a/n: It's been a long time, I know. But I just moved, and unfortunately the move coincided with an episode of depression- so I've been busy and lazy and tired. Anyway, to make up for it here is an extra long chapter, with sex! Also, don't worry about the oc, her role is important but BRIEF. I needed her to be Fiona's replacement for Declan once he moves to New York.
Fiona walked into the restaurant Georgia specified. The dining area was blocked by a wall, and all she could see was the bar that served, also, as a waiting area. She cringed out of custom when the two boys sitting at the bar leaned in for a kiss, unaware of the approaching bartender. However, to Fiona's relief, the man just replaced their sodas without so much as a tiny reaction or indication that he thought anything at all about the display. Fiona remembered now how Georgia had said this place was 'gay friendly'; she shouldn't have been so nervous.
But she was very excited about being here. For the first time in, well, her entire lifetime she felt as if she was somewhere where she didn't have to pretend or project a certain image. It felt so good.
A dark-skinned women who had odd mahogany highlights in her brown hair approached Fiona; her name tag read 'Willow'. She smiled when their eyes met and around her eyes where very deep and far-reaching wrinkles, which was not surprising since obviously the woman liked either tanning or spending a lot of time in the sun.
Her voice however, was pleasantly clear and youthful, "Would you like me to show you a table now, or are you waiting for someone?"
"Oh, I'm waiting for someone, thank-you." As she spoke, the door to the restaurant opened with a soft 'bing".
"I'm here." Georgia's voice called form the open door. She rushed to Fiona's side slightly out of breath. Seeing Fiona raise an eyebrow, she explained, "I'm a little late, but we can't all be chauffeured around."
Georgia removed her winter coat, and underneath she wore a knee-length light green and yellow dress which was either vintage or bought from one of those wacky eclectic stores. Fiona thought the dress itself was strange, but she was excited that Georgia had changed from her baggy pants and shirt from early to wear a dress instead, as her breasts hung braless and natural underneath the green fabric and her wide hips were distractingly distinguishable from her waist.
She had a body like one would see in those old-world painting-so natural, not at all pre-pubescent and skinny-looking as was the modern trend. Fiona couldn't tear her eyes away from those hips. When she did look away she realized that both women were looking at her bemusedly, she smiled an shrugged a shoulder.
They followed Willow into the restaurant; they passed a large family-sized table where a gay boy was blushing as his many female friends teased him over something or other. A studious-looking blond girl whispered something in his ear and he slapped a menu to his face to hide a very deep blush, the girls guffawed loudly and a few wiped tears from their eyes.
Fiona grimaced at the loud display, she like to have quiet meals with intelligent conversation; she was not going to get that if these kids continued to be so loud.
Georgia saw her frown and made sure to catch Fiona's eye before she rolled her eyes , showing Fiona she also found their behavior ridiculous.
But, aside from the boisterous group, the restaurant was quite pleasant, with its low lighting and dark color scheme, it was very relaxing elegant. Willow thankfully seated them in a booth far from the cackling teenagers. She took their drink orders and went back to the front.
"You were right about this being a gay hang-out- I don't see any apparent straight couples here." Fiona said as she looked around at their fellow patrons. "What are they banned or something?" She joked.
"Of course not, straight people are more than welcome here. It's just over the years a lot of people, well a lot of boys to be honest, have been kicked out for 'harmlessly' harassing queer couples. So, the place seems to have garnered an anti-straight reputation because of it. Of course it's far from the truth, but you know how people are- if a 'minority' excludes someone from the majority it must be out of spite, not because they actually did anything wrong." She finished snidely.
Fiona laughed, "you must have a lot of experience with that type of thing. You seem awfully passionate about it."
"Extremely frustrated is more like it. I'm only eighteen but I've already seen a lot of bad things happen to people as a result of the stupidity of others. But, let's not kill the night before it begins, right? Less talk about nicer things. How was your day?"
"Pretty boring actually. I spent most of the day shopping, then I had a message."
"Productive."
Their waiter came by with their drinks. Fiona waited until he left to respond. "Oh, shut up. Did you do anything spectacular today?"
"No, nothing spectacular; but I spent the morning working, then I worked with my singing instructor-" Fiona grimaced as she remembered her own disastrous singing audition, "wrote a little poetry, went to watch my friends play roller derby, and finally just read until it was time to meet you."
"Well, I guess you have me there. In comparison my life seems kind of empty." She looked down at the table self-consciously.
Georgia bit her lip, "so much for nicer conversations."
"Sorry."
"Are you okay?"
'I don't know sometimes."
"You're not very happy are you?"
