"Babe? Where's my fucking key?" Naomi's mumbled question, she's asked for the fifth time in about two minutes, cant make me get up from her sofa. I'm not looking for it, told her to put it in the bowl by the door, didn't I? If she's too lazy to remember she's going to look for it her whole life. Not my fault. Hehe. "Baby? My keys?!" My beautiful girlfriend stands in front of me now, blocking the view to the telly, I sigh. "Move Naomi, I'm in pain."
To demonstrate my point I crumble and hiss in pain, closing my eyes to make it go away. "Just leave me alone to die."
"I will, I promise." She grins cheekily. "After you tell me where my keys are." I can only shake my head, eyes still closed. I hear her sigh and then she's crawled in behind me onto the sofa, trapping herself in-between my body and the backrest. I move a bit forward to make room for her but she pulls me back and places her legs over mine closed ones.
A grateful moan leaves my lips when her lips find my neck, just under my earlobe. "Relax." Then her hands are on the small of my back, the place where it always hurts the most, and she's firmly kneading the flesh, making it actually a bit better. Tolerable. God she's amazing. "You gave me great orgasms, you make my back hurt less. Babe you actually can be quite useful, cant you?"
She chuckles lightly into my ear and kisses it, making me smile like a lovesick twat. "I'm only trying to win you so you wont run for the hills when I let you see the true me."
I cant help but break out in giggles at that threat, spoken so darkly into my ear. "Yeah, right. You're the loveliest, cuddly, cow I know. No way I'd do anything but adore you. You cant help it babes, you're just a huge softy." She's gasped into my ear and then, when I turn my head to look into her gob-smacked face I lean up and kiss her open lips. "God, so fucking cute."
She hates being called cute, or anything similar, makes it all the more fun to tease her. Because that's just what she is. Cute. "Cute like a baby-bum." Her eyes widen and then I'm squealing with laughter when she's turned me around and tickles my sides as I'm trashing about on my back. She stops moving altogether, we both freeze and her face, which is hidden in the crook of my neck is smiling, I can feel it. "Katie, baby what's that in your trousers? I've had no idea you were that equipped."
I try very hard not to laugh but it's getting unbearable when I hear her try to be so serious. "Your own fault." I mutter when she's reached into my lazy-pain-trousers, which are old sport trousers from my bother. Huge. She's fished the keys out from under my knickers and grins at me, her eyes twinkling. "I've to go to work."
"No you don't. I'm here, you should keep me company. I could be dying."
"Or you could be dramatic, your period's not for another week."
"But I've cramps, haven't I?"
With a nod Naomi leans in to kiss my pouting lips, just when she's about to pull away I fling out my hands and grab her shoulders to keep her close. "You know what helps?"
"Uh huh. But I've no time, sorry." I show her that this is no excuse and have her hand, in no time, right where I need it now, she cant resist. She never can. And it doesn't take her more than five minutes until I'm naked and clawing on her equally as naked skin.
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Naomi's typing away on her laptop, her bottom-lip clasped between her teeth in deep concentration as she frowns at something on the display. She doesn't look impressed or happy. "Babe? Get off the screen, I need attention."
Her blue eyes are smiling when she turns her head to look at me.
We're sitting on her sofa, she is by the other end and I am laying with my head to the other side and my legs draped over her knees. She's placed a pillow on my legs and put her laptop on top of it so it wouldn't burn my naked skin. Isn't she lovely? But she wont let me distract her. From whatever she's doing. "You've always my whole attention."
"No I don't."
"You do."
"Yeah? What was I wearing when I got here yesterday?" She cant know this, I'm sure.
"Nothing. You came here three days ago and haven't left yet. Yesterday you weren't wearing clothes." Adding, "you never do these days," she's back to staring at the screen.
"Didn't hear you complaining." My pouting doesn't make her shut the laptop and jump to make me smile again, I think we're past the honeymoon phase. It makes me sad and I pull my legs from under her laptop, making her groan when she loses focus on what she's reading or doing when she struggles to keep the laptop from falling. "Katie."
"Sorry." I mumble and go to the loo with a hanging head, maybe that'll give her something to think about. You don't ignore your girlfriend, not when she's in front of your nose, having pains.
I'm sitting on the toilette-lid, waiting for her to clog I'm gone and sad, but she doesn't and that's making me more sad. God, I hate when I get all emotional over nothing. Stupid monthly bleeding.
