Naomi
The next two weeks passed in a sex filled, heady blur. Emily stayed in my apartment more or less full time, although Effy had held up her end of the little conspiracy by allowing Emily to keep all her stuff there, and making up the spare bedroom as her own. As expected, Emily got a brusque dismissal letter from her job at the radio station... quoting 'gross misconduct' ...a thing I wanted to fight with everything in my being, but Ems wanted to move on, and so I let it slide. She actually got a part time job in the small cafe on the corner, working the late shift, between 7 and 11. Not ideal, but serving tea and sandwiches to workmen and itinerants made her feel useful, and it would do for now...while she was still a bit fragile.
I met her from work most nights. It was only 500 metres away, but I felt better, knowing she was safe. Obviously, with my working hours on the blog, it fitted quite nicely. She came home at night, showered and changed into her night tee. We talked, made love and slept till 11. Then I worked on my project...often with a small, sexy brunette leaning on my shoulder, with her hands in inappropriate places and after some early afternoon sex, we would take in a film or pizza, before she went to work. Weekends were spent in bed, or out in the local bars. I wanted to show off my girl to the world, and despite some...unwanted attention..on occasions from over ambitious local dykes...some of whom (OK, quite a few of whom..) had known me err...carnally, we managed to avoid too many embarrassing moments. She was very nervous about the local 'scene' and I did my protective hen bit if she got overwhelmed. I guess 23 years of being 'straight' were kind of hard to unlearn. Watching your new girlfriend fending off past lovers must have been difficult for her.
And then, one wet and unremarkable Wednesday night...I got a visitor. In fact, that week, I got two unexpected visitors, but the first was definitely less pleasant.
The doorbell rang once, and I went to answer it, not really expecting it to be anyone important. It was just after 8 and as Emily had been at work for over an hour, I knew she couldn't have forgotten anything. I opened the door and then tried to close it again, firmly. It was Freddie, Katie's other half, standing there, quietly smiling. I'd never liked or trusted him, so I wasn't about to start friendly neighbour relations then.
"Fuck off Freddie" I said sourly "She's not here, and nothing you have to say interests me"
He held up his hands in protest and smiled again...it didn't suit him. I remembered his sneer when Angie and I rescued Emily from the bosom of her loving family. This wasn't someone who had Emily's or my, best interests at heart.
"Listen" he said, taking a step back " I'm not here to fight, or to speak to Emily. Jason has gone up to Scotland for a month...Katie and I thought now would be a good time to sort out the practicalities. I mean...we've accepted that you and Emily are an item now. But she's still married...and I'm sure there's stuff she would like to keep, stuff from the flat. Can't we at least be civilized about all this?"
I didn't trust him a fucking inch, but I knew this moment would come eventually. Sooner or later, Emily would have to pack up her old life and start again property. But I would have bet my tits on the fact that it wouldn't be slippery Freddie who would be offering to help.
"So...what's in it for you Freddie" I smiled humourlessly back "You don't strike me as the most obvious person to wish us both well...being such a homophobe and all'''"
He shook his head sadly, in that way people have when they're speaking to someone educationally challenged.
"You've got me all wrong" he said unconvincingly "Jason is my best mate...and Katie is my girlfriend...I just want this all sorted out by the time he gets back...understandably, he's in pieces over losing his wife. He's not in a good place right now...I'm sure you can understand that?"
Well, I could. Despite the fact that I hated his guts, I knew it must be shit...losing Emily, even if she had been treated like the worst possible trophy wife. I shrugged, which was the best he was gonna get as an acknowledgment, and let him in.
We talked for a few minutes about nothing in particular, and then I went with him to Emily's place to pick up a few boxes. I didn't look inside them, I figured if Emily wanted me to see what was hers, she'd show me in her own time. Freddie chattered about something and nothing while we did, and after the last box was in my hall, I waited for him to put it down. Frankly I didn't want to spend any more time in his company than I had to.
"Well...that's it" he said, smiling again " You've done pretty well for yourself Naomi?"
"As in what?" I said, narrowing my eyes at his tone.
