Writer's note: I would like to thank Pro_Ball_Player, a literotica writer, for inspiring me to write my own erotica. I would also like to thank Mistress Penelope and Andrea4328, my editors, for their assistance reviewing my stories for submittal.
This is a continuation of a lesbian tale... with more to come/cum.
Chapter 2, the story continues...
Waking up Sunday morning I was filled with two main sensations. One was that I was hung-over like crazy. Once again I had too much to drink. Aside from the splitting headache and the need to use a toilet my body (and frame of mind) were surprisingly relaxed. The next sensation filled me completely as I turned to get out of bed to notice my good friends, Susan, sleeping in bed with me. She was naked from the night before and I was filled with a sense of guilt the likes of which I had never felt before.
So much for the relaxation... I was paralyzed with fear. Had I molested my friends? Had they molested me? Had we gone too far? I think that last question was easy to answer. Last night was no dream; it was real. Dealing with it would take me some time. In last night's drunken giddiness I recalled being hesitant but also accepting of the lesbianism that consumed my three friends and me. In my morning stupor I was horrified that I could lose that much control over myself. How could I look them in the face without feeling the guilt that I felt right now?
Those questions would have to wait to be answered. Nature called and I slowly slid out of bed so as not to disturb Susan. Instead of using my bathroom which was adjacent to my bedroom I slipped down the hall, past the guest room (where Jenny and Michelle were sleeping with one-another) and down to the half bathroom on the first floor. Once I was finished using the toilet I washed my hands and face, took some Tylenol and headed to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee large enough for the four of us.
I took my cup, threw some Bailey's in it (hair-of-the-dog I guess) and went out to the patio. The crisp morning air helped clear my head and also helped wake me up.
After twenty minutes or so the patio door slid open and Michelle joined me.
"Good morning Mrs. Sunshine." She said.
"Good morning to you too. The coffee's ready. Cups are in the cupboard above the coffee maker. The cream is in the 'fridge' and the sugar's in the pantry." I responded.
"Thanks!"
A few moments later she re-joined me on the patio and topped of my cup with some fresh coffee.
She cleared her throat a little and then said:
"So, last night was a bit crazy, huh?"
"I guess you could say that." I responded.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm kinda' hung-over right now. My minds a blur; I'm not sure how to answer." I said.
The conversation had gotten cold. It wasn't my intent. I didn't want to offend Michelle I was legitimately torn between how I felt, how I think I should feel, and the fact that I really didn't know how I felt. I had never had a moment in my life where I had a cluster of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I was about to offer this information to Michelle when the patio door slid open for Susan and Jenny to join us.
"We hope you don't mind, we helped ourselves to the coffee." Jenny said.
"No, go ahead. I made plenty for the four of us. Did anyone want breakfast?" I responded.
"I have to admit, I am a bit peckish." Susan said.
"Why don't I help you with breakfast?" She continued.
She helped me make the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast the English muffins. As you can imagine, the breakfast conversation took on the tone of Michelle's questions and soon picked up where we paused the discussion.
When we got past the awkward recognition of the past night's events Susan was taking charge of the conversation again.
"So, how do we all feel about yesterday?" She asked.
I decided to lay my cards on the table. I told everyone about how I felt that the drinks contributed to the events. I told them I normally don't watch adult movies and that was the first time I watched girl-on-girl action for an extended length of time. I told them how I felt guilty for taking advantage of them. I told them that I thought it was fun last night and that I felt guilty this morning. I started to cry and told them how conflicted I felt. I hope that they understood and didn't take offense.
They all assured me that they didn't take offense and that they understood that I might have to decompress a little bit. Before last night they all had experience or deep interest in lesbianism and in that regard it was mentioned that I was somewhat of an outsider. My crying tapered off.
"I'm sorry I get this way." I pleaded.
"I just don't want to hurt any of you. You're my best friends." I continued.
"Lisa, nobody took advantage of anybody. We're not hurt and you shouldn't be either. We're here for you if you need to talk or cry or whatever." Susan said.
"I'm actually glad for the opportunity that last nigh afforded us. At the very least we've become closer friends." Jenny said.
"Listen," she continued, "maybe lesbianism isn't your thing. We won't hold that against you. We're all into our own thing. What remains important is that we're all friends and all can confide out deepest darkest secrets with each other."
I cried some more and thanked them for their kind words. I told them that I loved them and that I would just need time to sort through my head-space.
They all understood, helped me clean-up the house a little bit, and then headed home. After they left I noticed that Jenny had forgotten to bring her porno movies home with her. I would return them to her later in the week.
I spent the majority of the next few days by myself coming to terms with seducing and being seduced by my friends. They didn't seem to mind so why was I so upset? I really couldn't figure that out. Maybe I had some ingrained homophobia from my conservative upbringing, but I'm not homophobic. I support gay rights and true equality amongst all men and women. I think the main thing I was upset with was the fact that we were all drunk. How much of what happened that night was the liquor talking (so to speak)?
As that thought came into clarity I decided that I would watch one of Jenny's lesbian movies while sober to see what happens. It was sort of a control experiment like we learned in our lab days in chemistry class. However, that thought would have to wait. I had to go to work. It was now Tuesday after all.
Getting home from work I headed to the 'fridge' for a beer but remembered my promise to myself. I fixed myself a light dinner (chicken salad) and took a quick shower. It was a rough day at the office and cleaning it off me felt good. I dried off and slipped into a silk robe and then headed downstairs.
