So her token gesture was one of great generosity, apparently, and it was Joan who insisted on showing gratitude. Showing it delightfully, too, with a tongue that combined warm eagerness and amazing expertise. Each time the agile tongue-tip slithered across her clitoris, Elspeth's buttocks jerked upward into the sucking mouth. Oh, that hot sucking mouth! It was really getting to her. Until at last the smooth abrasion of tongue-flesh upon cunt-flesh set her entire body vibrating; she uttered a sharp squeal of pleasure and began squirming in the throes of ecstatic orgasm.

Only then, as the peak passed and faded to a languorous aftermath, did she become aware of the orgasm that was still wracking Joan's body, aware of what it signified and yet not quite able to understand how such a thing had come about. It hardly seemed possible. How could a girl reach a climax like that? Without even being touched?

Joan sure must have, though. There was a peaceful expression on her shiny-damp face when she stood up. A heavy lassitude was already dragging Elspeth back into dreamland, but she fought it off when the noise of the bureau drawer opening and closing struck her ears.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Hush. Go back to sleep."

"No. Tell me."

"I'm changing my panties, if you must know."

"Changing your…"

"And don't you dare ask me why. Now just close your big beautiful blue eyes and be quiet."

Elspeth did just that. With a smile of satisfaction on her lips. But she was still wondering about the strange phenomenon that could bring a lesbian to asexual climax without any outside help. Oh shit, there was no end to the wonders of this new situation. New roomie, new apartment. And even the building, too, especially those weird characters up in the penthouse, that Margalo Fitch woman and her personal maid. Mistress and slave? That was weird to say the least, and the thought gave Elspeth a queasy shudder; how could a paid servant stoop to slavery and actually enjoy it? But the shudder passed and pretty soon sleep drifted in on a pink fog the sleep of sweet contentment…