***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
Meeting in a coffee shop on a bright, sunny weekend, Carrie Harper, 19, sits with Mia Milosevic, 20, for a catch-up. Courteously, Carrie asks, "How's things?"
Mia replies, "Things are okay, I guess. I'm still working. I know I was left a fortune, but, if it wasn't for that job, I wouldn't have got to meet Cliff in the first place, so I feel like it's the best thing for me. I know he would encourage me to continue, but maybe not working quite so hard. I just don't have anything else. Tiffany is a bit harsh at times with the work we have to do, but it's fair, because it pays off, massively. It's all good in the end.
"What about you?"
Carrie confides in her friend, "I'm at the studio. Thanks for that, by the way. It feels so good every time I'm on cam. I even did a show for Dad, like, he showed it to me when I was staying with him, and I fucked him," chuckling cheekily as she adds, "A few times now."
Mia looks less than impressed at the admission, making it clear to her friend, "Those weren't good times for me. I was abused by Dad, and taken advantage of by Owen. I literally should've known better. Just saying."
Carrie comprehends her friend's warning, telling her, "We're both completely on-board with it. When he first saw me work, he was so clever with it, like, he used the fact that I didn't know who it was to his advantage, and I got comfortable with him, realising that we're both adults with needs, so, like, we help each other."
Mia confesses, "I have a secret relationship with Mom. She is so supportive of me, and really helps with Kisha. She's looking after her now. Have you met her at the studio? Aniya?"
Carrie nods as she sips her coffee, saying, "Oh, yeah. We've met in the break room, but I sorta, like, keep myself to myself when I'm not performing, and I do solo cam, so I don't work with her. Now I know who she is, that might change?"
Mia laughs a little, "Yeah. I know sex on-cam isn't like normal sex, but she is so good. She really knows what she's doing."
Carrie curiously asks, "Do you watch her regular?"
Mia replies, "I'm usually working, but I have done when on my own; well, when Kisha has been put to bed." She asks to confirm with her friend, "So, you have a regular thing going with him?"
Carrie explains, "Sort of, like, a friend of mine is seeing him, and they're pretty serious about it, like, it's really sweet. Seeing how they are together, and hearing from both of them, it's, like, adorable. But, fuck... sometimes, I just need cock in me, and, like, I don't really have anyone else."
Mia advises, "You need to get out there. I get it that having something that is easy feels okay at the time, but it isn't. Things just get too... fuck, um... muddy? Complicated, because it's too close to home, and it doesn't end well. Like, your friend; Tracey or Lillie?"
Carrie answers, "Lillie."
Mia continues to advise, "Lillie is having really strong feelings for him, and that's great, but if she knows you are doing it behind her back, she's going to feel betrayed, and hurt, and she might not forgive you; like, ever. Get it?"
Carrie sighs, "Fuck... You're right... Shit..."
Mia drinks her drink, and says, "Don't feel bad. I know how good it can feel. Hard to deny, right?"
Carrie chuckles a little, "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." Having a thought cross her mind, she proposes, "You were my first time, and, you've got a thing for girls? I like you. Why aren't we a thing?"
Mia looks taken aback, "Are you asking me out?"
Carrie coyly chuckles, "Would that be a bad thing?"
Mia stares into space as she thinks things through, "I don't really like girls like that... Thinking back, I have been with a few, and... it has been good... Great, even... but... I will always want a guy for, you know..."
Carrie concedes, "I get that," suggesting, "I have a strap-on," which turns the head of a nearby customer at another table, stared down by the petite teen so as to get them to mind their own business.
Mia mulls over the offer for a moment, deciding, "That is interesting. I do like you. I remember feeling close when we were together before."
Carrie tells her, "You awakened something in me; way before we ever, like, did anything. It could be interesting."
Mia blushes a little, staring into the silkiness of her coffee, admitting, "Feeling lonely all this time... I'm actually turning on to it... This could be our first date," sharing in laughter with the cute, petite teen across from her.
Carrie checks out Mia's bodacious, bulging figure, feeling that warm fuzzy feeling that seems to calm the nerves and excite the extremities in equal measure, reminding her, "Second date, if you count that basement?"
Mia becomes more still and serious, saying, "I don't want to be reminded of that time; for my sanity."
Carrie reaches out, caressing her friend's hand, comforting her, "Hey, it's okay. That was a tough time, but it's not all bad. Like, it was great connecting with you. I won't mention it again if it makes you feel bad."
Tense, Mia tells her friend, "I did kinda bring it up, so that's on me. That is something we share, so, it can't be avoided really. Just want to move on from it, like, fuck, we have this nice time now together. It would be nice to start fresh."
Carrie accepts, "Of course. That's a great idea. This will be a much nicer memory."
Mia brushes her hair shyly, mumbling, "Yeah, I guess..."
Carrie chuckles, "Look at us; couple of shy girls getting cosy in a coffee shop. Could be considered, like, romantic?"
The couple share a couple of cute looks, unable to keep each other's gaze for more than a brief moment at a time, giving into bouts of blushing laughter. Their chests flutter, and bellies churn with the anticipation of each other's touch, compounded by the warmth of the coffee, with caffeine and adrenaline bringing them closer, and hotter, and clammy, and inhaling the sour, acidic tinge on their breaths as they drink each other into a deep kiss over the table.
One of the coffee shop workers comes over to interrupt the teen couple's coupling, politely asking, "Can you please refrain from doing that? Some of the other customers are feeling uncomfortable. Could you at least be more discreet?"