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What If Normal People Pt 02

What If Normal People Pt 02

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For those not aware of the TV series Normal People, it was a twelve part series that charted the lives of two young people Marianne and Connell through their last year at High School and their time in university. I have selected particular scenes from selected episodes (not all episodes) where I have imagined what might have happened if things had gone a little differently.

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Episode 3 -- Imagine what might have happened if Marianne and Karen had gone to the Ladies restroom in the Night Club, rather than outside.

Marianne had never been to a Night Club before. She'd never been out on a date or anything like that, and even though Connell hadn't invited her as a date, he was going to be there. She had been 'reluctantly' invited onto the Debs Committee and therefore was going to attend whether anyone else liked it or not.

Her only disappointment was that she wouldn't be spending the evening together with Connell, as no-one actually knew that they were together, fucking when ever they could. Marianne smiled; she was sure that most of the other girls in school would be stunned if they knew that they were.

She had dressed to impress, not just Connell, but the other girls who had always made fun of her. She knew she was as pretty as them, although in her dowdy school uniform she never flaunted her figure or attractiveness like they did.

Her low-cut, figure-hugging black dress had been a new purchase, and it showed off plenty of flesh. Although, she laughed, as she knew she had nothing like the amount of flesh that Lisa had, nor the long blonde hair like Rachel, but she did have her long brown hair waved, and flowing down over her shoulders, rather than up in her usual pleat.

And, Connell said that she was pretty, and that was an amazing compliment from him.

The boys, Connell, Eric, Rob and Kiernan had been late as usual, they'd been in the pub already, building up some Dutch courage, although Connell was driving.

But on their arrival, Marianne had received her fair share of attention, no-one having seen her all glammed up, and she felt empowered. Even Connell had given her an imperceptible nod of approval, and she had felt her heart soar.

But she didn't want to stay and talk pleasantries. Taking Karen by the arm, she had asked her out onto the dance floor, and she had agreed. Out there, Marianne didn't need to hide, and couldn't hear what the others might be saying about her, she didn't care, she had made her mark, and was loving it.

She let the beat, and the rhythm of the music take over her body, as she swayed and shimmied.

For a couple of dances, she and Karen had strutted their stuff on the dance floor.

Karen even commented that Connell had never taken his eyes off her, and Marianne knew it would be true, she had felt his eyes undressing her, just as he would have done in the privacy of their bedrooms, but tonight, until they could get away at the end, he would just be able to look.

She would tease him rotten, then he would fuck her hard.

Marianne and Karen returned from the dance floor to a few snide comments from Rachel and Lisa, but Marianne didn't really care.

Their little group was then disturbed by the appearance of another, older male, someone that Marianne didn't recognise from School. From the introductions being made, Marianne learned that his name was Pat, and he was well-known to the others.

Marianne thought nothing of it when he happened to slot into the circle of friends to stand next to her. She wasn't that keen on his over-powering aftershave. However, what she hadn't expected was that he would pay any interest in her, but having greeted the rest he then asked who she was.

It was Eric who introduced her, explaining that she was Alan's sister, which drew an acknowledgement from Pat.

However, that wasn't the end of it, and when Pat discovered that Marianne was selling raffle tickets for the Debs Fundraiser, he cheekily suggested that he would buy ten tickets if Marianne had a dance with him.

The thought repulsed Marianne, and she literally recoiled away from him as he passed an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. As Marianne continued to vocally reject his suggestion for a dance, Pat suddenly made a violent grasp for her breasts with his other hand.

Marianne cried out in pain and shock at this molestation, and breaking free from Pat she ran towards the Ladies restroom, down the end of a dark corridor. Karen took off after her, having called Pat all sorts of names, and he, trying to joke his way out of the situation wandered off in the opposite direction.

Connell was desperate to follow Karen and find out how Marianne was. He knew he should have done more, but that would have exposed his actual feelings for Marianne to the others, and that he knew he couldn't do. As the rest of the group also voiced their concern, Lisa and Rachel assured them that Karen would look after her.

