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  Logan's hands left hers and traveled back up her body to play with her own breasts as Nikki's fingers separated her nether lips and found the bundle in between standing rigid. Nikki slid a finger on either side of the shaft and squeezed making Logan's hips jerk forward.

  Logan's breathing became rapid and Nikki held Logan's trembling body tight against her own, never stilling the movements of her fingers. A low, keening sound came from her wife as Logan's right hand came down to join Nikki's and both sets of fingers slid together in tandem.

  Seeing Logan's eyes close, Nikki felt her wife tremble and knew Logan was close. Reaching for the tiny shaft, she grabbed it with two fingers and pulled...hard, almost losing her grip when Logan's orgasm hit and her body shook with strong spasms.

  Nikki waited, keeping a tight hold, as her lover's body calmed.

  When Logan's eyes fluttered open, they stood for several minutes gazing at each other in the mirror. Loosening her hold when she felt Logan began to turn, Nikki's arms stayed wrapped around Logan as Nikki kissed her softly. "Thank you love."

  Backing up, Nikki traded soft kisses with Logan until they were standing in front of the window seat to the right of the tub. Nikki sat and held out her arms to Logan, "Come to me lover." Nikki waited as Logan knelt with her legs on either side of her own then spread her legs wide as Logan lowered herself until their sex's met. Nikki locked eyes with Logan and their hips begin to move, their clits sliding against each other. Nikki whispered in her lover's ear, "Come with me."

  Arms tightened their hold and breasts pressed against each other as orgasms approached and were reached on pounding hearts and quickened breaths.

  Breathing quieted and silence reigned for several minutes afterward with Logan's head resting on Nikki's shoulder.

  Nikki placed a kiss on the side of Logan's neck. "Baby?"

  "Yea?"

  "Dinner's ready."

  Worth the Wait

  by Verda Foster

  LANIE LIFTED HER hand and waved at the approaching taxi. She sighed as it kept on going. This was the fourth taxi that had passed in the last couple of minutes. She'd been pushed and shoved in the scramble and had lost the previous cabs to seasoned New Yorkers who played the game much better than she did.

  She'd thought she had this one, though. Finally she was the only one left, and the damn taxi was occupied. She spotted another one and lifted her hand again. This time the cab pulled over and stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the back door open and climbed inside.

  "Where to," the cabbie asked, without even looking back at her passenger.

  "The Staten Island Ferry."

  The cabbie nodded and pulled out into traffic, her right hand automatically starting the meter.

  Lanie glanced at the rearview mirror and gasped at the familiar face she saw reflected there. Jessie? It can't be. Her eyes tracked to the hack license and read the name: Jessica Davies. Shaken, she closed her eyes as her head dropped back against the seat. Please don't let her recognize me.

  It had been almost twenty years since she'd seen Jessie, and from what she could see, the years had been good to her. She thought back to the last time they were together and guilt washed over her.

  Jessie had been her best friend all through high school, but graduation night everything changed when Jessie told her that she was in love with her. They'd gone to a friends house for an after graduation bash. Beer was in abundance and neither one of them was feeling any pain. They ended up making love on the floor of a walk-in closet. Well, to be more accurate, Jessie made love to her. Somehow in Lanie's mind, she wasn't a lesbian if she didn't touch back.

  She left Jessie asleep on the floor and found her 'sometimes' boyfriend Greg, and in a desperate attempt to prove to herself that she wasn't a lesbian, convinced him that they should get married. It didn't take much convincing though. He'd tried many times to get her to say yes with no success. Afraid that she might change her mind when she sobered up, he put her in the car and in five hours they were standing in a chapel in Las Vegas getting married.

  Lanie opened her eyes and looked in the mirror again. Soft brown eyes were looking back at her. She knows. Lanie averted her gaze and said nothing. When she looked back, Jessie's eyes were once again on the road ahead. The silence was deafening.

  They got to the Ferry and the cab pulled into the line of cars that were waiting to drive on board. It puzzled her because she had asked to be brought to the Ferry, not to her door. Still she kept quiet. Now that she knew that Jessie knew who she was, she couldn't bring herself to speak.

