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all well and truly off their faces by the time
it began to look as though the bar staff might want to kick us
out.
    We wandered out
onto the footpath together. Kelly jumped into a cab to head off
back to the eastern suburbs. Lou and Renee were sharing a ride to
inner city Prahran. Sabina had offered that, since we lived two
suburbs away from each other in the north, we could share a cab. We
let Lou and Renee grab the next cab that came along, and waited a
few minutes in companionable, if slightly nervous on my part,
silence. Sabina noted a cab a few blocks away and stepped on the
road to hail it. When she was satisfied she’d caught the driver’s
attention, she stepped back onto the footpath next to me. She
looked me full in the face, her dark eyes questioning, and said ‘I
meant what I said before. About showing you the ropes. What do you
say?’
    I looked at
her, shocked and thrilled and hardly able to believe what I was
hearing. There was my chance right there.
    I took it.
     
    She was
grasping my hand so tightly I wondered if she’d been waiting for
this for as long as I had. At the front door, she fumbled with her
keys, muttering ‘Shit!’ as she accidentally dropped them back in
her bag, but not letting go of my hand. I was enjoying her grip and
the faint coating of sweat developing between our palms too much to
let go of her hand myself, and I certainly wasn’t going
anywhere.
    She found the
keys and managed to get the door unlocked, shooting me a look of
pure triumph that made me giggle. I followed her down the hall as
she switched on the lights and discarded her bag and jacket. Her
house was one of those cute little single-storey terraces so common
to the inner suburbs, but she’d decorated it with an eclectic mix
of classic furniture and Sapphic art prints. I caught sight of the
titles on her bookshelf and conjectured that she either lived alone
or wasn’t too worried about housemates ‘borrowing’ her lesbian
erotica.
    Together in the
lounge room, we paused and looked at each other. She ran a hand
through her hair, her curls bobbing everywhere. Then she strode
across the room and grabbed me, pulling me into her, crushing her
breasts against mine in a more forcefully sexual echo of our
earlier embrace.
    And then she
kissed me.
    I’ve been a fan
of the kiss for a long time. A good kiss has always had the power
to send sparks of electricity straight to every erogenous zone in
my body. Sabina’s lips were soft but her mouth was insistent,
hungry, and as her hands came up to grasp my face, her tongue
invaded my mouth, twisting and exploring and making me
unconsciously melt against her, leaning my weight against her body,
surrendering to her will and the power of that tongue.
    She broke away
long enough to push me down on the couch, and climbed on top of me.
Her weight pinned me down into the softness of the couch, her
softness pressing into me. She tilted my face up, lying slightly
sideways so that her breasts rested under my chin. She continued to
kiss me and I kissed back, exploring her mouth as she was exploring
mine, taking smug pleasure in the staccato moans of which she was
obviously completely unconscious. I reached up and ran my hand over
her breast, thrilling as I found her erect nipple. I slid the flat
of my palm across the curving expanse of her breast, and then ran
my fingernails over her nipple. She kissed me harder, and ran her
hand up my shirt in response. My already aroused nipples got
harder, anticipating her touch, and I wasn’t disappointed. She
grasped my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and
pinched. Hard. I gasped, and she broke our kiss to smile down at
me, that knowing twinkle back in her eye.
    I tugged at her
shirt. ‘I have to see your breasts,’ I said, which surely has to be
the smoothest line since ‘Come here often?’ but I wasn’t exactly at
my most cerebral at that point. She obliged, tugging her shirt off
and reaching around behind her to undo her bra. I