A/N

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Well Naoms is about to get her celibacy terminated, but I think there may be trouble ahead, just saying...

Poor Emily is in a hard place right now, but maybe things will get better in the near future huh? As if I don't KNOW ha ha

Emily

Fucking hell, I just made it out of the gates before my eyes filled with even more tears. I didn't think I had any left after the two hour endurance test with Danny last night. He called me frigid, a whore and a dyke. I don't really know how I can be all three, but in my post orgasmic haze, I found it difficult to defend myself. OK, there was no actual Naomi hiding under the bed, but the words he had heard whilst fumbling with his keys outside the flat could not be taken back.

I can't say he had ever actually heard me come (at least a REAL one), but right enough, even in a drunken haze, he recognised the sounds I was making. I think he was a little disappointed that he hadn't found me naked with a girl between my legs. The old girl/girl/male threesome fantasy is hard wired into men I think. But after he had raved at me for what seemed like hours, I pulled myself together, got up, and sat opposite him. We talked, or rather I talked and he sat there with a silly open mouthed expression on his face as I pushed home some very overdue home truths. Fact is I didn't love him, If I ever had. Being together was just like pulling on a familiar old jumper, convenient but very unexciting. It was time to end it, best for both of us, its not you, its me. You get the picture. Cue another rant which I listened to with half an ear whilst doing a silent inventory of the fixtures and fittings in the apartment. Cold, you think? Honestly, all I felt was relief that something had brought this crazy situation to a head. I was tired of playing the dutiful and submissive fiancée. Its over, I told him. Lets move on.

At last he shrugged his shoulders in resignation, after one last appeal for us to try again. I shook my head sadly. I think he knew then it was really finished. I went into the bathroom to wash my face and soothe my stinging eyes. I could hear him crashing about, mumbling to himself while I did it. I sat on the edge of the bath, bathrobe hugged around me, my head pounding with a stress headache until I heard the front door slam. I did cry some bitter tears, but truth told, they were for me, not him.

When I eventually came out, his key was on the hall table and it looked like someone had thrown a hand grenade in the living room. The CD collection was on the floor, all his favourite heavy rock band discs gone, mine scattered around. The photo of us together in happier days in Sardinia was smashed and torn on the couch. I went into the bedroom to find a similar scene. The duvet on the floor, sheets ripped and discarded beside it. Drawers hung open and his clothes were gone. On the mirror opposite the bed, in my best red fucking lipstick, the words WHORE and DYKE looked back at me. Actually that was the best thing he could have done. I looked at the words and smiled to myself, finally after all the tears, something I could hate him for. No. not hate, pity more like. Whore, no. Dyke, just maybe. I rubbed out the first word, but decided to leave the other there, just for now. Then I changed my mind. Rubbed out Dyke and lipsticked on a better word, GAY. There, that looked a whole lot better. I smiled at my own reflection and finally admitted what had probably been fucking obvious for years.

Realisation flooded my fried brain as the sensation of, I don't know, calm settled on me. I sat on the ruined bed and looked again at the word on my mirror. Sarah, Zoe, Emma Watson (OK, the last one I haven't actually shagged, but I sure wanted to) and one other name flashed up in my minds eye in red and glowing neon. The one that I had experimented with, the kiss that had stayed with me for 9 years. The girl I was so desperate NOT to get involved with, for all the right reasons. Naomi fucking Campbell. Prisoner of Larkwood Jail, my responsibility, my charge. And as I sat there thinking about her beautiful eyes I realised, she had been my fantasy girl always. Shit, I am in real trouble now, I thought for the second time tonight.

After a few more minutes of introspection, I shook myself mentally and the old analytical Emily took charge once again. Fuck it. Naomi wasn't mine, would never be mine. Even as I sat here in the debris of my former life, she was shagging that girl Ellie senseless on a prison bed. So much for mutual attraction, doomed though it was to endless frustration. I wasn't going to ruin my life over her.

