Two chapters in one day, I hear you ask. Well I couldn't really leave you hanging after the last one. Cat, you don't have to worry about the nurses anymore but be warned…Things might get a leetle bit dutty.
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22. A Fear Of Falling
Katie
The stupid thing was that I had been so fucking happy. For five short minutes I thought I was about to get everything I'd ever wanted. But when Emily had come back into the pub she had smashed my dream to pieces with a swiftly delivered kick in the tits of truth. Of course Freddie didn't love me. He didn't even really want me, and he'd just made me rip the emotional guts out of the only person that did. The only thing that mattered now was finding her and stopping her from hurting herself again. I knew I'd fucked up badly this time, and it was up to me to sort it. I deliberately sent Emily the wrong way, cause even though I knew she would be worried about her friend, I wanted to be the one to find Effy. I knew I was the only one who could actually stop her from going off the deep end. And there was always the chance that I was wrong about where I thought she'd be, so it would be good to have Ems out there searching for her too. For once, I didn't give a shit that there was mud all over my shoes and the rain was fucking up my perfectly coiffured hair. Effy was all that mattered now.
I made my way straight over to the church. There was a little arboretum thing round the back of it with a high bench built into the wall. It has kind of become mine and Effy's little meeting place. It was where we went when we wanted to hide away from the prying eyes and the gossips. Something that was happening more and more. It was where she took me when she found me upset over Thomas before we ended up back at the boat. It was a place that meant something to us both, and if she wanted me to find her that's where she would be. I just prayed that she wanted me to find her.
Things with Effy had been complicated ever since she had arrived here. At first I just thought she was really cool, and was more than a little jealous that she seemed to have chosen Emily as a best friend. But then came the first bunch of flowers from my 'mystery admirer', swiftly followed by a series of beautiful gifts. I can still remember the thrill I experienced every time there was a new parcel at my door. It didn't feel creepy at all, because the gifts were so tasteful and the messages that accompanied them so beautifully worded. I was sure that when I met this mystery guy, he would turn out to be my Prince Charming. It felt really cute and old-fashioned and romantic to be courted rather than just propositioned, and I could sense my mother getting just as excited as I was, desperate to meet this wonderful gentleman. Emily remained unreservedly tight lipped about the whole thing. At the time I put it down to plain jealousy, but of course it was because she knew exactly who the gifts were coming from and was trying not to prejudice the eventual outcome.
I can remember as clear as if it were yesterday the night that Effy confessed the true identity of my suitor. I behaved like a spoilt child throwing my toys out of the pram, but I was furious that this amazing fantasy guy that I'd built up in my head had turned out to be a girl. Even back then it was because I'd allowed myself to fall for the idea of her, and I was incensed that I had been deceived. Of course, I hadn't really been deceived, I'd just made assumptions that the person who loved me was a guy. Cause it was obvious from the letters that she had sent me that it was love, but I let my anger and my embarrassment blind me to that fact. I never told my mother that it was Effy, simply made up some bullshit about 'him' having to move to Canada to deal with some family emergency, making 'him' out to be all noble and shit sacrificing 'his' own happiness for family duty. Yeah well, she fucking lapped that up, didn't she? She used to sit comforting me, and telling me that maybe one day 'he'd' be able to come back and find me.
That's when Effy and I entered what I like to call the 'Revenge Fucking' period. I was so unnerved, that I would jump on every piece of cock I could find, just to show myself and the world that I wasn't going to end up like my sister. Yes, I was that fucking shallow. Even though Emily was her own woman by then, and hugely popular despite the supposed stigma of being gay, I still couldn't stand to think that because a girl had fancied me, I would be tarred with the same brush. Effy fought back by doing exactly the same thing, except she didn't care whether it was boys or girls that she fucked. It made me mad because it somehow spoiled everything she had told me in those letters, everything that a part of me still wanted to believe. That I was brave, beautiful and amazing and worthy of being loved.
