Who could stand up straight?

As far as Terri knew, Lynn had never done something like this. The girls of the BB Brigade sometimes swapped hookup stories, if only to make poor little Marigold blush a little harder, and Lynn had never said anything about being with another woman. If she hadn't, though, she was a quick learner, because Lynn's quick thrusts inside Terri's pussy were driving her absolutely mad.

Terri pushed her face into Lynn's shoulders, moaning incessantly. "Oh my God," she said. "That's-- that's-- don't stop, right there..." Already, her legs were shaking, threatening to buckle entirely, but Lynn didn't let up, to Terri's great and overflowing joy. "Oh, God, yes, keep doing that! Please!" She stared up at the ceiling. "Fuck me harder! Please!"

Lynn's fingers quickened inside Terri's pussy, driving her wild in the way only a woman could. The enthusiasm with which she attacked Terri's body was unmatched by anyone Terri had ever met... and she had known a few guys who were pretty darn 'enthusiastic' about her body.

Terri closed her eyes and allowed herself to focus on the sensations of the water on her skin, of Lynn's warm, wet body, and of Lynn's probing, wonderful fingers inside Terri's warm, wet pussy. She could feel the pleasure building toward climax, if only Lynn kept doing what she was doing...

And then she came. Terri's body rocked with mind-blowing ecstasy as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Lynn's fingers slipped out of Terri when her legs snapped together and gave out entirely. Terri was brainwashed by her own pleasure, unable to think straight about anything at all, but she was able to plant her butt up against the back wall so that she would only slide down instead of cracking her skull open on the floor. It wouldn't do to give herself a fracture in the middle of gay sex with her friend. Of course, maybe being rescued by some strong firemen would be nice.

The side effect of Terri's 'plan' was that she ended up with her butt on the floor of the shower, staring at the beautiful slit between Lynn's legs. It was like having a front row seat to paradise.