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It’s loud.
Very loud.
Almost too loud for Lisa’s liking.
But she’s ’only young once’ or so she’s constantly told.
‘Don’t be boring Lise’
‘You can’t stay in every weekend’
Why can’t she?
But fine yes on the odd occasion she does give into the peer pressure and to be fair she does love a drink and spending time with her friends. The alcohol and company are not the issue, it’s the places her friends choose to go that’s the problem.
Clubs.
Loud, annoying, sweaty, jam packed clubs.
Yes okay they’re all in their early 20s or younger, she gets it but why she has to be dragged along to such events she does not get at all.
“Oi misery guts, get that down ya”
Lisa jolts as she receives a severe blow to her ribs from a familiar elbow.
“I’m not drinking that”
“You flamin’ well are”
“Carla, I hate sambuca”
“Yeah well since when do we drink cos we like the taste”
Carla winks and swiftly downs the offending alcohol choice like it were a cup of tea.
“Come on, your turn”
Lisa rolls her eyes.
Knows there’s no point in arguing with her, they’ve been best friends for years and she learnt that lesson a long time ago.
“Fine”
“Good girl”
“Don’t start”
Carla laughs cheekily.
Lisa downs the shot, her face contorting as she does so.
Vile.
Vile.
Vile.
She chokes on the strong aniseed flavour as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You’re so dramatic”
Lisa grimaces.
“I am not Carla, that tastes like fucking arse”
Carla releases a loud laugh.
“Oh and you’d know what arse tastes like would you ay?”
“Oh shut up”
Lisa nudges into her with her shoulder.
She’s so bloody annoying.
But in the best way.
They’re both stood in the corner of the club looking out at the sea of people dancing and chatting, some falling over, some snogging, some too drunk to form words.
“God they’re proper going for it aren’t they”
Carla nods towards a young man and woman currently kissing leaned up against the DJ booth.
“He’s going for gold” Lisa snorts.
“Lucky her”
“Lucky him”
Carla turns her head slightly towards Lisa, narrows her eyes and whispers conspiratorially…
“Lesbian”
Lisa thumps her across the arm.
“Shut up”
Carla cackles loudly.
Loves winding Lisa up.
Favourite hobby.
“So come on then, who’s your type?”
“What?”
“Well the rooms full of women so who’s your type?”
Lisa shrugs.
“Dunno”
Carla tuts.
“Well based on your previous endeavours it’s going to be a brunette”
True.
Lisa does have a penchant for a darker haired lady but she has branched out on the odd occasion.
“Not always, what about Lucy”
“Who?”
“Lucy, she had ginger hair, remember?”
“Oh god her, what a weirdo”
“She wasn’t that bad”
“She was”
“She wasn’t”
“She was Lisa, she never shaved her arm pits”
“So? I didn’t care, not everyone is high maintenance like you”
“Shaving your arm pits is not high maintenance Lisa, it’s just basic hygiene”
Lisa shakes her head.
“You never like any of the women I’m with”
“That’s not true”
“It is”
“I liked that one ermmm what was her name, the one with the short cropped hair”
“Rachel”
Carla clicks her fingers.
“Rachel! Yeah she was alright”
“Carla you only liked her because she worked in Wetherspoons and gave us free drinks”
Carla giggles.
“You’ve got me there”
There’s a beat.
Not uncomfortable.
More pensive.
A slight heavy energy in the silence.
Neither sure why.
But it’s not an uncommon occurrence between the two.
They often find themselves in an unknown state of tension neither can quite name.
“Can we sit at the bar? Me feet are killing me in these heels”
“I’m not surprised, you should take a leaf out of my book” Lisa looks towards her own footwear- a black pair of Doc Marten boots.
“Wouldn’t want people to think I’m a lesbian would I?” Carla smirks.
She’s insufferable.
Lisa equally loves and loathes the constant teasing over her sexuality.
It’s their thing, always has been since she came out, well even before that, Carla being one of the few people who knew Lisa was gay before she even did herself.
“God forbid people thought that Carla” Lisa taunts back playfully.
Carla grabs Lisa by the hand and proceeds to drag her through the crowd towards two empty stools situated at the bar.
“Two beers please”
Carla leans over the bar and swiftly gets the bartenders attention.
Lisa laughs to herself internally, always in disbelief at how easily the world falls at Carla’s feet due to her exceedingly good looks.
Pretty privilege.
I mean she gets it.
She’s stunning.
Her bone structure alone could stop traffic.
