Charlotte

"Charlotte... that's a pretty name."

"Oh ye like it? Helen sounds cute too, I think it fits ye well." She had that little smile that never waned, a feeling of comfort around her that kept me calm. Maybe those eyes had something to do with it too, they never left their stare into mine. It was almost intimidating in a way, like speaking to a super model almost. Yea, she's beautiful if you can't figure it out, and... it was having an effect on me. Not in the forming a puddle kind of way you pervs, more like that nervous tingle when you're speaking to your crush.

"So, you shut yourself in the nearest room to get away from this party too?"

She shrugged. "Ye can say that. Ye know why I was 'ere, and I knows why you in 'ere. Guess tha's one thin' we got in common."

"Yea, I suppose it is." I sighed. Deciding to let gravity take control, I fell back onto the bouncy bed to lay on. Charlotte did the same accompanied with a slight chuckle which was cute. Her auburn hair sort of looked like it was on display, she carried this wonderful scent on her too, like strawberries. Not to mention that glow she inherited as a trait from up above it seems.

"So, that Steve guy. How was his sister?"

"Pfft, what?"

"C'mon dahlin, I want details!" She grinned, scooting closer to me and keeping those curious big blues on me. It was difficult not to laugh, that was an inner struggle I lost immediately. Her cheery manners were infectious, suffice to say.

"Alright, alright. What do you want to know?"

She sort of twirled with her hair, shifting to lean on her side with a second of thought. "Hmm, start with her appearance cuz right now it sounds like ye not sure if ye like wah-men or not."

I snickered. "Wah-men?"

"Ye, wahhhh-min." We giggled for a bit before settling down once more. "Women, sweetheart. I-I hear ye having conflicted feelings or what not about this whole thin' so may as well nip it in the butt."

"Like you did with Abby?" She snapped her fingers rapidly in a frustrated way. "Got it got it. Um, what does it matter how she looks like though?"

"Oh, so it was her personality then?"

I shrugged, "That or the drinks."

"Drinks don't **** ye into things cupcake, they lower yer inhibitions. So a shy girl would suddenly be a not so shy girl. Ye-Ye can't be straight an' make out wit' anuther gal and claim is the ****. What I mean is, a straight girl stays straight sober or not. But a curious girl finds courage to explore when she undah the influence."

I turned my head to her with a puzzled look.

"Wah? I ain't as stupid as I look dahlin, Jus' cuz i'm sexy don't mean ima bimbo."

"I didn't say that." She tapped my side which produced a giggle out of me. "Okay well what about you Charlotte, what kind of women you like?"

"Me? I like... people."

"People?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm open to both side of the crop. People be choosing one side or the other, I would rather have both. Men are a treat but women are sweet too. Ye shud know, you've had both too." I stood quiet, neither nodding or contributing just staring up at the white ceiling. She noticed. "Wait, ye ain't never dun nothin' wit a boy?"

"Admittedly... no. Kind of a virgin on that front."

'But ye fucked that othah girls brains out." I blushed, I mean when you put it that way. "Unless ye don't like being looked at that way, I undahstand."

I shifted up on my elbows. "Huh?"

"Like, sharing yer love with everyone ye can an' all. I can see that being looked at in an awful light. I mean, ye look at me an' ye think, she must be the creme of the crop 'round 'ere! But then ye get to know me an' yer like wow, she's more like the town horse cuz everyone's had a turn to ride her. An' well, they ain't wrong either." It was strange, she didn't seem melancholic but rather just casual, as if she came to terms with her truth.

"That's not a good way of seeing things, you shouldn't feel that way about yourself."

"Why not? Nothin' wrong with gettin' a reputation-"

"Unless it's an awful one."

She sat up and looked at me. "Ye think I'm a whore?"

"Wha-no."

"But I like sex and I've quite a naughty list in my stocking."

"Odd way of saying it but no. You ever think you just like sex?"

She smiled. "Ye ever think ye just like gurls?"

I recoiled a little bit, damn. "That's not the same-"

"It ain't? Seems like two peas in a pod to me." She reached for my hands. "Tell ye what dahlin, you over there figurin' yerself out, I'm 'ere figurin' myself out. Why don't we find out right now?"

"I... just barely met you?"

"That a question, sweet thin'?"

I blushed. "You're a damn tease, you know that?"

"You're a songbird in a cage, i'm just lettin' ye go free."

We stared into each other, hands held together as my heart began to beat faster and faster. What was this, what's going on here? So many questions but here I am sitting with another woman offering me company and a little more.

"You sure this isn't because I stopped you from your sexy time with Abby?"

"To be honest, I kinda just met her today. She's cute but ye was hurtin'."

"That why you picked me?"

"Nope. I like you Helen, and I want to help ye feel better. And am horny, so if it ain't ye is probably gunna be Abby again." She smirked.

"You slut. Fine, nothing wrong with a one time thing."

"Exactly, strangers under the moonlight! We'll probably be a fond memory after tonight an' jus' that!"

"No strings attached."

"Just good ol' fashioned casual lovin'!"

This girl is insane, but what's the worst that can happen with sleeping with a stranger?