1. The Last Virgin


    Date: 7/5/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Source: LushStories

    In hindsight I wish I'd taken a taxi. I put that particular error of judgement down to the silly amount of Zinfandel I'd drunk with colleagues after the training course had finished, but it was pointless doing anything about it now as the station was only another ten minute walk away. The summer solstice was supposed to be the high point of long, lazy summer evenings with an almost never setting sun happily dragging daylight hours to ten o'clock and beyond. As I walked towards Manchester's Piccadilly Station, there wasn't a hint of that in the night to come. The sun had battled all day for attention with the numerous thunder storms that had that littered the sky and was now hastily sinking to the West and making a dash for the other side of the world where there was the promise of clear skies to brighten. The sun just managed to find a clear spot when it finally kissed the horizon at the far end of Portland Street, setting the sky aflame with beautiful hues of orange and crimson as it sunk into the tarmac. Moments later there was an ominous clap of thunder overhead and the heavens opened. Fat drops of rain started tumbling from the sky as the last of the day's thunder storms rolled over the City. I was soaked in seconds. I didn't care. I was in a care free and giddy mood, and just like the sunset, my knickers were aflame with thoughts of Abi Hames, the lead trainer on my course. I could still feel tingles in all my secret places after she'd smiled and hugged me goodbye in ...
    the bar not more than twenty five minutes earlier. I dashed into the station, glad to be out of the storm but horribly drenched. The information board told me the last Virgin train of the night to London was scheduled to leave in ten minutes from Platform 12, which was located against the far right hand wall of the last of the four huge ornate Victorian arched canopies that covered the station. I just had time to pop into Pret to buy a sandwich to try and soak up all the wine I'd drunk. It was while I was dithering over a tuna melt or chicken and bacon toastie that I started daydreaming about Abi again. All week I'd fantasised about her body and had desperately struggled to drag my attention away from her curves and back to the class. I fancied her so much that work always lost out to the dreamy curves. Night after night I'd lie awake in my hotel room pleasuring myself with my fingers at the thought of Abi's naked body pressed to mine as we kissed and made slow passionate love. She was just my type and would have been perfect for me. "Why are all the good ones straight?" I muttered to myself as I paid for the chicken and bacon I'd just grabbed from the shelf, before squelching my way across the concourse towards Platform 12. Despite my drenched state, I was still feeling frisky with rude thoughts of Abi and I hoped I could find some way to sort myself out on the train. There was no way I'd be able to make it to London without finding some sort of self-relief. Toastie in hand I ...
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