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     Chapter 295
     
     
     
     Makeeda did not phone Laura from Japan, as she had
promised to do.  As the time wore on, and she didn't call,
Laura felt more and more wistful about it, but not really
angry.  She knew she herself had not called Makeeda from
Dallas, after having promised to.  They were both a little
skittish about talking over the phone, since there was
clearly so much emotion packed into their friendship, and
the potential for misunderstanding so plain.
     
     Still, she did daydream about her all the time.  In
spite of her hot night with Jamilah, another night with
Amber, and two with Arthell, she could not keep her mind
from drifting back to Makeeda.  She would lie in bed in the
mornings, before arising for work, and remember kissing the
woman's hard, perfect body, remember Makeeda shuddering and
twitching in her arms as she rolled through one of her pass-
out orgasms.  Laura would masturbate and scream and sob and
then shower and drive to work, unable to stop fresh thoughts
of Makeeda from entering her mind and body again as soon as
she sat down behind her desk.
     
     She lost track of the days, and when Makeeda finally
did phone, it was to Laura's office, in the early afternoon.
Having not heard her voice for weeks, Laura was startled and
mildly panicked, as if something were coming for which she
was not prepared.  Makeeda sounded remote and tired.
     
     "Hi, Laura.  I'm back.  I've got to see you."
     
     As usual, Laura reflected with dismay, when Makeeda
said 'I've got to see you,' it didn't sound like she was
dying to but like she felt that they had dreary, unfinished
business to settle.  This made Laura's panic worse.  After
weeks of not seeing Makeeda, and dreaming about her and
masturbating all the time, Laura felt very vulnerable.
     
     "I'm dying to see you," she said softly into the phone.
     
     "Sorry I didn't call," Makeeda apologized.  "Very busy
over there."
     
     "I'll bet they loved you."
     
     "They . . . seemed to," Makeeda said, wearily.  "It's
hard to tell with them.  They grin and smile at everything.
But they want me back.  My agent's arranging another trip,
probably in May."
     
     Laura felt like her heart was going to explode.  Just
having Makeeda on the other end of the line made her feel
this way.  Each word sank into her mind and her flesh and
resonated.  "God, I'm happy for you."
     
     "I'm headed into the city . . . to work.  I wondered if
I could drop by there for a few minutes on my way.  Do you
have meetings or anything?  Will you be there for the next
couple of hours?"
     
     Laura brightened.  "Oh god yes.  I'm dying to see you.
Just stop in the lobby and have them phone up to me.  I'll
come down and sign you in."
     
     Of course, it was impossible to work while she waited.
She walked the halls, then hurried back to her desk so she
would not miss the call from the security people downstairs
when Makeeda arrived.
     
     Even though she had been soaked and super-saturated for
weeks in her deep yearnings for Makeeda as well as her
heated, masturbatory sexual fantasies involving her, Laura
was unprepared for how she would feel when she finally saw
Makeeda waiting for her at the security desk.  It didn't
help that Makeeda was headed for work and wore the simple,
elegant black sheath Laura had initially seen her in.
     
     She was positively stunning.  Makeeda had her back to
Laura as Laura approached.  She was looking out at the
street, at the passersby on the sidewalk, apparently
impatient for Laura to appear.  But this gave Laura the
chance-more, the shock-of seeing Makeeda as she had first
seen her, in the restaurant: this impossibly elegant woman
with a spectacular body, with her rich smooth dark mahogany
skin, whose face was unusual, plain at first, then animated
and compelling as soon as she turned those startling hazel
eyes on you.
     
     As she was doing now to Laura, turning, half-smiling.
I fell in love with her at first sight, Laura thought.  I'm
a sucker for those eyes.  Still, it was not the smile Laura
was hoping to see.  Instead, it was evasive, almost
embarrassed, and quickly gone.  Laura leaned forward to
embrace her gingerly, wanting to crush Makeeda's body to
hers in a fit of ecstatic happiness and yet afraid to do it.
     
     "Hello, Laura," Makeeda breathed against her cheek
during their tasteful embrace.
     
     "Hello," Laura breathed back, clinging extra long, then
releasing Makeeda, afraid to draw attention in the lobby.
"Come with me.  We can go up to the roof.  There's a roof
garden up there where we can talk."
     
     It was as if they were strangers as they walked toward
the elevators, not speaking.  Why? Laura wondered.  Afraid?
Are we both afraid?  We came in each other's arms.  This
lovely woman nearly blacked out with my tongue still in her
pussy, she came so hard.  How can we be afraid to talk to
each other?
     
     To lighten the atmosphere, possibly, Laura hummed, as
if absently, in the elevator as they rode together toward
the roof:
     
     What a day this has been,
     What a rare mood I'm in,
     Why it's almost like being in love . . .
     
     It was the song Makeeda had left on her voice mail,
after their night together.  Which now seemed like another
life.  Eons ago.
     
     Makeeda glanced over at her with a tight smile, at
least acknowledging that she got Laura's allusion, but very
careful not to be complicit in it.  Oh god, I love you,
Makeeda! Laura wanted to burst out.  Why are you so cold?
     
     The roof garden was nearly deserted.  At lunch time it
was usually crowded, but it was almost four-thirty, and only
a few people were finishing coffee breaks and idling away
time looking at the rooftops of other buildings, or the bay.
Laura led Makeeda to a sequestered spot where she often
'brown bag' lunched herself.  They sat together on a small
concrete bench behind a huge fern, which waved a little in
the stiffening afternoon breeze.
     
     "Laura," Makeeda said, composing herself as if to
deliver a harsh and painful sentence.  "I . . . missed you
while I was in Japan."
     
     Laura started to respond, but Makeeda stopped her,
putting her hand up, palm out.
     
     "But I don't think we should see each other any more."
     
     Laura's heart sank.  Something squirted into her
stomach which, she realized, had to be what battery acid
would feel like.  This, of course, was what she had always
feared Makeeda would say.  "You can't mean that," she
whispered, cut to the quick.
     
     Makeeda looked briefly dismayed, as if she had
rehearsed this and now had forgotten her next line.  Then a
hard glaze slid down over her glowing hazel eyes.  "I do
mean it," she said evenly, making every effort not to flinch
at Laura's obvious pain.
     
     You're such a liar, Laura thought.  Makeeda did not lie
well.  Something about the shape of her mouth gave her away.
Or did it? Laura wondered.
     
     Quickly she calculated that there were about three ways
she could respond to this.  She could burst into tears; she
could be calm and try to reason this through with Makeeda;
or she could feign cold indifference, as Makeeda herself was
doing, in order not to let on how devastated she actually
was.  Since none of them seemed possible, she simply sat
there stunned, unable to speak.  The long pause was painful
for them both.
     
     Finally, Makeeda couldn't stand it any more.  "I don't
want to hurt you," she said, tentatively, as if to fill up
the painful silence.
     
     Laura gnawed her lower lip hard.  "Oh."
     
     "Really.  I don't."
     
     "Why."  Laura looked blankly at this stunning woman,
dressed for the evening in her tight-fitting black sheath,
her dark skin glowing, her body vibrant, her voice full of
resonance, so moving to Laura.  "Why . . . I mean . . . why
. . ."
     
