A/N
Wowie...some of you really didn't like the end of the last chapter, huh? I did cringe a bit, writing it, but trust me, all is not what it seems. I don't mean there won't be tragedy, tears and angst a plenty, maybe even a betrayal or two... but love conquers all, right? Or maybe not, hehe...Smut conquers all, I hear you say
I don't own Skins.. it's a bitch, isn't it?
Katie
I fucking hate funerals. I mean, what's to like? I have to wear black, every fuckers crying their heads off, mascara rivers everywhere you look and its always cold. Not that I look bad in black. I look good in most things, but I do like a bit of tasteful contrast, and that's not really an option today. Of course, it's pissing raining. The church is actually freezing cold and now I've been told I have to stand outside by a soggy grave, while a middle aged vicar with epic dandruff drones on about the recently departed. Cosmic.
I mean, I hardly knew the girl. Yeah, she was young, had her whole life in front of her blah blah blah, but bad shit happens, right? Emily is in bits of course. She's standing next to me, well, basically hanging onto me, just about managing to stay upright. Her face is pale and blotchy and her eyes are swollen and red rimmed from 24 hour crying. I feel sorry for Ems of course. She's broken about losing what's-her-name forever. And I get that. Life isn't fair, is it? But this weather is fucking ruining my Manolo's
Finally we are at the graveside. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. The winds fair whipping up my skirt and for once in my life I wish I had worn something longer. My teeth are chattering like clockwork false choppers and the vicar sounds like he's only just getting into his stride. Earth to earth, dust to dust and all that. The deceased doesn't care of course, wrapped up in her nice snug coffin. Its over the grave now, some green cloth stuff laying across the hole in the ground. Why people get buried I have no idea. OK, you don't know much about it when it's your turn. But spending eternity in a hole in the ground with all the creepy crawlies and worms isn't my idea of fun. Naah, a quick service, lots of vodka and the family sized microwave on full power for me. But I suppose you have to respect the families wishes and all that.
To be honest, I'm more worried about my sister than the dear departed. Ever since it happened she has been basically an emotional wreck. The prison have given her a month off, compassionate leave, and she's been seeing a counsellor, but nothing seems to work. When she's not crying, she's about to. And she's made some serious dents in my plastic, mostly at the 24 hour wine shop. I think the dustmen have all got hernias from the bulging bags of empty Shiraz bottles we leave outside nightly.
I can't blame her of course. I would be a bit prone to continuous drinking if what had happened to her had happened to me. Bad enough that daft cow Naomi letting some tiny homicidally jealous Filipino heave her off a balcony in Her Majesties Happy Holiday Camp Larkwood. Nearly killed her too. She's up in the High Dependency Unit at the BRI, wired up to more machines than the Terminator. Broken arm in 4 places, fractured ribs, pelvic bruising, big old cut on her head too. Just as well her arm landed first. The doctors have said if it had been her head that landed on the concrete floor, it would have been goodnight sweetheart. Full stop. But add to that this fuckery, with Emily's best friend Zoe from Uni getting killed by a fucking milk lorry on her way to get some fags from the corner shop last week, and my twin is very close to the edge right now. As soon as this frankly depressing and over long ceremony is over, I have to drive Ems up to the hospital to continue her bedside vigil. Between her and Gina, I don't think there's been a minute Naomi has been on her own in that side ward. She's a trooper, my Emsy.
Fuck, I hate funerals. It's raining harder and my hair is starting to curl.
Finally, just when I'm about to jump into the grave myself to get out of the biting wind, the coffin goes down on ropes, to a volley of sobs and cries. Inch by inch, down it goes. As it does my sister squeezes my hand tighter and tighter. If the hypothermia doesn't get me, lack of circulation will. I utter a personal prayer 'Please Lord, get me out of here and into a full length mink dressing gown' He doesn't answer.
