Emily

Upsetting my (slightly) older sister Katie has been likened to experiencing a nuclear attack. First the blinding flash of light...then the heat from from the blast. After that comes the rolling thunder and the shock wave. And just when you think its all over, you get dumped on by lethal radiation.

So I had my own mini Hiroshima experience after Naomi, apparently, tried to cool it with Katie after one night of no doubt passionate bliss. I've managed to avoid witnessing many of Katie's finest moments in her sexual journey to adulthood. But there have been exceptions. Like the time when she came upstairs after an evening out with John, that older guy, wearing something in her hair that she hadn't noticed or gone out with earlier. (Just think Something about Mary...) was one...which I judged 50/50 between outright horror and laugh out loud amusement. The other time I recall was when she thought I was going to be out ice skating all afternoon, and decided to sneak Annabelle Chambers, the pretty but dim assistant at our dentists, into the house. Coming in unannounced to find the said dental assistant giving Katie an oral examination which definitely wasn't in the RCDS manual was traumatic. I think she might have had a long search for any shaky molars via THAT particular orifice...and aren't you supposed to use instruments anyway?

Katie just looked at me with a thousand yard stare as Annabelle, head down and bobbing, continued her under skirt probing, and I fled to my bedroom

But I digress. What I intended to say was that hearing about any one of Katies conquests, whether I actually witnessed them in the act or not, didn't affect me much nowadays. But being subjected to any graphic recounts of Naomi's prowess in the bedroom, just made me nauseous. I'd wanted to discover those facts all on my own. Preferably in a locked bedroom with Katie at least a continent away.

So the shouting I heard outside from my sister, as she read the riot act to her on off girlfriend, gave me mixed feelings. I couldn't help the mini cheer my brain sent up at the thought of Naomi not being quite such a pushover as Katie had bragged. But as I referred to above, yours truly is gonna have to deal with the fallout at some stage. All the time, inwardly smirking at the failure of Katies game plan. I had no idea, at that time how this would all affect me. Just as fucking well, as it turned out...

Katie finally stomped upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her. I heard her throwing stuff about and cursing bitterly. Whatever Naomi had said to her, it wasn't what she wanted to hear, that's for sure

I was left with two choices. Hide in my room, which would only protect me for so long. Sooner or later, she would tire of solo swearing and need a target for her frustration. Or bite the bullet, make like a genuinely supportive sister and go in to ask what had happened. I chose the second option, if only because I feared the unknown more than the known.

XXX

Naomi

Getting off the phone to Katie left me with two problems. A sore ear and the worry of suffering imminent dismemberment. She had made it very clear that us taking it slow was not a goer.

"You're either in or fucking out Campbell" she had sneered at my lame attempts to backpedal on the whole girlfriend issue. I congratulated myself for choosing to have this conversation on the phone. Face to face might well have resulted in me going through the rest of my life minus some quite important bits of my anatomy.

I tried several times to do the old "its not you, its me" routine, but I think, being as she was an old hand at that, she was never gonna fall for it. Especially from me, recently back from my 10 year Narnia experience. So I let her rant some more. I preferred the insults to the bit at the end when she actually sniffled. I didn't expect that. Curses and promises of imminent execution, yep. Katie being genuinely upset, nope.

"I thought you were fucking different Naomi" she said bleakly, and my resolve almost gave way. Could I hurt her like this? Apparently I could, because the long pause after she said that, with me staying silent, must have strengthened her again.

"Fuck this" she said bitterly, as I stood there with the phone in my hand "The last thing I need is a fucking straight girl worrying about why she suddenly prefers pussy. Go fuck yourself Naomi"

Strangely, that felt better. I had never felt less like fucking myself, but then , I don't think she meant that literally. I sighed and waited for the click of disconnection. She didn't disappoint.

The next week went very slowly. Gradually, I stopped looking up in fright when the door of our office opened. My thoughts were not filled hourly by imagined Katie Fitches wielding war axes. Cook enjoyed my revived interest in bringing some money into the business, and by Friday, I was almost back to normal. Not quite there, because there was the small matter of finalizing the Fitch sale.

The buyers of their house wanted whats called a simultaneous exchange and completion. Normally, the contracts are exchanged on one date (it all happens verbally nowadays, the contracts are pre signed by buyer and seller, and solicitors just call each other and confirm exchange has taken place)

On that day, all parties agree a completion date. Thats the day when the keys are given up to the new owner.

