Langley Circle Formation Ch 18

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. Thank you for reading. All feedback is greatly appreciated.

Thanks for sticking around for the next instalment. This episode contains lesbian sex and roleplay encompassing dressing up and pet play as well as some non-sexual age play.

Previously on Langley Circle... Josh and Nicky got distracted during a revision session, something that remained a secret from Bella for all of about five seconds. Whilst the friends ruminated on how to ween Antoinette off her new vibrator and "pop her cherry", Bella was glad of the distraction after her distressing encounter with Ted earlier in the day.

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Season Two, Episode Eighteen

"I just don't like it." Nicky gnawed at her bottom lip. Even after sleeping on it, Sally's idea made little sense to her.

Sally shrugged. "I totally get that." She stepped aside to let an old woman with a dog trundle past before jogging to catch up. "I knew you wouldn't like it, I even said as much, but it's the only solution I can think of."

"Surely there has to be something else," Nicky replied, then frowned. "I'm not certain it's a problem that needs a solution. For that matter, why is it even our problem at all?"

"Because we can all empathise with Toni," Bella said, sweeping her hair back off her face and shifting her bag of books from one shoulder to the other.

"We've all been there, and we all would have wanted better," Sally chipped in. "You can't deny you would have given anything to have someone guide you and help make the right choices. Let's face it; the worst person to be put in charge of a woman losing her virginity is the guy she chooses to have sex with. He's only focussed on getting his dick in, and rarely concerns himself with feelings, but this way--"

Bella cut back in. "This way we control the narrative. It's too late for us, but we have a chance to make a difference for Toni."

"Yeah yeah, I get it; I can't argue with any of that. I wish I'd had someone who gave a shit helping me, but why does the solution have to involve Josh?" Nicky's tone took on a whining quality that was unattractive even to her. "Especially considering Toni's obsession with him; it feels like I'm giving her what she wants."

"That's the genius of the plan," Bella said as they entered the central library, heading for the stairs to the second floor study rooms. She lowered her voice as they made their way through the quiet stacks. "First, Antoinette gets to lose her cherry in a way that is caring and considerate, thanks to us orchestrating it and managing lover boy. Second, you take the sting out of her obsession by obliterating the anticipation, and you're in control. You make it clear that this is strictly a onetime thing. Third, we help Toni over her nervousness and confidence issues around sex, allowing her to plough on with the nerd twins or whoever else she wants, thus ultimately diverting her attention away from Josh."

"And the best part," Sally whispered as they sat down at one of the large tables and began taking out books. "Is that Antoinette will see that we are being nice, rather than warning her off Josh, which might risk damaging their friendship."

Nicky chewed her lip. She really wasn't sure about any of this. On the face of it, everything Sally and Bella were saying made sense, and if it hadn't been her boyfriend who was the subject of the plan, then she'd be all over it, but it was her boyfriend. She was already effectively sharing him with Bella and Sally... and Trudy for that matter.

Nicky didn't actually mind sharing him; she had become more comfortable with the idea recently, much to her own surprise. It shocked her how much she liked seeing him with other women, assuming she could join in the fun as well of course. Sally and Bella were equally as much fun for her to party with as they presumably were for Josh. Besides, she got a kick out of enabling Josh to play the field. She knew she could end the sharing if she wanted to, but so far, she simply hadn't wanted too.

Trudy was a different matter entirely. The feelings that Josh had towards his step-mum pre-dated Nicky's relationship with him by a long way, and it was such a unique situation that Nicky was happy to give them a free pass. Of course, the fact that Trudy had an astonishing figure and was equally welcoming and accommodating towards Nicky and her friends, was just about a ton of icing on the cake. Trudy's curvy body and veracious sexual appetite was currently one of Nicky's most favourite things to indulge in. Not to mention Trudy had a quite stunning breadth of knowledge and experience that they were all benefiting from.

