                              

     Chapter 261
     
     
     
     
     Laura did feel like she was getting a little old.
Though not yet thirty-that dreadful event would happen in
about six weeks-she was aware that the slang some of her
younger girlfriends used, especially the teenagers, was
alien to her, and their musical tastes too.  When the
Victoria's Secret catalogs arrived in the mail, Stephanie
Seymour was nowhere to be seen in them, and the girls that
were there, though sexy and attractive, seemed somehow
callow, denatured, and remote, as if shot through a gauzy
filter after having composed their perfect faces into masks
of ethereal, impersonal allure.  Definitely not the earthy,
animal sexuality that SS conveyed, raw sensuality veiled in
wispy lace.
     
     Things had changed.  She was moving, and some part of
her old life was coming to an end.  When she permitted
herself to think about it, she could even envision herself
settling down in this new condo with, say, Sara.  Sweet,
sexy Sara.  Laura couldn't think of her without melting, her
heart melting with love, her pussy melting with warm honey,
oozing and pulsing.  Maybe just her, she thought.  And me.
And give up the rest.
     
     Dawn, after all, though she scintillated with magical
sexual electricity for Laura, was too involved in school,
and not very eager, it appeared, to abandon Robert.  Randi
was fickle and flirtatious, apparently willing forever to
play off Rhonda, Laura, and Nate against one another.
Deshona couldn't make up her mind to leave Charles, and used
Laura merely as a safety valve, no matter how much she
enjoyed their times together.
     
     Why not? Laura wondered.  Why not Sara?
     
     She let herself fantasize about it, but on the other
hand she knew she would not like the loss of freedom it
entailed.  What if Jane, for example, should drop by, the
wild and wicked little thing?  With her fantastic,
sculptured black bottom that Laura just died to squeeze and
kiss and suck and probe.  What about darling Charise, who
must be about to deliver her ill-gotten baby, but who was a
treasure to Laura.  The mere thought of her darling Inky
could make her breath quicken.  She could see the girl's
angelic smile in her mind's eye, and see her incredibly
gorgeous, wavy-lipped black pussy too, with its hot wet pink
insides.
     
     And what about all the others?  She shuffled through
them in her mind, all her darlings.  Mavis.  Darling Mavis
with her burning, knowing, fuck-me eyes.  Shavon, who had
become a regular, who loved to squat over Laura's face, grab
the rails in the headstand of the bed, and rub her pussy
hard against Laura's mouth until she came in wild shrieks.
And of course Shontay.  And what if Kim should fly out
again?  What about Jonelle, or Ada?  Yvette?  Cecilia?
     
     Laura had to stop.  You couldn't go on like that.  She
knew the idea of giving them all up for a sweet, simple
domestic existence with only Sara would violate a wildness
in her own nature, and ultimately destroy both her and
Sara's happiness.  Still, when her thoughts returned to
Sara, she could not rule it out.
     
     Sara was unattached, very good-natured, and
phenomenally sexy.  They had spent two more nights together
following their first, and the deep happiness and sexual
pleasure they derived from each other was palpable.  They
were beautifully compatible, Laura realized, and she knew
that Sara felt it too, and that sooner or later this deep
love and profound compatibility would impel them both to
make a choice.
     
     For the present, however, Laura was preoccupied with
moving.  Her escrow had closed, and after some stained
carpeting had been replaced in her new condo, she engaged a
moving company and said goodbye to the Gibsons
(figuratively) and all her memories.  Rhonda and Yvette gave
her a mini-housewarming, but since Laura was having her
period, they engaged in no sex.  This turned out to be fine
with Laura (quel horreur! she thought; that I would turn
down fucking?) since she had already decided that she and
Sara would `consecrate and baptize' her new residence
together, a ceremony she had been anticipating almost since
putting down her deposit.
     
     Sara had seemed to be anticipating it too.  On the
appointed evening, she showed up with not one but two
chilled bottles of champagne, and a short, fat candle that
she called a `love candle,' saying it was guaranteed to burn
for five hours.
     
     "Girl, we are going to burn that candle at both ends,"
she winked as Laura let her in for the first time.
     
     "But two bottles," Laura laughed.  "We won't be able to
find our way to the bedroom."
     
     Sara had an inexhaustible repertoire of funny faces,
and she gave Laura a new one.  "Speak for yourself, Laura.
I haven't ever been here before now, but I think I know
where it is already.  Anyway, we might want to do it in
front of the fireplace."
     