But the buyers of Jenna Fitches house were a young couple with nothing to sell. Their parents had gifted them the deposit, and with a mortgage in place, they were raring to go. I had no idea what plans Jenna and the girls had, post move, but I needed to find out. The twins mother was still in Scotland, where I think she intended to stay, but the house had to be delivered to the new buyers as 'vacant possession'. In other words, minus any and all Fitches. Someone had to call and find out if that was OK.

Cook, of course, refused to help by calling for me. I don't think he harboured any lingering resentment for me dumping him, but he certainly still loved to see me squirm. And squirm I fucking would, if I had to carry out a businesslike conversation with either the dumped or lusted after twin. Which one to call.

No fucking contest, of course. Coward that I am

"Hello..you've reached the voice-mail of Emily Fitch. Leave a message"

I gulped.

"Err hi...Emily" I said lamely "Its Naomi...Naomi Campbell of Campbell Cook? I need to talk to you about the date for the house completion. Could you give me a call on 01454 762998? Thanks...bye"

I clicked the end call button and sank back into the expensive leather of my office chair.

"Cook...you're a cunt" I said, favouring him with my very best scowl.

"Naah babe, he grinned, unabashed "Dick, remember? Its not been that long since you bounced on it, screaming your head off"

"Fuck off" I said hotly. Luckily we were alone in the office. The admin girl was at lunch and our financial consultant was out being wined and dined by one of the bloodsucking banks who were now on a charm offensive to convince everyone that they were all warm and fluffy again.

"I thought submitting to the power of the pussy might mellow you a bit babes" he chuckled. "Muff not doing it for you after the novelty's worn off?"

I scowled again and gave him the finger.

"For your information Cook, muff does it for me very nicely, thank you. I had no idea until I tried it, that you could BOTH come whilst having sex"

He laughed at my sad attempt to bait him. We both knew that even at his worst, Cook was a better than average shag. Of the pitifully few cocks I had chosen to receive, his was definitely the only one which had ever gotten me off. Still, no need to big him up any more than was necessary, was there?

"What am I gonna do Cook?" I groaned and held my head in my hands "Katie hates me...and her pretty sister won't give me the time of day since I fucked up. I'm supposed to be the professional here...but all I can think of is Emily Fitches eyes..."

He didn't answer, and I sat there for a moment, still with my fingers over my own eyes. Finally, I got pissed off that he was ignoring me and sat up quickly, dropping my hands. And looked straight into the very eyes I had just complained about. Standing in the doorway, looking at me with an unreadable expression, was Emily Fitch herself.

I flushed with embarrassment and swallowed as she stared at me. God, she was lovely. Her dark hair was arranged long, over her shoulders, with a cute quiff above her forehead. She was wearing a bright yellow shirt, unbuttoned over a tight white tee. Blue skinnies and black ankle boots completed the picture. I'm pretty sure I didn't actually drool, but my mind was computing the steps needed to take her clothes off even as my mouth opened to say something anodyne and stupid. She beat me to it. Not stupid, I've got that down pat. Talking.

"I was just in town and got your voice-mail. I think you needed to talk?"

I swallowed again. Fuck, would I ever have a conversation with this girl without turning into a lust fueled idiot? Apparently not.

"Err...it was just about the completion date...the house...I mean..." I stuttered.

"Well, then, lets talk" she smiled. "Actually I needed to speak to you anyway. I see you have a flat above the shop for rent?"

I goggled at that. We did have a leasehold flat upstairs, above the upstairs office. We'd sort of inherited it with the office. It was a two bed place, accessed by a metal fire escape at the rear. We used it for office storage now, but Cook had been on about renting it out for months. I had totally forgotten about the display card he had put up in the window, next to our sale properties, this week. Fuck...how was I gonna deal with the object of my desire living upstairs?

"Perhaps we could, like, kill two birds?..."

I stared at her. Apparently I had lost all my senses, not just the power of speech.

"Discuss the flat and the house sale?" She tried again, and the little twitch of amusement at the corner of her mouth told me she knew all too well what effect she had on me.

