A/N: next chapter folks. Thank you all for your comments either via PMs or reviews. I'm not sure I have the right but maybe don't read this in pubic? I think it's a smut fest but i might be wrong. Let me know what you think.

Lesson 8 - avoid a woman scorned

Day 8 Naomi

My thumb hovers over the send button just like it has at least a hundred times. I look at the screen.

Sorry.

It's only one little word, but it really is proving to be the hardest thing to say.

Like all my previous attempts, I pull my thumb back and fling my phone away in frustration.

"You fucking pathetic coward." I mutter quietly in admonishment.

It's been two days, or more precisely 25 hours, 10 minutes and four seconds since I walked out on Emily and I haven't seen or heard from her since. I don't blame her, if someone had been such a total cunt to me I wouldn't be rushing to get in touch either.

Luckily I'd been on a trip yesterday so I could avoid the complex entirely. The need to supervise enforced fun on a boat usually filled me with dread but I was grateful yesterday because it meant I didn't have much time to think about what happened the previous night.

When I got home I ignored all of Cook's attempts to prise out of me what was up and came straight to my room. In the end he stormed off to 'spend some time with people who weren't miserable fuckers'. I thought that might mean Effy, but in reality I was scared in case he ran into Emily. Cook would be horrified by my behaviour, although we both sleep around we always take pride in the fact that we treat girls with respect even if it is for one night.

The way I treated the redhead is about as far away from respect as you can get and I really fucking hate myself at the moment.

I pace up and down a few times, it'll be a lot better if Cook hears directly from me what happened. I take a deep breath before I leave my room and head down the hall way to his.

I don't bother knocking, I want to get this over with quickly before I lose my nerve. As I walk in my heart nearly stops when I see a shock of red hair bouncing up and down, it's attached to a girl on all fours, Cook is fucking her from behind.

"Emily?" I ask incredulously as my stomach starts to churn.

Cook doesn't even turn around, "Don't panic Naoms, wrong twin babe."

"Stop staring at my tits with your dirty lezza eyes and fuck off." Katie responds, not even breaking her rhythm.

"Come on Katiekins, they're great tits and Naomi might want to get in on the action too." Cook replies.

Katie snorts, "I'm not having that disgusting dyke anywhere near me. Are you going to make me come anytime soon or do I have to do everything myself?"

Cook looks at me, "You heard the woman, fuck off Naoms."

Finally I regain control of my legs and hastily back out of the room, "Shit, sorry for barging in."

I walk into the kitchen in a daze, how could I be so thick? Of course it was entirely possible, probable even, Cook would have a girl in there, why the hell didn't I knock? Although to be fair they probably wouldn't notice if I had. Shit, that probably means he already knows about me and Emily. Is that why he told me not to panic?

I put the kettle on and begin to calm down from my shock. My trauma isn't as a result of seeing Cook shag a girl, let's face it that's nothing new to me. It comes from the fact I felt a pain in my chest when I thought it was Emily. The strong emotion that floods through me because it's Katie in that room is almost alien to me, but I think it's relief. Why would I feel relieved?

I don't have time to consider things further because there is a loud, insistent banging at the front door. The person on the other side is angry and I wonder fleetingly if it's Emily.

"Open this fucking door Naomi." Effy shouts as she keeps knocking.

I gulp, I guess that answers my question. To be honest I was expecting a visit. I open the door and don't even have time to greet her before I find myself on the floor.

"You fucking punched me." I state as I hold my nose.

Effy sneers, "Do you blame me?"

I shake my head.

"How could you Naomi? How could you do that to her of all people?" The brunette spits.

"Not here." I hiss.

Effy snorts, "I don't care if the whole neighbourhood hears us after the way you've treated Emily."

My eyes dart to Cook's room, "Fair enough but Emily might care that her twin sister is currently being fucked by Cook."

Effy laughs sarcastically, "Oh your concern for Em is admirable Naomi."

She helps me up and frogmarches us into my bedroom.

"How is she?" I ask quietly.

"How do you fucking think she is, you selfish cunt?" Effy spits back.

I shrug and look sheepish, "Not great."

"That's right Naomi, Emily's 'not great' at the moment." the brunette illustrates her point with finger quotes and a voice dripping with sarcasm.

