This story is dedicated to Cargy1uk. I had never thought of using soap characters in an erotic story until I read his work. Now I can have them doing all the things they ought to be doing instead of sitting in the Rovers Return moaning.
Author's Note.
It's a little known fact but all the characters in your favourite soaps actually exist as real people. What you see on the screen is the more mundane part of their lives being performed by actors chosen for their uncanny resemblance to the originals. It became necessary to employ actors and to severely edit the scenes transmitted because in real life the characters are totally preoccupied with sexual activity of every type you can imagine and a few that you can't. (Yes I mean you Sally Webster, you brazen hussy).
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What follows is a storyline deemed unsuitable for use as a plot in the foreseeable future. But in a few years time, who knows?
Gail was standing at her living-room window looking out into the street. She was smiling quietly to herself as she spoke to her best friend who was sitting on the sofa in the bright sun-lit room.
"I think Martin fancies you Sally, I've seen the glances he gives you when he thinks you're not looking. You could do worse you know, he's not bad looking and he's quite good at, um, making you feel good, if you know what I mean. If you gave him some encouragement I'm sure he'd make it worth your while.
Sally came and stood behind Gail, looking over her shoulder at the outside world. "I don't need Martin to make me feel good." Her hands rested a moment on Gail's hips before moving round to cup the older woman's soft naked breasts as she crushed her smaller, firmer tits hard against Gail's back. "I think one Platt at a time is enough for anyone. Especially when they can lick a girl's cunt the way you do."
Gail turned to face her and the two women wrapped their arms around each other as they gently pressed their lips together. As Sally inhaled she detected the faint remains of the scent of her pussy juices on Gail's mouth.
At last Sally broke the kiss and led Gail by the hand to the sofa where they sat side by side. "I've got to tell you something Gail. When I said, one Platt at a time was enough, I really meant it. But, well, to be honest, I've already had the other Platt. I hope you don't mind but I shagged Martin last week. You remember that night when we all had a bit too much to drink in the Rovers? Martin walked me home and I invited him in for a coffee. We ended up in bed and we've done I t a few times since.
Gail raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to one side. "Sally, that's lovely. I've got Richard and you've got Martin and we've still got each other. Do you love him?"