"As Naoms seems to have lost the ability to speak...perhaps I could show you round?" Cook offered unhelpfully. I turned to shoot him a Campbell dagger, but she interrupted me before I could say anything. A thing which was becoming too regular for my liking. At this rate, I was going to have to master hand signing, if I wanted to communicate with her in the same room.

"No, thats fine" Emily smiled at Cook. "I think we've got it, thanks" She raised an eyebrow and my thoughts dived again into the gutter. This girl will be the death of me, I thought. Then another, totally unwelcome thought hit me. What about her girlfriend? The lovely Su-Li?

"Yeah...OK, thats fine" I finally managed " Cook has things to do, don't you JAMES?" I said drily. His snigger did nothing for my peace of mind.

I wish I could say I didn't perve shamelessly on Emily Fitches arse all the way up the 26 stairs to the top floor. But I don't want to add lying to my many faults. Watching that pert little denim clad bottom swaying up those stairs was definitely the highlight of my day so far. She knew of course. That cute smirk on the top step, when she turned quicker that I had bargained for, was pure smug amusement.

I did give her a rueful smile in return. Well, she did have the cutest bum in Bristol. What's a girl to do?

I unlocked the door and allowed her to proceed inside. The building we owned was a three storey Edwardian block, with two gable ends. The office and first floor was commercial, but the top floor was the biggest part of the building. Once inside, there was a decent hallway, with doors to kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms, and the big lounge, which had two forward facing windows out onto the High Street. I had briefly considered moving in here after Cook and I agreed to separate our business and romantic lives, but I had never actually got round to it. There was a fair degree of clutter in the dusty rooms. Old chairs, a couple of unused filing cabinets that we had replaced downstairs and in the middle of the lounge, facing the windows, the big leather triple seater couch that used to stand inside our office door. People used it to sit and wait when we were busy on Saturdays, but it was a bit dog eared, and I had used up a fair bit of goodwill, getting Cook and JJ to manhandle it up the narrow and slippery metal fire escape stairs last winter. It was covered with a sheet, to keep the dust off, but as it was the only horizontal surface clean enough to sit on, I threw off the cover and indicated for Emily to sit down.

We sat at each end of the big couch, like two nervous bookends. Well, at least I know I was bricking it. This was the first time we had had a conversation since Su-Li twitched her pert bottom at me... And if I was honest, I had no fucking idea what sort of game Emily was playing here.

"So...the house completion date" I said after clearing my throat, "I have the proposed date here...Friday next week. Will that be time enough for you and Katie to sort something out about your own accommodation?"

Emily raised her eyebrow at that, and took her time looking round the airy room.

"That rather depends on the second part of our discussion, Naomi" she said, drawing out my name in a way that made my stomach...and other places...clench inappropriately.

"Oh..."I said! "I didn't realise you and Katie were both..."

Fuck, I really couldn't deal with BOTH of them living upstairs.

"We're not" Emily said firmly "I've spent twenty years living with my sister. Katie is flying up to Edinburgh on Wednesday to spend some time with my mum. I hear the Scots are reintroducing chastity belts for unmarried daughters as we speak.."

I stared at her like a fool until the corner of her mouth twitched again, and I realised she was taking the piss. I smirked back at her sisterly jibe.

"So the flat...its just for you and..." I murmured, knowing she'd understand I was fishing.

"Su-Li?" She said "Nope...that ship has sailed, I'm afraid. Just little old Emily Fitch. My mum took out a bank loan, secured on the proceeds of the house sale. She's given me and Katie £5000 each to get us started off"

I stifled the broad smile that threatened to replace my neutral expression. Su -Li history...fucking wonderful...

Well that answered my unasked question about how a student was going to afford the deposit for this place. I hadn't actually spoken to Cook yet about what we were asking in rent, but I think £1000 deposit and £750 a month would be my best guess. Big flats like this were rare, this close to the city centre. We wouldn't go short of applicants. But none of them would be 5 foot 3 brunettes with chocolate eyes and a body to die for. I found my mind wandering again as Emily took another look round. Fuck, bollocks, shit. I realised she wasn't wearing a bra. Two perky nipples poked through the material of her white tee. I managed to drag my eyes away just before she looked back at me, but I think the sudden rush of blood to my cheeks might have given me away. Again that cute twitch of those rosebud lips. It didn't help my determination to stay professional.

