Davina Does Christmas

By Limey Lady

Three months ago Dave was an innocent virgin. Now, inspired by her "discovery" of sex, she is ready to cop off with as many bi-curious girls as she can. And the opportunities at all those sixth form parties! Some nights it's almost impossible to fail.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Mar 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370892549

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 Does Christmas

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 Eighteen - A Night at Ellie’s

Chapter Nineteen - Playtime

Chapter Twenty - Another Mild Confrontation

Chapter Twenty-One - Christmas Kisses

Chapter Twenty-Two - Lorna

Chapter Twenty-Three - Meryl

Chapter Twenty-Four - More Meryl

Chapter Twenty-Five - A Late Night Call

Chapter Twenty-Six - A Sinful Saturday Afternoon

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Introduction

Yes, it’s me again, Davina, here to give you the dirt on my life to date.

That sounds good, doesn’t it? It sounds as if I’m much more interesting than your average IT nerd; as if I’ve got a dark side and secrets to shock the world.

And maybe I have.

Now there are other stories circulating about me. Some of them were written by yours truly, some by ex-lovers of mine. Anyone who missed them is welcome to catch up, but please don’t feel as if you’re obliged. I’m going do my best to make this account self-contained; with any luck it will be readable on its own. I’m also going to be more explicit than I’ve been before because I have reached the point where I started to really enjoy sex.

Not that I didn’t enjoy it from the off, of course. I certainly did. It’s just that it got even better as I found the spirit of adventure inside myself.

Right then; a few more words about me and I’ll begin. These days I’m twenty-six and the proud owner of a lesbian gold star. While I have been compared to Velma from Scooby Doo, I also get mistaken for a bloke more regularly than I would like. That has a lot to do with me having very short hair, an ironing board for a chest and being commonly known as Dave.

And my fashion sense probably doesn’t help. I’m only comfortable in Docs, jeans and sweatshirts. It’s a rare day when I wear anything else and I haven’t been seen in a dress since primary school.

I must be doing something right though. I’ve had girlfriends aplenty.

Speaking of which, let’s go back to the first weekend of November, 2008 . . .

Chapter Eighteen

Sara got quite touchy when she found out I was housesitting with Ellie on Saturday as well as Friday. I very reasonably pointed out that her parents weren’t back until Sunday and that it would seem odd if I didn’t go the full mile . . . just as I had when Sara’s parents were away.

She frowned and scrunched up her nose but in the end had to agree I had a point. I just gave her my best attempt at a Mona Lisa smile and left it at that.

Privately I was full of admiration for Ellie. I’d challenged her to get us one night together and how had she responded? By dramatically overachieving, that’s how. You bet I was up for two nights with her. I would have stayed a whole week if she’d managed to wangle it.

My mum wasn’t so much touchy as