     Now Makeeda became nervous.  "I . . . can't explain
it," she said, looking down at her fingers, twisting them
nervously together.  "It just has to be that way."
     
     But Laura barely heard her reply.  Something volcanic
inside her was welling up.  She was on her feet before she
even knew she had arisen from the bench.  Silent tears were
now pouring down her cheeks.  She was shaking.  She heard a
twisted, clotted, lacerated version of her own voice coming
out of her mouth.
     
     "Damn you, Cynthia Brickus . . . I love you!"  She had
to stop.  She was gasping and gurgling too hard to continue.
Then she got her breath.  "I loved you from the start and
damn you for making me hide it all the time.  I love you.  I
can't live without you.  I need you . . . I die for you
every minute.  Damn you Cynthia Brickus damn you damn you!"
     
     She could barely see through the hot sheen of tears.
She knew she should be saying something else, anything else.
She should be calling Makeeda on her lies, making her admit
the truth.  But all she could say over and over was, "Damn
you Cynthia Brickus.  Damn you!"
     
     During all these wild tears and imprecations she hardly
noticed that Makeeda had stood up too.  She was crying too,
and laughing through her tears.
     
     "Laura . . . Laura . . . stop . . ." she laughed and
cried.  "I forgot . . . I forgot I told you that name."  She
gurgled too, like Laura, and wiped the tears off her cheeks
with one hand.  "I never tell anyone that name.  Oh, stop it
. . . please!"
     
     "I hate you!" Laura said to her, a little tragically.
"For making me love you like this."
     
     "Stop.  Oh stop . . . Laura . . . stop."  Makeeda's
voice grew softer, and her laughter subsided.  Now she was
wiping the tears off Laura's cheeks with the same hand.  "I
love you too.  And I hate you too."  Now she stepped closer
and embraced Laura.  "All the time I was in Japan . . .
everything I've worked for my whole life . . . all I could
think of was you.  I hated you for that.  All I can think of
is Laura.  I want to enjoy this . . . and yet all I can
think of is Laura.  How much I love her.  Suddenly.  You are
. . ."
     
     She gulped and was unable to go on.  They were
clutching each other desperately, both suddenly realized.
Then they were kissing hungrily, not caring who might see
them.  Laura could taste her tears and Makeeda's at the same
time.  Their teeth banged together hard.
     
     "Ouch!" Makeeda giggled, pulling back.
     
     "Sorry," Laura laughed and gurgled, holding her own
front tooth between her thumb and forefinger.
     
     "Look . . . stop the crying, okay?"  Makeeda kissed the
 tears off Laura's cheeks.  "I do love you."
     
     "We can't stop seeing each other," Laura sobbed, almost
 too dramatically.  Then she had to deflate the tragedy
 with a joke.  "I was just beginning to take up swimming."
     
     Makeeda bit her lower lip and laughed explosively.
 Then she kissed Laura again with desperation that nearly
 equaled their first kiss.  "I can't live without you
 either, I guess," she murmured against Laura's lips.  She
 rubbed their noses, wet with intermingled tears, together.
 "But you know I wish I could."
     
     Laura nodded, smiling a little ruefully, and sniffled.
 "If you had to put us through this, I guess you wish you
 could live without me."
     
     Makeeda grinned.  "But I can't."  She hugged Laura very
 close and whispered in her ear.  "I want everything.  Like
 before."
     
     "Tonight?  When you get off?" Laura suggested.
     
     Makeeda nodded, wiping her face again self-consciously,
 as if to make the telltale signs of crying disappear as
 she was headed for work.  "Can you meet me there, at La
 Rondine, and let me follow you to your place?"
     
     Laura nodded slowly.  "Wild horses couldn't stop me."
     
     They finally pulled apart and glanced around the roof
 garden to see that they actually were alone, that the last
 of the coffee-break stragglers had departed.  Hand in
 hand, they walked to the door.  In the lobby Laura looked
 longingly into Makeeda's hazel eyes, and Makeeda looked
 longingly back, before they had to part.  "Come at ten-
 thirty," she murmured to Laura.  "I can slip away."
     
     "I'll be there."
     
     Waiting this time, since she had to last until ten-
 thirty, nearly made her sick with anxiety and
 anticipation.  The only thing that made it tolerable was
 remembering in detail how they had cried and laughed and
 embraced, and how Makeeda had yielded and said she loved
 Laura after all.  Laura tried to exult in this knowledge
 but still couldn't quite give in to it.  She might have
 only been saying that to make me feel better, she thought.
     
     This time, instead of pacing the halls, she threw
 herself into a project and did not emerge until seven
 o'clock, weary and stupefied by overwork.  At home she
 could not eat or relax, and by ten, when she drove down to
 La Rondine to meet Makeeda, she was a nervous wreck.  But
 the smile and wave she received from Makeeda as she got
 into her car to follow Laura home was enough to fill
 Laura's whole body and mind with a pure white light.
     
     As she waited on her doorstep while Makeeda parked her
 old faded red Toyota in a visitor's space, she realized
 that her knees were actually shaking from excitement, and
 her belly clenching.  Makeeda looked around in wonder as
 she came to the door of Laura's condo, taking in the fog
 swirling through the trees and the ghostly glimmering
 lights.
     
     "You live in Brigadoon, don't you," she teased as she
 ascended the steps.  "Wow, what an enchanted place."
     
     It was a chilly night, and though Makeeda had on a coat
 over the black sheath dress, she was still shivering.
 "Let's get inside and get warm," Laura said, unlocking the
 door quickly.
     
     Laura wanted to jump all over her and kiss her
 ravenously as soon as the lock was fastened, but she
 restrained herself.  She could see from Makeeda's now-
 flashing hazel eyes that she might want to do it too, but
 both of them decided to take things slowly.  Laura showed
 her around, and Makeeda was impressed.  They sat on the
 famous white sofa, where Laura had made love to so many of
 her darlings, past and present.  None more desirable than
 you, she thought, gazing with longing into Makeeda's
 lovely eyes.
     
     "You look tired," she said.  Makeeda did indeed look
 even more tired than she had that afternoon.
     
     "Still haven't got over Japan, I guess," Makeeda said
 wearily, wiping a wisp of black hair away from her smooth
 forehead with the back of one hand.  "It wore me out . . .
 more than I thought."
     
     "But they loved you," Laura smiled.  "I know they did."
     
     Makeeda smiled and nodded.  "I guess they did.  They
 loved me.  But all I could think of was you.  That damn
 Laura, she's keeping me from enjoying this.  That was all
 I could think of."
     
     "That's kind of a backhanded compliment."  Laura
 caressed her smooth, dark brown cheek with one fingertip,
 the first chance she had had to be tender since they had
 seen each other again.  "Did you really think we could
 stop it by not seeing each other any more?  Like you said?
 Did you really mean that?"
     
     Makeeda slowly smiled, as if caught and embarrassed.
"I really thought I would mean it.  I went over and over it
in my head before I decided to say it to you.  I still kind
of think it would be better.  For both of us.  It's just
that I can't do it."
     
     Laura said nothing but could feel herself glowing as if
she were radioactive, but not with dangerous rays, just with
love.
     
