‘I haven’t got a condom.’
Penny exploded. ‘A condom? Since when did we use a fucking condom? Are you accusing me of sleeping around?’
Penny stood up and faced her accuser. ‘I only sleep with Ryan. He’s been the only one since you. He’s a lovely guy and we have regular sex. But, well, you must have seen him in the shower at the Rugby Club, sometimes a girl wants more and when I do, I come to you because you’re a friend and I can trust you. Now, are you going to help me out or not?’
Natasha had no more excuses, short of telling Penny she was in Barrie’s body and she would never believe that, certainly not in her current mood.
‘Sure. No problem. I owe you one Pen.’
‘You sure do, so make it a fucking good one.’
Natasha undid Barrie’s belt and pushing his trousers and underpants down to his knees, shuffled over to the waiting Penny and aimed Barrie’s penis in the right direction.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Of course I am.’ Penny giggled and turned her head to grin at Barrie. ‘You know I always attend to my own foreplay.’
Natasha guided Barrie’s penis with one hand and placed the other in the small of Penny’s back where her smooth white buttocks met a cluster of freckles. She was at precisely the right height for entry, which could hardly be by chance; they must have had sex over Duggie’s desk before. She eased Barrie’s penis in a few inches. Penny squeezed on the head with her pelvic muscles and Natasha heard Barrie moan with pleasure. Penny let go and squeezed rapidly several times. Natasha squirmed. This feels too good just to be a shag, she thought, but she knew if she didn’t do something about it and quickly, there was a definite danger Barrie would suffer a premature ejaculation. Having already sampled Penny’s temper that was something that had to be avoided at all costs. She pushed the head of his penis past the danger zone. At the same time, Penny grasped the edge of the desk with both hands and pushed backwards, gasping as she received the full length of Barrie’s penis.
‘I want every last inch.’
‘We only deal in metric,’ said Natasha, without thinking.
‘Then give me every last fraction of a fucking centimetre you can fucking well manage.’
Natasha responded, she liked Penny’s dirty talk; it was quite a turn on, or at least Barrie’s penis seemed to think so. She was becoming more convinced than ever that his thing had a mind of its own.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
Charlie Bell watched the Pro-Clean van turn into the entrance of Laburnham Court, Julie waved, he touched his cap in reply as she drove round to the back. Good woman Julie Bunford always was a conscientious worker, even at school. Charlie had wondered what Miss Lovebrace was up to, going into business with Julie, but knowing Miss Lovebrace, there had to be some angle and she couldn’t ask for a better worker.
He heard the service lift click into action. Julie always used the service lift. She was one of the few people who knew the lock combination and preferred to use it, although it was fine by him if she came in through the front entrance. She was a stunner at school, he really fancied her then and when she first started work at the Bank he used to go in to cash a cheque, just so as she would ask him how he wanted it. That was twenty, years ago but she still looked good, although it was difficult to assess her figure in the loose fitting clothes she wore these days. Whatever happened to her job at the Bank? She married that rugby bloke, Peter Bunford. Now he was good, shame he packed up the game so young. You would have thought she would have gone back to the Bank after having her kiddie. Never thought she would end up as a cleaner.
Low geared to take heavy loads, the service lift ascended very slowly, giving Julie yet more time to wonder what Lucy wished to talk about. She had dressed for the occasion. Smart court shoes but no tights, she didn’t like wearing tights, her best pleated blue skirt, a short sleeve peach coloured blouse and her jade necklace. Peter said it matched her eyes, which was nonsense, although it did sit well against the healthy glow of her skin.
The lift came to a crunching stop and she stepped out into the large bare lobby. There were two doors, one leading to the roof garden, the other into the Penthouse. Each lock had a different code, so anyone working in the garden could not gain automatic entrance to the Penthouse. She keyed in the Penthouse code and walked though the door into the utility room and from there into the large kitchen. She looked around to see if there was anything stacked in the sink. All was neat and tidy, exactly as she had left it. Lucy had put whatever she had used straight into the dishwasher; she was pretty good like that. She called out as she left the kitchen. There was no reply. She opened the door to the dining room. Not there; although stacks of papers were laid out in neat orderly rows on the table. She opened the door to the central hall, which was really a wide corridor which circled the penthouse. To the left it led to the study and the long reception room, to the right it went past the dining room, then curved left past the guest bedrooms, coming out at the other end of the long room by the front entrance. She called again, but there was no answer. It was all rather odd; Lucy had obviously been working in the dining room. She turned left towards her office, the door was closed, she knocked and went in. No one there. Where was she?
The unmistakeable sound of lovemaking drifted through from the main bedroom. Julie froze; she didn’t want to walk in on Lucy like that. She turned to retrace her steps.
‘Julie! Is that you Julie?’
Julie stopped. ‘Yes. Sorry. I’ll come back later.’
No, don’t go, I need you, please come in.’
Seeing Lucy in bed with a man was the last thing Julie wanted, she knew she would be jealous of whoever it was. She took a deep breath and peered reluctantly into the bedroom. Lucy was alone on her bed, naked in a foetal position with hands tucked between her thighs. Her face towards her, she looked frightened, almost desperate. Julie had never seen her like that before; she was always so self assured. She moved swiftly over to the bed to comfort her, placing a soothing hand on her shoulder.
‘Whatever’s wrong Lucy? What’s happened?’
‘Will you help me?’
‘Of course I will. Just tell me what’s wrong.’
Lucy rolled onto her back. There were tears in her eyes. ‘I can’t come Julie. I thought I could before you arrived, but nothing happened – nothing happened.’ She sobbed and Julie gently squeezed her shoulder, or meant to squeeze her shoulder, but it slid onto her left breast as she rolled over. Lucy moaned softly and Julie felt her nipple stir in the palm of her hand. She kissed her soothingly on the forehead and lightly on the nose before finding her mouth. As they kissed, Lucy’s tongue teased and probed. After several wonderful minutes they stopped and looked into each others eyes. No words were spoken. Julie unbuttoned her blouse, kicked off her shoes and unfastened her skirt to let it drop to join them. Naked save for her panties she laid on the bed next to Lucy. They kissed and Julie thrilled as their breasts touched. Charged with helping Lucy reach her orgasm, she knew instinctively what to do and broke gently away from a kiss to transfer her attention to Lucy’s breasts. As she smothered them with kisses a delicious feeling of release coursed through her own body, at last she was surrendering to her true sexuality. She sucked and licked each nipple in turn making Lucy sigh and moan. As she paused to admire Lucy’s breasts and her incredible erect nipples, Julie experienced another feeling; a feeling of power; she was there to give Lucy pleasure and she would give it in unlimited measure. She put her hands on Lucy’s breasts and gently caressed them as her mouth moved down to explore the rest of her delicious body. Her tongue trailed across Lucy’s flat smooth stomach to find her navel, she flicked her tongue in and out of the indentation before moving on down in small circular movements. She nuzzled at the first tuft of pubic hair, before lifting up to take a full view of her sex. The large black dildo was buried in her vagina. Julie was neither surprised nor shocked; she knew Lucy had her needs. She gripped the end of the dildo and slowly pulled. Lucy gasped with pleasure.