Pretty Visitors, Chapter 14

CH14

Hey folks! I'm gonna let you jump right into the story, my author's note will explain the rest.

Naomi's POV

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We've only three days, or two nights, depending on how you count it, left in Vermont before Emily and I head back up to Smith. Truth be told, I've enjoyed the past two and a half weeks more than I thought I would.

I wasn't nervous, per say, at the idea of meeting Emily's family, but I was definitely on edge about how I would fit into that family dynamic. See, I've always understood that family is a delicate thing, and the last thing I wanted to do was fuck up the parental relationship between the girl I loved and the woman who birthed her.

Turns out that me and Mrs. Fitch, or Jenna, rather, get on pretty fucking well. When I first retorted sarcastically at something she said to me I stiffened up and more or less held my tongue, fearing that it would be the moment that Emily was chastised for bringing such a 'disrespectful ruffian' into the house.

That being said, it's fair to say that it was quite a shock to me when I watched Jenna's features morph from one of the slightest amusement to engaged and witty.

It seemed to me like she had been waiting for somebody to quit pussyfooting around her, and I fit the bill.

Needless to say, Ems was happy that we were getting along and I was proud that I'd managed to get Jenna Fitch, a slightly formidable woman, on my good side.

Anyway, we're currently on our way to a popular ski slope about an hour away from Emily's house. I've never tried to ski or snowboard or any of that bollocks ever in my life, but Emily told me that she'd been snowboarding since she could walk.

It seems like a nostalgic thing for her, seeing as her father was the one who taught her how to snowboard in the first place. And it's because of that that I'm going along with this whole thing. Normally, I wouldn't be caught dead frolicking in the snow and generally just making an arse of myself as I show everyone else on the mountain that I've obviously never done this.

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We arrive at the mountain and Emily walks me through the process of renting a board and boots before leading me outside and up a small snowy incline.

"Alright babe, we're gonna start here, so you can get a feel for the board."

I nod, clearly nervous about what I'm about to do.

I strap in to the board with Emily's help and she slowly walks along beside me, dragging me slowly across the snow.

I've got a death grip on her arm and frankly I'm scared shitless.

"See hun? You're doing it! Now to turn, just lift your heels and lean forward,"

She watches with a grin as I try to follow her instructions and promptly fall and face plant.

"It's okay, Naoms, you should see some of the falls I've taken." She shakes her head with a rueful smile and yanks me up after watching me struggle on the ground like an upside turtle.

Fuck it, come on Campbell, unlock that hidden talent for doing sport-things! I think it's gotta be in there somewhere, right?

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Half an hour and too much snow up my sleeves later, Emily is dragging me to the ski lift that'll bring us to the top of the bunny slope.

I feel marginally more confident with my small repertoire of skill, but I'm still not looking forward to looking like pratt while a bunch of toddlers speed past me.

I manage to get off the lift without falling and causing a traffic jam, and then Emily is strapping herself into her board and coaching me slowly down the slope. I fall a grand total of seven times, but I still manage to get to the bottom in one piece.

It was comforting to see Emily following behind me patiently, and I actually burst out laughing when she would slowly drift past me, her back to the slope as she dug the toe side of her board into the ground to spray me with an icy burst of snow; then making a silly face at me before continuing down.

We get back onto the lift, and it makes a groaning noise that's rather disconcerting… Ems quickly tells me that it happens all the time, and there's nothing to worry about.

When we get to the middle of the lift, where there seems to be the highest gap between us and the ground, the bench lurches suddenly and we come to a complete stop.

Emily groans, and I hear a chorus of other complaints from the people on the lift in the distance.

A man with a megaphone tells us that everything is fine, but we're gonna be dangling for at least 20 minutes before it's fixed.

That's when I get a devilish idea on how to pass the time.

I say nothing, but let my mitten-clad hand run up Emily's leg, going from her knee to the very top of her thigh. She raises an eyebrow at me, and my smirk clues her into my intention.

Honestly, watching Emily out here in her element, looking extremely fucking fit, has been turning me on.

She's wearing baggy khaki snow pants and a tight black sweater, and her bright red hair contrasts gorgeously with her black wool hat and the white band of her goggles.

She sweetly takes my wandering hand and places it back on my own lap. Guess this isn't a goer, then?

I'm delighted when she grins back at me.

"You first, beautiful…"

I nod and give her a quick kiss before trying to stealthily unzip my pants and wriggle them lower on my hips.

