For this next part, I wasn't present for much of what happened, so I’ll let Cheryl tell it:

Having sex with Clarissa awoke something new in me. I’d accepted that I was into girls on my vacation with Amanda, but Clarissa helped me be at peace with it.

I woke up the next morning in her arms, and everything we’d done the night before came back to me. Not just the pleasure, but the comfort, the reassurance, and the trust. I was lying on top of her, my breasts pressing into her. I was so turned on, but at the same time, I felt completely safe. So, I started suckling on her breast. Just licking and tugging at the nipple. The moment I felt her stir, I slipped under the covers and slid between her legs, licking her pussy.

It was easier this time. I took in the texture of her pussy beneath my tongue, the taste of her arousal, and the warm muscles of her thighs. I knew then and there that I’d never get tired of tasting her. When she came, she put her hands on the back of my head, holding it in place until she finished.

“Good morning.”

I finally pulled my mouth off her pussy, but only for a second. “Good morning, Clarissa.”

“Much as I enjoy having you down there, we need to get up and go about our days.”

“But…you don't have a job, and I don't have work today,” I objected.

“I know, but we should have breakfast. I need to get up and cook it.”

“Oh, you don't have to go to the trouble,” I said, hoping she’d stay where I could keep licking her pussy.

Wrong move.

She held my head in place with her thighs. It felt great, but then I realized I was actually stuck. “Telling an Italian she doesn't have to cook is almost an insult. Almost.” Then she released me. “Lucky for you, you're cute enough that I can let it slide. Now come on. If you're still that horny, I’ll let you feel me up while I cook.”

I grumbled a bit, but soon acquiesced and followed Clarissa downstairs. She made me a “Tuscan Omelette”--tomatoes, Italian seasoning, and tiny meatballs–and was surprisingly unperturbed by my fingering her from behind while she did. After we ate, she put her hand on mine. “Thank you for that,” I said, hoping that would make up for my earlier faux pas.

“You're quite welcome, dear. Now, about the promise you made last night…”

I swallowed, and tried to hide it. I hoped it had slipped her mind. “What about it?”

“I take promises very seriously. It would disappoint me if you didn't go through with it. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?”

I should have known she’d see through me. “Perish the thought. I just…”

“You're listening to your doubts again.” I nodded. “Well, stop. Just because I'm getting on you about it doesn't mean I won't give you guidance. Now, get out your phone and text her.”

I did so.

Hey there, I texted Amanda. How’ve you been?

Pretty good, she replied. What's up?

I showed Clarissa the texts. “Tell her you want to talk one on one about Laguna Beach.”

Remember that vacation we took together?

How could I forget? I loved when you squeezed my face with your thighs.

I felt my face getting warm. Clarissa noticed and looked over at my phone. “She's hot for you. Go on, ask her out.”

It was fun, wasn't it? I want to do that again. Not just making out, I want to do everything we did that night, as much as we can. 

Oh wow. I love the idea. But I don't know when I can do it. It's so hard to find a babysitter these days.

Clarissa was still looking over my shoulder. “Tell her to bring them over to my place.”

I can get Clarissa Murphy to watch them for the night.

Oh really? Since when were you so chummy with Clarissa?

I could feel Clarissa's smirk from over my shoulder. “Tell her whatever you want about us. But wait until it's in person and warm her up with it.”

***

I closed the motel room door the moment Amanda was in. She stared down at me with her ocean blue eyes through her red hair that went down to her shoulders. “You look so pretty tonight.”

I smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her. She put her hands on my shoulders and pressed against me. “So do you.”

“Not that I'm complaining, but how did you convince Clarissa to invite my kids for a sleepover? I didn't know you knew her that well.”

I took her hands in mine. “Actually, it was her idea. You see, we, um…” I swallowed, worried I’d make her jealous. “We had sex a few days ago.”

I felt her grip loosen. “Wait, what?”

