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“Wait, am I your beard or something?” James stands up from the red cotton-covered bed, and looks at the woman he had considered to be his girlfriend, but wasn’t so sure now. “No, nothing like that.” She shakes her head at him to emphasise her point. “But I find women attractive as well,” replies Alice to James, whom she does consider to be her boyfriend. So, you still want me , he wonders, as his hand catches the hair that flops over his forehead before running it through the rest of his hair. “I’m bisexual, yeah. I guess you could call me bi.” She watches his face, waiting for his reaction. “Ok…” is all he says, before turning away. “Please tell me what you’re thinking.” She watches his back, seeing it tense up through outline of his blue jacket. His hands dive into his pockets as he stands facing away from her. “I don’t know what to think. I need some time.” His hand reaches towards the brass door handle. “Are you going to run away again?” She says moving to stand, her question is more of a statement to his ears than a query. His eyes almost glow at her for bringing it up again. “Ali, would you give it a rest? I just need some time to think” She turns away from him, looking out at the trees through her window, as they shed their leaves. “Fine, let me know what you decide this time,” she tells him. “But one thing…” She feels his eyes piercing into her back. “I didn’t decide to be bi, it’s who I am. It isn’t going to change, so if you can’t handle it, tell me now.” As she finishes, she hears the squeak of the door opening, before the thump as it closes behind James. His boots hit the wooden stairs before she sees him storming through the discarded leaves below the trees outside. Pulling on his helmet, his eyes look up at the window, at her, and he is still raging from her comments. He crassly clips down the visor as he continues to look up at her gasping cries, and the tears falling onto her cheeks. She wipes them away before waving her hand in the farewell that she knows that this is. Then, she looks back at the room filled with pictures of their four year relationship. **** Ali pads straight over to the bar while tucking her id back into her clutch bag, noting her phone but refusing to check it again. She makes her way to the front, past the throng of happy couples. She hops in a lady-like way, pulling her dress a little higher as she sits on the barstool and waits for service. But her gaze is immediately drawn to a woman a few feet down the bar, one hip leaning onto the counter. She has dark, wavy hair slipping past her shoulder, but it is her mysterious eyes that hold her attention. The lightest of greens flash out from her black-lined eyes. She’s wearing a long-sleeved black lace top, with only a black bra underneath. Her jeans are tightly fitted, showing the lush Ataşehir Escort curve of her hip down to her slender, toned legs. Her elegant feet are encased in high, black stilettos. One corner of her mouth slips up, causing Ali to blush and focus back on the barman. Thankfully, her wait is short; her low cut dress works well in catching all it pursues, and the barman hands her the JD and coke she wants, while staring down at her good handful-sized C cups. Taking a slow sip through the slim red straw, her gaze moves back to where the woman is, only to find a young drunk man standing in her place. He peers back at her, staring as her mouth pouts around the straw. Sighing and releasing the straw, she taps her heel against the bar, twisting around to look at the crowd gathering around her. She notes a few people, and sees James’ friends and her own old school friends that she feels no need to go talk to at the moment. As she leaves them to enjoy the cheap drinks for tonight’s student night, her phone vibrates against her thigh, making her turn and fish it out to read the text. It’s from James. “I’m sorry for running like you said. Can we meet up in the morning?” She downs the rest of her drink, and orders another from the very helpful barman. Listening to the background music, she sits staring into the mirror of the bar, looking at her reflection through the bottles of alcohol. Her mind runs through everything they have been through together, everything they’ve already overcome together. She picks her phone up, and slowly pushes against the screen, hearing the soft click of her nails against it. She sits, pausing many times, staring at the screen, and then deletes the message. She starts her reply again. “Yeah, I’ve got a lecture at 9 so can you do 10?” She sends the text quickly, before she adds, “Have you decided?” to the message. She drains her drink and picks up her phone again. Looking back up to the bar for another drink, Alice sees the woman from earlier, standing behind her reflection. “Hello,” she says softly in Ali’s ear, leaning over her. “Hi,” Ali replies to the woman in the mirror, watching as she presses her body against her reflected side, before resting on the chair next to hers.The women in the mirror offers her hand to Ali’s reflection. So Alice turns to place her small, blue-nailed hand in the woman’s perfect smooth and soft hand. “I’m Eliza, nice to meet you.” She speaks with a slight accent. “Hi, I’m Alice.” She is still looking downs down at their hands. “Are you okay?” Eliza asks, making Alice look up to see her drawn brows and look of concern. “Yes, sorry it’s been a strange day,” Alice tells her, shaking the cobwebs from her mind and smiling, before being awarded a smile in return. “Sorry to hear that. Anything you want Ataşehir Escort Bayan to talk about” Eliza places her other hand over Alice’s hand. “Nah, it’s boring really.” Alice mentally