It’s OK to breathe, you know.” We laughed real hard, together.
Then I felt her body move closer and we kind of melted together. I discovered all the sweet surprises a femme can give a butch: her hand on the back of my neck, open on my shoulder, or balled up like a fist. The feel of her belly and thighs against mine. Her lips almost touching my ear.
The music stopped and she started to pull away.
I held her hand gently. “Please?” I asked.
“Honey,” she laughed, “you just said the magic word.”