Not to mention her long, glossy raven hair that seems to be almost ethereal when in motion.
And then it’s the clothes she chooses to wear that accentuates her naturally toned body and perfectly pert breasts.
Tonight for example she’s wearing a classic ‘little black dress’, one that plunges into the valley of her breasts and rises far above the knee displaying another one of her best assets- her silky smooth legs.
Lisa on the other hand never feels quite as confident as her best friend, always goes for more of the ‘dress down’ vibe than the ‘glammed up’ one.
Or at least that’s what she thinks her vibe is, she still wears a full face of make up- little shimmer in the corner of her eyes, still makes the effort to look good. Hair in loose waves, always sporting her own classic look, high waisted denim jeans with a tight fitted black crop top t-shirt or some variation of a similar attire.
‘Effortlessly chic’ Carla often calls her.
“Oi, dolly day dreams” Carla taps Lisa’s bottle of beer on the bar in front of her.
“Oh sorry, thanks”
Carla smiles amusingly.
“Always stuck in that head of yours aren’t ya?”
Lisa laughs lightly as she sits down on the bar stool.
“Yeah”
Carla plonks herself down next to her, resting her bag on the bar.
“They’re all havin fun”
Carla nods towards their group of friends dancing and swaying on the dance floor.
Lisa follows her line of sight.
“Yeah, I mean Lydia is looking a bit worse for wear”
“Standard Lydia”
Both women giggle.
“You should go and join them”
“Nah”
“Honestly Carla, just because I don’t want to be up and dancing doesn’t mean you have to sit with me and spoil your own fun”
“I want to sit with you”
And she does.
They do the same thing every night out.
Always find themselves perched in a corner or sat at the bar together.
Wherever Lisa is, Carla is.
Wherever Carla is, Lisa is.
Always been that way since they first became friends.
Naturally drawn towards each other.
Always pulled into each other’s orbit.
Sometimes Carla will convince Lisa to get up and dance and though Lisa always protests, they both know she secretly loves it.
Lisa’s eyes fall to the other side of the club, where a tall dark haired man is very overtly staring over at Carla.
“You’ve got a fan”
Carla glances over and the man smiles and winks as her eyes meet his.
Carla looks away quickly.
She shrugs.
“Not my type”
Lisa snickers.
“Carla he is exactly your type”
Carla takes a sip of her beer.
“Nah, I’m more into blondes”
“Since when?”
“Dunno, since now”
“Well that’s a new development”
Carla chews the side of her cheek, her eyes falling to the floor.
“Guess so”
Lisa frowns.
Notices a shift in Carla’s energy.
“You alright?”
“Me?”
Carla quickly sits up, straightens her posture, plasters a smile across her face but Lisa knows it’s an act.
“I’m peachy”
“You sure?”
“Mhmmm, just a bit tired”
“Carla Connor tired on a night out? Never thought I’d see the day” Lisa teases.
“Yeah well don’t get used to it, I’m still a party animal” Carla points towards Lisa mock warningly.
Both women smile.
Eye contact warm as they both swoop across each other’s face adoringly.
“You’re so beautiful Lise”
Lisa snorts.
“Yeah right, says the queen of beauty”
“I mean it”
Carla’s eyes drop to Lisa’s lips briefly.
“You’re perfect”
Lisa swallows thickly.
Suddenly feels tight and restricted in her clothes.
There’s a shift.
A noticeable shift in energy.
It’s palpable.
“So are you”
Carla smiles, ducks her head bashfully.
“You think so?”
“You know I do”
Carla nibbles on her bottom lip.
Looks up at Lisa through her perfectly mascara’d eyelashes.
She inhales deeply.
“You’re the only person I feel safe enough to be myself around”
Lisa glances at the floor briefly before raising her eyes to meet Carla’s again.
“Yeah…yeah you are too”
Carla smiles dopily.
“Yeah?”
Lisa returns an equally as dopily smile.
“Yeah…”
“You know I don’t think any of them women were ever good enough for you, that’s why I didn’t really like any of them”
“Yeah well I feel the same about the men you’ve been with”
Carla laughs lightly.
“Yeah well you’re not wrong there”
Carla slides her body to the side slightly, now facing Lisa, her knees brush past Lisa’s as she readjusts herself.
Lisa inches forward naturally, convinces herself it’s so she can hear Carla more clearly over the music but in fact she’s just drawn to Carla so naturally like a moth to a flame.
“We should all go on holiday again” Carla states somewhat randomly.
