Be warned, this is really just a bit of a smut fest with lots of angst thrown in. One of my last reposts before I get back to writing Harley Dreams. I've been sidetracked by re reading (yet again) "Underneath It All" by godlesshippie. One of my all time favourites alongside Now and Then by Crevette. Both stories immeasurably better than my poor efforts and they make my heart ache, they're so real and intense. In particular "Underneath" makes me hate Tony Stonem with a genuine passion. Anyway...on with this little muse. Thanks for stopping by.

Emily

I blame Effy Stonem, although that might be a trifle harsh. Her main offence is that she's too fucking observant by half. I knew that first day at Roundview with just one glance of those heroin chic made up eyes, she had me worked out. I may have just as well invited her over for an evening perusing the contents of my extensive fanny box.

She spotted the glances I gave Naomi Campbell and presumably the ones she occasionally gave me back when she thought I wasn't looking. I guess it must have been JJ who blabbed about me kissing Naomi (twice...and before you ask, yes it was fucking wonderful. electrifying) at Pandas soppy pajama party. But Effy had caught on way before that. She teased me about it constantly. All the time fucking Campbell was playing yo yo with my heart, I had my own curious ringside observer.

"She'll break your heart Emily" Effy said the day after I'd finally got Naomi naked and receptive at the lakeside that night, then found her fleeing the next morning like I'd infected her with something. Effy had somehow tracked me down as I monged out in the park, indulging my misery at being fucked over yet again.

"No shit, Sherlock" I blubbed huskily...rubbing my red eyes... while my sister slept the sleep of the terminally fucked in our bedroom back home. I'll get to Katie's part in this sad fuck up I call a life later, but at that particular period of our teenage lives, Katie was still into being spit roasted by two minor league footballers at the Holiday Inn. Fuck knows what she got out of it. I can only imagine how little foreplay two Neanderthals employ with a willing WAG. I'm guessing my (slightly) older sister had to help herself in the shower afterwards. Not something she was exactly unfamiliar with. I grew up with her remember? Too many early adolescent memories of scrubbing my teeth while my sister groaned in the shower behind me. I mean fuck me, a bit of decorum? I kept my private pleasures private, if you know what I mean?

Anyway, I knew Effy was right about Naomi, but you don't want to hear it when you're in love, do you?. So I tried again...and again... She was always eager and receptive in private. Give us a pub toilet cubicle, or the back wall of a club, outside with the empties... and Ms D. Niall was all hot kisses, wandering hands and breathless moans. But in public? Nada. Even the smallest hint of a PDA and she head for the hills quicker than a politicians promise after an election. I made the mistake of trying to hold her hand in the street once after some lame quiz night at Cooks Uncle Keith's manky pub...You'd have thought I'd suggested a market square sex show. She shot away from me like I'd suddenly shown her my holiday snaps from Chernobyl. Bitch.

We tried...or that is, I fucking tried again. After Effy and Katie had their little disagreement in the woods (and despite JJ's unhelpful comments about girls wriggling, the nearest I got to Nirvana that weekend was a bit of mutual crotch rubbing in the night. The first sign of me reaching for her zip and Miss pussy blocker 2015 was turning over faster than a hog roast) I sort of gave up for a while after that. But of course fifty texts and a hundred apologetic voice mails later and stupid me gave in to her. So when I took Katies History AS exam dressed in leopard print whilst my sister played the innocent martyr at home, I made the stupid mistake of telling Campbell I would miss her while she was on her 'find yourself holiday' in Cyprus. She slammed me into the lockers and kissed my face off. So idiot Emily takes it at face value and trots off with her for an afternoons rampant sex. And although just remembering that afternoon is bittersweet, because of the way it ended, it definitely WAS rampant. Up to then, Naomi had always just let me go down on her, returning the favour was obviously too fucking gay.

