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?Another Open day? Was London not enough for you???But Mum, the whole school is going. It?s just to Belfast for the day. It won?t cost anything. You just have to sign the permission slip.?Charlotte?s mother sighed with exasperation and scrawled her name on the photocopied slip of paper while muttering about how they hardly seemed to be in school these days.The next morning, most of the Upper Sixth were gathered in the playground at 7:30 am and being shepherded onto buses chartered for the day to take everyone to the Open Day at Queens University in Belfast. Neither Charlotte nor Emma were remotely interested in any of the courses at Queens but a day off school and a free bus trip to Belfast were reason enough. The plan was simple. Get off the bus at the University, walk in through one entrance and out the other and hit the record shops and Fresh Garbage for some new clothes and be back on the bus at 3 pm and home in time for tea.They stood in the Good Vibrations record store flicking through the C section, searching for Cure records they didn?t already have.*?Ten pounds for a 12 inch? Are you taking the piss??The guy behind the desk looked up at the 12? extended remix of Boys Don?t Cry that Emma was waving in the air. He shrugged.?If you don?t want to pay a tenner, someone else will. We don?t hold onto Cure records for very long.?Charlotte wanted to take the record out of Emma?s hand and walk up to the desk and buy it but her money was limited. She was still trying to buy her guitar back and she?d also just seen a poster on the wall.?Emma, where?s the Ulster Hall???It?s just around the corner,? the guy behind the desk offered.?Why?? Emma queried.?Look. The Mission are playing there in February, as part of the Deliverance Tour. We should go.??How are we going to afford that? Plus there won?t be any buses running to it. They only run a bus for big gigs.?Charlotte sighed.*?Yeah, I suppose you?re right.?After another forty-five minutes browsing through the album stacks and coveting everything from The Cure to the Sisters of Mercy, with the Mission and Fields of the Nephilim in between, they reluctantly headed down the road to Fresh Garbage. Charlotte had loved shopping here during the summer with Fiona and was determined to show Emma just how cool it was.*Emma headed off to the changing room with a handful of tops and dresses to try on. Charlotte was trying to decide which flavour of joss stick she should buy when the bell above the door jingled and a familiar face walked in. Charlotte looked up just in time to make eye contact with the black-haired girl in the doorway. The girl smiled and Charlotte could Ümraniye Escort see her trying to place where she knew Charlotte from.?Oh hi, you. We met in Lavery?s during the summer. You?re Charlotte, aren?t you? I hardly recognised you.?It all came flooding back. She was the girl who had taken pity on her when Fiona had disappeared for ages in the bar.?Hi, Chloe??The girl stepped forward and hugged Charlotte.?So nice to see you again. I presume you?re here for the Open Day.?Charlotte grimaced. They had been ordered to wear their school uniforms and Charlotte died a thousand deaths inside as she saw Chloe appraising the yellow blouse and brown jumper and skirt ensemble.*Charlotte grinned. ?It?s an anti-boyfriend design. They make us look so fucking ugly no one will touch us.?Chloe smiled and leant in closer.*?I don?t think it works.??Ah hmmm.? A very loud cough from the direction of the changing rooms interrupted them.They turned to see Emma wearing a leather and lace gothic dress.?What do you think???I like it,? Chloe told her. ?Very Patricia Morrison.?Emma cursed in frustration and stomped off back to the changing room. Everyone used to say how much Fiona looked like Patricia Morrison from the Sisters of Mercy and Emma hated anyone ever saying she looked like her sister.Charlotte and Chloe watched her go, then Chloe nodded at the poster for the Mission?s gig in the Ulster Hall that was blu-tacked to the window.?Are you going??Charlotte sighed.?I?d love to, but Emma doesn?t think there?ll be any buses running and I don?t know anyone who lives here so? I don?t think so.??I live here.?Chloe shrugged as she looked at Charlotte.?I?m sure I could fit you on my sofa or wherever for one night.?She dug around in the pockets of her coat then pulled out a notebook and scrawled her name and phone number on it.?Take it anyway. You never know when you might need it.?She smiled when Charlotte took the piece of paper.?Anyway, I only called in to take my friend to lunch so see you later, maybe.?Charlotte watched as a tall girl with blonde hair came out of the back of the shop, kissed Chloe on the cheek and the two of them headed off, arm in arm down the street. Emma came back, having decided that she didn?t like any of the clothes so the two of them trudged back to the university to meet up with the rest of their class.Charlotte stared out of the window of the bus as it headed home through the rain. She had liked meeting Chloe again. She remembered how nice she?d been to her that time in the bar and she did look very cute with her upturned nose, big brown eyes and long black hair. But Fiona Ümraniye Escort Bayan was going to be home for Christmas soon and at the thought of her, Chloe disappeared out of Charlotte?s head.Charlotte marked another day off the calendar. No days left. Fiona would be arriving home in the next couple of hours. The postcards from London had dried up over the past few weeks but Charlotte figured that was just because Fiona?s college life had got a lot busier. