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  ‘Oh, you know how it is. I’m avoiding girls and trying to entertain myself with boys.’ Sand snorted. ‘As if a mere boy could entertain me like you do. What good’s an hour when I need ten?’

  ‘Never mind ten hours,’ said Angie, seizing the opportunity, ‘I can offer you three weeks.’

  Big problem! Sandra was going on holiday with her parents. Apparently a long-lost relative had invited them to visit Trinidad, out of the blue.

  ‘I thought your roots were in Jamaica,’ said Angie.

  ‘They are, but this long-lost lady lives in the Land of the Hummingbird. And all I’ve ever heard about it is good.’

  In the end, after comparing dates, they worked out they could have five nights together before Angie’s parents returned.

  ‘It’s in my diary,’ Sandra declared, ‘written in blood.’

  ‘What a small world it is,’ Angie replied. ‘I wrote it in mine five minutes ago.’

  ‘Love you, duck’ said Sand in parting. ‘Can’t wait and all that. And give Gloria one for me.’

  *****

  Agreements aside, Angie had at least half-suspected Ruby would show in the Union. She didn’t. But finding her home wasn’t an issue: Angie had visited Charlie in Ruby’s absence often enough.

  It was the top floor of a three story terrace. Visitor access was controlled by pressing a button.

  ‘Hi,’ Angie said into the intercom, ‘it’s me.’

  There was no verbal answer. Instead she heard a buzz followed by a loud click as the external door was remotely unlocked. Jogging up the familiar stairs Angie arrived at the even more familiar internal door.

  Ruby opened it before she could knock.

  Despite the uncertainty of the night ahead, Angie grinned. Ronnie, her first (significantly older) female lover, liked to answer the door in various states of undress. Ruby was clearly out of the same stable.

  She was wearing no more than a transparent green negligee and a grin.

  ‘Here to fuck me, are you?’

  Angie nodded, more than slightly speechless.

  Ruby pulled her inside, slammed the door and dived on her.

  Afterwards Angie wondered about those first few moments. Ruby behaved like a bitch on heat but did not once try to kiss her.

  Well okay, she kissed Angie’s face, neck and shoulders, but never once went for her mouth.

  Impressed by the passion nevertheless, Angie gripped the girl’s yummy ass, squeezing it as hungry lips and a darting tongue roamed over her cheeks and throat.

  ‘Fuck me,’ Ruby demanded. ‘Fuck me right now.’

  Angie had always intended to go first. She’d have fought and won to do so, had the need had arisen.

  Yes, she could have fought and beaten anybody.

  Now, confronted with the urgent request, she scooped Ruby up into a fireman’s life and carried her to the main bedroom.

  No, she carried her to Charlie’s bedroom.

  There were perhaps a million positives and negatives swirling through her head.

  She shouldn’t be about to fuck Charlie’s lover.

  Charlie’s lover wanted it as badly as she did.

  Charlie’s marital bed should be sacred.

  Fucking Ruby in Charlie’s marital bed was going to be the crème de la crème.

  Angie dumped Ruby on the duvet.

  ‘Get naked,’ said Ruby, ‘get naked for me now.’

  Angie’s hands moved automatically. She took off her backpack then discarded her abbreviated denim jacket. Then, exquisitely slowly, she removed her sweatshirt.

  Ruby’s negligee had ridden up. Or maybe she’d pulled it up while Angie was wantonly exposing her large, shapely and very springy breasts.

  ‘Oh fuck me, yes,’ Ruby said,’ pressing her hand between her thighs.

  Angie registered her rival’s expression as she raised a hand to her face, seemingly amazed that she’d got so wet.

  Obviously the girl hadn’t looked before she touched.

  Or perhaps she was a better actress than Dame Judy.

  Not that Dame Judy would get involved in a scene like this.

  Not unless her luck was right in.

  Angie kicked off her boots and socks then unfastened her jeans. All attention, Ruby kept on caressing herself.

  ‘I want you to fuck me,’ she said at regular intervals. ‘I want it so much.’

  Angie wanted it too. Ridding herself of her Wranglers, she recovered her backpack.

  ‘Here,’ she said, speaking for the first time since she’d crossed Ruby’s threshold. ‘This is for later.’

  Ruby continued caressing her pussy as Angie placed the harness on the bedside cabinet. Then, after a theatrical pause, she whipped out her biggest dildo and placed it beside the leather tackle.

  ‘Nice size,’ said Ruby. ‘Yes, yes please.’

  ‘Later,’ Angie repeated, advancing on her.

  Chapter Four

  Normally Angie followed a certain routine with new lovers. No, make that a “traditional” routine. She would be the first to admit that she was apt to go for the quick leg-over but, even so, she followed the pattern.

  Yes, the traditional pattern: attention; attraction; flirting; kissing; foreplay . . . and then sex.

  Not with Ruby, though. Okay, so maybe they’d kicked off with attention, but it hadn’t been attractive in any way. And they hadn’t so much flirted as spat and hissed.

