Hi again. Welcome to FF 2017!...fuck, that's a bit presumptuous of me, isn't it? Like I'm actually the queen of Skins fan fiction!... Hahaha OK, rewind Lily...right...hello again and welcome to MY feeble bit of FF...better?
So.
Naomi has shagged the lovely Roberta until she needs assistance just walking home and our blonde is now sleeping the sleep of the terminally fuc...well, I'm sure you get the picture. Emily? Hmm, that's quite another story. I think we'd better look in on her?
Emily
It's daylight. I know that much, because my left eye is just able to gummily open enough to see. It's also my bedroom, because I recognise the curtains and the lamp next to the bed. The bulb is still on, although the bright, morning sunlight has made it redundant. I must have been well tanked if I forgot to turn it out before I went to sleep. The hangover which has been biding its time while I groggily come round starts its shock and awe attack. Slow, methodical thumps pound over my eyes and a sensation of creeping nausea up through my gut. I swallow hard and luckily my gorge returns down to my stomach, which gurgles in bitter protest at receiving the nastiness back.
Risking the other eye, I open wide and stare at the wall. Fuck, I was hammered last night. Little memories surface. Endless glasses of champagne, then tequila shots. Oh yeah...I remember Katie, Rob, Sara and I competing over a whole table full of those little toxic bastards. Then other, less amusing memories bob to the top. Arriving with Neil and Katie at the party...seeing Naomi sitting with that voluptuous tart from bought ledger...Roberta...all tits and red lips?
The look of pure venom and contempt from 'my' blonde towards me as she zoomed in on Neil holding my hand so tightly... yeah , remember that alright.
Sitting meekly at a table along the wall next to the bar for an hour, steadily forcing more alcohol down myself, trying to numb a growing feeling of worthlessness and guilt.
Naomi and Roberta dancing right there in front of me. Dancing way to close for just 'friends'. Catching a sickening glimpse of Naomi getting handsy with the dark haired girls pert arse. Swallowing yet another whole glass of champagne to distract myself. Feeling Neil squirm uncomfortably beside me as he at last notices I haven't stopped staring at the two women for almost half an hour. I'd been ignoring him and as docile as he is, he started to get pissed off at my obvious lack of interest in his company.
Then Naomi and Roberta leaving early. Leaving together. The blonde flashing another icy look at me as she did. A look which said clearly.
"Yeah Emily...you're right...I'm gonna take her home with me, maybe fuck this pretty girl senseless. A girl who isn't afraid to take a chance on me. A girl who is gonna moan my name all fucking night"
Another full glass of bubbly.
But even then I felt as sober as a Salvation Army Captain.
Until I hit the cold air and street that is. We left just after midnight. Naomi and her fuck buddy had been gone over an hour by then. Time enough for all my worst fears to play across my mind. Naomi and Roberta, naked...moaning...whispering words of...well if not love, lust anyway. Resting maybe for a few minutes, then going at it again. Roberta occupying that precious place in Naomi's bed I had enjoyed once.
Katie had given up trying to lift my mood by then. I don't think she realised what was making me so morose, but she was distracted enough by Rob's persistent handsyness to pretend it wasn't spoiling her night. Not that it actually would. I knew as soon as they dropped me and Neil off at my block, they would be starting proper foreplay. The Indian cab driver would get more than a cash tip tonight...
As soon as my mental resume of last nights events reached my own front door I felt movement beside me.
Fuck...Neil?
I slowly turned sideways and looked at the other head occupying a pillow, facing me.
Yep.
His mouth was open as he snored quietly and rank, foetid fumes from last nights booze wafted straight over my face. So much for the plan for subtle exits. My stomach reacted instantly. Vomiting wasn't theoretical any more. It was imminent.
I lurched out of my bed, uncaring now if I woke the creature I had shared it with. I caught a glimpse of my pale body in the wall mirror as I ran for the en-suite.
Naked as a baby.
Fuck fuck, triple fuck.
Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I made it to the toilet just in time. My bladder competed anxiously with my stomach in the evacuation stakes. I settled for sitting on the loo sideways while I leaned over the bidet and chucked up noisily. A dozen retches later, there wasn't anything left in my stomach and I could concentrate on relieving my other early morning need.
Which is when, as I mopped my cold sweaty face with a damp cloth and swilled my mouth from the sink tap, I felt it.
I ached...down there.
Fuck fuck, quadruple fuck.
I shagged him last night.
The dull ache was bad enough...but peering nervously down between my trembling thighs, I noticed it wasn't just pee I was ejecting.
