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The fury whirled around to find Elaine right in her face. Speechless, Elaine chose the strong but silent approach. She bolstered
her courage, thinking,
You wanted something new, you’ve got it.

She cupped one hand behind Kate’s head and wrapped her free arm around the woman’s waist, pulling their hips together with
a jerk. She delivered the hottest kiss of her life, and Kate kissed back, their mouths open to each other and the combined
energies of lust and fury pulsing between them.

Elaine was impatient, having been keyed up for weeks.

Her red-haired cohort overcame shock quickly, burning with the need her rage had ignited. She slid her hands up Elaine’s inviting
top, cupping her bare breasts, squeezing her nipples and twisting them in tandem.

Oh, yes,
thought Elaine,
good move.
She reached down and grabbed the woman’s ass, pulling her pelvis tightly to her own, and began to grind.

Kate broke the kiss, pushing Elaine away. Her eyes blazed as she stood, sizing up the stranger in black boots.

I might want to brace myself,
Elaine thought, half expecting to be stretched out on the floor in a second, and not in a nice, painless way.

But Kate was ready for a little daring, too. She grabbed Elaine’s shirt, yanked it up over her head, and cast it on the floor.
Her eyes never left Elaine’s.

Elaine followed the garment with her gaze and caught
a glimpse of an observer peering out of a stall door. She only hesitated a moment. She had felt adventurous before, but now,
with an audience, she felt like showing off.

A glance at the buttons trailing up Kate’s chest offered only one course of action. She grabbed the shirtwaist with both hands
and tore outward. A rain of buttons skittered across the tile floor.

As Elaine unfastened the woman’s bra, revealing creamy, firm breasts with pink nipples, Kate pulled herself up onto the roomy
countertop of the sink and hiked her skirt up to her thighs.

Elaine set her lips to one tit, tracing the point of her tongue teasingly around the nipple and then zeroing in to suck it
hard. Marvelously soft skin met her hands everywhere they traveled. Inside and out, sensory messages were flooding her brain,
urging her to move on while at the same time lulling her to take all the time in the world.

Then she heard Kate’s voice: “Fuck me.”

Eager to oblige, she slid her hand up the woman’s bare thigh toward the demanding heat of her cunt. Droplets of cream hung
in the rust-colored fur.

Kate spread her legs wide for Elaine and deftly cleaved her swollen lips, moving upward to finger her clit. Elaine bowed to
inhale the lush, heady fragrance, and, for the first time, tasted the slick wetness of another woman with her fingertips.
She knew her own desires, and so she knew the other woman’s need. Easily, she thrust two fingers deep inside and pulled forth
from the woman a great gasp of pleasure.

Elaine eased in her ring finger to make the fit tight and began to churn her fingers in and out. Reaching in and up along
the vaginal wall, she pulled and thrust, exploring the
limits of Kate’s pussy. She reeled with the knowledge of the sensations she was creating.

Kate’s fingers dug into Elaine’s shoulders. Her head was flung back, pressing against the mirror, her red hair doubled in
brilliance by its reflection. Moans escaped in sync with Elaine’s pumping rhythm. She released her grip and hooked her hands
underneath her knees, lifting them high and wide.

Elaine was euphoric. Her own pussy was dripping hot juice down her thighs. An empathic burn deep inside her begged her to
satisfy the want. In the heat of her passion, she interpreted her own thoughts as if they were Kate’s. Obeying the impulse,
she increased her pace as she watched the pleasure spread across Kate’s face. Kate bucked and cried out loud, kicking. Elaine
persisted, unrelenting until she felt the walls clamp down on her fingers like a vise.

Her movement restricted, Elaine stopped altogether. Her jaw dropped as she felt the distinctive, band-tightening muscle spasms
of an enormous orgasm. She counted seven clenches before Kate ceased shouting and let her whole body slump in exhaustion.
Elaine felt exhilarated. Her heart raced as she embraced the woman.

Kate sat up slowly, spread her lips in a mischievous grin, and said, “I feel much better now.” They kissed again, much more
sweetly this time, with a trace of fire licking their lips.

