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It felt like she had only just closed her eyes before Carla was harshly awoken by someone flinging the other half of the duvet on her. She opened one eye and flinched as the overhead light came on. “Blimey, woman. Turn a lamp on like a normal person,” she grumbled, turning around to look at the culprit.
Lisa, wearing nothing but a thigh length shirt, had her arms over her head in a stretch and Carla took a moment to watch through squinted eyes. Lisa sighed as she dropped her arms and knelt on the bed to give her a kiss. It was soft, and Carla hummed against her lips. “And allow you to go back to sleep? No chance.” Lisa responded. “Come on, gather some motivation.”
Carla rolled onto her front, burying her face into the sheets full of perfume and sweat from a few hours before. “It's too early for motivation. Come back later.”
On queue, Betsy was at their bedroom door in her dressing gown. “Knock knock. Anyone alive?”
“Ugh, how can you be so loud so early?” Carla whined slightly and further burrowed herself into the sheets away from the light. “What happened to the laze about college student that usually lives here?”
“Well I, unlike some, didn’t go out and drink with the other old people at the rovers,” Betsy countered, strolling into the room and opening Lisa and Carla’s shared wardrobe. “I was in bed by 9. You ratted yourself out last right, falling over the shoe rack at 2am.”
“Oi. That wasn't my fault, thank you very much. Someone was impatient to get to bed.” Carla looked over to the corner of the room, Betsy’s eyes following, and they watched Lisa blush and turned her back to them as she fiddled through some drawers.
Betsy’s eyes widened when the penny dropped. “Oh, ew. So gross,” She fake gagged.
“Oi,” Carla called out, throwing Lisa’s pillow at the teenager. “Less of that. What are you looking for anyway?”
Betsy ignored her and continued searching until she found what she was looking for. She pulled a black jacket off the hanger.
Carla sighed and commented, “you better not get that stained again. I was forever scrubbing at it last time.”
“I swear, I won’t eat anything with it on,” Betsy promised. “I just know it will go so well with my shirt.”
Lisa stepped toward Betsy and took the jacket off her. “Love, it’s football, not a fashion show. You have many jumpers in that room of yours.”
Carla looked slightly confused when Lisa automatically slid her hands in the pockets. Then she realised it was same jacket that she wore a few weeks ago when she made Lisa go to the bar with no knickers on. Luckily Lisa came away with nothing and she held the jacket up.
Betsy huffed in outrage. “Mum, where’s the pride? My shirt needs to be seen, a jumper will defeat the purpose. Show some respect to the badge.”
Lisa rolled her eyes at the dramatics and handed her the jacket. “Just be careful this time. Now, go get ready.”
“I’m more ready than Carla,“ Betsy pointed out.
Lisa motioned the teenager toward the door and told her, “I’ll deal with her. You just focus on yourself.“
Betsy pointed a finger at them both and insisted “6 o’clock at the door,” before she walked out.
“One day she will close a bloody door behind her,” Lisa muttered as she closed it herself. She turned around and caught Carla’s cheeky smirk. “What?”
Carla gave her a shrug, letting the duvet fall to below her breast. “Just wondering what your plan is for dealing with me.”
Lisa stopped at the end of the bed and slowly the duvet off of Carla. Her eyes dipped down Carla’s body. On her way, she gave a gentle slap on her bare behind. “Well, as there is no rest for the wicked, perhaps you might join me in the shower?” Lisa started walking backwards and then turned around to take her shirt off.
Carla watched Lisa undress, appreciating the skin on show. “Since you asked so nicely,” she commented with a wink. She got up and followed a giggling Lisa and they disappeared behind the shower curtain.
Unfortunately for Carla it was strictly business. They quickly showered and dressed - Carla in a black dress and Lisa in a hoodie and jeans. They met an antsy Betsy at the bottom of the stairs. The teenager was clad in a blue Chelsea shirt and side bag, with a football scarf over her shoulders and Carla’s jacket in her arms. They took a taxi straight to the train station and Carla managed to nap a couple hours on Lisa’s shoulder. Another couple of hours later and they were getting off a bus down an urban street.
“We could be having a BBQ in the garden right now. Instead, I’m sweating my tits off in London because someone wants to watch a ball be kicked about,” Carla grumbled. Children, seemingly incapable of walking in a straight line, shouted ecstatically to their parents as a man stood outside the football club entrance with a table full of memorabilia. Betsy had steamrolled ahead, blending with the rest of the blue crowd filtering into the grounds of Kingsmeadow.
“Oh, come on. You’ll enjoy it,” Lisa said with an easy smile.
