       Laura - Chapter 314
       
       
       
       
       The following night was the purest bliss for both Laura and Nyomi since Alana stayed over with her grandmother and they had total freedom to devour one another.  But Laura soon found herself being grateful for Alana’s existence, since the natural needs of her sweet daughter understandably prevented Nyomi from completely dominating Laura’s evenings.  She adored Nyomi and craved her spectacular body, but also in the back of her mind was a gnawing reminder of Bonnie.
       
       Who never called her.  After all, I’ve given her every chance, Laura thought.  I didn’t even push it.  That time when I went down there to the alley to find out her last name, I didn’t even push it.  I didn’t even suggest we get together.  Nothing.  You’d think if she had a little interest, even a little, that she would phone.  Just for a coffee date or something.
       
       But she also realized that Bonnie was shy.  She was not like Nyomi: feverishly curious and eager.  Instead, the knowledge that Laura might desire her sexually had made Bonnie nervous and withdrawn.  A part of her nature might want it to go on, might want Laura to make further advances, but her general wariness would not allow it.  
       
       That’s it, I’m just going to have to draw her out, Laura thought.  It’s up to me.  If I wait, she’ll never call.  I’m going to have to risk the whole thing, just to get her attention.
       
       Just when she became resolutely determined to march down to the alley sandwich shop that very afternoon and boldly ask Bonnie to dinner, or to a movie, or to go for a nice evening stroll around Lake Merritt, she got a call from her on her cell phone.  “Bonnie?  Oh god, you called!”  Laura let this slip out before she realized that it wasn’t exactly wise since her exclamation made it seem like she was sitting on the edge of her chair waiting for Bonnie to call.  
       
       Bonnie was shy, fulfilling Laura’s prophecies.  Her voice was barely audible.  She wasn’t shy when she was doing her job, nor had she been when Laura had eaten dinner with her in her apartment.  But now that the terms of their relationship had altered, now that she knew why Laura was attracted to her, that it was physical as well as friendly, she was shy.  “Cooking tonight.  More slum gullion.  Thought you might want to have dinner.”
       
       If someone offered me a million bucks, I wouldn’t want it more, Laura’s inner voice was crowing happily.  But she restrained her delivery.  “Why . . . I think that would be wonderful.  If you can hang around until about five-thirty I could give you a ride.”
       
       Bonnie snorted and snuffled nervously.  “I don’t think so.  That’s an hour and a half.  I could be home by then on the bus.  I could already be cooking.  Why don’t you just come by when you get off.”
       
       Laura smiled.  I can’t wait, my darling.  “I’ll be there with bells on,” she said brightly.  She didn’t know exactly what that meant, but her mother always said it.
       
       And somehow this brightened Bonnie’s mood; maybe her mother always said it too; or maybe it was simply that Laura had accepted her invitation.  She was upbeat.  “Good.  I’ll get down that bottle of vodka and have it ready for you.”
       
       Laura clucked into the phone.  “Bonnie!  You act like I’m a closet tippler or something.”
       
       “Only kidding.”  This easy badinage was thrilling to Laura, and she guessed it might be to Bonnie too.  “See you then.”
       
       She stopped on her way to the parking garage to her car and bought half a dozen yellow roses.  She did not buy red since that might seem inappropriately romantic somehow, but yellow seemed okay.  And yet, when she got there she left them in the car.  Bonnie was too sweet and unpretentious, and also clearly a little nervous about this invitation, and Laura figured that underlining it with a gift of flowers would be too brazen, as if she were saying “Okay, girl, let’s get on with it.  You know what I want.”
       
       That was too crude and too rude.  This, on her way up the elevator, made her grin as it reminded her of the old limerick about a guy named McGruder who liked his girl nude when he screwed her.  She giggled softly to herself and carefully composed her face into a mask of pleasant friendliness, banishing such crass rhymes completely from her mind before knocking on Bonnie’s door.
       
       Bonnie greeted her wearing an apron that said: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues.  Laura could not suppress a grin.  This was a side of Bonnie, evidently, that she had not seen.
       
       “Love your apron.”
       
