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	She was groping toward an understanding of love as a thing to
be given away and shared, not to be kept under lock and key, when
the phone rang. She waited for Gina to answer it... it was still
her house... but she knew it was Brent. Her mouth had gone hot and
dry, and her heart was beating way too fast there in the dark. He
had called so many times, with the same promises and sorrows that
had won her back time and again in the past. Right now Allie
wasn't strong enough to hear it again.

	Gina didn't call her. Eventually she had to know. She got up,
put on the silky robe Gina had given her while hers was in the
wash (all Gina's intimate clothing was really intimate) and padded
down the hall to the back bedroom.

	Gina was sitting up, leaning over in bed to put a tape into the
little portable cassette player at bedside. She grunted a come-in
sort of noise when Allie knocked. "It wasn't Brent," she said at
once, offhand. "It was a wrong number. Some people don't realize
that other people have jobs."

	"I'll go," Allie said, relief weakening her legs.

	"Oh no, I'm awake now," Gina said. She patted the bedspread
next to her. "I see you haven't slept yet. Come in and talk to
me."

	Allie crawled up on the bed, which Gina kept rather high, and
lay on her stomach next to Gina, who stayed sitting up.

	"I know you said no to that guy," Gina said, "I'm glad. It
shows you're learning."

	"What d'you mean?" Allie curled up comfortably on the hissing
satin.

	"Well, think about it, hon. You've spent your life running to
the arms of every man who deigned to want you, because you thought
you weren't good enough to pick and choose. Now you know
different."

	Allie blinked twice in the dim light. "Well, that was blunt,"
she said. She couldn't help being pleased at the compliment,
however it was phrased.

	"Oh, dear one, I'm sorry." Gina leaned back tiredly, bonking
her head against the wall. "I'm exhausted."

	"Shall I go?"

	"No, don't, it feels good to have you here." Gina spoke with
her eyes closed and without moving.

	Allie, at odds, held herself relatively still on the bedspread,
waiting for Gina to fall asleep so she could creep out. At the
same time she felt herself coming more and more awake.

	She saved herself from starting violently only by a slim
margin, when Gina's hand settled on her back, just above her
tailbone. "I'm sorry," Gina murmured, having felt the subterranean
flinch of her muscles. "Didn't mean to scare you."

	You always scare me, Allie thought, almost at random, uncertain
of her own meaning.

	"I'm glad you're in my house, Allie. You know that, don't you?"

	She nodded, knowing Gina's hand, where it lay at the base of
her spine, would feel the motion. "I don't feel like leaving, if
that's what you mean."

	"I just wanted you to know that I didn't want you to." Gina
rotated her head a little, in apology for the low sense content of
that last sentence. "I love you."

	Allie lay still, wanting only that Gina should not remove her
hand. "I love you also," she said after a moment.

	There was a long period of silence in which Allie became sure
Gina was asleep, but she did not want to move. Even asleep, she
valued Gina's rare touch. But Gina wasn't asleep. After a time,
her hand slid forward and she hitched herself downward, until her
head came to rest where her hand had been: in the lowest point of
Allie's back. She toyed with Allie's changing hair, for which she
had a devotion she never let herself think about. I love her more
than even I realize, she whispered, in the deep places of her
heart.

	Almost hypnotized by her own slow thoughts, slow motions, slow
heartbeat, she caressed Allie's docile head and shoulders. Her
rational mind was a million miles away. She found that her neck
was uncomfortable, so she slipped off Allie's back and rested on
the pillow. This put her hand out of range.

	Next thing she knew, Allie was coiling herself up, moving,
coming around so that she could lie down looking into Gina's eyes.
There Gina was able to reach her, able to stroke her face and
chin, her forehead, gently put back the hair that fell over her
eyes, feather-touch the elegant line of Allie's neck and
shoulderblade.

	Allie swallowed, blinked. Her eyes were shining, and Gina
realized suddenly that they were shining with tears.

	"What is it, honey?" she said softly.

	Allie shook her head, meaning it was nothing anyone could put
into words.

