What If Normal People Pt 06

Note: For those unfamiliar with Normal People, it was a twelve 30-minute episode television program shown on British television in April/May of 2020 (during lockdown) and became one of the top shows of the year. It stars Daisy Edgar-Jones (Twisters) and Paul Mescal (Gladiator II) as young students who explore leaving school and through university, whilst also graphically exploring themselves.

During the course of the episodes there were a number of scenes where I have imagined a slightly different outcome as detailed in these stories. There is not a story associated with each episode, and they might not quite come out in episode order, but I will try and achieve this. Happy reading.

Episode 11 -- Imagine what might have happened if Connell had stopped Marianne from leaving his house.

It was the summer holidays, and as he had done every other weekend, Connell had come back to see Marianne who was back from Sweden, and back at home. They had been out at a nightclub the previous evening, and things had gone a little awry.

The next day found Connell and Marianne back again in Connell's bedroom. Connell sat on the floor, watching a game of Gaelic football on the television as Marianne lay on the bed.

There was still a little tension between them, and as they chatted, it became obvious to the two of them that once more a little miscommunication had spoiled what could have been a pleasant evening.

As the whistle went for half-time, Connell rose and pulled on his trainers. Marianne reluctantly, began to rise as well, thinking that Connell was going to offer her a lift home. However, to her surprise, he asked if she would like an ice cream, which she readily accepted.

On his return, the pair sat on the bed and resumed their conversation about the previous night. Being a little more open with each other, Marianne admitted that she had wanted Connell to kiss her the previous night, and a slightly embarrassed Connell admitted that he too had wanted to kiss Marianne, again a simple miscommunication.

However, this admission from them both, caused Connell some anxiety as he explained to Marianne that she was his best friend and feared losing her if they got back together again. This confession disappointed Marianne, as she wanted them to get back together and so she decided to leave. Rising from the bed she put on her trainers and was about to leave.

Connell took her hand and kissed it gently.

"I think it's obvious, I don't want you to go," he said quietly to Marianne.

"I don't find it obvious what you want," replied a confused Marianne.

Slowly, Connell stood, and moving close to Marianne the pair began to tenderly kiss, then more passionately as their hunger grew.

Breaking their kiss momentarily, Connell switched off the television, the pair sat down on the edge of the bed to continue kissing. Within seconds, Marianne slid herself round so that she was lying down on the bed, as Connell lay over her, the pair kissing with more urgency.

"It's not like this with other people," panted Marianne, as the passionate pair broke their kiss briefly.

"I like you more than other people," responded a smiling Connell.

Then, as if by telepathy, Marianne began stripping off her clothes as Connell rose and switching off the TV also began to strip. By the time Connell was naked, Marianne had flipped over onto her front, her naked back and legs available for Connell to stroke.

As Connell ran his hand tenderly over her flesh he hesitantly asked, "Do you want it this way?"

"Any way you want," replied Marianne breathlessly, so desperate for them to resume their lovemaking.

"I actually don't have a condom," explained Connell, as he continued to stroke Marianne's back.

"That's OK, I'm on the pill," replied Marianne urgently.

Climbing onto the bed to cover her with his body, Connell bent his head to kiss her shoulder.

"I haven't done this for a while," added Connell, again showing his vulnerability.

"That's OK," reassured Marianne, burying her face in the bedsheets, her mind screaming out 'JUST FUCK ME!'

Reaching with one hand to grasp his hard cock as he propped his body up with his other, Connell eased his rod through between the top of Marianne's thighs, feeling for the opening to her vagina. As the head of his cock engaged in her warm moist opening Connell pushed forward, easing his cock into her.

Marianne cried out with pleasure as she felt herself being invaded, it had been some time too since she had last been fucked by Lukas whilst over in Sweden, and she had so desperately wanted to get back together with Connell, the only one who really understood her.

Marianne was so wet that Connell felt his cock effortlessly slide into her depths. She was tight, but the velvet-like flesh of her love tunnel caressed his sensitive cock, and it was all that he could do not to cum right at that instant.

For months he had lain in bed at night, dreaming and recalling when the two of them had first fucked, taking his cock in his hand to bring relief, then shedding tears at the thought that he might never again experience such intimacy with the one person he really loved.

Rocking his hips firmly yet gently, Connell began to fuck Marianne, eliciting small cries of pleasure and delight.

"Marianne, can we do this like, next weekend?" enquired a breathless Connell, as he continued to slide his cock in and out.

"Whenever you want," replied Marianne, her breath coming in little gasps.

"Whenever I want," panted Connell, seeking reassurance.

"You can do whatever you want to me?" confirmed Marianne, as the pair continued to rock into each other.

"That's nice," responded Connell, as he continued the thrust slowly and deeply, his breathing shallow and laboured.

"Do you like doing it this way," enquired Marianne.

"A lot," responded Connell immediately.

"Would you hurt me?" enquired Marianne, returning to the submissive, masochistic persona that she had when with Jamie and Lukas.

It took a couple of seconds to register with Connell just what Marianne had said, but once it did, Connell paused, stunned at what she had just asked. With his cock still buried in Marianne's pussy he carefully levered himself up off her back but still joined at the hips.

"No,.. No, I don't think I want to do that," stuttered Connell quietly.

He rested there for a few seconds before adding.

"Do you want to stop?" Marianne barely nodded, but the action was obvious.

Connell withdrew and sat back on his heels; he was still in shock at what Marianne had asked him to do. Never in his wildest dreams would he want to hurt Marianne.

