Note: Part 1 of this story was mistakenly (on my part) posted under "Incest" several days ago. To catch up on the story so far please review that posting.
Tom moved around the house quietly the next morning as he got ready for work. Amy was awake but still in bed when he left her with a quick kiss. "I'll try to come home early," he said as he left her.
Amy lounged in bed and relaxed as the events of the previous night rolled through her mind once again. She replayed the images of Leslie masturbating over and over trying to burn the images into her mind. She remembered Diana's touch on her tit and the way her lips felt so soft and wonderful.
Amy realized she must have dozed off again as the next thing she knew a couple of hours had passed and she could hear noises from down in the kitchen and from across the upstairs part of the house. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt with nothing underneath. There was no need to grab a robe or worry about being overly modest as there were only women left in the house now, so she headed downstairs.
"Hi mom," Katie cheerily said as Amy entered the kitchen. Amy was pretty surprised to see that Katie was already dressed and was wearing her coat. Katie had been in the middle of writing a note when Amy entered.
"I didn't think you would be getting up anytime soon," Katie continued. "We thought we would head out and I would show my friends around town a bit. You know, show them my old high school and maybe do some shopping. You want to come?"
"No, you kids go ahead," Amy answered. "I could use a nice cup of coffee and a leisurely read of the paper. Have fun and I'll hang out with you when you get back."
Katie gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and went out the door with a wave. Amy heard the girl's excited conversation start up almost immediately and then heard the car doors close and the engine start before the car drove away.
Amy fixed a fresh pot of coffee and sat down with the paper and a steaming cup. She had been sitting for about 20 minutes when she thought she heard a noise on the stairs. "Hello?" she called out. She thought she was alone and was taken by surprise by the noise of someone else in the house.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Hudson," Diana said from the stairs. "I hope I didn't scare you."
"No, not at all," Amy lied, "I just didn't realize anyone else was here."
Diana walked into the bedroom looking a bit like she had just rolled out of bed which, in fact, she had. Her jet black hair was tangled and her clothes were crumpled from the night's sleep. She wore a man's flannel shirt that was probably about two sizes too big for her and faded from age and use. The top three buttons were open exposing Diana's chest as she stood in the kitchen. Much more could have been exposed, Amy noticed, but the shirt just above where the first button was attached currently happened to be lying together. The shirt came all the way down to just above Diana's knees and she didn't appear to have any shorts on underneath.
"Can I get you something for breakfast?" Amy asked.
"I'd love a cup of coffee," Diana replied, "other than that I'm not a big breakfast eater. Mind if I just look around for something to nibble on?"
Amy poured her a cup of coffee as she told her where she might want to look for things to eat. Diana waited by the table and took a big sip of coffee when Amy offered her the cup. "Thanks," she smiled at Amy. Amy took her seat again as Diana turned and moved to the refrigerator.
Amy picked up the paper and acted like she had resumed reading, but the reality was that she was watching Diana. Diana opened the frig and leaned inside looking around. Amy noticed the bottom of the shirt had ridden up and exposed more of her thighs. Diana stood up and closed the door turning back toward the table with a yogurt container in her hand. Amy had to look away quickly so Diana wouldn't catch her staring.
"Is it OK if I have this?" Diana asked holding out the yogurt container.
"Sure," Amy answered without looking up from the paper. "The spoons are in the second drawer to your right."
Amy looked up again and immediately noticed that Diana's nipples were now poking through her top. Amy tried to discreetly watch Diana as she got a spoon and sat opposite the table from her. Diana took the comics and appeared to be engulfed in them and in eating her yogurt.
Amy was confused by what she felt as she watched Diana this morning. She was curiously drawn to watch Diana's body and had quickly noticed that the younger woman wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits, average in size for her 5' 5" frame, swayed erotically as she moved about the kitchen.
Suddenly Amy realized why so many times in her life she had caught guys staring at her tits. She could barely pull her eyes away from Diana's sweet tits. Seeing her excited nipples had caused a knot to form in Amy's stomach and she felt a sexual tingle between her legs. "What the hell is going on?" Amy wondered to herself, "How can I be feeling like this for another woman?"