The Evil Friendship

An exhilarating story from the author who mainstreamed lesbian pulp fiction

The moment of truth...

Mary Drew knelt down on the rug. She leaned forward, her mouth within an inch of Martha's.

"l love you," she said. "I've loved you from the very moment we met. But I won't kiss you. I'm so close my lips are almost on yours, but I won't kiss you."

Martha looked deeply into the other girl's eyes for a very long time. "l love you, too," she said.

Then hungrily they fed on each other's lips.

Martha grasped Mary Drew's hand. "Love me, will you? Not just kisses. Not any more."