Well this is Sweet Emotion, the sequel to Mixed Emotion, I don't know how long the writer of this story will carry on writing but here is the next update
Also I'd best include a warning for some strong sexual content...yep I'm at it again...or rather Chim are
Ta
Kimberley. The long and the short of it.
Let's face it, none of us are ever exactly one hundred percent truthful. All of us have at least one secret, big or small, that we hide even from those closest to us. On face value I don't have many nearest and dearest so what should I have to keep quiet about.
Plenty.
I was sixteen when it happened. My first boyfriend and I go and get myself pregnant straightaway. One Christmas-time fumble, one ripped condom, two sets of shocked parents and nine months later I was gifted with my daughter Ozzie. Yeah I know weird name but what can I say, rebellious teen Kimba was well into Black Sabbath at the time.
Anyway when I first told them I was up the duff my parents were deeply ashamed and insisted on me having an abortion, all very private and hush-hush of course. Being my usual stubborn self I refused, whatever my parents wanted I'd always do the opposite. On the flip side of the coin they mightn't have liked me much but, on this occasion, I had the backing of my eighteen year old boyfriend Steve's parents a pair of Irish Catholics who were vehemently opposed to what they viewed as my parents 'killing' their grandchild.
Eventually my parents caved in although they were still terrified that my father's business associates and the local gutter press would discover what had happened. Consequently I was sent away to have the baby and they told everyone that I'd taken an early gap year to travel abroad, what with me being so clever an all. Most people didn't buy it though and there were rumours, rumours I traded on later in life, that I'd gone into rehab for alcohol addiction. In my early teens I'd already fallen in with 'the wrong crowd', boozing and committing minor crimes simply for thrills so it didn't take much, years later, for me to drop hints that a stint in rehab had indeed been the case. I found this nicely added to my 'bad girl' image in the cage, something that being a mum definitely wouldn't do.
My beloved Ozzie moved down here with her dad ages ago although for the first few years of her life she lived in Bradford, brought up by his parents Ida and Sean. I'm painfully aware of how much of her childhood I missed and Steve never passes up a chance to remind me of it. Now I see her as much as is possible with her school hours and my career, the money from which - along with my partial inheritance at eighteen - ensures that she never goes short of anything. She's the most important person in my life but none of my previous partners have ever known anything about her.
Until now.
Day One. October 30th, 6.30 pm. The arrival...
There's a loud knock at my door. Quickly checking on the lasagne cooking in the oven I go to answer it surprised to see both Cheryl and Ozzie stood there, one of them bearing flowers and the other wearing an all too familiar pout.
"Hi" the Geordie gives me a peck on the lips, passing me the dyed black and orange bouquet as she shimmies past me, "for you, I thought they were appropriate given the time of year like"
She jerks her thumb back over her shoulder,
"Look who I caught skulking around in the foyer"
"Yeah it's a bit early for trick or treaters" I joke. Ozzie sighs in that melodramatic way many teenagers are so fond of.
"Ha ha" she states dryly, turning her attention to Cheryl, "and I wasn't skulking, I came to see mum"
"On a school night" I add, "does your dad know?"
She looks at me sheepishly, fingernails picking at imaginary lint on her black duffel coat.
"I'll take that as a no then. Right you, get in here and you can have a drink with us while I phone him to pick you up"
"Great" she grins, rubbing her hands together, "got any wine?"
"For us, yeah. You, no chance"
Now it's my turn to sigh, watching as she shrugs and strolls in. Putting her satchel down she makes herself at home on my couch next to Cheryl. I wince as she props a booted foot up against my glass coffee table, barely resisting the urge to shout 'feet off the furniture' at her.
Nope I will not allow myself to turn into my parents! She's a good kid but god she takes after me in many ways, especially cheekiness. Steve's going to be p!ssed off that she's come halfway across the city without telling him first. I'm glad she's getting on so well with Cheryl though...
After the big fight I had to take time. Time to recover from my injury, time to realise that Cheryl had beaten me and that her career was now in better shape than mine, time to mull over the fact that she knew my secret and - most importantly - time to think what I should do about all of it.
In the end I worked up the courage to confront Cheryl about the disastrous misunderstandings that had marred the days running up to our fight. It turned out that we both felt pretty similar, guilty and stupid for believing that the other one was out to get us, ruin our glittering career etcetera. It was then that we started to take things slowly, deciding that what we had was potentially more important than a Summer fling. Also Ozzie loved the engraved ring I'd got her for her fifteenth birthday in August and I was mightily relieved after all the bloody trouble it'd caused.
