My panties were gone and when she took my hand and put it on her own vulva, I found that hers had gone as well.“Are we lesbians now?” I asked late..., when we both recovered from our orgasms, lying next to each other.“Do you love me?” Gloria asked.“Yes,” I admitted easily.“I know that you love me, as do I you. But do you love me romantically?”“I don’t know? How do you know?”“I think you just know.”I rolled myself halfway on her and put my mouth against hers. Her lips met mine. She wasn’t shocked. It would crush me if a pretty girl like you refuses this dance, I tell her. She takes my hand and again, I hold her close as we slowly move to the music. Instead of staring at me this time, her head is on my shoulders all the way until the end of the song. Once the song ends, she lifts her head off my shoulder and looks at me before leaning in for a kiss. This time, I didnt pull away and this time, we kiss with such passion that the cool basement is heating up. I hold her tight against me as. I was lost to the sensation.The sex continued through half the night, until both of us were too exhausted to continue. The next morning I woke before James and tiptoed around the room, gathering up my clothes. I was quiet enough not to wake him, and I retreated to the front room of the apartment to dress hurriedly before I slipped out the door.It was almost nine, so I was sure Rachel would be at work. I could feel my titties jiggling as I ran to catch the bus, and I relished the stares I. If you want to read more of my stuff after reading this, please visit my website. I reserve all commercial and all non-electronic rights tothis work. If you are not permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please don't read it. I am also stating that the name"Brett Lynn" is a pen name I use. Any persons who have this name astheir birth name has no connection whatsoever with this story, nor any other works under the name Brett Lynn. Please be advised. So, withoutfurther ado,.