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Bacall 1

Date: 10/3/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

technology to create the amazing ship by computer and then set such a naff story in it. ‘You’re right.’ Those were the only words she said but she held me with a gaze that made my heart race. I returned to Glenys and her librarian. It was clear, however, that their minds were on other matters and when the librarian went to the toilet Glenys squeezed my arm conspiratorially. ‘Will you be okay going home alone, Hils? Glenys is about to get laid. Isn’t she something else?’ She most certainly was. She had thick-lensed glasses, mousey hair cut tight to her scalp and wore a man’s watch. She was manly and right up Glen’s street but not mine at all. Each to her own, I thought. I said, of course, that she was lovely and I was quite happy to make my own way home. The City of Bath is genteel and a woman alone seldom feels unsafe. I cadged a cigarette from the birthday celebrant, Sandra, and went out onto the terrace to smoke it. The night was balmy and I felt no chill until I heard heels clacking on the flags for a second time that evening. I turned and saw Constance Beecham approaching. She too was smoking and she said, ‘Don’t you know smoking is bad for you?’ God, I thought, she even has the voice. ‘I don’t think one a week will kill me.’ She stood close by and inhaled deeply and I watched the smoke curling from her nose and mouth in the light from the terrace walls. Her blonde hair shone as did her lovely eyes. We stood silently, enjoying the late evening air. ‘You are Glenys’s ... friend, Hilary?’ ‘And you are Constance.’ ‘Well, at least we have reminded each other of our names.’ She smiled at me. ‘Stella says you recognised the resemblance. I don’t exaggerate it, nor do I hide it. Truth is, I like it.’ ‘I can’t say I blame you.’ ‘What did Glenys say about me?’ ‘She told me your name.’ ‘Because you asked?’ I smiled. ‘Do you blame me for asking?’ “What else did she say?’ ‘She said you were out of my class.’ This seemed to amuse her. She slipped her arm through mine casually and held my wrist gently. ‘And what do you think?’ ‘I think she may well be right.’ I was amazed when she pulled a pen out of her bag, took my hand and wrote a number on the back of it. ‘Call me on Wednesday and we’ll see.’ With that she stubbed out her cigarette, kissed me lightly on the cheek and clicked her way back into the hotel. I stayed out there, thinking but not thinking if you can understand me. I found my hand pressing on my mound, not rubbing, just pressing as if I were reassuring it. When I went back inside she had gone. Stella smiled at me as I passed and I went to the cloakroom, grabbed my coat and went home. At home and in bed I was in a seedy hotel room in ‘To Have and Have Not’ with her. I pulled my nightdress up and my fingers were her fingers as they explored me, entered me, stroked me and, ultimately, brought me to a noisy climax. Wednesday I called the number as soon as I got home from work. It went straight to her voicemail and I left a message including my number. ...