Those were dark days for both of us, with a lot of ill-advised fucking and drowning out the consequences with pills and booze. The thing I had been so terrified of people knowing had somehow become common knowledge anyway. Everyone knew that Effy was in love with me, and that she had been my mystery admirer all along. I tried to stay away from her as much as possible, especially when I had to listen to Cook telling me how good she was in bed and making lewd suggestions that we should get it on and let him watch. But it was hard to avoid her. She was my sister's best friend and she was always turning up at our house. Even Jenna fucking adored her, principally because she wasn't sleeping with Emily, I think.
There was a time when I found myself genuinely hoping that she would. The pair of them seemed so close and it would have been a neat little solution. I would get to have Effy in my life without the complications of sex, and Ems would get a beautiful girlfriend who I knew was capable of a deep and abiding love. Except that Effy's deep and abiding love remained stubbornly fixed in my direction, and so the games continued.
Until that night in Cardiff when everything changed. I was high as a fucking kite, fuelled with fluffy love drugs and thinking everyone was beautiful. It wasn't hard. All our drugs came from Effy and she never let me pay for any of them. At first I tried to offer, just so she wouldn't have any hold on me, but she simply refused. Left with the choice of going into Swansea and paying good money for some well dodgy shit, or getting the purest high quality gear for free, I swallowed my pride and took the freebies. To be fair, she never once tried to use it against me, and I knew she never let Ems pay for anything either.
So there we were, the whole gang of us bouncing around the club loving all the pretty things. I caught my sister surreptitiously edging herself closer to dancing with some stunning looking woman in the hopes of a sneaky midnight kiss, and thought about finding a hunky guy to do the same. I didn't fancy getting stuck with Cook or Jonno's tongues down my throat, so I started casting my eyes around and that's when I realised that Effy was missing. For some reason I abandoned my hunky guy search and became obsessed with finding her before the clock struck twelve. Looking back, I knew that whatever excuse I made up at the time, it was really because she was the one I wanted to kiss. I was curious. I'd seen my sister kissing quite a few girls by then, and although I always pretended I was grossed out, I was actually quite intrigued. My stupid fucking mother had always insisted that gay sex wasn't 'proper' sex, and yet Emily and her girls had never seemed bothered by that alleged fact. When I found Effy, I did my best to drag her back down to the gang. That way I could disguise my choice as the best of a bad bunch of options, and have an excuse to break away if it turned out to be weird. But she refused to come down and I stayed with her anyway. It was just a New Years' kiss, right? It didn't mean anything.
Except that it did. I could blame it on the drugs, and afterwards I repeatedly did, but I couldn't hide the fact that kissing Effy was fucking sensational. For a few glorious moments I lost myself in her completely. I simply hadn't expected it to feel that good. It was that, that made me want to run in the end, not the fact that I hated it. If it had been bad or even indifferent, I could have shrugged it off and gone back to how we were. But I felt the sexual pressure of her hips against me, and I knew that if I didn't stop it soon, I would end up sleeping with her. I panicked, but Effy had sensed that something had changed between us. She knew that I had felt something too, and she promised she would wait until I was ready.
A year and a half later and I still wasn't ready. Pathetic I know, but I was scared as hell. I'd developed my little obsession with Freddie as a defence mechanism, and I still behaved appallingly, desperately trying to find the magic prince who would take me away from my confusion. Effy was true to her word. She stopped sleeping with other people from that night onwards, and slowly my fear transformed from the fear of sleeping with another girl to the fear of Effy herself. Fear of this love that was so fucking powerful, all I could ever do would be to disappoint her. The longer she waited for me, the more terrifying it became, but I increasingly grew to like the fact that she was mine. I knew that I was taking her for granted, but it just seemed like I could fuck around as much as I like, and she would always be there for me.