"You have no idea. The past, like, decade I've been sort of…sporadic. I've messed up a lot and I've never felt satisfied. Honestly I've been lonely a lot, it's worse now that my brother and I are in a weird place."
"It sounds like you've had it pretty tough. I'm sorry you've been lonely, but we've all been there, you know?- man I've been there. What's up you and your brother?"
"Oh…I don't know if I should really say anything. It's kind of one of those things that sound crazy when you say it out loud."
Nelson came back for their dinner orders. Georgia ordered a tofu meal as she was a vegetarian, and Fiona also ordered a meatless meal to be polite.
"Peanut butter and Jam sounds crazy when you talk about it, yet it has become pretty common." she flashed Fiona a charming smile.
"Weirdo." I guess it's not really all that personal, just a funny story really, no harm can come from telling it. "Okay, so my brother had an amazing girlfriend. She was pretty, had a gorgeous body, and the best part: her personality. She's intelligent, mature, hard-working, sensible, and fierce- like a tigress."
"Uh-oh. I see where this is going."
"Yes, I've obviously fallen for her. I asked him to break up with her."
"Wow."
"Yea, and he agreed."
"He did? Why?"
"Well, you know how before I said my behavior is very sporadic? Well, I guess that's a nice way to say crazy- my family has been really worried about me. I'm sort of notorious for…let's say, bringing attention to myself when I get frustrated or upset. I think he was afraid of what I would do if he didn't agree to it."
"Intense. So, it wasn't so much him being nice as it was him being scared?"
"I think that was the main motivation, but we are very close, and he does so much for me. As crazy as I've been, he still treats me with respect. That's love."
"That's sweet. My little sister and I do nothing but bicker. She's really stupid though, always watching 'reality' shows, falling in love with boy after boy, and she cares about shoes more than she does her health. How could I get along with someone like that."
"Hey, I care a lot about shoes too! But I guess you have a point, and those other things are extremely annoying. My brother and I are actually pretty similar. You know we've traveled together, to Paris, London, Dusseldorf, Barcelona. We've lived sophisticated, but isolated lives."
"Shame you guys aren't getting along so well right now. But, hey, you've got a new friend in me, right?"
"Right, I'm lucky you…hit on me." Both girls laughed, and Fiona noticed Georgia was giving an adoring look. "Well, anyway, doesn't it bother you that I like this other girl?"
"No. I like someone else too, actually. I just saw you and thought, 'wow, I have totalk that girl'. You looked so gorgeous, you look amazing now too." Georgia said looking at the part of Fiona's torso that showed above the table. Fiona felt her face heat up a bit, she marveled that getting compliments from girls made her flush, unlike the daily compliments and come-ons she received from her male peers.
Fiona thought she should return the compliment. "You look really sexy in that dress. I had no idea this body was underneath those baggy clothes."
The waiter came by with their food. He had a amused look on his face, and Fiona imagined he must have noticed their blushing and averted gazes. He probably saw a lot of awkward teenagers on dates working in a restaurant.
As he walked away, there was awkward silence between the girls. Fiona started picking at the too-hot food to avoid looking too obviously awkward.
After a bit Georgia spoke, "Thank-you, by they way- for the compliment. My friends always say how hot I would look in 'regular' clothes, but I feel overdone when I get all girly."
Fiona thought about the well-worn flat heel boots that currently covered Georgia's feet and had to stifle a giggle. Those are her idea of girly?
There was great conversation during the meal; Georgia asked her about the places she had visited; Fiona asked about Georgia's school, she majored in music at a nearby university. Fiona then asked about Georgia's music, turns out she was a singer and a pianist. By the end of the meal, they had found they had similar senses of humor, which was laughing over how they couldn't understand straight women, and how desperate teenage boys were to seem cool, among other things.
As the night came to it's end, Fiona wondered what would happen next. She knew that she wanted to go home with Georgia, but had no idea if the other girl was thinking the same. But, having spent the last year living a sexless existence, she would take the chance of embarrassing herself by suggesting they spend the night together.
"I guess I should call my driver. Unless, you wanted to do something else.."
'Well, how would you like to come listen to some of my music; I've got two demos, and a lot more in progress. We have to walk though, I'm an environmentalist, is that okay?"
"Yes, I can walk places too."
"Just making sure."
On their way, Fiona told Georgia about her audition and that her brother made a pianist try and play behind her terrible singing. Georgia reminisced about her own embarrassing moments before she began lessons, and her humiliation when she first had to sing in front of her instructor.
"You're brother has a strange idea about what's best for your social life."
There's something we have in common. "Well, like I said before,, He's afraid I'll 'freak out' again."
"What exactly did you do to make your family so afraid?"
