







                               Katrina and Laura

                                   by "D" 



This story includes situations of an adult nature that may not be appropriate 
for all readers.

The characters, situations, locations and actions depicted herein are fiction 
and are provided solely for the entertainment of the reader. Any resemblence to 
real persons, living or dead, is coincidence and exists strictly in the mind of 
the beholder. 

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Synopsis: Katrina is an openly lesbian career girl between relationships. She 
encounters Laura, an older woman at a client's office, who pings highly on 
Katrina's gaydar. If Laura has gay tendencies, she's deep in her closet. After 
Laura learns of her husband's intent to divorce her, she finds shelter in 
Katrina's apartment and comfort in Katrina's arms. 

NOTE: Please see the disclaimer, below. 
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                                   Part I

Katrina stepped from her shower, grabbed a towel and dried herself. She dressed 
in a gray skirt and a white blouse; then she used a dryer on her shoulder-
length, copper-colored hair. Looking in the mirror she applied a thin line of 
eyeliner and then some clear lip gloss. 

She slipped into a gray jacket that matched her skirt and headed toward the 
front door of her apartment. Katrina picked up her laptop and handbag, slung 
them over her shoulder and headed for the parking lot. She unlocked the trunk 
and set her laptop case beside several large cartons, slammed down the trunk and 
started her motor. 

Her drive took her downtown. She parked in the parking structure recommended by 
her client. Katrina opened her trunk and withdrew a collapsible hand truck. Onto 
it she stacked the cartons; then she slung her laptop over her shoulder and 
wheeled the truck to the elevators and to the street. 

Katrina reviewed a sheet with directions. It was about a three block walk to her 
appointment. She pushed the hand truck into the elevator and selected the 
fourteenth floor. The elevator doors opened and she pushed the truck through a 
doorway and stopped before a reception desk. 

A pleasant-looking, middle-aged woman greeted her. "May I help you?" 

"My name is Katrina Joy," she replied. "I have an appointment with Kevin 
McNichols." 

"I'll let him know you're here." She picked up a telephone and punched in an 
extension. "Kevin? Katrina Joy to see you." She set down the phone. "He'll be 
right out, Katrina." 

"Call me Trina." 

"Hi, Trina -- I'm Laura." 

A young man greeted her. "I'm Kevin," he said. "You must be Trina." 

"Pleased to meet you in person," Katrina replied. "We've had a number of phone 
conversations." 

"Come with me," he said and led Katrina to a conference room. "We set this up as 
a classroom per your specifications. We have a projector and screen, and PCs for 
each attendee." He handed her photocopied sheets. "This is the class roster. 
You'll be here all this week?" 

"Yes," she replied, "and two days next week. We'll spend the first three days 
with the front-line users, Thursday and Friday with the back office and Monday 
and Tuesday of next week training your technology and operations areas." 

"We've made attendance mandatory," Kevin said, "so make sure you get 
signatures." 

"Understood. We have two sessions, one from nine to noon and the other twelve-
thirty to three-thirty. After that we have a one-hour hands-on lab. That leaves 
a half-hour for lunch." 

"That should be fine," Kevin replied. As for logistics -- the restrooms are down 
the corridor. We close the main door at five. If you find yourself leaving after 
the main door is closed, there's another exit in the break room. That one is 
never locked from the inside, but you need a pass code to open it from the 
outside. Remember that if you leave via that door, you might not be able to get 
back in." Katrina nodded in comprehension. "Do you require anything else?" 

"I'd like an easel with flip-sheets." 

"We can accommodate that. Come with me." Kevin led her back to the reception 
desk. "Laura," he said, "Trina here is conducting training on our new order 
tracking system." He turned to Katrina. "What did you say you needed?" 

"An easel with flip sheets." 

"I'll locate one for you," Laura replied. 

"If there's anything else you need, Laura will take care of you. Good luck with 
your students." 



Katrina strolled to the reception area. Laura regarded her from behind her desk. 
"Do you need something, Trina?" she asked. 

"Oh, no, Laura. I was wondering where I could find some lunch." 

"There's a cafe in the lobby," Laura replied. "It's cafeteria-style. I was going 
down there myself. Would you like me to walk with you?" 

"If it's no trouble," Katrina replied. 

"None at all. Let me call my backup." She picked up the phone and punched in an 
extension. "Heidi? It's Laura. Can you cover while I go to lunch? Thanks." She 
set down the handset. "She'll be right out." 

Katrina regarded a framed photograph on Laura's desk. "Is this your family?" she 
asked. 

"Yes -- that's my husband Rob and my daughter Monica ... and her fiancé, Jeff." 

"She's a beautiful young lady," Katrina remarked. 

A young Black woman stepped behind Laura's desk. "Follow me, Trina," Laura said. 

Katrina sized up Laura. She appeared to be in her mid thirties. She wore a skirt 
that didn't quite reach her knees and Katrina thought her legs looked trim. 
Nichole's build was medium, and she had bi-color hair: lightened layers on top 
and brunette underneath. 

They reached the cafe and picked up trays. Katrina selected a sandwich, chips 
and soda and carried her tray to the cashier. Then she found a vacant table and 
sat. Laura sat across from her. 

"How's the training going?" Laura asked. 

"It's going well. It's a sharp group ... at least today's group is sharp. They 
ask the right questions. Sometimes I give these and I'm looking out over a sea 
of glassy stares." She sipped her soda. "I'll tell you, Laura -- you don't look 
old enough to have a daughter who's engaged." 

"I started early," she replied. "I was twenty when I had Monica." 

"How old are you, now?" Katrina asked, "if I may ask." 

"How old are you?" Laura replied, "if I may ask." 

"Turnabout's fair play. I'm twenty-eight." 

"I remember being twenty-eight. I had an eight-year-old daughter to care for. 
I'm forty-one, Trina." 

"You look like you're in your thirties -- thirty-five, tops." 

"I take care of myself." Laura finished the salad she had selected for her 
lunch. "I do wonder what it would have been like to be twenty-eight and 
childless. I don't suppose you have children, Trina?" 

"No. I'm not even married. I spend half my days living out of suitcases. It's a 
rare treat for me to have a client in the same city. A child and a husband would 
tie me down too much." 

"A child and a husband is like having two children," Laura replied. 

"Monica is an only child?" 

Laura nodded. "I had complications delivering her, and was unable to have any 
others. Rob and I considered adopting an infant from Asia but we never could 
afford it." 

"Maybe Monica will bless you with grandchildren." 

"They say," Laura replied, "that grandchildren are a parent's reward for not 
strangling her teen. I believe it." She finished the salad she had selected for 
her lunch. "Ready to go back up?" 

Katrina regarded her watch. "It looks like I have time for a quick trip to the 
ladies' room and then we'll start or afternoon session. It was nice talking to 
you, Laura." 



Katrina pressed the button to release the street door. Shortly she heard a rap 
on her door and she opened it. In stepped a woman approximately Katrina's 
height, carrying a soft duffel. She had dark brunette hair, styled in a short, 
rounded bob and she wore jeans and a sweatshirt. 

"Hi, Trina," she said and regarded her costume. "That's cute. Is it new?" 

"Not very new." 

"I guess it has been a while," Jill replied. 

"Would you like some coffee?" Katrina asked. "Or, shall we just get started?" 

"Let me whiz and change," Jill replied and carried her duffel into the bathroom 

Katrina cleared away her dinner setting. Jill emerged wearing a sheer, black 
baby-doll nightgown that was open in the front and tied at the bodice. "You have 
gone buff since the last time I saw you," Katrina remarked. "Look at those 
arms." 

"Yeah... I've been taking walks. I'm down to a size eight." 

"You look good. Your legs look especially good." 

"I've lost some flab and built some muscle," Jill replied. "Because money's so 
tight I had to cancel my membership at the Club ... quit my personal trainer." 

"You had a personal trainer?" 

"Yes... Kyle. He's responsible for how my arms look." She made a slight smile. 
"He was giving me a little action on the side, too. With the budget shrinking I 
couldn't afford to pay him at the club and with Kenny home I couldn't pay him 
with booty. So, he's history. To compensate I've been walking an hour a day, 
three days a week." 

"You can fit that in with your job?" Katrina asked. 

"I walk after dinner. It gets me away from Kenny for an hour. The walking has 
really helped my legs and butt." 

"They look terrific, Jill. I've never seen you looking better." 

"I'm feeling good, too ... except for this." She stroked her belly. "I'm bloated 
and my stomach pooches out. It's a good thing for me that you don't charge 
money, Trina." 

"Are you kidding? I ought to be paying you." 

"Of course, what are you? You must be size zero, you're so slim. I don't think 
you have an ounce of excess fat." 

"I wear size two jeans." 

"Must be tough." Jill pulled open the front of her gown. "Look at this," she 
said as she stroked her belly. "I need one of your treatments to get my tummy 
flattened." 

"You could do that yourself." 

"I was going to do it myself," Jill replied. "If you couldn't see me, I was 
gonna go down to the corner Walgreen's and buy a Fleet enema and take care of 
it." 

"You could have this equipment at home." 

"If Kenny saw this stuff, he'd freak." 

"I doubt he would." 

"Oh, he would," Jill replied. "Believe me he would. Besides -- it's not the same 
without your tender touch." 

Katrina stepped into the kitchen and began running water. She measured a 
tablespoon of baking soda and dumped it into the quart measure. Then, she 
scooped another tablespoon and set it on the counter. 

Once the water was at the correct temperature she filled the measure, swirling 
it to dissolve the soda. This she poured into the enema bag and hung it from a 
towel rod. She refilled the pitcher, added the second scoop of soda and poured 
this into the bag. She snapped open the clamp and ran water through the hose to 
flush if of air, catching the outflow in the pitcher. This she returned to the 
bag. 

Jill approached her and put her hand on Katrina's shoulder. "What did you put in 
this one?" 

"A little baking soda. It'll make it mildly purgative." Katrina affixed the 
douche nozzle to the end of the hose. "If you'll accompany me to my chamber," 
she said and carried the apparatus to her bedroom with Jill following. She hung 
it on the chain. "Okay, Jill. Left side and draw up you knees." 

Jill complied. Katrina lifted the hem of her gown and ran her hand along her 
buttocks and muscular thighs. "Nice and tight butt, girl," she remarked. 
"Whatever you're doing is working -- not a dimple or a ripple in those glutes -- 
and those are terrific-looking thighs." She dipped her finger into the pot of 
vaseline. With her left hand she spread Jill's cheeks and regarded the 
triangular patch of more deeply-pigmented skin surrounding her friend's brown 
anus. 

Katrina buttered Jill's orifice with vaseline, working in in with her finger. 
Then she grasped the nozzle and pressed the tip against Jill's hole. With a 
gentle rocking and twisting motion she eased the tip past the sphincter. Once 
clear, she slid it in up to the hilt. 

"We'll go slow at first. It's been a while so you might have some impaction low 
in your colon. If you start to feel pressure or if you start to cramp, let me 
know and I'll slow down." 

"I remember the drill," Jill replied. 

Katrina snapped open the clamp and then grasped the hose. She permitted a small 
amount of water to flow into Jill's bottom; then she pinched the hose. After 
waiting a moment she released the hose for an instant and pinched it again. "How 
are you doing?" she asked as she delivered the enema is short bursts. 

"I'm doing okay." 

"Any cramping?" Katrina asked. 

"No -- just pressure that builds and releases." 

"Don't forget to breathe," Katrina said. "Take long, deep breaths and use your 
diaphragm. It'll flex your colon and help distribute the water." 

Katrina began admitting more and more water into Jill's colon with each burst. 
She pinched the enema bag. "You're down about a third," she remarked. "Roll onto 
your back." 

Jill rolled over and stretched her legs. Katrina let go of the hose. "You should 
be past any trouble spots," she said. 

"It's flowing in easily, now," Jill replied. 

"I'll give you a tummy massage." Katrina placed her hands on Jill's belly and 
began a gentle, counter-clockwise, circular massage. 

"I'm starting to feel full," Jill said. 

"I'm starting to feel the fullness in your belly. Roll onto your right side." 
Jill complied. "I can feel your cecum," Katrina said as she gently massaged the 
right side of Jill's abdomen. "We'll try to work it in deep." 

Jill ran her hands along her abdomen. "My belly's getting big ... and I'm 
feeling really full." 

Katrina pinched the bag. "You're almost done." The bag emptied with a soft 
gurgle. Katrina closed the clamp and retrieved the nozzle from Jill's bottom. 

Jill rolled onto her back and smoothed her hands along her belly. "God, I am so 
full." 

"Do you feel any discomfort?" Katrina asked. 

"No -- just very full." 

"Let's see how long you can hold it," Katrina said. "The longer the better." She 
caressed Jill's thighs. "I love those sexy legs." She gently palpitated Jill's 
belly. "You are full. How are you doing?" 

"Okay." 

"Hold it as long as you can," Katrina said. "You'll have much better results, 
and we won't need to give you another." She sat on the bed and caressed Jill's 
thigh. 

"I haven't felt much yet. I know you get your kinks giving enemas, Trina. I've 
never seen you take one." 

"I used to all the time," Katrina replied. "I had to quit." 

"Why?" 

Katrina pulled up her camisole and pulled down the hem of her tap pants to 
reveal a thin scar low on the right side of her belly. "When I had my appendix 
out the surgeon told me I should stop the enemas. Otherwise the pressure might 
rupture it and that could be fatal." 

"How long ago was that?" Jill asked. 

"Five years." 

"Certainly you must be healed by now." 

"Would you risk it? I enjoy enemas vicariously, now. I'm enjoying yours as much 
as you are. Feeling anything yet?" 

"I'm starting to feel something... Yes, it's definitely starting to work." 

"Wait 'til the urges get strong," Katrina coached. 

Jill closed her eyes and grunted. "They're getting stronger ... coming in 
waves." 

"The enema is stimulating your colon. That's good -- the peristalsis will break 
up what's in there. You're going to be one cleaned-out gal, Jill. Try rolling 
onto your right side and see if that helps you hold it a bit longer." 

