Page 20 of Christmas Romance Galore!
Jenny took her at her word, and before I had a chance to speak, she was straddling me again, pushing my hand back inside her. The woman was insatiable. And slightly unhinged. Jenny began to grind herself up and down on top of me.
How long did I have before she started screaming again?
I glanced at the clock: 10.58.
Jenny was right.
If we hurried, I would be able to catch the Tube home.
Wednesday December 7th
Holly was leaning against the kitchen counter and grinning at my story. “So are you seeing her again?”
I rolled my eyes. “Absolutely. I mean, who could resist the lesbian bucking bronco? She nearly broke my bloody hand.” I massaged my knuckles and flexed my hand as I said it, but even I had to laugh at the comedy of it all.
“It’s a great story to tell, you have to admit,” Holly replied, smiling.
“Hmmm,” I replied. “Maybe in a month or so. But for now, it’s still a little too raw.” I paused. “Mind you, it was definitely a first — whispering the Tube times in my ear just after I came. She was original, I’ll give her that.”
Holly let out a bark of laughter this time. “Perhaps you were the early shift.”
“Reassuring, thanks.”
“Go back, just for me,” she said, pumping her fists up and down in excitement. “Just to see what she’s got in store for date two. You don’t know — maybe she’ll invite her flatmate to join in.” Holly shot me a wink.
I laughed, then shook my head. “It crossed my mind that’s what was going to happen at the time — that this was a set-up. And what could I have done at that point? I was naked and weak — I’d just come.”
Holly shrugged. “You could have thanked the lesbian goddesses and embraced the moment,” she said. “You really have picked them so far, though. Perhaps you need some help with your vetting process.”
I ran my tongue along my top lip. “Perhaps you’re right.”
Holly ripped the top off a breakfast yoghurt and licked it clean. “Anyway, I have some news.” She was suddenly bashful. “Spurred on by your actions, I have a date tonight too — she’s five years younger than me and she likes badminton. So if all else fails, I’ve got a new badminton partner.”
“That’s the spirit,” I replied. “Reach for the stars and you might land in Milton Keynes.”
Holly waved her yoghurt spoon at me. “Shuddup.”
“What’s this woman’s name?”
Holly blushed. “You don’t want to know.”
“I do,” I said, interest piqued. “What is it?”
Holly shook her head. “It’s bizarre.”
I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “What’s she called?”
Holly took a deep breath. “Her name’s Ivy.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re joking. Holly and Ivy?”
Holly started to laugh now, nodding. “It’s ridiculous, I know.”
“Or fated. You’d make the front page of the papers if you got married. Especially if you did it on Christmas Day.” I clapped my hands with glee.
Holly finished up her yoghurt and chucked the carton in the bin. “Yes, thank you, but she’s probably going to hate me on sight. Or she’s doing it for a laugh.” She paused. “But anyway, back to you — when are you going out with Spanish Vixen lady?”
I sipped my coffee. “Tomorrow — I have a night off tonight. And if you’re going to be out with Ivy, I can do what I like, can’t I? I might lounge around here naked, sipping champagne and eating sushi.” As soon as I said it, I had a vision of Nicola Sheen lounging on the sofa beside me, dressed in her full uniform, begging me to strip it off. My cheeks coloured and I crossed my legs as my clit twitched into life.
