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Chapter Seventeen – Big Time Sensuality
Naomi
"Noooo I don't want to."
"It'll be fun! Come on!"
"But staying home is more… relaxing."
Emily's eyes narrowed, "I thought you loved basketball and playing basketball is relaxing?"
She's got a point there. That was my place of solace, my sanctuary, the go-to place every time I needed a breather from the chaotic world. I would lose myself in the game, perfecting each shot into the hoop. I was invincible, uninhibited, boundless and limitless. However, all that changed when I got injured and of course, when I chased after Emily Fitch.
When I got injured, my whole routine changed; I suddenly had a lot of useless free time. I had lolled in bed for two excruciating weeks; then I no longer could get to school early for my usual morning practice; plus I was ordered to take an indefinite hiatus for my hamstring to recover fully. Just so you know, I'm not a routine kind of person. I simply do not like to plan or follow a dedicated sequence. I prefer to do things on a whim, solve one problem at a time when it comes, create my own mess and stand back and admire it and so on; I possibly digress. But damn, when I stopped playing ball, the 'routine' part of me flared up like an infected wound. I had to stop doing what had become an essential part of me that made me scratch and itch, figuratively. That was until the gorgeous Emily waltzed into my life. I haven't stopped spinning around her ever since.
I channeled all my free time to her. I filled my now empty mornings with occasional walks to school with her. They were far too few to my liking but I can understand that. Now I see her everyday. Even though we might not have a common class everyday, we meet at scheduled times during breaks because, well, I simply can't go through a day without seeing her you know. Or kissing her.
At first, we shared small kisses, pecks and sweet conversations in the toilet or in empty hallways. One day, after our common math period, when everyone left for their next class, we stayed behind. Or rather I ambushed her. She was looking somehow especially breathtaking, wearing a simple casual black dress that emphasized her slim waist and the curve of her hips, and her hair fell perfectly on her shoulders. The whole time, my concentration was shot as I kept thinking about how her rosy lips curled up into a shy smile every time I dared a glance at her, and how I decided right away in two seconds that I'd make it my priority to do something to those lips after class. As soon as class was over and everyone finally got out of my way, I locked the door and cornered her, pressing her right up against it and claiming her lips hungrily. We would have snogged for hours if not for the violent twisting of the locked doorknob and banging on the door, snapping us out of our kissing haze.
From then on, we proceeded with tiny make out sessions. They were never sloppily hasty, or rushed, or unsatisfying. Far from that. You'd think with the amount of time and the quickness of it all, it'd be haphazard or just plainly kissing. But each time, I'm met with the same tenderness, intensity, shyness and sweetness. The brevity of it all was insignificant. Emily knew how to kiss and she knew how to kiss me in a way that made my body respond to her and shut down other things at the same time.
So she uprooted my life, shook the rug under my feet and made me fall harder for her. She changed my days. She became my routine I look forward to each day.
But this, dragging me out to the basketball court near my home wasn't part of it. We were supposed be at my house to resume our 'tutoring' lessons. I was thinking more along the lines of cuddling in my squashy couch and kissing; just tons and loads of kissing.
"But I'm still injured," I protested loudly.
"Your leg is almost fine now. And anyway… Don't you miss it?" Emily raised an eyebrow in question, putting the ball at her right hip and placing her other hand on her left. She looked hot doing that even though she was in a big comfy hoodie that covered her hips and hid most of her flesh and delicious curves.
I did. Basketball matches give me the adrenaline rush. It's the kind of natural kick I got from a thousand people screaming my name and doing what I do best. It's the kick that is unlike from drugs, but probably close to what you get from sex. Yeah that would be succinct. But that's out since that's not really on the cards right now. However when I found out I get that equivalent of a rush from kissing Emily, it's no wonder how playing basketball was knocked out of my priorities. Kissing Emily just cannot be contested. It might be even better than sex. No scratch that. Sex with Emily would give me the greatest uncontested rush. Of course I kept all these illegal premature thoughts to myself.
I looked into those eager eyes of hers and saw only sincerity, kindness and a dash of excitement in this. Maybe she wanted me to get up and start practicing so I wouldn't lose my touch after being out for so long. My girlfriend is being truly unselfish while all I'm selfishly thinking that all I want is the couch and us on it. Ahh, but fuck it.
"Fine," I nodded in half agreement. "But you're playing with me." I grinned, plucking the ball off her hip and bouncing it, getting a feel of bouncing a ball again.
"But I can't play!"
"What? You don't expect to be sitting about doing nothing right?"
"No I was thinking of just…" Emily paused and almost said in a bare whisper, "watching."
Watch me shoot hoops? That must be the most boring passive activity ever.
"Where's the fun in that?" I laughed. "Unless," I went closer to her ear and lowered my voice teasing her, "you think I look hot and sexy when I'm all sweaty." I pulled back with a smirk on my face.
To my surprise, Emily flushed bright crimson. Oh my fuck. Really?
I dropped the ball, letting it bounce somewhere unconcerned and hooked my fingers through the belt hoops of her jeans, drawing her closer with a delighted smile plastered on my face. Her head was still lowered and she was still blushing furiously, the tips of her ears were even slightly red. How adorable was that? Still, I didn't want to let up. I loved teasing her, pushing her as far as I could.
"So you think I'm hot eh?" I lowered my voice and whispered into her ear. I started giving slow small light kisses starting with the side of her jaw, making my way down the shape of it. I felt her shudder and take a shaky breath as I brought up two fingers to tilt her chin up, kissing it at the point and approaching her lips as the final destination.
Before mine could connect with hers, both her hands came up and gently pushed my chest, increasing the aching distance between our lips. I think I almost groaned in desperate want.
"Only if you start playing again." She didn't deny or confirm my statement. Her lips were parted and her brown eyes were slightly darker but with a tiny glint of a sparkle in them. She turned her heel and scooped up the abandoned ball on the ground. "Ready to get hot and sweaty with me?" She asked, the evident husk of her tone sounding more suggestive and seductive then I've ever heard. She was regarding me with, might I just say, sultry sexy salacious eyes.
Wow wow wow this is a new side to Emily that I hadn't seen before, a side I'd much prefer if she brings it out more often if she had it in her. That look completely floored me. It made her feel ten times sexier, not that she isn't which she is, but it just adds a fresh new layer of sexiness to her. Emily's kind of sexy isn't the kind of sexy that struts around in heels and skimpy clothes with boobs half falling out of their bra cups; that's slutty. Hers is the kind of sexy with grace, poise, demeanor and character together with her hearty laugh, long lashes, dimples, petit frame and effortlessly flowing long hair. That isn't the typical kind of sexy but holy fuck somehow that is sexy to me. How did I walk past this girl for a year and not know she existed? Ludicrous.
At that moment, I just wanted to pounce on her and make her forget this whole silly basketball thing she wants to do.
Without a warning, Emily threw the ball at me. The kind of throw that was just like a chest pass. It was fast and direct. I had obviously zoned out. Luckily for my awesome and quick reflexes that I've trained for years, I managed to catch the ball.
"Stop staring at me and start." Emily's cheeky tone replaced the former salacious tone. "You first." She positioned herself just inside the three-point arc at the centre of the court, waiting for me to start.
I grinned in amazement and without shame at my gorgeous girlfriend who just chided me for drooling over her. I let the ball fall from my hand and started bouncing it towards her; my skills never left me; the ball felt like an old friend. Emily backed a little and stretched out her arms wide open in a stance attempting to hinder my path. She definitely was no match against me even with my injury. Nothing's gonna stop this ball from getting into the hoop when I wanted it.
I edged forward at her and she backed up even more. Switching the ball over to my left hand, I tried going left but she met me and her hands reached out, attempting to swipe the ball away from my bounce. Not bad. Of course I wasn't really going up against her; I wouldn't actually stand around the same area for close to ten seconds without making a move or entice my opponent to steal my ball. Still I wanted to show off a little to her, to let her see how good I am at basketball, wow her pants off; that sounded less dirty in my head I swear. I quickly switched the ball over to my stronger right hand, moving sideways first before the plan was to cut in and do a layup.