And then at last it's actually over. The vicar signs off with a flourish and leaves in a white cloud of dead skin. The immediate family stay by the grave for one last sob and I pull my sister away with me, behind the other mourners, back to the car park. Once we're in the Golf, I give Emily my best linen hankie and she blows her nose noisily into it, then holds it out to me.
"Fucks sake Ems" I say shorty "I don't want the thing back now, do I?"
"Sorry" she says, in a small voice, and I feel a shit all over again
"It's OK" I say, smiling at her pale fragile face "Are you sure you don't want me to take you home first? Its fucking freezing, and you could have a nice hot bath before going back up the Royal"
She shakes her head, stubborn cow, and I huff out a long breath, turning the car through the city traffic, up towards the hospital.
Once I've paid the frankly ruinous parking fee, and we've negotiated the warren of corridors and stairs to the HDU I stop in front of the white double doors.
"Well" I say "This is me then hun"
She barely looks at me, ungrateful cow. "OK Katie" she says, voice weak and cracking "Thanks for being there for me"
"What else would I do when my twin sister needs help?" I say graciously
"Err, fuck off rapidly in the direction of the nearest available erection?" she says, and for a moment I'm mad. But just hearing her attempt a put down is actually OK. The funeral is over, the love of her life (God help her) is at least on the way to recovery. I can stand a bit of rebellion, can't I?
"Yeah, whatever" I say, fixing her with the old KFF glare and she even chuckles a bit. I breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe now life can resume some sort of normality. By which I mean I can think about taking Effy up on that 'party' invitation tonight. I've just got time to get home, have a long hot bath to restore some sort of circulation to my toes and dress up for a night of booze, drugs and hopefully mindless sex. The last bit I'm not too sure about to be honest. I still don't trust Ms Stonem to respect my firm conviction of heterosexuality. I'm no muff muncher. That's my sister. I can't understand why Effy keeps on teasing me about it. I won't change my mind. Two drunken episodes in my teens with other girls were experiments, right. I was fed up with Emily telling me how fucking good girls are with their tongues, so I tried it. Twice, It was nice, and I had some fun, but it's not going to change a lifetime of cock addiction, is it?
Oh well. I kissed my sister on her wet cheek, and made a break for the exits.
The soft thud of the ward doors tells me she is gone to the land of Naoms. Bitch.
Two hours later and I'm knocking on Effy's apartment door. She had buzzed me in from upstairs and I check myself one last time in the hall mirror before the door opens and Effy stands, fag in hand looking me up and down slowly.
"Jesus, Eff" I say, frowning "Any chance you can be a bit less subtle about the checking out?"
She smiles that infuriating Effy smile and continues to look me up and down blatantly. OK, I made a bit of an effort, I confess. It may only be one of Johnny Whites clubs, but I've got a reputation to uphold, no?
I have a plain white silk cloth button Donna Karen top on, three of them undone so generous portions of my frankly impressive tits are on show. £100 quid I paid for the VS cream lace bra and knicker set I'm wearing underneath. What's the point if no one sees them? I've got a tight black Jitrois leather skirt on, five inches above my knee, and a wide black, gold buckled belt to match. My black Blahnik buckle shoes were a gift from an ex, I can't remember which, but I think his plastic will remember alright. My legs are bare, but I spent enough time in the tanning shop this week to keep them respectably brown.
"Nice tits Katie" Effy drawls, zeroing in on my cleavage and practically drooling.
"You can look, but you definitely can't touch" I say, trying to counter her frankly unsettling flirting with some deadpan impassiveness of my own.
"Sure about that Katiekins?" she teases "Haven't you heard about the power of the pussy?"
I scowl at her in what I hope is a definite negative signal.
"Not my style lezzer, but I'm sure Emily has read it" I say, which for some reason makes her howl with laughter. Oh well, I think, at least she's stopped perving long enough for me to squeeze by her into the flat.
