On with the show then, with a heartfelt thanks for your support. Without that, I doubt I would be sitting here on a cold January morning, with a weeks work in front of me, setting out to write another few thousand words. Especially these sort of words!

A gentle warning about reading this in public, operating heavy machinery or leaving your device open where younger eyes can see it. Because when Naomily finally get their act together, the sheets self ignite, yeah?

Feeling slightly uncomfortable at doing all this build up, you might think its rather crap after all! But I have to get this out. So there. Angst? Take a back seat for a whole chapter...yes you...bugger off, there's a good emotion.

Naomi

Lying here peacefully... with my raised hand in hers...entwined...gently playing with each others fingers as we finally rest, I can hardly believe how lucky I am. You know sometimes sex can be mundane, boring even? And even when its good, most of the time its just physical. Satisfying but brief...as someone once said, like a mustard burp, momentarily tangy but then gone forever...

Well I can safely say that is nothing like the experience I have just enjoyed. (Oh and judging by her satisfied regular breathing beside me, the same can be said for Miss Emily Fitch, by the way).

Not that the physical way we showed our love (Oh Jesus how that word still sends a thrill through me...she fucking LOVES me?) was all of it. It just went totally differently to the way I'd envisaged it, even up to the point where we'd exhausted our talking, lazily kissing on the bed then starting to get each other naked. I'd expected to take the lead again...this time maybe with a gentler, more considerate touch. Perhaps make love to her with sensitive fingers and lips until she was fully satisfied, then allow her to take me in whichever way she wanted. No more holding her head down there, reacting urgently to the synapses firing off in my overheated brain. No more inconsiderate Naomi.

But it didn't happen like that. Not at all.

From the moment we collapsed onto the bed, her body at last against mine, it was Emily who took charge. This new Emily was a revelation...a supernova.

"Please..." she asked with wide Bambi eyes and a stroke of my cheek as I reached for the hem of that pretty dress "...can I...I mean first...I want to?"

I could no more refuse a request like that than consider a change of sexuality. Of course I would...could let her lead.

So instead of her dress slipping to the bedroom floor, she slowly stripped me. Taking her time. My crop top was pulled over my head. The band holding my hair up was tugged free and her fingers slid gently through my locks, teasing it out over my bare shoulders.

"So beautiful... so fucking beautiful" she breathed, looking into my eyes and using her fingertips to graze my face and neck as if she was blind and needed to map my features. I don't remember taking a single breath for long seconds as her brown orbs regarded me seriously.

She kissed me again then. Something we had been doing an awful lot of in the past half hour, in between telling each other everything we had been holding back for weeks. It felt like a detox, ridding ourselves of all the anger, the pain...the frustration. But this kiss was different. It said this is me...this is us...this is the future. It was hungry, but not in a frantic, demanding way. I'd enjoyed a thousand kisses in my life before, but nothing even came close to matching that one. I heard myself moan helplessly, but the sound was captured in Emily's mouth and reflected back to me. I clung to her smooth bare shoulders, desperate for her to take the lead, but anxious too to let her go at her own pace, however slow and frustrating it might prove for me.

Not that frustrating is a word I could honestly use for what did happen. When the kiss ended, her eyes slid greedily over my naked top half. Those brown eyes were black with lust as I stared back. Someone was very turned on...which is the sort of compliment I like.

"Beautiful" she whispered again and lifted both of her hands palm upwards, cupping my tits tenderly and using her small fingers to explore their weight, their texture. I watched her hands squeeze and knead with growing desire...the heat between my legs flaring as her thumbs found my nipples. The sensation of her hands mapping me was hot enough, but when she licked those sweet, parted lips, then gasped as I jerked instinctively at her touch, the heat increased a thousand fold. This was doing as much for Emily as me. I rocked my head back, using my arms to support me as she concentrated on discovering which stroke, which squeeze turned me on most. I realised she was learning about me, educating herself about what I liked most. It was as if we were in school and this was her advanced anatomy class. It sounds cold, but believe me, it was anything but.

"Emily...please?" I said drawing a shuddering breath. I don't even know what I was asking for...more contact...more everything I guess, but by this time I was operating on basic, primeval sexual drive. My higher brain functions had shut down under her solemn and deliberate exploration of my body.

