Older Lisa wakes first, but Younger Lisa is clingy.

Younger Lisa stirred on the edge of consciousness. Her head felt heavy, her body churning from whatever drugs she had let into her system. She felt a tinge of disappointment, her pussy didn't ache, the disappointment wasn't fair, and she couldn't process thoughts properly yet, but if her pussy didn't ache, she hadn't been fucked, if she hadn't been fucked then she wasn't pretty enough, if she wasn't pretty enough she wasn't worth anything. The spiral would have consumed her if it wasn't for the softness she found herself pressed against. With a pathetic mewl her back arched, her lips finding the flesh of a soft breast and clinging on, tongue haplessly seeking a nipple to suckle. Her hands clumsily explored and clung to the mystery woman here with her. She didn't like women the way she liked men, but she liked to be naked with them, and in her current state she couldn't view this woman as competition, just soft comfort.

Older Lisa was the one to wake fully as her Younger Self's leg began to grind again. It had been a rhythm throughout the night of peace into suckling and grinding into peace, but now Older Lisa had recovered enough energy to do more than moan and coo through her younger self's needy actions.

"That's it, Sugarplum," she echoes Jake nickname for her, for them, as she threads her fingers through her younger self's hair, her own back arching to press her pussy against her knee. "That's a good girl."