So here we are again, sorry this one wasn't up as quickly as the others, I ran away to Norway for a week so it was slightly delayed. And after the promise of smut as well...such a meanie! ;)

We are still having a ball writing this for you guys, hopefully it shows. But I'll leave you in peace now...can't say it's lock the door smut but a pre-warning you might get a little hot under the collar!

Emily:

It had actually been pretty fucking easy to find out where Naomi was staying. Tomo was an easy bribe and had the ability to remember every person he met, at least vaguely enough to remember a tall blonde, who had apparently caused quite a scene in the foyer yesterday. It only cost me a couple of cream cakes at lunch to get him to divulge what room she was staying in. Or in this case a private bloody Villa. Those things cost upwards of about £2000 a week, suddenly the cheap arse bottle of wine I'd planned on giving her seemed a little bit inadequate.

I'd been thinking about her in that bikini all day, I'm surprised that I'd even managed to achieve anything at all. I don't think I'd ever been so happy to punch my card out. Usually Cook had to drag me away from the animals kicking and screaming, but not tonight. I'd decided I needed to make my move before Cook got anywhere near her. He wasn't a completely shallow bastard, but Naomi in all her fucking glory was enough to make anyone chase after her like a dog with a ball.

When I got back to my room I smelt like shit, quite literally, so I knew I had to grab a shower before I got within a hundred meters of Naomi. At that point the blonde in that almost non-existing navy bikini still hadn't left my mind, and being alone with nothing else but her to occupy my thoughts had me needing a shower for an entirely different reason altogether.

After switching the water on, I started pulling my vest top over my head all the while with my eyes fixedly shut, recalling glorious mental images of a half naked Naomi sprawled out on the sunlounger. Her beautiful, smooth-looking legs that just seemed to go on forever had been etched into my brain. I started unbuttoning my shorts, slowly, as I thought about how perfectly toned her stomach had been, how sexy her hip bones had looked. Fuck.

I ran my hand over my bare skin as I imagined running my hands up her legs whilst letting my mouth explore every crevice of her stomach, the space near her hip bones and down towards the crease where her long beautiful legs began. As the fantasy raged in my head I'd eased out of my shorts and was stood in front of the mirror. My breathing was deep and heavy, my cheeks flushed as red as my hair. I was turned on more than I could ever remember being just by thinking about what I wanted to do to her. What the fuck was happening to me?

I took off my bra next and slipped out of my now ridiculously damp knickers before stepping into the shower. As I let the warm, comfortable water wash over me I shook my head in a feeble attempt to rid my mind of the blonde Goddess that seemed to demand my every thought. It didn't work, so I decided to stop fighting it and see where my imagination could take me. As soon as I closed my eyes again and started recalling how unbelievable her tits had looked in that bikini I was a lost cause. My imagination didn't have to do much work. The two-piece she had been wearing didn't leave many gaps for me to fill in, instead my brain created a fabulous illusion about ripping off the offending clothing before attacking her nipples with my mouth.

At that point I was leant against the wall, already squeezing my own tits, getting more turned on with every passing second. As I imagined running my hand down her body and gracefully underneath her damp bikini bottoms, I ran my hand down my own soapy torso and slowly between my thighs. I gasped slightly at how wet I was for her. I thought about Naomi being that wet for me, which made my knees go weak and threaten to collapse from nothing other than my own excitement.

I opened my eyes slightly, my breathing heavy, my right hand still making circles around my core, the other clasped tightly around one of my tits. I imagined her fucking me then, the wild look in her eyes as she played with my clit. I looked up at the shower head, and didn't think twice before I grabbed it and slid down the cool tiled wall into a sitting position. I didn't waste any time at all, I made sure the water was caressing exactly the right spot allowing my free hand to find my nipples again. I saw her writhing and moaning beneath me and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I imagined trailing kisses along her neck, licking and biting down on her pulse point, making her scream out in pleasure.

