OK, next chapter in DG. It's kinda weird swapping the angst fest known as 'Letter to Emily' for this story. I never intended the one below to be too grim. Sometimes we just need some lovely Naomily fluff to counteract the horrible world we live in, huh? Anyway, I'm not saying it will all be sexy showers and sugary lady love, but it will be a lot easier on the heart than my other story (shameless plug!)
On with it...
Naomi
Shitting myself? Yep. Emily left my house to go home last night after systematically and comprehensively changing my entire world over 24 short hours. I can't put it any starker than that. It's like I'm permanently fucking dazed and confused. Not just the sex (although I found it oddly easy to continue my erotic education with her all fucking day yesterday). The sex was... well, amazing...just mind blowing. We went at it over and over, her on me, me gradually learning what pleased her, what got her off hardest. But we just... connected, that's the simplest way of putting it. I think we stopped to eat something (stop it) finally at about 4 in the afternoon. I was so hungry I cooked. Yeah, you heard that right. Emily had to find the pots and pans for me, my mothers kitchen being an undiscovered land for yours truly up until this weekend. But cook I did. Eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans and three thick slices of home made bread. Oh, and I had a fried egg sandwich too, while Emily put that athletes breakfast away. I soon found out that Emily's appetites are all pretty huge. The grin I got from her across the scrubbed wood table when I teased her about it made me go gooey inside all over again. I damned near swept the food from the table and had her again right there. Almost. But the adorable pout she adopted when she saw what must have been obvious in my eyes, stopped me. Food first, sex next, it said.
She looked so innocently happy, sitting there in a pair of my old cotton sleeping shorts and a borrowed tee, chomping her way through a second course, all I could do was face palm and grin back at her like a lovesick fool.
And that's the trouble.
Love that is.
I realised with a sickening thud that it wasn't just the fact that Emily had woken me up sexually and seduced me so thoroughly that had changed me forever. No...it was just that she was there, in my kitchen, in my borrowed clothes, eating my (alright Mum's) food and looking like she belonged there. Really belonged.
I am in love with Emily Fitch.
Hearing it said out loud like that scares me shitless. I'm in love with Emily Fitch.
I'm not even just jealous because Effy Stonem got there first, not just happy to see her face at school, even if I tried so hard not to show it. Not just sad when we don't get on. I think I love her. Simple.
Which of course changes everything.
It means she has power over me no one else ever had. Which means I need her.
I've never needed anyone.
Which obviously scares me to death.
Getting ready for college this morning proved to me just how much things have changed. I dressed myself three times. The first like I always did, with little care or interest in anything other than making sure what I put on was clean and ironed. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror. Yellow hoop neck jumper over a red check shirt. Jean shorts and multi coloured tights. Nothing matched, but so what?
Nope, I thought, Emily would like me in something sexier, less...practical. It wasn't until I stripped off the clothes and stood in front of my wardrobe naked that I stopped to consider what I'd just said to myself.
"Emily would..."
Jesus. I'm in big trouble, I whispered to the uncaring wardrobe.
But I tried again nevertheless.
The second outfit was still casual. Still very Naomi Campbell. A tighter top maybe, blue to match my eyes. Black skinnies instead of shorts. No tights. Flats.
Nope. Still not enough.
I realised with a jolt that at some stage today, it wasn't going to be just Emily I was trying to impress. Effy fucking Stonem, with her always underwear free attire and casual elegance was sure to be around somewhere. Again a sickening thud as I worried that maybe Emily wasn't quite finished with Miss Stonem or vice versa, despite this weekend of shagging. I mean, the girl who could literally have anyone (and unlike Katie Fitch, chose not to) would be sure to observe as acutely as always the changed dynamics of me and Emily's fledgling relationship. Maybe that would piss her off...or worse, spur her to reclaim her prize.
Katie I could deal with, unpleasant as it was likely to be. Our mutual animosity was intact, so I could suffer her bitchiness and dislike as always. But Effy Stonem had ways...ways of getting her way. I shivered at the very idea of Emily disappearing with her at lunchtime instead of me. Suddenly unfamiliar jealousy flared hot inside me.
So I made even more of an effort.
Off came the skinnies and the plain tee, tight as they were. Last night Emily had whispered after round 6 or was it 7, that she adored me in that black dress. That tight little garment from the party was still crumpled on the floor, victim to the weekends unending passion, but I had a short black leather skirt I should have thrown out last year. It really was way too short, but it showed off my legs, so I dropped it on the bed, alongside some black patterned tights. I found a plain but pretty white button up shirt which I'd bought last year on holiday in Cyprus and never wore. Again, a bit tight, my tits having grown a full cup size since then, but I had a new lilac bra which would show through enough to tease. I thought briefly about not wearing one at all, but visions of Cook and Freddies drooling over my nipples put paid to that. I was trying to attract Emily, not the Lothario's of Roundview. No...my tits need a bra, unlike... shit, that made me shiver all over again. Emily's tits, which definitely don't require under wired assistance, I thought feverishly before shaking my head and putting my bra on before buttoning the shirt. Maybe I might have left a couple more of those buttons undone than usual, so shoot me? The just visible swell of my tits was enough to tease without being too Katie Fitch brazen. Jesus, that girl uses her mammaries as weapons of mass destruction. I like to think I can be a bit more subtle?
I zipped up the skirt after I'd slipped on the almost sheer tights. I have good legs, even if I say so myself and that skirt was definitely on the short side. I fiddled with the thing briefly, trying to push it down another inch, but in the end I gave up. Fuck 'em. I'll just have to be careful bending down. Cook, the fucker had already got a glimpse of my underwear when I fell over outside that classroom last term. I didn't want to give him a repeat flash.