I decided to give up the fight.

"Emily" I said weakly "I'm sorry about everything that's happened, I've been a bit of a tit..."

"Yes you have" she said drily "Katies about to hire a hit-man to take you out"

"Oh..." I whispered "Right...well, that too of course..."Jesus, could I BE any more obvious?

This time both her eyebrows shot up as she recognised what I was saying. She folded her hands in her lap and turned towards me.

"You're referring to...me and you then...?"

I nodded miserably. Might as well get the mea culpas out of the way first.

"I was a total coward, I should have gone with my instincts...you were...no are...the one I feel strongly about...I..."

She stopped me by lifting her hand and placing it over mine, which was nervously twisting the fingers of my other hand.

"Naomi?" She said softly, and looked me straight in the eyes. I opened my mouth to say something...anything, but nothing came out.

"I spent twenty years playing second fiddle to Katie. She started stealing stuff off me from the time we were old enough to sit up. Baby's rattles, dummies, toys, clothes...and when we hit puberty, lovers...not that I've had many of them. The only girl she never tried to steal from me was Su-Li...and thats only because she knew it was you I really wanted...and she already had you"

I looked down at my hands in shame. She was right, of course. Katie had owned me effortlessly, and I'd made no attempt to stop her.

"I'm sorry..." I tried again, but she shook her head.

"No, Naomi. I'm not saying you don't share the blame, but I'm past that. No more living in Katies shadow, no more the doormat. I'm taking control of my own life now, and that includes my love life. Katie will get over you rejecting her. By the time her flight lands in Edinburgh, I know she will have added an Easy Jet trolley dolly to her list of conquests. She seemed genuinely fond of you...but sooner or later she would have broken your heart. Its what she does. The question is, Naomi...when are you going to do it?"

I wrinkled my brow in puzzlement.

Do what?

She licked her bottom lip with her tongue, and suddenly the heat between my legs was back with a vengeance.

"What?" I said dumbly.

"Kiss me, you idiot" she grinned.

Oh fuck, my brain yelled. She's asking you to kiss her, idiot, fucking KISS her already!

But my inability to speak coherent sentences seemed to have spread to my motor functions. I couldn't move. Emily looked at me a second longer, then sighed.

"Seems like you need a hand Naomi" she said in that seductive husky voice.

Oh please, my libido trilled. A hand is definitely required. One with five active digits attached.

She stood up and held out her hand. I reached up and took it, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin. My libido took another leap skywards.

I stood up, and she pushed me against the wall beside the couch. Suddenly I had a very attractive body pressed against me. I like this new, assertive Emily, my brain sang chirpily.

She pulled back and gazed up at me with those oh so innocent looking eyes. Mine were fixed on her, like I was expecting to wake up any second, in my own bed, with my hands down my underwear. It felt too much like a wet dream to be real.

"You have to..." She said, toying with the cloth covered button of my suit jacket. My mouth dried up completely as I remembered I only had underwear on beneath it. Thank God I'd chosen that black lace set today. This wasn't an occasion for mismatched bra and knickers.

"Reach out and take..." She continued, pushing the button half through the hole. Her eyes widened when the pressure on the material showed her I was indeed mostly naked underneath. Her teeth bit into her lower lip and the spasm which thrilled my cunt nearly made me keel over.

"What you want..." She whispered, pushing the button right through and letting the jacket fall open. Her small gasp was reward enough for me. I let her slide the £400 jacket off my shoulders onto the dusty floor. Fuck it, I thought.. I can buy another jacket.

Her eyes moved upwards from my tits and I could see how huge her pupils were.

"Because...if you don't" She reached up with both hands and cupped my cheeks, pressing a gentle but promise filled kiss on my mouth "Someone else will steal it from you"

Her hands slid over my neck and shoulders, feather light, before cupping my tits in her hands and squeezing. Suddenly I found my voice again, but only to the extent of letting out a deep moan. Her eyes twinkled and that twitch was back on her lips.

"So fucking beautiful" she breathed, and squeezed harder, her thumbs finding my cloth covered nipples and stroking

"Please?" I didn't even know what I was asking for...I just wanted her to...touch.