I was so close by then, so desperate for the release. I could almost feel my lips finding hers, tasting her as she granted my tongue access to her mouth immediately. In my mind, she was having trouble concentrating on that feverish kiss as my fingers were thrusting in and out of her, curling just at the right spot, and I could almost hear her crying out my name in pleasure. In my mind, I was forcing her to look into my eyes as I pushed her over the edge and made her come harder than she ever had around my fingers. Thinking about looking into those completely breathtaking, alluring blue eyes while she was falling hard and fast into the abyss completely did it for me and I came so unbelievably fucking hard, sprawled out on the floor of my shower.

As the stars started to clear and my heart rate returned to something near normal I couldn't help but think how amazing that had felt just thinking about fucking her. If I ever got the chance she would probably be able to throw me full force into oblivion. Fuck.
Once I had regained full control over my legs I wandered back into the bedroom to decide what the hell I was going to wear. This was probably one of the most difficult outfit choices, nothing too smutty that it screamed how much I wanted her, but nothing too prudish either...I needed to show off just the right amount of Fitch goodness.

Where was Katie when I fucking needed her, she was my twin sister and always knew what to wear, clothes were her thing. Especially when it came to looking smoking hot whilst maintaining a certain level of je ne sais quoi. I started looking through my wardrobe, nothing worked. I had clothes for going out and clothes for staying in but nothing that was middle of the road. It didn't take long for all my stuff to be in a heap on the floor and for me to be none the fucking wiser about what I was going to wear.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, so I turned on my laptop and hoped to see that little green tick next to Katie's name. She was usually online, waiting on the off chance to skype her boyfriend, Danny. He was a wannabee footballer and a complete prick. He was also away from home a lot and when he wasn't busy fucking other girls Katie would be there waiting to strip for him. I'd tried to talk to her about it but as usual Katiekins knew best. I clicked to initiate a video call with her and waited whilst she was probably putting on something more family friendly before answering.

"Make it quick, Ems." Katie didn't do hello, it actually surprised me that she answered at all. Usually she was far too busy to talk to me.

"Nice to see you too, bitch." I smiled at her, we ripped the shit out of each other most of the time now, but we used to be inseparable. Until we were nine we even used to take a dump at the same time. As we grew up the relationship became a lot more strained, but we were twins and we loved each other before everything else. She was the only one who still treated me like an actual human being after I came out and I would never forget that.

"Shut it, lezzer...what the fuck do you want?" I missed her so much sometimes, she was a rude cantankerous bitch but if you saw through that facade she was simply a strong beautiful woman.

"I need your help, slag." I said as I turned the laptop round so that it faced my wardrobe and stood up in front of the camera. She moved too then so that she was lying on her stomach on her bed in our old bedroom and gave me her full attention.

"What else is fucking new?" She full on belly laughed at me and I did the mature thing and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Look, I need something that is going to make her drool like a bulldog but doesn't scream 'fuck me right here right now'. Unfortunately, I've got pretty limited resources." I said and held up a couple of my more seductive tops. I'd already settled on some black linen tailored shorts that showed just enough thigh.

I quickly realised that my idea of 'seductive' was something that was skintight and showing as much flesh as possible, my favourite being a red satin top that looked as though it had been poured on. Katie however obviously had other ideas as she made yet another disapproving grunt at me and waved her hand ordering me to get the next one.

"Oi, that's mine you fucking tea leaf!" She exclaimed. I'd forgotten that I'd taken a few of Katie's clothes with me, but oh well, what was she going to do about it? I was thousands of miles away and had no plans to go home just yet.

"It's a good thing one of us has style, Ems, that's the only decent thing you've got!" She said and nodded at the white cotton vest top that had caught her eye. Unfortunately she was right...it was perfect. Glorious soft cotton that felt divine against my skin and allowed my cleavage just enough room yet accentuated everything perfectly. The only distinguishing feature was a zip that ran completely down the front, adding just a touch of mystery. I was hoping Naomi would spend the entire evening working out whether I would just spill out of it if she dared to reach over and pull.

"You're a genius, Katie, I never thought I would be thankful that you were such a fucking slapper!" We laughed together, it was moments like these that made me want to go back home, just for a few weeks, but then I realised that I'd have to see the rest of my family as well. Maybe not such a good idea.

"Seriously Katie, th…" I started.

"Sorry Em, gotta go, boyfriends to see and I'm far too properly dressed for that. Laters." With that she was gone and I was left gazing at nothingness.

