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Mari: Hi, would you like to see some pictures of cacti I took earlier?
No, that wouldn’t do. It was her first time directly dm-ing Hedgehog123 (aka Bernie), she couldn’t open with something so casual.
Mari: Sorry to bother. I think you mentioned that you like cacti, would you like to see some pictures I took earlier? I was at a garden with my family.
No, that didn’t seem right either. Perhaps it was too much detail for the initial message. Going to a stately garden didn’t feel like something the average person did. Maybe it’d be too confusing.
Anyway, of course Bernie liked cacti, she didn’t need to ask. Marianne had double, triple checked the messages sent in their mutual server (a small fangroup for a book series they both loved).
Mari: Sorry to message you out of the blue. I took some pictures of cacti earlier, would you like to see them?
Marianne pressed send before she could change her mind.
She watched as Hedgehog123 started typing, then stopped, several times before she sent a reply.
Bernie: Yes, thank you.
Nowadays, they looked back and laughed at how awkward they’d once been to each other. From photo-sharers to talking every day, neither would be opposed to calling themselves best friends. Even though they’d never met!
They’d sent some pictures of themselves, occasionally. They had covered faces, and awkward poses, but they were pictures nevertheless. And of course, they complimented each other’s hair and outfits, trying not to cross a line into being flirtatious.
Well, they tried.
Because today was the day Bernadetta was travelling to Marianne’s city. And they were going to make out on her sofa!
7:00
Bernie: Just woke up!
Bernie: My train’s at 9:35, schedule says I’ll arrive in Edmund at 12:13
Bernadetta checked their previous messages to make absolutely sure today was the correct day, then double checked her train tickets so she knew the timings. She got dressed, triple checked she had everything she needed, and headed out nice and early.
9:12
Mari: Good morning
Mari: I hope you have a good journey
Bernie: Morning!
Bernie: I’m at the train station now, first train is delayed :(
Bernie: But it’s fine
Mari: :(
Bernie: It should only be ten minutes late to Enbarr
Bernie: And then I’ll still have time to get on the next train
Mari: :)
Mari: Can’t wait to finally meet you
Bernie: Me neither!
9:43
Bernie: On train 1/3
Bernie: It’s pretty full so I have to stand
Bernie: But it won’t be that long
Mari: I’m sure you’ll get a seat on the next one
Mari: Oh btw, would you like me to get something to drink? I just realised I only have apple juice and milk in the fridge
Bernie: You don’t have to get me anything
Bernie: I’ll be fine
Mari: It’s really no issue
Bernie: I’ll be fine
Bernie: You’re already being kind enough
Bernie: Letting me stay over and all
Mari: Ok. Just let me know if you need anything
10:15
Bernie: Train 2/3
Mari: :)
Bernie: Bit of a funny situation
Mari: Did you get a seat?
Bernie: Got off the train at platform 2
Bernie: Yeah I did
Mari: :)
Bernie: Ran up to the main bit of the station to figure out what platform I needed to be at next
Bernie: Found it was platform 3
Bernie: So exactly where I’d just been
Bernie: Realised the train was just about to arrive
Bernie: Ran back
Bernie: Got to the platform right as the train arrived
Mari: Hehe
Mari: Everything worked out though?
Bernie: Yeah
Bernie: Well I was planning to grab a snack at Enbarr station
Bernie: But I didn’t have the time
Mari: That’s a shame
Mari: Once again, I could grab something for you
Bernie: Please don’t! I’ll be fine!
11:02
Mari: Weird question, did you ever read the Seteth storybooks as a kid?
Bernie: Yeah I remember those!
Mari: I just found out that Seteth of the storybooks is still alive
Bernie: Huh
Mari: And he looks like this
Mari: Seteth.jpg
Bernie: Huh
Mari: That feels weird right? My father also read those books as a kid
Mari: But my father looks older than him
Bernie: Well they were about things like rabbits following the goddess and receiving long fruitful lives right?
