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The local taxi drove them to a small place in town. Dex felt heartened as memories returned. She spoke a few words with the desk clerk who remembered her. He gave her a copy of the local newspaper and took them upstairs to a large room that overlooked the circular center of the village.

With a sigh, Gena flopped down onto the bed, stretching arms and legs wide.

Dex went to the window and drew the curtain aside. She looked down upon the few cars moving at an easy pace. Some men came out of the grain and feed store with sacks balanced on their shoulders. A spotted dog lay in front of the post office and two boys stood beside him in a strip of shade cast by the shadow of a flag. An atmosphere of peace without the threat of pressure contrasted severely with the gears in Dex's head.

"How are you doing?" she said to Gena without looking at her.

"My head aches. I need a toothbrush."

She reeled off a list of complaints, all trivial, in a cranky voice.

"I feel exactly the same way," Dex consoled her.

She dropped the paper onto the seat of a worn reading chair and came over to the edge of the bed.

Gena smiled up at her. She poked a finger at Dex's knee. "Do you suppose we ought to get some sleep?"

Dex nodded. Her brain felt spongy, her eyelids twinged with heaviness and burning. She sat down with her back toward Gena and bent over to take off her shoes.

Gena's fingertips went under the polo shirt. One nail traced a slow and lazy line up the ridges of Dex's back. Dex shuddered as the fingers spoke to her. She pulled off her socks and stretched out her toes, staring at them. Soon, she would take Gena down to the river and they would swim together, naked. Slowly, she started telling Gena about the river and how it was in summer, the clear water spilling across the rocks. People seemed to find their own private bends in the river so that one never had to worry much about intruders.

As she talked, she got the rest of her clothing off. When she turned to face Gena again, Dex was naked.

She watched Gena focusing on the center point of one breast. Under the girl's steady gaze she felt the nipple come alive, stiffen and stand out.

"I want to kiss you," Gena whispered. She slid her hand along Dex's arm and grasped her by the elbow.

Dex leaned over till her body covered Gena's mouth. She felt the tongue dart forward. Its cold wet tip touched her nipple. The sensation spiraled through her, shooting pleasure through her breast and down deep into the moistening recesses of her cunt. Dex felt the last remaining shreds of her strength give way.

Gena's hands went down to catch hold of her thighs. Her arms clung in a tightening circle as she pulled Dex's cunt to her mouth. Her small tongue licked over the swelling labia, searching for the clit in its hood of flesh. Dex caught her breath as Gena found the knob of flesh and sucked it between her lips. She felt her clit stiffen and a gushing feeling rush through her cunt. Gena licked her crack, sniffing the juice wetting down the rich folds of flesh. The girl's surprising strength lifted Dex and turned her. She came down touching Gena's body.

"No fair," Dex smiled. "You've got your clothes on."

"You can do something about that."

Dex balanced on one side and began to undo the rumpled clothing.

"I think we'll send these things out to the cleaner while we're asleep."

Gena laughed. "You think of the damnedest things at the damnedest times."

"You'll thank me later."

Dex rolled Gena under the sheet until she had given their things over to the errand boy who came to their door.

Then Dex closed and locked it. The tiredness that seeped through her created a dream world. She moved back toward the bed. Walking took on the sensation of swimming through a cool green world, translucent but far, far down away from sounds of human life.

She touched the edge of the sheet that was fitted tightly across Gena's breasts. Gena lifted her back to help, and the sheet came loose. Dex drew it down, revealing the young breasts with their pink, just-ripe centers. As she stared at them, Dex felt her mouth fill. She was like a shark grown hungry at the first sight and scent of delicious morsels.

"Why are you standing there?" Gena whispered.

"Am I?"

Dex wasn't quite sure what she was doing, standing or lying suspended at the ocean's bottom. Something inside her relaxed, and she dropped forward onto the bed. Into Gena's open and waiting embrace.

They were alone now. Far from all possible interference. For the first time they were being together, each without a past, each with only the other as a future.

Gena put the sheet around Dex and drew her close beneath the covers. Their body warmth met and mingled. Dex pressed her mouth against Gena's. Her lips separated and drew Dex's tongue inside the soft wet flesh, sucking the tongue, slipping their lips together. Their faces flushed with the heat of their lovemaking.

Dex moved her hand over the girl's breasts. The nipples were pointed and hard. She rubbed them gently at first, then with greater strength until Gena began to writhe and moan on the bed.

Gena opened her mouth wider as if to devour the wet lips and thrusting tongue. All the exhaustion disappeared as the two women grew greedier for each other's body. Dex worked the flat palm of her hand over the stiff young nipples, then kneaded and pulled them with her fingers. A small cry escaped from Gena's taut throat. She thrust her tongue against Dex's, fighting, teasing the woman's tongue in her mouth, then pushed it between Dex's lips and inside the woman's mouth. Gena ran her hands up and down Dex's sides, panting heavily as her tongue explored her lover's mouth. Then the girl's hands moved to the woman's breasts.

One touch of their rich fullness, the melon shape cupped in her small palm and then the rubbery stiffness of the nipples sent her tongue diving down Dex's throat. She moaned again as she pulled the woman's tits. She wiggled out from under Dex's kiss and caught her breath.

Gena wanted Dex's breasts in her mouth. Before Dex knew what Gena wanted, she pushed her up higher off the bed and wriggled down to take the nipple between her lips. Dex gasped as the tongue licked around it and Gena's small teeth grazed and teased it. She continued to hold Gena's breasts in her hand, pulling the points of flesh in time with Gena's mouth sucking on her.

Gena pulled her mouth off the swelling breast and licked all over it. She wanted to go down, to breath deeper the rich odor of sex, drink the juices from Dex's cunt. She began forcing herself down under Dex's body. Dex grabbed hold of her under her arms.

"Not yet," Dex panted. "Not that way." Gena peered up at her with a puzzled expression. Dex reached down and ran her fingers through the blonde curly head, then reached further to caress the girl's tender lips.

Dex pushed her finger inside the small, hot mouth. Gena licked it greedily, then sucked it. Dex pulled the wet finger out of her mouth and ran it down the firm belly until she reached the bush of soft blond curls at her crotch. She ran her finger around in circles, feeling the fleshy cunt lips swell and separate and grow moist. Then she found Gena's clitoris emerging from its hood of flesh. Gena gasped.

"Ooh, yes," she moaned as Dex worked her nib of flesh into full stiffness, then drove her finger into the girl's cunt.

Gena's hands had been resting on the mattress, pressing against it from time to time as shivers of pleasure raced through her. Now she set them to work. She moved them down Dex's full round ass, digging into the flesh with her finger nails, clutching at the two globes. Her fingertips found the crevice and worked their way to Dex's asshole and pushed against the puckered muscle. Dex jumped with surprise as she felt the small finger try to enter her.