Until the American had come and snatched my comfort blanket away from me. Even though I didn't deserve it, I was furious at the thought that Effy might have broken her promise to me. Which of course she hadn't, and it was stupid of me to doubt her. I was so close to kissing her when I had her up against the wall yesterday morning, but then she cut me with the inconvenient truth about the men I had taken an interest in. Had I really been setting myself up to fail?
It hadn't seemed like it when Freddie showed up with that beautiful bunch of flowers, but as I ran towards the church that night, I realised that the first thought that had shot into my head when he had, was 'this'll show Effy'. It wasn't really about Freddie at all. It was about her. About how over the years she had simply crept into my blood, and now she was a part of me. Whatever I did from this point on would somehow link back to her.
When I rounded the corner to the back of the church, I was relieved that I could hear noises from within the aboretum, but that sense of disbelief quickly dissipated when I realised the noise was of someone crying their fucking heart out. I ran to where Effy came into view and promptly froze. I had expected her to be angry. I had expected her to be wasted. What I hadn't expected was this terrifyingly raw display of pure emotion. Effy was always a hardnut. Effy didn't cry. She certainly didn't cry like this, as if somebody had literally reached in and pulled her heart right from her chest.
"Effy," I said helplessly, completely at a loss as to what to do. I had come here expecting a fight.
"Shit, Katie," she said wiping desperately at her eyes with the heels of her hands. "I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to see me like this."
Instead of going into the shelter of the arboretum, I stood there like a lemon in the rain. She was apologising to me?
"I'm sorry," she said again, still trying to wipe her tears away.
She reached out to the bench beside her and picked up a bottle of vodka, moving to take a large swig. In a second I was stood in front of her.
"Give me that," I commanded, snatching the bottle away from her. "I'm not going to let you fuck yourself up again over me. What have you taken?"
"Nothing, yet," she answered with a teary half smile. "I couldn't seem to stop crying long enough to sort myself out."
"C'mere," I said, putting the bottle down on the floor and moving forward to wrap her in my arms. I was still stood up, but she flung her arms around my waist and pulled me to her.
"We're not going to go down that road tonight, ok?' I said.
"Ok," she murmured into my chest, and clung onto me.
I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head as her body shook with a final few sobs.
"It's ok, Eff," I assured her. "It's going to be ok. I told him where to shove his stupid flowers. Well actually I shoved them there for him."
I felt the shudder of her laughter against me, but she still didn't relinquish her grip. The trees that were intertwined above our heads protected us from the worst excesses of the rain, and so I just let her stay there, occasionally kissing her soft brown hair.
"Are you ok, Eff?" I asked her after several minutes of silence.
"Mmmhmmm," she murmured, making me move to disentangle from the embrace.
"Are you sure?" I said. "I never wanted to hurt you like that, you know."
"I'm on Cloud Nine, in Seventh Heaven, in Paradise and Shangri Fucking La," she replied.
"You what?" I said in confusion.
"Katie, you do realise where my head is right now?" she said in a tone that told me immediately that she was smirking. "Not about to give that up in a hurry."
I had been so concerned about her state of mind that I hadn't realised that our relative seated and standing positions had left her head planted firmly against my tits.
"Pervert,' I said, pulling away, but almost instantly realising I was missing the contact.
"That was beautiful," smiled Effy, her eyes still red from her tears. "You're beautiful."
"Well you've got good taste, I'll give you that," I smiled down at her, pushing my hands through her hair. Her eyes dropped back down to my tits.
"What?" I said.
"It's just I've never been this close to them before. I was just wondering…"
"What?" I repeated.
"Can I touch them?" she said shyly.
I was the first girl in our year at school to get breasts, and the innocence of her request reminded me of all the little twelve year old boys who used to beg me to grant them the very same favour.
"Well it is your birthday, I suppose," I said.
