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So both girls have secrets. Neither is telling. Not a healthy situation, but quite normal for Naomily, yeah?
Onwards then, typos mine I'm afraid. Skins ownership remains annoyingly out of reach.
Oh, and the first bit is, err smutty...be warned.
Naomi.
I'm having a wonderful dream. Lying on my side in my own soft bed. A small body curled up around me from behind. Strangely, my night time tee seems to have ridden up so my breasts are bare. I know that because a hand I recognised from its slow, sure movements is caressing one of them. Gently but surely.
I sighed in my dream like state...this is nice. Emily...
The hand on my tit moved sideways and began to wake up my other nipple. I shifted comfortably and gave her access. If she wanted to arouse me at night...who was I to say no? Both nipples now thoroughly excited, she left them with a firm pinch on each. It hadn't taken long for Miss Fitch to discover my secret sexual preferences. There was a time for gentleness...for finesse. But I usually crave a bit of roughness as I get more and more excited. She knew that and the firm squeeze of my sensitive tits was her way of saying 'this about to get serious babe'
When her lips brushed my neck, I sighed again, this time with a catch in my throat as she followed up by biting down on the skin there. Oh fuck...my brain said instantly. My girl is impatient to get down to it...
I allowed her hand to sneak between my thighs. I knew what she would find there. Five minutes of playing with my breasts, along with her growing aggression was guaranteed to get me going. I was already wet and this time she groaned as she found my warm slickness waiting for her.
"So wet...for me?" she asked artfully. In the old days, before I discovered I quite liked being Emily Fitch's bottom, I would have replied with a sarcastic comment like "No...I thought Jenna Coleman had sneaked in...always had the hots for Clara" but not nowadays. Yes I was wet for Emily...as always.
If this was a sex dream, I wanted nothing more than for it to carry on. I hated it when you are so horny, one more touch would send you over the edge, only for next doors cat to wake you up alone in your bed with his hopeful yowling. I needed release and hopefully, 'dream Emily' was going to live up to her reputation as the woman who makes me come harder than anyone ever has.
Her middle finger slid slowly into me, through my folds, gathering that sweet moisture she loves so much. I heard her gasp against my neck as she realised just how wet I was.
"Jesus Naoms...you're soaked..." she whispered huskily.
"Mmmmm" I said. Like, duh?
I moaned then..long and needy. Her finger was doing that slow in and out movement with a subtle curl backwards of the fingertip on the in stroke. Hitting the spot she had quickly found out makes me shiver and shake. Well...it still works. I started twitching and rolling my hips. Forward, towards her probing finger, then backwards, so I could feel the heat between her own legs against my naked behind. Naked?...I thought...she's naked too. And groaned again in delight.
Emily licked round my ear slowly, making the shiver turn into a definite shudder. I never liked that much in the past, girls probing and licking my ear during sex. But apparently I'm an addict for anything she wants to do to my body. Which about sums me up perfectly. An addict for Emily Fitch. Hopeless, helpless. Hooked.
"I'm gonna fuck you now babe" she promised as she drove into me harder and I jerked against her again. "Fuck you with my fingers...then when you've come so hard, you forget your name, I'm gonna use this..." she licked my ear again "...to drive you crazy. I love your taste...so fucking sweet...so fucking delicious...I love your cunt Naomi Campbell. my pussy...my cunt...only mine to play with"
Her words had the no doubt desired effect. I moaned again helplessly and parted my thighs a bit further. Who knew I would become a sucker for dirty talk? That sweet, innocent looking mouth poured forth utter filth when she wanted me to lose it...and I was definitely losing it.
"Christ Ems" I said hoarsely "No more teasing...I need to come baby?"
Her other hand sneaked down my back, trailing manicured fingernails along my spine before coming to rest between my legs. My dreaming eyes widened as I realised her destination. Christ, she was going to use both hands on me. There is a God after all.
I jerked again as that middle finger started to circle my clit...gently but with sure, assured movements. It was exquisite and I started to breathe harder.