It feels like I cant breathe without her close to me. Ever since she's managed to make me cum, repeatedly, I cant seem to function without having her in reaching distance. How the fuck have I become such a clingy git?
My phone's in my hand and I'm dialling the number of my best mate, hoping she'd bring me down a peg or two and help me stop being a twat. Naomi's done nothing wrong, she's all kinds of lovely, always, and here I am angry and sad because she doesn't behave like a trained dog, or a mind-reader. Lina's picked up and when I'm done explaining the situation there's nothing but silence. "You're there?"
"I am. I'm just wondering why the fuck you'd wake me up for that crap? You're before your period, everyone knows you're a sentimental wreck."
"Naomi doesn't."
"Why the fuck not? She's known you for few months, hasn't she? And I don't think you've been preggers and given birth in the last months, so she should know." Lina sometimes can be a real pain, especially when I wake her, which is always. That girl is a fucking vampire. "I was never at hers when it happened. Didn't want her to think I need an exorcism."
I like hearing her laugh, all tired and hung-over, it makes me feel like we're still care-free teenagers having the time of our lives. We are, and we do, but sadly separately. "You kinda do babe."
"Bitch." Smiling like a twat at the knock I hear, I tell her I'd phone her soon and slide my phone close. With a few face-gymnastic tricks I make my face look sad again when I open the door, prepared to see Naomi apologise for being an uncaring cow.
She doesn't.
She's pushed me aside and pulled down her trousers to wee. Great.
Honeymoon phase so over. "What?"
"Nothing." I sigh and turn to the mirror so I wont stare at her doing...her business. "I'm only dying."
"Babe, you'll be fine. Take another pill."
"I've already taken five." I exclaim, horrified. Does she want me to be sleepy so she can have some peace and quite to do whatever she's doing on her laptop? I knew it. She's too lovely to tell me to fuck off home so she's tolerating me when she's really only interested in one thing. "You're watching porn, aren't you?"
"Porn?"
I ignore her twitching lips, she's at least trying to be patient. "Yes porn. You're always on that fucking thing, what are you doing? Are you having an affair?"
"Yes Katie, I'm having an affair, online, with a porn-star." She's laughing at her funny response whereas I can only shake my head. "Very funny." "I know, right? I'm hilarious." She's by my side, washing her hands and I have to say that when her lips find my neck for a quick peck I'm a bit less angry.
She can be very lovely when she wants. Because she doesn't try, at all.
Especially with tiny things she doesn't realise she's doing. Like, whenever I'm close enough she'd somehow touch me, just find contact, or when she's getting back from another room and sits back down next to me she'd peck my cheek or forehead without even looking at me. I really like the normality of it all. Like it's what her body needs and she doesn't even know it is doing it automatically.
Or when we're asleep, she'd always touch me in a way, or another.
I cant count the times I've woken up because I felt like I was being squashed to death only to realise she was sleeping soundly on top of me. She's not a very graceful sleeper, not at all, probably one of the most violent and clumsy sleepers out there, but she always manages to be close to me, no matter how many bruises I get from it.
Instead of softly scooting towards me she kinda jumps. One motion and she's on top of me, without a warning, snoring away England's loudest records. Or when she's turning around, she falls asleep on her stomach, so when she turns to her side or on her back she does it with one, fast, uncoordinated jump. Every time I'm having black and blue proof of that. Or scratches from her fingernails.
Ever since my first orgasm, when my dad was in front of the fucking door, I cant stay cross with her, never for long. It's like, I don't know, whenever she does something stupid I need to be angry at her for, she grins and I can fucking see what goes on in that pervy head of hers. Of course my thoughts run wild as well then and we're shagging before I can remember that I'm being angry. Or that she behaved like a Neanderthal.
"Stop that." I look up into her shining eyes, they always shine and I cant think of another person that is content the way she is. "What?" I ask. Her eyes smile into mine. "Thinking, you'll get wrinkles."
"Not before you do, you're ancient, remember?" She's grinning at my answer and then she's kissing me, mumbling that she's ready for a museum and we should use the time she still can move wisely.
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We're cooking.
Well, Naomi is...I'm watching.
Sitting on top of her kitchen counter I follow her barley covered arse wherever it's going. She's got a really nice arse, have I mentioned that before? I don't think so, but she does. It's all firm and well shaped, not too big but not too tiny either. And I just love when she's parading around in her knickers, allows me to perv however long I want without her thinking I'm a big, fat, lezza-creep. "Why are you cooking? We could order in."
