1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Lotti in the office. She couldn’t keep her grin off her face as she sat down with a glass of Merlot. Predictably it was Sadie who fired the first salvo staring hard at Carrie. “You’ve been fucked haven’t you?” she cried. “Don’t be so subtle Sade,” said Fiona, “try and be a bit more direct in future. Look at that smirk – Cherry! Check the menagerie. This cat has had the canary, warn the goldfish to get out of town." “Come on girl – tell," yelled Sadie. Carrie never had any intention of holding out on her friends, and they knew it, but the look on her face had them on tenterhooks for detail. “Actually,” she said sweetly, “the Cat’s had me.” “Fess up Carrie Nicholson and fast,” demanded Cherry, “who, where, when, how?” “Length of cock, orgasm count, has he licked your pussy, have you BJ’d him, and has he fucked your ass yet?” asked Fiona. “Anything kinky you need to tell us; bondage, water sports etc, come on girl start giving,” cried Sadie. “Once upon a time …” began Carrie, whereupon she was met with cries of ‘Bullshit’; get on with it, etc. “His name is Cameron Taylor – otherwise known as Cat Taylor, and he’s a Storyteller.” “Yeah! He’s a man,” cried Sadie, “all lying bastards.” Carrie paused wondering whether to continue, and she had the look of someone trying to reach a decision. She needed her friends to be with her and listen to her story, and not just see it as cheap entertainment. It was Cherry who brought them all down to earth ;it was always Cherry who could sense the ...
    need to change the mood. Tonight, she understood suddenly, could not be the usual raucous ribaldry of their gatherings. Something profound had happened to Carrie. “Time out," she called firmly, “time out," she repeated softly. The room was quiet. Sadie, Fiona and Cherry sat still, and waited. Tears began to roll unchecked down Carrie’s face. Cherry put her arm around her and said quietly, “You’re okay Carrie, you’re okay.” Suddenly through the tears Carrie began to laugh. “I’m sorry gang, I shouldn’t be crying. I feel so amazingly wonderful. It’s as if all my senses have been jacked up ten notches. I’ve been dying to tell you but everything has happened so fast, I can still hardly believe it.” “Look, I’ll start again, but there is a lot to tell so why don’t we get the food on the go. Just a resume though to begin with; Yes, I have been fucked. BJs – yes, pussy licking - by the master of the craft, ass fuck – not yet, nothing kinky, length of dick – average, orgasm count - exponential and stratospheric,” she said ending the list with beaming cheesy grin. The mood of the party was restored; they had a group hug and laughter returned. The questions rained down of the who, when, where type with none of the brashness that had so wounded. Carrie had been surprised that she had been so affected. She was still coming to terms with the intensity of her emotions. A selection of M&S’s takeaway dishes were put in the oven or micro-wave, plates and cutlery were already out, more wine was ...
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