Author's Note
This story picks up from "Holding Out for a Hero", "Irresistible Attraction", "Sexual Desire" and "Saving Julia's (So Sexy) Ass". As usual I've tried my best to make the story readable in its own right, to save readers who missed earlier episodes having to backtrack. Hopefully Heather's "catching up" early on in the tale will tell everyone all she/he needs to know.
That much said I feel the need to add a sort of spoiler alert. Those familiar with Heather will know by now that she is "well on the lezzie side of bi". In Chapter One she does spend a night with a guy but worry not: I've gone into hardly any detail and it's all for the good of the (otherwise lesbian) plot.
Guys! Huh, who needs them anyway?
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Chapter One
(April 2002, Lancashire: Friday afternoon)
When she looked back on the last five or six months Heather struggled to believe how domesticated she'd become. Previously she'd bed-hopped her way through life, forever in pursuit of "beautiful" and "new" when it came to bed-mates. Since October she had limited herself to merely three lovers, all of them beautiful, naturally, and all of them exceptionally hot.
But only three! She'd been used to taking three new lovers a week. Having a mere three in six months was . . . Well, it was simply incredible.
During this change of lifestyle she had been seeing mostly Julia ("seeing" in Heather's brand of jargon meaning "sleeping with and shagging the arse off"). Varying between Julia's place and her own they'd averaged close to four nights out of every seven.
And why not! Julia was a fellow university student, albeit on a totally different course. She was black, tall, and stunningly good-looking; almost certainly the best-looking person Heather had ever set eyes on, never mind repeatedly shagged. Cast together by a random twist of Fate, they had quickly got to the point where they couldn't keep their hands off each other. In fact they reached that point perhaps after just one single day and it was the same situation right now, half a year down the line.
Before Heather, Julia had been a virgin as far as girls were concerned, although she hadn't let on that fact until the morning after. Heather had been astounded. She wasn't a virgin in any sense of the term and, off hand, couldn't recall having had very many more satisfying female lovers.
Yes, legions of lovers and only a handful who could begin to compare.
There again Julia oozed sex. A girl wanted to cum just looking at her. Getting to touch, taste, feel and smell as well as look was obviously going to do the trick.
If that first night was sensational here comes breaking news: having sex with Julia only ever got better because the more they did it . . .
Well, use your imagination and multiply the result by ten!
Heather had split the other three nights of the week as so: one for Lorna, one for Carole and the other for much-needed beauty sleep.
(Not that she really needed any more beauty. Tall herself, raven-haired and needing no makeup at all she looked good without trying. Oh yes her face was pretty enough and her honed, toned and tanned body always attracted more than its fair share of attention.)
Lorna was also a fellow student on a totally different course. She was a little on the short side but had a great figure which went well with her sexy looks, her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. She had also given up her girl on girl virginity to Heather and also got even better every time the two shared a bed. There again, she was getting in lots of practice. While Julia had limited herself solely to Heather over the last six months, Lorna had taken to bed-hopping like a duck takes to water.
If anyone was helping herself to three brand-new (female) lovers every week nowadays, it was Lorna.
Carole . . . otherwise known as WPC Green . . . was the intriguing older woman. Mysterious about her age (she was somewhere in her early thirties) with short brown hair, Bambi's mother's irresistible eyes and a sexual appetite to match Heather's own ravenous, insatiable hunger. She was also experienced in the ways of women . . . no, make that very highly experienced indeed.
Shagging with Carole was always a privilege.
And there it was: Heather, the girl who didn't do relationships had been in three simultaneously for the last half year. Nobody else had had as much as a look in.
Well, nobody else apart from her old school chum, Mary Rose. They'd had a fortnight in Tenerife over Christmas and another in Lanzarote over Easter. But Mary Rose didn't count. They had holidayed as lovers ever since they were teenagers, in both instances courtesy of the Bank of Dad. Chances were they would maintain the tradition forever.
Back and two weeks into the last term of the academic year Heather was quite content with her lot. At least she was until Carole called with the bad news, not two hours before they were due to meet for a night of hot, hot, hot!
'There's a bastard flap on,' she said in greeting. 'I'll be lucky to get out of here before midnight. Sorry and all that, but that's how it is.'
'Brownie points for working over,' suggested Heather.
'More like getting the big heave-ho if I don't,' Carole replied with a short, sharp laugh.
'Don't worry about it,' said Heather, 'we can always catch up next week.'
Now Carole's laugh was longer and warmer. 'You always want to fuck all night. How can we catch up for two nights in only one?'
'Trust me, babe, I'll find a way.'
Confirming next week was no miss, even if at the cost of her coveted job, Carole rang off.
'Rats,' said Heather. She was in the university gym, circuit training as was her wont late afternoon on a weekday, mobile by her side as ever. Then, aware she'd lost count of her trunk curls and guessing she had already done more than this circuit's fifty, she chuckled.
'Guess I'd better find something else to do,' she muttered as she moved on to bench-pressing.
*****
The obvious answer was to call either Lorna or Julia, with the emphasis on Lorna. Heather had spent the last two nights with Julia and saw Lorna but once a week, so it only seemed fair to ring her first.
Or was it?
Brooding over her impending decision she left campus, avoiding the Union Bar and heading for home. But the lure of a pub entranced her in. Two pints and I'll make my mind up, she assured herself. Make it three and I'll toss a coin . . .
The pub of choice was well-known to her and, as ever, didn't disappoint. They sold Tetley's that came from the iconic brewery in Leeds rather than the not-quite-so excellent brewery in Warrington. Bingley lasses like Heather appreciated the difference. Two pints pulled to perfection, as if she'd been in The Star on York Street, back home in God's Own County.
Biting the bullet, she called Lorna . . . and was immediately dismissed. 'I'm already out with Maxi,' the little minx said. 'Certain . . . assurances . . . have already been given.'
Sniggering as she rang off Heather supposed she'd best ring Julia. But, in the two seconds it took to find her number, Martin came up to her table. 'May I?' he asked, indicating the stool opposite hers.
Martin was on her course and played rugby. He often showed up for lectures on Mondays with bumps and bruises plain to see. Once he'd even showed with his nose flattened against his right cheek.
Okay, so he was a bloke, but Martin had a lot going in his favour.
And just look at the biceps on him. . .
'Sure,' said Heather. 'Fancy a refill? I'm due another.'
'I'll get them,' he replied, like a typical man.
Heather rolled her eyes. 'You can get the next ones,' she said. 'If that insults your masculinity in some strange way, you can get the next three or seven or ten. I made an offer so be polite and accept it.'
