The love affair always lurks within every girl, but some do not fulfill it, and regret it.

The two watched breathlessly as Jan disrobed.

Jan was all woman! She was luscious. She was the type of female that immediately appealed to both men and women, and it was doubtful that even the most conservative young girl could resist her body for long. Pamela's tongue licked her lips, not from a want or desire, but purely from a habit she had whenever she liked something. Jan was pure sex.

Even her undressing had beauty to it.

Donna shared Pamela's thoughts exactly. She knew that at Avondale she would soon be obliged to be lesbian, and visualized all sorts of husky crude women to satisfy. When Jan had picked her up at her home, she had nearly squealed in relief.

The first lesbian experience is so important to a girl. It can shape all future such activity, and if the first is with a beautiful creature, such as Jan, t,he possibilities were limitless. Ravan knew this well, and her five mistresses were quite lovely. Lesbian- ism at Avondale was not punishment, it was an opening of a door to the girls, who would forever be thankful. It made all the rest worthwhile.

Jan lay sprawled on the bed, legs beautifully apart. and at that moment one delightful part of her was like a beacon.

"Eat!" she said. It was a simple word, but it said everything. It was not a word of endearment or a request to make love together. It was a command, devoid of all tenderness and misunderstanding.

Yet, both Pamela and Donna knew why it had to be that way. One did not make love with a mistress.

One made love to a mistress. The return of her tongue was something not to be asked for… ever.

But it was, and would be. a constant hope, that may or may not come. It would burn and burn in intensity, but could never be assumed or requested.