"Because it's cheaper."
"You're supposed to say; 'It's healthier darling, I don't want you to get fat and ugly and have to leave you." Quirking a brow at me she's leaning on the fridge, absently twirling the big spoon in the sauce pot that's on the cooker. "How's that better?"
"Doesn't make you sound like a cheap date."
"Makes me sound like an arse."
"Yeah, but I like your arse, and you're an nice arse."
With a head-shake she tastes the sauce and saunters over to let me try it but I shake my head with a grimace. "We're not in an stupid Hollywood flick."
"It's sauce."
"It's cliché."
"You, a wealthy everyone's darling fell for your older tutor, who's a girl. Cant get more cliché, love, can it?" She's got a point there. The sauce is all right, nothing extraordinary, nothing bad. Just chilli-con-carne, doesn't take a genius to make it. "I want a Big-Mac."
"Then fuck off to Mac Donald's." I roll my eyes and go setting the couch table, which are four medium sized amps with a board hammered to them. "Thanks babe." I wave her yelled gratitude away, shaking my head with a smirk.
That girl has some serious problems. If I told my girlfriend to fuck off to Mc's I would be pissed off, or I wouldn't say it. You know? She has her very own way to talk to me, not that she's always a bitch, but she doesn't coat me in cotton wool either. That was something I had to get used to at first. I'm used to people being nice to me, either because they work for me, or my dad so they have to or because they think I'm someone they have to always sugar coat. It's refreshing that she doesn't care. She's someone who says exactly what's on her mind, and later she'd realise how bad it sounds and cringe, laughing, but she'd say it again and again. It's a quality I really like on her.
I think that when she told me that this isn't a middle-school fling, I still haven't had an idea what that meant.
Now, weeks later I feel like I'm in an adult relationship. We're doing stuff together, like, when there's a film she wants to watch she doesn't really tell me. She says to meet her at the cinema after work and we watch it together. We don't really plan anything, we just do it. Or when I'm at hers, which I always am, she gets a phone-call and kisses me before dashing out of the door, yelling that she's going to meet her sister or something. There is nothing like asking. I hate that in some relationships people think they have to ask permission to leave. Or that they have to include the girlfriend in everything. Sure, if that was an option she'd ask if I wanted to join her, but why should she ask if Effy wants to meet her to cry over her ex? She doesn't need my permission, and she hasn't done a thing to make me not trust her, yet, so I do.
I have to.
Trust like you've never been hurt before, it's a good saying.
Why should she be carrying the mistakes my ex made on her shoulders? It isn't her fault. And until the day she'll fuck up I wont corner her over everything. I've received drunken texts a few times in the past months and my mates were already frowning and wondering why I haven't had an idea she was out with people. I was smiling and texting back. She doesn't have to ask for things, and doesn't have to check in and out all the time, it's nice to know what she's up to, like if she's leaving somewhere for longer or if something big happens but other that? She'd text and tell me if Effy's situation would take longer than expected.
I like the normality, maturity.
"Here," Placing my plate in front of me Naomi has pushed me into the sofa's cushions, grinning, "eat. Way better than Mc's, I promise."
My sceptical expression and the hesitant bite I take makes her bark out a wave of laughter, almost choking on her noodles.
I love her.
That thought always hits me like a ton of bricks. Every fucking time.
When I look at her laughing, or when she's thinking, or at other random times it surges through my body like lightning and I can only stare at her in awe. How did she manage to make me fall in love with her that fast and hard? Yes, I know New Year is just round the corner and we've known each other since summer but somehow it still feels like she's swept me off my feet in one moment. The one when she was proudly presenting me all the alcohol she was balancing at Panda's birthday. No, not true. I thought she was hot as fuck and had nasty things run through my mind. I admit that I really wanted to shag her, from the very start, she was soo cute. And it was sooo hard not to do it, when we were here, trying to teach me German. But I thought she was still with her girlfriend, so I stopped tempting her. But now, now that she's officially mine, and so fucking happy to be with me, just as happy as I am, I cant seem to stop trying and fucking her, all the time.
I'm sooo deep in inappropriate thoughts I've not heard the bell go off.
