Recuperation

Courtney and Bridgett lay limply together in the aftermath of their first lesbian union.

"Bridge?"

"Huh?"

"What time is it?"

"Don't know. Did you come first or me?"

"Dunno, Bridge. What should we do?"

Bridgett laughed a throaty chuckle. "T-tiebreaker?"

Courtney giggled.

"I love you so much, Courtney," Bridgett said. "This was so wonderful."

"I love you dearly, Bridge," Courtney said. "Wow. What a surprise."

"Huh. So what do we do now? Have Jeremy flip a coin?" Bridgett asked.

"No, we better figure it out," Courtney said. "We don't want to kill the poor guy."

Bridgett smiled at her love. Though, she thought to herself, perhaps she should get used to the idea of Jeremy as a love as well. "You've loved him for so long you can have him first I'll take second I don't mind. I mean, hell I'd probably orgasm from your squeals of joy as you cum on his cock." she finished with a giggle.

"Thank you." Then Courtney blinked, "Wait, you said two things that just penetrated."

"What's that?"

"Well, you said both of Jeremy's aunts were at this party. Our English teacher was there?" Courtney asked, her mind spinning at the fact that she would be there.

"Yeah. We did talk about it later. She was really nervous and a bit mad at her older sister for not warning her that I was tagging along. I apologized and she gave me this smile. It was just so gentle. She said she figured it would come out sooner or later. She had just hoped it was the later part of that saying. As in after this year when her favorite students, her words, wouldn't be affected by her life's choices."

"Life's choices?"

"Yeah. Don't tell her brother, he has no clue, but she is technically a swinger. But she mostly swings with girls. We had a long talk. I promised I wouldn't let the cat out the bag, so to speak. Don't be mad at her."

"I'm not. Not at all. I...I always thought I was imagining things. You know the slightly lingering looks she'd give use girls. Is she not happy with her husband?"

"I think so, I don't know we didn't get into that." Bridgett said, her own voice thoughtful. "What was the other thing that hit you?"

"Uh...my mom? Someone asked for my...mom?" Courtney asked.

"Yeah. I get the impression she goes when your father is at work in Chicago. I remember him being home that week. I think."

"Oh. I...never even...I mean I know sex isn't something that you can easily just turn off, I just never figured my mother was one to go for women too. Man...how many people in this town are like that? Like...well...us? Right?" Courtney asked.

"I don't know it's just not something that needs to be spoken about out in the open, it is and should be a private affair so to speak. And...us...you mean..."

"Bridgett, I said I never really thought about another girl in that way, and I haven't in a serious way...but...I've had dreams of me and Jeremy where I felt another person in the room. And not, like, just watching. More like taking a break from participating. I never really figured out who that other presence was...until...well...until now. I think...no...I know it was you. Everything we just did felt so right, and pure..."

"Purely dirty you mean." Bridgett giggled.

"No. It really didn't to me. It..." Courtney stopped when Bridgett kissed her.

"I know exactly what you mean, Courtney. I was just joshing you."

"Oh...okay then. Anyhow, let's get dressed and get people gathered. Or should we just go over to Jeremy's and jump him in his bed?" Courtney said.