Come on Eileen

By Limey Lady

Her university is relatively deserted over Christmas but Angie can still find a few girls to help while away the hours before her big date.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Nov 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370832415

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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Come on Eileen

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2018

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

Author’s Note

Chapter One - The morning after Joe

Chapter Two - Angie’s early night

Chapter Three - Damien’s party

Chapter Four - Karin

Chapter Five - The morning after Karin

Chapter Six - Out of a job

Chapter Seven - Preparing for a date

Chapter Eight - A date with fate

Chapter Nine - Eileen comes on

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Author’s Note: This story follows on from The Most Wonderful Time of the Year but is meant to be readable in its own right (as have been all my tales featuring the delectable Angie). Please do not feel obliged to backtrack before finding out what the delightful, skin-headed nympho gets up to next.

Chapter One

(27th December 1997)

Saturday in the Union Bar was, as Joe had predicted, a bit of a mixed bag. Initially busy in a moderate sort of a way, then tailing off around two in the afternoon.

‘I need to catch up with some paperwork,’ he said, during the longest lull yet.

‘Don’t tell me,’ Angie replied, ‘you have another questionnaire to complete about Gloria’s broken leg.’

‘There seems to be doubt now about whether it’s her leg, ankle or foot.’ Joe sighed. ‘I’m still thanking God it didn’t happen on my premises. There are enough forms to fill in as it is.’

Angie smiled as he went into his office/storeroom. After a night of relentless sex the guy was going his best to act normally. And he was almost pulling it off.

A night of relentless sex! No, make that two nights out of three of relentless sex!!

Two nights with a real life bloke!!!

Because she was crap at smiling Angie’s face hardly registered any emotion. But her mind was racing in all directions.

She was a lesbian who’d just willingly fucked with a man.

But she didn’t fancy Joe as a man; she liked him as a person. That made all the difference.

To her it did, anyway, not least because he was the only man who’d ever been able to make her cum.

Well he was, wasn’t he?

The answer to that rhetorical question was a resounding yes. Excluding her transgender friend, (who was a girl who just happened to be equipped with a cock), Angie had only had one male lover. Bobby had been her first lover, full stop. He’d fucked with her regularly and she’d liked it, without ever getting any end result.

At least not the end result she’d really wanted.

Bobby was back in the mists of time, of course. A whole parade of female lovers had taken his place, all of them capable of performing horizontal miracles . . . not to mention a lot of vertical miracles . . . and quite a few upside-down miracles.

Angie’s problem was that Joe had been almost as good for her as some of the girls.

And he had baggage.

The thought of his specific baggage was enough to make Angie laugh out loud. As if on cue, the bar telephone rang.

Joe was still in the office so she answered.

‘Hello, Union Bar.’

‘Oh,’ said a familiar voice, ‘it’s you. Did you have a good time rutting with my boyfriend?’

‘Why Professor Parkinson,’ Angie said dryly, ‘how delightful to hear from you.’

‘Quit the sarcasm,’ the Parkinson woman snapped, ‘put