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her mouth.
    Then Emma saw the dildo. Sally had been using it and it now lay down beside her. Emma reached for it, making sure she wasn’t spotted. It was enormous. She grinned at her friend’s appetite. It was wet and felt heavy in her hand.
    Sally had stopped. Emma couldn’t decide whether she had come or not. Emma could smell Sally on her fingers. She had to use the dildo. She didn’t know how Sally would react, but it didn’t seem to matter any more. She rubbed the soft head of it against herself.
    Emma moved closer to her friend. She ran her hand along the underside of Sally’s raised leg. Sally was silent. She ran the tip of the dildo along Sally’s thigh as she laid her head on Sally’sshoulder, then pressed the dildo into her. Sally gasped and started to touch herself using both hands. Emma kissed the side of Sally’s face as she brought the dildo out and then pressed it back in. She began to fuck her with it slowly, keeping the rhythm she kept herself, and listening to her breathing.
    Sally turned her head and tried to find Emma’s mouth with her own. They stumbled in the dark, noses bumping and lips finding chins, until lip met lip and Sally expressed her urgent desire by pushing hard against her friend’s mouth. Emma slid her arm under her neck and grabbed her, pulling her closer.
    Their kiss was heated. Fire made. Emma left the dildo in, and rolled over on top of her, spreading Sally’s legs so that she could lie between them. She kissed and rubbed and pressed her body against Sally. Her hands were everywhere. Sally in turn wrapped her legs around Emma, as she would a man, and squeezed against her.
    Sally hadn’t been expecting any of this. She and Emma hadn’t done anything together for years, and when they had there had always been a man present. She hadn’t been able to sleep and as a last resort had decided to do what she had done manytimes before to the accompaniment of her husband’s snoring.
    But things hadn’t gone to plan. She wasn’t able to come. She had nearly given up when Emma had woken.
    Emma’s kiss had surprised her. Sally was overcome with desire. Emma’s touch, her hands in her hair, her body on hers, smashed through her reserve. She had believed she was beyond all of this, that her flirtations with Emma were just that, flirtation. A tease for the men they had shared. But this was something different. Sally felt a dull and heavy yearning deep within her. Something that she knew nothing could serve to quiet. Something that made her pull Emma against her, to feel flesh against flesh, her muscle and bone aching for union.
    She rolled Emma over and lay on her. She kissed her mouth, forever surprised by its yielding nature. Emma accepted her, received her and seemed always capable of taking more. Sally wanted to give. She wanted to embed herself within Emma.
    When Emma felt Sally’s hand against her she broke from her kiss and moaned. She had been fantasising about her friend for days now and had become fixated on the beauty of Sally’s hands andwrists. Now one of those perfect hands was on her. And now in her. She was being so gentle. Her hands were so unlike David’s. His were rough and thick, they were heavy and hurried. Sally’s were intelligent. They remembered her, they knew her.
    Ever so slowly Sally moved down Emma’s body. She kissed her way along, lifting Emma’s nightie, kissing her belly, returning to kiss her breasts. Emma lifted it over her head and Sally did the same with her own. She hungered for Emma.
    Entirely naked Sally lay herself against Emma and kissed her anew. Again she began to kiss her way down Emma’s body. Bit her. Tasted her. Coming slowly to her destination.
    The smell of Emma overwhelmed her. She remembered it so well. Memories flooded her mind. Her youth was here. All of the most erotic moments of her life had happened near or between these legs. The debaucheries they had shared together.
    Emma arched her back. Sally remembered what Emma