     "Look, all night at work I kept thinking of this, so
let me do it," Makeeda said, decisively.  "I've been fooling
around with this song that Nat Cole used to do with his
trio, thinking of adding it to my repertoire.  I'm still not
sure it fits what my audience likes and expects, but it
certainly fits you."
     
     "Please," Laura said softly, expectantly.
     
     Makeeda sang to her.  She had such exquisite control
that she could sing very softly and yet the strength and
flexibility of her rich voice was present throughout.
     
     I love you, I've nothing to hide,
     It's better than burning inside,
     I love you, no use to pretend,
     There I've said it again.
     
     I've said it, what more can I say,
     Believe me, there's no other way,
     I love you, I will to the end,
     There I've said it again.
     
     I've tried to drum up
     A phrase that would sum up
     All that you mean to me.
     But what good are phrases
     The thought that amazes
     Is you love me, and it's heavenly.
     
     Forgive me for wanting you so,
     But one thing I want you to know,
     I've loved you since heaven knows when,
     There I've said it again.
     
     There was so much naked emotion in the room as her
voice died away that it was almost too much for either of
them to bear.  Laura was overcome, and Makeeda was almost
embarrassed by having been so honest.  She quickly covered
it up by talking about professional points.
     
     "I still don't know if I can go for that 'drum up . . .
sum up' part, which is a little clutzy, don't you think?
But it's great at this part, if you breathe right."  Again
she sang:
     
     . . . the thought that amazes
     Is you love me, [ "breathe here!"] and it's heavenly
Forgive me, for wanting you so . . .  Her voice soared as
she linked the two phrases together in an emotional curve.
     
     Laura nodded and smiled.  "I like the next part.  The
'one thing I want you to know' part."
     
     Makeeda smiled, again a little embarrassed.  You mean:
I've loved you since heaven's knows when . . .?" she sang,
looking directly into Laura's eyes as the words flowed out
of her mouth.
     
     Laura nodded.  "Is it true?"
     
     Makeeda nodded solemnly.  "Yes."
     
     Laura said, very evenly, softly, pointedly, with a
broad smile: "Damn you, Cynthia Brickus, I love you too."
     
     Now there was no way they could keep their hands off
each other.  Except for this afternoon in the roof garden,
they had not kissed for over a month, and they tried to make
up for lost time.  Laura's lips were all over every part of
Makeeda's exposed skin, sucking her neck, nipping her
earlobes, kissing her throat, her upper chest, her
collarbones.  Makeeda tried to do the same, though Laura was
wearing a turtleneck sweater, which exposed little.
     
     "Don't tear it," Makeeda panted, pulling back as Laura
fiddled desperately with the zipper of the sheath dress.
Her alluring hazel eyes were pulsing wildly.  "I only have
two.  I have to wear one every night."
     
     "I'll buy you another one," Laura said, lovingly
sucking her shoulder.  "I want you.  I want to eat you
alive."
     
     They struggled for a few minutes, trying to get out of
their clothes but also caressing one another feverishly, and
kissing hungrily at the same time.  In the middle of this
they paused, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
     
     "Why are we doing this?" Laura laughed.  "We can take
our time.  We can use the bedroom."
     
     "I know," Makeeda laughed back.  "I . . ."  She stood
and followed Laura toward the back bedroom.  "I have a
confession.  Not every night, but lots of nights in Tokyo,
when I was alone in my hotel room after the gig, I . . .
made myself come while thinking of you."
     
     Laura whirled around and kissed her as they were
entering the bedroom.  "That's the most romantic thing
anyone has ever said to me," she murmured, sucking Makeeda's
full lower lip.  "I hope you didn't have any of those
'Excuse me, I'm about to die' orgasms while I wasn't there
to rescue you."
     
     Makeeda giggled softly, bashfully.  "I only have those
with you."
     
     "And long ago with Diane?"
     
     "Yes," Makeeda nodded.
     
     Laura was carefully removing Makeeda's black dress as
she spoke, and kissing smooth exposed skin as it came into
view.  "You have the most gorgeous body," she purred,
unfastening Makeeda's bra strap.  "I can't believe everyone
wasn't trying to fuck you over there.  What about the
musicians?"
     
     "Most of them know my . . . preferences.  The ones who
don't soon find out.  They're cool.  When they know, they
just drop it.  There's plenty of groupies who want to screw
the guys in the band."
     
     "What about the women?  I know some clever Japanese
lesbian must have wanted to push her face into that
beautiful black pussy of yours."
     
     "Laura, you're going to make me blush," Makeeda said,
smiling, turning and embracing Laura.  "Quit talking that
way.  It embarrasses me.  I told you I'm pretty monogamous.
One woman did approach me.  She was an American, though.  I
said to myself: I may hate Laura for taking over my feelings
like this but my heart belongs to her."  She kissed Laura's
nose.
     
     "You did not!" Laura acted flabbergasted.  "You turned
down the chance for a little hot sex just because of me?"
     
     Makeeda nodded.  "I'm a 'deep relationship' type of
person.  That's why I've been trying so hard to cut you
loose.  Simple sex is a turn-off for me.  I have to love
you.  And I do love you."
     
     "Oh god, you're making my knees weak," Laura confessed.
     
     Also, by now Makeeda was down to her underwear, all
black, and looking devastatingly sexy.  Her black bra was
hanging limply from her shoulders, barely still covering her
breasts.  Carefully, she and Laura lay her sheath dress
across the back of a chair.  This movement made the bra
finally slide off, down her forearms and off her wrists onto
the floor.  She was now naked except for her panties.
     
     Immediately Laura grabbed her and began sucking and
kissing her flesh maniacally.  Makeeda squirmed away,
laughing.  "No touchee until you get nakee too . . . you . .
. rapist."
     
     Laura was out of her turtleneck and her pants in a
flash.
     
     "This too," Makeeda whispered, now embracing her and
unfastening Laura's bra behind her back with her fingers.
     
     "I have a confession too," Laura said, now panting
softly for the first time.  "I masturbated too while you
were gone.  Imagining you were here."
     
     "Did you really?" Makeeda beamed, peeling off Laura's
bra.
     
     Laura nodded.  "At night. And in the morning, before I
went to work.  I don't know how many times I came pretending
you were . . . sucking me . . . down there."
     
     Laura knew these kinds of words would get them both
hot, and she was right.  She could almost see the flames
flare up in Makeeda's eyes.  Now they were both naked except
for their panties, and they took the time to look down at
their naked breasts brushing and pressing together, their
nipples not yet hard but on the way, touching, then mashing
together as they pushed closer.
     
     Laura was again overcome by the perfection of Makeeda's
body, though this time she tried not to make an issue of it,
like a lovestruck teenager.  Instead, she reverted to their
'confessions.'  "When I did it, in my imagination I touched
you here . . ."
     
     "Ahhhh!"
     
     "And . . . here . . . and I kissed you here . . . and I
sucked your shoulder like this . . ."
     
     "Unnhhh!  Oh . . . Laura . . ."
     
     "And I positively feasted on your exquisite nipples
like this . . ."
     
