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Authors: Giselle Renarde

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“Oh my god what?” Chris asked as he
brought her a plate of French toast and a glass of orange juice. He set them on
the side table while she shoved the book in his face.

“Look at this! Look at the name here!”

Squinting at the tiny letters, Chris
read, “Thank you also to Eric van Bruggen of the International Humanitarian Aid
Organization, who has worked tirelessly on behalf of women in poverty regions,
and whose encouragement gave me the confidence to tell my story.” Chris
offered a faint smile, but obviously didn’t get it.

“Eric,” Savannah said. “This is the
guy, Stacy’s dad!”

Chris’ eyes grew wide. He was
obviously impressed.

“I gave him this book to read and he
didn’t say anything about knowing the author, or working with her, or any of
that!”

Sitting on the arm of the sofa, Chris
set his hand on Savannah’s shoulder and pulled her close to his warm body. “And
this puts a different spin on your experience with him?”

She nodded. She didn’t want Chris to
feel jealous, but at the same time she knew that wasn’t in his nature. “He’s
done good work. That’s what drew me to him from the start. He works for the
world, and…I mean, I guess that’s what I want to do in some way, when I’m
finished my degree. I want to do good.” She wasn’t sure exactly what that meant
yet, but she had at least another year and a half to figure it out. And Chris
would help her find her calling—she was sure of that.

As for Eric, “It’s hard to reconcile,
you know, when there are things about a person you admire, and other things
about them you don’t like at all. But I can’t deny the positive impact he’s had
on so many people.”

“Including you,” Chris said. “He’s
inspired you.”

Chris’ giving smile was contagious.
She caught it like a fever. “I guess he has, yeah. Inspired me to give, and to
stay aware.” As Chris handed Savannah her glass of orange juice, she realized
she ought to offer him a few words of encouragement. “Don’t worry, though. It’s
not like I’m looking to hook up with Stacy’s dad again. It happened, but it’s
over now.”

“I know,” he said simply. “The only
constant is change.”

A heavy feeling spread across the base
of Savannah’s stomach. “Oh…” She took a long sip of orange juice to build up
her strength. “Chris, I know your life is all about honesty and everything,
but…please don’t tell my roommate about all this. The last thing I want is for
Stacy to know I slept with her dad. Jesus, she’d probably throw me off the
balcony!”

“I doubt that,” Chris said, looking
toward the window. He smiled as the sunlight met their shower-clean skin. “One
day you might want to tell her. Until then, you can count on me to be
discrete.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Gazing
at the pulp floating on top of her juice, Savannah bit her lip. “Anyway, I
wanted
you
before I wanted
him
. And now
all
I want is you.
Nobody else.”

When she looked up into his face, he
was beaming with all the radiance of the late-morning sun. Planting a lingering
kiss on her forehead, Chris said, “The feeling is mutual,” and her heart
soared. He rose to fetch syrup and butter and tea and all manner of things from
the kitchen, but she knew he’d be back. Maybe Chris was right and the only
constant
was
change, but Savannah had a funny feeling he’d stay by her
side for a good long time.

The End

ABOUT
GISELLE RENARDE

Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian,
supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For
information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at
www.freewebs.com/gisellerenarde/
or
her blog at
donutsdesires.blogspot.com
. Ms Renarde lives
across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Giselle Renarde is author
of Ondine (Hudson Audiobooks/eXcessica Publishing), Audrey &
Lawrence (eXcessica Publishing), and more than twenty e-books
including Red Satin and Waxing is for
Pussies (Torquere Press), Cunning Little
Vixens, The Birthday Gift, Kandinsky's Shirt
Button(eXcessica), Beneath the Ice, Third Rail, Leslie Goosemoon
Rides Again (loveyoudivine), and The Little Burlesque House
by the Sea (Shadowfire Press). Ms Renarde is a short story
contributor to more than thirty anthologies including Love
Bites and Bite Me (BBA/Torquere Press), Like Twin
Stars (Circlet Press), Girls on Top and Tasting
Her (Cleis Press), Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2009 and Best
Lesbian Love Stories 2009 (alyson books), as well as Mammoth Book of
Erotic Confessions (Constable &
Robinson), Surprise (Rubicund Press),
numerous Cocktales (Xcite) and Coming Together (Phaze)
anthologies, and Best Women's Erotica 2011 and Best Lesbian
Erotica 2011 (Cleis Press).

