Sorry for being sort of late with this. I've been having exams all week so I've been mega busy. My football training has also started back to add to me having no time to write this.
I think I finished this chapter at quite a good place so you can get the robbery in just one chapter, I think it deserves it. :)
I also just want to mention that I don't think Emily will be in the next few chapters. It's just not her time yet, Naomi's not ready for her. So bare with me and I promise it'll be worth the wait when she does make an appearance. :P
Does it look like I own Skins?
Once we got to the house I could tell why Cook had been so hyped about it. It was fucking gorgeous. With a Porsche Turbo in the driveway, beautifully cut grass with a nice range of flowers next to it.
The house in itself was awesome. It looked like a mini mansion, though it was only two floors high. I took a peek through the front window and caught a glimpse of a huge 50'' TV sat in the corner of the room. There was also an Apple Mac in the room joined on. This house was fucking heaven.
"Cook, how the fuck did you manage to bag a girl that was loaded?" I said in disbelief. It wasn't just this house on the road that was fucking massive, it seemed all the people here had a little money to spare.
"That's for me to know and you to find out, Blondie." He smirked whilst adding a thrust of his hips to his words.
I scoffed loudly, "fuck off trying Cook. Never. Gonna. Happen." And with that i strutted across the road and on to our victim's garden. Cook in tow, smirk still firmly in place.
There seemed to be no life at home so we took the opportunity to nosey around, trying to find a good break-in point for later tonight.
The first thing I noticed was the alarm placed on the side of the house, that shouldn't be a problem though. I nudged Cook who was at the side of me and motioned with my head in the direction of the alarm.
This was a usual thing for us to do so he soon clocked on to what it meant and took a swift look at the alarm. Cook was in serious business mode now so it didn't surprise me when he didn't make an attempt at flirting with me but just nodded his head yes, telling me he would be able to disable it later.
I nodded appreciation before going back to scanning the house. The place had a lot of windows, some easy to get myself in, some not. We'd just have to hope that they kept one open that we could fit through.
After about 20 minutes of complete silence and plans forming in our minds, we decided to call it an afternoon before the neighbours started to get suspicious, it seemed like no one had saw us yet and I didn't want to push our luck.
"C'mon, Cook. Let's fuck off before someone see's us."
He nodded in agreement wrapping his arm back around my shoulders. My Jack the lad Cook was back and I couldn't be happier, serious Cook is boring as fuck. We began strolling in the direction of Keith's pub, another usual routine of ours.
"Too right, Blondie. But are you fucking buzzing about tonight or what? That house is sexy as fuck!"
I laughed in reply and wrapped my arm around his waist. Some people would think of this as sexual or some shit but Cook and I were always like this, we just thought of each other more as brother and sister.
"Right, Dick'ed, you up for a pint or what?" I asked, knowing my reply would be a yes I began tugging him to walk faster. I needed some fucking alcohol in my system!
When we arrived at Keith's, Cook insisted we get some shots as we were in for a 'fucking shit-load' of money once we were done tonight. His words not mine. Of course, I happily complied and we downed 5 shots each in unison.
Being best friends with someone like Cook always had its benefits, like being able to handle your drink ridiculously fucking well. I could hardly feel the burn as the shots of tequila slid down my throat.
After the quick starter of shots, we both ordered ourselves a pint and sat down at our regular table. Everyone who was a regular at Keith's knew not to sit at our table or they would get the shit beaten out of them by yours truly and the Cookie Monster, so it was lovely to see our table empty whilst the rest were packed with people we knew from all over Bristol.
We gave a few of our contacts an acknowledging nod as they looked in our direction before scanning the pub for a good shag before tonight's activities.
If you're wondering what a 'contact' is, they're the people we supply to. We steal from random houses usually and if a contact wants to buy our shit then we give it to them. Though lately, they seem to be realising that we're quite good at what we do and are starting to give us little jobs, like to go and steal from a cirten house or a cirten factory.
"Woi oi, Naomikins. Look at that babe over there." Cook said, excitement laced in his voice. He had his eyes fixed on a girls arse as she bent down to pick up the money she had just dropped.
That's one thing I love about Cook, he has fucking amazing taste in women. This girl was beautiful. To start with her arse was fucking awesome and she had legs to die for, covered in a pain of skin tight jeans. And when I say skin tight, I mean skin tight. I could already feel a wet pool start to form between my legs.
As she stood back up I got look at her upper body. I let my eyes roam up from her waist to find that she had beautifully thin stomach and the perfect size tits, covered in a tight tank top with a very low cleavage. I think I could have just jumped her there and then if it wasn't classed as rape.
