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‘I’m sorry Ver . . . Ronnie. I’m not sure I could go through with it.’
‘Don’t dismiss the idea out of hand. Think about it. I’ll ring you on Maundy Thursday. Set something up if you’ve changed your mind.’ Veronica laughed. ‘What am I thinking of. By then you’ll be fucking Sandra night and day, won’t you? What, with the house to yourself and all.’
Angie frowned. ‘Sandra doesn’t know I’ve got the house to myself. And her mum’s very respectable. We’d never get away with days, never mind nights.’
‘Tell her.’ Veronica wrapped her legs tight around Angie, bringing their groins significantly in contact and brushing noses. ‘Tell her,’ she repeated. ‘Tell her then try getting her out of your bed.’
‘Don’t be silly.’
‘Tell her, Angie. And stop arguing. Don’t you know a girl who needs fucking when you see one?’
‘I don’t know if Sandra really wants it,’ Angie fibbed.
‘I’m not talking about Sandra,’ Veronica prompted. ‘I’m talking about me.’
*****
Angie kissed Ronnie goodbye and left her packing travel bags into her Ghia. It was half past ten and, although school holidays had begun, the ladies football team was still in business and playing a game at home.
And Sandra was the star centre forward.
By now well-versed in being devious, Angie took a circuitous route past the Roebuck, doubling back to school and making her way to the playing fields. To her surprise there was a crowd of maybe fifty watching the girls and only half as many watching the “men”. There again, the girls looked fetching in their sky-blue tops and most of their crowd were male. She’d have chosen to watch the girls without a second’s hesitation.
‘Hey,’ said Suzanne in greeting. ‘What brings you here?’ Then, laughingly: ‘It’s not me, is it?’
‘Of course it is.’ Angie tried her best for a friendly smile. ‘I heard the only time you and Liz are apart is when she’s playing football.’
Suzanne surprised Angie by pecking her on the mouth and grabbing her hand.
‘Let’s make Liz jealous,’ she said. ‘She knows I want a go at your tits and watches me like a hawk if you’re on the scene. Being out there, pretending to be professional . . . It’ll do her head in to see us.’
Angie recalled her threesome fantasies and wondered if they had a realistic chance.
‘Is that Liz right back there?’ she asked.
‘Yes, she’s right back at left back. And look at the face on her!’
At that moment the home team’s winger beat her marker and sent in a high cross. Sandra was in the middle of the goal area, running towards the goalkeeper. The goalie looked odds-on to catch the ball but, leaping like a commentator’s salmon, Sandra got there first.
Fifty voices roared at once.
‘WHAT A GOAL!!’
The sight took Angie’s breath away. Sandra’s athleticism was simply awesome. Her forehead hit the ball and it literally crashed into the net.
‘Two nil and only two minutes to go,’ Suzanne said, hugging Angie and jumping up and down on the spot. ‘Is your girlfriend good or what?’
Before Angie could reply Sandra had the ball again, but this time due to disastrous defending rather than skill on her part. Given a straight run on the hapless goalkeeper she closed in, dropped her right shoulder then dinked left and rolled the ball into an empty net.
‘A hat trick,’ Suzanne yelled. ‘I told you she’s good!’
At the final whistle the sky-blues formed a line and, assisted by the spectators, clapped Sandra off the pitch.
‘Don’t think you’re keeping the match ball,’ the coach shouted, ‘there are more games in it yet.’
Sandra came straight up to Angie who hastily let go of Suzanne’s hand.
‘We’re winding Liz up,’ she explained.
‘It worked,’ said Liz, passing them and stomping off toward the dressing rooms.
‘I’d better go kiss and make up,’ said Suzanne. ‘See you about, Ange; great stuff, Sand.’
After acknowledging countless pats on the back Sandra kissed Angie. She smelt of mud, sweat and grass and was still the most beautiful girl on the planet.
‘I didn’t expect to see you here,’ she said. ‘Don’t say you’re backing out of tonight.’
‘As if I would,’ Angie paused, gathering herself. ‘I’ve got news.’
‘Go on.’
‘I have the house to myself tonight. We can go out as planned. Or . . . or we can stay in.’
