"Oh, well," June interrupted her, and couldn't help preening a bit, "I haven't done too badly."
"Really?" Linda put on a serious expression, her eyes, under their long, upward-curved eyelashes, looking at June deeply. "Well, maybe you mean for the time being. But for the long run, how do you know?
They're so fickle ... but girls aren't. Not at all. And you and I ... Old friends like old books ..."
June wasn't completely sure what Linda was driving at, but she had leaned her naked back against Linda's thigh, her hand toying with the kneecap, then wandering down along the inside of a soft thigh.
"Your hand is getting to me! Ooh!" Linda suddenly said in very low tones.
"Well ... oh. It is?" For a moment, June stopped her soft stroking, though she wanted something from this be
