On to chapter three then. I hope the few people still reading will like this one. Smut warning obviously… Oh and all mistakes are my own proud work. Sadly Skins belongs to someone else. Life just isn't fair.
Emily
There are moments in your life when you know that you'll remember them as long as you live. Often just fleeting instants, sometimes not. That first day at school, the fear and anticipation all mixed up in your 5 year old self. Your first proper kiss...well, first kiss from someone you actually want to kiss anyway. The day someone special looks into your eyes and you know your feelings are reciprocated, even if just for a moment.
Then there are times like this...with this stranger...because she still is a stranger… standing in our annexe in a damp towel, wet hair hanging over her face, watching my face and asking questions with her eyes that I needed no translation for.
Questions like "Do you want to take a chance on me Emily Fitch?"
and
"I know you're scared, but thats OK too"
Questions that I was answering with my own eyes.
I'd been true to my word, sneaking back into the kitchen of my house and making Naomi a couple of my mothers home baked bread rolls with cheese and pickle inside. Oh, and a tin or two of my dads ice cold lager to wash them down with. Meanwhile she'd taken my advice and grabbed a hot shower in the annexe bathroom. When I got back to the small building, she was still in there. My mind immediately began tormenting me with visions of this exotic creature, naked, covered in soap suds…right there, with just a flimsy frosted glass door between us
I had to put down the plate and tins before I dropped them on the floor. Just thinking about her naked made my limbs shake and tremble. God help me if I actually saw her like that.
I tried talking to myself, but it was useless. Hope and trepidation alternated in tormenting me. Was she really into me like that? Was I just imagining an attraction...at least on her side...on mine it was intense...visceral. I wanted her. More than any of the pop stars and movie idols on my walls. More even than the time I kissed Sasha Andersson at that party.
When the door to the en suite finally opened, I had to take a huge gulp of oxygen. Waiting for her to come out had left me a quivering wreck. Lucky for me, she had a hand towel over her head, rubbing vigorously that mane of damp blonde hair so didn't see my rabbit stare. Unfortunately for my fragile mental state though, that meant the bath towel round her body was, err...jiggling...with the movement of her arms. For a heart stopping second I thought the knot at her chest might work loose and drop the pink towel to the floor, leaving her totally naked. I don't think my heart would have survived that.
She must have known I was standing there, but she took her time towelling her head before emerging from behind the square of fluffy cotton. Again I saw a small smirk, quickly masked as she looked me square in the eyes. Busted.
"That was great...thanks Emily" she said, moving over to the double bed (fuck..a bed) ...and those rolls look yummy. Join me?"
I swallowed hard. Food was the last thing on my mind,. But I had no idea how to deal with this situation. I was almost humming with indecision. Being this close to her...knowing under that towel, there was smooth and warm skin, knowing those intense eyes were watching my every reaction, I was paralysed with doubt. I fiddled with the torn edge of my ruined dress, temporarily unable to speak.
"Sit down Emily" she said, patting the bed beside her "you look a little wobbly there?"
Well, she was right, so I did as she asked, plonking myself down a few inches away from her. When I looked up into her eyes, I could see the amusement had gone. Her eyes were now serious, pupils dark. She reached over and put her hand over mine as it rested on the bed covers.
"You know..." she said slowly, her little finger stroking the back of my hand softly, sending intense sensations into my nerve endings "...sometimes you just have to reach out and take what you want?"
I almost gasped at that. I know what I wanted, but I had no fucking idea how to take it. Apart from my solitary exercises with soft porn internet movies and the odd lesbian romance novel, read covertly under my bed covers when Katie was out...I had no actual idea what to do with a real live girl. And a girl who obviously had a lot of experience in situations like this.
"I don't know how...I mean I've never actually..." I muttered, not quite able to get the words out.
Naomi shook her head slightly as if in disbelief, and my heart sank to my feet. Probably not willing to educate silly little me then I thought miserably. Typical.
But then she slid that warm, slightly damp hand up my arm and stroked my cheek. I almost passed out at the tenderness in that gesture.
