Rugby Romance Between Two Former Lovers
Josie and Charlotte:
The Second-Chance Romance
(#3 Northern Colorado Romance series)
By: Blackthorn Lord
Tags: Lesbian, FF, ff (flashbacks), College, Athletics/sports, Romance.
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Chapter 1: The Game
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With a sigh, Josie got up off her hotel bed that the women were staying at for the upcoming Rugby 7s championship.
She was a Colorado native and had a naturally tan complexion despite her Irish, Scottish, and Dutch heritage. She had a very leanly muscular body and was thin but had thick legs that she worked hard for. She also knew she had a toned ass that she knew a lot of boys had wanted to get at. They didn’t even really do much for her. She knew she never really had a fondness for men. She wasn't a “gold star,” meaning that she had slept with two boys in Middle School. She had her first time at 14 with a neighborhood boy, but was not really satisfied. After that, it was quiet between them and he then began telling some of his buddies all about it when she confronted him about how lazy in bed he was.
When she finally got back to her parents and older brother that he wouldn’t leave her alone and continued teasing her about how bad she was. Well, her older brother took care of the boys and their teasing ways. I didn’t feel so dirty after what big bro did for me. I never forgot it either.
It wasn’t until the second boy in High school, Brad, who was a Rugby player and who did Track and Field in the Spring. He was a nice guy, a lot nicer than the neighboring boy was to her, but he also just didn’t do it for him.
Even though he was popular, and even though a few friends would tell her how lucky of a stud her boyfriend was, she didn’t feel anything of a thrill with him. Maybe she orgasmed once through self-manipulations.
It wasn't really until High School that she realized her problem was not that the boys were bad, like her good friend Maddie thought, she decided to focus solely on her Rugby. It was around that time where Josie had developed a hardcore crush on the assistant Rugby coach. Who was a fit, petite woman with shortened, dark hair and smokey eyes.
She didn’t do anything about it, knowing how wrong it might be, but she remembered the way the coaches would take their time while waiting for a few of the girls to shower, since Josie also had a job that she did part-time at her grandmother’s bakery. It was a family-owned and run bakery that her older cousin was inheriting and was being trained to eventually take over.
She remembered the look the coach would give her and a few of the other girls. The way those eyes would subtly work their way down her sleek, smooth body when in the shower room after practices.
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Josie was looking at the mirror and seeing herself, a blooming young woman with a slightly-crooked nose that had been broken by another girl in a scrum. She looked pretty and yet very unhappy despite what was supposed to be a good weekend.
She was on the phone with her mother who was sobbing and in tears from the news she had received the week prior.
Josie refused to be angry or fixate on what her brother did to himself when she had a National Championship on the line.
Her mother was in the middle of saying, “The funeral is all set for next week, but we want you back here for the wake on Monday. You can stay over, too.”
“Thanks, mom. I’ll let you know what happens here and I hope you can at least catch some of the game.”
Her mother sighed sadly and said, “I know I always gave you more shit for being in Rugby. More than I should’ve probably, but I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”
Josie sighed, voice breaking, and swallowed the lump in her throat before saying, “Yeah, he was like my best friend at one time. And then became verbally abusive and an asshole”
Her mother quickly put that thought down and said, “No, he was just lost and hurting. Like you, and the rest of us are, but he didn’t have help.”
“It’s not your fault either, mom!” Josie yelled, then quickly looked down at her hands and sighed again.
I won’t let it get me down now. Not now of all times. She thought.
Josie then, knowing she was losing the fight to hold back tears, “I gotta go and try to get some sleep, we have the National title game to win tomorrow.”
She hung up the phone with her mother.
Josie sat there on her bed, looking at the slightly disheveled girl looking back at her.
Knowing she still had a National championship game to win, she was going to find her strength to do this game.
Josie Kinndy, was a tall, well-built brunette with long, normally curly hair, and beautiful blue-green eyes. She was about 142 lbs and 5 '11, and at 21 years of age, was steadily becoming known in the conference and the NCAA, for her tenacity, size, speed, and her long-limbed body that was as sexy as it was dangerous in Rugby.
She was tough, bull-headed, and focused most of the time. However, the last few years, or since she broke things off with her long-time girlfriend, she had been lost and reeling to find her place.
