Emily
I can't say I was utterly shocked. Weeks of 'experimenting' with Effy had rendered me pretty unshockable to sex in all its forms, but this definitely wasn't what I expected to see and hear when I got to Naomi's bedroom door. I'd met her mother on the street just as I got to her house. She was all togged up for a day on the barricades it seemed, complete with home made political placard. One of her endearing traits, when Naomi and I were a proper item was to latch on to any passing cause, giving it her all. I had no doubt some probationer Police Officer was bracing himself for a Gina Campbell earful.
Gina had greeted me with her usual warm smile and a suffocating hug. I'm thinking she was hoping all was well in the Naomi/Emily universe again, although that was far from the case. I'd gone there to have what I hoped would be a serious talk with my ex. OK, I admit I was more than a bit jealous of her new friendship with the American girl. Seeing your ex having fun and secret whispered chats with someone new and attractive does that to a girl (And even though Effy kept me 'occupied' whenever I wanted her to...I still got a twinge when Naomi and her new friend got touchy feely with each other... hypocritical, I know, but...)
Don't get me wrong, I was still plenty mad at Naomi, but this wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to pine tearfully for me for a suitable period, then grovel a bit so that I could eventually take her back with my dignity intact. The fact that I had been royally and regularly screwed by La Stonem in the meantime was by the way...wasn't it? Naomi wasn't meant to get up close and personal with some attractive (OK, fucking gorgeous) American dyke. She was supposed to be all red eyes and longing glances. This new friendship wasn't in the script at all...
So I started talking to Naomi...just brief hello's at first, but annoyingly, she seemed to be surgically attached to Miss Homecoming Queen at college, and the only time I saw Naomi in town she was glugging coffee in a high priced barista bar with the same irritating person. I decided then and there I would have to do something more direct, otherwise I might find their friendship had moved up several notches in no time, and that really WOULD be a disaster. Effy was a beautiful and sexy distraction, but neither of us were under any illusions this would last any longer than it was supposed to. I fancied her, she liked screwing me. End of.
So there I was, standing outside the chipped yellow bedroom door I knew so well. I'd spent enough hours there before to know it and its occupant intimately. My hand lifted to push the door fully open, but the noises I heard from inside froze my body on the spot.
"Oh God...fuck...Emily"
I don't know which part of my body flushed hotter, my face or... I knew instantly what it meant. She was fucking rubbing one out...with my name on her lips. In the two seconds I stood there before my hand, on autopilot it seemed, pushed the door fully open, my brain registered shock, disbelief, embarrassment and desire.
In that exact order. She was fucking herself over mental images of me...Jesus Christ on a bike, how flattering is that? Suddenly my big speech, the conversation I had made up in my head before getting here...vanished. She was doing it...thinking about me...I felt the clench between my legs again send shock waves to my brain.
As the door swung open silently, I stood there with my mouth open and my knees trembling. I think I was more turned on by hearing that than even a night of hot sex with Effy could induce. Naomi was on her back, covered by a single white sheet. Her head was back into the pillows and her mouth wide open. I could see her busy fingers moving rapidly under the cotton covering her spread legs. As I stood there transfixed, her fingers obviously did what they were supposed to do, because she arched up, turning her head from side to side, gasping my name again in a hoarse voice.
For some odd reason the thought popped into my mind that she'd never done this in front of me when we were actually together. Too embarrassed, she'd said.
Me and Effy had done it several times by now of course. Quelle surprise. Quite the exhibitionist, Ms Stonem, you will be totally unshocked to hear.
As for me? Sharing a bedroom for 17 years with a sexually precocious twin sister had pretty much demolished any shyness about self exploration, so I didn't need much persuading from Effy to do it in front of her. Its a fucking turn on, watching someone get visibly excited as you make yourself come. But Naomi hadn't exactly been the exhibitionist type. Her childhood was solitary, uncorrupted by exuberant heterosexual sisters or curious (perverted) little brothers with a knicker fetish.
Which made the sight of her uninhibitedly getting off now at least twice as erotic for me.
And then she opened her eyes...and saw me standing there.
She squeaked in a high, strangled voice, turned sideways and pulled the sheet over her head in one. It was a pretty slick cover up for someone who had been getting off seconds before. Suddenly there was complete silence in the room apart from our breathing, hers fast and ragged, mine too.
"Naomi?" I said quietly "Naoms...?"
I heard her gasping start to slow, post orgasm. I could almost feel the embarrassment radiating off her hidden body...
"Please go away Ems...I'm so embarrassed..." she muttered, confirming it.