       Bonnie squinted bashfully.  “My sister gave it to me.  She got it at a yard sale and decided it really fit me.  I don’t even know what a cowgirl is.”
       
       Mmmmm, Laura thought, maybe we can remedy that, darling.  She thought quickly of Allisha, who especially among all Laura’s lovers liked getting ‘cowgirl rammed,’ as she called it.  But she quickly banished such thoughts.  Bonnie was more fetching than ever in her cute apron.  She still wore her blue polo shirt, her work ‘uniform,’ under it.  
       
       “Mmmmm, that smell is delicious,” Laura smiled.  “I see you’ve been busy while I’ve been stuck in traffic.”
       
       “It’s all ready.  I’m just keeping it warm.”
       
       Now there was a moment of discomfort for them both.  They looked at each other and didn’t know what to do next.  The uncomfortable pause was fraught with the knowledge of what had passed between them here before, and what this reunion must mean.  We’re going to do it, Laura realized.  Otherwise she never would have invited me here.  The problem is, how to we get there.  She is willing to do it but is leaving the rest up to me.
       
       “I guess maybe I’ll take that drink, if you’re still offering it,” Laura smiled gently.
       
       “Oh.  Right.  I forgot.”  Bonnie turned to her small kitchen.  “Vodka and ice?  I got some Sprite.”
       
       “Just a little splash of Sprite will be okay.  You’re joining me, aren’t you?  Remember . . . I don’t want to be the only drunk at the party.”
       
       Bonnie poured the drinks very methodically, giving herself a tall glass of Coke with a little vodka in it.  “Can’t stand the taste,” she reminded Laura.
       
       Laura came up behind her, before Bonnie could reach for the full glasses and hand her one.  She put one hand on Bonnie’s shoulder.  “Here,” she murmured softly, “let me help you off with the apron.”
       
       Bonnie turned to look back at Laura over her shoulder.  Her dark eyes were shiny with expectation, and their eyes locked together as Laura loosened the knot holding the apron on, then undid it completely.  “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely audible.
       
       She pulled the neck string over her head and tossed the apron into a kitchen chair, a kind of symbolic disrobing.  Again Laura touched her arm before she could return to the drinks on the tile sinkboard.  She raised her fingertips to Bonnie’s lovely face and brushed her cheek with them.  “Thank you for inviting me,” she whispered.
       
       Bonnie smiled.  “I guess you better kiss me if you’re going to do it,” she said.  “I’m getting real nervous waiting.”
       
       Laura smiled.  “That makes two of us.”  She dropped her fingertips to Bonnie’s full lips, thick and pillowy and inviting, umber-colored with no lipstick.  “Guess I will . . . and put an end to the suspense.”
       
       She slid her fingers to the side, caressing Bonnie’s smooth black cheek again, and moved her face closer, brushing Bonnie’s lips with her own.  Laura knew from experience how to make it a very slow and romantic first kiss, and Bonnie helped by tilting her head a little to the side so that their mouths melted more easily together.  Neither opened her mouth at first, being content to press her lips to the other’s mouth lightly but expressively.  Then Laura slowly but surely began to insinuate the tip of her tongue between Bonnie’s lips, and Bonnie obligingly parted them to let it in.
       
       Up to this point only their lips touched, and now their tongues, as well as Laura’s fingertips still caressing Bonnie’s cheek.  But slowly, as the lengthy kiss wore on, they began to press the rest of their bodies together, and Laura’s arms slowly encircled Bonnie, until she was holding her close and kissing her more hungrily.  And wonder of wonders, Bonnie was kissing back.
       
       She began to kiss Laura back heatedly.  This poor darling girl is hungry for love, Laura thought, ratcheting up the heat a little more herself.  Shoot, I just should have pressed it the first time.  She probably would’ve given in.  She wants to be kissed like this.
       
       When they stopped for a moment, Laura kept kissing her face.  “Your skin is so smooth  . . . and beautiful,” she panted softly, kissing Bonnie’s high cheek bones.  “I love your Choctaw Indian cheek bones.”
       
       Bonnie giggled softly, demurely.  “You crazy, Laura.”
       