Jill turned onto her right side and drew up her knees. "Oh... Another strong 
one." 

"Hold it back," Katrina said as she caressed Jill's buttock and upper thigh. 
Jill closed her eyes and grimaced. A gurgle came from her abdomen. "I can hear 
it working ... churning stuff up in there. Maybe one more like that one." 

"Okay ... one's starting..." She grunted. "I don't think I can hold this one," 
she gasped. "I'd better go or I'll have an accident." 

"I'll help you." Katrina pressed her thumb against Jill's anus and with her 
other hand pressed her cheeks together. She could feel Jill tensing her 
sphincter. A long and loud groan came from her belly. 

Jill relaxed and panted. Katrina withdrew her thumb. "That was intense," she 
gasped. "I can't hold it through another one like that." 

"Then, go," Katrina replied. Jill swung her feet to the floor and trotted into 
the bathroom, bent over and her arms folded across her abdomen. She flung open 
the toilet lid and sat, the bathroom door wide open. Katrina heard her grunt and 
a gush hit the bowl with considerable force. 

"Remember," Katrina called toward the bathroom, "don't bear down unless you have 
something to push out. Relax and let your colon do the work." 

"Okay..." Jill grunted as she passed another bolus of water. "Oh, God -- so much 
is coming out. I need to do this more often, Trina." 

"Fine by me," Katrina replied. 

Oh, God this feels good..." Jill expelled a long gush. 

"Let me know when you think you're about done." 

"Almost," Jill replied. "Just a few little ones left ... Okay, I think I'm 
done." 

Katrina heard the toilet flush. Jill emerged from the bathroom and smoothed her 
hands along her abdomen. "So flat now..." 

"That's one good looking stomach," Katrina replied. "How about a cup of tea or 
hot chocolate before we do the vodka? It'll give your colon a chance to rest. 
Maybe some more will drain out of you." 

"I feel pretty empty and relaxed," Jill replied. "Tea sounds good." 

"I have some shortbread my sister made." 

Katrina poured hot water into a pair of mugs and dropped tea bags into them. She 
set the mugs on her table along with plates with pieces of shortbread. Jill took 
a bite. "This is very good." 

"My sister's shortbread is excellent." Katrina sipped some tea. "How are you and 
Kenny holding up?" 

"We're keeping it together for Brian's sake," Jill replied. "Those six months 
when we were separated got his attention. He's making an effort." She reached 
across the table and took Katrina's hand. "You were there for me ... gave Brian 
and me a roof over our heads. I'll never forget that, Trina." 

"It was my pleasure. Do you remember your first enema?" Katrina asked. 

"I do. Brian needed one and you showed me how ... by giving me one. I guess I've 
always been somewhat anally oriented." 

"It turned us both on. You asked for another." 

"It was such a good feeling," Jill replied and sipped more tea. 

"It was more than a good feeling," Katrina replied. "That night we couldn't keep 
our hands off each other." 

"You couldn't keep your hands off me, if I recall." 

"Don't tell me the feelings weren't mutual." 

"It was my first ever lesbian encounter," Jill replied. 

"You moved from sleeping on the sofa into my bedroom," Katrina continued. "It 
was a great six months for me, especially after breaking up with Lahni. I was 
sorry when Kenny came crawling back, begging for a reconciliation." She regarded 
her friend. "I was sorry for myself, that is. I'm happy you two have worked 
things out." 

"We have our understanding," Jill replied. "Do you ever hear from Lahni?" 

"Now and then. She's in a new relationship. I was sad to see it end with her but 
I understand why she felt she had to. She wanted ... she needs a full-time 
partner. With me traveling half the year ... I couldn't provide what she needs." 

"So, now what do you do? Cruise the bars?" 

"I never liked doing that," Katrina replied. "Once in a while I find someone to 
hook up with. Usually it's someone working for a client -- someone willing to 
have a week-long fling. I trust my gaydar." She sipped more tea. 

"Did you find anyone at your current client? The one here in town?" 

"Well... There is one gal who pings about an 8.5 on my gaydar. Her name is Laura 
-- the office administrative assistant." 

"Administrative assistant?" Jill asked. 

"A fancy name for receptionist. She's like you, Jill -- older but she takes care 
of herself. What are you? Thirty-five?" 

"Thirty-four, thank you very much." 

"I can't keep track," Katrina replied. "You don't look a day over twenty- five. 
Laura is forty-one but she looks like someone in her early thirties." 

"Then, go for her," Jill said. 

"If my gaydar is right, Laura is pretty far into the closet. She's married, has 
a twenty-something daughter and a future son-in-law ... family photos on the 
desk and a ring on her finger that'll put your eye out." 

"You like her, don't you?" 

"I do. She thinks young." 

"How can you tell?" Jill asked as she sipped her tea. 

"By talking to her ... by how she wears her hair, in a two-tone color way. She 
has a blonde top layer and brunette understory. It's really quite striking. It's 
full and long -- halfway down her back, and she wears it down, with two locks 
from her temples pulled back and a broad barrette." 

"That is something I've more often seen on girls under twenty than over forty." 

"Plus, I think like she buys her clothes in the junior department ... or a place 
like Abercrombie. They look good on her, but they're not what I'd consider a 
forty-something's fashion. Today she had painted her nails gold." 

"Gold? Maybe her twenty-something daughter is her fashion consultant." 

"I've had lunch with her every day this week. She's perky and pretty..." 

"That's what you need in a receptionist," Jill remarked. "Are you going after 
her?" 

"I don't think so. Remember, Jill -- you have an open offer. If you ever get too 
fed up with Kenny ... you're welcome back here." 

"I can't leave Kenny -- not 'til Brian's older. We have a peculiar, co- 
dependent relationship." Jill ate her last chunk of shortbread. "I do like to 
feel his cock inside me once in a while. Besides, Trina -- you deserve someone 
you can settle down with." 

"I can't settle down if I travel half the year," Katrina replied. "Maybe I 
should look for another job. I enjoy the interaction with training ... and 
meeting different people in different locales." 

Jill drained her mug. She pressed her hand against her belly. "That tea feels 
like it's getting something moving." 

"Your stomach and colon lie against each other," Katrina replied. "One often can 
stimulate the other." 

"If you'll excuse me..." Jill stood and headed for the bathroom. 

Katrina retrieved the enema bag from the bedroom and removed the chain from the 
hook. She ran the tap in her kitchen sink to warm up the water. "Jill -- how 
much do you weigh?" she called to her friend. 

"One-thirty," Jill replied. 

Katrina measured five ounces of vodka and added it to a pint and a half of warm 
water. This she poured into the enema bag, flushed air from the hose and 
returned the runoff to the bag. Jill stepped from the bathroom and stood behind 
her, stroking her shoulder blade. "You have a sexy back, Trina." 

"Thanks." 

"How much vodka?" 

"My rule of thumb is one ounce of eighty-proof for every twenty-five pounds of 
body weight. This will give you a pretty good buzz." She took Jill's hand and 
they walked to the bedroom. Katrina hung the bag on the chain. 

They stood, facing each other. Katrina tugged at the laces holding together the 
bodice of Jill's babydoll. She released the knot and slipped it from her 
shoulders. Jill lifted Katrina's camisole from her. 

Katrina embraced Jill, caressing her back and buttocks. "I have never seen your 
bod look better," she remarked. 

Jill caressed Katrina's breasts. "You're looking good, too. Of course, you've 
always been slim." 

Katrina picked up the nozzle at the end of the hose. "Are you ready for this?" 

"I am." Jill climbed onto the bed and knelt on her knees and elbows. 

"That is one great view of one gorgeous bottom," Katrina remarked. 

Katrina greased her orifice and slid the douche nozzle into her. "Lower your 
shoulders and raise your butt," she said. "We want to put your colon downhill." 
Jill knelt on her knees with her face against the mattress. "That's good. Here 
it comes." Katrina held up the bag and snapped open the clamp. 

"Oh, God! It burns! I forgot how much it burns." 

Katrina pinched the hose. "It's filling your rectum," she said. "Relax and 
breathe deeply. It'll find a channel and drain into your colon. Once it flows 
out of your rectum, you'll be more comfortable." 

"I can feel it deeper inside," she said. "The fire's going out." 

"I'm going to restart the flow. Remember -- slow, deep breaths and pump your 
belly with your diaphragm." 

Katrina released the hose and held the nozzle deep in Jill's rectum. "I feel it 
again ... not as bad," Jill reported. 

"It's only a little more than a pint. You just had nearly three quarts in your 
colon. Volume-wise this should be nothing... Okay, girl -- it's all in." She 
pulled the nozzle from Jill's anus. "Lie on your right side for a couple of 
minutes so it'll drain into your cecum. The higher in your colon the fewer nerve 
endings. I'll take down the chain." 

"I'm not feeling any heat," Jill replied. "I think I'm okay." Katrina hooked her 
thumbs onto the waistband of her tap pants, slid them down and stepped from 
them. Jill regarded her. "You shaved your pussy," she remarked. "When did that 
happen?" 

"It was an impulse. I like how it feels so I'm keeping it this way. Of course I 
love your cute little bush." She lay on the bed facing Jill and kissed her lips. 
"I love you, Jill. I wish you were mine and mine alone. Think of all the enema 
fun we could have together." 

"I'm feeling the alcohol already." She kissed Katrina's lips and they touched 
tongues. "Let me get a little more drunk and maybe I'll agree." 

"I wouldn't take that sort of advantage with an impaired girl." They kissed 
again. Katrina stroked Jill's breast and then began tonguing her nipple. 

"Oh, that feels good, Trina... Mmm... And the alcohol ... I feel it coming on." 
Jill held Katrina's face against her breast. "I close my eyes and I feel like 
I'm floating... Oh, God this is relaxing. I need this, Trina. I need it..." 

Katrina eased Jill onto her back. She mouthed her right breast. "Stay on your 
back," she said to Jill. "If the alcohol finds its way low enough to cause 
trouble, roll onto your right side so it'll flow up higher." 

Jill nodded. "Got it." 

Katrina ran her hands along Jill's calves. "God, those are gorgeous legs," she 
said. "Not a bit of fat on them -- it's all muscle." She ran her cheeks and lips 
along Jill's shins. "Your legs look strong and sturdy -- like a figure skater's. 
I always thought figure skaters had sexy legs. Those thighs..." Katrina kissed 
and tongued her way from Jill's knees to her mons. 

"You have nice legs, too," Jill replied. "They're slender like a model's." 

Katrina spread Jill's thighs and then lay atop her, resting her weight against 
Jill's pelvis. "How's that sexy tummy feeling?" She caressed Jill's abdomen. 
"How's the alcohol feel?" 

"It feels like nothing," Jill replied. "You out-did yourself tonight, Trina. I 
feel the effects but no discomfort at all." 

"The secret is preparation," Katrina replied. "Getting your colon really empty 
is the secret." She kissed Jill's belly and tongued her navel. Then, she began 
caressing Jill's breasts. Jill responded in kind and they pinched and rolled 
each other's nipples. They kissed again. "Are you ready for some action down 
below?" 

"I can't wait," Jill replied. 

Katrina shifted so her face was between Jill's thighs. With her thumbs she 
parted her friend's labia and worked her lips between them. "Mmm, I love the 
scent of your pussy," she said. Probing with her tongue, Katrina located Jill's 
clitoral glans and began a rhythmic sucking action. She worked her arms 
underneath Jill's thighs so she could reach her breasts. 

"Oh, this is heaven," Jill said softly. She closed her eyes and let her head 
roll to the side. "I'm still floating ... mmm..." Jill's breathing slowed and 
deepened. She lifted her arms and crossed her wrists behind her head, arched her 
back and drew in a deep breath to expand her ribcage and press her breasts into 
Katrina's hands. 

Jill's heart was pounding and Katrina could feel the beats as she pinched and 
rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Jill's lips parted and her 
breathing became open-mouth panting. Katrina could feel her friend's thighs 
twitching; and Jill began flexing and relaxing her clitoral shaft. 

Now Jill's heart was racing. Katrina increased her tongue pressure. "I'm gonna 
come," Jill gasped. She clenched shut her jaw and eyes and drew in a deep 
breath. Her body began to tremble. "OH!," she groaned as she arched her back. 
Her breathing became rapid and shallow panting; then she drew in another breath 
and yelped. 

Katrina felt her friend's pelvic floor throbbing against her lips and chin as 
each orgasm swept over her. She moved her hands to Jill's abdomen. 

Jill groaned, gasped, shrieked and panted. "Enough!" she gasped and lifted 
Katrina's face from her vulva. Katrina knelt beside her as she panted to regain 
her breath. 

"Can Kenny do that for you?" Katrina asked. 

"No way," Jill panted. "He can keep a boner up for twenty minutes but he can't 
do oral. Not like you can, Trina. That's why I need it from you now and then. 
Now, let me do you." She began stroking and tonguing Katrina's breasts. 

"Mmm... That's nice..." 

Jill slipped her hand between Katrina's thighs and worked her finger into her 
slit. "Oh, she's so wet... We have to do something with all that wet." She eased 
Katrina onto her back. "Mmm... Now I get to enjoy your sweet, sleek legs..." 

"Are you all right?" Katrina asked her. "Won't sitting like that upset your 
colon?" 

"I feel nothing ... except drunk. I'm getting drunker and drunker..." Jill ran 
her hands along Katrina's thighs. "I love your pale, freckly skin, Trina." She 
eased apart Katrina's thighs and lay on her stomach between them. 

Jill kissed Katrina's labia. "Smooth pussy," she remarked. "I like..." She 
forced two fingers deep into Katrina's vagina and with her free hand Jill 
stroked her clit. 

"That feels good," Katrina said. She felt tension draining from her body and 
pooling in her pelvic bowl. Jill worked up a rhythm, stroking the roof of 
Katrina's vagina and her clit in synch. Katrina began pinching her own nipples 
in time with Jill's stroking. 

Katrina's heart accelerated until it was throbbing and her breathing became 
panting. The tension in her loins became unbearable. "Oh my God oh my God oh my 
God," she gasped. She closed her eyes, drew up her knees and grimaced. A flush 
formed on her cheeks and neck. 