Sandra’s eyes lit up. ‘Are you inviting me to a sleepover, duck?’
‘I suppose I am; a strictly two-girl sleepover. If you can swing it with your mum, that is.’
‘Consider it swung. What’s the earliest I can arrive?’
‘I was thinking about us having lunch in the Roebuck. So you can arrive at any time after that.’
‘Same time as you, you mean?’
Yes, I do.’
‘Angie Baby, do I like your style!’
Chapter Seven
Lunch in the Roebuck didn’t last long. When Sandra wasn’t urging Angie to drink her drink she was urging her to eat her steak sandwich.
‘I’m so excited,’ she kept saying. ‘I’m so, so excited.’
The bus ride from town to Angie’s village could have been embarrassing if Angie hadn’t been excited herself.
Regardless of their fellow passengers (most of them fellow villagers who knew who she was), Sandra insisted on touching her . . . kissing her.
Bugger it, Angie concluded. I’m a too-big skinhead girl with an oversexed black girlfriend. It wasn’t as if we weren’t ever going to get noticed!
And Mum and Dad won’t be back for a fortnight. I can worry about all the rumours then . . .
In no time at all they were in Angie’s parents’ bedroom, both of them quaking like aspens.
‘I’m so excited,’ Sandra said predictably.
Angie did her best to assume control. Sandra had already told her that she’d never had sex in a bed before, so it was her duty to make it memorable.
No, it was her duty to be “teacher” for a change.
Hard work, but someone had to do it!
‘Take off your jeans,’ she said, using a tone Miss Pearce would have been proud of.
Sandra obediently took off her jeans. Her knickers were stark, bright white. The contrast between her skin and the fabric could not have been more startling.
‘Omigod,’ said Angie, ‘I think I just died and went to Heaven.’
‘I’m so excited,’ Sandra said yet again. ‘Aren’t you going to strip off too?’
By that stage in her sexual development Angie wasn’t afraid to be seen naked. But she had amassed a certain amount of playfulness.
‘Let’s see your tits,’ she replied. ‘I’ve felt them often enough, but I’ve never seen them.’
‘Haven’t you had a peek in the dressing rooms? Or are you always too busy letting everyone peek at yours?’
‘This is different,’ said Angie. ‘This is as different as it gets.’
Grinning at her, Sandra took off her top and then, tantalizingly slowly, her push-up bra.
Not that she needed a push-up. Her pert medium-sized tits defied gravity. In fact they were a work of art.
‘Heaven,’ Angie repeated, ‘and Heaven really is populated by angels.’
‘I’m so excited,’ Sandra said for the umpteenth time. ‘But I don’t know what to do.’
Filled with power, Angie was unwavering. ‘You just take off your knickers and lie on your tummy,’ she commanded. ‘You’re the hat trick heroine. I’m going to massage all your tense muscles.’
‘I’m not sure if I’m tense,’ said Sandra, complying anyway. ‘Well, not in a strained sort of a way.’
Sandra’s body was truly incredible. Angie had of course seen it in dressing rooms often enough, but there in the privacy of a bedroom . . .
There in glorious daylight . . .
Well it really was as different as it got.
Admiring every last curve, Angie ran the tip of her tongue over and around all the planes of Sandra’s shoulder-blades.
Sandra moaned appreciatively.
Then Angie pushed up Sandra’s long black hair and nuzzled the back of her neck.
Sandra squealed.
Moving to the left, Angie kissed Sandra’s earlobe; tongued it; nibbled it; sucked on it.
Sandra squealed some more.
Keeping a lid on her desires, Angie ran her tongue down Sandra’s spine.
Sandra yelped, wriggled and writhed.
Then Angie arrived at Sandra’s ass and kissing, licking and nibbling didn’t seem to be enough. Using her hands with great abandon she gripped and squeezed mercilessly.
Sandra wriggled, writhed, grunted and very obviously came.
Fascinated by the strong, muscular bum before her, Angie lightly ran the very tip of her tongue along the cleft of Sandra’s backside.
Sandra yelped, squealed and very obviously came again.
Still merciless, Angie licked the backs of Sandra’s legs, starting at her buttocks and going down to the soles of her feet, simultaneously using her hands to stroke her here, there and everywhere. Knowing how good it felt to be caressed, wanting to share and share and share.