"...ank you. I love you." I was talking to a black screen. I shook my head and turned around to examine myself in the mirror. Even I had to agreed that I looked drop dead bloody gorgeous, I cast aside any negative feelings and built myself up for a night of allure and alcohol.

When I walked over to the private villa Tomo had told me she was staying in, I was feeling rather confident. The outfit Katie had helped me pick out helped a lot, but it wasn't just that. I'd started thinking it over, and I'm not sure if it was wishful thinking or not, but the way she'd looked at me had definitely been more than friendly. She'd been checking me out, she must've, and I couldn't wait to see her reaction to the outfit I was currently wearing. What I hadn't been counting on though, was what she was wearing...or rather wasn't.

"Emily?" She answered the door surprised, and for the second time that day it seemed as if I forgot how to breathe and every bit of the confidence I'd been feeling evaporated from me in an instant.

I couldn't help but blatantly check her out, I mean, she was standing in front of me in nothing but a navy bra and a pair of rather short shorts, how could I not? It should be fucking illegal to look that bloody sexy in a bra... And a lace one at that. I couldn't stop staring, and I couldn't stop imagining pushing her inside the villa, tearing the bra off as quickly as I could and just fucking her senseless on the nearest available surface. With thoughts like that in my mind, I turned into a right fumbling mess, and I couldn't seem to stop fiddling with that stupid bottle of wine.

"Hey, I just thought I'd come and check on you, make sure you aren't suffering from post traumatic stress or something..." I smiled shyly, almost blurting out the words, "...and I thought we could have a drink? If you're up for it?"

I shoved the bottle into her hands then and I immediately wanted to punch myself for how awkward I was suddenly acting.

"Sure, I've just ordered a shit load of food if you want to join me?" She asked and stepped aside to give me room to join her inside.

For some reason it surprised me that she wasn't just slamming the door in my face, but I certainly wasn't about to complain. Before I had a chance to accept her offer though, a very unwelcome and annoyingly familiar voice rang out behind me.

"Emilio! What's up Red? We hanging tonight or what?" I turned around to see Cook approaching us and my entire body stiffened by the realisation that he had either followed me there or had been to see Tomo as well.

"Who's your friend?" He asked, bold as fucking brass, blatantly running his eyes up and down her body, tosser. I went to speak, honest I did, but I didn't have a clue what to say. This would be a lot easier in the animal world, I'd either make an intimidating noise and he'd think better of challenging me, fight him to the death or just piss all over Naomi to mark her as mine. I'd probably prefer any one of those scenarios rather than being stuck in a room with both of them. Talk about awkward.

"Hi..." She glanced at me, shit, I had been too wrapped up in trying to persuade myself to say something witty, that I had forgotten to fucking say anything at all.

"I'm Naomi, I was just telling Emily that I've ordered far to much food and I'm in the mood to get completely fucking wasted, but I might need a hand finding the best bar though." Brilliant, I should've just told Cook to fuck off and that I saw her first. Now I was stuck with the fabulously shit arrangement of spending the entire evening fighting for Naomi's attention whilst trying not to scare her off as I still didn't have a fucking clue whether she was into girls. Internal rant over.

"You're my kind of girl Naomi, all bra and no fucking trousers..." The bastard had the nerve to say and I had to summon all my willpower not to kick him square in the bollocks, which would probably only result in Naomi thinking I belonged in a mental institution... Or jail.

By the time the food arrived I had just about had enough of seeing the two of them hitting it off, so I gladly excused myself to get some glasses for the wine. I couldn't for the life of me understand why a girl like Naomi would fall for Cook's charm, she was actually fucking laughing at his god awful jokes. Maybe I'd been wrong about her, maybe my mind had conjured up this entire dream girl scenario of her, but in reality she was just like every other girl who fell for the charms of the Cookie Monster.

I honestly didn't know who the hell I was trying to fool, there was no denying that seeing her with Cook made my fucking blood boil, but that didn't change the fact that she was still bloody amazing. Just hearing her laugh, even if it was of one of Cook's less appropriate jokes, it still made my heart beat that little bit faster, as sappy as that might sound. If only Cook would've fucked off tonight I could've had time to figure Naomi out more, figure out if I even stood a chance with her, but no, the wanker just had to fucking show up and ruin what could've been a perfect chance for me to win the stupid bet before it even began.