Her hands released my breasts, and she leaned in to kiss me again. This time my body seemed to recover from the paralysis it had suffered from recently. I looped my hands round her neck and responded eagerly. Who was I kidding, I'd never been so turned on in my life...just from her kiss and those hands on my tits. I wanted more. Our tongues lazily played with each other as she found the button and small zip on the side of my skirt. I felt it slither down my legs.

Emily pulled back again and looked me up and down as I stood there with my suit puddled at my feet. She gasped again, and I found time for a small inward smirk. I'd forgotten I was wearing those black lace hold ups Cook used to go crazy for.

The thought of Cook, at this moment, at least stopped me orgasming on the spot as Emily stroked me again. Her hands ghosted over my shoulders, my tits and stomach, before resting either side of my waist, her thumbs hooked in the elastic edge of my knickers. She licked her lips again, and I shuddered at the certainty that this pretty mouth wanted to taste me.

"Please?" I said again and this time she seemed speechless. I took one of her hands in mine and pulled her to the couch. I sat on it, with her standing before me. Slowly, I pulled at the sides of her shirt, and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Her nipples stood fully erect under the tee, and I reached up and stroked each breast in turn with only slighty shaky hands. It was her turn to groan as she watched my hands cup and knead her firm tits. She pulled the tee over her head in one move and I swallowed at the bounce as she straightened again. God, they were beautiful. More cone shaped than Katies, but my mouth dried even further at the prospect of touching them...licking them.

I reached for her jeans, but her fingers beat mine to the button at the top. I watched her slowly lower the zip. Underneath she was wearing a small, plain pair of white cotton knickers, but the sight was more erotic than any fancy lace and silk pair.

It's difficult to take skinnies off seductively, but she managed fine. Soon it was just those delightful knickers, but as I reached for the waistband, she stopped me.

"Not yet" she breathed, biting that soft bottom lip again " I want to enjoy you first"

If I thought I had clenched before, its just as well her fingers weren't inside me at that moment. I might have cut off her circulation permanently. When she knelt in front of me, pushing me onto my back, I might have moaned a bit...I think (who am I kidding?)

She looked down at me as I lay, legs open before her.

"Off" she ordered, and I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. Her eyes followed my fingers and then the way my tits moved as I laid back again. There was virtually no colour in her eyes but black now, and the lip bite was back for another show. I could feel my nipples crinkling as she looked down at me hungrily.

"And these" she growled, and I went to pull off the holdups.

"No" she said quickly "They can stay...but the knickers?"

I rolled my hips up and slid the flimsy material over my legs and threw the underwear to one side.

She took another couple of long seconds to run her eyes all over me. It felt as erotic as if she had used her hands. I could feel the moisture between my legs increase. Normally I would be embarrassed at how easily , and visibly, I was being turned on, but some of Emily's new found boldness must have affected me too. I let my legs part a little more. The excited gasp she gave out told me she could see how wet I was.

So I was surprised when she reached for my jacket. Picking it up, she took out my phone from the inside pocket. She handed it to me and spoke.

"Tell them you're gonna be busy for at least an hour. NO calls...right?"

Oh. God and all the angels, my mind reeled. Cook is going to know exactly what we're up to.

I trembled as I took the phone and thumbed the quick-dial for the office.

In two rings, Cook answered.

"Campbell Cook" he said cheerfully.

As my mouth opened to speak, Emily leaned forward and captured my nipple in her mouth, using her tongue to tease it even harder. The resultant squeak from me produced a puzzled pause the other end.

"Naoms...is that you?" Cook said "Is everything OK?"

Emily looked up at my anguished face and smirked, even as her teeth nipped at my tingling nub. I jerked up, which only made it worse. She was so close now, my heated cunt rubbed against her stomach, and this time I groaned. Christ, Cook was going to think I was being murdered up here.

He didn't of course. Cook may be many things, but slow on the uptake isn't one of them. I heard the amusement in his voice as he spoke again.

"You sound a bit...busy babe" he chuckled "Do you need a hand up there?"

The double entendre in that sentence would have made me roll my eyes at any other time, but right now...yes, I needed a hand up there. But not his.

"NO!" I groaned, too loudly. But then Emily had progressed to a slow, gentle cupping of my sex in her small hand. No fingers...yet, but the anticipation was driving me crazy.

"Look Cook" I said in a voice I hardly recognised as my own "I'm gonna be tied up for..."

