And, why, once or twice Rachel almost thought that she had even glimpsed other girls, very secretly, looking her way, too! The only time she had been certain—certain!—the watcher had been a very mannish young woman wearing a plaid flannel shirt, baggy jeans, and boots. This obvious lesbian sported a really butch haircut, thin lips, and hard eyes without a hint of makeup. Truthfully, even the inventive Rachel found her not attractive in the least…but the thought of this girl’s frank gaze roaming her body as hungrily as any boy’s made the poor brunette juice up at once between her long thighs, guilty and ashamed and yet perversely thrilled. God, as soon as she had gotten home, she had stripped herself bare and rubbed her squelching cunt desperately, imagining all the forbidden ways in which