"Fucking hell," I exclaimed out loud, partly because I was frustrated at Cook and the entire situation I found myself dumped in and partly because I couldn't reach the fucking glasses on the top shelf. Just bloody great!

"Need a hand?" An unmistakable soft voice asked behind me, and before I had a chance to turn around and answer, she was leaning over me, pressing against me from behind, to grab the glasses.

It was a wonder I didn't collapse on the floor in that moment. To be honest I probably would have were it not for her wedging me between her warmth and the kitchen cabinet. Having her that close to me meant that not only could I feel her tits against my back, even through the vest top that she had adorned, but also that I was overwhelmed by the smell of her perfume mixed with something that was instinctively her. It drove me fucking insane.

She placed the glasses on the counter, but didn't move away. I could hear her breaths growing heavy, and as if not to scare her away, I slowly turned around so that our lips were as close as they could get except for the difference in height between us. She was wearing a serious expression, almost thoughtful. Her pupils were dilated and she was just staring at me like she was trying to solve an intricate puzzle.

I'm not sure how long we were simply stood there, breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes. At one point she started biting her bottom lip slightly, which was enough to make me practically soak through my knickers and melt into a puddle of Fitch.

She lifted her hand and gently removed a strand of hair from my face, instead of tucking it behind my ear she simply ended up twirling it in around her fingers. I couldn't look away from her, it was like I was frozen in place by her ice blue eyes. She seemed mesmerised by that strand of hair, but then she frowned slightly and seemed go to say something, only when she looked back into my eyes, she seemed to forget whatever it was. Instead of saying anything, instead of stepping back away from me, leaving me quivering for her, she leaned forward and I could have sworn she would've kissed me, I'm almost certain. Inevitable, the spell was broken by the annoying, loud, voice of Cook's from the living room. Fucking typical.

"Oi, Red, Blondie, where the fuck's my drink, eh?" I was going to kill him, I was going to strangle him with his own fucking braces.

Naomi looked spooked, fucking freaked out actually and nearly fell over herself grabbing the glasses and returning to the dick head sat on her sofa. I heard the cork pop and the laughter resume, I wanted to puke, I'd been so damn close yet here I was standing alone in the kitchen, drumming my fingers over the cabinet, thinking if anyone would notice if I fed the lions something more Bristolian for breakfast.

I counted to ten before rejoining them, mostly because I wasn't completely confident that my legs would be able to brace my weight after that intimacy with Naomi. But also because I knew the scene that I would be walking back into. Sure enough there he was, on the sofa necking back a glass of my wine, arm around Naomi's shoulders showing off his tattoos. There was a glass of rosé already poured for me, which I promptly ignored, opened the vodka and downed a couple of mouthfuls. It tasted fucking horrible, the cheap stuff always did have a hint of paint stripper to it, but it made me feel slightly better about everything. Alcohol may not be the answer but it certainly helps you forget the bloody question, in this case it helped me focus on having a fun night with a good friend and an awesome girl, rather than wondering whether Naomi wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Let's face it, with the three of us, a bottle of shit wine and a bottle of even worse vodka, it was never going to take long before we were happily tipsy. I'd got through a glass and a bit of wine, several gulps of vodka and a few beers that Naomi had found in the fridge, I was definitely feeling it. However as neither the blonde temptress or the shit face with the wiggling eyebrows was drunk enough, in my ultimate wisdom I suggested a friendly game of never have I ever.

It started off with the more mundane boring shit that everyone had done, just to get the alcohol flowing nicely. After god knows how many shots of vodka it started to turn a lot more interesting.

"Never have I ever walked in on a friend, knowing that they were having sex, just for shits and giggles." I knew Cook had to drink, he'd barged in on me fucking Kerry, the last girl who'd had the pleasure of me between her thighs.

"You love a bit of exhibitionism Red! You knew I was there really didn't you!?" Naomi's eyebrows raised just a little at Cooks latest admission, but then that gorgeous fucking smile crept back over her lips. God she was sexy.