That was exactly what Karen was going to do.

Marianne had rushed into the restroom, tears streaming down her face and her mascara running, from the humiliation and pain that she felt. Grasping onto the edges of a sink, she looked up into the mirror in front of her. 'What a fool' she thought, as she looked at herself, she should never have believed that she might be accepted in this group.

Suddenly, the door was flung open, and Marianne squealed in shock as she turned, only to feel relief to see Karen standing there, moving over towards her.

"Are you okay Marianne?" she asked quietly, "I'm really sorry that happened, Pat's a real stupid bastard!"

"It wasn't your fault," replied Marianne, still sobbing quietly, but surprised at the vehemence of Karen's comment.

"Did he hurt you?" consoled Karen, knowing full well that Marianne's breast would be throbbing and possibly already beginning to bruise.

Marianne just nodded, too embarrassed to let Karen know just how painful her breast was, but she wasn't prepared for Karen's next query.

"Let me see," the red-haired beauty asked, "Can I see how bruised it is?" she added.

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Marianne looked at her stunned. Karen had just asked to see her breasts, albeit in an almost motherly fashion, but only Connell had seen her breasts!

Karen immediately sensed Marianne's reluctance and knew how to allay it. In a flash she pulled the straps of her own dress off her shoulders and almost down to her waist. Karen's full proud breasts, with rather prominent stiff nipples, were naked only feet in front of Marianne's face, her mouth dropped in shock.

"There, you can see mine," she consoled Marianne, "Can I see how badly that Bastard has hurt you?"

Marianne felt she couldn't refuse, nodded gently, and began to reach behind her back to lower the zip a little bit so that she could lower her shoulder straps sufficiently. However, almost immediately Karen stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Marianne's body, also reaching for the zip.

"Let me get it," persuaded Karen, as Marianne gasped in total surprise, Karen's naked breasts were now pressed against her own, with just the thin fabric of her dress between them.

Karen's fingers expertly lowered Marianne's zip. A good bit lower than Marianne might have. Then she reached up to find the straps of the dress on Marianne's shoulders, brushing aside her hair, and lowered them down her arms, easing the bodice of the dress down over Marianne's breasts. As they were bared, Karen's naked flesh briefly touched Marianne's and she shivered.

Karen took a step back and lowered her head a bit, as if to inspect Marianne's breast. Marianne looked down too, and was surprised to see her own nipples erect and poking directly at Karen's face. To her utter surprise, she saw Karen lick her lips as she 'inspected' the damage.

"God, Marianne, you're starting to bruise already. He's a real Dickhead!" spat out Karen, with real anger, as she reached out as if to touch the colouring area of flesh.

At that very moment there were voices outside the door of the Restroom, and Marianne's head spun in horror, expecting to see someone walk in through the door, to find both her and Karen naked to the waist.

"Noooo!" she wailed quietly, as she tried to cover her exposed breasts with her hand, only to find Karen grasping her hand and dragging her across to one of the cubicles. Marianne allowed herself to be shoved into the cubicle, closely followed by Karen who quickly closed the door behind her.

Totally bemused, Marianne turned to face Karen who was hurriedly tugging up the hem of her skin-tight dress so it became like a thick belt around her waist. Marianne was dumbfounded, she had no idea what was happening and was even more surprised to find out that Karen was not wearing any knickers.

Marianne was about to ask Karen what she was doing, when the stunning redhead stepped forward and kissed Marianne firmly, trying to wriggle her tongue between her lips.

Marianne stood stock still, like a petrified piece of wood, kissing another girl had never crossed her mind, she had never even kissed a boy until recently.

But there was something exciting about it, and Marianne found her heart rate rocketing, and to her utter surprise she felt her pussy moisten. But she didn't know how to respond, or even if she should. Did this make her a lesbian? What would Connell do if he found out?

Before Marianne could even begin to think about answers to these questions, she felt Karen's hands on her breasts, gently cupping and squeezing them, then pinching her stiff nipples between her fingers.