       Laura stopped her bashful giggling with another passionate kiss.  Again Bonnie kissed back hungrily.  Laura’s fingers bit into the resilient flesh of Bonnie’s back through her shirt.  She slithered her tongue deep into Bonnie’s mouth.  Bonnie responded by drilling hers deep into Laura’s.  They were both panting when they broke off the kiss.
       
       “I think we should . . . sit down on the sofa,” Laura panted.
       
       Bonnie winked and crooked her finger.  She took Laura’s hand and drew her over to the wall furthest from the kitchen, swiveling the panel to expose the large Murphy bed behind it.  She caught Laura’s glance with a significant flash of her dark eyes.  Then she carefully lowered the bed and pulled down the blanket.
       
       Laura was so thrilled by this gesture that she could barely speak.  This girl means to pull me down on this bed and fuck me, she thought playfully, feeling her heart race and her blood surge.  She took Bonnie’s hand and raised it to her lips, this hand that had lingered so often in hers when giving her change for a sandwich, the slim, tapered black fingers that had made her heart leap and her pussy throb.
       
       “Kiss me again,” she murmured, not knowing what else to say at this moment, this very significant moment.  Bringing the bed out could have only one meaning, and she was electrified at Bonnie’s boldness.
       
       She kissed her mouth and her smooth black neck and her shiny black ear, nuzzling her hair, digging her fingers into the hard round resilience of Bonnie’s ass—that spectacular ass!— through her jeans for the very first time.  Though not as obsidian-dark as Dee Dee or Dawn, for example, Bonnie was darker than Nyomi, whom Laura had most recently been nuzzling, and as usual Laura found her delicious black skin a huge erotic turn-on.  Bonnie passively accepted Laura’s acute physical hunger, letting herself be kissed and caressed, but finally pulling back to pose a sensible question.
       
       “You want to do this first or eat first?  If we’re not going to eat, I’ve got to turn off the fire under the slum gullion.”
       
       Laura leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  “I want you more than I want food.  I want to eat you alive.”
       
       Bonnie broke into an embarrassed grin, as if she were ashamed to admit that she wanted the same thing.  “I’ll be right back.  Don’t move.”
       
       “I won’t.”
       
       Bonnie turned down the fire on the stove and returned quickly to Laura to turn up the fire there.  “What do we do now, get undressed?”
       
       “Well . . .” Laura pretended to think it over.  “It’s usually easier when you’re undressed.  Not always, but usually.  I think . . . we should help each other undress.  Me first.  I’ll help you out of these jeans.”
       
       She slowly ran down the zipper of Bonnie’s tight blue jeans, then eased them over her hips and down her sleek black thighs.  She knelt while doing this and could not resist pressing her lips to the hard sleek flesh.  True to her word, Bonnie was a simple girl and wore simple white cotton underpants, which Laura, after getting the girl’s ankles free of her blue jeans, quickly got her hands under.  She could not wait to fill her hands with Bonnie’s round, firm buns, which she had been lusting after for months, it seemed.
       
       “You know, you have a beautiful ass,” she murmured, standing again to face Bonnie, but keeping her hands under Bonnie’s panties, happily clutching the hard round moons.  
       
       Bonnie grinned and nodded.  “People look at it a lot.”
       
       “People want to do this,” Laura whispered, squeezing them.  “If they’re like me they want to kiss it all over.”
       
       “You want to do that?”
       
       “Oh yes.  God, yes.”
       
       “Guys want to stick their dicks in it.”
       
       Laura kissed her neck, unbuttoning the top button of Bonnie’s golf shirt.  “You let them?”
       
       Bonnie shook her head.  “Too big.”
       
       “Mmmmm, maybe a finger would feel better.”
       
       Bonnie frowned, but not with hostility.  “I don’t know about that.”
       
       “Can we take this off too?” Laura suggested, plucking at the bottom of the blue shirt.
       
       Bonnie shook her head playfully, grinning like a school girl.  “I ain’t going to be the only one naked here, any more than you’re going to be the only drunk at the party.”
       
       “You’re right,” Laura smiled back, quickly removing her blouse, and unfastening her skirt, letting it fall around her feet.  She was so eager to be naked with Bonnie, after all this time waiting for it, that she didn’t even bother to carefully fold up her clothes.  “Now you.”
       
