The Damaged Steps

Please note that this explicit story is intended for a mature audience, so you must be over 18 to read this. I recommend that if you are reading this outside the environs of the UK you may need to look up a Northern Slang website to make sense of some phrases.

Location- Manchester U.K.

Chapter 1. United we stand.

Natalie Metcalfe wouldn’t do it, couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t bring herself to leave her students, her saloon, for the gym, or for that matter, the Ballroom circuit in the UK following a hopeless dream. She did love her cinema evenings, sharing popcorn and soppy movies with her best friend. She loved her own unique sense of style, her 1950’s wardrobe of clothes, and her little Triumph sports car. Kerry christened it Daisy Duke when she saw Natalie getting in to it in her cowgirl hat, red check shirt and cut out denim shorts. Natalie loved her car, and being a Northern girl, was always fond of her bottled beer. In times of stress or emotional turmoil however a snifter of Grand Marnier was her chosen tipple.

Natalie was a “details” girl, who planned her work outfits for the week, to take into consideration journeys outside the salon, training sessions with her students, and work in the salon or TV studios. She had volunteered to go on first aid courses after an elderly woman became very ill in her salon, and was now able to identify signs of a heart condition, or danger of a stroke, as well as standard triage procedures. Sure, she had her own friends who had been ribbing her for years about making a move on her intended girlfriend. She promised that when and if it ever happened she would let them know, especially her dressmaker Lucy who was her closest ally and “shoulder to cry on”.

She knew Kerry Broderick loved her aerobics, yoga, and dance classes. Natalie knew that she loved dressing up for her weekends of ballroom dancing, and she could go with her. After all, Kerry had coached her through aloof the dance steps on the odd occasion they went to dance class together. But she couldn’t do what Kerry was so good at. She liked all of the stories about an endless stream of partners, with no holds barred chat ups in the gym, steamy sessions in the ballroom changing rooms with a plethora of ladies, and sometimes quite butch partners. That just wasn’t her, though. She could very seldom bring herself to get out and find a likeminded girl, or indeed, watch Kerry do it.

Natalie lived vicariously through Kerry though, and enjoyed and laughed through all the stories of Kerry’s dance weekends and sexual exploits. She was OK with Kerry having her liaisons, but lately Kerry had been getting serious about her current amour and their relationship was coming up to their 2nd anniversary together. This worried Natalie, more than she cared to admit. She knew that Kerry could be fast with her comments, and very stubborn when disinclined to change on any matter. But her wit, her beauty and her good nature had Natalie beguiled.

In their 30’s now, they were life- long friends from their school days in Hull with their pact to leave home for the bright lights of Metropolitan Manchester. Kerry was the one to fearlessly push them to leave, until Natalie finally saw the sense of it. Throughout their time in Hull and now Manchester they always sparked a sense of laughter whether by funny comments or Natalie’s hilarious take offs of the various characters that passed through their lives. They had retained and expanded their comedy routine by way of a vocabulary of Northern England one liners. They never failed to bring in as much English slang terms as they could, to remind them of their heritage.

They didn’t take the usual school slagging too seriously as colloquial terms for lesbian were many and varied i.e. muff diver, lezzer, roger dodger, lettuce licker, Aussie kisser, bean flicker to name but a few.

They decided by the time they were sixteen that they knew enough about themselves to realise that their families would NOT accept their lifestyle. They knew that there was an active gay scene where they were going, and much better job opportunities. Although their mothers fretted for a while, the endless stream of phone calls soon assured them that their girls were doing fine.

So they decided to move into a 3 bed maisonette flat, in a neighbourhood between Manchester airport and the city centre, and set about getting the qualifications necessary to get jobs. They worked hard in the pubs and clubs in Manchester’s famous Canal Street gay quarter until they established themselves, sharing many weekends away together and recently enjoyed jointly funded holidays in Europe. They accepted each other’s lesbian lifestyle, but their deep rooted friendship left no room for any attempt at romance between them.

Kerry quickly established herself as an indispensible member of one of the top Travel Agents in the city centre, and now had a good client list of devoted customers who trusted her to set up their once or twice yearly holidays. Her business had really benefited from the City’s Premier League soccer teams, and the demand for flights for these fans always kept her on her toes.

