Sealed with a kiss

Alice was hoping to catch up to Catherine in the changing rooms, because she can't go anywhere dressed in wet swimwear, can she? But when Alice went from room to room, the showers to the loos (ironically the search she found herself reluctantly agreeing to earlier, was now her own personal choice), there was no trace of the athletic sister.

Obviously there were occupied cubicles she couldn't see through, but the voices inside certainly weren't the voice she'd been hearing all afternoon. And the cartoon childish belongings she could see underneath were not Catherine's style either.

She'd given up rather miserably, working on excavating herself from her own swim attire. Then her eyes fell on the corner cubicle from before. It was occupied, somebody was dressing inside and there wasn't a child with them. The belongings looked like something Catherine might own.

But dominantly on the basis that that is where she was found before (Alice pointedly ignoring the extra detail of what she was doing in there), the redhead decided it was worth a shot. She knocked a couple of times and then questioningly called out. "Catherine?"

"Sorry sweetpea, ain't a Catherine here" was the response of the southern accented woman behind the door.

"Oh, sorry to have disturbed you ma'am" Alice replied, not realising how hopeful she'd been despite knowing the likelihood was slim from the start.

"I'm all done in here, it's all yours if you want it honey" The woman offered, unlocking the cubicle door.

"Oh no need, there's plenty of other cubicles that are free. Thank you though" Alice took a step away, but then the door swung open and a fast and strong grip pulled her behind it.

"I insist sugar" The woman smirked, or Catherine as Alice now realised. Before she can comment on her humourous impression, understanding that imitation seems to be a shared skill in Callum's family, she's pushed against the wall. Catherine invaded her space, trapping Alice with her taller frame and leaning in until their breath mingled.

Alice was nervous all of a sudden. More nervous and unsure as she'd ever been. More excited than she's ever felt. "I thought you'd gone."

Catherine shook her head. "I was waiting. I knew you'd come.”

Was Alice too predictable, or was Catherine a psychic? That was one hell of a gamble for her to take. Alice might have kept swimming. She could've easily chosen a different cubicle in a different section of the changing room. The odds on Alice tailing after her and finding the sister here, could‘ve won Catherine a fortune.

But her focus completely moved past that as Catherine stroked a finger over her flushed cheek. “Why were you waiting for me?” Alice knew the answer, anybody with a brain cell would know the answer to that. She ought to be putting a miles distance between herself and Catherine as this juncture.

Those eyes made it impossible. And furthermore, Alice was done denying to herself what she had known all along. She wanted everything that Catherine had been subtly promising, and some. She'd have let the older girl kiss her in the middle of the pool in front of her boyfriend. And she's been her putty since the first touch hours ago, in front of this very cubicle.

She's never had these feelings for a girl before. She knew she was bi, which just equalled to having both boy and girl crushes. Only boys have shown interest in her, and Alice hadn’t asked anybody out in her life. But these feelings were strong enough that she'd like to change that.

There's no doubt she'd have accepted the relationship if Catherine had got in first. Alice was swooning and completely all over the place for this girl. But that's not what's being proposed. Alice was already with someone, this very girl's brother. What happens here puts every shred of decency to bed.

Alice expected her to respond verbally, but Catherine goes ahead and answered with her lips in a different way. She brushed her nose past Alice's, on her way to locking mouths with her.

Catherine's plan was to not let her think. The more time the redhead had to reflect, the more unlikely this tryst becomes. She'd afforded a few moments, simply because she herself was taking in Alice's beauty. Callum has never had a better girl than this, particularly on the eye.

The moment she poked her head out the cubicles to spy on her, Catherine knew she wanted her. She couldn't be sure that this girl was on the phone to her brother or not, if it hadn't have been her brother Callum she'd have had Alice there and then. She had tried to fight today, harder than ever...but he only went and dated an angel didn't he?

No returning from this now. And this shift inside her turned focus from prevention to proaction. Alice wanted her, if she didn't she wouldn't be here. So Catherine gets to have Alice, and Alice gets to have her. It was more complex than that, but Catherine no longer cared.

Alice doesn't take long to decide to kiss her back. And after that it was bon voyage to anything that tried to cut their time short.

Catherine could've had her in every which way, safely locked inside the cubicle. Not completely safe to be honest, it would've been a mighty cacophony for the ears on the other side of the door. She'd tried to be quiet before with the blonde girl, and she still got somewhat caught out.

Alice was already half-naked, but she'd have to put clothes on in order to move to a more suitable place to take them all off. That would certainly give Alice time to reconsider, without lust or pleasure to cloud her mind.

