Crossing the Divide

By Limey Lady

Naomi has never acknowledged her bi-curiosity, even though she has watched plenty of girl-on-girl videos. She is consequently devastated to wake after a boozy night to find herself in bed with the most voracious lesbian at the university.

Despite her denials, something happened between them, but what?

And where does she go from here?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Oct 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463797327

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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Crossing the Divide

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2019

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 – That morning after feeling

Chapter Two – Visual evidence?

Chapter Three – Now that’s irrefutable evidence

Chapter Four – A date out of the blue

Chapter Five – The date goes well

Chapter Six – Getting to know each other

Chapter Seven – Consummating for certain

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(February 2002)

Heather came awake with a jolt, surprised to be surrounded by darkness. Semi-dazed as she was two questions occurred to her immediately: Where? and How?

How wasn’t too tricky to answer. It had been James’s twenty-first party last night. James was on her course but had taken a year out before starting university. He also had a ridiculously rich and dotingly besotted aunt who’d insisted on giving him the best twenty-first ever experienced, anywhere, ever.

And hadn’t she succeeded! Hiring a smart hotel a mile from campus, one with room for three hundred or more guests, she’d additionally made sure the bar was free for the first two hours.

Big mistake! Give canny students any edge and they’ll exploit it to the full. And a free bar was an edge beyond most students’ wildest dreams. Everyone had arrived even before the doors opened, ready to drink the place dry. No, make that ready, willing and able. Even Heather, who was more than financially stable, had joined in the gold rush, ordering potent, exotic cocktails three at a time, downing them as if there was no tomorrow.

Good job she didn’t do hangovers. If she did she’d have been seriously under the weather.

Try as she might Heather struggled to remember much after that opening blast. She’d socialised and flirted while still relatively sober, naturally, but somehow she must have pulled while utterly, absolutely blitzed.

No change there, then!

Yet there were several only too apparent changes this morning (assuming it was morning). She never fell asleep with a new lover, so actually waking up with one was not a regular occurrence. Why should she ever sleep with a fresh babe at hand? Why waste even forty winks?

Okay, her mind reasoned, so I’m playing with words. Sleeping with was no more than a simile. She’d very rarely slept with a lover of either sex. Yet last night she’d undoubtedly dropped off on the job.

Thanks to that excess of alcohol, of course. At least she had a genuine reason. It wasn’t as if she was getting old before her time or, God forbid, losing her stamina. Not her.

Yes even now, awake only a few nanoseconds, she had no doubt her appetite hadn’t deserted her.

In fact she was decidedly wet down below . . . decidedly ready to resume.

Which brought