Oh dear Lord...I shagged him and he fucking came inside me? I had unprotected sex with a guy I barely know last night? And there was me thinking getting drugged and potentially gang raped by a pair of butch dykes was as bad as my misadventures could get.
Even though I'd already emptied my stomach, no one had sent my brain the memo. Again I heaved and groaned over the white porcelain. Not from the excess of alcohol...from pure shame and remorse.
Now of course, my memory chose this second to come back to me in full vivid newsreel colour. Pissed and miserable as I was last night...still meekly letting Neil virtually carry me up here. The booze befuddled the exact timings, but the events were all too horrifically clear.
I wasn't going to let him shag me, honestly. I was definite about that...as definite as drunks always are when they labour a point endlessly.
I recall being gently kissed on the forehead and being laid on my bed...the room slightly spinning, then a cold glass of something non alcoholic was pushed into my hand, which settled my head after a swallow or two. More kissing, this time on my unresisting lips. My brain still full of Naomi but my body being pawed clumsily by Neil.
But I wasn't going to get away with putting all the blame on him. Now I definitely remembered kissing him back. Trying to numb the pain with basic physical contact. It was me who suggested I get him off as a reward for being such a 'friend'. I didn't want him inside me at that point, didn't want to be humped by any horny male last night or any other. So after we snogged drunkenly for a bit, I fished his thin erection out, giggling stupidly as he sighed in pleasure at my touch, then tried to console him with a clumsy hand job. Surely he deserved that?
Which turned somehow into a fucking blow job.
Which turned into...
Fuck.
Well, yeah, that's exactly what it turned into. One minute I had my head in his lap, watching the goofy look on his face as I turned all his boyish fantasies into reality. Next thing I was sitting astride him. Riding him. Watching his face watching mine.
I have no idea how or when that particular transition occurred. It seemed to be all dreamy sensations and soft moans up till then...not quite sure who did the moaning. But happen it did. He fucked me...and I was a willing, if totally bombed participant. Quite what messed up part of my brain thought shagging this guy was going to erase Naomi from my head, I don't know.
Still don't.
I can even remember him asking me after a few minutes eager thrusting, if I was on the pill because he'd just realised he didn't have a condom on? All a bit pointless by then anyway, I suppose.
I'm not. On the pill that is. But I do remember not caring very much. Maybe if I rode him long enough I thought, I could explode in orgasmic bliss too and forget for a few seconds that parting look from the blonde?
That comfortable little theory lasted less than five minutes, until he groaned desperately, arched up and finished inside me, way too soon for any residual pleasure to come my way...pun intended. No surprise there then. My few sexual encounters with men always seem destined to end that way.
I don't remember rolling off him or engaging in any cosy post coital small talk. I think I just curled up on my side away from him and sought the instant oblivion sleep could give.
But now its morning.
And now I have a snoring, foul breathed fake boyfriend in my bed. Neil isn't actually a bad guy, as guys go. But that's just the problem, He is a guy.
And now I know, if proof was needed, that a guy is the last thing I want...ever.
The words fish and bicycle sprang into my mind from some Cosmopolitan article or other. Yep...about as useful as...
I splashed warm, soapy water on my face, rinsed off and towelled it roughly. Slowly and strangely steely determination replaced the shuddering, weak constitution I normally possess. I have no idea why now...with a snoring, unwanted guy in my bed, a few persistent male sperm treacherously swimming around inside me...probably making a beeline for my defenceless ovaries; and a gorgeous ex, almost certainly enjoying a morning after lazy shag with the attractive Roberta, only a mile or so away...I had this odd feeling of determination, direction. But I did.
Time to ring the changes Emily Fitch. I told myself as I used my electric toothbrush to cleanse my mouth of the last of nights other excesses. The sort of drive and single mindedness I applied to my work was needed now. I could have just been the old Emily, wake Neil with a cup of tea before letting him go with a false promise to call, maybe spend an hour lunchtime enduring a grisly post mortem discussion with my sister about our respective night before shagathons...go to lunch at my mothers as planned and carry on with the lie about being straight and in a fledgling relationship with the floppy haired Neil.
Or...I could make this the first day of my new life.
Naomi was gone. I realised that. Nothing was likely to change her opinion of me now. Turning up with a fake boyfriend was the last straw. She will never forgive me for that brutal slap in the face. I know that for certain.
But I could make other changes. Starting now.