  The cab parked on board and Lanie watched as the drivers in the surrounding cars got out and walked to the upper decks. Not able to take the silence any longer, she decided that she would go too. Just as she reached for the door handle, the front door opened and Jessie stepped out of the cab. Lanie pulled her hand back. If Jessie was going up top, she would stay in the cab.

  She was surprised when the driver's side passenger door opened and Jessie climbed in beside her.

  "Don't I even rate a hello?" she asked.

  Lanie dropped her gaze to her hands. "I didn't think you'd want one."

  Jessie shook her head. "Twenty years and you're still running away from me."

  "I'm sorry."

  "A little late for that, don't you think?"

  "I know I hurt you."

  "Do you have any idea how much?

  "I think so."

  "You think so?" Jessie's eyes flashed and she leaned closer. "I bared my soul to you that night. I loved you, and you tossed me out like a piece of trash. No explanation. No goodbye--"

  "I was scared."

  "Of me?"

  Lanie shook her head. "Of me. I was afraid of how much I wanted you. I didn't want to be a lesbian, and for some stupid reason I thought if I married Greg, it would go away. It didn't."

  Jessie closed her eyes. She'd been angry when she first realized who was riding in the back of her cab, but now she just felt bewildered. Being in the same proximity with Lanie again brought back all the feelings that she'd tried so hard to exorcise over the years. She opened her eyes and looked at Lanie. "Your mother called me at six in the morning to ask if I knew where you were. She said you hadn't come home that night. Do you realize how frantic I was? I was there with your mom when you called with your happy news. I went home and started to drink. I didn't stop for almost a year."

  Tears started down Lanie's face. "I'm so sorry. I understand now why you wouldn't accept any of my phone calls."

  "Phone calls?"

  "Every time I called your house, your mom told me you didn't want to talk to me." Lanie fumbled in her purse to find a tissue. "When I couldn't get you on the phone, I finally got up enough courage to talk to you face to face.

  I wanted to tell you I'd made a mistake, that I loved you too. I went to your house but your mom told me you'd moved away. I asked where, and she said you didn't want to hear from me. I didn't blame you for not wanting to have anything to do with me. I deserved your wrath. I earned it."

  Tears started down Jessie's face as well. "She never told me you called."

  "Never?"

  Jessie shook her head. "If I'd known..." She ran her fingers through her hair. "No, those years are gone. It's silly to think of 'what if's.'"

  Lanie leaned closer and dabbed at Jessie's tears with her tissue. "I never stopped loving you. I hope you can believe that."

  Jessie closed her eyes again and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She ached to reach out to Lanie. To feel her in her arms again, but she just couldn't do it. It hurt too damn much last time. Soft hands caressed her face and she shuddered at the gentle touch. Oh, God. It had been so long. She opened her eyes and looked into Lanie's face and saw only truth shining in her eyes. "I believe you."

  Lanie still held her face in her hands and she leaned closer until their lips met. The kiss was tentative at first, but soon deepened to one of desperate urgency.

  Lanie unbuttoned Jessie's shirt,
her mouth nibbling down her throat to Jessie's naked breasts. Jessie groaned when Lanie took a sensitive nipple into her mouth, teasing it mercilessly with her tongue and teeth.

  Lanie let her hand slide down, unfastening Jessie's trousers and slipping into her welcoming wetness. "I want you to come for me." She bit the nipple in her mouth just hard enough to send a jolt to Jessie's groin.

  "Oh, God, yes."

  "Lift up," Lanie asked, pulling Jessie's trousers down when she complied. "I need to taste you."

  Jessie leaned back and opened her legs, her long fingers twining in Lanie's hair, guiding her down to her need. Her hips rose to meet Lanie's hungry mouth, and she found it hard to breathe. She was so close. So very close.

  Lanie nuzzled into the curly dark hair at the apex of Jessie's legs, and then ran her tongue along her swollen clitoris. Jessie's hands tightened in her hair as Lanie pulled the twitching shaft into her mouth and sucked, slipping two fingers inside.

  Jessie wanted to hold on, make it last, but she couldn't. Her body became rigid as the orgasm roared through her, then she collapsed, gasping for breath.

