Sex with the ex - chapter 1

A/N: I know it's yet another story, but it came to me and I wanted to write it. Please let me know if you want me to continue. :)

Naomi

I shoved another flyer into an envelope, only 500 more to go I thought bitterly. I sighed, we were trying to stop female genital mutilation, what's putting a few bits of paper in the post compared with what those poor fuckers had to endure?

I know it might not sound like it right now, but I really enjoyed my job working for a political lobbying group. It made a difference and I made a difference. Whether it was protesting about animal rights, stopping awful practices or trying to make sure people weren't treated like cattle, we actually did something, you know? We weren't always successful, but at least we tried which is more than most people and it meant even though I knew there were some horrific things in the world, I slept more easily at night.

I'd always been passionate about stuff like this, got it from my Mum. Ever since I can remember I'd been on some sort of march, rally or sit in, banner in hand, strong words on the tip of my tongue, one of the first phrases out of my mouth had been 'fuck off'. It discombobulated people when a cute, blue eyed little girl shouted obscenities at them.

I'd only been working here a couple of months since I'd decided to come home after travelling for far too many years after uni. Effy had a spare room so I didn't need to go back to my Mum's and we'd shared a flat while in London so we knew we could manage quite successfully without killing each other.

We'd also travelled together for a while, we went to Goa straight after our A levels finished, I was supposed to be going with someone else but that went tits up (well ok, actually, I fucked the whole thing up by screwing someone else) so I changed the name on the ticket and Effy took her place. We were living on a princely budget of £10 a day, so we knew after surviving some of the dives back then, and the fact Effy managed to cope with my permanently foul temper as a result of the fact my heart had been broken, meant sharing a frankly, pretty luxurious flat now would be a doodle.

Effy worked for a large investment bank and as long as she kept shed loads of business and money rolling in they were prepared to pay her an obscene amount of money. I teased her endlessly about selling out, but as usual she immediately reminded me that my principles didn't stop me enjoying the trappings of the lifestyle she mostly funded. It was a fair point.

After uni, we'd set off again, this time to Thailand, with a bit more cash in our pockets. I was also a far better travelling companion this time round, I'd decided once I got to uni there was far too much available pussy to stay miserable. So I closed off my bruised and battered heart and got on with the enjoyable business of bedding a succession of fit girls over the next three years. It was mostly a one time thing, but occasionally it'd last longer, well until they realised that I wasn't lying when I said I didn't do commitment and my sticking around really wasn't anything more meaningful than the simple fact I wasn't bored of shagging them yet.

Effy was exactly the same, when Freddie, her first and only proper boyfriend, had been murdered it had nearly destroyed her, so she kept everything light and casual and never got attached. In fact, I was probably the most constant person in her life, apart from the last couple of years when I'd been in Australia, we'd always shared a flat or been together.

Surprisingly, given how much intoxicating substances we consumed and how hard we partied, Effy and I had only slept together once. She'd got totally wasted at a full moon party in Thailand and said she wanted to know what it was like to be with a woman, and it might as well be me who got the benefit of her experiment. At first I pretended to be mildly insulted, but she informed me with an air of confidence of someone who knows they're spot on that she knew damn well I'd wanted to know what it was like to fuck her so best not pass up her generous offer. I'd grumbled a bit more about being used but in reality was more than happy to oblige and we spent the whole night banging each other's brains out. In the morning she'd drawled, in that mildly disinterested way she'd perfected over the years, that while I was undoubtedly a superb shag, muff wasn't for her, so let's not risk complicating our friendship. That, as they say, was the end of that.

After a couple of months, she went back home to get a 'proper grown up job' and I continued travelling leaving a series of, even if I do say so myself, satisfied women in my wake. Things changed a few years later when I hit Brisbane and met Dee one night in a bar. She had a gorgeous, sun kissed body, soft green eyes and an infectious, dirty laugh. One cheesy chat up line and the fact she loved blondes, especially the British ones, was all it took to ensure we were soon back at her place, frantically fucking until sunrise. One night became two, that turned into a couple of weeks, then a few months and I still wasn't bored of screwing her, so I stuck around.

