Final Fling

By Annie Oakfield

Dumped? Take the news lying down. Or climb on top. Whichever.

Mellowing into her mid-thirties, Cindy has finally started to look for steady relationships, trying out a couple of guys for size in the hope that one would turn out to be a keeper.

But when one relationship fails, and the other is set to end abruptly, Cindy is left hanging, with no guy to fall back on.

She refuses to quit and agrees to join her best friend Sandy for a repeat of their mind-blowing foursome. Nothing is going to stop her from having the time of her life.

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of nudity and vivid descriptions of a sex-hungry woman ravishing a man as if she’s never going to see him again.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Intense M/F encounters. 29,500 words. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: May 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005521400

Annie Oakfield

Annie Oakfield is a keen writer and has been penning naughty stories since the ‘old days.’ Most of her stories were simply erotic fantasies that she shared with only a few close, friends. But with time and years of life experience, Annie now writes stories inspired by her real-life experiences, and drawn from her fantasies.Annie grew up reading fantasy and science fiction and has applied her love of these genres to a new series of erotic short stories.Annie enjoys partying with her friends into the early hours, but she is just as content to relax with a nice hot bath.

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FINAL FLING

The Erotic Adventures of Cindy Wicked, Book Five

Annie Oakfield

Dumped? Take the news lying down. Or climb on top. Whichever.

Mellowing into her mid-thirties, Cindy has finally started to look for steady relationships, trying out a couple of guys for size in the hope that one would turn out to be a keeper.

But when one relationship fails, and the other is set to end abruptly, Cindy is left hanging, with no guy to fall back on.

She refuses to quit and agrees to join her best friend Sandy for a repeat of their mind-blowing foursome. Nothing is going to stop her having the time of her life.

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of nudity and vivid descriptions of a sex-hungry woman ravishing a man as if she’s never going to see him again.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Intense M/F encounters. 29,500 words. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

FINAL FLING

The Erotic Adventures of Cindy Wicked, Book Five

ANNIE OAKFIELD

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FINAL FLING

Manchester

2006

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy sank onto the sofa, staring at her phone in disbelief. The screen glowed brightly, a stark contrast to her gloomy mood.

He’s really going to do it, she whispered. I can’t bloody believe it. The phone slid from her numb fingers and bounced heavily onto the rug at her feet. Her eyes registered nothing, but her mind whirled as all future plans disintegrated. David had been the one, she’d thought. Despite their long-term on-and-off relationship, she’d always hoped they’d forge a serious future together.

Serves me right for trying to hook a guy outside my age group. She fell back until her shoulders hit the sofa, then she allowed herself to slouch, both hands pressed against her forehead. A long growl of frustration burst from her throat. Even with two men in her life, one younger and one older, she’d completely failed to draw either of them into anything other than peripheral interests.

They should both be adoring me, she muttered. "Worshipping at my feet. No, they should actually be worshipping my feet. Urgh!" The urge to scream became unbearable, so she seized a cushion and pulled it against her face, letting her feelings explode into the soft fabric. After ten seconds of primal release, her anger turned to sobs, but she quickly stifled them, hurling the cushion aside in disgust at her own self-pity.

Fine, then! She pushed herself upright, groaning as her abused spine struggled to realign itself. "I’ll find a man who does appreciate me!" She’d wasted more than five months on David, six years her junior, and almost as long on Ken, almost twenty years her senior. As a suitor, Ken had demonstrated a lot of potential, but the wavering dedication to his marriage exasperated her, and Cindy quit the relationship before he could dump her and crawl back to his wife. Never let it be said, she thought bitterly, that I’m a marriage breaker.

And so, she’d pinned her hopes on David, the young and handsome man she’d met on a night out with friends. Despite his lack of Pacino qualities, he proved to be a good listener, and an excellent kisser. But with an average of eighteen days between dates, the relationship teetered on the edge of failure, until he’d made more of an effort to see her, bringing Cindy back to the table, as it were. She smiled sadly at the memory of a long and passionate kiss on the bridge, an event which had since proved to be the zenith of the entire relationship.