     She nodded at it, though there was as yet no fire
burning.  Laura took the two bottles and the candle from her
and sat them on the floor by the door, unwilling to take a
step away from this delectable woman.  Sara was again
wearing her red wig, which she had told Laura made her
prettier and sexier.  Laura could not disagree, though she
found her wildly sexy anyway.
     
     "In that case, we won't need the candle," she murmured
sexily, taking Sara in her arms.  "I want us to have the
first kiss in this new place . . . right now."
     
     "Be careful," Sara winked again, offering her
impossibly sensual lips.  "You light a fire in me, you may
never get around to lighting one in the fireplace."
     
     Laura's lips brushed Sara's.  "Ask me if I care," she
breathed.
     
     They might have expected the kiss to incinerate them
but their emotions took over, and instead it became a slow,
warm, welcoming, then slowly simmering one, their lips
curving together in agonizingly sweet harmony, their tongues
not frantically stabbing but coiling and stroking in a slow
rhythm of intense feeling.  Near the end of it, Laura
dropped her hands to Sara's firm, substantial ass and dug
her fingers into it through Sara's skirt, making Sara grin
as their lips finally came apart.
     
     "Can't keep your hands off that big booty, can you,"
she cracked softly.
     
     "You melt me inside," Laura whispered.  "I'm all runny
and quivery."
     
     "Not yet," Sara shook her head sensibly.  "No . . . not
yet.  I've got something to show you first."
     
     Now Laura noticed that Sara had also brought something
else, which looked like a coffee table book, snugly grasped
under one arm.  She had not dropped it while they were
kissing, which Laura considered a feat in itself.  She half-
dragged Laura over to the sofa, the same long white sofa
Laura had previously placed in front of the `view' window in
her old apartment, the sofa on which she had seduced so many
lovely women-but never Sara.
     
     Gesturing around the living room of the condo in wonder
as they sat down, Sara waved her hand at the walls, the
carpets, the furniture.  "God, what a great place.  Laura,
you must have a great job to be able to afford all this.
I'm so proud to know you, lady."
     
     Laura put a hand on Sara's knee, bare and shiny where
her skirt had slid up.  Sara playfully brushed it away.  She
looked in the table of contents of the book, then turned to
a specific page.
     
     "Look."  She sat back.  Her large breasts bounced a
little, only fanning Laura's lust further.  "Quit looking at
my titties, you horny devil.  Look at that."  She pointed at
the open book.
     
     It was a photo gallery of supermodels, and staring out
at Laura from the open pages was Stephanie Seymour, nearly
naked, as usual.  In one picture she wore a delicious blue
bikini, and on the facing page she wore a thong and a
champagne lace bra that dipped low.  Her facial expression,
as it often did, seemed like a bright glare of brassy,
unashamed sexual invitation, as if she were beckoning anyone
looking to just try and fuck her and see what they got for
it.
     
     "You see it, don't you?" Sara asked.  "She's you.
You're her.  God, I feel like I'm sleeping with a
supermodel."
     
     Sara was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning.
Laura hardly knew what to make of it.
     
     "You like me because I look like her . . . or you like
her because she looks like me?" Laura asked, tentatively,
feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed.
     
     Sara could see that Laura was uncomfortable, the
opposite, apparently, of what she had expected, and she made
another funny face to ease the tension.
     
     "I don't even know her," she said.  She flipped the
book shut.  "I like you.  I don't even know her."
     
     "I met her once," Laura said, abstracted.  "At a party
in New York.  She hated me for looking like her."
     
     Sara inched herself closer to Laura on the sofa.  She
picked up Laura's hand, which she had earlier brushed off
her knee, and put it back.
     
     "I've had that book for years," she murmured.  "I found
it the other day after you and I were looking through those
old movie books I've got."
     
     Sara was a devote‚ of old movies, and she and Laura had
stayed up late watching them both of their last two times
together.
     
     "Old is right," Laura said, glumly, standing up and
flipping the book closed with one hand.  "She and I are both
ancient history by now."
     
     "Not to me, you're not."  Sara reached up with both out-
stretched arms.  "Come back here."
     
     Not on this sofa, Laura thought.  I've fucked too many
other women on this sofa.  Not you.  You're too special for
that.
     
     "I'm going to get some champagne flutes," she said,
flirtatiously, picking up the bottles and the candle from
the floor by the door where she had left them.  "Then I'll
meet you in the bedroom.  If you can find it."
     
     Sara grinned back, getting to her feet too.  "I don't
know how to play the flute.  Are we going to make music?"
     
