Second part of Beautiful Combinations. Emily has enjoyed her very own 'summer of love' with Effy. Not what she'd planned, or counted on. Naomi has spent the last 4 weeks in Cyprus "doing a bit of thinking, on my own..by myself" But now its back to year two of 6th form college. More studying, more education...in every sense of the word.

Emily

I stifled a moan as the guy, who's name momentarily escaped me, put a bit more pressure on my fanny with his cupped hand. I had kept to my promise not to let him into my knickers whatever the provocation, but outside fumbling was OK, wasn't it?

Effy had persuaded me, as part of my new sexual 'education' as New Emily, that I should come on this double date with her. I give her credit, she never said she had sworn off cocks, even while she was daily using her incredibly talented tongue on my grateful clit. I knew what I was getting into.

We were what we were. Friends with benefits...fuck buddies. OK, unlike Naomi, she was cool about things like holding hands in public. Even kissing in the street was fine. But I was under no illusions that this...thing...we had was a love affair. We fucked...a whole lot...we hung out and we talked about all kinds of stuff. But no one said anything about love. Which suited me fine, if I was honest. I'd tried love...it hurt like a bitch.

Naomi was still in Cyprus, presumably staying firmly in the heterosexual closet, and tomorrow, I was flying out from Bristol to Paris, to meet up with my parents and James over there.

I really wanted to spend this evening stark naked with Elizabeth Stonem. Preferably in our favoured side by side 69 position. I'd certainly perfected my technique these past 3 weeks. But I knew it all had to end. Once I left Bristol for France, I had no doubt Effy would be back to stiff dicks for satisfaction. But I had hoped for one last night of certain orgasms, instead of being here, in the back seat of an old Mercedes, with a skinny guy called Darren trying to persuade me to go down on him. Fat chance.

Unfortunately,that was what Effy had been doing in the front seat, to Darren's mate Mike for the past 5 minutes. Noisily. Yuk. Thank God I only got the soundtrack.

Darren eventually gave in trying to get his hands inside my clothes with bad grace, and settled for the offer of a hand job, whilst playing clumsily with my (covered) tits. I settled in for an evening of tennis elbow.

Effy finished priming the pump, as it were, and moved up to straddle the lucky guy in the drivers seat. A bit of careful maneuvering, a long sigh, and then she was slowly grinding up and down in his lap...presumably satisfactorily filled.

Luckily Darren, (he of the sturdy hard on and clumsy fingers), was content to nuzzle my neck now in what I'm sure he thought was a romantic way, and let me pump him disinterestedly.

Now despite what everyone including my sister thinks, I'm not a complete novice at giving satisfaction to horny guys. OK, JJ isn't exactly known as the Don Juan of Roundview, but I left him in his bed with a satisfied smile and a wilting dick. And two other guys felt the benefit of my manual technique at middle school.

So I was pretty confident I could give him the finale he craved. Its just that I wasn't the least bit into it. Effy was groaning her own pleasure now, so I knew Mikes dick was hitting the spot. She opened her eyes at one particular deep thrust and stared at us in the back seat. It must have been stimulating to her, because her eyes got that dark, glowing look. The one I knew very well...because I'd seen it often enough before.

It was the look she had thirty seconds before she came. It was as if she'd climbed a steep hill, and was now gratefully viewing the down slope

"Show me your tits" she mouthed.

I shook my head. For fucks sake. I'd spent the past 15 minutes keeping Darren's hand out of my underwear. Why should I do it now?

"Show me your fucking tits" she mouthed again, almost fiercely.

I sighed and gave in. By the sounds of Darren and Mikes breathing...we were almost at the 'their she blows' point anyway. I reached up with the hand that wasn't busy and unclipped my bra. Thank fuck for front opening underwear, huh?

My tits fell free of the bra. As Darren was still hopefully sucking my neck, I risked a tweak of my erect nipples for Effys benefit. It had the desired effect...she moaned loudly again and humped her tame dick even harder. I couldn't resist and put my tongue out, waggling it lewdly at her.