       Now Bonnie flirted.  Even though she was genuinely a shy, natural, girl-next-door type who seemed usually oblivious to her very real charms, she also had a streak of coquetry that was irresistible.  She removed the blue polo shirt as if she had practiced every move, from the tantalizing lift of the bottom of it to slowly reveal the delicious black skin of her taut midriff, to the slow pulling of the collar over her short black hair.  She wore a simple white bra underneath it, matching her simple cotton underpants.
       
       She was a vision.  Alluring, lacy underwear like Laura’s could hardly have made her sexier.  Now they were both down to bra and panties.  Bonnie, Laura was delighted to see, could not keep her eyes off Laura’s near-naked body any more than Laura could keep her eyes from devouring Bonnie’s.  Bonnie touched Laura’s lacy champagne-colored bra with one finger.
       
       “This is the kind of bra they had at Bloomies when we went there,” she said, her eyes wide, admiring it.  “I never had one like it.”
       
       Laura kissed her gleaming black shoulder, running her lips along it up Bonnie’s neck.  “You don’t need one like this.  With the body you’ve got, a bra is just an irrelevance.”
       
       Bonnie grinned, delighted to be so praised.  “You think so?”
       
       Laura nodded.  “I think so.  The first time I saw you, I said to myself ‘I’ve got to have that girl.  God, she’s lovely.  She may not sleep with girls, but I’m sure going to try.’”
       
       “See? You were right to keep trying.”
       
       Now Laura embraced her again and kissed her while unfastening her bra behind her back with the fingers of both hands as they kissed.  “I guess I was.  I didn’t know whether you’d ever give in, though.”
       
       She skimmed the loose straps down Bonnie’s long arms, and Bonnie flung the bra across the room into a chair, her firm naked breasts jiggling only slightly.  She looked down at Laura’s pale hands that quickly scooped them up.  They were perfectly shaped and round and high upswept balls, with medium sized black nipples that were swollen and a little shiny.  
       
       “Look at our skins together,” Bonnie said softly, in wonderment.  “Here . . . take yours off too.”
       
       She helped Laura off with her bra, as Laura had done for her.  Now she put her slim dark hands on Laura’s small naked breasts.  They kissed, holding each other’s breasts, squeezing, kneading.
       
       “Wow,” Bonnie gasped against Laura’s cheek, “this is a lot different than making it with a guy.”
       
       Laura smiled, kissing her again, unable to get enough.  “How do you think?”
       
       “I don’t know.  Slow.  Gentle.  Real exciting.  I like watching our skins together.  I like kissing you . . . and feeling you.  Your body . . . against mine like this.”
       
       “Shall we lie down on the bed?”
       
       “I guess we better if we’re going to go on with this,” Bonnie grinned.
       
       “I love your boobs . . . they’re so beautiful,” Laura murmured as she and Bonnie lay down face to face on the bed.  Laura held the lovely round globes in her hands.  “They’re high . . . like your cheek bones.”
       
       “Guess I’m just high all over,” Bonnie giggled softly.  “Except in the head.  I didn’t even have a sip of that drink.  We just got to . . . doing this . . . so fast.”
       
       Laura kissed her neck and shoulders, dropping her mouth now to Bonnie’s firm little breasts, tonguing and sucking one beautiful nipple.  “I’m drunk on you, I don’t need anything else,” she murmured.
       
       “Ohhhhh.  Mmmmm, that feels good,” Bonnie panted softly.
       
       Laura did not reply but began a full-scale love assault on Bonnie’s delectable breasts.  She held them both in her hands, reluctant to spend attention on one at the expense of the other, and so squeezing them both and moving her hungry mouth from one shiny, saliva-wet black nipple to the other one, sucking them, lip-biting them, stabbing them with her tongue, then sucking them harder, so hard in fact that Bonnie shuddered and rose up off the mattress, keening deep in her throat.
       
       “Unnggeeeee!  Ohmmm! Unggeee!  Oh shit . . . that’s hard!”
       
       “Oh, I’m sorry, honey, is that too hard?” Laura asked, sliding up and kissing her face, very concerned.
       
