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throb in that place between her legs. She wanted Rosalyn naked like her, to touch her bare skin and feel her warmth and the dampness between her legs. Shocked at her rising passion, she pulled away, wiping a hand over her pulsing lips.
    Rosalyn’s eyes were glazed. “He kissed you like that?”
    KC nodded. “Is that a bad thing?”
    “Oh, no, not at all. It was quite good.” Rosalyn’s hand smoothed down over her breasts to rest on her belly. “We can move on to the next lesson.”
    “When does the lady remove all of her clothing? This all seems to take such a long time.”
    “The longer a man waits, the more satisfied he will be with the outcome. If you let him jump on you like a bull on a heifer, it will be over in seconds and though he’ll be satisfied, he may not be entertained.”
    “Oh. I see.” KC really didn’t see at all. “Show me.”
    “Very well.” Rosalyn stood away from KC. “Let the man undress you. Men take great pleasure in undressing a woman.” She nodded to KC. “Go ahead, undress me and see what I mean.”
    Anxious now to see Rosalyn’s body and touch her as she’d touched KC, KC grabbed the hem of her gown and yanked it upward.
    Rosalyn’s hands stopped her halfway up. “Slowly. Remember it heightens the anticipation.”
    KC continued, raising the gown little by little, revealing an inch at a time of Rosalyn’s smooth, pearly white skin. The higher she lifted the gown, the harder she fought to breathe. “I see what you mean.”
    Rosalyn’s delicate arms rose above her head as the gown slipped up and over.
    KC tossed it to the floor and stood staring at the other woman’s body, comparing it to her own. “We are the same, but different. My breasts are smaller.” She lifted them, staring from hers to Rosalyn’s.
    “They are quite adequate. It’s what you do with your body that keeps a man’s interest.”
    “How so?”
    “Remember I said that a man likes to see a woman touch herself? Do it now.”
    KC ran her hands over her breasts and plumped them. “Like this?”
    “No, like this.” Rosalyn’s fingers took a slower, meandering path over her breasts, tweaking the nipples as she went. Her hips swayed gently as if to a music neither could hear. As her hands extended over her belly, they splayed wide, then arrowed downward to the thatch of curly dark hair at the apex of her thighs. But she didn’t stop there.
    KC’s mouth grew dry. She licked her lips and stared, transfixed by what the other woman was doing to herself.
    Rosalyn’s fingers parted the hairs over her pussy, sliding down into the folds of skin, gently rubbing and circling the center. “Not only will the man be entertained by a woman touching herself, but a woman can find pleasure in the act.” Her words were breathy, every other one catching on a gasp. “This can feel very nice if you let yourself enjoy it.” Her head fell back, one hand going up to cup her own breast, the other continuing to stroke that place between her thighs.
    KC didn’t understand. She felt achy and unsure as she watched Rosalyn pleasuring herself. Her own hands skimmed down over her breasts, liking the feel of her skin beneath her fingertips. But when she came to the mound of hair over her mons, her fingers dug in and nothing happened.
    Meanwhile, Rosalyn’s body tensed, her fingers working feverishly over that spot. She reached lower, her finger dipping into moisture and coming up to lubricate between her folds.
    KC moved closer. She wanted to see what was so magical about rubbing her mons. What made Rosalyn moan, her body undulate as though she were bewitched? At last the woman cried out, pressing her whole hand against her pussy, her hips rocking forward in short, swift thrusts. As her body slowed, her eyes opened and a smile curved across her lips. “See? You can pleasure yourself.”
    Frustrated beyond belief, KC shook her head. “No, I don’t see.”
    Rosalyn pulled in a shaky breath and laughed. “I suppose you’ve