Thanks again for the reviews. I know there must be lots of other nice distractions over the holidays. Like I said before, as long as a couple of people let me know there is someone reading, I will carry on. If I get a deafening silence after this...well maybe not!
On with the show then.
Emily
The guy behind the counter is staring at me again. I don't know why. I'm just a normal punter yeah? OK, not in my usual business suit and starchy attitude, but he must recognise me from all the times I used this place when I worked across the road. It's weird anyway, being here in the lunch time. Hordes of identical clones (like you were, Emily) rushing in and out clutching lattes and smart phones, unable to switch off work mode even in the lunch break.
Except I'm not in my lunch hour and being this close to Jupiter Investments unnerves me I admit. Dumping Richard was the best thing I've ever done, but it feels like I've entered the gravitational pull of planet Hurst, just being within touching distance of that glass and steel building across the busy street.
Not that he'd ever deign to come in here himself. I've made enough trips over here after all, buying him a double Americano to take out, after one of our little midday 'sessions'. Usually there wasn't time for him to shag me across his desk, so I had to use what he charmingly called my 'clever little lips' to get him off, kneeling obediently beside his overstuffed leather chair. Looking back now, I wonder what the hell I thought I was doing, sucking off a middle aged senior executive in my breaks just to prove to myself that I was normal?
What the hell I thought that was normal for, I cannot for the life of me remember. Katie would have thought it normal with her addiction to gristle, but me? Even with my almost disastrous experience in the Bunker the other night, it still felt a hell of a lot more 'normal' dancing and pressing up against a few curvy female bodies than kneeling on an executive carpet with a mouthful of hard cock. I must have been mad.
Anyway, the guy at the counter has now obviously recognised me as one of his regulars. Just, being dressed so casually (I've gone for the less biker chick version of me today...just a pretty yellow top I'd been saving for...well never mind what I was saving it for...and skinny black jeans) he can probably place the face but not the casual clothes. Well, fuck him. I'm meeting someone who will hopefully bring me some good news...I hope.
Naomi Campbell.
Leaving her place the other morning, I was still in two minds about where I stood. Well, I suppose that hasn't changed. She didn't call me on Sunday, or yesterday. But this morning, after I'd showered and got dressed ready for the business of getting on with the rest of my sad life, my phone buzzed on the dresser. I snatched it up and a thrill went through me when the caller ID said Naomi.
It wasn't till I got home and cleansed myself all over again in my own bathroom that I'd even bothered to check my phone. I knew the only messages on it would be from Katie anyway. It was too early for me listen to the sort of luridly gynaecological debriefs she likes to bore me with, so I usually ignore any requests to call her until I've lined my stomach. Ten years of pretending I'm straight means listening to her way too explicit run downs on the size of her latest conquests appendage and how nimble his technique is (or not as the case may be). We might be twins, but the only reaction that sort of conversation provokes in me is nausea. Pretending to be straight is one thing...giggling with my twin about the actual details is revolting. I must be up for an Oscar for the performances I gave. I shudder as I recall pretending to be titillated by her lurid description of some energetic threesome event she enjoyed, back in the days when her sights weren't quite so high and reserve team footballers were her stock in trade.
Anyway...the phone. I had no idea Naomi had even seen my phone. But there it was...she must have taken it out of my pocket when I was asleep and keyed in her number and name. Meaning to put a lock code on my handset had been something I was going to do for ages. Thank God I hadn't.
I thumbed the green answer icon with a tremble. This could be great, or it could be terminal. She'd had two days to speak to Mini, her actual girlfriend. Maybe she'd had second thoughts about 'us'. Not that there even was an 'us'...yet.
"Uh..h...hello' I said nervously "It's Emily?"
Then mentally kicked my own arse several times. Who else would be answering my phone at this time in the morning? Duh...
I heard a low chuckle which made my knees join my hands in shaking. That voice...that incredibly attractive low voice.
