At home Paula had gone straight to the bathroom.  She looked in the mirror, no signs of any redness, no signs of any guilt.  She would have to change her panties as they bore the marks of her earlier excitement.  Think cool, act cool, she said to herself, nobody will know.

That was on a Friday, and Paula didn't see Jenny and Bob over the weekend.  It was business as usual, grocery shopping with mum and Karen on Saturday, schoolwork and time on the computer on Sunday. Her father routinely played golf on Sunday mornings, so lunch wasn't until 3.00 p.m.  Then mum and dad would go upstairs for a rest, only Paula knew full well what that meant.  Still it gave her the freedom to use the search engines to expand her growing knowledge of a variety of sexual matters.

On Monday after school Paula hurried round next door hoping for more, but Jenny was in on her own.

They smoked and talked about Friday.  Jenny wanted to know that Paula was Ok and happy.  She was.  Paula asked Jenny if she minded that she had had sex with Bob.  Jenny had smiled and reassured Paula.  She told Paula that for the last twelve months Bob had been fixated with Paula, and she was sure that he imagined she was Paula every time they had sex.  Paula learnt that Bob and Jenny were highly experienced in sex, having each had many partners both before and during their marriage.  Jenny had lost her virginity at age twelve.

Jenny asked if Paula had ever thought about having sex with another woman, and said that it could be better because another woman understood more where the pleasure spots were. She had always been a touchy-feely person.  Jenny was sitting next to Paula and touching her hands and knee and Paula knew Jenny was getting excited as her nipples stood out as two peaks under her top.

Paula told Jenny that she was curious about what she had said and felt that she owed her lots for being a friend and teaching so many things.

Jenny led Paula upstairs.  They undressed and got into bed.  It was strange to kiss another female and feel her tongue in the mouth but very pleasant. Her hands wandered everywhere and Jenny told Paula where to touch her, on her breasts, on her slit, on her bum.

Jenny's fingers felt so very different to anything Paula had experienced before.  Bob's penis had felt hard and unyielding; Jenny's fingers felt soft and could bend.  As Jenny stroked Paula's clitoris, Paula's body seemed to explode as she orgasmed stronger than she'd ever done before.

Jenny didn't stop and Paula felt like she was having a series of rollercoaster orgasms, one after the other. Paula must have looked like a beetroot.

Jenny guided Paula's hand to her vagina. The duvet had long since been tossed aside and Paula watched as she worked her fingers.  Jenny encouraged Paula to put all four fingers into her vagina and to use her thumb to touch her clitoris.  It swelled up and her lips seemed to grow until she orgasmed.

Jenny was very different to Paula in that as she orgasmed she seemed to pee.  Paula thought she'd lost control.  Later Jenny explained about female ejaculation.

Those four days had been the best of her life.  She'd had sex with both a male and a female.  She was worried though that now both Bob and Jenny had had her that they would tire of her and turn their attention elsewhere.  She need not have worried though, over the next six months Paula's experience developed in leaps and bounds, trying different positions and situations.

Confident of her growing sexual capabilities, Paula sometimes wondered what it would be like to have sex with different guys.  She never felt like she wanted to have sex with another female though, she would do it with Jenny but they had a special bonding.