Katie

The second time it happened, it was me who was wasted, not Effy. We were all at some club near the docks. Freddie and Cook had invented some lamo drinking game, which mainly involved putting shot after shot of tequila down their necks. It was mildly amusing at first, but watching your supposed boyfriend sinking into an incoherent alcoholic haze, dribbling neat spirit down the new shirt you wasted £45 quid on out of your hard earned savings is not overly romantic or attractive. Loser.

Emily and Naomi were off in the middle of the dance-floor, all but vertical fucking each other, to the drooling interest of every hormonal male in the building. I knew where this was going. Either they'd disappear into the nearest toilet to shag for hours, or Naomi would drag Emily off by the hand to shag her somewhere else, less...pissy. They were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Emily was still groundhog amazed daily that the big lezzer was allowing her all this PDA activity. After chasing her for a year, she still couldn't get her head round the fact that Campbell had given in. So every time the blonde gets wasted and lets Ems snog and grope her in public, my sister treats it like its the last time she's ever gonna get tongue deep in her gf's muff. And, just, yuk, I now have that gruesome image in my head. Fuck.

To make matters worse, Effy keeps shooting me these sympathetic looks, as Freddie gets more and more pissed. I know I have more chance of pulling a fit TV reality star tonight than getting Freddies spaghetti dick in me. But I don't need her reminding me. Not about that, and definitely not about that night, I thought. I'd spent days trying to forget it. Without fucking success.

Luckily it was half term, so I didn't have to see her daily at Roundview. But she keeps fucking turning up. With that stupid Mona Lisa smile and that appalling clothes sense. I mean, does she actually own a top that covers her arse?

So when an almost catatonic Cook passed me his stash to look after, I guess I can be excused for dipping into it. I opened the baggie to find his usual 5 rolled spliffs. But at the bottom, inside some tissue, it was bingo time. Black bombers. Magic.

I'd only taken them once before, but the memory of shagging Danny all night while lurid images of my darkest fantasies swirl round my head were not to be easily forgotten. Fuck Freddie (or not, in this case) One of these beauties and I'll be speeding my head off in minutes. Any guy that attracts my attention before this shithole closes is in for the ride of his life, I thought.;

I found a dark corner and split the capsule with my nail. White powder and tiny crystals inside. Yep, they were the real deal. I'm guessing Cooks repulsive uncle Keith had been shopping in a pharmacy out of hours. Without knocking on the door.

There were only 5 shiny black pills in there, so I treated myself. After tossing the first capsule contents into my drink and necking it, I slid my nail under one of the others edge, and teased another half capsule out. I knew it would mean I'd be buzzing till mid morning now, but fuck it, I needed a distraction, especially with La Stonem prowling. I dropped it on my tongue, grimacing at the bitter taste. Now I needed to find a stiff dick, ideally attached to a pretty face, pronto. A couple of free drinks, some face sucking, and lover boy would have to hang on to the saddle. On speed, I'm a fucking supernova...

Trouble is, Effy spotted me first. She had obviously been looking for me. I'd been hiding out near the cloakrooms, waiting for the hit. And boy, it didn't disappoint...The first brutal rush of the amphetamine made my scalp tingle and my jaw clench. I fished out a juicy fruit and crammed it into my mouth. I knew my mouth would dry up and chewing gum at least saves your teeth from all the grinding. She approached me slowly, watching my eyes as I stood in the corner.

I knew I was busted, of course. The first rush of whizz is unmistakeable. I couldn't stop my feet tapping or my eyes from flicking about. The drug was hammering my nervous system and someone as experienced with pharmaceuticals as Effy would have me bagged and tagged in seconds.

"Good stuff?" she said, stepping way too close. I could smell her perfume and that indefinable 'Effy' smell I remembered far too vividly from Gobblers End. My cunt clenched immediately. I stepped back from her, hitting my arse on the concrete wall behind me, which made me gasp stupidly.

"Err...private party?" I said, trying desperately to look everywhere but at her tits. No bra, as per fucking usual, so her nipples were trying to magnetize my senses into submission. I wondered briefly whether she actually owned underwear. Last time no knickers, this time no bra. The fact that the thought of her with no knickers fired round my brain like a tracer ricochet made me wince, which prompted a small conceited smile from her. Round one to Stonem then.

"Party for one?...oh come on Katie, share the love, as Cook says...I know he gave you his stash and..."

She looked back over her shoulder. I followed her eyes, to see Cook and Freddie being hauled out of the club by two dinner jacketed monkeys. Looked like their drinking competition had reached its inevitable conclusion. My judgment was confirmed when a girl dripping with beer lurched angrily at the pair of them as they were frogmarched out...

"What is it you want, Effy" I growled "Aren't there enough dicks left here for you to play with now Cook's taken his Technicolor todger home"

She smiled thinly at me and plucked the baggie from my fingers.