I normally got two straight fingers and a lot of neck biting. But that afternoon, she actually went for it. I don't know if it was just the buzz of seeing that blonde head between my legs, or the actual licking itself, but I went off like a fucking firework. Made me come so hard, I almost passed out.

But of course, that was as good as it got. She refused point blank to come to the College Ball with me, and I finally had had enough. I read her her fortune and fucked right off out of there. Minus Katies new shoes (which I never heard the end of). But that was it for me. I know Katie warned her off going to the Ball, and she didn't show up. I ended up in a bus shelter at midnight with JJ of all people. I'd told him before when I gave him that one time pity shag, that his dick was never going anywhere near my fanny again, but it was cold, Katie was sloppily blowing Freddies cock two feet away, and I needed a distraction, so I let him play with my tits while I got him off. I refused point blank to get down on my knees and copy my sister, mind. That would have been beyond weird, matching dresses, matching hairstyles and matching hard ons in our mouths was a step too far, even at my most 'submissive twin' period. In any case, the visual stimulation of him seeing Katie perform her party trick, along with two handfuls of my tits, didn't make JJ's stamina any better than when he actually shagged me. Inside 5 minutes, I was hunting for a tissue to mop a puddle of goo from the purple dress I'd hired.

Katie really got on my case over that. Mainly because we'd lost our joint deposit due to the cleaning bill.

"For fucks sake Emily" she raged. "Would it be too much to ask for you to swallow, like any normal date? You don't see me making any mess, do you?"

My stunned and disbelieving look went right over her head, of course. She might think that spending 15 minutes with a meat lollipop between her lips is fine, but this Fitch mouth is only truly happy when fanny is on the menu. No fucking way Jose to portable saveloy's...whoever they belong to.

But all that is a bit academic now. Naomi fucked off to Cyprus for the first month of our 6 week college break, and I was due to fly out on Friday week with Katie, to join my 'rents and James in the gite they hired near Paris. After the car crash known as my abortive seduction of Ms Campbell, I retired hurt. She is no doubt nightly writhing under a hairy, swivel hipped Greek waiter, still trying to cling on to that closet door. I spent the first week she was away torturing myself with mental images of her newly tanned body being penetrated by horny locals. But fuck that for a game of soldiers. At least I summoned up the mental strength to trash my old phone and sweet talk my dad into buying me a new one. New phone, new sim, new contact list. One which does NOT feature one Campbell N.

Result, no missed calls, voice-mails or texts from you know who. OK, I had to swear the others to secrecy. No point in getting a new number, only for it to be leaked to her overnight. But, so far, so good.

So lying here in my back garden, on a hot July day, with my parents and annoying little brother away and Katie following her lamo reserve team footballer to London for a game (and as she had pleaded with him for a night in town afterwards, they wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon) I had the house and garden to myself for at least 24 hours.

Bliss.

I poured myself another chilled and premixed vodka and coke from the thermos under my lounger and settled back to get some rays. After half an hour lying on my front, I got brave and loosened the ties of my blue bikini top. No one could see into our garden over the 8 foot hedges my mother had insisted on my dad installing to prevent prying eyes, so I was safe from casual perving...or so I thought.

Like I said, it was warm, the vodka was making my head a little woozy, and as I turned onto my back, my thoughts swam to that new sexy actress in Hollyoaks. God, she had great tits. I felt a warmth entirely unassociated with the sun build between my legs. That night by the lake with Naomi had definitely given me a taste for al fresco sex. Why not, I thought, and sniggered to myself. Time for a bit of 'me' time.

I slid the top down so my tits were bare. The sun felt good on them, and I felt my nipples crinkle at the gentle breeze...or it could have just been the thought of what I was just about to do...you choose.