"With our little Emily?" He said nastily "Poor old Jason always was out of his depth with that firecracker?"
I didn't like where this was going, and held open the door for him, looking pointedly out into the hall. I wanted him gone, like yesterday.
"All ancient history, Freddie" I said "I have no interest in Emily's sex life before I met her, and I don't much like talking about it with you"
"Course not" he smirked, turning away to walk out of the door...then turned. "She's a fucking mint shag though...isn't she?"
It took a second or two for my brain to register what he'd just said.
"Yeah...she is actually... Not that you'll ever find out" I said trying to front him out, but my face betrayed how much that remark had stung. Ancient history maybe...but it struck home like a heat seeking missile.
"Actually I do know" he grinned triumphantly. "Jason likes to drink too much at Christmas...sooo.. Our sweet little Emily gave me an early Santa's present this year...Does she still make that little sound in the back of her throat when she's coming, by the way hun?"
She fucking did. And now I knew he really had boned her. I felt sick to my stomach.
I could feel the gorge rise up in my throat. He knew he'd got to me. He didn't need to say any more, but I guess he just liked to twist the knife anyway.
"Tell her Freddie said hi" he said nastily "Perhaps she's not quite as gay as you think Naomi... because...she was very, err.. willing on Christmas Eve.. Twice, if I remember rightly, but I'm sure she'll give you all the details, if you ask nicely"
I slammed the door behind him as he strolled out, chuckling. I just made it to the toilet before my sandwich made an unwelcome reappearance.
I spent the next three hours torturing myself with images of Emily being screwed by Freddie. It didn't make for happy thoughts. By the time I heard her key in the lock, I was boiling. I'd drunk nearly half a bottle of vodka, and an unhappy, drunk Naomi, is not a welcoming sight. She breezed into the kitchen where I was cosying up to another full tumbler of neat spirit. Her smile froze on her face when she saw the look on mine.
"What's happened" she said, her voice cracking "Naomi...baby...what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much..." I said through tight lips "We had a visitor while you were out...a really close friend of yours"
Her face took on that hunted look people get when they know something unpleasant has happened, and they are the last to be let in on it.
"Tell me...please...I mean...who?" She said, her hand visibly trembling as she steadied herself on the opposite kitchen chair back.
"Your husbands best friend Emily... Obviously a much...closer...friend to both of you than I fucking knew?"
Her eyes went really big. I think she knew the game was up...but she stalled for time anyway, and my temper went up another notch.
"What did Freddie want?" She whispered.
"Oh...just to drop off some of your stuff...and to tell me how much he enjoyed screwing you on Christmas Eve...twice apparently?"
My voice was laced with so much venom, I'm slightly surprised she didn't pass out on the spot.
"Oh" she said...her mouth a perfect O.
"What's up' Emily" I grated "Nothing to add...like its not true..., you've got it all wrong... It wasn't like that...you know all those fucking things you say when it's too late to LIE?"
She just stared at me helplessly.
"Or did it just slip your mind?" I said coldly "I mean, its easily done. Its Christmas after all...Put up the decorations...defrost the turkey...put your drunk husband to bed...fuck his best friend...and your sisters partner...twice, wasn't it. What happened? The first time not enough?...and there was me thinking you preferred girls all along...silly me. sucking Freddie's dick was all about research, was it...nothing personal"
She was flat out sobbing by then, and her next sentence was broken by weeping.
"I'm so sorry Naomi...I wanted to tell you...but I promise you...it meant nothing" she steadied herself again on the chair...tears falling freely now "Jason was being a complete bastard that night... Katie was at my mums...and I was a quite drunk...Freddie caught me at a vulnerable time...I realised straight afterwards that I'd made a huge mistake..."
I interrupted her garbled explanation.
"Would that be after the first time he fucked you...or the second?" I said bitterly. "Good was it Ems...did he make you come first? ..Or was he more like Jason, quick shag, then finish in your mouth...I think we should be told, after all, you've already told me that's your little specialty?"
"Stop it...please Naomi...it wasn't like that"
I was on a roll now though, and it was almost like a rotten tooth, I had to go on prodding it.