I brushed my hair hard, almost enjoying the painful tugs on the roots as I teased out the tangles. Wrapping myself in my thickest towelling dressing gown, I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Neil was still asleep, on his back now with a regular deep snore breaking the silence. Charming.
I walked over and shook him awake.
"Wh...what...oh Emily?" he said, then smirked hopefully at me as he regained consciousness. I'm guessing he was up for a repeat performance after his luck changed so decisively last night. Wrong.
I sat down beside him and batted away his hopefully outstretched hand. I didn't have much time this morning...the sexual health clinic was on the other side of town. I needed a morning after pill and a physical check up. If this really was a sea change in the life of Emily Fitch, I didn't want any nasty pregnancy test surprises 3 months down the line. I needed to do this all quickly and clinically.
"Neil...stop, please...I need to say something and you need to listen" I said, my voice only slightly wobbly. This would be the first of several conversations I intended to have today. Probably the easiest.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and waited for me to continue. I think he was about to cotton on to the fact that this was a 'it's not you, it's me' conversation.
"...Last night was very...nice" I lied, not very convincingly. (I'm sure it was nice for him)... "...but it was a one off. You're a great guy..."
"But not the right one for you?" he finished for me. That stopped me in my tracks. I was expecting a bit of resistance, but his face although sad was perfectly calm.
"Yeah" I said guiltily, dropping my eyes. He is a great guy. But it wasn't even that. Nice guys are two a penny. His problem wasn't personality but simple, basic anatomy.
"Look...I've never told anyone this before Neil, but..." I started slowly.
"You're gay...or bi?" he interrupted flatly, still calm "...I suspected that all along Emily...but I just hoped...maybe in time..."
My mouth was catching flies by now. I wasn't expecting perception from my fake boyfriend. It was a bit like finding out Katie had been moonlighting for the Samaritans, beyond all logic.
I took a long, deep breath nevertheless and went for it. This is it girl, I thought, go for it. First true confession of your adult life.
"Yes" I said simply "I'm gay...actually not even bi...gay. I've tried to fight it...pretend I'm not, but last night...well last night just proved to me that even sleeping with a nice guy instead of someone like Richard won't change anything. I'm totally gay and its about time I started admitting it to myself as well as to other people"
His lips set in a thin line. He might be being noble about it all, but it was obviously not pleasant for him. Guilt surged through me again as I watched him sitting in my bed. It wasn't his fault I'd used him as a good looking smokescreen, and then used him again last night to try to fuck my problems away, was it?
The silence lengthened and I was about to say something else when he spoke again.
"Look Emily. I won't lie. I really wish it could be different. You're lovely...beautiful in fact. And I was kidding myself that you were with me because you fancy me. Last night was great for me...but maybe not so nice for you? I saw the way you were looking at that girl... Naomi?...The one who was doing the dirty dancing with that dark haired woman? You looked like you wanted to drag the other girl off Naomi and carry her out of the building. When we got back here, I was expecting you to just pass out on the bed. I would have gone home and phoned you this morning to call this..." he indicated me and him "...off. But sleeping with me to take your mind off what's right in front of you doesn't work. I've tried it myself and it just ends up hurting more. So...even though I'm disappointed, I understand. I think...well, I think it's better if I go straight away. If you'll just...?"
He gestured at his clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. I nodded quickly and began to scoop them up, putting them in a pile beside him. I felt better for being able to do something practical. Why was he being so nice about all this? I'm not sure I would have been in his position.
"Neil...? " I said as he pulled on his shirt "You're a really n..."
He looked up at me sharply and shook his head.
"Please Emily...don't. I'm being as civilised as I can be, but if you tell me I'm a nice guy and that its not me but you...I might just throw up all over your expensive carpet. Look, can you give me a few minutes privacy to get dressed? I'll be out of your way soon enough?"
I nodded again and left the room as quickly as I could, shutting the bedroom door behind me and, after walking into my living room. I closed that door too. I was expecting him to use the bathroom, then come into say goodbye, but instead, within a couple of minutes, I heard the apartment front door click firmly closed. Gone then...
When I went back into the bedroom to check, all traces of Neil were gone apart from a dent in a pillow. On that pillow was a note, written on the back of a receipt I had left on the dresser in black eye liner pencil.
"I hope you find what you're looking for Emily. If its any comfort, she looked at you all the time when she thought you were distracted. Whatever you feel for her, its probably mutual?"
It was that which made me cry after everything else had failed. He really WAS a nice guy. Even if I didn't believe she still cared.
