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     Chapter 264
     
     
     
     Mavis was delicious, Tamara and Dawn were exquisitely
thrilling, but Laura in her heart longed for Sara.  It had
only been a week since they had christened Laura's new condo
with a night of deep love-fucking that seemed to have
changed their relationship forever.  Or at least Laura felt
that way, when she allowed herself to feel the full
significance of it.  Of course, in the meantime she had been
her usual promiscuous self, fucking like a cat in heat with
the other three.  But that didn't for a second alter the way
she felt about Sara.
     
     She wondered if Sara felt it too, and also wondered,
idly, jealously, if she too had been busily fucking anybody
else during this week, as if to stave off her possible
feelings for Laura.  This was the kind of speculation that
could nearly kill Laura with gut-lacerating emotional pain,
and she ended up doing almost anything to avoid thinking of
it.
     
     Finally, she called Sara at work, unable to stop
thinking of her.
     
     "Hi, kiddo," Sara said, very upbeat and natural, as if
days had not gone by without them speaking.  "I was just
getting ready to call you.  Been kind of thinking of you a
lot, you know?"
     
     "I can't get you out of my mind," Laura confessed
softly, as usual wondering if she was being too blunt, too
forward.
     
     Sara's voice changed, lowered, became instantly more
intimate.  She whispered into the phone.  "I can't forget
about you either, Laura," she said seriously.  "Want to meet
at my place after work?"
     
     "Oh god, I wish it were five right now."
     
     Sara laughed softly, letting Laura hear her obvious
pleasure at being so desired.  "Better be careful, girl, or
you'll have me sliding off this chair."
     
     Laura knew exactly what she was talking about, having
felt a happy warm ooze herself between her thighs just at
the sound of Sara's voice.  "I'll be there as quickly as I
can get there," she breathed into the phone.
     
     After work she drove to Ocean View and spent twenty
minutes trying to find a place to park.  Encircling a three
block radius, she wondered why she did not notice Sara
driving in circles too, with the same intent.  Good old San
Francisco, Laura grumbled.  Why do we live here?
     
     At last she snapped up a parking space that someone was
leaving, only about a block and a half from Sara's
apartment.  She was a little out of breath, still in a
hurry, when she got there and took a few seconds to regain
her breath before ringing the downstairs bell.  She heard
the door open upstairs, then watched through the gauzy white
curtain that veiled the inside of the glass door while Sara
came down the stairs to open it for her.
     
     Only it wasn't Sara.  A young woman who had little
resemblance to Sara opened the door.  She was several years
younger, very black, much darker than Sara, very pretty,
though with a disturbingly vacant stare as she looked at
Laura.  Then she smiled, but it wasn't a particularly warm
smile, just a tight little smirk.
     
     "You must be the famous Laura."
     
     Laura tittered nervously.  "Guilty . . . I guess."
     
     The young woman tilted her head in the direction of the
stairs behind her.  "Come on up."
     
     Laura followed her.  She could hardly take her eyes off
the girl's ass, which was in the Hall of Fame category,
encased in tight gray pants, full hard moons, swaying ever
so slightly as the girl went up step by step.  Oh god, I
can't be staring at her ass like this when I came to see
Sara! Laura chastised herself.
     
     Inside Sara's apartment, the girl shut the door and
turned, smirking at Laura again.
     
     "Where's Sara?" Laura asked, looking around.
     
     "She tried to reach you at work, but you were in a
meeting.  She had to fly out quickly to Jackson,
Mississippi.  Her father's dying.  She was afraid to leave a
phone message . . . said it was too impersonal."
     
     "Who're you?"
     
     The girl's dark brown hair was done in an elaborate
shoulder-length cascade of wavy rivulets that she shook
coltishly away from her neck, looking momentarily regal and
haughty and, Laura had to confess to herself, infinitely
desirable.
     
     "I'm Demetra, her sister.  She asked me to meet you
here . . . to tell you."
     
     A light went on in Laura's head.  "Oh . . . Dee Dee."
     
     Dee Dee smiled more warmly now, and nodded silently.
"She must've told you some nasty shit about me, right?"
     
     "Oh no," Laura lied, turning her face away to hide a
brief blush she knew was coming.  "Nothing, really.  I was
just startled because . . . you don't look very much like
her."
     
     Dee Dee pointed to the sofa.  Laura sat, but only on
the edge of it.  She was very nervous and figured she must
be going immediately.
     
     "That's why I said her father," Dee Dee explained.  "We
have different fathers."  She paused, looking at Laura.
"We're both short, though.  I think our mama's genes came
through in the short department."
     
     "Was he . . . ill?" Laura asked, nervously making
conversation.
     
     Poor Sara! she thought.
     
     Dee Dee nodded.  (Laura found herself wondering if she
should think of her as `Dee Dee' since she had called
herself Demetra.)  "He's been slowly dying for about a year.
I guess he finally reached the finish line."
     
     "Poor Sara," Laura said out loud.
     
     Dee Dee was sitting in a chair across from Laura.  She
lowered her face, looking out dourly from under her eyebrows
at Laura.  "You sure she didn't tell you all kinds of shit
about me?  I know you're special.  You and her are . . . how
should I say it, special friends?  She gets all blushy and
bubbly when she talks about you.  Laura this.  Laura that.
I spent the night over at Laura's.  Laura is just so sweet.
See?  Now what did she tell you about me?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Not a thing.  Really."
     
     Dee Dee frowned skeptically.  "Right."
     
     "I guess I'd better go.  If you talk to her on the
phone, tell her how sorry I am."
     
     Dee Dee's eyes flashed mischievously.  "Sorry he's
dying, or sorry she isn't here?"
     
     Laura ignored the question and started to get up.
     
     "Sit down, I'll get you a drink," Dee Dee said, softer
and more conciliatory now, rising too, gesturing for Laura
to sit back down.  "You want  a drink?  I can make us
martinis.  Or maybe you'd rather have weed."
     
     Laura sat back down.  Now she was feeling increasingly
uncomfortable, because the knowledge that Sara was halfway
across the country was allowing her to experience in full
the fact that Dee Dee was sensationally attractive.  The
more Laura looked at her, the more she allowed herself to
see that the girl was gorgeous.  She was very black, always
a physical turn-on for Laura, and her body was tightly
compact and curvaceous, not as fleshy as Sara's, harder,
younger, more athletic.  Under any other circumstances,
Laura knew, she would be dying to sleep with Dee Dee,
whether or not she was truly a drug addict, alcoholic, and
`equal opportunity fuckup,' as Sara put it.
     
     She also was finding it hard to come to terms with the
mental image she had formed of Dee Dee, influenced by Sara's
descriptions of her sister, and the actual person.  This was
not some ill-kempt, slatternly tramp and skanky crackhead,
who spent her days and nights snorting coke and slutting
around for kicks.  It was even hard to imagine she had had a
succession of abortions and venereal diseases.
     
     She looked so clean, intelligent, and well-mannered.
She might be a little sharp and skeptical, her black eyes a
little vacant and glassy now and then, but she seemed
educated and well-spoken.  Dee Dee could see Laura thinking.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I'd better leave."
     
     Clearly eager to have her stay, and not embarrassed
about showing it, Dee Dee went hurriedly over to her own
purse, which was lying on the dining table.
     
     "Maybe you'd rather have some candy cane."  She opened
the clasp and rummaged around in the purse.  "Believe it or
not, I think I've still got crackers in here too."
     
     "I . . . I'm not hungry," Laura smiled, demurely,
nervously, squirming, wanting to leave.
     
     Dee Dee turned her head and laughed out loud.  She was
really quite vivacious and beautiful when she laughed.  "I
don't mean those kind of crackers," she said.
     
     But then she realized that Laura did not have a clue
about what she was saying.  Slowly, she refastened the
clasp.  She came back over and sat down across from Laura.
     
     "How stupid of me," she said, genuinely chagrined.  "I
know you're Sara's friend.  She doesn't touch that stuff
either.  My bad.  Please forgive me."
     
     Laura found her embarrassment touching.  "Look, I'm
very confused about whether to call you Dee Dee or Demetra.
Which is it?"
     
     Dee Dee looked at her dourly again, even frowning a
little this time.  "Sure you won't have a drink with me?  I
hate drinking alone."
     
     Laura looked at her watch.  "Maybe one.  Not a martini,
though.  I think you shouldn't have a martini unless you're
within walking distance of your bed."  She giggled nervously
again.
     
     "Sara's got a bed," Dee Dee said, grinning, nodding her
head in the direction of the bedroom, as if she knew Laura
had spent some time in that bed, and in fact had been
planning on spending some more time there this evening.
     
     Laura looked down at her twisting fingers, trying
mightily to suppress another blush.  "I'm not talking about
that one."
     
     Again Dee Dee got to her feet.  This time she reached
down and touched Laura's nervously twisting hands with one
of her own, her fingers cool and very black and tapered,
salmon-pink on the undersides.  It was just a passing touch,
but almost tender and meaningful, somehow conveying that she
was sympathetic to Laura's anxiety.
     
     "You call me Dee Dee," she said softly.  "I hate
Demetra.  It's just my . . . real name, but I hate it."
     
     Laura looked up and smiled at her.  "I think it's kind
of pretty.  But I'll call you Dee Dee."
     
     "How about a little vodka and soda water with a twist
of lemon?  I also brought a bottle of rum for myself, the
kind with the lemon already in it."
     
     "Vodka is okay," Laura smiled.  "Not too strong.  I've
got to drive home."
     
     Dee Dee went into Sara's small kitchen and returned a
minute later with a vodka for Laura and a tall glass filled
with ice and rum for herself.  For the next hour she rambled
on about herself, while Laura sipped her vodka and listened,
trying to be attentive.
     
     Dee Dee had got a masters degree in sociology from UC
Davis.  This was something Sara had never mentioned.
     
     "I wrote my thesis on Theodore Adorno's Dialectic of
Enlightenment," she said, almost primly.  "You ever read
that?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  This was a whole new side of Dee
Dee that had not yet appeared.  While it was stupefyingly
dull to Laura, she nodded patiently, trying to follow Dee
Dee's train of thought.
     
     "'The fully enlightened earth radiates disaster
triumphant,'" Dee Dee intoned, somewhat pretentiously.
"That's a direct quote.  The total effect of the culture
industry is one of anti-enlightenment, in which, as
Horkeimer and Adorno pointed out, enlightenment, meaning the
progressive technical domination of nature, becomes mass
deception and is turned into a means for fettering
consciousness.  You know?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     "'It impedes the development of autonomous, independent
individuals who judge and decide consciously for
themselves.'  Also a direct quote."
     
     Laura smiled.  "From you, or from him?"
     
