Liz sat sideways on the couch looking over its back and diagonally to peer between the living room, where they were watching television, and through the dinning room into the kitchen, where her mother was cleaning the dishes from that night's supper. Liz turned back towards Beth, her nearly life-long best friend, "Okay, I think we're okay." she whispered. The two girls, both less than a week past their eighteenth birthdays, pulled the blanket over themselves.
In the kitchen Shannon took her time with the few dishes that the three women had made. She knew what the girls were up to, she had caught them many times over the years and had decided to let them explore their curiosities; though the girls believed her to have no idea of their exploits. She chuckled to herself at the idea that the girls thought no one would suspect their goings on as they are huddled together under a wool blanket in June watching reruns of the Gilmore Girls. She was happy for her daughter Liz, she was wise enough at her young age to both recognize her attraction to her own gender and wise enough to not try lying to herself about it for the first twenty-five years of her life like Shannon had.
Dish rag in hand, Shannon reflected on when she first decided to take the plunge and try the ladies. She spent the first year and a half of her lesbian existence moving from one hairy-bushed, bull-nosed dyke to another before finally finding other
women
who liked women. Some of her first lesbian encounters with the dykes had almost made her want to become a nun and retire her pussy forever. Liz, she was lucky with Beth. Beth was about 5'6" tall and somewhere around 125 pounds, blonde hair with blue eyes, she had a nicely rounded and full bottom but not flabby, her breasts were respectable and perky, though with her ass they seemed somewhat smaller than they should be. She was quiet, maybe not dumb, but like all girls that are to the far right on the bell-curve of looks, she never talked too much about anything, she just kind of sat around being pretty.
Beth was almost an opposite of Liz, quite attractive in her own right, but different from her friend. Liz was short, about 5'1" and maybe ninety-five pounds. She had light brown hair and big brown eyes. Her ass was good for such a skinny thing, but she struggled to have A-cups. Liz more than made up for her smaller size by having megatons of sass. While Beth never spoke, Liz never shut up. She hadn't, at least not yet, inherited her mother's Build. Shannon was totally tits and ass. A lot of which was helped by her one and only pregnancy. She worked hard to keep herself in a nice balance of fitness without looking like the dykes of her past. She was 5'6" and about 155 pounds with dark black hair and brown eyes. She was a blend of classic Soccer mom and Milf that completely concealed her Sapphic lusts.
In the living room, as always, Liz initiated the proceedings by pulling her blonde friend's skirt up and sliding her bikini panties to the side. She felt her friend's sweet pussy was already saturated and her sent, not bad or offensive, however quite strong, began to fill Liz's nostrils. Had it not been for the blanket over them Liz was sure that Beth's sent would have dispersed though the entire room. She started by stroking her middle and ring fingers on the outsides of her best friend's labia. She barely made contact with the pussy lips knowing that the slight contact would accelerate Beth's arousal without resolving it. The blonde took one of the throw pillows to her face, Liz knew the moaning was about to begin. Beth, in her sexual frustration, began to thrust her hips up trying to increase the friction of her friend's manipulations. Liz reacted by slapping her friend's cunt causing a wet smack loud enough to make Liz look in her mother's direction to make sure they were still operating under the radar.
Shannon rolled her eyes to herself imagining where the two had gotten to by this point. They had become progressively more adventurous and daring over time. Not long ago Liz and Beth had been upset with one another, concerned with her daughter's happiness Shannon ease dropped in on one of their phone calls. She listened to Beth's tearful chastising of Liz for breaking her hymen and a tearful Liz pleading that it had been an accident. By the end of the call Liz agreed to let Beth pop her cherry as a form of carnal restitution. Shannon was sure that they had followed through with the plan and that their sexual escapades had to have continued to escalate.
Liz decided to pick up her pace as she knew her dad was coming by to pick her up for a three day weekend with his new wife. She inserted her index and middle fingers into Beth's pussy and used her thumb to make little circles on her friend's clit. Beth was grunting and moaning into her throw pillow her hips thrust and bucked. Liz couldn't wait for the day that one or both of the girls had a place of their own and she could hear Beth's sounds out loud. She knew that Beth was close to cumming and then it would be her turn.
Shannon, having completed the dish washing of the evening, stood in the kitchen not wanting to disrupt the magic she was sure was in progress in the other room. She would pick up and then put back down a plate in the cupboard every couple of dozen seconds to keep making noise for the girls' sake. Soon a pair of headlights turned into the driveway. Shannon felt pains of empathy for the disappointment that the girls would experience having to stop in middle of the act, such as it was, because for the first time in his life, Liz's father was early.
Shannon walked into the dinning room, before she cleared the corner to be in the living room she stopped dead in her tracks. The television illuminated the girls on the couch which was reflected in the window. They had gotten into it so much that they hadn't noticed the blanket had fallen away. She saw Beth holding a pillow to her face and he other hand was kneading and molesting her tits. Then Shannon saw Beth's pussy, in all its glory: soft, wet, swollen, and shaved completely bald. Shannon might not have snapped out of the hypnotic trance she had fallen into at the sight of Beth's cunt had it not been for the wetness she felt in her own panties. She stepped back into the Kitchen. "Liz!... Your father just pulled in!" Shannon called out as she walked through the dinning room and into the hallway towards her bedroom averting her eyes from the living room.
"What?!... Mom! He is way too early!" Liz protested, having not yet gotten her friend off at all but getting her self horned up in the process. Shannon, in her bedroom, quickly removed her pants and her damp, low-rise thong panties and tossed the later atop the clothes hamper in her bathroom.
