There was one problem - Linda already had a girlfriend - albeit in a different town. But, best beloved and sisters, gay is not straight. To take a man from another woman had always seemed like sisterly betrayal, but in the hemetic lesbian world of couples, it behoves you to break your woman free or how else do you get one?
Linda had a girlfriend, so she told me after our first kiss, leaning on the wall in the back of the bar by the dance-floor. Lindra had a girlfriend I thought in the checkered cab which took us to my house. And I knew, all she needed was an excuse and she would let herself be lured inside.
And I had an excuse - a beautiful and brand new kitten. I'm sorry but that was what I used. And so Linda came up to my room and we sat one the floor and played with the little, black cat. Sat close together and close and zinged to our girly zing.
And there in the bedroom sitting on the floor, I remembered I was not an experienced woman-lover. I didn't know if I would even like going all the way. And I reinforced my nervousness with the repugnant but bracing thought that I'd slept with some disgusting men in my time (at least one and a couple of borderline cases) - and if I could go through it with them ...
But that was just as I was coming up to the lip of the waterfall...
That I afterwards slid over.
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