She loved the sound of Binta's voice and its assertive tone. She loved the feel of Binta's long hair as it fell over her own naked buttocks, the warmt... of her skin, the salty taste of her sweat, and the ivory hardness of her teeth nibbling her skin. Ana was so lucky to be in love with someone as truly perfect as Binta, and honoured that her love was so abundantly reciprocated.Being in love made her days in the office so much more bearable. She hated it when Mr Madir made his usual coarse. I looked on my right and found a tall and dusky young man who had also had a saree in his hands, but instead of looking at saree, was looking at me with lust and appreciation. It gave me a tingling feeling, but I ignored it and got myself busy with saree. Finally my mother found one and we attempted to leave. I just looked over my shoulder to check out the guy for once, he still ogled at me, and must have done till we left.The coming weekend, it was my friend Kripa’s birthday. She had organized. " We had stripped off the shorts and were demonstrating as she talked. "Then we touch; with fingers mostly, but you can use your tongue or toes or anything, really."We were standing in the middle of the floor nude, with our eyes closed and hugging. Nollie would spin slowly, and I would drag my fingertips or palms across her skin. We'd reverse, and she would touch me as I spun."It doesn't matter where you touch, or with what," Nollie said dreamily. "Concentrate on the touch itself."We continued. "Though that will be dinner time, and I don't think I want pretzels for dinner." I have other plans for dinner," I remarked."Oh ho! Are you going to tell me?" You'll see." Okay."By then we'd found parking. A few minutes later we were in the theatre, about three quarters of the way back. It was the best seats I'd been able to find given my late plans and I was lucky to get them. The show hadn't sold out only because it was a matinee.Angie didn't seem to care. She loved it. She giggled.