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On with the show then. Naomi and Emily having lunch with Katie. Should be a smooth ride...hmmm.

Naomi

I know I sound whingy but its hard not to be, being pulled along by my hand across the wet pavement by a determined Emily towards a meeting with her scary sister. I tried the obvious treat based diversions earlier, but she's not for turning. Unfortunately.

"Em...can't we just say I'm sick...or the cat died or something? I'm sure Katie will understand?" I lean closer as an old guy looks at us curiously as we walk past, then frowns as he spots our entwined hands. I give him a Campbell death glare and he looks away quickly.

"No Naomi" Emily say firmly "Katie would NOT understand. She wants to meet the woman I love...what's so bad about that?"

I rolled my eyes at that. I don't even know Katie Fitch, but judging by some of the anecdotes Emily has repeated to me on the odd occasions over the past week when her beautiful mouth hasn't been otherwise occupied, she sounds pretty terrifying.

I tried again. Pressing my mouth closer to her ear as we walk

"Look babe...if we can just go home now...I'll..."

I make some really filthy suggestions involving me, Emily and that battery powered strap on someone sent me for Christmas as a 'joke' a year ago. Heaven knows what it actually does, as I've never had the courage to get it out of the box, but Mini had giggled long and hard (stop it!) at the lurid, misspelt Chinese/English instructions on the front when she'd discovered it, looking for her discarded knickers one morning, before sliding it firmly back under my bed. Lucky that. Why the fuck a strap on, even a life like monster like that needs a battery I have no idea. I thought the idea of one of those penis substitutes was for us to be the power behind it?

Whatever. Even that horny inducement fell on deaf ears. It was my last throw of the dice. We were having lunch with the fearsome Katie Fitch. End of.

I held my breath as we opened the door to Hotel du Vin's posh Bistro. This was supposed to be one of the top eateries in town. Trust Katie to choose this location. I bet the menu is eye watering, and I don't mean the cuisine. Emily had already told me about Katie's habit of picking expensive places to eat but not paying the bill. It wasn't something I considered a pleasant character trait. Emily is temporarily unemployed, so I get a bit protective of her...well a lot protective actually.

We scanned the bistro looking for her sister, but came up with a blank. Emily smiled politely at the instant appearance of a white shirted waiter.

"Mademoiselles?" he said in that cod French accent you know only lasts as far as the kitchen door. The guy probably comes from St Pauls, but I guess its in the job description to be suitably Gallic with paying customers. He did a double take at our still joined hands and my judgement was confirmed. If he had actually been French, I bet he wouldn't have even noticed we were a couple. The French are so much better than the English at sex...not actually the shagging itself you understand, I think me and Emily are pretty good at that. No, I mean dealing with different types of sexualities. I went on a weeks exchange trip to Toulouse when I was in 6th form. Lets just say I think girl girl sex is part of the curriculum for the baccalaureate over there...its practically compulsory for girls to experiment with each other. I had so much fun that week, I almost emigrated. I took a brief pause to remember...err Jolie...fair haired, tiny waisted ...very vocal (whispered French sounds so sexy when you're inside someone!)...Nicoline...elfin and devastating with her nimble tongue...oh and not forgetting Madeleine...with those amazing full tits... I flushed as my memory banks flickered with lurid images. Not now Naomi, I scolded myself.

Anyway...given this guy reacted like that to two pretty girls holding hands, my moneys on a Bristol birth certificate...just saying.

We got shown to a table in the corner which was set out for three diners, all glittering sliver cutlery, crisp white linen cloth and napkins. Katie had obviously decided on the late entrance technique. I guessed correctly this was normal for her as Emily just shrugged when I raised an eyebrow.

"My sister likes to make an entrance" she whispered as the 'French' waiter took our order for drinks. I stuck to Perrier as I wanted all my wits about me. Emily ordered a Pernod with water...so I reckon she needed some Dutch courage despite her calm exterior.

Bang on cue, just as a different fake French waiter delivered the drinks to the table, I heard a murmur from the front door. Yep...Katie Fitch in all her considerable glory. Dressed to the nines in a tight silver dress with plenty of cleavage and leg showing, the legend herself sashayed across the room to admiring glances from other diners and giving, no doubt a few semi hard ons for the waiters, one of whom even came out of the kitchen to watch. The girl sure knows how to make an entrance...

I took another deep breath and forced a happy smile onto my face.

Show time.

"Naomi?" she said, a glint in those oh so Emily similar eyes. Similar but definitely not the same. She air kissed her sister then sat down opposite me. Her gaze was steady and intense. I sort of knew this was going to be a gloves off inspection, but it still made me nervous. I don't need Katie Fitch's approval to be with her sister, but it sure helps. I've read about all that twin bonding and lifelong zygote attachment. If Katie really didn't like...or at least tolerate me...it was going to be harder for me and Emily.

