Lesbian Sexual Fun


Lesbian Sexual Fun
We slipped into the apartment an hour later, our trophy in our hands.

Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy
into her dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it
to remember our fun.

After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused
me, even if she didn’t. I could no longer look at her without seeing
the tender fingers which had brought the tingling arousal through my
hips, the breasts that rolled against my back, and the lips that had
brushed so softly along my neck. Sometimes, just looking at her
lovely face brought the goose bumps back.