Heather Falls in Love Part One

By Limey Lady

Heather is not renowned for long, slow seductions; her usual courtships tend more towards wham , bam thank you ma'am. Her travelling companion is, however, reputedly straight and she has promised to keep things platonic. ut she has always had issues with temptation. How far will she last without making a move?

And just how straight is Ingrid anyway?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Dec 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370395903

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 Falls in Love

Part One - A long, slow seduction

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark 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 One - Heather’s Chrissie Present

Chapter Two - Evidence of Means

Chapter Three - And Then There Were Two

Chapter Four - Rachael

Chapter Five - Rachael’s Appetiser

Chapter Six - The Gap Year Begins

Chapter Seven - Ingrid’s Interruption I

Chapter Eight - Ingrid’s Interruption II

Chapter Nine - Bayonne

Chapter Ten - A Second Night in Bayonne

Chapter Eleven - A Relaxing of Boundaries

Chapter Twelve - Ingrid’s Interruption III

Chapter Thirteen - Ben Maddener

Chapter Fourteen - The Road to Guadalajara

Chapter Fifteen - Ingrid’s Final Interruption

Chapter Sixteen - Lovers at Last

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(Michaelmas Term 2001)

Heather saw the sign on the departmental notice board, a week into her final year at university.

ARE YOU A WOMAN WANTING TO TRAVEL

THE WORLD? KEEN TO MEET NEW

PEOPLE AND EXPERIENCE DIFFERENT

CULTURES? BUT . . .

AFRAID OF THE HORROR STORIES

YOU READ IN THE DAILY MAIL!!!

EVER THOUGHT OF

TRAVELLING IN NUMBERS?

COME MEET IN THE UNION BAR

(FAR LEFT CORNER) THURSDAY 11TH AT 8PM.

LIKE-MINDED WOMEN WILL BE THERE

INCLUDING GRADUATES FROM

THIS UNIVERSITY WHO

WENT OUT AND DID IT!!!

LISTEN - DISCUSS - ASK - LEARN

JOIN UP FOR NEXT TIME!!!

Fresh from summering in Kettlewell, the idea of seeing the world seemed great. It also seemed to be the perfect time to start planning. Heather had considered travelling before, without doing anything to make it happen. The closest she’d come was to sound out Mary Rose when they’d had a week away together in Majorca, last July. Since then, things had changed.

Oh yes, hadn’t they just!

Last July, fuelled with sangria and pina colada, Mary Rose had been all for it. This July they’d had ten days in Ibiza and Mare had already been head-hunted, more than a year before she graduated from her ivy-walled university. And by a classy City of London law firm at that, not some provincial hicks. She had a start date and was, to say the least, hot to trot. The alternative . . . months on end sharing a tent with a sweaty girlfriend and two pairs of hiking boots . . . was so not going to happen it didn’t get mentioned.

The meeting on the eleventh drew about fifty women and half a dozen blokes (the blokes presumably either couldn't read or had just come to look at the talent). Heather knew several of the females from her various sporting activities. She also recognized faces from LGBT and other, less formal women’s groups. But, as far as she was aware, most of the attendees were straighter than straight. So maybe breaking away from the undergraduate boyfriend was a factor for some of them.

And weren’t there a lot of overseas students there, wanting to travel!

For that first meeting Heather was happy to just sit and listen while others asked, several discussed and quite a few pontificated (which hadn't even been on the list!). About the only thing she and anyone else learnt that evening was that a whole year travelling wasn't going to come cheap. The world might have become a global village, but it seemed to be a very expensive village to travel through.

She almost didn't bother going to the follow-up meeting a fortnight later. The expense wasn’t a worry (Dad would fund that, out of her inheritance), it was the thought of having to listen to the same bunch of timewasters going over the same old ground . . . again. And again and again. In the end it was Edith who persuaded her to go. And just as well, seeing as this time there were only eighteen attendees, all of them female, all of them reasonably serious about joining up. This time there were plenty of sensible, practical questions, tons of constructive discussion and much felt to have been learnt. Heather was one of the fifteen converts who signed up there and then, on the dotted line.

Meetings continued fortnightly up until Christmas, with attendances varying from as few as a dozen up to twenty-five, as new prospects arrived late and others dropped out. The last get-together of the year happened early December, in a Union Bar decked with tinsel and holly. Roy Wood and Noddy were there on the juke box, goodwill was thick in the air. At that point there were twelve of them (two organizers and ten others) irrevocably enlisted. The biggest matter in hand had been deciding between travelling in three teams of four or two teams of six. By then they had all got to know each other and the debating was warm and humorous.

Normally the meetings lasted an hour or so and ended with everyone drifting away. That one finished with festive drinks at the bar; heaps and heaps of festive drinks. Enough to make a crowd of already relaxed students chilled to the bone; enough to lead Heather into making an inappropriate suggestion to the best-looking of her would-be companions.

Oops!

Although she didn’t get her face slapped, Heather had been left in no doubt her approach was not welcome . . . which was a crying shame. Ingrid was truly scrumptious and had come to the first couple of meetings with Rachael, the driving force behind a very high profile Girls' Society. Someone with connections like that should have found her suggestion very appropriate indeed, considering the time of year.

*****

Leaving the Union, Heather made her way along semi-lit corridors, eventually arriving outside Edith’s suite of laboratories (or, rather, the suite of labs where Edith spent most of her waking hours).

Blooming Ingrid, she thought, still smarting from her rejection. She shouldn’t be allowed out and about looking like that. Not