Antoinette however was different. Until recently, the woman hadn't been on Nicky's radar at all. After discovering that Antoinette was somewhat obsessed with Josh, Nicky had preferred to keep clear of her, and more importantly keep her away from Josh. Now though, Nicky was beginning to like the woman, and not only because she was important to Josh. She'd probably never have chosen Antoinette as a friend; they were quite different. Antoinette was somewhat of a tomboy, a gamer, nerdy and had very different music and pop culture tastes, but then again, in many ways so did Josh. Nicky could see herself being friends with Antoinette despite their different interests, but would she be prepared to share Josh with the redhead? Her gut reaction was to say no, but now that she was actually considering the benefits, including her new fondness for the woman, Nicky wasn't quite so opposed to the idea.

Antoinette was pleasant enough, and Nicky had no reason to dislike her. If she was going to consider "lending" Josh to her, it begged the question, did she have any interest in the woman... sexually. If not, could she disconnect enough to let Josh take Antoinette's virginity without being involved in any way? That would probably be very difficult; However, upon further consideration, far from repulsing her, the idea of being a part of the "cherry popping" experience actually excited her.

"Umm" -- Nicky bit her lip as Sally and Bella eyed her expectantly -- "I think I might be coming round to the idea."

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Beth glanced excitedly at the clock... again. The minute hand had barely moved since the last time she'd checked; was it broken? She allowed herself a bashful grin. Of course it wasn't broken. The fact was, she was waiting for Megan to arrive, and consequently every passing second felt like a minute and every minute like ten.

When Dean had told Beth he was comfortable for her and Megan to play without him, she had all but cried with joy. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the times when the three of them were together, because she most certainly did. Their sexy threesomes were fast becoming some of the most memorable and enjoyable times of her life, but Dean wasn't able to be around every time she was horny for Megan, he had to work during the week.

Beth also had to work, but she was very much her own boss, which meant she could be productive at any time of the day or night; all she needed was her laptop and a bit of peace and quiet. The better use she made of her work hours, the more time she could have to play with Megan, which was precisely why she was so excited now.

It was barely ten in the morning, but Beth was already wound up into such a tight ball of horniness that she feared for her ability to last out the day. During the last couple of hours since Dean and Nicky had left, she'd been doing her best to keep busy. She had tried to find ways to distract herself from getting lost in her own fantasies. On more than one occasion though, she'd fallen to daydreaming about what she and Megan might get up to, and ended up staring into space for long minutes. When she finally snapped out of her daze, she found she had one hand in her knickers or up under her bra. After half an hour, she had turned to cleaning, and then tried to do some work on her website; she had been determined not to masturbate, even though she was desperate for some relief. She wanted to be so totally worked up by the time Megan arrived, that she'd be unable to resist the diminutive blonde, although to be fair, Beth had trouble resisting her at the best of times.

Megan had sowed an extra seed of intrigue and excitement by suggesting that they indulge in a bit of roleplay. A couple of months ago, Beth would have frowned at that kind of suggestion, and more than likely politely declined. On the phone last night, she had agreed instantly, immediately reeling off a list of ideas, but Megan had been the one to make the decision in the end. She had told Beth to dress like an average suburban housewife and expect her at around ten, adding that Beth should treat her like a stranger when she arrived.

Beth grinned; the thrill of excitement sparking inside her as she once again checked the clock. She scowled, but then immediately brightened at the sound of the doorbell. She sprang to her feet, doing her best to refrain from actually sprinting down the hallway, an extra tingle of excitement beginning as she spotted a silhouette through the frosted glass. She paused at the door a moment, glancing in the mirror and adjusting her hair unnecessarily, before taking a deep breath and reaching for the handle.

Beth blinked in surprise at the young woman standing on the doorstep. Smartly dressed in navy skirt and suit jacket, her long black hair was pulled back and fixed in a tight bun at the back of her head. She wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and Beth didn't recognize her at all; her joy instantly deflated. A moment later though, her brain caught up and took in the slight stature, the curves of the figure and the adorable smile that could only belong to her friend. There was a moment of silence as Megan appeared to collect her thoughts, then the smile dimmed, becoming fake and impersonal.

"Good morning Madam, my name is Heather Honeypatch, and I come to you today with an exciting once-in-a-lifetime offer." As she spoke, she held out a business card, which Beth accepted.

