Hey folks, sorry it's been like, half a year since I've updated. Uni has kept me massively busy, and that on top of work, my girlfriend, and general life affairs has left me virtually out of time. I'm not gonna promise that updates will be coming with any more frequency, but I didn't want to leave you lovely people hanging on a dead story.
I suggest you reread the past chapters to catch up on what was happening- I know I had to before writing this.
Enjoy!
Pretty Visitors, Chapter 10.
CH10 Naomi's POV
Being a journalism major usually means that I'm never at a loss for words. That being said, I'm at a loss for words. Bit ridiculous really.
I can't seem to enunciate how fucking happy I am… things feel like they're starting to come together, you know?
Ems and I are together, Katie and Effy are finally figuring their shit out, I'm on top of all of my coursework, and I've a solid group of mates who I think I can really fucking trust.
When I texted Freddie yesterday, I tried to explain all of this to him, naturally his response was to ask if I got laid recently.
Love him to pieces, but it's hard to forget that he's your typical bloke sometimes.
After I explained that no, I hadn't just had sex (unfortunately), I gave him a run down on the situation. He seemed genuinely happy for me, which is a relief because theres always this niggling part of me that feels bad for leaving him to start a new life.
I know I shouldn't be worried about him being resentful towards me though, Freds is honestly a great guy- we look out for each other no matter what. So when I told him that I actually grew the balls to ask Emily out, he required a full character report. Something about how he needed to make sure she was good enough for me… and something tells me that he was satisfied with my review because I full-on gushed praises for the better part of an hour.
I'd talked to Freddie on Wednesday, and the rest of the week passed uneventfully. Classes were interesting enough, and I took every opportunity to sneak a stolen kiss with Emily when I found her around campus.
Today is Cook's regatta- which I had to look up, apparently it's a rowing competition race-type thing; and for some reason it's taking place at an ungodly hour of the morning. It was not an easy feat dragging my sorry arse out of a nice warm bed to go stand around outside.
Christ, the grass was still dewey when I met up with Emily and Panda at the site of the race.
My complaints and lingering morning-grouchiness was immediately erased when Emily pulled me into a long kiss right out in the open, resting her forehead against mine and cutely whispering out a greeting when we broke apart.
Fucking hell, this girl is magic.
After ten minutes of listening to Panda rant about something having to do with monkeys and surfing, and having a surprisingly warm Emily snuggled into my side, Katie and Effy show up. I can see subtle differences in the way they act with one another, they seem more at ease and Katie is definitely a lot less bitchy right now. I make the snap decision not to stir the pot, as does Emily apparently, because neither of us probe for information on their current 'relationship' status.
Effy breaks the comfortable silence.
"So, where's this race?"
Katie rolls her eyes, as if Effy's question was completely ridiculous.
"Like ten feet down this way, come on bitches!"
Fucking Katie.
Cook won his race, which to me is pretty fucking impressive, but the rest of the gang seemed to be pretty chill about it; I guess this is a common occurrence with him. I keep forgetting that they've all known each other much longer than I've been around.
But I digress, Cook declared that we all get drinks to celebrate his victory- totally ignoring the fact that it was now only half past noon.
He insisted that it didn't matter, claiming that 'their' bar would be open. He was right, which I guess I shouldn't be surprised about because really, if anyone knows about where to get fucked up around here, it'd be Cook.
So, once we were all nice and cozy at the pub- our table being small enough to warrant Emily sitting on my lap- Cook ordered pints and two shots of tequila for each of us. I downed mine quickly in a vain effort to warm myself up, and the rest of the gang did the same.
I really wish I could bottle Cook's enthusiasm and sell it for drugs, then sell those drugs for even more money. Within minutes of arriving he was buzzing around the tables regaling anyone who would listen with his embellished version of the tale on how he won.
Eventually though, Emily decided that we had been at the pub for a long enough time to leave without Cook pouting. With a smile on my face, we left hand in hand and caught the bus back to campus.