I got a job, another sign of me setting down some roots, not that I admitted it of course and we drifted almost sub consciously into being a couple. I shared her bed, her friends became mine and life was good. I'd always been honest about what an emotional basket case I was, how I wasn't sure I was capable of ever loving someone properly and Dee said she understood, that she'd take anything I was able to give. Some of her friends thought I was a heartless bitch, they were probably right, but it was none of their business and it worked for us. Well at least at first, but as time went on I could see it got to her, the disappointment on her face when she'd tell me she loved me and knew I was never going to say it back. Looking back, I think she'd always held on to the hope she'd change me, I knew she wouldn't and it wasn't fair to tie her into a relationship that wasn't giving her what she needed or deserved.

So I decided it was time to move on but took the cowards way out and left her a note one day telling her it was over. I had enough money to get a plane ticket home, so that's what I did, but not before I got a series of increasingly angry phone calls, from Dee and her friends, telling me what a cunt I was. It was better in the long run she hated me I suppose, but I'd been fond of her and hadn't meant to hurt her.

I turned up on Effy's doorstep, asked if I could move in for a while and got a job with the lobby group. A couple of months later the arrangement still worked for us both and we made it permanent. What stayed very firmly temporary was any sexual encounter I had, I'd been burned twice by relationships, the second nowhere near as badly as the first, but I obviously wasn't cut out for them. I was brought out of my musing by the sound of the door opening and my boss Mel walked in.

"Nai, do you need some help? I know it's a bit shit to repetitively fill envelopes."

I shook my head, "Nah, I'm good. Three years of uni prepared me well..."

She laughed, "stop it, we've all been there, but it's a necessity."

I smiled back, "I know. So how was your weekend? Did the flowers do the trick on Friday?"

She sighed, "no, not even close. Apparently they were 'shit, and not going to make up for me being late again'. Told you I should have gone to Waitrose."

"Honestly, your girlfriend sounds like a bloody nightmare. Ok so it was late when we left here but it wasn't like you turned up pissed, we'd been working." I offered.

She nodded, "I know, and she understands really, the flowers might not have been a hit but a Saturday morning buried between her thighs seemed to help."

"Oh, life's such a bitch sometimes..."

She laughed, "Don't I know it. So how about you? Did some poor, unsuspecting girl fall for your questionable charms?"

I grinned, "I may have got lucky. Effy brokered a big deal and was in the mood to party. So we hit town and let our hair down."

Christ, did we ever. Even at school she was always hedonistic, I guess we all were back then, but Ms Stonem knew how to enjoy herself. She'd flown in from Berlin on Friday night, adrenaline rushing through her system on the back of her latest deal which would result in a hefty bonus, which she'd already partly spent on some seriously good, grade A coke. She chopped six lines on the table and got the tequila out, we downed several shots, snorted the coke and then she . demanded we went clubbing so we ordered a taxi and went into town.

We skipped the queue at one of our favourite haunts, Eff once had a thing with one of the bouncers so we always got in easily. The whole place was a sweaty mass of bodies, all with the same aim, to get totally off their faces as quickly as possible and to enjoy the night. We were totally buzzing by the time Effy shouted 'let's get some cock and fanny, you can have the flat I'm going home with him' pointing to a guy in a tight tshirt. She smacked me as I told her not to bother cos he was clearly gay.

"Babe, after a few hours with me, he won't know what he is..." She said with a throaty laugh as she made her way over.

Poor bugger didn't know what hit him as the full on force of Effy Stonem tangled him in her web.

I went to the bar and ordered a beer, I stood sipping it as I watched the place get even more mental. Suddenly I felt hot breath on my neck.

"Hi, I'm Beth, can I buy you a drink?"

I turned and was greeted by a pair of amber eyes, I smiled, "Corona would be good."

"One Corona coming up." She said with a smirk as she went to the bar.

