What A Difference A Day Makes (Chapter 1 Of 2) free porn video

Chapter 1 – First half of my incredible day:

My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs. dripping wet. Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust. My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest. Let's see, what else might you want to know? I am very athletic, dark hair, nice face with a ready smile. My sense of humor borders on the absurd, which means I get jokes that no one else seems to get. For example someone handed me a report the other day. A 32 page, printed in color, professionally bound, report on the status of my school district's paperless automation initiative. For some reason I thought that was funny – come on, a 32 page, printed in color and bound report on going paperless? I thought it was a joke at first. But few understood, even when I showed them the report. Oh yea, and the guy who wrote the report is now annoyed with me because I was laughing at his department's hard work. I guess I know which department I won't be working in, which is fine with me. He needs my network services more than I need his addiction to paper. Personally I think he liked the smell of those old mimeograph machines!

What do I do for a living? Well, I am a cross between a school teacher and a computer technician. I left my last job, as a computer consultant, on the verge of either burn-out or professional suicide (no, I didn’t hit that asshole. . . with a bat . . . no matter how much he deserved it and no matter how the story is now told). I took a job teaching computer science stuff at a HS near where I grew up. Since I have all that geek stuff in my background, I also take care of the school system's networks and get involved with a couple of other local schools and two community colleges' comp-sci departments. I've developed a good reputation as an expert in the field. I guess that's another reason I was giggling at laughing boy's report. I know how much people still want to print stuff, even e-mails. Going paperless is a nice dream, but people are totally addicted to their hardcopy. I guess I am too, but hell, I wasn't trying to change the world, just survive.

So professionally I was doing well, recovering nicely from my near burn-out. Family-wise things were fine. My folks are still alive and doing great, a few other relatives in the area helped keep deep me in nieces and nephews. I appreciate Christmas so much more with kids around, but I refuse to have any of my own, just yet. I know, maybe that would help my titty-inadequacy self-image problem, but a kid just for bigger boobs, and possibly only temporary ones? Not worth it. Likewise surgery doesn't float my boat either. Although I did date a plastic surgeon once and he offered me a great discount. But he wanted to add to the bust, and fill out the hips more. I told him if he wanted his mother he should keep on looking. I heard a few years later that he did get married and using his skill turned his new wife into a younger version of his mother. I just hope she's nicer than his mom, who treated everybody of his girlfriends like they were the Whore of Babylon coming to take her precious away. I wonder what a therapist would say about that relationship. I get chills just thinking about it.

What does all this have to do with a difference one day made in my life? I guess I just wanted to give you a little background. My life would certainly different, probably diminished in many ways if that day had never happened. If you knew me back in HS, you would never recognize me now. It's not that I've changed a lot physically, except for that unusual growth spurt when I was in college, 5'8" to almost 5'11 is pretty weird after you turn like 18 -- don't you agree? But the college volleyball team didn't mind. The face is still the same, maybe just a touch more make-up nowadays. But the reason you wouldn't recognize me is because you probably never noticed me in HS. I was the perennial hanger-on, a follower, basically a non-entity until one day halfway through my senior year when another girlfriend and I snuck into the boy’s side of the pool and spied on this one guy in the shower. It was a memorable 24 hours and certainly changed my life!

"Come on." Patty whispered as she boldly crossed the invisible line between the boy’s end of the pool and ours. I followed her, not sure what she was up to, but she was my best friend and worldly beyond my measure.

I followed her past the office and snuck into the locker room. We were looking around, I remember thinking that it was just like ours, clothes everywhere, towels dropped on the floor. I always thought girls were neater, but from the looks of things we were both a sloppy group. We heard a shower go on, which was a surprise because it was too early for the period to be ending. I grabbed Patty's arm in shock, and then she practically dragged me to where we could see into the showers.

It was Tom, a guy from my bio class. He was an average guy, on the skinny side, but a reputation as a nice guy. I wasn't into dating at all, guys tended to ignore me especially with any more 'developed' girl within view. So here I was secretly watching a guy set the temp on the water to take a shower.

He started tugging down his suit, and I gasped out an "OMG!"

Tom turned and walked over toward the other entryway into the showers. He saw us standing there and froze, then he grinned. Pat smiled right back at him! "So are you gonna take them off or what?" said Patty, my hero. I was torn between wanting to see and wanting to run away, but Patty kept a tight hold on my arm making up my mind for me.

Tom smiled nervously and said "I was planning on it, but now I am not sure."

Patty pulled me in front of her and as I looked behind, she pulled her straps down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts, then pressed them against my back, holding me against her. "You get to see when I get to see."

"What about Brooke?"

Patty's hands came up and covered my almost negligible breasts, "We'll see about that another time. Right now it's your move."

Tom complied, and pulled his trunks down, kicking them to the side. There he was, naked as I felt and I was feeling really strange. Patty's hands on my breasts weren't helping me. Her chin was on my shoulder and she was breathing hard in my ear. I swear the room was spinning.

Patty moved next to me, giving Tom a clear view of her chest. Even I looked over at her, and I had seen her breasts lots of times. Her breasts were large for a high-schooler, hell they were large for an adult! I don't ever remember seeing her nipples so tight, even on those days when the gym shower was out of hot water.

Tom pursed his lips and let out a small whistle. He took a step closer and I tried to back away, but Patty wouldn't let me. She had one arm holding me around my shoulders and her hand on my arm.

"Touch it." Queen Patty commanded Tom. He said no, then he stood closer, "You touch me."

Patty didn't hesitate one second and took his thing in her hand, squeezing it. It seemed in no time before it started growing! It must have only been 4 or 5 inches, but at the time it seemed enormous.

