'Funny how comfortable I suddenly am with this side of myself,' she thought briefly. Out loud, she looked straight back at Fiona and said, "Fiona, do you trust me?"
Fiona gulped and ran her tongue over her lips. She couldn't think of a single reason not to trust Charlie. It didn't matter that they'd only just met. It didn't matter that she was about to venture into entirely new territory, or that not three steps away, 98 strangers were close to having a full-on orgy. Her senses were overpowered with Charlie's scent, that exhilarating strawberry smell that somehow seemed to mix perfectly with the strong ocean smell that had accompanied them since the boarding.
Charlie waited patiently. She had to bite her cheek to avoid diving after the tongue that kept snaking across Fiona's flush lips, but she didn't want to force Fiona into anything. At least not yet. Her mind, racing with possibilities, seemed to have sprung the chains she had imposed so long ago, and was embracing what she considered her darker side with open arms. But unlike before, Charlie only felt thrill and excitement. This was meant to happen and it would be the best time for both of them, she'd make sure of it.
When Fiona closed her eyes and nodded meekly, Charlie grabbed her face in her hands, a smidgeon too rough.
"Look at me, Fiona," she commanded. "Look at me and say you trust me."
"I ... I trust you," Fiona murmured. "I trust you," she repeated louder, breathing in deeply. She had an inkling that this would take her down a road she had never dared to even consider, way past the girl-on-girl fantasies. But with the smell of strawberries and ocean swirling around her, she pushed all doubts aside and wrapped her arms around Charlie.
Charlie knew she had to create a common ground before she started stripping away Fiona's many layers of protection. They had time, she figured, two weeks was more than enough. For now, she wanted to savour every breath she took, every quivering touch that sent shocks upon shocks down her spine. So she enveloped Fiona, pressed her against the wall and ran her nose up her neck, from the collar bone to the ear.
Breathing out softly, she whispered, "I can't wait to make you cum. I've been thinking about what it would feel like to have you spasm on my fingers ever since I helped you off the floor. Stupid society and its rules... at least now I have you all to myself. I'm gonna make you forget everyone and everything and then, when you think you can't possibly take any more, I'll push you over the edge."
Fiona quietly shivered with anticipation. Not one for dirty talk, she felt herself bewitched by the husky voice. Cautiously, she trailed a finger up and down Charlie's back, sliding under her tank top and spreading her digits across the girl's smooth back. Charlie throatily moaned her approval; she let her hands slide down Fiona's back and over her shapely bottom.
Pinching her cheeks, she pushed her chest against Fiona's. Her nipples were rubbing against the lace of her bra, standing out enough to make it uncomfortable. Relishing the ache, she started to knead Fiona's ass, running her hands up and down with varying force. She could feel Fiona's breath hitch when she stretched her fingers into the gap between her legs.
Fiona unconsciously widened her stance. She tilted her hips so they rubbed against Charlie's legs and followed the promising trail of her bra under the tank top. Her fingertips shook with barely contained lust when she came upon the softer skin around the front and gently shoved her fingers under the lace. Her thumbs hooked on Charlie's nipples, hardening under her touch.
Charlie, her heart thundering in her ears, found the clasps of Fiona's dress and undid them. One by one, she delighted in the smooth skin appearing under her fingertips. Fiona pressed her cheek into Charlie's and ran her lips down her face until she found the blonde's mouth. It was as juicy and tender as she'd imagined and tasted of more. Charlie parted Fiona's lips with the tip of her tongue, started exploring her mouth. Quiet, only interrupted by their moans when fingers found a particularly tender spot, they continued to probe each other.
They did not notice the bathroom door being opened.