My eyes widen when her ex walks into the flat like she owns it. What surprises me even more is the way she's kissed Naomi on the corner of her mouth, holding her waist and rubbing her skin with her thumb while she does so. Fucking bitch. She knows exactly I'm here, with food in my mouth, staring at her. "Katie, nice seeing you again."
I nod and swallow before answering properly. "You too. How are you? You've been gone for a long time." I try to make her see that it's been forever since she was anywhere close to Naomi's heart, and that I've had enough time to take up that place. You know, just friendly advice, perhaps she figures out it's best to fuck off and die. No, not die but you know, never come back here.
"So, I thought I'd pop by and see if you're done shopping for the trip." My eyes widen the tiniest bit when I look at a sheepishly smiling Naomi, shuffling her way over to me. She sits next to me and takes my hands between hers, I know this cant be good. "What's happening?" Before Lana can start telling me Naomi silences her with one, deadly glare and she's closed her mouth again. Then Naomi smiles at me, grimacing. "You know, I wanted to tell you but it never was the perfect moment and then...I don't know."
"All right."
"Like, a year ago we've booked a trip, right?" She gestures to Lana's direction, not bothering to look at her properly. "I had no idea I'd stay that long, didn't think of rebooking."
"So, that means basically?" I trail off, fearing her answer. I know what she's going to say, can see it in her guilty eyes when she shrugs helplessly. "Means, basically Lana and I are going away for a bit." Before the shock can settle into the pit of my stomach, before I can lose all the colour of my face she's scooted closer, touching me everywhere at once. "But that's fine, Katie. I promise."
"'cept it's not." I can only whisper and smile sadly at her. She doesn't get it, thinks she can just bung that at me and all is good when it's not. "Time's up, is it?"
"Time..what..no." A light chuckle leaves her pretty and oh so kissable lips. "I'll be gone for a month, that's bearable. You'll see, after the time apart you wont want me to come back and bug the fuck out of you. You'll be right glad I'm gone, I'm sure." I can respect that she's trying to make it a bit less of a big deal but I've this horrible feeling.
Seeing Lana grin at me, not friendly at all, is indication enough. I do trust Naomi, why not? But her, I do not trust. "Katie, das wird schon. Mach dir keine sorgen, ja?" I nod and lean in to kiss her. She's told me that everything will be fine and that I don't need to worry, perhaps I should just believe her. "Wo fährst du hin?" She smiles, excitement returning to her eyes when I asked her where she's going then. "Australia." I smile back, how could I not be happy for her when she's practically glowing?
I remember the day I really met her. I was thinking that she could go to Australia, instead of tutoring me.
"Yeah, we've rented a tiny hut by the sea, so far out from everything we'll have plenty time to talk things through, wont we babe?" Naomi glowers at her ex and shakes her head, bitch. "Stop it Lana."
"What? I'm only saying."
"Yeah, well don't. You see that it's not easy for Katie, why do you have to be a bitch about it?" Lana shrugs with an easy smile, bitch is trying to act all innocent when she's not. I know that she's not but you know what will be the best revenge? Having her flirt her fucking arse off in Australia and Naomi not caring the tiniest bit. When my girlfriend will come back home, to me, that will be the worst that could happen to her and it will, I'm sure of that. We're awesome, Naomi and I are, so Lana can really fucking shove it. "Are you hungry?"
I would, probably, be dead if she could kill me with her looks, but hold your mates close and enemies closer, yeah?
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I'm walking out of college with my mate Addy towards the green for a fag when my eyes widen and I shriek, taking off to jump into Naomi's arms. She's laughing after she's caught me by the steps, hugging me close. "Someone's happy to see me." Is murmured into my ear before she kisses it lightly, smiling at me. "I didn't know you were coming to pick me up." I grin. When I hear the cat-calls and whistles I turn round and grin proudly, winking at the starers, stupid twats.
"Thought I'd stop by and see you for recess." Shrugging she slings her arm round my waist and we walk to the green where Ads is already waiting for us with a timid smile. Addy is very shy when she doesn't know people, especially ones I've already told her every naughty detail about. She's a common looking girl, nothing special, nothing bad, you know? Just one of those faces you wouldn't care to remember. Wow, that sounded meaner than it was. She's not ugly, mind you, just not a stunner. A very lovely girl though, and we've been mates ever since college started. "Ads," I start when I pull Naomi down to the ground to sit next to me, "that's Naomi, my girlfriend."