In the end we had several drinks and then went to dance, she pressed her body impossibly close to mine as we ground together on the dance floor. I spotted Effy across the room and she winked at me as the, clearly not gay guy, rubbed against her. Looks like we were both on a promise tonight.

I turned my attention back to the girl, "fancy getting out of here?"

She smiled, "your place or mine?"

"Are you a student?"

She nodded.

"Then mine's probably a safer bet, less chance of being disturbed..."

She grinned and took my offered hand as I led her from the club. We found a taxi easily, a highly charged journey followed, we hadn't even kissed yet but the ache between my thighs told me that needed to be remedied soon. When we arrived I paid the driver and ushered her into the flat.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked politely as her eyes raked up and down my body.

She shook her head, "let's dispense with the niceties, I didn't come here for a drink..."

I liked her directness, "Fine, then get your sweet ass into my bedroom and let me give you what you did come here for..."

She giggled and took my hand as I pulled her towards my room, her laughter subsided as I laid her on the bed, by the time we were both naked and my tongue and fingers worked their magic all together different sounds were escaping her throat. I could tell she was a screamer, so it's a good job there was no one else around.

Ten minutes later I watched her come beautifully as my fingers twisted inside her, while my tongue maintained its eager lapping across her clit. She jerked, shuddered and, yep I was right, screamed as I continued to pleasure her.

"Oh fuck yessssss..."

I finally stopped when her body went limp and admired the view in front of me, her tits were full and round and she tasted delicious. I withdrew my fingers as I sat up.

"Well, you're quite something aren't you?" I said with a chuckle as she opened her eyes.

She licked her lips, "you don't know the half of it babe..."

I grinned as she roughly pushed me back onto the bed, "I think you should show me..."

She smiled back as two fingers entered me, immediately thrusting rapidly and deep, "it'd be my pleasure."

And it was most certainly pleasurable, she fucked me incredibly skilfully, just the right amount of pressure until I was the one writhing beneath her, crying out in release. I'd just caught my breath back when she pushed my legs wider open and her mouth replaced her fingers. It didn't take long until I came again, quickly, breathlessly and noisily as she lapped away, not stopping until my convulsing body shuddered to a climatic halt.

She smiled lazily as she raised her head, "you're quite something yourself, you taste like nectar."

My normal MO was to get rid of girls as soon as we'd both got we wanted, but something about her mischievous twinkling stare me think that keeping her occupied in my bed was a better idea. I'd been right about that, in spite of her youth she was phenomenal in the sack in an impressive variety of ways. She had plenty of stamina, so it wasn't until much later we collapsed onto the bed, breathless and covered in sweat but finally sated.

I woke at midday to find her gathering her clothes as she scribbled a note. My kind of girl, not clingy, not complicated, undemanding. Knowing she'd leave without any fuss, I pulled her back to the bed and fucked her to another screaming orgasm as a sort of thanks. She kissed me briefly at the door, thanked me for a spectacular night she'd remember for a long time and then she was gone without a backward glance. Perfect.

I smiled wistfully as Mel rolled her eyes, "you drifted off for a while there Nai."

My smile widened, "it was a long night."

Mel shook her head, "Honestly, I don't know how you get away with it, don't they ever get pissed off when you boot them out after you've had your wicked way with them?"

"You, my friend, have been out of the game too long, there are plenty of nubile young girls out there who are quite happy to have no string attached sex with yours truly and don't expect anything else." I said as I returned to my envelopes.

"So not settling down anytime soon then?" She said wryly.

"Nope, why tie myself to one woman, when I can have a string of hotties like Beth week in week out? I confirmed.

"One day you'll get bored." Mel said seriously.

I winked at her, "Yeah, when the world runs out of girls I haven't shagged yet."

"You must be close by now." She cheekily responded.

"You're only jealous because you're all loved up with what's her face and you'll never get to screw anyone new, ever." I teased back.