     "Oh, from him."  Dee Dee took a deep drink from her
glass of rum.  "I'm so eager to get back there, to graduate
school, I mean, because those shits and assholes are
stealing all my ideas.  I know they are.  I saw one of my
ideas published the other day in a journal I get."
     
     Laura's head was swimming.  This stunning girl, though
a crushing bore with all her pretentious allusions and glib
intellectual jargon, was nevertheless very bright,
articulate, and sharp.  She also seemed capable of putting
almost any intoxicant known to man into her body.  And a
delicious body it was, too.  Laura could not take her eyes
off it.  No wonder so many guys had been willing to sit
through this waterfall of gibberish to get to her pussy.
     
     "Why did you drop out?" Laura asked, calmly.
     
     Dee Dee's eyes briefly clouded over, and Laura wondered
if she had made a terrible gaffe, bringing up something that
was off limits, or desperately painful.  Probably the
latter, she soon realized.
     
     "Ran out of money," Dee Dee sniffed.  "And . . . I got
pregnant.  Had to . . . oh, you know . . ."  She took
another stiff drink of rum.
     
     Laura nodded.  "That's really too bad."
     
     "Let's not talk about that," Dee Dee said abruptly,
sniffing, brushing away whatever wetness might have been
there in her eyes with her wrist.
     
     Laura, who had only drank about a third of her drink,
which had been about half the size of Dee Dee's in the first
place, noticed that Dee Dee was nearly finished with hers.
Dee Dee was getting a little twinkly and giddy, now that she
had veered away from her intellectual and her maudlin moods.
Her eyes were still watering a little when she looked back
up, betraying a vulnerability that touched Laura.
     
     "You know," she said, almost flippantly, "you don't
look a thing like I thought you'd look."
     
     "Really."
     
     Dee Dee shook her head.  "You look like a model or
something.  Really gorgeous.  Where'd you ever get all that
hair?"
     
     Laura fluffed her hair self-consciously with the
fingers of one hand.  "Just grew, I guess."
     
     Dee Dee frowned.  "I think mine's falling out."
     
     Laura could not believe this, since Dee Dee's hair
rippled in luxurious, curly, dark coppery cascades around
her head to her shoulders.   But Dee Dee plucked at it with
two fingers, coming away with a few hairs, which she threw
to the floor.
     
     "Too much frying and boiling and twisting and scalding
it," she said.  "I'll be bald before I'm thirty."
     
     "Oh no!" Laura said, concerned.  "It's so beautiful."
     
     Dee Dee ignored her.
     
     "You really don't look like I thought you would," she
repeated.  "I mean . . . I know you and Sara are . . . you
know, getting jiggy.  And I don't really have a problem with
that.  I want you to know that.  But I just didn't think
you'd look like some super model.  I thought you'd look-"
     
     "Dykey?"
     
     Caught, Dee Dee squirmed uncomfortably and took a long
drink of rum, finished off her glass.  "I guess," she said,
very softly, almost inaudibly.  She stood up.  "I'm going to
get another drink.  Want one?"
     
     Laura held up her glass, still half full, so that Dee
Dee could see it, and shook her head.  You shouldn't have
one either, darling, her eyes said to Dee Dee.  You're
getting slightly crocked, my dear.
     
     When Dee Dee returned with a fresh glass of rum and
ice, Laura stood up.  "I guess I'd better be going . . .
while I can still drive."
     
     Dee Dee's face looked briefly panicked, an expression
that surprised Laura.  "Oh . . . don't," she said.  "Don't
go . . . please."
     
     Slowly, Laura sat back down.  "I really have to go
home.  I'm tired," she explained.  "I've been working all
day."
     
     Dee Dee's eyes suddenly became vacant and abstracted,
as Laura had seen them now and then since she had been
there.  But then her focus quickly came back.
     
     "You know, I've never had a lesbian experience," she
said, staring directly into Laura's eyes.  "I think maybe-"
     
     Laura abruptly stood up again, setting her glass down
on the side table firmly.  "I've got to go.  Don't say it."
     
     But she didn't move.  She couldn't move.  Dee Dee's
eyes held her.  There was total silence in Sara's apartment,
and they could hear one another breathing.  Laura wanted to
leave and wanted to stay at the same instant.  This is
Sara's sister, she kept telling herself, over and over.
This is Sara's sister.  Not some beautiful stranger.  Sara's
sister.
     
     "You know, lots of guys find me pretty attractive," Dee
Dee murmured, looking up at Laura.
     
     "I'm sure they do.  You are."  Laura could feel the
pulse beating in her throat.
     
     "Oh?"  Dee Dee gave her a slow half-smile.  "Am I
attractive to you?"
     
     Laura said nothing and did not move.
     
     "Maybe you need a little encouragement?"
     
     Dee Dee wore a thin white sweater with a cable-knit
pattern in it.  She slowly lifted it up from the bottom,
pulling it over her head, slipping it off her wrists.  She
wore a stark white bra, which was fantastically alluring as
a contrast to her deeply black and very smooth skin.  Laura
was paralyzed with lust.
     
     Dee Dee could see it.  Her black eyes flickered.  "It
opens in the front," she whispered, looking down, as Laura
was, at her bra.  "Want me to open it?"
     
     Now Laura did tear herself away.  She turned her head.
She stumbled a few steps away from the sofa, toward the
front door, snatching up her purse almost as an
afterthought.
     
     "I . . . really do . . . have to go," she stammered.
     
     Dee Dee was right behind her, lurching a little, having
had too much to drink.  She grabbed Laura's elbow.
     
     "Laura . . . look . . . stay.  Please stay.  Look,
here, feel this . . ."
     
     She took one of Laura's hands and placed it on her
naked flesh, on her back, just below the line of her bra.
She had caught Laura next to the door and pushed Laura away
from it, backing her into the wall.  Laura could smell the
rum on Dee Dee's breath, but the warmth and incredible
smooth resilience of her taut flesh under Laura's fingers
was nearly fatal.  Laura couldn't take her hand away.
     
     "I want you to do it with me," Dee Dee breathed, her
breath soaked in rum.  "I want to know what Sara knows.  I
want you to make me as happy as you make her."
     
     "Oh Dee Dee . . . we can't," Laura gasped, desperate
now to escape.
     
     "I have a nice body," Dee Dee purred, half-drunkenly.
"Want to see it?  Here, I'll let you see my boobs.  They're
smaller than Sara's but they're really nice.  Here . . . let
me-"
     
     "No," Laura almost wailed, slapping Dee Dee's hand away
from her bra clasp, between the cups.  "Let me go, Dee Dee,"
she pleaded.  "I . . . I love Sara.  I . . . can't do this."
     
     Dee Dee looked half-hypnotized, either by sex or drink,
or both.  "She won't know.  I won't tell her."  She lifted
one eyebrow sexily.  "I know you won't tell her."
     
     "There won't be anything to tell," Laura panted, not
knowing whether she was breathing hard out of sexual
excitement or desperation.  Probably both, she realized.
"Now, please let me go."
     
     Dee Dee eased up and stepped back, as if chastened,
sobered even, by Laura's refusal.  Then Laura could see an
odd glint of madness, mixed with a remote, ambiguous pain,
pass briefly through the girl's eyes as Dee Dee again raised
her fingers to her bra, between the cups, and quickly
released the catch.  The cups fell away.
     
     Laura didn't let her eyes leave Dee Dee's, even though
the bra now sagged around Dee Dee's arms, her breasts
completely naked.  Then, as if yielding to the inevitable,
she glanced down at them.  When a beautiful woman bared her
breasts and asked you to look, there was not a force in the
universe that could make you not look.
     
     Dee Dee was right.  Her breasts were beautiful.  They
were as unlike Sara's as possible, small and pert, upswept,
with large but not huge nipples, not the mammoth, soft,
puffy areolas that Sara had, but much blacker, coal black,
like April's.  Laura looked up again, quickly.
     
     "Let me go, Dee Dee," she pleaded, alarmed to hear the
desperate, imploring tone of her voice.  "I have to go."
     
     Dee Dee looked at her in disbelief.  Clearly she could
not believe that anyone, male or female, would turn down her
delicious, half-naked, sleek black body.  Laura couldn't
believe it either but was biting down as hard as she could
on her determination, clenching her teeth, making fists,
trying to summon up the last ounce of her strength and
loyalty.
     
     Slowly, agonizingly disconsolate, Dee Dee pulled the
bra cups back over her naked breasts and fastened the clasp
between them.  Her lovely face was blank, desolate.  She was
also, as Laura knew, not a little drunk, and appeared woozy
and confused.
     
     Laura put a hand on her arm.  "I hope you'll
understand."
     
     Dee Dee gave her a semblance of a nod, her eyes now (or
am I wrong? Laura wondered) showing a stricken look, a
horrible wound of rejection, which made Laura feel doubly
bad.
     
     "It's okay . . ." Dee Dee said in a soft voice, moving
back so that Laura could get to the door.
     
     "I think you're so beautiful," Laura stammered
awkwardly.  "Really.  I just . . . can't.  You know?  Sara-"
     
     "I know," Dee Dee cut her off.  "Sara always has all
the luck."
     
     Oh no! Laura thought.  Oh god.  How can I leave her
like this?  "Are you going to be okay?"
     
     Dee Dee sniffed and looked away.  "I'm okay."
     
     Still Laura did not leave, feeling incapable of taking
the last step out the door.  "It was so nice meeting you."
     
     Dee Dee said nothing, looking out the window, which was
about twenty-five feet away from them.
     
     "Dee Dee . . . don't you want to come downstairs and
lock up the door after me?" Laura prompted.
     
     Dee Dee nodded.  "You go ahead.  I'll lock it in a
minute."
     
     Laura put her hand on the knob.  "Okay.  Please . . .
call me if you need to talk.  I'm sure Sara has my number in
her book."
     
     Dee Dee smiled ruefully, her eyes reflecting so much
ambiguous emotional pain that Laura could scarcely bear to
look into them.  "Oh yeah . . . she has a whole page just
for you.  With little hearts and shit scrawled all around
the edges."
     
     Laura felt her blood leap up with joy at this
unsolicited news, but it was wholly inappropriate to show
it.  She gulped.  "That's nice," she said, lamely.  "Okay,
I'll be going."
     
     "Bye, Laura."
     
     "Goodbye.  Please get some sleep.  Don't go out like .
. . this."
     
     "I won't."
     
     Laura left her staring blankly out the window and let
herself out down below.
     