       Bonnie’s face modulated from a sharp grimace into a smile.  “Oh no.  It kinda felt good.  I just wasn’t expecting it.  Nobody ever did that to me before.”
       
       “Sucked you?”
       
       “Just that hard.”
       
       Laura gave her a contrite smile.  “I get a little carried away.”
       
       Bonnie tittered softly.  “You should feel how wet it made me.  You did that and I started to gushing.”
       
       “Mmmm,” Laura grinned, “guess I better find out.”  She trailed one hand down Bonnie’s silky black body toward her crotch, but Bonnie grabbed it before it could reach its destination.
       
       “Not yet,” she said, charmingly pliant and warm and affectionate.  “Let’s kiss again a little.  And push together, like this.  I like to feel your body against me like this.  And my titties are all wet now.  They’ll stick to yours.”
       
       “I hope they do,” Laura said, embracing her and mashing their naked breasts together, kissing her again passionately.
       
         “What do you call this?” Bonnie said quietly after a while, after more kissing and rubbing.  “You call it fucking?  I mean what we’re doing.  What we’re going to do.  It really ain’t fucking, is it?  Like, I think of fucking as . . . well, you have to have a stiff dick going in and out of you.  Right?”
       
       “Mmmmm, who cares what you call it when it feels so good,” Laura murmured, burying her face in Bonnie’s sweet black neck and running her hands up to her high, firm breasts.  “I want to suck your nipples again and make you pant.”
       
       “You’re already doing that,” Bonnie smiled.  “The panting part.  This feels so great.  Can I suck yours a little?”
       
       “God, you can do anything you want to me, honey.”
       
       Bonnie kissed her way down Laura’s bare shoulder and upper chest to her small, perfect breasts, holding them in her slim dark hands and examining them closely.  “Yours are so . . . beautiful.”
       
       She paused before saying it, as if finding the right word were difficult.  But then she began kissing and sucking one as if she had done it all her life.  Laura relaxed and let the warm, sensual feelings flow through her body.  “You’re good at this,” she whispered, caressing Bonnie’s forehead.
       
       Bonnie grinned up at her.  “Beginner’s luck.  You like it?”
       
       “I love it.  Do it harder.”
       
       “You like it  that way too?”  Bonnie began to suck Laura’s nipples aggressively, as Laura had sucked hers, going back and forth between them, and squeezing Laura’s breasts passionately.
       
       In only a few moments Laura was writhing and mewling.  “Oh Jesus . . . that feels so good!” she panted to Bonnie.  
       
       Her hands flittered over every part of Bonnie’s smooth, naked body that they could reach, then pulled her up so she could kiss her mouth again.  There was no substitute for a deep, searing soul kiss.  
       
       “Whatever you call it, I want to do it!” she panted to Bonnie.  “I want your beautiful pussy.”
       
       Bonnie snickered.  “You all wet and hot too, like me,” she smiled.
       
       “Yes.”
       
       “I guess you’ll have to show me what comes next.  I’ve never done this.”
       
       Laura kissed her nose.  “I think you may have done it in another life.  You’re very good at it.”
       
       “You’re going to make me blush.”
       
       Laura was already devouring her.  Bonnie did not have a body like Nyomi’s or Makeeda’s—few women did; God knows I don’t, Laura thought—but it was nevertheless quite beautiful in its own way, very well-proportioned and sleek and dark and curvaceous, and Laura could not keep her hands or mouth off any of it.  Especially that miracle ass.  Give me that beautiful ass, darling.
       
       She maneuvered Bonnie onto her stomach and began the supremely enjoyable task of making love to this hall of fame bottom.  She knew this was their first time, and Bonnie was proud of her ass but not yet into anal sex, and so her attentions had to be limited to kneading, kissing, gently biting, and other non-invasive caresses, but that was certainly enough for the present, and she spent a good five minutes lavishing an extraordinary amount of skilled lechery on these marvelous twin black moons.
       
       For her part, Bonnie enjoyed every second.  She squirmed and clenched her firm round buns, and panted and giggled and squirmed some more, tensing up only briefly when Laura’s tongue snaked in between the hard bubbles, into the dark secret crease between them, which was extra deep because of the firm  swelling mounds.
       
