Hi. This is actually a new story. Bits of it have been hanging around for a while on my iPad in fragmented note form, but this is the first time I've tried to bring it together as something semi coherent. I know the fandom is pretty dead nowadays, but sometimes you just have to throw something out there and hope it still has an audience. There are still a couple of writers putting stuff up, but in the main, moribund is the word I keep associating with the FF Skins world. But all it needs to get me interested is a new story from someone or a re read of one of the thousands of really great tales already up and I'm back in the world of those crazy kids and their convoluted love stories.
So...Emily and Naomi split after the Sophia incident. Naomi never went to the shed to ask for forgiveness and within weeks was hollow eyed at Goldsmiths, trying unsuccessfully to forget those warm brown Fitch looks and cupid lips.
Emily? She's still in Bristol, taking her degree and being just as unsuccessful at forgetting stunning blue eyes and peroxide hair. Both unhappy...but dealing with their grief in similar ways. We catch up with both girls on a Saturday night. Warning for somewhat graphic descriptions of sexual activity. Trust me, I am a doctor (no really), so it will get better for both of them. But very slowly…
Emily
The night sky was a lurid yellow and indigo under the bitter sodium lamp clinging to a scarred and worn brickwork above them in the alley behind this anonymous club. The heavy bass inside continued to thump against the walls, muted but visceral. Their breath plumed and spun in the wintry atmosphere, but neither girl was paying much attention to the frigid climate. Emily was nibbling none too gently at the taller girls smooth neck, a hand holding on to a bare shoulder, as her other one tried for the fourth time to slide up an indecently short leather skirt. But the student who'd been so floppy and willing inside the club, now seemed reluctant to go through with what her drunken kisses had promised.
An hour and several cocktails had been spent priming this 'willing' victim for a breathless and hopefully satisfying knee trembling shag. Emily was getting quite skilled at spotting her prey these days. A few minutes spent scanning the crowd for a pretty face... a glance, a sideways look. A winning smile returned and a slow meander across the crowded floor, all the time keeping watch for stray partners the petite brunette might have missed. Once the trap was set, a little dirty dancing, some low level groping and a not so subtle suggestion that they 'get some air'
Most weekends it worked. Straight, bi or gay, the girl in question was normally charmed by Emily's friendly chat, curvy body and those deadly brown eyes. Most of the victims were first year students, away from home for the first time and eager to experiment. Away from family and old friends, they were easy meat for a determined approach.
And Emily had been very determined these past few months. Every weekend an opportunity to put the aching past further behind her. Every week another milestone in healing her broken heart.
It wasn't working of course. The hook ups had become almost routine now. Some heated kissing against a cold, upright surface, some sly stroking over clothes, then the furtive grab for the main prize. A small, surprised squeak, like a rat being fed to a python, then liquid heat, surrender and the rush of endorphins brought on by another conquest. Emily was nothing if not thorough and practised in seduction. Her fingers were skilful and relentless. A girl gasping total surrender against her neck was the reward she craved. It was almost academic whether they returned the favour...mostly, Emily was content to let the moment pass more often than not. A brief kiss of thanks, some fumbling with errant underwear and the satisfied student fled without offering something back.
But tonight, the MDMA Emily had taken an hour ago was still thundering through her nervous system. She still wanted this willowy redhead to come...yeah, that was a given. But the ache between her own legs demanded something back this time.
But….
Emily sighed heavily as the girls hand gripped her wrist again and she twisted away from the brunettes hungry mouth.
"Jesus Emily...careful...I can't go to a lecture tomorrow looking like I've been gnawed?"
The smaller girl sighed again. What had seemed a dead cert while she was dirty dancing with the girl on the club floor under the speakers was proving to be a whole lot trickier now the outside air had semi sobered her partner up. Looking over the girls shoulder at the yellowing, dusty brickwork, she sighed again. Twenty fucking quid on stupidly priced cocktails and a line of the best coke she could afford on a student grant looked like being a waste of time... The coke and MDMA she had snorted herself was really kicking in now and every nerve ending in her body was jangling for action.
The girl had seemed the perfect target an hour ago. A pretty first year...all wide eyes and away from home for her first term. Attractive in a slightly androgynous way...shortish hair, tight leggings and a tighter top, dancing with her equally gauche mates. Ripe for plucking...or fucking as Emily had muttered to herself crudely, watching her victim dancing in front of her. Glances...several glances swapped. Emily's knowing and direct. The other girl...Jenny? Jeanie?...it had been hard to hear anything coherent in the deafening atmosphere of pounding bass….more shy, but definitely interested. Not a total virgin then...but.
She tried another tack. It was getting late. In another half hour, the place would start emptying. This alleyway would become way too busy for what she had in mind. Other couples would be seeking a quiet spot to kiss, to grope, to fuck. Emily didn't fancy sharing the space with rutting males or going home with this ache in her fanny unsatisfied. Lying alone in her student digs, having to rely on a battery powered partner to scratch the itch, while the streets echoed to drunker, happier clientele.
No...she needed to try something else. Something subtler.
