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with me, Gina? Is that why you’re acting like this?” Her voice was calm as she stared me down. She was so hot I was tempted to run away, unsure I could handle being alone with such a strong, proud, sexy woman. Most of the girls I’d been with were similarly shy and awkward, and we’d laugh about that as we made out. But kissing Sonia was no laughing matter.

    It was do-or-die time. I stepped closer so that I could feel her breath on my face. Without touching her, I looked her straight on and said, “Yes, I want to come home with you.”
    â€œMeet me out front in five minutes,” she said, her tone changing, becoming more businesslike, the way it had sounded in front of the crowd earlier. I liked this take-charge Sonia, who seemed to have all the answers.
    I went outside, trying not to get hit by the hordes of shoppers rushing past me. I got a soda from the hot dog cart just to have something to do, sipping the soft drink and letting its fizzy bubbles soothe me.
    Wearing a light black jacket, Sonia finally emerged, and I followed her. We walked in silence while I checked her out. I wondered what she’d be like in bed, if that’s where we were going. Maybe she was just inviting me over to get to know me better? I shook my head, as if to erase the thought. This was New York, and women here, dykes especially, move faster than that.
    She led me several blocks away to a tiny studio apartment, nevertheless covetable by Gotham standards for its precious location. The only place to sit was on the bed, so I did.
    â€œTell me, what was it about me that attracted you today?” she said, putting me on the spot immediately. She sat right next to me, her fingers running along the seams of my jeans, playing with a stray thread. I wondered if she was nervous too.
    â€œI liked how you took charge of the class,” I told her. “But you weren’t bossy or anything like that. You just knew what you were doing.” She stared at me, perhaps her way of testing me. I gazed silently back at her, perhaps my way of letting her know she could control me, like she had her class.
    â€œAnd you like that, Gina? You like it when someone else is in charge?” she asked, this time moving closer so her hand brushed my arm. Her body leaned toward me, ready to pounce.

    â€œYes,” I told her, unable to say anything else as her fingers slid down my arm, stroking my wrist with her thumb as she captured it in her grasp. Again and again she stroked that one tender spot in the center of my wrist, near my palm, until I couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to pull away—not because I didn’t like it, but because her touch had such a hypnotizing effect on me.
    â€œWhere do you think you’re going?” She held me tighter then reached for my other wrist. I offered them both to her, bringing my arms together, giving her a silent signal that I was hers. “That’s more like it,” she said. “You want me to take over, I will, but you should remember that old saying: be careful what you wish for.”
    With my arms caught in hers, Sonia pushed me onto my back. I was fully dressed but felt bare as her eyes took in all of me, not missing a trick as they wandered from my tight red sweater, the edges of my black bra peeking out, to my even tighter jeans, which I probably wouldn’t have worn had I known I’d be lying on the bed of one of the hottest women I’d ever seen. She took one hand away from the wrist it was holding, letting me know with her eyes that she wanted me to leave it above my head.
    Sonia’s hand traveled down my arm, slowly filling me with her heat as she made her way to my waist, where she burrowed beneath my sweater to touch the spongy flesh above my hip. She lingered there, massaging the far reaches of my stomach with her thumb while I breathed heavily, looking up at her as she surveyed me. I wanted desperately to meet her approval, to make