I wanted her to know I needed my tongue inside her, instead of that pumping cock.

Her eyes widened even more, and her own pink tongue came out and licked her bottom lip. That simple gesture did more for my libido than fifteen minutes of Darren's foreplay. I gasped and she smiled hungrily back. Suddenly the manual pressure Darren's hand was putting on my knickers worked. I rolled my head back and let out a small moan. Which had two immediate effects.

My 'partner' groaned deep in his throat at what I'm sure he thought was my surrender to his foreplay skills, and Effy started to come. She rammed herself down hard on the mercifully hidden human dildo that was penetrating her and moved her hand down to her front, away from where it had been holding Mikes head against her neck. I knew its destination instantly. Three weeks of getting her off had taught me all her likes and dislikes, intimately.

And Effy Stonem definitely liked to circle her clit with a single finger when she was about to orgasm. Her head went back and she moaned again. At the same time, lover-boy grunted several times and rammed upwards. Well, at least three of us were getting off tonight...

Seconds later, I felt Darren's cock throb strongly in my hand and grabbed a strategically placed tissue I had put on the seat earlier. I didn't want to deal with the sticky aftermath any more than I had to.

I'll give him his due...he was a bit of a fire hose... I don't suppose his mate will have been too impressed with the cleanup job he faced in the morning. I don't think Mercedes took those sort of stains into account when designing their leather seat backs, but at least I didn't have it all over my skirt.

We exited the car pretty quickly after the formalities were observed. Which basically means we swapped phone numbers (Obviously mine and Eff's were fake) and we deleted theirs within seconds of watching them drive away.

I got my fun in the end though. I knew Effy was still horny, which was quickly proved when she dragged me into the nearest alley and finger fucked me to a very satisfactory climax minutes later, whispering delicious filth into my ear as she thrust inside. The male part of the evening fading fast for both of us...I think.

We went back to her house, still giggling at the simplicity of the teenage male mind.

XXX

So..two weeks later, and yours truly is stepping out of a taxi, outside my parents house in Bristol. I had a great time in Paris. Seeing the sights, eating the food...oh, and having the time of my life with a slim, dark French girl called Fleur. But that story is for later...

I'd left my mobile phone at home. Naomi was still in Cyprus, and anyway, I wasn't talking to her, Effy was in Italy, no doubt getting shagged nightly by some lucky Italian, and my sister was with me. I enjoyed the freedom of not being a slave to ring tones. Katie thought I had gone raving mad, but I loved it.

So when I finally got upstairs to our shared room, which suddenly felt very claustrophobic after Effys airy room and the big chambres at the gite, I picked up the handset, which I'd left on charge, and switched it on.

Ten voice mails from Naomi (various versions of "I miss you...can we talk?")

One voice mail from Effy ( Get home bitch. Now!)

Sixteen texts from Naomi.(see above)

Apart from puzzling how Naomi had got my new number at all, I wasn't that bothered, strangely.

I smothered a smirk when Katie flashed me her patented "What the fuck, bitch?" look.

I deleted all the messages and voice mails. James had been known to masturbate to any dirty messages he discovered.

But what the hell...

I was looking forward to college tomorrow...

XXX

Walking to college was very different this term. Well, just walking was different. Last time I'd been going to somewhere new, somewhere I was almost breathless with excitement at the prospect of. Before Naomi, before Effy. Before being driven in that ridiculous yellow Renault Megane, by Danny 'sleazebag' Guillermo, while my sister let him casually finger her in the front seat. Which was vomit inducing, obviously. Having him suggest a highly improbable 'twin thing' as I clumsily got out was similarly sick prompting. At least this time, I had fresh clean(ish) air and the memory of Effy and France to amuse me.

Speaking of Eff. I'd spoken to her last night. She'd had fun in Italy (of course) Mainly because of an older guy called Aldo. But the no doubt gory details of her Italian shagathon were saved for today. I'd told her about Fleur, and she praised me for taking her advice to spread my wings. I had mixed feelings about the 5 day mini affair in Paris. One part of me had relished the chance to practice on another smooth, sexy female body. The other part sneakily prodded me about 'cheating' I'm not sure who my conscience was uneasy about...Effy, or...'she who must not be named'.

