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Charlie
Charlie rubbed her eyes and blinked her dorm room into view. Faith was still snoring in the twin bed next to hers. Their room was full of half packed boxes with clothes piled on top, all awash with light from the open window. It took her brain a moment to calibrate. It was Sunday, their first final was tomorrow, and they had been out partying last night. Charlie decided to get a shower and then get started studying.
After a few hours filling out note sheets and running through example problems there was a stir in the bed on the other side of the room “mmmmph” a groan came from the pile of blankets. Then there was movement, it was shockingly fast for her state she was in, she went straight for the bathroom. Charlie figured this was coming, she grabbed some water and the pills they kept on their minifridge. Then followed Faith into the bathroom. She was hunched over the toilet bowl, near tears. Charlie set the water and pill bottle within sight then piled Faith’s hair behind her head and tied it. Once Faith had a moment she said “You’re amazing, we are so much better as friends.”
“For sure.” Charlie replied remembering how their relationship turned out and cringing. “It was either that or be the only lesbians in our class and hate each other."
Faith, starting to look a little more human, replied “I’m not a lesbian. I’m bi.”
“Sure, because you would totally date a man.” Charlie chuckled.
“I mean, they are conceptually hot. Not sure if I could actually deal with them though. Especially not the ones in our class.” Faith slowly moved from groggy headache to indignation.
“Ok but straight engineers are a special kind of horrible.” Charlie said.
Faith, now fully off the toilet bowl, responded, “See, maybe in the real world I will find the right one.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Charlie said, standing up and offering Faith a hand
“I'm sure you will.” Faith responded, taking her hand and letting Charlie lead her back to bed.
Once Faith was down again Charlie went back to studying. Working until she truly could not bear the hunger. She wandered down to the cafeteria, grabbing some eggs and questionable sausages and sitting down in the massive, basically empty cafeteria. The moment her mouth was full with her first bite her phone buzzed.
Faith: Where did you go? I need to get a note sheet made, and I am STARVINGGGGG
Charlie had to stifle a laugh to keep the eggs in her mouth. Not that she really wanted them to be in there, but it was better than nothing.
Charlie: At breakfast, my note sheet should be next to my laptop if you want to copy it. Feel free to join for breakfast.
Faith: That sounds like a lot of work far too early in the morning.
Faith: Besides, my meal plan is empty.
Smiling at her phone she began to type a response.
Faith: I will just eat those granola bars and start copying your notes.
Charlie immediately cut the message she was typing and responded.
Charlie: You will not
Charlie: Those have been there since we moved in together 3 YEARS AGO
Faith: Don’t sealed granola bars last forever?
Then Charlie hit paste to send the last response.
Charlie: I have some extra in my account. I will bring you something
Charlie: Besides I have that job lined up next week. Then I will be rolling in it.
Part of Charlie was starting to suspect Faith intentionally ran out so she could steal from Charlie.
Faith: Brag all you want, at least I get laid
Charlie: HEY
Faith: Can I have one of those burritos you always have if there are still some of those.
Charlie: Got it, cold unflavored oatmeal.
Faith: Yep, perfect, thank you.
Charlie finished shoveling food into her mouth and got up to pick up Faith’s Burrito. They didn’t have any left so Charlie grabbed a sandwich she remembered Faith liking. Then headed back up to the dorm. Once inside Charlie said “Oatmeal as requested” before tossing the tightly wrapped sandwich onto Faith’s bed. Faith helplessly tries to catch it before realizing it was a sandwich not flying oatmeal. “I’m gonna keep studying, join me when you are done. We need to go over practice questions. Usual spot.”
“Thanks mom,” Faith responded. Charlie knew she's the only reason Faith hadn't failed classes yet, but even so Faith never wants to listen. Charlie grabbed her notes and laptop and headed to a common area. Deciding the cramped dorm probably wasn’t an amazing study area.
A few days later the dorm was looking much more packed. Faith and Charlie are almost ready to move into the apartment they had lined up in Queens. Faith was hunched over her laptop doing her level best to study for a chemistry 3 final. Charlie was sitting in her bed watching her phone and trying to figure out what to do with herself. Her Finals were done, she just needed to walk across the stage and it would be done. Even her job and apartment were lined up.
Faith could not get herself to focus. “You need to get out.” Faith exclaimed.
Charlie looked at her a little hurt.
“I can't study with you sitting there all bored. Go, shooo, go get drunk and sleep with a total stranger. God knows you need it,” Faith continued
“What is that supposed to mean?” Charlie tried to defend herself.
“It's clear you haven't gotten laid since finals last term.” Faith paused “At least.”
“I haaavveeeee” Charlie responded.
Faith looked at her doubtfully.
Charlie does her best to defend herself, “Ok some of us don't need to be constantly sleeping with everyone.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” Faith said in mocking horror.