"Are you gonna squirt for me?" Jill asked as she continued stroking. "That's it 
... come to Jill..." 

"Oh, God, stop," Katrina panted. "Did I squirt?" 

"No but you made a mighty wet spot." 

Katrina opened her arms to Jill. They lay beside each other, embracing and 
twining their legs together. "How are you doing?" Katrina asked. 

"I am so drunk. When I close my eyes it feels like the room is spinning." 

"Do you want to go expel?" 

"Uhn-uhn. I wanna see if I can hold it all night. I've never been able to hold 
one of these all night but tonight I feel I can." 

"Maybe if you absorb the water, it'll make you less hung over in the morning." 

Jill held tight to Katrina. "So dizzy ... room spinning ... so drunk..." 

"Makes you hold on tighter," Katrina replied. "I can smell it on your breath." 
She noticed Jill appeared to be having trouble keeping her eyes open. 

"You're so quiet when you come, Trina" Jill remarked. "I make so much noise but 
you're so quiet..." Jill closed her eyes and began snoring softly through her 
nose and mouth. Katrina reached and switched off the lamp. 





                                 Part II

Katrina's alarm clock roused her. She reached for it and pressed the button to 
silence it. "Jill," she said and nudged her bedmate. "Jill ... time to wake up." 

"Mmmph," Jill replied and cracked open her eyes. 

"How are you feeling?" 

"Ugh... Not as bad as I expected I'd feel. I don't have a headache, at least." 
Katrina lay facing her. "It was a wonderful evening, Trina. Thank you for it." 

"Are you going to take the day off?" 

"I think I'll call and say I'm taking the morning off on personal business. I 
need to sleep a little longer and then I'll go home and take a shower." 

"You know where the spare key is," Katrina replied. "When you leave, lock up and 
slip it under the door." 

"Okay..." Jill rolled onto her stomach and closed her eyes. Katrina pulled the 
covers over her friend's shoulders. Then she swung her feet to the floor and 
headed into her bathroom to shower. She took the enema bag from the shower rod 
where she had hung it to dry and returned it to its box. 

Katrina stepped from the shower, dried her hair and dressed in a navy skirt and 
a light blue blouse. A check of her bedroom revealed Jill sleeping on her side. 
She kissed her friend's shoulder. Then she grabbed her laptop case and headed 
out the door. 

She made the short drive to her client and walked in the suite's front door. 
Laura greeted her with her customary smile and sparkling eyes. "Good morning, 
Trina. I won't be able to have lunch with you today. I'm meeting my husband." 

"That's not a problem." 

Laura gave Katrina a little wave as she headed for the conference room. 



Kevin approached Katrina after her afternoon class completed. "Trina," he said, 
"have you seen Laura?" 

She shook her head. "Not since this morning." 

"She asked Heidi to cover for her while she went to lunch. She never returned." 

"That's odd." 

"It's very odd -- it's not like Laura at all. I know you two have become 
friendly. Did she say anything to you?" 

"Only that she was meeting her husband for lunch. I hope nothing's happened to 
her." 

"Well... If you hear anything, let me know." Kevin turned to leave. 

"Oh, Kevin," she said. 

"Yes?" 

"May I use a copier? I'll need to make additional copies of some of the 
material." 

"Certainly -- you can use the copier in the break room. You know where that is." 

"Of course I do." 

"Remember -- after five the front door is locked. We ask you to exit via the 
back door in the break room." 

"I remember." 



Katrina was finishing making copies of course material. Most of the office staff 
had filed out. She looked at the clock -- it read five-thirty. 

Heidi stepped into the break room and headed for the back door. "Heidi," Katrina 
said, "any word from Laura?" 

Heidi shook her head. "No ... not a peep." 

Katrina turned to the copy machine. She slipped the last original onto the glass 
and pressed the start button. On the countertop she began the task of collating 
the sheets into the correct order. 

The sound of the back door's doorknob rattling startled her. Her heart began 
pounding and she backed away from the door. The knob rattled again, and she 
heard the sound of weight being shoved against the door. A third time the knob 
rattled. Then the door swung open and Laura staggered in. 

Her eyes met Katrina's. "Trina! Oh, Trina!" Laura began weeping uncontrollably. 
Her crying became wailing. 

Katrina supported Laura as she wept; and she noticed a strong smell of alcohol. 
"Laura -- what happened?" 

She controlled her sobbing long enough to blurt out, "Rob! He's divorcing me!" 
She resumed wailing. 

Katrina continued to hold her and caress her back. "It'll be all right, Laura," 
she said. "You're young and strong and pretty -- you'll come through this just 
fine." Laura began to calm. "Tell me what happened." 

"I tole you I was meeting my husban fer lunch ... he didn't show but his lawyer 
did and he serve me papers..." Laura's eyes widened and she began gulping. 

Katrina lunged for a tall wastebasket and held it under Laura's face as she 
vomited. "Oh, Laura..." she said. 

"I'm gonna go home now ... fine some pills or somethin. I wanna die, Trina. I 
just wanna curl up and die..." 

"You're doing nothing of the sort -- you're coming home with me," Katrina 
replied. "I have a guest room. You can sleep it off and then we'll figure out 
the next step." She pulled out a chair next to the break room table. "Sit here 
while I get my stuff together. Okay?" 

"Kay..." Laura folded her arms on the table and rested her face on them. 

Katrina carried the stacks of training material to the conference room and 
returned with her laptop. Laura was unconscious, slumped over the table. "Come 
on, Laura," Katrina said. She shook her upper arm. "Laura -- wake up!" 

Laura sat up. Her eyes were glassy and bloodshot and a flush covered the bridge 
of her nose. "Let's stand." Katrina helped her to her feet. Laura swayed and 
supported herself on the table. She made a retching sound and Katrina shoved the 
wastebasket under her face. 

Laura vomited again. "Are you okay now?" Katrina asked. 

"Uh-huh..." 

"Then let's walk. That's it ... one foot in front of the other. I'll support 
you..." Katrina led Laura to the elevator and to the street. Slowly they 
navigated two blocks. Laura put her hand to her mouth. 

Katrina steered her around the corner and out of heavy foot traffic. Laura 
stood, her forehead resting against the building and retched. She heaved 
unproductively several times. 

"Now you've got the dry heaves," Katrina remarked. "I don't think there's much 
worse than those." Laura's heaving subsided and she stood, gasping and leaning 
against the building. "Are you over them?" 

"For now..." 

"Let's go ... just a little further..." Katrina led her to the parking garage 
and to her car. She eased Laura into the passenger seat and belted her in. Then 
she started the car and drove to her apartment building. 

"Here we are," Katrina said. Supporting Laura, she walked into the building and 
rode the elevator to her floor. She unlocked her door, swung it open and saw the 
set of spare keys on the floor. With her toe she nudged them out of Laura's path 
and steered her into the guest room. 

"You need to sleep it off," she said gently. "You'll be more comfortable out of 
these clothes." She helped Laura slip out of her jacket and blouse. Katrina 
unzipped her skirt and then eased her pantyhose off her legs so her guest was 
dressed only in her bra and panties. She turned back the covers on the guest bed 
and Laura wriggled between the sheets. 

Katrina positioned Laura on her side with her face aimed downward. She pulled up 
the covers; then she retired to the living room to a chair that provided a line 
of sight into the guestroom. She picked up a paperback novel she had started and 
began reading. 

Once Katrina convinced herself that Laura had settled, she changed from her 
skirt and blouse into jeans and a tee. She warmed some leftover pizza and ate it 
for her dinner. Then she returned to her chair and her novel. 

Around eleven Katrina began to feel sleepy. She put down her novel and stepped 
into the guestroom to check on Laura. She was lying on her back. Katrina 
adjusted the covers and Laura sat up with a start. "Oh, my God! Where am I?" she 
gasped. 

Katrina sat on the bed and took Laura's hand. "You're at my place." 

"Trina?" Relief washed over Laura's face. "God, I thought for an instance I 
might've ended up with some man. I'm so relieved to see you." 

"How are you feeling?" 

"Wretched." 

"You need more sleep." Katrina patted the back of Laura's hand and stood. 

"Trina ... please stay. I need to talk." 

Katrina returned to sitting on the bed. "Would you like to tell me what 
happened? How much do you remember?" 

"I remember most of it ... 'til the end. I'm kind of blacked out after going 
back to the office." 

"What happened up 'til then?" Katrina asked. 

"I was supposed to meet Rob for lunch. When I got to the restaurant Rob wasn't 
there but his attorney was. He served me the divorce papers." Her lips trembled 
and she began crying. 

Katrina embraced her. "I know it hurts," she said. "It's the rejection." 

"It's the betrayal... Oh, God, Trina..." Laura sobbed against Katrina's 
shoulder. 

"What happened next?" Katrina asked. 

"I was in shock and needed some escape so I bought a pint of Southern Comfort 
and sat in the park, drinking it." 

"Out of a brown paper bag?" Katrina asked. 

"Exactly." 

"You drank the whole thing?" 

"Yes I did. I've never done anything like that before." 

"I think I'd forgive you under the circumstances," Katrina replied. "I know how 
it feels. I ended a long-time relationship about a year ago." 

"How long were you married?" Laura asked. 

"We weren't ... but that doesn't lessen the hurt. Actually, I knew it was 
coming. I travel so much in my job I couldn't give us the attention we needed. 
We were together five years." 

"Rob and I were together twenty-two. I married him right out of high school. I 
never went to college, Trina. I married him and got a job." 

Katrina caressed Laura's back. "You've done all right. You have a good job and 
you're highly regarded at your office." 

"Monica came along a year later. She was kind of an accident ... we really 
didn't plan on having a child. I'm happy to have her. She and I are very close. 
Rob was the dutiful husband and father while she was growing up..." 

Katrina fetched a box of facial tissues and handed one to Laura. She blew her 
nose and dabbed her cheeks. "I should've seen this coming, too. I insisted 
Monica go to college. She's going to State on a scholarship. I'm proud of her, 
Trina. She's a wonderful girl. But when she went off to school, Rob and I were 
empty-nesters. I was in denial over the warning signs." 

"Is he leaving you for another woman?" Katrina asked. 

Laura exploded into more tears. "Yes... Someone your age, Trina." 

"I don't know why he'd leave you, Laura. You're a beautiful woman." 

Laura's shoulders shook with her sobbing. "I just wish he had the balls to tell 
me in person. Now I have to get a lawyer." 

Katrina held Laura and stroked her back until she calmed again. "Do you have a 
house?" she asked. 

"Yeah... Rob will end up keeping it. He had me sign a pre-nuptial agreement that 
says the house is his. It's an old family estate -- the land has been in the 
family since the early 1800s although the house isn't that old. He wanted to 
make sure it stayed in the family." 

"You'll come out of this fine," Katrina replied. "Like I said, you're strong, 
you're healthy, you're young, you're pretty and you'll pull through this ... 
stronger than ever." 

"Thanks, Trina. I'll keep telling myself that." 

"What do you want to do about tomorrow? I can't image they'd insist you work 
under the circumstances." 

"I don't want to let on that anything's wrong," Laura replied. "I should just 
show up at eight as usual. I'll tell them that something I had for lunch didn't 
agree with me, so I went home sick and felt too poorly to call. Oh, God! I can't 
show up in the same clothes." 

"What size do you wear?" Katrina asked. 

"Size four or six." 

"I wear a size two or four. We'll look through my closet and I'm sure we can 
find something." 

I wish I had something to give Heidi. Covering for me for a whole afternoon is 
outside of what's expected of her." 

"I think I have an unopened box of Godiva chocolates someone gave me," Katrina 
said. "You could take that. I don't eat them and I wish people wouldn't give 
them to me as gifts." 

"I can understand," Laura replied. "Look at you -- you're like a rail. No wonder 
you can wear a size two." 

"You need more sleep," Katrina said. 

"I'm so worked up I don't think I can..." 

Katrina stepped into her bathroom and withdrew a bottle from the medicine 
cabinet. She tapped out two tablets and then ran some water into a paper cup. 
"Here," she said to Laura. "Whenever I'm agitated and can't sleep I take two of 
these. They knock me right out." 

"What are they?" 

"A couple of Benedryl." 

"Okay..." Katrina handed Laura the pills and water. She swallowed them. Then she 
lay on her stomach, clutched the pillow and rested her face against it. 

Katrina gathered Laura's luxurious hair and straightened it. She turned off the 
light and caressed Laura's shoulder. "When Monica was little," Laura said, "and 
couldn't sleep I'd stroke her back like you're doing now. It helped her relax." 
She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, lifted herself on her elbows and 
slipped it off. Then, she returned to lying on her stomach. 

Katrina resumed stroking Laura's shoulder and back. "It feels good, Trina. I'm 
starting to feel the Benedryl." 

"Go to sleep," Katrina whispered. Laura's breathing became deep and regular. 
Katrina pulled the bedcovers over her shoulders. She closed the door behind her 
and headed for her bedroom. 



Katrina awoke to the sound of her shower running. She arose and pulled a robe 
on. The water shut off and shortly Laura emerged with a towel tucked around her 
under her arms. "Did I wake you?" she asked. "I need to take a shower early so 
my hair has a chance to dry. I hope that was okay." 

"It's all right," Katrina replied. "You can blow it dry." 

"I'd rather let it drip." 

"Did you find everything all right?" 

"Yes. I found this towel in the cabinet." 

"How are you feeling this morning?" 

"Hung over," Laura replied. "I helped myself to a couple of your Tylenol and my 
head stopped aching. I don't think I'll want anything heavy for lunch, and 
nothing for breakfast." 

"I'll take my shower and then we can raid my closet." 

Katrina stepped from the bathroom in her robe. Laura was sitting on her sofa, 
still wrapped in the towel. Katrina beckoned to her and Laura approached. 

"I found this," Katrina said, holding up a red dress. "It doesn't fit me quite 
right but it might work on you." 

"That looks like a cocktail dress," Laura replied. 

"It is." 

"I can't wear something like that to the office." 