Natalie and Kerry were very close. The area they originally set up house in had been redeveloped and was now regarded as quite trendy. They had recently redesigned their maisonette into a 2 bed unit, with a better bathroom, and a separate shower en-suite in Natalie’s room. They laughed and tricked through the tiling and repainting marathon, with the help of Natalie’s brother. They chuckled as one of the heavy set Trades guys finished the lighting. Natalie was very good at mimicking voices and she got the electrician’s Birmingham accent off to a tee.
They knew instinctively when each of them needed some support, and spent many nights cuddled together on their big comfy couch, with their late night snackfest, ice cream, movies and drinks. They always commiserated with one another when they got their monthly cramps, or needed consoling after a work related spat. Kerry always slept peacefully on the couch once Natalie was there cuddling beside her.

Natalie, 5ft 6 inches of well shaped calved poised elegance, knew that as long as Kerry had no one permanently in her life, she could be happy having the love of her life close by, platonically sharing their lives together. She had been content with that relationship since she left Hull, but she could feel that Kerry and her were slowly getting closer.

Natalie, through her extensive theatrical family, got experience in the live theatre venues in the make-up and wardrobe departments, learning from the more experienced staff how to do dramatic make-up for all her actors to send them on stage looking their best. She had also done some TV work for a famous long running Manchester based soap opera when the staff needed to take maternity leave. In this way she built up an extensive list of TV stars who regularly visited her and her partner Alfonso’s hair and beauty salon.

Kerry, a 5 ft 9 inch brown eyed blonde had joined a city keep fit centre that had an extensive set of dance classes for all ages. She soon found herself approached by other likeminded lesbians, looking to “get personal” with her, much to their mutual satisfaction. She and the lesbian couple who started the dance venue had even built up their own wardrobe department, with ballroom gowns for all dance types. They were now in a position to enter dance teams into a range of ballroom dance competitions and exhibitions, and to tailor the costumes to fit their dance teams. As their enterprise expanded, Kerry loved going away on Saturday mornings all over the United Kingdom to ballroom and Latin dance exhibitions and competitions. She had even participated in a well known television series dedicated to this form of competition.

She had learned to do a range of dance steps that gave her the thrill of dressing up in a range of dance costumes to dance the Samba, Rumba, Charleston, as well more traditional dance steps. She was always paired with a handsome partner, but spent her time looking at and lusting after the ladies in her dance troupe, as well as the ladies she was pitted against!

*** Chapter 2. Canal Street.

Canal Street, Manchester or “Gaychester”was synonymous with the new LGBT openness of the 21st century in England. The club and pub proprietors had fine-tuned their security arrangements to ensure that their customers felt safe in their venues or on the streets outside. This area was so “out there” that it drew a steady stream of tourists to the Rochdale Canal side, to sit and watch the goings on, and have a beer.

Natalie, for the first time in a long while, had been encouraged out for the Friday evening, into one of the Canal side pubs. She had gone with all of their recently qualified hairdressing and make up class. She had given a heart warming speech to them all assuring them that they had the flair for their new career, and with dedication they could succeed. She explained to them that she had extensive contacts with prospective employers who were always on the lookout for new talent. She then explained that she had an award to give to the best student, a place in one of the city centre theatres in the make-up department.

To squeals of joy of the entire class, the award went to the girl everyone recognised as the best girl in the class.

The evening went very well, and for the first time in a long time she accepted an invitation from her students for a night out in a gay club. She had sometimes used this club while Kerry was away, to meet and get sensual with another woman. When she dressed up in one of her “come and get me” dresses, her highlighted brunette shoulder length hair, and perfectly made up green eyes were irresistible to the upper class patrons of this club, and she seldom left alone. But she never revealed much about herself or her career, intent on reaching a goal, to satisfy her carnal needs, but on a one night only basis- no strings attached.

Once she saw off all her students she sat on her favourite high stool, in a tight fitting black and silver dress that accentuated her 36C figure. The subtle lighting and clever music playing in the background buoyed her spirits leaving her in a mellow, welcoming state of mind. She sipped her beer, in the knowledge that she had the maisonette to herself. Her secret amour Kelly was off on one of her many freebie complimentary breaks courtesy of a Cruise Liner who were having a three day trip to show off their new ship to the U.K. travel industry.

