After that first night when I popped Lydia's girl cork, she was insatiable. It was as if by introducing her to the delights of sapphic sex, I had created a completely new person. She turned her back on her old bohemian lifestyle and had little time for the men that had been such a bad influence on her. I was not complaining, but I could help missing Jenny, my own muse, who was on an extended business trip to Australia. I continued to insist that Lydia's cunt be shaved smooth at all times, as Jenny had done for me. She particularly enjoyed having her arsehole shaved as a prelude to anal oral.
Despite my regular passionate nights of with Lydia, I could not help thinking that something, apart from Jenny, was missing. I was increasingly thinking of sex with men. Less than a year ago, I classed myself as a straight female who occasionally enjoyed plain vanilla sex when the opportunity arose, although I admitted to being a little bi-curious. Now, after months of nothing but amazing sex with girls, I could not deny that I had a strong lesbian leaning but, if truth be told, I still yearned for real cock: not just cock but all the sticky emissions that came with them. I had tried to talk to Lydia about possibly bringing something more realistic into the bed but, not being the 'sharpest knife in the drawer', she had misunderstood and simply bought ever more realistic dildos, some of which were very anatomically correct indeed, although also very large.
One evening, when I was ploughing Lydia with a huge thick-veined black rubber phallus while a small smooth pink vibrator hummed gently in her anus, the phone pinged indicating that someone was trying to Skype us. I knew it must be Jenny from Australia and interrupted our fuck session to answer. She appeared on the screen with what looked like an airport check-in desk in the background.
"Hi gorgeous," she said. "I'm finished here and heading home, I should be back by tomorrow evening."
"That's great," I replied. There was a long silence followed by a loud squeal.
"What the fuck are you two up to?"
I realized that I was appearing on her screen dressed in nothing but a large strap-on dildo with Lydia's splayed legs in the background.
"Oh we were just warming up for your arrival," I replied nonchalantly while moving the phone lens to show the smaller dildo protruding from Lydia's arse and her glistening shaved cunt. I turned the lens back onto the strap-on and pushed it into Lydia's wet hole again.
"Hey, save one for me!" Jenny said plaintively. She then went on to give her flight details so that we could pick her up from the airport. Lydia was apprehensive. She and Jenny had never got on very well as flat mates. Jenny was critical of Lydia's hippy lifestyle and Lydia did not approve of Jenny's relationship with me. A few months earlier, I had removed most of Lydia's long unkempt hair and introduced her to the concept of regular showers and lesbian sex. I had no doubt that Jenny would approve of the changes but Lydia was still worried. I held her face in my hands and kissed her while reassuring her that everything would be fine. I noticed how much her hair had grown and realised that we were both overdue a haircut but that could wait until later because there was still a vibrator buzzing in her arse and a wet cunt to attend to.
The next day, we met Jenny at the airport in the afternoon. She looked different. Her face was tanned and her hair had lightened in the sun. She clearly had not had it cut in the six months that she had been away. We embraced and kissed passionately in the arrivals area and, as I ran my fingers through her collar length hair, I could not help wondering if she had let her bush grow too. Jenny then turned to Lydia who smiled awkwardly and held out her hand and weakly mumbled,
"Welcome back."
Jenny paused briefly and then exclaimed,
"Christ! Look at you. You look so cute with short hair." She spread her arms and hugged Lydia tightly. "You look so amazing. I could eat you and I probably will."
Lydia glowed and stood rigidly still as Jenny took her head in two hands and planted a kiss on her lips. Jenny talked excitedly as we drove home through the rain. She explained that she had not had much time for sightseeing because she had spent most of her time working.
"All work and no play makes you very horny," she sighed wistfully, "especially knowing what you two sexy sluts were getting up to."
We continued catching up over a bottle of wine in the kitchen until suddenly Jenny announced that she needed a shower. "Anyone want to join me?" she asked. I was just about to say yes when Lydia jumped and shouted, "Me!"