Five minutes later, my slow caresses had progressed to outright stroking. My tits were tingling from the slow rolling of my nipples between finger and thumb. My skin felt like it was electrified all over. I sat up and pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes before swallowing another generous mouthful of chilled vodka...time to get this show on the road. Lying back down, I slipped my right hand inside the tiny matching blue bottoms. That first touch was always a good moment to me. I knew I wouldn't take long, so I deliberately slowed my pace. My middle finger slipped into its familiar position, gently parting my folds until it encountered my already excited clit. God, I was so wet already, my finger slipped over and around the excited nub easily. I let out a groan, and allowed my legs to fall open, bending one knee upwards to give my fingers more room to play. My other hand slid up my stomach and cupped a breast. I sighed as my finger began to play that familiar tune.

Just as I bit my lip (a pretty accurate Fitch sign that the cry of 'fire in the hole' is imminent, I heard something. To be honest, unless it was Vladimir Putin, about to carve out a chunk of the West Country as new Soviet territory, I wasn't sure I could actually stop. But I paused. And in that pause, a familiar, smoky voice sounded about a foot from my ear.

"Delicious" she said. I froze...fucking Effy Stonem...how the fuck?

I opened my eyes and jerked my head to the side. My hand came out of my pants like it was rocket assisted and I gaped in what I'm sure was a very unattractive expression.

"Effy? What the fuck...how did you...what are you doing here...?" I stuttered. Being caught getting off wasn't that unusual a situation in my house, but the disapproval of my twin, or the ecstatic face of my terminally perverted little brother weren't half as embarrassing as this.

Effy smirked at me as I sat there still open mouthed.

"Your side gate was unlocked babe" she drawled, still giving my body a serious eye fuck "But this was a very pleasant surprise...I must say"

I flushed what must have been a deep red and tried to drag my bikini top up to cover my tits. Which was all a bit late, I'm sure you will agree?

"Don't cover up on my account, beautiful" she smirked "Would it be too much to ask for you to carry on? Very stimulating"

"B...but...you're not gay...I mean...you like boys?" I stuttered, carrying on my semi coherent voice pattern.

"I'm lots of things, Emily Fitch" she smiled, and then did something which completely undid me (pun intended). She reached for my hand...the hand which had recently been inside my pants...put it to her mouth, and sucked my middle finger! I swear the sensation of her warm lips, and the swipe of her tongue across it was the single most erotic sensation I had ever experienced. I actually shivered, even though it was as hot today as any time this year. I swallowed thickly.

"W...what do you want from me Effy?" I finally managed

She didn't answer, just released my finger with an audible plop.

"Sweet" she grinned eventually. Fuck, she thinks my fanny tastes sweet, my brain screamed at me.

I goggled, wide eyed as she straightened up and I got a proper look at her. The usual pale grey see through shirt dress, no bra and the obligatory DM's. In other words, smoking hot.

She smiled down at me and held out her hand.

"I won't break your heart Emily" she said quietly. "And I've never been with a girl before...but then... that doesn't matter, does it? You have"

So I got up and followed her obediently into my empty house.

We went upstairs silently, her fingertips holding mine. I was literally incapable of coherent thought, apart from a repetitive "Effy Stonem, the girl EVERYONE wants to fuck... is taking me to bed"

When we got to the landing, and I stood beside her, she raised one eyebrow. Right, I thought, which bedroom? Not mine...single beds are off the menu. Not my fucking parents room. Screwing anyone in my mothers bed would be like farting in church. So, apart from James's room (same single bed problem, with the additional probable hazard of sticky sheets) so thank God for the guest room. Above the garage, rarely used, but with a good sized double bed and clean sheets. I pulled at her hand and she followed me to the room.

Once we got inside the bedroom, I started to lose my courage a bit. This was Effy, after all. Sex goddess. Seducer of Cook, Freddie and the object of lust of heaven knows how many?

But, as always, she operated her other worldly precognition.

"Emily...I can hear you thinking from here. This is my first time, so be brave... Just do...everything...to me"

I gulped...everything? Shit, my mind went up to a new gear...I didn't even own a dildo, let alone a strap on...

She smirked at my expression and closed the gap between us.