     
     
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     Unable to drive straight home because of her own
emotional turmoil, Laura drove to Baker Beach instead and
sat in her car, looking at the surf and at a huge rolling
bank of fog steaming in over the Golden Gate Bridge.  She
had not been part of such a painful scene for a long time.
She and Shontay had clashed and abraded one another
emotionally, of course, but it was not because Laura refused
to sleep with her.  And anyway, Shontay was an outward
success in life, at least.  But Dee Dee appeared to be a
wreck, in spite of Laura's first impression of her as a
smart, attractive, articulate girl.
     
     She had not seen anyone hurting so much for a long
time.  Dee Dee was glib and even charming, but below the
surface there was a constant undercurrent of pain.  Some
people could handle it and others couldn't, Laura reflected.
God, she drank almost two tall glasses of rum just while I
was there.  No wonder Sara is always nervous about what will
become of her.
     
     On the other hand, Laura was proud of herself.  Just a
little.  Sara's sister might be completely out of control
when it came to alcohol or other drugs-Laura, even though
na<ve, clearly realized that several illegal substances had
been offered to her in the space of only a few minutes-but
she was also shockingly gorgeous, much more beautiful in any
conventional sense than Sara herself, delectably black and
alluring, and sexually receptive.  I could have fucked her
in a minute, Laura realized.  She almost begged me to.
     
     But I was strong.  Sara's own sister . . . the very
thought of it makes me shudder.  What if she found out.
God, it would be over.  I'd lose her.  Laura recalled what
Dee Dee had said, almost with a sneer, about Sara having
devoted an entire page to Laura in her phone book,
embroidered with hearts.  This made her feel warm all over,
tingly with happiness, and yet the moment by the door as she
was leaving kept coming back to her.  She couldn't get the
image of Dee Dee's delectable half-naked body out of her
mind either.
     
     I did want her, she thought.  Who wouldn't want her?
That's why she was so hurt when I turned her down.  Oh god,
I hope she's all right!  She was getting so drunk.  What if
she went out somewhere?  No wonder Sara is always tracking
her down.
     
     Still suffering from this confused welter of feelings,
Laura finally, reluctantly, drove home.  She took a shower,
pulled on a thin nylon housecoat, and fixed herself a small
broiled steak, then sat down to watch a little TV, thinking
warmly of Sara and purposely staving off any unwelcome
thoughts of Dee Dee.
     
     She dozed and was awakened by her doorbell twenty
minutes later.  Since hardly anyone knew she now lived here,
she approached the door warily, peeking through the security
peephole, then turning on the porch light.  Dee Dee was
there, still weaving, apparently still drunk but not looking
much worse than she had earlier.
     
     "Oh shit," Laura cursed under her breath.  She quickly
opened the door.  "Dee Dee . . . how did you get here?"
     
     Dee Dee giggled, acting a little ashamed.  "I've got
Sara's car.  She left me the keys."
     
     "You didn't drive over here."
     
     Dee Dee grinned mawkishly.  "I've got a drunk driver's
license."
     
     Laura was determined not to invite her in.  What am I
going to do? she asked herself.  Of course Dee Dee was not
fall-down drunk.  She was tipsy, not completely wasted.
Maybe I can drive her home or something, Laura figured.
     
     "I came over to see if you changed your mind," Dee Dee
said, now fixing Laura's gaze with her eyes, which were
pulsing and smoking.
     
     "How did you find this place?"
     
     "Sara has your address written down in her book.  You
know, on that `I Love Laura' page I told you about."  She
frowned.  "I have to pee."
     
     Exasperated, Laura felt herself weakening.  She
couldn't just leave her out there.  "But if I let you in,
you have to promise me we can have a cup of coffee together
and sober you up a little," she lectured, feeling smarmy and
righteous, hating herself for feeling that way.
     
     Now Dee Dee began to wince and shift back and forth on
her feet.  "I'm not kidding.  I really have to go bad."  She
was half-squealing now, looking desperate.  "It just all
came on me at once.  Please."
     
     Laura knew how it felt.  You could be holding it off,
holding it off, then it came on in a rush.
     
     "I'm gonna wet my pants, Laura!"
     
     "Yes . . . yes!" Laura quickly threw open the door.
"Down the hall on the left," she pointed.
     
     Dee Dee raced to the bathroom, leaving Laura standing,
totally shocked and befuddled, by the open door.  Slowly,
she closed it.
     
     When Dee Dee emerged from the bathroom, Laura was
already in the kitchen making coffee.  Dee Dee found her
there.
     
     "It'll keep me awake," she said.  "I never drink
coffee.  I don't like the taste."
     
     "You're drinking some now.  Go in and sit down and I'll
bring it to you."
     
     "I'd rather stay here.  With you."
     
     Laura acted as if she were ignoring Dee Dee's words,
but she heard every one.  When the coffee was ready, she
poured her a cup and handed it to her.  "Nothing's going to
happen, Dee Dee," she said firmly.  "I already told you
that."
     
     For the first time, Dee Dee flirted overtly with Laura,
smiling coyly, her black eyes flashing.  But she said
nothing.  Laura had to swallow.  Dee Dee, in spite of her
affectations and self-destructiveness, was infinitely
desirable.
     
     God, she's making it so hard on me! Laura thought,
unable to take her eyes off the girl's firm, impossibly
beautiful bottom as Dee Dee walked out of the kitchen,
carefully holding her cup of hot coffee.  It was an ass
every bit as beautiful as Chanitra's or Jane's.  Black women
as a rule seemed to have beautiful asses, but some were a
cut above the rest.  This one was near the top.  And I'll
never be able to touch it, Laura thought, almost mournfully.
     
     She had poured herself a half cup too and sat down
across from Dee Dee on the famous white sofa, while Dee Dee
sat in the easy chair.  Actually, Dee Dee looked fresher
now, not as drunk as she had looked on the front steps.  She
had washed her face in the bathroom.  Her eyes were clearer.
     
     "So . . ." Laura said, not wanting the conversation to
veer back to Dee Dee's reasons for `dropping in'.  "Tell me
more about Theodoro . . . whatever his name was."
     
     Dee Dee looked momentarily cross, then smiled, raising
her eyebrows in an `oh brother!' expression.  "Theodore
Adorno," she said in measured tones.  "He was a very
important thinker. Adorno is central to any discussion of
postmodernity, because he has had a formative influence on
the philosophical assumptions of postmodern thought."
     
     "No kidding.  How come I never heard of him?  I mean,
I'm not exactly an intellectual, but I know about Freud . .
. and Sartre . . . and, you know, Marx . . . and . . ."
     
     Dee Dee made a face.  It was not an uproariously funny
face, not the kind Sara often made, but it was droll and
indulgent.  "Maybe we should talk about something else.  I'm
kind of out of practice anyway since I've been away from it
so long."
     
     "How long?"
     
     Dee Dee sighed.  "Almost a year."  She looked away.  "I
guess I don't really want to talk about that either.  It
depresses me."  She sat her coffee mug down on the side
table.  "Why don't you show me around?  Didn't you just move
in here?  Sara said it was a new place.  I really dig all
the trees and the fog outside.  It's cozy and warm.  Show me
the rest of it."
     
     "It's nothing special.  Just like an apartment."
     
     But Dee Dee stood up, looking around the room.  "Come
on . . . show me.  I was just a graduate student, living in
a hovel.  I like to see how other people live.  Show me the
bedrooms.  Do you have another bathroom back there?"
     
     She wandered off toward the hallway, and Laura stood up
to follow her.  This time she disciplined herself not to
look down at Dee Dee's spectacular ass.  Nothing is going to
happen, she repeated to herself, as she had told Dee Dee.
You are Sara's sister.  Sara has a whole page devoted just
to me in her phone book.  She cares about me after all . . .
the same way I care about her.  I am not going to do
anything-anything!-to endanger that.
     
     "Wow, look at what a big bed you have," Dee Dee said as
she peeped into Laura's dim bedroom.
     
     Laura said nothing.  She always left a small bedside
lamp lighted, but it was very weak, just enough to light the
way so you wouldn't trip.  Dee Dee turned and leaned back
against the doorjamb, looking at Laura.  Her pose, it seemed
to Laura, was very provocative, her head cocked slightly to
the side, her mouth uptilted, her body somehow gracefully
arranged in an attitude of sexual receptivity, if not
temptation.  She's been seducing people-men-for years, Laura
thought.  She knows exactly how to do it.
     
     "Show me the master bathroom," Dee Dee said.  "I like
to see them.  They're always so much more luxurious than the
other one."
     
     Laura shrugged and walked over to it.  Her bathroom,
while certainly a little more sybaritic than the guest
bathroom down the hall, was nothing special, certainly not
measuring up, in Laura's mind, to the gold-and-marble
splendor she remembered Ada's townhouse master bathroom to
be, for example.  The bathroom where we fucked in the
shower, for the very first time, Laura thought, tingling
with secret guilt and erotic excitement at the brief memory.
God, we had fun in that bathroom!  Dear Ada.  I hope she's
okay.  I hope she remembers it too.
     
     Dee Dee looked around the bathroom, though, as if it
were the purest Roman luxury.  "Oh god, you have a jacuzzi
bathtub," she exclaimed, going over to it and inspecting it
minutely.
     
     "Oh . . . right.  I guess I forgot."
     
     Having used it infrequently in the brief time she had
lived there, Laura had not really got used to having it yet.
     
     "Oh god, I would die to take a bath in that," Dee Dee
said.
     
     "You could just sink back into some bubbles . . . and
read Theodoro . . . or something . . ." Laura grinned.
     
     Dee Dee scowled at her.  "You're patronizing me,
Laura."
     
     "I am not.  I mean, sorry if I sounded like that."
     
     "Anyway, you wouldn't let me," Dee Dee pouted.  "You're
trying to get rid of me."
     
     "I'm trying to get you sober enough to drive home, if
that's what you mean.  Now scoot for a minute and let me use
the toilet.  I'll be right out."
     
     Four minutes later, when Laura emerged from the
bathroom, she found Dee Dee, dressed only in her underwear,
astonishingly black now that lots of her body was visible,
standing by the open bureau drawer and holding up the Double
Penetrator in both hands, scrutinizing it with a look of
delighted wonder on her face.  In a quick glance, Laura saw
her clothes piled on the chair by the vanity table.
     
     "I hope you don't mind . . ." she drawled blandly,
looking over at Laura's shocked face.  "I found your little
treasure drawer."
     
     Laura could feel herself blushing about as deep purple
as an eggplant, and it wasn't because she was embarrassed
but outraged.  She didn't know what to do.  She couldn't
just throw her out.  She would have to make her put her
clothes back on first.  How could you make somebody do that,
if they refused?  She didn't want to go over to her either
because the closer she got, the more she knew she was in
danger of succumbing to this delicious girl's half-naked
body.
     
