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She turned to leave The Study and return downstairs, ready to come clean and reveal the secret room to her parents.
Well, not completely!
It was going to be tricky. When they'd seen the bookshelf at summer's end, that had been easy. They already knew about Abby. She'd given them the tour, the cloak still hidden, but all of her other things on display. Her mother was concerned that Emily had built something without asking, but looking at the craftsmanship, Emily could tell she was pleased.
Complicit was still here, she sniffed again. Faint, but if she opened the cabinet, no doubt it would come on stronger. She had stored the samples she'd collected, taking the tin with her to school, the other tucked in the drawer with the other bottles, waiting until she could publish. Her thoughts turned to work she'd been doing at school, how maddeningly slow everything was. Everything still takes so much time!!!
But now it was time to lift the burden of keeping the room hidden. It was going to be awkward, but she was ready to handle her parents' reactions.
But it was also time to come clean with them about Complicit, even if she kept what she'd done with Cos a secret. She couldn't do that to him! Still, she knew what her fate was and she couldn't deny it. This was the next step down that road, one that Caroline had already agreed to. Her thoughts turned back to that week of the BLN, when her life had been turned upside down in so many ways. The shame she'd felt, just moments before, dissipated and with it, the tendril fell back into her core.
That Tuesday. She couldn't believe what she'd done, what she'd let Cos do, what she thought was so important that she'd given up to him completely. She shivered again, stopping next to the chair and sitting down, not quite ready, the events of that week still so much a part of her life, nearly a year later. She smiled at what he'd given her, at her conquests at school, her cunt squeezing unconsciously at the memory of the boys who'd lined up to date her, only to find themselves on their knees, naked and begging. So many boys. She felt herself moisten at how hard they had gotten, how hard they tried to please her, how important it was for them to prove to her they had what it took. She throbbed again, Naomi's arousal lifting. She could find out who she was with, but it wasn't worth the effort. She shifted, knowing it wouldn't make a difference, hoping Naomi would find some relief soon, knowing she was just as likely doing it to annoy Emily as anything else.
She thought again about the BLN and that night with Caroline, her pussy moistening as it always did when she thought about Caroline. But her thoughts shifted to the days after: how she had risked her Ironman competition, how Cos had punished her, pushing her past her limits, trying to break her. She felt her eyes filling, the sadness and regret of how it had ended with him.
She sniffled back her tears, not wanting to have to explain anything more than Complicit to her parents, her thoughts shifting again to Caroline and today and the day they were planning to spend together. And as usual, as soon as she did, their hearts connected and the darkness from that last week in June melted away.
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Emily woke up at 5 with a start, almost jumping out of bed when she realized she had practice in 30 minutes. Her head was foggy. The touch of Caroline lying next to her, her body warm and inviting, flooded her memories with the sex they'd had. She moved carefully, finding her phone to text Coach. There was no way she could go to practice. She might have been able to push through the hangover, but she hadn't had more than three hours' sleep: it was the first time she'd had anyone in her bed. She smiled grimly at what they'd done, at how she hadn't stopped wrapping herself around her friend, the touch of her naked skin lighting her up every time they moved. She lay back, hoping she could get some sleep, hoping she wouldn't give in to rolling over onto Caroline and kissing her awake.
The sound of construction vibrating through the house must have woken her again, the sunlight streaming across her face. She moaned as her head throbbed, her arm bumping into Caroline's shoulder when she turned.
"Hey," Caroline mumbled, shifting in the bed. "What time is it?"
Em found her phone with her eyes closed, squinting at the bright light. "8...I think?"
Caroline made a noise and moved, rubbing her head. "Fuck my head hurts."
Emily turned back, pushing herself against Caroline's back, wrapping her arms around her, her hands pressing on her breasts. She murmured in her ear, planting light kisses on the back of her neck, feeling the fine hairs with her lips, rubbing her nose up to the base of her hairline.
"Fuck, Em," Caroline breathed out, her hands coming to rest on Emily's. "What the fuck did we do last night?"
They lay there, memories swirling, their bodies intertwined in so many different ways, each smelling the other, the other's taste on her tongue. Emily could feel how tender her lips...
your cunt...it's your cunt now
...was, the sensation of the butt plug pushing into her consciousness. And then the memory of Caroline playing with it, watching Emily's face as she pulled it out and slid it back in, curious even as she brought her to the brink.
Oh fuck oh fuckohfuck.
The memory of how many times she'd cum, and how Cos would punish her for it. The anxiety, almost microscopic throughout the night, began to swirl. She couldn't let it. "I know, C. It was fucking amazing." She said it softly, her fingers toying with Caroline's nipples, feeling them enlarge slightly.
"I gotta go, Em. Didn't you have practice?" Caroline pulled Em's hands away and turned to face her, stroking her hair, staring into her eyes.
Em pulled the corner of her mouth, nodding slightly. "I texted Coach. I couldn't. Fuck. I drank too much and slept too little." She smiled and kissed her lightly. "It was amazing, C. I want to do it again. And again." She kissed her each time, pulling back to see if Caroline felt the same way, her heart leaping when she saw Caroline's reaction.
"Yeah." And a quick flash of something darker across her face. "But I gotta get going. I gotta get cleaned up and then to work."
Emily rolled over and off the bed, extending her hand. "C'mon. Let's take a quick shower together and you can get dressed in one of your new outfits." She laughed, pulling Caroline off the bed, dragging her upstairs.
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"Hey," Emily whispered as they came back down, clean and naked. "Let's see what's up with Naomi and Jamie." She didn't wait, walking lightly down the hall to the guest bedroom door, pushing it open quietly. She turned back and smiled at Caroline, urging her to come and look.
The two stared into the room, Naomi and Jamie tangled up, awake and unaware of being watched. Caroline tapped Em's shoulder and pulled her back, letting the two be alone.
"I can't fucking believe what's happening to us," Caroline quietly commented back in Emily's room. She was buttoning up a dress that looked fantastic on her, a bright floral print against a white background that showed off her own color.
Em had pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, trying to decide how much she wanted to eat before going to the gym. The shower had helped a lot, but she wasn't sure she could eat anything at all, and the idea of working out seemed awful. She'd take it slow, getting her guests out, getting some coffee in, before she made any rash decisions.
Downstairs she kissed Caroline goodbye and turned to the coffee maker, the sounds of the crew downstairs, working to a soundtrack, lightening her head a little. Nursing her coffee, staring at her phone, she barely looked up when Cos emerged from the basement.
"You look like shit. Everything okay?" He was smiling.
She nodded, avoiding his eyes.
He'll know. He probably already does.
But she was too foggy to deal with it. She saw him glancing down the stairs, the noise loud enough he'd have to shout for anyone to hear him.
"You have fun last night?" He came up next to her, lightly touching her chin, making her look up at him.
