Chapter 8. Finally. Anyways, how's everybody? Had fun on your Christmas? Hope you all had a great time.
So into this latest chapter we would be having Emily's POV where she'd be visiting Naomi. Hmm can smut be happening now? Well you gotta scroll down to find out! This gon be my 2013 present for ya all!
I suddenly woke up in the middle of my afternoon sleep after having a migraine—the reason for this was Katie pacing back and forth.
'Katie what the fuck is going on with you'
Katie continued pacing back and forth and it literally annoyed me so I decided to stand up and stop her.
'Katie! What the hell is wrong with you'
She stopped, but didn't say anything. She was perspiring a lot she couldn't even meet my gaze and I was pretty sure that at that very moment something had gone wrong.
'Hey Kaye, talk to me' I pleaded her as I was rubbing her forearm. 'What's wrong?'
She finally looked me in the eyes and took a deep breath.
'I-I kissed Effy.'
'You what?' I wasn't surprised like I was scared or something but I was surprised that it was my sister who is straighter than a ruler who kissed a girl—kissed Effy.
'I kissed her Emsy, before we part ways after our lunch and I swear I don't know what has gotten to me.'
I tried my best to hide any signs of disgust. Well it wasn't disgusting, you know kissing a girl is one of the best things that have ever been invented, well that is for me but I don't know with Katie. So I asked her for some details to how it came to kissing Effy.
'How did it all happen?' I asked her as I walked her towards the small receiving area of our hotel room.
'I don't know, believe me. All I know was she walked me towards the taxi stand after we ate lunch and I was so happy of the time we've spent together that I leant forward and kissed her.'
'Oh' was the first thing I said before I finally asked her again. 'Did she freak out? Did she runaway? Did she kiss you back?' I know that was a lot of question to ask and for her to absorb but I wanted to know everything.
'She didn't run away or freak out', Katie answered me with all honesty, and 'she even kissed me back Katie couldn't hide her smile this time and I think it was Effy who deepened our kiss.'
'Then what are you afraid of Kay?'
'I'm not gay Emsy! We all know that, even my shoes knows how much I love sucking cocks and balls.'
'Eiw! Do I really have to know that?' We started laughing to what Katie just said and we fell into a comfortable silence before I finally said something to her.
'Listen Kaye. Just because you kissed a girl, Effy for this matter does not mean you're already gay. A kiss could mean a lot, and just like with what you've said you were so happy of the time you have spent with her and that kiss only showed Effy how much you mean it and the fact that she kissed you back meant she felt the same way. You don't have to be scared for kissing her.'
Katie leaned forward and gave me a hug, 'thanks Emsy, I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here.'
'Not a problem, that's what Fitches are for.'
I haven't heard anything from Naomi. She never answered my texts and when I tried calling her, her phone was switched off. Honestly, I am surprised with my action. I don't even know why I was checking up on her, I don't even know if I have the right to do that. But what can I do, I miss her. I think it's insane cause we've only known each other for quite some time.
It was lunch time when I decided that I'm going to give her a surprise visit.
'Kay, are you going out tonight?'
'Why?'
'Uh- I wanted to use the hotel car.'
'Where are you headed?'
'To Naomi's'
'To where?'
'I've decided to visit Naomi this afternoon on her flat. I want to check how things are going on with her.'
'Alright. I'll just use a taxi if I need to go somewhere.'
'Are you sure about that?'
'Yeah lezza'
I couldn't hide how happy I was because Katie would let me used the hotel car so I decided to shower her with some sloppy kisses.
'Stop it! Stop it Emily or I'll changed my mind!'
'Fine. But I know you won't.'
'Fuck off!'
'I love you too Katie.'
We were on Naomi's bedroom while she was studying. She looks so lovely dealing with her coursework. It was also funny that I don't have anything to do while I was there, I couldn't talk to her at all cause she's so devoted to her books.
I got really bored waiting for her to finish, so I decided to move to her small table where there are loads of magazine. My legs felt so tired and I decided to place it on top of the other chair, when the following scenarios had occurred.
'You're gonna flunk out Naomi'
'What?'
'I said you're gonna flunk out'
'And why?'
'Well you're gonna flunk out if you keep staring on my legs'
'Who told you I was staring?'
'There's no need to tell me you were staring.'
'Well sorry, but I wasn't, not even close'
'You're obvious Naoms'
'I was?'
'Yeah'
Thank god for creating short shorts that was definitely a good destruction for Naomi. Now I got her under my control.
'Well you are wicked Fitch.'
'How did I become wicked?'
'It was clear enough that I am studying here and you came to my flat wearing those short shorts and then you moved to a table right in front of me and place your legs on top of a chair.'