Luckily Bristol Pierre as I've already dubbed him, came over with a small white notepad and a drink for Katie. Either she eats here often or she managed to send him a telepathic message on the way to the table. In any case a tall glass of what looked like gin and tonic with an artistically carved slice of lime on the rim was placed before her. The guy hovered a bit longer, his eyes enjoying the curve and bounce of Katie's impressive cleavage rather too much for a polite waiter. I caught Emily's weary smile as she recognised the leer. I guess Katie always made the most of her extra cup size growing up.

They were nice tits, but I kept my eyes firmly on my own girlfriend. She's definitely the prettier of the two, in my eyes anyway, so it was hardly a trial.

We ordered our entrées while the guy scribbled on his pad. Vegetable terrine for Katie...I would have picked that without knowing what was on the menu. Non fattening but pricey. Me and Emily decided on baked brie with toasted almonds and fig jam. Not quite so diet friendly, but then with the amount of exercise we were getting, any stray calories were not likely to stick around. I caught Emilys eye as I ordered for both of us and knew she had been thinking the same. We shared a sly grin before Katie coughed. I jumped a bit, but I should have expected the interruption. Emily's sister was here for a reason after all.

"So Naomi" Katie said sweetly as she put down her glass and smiled at me (a bit like a great white shark sizing up a tasty seal) "...my sister tells me you work at Jupiter Investments? It doesn't bother you that her significant ex Richard runs the show there?"

I winced but managed to stop my mouth dropping open. I should have known there would be no polite opening exchange. Obviously Katie believed in the shock and awe theory in warfare.

I felt Emily grip my hand under the table, but I've always been able to hold my own in verbal battles and now wasn't going to be an exception.

"I'd hardly call Richard Hurst a significant ex, Katie...not from what Emily tells me about him. A bit of a disappointment all round in the bedroom, I hear? No...it doesn't bother me at all. Me and Emily? ...Err... we have the significant description well covered in the sack...don't we babe?"

I saw Emily's face go from shocked at her sisters directness to mildly amused in a second at my answer. I see your lob and raise you a cross court smash Katie Fitch, I thought dryly.

I give Katie her due. The tiny downward movement of her lips was arrested quickly. I know for sure her mind was now tormenting her with unwanted images of how diligently I made sure of Emily's bedroom satisfaction. No one likes to think of a close relative having sex, so I bet she wished she could turn off the whole intuitive twin thing right now...

"Right..." she drawled eventually "Yes...Emily says you and her get on well..."

I lifted my eyebrow and let that sentence hang there. Getting on?...Yep, I think we 'get on'. Most of the night and all weekend usually. I didn't have to say a thing. This might be a long match, but I just earned my first points.

So, first volley exchanged (and I'll stop the tennis metaphors now), we settled down to more mundane questions. What I did at Jupiter...where I went to school and how we met. I glossed over the worst aspects of our twice aborted relationship. No need to give Katie any more ammunition to tease me with. The entrées eaten, we moved on to the main course. I'd been right about the prices. Eye fucking watering. But Emily insisted we order what we wanted. I made a mental note to give her my half of the bill later. Hundred quid lunches are bad enough when you're earning, but at the moment, she wasn't.

Katie, of course, was less inhibited about spending her sisters dwindling savings and ordered a pricey bottle of Sancerre with the fish.

"So...when do you two move in together" Katie smirked as the waiter left us with fancy square plates decorated with tiny portions of artistic food. "I thought lesbians meet up, shag a couple of times then start ordering curtains...?"

I kept my face neutral. Emily might be a bit behind with the dyke clichés, but it looked like Katie had been doing some bedtime reading.

I smiled politely.

"Bit of an urban myth that Katie...but I'm sure it won't be too long. I can hardly bear to see her leave my place as it is... there's plenty of room in my wardrobe for her things...not that she wears much about the house...not really worth getting dressed, is it Ems?"

Katie spluttered over a mouthful of her fish course and I heard Emily stifle what sounded suspiciously like a giggle beside me. Getting a rise out of Katie was proving addictive...

Again, Katie recovered quickly.

"Eww...that's my sister bitch" she said without real anger "I could do without the muff diving bedroom details?"

I smiled again.

"Sorry...can't seem to help myself. She is rather beautiful, so I wa..."

Katie held up her hand, coughing into her napkin.

"I swear if you say anything about nailing my sister I'll throw up this expensive main course all over your purse?"

I smirked at them both and subsided. Point proven I think.

The rest of them meal went better, well from Katies point of view for sure. She talked a lot and we listened politely. I would have settled for an honourable draw, but as Emily excused herself and went to the loo, the gloves came off again.