     She held both of Makeeda's amazingly perfect breasts in
her hands and slowly, patiently, and wetly sucked and
tongued her swelling coal black nipples.  Makeeda could only
take about a minute of it.
     
     "Unh!  Oh!  Unh!  Oh honey . . . oh god Laura . . . I
think we better get on the bed.  You're getting me there
faster than I ever thought you would."
     
     "Mmmmm," Laura smiled, "are you wet for me?  Are you
oozing love honey for me to taste."
     
     "Oh god yes!  Here . . . come over here . . . quick!"
     
     Makeeda pulled her toward the bed.  Laura ripped off
the coverlet and pulled down the sheet quickly.  They
bounced eagerly together onto the mattress and bottom sheet.
Makeeda's body was dark brown and gloriously shaped against
the pristine white of the fabric.  Oh god, I'm going to come
just from looking at you! Laura thought, absurdly but very
passionately.
     
     "Hurry!" Makeeda panted, twisting to remove her
panties.
     
     "No . . . I'm not hurrying," Laura said, calmly
skimming her own down her thighs.  "I'm taking my time.  I
waited a long time for this."
     
     "You're not going to make me beg, are you?" Makeeda
pouted playfully.
     
     "I might."  Laura acted coy.  She stroked Makeeda's
bare arm.  "I might make you suffer."
     
     "You've already done enough of that," Makeeda
admonished her.  "Making me love you was enough for that."
     
     "Mmmm, come here and hug me.  Let me feel all of you .
. . all of this incredible body against me.  I dreamed of
this.  Hold me and fuck me and never let me go."
     
     Laura was indeed in heaven.  She and Makeeda embraced
head to toe and kissed and rubbed their warm bodies together
for a mere eternity, each of them savoring every scintilla
of emotion and physical connection.  Their deep confluence
was so intense at this moment that Laura feared they both
might be overwhelmed by it.  She could feel Makeeda's wet
face against her neck.
     
     "I won't ever let you go if you don't let me go,"
Makeeda whispered, trying to choke back her surprising
tears.
     
     Laura realized that something transformative was
happening to them both, and it was a little scary.  But
Makeeda had the presence of mind to puncture briefly this
solemn moment by lifting her tear-streaked face from Laura's
neck and saying,
     
     "And by the way, you have sort of a dirty mouth."  She
smiled through her tears.  "I think what we're doing
deserves more dignity than to be called mere 'fucking'."
     
     Laura smiled and stroked her naked back.  She kissed
her warmly, dropping her hands to Makeeda's incredible round
and hard and jutting bottom.  "I think it's fucking and
loving both together," she murmured against Makeeda's smooth
brown cheek.  "I want you to fuck me and love me at the same
time."
     
     Makeeda smiled, her beguiling hazel eyes all glittery
with tears.  "Do you take requests?" she said, almost shyly.
     
     Laura almost guffawed.  She giggled.  "Aren't you the
singer?  Aren't you supposed to be the one who takes
requests?"
     
     "I never take requests," Makeeda said, serious for a
moment, always the professional.  It was so easy to draw her
into her professional concerns.  "People think they own you
then."
     
     Laura pinched her delicious bottom lightly.  "What is
your request of me?"
     
     "Remember when we . . . loved-and-fucked before," she
teased, in deference to Laura's rewording of their
encounter.
     
     "How could I ever forget it."
     
     "When you touched my rectum with your fingertip . . .
just before I came?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I wondered if I was being too bold."
     
     Makeeda shook her head.  "It happens to just make me
nearly die.  I mean, if you push your finger all the way in.
I just . . ."
     
     "God, I'd hate to see you come any deeper than you did
that time.  I'd have to call the paramedics."
     
     "Don't worry.  I'll survive.  I couldn't get Diane to
do it very often.  She thought it was dirty.  You know, not
hygienic.  She had a thing about that."
     
     Laura kissed her even more warmly.  "I guess that's why
they made soap.  Honey, I will do whatever you want me to do
and pray you come back to me from paradise."
     
     "I will," Makeeda smiled.  "I'll come back for more, if
nothing else."
     
     There was nothing like announcing what was coming to
absolutely catch your blood on fire, Laura reflected.  She
leaned across the large bed to the bedstand, pulled open the
drawer, and took out the small bottle of baby oil she always
kept there.  Fortunately, it was nearly full, so that it
didn't look to Makeeda as if she were doing this all the
time.
     
     Makeeda's eyes flashed with excitement as she saw what
Laura was doing.  Laura placed the bottle beside them on the
bed, in easy reach.
     
     "Come to me, my darling," she whispered, holding out
her arms and embracing Makeeda's magnificent naked body as
they sank together back to the mattress.
     
     Makeeda couldn't let the teasing go.  "Are you going to
fuck me or love me?"
     
     "My darling," Laura nuzzled her neck and squeezed her
incredibly firm breasts, stroking her very firm body, "I am
going to eat you alive.  You decide what to call it."
     
     Already Makeeda was panting, as she watched Laura drop
her mouth to her swollen black nipples.  "Oh Laura . . . I
dreamed of this," she panted in a soft, faraway voice.
     
     "Me too," Laura said, but she could say no more since
her mouth was now full of one delicious pulpy, hardening
nipple.
     
     "You can suck hard . . ." Makeeda panted, twisting a
little under Laura.  "You can suck hard.  God, it makes me
pop."
     
     "Mmmm, like this?" Laura smiled up at her, suctioning
the flaring bulb passionately.
     
     "Unhhhh!  Oh yes!  Oh shit!"
     
     "Don't come yet," Laura cautioned her, looking up at
her, releasing the gorgeous shiny wet nipple from her lips
for a second.
     
     "I might not be able to help it," Makeeda panted, her
hard flesh actually quivering excitedly under Laura's
fingers.
     
     "Yes you can," Laura panted back.  "I'm going to do
what you asked.  You can wait.  You can hold it."
     
     "I'll . . . try," Makeeda whimpered, her fantastic
hazel eyes swirling and sizzling with fiery sexual sparks.
     
     "I'm going to kiss your beautiful muscles," Laura
purred, letting herself now ascend into the total, slavish
worship of this woman's incredible body.  "You are so silky
and hard."
     
     She left Makeeda's breasts, at least momentarily, since
they seemed so sensitive at this particular instant that
further attention to them threatened to bring along a
premature finish.  She had been so enthralled by her
rapturous love for Makeeda over the past several weeks that
the stunning magnificence and erotic splendor of the woman's
nearly perfect body had receded into the background.  Sex
had been less on Laura's mind than the deep emotion Makeeda
seemed to stir in her.  But now sex was making a sudden
reappearance.  There was no way you could brush your lips or
your fingertips over this woman's taut, silky, flawless
flesh without feeling a raging need for her awaken suddenly
in your own body.
     
     As usual, Laura lusted for the whole woman, and she now
spent a luxurious eternity kissing Makeeda's incredible hard
stomach, letting her lips trace every ripple and nuance of
muscle, feeling the soft invisible down that covered
Makeeda's richly brown skin, letting her tongue dance around
the girl's odd and alluring navel, a nubby jewel of flesh
nestled in its own sculptured cavity.
     
