With her eyes closed, she saw the scene from earlier playing out on the back of her eyelids:  Alice and Helena dirty dancing, groping and rubbing against one another.  They were probably having ***** by now. 

And with that thought, Dana latched her lips onto Emma’s neck, gently nipping at the sensitive flesh and leaving marks.  Working her way down the woman’s slender body, she slipped down to the apex between Emma’s legs and began lapping away routinely.  Dana was just going through the motions.  She hadn’t made love to anyone besides Alice in so long that this felt alien and wrong. 

Thinking of Alice and Helena again caused a fresh surge of anger in Dana.  She began roughly working Emma’s *****, pounding at her tight ***** mercilessly with her fingers.  Dana was rewarded moments later when the young woman came, bucking beneath her and screaming obscenities.  As the unfamiliar taste of another woman floodeing her mouth, Dana began to wonder what the ***** she was doing.

Emma sat up, sweaty and breathing hard, reaching for Dana.  Looking at her, Dana felt vaguely sick.  What am I doing?  The young blonde touched her arm, trying to pull Dana onto the couch.  “Don’t touch me,” Dana hissed.

Looking startled, Emma stuttered, “Wh-what?”

“I ***** you, and that’s it.  That’s how it goes,” Dana told her through clenched teeth.

“Are you sure?  I can make you feel real good,” Emma said temptingly, rubbing a finger around her erect nipple.

Dana stared down at her, that sick feeling welling up inside her again.  She’s not Alice.  She may look like her, but she’s not.  Dana reached over and flipped on the lamp, causing Emma to blink and squint up at her.  With the glow of artificial light on her face, Emma suddenly didn’t look so much like Alice anymore.  Her eyes were blue, not brown.  And her hair was more strawberry blonde than just blonde.  Not Alice. 

Staring into the girl’s face, Dana realized she was barely more than that:  a girl.  She couldn’t have been more than nineteen.  What is happening to me?  I’m running around ***** teenagers.

Alice and Helena were probably finished by now, snuggled in each other’s arms and laughing at some joke, conserving their energy for another go later.  The sick feeling was back.  “I – I have to go,” Dana managed to get out before lurching toward the door, bile rising in her throat.