"Well, maybe not everything" she giggled "But I'm the beginner here. I fancy you...you fancy me,.unless you're too polite to say no...so lets get naked, huh?"

Now THATS an offer I didn't get every day. Didn't take me long. Two pulls on my bikini bottom cords and I was nude. Effy spent a moment looking me up and down. By the size of her pupils, she approved of what she was seeing. She reached down to the bottom hem of her apology for a dress and pulled it off in one move. Her tits bounced prettily as she lowered her arms and suddenly there didn't seem to be enough air in the room. God, she was fucking stunning. And to cap it all, as she used her heels to drag off the unlaced boots, I could see that she was wearing a tiny pair of white cotton knickers...with pink teddy bears on them. Fuck me...Suddenly I felt like the worlds youngest pedo. And when she slipped her thumbs under the waistband and dropped them to the floor, my title was confirmed. She was as smooth as a twelve year old. It didn't seem possible. Naked, this 17 year old vamp, who had effortlessly seduced the philanderer Cook, and dazzled half the college, looked like a child standing there, looking at me gravely.

"Say something" she said huskily

"I really fucking want you" I said, suddenly realising that I did...more than anything. Thoughts of anyone else, Naomi Campbell included, simply disappeared. I reached out to her, and she came into my arms immediately. The first kiss was warm, gentle and searching. The second was more eager. Her tongue joined mine and I tasted tobacco and wine. It wasn't unpleasant. I moaned softly into her mouth as our nipples grazed each others. Her skin was smooth and silky as I reached down and cupped her pert arse for the first time. This time she moaned as my thigh pushed between hers. I felt heat and wetness.

Her fingers clung to me as I lowered her onto the bed. I didn't want to lose contact, not for a second. She followed my lead, allowing me to stroke and tease her breasts before copying me. I looked into her eyes as she touched me. They were filled with the sort of wonder Naomi's had one time, eons ago...but unlike Naomi, I had no doubt that Effy Stonem wouldn't run for cover afterwards.

I was right.

After I had explored her with my hands, and she me...I slid down her body. I needed to taste her. Her thighs parted willingly as I moved between them. She reached behind her and p!umped up two pillows presumably so she could watch what I was doing. Again, so unlike Naomi, who would generally put an arm across her eyes when I went down on her, almost like if she couldn't see who was making love to her, she could pretend she didn't know. But Effy wasn't about pretending. Sex to her was an experience to be enjoyed to the full. When I blew on her cunt, before reaching out my tongue and touching her moist folds, she jerked in pleasure, but when I looked back up at her face, she smiled at me with knowing eyes.

"Oh yeah" she breathed "...just like that...Emily Fitch"

I didn't have many tricks in my bag in those days. Most of my technique was gleaned from websites and Diva, but this was something I wanted...no..needed to do. So I did it, and I did it well. Or at least well enough to make Effy Stonem cry out, gasp, moan...and eventually, hold my mouth, with its flickering tongue, hard against her as she threw back her head and came hard. She even let me slowly lap at her until I could feel the small muscles in her thighs and belly twitch as the next orgasm built. She wasn't touching me, apart from a hand tangled in my hair as I forced my tongue to drive deeper, to lap faster. But the sheer sensation of making her lose control a second time made my own cunt clench so hard, I was a fraction away from coming myself.

And did she return the favour? Fucking right she did. With no prompting, or nervousness...she flipped me over and buried her head between my legs. She may have been a novice, but enthusiasm trumps experience sometimes. I came noisily, lengthily...deliriously.

After the sex, she didn't jump up and hunt for her clothes like someone I could mention. She spooned me comfortably and whispered in my ear as I drifted off. And when I woke? She was still there, a hand resting on my hip, looking at me with hooded eyes.

"Again?" she whispered

"Oh fuck yes" I whispered back. And so we did...and before morning, we'd fucked another three times.