I don't know what to say.

Effy shakes her head at my silence, "She's fucking upset because she finally admitted she's gay and screwed a girl but that girl ran from the room as fast as she could and hasn't been in touch since."

"I wanted to apologise but didn't know how." Oh come on Naomi, that sounds totally pathetic.

I think she's going to hit me again, "Er, how about sorry? That's usually a good place to start. You know what? I can't believe I pushed you two together. I should have known when you asked me for a fuck that it was a bad idea and you'd end up hurting her."

I look at the floor, "I didn't mean to hurt her."

Effy paces, "She's not like you and me Naomi, not a player who randomly fucks a succession of strangers just because we can and it's fun. She always feels things too much and you should have known how much it would upset her when you walked out like that."

"I know. I'm not proud of the way I behaved." I reply quietly.

"NOT PROUD? If I were you I'd be feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the planet because that's exactly what I think of you for treating someone as special as her like she's worth nothing." she responds.

"I'm sorry, she's not worth nothing, I didn't mean to make her feel like that. Did she send you round?" I question.

Effy shakes her head, "I've left her sleeping off a hangover. I wanted to find you yesterday but for some reason Emily stopped me, she's nice like that."

I feel a glimmer of hope and I can tell Effy notices because she sneers at me, "You can fuck right off if you think you're weaselling your way out of this. Emily might be willing to give you a second chance but you'll get one over my dead body."

Finally I look at her, she's almost shaking with anger. "Why are you so protective of Emily? Are you in love with her?"

Shit wrong thing to say Naomi.

She stares at me and slowly walks across the room, when her face is inches from mine she speaks quietly, "Don't you dare try to turn this onto me. I love Emily with every fibre of my being and I will do anything to keep her safe from harm until I draw my last breath. So here's what you're going to do, you're going to apologise in person and tell her she's done nothing wrong, that you're the cunt in all this. Then you're going to stay the fuck away from her because if I catch you anywhere near her for the rest of our holiday a bloody nose will be the least of your worries. Do I make myself clear?"

"Very." is all I'm able to squeak out.

She walks to the door, "At least I know I don't deserve her, don't kid yourself you're any different. Let her down gently Naomi, or I'll be back."

I nod.

She gives me a final withering look, "I'll see myself out."

I wait until I hear the door slam shut before I let go of the breath I'm holding, Jesus fucking H Christ, how scary was that? I'm not easily intimidated but there's no doubt in my mind that Effy meant every word.

I don't know what scares me more the threat from Effy or the fact I have to face Emily. Who am I kidding? The brunette frightens me far more than the redhead.

I return to the kitchen and plan how I'm going to do this. It sounds easy, find Emily, apologise then leave her alone. I pause, if that's what she wants of course.

The reality isn't that simple though is it? She might not speak to me or she might still tell me to fuck off after I've said sorry. What if I do exactly what I'm supposed to but Emily tells Effy I was a bitch again, I still end up with the crap beaten out of me.

This is why I don't usually get emotionally involved, all far too messy and complicated.

My eyes widen, hang on what did I just think? I used the word usually, as in I don't usually get emotionally involved. The significance hits me as hard as being punched in the face by Effy.

Does that mean this time I am emotionally involved? Oh Christ no.

I think about how I felt when I first walked into Cook's room earlier and my relief when I realised it was Katie not Emily. How she consumed me completely the other night and how I not only let her, but how much I wanted, no needed, it to happen. How fucking scared I was when I realised how out of control I was and how shit I've been feeling ever since I left Emily in her bed.

The list goes on.

Effy told me to let Emily down gently, but I'm not sure I can, not because I'm not capable of doing it but because I'm not sure I want to let her down at all.

My head falls into my hands and I groan, how could I be so stupid? How could I let this happen to me when I swore never again? It's crept up on me but I realise everything points towards the same terrifying conclusion.

I fucking like Emily.

I begin to get over my second shock of the day with the help of some very sweet tea when there is more loud banging at the door. I jump and immediately think it's Effy back.

I throw open the door, ready to protest I need more time but it's not Effy.

Her brown eyes are blazing and if looks could kill, I'd be a lifeless heap by now.