Patty's hand caught mine and she took it and wrapped it around his cock. I was holding it as it expanded. It was both soft and firm, I was floored. I barely felt Patty let go of me as I stood there fondling it. She pushed me down on my knees and I got an eye-level view as I held on to it. She reached over and kissed Tom, I think he touched her tits and she whispered something to him. He nodded.

Then she was kneeling by me. "Kiss it."

"Wha?" that broke my reverie.

"Kiss it, like this." The amazing Patty kissed the tip and it jumped in my hand.

She looked at me, "Go ahead it doesn't bite."

So I kissed it. I think I was beyond surprise. The head was soft, softer than the rest, but it had a rubbery feel. I thought I was only going to touch my lips to it, but I held it there for a few seconds.

"Sorry to leave you needing a cold shower, but the period is about to end, and I have to get my cock-kissing friend out of here before she gets more than she can handle." Patty said.

She pulled me up and I turned 11 shades of red at her words. Tom stopped her for a second for a kiss. Her hand touched him again, wrapping around his cock and pulling it gently.

To my surprise he kissed me as well. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel his cock against me as it nested in the valley made by my thighs and crotch. I was about ready to pass out!

Patty dragged me out and we waited by the office until we heard all the guys heading into the shower from the other side. Them we slowly made our way back to our side. No one was the wiser because the girls were in our shower. Patty and I went last, next to each other, and lost in our own thoughts. I was shaking a little, even in the hot shower. Was I in shock or still excited. I had seen a real cock, and kissed it. This morning I would have told you that only a dirty, nasty girl would do such a thing, and only a real slut would enjoy it. Was I a slut? Washing my pussy told me that part of me certainly enjoyed it. Patty enjoyed it as well, and she liked having me there. If I am a slut, what does that make Patty? She was no dirty girl, she was amazing. I looked over at her and she was washing herself as well. No! She was doing more than washing herself. My face burned hot as I realized she was doing something that I sometimes did in my bed, very late at night or very early in the morning. Her eyes were closed, one hand up tight to her pussy, the other was holding the shower head-directing the flow at her pussy. Thank goodness the other girls had finished and we were alone.

I stepped close, and hissed at her. "Patty, will you..."

Her hand came down from the shower and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing hard, and her body shook violently. I moved in front of her as she fell against me, wrapping my arms around her and losing the battle to hold her up when the swim coach/gym teacher, Mrs. Terrance, came into the showers.

Panicking, I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Miss T, she slipped."

I got her down on the floor by the time Miss T got there, Patty's thighs had released her hand. I think Miss T noticed. She cocked her eyebrow to me as if to say "Slipped, yea right!" as she knelt down and roused Patty from her stupor.

Patty didn't even have the decency to blush as Miss T took over and asked if she was OK.

Miss T helped her up and I wished the water would have just dissolved me down the drain. Patty came up like a rocket, actually bumping into Miss T, she stumbled and they both grabbed me to steady themselves. Now I really felt inadequate. Miss T was what Patty will probably look like in 7 or 8 years, while little ol' me would never measure up physically.

Miss T gave us each a look, that had me shivering, but didn't faze Patty any. It was like she was daring Miss T to say anything.

I think Patty won some sort of exchange that was beyond my ability to comprehend. It tweaked my curiosity, but still was out there somewhere. Whatever just happened, Miss T walked out and left us to clean up.

As we walked out of the pool area, finally dressed and back on earth, Patty asked me if I was coming over after school. It was like she wanted to make sure of something that happened every afternoon for the bunch of years. After school I would head to Patty's because it was always more interesting than my house. Patty lived with just her Mom, Elaine, and her older sister, Cathy. I never knew her dad, he and her mom divorced a long time ago. Patty never mentions him.

My house was pretty dull in comparison. Just Mom, Dad, and me. Since both of them worked, I wasn't too thrilled hanging around alone, so unless something was up, I could be found at her house.

"Of course I'm coming over."

"Good, I have a surprise planned."

"What is it?"

"If I told ya, it wouldn't be a surprise. Oh, and bring your skimp."

My skimp was a bathing suit I wore for just sunbathing. It was a tiny thing, something my Dad would flip out over. Even Mom hadn't actually seen me in it. I use it when Patty and I would lay out in her backyard, her very secluded and private backyard. Patty had a similar suit. It was so small she could never wear it to the beach or pool because she tended to fall out while walking. But it offered just enough coverage to not be naked.

I don't know what her surprise was, but I knew I needed to talk about her stunt in the shower, both showers!

Thinking about it made me blush.

"I know what you’re thinking about, you little cock-kisser you." She whispered to me.

I blushed even more and pushed her away heading to my next class. The rest of the school day ended with me still blushing every time I thought about Tom and his thing and what Patty did. I am so glad neither of them were in any of my afternoon classes and for the first time ever I was glad Patty wasn't in my lunch period. I doubt I could look either of them in the eye.

School finally ended, and like usual a quick stop at home, drop off stuff, grab other stuff, including my skimp, and off to Patty's.

Patty was flying solo, Cathy was at work and Elaine was out until later.

We were changing into our suits, Patty had stripped down and sat cross-legged on the bed fiddling with ties of her suit bottoms in her hands. She looked nervous for some reason. "Brooke, um..."

I looked right at her. She put her suit bottoms down.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

I sat on the edge of her bed, holding my top. "Which earlier, the boys shower or ours?"

She grinned with her usual self-confidence. "Oh not the boys. I'm not sorry about that, are you?"

I blushed again, damn fair skin.

"I knew you would like it. Tom was just a bonus. You looked so sexy on your knees like that."

"Yea, me sexy. Sure."

