Celly and I left my bedsit the next morning. I was going to work and she was going home. She had to catch a bus as she lived in Muswell Hill and it was a bit of a trek from mine. A few hundred yards away took us to the bus stop and we waited together until the bus came.
"You doing anything tonight?" I asked.
"I'm meant to be going to a pub with my flatmate. There's a live band, it should be a good night. You should come, do you wanna?"
"OK, whereabouts?" And Celly told me which pub and a time that she would be there. Her bus came, we kissed goodbye and "see you later!" My walk to work was only ten minutes.
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All day, I was thinking about how awesome was last night, especially Celly's massive tits. I remembered how large they were at the house party, when she was sitting on Bonnie's face and her tits swayed almost in slow motion. But, last night, they seemed even larger! My cock was twitching at the thought and I was hoping that no-one would notice as I walked around the office.
Friday wasn't a busy day as the queueing procedures were concentrated on Mondays to Thursday. Friday catered for those clients who had forgotten to come in to sign or had general enquiries arising from their previous visit to the office. The atmosphere at the office was the same as at any work establishment - thank God, it's Friday! Time to relax!
I was looking forward to meeting Celly for a live band gig at her local pub. It would be a different night from what I normally experienced, a good old pub band night. Of course, apart from seeing Celly, I was also looking forward to meeting her flatmate.
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Home time, at last! I made my way home, via the sports centre where I have my regular shower, had time to get a burger from the café where Kim used to work and, finally, got in to put on a clean shirt. Unusually for me, I had to catch a bus to get to the pub in Muswell Hill.
The usual destination for my entertainment was the Bell at King's Cross or the West End, meeting up with Mike at Crackers.
The Bell was a real 1970s London pub - topless dancers on weekday lunchtimes and strippers on Sundays - but they had a refurb after extensive vandalism by fans of one of the new punk rock bands. I think they were trying to attract a better class of clientele by having middle-of-the-road cover version bands playing on stage. I would be exploring the new look Bell very soon.
On the bus, I was a little apprehensive about any relationship that may happen with Celly. Obviously, she was a comparative stranger to me but, although I wasn't racist, it would be a relationship with a Jamaican girl. So, there could be a question of embracing a different culture. I knew some music but not the customs or the food and what if I got as far as meeting her family? All these issues were racing through my head on my journey then, suddenly, I was in Muswell Hill.
I got off the bus, spotted the pub but was hesitant to walk in. What would I do if she's not there? Take a big breath, boy, and go in! Phew! Celly had done the sensible thing and was sitting at a table by the door.
"Hey, Vee, you made it there?" and she stood up to hug me. She introduced me to her flatmate ...
"Hello, Ginny, isn't it? Wow, how are you? Hope you haven't got a problem for me to sort out?" I joked.
"Hahahaha, of course not, you don't want to be working on the weekend, eh?" she said. Ginny was a young white girl, a little slimmer than Celly and just as pretty.
I went to the bar, got some drinks and returned to the table.
Celly said, "Now you're here, do you want to get a table at the back? The stage is there and it might get busy later." We all agreed and took our drinks to another table.
"You seen this band before?" I asked Celly.
"Can't remember really. They have loads of bands here, pretty much in a rotation. I don't always come out Fridays due to lack of pennies! So, no, I don't know what they're like. The ones I've seen here have been pretty good, though!"
I asked Ginny how long she'd been in London
"I've always lived here, me and Celly were at school together. Left school, decided to get a place together. Jobs come and go, not working at the moment, as you know ... something will turn up soon." I thought, isn't that a line from Dickens?
The band were announced and they came out, a six-piece band, enough musicians to provide a decent sound. They played a lot of covers of current pop hits, a few of their own tunes, even a bit of reggae. They were pretty good and got a few up to dance. All of us had a great time, a few dances with each other and plenty of chat and banter. Then it was time to go home.
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Some bus routes didn't run late into the evening so it was a choice of walking back to Holloway or an expensive taxi.
Celly to the rescue.
"You coming to ours for another drink?"
"Are you sure?" I replied.
"Of course, your place is far! And it's cold" So, we left, the three of us, arm in arm, going to the girls' place. It was only a few streets away and then we were in the warm! Lover's Rock music, a reggae genre, was coming from another flat in the house, setting the tone. We climbed the stairs to their flat. Gosh, it was a bit more luxurious than my place! Shared bathroom on the landing (not a toilet outside in an alleyway!), a kitchen/lounge and two bedrooms. I think it was one room but separated into two by a stud partition wall.
The music downstairs stopped so Ginny put some on in the lounge while Celly was getting beers out of the fridge. I sat on the sofa and the girls joined me on either side. Celly snuggled close in to me, as if she was guarding her possessions. We sat there, all of us a little tired from the dancing. We drank our beers, Celly asked if we wanted another. Ginny declined and, diplomatically, went to bed.
So, alone with Celly.
"Are you staying, Vee?" she said. My response was to kiss her and get my hand inside her blouse and fondle her breasts.
"Probably," I said, with a snigger.
"We might as well go to bed, then," she said. And we went to her bedroom.
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We were pretty quick to take off our clothes so it was a bit awkward as we were organising ourselves for bed. Due to the space issue, Celly only had a single bed so it was a bit of a squeeze. I got in first to be next to the wall, Celly carefully placed herself next to me. Our bodies were touching full length and I immediately got an erection. Celly's hands were straight on my cock, gently massaging me and occasionally feeling my balls. We were kissing and my hands were all over Celly's tits. I moved down to suck her nipples for a while before moving down to her pussy. My fingers were probing her, making her wet, licking her fleshy lips. She started to moan as she was getting more wet as I kept licking.
The single bed didn't allow for much movement so, whichever position we were in, we were basically on top of each other. I was on top and I was still licking and fingering Celly's pussy. Her moans were getting louder and, so we didn't disturb Ginny, I stopped and got up. Celly also got off the bed and motioned me to lay down. I did, she pulled me a little way down the bed and climbed across, planting her pussy on my face. I was licking at her like crazy, her moans were stifled only by the fact that her mouth was now full of my cock.