Making sure the lasagne's still doing ok I pick up Cheryl and Ozzie's drinks, red wine and a diet coke respectively. As I reach the couch I smile to hear them bickering light-heartedly about which Metallica album is superior. With both Steve and I liking similar music I suppose it's no surprise the kid's turned out the way she has and I'm happy it gives her some common ground with Cheryl too.
"Ozzie's right, it's got to be the Black album" I chip in cheerfully.
Cheryl emit's a scoffing noise,
"Oh aye cos you know so much about the thrash metal movement! It's Master of Puppets all the way losers!"
I raise an eyebrow at her,
"Carry on like that and you'll be wearing this wine Tweedy"
Cheryl grins up at me and my belly does a happy little flip at the sight of those dimples. As I pass her the drink our fingers brush and I become aware that I'm also grinning and blushing like a goofball. Sadly our intimate moment is broken by the sound of Ozzie's imitation retching.
"Urgh! Aren't you two a bit old to be making googly eyes at one another?"
I know she's only joking but I give her a warning glare and she immediately shuts up. Normally I'm the 'cool' parent, the one who's spared from giving her lectures about tidying her room or being in by a certain time, but she knows not to push me too far. I don't want her making the same mistakes I did at her age.
"Anyway what have you come here for?" I ask with curiosity, "not that you're not always welcome but it's a way to travel just on the off chance I'd be in"
Ozzie returns to picking at imaginary lint, this time on her skinny jeans.
"Come on" I urge, giving her shoulder a rub, "tell your old mum!"
She looks at me hopefully,
"Wellll...you know you're having a big Halloween party tomorrow?"
"Yeah" I reply, already not liking where the conversation's heading.
"Can I come?" she pleads, "I'm way too old for Trick or Treating and dad hates it, all he does is moan about the door going when he's trying to watch Clarkson on the telly...pleeease"
I shake my head with a smile,
"As much as I'd love to save you from back to back episodes of Top Gear it's not going to happen"
She resumes pouting so I give her shoulder another rub,
"Sorry but you know I can't have you in the club, it's far too adult for you and besides you're legally underage, I'd lose my license"
"Okay" she concedes sulkily, "I'll just stop in my bedroom and listen to Metallica all alone"
"Really?" I smirk, "...I've not heard of that album"
Ozzie shoots me what can only be described as the 'teen death glare' whilst Cheryl chuckles in the background.
Ah, life is good!
Cheryl.
Later that same evening...
"Have you decided on an outfit for tomorrow night then?"
I'm sat back on Kimberley's couch admiring the view as she bends over to load the dishwasher with various plates, pots and pans left over from the delicious pasta dish she made us earlier. Cooking is another talent of hers that I've only discovered since we started tentatively dating.
Kimberley Walsh, cage fighter and culinary queen. Who'd have thought it!
"Outfit?" she questions, her head popping up from deep inside the dishwasher. She's scraped her hair back into a messy bun but there's tiny strands of blonde flying wildly round her head as though she's plugged into an electric current. That coupled with her total lack of make-up, scruffy jeans and baggy, sauce stained t-shirt makes her look absolutely adorable.
I do believe me cool as a cucumber girlfriend's feelin' rather harassed!
"An outfit for yer Halloween party" I repeat, "you've got to get dressed up, that's most of the fun!"
"Oh...err...I don't know" she shrugs, pressing the dishwasher door shut and setting it going, "have you got yours sorted?"
"Mebbes"
"And?" she gestures impatiently for me to continue but I just grin at her, taking a few swigs of me wine. She picks up her glass and drains it before flopping on the couch next to us. I put me legs up on her lap and she starts fiddling with me socked feet.
"Sorry if I'm being tetchy, I'm just a bit tense, the next few days are gonna be mad"
I make sympathetic noises, placing me glass down and leaning in for a quick couple of kisses. Truth be told I'd like to take the kisses further, mebbes in the direction of that big bed of hers but she's right the next two days are going to be mental and she'll need her rest.
First on the agenda tomorrow is a video shoot at The Leopard Lounge for Dirty Pink's new single. Then, in the evening, Jess's bunch and their new touring partners Lilli and The Munsterz are appearing at Kimberley's specially planned Halloween event. The night after Halloween The Leopard Lounge is once again playing host to both the bands as two members celebrate a joint birthday party. Kimberley's agreed to have the VIP area and private dance rooms sectioned off especially. The two days mean big money but also entail a lot of planning and stress.