"Now I know you're still cruising that Egyptian river Katie...but I don't think you've forgotten our little soiree, have you? I'm not interested in dick...and by the looks of it, Freddie will need two lolly sticks and an elastic band just to get it up tonight"

She leaned closer, taking one of the remaining black capsules out of the plastic and putting it into her mouth.

"I however, always have a hard on for you, Katie Fitch...what do you say...me, you, my bed and a selection of battery powered toys?"

I spluttered something obscene at that...what the fuck?

She wasn't fooled and closed in to me again.

"We could go somewhere, and I could show you again how much I fancy you..." she whispered, and I shuddered. Images of her mouth on me, and her clever fingers exploring every inch of me down there bounced around my chemically enhanced mind.

I pushed her back with both hands. Unfortunately, in my haste to put some distance between us, I forgot that pushing girls in the chest has an unforeseen side effect. I suddenly had two handfuls of small, but perfectly formed breasts.

She didn't even flinch. Just smiled sardonically and stood still.

"Well, I was thinking about somewhere a bit more private. But if your up for it Katiekins, I'm game"

With that, she slid both arms round my neck and began to nuzzle it with soft lips. My fucking heart went into turbo mode and I took my hands off her tits rapidly.

"What the fuck..." I groaned weakly as she ran her tongue from my collarbone to my ear. I actually shook, like I had a fever. I had a semi naked Effy wrapped round me, and if I said my flimsy knickers were soaked, I would be way understating it.

"Why are you doing this?" I moaned, trying to prise her surprisingly strong arms from round my neck. My eyes hunted the room for anyone I knew, praying that Emily...oh fucking shit, Emily...if she saw this...

But Ems and her permanent companion were nowhere to be found. It was no comfort. It just meant they were both off getting their fingers wet. Given my current situation, it just made things worse...

"Can you stop...please?" I said weakly, hating the shake in my voice and the way my lisp increased when she was taunting me like this

"Give in Katie...I can feel the heat from you just standing here" she breathed in my ear, making me shudder again. I could feel my legs actually shake, I was so horny.

I found myself following her into the ladies toilet. I knew exactly what she was going to do to me in there, but despite my hyperactive state, it was as if I had no energy to stop it.

Luckily there was just one girl in there, finishing her makeup in the bulb surrounded mirror over the sink. I didn't know her, which was a relief, but I caught the raise of her eyebrow as Effy guided me into the disabled cubicle at the end. It didn't take a genius to work out what we were about to do. I stumbled as Effy pushed me inside, but she caught me by the wrist as I did. I turned to face her as she locked the door behind us and closed in again.

"This is a very bad idea...Eff...we're straight...I have a boyfrie..." I trotted out the same lame excuses I had used that night in the woods, but I knew I was lying. I might have a boyfriend, but when she looked at me like that, with those sea blue eyes, I was cooked. If she wanted to fuck me, here...now...there was no way I would be stopping her. The clenching in my cunt was continuous now, making me almost incoherent. I wanted...no, I needed her to finish what she'd started with that simple lick on my neck.

She saw my surrender and brushed her lips against mine softly. Unlike Gobblers End, this was no fight for dominance, with thrusting tongues and fingers. There wasn't any doubt who was in charge now.

The first gentle caress of her hand between my legs nearly finished me there and then. I accepted her open mouthed kiss with a groan and allowed her to massage my tongue with hers and my clit with her middle finger. I might have been more turned on in my life, but I have no idea when. She reached up under my short skirt and started to push her palm under the thin material of my thong. I reacted with another helpless moan. I wanted her hand there, and she knew it. I knew the girl outside would have heard the rustling of my clothes and my moaning, but honestly? I could have cared less...

Then, just as Effys fingers slipped over my increasing wetness, the outside door banged again. It sounded like two women were coming in, giggling drunkenly.

I heard the girl at the makeup mirror make a small sound of disgust, then there was the sound of her handbag clasp shutting...

"Fucks sake...dykes everywhere" She said in a low voice as the two other women carried on giggling. The sound of kissing added to the mental picture I had.

The door banged again and one of the two girls stage whispered.

"Fuck her Ems, I can't wait...come on"

I froze at that. I heard their footsteps moving along the row of cubicles towards us. Jesus H Christ, it was them...my sister and her peroxide girlfriend, looking for a place to shag. Kill me now, I prayed to an unresponsive God. Could things get any worse?

Apparently they could. I heard a hand push on the disabled toilet door and the hiss of disappointment as it stayed shut. Effy was just smirking, her fingers passive inside my knickers. I should have pushed her off, stepped back, but I seemed frozen to the spot.

I heard my sisters throaty chuckle as she realised the cubicle was occupied.

"Someone got to our favourite place first Naoms" she slurred "Fucking inconsiderate, yeah?..."