She barges past me. "I want a fucking word with you."

She stands in the hall and waits for me to close the door before she starts shouting.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she asks.

"Emily, let's go into my room to discuss this." I hiss.

She shakes her head, "Go fuck yourself, here will be fine."

For the second time that day I find myself explaining, "Katie's with Cook, I didn't think you'd want her to overhear."

Like Effy she greets my words with scorn, "How very thoughtful of you Naomi."

I follow her down the hall and try to think how I can explain. I don't get very far as I'm distracted by her arse, mmmm, I imagine my hands on it, squeezing it and... Jesus Christ Naomi, stop thinking with your fucking fanny for once and focus. Once we get inside I close the door. I turn back to find her tapping her foot.

"Well? I'm waiting and don't test my patience. Yesterday, I was upset but today I've got a massive hangover and I'm fucking furious." she says defiantly.

I utter a few ers and ums in an attempt to buy myself some time.

"Was I so crap that you couldn't bear to stay a minute longer?" she asks angrily.

I shake my head, "You weren't crap at all, far from it."

Her eyes narrow, "So what made you scuttle away?"

I shrug, "I don't know, I'm sorry."

"For the skulking away or for not knowing why?" she demands.

The angel and the devil are back.

"Why don't you put her out of her misery and tell her you got scared?" my good conscience says.

The devil snorts, "Don't tell her that, how much more vulnerable do you want to feel?"

The angel is more insistent, "Don't you think the poor girl deserves a proper explanation?"

Emily's voice cuts through my inner dialogue, "You know what Naomi, screw you. I thought we were friends but you don't treat friends like that, at least I don't. You don't even have the decency to offer me an explanation, which just shows how little you think of me."

"That's not true, I panicked but I don't know why. I am genuinely sorry for running away." I reply.

The angel tuts, "More lies Naomi? Really?"

Emily folds her arms, "I don't give a fuck, you behaved like a total cunt towards me. You made me think I'd done something wrong or that I was shit in bed. How did you expect me to feel? blah, blah, blah."

I zone out as Emily continues to rant at me, it's not like I don't want to listen but I need time to think.

"Look tell her you like her and she'll stop being mad at you and ranting." the angel urges.

"There is another way you could stop her shouting, it'll be a lot more fun and it'll show her you like her without you needing to explicitly say anything." the devil suggests mischievously.

"Are you even fucking listening to me?" the redhead's voice breaks through my thoughts.

I focus on Emily, she really is stunningly beautiful, even though she's angry her eyes are still the most amazing shade of brown I have ever seen. I make a snap decision. I cross the room and push her against the wall before crashing our lips together. Initially she resists but eventually she kisses me back. Thank you ms devil, you evil genius. Our tongues fight for supremacy, Emily wins easily but I don't care as long as she keeps kissing me. She runs her hands through my hair and surprises me when she jerks my head backwards before sucking hard on my exposed neck. The aggressiveness of the gesture momentarily shocks me but Jesus I love it.

"You're even more beautiful when you're angry." I utter breathlessly as I try to move us over to the bed.

Emily pulls away, "Oh no, I don't fucking think so. A cheesy line and that's it, I'm won over?"

I stare, "I thought..."

"You thought wrong." But the lust in her eyes betrays her.

"Oh..." I'm torn, do I push it or let it drop?

I'm even more confused when, after some frantic activity, a minute later I find myself naked on the bed, Emily pins my arms above my head while she straddles me. She grabs my wrists and forces my hands around the slats of the headboard.

"They don't move until I say it's ok." she commands.

"Oh..." I begin.

I'm stopped by her finger on my lips, "Shhhh."

Oh Christ, she's gone all dominatrix, just when I thought it was impossible for her to get any sexier, she goes and pulls this on me. I open my mouth to speak again but now her hand clamps over it.

"If I hear a single sound come from you, I'm getting off and walking straight out the door, ok?" she states.

My eyes widen and I nod my assent. I moan quietly when Emily slowly unbuttons her shirt and grinds against me.

Her eyebrow raises "I mean it Naomi, not a peep."