While we're far enough away from the people in front and behind us, they can still watch our movements and gather the situation from that. So basically, if we can be chill, pardon my pun, about this whole thing, it shouldn't be a problem.

Following my lead, Emily discreetly scoots closer to me, closing the gap between us where anyone looking would be able to see her arm moving against my crotch.

She removes a mitten and nonchalantly slips her hand beneath my knickers.

I bite my lip and breath out sharply through my nose as I feel her fingers part my lips and take an experimental swipe through my folds.

"Shit, babe, you're wet…"

I'm just as surprised at the amount of wetness she finds, but I shrug as best as I can, "You look fit, can you blame me?"

She buries her face into my shoulder and grins against my neck, kissing it softly before sucking, hard.

I groan louder than intended and we receive a wolf-whistle and some jeering from the lads behind us.

With her mittened hand Emily attempts to flip them off, and with the other she scoops up some wetness from my entrance and slides her fingers round my clit. She puts the perfect amount of pressure as she circles me, and then I'm breathing hard.

"Fuck, Ems…"

She traps my bundle of nerves between two fingers and rhythmically squeezes, causing my hips to jerk forward and my feet to swing my board loudly into Emily's.

She laughs, "Shhh…"

I nod rapidly and mime zipping my lips.

She shakes her head with a smile, and then there's a glint in her eyes and I feel the tips of her fingers press eagerly against my entrance.

"Do it, Ems, please-"

And she does, I gasp at the feeling of her clever fingers stretching my cunt, stifling a moan as she curls them upwards and presses against that spot I've learned to adore.

"Fuuucccckkkk…"

I drag the word out slowly, squeezing my eyes shut as Emily increases her pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster. The subtle rocking of our bench is both a help and a hindrance; it makes it easier for Emily to fuck me but it's definitely a bit of a give away to the other passengers.

I can feel eyes staring at my back, and I know that they most likely belong to the lads sat behind us. I hear one say something to the other, who then exclaims "Nice!" in an excited voice.

The feeling of being watched gets stronger, and that, along with Emily's palm pushing down against the hood of my clit and her strong fingers pumping rapidly inside me- well it all builds until I'm thrown off the edge, falling head first into my orgasm.

I clench my legs tightly, trapping Emily's hand, and toss my head back against the cool metal supports of the bench as I gasp out a breathy "Fucking hell," not caring enough to keep my voice low.

The lads behind us clap, tossers, but it doesn't stop me from kissing Emily hard on the mouth after she's licked her fingers clean, and within seconds I've got my own hand shoved into her pants, roughly cupping her heat.

"Shit- Naomi they can-"

"Ignore them, babe, just relax and let me fuck you."

She nods and opens her legs wider, giving me enough space to part her lips and groan at the wet heat that greets me.

I waste no time in pressing the base of my palm against her clit, which is no doubt swollen with arousal by this point, and quickly slide a single finger inside of her.

She moans deep in her throat, louder than she probably expected.

"Fuck yeah- more, Naoms"

I comply, adding a second finger and building up to a rapid pace. I watch as she presses her fingers against her clit, urging me to fuck her harder.

I do, working as best as I can with the restraining material of Emily's pants limiting my motion.

I feel her tighten around me, making it harder to thrust, but I soldier on until she comes with my name on her lips and the most beautiful expression painted across her features.

Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

I use one finger to push into her slowly, teasing out the last of her aftershocks, before licking my fingers clean and slipping my glove back on, its warmth nothing in comparison to Emily's.

The lads clap again and Emily returns to her earlier position with her head tucked under my chin.

I know she's smiling through her blush, "Jesus Christ babe, is it bad that that was the most fun I've ever had on the mountain?"

I laugh, committing the compliment to memory, and kiss her sweetly.

A few minutes later the lift kicks back into life with a mighty creak. Emily breaks the silence between us.

"I love you."

"Love you too, babe."

She's quiet for a moment, then speaks in a thoughtful voice.

"You know, our mittens are gonna smell like pussy now."

I laugh until I'm breathless.

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Emily's POV

It's about 4pm on our last night in Vermont before heading back to college, and I'm feeling equally as excited to go back as I am sad to leave. It's been lovely having Naomi here with me, getting to show her my hometown with Jay, and just letting her see my world.

She's enjoyed herself too, I think, so all in all, it was a great time. Even Christmas went well, which is shocking because since we lost my Dad and brother, it's always been a bittersweet event.

