Moving right along! A few people wanted more background on Naomi's character, so hopefully this helps. And also, a big shout out and hug to marsupial for the consistent reviews and helpful criticism.


Chapter Seven.

Naomi's POV

"Shall we?"
My god, Emily is so fucking sexy. It's unbelievable, her fitness is actually causing me fucking physical distress!
She's looking at me expectantly, and I remember that I've yet to answer her.

I do a quick assessment of my current state of being.
Knicker are uncomfortably wet.
Mouth is dry.
Cheeks are flushed.
Heart is racing.
Mind is being unspeakably naughty.

Well, that's that, then.
"You go ahead without me, Ems, I've got to wee again and I don't want you to get in any more trouble." Nice, Campbell, that was mildly convincing.
Emily pouts and I swoon, but she replaces her pout (that's too fucking cute, in my opinion) with a smile. She nods once, and she's out the door. I wait a minute to make sure she's not planning on reappearing before I walk over to the door and turn the lock. Why they'd put an inside lock on a door in a college is beyond me, but hey, it's being used to my advantage now!

I take a deep breath and back myself up against one of the closed stall doors, so I could still see my reflection in the mirrors above the sinks.


It's not like I want to get off in my college's bathroom, it's just something that has to be done if I plan on getting through the rest of the day like a normal human being.

Readjusting myself once more so I'm leaning most of my weight against the door, I roll up the sleeves of my oversized flannel and unbutton my shorts. I don't hesitate before pushing my hand down past the waistband of my knickers and cupping my own centre.

Let's get this over with, then.

I conjure up some of the things that I usually think about when I'm having a wank; the feeling of another girl's cunt tightening around my fingers, that one video where one really fit girl fucks her girlfriend with a strap-on, picturing some of my favourite celebrities naked. Nothing was really having an effect on me, though.

My clit was pinched between my middle and forefingers, and I was kind of just circling it about in varying speeds and pressures. I was wet from before, but now it wasn't continuing to build up. Like, I was frustrated, obviously, but nothing was doing the trick.

Then, I thought about her. Emily, the gorgeous fucking redhead who'd just poked her way into my life and straight into my heart. My hips arch; guess that's doing something for me, then. I keep thinking about her, they way her bottom lip piercing is too sexy to handle, and how I want to feel the full extent of what she can do with that little tongue stud of hers.

My fingers speed up, so I'm rubbing against my clit frantically. My free hand leaves it's hold on the door handle to palm at my tits. Fuck, that feels good. I remember the way Emily's chest pushed against mine while we snogged, holy shit that was hot. I could have shagged her right then and there; and I would have, if it was with anyone besides Emily. She's too good for that, she deserves better.

Dipping my fingers down lower, I gather some of my wetness and spread it around my clit as I rub myself. I can feel my cunt clenching, so I've gotta be somewhat close. I imagine what Emily would taste like, how she would look straddling my face and crying out as she came.

My finger presses around my entrance, teasing around the opening as I try to stifle my groans. I take a deep breath and push into myself. Fuck! Getting myself off has never felt like this, it's never been this good.

I keep my imagination going, I'm almost there. I see myself fucking Emily against my bedroom door, and just holding her afterwords, knowing that I could make her feel so much if she'd let me.

My finger keeps pumping as I add one more to the mix, inhaling sharply at the feeling of fullness.
So.
Fucking.
Close.

The last push I need to reach orgasm comes in the form of me imagining what it would feel like to be fucked by Emily; to finally give that part of myself away and not have to fear regretting my decision. I lost myself in the thought of what it'd be like to become unraveled by someone else's touch... by Emily.

This is it, I can feel my walls constricting, and the throbbing is becoming unbearable. I keep two fingers buried in my pussy, pressing up against that spot that always makes my knees weak, while my other hand circles my clit as fast as I could.

I come with my eyes slammed shut and my back arching up away from the door. I think I'm finally seeing stars, my brain is completely encompassed in everything Emily. It's wonderful, to be honest.

Thankfully, I was able to muffle my groaning by biting my lip. I slow my hands and pull my fingers out of my cunt, leaving my other hand to play with my clit for a gentle comedown.

I take a minute to catch my breath before I'm readjusting my clothes and fixing my hair in the mirror. I scrub at my hands like mad, because I really don't need anyone smelling my arousal on them. Once I'm satisfied with my appearance, I send a text out to Emily.

'Hey, I'll be in class in a minute, got stopped by that tosser Harriet in the main hall. N xx'


Hopefully that'll throw Ems off my trail. I do one final once-over before opening the bathroom door and stepping out.

"There you fucking are, thought you'd died or some shit, Blondie!"