Half an hour later, after three vodka and tonics and a small white happy pill which I politely refused to take off her tongue with my own, preferring to lift it off with slightly nervous fingers and swallow, we are good to go. Effy looks amazing, of course. Yellow lace top, tight black skinnies and studded Schuh Mavericks made her look every inch the rock chick she was trying to emulate. Fuck, Bristol, and Johnny White wouldn't know what had hit them!
I got downstairs with just a playful squeeze of my bum from Effy as a penalty, so I think I got off quite lightly. Slapping her hand away was getting to be a habit though..Kinky bitch.
The club
No queuing in line. That's the benefit of knowing Miss 'see and know everything' Stonem. Straight to the front of the queue, wink to the bouncer and in we go. It's one of White's clubs, so its a bit skanky, with lots of pink leather, mirrors and by the sounds of it, a DJ who gets off to Tinie Tempah and Labrinth full time, but fuck it, I've been in worse. The music's loud but the extra strong MDMA has blunted my sarcastic side, so I'm cool with the eardrum splitting bass. Loads of wannabe's and nevergonnabe's are jigging about manically, desperately trying to catch someone's eye. Thank God, not mine so far. I'm slightly miffed mind you. I dressed up for fucks sake...
Effy grabs my arm and pulls me to the VIP area on the upper floor. Away from the smell of sweat and knock off Chanel. I find myself sitting in a big booth with the most motley crew of people since the last series of 'I'm a Celebrity...' In the middle of a group of girls and indentikit meat-head goons sits the man himself, Johnny White. Looking like he just escaped from the set of Pirates of the Caribbean. Only short of the patch over one eye. His wispy beard would be laughable on anyone else, but one cursory glance with his watery eyes over my body is enough to still my internal giggle meter. He's a very dangerous man, with millions in drug money, about 6 clubs and dozens of desperate tenants depending on his slum flats for a roof over their head. Not someone even Katie Fucking Fitch is going to risk pissing off. People have been known to disappear you know, not to mention end up in HMP Larkwood on the wrong end of a 10 stretch... To his right, one along from a bimbo with plastic tits and too much slap is the one and only Cook. At least he looks vaguely like the photo Effy showed me before we left. Only this guy is fatter in the face, with a complexion which owes more to single malt whisky than Beckham moisturiser. I never knew him when we were students, so I have nothing to compare him with, but this guy looks way older than 25, and well on the way to his first substance assisted heart attack. I throw Effy a quizzical glance, but she looks away.
"Effy baby!" the family sized Cook bellows when he spots us, his elbow nearly sending a silicone tit into the stratosphere from the tart sitting next to him "Come and sit here, next to the Cookie Monster, and bring your mate too. Mint tits by the way" he leers in the direction of my cleavage, making projectile vomiting my new must do hobby. His eyes crawl over me like sweaty hands and I make a mental note to spend an extra ten minutes in the shower before I go to bed. Creepy fat fucker I think, smiling winningly at him as he makes room by spinning the wannabe Britney next to him around by the arm and sending her to the bar to get him some cigarettes. She flashes me a totally unwarranted venomous look and I glare back at her. Jesus, I'd rather fuck Johnny White, I think. But then the man himself leans over the bimbo on his left and says in a voice so low I have to lean closer myself to hear
"One of our Effy's friends, yeah?" I blink at him stupidly and nod
"Which team you play for kid?" he says, eyes buried between my tits, and I blink again, What the fuck? Do I look like I play midfield for Arsenal Ladies? He clocks my puzzled look and stage whispers
"Cock cruncher or Muff muncher" and laughs. A laugh which has absolutely no humour in it at all. I swallow thickly and search for the right answer. Its like having a conversation with a Death Eater.
I start to utter the immortal Katie Fitch mantra 'me cock lover, not muff muncher' and then think fast for once in my life. Jesus Christ on a bike, I don't want to end the night sitting on this murderous cunts no doubt pencil thin dick, do I? Think Katie...