Effy's eyes went wide with surprise, but she didn't question my answer just in case I changed my mind. Instead she slowly raised her hand and reached for me as reverently as if she had just been granted permission to stroke the Mona Lisa. The first touch of her fingers was so delicate and so sensitive, but its effect still ricocheted through the fabric of my top and into my whole of my upper body. When she gently spread out her fingers and softly explored my texture with her palm, I felt grateful that I already had my arms around her neck for support. I risked a glance down at her, and caught a face that was full of wonder and respect. Her other hand came up to join its partner and she cupped both my breasts and rested her forehead in between them. I could feel my nipples starting to harden, and she glanced her thumbs across me to feel them rise under her touch. She released one side to allow her lips to ghost against me, and I had to let my head fall back, and an involuntary 'fuck' escaped my lips as a surge of arousal flooded through my body. It was always the same the few times I had let her touch me. I found myself immersed in feelings that I never expected to have.
"You ok, Katie?" I heard her whisper, and I looked down to see her gazing up at me, her bloodshot eyes carrying a cocktail of heady lust and love. Her lips were slightly parted, and what I did next came from a place that was stronger than the fear.
I leant down and kissed her, and it was everything I remembered from before. This time I was stone cold sober, but the sensations were every bit as magical. Her lips were so incredibly soft and they danced with mine in a perfect choreography. It was a gentle exploration, soft open mouthed kisses that demanded nothing of either party. Her hands slipped away from my tits and slid down to wrap themselves around my bum as we continued to trade tentative teenage kisses for quite some time. I was still too nervous to go any further and Effy was too nervous to push, not wanting to freak me out and frighten me away. In the end it was me that deepened it. Effy had just let out a little moan into my mouth and it made me want to grab her bottom lip with my teeth and tug at it. So I did just that, eliciting an even sexier groan from her. I released her lip and moved forward again, pushing my tongue into her mouth and feeling hers flick out to meet me. Again, I reigned myself in before I lost it completely, and Effy let me keep us there, snogging sexily, but with each of us holding our raw passion at bay. I knew I couldn't keep kissing her like this forever, but I was reluctant to break the moment. She felt so good with her lips and her tongue starting tiny little fires every time they touched me, that I didn't want to let this go. I realised that all those times I had run from her weren't because I didn't feel anything for her, but because I felt too much.
Effy stood up slowly still kissing me and I felt the familiar panic rising again. I expected to feel her hands start roaming over my body. I expected her to grab my arse and pull me tight. I expected her to turn up the heat, and I was terrified I couldn't handle it. But what she did was pull away and gently cup my face.
"You kiss like a goddess," she told me.
Then she took my hands and stood and waited. She smiled at me adoringly. She was telling me that even though she had waited for me all this time, and even after what had just happened, she was happy to wait for me still. My next words were out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to process them.
"Let's go to the boat," I said.
Effy tried not to show it, but her pupils automatically widened in a mixture of arousal and surprise.
"If that's what you want." She said softly.
"I'm not promising anything," I qualified. "It's just it's getting pretty cold and damp out here."
"Whatever you want, my love," she whispered in my ear as she pulled me into a light embrace. "Whatever you want."
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"Would you like something to drink?" she offered as we walked down the steps into the cabin.
Hell yeah, I wanted a goddamn drink. I knew that coming to the boat had been my idea, but now that we were here I felt more terrified than ever. It wasn't that I didn't trust Effy, I knew she would be the perfect fucking gentleman. I didn't trust myself, and the soggy messed up soup of emotions that were haunting me.
"What have you got?" I attempted nonchalance.
"I was thinking a little champagne," smiled Effy. "Now that every fucker knows about my birthday, I guess I might as well attempt to celebrate it."
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
Once we had settled down with the champagne, Effy reached into the inside pocket of her discarded leather jacket and pulled out a bag of powder.
"Fancy a little coke to go with that?" she asked me.
"Effy Stonem, are you trying to get me wasted so you can have your wicked way with me?" I said cheekily.
"No," she said in alarm. "We don't have to if you don't want to."