"My dad normally gives this talk Naomi" she said conversationally "but I don't think he's up to speed with threatening lesbians?"

I grimaced at her tone. Here it comes, I thought...

"If I remember rightly...it goes something like 'if you hurt...'insert name'... I'll hunt you down like a rabid dog...or something macho like that. Fuck the dogs...if you hurt my sister, I will end you...understand?"

I matched her glare with one of my own.

"Katie...first off, I have no intention of hurting Emily. She means the world to me. Its more likely she would be the one doing the hurting anyway. I'm the lifelong dyke who's never wanted to be with a guy, remember? It's statistically way more likely Emily will one day rediscover her bi side and go back to cock. Which would be a very bad thing...for me. I fucking love her"

I sat back in my seat and waited for the riposte. Hopefully Emily will rescue me soon I thought.

Katie considered my words for a moment, taking another sip of the wine.

"OK..." she said slowly "I'll buy that...although I thought you said you knew her? If you think for one moment she's going to jump back on the hetero train any time this side of the second coming, you're well mistaken. It's been in the post for years, this gay thing. I sort of knew she was never gonna be like me or our friends. I had to press gang her into foursome dates when we were teenagers and none of her boyfriends lasted more than a month. Fuck, when she lost her virginity at a party, she cried for a fucking week. I thought she'd enter a nunnery after that or something. No...even though I gave her a hard time...and my mum was way worse...it was obvious where all this was leading. And now she has you...apparently. She says she loves you...and I believe her. So do me a favour?"

I waited for the punch line.

"Be careful with her heart? She ain't me. Emily feels things a lot harder than the rest of us. If you decide its not working...let her down gently?"

Her face was suddenly free of the hardness she adopted as a public persona.

It sounded suspiciously like Katie was softening, but I had no intention of letting that ride.

"I love her Katie...like really love her. I can't see into the future. I can't promise never to upset her. But I'll never intentionally hurt her. Will that do?"

I got a curt nod, then the old Katie was back.

"Right then...enough of this emotional bullshit. I have somewhere to be and I'm sure you two can't fucking wait to get back to somewhere there's a bed or something?"

This time her eyes glinted with amusement, not hostility.

"Fucking right Katie" I said slyly "I promised her I'd show her how a strap on works?"

Katie spluttered so hard a waiter appeared from nowhere and offered her a fresh napkin. She took from him and glared at me over it as she coughed into it.

"Jesus fuck Campbell...keep it in your fucking pants?" the muffled cry came "...I'll have to find a stiff cock to remove that totally unwanted image from my head now. That's my sister you're talking about...fucking lesbians...!"

I giggled at her manufactured distress. Someone as up front as Katie was undoubtedly not as innocent about girl sex as she made out. I suspect the lady doth protest too much, but I quit while I was ahead. Just then Emily made a reappearance. She looked uncertainly between us as we swapped defiant looks. Maybe Emily was relieved that whatever had happened while she'd been gone was merely verbal, not physical.

"Everything OK?" she asked as she sat down again.

Katie and I nodded. Like two judo black belts ending a drawn bout.

"Naomi and I were just getting to know each other Emsy...isn't that nice?" Katie said unconvincingly. I nodded again. Emily never needed to know what had actually been said.

Amazingly, and to Emily's utter shock, Katie took out a platinum credit card and dropped it onto the silver tray the waiter presented to us with the bill on it. I didn't catch the amount, but I'm guessing it was way north of £100. After that, it was air kisses all round, then Katie left, in a fragrant cloud of newly applied scent and the usual group of drooling men watching her departure.

"Well..."Emily said breathlessly as we stood to go ourselves "...that was eventful..."

I grinned at her happily. Whatever else happened today, I could put down my first encounter with the Katie Fitch creature as a success. We'd both put down markers and emerged unscathed. Today could only get better.

Well...it did. For about an hour and a half at least.

We got home, chatted for a bit about everything and nothing, then Emily got that 'look'. I was hardly gonna argue, was I?

XXX

"Jesus Naomi...are you sure this is the way it goes on?" Emily swore as she struggled with the complicated straps. I was naked...on my back and watching with a dry mouth as my girlfriend knelt between my open thighs, trying to make sense of the cod English instruction sheet.

I was a second away from tearing the thing off her and going back to what we had been doing...very successfully...for the past ten minutes...namely kissing the face off each other and exploring the parts of us our hands could reach. But Emily was on a mission to learn everything about 'what girls did in bed'. The girl would not be denied.

Which included the monster strap on which had sat undisturbed in its packaging under my bed for months. It was only the fact that I'd promised her she could try it out that stopped me just flipping her over and making her happy with my fingers and tongue. But if this was what Emily wanted...who was I to deny her?