“If the shoe fits.” Charlie said, then immediately conceded “But fine, you clearly aren't getting anything done with me here. I will go out.”
Charlie quickly threw on some jeans and a tight top. “Good enough?”
Faith looked her over “For a lesbian, sure.”
Charlie decided not to ask about that one instead choosing to leave Faith to her studies. As she left she said “I better not see you out here. Get some studying done.”
“Have fuuunnn” Faith responded in a singsong voice.
The moment she was out of the dorm Charlie felt lost. She knew where the college bars were, the places she and Faith frequented. But she felt like it was time to leave college life behind now. She never really liked those bars anyways. So instead of walking south toward those bars she walked west, she knew the city well enough to not get too lost, but she had no clue where she was going. The energy shifted from college and young kids, chain stores, and college buildings to adults, brownstones, and boutiques, all on tight New York streets. Charlie kept walking until she ended up on a street with a few more stores. After some aimless wandering she spotted a cozy looking bar with a lesbian flag in the window that looked like her kind of place.
Charlie pushed the door open and was immediately hit with a wall of energy that was totally new to her. It was not packed to the brim with barely legal kids like she was used to. It was all adults, she might be the youngest one in the room. There are women everywhere, most of them crazy hot chatting, playing pool, sitting far too close to each other in booths and a few were kissing so much they probably should be in the bathroom not out here. There was a sprinkling of likely gay men, but it was mostly women. Charlie felt so out of place, she was used to college bars. She almost turned and reached for the door. But she decided that would be just as weird as sitting down for a drink, and what was she going to do? Go back to the dorm and distract Faith. No, she was here now, she would get a drink, and the drink would make it easier. She looked for a place to sit. There was only one bar stool available, Charlie started to move for it. Then she noticed the woman sitting next to it. Even in this bar full of women who felt so put together, adult, and attractive, she stood out. It wasn't anything that she was wearing, it was her posture. She looked like she had spent her whole life training it. Most of the women in the room’s posture said cool confidence, not hers. It was one of trained elegance. She sat like it was her space and she knew it was hers. But she didn't relax into it. She stayed perfectly upright, only changing it when context demanded, to make a point, to gesture. She knew her body perfectly and Charlie could tell.
Charlie realized she was staring and did her best to break her eyes off this woman. Instead focusing on the barstool she was walking towards. Doing her best to not even look at this woman. She got closer and closer until she could sit. She took a breath and slid into the seat. The bar was cramped and the stools were close together, so even with Charlie's nervous rigid posture and the other woman’s composure their arms were touching. Charlie could have sworn her arm was on fire. Doing her best to not look at her Charlie waved over the bartender and ordered a vodka cranberry. Her usual, something cheap enough she could afford, but it felt wrong here. She made a mental note to figure out a better drink order. Then she heard a beautiful voice coming from the stool next to her “Tough night?” it asked. Charlie couldn’t help but look, and there she was. The other woman was looking right at her.
Charlie floundered for a moment trying to figure out how to respond. She took a sip of her drink and chose to channel whatever weird confidence Faith had been using to get her through this degree. The other woman was looking right at her, she asked, she wanted to know, she's interested, lean in. “You could say that, but now that I’m here it's looking a lot better.” She said, meeting the other woman’s gaze and holding it.
The other woman quickly glanced away before returning her gaze. “And what are you seeing?”
Charlie felt the heat rising to her face. But she decided to talk first, think later, let the words sort themselves out. “I’m seeing a beautiful woman drinking alone in a bar.”
The other woman looked almost amused and a little excited. “Is this just what you do? Go around lesbian bars and hit on older women.”
This utterly confused Charlie. It felt mean, but she said it with a smile and her tone said flirty. She decided fuck it, what had she got to lose? Her dignity? That was gone when she entered the bar, and Faith told her to go for it. “Not typically no, but sometimes you see someone and you know that you need to talk to them.”
She let out a small chuckle. “I guess I should be honored. Mia.” She said, indicating to herself. Then asked “And you are?”
Charlie nodded and said “Charlie.” Her throat suddenly feeling dry she took a sip of her drink, then looked for something to say to keep the conversation going. “So… Mia. You come here often… or… well… you seem out of place… how does a woman like you end up in a place like this?” she managed to stammer out.
Mia couldn't help but laugh a little “I was going to ask the same thing of you. I just couldn't find the words without sounding cliche. I guess you figured that one out.” she paused for a moment before continuing. “I am in town for my daughter's graduation. I figured staying nearby would make it easier, my place is a bit of a mess, and a hotel room alone is deathly boring. You?”
Charlie decided to not say she's a student directly. “My roommate is focused on some work stuff and had to kick me out. I kinda just walked until I found a place I liked.”
Mia glanced at Charlie's drink “I would offer a toast to being out of place. But you can't toast with a drink like that. Let me order you a real drink.”