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Her fingers slowly traced a line down her neck and over the tee-shirt she wore as a nightshirt. Just thinking about Fiona had already made her nipples hard and a soft moan escaped her lips as her finger traced the outline of the nipple poking through the material.She glanced at the clock. She?d another ten minutes or so before she needed to get up. She bit her lip and lifted her hips, quickly pulling down the black cotton panties she?d slept in and spread her legs open with the panties around her ankles. Her fingers crept down below the hem of her tee-shirt and over her smattering of brown curls.*She knew she was soaked already. She?d woken up thinking about Fiona. When she dragged her middle finger through her slit, the little bursts of pleasure caused her legs to close and press her knees together. She pictured Fiona kneeling between her legs, she could visualise Fiona dragging the flat of her tongue along her dripping pussy and swirling it around and around her aching throbbing clit.*?I?m such a needy little bitch,? Charlotte whimpered to herself as she pushed two fingers inside. The heel of her palm ground against her clit as she imagined Fiona taking her, fucking her, using her. The thought of Fiona smearing her cum over Charlotte?s face as Fiona rode her bound body was too much and Charlotte greedily fucked herself to orgasm before her Mum could bang on the door to tell her to get up.Charlotte licked her fingers clean before rolling out of bed and stepping out of her panties. She pulled on her school uniform and contemplated the plan for that evening. With a half-day at school, there was plenty of time to get ready before heading to the gig in the Alleyman?s and with everyone coming home for the Christmas holidays it promised to be a good night meeting up with them all.The last class of the morning was Art and the teacher had recognised that he was not going to get much work out of them so he told them they could work on their sketchbooks but as long as the noise didn?t get too loud, they could talk among themselves. Emma and Charlotte were busy discussing Escort Ümraniye plans for the evening when Deirdre appeared at their table.?Err? Hi.?Emma slowly raised her head. Emma and Deirdre had been friends for years before they?d fallen out. It had started over Charlotte sleeping with Emma?s sister, Fiona. Then Emma had chosen to ask Charlotte for help as she didn?t want Deirdre to find out about the abortion she?d had. As a result, Deirdre had cut all ties with the pair of them.?Hi, Deirdre. You alright??Deirdre stood looking really uncomfortable, twisting a pencil between her fingers.?I?ve missed you, both of you.?Emma stuck out her foot and pushed a stool towards her.?Have a seat,? she said, smiling.Charlotte rang the doorbell of Emma and Fiona?s house. Their Mum answered and just nodded for her to go on upstairs. Emma and Deirdre were already in Emma?s room and the smell of hairspray would knock you out. Charlotte got a flashback to her first weekend in Strabane and waited expectantly for Fiona to stick her head into the room, much like she had that time before.?Just like old times,? Deirdre smiled as she handed Charlotte a bottle of cider. Since it was snowing outside, they?d decided to risk drinking in Emma?s room rather than freezing their tits off hiding down the industrial estate drinking their carry-out booze before heading to the pub.?So,? Charlotte wondered. ?Did Fiona get back ok??Emma snorted. ?Yeah, she?s back but acting as weird as fuck.? She shrugged. ?She?s away out at the minute but said she might see us in the bar later.?Charlotte nibbled her fingernail as she wondered what might happen if Micheál and Fiona were both in the bar. ?Fuck,? she thought. ?Why couldn?t Fiona have been here so they could have reunited in private.?The blast of heat when they opened the door of the Alleyman?s bar was like a furnace. They had staggered and slid their way along the road, cursing the council for not salting the roads or footpaths. The snow had stopped but the temperature had dropped and the girls giggled and clung to each other to stop themselves from slipping as they headed to the bar.Once inside, Charlotte scanned the room. There was no sign of Fiona but she saw Micheál and Stephen and a couple of other heads talking by the poker machines. The night of the Formal, when Micheál managed to get cum in Charlotte?s eye and on her borrowed dress was still fresh in Charlotte?s mind as she watched Micheál make his way over.*She knew it was now or never. With Fiona back for the best part of three weeks, Charlotte knew she wanted to spend every available minute with her and Micheál would just get in the way. There was nothing for it, she was going to have to tell him.She hated this. She was a natural coward and hated confrontation. Back in Liverpool, she would usually slowly become disinterested until the other person gave up and disappeared on her. She didn?t have time for this trick here.