     She went over to her anyway, unable to think of
anything else.  Laura was very confused and exasperated.
Others had tempted her this way-notably Jane, Mavis-but they
had been coy and teasing about it, sparkling with devilish
mischief and droll provocation.  But Dee Dee, as Laura had
noticed from the start, was completely humorless about it.
In fact, she was completely humorless about everything,
which was startling enough, considering that she was Sara's
sister.  Sara, who could barely get out more than two
sentences without a joke.
     
     There was another difference.  With both Jane and
Mavis, Laura had given in without a thought, but she was
determined not to give in to Dee Dee.  The stakes were too
high.  Still, it was very hard.
     
     Dee Dee was perfectly formed.   She had a beautiful,
small, shapely body, and smooth, deeply black skin, skin
like Charise's or Cecilia's or Dawn's skin, incredibly
smooth, glowing in the half-light with a fine dark sheen.
It was all Laura could do not to extend her hand and touch
the girl.  She had already touched Dee Dee's body once, back
in Sara's apartment, when Dee Dee had grabbed her hand and
pressed it against her back and side.  It seemed like the
feel of the warm, smooth, resilient flesh was still
imprinted on Laura's palm.
     
     "You have to put your clothes back on," Laura said
calmly.
     
     Dee Dee acted as if she had not heard Laura.  She held
up the Double Penetrator between them, running one slender
black finger up and down the inner curve of the lengthier
lower appendage.  Her eyes were wide and shiny, and a little
glazed again, as if her sexual plans had re-energized her
earlier half-drunken state and left her woozy and
overheated.
     
     "Did you use this on Sara?" she asked Laura softly,
eyes big with wonder.
     
     Although it was a shockingly impertinent question, Dee
Dee seemed to ask it in a daze, as if she had no idea what
she was saying.  She almost seemed to be sunk in some sort
of hypnotic trance.  Laura wanted to snap at her that her
question was uncalled for, but she sensed it was useless.
She merely shook her head slowly.
     
     "Anal sex is rad," Dee Dee breathed, her eyes pulsing
and shining.
     
     She looked through the Double Penetrator's two
upthrusting, obscene stalks at Laura.  Dee Dee's eyes,
though glazed, were smoldering.  The sexual tension in the
bedroom was electric and palpable.
     
     "Why don't you want me?" Dee Dee whispered.  She
lowered the Double Penetrator so that they could see one
another more clearly, without having to look through it.
     
     "I do," Laura admitted softly, realizing as she said it
that it gave Dee Dee her big victory.  There was no way she
would leave now.  "But I can't."
     
     The bed was only about six feet away.  Dee Dee tossed
the Double Penetrator onto it.  Still not smiling, she
reached back into the drawer and pulled out one of the ball
gags, the one with the single strap attached on each side to
a shiny red rubber ball.  Her other hand brought up the
handcuffs.  She dangled them in front of Laura's face.
     
     "These too.  I like it . . . rough  . . . sometimes."
     
     Oh god! Laura thought, knowing her anguish showed on
her face.  "Dee Dee . . . I can't.  Please . . . don't push
me."
     
     Dee Dee tossed the gag and the handcuffs on the bed
too.  Her fingers went to the clasp between her bra cups and
undid it again.  Her bra fell open.  She moved closer to
Laura.  Again Laura could smell the rum on her breath.
     
     "You want to fuck me," Dee Dee whispered.  "I know you
do."  She shrugged off her limp bra straps and let the bra
fall to the floor between them.  Her wonderful small black
breasts jiggled.  "I'm better than Sara," she whispered.
"I'll bet she won't let you fuck her in the ass."
     
     "I . . . I never tried," Laura said, finding it hard to
speak now, her breath coming faster.
     
     Now Dee Dee's hands came up to Laura's face, her cool
slim fingers lightly touching Laura's cheeks, then moving
back into Laura's hair.
     
     "I never had such a hard time getting anybody to fuck
me as you, Laura," she murmured, bringing her mouth right up
to Laura's.
     
     Laura was lost.  In a brief twinge of self-awareness,
she felt the warm nectars in her pussy almost overflowing,
even trickling down her inner thigh, since she was wearing
no panties under her housecoat.  Dee Dee's sensual lips
brushed her cheek.
     
     "Oh . . . no . . . please," she whimpered softly, but
by this time Dee Dee knew she didn't mean it.
     
     "You want to fuck me," Dee Dee whispered, pressing her
lips now into Laura's.
     
     Laura's mouth opened, and Dee Dee's tongue was inside
it in an instant.  Instead of embracing Laura, she dropped
her hands to Laura's and drew them up to her naked breasts,
placing one of Laura's hands on each one.  They were
marvelously firm and warm, and Laura's breath quickened at
the feel of Dee Dee's soft nipples pushing into her palms.
     
     Now that Laura was holding her breasts, Dee Dee opened
Laura's housecoat and slipped her own hands inside.  "Ooohh,
Laura, you have a nice body," she breathed, running her
hands all over Laura's hot flesh.
     
     Laura was now kissing her smooth black neck, and her
ear.  "Dee Dee . . . we shouldn't be doing this," she
panted, squeezing the small globes in her hands, then
twisting Dee Dee's soft black nipples with her thumbs and
forefingers.
     
     "Mmmm, you want to do it," Dee Dee breathed, kissing
Laura's neck too, finally cupping Laura's breasts with her
own hands.  "You want to fuck the shit out of me.  I can see
it in your eyes."
     
     "Yes," Laura gasped.
     
     "Come over here."
     
     Dee Dee drew Laura over to the bed, grabbing the
bedspread and pulling it down while still clinging to
Laura's body-her hand still under Laura's housecoat-with one
hand, as if she were afraid Laura would change her mind and
escape.  Laura felt so funny.  It was all such a switch,
with someone dragging her to the bed, instead of the other
way around.
     
     But since they were going to do it, there was no way
she could keep her hands off Dee Dee's body.  Dee Dee stood
up again after pulling down the bedspread, and Laura was all
over her.  She dug her fingers into Dee Dee's long naked
back, and dropped her hands to the girl's phenomenal ass,
slipping them under the elastic band of Dee Dee's panties.
She nearly drove her tongue down Dee Dee's throat.
     
     "See . . . I knew you wanted me," Dee Dee panted into
Laura's shoulder, breaking off their flaming kiss, letting
her lips slide down to Laura's breasts.  "I think I can get
into this lesbian thing easy."
     
     Groping and grasping and sucking one another's flesh,
they fell onto the bed, face to face.  Laura quickly
struggled out of her loose housecoat and then almost ripped
Dee Dee's panties trying to get them down her squirming
legs.  Dee Dee scooped up one of Laura's breasts in her palm
and immediately sucked Laura's nipple deep into her mouth.
     
     "Unhhh!" Laura gasped.  "Oh . . . god!"
     
     "Mmmm . . . this is fun.  I never did this before."
Dee Dee looked up.  "Does that feel as good to you as it
feels to me?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!"
     
     "Can I do the other one?"
     
     Laura nodded, biting her lower lip, waiting for the
thrilling squirt of sexual fire that shot through her whole
body when Dee Dee sharply sucked her nipple.
     
     "Anngghh!"
     
     Dee Dee was like a hot whirlwind.  Even though still
half-drunk, she wasn't slow, or sloppy.  She was fast and
urgent, her mouth searing and sucking Laura's breasts
hungrily, while Laura whimpered and moaned, almost
overwhelmed by the suddenness of this hot sex she had been
trying to avoid.  She could not keep her hands or her mouth
off Dee Dee's sleek young flesh either.
     
     Laura rolled the girl onto her back, kissing her naked
body everywhere, unable to get enough of Dee Dee's sleek
black skin, licking it, licking her shoulders, her
collarbones, her neck, her throat, then descending to her
marvelous young breasts.  She bunched them up in her hands
and began to lick Dee Dee's coal-black nipples sensually,
curling her tongue around them, watching them harden,
watching the nubby centers rise and the areolas wrinkle as
Dee Dee became more aroused.
     
     "Oh . . . unhhh!" Dee Dee panted, watching Laura,
whimpering.  "Oh god . . . Laura . . . oh . . . please . .
."
     
     Laura knew how to make a woman quiver and beg.  If this
was Dee Dee's first girl-girl experience, Laura was
determined to make it as earthshaking as possible, and she
began here, with these marvelous pert little black doves,
Dee Dee's upswept young breasts, so firm and resilient.  She
toyed with Dee Dee's very black nipples until they were
shiny and wet and stiff, and Dee Dee herself was cawing and
gurgling, dying for Laura to suck them.
     
     "Honey, your boobs are so pretty," Laura murmured,
slurping  Dee Dee's nipples thirstily.  "And your beautiful
nipples are so black and shiny."
     
     "Oh . . . suck!" Dee Dee gasped, her head falling back
after the effort of keeping it up so long to watch Laura's
mouth and fingers on her breasts.  "Please, Laura . . . do
it!  Do it hard!"
     
     "Mmmm . . . like this?"
     
     "Unngghh!"
     
     Dee Dee stiffened, then relaxed, following the same
rhythm Laura's body had fallen into earlier in the same
situation.  Her nipple was still inside Laura's mouth, but
Laura had momentarily relaxed the grip of her lips on it,
and Dee Dee was enjoying the fierce wave of pleasure that
shot through her when Laura sucked harder.  Now Laura did
suck it harder, pulling it way in, lashing the rubbery wet
bud with her tongue, feeling Dee Dee's body shake.
     
     "Unngghh!" Dee Dee groaned again.
     
     She lifted her head again momentarily, her eyes red and
wild, looking at Laura, who now shifted her mouth to Dee
Dee's other delectable breast.
     
     "Yesssss . . . suck it suck it suck it!" she chanted,
half-panting in some kind of wild sexual dementia that
jolted Laura's own lust up a notch.
     
     Oh god, I really want this hot girl! Laura realized.  I
can't help myself!  I want to swallow her, to eat her alive.
She is so beautiful, so hot!
     
     She sucked Dee Dee's other nipple deep into her mouth,
now holding Dee Dee's small breast in both hands, kneading
the round firm flesh, pinching her thick wet nipple between
her tongue and the roof of her mouth, until Dee Dee was
literally thrashing and moaning under her.
     
     Laura really mouth-mauled Dee Dee's beautiful small
breasts, first one, then the other, then back again, not
letting up, sensing that Dee Dee did not want her to let up.
In the back of Laura's mind, even though she did not let the
thought get anywhere near her present consciousness, was the
certainty that this would never happen again.  She had done
what she could to prevent it from happening at all, but
since that hadn't worked, she knew she and Dee Dee would
never share this moment again, and she had to make the most
of it.  Her lust, having been unsuccessfully bottled up and
suppressed, seemed doubly strong now as she unleashed it on
the lovely writhing woman who whimpered and moaned under her
on the bed.
     