Silently, reverently, they composed themselves. Elaine picked up her T-shirt from the floor and spied a pair of feet in the
stall. She had completely forgotten their voyeur. She casually shook out the shirt as she would have if she had just removed
it from the dryer. A small, pearl-colored
button clicked across the tiles. Elaine smiled wryly as she pulled the shirt over her head.

Her consort had refastened her bra, arranged her skirt, and now seemed to be wondering about her buttonless blouse, as if
she had no idea how it had gotten that way. She looked up at Elaine, flashed a devil-may-care grin, and proceeded to tuck
in the tails, leaving the front gaping open. Elaine smiled in approval.

Conversation stopped and heads turned when the two women emerged from the ladies’ room. They walked casually back to Elaine’s
spot at the bar. Alec leaned over beside the taps. “Her, uh, friend ran out of here when the howling started, so I called
a cab. It’s waiting outside,” he whispered, trying to conceal a smirk.

Elaine turned back to Kate and found her standing, hands on hips, facing the crowd as if she were prepared to stare each and
every one of them down if it took her all night. She took Kate’s hand and led her outside to the waiting cab.

Before she got in, Kate reached down into one of the deep pockets of her skirt and pulled out a business card. Handing it
to Elaine, she said, “If you ever want to dump on one of my boyfriends again, call me.” She winked, kissed Elaine on the cheek,
and stepped into the taxi.

The room was abuzz when Elaine returned. A woman was mobbed by a small crowd in the far corner, next to the rest rooms.

Elaine realized she was incredibly thirsty, and although she felt she had made a pretty good start, her lust was really in
high gear now—her night of conquest was far from over. She walked back to the bar.

She motioned for Alec to bring her a tall glass of anything and watched him with an appreciative eye for the
first time. She took inventory of his hard flat pecs, his handsome features, his nicely rounded ass in loose-fitting jeans,
and mostly of the bulge in his crotch that showed even through a bar apron. He had become so familiar to her that she had
failed to notice what he’d grown into.

He walked over and handed her a whiskey with a water back. Never breaking eye contact, she slugged the shot and took a long
drink from the water. She set down her glass and motioned for him to lean in so she could tell him something.

“Alec, come with me. There’s something you need to fix in the ladies’ room.”

BY
L
AURA
W
HITE

D
o my back, Ellie?”

Valerie Feldbaum, buxom girlfriend of my twenty-year-old brother Kevin, hands over the Bain de Soleil. She has no idea what
she’s doing to me.

I look at her parents’ house, then at the pool, then back at the house. “Your back?” He must not have told her about me.

“Yeah, come on.”

The lotion has liquefied in the heat. I pour a pool into my palm and drizzle it between the two pieces of her bathing suit.
I smear the oil around, trying to be brisk. Her skin is warm and smooth. I speed up near her bikini bottom. What if I give
myself away?

Next I do her shoulder blades. “There.” I rub my hands together, work the oil into the dry skin around my nails. Give a silent
prayer of gratitude that I’m not a guy, that nothing shows.

After dropping out of my second graduate program in as many years, I’m going to visit old friends. My brother,
who’s living here with Valerie’s family for the summer, was on the way.

When I rang the doorbell late last night, she answered. A head taller than me, broad. Wild black hair, olive skin; dramatic,
but a crooked nose makes her not quite perfect.

“Kevin’s asleep. Working early tomorrow. He said you wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll just crash here and hit the road in the morning.”

“No!” Valerie put her hand on my arm. Short nails; I liked that. “Stick around for a while.” She lowered her voice. “We have
a pool.”

At ten-thirty this morning I’m lying awake in the guest room when Valerie walks in and throws a bathing suit at me. “Put this
on.” She leans against the doorway, facing me. “Meet me out back. Hurry.”

I pull off the T-shirt I slept in, step into the old Speedo. There’s no mirror, but I guess I look all right. My small tits
are cute, and my pallor is the trade-off for my hair—dark red.

When I get out to the pool, Valerie is stretched faceup on one of two chaise longues, bursting out of an anti-freeze-green
bikini. On a low table next to her are a bowl of cut-up melon and a white plastic watch.

“Sit down.”

That’s when she asks me to do her back. I’ve just recovered when she asks me to do her legs.

“Just the tops,” she says. “I already did my calves.”

Okay. Either Kevin hasn’t told her or she’s decided to torture me.