"Come on Ems" I said through gritted teeth " I really, really want to know...did he make you come? He made it very clear you were very... 'willing'... so let's have it all...the whole truth...you know...for once in your life?"
She murmured something indistinct.
I thought I had misheard, as she spoke so softly, but I was in no mood to let her off, not now, not tonight
"Sorry?" I said, "You said something?"
"I said...yes he did..." she whispered.
I stared at her with eyes blind with tears. I'd taunted her and bullied her, and now I was getting the truth, as much as I wished I'd never asked her
"Yes what?" I goaded. I really didn't want to hear this, did I?
"Yes, he did make me come" she whispered fiercely "Is that what you want to hear Naomi? He was fucking good at it...better than my husband has ever been. So good I wanted it again.. straight away...Is that what you wanted to know?...Sad little frustrated housewife, husband never pleases her...so she fucks the brother in law...and he gets her off all too easily...pathetic, isn't it?"
Again I emptied the contents of my stomach...this time over my sink. The smell of neat vodka made me heave again.
I'd asked for it, and now I had heard it all. I felt like I was drowning.
"I think you'd better go in the morning" I said after I'd swilled out my mouth " I don't even want to look at you anymore. I made a mistake. I wanted honesty from you, and now you've given it to me, I can't bear to be in the same room as you"
"I'm so sorry Naomi...please forgive me" she choked out " It was before we met...before we got together...it meant nothing then and even less now. Please Naomi...don't throw what we have away for something that happened months ago, before I even knew you...before I felt like this about you?"
I rounded on her as she stood, shaking "Do you have any idea how that felt Emily? Hearing that slime bag reveling in telling me how much he enjoyed fucking you? How much YOU enjoyed fucking HIM? My girlfriend...the person I have pretty much given up my normal, uncomplicated life for? How much he said you loved it? The little lesbian, forced into an unhappy marriage...who never wanted another man in her life? And you pick him, your fucking sisters boyfriend to screw? I don't think we have anything more to say to each other...hun...Go and stay with Effy...if she'll have you...until you find somewhere else to live. Come back if and when you're sure you wouldn't rather fancy a stiff cock on Christmas Eve, instead of mince pie's and me"
She didn't answer, just fled to the bathroom and locked the door. I shut myself in the living room and drank the rest of the vodka.
Next morning, I woke on the couch, stiff, aching and viciously hung over. When I tottered into the bathroom, Emily's stuff was gone. When I'd swilled out my mouth with cold water and managed to stay upright for 10 seconds without heaving, I walked out to the hallway and saw her coat was missing from the hook. Looking blearily at the hall clock, I realised with a shock that it was after 2 in the afternoon. Checking the rest of the apartment, I could see that her clothes were gone. So that's that, I thought, bitterly. Another disappointment in a fucking long line of them. No more love, flowers and rose covered promises for me. From now on its red wine, club nights and random, emotionless shags. Forget the Emily's...I'll take the Jessica's and Sophia's.
The humming of my mobile brought me out of my bitter thoughts. Effy fucking Stonem, I thought. Great.
"Oi" the text read " Earth to fucking Campbell. I have a sobbing and devastated Fitch here. B4 you fuck it up in your kamikaze usual style. Call me. NOW NAOMI"
I texted back, realizing as I did that her text was over 2 hours old.
"Just woke up. Not interested in crying Fitches. Been burned once"
I got an answer in 30 seconds.
"Not interested in excuses. Get your arse over here. Not my job to comfort your gf bitch"
Typical Effy. Not interested in feeble excuses. I texted back a simple OK, and took a long shower. It didn't help my mood, but it cleared my head a little. Two extra strength painkillers helped my head but my stomach still did back-flips when I went down in the lift. The sun was low in the sky, and did nothing to help my aching eyes. By the time I got to Effys, the headache was back, with a vengeance.