Though her body was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, it definitely wasn't her best feature. When my eyes reached her face I was sure that I must have died and gone to heaven. I had never seen someone so goddamn beautiful. I was sure I was drooling by now.
She had long, wavy black hair that framed her face perfectly. Her skin was flawless and her lips were lovely and plump, covered by a coat of red lipstick. Her face was nice enough but her eyes are what stood out for me. They were the brightest shade of green that I had ever seen, and as I looked in to them, everything around me blurred out to nothing. The loud talking and bellowing laughs faded to murmurs. God she was gorgeous.
I was brought back to reality by Cook's hand slapping across the back of my head.
"Fuck sake, Blondie. Stop eye-fucking her and make me a bet!"
This was a regular for me and Cook. Every time we went to Keith's before or night doing the dirty work, we would always make a bet to see who could be the first to fuck the girl that we both took a fancy to.
I had always thought girls were so much better at shagging than boys. Boys were always so rough and dominant. As soon as they were done they wouldn't think about your needs and just fucking go to sleep. Girls were different though. They were always so thoughtful and made extra sure that your needs were fulfilled before even thinking about letting you make them reach their high. I was a pretty dominant shagger though so it was always me to pleasure them first. No need to complain though because I fucking loved the feel of a girl around my fingers, it turned me on even more.
"Right, Cookio. I bet you £20 that I can shag that girl over there before you."
"Sound, Blondie. Now, watch how the real pros get their dicks wet." He said with a wink and a thrust of the hips. He strutted over to the girl, squeezing her arse as he leant against the bar. To say she looked horrified was an understatement.
I had to stifle a laugh at that, I already had a pretty good inkling that she was gay. My gay-dar is usually pretty spot on, and with the way Cook's 'pulling' was going, I was about to be proved correct.
About 10 minutes later, Cook strolled back over to the table, his face expressionless. I raised my eyebrows for him to answer my silent question whilst taking a swig of my beer.
"They always come to the Cookie Monster." He sighed, slumping down into his chair.
I choked on my beer that was already halfway down my throat. Cook had to slap me on my back, making extra sure I wasn't about to drop dead choking on beer. God, that would be embarrassing.
When I recovered from my near-death experience, I made my reply to Cook. "Oh, please Cook. Get off your high horse, you know they always come to me. Oh wait, on me should I say." I added a sleazy wink for good measure and rose from my seat, strolling casually over to the girl.
"Hey, sorry about my friend over there, he's a right prick." I said flashing a smile while motioning my head in the direction of Cook. I tried to lean sexily against the bar to grab her attention. It seemed to work as I saw her eyes rake shamelessly from my toes to my face.
"Oh, that's no problem. It was cute to watch him try it on a gay girl."
Knew it. "Yeah? Didn't think I would have a chance with you." I said, faking surprise.
"Well, you obviously thought wrong then. What's your name?"
"Naomi, and what would yours be?"
"Lucy."
Oh god, could this actually get any better? She was the perfect fucking human being. As she turned to take a sip of her drink, I span to Cook and gave him a shit-eating grin. He just rolled his eyes and began to scan the bar to find his usual Barbie doll slapper.
I had been talking to Lucy for a few hours now, mostly just generally chit-chat with added flirting and banter. I found out that she was in the first year of uni, just one year older than me. That's always a plus, usually more experienced. Cook was nowhere to be seen, probably shagging his latest Barbie so I decided this was the best time to make my move.
"You wanna join me for a quick fag, Lucy?" I gave her a wink, implying that it was probably going to be more than a 'fag' and it was definitely going to be longer than 'quick'.
She seemed to understand my gesture as she grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the door whilst muttering, "thought you'd never fucking ask."
I couldn't help the smug grim that spread across my face as I was pulled into the alley next to Keith's. I decided it was my turn to take charge so I slammed her back against the wall, crashing my lips to hers. Tongues quickly found each other as hands roamed under shirts and up thighs.
I pressed my body close to Lucy's as I removed my lips from hers, soon to be replaced by her neck. I nipped and sucked my way to her collar bone, slipping my hands under her shirt, quickly finding her hardened nipples through her bra.
She let out a moan as I rubbed my hands over her breasts before slipping her top over her head and removing her bra. My lips were soon covering her right nipple, the left being played with by my hand. I'm going to fucking enjoy seeing this girl fall apart in front of me. I fucking love this feeling. Hah, you owe me £20, Cook. I always fucking win.
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