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scoot back on the bed. We lie naked together, breathing, waiting as I sweep her body with my hands.  
    Leigh’s skin is electric. Like once upon a time, she needs me.  
    As Richard requested, I give to her fully, smiling at her swollen breasts and hard nipples as I slither down her body, brushing Leigh’s flesh with my long, soft hair, and making her shiver.  
    She leans back, and presses her head into the pillow. Her mouth is open, expectant and moaning.  
    I tug off her panties. She wiggles — squirms — eagerly from them, parting her legs to make room for me. I fall onto Leigh’s body and press my lips against her. We kiss for a moment, then I slither back down her lithe frame.  
    I press my lips to her stomach, and look up, pausing between her legs. My tongue rolls out of my mouth, ready to flick her.  
    My skin’s hot and pussy wet. I can’t expect to be filled like I would be with Richard, but Leigh will give me harmony. No matter how well intended — or gifted — a man might be, only a woman knows what sex, arousal, and orgasm feel like for another like her.  
    I lick Leigh slowly, spreading her lips with the tips of my fingers. I taste her. Her pussy is sweeter than I remember, or expect. It’s been a while since I’ve had pussy in my mouth. I’ve not tasted a woman in a while, except for the sweet me I lick from the glaze that slicks Richard’s cock. He loves to slide out of my pussy and dip into my mouth. I love to taste him.  
    I stop flicking, and press my tongue to Leigh’s swollen lower lips. I drag my tits against the sheets, lifting my ass high as I dig between Leigh’s legs, pushing my tongue deeper into her folds.  
    Leigh’s legs lightly shake. Her stomach is sunken. She fondles herself, brushing fingers over her nipples, eyes closed as I work.  
    I press my palms to Leigh’s inner thighs and push, widening her part and lending more room to my face. I glance up and smile. Her eyes are closed, she cannot see me. Her arms lose their spot at her breasts, fly up over her head, and grab at the pile of pillows behind her.  
    I tease her with my tongue, flicking her faster with my tip as she squirms and moans. I love Leigh’s bald cunt. I think of Richard and his soft skin. I banish the thought to focus on Leigh, the first girl I ever played with, and the one who’s with me now.  
    I start sucking her faster, remembering how it once was between us. In school, we’d play, and try sneaking off where no one could find us. Senior year — when I hated Cooper — we spent so many weekends alone in her room. I used to wonder if Leigh’s parents knew what we were doing, and figured they did. She said her dad would rather see her happy with a girl than miserable with a guy.  
    Like old times, I’m bent between her legs, dipped low with my face in Leigh’s cunt. Sounds and scent fight for my focus.
    I stop sucking and kiss her pussy like a mouth, teasing with small circles outside, until I slip two fingers in, just past the tip.  
    I crawl up to kiss her. She opens her eyes, hungry.  
    I pull away from her mouth, and love that she wants me. She looks different, more like a woman and less like a girl. I reach to her side, and grab Leigh’s white, plastic “wand.”  
    “Have you ever used one of these?” she had asked, shortly after she opened her door, but before we were down to our panties.  
    “No.” I took the wand from Leigh to stare at its white shaft. “What is it?”  
    “What do you think it is?” she had laughed.  
    “Well, I know what it is. I’ve just never seen one quite like it.”  
    “I call it the wand. It’s not a wand like the electric kind, but it is totally magic. A gift from my ex, Carli. You’ve never felt anything like it.”
    “How is it different?”  
    “It’s like the world’s fattest finger,” Leigh said. “Swollen in the middle. Slips in easy to fill you.”  
    I said I couldn’t wait to try it. Now we were.  
    I place the wand