     "Oh god . . .  oh god!" Dee Dee groaned hoarsely,
holding Laura's head in her hands as Laura's mouth moved
from one wet, erect, rubbery black nipple to the other.
"Ungghh!"
     
     Soon Laura moved lower.  She wanted all of Dee Dee, all
of her delicious black body, every inch, every crevice,
every moist secret.  Her lips skimmed across the girl's taut
stomach and she quickly realized that Dee Dee had
magnificent abs, which Laura had not noticed before, firm
but contoured ridges of hard muscle beneath the sleek smooth
skin.
     
     "Mmmm . . . you've got a hard stomach," Laura purred,
kissing it everywhere, feeling an especially rhapsodic
lechery now, an even more consuming hunger for the girl's
luscious body.
     
     "I . . . used to work out . . . when I lived up in
Davis . . ." Dee Dee panted, raising her hands now to her
wet nipples and scissoring them with her fingers while
Laura's lips explored every last inch of her beautiful
stomach.
     
     "I love your body," Laura murmured, letting her hands
precede her mouth, dropping them to Dee Dee's crotch.
     
     Since Laura wanted every inch of her, she desperately
wanted Dee Dee's pussy too, wanted to suck and lick it and
fuck it with her tongue and her fingers.  She could not help
but remember, however, Sara's stories about how many times
Dee Dee had had the clap, syphilis, who could say what other
venereal diseases.  She still didn't know whether that could
all be true, but her whole experience with Dee Dee had been
a weird appearance-vs.-reality exercise, a two-way one,
really, in which Dee Dee did not appear to be what she
seemed, and at the same time was different somehow from the
picture painted of her by Sara.  How could this sweet,
beautiful creature, who looked about seventeen though she
was at least twenty-four, who was clean and bright and
articulate, though a little humorless, who was vulnerable
and self-destructive but also personable and soft and
sensual, how could this be the same girl as the promiscuous
drug addict and alcoholic sometime crack-house resident that
Sara described?  It was all too bizarre for Laura.
     
     I want her pussy, Laura thought, but I don't dare eat
her pussy.  I know it's an insult, in a way, but I can't do
it.
     
     Her fingers brushed a small metal object.  She smiled
and slid down further between Dee Dee's yawning thighs.
There it was, a small silvery pussy ring, right at the top,
hooked through Dee Dee's clitoral hood, just like Sara's.
God, it must run in the family or something, Laura thought
indulgently.  Below the tiny ring Dee Dee's long, juice-
slick black pussy lips parted to reveal the hot wet red
flesh inside, the glistening feast Laura wanted so badly but
was convinced she had to deny herself.
     
     "You've got one of those rings," she murmured, flicking
it with the tip of her finger.
     
     Dee Dee smiled at her, but her smile was half-laced
with sexual torment and need.  "Never mind that," she
panted.  "Aren't you going to use these?"
     
     She fished around beside her leg on the bed with one
hand until she came up with the handcuffs, and the ball-gag.
Laura, having pretty much abandoned such toys, and having in
fact forgotten all about them in her overheated desire to
consume as much of Dee Dee's delectable naked body as
possible, could not prevent a dour frown from spreading
briefly across her face.
     
     "Are you sure you want that?"
     
     Dee Dee nodded.  "I want it."  She could see Laura's
reluctance.  "I want you to fuck me so hard I scream."
     
     "I can do that without . . . those things," Laura said,
barely concealing her disgust, which she realized she was
partly using to cover up her real excitement at the idea.
     
     Dee Dee glowered at her, a glare both of fierce sexual
need and sharp anger.  She pushed both implements roughly in
Laura's direction.
     
     "Okay . . . okay," Laura shrugged.
     
     She had certainly done this before, though not for many
months.  First, she drew up Dee Dee's arms and handcuffed
her wrists to the left corner bedpost.  Dee Dee seemed to
drop into a trance of anticipation.  She looked up
passively, fascinated, at Laura as Laura handcuffed her.
     
     Now that her arms were stretched upward, her whole
torso was unnaturally distorted but in a very alluring way,
her ribcage protruding a little, her breasts pulled up, her
hard stomach more exposed and beautiful than ever.  It was
an unnatural, tortuous position, but, Laura realized, wildly
erotic.  She ran her hands over Dee Dee's body, squeezing
her breasts again, pinching her sensitive nipples
meaningfully, caressing her smoothly rippling abs.
     
     "You are so gorgeous, Dee Dee," she purred, meaning
every word.
     
     "You want to fuck me," Dee Dee panted, almost unable to
speak now from being so sexually excited.  "Say it."
     
     "Yes . . . I want to fuck you.  I want to fuck you
bad."
     
     "Then put that thing on."
     
     Dee Dee's eyes raced to the Double Penetrator at the
end of the bed.  Laura's eyes darted to it too, and she felt
a hot rush of blood gushing throughout her body, a hot pulse
throbbing wildly in her pussy and her throat.  Only she and
Dawn, among her lovers, had used it on each other, but those
experiences had nearly burnt the bed down on the spot.  The
device was magical and wicked with erotic potential, and she
would never have suggested it to anyone, especially the
first time.  But Dee Dee was a special case.  Laura would
never have her again, and she was apparently a holy demon
for fucking.
     
     "Are you sure?"
     
     "Yes!"  She also grabbed the ball-gag in one hand and
held it up.  "And this too."
     
     Okay, honey, if you want it, Laura thought.  God knows
I can deliver it.  She hopped off the bed and returned
briefly to the half-open bureau drawer, retrieving the hip
harness.  Dee Dee again watched her in fascination.  Laura's
fingers shook a little as she tried to snap the huge obscene
device into place, but she took a deep breath and fastened
it tight the second time.  She slipped into the harness
quickly.
     
     "God, will you look at that thing?" Dee Dee laughed, a
little nervously, Laura thought, as Laura walked toward her
and the two huge curved prongs bobbed up and down.  "I'm
going to faint, I think."
     
     Laura smiled, a half-sinister, half-sensual smile that
seemed to come naturally to the wearer of the apparatus.
She had noticed Dawn making the same smile at her.  She
climbed up onto the bed again with Dee Dee, slowly taking
the ball-gag from her hand.
     
     "You're going to wish you could faint," she whispered
with erotic menace, slowly looping the straps around Dee
Dee's head and fastening the buckle at the back.
     
     To emphasize Dee Dee's powerlessness, Laura brushed her
own naked breasts across Dee Dee's face before straightening
back up, loving the thrillingly wicked feel of the rubber
ball brushing her own excited nipples.  Honey, I'm
forgetting all about Sara from this moment forward.  You and
I are going to go up in smoke.  There won't be a wisp left.
     
     Dee Dee was equally excited.  Now she had to breathe
solely through her nostrils, and she was chuffing and
gurgling, squirming as Laura's hands again roamed over her
marvelous naked body.  But her eyes showed no fear.  They
were hard and clear, as if this moment had sobered her up
completely.  Her eyes bored into Laura, daring her, taunting
her, almost goading Laura into giving her a sexual
experience she would never forget.
     
     Moving slowly, almost as if in slow-motion, to
emphasize every little detail, Laura removed the bottle of
baby oil from the bedside table drawer, uncapping it and
spreading oil all over her forefinger.  Her eyes went to Dee
Dee's, who was watching in almost paralyzed awe.  Laura put
the bottle back on the table.
     
     "We want to make it easier for Mr. Ass Rammer here,
don't we," she said, almost under her breath.
     
     With her dry hand, she reached down and spread apart
Dee Dee's incredible buns.  It was a moment of almost
breathtaking sexual excitement for Laura, because by now Dee
Dee's wet pussy was completely blossomed, its shiny pink
inner folds all buttery and raw and inviting.  And below it
Dee Dee's miraculous ass, which she was touching with her
fingers, was enough to make Laura herself faint with desire.
     
     She actually regretted that she couldn't turn Dee Dee
over and fuck her from the rear, although she wanted to fuck
her this way too, missionary style, so that she could look
at her face, and touch her breasts.  Even though the
Penetrator was shaped for frontal assault, with the top
shaft fatter and a little shorter than the thinner bottom
one, she had actually fucked Dawn from the rear often with
it, since Dawn loved the contrast, and could take either
shaft either way.
     
     But she would have to make do with what they had
already arranged.  Without much warning, she slipped her
greased finger up into Dee Dee's rectum.
     
     "Mnnggggg!" Dee Dee grunted into the gag, her luscious
black body stiffening, water coming quickly to her eyes.
     
     "Oh yes . . . you have a tight little asshole between
these absolutely gorgeous buns, don't you," Laura purred to
her, fucking it slowly, gently, probing, loosening.  "We
have to make way for Mr. Ass Rammer."
     
     "Ummgghh!" Dee Dee groaned again, nodded, wincing, as
Laura slipped in a second finger to widen the passage even
more.
     
     By now Laura herself was so sexually aroused that she
felt a fierce urge simply to throw herself onto the
beautiful girl and fuck her in wild, heated abandon.  And
she realized that Dee Dee was just as hot, her cunt oozing,
her breath labored, her fantastic hard stomach rising and
falling, her thighs clenching, her coal-black nipples
swirling as her torso surged and writhed.  Oh god, you are
so lovely . . . so desirable! Laura thought, desperately.
How can you be Sara's sister?  How can I be doing this?
     
     Dee Dee's black eyes were wide and shiny, imploring
Laura, begging to be taken, ravished, consumed, and Laura
was dying to do it.  She removed her wet fingers from Dee
Dee's ass, wiping them hastily on the sheet, and used the
same hand to guide both monstrous appendages toward Dee
Dee's well-lubricated passages.  The upper prong, of course,
slid easily into the girl's puckered wet pussy-it was fat
enough to stretch her glistening black cunt lips taut as it
sank in, causing a tight little groan deep in Dee Dee's
chest-but even though Laura had loosened it, Dee Dee's
asshole still clenched tight to prevent the bottom one from
sliding in fast.
     
     "Ommnggg!" Dee Dee grunted, her eyes watering again as
she looked down at the huge stalks protruding from her groin
in a sort of mild panic, her nostrils flaring, as Laura
pushed with her hips slowly forward, inching them in.
     
     "Just a little . . . more . . ." she panted, also
watching, as the last few inches disappeared slowly inside
Dee Dee's impaled pussy and crammed asshole, between her
amazingly round and hard black cheeks.
     