I climbed up the 25 steps to her door and used my key to get in. The hallway was dark, but I could see light from the lounge. Effy was a light and dark person in most things. Dark clothing, dark hair, dark eye make up...but her apartment was all about light. The big lounge had two floor to ceiling sash windows out over the square. On the wall opposite the door, the wall carried two huge dance class mirrors, which made the room look twice as big. I squinted my eyes as I walked in. On the long leather couch Effy sprawled, iced tea in hand. No sign of Emily, which I was grateful for.
"OK" she said levelly " Emily has been sent to get some food... You might be able to survive on a diet of vodka and true love, but us mortals need Quatre Stagione with extra garlic bread. My Sam's in Germany, which is frankly where I should be...and will be tonight, if I can catch the last Lufthansa flight. But first I've got to sort this shit, because obviously left to yourselves, you'll fuck it up royally...as per.."
She blew a stream of pale smoke from her spliff towards the open window.
"So...Nasty Freddie turns up...taunts you with his one off history lesson about nailing Little Fitch...and you go off the deep end, calling her a slut...and all points west...Am I there or thereabouts? "
I gritted my teeth. No, that wasn't a fair appraisal of the situation, and I wasn't about to let it lie there.
"She fucking Iied to me Effy?" I tried.
"Not strictly true Naoms. If we all had to recite our sins in chronological order before starting a new relationship, both of us would have to stay single forever...Do you even know the full names of the last two women you fucked?"
"That's not the point!" I said hotly "Can you imagine how I felt... having that fucker licking his lips over screwing Emily just a couple of months ago. She made herself out to be this downtrodden housewife, chained to the sink, with a dick-wad of a husband, who never satisfied her. Turns out she's been playing hide the Christmas sausage with her own sisters boyfriend. Classy huh?"
"Careful with that indignation Naoms... Don't let your anger fuck up something good over a random shag months ago, even if it was with Freddie Krueger.."
I let my true fears surface then...I didn't mean to, but Effy has a way of teasing out what you're actually feeling without trying.
"He made her fucking come Eff" I shouted " The closet lesbian, who hated sex with guys got off being fucked by her sisters boyfriend!...I don't even know how to begin to deal with that"
"So thats what's this really about Naoms?" Effy looked at me quizzically "The fact that he shagged her...and obviously got a buzz at your extreme reaction to the news...or the fact that given enough friction in the right anatomical place, a perfectly healthy twenty something female had an orgasm whilst she was being penetrated. It might come as a bit of a shock babes, but if I tied you down and sat on your face to distract you, being shagged by Donald Trump might actually do the trick eventually, She probably closed her eyes and thought of Katie Perry...I know I have occasionally"
I had to grin at that, even if I was still burning. She was right that we all use...the imagination...occasionally. But fuck it... I still felt betrayed, no matter how unreasonable Effy made it sound.
"Look" she said in that far too placid voice "I suggest you go now, before she gets back. Punish her for a while... I get that. But don't blow the whole thing out of the water before you've started. Go on...fuck off now. I'll mark her card, and then you can have a sickening amount of make up sex when you finally forgive her. I've got a flight to catch in two hours. Be a good girl and disappear, huh?
So I did...and it was good advice...trouble is my next unexpected visitor made the whole thing a bit redundant...
XXX
I left Effy to it and went back to my apartment. I deleted the 6 texts and three voice mails I had from Emily. I was still way too pissed about her revelations. Effy might have been right about my over reaction, but I had way too much indignation to process yet.
The tap at my door was hard and brisk. I knew it wouldn't be Freddie. Even his knock was slimy and sly. Whoever it was wasn't creeping about. I almost laughed when I opened my door to the second unexpected visitor in 36 hours. Fucking Cosmic...Katie Fucking Fitch.
She stood in the doorway, regarding me with those dark eyes. As always, she was immaculately made up. Her hair was up this time, in a neat bun, and she was wearing what I suppose you would call a power suit in navy silk. Any other time, being faced with a fit girl in very sexy business wear would have caused me to make grabby hands and cross my legs a bit. But this was Katie Fitch...sister to my probably ex girlfriend, and now known to be the innocent party to her boyfriends recent betrayal. I now knew things about her relationship I wish I didn't. She didn't, of course, which was probably why she was looking at me as if she had discovered mould growing behind by her kettle.