I had to admit, I was slightly disappointed at her answer. She went to put the drugs away until I reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her. A couple of drinks and a couple of lines in and the conversation was obviously starting to flow a lot more freely. We talked about all sorts of nonsense. In fact we talked about anything and everything except what was going on between us, and though I found myself really loving her company, I half wished she would just jump me and get it over with. I wished she would just take the decision out of my terrified shaking hands. But Effy was incredibly strong-willed about that. She was in this for the long game, and I think she needed to know I was coming to her willingly, and consequently she would do nothing to force my hand. Nothing that I could use as an excuse to run from her.
We were chatting about Emily and Naomi when I was suddenly seized by the need for action. I could see what my sister had with her girlfriend, and for all the men that I had shagged, the only person I could imagine being that close to was Effy.
"Scoot up, babes," I said.
Effy shimmied out from behind the table, presuming I just needed the loo or something, but as soon as we were both out in an open part of the bench seat, I surprised her by flipping myself round until I was sitting on her lap straddling her.
"Oh," she said at this new development, and I smirked down at her.
It wasn't often anyone got to surprise Effy, and it made me feel pretty good.
"Tell me who you are, Effy Stonem," I asked her.
"You know me," she replied.
"I don't know you like Emily does," I said. "I bet you tell her everything."
"Almost," said Effy, making me smile. There were ways in which I could know her which even Emily didn't.
"So I'm going to ask you some questions," I informed her. "And for each answer that I'm satisfied with, you get a kiss."
"Fire away," said Effy, grinning back up at me.
"Who's Cat?" I asked.
"She's looking up her family history," replied Effy. "We're helping her dive to find the wreck of her great granddad's boat."
She pursed her lips at me hopefully.
"No kiss for that one," I shrugged. "I said I had to be satisfied with the answer."
"And you weren't?" said Effy.
"I thought she must be something to do with that pipeline," I said triumphantly.
"Pipeline?"
"The one that you and Emily blew up," I stated confidently.
Effy's eyes widened in surprise. I was on a fucking roll tonight.
"Emily told you?" asked Effy.
"In a way," I conceded. "I can feel her you know. It has to be strong emotion, but I can sense her. That night I couldn't sleep. Naomi had already been round in a flap about you and Ems, but I told her you wouldn't cheat on me."
"Technically, I don't think it's cheating if you're not actually in a relationship," said Effy.
"Thing is I knew something was going on with Ems that night. For some reason I got the impression that she was scared, and Emily never gets scared. When I saw the news the next day, I put two and two together."
Effy looked up at me in admiration.
"You're definitely way smarter than most people give you credit for," she grinned. "Cat's a Sea Ninja, and she's here because we're going on another mission."
"Good girl," I said, and rewarded her with a sensual kiss.
Effy tried to follow me upwards when I broke it, but I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down into the bench.
"Next question," she said breathlessly, and I discovered that I really enjoyed seeing her wound up like this.
"What's it like going down on a girl?" I said. "I imagine it can't be that different from blowing a guy. You know, not that great but you have to do it cause it makes them happy."
Effy's answer to that one was to burst into uproarious laughter. It took her several minutes to calm down enough to speak.
"It's completely fucking different," she grinned. "For one thing, it tastes a lot better."
"Tell me about it," I said, screwing my nose up. "Spunk tastes fucking rank."
"So you're a spitter then, Katie?" she smirked. "And you don't like sucking cock? I'm beginning to suspect you're a lot gayer than you're letting on."
"You haven't answered the question," I pouted.
"Well, I haven't had sex with another girl for nearly two years now, so I'm going on memory here, but I seem to recall it was pretty fucking beautiful. And certainly not something I would ever regard as a chore."
I kissed her again, a little deeper this time, guiltily reminded that I was the reason for her self-imposed celibacy. Which led to the next question forming itself in my head.
"Why do you love me so much?"
"For your courage, your spirit, your honesty, your fire," she said. "And your incredibly hot body, of course."
"What courage?" I said despondently. I felt like the biggest coward in the world for the way I had treated her.