Recalling the slow strip, wanting to please and tantalize her lover.
‘Turn over,’ she finally ordered.
Sandra rolled onto her back. ‘I’m so . . .’ she began.
‘I know you are,’ Angie replied before sucking her toes, individually at first then five at a time . . . and licking the fronts of her legs. And, with great cruelty, circumventing Sandra’s pussy and attacking her torso . . . deliberately and very callously ignoring her juice-smeared inner thighs.
Worshipping those upturned tits. Sandra was bigger that medium and firmer than firm. And although her areolae were quite small her nipples were huge. So were Angie’s, come to that. She’d never been so turned on. Chewing away at Sandra’s boobies was a rewarding as heck.
Shifting position, breast to breast once more, Angie stared down into Sandra’s incredible eyes. And when she made to kiss Sandra blinked them shut. That was exactly what Angie wanted. She kissed her closed eyelids instead. Then she traced her tongue over Sandra’s arched brows.
And then she attacked Sandra’s earlobe again, albeit from an alternate direction.
Meanwhile her hand slid downwards, over round tits and flat tummy, easing its way through the short landing strip, determined to soon run her nose along the same route.
‘Shag me, shag me, shag me,’ Sandra implored. ‘Come you tease, shag me for shag’s sake!’
Grinning inwardly, Angie decided it might possibly be time to oblige.
*****
It took perhaps twenty goes at tribbing to conclude with a mutual orgasm. Neither of them minded; it was simply a case of practice making perfect.
Well, Angie did most of the practicing and Sandra made it perfect.
What a climax! Mountains springing up out of the sea couldn’t have had so dramatic an impact!!
Energy temporarily spent, Angie admired the contrasts of their skin. Sandra’s genuinely was close to being Guinness-coloured while her own was winter pale. She loved everything about them together; sight, sound, smell, feel and taste. Oh yes, fumbling upright in panties in a dark street was great but being free to fuck here on a double bed was . . .
Was . . .
‘Men are useless,’ Sandra announced, recovering the ability to speak first. ‘That thing you do . . . with your bottom bouncing up and down . . . To die for or what! Who needs a hard cock when you can do it like that?’
Angie had her hands buried in Sandra’s damp hair. Their pussies and tits were pressing together as cosy as cosy could be. The scent of all-female sex was stronger than ever.
‘I don’t need a cock,’ she said. ‘But it’s getting late. You haven’t called your mum yet.’
‘It’s not six yet. I’ll call her in a while.’ Sandra grinned at her appealingly. ‘When do your parents get home? Can we have a Sunday morning here in this bed?’
‘They’re away for a fortnight,’ Angie confessed.
Sandra gave her a look. ‘Thanks for telling me. What about the mistress?’
‘She’s away for a fortnight as well.’
Sandra pushed Angie onto her back and climbed aboard. It was her first aggressive sex move and it was a good one at that: strong, powerful and completely irresistible.
‘Are you telling me this house is yours for two weeks and your lover’s gone AWOL?’ she asked.
‘I suppose so, more or less.’
Sandra’s whoop would have woken the neighbourhood if it hadn’t only been late afternoon; as it was she probably only frightened a few dozing cats and dogs.
‘You should have said,’ she scolded, ‘but late’s better than never. So here’s the plan. You’ve been so cruelly abandoned and you’re afraid of the dark. I simply have to stay with you, to keep your demons away.’
‘What, for tonight?’
‘Do I look like a cheapskate?’ Sandra’s laugh was bordering on hysterical. ‘I’m here for the long haul, duck. You ain’t getting rid of me now.’
Angie remembered Ronnie’s prediction and shrugged.
‘So what’s the plan?’
‘I go home and sell Mum the cover story. She’ll buy it, no worries. Then maybe we go out tonight after all. And then we come back here and spend two weeks in bed. Simples, no?’
Angie felt Sandra’s hands on her tits, felt her own body starting to move tidally under her, responding to her.
‘Simples,’ she agreed. ‘Go for it, girl.’
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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading Angie’s continuing adventures.
More will follow.
LL
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