And now he’s leaving. She bent to retrieve the phone, placing it carefully on the coffee table. Bloody Australia! Of course, it occurred to her that the destination might be a complete lie, a convenient way to put distance between them, and end the stagnant relationship for good.

See you in a year’s time, my arse, she muttered. David had thrown the possibility to her like a belated lifebelt, and she’d barely suppressed her snort of derision. Why she hadn’t told him to sod off at that moment was a mystery to her. Probably the shock announcement. She rose to her feet and sighed heavily, irritated by the way her life had turned out. It wasn’t all bad, or course. The work situation was good, and trading her old job for her new one in the city had been less stressful than she’d feared. With the move had come stability, and an end to the crazy days of screwing any guy she found moderately handsome on the now-forgotten dating site. Dependable relationships had become the new normal, and she’d done her very best to cultivate not one, but two with the hope of choosing the best when the time came to really settle down.

That worked out well, didn’t it? she groaned. Does this mean I have to start from scratch? Her feet skidded to a halt. "Why am I talking to myself?" She spun around, ready to reverse her pacing, but the tiny bedsit offered very little in the way of space. The combined living area and kitchen barely allowed her room for furniture, and the bedroom—directly above her head—was less of a room and more of a mezzanine level. Luckily, she didn’t sleepwalk, or a serious accident could occur.

I have to get out of here. She seized her jacket from a hook by the door, jammed keys and mobile phone into a pocket, then fled the tiny, confining space.

~

Thanks for meeting me, Cindy said in a weary voice.

Couldn’t leave my best friend crying in her shoe box, could I? Sandy set the coffee cups down and sat opposite. Now, tell me what happened!

"I got the phone call this morning," Cindy began.

Sounds bad.

He’s leaving me.

The bastard!

He said he’s moving away.

Sandy frowned. Wait. I thought you already dumped him. Something about him not leaving his wife? A raised eyebrow betrayed her distaste for Cindy’s ‘messing with married men,’ something she’d learned the hard way.

That was Ken, Cindy reminded her. I’ve been going steady with David for months.

Sandy raised a forefinger. David, right. Got it now. Sorry, it’s hard to keep track of all your casual shags.

Sandy!

Sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s hard getting used to you being a one-man girl. She rocked her head. I mean, two-man girl.

Tears stung Cindy’s eyes. You mean, zero, don’t you? As in zero men. Her open hands described an imaginary banner above her head. Zero. Men. Want. Me.

Wow. Sandy took hold of Cindy’s nearest hand and locked fingers with her. This has hit you hard, hasn’t it?

"My first thought was what the hell? My second was screw you. Now the reality’s hitting home."

How long were you with . . . David?

Six months. She shook her head.

And you were sleeping together?

Not really.

Sandy rolled her eyes. Cin, you either were or—

We weren’t, okay?

Did you even kiss him?

Of course, I did! He was pretty good at it.

"At least you had some fun together. But will you really miss him for that? Sandy winked. I know a lot of good kissers."

Cindy’s eyes widened minutely. Are they all men? Memories of their impromptu encounter in Cindy’s bedroom drifted through her mind.

You’re adorable. Sandy’s hand tightened around Cindy’s. But yes, I was talking about men.

I think I’ll give up men.

Does that mean . . .

Cindy smiled. I’m not turning lesbian, if that’s what you mean.

Me neither. Sandy leaned closer and lowered her voice. I love cock too much. Sean’s got a really meaty one. Fills me—

Okay, enough! You’re oversharing. Cindy screwed her eyes closed until her friend stopped. Sean’s the . . . guy from the club?

"Yeah, Sandy said slowly. I went through a phase of letting different guys take me home after work, and Sean turned out to be the best of the best."

I’m glad you found a good one.

There’re other good ones I could set you up with.

At the club?

You could even come back, Sandy suggested. Maybe they’ll let you work again?

No way in hell. Not after what happened.

"Look, I get fingered