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?