     Both cocks had penetrated her completely, so that the
cream-colored base of the Double Penetrator was pressed
right up against her cunt, and Laura, still looking down,
was amazed once again by the contrast of the pale white skin
of her own thighs pressed up against the sleek smooth
blackness of Dee Dee's, now that their bodies were mated,
linked, and entirely locked together.  She leaned forward,
smiling at Dee Dee, placing her palms on either side of the
girl's head, swishing her own naked breasts against Dee
Dee's so that they could both feel their nipples sliding
together, brushing, tingling.
     
     "Now . . . you want me to fuck you hard?" Laura teased,
panting herself, barely speaking, whispering instead.
     
     Quickly, Dee Dee nodded her head vigorously.
"Unngghh!"
     
     "Why not soft?" Laura teased, beginning to slide both
dildos in and out of Dee Dee's body with a smooth, gentle
rhythm of her slowly gyrating pelvis.  "Why not slow . . . I
like it slow.  I want to take a while.  I want to enjoy your
beautiful body, Dee Dee.  I want to fuck you slow."
     
     Dee Dee, having little choice, seemed to relax a little
as Laura began thrusting.  It took two or three thrusts for
the dildos to begin moving smoothly in and out, but finally
the lubrication spread completely over everything, and Laura
found as she had with Dawn that even the most delicate
finesse in her hip gyrations could cause delighted quivering
and whimpering from the delicious girl under her.  Oh god, I
love fucking her! Laura thought.  I'm so sorry she's Sara's
sister!  I love fucking her like this!
     
     Laura too could feel hot, wonderful twinges of sexual
excitement as the base of the Double Penetrator rubbed
against her pubic bone, forcing the hood to slide up and
down across her own aroused clit.   The pressure against her
own pussy gave her feathery pulses of fantastic pleasure,
and she wondered if she too might come, just from the
excitement of this gentle thrusting.  Oh god, it'll be
terrible if I come before she does, she realized, trying to
control her own excitement, but unable to keep her hands or
her mouth off Dee Dee's supple naked body.
     
     Fucking her missionary-style had been Laura's choice
specifically because of this opportunity, and she wasted no
time in bending close, sucking Dee Dee's smooth neck, biting
the flesh between her neck and shoulders, squeezing her
small upswept breasts, twisting her nipples, all the while
pumping her in a smooth, deliberate, forward motion,
noticing that Dee Dee's eyes were increasingly delirious.  A
constant low guttural moan now came from her throat, and she
tossed her head and gyrated her own pelvis in
synchronization with Laura's.
     
     "Nnnmmggg! Nnnmmggg!" she groaned into the gag, her
breathing now more ragged and punctuated by sharp snuffling
gasps.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes," Laura could not help panting,
nipping Dee Dee's very black, delectable earlobe, dropping
her mouth to Dee Dee's coal-black nipples once again,
sucking her gently, then more passionately, feeling Dee
Dee's hips leap up, pushing her body into the probing shafts
more urgently as Laura sucked her harder.  "Oh . . . you
want it harder now?" Laura panted.  "Harder . . . now?
Faster?"
     
     "Ummngghpphh!" Dee Dee grunted, nodding, but squirming
and writhing so much that it was almost impossible to tell
if it were actually a nod or only a violent jerk of her
head.
     
     Even the chain that linked the handcuffs together began
to clink and grate against the bed post as Dee Dee's wrists
twisted spastically.  The bed itself began to sway a little
more as their two striving bodies grew more violently
active.  Laura's hands slid down to Dee Dee's thrusting hips
and held them steady so that she could plunge the two cocks
more deeply into the girl's quivering body.
     
     She wondered when she had last fucked so heatedly,
violently, excitedly, in such a flaming frenzy.
     
     "Owwmmgggnnfffpp!" Dee Dee groaned as Laura stabbed the
cocks deep into her.  "Unghhmmpff!  Owwmmgggnnfffpp!"
     
     Laura was gripped by a fierce, hungry mania of sexual
passion for this beautiful naked girl, who had come into her
life so unexpectedly, so disastrously, only hours ago.  Dee
Dee's thighs were scrunched up, her knees close to Laura's
shoulders already, as Laura pumped her heatedly and
energetically, and Laura could not resist the temptation
loop her arms under each knee, lifting both of Dee Dee's
legs high into the air and rolling her ass slightly up off
the mattress.  This gave Laura even greater leverage, and
she now slam-fucked Dee Dee mercilessly, piercing the
squealing girl with sharp thrust after thrust of the hard
stalks.
     
     "Unmmggphh!  Unmmggphh! Unmmggphh!"
     
     "Yes . . . oh yesssss!" Laura purred to her, softly
murmuring to the increasingly delirious girl, cooing to Dee
Dee, her soft voice belying the sharp, piercing thrusts of
her hips as she plunged the two dildos deep into Dee Dee
again and again.
     
     Dee Dee's legs flailed in the air above Laura's
shoulders, her feet kicking, her thighs flexing, her ass
squirming each time the thick shafts slammed down into her
crammed channels.  Laura, in the back of her mind, wondered
why the girl hadn't come yet.  God, I would have come like
the furies after three or four thrusts, she realized.  But
some women took longer.  That, and the possibility that Dee
Dee was so numbed and deadened by alcohol-and who could say
what else?- that it took a little longer for the impulses to
ignite the final combustion.
     
     "Ummngg . . . ummngg!" Laura heard herself grunting,
almost as if she were overhearing someone else, as she
pumped and ripped the cocks into Dee Dee's marvelous,
supple, twisting body, feeling Dee Dee's feet leap
spastically over her head, feeling her pelvic girdle begin
to shudder a little with each gyration, knowing this
signaled the fiery finish.  "Oh . . . you're going to come
now, honey," Laura half-whimpered, picking up the pace even
more.
     
     By this point Laura was fucking the girl mercilessly,
slam-fucking her with almost malevolent energy and
exuberance, and she briefly wondered if she were fucking her
so hard because Dee Dee claimed to want it or because Laura
was releasing her own fury at having been trapped into this
moment.  She finally had to drop Dee Dee's legs and grab the
Double Penetrator with one hand, fearing it would slip out
during all this frantic, violent thrusting.  Her other arm
she slipped under Dee Dee's back below her armpits, mashing
her own body now down into Dee Dee's as they approached the
finish line.
     
     Again Laura was feeling like she might come too, not as
explosively as Dee Dee, probably, but certainly a little
pop.  She could feel it stirring in her own dripping cunt,
which tingled and flared each time she slammed the two
dildos deep into Dee Dee's body and felt the base of the
Double Penetrator push back into her own groin.  Also, she
could now feel all of Dee Dee's writhing, squirming,
delicious body sliding against her own since she was
crushing the girl in a fierce embrace, her mouth buried in
Dee Dee's smooth black neck as she pumped her in a frantic,
savage, fiery finish.
     
     "Ummggnhhoomphhgghhh!" Dee Dee suddenly groaned into
the ball that was stuffing her mouth.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" Laura panted, feeling Dee Dee's
wonderful young body quiver and strain under her slamming
thrusts.
     
     Then Dee Dee stiffened.   Sharp little pinched-off
squeals began to come from her throat, one after another,
like animalistic yelps.  Laura knew she was going to come,
but to her great chagrin and delight, Laura began to come
first.  She could feel rapid, searing flares begin to fire
off in her pussy even as she plunged her hips forward,
burying the two thick cocks one more time into Dee Dee's
shuddering body.
     
     "Unngggh!" Laura cried out.  "Oh!  Ungghnnieee!"
     
     Her wails were quickly obliterated, however, by a loud
groan from Dee Dee, so loud that even the ball gag in her
mouth could only partially muffle it.
     
     "AAWWONNGGMMMMPPHHH!" Dee Dee groaned, her lovely young
body arching, her flesh shaking as a horrific climax crushed
her.
     
     The force of her orgasm was so powerful that she lifted
Laura up too in the same arching convulsion, and they both
fell back to the mattress together.  The chain linking the
handcuffs now rattled and scraped loudly against the
bedpost, and Dee Dee writhed in excruciating pleasure under
Laura as each successive spasm of killing ecstasy rolled
through her body.
     
     "Owwnnmmmnngghhoownngghh!" she moaned into the gag, her
eyes tightly shut, her face grimacing in the seizure of
these rapturous spasms, her hips shuddering and still
bucking wildly up into the huge dildos, which Laura held
steady with her hand, feeling her own little climax die away
as Dee Dee's completely overwhelmed it in duration and
intensity.
     
     Now, after four or five horrendous shocks, Dee Dee's
climax began to wane too, slowly, and her hips slowed their
frantic gyrations, her tortured snuffling and grunting faded
into softer panting through her nose, and her eyelids
finally fluttered open, revealing eyes so bloodshot and
clouded and stricken that Laura for a second wondered if she
were sunk deep in pleasure or pain.  There was wetness in
the corners of her eyes were involuntary tears had been
squeezed out.
     
     Laura, running almost on automatic now, as if she knew
what she had to do, and nothing could stop her, reached
forward, around Dee Dee's head, and unfastened the buckle of
the ball-gag, which slipped loosely down to the bed beside
Dee Dee's head.  She could not bear for the girl's breathing
to be so cruelly obstructed another second.  Then she pulled
both dildos out of Dee Dee's body, trying not to do it too
fast, and slipped quickly out of the harness, flinging the
whole apparatus off the side of the bed onto the floor.
     
     Still stunned from her climax, Dee Dee watched and
panted, regaining her breath slowly, having no idea what
Laura was up to.  But Laura knew.  Even though she had come
herself, a small, unexpected jolt just preceding Dee Dee's
extravagant orgasm, she needed more, she needed a huge
explosion too, and she knew precisely how she could get one.
Without a word, she climbed up with both knees until her
thighs were straddling the girl's slender waist.  Dee Dee
watched, finally croaking a question, now that the gag was
gone.
     
     "What  . . . what're you doing . . . Laura?"
     
     "Oh god, I've got to have your body!" Laura gasped,
almost insane with hunger for Dee Dee's wonderful smooth
sleek black flesh.  "I want your beautiful abs . . . I want
to rub my pussy all over them!"
     
     Dee Dee watched in wonder as Laura reached down and
spread open her wet pussy with her fingers, then lowered it
directly onto the smooth rippling muscles of Dee Dee's
stomach.  The sensation of Dee Dee's smooth hard muscles
pressing against the wet inner flesh of her pussy was so
acutely pleasurable that Laura nearly lost her senses for a
brief second.
     
     "Ohhhhhh!"
     
     Dee Dee caught on quickly.  She undulated her body,
pushing upward, so that Laura's wet, warm pussy slid across
her stomach, her eyes pulsing and throbbing with renewed
sexual excitement as she stared up into Laura's face.
     
     "Go for it, girl . . . go for it," Dee Dee panted,
tightening her abs, thrusting, as Laura quickly began to
lose it.
     