I thought about ringing Katie, but decided not to for two good reasons. One, she was in New York, being paraded around the hot spots by her latest designer boyfriend, and two, I didn't do the twin thing nowadays. We had been shoehorned together for over 20 years, first as kids, then as teenagers, and I had no wish to revisit that submissive younger twin hell. She would only shout at me for being a fucking idiot, giving up a 'perfectly good boyfriend' as she called Danny. Oh, and as he was one of her exes too (I had no idea until I made the mistake of taking him home for one of the Fitches famous 6 seater table dinners) I really didn't want her pity either.

Nope. What I needed was company. I had no more shifts till Sunday afternoon, so I could go out, get pissed and if I got lucky and ended up in a strangers bed, so much the better. It would be a female strangers bed, I knew that now. Suddenly it all became clear in my mind. I suppose I could at least thank fucking Naomi for that particular personal revelation.

I showered quickly and as I was getting dressed, picked up my mobile and dialled a number I hadn't rung for over a year. I suppose that was ridiculously optimistic of me. She probably didn't even remember my name. Oh fuck it, what have I got to lose. The phone rang for a minute, and I was just about to hang up before her voice-mail kicked in when it was answered.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end said uncertainly "Is that.. Emily?"

Someone's still got my contact name on her phone, I thought with some satisfaction.

"Yeah" I said. "Do you fancy going somewhere?" the phone went quiet, and I thought for a moment I had been cut off.

"Where?" she said

"Anywhere" I answered, not knowing what else to say.

"Sure" she said "Pick you up at 8? Still in the same flat Emily?"

I nodded, then realised that was a fucking stupid thing to do on a phone

"Yeah, same flat, same fucking life" My voice must have sounded really desperate because there was another silence before she spoke again.

"Are you OK, honey?"

I flinched a bit at that. I wasn't anyone's honey at the moment.

"Yeah" I lied, unconvincingly "Just a bit down. Need cheering up to be honest"

"I know just what you need" she said, her voice dropping to a low growl. I shivered at her unsubtle come on.

"Maybe that's what I do need" I said, and maybe I did.

"See you at 8, then Emily" she said, seemingly not wanting the call to end.

"OK, 8 it is. Where are we going?" I asked

"To drink ourselves crazy, dance ourselves dizzy and then maybe, if you really mean it this time, maybe fuck ourselves senseless?" She chuckled dirtily and my skin goose-bumped at the dark promise of her words.

"You may just get your wish this time" I said, with more bravado than I felt.

"See you soon, Sophia"

I clicked off the button and threw the phone on my bed. Opening my wardrobe, luckily undamaged from last nights shit storm, I debated what to wear. Something sexy, I think . I really DID need cheering up, and Sophia Moore had been gagging to get into my knickers since that open day at Goldsmiths three years ago. She hadn't managed it then, mainly because I bottled it, but we had sure kissed the hell out of each other on the train ride home. I'd been fending her off ever since, even after Danny and I got engaged.

I finally decided on that blue slash top dress I had never been brave enough to wear before. I had picked it out on a shopping trip to London, fuelled by too much lunchtime vodka and Cranberry juice, and apart from admiring myself in the Oxford Street changing room mirror, it had never been off the hanger. Electric blue silk, with one bare shoulder and a gold buckle holding it tight to my body. A good 6" above my knee, it certainly showed a lot of flesh, and I wondered what the hell I could wear underneath it. A sly smile crept over my face as I looked at it pressed against me in the mirror.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought.

After a long second shower and some expensive body lotion, I slipped on my smallest and tightest blue thong. No bra. My tits have always been perky, even since I hit my 20's so I could certainly carry it off. The dress was tight enough to hold them in a bit, but there was enough movement to leave no doubt that they were naked underneath.

