Heather's Hectic Weekend Part Four

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 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370248261

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 Four

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 Twenty-Five - Julia and Betty

Chapter Twenty-Six - Rita Makes a Call

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Naz Carries on Nursing

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Heather’s Quiet Night In

Chapter Twenty-Nine - A Typical Uni Monday Morning

Chapter Thirty - Dazzler Intervenes

Chapter Thirty-One - Captured

Chapter Thirty-Two - Abducted

Chapter Thirty-Three - A Fate Worse Than Death

Chapter Thirty-Four - Fight or Die

Chapter Thirty-Five - The Fallout

Epilogue

Author’s Note

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Chapter Twenty-Five

(Sunday 28th April 2002)

Rita had met Julia and Betty towards the end of her first year at uni. In fact she hadn’t so much met them as tracked them down. At the time she’d been on a mission and, going on rumours she’d heard, she had decided they could help her achieve her goal.

On the face of it Julia and Betty made an unlikely couple. They were post-graduate students and were both extremely butch; not the sort of pairing she would have expected. Back then they had, however, already been living together for three years, so it was fair to assume some sort of an agreement had been arrived at. Whatever it might be was private, though. They weren’t for sharing secrets.

But, if those rumours were correct, they did occasionally share their bed with others.

One story had it that they preyed on innocent, submissive femmes. That is to say they would happily double-team a girl and neither expected nor wanted her to reciprocate. Normally that would have put Rita off. But not when she had that one specific aim in mind.

‘I’d be careful with those two,’ she’d been warned more than once. ‘They don’t take prisoners.’

Rita hadn’t taken notice. Well, not much. She had been slightly perturbed when Heather’s old mucker Angie advised caution. Angie was a ferocious-looking skinhead; her appearance was much scarier than the girls’. Compared to her the girls looked quite cute, in spite of their shaven heads and hairy armpits.

Anyway, Rita had finally taken the plunge and offered them a no strings night of sex. They could, she assured them, do anything short of physical harm. Her only proviso involved double penetration.

‘It has to be with strap-ons,’ she told them, ‘and it definitely has to happen.’

They had been in a quiet corner of the Union Bar at the time (where else?). Julia had agreed instantly and Betty nodded only moments later.

‘We wouldn’t dream of doing harm,’ she said archly, ‘but don’t expect to be able to walk after we’re done with you; not for a couple of hours, anyhow.’

And so Rita got what she had been hankering after and it was magnificent. The pleasure was infinitely better than her many DIY efforts with two dildos. It even eclipsed some of the thrills Heather had given her with twin toys.

Julia and Betty enjoyed themselves too. Repeat performances were agreed to be in order. Rita had gone back for several encores before the novelty started to wear off.