Charlie just nodded. Allowing Mia to choose.
Mia signaled the bartender with a cool self assured wave Charlie couldn't help but stare at her hands as she signaled him. They moved exactly like her posture. Self assured, confident, and totally willing to take up space as needed. Her hands were clean, completely unadorned aside from a thin gold watch. Her nails were unpainted and well maintained. “whiskey sour for the lady next to me.” She said.
Charlie was still trying to recover from her stammering to Mia, even if it did seem to go well. She finally managed to say “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage?” She said, suddenly feeling her first drink “Not that I mind.”
“If you don't mind,” Mia’s voice dropped low, “Maybe I am.”
At that moment the bartender slid Charlie a drink. She sipped it like she had been lost in a desert for years. Trying to get her brain to work again. She sputtered with the amount of hard liquor she just consumed then said. “Fuck, that's really good.”
“Usually it's better if you sip it.” Mia responded
“What can I say?” Charlie managed to get out “When I like something I don't move slow.” doing her best to pull any and all composure back to her.
“I’m not sure I believe you.” she said, then her voice shifted back into that incredible low octave. “You’ll have to show me.”
Charlie decided to go for it. If she could get through the words, she was amazing at the sex. The words had always been the hard part for her. “Show you? Name your time and place.”
Mia didn't respond to that. She instead put some cash on the bar, got up, looked at Charlie, and tilted her head toward the door, telling Charlie to follow. Once outside she offered Charlie her hand. “My place is only a block away, you coming?”
Charlie knew the answer to that one. “Lead the way,” she said.
The walk was short and in almost no time at all Charlie was standing in the doorway of a hotel room west of the bar. The door clicked shut behind her. Mia didn't bother to turn on the light. Shrugging off her blazer that was probably more expensive than most of Charlie's textbooks. Revealing her arms and shoulders, only covered by a thin silk blouse. “Well Charlie,” she said, slowly walking up to Charlie. “What now?” She slid her arms onto Charlie’s shoulders, bringing face so close to Charlie's that she could feel their breath mixing. Charlie lost her restraint. She spun Mia around and pinned her against the door of the hotel room. Charlie’s body holding Mia’s in place. Charlie was desperate for more, to be closer. She kissed Mia over and over, her hands tangling into Mia’s long black hair. And for the first time all night, the composed elegant woman, leaned back, and moaned not a soft controlled moan, a deep, hungry, uncontrolled moan.
Mia
It was her moan, it took Mia by surprise. It was not a relaxed moan, it was an animalistic and hungry moan. Had she been with anyone else she would have been embarrassed at the lack of control. But this woman, she almost made Mia want to lose control. She was pressed against Mia, kissing her like she could never get enough of Mia. Like Mia was the only person in the world. Mia’s whole world narrowed to the pressure of Charlie’s body on hers. The feel of Charlie’s lips on hers, the tangle of Charlie’s hands in her hair, it was almost embarrassing, but her body betrayed her mind.
She let out a long, deep guttural moan. One of Charlie’s hands slid from her hair and down her back. The friction was delicious, Mia was doing all she could to stop herself from crying out. Charlie traced a long path along her body, Mia’s mind was racing. It traced along her spine, over her ribs, Mia enjoying every moment of friction, then a thumb traced under the curve of her breast. Pleasure went racing through Mia’s nerves, her whole body was electric. She couldn't help but tremble.
Mia wasn’t in control, she was anything but control. She was Charlie’s.
She felt a fumbling at her chest then a click, silk and lace fell away the cool air of the hotel hit her, she let out a gasp. Then Charlie’s hands were there, not teasing or doubting. But firm and sure. Her hand closed over Mia’s bare breast, then her thumb brushed Mia’s nipple. Mia shuddered, her knees buckled. There was no such thing as control anymore. Mia’s body was leading, and her mind was turned off. Without Mia telling them to, her hips bucked towards Charlie, searching for something, warmth, contact, pressure. Charlie was ready for it, her thigh slid up to meet Mia. Mia cried out, then choked it back, finding the pressure she was seeking she ground down into Charlie's thigh.
Charlie broke the kiss, Mia wanted it to come back, she wanted more. "Don't force yourself to be quiet. I want everyone to hear." Then her head moved down instead of back to kiss Mia. Finding her nipple Charlie kissed, and sucked, and licked, letting her teeth brush only for a moment. Mia couldn't control it anymore. She screamed.