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Naomi looked so perfect that day, and the things that I wanted to do to her were definitely not appropriate thoughts to be having at a dinner table surrounded by relatives and family friends… all of whom are over the age of 40 and most likely straight.

There was one tense moment though, when this cunt of an old man named Tony who I'd unfortunately known since I was a toddler decided to ask Naomi about her family. It doesn't sound like it'd be a big deal, right? Well the reason I think Tony is a cunt is because he has this ability to turn any conversation into a condescending put down.

The conversation went a little bit like this:

"So, Naomi was it?"

She nods.

"What's you're family like?"

"Well, it's actually just me and my mum, no siblings to speak of other than my best friend who I consider a brother…"

"No father?"

I see Naomi's shoulders tense up slightly at the tone of the question.

"No, he left my mum as soon as he found out she was pregnant…"

Tony made the universal noise of disapproval in his throat.

Naomi clearly heard it though, and from that point on she was in attack mode.

Tony spoke first.

"So you're a bastard child?"

I watch as he smirks, trying to put humor into the comment he'd just made.

My jaw dropped in tandem with Naomi's. What the fuck? He can't be serious?

"Tony? That's not an appropriate-"

He shushes me, like, literally shushes me, before continuing.

"Naomi, is that why you get on with Emily so well? The lack of a father figure?"

By this point I'm physically shaking in my chair, gripping on to Naomi's thigh like it's the only thing keeping me alive.

I watch my blonde swallow thickly.

"Actually, Tommy" (I smirk at the look of anger on Tony's face) "Me and Emily get on so well because she's a beautiful person, and she let's me be a part of her life…"

She sneers at him, then, and I know whatever comes out of her mouth next will really pack a punch.

"Plus, Thomas," (She grins at him now, a hollow smile that lets him know exactly what he's chosen to fuck with)

"You've obviously never gotten on well with anybody, based on the fact that you feel the need to take out your aggression on two twenty-something year old girls?"

Tony is at a loss for words, so I decide to make my final statement brief. First, I tut at him, doing the same universal sign of disappointment that he'd just thrown towards my girlfriend, as if he were a child in need of discipline.

"My father would be disgusted, Tony… how dare you fuck with my girlfriend? What purpose do you think you're serving right now other than making me sick?"

I watch him scramble to collect enough words for his response.

"Emily, you shouldn't speak to a guest that way."

His condescending tone becomes more pronounced.

My eyebrows raise on their own accord when I spot my mother, who had been lingering just out of eyesight throughout the conversation, begin to walk towards the recliner that Tony say in. She placed one cold hand on his shoulder, shocking him enough to jump slightly in the cushioned seat that used to be my dad's favorite chair.

"Tony? I think it's time for you to leave," Jenna sneered at him, her repulsion thinly veiled by the frozen smile tacked across her face.

"As far as I'm concerned, this will be our last time seeing one another. So good riddance, Anthony, and leave this house knowing that Rob would've kicked the life out of you if he were alive today."

Tony goes to protest but my mom cuts him off.

"Don't waste your breath Tony… anyone who harasses my daughter and attempts to tarnish the good name of my family, and those linked to it…" She catches Naomi's eye then, "Should understand that they're not welcome in the slightest to step foot in my home once more."

Tony still doesn't make a move to get up, but what my mom, the surprisingly fierce Jenna Fitch, says next gets him scrambling.

"Also, it's actually rather pathetic that you feel the need to take out your frustration on my daughter and her girlfriend just because I denied your offer to a date last month."

Naomi cringes,

"Ohh, poor form, lad… really."

She couldn't help but get the last word as Tony walked out.

"Don't let the door hit you're fat arse on the way out! Lovely to meet you, Tommy!"

Even Jenna had to smile at that.

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I do my best to snap out of the sour mood that'd come over me after thinking about what had happened and set my focus to the task at hand: looking seriously fuckable for tonight's party. After all, isn't that what New Year's Eve is about?

I smirk at the thought of Naomi with her jaw on the ground, staring at me with nothing but lust in her eyes.

I love the fact that I can so easily have her wrapped around my fingers… although I love it more when I've got my fingers wrapped inside her. And my mouth-

Fuck's sake, Emily, get it together!

After a longer time than I'd care to admit, I'm finally settled in what I think should be the perfect outfit.

My hair has a soft wave to it from the wet weather, so I use it to my advantage and add a few more curls before grabbing the black bandana from my desk and folding it into one long strip, wrapping it around my head, and tying a knot at the top; like a slightly gayer Rosie the Riveter.