"I thought if you wore your little jacket over it, it might look pretty cool." 

"Hmm... I hadn't thought of that. I'd need a strapless bra ... or at least a 
different one." 

Katrina opened a dresser and rummaged through the drawer. "What size do you 
wear?" 

"I can wear a thirty-four C or a thirty-six B." 

"I wear a thirty-two B. Here's one that's a bit large on me -- I need to hook it 
on the first tabs. Maybe if you hook it on the last ones." 

Laura slipped off the towel and stood, nude before her. Katrina regarded her 
breasts. They were ample, with wide areolas and fleshy nipples; but gravity had 
taken a toll on them. She scanned Laura's body, glancing at her full patch of 
dark pubic hair and her long, shapely legs. Save for the sag in her bosom, 
Laura's body was lithe and would pass for a older twenty-something's. 

"I think this will work," Laura said as she hooked the backstrap; then she 
adjusted her flesh in the cups. 

"This one converts," Katrina said and tugged at the shoulder straps to remove 
them from concealed hooks. "That bra gives you some cleavage," she said. 

"I haven't had cleavage like this since before I was your age," Laura replied. 

"I think it's sexy on you." 

Laura regarded herself in a mirror. "It is a little tight..." 

"That tightness gives you some lift. Is it too uncomfortable?" 

"Not TOO uncomfortable. What can I do? The one I wore yesterday would show and I 
can't go without...." 

Katrina handed her a pair of briefs. "Step into these." 

"Thanks. Wearing the same underwear would make me feel ... icky..." Laura 
slipped the dress over her head and flipped her long hair from it. She regarded 
herself in the mirror. "The bra strap shows in back." 

"Who'll see it if you keep your jacket on?" 

"True, true..." 

"I think that dress shows just the right amount of cleavage." 

"Do you think I'm showing too much leg?" 

"You have terrific legs, Laura. You could show more." 

"Do you think so?" 

"I know so." Katrina handed her a gold chain belt and Laura fastened it around 
her waist. "That makes the outfit. Try the jacket with it." 

Laura donned her black blazer. "What do you think?" 

"I like it," Katrina replied. 

Laura regarded herself in the mirror. "You're right -- it does look cool." 

"I rinsed your pantyhose last night," Katrina said. 

"I saw them hanging. Thanks for that, Trina." Laura smacked her forehead with 
her palm. "Makeup! I don't have my makeup." 

"You don't need it. I think your complexion looks good without any." 

"I'll feel naked without any. What do you use?" 

"I use a touch of eyeliner. Hold still and I'll apply some on you." 

"You don't use eye shadow?" 

"Uhn-uhn," Katrina replied, shaking her head. She dipped her finger into a pot 
of clear lip gloss. "Pucker up," she said and smeared some onto Laura's lips. 
"You're looking good, girl." 

Laura rolled her lips together to distribute the gloss. "Let me brush my hair." 
She retrieved a brush from her handbag. 

"I really like your two-tone color way," Katrina said. "It looks good with your 
skin and it's very striking." 

"Gee... Thanks. You're giving me more attention than Rob ever did." Laura 
retrieved a couple of sparkly barrettes from her handbag and pinned her hair 
above her temples. She regarded herself in the mirror. "Well, I'm ready." 

"Let me get my jacket," Katrina said. She led Laura to her car and they drove to 
the office. 

Laura sat behind her desk and set the box of chocolates on it. "You're a life-
saver, Trina," she said. 

"Can we do lunch?" 

Laura nodded. "I'm looking forward to it." She gave Katrina a little wave as she 
headed for the conference room. 

Katrina switched on the lights and closed the door. She took her cell phone from 
her bag and punched in Jill's number. Hello? came Jill's voice. 

"Jill -- it's Trina," she said sotto voce. "Do you remember me telling you about 
the receptionist at my client?" 

Laura. Yes. 

"Have I got a tale to tell. Laura went to lunch yesterday expecting to meet her 
husband. She got blindsided by a lawyer who served divorce papers on her. She 
spent the rest of the afternoon drowning her sorrows in a pint of Southern 
Comfort..." 

Southern Comfort? Yech! 

"Tell me about it. I was working late making copies of course material when 
Laura staggers in, drunk as a skunk. She pukes into the wastebasket ... twice. I 
figure she's in no shape to drive home; and she's babbling about killing 
herself..." 

Oh, my God! What did you do? 

"I figured it was the Southern Comfort talking..." 

Yeah -- I might feel the same way after downing a whole bottle of the stuff. 

"...so I brought her home with me and let her sleep it off in my guestroom. She 
was half passed-out when we arrived at my apartment. Around midnight she had 
sobered up enough to spill her guts to me ... she told me her life story. We 
both needed sleep, so I gave her a couple Benedryls to knock her out and I 
stroked her back to calm her. God, Jill ... touching her was like 
electricity..." 

You're falling for her, girl. 

"I am. This morning she insisted on putting on a happy face and coming to the 
office. I lent her some clothes so she wouldn't need to wear what she wore 
yesterday. She was trying stuff on ... and ... and..." 

And what? 

"...and I saw her naked, Jill." 

Holy shit! How does she look? 

"Fan-TAS-tic. I told you she looks like she keeps herself in shape. Her boobs 
are a little droopy, but otherwise ... her butt is taught, her legs are sleek 
... she has abs... She is one hot forty-something. And, she's fun to be with. I 
think I'm in lust, Jill!" 

What are you going to do? Jill asked. 

"I don't know..." 

You said she pings pretty high on your gaydar. See if you can interest her. 

"I dunno... I don't want to get my hopes up..." The door opened and one of her 
students walked in. "I gotta run -- I have a class to teach." 

Keep me posted, girl. I expect a full report ... with no details omitted. Not 
even the smallest, most insignificant ones. Got it? 



Katrina strolled into the reception area and saw Laura behind the desk. She 
looked up and smiled. 

"Lunch?" Katrina asked. 

"Let me give Heidi a ring. By the way, the chocolates were a hit with her, and 
Kevin bought my story about being sick." 

"It wasn't really a lie," Katrina remarked. "You were sick." 

"I think I'm forgiven..." She picked up the phone. "Heidi? Can you cover? Only a 
half-hour today I promise. Thanks." 

Heidi sat behind the desk and Laura accompanied Katrina down the corridor and 
toward the elevator. "I received another little surprise from Rob's attorney," 
Laura said. 

"What?" 

"A restraining order. I'm not permitted on the property unless I'm escorted by 
someone from his office or a sheriff's deputy." 

"He seems to be going to great lengths to keep you out of the house," Katrina 
remarked. "How are you going to get your stuff?" 

"Well, I called the big, slime-bag waste of skin..." 

"Rob or his attorney?" 

"...his attorney. I asked him that very question. He said that I could come by 
Sunday evening. They'll hire someone to pack my belonging into cartons and set 
them by the road. I don't even have a place to stay. What am I going to do with 
cartons full of clothes and shoes and ... other stuff?" 

"Laura -- you can stay at my place until you get settled. I can empty the closet 
in the guestroom and you can make that your base of operations." 

"Oh, Trina -- I can't impose. I don't know how long I'll be displaced. It could 
be months." 

"It's not an imposition, Laura. I spend half my time traveling and I'm always 
afraid I'll come home and find the place ransacked. It would comfort me to have 
someone I trust keeping an eye on things." 

"You're sure?" 

"I'm sure." 

"Then I'll call lawyer-asshole back and tell him I'll come by on Sunday, and the 
stuff had better be there. And, I'll tell Rob it's in his best interest to keep 
me cooperative." 

"We'll probably need to rent a U-Haul," Katrina said. "We should scope that 
out." 

They reached the cafeteria. "You know," Laura said, "I think I've finally shaken 
the last of my hangover. My stomach's still a bit tender, though." She ordered a 
cup of chicken noodle soup and picked a couple packets of saltines from a 
basket. 

Katrina selected a ham and cheese sandwich and she sat across from Laura. "You 
seem to be in pretty good spirits." 

"Well... I've gone through the denial and anger phases already. Now I'm resigned 
to it. I just want to get it over with and get on to the next phase of my life. 
Talking to you last night really helped, Trina." 

"When you're done tonight," Katrina said, "come find me. I'll show you the way 
to my apartment, and we can get you settled in the guestroom. I think I have 
some weekend clothes you can wear. Okay?" 

"Okay." 



"Here," Katrina said and handed Laura a pair of running shorts. "I think that's 
about the only thing I have that won't be too tight on you. It's not that you're 
fat, Laura. I think you're in great shape. You just have a somewhat larger build 
than mine." 

"I'll try them on." 

"I have plenty of tees that are ample. It's supposed to be a mild weekend so 
that should hold you until we can collect your belongings." 

Laura stepped into the guest room and returned in the shorts and a tee shirt. 
"No offense but I'm happy to be out of that bra and into my own." 

"Those shorts look good on you," Katrina replied. "I think you have good looking 
legs." 

"For someone my age, you mean." 

"I mean, good looking legs." 

Laura held the red dress on a hanger. "Did you know I got compliments on this 
outfit?" 

"I told you it looked cool," Katrina replied. "Keep it -- it's yours." 

"Oh, Trina... I can't. You've done so much already." 

"I never wear it -- I don't like how it looks on me. It looks terrific on you. 
You might as well get some wear out of it." 

"Thank you." 

"Hungry?" Katrina asked. "We could call for takeout." 

"I don't like eating takeout or prepared food any more than I have to," Laura 
replied. "I like to make meals from scratch. Then I know what goes into them." 

"Provided you know what goes into what goes into them," Katrina replied. 

"I suppose..." She opened Katrina's refrigerator and surveyed the contents. "Not 
good..." 

"Sorry..." 

"Maybe I'll drive over to that Public Market I saw on the way here. Do you want 
to come?" 

"Sure..." 



Katrina sat in her comfy chair reading her novel. "That was a lovely dinner," 
she said. 

"Thanks." Laura began sorting through a stack of compact discs. "Trina, would 
you mind if I put on some music?" 

"Go ahead." 

"It's quite an eclectic collection you have ... Bjork, Alanis Morissette ... 
Alice in Chains ... Scissor Sisters..." 

"That one is Lahni's," Katrina said. 

"Who is Lonnie?" 

"My ex-partner." 

Laura resumed browsing through the stack of CDs. "...Slowdive... I know some of 
these from Monica. She keeps me up to date on music. I think I'll put on this 
one by Scissor Sisters. I've never heard of them." She turned to Katrina's CD 
player. "How does this work? Oh, I see..." She turned on the equipment and 
dropped in the disc. 

Katrina watched as Laura danced to the music. "Rob would never let me listen to 
anything like this," she said, laughing. She sat on the sofa. "I'm having a good 
time, Trina. I feel at ease here." 

The music ended. Katrina closed her book. "I'm going to get ready for bed," she 
announced. In her bedroom she changed into satin camisole and tap pants and 
headed into the bathroom to complete her nightly toilet. 

Laura approached Katrina and embraced her. "I can't believe how you're taking 
care of me. I've never had a friend like you and I've only known you a week. I 
feel like we've been friends all our lives." 

"Oh, Laura..." Katrina stroked a tear from Laura's cheek. 

"I'm sorry. You really are helping me through this storm. I'll be sorry to see 
you finish your stint at my office. I'll miss our lunches together." 

"We'll see each other here, won't we?" 

"Yeah, I guess we will." 

"Are you going to bed?" Katrina asked. 

"I'd like to take a bath first, if that's all right." 

"Of course it is." 

"Do you have something I can use to shave my legs? They're getting kind of 
gross." 

"In the cabinet is a bag of Bic disposables," Katrina replied. "Go ahead and 
take one." 

"Thanks again for everything. Good night, Trina." 

Katrina watched Laura head into the bathroom. Then, she headed for her own bed, 
turned down the covers and slid between the sheets. She could hear the water 
running. 

She closed her eyes but couldn't sleep. Thoughts of Laura swirled in her head -- 
the glimpse of her breasts; her firm body. The notion of Laura soaping and 
scraping her sweet legs was more than she could bear. Katrina placed her hand on 
her chest and began using her thumb to stroke her breast through the satin of 
her camisole. Her nipple responded to the stimulation by firming. 

Closing both hands into loose fists, Katrina ran her knuckles across her 
nipples, ending each stroke with a pinch between her thumbs and forefingers. She 
visualized Laura's wide areolas and thick nipples as she stroked herself. Her 
breathing slowed and deepened, her heart began to accelerate, and she could feel 
her clitoral shaft becoming engorged and firm. 

Katrina caressed the inside of her thigh with her right hand as she continued to 
stroke her breast with her left. She imagined caressing Laura's long legs, 
freshly shaved and smooth. Cupping her hand over her mons she massaged her labia 
through the fabric of her tap pants. Her clitoris was very firm and her glans 
was a pebble lodged between her soft lips. 

She slid her tap pants to her ankles and kicked them off; then she lifted the 
hem of her camisole to her armpits. Katrina pinched her nipples with both hands, 
her heart pounding and her breathing growing heavy. She shifted her right hand 
to her mons and massaged her labia, recalling of the glimpse she had of Laura's 
natural bush. 

With her tongue she moistened her middle finger and returned her hand to her 
mons, working her finger into her slit. She began stroking her clit. Katrina 
fantasized that she was tonguing Laura's thick nipples and feeling her smooth 
legs against her own. She imagined herself stimulating Laura's clitoris, 
delivering oral as Laura's calves caressed her back and bringing her to orgasm. 
She increased the vigor of her stroking as her arousal grew, and she began 
flexing and tensing muscles in her pelvic floor to bring her climax closer. Her 
thighs began to quiver. 

Katrina imagined it was Laura's tongue and not her own finger stimulating her 
glans; and Laura's fingers fondling her nipples. She pinched and squeezed her 
nipples and her coin-sized areolas, alternating from left to right as she 
vigorously stroked her clit. Her climax was nearly upon her. Katrina closed her 
eyes, held her breath and concentrated on achieving it. 