"You're an arsehole!" I scorned with slightly too much attitude, I tried to convince myself that it was just a game, but I was trying to make him look bad just as much as he was trying to make me angry about it.

"Never have I ever had sex on a mode of public transportation." Naomi continued as Cook pouted at me. He took a big swig and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Train." He said triumphantly, there was no need for me to drink this time, I couldn't think of anything worse. Cook was right in a way, the thought of being caught having sex was a turn on, but public transport, seriously? Back home you can catch a disease just by looking at some of the seats on the bus. Fucking disgusting.

I couldn't keep the shocked expression off my face as Naomi downed her latest shot. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders whilst Cook fell about laughing. I resisted the urge to remind her that the idea was to try and get other people drunk, not to drink yourself.

"Replacement bus service back from a night out. The guy was a completely useless shag though so I'm not sure it even counted!" I felt heat rise up the back of my neck and was suddenly fighting the urge to vomit. I'd guessed that she had been with men, a girl as drop dead stunning as her was never going to be a virgin at our age, but hearing her admit it made me slightly nauseous.

"If ya wanna have a proper shag to make up for it, Blondie.. You and me, we should go to it." Cook said with that bloody charming boyish smile of his. I couldn't believe he was being so forward about it, but I also knew that for some reason it usually worked. I just hoped Naomi wouldn't fall for it.

"Excuse me?" Naomi laughed, making my heart skip a beat, "Go to it?"

"Definitely." Cook said grinning and I felt like I was holding my breath as Naomi thought of an answer to his... proposition. "I might even call it a date."

Wait, what? I looked over at Cook in disbelief, he really was going all in on the bet if he was willing to take a girl out on an actual date, well, more or less. I was sat there, helpless, as Naomi squinted her eyes and looked sideways at him, seemingly actually considering his offer.

"You're sweet," she finally said, "but no offense, you've got as much chance of fucking me as becoming employee of the month."

It took me a second to comprehend what she was saying before I burst out laughing. The look on Cook's face was priceless and Naomi soon joined in on the laughter. When we finally started to quiet down, I put a hand on her thigh without thinking, looked over at her and said, "fucking hell, good one."

She turned her head to look into my eyes, and the moment she did I completely forgot where we were again. I've heard people say that they could get lost in someone's eyes before, but I always thought it was simply words people used when they just needed something sappy to say. I never understood that it was actually possible, until in that moment.

"Thank you," she smirked, surprising me by not removing my hand, "I just really doubt you can become employee of the month by perving on girls by the pool all day long."
I felt my cheeks turn the color of my hair. If she'd noticed Cook by the pool then it was more than likely she'd noticed me perving as well. I didn't get a chance to reply before Cook decided to try and save some of his pride... Unfortunately that involved trying to make me look bad.

"Never have I ever had sex with a girl." He said and downed another beer.

"You realise the point of the game is making the other people drink, right?" Naomi turned her head away from me and asked him, seemingly still oblivious to the fact that I too would have to drink.

"Fully aware of that, Naomikins," he said smiling and looked over at me. Fucking wanker.
Naomi looked over at me then, as I removed my hand that had been resting on her thigh. I wasn't ashamed of my sexuality, in fact I was rather proud of who I was, but that wasn't exactly the way I'd wanted Naomi to find out. I didn't look at her as I took a drink, but looked right at Cook, quietly telling him he could fuck right off.

"Oh." Naomi exclaimed softly and after a moment she cleared her throat and shifted slightly uncomfortable in her seat, "well, maybe we should get going soon. The rents are probably on their way back and if they find us here they will quite certainly kill me and then drag my lifeless body around with them for the rest of the holiday."

"Right." I said and figured as long as the cat was out of the bag I might as well go all in, "well, let me just down the rest of my beer before we leave." I looked right at Naomi then, smirking, in a way that forced her to look at me before I said, "Never have I ever made myself come in the last 12 hours due to an extremely hot fantasy caused by spending a little too much time at the pool."

I downed my drink without breaking eye contact, licked my lips and winked at her. She was simply staring at me, mouth slightly open, her pupils starting to dilate. I took that as a good sign as I stood up, grabbed my clutch and went for the door.

Oh Emily, she has such a way with words doesn't she?!

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