Anyway. New college year, New glittering resolutions...the sun was shining brightly for a change in the blue Bristol sky, and I felt...well, OK, really. More comfortable in my own skin. More...Emily.

As I got to the corner, just before turning into the Roundview car park, I saw a familiar figure, dressed in the obligatory see through shirt dress, throwing what was probably her 5th cigarette of the morning to the ground and crushing it with a black DM. Effy fucking Stonem.

She saw me at the same moment I saw her. I was relieved to see my wide smile returned without hesitation.

"Emily" she smirked as I got level with her "Looking good babe...in fact fucking hot"

I smirked back. Unlike last year, with Katie stealing my preferred outfit, I'd hidden this years clothes until she'd left. Nothing too daring. A tight white singlet top, which showed off my tan (and with the help of a push up bra, my tits) A bright red mini skirt and matching red flats. Like I said, nothing special, but showing off my assets wasn't something I would have been comfortable about doing this time last year.

"Thanks" I grinned "Still got that aversion to underwear then, Stonem?"

Her nipples told me there was nothing between them and the crisp September air other than that thin material.

She threw back her head and laughed.

"I was thinking ahead, little Fitch" she smiled "Thought I'd give you something to think about till lunchtime" She leaned closer and I shivered at her cool skin against my arm "Because I think you and me need to break a couple more of Harriet's rules babe"

I shuddered at her words. Jesus, I remembered that list Harriet had read out in first assembly. No smoking (already broken) no penetrative sex, no oral sex... Oh fuck, I thought I knew the rules Effy was talking about breaking. I cursed my decision to steal Katies new thong. I didn't even like the fucking things. Like wearing itchy dental floss. And now I could feel the dampness between my thighs already. Should have stuck to girl shorts...

Pandora came round the corner at that moment, and the teasing stopped. Mainly because she launched into an immediate blow by blow account of her summer break, in excruciating detail.

I tuned her out instantly when another familiar figure rode into view on an ancient bike. Of course...Naomi fucking Campbell, looking far too sexy in a pair of blue cotton cut offs and a black V neck tee. Someone else had acquired a summer tan, my mind teased. She looked fucking mint, and I had to consciously stop my mouth from hanging open.

Of course, Effy spotted her, and my sudden rabbit/snake expression immediately. She stopped Pandora in mid flow, by turning away from her and gripping my elbow in a surprisingly strong grip.

"Now then Ems" she breathed in my ear "Lets not make this TOO easy for the ice queen, shall we?"

She turned my head to face her own and leaned forward deliberately. Her cool lips touched, then captured my own, tongue searching for mine. It was all too deliciously familiar. I found myself responding without thought. The kiss only lasted seconds, but it was enough to raise a cheer from three guys to one side of us and a gasp from Pandora, who goggled at us in wonder. Her and Thomas had only just started working out the finer details of hetero surf and turf, so watching two of her female friends make out in public was blowing her circuit board.

When Effy eventually stepped back, I knew my flushed cheeks would be clearly visible to everyone despite my new tan. I stared at her dumbly, before eventually reaching down to take her offered hand. Then I remembered the reason for this deliberate PDA show. I turned my head and looked straight at a frozen Naomi.

She was standing by her bike, mouth slightly open and with a puzzled, wounded look in her pretty blue eyes. She stared at us as if we'd grown two heads. I could read the emotions going through her mind. Surprise, disbelief, anger, hurt.

I didn't know whether to be happy she cared, or sad that she'd never cared enough to do this small thing with me before Effy had.

Effy pulled at my hand, breaking my introspection, and I walked away with her to our first classes.

Which, unfortunately, was English Lit. A class I shared with someone special. But not with Effy.

When we parted at the door, Effy gave me another kiss. Briefer than the last, but it still got hungry looks from the boys squeezing past us into the room. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered into it.

