Hi

My first attempt at Skins and it just has to be smut, doesn't it? Sorry about that! Just a toe in the water this time, because it's probably shit and you'll all hate it. Still, I felt I had to put something back after enjoying all these wonderful stories on here. I've read and re read hundreds, from the sweet to the downright filthy!

Three guesses which I read the most? (Blame the adolescent hormones)

Give it a try and maybe let me know if its rubbish? Thanks :)

Bristol, 1am...a bedroom.

"You're actually a very dirty girl, aren't you Emily?" the voice whispered in the darkness.

I wanted to say no, that I'm the 'good' twin. The one that doesn't end up in some alleyway every weekend with my knickers round my ankles and a random hand between my legs. But considering where I am, who I'm with and what I'm about to let her do (and please God she lets me do it to her too) that would be hypocritical.

So I might as well confess.

"Yes" I say hoarsely.

I feel her answering smile rather than see it. It really is dark in here. I've never been in this room before. I wanted to, right from the first day of college when I saw her face and that oh so tempting body in the gym assembly meet and greet. But I never dreamed it would actually happen. I'm a bit of a specialist in longing from afar. The occasional shared coy glance, a brush of finger or shoulders and its usually enough. Enough to make me excuse myself and find a quiet place to...help myself. Katie is the bold one. The one who lives out her fantasies. I'm the quiet one, the doormat. Content to just watch the object of my affection from a distance and pleasure myself guiltily afterwards, when Katie is snoring and the house is quiet.

But not tonight.

Tonight I went for it. Two tabs of particularly strong MDMA, three bottles of Sol and I was a real dervish, whirling and whooping on the packed dance floor. All those sweaty gyrating bodies, the band wailing and the bass thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. I was transported, elated. Even when Cook, ever the liberty taker, rubbed his unwanted erection against my arse and cupped my tits possessively as he ground against me, I was content to allow it. My head was swimming so pleasurably, any physical contact was welcome, even from the 'wrong' sex.

I guess I was lucky Katie pulled me away from him when she did. I know his reputation as well as any of us do. Given the chance and a quiet spot, I have no doubt he would have shagged me up against some wall. The state I was in by then, pure sensation was all I was feeling. Getting shagged by Cook would have crippled me later, the guilt, the shame. But right then? With his arms circling me and my nipples responding to his crafty thumbs, who knows?

But now. Lying here on my back with a willing female body kneeling over me, I know the guilt won't come tomorrow over this. This is what I want, isn't it? To love and be loved by a girl.

I've watched her from afar for almost a month now. Watching how she is so comfortable in her own skin. Not needing approval from anyone. Sarcasm, wit, confidence oozing out of her. I see how boys and girls want her, want to have her. But she is in complete charge of her feelings, unlike me. She decides and they obey. Mostly she is aloof, content with her few select friends (sadly not me).

But tonight, after Katie wrenched me from Cook's lecherous grasp and made me drink a whole pint of iced water, watching over me angrily as I sat on the kerb outside, head still banging with the bass, my saviour found me. Found me and rescued me from Cook, from Katie. Threw her denim jacket over my cooling skin and trembling arms. Half carried me here, to a bedroom in this dark, silent house.

And now...now she asks me if I am a dirty girl.

Because I am. A very dirty girl. It's just no one has ever found that out yet. My fantasies would probably make Katie screech, even with all her experience with multiple lower league footballers in shower rooms. She might have the advantage of me with actual sex, but my mind has taken me to places which would turn her hair white. Katies straight...straight as the proverbial. But my preferences are to the softer side. Girls. Tall girls, short girls, curvy girls, slim girls. I dream of breasts and thighs, of rosy lips and hungry tongues. I fantasise about that secret place I enjoy so much alone in bed. The place that gives me so much short term pleasure, the place I want to see and touch and taste on someone else.

So I tell her yes. Because I am.

A very dirty girl.

I hear rustling. My heart thumps as I realise she is taking her clothes off...slowly.

I try to keep my breathing steady, but fail dismally. It's so dark I can't see anything, but vivid imagination fills my head with what I can't see. Breasts, pert and bouncy, stiff (hopefully) nipples ready for me to explore. She shifts again and I hear the zip on her skirt. Oh God, I think. Fanny. Actual fanny. Someone else's fanny. I gasp, despite my determination to play it cool. Again I feel rather than see the smile from above me. I slightly resent the fact that she can do this to me even without touching me. But the resentment fades as I realise it's actually going to happen.

I'm going to be shagged by a girl.

Apart from an unexpected and heated snog when she closed the door behind us, this is as close as we've ever been physically so far. I know she understood I fancied her from that first day, but she was always so coolly unattainable, distant. Other girls talked about her disdainfully because she didn't cultivate friends like we people did. Katie in particular disliked her, but none of that matters, not now. Now she is leaning closer, and my hands, which have been frozen on my stomach ever since she pushed me backwards onto the bed, feel soft skin on the back of them. Christ. Breasts...and the nipples are hard, excited. She wants this too. That thought alone makes the heat between my legs flare intensely.

I open my mouth so say something. God knows what, but then I feel her lips on mine and the thought rushes out of my mind like a fleeing thief. She grips one of my hands, then the other as she slowly brushes her lips over mine. I gasp again, this time into her open mouth as she turns my palms upwards and presses them onto the yielding flesh above.

Tits, my mind screams at me, actual tits. Not my own either. They're so different but similar to mine, firm but oh so pliant. Automatically I begin to squeeze and knead them gently. This time she gasps into my mouth. The kiss ends eventually, and she pulls back. My hands follow her body, reluctant to relinquish my prize.

"Such a dirty girl Miss Fitch" she whispers fiercely "I think you want to do filthy things to me...don't you?"