Marianne found herself moaning and becoming more wet. She loved it when Connell played with her breasts, but for some reason Karen was so much better.

Marianne almost felt cheated when Karen withdrew one of her hands, only to find it grasp one of her own and lift it so that she could repay the favour and massage one of Karen's fuller breasts. Marianne was amazed at how heavy Karen's breast felt and how much softer, squishier, than her own, and lost in her thoughts, she unconsciously continued to massage Karen's tit.

Suddenly, without warning Marianne found herself being spun round to face the toilet and cistern and Karen was forcing her to bend over.

Instinctively, she reached forward to grasp the top of the cistern to stop herself from dropping any further. As she did, she was also conscious of Karen stepping behind her and yanking the hem of her dress up over her hips to reveal her virtually naked buttocks.

It was Karen's turn to be surprised, as she found the thinnest of black fabric strips rising up between Marianne's bum cheeks, she was obviously wearing only a thong. It was another new purchase Marianne had made just a day or two later, intending it to be Connell who was the only one to see her wearing it.

Karen tenderly ran her hands over Marianne's silky, perfectly smooth bum cheeks then knelt down behind her. Grasping the thin strip of material, she eased it to one side then buried her face in Marianne's crotch, her tongue snaking out to lick on Marianne's wet and slippery labia.

At the first touch of Karen's tongue on her labia, Marianne's knees buckled slightly, and unconsciously she thrust out her bum towards the probing flesh.

In doing so, she also instinctively moved her hands from the top of the cistern, down on to the seat of the toilet. Marianne didn't think about hygiene, she was too amazed at the sensations that were now racing through her body.

"OH FUCK!" groaned Marianne, as Karen again licked along the length of her slit. Connell, had licked her pussy before, but this was different, this seemed so wrong, but felt so right.

Karen continued licking and lapping at Marianne's pussy, pushing her tongue between the slick labia searching out the entrance to her vagina, probing like a small penis. Then, Karen began exploring the little folds of skin around Marianne's clit, trying to locate the small firm nib of highly sensitive flesh.

"SHIT!... SHIT!..... SHIT!...." gasped Marianne, as Karen's tongue found it's target and began to tease it, circling it, flicking it. Marianne wriggled, trying to escape the intense pleasure that exploded in her pubic region, but Karen was persistent, latching onto the small pleasure point and arousing Marianne even more.

Within seconds, Marianne was hurtling towards her orgasm, and her legs and hips began to buck and thrust as she lost control.

"Mmmmmmrrggghhhh.... Aaaaaaaaarrrrrghhhhh!" wailed Marianne, as her pelvis seemed to explode and she lost all control. She could feel her legs lose all feeling, but she seemed to slide down onto her knees in a slow deliberate manner.

Karen hadn't been expecting quite the crazy response that she got from Marianne. She'd made Rachel and Lisa cum too, when she had licked their pussies, when they had been drunk at a party, but whether it was the alcohol, or some inherent inhibitions the other two hadn't been nearly as responsive.

Karen had managed to lower Marianne slowly until she was kneeling on the floor just in front of the toilet seat. Standing quickly, she had yanked up the hem of her dress again, then stepping to the side of Marianne, Karen had stepped over the toilet and sat down so that her pussy was inches in front of Marianne's face.

Still breathing deeply, her eyes almost closed, Marianne sensed, or even smelled Karen's aroma, and lifted her head up to find Karen's grinning face watching her.

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"Did you enjoy that, Marianne?" queried the redhead, and Marianne could only weakly nod in agreement.

"My turn now," purred Karen, as she slid her hips closer to the edge of the toilet seat so that Marianne would have much easier access.

Without hesitation, Marianne leant forward and sticking out her tongue, licked Karen's labia, gently at first, looking up at the young woman, looking for a nod of approval.

"Yesss, Marianne, lick my pussy," she whispered, urging Marianne on.

