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identical. She wondered how far the resemblance went and her eyes inadvertently grazed the woman’s breasts. Even covered by the extravagant velvet, Gaia could see that they were almost the same size
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    The woman watched Gaia watching and smiled
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    “Do you know what is going on?” Gaia asked. Apprehensive. Nervous. Excited. She could feel the satin that lined the dress against her skin. Feel the goosebumps on her arms that had not gone away even though it had been several minutes since she’d walked from the cold night air into the warm interior of the car
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    In answer, the woman leaned forward so that she was only a few inches from Gaia’s face, so close that she could smell the musty scent that was body heat, not perfume
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    It was fascinating to look into this face that was so much like her own. Like looking into a mirror. And then the other leaned even closer and kissed Gaia on the mouth. The pressure was exquisite and the texture was luscious, like the flesh of a ripe peach. It was the softest kiss that Gaia had ever felt. Plush lips pressed against hers. A tiny delicate tongue that flicked out and very gently licked the outline of Gaia’s mouths burning the nerve endings as she went along. Stinging and smoothing. Light and penetrating
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    Gaia didn’t fight the kiss even though it was unexpected. It was too interesting. So this is what it would be like to kiss myself, she thought. But it was more than that and she knew it. This was something she’d wanted for so long. Dreamt about for even longer. She knew why there was another woman there
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    Her lover was giving her this gift. This fulfillment of her fantasy
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    One late afternoon, sipping heavy and sweet rum punches on the beach in South Miami, she and her lover lay on chaises and told each other one sexual secret apiece. She told him before him she had preferred to make herself come because so few men really understood her timing
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    And when you played with yourself, he’d asked, What did you think about? Who did you fantasize about?
    Honestly? She’d asked because she’d never told anyone
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    He’d laughed and nodded. And she’d told him that she didn’t think about anyone, she watched herself in the mirror. That she liked how her own face thickened the closer she got to coming. That she liked to pull up her hand and look at it in the mirror, slicked with her own wetness. That seeing it, made the throbbing inside of her increase
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    She had told him, when he talked to her about how she made herself come, that she played a game fantasizing that she made love to herself, and here she was. Facing herself in the car
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    Now, what would it be like to reach out and touch her own breasts and feel between her own legs?
    She wondered
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    And wondered too if she would have the courage to do it? To take the offering he had made and take it as far as she could
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    But she didn’t have to decide. Because the woman facing her picked up Gaia’s hands and pressed them to her breasts and then moved them into the slit in her dress and then she left Gaia’s hands there and moved her own hands between Gaia’s legs and began to stroke her, softly, gently raking her fingernails over Gaia’s skin raising tiny goosebumps in excitement
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    Meanwhile the woman kissed her again. Moving from her mouth down along her jawbone to her neck. Gaia was feeling the wet lips and the hands fluttering between her legs and feeling the fur and moist heat on her own fingertips as she explored her twin
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    The woman’s tongue flicked down the side of Gaia’s neck in a teasing motion like a butterfly alighting and then taking off and then coming back for more nectar
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    The sound of a zipper
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    The feel of cold air
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    The woman had pulled Gaia’s dress down and was rubbing her hair against Gaia’s breasts, not touching them yet with fingers or lips, when suddenly Gaia thought of the driver
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    It was difficult to raise her head, to force herself to pay attention to anything other than the