That never gets old, seeing the tiny moment where people are shocked about the fact that I, Katie Fitch, could have a fucking girlfriend. I mean, have they seen her? She's gorgeous. "Hi, nice meeting you. Katie's told me loads about you." And she fucking means it, the blush proves it.
Naomi's twinkling eyes tell me that she knows I've bragged. She shakes the girl's hand with a friendly smile and lights a fag, offering Addy one as well when she gives me mine. "Likewise love, hope Katie wasn't annoying you too much, she can get very awestruck when talking 'bout me." Her teasing has the desired effect and Addy loosens up instantly, laughing hysterically.
Naomi's turned back to me and we're sitting as close as possible without it having to be rated M. "Missed you."
I grin so fucking broadly I think my face will stay that way. "Missed you too liebling." Her whole face lights up at my German take on 'love' and she's crashed out lips together in a short but so fucking hot kiss. With a cough I pull away and swat her hands from my thighs. "Stop, we've company."
"Addy doesn't mind, do you love?" Of course my mate shakes her head. "See? She's cool. Come on, I've the car round the corner. You still have 25 minutes left." My eyes widen when the shocking truth about what she really came here for sets, this is a booty-call.
Fucking hell.
Naomi does look a bit offended when I burst out in hysterical laughter, slapping her legs all the time. "Just laugh Katie, why should you care if it's hurting me..." But I cant stop, she does look like a scolded child whom I've told off. Fucking classic. "Awe," I start and cant stop the stupid grin, god she's cute, "come on, then. Think we've a date." Seeing her face turn back cheeky again makes my grin widen when I pull her to her feet.
We laugh uncontrollably when we finally reach the car, not able to kiss without bursting out in laughter. "Fuck," Naomi's in pain, holding her sides and all, "I just cant."
Another wave of giggles shakes my bones and I lean on the car for support, wiping the happy tears from my eyes. "Yeah, you've to work on your seducing strategy babe."
We don't get to have a quickie before my next class, instead we're sitting at the little caff she's parked by and continue laughing as we have a coffee.
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When I make it to the door my brother is already bugging Naomi, blocking the entrance with his bulky body. "Move you fucking worm." I hiss and push him away before he can do any more damage "Stop being a wanker."
"I haven't done anything. Ask Naomi, I've only asked how she's doing." I know his excuse is nothing but that, a lame excuse. When my quirked brow hits Naomi she shrugs and leans in to peck my cheek. "Asked me how I'm doing with all the packing and planning to shag it up with my ex, yeah." I roll my eyes and punch his bare shoulder, stupid wanker has to always run round topless like he's One Tree Hill's Nathan or something. "Leave her alone."
"I'm just worried, don't want her go off breaking your heart, do I? Sorry for fucking caring, then." He's out of earshot when I tell him to go to fuck and take his caring with him. "Sorry," I smile at Naomi and kiss her on the lips, sighing contently. "he's an arse."
"He's just worried."
"He needs to stop."
"Why?"
"Because everything will be fine."
"Right." With a kiss Naomi finally enters our house and links our pinkies as we make our way in the sitting room where my family is gathered. "Hi Fitches!" They smile and welcome her, Naomi's always been welcome here, even if it is still weird at times.
My dad doesn't really know how to handle a gay daughter, or a daughter who's got a girlfriend. Or how to handle the girlfriend...but he's trying. Really, really hard. I have to give him probs for that. "Hey J.J." She even remembers that monk's name, isn't she lovely?
He's a stuttering mess, sweating and locking himself on when he tries to say hallo to her. In the end he's banging on about her tits and fannies, lesbians and sex. It takes Emily to slap him cross the face to get him calmed down enough to stop. Man, I don't think I'd have the energy to be mates with him, it has to be fucking exhausting and annoying when he gets locked on every other minute.
"How are you, Naomi love?" My dad asks, his smile threatening to split his face in half.
Naomi's learned to handle him very quickly, so she's not as messy and weird as others when it comes to talking to him. "Good, good Rob, thanks. How 'bout you? Did you nail that deal Katie's been going on about for weeks now?"
"Has she now?"
"Yup. Couldn't shut her up for a fucking minute, she's well proud of you." I hiss at her to stop it but she shushes me and takes the beer my dad's offering her. We're sitting on the only chair that's free, I'm having Naomi on my lap, my hands loosely laying on her thighs. "Don't get twatted with my dad." I warn her. I really am not in the mood to have her be best buds with dad now. It's out last week before she's leaving and I don't want to share her, especially not with dad.