     "Oh god!" Laura whimpered, dismissing from her mind
whatever misgivings and guilt she had about Dee Dee,
enchanted by the girl's scrumptious body and her sexual
adventurism, her clear willingness to do just about
anything.
     
     She reached down to touch Dee Dee's small, lovely
breasts, grasping and squeezing them with her fingers,
drawing Dee Dee's coal-black nipples up in her fingertips,
twisting them, kneading them.  At the same time, she moved
her cunt slowly up and down across the now-wet ripples of
Dee Dee's hard stomach, feeling the warm mucous discharge of
her pussy lubricating it into a slippery plane of pleasure.
Each minute impulse in her pussy seemed to send an
electrical charge through her whole body, and it didn't take
long for her to realize that she wasn't going to be able to
make it last.
     
     The little climax she had had just before Dee Dee had
started to come was only a tiny hint of the crushing
locomotive she felt hurtling toward her now.  She released
Dee Dee's marvelous breasts and planted one hand on either
side of the girl's head, leaning down now, digging her knees
into the mattress and tightening her thighs on Dee Dee's
slender waist.  Both of them seemed shocked by the sudden
strength she was able to unleash as she began almost to ram
her pussy up into Dee Dee's hard stomach, sliding it up and
down in quick, short jabs, pumping, gasping, whinnying
almost hysterically.
     
     "Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" Laura grunted.
     
     "Oh yeah, Laura . . . oh yeah . . . oh yeah!" Dee Dee
panted back in return, gyrating up, pushing her stomach up
into Laura's flooding pussy, her eyes swirling with sexual
excitement.
     
     Trying to stave off her climax for as long as possible
in order to enjoy this piercing, thrilling sexual moment
that she knew would never happen again with Dee Dee, Laura
forced herself upright, throwing her head back, riding Dee
Dee, bucking, groaning, her long flag of hair swishing and
tossing in the air behind her as she surged and bounced,
scissoring Dee Dee's waist with her thighs, jamming her cunt
down fiercely into the lovely smooth slippery hard flesh of
her stomach.  Dee Dee looked up at her as if amazed, awed by
Laura's deep, wanton fuck-mania, and the fierce, athletic
urgency of her striving body as she hurtled toward the
ultimate explosion.
     
     Laura lost it quickly.  As much as she wanted it to go
on forever, she felt the pulsing, seething honeyfire in her
flesh well up like some roiling volcanic geyser inside of
her and spill over.  As if she had no choice in the matter,
the inner convulsions of her body flung her forward onto Dee
Dee, her dangling breasts mashing into Dee Dee's face, her
hands again barely catching her as she fell.  From her
spasming cunt shockwaves of shattering pleasure spread up
throughout her shuddering body.
     
     "Aunngghhh . . . ungghhh!  Oh!  Umngghhh!
Anngghiieeeee!" she screamed, feeling a new spurt of fire
shoot through her as Dee Dee somehow got her mouth on one of
Laura's nipples and sucked it in hard and deep.  "Auungghh!"
Laura howled, tossing her head, writhing on top of Dee Dee.
"Ohhnggnnmmiieeee!"
     
     Time was obliterated, and Laura had no idea how long
she groaned and thrashed on top of Dee Dee, coming in great
shuddering spasms, then slackening, mewling, then panting
and feeling her body tingle and quiver from the roots of her
hair to her curling toes.  Somehow, ages later, it seemed,
she came to, realizing that Dee Dee's wrists were still
handcuffed to the bedpost, and that, slim though Laura was,
she probably was crushing the poor girl under her dead
weight.
     
     She struggled up onto her elbows.  She could feel the
cold wetness on her nipple, which slid out of Dee Dee's
mouth at that moment.  Dee Dee smiled up at her.
     
     "You sho do know how to fuck, Miz Laura," she grinned,
her black eyes dancing salaciously.
     
     Laura grinned back wanly, still devastated by the
aftermath of her orgasm.  "You don't exactly seem like an
amateur either," she said hoarsely.  She let her eyes drift
up the handcuffs.  "Want me to get you out of those?"
     
     "I don't know . . ." Dee Dee said, with mock coyness.
"You might want to have your way with me again."  She let
her gaze slide slowly down her own beautiful and vulnerable
naked black body.  She knew how Laura had enjoyed it.  "What
do you think?"
     
     Without answering, Laura was off the bed in an instant,
going to the bureau and extracting the keys, which she kept
taped to the bottom of the drawer just so she could be sure
she knew where they were.
     
     "I think . . ." she said as she unlocked the handcuffs,
"I think . . ."  But then she had to stop.  She didn't know
what she thought.
     
     Could she just send Dee Dee home, wherever home was, or
to Sara's apartment, now that she had fucked her hungrily,
almost maniacally?  Just kiss her goodnight, say bye-bye,
sober her up first, maybe, then send her on her way.  Maybe
she was already sober.  Certainly the scorching sex they had
just shared should sober up anyone.  Drunk on fucking,
maybe, but not alcohol.  Or whatever else she had ingested
before showing up on Laura's doorstep.
     
     You think too much, Laura, she told herself.  In fact,
she was enchanted by Dee Dee's body, and couldn't take her
eyes off it as Dee Dee sat up, rubbing her wrists.
     
     "You think what?" she said, suddenly very soft and
pliant and sensual and open.
     
     "I think . . . you'd better go," Laura murmured.  "We
shouldn't have done this."
     
     Dee Dee pouted.  "You didn't like doing it with me."
     
     "I . . . loved it," Laura said introspectively, drawing
an invisible circle with one fingertip on Dee Dee's bare,
black, shapely, gleaming shoulder.
     
     Dee Dee suddenly became sprightly and perky, a very big
change from her usual solemn, serious, or devious manner.
"I want to take a bath in your jacuzzi bathtub," she said,
as irresistibly innocent as a young child.  "Please."
     
     Laura looked skeptical.  The longer Dee Dee was here in
her condo, the more temptation there would be.  And the more
guilt too, since she was suddenly feeling it seep back into
her consciousness: the shame and sharp regret for having
fucked Sara's sister behind her back, and having enjoyed and
exulted in it, having screamed in ecstasy.  The fact that
she was unable to take her eyes or her hands off Dee Dee
right now was enough to make her blanch with guilt.
     
     "Please," Dee Dee begged again.
     
     Laura nodded slowly, almost noncommittally.  I can't
just make her leave, she thought.  It's so . . . cold.  And
cruel.
     
     She nodded toward the master bathroom.  She took Dee
Dee into it and showed her how to operate the faucets and
jets.  "No bubblebath.  Just a little soap.  Understand?  It
clogs the drains and whatever.  Okay?"
     
     Dee Dee nodded, all eyes.  "I promise."  She watched
while Laura turned on the faucets.  "You're going to join
me, aren't you?"
     
     Oh god, it just gets worse, doesn't it, Laura thought.
"The tub's pretty . . . small," she said.
     
     Dee Dee beamed and touched Laura's naked back tenderly
with her fingers.  "I think we can both fit," she murmured
sexily.  "If we sort of scrunch together."
     
     Almost wearily, Laura nodded.  "I'm going to the
kitchen to get something.  I'll be back.  You get in."
     
     Dee Dee smiled, more warmly and intimately now than she
ever had before.  Laura realized that they were no longer
strangers.   God, we really burned it up together, she
thought.  We can't pretend to be strangers any more, not
after that.  I can still feel little happy tingles in my
pussy.  What a gorgeous body!  God, she made me come so
hard.
     
     She was in the kitchen getting a couple of bottles of
spring water out of her refrigerator when the phone rang.
     
     "Laura . . . is that you?"  It was Sara.
     
     Instead of blushing, Laura could feel all the blood
drain out of her face, almost out of her whole body, as she
stood, quivering, holding the phone to her ear.
     
     "Oh . . . Sara.  Hi.  Uh . . . yes . . . it's me.
Where are you?"
     
     "Didn't Dee Dee tell you?  I'm in Mississippi."
     
     "She did.  She did.  I . . . feel so sorry.  I don't .
. . know what to say."
     
     Sara sounded extremely weary.  "Oh . . . thanks, you
don't have to say anything."
     
     "Is he . . . okay?"
     
     "No.  He died about a half hour before my plane
landed."
     
     "Oh god . . . Sara . . ."  Laura was crying.  She did
not realize it until she felt the tears slide down her
cheeks.  Crying for what?   For Sara's father, whom you
never even knew?  Crying for her?  Crying for me, because
I'm such a stupid idiot and a slut?
     
     But Sara did not sound depressed, just tired.  "It's
okay . . . it's okay, baby.  Laura?  It's okay.  I knew it
was coming.  He knew it was coming too.  It's okay.  Stop
crying for a minute, now."
     
     "Okay," Laura said, snuffling and wiping the tears away
with her hand.
     
     "Laura . . . I . . . keep missing you," Sara confessed
softly.  "I had to call.  Somehow . . . you know, when
something like this happens, you start to . . . oh, I don't
know . . . you start to think about what's really important.
I keep thinking of you.  I think I have to tell you
something.  Who knows," she giggled softly, her
irrepressible (but now darkened) humor coming to the fore,
"my plane might crash on the way back, ha ha."
     
     "Don't ever say such a thing!" Laura said, alarmed to
hear her voice rise almost hysterically in the kitchen.
     
     "Laura . . . I . . ."  Sara paused, finding it somehow
difficult to go on.
     
     "Yes?" Laura said knowing and not knowing what Sara was
going to say in the same instant.
     
     "Laura, I love you.  I-"
     
     Laura rushed her words into the mouthpiece of the
phone, speaking very softly, as if Dee Dee in the master
bathroom would overhear her, which was absurd.  "Sara, oh
god, Sara, I love you!" she said.
     
     Laura realized that her involuntary tears had started
again.  Oh shit.  Stop crying, Laura!  She's going to think
something's wrong, or something's weird!  Stop crying!
     
     "Oh god, Sara, I love you!" she repeated.
     
     Sara giggled softly at the other end of the wire.  Way
off in Jackson, Mississippi, Laura thought.  She sounds like
she's in the next room.  Even though I know who's in the
next room.
     
     "I love you too, Laura," Sara giggled.  "I just think
of you all the time.  I can't wait to get back."
     
     "Oh god, I am going to cook you the best dinner . . .
and I'm going to kiss you so hard," Laura laughed, brimming
over with happiness.
     
     "And then I hope you're going to do something else,"
Sara laughed suggestively.
     
     "Just you wait," Laura warned her, beaming, wiping away
her annoying, disgusting tears.
     
     "Okay.  I have to go.  Family, you know.  I won't be
back for a few more days.  Nobody here seems to be able to
take care of business except me."
     
