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to wonder how much of my life I wasted by leaving Amy behind twenty years ago.
    Happily, I oblige. I slip out of my soaked underwear and crawl up to her.
    “Are you sure?” I ask, more to tease than to know, because I recognise certainty when I see it and it’s staring right back at me.
    In response, she pulls me on top of her and there I sit, my legs wide above Amy’s mouth, hers spread in front of me. Never in my wildest dreams, I think, before lowering myself, my knees sinking into the grass of our youth.
    When her tongue grazes against my lips the first time, I nearly crash through my elbows. My nipples press into Amy’s belly as I position my mouth over her pussy. When she sucks my clit into her mouth, white heat crackles through my skull and I all but lose it again.
    I have Amy’s pussy to attend to, though, and this is not an opportunity I want to waste. I’m in no position to add fingers to the mix, so I put all my effort into licking her. Every time Amy sucks my lips or clit into her mouth, I do the same, until my brain reaches the point at which it can’t compute anymore. Amy’s tongue flicks my clit, while my own face is buried between her legs, breathing her in, lapping at her essence. And then it’s too much again.
    I come. My knees shuddering against her shoulders, and I could scold myself for my lack of self-control, because I certainly haven’t given as good as I have gotten yet, but really, who could blame me for that?
    I regroup quickly, because it’s also a little bit a matter of pride, me being the out and proud lesbian in this alfresco sixty-nine position. I launch a fresh onslaught of licks on her clit, because she can’t be that far off. I trill my tongue against her swollen bud and I feel her fingertips scrape my buttocks.
    “Yes,” she says and it spurs me on. Her body trembles underneath mine, her nipples hard pebbles against my stomach. “Oh god.” And I sense the climax making its way through her body, pulsing through her muscles, but I only stop licking when she gives me a light pat on the backside.
    I topple off her onto the grass and I can feel a fit of giggles build inside of me. This is what it came down to? A quick rumble by the pond?  
    “Come here,” she says, and opens her arms as wide as her legs earlier.
    I nestle in the crook of her elbow, and we both lie in silence for a while, waiting for our breath to steady and for our brain to find the words. Amy speaks first.
    “I do hope for your sake none of my neighbours have zoom lenses on their cameras.”
    In any other circumstance, a blind panic would have rushed through me at the mention of nosy neighbours, but not when I’m in Amy’s arms.
    “No one recognises me without my glasses and fancy tops on, anyway.”
    “I did.” Amy draws me closer, and a million questions race through my mind, but, perhaps because of the early-evening sun dipping lower behind the trees, I’m all of a sudden very aware of the reason for my visit and how I might not make it to my father’s big birthday party on time and in a presentable way.
    “I don’t suppose you want to be my date tonight?” Reluctantly, I wrestle myself free from Amy’s embrace.
    She pulls me back in. “Don’t we have some lesbian processing to do first?” Her hands shoot up my back and, instantly, set my skin on fire again.
    “Not the kind you have in mind right now.” I smile against her neck. “I have to go."
    “Will you come back after?” I revel in the obvious tension in Amy’s biceps, a big indicator she doesn’t want me to go.
    “I don’t have to tell you what the Frosts are like, do I? It might be a late one.”
    “As long as you don’t leave town without a word of warning.” Amy’s voice is a whisper, barely able to be heard above the rustle of the wind.
    That’s exactly what I did years ago. One day, I simply couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be witness to Amy and Brett’s blossoming romance one minute longer. So I left. It