"We all have to start somewhere Emily" she said softly and smiled. "I'm not as tough as I look, you know...sometimes even scruffy motorcycle chicks know when to be gentle?"
My heart quickly resumed its position in the middle of my chest.
Naomi leaned closer and I felt her warm breath on my cheek as she tucked a lock of hair over my ear before whispering in it.
"Let me show you how wonderful it can be…?"
My wide and pleading eyes must have told her she had my total permission.
"No more teasing Emily, I promise..." she breathed and turned my head with that same soft hand. Her lips slid across my cheek and brushed my lips agonisingly delicately. I felt my fingers clenching the sheet below me as she moved closer, cradling me in her arms. I felt oddly like I had come home somehow. I had a tiny moment to realise nothing in my life would ever be the same after this. But then she kissed me again. Soft, still gentle but a proper kiss this time.
I moaned quietly into her mouth as she slowly moved her lips over mine. No rough fingers gripped my face, no bristles and no urgent tongue probing my mouth...just soft and searching lips, allowing me to savour this moment. I moaned again as she cupped the back of my head and pushed me gently onto my back. My hands came up and stroked her water beaded bare shoulders as we continued to kiss.
It must have been several minutes before she did anything else to me...with me. At first it was enough just to enjoy this intimacy...this combined enjoyment. She seemed to know exactly how fast to go. How to arouse me without frightening me. Her hands took their time exploring the contours of my face, my neck and my shoulders. I shuddered more than once as I thought she was about to touch my breasts...breasts that were aching to be touched. But it was a while before kisses weren't enough.
I was a bit of a passenger that first time (because there were several 'times' that glorious night) but she was patient and gentle throughout. No rough sex against a cold brick wall this...no, it was a slow, careful seduction and I was a very willing victim.
I felt her fingers at the buttons of my dress as we carried on enjoying each others mouths. My hand twitched on the bed cover again as she popped them one by one. Usually with a guy, I was already rehearsing my 'thanks, but no thanks' speech by now. But not this time. This time I wanted her hands to explore me, to own me.
The cool evening air on my naked skin made me shiver, but not with cold. I had my best bra and thong on underneath, not because I'd wanted Shane to discover them. No, not him...but this Naomi...oh fuck yes...I wanted her to like them?
Her experienced hands kneaded and stroked my tits over the lacy material, then unclipped the bra in an easy movement which gave me a moments pause...how many girls had sighed and surrendered under this gorgeous blonde, I thought? But the hesitation was blown away on the midnight breeze as her thumbs gently moved over my ultra sensitive nipples. I moaned again then. So this was what all the fuss was about. Far be it from me to delve into the mind of my promiscuous twin sister, but I had a small understanding then about why she could be so addicted to sex. If this was sex, then sign me up…
The next few moments were a blur as Naomi caressed me and slowly took off the rest of my clothes. She only paused when I was totally naked and lying on the bed looking up at her, chest heaving. She reached for the knot in her bath towel and it dropped away. God, she was stunning...all that smooth pale skin, those full breasts and the small dark triangle between those long legs.
Suddenly it was me who wanted to touch, me who reached out. The next time we kissed, it was me who slipped eager hands over soft flesh and thumbed excited nipples. This time it was Naomi who groaned helplessly.
When her fingers found me...there...I almost screamed out loud. No clumsy farm boy had ever found me this wet, this eager for penetration. No fumbling grope against a rough wall compared, this was deliriously good.
I used to think no one would ever be able to get me off but...well me. Unless it was my own fingers that probed and circled and pressed, no one else had ever made me lose control. But Naomi, with her sly caresses and sure movements, was in charge right through. The first time I came, it was with her name on my lips and two straight fingers buried deep inside me. I thought the books were just fantasy...you know...seeing stars and all that. But the whole fucking Southern constellation exploded in my head that night. I thrashed and bucked as she continued to thrust slowly, thumb grazing my sensitive bud as I peaked. But that wasn't the end of it...not by a long way.
After slowly easing me down the back slope of my orgasm, she smiled at my flushed face and no doubt amazed expression.