     "Call me?  Call me tomorrow?"
     
     "I will."  Sara paused again, as if unable to hang up.
"I love you . . . Laura."
     
     "Oh, I love you!" Laura gasped, before they hung up.
     
     Laura stood silently in the kitchen for a few moments,
stark naked, she realized, trying to get control of herself.
The sister of this wonderful woman who loves you is waiting
in there in the bathtub for you to come in and fuck her
again, Laura, she said to herself.  How do I get myself into
these jams?
     
     She took a few deep breaths and grabbed a paper towel,
going to the sink and washing off her face, hoping her eyes
didn't look too puffy.  The last thing she needed from Dee
Dee was an idle question about why she had been crying.  She
took the two bottles of water with her and walked slowly
back to the bathroom, feeling glum, a letdown from her
elation only moments ago while talking with Sara.
     
     She felt completely rotten.  I have to send this girl
home, she thought, feeling herself stiffen inside with
resolution.  But when she rounded the corner, and glimpsed
Dee Dee's wet black body in the jacuzzi, with water foaming
up around her shiny flesh, she was completely overcome by a
fresh influx of confusing impulses.  Dee Dee looked up at
her with a delightfully salacious moue, a half-smile, almost
a conspiratorial smirk.  They were, after all, and both of
them knew it, doing something neither should be doing, which
they would both have to keep a dark secret forever.
     
     "Finally," she said to Laura, with mock exasperation.
     
     Laura crumbled immediately.  Looking into Dee Dee's
eyes, she could see the cause of everything she herself was
feeling: the deep, smoking sexual appeal, the vague,
constant emotional pain she had seen there earlier, the
glassy, drug/alcohol-induced stare, the vulnerability, the
petulant vengeance she was taking on Sara for being perfect,
as Dee Dee thought, and getting all the luck.  And Laura
could not take her eyes off the girl's wet naked body.  Dee
Dee saw her looking and squirmed in the water, letting it
stream off her thighs, splashing a little on her delectable
naked breasts, which jiggled slightly as she moved.
     
     "Here . . . I brought you a bottle of water," Laura
said, handing it down to Dee Dee.
     
     Dee Dee held it up to her nose and sniffed it, never
breaking a smile.  "Didn't you put anything in it?"  She
made a face, repulsed.  "I can't stand drinking just water.
Don't you have anything stronger?"
     
     "I have me," Laura said, hating herself, stepping into
the tub opposite Dee Dee, squatting down.  "Move your legs."
     
     Dee Dee pouted and set the open water bottle in the
corner ledge behind the tub.  She raised her legs to make
enough room for Laura.  Laura could see the silvery ring at
the top of her pussy glimmering.
     
     "See.  I told you there was enough room," Dee Dee said,
slipping one long wet black leg over Laura's pale leg,
letting Laura scoot closer.  "Did I hear the phone?"
     
     The water jets in the jacuzzi were really very loud.
Dee Dee had them turned up all the way.  Laura was relieved.
You might hear the distant electronic bleating of the modern
telephone, but you couldn't hear anything else.
     
     "Your ears are good," Laura said, sipping her own
bottle of water.  "Turn these down a little."  She turned
the jets down so that the water, instead of gushing out,
simply bubbled and roiled gently.  "It was my . . . mother,"
she lied.  "She calls now and then to chat."
     
     Dee Dee grew kittenish.  She stroked Laura's thighs,
then moved her hands up to Laura's naked breasts.  "I've
never been fucked in a jacuzzi before," she purred.
"There's a lot of things I've never done that I'm doing with
you."
     
     I want to kiss her, god help me, Laura thought.
Suddenly, as if to quickly extirpate from her mind all
thoughts of Sara and what she herself was actually doing,
Laura was overwhelmed by a fierce desire to kiss Dee Dee.
They had only kissed once, in a brief flare of hot passion
when they had been standing by the bed, before falling onto
it in a hot hunger.  This time they kissed slowly and
sensually.
     
     I'm not doing this, Laura told herself.  Someone else
is doing this.  I'm only watching.  Some evil, self-
destructive part of me is doing this, kissing her, feeling
her . . . wonderful body.  Somebody else . . .
     
     Their lips moved slowly, expressively together, and
each held the other's breasts in her hands, twisting and
lightly pinching each other's nipples, until their breathing
started to become more labored.  Their groins were only
inches apart under the water.  Just a small movement forward
by either one would press them together.
     
     And yet Laura was again struck by her earlier fear of
possible disease.  I don't want to push my pussy into hers.
Or rather, I do!  Desperately!  But I don't dare.
     
     Now they were both becoming more aroused.  They kissed
more heatedly, panting, pinching each other's nipples more
roughly, urgently now.
     
     "Oh shit . . . you're getting me going again!" Dee Dee
panted against Laura's cheek.  "God, that feels good!"
     
     She looked down at Laura's fingers on her thick black
nipples.  Laura bent forward and kissed her wet neck, then
dropped her mouth to Dee Dee's small, lovely breasts,
cradling one in her palm and lifting it slightly to her
mouth.  She licked it all over, licking off the water
droplets, licking Dee Dee's large black nipple before
sucking it into her mouth.
     
     "Ahhhh!  Oh!" Dee Dee gasped.
     
     Now Laura pushed Dee Dee's body back slightly so that
she was half-reclining against the back of the tub.  She
filled her hands with the girl's marvelous wet breasts and
licked and sucked them hungrily for several minutes,
bringing Dee Dee to a squirming frenzy.  Dee Dee's eyelids
fluttered.  Her hands scrabbled across Laura's back and
shoulders.
     
     "Want you to fuck me . . ." she panted.  "Want you to
fuck me . . . I'm gonna come."
     
     Laura quickly hit on a solution to her fears, dropping
her hand between them, sliding two fingers up into Dee Dee's
warm, oily cunt under the water, letting them slightly
scissor the girl's clit and pussy ring.
     
     "I am going to fuck you," she panted into Dee Dee's
ear.  "Please . . . oh Dee Dee . . . fuck me too.  Yes . . .
like that!"
     
     Electrified by the feel of Laura's two fingers sliding
up into her own pussy, Dee Dee came to life, dropping her
own hand too, finding Laura's cunt with her own fingers.
Their wet bodies rubbed together, their mouths meeting again
in a searing, savage kiss, their wrists pumping.  Even their
earlier orgasms, Laura realized, had not arrived as fast as
these would.  They both seemed quickly possessed, aroused to
an incredible sexual pitch, unable to restrain their hunger
for each other's body.
     
     Their thrashing around in the jacuzzi began to splash
water out of the tub, but they were oblivious to everything
but the sweet, rising tensions in their rubbing, striving
bodies.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god!" Laura gasped, slipping her arm under one
of Dee Dee's and encircling her wet back, pulling her
closer, feeling her own nipples brush against Dee Dee's.
     
     "Ungghh!  Yes!" Dee Dee whimpered.  "Oh yes . . . it's
coming, it's coming!"
     
     This time they both came in nearly the same instant.
Maybe it was because of the jacuzzi, the warm water
billowing and burbling all around them, but instead of a
hammering shock, Laura felt as if a hot throbbing cloud of
intense pleasure was enveloping her, growing stronger and
more intense by the second, swallowing her up, enclosing her
in a throbbing wave of incredible heat.
     
     "Aunnngghhh!" she began to moan, feeling her muscles
clench, feeling the hot, throbbing pulses stream through her
body.  "Ohnnnn!"
     
     At nearly the same moment, she saw Dee Dee's eyes roll
up in her head, and heard her groan softly deep in her
chest.  Dee Dee began to shake, then quiver almost
violently, then collapse forward into Laura, moaning in
high, rising wails.
     
     "Ohhhhnnnn . . . ungghmm . . . oh!" she moaned.
"Ahhnnniiiieeee!"
     
     Her screams, much louder than Laura's, filled the
bathroom, echoing off the tile walls, rising over the soft
burbling noises made by the water jets, then died away
slowly as Laura held her wet body tightly against her,
feeling her own aching flesh slowly being released from the
fierce tension of her own thrilling climax.  They sat,
facing one another, clinging to one another, panting and
mewling, for a long time before they pulled apart.
     
     Dee Dee appeared dazed.  She blinked.  "I'll take a
little of that water now," she finally growled softly, her
voice altered momentarily by her screams.
     
     Laura handed her the bottle.  Dee Dee drained most of
it in one gulp.  She was not a girl for half-measures.
     
     Laura was abstracted, thinking of Sara, thinking of how
Sara had said she loved her, thinking of how she was ruining
everything by this mindless, uncontrollable rutting.  She
had loved every second of fucking Dee Dee, but now she felt
not crushing guilt but just devastating sadness and
bottomless regret.  Dee Dee sensed it.
     
     Thinking she was cheering Laura up, apparently, she
said, "Now I can see why Sara digs you so much."
     
     But it was the wrong thing to say to Laura, who had to
bite back yet another flux of tears, and turn her head.  She
quickly stood up and got out of the tub, grabbing a towel.
     
     "Did I say something wrong?"
     
     Laura scowled at her.  "Come on, Dee Dee.  You know I'm
in love with Sara.  You knew I couldn't resist you.  I'm . .
."  Laura toweled off, wrapped her body quickly in the damp
towel, and turned away, leaving the bathroom.  "I'm . . .
sick, that's all.  Just sick.  We shouldn't . . ."
     
     But she couldn't go on and quickly left, going to sit
on the bed, her head in her hands.  Dee Dee, after draining
the jacuzzi, appeared moments later, also now wrapped in a
towel.  She sat beside Laura.
     
     "You aren't going to make me leave, are you?" she asked
in a small voice.  "I hate being alone."
     
     "Don't you have anyplace to stay?"
     
     Dee Dee shrugged.  "Sara's apartment.  It's spooky."
     
     "She stays there alone," Laura said, stone-faced.
"What about your boyfriend?  What was his name?"
     
     Dee Dee looked down at her fingers.  "We split.  He's a
fuckhead."
     
     Laura smiled.  "Look," she said wearily, "you can stay,
all right?  But no more . . . you know?  None of that.
We've done enough."
     
     Dee Dee's black eyes glinted suggestively, but she said
nothing.
     
     "And in the morning, you have to go.  And not come
back.  I . . ."  Laura swallowed.  "I like you . . . but I'm
in love with your sister."
     
     Dee Dee nodded.  "I know.  I won't ever tell."
     
     "Oh god, don't even mention it!" Laura said in anguish.
     
     "I'm sorry.  Want me to sleep on the sofa?"
     
     "Yes."
     
     And so Dee Dee started on the sofa, but by morning she
and Laura were both entangled in the sheets.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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