of Fiona’s friends.They left the bar and walked through the streets of Belfast. Despite it being summer, the sky was grey and overcast and Charlotte hoped it wouldn’t rain before they got to Fiona’s. Soon they were walking through streets of red-brick terraced houses that wouldn’t have looked out of place back in Liverpool. Fiona told her that this was the Holy Land. The student area of south Belfast was so named because all the streets had been named after areas of the Middle East that had been part of the British Empire when the houses were built in Victorian times.The sky went progressively darker and, with an ominous rumble of thunder, the heavens opened and large fat raindrops began to fall from the sky. Fiona let out a shriek and grabbed Charlotte’s hand and they started to run. It was no good, however, and in minutes they were soaked. Fiona’s spikey hair was plastered to her scalp and Charlotte could feel her own clothes sticking to her.Fiona lived in number nineteen, Palestine Street and she swore several times as she fiddled with her key in the stubborn lock. Finally, it clicked open and after giving the warped door a shove to push it open, they hurried inside.In her bedroom, Fiona handed a towel to Charlotte and the two girls attempted to dry themselves off. Fiona dropped the towel and peeled off her tee-shirt. She sat on the chair and unlaced her 12-hole DM boots. Charlotte watched, transfixed, as Fiona wriggled her hips and her skirt landed around her ankles. Wearing just a black bra and panties, Fiona slowly walked towards Charlotte. “You need to get out of your wet things,” Fiona Ataşehir Escort Bayan whispered as she brushed Charlotte’s damp hair back from her face. Charlotte nodded in agreement and pulled her tee-shirt up. Fiona’s fingers gripped her waist and pulled her closer. She felt Fiona’s mouth kiss her left breast. Her tongue traced a line along the cup of the bra and up to her collar bone.Charlotte signed with excitement as Fiona’s fingers reached behind and unclasped her bra. Fiona’s mouth latched onto Charlotte’s nipple. Her lips tugged and sucked at the rapidly hardening nub as Charlotte ran her fingers through Fiona’s damp tresses. Fiona’s tongue swirled and Charlotte was sure her nipples were hotwired to her clit as every tug and nibble sent signals direct to her core. She thought her nipples were going to explode as Fiona moved her mouth from one to the other and back again. Fiona’s fingers and mouth twisted and tugged, mauling her breasts as Charlotte stood in the bedroom.Fiona placed her hand on Charlotte’s chest and gently pushed her. Charlotte took a step back and felt the edge of the bed against her calves. She sat down and watched transfixed as Fiona reached down and gripped the waistband of Charlotte’s skirt and tugged skirt and tights down in one go. Charlotte fell backwards and sprawled virtually naked on the bed, her tights dangling from one ankle. Fiona stood in front of her, licking her lips as she lowered her hand and ran her fingers slowly down Charlotte’s thigh towards her knee. Leaning forward slightly, she gave her a wonderful view of her cleavage, her firm breasts encased in their lacy bra. She put a hand on each knee and slowly spread Charlotte’s legs open.Charlotte lay there and watched, propped up on her elbows, mesmerised as Fiona dipped her head between her legs. She could feel Fiona’s damp hair brushing against her inner thighs as fingers trailed slowly over her hip bones. As Fiona hooked her fingers in the elastic of the waistband, Charlotte lifted her ass off the bed, allowing Fiona to easily slide them down her thighs and off. They sailed through the air as Fiona threw them behind her before pushing her face back between Charlotte’s legs. Charlotte arched her back and moaned loudly as Fiona ran her tongue longingly up her slit, lapping at the juices now flooding out before curling round her clit and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Charlotte felt fingers move through her pubic hair, spreading her lips and smearing her juices over her clit and lips as Fiona spread her open like a flower.“Oh god oh god oh god,” she whimpered as Fiona slid two curled fingers deep inside her. She could hear as well as feel them squelch inside. As Fiona sucked and tongued her clit, she moved her fingers in and out, slowly building up a rhythm. Charlotte moved her hands up to her own breasts and massaged them, feeling the rock-hard nipples as she mashed them together, mimicking the assault happening between her legs.Charlotte could feel the onrushing orgasm approaching, there was no point in even trying to hold back. With a low wail, she came, writhing on the bed like a banshee as her hips bucked and jerked under Escort Ataşehir the influence of Fiona’s tongue and fingers.Charlotte couldn’t even speak at this point. Wordless cries, whimpers, moans, squeaks and pleadings spewed out of her mouth as Fiona slowly slowly slowly eased off, bringing her down and letting her collapse onto the bed.As she lay there with her eyes closed, shuddering with aftershocks, Fiona began to kiss her way up Charlotte’s body. She looked down at Charlotte lying beneath her. Charlotte could see her juices glistening on Fiona’s lips and chin before they kissed again, their bodies pressed tightly together as Charlotte tasted herself on Fiona’s lips. As they kissed, Charlotte moved her hands down Fiona’s back and unclasped the bra, helping her to slide first one arm and then the other out of the straps without ever breaking the kiss. The bra was dropped off the side of the bed and Charlotte ran her hand back along Fiona’s spine.“You taste divine,” she whispered in Charlotte’s ear as she began kissing her way along her jawline and neck.Charlotte lay there, wallowing in the sensations. Fiona knew exactly which buttons to press and Charlotte could feel her start to press them again as she bent her head and kissed her way down her neck, over her collarbone and down over her boobs, tongue swirling around the nipple that was so hard it seemed to tremble.Charlotte felt her softly blowing her warm breath over the nipple, teasing it, not touching, but when her soft warm mouth covered the nipple, Charlotte’s body reacted with another back arch, and a whimper escaped her mouth.Fiona kissed, sucked, teased and nibbled Charlotte’s tits for what seemed like forever and Charlotte thought she would never tire of the sensations Fiona produced. At last, Fiona broke contact and rolled off her and lay in the middle of the bed.  Charlotte got her first look at Fiona’s breasts, realising with a jolt that this was the first time she had seen Fiona naked. They were beautiful – small, firm and as pale as the rest of her with small bright pink nipples which looked as hard as Charlotte’s own. Running her eyes over Fiona, Charlotte could see a damp patch visible on her panties.“Are you going to just sit there and watch or are you going to help me undress?” Fiona giggled, eyes smiling as she bit her bottom lip.Charlotte rolled onto all fours and slowly began crawling across the bed towards her. Her head dipped as she ran her lips slowly up Fiona’s leg from ankle to knee, bending her head so she could maintain eye contact with her as her mouth slowly headed towards where she knew Fiona wanted her to go.Charlotte let her hair brush against her inner thighs as Fiona spread her legs wider. The scent of her was heavy in the air. The aroma filled Charlotte’s nostrils as she ran her mouth over Fiona’s panties. Her tongue flickered at the material, then up, over her knicker line and up to her belly button. Charlotte pressed her stomach against Fiona’s mound, her mouth moving to greedily suckle first one nipple, then the other.“Mmmmm, yes, that’s it,” Fiona encouraged as Charlotte sucked harder, letting her teeth graze the nipple. Fiona’s hand was snaking its way through Charlotte’s hair, massaging the scalp as she buried her face in her breasts. Fiona pressed down on Charlotte’s head, signalling she wanted her to head back down again and so, semi-reluctantly, Charlotte kissed her way down. Hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties, she slowly peeled them over Fiona’s hips. 

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