Prologue
Rill kicked her jeans off with a happy, childish, exuberant movement. She laughed as they flipped through the air and landed on a shelf of books behind the bed.
Then she opened her arms to me. I quickly unbuttoned Owl's shirt I was wearing and slipped it off. I tossed it away, too, and found myself giggling as it settled onto a shaded, unlit lamp on the floor nearby.
I was naked, too. I crawled into Rill's arms and we kissed. Her mouth was marvelously warm and soft and sweet. It was a loving mouth, an accepting mouth, a giving mouth. Her lips yielded and opened and seemed to enclose mine in sweet, erotic movement and sensitivity. We both closed our eyes. Out bodies melted together, soft flesh against softness, heat against heat ... .
I was too conscious for a few seconds, of Zeke, barely inches away, reading his last page. And a trigger up-tight word-lesbians-popped into my mind, then was dismissed, because Rill and I didn't fit that mold. We were giving love, accepting love, and we were not exclusive. It simply didn't matter that she and I were both women. We were tribe. Square world categories and judgments weren't accepted.