Chapter 4: Choir of furies

Hello again, update is here as promised. Managed to find some time to get it up which is pleasing :)
Anyway, thanks for the reviews, one in particular made me smile as it said my writing was realistic. Thats the direction i'm going in as a lot of the feelings Naomi felt were quite similar to my own :o
Hope you enjoy this. I have to admit it was quite difficult to write some of it down, as i have never done it before (so go easy). Here goes, hope you enjoy my first attempt of 'smut' :P
Onwards and upwards x

I walked up Emily's drive at 5.58pm to be exact. I wanted to be dead on time. I hesitated before proceeding. All these questions like 'Is this really what I want?' or 'Am I doing the right thing?' buzzed in and out of my mind. I wanted to run, my feet wouldn't let me. Before I got a chance to capture my thoughts, the door swung open.

It was Katie, Emily's fraternal twin. They looked similar, but not so much that I can't tell who's who. I learnt a lot about Katie last night when Em and I were chatting. Apparently Ems hates her, she doesn't attend our school and she's a total chav slut, which is now made apparent to me as I'm stood staring at her.

"And you are?" said Katie in a bitchy tone. Her eyes looked me up and down, a sense of disgust spread over her face. We had only just met and I already sensed that I wouldn't be getting on with this twin. Ever.

"Hi, nice to meet you too...I'm Naomi, here to see Emily" I said in my most pleasant tone of voice and only a hint of sarcasm as I stood looking at her.

"Oi, bitch, some blondes here to see you! Hurry the fuck up, i'm late meeting Danny!" shouted Katie nearly deafening me.

I saw Emily walk down the stairs. She looked every bit as beautiful as before. And the butterflies once again kicked in. Fuck my life.

"Hey Naomi, sorry about Katie, she's got pms the stupid bitch. Believe it or not, that isn't Katie at her worst!", said Emily laughing at her own words. How cute can someone be? "Come on in".

I followed Ems into the house. The smell of vanilla and cherries hit me as I walked through the corridor, hitting my senses all at once. I followed her into her room and shut the door. To think we had only known each other for a day was unbelievable. The happiness I felt was overwhelming, but the underlying anxiety about it all was pissing me off.

We spent the next few hours watching 'American Beauty' on and off and munched on ham and pineapple pizza. We laughed, chatted and shared stories about our unconventional families, which was enetertaining to say the least. I started to feel very relaxed and I could tell Em did too; she was laying her head on my shoulder and nuzzled her face into my hair. The film finished and Em turned to me, her big browns looking deep into mine. I had a feeling from this point that I couldn't hide anymore.

"We never did talk about last night did we?" the words she said hit me hard, what on earth could I say? The truth was scary. Admitting it felt scarier.

"I know I kinda did rush out this morning...but yeah. It was nice" I said giving her an awkward smile. The courage i felt earlier darined away. I started to feel feeble and weak.

"It was nice. I liked it and…I like you Naomi".

I knew what she meant but it was hard for me to grasp the concept that she might have fallen for me, and I too had maybe fallen for her. To say it was love at first sight would not have been that ridiculous. Okay, I wasn't in love but looking into her eyes provoked feelings in me. Ones to which I was not accustomed to. Emily waited eagerly for my reply, I could feel my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty.

So I went for it. My head was saying no, but my heart was saying yes.

"I like you too Em...I mean, I know it's been a day, but I feel like I've known you for years. I can let my guard down around you, something that I have done for very few people in my life. You make me feel…". I looked into her eyes. I felt lost in her gaze. She had me.

And before I could utter another word our lips crashed together as we found ourselves tightly embracing one another on the bed. A soft kiss had turned into an aggressive and lustful one, her hand had wrapped around my hair, tugging me closer. Our tongues moved together seemlessly, swirling and dancing. She undid my shirt urgently and the touch of her hands on my skin sent shivers reverberating throughout my whole body. She started to undo my bra and undress me roughly. In the heat of the moment I found a new sense of confidence and went with it whole heartedly. I felt so aroused, it felt so good.
I kissed her on her neck, leaving tiny embers of heat as I slowly moved down to her chest. Her hands slid up and down my back, her nails scoring my skin, leaving burning trails of desire. I slowly savoured every moment as her hands got lower down my body, her fingers tickling my inner thighs. I took off her bra and flipped her onto her back. I kissed all her sensual curves while she held on tightly to my hair, the fiery charge was getting too much. Her hips arched into me she began to feel the rush, the wanting of more. I undid the button to her jeans and paused before going any further.

"Are you sure?" I said quickly, stroking her hair. I wanted to make sure she wanted this as much as I did.

"Fuck me, I need you" She said gasping for air, and with that I kissed her uncontrollably, looking into her brown orbs and feeling drowned with desire.

I took off the remainder of her clothes and began kissing down her stomach, sucking and bitting, leaving little red bombs as I travelled down her gorgeous body. Her moans were becoming more frequent and I knew where she wanted me the most. I wanted to prolong the ecstasy and her release for as long as possible. I kissed inbetween her thighs, swirling my tongue in little circles of heat while my hand caressed her nipple, sending shockwaves down her body. She was aching for her climax, so I gave into the command. She threw her arms back in lust filled fury and held tightly onto the bedframe when i entered her. Her moans had turned to gasps and pants, her muffled cries of I'm coming became faster and her body shivered from head to toe. I was so wet i could hardly concentrate, but on our last last touch she collided our lips together and she screamed into me as she came down from her high. I slowly recovered my breathing from the monumental build up of our encounter. It was so hot. So sexy. Emily looked into my eyes and kissed me softly on my lips. She stroked my hair over my ear and we hugged, needing to feel that closeness.

It was the nicest feeling in the world, just having skin on skin contact with someone. It felt so right and with Emily, I didn't it want stop. I was hooked and couldn't get enough. I needed her. I wanted all of her. She was like a drug to me.

It was perfect. I must admit it first felt alien to me as my only sexual encounters before Emily were with males. I mean, I was pleasantly surprised at how much pleasure I got from being with a girl. My ex boyfriend had, err, how can I put this...difficulties in satisfying me in that way. But Emily...Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Just her touch sent me into an electrifying frenzy.

And with that, we lay curled up into one another, tightly embracing each others bodies. We fell into a peaceful sleep and I knew that this was the time I would stop running.

"Hey you, are you okay?" said Ems as she stroked my hair out of my eyes. Her sleepy expression looked so cute.

"Not great actually. I mean, being with you just is like the worst thing ever" I said in my very sarcastic tone, with a cheeky smile. I couldn't help but laugh at her shocked expression.

"Of course I'm okay Ems, infact i'm the happiest I have ever been for a very long time. How are you?"

"I feel the same, i've never felt this way. The only criticism I have is your hand hitting me over the head in your sleep, but I'll live" said Ems laughing and hitting me with her pillow.

"That's it you asked for it!" I said grabbing another pillow and commencing a massive fight with the feather pillows.

We fought for what seemed hours, and then after I had really lost the will to live, I surrendered and collapsed on her bed. I pulled her into a tight hug and kiss her head. I thought to myself how surreal the past 48 hours had been, and how much I let myself be known to a girl I had basically just met. It felt strange how she managed to see past my defensive armour and bravado. Usually people didn't even bother to get to know me, as they knew it probably wouldn't get them very far, but with Emily, she broke the barriers and got herself in.

Little did I know, the one person who I let know me completely, who I let come into my world, who I let see me for who I really was, would one day be the one to hurt me so deeply that I feared I may never recover...

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