1. Horseplay 2


    Date: 2/1/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    We called the cat Stinker. That was the one with nine tails of course and entirely suitable the name was too. The other one we called Rosamund because Victoria had been at school with a Rosamund who was, she said, the cattiest girl she’d ever known. They arrived the same day by one of those miracles that Victoria seemed able to manage effortlessly. I suspected it was something to do with her privileged background. Silver spoon and all that. Springtime in our part of England is lovely. Okay, it can be chilly but it is also pretty; daffodils and primroses and crocuses. Victoria had decided we’d go to see her Aunt in Cornwall for a week’s holiday. Her Aunt was called Priscilla and wasn’t a real aunt, more a friend of her late mother. She sorted a friend to look after the animals while we were away. We took the Landrover which is a punishing way to travel any distance but does have the merit of getting you there, especially if ‘there’ is deep in the country. ‘You’ll like her and she will love you. Never married of course, just like you and me really, well, more like me.’ I looked at her enquiringly. She knew what the question was. ‘Possibly. I haven’t decided yet.’ ‘Can I ask a question?’ ‘Always, silly.’ ‘Why do you want to share me?’ She didn’t answer for a while. Eventually she said, ‘Let’s stop for lunch.’ The pub was small, typical oak beamed and flag-floored. The smell of food was inviting. Before we’d left home she’d overseen the packing which, of course, I had to do. ...
    She’d selected day clothes, night clothes (which she loved) and underwear. Clothes for walking and clothes for eating out (no pun intended). She was wearing a pair of dark brown jeans, a white shirt and a deep brown leather jacket. I was in a skirt, dark blue, with a white blouse and a pale cream jacket. We sat at a table and placed our order, fish for her, veal for me. Two small glasses of a crisp white wine accompanied our meals. ‘I’m not certain that I do want to share you. It’s one of those things that might appeal to me or might not. If I wanted to make a gift of you to Prissy or Debra, then I would. There’d be conditions of course.’ I waited. ‘Debra can be very cruel.’ ‘So can you.’ ‘True, sweetie, but then you’re mine to be cruel to. Debs sometimes doesn’t know when to stop and I’m not having you damaged.’ You can imagine that that made me feel warm inside. ‘Unless, of course, I do the damaging.’ That was less warming. ‘You’d never damage me.’ She took my hand. ‘Nor will anyone else. I’ve told you I love you.’ She then told me a lot more about Priscilla or ‘Prissy’ as she called her. ‘She and my dear departed mother were at school together. Same school that I went to.’ This was one of England’s finest, far grander than mine. ‘According to Prissy, Mother was a complete tart at school. Got shagged by at least two head girls, one laboratory assistant and two games mistresses. One of the head girls was Prissy. Mother was delighted when I told her I was les. She said, “of ...
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