After I had gotten back to my dorm, my thoughts were finally allowed to catch up with me. Emily had a meeting with one of her professors, leaving me with the oh-so dangerous free time to let my mind wander. Naturally, I automatically found myself worrying about our date that was supposed to be happening later on tonight.
Having absolutely zero ideas about where Emily might be taking me or what we were going to do, my brain was given the freedom of conjuring up the most horrific dates it could purely to freak me out. I had visions of Emily and I having dinner at McDonald's and throwing rocks at dumpster rats, and one of her taking me to a park to kill me and chop me into bits then hide my pieces in a unpopular part of the layout.
I know I've no reason to think such distressing things, because as far as I know Emily doesn't have a malicious bone in her perfect little body. But it didn't stop me from doing so, obviously. The time I wasted did help me calm down enough to take a nice long shower and pick out an outfit that I found suitable for public display, however.
Unfortunately, Effy was nowhere to be found, so I was left with only my own dilapidated fashion sense to aid me in my quest for the perfect ensemble. After a good while of rooting through my drawers I settled with some dark, grey leggings and an oversized sweater. The sweater, which I had actually nicked from my Grandad before I left- had the ugliest geometric print that you could possibly imagine… which is probably what drew me towards it. Anyways, it hung down to just below my bum, ensuring that I didn't look like a complete and total tart; and my beat up maroon Doc Martens finished the look.
Because I'm actually hopeless when it comes to dealing with my hair, I opted for the no-effort solution of a messy bun sat atop my head. I looked quite cute, if I don't say so myself. Hopefully Emily thought the same as I did though, I wouldn't be able to live with knowing that my 'fashion sense' chased away the fittest girl I've ever been with.
My fussing had killed most of the time I had to wait before Emily 'picked me up' from across the hall and commenced our date; and I was now left with only half an hour to kill.
Before I knew it, my time was up. Emily was knocking on my door. After a quick internal pep-talk to the butterflies in my stomach, I adjusted my jumper and opened the door.
To say that Emily looked gorgeous would be an understatement. To be honest, I nearly left a puddle of drool in front of my door when I saw her.
Sheer black tights emphasized her toned legs and led my eyes up to her incredibly bitable arse, which just so happened to be wrapped in a layer of washed out denim, forming tiny little shorts that clung perfectly to her curves. For a top, she had donned a cute white polo shirt with a peter-pan style collar underneath a wooly brown and light blue cardigan. Her hair was messy- exactly how I preferred it- with small curls thrown in here and there and her fringe curling about in random angles, leaving one small lock dangling cutely around the outline of her eye. It seems that both of us were drawn to our doc's for footwear,as Emily had on a pair that matched mine, only hers were a light grey.
I think we just earned like, at least half a dozen gay points for that shit. But I digress, It isn't my fault that same-sex couples are more likely to have repeating outfits. Plus, if anything, this just shows that my style can't be as bad as I thought it was because Emily (who is, in my opinion, fabulously fashionable) was wearing something similar.
For our 'secret' dinner, Emily brought me to a little hole-in-the-wall Moroccan restaurant (which was delicious, may I add) in Northampton, and then to one of the fancier frozen yogurt venues for desert. During the date, she kept doing these little things that were like, punching my libido in it's proverbial gut. I swear, every time she bit her lip, cutely readjusted her outfit, subconsciously moved her hair, or said certain words in her cute little American accent, I got even more desperate to fuck her. To be completely honest, I was wet enough to slide out of the booth at the yogurt place by the time we finished out desserts.
I tried to play it cool, obviously, but I'm sure Emily picked up on my semi-constant blush… lets hope that I wasn't as pathetically obvious as I think I might have been.
My mind was a cluster of thoughts, most of them being "fucking hell, Naomi, you need to sleep with this girl right fucking now," "shit she's so cool... can she tell that I'm an awkward tosser?," and "fuck, fuck, fuck! What's the fastest way back to our dorm rooms?"