Tension built in her until it was nearly unbearable. Then came an explosion of 
sensation in her pelvic bowl. Muscles in her bottom pulsed in involuntary spasms 
as the orgasmic wave crested and receded. 

Katrina continued stroking her clit. A stronger orgasm washed over her and again 
her bottom throbbed. She was panting through wide-open mouth as she stroked, and 
her heart was racing. A third and even more powerful spasm erupted in her loins, 
She drew up her knees and stifled a moan. 

Spent and panting she withdrew her finger from between her labia and ran both 
hands up and down her sides and her thighs. Katrina pulled down the hem of her 
camisole, pulled up the bedcovers, rolled to her side and hugged her pillow, 
wishing it were Laura in her embrace. Her heart slowed and her breathing 
returned to normal. The tension in her body dissipated, permitting a relaxed 
bliss to spread over her. She closed her eyes. 





                              Part III

Laura sat behind the wheel of a U-Haul truck, piloting it through the suburbs. 
Katrina sat in the passenger seat. They reached a county trunk highway and drove 
a short distance into the countryside. Laura turned onto a rural road. "Here we 
are." 

"This is very pleasant," Katrina replied. 

"Yeah. Too bad I won't be seeing any more of it. Oh, well..." 

They reached a driveway blocked by a black BMW. A stocky, gray-haired man 
emerged from the car. Laura parked on the shoulder and climbed out of the cab. 
Katrina joined her. 

"Good afternoon, Laura," the man said. "Your belongings are in the drive. If 
you'll sign here." 

"What's this?" Laura asked. 

"A receipt for your personal property." 

"I'm not signing anything until I can see what I'm signing for." The man 
regarded her. "I'll sign a receipt for eight cardboard cartons, contents to be 
determined later." 

The man pulled a pen from his pocked and amended the wording of the receipt. He 
handed it to her. Laura showed it to Katrina. "What do you think?" 

Katrina shrugged. "I'm no lawyer but that appears to be a receipt for eight 
cartons." 

Laura signed it and handed it back to the man. "If you find anything missing, 
put it on a list." 

"You can count on it." 

He climbed into the BMW and drove away. Laura backed the truck into the drive 
and Katrina extended a ramp and rolled up the tambour in back. Together they 
lugged the cartons into the truck. 

Katrina rolled down and secured the rear and stowed the ramp. Laura started the 
engine and they drove back into town. 



"I've made a mess of your apartment," Laura said. "Boxes and clothes and shoes 
everywhere. " 

"Don't worry about it. It'll take time to organize." 

"You're probably happy that I'm not raiding your closet any more. I'm happy to 
have my own wardrobe back." 

"You're welcome to wear anything of mine that fits," Katrina replied. "I'm going 
to get ready for bed." Katrina stepped into her bedroom and slipped into light 
blue, matching satin boxers and tank. She emerged from the bedroom and rapped on 
the doorjamb to the guestroom. 

Laura had changed into a long, cotton sleep tee that came halfway to her knees. 
"I like your hair in a ponytail," Katrina remarked. 

Laura looked at the pile of clothing on the guestroom bed with dismay. "I'll 
have to find a place for all this before I can turn in." 

"You can sleep in my bed," Katrina replied. "It's a king so there's plenty of 
room." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Of course I'm sure. I'll start sorting through this closet. Most if it's stuff 
Lahni didn't want and left behind. I can give it to Goodwill." 

"Lonnie left it? They're women's clothes." 

"It's Lahni -- L-A-H-N-I. Come." Katrina led Laura to a bookshelf and showed her 
a photograph of an Asian-American woman. "This is Lahni." 

"She's cute," Laura remarked. 

"Her mother was Korean and her father American. She grew up in Hawaii." 
Katrina's eyes met Laura's. "I'm a lesbian, Laura." 

"You're a lesbian?" 

"Surprise. We don't wear badges, you know. I hope it doesn't bother you." 

"N...n...no... It doesn't bother me." 

"I don't want to frighten you, Laura. I'm falling in love with you. I desire 
you." 

"You ... desire ... ME? How can a youngster like you desire an over-the-hill 
oldster like me?" 

"You are so far from being over the hill, Laura. You're as young as you think 
and feel. I know you think and feel young. You were dancing to Scissor Sisters. 
That band is important to the gay community. Their name refers to a lesbian sex 
act." 

"I didn't know that," Laura replied. 

"You're fun to be with. You think younger than lots of girls my age." 

"I'm old enough to be your mother." 

"If you conceived at age thirteen, perhaps. I'm twenty-eight." 

"You look like you're my daughter's age." 

"Have you ever made love with a woman, Laura?" 

Laura shook her head. "No. Never." 

"Have you ever wanted to? Have you ever been curious? Have you ever wondered 
what it would be like?" Katrina regarded Laura's body language. She knew she was 
at a delicate point, so she maintained deep eye contact and attempted to make 
her expression as benign as she could manage. She couldn't help notice a pulse 
point throbbing in Laura's neck. "I know you're adventuresome, Laura. Only 
someone with a sense of adventure would wear that red cocktail dress to work." 

"Was that a test of yours?" 

"Not at all. It was the only thing I had that I thought would work." Laura bit 
her lip and swallowed. "Laura... I am falling in love with you. I respect you. 
If you tell me you're not interested, then that's the final word on the topic. I 
can't stop falling in love, but if that love must be platonic, then so be it. I 
won't pursue it further. That's a promise I won't break." 

Laura stood, regarding Katrina in silence. "I think I'll go to my room, Trina." 
She turned and headed toward the guestroom. Katrina regarded her through the 
open door and saw her sorting through the clothes and shoes piled on the 
guestroom bed. 

"Oh, fuck!" Katrina muttered to herself. She sat on her sofa and held her head 
in her hand. "Goddamn it..." 

"Trina?" Katrina looked up and saw Laura standing in the doorway to the 
guestroom. 

"What, Laura?" 

"What made you think I might be interested in..." 

"You ping pretty high on my gaydar," Katrina replied. 

"Gaydar?" 

Katrina sighed. "A lot of gay folks have an ability to ... sense when someone's 
interested. I can't explain it -- it's a combination of body language and 
intuition. I'm usually not wrong ... this time I was." 

"You weren't wrong," Laura replied. "I'm flattered ... and I'm scared." 

"Scared of what?" Katrina replied. 

"I don't know a thing about making love to a woman." 

"Do you ever masturbate?" Katrina asked. "If the answer is yes, then you know 
how to make love to a woman." Katrina patted the cushion beside her. Laura 
approached and sat next to her. 

Katrina drew up her legs and turned to face Laura. She reached for her face, 
caressed her cheeks and kissed her lips. They kissed again and Katrina stroked 
Laura's lips with her tongue. Then, she grasped the hem of her tank and lifted 
it over her head and set it on the floor. 

Laura regarded Katrina's body. "I remember when my boobs were firm like yours." 

"Go ahead and touch them," Katrina replied. "They won't bite." 

"You have pretty nipples ... a nice body ... slender..." They kissed again as 
Laura fondled Katrina's breasts and stroked her nipples. 

Katrina caressed Laura's breasts through the fabric of her sleep tee. "Laura -- 
you heart is racing," she remarked. 

"It's so many things ... desire ... anticipation ... smashing a taboo... Oh, 
Trina... So much has happened. I felt a connection with you when you walked into 
the office that first day. I never imagined you'd turn me into a lesbian." 

"I didn't. I can't. I can only help you discover what's already in you. We all 
fall on a spectrum -- a rainbow with purely straight and purely gay at the ends. 
Most of us are somewhere in the middle. I'm bisexual -- I've made love with men, 
but I prefer women. I will respond to the right man. I have a good friend who's 
more-or-less happily married; but we get together for some girl- girl action 
once in a while." 

"I've been brought up thinking it's wrong." 

"How can what two people do as consenting adults in the privacy of their own 
home be wrong? Who is being injured?" Katrina kissed Laura's lips. "Especially 
when what they're doing is expressing love and bringing joy?" She kissed Laura 
again. "How can there be too much love in the world? Too much joy?" 

Katrina coaxed Laura into lying on the sofa across her lap. Laura stroked 
Katrina's face and breasts. "I'm ... I'm falling in love with you, too, Trina. I 
can't believe it. I can't believe how fulfilled you're making me feel." 

Katrina caressed Laura's breasts through the fabric of her sleep tee. She felt 
lumps forming as her thick, fleshy nipples firmed. Laura lifted her buttocks 
from the sofa and tugged at the hem of her sleepshirt. She stripped it off and 
lay, nude except for her briefs, across Katrina's lap. 

"Mmm," Laura hummed as Katrina stroked her breasts. She caressed them from back 
to front, ending with a gentle squeeze on her nipples. "You have a nice touch, 
Trina. This feels really good." 

"You have a nice pair," Katrina replied. 

"I can't believe you like my saggy old boobs." 

"I've always been a sucker for big nipples and wide areolas. Yours are 
gorgeous." 

"You're looking at what two years of nursing an infant does to them." Laura 
closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "A little deeper maybe," she 
whispered. 

Katrina squeezed Laura's nipples and areolas with a heavier hand. She caressed 
her abdomen, stroked her arms and returned to her nipples. Laura's thighs 
twitched and her belly jerked with each pinch on her nipples. 

"Shall we go into my room?" Katrina asked. Laura sat up and the two women stood. 
Katrina embraced her and they kissed, caressing each other's backs. Laura cupped 
her breasts in her palms and rubbed her nipples against Katrina's. 

Katrina took Laura's hand and led her into the master bedroom. She hooked her 
thumbs on her satin boxers and slid them down her legs. Then, she grasped the 
waistband of Laura's cotton briefs and slid them down. The each pressed a hand 
against the other's mons. "You're shaved," Laura remarked. 

"And, you're not. Do you like?" 

"I think I do," Laura replied. "Would you prefer me shaved or natural?" 

"I don't care," Katrina replied. "Whatever you like I like." 

"I think I'm too old to shave it." 

"What does age have to do with it?" Katrina asked. They embraced again and 
caressed each other's buttocks. "You have a nice, firm bottom, Laura." 

"I was about to say the same thing about you." 

Katrina turned down the bedcovers and Laura lay on the mattress. Katrina grabbed 
Laura's legs and positioned them; then she lay so their legs crossed and their 
labia were touching. "This is scissoring," Katrina said and rocked her hips so 
her vulva rubbed against Laura's. "It's not a big thing for me but it does 
permit us to enjoy each other's legs. You have nice legs, Laura." Katrina ran 
her hands along Laura's calf. "Smooth and sleek..." She kissed Laura's shin. 

"So are yours..." 

Katrina eased Laura so they lay facing each other. She began mouthing Laura's 
breasts and tonguing her nipples. "Your nipples get so hard," she remarked. 
"They get big and firm like bing cherries." 

"I love your touch, Trina. It's been a long time since I've felt this aroused. 
It feels really good." 

"I think gay sex is better than straight sex. I know how you feel because I feel 
it, too. I can do a better job arousing you. I know what you like because I like 
it, too." Katrina caressed the insides of Laura's thighs and coaxed them apart. 
She cupped her palm over her partner's mons and slipped her finger between the 
labia. "I know how to stroke your clit because I have one, too. Oh, my -- you're 
very wet." 

"I told you -- I can't remember being so aroused." 

"Wet is good..." Katrina began stroking Laura's clit. "Is this the right spot?" 

"It's a good spot." 

Katrina reclined beside Laura and held her around her back. Laura began stroking 
Katrina's breasts. 

"It's feeling really good," Laura said. She closed her eyes and her breathing 
became deep and forceful. Laura held Katrina's face against her chest. Her 
thighs began to jerk with each stroke on her clitoral glans and Katrina could 
hear her heart pounding. She cupped her hand under her breast and held it go 
Katrina's lips. 

"Oh, God -- a little more," Laura panted. Katrina could hear her heart racing. 
"I'm gonna come, Trina," she gasped. "Almost ... almost... OH GOD!" 

Laura's thighs shook and she arched her back. "Oh!" she gasped and let out a 
groan. She panted and groaned again; then she grasped Katrina's wrist and eased 
her hand away. 

Katrina stroked Laura's face. "You got all pink," she said and kissed her lips. 
"That was a very sweet orgasm, Laura." 

"I came harder and faster than I ever remember. It was wonderful. You were 
wonderful, Trina. Now, it's your turn." 

Katrina lay on her back and Laura cuddled close to her. She rolled apart her 
thighs and Laura caressed them. 

"You're pretty wet, too," Laura said as she probed Katrina's vulva with her 
finger. "Show me the right spot." 

Katrina positioned Laura's finger. "Right there." Laura began stroking "That's 
good." 

Laura leaned over Katrina and began tonguing her small areolas and nipples. 
"You're catching on," Katrina said. "Just a little faster and a little firmer. 
Perfect..." 

Katrina felt her body going limp as her muscles relaxed and sexual tension built 
in her clitoris, amplified by Laura's sucking on her nipple. She stroked Laura's 
bi-color ponytail and kissed her shoulder and upper arm. 

Then, she surrendered herself to the sensations building in her pelvis. Her 
heart began to pound and then to race, and her breathing became panting. Katrina 
flexed and relaxed muscles in her bottom to help pump up her arousal and bring 
her orgasm closer. 

She felt her climax nearing. "Laura!" she gasped. "Don't stop, don't change it." 
Her thighs quivered and she arched her back as an orgasmic wave crested. Katrina 
gasped and panted "Don't stop!" Another orgasmic wave washed over her. She 
clenched her jaw and stifled a moan. 

"Should I keep going?" Laura asked. 

"YES!" Katrina gasped. Another, powerful orgasm exploded in her loins. "Oh, 
fuck!" she gasped as it crested. "Okay, you can stop now." 

Laura caressed Katrina's thighs and abdomen. "It looked like you had three." 

"I often have three," she replied. 

"God, Trina... Making you come and feeling your response ... made me want more." 

"We can do more. I'll be delighted to do more." Katrina eased Laura onto her 
back and began tonguing her breasts. 

"Is this what lesbian sex is?" Laura asked. "Going back and forth, giving each 
other orgasms ... feeding on each other's arousal until we both collapse from 
exhaustion?" 