It wasn’t until losing last year’s Nationals to her old girlfriend’s college team, the same team that they had just beat their Redshirt Freshman season, that she realized she had to become tougher. Her older brother always told her she was going to have to toughen up and become harder than her idiot ex. Yet he was a large part of the reason that they broke it off.
Josie had been playing Rugby since middle school when she saw a few older girls on the High School team practicing at the park.
A girl who was from a cross-town rival of her High school caught her attention her Senior season.
It was in the Spring, for Rugby 7s, and they were celebrating another League tournament.
The girl’s name was Charlotte with long fire-hair and green eyes. She was fierce, fast, and tough.
Someone got the bright idea to interview them together, touting them as the “next best Rugby stars in Colorado,” and they found they had an ease of vibing with each other. It was a seamless transition from them on for them to start dating. And that led to a lot more.
Chapter 2: Back to the Start
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“Ugh, god yes! Yes, baby! Take it!” Josie moaned out in delight as she was being feasted on by her friend's talented tongue.
She is met by a 69 sideways, each trying to get the other off faster. Something they often did because they were naturally competitive in and out of bed.
Then, the pussy before Josie starts growing tighter and wetter, until it was sopping wet, as she thrust.
While she fingers her harder every thrust. She looks down at the quivering girl before giving her another powerful lick of her tongue.
Soon after that, and concentrating on the girl’s breaths and the way she reacted to the fingers and tongue on her secret spot, she crossed her eyes and fell back to the bed with an audible flop.
“God, I could get used to this with you.” Charlotte says raspily.
With Charlotte in her arms, nude as both were, Josie asks, “I know you’re probably going to commit out-of-state, but I wish you would stay in-state, at least for a year. Just to be on the same team with me.”
With that, Charlotte looks up at her, shocked for a moment, before she hugs Josie tightly and kisses her passionately on the mouth, “I wanted to hear it come from you first, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ve decided, after having a real talk with my mom, I am going to officially commit to The U with you.”
She looks down at Josie with that frustratingly beautiful smirk before saying, “And we’re going to win a National title together.”
Josie sighs before hugging Charlotte and saying, “We are going to do amazing things together. I can feel it. But, I did not want to pressure you into thinking you couldn’t go somewhere else.”
Charlotte just shook her head firmly in a ‘no’ manner with that, Josie then asks what she always wanted to do before, “I want to ask one last thing…”
Charlotte turns her head to look into Josie’s eyes, and asks, “Well, what? What is it that makes you of all people so fidgety?”
Josie looks down, self-consciously for a moment, “Do you want… t–to go out with me?”
Josie looks back up at Charlotte and sees nothing for a moment before she’s pleasantly surprised to feel Charlotte covering her body and face in warm kisses.
They giggle and roll back and forth until Charlotte let’s Josie roll on top again.
Josie feels her curves and strength in her body, “So, Do you want to? Not just go on another date, but to commit to each other for real? ”
Charlotte just giggles before nodding and saying, “Yes. Yes, I do want that with you, Silly Josie.”
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Josie’s team, in their High school year, would go on to get the blowout win to end their senior year in Rugby 7s, 29-5, but the other girl had been so beautiful in the title game against them. It put her name on the map for other coaches in the higher DI level.
With the support of her family, her girlfriend who would be joining her at U, and her brother who was always at her games cheering her on, she knew she had it good.
She couldn’t help but notice, and in college, eventually fell even more for the girl's tenacity, bravery, and hard-fighting, but she also realized that she had a beautiful smile and a beautiful singing voice, too.
Her brother, however, was once her main source of advice on relationships.
He had an amazing relationship with his girlfriend.
Then, he changed. Josie saw it in him when nobody else did.
They refused to see that he was actually down low.
That he was so low he wouldn’t want to get up.
Eventually, when a serious injury hurt his chances of going pro in Football, he turned that over to alcohol.
He just got so low he did not see a way out of it.
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One Spring before…
She recalled how he walked into her room, while they were on break, and she was still sore and aching from the loss they suffered in the National title game for Spring 7s in a heartbreaking 29 to 15 score.
They were only Sophomore’s, but they had already tasted a championship the season previously, but they didn’t respect the title they won. It was during the dark-days and when COVID was still a problem only allowing a few teams to compete.
They knew they could’ve done so much better that previous season if she hadn’t gotten hurt.
He told her then to dump her and said, bitterness creeping in his tone, “If she can’t handle your busy schedules, she doesn’t deserve any special extra time when she disrespects your wishes. Fuck ‘er, is what I say.”