"See you at break then babes...Stay strong, huh?"

I knew what she meant. I shared this class with a significant other. One Naomi Campbell.

I sat in the middle section, where I usually sat. Two rows from the front, at a two seat desk. Soon enough, she came into the room and looked round. I had no idea where she was going to sit. Last year there would have been no question.

Last year, even when we were going through one of her 'I'm not gay...not even in the slightest' times, she would still sit beside me. As if to say to the world "Look, I may not be gay...and I definitely don't want to shag the girl beside me...but I'm not hiding from anyone"

But that was last year.

I looked at her as she stared back at me. This time her eyes didn't betray her emotions. Finally, her shoulders gave a little shrug, she sighed and walked straight over.

"Em" she said quietly

"Naoms.." I answered. Then she sat down...

The next hour was...difficult. I could sense every movement, every breath of the person beside me. Outwardly, we were both paying attention to Josie's stupid hand puppet. Inwardly I don't think neither of us would be able to remember a single word of the lesson. She sighed several times, but I kept my arms still and my head facing forward.

Eventually, she broke, as I knew she would. Josie was just making 'Gerald' recite a long passage from Coleridge. Fuck knows what poem. I felt Naomi's arm move, until the small hairs of her forearm brushed against mine. It felt like someone had jammed my hand into a toaster. I swear the hairs on my neck stood out like pins.

Then she moved her little finger. Just enough to brush the top of my hand.

I didn't mean to say it so loudly or so harshly. I blame the electricity which seemed to be cycling between us. I jerked my hand away and hissed.

"Don't!"

Every eye in the room turned to look at us.

Naomi's face was even redder than mine, and the shock written on it would have been funny, under any other circumstances.

But not these circumstances.

She jerked away from me, her face betraying surprise and pain. I almost dropped back into 'old Emily' mode. Last year I was either constantly apologizing to her, or sending her longing looks. But this year was different. I watched her expression settle into one of sadness.

The rest of the class had got bored by now, even Cook, who had stage whispered something to Freddie about "trouble in lezzerland" had gone quiet. I turned to Naomi, who was now looking down at her course book, as if she was actually studying.

"Just...don't...OK?"

She didn't answer, but the tips of her ears were red. Her head jerked downwards in a parody of a nod.

Nothing happened for the rest of the lesson. It was like there was an invisible barrier between us now. We sat as far apart as two people at a shared desk can. It felt horrible. Even when she had been at her bitchiest last year, we didn't have this huge gulf between us. I decided then and there that we needed to talk. I didn't want her to think I didn't like her any more. Christ knows, Naomi never did have many friends. I scribbled a few words onto a scrap of paper and waited for 'Gerald' to start quoting again.

I slipped it under Naomi's book and saw out of the corner of my eye her pick it up and peer at it. Last year I found it utterly endearing that she refused to wear her reading glasses in public. Only in her room would she put them on...and only then because I told her she looked like a sexy librarian...and could she please wear them the next time I fucked her. The resulting tickling competition resulted in a very pleasant half hour in her bed. Of course, next day she was even bitchier than usual, cutting me dead in the common room when I waved at her. Like I said, bittersweet memories with her...always.

She read the note, then turned and looked at me. A curt nod, and our eyes went back to front and centre for the rest of the class. Gerald got our entire attention for a change.

Thinking that Effy would guess I had issues to sort with Naomi, I followed my ex to the rear of the gym. No one went there during the day, so I was pretty confident we wouldn't be disturbed. If I'd known what was going to happen, I'd have taken disturbed any day.

Naomi turned to face me when we were safely hidden by the buildings high walls. Her arms were folded defensively and she bit her bottom lip before speaking. Something I knew she only did when she was really nervous.

"So...you and Effy huh?" she said in a low voice, scuffing her heel on the dirt "How did that happen?"

I looked at her hard for a moment. It was just a straight question, no trace of her usual sarcasm.

