Angel Chapter 3

Lizzie solemnly nodded her head. "I know what you mean. It was great licking and sucking your boobies, but I couldn't do what I wanted to do, eat your pussy. I mean one of these," she hastened to explain, patting her own crotch under her knickers.

Although she felt a twinge of envy at not having the kind of pussy that Lizzie meant, Angel had no animosity toward those women who were lucky enough to have been born with one. "It was fun, and I'm glad we did it, but I don't think I would want to do it again. We're still friends, I hope."

"Oh, sure. I really like you a lot. Except I don't think we'll be fuck buddies any more." She moved forward to embrace Angel, who still held the sheet in place, and they kissed each other's faces, as close female friends often do.

It was quite late by that time, and Lizzie had to leave. After she got dressed, her friend, Angel, her nakedness covered with a bathrobe, walked her to the door of the flat and they kissed good night, on each other's cheeks again. They expected to see one another quite regularly in the very near future, and hoped their friendship would flourish.

It was late for Angel too, and she would need a shower to scrub the semen off herself and wash her pussy before going to bed. She also needed to change the sheets, which were now sticky with her cum and the juices that had flowed from Lizzie's pussy. It would be necessary to do some laundry the next day, and take care of some other chores, but she would think about such things in the morning.

After toweling off her body, and while she was still nude, Angel smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had learned some important things about herself that night. She was all woman, and liked men, even to the point of sometimes lusting for them and their cocks, but she was perfectly capable of forming friendships with other women. That state of affairs made her very happy, and was something she hoped would never change.