‘Sophia, you win…..!’ 1997 – Leaving on a Jet Plane As the Denver-bound jet waited and waited for its take-off slot, Dean mentally divided up ...hat he knew into 3×5 cards. It was an old trick that he had been taught in Berlin. Then, he added his own feature, mentally dividing up what he knew he did not know on additional cards. On the final mental card, he placed an imaginary 1970 photo of Michelle in the garden, her head on his lap, her eyes half-closed as she savored the homemade strawberry. My occasional glance of them told me they were getting quite familiar and the giggled with their heads together and her hands were once again on his arm. I then noticed that he had a hand beneath the table and by leaning back just a little I could see him running his hand up and down her thigh only stopping every now and then to give her thigh a gentle squeeze.“Shhhh, he’ll hear you.” “No he won’t unless you squeal.” This brought giggles from them. I had to glance back over and noticed he had. Was she gay? She didn't know, she never had a boyfriend before so she must be. "Hello, Olivia, are you coming or not?" Gemma asked, annoyed. She shook her tits in front of her and Olivia felt more and more turned on. Did Gemma know she was a lesbian and she was teasing her? Gemma sat down beside her on the couch and her left hand rested on Olivia's right knee. Olivia gulped. "Would you like to be with a girl?" she asked bluntly. She kissed her full on the lips. Gemma's hands loosened Olivia's. How should she breathe? Should her mouth be slightly open? How long should she wait before clueing him in to the fact she was awake? You’re so beautiful when you sleep.The thought pierced her consciousness like a knife through warm butter. That was a good comparison. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable. Holy hell, this is hot.Ehma put all of her energy into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. Forcing herself not to squirm as a fingertip trailed along her.