want it."

“I'm a masculine lesbian," Jan explained. "You're a feminine lesbian. In our togetherness nature strikes a balance. Melba-you'll let me be your lover, won't you?"

"Yes, Jan!"

"Oh, Melba! My darling!"

As Jan opened her arms to me, I cuddled close. Then after a moment she lifted my head from her shoulder and looked into my green eyes.

Jan's hand stroked my fingers, and slid along my palms, curved over my wrists, trailed up my arms. I experienced thrills I'd never known before. Her caress made my flesh quiver, and deep inside of me passion was erupting. I felt warm and heavenly.

..

Her fingers closed tenderly but ardently over my shoulders. And then-when Jan's lips came closer I knew I was going to be kissed. Eagerness fired me. Her lips met mine and I forgot everything except that this was what I desperately needed. It was as if a bomb of thrill went off inside of me, creating new, unsuspected depths of sensation.

I kissed back in a way I'd never even suspected I could kiss. To my astonishment our lips were slowly, rhythmically moving together, weaving a pattern of bliss. Little murmurs came from my throat. The sound surprised me.

As Jan encircled me in her arms, pressing me closer, I clung to her. I was trembling, yet for the first time in all my life I actually felt secure.

That night I went with Jan to her apartment and stayed until after midnight. She wanted me to stay all night, and I wanted to stay. But we knew my mother would raise objections to that. And as Jan wisely suggested, "Let's have our happiness with as little turmoil caused by others, as is possible."

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setting conditions at home would disturb me. Dear Jan!

That night Jan and I sexually belonged to each other for the first time.

Jan lit a tall candle in her bedroom, and then, hand in hand we went toward the bed.

My heart was throbbing not only in my chest it seemed, but spreading out and pounding all over my body. At last I would belong to a woman who loved me! I remember Jan undressing me, tenderly. She stood before me, admiring my nude body gleaming like white satin in the flickering candle light. Then she helped me to lie upon the bed. I watched her while she took off her own clothes. The sight of her nakedness made me tremble.

Jan lay beside me, just holding me in her arms, and rubbing her cheek against mine, at first. And then lightly she kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips. But I knew that other kisses, wild and passionate, would be given me before this time of first surrender had passed.

The moment Jan's long fingers stretched toward my breasts, the nipples popped out and stiffened until they were like little pink candles. They wanted to feel the gentle pressure of Jan's fingers, the cupping of her warm palm. Then when they had those experiences, they went wild with wanting more. It was then, that for the first time, the pressure of Jan's moist lips enclosing the pinkness of my nipples sent me into a frenzy of thrill.

The pressure of her soft lips increased. She began to gently nibble, and the wave of sexual ecstasy crashed over me. Time, space, nothing mattered-except the gratifying sensation she was creating in every part of my body!

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