I spun round in front of my full length bedroom mirror and laughed out loud. Eat your heart out Naomi Campbell, I thought, Emily Fitch is out on the town and loving it! A small frown crossed my face as I thought for a fraction of a second of her naked and writhing on a bed with Ellie, but I wasn't going to let her spoil tonight. No ma'am

A couple of squirts of Issy Miyaki, my small gold Rolex on my wrist and a thin gold chain around my neck was all I needed to complete the perfect image (well, perfect for me anyhow) My tan was still good enough to avoid tights, and this weeks visits to the salon had touched up my red hair colouring. Sophia, I thought, you are such a lucky girl tonight.

Eight o clock came round just in time for me to swallow in one go a Dutch courage straight double vodka and quickly clean my teeth again before the street door chimes made me jump like startled rabbit. I checked myself once more in the hall mirror, before picking up my bag and keys and closing the flat door behind me as I walked to the lift along the thick corridor carpet. The lift descended and my tits bounced nicely under the thin material. I smirked at myself in the wall mirror.

As the lift doors opened on the ground floor, I was greeted by Sophia, in a figure hugging black mini dress with spaghetti straps, which matched perfectly her long black hair. Her big blue eyes widened as she looked me up and down, and a very unladylike wolf whistle echoed in the lobby.

"Wow, Emily" she breathed, still eye fucking me like crazy "Is that all for me?" I could feel her eyes drinking me in, and they certainly lingered on my boobs for longer than necessary. I could feel my nipples harden as the combination of cool air and her scrutiny crinkled them up a treat. I wondered for a nanosecond if this was really a good idea, she was practically drooling on the carpet, but what the fuck. Naomi Campbell wasn't the only one who could get laid at will, right?

The first half of the night passed quickly. We went to a small Italian restaurant, which was walking distance from my flat and had a simple but tasty pasta veggie meal. All washed down with some really fruity Chianti. By the time the tiramasu was being served I was well on the way to total inhibition loss . Sophia was being very attentive, pouring my drinks and generally being funny and adoring. We were getting quite a few looks from the waiters and customers alike. Italian waiters generally are completely puzzled by gay girls, especially if they are both young and reasonably attractive. Its an affront to their masculinity, I think. Two girls, hanging across the table, touching fingers and whispering to each other is something they struggle to deal with. I could feel the waves of disapproval coming off them every time they passed the table, but to be honest, it just made us behave more outrageously. By the time the bill came, Sophia was almost in my lap, she was that close, so with reluctance, we paid the maître D and left a deliberately small and insulting tip, before asking them to call us a cab.

The taxi dropped us outside the new bar near the dock, Smoking Joe's, and we queue jumped thanks to Sophia's whispered conversation with the gorilla in a dinner jacket on the door.

Three more large vodka and Cranberry juices later, I was feeling absolutely no pain. We pushed through the heaving crowd of girls, and oh yeah, I forgot to mention it was quite obviously a gay club. The few guys on the floor were dressed even more flamboyantly than us, so I think I would be safe in saying we were definitely not the campest guests here tonight.

Some heavy duty whirling about to the ear bending techno beat only lasted 10 minutes or so. We were definitely overdressed for the moshpit atmosphere, so it was a relief when we were steered to a private booth by another uniformed gorilla, who answered Sophia's non verbal signal as we walked off the floor. A few randoms glared at us as we yet again queue jumped to get a booth, but whatever favours Sophia was offering to get us preferential treatment, I would lay odds it wasn't a complimentary blow job. She was definitely batting for my side tonight, and as far as I knew always had.

Yet another vodka and Cranberry appeared via a flustered waitress in a very attractive tight white tee and sprayed on blue skinny's. I felt my face go red as Sophia grinned at my blatant interest.

"Oi!" she said in a mock offended voice "You're supposed to be looking at MY assets tonight Fitch"

To emphasise what she was saying, she leaned forward with her arms on the table and her very pretty tits pushed up inside her dress, threatening to spill out altogether. Although her skin was pale compared to mine, I was temporarily mesmerised by the smooth flesh on show. I moistened my lips with my tongue unconsciously as I flat out perved on her, waitress well forgotten.