She looked at me, her apology forgotten for the moment. "Yes, Brooke, you. I know you think big tits make a girl look sexy, but you are wrong. The look on your face, how gently you touched Tom, and when you kissed him. I thought I was going to die."

I blushed deeper while she kept talking. "I know you think guys never notice you, but you are wrong on that score as well. Yea they tend to stare at my chest, but they look at you a lot also. You are always too busy looking at the ground to notice."

Patty sounded so strange.

"Tom even gave you such a great kiss. He barely touched me."

Patty jealous? Of me?

She surprised me and grabbed her breasts. "These can be a nuisance as well. So many people treat me like I am an idiot because I have big tits."

I never thought such beautiful breasts could have a downside. Her fingers left red marks where she had grabbed them.

She regained her composure and smiled at me. "Brooke I wish you could see yourself like I see you."

I dropped my eyes.

"I was saying that I am sorry for getting so carried away in our shower. I was so turned on by what happened that when I was rinsing off I couldn't stop."

"We could have gotten in serious trouble. We didn't fool Miss Terry for a sec."

"Terry wouldn't report us."

"How do you know that?"

Patty smiled. "Come with me."

Still naked, she padded out of her room. I dropped my top and followed her, at least I had my bottoms on. Being naked wasn't a big deal. In this house full of girls it never caused a comment. I'd seen Cathy and Elaine in various stages of undress. I think that was one reason I felt so comfortable over here. No one got uptight about little things.

Patty went into Cathy's room. "This is a real hush-hush. She doesn't know I know about this." She pulled a box from the bottom of her sister's closet and sat on the floor rummaging through it. "Brooke, I trust you with my life, but this is part of Cath's life. Will you swear to keep it between us?"

"I love Cathy. She's practically my older sister as well. I wouldn't hurt her for anything."

Patty pulled out a Polaroid picture. It was Cathy, probably back in high school. She had her arm around another girl, a familiar girl. "Recognize them?"

"Cathy of course, but the other girl, sorta."

"That's Cathy and her girlfriend Ann. Ann Southern, but her married name is Anne Terrance."

"Wow, Cathy and Miss T were friends in HS." Cathy's face had filled out a little since HS, but Miss T's face looked almost gaunt compared to how beautiful she looks today.

She pulled another picture out, Cath and Miss T, kissing, not only kissing, but kissing topless. I was shocked.

"Cathy's a..."

"No, she's not. Trust me I know."

I was confused.

"At most she's bisexual because I know she like guys."

Bisexual. The word left a strange taste in my mouth. Was that a bad thing? I looked at the picture again. They certainly looked sexy. Patty handed me another picture. Cathy and Miss T in bed, looking very happy, and very mussed up. Cathy was even waving at the camera.

"Who took these?"

"I have no idea. I can't even tell Cathy I found them." She laid out several more pictures, all very sexy. I was feeling that dizzy feeling again.

Patty's voice moved while I was looking at the pictures. "I have to admit the pics got me really excited. Almost as excited as watching you." Her voice was coming from behind me. Her body pressed against me and her arms came around me. "It wasn't Cathy or Miss Terry that turned me on, but the idea of Cathy and her best friend. I knew then that I wanted my best friend too." She hugged against my back, shaking. She was crying. My Patty was crying.

I twisted within her arms and hugged her to me. "Patty..."

She sniffed. "Don't say anything yet, please. I've gone this far, I need to say these things before I chicken out."

I was still confused, but one thing rang true, my best friend was crying, Patty never cries!

"When I saw these pics I was dying to ask Cathy how, and why. But most of all when I looked at those pics, I saw you. You and me. I know you might hate me, but I have been going insane thinking of how to ask you. Knowing it might ruin being friends."

I held her nude body to my almost nude body and tried to calm her down. She was almost hysterical.

"Patty, Patty, take it easy." I stroked her face and hair. She still was crying and mumbling. I couldn't stop her. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't listen. She was totally caught up in some kind of fear cycle. My friend, who isn't afraid of anything was suddenly afraid of me. My friend who thought I was pretty, no more, she thought I was sexy. It struck me, Patty loved me. More than just friendship, she really loved me. I wasn't confused anymore, well maybe somewhat confused about what to do, but not confused about her feelings, or mine. I loved Patty, and would do anything for her. How to get her to realize this?

So I kissed her. Harder than Tom had kissed me. It took several seconds before she responded. Her crying still had her gasping. Our kiss turned into a series of kisses as she calmed down. She fell backwards and I followed her down. I ended on top of her, still kissing her tear-streaked face when she stopped. She looked at me. "I love you Brooke!"

"I know Patty, I love you too!"

At my words, her legs opened and I felt them wrap around me. Pushing up on my arms I looked down at my Patty. Her face radiant, her perfect breasts pulled a little towards her sides from gravity. Her nipples tight little nubs. Her pussy was pressed against my lower stomach, right above my bottoms. She was so wet, it felt like liquid fire on my skin.

"Are you sure Brooke?"

"A hell of a time to have second thoughts, Patty-mine. I'm just not sure what to do."

"Oh I think you two will figure it out just fine."

I tried to jump, but Patty's legs kept me against her. I looked up and it was Cathy. Oh my god!

I rolled to one side, Patty released me and looked at her sister.

"I don't care what you do, just not on the floor of my room, OK?" Before we could answer, she continued. "And stay the hell out of my stuff, Brat."

Hearing one of her pet nicknames for Patty, I knew she wasn't really mad.

Patty still didn't say anything and I was about ready to start gibbering when the rest of reality flooded in.