Carla humphed and told her, “football has never been for me. Ryan tried his best to get me into it. That boy had about a dozen posters of Beckham.“
Lisa laughed and stepped out of the way for a group of singing fans. “But that’s the men’s. Women’s football is much more fun.”
“If you say so,” Carla said with a shrug.
Lisa shook her head and grabbed her hand. “Come on, let's go find a good spot.” They walked along the stands and Betsy squealed at the atmosphere. Everyone was in high spirits for a sunny day of football. Carla made sure to get herself a coffee before Betsy directed them to a spot just left of the goal.
Betsy got her phone out and started taking numerous pictures around the stand. “This place is so gay.”
Lisa frowned at her and tutted, “Betsy, you can't just say that.”
Carla looked around, noticing the closely partnered couples mingling were predominantly women. “Well she does have a point. There's also a big rainbow lion behind us.”
“Let’s get a selfie with it,” Betsy demanded and turned her phone toward them.
Carla pressed herself against Lisa and they all smiled. When they had posed for a couple, she kissed Lisa’s forehead. “Also, why are there no seats?”
Betsy leaned against the blue railing in front of them to face Carla and reminded her, “I did tell you those boots were a bad idea.”
Carla pointed at her boots and told her, “these are very comfortable and go well with my dress. Weren’t you the one going on about fashion this morning?”
“Oh my god there they are!” Besty loudly exclaimed, ignoring Carla and joined the crowd to clap as the Chelsea players trailed out of the tunnel. “I’m going to see if I can say hi to the players.”
They both watched Betsy wander down to the pitch to stand with several other girls her age. “So how did she end up supporting a southern team?”
Lisa wrapped an arm around Carla’s waist and kissed her cheek. “Bets would watch Chelsea play all the time with Becky. They were quite a pair in full getup. We took her to Wembley once for a final. She was on cloud nine for nearly a week.”
They both watched the teenager start to chat with the other girls. All had eager smiles on their faces as they bonded over their common interest.
“And now you‘ve brought her here.”
“With you,” Lisa looked at Carla with genuine affection. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with us.”
Carla swallowed the sudden overwhelming feeling in her throat and responded softly, “I can live with that.” She leaned in and kissed Lisa.
Lisa took off her hoodie, leaving her in her own Chelsea shirt.
Carla glanced at it and murmured, “now I’m feeling a little left out now.”
“Would you have worn one?” Lisa asked, tucking in an escaped side back into the waistband of her jeans.
“No, but I could have added some blue to my outfit.” Carla looked at her black boots, black dress with a jacket similar to the one Betsy had commandeered.
Lisa watched her look down at her own outfit and told her, “there’s no clothing policy. But we’ll get you properly fitted for next time.”
Carla raised an eyebrow and tutted, “don’t be so sure. I’ve managed to get to my 50s without being a fan.”
Lisa leaned against Carla’s arm and looked at gave her with a knowing twinkle. “I’m confident we can turn you into a blue.”
”It'll take a lot to convince me,” Carla remarked.
Lisa laughed and claimed flirtatiously, “I can think of a few things.”
Betsy joined them before Carla got express her opinion and started excitingly tell them how Erin Cuthbert waved to her.
After the football, they checked into the hotel and took Betsy to her room first. Besty took one look at the bed and squealed. She jumped on the bed with her arms open and explained. “This is huge!”
Lisa and Carla trailed in after her with Lisa’s buffet bag and dumped it by the bed.
Lisa checked around the room to make sure nothing was out of place before turning to Betsy. “Now, we are trusting you to be responsible. If you need anything, or are going somewhere, let us know first.”
“And no bringing any random fellas either,” Carla piped up from beside the door.
Betsy rolled her eyes and put a hand to her chest. “Mum, I’ll be fine. I have everything I need. I’m going to order a pizza and relax with the tele. I’ll let you know if I need you.”
“Are you sure?” Lisa sighed in slight worry. “Just to the reception? You can still come to dinner with us.”
”I promise, you go have some fun. Now, shoo. Let me have my evening of peace.” Betsy started directing Lisa to the door.
Cara chuckled, “Charmin, that.” She took herself out into the hallway with a loud, “remember, no boys. Or girls.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. Behave yourselves - don’t make me have to come get you.”
Lisa looked mildly offended and told her, “it’s just dinner, not a booze up in the city.”
Carla, on the other hand, just gave Betsy a kiss on the cheek and said, “alright, love. Have fun.”
“You too. Love you guys. Byeeee.” Betsy closed the door in their faces and the lock turned.
Lisa stared at the door for a moment before she took a deep breath.
“Do you think she’ll be alright?” Carla asked Lisa.
