A Bird's Eye View

As quietly as possible, Tess retrieved her panties and crawled down the hall and into her room. Lying in her bed in a dreamlike state of sexual coziness, her mind replayed the scene. She kept returning to the vision of sweet and pious Donna with tits bouncing and enthusiastically devouring Stacy's succulent cunt. As these sex-infused thoughts swirled in her head, her hand played again with her soaked pubic hair. Tess worked herself up to a second smaller, but satisfying, orgasm.

Her brain then shifted to wondering why hadn't Stacy had never approached her? They'd been close, and Tess never had Donna's reserved front on sexual matters. Then wondered what she would have done if Stacy had hit on her? While she had no answers for the retrospective questions, she knew it would be different in the future. She drifted to sleep with a smile on my face.

Both Stacy and Donna slept late the next morning. When Tess passed the couch, she had a flash of longing and a rush of arousal. At breakfast, she eyed the newfound fuck buddies closely. Stacy was her normal, wise-cracking self. Donna seemed different. Still quiet and actively domestic, but she clearly displayed an atypical well-fucked glow. And, she seemed more attentive than usual to anything Stacy had to say. Tess thought 'Good for you, girl. Live it up a little.'

That morning, Tess reached two conclusions. First, that if this was Donna's first lesbian experience, it wouldn't be her last. Tess also decided she had gotten into too much of a conservative sexual and life rut. Maybe that was why Stacy hadn't approached her. That would change.

For starters, she definitely would not be the first to bed tonight. She would be on the couch and on the prowl.