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our hands on each other’s flesh, I see all of my dreams come to life. I see it in Amy’s eyes. The same desire I once suffered from, now sizzling between us, years too late but, simultaneously, right on time.
    I marvel at the strong muscles gleaming beneath the skin of Amy’s thighs as I strip off her trousers. Her legs are tanned, and why wouldn’t they be with a backyard like this. Before I rid her of the last piece of clothing—her panties—I make sure I’m as half-dressed as she is and take everything off except my knickers.  
    Stretching my arms alongside her head, I look down at her, at the desire chasing away any doubt from her face and the ripple of her biceps as she brings her hands to my hair again. I’m beyond words, so I let my mouth crash down on hers and I kiss her.  
    Amy’s elbows lock around my neck and the way she holds me close to her couldn’t express my own emotions better. It’s as if I found something I didn’t even know was missing, but can never let go of again.
    “Do it,” she hisses into my ear when our lips break apart for a split second. “Fuck me, Eli.”
    And maybe it’s in the way she pronounces my childhood nickname, or maybe it’s the heat coming off her skin mixed with the nostalgic power of our surroundings, but the tears start stinging again. I’m quick to swallow them away and peck a moist path down her shoulder, over her exquisite collarbones, stopping at her breasts. I bend my elbows so my own nipples skate along her stomach. They’re hard and stiffen further as they meet the soft skin of her belly. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and rub my teeth against it.
    “Ooh,” she moans, and it’s enough to set my pussy on fire. My entire body seems to vibrate as I nibble on Amy’s nipples. And then the scent of the grass hits my nose and a light breeze rushes over us, making my skin break out in goosebumps, and the picture is complete.  
    I travel lower, kissing my way along Amy’s belly button until my lips reach the hem of her panties. My tongue slips under briefly and already her muscles contract. I take the hour of foreplay she experienced when she fucked me on her massage table into consideration, and proceed. I place a trail of light kisses on the panel of her panties, before pulling it aside and exposing her pussy to the air. Then a whole new perfume hits my nose, pure arousal blending with the promise of a beautiful late summer night.
    I look at her puffy, shiny lips. At how pink and perfect they are, and how wet they are for me, but before I threaten to get over-emotional again, I press my mouth to her pussy and inhale.
    “Oh god, yes.” Amy breathes heavily, twining her fingers through my hair.
    I push myself up and, while removing her panties from her legs, find her gaze. I remember how she hardly blinked earlier that afternoon as her fingers meandered towards my pussy. We have a lot to talk about. Later.
    After positioning myself comfortably between her legs, my arms cradling her hips for support, I lick Amy Waters’s pussy for the first time. I believe it must affect me much more than her, despite the fact that, the instant my tongue connects, her pelvis shoots up and her nails may leave permanent scratch marks on my scalp.
    I trail my tongue all the way along her lips and let it circle around her clit. Every time I repeat the action, my tongue burrows a bit deeper between her folds and I taste her musky, heady perfume.
    “Eli,” I hear her murmur, and I’m so lost in the trance licking her puts me in, she has to grab me by the hair to get my attention.
    “What?” I scan her face for signs of pain or discomfort, but a big grin awaits.
    “Straddle me, please. I need to taste you.”
    I begin to think I know exactly what went wrong in Amy’s two marriages, providing they involved the opposite sex. The way she fucked me so assuredly earlier and now this question are hardly signs of someone new to the lesbian lifestyle. I’m also beginning