Naomi mumbled something indistinct, and I hoped for one optimistic second that finding their preferred shag hideaway occupied would make them fuck off and leave me to make my escape.

No such fucking luck. I suppose I should have been grateful they didn't just go into the toilet next to us. But going into the next but one was as much as my horny sister was prepared to compromise. I heard more giggling, some wet kissing and then, horror of horrors, the sound of Naomi moaning as Emily started to do God knows what to her.

I lurched away from Effy, pulling her hand abruptly out of my thong. I whispered to her urgently, masked thankfully by the increasing moans and other...sounds... from our occupied neighbours. No fucking way was I gonna eavesdrop on my sister fucking her girlfriend. Not even with a head full of whizz and the persistence of Effy fucking Stonem.

"I can't...sorry...I've got to...", I gasped as Effy tried to stop me leaving.

Realising I was determined, she stood to one side as I pushed past her. I must have looked a sight, wild eyed and crumpled, but I just needed to get away, well away from the pre orgasmic sounds coming from behind that locked door, away from Effy's hypnotic eyes and clever fingers. Jesus, if I didn't escape now, I might be subjected to Emily getting the same treatment she was giving Naomi, and that was too awful to contemplate.

I rushed towards the door, covering my ears as Naomi started to wail.

"Oh fuck Ems...yeah, like that...your tongue babe...your tongue..."

Mercifully the door was closed behind me and the mental bass throb outside released me from any more torture.

I looked around. No one seemed to have noticed my unkempt appearance or breathlessness. Not surprising really. Tinie Tempah was bassing up a storm on the wardrobe sized speakers and the place was heaving with pissed teenage bodies dry humping each other. I ran a trembling hand through my hair and took a long breath. I was still throbbing between my legs. The whizz wasn't giving up on my libido, even if Stonem had, temporarily.

Suddenly it occurred to me I had the solution to my little problem, right here. Dozens of horny males. Trouble was, with a professional scan of the crowd, I could see instantly that the hot ones were taken or so pissed, they wouldn't be any more use than Freddie.

Then I spotted the answer. Sitting on a stool, drinking fucking fruit juice. Of course, fucking JJ.

He'd shagged my sister, hadn't he? Freddie had let it slip when I dragged him out shopping with me last week. I'd confronted Emily over it and she admitted all. OK, I'd mocked her unmercifully over it, telling her he was a geek, a mong and way too fug to nail a Fitch, but she was temporarily unattached at that point, due to Campbell's ongoing cuntishness, so it wasn't like she was cheating or anything. I had planned to store the secret away, maybe dragging it out to detonate under Naomi when she had pissed me off. But Jay might be the answer to my prayers tonight.

Andhe wasn't Freddie, who was less than 12 hours from being dumped anyhow. Any guy who takes me out and then gets pissed with Cook rather than shagging me, isn't long term material...and B, Emily had let it slip he was quite a big boy...down there. He'd do for tonight.

I mean...I'd be doing him a favour, right? He'd get to nail both Fitch twins...something the entire male population of Roundview had probably wanked off to (OK, they were thinking of doing us both together...but just...no)

And I would get a cure for what ails me tonight. A stiff cock instead of Effys slinky charms. I might even give him a complimentary blow job. I can't believe Emily would have ever done that for him. A step too far for a fledgling lesbian, I think.

He had a bit of a wobble when I whispered in his ear what I was going to do with him, but his nervousness disappeared when I slightly egged the truth and told him Freddie had already been given the boot.

It was easy done. I sidled over, flattered his execrable dress sense, twirled my hair and bingo, ten minutes later, I'm following him to his house. Mum and Dad asleep, check. Door locked, check. Dispose of lurid pajamas, check.

Emily was right. He was a very upstanding boy. Shame about the hair trigger. Totally wasted my oral skills. Ten seconds he lasted, before croaking a warning. I suppose he thought I was going to pull off. Dickhead. His face as I swallowed him dry was definitely a Kodak moment. Mind you, if thats what a lifetime of vegetarianism and mango juice does for male emissions, I'm insisting on my next bf being a vegan... If you know what I mean?

But he was up and at attention in seconds after I did a slow strip and played with myself for a minute while he watched with incredulous eyes. I laid him down on his back and slid him inside me. Very satisfactory. Very predictable and very NOT Effy Stonem.

I might have briefly thought about those hypnotic blue eyes and flickering tongue at the very end, but my compliant human dildo actually did pretty good for an almost virgin. I came hard on his pulsing dick as he let go for the second time that night.

Unlike Emily, I had no wish to stay for morning tea and toast with mum and dad... I slipped away, banging my head only slightly on some stupid hanging airfix models...

Boys...fucking pussies.

I actually thought I'd solved my bisexual problems. Silly fucking me...but more about that later...