As Gale Ross watched her roommate slowly undress, she felt a hungry need begin to grow within her. It was a strange sensation, difficult to get used to. She still was stunned by the fact that they had become lovers. How odd and yet, how warmly friendly and welcomed in the icy world of Hollywood. There were plenty of men reaching out to use women, but that wasn't love; or comforting or desirable. One became even more isolated, and experienced a greater sense of being alone, unwanted, unneeded as a human being. And Gale was very needy; had been for almost a year.

And that had all worked to make her vulnerable to this woman's seductive intimacy. She let her eyes focus on Mildred's lovely body. The woman was simply amazing.

The pale moon flooded through the open window of their bedroom, caressing Mildred Mason's lush body as she slipped out of the gray skirt. She pulled her sweater over her head, revealing the heavy swell of her soft, fleshy breasts that were fighting against the tightly binding bra. She stared back, and her burning gaze ran over every inch of Gale's naked body.

Of the two women, Gale was by far the more beautiful. Her long blonde hair flowed over creamy white shoulders. Gale's generous lips dimpled every time she smiled. Her eyes of ocean blue reflected the innocence that remained of her childhood in a small Midwestern town.

"I still can't get over it," Mildred sighed, slipping down beside Gale. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I do love you..." Her fingers played lightly against Gale's breasts. "Yes, so beautiful..."

Gale tensed, feeling burning desire reach into the very depths of her, tightening the pink centers of her breasts.

She turned, lay back on the bed, and then stared invitingly up at Mildred.

The woman had heavy, lush breasts that were soft, warm cushions Gale loved to press against. The breasts were what had first attracted Gale. Later it had been the wonderful excitement of Mildred's love-making. Mildred knew how to make love, and create a romantic glow, a perfection that overshadowed the strange reality of Lesbian love.

They had met at one of the Hollywood parties. During their first conversation they learned how much alike they were, how they liked many of the same things. The following two weeks they had met at lunches and in the evenings, and finally decided to live together to cut expenses. It had been Mildred's idea, and Gale had jumped at it. Every thin dime saved allowed that much more money for make-up and dresses; the important weapons for a young struggling actress. Mildred had given up the idea of becoming an actress, but now devoted herself to help Gale in her stumbling attempts to success. When they first started living together nothing intimate had happened. Then one night, when they were alone, slightly high from several cocktails, they'd climbed into bed and suddenly made love in so natural a way that Gale never really knew how it had all come about. But it happened and now offered a strange meaning in her life: it filled a very real hunger to be needed as a human being, not a pound of flesh.

The affair had now lasted for several months and Gale was beginning to wonder if it would ever end. The thrill of Mildred, the soft, gentleness of the woman's love-making, had blurred all memory of how it was with a man. She had willingly fallen in with Lesbian love because it was so long since she had been possessed by a man. Since the loss of Wayne Gilman, over a year before, Gale's normal sexual hungers had no outlet. And she really didn't want to get involved with another man. The pain was still there. Mildred was the simple solution.

The loss of Wayne had been tragic for Gale. Wayne Gilman had just signed a contract at a major studio when the auto accident ended his life. What might have been the out-come to their romance, Gale would never know. She had dreamed of riding along on Wayne's career; giving up her own ambitions in favor of his. But all that ended on a weekend when he'd gotten too drunk to handle his car.

Now it was Mildred, because Gale didn't know a man who could replace Wayne and the tenderness that they had enjoyed. It had all been too perfect with him.

Gale suddenly realized why she was thinking about Wayne, after all this time. Fourteen months of hectic living, ending up as a cocktail waitress for the Chambers Steak House; one of those expensive Hollywood diners that featured low lights, piano bar, privacy to stars, producers and executives; a glamour stop-off for the tourist.

She was thinking about Wayne because the following day she had an appointment with the casting director of Van Houten Pictures, Inc. It was her first audition for over a year. Her new agent, Frankie Miller, had quickly landed a chance for a part in a television production. Mildred had introduced her to Frankie Miller three weeks before, in her campaign to promote Gale's career.

Slowly, as if coming out of a deep sleep, Gale found her attention wading out of the memories of the past and slipping back to the reality of the present.

Mildred's hands drifted lightly over Gale's stomach, across her breasts.

"You were thinking so hard, honey," Mildred said, "I was afraid you'd gone to sleep."

Gale reached for the woman, drawing her down close, pressing the softness of those hefty breasts against her own.

"Make love to me, Milly, please make love to me, don't let me think anymore. I don't want to think about anything ... I just want to float on the thrill of your kisses ... nothing else."

Mildred's large lips quickly covered Gale's. Their tongues blended together in rapid rhythm, their bodies closed tightly against one another.

Gale felt her breathing quicken; her lungs expand to the beat of their hearts pounding against each other.

Lesbian love was so different. Gale had felt awkward hesitation at the beginning. Her family would have been horrified to know what she experienced with Mildred. But then, her family would have been shocked to learn about her affair with Wayne. She came from a small town, whose moral ideas were even smaller than the population of 18,000. Oh, there had been the wild parties, which the men's club threw once a month; but that was expected from men. The women of the town never, but never, talked about sex, and one would have thought they never even experienced it with their husbands.

Lesbian love didn't give the final gushing satisfaction that she longed for but it gave everything else, without the fears of being left with complications. In Lesbian love, Gale found a physical release for her pent up sexual desires. That didn't make it right in her mind; but, as far as she was concerned, it wasn't any more immoral than screwing around with any casting director, any producer or star who just "might" give her a hand up the ladder. The only hand those bastards generally gave was on the fanny. All in good sport. They were sports, all right; and they liked the game that was played with every starlet that came their way. Fun and games, no strings attached other than vague, empty promises. The egocentric bastards!

Her thoughts blurred for a moment, centering on the pleasure of Mildred's caressing hands and lips. The ecstasy well up like a gigantic wave of sensations, rolling over her again and again, each more wonderful. Then Gale lay back, exhausted, her nerves slowly relaxing, her muscles unknotting in the aftermath of their love.

Tomorrow she was to see a man named Dan Blair. What kind of guy he was, she didn't know. She guessed he was probably some fat slob who would be all hands, all bug-eyes and hungry to discover if her breasts were real, if her hair was naturally blonde. A no-good slob, wanting to learn all there was about her; the intimate details--only.

"Nervous about tomorrow?" Mildred asked, lighting a cigarette and handing over the pack.

"Yes," Gale admitted, sitting up, striking a match to her cigarette and taking a deep drag.

"You shouldn't be, honey." Mildred patted her solidly firm thigh. "You've studied enough for the lead and this is just some bit part--hell. If anything you're over-qualified!"

"So I took several years of lessons, you know as well as I do that it takes more than that!" Gale snapped, irritated, and not knowing why she was so irritated.