Just as I was about to go forward with the precise movement and complete the intended plan, Emily stepped into my path and planted a big kiss right on my lips. It went on for like three seconds and I lost all focus and forgot what I wanted to do after I felt her soft lips on mine. My hand stilled and the ball bounced limply without a direction. When I was about to reach up and cup her face and lose myself, she broke away and chased after the ball, picked it up and flung it at the hoop. And when I say flung, it was more of a two handed over-the-head kind of fling, the type that usually wouldn't get balls into hoops, the amateur kind of maniac throw. But the ball rightly smacked itself on the top corner of the rectangular box on the board and fell straight into the net. Apparently the great Naomi Campbell was no match against her girlfriend. Emily gave a squeal of delight and punched her fist in the air, giving a little dance after. That was beyond adorable.
"Not fair!" I shouted indignantly but with great amusement. "You cheated!"
Emily winked at me, her eyes dancing with mischievousness, "You got distracted."
I feigned a huff and collected the ball, "You distracted me!"
"You're very distractable." Emily slowly licked her lips and smirked smugly when my gaze was transfixed on her lips. There it was, flashes of her cheeky sexy side. She seemed to realise that she has an effect on me. Of bloody course she has. She can't kiss me like that and expect me not to be distracted!
I gave my best pout and resumed the initial starting position outside the three-point arc again, this time determined to be less distracted. Is that possible? I mean, when Emily's within my line of sight, everything in my vision just fades away leaving only her. I'd definitely lose it if she pulled another sneaky kiss on me.
This time I approached quickly and before she had anytime to react, I spun away from her by doing a three-sixty pivot on my right leg, took a step, braced myself and jumped, releasing the ball. The ball flew from my hands and fell sweetly into the hoop with a plop. I grinned widely at Emily as she tried hard to show that she was smiling, what seemed to be of admiration, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards defiantly.
It was her turn next. She took the ball and started bouncing, awkwardly. Her bounces weren't smooth or balanced and she was using a great deal of concentration trying to keep it bouncing and avoid me at the same time. I backed off giving her more space than I usually would for an opponent. My girlfriend was looking so focused with a cute frown of concentration on her face that I didn't have the heart to steal the ball away from her.
Emily bounced the ball haphazardly to her right, still trying to keep me at distance. I followed, still at a distance, but keeping up at blocking her path. I reached out and pretended to swipe the ball out of her hands; I was definitely not going to do any proper stealing from her, it was all good fun. She squealed and turned her back towards me attempting to shield the ball from my reach.
I slithered up to her quietly, not quite touching her yet. With her body bent forward, she backed into me effectively pushing me backward. I tugged her hoodie with my left hand as my other reached over and pretended once again to steal the ball.
"Stop fouling me!" Emily half laughed and shrieked as she stopped bouncing and held the ball instead, her red hair getting messy and falling over her face.
I laughed and stopped tugging; she seemed so invested protecting the ball from me. Emily resumed the bouncing and backed into me again. By right you couldn't double bounce but to hell with the rules. Plus, this time Emily was using her arse to bump me backwards. So technically she was bumping her arse against my crotch, sort of jabbing me with it. This was causing all sorts of involuntary reactions to my stomach and limbs. I automatically placed both my hands on her hips, sorely wanting to keep her hips there. I wanted to slide them up over her waist and embrace her.
"No cheating!" Emily said and wriggled out of my grasp, completely crushing all rules by turning around with the ball in her hands and did her iconic over-the-head fling at the hoop. The ball sailed up through the air, dismally missed the hoop completely by a metre and landed directionless back on the ground. She gave a cry of disappointment as I chased after the ball, putting it through the hoop easily.
Emily's face was rosy with exertion with a few strands of her hair clinging on to her face but she was smiling looking all lovely and not sore at all. She was having a good time despite being really bad at this. My girlfriend's really fucking amazing.
"Your turn again," I smirked and bounce-passed the ball to her.
We kept it up like that for probably a good half hour. It was so much fun and exhilarating. I was spending time with the two most favourite things in my life right now. Emily's right; she did know me well enough. I missed playing basketball and although this frivolous playing right now was nothing compared to my intense matches, it just felt so good to be bouncing, shooting and doing those little tricks. So we went on like that, like two butterflies fluttering around, wings bumping into each other, creating specks of happiness dust between us.
After Emily's first shot through the hoop, she couldn't get anymore in even though I totally stood back at times to give her a good amount of space. I watched with amusement as the huffed and grumbled in good nature as she missed shot after shot. She surprised me though with her stamina. It looks like Rob Fitch's training over the years has paid off. She wasn't breathless and could keep up with my turns and short runs. My leg also seemed to be much better and I didn't feel much of a pull. Everything was rather perfect.
Eventually we stopped and I taught her the proper position to hold the ball and the technique of shooting. After supervising a few of her shots which half of them went through, I stepped away to get a drink of water. Emily was determined to continue practicing. That girl sure has fiery drive and determination.
I took my bottle and settled myself at the space between the three-point arc and the centre circle. Sitting down cross-legged, I unscrewed the cap, taking a hearty swig from it. Emily was tirelessly throwing the ball at the hoop and chasing it on the rebound. She sure had a lot of energy and stamina. I wondered if she also had stamina for other things…
I gave my head a small shake, bringing my thoughts back to earth and capped the bottle setting it aside. I placed a hand behind me and leant back on it enjoying the view. Life was good. The sky was cloudy, the air was cool, my leg was better, I'd just played basketball for the first time in almost three weeks but the most important thing now was staring and perving at my girlfriend's perky arse unintentionally wriggling in front of me as she continued on, oblivious to my blatant eying. I don't know what made her so enthusiastic about this sport but I'm definitely not complaining. She was the first girl that was really interested in what I loved, that actually talked about it with me and the first to involve herself with it. In addition, I got to sit here and enjoy a perfect view of her gorgeous bum. Life was fucking good indeed.
Emily seemed to be getting slightly frustrated at the lack of successive shots through the hoop. She was back to her over-the-head throw, which was just technically hilarious to watch.
"Don't throw it like that!" I shouted half with laughter.
Either she didn't seem to hear it or ignored me; she chased after the loose ball and flung it again at the hoop with great strength. The ball collided with the side of the rim and ricocheted straight back at her. She screamed and flung her hands over her head running away from the ball like it was attacking her.
That was the last straw. I burst out laughing, unable to contain my laugher after witnessing the silliness of the scene unfolding in front of me. Emily getting attacked by a ball! It was quite a sight.
My other hand clutched my stomach as I shut my eyes, unable to stop my body from shaking and the bubble of laughter coming out of my mouth. I managed to force my eyes to open a slit of vision and I saw this round and orange thing hurtling right at me.
"OUCH!" The ball slammed itself against the side of my mouth and rolled away. I let out a yell, "What the –" My hands flew up and grabbed the part where the ball had hit me as I scrunched up my eyes feeling the numb sensation spread over the area.
"Sorry sorry sorry!" Knees kneeled between my thighs and hands covered mine over my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw Emily's close up astonished and alarmed expression, shock written all over her face. "Shit, fuck, I'm so sorry!" She repeated, her hands cupping my face bringing it up to her.
I removed my hands and hesitantly dabbed my fingers to the left side of my lip that was starting to smart. Emily gently tilted my chin up so she could get a proper look.
"Shit Naoms I didn't mean to – I thought you'd see the ball – I'm so sorry." Emily's voice was wavering and thick, her eyes full of fear, worry and guilt. Her cheeks were slightly red and her fringe was falling over her eyes, she looked distraught.
My slight annoyance instantly vanished in a thin puff of smoke. I realised I couldn't stay annoyed at her at all not even when she hit me with a ball and looked so upset doing that. I grabbed her right hand with my left, encasing it fully in mine; my right hand encircled around her waist, placing itself on her lower back and pulled her into me so that her legs and knees settled fully onto mine.
