Katie
She's not getting away with it. Fuck her and all that mysterious oracle shit. Shagging Cook and Freddie at the same time wasn't enough for her...oh no. She has to royally fuck up my picnic weekend too. I told them no drugs, right?...just beer and sausages. Me and Freddie are an item now. No more heroin chic losers interfering. Her days as queen bee are over...
Except it didn't work out that way. In fact fuck all is working out the way I want. Emily is off on another of her 'Saint Naomi' trips, following that peroxide bitch around with a 'fuck me sideways... please?' look. Its disgusting. I even saw them blatantly holding hands when we set up the tents. To make it worse, no one else seems to even care that Campbell is busy corrupting my sister. Emily's not gay, she just has some fucked up idea about 'being her own person' or something. My mum made me promise to keep an eye on her, and to keep her away from that blonde bitch 'at all costs'. But its fucking hard work, you know? I have enough trouble keeping my own boyfriend Freddies eyes on me. I've seen the sly looks Stonem gives him when she thinks I'm not looking. And he's not exactly resisting her. If he wasn't the only act in town at the moment, I'd kick his skinny arse to the kerb too.
Its not what I'm used to at ALL. Guys usually fight each other to get into my pants. Even that pencil dicked creep Danny Guillermo fought to keep his mates from coming on to me. I'm Katie Fitch. I don't have to try when it comes to men. One blow-job from yours truly and they run after me like starving dogs for the rest of their lives...a legend, me...
But I'm starting to think I've lost my powers lately.
And since that Stonem bitch found the magic mushrooms tonight, everything about this sausage and beer party has gone into meltdown too. Emily has disappeared with a handful of sparklers in one hand and Naomi fucking Campbell in the other. I shudder to think what they're up to right now. Cooks constant references to muff diving at Roundview gives me way too many unpleasant mental images as it is. What the fuck is it about lesbians and oral sex anyway? They must spend half their lives with their ears muffled by thighs. No wonder Emily never hears the alarm clock.
Pick up Cosmo, and its all...lick this, suck that, to keep your girl happy.
Sickening.
Whenever a guy goes down on me (not often, thank God), I always want him to get it over with as quickly as possible, then get the fuck off me so I can sit on his dick.
Its hard enough to get a decent orgasm out of them even when I'm fully in charge, sitting on top where I can use my own fingers to touch myself. Some stubbly male spending half an hour trying to find my clit with his tongue while I study the cobwebs on the ceiling isn't my idea of fun. Nope. Just enough manually induced moisture to stop it being painful, then in, out, bit of self diddling and bingo...I get off before the guy underneath me loses it and blows his load into the condom. Occasionally, if he's more than averagely fit and has a dick impressive enough to bear close scrutiny, I might let him finish in my mouth. But if I was truthful, having a reputation as a repeat swallower isn't all its cracked up to be. A mouthful of wallpaper paste is kinda hard to..err...swallow. So nowadays, unless there is a cold glass of coke nearby to dispose of the aftertaste, I prefer them to use my tits for target practice. Just need strong tissues then...
Anyway. Freddie is a pretty compliant type, as boyfriends go. He smokes way too much weed to be at me every chance he gets, so some nights we don't even bother to shag. Just watch a DVD and settle for a cuddle. Bit domestic really...Fuck, I'm getting old at 17. Nightmare.
But as tonight has gone to complete shit as well as the rest of my social life, I've decided to confront Stonem about it. She wandered off a few minutes ago, giggling at fuck all, coz of the shrooms, and waving a sparkler in the air like a five year old kid. Freddie is busy inhaling his 5th joint of the night, so I think I can safely say his dick will be staying in his pants till morning. Panda is fuck knows where, chasing her soon to be ex through the trees, and the muff munchers are off somewhere...probably...munching. Yuk. Thomas disappeared a while back after the uninvited guest blew Pandora's cover story, so its time to get my revenge while everyone else is otherwise occupied. Even if it does twist my guts to leave Emily alone with Miss Double Ender 2009.
I crunched through the thick vegetation, tearing my tights on both fucking legs in the process. Fuck. Stupid bitch Stonem could have followed a path or something, like a normal person. One more reason to hate her.
It took me ten minutes to actually find her. Standing in a clearing with her head back, looking up dreamily at the trees. I mean...trees..big green and brown things...seen one, seen 'em all, right? But judging by the stupid smile on her face as I rounded her, she was obviously having a mushroom moment over the leaves. Pathetic.
"Katie" she smiled crookedly at me as her eyes eventually focused. "What a lovely surprise...I was just looking at the trees...aren't they pretty?"
I snorted in derision.
