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was throbbing, too, but she rejected the thought of asking or accepting anything in return. How many times had Szuszu gotten her off, unwittingly? She was only returning the many, many favors.
    Szuszu’s whole body shuddered under Naomi’s giving hand, and she writhed side to side on the chaise, making it difficult for Naomi to keep up. She raised her hips fully off the cushion, up into Naomi’s hand, fucking it with her clit. Her bare thighs trembled. Her heavy breasts shook. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes!” And then she fell back down on the chaise and closed her legs against Naomi’s firm assault. “Oh darling, I simply can’t bear any more. No more, no more…”
    Her breath grew deep as Naomi listened to her heartbeat. It was incredibly loud for such a slim woman, and Naomi removed a hand from those wet panties to give the gorgeous woman some relief. She sighed as Naomi kissed her tits, little pecks all over them.
    When Naomi sat up on the ottoman and looked down on Szuszu, relaxed and smiling, she felt strangely proud of herself. This couldn’t possibly go on, could it? Not more than this one night. Naomi couldn’t possibly find herself so fortunate. Relationships didn’t blossom between fat girls and centerfolds, not in real life. Maybe this whole night had been a dream.

 
    Chapter 5
     
     
    “ B ack when I was a kid, my dad was terrified of heights.” Naomi unscrewed the cap on the nail varnish, then set the bottle down on Szuszu’s low glass and chrome table. “I remember we were on vacation this one time, when my mom still lived with us. We were driving out to some lighthouse, and my parents started arguing in the front seat, whispering but arguing, because dad refused to go up to the top with the rest of us.”
    Szuszu loved listening to Naomi’s tales of family adventure. Those stories brought what was distant and nearly forgotten in her own life streaming to the fore. It was wonderful, really.
    “My brothers were both asleep in the back seat, and my mom must have thought I was, too, because she said something to my dad that I’ll never forget. She said, ‘You know, Jim, the only people who are afraid of heights are the people who want to jump.’ I can’t imagine she wished any of us kids to hear that.”
    Szuszu sunk back against the white leather couch and watched Naomi sitting there on the ottoman and painting her toenails pink -- at least, she thought it must be pink. In truth, she wasn’t a good judge of color at this distance. Increasingly, she wasn’t a good judge of anything at any distance. But that was an issue Szuszu chose to disregard for now.
    “And you know what, Szusz?” Naomi stopped painting for a moment and looked up at her.
    “What is it, darling?”
    Though her lips were a red blur, Szuszu could feel Naomi smiling, somewhat whimsically. “For the longest time, that’s kind of how I felt about lesbians. Does that sound weird? No, I know it does, I just mean… what do I mean?”
    “Darling, I haven’t the faintest idea.” Szuszu laughed, reaching for her scotch on the side table. She’d cut back quite drastically, upon Naomi’s insistence in fear for her liver and all that drivel, but, even so, a tipple now and then wasn’t likely to kill her.
    Cradling Szuszu’s foot in her lap, Naomi proceeded to paint, seeming lost, like a child off with the fairies. Where had this girl come from? What had Szuszu done to deserve someone like her? Someone who cooked actual meals -- actual honest-to-God food -- and who put sticky, gooey concoctions in a hot oven only to pull out cakes and scones and the like. The processes and procedures of turning groceries into cuisine increasingly fascinated Szuszu. She would sit in the kitchen just watching, in awe, as Naomi chopped and grated and julienned.
    “Darling,” Szuszu cut through the silence. “What were you saying before, darling? About fear of jumping and all that?”
    Naomi finished up with her toes and then screwed the