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followed Dawn’s instructions—she thought of Simon. For the first time, the idea of his face between her legs didn’t feel dirty or strange or wrong. She parted them wider, imagining his mouth on her, taking in as much of her pink flesh as he could. She thrust gently, her body swallowing the rhythmic pleasure—getting lost in it, not thinking, only feeling.
    So good . So good . Oh, how she wanted Simon. She wanted to throw herself on him.
    Suck his cock. Then ride it. She wanted to touch her breasts for him—and so she let her hands glide upward, onto them, to gently squeeze. Her own nipples pushed through her bra and top into her palms. She thrust her pussy harder. She licked her upper lip.
    She held her breasts tighter. She didn’t think, just felt, just moved, just reached—and then she came. It broke over her in startling waves of heat and light that devoured every other thought or sensation but all-encompassing pleasure. It moved through her like wildfire and nothing else existed. There was no shame, no guilt, no thought—only orgasm.
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    When finally it faded, she waited—for the guilt. Surely it would wash over her now, hard and heavy. After all—my God!—she’d just fooled around with a woman.
    Only, the guilt didn’t come. Dawn had somehow made all this seem perfectly normal, and simply therapeutic.
    She opened her eyes and met Dawn’s gaze. “I can’t believe I did that.”
    Dawn only smiled. “I can. And my prognosis for you is that you’re going to be just fine. So long as you let yourself.”
    When Emily left Dawn’s condo a little while later, she felt a new kick in her step as she made her way to her car parked along the curb in front. Maybe after today she could do this. Maybe she could be what Simon needed her to be, what she needed her to be. She’d have to practice, have to teach herself, like Dawn said—she’d have to truly let go of the unhealthy sexual ideas her parents had ground into her and accept herself as the sexual being she was. But maybe she could do it. Hell, maybe she could even do it by Christmas if she worked really hard.
    She glanced up at Dawn’s front window with a smile, thinking, Thank you . And as she got in the car and pulled away, heading home, she had a feeling she knew what to get Simon for Christmas now.
    Her, unwrapped.
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    Lacey Alexander
    December 18

    Simon wandered out of a jewelry store into the madness of the mall, where he’d been shopping for a gift for Emily without success. Harried shoppers rushed to and fro all around him and Gene Autry sang “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” overhead through hidden speakers. He usually liked Christmas. This year, though, not so much.
    It was Emily. She’d seemed happy enough the last week or so, busy wrapping gifts and baking cookies and reminding him to wear the reindeer tie his mother had bought him last year—which he kept purposefully forgetting, since he liked the song okay, but just didn’t think reindeer made a good fashion statement.
    For her, it seemed as if that night at his office party had never happened. He only wished he could feel the same way. But he remained torn. He loved her, yet he just couldn’t seem to move past their problems this time. And he knew it wasn’t her fault—
    he knew this was all about the way her parents had raised her in a little farming community a few hours north of the city—but he also had grave doubts about whether they could truly be happy in the long-term when they felt so differently about something as big as sex.
    Ahead, he spotted the big Santa display in the middle of the mall. Santa Claus sat in a large throne-like chair on a platform with mechanical reindeer scattered about and enormous round peppermint candies suspended on long cords from the ceiling far above. The little girl perched on Santa’s lap cried while her mother made silly faces at her from behind the photographer.
    Despite himself, the sight reminded Simon of the dream he’d