     "Mmmm, what do you think."
     
     Sara flirted back.  "I know how to play a few other
things, though."
     
     
     
     
     Laura had the fat candle already lit, and was just
starting to open one of the bottles of champagne, wrapped in
a towel, when Sara finally sauntered almost idly into the
bedroom.  She had kicked off her shoes and was slowly
unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse, behind her neck.
     
     "Hey, Laura, you've got two bedrooms in this place,"
she said, smiling.  "One for me too."  She made another
hysterically funny face.  "Just kidding.  You wouldn't be
able to stand my bad habits."
     
     "Such as?"
     
     "I don't wash between my toes as often as I should."
     
     "Please don't do that," Laura said, indicating Sara's
hand that was still reaching to unbutton her blouse.  "I
want to do that."
     
     Sara flirted.  "What a sweet thing to say.  You really
do like this short little body, don't you."
     
     Laura, momentarily flustered by Sara mentioning, even
jokingly, that the second bedroom was for her, when Laura
had been musing curiously about that very thing for days,
suddenly popped the champagne cork, then caught the small
froth that escaped with the towel.
     
     Sara came over to her.  "You don't have to answer
that."  She extended one finger and got it wet with the
foam, then placed it between those incredibly sensual lips,
sucking it clean.  "Say, you're a pretty good champagne
popper.  You didn't spill hardly a drop.  Don't you love it
when it goes `pop'?  I can feel it way up inside my cunny
when it I hear that."
     
     This time when Laura looked up, their eyes caught and
held in a throbbing closed circuit.  God, we may not even
get to the toast, Laura realized, swallowing.  For some
reason, she felt her desire for Sara become about ten times
hotter than she had ever felt it before.  Her hand even
shook slightly as she set down the bottle and towel on the
bedside table.
     
     The two champagne flutes sat next to it.  She took one
and gave it to Sara, the poured champagne into both of them,
putting the bottle down and picking up the second flute.
     
     "A toast?"
     
     "Let me make the toast."  Sara raised her flute, solemn
for once.  "Here's to the best friend I think I ever had . .
. and her fantastic new place.  May we-"
     
     "Too long," Laura teased, clinking her glass against
Sara, interrupting her.  "I can't wait to get you into bed."
     
     Sara looked at her dreamily.  "I meant it."
     
     "I know you did.  You're embarrassing me with all those
nice words.  Okay, here's my toast . . . much shorter."  She
too made a funny face at Sara.  "I propose that we initiate
this condo by each of us getting what she wants most."  She
leaned closer and clinked Sara's flute with her own.  "You
know, tell me what you want the most."
     
     Sara giggled as they drank.  "You know what I want?"
she said, fetchingly bashful for once.  "I want to get
rammed.  Just seeing that champagne go off like that in your
hands . . . it just made me want to get drilled, know what I
mean?  You ever feel that?"
     
     Laura grinned and nodded.  "Yes."
     
     "Don't you lesbians have those dildo things . . ."  She
stopped.  "Ooops!  God, I said it.  The bad word."  She gave
Laura a mocking moue.  "And I'm one too, aren't I?  It's as
bad as calling yourself a nigger, right?"  She composed her
face carefully, assiduously, into a very serious mode.
"Don't we lesbians have those dildo things.  I mean, don' t
you have some kind of toy you can use to drill me?"
     
     With a mysterious, playful little smile of her own,
Laura set her glass on the table, went over to the new oak
chest of drawers she had bought and opened a drawer.  She
now kept all her toys and implements here instead of under
the bed, though she still had stashed the rope there since
it was too long to fit easily within the drawer.  (She had
actually thought of throwing it out altogether but then
thought, `Oh, you never can tell . . .')
     
     She took out the strap-on dildo that was identical to
the one Rhonda and Yvette had used on her and one another,
the one she had purchased from the web site to which Rhonda
had directed her.  It was, in its way, a beautiful thing,
deep brownish-red like cherry wood, and ringed from top to
bottom by convex ribs, with an extra-bulbous appendage at
the end.  (She closed the drawer quickly so that Sara would
not glimpse the Double Penetrator, which only she and Dawn
had used, feeling that she would never even hint at
employing such a monstrous and exciting device on Sara, at
least not at this early stage in their friendship.)
     
     Sara's eyes widened.  "See, I knew you'd have
something."  She took it from Laura, running her fingers all
over it, down into the shallow valleys between the ridges,
rubbing the bulbous head with her fingertip.  "Ooooeee," she
said softly, "I'll bet this thing can send you into a
parallel universe."
     
