
She’d played light as a feather stiff as a board as a kid at slumber parties with other girls. She recalled the giggling and nervous hands under her shoulders and legs. She’d forgotten about the game, until a reunion night out with her college friends.
She hadn’t caught who’d brought, the beautifully butch, Cici. She’d caught Cici’s gaze on her more than once that night, and when their fingers brushed as they each reached for their drinks, she felt the electricity between them.
Much later, she closed her eyes, feeling the frisson from Cici’s touch lifting her from the ground.
Briefly but succinctly. Nice story.
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I loved that game…and all those early girls-only nights where touching was just the way we did things. Nice job hitting that 100.
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Sometimes, the touch may seem random, but we know that it is not.😉
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