Before long, she was joined by a svelte beauty called Imogen, and they introduced themselves, smiling when they recognised another of the sisterhood. This girl grinned when Natalie gently stroked her thigh, and she held her hand tightly as her leg was caressed. Natalie boldly led her out to the floor and begun to dance with her. This girl reminded her of a tall version of Scarlett Johansson, one of her all time fantasy women, as they slowly moved their hips together. The girl shivered during a slow song as Natalie bent down to nibble on the skin of her neck, and drop little kisses on her earlobe, elegantly bedecked in a pearl earring.

As Imogen slowly ground her breasts into her, whispering compliments, and asking to extend the evening in somewhere more private, Natalie simply nodded in agreement. They held hands as they retrieved their coats and bags, and then caught a taxi to the maisonette.
When she got home she opened her favourite tipple, her bottle of Grand Marnier, and poured out one for them both. She put on some smoochy music and let her girl to the couch. As they made out, Natalie found herself getting aroused, so they made their way to her bedroom, where she undressed Imogen and brought her to bed. Before they got under the covers they were both naked, and judging by the state of Imogen’s aroused nipples, Natalie was sure she could complete this very steamy mutual seduction.

Natalie took her time kissing all over Imogen’s body, sucking on her toes while looking past the shapely thighs that she had earlier caressed to her goal, a tempting pussy. She moved up her body, kissing Imogen’s nipple, cupping her sex in her hand, gently feeling the moistness there. She wordlessly asked permission before prising the lips apart, slowly inserting one finger. Imogen begun to thrash on the bed as her vulva swelled up in response to Natalie’s ministrations. Her hips begun to move in response as a second finger was added. Imogen firmly held Natalie’s wrist and coached these fingers until the rhythm was just right. She groaned as her g spot was repeatedly stroked, then screamed as her orgasm took off, leaving her happy but too tender for prolonged exploration. Her sigh of satisfaction gave way to a more predatory look.

“My turn now, Natalie, lie back, you are going to enjoy this!”
Imogen set Natalie’s head on a pillow, as she moved her hips over Imogen’s waist. She held Imogen’s hands above her shoulders as she kissed her neck, licking a throbbing vein, slowly feeling the passion build.

She spent a long time kissing those cherry coloured lips, gently nibbling a lower lip, until she sensed that she was being led further south, where she begun to lick from the base of a voluptuous breast upwards towards a pink distended nipple. She sucked the nipple into her mouth until it reached her teeth. She used her teeth to pull out the head of the nipple. Her head was held firmly in place to ensure that she continued this assault.

“Imogen, please I need more”

Imogen realised that her enjoyment of Natalie’s body had led to an arousal that now required immediate attention. So she did what pleased her most, she deftly danced her tongue past a beautiful belly button beyond the panty line into a grotto of well trimmed pubic hair, scented in a subtle jasmine fragrance. Imogen gently prised Natalie’s legs apart and admired the lovely thick labia lips on view. She began by exploring the groin area at the top of Natalie’s leg which had lovely smooth kissable skin. She gently kissed both sides of the groin, and could smell the beginning of arousal of her hostess’s sex. She moved her tongue in to target this juicy pussy. With the tip of her tongue she moved up and down these luscious pussy lips that unfolded for her to reveal Natalie’s core. Natalie shuddered then quietly orgasmed.

Natalie took her time recovering. She then asked Imogen to stay the night.
She got them both a bottle of water, and they quickly got to sleep. Natalie was having a wonderful dream of her one true love’s green eyes as she woke to the feel of lips on her pussy. Before she could comprehend that this was not her Kerry, she felt Imogen’s head between her legs. Her body orgasmed once again, and it was O.K, but just not as good as the dream orgasms with Kerry, which were the best. Later that morning they had a quick breakfast and parted, not before Imogen left Natalie her number.

Natalie knew she would never use this, as even nights like this, meaningless as they were, made her feel disloyal to Kerry. Her carnal urges satisfied, she was once again the stoic woman, preparing to go out for a bit of retail therapy for the day, and some chocolate! There was only one girl for her, the one she had loved with all her heart for as long as she could remember.

She decided to wear one of Kerry’s soft sweaters going out, so that she could keep Kerry’s scent with her all day. She wasn’t expecting Kerry back until later in the evening as she thought she would probably visit Laura. She missed her pal.