"Get your asses dressed, Mom's on her way home. We can talk about things later. Brooke, since its Friday why don't you ask your folks if you can spend the night. You two will have some things to talk out and now is better than later."

Patty finally smiled and got up, gave her sister a quick peck. I got up much slower, still not sure what planet I was on. Cathy held out her hand and kissed me on the cheek. "I knew you two would discover each other eventually. It's really alright Brooke. Don't fret so."

I hugged her for a sec and turned to follow Patty down the hall to get dressed. Cathy was cool, but Elaine might freak. I glanced back and asked Cathy a question.

"Who took the pictures, Cathy?"

Cathy smiled her "I know something you don't know." smile and answered. "You are quick as well as cute. But Brooke, that's not my secret to tell, not without an OK. Now shoo and get dressed before Patty gets mad at me."

I looked puzzled.

"For making a play for her girlfriend."

I laughed, not taking her interest seriously. I caught up with Patty and we went into her room, arm in arm.

She collapsed on the bed like a huge load was off her shoulders. She took a deep breath and shifted as I snuggled to her. Her arms gathered me in close. "I can't believe this. You don't hate me and Cath seems OK as well."

I leaned over and bit her nipple. She jumped and looked shocked.

"Two things you need to remember, Patty-mine. We are friends, and we have always been able to share, talk, and be honest with each other. Don't ever worry yourself again on that score."

"What is the second thing?"

I leaned my head down and licked the nipple I bit before. She arched her back, pushing her breasts to my face. "The other is that since I will never have a perfect pair of breasts like these, I plan on having them as often as possible from now on."

"Oh Brooke, they are yours, anything I have is yours. My body, my things. You can live here with me, forever."

"Careful Patty, that sounds like a marriage proposal."

"I will ask you to marry me someday! Count on it."

OMG, did she say what I think she said? Could life get better? Patty's arms relaxed as the relief from her stress made her sleepy. I got up on one elbow and studied her. Relaxed, she was so beautiful. Her face, still showing some of the emotions of earlier made her look vulnerable and more approachable than before. She was breathing slow and steady. Her breasts rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. A tiny waist opening up to perfectly proportioned hips. Long legs meeting in a light patch of hair that made me think about the things to come. Being a virgin didn't mean I was ignorant, just inexperienced. Patty wasn't a virgin, well not where boys are concerned. Boys made me think of Tom and the shower. My pussy got hot again, I could feel juices starting to flow as I thought about Patty masturbating, and the feel of Tom's prick.

Without thinking, I pressed my hand to my own pussy and the feeling made me gasp. I was swollen and my hand felt better than ever right there. Pressing my hand flat and rubbing downward made me almost meow like a cat.

A knock at the door, Cathy's voice yelled to us. "Come you two finish changing, Mom brought home dinner."

Patty woke up and I blushed when she saw my hand. "No embarrassment now, Brooke-love." She got up and grabbed for my bottoms. I struggled, but like usual the more powerful Patty won after a brief tussle. She knelt down and looked right up my pussy. "I know what I want for dinner." With that she stuck out her tongue and touched me with it. She hit a nerve because I came instantly, harder and louder than I ever did from touching myself. My breath exploded out of me as all my muscles seemed to cramp. Patty pressed her face against me and I kept writhing like I was a loose power line. OMG, it was tremendous.

I collapsed back on the bed and Patty, with a wet face looked up from my pussy. "Wow, Brooke that was amazing."

Cathy slipped in the door, startling us both. "OK guys, I know you need to do this, but wait until after dinner. Mom's going out and you can do whatever you want then. Clean up your face and both of you get downstairs."

I caught Patty as she stood, kissing her, tasting me on her face.

"Oh you two better find some self-control or you might end up with more than you bargained for."

"Alright already, alright, we are getting up. We'll be right down."

As I swung off the bed, I swear Cathy winked at me, but when I turned back she had already closed the door.

Dinner was nice, but I kept getting distracted every time Patty brushed against me. My own body would betray me as it heated up and I would lose the train of the conversation.

Elaine was quick to notice. "Are you feeling OK Brooke?"

"I'm fine Elaine, just tired for some reason."

We did the dishes, no pots-I love take-out. Patty kept touching me, my back, my hip, and my waist. Every touch like a small electrical shock.

What I didn't know at the time was that behind us Elaine raised an eyebrow at Cathy, who nodded slowly. Elaine smiled broadly and mouthed "Do you want me to stay?"

Cathy shook her head and pointed at me, then she shook her hand like a nervous twitch. Elaine nodded her understanding.

"OK girls, since you have cleanup, I'm going to grab a shower and go meet Liz."

Elaine walked out and ignored the noises from the kitchen. She paused when she heard Cathy's voice. "Knock it off you two. Finish up and meet me in the basement once Mom's gone."

Cathy came out and grinned at her mom. Elaine motioned her upstairs.

"So tell me?" She asked, stripping for a shower without a thought to being nude in front of Cathy.

"It was great. I found them on the floor of my room. Brooke in bikini bottoms, Pat naked. It looked like things came to a head and Pat finally opened up to Brooke."

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

"I know Mom, I had the weirdest feeling of Deja Vu. At least I had enough self-control to keep my hand out of my pants."

"Good thing, little Brooke might have had a heart attack."

"You better quit thinking about Brooke or Pat as little girls anymore. They are older than Anne and I were when we became lovers, but younger than when you busted us. Oh yea, and they found the pictures."

"I forgot all about those. Just yours?"

"That's all I had in that box. The rest are downstairs."

"Pat and Brooke, I can't say I am surprised, not with the moon-eyes Pat has been looking at her with for months now."

"I know, I'm glad. I never did understand how Brooke didn't notice?"