I explained everything that led up to the kiss, from Clarissa's husband's prank to the morning I texted her. As I explained it, Amanda went from looking affronted. Then curious, then aroused. Soon, her face was flushed and she was hanging on my every word. “There you have it. Clarissa gave me the courage to ask you here, and it wouldn't surprise me if she wanted to seduce you, too.”

“I mean…she does have pretty great boobs. I get it.”

“And you have a great ass,” I said, gripping hers. “I meant what I said. I want more with you. I don’t just want to make out whenever you have a free moment.” I slid her jeans down, taking her panties with them, and crouched in front of her. “Clarissa flipped a switch in me, and now I can’t eat enough pussy.” Amanda gasped, putting her hands on my head as I took her clit between my lips, sucking on it like candy.

“Ahhhh…oh my god…I thought you were good at this before, but now…”

I pulled back, my stomach tightening a little. “Now what?”

She looked confused and disappointed. “Now you're even better. Clarissa taught you well. Please, keep going.”

I blushed a bit, remembering what Clarissa had said about my confidence. As I got back to licking her clit, I pulled her pants down the rest of the way. She stepped out of them and I pushed them aside. Then, I reached up and pulled her tube top down, grabbing her breasts and rubbing them. 

I stood up and kissed her again, letting her tube top slide down her body. Once she was totally naked, I grabbed her by her breast and crotch and navigated her to the bed. She fell backwards onto it and I jumped onto her, kissing all over her body as I got my own pants and jacket off. I played with her body and kissed her breasts until she was moaning and trembling and my pussy was aching with desire. Then, I lowered my pussy onto hers, grinding against her. I moved like I was driven by a motor. I put a hand on one of Amanda's breasts, looking into her eyes as a warm tingle spread through my hips. The sight of her other breast bouncing made me self-conscious, so I quickly took off my shirt so she could see mine.

Our shared orgasm shook the room. I laid down on top of her as we moaned and trembled together. We kissed deeply. I drove my tongue into her mouth and she pushed hers into mine. When I came up for air, I got a good look at her face. She was grinning from ear to ear. She was so pretty, I just couldn’t help myself. I climbed up and planted my hips right on her face. Amanda wrapped her arms around my thighs and drove her tongue into my pussy.

I stroked her hair and ground my pussy against her face. Though I couldn’t see her mouth, her eyes left me no doubt that her smile was just as strong as ever. She seemed to remember everything I’d done on her, and did it back eagerly and happily. Her eyes went wider when I came in her mouth, and when I felt her coughing, I got off her face and put a hand on her cheek. “You okay?”

She coughed a couple more times, then smiled up at me. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I swung my leg off her and slid down beside her, kissing her. “Sure.”

Another blush. “I-I mean…if your husband’s okay with it.”

“It’s fine. I told him about it the week after Laguna beach. He said he wants me to have a girlfriend.”

Amanda groaned. “Ah…typical guy. I don’t know if I want him watching us.”

“I wasn’t going to ask. And I won’t again, unless you tell me you’ve changed your mind.”

“Okay.” She kissed me. Not a lustful kiss, like when we made out in hidden rooms in her house, but like the one I gave Clarissa when she broke down the last of my barriers.

It didn’t feel right that only I’d had an orgasm. “Here, let’s make you feel good.” I ran my hand over her pussy, my palm circling over her clit as I slid my fingers inside her. I put my arm around her shoulders and stared into her eyes. She moaned, rocked her body around, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. After I brought her off, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and wouldn’t stop wiggling around or kissing my face.

“I love you.” I lost count of how many times she said it, but I knew she meant it. Amanda always struck me as being rather lonely. Not that that was hard to guess, with her husband walking out on her six years before.

“I love you, too, and I’m going to love being your girlfriend.”

She finally slowed down. “So…you and Clarissa?”

“Does that make you jealous?”

She shook her head. “I don’t mind you having sex with her. Do…do you think…?”

“She’d love to have a threesome with us.” I confirmed. Clarissa had said no such thing, but I didn’t need to ask. “We just need to find a time that works for all of us.”