"I don't think I'm ready to tell you yet. It's hard to explain, and to talk about."
"That's fine." There was another awkward pause in their conversation, before Georgia seemed to have a sudden idea. "You know, maybe I can refer you to my instructor if you would really like to learn."
"I don't know, I was just trying to find a place where I could be part of something. But, I do think I have to get some sort of hobby- that might be what my problem is." she laughed when she said it, but honestly she still felt insecure about her life. All the shopping and dining seemed so empty at the end of the day; she loved the feeling of accomplishment she felt after a long day of making costumes for the play.
"Here we are." They were in front of a small little white house, surrounded by many other little houses.
"You live with your parents?"
"No, I rent this house myself. My parents live in a much bigger place a few miles away."
Inside, Georgia put on some coffee and took Fiona to her bedroom. She played her music, which reminded her of Tori Amos, and was very smart; though Fiona still preferred electronic and pop music.
Fiona raised her eyebrow when Georgia poured some rum into her coffee. "A gift from my mother. She figured if she introduced me to the finer uses of alcohol early, I wouldn't drink cheap beer at wild parties- it worked. Though, of course, I never wanted to go to any of those parties anyway."
"I know what you mean."
The girls started sitting closer, laughing louder, and touching each other more often than not. Their relationship was easing from comfortable to intimate until Georgia pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
She pulled away from the kiss and stood up. Smiling, she pulled the dress over her head, revealing her bare breasts and some less-than exciting blue boyish briefs. Her large, full breasts, however, with their dark nipples were more than enough to make up for the manly underwear. They bounced as she approached, virtually hypnotizing Fiona. The warmth of a hand on her chest brought her back to the moment. She herself stood up and looked down at her white-collared shirt, black vest and short grey skirt. It was a lot of clothing to remove- many buttons; so she decided to have a little fun with it.
She jutted out one hip, lifting up one hand to fist in her think, curled hair. She unbuttoned the vest, and threw it to the side. Both girls laughed, but were no less aroused by the silliness of it. She unzipped her skirt in the back and 'sexily' shimmied out. She walked over to let her lover unbutton and remove her shirt. Underneath was a white and pink lacy bra that matched her tiny panties.
Georgia laid her down over her lap, and for a second Fiona thought she was going to be spanked- but instead Georgia undid her bra with her teeth quickly enough to show off her experience. She helped Fiona up to straddle her waist. Once again engaging her in a passionate kiss whilst she fondled he newly-freed breasts. Fiona also reached up to squeeze the other girl's large boobs.
Georgia pulled away and asked, "Do you like to use a strap-on?" Fiona thought about it. She usually liked to be fisted, but it had been so long, and it might be a another long dry-spell afterward. So, she thought she'd let Georgia go all out.
She said yes and removed the last of her clothing as she laid down on the bed. Georgia grabbed the strap-on from the bureau as well as a packaged dildo. As she worked to get everything into place, Fiona played with her nipples in anticipation. Finally she felt a tongue run along her genitals. It didn't take much licking and biting for Fiona's vagina to become sufficiently lubricated.
Georgia laid down and let Fiona crawl over her until she was positioned, then she eased herself down around the dildo. She rocked herself on it, giving Georgia an eyeful of her jumping breast. Georgia reached up to grab her thrusting hips as Fiona reached up to grab and pull at her mussed hair.
Fiona's movements slowed as her thighs began to tire; so Georgia lifted her off and roughly placed her on her stomach before re-entering her. Fiona moaned and gasped as she was fucked in her favorite position.
The friction of the strap-on against her clitoris and the sight of Fiona's uplifted ass and arched back made Georgia thrust faster and faster as her orgasm approached. Before her, Fiona was onslaught with the pleasure she hadn't felt in far too long; she writhed and whined underneath her lover. She felt her legs begin to shake uncontrollably, and her back arched forward and back as her nervous system was hit with over-powering sensation.
Suddenly her legs ceased their shaking. Her thighs were frozen and still, muscles taut from lifting her pelvis up- her orgasm hit her with a loud, breathy "Ah". Shaking once again, her bottom collapsed to join the rest of her body in a trembling, and sweating mess. Her loud panting mixed with her lover's, who had reached her own orgasm when she had seen Fiona's bottom thrust wantonly in the air as she experienced completion.
Fiona vaguely thought how unrefined she must look, laying on her stomach with her legs spread, her mouth open, and dark tendrils sticking to her sweaty face. Though she couldn't bring herself to care too much- she was too exhausted and no one was there to see except Georgia who was probably about to be asleep as well. She fell asleep underneath Georgia's stroking hand wondering if Holly J would ever fuck her like that.