Taking her mouth away from the girls neck (and noting the lurid bite mark already appearing on the pale skin with something approaching guilt) she gently pulled her partners face round towards her own. Normally she spent as little time kissing as she could get away with. Too fucking intimate by far. Kissing was something she associated with the past, bouncy castles and long afternoons in a suburb bedroom in a pretty yellow fronted house….but needs must.
Forcing another fake smile onto her face, she pressed her lips against the pale ones opposite. A small moan and the relaxing of the hand holding her wrist almost made her smile, but she resisted the urge to feel triumphant. All was not lost quite yet then.
Ten minutes later, the two girls hastily rearranged their clothing. Emily smiling inwardly at a mission accomplished...well...sort of. Her hook up was blushing furiously at the recent memory of her vocal surrender to those talented fingers. Her single hoarse cry as Emily drove into her with straight fingered insistence, feeling the soft flesh around her fingers contract again and again, was testament to the skill being applied. Rather less successfully, but with the eagerness of someone on the verge of imminent orgasm, Jeannie had managed, with Emilys help, to return the favour. It was a pale imitation of the sort of climaxes the twin had enjoyed in the not too distant past. Shorn of love and blissful admiration, it was a mechanical conclusion. An itch scratched, a need satisfied. Nothing more.
There was no need for empty promises and exchanged numbers as they parted. Emily didn't ask and the girl didn't offer. They went their separate ways like the strangers they were.
XXX
Naomi
"Come on Naoms...help a guy out here?"
Naomi looked sideways in utter disgust at the boy next to her in bed. Post coitus, she had no interest whatsoever in offering any such 'favour' to her recent conquest. The shag had been average at best and the hopeful look in the guy's eyes as he waved his newly revived organ in her direction was utterly misplaced.
"You're having a fucking laugh, yeah?" she said flatly "Your dick, my mouth? Not a fucking prayer mate"
"Aww come on babe...that gear was fucking ace...look, I'm hard as a rock again...I'll..."
Naomi interrupted quickly. Whatever suggestion the boy (Robert...Robin?) was about to make needed shutting down immediately.
"Look...err... Rob?" She shortened his name, just in case she chose the wrong one. He'd been a docile and willing diversion, but she was sobering rapidly now. Usually, when the questions from her classmates and her own frustration got too much, she solved the problem with something more...al fresco. Shagging a random against a wall might not be the most romantic way to satisfy her urges, but it was less complicated than allowing anyone into her inner sanctum. Small and cramped it might be. Full of well thumbed books and notepads, but it was hers.
Not as comfortable or familiar as her room at home, but that space held so many ghosts and unsettling reminders of her past that she left Bristol with an almighty sigh of relief. The past, and a certain brown eyed beauty was done. Dusted. The relentless ache in her heart wasn't fading anything like quickly enough for comfort, but nights like this usually pushed it into the background for a while.
But now she had a problem to deal with. Robert/Robin was still waving his distended organ as if it was a flute attempting to hypnotise a cobra. She could barely keep the look of disgust off her face. Jesus, she thought...that thing has been inside me. Naomi girl...you need to take a long hard look at yourself?
She sighed.
"Its been great...no really?" she said as his expression recognised the coming brush off "...but I...I have to get up early for a...a…."
"A lecture?" he said helpfully, at least taking his hand off the erection he had been cradling so possessively up till now.
Naomi nodded quickly.
"On a fucking Sunday?" he said, eyes narrowing.
Shit, she thought...its bloody Saturday. Stupid Naomi.
"No n..not a lecture, sorry...I have a...a cram session planned with a couple of the girls from my study grou..."
Robin/Robert shook his head dismissively, then mercifully turned to the side, no doubt looking for his discarded jeans and t shirt. Naomi forced herself not to cheer at his imminent departure. He was a nice enough guy and breaking her 'no overnight' rule had been her mistake, not his.
"Look...I...I..." she started, but his pride had obviously been badly dented and his back was a mute rebuke to her attempted apology.
"No problem babe" he said, not turning round. Her instinct was to tell him that she was no ones babe (not nowadays anyway, an inner voice goaded), but she curbed her usual sarcasm with difficulty. Best let him keep the high ground.
He stood, fully dressed by the bed as she clutched the single sheet to her chest. Naomi wasn't normally modest, but with him clothed, she felt more than a little vulnerable.
"Shall I call you?" he tried, his voice betraying a hope he must have known was forlorn. Naomi's eyes flitted to the place she'd left her phone, but made no move to get it.
"Right" he said bitterly "Well...I'd say its been great, but to be honest, the sex was a bit one sided, yeah?"
Naomi coloured at his sudden perception. He'd been energetic and relatively pleasant to shag, but nothing more. The fact that she'd spent the past few months hooking up with occasional guys instead of girls wasn't actually fooling anyone, let alone herself. The line she'd used when in bed with Emily all those months ago rang even more hollow now.
"Maybe I only like boys...apart from you"
Yeah, fucking right.
Robin/Robert left without waiting for her to make any more lame excuses. The door closed behind him firmly, making the blonde start. But her mind was already on other things…
XXX
A hundred and fifty miles away, a dishevelled man with a few days growth on his chin stood next to the house phone he had been staring at for over half an hour. He knew the call needed to be made, but his hands seemed to be frozen, numb.
How the fuck do you tell an only daughter that her mother is dead?