       “Ooohhhh!  Ooohhhh shit . . . that feels . . . that tickles!  Ummnnggghhh!  Oh shit, it feels good too!”
       
       “You like that?  You want me to stop?”
       
       “Don’t stop!  Unhhhhh!  Oh shit, that feels good.”
       
       “Oh Bonnie, you are so lovely.  I dreamed of this.  I looked at you in the sandwich shop and dreamed of kissing your wonderful ass all over like this.”
       
       “You did?”  Bonnie lifted her cheek off the mattress and looked back over her shoulder at Laura, in disbelief.  “You really did?”
       
       “God, yes.  I wanted to touch you.  I quivered inside with the need to touch you.  I wanted to kiss you all over your body, and especially your beautiful ass.  Like this.”
       
       Bonnie grinned.  She plopped her face down on the sheet again and gyrated her pretty ass suggestively up and back into Laura’s face.  “I never knew,” she said happily.  “I never knew you wanted to do that.”
       
       Laura went on kissing it, but it became harder and harder for her to ignore the sweet, puckered, festering wet pussy just below Bonnie’s curvy black moons.  The wonderful pungent odor alone, the odor of female in heat, was enough to curl her toes and fill her body with sharp lust.  She rolled Bonnie over gently and began to lick it.
       
       “Unh!  Unh!” Bonnie gasped immediately, very aroused by Laura’s passionate attack.  “Oh!  Oh shit!”
       
       It was a beautiful small tight pussy, not at all like Nyomi’s almost extravagantly opulent, floppy-lipped black orchid of a pussy that Laura had lately been hungrily slurping but instead a neat little slot of tight black cunt lips enclosing a fragrant pink trench of glistening wet cunt meat.  Even though it was already puckering, Laura pulled it fully open gently with her thumbs and began tonguing and sucking it with concentrated skill, searching out Bonnie’s little clit under its hood at the top and stabbing it repeatedly with the tip of her tongue.  Bonnie shuddered and moaned.
       
       “Ohhh!  Ohnnnnnnn!”
       
       Laura tongued and sucked her more passionately, now introducing two fingers into the soupy furrow of her pussy, fucking her gently and rhythmically with them, bringing her slowly up to the bursting point.  Bonnie’s sleek, undulating black body was enchanting to her, and when she began to clutch at her own breasts, pulling and squeezing them, Laura knew she was getting closer.  Surprisingly, she noticed that she now had three fingers in Bonnie’s tight little pussy, and they were sliding in and out with ease.
       
       Bonnie had a snug but very wet and slippery pussy, and she seemed to be responding so excitedly to Laura’s probing that Laura was inclined to be even more aggressive.  In seconds she had four fingers, then a wedge of five, in Bonnie’s yielding slit, pushing, rotating, probing, funneling in.  In the beginning she had had not the slightest intention of doing this, but before either of them knew it Laura’s hand was completely inside Bonnie’s tight pussy, and Bonnie was grimacing and wincing and moaning in intense pleasure, as well as disbelief.
       
       “Ahhhnnnnnnn!  Oh!  Unngghhh!  Ahhnnnnn!  Oh . . . shit!”
       
       She looked down, her face contorted in awe and shocking sexual pleasure as she saw Laura’s arm from the wrist up protruding from her distended pussy.  But the sensations were clearly almost too intense to bear.  
       
       “Unnnngghhhhh!”  Her hands rose up over her head to clutch the pillow behind her, and her eyes rolled up.  Her back arched and her lovely breasts swirled.  Her crooked elbows danced in the air above her forehead as she clawed the pillow.  “Unnggghhhh!  Oh!”
       
       Part of Laura wondered if this was going too far.  Fist-fucking a girl, a sweet, natural girl like Bonnie, during their very first moments together in bed, even if they had not planned it, seemed like pushing the envelope.  I shouldn’t be doing this.  I should take my hand out and just suck her and make her come quickly.  Then apologize.
       