Luckily for Kimberley yours truly is often on hand for moral support, shoulder massages and...ahem...more.
"Cheryl..." she gives us a naughty smile.
"Yeah" I reciprocate as we part a little, her fingers stroking me scalp as she runs her thumb down the side of me face.
"You up for some stress relief?"
We're still kissing deeply, me hands linked around her waist as we stumble backwards into the bedroom. She sucks at me bottom lip, tugging it playfully before breaking away to help me pull her t-shirt off over her head. Bare-chested and gorgeous she grins at us, unpinning her hair to let it fall onto her shoulders. Grabbing her butt I heave her off the floor, swinging her round as she giggles. Grinning I stagger towards the bed with her in me arms.
We fall against the covers, her locks fanned out around her head like a messy golden halo. I immediately lower me face to her chest kissing down the warm stretch of skin between her breasts. I cup the small mounds gently squeezing their softness, enjoying the breathy moans elicited from her mouth as me thumbs graze her nipples.
I murmur words of adoration, continuing to drop kisses across her stomach, me lips tenderly attending to the pale scar tissue twisting round her right side. She emits a gasp that soon turns into a groan as I lick around her belly button, slowly trailing me tongue down to the fastening of her jeans.
"Fookin' hell, bit stiff!" I comment, tugging at the unyielding zipper with increasing frustration.
"Mmm...not just the zip babe" she chuckles and sighs, placing her hands over mine and sliding them to the sides of her jeans. After a good minute or so of squirming and yanking I finally get them off along with a pair of silky red panties.
"I was hoping you'd remove those with your teeth" she pouts, pulling her knees up to her chest to reveal her matching red slipper socks and a lot more besides.
Oh Kimberley!
"Well..." she grins, waggling her feet, "...come and get 'em...that's unless you'd like me to leave them on?"
"N'uh, not really me thing" I shake me head, whipping the socks off and returning me attentions to each of her feet. She squeals and giggles as I nibble at her cute toes, nuzzling down her soles and round to her ankles. The laughter stops and her breathing becomes increasingly shallow as I kiss my way up her shapely calves and along her inner thighs, spreading her legs to reveal my final destination.
She's perfection.
From the pale, neat vee of hair framing her full, soft outer lips to the velvety inner folds their swollen prize tucked away just waiting for me attentions. The first time I ever went down on her I'd memorized it all thinking of the different ways I could bring her pleasure, if I was skilful mebbes I could even top the absolute ecstasy her talents have previously brought us. With that in mind I slide me arms underneath her thighs, wrapping me hands round her hips as I bring me lips to her, kissing slowly down her slit as she wriggles impatiently. Extending me tongue I lick a upward trail over the path me kisses took before pulling back and checking her reaction.
Kimberley's resting back on her elbows watching us, her cheeks flushed with arousal. I shoot her a quick grin and she eases back onto the bed as I free a hand, using me fingers to spread her. Keeping her exposed I lower me head, taking the now obvious protrusion into me mouth and gently sucking. Me own clit tingles with envy as Kimberley whimpers, tensing and bucking upwards. Releasing her I let out a breath, lightly circling around the swelling with me fingertips before returning to apply more teasing suction with me mouth. Soon her low husky pleas fill me ears fuelling me need to take her to the next level. Delving me tongue between her smooth, satin folds I press the entirety of its underside against the base of her engorged clit, gently flicking the sensitive head with the tip of me tongue. At this she cries out, jerking violently as her hands grasp me head holding us tightly in place. Again I back off slightly, soothing the delicate nub with the flat of me tongue, licking her up and down in broad deliberate stripes until her moans fill the air around us. On any other day I'd slow down, make her wait as long as I could push it but her fingers are digging in me scalp painfully and I can tell she needs it right now. It's gonna be huge, I can feel it. I prepare meself, gripping her tightly as I passionately suck and stroke the firm length of her, immersing meself in her smell and taste. It's seconds before she explodes with an earth-shattering groan, her body undulating beneath us in short, sharp bursts. I hang on to her as the violent movements gradually subside and I'm caught up in the wonder of what I've just made happen.
"Oh Cheryl" she murmurs, stroking her hands through me hair as I lay there, me cheek resting on the warm fuzz of her mound.
"Was it ok?" I ask politely although the answer is already blatantly obvious.
"Mmm..." is the only reply I get followed very shortly by gentle snoring.
Typical! At least now she'll get a good sleep now though. Speaking of which, mebbes I should rest me eyes for a few seconds. Ah that's it, nice and cosy and...ZZZZZZZZ...