"Well thank heavens for that Emily...I would have been really embarrassed if it had been Cara Delevingne again. Honestly...one so so threesome with her and Kate Moss and now the girl is frankly obsessed with me?"
I giggled at that. Not just me that likes to imagine sex with multiple supermodels then?
"Yeah...", I said, deadpan "...same with me and Katy Perry... bloody celebrities never get the message huh? One shag and they're never off the phone?"
It broke the ice, for which I was eternally grateful. I was so nervous about what she might be about to say, I needed some humour.
She chuckled again, but then I heard her take a deep steadying breath. Brace yourself Emily, I thought grimly. This is the moment...the 'it's not you it's me' speech. I prepared myself for the worst. Mini was, no is, very sexy, beautiful and more importantly, in possession of the thing I would give my mortgage to own. Why wouldn't she fight to keep it? Possession being nine tenths of the law, so I'm told.
Naomi's voice was suddenly all business.
"I've spoken to Mini. It wasn't a conversation either of us enjoyed much. She's actually rather lovely...way better than I deserve. Running off with you the other night? If the shoe had been on the other foot I might never have spoken to her again. But she's not like that. We've agreed to a break...time for me to work out my feelings for you and time for Mini to have a good think about it too. But I'm not rushing into anything Emily. Like I said, I like you...really like you. But you've spent the last few years denying what and who you are. Its a hell of a life change for you...coming out as gay. Your family, friends?...Things might never be OK again with some of them...I know that from experience. But I'd like to try...if you want to that is...no promises...no heavy stuff. But if you want to just meet up for coffee or something...it's a start?..."
After that monologue, I heard her take another deep breath. I think she must have been practising that speech for a while.
The silence went on for a few seconds as I took it all in. Then there was a small "Oh..." the other end. I realised my lack of response was sending entirely the wrong signal down the line. She'd just put her relationship on hold for me and I was sitting here mute like a cardboard cut out.
"Naomi" I said quickly before the pause lengthened any more. "...sorry for that...you took my breath away for a moment. I was expecting you to have had second thoughts about me...us? Mini is gorgeous and wonderful and I hate the fact that I've made you hurt her...but the answer to your question is yes...yes...I want to find out if this...whatever it is between us...could grow into something more. You're right...I've spent way too fucking long being something I'm not. I wish I could have been as brave as you...just flat out tell everyone that I'm gay. But its hard...my mother, my sister...well, lets just say it won't be the sort of news they'll exactly throw a party for. But I do want to see you...to meet you for coffee or something ...that is if you'll take a chance on me?"
I heard her let out that long breath she'd been holding.
"Right...well thats great Emily...I mean yeah...I wanna take a chance...you know... if you do? This could all end it tears...for both of us...but I'd like to find out anyway. Look...can we meet up for a coffee today?...Lunchtime if you're free. Maybe in that café next to JI? I know its enemy territory for you now, but I only have an hour for lunch...would that be OK?"
It was and I was never going to say no. If she'd suggested meeting bang in the middle of the foyer of JI I would still have agreed. Fuck Richard Hurst and all his works. I want this.
Need this.
So here I am...sitting with a cooling latte, waiting for her.
