Preserving Lemons #11

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Valentina’s Point of View

I made love to a girl.

I made love to a girl, and I liked it.

I loved it.

Femke was soft, gentle, and patient, and she taught me. I knew my biology, and I knew it the same way women my age know themselves, but applying it to her and having her lovemaking skill applied to me — that was new.

Not better than a man.

Different. New.

I had been awake for an hour before she stirred. I lay there counting my breaths the way I count mise en place — not because I was anxious, but because counting was how I kept still, and I needed to be still, because my body wanted to roll toward her and my mind had already made a different decision.