I could have, because surely there's a rule about catching someone getting off, isn't there? I'm guessing the polite thing to do is to cough discretely and pretend you didn't actually see the thing you did see and then leave quietly... But I couldn't.
Instead I dropped my hat and bag on the rickety upright chair by the door (strange how I knew the exact geography of this room still) and walked over to the bed, where she was curled up in an amorphous white bundle of embarrassment.
"Naoms?" I tried again
I heard her breath catch as she realised I wasn't going anywhere soon.
"Please Ems..." she sighed "Haven't I been humiliated enough? I'm sure Effy will find it all highly amusing when you tell her"
I sat on the edge of the bed and felt her body tense under the thin sheet.
"I'd never tell anyone about something like that Naomi...its private. I'm sorry you've been embarrassed, but..."
Her blonde tousled head popped out from under the sheet, face red from a mixture of shame and oxygen starvation...
"Fuck" she breathed "This is so pissing humiliating...getting caught wanking by my ex...fucking loser that I am...go on then...laugh"
I shook my head slowly at that.
"Actually it was quite flattering...as well as rather, well... hot..."
She squeaked again and covered her eyes with the corner of the sheet.
"FUCK...I'm such a dork...I'm so sorry...I don't usually, I never...oh Jesus, now I'm explaining my wanking habits to you...kill me now, please?"
I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing out loud. It was way more than surreal, thats for sure.
"Listen...I won't mention it again if you don't... Kay?"
Her head emerged again and her eyes regarded me suspiciously.
"Really?" she swallowed "I won't go into college next week and find a lurid description of my finger technique written on the toilet walls?"
"Nope" I shook my head, barely keeping my face straight at the thought "Promise...this will just be between you and me...OK"
She nodded uncertainly and sat up, holding the sheet protectively over her upper body. I thought for a second that was a bit pointless, considering what had just happened, but I guess she was entitled to feel a bit vulnerable.
"So..."I said, getting to the point "The reason I'm here is to...well actually I'm not sure now exactly...you've sort of thrown me"
"Wow..."she said wryly, recovering a bit of her default snarkiness "I thought I was the one never in touch with myself"
That hit home. In this bedroom, in this bed, after we'd shagged the life out of each other, I'd used that line on her when she couldn't make her mind up about letting the world know about us.
"Still true, I think" I said, my face suddenly serious "Or is it...?"
She held my eyes with hers for a long second before answering.
"Bit academic now Ems" she said sadly "You're all loved up with Effy...and I..."
"You're just getting close to...Mollie?" I mumbled, finishing her sentence.
"Not that sort of close Emily" she said, shaking her head "She's been a good friend to me, but nothing more. Sure, she's gay, and my lonely dyke heart could do with some love, but we prefer to be mates. Apparently I'm shit at relationships anyway"
She looked down and fiddled nervously with the sheet.
"Lonely dyke heart?" I smiled "What is this..1954?"
She sniggered at my expression and after a pause, so did I.
It was up to me to say what I'd come to say, but I was being honest when I said she'd thrown me. The throb between my legs hadn't diminished much and she looked super hot with the thin sheet barely covering her. I could see her shift a bit as I stared at her.
"W...what?" she whispered as I kept my eyes on her.
"You look...well, beautiful" I said deliberately, not really knowing why I was struggling to talk. On the way over here it was all so simple. I was going to give her one last chance on condition that she admitted to the world that she was gay and in love with me. No more hot and cold, no more miserable nights for me at freezing Bristol bus stops. Fess up or ship out, right?
But now...
But now she was there, all bed hair and naked skin and the faint smell of excited sex in the air. All my pre prepared sentences failed me. I wanted her all over again. Whatever Effy's attractions, and there are plenty, Naomi always had that extra percentage of hotness. Mainly because she genuinely has no idea how attractive she is. From her piercing blue eyes to her full breasts, that killer shy smile and pert little behind, she was intoxicating. No matter how many times I tried to relegate my attraction to her, it just kept coming back.
Still she stared at me and I at her.
"Just one question Naomi" I said, feeling my heart thumping in my chest as she shifted on the bed.
"What?'" she breathed
"Do you still love me?" I said plainly
"More than anything" she replied, holding my gaze with those intense eyes "More than..."
I stopped her by reaching over and taking one of her hands. The sheet slipped from her shoulders revealing one perfect breast. I felt her hand twitch, as if she wanted to grab the sheet again but I held on.
"Prove it" I breathed, pulling her hand to my own breast and pressing her palm onto me. She froze for a second, hand not gripping me, just resting there.
"You mean...?" she said hoarsely
I pushed her hand again, feeling her fingers twitch as she felt my nipple harden against her palm.
