Barb and Emily didn't get together for their coffee until the following Monday morning. Barb called Emily around nine o'clock to see if she was receiving visitors.
"Hi Emily, it's Barb. Got a spare cup of coffee this morning?"
"Oh, hi Barb. I sure do, but you will have to excuse my appearance. I am still in Ted's T shirt, my hair's a mess, and I haven't gotten around to putting on any makeup yet. Give me 15 minutes to brew a new pot, then come on over."
"No problem, Emily. I just got out of bed myself. I'll just throw some clothes on and see you in a few minutes."
"Just wear what you have on now, Barb."
"The neighbors might object, Emily. I just got out of bed and Ken and I sleep naked."
"Hmm, well I guess you'd better put something on then, but don't go to too much trouble. See you soon."
Twenty minutes later, Barb rang Emily's doorbell. Emily greeted her still wearing a long T shirt with the local university's emblem emblazoned on the front. Barb was decked out in a tube top and a short wrap-around skirt. Barb could tell that Emily wore no bra under her T shirt. Her prominent nipples produced two points in the thin fabric. Barb's tube top did little to disguise her own unfettered breasts.
"The coffee just finished perking and I was just getting ready to pour another cup when you rang. I also toasted a couple of muffins to help us start the day," Emily said as she walked toward the breakfast room. Barb followed her and sat down at the table.
"What a bright, inviting room," Barb commented. "You have a great view of your back yard and all the flowers. Who does all the gardening?"
"I am the head gardener," Emily responded with a smile. "Ted helps with the heavy stuff, but I just love to work outside and I really enjoy the flowers and my other plants. We spend a lot of time in this room because it is so open and cheerful."
Emily bent to retrieve a platter from beneath the counter. Her shirt rode upward and Barb noticed that she was bare underneath. Emily's clean-shaven pussy lips were clearly visible as she pulled the platter off the shelf.
"It's nice to finally be in your house, Emily. Thanks for the hospitality."
"No problem. After all the time we spent at your place Saturday, a little coffee and muffin seems to pale in comparison," Emily said. "Your pool party was an amazing experience...I don't think we recovered fully until yesterday evening. I had more to drink than normal and I had a pretty heavy hangover."
"I'm so sorry, Emily," Barb returned. "I hope you aren't regretting that you and Ted came over."
"No, of course not. We discussed our evening several times yesterday. I think it helped Ted and I overcome some of our old hang-ups and jarred us out of a rut. I was just worried that Ken might have gotten upset with Ted and I for sort of taking advantage of you."
"On the contrary, Emily. Ken was busy yesterday putting all of those digital pictures on a disk. He should be finished with it this evening. I think he enjoyed watching me as much as I enjoyed your attention. Ken keeps eyeing my new landing strip that Ted did for me. Ken is looking forward to showing you and Ted the pictures this Saturday evening." "I'm relieved to hear that, Barb. I guess we all got pretty carried away the other night. That little clothing optional sign started it all! Once you shed your bikini and stepped into your pool, everything just seemed to go into high gear."
"Yeah, that did seem to break the ice I guess. We skinny-dip all the time, so we didn't think much about it. I'm just glad that you two are open-minded. I hope you both enjoyed yourselves. After you left, Ken was all over me and I was really horny. We made passionate love for a couple of hours."
"Ted and I were the same way. As soon as we got home, we left a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom. I don't know when I was so hot to have him in me," Emily responded. "We did it and I came at least twice. Then, I woke Ted up about six o'clock on Sunday morning and we made love again. Even with a hangover, it felt good," Emily laughed. "I guess we all had the hangover hots."
Barb smiled. "When Ted had his fingers inside me and you were playing with my clit, I thought I would lose my mind. What an amazing feeling to have two sets of hands pleasuring me at the same time...thanks."
"Well, Barb, one of my hands was trying to help you but my other hand was working to my own benefit," Emily admitted. "Watching Ted move his fingers inside you got me so aroused that I couldn't help myself. I have never touched another woman before. I hope you don't think I am weird or something."
"Honey, you helped put me in heaven the other evening. I am so glad you enjoyed it too. Us girls have to stick together. I'm just sorry that you didn't get some of the same treatment."
Emily hid a little smile. "Can I trust you with a little secret, Barb?"
"Sure, we should be open and honest with each other, right?"