At long last she acknowledged the tension in my posture and looked back up at my face. I've been known for a fair bit of lip biting...something previous lovers have commented on. But watching Emily's flushed face as she took her own bottom lip in her white teeth, I shuddered involuntarily as she unconsciously mimicked my habit.

"I fucking love your tits" she said huskily. Not maybe the most romantic sentence I've heard, but here, now? It was the sexiest fucking thing ever. I groaned again as her fingers carried on playing with my almost painfully hard nipples. I wanted...well, I don't really know what I wanted at that point. There were so many possibilities. I remember squirming as the sensation of her cool fingers playing with me directed hot pulses of liquid need straight between my legs. My skinnies are tight at the best of times, but right then they felt like a too small wet suit, constricting and obstructing my need for cool air and of course, more Emily caresses.

Taking a pair of skinnies off is not a graceful process at the best of times. They might look cute, if your legs are long enough and your arse pert (guilty as charged) but they're a bitch to get out of quickly.

Normally, this would be the passion killer moment. The practical application of hands and fingers to prise them off my legs. But 'this' Emily seemed to possess a preternatural ability to bypass the laws of physics. She pushed me gently backwards until my head was resting on two pillows, nimbly unbuttoned the waist, then pulled each leg downwards in one movement. My only contribution was to lift my lips as the denim passed downwards. Incredibly, she had them off me in seconds.

I smiled gratefully at her as she ran her eyes back up my legs and across my stomach. Unlike the leery gaze of work colleagues, I had no problem with her visual groping. My body was hers to do with as she pleased.

While I watched with growing desire, she slipped the straps of her dress off silky shoulders, then pulled the flimsy material over her head.

Now I gasped out loud. If she admired my body, I was in total awe of hers. The obviously expensive white two piece lace underwear set was sexy enough. Her small breasts were pushed erotically upwards by the under-wiring so that two perfect semi globes of perfect creamy flesh were revealed above. This time I licked my lips at her beauty. I wanted nothing more than to ravish her endlessly...but this was her show and with difficulty I held back, just my eyes revealing my frustration at this incredible body being within touching distance, but temporarily unavailable. I heard myself growl low in my throat as she moved forward on her knees and kissed me hard.

I don't know what I was expecting next. Some manual exploration again? Maybe even a tentative hand between my legs. I got neither. Instead she made an unexpected request.

"Naomi...?" the almost hoarse voice whispered, her eyes on my body still.

I forced my eyes upwards to her own and waited.

"I want you to do something for me?" she said " Will you...?"

"Anything" I promised truthfully.

"I want you to...to... touch yourself?" she said almost shyly.

"W...what...but I though you wanted to...?" I said in a voice I hardly recognised as my own.

She bit her lip again before speaking.

"Oh...I do...I mean I will...I want you so badly I'm shaking at the thought...but I need to...no I want to know what pleases you...how you please yourself...will you do that for me?"

I was shivering a little myself by now. She wanted to watch me pleasure myself? Part of me was incredulous. Here? Now?

But if that was what Emily wanted...who was I to refuse her? After my crude and selfish performance last time she was in this bed, I would have granted her any wish...well almost any.

Blushing a little, which was all kinds of ridiculous given our current situation, I laid back and waited until she had settled comfortably between my open thighs. I had a moment when I realised with a shock that she'd obviously thought about this. The understanding that the demure Miss Fitch had imagined me in this position made it all a bit easier. With the sort of lurid fantasies I had often enjoyed about her, there was hardly any room for me to get shocked, was there?

Getting yourself off is normally a solitary pleasure, although I guess most of us have done it at least once for a partner (be honest Naomi...more than once). But its usually the sort of thing you do to spice up your love life when sex has become a bit vanilla. I'd never done this for anyone quite so early in a relationship. But by the look of Emily's flushed cheeks and the way her breasts were rising and falling inside that superb bit of lingerie engineering, it was definitely something she craved. And what Emily craved, I was and am determined to give her.

