Job

I got the job. Come September I'll be working Saturday and Sunday every weekend. It's going to be a lot of work, but it means I might just be able to get through the first year without touching my maintenance fee. It also means I'll be saying goodbye to my (already minimal) spare time for at least 4 months. Not a huge loss, I'll find other times to get off in.

Yesterday in London I bought a dress. It paid for itself. London was humid so I changed into the dress and the looks I got varied between "oh my God, what did she do?" and "oh my God, gotta have me some of that." 3 guys tried chatting me up. One suddenly noticed my pride bracelet, stared at the bracelet, looked at me and the conversation went something like this:

"oh, erm...Is that..? So.. Are you... ? Right... I erm... I'd better... So.. yeah." This was accompanied with pointing at me, him, the bracelet and our general surroundings. The look on his face was priceless.

Rare Hope

I do have a reason for being up at this rather absurd hour. Today I'm going shopping in London with my mum. As I tell friends, I'm this rare breed of teenager who doesn't hate her parents, siblings or the world. Anyway, while I go and spend a ridiculous amount of money on things I really don't need, you all have a lovely day.

Maybe I can buy underwear and bras.

Interview

I think my interview went well. They called me an hour and 15 after I'd left because the woman she thought would be good to supervise me is going on holiday soon, so I had my second interview today too. Not bad going. I got on much better with the supervisor woman than with the human resources woman. Because she was a bitch. She didn't know the course i was doing and when I tried to explain what you do (6 subjects, with english, maths, a science and a foreign language compulsary) and that we have to do community service. She freaked. When I told her I wanted to keep my other job until christmas I think she had a minor stroke. Still I must have done something right.

I don't think it was awful at any rate, but it wasn't the job I applied for, so if I get it I'll be working all weekend. 10 hours Saturday and 9 hours Sunday. I could use £90 a week... Fingers crossed.

And Just To Say

A more general note, I have my interview tomorrow. I could really use the money, so I hope get it. Also good luck to Lexy and Saboo and anyone else who needs it.

What You Want

If I was there my mouth would slowly kiss your delicate skin, starting at the underside of the knee. On the really delicate skin my moist lips gently nip at you sending tingling sensations all the way up your leg. Slowly my lips kiss the inside of your thigh and you know it tickles, but you're too distracted to really notice much at all. A little bit at a time, I move up your leg; my tongue teasing your skin and the only thing you feel is the blood pulsing through you. You can feel the pumping sensations with every touch and the higher up your leg I get the more sensitive the skin is. My fingers trace out the path where my mouth will touch you. I can hear you, your breath is speeding up as my mouth touches the very top of your leg. You squirm a little from the anticipation. My finger runs down the center of your underwear very gently; anywhere else, you'd hardly feel it but here, its like an explosion just hit you. My index fingers gently run down the side of your thighs and I softly kiss the material so you can feel my lips on yours. You can hardly breathe.

My fingers run down the side of your underwear skimming your skin ever so softly. I can hear you moan a little, a tiny shaky moan, you have no chance of controlling your breath. I peel away your soaked underwear. You've been wanting this for a long time. I stop and admire your beautiful body. My middle finger traces the line from your belly button to your lips and I let my hand rest on top of your pubic bone. As I turn my head slightly my hair tickles your leg, but you really don't notice this time because my tongue glides softly across your clit. Very gently I kiss it, the tip of my tongue lightly plays with it. I run my finger across your hot, wet clit and you gasp, hard. Softly my tongue strokes you, before moving down and letting the tip of my tongue swirl in your cum. Very gently the tip snakes inside you. Only for a brief moment. I use my tongue on your clit, I can hear you moaning. Your fingers dig into the sheet before grabbing hold of my hair and wrapping your fingers round the short strands. In time to running my tongue down your clit, one of my fingers trails in your hot cum and very gently slips inside you: you gasp. You pull on my hair and I gently moan. The vibrations from my mouth are all yours. You're shaking, more than shaking, your body is releasing the pleasure in tiny spasms. With each one you gasp and with each gasp you get louder. You cant form words, but the noises are beautiful. All the while my tongue is giving you some of the best sensations you could wish for and my finger is gently exploring you. Feeling the soft, smooth skin inside you, the slightly ribbed contours further in. I can feel you loosing control, the muscles are clamping down on me, your breath is getting faster and faster. You don't notice but you're pulling my hair harder than you mean to. I like it. I softly moan sending even more vibrations through you until you clamp down on my finger, your whole body tenses and arches and you release one final breath before you collapse in a dizzy bliss.