Marianne licked again, with a little more force, her tongue now pushing between Karen's labia, and sliding up over her clitoris as it travelled.

"Oh Fuck! That's so good!" groaned Karen, as she slipped her hips forward towards Marianne.

Liking the taste, Marianne began licking quicker, flicking her tongue out, serpent-like, at Karen's sensitive pussy.

"Oooooh! Ooooh! Aaaah!" Karen panted, as she felt her climax building. For the last six months or so Karen had had a thing about trying to get together with Marianne. To Karen, and her classmates, the young woman had always been so aloof and superior, but Karen was convinced that she wasn't like that really.

And tonight, of all nights, she had looked so fucking sexy when she had turned up at the club. Karen was sure that if she could get a few drinks into her, she'd find out just how sexy Marianne could be, and she wasn't disappointing.

"Use your fingers!" groaned Karen, as her orgasm got closer, "Stick 'em in my pussy!" she pleaded.

Marianne almost didn't register Karen's plea, she was so engrossed in lapping away at the red-haired beauties juices, but the urgency in the voice reached her in some way, and always wanting to please, Marianne moved her right hand from Karen's alabaster white thigh, between her legs and slid her fingers over Karen's slippery labia.

Instinctively, Marianne used her first two fingers to spread Karen's fleshy labia, then without really thinking automatically slid both into Karen's willing hole. At this intrusion, Karen's hips reared up towards Marianne, and she whimpered with delight.

"OH GOD YESSSS!" hissed Karen, as Marianne began eagerly to fuck her, as she had often done to herself, before she had got together with Connell.

"OH SHIT!.... OH SHIT!" panted the redhead, as she suddenly began to lose control.

Again, Marianne was lost in her own world. Fifteen minutes earlier, and she had never been with another female, but now, all she wanted to do was make Karen cum, and it looked as if she was doing a good job.

"LICK... MY... CLIT!...." panted Karen, as her hips rocked back and forward on Marianne's fingers.

Without hesitating, Marianne leant forward, breathing in deeply Karen's excited musky scent, until she was only centimetres for her pubic mound. Then automatically, she darted out her tongue to tap it lightly on Karen's swollen bud.

"AAAAEEEEEEEIIIII!" wailed Karen, as her hips bucked again and she tried to force her pussy into Marianne's face.

"GOD, YES!" whimpered Karen, "LICK IT!" she pleaded.

Marianne stuck her tongue out again, and this time slid it up from where her fingers were buried in Karen's slot up over the little erect button. Karen squealed with delight, throwing her head back as she gulped in air. Her breathing came in little, short gasps as her orgasm began to build.

Marianne was getting into the swing of things, and now began lapping firmly at Karen's labia and clit, as her friend began mewling with pleasure. Licking faster, Marianne was driving Karen towards a massive precipice, and she was about to go over.

"YES! MARIANNE! GONNA CUM!" she managed to blurt out before she went silent, but her body began bucking and jerking like crazy.

Marianne sat back on her heels, her fingers still buried in Karen's spasming pussy, and stared in awe at how explosive Karen's climax was, she was beginning to think there was something wrong with her.

As Karen began to return to some sort of control, she gently grasped Marianne's wrist and eased her fingers from her tingling pussy.

"That was awesome!" grinned the redhead, "You're really good at this."

"But I've never done it before," whispered an embarrassed Marianne.

"Don't care, that was fantastic! Thank you!" replied Karen, as she leant forward and kissed Marianne gently on the lips.

"Think we'd maybe better be getting back," she suggested, "How are you feeling now?"

"I'm OK," replied Marianne, now suddenly disappointed that this experience was about to finish, but she promised herself that she'd give it a try again, soon.

Slowly the pair stood, rearranged their clothes, then left the cubicle. A quick tidy up of lipstick and hair, and they prepared themselves to head back out to the club. As Karen took hold of the handle to open the door, she again turned to face Marianne and gave her another tender kiss on the lips, then grinned broadly.

"OK! Let's go and show them!" and the pair headed out.

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