XXX
Naomi
I'm fucking late, which is pissing me off something awful. Fucking Tony Stonem with his last minute spreadsheets. I'm sure he heard me telling Rebecca I was going out lunchtime. Ever since he was firmly told that I prefer girls to guys, he's had a downer on me. Nothing overt, he's too sly and clever for that. But always the five to five request for a report he knows I've only just started...or like today, a hard copy of a company spreadsheet he could access himself if he could be arsed. I printed it out in record time, watching the copier grind out the pages with mounting annoyance. Once it was finished, clipped and collated,I dropped it onto his desk with a plastic smile fixed on my face. I need this job, but its a very close thing sometimes. Specially with the post Emily gossip still circulating like a cloud of mustard gas. Now she is an ex senior sales exec, those nasty worms who inhabit any office block are enjoying trashing her reputation amongst themselves. I've gritted my teeth more than once, hearing some acne pitted juvenile clerk spout nonsense about that odious cunt Hurst shagging Miss Fitch across his desk every lunchtime. Apparently, they hooked up for the first time about a year ago, at a Christmas party in a rural hotel. No one had said anything while the affair was still going on, but the post boy now obviously felt free to embellish the story endlessly, now the delectable Emily was an ex mistress as well as employee. I fucking hated it, but without revealing that I was thinking about embarking on a relationship with her myself (and boy would that have set the jungle drums pounding) I just had to suffer in silence. Stonem made some snide comment today about the coast being clear for him to have a go at her, now the boss was finished...and did anyone have her mobile number? I barely managed to resist screaming out loud at him that yes I did...and if I had my way, the only one ever having a crack at her in future would be me...but I just about held it in. Thank God.
So I managed to get down the stairs and across the busy road inside five minutes of the time we agreed to meet. Opening the café door, I scanned the room quickly for that dark head of hair. Sure enough, her small figure was at one of the smaller tables in the corner. She looked as if she'd been stood up, with those gloriously luminous brown eyes wide and nervous. I saw the relief on her face as I crossed the room and answered it with a broad smile of my own. Pleased to see her? Yep. I had time to think maybe I had been a bit careless, arranging to meet this close to JI, but her smile and beautiful expression dismissed the thought.
"Sorry...got held up...fucking Stonem" I said a bit breathlessly as I dragged out a chair and mouthed my order to the guy behind the counter. He nodded and gave us a curious look as I sat down. I could almost hear the cogs meshing in his head. Barristas see lots of things during their working day. We all think they are too busy to observe, but I guess it must be like being a barman...you hear all the gossip second hand.
"S'OK" Emily said quietly "He's a sexist turd...I know. Never gave me any bother while I was...well, you know..." she winced at the unintended 'Dick Hurst' reference "...but he has quite the shagmeister reputation too amongst the junior staff, which I think is probably well deserved"
I smiled coldly.
"I heard that too" I said. I had no intention of letting on just how anxious Tony Stonem was to look her up in the future. There was enough shit flying around without adding that toxic cunt to the mix. We shared a bitter smirk at our mutual dislike of T Stonem.
"Anyway..." I said "...thanks for coming today. I know it wasn't easy for you to sit this close to JI right now...but I wanted to be up front and honest with you and this is as soon as I could make it to speak to you properly...?"
I saw Emilys face fall and realised that it sounded like I was meeting her so that I could tell her to get to fuck...which was far from the truth. So I reached out and put my hand over hers on the table. The guy from behind the counter chose this instant to deliver the coffee and I caught the part amused part leery look he gave our joined hands, but stared hard at him until his nerve broke. He left us to it, without saying anything crass. Men and lesbians...so fucking predictable.
I looked back at Emily to find her staring at our hands too, but not like he was. Rather she was looking in disbelief. I suppose the way I said goodbye to her the morning after she stayed at my place convinced her that physical contact was a no no. I squeezed her small cool hand in reassurance before speaking.
"I meant what I said Emily...I want to get to know you. Whatever...this ...is ...I want to find out if it's real"
She smiled at me and let me continue to cover her small hand in mine. It felt...I dunno...right somehow.
"I want that as well...very much" she said simply in that husky voice which never failed to make my spine tingle. That voice should come with a public health warning I decided. If that's how she sounds in the day time...imagine what its like at night...in be...No, fuck that, we aren't anywhere near that stage yet, I lied to myself. Truth be told, I'd wanted to have her from the first moment I saw her. This is just extended foreplay Campbell, and you know it, I told myself.
I took my hand away reluctantly. Her smooth skin left a sensation on my palm which was very slow to dissipate. I had to start talking again, otherwise this could be the shortest coffee break in history.
"Um...right...well..." I said uselessly "...tell me a bit about yourself Emily?...Leaving out the recent past of course...I've not had my lunch yet?"