     Makeeda watched.  Now that Laura had left her breasts,
at least momentarily, she was not quivering with sexual
tension and instead could enjoy Laura's enjoyment of her
spectacular naked body.  With one hand she pulled down a
pillow and scrunched it up under her head, looking at
Laura's lips and fingertips caressing her taut midriff, the
upper four planes of smooth muscle clearly delineated and
subject to Laura's elaborate worship.  Laura looked up
smiling at her as she kissed Makeeda's stomach.
     
     "I can't believe you got these just by swimming," she
purred.  "You had to have been born with them."
     
     Makeeda smiled back sensually.  "I guess I had a good
start," she sighed.  "You know, that feels so good, I
wouldn't mind if you did it forever."
     
     "And ignore the rest of this incredible body?" Laura
said, letting her hands graze Makeeda's squirming hips, then
slip under them to clutch her firm, round ass cheeks.  "I
want the rest.  I want it all."
     
     She coaxed Makeeda over onto her stomach and began
kissing the girl's fantastic back as well as her hard,
jutting buns.  Though their souls already seemed knotted
together, Laura remembered that they had done this only once
before, and that the magnificence of Makeeda's body was
endlessly fascinating and arousing.  She lavished the same
sweet attention on Makeeda's dark brown, muscular back and
her jutting ass that she had shown the front of her body,
and soon Makeeda was moaning and twisting under her, no
longer wry and relaxed but now panting and eager for Laura
to turn up the heat.
     
     "Oh god, that feels good!" she gasped, looking back
over her shoulder, her hazel eyes now reddened with sexual
need, fiery and throbbing.  "You can forget about the loving
and just get to the fucking now, if you want to."
     
     "I told you: the loving and the fucking go together,"
Laura admonished her playfully, nipping one round, amazingly
firm buttock.
     
     "Unhhh!" Makeeda gasped again.  "Well . . . just . . .
put the two of them together . . . quick.  If you don't
mind."
     
     "I love you, Cynthia Brickus," Laura teased, slithering
her tongue between Makeeda's taut ass cheeks.
     
     "Don't call me that."
     
     "Mmmmm, I love you, Cynthia Makeeda," Laura purred,
pulling the crack open further and finding Makeeda's pinched
closed rectum with the tip of her tongue.
     
     "Aiieee!  Oh shit, that feels good!  Don't . . . call
me that.  Please."
     
     Laura had guessed that since Diane had been squeamish
about anal fucking, even with a finger, she probably had
never performed analingus on this darling woman.  Of course
Makeeda had one of those round, hard bottoms that made it
difficult to probe the depths merely with one's tongue, but
Laura was very determined.  She pulled Makeeda's firm round
cheeks open with her fingers and pushed her face between
them quickly, knowing that Makeeda indeed was already
fiercely aroused and would welcome this happy assault.
     
     "Unnhhh . . . oh! Unhhhh!" Makeeda groaned, her amazing
buttocks clenching.
     
     With her thumbs Laura pried open the tight, shriveled
little aperture, then quickly wriggled her tongue into the
snug, warm cavity, pushing it in as far as she could.
Having felt it herself, she knew how Makeeda would react.
     
     "Ungghh!  Mnnnnggeeee!  Oh!  Oh . . . god . . . Laura!"
     
     Her body writhed and clenched under Laura, and she
whooped and groaned softly, trying to look back over her
shoulder again but overcome by the sensations Laura's tongue
rooting in her asshole caused.  Knowing she probably
wouldn't come only from this, Laura was tongue-fucking her
tight rectum vigorously, meanwhile digging her fingers into
the hard melons of Makeeda's naked dark brown buns.  It was
a sensation Makeeda had clearly never felt before, and she
quivered and moaned happily, finally becoming so aroused,
jouncing and squirming around, that Laura was afraid she
indeed might come after all.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh god . . . oh . . . ungghhhh . . . oh Laura
. . ." Makeeda gasped, now beginning to undulate and churn
her ass back and up into Laura's face so rhythmically that
Laura began to think these were signs of an impending
climax.
     
     Very hungry for Makeeda's pussy too, she again coaxed
the squirming girl over onto her back, snatching up the
small plastic bottle with one hand at the same time.
Makeeda's limpid hazel eyes were now begging her.  Whereas
before they had been fiery and sparking with sexual need,
they were now yielding and submissive and throbbing with
love for Laura.  She needs it, Laura realized.  She wants
it, she's desperate for it.  Oh yes, honey, you are going to
come so hard.
     
     All these preliminaries had aroused Makeeda's pussy to
the point where it was now swollen and puckered, the wavy
black lips shiny with juice and parted to reveal the
glistening wet pink flesh within.  Makeeda's large clit was
now pushing out from it's black hood.  Everything was ready
for Laura's love assault, she knew.
     
     Quickly she flipped open the cap of the small bottle
and poured a thin film of baby oil onto her forefinger,
while Makeeda watched, hypnotically fascinated.  Laura
grinned affectionately at her as she snapped the cap back
into place.
     
     "Lie back, my darling, and let me love you and fuck you
to heaven," she murmured.
     
     Makeeda did not need to lie back since she was already
lying back with her head propped up by the pillow, but she
let her thighs yawn just a little bit wider as a receptive
gesture to Laura, and her sensual lips curved in a grateful
smile.  "Do me, Laura," she gasped softly in a hoarse,
clotted voice, so very different from the superb musical
instrument she normally had.  Her eyes nearly smoked.  "I
love you."
     
     "And I love you, my love.  You are mine forever," Laura
purred as she nestled between Makeeda's magnificent spread
thighs and brought her mouth close to the girl's beautiful,
glistening, inflamed pussy.
     
     The next few moments were a hot blur for both of them.
Makeeda's eyes rolled up as Laura's mouth touched her
swollen, flowing pussy, and a tight whimper caught in her
throat just as Laura's lubricated finger slid slowly but
steadily up into her rectum.
     
     "Unhhhhh!  Oh!"
     
     Both of them knew at this moment that no matter how
much they wanted to prolong this particular ecstasy-the
first second of complete penetration, of deep physical
linkage and union of their yearning, overheated bodies-there
was no way Makeeda could be kept from her impending orgasm
much longer.  She whimpered semi-hysterically as Laura, with
the thumb of her left hand, pulled back the wet, shiny black
sheltering hood from her large clit, which was now standing
at attention like a tiny bald soldier, and began licking it
hungrily.  At the same instant she began rotating her finger
inside Makeeda's ass and then sliding it more quickly in and
out, fucking her gently, then more roughly and insistently,
then sucking her bulbous clit, filled with glorious lust and
happiness as she felt and heard Makeeda go completely out of
control as a result of this sharp love assault.
     
     "Unnhhh!  Unhh!  Ohn!  Ungghh!  Oh god!  Laur-"
     
     "Mmmm, are you going to pop?" Laura smiled up at her,
her lips only a fraction of an inch from Makeeda's engorged
wet clit, which was swollen and throbbing.
     
     "Unhh!  Yes!  Oh . . . please!"
     
     "See, I told you I was going to make you beg," Laura
breathed, now going for the coup de grace.
     