     Laura swallowed.  "I think that's the idea," she
murmured, feeling overwhelmed by thrilling sexual hunger for
Sara.
     
     She moved adroitly behind Sara and raised her hands.
Sara had already unbuttoned two buttons, and Laura
unfastened the rest, slowly, very slowly, kissing the dark
brown skin that became available as each button left its
buttonhole.  At the bottom she had to tug the blouse free of
Sara's skirt.  Then she knelt and pressed her lips to the
deep groove of flesh where Sara's spine disappeared below
her belt.
     
     "That tickles," Sara panted softly.
     
     "Do you want me to stop?"
     
     "I'll give you about three hours to stop."
     
     Laura, rising again, let her lips travel up the
increasingly shallower groove of Sara's spine until they
reached Sara's bra strap.  With both hands, she skimmed the
loosened blouse forward so that it drooped from Sara's
shoulders, then slipped down her arms and fell to the floor
at her feet.
     
     Sara did not wear fancy underwear, just plain white
cloth and no lace or erotic dips and curves, but Laura found
her enchanting like this.  I guess I'm just an underwear
fanatic, she thought.
     
     "Seeing you in your underwear really gets me hot," she
confessed, leaning closer again, kissing Sara's
shoulderblades, and then tickling her earlobe with her
tongue.
     
     Sara threw her head back with a throaty laugh, enjoying
Laura's attentions, luxuriating the feel of Laura kissing
her neck.  "Then I better be sure to wear it every time."
     
     "Just so I can take it off," Laura murmured, raising
her fingers to Sara's bra clasp.
     
     Slowly Sara turned to face her, uptilting her mouth.
Laura's mouth caught it eagerly.  She had unfastened the
bra, which now drooped.  Laura took the strap-on dildo out
of Sara's hands and flung it onto the bed.  Then her
fingertips skimmed the limp bra too off Sara's bare
shoulders.
     
     Sara squinted comically and giggled at Laura, now
cupping her naked breasts in both hands, pushing them up
with her palms underneath each full globe.  "Oooo, I hear
them.  `Suck me . . . suck meeeee!'" she giggled, using her
faraway, high-pitched voice.
     
     Laura was usually overcome by the beauty of each
woman's naked breasts, all so differently shaped and
exquisitely lovely, even when they barely existed, like
Jonelle's or Taneesha's.  But she had to wonder if Sara's
weren't really up there at the pinnacle: the most beautiful
she had ever seen, with their firm, oval shape and large,
dark, soft nipples, flecked with bumps.  She brushed her
lips against Sara's cheek, dropping her hands to them,
running her thumbs over the wide, silky nipples.
     
     "I think I hear them too," she whispered.
     
     Cradling the firm globes in her own palms now, she
lowered her face to one luscious breast and ran her tongue
all over Sara's large nipple.  Sara could not prevent a
small gasp of sexual excitement from escaping her lips.
     
     "Hhhhhhh!"
     
     Unable to wait, to tease her longer, Laura sucked the
entire large bulb into her mouth, sucking it in deep, and
lashing it with her tongue at the same time.  She could feel
Sara's body quiver, and her knees weaken.
     
     "Ohhhhh!  Oh god . . . Laura, oh that feels good!  Oh!
I think I'm going to have to sit down . . . you're making my
knees fail."
     
     Laura released her nipple.  "I love your big nipples,"
she murmured, looking up at Sara, her eyes throbbing.  "I
just want to swallow them."
     
     Sara looked quickly over her shoulder.  "God, what a
huge bed.  We gon' romp, girl.  Here, lay me down and suck
the other one.  It's getting jealous."
     
     Laura was already unzipping Sara's skirt and quickly
trying to wriggle out of her own clothes at the same time.
Sara helped, skimming her panties down in a single motion
and kicking them free as Laura shed her own jeans and tore
off her own panties.  She grabbed Laura's hand and pulled
her down on the bed.
     
     "Don't you want to take the bedspread down first?" she
whimpered, her dark eyes swirling and burning.  "And turn
off the light?"
     
     She was right, Laura realized.  The light was still on,
though the candle was burning too.  "I'll get the light . .
. you pull down the spread," she panted, rolling off the bed
and dashing for the switch, hearing Sara behind her rip the
bedspread down to the end of the bed.
     
     They were both giggling happily and excitedly as Laura
rejoined her, now on top of the sheet.
     
