In the Open

In the Open In the Open

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Talia has lived her life in the background. Not by choice, but her shyness is just the hand she was dealt. All of that changes however when she meets Liv. Liv is sexy, outgoing and everything that Talia isn't. The girls soon become friends and Talia's world is cracked wide open when she is pulled into a life that she never knew existed. A world that will test her and suddenly shyness is not an option. Or are her timid ways all a cover for a deep sexual awakening that Liv and her close circle of friends inspires....

Summary

Talia has lived her life in the background. Not by choice, but her shyness is just the hand she was dealt. All of that changes however when she meets Liv. Liv is sexy, outgoing and everything that Talia isn't. The girls soon become friends and Talia's world is cracked wide open when she is pulled into a life that she never knew existed. A world that will test her and suddenly shyness is not an option. Or are her timid ways all a cover for a deep sexual awakening that Liv and her close circle of friends inspires....

Chapter1 (v.1) - In the Open

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Talia has lived her life in the background. Not by choice, but her shyness is just the hand she was dealt. All of that changes however when she meets Liv. Liv is sexy, outgoing and everything that Talia isn't. The girls soon become friends and Talia's world is cracked wide open when she is pulled into a lifestyle that she never knew existed. A world that will test her and suddenly shyness is not an option. Or are her timid ways all a cover for a deep sexual awakening that Liv and her close circle of friends inspire....

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 14, 2015

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Talia Roberts felt like she was back at school again. She tweaked a chocolate brown tendril from her mass of curls nervously as she watched all of the girls huddle together at the till and gossip. She wished not for the first time in her life that she was that sort of girl. The type that can take the crowd, a leader, confidence personified, but she is at the opposite end of the spectrum there.
She has always been quiet, almost timid when it comes to being around other people. She was never popular and often left side lined because of her reluctance to get involved. Even her teachers used to jump on the band wagon branding her weird and the comments were constant when filling out all of her reports. According to those morons her antisocial behaviour would cause nothing but problems for her later on in life. The real sting of that little gem is that they were all right.


At twenty one, she has no attachments, no real friends and in effect, no life at all. She lives with her Nan on the outskirts of London in the same house that she grew up in. She lost both of her parents in a car accident when she was four and though she can’t really recall them, she still misses them daily.


Talia saw Paula the manager walk in and everyone scattered as expected. They all started their work then ready for the shop to open. They tidied the rails trying to look busy and sorted out the displays of the latest trends. Within minutes the shop was open and the daily grind began. The bargain hunters, the bitches, the young mums and the cliques all piled in to buy the latest fashion for the coming weekend.


She likes to study them as she sets out the stock because she envies them. She listens as they laugh together and talk of where to drink and some actually reminisce about previous moments of their lives. She absorbs it all like a sponge. In her own wonderfully weird way, she is happy for them and glad that someone out there is living instead of just existing.


“Talia you’re needed on the till…” Tiff snapped as she walked past her without as much as glancing her way. Talia is used to this. Being ignored has become part of the regime here and has been since she started her job six months ago. She watched Tiff walk through to the back and knew she was going for a sneaky cigarette. She often tests the boundaries and Talia can’t blame her because being Paula’s daughter must give the girl a sort of security that no one else has in the place. She is lazy and by far the worst at the job, but is never brought to task over it.


She walked over to the till and smiled weakly at every shopper she served. She offered the store cards that no one ever gets and went through the cue with her eyes closed. This job is so repetitive, so boring, but it is probably the best thing about her life, which is so pathetic she could cry on the spot. It gives her a taste of the outside world. Plus the discount is always a bonus and fifty percent is not to be sniffed at.


“Alright darling, I need to bring these back. I tried ‘em on and they just don’t look right on me…” a girl said in a jovial tone making Talia look up for the first time in ages. She was gobsmacked when she saw her. The beaming smile that lights up her crystal blue eyes takes her breath away. She is beautiful, really stunning and she shook her head feeling embarrassed as she was staring. The girl didn’t seem to mind and stared right back. “Your hairs fucking gorgeous mate, really wild! I’d love mine like that, but all I can get is this lank effort!” she laughed.


“I…I like your hair….it’s a lovely colour…” Talia stammered feeling like a moron as this girl’s smile knocks her for six. What the hell is it about her? She isn’t a lesbian, has never dabbled in that area before, but she can’t think straight as the girl goes on to run her hands through her long blonde locks. It falls right down her back like a blanket of silk. She swallowed hard as the stranger went on to compliment her green eyes making her giggle like an idiotic school kid.