You're probably wondering why we weren't together in the first place before she came to mine. Well, to be honest I am not the only person she's leaving behind for a month. She has to meet up with her mates, see her family and every time she's done, she comes to mine or picks me up, or tells me to meet her at hers. So it's not like we're never seeing each other...just not as much as I would like.
Stupid cow demands I keep on going to college, like it's not more important to spend the last days with her.
"Don't go forbidding her things Katiekins, she's a woman with an own mind, Naomi is. You cant chain her to you and make her do tricks." I roll my eyes at dad's speech, he's already on his eighth beer. "I try, dad. Thanks." Softly slapping Naomi's legs I indicate that she'd get up and we go upstairs but she shakes her head and starts talking to Emily about one thing or another.
It's lovely she likes my messy family, and even more so that they adore her, but really...she's leaving and I want her for myself. I want to...touch her. And I want her to touch me. All the time. When she does, as soon as her fingers ghost over my naked skin I can always feel the fire starting to build up in my stomach. Now I know the wonderful feeling she can make me have I cant go on without it, not even a day.
Is that normal? Or am I somehow broken? Programmed to fuck her to death, hahaha. No, seriously it's only a week we've left. Not even fully, so I take as much as I can. Huh, that sounded dirty.
I almost shudder when her right hand goes to the side of my face, her fingers softly caressing the spot behind my ear. Like a fucking cat, and I even make the same noise. "Fuck's sake Katie, get a fucking room, will ya? Don't wanna see you shag Naomi's brains out here." Emily's lovely complaint is answered by my horrified laughter and Naomi's smirking face, which tells my sister that this is exactly what my girlfriend has planned. "Rob, would you mind if I borrowed Katie?"
Dad's torn between knowing what this is about and pretending he doesn't. "To do what exactly?" He's giving her a chance, nice bloke my dad is. "Well, I'm leaving in a week and I thought it would be much less of a hassle if she stayed with me."
"What about college?"
I groan. "Dad...she's nice enough to ask. You know I'll go either way, so just stop being difficult."
He doesn't like me getting all adult-y on him, showing him that he doesn't have as much to say as he likes to think. He doesn't, at all. I'm almost eighteen, and ever since I was fifteen I haven't had to ask for things. I guess he needs to think he's in control of things now that they're changing. "Right." Taking a sip of his beer he shrugs. "I suppose it is fine Naomi, just take care of her and make her go to college, please."
"Course." A beaming smile is her response and dad smiles back, sincerely. "I always do. When she becomes too much of a..b...cow I just lock her in the bathroom for an hour." They clink bottles and I'm left staring at them with my gob wide open.
What. The. Fuck. I think they've formed an alley.
The blower goes off and Emily is the one to pick up. Her eyes meet mine in confusion and with a shrug she comes to the chair and hands me the device. "Lina." Why she's calling on the house telephone I have no idea. "Yeah? What's up babes? Why didn't you call my mobile?"
She's talking my ear off about one thing or another and with a sigh I push my hips up. Naomi gets it and lets me stand up and walk into the kitchen, listening on to my best mate's weird situation. "So I'm like, yeah, sure why not...everything once, right? But what the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Why?"
"Because I've fucked her Katie."
"What did you do?"
"No, I literally fucked her. We've shagged. Two nights ago we've been at it like fucking rabbits and now she wont stop phoning me. Cant turn my phone on without being bombarded by texts and missed calls. She's a proper stalker, fucking nutter she is. I told her I'm not gay, she said she doesn't care but obviously she's in love with me now. I mean...what the fuck? How the fuck is that even possible? She doesn't know me. Is that a thing with you lesbians?"
I raise my brows and wave Naomi to me.
She nods and excuses herself before joining me in the kitchen. Helplessly I hand her the blower and shrug. With furrowed brows she asks who's there. "Naomi? Shitting hell. Of course Kat would just hand me over without a second thought, bitch."
"What's the problem, sweety?" Enquires my girlfriend, wrapping her right arm around me. "Maybe I can help."
"Right. So, you're a lezza, yeah? Maybe you really can help."