"Err, me and Effy are really close" I say meaningfully, but not quietly enough for my new 'friend' Effy not to hear. She sends me a look which says I will have to pay for that promise later and I realise I have just signed up for a night rotating on Effy's talented tongue. Fucks sake, I think, frying pan, fire, anyone?. I smile weakly back at her as White then blanks me completely, turning to paw the brunette next to him with thin, bony hands. My skin crawls as she giggles inanely, even when he pulls down her top to show one of his goons her improbably proportioned left tit.
"Cost me a fucking fortune, these" he grins nastily as the goon has a crafty feel himself "But when I have my head between them, I never hear the alarm clock" They laugh unpleasantly together and the girl takes the opportunity to stuff her silicone mammary back in its place.
Its a fucking zoo in here... I think bitterly. Just then Cook leans over and tries an obviously well worn line on me.
"I have the cure" he says, rubbing his crotch suggestively. "To being a lesbian, I mean" he added . Obviously I needed help with that one.
I roll my eyes theatrically and look to Effy for help.
"Cook, you orang utan, she's a paid up member of the Effy Stonem pussy patrol, back the fuck off"
It wasn't quite the description I was searching for, but tonight any port in a storm huh? Effy raised another quizzical eyebrow at me and I knew I was fucked, or would be later. Matter of time. Bollocks. Time to dig out the brogues and dungarees.
Cook leered at me one more before changing horses mid race, as it were.
"Eff, baby, you play both teams, don't you darling?" he chuckled, gripping Effy's knee in his meaty paw. "Cookie needs to feel the love tonight" he looked at her hopefully, like a kid pleading with his mum for a third chocolate digestive.
"Cook" Effy laughed humourlessly "You feel the fucking lurve every night. How the hell you even remember which slapper is sitting on your cock, I'll never understand. So I'll pass thanks...and so will Katie. We have err...complicated plans involving a 12" purple dildo and banana yoghurt"
I swear that girl's mind is as twisted as a politicians expenses return.
Cook bellowed with laughter, banging on the table before reaching over to to swig from a full pint glass. From the smell coming off him, it wasn't likely to be orange juice in it. Yellow tinged neat vodka at best. Fucking hell, I though, Bristols answer to Shane McGowan.
"Fucking top girl Stonem!" he roared. "Take lots of pictures, even better, movies, yeah?"
Effy smiled and winked wickedly at me when he turned away to greet his date for tonight. Well, I say date. Judging by the way he was practically fucking her in public, they'd be lucky to reach the toilets before she was receiving incoming.
The rest of the night was a bit of an alcoholic, MDMA and whizz enhanced blur to be honest. We had achieved our objective of introducing me to the White/Cook inner circle, and despite Cooks pathetic attempts to grope my tits every time I passed him, I managed to end the evening with my honour intact. Well. Not exactly intact. I haven't had much honour since I was 14 and sucked off the maths supply teacher in the book cupboard after school. Well, he did give me an A for Calculus... Oh and a taste in my mouth it took 2 cans of Sprite to get rid of. Mind you, it didn't seem to put me off.. Cocks R Us, that me. I've had plenty. Big ones small ones, black ones white ones, straight ones, curved ones, well you get the picture. Nowadays I tend to assume the 'master position' on top with all the control, but I'm still really that girl 'Martini Katie'. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I'm still searching for the perfect shag, you see. About another 200 anonymous erections and I reckon I'll be there...
Which is why I am still puzzled about how I got into this situation with fucking Effy Stonem. Because she may be many things , but a master cocksman isn't one of them. The fact that half a bottle of vodka and two tabs of highly powered MDMA were coursing through my system as we made our drunken, giggling way home in the back of a minicab is my only excuse. She didn't touch me in the cab. She didn't have to. MDMA always goes straight to my groin every time. I should have known better. If I'd stuck to the alcohol, I would still have been the worse for wear, but I would probably have thrown up in her lap rather than shagging her. Oh fuck, confession out. Did I just say that out loud?