       But when she looked into Bonnie’s blazing, beseeching dark eyes, she knew Bonnie did not want her to stop.  Bonnie was becoming more desperate and delirious with need by the second, now slowly gyrating her hips, as if to coax Laura into fist-fucking her more rapidly, more vigorously, instead of just pausing indecisively like this.  
       
       She wants me to go on, Laura realized.  She’s going to come.  She’ll hate me if I stop now.  Oh honey!  I want you to come.  I want you to come so hard!  Your first time with me.  Come hard, okay?  You can come really hard this way.
       
       She kept up a steady, relentless, slow sliding with her hand, sliding it in and out of the tight, slippery crevice, and Bonnie accordingly fell into the slow, demonic, rhythmical gyration of it, now moaning almost constantly, her eyes locked with Laura’s.  Both of them, Laura knew, were beginning to fall into that deep, intimate shared trance that mysteriously often accompanied fist-fucking, as if no more stirring connection were possible between two women, and a life-altering orgasm was about to occur.
       
       And Laura realized that it might.  At first Bonnie settled into the slow rhythm set by Laura’s deliberate thrusting, but before thirty seconds or so she was churning and flexing more urgently, grimacing with need, her moans descending into low, guttural grunts and growls, punctuated by high-pitched whimpering.  It was all so desperately erotic that Laura too found herself yearning and pulsing with the need to come, to finish it, to explode, to merge with Bonnie in a conflagration of shrieking orgasms.
       
       “Unnmmgghhh!  Mmmmnnuuungggg!  Oh!  Auummnngghh!” Bonnie moaned, her lovely black body now glistening with a thin film of sweat as she and Laura both labored toward her fierce final moment. 
       
       At one point she reached up frantically with one hand and gripped Laura behind the neck, pulling Laura’s head down and craning up at the same time to kiss her.  Their mouths met and clashed in heated, clumsy passion, their tongues snaking out, their breath harsh and rapid.  Bonnie gyrated her hips and drove her pussy down on Laura’s hand and wrist, pumping hard, so hard that they could not keep kissing.  
       
       Her hand dropped from behind Laura’s neck to Laura’s forearm, just above where her wrist protruded from Bonnie’s impaled pussy.  With a maniacal, desperate look streaking her dark eyes, she grabbed Laura’s arm hard and bore down with her pubic bone, now not so much pumping but furiously jamming her cunt into Laura’s hand, rocking, surging, gurgling and gasping crazily.  Then, to Laura’s shocked amazement, her fingers dug into the flesh of Laura’s arm and she began pulling Laura’s hand in and out of her pussy almost violently, fucking herself with it almost as if Laura were not attached.
       
       “Nnnngggggg!  Ohhhmmnnggg!  Nuunngggg!”
       
       From here, of course, the end was not far off.  Bonnie groaned, grabbed one delectable swirling breast with her free hand, arched her back, and came in a delirious frenzy.
       
       “AUUNNMMMGGGNNHIIIEEEEEE!  UMMNNGGG!  ANNGGHHH!”
       
       Laura ran her own free hand up to Bonnie’s other breast, cupping and squeezing it while Bonnie’s shuddering body went into sharp convulsions of killing pleasure.  She had known the girl would come hard, indeed had hoped Bonnie would come very hard, and yet the full force of this shocking orgasm overwhelmed her.  And that could not even describe the effect it had on Bonnie, who seemed briefly destroyed by the whole thing, crushed, before stretching and flexing and rolling half onto her side, her arm over her face, which was obscured from Laura’s view, her body still undulating and twitching helplessly through the last devastating spasms of a horrific climax.
       
       Laura’s hand was still inside of Bonnie’s squeezing pussy.  She could still feel the contractions of Bonnie’s waning orgasm.  Bonnie was silently swooning, and Laura did not want to disturb her pleasure, her bliss, which was she reasoned still pretty intense.  But after a few moments she did slowly slide her hand out.  Bonnie was still very well lubricated, and it slid out easily.  Laura wiped it on the edge of the sheet and scooted up to embrace her.
       
       She realized that this was a more shocking initiation into the pleasures of lesbian sex than either had counted on for Bonnie.  She barely responded to Laura’s kisses, but a smile of excruciating, even excoraiting pleasure remained locked on her face.  Laura pushed closer, wildly horny herself, she realized, in great need of a release, and thrilled all over by the feel of Bonnie’s sleek, naked flesh pressing against her own.
       
