Prologue

She giggled. She did that a lot. It defined her.

While laughter or chuckling or guffawing or snickering more often than not comes from cruelty, a tinge or an overwhelming helping, giggling comes from innocence and delight.

The innocent Melissa delighted nearly everyone she encountered. Long enough in her presence, she delighted everyone. Take Sarah for example.

That moment, a moment that changed them both forever, Sarah made Melissa giggle. The cause may have been construed by many Americans as a loss of Melissa's precious innocence, but nothing could be further from the truth. Two young ladies discovered each other's flesh and the pure pleasure that flesh generated.

Melissa giggled at Sarah's bugged out eyes when Melissa tasted Sarah. Dipping her finger into the effluence caused by a half hour of kissing and touching nipples and sucking them, Melissa lifted the fragrant nectar from her next door neighbor's quim and sucked it into her mouth.

Despite the possible moral transgression of the moment, when Melissa giggled with her finger in her mouth Sarah became overcome by the vision before her. "You're so fucking cute!" she exclaimed.

Melissa's face soured. "Please don't curse, Sarah. It demeans you."

"I'm sorry," said Sarah. "But fuck is almost what we're doing. It's sex and tasting me is sex."

"I know," Melissa responded, shaking her head. "But use the word properly, not as an incoherent adjective."

Sarah wanted to object. A moment later, she also giggled. "You're too much."

"I hope not. I hope I'm just right."