The chant went all around the streets, "Weatherfield, Weatherfield, Weatherfield." The locals were ecstatic, the local football team, Weatherfield County, had beaten a higher ranked local team, and bitter rivals in a Manchester cup competition.
Every pub and bar in the area was packed with fans. The Rovers Return on Coronation Street was no exception.
Packed with excited and thirsty fans, the pub was extremely busy and the landlady, Jenny Conner and her sole bar staff, Emma Brooker were barely coping with demand.
Eventually, around midnight the pair finally got the glasses, washed, dried and stored away.
"Leave the tables, the cleaner can do them in the morning, I need wine, and I need it now." Said Jenny, the landlady.
She took a very chilled bottle of Pinot out of the fridge and said to Emma, "want to join me? I think we've earned this."
Emma was tired from a very busy shift and said, "thanks Mrs. Conner, but I will pass this time, I really need my bed."
"Oh come on Emma, just one drink, I hate drinking on my own." Said Jenny pleadingly.
Reluctantly Emma followed Jenny into the back lounge of the pub.
Jenny poured two large glasses of the wine, and handed one to Emma.
"Cheers," said Jenny as she clinked her glass to Emma's.
"Well that was a last hour to remember, I bet you will enjoy counting the profits." Said Emma.
Jenny said,"Johnny picks his time to visit relatives in Ireland, and Sean with his hot date, left us in the lurch, but we managed, didn't we?"
A smiling Emma replied, "we sure did, the A team!"
Following some small talk, Jenny refilled their glasses and asked, "So young lady, hows your love life?"
Emma, a beautiful mixed race eighteen year old had been dating local boy, Seb Franklin for a few months.
"Okay, I suppose, " replied Emma, then continued, "you know Seb is HIV positive, so wears a condom when we make love. Well, he is terrified it may split or come off, so we don't, you know."
Jenny replied,"Oh, that's terrible, you need a good sex life at your age," then laughed and said, "or any age to to think about it."
"So what about you and Johnny?" Asked Emma, the wine making her a little bolder than she usually was.
"Well, where do I begin?" Said Jenny, reaching for the bottle and adding wine to her glass.
"At first, it was brilliant, we were like teenagers, at it all the time." Jenny said, then realised what Emma had just told her, and then said, "oh I am sorry, sweetheart, I didn't think."
Emma reached over and touched her bosses hand, saying, "that's ok, carry on."
A smiling Jenny continued, "as you know, Johnny is a little bit older than me, and as you will find out, men of a certain age can't, you know, stay erect for as long."
"So what do you do?" Asked Emma.
The wine had quickly gone to Jenny's head and she was feeling that she could talk about her sex life to a comparative stranger. "Well," she began, "I ,you know, with my hand."
Emma smiled and said, "Seb loves it when I do that, go on."
"And of course orally," the words escaping from her lips, almost before she had thought about the reaction she would get. What would an eighteen year old think of a woman of her age, she was forty eight, giving oral sex to her husband.
"Oh I love giving blow jobs, I bet Mr.Conner does too." Emma interrupted, then corrected herself, "I mean receiving them, not giving."
Rather taken aback Jenny said, "what about Seb orally to you?"
With a sigh, Emma replied, "He can't, transfer of fluids, and all that, and you?"
"No chance, Johnny hates it, only tried it once, never again he said." Jenny then went on, "he also has premature ejaculation problems, four or five thrusts and he comes, leaving me high and dry, literally. Haven't had a decent orgasm in months."
Sensing her boss was getting upset, Emma moved closer. She didn't know why, but she moved her head closer to Jenny's and tilted her chin upwards. She then placed a kiss on Jenny's lips.
It wasn't long, or sexy in any way, and lasted no more than a few seconds.
Jenny froze.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," said Emma, standing up and reaching for her jacket.
Jenny was still seated, staring ahead, trying to work out what had just happened.
A very flustered Emma was at the door. "I am so sorry Mrs.Conner, I don't know what came over me, I will soon get another job, I have loved working for you."
Emma dashed into the bar and headed for the front door.
From the entrance to the private quarters Jenny said very loudly, "Emma, wait, don't go, we have to talk about what just happened."
Emma stopped and slowly turned around. Jenny walked slowly to her and extended her arms towards the young woman.
As Emma slowly turned, Jenny took her in her arms. Jenny hugged her tightly for about thirty seconds. Breaking the hug, Jenny looked into Emma's large brown eyes that were brimming with tears, then Jenny's lips met hers.
This time the kiss was more passionate. Emma opened her mouth slightly and allowed Jenny's tongue to slide against hers.
Jenny was confused, not sure what was happening. She was kissing another female for the first time. Not only that but it was her eighteen year old barmaid. And most confusing of all, is that it felt so good and so right.
Emma responded with her own tongue entering and dancing around Jenny's.
Jenny pulled Emma back into the lounge, and they fell onto the sofa, a tangle of arms and legs and two mouths devouring each other.
Emma was laying on top and she moved her lips from Jenny's and towards her neck. Jenny had always loved having her neck kissed, it was one of her most sensitive areas. The gentle touch of Emma's tongue and lips was making her moist in all the right places.