“Jack, how can you say that when you said ‘yes’ to your girlfriend sleeping with another girl, and then emotionally abuse her when she DID!” Josie responded with a knowing look tossed his way.
He turned to her, saying, with a look of anger, “You think I wanted to know that stuff! We both made mistakes!”
He then got his breathing back and hugged her tightly. He then explained, “Not nearly as much as I do not want the same for my own little sister. YOU are more special to me, and mom and dad, than anyone else. And if she really loves you, she wouldn’t want to leave and to transfer elsewhere when the going gets tough.”
Aiming to win a 5th team title in the last 7 seasons, and coming out of losing the Rugby 7s Nationals already, they were gunning for it harder this time.
It was times like these she knew she’d have to lean on her coaches, teammates, and friends for them to win this one. It was times like this that she knew she’d have to put the other stuff going on in her life to the side for the moment.
She thought, as she got up to check and see who the knock on the door could be, Who could that be at 10:30?
Josie went to the door, opened it, and found herself face-to-face with her coach on the other side.
“Coach, what’s up?” Josie asked.
Her Coach, Coach Jessica Miller, a former rugby player herself at the Elite DI level before retiring from professional rugby after 12 seasons.
She got married to her college sweetheart, Monica, after happily being with her for over a decade already. In 2020, just before the pandemic hit, they announced they were engaged and would be getting married in the following Spring.
She herself, even at 45, was still looking like she was in great shape despite wearing a tank-top and loose-fitting pants.
Despite having taken a few months off to recover from her pregnancy, she still looked amazing to the younger girl.
This season, with everything they’d dealt with individually and as a team, made them all the tougher and harder.
Coach Miller stood outside her door and with hands comfortably to her sides, asked, “Monica wanted to know if you’d like to stay the night in our room with us. We have an extra bed in there and she was really worried about you.”
“No, I’m okay. I’m just reeling a bit still. And I haven’t told anyone the truth aside from Jackie and a few of the other Seniors.” Josie admitted to the coach, quietly.
The coach nodded thoughtfully at that insight and the coach then asked her, “I know you asked for a room for yourself, and as a captain that’s fine, but Monica and I wanted to know. Do you want to come and stay with us… just for the night?”
Josie, thoughtful for a moment, nodded and said, “Yeah, I guess. It could be nice to not be alone.”
Coach Miller then nodded back and said, “Cool. Just grab your stuff and we’ll tell the staff that you’re going to be moving in with us for the night.”
Once in the room, Josie took it in briefly, and was quickly met by a subtle, soft, perfume wafting in her face and a long-haired beauty hugging her tight.
It was Monica who was hugging and rubbing her back softly.
She was not a coach, but she was a large supporter of their Women’s Rugby program and the biggest supporter of her wife’s career.
Her wife made enough for the two of them, but Monica had got a job as a LN at the neighboring High School and worked a full-time job.
She had taken off from work so that she could have the time to be with her wife during the tournament, a week-long tournament that would end that following night after.
Monica pulled away and said, “Just don’t forget that you have friends and people who love and support you.”
Then Jess turned serious once again when she looked at her clock, “All joking talk aside, it’s 11:15 now. We really should get some rest.”
Those thoughts and she was able to take another deep breath before she closed her eyes and said, “Good night, Coach.”
“Good night, Josie.” Her coach and Monica both responded while cuddling her from both sides.
Chapter 4: The Game-Day
The following morning…
Josie woke up early with her coach and the coach’s wife, she got dressed with them and got herself suited up. She never wore her club’s uniform there to the games.
She briefly put her hair in a ponytail, taking a deep, shaky breath in and out, before she got down to the lobby with her coach and teammates.
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Josie was lined up in her position, stretching out and warming up with the rest of her team when from the other side of the field she caught sight of two, one taller and the other much thicker, figures walking toward her direction.
Where Charlotte had a pretty, albeit a slightly acne-scarred, face that was angular and tight, this one she was with was not pretty on the eyes.
Josie then heard from behind her, “See, I told you she’s a bitch!”
The other one, the Bulldog-woman, then said, “Yeah, well, she’s still hot as fuck. I can see why you tapped that.”
She then heard, somewhat rudely, behind her, “Shut up already about that, okay."
She got closer to the two of them, now seeing that Charlotte was clean-faced and still fresh as ever before a game, and said, “Maybe watch what you say today, or I’ll be making you eat every last word.”
