It had been over two weeks since Ngozi had had her first lesbian experience with Funke, and Funke had been bugging her about it ever since.
While Funke had a sex-drive that wouldn't quit and was secretly bisexual, Ngozi had always been more conservative when it came to sex. She had tried some new things recently, things Funke would have considered ridiculously cultivated, like browsing online porn--but even her willingness to experiment was held back by her inability to land a date.
Before, she had been just frustrated by all this. Now she was somewhat confused.

Ngozi was a young 23 years old, but her sexual side had been mostly inactive for the past few years. She was of average height, with a curvy body, long hair, and sparkling eyes. She had a cute, small nose, and an energetic smile. Her legs were long, her skin virtually flawless, and her D-size breasts rounded out a terrific package. For someone with a body like hers, sex should have been an easy subject.




This recent wild twist in Ngozi's life happened very suddenly, however, and Ngozi didn't know what it meant, or if it meant anything at all. She definitely enjoyed it, and she couldn't ignore the fact that women had begun to dominate her sexual thoughts and fantasies, but admitting to herself that she may be bisexual wasn't that easy.
After all, she thought, all she and Funke did was sex chat. Could such a small thing really change a person so greatly? The idea frightened her.

But it also made her very wet.

With someone like Funke to fantasize about, it was easy to see why. Like her friend, Funke looked much younger than her 27 years, and her body added greatly to that illusion. She was tall, nearly six-foot, and petite, which only made her C-cup breasts look larger. Deep, dark lashes surrounded her eyes, and her hair was so dark it glisten in the light. Her skin was perfect.

Funke thought things were going to change right away after that evening on the phone, but Ngozi was resistant to the idea. Though Funke had never pressured her friend to "play on the other side" before, the possibility was too close now to just leave alone. Eventually she decided Ngozi needed to do this at her own pace. In the meantime, Funke would continue to drop some subtle hints that the offer still stood.

Even now she was trying to think of something cute and clever to say as she walked towards Ngozi's office. They owned and managed a small business together, and were the only ones who actually worked at the office. Funke and Ngozi both loved that fact, as it allowed them to work more casually, with only occasional visits from customers or employees to interrupt them. Funke turned into the office with a big grin. "Hi--"

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