Chapter Ten
The Consummation
Rachel used the restroom and washed her hands. Her cheeks were still warm, her brow still damp, and she cupped another handful of cool water in her palms, thinking to splash her face with it—but then suddenly she stopped. She looked at herself in the mirror, blinking back wide-eyed at a girl who had just made love with another woman, not upon command or under duress, but finally, for the first time, purposefully and joyously and completely without shame or remorse. Rachel could not help smirking back at her reflection. No, she would not rinse her face, she vowed—not yet. Her lips still tasted of Lisa’s p***y, and her nostrils, still faintly gummy, scented the musky-sweet odor of female excitation with every inhalation. Oh, she could not bear to part with thes
