With a Flashback

Helen recoiled, caught off guard at the abrupt question Kaila asked. I could see it in her face even for a brief moment, she hesitated. There was history in that question, a bit more then just your average date night or one night stand. She glanced over at Charlotte with a look that seemed to be asking for permission, and she gave the go ahead with a nod.

Fidgeting a bit, she drew in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Fuck," She sighed and gave in. "It was at a party."

"Go on dahlin'," Charlotte prompted her.

"Charlotte's big debutante ball. Her parents are really into tradition."

"Daddy's a minister." Charlotte amplified.

"Hey, you want to tell it?" Helen snapped, causing Charlotte to shrug apologetically. Shaking her head, she shut her eyes and composed herself. The memories came flooding back to her, never having left as if they were to have occurred in recent days. It was a simple question, when was the first time she fucked Charlotte, but the memories surrounding that made the story all the more huge.

How best to summarize the response?

It's... it's a long story.