"On a good night, it is," Katrina replied as she massaged Laura's breasts. "Do 
you like oral?" 

"I like oral." 

"I like oral, too." Katrina knelt between Laura's knees and began caressing her 
legs. "Sexy legs, girl," she said. "You have a sexy bod, no guff..." 

Laura spread wide and lifted her thighs, bending her knees. Katrina caressed her 
mons and stroked her pubic patch. "Nice, natural bush," she remarked. "Do you 
trim it at all?" 

"I've never had a reason to," Laura replied. 

"Even in swimsuit season?" 

"Even then." 

"It's lovely. You have a pretty pussy, Laura." Katrina kissed her clitoral 
shaft. "Mmm... You have a nice, natural perfume, too." She pressed her mouth 
against Laura's vulva and stroked the smooth skin of her clitoral hood, lifting 
it and then stimulating her glans directly. 

"This is indescribable," Laura remarked. "No one's done oral on me like this." 

Katrina worked her arms under Laura's thighs and grasped her breasts. Working up 
a rhythm, she rolled Laura's nipples in time with her tongue. 

"Oh, God -- I'm melting," Laura said. "This feels so good ... so good ... so 
good..." Her breathing deepened and her lips parted. "Ohhhhhhhh, my 
Goooooooood," she gasped. 

Katrina monitored Laura's arousal by feeling her heartbeats. She alternated 
between firm nipple pinches with gentle tongue stimulation and soft breast 
massage with firmer tongue pressure in an attempt to keep Laura from becoming 
over stimulated. It seemed to be working. Laura's heart began to race and her 
breathing turned to rapid and shallow panting. 

Laura's thighs began shaking. She arched her back and grabbed Katrina's 
forearms, sinking her nails into her skin. Then, she let out a shriek and 
Katrina could feel her pelvic floor throb and press against her lower lip. 

"Stop!" Laura gasped. Katrina came up from below. Laura grasped her cheeks and 
covered her face with kisses. "That was the most powerful orgasm I ever 
experienced," she panted. "I'll return the favor, but I've never done oral on a 
woman before. If you bear with me, I'll try to duplicate what I just felt. Or, I 
could do something else." 

Katrina pointed to the nightstand. "Open that drawer." 

Laura opened it and withdrew a metallic object with a rounded tip. Katrina took 
it and turned a control. It began buzzing. She adjusted it so it thrummed with a 
gentle throbbing. 

She handed it back to Laura and then lay on her back with her knees bent and her 
thighs spread. "Use your imagination," Katrina said. 

Laura touched vibrator's tip to Katrina's nipples and traced the outlines of her 
firm breasts. Then, she ran it along Katrina's sternum and down her abdomen, 
stopping to work the tip into her navel. Katrina giggled. "That's different," 
she remarked. 

"Do you like?" 

"I like everything you do, Laura. Sex is about having fun with your partner's 
body ... about enjoying each other." 

"Mmm... I understand..." Laura moved the vibrator's tip into Katrina's slit. "Do 
you want me to put this inside you?" 

"Inside is good. I'll need it outside to come, though." 

Laura slid the device deep into Katrina's wet and slick vagina and began gently 
moving it in and out. Katrina could feel it throbbing deep in her pelvis. With 
her left hand Laura caressed Katrina's breasts and belly. "This feels so good, 
Laura." 

"When did you have your appendix out?" Laura asked. 

"About five years ago." 

"The surgeon did a good job. The scar is so slight -- I didn't notice it 'til 
now. Monica had hers out when she was twelve. I was a nervous wreck until she 
came out of the anesthesia ... but she recovered with flying colors..." 

"I didn't quite recover with flying colors," Katrina replied. 

"You seem healthy enough. What happened?" 

"That's a discussion for another time." Laura increased the cadence of her 
thrusting the vibrator. She began pinching Katrina's nipple with the same 
rhythm. "Laura -- this feels so good. I feel like I can come like this, so don't 
change it." 

"I won't..." Laura maintained the cadence with her thrusting and her pinching. 

Katrina held her breath. She clamped shut her eyes and clenched her jaw, 
concentrating on the sensations deep in her abdomen. She flexed her sphincters 
and the surrounding muscles and felt herself on the verge of orgasm. With her 
left hand she pinched her own nipple in time with Laura's stroking, and that was 
enough to topple her over the edge. 

Katrina arched her back and gasped. She pushed Laura's hand away from her 
breast. "Too much, now," she panted. "Put the vibrator against my clit." 

Laura pulled the gadget from inside Katrina and held the tip against her 
clitoral glans. More orgasms washed over her. "Stop, stop, stop," Katrina 
gasped. "Wow -- you gave me a sensation I've never had -- a nipple orgasm," she 
said. 

Laura held up the vibrator. "This had to have been part of it." 

"Yeah, part of it. It was what you were doing up top that brought me to it." She 
kissed Laura's lips. "Thank you. Will you want more?" 

"I'm more or less spent," Laura replied. "You?" 

"I am spent. Let's cuddle..." 

Katrina pulled up the covers. She and Laura embraced and twined their legs. "I 
love feeling your smooth, sleek legs against mine," Katrina said. 

"I love it too... It's better than feeling hairy men's legs." 

"Indeed it is." Katrina kissed her. "It was wonderful sex, Laura. You did very 
well, especially for a first time." 

"I did what came naturally." 

"Then, you're a natural at it." They kissed again. "I do love you, Laura." 

"I love you, too, Trina." 



The alarm clock roused Katrina. She reached for it and switched it off. 

"Good morning," Laura said. 

Katrina rolled to face her. "Good morning. Have you been awake for long?" 

"Not very long." Katrina caressed Laura's cheeks. "What?" 

"I was just looking at you. You have beautiful, brown eyes, Laura." Katrina 
stroked her eyebrows. "I was admiring your eyebrows." 

"My eyebrows?" Laura asked. 

"Mmm... And your eyes and your cheeks and your hairline..." Katrina kissed her 
lips. "You have such perfect skin, Laura." 

"I take care of it. I stay out of the sun." 

They kissed again. "About last night," Katrina said. "Any regrets?" 

"None, Trina. Absolutely none. You?" 

"Regret is the furthest thing from what I feel. I've never felt stronger about 
anyone than you, Laura." 

"I feel the same way. I hope it lasts." 

"If we want it to last -- we'll make it last." 

"It's Monday morning, Trina. We have to get up." 

Katrina ran her fingers through Laura's hair. "I don't want to. I don't want to 
get out of bed. I want to spend the rest of the day lying like this and drinking 
you in. 

I love every bit of you, Laura." 

"We both have jobs to get to." 

"I know." 

"This evening," Laura said, "we can pick up where we left off." 

"I know we can. What I don't know is ... how I'm going to keep my mind on my 
work today." 



Katrina sat in her office at her desk. Her cell phone rang and she answered a 
call. "Hi Jill." 

Can you talk? 

"Hold on..." She shut the door to her office. "Now I can." 

I haven't heard from you in over a week. How's it going? 

"Well, I'm back in my office for a few days at least. Then, I'm scheduled to fly 
to Denver." 

I mean, how's it going with Laura? 

Katrina drew in a deep breath. "Amazingly. I think I've found my soul-mate, 
Jill." 

It's gone that far, that fast? 

"It has. We consummated our love last Sunday." 

You're not wasting time. Your gaydar turned out to be correct. 

"If anything, my gaydar was on the low side." 

How was she? 

"You know I don't kiss and tell ... luckily for you, girl. I'll say this. She 
was a bit tentative and apprehensive at first but she got into the swing." 

Into the swing, huh? 

"It's been every night since Sunday and each time better than the last. I think 
we're looking at a long-term commitment here." 

That means the days of our little alcohol-enema trysts are over. Well ... they 
were good while they lasted. 

"I'm afraid so. That is the one subject I haven't broached with her yet. Knowing 
Laura as I do, I don't think she'd object to a random three-way. In fact, she 
might get into it. I don't know how she'd take the enema thing." 

Do you plan on bringing it up? 

"Maybe. If the right moment presents itself, and once we're secure enough in 
each other. I'm in no hurry." 

Congratulations, Trina. No one deserves a companion like Laura more than you do. 





                                 Part IV

"Well, all the boxes are unpacked," Katrina said. "You are moved in, girl." 

"Yes. I'm beginning to feel settled." 

"Will you let me take you out to dinner to celebrate?" 

Laura regarded her. "All right ... but just this one time." 

"Oh, come on." 

"And, it's only because I have something to celebrate, also." 

"What's that?" 

"Rob and I have agreed on a settlement. We just need to have the judge sign it 
and we're officially and permanently split." 

"This calls for a special place," Katrina replied, "more special than the corner 
Wendy's. Let me see if I can get reservations at the Blue Room." She opened her 
Yellow Pages, picked up the phone and punched in the number. "We're all set," 
she said, hanging up the phone. 

"I know what I can wear," Laura replied. 

"So do I." Katrina stepped into her bedroom and located a halter-top evening 
dress. She slipped into it and her feet into a pair of heels. 

Laura stepped into the bedroom in a black, sleeveless dress, decorated with 
sequins and slit nearly to her hip. Underneath she wore sheer, black hose. 
"That's gorgeous, Trina," she said, regarding Katrina's outfit. "Oh, to be young 
and braless." 

"I don't go braless too often but I thought I should get some wear out of this. 
You look sensational, girl. Shall we take your car or mine?" 

"Do you know the location?" 

"I do," Katrina replied. 

"Then, you can drive." 

Katrina sat behind the wheel and Laura sat beside her. They held hands as she 
piloted the vehicle toward the restaurant. "Trina, may I ask a question?" Laura 
said. 

"Certainly." 

"How did you discover you were a lesbian? Did you know from an early age like 
some reports I've read?" 

"Like you, I was raised to believe it was an abomination. As I matured I 
realized I was attracted to certain kinds of boys ... the softer ones ... the 
sensitive ones..." 

"The ones jocks picked on," Laura added. 

"Yeah, those. I had a string of boyfriends but the relationships always went 
sour. Once I graduated from college I ended up in this town, working for the 
same company as today. There's a Panera across the street and I started going 
there for lunch. One day, one of the girls who worked there wrote a note on my 
receipt. She said she thought I was cute and she wanted to meet me." 

"So, you met her." 

"I think ordinarily I would've laughed it off. I had just ended yet another 
relationship with a man and was pretty fed up with the male of the species. I 
called her and we met on neutral territory; we started a friendship that quickly 
blossomed into love. She gently helped me get over any mental issues I had with 
sapphic love; and I began to realize why I had found relationships with men so 
hollow. She moved in with me." 

"Lahni?" Laura asked. 

"Yes, Lahni. We were together for five years. None of my boyfriends lasted six 
months. She was the one who took me to the hospital when my appendix burst. She 
was the last face I saw before going under the anesthesia and the first I saw 
coming out of it. I loved her, Laura. I still have feelings for her." 

"I'm sorry to bring up painful memories, Trina." 

"Oh, they're good memories." 

"Why did you two break up?" 

"At first we were in bliss. I was a technical writer, putting together training 
material. I was promoted to be a trainer and that meant lots of time on the 
road. I had little control over my assignments, and that often meant breaking 
plans. I had to cancel one to many special dates." 

Laura caressed Katrina's forearm. "I can understand. Rob was on the road a lot, 
too. At least I had Monica to keep me company. It's harder for the one left 
behind than the one doing the traveling." 

"I guess I realize that, now. The restaurant's in the next block. How's your 
appetite?" 

"My stomach is growling," Laura replied. "I am looking forward to this dinner." 

Katrina parked the car and together they entered the restaurant. They were shown 
their table and Katrina picked up her menu. "I'm in the mood for the prawns," 
she said. 

"I don't know... Seafood is full of toxins." 

"Tonight we go wild, Laura. Order something based on how it would please you. 
Your body can survive one night of it." 

"Okay, then ... the filet mignon." 

"A wise choice. Shall we pick a wine? You do drink, don't you?" 

"Of course I do ... except for Southern Comfort. It'll take me a while before I 
can face another round of that. I tell you, it's much worse coming up than going 
down." 

"How about a rosé? That should mate with both my shrimp and your beef." 

"Let's go for it." 

They placed their order with the server. "Tell me about your settlement," 
Katrina said. 

"Well... It turns out working at my office we have a legal benefit. Which brings 
up another topic, but I don't want to get off-track. I called them and they put 
me in touch with a hot-shot attorney, who happens to know and despise Rob's 
scumbag lawyer. He did a little digging and discovered the reason why Rob is so 
eager to keep me away from the family farm." 

"What's that?" 

"Rob has borrowed so heavily against it, and with the housing market tanking, 
the place is under water. He owes more than it's worth. Back when he had me sign 
the pre-nup, he tossed me a bone -- an insurance policy on the place in my name 
for the appraised value." 

"What was it worth twenty-three years ago?" Katrina asked. 

"About two hundred thousand. Rob's mortgages are three times that, and right now 
the place would fetch about four-fifty. Rob wants to hedge against me torching 
the place and collecting the insurance money -- which would be mine, free and 
clear." 

"You would never do that, would you?" 

"No, of course not -- but it shows how his attorney's evil mind operates. I'm 
sure Rob's under that scumbucket's thrall. To make a long story short, Rob is 
for all intents and purposes bankrupt. He's likely to lose the place anyway. 
There isn't an opportunity for splitting assets because there are none to split. 
I have a small bank account that Rob can't touch. So, my legal eagle convinced 
Rob that the last thing he needs is a protracted legal fight running up his 
lawyering bills. We drafted a settlement that sets me free and keeps me from 
assuming any of Rob's debts. Remember -- the house and the mortgages are all in 
his name only, per the pre-nup." 

"That sounds like a pre-nup that backfired," Katrina remarked. 

"Well... I can live with it. If I'm going to reboot my life with you, Trina - - 
this is an excellent way to start." 

Katrina stifled a laugh. "I wonder what Rob's young, hot babe will think when 
she discovers he's bankrupt. She might give him the heave-ho. That would be 
karma, don't you think?" 