"If you want to take back what's always belonged to you Naomi" I said softly "...you have to reach out for it"
"Oh God yes..." she moaned, at last applying some pressure. My eyes must have registered the jolt that went through me as her thumb grazed my nipple.
"I'll never...I mean I love you...never let you go...never" she mumbled, dropping the pretense of cover the sheet represented. Her tongue came out and licked her lips as both her hands started to unbutton my check shirt.
I watched her hands tremble as she fumbled with the buttons. I wanted to help, but instead I just let her do it. If I wanted her to be brave and want me back, as I had pleaded with her at the lakeside the first time I made love to her, then perhaps she needed to take the initiative completely.
"So beautiful...so fucking gorgeous" she breathed as she slipped my shirt off. I wasn't wearing a bra and I saw her pupils expand as she cupped my breasts, softly, almost reverently.
The heat between my legs was increasing with every stroke of her cool fingers on my hot skin. I leaned forward so she could unzip my skirt. Underneath I only had on a pair of white cut away knickers. Again the sharp intake of breath at my near nakedness.
"So beautiful" she whispered again, gently pulling me towards her. When our lips touched, it was as if all the pain and anger of the past months disappeared. It wasn't a passionate kiss, more a reconnection long overdue. I cupped the back of her head with one hand and she moaned at the increased pressure on her lips. I let her tongue slip inside my mouth. Again not demanding, questioning rather...
When we fell backwards onto the bed, she stopped kissing me, resting on on her elbow and and looking into my eyes, stroked a stray lock of my hair out of my eyes.
"Are you sure Ems...I mean...what about Effy...I thought you two...?"
I smiled up at her and kissed her hand before answering.
"There is no me and Effy...at least not like this. You didn't want me before you went away...she did. But Effy's not about love...she and I had some fun, but she'll go back to driving the boys crazy soon enough. I was just a pleasant distraction for her...another box to tick. I won't lie to you Naomi, I don't regret it, not a moment of it. It made me even surer of who and what I am. I'm Emily Fitch, I'm gay...and for some reason, I've lost my heart to a loner called Naomi Campbell. The thing is...how sure are you"
She blinked at me and stroked the back of my hand.
"I'm sure too now" she said quietly "In fact, loving you is pretty much the only thing I'm sure about. If you take me back...I promise I'll never make you doubt me again"
I saw the tears brimming in her pretty eyes and knew at that moment that she was being sincere. I'd asked her for commitment...and now I had it.
"OK..." I said slowly "So...you were about to show me how much you love me?"
She grinned then and her eyes swept over my nakedness.
"Oh fuck yeah..." she said throatily...
An hour later...an hour in which she had shown me several times just how much she loved me, we collapsed side by side, a light sweat covering our bodies. This time she hadn't covered her eyes when I went down on her. She watched me with eyes ablaze, murmuring 'Holy fucks' and 'Oh God Ems...just ...just...oh!' over and over. I watched her come with fascination. No more closed eyes, lip biting and hushed sighs. This time she swore and thrashed noisily, holding my head with both hands, hips rolling in time with my fingers and tongue. After she recovered, she pushed a pillow under me and licked me slowly, watching my face for reactions. Her tongue slid and slipped around and inside me as she savoured my obvious excitement. Her fingers joined her tongue in enjoying me. Finally, as I was writhing and begging for release, she moistened a long middle finger with the slickness inside me, before slipping it carefully into my behind. Even Effy, with her endless inventiveness, had never invaded that part of my anatomy. I came so hard, I left half moon nail marks in her hands, which were gripping mine at the end.
After I came down from my climax, I thought ruefully that she must have got a hell of an education on holiday with the nameless random she had slept with if that little trick was an example...
We talked...and had sex again...and talked...and had sex some more. I know sex isn't a cure for anything, but it was putting a pretty neat band aid on our difficulties right then. By the time the church clock opposite had chimed midnight, we were exhausted, sated and all talked out. I accepted her invitation to sleep over. Tomorrow college, Effy and Mollie to face...oh well, I thought as I drifted off, at least one problem didn't seem so bad...
I couldn't resist one last dig before I went to sleep.
"Naoms?" I mumbled, almost gone...
"Yeah babe" she whispered, tucking her hand under my own as she spooned me.
"Next time you...you know...get the urge...can I watch from the beginning?"
There was a long pause.
"Of course...you can even film it on your phone...little perv" she said cheekily
I gasped and chuckled...God how fucking hot would that be, I thought... then closed my eyes.
We're back, was my last conscious thought.
The End.