Bernie: Maybe there’s something there
Mari: Maybe Seteth is a rabbit
Bernie: lmao
Bernie: Also the train just stopped at a place called Phlegethon
Bernie: lmao
11:40
Bernie: Arrived at Derdriu!
Bernie: Got a while before the final one
Bernie: Snack time
Mari: Is the bakery still there?
Mari: I remember they did really good pastries
Mari: But that was a few years ago
Bernie: I’ll check it out!
11:59
Mari: Did you get to your train?
Bernie: Sorry for the silence!
Bernie: Had a really nice thing
Bernie: Not sure what the name is, but it was shaped like a hedgehog and the quills were made of chocolate
Mari: :)
Bernie: Then I had to wash my hands, then I got on the train
Bernie: I’m the only person in this carriage btw
Mari: I don’t know how you feel but suddenly I’m getting nervous
Mari: Butterflies nervous, that is
Bernie: I getcha, I feel the same
Mari: See you at the station
Bernie: Yeah!
12:13
Bernadetta stepped off the train, and headed for the exit. When she got to the station entrance, she looked around nervously to see if Marianne was already there. It wasn’t a busy area, only a couple of people were waiting. One of them had pale blue hair, and brown eyes, and was wearing a cute blue dress with black stockings. She was on her phone.
Something nagged in the back of her brain, asking her if she was mistaken, if maybe there were many girls in Edmund that looked like Marianne, if she was about to make a fool of herself. Somehow, Bernadetta persisted.
“Hey um…” Bernadetta walked up to the girl, trying to get her attention. “Marianne?”
“Ah, Bernadetta?” To which she nodded. “Um, hello. It’s lovely to meet you.”
“It’s lovely to meet you too.”
Marianne held out a hand. Bernadetta couldn’t tell if it was meant to be a hug or a handshake, tried to go for the latter but ended up high-fiving her instead.
“Oh.”
Bernadetta gave a nervous laugh, which caused Marianne to start giggling as well. With the tension partially dissolved, Marianne pulled her into a short hug.
“Well um, shall we go?”
“Yeah.”
They walked mostly in silence, only interrupted by small questions that were answered in few words. Bernadetta noted that despite their similar heights, Marianne walked slightly faster than she normally would. It wasn’t an issue or anything, it was just interesting.
The journey took them through a small park, which they entered through a narrow path. “When the skies are clear, you can see all the stars here.” Marianne spoke quietly.
“That’s nice.”
Eventually, they reached a pleasant looking cottage. Bernadetta recognised one of the trees from a photo of Marianne’s horse. Weird thing to remember, she thought. “Well, here we are.” Marianne fumbled with her key as she unlocked the door.
“It’s a nice place.” Bernie entered after her, taking off her shoes and following her through to the living room.
The pair sat on the sofa, Marianne put the TV on after a couple minutes of silence. A quiz show was playing.
For a moment, Bernadetta was worried they’d made a mistake. Marianne had been so easy to talk to online, yet she couldn’t think of a single thing to say now. And she was so beautiful as well, Bernadetta could hardly dream of speaking to someone so out of her league.
“Next question - what primary colour is vermillion closest to?” The host asked.
“Uhh… green?” The contestant replied.
“No it’s red.” Bernadetta sighed at the screen. “Green barely counts as a primary colour.”
Marianne chuckled, and put an arm around her. Bernadetta squeaked, but didn’t resist.
“Vermillion sucks anyway.” Bernadetta said, going off on her own tangent. “I had a friend- well, he wasn’t really a friend we just had classes together but anyway- he was watching me paint once, and he was insistent that I use vermillion instead of crimson. Then five minutes later, he realised the painting looked rubbish and I should have used crimson instead.”
“I’m sure the painting looked great.”
“It really didn’t. It was so bad I almost gave up on art forever.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” Marianne asked.
Bernadetta nodded, and they both leant in.
Marianne’s lips were soft, and she tasted sort of like berries. The kiss only lasted for a moment, but it was incredible. The best kiss Bernadetta had ever had (she’d only kissed like one person before, but who was keeping track?)
“You’re vermillion now.”