"Yeah...fucking amazing...what the fuck is wrong with you Effy...its a tree, for fucks sake. Get over it"
She turned fully to look at me and judging by the size of her pupils, I wasn't going to get anything sensible out of her mouth before morning. But tearing my tights was reason enough to force the issue. I took a deep breath and stared at her hard, willing her to come down off that fluffy cloud she was occupying.
"Effy" I said sternly "I want you to leave Freddie alone. He's MY boyfriend. Chasing after him just makes you look a bit like a desperate whore, yeah?"
She just grinned crookedly at me and played around with the stalk of grass in her hand. I hissed in annoyance. Stupid cunt was so shroomed up, I'm surprised she recognised me at all. But giving up easily is not one of my traits.
"Can't you see he doesn't fancy you any more Eff. He's mine. Leave him the fuck alone"
This time she made a small movement with her lips and blew out a long breath. Finally, I thought, I'm getting through. She shook her head, like she was explaining something to a 5 year old. I felt my anger bubbling up at her patronising expression.
"You really don't get it, do you Katiekins" she drawled, reaching out a hand to my cheek. I slapped it away, making her stumble, but she straightened up and smiled at me again.
"No" I grated "YOU don't get it. Freddie is fucking me Effy, not you. Keep your eyes and your hands off him. You had your chance"
She smirked again and I was about a millisecond from slapping it off her face. Fucking loser...but she stopped me in her tracks with her next words.
"Its not Freddie I fancy, Katie"
I snorted again. Right.
"Yeah, sure" I sneered "I have eyes you know. I've seen the longing looks. Don't treat me like an idiot"
She shrugged and bit her lip. I was torn between carrying out my threat and kissing her. FUCK! Where did that come from. Kissing her? Jesus, I'm spending way too much time with Emily and Campbell. I'm not even remotely attracted to women, let alone skinny junkies.
"I fancy you Katie...the looks have been aimed at you"
I stood there with my mouth open. WTF?
"Don't play games Stonem" I sneered "You're fucking straight...well as straight as you can be, seeing as how you're permanently wasted. Cook...Freddie...several random cocks in between...remember?
She giggled inanely and the urge to slap her returned. I suppressed it with difficulty.
I gritted my teeth at her untroubled expression.
"So...now that we've got that...straight...lets sort this out. Leave Freddie alone...he's mine" I said as firmly as I could. But still she stood there with this stupid grin on her face, like I was completely missing the point.
"So..." she drawled eventually "She doesn't believe me...how can I prove it?"
And with that she lurched forward and grabbed me by my shoulders. My mouth was open in surprise, which was bad luck on me, because she took the opportunity to press her lips on mine. Before I could do more than gasp in shock, her mouth was covering my own and her hands had moved up to grip my head. She turned her head sideways and started to like...proper snog me.
I was so surprised, I actually let her...
I should have just slapped the fuck out of her. But the five seconds I spent debating it was enough to kick my libido into first gear. Fuck, she could kiss. No tongue, just soft moist lips rolling with mine. I lifted my hands to push her away, but I seemed to have lost all my strength. I was like Superwoman with an arm full of Kryptonite. Helpless.
Before I knew it, I was kissing back. Then her fucking tongue got into the act, slipping inside my mouth and teasing mine. I couldn't tell you how long it went on...certainly a minute or more, but she had me responding inside 15 seconds. I could feel her skinny body pressing into me in several interesting places. She even drew back for a second, using those big blue eyes to bore into me, before kissing me, hard, again.
If it wasn't for the fucking owl, which decided to let out a loud hoot just above us, I might have still been kissing her now. We separated suddenly, me with a second of shock, then an angry snarl, her with this fucked up dreamy grin on her face...like she'd come down Christmas morning and found the present she'd waited all year for sitting on the living room floor.
"What the actual fuck Effy" I shouted, pointlessly wiping my mouth and scowling at her. Horse, stable door, anyone?
"You liked that" she said simply "And don't lie to me Katie...you liked it a lot"
"Fuck OFF!"I snarled "You took me by surprise, is all. I'm straight, remember. Emily's the queer one"
She smiled at that, knowingly. Uh oh, I thought. No one is actually supposed to know that about my sister, are they?
"Look..."I started, before she pressed forward again. This time I stumbled backwards, holding my hands up to ward her off. Jesus, she must have been flying on those mushies to be so handsy with me, I thought. We'd never even brushed hands before...now she'd kissed me...twice, and it was totally, terrifyingly unnerving.
"Will you just stop with the kissing, you mad cow" I spluttered "I'm not...I mean you're not...what the fuck is happening here? The worlds gone to shit"
She stood there in that ridiculous biker jacket and skirt, just looking at me.
"Effy?" I said when it looked like she was never gonna utter another word this century.
"Don't fight it Katie" she said slowly. "I fancy you...you fancy me...no one's here, whats the problem?"
