Lilly Caterham had been my best and closest and loyalist friend. She had become captain of the school hockey team, Head Girl and my protector from all...the bitchy things girls say about lesbians. They were the sorts of things that people who like to believe in the mythical rampant lesbianism of such English schools would never believe. I’d fearfully ‘come out’ to Lilly one night when we were sharing an illicit cigarette and a half bottle of brandy in the school pavilion. ‘Course you are,. Imanaged to park reasonably close to the venue, which was in a side roadjust off Grey Street. The Black Garter pub in Clayton Street seemed aptlynamed as a venue for t-girls! Cindy had told me that the 'girls' meet inan upstairs room, which I found without difficulty. There was a table atthe door where I was relieved of a ?10 entrance fee by a middle-agedtranny. "This covers the hire of the room and there will be some nibblescoming round later" she explained. This seemed eminently reasonable. Gently, Chloe turned her and slowly lowered her to the bed, all the time her tongue exploring Marianne's mouth, her face, her neck, and she could feel fingers caressing her ample breasts, kneading them and stroking them.Marianne had no thoughts now. Her body was screaming with delight, her muscles contracting and tingling, and between her legs, a heat she had not experienced for many a long year.She began to make noises, purring at first, sounds that emanated from deep within her,. It was a few weeks after the weekend with Lenny, the welts had gone, bruises faded when at the pub on Saturday Lenny gave them the news that he was off to Spain to live, it was a surprise but not any great shock. They as a couple discussed it at home that evening, and came to the conclusion that perhaps it was the best thing that could happen, it being a tad embarrassing in the pub with Lenny`s brother, Rufus however other than just vanilla sex, very surprisingly not a lot had happened between.