"You stood up to my mother," said Effy, suddenly serious. "I'd say that was pretty fucking brave.'
"She was being an asshole," I said.
"Yeah well, most people let her be an asshole," she replied. "No scratch that, everybody lets her be an asshole. They like to go on breathing."
I knew Effy's mum was a bit dodgy, but the gravitas in her tone sent shivers down my spine.
"Is she really that bad?" I asked her.
"She's worse," replied Effy.
This time when I kissed her, it wasn't for part of the game. I wanted to comfort her, and show her that I cared about her. Next to Effy's mum, Jenna seemed like a loved-up hippy.
"Why did you stay here." I asked urgently.
"For you," she replied without hesitation.
"Why me?"
"Because you saved my life," she answered with absolute sincerity. "I always knew I was different from them, and yeah, I enjoyed the money, the glamorous lifestyle and the parties, but it was at a terrible price. You gave me hope. You gave me the strength to leave it all behind."
"To come and hang out in this dump?" I said.
"To do what was right," she replied.
I kissed her again, and I kissed her deep and long. But even as I did it, I knew that she deserved so much more. I wanted to do something beautiful for her, and if her previous answers had been true, I might even enjoy it.
"Next question," demanded Effy, dazed and breathless, when I pulled away from her again. She really was fucking beautiful. I put my finger to her lips.
"No more questions," I said, kissing her again. This time I didn't stop, but merely transferred my affections to the long slender beauty of her neck. She whimpered slightly as she arched her head back, allowing me to feast more easily on her gorgeous, sweet tasting flesh. I moved slowly down her neck and kissed my way across her collar bone, delighting in the increasing raggedness of her breath. I slid my way down her body and off the bench seat until I was kneeling on the floor in front of her. I removed her boots and then slowly slid my hands under the hemline of her dress. I worked my way upwards until my fingers curled around the top of her tights. I started to tug at them and Effy braced her hands down on the seat, raising her hips slightly so I could pull her tights and pants away from her in one go. I pushed her legs apart and moved myself in between them. I curled my hands around her buttocks and dragged her forwards until she was perched at the very edge of the bench.
"Katie, what are you…?" she started, but I soon silenced her as I ran an experimental tongue along her slit. She was already soaking wet, and I found myself getting off on the fact that she wanted me so much. I grazed my tongue slowly against her flesh again. She certainly wasn't wrong about it tasting better.
"Oh fuck," she hissed, as I started to explore her further, her hips rising up to meet me. My tongue searched out her clitoris, and every fear I'd ever had seemed to fade into the distance as I discovered how I could make her moan and gasp with my actions. I experimented further. Light fast flicks, slower longer strokes, tighter circling motions, up and down, side to side. Each new thing I tried seemed to send her into a deeper frenzy. I glanced up to see her with her head thrown back, her chest rising and falling sharply, and her arms out to the side, gripping tightly onto the little brass railing that ran along the backs of the seats. I felt a sudden surge of pride that I was able to give her such obvious pleasure, and instinct drove me even deeper towards her, sucking harder on her clit and being rewarded with a glorious groan of ecstasy.
Somewhere out at sea a vicious storm was beating down onto the ocean, and we could feel the repercussions even in the safety of the harbour, as the boat began to rise and fall with the motions of the waves. It was echoed by the rising and falling of Effy's hips as she strained to give herself over to my touch. Her legs were spread wide open for me and I attacked her deliciously sodden slit with increasing vigour. Every time she cried out in pleasure, I wanted to give her more. Her raw need for me was seriously turning me on, and suddenly this was no longer just about her. I wanted, no, I needed to make her come. Suddenly I could no longer detach myself emotionally or intellectually from what I was doing. Everything was about Effy and me and the beautiful thing we were making together.
I started to push her even harder, moving my tongue even faster and more frantically across her swollen clit. I grabbed hard onto her thighs to give myself more leverage, and I lost all sense of space and time, as I focussed solely on making her scream louder and harder.