Looking at the mirror, I felt part embarrassed, part smug at what I saw. I certainly looked different. I'd put my hair up in a messy bun for a change, just a few locks of blonde hair trailing down my neck. A mock jade and silver heavy duty necklace sealed the deal. Now or never then, I thought grimly, picking up my ridiculously oversized bag and making for the door before I chickened out.
I got the bus to college. Riding my bike was ecologically sounder but the shortness of the skirt made that impossible. My knickers (matching the bra if you're asking) were for one set of eyes only. I had no wish to provide wanking material for the guys digging the road up Park Street hill. Eww, did I actually just say that?
Walking across the college green I noticed with satisfaction more than one appraising glance from other students making their way to the buildings as I passed. Male of course, so held no real interest for me, but I consoled myself with the fact that I was already proving a distraction for at least some horny adolescents. Now for the real deal...
XXX
Emily
This is familiar, I thought, watching the morning throng of students chattering and laughing up the stairs into college. Me standing at the bottom, waiting for Naomi to appear. Familiar in one way, but definitely not another. All those weeks I pined over her, trying to be her friend, she ignoring me for the most part, being rude for the rest.
Well, that wasn't likely to happen this morning, at least I hope not. My lips (and other places) still had a residual tingle from all that recent horizontal exercise. I smiled all the way through Katies third degree when I got home (eventually), which of course infuriated her even more. She was way off base anyway, thinking I had been shagging up a storm with Effy all weekend. It just made my smile wider to know she was so wrong.
I did get a small twinge of guilt when I saw Effy had phoned me several times, but it quickly disappeared when I remembered why I had been mad at her. Shagging that guy...Mike wasn't it?... at the party. Leaving me as a spare in case he disappointed?
No, I felt OK about that now. I didn't tell Effy that I went home with Naomi. But then I didn't tell her anything else either. She just accepted my excuse about not feeling too good and said she'd see me at college today. Which of course gives me a small (maybe not so small) problem.
A Naomi sized problem.
Hoping to see Effy first, I waited anxiously at the bottom of the stairs. Silly me, she's late of course. Which means there's a better than even chance they'll both turn up at once. I scolded myself for not just telling Effy the truth straight out. It's not like she's gonna get all possessive, is it? After our first night in bed, she more or less told me to go get my girl.
And now I have her (well had her) I smirked inwardly. She certainly had me. About 6 times I think, although it sort of blurred into one long passion pit after the first time. Jesus, I enjoyed that. Any doubts I had about Naomi being straight went out of the window with the first joyous shout she gave out as I got her off. She's as gay as me. Fact.
Just then I saw a familiar blonde head weaving its way through a gaggle of Health and Beauty students Naomi and I have a mutual dislike of. I could just make out vacuous, high pitched voices discussing the events of last nights Celebrity Big Brother show. Fuck, celebrities? Most of them were refugees from other reality shows. Since when did being famous for being famous become a job? Even Katie preferred actual celebrities. Her magazines might be glossy and full of people with blinding teeth and silicone tits, but most of them had actually done something to get on the front cover.
I suppressed a groan of disapproval but then my face started to smile all on it's own. Naomi was here, and I hoped against hope that I wouldn't see regret on her face. I'd been there before and I had no wish to visit it again.
She spotted me and her face broke into a smile too. A genuine one. One that made mine even wider. It was going to be OK. Alright, I didn't expect her to greet me with a sloppy kiss and hold hands all the way into class, but at least she was pleased to see me. It was a start.
As she snaked through the chattering nobodies, I saw what she was wearing and gulped. Fuck, her hair is up in that sexy casual bun, small wisps of blonde hair caressing her smooth neck...the way I had caressed that smoo... stop it Emily, I told myself. This is no time to get horny. We had two hours of Hamlet and another hour of non class with Kieran to go before I can do any caressing. Then I saw the shirt. White, with a subtle frill down the buttons. Open at least three of those buttons. God, I can see her...tits...I groaned inwardly and instinctively squeezed my thighs together. If she dresses like this every day, I'll need to bring spare underwear to college...
Then I saw the skirt as she wove her way round the last gaggle of girls. Leather...short...very short. Those legs. Legs I had laid between yesterday for what seemed hours. Legs that had gripped me tight as she clenched and thrashed in ecstasy as my tongue...
Oh Jesus, I thought, feeling my face heat up as the unbidden porno loop in my head played over and over. I had to dig my nails into my palms to stop myself moving towards her. She might be mine now, but I knew all about Naomi and PDA's. Nothing was better guaranteed to make her run more than a public lesbian display. So I waited for her to get closer. My knickers would have to wait.
She was within 10 feet of me when her face changed. I wrinkled my brow in confusion. Where was that dazzling smile?
A second later, the puzzle was solved. A pair of slim arms circled me from behind and a very familiar voice whispered in my ear.
"You look good enough to eat, Emily Fitch. Mmmmm, I've missed you babe"
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Naomi had stopped in her tracks with an unreadable expression on her face. Something between shock and resignation. Effy squeezed me again and then spun me round, planting a soft, wet kiss on my surprised open mouth. No embarrassment for Miss Stonem. PDA's were her stock in trade and it was a couple of seconds before I managed to pull back from her and turn back again. She didn't resist, just released me with a final peck on the lips and a wink. Then she was gone.
But Naomi was gone too. Just a reproachful space where she had been standing.
Jesus fucking Christ, I hissed to the indifferent sky, standing there with my lips still singing with that good morning kiss. Do I ever get a fucking break?...
Short one I know, but I have a whole weekend to update. So see you soon?