Lisa shook her head but relented, “I think she’s more excited about having a room to herself than anything
”I can still hear you.” Came from the other side of the door.
Carla laughed and called through, “we’re going, we’re going.” She put her hand on Lisa’s arm and looped them together. “Come on babe, let’s see if we can find somewhere that isn’t fast food.”
Hours later, the lift opened and two women stumbled out with rustled clothing and slightly smeared lipstick.
Carla heaved heavily as she tried to get the key card in the lock, hands shaking as she shuddered against the warm, firm body pressed against her back. Wet lips kissed along her neck.
“Fuck,” she hissed as teeth began to nibble at her.
“Having some trouble?” Lisa spoke softly against Carla’s skin. She grinned at the sound of the hotel cars hitting the handle.
Clara huffed and pushed against Lisa, her arse against Lisa’s pelvis. “I’m seconds away from dropping my knickers and this bleedin door won’t open.”
The door finally beeped and Carla hurriedly opened it. Before she could do anything else, the door was closed and she was pushed against it. Lips appeared on hers and Carla wrapped her hands around Lisa’s back. She moaned into the kiss and opened her mouth, welcoming the tongue that gently massaged hers. Her legs opened and a leg slid between.
“Now,” kiss, “how about those knickers?” Lisa spoke against her mouth.
Clara kissed her again and licked the top of her mouth before answering, “get them yourself.” She pulled back slightly and lifted her hands to Lisa’s shoulders. She sighed as Lisa slowly made her way down her neck and the top of her breasts. Lisa’s breath was hot against her skin before she engulfed her nipple.
Carla gripped the back of Lisa’s neck and pressed her breast further into Lisa’s mouth. A string of spit clung to her nipple as Lisa turned to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Carla grinded against Lisa’s leg, further drenching her own knickers. Her movement spread the stickiness along her arse.
Lisa broke away from her breasts and licked the building sweat up between them to Carla’s chin. “Someone seems eager,” she teased against her throat.
“Someone is taking their sweet time,” Carla breathlessly resorted.
Lisa chuckled and brought her in to a slow sensual kiss. She lifted up Carla’s dress and whispered, ”be a good girl and hold this for me.”
Carla’s thighs clenched against Lisa’s thigh at those words. She bit her own lip and took the material from Lisa. She held her dress to her her chest and watched Lisa drop to her knees.
Lisa pulled her knickers away, her arousal clinging to the fabric. Carla hooked her leg over Lisa’s shoulder and begged, “I need you, now.”
Lisa looked up at her and kept eye contact as she licked the wetness on her thigh.
“Babe,” Carla whined as Lisa teased her. Her tongue gradually moved ever closer to her centre before switching thigh. Carla brought her hand down and tangled her fingers in Lisa’s hair and slightly pulled, willing her to move to where she wanted her the most.
Her head knocked against the door at the first swipe against her. She kept her fingers wrapped in Lisa’s hair and chanted her hips forward, chasing the pleasure. Her bare foot pressed into Lisa’s shoulder blade. “Yes, yes.“
Lisa pressed her face further against her as she lapped at her entrance. Her nose nudged against her clit with such pressure that Carla couldn’t do anything but look down at the sight between her legs. Right at that moment, Lisa looked up, eyes dark and her arousal smeared across her cheeks. The sight tipped her over, muscles tensed as she climaxed.
Lisa continued licking her until Carla hissed. She stood up and brought her mouths together. Carla moaned at her own taste and sucked on Lisa’s lip.
After a few minutes, Lisa pulled away and cheekily asked, “are you successfully turned into a blue?”
Carla pretended to think it over and hummed, “I’m yet to be convinced.”
“Don’t tell me I didn’t catch you following Lucy Bronze most of the match,” Lisa stated with a laugh.
“What can I say, she had nice thighs. But,” Carla started walking them to the edge of the bed. “I much prefer yours, preferably around my head.”
Lisa grinned and fell back against the covers, pulling Carla with her by a fist full of her dress. She ran her other hand down to her arse and squeezed with her fingers. She pulled Carla until they were chest to chest and their legs tangled. Carla gasped as her sensitive clit rubbed against Lisa’s jean clad leg.
Lisa let go of Carla and raised her arms to the pillow. “Well, get to it then,” she bit her lip and stared.
Carla leaned down to give Lisa a messy kiss. Teeth clashing as she slid her hands between them to unbutton Lisa’s jeans. She slowly pulled them down and caressed every bit of revealed skin with her lips as she descended to her favourite place. Once the jeans and knickers were off and flung somewhere behind her, Lisa’s thighs were ready to cage her in when she took her first taste. It was divine.