“Yeah we should, it’s been a while”
“We used to go every year…I miss sharing a room with you”
“And what exactly is it that you miss? My ‘elephant snoring’ as you so poetically called it”
Both women begin to laugh loudly.
The fond memories of the holidays they’ve shared flooding back.
“Well not just that”
Lisa nudges her with her foot.
The laughter subsides and a contemplative calmness washes over them both.
“I miss being around you all the time”
So does Lisa.
She misses waking up to Carla’s grumbles about how she can’t get any sleep in the heat or how her hangover is ‘the worst she’s ever had’.
“Yeah me too”
Carla looks Lisa directly in the eyes.
Lisa almost shivers with the intensity.
She feels a warm hand approach the side of her face.
A finger swooping her hair back gently out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“You always do that” Lisa breathes.
“I know, I have a thing for your hair”
“A thing?”
“A thing”
“Oh”
Carla inches closer slightly.
Her fingers still delicately playing with the soft loose curls of Lisa’s hair.
“In fact…I’ve realised lately….I have a thing for more than your hair…”
Oh.
“Oh”
“Mhmmm”
Carla leans forward…her face approaching Lisa’s at a painfully slow speed.
It feels almost slow motion.
Lisa can feel her palms beginning to sweat.
She smells so good.
Her lips coated in the most perfect lipgloss.
Carla’s hand falls to Lisa’s cheek as she caresses it gently.
Their faces now inches apart.
Carla closes her eyes softly.
But Lisa can’t seem to move.
Her eyes remain open.
A deer in headlights.
Delicate lips meet hers.
She releases a silent gasp.
Feels Carla’s other hand now stroking her thigh warmly.
Carla pulls away ever so slightly.
Her eyes swooping over Lisa’s face cautiously.
Cautiously waiting for a response.
Cautiously gaging her reaction.
Cautiously awaiting permission to continue.
At that pause Lisa feels as though she’s having an out of body experience as she launches forward firmly grabbing the back of Carla’s head and pulling her forward.
Carla moans into the kiss as her tongue meets Lisa’s.
It’s wet.
It’s warm.
It’s overdue.
Long long long overdue.
Lips press hotly as their tongues continue to massage hard and firm against each other.
Lisa’s hands tug harshly in Carla’s hair as Carla’s hand grips at Lisa’s thigh.
‘They’re going for gold’
People will think.
‘Lucky them’
Others will say.
Lisa feels dizzy.
Consumed.
Arousal and heat washing over her in thick waves.
Nothings ever felt so right before.
Nothings felt so perfect.
Nothings felt so…..
Confusing.
What is happening?
Carla’s straight.
Carla loves men.
Carla’s never displayed any sort of inclination towards the female species.
A rush of anxiety seers through Lisa’s body like hot iron.
Is Carla using her as an experiment??
What the fuck??
Lisa’s not a fucking guinea pig.
Never mind the science experiment, what about their friendship?
Carla’s her best friend.
This could ruin their friendship forever.
No no no no no
No.
No.
NO.
Lisa pushes Carla away abruptly.
Carla flinches.
“What are you doing?” Lisa’s tone harsh and unkind.
Confusion etches across Carla’s flushed face.
“Wh…what?”
Lisa pulls away further.
Slips her knees to the side, ensures not one bit of her body is touching Carla’s.
“Why did you do that?”
Accusatory.
Sharp.
“I thought-“
“You thought what? You thought you were bored and had nothing better to do than use your little lesbian friend for entertainment?”
Carla’s face falls flat.
Her eyes now glassy with emotion.
“Lisa-“
Lisa stands up.
She’s heard enough.
Had enough.
Doesn’t want to hear her pathetic little excuses or ‘playful’ taunts.
“I’m not an experiment Carla”
“Lisa pleas-“
Carla looks devastated.
Why does she look devastated?
Lisa wants to hug her.
Hold her.
Lisa stands firm.
Carla has always been Lisa’s Achilles heel.
Always gives into her.
Can never bear to see her in anguish.
But not this time.
No.
“No Carla, I don’t want to hear it, now why don’t you go and do what you do best and fuck the closest man that gives you attention, I’m sure that will cure your boredom”
Lisa spins around and storms through the crowd of party goers towards the exit.
The pain in her chest becoming unbearable.
The image of Carla’s tear stained face wedged behind her eyelids like a cruel joke.
She leans up against the cold hard wall outside.
The cool air slapping her face like a much needed reprieve from whatever the fuck that was inside.
