Angela - Part Three - Fanny

We had been in Paris for a few days and become lovers. Angela was an amazingly exciting lover and I was on a distinct high when I got home. Cloudsley, my cat, was aloof and distant when I got back. Sir Cloudsley Shovell was one of my Dad?s heroes. He?d managed to sink an entire squadron of ships in 1707 off the Isles of Scilly and, as a result of his misfortune, the race to develop a timepiece that would assist navigators assumed huge importance. OK, so it?s a bit nerdy but the story has always captured my imagination. That, and the little known fact Dad revealed to me that there were literally hundreds of women at the Battle of Trafalgar (1805 for those interested) made me realise that the role of women in history has always been redacted to suit male self-opinion. Feminist rant concludes here but it does explain my love of clocks and watches. Cloudsley and I spent an evening of cool togetherness, he sitting on the arm of my sofa, one foreleg dangling like a panther in a tree and seldom looking in my direction, I reading a book half-heartedly and thinking mostly of the time in bed with Angela. She was now planning her next exhibition. My job was to write the script for her to read out as models displayed her jewellery and clothing designs on the cat walk and she had said not to worry about getting in early the following morning. We had already selected two models. Tessa was a svelte and blonde, with beautiful bone structure and grace. Hermione was tall, Maltepe Escort slender like a willow and brunette, the perfect foil for Tessa, We needed a third and Angela reckoned a dark-skinned girl would set the other two off and hoped she might find one from those sent round for audition. I slept like a baby that night and woke to give myself an early morning jill, one of those slow, half-awake orgasms that almost seem to be a dream until the last moments when my back arches and Cloudsley gets kicked off the bed when I thrash a little. He doesn?t seem to mind. With a knee length cream linen dress and a warm smile on my lips I got to the office about eleven. I had coffee from the deli for Angela and myself and opened the office door. The smile disappeared at the sight that met me. There was Angela with the tallest Eurasian girl I had ever seen, surely 6? 6? but that thought came later because I was somewhat taken aback to note that said Eurasian girl had her tongue down Angela?s throat. There was no embarrassment on either?s part when I coughed and they separated rather slowly and reluctantly. I put the coffees down and went to the cabinet where the centrepiece of the forthcoming exhibition was housed. I took it out and walked to the Eurasian girl and without asking fitted it around her neck, almost having to stand on tiptoe despite 3? heels. It was a magnificent piece of silver, shaped to lift her chin and mould around Maltepe Escort Bayan the curvature of her cleavage which, despite small breasts, was well defined. I stepped back and admired the look. ?Well, you have your third model.? I picked up my bag and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind me. I went home and sat, sobbing quietly with the cat sensitively sitting across my breasts. I hugged him and cursed Angela. I realised I had not locked my front door when I heard its familiar creak and heels tapping on the wooden floor of my hall. I looked up and there was Angela. ?Fuck off.? ?I?ve told you before about being rude.? She sat facing me and looked at me with a certain tenderness but no remorse that I could detect. ?That,? she said, ?was Fanny.? I laughed, despite myself. I believe that in North America the word ?fanny? often means arse but here in England it generally, in slang, means pussy. ?I rather noticed.? ?If you?re going to sulk I?ll get cross. Fanny is, as you rightly imagined, our third model, stunning isn?t she?? I had no time to speak. ?She is a raging dyke and a great fuck. I don?t love her and, yes, I was kissing her and, if you?d been later, would probably have fucked her and I?d have enjoyed it. There is a huge difference between a fuck and love. I have never promised to be exclusive and, well, who could resist her?? She had said the ?L? word. ?You never said you would NOT be exclusive.? Escort Maltepe ?I didn?t think I needed to. God, Liz, we?re grown women and we love each other. That doesn?t mean we can?t have fun with others. Get a grip. We work in a business surrounded by beautiful women, what the hell do you think I?m going to do, be a nun all of a sudden? She?ll have a pop at you too if she gets half a chance and if you don?t let her you?re an ass.? She stood. ?Come back to the office, I need you.? I closed my eyes as her heels clattered back across my hall floor and I heard the door close gently behind her. At three that afternoon I went back to the office. She was at her desk and alone. She looked up, smiled, stood and came to me, kissed me firmly on the mouth ? I did not resist. In fact I kissed her back. Her hand went between my legs and she cupped my pussy under my dress, her finger stroking me gently. I let her and our kiss deepened, her tongue entering me and claiming me. ?I love you, you silly cow. Fanny is perfect for the show; she and the two others will cause a sensation. Le?s get to work.? So I went back to work. Mixed emotions were raging through me and she was attentive but not overly so. She would listen while I read extracts of the speech I had written for her, suggesting alternative words and phrases but generally liking what I had produced. ?You have cat hair on your left tit.? ?You have lipstick on your right ear.? ?It?s fashionable!? but she wiped it off. ?Come round to the flat tonight around eight?? I nodded, closed down my laptop, grabbed my coat and went home again. She was right, of course, we did love each other. It had not been said before but it was true. I wrestled with myself, cursing a middle class upbringing and conventional values.