"Neglect" I said

I saw her brow crease in surprise. I knew she wouldn't get it.

"Neglect?" she asked "What the hell does that even mean, Emily?"

I considered sugar coating it, but the anger I had felt inside the day she told me she was going away on her own to Cyprus for the summer came bubbling back to the surface. Fuck it I thought, no point in pretending any more.

"Your neglect" I said in a hard voice "You said you wanted to do some thinking, by yourself...to be by yourself...for the whole fucking summer? Well, while you were doing that...I did some of my own thinking. And guess what Naomi? I decided I didn't want to be your lapdog any more. I'm not that Emily now. And then Effy came by my house and showed me that other people find me desirable, attractive, nice to just be with. She was there, and you weren't. Simple"

Her mouth was hanging open by this point. I don't think, no I know I had never spoken to her so directly before. Even when we were holding hands through that fucking stupid cat flap, I hadn't told her how I really felt.

She bit her lip again.

"I'm so sorry..." she started, but I interrupted.

"Sorry for what exactly Naomi? Sorry for treating me like shit last year? Sorry for blowing hot and cold so often, I got mental pneumonia? Or sorry for sleeping with me...several times...and then running off in the morning? There are so many reasons, aren't there?"

I stopped then because shockingly, she'd started to cry silently. However else I had changed, I still didn't like to see her cry. Enough of the old Emily still existed for that to hurt.

"I'm so sorry...for everything" she said between quiet sobs "I never meant to hurt you. My head was all over the place. I was so confused, you know, loving a girl..and then you were so close...too much...too much of everything...I couldn't even think straight with you around... I had to get away..."

Part of me was stunned at that sentence...loving a girl?...she had never admitted that before. The old Emily bit of me thrilled just to hear that. But the new me cynically observed that loving me wasn't the problem, showing me was.

"And I suppose your stay in Cyprus has made it all crystal clear now? Or did you meet a nice fit Greek bloke, who showed you that it was all a teenage phase and that cocks really were the cure?"

She blinked away tears and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. I had to physically stop myself reaching out to touch her face. Despite my harsh words, I wasn't kidding myself that I'd stopped loving her. Maybe I just wasn't IN love with her any more...

"There weren't any blokes...Greek or otherwise" she whispered "I'm gay Emily, and I know that now"

Now my mouth dropped open. Surprise after surprise this morning.

But I couldn't just give in. Quite apart from the beautiful Effy, there were a million reasons why falling into her arms was a bad idea. Her next words confirmed that. I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"So, how are you so sure now Naomi?"

"Because...because...because I... slept with a girl over there..."

Of all the things I expected to come out of her mouth, that wasn't one I was anticipating. I stared at her mouth, trying to convince myself I'd heard her wrong. Disbelief battled with growing anger inside me.

She'd slept with a GIRL? After all the pain and rejection I'd gone through last year. After almost a year trying to make her surrender to her real feelings...and all it took was a bit of sunshine and a glass of ouzo for her to drop her knickers for some random? I don't think I had ever been so angry with her before.

"And that's supposed to make me feel what Naomi? Happy you're out? Pleased for you that shagging me a couple of times gave you the courage to fall into bed with the first tourist who shared a bottle of wine with you...what part of wrong don't you understand? You've just made me feel ten times worse..."

"B..but" she mumbled, but there was no way to stop me now. My sister always said people got me and her wrong. Piss off Katie and the retribution was swift and physical. Piss me off, and I was the daughter of Machiavelli, cold and calculated. I once spent an entire Christmas holiday plotting revenge on James, when he deliberately broke my iPod. My mum and dad were astonished to find him locked naked in the garage, with all his porno mags stuck to the walls with glue. The naughty bar almost collapsed...

"But nothing" I snapped "You've just confirmed what I already knew Naomi. You're a coward and a fucking cheat. I don't want to see your face ever again. Don't call me...don't sit next to me in class...and DON'T talk to me again. We're done here"

"Please...please Ems" she sobbed, but I brushed past her, pausing only to spin round and spit one last instruction.