       “Ohhhhnnnnn!” Bonnie finally emitted another moan, the first sound she had made in minutes, shifting slightly as she felt Laura’s body pressing against her, moving to make it easier, to accept Laura’s pushing.  Her eyelids fluttered open.  “Oh Laura.”
       
       By this time Laura had locked her own thighs almost instinctively around one of Bonnie’s and was slowly but quite desperately rubbing her pussy up and down on the hard muscle.  
       
       “Oh Laura,” Bonnie repeated, her eyes questioning, then falling down to Laura’s crotch rubbing heatedly against her thigh muscle.
       
       “Just . . . hold on . . . for . . . a . . . second . . .” Laura panted to her, biting her lower lip, grimacing, pumping, already feeling the spark ignite, feeling the hot certain explosion hurtling toward its culmination deep inside her body.  “Oh yes! Oh Bonnie . . .”
       
       “Oh Laura.”  Bonnie’s arms encircled her, pulling her even closer, Bonnie’s fingers biting into her flesh.  “Oh Laura . . . yes!”
       
       “Auunngghhmmnniieee!” Laura squealed into her neck, coming quickly and sharply, feeling the honeyfire boil up inside her belly and force her body to clench and judder.
       
       “Oh yes . . . oh yes!” Bonnie panted in sympathy with Laura’s orgasm, clutching her, holding her, until Laura’s sharp quivering began to die away.
       
       The release made Laura giddy.  And wildly happy.  She could not suppress her laughter.  “Well . . . I guess that took care of my problem.”
       
       Bonnie joined in the soft laughter.  “Took care of mine, too.  Shit, I never knew it was even possible to come like that.”
       
       “Oh, you like that, do you?” Laura teased her, now regaining enough of her senses to kiss her again.  “You little pervert.”  She tickled Bonnie’s ribs.  “I usually make my girlfriends wait at least until the second time to get the fist.”
       
       “Then I’m lucky, I guess,” Bonnie said, solemnly.
       
       “I’m kidding!” Laura tickled her again.  “That happened completely by accident.  I didn’t plan it.  It just sort of . . . happened.”
       
       “Then I’m glad it did,” Bonnie beamed.  “I thought I was gonna come forever.”
       
       Laura hugged her tightly, luxuriating in the feel of their naked breasts squashing together.  “I thought you were too.  I was afraid to move.”
       
       They indulged themselves in a long, leisurely, sensual kiss.  Laura’s fingers again could not stay away from Bonnie’s delectable round ass, and she stroked it lovingly but not in any sexually aggressive way, realizing that there would be plenty of time for that.
       
       “I don’t know about you, but fucking makes me hella hungry,” Bonnie finally whispered against her cheek.
       
       Oh god.  Laura’s eyes rolled up playfully.  Another Dawn.  Fuck like a bunny.  Then eat like a goat.  “It makes me hungry for more of your beautiful pussy,” she said, kissing Bonnie’s nose.  “But I guess I’ll have to wait.  I somehow have the feeling you mean that delicious-smelling slum gullion over there on the stove.”
       
       Bonnie nodded, smiling.  “We gotta feed these bodies so they’ll be up to what we put them through afterward.”
       
       “Oooohhhhhh!” Laura giggled, rolling off the bed after Bonnie.  “That sounds like a promise.”
       
       Bonnie flung her a thin little nightshirt from the closet behind the Murphy bed, slipping into a similar one herself.  She actually flirted with Laura as Laura slipped into hers.  “I actually think I could do that again,” she said, shyly.  “You think I’m a sex maniac?”
       
       Laura grabbed her and kissed her again before she could escape to the small kitchen.  “If you are, then I know just the cure.”
       
       Bonnie grew kittenish in her arms, still shy and flirtatious.  “You gonna fist-fuck me again?”
       
       “Only if you want.”
       
       Without answering, Bonnie smiled in a deep, mysterious, and ultimately devastating way.  “Let’s eat.”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS text archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2007.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