'Well honey, I didn't ask you to stare and it wasn't intentional either.'
Okay that was really my intention but how did she know was I that obvious?
'I can hear your brain up from here'
'Really?'
'Yeah'
'Then what was I thinking about?'
Naomi cleared her throat then continues. 'Well you were thinking about kissing me.'
I challenged her and ask 'how can you be so so sure that that's what I wanted to do, what if I'm planning of something more?'
Okay fair enough, I think I got Naomi off guard, she couldn't say anything instead she let out a sigh of defeat.
'Ems, please stop teasing me when I'm with my books!'
'What are you going to do if I keep on teasing you?' I know I wasn't just teasing her anymore, I want her right now and I don't know what just turned me on. So I have decided to climb her bed, kneel down in front of her and move her books on the floor. Naomi stared at me, her eyes starting to dilate.
'I don't know, and I don't even know if I could handle whatever you plan to do.'
'Hmm okay, maybe we can talk a little?'
'What do you wanna talk about red?'
'I don't know, how about you tell me what turns you on.'
'Are you dead serious?'
'I am' I nodded to her still kneeling uncomfortably in front of her.
'This wouldn't be fun.'
'It'll be, so just tell me.'
Naomi sat bolt upright. 'You're truly a journalist.'
'Not really, I'm more of a film maker.'
'Oh my god, are you going to film whatever we might be doing anytime soon?' Naomi's eyes narrowed.
'I'd probably tape our sex!'
'Fuck you'
'I'm teasing okay? But I really want to know what turns you on.'
'What turns you on Ems?' Her voice was resonant with suggestion.
'Uh-uh, I asked you first.'
'You're absolutely certain you're not a reporter for the tabloids?' Naomi inquired making herself more comfortable on her bed.'
'Get real, Campbell. If I were a reporter for the tabloid, I'd hardly stayed, it's not exactly a walk in the park, you know. I would have only stayed long enough to get the information I wanted, then I'd have blown this Popsicle stand, as they say. Besides weren't you the one working on a tabloid between us?'
'Right. Then you only want to know for your own satisfaction.'
'Not exactly.'
'What, then?'
'I want to know your satisfaction'
'Hmm I do like the sound of that. Okay, let's see. I guess I'd have to put, say.. red hair—long, wild, sexy red hair—freckles, brown eyes and curves at the top of my list as turn-ons. Is that what you wanted to know?'
'Don't patronize me Naoms'. It was too hard to hide my smile when Naomi had told me everything.
'Come on, Ems, give me a break! I'm telling you I could fall in a big way for a woman like you with a mouth that doesn't quit.
I pretended that Naomi had hurt my feelings. 'Ouch, really Is that what turns you on, Naomi.. oral sex?'
'Why, you planning to talk me to orgasm?' she asked baiting on me again.
'Is that what you'd like?' I suggested turning the tables.
'I'd like to see you do that.'
'You think I can't?
'I don't know Ems.'
Naomi rubbed her hands on her bare thighs. 'Sounds like what the two of us have here is good, old-fashioned stalemate, wouldn't you say?'
'Sounds like,' I answered Naomi agreeably. 'Unless, of course, you can talk me to orgasm, in which case you'd be the one to win, hands down. No pun intended.'
'A bad pun, nonetheless,' she couldn't help noting.
'Okay, you're on. Without any help from you, I might add, I'm going to find out what turns you on.'
I sounded like I was having a bet with my best mate Cook when it comes to knowing what the girls we plan on shagging would be turned on.
'Don't get in a snit about my not being more forthcoming, Ems. It'll be more interesting for both of us if you have to find out what turns me on, don't you think?'
I ignored Naomi for a minute as I plot on our game. 'When I ask you for a word, just pick one at random. Some word that appeals to you, for whatever reason. Do you understand?'
'No, but I'll humor you.'
'Good. Are you comfortable?'
'Yes.'
'Enjoy it, because it isn't going to last.'
'It's not?' Naomi frowned as she questioned me.
'No. When I'm done, you're going to want a cigarette, but before we begin you need to wear this silk scarf around your eyes. I'm having you blind folded.'
'I'm waiting..'
'Okay, give me a word.'
'What kind of word Ems?'
'An event word.'
'An event, huh? Naomi thought for a moment, then gave me her eight-by-ten-glossy smile. 'Birthday.'
I filled my mind with images, and then began fashioning the fantasy. 'It's a birthday party held on a garden.'
'Is it raining?'
'No.'
'Good.'
'The birthday is taking place on a sunny Saturday with wide expanse of lawn, fishes splashing in a lily pond, and a rose beds in full bloom. A large tent has been set up for the buffet.'
