1. Horseplay 3


    Date: 12/29/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    farmhouse grounds onto the road that led to Debra’s estate. She, like so many of Vicky’s friends, was ‘landed.’ Her aged husband had been the source of her wealth and he had, as she predicted at Burns Night, dropped off his perch in the February. This left Debra a widow, wealthy, with a huge estate and not by any means an unmerry one at that. At the funeral she had said to me, ‘The old bugger went to eternity with a smile. I saw to that. Black suits you, darling. If Vicky will let you stay after the wake I’ll fuck you if you like. No point in hanging around weeping. Last thing he’d have wanted or expected.’ I mean! The drive to her house, a pile of stone and thatch somewhat larger than Vicky’s, was rutted and spoke of generations of farming. We finally got there and I had been hoping we’d lose a tyre or experience some other breakdown but it was not to be. The last of the spring day's sunshine was weak and cast a mellow glow over everything. ‘I wish she’d get that drive repaired,’ said Vicky as we got out of the Landrover. ‘Makes me need a pee. Probably why she doesn’t.’ The front door was open and Vicky banged on the inner door which was opened by the grieving widow, wearing black. ‘Still in mourning, Debs?’ ‘Don’t be so fucking silly. I just look sexier in black.’ She kissed Vicky full on the lips and then did the same to me. Her hand accidentally (or not) slipped over my breast as she did so. ‘Lovely!’ ‘Debs, keep your hands off my tart. You’ll get chicken fat on her nice ...
    dress.’ ‘Not chicken tonight. We slaughtered a pig. Much more fun. Come on in, there is someone I want you to meet. She’s called Polly.’ ‘The barber?’ ‘Hairdresser and very particular about it. Married, of course, but left the baggage at home so she could spend a debauched night with Aunty Debra. Absolute corker in the sheets, aren’t you Pols?’ Polly was standing in the room we had entered as Debra had been saying this. Willowy, stunningly pretty, tall and slim. Her dress was a mix of spring flower colours, almost knee length and revealing long, well shaped legs in what looked to me like stockings and heels designed to make her dwarf everyone. Her breasts were firm and large and, I guessed, unfettered. ‘I do my best for you, Debs.’ Inhibitions didn’t seem to be the order of the evening. ‘Quite right too. Well now we are four so get the lovely Vicks and her current squeeze a drink. We’re doing Margaritas. Jug full of the stuff and we’re on our third so you’d best catch up. Pol’s cooking is dreadful so you’ll need to drink your way through the pain.’ I liked Polly. She was fun, good to look at and clearly not overawed by Deb’s or Vicky’s wealth. It turned out she had been to a school like mine and that her parents had wanted her to follow her Dad into the law. ‘But I told him, fuck that. A, I haven’t got the brains and B, it’s the most boring thing in the world. I chose hairdressing because men and women need their hair doing so it was a way to meet both. I met my husband when ...
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