Fucking hell, she's being serious about me not making any noise at all, how am I going to manage that? As she opens her shirt to reveal a black silky bra I make up my mind that it doesn't matter how I do it, the only thing that matters is that I do it.

She rises off me and stands at the foot of the bed. I strain my neck to see as she shrugs the shirt off her shoulders and lets it slide to the floor. When she's sure she has my full attention she slowly unzips her skirt before also letting that drop. Emily stands there as my eyes rake up and down her body now she's left only in her underwear. Matching underwear. Matching black silky underwear. Inwardly I groan.

She's trying to kill me, her revenge is to slowly torture me with the sight of her body but not let me touch anything. It's working.

"Open your legs." she commands.

I immediately oblige and she climbs back onto the bed, she kneels between my thighs but doesn't touch me.

She slowly climbs up the bed making sure our bodies are close but there is no contact. I can almost feel the static electricity passing between us. She leans on one hand before she reaches up and runs her fingertips down the full length of my arm. She repeats her actions on my other arm. Her hand moves to my face and she gently strokes all around my features carefully avoiding my lips. I nearly gasp when her fingers brush a sensitive spot behind my ear but I stop myself.

Emily notices and repeatedly runs her fingers over it until my eyes bulge.

She licks her lips "Finding this hard already?"

I won't give her the satisfaction of a response but my stubbornness only makes her smile.

She moves her attention to my neck, now with both hands so her bra and therefore her tits are rubbing against me, I close my eyes.

She continues her leisurely journey down my torso, carefully avoiding my tits. My stomach muscles ripple beneath her fingertips as they trace languid circular patterns across my body.

Her hands come to rest on my hips and inside my head I am moaning softly, but still I make sure nothing is audible.

My nostrils flare as her thumbs begin to stroke across the sensitive skin, Jesus, she's so close to where I need her to touch me, but she simply laughs and her hands continue their journey south. She reaches under my knees and pulls my legs up, she can't resist a glance at my cunt and now it's Emily's nostrils that flare.

I feel sure she'll give in and fuck me soon so I'm surprised as she takes her time gently exploring my legs, running her hands across my calves and ankles, scraping her fingernails down the back of my thighs and across the base of my buttocks.

She watches me the whole time and when our eyes lock I know she's aware of how much this is killing me.

Once she finishes she pushes my legs down and apart before she leans forward. Her fingernails rake slowly up my sides until she reaches my tits. She pauses to gauge my reaction as she scrapes her nails under the swell before she takes them in her palms and massages each one.

She shifts position and her thumbs flick rapidly across my ever hardening nipples. I want to cry out, but I don't because all the time she watches and listens for the tiniest sound to escape. I stifle a moan and a whimper in quick succession.

She leans down and pulls on my lower lip, "Good girl, but there's one more condition you might find it harder to obey."

My eyes flutter closed at the way she says obey.

Emily runs her tongue along my collarbone and up my neck, "Do you want me to tell you what it is?"

I nod.

"You don't get to come until I let you." she husks in my ear.

My eyes bulge, holy mother of God, seriously kill me now, already I can't take much more of this.

She leans back, "Is that acceptable?"

No it fucking isn't but what choice do I have? None, so I nod.

Her hands move again and her fingers dance across my pubic bone before she opens me. My hips jerk when she finally runs a finger across my clit which is already throbbing in anticipation. How the hell I stop the gasp escaping I'll never know. She teases my clit, tickling it gently before her fingers slide through my wetness and come to rest tantalisingly at my entrance.

In my head I am screaming at her, but outwardly I'm impassive.

I struggle even more not to make a noise when she forcefully pushes two fingers inside me.

Emily licks her lips, "Hmmmmm, nice and wet."

I screw my eyes shut as she thrusts into me painfully slowly. They fly open at her next words.

"You know I can keep this pace up for a long time don't you? That I'm nowhere near letting you come?" she questions.

I chew my lip and nod, she knows her speed and pressure, while undoubtedly pleasurable, won't be enough to give me an orgasm. She's a quick learner, I'll give her that.

"Shall we see if I can do this for ten minutes without you making a noise?" Emily asks.

TEN MINUTES? I see from her determined expression that's exactly what she plans to do. Agonisingly torture me by slowly fucking me. I gasp quietly.