     "Laura, you have to get one of those remote control
thingees you can use to shut off the lights from over here,"
Sara laughed as Laura again took both of her breasts in her
hands.  "Now, suck the other one . . . I told you it's
getting jealous."
     
     "Mmmm, I'm not finished with this one yet," Laura said,
devouring the same nipple she had been sucking moments ago,
this time more voraciously than before, causing little
squeaks of pleasure and dismay to rise out of Sara's throat.
     
     Laura continued to mouth-maul Sara luscious breast for
another minute or two, now holding the firm globe in both
hands and squeezing it while she sucked it creatively.  Sara
moaned but made no objection.  She was panting very rapidly
by the time Laura looked up.
     
     "You suck hard, girl," Sara panted, eyes pulsing, mouth
slack.  "Ain't no one every sucked `em that hard, even you.
I think I could come before you even drill me."
     
     "You better not," Laura grinned.
     
     Sara's eyes rolled up as Laura attacked her other
breast in the same passionate way, mauling and sucking it
hungrily.
     
     "Ohhh . . . shit . . . oh yes!" she gasped, her head
falling back.  "You can even bite it a little, if you want."
     
     "Like this?"  Laura bit her large, bulbous nipple
gently, teasingly.
     
     "Ahhnnnnn!  Oh yes!  Unghhh!  Oh yes, Laura . . . oh
yes!  Just a little.  Not hard.  Oh . . . harder!"
     
     Both of them, Laura realized, were becoming wildly
aroused.  In the soft candlelight, Sara's curvaceous,
writhing naked body was infinitely desirable to her.  She
also realized, since this was the first time in her new
place, that Sara's mewling and moaning, which was already
pretty loud, didn't alarm her in the slightest, a feeling
that overjoyed her, leading her even to make Sara yelp a few
times, as if she were exulting in the soundproof privacy
they now had.
     
     "Aiieee!"
     
     Sara lifted her head with effort, looking at Laura, her
dark eyes watering and swirling with sex and disbelief.
     
     "I'm sorry, did I do it too hard?" Laura asked,
actually concerned, having forgotten herself.
     
     For a split second, Sara looked like she did not
understand the question.  Then, she quickly shook her head,
her red bangs sweeping back and forth on her forehead,
mysteriously fanning Laura's lust to an even higher pitch.
     
     "Do the other one," Sara cawed, before her head fell
back again.  "Ohhhh!"
     
     Laura did, moving her hands and lips to Sara's other
breast, sinking her teeth gently, then not so gently, into
the soft-spongy bulb of Sara's marvelously silky black
nipple.  Sara groaned and arched her back.  Her hands
fluttered around Laura's head.
     
     "Ohh!  You better ram me . . . Laura," she panted, semi-
hysterically, overcome by the intense pleasure Laura was
inflicting on her breasts.  "I'm getting pretty close . . .
already."
     
     "Oh, not yet," Laura purred.  "I can't stand to do it
before I lick that pretty pussy."
     
     "You better to get to lickin' quick, then, girl.  I'm
about to go pop."
     
     "If I lick you, will you come?"
     
     "I might."
     
     Still, Laura could not resist.  She had become well-
acquainted with Sara's small, plump, fleshy cunt during the
past few weeks, enchanted still by the small, silvery ring
that dangled sexily from Sara's clitoral hood, the `captive
bead ring,' which Laura now thought of as Sara's `pussy
ring,' since she had no idea how `captive' got into it.
What could that mean, anyway?  But it was a devilishly
wicked little ornament, and she loved flicking it with her
tongue and sometimes tugging it gently with her teeth, just
to tease and excite Sara.
     
     Still twirling Sara's large, damp nipples in her
fingers, she began to kiss her way down the girl's smooth
stomach, when Sara suddenly grabbed Laura's head with both
hands, pulling her up so forcibly that Laura had no choice
but to obey.
     
     "I'm not kidding . . . I'll come," she said, almost
desperately, staring straight into Laura's eyes.  "You can
lick it later.  We've got all night."
     
     Looking into her eyes when they were like this, pulsing
and hot and overflowing with throbbing sex-need and
vulnerability and appeal, made Laura ache with love for her.
She nodded.
     
     Quickly, she disengaged her body long enough to slip
into the strap-on harness.  Even though she was in a hot,
expectant sexual trance, Sara could not suppress a small
smile as she watched the long appendage bobbing and swaying
while Laura fixed it in place.
     
     "Laura, nobody as beautiful as you ever did this to
me," she sighed, almost bashfully, but with a little mockery
of them both too.
     