"I like to think of myself as a woman that prefers women, wouldn't say I wont ever touch a bloke again though. You never know what'll happen in the future, you know? So I try not to label myself, it's not a branding after all." With a cough and a head-shake I interrupt her speech and she grins, stopping the rant. "What's the problem with lezzas now, then?"
"I've fucked one. Told her I am not into that sort of thing, yeah? She was down with it, said it's cool and that we'd just have fun. It's only the drugs after all. But then, after we've shagged that night away I cant seem to get rid off her. She's every-fucking-where. She's waiting by the door for every class I have, she's at my room when I get in late, she's even at the town-centre when I'm out with mates, she's everywhere. Yesterday was some girl's birthday, she invited me which was a surprise, we don't really have much to do with each other. Met the gay girl outside, she said she made her invite me. I mean...what the fuck? I bet she's going through my rubbish, stalking cow."
"Bet she's got an altar build for you somewhere." Naomi's joining the bashing parade. With a tiny laugh Lina continues miserably. "Cant even start up my phone, I'll only get hundreds of texts and voice-mails. She's in love with me now, how's that possible? I've asked Kat if that's a thing with you people but she's handed me over. Think you're the better lesbian to ask since she's all new and stuff." Naomi's eyebrows have vanished and she's biting her lip so hard I'm afraid it'll be chewed off.
"Well, we people can get quite clingy." She offers and thanks with me a kiss when I give her a lit fag. "Sadly that's the biggest stereotypical cliché there is, and sadly it's not coming from nowhere. There are too many lesbians out who think they are in love after shagging, yes. They move in after the third time, and get engaged after a month. That's true I'm afraid."
"Holy cow, what do I do now?"
"My best bet? Ignore her. You didn't get her hopes up, have you? In your post-orgasmic bliss, didn't say something like that's the best you've ever had, or complained why you haven't done it before? Something that'd indicate you're interested in a repeat performance?"
"I said; that's better than I thought. But that cant be it...that's not very suggestive."
"It's sometimes enough. Just keep on ignoring her. If you never told her you'd be with her, just pretend it didn't happen. If you start apologising and hanging out because you feel bad she'll always think there's more than just that. Just stay out of her life."
"Doesn't that make me an arse?"
"Yeah. But otherwise you'll have a girlfriend three months from now that's stalked you into a relationship." Naomi smiles at Lina's horrified shriek. "So, you really need to make her stop think there's a chance for you. And nothing works better than ignorance and brutal honesty."
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We're sitting in Effy's car Naomi's borrowed, almost at our destination. "Thanks for doing this." My girlfriend shrugs and pulls up by the huge building. We get out of the car and make our way towards the ground doors. When I try to take her hand she's shaking it off with a head-shake, shocking me. "Not now babe."
"Right." Mumbling my reply I open the doors and we walk into the direction of the information room. Naomi is smiling brightly at the old lady sitting by the desk. "Naomi Stonem, I'm here to see Angelina Drewer?"
"Of course love." Looking over the rim of her huge glasses the lady looks up files and smiles in victory. "Yes. She's up in the third building, room 4.05."
"That means fourth storey?"
"Yes. Fourth storey, fifth room."
"Thanks very much." She waves at the lady, I smile, and we leave to find Lina's room.
It takes us a good twenty minutes until a pretty, dark haired girl, my age, sees us and decides to help. "You're looking lost."
"We are. We need to find building three?" She smiles at me. "Yeah, navigation is a bitch round here. I'm going there anyway, you could come with?" We thank her and follow her, telling her that we're from London and that we're visiting someone after she's asked a few things. "I've been here for a few weeks, cant get used to it. I'm from London as well."
"We heard." Smiled Naomi and winks at me, her hands twitching to hold mine. "Have you got an idea where the common area is?"
"Yes, it's at the third building as well. Going there myself so you'll see."
We reach the building after another ten minutes and loads of climbed stairs. God, I'm really out of shape, I think when I cant catch my breath. "You wouldn't be having an asthma attack if you ate my food rather than Mc's all the time." Teases my blonde devil and I grin back at her, rolling my eyes.