"Hey – hey it's okay yeah," I whispered, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles calming her.
"No it's not. Why are you comforting me? I hit you! – with a ball! God I'm such an ass." Emily fretted, worry lines creasing her forehead again, her voice slightly shrill.
I chuckled, "Yeah you have such an ass too."
Emily stared at me not quite getting what I was talking about. Oops, I didn't mean to let that sentence verbally out of my head.
"Naomi Campbell were you staring at my ass the whole time?" Emily asked incredulously as she caught on, her mouth starting to crack into a smile, forgetting what she was so worried about a moment ago.
"No! I mean, maybe… just a perv or two." More likely a hundred times. I flashed a smile and blinked my eyes innocently.
Emily looked at me through slanting eyes, not at all believing what I said but at the same time looking like she was secretly happy at that; her smile threatened to blossom.
But that smile fell again as her eyes took in the damage she had done to my lip. Removing her hand from mine and bringing it up, her fingers shakily traced the side of my jaw first before gently using her index finger to trace over my lip, which I believe, felt a little swollen.
"Hey it's alright, no big deal, I get injured all the time." I said immediately as I saw her guilty expression again. Although my lip smarts, it wasn't a big deal compared to how worried Emily looked right now.
"No it's just – I'm so sorry, I ruined your… gorgeous lips." The last two words tumbled out in a mumble as Emily turned shade of pink again, her eyes not quite daring to meet mine as she flushed. Fuck me, she said my lips are gorgeous.
"Well I think my lips still are gorgeous when it's swollen." I pumped my lips up and pouted trying to throw a hint.
Emily rolled her eyes, a smile gracing her lips once again. "If you say so."
"So what do you have to do now?" I asked. Seeing her confused expression, I tapped my index finger to my lips and smirked. "This needs healing don't you think?"
"Okay… and…" I could see that Emily caught on to what I was implying but was trying hard not to give in too easily; her smile was looking adorably shy and bashful again and it just made my heart start beating a little harder.
"So," I pushed again, loving this banter between us. "Kissing this," I tapped my lips again to emphasize and using my best seductive eyes, "would make it heal even faster."
To my surprise, Emily placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the ground. My back hit the warm concrete ground and my insides twisted with delight as Emily straddled my hips, her hands on either side of my face and her body hovering, bringing her face right above mine, just mere inches away. Her vibrant red hair fell and hung down on both sides of her face, curtaining us into our own world. My vision was only full of red hair, and Emily's beautifully flushed face and features in close up. She bit her lip and a dark look of want clouded her eyes. An electrifying thrill bolted through me and I was instantly turned on. Emily pushing me down and being on top was such a fucking turn on. Her eyes were darker and her gaze was smoldering hot and trained on my eyes. They flicked down to my lips. I gulped and licked mine, anticipating what was possibly coming.
"It better get better after this," Emily growled, her hot breath hitting my lips that were quivering with want.
She lowered her face and closed the achingly last few centimeters as I closed my eyes. Her lips pushed against mine tentatively at first, then stronger with want and my mind exploded. I reached up and encircled my hands around her back, pulling her down onto me as we kissed with escalating urgency, unreservedly and fervidly. I tasted the slight strawberry flavour of her lip balm on her lips; I could smell a whiff of her faint perfume and fruity shampoo over a slight layer of her slight perspiration and that drove my hormones even crazier. We were in broad daylight, in the middle of an old basketball court, making out like frenzied teenagers as though we couldn't get enough of each other. I really couldn't get enough of Emily, from the way she smells and how sweet she tastes.
And I realise that kissing Emily was more than mind blowing. She was making me feel so much with just kissing. Of course I don't feel that it's just kissing. It was about the way my body responded to her in a way that I never got that from anyone else that I've kissed. I've had spectacular kisses before but this with Emily just trumps all of them. It makes me redefine that word and that unexplainable feeling that comes with it all over. It's like my mind goes into overdrive and everything else automatically shuts down. All I could concentrate was feeling the way her lips moved perfectly against mine and how they fit and react naturally to each other. Tiny kisses shared with her bring a happy smile on my face; this proper full on hard kissing is just fucking blissful.
She cupped my face and angled her lips and I made slight noises of approval as she nibbled on my lower lip then covering it with her soft lips and started sucking deliciously on it. A warm sensation rippled through my body and my hands gripped her back harder, pushing her impossibly closer and flushed against me, feeling my knickers starting to get wet. My body was responding very positively to the way she was kissing me. I don't know if she knows that she's having that effect on me.
I gasped as she accidentally sucked on the sore spot on my lip and she took the opportunity to slip her hot and wet tongue onto my mouth, moaning as mine sought and met hers, flicking and massaging sloppily. I was in ecstasy. Another wave of heat surged through my body and into my knickers as I shuddered from the tip of her tongue flicking against mine. Clamping my thighs together and propping them up, I pushed her body further into me, if that was even possible. Fuck, she felt so good in my arms, tasted so good, smelt so good and made me feel so good. I was utterly flailing, drowning in her. I was this close to impulsively whipping that annoying hoodie off. But that was dangerous territory. I knew I wasn't going to do anything beyond just kissing, especially if she wasn't the one making the first move – you know in that way. I wanted to give her all the space she needed, never pressurizing her. Sure I'd desperately want to properly have her but only when she showed that she's ready.
As though the sky knew I needed a time-off, two drops of rain suddenly fell on my forehead and tumbled down. We broke our hazy, breath reducing kisses reluctantly and Emily craned her neck to look at the sky, feeling the drops of rain too. I lifted my eyes, seeing ominous low hanging clouds and a grey sky.
"It's gonna rain," Emily stared at the sky a bit more and then down at me.
I felt her starting to lift her body off mine and grabbed her close. "But not so soon," I said and curled my hand behind her neck bring her head down, pushing our lips together again, feeling Emily smile into the kiss as I assaulted them relentlessly, fully aware of how short a time I've left before it really pours.
A steady drizzle started and Emily's hoodie was getting wetter. I pushed myself up and flipped us over without breaking the kiss. Emily gave a small yelp into my lips as her back hit the ground as gently as I could place her. It was better for me to be on top since I was wearing a waterproof jacket. That should hold off the rain from her for a bit. Maybe the drizzle will subside. I was too obsessed with kissing her right now; I couldn't stop.
Just then, a sound of lightning and thunder clashed monstrously, startling both of us. The rain poured down heavily, torrentially and coated us within seconds.
"Naomi," Emily pushed my shoulders with her hands. "We're getting very wet!"
Oh Emily, the double meaning there wasn't intentional is it? You've no idea how really wet in so many ways I am right now.
I placed my hands on the ground and pushed off her. Snatching up our bags and the ball, I grabbed her hand and we dashed hand in hand towards the direction of my house. It was thankfully about two hundred metres away down the road and around the corner.
I couldn't run too fast yet due to the injury. I even skidded and almost slipped a couple of times on the wet pavement but Emily was there to catch and steady me, squeezing my hand with hers with assurance as we ran for shelter.
We finally got to my house. I rummaged for the keys from my bag, stuffing it violently into the keyhole and wrenched the door open, pushing Emily inside first before getting in and slamming it shut with a satisfying bang. We leant against the closed door on our backs, breathing heavily from the sprint. Catching each other from the corner of our eyes, we broke into bubbles of laughter.
"Never want to do this again!" Emily panted out and I readily agreed even though the idea running down the streets with her hand in mine in the rain sounded and felt rather romantic, physically not so much.
I pushed myself off the door and removed my shoes, feeling disgusted that they were soaked and squishy. The rainwater had seeped into the holes that were on the surface of the shoe and soaked through my socks. Emily was also removing hers which was probably soaked too. The bottoms of her jeans were dark and wet from splashing through those puddles along the way and her grey hoodie was covered with dark intricate patterns of rainwater. Her hair was matted, making it slightly darker as the strands clung onto the side of her face. She brushed the strands away and ran her hands lightly over her hair, attempting to smoothen it. I was mesmerized just with that. How could that one simple act evoke such fascination to me?