Charlie broke her mouth off Mia’s chest. Mia needed more, she wanted Charlie to come back. She let out a small hmph. Then Charlie’s eyes met Mia’s. They weren’t apologetic, they were promising. Mia could have gotten lost in that look, but Charlie was moving. And Mia had to do her best to not fall, not sure where Charlie was leading them. Then Mia hit something and collapsed. It was the soft linen sheets of the bed, they hit her exposed back, and she was about ready to melt into them. Charlie was still moving, doing something below Mia’s waist. Then her pants were gone, only the feeling of the linen sheets and cold hotel air on her thighs,
Then the cold was gone. Charlie’s rough denim-clad thigh was sliding against hers. Mia had a fleeting thought ‘Why hadn't Charlie’s pants come off?’ but she didn’t care. Instead of her thigh sliding all the way up Charlie's hand began to slide down. Mia’s whole being was focused on that hand. She knew where it was going and she was ready for it to be there. But then it stopped. A warm weight on Mia’s hip. Then there was motion, Charlie was leaning down, her mouth on Mia’s. This wasn’t a fast, desperate, seeking kiss. It was a slow, deliberate, intentional kiss. It was a perfect kiss, but Mia couldn't focus on it. Not when Charlie’s hand was right there, not when Mia’s whole body ached for Charlie. Mia couldn't help but arch her hips up into Charlie’s thigh, looking for something, anything.
Charlie broke the kiss long enough to say “It looks like someone else is impatient.”
Mia just moaned. Incapable of complex thought, needing Charlie. Then Charlie gave it to her. Her hand slid the extra inch. A jolt coursed through Mia’s body, electric, almost painful her breath had been torn out of her. There was no more teasing, no more questioning. Charlie’s fingers moved over Mia’s center like they knew exactly what Mia wanted. Her back arched, pleading with Charlie for more. Charlie’s hands slid into Mia’s wetness with a surety that ripped all thought from Mia’s brain, she was not a person anymore. She was a vessel of pleasure.
There was no sipping, this was the parched gulps Charlie had promised.
Charlie’s fingers brushed over a single, hidden point. Mia made a sound she had never made before, a high, sharp, wounded cry.
“Just like that.” Charlie growled. “Let me hear you.”
Mia couldn’t have been quiet if she wanted to. Her whole body moved of its own accord, listening to Charlie’s touch. Every moment her mother had told her to sit up straight, to be more ladylike. All those lessons she had spent so long being taught, they were gone. There was no control, she was not a lady, she was an animal in heat, seeking Charlie. Her hips bucked and rocked and moved all according to Charlie’s touch.
“Please, Charlie.” She pleaded “Please, don’t stop…”
Mia’s hands clenched, one gripped the sheets like she was going to fly away, the other was tangled in Charlie’s hair, searching for purchase, something to anchor her.
Charlie didn't stop, she kept moving, not slowing down. Charlie was relentless, the pressure rising into a maddening rhythm. Mia’s world was gone, there was no hotel, no bar, no daughter, nothing. She couldn’t even remember what city she was in. The only thing that mattered was Charlie’s hand, and the rising heat that had started between Mia’s legs and was now enveloping her whole body. The heat was everywhere and kept building, Mia began to fear she was about to break.
Then Charlie kissed Mia’s neck and that was it, she was gone. Her whole body tensed, her back arching up, her arms spread tensed uselessly. Her climax was not small, ladylike, or polite. It ripped through her whole body, when her scream finally came it was not managed, it was raw, animalistic, and entirely, terrifyingly hers.
When the wave finally passed there was nothing left. Mia was a liquid unable to move, all she could do was lay in a pile and breathe. She was a mess, all of the trained elegance was gone, taken from her by this woman.
There was movement next to her, then a soft kiss landed on her hip. “See, impatient,” Charlie said.
Mia wanted to respond, but there weren't words in her. All she could do was laugh.
The next morning Mia felt a pressure at her side. She blinked her eyes open, then last night came back to her. Charlie was there, still next to her. She was young, young enough to be in college. Her daughter was in college. Then she remembered last night, how into her this woman clearly was, how she made her feel. Mia could wait a little longer to think about it, there was a gorgeous woman next to her, who made her feel amazing.
Then her phone buzzed. Not Mia’s phone, Charlie’s. The other woman was awake and looking at it instantly. Mia couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly Charlie moved for her phone. Like nothing she was sitting up and looking at it. The thin sheets fell down to her waist, exposing her beautiful young, perky breasts. Mia couldn’t help but stare. “Shit,” Charlie said, jumping out of bed. “I wasn't planning on staying the night somewhere, shit, I need to go,” she said, basically jumping out of bed. Mia was still mesmerized by how easily she moved, how smooth her skin was.
The moment Charlie put her shirt on the spell was broken. Mia looked up at her. “Very well, I never got the chance to return the favor.”
Charlie looked down at her, “Oh trust me, doing that to you was all I needed,” she said with a sly smile.
“At least give me your number.” Mia pleaded, almost childish. Was she seriously doing this?
“Deal,” She said, taking Mia’s phone and typing something into it. Once she was done, she tossed the phone back onto the bed and said “Ok, I really do need to go.” And just like that Charlie was gone.
Mia looked at her phone. There was a new contact in her phone Impatient.