Twin Sex Part 5
The three of us mused several minutes on that hilarious story sipping wine and giggling to our selves. Then I started in with the questions again asking, “And to the both of you. Do your parents know yet?” “My mom has always known, but Dad still hasn’t a clue. He would explode!” Leanne answered then mockingly added, “No daughter of mine is queer and then look at mom growling, this must be your fault.”
“My parents know that Leanne is my friend, they just don’t know what kind of friend.” Karen explained and added, “They are old fashioned and not very open minded. I doubt that they would adjust to it very well to be polite.”
“Leanne. What did you do first?” I pried.
“I gave her a massage.”
“Was Karen sitting or standing?” I pressed farther. I knew that soon they would start reliving that time. Therefore, the more interest I showed to details the better for stirring memories.
“She was sitting in front of the PC. She had been typing some sort of program that was being difficult.” Leanne said in a rueful tone as she remembered how sore Karen’s neck was.
“I remember I was just finishing”, Karen paused, smiled and ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair, looked at her warmly then started again. I closed my eyes and could see it as Leanne started recounting their first time making love, and learning that they loved each other.
“It was late, and Karen was working on a computer project, the fifth in a long series of programs for her “Artificial Intelligence” class. With a sigh, she ran the initializing program right before midnight, and worried that there was still a bug somewhere because the screen prompt didn’t come back on.”
“”Oh well”, Karen sighed, “I aced the first four…” She groaned as she straightened up in her chair, stretching, trying to work out the pain that had built up in her neck over the past three hours sitting at the computer.”
“Boy, am I glad I had nagged mother into buying me a laptop computer. At least the distractions from other students are minimized. She could relax here she thought, pitying the poor suckers who had to sit in a lab all night; listening to the air-conditioning ducts rattling, other students talking, or the college PCs crashing in the middle of their projects. As she sat there, pleased with herself.”
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