What's happening to me, the brunette wondered, but she didn't try to fight the feelings. They intrigued her. Suddenly she saw a whole new world of possibility… a new aspect of sexuality. If she couldn't see her teen lovers so often this summer, maybe it would not be such a tragedy. Not if she could satisfy her passion in the arms of the woman who was the best friend she had ever known.

It was a daring thought. Her cunt was throbbing more hotly than ever. Her whole body was growing more and more sensitized to the pleasure her girlfriend was experiencing. When Jean groaned, Eileen trembled. She felt the dampness gush from her pussy and soak the crotch of her jeans. She knew how excited Jean must have felt, because she was feeling the same way.

"Oh, God, I'm so hot! I feel so wonderful, darling!" Jean cried out. Eileen could only guess at the fantasy that must be running through Jean's mind at the moment. Obviously, the blonde was not alone in her head. She was engulfed in an erotic atmosphere, with someone to report her pleasure to. The thought of the depravity of what the young housewife was doing made Eileen wriggle in sympathetic lust. Her swollen clitoris rubbed against the rough material of her jeans, almost making her cry aloud. Eileen had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself. She knew she could not, put off the pleasure of touching herself any longer.

Carefully, she pulled down the zipper of her jeans. She did not want to make even the slightest sound that might give away her presence and put an end to the lewd show in the next room. Eileen did not want her friend to know she was watching her. It was too soon. With time, the brunette would learn how open-minded Jean was. She would discover what the limits were with her. She did not want to jump the gun now and spoil her chances for the future.