So here we were. Me buzzing with lust after she'd stroked me close to madness with her newly learned skills, waiting for my beloved to skewer me with that bobbing length of realistic plastic compound. I might not be a fan of the real thing, but it wasn't the first time I'd been on the receiving end of a fake dick... It had just been a while...and I was as clueless as Emily about actually putting it on (the only time I'd been the willing party in the past, it was with an older woman who knew exactly how to wield the thing)

But eventually, Emily sorted out the mechanics and straightened up with this long black thing protruding from between her legs. My mouth dried even more and my voice croaked as she looked at me like a predator with helpless prey before her.

"Jesus Ems...that looks..."

"Hot?" she finished for me.

I licked my lips and nodded. Hot was the understatement of the century. It looked...obscene. Emilys slim naked body, bare tits rising and falling as she breathed, with that...thing...waving at me. The realisation that in seconds it would be inside me...thrusting...made me gasp in anticipation and I flooded all over again.

"Fuck Ems...come on...I want that...now" I said hoarsely.

Emily's eyes were black with lust as she leaned forward and kissed me hard. The plastic phallus brushed my stomach as she did and I groaned. I didn't think it could get any hotter, but I was wrong. She sat back and grinned.

"Suck it for me babe...I want you to get it nice and wet" she said in a voice like gravel. Not just me then who was turned on...?

I lifted myself up on my elbows watching her straighten, keeping my eyes on hers as my lips slipped over the end. I lapped and sucked as sexily as I could manage on the bulbous head as her breathing rate increased rapidly. Someone was getting off on my fellatio performance big time. Given Emily's troubled past, I had an idea that the role reversal thing was doing an awful lot for her...

"Jesus" she breathed "...babe? Thats'...thats..." she dried up...which was more than I was doing. I could feel myself clenching in anticipation. Emily was going to fuck me hard with that thing...and I wanted her to.

I didn't need the words, her flushed face told me everything I needed to know about what this was doing for her. I spent another couple of minutes fake fellating for her pleasure, but by the way her thighs and stomach were twitching almost constantly by then, I knew she couldn't wait any longer. I dropped back onto the pillows, breathing hard and opened my arms.

"Fuck me baby..." I said "Fuck me Emily?"

Which she did. I should say now that I'm not exactly used to something that large...inside me... but Emily was surprisingly gentle, considering how turned on she must have been after my slutty performance. With slow, measured thrusts, she filled me until at last our warm stomachs pressed against each other. I clenched down on the big intruder, moving my hips slowly against her body. I knew that the dildo was designed to pleasure both of us...and so it proved as my movements pushed it up against her own clit.

"Oh fucking hell Naoms" she panted as I tucked my heels behind her delicious arse, urging her into me "Oh baby...this is so..."

I kissed her hard again, pushing upwards until we sorted out some sort of awkward rhythm. Her movements became more purposeful as she saw how it was making me react. Using this thing might be a rare event, but I was proper getting into it by now.

Our nipples brushed maddeningly together as she pushed into me harder and deeper. Then she started to suck on my neck, making me whimper. Minutes passed...the sounds of the traffic faint outside and the only noise in the bedroom the slap of flesh on flesh and our urgent moans and gasps.

Well, I'd asked her to fuck me...and she was doing an outstanding job of it.

"Take it...take all of it baby" she moaned as I clawed her back and thrashed under her. There were no words from me now. Even the "fuck me's" had faded into pure sensation. I could only form incoherent sounds and frantic breathing.

Finally, as I arched up, lifting her whole body weight with me, one last deep thrust pushed me over the edge. I actually screamed then...something I don't ever remember doing before in bed. The dildo was pistoning in and out of me slickly, every thrust hitting that spot inside me that always drove me crazy. I came and came and came, biting her shoulder and using both hands on that perfect arse to urge her even deeper. As I started to subside, I felt her stiffen above me and match my frantic moans with her own release.

Minutes later we were still fused together. I didn't have the energy to lift her off me. I think we might have even slept for a while. Eventually, I woke groggily, my body aching with overuse and a dull burning sensation between my legs, the oversized fake cock still buried inside me.

I carefully rolled a still sleepy Emily onto her side, wincing as the dildo slid free. I had a feeling I would be sore for several days afterwards. But for now...I slipped the strap on off her, closed my eyes, spooned my unconscious lover and slept again...

XXX

As we slept, and the world went on without us, the letterbox to my apartment clinked gently as an A5 envelope dropped onto the mat. An envelope which contained something incendiary.

A gold envelope with fancy calligraphy on its reverse.

Invitation...it said...invitation to the Annual Jupiter Investments Ball.

For Miss Naomi Campbell...plus one. It read.

Life was about to get a bit more complicated.

OK, thanks for popping by. I hope you liked it. Review if you did? Thanks!

Next stop the JI Ball and a face from the past make Emily question everything she thought she knew about herself.