Emily shivered, curled her toes and hugged herself, rubbing her hands over her arms. I snapped out of my thoughts and hurried up the stairs.
"I'll get you a change of clothes," I called back.
"No I'm fine! I'm not –"
"Come on, you're staying for a bit anyway. It's not a problem."
And with that I disappeared into my room and quickly hunted around for a smaller t-shirt that felt too fitting on me for comfort and a decent old pair of shorts I couldn't fit anymore. These will do.
I rushed down and handed the clothes over to her along with a fluffy white towel. "Bathroom's over there," I pointed. "Use what you need to wash up. I'm going to change out of these too," I gestured at mine.
With a smile of appreciation, Emily headed off while I went up to my room and quickly changed into a large white t-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts. I fluffed out my hair, trying to dry them and smoothened my slightly tangled blonde locks before going down again. Emily was out of the bathroom and looking around for a place to hang her wet clothes dry.
My t-shirt fit her snugly stopping short at her hips. The pair of shorts seemed just a bit too large and was sitting low on her hips like they were about to drop down if I pulled at it. I wished I could test the theory to prove I'm right. The thing that totally caught my full attention was the curve of her tits against the material of the shirt that looked fucking fantastic even being hidden. I mean, I can't exactly see them but they looked… bigger, more… full, making her look curvier, sexier. They didn't look like that before and yes, I had been observing slyly and obsessively for the past week. Maybe she was wearing a slight push-up bra? Fucking hell, she did look gorgeous in that. Luckily that hoodie had to go or I wouldn't have gotten such a sight.
I would kill to be your clothes, cling to your body and hang from your bones. I would kill to be the cold, tracing your body and shaking your bones.
"Want some hot chocolate?" I asked noticing that my voice had become a little hoarse, trying to break away from my full on raging perv and she nodded enthusiastically.
I went to the kitchen and started preparing to make my version of hot chocolate. I heaped a generous amount of chocolate powder and poured a quarter of milk into the two separate mugs, stirring it into a smooth paste and adding a sprinkle of cinnamon power to them. Pouring some milk into a small pan, I placed it over the stove and heated it for about three minutes, whisking it after till it's frothy and poured it into the two mugs, stirring again.
Perfect. The scent of the hot chocolate was delicious and I hoped Emily would love it. I grabbed a container of my favourite biscuits with my right hand and carried the mugs by their handles carefully with my left, making my way out. Emily had already taken her books and stationery out and was settling comfortably on the rug on one side of the coffee table.
Okay, this was definitely not part of the plan! What happened to cuddling on the sofa? Just my wishful thinking of course.
I placed the mugs and container on the table and took the spot adjacent to her trying to get as close as possible. It was a bit of a squeeze and as much as I'd like to sit beside her, I couldn't. Seems like I have to do something about the arrangement of the furniture soon.
"Wow!" Emily grabbed a mug and inhaled deeply. "It smells delicious!" She exclaimed and took a sip, and then a bigger one, closing her eyes, gulping and licking her lips a good number of times. "Mmmmmm," she dragged her hum of approval long and low.
My eyes widened immediately and my tongue automatically darted out and licked my own lips even though I hadn't taken a sip yet. Fuck, that wasn't supposed to be such a turn on either. I don't know what it is about her that whatever she does just makes my mind go all crazy over the simplest and most innocent of actions and noises. I think I was possibly jealous of the hot chocolate.
Emily snapped her eyes open and gave such a bright smile that I felt my chest expand to such outrageous and enormous proportions. "It tastes wonderful. Best I've ever had," she said seriously.
I mirrored her smile. Kiss her you fuckwit, kiss her! My brain yelled. And why not? I could because I had the right to. I could kiss her randomly and at anytime I wanted because she's all mine. I leant forward and noticed that Emily had already done the same. Clearly we had the same intentions. Our lips met in a slow and tender kiss. The taste of hot chocolate was still on her lips and fuck me, she tasted so sweet. Hot chocolate and Emily's lips: Best combination ever.
As much as I'd like to continue kissing her and lose myself in that, Emily slowly pulled back. Her chocolate brown eyes were shining and looking at me with such tenderness. Her lips curled into a bashful smile and her cheeks were slightly pink. She really is fucking beautiful.
Starting to feel a little hungry, I opened the biscuit container and took a piece out, taking a huge bite out of it. "Want one?" I asked between munches, holding the container out to her.
"What's that?" She asked curiously.
"Garibaldis. What, you haven't had them before?" Emily shook her head. "I'm like, rather fond of them." I swallowed and took another, offering it to her this time.
Emily took it, looking at the biscuit a little, like she was inspecting it or something, sniffed at it with her cute nose and nibbled the corner of the rectangular biscuit.
"No no, that's not the way to eat it," I swallowed my hot chocolate in hurry, almost scalding my throat. "You gotta take a bigger bite together with the raisins and all. Goes great hot chocolate." I nudged her cup of hot chocolate nearer as she took a bigger bite and chewed with an amused smile on her face.
"Oh it does." She said after taking a sip of the hot chocolate. "Didn't know you're a connoisseur when it comes to biscuit pairing," she added cheekily, taking another biscuit and munching on it.
I'm biased to say that, of all the important things that I look for in a girlfriend, enjoying Garibaldis and hot chocolate suddenly became one of the top priorities. No one could understand why I love eating them. Think about your favourite odd food; it could be a smelly tofu or durian or something no one enjoys but you do and you'll get it. Few of my ex's didn't like it, some ate them politely when offered, and even my mom didn't see what the fuss was about over them. But Emily, she certainly looked like she was genuinely savouring them from the way she was taking yet another piece. What can I say? Emily was perfectly for me.
She held out half of the biscuit left on her hand with a smile and brought it to my mouth. Grinning, I took the whole of it eagerly and her fingers brushed against my lips, sweeping away crumbs before she removed them. My lips tingled and I so wanted grab her fingers and kiss them.
After our little snack, we settled into our books with Emily patiently explaining some complicated concept to me that we just recently learnt. Needless to say, I couldn't get it in class but with Emily's clear explanations and patience, I probably had a better grasp of what this topic was about. Velocity. Seriously, I don't understand why I needed to care about the constant and changing velocity and how understand that would improve my life.
She left me with a couple of simpler questions while she tackled on her coursework. I started at the first question and managed to come up with a solution that I'm not even sure was correct. Whatever. I tried the second one and stared at it for a good deal of time, completely losing all hope at solving it even in the incorrect way. I pursed my lips and frowned, tapping my pencil on the notepad in annoyance and boredom, spacing out and listening to the occasional rumblings of thunder outside. I turned my head towards Emily to see how she's doing, agreeing to myself that I liked this sight better than these ridiculous numbers that didn't make sense.
She was crouching over her notes, seemingly engrossed, mouthing the text silently to herself. Her fringe fell over her eyes and she tried to tuck it behind her ear unsuccessfully as it fell again. A cute frown was on her face. Man, even her frowning was cute. I mean, I think 'cute' wouldn't be the word to describe me if I was frowning over math problems; I'd look murderous. I propped my left elbow up and rested my chin on my open palm just simply looking, enjoying the view.
I don't know how long I was staring but Emily suddenly looked up as though she sensed my intensive staring. Our eyes met and she looked down at her notes and blushed. I continued unabashedly staring, a small smile creeping from my lips. She chanced a look at me again and broke into an awkwardly shy smile.
"What are you doing?" Her husky voice was laced with a small smile. God I love the way she sounds all shy.
I took a small sigh, "Relieving my boredom by enjoying the beautiful view that's all."
Emily blushed even harder but the same beautiful smile shone. "Concentrate Naoms," she teasingly chided me.
"You're distracting me."
"You're easily distractable." And we both chuckled, remembering the similar conversation that had taken place earlier.