Fuck it. Too late now. Yes I shagged Effy Stonem. Not in the cab, although I'm sure the driver was hoping. Not in the hallway of her block, although if she had tried, I would have let her. Not even against the wall of her lounge, all ripped tops and ruined underwear. No, it wasn't like that at all...She wasn't like that at all. We had another small drink, just a nightcap. We talked, and although the conversation got more suggestive as the drugs twisted my mind ever further into darker fantasies, she didn't make a move. Don't get me wrong, she could have had me any time she wanted, and I don't think she was deliberately teasing me. Well. Any more than she normally does about muff munching. But she seemed content to just enjoy the moment. We were on the big leather couch, both sitting with knees up under bums, cradling the almost empty glasses of some really moreish Polish toffee vodka, just talking like two civilized human beings. Except that I kept thinking about what Emily had told me about Effy's tongue... and looking at her unfettered tits like a starving man with a bacon sandwich dangling in front of him. What was wrong with me, I kept thinking.
So when she abruptly got up, put her glass down and stretched, revealing a nice expanse of smooth flesh and belly button piercing, I was as nervous as the night Jimmy Poole finally managed to get into my knickers and I stopped being a technical virgin. Sadly my mouth, both hands and I think my left ear had been ex virgo intacto for nearly a year longer...But thats another story. My mouth suddenly got dry and I blinked up at her as she stood in front of me and held out her hand. I gripped her cool fingers and allowed myself to be pulled upright.
"Katie, it's OK, you know" she said in a quiet and calm voice "We can just go to bed and sleep"
I nodded stupidly and let her lead me into the bedroom. If my sister had been there (and thank God she wasn't. I mean the great Katie Fitch, Cock Mistress General, being led towards certain lesbian defloration by a 20 something girl with bad dress sense and morals even more left field than mine) It was so weird it almost seemed normal.
As we entered the room I allowed myself a small gasp at the big four poster in the centre of the room. It had expensive cream linen drapes around it, and I wondered for the second time tonight what she actually did for as living, to be able to afford this level of luxury. Did I say that she could read minds? Of course she knew exactly what I was thinking. This was a skill I was going to end up hating her for, I just knew it.
"My Mum and Dad paid for this" she said simply "Whilst they are off shagging other people, this is their darling daughter's version of hush money" She waved her hands around the room. "All paid for by my doting parents"
Her eyes reflected a momentary sadness, before returning instantly to inscrutability. It was worse than trying to look into the soul of a Chinese Emperor, not a flicker to give me any clues. I swallowed, more noisily than I intended, and she smiled at me with genuine warmth.
"Let's just go to bed, huh babe?"
I nodded again, not trusting my voice to come out as any more than an embarrassing croak. She let go of my hand and walked over to the huge oak dresser opposite the bed. She pulled out two new looking white tee's and threw one at me. I caught it awkwardly and stood with it in my hand looking at her. She held my eyes before stripping the flimsy yellow lace top over her head in one move. I looked shamelessly at her tits. Fuck, I thought, since when have I ever perved over another girls tits? Since now, you idiot, my inner devil said treacherously, since now.
She carried on looking at me whilst she did something I have never been able to achieve, she got out of a pair of skinnies without falling over. Frankly I was fucking impressed. Her thong followed and I swear people in the street must have heard my heart pounding. I could actually feel it hitting my ribs. Effy Stonem, naked, bed... the same four words kept repeating in my mind over and over. I think if she hadn't spoken I might have still been standing there like a Muppet three days later.
"Katie?" she smiled "see something you like?" Jesus, understatement of the fucking decade. I had one of those epiphany moments, like St Paul on the way to Daventry or something... Suddenly I had a flash of desire that thrilled through me like pure electricity. I actually wanted her. A girl, for fucks sake. What was happening to me?