"W...what!" I shouted "What on earth are you on about? I came here to warn you off Freddie, not get into your knickers. Stop talking rubbish...those mushrooms have fucked with your head. Me Katie...cock lover, you Effy Stonem...ditto cock lover, right?"
Instead of answering, she stepped forward, again reaching for me. I couldn't let her mouth touch me. I knew if I did I wouldn't stop her again, so I pushed out with both of my hands...hard. My Dad had always insisted Ems and I joined in his ridiculous Get Fitched campaign, so there was a fair bit of oomph behind my push. Being about the weight of a seagull feather, she went backwards and straight onto her back. I winced at the definite thud as she hit the undergrowth.
Then there was silence. Oh God, I thought, she's impaled herself on a stump or something. I'm a murderer. I let out a strangled groan and threw myself down, straddling her body and brushing the hair out of her eyes. They were closed, and her face was pale.
"Oh Jesus...please no" I moaned "Effy, for fucks sake, wake up...I didn't mean to..."
Then her eyes opened and she grinned. I almost screamed in relief, quickly followed by rage.
"You fucking COW" I raged, pushing her arms above her head and leaning forward to look right into her face. "Not fucking funny, Stonem"
She licked her lips and stared at me evenly. I suddenly realised what position we were in. If this was a guy under me now, I would be grinding myself on his crotch, ready to start some serious unzipping. The flash of heat in my centre didn't help. I started to pull back, but her arms came free of my gripping hands and she held onto me by the waist. It had the unfortunate effect of pressing me against her body...right fucking there.
I tried to keep my face neutral, but I suppose that was a vain hope with miss psychic. I saw her eyes widen as I flinched above her.
"Well..." she drawled " I said I wanted to get you horizontal...but this isn't quite how I pictured it...several times..."
God help me, the image of her pleasuring herself whilst thinking about me on top of her shot into my mind unbidden. Again I got a pulse of heat between my legs. I knew I had to get off her...like now, or...
"Don't" she said quietly, when I started to lift off her "Please?"
"What the fuck, Effy ?" I said again "This is crazy...why...I mean what...?"
Her hands came up and gripped my shoulders, pulling me down again till I was right there, in her face. I could smell her perfume, her skin. What the fuck was happening to me. I like dick, yeah, not willowy girls with smudged eye makeup and tiny tits...
"Kiss me" she breathed and my head swam at the prospect. My mouth could still feel the sensation of her previous kiss. I opened it to say no...to tell her to stop...anything but...
Too late. This time when she kissed me, her hands seemed to paralyse me completely. He mouth was soft and warm, demanding but gentle. I couldn't stop my tongue greeting hers eagerly when it pressed into my mouth. The kiss went on and on. And her body was doing more than just press against me this time. Somehow, her leg had squeezed between mine, don't ask me how. Her thigh rolled and thrust against the heat between my legs. I knew I was wet down there already and I jerked back, embarrassed that she now knew how excited I was. But her leg followed me, pressing harder and forcing a moan from my mouth that must have told her everything she needed to know about how turned on I was.
When our lips finally parted, I was gasping as though I had been holding my breath for minutes. We stared at each other for long seconds. I
knew that if she kissed me again, I wouldn't even try for the fig leaf of protest. What had started as a bitch fight was ending up as something totally different.
"I want you to fuck me Katie" she breathed "Any way you like..."
Fuck, I thrilled, the throb between my legs amplified a hundred fold. She was offering herself to me. Effy Stonem, ice queen of Roundview asking me to fuck her. It was perfect. That was the one thing I couldn't resist. Taking her...possessing her. Dominating her.
There was never any doubt in me after that. It was all harsh kisses, tearing tights and popped buttons. When her small tits came into view, I closed my mouth over her nipple and growled. I bit down hard, but she just arched up into me and gasped her acceptance.
"Thats it Katie...take me hard...fuck me...use me"
It was like I was in a frenzy. My cunt was clenching every time I unpeeled another layer from her. I sucked both tits, palming them roughly. It just made her pant harder and breathlessly urge me on.
"More...rougher...whatever you like." She groaned.
And I did like, whatever the tiny part of my brain which stayed logical said. I stripped the top off her and sucked hard on her slim pale neck, raising a vivid mark immediately. I'd branded her.
She helped me take off her skirt. No knickers, I noticed with a strange delight. Pushing her legs open, I thrust into her without mercy. She was dripping, open. My two straight fingers penetrated her to the knuckle. Again, no protest, just delicious moans and her fingers gripping my arm as I steadily built up a rhythm.
Her eyes were closed as I leaned over her, thrusting hard.
"I hate you" I said, curling my fingers up inside her, searching for that spot I knew would drive her crazy. My thumb rubbed her clit deliberately, feeling her flesh grip me tightly inside. It wouldn't be long now, I thought. I'd come often enough myself to know the signs of imminent surrender. Her neck was bared, showing the purple of my bite mark.