Emily tutoring me is actually turning out to be a bit of a problem. I just couldn't concentrate for long periods when all she was around me; this was different in the past where I could sit still for at least two hours. I stood up, shut my book and took her hand pulling her up despite her weak protests, letting her pencil fall and abandoning our coursework after just about an hour later. I guided us to the couch that was behind me and lowered myself pulling her down with me.
"Can we just… have a cuddle break?" I said, feeling suddenly rather shy at my request. This was what I had wanted so badly all afternoon yet I couldn't help feeling a little shy asking.
"Yeah." Emily smiled shyly as she scooted closer to me and brought up her legs, tucking them sideways and settling her thighs on mine. I automatically lifted my right arm and encircled it around her shoulders, pulling us even closer. To my utter dismay, Emily grabbed the television remote and turned on the telly, flicking through the channels for a bit before settling on some crappy game show. So much for planning to spend some quiet cuddling time together, the telly just had to be the third party. I was about to grumble about that when Emily wrapped her arms around me, snuggled against me and rested her head on my shoulder, effectively shutting me up.
Contentment settled upon me. This was nice, watching some crappy show on my crappy telly and being wrapped up in Emily's arms on a late rainy afternoon. This wasn't something I normally did. This was simple and strangely satisfying. I sighed deeply and inhaled her scent that was mingled with the rain. She even smelled nice with rainwater in her hair.
"Gee Em you smell like rain," I nosed the hair near her temple and sniffed.
"Oh, I should wash up again," she said, attempting to pull away but I held her tightly to me.
"No! I mean, it's nice, you smell nice with the rain." I threaded my fingers through her hair and loosened the slightly damp ends watching her eyelids flutter close. She liked that. That is something to take note of.
"You're weird," Emily giggled and replied with an amused and low husky tone.
"Oh yeah? Too bad you're stuck with me."
Emily smiled, lifted her head and kissed me gently on the cheek before turning back to watching the game show, which I found out, was 'Minute To Win It'.
I was entertained for a while but I was eventually watching Emily watch the game show. Seriously, watching her was ten times more interesting than watching the game show. She gasped when the contestant dropped the marble, gripped my shirt when time was running out, cheered when he completed the task. All I could think of was when she would be gripping my shirt, pulling it off and gasping my name when I did things to her. Shit this was terrible; I had a one-track mind.
I blinked it away and looked at Emily again, recalling everything between us. At that moment when she agreed to be my girlfriend, I felt so so fucking happy and extremely relived. I smiled till my jaw hurt; my heart swelled threatened to burst. Every jealous feeling dissipated and relief washed over me as Emily kissed my uncertainties away. I had thought I was taking things too fast and it might be scaring her, after all she never had a boyfriend or girlfriend. But when she clarified things and kissed me, it squashed all my doubts and my heart just took flight for her.
I was fucking enamoured with her. I found every bit of her fascinating, enthralling, captivating, mesmerizing. I wanted to know every bit about her, to what makes her tick, what makes her sad, what makes her happy and what turns her on. I wanted to spend every minute by her side because she makes me feel like I've become someone different. I've never considered myself to be lonely; I had a small group of best friends, I was playing basketball in school, I had fans, I had girls clamouring to be my girlfriend but I never knew what I was missing until Emily showed up and filled a gap in my life that I never even knew existed. She made me a happier person from the first time I really knew her; she was more in-tuned with me than no one else had been. I don't know how to describe this; it's like we just connect on a mutual level. And it's kind of ridiculous to feel all of this when we've only been together for a short while but I guess this is the special connection with her that separates her and the other girls.
Her sitting in my arms, snuggling into me, sharing little random kisses – it felt so natural and made to be like we'd be doing for weeks or months or years. I marveled how we fell into an easy comfortableness that we already achieved being together for just about a week.
"You're staring again." Emily voice broke my thoughts as she turned her head to me.
I looked silently into her beautiful eyes and we held our gaze. The way she was looking at me was, tender yet intense, like she was looking at something deep within me, something I'm not even sure what it was. No one ever looked at me like that and made me feel overwhelmed at the way she was looking at me. She made me feel open and vulnerable but secure all at the same time. This girl could seriously ruin me. She could break my heart; she could leave me crushed; she could make me die for her.
I can sense it; something important is about to happen. It's coming up.
"You make me so happy," I admitted quietly, laying my heart bare like I've never done before.
Her stare was intense, intensified; her eyes were dark, looking, searching. Then a flitting pass of acknowledgment exchanged between us. If I was afraid that I was the only one completely invested in this relationship, I didn't really have to be.
Relationship. How that word actually meant something to me now. All of mine had been frivolous, fleeting and ephemeral. This was something that I wanted to last, something serious, something precious, and something special as all that it was with Emily.
"I feel the same too," she replied softly as she closed her eyes and leant in.
I met her kiss halfway and sighed happily at the contact of our lips. I kissed her softly and delicately, tasting her delectable lips. Everything about this was tender and we both didn't want to push it. I was just content with this, kissing her, telling her all that she meant to me, a seal of our mutual acknowledgement. We kissed languidly and tenderly, small kisses filled with a slow burning passion. Emily's hand started to rub small circles on my lower back and I pulled her further into my arms, still keeping the softness of our kisses. I'm not sure if she was aware of it but I was very aware of her push-up bra-clad t-shirt covered breasts pressing gently against mine. This small contact alone was shooting tiny watts of static both to my mind and my core, creating a small pool between my legs. This was insanely erogenous; yet so gentle and so gratifying.
It takes courage to enjoy it. The hardcore and the gentle, big time sensuality.
I don't know how long we went on but the telly was abandoned and so were our books. The rain continued to beat down relentlessly, the thunder rumbled louder than ever but nothing could break us out of our little bubble. We created our own world where only us existed and everything else just didn't matter.
Just then, there was a sound of a key turning in its lock and the front door swung open.
"Terrible weather! It's been raining bollocks for nearly three hours! Naomi! Did you – OH!" Mom burst through the front door complaining about the weather, shaking her huge black umbrella and slamming the door shut.
Emily pulled away at the sound of the intruder and immediately blushed, pressing her forehead against my shoulder hiding her face. I groaned inwardly. Why does my mom have to always spoil moments like this? She certainly had a way to make a grand entrance. This was somewhat similar to the day when I invited Emily over and confessed my attraction to her. At least this time Emily didn't freak out and push away from me.
"Hi Emily nice to see you here again!" My mother beamed overly brightly with an excited chirpy voice.
"Hi Gina," Emily looked up and returned a polite greeting, face still flushed from being caught kissing me.
"I'll be going upstairs to change and check the windows. You girls can carry on with it." My mother gave me a knowing look and hurried past us smiling manically.
"God this is so embarrassing," Emily buried her face at the side of my neck and groaned.
"What is?"
"Your mom catching us kissing again is what!" She pulled back and gave me a horrified look.
I chuckled at her reaction, "She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she even instructed us to carry on." My eyes flicked down to her lips. They were pink, slightly swollen from kissing and oh so damn deliciously moist. I licked my lips in anticipation and leant in with gusto to attack them.
"Don't," Emily gently pushed me away. "Your mom's home." She obviously feels very shy about this and I didn't push it, though very grudgingly.
"Emily would you like some tea?" Gina's voice floated down as she descended the stairs.
"We're busy mom." I said with as much finality to my tone as possible hoping she'd get the hint that I wanted to be left alone.
"Nonsense! A little tea would hurt! Emily dear, would you like some? Herbal tea perhaps? Has Naomi been treating you well? I see she has offered you her Garibaldis. Those alone are a bit too dry I feel. It will go excellent with tea. You know, tea and biscuits go well." Gina chattered away.
I rolled my eyes and closed them for a few seconds suppressing my faint annoyance. I love my mom, I really do, but she really was daft and knew how to intrude in the most inappropriate of times.
Emily laughed and looked at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Thanks Gina tea would be great!"
I huffed at Emily's reply and gave her a sad disapproving pout as mom banged away at the tins and kettle creating a bit of a din. I definitely need to have a few words with that woman.
"Girls! Would you come and give me a hand with the tea cups?"