He knew what had brought this on, the way she had been treated by others and the way she had submitted to it. But they had never been like that, Marianne had admitted before that "it was different with them".

Marianne made to get up and Connell knew what would happen, she would leave, and it might break them forever. Connell knew he could not let that happen it would kill him. He had lost Marianne before through too many simple little misunderstandings and unsaid words, he could not let that happen again.

"Marianne, don't get up," he quietly directed, "Turn over and look at me."

Reluctantly, and embarrassed, Marianne slowly rolled over on the bed, covering her breasts and her pubis with her hands, which seemed ridiculous since Connell knew her body intimately. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't look at Connell and lay there with her eyes closed.

"Marianne, look at me," repeated Connell, a little more insistently, but just as tenderly.

Slowly, Marianne opened her eyes to look up into Connell's distressed face. She knew that she had hurt him with her suggestion. Connell would never want to do anything like that to her. She felt disgusted with herself.

"Marianne, look at me, it's Connell, not Jamie, not Lukas. You know I would never want to hurt you. I know, in the past, I've hurt you, but never physically. I could never do that," he whispered, as Marianne sobbed quietly.

"Look at me Marianne," he quietly repeated, then he removed the pillow that had been covering his groin, "Look at my hard cock Marianne. I just want to fuck you, to make you cum, like we did before, no games, no acting, just you and me fucking."

Marianne moved her hands and arms, exposing her body to Connell's view, then eased herself up into a seating position in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Connell," Marianne replied, her eyes never moving from Connell's cock, as she hesitantly reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft, it still felt slimy from her juices.

"OH, Fuck!" murmured Connell, as the coolness of Marianne's hand made his cock twitch.

Marianne smiled, it always amazed her just how aroused Connell would get when they fucked, then she was equally amazed just how he was able to restrain himself, and make her cum again and again before he would fill her with his thick creamy spunk.

However, as she cupped his throbbing cock in her hand, Connell suddenly groaned, and his cock leapt as it spewed big, long strings of cum along her arm and on to her body.

"OH FUCK!" he repeated only louder this time, as Marianne began giggling.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out, thinking that she had just ruined their afternoon, "I didn't realise you were so close."

Connell was gulping in big lungfuls of air. It had been ages since he had cum, even masturbated, so it had felt as if his whole body was exploding.

Urgently, he pushed Marianne back down onto her back, and she squealed in surprise. Before she could react, Connell had spread her knees apart and was lowering himself between them. He wanted to get his cock buried deep into Marianne's pussy before he got too soft. He knew he would be able to go again, and he would last much longer this time.

Marianne had not let go of his cock, and as she had fallen back onto the bed, she had also almost dragged Connell with her. She too could sense his urgency and knew that she wanted this too. She had been almost disappointed when he had cum, she wanted him back in her, fucking her.

Marianne perfectly lined up Connell's cock with her hole and urged him on.

"Fuck me Connell,.... Please fuck meeeee!" as she felt his cock surge into her tunnel.

"Oh Marianne, you feel so good!" groaned Connell, as he felt his wiry pubes crush against Marianne's.

Marianne reached up and cupped Connell's face in her hands, then kissed him tenderly, "Fuck me, Connell," she whispered.

It was an offer like waving a red flag at a bull, but rather than pounding Marianne into the mattress, Connell began to make long slow strokes with his cock. Lying completely on top of Marianne's slight body, his toned bulk pressed heavily on to her, as he withdrew his whole length before slowly driving back in, forcing the air from Marianne's lungs with each thrust.

It was slow torture for both of them, their sensitive flesh being tormented as it moved across each other, lubricated by Marianne's juices.

Marianne lifted her legs up and wrapped them round Connell's back linking her ankles. This action widened her hips, allowing Connell to grind his rigid rod even deeper into Marianne's welcoming pussy.

For nearly ten minutes Connell continued the long slow strokes, moving his hips differently to alter the way he penetrated her, rotating his hips to apply different pressure to different places in her pussy, just like what they used to do before, when they used to skip off lectures in first year and spend all afternoon fucking each other to exhaustion.

"Aaah!.... Ohhh!.... Uhhhh!" gasped Marianne, with each deep thrust of Connell's cock.

"I've... missed you," whispered Connell, as he kept up the metronomic driving.

"Mmmmaaaaaahhhhh!... I'm cumming!" wailed Marianne, as her body began to twitch and buck, her legs kicking wildly, and her back arching, almost lifting Connell bodily off the bed.

He was almost scared by the intensity of her climax. He had never failed to make her orgasm before, but it had always been a mild whimpering sort of climax. This was something completely different, and it excited him. He could feel her cunt, almost fluttering along the length of his cock as her muscles spasmed. It was exquisite and suddenly Connell felt himself about to explode.

"Fuck!... Fuck!... Marianne!.... I'm cumming too!" he managed to blurt out, as for the second time in less than ten minutes Connell felt himself ejaculate.

Connell collapsed down on top of Marianne, and lay there for nearly thirty seconds, until he eased himself out of her pussy and rolled over carefully, so as not to fall onto the floor of his bedroom. The pair were breathing heavily, lying there completely spent.

"Whew! I think we both needed that" gasped Marianne.

"It was a little intense, don't you think?" replied Connell, rolling onto his side to face Marianne.

She turned to look at him then started giggling.

"What's so funny?" he queried, as he reached up to stroke a lock of damp sweaty hair from her face.

"Why is it we get this bit so wonderfully right but can't talk to each other properly?" replied Marianne smiling broadly.

"Fuck knows!" responded Connell, and he leant over and kissed Marianne tenderly on the lips.