I do, I think frantically, I really really do.

"Mmmm" I say instead, the ability to form a sentence momentarily lost.

Again her mouth descends onto mine and I lose myself again in the extreme pleasure of just touching her, kissing her.

After a few more seconds of enjoying her breasts, I know need more. There is no resistance when one of my hands reaches down and slides across her stomach. The muscles under her skin flutter as I skim the silky flesh. Then suddenly, shockingly I am there. Right there. Heat, wetness (Oh Jesus so much wetness) I wonder stupidly if I am this excited too down there, but the thought is brushed aside as I dip and explore. So slippy, so hot. She's on fire and by the uncoordinated movements of her hips, I know this won't take long. I am almost disappointed that I can't take my time, but her mouth is on my neck, alternating between sucking and biting. I know I will have a hickey on my neck that will impress Katie no end tomorrow, but it doesn't matter now, none of it does.

What does matter is the cloying heat between her legs and the knowledge that for once tonight, I am in control. Not for long and not exclusively, but it still gives me a thrill, as if I needed more stimulation. I find that I am grinding my centre against her bare thigh. My knickers will be soaked and I wonder for a second if she minds how much excitement I am leaving on her skin, but just then she groans deep in her throat and her breathing speeds up dramatically. I know the meaning of that sweet surrender.

"Yes...yes...oh fuck Emily yes" she chokes and a little mental cheer invades the part of my brain still able to reason. She's coming, and hard.

Her thighs clamp on my hand, but I carry on moving my fingers as much as I can until she relaxes and jerks backwards. Sensitive, I think...I know that feeling too. The few seconds after you explode and your clit can't cope with even the tiniest bit of sensation.

This time my own invisible smile lightens the darkness. I did it...I made a girl come.

After she trembles and hisses her way through the aftershocks, her body covers mine again. I'm still dressed, I realise. My singlet top is clinging to my top half and the short red skirt I was wearing is ridden up around my waist, but compared to her I am fully clothed.

Not for long as it turned out. She takes a few deep breaths before whispering into my ear again. The shiver it gives me makes both our bodies shudder.

"Still want to be dirty with me Emily?" she asks and I shiver again. Silly question. One of us had come, but I was still humming with need.

"Yes" I said again, simply. I didn't need to elaborate as it turned out. She flipped me round until I was kneeling over her and started to quickly take off my clothes. In seconds I was naked too. Then she pushed me onto my back again and without any preliminaries (OK, I didn't exactly need foreplay by that time) kissed her way down my body until her head was between my legs. I gasped for the third time tonight as she wasted no time before lapping at me steadily.

I felt slightly annoyed that I couldn't see those intense blue eyes staring up at me, but I knew she would be looking all the same.

My hands gripped her silky hair hard and my hips began to dance in time to her regular movements. It was still too dark to see what she was doing, but my mind quickly created images of that head bobbing smoothly between my thighs.

It was enough to finish me. There was still that little twinge of disappointment that I couldn't watch her doing me and that I was going to come so quickly I didn't have time to relish the act, but within seconds her tongue and lips had replicated my own manual efforts on her seconds ago.

When I came it was with a single strangled shout. I've made myself come a thousand times alone in my bedroom and in the shower, but this orgasm was a whole new experience. I've watched enough online porn to know when someone genuinely loses it. Well, I did, big time. I might have a family sized hickey in the morning, but I think she probably lost a fair few follicles from my frantic clutching. She kept her mouth working on me as I writhed and gasped my pleasure.

Eventually, the waves of pure sensation faded and I settled back on the bed, my lungs desperate for oxygen. The sweat cooled on my body as I lay beside her, a smile on my face I swear a days shopping with Katie couldn't erase.

What she said next was quite the surprise though. I thought maybe guilt, regret and small dollop of deflection might be forthcoming. Not so.

"Well, Emily Fitch" she said, eventually, her lips grazing my ear again "We could either put this little experiment down to experience and go our separate ways right now...no fear, no foul...or we could carry on your education for the rest of the night. Your choice, babe"

It wasn't really a choice, was it?

XXX

When I woke after a brief couple of hours sleep in the brightness of a Bristol Sunday morning I looked groggily round the room for my one time lover. She wasn't in the bed. I sighed in resigned disappointment. It had been wonderful, exciting and more educational than a month of lectures, but I supposed it was over. Lovely, but now I went back to being miss invisible again. Longing from afar.

Just then, she walked into the room as I was reaching for my still damp singlet top. Holding two cups of steaming coffee, she looked amazing, considering what she'd spent the night doing. A white mans shirt, unbuttoned all the way. She made my breath catch all over again.

Her small smile at my hurried attempt to cover up made me grin bashfully too. Bit pointless I suppose. There wasn't a square millimetre of my body she hadn't seen and touched after all. After the first mutual pleasuring, she allowed me to explore, and explore and explore again. If sex with a girl had been all theoretical up to this point, it wasn't any more. My fingers and tongue had just been on a very intensive course.

"Morning Ems" she said brightly, putting one mug down beside me. "We had fun, yeah?"

I nodded, knowing my face was glowing.

"I enjoyed it a lot, so you might want to stop that guilt tripping? You were very...entertaining" she smirked knowingly. "In fact it was better than nice...you were lovely. But I'm not really what you're looking for, am I?"

My jaw dropped open at that.

"But I know someone who definitely is, if she ever gets that fucking big stick out of her arse" she said slowly "Now that you've got rid of your silly virginity problem, you might want to give a certain N. Campbell a call. I think you two need to talk?"

Effy Stonem, full of surprises, huh?

Well? Praise is not expected, but would be a nice surprise!