  She released Lanie's hair, then pulled her up, clutching her tightly. "That was incredible," she said. Fresh tears started down her face. "You were incredible."

  Lanie wiped the tears away with her thumbs. "You're so beautiful when you come," she said. "You take my breath away."

  Jessie smiled. "Thank you." She pressed her lips against Lanie's forehead. "I love you."

  Lanie sighed and nuzzled into her breasts. "I can die happy now."

  Jessie's smile broadened. "I still can't believe I found you again after all these years." She reached down and tilted Lanie's face up. "You were definitely worth the wait."

  Author Biographies

  Georgia Beers is the author of the novels Too Close To Touch, the 2006 Lambda and Goldie Award-Winning Fresh Tracks, and Mine, among others. Coming in June, 2008, Finding Home.

  To find out more, visit www.georgiabeers.com or www.boldstrokesbooks.com.

  Pat Cronin is a retired firefighter-paramedic who now has lots of time to devote to writing. This is Pat's first erotica publication and first editing of an anthology. She is in the process of completing her first novel, Souls' Rescue, a romantic adventure.

  Cheri Crystal -Since Debut appeared in E13: Lessons In Love (Bold Strokes Books), Cheri has published short stories including: Going Fishing After Midnight (Cleis Press), Escort in E14: Extreme Passions (Bold Strokes Books), Convention in Best Lesbian Love Stories NYC (Alyson Books), Exercise Dyke in Ultimate Lesbian Erotica (Alyson Books), Lobster Box in Best Date Ever (Alyson Books), Trucking in E15: Road Games (Bold Strokes Books), Seeing It Through (Khimairal Ink) and Dogging in Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008 (Alyson Books).

  Cheri is working on her first novel while reviewing lesfic for www.justaboutwrite.com/ and www.midwestbookreview.com/ rbw/index.htm Check out Cheri's Corner at www.queergirltalk.net/Literature/BookReviews/CC

  Nann Dunne - A professional editor for many years, Nann began writing fiction ten years ago. She has a number of published novels and short stories, her latest novel being The War Between the Hearts. See and hear her read excerpts aloud at www.nanndunne.com.

  Nann publishes a free ezine on the craft of writing called Just About Write (JAW) at www.JustAboutWrite.com that includes articles on writing, editing, and promotion, as well as reviews, new releases, poetry, humor, and publisher announcements.

  Nann has edited books for several publishers of lesbian literature and does freelance editing as well. Authors may contact her at pruferblue@aol.com for editing requests.

  Vada Foster -Originally from a small town in Missouri, Vada has lived in southern California since childhood, most of that time with her twin sister Verda who also writes lesbian fiction. She has written several short stories as well as a one act play which was produced in Long Beach by Lambda Community Players.

  In addition to writing, Vada is also an actor and director, most recently with Kentwood Players in Westchester. While in Florida for a writers and readers convention, she met Gypsy and her life was changed forever. They shared a commitment ceremony in June of 2005 with family and friends and plan to stay together at least until the age of 90! Email: hrhvada@ca.rr.com; Website: www.vadafoster.com

  Verda Foster has worked in and around the art and craft industry for twenty years, and you can often find her judging at one of the many ceramic and craft shows held throughout Southern California.

  She has been teaching the art of painting statuary for thirteen or fourteen years, and enjoys seeing a student's eyes light up when they see a piece of white-ware come to life in their hands.

  Her first book, The Chosen, was published in September of 2000, and a new, rewritten version was be published by Intaglio Publications in 2005. www.verdafoster.com

  Karin Kallmaker -Karin's romance novels include the award winning 18th and Castro, Just Like That, Maybe Next Time, and Sugar. Many have been translated into Spanish, French, German and Czech. Short stories have appeared in anthologies from publishers like Alyson, Circlet, Bold Strokes and Haworth. Her writing career began with the venerable Naiad Press and continues with Bella Books and spans more than two dozen novels and sixty short stories and novellas. www.kallmaker.com

  Anne J. Kingsley has been an avid reader and full-fledged supporter of writers of lesbian fiction for several years. New to the world of actually writing a story, Anne has viewed the whole process as a valuable learning experience.