I quickly readjust my boxy, sheer gold sweater so it's hanging off one shoulder and showing a bit of skin.

The oversized top comes down to rest just below my ass, making the fact that I'm substituting pants for tattered black leggings socially acceptable. I finish the outfit with lip stain that matches my hair almost to a T and a chunky black necklace that hangs down to my midriff.

Thank fuck Katie and I were able to exchange gifts before tonight, because the gold-colored Doc Marten's she got me are working perfectly right about now.

I hear my bedroom door creak open as I finish tying my boots, and I can assume it's Naomi, finished with getting dressed in the spare room, based on the stare I feel on my ass.

I straighten up (yeah right?) and spin on my toe to face my girl.

Fucking. Christ.

She cleans up well, to say the least.

Perfectly-fitted black blazer with white color block sleeves, navy blue button down done up to the top button with a cute little white bow tie adorning her neck, slim fit black pants that are sagging just enough to make my mouth water, and some well worn, scuffed up white lace up ankle boots. Her hair is piled sloppily on top of her brilliant little head, with a few wisps of white-blonde hair falling down to frame her face.

I spend at least a solid minute and a half trailing my eyes lustfully up and down her body, and even once I'm done taking in the outfit she's still quiet.

I catch her eye and we don't even need to speak.

We look fucking good.

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Our outfits nearly don't make it out of my bedroom unscathed, it's only the shouts of my lovely, cock-blocking mother that draw us down stairs.

When she sees us she grins, like actually, genuinely grins, before winking at me and whispering loudly to Naomi about how taking Katie's fashion advice obviously worked out.

I raise a questioning eyebrow at the blonde and she shrugs sheepishly, defending herself with an honest "What? you know I'm shit at this kind of stuff, I needed some guidance…"

I grin and peck her on the cheek, speaking lowly into her ear.

"I don't mind, babe, it's just a shame you went through all that trouble when you're going to be naked for good part of the night."

My mom's startled face informs me that I hadn't been as stealthy as intended, but fuck it.

We pile into her car and sit in comfortable silence for the twenty minutes it takes to get to the party.

When we pull up I automatically see JJ stood at the door waving happily at us.

"Alright, girls, have a good time! And get home safely, call me if you need a ride."

We say our thanks and then we're out.

It might seem lame, being dropped off at a party by your mother, but it's well worth it to ensure that I don't have to drive home tonight. I plan on being way too drunk for that, and plus, drunk driving where I'm from can easily result in hitting a bear or driving off a fucking mountain. No thanks.

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I check my phone again, seeing that it's now only four minutes away from midnight.

This party has been a success if I don't say so myself. Me and Naomi only got gossiped about once, and that was probably our fault seeing as we almost fucked in the host's coat closet.

Plus, I say that we almost fucked in the closet only because Jay came looking for us and found me with my hand down Naomi's pants, effectively cutting off our festivities before they could really begin.

Moving on though, I'm stood on the back porch of whoever's house party we're crashing, the freezing temperatures are a welcome change to the overcrowded, sweaty skin-to-skin conditions inside. I'm about to get Naomi's attention from the kitchen (where she happens to be making us both another round of drinks) when my phone buzzes.

I look down quickly, seeing that it's now only two minutes from midnight, and see Katie's name flashing on the screen beneath the warning banner of 'new text message.'

I open it quickly, keeping in mind that Katie's like, three or four hours behind me and Naomi. I'm both shocked and relieved when I read the message.

Emsy! Effy just told me she loved me, I'm freaking out!

I thumb a quick reply as I spot my blonde crossing the porch to stand beside me.

Congrats Katiekins! Just tell her how you feel, because you obviously fucking love her too!

-One dyke to another,

Love, Emsxx

I laugh and turn my phone off, not wanting anything to interrupt the moment I'm about to share with Naomi.

All around us drunken 20 year olds are counting down from ten…

"Three! Two! One!"

My lips capture Naomi's before either of us can shout out the customary "Happy New Year!"

For the first time in my life, I can actually repeat those words and believe them. As long as I'm with Naomi Campbell, my year will be wonderful.

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Hey guys! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter :) Any and all mistakes, both spelling-wise and in terms of plot-gaps are mine. I got some sad news this week about my uncle being found dead in his apartment (natural causes, thankfully,) so I've spent the last two days shuffling from wake to funeral service to burial, which has definitely been draining. Regardless though, I hope you're all doing well and I'm eager to read what you have to say about this chapter.