"Oh God Katie, Katie,' she cried out my name as every muscle in her body seemed to be at maximum tension. Even though I had never been with a girl before, I knew she had to be close. Much more of this and she would surely explode.
And explode she did, right into my mouth. I felt another burst of wetness flowing out of her as her hips bucked wildly beneath me and she opened her throat to the heavens. The sounds of her release were the most beautiful song I had ever heard. They were a love song written just for me. I kept myself pushing against her, riding her orgasm with her until her body shuddered and her limbs went weak. In the moments it took for me to come to my senses, I was gifted with a revelation. To experience the wonder of the female orgasm for yourself is glorious enough, but to be the cause of one was nothing short of divine.
I rested my head against her thigh, and wiped my dripping chin with the back of my hand. I was totally blown away by the sheer passion and beauty of what I'd just done. I certainly understood Emily a lot better now. She was going to laugh her arse off at this for sure. After she had finished threatening to kick my head in if I ever hurt Effy that was.
"Katie?" came Effy's tentative voice from above me.
I had been so wrapped up in my own amazement, I had forgotten she might be feeling pretty vulnerable right now. It was time to show her that I'd meant every bit of it. I stood up slowly, suddenly aware that that my knees were sore and my back was stiff. I climbed back onto her lap and kissed her slowly, yet passionately. I loved the fact that she was tasting herself on my lips. It was a badge of honour, proving that I had taken her and driven her to the stars. When I pulled back to look at her, her beautiful blue eyes were full of questions, but I knew I had the one response that would silence them all.
"Take me to bed, Effy Stonem," I said.
She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. My body rippled with tiny shivers as she stripped me slowly, accompanying each stage with the most exquisite arrays of kisses across each portion of my newly exposed flesh. I trembled with anticipation when she finally removed her own dress, revealing her naked torso underneath. We took the time to really look at each other, filling in the gaps that years of furtive glances had failed to supply. I had always known that she was beautiful, but seeing her exposed like this was making my insides melt. I drew back from my own inquisitive gaze to see Effy's hungry eyes roaming over every inch of me. There was nothing subtle about the way her lust darkened eyes drank me in. And though I sensed that she was still holding herself back so as not to frighten me, I got the definite feeling that if I let her, she would devour me. It was a curious feeling to be so completely desired, and yet to feel so safe in her hands.
"It's time, Effy," I told her. "Come and take what's yours."
Her eyes flared with a deep dark fire, and she pulled me into a desirous kiss, at the same time walking me back towards the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, she stopped and gestured for me to climb on. She followed me, crawling up my body with deliberate intent. She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth and lowered herself on top of me. Instinctively, I curled my limbs around her, loving the feel of her naked skin against mine and the weight of her pushing me down into the bed. One of her legs split mine, and she began rubbing her thigh up against me. I watched her eyes drift closed and heard a gasp of delight escape her lips as she savoured the sensation of my wetness against her leg.
"God, you're fucking beautiful," she said, gazing into my eyes whilst continuing to grind slowly against me. "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on."
If my mind held any reasonable doubts, given the glamorous nature of her former lifestyle, they were shattered by the way she kissed me then. It was a kiss that burned right into me and told me that within Effy's universe, I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I felt my pussy spasm and start to tingle, and I wanted nothing more than for her to thrust herself inside of me and fuck me like a devil. But Effy wasn't ready for me yet. She licked and kissed and bit her way across my neck and shoulders, and then travelled down my arm pausing to suck on the sensitive skin inside my elbow. Again my body spasmed and my cunt cried out for her more desperately.
Effy kissed her way down my chest and then stopped, her lips hovering tantalisingly above my breast. She looked up at me with pure mischief in her eyes a she watched me arch my back and push myself towards her in an effort to make her take me.
"I've dreamed for so long about this," she whispered. "I can't quite believe I'm finally about to do it."
"Effy please," I begged her, pushing my breast up towards her face once more.