"Brooke's problem isn't that she didn't see it, but she has a hard time believing in herself. She is such a lovely girl, but no self-confidence."

"Keep your hands off, Mom." Cathy said smiling. "You almost wrecked things for me with Anne."

Laughing, Elaine answered. "That was your own fault. You parade that lovely girl in front of your sex-starved old mother, then let me catch you two making love."

"Old my ass, Mom. That wasn't how it happened, and you know it."

Laughing harder, she turned toward the bath. "How much do you plan on telling them?"

"Everything, if it's alright with you, Mom? Anne's coming over as well. Apparently something happened at school today."

"Have fun and give the kids some time to absorb it all. I hate missing Annie."

She'll hate missing you too. She might need a shoulder."

"Not again."

"Yes, her period showed up three days late, another damn false alarm. She said it ended after only three days and was real heavy. No pain, just a heavy flow. She's seeing her GYN next week."

"How sad. She wants this so bad. She'll make a great mom too. Give her my love."

"I will. Now get out of here. Kiss Liz for me. Should I call and warn her she might have her hands full tonight."

"Cheeky girl!" Elaine exclaimed, chuckling as she closed the door.

Cathy went to her room and made a quick call to tell Anne to let herself in and come downstairs.

Patty and I were waiting in the basement, not very patiently. My favorite chair was a soft leather beanbag chair. Patty and were trying to share it, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other and it really looked more like a wrestling match.

Cathy came in and sat on the couch watching with an amused look on her face. "Mom will be gone in a few, so cool it, or will I have to separate you two."

Unabashed Patty paused to stick her tongue out at her sister, while I slipped my hand under her tee, attacking an unprotected rib. That started another round of squealing and we both missed Elaine yelling goodbye from upstairs.

Cathy looked at us, trying to figure out how to get our attention. A loud shrill whistle came through loud and clear.

"I expect you have some questions and I have a few things to tell you. So get comfortable for a few."

I sat in the beanbag, with Patty in front of me. She sat between my legs and I had my hands around her waist. She had her arms under my legs and her hands massaging my calves. We'd sat like this tons of times, but I was never so aware of her presence, or her scent.

Patty took the lead in the conversation. "I'm sorry I was in your stuff, Catty."

"No big deal Pathy. I shouldn't have had that up there."

More nicknames, Pat and Cat, Catty and Pathy. That told me more than anything that Cathy was cool with me and Patty.

"No, I am glad that you did. Otherwise..." Patty looked up at me and made me choke up with emotion. The sheer love seemed to engrave itself onto my heart. I couldn't look away. I leaned down to kiss her and her hands took mine and cupped her breasts with my hands while we kissed.

Cathy let us alone for a few minutes, but cleared her throat when I started massaging Patty's breasts. Oh how I loved her breasts!

I broke the kiss and looked at Cathy. My new found sense of Patty made something obvious about Cathy, she was turned-on as well. Could she want her own sister? That seemed sick. Then I remembered the wink and realized Cathy found me attractive. Could Cathy want to make love with me? No way. I guess she's just turned-on in general.

"Come on guys, you are making this way too hard."

Patty asked another question. "How did it start?"

"Anne and I? We started a lot like you too. You might not remember, it was about 10 or 12 years ago. Anne spent as much time over here with me as Brooke does with you. When we were 16, a girl, a senior, was labeled as a lesbian at school, and you know how nasty kids can be."

Patty and I nodded.

"Anne and I both thought she was cool, and had a hard time dealing with how she was treated after the rumor mill got a hold of her. Well I realized that I was always thinking about Susan, the girl labeled as a lesbian, and I was really curious. One day I got up the nerve to talk to her and somehow she realized that I wasn't asking out of idle curiosity."

"Susan, as in Susan Wright?"

"Yes, Susan. We became close friends, all three of us, if you were wondering. She helped me understand that it was OK to like, and even love a girl. She helped Anne and I in much the same way I hope I can help you two."

I looked at Patty. "Who is Susan?"

You know her, she's a friend of Mom's. I call her Aunt Suze."

"Oh her. She's a lesbian?"

"Yes, she is. She and her partner have been together for a long time. But she doesn't advertise it. After HS she is still sensitive about what people think."

"But you aren't just a lesbian, I saw you and Steve."

"Oh, spying on me as well as going through my closet?"

"It was hard to miss it. You two right here in the basement. I couldn't believe it when I realized what you were doing."

"Well depending on whose book you read, I am either a bisexual, or a confused lesbian." Cathy said laughing. "My own outlook is simple. I care about the people close to me, and if I am attracted, I don't mind getting closer. It just doesn't matter much to me whether it's a guy or a girl. Steve was pretty good, but he wasn't my first. Anne was my first lover."

"Wow. You and Miss T."

"But isn't she married?"

"Yes, as much as I love her, there was one thing I can't give her, a baby. She fell in love with her husband and got married - with my blessing I might add."

"How could you let her do that, if you love her?"

"How could I stop her? She was in love, and while she still loves me, she wanted more. If I stopped her I would have lost her completely."

"Do you still...?"

"Yes, we do. Not very often, but we are still love each other very much. Someday I might find someone like her husband, but he better be very understanding of my relationship with Anne."

"Her husband knows?"

"Yes. She was totally up front about it, even though she was scared it would cost her. He doesn't always like it, but he understands."

"Wow, Miss T."

"Around here you can call me Anne" A voice popped in from the stairs.

Jumping about a mile in the air, we both turned to see Anne Terrance walking into the basement. She slid onto the sofa and hugged Cathy close.

"I guess from the conversation and seeing how these two were hanging on to each other, there is a reason to tell them all this?"

"Yes, as we guessed, they 'discovered' each other."