"It would serve him right." 

Their server opened and poured the wine. Katrina held up her glass. "Here's to 
your settlement." They clinked glasses and sipped the wine. 

"This is good," Laura remarked. 

"You had another topic?" Katrina asked. 

"Yes. I was speaking to Kevin McNichol today. The firm needs to hire someone to 
administer the new system you were training us to use." 

"But -- I trained your system admin." 

"He gave his notice. He thinks the new system is too complex and daunting. He's 
been looking around and found another outfit that's using our old system -- the 
one he's familiar with. I suggested to Kevin that you might be a good candidate. 
He seemed to agree, and said if you wanted to submit a resume, he'd look at it." 

Katrina rolled her eyes upward in thought. "Hmm..." 

"I don't want to pressure you," Laura continued. "It's a good firm I work for. 
If you think you're getting tired of all the travel..." 

"You know -- I was saying something like that to my friend Jill just the other 
day. Maybe it is time to settle down. If I'm getting a second chance with you as 
a companion, I don't want to screw up like I did with Lahni." She sighed. "I'm 
thinking way too far ahead of us." 

"I'm thinking the same way," Laura replied. "I thought I felt sparks fly when I 
met Rob. They were nothing like the sparks that fly with you, Trina." 

"I'll certainly have a talk with Kevin. He seems like a nice enough guy." 

"Oh, he is. You'd enjoy working with him." 

Their server brought the entrees. "Would you ladies want anything else?" 

"Not at the moment," Katrina said. 

"I'm good," Laura added. She regarded Katrina. "Now -- I'm dying to know what 
went wrong with your appendix." 

Katrina planted her elbows on the table and cradled her forehead in her hands. 
"Nothing went wrong. It simply forced a lifestyle change on me." 

"What sort of change." 

"I was going to tell you sooner or later." Katrina sighed. "Promise me it won't 
change how you feel about me." 

Laura's eyebrows went up. "I can't until I know what it is. Is it really so 
bad?" 

"It's definitely ... different." Katrina drew in a deep breath and pushed a 
prawn around her plate. "I used to be a big user of enemas," she said in a near 
whisper. 

Laura's eyes grew wide. "Enemas?" 

"Not so loud! Yes, enemas. It started when I was in college, with a boyfriend I 
lived with. He was into anal sex, but he had an aversion to the icky aspect of 
it. So, he insisted I take an enema before we engaged in it -- cleaning prior to 
reaming, he called it. I developed an enjoyment of them. I got to the point that 
I was using them regularly. I loved how they felt, and how good they made me 
feel. When I had my appendix out, my surgeon told me I needed to stop." She 
looked up at Laura, who regarded her slack jawed. "I told you it was weird." 

Laura shook her head. "I can't believe it!" 

"Believe it. Oh, God, now I'm sorry I told you. You must think I'm some sort of 
freak." 

"Not at all, Trina," Laura replied softly. "What I can't believe is how much we 
have in common. I'm an enema fan, too." 

Katrina stared at her. "You are? How did you start?" 

"I started when I was pregnant with Monica. I suffered terrible constipation and 
my OB said I could use an enema when necessary. I was barely showing when I took 
my first one. I remember following an instruction sheet the nurse provided and 
feeling so inept I couldn't find my ass with both hands and a flashlight. I 
really like how they make me feel. When Monica was a little older, I started 
giving them to her whenever I thought she'd benefit from one. She got to the 
point where if she needed one she'd ask for it." 

"Really?" 

"Really. When she had her surgery, I spoke to the surgeon and he said that we 
should avoid them until the site had healed. I asked how we'd know, and he said 
when the incision was fully healed, then the site should be healed also. He said 
when you give an enema, if you keep the height of the reservoir no higher than 
two or three feet above the rectum, the overpressure amounts to about one pound 
per square inch." 

"That doesn't sound like much," Katrina replied. 

"He said that abdominal muscles can exert more pressure than that. It's 
imperative that the site be properly closed so it'll have sufficient strength 
once it's healed. We resumed Monica's enemas after six months, and she began 
taking them by herself during high school. She never had an issue. If it's been 
five years for you, then I'm sure you're fine, also." 

"Did you ever use one in sex?" Katrina asked. 

"Do you mean, like in anal sex?" 

"I mean as part of foreplay. I find giving an enema to my partner to be 
arousing." 

"Hmm... I think I can see that." 

Katrina gazed into Laura's eyes. "Do you know what I'm thinking?" 

"That we should go straight to Walgreen's and buy some equipment?" Laura 
replied. 

"That's exactly what I'm thinking. I tossed mine when I thought I couldn't use 
it." 

"I couldn't find mine among the boxes from the farm; and I'm not about to put it 
on Rob's lawyer's list." 

They finished their dinners and caught their server's eye. "Can I get you 
anything else? Dessert? Coffee?" 

"Just the check," Katrina said. 

"We have some wonderful desserts." 

"We have other plans for dessert," Laura interjected. 

"I'll be right back with your check." 

The server returned and Katrina handed her a credit card. She returned with the 
slip to sign. "How much tip?" Katrina mused. She jotted some numbers and showed 
it to Laura, who nodded approval. 

Katrina returned her card to her bag. She and Laura walked briskly to the 
parking lot and they headed toward the apartment building. "Thinking about this 
is making me so horny for an enema," Katrina said. "Have you ever had alcohol in 
an enema?" 

"No -- what's that do?" 

"It makes you drunk; but the experience is different than drinking. I don't like 
drinking to get drunk, but I like how an alcohol enema feels." 

"How is it different?" 

"The effects come on sooner and faster ... and they fade faster. It's hard to 
describe. You need to experience it. Sex with one feels really good -- provided 
you don't let yourself get too intoxicated to enjoy it. Are you game to try it?" 

"Why not?" 

"Then, we'll stop and pick up a bottle of cheap vodka. I hope it's not too 
late." 

"It's five to nine." 

Katrina steered the car into the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. Together 
they dashed inside, grabbed a bottle from the liquor department and headed for 
the cashier. "Here," she said and dug into her wallet for a ten dollar bill. 

"ID please," the cashier said. Katrina proffered hers and the clerk held it up 
and compared her face to the photograph. "Okay. Nine fifty-seven." 

The announcement that liquor sales were suspended until morning came over the 
P.A. system. Katrina headed for the car. "That was close," she remarked. 

"I wonder what that cashier thought of two women in evening gowns were doing 
buying a bottle of cheap vodka," Laura remarked. 

"I wonder what the Walgreen's clerk will think of two women in evening gowns 
buying a pair of enema syringes." 

Katrina drove to the drugstore near their apartment. Together they cruised the 
aisles. "There," Katrina said and pointed. 

"Combination enema, douche syringe and hot water bottle," Laura remarked. "Just 
like the one I left at home." 

"There are two on the shelf." Katrina picked them both up and they headed for 
the cashier. 

"I'll pay for this," Laura said. "You bought dinner and the vodka." The clerk 
looked up at them and Katrina smiled sweetly. 

"How much water do you use?" Katrina asked Laura as they drove toward the 
apartment building. 

"As much as it holds -- which is if I recall a bit over two quarts." 

"I used to take a three-quart enema," Katrina replied. 

"Three quarts? My god -- you're so petite. Where did it all go?" 

"My stomach bulged out to here." 

"Where did you find a three-quart bag?" 

"I used what we bought tonight. There's a way to force more water into one. I 
can get three quarts into one of these." 

"That, I want to see." 

Katrina parked her car. Laura stepped out with the bags from the grocery and 
drug stores. Katrina locked the car and they headed into the building. 

"It'll be a late night if we do this right," Katrina remarked. 

"I don't have anywhere to go tomorrow." 

"We'll probably want to sleep in, anyway." 

"What should we wear for this event?" Laura asked. 

"There's only one outfit appropriate for sexy enemas," Katrina replied. 

"What's that?" 

"Complete nudity." 

Katrina opened the door to the apartment. She kicked it closed and embraced 
Laura. They kissed. "I am giddy with anticipation, Laura." 

"So am I," Laura replied. She slipped her arms around Katrina's back and untied 
the halter top of her dress. Katrina unzipped the back and let it drop to the 
floor. She slid a half-slip and her briefs down her legs and stepped from them. 

Laura turned around and Katrina unzipped her gown. She regarded Laura's legs. 
"You wore stockings," she remarked. 

"Stockings make me feel sexy," Laura replied. "I'd like to keep them on ... for 
now." 

"That's fine with me." They embraced again. "When I see you nude like this," 
Katrina said, "I want to press all of my skin against all of yours, all at 
once." 

"I love feeling your warmth against me," Laura replied. They kissed. "You make 
me feel ten years younger." They kissed again. 

"You're as old as you feel and think," Katrina replied and kissed Laura's lips. 

"Then, you make me ten years younger. Shall we get started?" 

They opened the boxes on the kitchen counter. "We should mark them," Katrina 
said, "so they don't get mixed up. I love you, Laura; but we shouldn't share 
enema gear." She retrieved a Sharpie marker from a drawer and wrote Trina on one 
and Laura on the other. Under her name she placed one dot and under Laura's she 
placed two. Then, she marked her hose, adapter and nozzles with a single dot and 
Laura's with two. "Now we can identify which is whose." Katrina placed a quart 
measuring pitcher, measuring spoons and a box of baking soda on the counter. 
"So, who goes first?" she asked. 

"Seeing as how it's been a longer drought for you, I think you should to first," 
Laura replied. 

"Then, give me an enema," Katrina said. "Give me the one you'd give yourself. 
Pretend I've never had one before." 

Laura ran the tap in the kitchen sink until the water was warm. She adjusted the 
temperature by feel and then held Katrina's bag under the tap until it was 
filled to capacity. Then, Laura installed the stopper and hose, flushed air from 
the apparatus and attached the enema nozzle. "Do you have any lube?" she asked. 

Katrina produced the jar of vaseline. Laura dipped her finger into it and 
smeared a good quantity onto the nozzle, leaving a large glob at the tip. 
Katrina climbed onto the bed. "Get on all fours," Laura instructed. 

Katrina knelt on her knees and forearms. "God, I'm as giddy as the first time we 
made love," Laura remarked. With her left hand she parted Katrina's buttocks. 
"Mmm... Nice little hole ... and so smooth from being shaved..." Katrina felt 
the nozzle against her anus and then it sliding into her rectum. She heard the 
snap as Laura released the clamp. "This nozzle wants to slide out, Trina. I'll 
need to hold it in place. Your butt's so small it can't grab it and hold onto 
it." 

"The douche nozzle is easier to hang onto," Katrina replied. She felt fullness 
in her rectum -- fullness that was becoming pressure. She began taking long, 
deep breaths and flexing the muscles in her abdomen. The pressure released and 
she felt the bolus of water move up her left side. The temperature of the 
inflowing enema grew warmer. "Wow -- you made this one hot," she remarked, 
"hotter than I ever made one." 

"Is it too hot?" Laura asked. "It's how I like them." 

"No... I feel warmth permeating me inside. It seems to be flowing in well." 

"I like feeling warm water penetrating deep into me," Laura replied. "This is 
how I've always done it and it's how I gave enemas to Monica when she was a 
girl." 

"I'm getting full," Katrina said. 

"You're almost done." 

"I'll bet after five years my colon is full of awful stuff. It'll take a lot of 
enemas to get it all out. Not all tonight, though..." 

"You're done," Laura said and withdrew the nozzle. 

Katrina rolled onto her back and caressed her belly. "I feel full... I think I 
can feel the warmth through my skin." 

Laura palpitated Katrina's belly. "Yes -- that's what Monica's stomach felt like 
after receiving an enema." 

"I'm feeling kind of nauseated," Katrina said. "It must be the heat. I think 
I'll go expel. It's a rule in this apartment that when you expel an enema you 
leave the bathroom door open." Katrina eased herself off the bed and headed into 
the bathroom. She sat on the bowl, relaxed her bottom and bore down. 

She could feel the hot enema gushing out of her and the relief that afforded 
her. Another wave of nausea built and she expelled another bolus of hot water. 
"Oh, God," she called to Laura. "So much is coming out. Feels really good 
getting rid of it." 

"Monica used to say the cramping was feeling worse so you could feel better." 

Katrina grunted and expelled another long gush. "I'll concur with that 
assessment. I'm starting to feel really good." She lifted her arms over her head 
and rocked from side to side. "I think I'm done." She cleaned herself and 
pressed the flush lever. 

"It's been so long since I've had that empty, relaxed feeling after a good 
purge," Katrina remarked. "Now, it's my turn to give you my version of an enema. 
I'll show you how to get three quarts into a two-quart bag." 

Laura watched over Katrina's shoulder as she measured out baking soda. "I make 
mine body temperature and add a little soda," she explained as she mixed the 
soda with the water and poured two quarts into Laura's bag. 

"What does the soda do?" Laura asked. 

"It increases the tonicity of the enema water, and it makes it gently purgative. 
You use heat for the same effect." Katrina mixed a third quart and filled the 
bag to capacity. "See? It holds just under two and a half quarts -- but we can 
get more in." 

She closed up the syringe with the adapter cap and attached the hose. Then she 
lay the bag on the floor and held the loose end of the hose in the pitcher of 
water and baking soda. With her foot she pressed on the bag. Air bubbled through 
the hose. 

Katrina lifted her foot and the contents of the pitcher began siphoning into the 
bag. Soon the pitcher was empty and the bag lay, bloated on the floor. She 
closed the clamp and picked it up. 

"Wow," Laura remarked. "That thing looks mean." 

"Just think -- in a little while all this water is going to be in there." She 
pointed to Laura's belly. Then, she affixed the douche nozzle. She carried the 
bulging apparatus to the bedroom and lay it on the bed. 

"How should I be?" Laura asked. 

"Start on your left side and draw up your knees." Katrina scooped some vaseline 
with her finger. With her left hand she parted Laura's buttocks and then she 
deposited the glob onto the brown pucker of Laura's anus. With her finger she 
worked the lube into Laura's orifice. 

