It was not a nice Saturday. Outside cold rain spilled from an angry sky while a mournful wind howled a dirge to the beat of the water on the roof. Matthew, Cheryl's beau, was away on an army exercise in Queensland leaving her with nothing more than her vibrating dildo for sexual relief. Twenty-two years old and a grass widow, she thought as she lay back on her bed, dressed only in her silky robe and panties, with the magazines she had lifted from her brother's bedroom.
Her bedroom reflected her personality. An attractive girl with large green eyes standing out between a generous swirl of auburn hair and large, pouting lips. She carried in her genes the fire and passion of the Celts and this showed in the bold choices of color and design that made up her room.
She began thumbing through the pile lethargically stifling a yawn at the 'People' magazines that seemed forever doomed to regurgitate the same old drivel. Pushing each one out of the road to seek the next magazine in the heap Cheryl hoped with waning anticipation for something readable just to kill time until a decent 'soapy' came on television to transport her out of her cold, rainy Saturday for a while.
Her mother had asked her to come shopping and, although Cheryl considered that one of her most favorite hobbies, she had declined due to the cold inundation without and the fact that her two credit cards were maxed out. Idly she rummaged through the dwindling pile until a glossy pink magazine caught her eye. Curiously picking up the thick magazine Cheryl lifted it closer for scrutiny catching the bold black lettering of the title across the top. 'Lesbian friends' the title introduced the magazine and beneath two drop-dead gorgeous models clutched each other in a naked embrace, their mouths locked in a deep kiss.
Boyfriends had always been in plentiful supply for Cheryl and she had never felt her sexual magnet drawing her towards other women, but curiosity demanded she take a peek at this other lifestyle of which she had heard, but in which she had never indulged.
Opening the magazine randomly brought her to a two-page spread and face to face with the gorgeous models entwined legs wide apart so that Cheryl, as the voyeur to this lovely scene, stared fully into two gaping pussies. She blinked and turned the page where the brunette was straddling the blonde whose fingers were playing in the brunette's pussy. The two girls were kissing with lots of tongue and the brunette was tweaking the blonde's erect nipple.
Cheryl studied the picture for a minute or so and was amazed to feel a curious tingling in her own pussy at the erotic, yet tender scene the two women portrayed. Quickly flicking another page brought an image of the brunette with her face buried in between the blonde's spread legs. Cheryl could see her tongue busily working at her pink pussy that was already glistening with love juice. The brunette's ass was propped high in the air giving the reader a nice uninterrupted view of her pleasure zones and now Cheryl felt her own sweet muff getting damp as he juices flowed. She studied the picture closely and thrills went through her as her eyes lingered on the blonde girl's breasts crowned by large erect nipples. The girl's mouth, heavy with lipstick, was parted in ecstasy and her tongue protruded slightly as she licked her lips. Cheryl's left hand wandered down to her own warm cleft, her fingers working their way past her panty line until she was rubbing her hardening clitoris. I'm getting turned on! She thought to herself flicking over to another page. The two girls were really getting into it now and after a few pages the licking and fingering of pussy had given away to a strap on dildo worn by the blonde who was inserting it into the brunette's spread muff from behind as she knelt on the bed.
By now Cheryl had kicked off her panties and her own legs were spread wide as she thrust a finger into her sopping hole pushing the finger in and out like a slim dainty penis. Her moans had risen in intensity too as she ministered pleasure to herself. The magazine fell from her other hand as it too joined in, rubbing at her clit while she finger-fucked herself with her left. So intensely was she masturbating that she had thrown her legs into the air and wide apart while little groans and squeals escaped her. She could feel she was so close to cumming and her rubbing and probing intensified.
"Oh my God!" Cheryl cried as her tension mounted. The tingling was as if a current was passing through her groin and she knew she was going to cum any moment.
It was at that point that she felt she was not alone. Someone was watching her. She froze in the middle of all the action and slowly opened her eyes, her head turning towards the door of her bedroom. It stood ajar and framed in the doorway stood a familiar figure watching her.
"Emma!" Squealed Cheryl, her legs slapping together as she scrambled up into a sitting position. "Oh fuck. How long have you been there?"
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Emma Kirkhaus was smiling. One hand was on her breast while her other hand rubbed at her crotch. "Long enough, dear." She murmured as she advanced into the room. "I came in to say 'hi' to your mother. Your moans and screams brought me up here."
Their neighbor often came over from next door for coffee and since their carports were under a common roof she wouldn't even have to brave the rain to do so. Since the side door was rarely locked, Emma usually let herself in often without bothering to knock. Such was friendship.
Cheryl made as if to sit up, one hand seeking her discarded panties but Emma had reached the bed and gently patted her thigh, pushing her back into her original position.
"Now, dear. It's okay. Lie still." She reached over Cheryl and retrieved the magazine lying beside her. With one hand she flipped the pages scanning the pictures inside, her lips pursed appreciatively as she judged the perfect bodies of the two models.
'So beautiful, aren't they Cheryl." She looked at her smiling, "And so much in love."
Cheryl hadn't moved still partly in shock of having been caught by Emma with her legs in the air and both hands in her pussy. Emma's hand was still on her thigh and now she could feel her rubbing up and down gently stroking that area of her leg.
"I didn't know you were bi-curious, my darling. I have been for a long time but never had the opportunity to experiment." She reached with her free hand and stroked her cheek gently, her dark eyes smiling and moist.