She shuddered, "Hey, don't knock it if you've never tried it Naomi. I can't stand the thought of being back on the market, having to go through all that nervousness and shit, just to get someone to sleep with you. Give it me on tap any day of the week and believe me, a woman who is tired of screwing my girlfriend is tired of life."

"I'll take your word for it. Besides, I have tried it, being part of a couple doesn't agree with me, I found that out the hard way. It's great it floats your boat, but it's not for me babe." I explained patiently.

"God I sound like your mother, I'm five years older than you for Christ's sake. What are you doing this Friday?"

I grinned, "Is that an offer?"

"Ha ha, we're having a friend over for dinner and I think you should meet her, she just your type." Mel replied.

"I don't have a type beyond them being female, available and up for anything." I quipped back.

"Like I said sweetie, Stella's just your type..."

Xxxxx

So here I was on a Friday night, clutching a bottle of wine and some flowers, instead of a shot glass and a spliff, preparing to go on a blind date. Mel had filled me in a bit more on this Stella during the week and if she was all she was cracked up to be I was sure I wouldn't be going home alone after dinner. I'd even gone to the trouble of getting some new underwear just in case.

I double checked the address and pressed the buzzer.

"Hello?" Mel's voice carried through the intercom.

"Hi, it's Naomi, I'm not too early am I?"

"No hun, come on up, third floor, red door on the left."

I pushed on the door and went inside, it was an old building so there was no lift and I cursed the stairs as I climbed. I arrived at the third floor slightly short of breath so waited before I knocked, a red faced panting mess wasn't going to make a good first impression, even if it was probably how I'd look later on if Stella and I hit it off.

I rapped sharply three times and moved from foot to foot slightly nervously as I waited, Mel threw the door open and kissed both my cheeks as she ushered me inside.

"Stella's here already and thanks to my groundwork is very much looking forward to meeting you." She whispered conspiratorially as she took my jacket.

"No pressure then, cheers babe." I said sarcastically.

She shoved me playfully. "Listen if half the stories you've come in with on a Monday are true, I don't think you've got much to worry about."

I followed her into the lounge where an attractive woman sat sipping a glass of wine, she smiled when she saw me and got up, "Hi I'm Stella and Mel has told me all about you Naomi."

I offered her my hand and gently brushed her palm with my thumb as she took it, "All good things I hope."

"Not always, some of them were positively wicked." She said with a cheeky grin.

"Remind me to thank her later for that." I grinned back.

Mel came back in with a glass of wine for me, "I see that's the introductions over and done with then."

"Yes, we thought we might as well do it ourselves seeing as your hosting skills aren't up to much." Stella teased.

"I was sorting out the wine, Naomi turns a funny colour if the alcohol in her blood stream drops too low." Mel joked as she handed me the glass.

"Fuck off, you cheeky cow." I said with a smile as I accepted it.

We stood around chatting for a while as appetising smells filled the room from the kitchen.

"The missus is well trained then, slaving over a hot stove while you glug wine?" I asked.

"I did tell her you'd arrived, she said she'd be out in two minutes, that was five minutes ago."

"Hey, don't interrupt her, she needs time to create her masterpieces," Stella chastised, "she's a fantastic cook, I always end up half a stone heavier by the time I leave."

I deliberately looked her up and down, obviously checking her out, "I can't see where you'd put it all."

She laughed, "So the charm thing is true then?"

"I have no idea what you mean..." I said with a wink.

"Honestly, I feel like a right gooseberry stood here." She shouted into the kitchen, "Em, come and save me, these two will be at it before you serve the starter if you're not careful."

My back was to the doorway as I heard someone come into the room.

"Sorry for being rude, I was fighting with a scallop shell."

The sound of that voice turned my blood to ice. I only just stopped myself dropping my glass as I visibly reeled. I knew exactly what Em was short for now.

I turned to face her and she gasped as my eyes met the shocked brown ones looking back.

I couldn't believe it, standing in front of me was the woman I'd spent the best part of seven years trying to forget.

Emily fucking Fitch.