I hoped the weak joke would lighten the mood.
Emily looked down at her hand, now free of my grasp like someone who'd had their favourite toy taken away. Not just me then, my ego cheered.
"Not much to tell. I was born a twin...which was great for my parents but not so good for me. Being born 6 minutes after Katie has been a millstone round my neck as long as I've been alive. She thinks its her mission in life to dominate and direct me at every step. It used to be clothes and toys she decided for me. Then it was makeup and where we went to find 'fit guys'. I guess I was a bit of a disappointment in that area for her. She's never understood that however good looking the boy is, I was never gonna be interested. Didn't stop her trying though"
Emily stopped to take a mouthful of warm coffee.
"When I met Sarah...the girl I went out with a Uni? Katie just about burst a blood vessel. She thought every guy who knew us would think we were both gay because she'd spent years using me as bait for her conquests...you know...a bit of full on twin dirty dancing to give the boys hard ons...then she'd be off to grab the pick of the crop, leaving me to fend off the disappointed ones. Anyway, then there was Christmas and I invited Sarah to our house as a 'friend'. My parents were none the wiser at first and after I'd promised Katie I wouldn't like...go down on Sarah on the dining table or anything else 'disgustingly lezzer like'... she graciously allowed it. Trouble was, Sarah hadn't read the PDA free script. She was fine with being hands off while my parents or sister were in the room, but my mum asked us to go and get the presents from under the tree in the conservatory after dinner. We'd both had a bit more Sancerre that was wise in my parents house...Anyway next thing. Sarah was snogging the face off me...I let her, as I was half cut myself...and then my mum comes out to see why we're taking so long. I think her scream of horror would have been heard in Newcastle. Her precious younger twin pinned to the wall with her 'friends' busy hand up her skirt. The fall out was horrendous. Sarah got escorted from the house by Katie and my mum. I spent the rest of Christmas up in our room crying. They never spoke about it again, but Katie has used it like a weapon ever since..."
Again the pause for Emily to lubricate her throat. I stayed silent...she obviously needed to get this all out.
"Since then..." she said slowly "I've been a 'good' girl" Her tone turned bitter and angry "...and then I let myself get seduced by Richard at that works Christmas thing...Christmas fuck ups seem to be my speciality it seems..." she said "...and the rest you know. On the surface I've been straight...even shagging the boss multiple times to prove it...but underneath I've been so unhappy, sometimes I just wanted curl up under my duvet and never go out of the door again"
The last word was more of a sob...Sod it I thought and reached out to hold her hand again, which this time was bunched into a fist. I needed to fix this and fast.
"Listen" I said sternly "...this is an awful fucking cliché...one of my mothers endless corny statements, but today really is the first day of the rest of your life. I'm here...I like you a lot and you can tell me anything Emily...no really" I said as she shot me an disbelieving look. "I might not have had such a hard time coming out, but I know what its like to face a world which thinks I'm odd...more than one hopeful Uni student has taken offence at me turning him down because I prefer his female friend. It's all part of being yourself. Look...lets go out...maybe tomorrow night? I know a place where lots of nice ordinary gay girls hang out...and before you say it...none of them are likely to drug you and try to take your virtue...well, not by force anyway?"
I grinned to soften the memory.
"Anyway...I quite like the idea of taking your virtue personally...if thats not too cheeky?" I flirted.
Emily giggled charmingly. The dark cloud which had shadowed her face while she was telling me about her solitary trip into Sappho land was gone.
"Honestly, I wouldn't put up much of a struggle Naomi" she said throatily.
Now that did hit the spot. My eyes widened to match hers. Under that meek exterior, I suspected there was a whole lot more about Emily Fitch to discover. The thrill that gave me would probably last all afternoon...
XXX
Naomi
I've fucked it up. No other way of putting it.
Completely. Fucked. It. Up.