An hour and a half later, I left the Temple Quay centre with a bit of paper telling me I was free of an alarming list of possible STD's and a prescription for the morning after pill. I went into a pharmacy and stood in a queue, embarrassed as fuck as the female assistant (who was about 12 years old...or looked it) filled the order. Talk about the walk of shame...I've never been so fucking embarrassed. I might as well have had a sign over my head saying 'I got fucked last night without a condom' . Most of the pensioners standing in the queue probably hadn't been shagged in 40 years...
Anyway, if that was risk taking its not for me. Never again...but then as I have no intention of sleeping with another male in my life, its all a bit academic anyhow, yeah?
Next stop Katie then. I called her back (inevitably there had been three missed calls and two unanswered texts from my dear sister) and interrupted her part angry, part self congratulatory rant.
"Meet me in 10 minutes" I said firmly, giving her my current location "I have something important to tell you...NO Katie, it won't wait"
Hanging up after repeating for the twentieth time I wasn't going to tell her what I wanted to say in advance, I popped into Subway and ordered a salad roll and a fruit juice. I quickly swallowed the baby zapping pill with my drink and carefully (my stomach was still doing trapeze impressions) nibbled at the bread. Stomach lined and with those pesky little Neil sperms on their way to being nuked by the chemicals (I hoped) I felt a bit better.
As I watched out of the window minutes later, I saw a worried looking Katie cross the road. No way was I having this discussion in a café, so quickly dropped the rest of the roll on my plate and left the Subway, waving to her to follow me. There was a park on my side of the road. Space and privacy enough to do what I had to...
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"You fucking what?" Katie exploded as we sat on a bench undisturbed by passers by, then proceeded to double over in semi hysterical laughter. "...come ON Emily...not the fucking gay card again?...Wasn't it embarrassing enough Mum finding you and that Sarah bitch snogging in the conservatory that time? At least you had the excuse of being hammered and still in the old experimental Uni mode? Jesus...I thought you'd put all that teenage bullshit behind you. You shagged Richard for a whole fucking year babe...doesn't exactly make you dyke of the century does it...?"
I waited for her to have her fun. It was about what I'd expected. Ridicule and disbelief.
"I'm gay Katie...and I'm not going to pretend any more..." I said coldly
"No...I'm not fucking having it. What about..." she searched her mind for the name of the guy I am supposed to be crazy about "...Neil? Fuck Emily...he won't appreciate you spinning that sad line again about being a closet lezzer. You'll break his heart...he was only telling Rob the other day that he thinks you might be 'the one' for fucks sake. Just stop all this crap...look, if it makes you feel better...we all go through a 'I wonder what it's like with a girl' phase...I'm not totally unaware. A few drinks, a couple of spliffs and its easy to give in when your mate wants to try a sloppy girl snog...I remember when Anna Carter kissed the face off me at that student party in St Pauls...it took me fucking ages to convince her afterwards that it was just a dare. But I came to my senses pretty quick and so should you. You're not gay, just...I dunno... sad?"
She finished her little diatribe with a satisfied huff and folded her arms, For Katie, admitting to a pissed up snog with another girl at college was the equivalent of a deathbed confession. It was like we were playing some fucked up game of truth or dare at school. But this time I wasn't playing. This time she needed to listen instead of just hearing me.
"No Katie..." I said firmly and glared back at her. We were still mercifully alone in our little corner of the park and I needed to get this settled before some passer by decided to listen in. "...this is me finally having the courage to admit what I've known all my adult life. Sarah wasn't a mistake. At least being with her wasn't. For your information, it wasn't just a one off drunken snog. We were an item for weeks before that night. Mum and you might have frightened her off and made sure it was over that time, but I was in love with her. If I hadn't been such a coward and let you spoil things, I might still be with her. Its the only time in my life I have ever been in love with someone...anyone. Apart from..." I finished lamely as Naomi's face swam into my mind.
Bad move, because Katie instantly smelled blood in the water. I could almost see her mind assessing the odds. Sarah was in the past and out of reach, but if there was a new dragon to slay, Katie was always up for it.
"Apart from who?" she said icily, eyes narrowing. "Who's talked you into thinking you're gay all over again Ems...I'll fucking kill her"
I matched her hard stare with one of my own. I could probably count the number of times I'd verbally slugged it out toe to toe with my sister on one hand. Usually, she wins hands down. Force of personalty goes a long way. But not this time. This time it was too important to back away from.