	I can almost read your mind, Gina thought. Allie's eyes seemed
to give an answer, but it also was inarticulate. She put forth her
own hand as if unable to stop herself, and traced the line of
Gina's cheekbones. Gina felt herself come alight as if she were a
gas burner in a stove, with a sudden soft whoosh of blue fire.
Dreamily she turned her head, never losing eye contact, and her
lips opened in Allie's palm. Allie's entire body shivered once,
and Gina answered this with a hungry rush of her mouth down
Allie's wrist to the softest skin of her inner arm, right where
that monster had been wont to bruise her.

	"Ohhh," Allie gave forth a sound, not quite aspirated.
"Gina...?"

	Gina knew what she was saying. She was begging her to stop now
or promise not to stop at all, because Allie couldn't take
anymore. For a moment she wavered. Then she thought of the
marriage proposal. Only three months past the messiness of the
life and times of Brent, Allie was already getting wedding offers.
What right did Gina have to spoil things for her now?

	She wanted to give Allie a kiss for luck, but she knew it might
be the last straw. Losing Allie would be the worst thing in her
world; but actually driving her away would top it.

	"I'm sorry," she said, as gently as she could. "I'm sorry. I
don't know what got into me."

	Allie's tears spilled over.

	"Oh no, Allie, don't..."

	"No, Gina," Allie begged, tucking her hands under herself like
a four-year-old told not to touch ANYTHING in the store.

	"Don't cry." Gina held out her arms, motherly, but Allie drew
back. Gina felt suddenly as if she couldn't breathe, somehow; as
if someone had tied a stone to her chest the size of Chicago. She
looked like someone had punched her in the solar plexus.

	Allie knew the right thing to do was smile, and give her a hug,
and go back to bed. Not just the right thing: the essential thing,
the only thing that could save this sisterhood before it went
critical. She couldn't do it. For the life of her, more than her
life, she couldn't do it. All of her being had been concentrated
on Gina, on her fingers, on her eyes, on drinking at the boundless
well of that ephemeral radiance, but of course Gina had pulled
back. Now she felt as if she had taken several steps that weren't
there, overbalancing herself dreadfully. Only a matter of moments
till the fall.

	She saw the enormous hurt in Gina's face and could not react
properly in time to save herself.

	Like Allie before her, Gina suddenly showed unexpected
strengths. She sat up with brutal quickness and lifted Allie to a
sitting position by her shoulders. Allie had just time to scoot
her butt securely underneath her before she was gripped in a bear
hug that left her nearly breathless. Gina was holding her with all
the strength in her poor heart, and Allie couldn't help but
respond. "You're not going to pull away from me," Gina said,
fiercely, sorrowfully. "I won't let you. I'm sorry I was stupid.
But you're not getting away."

	Allie's arms crept around her, hugging her back. "I didn't want
to pull away," she said, hearing the choked sound of her own
voice. "I couldn't force myself not to."

	"I know, I'm a tease," Gina laugh-sobbed. "I'm such an idiot."

	"Stop it."

	Gina lifted her head and was suddenly kissing her fervently.
Allie, never sure where Gina's moods would take her next, was
caught totally unawares. Gina's tongue slipped between her lips,
tasting of sleep and tears, and a sound hummed between them,
neither sure where it had originated.

	Gina broke off, breathless. "Oh you're such a great kisser,"
she said as fast as she could. Their hug was unbreakable. Allie
found it no difficulty at all to turn her head sideways and touch
Gina's neck with her lips. She heard a distinct gasp. She
understood something she had not previously: that Gina was holding
back because it was something she wanted so badly, and Gina had
always been suspicious of her deepest desires.

	She might not have another chance to pierce that armor.

	Gina turned her head away, allowing better access to her neck.
Allie nipped gently, feeling Gina's breast heave against hers with
her breathing. She decided there was no further holding back. It
would boot nothing to play more games, and if she believed their
sisterhood was strong enough to last, she would have had to take a
risk sometime. Why not the ultimate?

	Accordingly, she slipped her hand around from Gina's back and
cupped a breast. Its weight was no more nor less comforting in her
hand than that of her own breast; but it was intensely exciting to
hold. Gina gave a moan, an actual moan and fell slowly back to lie
on her back. Her eyes, catching a gleam from the hall light, gave
their flat feral gleam, sparkling. Allie caught her breath at her
beauty. In the half light she looked part cat, with her standout
cheekbones and the lambency of her eyes, which was a function of
their odd yellow color.