laughs at herself “Anyway,” she continues, smiling again, “It’s nothing a little drink and dancing can’t cure.” She laughs a little as she finishes. The alcohol starting to pulse through her veins increases her confidence. “A shot, then.” Eliza leans over the bar, her breasts thrusting up and almost escaping her bra, but it’s successful at getting the barman and Alice’s attention. He quickly presents two colourful looking shots in front of both of them. Eliza picks up one shot and passes the other to Alice. “To fun, with drinks and dancing,” she toasts, and quickly downs the strong, acidic drink. Alice echoes her words and action, as her phone vibrates between them, flashing up a message. It’s from James. “10 is good for me. See you then. love you x” A surprising warmth flows through her at the last two words. She looks up, smiling, to see that Eliza has seen the message too. Her face doesn’t share the same face-splitting smile. “Boyfriend?” she asks quietly. “Sort of… Not tonight,” Alice replies, unsure of why she added that. “Want to dance?” Eliza asks, with more of a smile. “Of course, but I’ve just got to send a message. Can I meet you out there?” “Sure, I’ll come looking for you if you get lost.” Eliza walks away, vanishing into the crowd within seconds. Alice turns and accepts another shot from the barman, downing it, and looks quickly at her reflection to see her eyes sparkling. Re-reading the message, she wonders if she should stay. She types a short reply and drops it back into her clutch bag before turning back to the crowd. What am I doing? Alice wonders, looking around to see Eliza dancing with men leering at her but, her focused on Alice. I love him, what am I doing? Alice continues to wonder turning back to the bar and ordering yet another shot. ****  Hours and many drinks later, Alice stands outside a club, sharing a smoke with the now also very drunk Eliza. “So, what did he say?” Eliza asks, passing back the smoke. “Nothing.” Alice takes a long drag. “That’s the point, he ran off again.” “Again?” Eliza is confused and stumbles closer. “Yeah, he ran off last year after I miscarried our baby.” Alice takes another long drag of the cigarette closing her eyes as she slowly exhales fighting her emotions. “Ohh honey, I’m so sorry,” Eliza says against her ear, as she hugs her close. “It’s ok, we worked through it.” She shrugs it off, too drunk to want to go into depth. “But God knows what he would say to me being here with you, drunk, and thinking of how hot you are.” Alice suddenly realises what she has just admitted and blushes. Escort Ataşehir “Does he need to know?” Eliza’s face is inches away from Alice’s. “I mean, its not like you have to report to him, say, if we, for example, got drunk, danced against each other, then shared a kiss…” She continues kissing the corner of Alice’s mouth. “I don’t know,” Alice says, quietly staring into Eliza eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip and watches Eliza’s gaze flick down to her mouth again. “Or if I kissed your bottom lip better,” she continues, leaning forward and kissing that exact spot. Alice’s thoughts running wild, the need to have this woman, to explore her, experience her, but, the thought of crossing that line. Cheating is a dirty word for Alice, having seen her father do it time and again to her mum, she doesn’t want to be like him. But are we together, her thoughts wondering again, he ran off again, but messages with ‘love you’ at the end. Why would he say that if he does want me, want us, still. “Or deepened it…” Eliza sucks Alice’s lip into her mouth, sliding her tongue over it, tasting the alcohol and smoke, but also the cherry-flavoured lipstick covering her lips. Eliza lips move, covering Alice’s. Alice’s tongue makes its move, and mates with Eliza’s, opening her eyes as she finds and traces her tongue-piercing with the tip of her own tongue. They stand locked in their embrace. Alice’s hands run up to Eliza’s hair, stroking the soft waves and then gripping it. Eliza keeps her lips plastered to Alice’s, and her hands have travelled the lush journey from her shoulders to her breasts, pinching Alice’s erect nipples through her tight fitting dress. “Can I taste you?” Eliza asks as they come up for air briefly. Alice’s feeling in the middle of a life crisis but blunt with the alcohol. “I thought you already were,” she says, and runs her tongue back over Eliza’s lips. “I want to taste these lips.” Eliza slides her hand down to Alice’s crotch. And she doesn’t stop, she runs her hand down to the hem of Alice’s dress. Slipping cold hands up Alices inner thigh, she continues to whisper, “I want to press my lips against these ones.” Her hands slips up as Alice spreads her legs, and Eliza presses against Alice’s panties. “I want to explore every warm depth of this with my tongue.” Eliza’s finger slides under one side of her panties. ”What do you say, Alice?” Her nail finds Alice’s clit and flicks it, making Alice shudder. Alice presses her lips over Eliza as the erotic images of this beauty worshipping between her legs pushing away any other thoughts. “Yes,” Alice pants out as her adrenaline kicks in. “Not here, though.” “I know a place,” Eliza says, as she slides her hand out of Alice’s panties and quickly sucks the moisture from her fingers. “Follow me and quickly.” Alice grabs her hand and half-walks, half-runs with Eliza, both of them giggling and watching the other’s breasts bouncing. Eliza turns quickly, dragging Alice down into an alleyway. “Here.” Eliza says moving behind her to kiss her neck. Alice surveys the area, a small dimly lit alley, barely wide enough for two people abreast.

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