Chapter One
(Sunday 13th October 2002)
Heather woke with a guilty start, wondering where she was and, more to the point, how on earth she'd fallen asleep. Normally sex revitalized her. Normally there was zero chance of her dozing off before it was time for breakfast.
Not that last night had been remotely "normal".
She chuckled as memory flooded back. She was in Viola's bed, wasn't she? Or, being more precise, she was on it. And they'd been there an awful long while. Although they had gone out for drinks and a curry first, they'd gone out early. She couldn't be certain, but surely they had been a Vi's by ten at the latest.
What was it now? She was lying on her side, facing the window and could see daylight through a gap in the curtains; only dull daylight, granted, and no sunshine as yet. Gut instinct said it was somewhere in the region of seven of a morning.
Nine hours' non-stop action, she concluded. That's why my jaw aches and my tongue has a touch of repetitive strain.
Yet again!
So what's new!!
Chuckling some more, she analyzed her situation. Not wanting to scare inexperienced Viola off in any way, she'd "persuaded" the ebony-skinned beauty to play with her, by means of introduction. And Vi had obliged in an intimate sort of a way. Then, at perhaps midnight, partly sated and fully encouraged, Heather had taken over the active playing and . . .
Well put it this way, she'd put in a quite an extended stint. Even doing her best to be untypically gentle and tender, it wasn't much of a surprise her jaw was aching.
Now they were both partly sated . . . or so she sincerely hoped.
Partly sated, but by no means totally done.
Or so she sincerely hoped.
"Partly" meant "not completely", didn't it?
And "not completely" meant "let's go for more".
She could remember a lot of kissing after her opening stint. It had been nice, undemanding and it had gone on for ages. In fact hadn't it already been starting to get light when Viola said she needed to visit the loo?
That couldn't have been more than an hour ago, thought Heather. With any luck I only nodded off for ten minutes. Hopefully my reputation's not trashed beyond repair.
She chuckled yet again. There she'd been, mid-sex, left alone on the bed for no time at all and falling asleep just like that! How could she ever live it down?
Ten minutes or hours and hours; how could she ever live it down?
Stuff the history, though. Right now she agreed with Buddha. The past was already gone. The present moment was the one to think about. Well it was to a girl who had just woken to find Viola snuggling up to her from behind, their soft curves fitting perfectly. Better still, Viola's strong dark brown fingers were on her boobs; tenderly clasping them. What was there not to like about that?
Nothing at all; that was what. And Viola was previously untouched by female hands . . .
My ass, thought Heather decisively.
Then, thinking more about Vi's ass than her own, she smothered a laugh. The lesbian community at their university was large, loud, proud and exceptionally knowledgeable. Heather was bi rather than strictly lezzie but had always preferred girls and was well up on the local gossip. If, before last night, Vi had been anything less than one hundred per cent hetero, she would have known about it.
Yes, she might not have known all the nitty-gritty details, but she'd have known the essentials.
Meaning who and when if not where and how.
Yet not one word had ever been spoken about Viola. All said and done, she was the sort who caused no end of sleepless nights for girls whether they believed they were straight or not. Okay then, so she did it most for lezzie girls with bold ambitions . . .
Strike one for Hev's team. Strike one for women who had sex with women.
And good grief, what a turnaround Viola had performed! Zero to sixty in no seconds flat!!
As if reading her mind Viola moved. Those strong fingers of hers shifted over Heather's boobs, gently stroking her, turning her already-hard nipples into thimble-like rocks. Simultaneously, as if by pure co-incidence, Viola nuzzled and kissed Heather's neck and shoulder blades.
Heather sighed. Fitting together so perfectly was . . . well, it was perfect . . . but being nuzzled like this was next to divine. If this went on forever she wouldn't complain.
As if anyone with half a brain ever would!
Eventually, unexpectedly, one of Viola's hands drifted lower, leaving Heather's boob, heading steadily south, crossing her infamous washing-board of a stomach and onto her abdomen without hesitating in any way or form.
My word, Heather marvelled, I've created a monster!
Cue another smothered laugh. Heather's lack of self-control was as infamous as her six-pack. In brief, she had been known to go over the top.
Like often, and big-style!
Okay, okay, so she was commonly known as "Hurricane Heather", and that was when she was trying to behave herself. Yet last night, in bed with a girl who more than resembled a top supermodel, a girl who was, by any stretch of the imagination, eminently shag-able, she'd been the epitome of restraint.
That's what's encouraging her; I overdid the restraint. Now she thinks she's supposed to be the girl in charge!
How ironic was that? A few sympathetic amateur theatrics had worked only too well.
But am I bothered?
The answer was a very resounding no. Conveniently forgetting the hours and hours she'd spent with her head snug between Vi's legs, Heather made no effort to resist the renewed onslaught.
'Omigod yes,' she gasped instead, 'do me, do me please!'
Viola very eagerly obliged.
Maybe Heather's acting was better than she supposed. Maybe she was simply being honest . . .
Or maybe Viola really was gifted beyond compare.
Whatever it was, it was brilliant. No, better than brilliant, it was spectacular
And it genuinely was. It was exceptional! It was better than best!!
Whatever the root cause, Heather's body was responding as well as ever.
No, it was responding supremely, beyond any measures she'd even dreamed of.
'More, more, more,' she yelled, 'yes, yes, yes!'
Using experience beyond her years (and massively beyond her supposed experience), Viola directed all her attention onto Heather's favourite place, her magic button. She kept it there too, right up to the point of orgasm, then she shoved those deft fingers of hers into what at that very instant had to be the world's tightest, hungriest fanny.
And she did it well, hitting every last one of Heather's hot spots.
She made the whole universe explode.
'More, more, more,' Heather screamed, 'yes, yes, yes!'
*****
Viola's natural skill wasn't restricted to her fingertips; her instinct was involved too. Increasingly aware of Heather's needs and desires, she never once paused as her willing victim came and came. Instead she pressed on and on and on, alternating between internal and external attention, always seeming to know exactly what to do for the best.
Grateful and only too happy to be at the mercy of the girl in charge Heather sighed and cried, moaned and groaned, wriggled and writhed, regularly flooding the bedsheets with unladylike gusto.
Goodness only knew how much she leaked. It certainly wasn't a few cubic mils; it was more like pints or even gallons.
And didn't the release feel good!
Finally, countess cums later, Viola pushed her onto her back.
'I need to taste,' she said, sounding unexpectedly nervous. 'I need to repay you for last night.'