	She did not have regret on her face, or anything Allie could
identify, save fear and desire, raising her plainness to beauty,
her uniqueness to divinity.

	Allie, wanting only to see the rest, so far from possessiveness
that she touched reverently, opened the knot of Gina's robe and
laid it back. Gina's breasts, shaped marginally differently from
her own, came into view in the semidarkness. Allie knelt over her
and touched, stroking, marveling at the softness of her breasts
and the skin around them, the pouch of her belly, the hardness of
her hips. Gina was murmuring endearing sounds, twisting softly,
removing her robe by increments as Allie's hands grew more
confident.

	Gina sat up then, rose to her knees, allowing the robe to fall
away and also allowing Allie to reach around behind. She tugged
thoughtfully at the knot on Allie's own robe, but she had never
been good with knots and Allie had to undo it. At once, Gina
pressed herself full length against her, warm and cold in
different places, soft all over. Allie caught her breath, unable
to understand why men existed at all, in this moment.

	What she had called mere desire exploded in her as Gina's
hands, more fierce than hers and not interested in feather
touches, smoothed over her breasts. Gina's thumbs rubbed her
nipples as if she had done this all her adult life, and Allie's
own breathing surged to runner quickness. Her nipples came to
instant hardness, and her hands claw-tightened on Gina's butt.
Gina made a sound that was almost a growl. Her fear and desire had
come together in her to make a compound as explosive as high test
gasoline.

	It was Gina who lowered her head to touch Allie's nipples,
first with her tongue, then closing her mouth around one. Allie
whimpered, actually heard herself whimper out loud. She groped
over Gina's body until she found her breasts, and then realized
that Gina was pressing her slowly back. Quickly she slipped her
robe off over her arms and lay down, clutching Gina's shoulders to
make sure she didn't go anywhere.

	She had no such intention. She left off with Allie's breasts
and kissed her deeply, Allie tasting her own flesh on her mouth.
"Are you sure?" she asked then, quite coherently and seriously.

	"Are you kidding?" Allie gasped.

	"No. I'm afraid."

	Allie's eyes opened wide in the half dark and looked into her
friend's face. Her fear was there, but the willingness had not
backed down.

	"Don't be afraid," she said, still with that breathiness in her
voice. She could feel herself getting extremely wet. "We can't
hurt each other, how could we?"

	Gina did not answer. She lowered her head for another kiss, one
that was more an end to the conversation than a reopening of the
festivities. But then she reached down and quite deliberately
slipped two fingers inside Allie where she was wettest.

	"Oh my god," Allie said in a very small voice.

	Sensations of impossible intensity were rippling over her,
centering on the fingers that slipped up now, bringing the wetness
forward to the clitoris. Allie cried out wordlessly, her hands
moving aimlessly in slow dreamy circles over Gina's breasts and
the tender area at her sides. Gina dropped her head onto Allie's
breastbone and panted there, one hand pinching Allie's left nipple
and the other busy below.

	Allie forgot to listen to the noises she was making. The entire
universe had become narrow as the valley between her thighs, and
the slippery, finding-it-losing-it agonizing sweetness of Gina's
fingers moving in and over her. She fell off the edge in a sudden
rush she had not been expecting, and stopped breathing entirely
for a good thirty seconds. When she had breath again she screamed
hoarsely. Suddenly she had become ultrasensitive, and now she
couldn't bear Gina's touch there, although pleasure still washed
through her in lazy waves.

	She turned on her side, rejecting Gina's hand with a motion
instinctive, well below conscious thought. They rested together
for a long moment.

	Gina made a move as if to speak, and Allie stopped it with her
hand. She felt nothing but a boundless gratitude. Contentment
entered into it, but she still had work to do. It was Gina who had
brought the most fear to this, and it was Allie's task... you
might say it was her responsibility... to give her back the
enjoyment she had just been given.

	She turned Gina slowly over, on her front, so as not to
frighten her. After all, Gina might be thinking this was over.
Allie slipped her body over Gina's and held her in a whole-body
hug, saying thank you without words. After she felt Gina's muscles
relax completely, she began to slide her hands up and down Gina's
sides, over her butt and using a little more pressure there. It
turned easily into massage, and she kept that up for a little
time. Some of her laziness was turning back into energy now, and
that was good.

