Curzen Travel, on the north side of Curzen Street, had a small but smart shop front; a discreet brass plate on the wall next to the door was the only indication that another travel company shared the premises. A petite young brunette smiled and came out from behind her desk as they entered. ‘Lucy, how nice to see you, Helen is in, shall I let her know you’ve arrived?’
‘That’s okay; I’ll show myself in thanks Alison.’ Lucy kissed her on the cheek. ‘This is my new partner, Julie.’ Julie wanted to tell the girl how pretty her hazel brown eyes were and how soft and kissable her mouth, but had to content herself with a business like handshake. She felt the beginnings of that flickering pulse between her legs. Now the genie had been let out of the bottle, was she always going to think of attractive women as possible sex partners? Could young women like Suzy and Alison tell she was a lesbian? Could Lucy tell what she was thinking from the way she was looking at Alison? She glanced at Lucy, but her attention was on Alison as she showed her the front page of the Evening Standard and asked her to get Hamsworth Hospital on the telephone for Julie and bring her through to the back office when she had finished the call…
Julie eventually spoke to someone in the burns unit. Her husband had second-degree burns to the back of his hands, had received initial treatment and was comfortable, but sedated. He should be able to receive visitors after 6pm, but it would be a good idea to call to confirm.
Alison took her through to the back office which was a babble of activity, an unexpectedly large area after entering through a narrow shop front. They walked through between rows of desks, all occupied by people either talking on the telephone, or working on computers. It was open plan save for a glass box of an office, where Lucy was chatting with a tall, slim, dark haired woman, who she saw them approaching and waved them in. Julie thanked Alison for her help, kissing her on the cheek and as she pulled away, Alison’s pretty eyes held hers for a split second and she smiled. Julie’s sexual orientation had been recognised.
Lucy introduced Julie to Helen. She would have known they were sisters. Helen was older, but the shape of the face and the large brown eyes were almost exactly the same, they could have been taken for twins. It would be rather nice to see them both with no clothes on to make a proper comparison. Lucy had mentioned that Helen was lesbian and the thought of giving pleasure to both of them excited her. Helen looked her up and down before hugging her and kissing both cheeks.
‘How lovely to meet you at last Julie, I’ve heard so much about you.’ Her hands moved to rest lightly on Julie’s shoulders, retaining possession. She smiled at her sister. ‘Absolutely delightful, Lu, and I thought you were only interest in men.’ Lucy smiled back. ‘With Julie I have the best of both worlds, so hands off!’
Although she knew it was all a joke, the prospect of the glorious siblings fighting over her sent the pulse between Julie’s legs racing to the point where she desperately wanted to touch herself. She imagined both of them naked on Lucy’s oversized bed. She was kneeling between them, with busy fingers on each. She wondered if Helen’s clitoris was as big as her younger sisters. It really would be fun to find out.
‘How is he? Do we need to go back?’ Lucy’s question interrupted her train of thought.
‘No big problem. Second degree burns on the back of his hands. He’s sedated at the moment – so no visitors until this evening – if then.’
Her mobile buzzed. A text had arrived. MISSING U! SUZY XXX. She switched off. ‘Sorry about that. It was Becky; I’ll text her back later.’
Lucy looked concerned. ‘We don’t have to meet everyone today, darling. I think we should go back to Hamsworth, then you can take the car to bring Becky home if needs be. Why don’t you text her back and ask her what she wants to do?’
Julie felt a pang of guilt, but it was a great opportunity. She switched the phone on again and replied to Suzy’s text: C U TONIGHT? JULIE XXX’
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
At DebTash, Debbie and Natasha spent the morning planning production to meet the Naughty but Nice orders. Debbie had a chat over the telephone with their Bank Manager who indicated that they should be able to help. They had an appointment with him for 3pm, but his mention of a business plan had sent Debbie into a panic. She looked after the financial side of things in the partnership, but was at a loss to know how to go about it. To her surprise, Natasha took copies of all the relevant material and came back with a typed and bound business plan less than two hours later. Debbie was amazed at the detail she had managed to write in, from so little information. It had been a productive morning, everything looked so good. Last night’s threesome had been fantastically exciting, yet she still had this nagging worry that it could come back to haunt them. It was so unlike Natasha, yet she had revelled in it. Perhaps she was looking for extra thrills, but she had never thought of her as a girl who was gagging for it – as she had been since puberty. Perhaps it was time for her to find another bloke? She had missed having a good shag with a man. If that bastard Simon hadn’t let her down, she would have very likely got married. Not that it would have stopped her from having lesbian relationships, but she would have been discreet. Tash had mentioned getting together as a threesome again over the weekend. She decided to say no – she was going out on the pull.
Barrie was feeling somewhat peeved. He had been working on Debbie to spend Saturday night at Holly Cottage. He wanted to cement the threesome as a regular thing. He had watched her perform with Natasha in his body and it was something he wanted when they swapped back again. Debbie though was viewing it as a one off and even talking about finding herself a bloke. He definitely didn’t want that to happen until he had the opportunity to give her a good seeing to himself. He decided on a new tack, made coffee and took it into her office and asked in an offhand sort of way, as if the thought had just entered Natasha’s head. ‘Was Barrie’s cock the biggest you’ve ever had Debs?’
Debbie sipped her coffee thoughtfully. ‘Simon was big.’
Barrie was at a loss, Natasha had never mentioned a Simon and it was not the answer he was looking for. ‘I don’t recall Simon.’
‘You wouldn’t because I never told you. I met him when I was back-packing in Australia.’
‘Oh, I see. So was he as big as Barrie?’
‘As I said, he was big, but size isn’t everything. It’s what they can do with it that counts and Simon had the knack. Kate and I used a large strap-on dildo. It was quite fun, but not like the real thing.’
‘So why do you prefer girls?’
‘I don’t. It’s just that I’d rather have a girl than the wrong man.’
‘Simon was the wrong man?’
‘No, he was the right man, but I wasn’t right for him.’
‘That’s a shame. Do you still have the dildo?’
‘No, it was Kate’s. She took it with her.’
‘That’s a pity; I’ve never used any sex toys.’
‘I would never use it with you anyway Tash, we’re friends, not lovers and for the sake of our business I want to keep it that way.’
Barrie gave one of Natasha’s giggles to salvage the situation. ‘I didn’t mean that you should use it on me, silly. I was just thinking it would be nice to borrow a sex toy, I’ve never used a vibrator or anything like that and wonder if I’m missing out on something.’
Debbie looked at her suspiciously. Perhaps she had reached a point in her relationship with Barrie where she wanted more than cock. She knew that with her own sexual appetite, she would still have a need to play with herself, even with that grand piece of manhood on tap. She finished her coffee.
‘Have a look at my collection. You can borrow a couple if you like.’