Tonya, please sit down , Dana asked her.
Why cant I stay ? Tonya asked, annoyed, like a child. She had just gotten home from the party, relieved to see that Dana was there and had something else in mind than talking. The mere sight of Dana made her horny.
Because I want you to sit ! Dana retorted, slightly angry. The events of the day had brought her to the edge. She was tired, happy, extatic, upset at the same time and didnt seem to be able to stick to one state of mind.
Tonya, I we cant she was looking for the right words I think we should stop she blurted out, knowing thaht it didnt make any sense. Stop what sweety ? came Tonyas innocent question. Stop seeing each other, stop the marriage, stop us, everything ! Dana shouted. Im sorry she went on, trying to calm down Dont get me wrong, youre great but I dont love you.
Tonya stood up, walked towards and tried to kiss her but Dana pulled back, avoiding her contact. How can you say this ? Ive made love to you Dana ! The wedding preparations are almost finished, the guests are all invited. The whole VIP worl knows about it and is going to attend it !. Tonyas reaction somehow relieved Dana and shocked her at the same time : she only seemed to bother about the publicity, the ceremony not for what it represented but for the event itself, what people would say, the gossip But Dana wasnt hurt, she realised she actually didnt care.
Tonya tried to kiss her one more time You cant do that Dana, its too late, everything is set in motion now she said with imploring eyes. Leave Dana calmly stated. Tonya didnt move, looking at her with daring eyes now. So Dana took her arm and led her towards the door I said : Leave. Leave. LEAVE ! she screamed, letting go of all her emotions. And with that she pushed a stunned Tonya outside outside and slammed the door shut. She knew she had been a bit rude, but she hadnt been able to suppress this surge of violence. Astonished by what she had just accomplished she smiled in victory and went to bed, wondering how she could have been so blind and believe this woman was the woman of her life, and dreaming of a beautiful redhead.


Ill go get another bottle of champagne Tima said, struggling to get up. His voice was thick, his eyes didnt seem able to focuse on something and the other people in the room didnt seem to be better. Trish was sitting, a stupid smile plastered on her face, playing spin the bottle alone and Sasha was observing the scene, feeling undescribably good and dizzy : its always funny to see drunk people she thought, especially when youre drunk yourself she added, all aloud. Tim made a giddy laugh, chuckling. He was still on the floor, his legs not obeying anymore. Besides, the floor was strangely turning, going up and down like an escalator I dont remember buying a carpet with such an option he thought must be Jennys partin gift, how nice of her. He finally creeped forwards, out of the room.
Trish spinned the bottle : Hey, its my turn she playfully said. What am I going to chose ? Truth or dare ? Ok, dare. I want me to kiss me she said, struggling with the words. Making full sentences was getting harder. She closed her eyes, stuck her tongue out of her mouth and started moving it up and down, left, right, little moans escaping from her open mouth. She then opened her eyes Not bad she muttered Im definitely a good kisser.
She started crawling over to where Sasha was. Sasha looked at her, she new what was coming from the sparkle of desire in Trishs eyes and wondered what would come out of it.
Trish pressed her lips against hers, forcfully kissing her. Her tongue darted forards, asking for entry.
Trish fell backwards, Sasha on top of her. She helped Trish to get out of her pants and top and let her take her own top off.
Thats time Tim chose to stumble back in, the last bottle of champagne in his hands, holding it as if it was a baby. He looked at them, having to lean against the wall to stay up. Sasha saw him, withdraw her hands from Trishs body and intensely stared at him. Trish chuckled stupidly, playing with Sashas zipper. Tim slowly let the bottle to the ground. He couldnt turn his eyes away from the scene. Here they were, two woman, exactly like Jenny and Marina, going down on eauch other. Two beautiful bodies. Instead of feeling disgusted, upset, he felt himself getting harder, turned on, the desire growing in him. With one vigurous gesture he lifted his shirt off his body and walked towards them. Trish go on her knees, slowly unbottuning his pants. His eyes were still locked with Sashas and, holding their eye contact, she lowered her head, kissing Trish on the neck, sucking it sensuously.