Emilys giggle, especially as she was still sucking slyly on my aching nipple, made me realise what I was saying. Tied up, Oh sweet Jesus, kill me now, I thought.

"No problem Naoms" Cook said brightly "You take your time..."

I put my thumb on the red disconnect button and glared at Emily in what I hoped was a disapproving way. It left her totally unmoved, of course.

"Emily...I..." I tried, but she sucked a little harder and suddenly I didn't care if Cook was having a wank in the toilets over what was happening up here. I needed her to finish what she started. So I gripped the back of her head and pushed her mouth into the softness of my tits. She didn't disappoint. Her suction increased, and the hand which had been cupping me so possessively now moved so that her middle finger could part me and seek out my excited clit. This time when I moaned, she did too. Her finger circled and probed...soon being joined by a second when the extent of my wetness became obvious. Her mouth came off my nipple with a small plop and she looked straight into my eyes as her arm pumped faster.

"Tell me what you want" she breathed, her pretty face flushed and her tits rising and falling as she worked on me. I knew this orgasm would be fast and powerful. How could it not? I had been waiting for this moment from the day I first met Emily Fitch.

My head rolled back, but when she slowed her movements, I realised she wasn't going to give me release until I surrendered completely.

"I want you to fuck me...to make me come" I said, in between gasps as she went back to that deep, now three finger thrusting.

"And who do you want to make you come?" She panted, slowing again. Fuck, it was such a beautiful agony, being taken by Emily.

"You..." I groaned, as her fingers started to curl...searching for my G spot.

"Who?" she said

"You... Emily Fitch" I managed before another helpless moan left my lips. My hips were rising and falling without any conscious input from me now. My hands scrabbled on the shiny black leather of the couch, not finding anything to hold on to. I felt as though this orgasm would literally blow me across the room if I didn't hang n to something.

Emily leaned even closer, letting the tips of her pretty breasts caress my already throbbing nipples. It was the last straw. I saw from her eyes that she knew I was right on the edge. Her movements unbelievably sped up even more. The muscles of her arm must have been singing, but she never faltered for a second.

"Come for me Naomi" she whispered hotly "Come for me baby...I need to see you...to feel you lose it...for me"

At that moment, the explosion which had been building inside me ever since she walked into our office , went off spectacularly. I gave up trying to dig holes in the couch with my nails and just threw my arms over my head. I opened my mouth and wailed as spasm after spasm rocked my body. Her fingers rode me every inch of the way, only slowing when my eyes came back into focus and my body stopped arching and bucking.

Slowly...so slowly...she slid her fingers wetly from inside me. I felt empty.

Her eyes locked onto mine again as she raised her gleaming fingers to her mouth.

"So sweet" she hummed, before sucking on them slowly. "Next time I want to taste you properly". Despite the fact that the ache between my legs indicated I had just been well and truly fucked (Even Cook, in one of his jack hammer moods had never filled me so completely) I felt a twinge of desire at her deliberate promise. Next time..? There was going to be a next time...Oh yes please.

We settled together on the couch for a while as I slowly recovered. Me still naked and Emily just in those cute knickers. She rested her head on my shoulder as the dust motes danced in the shafts of bright sunlight which illuminated the room through the twin windows.

I had no idea what was going to happen after this afternoon, but right then, I was content to lay with Emily. At last...

XXX

6 months later.

"Em!" I shouted. Too loud as it turned out. The tap on my shoulder made me jump like a startled gazelle. The husky laugh right in my ear cooled my instinct to bark at her for scaring me. That voice...that laugh, always gave me the same delicious tingle. It started in my head and rapidly made its way down to my groin. A place Emily Fitch knew more intimately than any person alive.

"Fucker" I growled, totally without malice. The slim, but strong arms which cradled me then were soon accompanied by a soft pair of lips caressing that spot below my ear that she knew damned well drove me crazy. Its as if she has a personal map of my body. This place to disarm, that place to tease...and this place to arouse. She'd made it her mission, this past few months, to know me in ways no one else had ever bothered to. Not even Cook, when I was still hanging onto my heterosexuality like it was my only defence. Not one night in his bed would compare to the smallest caress from my dark eyed beauty.

