If his car was in the shop and he needed a lift, Amy would do it. If he wanted tickets to a concert, but didn’t feel like standing in line for 5 hou...s, Amy would do it. If he wasn’t going to be home and he wanted a game taped so he could watch it later… Well, you get the picture. I met Amy at the same time I met Liam. He brought her along when he came to look at the house. I almost slammed the door in her face – not on purpose, I just didn’t notice her. Amy had a knack for not being noticed. . I pushed my thumb steadily into her warm wet crack . . . and then the doors of the elevator opened . . . The elevator quickly emptied out and I yanked my hand out of her body. We had arrived to the tenth floor; her floor…She did not turn her head, but began to walk towards the opening of the elevator. Then I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her.My other hand reached out to push the bottom for the twentieth floor…Now we were alone in that cabin. After the doors closed, my lips were. We were then –once more- deep tonguing and sharing the pleasures of our female – girl/girl – love.Busy weeks followed, we both had college weeks with little time for pleasure, it seemed.But I did not forget the agreement we had, and so I invited my ex(=on and off) boyfriend Michael for the experiment I had in mind for Susan. We met in a well know Amsterdam Café to discuss this.As I thought, he was not only ready for this, but astonished by the perspectives I opened for him. He confessed to me. After her lunch, Denise went to see Elaine in reception."Howdy!" she said to the younger blonde."Hello Denise — how are you getting on?" asked Elaine."Oh, I'm fine, fine. I'm just mulling over man problems." I don't have those!" grinned Elaine."No, but you have to put up with your own hormones and those of another woman!" giggled Denise. They both laughed — it had been a constant refrain between them while they'd been together, how it was either twice the fun or... "So, what's the man problem.