Charinah

Charinah

Charity and Hannah sat on the edge of the bed, each holding the other's hand.

"Are you ready?" Hannah asked, her trust filled sky blue eyes shone in the flickering light from the candles.

"Yep, you got the stuff?" Asked Charity.

It was Charity's first time with another girl, she could feel the excited fire burning within her, which contrasted beautifully with the cold dread she felt- Charity had no idea if she would regret it- but she was going to enjoy it; she knew that for sure.

Hannah kissed Charity's rosy lips, stroking her face. Slowly, she moved her head down, sliding off Charity's blazer, then her own. She lifted Charity's jumper and shirt off, gasping at the sight of her underneath those bulky clothes. Her figure made something tighten within herself, and they each began to feel adrenaline pumping through their veins.

Hannah kissed her again, deepening, her tongue dancing with Charity's.

They moaned with passion- their mouths working together like clockwork.

Charity pulled away. Startled, Hannah looked up through her flame like hair to see the other girl sitting with her fingers pressed against the bridge of her nose.

"It's not you.. Not at all, I just.. " She couldn't finish. She could feel her love and list for Hannah but had started thinking of Jake, her ex again. He abused her, called her names and treated her like shit; and yet she also still loved him. He'd tried to make her go back to him several times but Charity knew better now. Jake was no good for her, she had Hannah now and she was happy- Hannah made her feel beautiful, sexy, and human.

He acted as though she were an object, useless, and made it seem as though she were lucky to be his bitch.

"I don't know what you see in that boy, Chas", Hannah murmured into her ear, snapping her back to reality.

Charity turned to face her, and embraced her, drinking in her sweet scent.