	Allie let her strokes become less deep, gentler, more teasing.
Gina's breath began to come faster; she had been almost asleep,
all her defenses dismantled. Allie kissed her back, kissed her
shoulders, her neck, her earlobe. How she loved this woman.
Cleaner, deeper than she would ever love a man. This was
inevitable when you loved like they did. She would have been doing
this with a fire hydrant, if she loved it like this.

	"I love you so much," she whispered, telling the words in
secret to Gina's hip bones, which felt the air and dimpled in
gooseflesh. Gina lifted herself up a bit to reach back and put a
hand on Allie's head. Allie used this opportunity to push her over
on her back. Now Gina did look vulnerable. Allie, remembering her
previous urgency, began to show a little of her own. Bring her to
fire and she would forget her fear.

	She lowered her head, tasted Gina's already hard nipple.
Strange hard-softness, probably bringing back deep babyhood
memories. She sucked on it, harder, using Gina's response to tell
her what to do. She was a natural at this. Someone she wasn't
thinking about never knew what he was missing.

	Allie did what she had carefully never really considered in
detail: she put her hand down to Gina's pubic hair and stroked her
there. Gina's hips tilted upward smoothly, a preordained motion,
genetically inclined. Allie's fingers found the wetness there,
surprisingly hot, a flood. Gina bit her lip, stifling a cry. She
hadn't been taken out of herself yet.

	A bit longer, Allie promised her silently. You will be.

	Rotating only one finger teasingly in and out, Allie used more
force everywhere else, biting her nipples, tonguing her neck,
kissing her almost with bruising strength. Gina had forgotten
herself and was moaning loudly, her hips rocking against Allie's
hand, her own fingers grabbing Allie's and pushing them farther
in.

	Allie pulled away suddenly. Moving quickly to keep momentum,
she grabbed Gina's wrists and planted her knee snugly at the fork
of Gina's legs, where it quickly became hot and wet, just like
Gina. Allie leaned her weight on Gina's wrists next to her ears,
imprisoning her. Gina's eyes were the eyes of a blind lion; she
had no idea Allie was looking into them. Her hips kept rocking,
and she was making little crying noises.

	Allie kissed her, feeling an almost goddess-like power to carry
Gina along with her on the waves of her whim. She could hold her
back all night, whimpering for it, until Gina died of pleasure.
She knew by Gina's reactions that no one had done this to her,
ever. Probably all her experiences had been men, and just like
Brent, one two and a squirt, then falls asleep like a log.

	Teach you to doubt me, she thought wildly, joyfully, and sucked
Gina's nipples until she was giving little heaving cries that
begged her to finish it.

	She released Gina's wrists and kissed her gently, lovingly,
once more. Then, gathering all her courage and the feel of that
power, she slid her body down until most of her legs were hanging
off the bed. Confronted with Gina's vulva, she nearly lost her
purpose, but looked steadily until she began to see that it was
beautiful, more so than a penis, for certain. She touched
carefully, to see what was needed here, and then closed her eyes
and applied her tongue.

	Sweet and salty, not distasteful at all. She gained confidence
and began to use artifice, slowing, speeding up, giving long
steady strokes that really revved Gina's engine. At last Gina
began to sound truly unable to bear it, and she bore down at the
clitoris. She slipped two fingers inside, as well.

	Gina grabbed two fistfuls of bedclothes and tore them upward in
two tents of material. She screamed. Around Allie's astonished
fingers, she clenched, released, spasmodically, waves of muscle
contractions, and then, like Allie, she turned on her side to
prevent further contact.

	She was asleep at once. Allie crawled up beside her, drenched
with sweat, exhausted and more content and tender than she had
ever been in her life. She caressed Gina's back and rear once more
and then dropped off the edge of the blackest cliff of sleep she
had ever encountered.

	The amount of courage it took to face Allie the next morning
was nothing short of amazing. Gina wondered how men did it. She
knew there was no way to pick a real aggressor out of last night's
stew of emotions; but she was sure that Allie would pick one, and
it would be Gina. Allie couldn't know what the look in her brown
eyes was doing to her, or how hard she'd tried to hold back, for
Allie's own sake.

