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her customers. Jo was an unusual woman. Not exactly beautiful, but striking looking. Her facial features were angular, almost severe, but strong and attractive nonetheless. Loretta liked the gentleness and softness in the woman’s voice when she spoke. She was obviously accustomed to spending intimate time with other women and that intrigued Loretta. How different could it be? Sex was sex.
    Warm fingers caressed Loretta’s shoulders as the dress was pushed down over them. Loretta reached up and untied the cord holding her corset tightly against her body. She heard the sharp, quick intake of a breath behind her as the corset loosened.
    “Perhaps you should remove the corset privately.
    I’m not quite ready to see you unclothed…yet,” she said as she leaned closer to Loretta’s ear. “You’re an accomplished temptress for one so young.”
    “So I’ve been told,” Loretta said. “But apparently not good enough...yet.”
    “Never underestimate your talents, my dear.”
    THE CLOCK ON Loretta’s bedroom wall chimed ten o’clock. Jo was still lounging comfortably in the upholstered chair and Loretta was curled up on her bed, her feet beneath her as she rested against the headboard.
    Jo looked at the clock and smiled. “I didn’t realize it was getting so late.”
    “It’s still early yet.”
    “Would you like more wine? I can order another bottle.”
    “No. This is more than I usually drink. But it was very good wine.”
    Jo stood and stretched, then plopped back down in her chair. “You might have to assist me with these boots,” she said. “They’re a little snug and always create a problem.”
    Loretta bounced off the bed and turned her back to Jo. “Give me your foot,” she ordered. “Then push against me with the other one.”
    Within a few seconds Jo was contentedly wiggling her toes on the carpet in front of her chair. “God, that feels better than anything I can imagine,” she breathed.
    “Anything?”
    A smirk raised Jo’s lips. “So far.”
    Jo stood again and stared down into Loretta’s eyes. “Thank you,” she said. Before she realized what she was doing, Loretta began slowly pulling the shirt from Jo’s waist, her hands stroking the hot, fevered skin beneath. She watched Jo’s face become more relaxed under her touch and spread her fingers across Jo’s soft back.
    Jo’s hand rose to caress Loretta’s cheek and she leaned closer, allowing her hands to move into the front opening of Loretta’s robe. “You’re incredibly beautiful,” Jo whispered. She pressed her cheek to Loretta’s before bringing her mouth closer to the young woman’s. “May I kiss you?” she asked.
    Loretta couldn’t restrain a laugh. “No one’s ever asked my permission before.”
    “I am.”
    “I’ve never kissed a woman.”
    “A kiss is a kiss,” Jo said with a slight shrug.
    “And if I say no?”
    “Then I would not, much to my regret.”
    While they were speaking their lips remained centimeters apart. Loretta felt the hot breath of her customer. “Then who am I to refuse such a request,”
    Loretta said.

    A brief smile crossed Jo’s lips as they met Loretta’s tentatively. As the kiss deepened slightly, Loretta’s lips parted, inviting her in. She drew Loretta’s tongue into her mouth and traced its edges with her own, her arms lifting the smaller woman closer.
    Loretta had been kissed many times, but never had anyone kissed her so gently and with such controlled desire. She wrapped her arms around Jo’s neck as she was lifted from the floor and pressed her mouth hard against Jo’s.
    When the kiss ended and Jo lowered her to the floor, Loretta was light-headed from the contact.
    “May I touch you?” Jo breathed heavily.
    “Will you please stop asking permission before every movement,” Loretta snapped. “It’s driving me crazy.”
    Jo looked down at her and smiled. “That’s the idea, my dear. To drive you crazy…with want and desire.”
    “You’ve succeeded,” Loretta