Davina Again

By Limey Lady

Dave, spurning her given name of “Davina”, has records to set straight. Okay, so she is a boring IT nerd, but she’s had more lovers than Don Juan. Angry at being the low point in a three-girl triangle, she’s ready to strike back.

Having recently lost her virginity she now tells how she came out and started to experiment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Mar 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370179442

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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Davina Again

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

Introduction

Chapter Nine - Sleeping With Sara

Chapter Ten - Miss Williams

Chapter Eleven - Coming Out

Chapter Twelve - Friday Night

Chapter Thirteen - Ellie

Chapter Fourteen - Saturday Night

Chapter Fifteen - More Ellie

Chapter Sixteen - Confrontation

Chapter Seventeen - Bye For Now

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Introduction

Hi it’s me again, Davina, although I hope by now you’re thinking of me as Dave.

As introductions go, this is going to be a short one. For anyone who missed the story of me losing my virginity, I’d have you know I’m currently twenty-six and often get mistaken for a bloke. I’m also tired of being depicted as a boring IT nerd so (quite shamelessly) I’m regaling you with tales of my escapades with girls. That’s purely in the interests of broadening horizons, of course. The fact I’m basically a slut has nothing to do with it.

Well, not much.

Boring and boyish I may be, but I have plenty of girl-on-girl tales to tell.

And I may be flat-chested and boyish, but I am by no means butch. Equal opportunities . . . that’s me to a T!

Because I’m kind and considerate, I’m going to try to make this latest selection a self-contained story (with emphasis on try). If you want to read more about my earlier adventures then please, feel free. But you really don’t have to.

Be like me and live for the day.

Okay, that’s enough of the foreplay. Let’s get back to October 2008 and the joys of the upper sixth.

Chapter Nine

My five days and nights as Sara’s housemate were fantastic. I simply cannot use any other word to describe them. I’ll give you a general outline but it can’t begin to do justice.

Nothing could do justice to the intimate bits . . . or so I believed at the time.

Yes, the sex was utterly, totally, absolutely mind-blowing. And we had tons of it; tons and tons. From the minute we woke to the minute we fell into sated sleep we hardly ever stopped. It was very highly addictive and it kept getting better and better.

Wow, didn’t it just!

The bad news was that school got in the way of our bedroom gymnastics. We had to be there all day Friday, Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday marked the end of our idyll and the temptation to bunk off was simply enormous (even though I never bunked once in my entire school career). Eighteenth birthday parties on the Friday and Saturday nights also got in the way, and I never thought I would say that!

And I had to work in the Spar on Monday evening!

Greek gods couldn’t have conspired to mess us about more. Jason and the Argonauts never had it so tough.

Okay, so I’m exaggerating. But every second out of her home was lost to us forever.

Dirty dancing,