Tonight's the Night

By Limey Lady

Angie's ongoing university "education" continues in two unlikely directions: a seeming virgin and a girl with a cock.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Nov 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370999804

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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Tonight’s the Night

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 One - Looking out for Madhu

Chapter Two - Freshers’ Week

Chapter Three - Sarah-Jayne

Chapter Four - The girl with a cock

Chapter Five - Monday night fun

Chapter Six - Making up with Madhu

Chapter Seven - Ruby

Chapter Eight - Just good friends

Chapter Nine - Planning a shopping trip

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Chapter One

(September 1997)

The sobbing was coming from room 443; Madhu’s room. It just wasn’t in Angie’s nature to walk on by. Priests and Levites might have been capable of passing on the other side of the halls corridor, but she wasn’t.

She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door.

No response. The sobbing continued.

Angie rapped a little harder. ‘Madhu,’ she said as loud as she dared, ‘it’s me, Angie. What’s wrong?’

That stopped the sobbing. For what seemed like an age nothing happened. Then, as Angie raised her hand to rap once more, the door opened.

Madhu was wearing blue pyjamas. Her lovely face was streaked with tears. Her long black hair had a wild look about it. She was quivering and trembling; lips, body . . . all of her. Those soft brown eyes of hers were deep pools of despair.

Blimey, thought Angie, nobody should be allowed to be so beautiful.

No, delete that; everybody should be so beautiful!!

Casting away pangs of lust, pointedly not looking down the half-unfastened pyjama top, she tried her best to smile.

‘You sounded sad,’ she said. ‘And I said I’d look out for you. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it.’

‘There’s nothing anyone can do, I’m so lonely,’ Madhu wailed. ‘I daren’t go out of my room. This place is so . . . so . . .’

‘Hush, hush,’ went Angie. ‘We’re neighbours and friends. At least I dearly want you to be my friend.’

‘Me too,’ Madhu managed, sniffling

‘Well there you go then. Friends help each other, don’t they? I’m going to help you. What would your brothers do if they found you like this?’

‘They’d laugh and call me a wuss.’ Madhu sniffled again. ‘But my big sister wouldn’t laugh. She would hug me and make everything okay.’

Mentioning her sister brought on more tears.

‘I can do hugs,’ said Angie, prepared to try anything to turn off the waterworks. ‘Do you think a cuddle will do the trick?’

‘It might do.’

Angie opened her arms and Madhu fell into her embrace. She was warm and curvaceous and smelt of peppermint. Cuddling her was not a problem. Her trembling body was good to hold.

No, her trembling body was very, very good to hold.

Fighting off more lust, resisting the urge to bury her face deep into the girl’s gorgeous hair, Angie took in the room. It was a carbon copy of her own, but much more orderly. There were family photographs and a big vase of fresh flowers on the chest of drawers. No opened, semi-unpacked cases anywhere to be seen. She had moved in seemingly seamlessly. The one and only lack of tidiness was her single bed, which was made but rumpled, proving she’d been sobbing on it rather than in it.

And there was a