Katrina picked up the douche nozzle. "This might feel big at first but it's 
really nothing," she said as she touched the tip to Laura's opening. Her anus 
tightened up. "Just relax..." Rocking the nozzle back and forth she eased the 
bulbous tip past the sphincter. It slid easily, deep into Laura's rectum. 

"Ready?" Katrina asked as she picked up the bloated bag. 

"Ready." 

"This thing is heavy..." Katrina snapped open the clamp. She pinched off the 
flow and delivered it in short bursts. "Tell me if you cramp." 

"The water feels a bit cool," Laura replied. 

"It's how I like them," Katrina replied as she pinched and released the hose. 
"Any cramping?" 

"Just pressure now and then," Laura remarked. "I can feel it moving up my left 
side." 

"Roll onto your back." 

Laura rolled over and stretched her legs. Katrina opened the clamp and watched 
her abdomen move up and down with her breathing. "It looks like your belly is 
getting bigger," she remarked. 

Laura ran her hands along her abdomen. "Yes... I can feel myself getting full... 
Now my stomach is really expanding." 

"Roll onto your right side and massage your belly. Gravity will move the water 
deeper into you." 

Laura rolled onto her right side. "I can feel heaviness here." 

"That's your cecum, filling up." 

"God, I'm feeling full," Laura remarked. She stroked her abdomen. "My stomach is 
getting huge!" 

"You don't have to take it all, Laura. Just take as much as you can. It'll empty 
your colon so it'll absorb the alcohol better." 

"How much more?" 

Katrina pinched the bag. "A little more than a pint. Do you want to rest a 
moment?" 

"Okay..." 

Katrina closed the clamp. She sat on the bed and stroked Laura's leg through the 
filmy nylon of her stocking. "Those stockings do make your legs look sexy," she 
said. "Ready to try some more?" 

"Okay..." 

Katrina stood, held up the bag and snapped open the clamp. "Take shallow breaths 
using your ribs instead of your diaphragm," she suggested. "Relax your belly... 
Now, try lying on your back again." 

Laura rolled onto her back, breathing in shallow panting. She caressed her 
distended belly with both palms. "I don't know how much more I can take." 

"You are almost done," Katrina said. "Yup -- it's empty. You took three quarts, 
girl." She reached between Laura's legs and retrieved the nozzle. 

"I'm not going to be able to hold this," Laura said. "I'm feeling nauseated 
already." 

"Then, go." 

Laura stood. She paused to admire her bloated belly. "Look -- I look like I did 
when I was four month's pregnant." 

"Very sexy," Katrina replied. 

Laura trotted to the bathroom, flung open the lid and sat, expelling a long gush 
before her buttocks contacted the seat. "That was a close call," she called to 
Katrina. "Feels good to get rid of it." 

"Expelling is half the fun, don't you think?" Katrina called to her. 

"I can feel my tummy shrinking ... I think it's back to normal but I know 
there's a lot more enema to get rid of." Laura bore down and expelled another 
long gush. "Oh, this feels so good!" 

"I'm going to make some tea," Katrina called to her. "We can sit and let our 
colons relax before the alcohol." 



"How much vodka?" Laura asked as she watched Katrina. 

"How much do you weigh?" 

"One thirty five." 

"Then I'll give you about five and a half ounces of eighty-proof. I weigh a 
hundred eight, so I'll take four and a touch more. The vodka gets diluted four- 
to-one, so the enema itself is about twenty proof." She stirred the contents of 
the pitcher and poured it into Laura's bag. "Now for mine... Shall we go?" 

Laura regarded Katrina as she hung both bags from the chain she had installed. 
"I was wondering what that hook in the ceiling was for... How do you want me?" 
Laura asked. 

"Start on all fours." Katrina spread and lubed Laura's anus and slid the douche 
nozzle in deep. "This is going to burn in your rectum, but the discomfort should 
last only ten seconds or so. Once your colon opens up to admit the fluid, it'll 
drain out of your rectum and flow further up where there are fewer nerve 
endings." 

"Understood," Laura replied. 

"Lower your shoulders. Put your face against the mattress and elevate your butt. 
Ready?" 

"Ready." 

Katrina snapped open the clamp. Three seconds elapsed and Laura gasped. "Oh, my 
God! Oh, my GOD! Trina -- it burns!" 

"I told you. Hang in there. Deep breathing can help." 

Laura took deep deliberate breaths. "I feel it in my feet!" she exclaimed. "The 
soles of my feet are burning!" 

"That's referred pain," Katrina replied. 

"It's fading," Laura said. "I can still feel it going in." 

"Are you okay?" 

"Nothing could've prepared me for what that felt like," she replied. 

"The bag is empty." Katrina pulled the nozzle from Laura's rectum. "Roll onto 
your right shoulder and lie on your right side 'til your colon becomes 
acclimated to the alcohol. How are you feeling?" 

"Now, it feels like ... I can't describe it ... an indistinct discomfort deep in 
my belly." 

Katrina sat on the bed and stroked Laura's thigh. "You should acclimate to it 
shortly." 

"I do believe I'm feeling it already ... like I sipped a glass of Champagne." 

"Rest like that for another couple of minutes. Then I'll take mine." 

"Trina -- I'm feeling a cramp like I gotta expel!" 

"It's a spasm," Katrina replied. "Some of the alcohol must've got stuck low in 
your colon. I get these now and then. Hold it back." 

"It's so strong and it burns!" Katrina saw Laura grimace and screw up her face 
in pain. "I gotta go or I'll have an accident!" 

"If you expel the enema this soon, you'll have a very bad reaction," Katrina 
replied. "I'll help you hold it back." She pressed her thumb against Laura's 
anus and with her other hand squeezed her buttocks together. "Deep breathing ... 
don't panic -- this will pass." 

"It's passing," she said. "It still feels crampy ... not so bad, now..." 

"You rest while I take mine." Katrina lay on her right side, her feet toward the 
headboard so she could see Laura's face. She bent her knees, reached behind, 
worked the nozzle into her anus and slid it all the way into her rectum. "How 
are you doing?" she asked. 

Laura nodded. "Better. I'm really feeling it now. You're right -- this is a 
different sensation than drinking." 

Katrina stretched her right leg, bent her left and worked her right arm behind 
her back. She rolled halfway onto her stomach and snapped open the clamp on her 
hose. Immediately she felt the cool flow into her rectum; then two seconds later 
the intense burn of the alcohol on her tissues. 

Taking long, hard breaths through wide open mouth she pumped her belly with her 
diaphragm to encourage the enema to flow deeper. The burning sensation in her 
rectum subsided, replaced by a less distinct warmth radiating up her left side, 
across under her ribcage and pooling in the right side of her belly. The bag 
emptied with a soft glug. Katrina closed the clamp and withdrew the nozzle. "I 
had forgotten how much they burn," she said as she rolled onto her right side 
and massaged her belly. "Are you all right?" 

"My stomach doesn't ache any more," Laura replied. "I'm feeling warm ... damp 
around my temples." 

"Your face is flushed," Katrina said. "I get that sometimes, too. Lie on your 
back. That will distribute the alcohol along the length of your colon. You'll 
absorb it faster, but if any gets too low and starts cramping -- roll onto your 
right side again." 

Laura rolled onto her back. "I do feel it," she said, "burning in my rectum. But 
it's not cramping." 

"Since I have more experience holding these, we'll keep you flat on your back." 
Katrina knelt on her knees and elbows over Laura. She grasped Laura's face in 
her palms and kissed her lips. "I love you," she said. 

"I love you, too." Laura began caressing Katrina's breasts as they dangled over 
her. "Lower your shoulders a bit." She held her breasts against Katrina's and 
rubbed their nipples together. "God -- I feel like I'm floating, Trina. Are you 
feeling it?" 

"Now I'm beginning to." They kissed and explored each other's mouths with their 
tongues. "Can you taste the alcohol?" 

"In the back of my throat," Laura replied. She coaxed Katrina to lean forward so 
she could tongue her nipple. 

Katrina rolled off of Laura and turned around. She resumed kneeling on her knees 
and elbows, but with her face over Laura's mons. "Sixty-nine," Laura remarked. 
"What a wonderful idea." She began caressing the backs of Katrina's thighs and 
her buttocks. 

Katrina caressed Laura's thighs. She ran her fingers through her pubic patch and 
caressed her labia. Laura rolled her thighs apart and Katrina dipped into her 
vagina. "You are very wet and slick," she remarked. 

"So are you," Laura replied. "This has made me so aroused. Let me see if I can 
grab another pillow..." 

Katrina felt Laura's tongue between her labia and stroking her clit. "That feels 
good," she said and began stroking the glans of Laura's clit while massaging her 
mons and stroking her thighs. "Feeling really good, Laura..." Her breathing grew 
deep as Laura's stimulation of her clit drove her toward her climax. Then, with 
her finger Laura began rimming Katrina's anus, still slick with vaseline. She 
slipped it in up to her second knuckle and began working it in and out as she 
licked her clit. 

Katrina reached up and squeezed her breast as her orgasm exploded in her loins. 
Laura increased the action of her tongue and pushed her finger deeper into 
Katrina's rectum. Another orgasm washed over her and a third. 

"Stop," Katrina gasped. 

"I felt you come," Laura said. "I could feel your sphincter clamping down on my 
finger. I never felt anything like that before." 

"No one's ever finger-fucked my butt," Katrina replied. 

"Inside you felt like warm, moist velvet. It was a turn-on for me, too." 

"It made me come ... surprised me..." She rolled onto her side; then she he sat 
up, stripped the stockings from Laura's legs and caressed each one from her 
ankle to her hip. Katrina coaxed apart her knees and lay between them, her hands 
caressing Laura's abdomen. "How's that colon doing with that intoxicating mix 
swirling around in it?" 

"It's stopped burning. God, do I feel it. My head is swimming and I have this 
delicious, mellow sensation. When I close my eyes, I feel like I'm falling." 

"Are you ready to come?" Katrina asked. 

"Oh, yes..." Katrina spread Laura's labia and worked her tongue between them. 
"Oh, God," Laura said. "I have this relaxed, dreamy feeling ... and what you're 
doing ... I'm melting ... I'm floating. I wish I could have multiple orgasms 
like you do... I wonder ... what's your secret?" 

Katrina cupped her hands under Laura's buttocks and lifted them to press her 
mouth more firmly against her vulva. Her breathing became panting and her thighs 
began to tremble. "Oh, I'm close," she said. "Juss a little more..." 

Katrina moved her hands to Laura's breasts and found her fleshy nipples erect 
and hard. Shepinched both in synch with her tongue. Laura arched her back and 
moaned. "Oh, God! Stop." Katrina didn't stop. She continued to tongue Laura's 
clit and to caress her belly. "Trina ... stop. Oh, God ... on second thought, 
don't stop. It's feeling really good again." Laura bit her lip, drew in a deep 
breath and let out a groan. Her legs shook and Katrina felt muscles in her 
bottom pushing against her lip. "Oh, GOD!" Laura gasped. She pounded the 
mattress and grasped Katrina's head, driving her nails into her scalp. 

Katrina could feel orgasm after orgasm washing over Laura as each one made the 
muscles in her bottom throb. "Enough!" Laura gasped. Katrina looked up and saw 
Laura's face, flushed deep red and tears streaming toward her temples. 

"Cuddle," Katrina said and she lay on her back beside Laura. Laura lay on her 
right side and wrapped her leg around Katrina's. "The secret," Katrina said, "to 
having multiple orgasms is simple. Don't stop after the first one." 

"It was amazing, Trina," she said. "Now, I feel like I'm swirling ... alcohol's 
sweeping me away..." 

"I know -- I'm getting drunker and drunker by the minute." 

"Room's spinning." 

"We juss have to hol' onto each other," Katrina replied, "so we don' fall off." 



Daylight roused Katrina. She closed her eyes again. She had a dull headache and 
her body felt like it was vibrating. 

"You wake?" Laura asked. 

"Uh-huh," Katrina replied. 

"You hung over?" 

"Uh-huh... You?" 

"Yeah but not too bad." 

"How's your colon feel?" Katrina asked. 

"A little grumpy but okay." 

"Same here." 

Laura rolled toward Katrina and embraced her. "It was wonderful last night. I'm 
so much in love, Trina. I met you and my whole life changed ... and I like it." 

Katrina caressed Laura's hair. "I've joined a local Gay and Lesbian alliance," 
she said. "Are you comfortable enough to come with me to some meetings?" 

"Maybe I will be." 

"I've made up my mind," Katrina said. "If Kevin will hire me as your system 
administrator, I will accept in a heartbeat -- just to be closer to you." 

Laura kissed her. "Don't take the job for that reason. Take it because it's a 
great opportunity. Being close is just a bonus." 

"You have it backwards," Katrina replied. "Have you told Monica about us?" 

"I have." 

"What does she think?" 

"She's happy for me. She can tell how much happier I've been." Laura kissed her 
again. "What shall we do today?" 

"I need more sleep," Katrina replied. "You probably do, too. I like what we're 
doing right now." 

"Mmm... So do I." 

Katrina held tightly onto Laura. She closed her eyes and as she drifted toward 
sleep she could feel Laura's body relax and her legs twitch. Then, she 
surrendered herself to slumber. 


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Disclaimer: As in some of my other stories, this one features alcoholic enemas. 
Thus I feel obligated to remind my readers that these stories are fiction with 
fictional characters performing fictional acts, and they are written solely for 
the your enjoyment. They do not represent scenarios that non-fictional 
characters (YOU) should attempt. Alcoholic enemas are dangerous and can be (have 
been) fatal. 

That said, I realize some readers might be tempted to try it. A few have written 
me asking for advice. My best advice is, don't. You could end up dead. For 
anyone bound and determined to do it anyway, here are some never-dos you should 
consider: 

Never introduce liquor stronger than wine into the colon (you can cause serious 
tissue damage) 

Never take more alcohol in an enema than you can safely drink 

Never take an alcohol enema if you have been drinking or using other drugs. 

Adhering to these never-dos won't guarantee you won't die, but will lessen the 
odds. --D 
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