Sunday, April 25, 2010

just a whim

Was Charlotte ever gonna hear from Laura? Really? Ever since she said she swung both ways, well, Charlotte was beginning to think it might be from chandlers, after all.

"Don't know why you bother?" India, her housemate rolled her eyes at the thought that Charlotte admitted she was smitten with her.

"Why do yo bother at anything at all?" As it was a lass could beat herself off so much, and then she needed someone. Especially, the sexy Laura. That would be just brilliant.

"You'll botch it. You always do." India was being her rightous self. Naturally, she'd never done anything wrong in her life.

"I don't want to talk about it with you." As it was, it was bed time. Maybe Charlotte would get on her phone and text dirty with Lydia. It would be a laugh, if nothing else. So she went to her room and got out her mobile to do just that.

"What are you doing?" India came to her doorway.

"What does it look like?" Did she want a catfight. "Just shut it, will you? Its none of your business."

India sat on Charlotte's bed.

"This just isn't natural." Charlotte scowled, putting her feet under her as she studied for any messages from Laura.

"I just don't want to see you in a pickle." India confided.

"I don't like pickles. Idiot." Charlotte tensed.

"Fine." India hugged herself. "I'm board."

"Really?" This was news to Charlotte. "How so?"

"Drunk blokes just don't cut it for me." India sighed.

"And what could I do, to help?" Charlotte pursed her lips. India came closer and took Charlotte's phone.

"What if we just touched?" India sort of smiled, but she was serious.

"Touch?" Well, Charlotte hadn't expected that. "You must be hard up."

"Maybe I am. Maybe I want to know what I've been missing." India looked at Charlotte who thought she just might come undone. Right now.

"You want to? With me?" Still Charlotte found this all a little unbelievable. They were flatmates.

"Come on." India shook her hair back.

"Have you lost the plot, completely?" Charlotte wanted to know.

"Not yet." India pursed her lips. They kissed then. With tongue. It was like a forbidden icing of some kind. Charlotte found herself under India who's loose robe came undone. And there she was. Lovely, and so ripe.

Charlotte touched her tits. Of course, she was dreaming of Laura's in that corsette of hers, but this was splendid too. Before she knew it, she was kissing India's tits and she knew India was enjoying it very much. She had India in her bed, and it was so dreamy as she nursed at the tips and hungrily took in her belly as well. Naturally, India opened herself up. Charlotte blinked. She was so beautiful.

"When did you have this done?" Not a pubic in sight. Like an open apple ready to be bitten. Charlotte sighed.

India wouldn't say, but looked at Charlotte as if she'd shown her Charlotte would have to show her something.

Charlotte laid against India's flat belly as her fingers went to investigate her clit first. She closed her eyes. She guessed the best things were already at home. After all.

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