Morgan had developed a crush on Amber almost from the time the two coeds started working as bartenders at the All American Sports Bar to help put themselves through college. And why not? Amber was a dark-eyed beauty, tall, but with a voluptuous figure that included wondrously full, yet firm breasts that could only belong to a young woman barely in her 20's.
Her eye-popping figure and dazzling smile allowed her to generate almost unprecedented tips from the male customers—a fact that fanned a few competitive flames in Morgan when they first met.
But Morgan certainly held her own when it came to looks, with shiny brunette hair framing a lovely face and eyes that that made you feel warm just to gaze into them. She was shorter than Amber by several inches, standing barely over five feet. But her own breasts, though smaller than Amber's, were full and round and looked almost as large on her trim body.
Once they realized there was no reason to be competitive with each other, the two comprised a formidable team behind the bar, attracting men (and certainly some women, too), selling drinks, and raking in the tips.
When Morgan first found herself attracted to Amber, she wasn't even sure Amber was interested in women in a sexual sense. Morgan knew Amber went out with men and that she had a special male "friend with benefits." But there was something about the way the two brushed against each other behind the bar that made Morgan think Amber might, indeed, be interested.
Morgan had already enjoyed several relationships with women and found them to be a wonderful complement to an active sex life with men. She had her own special friend, Tom, who always performed ably in response to a late night phone call.
As the two worked together over several weeks, the flirting and teasing increased, and then turned to little touches as they passed each other. It was becoming more apparent that the physical attraction was mutual, and it was just a matter of time before the friendship would take on a sexual dimension.
Finally, one Saturday night about two months into their friendship, Morgan and Amber had been out on the town with a group of friends, drinking, dancing and generally enjoying a relaxing weekend night. Most of the group returned to Morgan's house, where the drinking continued. It was not a drunken orgy or anything like that, but quite a few inhibitions had been checked at the door.
It was then that Amber, though usually a little more reserved than Morgan, made that oh-so-difficult first move to let Morgan know that she was, indeed, interested. And from that point on, the girls were both friends and lovers.
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Over the long Thanksgiving weekend, Morgan left Amber behind and made the 250-mile trip south to see her parents. It was a rare visit home, not only because of the distance, but because Morgan was a busy college student trying to work her way through school while carrying a full course load.
She missed her parents a lot—especially her mother, Kellie. The two were especially close. Morgan had an easy relationship with her mother, and the two could talk about almost anything, including sex. The two of them had been discussing sexual things since Morgan was quite young.
Morgan's parents were young, her mother only 40, and her dad just a few years older. They'd never tried to hide the sexual side of life from their daughter. They'd had a swimming pool as Morgan was growing up, and her parents hosted plenty of parties there that Morgan could observe and even participate in to a degree. So she had a good feel for how her parents enjoyed themselves.
Kellie was a young 40--a very attractive woman who worked hard to keep her body trim and fit. She had brown hair and eyes like Morgan. And seeing her mother, it was easy to tell where Morgan got her wonderful breasts.
The two times Amber and Kellie had been together, the women liked each other immediately. There was an ease between the two of them that Morgan really enjoyed seeing—the two most important women in her life getting along well.
The second time the three of them had gotten together for lunch at a little pub near campus during a visit by Kellie, Morgan noticed a special animation in Amber—a little extra laughing, more touching. And Kellie joined in the spirit, frequently reaching over to touch Amber when making a point or telling a story.
Afterward, when the two were alone, Morgan kidded Amber about flirting with her mom. Amber denied it, but she wasn't laughing.
Because Morgan had always been so open with her mother, she'd been feeling the need to tell her about the new relationship with Amber. And she vowed to make the revelation over Thanksgiving break. On Friday evening, Morgan found her mother sitting alone in their quiet living room and decided it was time.
"Mom, you like Amber, don't you?"
Kellie looked up from her book and smiled. "Of course, she's a wonderful girl. And so cute. Why do you ask?"
"Well, we've been spending a lot of time together . . . working together . . . partying some, too, you know."
Kellie smiled a little, remembering a few parties of her own at Morgan's age. "I can tell you're working up to something. Just spit it out. You know you can tell me anything."
"Well, Amber and I have sort of been seeing each other . . . you know, dating."
Kellie was quiet for a long time. Then finally, "Morgan, you know I want what makes you happy, and I can tell that you've been very happy lately. I guess Amber must get a lot of the credit for that.
"But, please promise me you won't get into this too deeply until you know this is what you really want."
"I won't, Mom. We're still just getting to know each other. And besides, we both still like men, too."
Kellie looked at Morgan with an expression her daughter hadn't seen before. It was a sort of far off, wistful look. "Okay, Morgan, now I'm going to tell you something. But first you have to promise not to repeat it—especially to your dad."
"Sure, Mom, I keep all your secrets." They both laughed, knowing there really weren't any other secrets to keep.
"Well, when I was your age, I had some . . . a few . . . girlfriends, too." Kellie studied Morgan's face to gauge her reaction.
This time it was Morgan's turn to be quiet—and she was for a good long time.
Finally, before Morgan could come up was an appropriate response to her mother's revelation, Kellie leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and headed for bed without saying another word.
Both women went to bed that night with a lot to think about. But above all, Morgan was thinking that she must have the coolest mother in the world!