     Holding the bobbing dildo in one hand, Laura grinned
back and knee-walked across the mattress back to her.  "How
do you want it, my love?"
     
     Sara smiled mysteriously at the word.  They had not
used it between them except in casual, passing jests, like
this, but it was growing in significance each time, as they
both knew.
     
     Sara's voice became thick, clotted with heavy sexual
freight.  "I want it from behind . . . but I can't come that
way.  Only almost.  I can almost get there.  Then turn me
over and really pump me."
     
     She turned over onto her stomach as she was speaking,
and Laura, who could not keep her hands off Sara's warm,
firm brown flesh, was reaching for her even now, caressing
her back and shoulders, running her hands down to Sara's
round, substantial ass, letting her fingers dip under the
bulging moons.
     
     "I'm a miracle worker," she murmured, crawling into
position as Sara elevated her rump a little to make her
shiny, wet, glistening vagina available.  "How do you know
you can't?  I can do anything."
     
     Sara grinned back over her shoulder.  "I'll bet you
can.  But I know my own body.  I can't come that way."
     
     Laura, never one to turn down a challenge, made a
mental note that one day she was going to make Sara come in
this position, if it killed her.  But for the present, she
was throbbing with love for her and wanted to give her
precisely whatever she requested.  Her fingers caressed the
swelling dark brown moons of Sara's ass lovingly, and then,
using one hand, she guided the dildo down and pushed it
slowly into the sopping-wet, splayed crease of Sara's
receptive pussy.
     
     "Uhhhhh!" Sara gasped, almost inaudibly, as the long
shaft slid easily into her.  "Oh yes!"
     
     "Is it too deep?" Laura asked softly, again stroking
Sara's magnificent bottom, digging her fingers into the
jouncy flesh.
     
     Sara shook her head, eyes shut, face transfixed.  "My
pussy looks small . . . but it's pretty deep," she panted.
"I had a guy once with a cock even longer than that one, and
he fucked me like a jackhammer.  Never even hurt."
     
     This was the kind of comment that curdled Laura's guts
when she heard it.  She could feel an instant flame of
jealousy leap up inside her, which was unpleasant as well as
embarrassing, since she knew it mattered little to this
moment what Sara had experienced in the past.  She began,
still holding the dildo with the fingers of one hand, to
push it in and pull it out, gently fucking Sara, letting a
sensual rhythm develop between them, a rhythm of intimacy
and connection and deep, subterranean sensual communication.
I want her to love it, Laura thought, concentrating.  I want
her to love it and . . . oh, forget about anybody else who
ever did this to her.
     
     Ashamed of herself for this weakness, this minor,
flaring jealousy she felt, Laura swept it aside and turned
every bit of her attention solely to Sara, to her luscious,
desirable body, and to the expressions of pure bliss and
sexual transport that passed across her face as Laura
continued to fuck her slowly.
     
     "Ohhnnnn . . ." Sara groaned softly.  "I can feel every
one of those little rings on that cock when you push it in
like that.  Unghhhh!   Oh yes . . . Laura . . . do it slow
like that . . . yes!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Laura leaned forward over her, momentarily pressing her
own dangling, naked breasts into Sara's back, whispering in
her ear.  "I love fucking you like this . . . I love to fuck
you . . ." she breathed.
     
     Sara, her eyes closed, smiled.  "I love it when you
suck me . . . and fuck me," she gasped softly, biting her
lower lip.  Her eyes suddenly opened, and a grin broke out
on her face.  "Hey, I'm a poet!"
     
     Laura kissed the backs of her shoulders, pushing the
red hair of the wig aside and licking the nape of her neck,
which made tremors run through Sara's body.
     
     "Ooooohhhh, that feels good!  You can fuck me a little
harder."
     
     In this position, leaning forward, pressing her own
body down into Sara's back, Laura could bring her other hand
up too, since she could not withdraw the dildo from Sara's
pussy far enough to lose control of it.  Her strokes were
shorter, and they seemed to arouse Sara even more.  She
groaned softly, her eyelids fluttering, and swirled her
groin back into Laura's thrusts.
     
     "Yes . . . unnhhhh!  Oh yes!" she panted, periodically
letting her eyes turn up to Laura's, her lovely face showing
more and more the intense sexual pleasure that was filling
her body.
     