Josie turned around and heard Bulldog-woman say, “Yeah, I have a name, too, bitch. I’m JJ.”’
Josie then just smirked back at her and said, “I don’t give a shit.”
Before she then walked off.
Coach came to them from the sideline and said, “Alright ladies. Captains, our three, go to do the coin toss selection with their three!
The female ref then said, with a slight accent from somewhere in Eastern Europe possibly, “Alright, ladies. You’ll have two halves to win this game and it will be two 15-minute quarters. If there is a need, there will be an additional 10 minutes for overtime. If you foul, you’re out after warning and sit 2 minutes minimum. Aright? I will do the coin toss for the blue team first.”
They looked to one another, since they were apparently the blue team despite wearing all-black unis, before Josie whispered to Jackie, “You say it ‘heads’ Jackie.”
Jackie spoke for them, saying loud enough for them to hear it, “Heads, please.”
The ref did the toss and said “heads.”
Josie then spoke up, “They can have it first.”
She did that because then their own team would get it back in the next half to start with.
She went up with the other two to the sideline and when she got there with the rest of the team, all of them together, the coach finished what she had to say and turned to Josie before saying, “Now it’s Josie’s turn to get you ladies up for this game.”
“Sure, thing, Coach.”
She turned her attention to the others, with emotion coming from her very heart and soul, she started saying everything she’d wanted to say about that team all season long, “Ladies! We fight and fight and fight. We claw our way, no matter what gets in our way. We’ve beaten up nearly all but one or two opponents, one of those two teams are standing over there! They think they got it made already! What you say about that?”
“NEVER!” Was what was yelled back to her.
“You see them over there… That is your opponent!”
“YEAH!” Was what was yelled.
“You know them well since you played them a lot already! You all know what you’re capable of individually, but together, we’ve done something beyond special this season! I’m going to tell you something and I want you all to listen well, okay?”
When she finally, teary-eyed, was able to finish saying what she had wanted to say all the past week, but just couldn’t break it to them, yet.
She was ready at that point. There was no going back.
Some were tearing up and getting emotional by the end of her speech, and others were as intense as the Gladiators of old. Ready to fight for their teammates.
This is it, big bro. I hope you’re watching this little punk kick ass. She thought.
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The game was played out, with the other school getting several good tries early-on, but only had one successful Try on the downs. Where Charlotte’s team only had one goal, being brutal, physical, and hard-edged, Josie was sure to beat-out everyone with her speed and agility alone.
Her basketball background, and her distance running ability, allowed for her to be more dynamic and accelerate. She single-handedly had been carrying the team on her back that first-half.
By the half-time, Josie’s team was fighting tooth-and-nail and were up 17–7.
Then, in the second half, that was when things started really heating up for them.
Josie was especially proud of the way her teammates were fighting together, especially the two 4-star Freshman playing key minutes.
“Brilliant try there from the Junior, Josie Kenndy.” Said the other announcer, while she got set-up to hit another, and her would-be 3rd 2-point kick.
We’re up by double margins, the score is 24–10 now, but we gotta keep it up. She thought, as they returned the kickoff to Charlotte’s team.
She heard the announcer go wild again, “Kenndy is now dominating this game here, she just scored for a 4th time in this game and has now just hit the 2-pt kick. She now has gotten the team to a 31–10 score. They have really blanked these Cougars today. Let's see if the Cougars have another come-back game in them.”
However, just after this was also when Josie heard after the successful 2-point try from behind her, Bulldog-Woman yell, “Hey, Kinndy! I hope your brother is in Hell!”
With that, and looking once back at Jackie who also heard what was said, she confronted the woman then and there via checking her right in the chest and following that up with a hard left hook that downed the thick woman.
“No!Get off me! I’ll kill her! I’ll kill ‘er!I’ll kill-I’ll!” Josie wailed out, as she was being pulled away by both her team and the other team's players.
She knew she shouldn’t have done it, but she felt vindicated in calling out the other woman and putting her in her place. The girl, as soon as she touched her chin with her forearm, was on the ground and crumbling to her knees, where Josie followed her with a tackle.
All of a sudden there were more than 20 people storming the field and trying to get the chaos over with.
There were bodies flying and people screaming for everyone to stop.
Both sides had their coaches that were there trying to break things up.