     She was a little sad that it wasn't going to go on for
another hour since the sight of Makeeda's writhing,
muscular, magnificent naked body all contorted with the
surging, flexing tensions of her imminent climax was the
most beautiful and sexually stirring sight she had ever
witnessed.  Makeeda's fingertips fluttered over her hard,
pointing, glimmering black nipples, then down her taut,
rippling stomach to Laura's head, then spastically across
her churning hips to the rumpled sheet.  She moaned
uncontrollably.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn! Ahhnngggg!"
     
     The two of them had lapsed into a constant rhythm, a
constant pumping and gyrating motion, that Laura knew meant
the end was near.  The rhythm accelerated.  Makeeda gasped
and grunted softly, pumping harder.  Her incredible body
strained and arched up off the mattress.  Laura sucked and
tongued her fat hard clit, fucking her ass even harder with
her greased finger, sliding it in deep when Makeeda's pelvis
rose off the bed, skewering her with it.
     
     "Auunnrrrggghhh!" Makeeda groaned.
     
     Then, without much warning, her phenomenal body
clenched, went stiff, then quivered uncontrollably as she
lapsed into something resembling a grand mal seizure.  Even
though this was what Laura had been aiming for, she almost
panicked.  Makeeda's incredible hard and silky flesh
twitched and jumped uncontrollably; her eyelids fluttered,
her eyes rolled up, her breath was harsh and scratchy, her
fingers skittered spastically over hers and Laura's bodies.
She wheezed and shuddered, then fell into a stiff trance,
barely breathing.
     
     Oh god, I've killed her! Laura thought, irrationally,
though she knew Makeeda came hard, blackout hard.  But even
though it seemed like an eternity to Laura, it was in fact
only a few seconds before the deep spasms of killing rapture
began to wrack Makeeda's clenching body, and strangled moans
of excruciating pleasure began to fight their way out of her
tight throat.
     
     Laura could feel the girl's tight rectum spasming on
her deeply embedded finger.  Maybe she was imagining it, but
she thought she could feel the rubbery little bulb of
Makeeda's clit throbbing against her tongue too.
     
     "Auunngghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Makeeda groaned, a soft,
constant, tortured groan, her face grimacing as wave after
wave of intense coming wracked her body, which alternately
stiffened, then fell back in larger undulations, then
stiffened again for another shockwave.
"Ohhnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
     
     Oh god, she comes so hard, Laura thought, still holding
Makeeda's clit lightly between her lips and making sure her
finger was still sunk deep in Makeeda's ass, but otherwise
trying only to help and to watch and to experience by
empathy if nothing else the immense, transfiguring sexual
bliss she was witnessing.  After five or six long groans and
shuddering spasms, Makeeda went silent again, just flexing
and quivering and panting, her eyelids fluttering again in
the deep-trance way that so alarmed Laura, clearly still
coming, though in a more feathery and less wrenching way
than before.
     
     This phase too seemed to go on forever, waning ever so
slightly after a minute or so until Makeeda's breathing
began to slow and return to normal, and her sleek flesh
ceased to shake.  Still, she lay as if in a trance,
unmoving.  Laura carefully slid her finger out and released
Makeeda's clit from her lips.  She slipped up next to her,
kissing her cheek, gently massaging her breasts, waiting for
her to surface from this cataclysm of rapture.
     
     After the longest time Makeeda blinked.  Her eyes
slowly opened and focused.  A weak half smile began to form
on her sensual lips.
     
     "You don't give a girl half a chance, do you," she
whispered in a devastated croak.
     
     Laura turned wide-eyed and innocent.  "I don't know
what you mean."
     
     A wry grin took the place of the half-smile on
Makeeda's face.  "First you make me fall in love with you.
Against my will.  Against my better judgment.  Then you do .
. . that . . . to me.  Make me come like that again.  I told
you last time, I haven't come like that in years."
     
     Laura brushed her lips against Makeeda's astonishingly
soft brown cheek.  "Maybe you ought to try to get back to
the regular way.  That way frankly scares me to death.  I'm
afraid you're going to have a seizure or something."
     
     Makeeda smiled indulgently, propping herself up on her
elbows.  "You forget that you're the one who brings it out
in me."
     
     Laura blushed.  She hadn't blushed for such a long time
that it surprised and embarrassed her.  "I . . . thought
maybe you were just saying that."
     
     Makeeda shook her head before encircling the back of
Laura's neck with one arm and pulling her down, whispering,
solemn.  "I am a serious person," she murmured, her lips
nearly touching Laura's.  "I say what I mean.  I don't think
even Diane at the very start ever made me come like you just
did."
     
     Laura did not know how to respond and thus said
nothing.  She was filled with a hot rush of fresh lust and
wanted to fuck Makeeda again, immediately.  Since they were
about to kiss again, she couldn't help digging her
fingertips suggestively into Makeeda's phenomenal hard
flesh, but Makeeda had other plans.  She had recovered from
her debilitating orgasm and in their loving struggle managed
to push Laura onto her back, smiling and chuckling softly.
     
     "Oh no you don't," she purred to Laura, taking the
upper hand, now stroking Laura's body more aggressively.  "I
get my chance too.  Now, if you don' t mind, please go in
and wash out your mouth, since your tongue was in a bad
place.  Then hurry back so I can finish what we started."
     
     Laura's eyes glistened.  "It will never be finished,"
she said softly.
     
     Then, before they both became overwhelmed by emotion
again, she hopped off the bed, darted into the master
bathroom, rinsed her mouth quickly with Listerine, and
dashed back to the bed.  She came excitedly into Makeeda's
outstretched arms.
     
     "By the way," she purred into Makeeda's beautifully
shaped bare shoulder, "I don't think it's a 'bad' place.  I
think it's a yummy place.  Anyway, you almost came while I
was doing it.  I had to stop."
     
     "You're right," Makeeda whispered, now kissing whatever
part of Laura's naked body she could reach, and firmly
stroking the rest.  "I nearly did.  I nearly come whenever
you touch me.  But especially there."
     
     Laura was listening, but Makeeda's words seemed to
blend into a stream of sensuality that was engulfing her
body now.  She had been sexually consumed before by women
who had genuinely loved her, at least at the moment-most
recently, of course, by Sara-but Makeeda's lips, Makeeda's
fingers, her smooth skin sliding across Laura's, her soft
murmuring, her tongue, her breath, all of it seemed to
combine to draw Laura down into a whirling hot storm of
passion and intense emotion that made her barely conscious
of what was happening to her body other than to feel the
throbbing hunger that seemed to swell up inside her.
     
     Laura's breasts were smaller than Makeeda's, who seemed
to be so enchanted with them that she was attempting to get
them, one at a time, completely into her mouth.  And
succeeding.  And yet it was not a fierce, impassioned sexual
assault on Laura's body but rather a slow, simmering,
patient exercise of sensual skill and tenderness.  She
sucked Laura's nipples slowly and wetly, curling her tongue
around them, squeezing the small globes of Laura's breasts
with her fingers, looking up soulfully into Laura's eyes,
letting Laura know that this was worship every bit as deep
as Laura's adoration of her, Makeeda's, body.
     
