The Adventures of Heather, Part 27D   [A-H]

     By Ramapo


     In the car, Barbara drove and Elizabeth sat up
front.  Traci, Heather and Sherry sat in the back. 
Sherry pulled out a brush and scooted up and handed it
to Heather and asked her to do her hair.  The brush
filled with the rich thick golden strands and began to
carefully straighten them into a flowing mass that
covered Sherry's back and upper ass.
     Traci leaned forward and whispered in Heather's
ear while Sherry's back was turned,  "Honey, I need you
so much tonight.  Somehow, find time for us, OK.?"  
     Heather stopped and kissed Traci.  She had noticed
the bra on the way out of the house.
     "With that bra on, you know I'm going to jump you. 
The only question is before or after dessert?"  She
kissed her again.  Barbara was watching in the mirror
as she drove.
     "No fair starting without us!"  Elizabeth turned
to see what was going on.  She was not used to women
demonstrating such open affection and was surprised to
see Traci's hand rubbing Heather's breast.  Her mouth
fell open in amazement, then snapped shut as she turned
away, surprised at her own embarrassment.
     Heather went back to brushing.  "OK, we can wait." 
She knew she needed to be with Traci.  She missed the
way Traci just complete devoured her during sex.  Used
her up.  All this sex with others felt great, but never
satisfied her the way the intense sex with Traci did. 
Her crotch began to burn.
     Putting the brush down, she began to put Sherry's
hair into the complex thick braid Sherry had shown her. 
In just a few minutes, the golden locks were in a
beautiful braid pinned up against the back of Sherry's
head, leaving her long neck exposed.  Heather resisted
the temptation to put a hickey on it right behind the
ear.  Finally she ran her hand tenderly down Sherry's
back and then sat back and began to pay attention to
the ride.
     "Where are we going?"  Traci asked, completely
lost in the outskirts of London's sprawl.
     "A little restaurant for a dinner and getting
acquainted with the others, then, who knows?"
     "Do you know where it is?"
     "Yes, generally.  I haven't been this way in years,
so I might have to scout about."  She turned down
several streets and slowed, "Well, my mind is still
sound.  Here we are."  She pulled into a spot just up
the street and they walked back and entered the dimly
lit restaurant.
     Inside, a cute waitress spotted them and guided
them to the side of the room where several tables were
pulled together to make a larger surface.  They spotted
the stewardess from the flight immediately and she came
toward them smiling.
     "I'm so glad you all came.  Let's get seated and
I'll introduce everybody."  She took command and guided
everyone toward a specific chair.  Heather's eyes were
just getting used to the light.  She looked around as
they were seated.  To her left was an older woman,
pleasant smile, in a blouse and slacks, Traci was
seated just beyond her.  The woman was paying attention
to Traci and ignored Heather for the moment beyond that
brief smile of acknowledgement.
     Heather swung right and looked into a pair of the
greenest eyes she had ever seen.  So green they were
shooting sparks almost.  She took in the girl's
beautiful face and nut brown hair and smiled.  The
eye's were fascinating.   Cool pools of excitement. 
They crinkled pleasantly as she smiled back at Heather.
     "Hi!" the girl said.  The accent was pure Irish!
     Before Heather could respond, the stewardess began
tapping on her water glass for attention.
     "Now, as the person responsible for even
suggesting this evening of merriment, I want to
introduce everyone and set some rules for the evening,
as such.  First, let me welcome all of you to the very
first group entertainment I've ever organized.  Since
it's my first, I have no real idea of what is supposed
to happen, beyond the obvious implications of group
activities of the intimate sort."
     Everyone laughed nervously.
     "Seriously, I have tried to make it an evening of
good company, fun, and then if things get a bit more
rowdy, so be it.  The plan is to have everyone eat a
good meal, get to know at least one other person fairly
well, perhaps split up to go do other things, such as
take in a show, a movie, dancing, whatever, and then,
for the brave of heart and otherwise horny and eager
(everyone laughed again), back to my flat for some
other entertainment of the distinctly female sort. 
(Some applause and more hearty laughter.  The
nervousness was fading.)
     "I'm going to introduce everyone.  Then, let's eat. 
I'm starved.  Oh, each of you will find a key and a map
to my flat under you napkin (everyone lifted and found
their key and map).  Should you decide to return later
to my place, let yourself in, then leave the key in the
jar by the door.  If you decide to push off and pass on
the balance of the evening, please discard my key and
the map in different places so no one will break in on
me.  I hope to see you all later, but no one should
feel obligated to anything beyond dinner and some fun. 
OK?  Now, let's see...."
     "First, I'm Donna.  I work for British Air as a
stewardess and right now am on four days of holiday.  I
met most of our guests at work or at parties here in
the city.  I'm the one to blame if this doesn't go well
and we don't enjoy ourselves.
     "Now, to my right is someone we don't have to
introduce, as I'm sure all us Brits know her on sight. 
(Lots of smiles and nods.)  Needless to say, her
reputation totally depends on our discretion and
agreement that she was never here tonight.  So, I know
it's a bit stiff, but I'm going to ask each of you to
promise."  Donna looked at each in turn and they all
said softly, "Promise".   