Naturally, this didn't result in the smoothest of Naomi-Emily interaction.
Either Emily is totally not attracted to me sexually, or she's really fucking good at playing the 'cool as a cucumber' role. At one point in the yogurt shop, she asked me something along the lines of 'how would I like it?' and all I could respond with was an open jaw, flushed cheeks, and an indesipherable mumble. The cute little cashier behind the till laughed at me.
Keeping with the night's theme of proving my inadequacy, Ems didn't once falter in her words or actions, she kept being the perfectly polite and respectful date that one would hope to acquire… although I'm pretty sure I caught her staring down my top at least three times. And I'm not complaining.
Eventually my prayers were answered and we were en-route back to campus via the PVTA busses. The carriage was empty, thankfully, so I didn't have to feel awkward about sitting as close as possible to by gorgeous redhead, and when her hand that had been resting on my upper thigh ambled to a place that was almost directly cupping my centre, I didn't have to worry about any creepy onlookers.
That bus ride felt like the longest ride of my life— and not in a good way. I was so uncomfortable during the journey that I considered moving to a seat away from Emily so I could take off my knickers as discreetly as possible (which wouldn't be easy of course, because of my choice of leggings,) but I powered through the temptations and waited 'patiently' to get the fuck off of that bus. When the doors opened, I jumped out like the was an explosion.
Emily laughed at my antics, but I could tell she was just as eager as I was.
After a fair bit of rushed walked, we were stumbling inside of our building. I couldn't help myself from pushing Emily up against the stairwell door and tangling my hands in her hair, guiding her lips towards my own (not that she needed my help) and kissing her for all of Great Britain.
As it was nearing midnight- the house's designated quite hour, the automated hall lights dimmed.
When she leaned up and whispered into my ear that it was 'getting late' I almost fell over. Half because I was terrified that she'd say she was too tired to do anything and halfway because I was terrified that she wouldn't.
I figured that she was probably thinking the latter as she pulled me up the stairs, took my key from my pocket- during which she completely allowed said hand to stray- and opened my door.
"Wanna chill for a little while longer?"
She asked this as she was already walking in, she knew there was no real question.
I swallowed thickly and thanked Mrs. Clinton that Effy was out for the night before nodding my head slowly and shutting the door behind me.
After I checked to make sure that the door was locked for a second time, I turned round to find Emily sat cross-legged on my bed, just starring at me cutely.
"What'dya think you're looking at, Fitch?" I ask jokingly.
I receive a coy smile in return, then a moment of silence before she answers verbally.
"Well, hopefully, I'm looking at the girl that's gonna rock my world tonight…"
I paused, having a mental debate over whether or not to call the little redhead out on her cheesy line or just climbing on top of her and shutting her up with my mouth.
I chose the second one, naturally.
The feeling of her strong body beneath mine was incredible; the way her hips were unconsciously rocking up to enjoy the pressure my hipbone was making, the way her tiny hands traced up and down my back, slowing each time they reached my bum, the way she sucked diligently at the ticklish spot behind my ear…
I knew I was a goner.
When Emily's hips began to thrust up with a bit more force I matched it with my own, mentally smiling at the strong exhale it caused. To say that I was scared would be completely accurate- after all, I hadn't had sex with a girl in over a year, and even then I had only done it a handful of times before.
As if she was reading my mind, the beautiful girl underneath me let out a quiet yet reassuring sentence.
"Nai, you're doing fine, just, like- shit…- take your fucking pants off, will you?"
I try and fail to hide my snort at her desperate tone as I lift myself off of her and roll down my leggings. I see that she's pulling her trousers off as well, and I remember that her request was for me to take my pants of too. With that, I pull my red boxer briefs down my thighs and kick them across the room when they fall to my ankles. I look up again to find Emily sporting only a cute little black bra and hotpants.
"Christ, Naomi, you're a quick one! No underwear?"
My mind blanks for a second- she asked for that, didn't she?!