The last time I woke I thought she might have left, but no...she was sitting up, with her long legs crossed at the ankles, blowing thin plumes of smoke towards the ceiling from the joint in her hand. When my eyes opened, she looked at me silently for a moment before speaking.

"Well..." she said softly "that... was a night to remember... Emily?"

My stomach lurched. So this was it then. One afternoon and night of wall to wall shagging. Then I go back to my revision and she departs to continue tormenting the better half of Bristol. But I was wrong. As always, she read my thoughts like a clairvoyant.

"Don't over think it Emily" she breathed "I never said this had to be a one off, did I?"

"So this wasn't just an experiment for you Eff?" I said.

"In one way...yes it was. I was curious...now I know. Don't be so hard on yourself hun. You were...very entertaining. If you're asking if we can do this again...definitely"

We'll that was something I guess. She was already two strikes up on Naomi. She hadn't hit and run, and she seemed utterly unembarrassed about lying here naked with me afterwards.

She smiled that Mona Lisa smile again and stubbed out her spliff in a glass.

"I don't have to be anywhere for a while...do you?" she said

I didn't. Katie wouldn't be back till the afternoon at the earliest.

"Nope" I said slowly, taking the time to run my eyes over her body again.

"Then I think I need to be fucked again Emily...are you available?"

We both sniggered at that. Fuck yeah, I was definitely available.

I'd never tried 69 with a girl before (nor a guy either) but she said she wanted to try everything...half an hour later, we collapsed side by side on the bed, lips wet with each others excitement. I was exhausted all over again. The sheets were damp with our sweat...and other liquids. She moved closer and slung an arm over my waist, holding my eyes with that penetrating Stonem stare.

"I think you and I...well, maybe we could try this thing..." she said, and for once, her mysterious look was gone.

"I thought we'd tried most things" I said lightly

"You know what I mean" she said softly "Like being together occasionally. Nothing heavy...just friends with very pleasant benefits?"

Of all the things she had said in my bed, that was the most surprising.

"But...I thought you were going out with Freddie...and there's Cook...?" I trailed off.

"I was fucking them occasionally. There is a distinction."

I swallowed hard.

"So...like proper fuck buddies then?" I croaked. Surely I was reading way too much into this?

She bit her lip, and I tried hard not to remember how Naomi had the same expression on her face when she was wrestling with a problem.

"Well, its a bit early to order the rings and flowers, but...I really like you Fitch...and as Scarlett Johanssen is currently unavailable...yeah, lets try, huh?"

"Our friends are going to shit a brick...oh fuck...and Katie?"

My eyes goggled at the thought of how my sister was gonna react to me moving my lesbian fascination from Naomi Campbell to her biggest rival. Fuck me, Katie had only just begun to say Effy's name without a dozen swear words attached. Now her twin sister was shagging her nemesis. You really couldn't make it up.

Effy looked at me seriously.

"Forget Katie...she's not half as homophobic as she pretends" she smirked, and I filed that one away for future reference "What about Naomi?"

I could have tried to bluff, but it would have been pointless. Effy could see straight through me.

"It will be...well, difficult Eff" I said eventually "I do...did love her...and despite the fact that she's a stupid, pig headed, self denying twat...I think she might actually have some feelings for me"

I looked at Effy steadily "But she had her chance. If you think we can have something, even if its casual here, I'm willing to try"

"Thats all I can ask Emily" Effy said softly "And I keep my promises...I won't break your heart...if you hadn't been focused totally on Naomi from the first day at college, you might have noticed I quite fancied you too.

I gaped again

"Even from then?" I said

"Even from then" she nodded. "I'm not gonna make you stupid promises. But I'll hold your hand in public.., kiss you hello and goodbye...and we'll take it from there. Deal?"

I nodded. Naomi might not want me, but the hottest girl at Roundview did. What could possibly go wrong?

And that is how my summer break between terms at Roundview suddenly got a whole lot better. I was now Effy Stonems fuck buddy. It could have been worse...