"Gonna brush my teeth" she said, the words shaking me out of my paralysis. She pulled the tee over her head and walked past me to the en suite, flashing me a small knowing grin as she did. Bitch. I was so busted it wasn't even worth blustering. Taking the opportunity to change myself, while she was out of the room, I pulled off my top, skirt and shoes and paused for a moment in my new underwear. To strip or not to strip, that was the question.
"Fuck off Katie" I said out loud to myself "Who are you kidding? That bra and knickers isn't going to stay on long anyway, is it. Get over yourself"
I hear a gentle cough behind me and realised I was even more busted now. I blushed as I turned to face her
"Nice underwear Katie darling" she breathed "But a bit superfluous, huh, given the situation?"
Bollocks, I thought. I have been naked with dozens of guys, why is it so hard to be as easy with it now? I reached behind me and undid the clasp to my bra, letting it fall to the carpet in front of me. I saw her eyes widen as she raked them over my tits. Always my best feature, I though smugly. Always a show stopper, Katie Fitches boobs. I slid my knickers to the floor and turned my knee, posing for her shamelessly. Suddenly the MDMA was kicking in again and I felt a rush of heat to my lower stomach. Might as well enjoy it, it's inevitable, I thought recklessly
"See anything YOU like?" I said, flirting like crazy.
"Oh yeah" she breathed "Fun, fun fun..."
I looked at the tee in my hand, and as usual, her mind reading skills were in full flow. She walked slowly towards me, then pulled it from my fingers.
"Not necessary" she said "Not tonight" in a voice low with lust
"You too" I said in a tone just as distorted with need. She lifted the top over her head and we walked hand in hand to the big welcoming bed.
Once we were laying on our backs, side by side, some of my uncertainties resurfaced. This was after all, my first proper shag with a girl. I can't really count the frantic finger hiding moments I had shared with a couple of girls at Uni. Copious alcohol, opportunity and the non availability of a stiff cock were my excuses for those lapses. This was different. Yes I was pissed, yes the E's had reduced my inhibitions to gibbering weaklings, cowering at my feet, but this was still a full on, no holds barred shag with another woman. No excuses Fitch, I thought, not this time. "Its just the drugs, right?" won't wash.
I watched her as she rolled over to face me. She brushed a stray lock of hair from my eye and licked her lips. Fuck that was a sexy gesture. The fire in my belly started to glow brighter.
"Kiss me honey" she said
So I did
It was strange at first. The softness of her lips, the way she moaned deliciously when I automatically slid out my tongue to part them. As if I had never kissed anyone before.
The kiss deepened and I felt myself reaching for her and running my hands up and down her smooth back. Jesus, this was fun...She moaned again as I played with her tongue with my own and we rolled our bodies against each other. I could feel her hard nipples pushing into the soft skin of my tits and it felt like heaven. I reached down and cupped her bum in my hands, pushing her against me until I moaned too at the incredible sensations her naked skin was producing inside me. This was so fucking easy... Why hadn't I...before..?
When she broke the kiss, I gasped for air a bit, but moaned, this time in disappointment at the lack of contact. She gripped my wrists in her hands as I reached for her, desperate to revisit that explosion of sensations I had just lost.
"Wait, babes" she said, kissing me on the tip of my nose "We have all night, and you're not going to last very long the first time"
I pouted dramatically and she laughed a low throaty laugh at my expression.
"Wow Katiekins" she grinned at me "Full time converted muff muncher, much?"
I slapped her arm for the insult before joining her in a helpless giggle
"First my treat, then we get to explore" she said knowingly. She pushed me over onto my back and leaned over, whispering in my ear, which sent a rush of pure need through my superheated libido. I think I actually shivered. "Look up babes" she said
I looked up at the ceiling. Well, what would have been the ceiling, if there hadn't been something in the way, something very significant in the way. A mirror, the full length of the bed, now suddenly illuminated with soft pink lights from the side. I gasped as I took in the reflection. Me and Effy, naked in the warm pink glow. It was a spectacular sight. We looked good, even if I do say myself.