Her body doubled over, the palms of her hands resting on her thighs trying to somehow ground herself.
Her breathing is heavy and shallow.
The first signs of a panic attack rising through her body with speed.
Tears threaten to spill from her eyes.
What the fuck just happened?
Carla kissed her.
Carla fucking kissed her.
And Lisa liked it.
She more than liked it.
It was the most she’d ever felt alive in her life.
Carla’s moan plays on repeat in her brain like some sort of sick joke.
She shakes her head, trying her best to knock the running thoughts from out of her head.
It doesn’t work.
It never works.
She needs to see Carla.
No.
She never wants to see Carla again.
What is she talking about?
This is Carla.
Carla her best friend.
Carla she tells everything and anything to.
This is fucking ridiculous.
Lisa stands up right.
Stop being a fucking child and go back in there and discuss this like a fucking adult.
She takes a deep breath.
Straightens her shoulders and makes her way back into the club.
The heat hits her like a sweaty flame.
Ugh.
She looks to the bar but Carla is nowhere to be seen.
She scans the dance floor.
No Carla.
She definitely didn’t leave because there’s no way she left without Lisa seeing her.
She makes her way through the crowd with great difficulty, the sticky floor holding on to the bottom of her Doc Martens for dear life.
“Have you seen Carla?” She shouts loudly over the blaring dance music.
“Lisaaaa!” A very drunk Lydia begins to dangle from Lisa’s shoulders.
“Isn’t she with you?” Katie, another one of Lisa’s close friends slurs at her drunkenly.
“Well obviously not otherwise I wouldn’t be asking would I”
Lisa’s patience is wearing thin, the music, the smell, the sweat, the fumbling bodies knocking into her becoming an unbearable combination.
“Babe, have you checked the smoking area? She’s probably having a fag”
She nearly did have a fag but Lisa chickened out.
“I’ll go check”
Lisa turns and makes a beeline for the beer garden.
She coughs as a cloud of accumulated smoke penetrates her lungs.
Marvellous.
She wafts away the smoke as she squints her eyes searching through the crowd of nicotine fuelled drunkards.
Nothing.
No Carla.
Where the fuck is she?
She spots a side gate and makes a quick escape trying to regain her composure.
She kicks a piece of gravel across the floor like a petulant child.
Idiot.
She’s such a fucking idiot.
Why did she react like that?
Why did she have to fly off the fucking handle??
The toilets.
Yes!
Of course.
Check the toilets Lisa you numpty.
She turns to make her way back into the polluted beer garden but as she does a loud moan stops her in her tracks.
She pauses.
Ears fully engaged.
Another moan.
This one more heated.
More filthier.
Definitely female.
She pads quietly towards the back alley behind the club.
“You feel amazin”
A male voice this time.
Out of breath.
Laboured.
Lisa slowly turns into the alley intent on remaining undetected but the sight that greets her makes her stomach twist right up to the back of her throat.
Carla.
Up against the dark wall of the alley.
One foot planted on the cobbled walk way, the other leg hiked up resting on that fucking prick of a man who had winked at her earlier.
Wow.
She really took what Lisa said for gospel and did fuck the closest man that gave her attention.
Lisa feels physically sick.
There’s a tight ache in her chest.
A deep gaping hole in the pit of her stomach.
But yet she finds herself unable to move.
Transfixed.
Rooted to the spot.
She looks to Carla’s dress, bunched up just above her thighs.
Sees no sign of underwear so can only assume her knickers have been pushed to the side for quick access.
The man’s jeans are by his feet, bare arse on show.
Disgusting.
Lisa can see the flex in his arse cheeks as he pushes forward plunging his penis into Carla roughly.
But Carla seems to like it.
Love it in fact.
The loud moans emanating from her mouth on each thrust of his pelvis would suggest so.
Carla grabs the man’s head and pushes it into her neck as she perches her head on his shoulder.
Pleasure etching her features.
Lisa stares.
Captivated.
Entranced.
Hypnotised.
God she looks beautiful.
She sounds incredible.
Lisa had imagined what Carla would be like in bed.
(Quite a lot actually)
But even her imagination didn’t do her justice.
She feels a tingle of arousal between her legs.
This is wrong.
So so so wrong.
But she can’t seem to move.
Captivated.
Entranced.
Hypnotised.
Aroused.
Turned on.
Horny.
Wet.
Wet.
Wet.
Carla releases a loud groan.