"There isn't a someone Katie. Not now anyway. She gave up on me when I caved in and pretended to be with Neil. She's moved on to someone who isn't scared to admit what she is"
Katie shook her head at my words, but I could see she was worried at how definite I was being. It certainly wasn't what she was used to. Then I saw her eyes narrow again as she scanned her memory for evidence of who I had been talking about. I saw the sudden flash of recognition on her face and quickly stood up, shouting at her before she could say anything else.
"I told you there isn't anyone...not now anyway. Neil put paid to that. But I've dumped him Katie...as nicely as I could. He deserved someone who could love him back, and thats not me"
Our little cabaret was starting to attract attention from a bunch of kids playing football a hundred meters across the field. I could see them swapping amused glances and mouthing something to each other. I had about ten secondsto squash the track Katies mind had been hunting down. The very last thing I needed was my sister in full righteous indignation mode, banging on Naomi's door, accusing her of corrupting her baby sister.
"Its her isn't it?" Katie snarled, not put off for a second. "The bottle blonde who was dancing with the short skank at Sara's party. I fucking saw you sending her soppy looks, but I thought you were just trying to get Neil's attention. Fuck...I should have smacked the cow in the mouth right then. She was all over that tart with big tits...fucking disgusting. How could anyone show themselves up like that?...In fucking public too?" Katie said with an almost staggeringly surreal lack of self awareness.
I almost sniggered. Katie Fitch slagging someone off for excessive PDA's. A bit like Donald Trump criticising someone for over tweeting. But the seriousness of what Katie might do next smothered my amusement.
"Yeah..fucking disgusting...dirty dancing like that in public Kay?...I mean you and Rob are always the picture of propriety, aren't you? Tell me...did you wait till you got him indoors to fuck his brains out, or did Abdul the friendly taxi driver get a first hand photo shoot of you sucking Rob off on the way home? Wouldn't be the first time you put on a free show for the punters, would it sis?"
The smack in the face I got for that crack was worth it, if only for the look on my sisters face. Part anger, part embarrassment. It wasn't only me who'd accidentally walked in on the adolescent Katie perfecting her fellatio skills from time to time. A certain nervous female supply teacher at Roundview had a ring side seat for one stellar Katie Fitch performance behind the gym. It earned my sister a weeks suspension and the 'lucky' guy a permanent exclusion (it was his third offence) Katie has more skeletons in her closet than the fucking Natural History Museum.
But then something strange happened. Instead of following up her attack as was her normal wont, Katie seemed to deflate in front of my eyes. Her eyes filled with tears and she reached out to gently touch the painful mark on my cheek.
"I'm...sorr..." she choked and I swear planets changed their orbits at the events taking place on Earth. Katie does not do apologies. Even when she's definitely in the wrong, which is quite often. But this, despite her inability to actually complete the word was one of those mythical creatures, a Katie Fitch "Sorry".
I held my own cheek, stepping back a touch. I might have been dazed at her sudden change of heart, but I was still wary normal service might be resumed just when I'd let my defenses down.
"Katie...?" I said slowly as she stared at me "...Katie...who am I?"
I could see her sorrowful look change to one of puzzlement.
"What...what the fuck sort of question is that?" she said
"A simple one Kay...who AM I?"
She shook her head at the apparent stupidity of my question. It was only after a couple of seconds that recognition emerged in her dark eyes, so similar to mine, yet so different.
"Oh...right. You're Emily...Emily Fitch...my twin sister..." she murmured as if shy about admitting something so obvious.
I rubbed my cheek again and saw another unusual expression cross her face...contrition.
"Exactly" I said, moving closer and reaching out for her hands. She allowed me to grip them both in mine. "I'm Emily...your sister. And I'll still be Emily...your sister after today. I've always been just Emily. Gay, straight...whatever Kay. I'm Emily and you love me, right?"
She nodded without speaking, so I took advantage of a rare opportunity to fill the gap.
"And I love you Kay...more than ever now...because I need you to back me up. I'm gay" I said again and allowed her the small wince she couldn't hold in "...and that's got nothing to do with what's happened this month, this year...fuck this life. I was gay from the moment we hit puberty. I just got very good at hiding it. Remember the wall posters? That disgusting one you had with Beckham posing in his undies...the one you insisted on having on your side of the room, facing me?"
Katie grinned and said "Yeah...you fucking hated that Ems...how many fucking times did we fight when you insisted on sticking pictures of Posh's head over his package...fucking ruined the effect, yeah?"
I laughed too.
"Not exactly my cup of tea sis...waking up to his...equipment staring right at me. I thought it was funny anyway...putting her head in the place where it probably spent most of the time anyway?"