     Now with both hands Laura grabbed the back of her neck
and began to massage it passionately while she gyrated her
hips, pushing the long strap-on cock deeper into Sara's cunt
with each plunging thrust.  Their rhythm had now changed,
but it was still a rhythm, completely felt and understood by
each of them, not a wild, flailing, uncontrolled motion but
instead a fluid, regular rocking that brought their
increasingly urgent bodies together and apart, until, Laura
realized, they were both shaking and keening with a fierce
need that took over their slow rhythm and made it a surging,
moaning fury of hot love.
     
     Sara was sublimely beautiful to Laura as she quivered
and grimaced under her deep-plunging thrusts.  Laura had
been fucked by the same dildo and knew that by now, feeling
these deep thrusts, she would be wincing and yelping, but
Sara was right about the apparent depth of her pussy, and
she did not betray the slightest pain, only a sharp, almost
unendurable pleasure as the dildo pierced deep into her
squirming, rocking body.
     
     Suddenly, she turned her head, opening her eyes, and
looked back over her shoulder at Laura.  "Turn me over!" she
gasped.  "I'm going to come!"
     
     Laura didn't wonder.  The surprise was that she had not
come already.  "Why don't you just go ahead this way . . .
?" she asked softly.
     
     "Turn me over, Laura!  You promised!"
     
     Sara was trying to turn over by herself, throwing Laura
off her back.  Her dark eyes were flaming.  Laura had never
seen her so sexually overwrought and frantic.  Oh god, she
is going to come!  Laura realized.
     
     Unable to resist the shocking force that was pulling
them toward Sara's orgasm, she quickly extracted the dildo
from Sara's pussy and helped her turn over onto her back.
Sara's marvelous breasts rolled and yawed, her huge black
nipples swelling and gleaming, and Laura could not wait to
get her hands and mouth on them again as she nestled between
the girl's spread thighs and quickly slid the wet dildo back
up into her splayed, flowing, red pussy.
     
     "Unghh!" Sara groaned, eyes rolling up.  She reached up
to Laura with both arms.  "Yes!"  Her wild, bloodshot,
pulsing eyes caught Laura's.  "Yes!  Pump me, girl!  Do it
hard!"
     
     Now Laura returned one hand to the wet dildo, grasping
it with her fingers, unwilling to let it slip during the
next few moments.  She knew they would be a wild ride.
Then, having a good grasp of it, she leaned forward,
savaging Sara's mouth with hers, squeezing one of her
luscious breasts with her free hand, and began to fuck her
again with slow, deliberate jabs.
     
     "Oh, god, I love you," she croaked into Sara's neck,
now thrusting and fucking the delicious girl very rapidly
and fiercely, feeling Sara's pelvis almost jump off the
mattress to meet each thrust.
     
     "Unhh!  Unghhh!  Oh . . . oh god Laura . . . ungghhh!"
     
     "Yes . . . yes . . ."
     
     A tiny, keening, distant whimper spewed out of Sara's
constricted throat, sounding like a desperate cry from miles
away.  "Mmmmnnniieeee!"
     
     Then she went silent, and her whole body erupted in
violent convulsions under Laura, thrashing and flipping so
wildly that Laura was nearly thrown off.  The first shocks
of her orgasm were so strong that they knocked the wind out
of her, and her luscious flesh twitched and strained under
Laura's continuing thrusts until the breath began to flow
back into her lungs.  Then, a piercing shriek, like a scream
that had been traveling from the moon and had finally
arrived, filled Laura's bedroom.
     
     "Aiiinnnnnnggiiieeeeeee!  Ohnnnnggg!  Do it . .  .
harder!  Unggh, yes . . . Laura . . . oh yes oh don't stop,
don't stop!" she groaned, grinding her hips up into Laura,
pleading with Laura to keep fucking her, while fresh waves
of orgasmic intensity wrenched her flesh.
     
     Even after it was over-though Laura had no idea how
long it had continued-it was not over, since Sara was
wracked by sharp little spasms of coming as Laura lay on top
of her, cooing, stroking her cheek, kissing her forehead.
She did not dare to move, and any thought of extracting the
strap-on from Sara's still-throbbing pussy was very remote.
Let her enjoy every last instant of it, Laura thought,
feeling, as she sometimes did, that this moment was very
holy.  Especially between the two of us, she reflected.
It's always good for us.
     
     Additionally, she loved the feel of her flesh almost
sticking like glue to Sara's warm, curvaceous body, their
naked breasts mashed together, their arms urgently clutching
each other, even though the most intense spasms were past.
Sara either felt the `holiness' of the moment deeply, as
Laura did, or she was too crushed and satiated to speak, and
a long time went by before either of them broke the silence.
     
