"I wonder why Jessica wanted us to come over so fast," remarked Cindy on the way to the apartment of their friend, Jessica.
"She probably wants to tell us about her latest boyfriend," laughed Sally.
Sally and Cindy giggled at the thought of Jessica obsessing over yet another guy. A few blocks later they arrived at Jessica’s apartment. Cindy reached up to knock on the door, but it swung open before she could hit the hard surface. Cindy and Sally gasped at the person holding the door open. It was Jessica. But she wasn't herself. She stood with one arm raised on the threshold, the other holding the doorknob. Bright red platform sandals clung to her feet, her legs were bare and glistening with a sultry mixture of sweat and massage oil. Lace panties barely covered her pulsing pussy. Cindy and Sally's eyes ran from Jessica's bikini line, up her perfect abs, to her bulging breasts. A skimpy red bra held her tits together, hard nipples pushed out on the lacey fabric. Jessica's hair reached down to her breasts, gently tickling her cleavage. Her lips were pouty and shining, her eyes determined. The three girls stood in the doorway for a minute in complete silence. Cindy and Sally just stared, slowly getting wet and numb.
Finally Jessica invited them in, "I told you this was urgent! Come in!"
Jessica turned around, her ass sticking out, her back arched. She moved her head slowly, her hair trailing across her back. She led her friends into her red-lit bedroom. Sally and Cindy had always teased Jessica for her decor. It screamed, "I’m desperate! I need a man to fuck me!" today, however, their bodies looked at the lighting and furniture in a different way. Jessica jumped up onto the edge of her bed, her legs spread.
"Jessica, are you ok?" Sally asked, as she removed her jacket and sat on the couch.
"Something happened to me today. I was looking through old yearbooks and picture albums. I was trying to find a picture of one of my old crushes. After a couple hours I found him. And he wasn't as attractive as he once was. I was confused at how uninterested I was in him. I mean, I still like guys, but that's not all anymore. I kept paging through my books, and there was this one picture I could not take my eyes off. Jessica turned over on the bed, on her knees, reaching for the picture on her nightstand. She handed it to Cindy and Sally. The picture was from a few years ago, at a slumber party they had. It was right around the time when Sally and Cindy first realized they were lesbians. The two were experimenting at the slumber party. The picture was of Cindy and Sally in their bras and underwear wrestling on the floor. The girls giggled, remembering how horny and uncertain they had been.
