The vibrant brunette, once more herself, looked with an eyebrow-raised smile at her empty glass. «If you say so, darling. I haven't felt this good in months.»

Carol laughed, a thousand things racing through her incited mind. She jumped up, took their glasses and tripped into the kitchen area. Peggy was still talking in that low, seductive voice of hers, but Carol wasn't paying much attention as she poured their drinks. Her thoughts were too filled with the sensual provocation of her sexy neighbor's lust-inciting admissions! She too had once known a girl like that … Barbara Carter, from her old neighborhood … but she'd never let her do it, and then Barbara had moved away!

Carol sliced lemon for her own drink as she pictured the way that girl Dottie must have looked naked with Ed White … her small, rounded breasts, the swelling, teenage hips, the dark curls spreading out enticingly between her thighs … damn, the mere thought was like some sort of aphrodisiac … and that she didn't need! What was wrong with her tonight, anyway? Too much to drink, probably.

«Y-You can use the shower first,» Carol said, handing Peggy her drink. «Come on, I'll give you a nightie.»

The older girl clasped the hand Carol held out, holding it with an extra gentle pressure that didn't escape the young blonde's notice. «I don't wear anything … if you don't mind,» Peggy breathed warmly at her. «Carol … are … are you sure you want me to stay?»

«Don't be ridiculous! Of course I do! And … and I prefer to sleep in the raw too!» the young divorcee almost gasped out. «Now … hustle into the bathroom! I'll follow when you're through …!»