Her fingers stop "Was that a noise?"

I quickly shake my head.

The next ten minutes of my life feel like years, every now and then Emily speeds up her fingers and I hope she might be relenting but as soon as she feels me get more aroused or my hips start to thrust she slows right back down. And I have to endure all this in complete silence while Emily is free to make as much noise as she wants. Her occasional moans do nothing to lessen my suffering.

She watches me squirm and after what feels like a lifetime she withdraws her fingers and licks them clean.

NOOO! This is rapidly getting beyond a fucking joke, I mean seriously how can she keep expecting me to control myself? She leans over me on all fours and smiles wickedly.

"I don't think you're quite ready yet." she states with a grin.

I fucking am, please Emily, I really am, I plead with my eyes.

She shifts position and a look of surprise crosses her face as her hand rolls across something. She pulls out my vibrator. What? So I might have found it a bit hard to sleep last night. Her eyebrow quirks, she slowly rolls down her knickers and removes her bra before tossing them to one side.

Shit, shit, shit she's naked. Emily is naked, totally naked, here, with me, did I mention the naked bit?

She reaches for my hand and places the toy into it, she's got to be kidding?

"Fuck me with it." she growls, daring me to make a wrong move.

Oh sweet Jesus, there's no way I can do that and not come, I shake my head.

Emily laughs cruelly, "Either you fuck me or I make you watch, your choice."

I don't know which one is worse but at least if I do it I'll have some degree of control, no matter how small. If I could I'd laugh at this point I would, my degree of control is so small it's non existent. A light sheen of sweat already covers my body and my breathing, or rather panting, is erratic.

She kneels back and spreads her legs, I don't need asking twice as I push the vibrator inside her. She moans loudly as I switch it on and begin to gently thrust it in and out.

She begins to rock her hips against the toy as we build up a rhythm. Her eyes never leave mine, she's fully aware what this is doing to me but in case there's any doubt she hammers the fact home.

Emily leans forward until her mouth hovers above mine, "God that feels good, this really won't take long. How are you going to control yourself Naomi when I'm moaning loudly as I come?"

I don't fucking know.

"Because you will control yourself, no matter how hard it is, won't you?" she states as her hips thrust harder and harder.

I bite my lip but nod.

She laughs, "You really are being very compliant today, I like it."

I shoot her the most evil glare I can muster but all that accomplishes is to confirm that she's the one in charge.

She kisses me and soon I feel her walls begin to grip the vibrator. I break into a full sweat as I concentrate on not making a noise of any kind especially when Emily's tongue enters my mouth and she moans loudly. I'm getting greater and greater resistance with each thrust and soon all I need to do is push as Emily drives her hips down onto the vibrator.

"Oh fuck..."

"oh Jesus..."

"ohhhhh...yes..." she pants into my neck.

I push harder and make sure the vibrator is as deep inside her as possible.

The evil bitch pulls herself level with me and makes sure she stares directly into my eyes when she comes with a loud yell, "Uuugggghhhhh."

She moans a few more times as she rides it out but with barely a pause for breath she removes the toy and I find my arms back in their original position. She presses the end tantalisingly against my clit and my head slams back against the pillow.

Oh God this is more like it I think as I begin to push myself against the vibrating tip and I feel the tingling sensation in my toes. As soon as it's started it's removed.

Once more the word NO screams in my mind.

"I think that's a bit easy don't you?" she states huskily, the look I give her leaves no room for doubt that I don't agree.

HOLY FUCK, I scream in my head as she thrusts three fingers inside me and immediately splays them, opening me up completely.

"It's not just toys that can fill you Naomi." she states as her fingers gently curl, stroke and probe.

She smiles when her fingers twist and caress a sensitive area causing my hips to jerk, "That'll be the spot. Want me to make you scream Naomi?"

She's shitting me right? I'm going to scream so fucking loudly my Mum will hear it in Bristol.

"Bet you'll do anything to come?" she husks in my ear.

I nod. I will, I really will do anything, anything at all.

Emily stares at me with an evil smile, "Beg."

How can I fucking beg if I can't speak?

She rubs her thumb across my aching clit, "Beg me Naomi."

"Please Emily." my voice croaks.

