She found out late that night, after she finally got up the nerve to go home. The apartment was dark, and Amy was already asleep in her own room. Quietly Mona went into her room, undressed, and got into bed. She tried to ignore the heat in her body as she lay there remembering what she had overheard earlier in the day.
After all, the whole thing had happened only a few feet away from her, on the sofa in the other room. Erica had fucked bet and Amy had fucked Erica.
Mona was drenched in her own self-pity that she barely noticed what was happening until she felt the smooth searching hands on her breasts and belly and realized that Amy was there beside her.
Amy got under the coven with her and they kissed without speaking their naked bodies melting together.
"Oh Amy, Amy!" Mona gasped softly when their lips parted. "Fuck me, fuck me…"
Those were the last words that went spoken. For the next two hours they lay in each other's arms, fucking more tenderly and lovingly than Mona had ever thought possible, moaning and whimpering through counties orgasms.
About three a.m., both of them exhausted, they whispered in the dark.
"Erica told me," Amy murmured. "She said she heard you outside the door. But she didn't what to share me. Not my first time, anyway. And she was afraid if you came in, I might get scared and stop."
"She… told you?" Mona said.
"About you and her. About how you were just sort of doing it before you realized it. I didn't understand at first, but I do now."
"You do?"
"I had to make her leave. She didn't want to go. She was jealous. She thought that when you came home I'd make it with you."
Mona giggled. "Little did she bow."
Amy giggled too. "About an hour after she left, I starting thinking about you. I didn't think you'd ever get home. I was dying to fuck with you."
"Just think," Mona whispered. "We've been living together all this time not even knowing how we could be doing this."
"But she's very jealous," Amy said. "She knows we can hardly help but fuck, either now or later."
They both agreed that Erica was a problem. They both knew they weren't truly lesbians, at least not completely. True, they fucked each other two or three times a week. But they also had their men. They were not possessive or jealous. But it was different with Erica.
"She just keeps calling me," Amy said one night when she was in bed with Mona. "All the time. She even called me at work today. Begging me. She was almost hysterical."
"I know," Mona nodded. "I know. Site does the same thing to ate."
"I gum I can't blame her. She never expected anything like this would happen."
"Neither did we. But if she hadn't come over here and seduced you, it never would have."
Amy smiled. "I know. I guess we have to thank her for that."
Mona stroked Amy's full white breast, pulling the wide red nipple with her fingers, tugging it softly with her lips. "I know I do," she murmured. "It's so good to do it with you."
Amy settled onto her back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of Mona's wet lips on her breasts. She talked in a low dreamy voice as Mona sucked her.
"She scares me," she said. "She keeps telling me how she can fuck me better than any man, how we don't need men when we've got each other. She says the thought of you and me fucking drives her crazy with jealousy. She acts like a real lesbian or something."
Mona squeezed Amy's beautiful firm tits and asked, "What's a lesbian?"
Amy laughed. "I mean she's different than we are about it."
"I know what you mean," Mona whispered. She slid her hand down Amy's smooth belly to her warm cunt and began skillfully finger-fucking her. "I know what you mean," she repeated. She licked and tongued Amy's engorged nipples and began slowly, patiently fucking her beautiful roommate again, trying to forget about Erica.