"I'm going to take care of my honey, now," Jan said.

And she did.

Standing there together, oblivious of everything and everyone, Jan brought me to climax. I thought I could have stood there for hours, while she kept on. But my knees became weak and I sagged against her. I wanted to lie down on the bathroom floor and go the entire route. But both Jan and I were brought to earth by Bernice calling,

"Did you kids fall in the toilet or something?"

We drew apart, breathing heavily. Jan took one look at my ruffled hair. She quickly brought out a comb from the pocket of her sports jacket and carefully combed my hair.

"We're okay," Jan called out huskily. "One more rinsing and the punch stain should be out."

"Okay," Bernice said, and we heard her walking back into the livingroom.

Jan gave me a quick kiss, then turned on the tap. She washed the punch stain from my skirt. And then as tenderly as a mother bathes her infant, she washed my body, removing the evidence of the terrific climax she had given me.

"Honey," she said, smoothing my hair. "It shows in our eyes. But maybe they'll be dumb enough not to guess what we've been up to. We've got to get back in there." She dried me, then put her arm around me. "Can you walk steadily?"

"I'll try," I smiled. "Gee, Jan! I never knew so much could happen standing up."

She smiled and patted my flush-reddened cheek. "Neither did I," she said in that thrilling, intimate tone she always used after we'd had sex together. "But I'm learning that with you around, anything can happen, and in any way. And," she lovingly patted the curve of my bottom, "with you, sweetheart, it's always 34

good."

She reached over, and unclicked the lock. Together we went back into the livingroom. If the others had any idea about what had happened when Jan and I were in the bathroom, they gave no evidence of it.

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After what happened between Jan and I in Bernice's bathroom, you may think my sex needs had been appeased for the time being. But it wasn't so. By the time the party was over, fever was again rising in me. Velvety blackness spread across the sky and star lanterns were twinkling when Jan and I parked just off Crescent Drive. We were talking quietly, and staring through the darkness at the lights of a ship moving toward the Orient. Then suddenly we stopped talking. She took me into her arms and kissed me. Electric thrills leaped from my lips to the tips of my toes. Then I lay my head on her shoulder.

Jan didn't say a word. I listened to the crash of the surf on the white sand beach, and the gentle whisper of wind among the cypress trees. And the pounding of my own heart.

While we sat there in the car, she reached under my blouse and ran her fingers over and around my breasts, gently pinched the outstanding nipples, and then made tickling movements against them. Movements that almost drove me crazy from tingling pleasure, and made me eager for even more thrill and more intimacy.

The lights of a passing car flashed brightly on us.

I didn't move, but Jan straightened up.

When the car had passed, Jan said pleadingly, "Melba honey, will you come with me to my apartment— now?"

"Yes, Jan," I murmured, "right now."

The brief drive seemed interminable. Then at last we reached the privacy of Jan's apartment. I went right over and lay down on the divan in the front room. She took off my sandals to make me more comfortable,

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