"And DON'T call me that...only my friends call me Ems"

I heard one last desperate sob as I turned the corner, but I was walking so quickly by then, it disappeared into the wind.

XXX

A few hours later I was home. Katie had fucked off round a guys house, which left me to brood, which wasn't a good thing, obviously. I knew I'd been brutal with Naomi, but my temper had been stoked with thoughts of her naked with some random girl. I plead temporary insanity m'lud.

But Effy had calmed me down in the best way possible. She waylaid me at lunchtime, just in time as it turned out. I was almost getting the sort of second thoughts which had got me into so much grief last year. I was minutes away from searching out Naomi and blubbing for her forgiveness.

Effy grabbed my hand as I came out of my last class of the morning. She dragged me into a vacant disabled toilet and pushed me up against the wall.

"Stop right now" she said firmly.

"Stop what?" I answered pointlessly. She could read people so easily, I knew it was a waste of time before the words left my lips.

"Stop thinking you made a mistake. She left you hanging for the whole holiday..and she fucked you around all last year. Stop thinking its your fault, Emily, its not. So...are you going to tell me what happened at break time, or should I guess?"

I thought for a second about letting her do just that. Her ninja powers could probably fill in the gaps unaided, but eventually I told her the lot. She just stood there, looking serious as I spilled my guts about what I'd said and the bombshell Naomi had dropped about Cyprus. Finally Effy nodded sagely and pulled me into a full on hug. Which was shocking in itself. Effy didn't do comfort hugging. Despite the fact that we'd spent many afternoons and evenings naked and shagging, she'd never gone in for much post screwing affection. It just wasn't her. A peck on the lips and a fag was more her style.

But now she gave me a proper hug, my dad would have been proud of it. And it did the trick. I felt better.

"So Naomi now knows how it feels to be shouted at...ignored and then chucked aside" she said "I think thats fair payback for last year. Think about it Ems. If you'd just taken her back...she would think she could do just about anything and you'd still forgive her. What sort of a fucked up relationship is that? You need to show her...we need to show her, that you have more respect for yourself than that. OK?"

I sniffled a bit and nodded. She was right of course, when wasn't she?

"So...what do we do now?" I smiled weakly.

"I think you already know the answer to that one babe" she smirked back "Disabled toilets have so much...room...don't they?"

Her fingers went to the zip on my skirt.

"Eff..." I said weakly, knowing I was never going to stop her...when did I ever refuse...this?

She drew down the zip slowly, letting me watch her fingers. As the thin material fell to my ankles, she kicked it aside. I felt her eyes take in the flimsy thong and my tanned legs. It felt hot in there suddenly.

She ran a finger over my cheek and pulled my face to hers. The kiss was warm and sweet...my heart thumped in my chest as I felt both her hands pull at the bottom of my tee. In one move it was over my head.

Now I stood there in just my lacy underwear.

"I'd almost forgotten just how fucking gorgeous you are..." she breathed And I shuddered in anticipation. No thoughts of Naomi now, just a delicious burst of heat between my legs.

She kissed me again, then pushed me towards the waist high table, stripping me as I walked backwards. By the time I was against the smooth coldness of the wood, I could feel the desire between my legs flare. She was going to fuck me, right here, right now...and there wasn't a thought in my head other than "Oh God...yes please"

And she did. First with clever, probing fingers, then...when I was up on the mini table, legs spread obscenely wide...with her equally clever tongue. I gripped the handrail with one hand and her hair with the other and let her fuck me to an incredible orgasm. My moans must have been heard outside, but I didn't give a flying fuck. Effy Stonem was using all her powers to make me forget my ex.

When we came out afterwards, lips bruised and flushed there were a few people standing around in the corridor. Judging by the looks we got, no one was in any doubt what we'd been up to. There wasn't anyone I knew well out there, but I understood Roundviews jungle drums all too well. Within an hour, everyone would know that Elizabeth Stonem and Emily Fitch had been fucking in the toilets during the lunch break.

The secret was well and truly out now...