Last one for 2016 then. Glad to see the back of this year. Way too many celebrity deaths along with tragedies closer to home too (and lets not even talk about the next president of the US of A or our current lamo Prime Minister). Lets hope that 2017 will end better. Maybe Trump will fall over his own ego and impale himself on something large and sharp. Our own 'bag lady' first minister can just be sacked...I don't care how. Anyway, Naomily continues to bring sanity and pleasure to me. Whether it does to you as well is open to debate!
Well, Naomi has fucked up in time honoured fashion...oh, and I got a couple of comments about how hard on Emily she'd been and maybe I overcooked it? You have a point, although I admit to taking my inspiration from the wonderful Flister with her '...And the battle began' story. If you haven't read that or any of her others stories...you're missing out big time. Find them on Live Journal. But beware...they tend to the uber smutty and if you get into the epic opus 'Transatlanticism', your poor little Naomily heart will definitely break...be warned. She put in a passage in ATBB about Naomi and Emily having sex for the first time in a library. Naomi was a bit aggressively demanding and virgin Emily was very troubled by it. So I shamelessly used that starting point for my last chapter. Sorry if it offended.
Emily
Sighing, I turned over my phone, which had been on silent for most of today. Not that it was just Naomi I was avoiding. I wasn't in the mood for a call from my mother or sister either. Katie would just be eager to set me up with one of her latest conquests mates (not in this life) and my mother would be on at me about getting another job and asking "why would you just leave your job Emily...especially as that nice man Richard was so fond of you?"
And Naomi...well, the combination of sadness at how she'd used me and the embarrassment I felt at running out of her place was a toxic mixture. My head had been all over the place when I ran from her apartment, clothes hastily buttoned and my hair a complete mess. I felt a mixture of guilt, anger, sadness and something else I couldn't place at first.
It wasn't as if the sex hadn't been wonderful...at least up to the point where I was being held by my hair, my mouth covering her. I'd had an immediate flash back to the occasions when Richard would grip my head and force me to reluctantly finish him off. I felt helpless then...and I did last night. Used really...
Although when Naomi had done that to me...gone down on me I mean, it was like all my Christmas's had come at once. I knew the theory...after all the internet is a very educational medium. But the reality was so powerful, I nearly passed out with pleasure. She was so fucking good at it. I have no idea how many times she had to practice to get that damned clever at it...but it blew my head off and I swear I never had an orgasm as hard as that.
And if she'd been gentler with me afterwards...maybe let me use my fingers, inexpert as they are, to finish her...I might have considered trying to emulate her skills later on... But being pushed down there...all my confidence seemed to rush out of me. In truth, I was just an obedient tongue, held against her wet heat. I couldn't help it...I burst into tears. It was as if I was back in that soulless executive office all over again, my head being gripped by demanding hands and my mouth doing what was required of it. I had to run straight afterwards...it was the only bit of self determination left to me.
But now...sitting in my quiet apartment, familiar things around me again, I've had time to think. I keep running it back over in my mind again and again. It started so beautifully...soft kisses and gentle caresses. Everything I dreamed it would be.
But now its ruined.
Sighing again, I took my phone off silent and looked at the messages.
Three texts – Naomi
Three voice mails – Naomi
Two texts – Katie
One voice mail – Mum.
Wonderful...not a person on the planet I actually want to speak to...at least not now.
I guessed Naomi would be full of apologies...bitter regrets even. But right now I just didn't want to hear it. It would be way too easy for me to be persuaded once I spoke to her in person.
Katie?...Who fucking knows?...Almost certainly found some improbably equipped minor league footballer to throw at me, to wash out the gayness from my soul. No thanks.
And my mum? Not in this decade...I deleted her voice mail without even listening to it. Whatever she had to say could definitely wait.
It took me another hour to pluck up the courage to read the texts and listen to the messages.
Naomi (text)
Em...I'm SO sorry. I am such a dick...forcing you like that. I hate myself for it. Please talk to me? XXX
Naomi (voice mail)
You're not picking up and I understand why. You're angry and disappointed in me. I am in myself. I lost control and used you. That was unforgivable. But can you talk to me? Please?
Naomi (text)
Please call me Em. I fucked up and I know it. Don't let this be the last thing you remember me for? Please? XXX
Naomi (voice mail)
(Sounds of soft crying) Please Emily...talk to me. I am so angry with myself for being so stupid. You can't hate me as much as I hate myself. It CAN be different, I promise. I just lost it for a few minutes...you are so beautiful and I was so turned on. But I promise, nothing like that will ever happen again. I'm not a user, despite how I behaved tonight. I really really like you. More than I've ever liked anyone. Please don't cut me off without a word. If you need time to think, I understand. But at least let me know you're OK...you ran out and I don't know where you are? Call or text me, even if its just to say you're physically OK and at home?