She was bleeding from her nose, and was cut under her eye in the scrap, and most importantly she saw the soft look of concern on Char’s own scratched-up face. What are you so sulky about, bitch. You didn’t lose your temper and get jacked out of the game.
It was complete chaos all over the field.
Once they were separated and both were pulled back to their sidelines, they were both given penalty minutes. Except that Josie was given 5 minutes in the penalty and Bulldog-faced JJ was given only 2 minutes.
Which meant that only 6 would be playing for 2 minutes, but then they were going to have an unfair advantage over Josie’s school.
Her coach was screaming at the refs about how unfair it was and Josie just said, ‘Coach.” When the coach caught her attention, she just shrugged and said, “It’s okay, really. I’ll get back in with a minute left and we’ll be okay, right?”
Her coach just shrugged furiously and said, “We better be ready to rally if we have to after what you just pulled!”
‘But, coach!”
“No,” Coach said, more frustrated and angry at her star player than she’d ever seen, I don’t want any excuses. This is not a done-deal game until that last whistle. Let’s just see if our girls stand tall!”
For the next two minutes, they battled fairly evenly with less people, but after that when JJ was back on the field it was a noticeable enough of a difference.
Just with about two minutes left in the game, the other team got behind them and were able to force their way in for the score, but they were down by a single score then. 31-24. Damn my anger! They came all the way back!
Just then, Josie was brought back into the game with time winding down in the game clock.
Finally, it’s time to seal the spacing and their ball carrier hard. She thought as she got back on her line and, during the scrum for the ball, she managed to sniff out what the scheme was and slammed the ball-carrier to the ground with a forceful thud.
It momentarily knocked the wind from the other girl, which allowed for her to lose the ball. Charlotte was there to pick it up and was looking for a lane to pass through to get the score.
Right before Charlotte crossed the line, Josie was able to tackle her successfully.
A teammate of Josie’s scooped it up and Josie then knew they were going to win this title.
She knew with only 35 seconds on the game clock, they’d just be able to wind down the clock with three passes clean and would win it.
At the final whistle, Josie was able to run right past Charlotte and the rest of her team. Stiff-arming her way to another score from almost 40 yards out.
Shaking her hand and shushing the crowd that was there, she said to the camera, “That’s what we fuckin’ do!”
Then, when the clock ran to the end, the referee called the game over. They had officially won another title. Josie looked once more up at the scoreboard just to be sure she wasn’t asleep or dreaming still, but it wasn’t fake.
She thought, Damn, we really did that. 38–24?38 on the team who beat us again and again. Finally!
This being Josie’s now 2nd championship win and being Coach Jessica Miller’s 5th title in her 7 seasons as the head coach made her a household name in women’s college Rugby.
With a stellar 28-2 record, and an already perfect season from 3 years prior, their team was going to be continuing on as a force to be reckoned with for the foreseeable future. Especially with Josie coming back one more year as a Senior.
With this title being her second, Josie could re-focus the next season by attaining her Bachelor’s.
Even while coming back for a third title opportunity, going for her Master’s of Science in Fitness and Exercise.
Coach was joined by the others as she hooted and hollered with the others.
As she hugged each of her players, eventually she made her way over to her wife, Monica, and kissed her right in front of the TV camera.
She put her hand out to block the actual shot, and it made the whole team erupt in laughs and squeals.
She looked briefly over across the field's turf in the direction of the other team.
She saw some of the younger girls on the opposing rival team crying and the older, senior women, hugging them and huddling together.
She saw Charlotte, however, by herself sitting at the rival team’s benches. With her head down and a look of almost pure loss and exhaustion was on her face.
JJ had talked to her briefly but when she saw Josie, she said something and then ran off to join up with the others in their locker room.
Before then, having to cross the field, JJ was surprisingly kind to her and not at all like how she was on the field.
She struck up a brief but polite conversation with Josie and said, “You did MVP-level work in this game against us! You deserve it!”
“Thank you!” Was all Josie said as she saw the coaches, who highly respected each other, meet in the middle of the field and talk.
Charlotte looked up at her, with a bloody lip and a scratch on her cheek, and it forced her to stop in her tracks.
Charlotte shrugged and looked away, embarrassment clear on her beautiful face, “I should be the one apologizing.”
Josie stepped closer and said, hesitant on what to say, “Are you still singing? Like in Chorus?”
