"Do you ever pick out pictures in the flames?" she asked the younger woman.

"Oh yes… I see many things there." Jean did not protest when Eileen filled up her wine glass. She sipped thoughtfully. Eileen worried that she might be slipping into a wine-induced depression. She worked quickly to seize the blonde's attention before she started to dwell on Todd and her shaken marriage.

"I see sexy pictures in there. That's just me, I guess. One-track mind!" She giggled and took a drink of wine. Jean had moved a little closer to her. She could smell her perfume. Her thigh rubbed slightly against her forearm. Her hot young pussy was only a hand's length away, under her long cotton skirt. Eileen's courage was fast catching up with her desire.

Jean sounded interested, "Like what? What do you see?"

"I see two figures writhing around desperately."

To her amazement, she found that she liked what was being done to her. She liked the forbidden excitement of feeling a woman's mouth grappling with her own. Her cunt throbbed at the taunting stimulation of Eileen's tongue jabbing deep into her throat. Though she still felt intimidated by the sheer perversion of what was going on, she found herself thrusting her own tongue out a little way. She was seeking out the lurid passion that Eileen was offering her. Her trembling body was hungry for this hard tender passion from the woman who was her oldest and dearest friend, who was in fact the person who cared more for her than anyone in the world.

"Hhhhhhhnnnhhh…!" Her tongue grew downright bold in pursuit of Eileen's lusty probes. The combination of the many glasses of wine she had drunk, and the erotic stimulus she had enjoyed with Randy earlier in the day, made her feel intensely self-indulgent.

What they were doing was wrong, so her moral teaching had taught her. But it couldn't be any more wrong than, the shameless way she had arranged the rendezvous with that pretty teen this morning! Why make distinctions between one depravity and another? Both circumstances had something compelling in common: they both made her feel wonderful… so good she did not have the heart to stop before she got in deeper.