Heather's Busy Week Pt. 05

By Limey Lady

Deliberately avoiding lovey-dovey relationships, Heather’s spell at university has been enjoyable indeed. Of course it helps that her looks and to-die-for body attract lusty admiration from nearly everyone she ever meets.

Now, late April, she is into the final term of her three year course. She is about to be awarded a coveted “starred first” and believes she is highly experienced in every bedroom game ever invented; highly experienced and almost (but not quite) sated. If it wasn’t for her overactive libido, she might even consider having a couple of months of celibacy, to further her final revision.

Unfortunately, as well as being blessed with a huge libido, Heather is also blessed with the ability to get into pickles and scrapes. In fact she can be a bit of a Jonah. So far she’s usually managed to keep bad luck out of her undergraduate carrying ons. But she’s not to know what lies in wait for her over the next seven days.

During the busiest week of her life, Heather finds herself confronting drug dealers and undergoing police interrogation. She also finds time to take seven different lovers, all of them more than just once, some of them on multiple occasions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jul 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310671685

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 05

By LimeyLady

Copyright M C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2016

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter Eleven - Heather catches up with friends

Chapter Twelve - Heather practices gymnastics with Ruth

Chapter Thirteen - Stuffypants uses her handcuffs

Author’s note

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

(Tuesday, 23rd April 2002)

Heather woke disorientated. Eventually, once she’d convinced herself she wasn't drunk or still dreaming, she realized she was upside down in someone else’s bed. Upside down with a pair of alien feet under her nose. The lights were off and dawn hadn't yet broken, so she went by touch and smell. Quickly deducing the feet were Gill's she suspected they'd fallen asleep during a prolonged sixty-nine. Well, the last of several prolonged sixty-nines. That was a shame but, while she was down there . . .

‘I wouldn't do that if I was you,' Gill called. 'I've got fast bowler's feet.'

Heather was already fondling the crick chick’s little toe. ‘Everything feels okay to me,' she called back. 'And they're not whiffy at all.'

‘My feet are battered,’ Gill insisted, ‘and my toes are all crooked and manky. And that's now, when they're at their best. A month into the season they'll be black and blue.'

Was that a challenge? Heather took it as one. She systematically licked, sucked and nibbled every last digit. Then she gave similar attention to Gill's insteps, soles and heels. Gill soon stopped issuing warnings and made purring noises instead. Heather almost joined in. She missed the feel of nylon under her tongue but liked the touch of bare flesh just as much. And toe access was better without fabric in the way, she had to admit. Gill's purring was exciting, too. When she at last kissed her way up a pair of smooth, shapely legs she actually made a bet with herself: Two-to-one I'm wetter than her.

Gill didn't seem to want to take turns anymore, which was fine by Heather. She quite happily helped herself. She'd developed acute tongue-ache and repetitive jaw strain before finally accepting they’d both had enough. By then dawn had hauled her weary ass out of the sack, the sun was shining and birds were singing.

‘I make a mean cup of coffee,' the crick chick announced.

Side by side, sitting up in bed and sipping from mugs, Heather was struck by the cosiness of the scene. It was difficult to be cosy in a stark background of black and white, but somehow Gill pulled it off. Heather frowned; she didn't much like cosiness . . . it made her nervous. She glanced down at the carpet, noticing it for the first time. Dark grey. Probably charcoal. Hmmm . . .

Casting around a little further she saw a large stuffed toy on a chair. The chair was black with shiny metal legs . . . naturally . . . and the toy had been carefully set down in a sitting position. Nothing too unusual about that; lots of girls kept their teddies through their teens and beyond. Except this wasn't a teddy, it was a panda.

Heather was slightly spooked by the continuation of the black and white theme. Fortunately, Panda had a saving grace: a splash of colour around his neck. The red and gold stripes were, to say the least, a bit of a relief. ‘What's that?' she asked.

‘It's an MCC tie. A real one.' Gill laughed. 'It's a capital offence to wear one of those without being a member at Lords. Members are all stuffed shirts, though. I reckon Soo is less stuffed than any of them.'

‘Soo?'

‘She's a girl panda. I'm hardly likely to sleep with a boy panda, am I?'

‘Where did you get the tie?'

‘One of the girls got drinking with a group of members while we were playing down there. And not in the hallowed areas, I hasten to add. Don't ask me how she did it, but she got away with five ties. She kept one for herself and handed the others out to the two best batsmen and two best bowlers . . . including me.'

Sipping in silence, Heather could think of several things one of the girls might have done to earn five ties.