"This is just the beginning Emily" she breathed, kissing my lips again before starting to kiss her way down my body. I made to protest, to to stop her progress with scrabbling hands, but she stopped just long enough to reassure me.
"It's OK Emily...I know...sensitive, yeah?"
She certainly did know. After my solitary self imposed orgasms in the past, I had usually been content to curl up on my side and enjoy the after glow. Not tonight. Tonight, she was determined to show me everything.
The first touch of her tongue...slowly sliding around my clit... made me jerk and moan as if I'd been plugged in to the mains. Despite my sensitivity, I was never going to stop her, was I? She was obviously enjoying me as much as I was letting her enjoy me. With just one final weak sigh, I relaxed onto my back and let her magical tongue work its wonders between my legs.
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Naomi
Even as I used all the skills I had learned in my 19 short years, I worried. Not about what I was doing. I'd had enough lovers to know when my caresses were working fine. But this was no horny waitress, grabbing a few moments frantic sex against a kitchen wall. It wasn't even like those odd moments back home when I'd bagged some bi curious co worker or student and had the time to explore and excite on a proper bed while my mother was out.
No, even as I watched this Emily Fitch come so prettily it made my heart ache, I knew I was in trouble.
In truth, the reason I was about to go down on this stunning girl right after I'd already made her come so hard with my fingers was as much to do with blocking out the alarm bells which were clanging in my ears so deafeningly ever since I stepped out of the shower, as proving any points. I'm not usually averse to converting some random pillow princess, fresh from a couple of failed hetero shags. I got a bit of a reputation back home for giving satisfaction to even the fractionally bi females who got drunk enough and horny enough to give in to their curiosity. But the fact that this was very different was obvious from the moment I kissed her.
Emily Fitch is beautiful, tiny and vulnerable. But she's also addictive and about as dangerous as captive lioness with cubs. Her kisses stunned me. For someone who obviously had little experience with other girls, she learned real quick. And after I stripped and stroked her to a frenzy, she made me do something I hadn't done since my first sexual experience with my 35 year old next door neighbour Sally. She made me come without even touching me down there. Yeah...you heard right. All it took was a little friction between my clit and her thigh, while I was relentlessly thrusting inside her watching her lovely face reflect her own climax, and shockingly I was gone too…
I don't even think she realised what had happened...but then she was so caught up in her own explosive orgasm, she could be excused that.
But I knew...and it frightened the shit out of me.
This was supposed to be a pleasant (OK more than pleasant) pit stop. A chance to refuel the Harley, grab some food and kip in that order and enjoy the charms of this pocket sized virginal doll, before sneaking out the back way tomorrow and watching this dusty little town disappear into my mirrors as ten other towns had done recently.
But it wasn't working out that way. Even as I licked and stroked her, watching her face contort again as I built her desire up to boiling point, I knew it was going to be the hardest thing I'd done on this journey. I had to leave her behind.
Because I knew I had to, however addictive she is.
There is no way I am swapping one shithole country town for another half its size. With all the small town dreary crap that comes with it. Lined faces and weather beaten expressions. Girls barely out of their early teens, married or pregnant. Destined for a life looking out over the red landscape, never to escape.
No...I had to leave in the morning. Otherwise everything I'd sacrificed was for nothing. All those nights watching others getting ready to get hammered and screwed while I tucked away every dollar, knowing that every cent was one closer to that black and chrome beast outside.
When Emily had come for the second time and I kissed my way slowly back up her body to accept her grateful kisses, I was ready to revert to the old Naomi Campbell. The one that had ridden across hundreds of miles of open road. The girl who wouldn't let anything tie her down again.
So I kissed her again and fell onto my side, already practicing my goodbye speech.
"Its been great...you've been great Emily...now you know what its like.,..now you know what and who you really are...but me...I have to keep moving. Tomorrow morning I'll be gone when you wake up...but...but..."
Plans huh?
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I'll leave it there because I have a whole chapter plotted out for the weekend. If I get a clear run on Saturday, I'll put it up. Promise!
Comments welcome..?