I'm startled to find a grinning Cook outside the loo door.
"Why the fuck are you here, James?!"
"Hey, no need for the venom babes, I was looking for you and I ran into little Red, yeah? She'd said you were just having a wee. But I've been out here for almost 10 minutes, and well, Naomikins, it doesn't take anyone 10 minutes to piss." He smirks at me with a knowing look. Fuck's sake.

"Fuck off, Cookie. I was just fixing my hair. Why did you need to see me?"

Cook looks skeptical but goes along with my topic change, and before I know it he's quickly regaling me of something that'd happened earlier. I wasn't really listening until I heard him mention Emily, at which point you could bet that my attention was on him.

"...So Effy said that she'd talked to Emily about you, and now Emily is gonna make a move!"

I can't help but smile at his excitement.
"You're a bit late, Cookie. I ran into Ems in the loo before and we agreed to go on a date."
"Congrats, Blondie! Give your best mate the details, yeah?"
"She asked me out, I told her I'd love to, and that I'd been wanting to ask her the same thing. Then we kissed a bit... and uhm yeah that's that."

Cook let out one of his booming laughs, his hands resting against his stomach while he tilted his head back.
"You're not as good at lying as you think you are, Naomikins." He winked at me and I gave him the Campbell death glare.

"So you talked, you kissed, Red left, and you wanked. Priceless."
"Fuck off, I did not!"
"Bullshit, Naomi. I can tell."
I crossed my arms and huffed at him, "Don't fucking say anything, alright?"
"Fine by me, babes. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you have a class to be attending with your squeeze right now?"
Fuck, I'm going to miss the entire bloody period if I keep this up!"

"Shit, yeah actually, I've gotta run Cookie. I'll call you later though, yeah?"
"I'll hold you to that, Blondie, now get to fuck!"

I managed to get through the remaining time in politics without trouble. I kept a neutral face around Emily and just smiled and nodded when she'd make a sarcastic remark. The bell rang, fucking finally, and me and Ems got out of the room and quickly made our way outside. The weather was still surprisingly pleasant for England; partial clouds, no wind, and it wasn't bloody freezing or pissing down with rain.


It was kind of our routine now, leaving politics and settling underneath the same tree on the green. I'd sit down with my back propped up against the trunk and light a fag while Emily would drop down beside me and sit cross-legged, usually pulling out some form of sandwich.

I was seriously relieved that there was no awkward tension between us, I'd have died if Emily said she'd regretted our kiss. It was just so... nice. We sat there and talked, about everything, really. Books, films, our pasts and our dreams for the future. I told her about my mum, and how she raised me single-handedly after my prick of a father ran off when he found out she was pregnant. I explained how I've always had issues trusting people, and that for some reason, those issues never came up with her. Ems was able to tell when I didnt want to share anymore and quickly changed to a lighter topic. I never really enjoyed just shooting the shit with people, but it was different with my redhead.

Too soon, Campbell, she's not yours, not yet, at least. I smiled when I remembered our upcoming date, and my smile was met with butterflies raging around my stomach when I let myself reminisce our kiss.

I realise that I've been silent for a bit too long when I feel a ball of paper hit me in the side of my head.
"Oi! Watch it, Fitchy, you've yet to see my violent side."
"Yeah right, Nai, you're about as 'rough and tough' as a miniature dog. But hey, I'm still interested in seeing your violent side." She winks at me, bloody minx!

"All in due time, Ems," I say laughing, and my hand reaches out to settle on her thigh. Stop it, hand, I didn't command you to move!

Emily looks at me before grasping my hand in her own and inching forward so she could easily rest our clasped hands in her lap. This girl is too adorable, honestly.

"You're adorable..." Shit, why can't I keep my thoughts in my head today?
Whatever, it made Ems blush so it's a win/win situation for me.
"Thanks, you're not too bad yourself, actually."

I let out a genuine laugh at her cheek and reply, "I figured as much, you were the one who couldn't keep her hands off of me just an hour or so ago."
"You weren't complaining."
"Very right, and I'm not going to complain now, either."
With that, I ducked down to capture Emily's lips in mine. Fuck, she's addicting. I tried to keep our kiss chaste, seeing as we were on school grounds, and all. I wasn't too successful though, and I guess I let it carry on a bit too long because before I knew it we were being broken apart with wolf whistles from Cook and Freds. Oh, and Katie of course had to give me a warning glare before muttering for 'the lezzers to get a bloody room."

"Top shit, Naomikins! Emilio, I didn't know you had it in you!"

"Fuck off, Cookie" Emily has no real malice in her voice though, so I know she's perfectly alright with being seen kissing me.

My cheeks are actually starting to hurt, what with the abnormal amount of smiling I've been doing today. I'll just have to get used to it, I guess.


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