She snorts "is that the best you can do?"

If I survive this I'm going to fucking kill her.

"Please Emily...I'm begging you...please let me come...I've done everything you asked." I plead.

"That's true." she concedes.

Her fingers are rippling inside me and her thumb is rubbing firmly across my clit. I'm biting my lip so hard I get the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

"Please...I'll do anything..." I offer.

Her eyebrow raises, "Anything?"

I nod.

"Would you let me go down on you?" she asks.

I don't even hesitate, "Yes..."

Emily's mask slips, "Really?"

Oh for the love of God, please woman focus, you're about to have a pile of Naomi goo on the bed here, "Yes..."

She smiles, "Well I don't think it's fair, so I won't do it but because you said I could I'm going to let you come."

THANK FUCKING CHRIST FOR THAT. I grab her round the neck and crash our lips together as her fingers firmly stroke me and her thumb pounds my clit. I'm covered in sweat and panting as my body finally gets permission to catch up with my mind, which has been ready for this for ages.

My head slams against the pillow and my heels dig into the mattress as my hips thrust hard against Emily's hand. I frantically claw at the sheets and as soon as my body and mind reconnect I'm gone. A thousand explosions happen inside me making it feel like I'm being ripped apart and shattered into a million tiny pieces. My orgasm is so intense I think I'm going to faint.

The sound that comes out of me is like nothing I've ever heard before and I'm surprised it hasn't smashed all the windows. Emily's fingers keep stroking me as wave after wave of pleasurable sensations flow through me, rippling up and down my body sending shocks of electricity across my skin. I never want to come down from this high but gradually I'm aware of my surroundings becoming more solid and soon I can feel my shallow breaths providing my lungs with the oxygen they so badly crave. My whole body goes limp against the bed and I don't think I'm ever going to have the strength to move again.

Eventually I open my eyes and look down to find Emily grinning at me as she rests her chin on her hands which are folded across my chest.

"That was fun." she says cheekily.

I shake my head, "Fun is going to the fair, people have been accused of war crimes for torture less evil than that."

She moves up my body and gently kisses me, "Well I enjoyed it."

I raise my eyebrow, "Hmmm, you don't say?"

She blushes and I struggle to relate the girl looking shyly at me with the confident sex goddess that has just tormented me for the last, bloody hell 45 minutes, no wonder I was fit to burst.

"Naomi..." she says unsurely, "Did you mean it?"

I know what she's talking about and I think we've played enough games so I nod, "Yeah, if you'd wanted to I would have let you."

Emily's eyes are shining, "it's not that I didn't want to... maybe I could do it in our next lesson?"

"After that little performance I'm not sure what else I can teach you to be honest." I respond with a laugh.

She looks away disappointed, "Oh then I guess we should stop."

I turn her face towards me and rub my thumb softly across her lips, "I didn't say that, we might just have to reverse the student/ teacher roles that's all."

The smile returns to her face.

I kiss her, I don't seem to be able to stop doing that, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Suppose so, although I might have to punish you a bit more first." Emily says with a glint in her eye.

My eyebrow raises, "Yeah? Well, I think I might have to get my own back."

Emily squeals as I flip us and start to tickle her, she struggles beneath me and tries to push me away but I love the sound of her giggles so I refuse to stop.

"There's more than one way to torture people Em." I say joining in with the laughter as I work out where she's most sensitive and concentrate my attention there.

"Please...Naomi... I can't... I can't ... breathe..." she says falteringly.

I pause, "Who's begging now?"

Emily smiles and wraps her arms around my neck before she runs a hand through my hair. I sigh and close my eyes before she pulls me down for a kiss. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body as our lips connect, God I can't get enough of this woman. The tip of her tongue pushes gently into my mouth and I slowly caress it with my own causing her to moan softly. The kiss is unhurried and I luxuriate in the feel of her against me. Our bodies press together, limbs and sweat mingling as we try to eliminate all space between us. Almost involuntarily my hips begin to grind slowly into her and a throaty growl escapes her mouth as she pushes her hips to meet me.

We break apart, "You're still horny?"

She bites her lip and nods, "a little bit."

I shake my head and run my hand down her side, "Well that won't do will it? I can't have you leaving without being completely satisfied, my reputation would be in tatters."

