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Authors: Suzanne Egerton
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the planet to have a hangover?”
“Please, Ellie,” responded Fin limply, “I’ve decided not to bother about being a lesbian after all. I just want my Mummy.”
“Never mind your mother, dear, it’s a hot momma you need. You simply don’t appreciate how lucky you are to have me around as your guide and mentor. In the meantime, let’s go play.”
Good grief, she was serious.
“I can’t, I haven’t got any –” A pair of generously-cut shorts landed with admirable accuracy over her head. “ – urf.”
The scent of Italian coffee muttered its way into the bedroom, and with it the continuation of life seemed a reasonable - if still remote - possibility.
As Fin sagged at the table in the steel and glass kitchen, Ellie, brisk and efficient, force-fed her two slices of toast and marmalade. Fin just about managed to prevent their prompt return, despite her stomach trying out a few trampoline tricks in slo-mo. Two cups of delightful coffee and half a pint of iced water were persuaded to follow the toast, with some beneficial effect.
Ellie drove them to the university sports complex, and they began a somewhat erratic game of squash. Fin had been an adequate tennis player at school, but soon demonstrated that she had no notion of the technique required for squash, even if she had been feeling less delicate. However, as she began to catch on, and as the nausea miraculously receded, her strokes became harder and more aggressive. By the end of their allocated hour she was even picking up the odd point here and there, despite being totally outclassed by Ellie’s smooth and experienced movements about the court.
“Hey, you could actually turn out to be good!” shouted Ellie.
“At what, exactly?” puffed Fin, slamming the ball into a tricky ricochet.
“Squash... of course... maybe... and ladies... for sure... Gah! Cop that one, then, girl – oof, gotcha-”
“ Wooh! Take – that , right back, teacher-”
Ellie laughed, and sacrificed the next point to go over to Fin and give her a big hug, before an accomplished annihilationof her opponent which left Fin shreiking in pretended dismay.
They finally walked out through the glass door, sweat dripping from brow, nose and hair, and big dark patches showing on Fin’s borrowed camouflage vest. Chests heaving, they grinned at each other; the endorphins had done their stuff.
Ellie led the way to a row of shower cubicles, a plastic curtain across the front of each affording some privacy. It seemed quite natural to stand naked in the big tiled tray under the same frying-pan-sized shower head. Whilst attempting not to seem to stare, Fin risked brief glances which took in the pleasing sight of Ellie’s understated breasts with their dark pointed nipples, and the in-and-out of her waist. The undeniably heavy hips and thighs were complemented by powerful buttocks, rounded and shining under the spray. A voluptua from a Renaissance fountain, if one ignored the skull-cropped hair.
“Look all you like, petal,” said Ellie, pursing her lips and posing with her back against the shower wall, head turned to one side. “I’m perfectly happy to be studied by any chance admirers!”
“Yes, yes, you big showoff, I’m very impressed, and I hereby award you the Order of the Sponge,” said Fin, covering her embarrassment by scooping and directing water from the tray in a giant sploosh over her companion. And now that she had Ellie’s permission, she ventured,“But hey! What’s with the burning bush? You don’t actually get your hairdresser to bleach your pubes for you?”
“Surely, you couldn’t be implying that I’m not a natural blonde, by any chance?” demanded Ellie, hand on hip, mons veneris tilted forward challengingly as Fin giggled.
“Actually,” she added, “I dye my crowning glory myself with a kit from Boots, which only uses about half of it; and, well, I hate waste. If I do the Golden Fleece as
“Please, Ellie,” responded Fin limply, “I’ve decided not to bother about being a lesbian after all. I just want my Mummy.”
“Never mind your mother, dear, it’s a hot momma you need. You simply don’t appreciate how lucky you are to have me around as your guide and mentor. In the meantime, let’s go play.”
Good grief, she was serious.
“I can’t, I haven’t got any –” A pair of generously-cut shorts landed with admirable accuracy over her head. “ – urf.”
The scent of Italian coffee muttered its way into the bedroom, and with it the continuation of life seemed a reasonable - if still remote - possibility.
As Fin sagged at the table in the steel and glass kitchen, Ellie, brisk and efficient, force-fed her two slices of toast and marmalade. Fin just about managed to prevent their prompt return, despite her stomach trying out a few trampoline tricks in slo-mo. Two cups of delightful coffee and half a pint of iced water were persuaded to follow the toast, with some beneficial effect.
Ellie drove them to the university sports complex, and they began a somewhat erratic game of squash. Fin had been an adequate tennis player at school, but soon demonstrated that she had no notion of the technique required for squash, even if she had been feeling less delicate. However, as she began to catch on, and as the nausea miraculously receded, her strokes became harder and more aggressive. By the end of their allocated hour she was even picking up the odd point here and there, despite being totally outclassed by Ellie’s smooth and experienced movements about the court.
“Hey, you could actually turn out to be good!” shouted Ellie.
“At what, exactly?” puffed Fin, slamming the ball into a tricky ricochet.
“Squash... of course... maybe... and ladies... for sure... Gah! Cop that one, then, girl – oof, gotcha-”
“ Wooh! Take – that , right back, teacher-”
Ellie laughed, and sacrificed the next point to go over to Fin and give her a big hug, before an accomplished annihilationof her opponent which left Fin shreiking in pretended dismay.
They finally walked out through the glass door, sweat dripping from brow, nose and hair, and big dark patches showing on Fin’s borrowed camouflage vest. Chests heaving, they grinned at each other; the endorphins had done their stuff.
Ellie led the way to a row of shower cubicles, a plastic curtain across the front of each affording some privacy. It seemed quite natural to stand naked in the big tiled tray under the same frying-pan-sized shower head. Whilst attempting not to seem to stare, Fin risked brief glances which took in the pleasing sight of Ellie’s understated breasts with their dark pointed nipples, and the in-and-out of her waist. The undeniably heavy hips and thighs were complemented by powerful buttocks, rounded and shining under the spray. A voluptua from a Renaissance fountain, if one ignored the skull-cropped hair.
“Look all you like, petal,” said Ellie, pursing her lips and posing with her back against the shower wall, head turned to one side. “I’m perfectly happy to be studied by any chance admirers!”
“Yes, yes, you big showoff, I’m very impressed, and I hereby award you the Order of the Sponge,” said Fin, covering her embarrassment by scooping and directing water from the tray in a giant sploosh over her companion. And now that she had Ellie’s permission, she ventured,“But hey! What’s with the burning bush? You don’t actually get your hairdresser to bleach your pubes for you?”
“Surely, you couldn’t be implying that I’m not a natural blonde, by any chance?” demanded Ellie, hand on hip, mons veneris tilted forward challengingly as Fin giggled.
“Actually,” she added, “I dye my crowning glory myself with a kit from Boots, which only uses about half of it; and, well, I hate waste. If I do the Golden Fleece as
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