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“Because, Ellen. Because it feels good.” I responded, and kissed her
again, and she responded. She was wearing a musky perfume. It was
driving me crazy. My tongue sought hers and hers sought mine. She
wasn’t fighting me at all, wasn’t pulling away from me. I reached to
her back and unbuttoned her blouse. We separated enough to let it drop
to the floor. My hands came up to her front and ran lightly over her
bra, over her breasts. Ellen’s hands were in my hair, God! it felt
good, her fingers in my hair, on my ears.