"I hate me..." she groaned "Harder Katie, please...I'm so close"
I leaned my body into my pumping forearm, pushing ever deeper inside her cloying heat. Her eyes opened and she started to spasm immediately.
"Oh yes Katie...coming...coming" she panted unnecessarily. I didn't need an instruction manual to see she was having a pretty spectacular orgasm.
I rode her down the back slope of her climax, slowing my thrusts until I was just holding my fingers there. I thought I would feel disgust now, but I couldn't make myself pull out of her. Her eyes were open again, watching my face for what...I don't know.
"What did you just make me do?" I said in a weak voice I hardly recognised "I'm not...you're not...we're..."
"Katie" she whispered, and her body clenched on my fingers once more as she leaned up on her elbows. Jesus, I felt the throb between my own legs again. I was more excited than I ever remember being in my life before. But this was wrong...so wrong. I pulled my fingers free, seeing them glisten in the moonlight. I should have been repulsed. Effy Stonems cum coating my hand. I went to wipe it onto my skirt, but her hand moved with startling speed. She gripped my wrist and shook her head.
"Let me" she said quietly and I watched with amazement as she took my hand and pushed my fingers inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue lapping at her own moisture. There may be a more erotic sight, but up until then, I hadn't seen, or felt one. Again, the irresistible clench between my legs.
And again, my inability to mask my emotions was read, digested and acted on by her. She knew how turned on I still was. She might have just had an intense orgasm, but I was still trembling with unfulfilled lust, and she knew it.
I wanted...well, I didn't know what I wanted...but she took the decision out of my hands, yet again.
She released my wrist, my fingers curling in on themselves as I sat back. The warm sensation of her mouth on my fingers still echoing in my head.
She reached down and started tugging at my skirt. Pulling the zip down and throwing it aside. Unlike her, I was wearing a flimsy thong, if not much else. I could feel the chill of the woods around us on my bare skin, but if I was honest, it wasn't that making me tremble. I felt like I was plugged into the mains. My skin tingled where she touched me.
She reached over with both hands to one side of my waist and snapped the cotton material, tossing the thong on top of my skirt. Now I felt her hand sliding under me as I crouched over her. The first touch of those slim fingers nearly did for me straight away. I was used to sausage fingered, clumsy men, bruising, inaccurate and usually impatient.
This was anything but. Her other hand held my head, pulling me down, so I couldn't do anything but kiss her again. This time we both moaned as she fingered me slowly. It was exquisite. I knew that if I spent the rest of my life regretting this moment, I couldn't give a fuck. If this was what girl sex was...I would definitely need to reconsider my attitude to muff.
Her groaning and my desperate moans combined as we carried on kissing. My eyes flew open as she pulled back and took her fingers away at the same time.
"N...no" I gasped, reaching for her hand. "Eff. Not now,,,,don't stop now"
I realised I was begging her, but I didn't care. I was so fucking close...
"Wait" she breathed " I want to...up here" I blinked at her in surprise...what the fuck?
She grabbed both my bare thighs with her hands and started pulling me upwards. Even as I obeyed her, I didn't really understand. Until I was straddling her head, looking down at those ocean blue eyes, staring up at me. I swallowed hard at the sight. She couldn't mean...could she?
She did.
Once I was poised over her, feeling more vulnerable that I ever had during sex, her slim fingers gripped the cheeks of my behind and pulled me that extra inch downwards. Instantly her tongue slid fully inside me. I felt it lapping and probing cleverly. But that was the last coherent thought I had for a while. Her tongue carried on circling my clit, while her fingers searched for and found every available place to enter...and I mean every place.
No one had ever touched me like that, or penetrated me like that before (Danny's half hearted pleas to shag me in that particular place were given short shrift and he never asked again) This was different. It felt wonderful. Both sets of fingers working in counterpoint inside me.
I rocked wildly on her face, watching her eyes watching me. It didn't last, of course. How could it? I was half way to coming even before she played her trump card. In seconds, I was howling my release to the dark sky above us, grinding myself down onto her hungry mouth. I came harder than I thought I ever could, fucking Effy Stonem's skilful tongue that night.
XXX
Te minutes later, I stumbled back into camp alone. We had dressed with our backs to each other before the awkwardness of the final goodbye.
"Effy...no one can...I mean, if Freddie or Emily find out..."
She smiled sweetly at me before turning her back and leaving. Her voice floated over her shoulder as she walked away.
"No one will hear about it from me Katie" she said "Tell them, Oh I dunno...tell them you hit me over the head with a rock or something"
And then she was gone.
And now I have to talk to Emily...if I can prise her out of Naomi's grasp. She'd understand...wouldn't she?
My life seems to have got a whole lot more complicated...