     "OK, I completely trust you on this.  Now, Barbara
has insisted on picking up the tab for our dinner
tonight, so we are a bit in her favour already." 
(Applause and thanks.)
     "Your reputation for honesty and generosity are
well known to all of us and I hope you enjoy the
evening."
     "Now, I have paired each of you up with someone
from our group that seems to be a good match.  I expect
you to get to know each other a bit during dinner. 
After dinner, you can do what you like with whomever,
or go home.  I already said that, I think."
     "To Barbara's right is Lilly.  I think you'll find
you have more in common than I am prepared to reveal
publicly at this time.  I'll just say that Lilly is
self employed and is connected and leave it at that."  
     Lilly appeared to be a little younger than
Barbara, but had that same expensive look of clothes
and hair that Barbara always had.  She and Barbara
smiled at each other and said hello.
     "Now, next to Lilly is Sherry, from the US.  I
think I'll have to get her beauty secrets for gorgeous
hair.  You should have worn it down.  It is quite
spectacular.  Sherry works full time as a receptionist
in the US and she, Heather and Traci are good friends."
     "Sherry's dinner partner is Hilda.  Hilda has a
government job in the city that is secret, so unless we
want her to have to lock us up for telling us, we'll
not pester her about just what or where.  I do know she
can find out things no one else can, but I don't know
what.  Now, I hope she and Sherry hit it off."
     Hilda and Sherry looked at each other and said
hello.  Hilda had a strong but pleasant face, full
lips, and hair cut very short all over her head. 
Sherry glanced down out of habit and her breath left
her.  Hilda's chest was, well, everywhere.  Sherry
gulped and tried to smile and look back up.  It was a
struggle as her eyes were locked on the copious
cleavage and the hint of swollen nipples under bra and
blouse.  Finally, with a great mental effort she forced
herself to look back up and found Hilda was grinning at
her.
     She whispered to Sherry, "I see I've got something
you'd like to play with, sweetie."
     Sherry was silent, but nodded slightly.  As soon
as she spied the enormous tits, she knew she do
anything to get her hands on them.  All control was
lost to Hilda without a word being spoken.
     "Donna told me you were bonkers for big ones. 
Well, we'll see about that a bit later.  And I have a
surprise for you in a bit."
     Sherry was again staring at the mountains next to
her.  The maid earlier had only been a warmup for this
encounter.  She gulped and tried to breath.  Barbara
had continued and she missed half of what she was
saying.
     "Next to Hilda is Heather, also from the US. 
Heather just had a very successful art show in town and
will be going back to school on her return to the
States.  Now, I've seated her with Shannon, our
beautiful student from Ireland, here on summer holiday
for a job at the British Museum in her study area,
which I believe is ancient history?  No, ancient art
history, sorry."
     Heather turned and looked again at Shannon.  Pale
flawless white clear skin, nut brown hair pinned with
clasps on the side of the head and falling down her
back in roles of curl.  And those green eyes smiling at
her.  A more beautiful colleen she'd never seen.  And
without warning, Heather spontaneously began to sing
the classic lines from the old Irish folk song, ending
with the chorus of "From Derry Jay to Bantry Bay, from
Galway to Dublin town, no face I've seen like my fair
colleen, she's the gem of Ireland's crown!"
     The group was surprised at the sudden outburst of
song, and Shannon's face reddened, then clouded over as
the clear contralto notes gained in volume.  Heather
missed the negative reaction and kept singing.  And the
UK group, familiar with the song, joined noisily in the
chorus and then started laughing.  Heather was very
puzzled.
     Shannon leapt to her feet, all five enraged feet
of her.  "Stop it!  You know I hate that song!  I can't
believe you put her up to this just to get at me!"  She
grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
     Heather was stunned at Shannon's reaction to her
well-meant compliment.  She hesitated only a second and
caught Shannon just outside the door to the restaurant.
     "Shannon, please.  I didn't know!  I'm so sorry. 
Don't leave, please?"
     "I don't blame you.  It's them!  They know how I
feel about that song!"  Shannon had a virtual
thundercloud of purple anger over her head.  An Irish
temper she had, that was for sure.
     "It wasn't them.  I love Irish music and when I saw
you and learned you were Irish, I just started singing. 
Honest.  I didn't even know you'd be here till we walked
in.  You've got to believe me."  She stopped talking and
Shannon fumed.
     But, Shannon could see how earnest Heather was and
what she said made sense.  She began to cool off.
     "I'm sorry.  I know I get too angry about it.  It's
just a song.  But if you had any idea how many people
want to sing that to me....."
     Heather put a hand on Shannon's arm.  "Let's go
back in.  They'll understand.  Come on, we'll have a
good time.  And I promise never to sing to you again
unless it's a special request, OK?"
     Shannon grinned.  "That's a deal.  But don't expect
me to let them just...."
     "Let's pretend it never happened and start over. 
Hi, I'm Heather.  I think you are just stunning."  She
held out her hand.