Heather Honeypatch - Sales Executive, KnowItAll encyclopaedias.

Beth blinked and tried to think fast, instantly grasping the premise of the role Megan was portraying. She bit back a smirk and began to close the door.

"Sorry, I'm not interested, thank--"

Megan's smile slipped as she reached out quickly, putting a hand on the door. "Please, I promise it won't take but a moment; you won't regret it."

Beth smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, my husband deals with all this kind of thing; besides, I don't buy from door-steppers."

"Please!" The desperation in "Heather's" voice was clearly audible. "I know what it looks like, and you're right, but I'm very new to the job, and if I don't get at least one invite this week, I'm gonna get the sack."

Beth paused with the door half closed, casting a contemplative look over the young woman. She was fizzing with excitement about where this could be leading, of how far "Heather" might be prepared to go to make a sale. She hesitated a moment longer then pursed her lips. "Sorry, like I said, I'm really--"

"You don't have to buy anything, or even listen to the spiel; I don't even have to deliver it," Megan glanced nervously over her shoulder. "I just need to be invited in and spend a short while here to make them think I have a prospect."

Beth chewed at her lip, desperate to cave and let her in, but she was trying to hold off as long as she could... For the sake of the roleplay.

"Please. I'll be out of your hair in less than thirty minutes, and you don't have to commit to anything." Megan peered up at Beth with such a hopeful expression, that she almost broke character as she fought to suppress the urge to giggle. She took a moment to compose herself, before letting her shoulders sag.

"I suppose I can spare half an hour; I was about to put the kettle on anyway."

Megan's expression lit up.

"But don't get any ideas; I won't be buying any encyclopaedias."

"No no," Megan whispered, "that's fine. Thank you so much."

Beth Stepped back and held the door open. "Go on into the front room there."

Megan did as instructed, settling herself primly on the edge of the sofa with a large tote bag at her feet. "You have a lovely home Mrs..."

"Parker. Thank you," Beth sat down on the sofa next to Megan, her tummy fizzing at the awkward excitement of the situation.

Far from being uncomfortable, she relished the silence that followed, resisting the temptation to fill it. She glanced down at Megan's hands, which were fumbling nervously on her bare knees. The corners of Beth's lips curled up as she took a moment to admire the curve of Megan's shapely calves. The anticipation was building steadily, and as Beth looked up, heat filled her cheeks as their eyes met.

Megan bit her lip and looked away. "Umm, I don't suppose you'd actually be interested in taking a look at a sample encyclopaedia?"

Now this was interesting; how much preparation had Megan done? Time to call her bluff. "We might as well do something to pass the time." She glanced at the bag by Megan's feet expectantly.

Megan's expression slackened in alarm, but she recovered quickly, and reached down into the bag. Beth leaned closer, gasping audibly upon spotting the enormous dildo she had first discovered in Megan's dresser the night of the fateful corporate party. She flicked her eyes back up as Megan struggled to pull out a large hardback book, her face flush with a rosy blush. She quickly closed the bag and tucked it back behind her legs.

"My word, that's a big one," Beth said with a smirk.

Megan barked a single laugh, then scrunched her eyes tightly shut as she struggled to regain her composure. "Yes," she croaked the word and cleared her throat before going on. "Our encyclopaedias are the most comprehensive on the market. They shy away from no subject, spare no detail and...." She hesitated and glanced down at the palm of her hand. "... and provide the discerning reader with all the knowledge they need to forge their own path in life." She ended her speech with the cheesiest smile Beth had ever seen. The urge to dissolve into laughter was almost overwhelming, but Beth bit it back.

"Is that right," she said through worming lips.

"Indeed. I can open this book, which is only one of the twenty volumes the full set contains, to any page, and I guarantee you will find something there to peak your interest." So saying, she moved the large tome closer to Beth and opened it at a seemingly random page. Beth looked down at the paragraphs of tiny print and detailed colour illustrations. Her smile transformed into a huge grin.

"I have to admit, one or two things do jump out at me."

