"Darling!"

"Do it, then. I want you to. Do me good."

With a soft moan, Joan crumpled to the bed. Elspeth felt the weight upon her legs, the unfamiliar but long-anticipated touch of female hands on her bare skin; it set up a responsive stirring in her loins as the secret flesh seemed to prepare itself for the touch of female lips. That nice cunt feeling. But somehow the kiss didn't materialize and Joan just went on hugging her around the knees as though she lacked courage to go any farther.

"Don't quit now. Is that all you want?"

"Please… oh, I'm so mixed up…"

"Oh shit, you know damn well what you want. And right now it's the same thing I want. You know. So what the hell are you waiting for?"

Another moan sounded down there as Elspeth lay motionless, quelling the urge to dig her fingers into that mousy head of hair and haul that flushed face up between her thighs. Right up where she needed it. But this was their first time and she wanted Joan to do it all by herself. Let there be no recriminations afterward, let there be no doubt about who was doing what and with which and to whom. If this lesbian desired her beautiful body, okay, it was right there for the taking. All she had to do was take it.

Then, tentatively, Joan's face moved and Elspeth quivered to the warmth of soft lesbian lips browsing along the skin of her thighs. Browsing but not taking. No. More like… worshipping? Mmm, yes, that was it, worshipping with each tiny advance, dallying and worshipping as though she had to work up fresh courage to gain every intimate inch. And in a flash of near-blinding insight Elspeth got a glimpse of the total pattern, the whole thing, not just the main motif – this lesbian roomie of hers wasn't just a lesbian, she was a lesbian masochist!

For a moment Elspeth was tempted to put her wild new thought into words and bring the truth out into the open. Find out the truth, one way or the other. But the thought itself only increased her already seething excitement and now she could no longer stave off that big need. Okay, why wait, why not kill two birds with one stone? – oh shit, maybe she was guessing all wrong, maybe it would kill the whole Goddamn deal too, but she just had to go ahead and say it. Say it loud and clear. Even if the crazy words sounded embarrassing to her own ears.