The shyness kicked in then and she clammed up as she always does. She looked down and felt the usual self-loathing take hold. It’s a good job she did because she could tell straight away that the jeans and the top had been worn at least once. She has an eye for this sort of thing. She looked back up and the girl seemed to sense that she had been rumbled, but it didn’t seem to knock her confidence one bit.


“I know what you’re thinking mate and I had ‘em on for a bit in the house to see if I could get used to ‘em. You know what us girls are like…” she winked and Talia looked down again feeling her cheeks go crimson. She scolded herself then. She wishes she could turn around and say no, say that it is clear that these items had been worn and it was almost an insult that she thought she was dense enough not to notice the hint of cigarette odour on them. She couldn’t though and ended up staring from the girl to the clothes like a dimwit.


“Jesus Talia! Just serve the fucking girl and get back to sorting out the order. I’ve only been gone for five fucking minutes and the cue’s a mile long. Sort your head out you fucking retard!” Tiff sniped as she stood over her looking fierce making Talia shrink down from the humiliation.


“I beg your pardon? Listen ‘ere darling, I don’t know what’s up your arse, but this one was just helping me out before you came along and made a fucking show of yourself. Are you the manager? Only I think I’d like to complain and I want the organ grinder not the monkey!” The stranger snapped making the bile rise in Talia’s throat. She never expected that. Never has anyone stuck up for her before and she was just about to refuse this girl her refund. She watched as Tiff’s evil glare moved to the customer and she swallowed hard as Paula strolled over after hearing the raised voices. She almost gasped aloud as the stranger started addressing Paula with the same harsh tone.


“You’re the manager I take it? I’d like to make a complaint about this one ‘ere. She’s nothing but a bully and I can’t fucking abide ‘em! This lovely girl was being nothing but helpful to me before she came over with a face like a slapped arse! This lot will tell ya…” she said loudly as she gestured to the cue of people and Talia was shocked to see most of the front of the cue nodding their heads along with her. It was an even bigger shock to see Paula apologising sincerely to the stranger and taking over the refund forcing Tiffany to wait in the office and Talia to go back to sorting the new stock on the shop floor.


Talia sorted the vests into size order before putting them on the rail and can’t help the smile on her face. It was nice to have someone recognise the person she was, even if she never really was any sort of person at all. It was refreshing to be acknowledged. The smile dissolved as soon as she heard the stranger’s voice again. She turned to see the girl standing right behind her looking the picture of concern. “Why did you let her talk to you like that mate?” she asked taking her by surprise.


“Erm…I’m not sure really…I just….I suppose I’m used to it…” she shrugged feeling pathetic instantly. The shaking of the girl’s head made her want to curl up into a ball on the floor in shame. She turned again and busied herself with the already organised vests. She has never felt so torn in her life. She can’t wait to see the back of this girl, but the thought makes her feel desperate for her not to go.


“Well you should think better of yourself darling! She’s a fat, useless tramp and I’ve blagged hundreds of outfits from her, but you caught me out first time, you little shrewdie! I thought I was done for a sec then and I should thank her fat arse really, but I couldn’t just stand there and listen to that…” she shook her head as she stared towards the till area again making Talia nervous that she might kick off again. The passion was there as was the fire and she couldn’t understand why when it was just her. If ever there was a person not to waste energy fighting for it was her.


“Anyway what’s your name ‘cos I reckon you owe me a drink my little shy bug…” she smirked and Talia actually stuttered as she spat it out. The panic was taking over at the thought of seeing this girl again. Suddenly running away seemed like the best scenario, but she couldn’t find it in her to move. The girl laughed again as she took in her obvious dread. “Christ relax Tal, don’t have a meltdown. It’s just a drink mate and before that brain of yours goes into overdrive, it ain’t a date! Don’t get me wrong Tal, you’re a stunner, but I’m not sure my boyfriend would approve of me picking up girls in shops now would he?” she smirked making Talia’s already crimson face turn beetroot. Just how obvious was she being?


“Look this is my number call me when you’re done and I’ll tell you where I am, yeah? Don’t let me down now Tal or I’ll be back. This will be good for you mate and hopefully we can sort out that confidence of yours ‘cos it’s bordering on diabolical darling…” she giggled as she passed her the receipt from her bag with her name and number on. She left then looking like a model of sorts and Talia watched as people moved out of the way for her. Even the work clique, the people that have tormented her for months are staring in awe. Who is this girl and what does she want with a nobody like her?