     "Maybe I never told you I wish I had breasts like
this," Makeeda murmured, while stroking one of Laura's
excited, taut nipples with her tongue.  "So perfect and
small and beautifully shaped.  I love your breasts.  I love
the color of your nipples.  When I was in Tokyo,
masturbating in my bath, I imagined having them in my mouth
like this."
     
     Laura was so aroused that she could barely respond.  As
always, fucking Makeeda first had wound her up as tightly as
a hot spring, and she was ready to burst out.  And now
Makeeda's slow, sensual mouth on her nipples was making her
body writhe with need.
     
     "I . . . honey . . . I . . . I'm going to come, if you
keep that up," she panted, semi-hysterically, looking down
at her wet nipples and Makeeda's clever pink tongue.
     
     "Mmmm, making you come is my best song," Makeeda
grinned.  She slid a little lower on Laura's body, kissing
the firm, silky sweep of Laura's abdomen and her flat belly,
but then kissing her way back up again.  "I want that lovely
pink passion flower in my mouth . . . but first I want
this," she purred.  "I've been thinking of it for weeks."
     
     She slid one leg between Laura's thighs and quickly
maneuvered Laura's groin so that she could press her own
into it.  It all happened so fast that Laura was surprised
and sweetly shocked by the intense sensation of pleasure
that filled her as their two wet cunts came together.
     
     "Oh! Unhhhhh!" she gasped aloud, her head falling back.
"Oh . . . yes!"
     
     Usually she herself was the one to initiate a little
tribbing, and being Makeeda's willing victim was an extra
thrill to her.  And Makeeda moved smoothly and confidently,
completely in control and knowing what she was doing.
Often, especially with newbies, it was hard to make this
truly fulfilling, but Makeeda's fingers were busy from the
start, spreading her own vulva, then Laura's, so that there
was a perfect mating of their hot wet pussies.  Then she
began to gyrate, slowly, rhythmically, her throbbing hazel
eyes catching Laura's and holding them as she leaned back on
her elbows.
     
     The only sound was their panting and the soft,
rhythmical noises the bed made as they surged into each
other.  But their eyes remained locked, and flowing between
them was all the intense feeling and piercing sexual need
they had stored up during their time apart.  It was, Laura
reflected, perhaps the sweetest and most intimate way to
fuck, their hot, slippery, aching cunts sliding together,
their fingers fluttering across each other's legs, their
sexual desperation beginning to show in their faces, in
their eyes.  I am going to come, Laura realized.  I don't
know if she is, but I am certainly going to come.  Any
second.
     
     "Oh god . . . honey . . . make it go . . . faster!" she
panted to Makeeda, accelerating her own thrusts, feeling her
body on the verge of boiling over with fierce eruptions of
coming.
     
     As soon as she realized from Laura's demeanor-her wild
panting, her crazy, frantic thrusting and pumping, her
writhing, her flaming eyes-that she was indeed only seconds
from a climax, Makeeda seemed to swoop forward, twisting her
own body so that she could lean over and half-embrace Laura
from a small distance, still jamming her own pussy into
Laura's more roughly now, fucking Laura more aggressively,
changing their positions so that she could grind hard and
down into Laura's throbbing slit.  Laura could even feel
Makeeda's hard, round breasts brushing her own as Makeeda
leaned forward, she too now gasping from the effort, her
hazel eyes streaked with searing love for Laura.
     
     "Come, baby, go ahead . . . come home to Mama . . .
come now . . . come home to Mama . . ." she panted to Laura,
synchronizing the grinding of their pelvises to bring the
maximum pleasure to her, to make Laura come, as Laura was
only micro-seconds from doing.
     
     "Oh . . . ungghhhh . . . oh yes!" Laura gasped, her
body jackknifing against her will as she felt the first
upsurge of a shooting star orgasm.  "Unnngghh!  Oh!
Auunngghhhhhhhhh!  Ooohhmmnngggg!  Auungghhmmnnnggeeeee!"
     
     From the moment she began to come everything else was
obliterated for Laura in a pulsating sunburst of rapture.
Makeeda was holding her, leaning forward, her pussy glued to
Laura's, her fingers biting into Laura's flesh, but Laura
was only a throbbing cloud of light, totally robbed of
breath for a few seconds as spasm after spasm of the most
unbelievable bliss wracked her shuddering body.
     
     "Ohhnnnnnnnnn!" she gasped, feeling tears leak from the
corners of her eyes, again experiencing a more normal
sensation in her spasming pussy as she felt Makeeda's own
wet cunt lips still pressed against it.  "Ohhhhnnnnnn  god!
Ahnnnnnnn!  Oh!  Don't move!  Unhhhhh!  Oh . . . another
one!"
     
     Her body shuddered, then twice, sharply, as a fresh
orgasmic spasm gripped it.
     
     "Unnhhhuunnnhhhh!" she groaned, smiling, then laughing
suddenly a little, totally destroyed by the aftershocks.
She looked into Makeeda's eyes and came again.
"Unnnhhhunnnnhhh!  Oh!  Oh god . . . will they never stop?"
     
     Her eyes were watering, and she was laughing into
Makeeda's bare shoulder, and now finding enough strength in
her arms to reach up and half-embrace Makeeda too.  Finally,
both of them realized that the last spasm had waned, and
they released their hold on each other long enough to fall
back together to the sheet.  Now they coiled together
aggressively again, Laura kissing Makeeda passionately,
Makeeda smiling and kissing back, clearly proud to have made
Laura come so sharply.
     
     "Oh god, you're a miracle," Laura purred to her.  "I
want to stay right here forever."
     
     Makeeda giggled softly and nervously.  "Mmmm, that's
good, because I kind of got my own fires going again by
doing that.  The miracle is how much I like doing it with
you, and how fast I get off.  I even got off fast thinking
about you while I was gone.  I'd be lying there in a hot
bath, preparing myself for a nice lengthy fantasy.  'Laura
and I will make love.  No, first we'll undress each other,
slowly.  Then we'll make love.  We'll kiss each other.  All over.
I'll worship those marvelous breasts of hers that I wish
were mine.  I'll suck them.  She'll suck these.  I'll taste
her pretty wet pink pussy.  We'll . . . we'll . . .'  Oh
then I'd start coming."  She giggled, embarrassed, to Laura.
"While I was thinking, I was touching myself, you know.
Unconsciously.  Then I'd suddenly be coming, and way before
I wanted to.  Because thinking of you got me so aroused."
     
     Laura smiled and nuzzled her shoulder.  "Then you
should've started over.  I could make you come twice."
     
     Makeeda grinned and 'blushed'.  "You did.  Once you
made me come three times.  I felt so guilty.  Like when I
was in high school, doing it in secret so my parents
wouldn't hear me."
     
     "Mmmm, I'm going to make you come twice again," Laura
murmured, suddenly aggressive again, rolling Makeeda onto
her back, moving her own body half on top of her.  All this
talk had recharged her sexual juices, even though she had
just had a thrilling set of climaxes.  "Maybe three times .
. . or four."
     
     Makeeda looked solemnly, deeply, into Laura's eyes.  "I
believe you could."
     
