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She let go of my hand and turned on the TV. She surfed through the channels and found some music channels. On the screen it showed the name of the song and the singer, under the heading, ‘Love Songs.’ She adjusted the volume so the music was soft. She turned, faced me and said, ‘Dance?’ We lifted our arms and embraced. In the small space in our room, we danced. She was warm in my arms. Slender. Her hair smelled of lemons and flowers. More than halfway through the song we moved closer and I felt her breasts against my chest. The song ended and we didn’t stop dancing, holding to each other, swaying. As the next song began Sandy looked up at me, just about an inch. When she did our lips touched and a fire started. Suddenly the urge to go slowly, carefully, testing our reactions to each evolution in our being together, was gone. The gentle press of lips progresses to tongue dancing, to kisses spreading from our mouths to faces, necks, and farther down onto our chests. Sandy wasn’t the.

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