The common area is at the end of the fourth storey and we are surprised to find that only a handful of students has gathered round the footsie tables and counters with drinks and sweets. Our eyes land on Lina right away. She is the one sitting with a scowl next to another girl who's looking just as bored and unhappy to be there. Her eyes light up as soon as they see us though and then she's grinning. Naomi's off right away, leaving me to stand there like a monk with the girl that's brought us. I cant help the smirk when my girlfriend envelopes my best friend in a huge hug, patting her back, and kisses her fully on the lips at the end of the greeting. "God, I've missed you baby." Naomi whispers loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Me too. What are you doing here? I had no idea you were coming." Lina's standing in Naomi's arms, holding on to her hips and watching her through love-struck eyes. She's such an actress. But Naomi's not bad either, randomly kissing parts of Lina's face between lovely words. "Missed you. Katie took me, said I was a miserable git without you."
"I told you not to come here." Whispers Lina with a sad expression and Naomi shakes her head, urging the girl into another kiss she badly pretends she's trying to resist. "I couldn't stay away. I love you. You know that, Lina. Lets forget all about that, please? I want you, and I fucking need you."
"But I," Naomi interrupted her 'confession' with another kiss, muttering that it didn't matter. "Fuck it. I don't care. Now you're mine again, I wont hold it against you. But don't leave me, please?"
"Of course not." To make it as believable as possible Lina stands on her tippy-toes and crashes their lips together, holding Naomi close by the neck. "I love you so much."
"Love you too."
The girl that's still standing next to me suddenly turns round to look at me with an angry expression. "What the fuck? Who the fuck is she?" Ahhhh, so this is the stalker. "She didn't fucking mention a girlfriend when she was shagging me all night long. Said she's never fucked a girl before."
"You know how it is," I shrug, "you say loads of bollocks when you try to nail someone."
The shock is written on her face and I cant resist to say more. "They've been together forever. I think ever since Lina's been like...twelve or something? Naomi's simply the love of her life. You've met her at a time when things were a bit rocky but they never can stay apart, you see."
Naomi comes walking over with a beaming Lina holding her hand. My best mate hugs me with her free arm, whispering a thanks into my ear and I grin back. "Please tell me you're back together? That were the worst three weeks I had to ever live through. Naomi couldn't stop moping about."
"Awe, you were missing me." My best mate teases, nudging Naomi's hip with hers. They grin at each other and I would love to burst out in laughter at the stalker girl's face, but I cant. It would stop being believable. "Come on, then. Think there's still something we have to do." At Naomi's suggestive propose, full force with the smirk and the brow and the cheeky everything, Lina blushes and nods at me. "But Katie's here."
"So? Fuck her." Naomi chuckles. "I wanna fuck you. Katie's fine with it, aren't you babe?"
"Please..." I scoff. "Please fucking do. If Naomi doesn't get laid in the next five minutes I think I'd have to kill her. She's about to explode."
The stalker girl's fucked off, slamming the door and we pretend like we haven't noticed. Lina takes us to her room and we share a Tequila bottle before going out to the town-centre so the whole fucking town knows Lina is very taken.
That trip was fun as fuck, I think as I sit in the driver's seat and drive us home. Naomi's too dead to even think of driving so I do. It gives me time to think and watch her sleep. I'm so happy, so fucking happy to be the girl she chose, out of all the slags throwing themselves at her. When I've asked her why she even gave in on that day I've kissed her for the first time she's grinned at me. Told me that when I came into the shed something was pulling her towards me, that's why Lana was such a bitch. I came in and Naomi all but jumped up, grabbed every bottle she could and threw herself at me to make me a drink. She said she didn't think much of it, she was drunk as fuck after all, but now it all makes sense to her.
We have met a few times before that but she never truly saw me, always knowing I'm just a kid from the neighbourhood Effy sometimes hang out with. I was fifteen or something. I was just changing into a teenager, but for her I still weren't. But when I came into the shed, looking like a gangster from a nineties MTV video-clip with my cap and too big clothes, all undercover, she said there was something cute about me. And then, when I woke her in the morning for tutoring she wasn't as angry as she would have normally been. Her girlfriend had fucked off after a huge fight, she'd slept only three hours and yet when I walked in she had to smile. So when I kissed her, and didn't freak out, she had to kiss me back.
The months after were very intense. We were with each other every day, spending more time together than with anyone else and it made her sure of one thing. That she had to have me. But Naomi thought I wasn't ready, why the fuck ever, so she never indicated anything more than what we had. Stupid cow. I was soooo ready. Perhaps she wasn't.
Doesn't matter now.
Now I've a wonderful girlfriend, who's fabulous in the sack and amazing to be with, so much and so fucking sexy my heart will get a condition of it. And she is going away for a month with her ex.