'What kind of food?'
'What kind of food?' I repeated Naomi's question.
'Yeah, remember I'm blindfolded and I can't see anything.'
'It's an early birthday party, so the caterers are preparing brunch: frittatas, brown-sugared bacon, scrambled eggs whipped with cream cheese, fresh berries in cream, butter-and-cinnamon-drenched French toast and some wine.'
'Yeah you're on a diet Ems.' Naomi smiled as she teases me.
'Shut up.'
'Sorry, go on and continue.'
'There are tables scattered on the lawn for the guests. Each table is festooned with ribbons with colors with and purple, and there are candles and fresh bouquets of dewy, garden roses. The birthday is formal, so the tables are draped with soft pastel linens and set with delicate china, crystal and gleaming silver. Can you see it Naomi?'
'Through a sort of silky haze,' Naomi said dreamily surprising.
'The musicians have taken out their instruments and are tuning up, running through the song for the birthday, something sweet, romantic as the celebrant requested.'
'What song are they playing?'
I couldn't believe how I easily gotten Naomi to participate, then it dawned me that she might be fooling around with me.
'There were a lot of song on the musicians play list, and one of them was the celebrant's favorite song.'
'And it's called?'
'Come on Get Higher by Matt Nathanson'
Naomi chuckled. 'Seriously Ems, that's too sexy for a morning birthday party.'
'Whatever.'
Naomi was obviously playing around; I need to let her take me seriously.
'The celebrant is inside of one of the tents, putting on her white silk organdy hat, while her girlfriend waits impatiently at the garden, for their dance. A white tulip in the lapel of her dress.'
Naomi once again, chuckled.
'Do you really have to chuckle all the time?'
'Sorry, but an Irish setter just ran by and flopped into a flower bed to lick the birthday cake icing from her nose.'
'Naomi!'
'Don't holler at me.'
I shook my head and smiled at Naomi and I absent mindedly picked up the thread of my shirt. 'Meanwhile.. the celebrant's girlfriend, went inside of the tent surprising the celebrant with a bouquet of blue roses and asked the celebrant if she's ready to meet her guests.'
'What were the celebrant and her girlfriend wearing?' Asked the eager Naomi.
'They were wearing something similar simple, sophisticated.. A lace jacket that buttons up over a cloud full of silk-organdy skirt.'
'I hope the celebrant doesn't have her beautiful red hair tucked up beneath the matching hat.'
'Naoms, I didn't say anything about her being red haired.'
'Trust me. The celebrant has red hair, brown eyes and doesn't know her string of pearls is about to break.'
'Fine, then her girlfriend got a blonde hair.'
Naomi once again gave me her eight-by-ten-glossy smile.
'So she got pearls, eh?'
'Yeah, keep up Ems. We're about to get out of the tent, guests are arriving.'
'Okay.'
'By the way Ems, the white canvas tent set up for the birthday was still empty. The caterers haven't displayed the buffet.'
'You can bet the girlfriend has the opportunity. But what about the celebrant, does she have the same thought as her girlfriend's? Or is she a bashful celebrant? I teased the now attentive Naomi.
'No.'
'Good.'
'Why do you say that?'
'Because I have an idea where she's leading her girlfriend.'
Naomi raised her eyebrow. 'And where might that be?'
'Astray, one hopes. She is planning to lead her girlfriend astray, isn't she?'
'Yes.' Naomi nodded in agreement.
'Finally. In that case, I have only one complaint, maybe two.'
'What's that?'
'One. What took the girlfriend so long to realize where the celebrant was leading her? And two, has anyone ever died of kneeling for a long time?' Naomi started laughing on my second complain.
'Well, I'm not stopping you to move next to me if you want to Ems.'
Naomi couldn't help the thrill of satisfaction she felt at the sight of my uncomfortable state. Heady with my success, I began turning up the heat.
'The celebrant and her girlfriend are still inside the tent, alone, and with the tent flaps closed.'
'Scandalous. Go on..'
'I think it's time for you to give me another new word before I continue.'
'What sort of a word.'
I thought for a moment. 'Something sensual.'
'Something sensual' Naomi mused, drumming her fingers on her bed. 'I've got it. Garter.'
I couldn't help but to laugh with her idea. Really a garter though.
'Don't you think you're being eager Naoms?'
'Hell, no! If you ask me, I think I've been bloody patient.'
'But what about the guests? They might be curious of the closed tent and open it.'
'That's the thrill, isn't it? If I recall correctly, we did establish that this celebrant isn't bashful.'
'You do like your woman to be a bit of a tart, don't you?'
