As the aftershocks of their orgasm faded into pleasant nagging throbs, Barbara pushed herself out of her sister's enfolding arms and struggled out of the bed, leaning down to kiss Betty a warm goodnight at the same time. Then, picking up her clothes and holding them casually in one hand, Barbara Jean left the master bedroom and walked down the hallway.
Erik, hearing some peculiar noises from outside his room, decided to investigate them. He had just opened the door a crack when he saw her, in all her naked radiance, her red-blonde pussy hairs damp and tangled, her puffy cuntal lips still swollen from love's gentle kisses, her firm, uptilted tits heaving and swaying sexily.
Little wonder he experienced his first spontaneous orgasm, just from seeing her lush form.
CHAPTER THREE
For Betty Sue Swensen the morning was rather conventional, especially after the fiery lovemaking session she had participated in the night before with her own sister. She had expected to wake up singing, at the very least, love's old sweet song.
Instead, she had a hangover, brought on by drinking too much beer too late into the night, as well as from smoking some of Barbara's marijuana. Betty remembered that her sister called it "really good quality shit". Judging from the dragon-mouth coating her throat, it really was good quality shit, especially the beer.
Betty had never thought of her lesbian lovemaking with Babs as being perverted. On the contrary, it had just developed naturally between the two girls, being so close and all. It seemed to be the proper way for each of them to show how much they loved the other.