Heather's Hectic Weekend Part Three

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 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370692637

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 Three

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 Sixteen - Alex Takes a Shower

Chapter Seventeen - Waking up with Rachael

Chapter Eighteen - Saturday Morning Surgery

Chapter Nineteen - Heather Recruits Help

Chapter Twenty - An Afternoon in Bed

Chapter Twenty-One - The Cat’s Whiskers

Chapter Twenty-Two - A Timely Intervention

Chapter Twenty-Three - Questioned by the Police

Chapter Twenty-Four - Sexy Sunday with Stuffypants

Author’s Note

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Chapter Sixteen

(Saturday 27th April 2002)

Naz woke to find herself entwined with Heather’s naked body, which was as pleasant an awakening as she could remember. Hev was still snoozing so, seizing the opportunity, she kissed her on the tip of her nose. Then she kissed her eyelids, one by one.

Heather was unbelievable in bed, she decided. She was tireless and endlessly inventive. Naz wanted to sleep with her more often . . . like maybe every night.

As if that was going to happen!

Heather’s little digression with Majid had been forgiven. In that part of her mind where Naz weighted up pros and cons a sort of balance had been achieved. Put simply: she wasn’t going to rock the boat. Heather was a grown woman who liked no strings sex and didn’t do relationships. In fact she had the same view on sex and relationships as Naz had had herself.

Before she’d discovered how good sex could be with a woman.

I’m not going to fall out about Majid or anyone else, Naz thought. If I can’t have her exclusively then at least I’m going to have some of her. Half a loaf is better than none.

She ran her fingers through Hev’s mane of black hair, relishing the feel of it, lifting a handful up to her face and inhaling, smelling apples. And then wickedness overcame her. Untangling herself as subtly as possible, she moved down the bed.

One of Naz’s favourite fantasies had her being woken by the tip of a lover’s tongue, already most of the way along the road to a cum. She stared at Hev’s pussy before kissing her clit as delicately as she could.

Hev sighed and stirred, but only slightly.

Naz kissed her there again . . . and again and again.

Enjoying herself immensely, she transferred her attention to Hev’s outer lips, lightly licking, going for the slow build-up.

‘That’s nice,’ Hev breathed. ‘That’s so, so nice.’

So much for the master plan, she was awake already!

Undeterred, Naz kept on licking.

Half a loaf is better than none, she reminded herself.

‘I’ll do you next,’ Hev breathed. ‘Then we’ll have to do our chores.’

Naz had no idea