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).
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 smiled back at Sally. "Has there ever been just one time in your life when you've had enough? I mean, most people stop to catch their breath between sessions but you just blot your minge on a tissue and you're raring to go again. You are right though. A thick juicy cock would be the very thing to fill in the time before I have to get the kids' tea ready. Trouble is, how do we get one at such short notice this time on a Thursday afternoon?"
Sally reached down and scratched where it itched. "Let's play the chance game. We haven't done that for weeks."
Gail stood up and crossed to the window. "OK, Sall. Let's go for number three."
Sally moved to join her and the two naked women leant on the window sill, resting their breasts on their forearms as they watched the corner and waited. The third man to round the corner was going to get his balls emptied regally by the time they had finished with him.
There were very few people on the street at that time of day and they had to wait a couple of minutes until the first body appeared round the corner. It was Roy Cropper. Gail giggled. "I'm glad he wasn't number three. He is THE most boring man in the Street. We were getting ready to fuck last week and he spent a good ten minutes telling me the Latin names for every fold of skin in my pussy. Then he told me he was going to insert his glans penis between my labia minora.
Sally laughed, "It wasn't a complete waste of time Gail, at least he taught you to speak Latin."
"It wasn't a waste of time at all. He was really quite a good fuck. He certainly lasted a long time. He said he distracts himself by pretending he's on a train and he recites, in order, all the stations it passes through from Manchester to London. He said we were just approaching the outskirts of Oxford before he started to come."
Sally continued to stare down the street as she quietly said, "He only made it as far as Stockport with me."
Sally grinned to herself as she heard Gail mumble, "Bitch," and they both continued their patient wait.
The next man to appear was Ken Barlow and they both groaned in chorus. "Boring, boring," said Gail. Sally replied with a terse, "Wanker, nice bum for an old bloke though."
"Yeah," Gail agreed. "And he's a lot cleaner than a lot round here. Trouble is after a fuck all he wants to do is talk to you. I think I prefer the ones who fart and turn over to sleep, unless they're up for it again, of course."
After they had watched the corner quietly for another few minutes, eager to discover who fate had chosen for them, Gail broke the silence. "You were telling me about you and Martin but we got side-tracked after the first blowjob what happened after?"
No sooner had Sally started back into her tale than Gail saw a movement at the corner and shut her up by pointing at the approaching figures.
She murmured, "Oh shit! Now there's an idea worth exploring."
Sally looked down the street at Tyrone and Maria as they walked hand-in-hand towards the house. "OK, Gail, We'll give him a try, but how do we pry him away from Maria?"
Gail shook her head, "No, we're not allowed to separate them, we have to take them both on, like a matching set. It's in the rules. They were both number three."
Sally looked puzzled, "Any ideas of how we do that?"
Gail quickly moved into action. "Hmm. I think we can swing it. Is that bit of copper pipe still on the bathroom window sill?"
"Sally thought for a second, "I think so. Why?"
Gail slipped a dressing gown on and threw another to Sally. "Put that on and call them over when they get nearer. Say you want Tyrone to help with a sticky tap. She hurried from the room as a bemused Sally went back to the window and waited for the young lovers to move into calling range. Meanwhile Gail was busy in the bathroom. She put one end of the pipe over the hot water tap handle and jammed it solidly in the off position. Then she hid the pipe under a pile of washing and rejoined Sally. She had just explained what she had done when the young couple walked by the window. "Tyrone. Hello. Up here."
Tyrone and Maria looked up at the window as they kept walking and chorused, "Hi Sally."
Sally was now looking at their backs as they continued along the street and she called more loudly. "Tyrone, could you help me. My bathroom tap's stuck and I need a strong man to unjam it. Could you spare a second?"
Tyrone turned and walked back followed closely by Maria. "No problem Sally. I'll have it done in a jiffy."
Sally went down to open the door and a few moments later the young couple entered the sitting room. Maria smiled as she saw Gail sitting on the sofa with her legs folded under her. Sally stood by the door and said, "I'll show you where it is, Tyrone. Maria can keep Gail company.
As Maria moved towards the sofa and Tyrone walked along the passage, Sally held both hands up to Gail with all the fingers extended. She mouthed the words, "Ten minutes" at her and disappeared in pursuit of her prey. Gail patted the seat beside her and said, "Make yourself comfortable Maria, he won't be long."
By the time Sally caught up with Tyrone he was already in the bathroom. As she arrived at the door he asked, "Which tap is it Sally."
She didn't have time to panic. Before she finished saying, "Um, er, it's the..." he had checked the two sink taps and moved to the bath. "It's the bath tap," she said. He turned the cold tap on and off again. "...Not that one, the other one," she concluded.
Tyrone grabbed hold of the hot tap and tried to turn it on. It didn't budge. "I'll soon have this fixed Sally," he said and took a fresh grip. As he exerted more force his face contorted and he suddenly let go shaking his hand violently to ease the pain. "Fooking hell."
As soon as he realised what he had said he started to apologise.
Sally was more amused than offended and she smiled at him. "Don't worry about it Tyrone. I've heard the word before. I bet there's plenty of 'fooking' going on at Vera's when you and Maria get together, isn't there?" She took a step closer and continued to tease him. "I bet there's all sorts of stuff happening when a randy young stud like you gets started."
He looked at his feet and mumbled, "Oh aye."