  One lesson definitely learned: when writing erotic sex... "you'll most likely want to go see what your girlfriend is doing" afterwards.

  Hopefully you like her small offering. If you do, or even if you don't, you can write Anne at annejkingsley@yahoo.com

  Victoria Oldham lives with her partner in the north of England, in a village slightly smaller and less interesting than a postage stamp. While she misses the California sunshine and wide roads, she spends much of her time now wandering over Roman ruins in the rain, attempting to pet the local sheep and doing some writing on her laptop while looking out over the Cumbrian Hills.

  Radclyffe is the author of numerous lesbian novels and anthologies including the Lambda Literary Award winners Erotica Interludes 2, ed. with Stacia Seaman, and the romance Distant Shores, Silent Thunder. She has selections in Best Lesbian Erotica 2006, 2007, and 2008, A Is For Amour, H Is For Hardcore, L Is For Leather, Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists, and Ultimate Undies: Erotic Stories About Lingerie and Underwear, among others. She is also the president of Bold Strokes Books, an independent LGBT publishing company.

  Sammo lives in rural Cumbria, England with her American partner, one pub, a bus stop and a maypole. Fluid is her first published work and she would like to think it's not her last!

  Trish Shields resides with her wife and three children on Vancouver Island. She has poetry and short stories published internationally. Some of her publications include Regina Weese's Elan anthology, Washing the Color of Water Golden Sun Rising Poetry Press), and the launch of her first chapbook, Coast Line, co-authored by Katherine L. Gordon, released in February, 2007. Trish is a member of the Canada-Cuba Literary Alliance, the League of Canadian Poets, The Publishing Triangle and the Canadian Federation of Poets.

  Kate Sweeney was the 2007 recipient of the Golden Crown Literary Society award for Debut Author for She Waits, the first in the Kate Ryan Mystery series, which was also nominated for the Lambda Literary Society award for Lesbian Mystery. The second in the series, A Nice Clean Murder was released in December 2006 to great reviews. The third, The Trouble with Murder was released in January 2008.

  Her novel Away From the Dawn was released in August 2007. She is also a contributing author for the anthology Wild Nights: (Mostly) True Stories of Women Loving Women (Bella Books).

  Born in Chicago, Kate resides in Villa Park, Illinois, where she works as an office manager--no glamour here, folks; it pays the bills. Humor is deeply embedded in Kate's DNA. She sin
cerely hopes you will see this when you read her novels, short stories, and other works by visiting her Web site: www.katesweeneyonline.com E-mail Kate at ksweeney22@aol.com.

  Ali Vali -Author of The Devil Inside, Carly's Sound, The Devil Unleashed, Second Season, and Deal With the Devil from Bold Strokes Books. For more information please visit www.myspace.com/ alivali or www.boldstrokesbooks.com.

  MJ Williamz grew up on California's Central Coast, but now lives in Portland, OR, where writing is an integral part of her life. Since 2002, she's had over a dozen short stories accepted for publication, mostly erotica with a few romances thrown in for good measure. Her first novel, Shots Fired will be published in November.

  Another Anthology from Cronin and Foster

  Women In Uniform: Medics and Soldiers and Cops, Oh My!

  Cops, medics, soldiers, chefs, forest rangers...let's face it...who doesn't appreciate women in uniforms? Whether it's a nurse in Vietnam, a lesbian about to deploy to Iraq, a horny football player, a cop who likes bondage, a medic who needs pampering, or a security guard who finds out she's not past her shelf date, these stories of erotica and romance will rev you up, touch your heart, and make you feel.

  You' ll be delighted by great stories from some of today's top writers: Catherine Lundoff, J.M. Redmann, Lee Lynch, AnaIza Otis, Lori L. Lake, Chris Paynter, Sammo, M.J. Williamz, Ms. M, Diane S. Bauden, Karen D. Badger, V.W. Massie, Victoria Oldham, Bliss, R.G. Emanuelle, Andi Marquette, Jessie Chandler, Pat Cronin, and Lee Coats.