Go on, deny it.

Foursome

Four people, no clothes, one camera, endless combinations.

That's some quality amateur porn right there.

I'm only bringing this up because apparently people are thinking that Sara and I are having regular orgies with my very good friends James and Lexy. It's an interesting theory.

I'm going to give that some real good thought... I can see why people would assume that. It's rare for people to be as frank as I am with James when they're not fucking, but I am generally a very frank person. Obviously Sara and I get plenty of attention, we are undeniably a couple. As are James and Lexy, they frequently interrupt a conversation by playing tonsil tennis. It's fairly antisocial, but it's fine. I'm very close to Lexy and we have been known to straddle each other, grope each other, lick each other, lie in one anothers boobs and have easily 3 hours on the phone to each other each night. Sara and James are great friends too, and hug* at least 500 times a day. It's very cute. Lexy and Sara are also getting very close.

Can't say I'm surprised that people made assumptions.

*Hug - James pounces on Sara and strangles her stomach until she can shake him off

Uni Prep

More uni preparation. Looking at how much I can earn before I go. Turns out, a fair bit. I will hardly need to touch my maintenance loan for accommodation and I plan to live on my wages as far as food is concerned. I will literally pay my own way through uni. I will work for all the money I use apart from tuition fees where I'll have to use a loan. I've picked my accommodation. It's one of the most expensive ones, but I can afford to do it, if I get the other job. If not, I can still afford it, but not to the same extent. There will be a little more debt involved, but nothing I couldn't pay off within a few months on a waitress wage, whilst still surviving on it. Not bad going.

Mood Swings

Soft skin against mine. Her skin smells like a hot, stale day makes you feel when you take the first gulp of an ice cold drink. Amazing. I gently kiss the nape of her neck. My hand runs up the back of her head; fingers intertwined with her soft hair. Her eyes are shut. I look at her eyelashes, so close to her face I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her eyes flutter open. She focuses on me, smiles. I grin.

My fist tightens around her hair, her head jerks back. Her eyes snap shut, her mouth drops open, but only to release an involuntary gasp. When she does that she is my beautiful plaything, just for that second. Then she struggles. Her body pushes forward, but I still have her hair and she snaps back like an elastic band. My beautiful plaything.

I look at her, she shudders and stops struggling. I watch her throat as the swallows and her mouth as she licks her lips.

"Be good."

She looks straight into my eyes; I see fear and anticipation. Her eyes are alight. I run my tongue across her top lip. I can feel her body melting. I bite her bottom lip. She releases her breath ever so slowly, pushing her chin forward in hope of more. I look at her until her face bows down and her gaze drops.

My hot mouth and her wet lips are united in an instant, my tongue explores hers. Her body pulls into mine, my hand pulls her closer by the small of her back. The pressure from her belt feels good. A deep desire blurs my memory. I know it was good.

(P.S. check erotica for the 100th because I finally updated it)

Planning for the Future

This week work was better. Much better. My new boss is no longer in the abusive relationship. For now. It didn't last very long last time. Or the time before. Point is, work was better.

All the same, I'm applying for the other job. I'm off the book at my current job and the shifts don't cross over, so I could have both for a while, earn some money, put all but £10 a week into an account for uni. I might not even need £10 if I'm working a few weeknights. Even if I spend £10, that's still £70 a week. That's roughly £280 a month. That would be very helpful actually. If I did that until christmas, I could earn £1,120, plus the potential job gives a bonus.

Let's hope I get the job.

Another Day

So much work.

It's unreal.