Online, Giselle has contributed erotic
content to such websites as For The Girls, Ruthie's Club, Three
Pillows, Oysters & Chocolate, The Erotic Woman,
Every Night Erotica, Frequently Felt, Whipped Cream, Long and Short
Romance, Every Day Poets, Hips and Curves, and Lucrezia Magazine.

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GOING ON,

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BIRTHDAY GIFT

By Giselle
Renarde

Meredith is a
cake-baking, apron-wearing small-town Canadian mom. Her guiding principle in
life is, “What would June Cleaver do?” That is, until a curious set of
circumstances cause her to crash an outdoor gathering where she stumbles upon a
pair of delicious hunks getting a little hands-on with each other. Surely June
Cleaver would have headed for the hills at the sight! Not Meredith. This
relaxed get-together really heats up when one man’s wife appears on the
scene... and encourages Meredith to join in.

Whew! Hot
stuff! But the story’s not over yet. There’s still the tropical vacation, the
confinement in foreign prison, the trial for freedom... and, hey, where’s
Meredith’s husband in all this? It is his birthday, after all...

Warnings: This
title contains graphic language and sex.

EXCERPT:

Who would have guessed this kind of gathering was going on in
sleepy Sheridan? Sheena came over and stood supportively in back of Meredith,
hugging her from behind. The roundness of Sheena’s body provided comfort. Those
expert hands around her waist sent waves of warmth across her skin, making
Meredith happy to be naked. Deep breaths. Sheena still smelled of roses, even
after they were gone.

“Close your eyes,” whispered the wise woman. “There is much you
can learn.”

Sheena spoke slowly, allowing each word its worthy weight.

“To serve those around you, you must first feel happy and
fulfilled in yourself.”

The warm breeze of Sheena’s breath excited the sensitive hairs
deep inside her ear canal.

“When you are satisfied in life, when you are at peace, when you
are fearless, other people want to be near you. You become a beacon.”

The invisible hairs surrounding Meredith’s mouth tickled as
Sheena’s fingertips brushed her lips.

“When you defy your fears, that is when your family, your friends,
even strangers respond to you with admiration.”

Fingertips wandered down her neck, along her chest, causing
Meredith to release a pleasured oh. Her skin danced under that touch.

“Your joy rubs off on those around you, and they become joyful
also.”

Taking in a sharp breath, Meredith nearly leapt out of her body
when Sheena petted the golden hairs along her abdomen. One of those unexpected
too-good sensations...

“But it all starts with you, beautiful Meredith, golden woman,
finding pleasure in life.”

There was some version of heaven in Sheena’s touch as her fingers
brushed gently through the dark honey hair below her navel. Too gently. And too
high. Oh, please, touch lower...

“Now, think for a moment and tell me, what do you want right now?”

Unable to consider anything outside of this moment of pleasure,
Meredith wanted nothing more than further gratification from Sheena’s expert
hands. Taking Sheena’s hand in hers, she slipped those smallish fingers into
her wet slit. Ohhhh... Pussy lips enveloped their new visitors, coating them in
natural moisture. Clit awakened after its nap.

“Don’t stop touching me.” That’s what Meredith wanted.

“I will not stop,” Sheena replied, with a hot kiss to her shoulder
and another to her neck. With small but firm fingers rubbing warm liquid
against her tumescent clit, her knees weakened. “Oh, you are very wet,
Meredith. Tell me about the film that is rolling behind your closed eyelids.”

Blushing, she admitted to the erotic images captured on the film
of her imagination. “I keep picturing Richard and Ash on the beach. Ash is on
his knees, sucking on Richard’s... you know, his thing...” Couldn’t get the
word out. Bashful girl, even after this day of naughtiness.

“His cock?” The hard k sounds exploded in her ear as Sheena
pressed a little harder against Meredith’s clit. Mmm... Yes, this was what she
wanted.

“If you open your eyes, you’ll see something even better,” Sheena
encouraged.

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