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"What do you mean?" you ask.

"Well, back when I was your age it wasn't as acceptable to find women attractive," Liz says. "When I was in college we could get away with making out with other women in the bars. That way I could claim that it was all a show for the guys." She smiles. You notice the resemblance between her smile and her daughter's and the same mischief in their eyes. "But just kissing another woman at the bar didn't satisfy me. It was nice, definitely. And the attention was fun. But it felt like there was this whole side of me that I wasn't exploring, even if I couldn't put my finger on it."

You realize that you've been feeling the same way. Even before you actually realized that you're attracted to women, there's always been something there that you couldn't name properly, like an itch you couldn't reach. "So what did you do?"

Emily's mother laughs. "I slept with all the guys I could," she said. "That's what college is for. I don't know what Emily is thinking, being with only one guy at her age. I mean, Jack is a perfectly nice young man, and of course he's gorgeous, but still. She has so many options. And I'm sure you do as well. Are you seeing anyone?"

"No," you say. "Not seriously. There's a guy I'm interested in, but nothing's really happening."

"You could make it happen," Liz says. "It's not hard. I know the conventional wisdom is that they're supposed to come to you, but that's just a waste of your time. If you like him, you should pursue him. Use your 'feminine wiles.'" She winks at you. "Pursue him or her," she says.

You smile. "Maybe that isn't such a bad idea," you say.

"It isn't! You're a beautiful girl, and you've got such a nice body. Don't think I don't notice just because I'm your best friend's mother!"

You blush. "Thank you," you say. "Anyway." You try to get your mind off of the compliments, just for the moment. "I mean, what did you do about being attracted to women?"

"Ohhhh," Liz says. "That's a bit of a longer story. I was already married to Mr. Fowler by then. He was one of the guys I was sleeping with in my university years, but when I graduated I decided it was time to settle down and have a family. Let me tell you, Hayley, if there's one thing I can recommend for your sex drive, it's pregnancy. It's hard to work around the belly, but I had some of the best orgasms in my life when I was pregnant with Emily and her brothers." She screws up her cute face. "What was I saying?"

"You were talking about your first time with a woman," you pipe up.

"Oh right," Liz says. "Sorry, dear, I keep losing my train of thought." You can imagine why, with all the talk about all the men she's been with. "So I was already married to Emily's father. Things were getting a little stale in our personal life. This is around the same time that I started cheating on him, so I guess one man was just never enough for me."

You remember Emily talking about the strange men coming over to her house while her father was away. You had always assumed that there was something more innocent going on than Emily thought, but apparently not.

"We decided to open up our bedroom to another woman. Mr. Fowler of course already had his eye set on someone. He tried to get me to ask my sister, but I don't think he's earned that. We settled on my yoga instructor, a girl not much older than you are now, Hayley. She's gorgeous. Long, straight brown hair. Beautiful brown eyes. Pale skin, like a doll's. I would do my poses poorly in our classes on purpose so she would come over and feel me up. So when Mr. Fowler suggested her, I obviously agreed. As it turns out she agreed, too. So we decided we should ship the kids off to my mother's one weekend and invite her over.

"Mr. Fowler came home with a few bottles of nice wine and I got some joints from the neighbourhood dealer. The yoga teacher-- her name was Jonesy-- came over and we all got drunk and high together. We swapped stories. Jonesy told us about her trip to India, where she slept with a different person every night that she stayed in a hostel. Well, after those stories were finished, I was more than ready to go. Mr. Fowler ordered Jonesy to start sucking him off. I think that's the sexiest he's ever been to me. I sat on the couch with a wine glass in my hand and masturbated while Jonesy took my husband's dick. I got to watch her perfect body move and bob as she sucked him off.

"When she finished him, I went over and kissed her on the lips. We shared Mr. Fowler's cum with that kiss. It was the most erotic moment of my life." She sighs. "Sorry, dear, am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your mind wanders for a moment. How long have you been down here? Is Emily still upstairs, or did she leave for Jack's without you? You feel like you should care, but you really don't. You just want to stay here and listen to what Liz is telling you. "Not at all," you say.

"Oh, good," she says. "Well, after Jonesy was done blowing my husband we moved to the bedroom. Jonesy and I put on a little show for Mr. Fowler. We stripped to our bra and panties and kissed each other. I have to tell you, Hayley, kissing a woman is not like kissing a man. I love men, and I love how strong and hard they are when I'm in their arms, but there's something to be said for the softness of another woman.

"After that, Mr. Fowler was good and hard, of course. He was eager to fuck a new pussy after all these years of monogamy so he bent Jonesy over the bed and started fucking her, hard. Mr. Fowler is excellent with his cock. I got onto the bed and laid back so that I could look at both of their faces while he was inside her. Jonesy started to lick my pussy. It wasn't the most skilled performance-- she was getting fucked, after all-- but it was so hot. Mr. Fowler came inside Jonesy without asking. I thought she would be mad, but instead she just had me lick his cum out of her pussy." Liz shivers.

Silence fills the air. You're staring at Liz, who has long since emptied her coffee cup but keeps it in her hand. The cup is shaking softly now, and her olive skin has flushed into a pale red. Her chest is heaving slightly, like she's just jogged around the block.