That last was the first night he and she actually slept together in the same bed.
Little did she know that it was to be a long time before she'd spend an entire night alone. Though most nights he couldn't or didn't sleep over, every night after sleep came on also came a smaller presence; A smaller presence that would creep to her bed and climb into the covers. Lynette stayed home most nights, now a days, or came home from her boyfriend's by 12 or 1 AM. Those latter nights she crept almost straight into bed in her friend's room. She had found a new taste within her now that she'd never thought of before, and she was drawn to explore. For that she used her friend's bed, her friend's body, on any night that she could find her home and asleep. She used her friend's deep sleep state to experiment again and again. She used the ample gifts in the next bedroom – the accommodating vagina, and generous, responsive breasts – to find out what it was about another woman's body she could appreciate. After exciting herself some nights and comforting herself on others, or whenever she found she had the apartment to herself, Lynette sought the comfort of her training with the stolen sex toy. Another thing she was experimenting with to try to find some explanation; why was she so desirous of a bigger pussy? Why did she want so badly to train her twat to expansion? She found her boyfriend satisfying, but still... and her boyfriend, in how she had acquired him, had been an area of shame for her. She wondered, then, if she'd only been interested in him because he'd been forbidden fruits, OPP. So what was his interest; a tight pussy and a hard suck?
Some nights Lynette would think of this while toying herself or right after and she thought of other things on the way to sleep. Why were they like this? What was going on with them? Had she fucked her friend over? Again? And had that put some desperation into her friend's quest for self-esteem? Were they, like, little sluts? And had she done that, unwittingly, to her roomie? Thoughts like that were part of why she was so set on keeping her roomie's lover coming around. If she could keep that situation glued together maybe she could turn her friend back to solitary, stable relationships – even if her own vagina had to offer up the resin that would keep him stuck there. Lynette decided that, aside from wanting a piece of his action for herself, her desperation to keep him screwing girly next door made her feel atoned for having hurt her.
Her own ministrations on herself led her to another layer of shame within about two weeks.
One night she climbed into bed with her friend, the amazing sleeper, and began her almost-nightly explorations looking to advance on the peak of activity she'd reached the night before. That previous night she'd really pushed the envelope when she found that sleeping beauty would instinctively kiss and she shared a few soft frenches. During this night's explorations she decided to put that ability to another use. During her creepings Lynette worked her friend's body until she was lubricated and physically ready and did the same for herself, then she nimbly crouched near her roomie's face, exposing her naked vagina. Her outer labia still were quite tight over her own flushed inner openings – they never seemed able to close over the rest of her pussy when she really got going. He friend's seductively parted lips moved to suckle the presented clitoris. It was all so cute, she just had to see how long she could do this; how long she could take it and how long she could make it last before the deep sleeper was awakened.
Getting wet fingering herself and her friend she was sure she had some hint of fragrance, but she was confident in girly's ability to sleep, although she'd seen that her friend could be awakened by some circumstances. As she lowered she accidentally nicked her friend on the nose. A hand came up and waved an imaginary fly away. The attached arm was colied around Lynette's ankle and now she was obviously captured. As the hand settled across he chest the oblivious owner's form was left face still upturned and mouth pouting upward, ready for Lynette's intentions. Fearing that she'd pushed too hard the latter hovered some time; one minute, two. Her leg shook from holding her three-pointed balance without moving. Feeling a shameful creep didn't really deter her and she pressed on with her questionable experiment. She again lowered her crotch slowly to her friend's lips and realized she'd lost her moisture in her nervousness. That didn't much matter, what played on her mind was an eeking little voice that held that this was naughty – that she was being a bit of a bad girl. Still, she pressed on.
Gently she placed her lips to her friend's in what she hoped was the barest caress. She rocked her hips the tiniest bit one way, then another, to try and part that sleeping pout. She was greeted by the faintest 'smack' of a kiss and she stopped. Now, she'd been right, what next. She had to shift her weight on to her bed side foot and back and was touched with another, slightly firmer kiss. That one registered on her clitoris and she felt a little flush of blood to her face. Another wet 'smack' came and another, and Lynette, curiosity sated, had to deal with another dawning hunger. Her juices crept just a little from inside and she now wanted more of these. And more. A wonderment crossed her mind about why her friend, even asleep, would kiss her cunny, and she thought 'Maybe we women all do have a little bisexual streak.' It did feel sooo so good. Things increased when a sleepy head roll brought a chin to the labia and a probing tongue tapped another internal spot.