  So fuck the kissing and foreplay, she was going straight for the sex.

  Sliding off her panties Angie joined Ruby on the bed, pulling her negligee up even higher. And yes oh yes! Ruby’s pussy was very closely shaven, with only a short triangle of dark hair remaining, pointing very suggestively downward.

  Obligingly, Angie’s hand went in the direction indicated by the makeshift arrow.

  Ruby was hot and wet. Her labia were swollen and throbbing. She was ready as ready could be.

  Angie rolled herself on board, tit-to-tit, groin to groin.

  Ruby immediately wrapped her legs around her.

  ‘No,’ said Angie. ‘Plant your ankles, open up for me.’

  Ruby complied.

  And Angie sighed. She had at least a dozen tribbing settings. They ran from just pleasuring herself to just pleasuring her lover, with all degrees of “mutual” scattered in-between.

  Needless to report, Ruby got setting number twelve.

  Using all of her pussy, Angie focused on Ruby’s clit, giving it some extremely vigorous attention. Ruby responded by shouting out loud and, within less than a minute, cumming.

  Encouraged, Angie gave her more.

  Shouting out even louder, Ruby took it . . . and took it and took it.

  Without the shadow of a doubt, the girl knew how to be fucked. And she obediently kept her ankles planted throughout. Twenty zillion orgasms and not one attempt to shift position; Angie had to admit she was the epitome of a compliant lover. In fact she was so out of character it was scary.

  Angie meanwhile was excelling herself. Her orgasm control wasn’t always renowned but now, when it really mattered, it was supreme.

  I’m in charge, she told herself. I’m in charge, she’s lost . . . and omigod isn’t she loving it!

  Finally, maybe an hour into her assault, Angie felt the familiar building sensation.

  Ruby felt it too.

  ‘Come on, come on,’ she cried, ‘cum with me baby, cum with me now.’

  ‘I’m nowhere near,’ Angie grunted, lying through her teeth.

  ‘Please, please, please,’ Ruby wailed, ‘cum with me.’

  ‘No,’ gasped Angie, ‘not yet.’

  It was too late for denials, though. They were both up there on that highest plateau, not Alpine, more like Himalayan. For an immeasurable time, maybe long minutes, maybe mere seconds, their bodies clashed frantically, desperately, on the very brink of paradise.

  ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ howled Ruby.

  ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ Angie ultimately . . . and very vocally . . . agreed.

/>   Cue a supernova explosion.

  Angie felt as if every atom in her body had been blasted to the outer extremes of the universe.

  Her yells were possibly even wilder than Ruby’s.

  And next the re-assembly; almost as satisfying as the mega-blast, all Angie’s parted atoms streamed back together, rearranging themselves in a way that was at least as good as before.

  No, they streamed back in a way that was better by far.

  ‘My turn,’ said Ruby, recovering . . . re-gathering . . . first.

  She was pushing Angie onto her back and Angie didn’t resist.

  ‘No show of superiority,’ Ruby went on. ‘We’re equals, taking equal turns.’

  By then Angie couldn’t remember what the agreement was. Equals taking equal turns sounded about right, however. And she was for once drained. The idea of letting Ruby take her turn wasn’t exactly an unwelcome one.

  Ruby was up for it, too. Clearly an adherent of the traditional routine, she even began with a kiss.

  At that stage Angie would have accepted anything short of dominance. She returned Ruby’s kiss and judged it as bordering on excellent.

  Mmmm, yes, yes please.

  Gravitating slowly downwards, going for the sort of foreplay Angie had unilaterally discounted, Ruby chewed tits. Chewed and nibbled, licked and sucked, squeezed and gnawed.

  So much for Angie’s orgasm control! She must have cum every ten seconds for thirty minutes or more.

  And then Ruby started on her clit.

  What bliss!

  *****

  Deep down inside, Angie realized that Ruby was playing her. She’d been the rampant lover, after just one, manlike thing. Meanwhile Ruby was making love to her like a woman, with great skill, patience and tenderness. In fact Ruby was sticking rigidly to the script Angie had wantonly torn up and thrown away.

  But who gave a fig about roles? As far as she was concerned this was an ice-breaking exercise.

  And, as love-making went, she’d had far worse. Another hour or two of the same wouldn’t go amiss.

  At last taking her tongue off Angie’s pussy, Ruby smiled up at her.

  ‘It’s probably your turn again,’ she said, ‘but can I?’

  Angie followed Ruby’s eyes as far as the harness.

  ‘Oh go on then,’ she replied, ‘twist my arm.’

  Ruby needed to adjust a lot of leather straps to secure the harness on that sexy ass of hers. Angie, watching as keen as keen could be, couldn’t help recalling the feel of the girl’s green talons digging into her ass . . . those lovely, scary talons of Ruby’s, deeper than deep and twice as exciting.

  Oh yes, yes please!

  ‘What is it?’ Ruby asked, flourishing her newly-acquired member, ‘six inches or seven?’