"That's wonderful girls. I am happy for you. As long as it prevents more scenes like this afternoon?"

Patty had the good grace to finally blush.

"What happened?"

"These two snuck over to the boys side and were gone long enough I was going to come looking for them. Then I found them together in the shower, Patty was masturbating and Brooke was trying to cover up for her. It was quite a delectable sight."

Patty blushed deeper for a change. I squeezed her breasts again, which caused her to give a little squawk.

Anne snuggled closer to Cathy and rested her hand on Cathy's thigh. The emotions between them were almost visible.

Patty got her voice back. "So what happens now?"

Cathy spoke, with a look of sadness. "You have some choices to make. I am not asking you if you are bi, like we are, or lesbian, but I do recommend you watch it out in public. While as a group it gets easier and more acceptable every year, it can still get pretty rough individually. And if you are interested in a guy, they tend to get real weird when they discover you also like women. Some of them will dump you like a rock and others want to watch or join in, like it's some kind of entertainment for them."
"How does your husband do it? I mean deal with you being bisexual."

"My situation is different, I no longer consider myself bi."

"Huh?"

"I know strange. I don't go to bed with girls, I just go to bed with Cathy and a few very close others. He knew about it before we were married and he mostly understands. It was part of the package."

"He doesn't think of it like you are cheating on him?"

"He would think that if I was out chasing skirts. But I am only interested in a very few women. Mostly Cathy here, but a couple of others that have been part of my life for a long time. I also don't let it interfere with our life together. We are also very busy trying to have a baby."

Anne had a very sad look and Cathy snuggled her closer. "I know baby, not yet. But you will get there."

I guess she was having trouble getting pregnant. There was a girl at HS who didn't seem to have trouble, two kids and 3 abortions in 4 years. I felt bad for Miss T, or Anne, that something she wanted obviously so badly hadn't come true for her yet.

Something came over me and I got up from the beanbag, extricating myself from Patty. I went over to Miss T and knelt down in front of her. Taking her hand, I kissed it gently and put it to my face. "Just don't give up Anne. You'll be pregnant soon. I know it."

Anne smiled and stroked my face.

I went back to Patty and she was looking at me like I had grown two heads or something. I whispered to her. "Look at them, Patty-mine, she came to Cath for comfort."

With that she looked back over at Cathy and Anne. She saw more of the pain that was there. I guess sometimes she has to be hit with a brick. Anne, in pain, comes to the one of the people she loves most in the world, and the one who can't possibly give her what she wants, for comfort. Yes, Cathy and Anne were connected. Maybe someday Patty and I will share a similar bond. Holding her close, and resting my head on her shoulder, we waited until Anne was OK before the conversation continued.

"So we should be careful in public. How about at home."

"Patty, that's easy." I said smugly.

"Oh you figured that one out already."

"The clues were there." I looked at my Patty and asked "Who do you think took the pics?"

"I don't know."

"Go get the pics, let's look at them again."

Patty looked at me funny again. "OK, I'll be right back."

She went up to get the pics, and Cathy looked at me and smiled.

"You are handling things pretty well. I was worried about you."

"Don't worry about me. Patty is more fragile than I am about feelings. She has never had to hide anything, or cover her feelings while I am used to it. She might not understand the whole idea."

"I think she'll be fine, as long as she has you." Anne said to me. Miss T was a real sweetheart, more than at school. I guess I need to learn to separate Anne from Miss T in my brain or I might say something foolish at school. Another thought occurred to me. How does one get her name on Anne's list?

Patty came back in and laid the pics out on the floor in front of us. Six pictures, all showing Cathy and Anne in various poses. The sixth one was the most erotic. Cathy on her back, obviously in orgasm, while Anne was between her legs tasting her. Like what Patty did to me earlier.

"Look closely Patty-mine."

"All I see are the two of them, no one else."

"Where were the pics taken?"

Studying the background, she said "I think here. They look like the way the house looked several years ago before that re-painting phase Mom dragged us into."

"Aunt Susan, your house, Cathy and Anne, and . . ."

"Mom, you think my mother took these pictures?" She looked accusingly at Cathy.

Anne answered. "Yes, your mother took those pictures and many others."

Looking at Cathy. "Have you and..."

"No Patty. I haven't been having sex with Mom. Come on, that would be awful. She's my Mom."

"Is Mom a lesbian?"

"Now she is. She and Liz have been partners for a while. She kept it from you to keep from hurting you. She didn't think you would understand."

"Unreal. How..."

"When dad left, she was heartbroken. She didn't date for a very long time. She denied herself sex for even longer. Anne and I had been lovers for a couple of years, and one day she caught us, just like I caught you two today, on the floor on my room only we were doing more than kissing."

"I would have guess she would have flipped out."

"Well she sorta did. She saw us and instead of losing control, she got excited. I guess years of abstinence got to her and she started touching herself in the doorway of my room. At first I was appalled, but Anne seemed to understand her need. Anne and Mom made love on the floor of my room that day. It took a while to sort out, but she really opened up to the world. You wouldn't remember her to well before. She was very quiet, dark clothes, no laughing. It was like she had become a little old widow lady. When she opened up sexually, her whole outlook changed. She and Susan got very close, but she really came all the way back to life when she met Liz."

Patty sat with me in shock. I held her tight as all this settled in. I kinda had some of that figured out when it dawned on me who must have taken the photos. It almost had to be Elaine, because of Cathy's warning about keeping things in house. So much was going on right in front of us and we were oblivious.

"I am not sure I am ready for this." Patty said, worrying me just a little.

I kissed her neck and asked her the hardest question I would ever ask in my life. "Would you like me to leave?"

