Brianna
Stacie didn't think she could resist much longer. As she let Brianna into her house, she watched her best friend with barely concealed lust. Brianna's bright blue eyes and long brown hair enticed her, and Stacie found herself fantasizing about kissing her. She wanted to see her round breasts, touch them, lick them, and do whatever she could to them. She wasn't even sure exactly what she would do with her body, she just knew that a lesbian attraction had gotten into her head and she couldn't get it out. She had never even looked at a girl that way before she accidentally walked in on her little sister.
Stacie was older than her sister by two years. Her sister was a freshman in college, and Stacie still thought of her as little, despite her recent full tits and gorgeous body that had the guys always harassing their house during the summer. She always wondered why she never saw the guys with her sister... and then she walked in on her and her blonde petite friend.
Stacie had seen the two of them naked and sweaty. The blonde girl was up against the headboard, legs back by her head, and her little sister's long tongue snaked in and out of the shaven pussy in front of her like some lurid scene from the lesbian porn Stacie's boyfriend had always tried to get her to watch. She immediately walked out, and she still didn't know if they had seen her.
At first, Stacie felt horrible, disgusted, and surprised. She was dazed for nearly a week. Her little sister, someone she'd always thought of as a little version of her, was a lesbian! She couldn't believe it. She started wondering what someone with her body was doing with other girls. The image of that wet, glistening pussy with that long tongue sliding up and down it kept coming back to her. It was strangely and subversively attractive... but she was straight, so she tried to put it out of her head. The thing is, she had thought her sister was straight, too.
She kept thinking more and more about what she had seen. Each day, her sister and her 'friend' would disappear at random points throughout the day, and their parents were totally oblivious. Were they running off to have sex? It really started to get under Stacie's skin. She was the only one that knew passionate lesbian sex was secretly happening in her house, and it made her feel a little crazy.
She started looking up random myths and rumors she had heard about lesbians on the internet, trying to figure out what her little sister saw in girls. She was surprised to read that lesbians really could have sex all night, and it made her kind of dissatisfied with her boyfriend's race to the finish line in their five minute sex sessions. She started looking at the other girls around her, seeing potential and a secret sexual side in them. Really attractive girls started to catch her eye, even though she’d never noticed them before. It made her embarrassed, and she hid it the best she could.
Then, her best friend Brianna came back from college for the summer. Brianna's school got out late, so Stacie had been waiting for her to get back. Brianna looked amazing, and was strangely flirty and happy to see her. She seemed different. Stacie wondered what she might have experienced while she was away. She wondered -- had the friend she'd known most of her life had sex with another girl!?
Stacie wondered what it was like. Did they get drunk in her room? Who seduced who? She started imagining those bright blue eyes and that long brown hair between a girl's tan, toned legs, her tongue guiding her through an intensely sexual experience for hours on hours. The more she fantasized about it, the more convinced she became that Brianna had sex with a girl. It's what girls do at college, right? Half of Stacie's friends had done it, and she had never understood why before.
The more she fantasized about Brianna licking a girl, the hornier she became. She was at the point where she was fantasizing about Brianna between her own legs... she couldn't forget that powerful erotic image of her sister licking that girl's glistening sex. It made her ache to taste a girl. She'd never experienced anything like it, and she was growing desperate in imagining that the taste on her own fingers was actually another girl's. Sometimes, the urge was so powerful Stacie was afraid she might proposition her own sister.
She had to do something.
"Are you staring at my boobs?" Brianna asked with a laugh.
"No, no!" Stacie said, jumping out of her thoughts. "I was just... thinking."
Brianna lifted the grocery bag, put it on the kitchen counter, and pulled out a bottle of wine. Stacie looked at it in shock, barely hiding her excitement.
"What's this?" she asked, trying to sound casually interested.
"This'll make the movie much more enjoyable," Brianna said with a smile. "I can't pay attention to anything longer than ten minutes without some alcohol."