So I started. I closed my eyes, just to make it more comfortable for me. If I had been alone I would have already been stroking my own breasts by now, so I began by mimicking her exploration of my tits. I heard a sharp intake of breath as she watched my hands replicate her recent touching. I pulled on my nipples quite hard and cupped the breasts firmly, the way I like them played with. I could hear her breathing speed up slightly as I began to hum a little contented hum in the back of my throat. Like I said, if I had been alone in my bed, instead of putting on a royal command performance in front of her, I wouldn't be too concerned about making a noise. Thick walls and double glazing allow me to be as vocal as I like when I'm getting off, alone or not, so I indulged myself. I didn't think Emily would complain...

My hands wanted to slip lower, but I extended my foreplay, just for her benefit. I could feel the little twitches and jerks of her body as she wriggled against me. Her kneeling thighs were pushing against my open ones. It didn't do a lot to lower the temperature...I can tell you that.

Gradually I slowed my caresses on my upper body and one hand slid down to cup myself over my knickers. They weren't as fancy as hers, but by the small groan I heard as I squeezed myself, someone else was still very much enjoying themselves. I opened my thighs a little wider, missing the contact with her skin, but she immediately scooted closer until I could feel her against me. God, I thought, my legs are obscenely wide...I hope she knows what's coming up next?

Once I'd given myself a few more squeezes and strokes, I needed skin on skin contact. The strangled moan I heard as my hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear was proof enough that the game was still on. Emily was breathing hard now and those twitches were getting more obvious. If it had been me watching her masturbate (Oh God yes please...one day soon?) I wouldn't have been able to stop myself joining in by then, but it seemed Miss Fitch was made of sterner stuff. So I upped the ante.

My middle finger found my cunt as wet and hot as I expected it to be by now. All this teasing was working for both of us. My head went back into the softness of the pillows as my fingertip found my excited clit already pulsing. A couple of small circles around it and my hips started doing that subtle rolling and upward thrusting I knew was the start of the best part. Again, if I had been alone, my knickers would have been across the room and I would probably be using two hands to speed things up. But the last thing Emily seemed to crave was a fast finish. Desperate as I was to come now...I knew she wanted the whole show. Probably, watching my busy fingers inside the thin material of my underwear was the best of both worlds for her. Knowing what I was feeling, being a girl and all that, but the actual deed being semi hidden by the stretched blue material.

But just then she took the whole thing out of my hands, as it were. I felt her move closer and then soft lips closed over one nipple. I groaned out loud and put one hand gently behind her head, pressing her a little closer.

"No fair Miss Fitch..." said breathlessly "...thats cheating?"

It wasn't as if I actually wanted her not to join in, but if this was really a solo performance, the added stimulation of a mouth sucking my nipples wasn't something I would have been able to do myself, was it? I might be OKish in the tit department, but sucking my own nipples was definitely a stretch too far for Campbell N...

Incredibly, I felt her smile as her mouth continued to apply suction. Bitch, I thought..someone is getting their own back here?

I gave up teasing and protesting then. Lifting my hips I slid my now thoroughly soaked knickers down my body. Emily released my nipple reluctantly when she saw what I was doing. I opened my eyes wide and saw her pulling at the thin material too, helping me. First off one leg, then the other. Naked at last, I fell back and this time kept my eyes open as she resumed her ringside seat between my legs.

Her face was all seriousness now. I think we both knew this was the final scene in my little one act play. I was so turned on, I was worried one more touch of those cupid bow lips on any part of my anatomy would make me explode, but the pause in taking off the last of my clothing calmed me a little. Instead, I bent my knees slightly and raised an eyebrow at her fascinated gaze.

"I really won't last long now Emily...not with you looking at me like that..." I said honestly "...so if you want to watch it happen baby...you might want to get a bit closer?"

Her face was a picture. I could see the cogs turning. Probably thinking about the last time her head was between my legs. But I tried hard to convince her with a small smile that it wasn't going to happen again. However excited I got...this was her show, not mine.

She nodded and dropped elegantly onto her elbows...looking right at the place where my fingers had started to move again all of their own accord. I was on autopilot now...an orgasm was due and I needed it, Emily Fitch as spectator or not.