Effy took my left hand and placed it on my own breast. I looked sideways at her in puzzlement. "Just go with this Katie" she said "It's my guilty pleasure...please?"
How could I refuse her?
She slid my other hand down until it rested between my thighs. I frowned, now knowing where this was going. Lets face it, a lot of the guys I had been with liked to see me get myself off. Its a guy thing right. But Effy?
She whispered again, this time running her tongue around my ear, which made me whimper.
"I want to see your face when you come" she said, which made the dampness between my legs increase a hundredfold. "Humour me? I will make it worth your while"
How could I say no to that. It's not like I am exactly inexperienced at self pleasuring. There isn't always a hard on to use as my personal dildo. I opened my thighs and slid a finger inside my folds. My groan at that sensation was echoed by the one beside me and I turned to see Effy's hand was making regular circles between her own legs. Her eyes were fixed on my reflection, so I turned back to watch the show. It didn't take long. Before a minute had passed, my inhibitions had fled empty handed and I was laid back, legs spread so wide my thigh was across hers, my mouth was open and I gasped as my flying fingers built the sensations rapidly to a conclusion. I dimly heard Effy cry out before my own orgasm crashed over me. The wet sounds of our fingers working, the smell of excited women and the contact of our legs was all too much. Let alone the image of us both masturbating together. Fuck YouPorn. this was light years in advance of that lame boy wanking site.
I wish I could remember the rest of the night in more detail, but it was a blur of tangled limbs, breathless cries and minutes spent holding, sucking, licking and penetrating each other. Yeah, thats right, Katie Fucking Fitch, tongue deep inside a girl. And I fucking loved every second of it. Not to mention the frankly amazing things she could do with that prehensile tongue. I swear she could hang from branches with it. At one stage, she had it so deep inside me I wondered if she was going to make me pregnant. And the contortions she could command it to do were beyond belief. I mean, I know my sister is in love with that sap Naomi, but she had passed on possibly the most lethal sexual weapon in the history of the human race. I'm pretty sure you need a Firearms licence to carry that in public...
Effy finished me off after a couple of hours. I was dozing after yet another mind blowing orgasm when she came back to bed after excusing herself to go to the loo. What she brought back from the en suite definitely wasn't on many peoples bathroom utensil list. She made me close my eyes and lay on my back. I felt her smooth fingers open my thighs, and prepared for another oral assault. Which is what I got for about ten seconds. Enough time to make me wetter than a swimmers goggles... I could feel her hovering over me as she moved up my body, but she wasn't touching me, so I groaned a protest. Her finger, which had so recently penetrated me touched my lips. I caught the scent of my own excitement on it. Something which would have made me reach for the sick bucket just a short time ago. But now, I actually put out my tongue and licked her finger. Things change, huh?
Anyway, as she pressed the finger to my lips, silencing my protest, I felt something press at my sex, parting the wet folds before pausing. I opened my eyes as her finger left me. She was kneeling between my legs, eyes on my face. Between my legs I could see something large, bulbous and definitely purple, half inside me. The other end was strapped to Effy by an ingenious pair of soft ties. Jesus, I thought. A fucking strap on... all I needed was brogues and dungarees and I would be a fully paid up member of the rainbow club.
Her eyes held mine and asked the question without words. I slid my hands down and pulled at her hips
"Are you gonna fuck me with that, or just kneel there like that all night?" I raised my eyebrow in a a classic KFF expression.
"Just thought you might be missing a cock Katiekins" she grinned "Here's one I made earlier"
"Fuck off Eff" I smiled back " But if you're offering, I'm accepting".
With that, she drove that fucking thing into me hard and I arched my back helplessly. Jesus, this girl was definitely going to shag me to death tonight. That was my last conscious thought before sensation took over.
A/N
Next chapter is a Naomily one. Just thought you might like some variety to your smorgasbord of naked delights... ha ha
Comments, suggestions and reviews accepted as readily as Katie accepted her purple intruder... Just saying!