I grimaced and sighed. The water's not even boiled yet for fucks sake. Can she be even more obvious that she wants to interrupt us?
"Come on babe." Emily chuckled and gave a final peck on my lips before untangling herself from me, standing and pulling me up by the hand.
She dragged me into the kitchen as I grumbled inaudibly to myself. Gina was busying herself over some tins, apparently deciding which tea to brew.
"What kind of tea do you have?" Emily asked curiously as my mother opened a few tins.
I took a seat at the wooden table, propping my legs up on the chair as I watched Emily and my mother interact over tealeaves. Honestly, I was glad mom seemed to have taken an immense liking to Emily and Emily with her. I could tell that Emily was attentively listening as she rattled away the different types of herbs and leaves, their properties and their uses. I grabbed a couple of garibaldis and munched away, zoning out of their tea discussion because I was looking at Emily move about in my t-shirt and shorts. She looked so goddamn sexy in them, the curve of her breasts and the way her hips swayed, and her red hair, oh so vibrant and alluring. I thought she looked great with red hair as she did with her natural brown one. God this girl is spectacularly beautiful.
"Naomi. Naomi! Stop staring at Emily and make yourself useful," Gina's voice cut through my thoughts. She eyed me with a cheeky glint in her eye. "Get the cups from the cupboard."
I flushed indignantly and sheepishly, catching Emily's shy look. I wondered what is the benchmark number of times that staring at your girlfriend's arse is acceptable before being over creepy.
I strode over to the cupboard and took out three cups, placing them a little too hard on the table.
"Don't mind her Emily dear, Naomi's always sulky for unknown reasons," Gina said breezily, pouring the brewed tea out of the pot and into the cups.
"I do not sulk!"
"She can be a bit of a moody cow at times," Gina continued like she didn't hear me, "especially when she was pining for you at that time…"
"Mother!" I bristled, feeling my face heat up in great embarrassment as Emily quirked her lips and raised an eyebrow at me.
Mom carried on, "Oh shush you were positively gushing over her even when you thought she didn't fancy you at all."
Emily lowered her eyes and turned a delicate shade of red at mom's comment.
"Remind me never to confide in you again." I rolled my eyes pointedly and crossed my arms.
Gina laughed and threw me another knowing smile. Yes she was annoying but I knew I needed her at that time when I was down and didn't know what to do. She was always for me, there for me, giving me the advice I needed. And Emily was mine now. Both Effy and her had a part to play in this.
Fortunately, conversation steered away from that and into a general territory. Gina talked mostly to Emily and asked about herself and her family. Emily was delightedly answering questions and really making great conversation. She was very sweet and respectful to her. Most importantly both of them felt comfortable conversing with each other, sharing a good few laughs.
It was all good until mom unearthed a slim, battered and old leather book. My eyes widened in horror as mom sat down at the table and started to peel open those slightly dusty pages that held frightening photos of my childhood. Oh my god, this woman is going to embarrass every stage of my life.
"What are you doing?" I almost screamed, "You haven't taken that out for years!"
"Exactly! And now's an excellent time. Emily can get to know you better!"
I cursed fluently under my breath and covered my face with my hands as Gina enthusiastically showed my photos to Emily. Oohs and aahs fiiled my ears they poured over my photos. It wasn't a thick album but Gina seemed to be telling an exaggerated story behind every photo. I didn't know whether to be frustrated with her or delighted at Emily's interest in my embarrassing photos. I didn't think I was a cute kid like most children where. I had a mob of unkempt hair most of the time and was a little on the scrawny underfed side as we had not much then. Though photos at that time were expensive to develop, Gina had taken them, though sparingly which explains the thin album; she'd insisted that photos were important to her to record my growing stages.
"Awww," both of them said in unison.
"What? What photo's that?" I snapped my head up.
"Naoms you look so cute washing your head with soap," Emily giggled.
A strangled scream erupted from my throat. It was a photo of myself sitting in a small plastic tub with my head full of soapsuds. I was naked and beaming brightly at the camera. I was two and it isn't a big deal that I was photographed bathing because that was what our childhood photos are made of but that didn't mean I was okay with Emily looking at my topless two year old self!
"Enough!" I grumbled.
Emily dragged her chair over and ran her fingers gently up and down my arm and that surprisingly was soothing me. She brushed her nose against my cheek and whispered into my ear, "You look really adorable you know that?"
"When I was two or now?" I snaked my arm around her waist pulling her nearer to me.
"When you were two of course." She gave me a side grin.
"Cheeky." I kissed her nose and automatically moved to her lips.
"My my look at the time it's nearly six!" Gina suddenly exclaimed.
I had quite forgotten she was still in the kitchen but she just had to interrupt hadn't she. My eyes shot daggers at her oblivious self.
"And dear me it's still raining though it's not quite as heavy," said Gina peeking out of the windows. "You've got to stay for dinner Emily dear."
I looked at Emily and nodded insistently.
"I'd love to," Emily replied with a smile.
"Afraid we don't have much though. Would you mind some reheated leftover homemade pasta? I promise you it's great! But I'll throw in a fish and prepare some soup to go along." Gina opened the refrigerator and started taking out food.
Not long after we were settled at the kitchen table, tucking heartily into the meal and drinking a can of beer each.
"This is delicious," Emily said between bites. "Nothing like my mom's food."
"What does she cook?" Gina asked.
"She's into like, health food and stuff since dad owns a gym." Emily swallowed. "We never had canned soup. Ours is like soup with weird beetroot and cabbage in it. James calls it bollocky wankshite." She half chuckled and gave a grossed out face.
"Sounds like you should come over for dinner more often yeah?" Gina said and I agreed happily.
I never thought I'd find myself one day sitting in the kitchen with my mother and girlfriend for two hours, having a slow dinner easy conversation. I was enjoying watching the interaction and didn't want dinner to end as that meant Emily would leave. Thankfully Gina cracked open another can of beer for her and brought out a slice of cheesecake for dessert. That really prolonged the dinner as Emily was taking really tiny bites out of the cake, claiming she was too full to go on but eventually finishing it.
"I think I should be going soon," Emily declared, pushing off from the table and wobbled a little after attempting to stand.
I tried not to let my face fall too distinctively. I glanced at the clock; it was a little past nine. Time flew by too quickly when Emily's around.
"Thank you so much for the dinner Gina," Emily said graciously.
"Not at all my dear, it's been too long since Naomi's brought back someone I've taken quite a liking to." Gina winked and Emily smiled shyly. That was her stamp of approval of Emily. You've no idea how much that meant to me.
I got up grudgingly from my chair and followed Emily to get her clothes for her to change back into. I wanted her to stay the night but there was absolutely no reason to. The rain had stopped and though the air was chilly and the ground was cold and wet, it was no excuse to make her stay. Besides, I don't know whether Emily was comfortable to stay the night with me, in my bed. I mean, we weren't gonna do anything. God help me how much I'd like to take things further but it was way to early; I don't want to scare her or push her. I am resolved to taking things slow although it's using every ounce of resolution in me not to pounce on her every time when I'm alone with her.
"Oh no!" Emily was patting her jeans and looking distraught.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"They're still damp."
"S'alright I can lend you clothes." Gina was leaning against the kitchen door in her apron watching this exchange. Our eyes met and I caught a strange look from her eye.
"Why don't you stay over?" Gina casually said like she was airing a passing thought. From where she stood, her gaze never left me; this time there was a glint in her eye. I literally froze; what was she playing at? My heart started thumping against my ribs as I stole a tiny glance at Emily.
Emily paused in her actions and looked uncertainly at Gina. "T-That wouldn't be nice," she stuttered, fiddling her damp clothes.
"It's not a problem!" Gina waved her hands, brushing Emily's concern away. "Besides, it's getting late now and I don't want a girl like you to go home alone."
"It's okay I'll walk her," I suggested, trying my best to be helpful. I didn't want to cause Emily any discomfort if I also insisted that she stayed over but I was sure wishing very hard she did.
"Plus," Gina added ignoring my comment and peering out the window again, "it's cold and it looks like it might rain again."