"…You- You said to take my pants off?"
"Yeah, like your leggings? I'm not complaining though-"
"Bugger! Fuck, Ems, where I'm from, 'pants' means knickers. Like, underwear, yeah?"
She laughs cutely as I go to cover my exposed bits.
"Hey! What're you doing? I was looking at that-" She's pouting as soon as I cover myself, "Babe don't be embarrassed! I'm more than happy to have made that word-choice mistake…"
My blush won't go away and I feel like the biggest tit in the world, but Ems is quick to strip out of her remaining garments and take up my former role as the least dressed.
"See? Now there's nothing to worry about"
She smiles at me, and I know everything is gonna be alright.
I ditch the rest of my clothes in one smooth motion before taking a deep breath, harnessing my inner badarse, and climbing up to straddle Emily on the bed. I smile as I watch her eyes dart back and forth between my tits, my face, and my mound, her bottom lip sucked cutely into her mouth.
I echo my previous question.
"So, now what're you looking at, Fitch?"
Silence.
"Please just fuck me?"
I nod.
Readjusting my position so I straddling one of her bare thighs, I lean in to kiss her. The movement causes my upper leg to push firmly against her neatly groomed bush and I can immediately feel how wet she is.
"Fuckin' hell… you know you're kinda wet, right Ems?"
Between her deep breaths she manages to glare playfully at me, "Yup, and what are you gonna do about it?"
I rise to the challenge, snaking one hand down past her belly and gently parting her pussy lips. I leave my hand there until I can grind my thigh back down against her; now that she's open the wetness from before becomes much more apparent. I grind down again, much harder this time, and groan when I finally allow myself some much needed friction. She groans at the same time as me.
"Nai- touch m-" I cut her off with my lips and fingers, the first covering her mouth and the second delving into her folds and securing their position against her clit.
"Fuck!"
I laugh, "Babes, if you're this loud already I think you're gonna wake Panda up soon…"
Emily hits my bum lightly, breathing out a cheeky "quiet, you." before continuing to thrust herself against my fingers.
No more beating around the bush, (yes the temptation to make a bush joke is overwhelming)I push one finger inside of her and fucking christ it's tight.
"Ems- jesus, you're so tight, I can hardly move my finger!"
She groans deeply, muttering out "not my fucking fault, hun." then she's gasping as I curl my finger up.
Nice one Campbell.
I brace my forearm as I push in another finger to join the first and she feels amazing. Warm, wet, tight, so fucking responsive.
"Christ-" Emily doesn't finish whatever she was gonna say, instead she sinks her teeth into my shoulder to muffle her yell. I don't mind it one bit.
I change our positions, pulling her up to sit in my lap as I cross my own legs loosely behind her back.
"Fuck… you're gorgeous…"
I can push deeper now, and the new angle lets my palm rub up against her clit with every thrust. Ems swings her head back, allowing me to trail my lips down her neck and capture a nipple in my mouth. I suck gently and she bucks up. I wonder if she can feel me smile around her breast.
I spread my legs wider, causing her to follow suit, and stifle a groan as the cool air hits my soaking core. Emily leans forward, letting my shoulder support the weight of her head as she pants against my neck. I think I feel her tightening up even more, and within a second of my thinking that she confirms.
"Nai- I'm gonna…"
Fucking hell she's hot.
"I know babes, what do you need me to do?"
Silence follows for a moment, only the wet noises coming from where my fingers enter her cunt and my palm presses against her nub are audible.
"More- ah, fuck- more pressure on my clit"
I move my idle hand down her body so my thumb can keep constant pressure against her, forcing my tired arm to thrust just that little bit harder.
When she tenses up, it's like the world stops moving. It feels like hours, though I know it's only seconds, and then she's slumping against me and I'm drawing my fingers slowly from her folds. I let her catch her breath for a minute, tracing one hand up and down the curve of her back as I try to discreetly lick her wetness off my fingers.
"I saw that, you know"
Fucking Fitch.
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