“Ellie? What’s wrong, is it empty? There’s more lotion in the house.”

“No, there’s still some in here.” I flatten the tube and coat my palms with the oil. I put one hand on each of her
thighs, moving them up and down a little. Her bikini bottom is French-cut, high on the hips. With my fingertips, I outline
one side, then the other. It takes everything I have not to go under the elastic.

“Thanks,” she says. “That feels good.”

“Sure.” It comes out like a croak.

She rests her head on her arms, and I lean back in my chair. I oil my own legs, extra careful at the tender diagonal where
leg meets hip. I nudge the elastic. Touching Valerie has made it sexy to touch myself. I take my time.

I lie back and watch her through my sunglasses. Who is she? What’s the story with her and Kevin?

“You know what’s weird?” Valerie says. “I had a feeling about you.”

“‘What?”

“Just from seeing a picture. Kevin didn’t say a word. And it’s not like you even have short hair or anything.”

“What are you talking about?”

She turns to face me. “Ellie, you’ve been leering at me since you got here.”

For a few seconds I forget to breathe. Then I jump up from the chaise and run the few steps to the edge of the pool. I dive
in, expecting refreshing cold. Its like bathwater, but I swim anyway. Before I know it, I’m on my way back.

I do laps. Eventually, only because it’s inevitable, I push my way out of the pool. I stand over Valerie. Water from the ends
of my hair drips onto her ankles.

“You’re fast.” She’s got a big smile on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell me to knock it off?”

“Who says I minded?”

I fold my arms across my chest.

“Why do you think I’m wearing this bikini that hasn’t fit me since I was fourteen?”

I stand speechless.

“It’s amazing how much you look like Kevin.”

“He looks like me. I looked this way first.”

“Your eyes—I’ve never seen anyone else with his shade of green. They’re beautiful.”

I lie down in my chaise. Flattery goes a long way with me.

“Have you had a lot of girlfriends?”

“I’ve had my share.” I shrug. “What about you? I mean—”

“One boyfriend in high school. Then Kevin. The summer before college, though, I worked at this camp. There was this girl,
another counselor…”

“What happened?”

“We messed around. We’d get stoned and, you know, do stuff.” She pushes her sunglasses up on her head, locks her gaze on me,
like a dare. “I liked it.”

“You want a medal? Lots of teenagers experiment.”

“It wasn’t experimenting. I’ve thought about it since then, thought about other girls.” She looks off toward the pool again.
Her voice gets quiet. “I’ve thought about you.”

“Oh, yeah, Valerie?” I punch her name like an insult. “What have you thought about me?”

“How your mouth is like Kevin’s. How maybe you kiss like Kevin.”

“How does Kevin kiss?”

She turns back to me. “It’s hard to describe. I’d better show you.”

Then she’s next to me, her hip pushing against my thigh. A thin gold chain snakes across her tan collarbone.
In the time it takes her to move in, I smell perfume, deodorant, shampoo, and, finally, lip gloss. Fruity.

She kisses me so hungrily it’s hard to doubt her sincerity. Finally, she breaks for air, leans away, looks at me. The dream
is over, I think. She’s about to realize her mistake. But she groans and clamps her mouth back onto mine.

She straddles me, kneels. Her slick legs press against mine. With both hands, she yanks down the straps of my bathing suit
to expose my chest. My arms are pinned to my sides, but if I move them I’ll break the spell. She’ll wake up.

She palms one breast, rubs the nipple with her thumb. She stretches out on top of me, attaches her mouth to the other nipple.
She’s heavy, but the weight feels good, even in this heat. She bites, lightly at first, then hard. Too hard.

“Watch it.”

“Sorry.”

I free my arms. She tries to pull my suit down the rest of the way. I could lift my ass to help her, but I don’t. The yard
isn’t completely private, and suddenly I’m thinking about Kevin. But mostly I’m testing her. I have to know she wants it,
wants me.

“Goddamn it, Ellie.”

She stops struggling with my suit, gives me a look that says,
I’ll show you.
She shoves her hand down the front, rough and sudden. Then, with torturous slowness, she strokes me. Two long fingers. Doesn’t
go in, just slides them up and down. For a long time.

“Please,” I say.

“Please what?” She knows what I want, she’s just making me say it.

“Go in.”