Yes, I said months, and no one is more surprised than me. I love her, and she loves me. Once I had got that fact inside my stubborn mind, it was all so easy to accept.

I'd rented her the flat, of course. After our afternoon of passion (and before you ask, yes, I did return the favour) Cook sent our admin girl up at 6, just before the office closed downstairs, but even after 4 hours of exploring each other, it still wasn't enough. We ended up finding a couple of old pillows in one of the bedrooms and collapsing back onto the worn leather couch for the night. When I woke up the next morning, she was already awake, looking at me with soft eyes.

"So..." She whispered to me. Can I say I'm your girlfriend officially now?"

There wasn't any point in hesitation. I was already lost, and Emily Fitch was the only person who could find me.

I'm not gonna say it was all wine, roses and oral sex (although God knows, there was plenty of all three...especially oral sex. For a newbie, she certainly took to it easily) For a start there was the small matter of Katie Fitch.

Two weeks after Emily moved into the upstairs apartment, I moved in with her. It made no sense for me to carry on sharing the house I had bought with Cook. He really just wanted a bachelor place now, so we sold the house in the following weeks, and he got himself one of those riverside apartments I used to sneer at as being yuppie pads. Got himself a Porsche too. Bloody thing will probably kill him eventually, but he just laughs at my worrying. New girlfriend too. Once he got over his Naomi Campbell obsession, he took about 2.4 seconds to pull. Her names Stacey, and he took great delight in telling me things about their sex life I could happily go to my grave not knowing. Lets just say he doesn't want for any receptive orifice nowadays, nothing is apparently off limits. Dirty pair...

Katie came to visit after a couple of months. Things were a bit frosty for a while, and I thought I was in for it. But meeting a girl called Vanessa in Edinburgh seemed to have softened the blow of losing out to her sister in the Naomi Campbell Stakes.

We settled for an uneasy truce, and I think she's secretly pleased that her sister is settled.

Me and Ems relaxed into 'married' life as if there was never any doubt we would make it work. I was right about her personality shift. The new, assertive Emily was firmly in control. Never really saw myself as a bottom, certainly before I met her, but it wasn't just in the bedroom that she topped me. She doesn't do it overtly ( at least not when we're not naked) but I slipped into the role of letting her lead without protest. She is still doing her Uni course, and the business is doing well for Cook and me. Campbell Cook is in profit, and Ems helps out with some book keeping when she can spare the time. So lifes pretty good all round, I guess.

"I was going to ask if the pasta's done yet...but obviously that enquiry is redundant. Otherwise my very attractive girlfriend would be standing over it, rather than groping me" I smirked over my shoulder.

"This isn't groping" she giggled "THIS is groping"

Her hands moved up from my waist and cupped my tits firmly.

"Oi!" I said, pretending to be annoyed "Hands off the merchandise Fitch...the pasta may be fine, but I can't see any Parmesan on the table".

Again that husky giggle. Fucking irresistible. Bitch.

I sighed as she continued to knead my increasingly responsive tits and tried to fend her off. But she knows me too well. Half hearted resistance only encourages her.

I tried one last protest.

"Ems...the food will spoil"

"Fuck the food" she murmured, starting to unbutton my top. "What are you wearing under all this fucking...excess...clothing?"

Not a lot, as it turned out. No point with Miss Sex Everywhere in residence.

Seconds later I found myself scattering the best cutlery set onto the floor as she pushed me onto my back. My skirt and top already discarded on the floor. The look of impatient lust on her face stilled any protest in me. She crouched down and tugged my thong aside.

"What have I told you about wearing underwear at home?" She growled, and another surge of need pulsed through me. She reached up and snapped the flimsy material at the sides. It fell away, letting her see how aroused I already was.

"Suddenly, I'm ravenous" she said quietly. I don't think it was the spaghetti she was thinking of. When her mouth closed over me and her clever tongue began probing, I lost all interest in all things culinary.

After she had satisfied her desire for Campbell de joure, I tried to rescue the pasta and sauce. It wasn't a goer. One more meal in the bin. Sighing again, I reached for the menus behind the bread bin.

"Indian or Chinese?" I said, raising my eyebrow.

Emily Fitch just smirked and waggled her tongue at me in a very Cook like way. Jesus...

Fucking insatiable...that one...

And that, my friends is that for Swollen Property.