Naomi (text)
So, I guess you're not going to let me back into your life. I can't blame you. I'm so sorry for letting you down. XXX
Naomi (voice mail)
OK, OK, I guess I get the message Em. I'm dumped. Can't say I blame you. I was a fucking idiot and I deserve nothing more. If you really don't ever want to speak to me again...I understand. It will hurt...a lot. But if you're happier with me out of your life then I'll leave you alone. I hope you're OK and what happened won't affect you too much. You're a beautiful, caring person and any girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest person alive. I say girl because despite me being a complete fucking arse, it will be a girl, won't it? I envy her...maybe she will be a bit smarter than me and let you learn at your own pa..."
The last message cut off as the time restriction stopped the recording. I stared at my phone dumbly. That's that then, I thought...alone again Emily Fitch.
XXX
Naomi
I've been pacing the apartment for most of the night. Just as well its Sunday tomorrow (well, today now). What a fucking complete idiot. Way to go Naomi... the one thing you didn't need to do was to be like that fucking bastard Richard Hurst. Use her. we hadn't discussed the details of her affair, but I'd bet a months wages she spent a whole lot of time with her head in his lap. Its a power thing. Even my limited experience with guys taught me that. Having a girl suck your dick is more about watching her do it than anything else. Otherwise why would the internet be full of 'willing' females getting a goo supper? Fuck fuck FUCK.
And you have to go and emulate his worst excesses. Poor Ems must have thought everyone she sleeps with will force her head down there. Stupid stupid stupid me.
I ran out of things to say, even before the answer phone ran out of time. I was just repeating myself after all. She was obviously so pissed off with me she didn;t want any contact. Suddenly my comfortable apartment felt lonely and empty.
An hour after that thought, I accepted she wasn't going to ring back. I dumped my phone on the arm of the chair and dragged myself into the shower. Reluctantly I washed the scent of Emily off my body and the taste of her from my mouth. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror as the electric toothbrush efficiently did its job. Washed and fresh, I wandered out into the lounge, looking out at the grey Bristol day and bit my lip. Coffee was usually my early morning saviour, but even a mug of freshly brewed Colombian didn't work its normal magic. I sipped at it without really tasting it, looking around for something to take my mind off what it kept coming back to.
The buzzing of my text alert made me spill the coffee over my white towelling dressing gown, but I didn't spare it a glance. Emily, I thought...maybe she's had a chance to think and calm down. Or at the very least tell me she is well and OK.
Naomi. I need some time to think about what happened. Sorry for running out. I am OK and at home. Please don't call me. I'll call you. Emily.
I sat with the phone in my hand, looking stupidly at the abrupt message. No kisses at the end. No Dear in front of Naomi. Like a business memo. A cold, empty feeling swept over me.
That's it then, I thought bleakly. It's really all over.
XXX
Emily
Packing a suitcase was easy, even though my heart was telling me it was the last thing I should be doing. I felt like I had to get away. Being alone here in my apartment was soul destroying. In any case, Naomi knew where I live. What if she just came round. I didn;t think I could resist those intense eyes, specially if they were filled with tears. No...I needed to go somewhere I could think properly and be with someone who would listen and understand. I still had one friend from Uni. Someone sweet and kind and always ready to listen to my troubles. It helped that he was still in love with me, even if he knew it was never a goer.
He answered the phone at the second ring. Within thirty seconds I was feeling better. I packed and almost ran down the stairs to the street, fearful that I might see blonde hair and icy blue eyes waiting for me in the lobby. But I was lucky. No one but the milkman, delivering pints.
An hour later, I was on the train to Weston Super Mare.
JJ will be my saviour I thought, as the train trundled through the green countryside. He always has been...
XXX
Naomi
If there hadn't been a knock on the door mid morning, I was just working myself up to go round to Emilys. I just couldn't leave it there. Not with her upset and alone. My fault, my problem, I thought. Up to me to sort it. I was just looking for my scarf when a knock sounded on my door.
My heart leapt. Maybe she had come to me. A surge of happiness washed through me. Emily...
Not Emily as it turned out. I managed to keep the smile on my face when the door swung open, but it lost several kilowatts of power.
"Hi Naomi" a familiar voice said "Is this enough time...?"
Mini.
Well a little bonus chapter for you then, the very last of 2016. Holidays and celebrations beckon. I'll try to find time to start on the next chapter, but just hang on to the fact that I find it very hard to hurt them too much. I think Emily needs her JJ time (and no he won't be shagging her!) and Naomi really owes it to Mini to tell her the truth, painful as it is. Revelations and a certain amount of angst ahead. It's Naomily...what else!