Girls Just Wanna Have Fun: Bundle One

By Limey Lady

Four short stories featuring girls who love to have sex, sex, sex. This collection includes all sorts of tastes. Straight, lesbian, inter-racial, dominant, submissive . . . there really is something to tickle all fancies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Feb 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370015931

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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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Bundle One

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.

Equally importantly, all the characters are

over the age of 18

Table of Contents

1: Dwayne’s World

2: Kat’s Story

3: Come On Eileen

4: Cuffed Under False Pretences

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Dwayne’s World

The lounge had been, Heather thought, slightly predominated by females. Balancing it out, the kitchen was slightly predominated by males. Adding an ironic twist to her musings, the music changed as she went through from one room to the other. In a blast from long ago, before she’d even been born, Jona Lewie was telling the world where to find him at parties.

Secretly Heather agreed that it was the place to be: most of the booze was found in the kitchen at parties, and so was some of the best conversation.

Dwayne was easy to spot. He was six feet tall, black and beautiful. That much said he looked small next to his cousin Sam, who was enormous in every sense of the word.

Heather smiled at the sight of Sam. Now the idea had been levered into her head she was quite up for a bout with Dwayne, but her course-mate Sam was something else. He had the world’s biggest sense of humour and a personality which made him impossible not to like. He could inflict gales of laughter on total strangers within two seconds of meeting them.

Sam could also bring hilarity into the bedroom. Heather knew that only too well. Never mind her usual limit of only two nights shagging for guys, Sam had already had five or six trysts. And, with almost all their final year still to go, he would undoubtedly be having a few more.

Unfortunately, tonight Sam was hooked up with a Sociologist called Dawn. Dawn might be blonde and sexy but she did herself no favours. What a sulky expression she always had! Even if she hadn’t been so blatantly straight Heather wouldn’t have touched her with a bargepole.

Briefly running her eye over the rest of Dwayne’s group, Heather glanced to her right and immediately saw Katie’s fridges. The communal one had a sign on it saying "PUT IN AND TAKE OUT FREELY. It was tall, old and possibly antique. The smaller, much newer fridge had a sign on it saying KATIE’S - KEEP OUT!!"

As if the sign wasn’t enough warning, a poster had been added lower down, attached with Sellotape. It very prominently featured a skull, crossbones and the words "ACHTUNG MINEN!!!"

Heather didn’t really expect to set off an explosion but she was cautious as she eased open the fridge door. While actual mines weren’t exactly compatible with bottles of wine, she didn’t entirely rule booby traps out as a possibility.

Fortunately, there were no deterrents other than the signs. Her Pinot was nestled in the pocket inside the door. She refilled her glass then, conscious of the weight of Dwayne’s eyes on her, made her way over to his stretch of worktop.

Sam was, as always, in the middle of some funny story. Despite Dawn’s hand on his arm, he broke off and planted a big kiss smack on Heather’s mouth.

‘The sister I never had,’ he chuckled. ‘Well, not often enough, anyway.’

Coming from anyone else that might have seemed distasteful. Coming from Sam it was hilarious.

Well, it was to everybody apart from Dawn.

Pushing Sam away from her Heather assumed her best gushing mode. ‘Ignore him, Dawn, he’s such a loudmouth.’

Before Dawn could object Heather kissed her three times: once on each cheek and then very swiftly on her lips.

Turning to the other two members of the group, Heather grinned. Kris was a central defender in the men’s soccer team, and an exceptionally good one at that. Even though Heather didn’t much like his ginger goatee he got the same triple kiss as Dawn.

She had quite deliberately saved Viola until last. No, make that very deliberately. Viola had the figure of a young Naomi Campbell but was a shade taller, and her face had even finer bone structure. It was hard to believe she was studying at a Lancashire university instead of strutting down catwalks.

Viola’s version of casual was a sight for sore eyes. Her short blue jeans stopped a fraction below her knees, exposing her lovely brown calves, and her tight white T-shirt didn’t leave much to anyone’s imagination.

In fact Heather had never set eyes on such a vision; she eclipsed everyone, even Mary Rose.

Not that superhero worship was ever going to restrain a born and bred, red-blooded Yorkshire lass.

‘Hi Vi,’ she said before ditching the cheek kisses and grabbing herself a mouthful of luscious lips.

Amazingly Viola (allegedly as straight as infinitely more miserable Dawn) kissed back at her. Okay, so she did seem to hesitate for an instant, but then she turned on the tap and gave as good as she got.

Ten seconds that kiss lasted. After a nine count, shocking Heather in the most pleasant way ever, Vi’s tongue shot out and circled inside her very avidly pursed lips. Oh what joy! But, before she could start to respond in kind,