She stared down at the piece of paper and smiled. Olivia, even her name was beautiful and she clutched the paper as though it was the most important thing in her life, which is sad because it probably was.


After a long and gruelling shift consisting of snide remarks from Tiff and her cronies, Talia left work and stared at the number. She got as far as typing it into the phone before changing her mind again. She retyped it another three times and let her finger hover over the call button before taking the leap. She was a stuttering mess again as soon as Olivia answered and the cheeky giggle was there again. As was the Tal nickname she had given her. She liked it a lot. It was friendly and meant the world already.


The conversation was quick and it turned out that Olivia was at a pub nearby waiting with a few friends. The nerves built up inside as she made her way there and she fought the massive urge to vomit as she arrived outside. She reached out for the door and faltered. She could run home now and her nan would be waiting with dinner and a pot of tea as usual. It was her safety net, her sanctuary and the idea is getting more appealing by the second. She turned to leave, but stopped dead when she heard her voice.


“Oi I hope you’re not thinking of doing a runner on me Tal ‘cos it’d be a first mate!” Olivia smiled as she took a deep drag on a cigarette. Talia scolded herself for not paying attention. Obviously her nerves were getting the better of her and she was so wrapped up in talking herself out of it that she walked right past the girl. She took in her low jeans and thigh high olive boots. Both go nicely with the vest and leather jacket on the top. It was the outfit she had worn earlier, but she was appreciating it all over again. Beauty, style and confidence, this girl ticks all of the boxes.


“Come on you ‘cos they’re all waiting to see ya…” she smiled as she dropped the fag end and pulled her inside. All Talia could think of was the part about everyone waiting for her. The overpowering regret hit her then because she knew it was too late to run now.


The pub is busy which was no surprise for a Friday at this time. Everyone usually leaves work and goes for a few sociables before heading home to welcome the weekend in right. None of this applies to her however and she is starting to understand why.
She felt like a duck out of water, a beast with two heads as she was dragged through the crowds of people towards the back of the room to a loud table. She prayed that wasn’t where they were headed, but her usual luck set in and they stopped and sat down with the rowdy group.


“Right everyone this is my little shy bug Talia, Tal this is everyone!” she announced and was met with ninety percent friendly hello’s and one undeniable glare. She smiled timidly and felt on display as they all eyed her. Especially the few men at the table. Olivia went on to introduce everyone individually and she was relieved to be able to pick out a few comforting faces as she went on. “These two are Ste and Caz, they’re married believe it or not. Both boring fuckers with a kid, a mortgage and all the usual crap…” she laughed as did everyone else.


“That’s the gorgeous Rach sipping on her mojito and next to her is Bish, my best friend and the perfect gentleman….” She winked and Talia liked the group so far. The boring couple were all smiles as was Rach. Bish kissed her cheek before going to get more drinks and offering her one. It was touching when he wouldn’t hear of her paying for it. She was then left with the glaring girl and everyone seemed to pick up on it. Obviously being the outspoken one, Olivia addressed it, which never made things easier. “This is Sasha, hater of life, despiser of new people and all around bitch, but you’ll get used to her. She’s as cute as a kitten really ain’t ya?” Olivia said in a mocking voice as she threw her arms around the girl laughing.


“She’s also my Jack’s sister and like one of my own aren’t ya Sash?” she said adoringly as she rested her head on her shoulder. It amazed Talia to see the girl gazing at Olivia just as lovingly before turning to scowl at her. Clearly she wasn’t kidding when she said that the girl hated everything new.


The next hour was spent with Talia being in the hot seat and answering question after question about her menial life. They seemed to want to know everything about her as though she fascinated them. It occurred to her as she gaged their reactions to her answers that they were just as accepting as Olivia had been. These people are actually nice. A different breed to what she has been used to over the years. All gorgeous, all funny and witty and all genuinely decent. All apart from Sasha who never spoke throughout and spent her time either rolling her eyes or looking bored.


After the pub they went for a curry in a restaurant just a short walk away. Olivia linked arms with her like they were best friends and Talia enjoyed every minute. It was nice being near her. She had an air about her, an addictive energy that everyone liked to feed off. She was the centre of the universe and never had to try at all. Talia was in complete awe of her. She has spent the best part of her life wishing she was just like her.