     This time when they kissed it was a wholly different
experience than they had yet shared.  Laura marveled at how
sex and love could show such astonishing variation and
nuance.  It was as if they were two new beings kissing one
another for the first time, as if their two orgasms had
changed them and their relationship again forever, bringing
them closer, teaching them new things about each other's
body, suggesting to them new ways to please each other and
to knit their flesh together into a throbbing nerve of
ecstasy.
     
     They had pleasured each other in sequence, but now they
swarmed over each other without a definite plan, simply
taking deep delight in the feel of their warm smooth flesh
rubbing, their mouths literally drinking each other.  There
was no urgency, no sharp need, but an awareness that they
were flowing together as they had never done up to this
moment, more intimate, more intensely connected, their
bodies moving in unison, their breathing rhythmical and
harmonious, their physical needs closely calibrated so that
their sexual temperatures were rising in tandem to the same
levels.
     
     Almost without realizing how she got there, Laura
became aware that she was straddling Makeeda's waist with
her thighs and pressing her wet pussy into Makeeda's hard,
beautiful abdominal muscles, something she had longed to do
from the moment she saw Makeeda naked but had never had the
opportunity for until now.  Makeeda, smiling up at her,
caressed the hard top muscles of Laura's thighs with her
fingers, undulating ever so slightly under Laura's smooth
forward thrusts, pushing her muscles up into Laura's
splayed, slippery cunt lips.
     
     "You like that, don't you," she purred to Laura.
     
     Laura's eyes were rolling up, and she had to fight to
bring herself back, to answer.  "I . . . love that," she
panted.
     
     "Lean down a little," Makeeda said, running her hands
over Laura's small, dangling breasts.  "I want these again."
     
     For the next several minutes they remained in this most
pleasurable position, Laura rubbing her wet pussy back and
forth on Makeeda's hard abs, Makeeda sensually tonguing and
sucking Laura's breasts, holding them lightly in her fingers
and tenderly mauling them with her mouth.  Since they had
both climaxed tumultuously only a short time earlier,
neither felt the need to drive this forward at any unseemly
speed.  They simply sank together into a slow, simmering
rhythm, feeling their bodies melt together, feeling the deep
emotion they shared grow and swell in them.
     
     But after a while the sensations grew too intense for
either one to bear much longer.  They easily flowed into
another period of surging and groping and sucking, until
after a few more moments Laura found herself on her back
with Makeeda on top of her, sucking her neck and her
shoulder, squeezing her breasts more frantically.  She could
hear Makeeda's raspy panting, then her own, a series of
hoarse bursts of breath, even a small whimper as Makeeda's
fingers found her soupy, throbbing pussy and penetrated it.
     
     "Unhh!  Unhhhhh!  Oh!" Laura gasped, wondering if this
was it, if Makeeda was going to persist until she came.
     
     But both of them were becoming so desperate to mash
their hungry flesh together than even fingerfucking had to
give way to their urgency, and after a few seconds Makeeda
was crouching over her, then crushing Laura against her hard
body in a fierce embrace, her large silky thigh between
Laura's, her thigh muscle rubbing directly into Laura's wet
pussy, while Laura's rubbed hers.  This was the way Brandi
had often fucked her, Laura remembered, sending her into
shocking orgasmic seizures, and she knew beyond a doubt that
it was going to happen to her again.
     
     "Aunngghh!" she groaned as Makeeda's thigh swept up and
down in her flooding crotch.  "Ungghhh!"
     
     "Ummnngg . . . ahhnngggg!" she heard Makeeda groaning
and grunting softly too.
     
     She could feel Makeeda's body clenching and slightly
shuddering at the same time, as if she were as clawed by
sexual frenzy as Laura was.  And this made Laura even more
aware of her own thigh in Makeeda's slippery, warm crotch.
She could feel the girl's wet pussy splayed against her own
thigh muscle and accordingly clenched it and jammed it
upward into Makeeda's thrusts, hoping that they could come
together, since she herself was obviously going to come in
only a few more seconds.
     
     "Oh . . . honey . . . I love you . . . come with me . .
." she panted almost deliriously, her voice so soft and
labored that she could barely hear it herself and wondered
if Makeeda did.
     
     "Unhhhh . . . oh Laura . . . oh . . . Laura . . .
ungghhh!"
     
     Then a weird thing happened.  Laura only remembered it
happening once or twice in her life before.  A switch was
thrown somewhere.  A circuit was completed.  Their two
striving, struggling bodies were merged by an instantaneous
lightning bolt, and the orgasm that occurred seemed to be
only one, but experienced equally by two halves.
     
     "Auunngghhh!" she heard Makeeda groan loudly.  And then
her own strangled cries were intermingled with Makeeda's
groans almost in the same instant.
     
     "Ohhnnnggmmnnggiiieee!"
     
     "Auunngghhhh!  Unngghhaiiii!'
     
     They were kissing, teeth clanking again, their sobs of
ecstasy flowing together into one frantic moan of sharp
release as exquisite spasms of sexual rapture wrenched their
shuddering, mated flesh.  It was a very athletic orgasm,
full of desperate grasping and fierce hugging and helpless
moaning, and it went on and on until neither one of them
could keep it going any longer.  They were exhausted
finally, loosening their grip, their flesh going finally
slack, as Makeeda rolled gently to the side and slid off
Laura's body, still panting, her eyes glazed as she smiled
at the smiling, shattered Laura, who lay supine and
destroyed beside her.
     
     At the height of her climax, her pussy had clenched
almost painfully in a white-hot spasm so sharp that it had
given an extra yelp to her screams of bliss.  She thought
she had heard the same hitch in one of Makeeda's moans, and
realized that they had really scorched one another this time
deep in their cores.  No words were necessary as their hands
found each other and coiled together.  They embraced and
kissed slowly now, tenderly, to put the seal on this soul-
scorching orgasm.
     
     "Did your pussy hurt when you came?" Laura finally
asked her, in a soft murmur.
     
     "How did you know?" Makeeda asked, wide-eyed.
     
     "Mine did too.  I heard you . . . sort of squeal."
     
     Makeeda looked down at her wet thigh, and then at
Laura's.  "We made messy messy," she giggled softly.  "I
think we have to remember to do that again.  I just about
fainted when we both came together."
     
     Laura smiled.  It was a nice lie.  She knew that
Makeeda had not come as hard as she did when she went into
one of those near-seizures, and yet it had been a face to
face, hot-embrace, gagging and clenching beauty, it was
true.  She retrieved some towels from the bathroom so they
could mop up a little, then curled together with Makeeda for
a long session of cooing and cuddling.
     
     "You're never leaving me now," she purred into
Makeeda's neck.  "I don't care if you have to sing
somewhere, and everyone is simply slain by your beauty and
your wonderful voice and incredible musical skills.  You're
mine now.  There's one thing I want you to know," she sang
softly, in her shaky, amateurish, but very sincere voice.
"I've loved you since heaven knows when . . ."
     
     Makeeda stopped her singing with a warm, wet, and very
scintillating kiss.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
html formats, on the ASS text archive site at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura/www.  Text files may also be
downloaded via FTP at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura.
The chapters are now also available in html format at
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  c
Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2004.  It is unlawful to
reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the
written consent of the author.

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