'Whats not to like?' Naomi challenged me once more.
'Oh no!'
'What? What?' Naomi demanded.
'The girlfriend has tucked her forefinger beneath the celebrant's strand of antique pearls and is pulling her close for a kiss, but the string has broken, scattering the pearls in the grass.'
'The girlfriend broke the celebrant's necklace on purpose', Naomi informed me.
'She did?'
'Yeah.'
'What a cad!'
'Not really, she got a good reason.'
'You mean she bought a new necklace for the celebrant to wear?'
'Mercenary little thing, aren't we? As a matter of fact, she has. But right now she has something else on her mind.'
It made me giggle that Naomi is unaware that she is helping me find her turn ons—or maybe she was turning me on instead.
'The garter, right?'
'That and bartering the pearls she finds in the grass in their feet.'
'Bartering? For what?'
'Favors from the celebrant.'
Let me guess, Naoms. Sexual favors?'
'You catch on fast Emily.'
'What if the celebrant doesn't agree to the girlfriend's blackmail?'
'She will.'
'But how do you know this?'
'Easy. The celebrant got a bit mercenary streak—she'd make a great agent—and the girlfriend has just happened to let her glimpse the velvet, jewelry box in her pocket.'
'Okay, then the girlfriend pulls out a chair and asked the celebrant to sit on her lap.'
'You gotta sit on my lap Ems, so we can make it surreal.'
I immediately moved and sat on Naomi's lap and I could tell she's a bit nervous. 'Are you getting the picture now?'
'Yes.'
The next thing I knew is that I was straddling Naomi's lap, shins resting on the bed, on either side of her. 'Mmm.. those biker shorts are tight.' I observed as I rubbed myself against Naomi's lap.
Naomi's response was a strangled groan.
'Then the girlfriend settles her hand on the celebrant's waist.' I instructed Naomi, and she immediately moved her hands.
'On the celebrant's waist, not on the breasts yet.'
'The blindfold. I misjudged…' Naomi lied.
'The celebrant then unbuttons her lace jacket, because it's warm.'
'And the girlfriend helps her, laying the lace jacket across the bedside.'
I stretched my arms high. 'Now what?' I asked Naomi as I felt her move my shirt.
'The celebrant is waiting for the girlfriend to slip her camisole over her head.'
Moving her hand very carefully, Naomi tucked her fingers beneath the bottom edge of my shirt and tugged it over my head.
I decided to tease Naomi once again. 'In case you're wondering, the girlfriend's hands go back to the celebrant's waist'. I heard her let out a sigh of defeat.
'I was afraid of that,' Naomi grumbled, reluctantly following my directions.
'What about the girlfriend's mouth?' Naomi asked hopefully.
'The girlfriend isn't ready to be kissed, not just yet.'
'How about things other than kissing?'
Now, it was my turn to challenge her, 'Such as?'
Naomi leaned forward, her warm breath brushing on the shell of my ear. 'Such as licking and sucking, if the celebrant says please,' she rasped.
My pulse quickened, I immediately did what she was bidding. 'Yes please.'
Naomi traced the full sexy pout of my lips with her furled tongue.. suggestively, slowly, exquisitely.
When she didn't kiss me, I felt bereft, despite my instruction not to. She lowered her mouth to my neck and began sucking gently, giving me a hickey. A naughty thrill stole through me.
She paused to whisper decadent suggestions of what she would do to me if only time permitted.
Escalating the pitch and fever of the moment, Naomi moved her mouth from my neck towards my breasts, sucking hard and urgently on one pearled nipple. My response was immediate and overwhelming. I moaned loudly and caught my breath.
Naomi favored the other nipple with the same treatment, until the slight, aching warmth in my loins became a throbbing need.
'Please.' Naomi said, her lips on my ear again, nibbling, coaxing. 'Please, baby, please.'
'Is this the favor number two?'
'Yes.' Now Naomi's breathing was shallow, her teeth raking on my earlobe.
'Then in that case, you may kiss the celebrant.'
'Can I take off the blindfold?'
'No.'
Her lips descended to devour me in a slow, consuming caress that was a pantomime of lovemaking. Naomi began tearing off her clothes and I eagerly helped her out and I finally let her remove the blindfold. Our passion was unstoppable force, an avalanche, a river flooding its banks, a volcano erupting. Nothing in the world could stop our desperate need. We had to have, must have each other. Nothing could ever stop us. And that was how our first physical encounter went through, something way different from our verbal encounter when we first met.
Whew! Longest chapter everrrr. Tell me what you think on the box below. And also, I chose the song "Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson" cause its such a good sex song. Try listening. ;)
-F.