Tina slowly opened her eyes.
Suddenly, her body was pressed : Alice was hugging her like mad, whispering : Oh God, youre alive ! You scared me so much ! Never. Do. That. Again ! she hammered. Alice Tina was struggling to breathe : air ! I need air !. Alice smiled sheepishly and pulled back : I was so scared she justified herself. You already mentioned it Tina answered smiling. I swear Ill never drink alcohol again Tina stated not even the tiniest drop will enter my mouth.
She looked around and realised she was in a hospital room : What happened ? she asked Alice. As Alice was about to answer, they ware interrupted by someone coming in the room.


The doors flung open : Car accident a voice shouted Three broken ribs, a bad looking leg, a concussion, blood pressure. Doctors and nurses came up, taking over. They brought Bette to an operation room. The steady ticking on the machine was getting faster, her heart beating like mad, drawing high peaks on the monitor. Suddenly, it stopped and became a continuous line.
*****, were going over to electroshocks. 1, 2, 3 he counted and applied them on Bettes chest, seeing the body rise and then fall back down. But there was no change on the monitor.
The assistant looked at him : Were losing her


Hi, Im Ms Wits the black nurse said How are you feeling ?
Fine Tina apologetically answered. The nurse looked at the board on Tinas bed : It says here everythings well with you, nothing special to mention. And the babys fine too
There was a chill going over the room. The baby ? Tina breathed out. Alice fell backwards into a chair, looking up at Tina with wide eyes.
Yes. Ms Kennard, youre 4 weeks pregnant. You have to be careful from now on. You seem tired, you should take a rest when you go back home and she left.


Trish turned and kissed Sasha, marvellling in the feelings her lips and hands were awakening in her. She pushed her on her back, wanting to taste her, to be as close as possible to her. She didnt think about the fact she had never slept with a woman before. She just knew it felt right.
Tim unclapsed her bra from behind, reaching out for her *****, but she bent down, pressing herself against Sasha, her body havig his own will.
He looked at them, kissing, obviously lost in the moment and he couldnt help but notice the beauty of the moment, the bodies tangling themselves, getting to know each other. He pulled back and stumbled in an armchair, his eyes never leaving the scene in frot of him.
He felt that if he joined in, he would spoil the moment, the haze of captivation and pure pleasure would vanish.
And now, looking at them, he felt like third wheel. He would interrupt them. So he just sat there. His initial reaction : being turned on, slowly faded away. Surely, he would have liked to be with them, he was helplessly drawn to the two woman, but he chose to respect their moment, intimacy.
Everything started to make sense to him. Jenny. Marina. He finally realised he had to come to terms with it. He felt stupid for his first rejection. He understood : it was desire, passion, love, just like between a man and a woman. And he fell asleep.


Ivan draw closer, bending her head down. And Kit let her kiss her. She marvelled in the feeling of soft lips against hers. Their bodies drew closer, their legs parted to let room for the others.
Ivan could feel the sudden rush towards her center, she was wet by the simple sensation of touching Kits body. God she desired that woman. But she knew she had to go slow, and not push the african-american woman.
Kit wondered at the sensation : ***** against *****. Definitely a womans body she was pressed against to. She focused on her emotions, trying to figure out what was going inside of her. Did she desire Ivan ? Did she want her ?
She slowly pulled away. It felt wrong. She realised she couldnt. She looked up at Ivans questioning eyes. Im sorry Ivan, but I cant she whispered, looking down at her feet.
Is it because its too soon ? Are you scared ? Ivan asked, worry in her tone.
I like you a lot Ivan. I like you so much. Youre so nice, I think I could love you. Ivan frowned but But Kit continued youre still a woman. And as much as I would like to, Im not drawned to you. We would be living out of a lie : you pretending to be a man. When I say I could love you, its because I think of you as a man. Not a woman.
Ivan backed away, looking down. I guess Ill go now she said. Ivan, please. I Im so sorry.
Its ok. I guess I somehow knew it would end like this. I always fall for the wrong people Ivan tried to give a faked laugh.
Can we stay friends ? I dont want to lose you. Ivan slightly smiled How could I refuse you this ?
Can my friend stay here tonight, please ? Kit asked.
Ivan slightly shook her head I dont think that would be a good idea. I have to think about what just happened Kit.
And she walked off, not wanting Kit to see her tears threatening to fall.