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briefs, and peeled them down over her slender hips.
    â€˜Don’t,’ Felicity whispered, still sobbing, but making no attempt to stop Stella as she slid the damp little triangle of silk down her legs and off her bare feet.
    â€˜God, I love you,’ Stella moaned, stretching out and pressing her body against that of the delicious girl beneath, so that they made contact from head to toe. Her parted lips sealed Felicity’s. Her tongue thrust into Felicity’s warm wetness, and they kissed a long consuming kiss of passion. Stella’s hand moved, drawn as though by a magnet, to Felicity’s flat belly, the small patch of pubis, and the soft wet divide beneath, which flowered open in helpless and glad surrender to this loving invasion.
    Her legs bent in a rhythm of response to that caressing stroke, the fingers which unerringly knew how to love, how to draw the melting fire of absolute fulfilment from the palpitating flesh they laid claim to. Felicity still sobbed, still whispered, ‘No,’ when Stella released her mouth, but the word was meaningless. Her pale thighs were moving, opening, yielding, lost in the wonder of the beating need being roused in this wonderful embrace.
    She felt her mind spinning off, felt the strength of her bodily hunger taking over completely. ‘I love you,’ she gasped. Their tears mingled. Felicity shuddered at the feeling of utter completion as Stella’s fingers slid into the tightness of her sheath, took her over, brought her to that awesome splendour, the orgasm building, slowly, inexorably, to flow throughout her until she stiffened, her body arched, and she shivered from top to toe.
    She had no idea of how long they lay there, clinging together, a tangle of limbs and locked mouths and clutching hands, before she felt Stella guide her fingers down to that waiting moistness. Felicity felt the wet patch of silk outlining the vulva, and now it was her turn to kneel, to savour that wonderful thrill of love and power, as she eased down the white knickers, undid the remaining buttons of the white shirt, slipped it from the acquiescing shoulders, and unhooked the dainty bra, so that the magnificence of Stella’s nude body was revealed. Hastily, Felicity shrugged off her own few remaining clothes, to know the joy of sharing this feeling, of soldering their naked flesh together, before she experienced for the first time the ecstasy of bringing the shattering fulfilment of loving to a partner, which was every bit as wonderful as receiving it oneself.
    Some time later, they had no idea when, they picked themselves up, left the scattered bits of clothing lying there, and arm in arm, unwilling to break contact even for a second, made their way to the bed which enclosed them in its magic. Stunned at the ferocity of her reaction to Stella’s loving, Felicity pushed aside for the moment the cloudiness of the thoughts waiting to claim her for the undeniable bliss she had found in the exquisite body which mirrored so closely her own.
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    Felicity stared down at her own hand, which looked tiny and fragile in the firm grip of the palm that encased it. And yet the soft smoothness and the immaculately styled nails with their exotically dark polish, were the essence of femininity. As was everything about this alluring figure whose steady dark gaze disturbed and thrilled her so much. She towered over Felicity; the square, creamy shoulders, uncovered in the simple figure-hugging black gown she wore, seemed almost twice the width of Felicity’s slender frame. Even the hair, of identical raven blackness and in a simple style so similar to her own, was so much more abundant.
    Felicity felt a little shiver of excitement at the sight of her tight, silk covered crotch. Magda was still holding onto her, and Felicity felt helpless, unable to move or speak. Her giddy mind span back to the passionate loving she had shared at Stella’s studio flat by the river. Had the