She looked horrified. "No Brooke, no never that. Please don't even think that. I'm just shocked. My favorite teacher is my sister's lover, my Aunt and my Mom, my Mom and Liz. I just feel like the world has turned upside down."

"It did Patty-mine right when you told me you loved me. The world got better and brighter and just for the record, you gave the right answer to the previous question!"

We kissed and this time nothing Cathy could do was going to interrupt me showing Patty just how much I loved her. This kiss was longer and more emotional than the one I used to calm her down. My tongue penetrated her mouth and soon our tongues were exploring each other. She twisted in my grasp and laid on top of me, her hands on my tiny breasts, rubbing them through my top, as we shared our breath, our very life. My hands lifted her shirt and started rubbing her naked back. My nails leaving light scratches that made her moan in my mouth. I could have swallowed her all up at that moment. Her long hair surrounded my face and we were obscured from view. Since my eyes were closed, it didn't seem to matter. Patty's thigh slid up between my legs and rested right on my pussy, the pressure was incredible. I lifted my knee and that put my thigh on hers. My shorts felt wet as we started rocking together. The rhythm was primal, but we both seemed to fall into it like we knew what to do. In a way I guess our bodies did, rather than our minds.

Her thigh felt like steel as I rubbed myself against her. I swear I could feel her heat on my bare thigh. There were noises in the air that made no sense, but added to the feelings. Her full weight was on me, and yet she felt light as a feather. My hands kept trying to pull her tighter against me. I needed her like never before. I cried out needing to vent both my excitement and frustration, the closer I got the more insistent my need became.

Patty's mouth went to my neck, every sound she made vibrated my skin. Every inch of me felt alive, my skin felt tight as a drumhead. Her hands were driving me crazy. The whole world seemed to hit me as I felt my body tighten so much I thought I would burst. Then the world disappeared in flashes of color and light that drowned me.

Slowly I recovered, Patty's body lying on me as if she was dead. I touch my lovers face and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and kissed me again. Some of the same noises we had made were still echoing in the room. Patty slid off of me and we both turned to the noises. We forgot we weren't alone.

The sight that blessed our eyes was really hot. Cathy sat back on the couch, slouched with her feet on the floor, legs wide open. Her shorts had disappeared, along with any panties. Anne was kneeling between her legs licking her pussy. Cathy saw us looking and smiled before a wave of passion overcame her. She sounded a lot like Patty.

Curiosity overcame any lingering embarrassment, and I left my beanbag chair for a closer look. Anne's eyes were closed, her hands were holding Cathy's ass as she alternated between deep licks and tender touches. It was watching a virtuoso play their chosen instrument. Cathy's eyes opened again and saw me. Patty had crept over to their other side.

"Mmmmmm, Annie, we have an audience."

Anne looked and saw us. She took one hand from Cathy and touched Patty's hand. Patty jumped at the contact. More insistent, Anne took Patty's hand and placed it to her side. Cathy gave some directions. "Go ahead Pat, she loves to be touched."

Emboldened, Patty-mine started exploring our gym teacher's sexy body. I looked up at Cathy. She lifted her top and pulled her bra above her breasts. She was rubbing and pulling at her breasts. They were a bit smaller than Patty's, but the sight of her pulling so hard on them made my mouth water. I climbed on the couch, resting my head on her belly. She felt me and looked again at me with a sexy smile I had never seen. I tasted her breasts, licking lightly. She called out my name. I turned to see Patty, she had a huge smile for me as she was struggling to get Anne's shorts off. I went back to my meal.

"Harder, Brooke, you won't hurt them. Suck them, pull them, and bite them. I love it so much."

With those words I did my best to eat every inch of those tits. Sucking as much as I could in my mouth, I raked my teeth until I had just her nipple in my teeth. Then I would suck like a little baby searching for nourishment, distending her whole breast out as far as I could. Then I would switch to her other breast. I couldn't get enough.

Cathy hand traveled down my body, briefly she pulled up my tee and rubbed my breasts, pinching my nipple nice and firmly, making me groan into her flesh. Then her hand slid down lower along my belly and forced it way into my shorts. Disregarding my panties she stayed against my skin and pushed down between my legs, pressing against my pussy. I have discovered that girl’s breasts really turn me on. Patty's were my ideal, Cathy's were delicious, and I couldn't wait to see and taste Anne's. Cathy's fingers were making it hard to concentrate. I kept squirming and then the tight material would cause her to lose contact, much to my disappointment until the right amount of wriggling and she would touch me again. The third time she lost touch was enough. I got up and stripped off my shorts and top.

A quick glance at Patty showed me that she was discovering heaven herself. Anne had opened her legs and Patty slid up under her, and she was sucking on Anne's breasts. They looked so good hanging down in Patty's face that I was tempted to join her, but one look at Cathy made up my mind to get back up there. Cathy was licking and sucking her fingers. She was also watching me, and looking like she liked what she saw.

I got back on the couch, and went to resume my assault on her titties when she pulled me up and kissed me tenderly. She hugged me and whispered a quiet thank you.

At my look she explained. "I was afraid you might get unhappy at Patty paying attention to someone else so soon after you finally found each other."

I answered the most heartfelt thing I have ever said. "I can't be unhappy at anything that Patty does, or jealous of someone like Anne. Anne might have her attention at the moment, but Patty and I share souls."

She looked at me with a tearful expression. "Now you understand what is between Anne and me."