Then the sneaky hand behind me joined in. No finesse required at all now. I was wet and open for her. Two straight fingers thrust inside me roughly and I cried out for her to go on.
"Oh please...oh fucking hell please Ems...fuck...fuck...fuck me till I come?"
"Your wish is my command", she smiled against my shoulder, biting down again. I felt the skin break, but honestly? Give a fuck I did not.
The two straight fingers were quickly joined by a third and I was out and out desperate by then. Rocking my hips forwards against her teasing finger and back into those pounding digits deep inside me. I reached behind my head and grasped her hair, forcing her sucking mouth onto my shoulder as she soothed the bite with lips and tongue.
"Fuck Ems...I'm gonna ..." I choked hoarsely "Oh Jesus fucking CHRIST!"
Come I did...hard and frantic. My cunt squeezed down repeatedly on her deeply embedded fingers while her other finger maddeningly slowed as she circled my pulsing clit. I may have come harder, but I really don't remember when. My eyes opened as her movements became gentle and lighter. My body eventually released her three fingers reluctantly, then my breathing started to recover.
Again the voice in my ear.
"So sorry babe...I should have come home last night...so so sorry"
Not a dream then, I groggily became aware. It was a naked Emily. In our bed, fucking me awake in the almost other worldly way she did most mornings. Except she had stayed away last night. As the endorphins in my scrambled brain dissipated and the glorious post sex feeling faded with it, I moved her arm from around me and settled on my back, looking sideways at her crumpled face. Tears were glistening on those porcelain cheeks. Real tears. My heart thumped as I looked at her seriously.
The sex had been awesome, as always, but the big fat elephant was still sitting in the room with us. Why had she stayed at her place last night?
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Emily
"I need to tell you something Naoms" I said quietly, watching her face go from puzzlement to cold fear in a second. Coming here at 6 am...waking her in the way I had just then, was really more for my benefit than hers. Anything to delay telling her the truth. Except the way she was looking at me now, narrow eyed and defensive...the way her body had subtly detached itself...a few short inches away, but what felt like miles...spoke of her wariness. I had to say something... and quickly. She probably thinks I cheated on her, you fool, my mind screamed at me.
Well...I suppose I did, in a way. Sarah and I hadn't actually done anything. Not even a hug or kiss on the cheek when I left the office. But our eyes had carried on an intense conversation of their own all through the stilted 'getting to know you' meeting.
They said, without a shadow of doubt on either side "I still fancy you...maybe even love you" They said "This will not end well for either of us"
I knew it, and so did Sarah. First love, huh? Never forgotten.
And now I have to pay the piper. The doubt and fear in Naomi's eyes was all but unbearable. She thinks you fucked someone else...my mind prodded maliciously. I hadn't, but maybe what I had done was far worse. Just an hour with Sarah...an hour of avoiding what we were both actually feeling...and suddenly all the things I thought I knew about myself, about Naomi...about us...were in doubt. And Naomi could see that. I felt sick.
"I..I..." I couldn't seem to get any words out/ Not while she was looking at me like that. Like I had just slunk from another lovers bed.
"Spit it out Emily" Naomi said quietly, pulling the duvet up under her chin, covering that glorious body. As if I'd forfeited the right to see her naked.
I realised that I was just torturing both of us. She was thinking the worst and I was letting her.
"I...I didn't cheat on you Naomi" I said weakly. Which was true, but still only half of it. "I...just bumped into someone...someone from the past and it fucked with my head...that's why I stayed away last night?"
Naomi nodded, as if I was making a serious debating point, but her eyes were now icy and unforgiving.
"So why the early morning wake up fuck Ems?...Guilty conscience? Because you gave a pretty good impression there of someone who actually cares about the way I feel?"
That hurt. She thinks you fucked her to make up for what you considered doing yesterday, I thought...and then answered myself "You did"
I lowered my eyes and heard her sigh deeply. When I looked up again she was even further away, holding the duvet up to her neck like a shield. Her eyes were bright with tears.