     Shannon was surprised (and very pleased) at the
open admiration out here on the sidewalk.  Aggressive
women were something new.
     "Hi, I'm Shannon.  And boy, do you have a set of
pretty titties!"  She blurted, trying to match Heather's
open come on.
     They both grinned.
     "If you're nice, you can play with them later." 
Heather whispered as then went back inside.
     Shannon turned beet red.  Open sex talk in a
public restaurant was far beyond her experience and it
got her excited and scared.  Hardly anyone knew she was
a lesbian.  Irish Catholic girls just couldn't tell
people that and expect to have a life.  No wonder Donna
had said the girls from the US were wild.  And
dangerous over here.
      They took their seats.  Donna looked as though
she expected a lecture from Shannon, but Shannon just
took a drink of water and Donna finally went on with
the introductions.
     "Now, next to Shannon is another of our US
cousins, Traci.  An art professor at Heather's school,
she too goes home tomorrow."
     "Next to her, a new friend from a little pubbing
adventure last month, is Terry.  Terry was the barmaid
and while at first glance, Traci and Terry might seem
an odd couple, I sense they will find more in common
than you would think.  Anyway, I've got my fingers
crossed on this one."
     Terry was a redhead, with a short, very European
hair style, classic redhead looks and a sprinkling of
cute freckles across her cheekbones and nose.  Brown
eyes and a trim figure in a summer dress showed off her
small but perfect breasts.  Obviously no bra.
     Traci wondered just what they could talk about. 
Bar hopping was not her bag.  She smiled at Terry. 
Terry leaned close.  "Hi."
     "Hello, glad to meet you."  Terry smiled. 
Dazzling teeth.  So rare for a Brit.
     "Last, we have a very last minute addition to our
group, the exquisite Elizabeth.  Elizabeth is Barbara's
personal and quite private secretary.  Just only today,
Elizabeth came out of the closet and joined tonight's
fun."  (Lots of applause.)  Donna leaned down and gave
her a big hug.
     "That's from all of us.  Welcome from everyone!" 
(More applause)
     "Since I got to choose, I selected Elizabeth for
myself.  After all, it's her first night out with the
girls and she'll need special handling."  (Lots of boos
and ribald comments, then laughter.)  Elizabeth was
grinning and blushing deeply at the same time.  She
suddenly realized the night might actually be fun.  She
leaned past Donna and glanced at Barbara.  She was
thrilled to make immediate eye contact.  Barbara
winked.  Maybe it was possible that they could have a
relationship.  
     Donna was still talking.
     "OK.  Oh, the waitress is one of us, so you can
relax around her.  But behave.  Barbara, give her an
outrageous tip.  Now, don't get her in trouble.  Right. 
On to dinner.  Then whatever.  Now it IS supposed to be
an ORGY, so SOMEBODY come back to my place for some
games later, or I'll be very disappointed."  She sat. 
Everyone applauded and the table broke into polite
conversation.
     The menus were handed around, drinks ordered and
hearty meals sorted out.  Quiet at first, as they made
each other's acquaintances, the table noise rose after
a few minutes and soon they were all chatting like old
friends.  Everyone was very excited about the fact they
were planning on doing something very naughty that none
of them had ever engaged in before.  But no one was
very sure how it would all begin.
     All but Sherry.  Poor Sherry was almost speechless
with excitement.  And Hilda played her along, enjoying
her control over the helpless girl.  A deer in the
headlamps!  Most of her life, Hilda had considered her
super large breasts as something to be ashamed of. 
Ugly.  Until she found out that quite a few men and,
less frequently, women, found them extremely sexy.  And
some had absolute fixations about them.  When she found
one of these people, she just used this overpowering
attraction to control the relationship in any way that
occurred to her.  Since she loved sex with women, she
always made sure the price for access to her tits was a
lot of sexual service.  Tonight, she planned it to be
no different.
     "You've got to eat, deary.  Here, let me order for
you.  You have to eat something."  Hilda the menu into
Sherry's hands and helped her to order.  Sherry was in
a daze. "There.  Now, tell me all about yourself."
     With effort, Sherry began to talk about where she
lived, what she did.  Hilda maintained an amused
interest as Sherry continued to talk to her tits.
     "You've really got it bad."  Hilda finally said.
     "I.   I know.  I don't understand what is happening
to me.  I've always liked big breasts, but this last
week it's like I can't think of anything else.  I want
to have them too.  I can't get enough of them.  I must
be a real sicko.  It's so sexist."
     Hilda put her hand on her arm.  "Well, maybe it is
a bit extreme.  But, we all have things we truly enjoy,
perhaps too much.  For me, it's chocolate.  Well, there
is one other thing, but that's the surprise."
     Sherry looked worried.  "You aren't going to tie me
up, are you?"
     "Heavens no!"  Hilda laughed.  "Nothing at all like
that.  Now, here's dinner.  I'm starved."
     Sherry brightened and began to eat.  It diverted
her attention for a while.  She squirmed a bit to ease
the pressure and tension in her belly.  Butterflies
were racing around inside and she was already very
moist with anticipation.  What could Hilda's surprise
be?