author’s comment – ok so it’s been a while since I wrote part one. But with a 4.0 average review, I figured that you guys (and gals) would like a continuation. If you like please email me through the link below.
Amy stirred and woke with a start. She wasn’t alone. Then she remembered a whispered request
“Please stay with me?”
And it seemed that Lisa, the tall raven haired Canadian, had stayed the night.
As if hearing her think her name, Lisa woke, stretched languorously, and rolled over. As she looked into the redhead’s eyes, she smiled.
“Hey, good morning gorgeous.”
“Good morning yourself” said Amy, kissing her on the lips. “And thank you for staying.”
“mmm. No need to thank me – not after last night..”
“Listen.” Started Amy. “About last night..”
Lisa interrupted. “what, didn’t you..”
“No, no, quite the opposite” said Amy. “I loved it. What I wanted to say was.. well.. it’s something that I had been wanting to try for ages. Matt and I had talked about it.. you know, it’s most guy’s fantasies to see their girl get it on with another girl.. but I’d never really had the courage to ask. I know that some of the other girls on tour are that way.”
“Really? Who?” asked Lisa, propping herself up on her elbow.
“oh, err.. I really shouldn’t say.. what the hell. Stacey, for one, and she can get really camp and open about it. Patricia, I’ve caught copping a feel whilst we’ve been in ring, but she’d never admit it. “
“Patricia?”
“Trish! Jeez, you are a little star-stuck aren’t you?”
“Star-fucked you mean,” said Lisa, leaning over Amy and kissing her.
Amy lay there, letting Lisa’s strong tongue enter and probe her mouth. She felt her nipples tighten and could feel the heat of Lisa’s body against her. Every muscle in her body ached for the same release she had felt the previous night.
Aware that they had to be at the production van to talk about travel and their next booking, she pulled away.
“we’ve got things to sort out,” she mumbled apologetically.
“Shower?” asked Lisa, to which Amy nodded.
“But we’ve not much time. We’ll have to share.”
They both clambered into the small cubicle and spent half an hour washing each other down and soaping each other up, not saying anything until they got out and were towelling themselves dry.