Sophia grinned again, but this time her hand slid under the table and rested on my upper thigh as she leaned closer, the alcohol on her breath strangely not unpleasant to me.

"Lets have one more drink, then I think I should get you home Cinderella" she whispered

"I don't think you will turn into a pumpkin, but just in case, I think you are wearing far too many clothes. I may just have to find out what that fabulous body looks like naked at last"

I didn't need subtlety, and I didn't get it. The ride home in the cab was short but intense. The fat perspiring taxi driver had a fare he would be wanking over for weeks, I reckon. Her hands were all over me outside and inside my new dress, and both our supposedly smear proof lipstick was definitely falling down on the job after some heavy duty girl snogging.

We stumbled inside, me trying to keep my balance as she groped and kissed me all the way up in the lift and down the carpeted corridor to my flat.

As soon as the door closed behind us she popped the clasp on my dress, and it fell to my feet in a puddle of blue silk. Her eyes widened as she looked up and down my body. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to talk, and I put my finger out, sealing her lips before she could say anything

"Just take me to bed, OK?" I breathed

She nodded dumbly and reached out a hand, taking mine before leading me into my own bedroom. She spun me around until my knees collided with the edge of the mattress and we both fell backwards, her on top. Her kisses were driving me wild. Light feathery ones on my neck and shoulders. Hotter wetter ones on my face and lips. I could feel the heat between my legs start to overpower me as she moved down my body. I looked up at the ceiling as she stripped my tiny thong off and slipped my thighs over her still dressed shoulders. Her hands held my thighs apart and I could feel her hot breath on me between my legs.

"Please" I said simply "Oh God, please do it"

Even in the half light of the bedroom I could see a faintly predatory smile on her face as she looked up at me, a second before her lips closed over my sex and her tongue began to work its long wet magic.

Her hand moved upwards, cupping my tits and massaging them with practised ease. All the time her mouth worked on me and I writhed and bucked under her helplessly. It didn't take long. It never seemed to when a girl was loving me like this. All too soon, I felt myself thrusting up harder at her mouth, holding her long hair in my hands and forcing her deeper into me. One of her hands left my breast and slid between my thighs. A long slim finger slid wetly into me, curled backwards, and I was done... I cried out then, once, twice, three times, moaning my release to a ceiling which had rarely felt that much volume.

I think the neighbours must have believed I had found religion, judging by the number of times I called on God that night.

Soon enough, I pushed her head away, the sensations too much and my sensitive clit just too tender to stand any more friction. She looked up at me as I panted and shuddered through the aftershocks.

"I've always wanted to do that to you, you know that, don't you" she said in a voice throbbing with lust

"I know" I said .

"I want to, as well..." I managed to croak, before pulling her up and over me, so that she laid by my side. My hands began to strip the black dress from her. I looked into her face and her expression was strange, almost triumphant. I felt a little twinge of doubt then, but then she was insistent, pushing my head lower, between her long pale open thighs.

What's a girl gonna do, I thought, as my mouth closed over the heat between her legs. Its not as if I dislike doing this, after all. Quite the contrary.

I started to work on her...She didn't take long either. Soon more holy enquiries echoed in the room.

Later, as we lay there, me sated and drowsy, she quickly asleep, the doubts came back. I had loved the sex, I always did with a girl. But something was missing. For fucks sake Emily, I scolded myself. A beautiful, willing girl has just gone down on you and made you come so hard you almost passed out. What's not to like?

Simple, a traitorous little voice whispered in my ear. Her names not Naomi, is it?

I rolled over, away from my gently snoring bedmate. Suddenly I didn't feel quite so satisfied...

That's another one done for my favourite reviewers and anyone else following the story. There will be more later in the week. Maybe a chapter with Naomi's night of passion, then back to something approximating a plot huh?

If I didn't know you enjoy a bit of smut as much as me, I may just go away and write a dictionary! Ha ha

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