She giggles. Sexiest. sound. ever.

I'm about to kiss her again when Cook bursts through the door carrying a baseball bat, "Naoms, Naoms, are you alright?"

Emily stiffens beneath me and I quickly grab the sheet to cover us, "What the fuck?"

"I heard a blood curdling yell and thought you were being attacked." he replies.

"Cook, that was like 10 minutes ago, I'd be dead by now if there was an intruder." I reply incredulously.

He shrugs, "Yeah, well I couldn't find the bat and I didn't want to be unarmed."

I roll my eyes, "Cheers for the concern but you can fuck off now as I'm a bit busy."

He finally notices who I'm in bed with and chuckles, "Blimey red, you learn quick if you can make her holler like that."

Emily blushes, "I had a good teacher."

There's a noise from the hall and Emily stares wildly at me, "Shit, she's still here."

"Cook stop her." I hiss.

He pokes his head round the door, "Don't worry babes, emergency over, Naoms was just gettin a good seeing to."

"Really, well let's see how she likes being barged in on." Katie replies.

She shoves open the door pushes past Cook, "So what slapper have you managed to fool into fucking you now?"

Her hand flies to her mouth as she sees her twin in bed with me. Emily tenses and pales so I wrap myself protectively around her.

"I told you to stay away from her." Katie spits at me.

"Yeah, you did, but funny thing is Katie, Emily has got a mind of her own." I retort.

Katie sneers, "Oh fuck off, don't try to pretend you haven't been planting ideas into her head. She wasn't like this before she met you."

I snort, "No she's just been in love with a girl since she was 11, how very straight."

"That's different, it's a crush, it'll all be fine when she meets a good man and settles down." Katie responds.

I laugh, "For fuck's sake, please tell me you don't actually believe that shit? You can't change who she is Katie, she's gay."

"She's not gay, she's just stupid." Katie spits.

"Katie, I've fucked her, she's fucked me, trust me she's gay." I hammer home the message.

Katie glares at me, "She's my sister, I've known her all my life. SHE'S. NOT. GAY."

I frown, "Katie, she's still Emily."

"Just fuck off this has got nothing to do with you dyke, come on Em we're going." Katie orders.

I expect Emily to stand up to her like she did by the pool but instead she looks at me and shrugs apologetically, "I'd better go."

"I'll wait outside, the view is making me sick in here." Katie says as she storms out. Cook follows closely behind and shuts the door.

I sit silently as Emily gets out of bed and starts to dress.

"I'm sorry, it's just easier this way." she says quietly.

"For whom?" I snap.

Emily shrugs, "Everybody."

"How can you let her dictate your life like that?" I ask.

Another shrug, "it's hard in my family to be different sometimes, they grind you down, you know?"

"It's hard being different everywhere Em. What? You don't think I had any problems when I came out? There were times when Cook had to really protect me but being gay is part of who I am and I'll be fucked if I'm going to hide it away." I state angrily.

"Yeah, well not everyone has your confidence." Emily says sadly.

I get out of bed and tip her chin so she's looking at me, "The girl I was just in bed with did, she wasn't ashamed to be gay or afraid of getting what she wanted, I liked her, I liked her a lot."

Emily gives me a weak smile, "That wasn't really me either, I don't know what came over me."

"I think that was me, sorry." I say in a vague attempt to be humorous.

At least she laughs, "Look I need to go. Maybe we should cool things for a while?"

I shrug, "It's up to you, send me a text or something. See ya."

Emily sighs, "Please Naomi, I need some space to get my head around all this."

"Fine, when you work out who you are come and find me. I like confident Emily but dormouse Emily? Not so much." I say petulantly.

She leans up to kiss me but I turn away, I know it's childish but her unwillingness to stand up to Katie has upset me. "Like I said when you figure it out you know where I'll be."

She smiles sadly, "Sorry, I'll see you."

I nod and watch the door close behind her. I slump back onto the bed and groan in frustration. How did it turn to shit so quickly?

See, what do I always say? Women, not worth the hassle sometimes. But even to me it has a hollow ring, because deep down I know Emily is worth it, if only she could see it herself.

And here endeth the lesson