“Fuck” Lisa whispers.
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
Shut up Lisa you fucking wet wipe.
Carla’s eyes fly open.
Oh god.
Oh shit.
Please let the floor open up and swallow Lisa whole.
Carla gasps.
She stutters but of course the jack rabbit between her legs fails to notice the shift in Carla’s demeanour.
Lisa swallows thickly.
Her eyes blown with heat and embarrassment.
Carla frowns.
Puzzled.
Confused.
She searches Lisa’s face.
A flicker of realisation creeps across her exterior.
Carla whines loudly.
Lisa’s now fully aware Carla can see the effect she’s having on her…
And that Carla clearly likes it.
Fuck.
Why is this so fucking hot.
Lisa exhales.
Mouth now open slightly.
Eyes lidded.
“You like that?” Carla drawls.
Lisa’s eyes widen.
The man mutters something in response but neither woman hear him.
He’s irrelevant now.
A pawn in this game these two beautifully fucked up women have found themselves in.
Lisa nods.
Carla’s head flys back against the wall.
Lisa slides her hand down over the crotch of her jeans and presses against herself.
Carla nods slowly encouraging Lisa to continue.
Lisa licks her bottom lip.
Both women’s eyes fixed on the other.
Lisa unbuttons her jeans measuredly.
Still in disbelief this is happening.
Still unable to stop.
Still no desire to stop.
She unzips the fastening quietly.
Carla tracks her movements.
Lisa slips her hand into her knickers slowly…her own warm wetness greeting her finger tips.
Her body jolts at her own touch.
“Fuck” Carla mewls.
Lisa gasps silently as her fingers begin to rub firmly against her swollen clit.
“That’s it, keep doing that” Carla breathes.
Lisa shudders.
Everything in her wanting to vocalise the pleasure but not wanting to draw attention from the thing wedged between Carla’s thighs.
Carla’s body bangs against the wall as the man begins to fuck her harder.
Carla pants in response.
Lisa imagines she’s the one fucking Carla up against the wall.
Imagines it’s her wetness her fingers are currently buried in.
Her eyes slam shut.
The pleasure coiling deep in her gut.
She’s close.
“Yeah? Does that feel good?”
Carla’s spoken sob snaps her back into the space as her eyes fixate once again on the tortuous vision in front of her.
Lisa’s strokes become more frantic as she begins to hurtle towards her release.
She holds onto the wall next to her with her free arm, needing to support her body as it begins to jerk intermittently.
Carla’s eyes roll back.
Her legs beginning to spasm.
Her hand grips the wall behind her.
Both women’s eyes glued to the other.
“You’re…you’re going to make me cum”
At that announcement Lisa covers her mouth immediately stifling a whimper as her shoulder now leans against the wall propping her up.
Lisa nods frantically indicating her own impending climax.
“I’m close” Carla cries softly.
Lisa continues to nod.
Continues to rub.
Continues to cover her mouth for dear fucking life.
Both women dangling right on the edge of ecstasy.
Eye contact remaining strong.
Carla bangs on the stone wall once.
Her body arches.
Lisa mewls into the palm of her hand.
Carla bangs the stone wall for a second time.
Lisa realises she’s indicating a count down.
Fuck fuck fuck.
She wants them to cum together.
Lisa nods in agreement and bites the palm of her hand as Carla bangs the wall for a third and final time.
Carla wails.
“I’m cuming, fuck I’m cuming just for you”
Lisa’s body convulses.
Her knees buckle as her orgasm rips through her.
Her clit throbs against the tips of her fingers as she bites hard almost piercing the flesh on the inside of her hand.
She witnesses Carla slump down the wall as her climax washes over her, the noises escaping her mouth near illegal they’re that fucking sexy.
Lisa’s body weight fully leaning on the wall next to her as her own cum glides between her fingers like silk.
Both women’s bodies softly jerk as the aftershocks of their orgasm ripple through them.
A heavy grunt breaks them from their pleasure stained reverie like a bucket of ice cold water.
The man now fucking into Carla with speed as his own orgasm releases into her.
Lisa freezes.
Reality hitting her with a cold hard spunk to the face.
She stands up off the wall sharply, yanks her hand out of her pants and turns on her heels so fast she nearly takes the honorifics out of her boots.
She begins to jog, zipping and buttoning her jeans as she does.
She hears a faint “Lisa!” behind her but like fuck does she turn back.
Not a chance.
She’s already learnt from that mistake tonight.
Because what the fuck was that??