A/N – Bit of naughtiness coming up.

I've gotten 15 chapters of this story written so far, but I've been suffering with writer's block recently so until I get that sorted updates will be less frequent.

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Chapter 11 – Dirty Little Secret

"Oh god right there, don't stop, please." She breathed out into the empty room. She tugged at the hair of the girl whose ministrations she was enjoying.

Emily Fitch had come to the conclusion over the past 3 days that Naomi Campbell gave great head. They'd come over to Naomi's house after college about half an hour ago and found it empty. They kept up with the pretence that they would do their homework in front of the TV, but after about 15 minutes of teasing and not-so-innocent touches, Naomi had hiked up Emily's mini skirt and got down to business, so to speak.

"What if someone comes home?" Emily managed to stutter out. "Shouldn't we go upstairs?"

Naomi looked up from between Emily's thighs, incredulous that she actually wanted her to stop.

"Mum's at work till 7, we've got ages." Naomi smirked at the dishevelled red head on the couch. "Now are you going to let me finish what I started?"

"Fuck yeah." Emily replied as the blonde girl returned to the task at hand. She sat up slightly, choosing to watch what Naomi was doing to her with her talented mouth. Naomi teased, not quite giving her what she wanted, but doing enough to make her feel good. Really good. After a few moments of teasing, she lifted one of Emily's pale legs over her shoulder and placed her open mouth over her. She sucked softly, causing the girl's hips to buck, allowing her to get more of her in her mouth.

Naomi moved two fingers to the entrance of Emily's slit and pushed them inside while continuing to move her mouth over her. Emily's moans were getting louder and louder with every thrust of the blonde girls fingers inside her. She felt dizzy, feeling as though Naomi was everywhere, her breaths coming harsher and faster as she approached her climax.

Naomi could feel Emily's walls closing around her fingers, and felt for the spot she knew was there somewhere. Her jaw was starting to ache, but she ignored it, and flicked her tongue faster against Emily. At the same time she curled her fingers upwards, feeling for that spongy spot inside the girl as Emily cried out in pleasure. 'Gosh, that's new'. She shuddered as the orgasm hit, and continued for a few seconds, until she relaxed and lay back against the sofa, breathing hard. Naomi came up from her position on the floor and took the redhead into her arms.

They'd had a lot of sex over the past 3 days since that day in the corridor. Emily had spent 2 of the 3 nights over at Naomi's house, not wanting to go home and face her sister. She'd only gone home last night because her parents were worried. They had noticed the tension between the sisters and it was only a matter of time before they'd find out the truth. It was bad enough having to see Katie at college, watch her fawn all over Freddie like he was her new toy, without having to watch it happening at home too. Apparently Freddie had been spending a lot of time at her house. With Effy's disappearance, Katie had quickly become the new Queen Bee and it hurt Emily so much that her twin was barely acknowledging she was alive. That's why she had to seek refuge at Naomi's, finding comfort in the form of sex with the beautiful blonde girl.

But Emily was worried. They hadn't discussed exactly what they were, nor had they told anyone about what was going on between them. Emily had been all too happy to be with Naomi, in some shape or form, that she hadn't wanted to bring up the topic again with her for fear of scaring her off. She didn't want this to be some dirty little secret or just become a pair of fuck buddies. Yes she loved fucking Naomi. She couldn't get enough of it. But she didn't want that to be all they had.

She sighed and pulled her skirt down, feeling exposed, even though Naomi had seen her naked plenty of times. Naomi watched the action, and started to laugh softly.

"Bit late for false modesty babe." Naomi teased the blushing girl. Emily still felt so shy around the blonde, even now, and she ducked her head down before replying.

"No, shut up." She reached over, whacking Naomi with a cushion and they both started laughing. When they had stopped, the blonde reached over and pulled Emily into her arms again. They stayed that way for a while, content just being with each other and not feeling the need to speak. Emily opened her mouth to say something, ask Naomi why people couldn't just know about them, why they couldn't just be themselves, but thought better of it.

"Want to go upstairs?" Naomi wiggled her eyebrows at Emily in such a silly fashion that she couldn't help but laugh. A surge of arousal ran through her body at the suggestion and found herself nodding her permission.