Emily shifted uneasily and looked at me, waiting for some kind of response. I gave the most nonchalant shrug of my life like I didn't mind if she did or didn't stay over. Honestly I was tensed up from the anticipation. Okay, Emily staying over shouldn't be a big deal right? I mean she might not even share my bed; she could insist on taking the couch even though I wouldn't let that happen. Damn my mom. I don't know if I should be grateful or try to strangle her in her sleep for trying to put this gorgeous redhead of a temptation in my room.
"Okay, maybe I could take the couch? I don't want to be a trouble." Emily said after a little hesitation.
"That is out of the question!" Gina exclaimed. "We don't have a spare room but you could perhaps share Naomi's bed if you're fine with that?"
I swear my eyes widened considerably. I swallowed and glanced sideways at Emily who was giving me an equally startled look. Oh shit, she looks like she's having strong reservations about this. This was a bad move from Gina. Really bad move. She's scaring the fuck out of Emily.
"If – If N-Naomi doesn't mind?" Emily's husky voice trembled as she spoke.
My heart started racing wildly when I heard those words. I'm going to share a bed with Emily? I'm going to share a bed with Emily!
"I could take the couch if you're uncomfortable?" I said, throwing in my last chance of attempting a feigned reservation at this sleeping arrangement.
"Now that won't be necessary," Gina chuckled amusedly. "I'm sure Naomi wouldn't mind sleeping with you would she?"
I flushed crimson at those words. I bet she said those words on purpose! Oh my god this was so inappropriate; my mother seems to be trying to get me laid. Not that I mind but – no! this is Emily and this was too fast. I had violent internal struggle with my hormones, sanity and emotions and tried desperately to suppress the surge of excitement that was starting to rise in me. That failed and images of passion and tangled limbs flashed like neon lights in my mind.
I gripped my t-shirt tightly and took steady breaths to calm my hyperventilating mind. "My bed definitely has room for two," I said as calmly as my voice could manage, giving a very neutral answer. I noticed that Emily's face had also gone slightly red. I wondered if she also caught on to what Gina was insinuating.
"Sorted then!" Gina concluded and beamed at the both of us.
After this awkward exchanged, Emily fired off a text informing Katie that she wouldn't be home. We proceeded to wash and dry our plates and cups. I was washing the plates and taking a deliberately long time to getting it done. If I dragged on with the washing up, I wouldn't have to face the daunting task of sharing a bed with Emily. Eager as I was, I was still afraid of what was going to happen. Let me correct that; nothing was going to happen. Emily would keep to her side and I to mine with my hands firmly to myself. Yep that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
I washed the final plate and handed to Emily who was drying them. We didn't talk much to each other, both focusing on our tasks like obedient kids while Gina chattered with both of us while clearing the kitchen.
After that, I collected my books and headed up to my room deciding to clear up the bit of a mess my room is. I folded some clothes and kept them, neatened my untidy desk and straightened the double pillows on my bed. I realised my hands were slightly trembling and my heart beating erratically. Fucking hell I was bloody nervous and I couldn't figure out why. I don't usually let the ex-girlfriends stay over; I usually preferred to stay over at theirs. I guess I just didn't want to let them into my room much. But I'd willing let Emily stay over and was even clearing up the room like I wanted it to be perfect for her. It was out of character but felt so naturally normal to do this for her.
"Mind if I come in?" Emily stood outside the door and shyly poked her head in.
"Sure, I'm just tidying some stuff up." I stacked a few more books neatly before turning to her.
She stood unsurely, glancing around and rubbing her hand absent-mindedly on her forearm, her fringe falling over her eyes. I could tell she was nervous but I didn't want her to feel that way; I wanted her to feel comfortable, at ease in my own room; I wanted her to feel like she belonged here.
I gave her a new toothbrush and a fresh towel for her to wash up in my tiny toilet. After she was done, I brushed my teeth and washed my face, still trying to take my time. My nerves were all jittery, my hands fumbled clumsily as I changed my top and I knocked my elbow against the basin. Finally, I soothed my hair and took a deep breath before emerging from the toilet. Emily was looking through the books in my overstuffed bookshelf and looking seriously engrossed in it. I snuck up to her and wrapped my arms around her.
"Hey," I said resting my head on her shoulder, feeling her learn her warm body against me. My nerves dissipated and I felt more relaxed as her hands came up to rub gently on my arms. If there was a slight tension between us earlier on, it was all gone.
"You've so many good books," Emily replied, smiling as she traced the spines of the row of books with her forefinger.
"You can borrow them if you like."
"Really?"
"Of course. Let's go to bed?" I suggested when she stifled a yawn and nodded.
She pulled out the covers and got in on the right side while I took the left, switching off the bedside lamp. It didn't matter which side I took as I usually slept in the middle. Sharing a bed wasn't what I was accustomed to do but I would gladly have Emily in my bed.
"Good night Naoms." She gave a gentle peck on my lips and shuffled away, turning away from me resting on her right side, pulling the covers up to her chest.
I pulled the covers up around me, feeling rather strange as I glanced at Emily curled up on her side away from me. She was almost at the edge of the bed, leaving a huge gap of unused space between us. I swear if I poked her just a bit, she'd fall right off; that was how far I felt she was.
Was she feeling uncomfortable sharing the bed? I didn't want her to feel that way. Having her on her on my bed yet being so distant was painful. Cuddling on the couch was much more intimate than sleeping on separate sides of the bed. I wanted to go back to that moment. I reached over past the gap, wanting to stroke her beautiful red hair that was splayed on the pillow but stopped myself midway. Instead, I shuffled a little nearer to the centre of the bed.
"Ems, you don't have to sleep so far away you know." My voice sounded more disappointed than I actually meant for it to be. "I won't bite."
"What?" Emily turned around facing me, looking confused.
"Is this awkward? I mean – I don't want you to be uncomfortable sharing the bed, maybe I should take the couch." I resolved to do that. I really like this girl and if she wasn't used to sharing the same bed yet, I sure as hell wasn't going to make her uncomfortable even though it was making me extremely disappointed.
I felt Emily pull my arm. "No!" Emily said and closed the gap between us, "It's not that it's just – I thought you're not used to sharing a bed. So I wanted to give you more space."
This was unbelievable. This girl is unbelievable, in a good way. How did I manage to snag such a wonderfully considerate girlfriend? To think she was worried about me not having my own space!
"I do like my space but you're always an exception." I shuffled even closer watching her lips curl into a smile.
"Well lucky me. I was starting to feel cramped with the little space in that corner." She adjusted her head until her eyes were level with mine, our noses a few inches away from each other.
This was so much better. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could make out her delicate features from the faint moonlight that was streaming through the slightly opened window behind the bed.
My eyes flicked unwittingly to her lips and back to hers noticing that her eyes were trained on me. In a silent understanding, we inched our heads closer and I gently brushed my lips against hers, just barely grazing.
"Goodnight girls!" My mother called from behind my closed door. Both of us away jolted a bit. "Try not to be too loud!" I could hear that blatant cheeky tone in her voice. I made up my mind that I'll strangle her one day.
"Ugh sorry about my mom." I shook my head and pulled an annoyed and embarrassed face.
Emily chuckled, "Don't be, she's nice. I like her."
"Yeah? She can be so embarrassing sometimes." I rolled my eyes.
Emily chuckled a bit more. We both fell silent just staring into each other's eyes. I could never get bored watching her. I was a little too awake to fall asleep right away.
"I sleep naked," I blurted inappropriately, airing the first thought that popped into my mind in that peaceful lull.
"Huh?" Her eyes widened not knowing what to say.
"Just so you know."
"And?" A small smile crept up her face.
"And I'm a bit uncomfortable now." I threw a cheeky smile in return, loving to tease her.
She gave a laugh and nudged me gently on the ribs, "Unfortunately there's nothing I can do about it."
I adjusted my head on the pillow again, both of us silently staring tirelessly into each other's eyes. I was secretly admiring how pretty the shape of her eyes were and how long and luscious her lashes were when she blinked.