Two weeks have gone by. Things were definitely going in the right direction. The break with Mini was lengthening and she'd been as good as her word, leaving me to decide what I wanted to do. Or who, I suppose...because I really, really wanted to do Miss E Fitch.
Trouble is, after last night...well, most of the night if I'm honest, its all gone a bit pear shaped.
We started off at that bar I told her about when we had coffee. It was just like I described it...laid back and civilised. We had drinks, flirted a bit (lot) and I left her at her door with just a slow kiss as a parting goodbye. We had lunch again, this time in a café a few streets away and things seemed to be going the way both of us wanted. This week, we have seen each other a lot more. Which led to last night. I'd sort of run out of neutral territory to meet her in. Half of me was gagging to get her here, in my bed, the other half was conscious that this was a huge step for her, not just admitting she is gay but acting on that. But I played it cool, just the goodnight kisses and a bit of over the clothes groping, just to give me something to fantasise over after she was gone and I had time on my hands. OK, I did a lot of self pleasuring...a girl has needs you know and without Minis ever inventive presence, it was just down to little old me to give myself satisfaction. No prizes for guessing who was the star of my own personal porno show.
But last night, I decided to cook for her. Nothing fancy, just fajitas and some green salad. We washed it down with a bottle and a half of red and then sat on the couch, talking (it seems we never run out of things to talk about...another thing I like about her) and getting closer and closer to each other.
Kissing led to the inevitable clothed grope and I thought it was time, after 4 'dates' to see if she wanted to go further. Well she did...at first anyway. I kept the thought in the back of my mind that this was still strange territory for her. The 'affair' with her uni friend turned out to be a bit vanilla. Lots of heavy petting and endless snogging, but nothing more. As an affair, it hardly qualified. Not from my perspective anyway. So stupid me decides I'm going to be her tutor...as in the Lessons in Love kind of way.
We graduated to the bedroom, never taking our mouths off each other. I was so hot I could have ignited a pile of kindling all on my own. She was matching me kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke. Clothes fell off as if by magic and within seconds we were in my dark bedroom, just the hall light spreading across the carpet. Enough light to do what I wanted to do anyway.
Her body was...no is..glorious. Seeing her unclothed again brought back the memory of stripping her after the night at the Bunker. But this time we were semi sober and she wasn't flopping about half conscious. This time those soft breasts were pressed into mine, her thighs parting for mine to press against wetness and heat. I took my time...telling her graphically what I was about to do to her. Her gasps and shocked expression told me no one had ever done this before. Maybe I should have realised that was the problem. It seemed no one had ever properly made love to Emily. Shagged her yeah, but this was obviously a whole new game for her. I stroked her exquisite skin, cupping breasts and thumbing excited nipples before swooping low to capture one in my lips. Her almost agonised groan told me this was something she really liked. I was operating on auto pilot by now.
Emily is intoxicating. Naked, open legged and breathless, it was impossible to resist taking her completely. After my fingers had explored her for a few minutes, I had to taste her...I slid down her smooth stomach, peppering it with tiny kisses and licks until the frantic movements of her hips told me she wanted my mouth where it belonged.
She tasted divine..of course. I'm not exactly one of those lesbians who keep count, but I'd done this to enough women and girls to know what works. Not that my Miss Fitch needed much fancy tongue work. Her breathless moans had turned into husky cries and pleas for me to lick her. As if I wasn't going to...
It was short...unfortunately. Being that turned on means you just can't last. Her hands gripped my hair and her hips bucked up to meet my tongue as it teased and probed her sweet sex...in seconds it seemed, she was right there, arched up quivering and with a hoarse shout she came...and came...and came. My head ached as she held onto my hair while her body thrashed and shuddered on and on. At last she subsided, panting and whispering religious names over and over..mixed with my own. Well, it was heavenly...
But that was as good as it got.