"I feel like I've been violated Emily" she said bleakly "What the fuck was all that about? So you met someone you knew from the past...so what. I bump into old lovers and randoms now and again. It doesn't make me stay out all night, then mercy fuck my girlfriend the next morning?"
Then her eyes changed. I saw the recognition in them of what I'd been unable to say out loud.
"Oh...It's her...isn't it?" she said coldly "Sarah...what's her face...your first love?" I get it now"
I nodded numbly.
She wrapped the duvet round her body tightly and got up, leaving me on the plain bottom sheet looking up at her.
"I must be the worlds biggest fool" she said wearily "Fucking hell...why do I walk into these things? All that time you pretended to be straight...sucking executive dick in your lunch hour...then we meet up, you decide that its muff you prefer after all..."
She started to pace about on the other side of the bed, running a hand through her bed hair. I watched her silently. She seemed to be working it all out by herself, without my input.
"...then after you get the worlds best trial run with a 'proper' lesbian...you bump into your ex...who presumably still has the hots for you...and bingo...its love actually again. How am I doing...hun?"
The last word was thrown at me with such venom, I actually flinched.
Naomi stopped pacing and faced me, tears running down her pale face. My heart lurched at how beautiful but tragic she looked. YOU did that, my conscience jeered.
"Well...I'll save you the noble speech. Get the fuck out of my bed, my home and my life. Not once have you tried to tell me what I'm saying is wrong?"
Her eyes challenged me to argue.
"Naoms..." I said weakly.
"Don't" she spat angrily "my friends call me that. Just tell me one thing Emily...did you ever love me? Because I'm going to have to reconsider my options in future if I'm that way out on people judgement. You certainly had me fooled"
"I did...I mean I do Naoms...sorry Naomi. This wasn't about cheating on you...I haven't...we haven't. It's just I wasn't expecting to ever see her again. But it turns out we'll be working together...so..."
"Oh fucking great" Naomi said, smiling without humour "So this dream job will entail 'working closely' with your first love, yeah? she said, using air quotes for emphasis. "We never really stood a chance, did we Emily?" I was just a stop gap easy shag"
"NO!" I said, my voice cracking. "It wasn't...I mean it isn't like that. I've not done anything wrong...I just got side swiped, bumping into her. It made me confused...scared"
"So you decided to spend the night alone...thinking it over...thinking us over...then thought it might be a good idea to screw me one last time...just in case you'd made a mistake and little miss First Love doesn't hack it in the sack?"
I shook my head miserably, but she was right, in one way at least. Seeing Sarah again had woken feelings in me I thought were long dead. I loved Naomi...really loved her, but how could it possibly work now?
Even if I hadn't confessed...hadn't been so crass as to have sex with her before admitting what had happened... how could I work day to day with Sarah and carry on living with Naomi? It was an accident waiting to happen. I had to make a choice. The dream job or my lover.
Sadly for me, Naomi had been doing some of her own thinking while I'd been staring at her.
"Get out" she said flatly "get out Emily"
I shook my head.
"N...NO...please Naomi. My head is all over the place. I do love you...want to be with you...but..."
"But nothing" she said icily "I'm no ones second choice. Get out Emily...take whatever you need for now. I'll get a cab to bring the other stuff over to your place. Us? We're done"
She started to walk away before spinning on her heel.
"Funny how things turn out...I was feeling guilty because I hadn't told you that the invitation to the JI ball had arrived. Was worried about how you would react. Well, I don't have to worry about walking in there hand in hand with an ex employee now, do I Em? I'll give Mini a call...she never turns down a night out...with a guaranteed shag at the end. Better all round yeah?"
With that she almost ran to the bathroom. I heard her choke out a sob as the door closed.
Quietly and miserably, I gathered a few things from the wardrobe and left her apartment.
Nice one Emily, I told myself as I waited for the lift. Thats fucked it completely then.
Oh dear...trouble in paradise?
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