Catherine's instincts were screaming to do it here and now. Unfortunately or fortunately for her chances, Catherine has a functioning brain. And her brain knows all that's going to happen is they're going to get caught, reported, banned and maybe some over more severe punishment. She was able to get away with fellatio, but mind-blowing sex?

Alas, Alice would get time to reflect if they stopped. So what's the compromise? Catherine had to find out what the deal with her brother is, before conjuring any other plans.

They hadn't stopped making out for a straight five minutes, and not even Catherine had the mental capacity to pull her lips away. With semi-attached lips, Catherine mumbled out "So...where's my bro at now..." Straight back to kissing, just to be on the safe side.

Alice needed to answer herself, so the lip pressure alleviated to grant speech. "I told him we're not going home together. So I assume he's gone to catch the bus...if he hasn't..."

"Screw him" perhaps not actually what Alice was about to say, but that's what it equates to in Catherine's mind. "I'm parked right out front, lots of people will be leaving together at this time, we'll just blend in."

The background noise of chatter and excitement was evidence that Catherine was speaking sense. And really what can Callum really say, Alice wanted a lift home and Catherine would be the driver to do it. He doesn't need to know that the journey probably wouldn't take her there directly.

"I'll have...to get changed..."Alice gets out around Catherine's mouth.

"No need" Catherine smirked into the kiss. "You can wear my sweater, I can put my T-shirt on. Leave the bottom halves as they are. Trust me, we won't be the only people leaving half-dressed, and we'll be in the car in a few minutes."

Alice only agreed because she was impatient to have this continue. She didn't want to think anymore. Thinking won't stop these feelings, just temporarily hold them back. "Go grab them then"

In seconds really, they vacated the cubicle, and ransacked the locker. Women gave them curious or disapproving looks, which all went ignored as they threw the items over heads, slotting the clothing into place. Alice momentarily took in Catherine's smell on the sweater.

A smell unlike Callum. Callum was a Lynx wearing, shampoo kind of guy. His smell was of chemicals and laboratory substances, meaning his true smell rarely comes through. When it does it's quickly replaced by sweat.

Catherine had an aura of conditioner and body moisturizer, but her true smell came through fine. It's partly why she was often too close to Catherine throughout the hours of swimming. And now she was getting it in full concentrated from from the sweater.

It was divine.

"There’s plenty more what that came from" Catherine teased, moving up behind Alice and embracing her. She extra teased her by taking the sweater, then rolling it over Alice's head and down to her chest. She effectively half-dressed Alice in her, stopping to allow the redhead to feed her arms into their allotted holes. She enjoyed the last few moments of Alice's smooth abdomen, before taking her hand away and letting the rest of the sweater be adorned.

Catherine already had her T-shirt on, which probably happened whilst Alice was busy breathing in Catherine like oxygen. Her shirt was tight on her body to begin with, and because Catherine hadn't fully toweled herself properly, there were wet patches. So Alice saw a lot of the dark-haired girl still, perhaps drawing even more attention to her assets than when she had only her swimwear on.

Catherine nearly had to push Alice along to get her moving in the direction of the door, electing to lug both her own swimbag, and Alice's bag, on the way out. The latter enjoyed the feeling of Catherine's arm wrapped around her middle, so much that she let Catherine shuffle them around despite it not being easy to both carry heavy bags, and push her along at the same time.

"I don't think you’re letting me let you go, are you?" Catherine softly chirped into her ear.

"You’re so warm, and I fit so well here" Alice justified. "Don’t complain now."

"Well I haven’t taken my arm away, so who's complaining" Catherine pinched Alice lightly the hip, getting a squeak and a deliberate misplaced foot upon her own. Catherine groaned slightly in pain, but enjoyed Alice's smile too much to even contemplate a sour remark.

Far too quickly for both their liking, they made it to Catherine's station wagon. The older girls pride and joy, because of the plentiful room in the back. The open space called for their attention, but Catherine needed to get to a more secluded area before they'd inhabit that space.

Settling into the drivers side, Catherine turned to her passenger and soaked in the view. "You know, this car was already great when I parked here, but it's never looked better now that we're leaving."

"Very smooth" Alice feigned an unimpressed tone, but her cheeks shone red despite the act.

"Where'd you live, Sugar" Catherine asked in her southerners voice again.

"I only live three blocks away actually, Maine Road."

"That's perfect. I know exactly a route back to there" Catherine replied.

"Back?" Alice voiced her bafflement.

Catherine left out a response, as she put the car into gear and drove away from the car lot. Alice watched as they travelled away from her residential area, past the college, and out of town completely.