Hesitantly, Emily raised her right hand and gently brushed her thumb against my cheek. I looked into her dark brown expressive eyes as she continued, tracing her forefinger at the base of my hairline, feeling her finger curve past my temple, over the contours of my outer ear, past my ear lobe and the base of my jaw ending at the point of my chin. The trail she traced with her fingertip left my skin tingling. I watched her, aroused at the sensuality of the merest of touches. Then she started again, still hesitantly, soothing the length of my eyebrow, retracing it again, and sliding the tip of her finger down to the bridge of my nose. My eyes fluttered shut at her touch; the rate of my heartbeats steadily increased. It felt like she was studying me, tracing me, drawing me, memorizing me, like she was sketching me over and over as though trying to commit me to memory as I was doing the same with her.
My eyelids flicked open as she traced over the point of my nose, down the philtrum and over the spot on my lower lip that was hurt just earlier today.
"Sorry," Emily whispered sounding remorseful again, training her eyes on that spot, tracing it even more tenderly then ever.
"S'okay." I managed to croak out and gave a tiny shrug.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips briefly and my eyes automatically trained on them. The air between us hung still and silent except from the fresh drizzling rain. Emily lifted herself a little and leant towards me, tilting her head up and pressing a tender kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes as she placed another between my eyebrows, feeling her soft hair tickle my nose. I clenched and unclenched my hands, desperately wanting to pull her body against mine but I didn't want to stop what she was doing. I felt her warm breath fluttering against my cheek as she hovered, catching the slight whiff of minty toothpaste. Her lips kissed my cheek, then again, grazing her nose, gliding and ghosting over my tingling skin, all the way to my ear. Her warm breath hit my ear as she gently blew against it sending a deep delicious bone-shaking shiver down my spine all the way to my core. I've never been so turned on in my life and we hadn't touched or kissed yet.
"You're so beautiful," she barely whispered those words, her voice an octave lower and extremely husky.
I exhaled a shuddering breath and in an instant, Emily's lips were on mine kissing me with an intense smoldering hunger. She cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss as I opened my mouth, our tongues seeking, meeting and sliding sloppily against each other's. Her hands tangled themselves in my blonde tresses and I moaned loudly as she tugged at my hair, pulling my head impossibly closer, kissing me with a fiery and passionate frenzy. My insides undulated, sending a torrid burst of wetness into my already sodden knickers.
I gripped her waist and turned her over gently without breaking our kisses so that her head was on the pillow instead. Half my body hovered above her as I detached our lips hearing her slight undecipherable protests. Hands to yourself, my brain somehow interjected those words into my cloudy and hazy Emily-filled mind. I placed both elbows flat on the bedding beside her head, crouched over and pressed a much slower open mouth kissed a the side of her neck, gently sucking and tasting the sweet scent of her skin, careful not to make a mark. Emily exhaled a low groan and gripped my waist, tilting her head up giving me more access to her slender neck; her breath coming in short shallow bursts. I was dipping into dangerous territory. Part of my mind wanted to pull back and take this even slower or we'll end up going further than this.
But my half starved body had been celibate for so long. And I haven't had this rush of euphoria from just kissing for the longest time. Every pore of my skin galvanised where Emily touched or brushed. But this should never always be about me. I would think Emily would be more anxious if we took things further. From the innocence of everything we had previously done, I believed this would be her first time. I wanted her first to be perfect.
My bodily need overruled my mind as her fragrance mingled with the rain overwhelmed me. I kissed the spot on her neck where I sucked and flicked my tongue over, proceeding to kiss and flick over the rest of her smooth milky flesh. I delighted as I listened to her releasing tiny noises of approval, feeling her swallow frantically and lick her lips. My knees were straddling her thigh and I could only just do enough to stop myself from grinding into her.
Emily placed a hand behind my neck, urging me to kiss her, which I happily complied, crashing them together with renewed fervor and tasting her sweet minty breath once again. Her other hand came to rest on my hip, scrunching up my t-shirt, causing it to bunch up a little above my hip. My mind went into overdrive as she slid a finger unhurriedly over the exposed flesh that was between the waistband of my shorts and the hem of my bunched t-shirt. The flesh there possibly seared at her touch, turning up the heat in my body a few more notches. It was getting harder and harder to resist her. Why then was I holding back so much? She obviously was showing all the signs of going further albeit really slowly.
We just met and I know I'm a bit too intimate but something huge is coming up and we're both included.
Still kissing her heatedly, I managed to push aside all protests of taking things slow in my mind and bravely placed my left hand on her stomach, pushing up her t-shirt a little; I slowly slipped my hand in, the tips of my fingers meeting her smooth skin near the waistband of her shorts. My heart pounded wildly as we continued to kiss relentlessly, very well aware that she wasn't adverse to my touch. Feeling even bolder than before, I dragged my finger tips up her flat and toned stomach. Her eyes were tightly shut and I felt her abs tighten as she sucked in a breath that wiped out the air from my lungs, moaning into my lips as I traced my thumb on the underside of her bra, barely grazing the piece of material. Her skin was so fucking warm and smooth and altogether so desirable under my fingertips. My brain screamed at me insisting on the need for much more contact.
It takes courage to enjoy it. The hardcore and the gentle, big time sensuality.
I stretched my fingers, placing my whole hand flat on the gentle bumps of her ribs before sliding and inching upwards, millimetre by millimetre, feeling the smooth texture of her flesh beneath my palm, reaching upwards, lightly cupping her right breast and curling my fingers over that glorious part of her, feeling it fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. I was right all along; she was wearing a push-up bra. A wave of excitement rippled through me as my mind flashed back to the only time, which I was made to hold her tit in the most inappropriate of circumstances. This was so much better, so much more satisfying. And Emily hadn't shied away from my touch.
I gave a gentle squeeze; the sensation of holding Emily's tit started a conflagration in my core, my mind spontaneously combust with exhilaration. To my unfortunate surprise, Emily gasped and unattached our lips, almost jerking her head away from me. I immediately recalled my hand, pulling it right out of her t-shirt hastily.
Both of us were breathing heavily, staring at each other; a small space was created between us. None of us dared to make the first move. I was sure I had push the boundaries groping her tit but I didn't know if I crossed the line or whether this was the start of something more. Emily's lips were parted and even her eyes looked darker, if it was possible, in the dark. I wasn't sure if I should go for it.
But she looked down briefly breaking the moment. It was then I decided that I had possibly crossed the line.
"Sorry," I muttered and shifted further away, creating a bit more personal space. I didn't want her to go running through the door.
Emily shook her head and returned a small smile that was shy yet full of tenderness. I was relieved that she wasn't freaking out.
"We'll take things slowly yeah?" I said, hopefully.
Emily nodded. "Can we just go to sleep?" Her husky voice rasped.
To my delight, she snuggled up to me, resting her head at the crook of my neck, closing her eyes and sighed contentedly. Thank fuck things didn't get awkward. My core was still aching painfully and I could feel my knickers sodden and slick against my skin yet I didn't want to move. I so bloody turned on yet I couldn't do anything about it to relieve myself. No matter, this was still perfect. My heart rate was still clocking world records for a body at rest and I was almost certain Emily would be able to feel it. Feeling the need to be close and connected, I laced my fingers through hers, breathing in her scent, trying to calm my frantic heart.
She squeezed my hand and murmured, "Glad I stayed over." And after a pause she added, "It's still pouring."
"You can stay here any time, rain or not," I replied without thinking.
She gave a short laugh, "You just want to get me in your bed."
"And it's also nice just being with you like this." I replied, feeling her smile against my skin.
She readjusted herself, turning away from me so that I was spooning her instead. Her hips fit naturally, perfectly and snugly against mine. I wrapped a hand around her waist and reached for her hand, lacing our fingers together again, gently squeezing them. I placed a lingering kiss on her head and slipped a leg between hers, tangling them. Drifting peacefully to sleep, I felt for the first time, in absolute bliss.