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Crossing the Line 

Water dripped from the tap into the full sink. Dull brown eyes stared back at her. Drip… Blonde hair hung lifeless next to her face. Drip… She remembered their kiss as if it was yesterday. Drip… With a vicious tug she pulled at the tap until she could not move it any further. Holding her breath she dunked her face into the cold water. It wasn’t working. She could feel the silky feeling of her black dress sliding up her thighs. Hands slid across her hips to her inner thighs. Mouths glued to one another; tongues danced around each other. Lights flashed, silhouettes shimmering in and out in the background as the alcohol in her blood worked its magic making her feel free. 

Anticipation 

Looking back now, I still don’t know how I ended up in this bizarre triangle.  I guess, in a way, it stemmed from my dissatisfaction with Lance -- though maybe dissatisfaction is too harsh a term.  But hold on - I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let me go back to the beginning and tell this properly.  Lance is the closest thing I have to a boyfriend.  We’re good friends and we get along great, and we have an interesting sexual relationship as well.  However, I’ve always felt something was missing in my sexual encounters with Lance . . . something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Told You 

She couldn’t help but let out a sly little giggle, as if to say, ‘Oops, look at that, I made a mess of myself'.  Her ex was in front of her watching from the bed and Jake watched from slightly off to her left side.  Jake looked at her ex and simply said, “You’re right”, to which her ex replied with a grin on his face, “Told you you had to try it. 

Here's to Something New  Lynn’s uninhibited personality and sensual intelligence had easily erased any trepidation I might have felt.  Likewise, Daniel’s unassuming sexuality made me feel like I was just trying a new mixed drink.  A very tasty drink, I would learn.  Lynn poured us all drinks, then led the toast.  “To something new.” 

Bonnie & Friends, Soaking Wet 

Bonnie waved a finger of warning.  “I see that look in your eyes, bee-otch!”   Lenore faked a quick grab, causing Bonnie to drop her hips back—which in turn made her boobs pop out of her top.   More laughter, as Lenore playfully tackled her, pushing her to the edge of the pool.  Bonnie did not resist, letting herself be grappled into the cool water by her warm friend, where they swam and tussled casually for several minutes, and Bonnie felt that long-repressed attraction that Lenore sometimes –vaguely- seemed to reciprocate.