"Emily in?" she said brusquely" I need to talk to her?"
"Sorry Katie" I said, trying not very successfully to keep the dislike out of my voice " She's out...but I'll be sure to let her know you called"
"Any chance of waiting for her?" She said with a frankly sickly smile.
I nearly fainted with surprise
"Are you sure you'll be safe...you know, locked in a flat with a known deviant Katie...I mean, you might catch the lesbian bug and leave here with an unstoppable urge to shag Billie Piper...don't laugh...it has happened"
She had the grace to smirk at that.
"I think its more likely Billie Piper would be lusting after me Campbell" she snarled "But she'd be wasting her time..I prefer my sex with some nice hard gristle...you don't have the equipment, I'm afraid"
"Never say never, miss Fitch" I smiled thinly "better straight women than you have left here confirmed muff munchers"
I couldn't believe myself..I was actually having a conversation... A fucking flirty conversation with my arch nemesis... Well her understudy anyway. Emily wasn't even here. But I felt like needling someone, and as Freddie had successfully got under my skin yesterday, I made the decision...which turned out to be a very bad decision, to invite her in. I thought I'd just torment her for a while, then turf her out when I got bored...
Best laid plans, huh?
An hour later, and half a bottle of my best vanilla vodka, we were actually having a civilized conversation. Of course, we had mostly avoided the Emily shaped elephant in the room, but once we'd verbally circled each other a few times, and she dropped her 'fuck you, dyke' persona, I've had worse conversations. But it had to end...I mean, she was there for a reason, and after Freddie's little bombshell, I was on my guard.
"So Katie..." I said slowly, filling her glass again and trying, mostly unsuccessfully to keep my eyes off her impressive cleavage " Are you gonna tell anytime soon why you're really here? If you wanted to talk to Emily... there's a little invention called the mobile phone? Oh, and just so you know, she's not coming back tonight anyway...she's staying at Effys"
"Oh..." She said "Your first argument?"
I considered giving her the truth about why Emily wasn't here. Freddie richly deserved some payback, but I bit my tongue, at least for the time being. Better to save that bit of ammunition for when it would do the most damage.
"Something like that Katie...so are you gonna spill?"
She put her head back and laughed. Giving me the opportunity to watch how those firm tits jiggled. I swallowed a bigger than necessary mouthful of vodka to give myself something else to do...she was rather... distracting at times. Its your girlfriends sister, I reminded myself yet again.
"OK...cards on the table" she smirked, and her eyes registered amusement at my open perving. I'm guessing this Fitch twin was a lot more used to open admiration than mine.
"I know you think I'm a carbon copy of my mother...all last century prejudice , fire and brimstone... but my only concern is Emily. Being twins is a bit special... We spent the first 16 years of our lives doing everything together. Then I discovered boys... and Emily... well, let's just say she didn't. I knew she was different, not interested in the same things as me. Trouble was, our parents thought we were two parts of a whole. Just because I was boy crazy, they thought Emily would be the same. But she wasn't, and she isn't now, I know she's been unhappy for ages...but she would never admit the marriage was a mistake"
Katie paused and took a big mouthful of vodka.
"So to answer your question...I'm here because I care about her..and I'm worried she's jumping from one bad relationship straight into another. You understand?"
I nodded " Yeah..."
"Personally, I have no idea why she prefers muff to dick...I mean, it must be a sad substitute.. but whatever" She said, twisting her mouth downwards
"Don't knock it till you've tried it Katie" I said, grinning "Like I said...a few straight girls have left here with a smile on their faces...and most of them were as sure as you at the beginning of the night...too scared to take a chancel are we?"
"Fuck off Campbell...wrong twin" she growled, but I've got used to spotting the signs...there was more than a hint of doubt in those big brown eyes. Blame the vodka, blame the residual bitterness in my heart...blame my libido...whatever... I leaned closer to her as we sat on the couch..right into her personal space. She was wearing some subtle scent, musk and sandalwood... It was very...stimulating.