I was burning with need now. The taste of her still in my mouth as I kissed my way back up her trembling body. The kiss we shared then was as tender as the previous moments had been frantic. I thought we had sealed the deal. That sort of orgasm is only possible when you really really like the person giving it to you. This was no casual hook up...this was the confirmation I had been looking for. We laid together for a short while, murmuring sweet words to each other.
"Wow...That was..that was..." she said eventually, still quivering as I stroked her stomach and kissed her neck.
"I know Em" I said "...I know" smirking to myself with satisfaction.
But the desire to get off was still with me. I knew she was really inexperienced so the most I hoped for was that she would use those long fingers to give me relief. I pressed her hand between my legs and opened my thighs, watching her eyes widen as she felt how wet I was.
"I need...Emily...?" I said, my voice almost as hoarse as hers. She nodded a little uncertainly, but I put it down to first night nerves. Surely, if she'd made out with this Sarah girl, fingering me wouldn't be that difficult. She's a girl, I'm a girl...one of the things that make sleeping with another woman wonderful is we both have the same equipment. It's like making love to yourself...just a bit more aggressively?
She started to circle me down there delicately. I knew that wasn't enough. Tasting her...licking her had made me frantic for stimulation. So I reached down and took her hand.
"Harder...I need it harder babe" I gasped. Again I saw uncertainty on her face. Somewhere in the back of my overheated brain I knew I was pushing her too hard, but I was a fraction away from pushing her hand away and finishing myself off. I knew that would shatter her, so instead I made an even bigger mistake for the night.
"Will you...?" I asked, thinking stupidly this would be easier. "...go down on me Emily...?"
Her eyes flickered away and back, doubt all over her face. Over excited as I was, I forgot that this had all been academic for her up to now. Apart from some adolescent fumbling, this was the first time she'd been in bed with a real live, demanding woman.
But I was burning up...I carried on asking her with my eyes, while my hand pressed her fingers harder against my clit. She nodded and I sighed in relief as she slid down my body, pushing my thighs apart. When I felt the touch of her warm tongue on my centre I couldn't help myself. My hips jerked at her tentative licks and circles. I was right there already...just seeing that dark hair fanned out across my thighs, feeling her small hands stroking my thighs as her tongue almost clumsily tried to please me...I lost it.
"Oh fucking CHRIST!" I shouted as I felt that delicious first wave of sensation which preceded an intense orgasm rush through me. I gripped that lustrous head of hair in both hands and pushed into her. Again and again I spasmed, all the time pulling at her hair, moaning and sighing in delight.
It wasn't until the last clench of my internal muscles had faded that I felt wetness on my thighs. Not from my own excitement or hers...now I could feel her shaking.
I pulled her up towards me and saw she was crying...really crying...big choking sobs by now. Being in a my post orgasmic haze, it took me a few seconds to work out what was happening.
"Em..." I said "...what's wrong honey?...I'm sorry if I was bit rough there...you got me so excited...I...I..."
She stared at me as if I was a stranger and I knew then that I had done something I might regret for a long time. She looked like someone who had just been shown the future and hated it. Suddenly a cold wave swept over me. I'd used her...just like everyone else had used her in her short life.
Stupid, selfish me. Her first time with a women properly, and I go and make her go further than she was ready for. Remorse washed over me.
"I'm so sorry Emily...I should have thought...I..." I stuttered, all the passion gone from me.
She shook her head sadly.
"No Naomi...don't apologise...its me...I...I...well, I guess this isn't quite how I imagined my first time would be. Would you mind if I...?"
She started to get up and instinctively I tried to hold her back, but the look of fear in her eyes stilled my hand. Fucking hell Naomi, I thought as she silently picked up her clothes and fled the bedroom...way to fucking go girl.
I fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering if I'd ruined everything.
The quiet click as my front door closed a minute later answered that question.
I'd fucking blown it.
OK, not the Christmas gift I'm sure you wanted, but the darkest hour and all that. I'm sure there will be time between turkey and unwrapping presents, to add to this story. That's if you're still reading?
Happy Christmas guys!