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Melanie had never been with a woman sexually, although the thought had
    crossed her mind once or twice during her life...usually when a boyfriend or potential
    boyfriend was pissing her off.
    She'd often thought being with a woman would be so much easier. A woman would understand
    the shifting moods and hormonal swings that a man just couldn't seem to grasp. But she'd
    never actively pursued that line. She'd just never thought to look for an opportunity.
    Maybe the fact that she knew Taylor was gay was what was giving her these weird vibes. But
    she was so not what Melanie pictured when she thought of a typical gay woman. When she
    thought of the word lesbian, Melanie automatically pictured the stereotype, and she was
    embarrassed to admit that to herself. To her, a typical lesbian was masculine, tough-looking,
    with short hair, carried her wallet in her back pocket, drove a truck, swigged beer, shot pool,
    and wore men's clothes. Taylor was so...not that. Just for giggles, she tried to conjure up a
    picture of herself and Taylor in a sexual embrace, and was horrified to discover such a vision
    presented itself much easier than she had expected, in a matter of mere seconds. She
    swallowed hard, and shook the image from her head, literally, pushing the entire train of
    thought from her mind.
    She pulled the sofa bed out, retrieving Sam's thick, cozy comforter and pillows from the
    bedroom. Hel , if she's not gonna use them, I wil . She made up the sofa bed, creating a sea of
    pillows in which one could very well drown, retrieved a pint of Ben & Jerry's Pistachio Pistachio ice cream from the freezer, and popped Sins of the Past into the VCR. Then she hopped onto
    the bed with the remote and a spoon, a small giggle forcing its way through her lips. She
    couldn't remember the last time she'd spent an evening like this, and she snuggled down on
    top of the covers, surprised that she was actually looking forward to it. She sighed
    contentedly as she sat back and hit the play button.
    THE GENTLY PROBING tongue was like velvet in her mouth and she sucked on it greedily. Her
    eyes were closed tightly, and she sank into the kiss, holding fast to the naked body above
    hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around the waist positioned just over her own, pulling it
    down more solidly onto her, the weight causing her to groan with pleasure into the mouth
    devouring hers. She'd never felt such sensation from a simple kiss...well, okay, a positively
    soul-searing kiss...but a kiss just the same. She slid her hands up the muscled and surprisingly
    smooth back to tangle in hair lots of it, soft and silky and smelling of citrus and sunshine.
    Suddenly, the hips above her ground gently into her center. They felt different than
    usual...why? She thrust up into them, pulling her mouth away and arching her head back,
    allowing a sensual moan to escape from her throat. The questing mouth fastened itself to her
    offered neck, its owner humming with delight, as the soft tongue circled her pulse point. She
    thrust her hips up a second time, whispering her desire to her lover. "Please, Taylor. Please..."
    Melanie sat up with a jolt, breathing heavily, sweat covering her body. There was a familiar,
    pulsing ache between her legs, and she was immediately aware of the fact that the crotch of
    her panties was stuck to her body.
    "Oh my God," she whispered, running a shaking hand through her tousled auburn hair. She'd
    had erotic dreams before, even a couple involving women, but never one that was so real. And
    never one that her body had responded to with such vigor. "Holy shit."
    She fell back against the pil ow, heaving a final sigh that brought her breathing back to
    normal.
    "Oh my God," she repeated. She wondered how the hell she was going to look Taylor in the eye tomorrow.

Chapter Seven
    BEN WASN’T KIDDING when he said right across the street. Melanie could see Aladdin's
    Natural Eatery from the window of Mason's Books. She'd been there for nearly