"What are you scared of Katie..." I breathed "That you'd like it too much?"
"Stop it Naomi" she said in a low voice " This isn't funny...I'm not...fucking gay"
But when my lips grazed hers, she stopped talking and froze. Now I've seduced my share of reluctant virgins, but this was different. She was no innocent, but there was something about the way her eyes were locked on mine..the way her hand gripped the back of mine when I reached up and cupped her cheek. She was terrified and fascinated at the same time. I kissed her slowly, feeling her lips part as it went on. I put my glass down and took hers from her too. She just stared at me while I did it. It was crazy. The air around us almost crackled with tension. When did it get so serious, I thought.
"Please..." she said in a small whisper
"Please what Katie..." I answered, reaching for one of the big blue buttons on the front of her suit jacket. Now I was this close, I could see she was just wearing underwear underneath the top...a lacy edged purple silk bra. And she filled it out beautifully. My mouth went dry.
"Please don't..." She whispered " I'm not...I mean I've never done..."
"Shhh" I breathed "There's nothing to be frightened of" l leaned closer and put my mouth to her ear. She was gripping my hand, which was still on the button, really tightly. Like if she let go, she would be swept away, and never found again.
I felt her flinch as my breath swept her ear "Katie...I'm going to do everything to you now...everything you have ever been terrified of discovering. Let go of my hand...because I want to see your body...before I start to touch you...to make love to you, to make you come...Katie Fitch"
I felt her shiver as if she had a fever.
"I...I can't" she said hoarsely " I can't let go"
"Why not Katie" I smiled, reaching out with my tongue and circling her earlobe delicately. If she had shivered before...now she shook and trembled.
"Because if you touch me...there" she gasped, as I slid my palm slowly up her smooth thigh, towards her short skirt " I won't be able to stop you.. I won't want to..."
The last word was accompanied by a moan, as my fingers teased the inside of her thighs at the very top...my fingers felt the edge of matching lacy knickers. Almost imperceptibly, her legs opened to my stroking... I kissed her again, and this time she kissed back..hard, searching, hungry. This was no Emily, nervous, uncertain, unsure...this was Katie.
I sucked the pulse point on her neck and her thighs relaxed completely...I took my hands away from her legs and took both hers in mine.
"Take it off" I said simply, staring at her suit. She looked at me with eyes that had lost focus.
"Yes..." She said distractedly " yes...OK...I'll take it...off"
I watched her unbutton the jacket and slip it off her shoulders. Her breasts were encased in purple silk...no bargain store underwear here...these were expensive, designer brand. I took her hand, which was shaking slightly as she looked up at me, and drew her to her feet.
"Now the skirt" I whispered " You're so fucking gorgeous Katie, you'll look even better naked"
I saw her hesitate...so I drew my shirt over my own head and dropped my trackie bottoms off. Her eyes flashed over my body, like someone who had never seen a half naked woman before. I don't wear a bra indoors, so my tits bounced perkily in front of her. Always been my best feature.
"The skirt?" I reminded her
Her hands went to the side of the skirt, and I heard the sound of a zip moving. In a second, the material joined mine in a jumbled puddle on the carpet. I took her small hand in mine, and led her silently into my bedroom.
When we got to the bed, she turned and faced me...uncertainty clear on her face.
"I've never...I mean I don't know how to..." She said slowly... "I wouldn't..."
"Shhh Katie..." I said again " You do know...you've always known..."
Her mouth twitched in a small, soon vanished smile. She knew... They all knew in the end..
I closed the gap between us and she gasped again at the contact of her skin on mine.
I reached behind her as I kissed her hungrily. Her arms came up and fingers gripped my shoulders as I unclipped the expensive bra. When the silk fell away from between us, our nipples touched and grazed each other. This time it was her tongue that hunted for mine. I teased and lapped at her mouth, sliding my hand between us and cupping her sex...she was hot and wet already, and her groan when I slid an inquiring finger up and down her knickers told me everything I needed to know about how much she wanted this.