Charlotte smirked sadly and shook her head before saying, “I miss it sometimes, but I don’t have time to commit, what with trying for another title. Which, by the way, you really were excellent out there. I couldn’t keep up with you.”
Josie took another step forward, briefly looking back at the field that was now littered with people on it and the media interviewing a few of her coaches and teammates, “I really liked your singing voice.”
Tears forming in her eyes, not from the Championship but from sorrow, Charlotte explained, “I feel less of a burden without him here, and yet, still really lonely that he’s gone. For you, too.”
Josie looked back at her sadly, seeing the truth in her eyes and wanting so badly to hold her, “He was my brother, but I hated him sometimes... And I especially hated the way he drove me away from you.”
Charlotte just looked back at Josie with hurt in her eyes, those beautiful blue-green eyes and red hair, which had become somewhat messy in those braids.
Charlotte finally said she would like to talk.
With that settled, Josie asked, wiping the tears that formed there, “Alright, how's about tonight's sound? To you?”
Charlotte then shrugged and said, “I’ll come to your room. But we’re supposed to be going back tomorrow early.”
Josie happily sighed, but before she could walk away she turned back when Charlotte said something she couldn’t hear.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Charlotte said quickly.
“No, I know you said something.” Josie said, teasingly.
Charlotte looked down at her somewhat calloused and grass-stained hands before saying, loud enough for Josie to hear it, “For what it’s worth, I missed your voice, too.”
Josie smiled brightly at the admission, with more confidence than she actually felt, asserted, “And for what it’s worth, I’ve missed your thick ass, too.”
She was pleased when she heard Charlotte choke behind her while she walked away to her friends and teammates.
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That Same Night…
As Josie put on a towel to dry herself off from her shower, she heard a knock at her door.
She knew if she was given the green-light, she’d come back to the team for one more try at getting a third title and a third title with another MVP for the tournament could put her in “Legendary” status on-campus. Well, I’m officially one of the top 5 all-time scorers in postseason school history now so I got that covered.
The three-title win was something many wanted to achieve and very few had actually seen happen. However, that was the next season, and this was time to enjoy and celebrate. She knew she’d have to eventually feel for her brother and grieve for him, but it would take time to get through that one.
When she opened the door, there stood Charlotte in clean sweats and athletic shoes. Her long hair was still flowing and straightened from the ponytail she sported.
She had no makeup on, outside of the little mascara and lip gloss she had on, but was not in need of it as far as Josie could see.
“I broke up with JJ. And you’re not dressed yet” Charlotte said, hurriedly.
“Uhm, hi to you, too.” Josie stated jokingly.
“I think that sounded a bit better in my head than when it came out.” Charlotte tried to explain.
She was dismissed from the explanation with a wave from the other girl.
Josie waved the girl in with her hand and said, “Come on in. Welcome to my humble hotel room.”
Charlotte simply thanked her before walking into the identical hotel room as hers and simply stood in the entranceway, waiting for Josie to say or do something.
Seeing this look, Josie broke away from her stare of the other girl and hurried to the bathroom, where her change of clothes were, and said to the other girl,”I didn’t really have time to change, yet. I just got back a little while ago.”
Josie slipped into the bathroom and explained, loud enough so the girl in the other room could hear her, “I’m changing. I’ll be out in a minute. Make yourself comfortable if you want!”
She slipped on a soft, black undershirt, slippers, and soft pajama pants, barring any underwear underneath the pants for more comfort. It was for comfort and sleep more than anything, but she also knew Charlotte enough to know that she was calm under fire and this talk may lead to anything more.
Once done with changing into comfortable clothing, she took a few deep breaths, brushed her hair out of her ponytail, and sighed once more deeply before turning and walking back to the hotel room.
She noticed Charlotte sitting in a chair with the TV on low and said, only to get her attention, “I see you made yourself comfortable.”
Charlotte looked back at her and stood up, saying, “I just watched the interview that you did in the press conference. You were hilarious, and articulate… and bright… but also looked to be hurting.”
Josie’s smile dropped hearing the last part and walked to Charlotte before saying, “You wanted to talk. Let’s talk. We don’t have all night.”
Charlotte then smirked and said, looking at the TV playing highlights of the Rugby game while experts talked about it, “I miss our talks. I miss our competitiveness and support. I miss your smile…”
Josie tried to hold it back but blushed at hearing that and then said, teasingly, “I do think about your booty–I mean your smile, too.”