Megan blinked, seemingly surprised that her cheesy sales patter had actually worked. After a moment, she looked down at the book and blushed furiously at the entry that had prompted Beth's reaction. The history of "marital aids" was quite extensive, and included a number of pictures of ancient phallic shaped totems, and carved figurines sporting disproportionately enormous erect male genitalia.

"This one in particular," Beth said and lowered a finger to an illustration of a naked olive-skinned woman squatting over an enormous dildo. The fake penis was protruding from the woman's vagina as she stood with legs spread wide, an expression of determined ecstasy on her face as she attempted to impale herself on as much of the cock as possible.

Megan flapped her jaw silently half a dozen times, then glanced up at Beth with a panicked expression. "I'm so sorry; I probably should have checked that first." She reached to turn the page, but Beth rested a hand lightly on hers.

"That's ok. Like you said, they shy away from no subject and spare no detail. I dare say I could probably learn a thing or two from this entry." She smiled cheekily at Megan, who let out a soft giggle.

"Mrs. Parker I--"

"Call me Beth. Now, I believe I promised you some tea." Without waiting for a response, Beth got up and made for the kitchen. "Do make yourself at home dear; I'll just be a moment."

She paused outside the door to the front room, realising she should probably enquire as to whether "Heather" took sugar, all part of committing to the roleplay. She grinned and turned back, but instantly shrunk back around the doorframe to covertly observe the peculiar behaviour of her "guest"

Megan must have risen to her feet the second Beth left the room, as she was now standing next to the corner-shelving unit, peering at the display of ornaments and knickknacks. Beth frowned as Megan browsed like she was in a shop, running her gaze over the decorative and mostly worthless trinkets Beth and Dean had collected over the years. Megan raised a finger and tapped at her lip as she turned away from the shelves and surveyed the rest of the room. Excitement fluttered through Beth as she held her breath and tried to work out what the cheeky woman was up to. It had to be something to do with the roleplay, but what? She got her answer a moment later, when Megan lifted a crystal egg ornament from the mantelpiece, a wedding present from Dean's parents, and slipped it into her bag. Beth grinned and retreated to the kitchen, her fingers trembling with the thrill of the game.

When she returned to the front room a few minutes later with the tea and a plate of biscuits, all was in order, except of course for the missing egg. Beth deliberately avoided looking at the mantelpiece as she handed the mug to Megan.

"Here you go. Can I offer you a biscuit?" Beth extended the plate and with a motion she had rehearsed, tipped it forward sending two custard creams down onto Megan's bag. "Oh silly me, I'll just get those--"

"No, let me." Megan jerked forward, almost dropping her tea.

Beth was able to beat Megan to the bag, exactly as she had planned. It was precisely the reason why she had handed Megan the mug first. As she retrieved the biscuit, she "accidentally" nudged the bag open and then froze when she spotted the poorly hidden egg.

"Oh, I've got an egg like..." She trailed off as she looked up to the mantelpiece and let out a gasp. She turned back to Megan in disbelief. "You didn't... Did you?"

Megan leaned over, carefully putting her mug of tea down on the side table, before sitting back, clutching at her neck nervously. "I can explain."

"I'm sure you can Heather, if that's even your real name," Beth said sternly. She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Save the explanations for the police." She got up and pulled out her phone. No sooner had she moved away from the sofa, than Megan the cheeky minx was up and out into the hallway, making a break for freedom. Beth grinned and plucked up the iPhone, which the fleeing thief had dropped, in her haste to escape; she waited patiently.

A moment later, "Heather" cautiously re-entered the lounge. "You locked the door?" she said as her eyes darted back and forth nervously.

"Yes, I did," Beth replied casually as she inspected the phone that she had swiped. "I saw you stashing my egg in your bag you little thief, and so I took the precaution of locking the door while I was making the tea; I figured you'd make a break for it when I confronted you."

"Well, aren't you a right Miss. Marple. Hey, that's my phone; give it back." Megan took a step closer, but Beth held up a warning hand.

"I studied self-defence under the expert tutelage of mistress Kenso lim at the community centre, and if you come any closer, I will disable you with a rotating elbow lock... At least I think that's what it's called. On second thought it could be a rising nipple throw; I always get those two mixed up."