Gradually, over several more minutes, my movements became faster and less coordinated. My hips jerked upwards and I was breathing so fast, in the end my head was spinning with excess oxygen. But the thought of stopping never crossed my overcooked mind. Emilys fascinated face drifted out of sight as keeping my eyes open became impossible. My head went back and the relentless stimulation of my clit became almost unbearable. Now I could feel her breath right on the back of my fingers...Jesus...she's that close...I thought frantically.

"Em...Oh fuck...Jesus...its coming...I'm fucking coming!" I cried out as the unstoppable rolling wave of ecstasy began to crest. Then...suddenly, shockingly, my circling finger was abruptly pushed aside. My groan of frustration was instantly replaced by a hoarse shout of delight as I felt the unmistakeable sensation of a warm, wet tongue against my clit instead. Firm hands gripped my thighs as I started to spasm. She lapped and sucked, probed and hummed in delight as the mother of all orgasms ripped through my thrashing body. I have no idea how many times I clamped down and contracted on her tongue, but it seemed to me to go on forever. Still she hummed against me, mouth open and tongue actively prolonging my pleasure. Throughout it all, with great difficulty, I kept my hands away from her head, instead gripping the sheets like a woman about to fall off a tall cliff.

It felt like hours later when she straightened up, lips shining with my excitement. Her face was a picture of delight and pride.

"That was...fucking hell Naomi" she said breathlessly "...that was awesome...so fucking sexy...so fucking hot!"

I managed a "anything to please" wry comment before she pounced on me and kissed me so comprehensively I temporarily forgot my name.

Minutes later, her gratitude at me doing as she asked, I realised she must be throbbing with need by now. I've watched the odd girl masturbate for me...its very arousing, as Emily had said. But here...now? With the emotions we had overwhelming us? It must have been some show for my shy girlfriend (and oh, how nice that sounds too!)

So while she was lying on top of me, still whispering her thanks in my ear, I started to return the favour. Stroking her perfect little peach like behind with my fingers and using my hips to undulate upwards against her. She sighed a little happy sigh and I bent my head so I could whisper back.

"It's still your show babe...what else would you like...you must be burning up by now?"

I felt her nod against my shoulder and then that incredible voice was back, making me shiver as her breath tickled my ear.

"Well...I've always wanted to..."

The next few words made me clench again, despite the fact that I was still experiencing small aftershocks from my solo performance.

I pulled back and looked at her slightly embarrassed expression.

"...and there was me, thinking you were so shy...you sly little minx" I teased and the cheeky grin of delight I got back made me determined to give her exactly what she wanted. I pushed her gently up, then forward, so she was kneeling over my body. Her eyes were wide and intense as I scooted down the bed a little. God, she was a sight to make a plaster saint tremble. Those fancy knickers were obviously a little on the damp side and it was a matter of seconds while I pulled at the silk little draw strings either side of her waist and freed her from them. I'd been this close to her perfection before of course, but this time she was in the dominant position. Its not as if I'd never done this before...but somehow it had extra spice, knowing she'd dared to ask me for it specifically.

I took one last glance up at her face, staring intently down at me. Her eyes flickered from my own to my mouth and back again several times. I knew that look too. It said I know what you're about to do to me and I'm afraid I might just explode on the spot.

Well, she didn't. But it really didn't take that long either. Slowly lapping at her with my extended tongue, I made damned sure she could see every movement, every lick. Again and again she held my eyes as I worked on her. I knew all the tricks of course...but I really didn't need to be that creative. All she seemed to need was the visuals (I was learning fast that Emily Fitch likes to watch) and the steady deliberate friction of my tongue against her sweetness.

Towards the end...while she was crying out deliriously and clutching my hair, grinding down against my relentless tongue, her eyes finally closed. She had enough visual evidence to get her over the line.

We had lots of opportunities to repeat everything she liked later on...well into the night actually. But nothing beat that bit of topping. It seemed the newly out Emily Fitch was a natural top. Who'd of thunk it?

Several hours later, we went to sleep, contented and pretty much exhausted. Mission accomplished was my last conscious thought. Tomorrow can take care of itself...today cannot be beaten.

XXX

OK, passion pit section completed. Sweet Disposition indeed.

Next chapter deals with the aftermath. Don't worry...the honeymoon is still on!

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