“Oh, I remember what I said after that first compliment.” Charlotte said pointedly. “And what we did after that.”
Josie smirked lightly at hearing that, knowing it was making her feel a certain way, and nodded. She responded, “How much… Do you think about my butt?”
“Quite often.” Charlotte nodded, as if proud of that fact.
It led to them both bursting out into laughter and covering their mouths to try and keep quiet. There were others who were most likely trying to get some sleep after the taxing day.
Josie sat down and Charlotte took a seat next to her on the bed, looking at each other and no longer focused on anything or anyone else.
The TV still played low in the background, now moved onto another topic, and the temperature in the room was moderate but still fairly cool.
With her pajamas on, it was a little cooler in the room for Josie. Charlotte noticed that and said, factually, “You’re cold.”
Josie then nodded hesitantly, before saying, “I do think we need to talk.”
“We are talking.”
“I know we are talking, but I want to be talking about some real serious stuff here.”
“Okay,” Charlotte said softly. Before she then took Josie’s similar-shaped hand in hers and said, “Whatever you want to say, I’ll listen.”
Josie then pulled away and sighed before saying, “That’s all I wanted from you. And I know I was wrong for ever trying to push you away, but I think that I thought I was just doing what my brother thought was right. I asked him for input, and took it too seriously. I should’ve brushed him off on that, but I was too stupid and too inexperienced to see what we had was different.”
Charlotte swallowed hearing that and simply opted to say, “I think that makes a lot of sense for what I felt, too.”
Josie, inquisitive and looking back up at her but not meeting those eyes, asked, “ Does it sound so bad that I just wanted to see you at his funeral?”
Charlotte nodded sadly, looking back at the other woman, and explained, “I was there.”
Josie looked at her angrily, but Charlotte explained, “I was there… at the wake at least, but I didn’t know what to say and seeing you there, not crying your eyes out but instead holding it all in like you always have… Well, I suddenly got the feeling from your aunt and your mom that I wasn't welcome there.”
Josie looked from angry to sad and frustrated. At a loss for words, Josie simply stood up from her place on the bed.
She saw the TV was still on and she decided to turn it off to focus better.
Charlotte, shaking slightly from the contact and sudden truth, explained, “I just wanted to be there for you when I found out, but I was committed to beating your team and I felt like a loser who didn’t belong there.”
Josie then stood up and broke away from Charlotte. She paced for a moment before stopping and turning to face her, before saying, “You think I would’ve judged you, if you came to my brother’s wake?”
“I know you don’t like her, but JJ is a nice person. I was just using her and didn’t realize I still had messed up with you still on my mind.”
Josie took a calming breath before nodding and saying, “I understand, but I wanted you to be there. Even if I would’ve told you to get lost that would’ve meant more to me than if you came and hadn’t told me!”
Charlotte stood then and came close to embracing Josie but was stopped by a hand on her chest. Keeping her at bay.
Charlotte simply took the hand in hers softly and said, “I apologize for all what I’ve done, and I accept you and all your flaws. I am flawed, and I was also dumb for thinking leaving the school would help me get a leg up.”
Josie stepped into Charlotte’s arms then and hugged her tightly.
She decided that this was God, or fate, or whatever other guiding light telling her that was her chance for a re-start. That right there was the best opportunity to do something about it. To make wrongs right.
They kissed and Josie fell into Charlotte’s waiting arms.
“Let's go to bed and not think about anything. Just for this night, no matter what happens or where we go in the future.” Josie said. “Just promise me you will be here with me.”
Charlotte kissed her then deeply and began to take off her clothes, “I promise I will never hurt you like that again.”
Josie looked at her once more, really seeing the other woman’s conviction, saying, “Well, then take me. Show me you miss me.”
Charlotte whispered back, kissing down Josie’s lean shoulder and to her soft neck, “Oh, I will. But you have to be quiet.”
With the one girl she could never really pin down. Literally and metaphorically. She knew this was a sign of something good that was to come.
That Charlotte was that light in her life. She was the one, despite what her brother, or her mother and father thought, and she was sure she’d prove it to Charlotte again.
That night she brought Charlotte to a silent, tear-jerking orgasm with just her tongue and fingers.
That night, Charlotte, with her beautiful body and lean, powerful frame, made her see that her convictions weren’t false. She was honest with her body.
Trusting Josie completely.
It was something Josie knew she’d always remember as the moment that brought her back to being fully in love with Charlotte.