The meal was a little awkward at first because she hates to eat in front of people, but more alcohol soon eased those fears. She was in hysterics at times from their many stories and she really started to enjoy being around them all. Sasha even smiled a few times though none of which were aimed at her. The girl had taken to completely ignoring her existence which was fine by Talia. She still enjoyed the rest of the group. Both Caz and Rach were lovely and Ste was the clown of the group making them all howl.
Bish and Olivia were her firm favourites, as they were everyone’s. She was enthralled as they told her the story of their life long friendship. They both met when they were just four years old and unsurprisingly enough it was Olivia that forged the friendship. It was like having her day retold for her through someone else’s eyes as he recalled the moment fondly. He was bullied regularly because he had a stutter then. She never would have guessed it now. Olivia was the hero and stood up to eight other kids as they tried to hurt him. They have been inseparable ever since and the story made everyone smile. Caz even remarked that she never tires of hearing of it and Talia could see the genuine love between the group. The bond, the electricity was intense and she craved it. She desperately wanted to be a part of it, of them.


“Well I reckon we go on to a club…” Bish announced and everyone was game except for both Talia and shockingly enough Olivia. “Come on Liv, let’s see the weekend in as we usually do mate….” He pouted making her laugh.


“Nah I’ve gotta see Jack tomorrow and I don’t wanna be hanging when I do. He doesn’t like it and neither do I! To be fair to him it is rare and for that hour I need to be looking good and reminding him of what a stunner he’s got waiting for him at home…” she said as she fluttered her eyelashes mockingly. Talia tried to follow but couldn’t work out where her boyfriend was until they started talking about visiting him themselves.


“He knows mate let me tell ya! Since you sent that last photo in and it got robbed, he moved heaven and Earth to get it back and Jack being his usual handy self, he got it back the same fucking day! Fancy sending in a bikini picture Liv, you nutter!” Ste howled and admired her as she shrugged. The girl oozes confidence. She is a fucking stunner and she knows it, just as his Caroline does, but it never ruins either of them. He winked at her as she went on to gush about her boyfriend, his best friend.


“He asked for it! You know I’d do pretty much anything for him. I’m a people pleaser…” she smiled knowingly as they all did and Talia was lost again. No one else seemed to be and for the first time that night she felt like an outsider. It was an unwelcome feeling but one she was used to by now. It marked the end of the night for her and she left the curry house with Olivia after repeatedly refusing to go clubbing. She did however promise to go with them soon and still isn’t sure if she is going to do that.


“Liv can I ask you something…” she slurred slightly and hated herself for it. Bish was relentless with the drinks tonight. She watched Liv as she stared at her expectantly and linked arms with her as they walked again. “Jack…is he…in prison?”


“Yeah mate, you don’t have to say it so cagily. He ain’t dying and he’s out in about a month now…” she beamed and the excitement was there instantly. “He should have been out sooner, but they added to his sentence after he put his cell mate on the medical wing for a month for trying it on. Fucking shirt lifting prick thought my man was a weakling and Jack broke the fucker. He deserved it though for trying to force the issue. Jack wouldn’t have touched him otherwise. He ain’t an angel by anyone’s standards, but he’s a born carer and I bloody love him to bits. I can’t wait for you to meet him Tal….” She said making Talia swallow hard. She isn’t sure she wants to now, but she can’t fight the excitement of Olivia wanting to see her again.


“What’s he inside for?” she asked before she could stop herself and instantly regretted it when she got her answer. Liv talked of everything like it was part and parcel of life. The fact that her doting boyfriend broke a man’s jaw out of sheer temper from road rage was missed by her deluded friend. It was unbelievable to her as she gushed on about him like he was prince charming. Even as she talked of the victim’s life being ruined and his jaw being wired shut for months to align it again. It made her feel sick.


“You see Tal, he never would have even bothered with the prick, but I was in the car and that would have sent him over the edge. He cares about me and admittedly at times it’s too much, but I’m just as nuts over him, trust me! All we’ve got is each other really apart from the gang back there and what little bits of family we can piece together between us. He’s so lovely Tal and I can’t wait to tell him all about you tomorrow….” She squeezed their arms together in the link excitedly and despite the premise, she couldn’t help but get caught up in it with her. This girl has been so inviting, so accepting and Talia is in no position to turn down anyone like that in her life.


“What are you doing tomorrow night? Let’s do something eh?” she beamed and Talia felt tears sting as the perfect angel in front of her offered more friendship. It was like all of her Christmases had come at once. All she could do was nod dumbly and thank God that he had finally smiled down on her and given her a life.


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