	Gina stirred on her pillow and slitted an eye to see if her new
lover was awake. Allie was flat out crashed, face pushed into the
pillow, body thrown down every which way as if she were a stuffed
animal. Memories of pleasure and contentment, made into a thing of
beauty by the sheer knowledge that now nothing would stand between
them, ate into Gina's fear.

	She turned over to look at the clock. Eight o'clock. She was
going to be late for work, for certain. She had forgotten to set
the alarm, or else it had gone off and not awakened her. She
imagined spending this morning rushing through the shower,
skipping breakfast, waving a superficial goodbye to Allie, and
then being late to work anyway. She rolled over and picked up the
phone.

	"Dr. Pearson's office," came the crisp, impersonal voice of one
of the secretaries.

	"Diane? Gina. I'm not going to make it in today."

	"Are you sick, honey?" Diane asked, warming to individuality
immediately.

	"No, but... something has come up. In my family. I have to take
care of it." And that was the truth.

	"I hope everything's all right, honey."

	"Me too," Gina said with feeling. "Bye. See you tomorrow."

	She hung up and turned back to Allie, who was looking at her,
tousled. Gina's adrenalin system charged up. "Hi," she said.

	"Hi. Calling in sick?" There was caution in Allie's face too.

	"I don't want to go to work today." Gina thought that begged
the question, but Allie nodded with sympathy.

	"If I had to go today, I'd probably call in sick too," she
said. "It's too soon."

	Gina let herself carefully back down onto her pillow. "I hope
you're all right," she ventured.

	"I'm much better than all right," Allie said. "How about you?"

	What ghastly morning-after dialogue. Next one of us will say,
I'll call ya. Gina, wanting something to break the pattern,
reached over and grabbed Allie's hand. She bit the skin of her
inner wrist, very gently.

	"For someone afraid, you did very well," Allie said softly.

	"Weren't you afraid?"

	"Of course. But now? Nope. Are you still?"

	"Not anymore. Allie, I didn't want to because I was afraid,
that's true. But there's something more."

 	Allie's face darkened, shadows moving over light. "I thought
you didn't want to. Should I apologize?"

	Honestly surprised, Gina looked at her wide eyed. "Apologize? I
started it! Oh honey, I'm so glad, really!"

	Allie regarded her for a little, reading the understatement
Gina desperately wanted to convey, the logjam of wordlessness in
her throat. "Okay. Good. Then what was more?"

	"Well, it was you. I don't ever want to hurt you, and..."

	"Believe me, you didn't!"

	"...And you just got over a relationship with a really awful
man. Now you've been with a woman. I just didn't want to...
prejudice you in one direction or the other."

	Allie laughed. "No, I've wanted to do that for longer than I've
known Brent. For me... men, women, it's love that matters."

	"You're sure?"

	"Of course. What about you? You don't have a boyfriend either,"
Allie pointed out.

	"I have had them, though, in the past," Gina said seriously.
"I'm not going to imprint on women. I haven't had a really bad
experience with a man, either. Well, not that bad."

	"You make me sound like a duckling," Allie chuckled.

	"Well, you are one," Gina responded delightedly. "A downy
duckling learning to swim in different waters."

	"An ugly duckling?"

	"Quack. Quack. Quack quack -- hey!" There followed an episode
of tickling and giggling worthy of the worst teenage slumber
party.

	Allie was still terribly tired, expecting to take a quick
shower and concentrate on going back to bed. Certainly she thought
her sexual desires were taken care of, for a while. But as Gina,
humming in her ethereal soprano, turned on the water and pulled
out the soap, Allie found that what she was concentrating on was
Gina's sculpted bone structure and her pale flesh. Allie put her
head under the shower and soaked her hair, letting the hot water
drum on her shoulders and bowed neck. When she looked up, Gina had
lather all over her. It was too much. She reached out to touch.
Gina's skin slipped past her hands effortlessly.

	"Mmmm," Gina said, and closed her eyes. A few minutes later,
she said, "This is becoming a pretty serious shower."

	"I wasn't expecting it," Allie said breathlessly. "I figured I
was all used up for the night."

	Gina spoke into her ear. "Get a woman started and there's no
stopping her."

	"Let's get clean and go back to bed."

	"Then we can get dirty."

	"I knew you were going to say that."

The End

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