I had a small moment of doubt, as I pushed her back onto the bed, so she was sitting on the end. This was my girlfriends 'straight' sister...why was I doing this?
But just at that moment, she licked her lips as I hooked my knickers in my thumbs and dropped them to the floor. A universal sign that she wanted this at least as much as I did. It was wrong..I know that...it was unfaithful...I know that too. But my anger at what her boyfriend had told me, and my distrust of Emily still nagged at me. I could have stopped then, could have backed away, got dressed and put it all down to the vodka and Katie's perfect tits. But who was I kidding. She might be straight 95% of the time... But now, naked and waiting on my bed...she wasn't straight at all.
I stood in front of her and looked down at her face as she stared at my body.
I gave her one last chance to back out. Actually it wasn't for her...it was for me. I knew once I was on that bed, naked with her...there was no going back. She had a magnificent body...and I was never going to stop until I had her moaning and thrashing underneath me...but I asked her again anyway.
"Are you sure?" I said quietly
"Not in the fucking least" she said huskily " But if you think you're gonna get me this worked up, and then leave me hanging Campbell... you don't know me at all. You're a lesbian...so do lesbian things to me...right now"
So I did. All the years of diligent learning used in one sex filled two hour period. I kissed her...she kissed me back. I sucked on her gloriously excited nipples, she played with mine. When my finger slid inside her to the knuckle, she bucked wildly and dragged her long nails across my back. When I eventually dropped my head between her legs and tasted her for the first time, she pulled my hair so hard, I thought it would come out in clumps. When she came...noisily, writhing... screaming obscenities, she called out my name. My tongue and fingers buried inside her, I watched her come down slowly, shaking and muscles quivering. I thought she might baulk when I tried to kiss her afterwards, but she kissed back eagerly, tasting herself on my lips and tongue. Minutes later, she slid down my body and pulled my legs over her shoulders aggressively.
"Are you sure Katie...you don't have to?..." I said, seeing her eyes looking between my legs warily.
"Make the most of it" she growled "You're never gonna see, or feel this again. Its a one time, single offer deal"
And then she covered my wetness with her mouth. For a straight girl, she wasn't bad actually. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. When I came, equally as loudly as her...I didn't call out her name, but I left my own nail marks on her neck.
After, as we laid there, sweat cooling on our bodies, it was me who panicked about what we'd done.
"I'm sorry" I said shakily..."I didn't mean to..."
"Oh fuck off Campbell, she said briskly. "It was quite hot, actually. I think I need you to give Freddie lessons in geography...he's not bad...for a guy... But I think you have him beat in the cunnilingus stakes"
Fuck...that was the last name I wanted to hear right now.
"You won't tell anyone, will you...Don't tell Emily" I said weakly..."She wouldn't..."
"Calm the fuck down Naomi" Katie spat, although, as she sat up and regarded me, her brown eyes sparkled with wry amusement "Isn't it me who's supposes to be freaking out right now...not the big bad lezzer?"
"We'll just put this down to booze...and an itch I've never scratched before. I'm hardly likely to broadcast the fact that I've just screwed my sisters girlfriend, am I?"
We got dressed like two strangers, backs to each other on either side of the bed. She spent 10 minutes in my en suite, and when she came out, the old Katie was back. She looked immaculate. Makeup restored, hair repaired and dressed impeccably. I don't know how she achieved that transformation, but let's just say I haven't perfected it quite yet...
"Right" she smiled grimly "Much as I've enjoyed our ...conversation...Naomi. It hasn't solved our problem, has it? I still need to talk to Emily...and don't worry...she's not gonna be kidnapped and browbeaten by me any more. That's my mother's territory. But I need to clear the air with her. Phone her later, and tell her I'll meet her for coffee tomorrow lunchtime. Silvio's in Park Street...noon, OK?"
I nodded dumbly... What else was I gonna do?
"Well" she said.." Its been...fun. I'd say we should do this again...but I'd be lying. We won't. Just file it away under 'lezzer moments to wank over when fanny is thin on the ground' OK?"
Even I had to chuckle at that. Life was getting more bizarre by the day...