We giggled like proper sisters for a moment and this time Katie pulled me in and hugged me fiercely. Something she hadn't done in years. We ignored the cheers and catcalls from the kids who were watching us from the football area. If they thought this was the start of a sexy twin thing, they were sadly mistaken. She whispered in my ear before stepping back.
"I've got your back Ems...Katie sham. And you're gonna need it...fuck, Mum is gonna go nuclear, you know that right?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, probably already has my wedding to Neil all mapped out in her head. Not gonna happen Kay. I dumped him this morning. After fucking shagging him last night unfortunately"
Katies mouth dropped open.
"You shagged him?" she said wonderingly "...but you said...?"
I shivered at the vivid memory of what I'd done last night to try to pretend yet again I was straight.
"Yeah...fucking disaster as always. Still trying to fit in right to the end. But I'm done with all that. Neil got his horizontal thank you for being my fake boyfriend and I got an embarrassing trip to the morning after clinic...so everyone's a winner, right?"
The last word was spoken in a whisper. I wasn't proud of my last bit of cowardly hetero fakery.
After that, it was with relief I let Katie lead me out of the park and away from curious eyes. She didn't say much more, only that she would be with me when I broke the good news to our parents. I squeezed her hand in thanks when she told me that. I had a feeling it was going to be the hardest confession of all.
Except I had one more to make before I faced the Medusa.
We separated on Park Street, Katie off to the hairdressers, (inevitably) and me to my own place. I needed to sit down and make a plan. A plan for the rest of my life. But first...an apology to the person who was truly innocent in this passion play. She might very well tell me to fuck right off. I probably would in her place, but even if she did, I needed to be straight with her. For the first time. She might be guilty of sexually aggressive over enthusiasm, but in the scheme of things, it was hardly important now, was it? Time for Emily Fitch to man up and confess that it is me who has the problem, not her. If she shows me the door, its no more than I deserve...at least she'll know the truth.
XXX
Two miles away
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I spent the first couple of hours after waking in the quiet bedroom just cleaning up from last night. Not that there was a lot to do. Change the sheets and pillowcases. Get rid of those ruined knickers that lay on my carpet like a mute rebuke. Open the windows to let the cool Bristol air blow through. The smell of sex was overpowering and after the passion was gone, guilt replaced the warm glow of post coital satisfaction. It's not that I regretted shagging Roberta...she was the one cheating on her fiancée not me, but I'd let jealousy and bitterness rule me last night. There wasn't any doubt that I'd enjoyed way too much, the look on Emily's face when I clung to Roberta on the dance floor, being all too obvious about where it was leading. Yes, Emily had hurt me, turning up with that pretty boy escort. But now I was sober, I remembered the way they acted together...like they weren't together, if you know what I mean? She was all longing looks at me and silent misery and him...well, he looked like someone had stolen his favourite football sticker book. I doubt whether lover boy got any more than a goodnight peck...unlike me.
I had no idea why I was regretting fucking the pneumatic Roberta, but I was. OK, it was just sex. She wanted it and so did I. She was probably a lot more remorseful than I was this morning, but neither of us are innocent. So how come it was still bugging me...and how come I'm still thinking about those big brown eyes, pleading with me across the crowded hall. I'm over her...right?
After spending a fruitless hour trying to make up housework to keep me occupied, I gave up and made some strong coffee...sitting in the window seat and staring out at the busy street outside.
The knock on the door startled me. The coffee had gone cold, which was lucky as a good proportion of what was left in the mug slopped over my wrist as I jerked in surprise. I glanced at my wall clock...3 pm. I wasn't expecting visitors.
A tiny part of my mind was hoping it was a contrite Emily...wanting to clear the air and...well whatever. At the very least, maybe it was Mini, back to give me some more best friend comfort.
But fate had one last knobbly dildo for my behind to receive... I opened the door with some trepidation. Whoever it was was likely to mean problems. I had no idea just how prescient that thought was until the door swung open wide.
Roberta...panda eyed and crying. In her hand what looked terrifyingly like an overnight case. As I stood in shock, she bawled out loud and threw herself in my arms.
"Gavin knows..." she said brokenly "...he's thrown me out...called off our engagement...Oh Naomi..."
I stood with my hands on her shoulders as they shook and wretched sobs burst from her.
Jesus Christ on a bike...do I ever get a break?
OK, a decent sized chapter for you to enjoy, if that's the right word. Emily contrite and determined to put things right. Naomi with her hands full of last nights discarded shag. Roberta looking for somewhere to sleep tonight.
What could possibly go wrong now?
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