"Come on then." Naomi stood up and pulled Emily up with her. She followed the other girl up the stairs, with a nagging feeling that something just wasn't quite right.

They lay together in Naomi's bed, Emily on the left side as usual. She smiled, thinking what a mess they must look like, taking in Naomi's smeared lipstick and smudged make-up and knowing that she probably had it all over her own face too.

"What you thinking?" Naomi asked, honestly wanting to know what was going on in the beautiful girls head.

"Oh you know just how cute you look with sex hair." She reached over and ruffled Naomi's hair, giggling. The other girl tried to move away, not enjoying the attention she was getting and they both laughed, just content being with each other.

Emily's warm brown eyes locked onto the sea blue of the other girl's. She took a deep breath before speaking. 'I'm probably going to regret this.'

"Naomi, I want to tell people."

"That you're gay?" She shook her head.

"I want to tell people about us." Emily said, before she lost the courage to. "Come to the college ball with me?" She added hopefully. "Like we're together"

Naomi didn't even stop to think about her answer. It came out, in a flat monotonous tone of voice.

"I'm not going to do that." Came the automatic reply and then she turned over facing the opposite wall.

Emily looked at the girl's back, shock quite clearly written all over her face. 'Why is she so insistent on keeping this a secret? Is she that ashamed of me?'

"Why not?"

"Em it's nobody's business."

"Why? Who cares what other people think?" The redhead questioned.

Naomi rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers with her.

"Why do you keep pushing me Em? It's just a stupid fucking college ball. I mean, you said you'd give me time to try. To get my head around this. I'm not sure like you are." The girl exclaimed.

"Fine, you like boys too." The redhead replied.

"Maybe. Maybe I only like boys apart from you." Naomi looked to the ceiling. "Anyway it's not like that."

"Then tell me what it's like?" Emily replied. "Please. You're hurting me." Naomi had the good grace to look down guilty at Emily's admission. The redhead leaned down to put her top and skirt on, doing anything to avoid the blonde girl's eyes. Running a shaky hand through her hair, she continued.

"I just want you to want me the way that I want you. Can't you just do that?" She asked brokenly.

Naomi closed her eyes. She couldn't look at Emily when she was in a state like this. It made her want to comfort her. Take her in her arms and tell her everything would be okay. But she just couldn't do that. Instead she stayed silent, listening to Emily take in harsh breaths to steady herself.

"Can't you just let yourself want me Naomi?" Emily knew it was a desperate attempt. Her final throw of the dice.

The silence in the room was almost tangible, until Naomi broke it whispering out four words.

"I'm not like you."

Those four words stabbed at Emily's heart like a knife in the dark. They echoed harshly around the silent room. She felt sick, felt as though everything she had hoped for, everything she had ever dreamed had been shattered. Shattered by someone who just didn't love her back. Someone who didn't want her enough. She swallowed, nausea rising up in her stomach.

"Don't do that." Naomi sat up in bed, but didn't move to get out of it.

"No you don't do that. I'm not your fucking experiment." Emily searched around the room frantically. "Where are my fucking shoes? Oh fuck it keep them."

Emily walked to the door, grabbed her bag then turned to speak to the other girl once more.

"I'm tired. So sick and tired of it." She paused for a second, giving Naomi a chance to respond. She didn't. "Still holding hands through the cat flap aren't we?" She turned and walked out of the door, leaving Naomi stunned.

By the time she had realised she needed to chase her, needed to fucking get her stupid legs moving so she could try and explain herself properly it was too late. She was too slow and Emily was fast like lightening. She was across the hallway, down the stairs and out the front door before Naomi could even find her voice to tell her to wait. She'd even left her fucking shoes and jacket in the hallway. Naomi opened the front door, intent on calling out to Emily, to get her to stop but she was already gone.

The tears came then. Flowing down her cheeks like rivers, dripping down onto the hard wooden floor beneath her feet. She leant heavily with her back to the front door and slid down to the floor. She'd been in a similar position to this before but this time there was no one on the other side to hold her hand. To just be with.

It was all her fault.