She smiled and leaned down towards me, taking my nipple in her mouth and drinking from me like a dying man at an oasis in the desert. I thought I'd been horny before, but it had nothing on the pounding furnace of animal desire that repeatedly slammed through me, as her hands and mouth played havoc with my tits, and her now well-lubricated thigh continued to push against my clit. If I didn't get her inside me soon, I would simply die.
"Fucking hell Katie, you're amazing," she told me as she licked a heart shape onto my belly. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back up so I could meet her eye to eye.
"Please Effy babes, just take me," I implored her, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need you to fuck me."
"I'll do anything you want, my love," she said, trailing her hand down my body and slipping it between my thighs. "I'll do anything for you."
She started to kiss me again, but when she pushed her fingers inside me, I accidentally bit her lip so hard I drew blood.
"Feisty,' she said, running her tongue over the wound before thrusting into me again. Once again my instincts took me over and my hips kicked up off the bed. My whole world became about increasing the glorious sensations of her fucking me. She lowered her head, and started licking and sucking at my tits again. I wrapped one hand into her hair, and pressed the other against her lower back as I tried to pull her closer and harder inside me. Her sensitive fingers explored my cunt with every thrust and I couldn't believe how fucking good she felt. She was teasing me and exciting me and stimulating me in all sorts of ways I wouldn't have dreamed possible with another girl. But Effy continued smashing my expectations into smithereens as she accelerated her addictive attentions. I wanted her so much. I wanted her to pound her way right through me and split me in two before putting me back together again. I dug my nails into her back, causing her to sink her teeth into the under side of my breast.
"I love you," she told me, as she forced herself deeper and deeper inside me.
"Tell me again," I demanded between screams as the sensations from the beautiful friction ripped through every nerve in my body.
"I love you," she told me, her body drenched with sweat and her eyes as black as night.
"Do you like fucking me, baby?" I asked her as I pushed my hips impossibly hard against her hand.
"I never want to fuck anybody else," she gasped, slamming in and out of me until I saw stars. She rocked against me violently until I felt a dark and inevitable pressure rising within me.
"I'm yours, Katie,' she promised me. "I'll always be yours."
I shattered beneath her as a tectonic orgasm came to rip me limb from limb. All my senses became jumbled and I wasn't quite sure what was happening to me, but I knew it felt fucking amazing. Just as the first wave had undone me, the second wave turned me into a lion-hearted girl, and I clawed at Effy, and grabbed onto her tightly, pushing and pushing for further sensation. I heard her screaming from the effort, and I swore harder than a bar full of sailors on a Saturday night, until we finally fell out the other side and collapsed in a tangled sweaty mess onto the bed.
We lay in silence for several minutes, too preoccupied with gasping for breath to think about anything else. Effy had her head buried in my chest. And I lay there with one arm thrown across my forehead and the other flung out to one side.
"Fuck," I said eventually, after I had rediscovered how to use my vocal chords.
"Yeah, fuck,' murmured Effy, raising her head slightly.
"Is that normal?" I asked her with a slight tone of disbelief. "Cause if it is then order me a rainbow T-shirt immediately."
"No," laughed Effy. "All other women are rubbish, and I'm the only one who will be able to satisfy you like that."
"I think you could be right," I said, reaching down to stroke her hair. She hauled herself up until her lips were hovering just above mine.
"Seriously Katie, you were… Shit, I don't have the words," she stuttered. "I never felt… I didn't… Fuck."
She stumbled to a halt and opted for kissing me instead. When she pulled back, she looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"It was beautiful, Effy," I assured her. "Truly fucking beautiful."
I rolled her on her back and kissed her deeply, before enlightening her with the thought that had been growing in the back of my mind ever since I had started to come down.
"And now I want to do it to you."
I wrote most of these two chapters sitting on top of a gorgeous hill in the beautiful sunshine, and I've decided that I really like writing and could quite happily do it all the time. Somebody get me a literary agent….. ;-)