Bernadetta’s face flushed more than it already had. “Hey! You’ve gone red too!”
She went in for another kiss, this time not backing away. She somehow ended up on Marianne’s lap, straddling one of her legs. She settled her hands on Mari’s shoulders, suddenly aware of how nice they felt. Mari’s hands felt incredible as well, lingering somewhere around her waist.
Marianne was getting less shy with her kisses, and was planting them all over her cheeks, before moving down to her neck. Bernadetta wasn’t even trying to hide the gasps that escaped her.
Oh god her cock was both rock hard and pressed against Marianne’s thigh. Bernadetta was wearing shorts under her skirt, but they were doing absolutely nothing to help the situation.
Marianne had tensed up too, clearly having noticed her state of arousal. Bernadetta tried to think of something to say, whilst also resisting the temptation to grind on her leg.
“Hey um…” Marianne spoke before she could. “I know we talked about this but, well… are you- is it ok if I touch you there?” One of Mari’s hands had trailed down to her thigh, mere inches away from her cock.
“Y-yeah!”
“Let me know if I do something wrong, ok?”
Mari gently palmed Bernadetta’s cock through her shorts, first stroking the shaft. Bernadetta sighed, digging her hands into Marianne’s back and letting her head fall forward.
“You’re so gorgeous Mari.” She whispered. “I knew you were pretty but gosh you’re even more gorgeous in person.”
“As are you, Bernie.” She said her name in such a sensual way, it sent a shiver through Bernadetta. Her hand moved to the head of her cock, which she started to toy with. “I was a little worried we’d just sit around in silence but… seems that won’t be an issue.”
“Mmm…” Bernadetta moaned into her shoulder, now grinding into Marianne’s hand. “You feel so good Mari...”
Bernadetta slipped a hand up Marianne’s skirt, eager to make her feel just as nice. Marianne shifted to pull her stockings down, letting her explore her thighs as she pleased. Bernadetta was worried that she wasn’t as graceful as her partner, but Marianne seemed to enjoy her clumsy gropes, so she had to be doing something right.
She was hesitant to touch Marianne’s own cock, but her hand guided her right where she wanted to be. Marianne’s panties were doing little to cover her fully erect cock, so Bernadetta tugged them down.
“May I take your shorts off?” Marianne asked, clearly wanting to be on the same page.
“Y-yeah.”
A few moments of shuffling later, and Bernadetta’s shorts and underwear were tossed to the floor. One hand still playing with her cock, Marianne cupped Bernadetta’s cheek with the other and drew her in for another kiss.
Bernadetta had gotten into her own rhythm now, drawing her hand up and down Marianne’s length, whilst thrusting her hips into her thighs.
“Mari, do- do you wanna try something?”
“Oh?”
“Well I, I read this fanfiction once and-” the embarrassment crept into Bernadetta’s mind, but was outweighed by how horny she was, “and um, do you wanna try rubbing our cocks together?” She spat out the last part of her sentence before she could change her mind.
Marianne didn’t respond verbally, but by shifting their positions so their cocks were pressed against each other. Which also meant their chests were pressed together, and their faces were incredibly close.
Bernadetta was unsure what to do from there, but luckily Marianne took control, trying to rub them off at the same time. Bernadetta followed her lead.
“Ah, Mari… are you close?”
“Yes I am… Bernie.”
Hearing Marianne moan her name sent Bernie over the edge. She kissed Marianne, pleasure washing over her as she came, splattering herself over Marianne’s dress. Marianne was close behind, though she tried to block the mess with her hand.
The pair hugged each other as they began to wind down, the sounds of their heavy panting barely covered by the television they were ignoring.
“That was incredible.” Marianne sighed. “But um, we should probably get changed, shouldn’t we?” She kissed Bernadetta on the cheek. “If you need, you can borrow my clothes… if you want.”
“I brought a change-” Bernadetta said on instinct, before rethinking her decision. “Though um, if I’m allowed to borrow something then- but I don’t want to be-”
“It’s really no bother.” Marianne interrupted, standing up and taking her hand. “Let’s find you something nice, ok?”