I kissed her back, only this time less tenderly and more passionately, then took up in my favorite place, breast-feeding. Her hand went back to my dripping little pussy and made me very happy. It was all I could do to stay with her as she started cumming like a madwoman. Anne certainly knew how and kept her face tight to Cathy's pussy. A silly thought occurred to me, Cat's kitty, Pat's pussy, Brooke's what?-no I don't like that direction, could get vaguely insulting. But the first two worked nicely together. Cathy pulled away from Anne and got back on the couch in a fetal position. Anne was still on her hands and knees with Patty-mine under her. I needed to kiss Anne, she is special, and I felt a bond with her because of her relationship with Cathy.

Getting down on the floor on my back, I slid my face under hers and looked at her. Her face was wet with Cathy's juices, her eyes were closed. She was grinding her hips down on Patty's belly as Patty continued to suck lovingly. Reaching up, I kissed and licked Anne's chin. She looked down and then we shared a nice, but weird, upside down kiss. She tasted so delicious! Anne crawled down my body, stopping at my diminutive breasts. She licked and sucked my nipples hard, but better for me, her incredible breasts were in my face. Hers were larger than Patty's, but you would have never guessed by the industrial strength bra she always wore. I remember hearing lots of comments from the boys at school about Miss T and her breasts, usually really crude comments. Well boys, they were even better than your limited imaginations thought!

I almost felt sorry for Patty, knowing I took these delights from her, but tilting my head back I could see her tongue was still keeping very busy. Anne was enjoying that tongue as well, from the moans and wriggles that shook her body.

I felt hands on my feet, then the strangest sensation of all, Cathy was sucking one of my toes. It wasn't ticklish at all, it made me feel so sexy, and at the same time weird. My feet, who would have thought my feet could be a turn on?

Anne's breasts surrounded my face when she fell down on me. Her orgasm was lost on me as I feasted until she rolled off of us. She lay there panting while I looked around for my Patty. Her face was wet with Anne's juices and her eyes were bright with excitement. One hand to her own pussy, something I had yet to taste. Cathy tasted good on Anne's face, and I wanted to taste Anne on Patty's, but there was an urge so strong I couldn't possibly ignore it.

Patty's hand was rubbing furiously. Her face scrunched like I remembered from the shower. Getting up I went and stood at my lover's feet. She was getting frantic and I could feel Anne and Cathy watching me. Kneeling between her legs, I stroked her smooth skin until my hands held her hand. I stopped her rubbing, she stared at me wildly. I pulled her hand away, and she fought me, not realizing exactly what I wanted. Pulling forcefully, I ask for an assist. "Hold her hands, please." I said to Anne and Cathy. With smiles they got on each side of Patty and kept her from finishing what she started. She writhed in front of me, her legs hitting me, she was almost sobbing in frustration. I stroked her belly and thighs, speaking to her, trying to calm her down. Eventually she relaxed, enough to register reality. With her pussy no longer a fast moving target, I went down and took a good look.

I had seen her naked many times, but of course not like this. Her legs spread wide giving me my first close-up view of any pussy. Light brown hair covered the center part of her mound, a bikini trim that acted like an arrow guiding my attention lower. Her folds were wet and looked swollen, almost inflamed. The folds prevented me from seeing much, so I placed on hand one her mound, pushing up, stretching her skin. This tightened her folds and gave me a few peeks of her pinkish inside. A voice said something. "Take your time, sweetheart." It sounded more like Cathy than Anne. Used my elbows for support, I take both of my hands and using my fingers spread her wide open. The scent flowed around me, I will never forget that sight or that scent of my lover that first time. Another voice: "Taste her."

My tongue darted forward and the tip traced the outline of her labia, pushing in a tiny bit, picking up enough of her flavor to entice me deeper. A hand pressed her pubic hair and pulled up, and Patty's clit hood came into view more clearly. Using my tongue, I tenderly touched around it, feeling my lover squirm. A flow of liquid seemed to build, making me work quickly to de sure it didn't escape me. She tasted both sweet and tart at the same time. Such a complex taste, and one that seemed to change the deeper I got.

Some hands were stroking my back and legs, but my attention never wavered from Patty. Her hips were rocking with my strokes. I started licking deeper, using my tongue to explore her from the top all the way to the bottom of her pussy lips. She seemed to radiate heat, making my face feel like I was getting a sunburn. All the while I watched her beautiful pussy moving around my tongue, giving up all its secrets. More noises penetrated, a moaning sound that thrilled me, Patty was moaning to my touch, she liked it. I was so afraid of touching her, hurting her, but she liked it. Her movements became more frenzied, her flavor changed again. She suddenly pushed down and my tongue went all the way in, my nose touched her clit and she started spasming, her tight pussy trying to hold my tongue as it moved with a life of its own. A hand held my head against her pussy as she grinded against my face, the taste was wonderful, but I was having trouble breathing. Patty cried out loud, she said something so familiar, I got it, she said my name, she screamed out MY name. I couldn't believe it. I never felt so wonderful, so complete. Breathing didn't matter, making Patty happy was all that was important. The hand eased off my head as I pressed my own face harder. I was licking furiously, "Suck her clit" was repeated several times, so I tried it, taking my lips around her clit, sucking and touching her clit with my tongue. My hands slipped, and two fingers went inside her. She moved like she enjoyed it so much so, that I started moving them in and out, making believe they were a little cock and I was fucking my Patty.

She came, harder and longer than I would have thought possible, especially after seeing how hard she came at the shower. Her thighs tightened around my head, trying to crush me. We rocked from side to side violently.

Gradually hands pulled us apart and laid us together on the floor. I felt more wiped out than Patty, but I also felt so incredible. We curled up together and someone tossed a blanket or sheet over us. I slept that night in Patty-mine's arms, using her chest as my pillow. I vaguely remember the lights going out before I was sound asleep, happier than I can ever remember.