  ‘It’s eight,’ said Angie, ‘my lucky number.’

  Ruby laughed at that. ‘Hopefully it’s lucky for both of us.’

  Allowing the smaller girl to climb on top, Angie followed her own early instructions and anchored her heels into the mattress. Ruby, showing considerable prowess, immediately ran the tip of the dildo up her slit.

  Angie screamed.

  The sensation was best-ever.

  ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me,’ she gasped.

  Ruby responded by sliding an inch or so inside of her.

  Renewed bliss! How did Ruby know her favourite trick!!

  No, scrap that, Ruby was a girl; of course she knew her favourite trick.

  She was exceptionally good at it, too. And, when she slid in another inch or so, she found Angie’s G-spot straightaway.

  This time Angie didn’t scream, she bellowed loud enough to wake the dead.

  Maybe fucking with Ruby wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

  *****

  They took their first timeout around eleven o’clock, side by side and on their backs.

  ‘And so the new lovers rested,’ said Ruby. ‘Their hearts were beating as one. They were breathing in the same air, in perfect harmony, old differences forgotten.’

  ‘Have you been reading Mills & Boon?’ Angie wondered.

  ‘Not likely.’ Ruby snorted. ‘I guess it’s my clumsy way of asking if everything’s going okay.’

  ‘Put it like this,’ said Angie, ‘you’re on for that date tomorrow night. I’m going to wine you, dine you, and then I’m going to bring you back here and fuck your ass off.’

  Ruby paused before asking: ‘Do you?’

  ‘Do I what?’

  ‘Do you do asses; that’s what.’

  ‘Only if lube’s involved,’ Angie confessed after minimal hesitation.

  ‘I’ll get some in the morning,’ said Ruby. ‘I don’t keep any here because, unlike Dani, Charlie doesn’t do asses. Dani’s annoying though. She’ll give but won’t take. As I am sure you are already aware.’

  Angie answered with a shrug. She didn’t really want to discuss Charlie or Dani. Sadly, Ruby had other ideas.

  ‘Dani told me about you and her,’ she went on. ‘When I’m here with Charlie, you’re at hers. And when I’m at hers, you’re here with Charlie.’

  ‘I think you’re paranoid,’ said Angie. ‘There are other women in my life; Sarah-Jane and the so lovely Madhu, to name but two. I haven’t the time to be as devious as you make out.’

  ‘Tell me about it,’ said Ruby, dismissively.

  ‘No, for real; Madhu alone occupies half my love life.’

  ‘Madhu’s as fit as fuck.’ Ruby, chuckled. ‘Here, feel this. I’m hard just thinking about her.’

  Ruby was still wearing the strap-on and, naturally, when she led Angie’s hand to it, it was hard.

  ‘Promise you’ll stop being jealous,’ said Angie. ‘Promise me that and I’ll let you do anything.’

  ‘It’s your turn again. And I haven’t got the lube yet.’

  ‘Okay, make the promise and you can fuck me out of turn. And you’ll get first go tomorrow night. With the lube, I mean.’

  ‘You do realize that Charlie wants me to be jealous?’ Ruby was untypically earnest. ‘Sometimes she begs me to humiliate her.’

  Her words had the ring of truth but again Angie did her best to shrug them off.

  ‘That’s fair enough,’ she said, ‘just humiliate her behind closed doors in future. No more dog chains in the Union Bar.’

  ‘Okay.’ Ruby grinned, most likely with fingers crossed behind her back. ‘I promise.’

  Chapter Five

  (December 1997)

  Angie didn’t head straight for home when term ended. The way she saw it, there wouldn’t be much for her to do when she got there. Sandra would be jetting off to the Caribbean and Ronnie would be away roaming the UK, painting landscapes and sleeping with old girlfriends.

  Ronnie had lots and lots of old girlfriends; far more than Angie’s five pre-uni conquests. A full month of roaming wouldn’t cover half of them.

  Or maybe not even a tenth.

  In the absence of Sandra and Ronnie, home seemed barren. Suzanne and Liz would be all over each other, like something out of Love Story. And Abigail was only tolerable in small doses.

  No, staying where she was for a fortnight or so was a better option. By staying put she could start her New Year’s resolution early and turn over a new leaf.

  The plan was to address several shortcomings at once. Although Angie’s studies were going well she still saw room for improvement. So far she’d never set foot in the University’s main library. It was due a visit and there couldn’t be a better place to study in than a mostly deserted library, could there? That was how she was going to fill her time; by intensive studying.

  There was room for improvement in her eating and drinking, too. For the last year or so she’d simply consumed whatever she fancied, whenever she fancied. Now she intended to flush out her system by abstaining from alcohol and having three regular meals a day in the refectory.

  Abstaining from sex would also do her good. Not forever, of course, but at least until Sandra got back. Okay,
so it wasn’t such a heroic gesture: with all her friends off home already she hadn’t much choice in the matter. But hey, at least she could catch up with some sleep.