Heather's Hectic Weekend Part Two

By Limey Lady

Heather classes herself as being “well on the lezzie side of bi”. She has just had a busy week indeed. Since last Friday evening she has taken no fewer than seven lovers: Rita (an old flame of hers); Alex (Rita’s current boyfriend); Eleanor (Alex’s mum); Gill (a lady cricketer and proud owner of a gold star), Ruth (her bisexual course-mate); Stuffypants (a stern but oh-so-very-sexy policewoman) and Naz (her very bi-curious footballing friend).

She has also: dobbed in an amateur drug pusher; wrecked a double twenty-first birthday party; been interviewed by the police (more than once); and rescued a damsel in distress from the clutches of a far more sinister dealer.

Alex is the common factor in most of Heather’s recent adventures, which is just typical of a bloke. She sleeps with seven different people and which one causes her grief? That’s right: the one with a willy!

In fairness it was Alex’s twin sister who was mostly to blame. The amateur pusher was Carrie’s friend. The wrecked twenty-first was Carrie’s. And, influenced by her growing appetite for coke, it was Carrie who became the damsel in distress. That is to say she entered into an arrangement with the sinister Spider. Put simply, he fed her drugs and she let him have her any which way he wanted.

It is now Friday again and all is well. Carrie is safely locked away in a clinic, out of Spider’s reach. Heather decides it’s time to celebrate being alive . . . and how better to celebrate than in Naz’s bed? Yet another night of earthy lust will round things off nicely.

Then, moments before she sets out she gets a call from Alex, updating her about Carrie, unaware his mother has already beaten him to it. Heather listens politely, keeping her fling with “Mother” under her hat. But the call is ill-fated. An unwelcome, uninvited visitor cuts him off mid-call . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jan 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370300778

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 Hectic Weekend Part Two

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2017

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 Eight - Naz Gets Curiouser and Curiouser

Chapter Nine - Girls’ Talk

Chapter Ten - A Little Progress

Chapter Eleven - Heather Pays Her Taxi Fare

Chapter Twelve - Alex’s Story

Chapter Thirteen - A Brief Interlude I

Chapter Fourteen - A Brief Interlude II

Chapter Fifteen - Alex’s Story Concludes

Author’s Note

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Chapter Eight

(Friday 26th April 2002)

The present-day, 2002 Naz carried on stroking Alex’s back, picturing Heather walking back to the bar a year and a half ago. As she’d watched the girl’s so-sexy ass her mind had slipped back to the night after the first football trial. She had gone to bed early, in preparation for her upcoming date with Ricky, and ended up cumming in her sleep.

That is to say she’d woken with a start and an awful feeling she’d had a wet dream.

Eyes wide open but seeing little in the darkened room, she’d had a feel of her bottom sheet. Yep, no doubt about it, there was a damp patch all right; a damn’ big one.

And there was no doubt about the dream that had caused it. On waking Naz couldn’t normally recall dreams but she’d remembered that one sure enough . . . and it hadn’t been about what she hoped to find in Ricky’s boxers.

She’d been dreaming about Heather. No, she’d been dreaming erotically about Heather.

Her cheeks had flushed. She’d never had erotic dreams about girls before. The thought of women having sex together had played no part in even her wildest fantasies. Yet there she was, creating a lot of unnecessary washing.

And that sheet had been fresh on that morning; it was supposed to last to Friday at least!!

Curious, she tried to remember the finer details of her dream. They’d been naked and kissing; kissing and caressing. Then, staring into her eyes, Heather had touched her there, directly on her man in the boat . . .

And she had immediately flooded the bed.

Lying flat on her back in the dark Naz realized she was still excited. Her nipples were rock-hard, her heart was fluttering and her body felt as if it was about to explode. There was only one way to deal with those symptoms, wasn’t there? And it needed doing fast, before she really did detonate.

Determined to think straight thoughts about Ricky, she slipped her hand between her legs and was surprised by the wetness. She never had difficulty self-lubricating, but was rarely as soggy as this!

Pretending Ricky’s boxers had just come off and he was hung like a horse, she started to rub her outer lips . . .

And found herself staring into emerald green eyes; Heather’s emerald green eyes.

Shrugging off the image almost angrily, she rubbed a little harder and tried to concentrate on a rigid