     Then Sara stirred, and Laura lifted her head, which had
been burrowing into Sara's neck.  Sara squinted at her.
     
     "See . . . I told you it would be great that way," she
whispered solemnly, still almost speechless, blinking a
little as if to regain her senses.
     
     "I guess you knew what you were talking about."
     
     "Tell me about it.  That one nearly put me in the
grave.  That thing with the ridges is a killer, Laura.  I
think I may never get enough of it."
     
     Laura was about to burst with happiness.  She hugged
Sara joyously.
     
     "Hope I didn't alarm the new neighbors," Sara grinned,
looking around her with mock wariness as Laura finally,
reluctantly, rolled off her body.
     
     Now Laura could gloat.  "Soundproof," she said,
smirking.  "I checked it out before moving in.  I knew you'd
be screaming here in my bed like a murdered maiden when I
got my hands on you."
     
     "A `murdered maiden'?  I guess you're pretty proud of
yourself, aren't you, making me come that way."
     
     Laura was extricating herself from the strap-on, which
looked more comical and obscene than ever as it bobbed and
jerked awkwardly while she slipped out of the harness, the
shaft still all shiny wet with Sara's juices.  She lifted it
to her mouth ostentatiously, extending her tongue as if to
lick it clean, but Sara swatted it out of her hand.
     
     "Come back down here, girl," she said, pulling Laura
down by the hand.
     
     They kissed and tussled for a few minutes, rubbing
their bodies together, elated by this sweet moment and the
knowledge that it was going to go on and on.  Laura was so
happy and vibrating with sexual longings that she wanted to
fuck Sara again, even though they had just finished, and
even though she herself had got no release so far.  Somehow,
the issue didn't seem pressing to her, and it was Sara who
brought it to the surface.
     
     "It's your turn now," she murmured, kissing Laura's
neck and shoulders.  "I think we ought to drink some more of
that champagne before it goes all warm and flat.  So I'm
going to make a toast to you now . . . the one you wouldn't
let me make earlier."
     
     There was still champagne in each flute since they had
quickly become preoccupied with other matters.  They sat up
on the bed, lotus-style, facing one another, and raised
their glasses again, with mock solemnity.
     
     "You're my best friend, Laura," Sara said, suddenly
very serious.  "Here's to you and your dynamite dildo."
     
     Grinning, she clinked her glass gingerly against
Laura's.  Both of them broke into such severe laughter that
they could barely even sip the champagne without choking.
Some of it dribbled down Laura's chin while she was shaking
with laughter.  Sara, putting her own flute back on the
bedside table, rescued Laura's too, then pulled her down
again on the mattress, brushing away the dribbles with her
fingers.
     
     "Look at you . . . can't take you anywhere," she
chided, kissing Laura and sliding her tongue deep into
Laura's mouth.  "You better tell me how you want it, or
you're going to get it any old way I dream up," she
threatened.
     
     Laura kissed her back sensually, mashing her lips into
Sara's full, pillowy mouth.  "Remember how I told you I
loved your thighs?" she murmured, letting one hand drift
down to them, caressing one thick hunk of smooth muscle.
     
     Sara looked down at Laura's hand on her thigh.  They
both looked down at it, enjoying the beautiful contrast of
Laura's pale white fingers against the rich dark mahogany
glow of Sara's skin.
     
     "That's right, the stumps," Sara joked, remembering it.
"The thunder thighs.  I'm glad one of us likes them."
     
     "I adore them," Laura purred, now stroking Sara's firm
thigh sexily, moving her hand to the warm inner flesh,
closer to Sara's pussy.
     
     Flattered, growing more kittenish, Sara batted her
eyelashes sarcastically and moved her thigh up a little.
"Go for it," she murmured, growing instantly more sensual,
caressing Laura's face with her fingertips.  "Just what did
you have in mind?"
     
     "Why don't you let me show you?" Laura murmured,
rolling onto her back and coaxing Sara to straddle one of
Laura's thighs with her own, so that the thigh Laura had
been caressing, was only a few inches from her pussy, which
now throbbed pulsed excitedly in anticipation.
     
     Not since Brandi (and once, she recalled with Kendra)
had Laura felt the desire to rub her pussy against another
woman's naked thigh until she came.  And in truth, she
didn't know why she wanted to do it now.  It was not that
Sara's thighs were exceptionally well-shaped or in any way
different from other thighs.  Some women and girls-Jane, for
instance, or Dawn-had sleek, shapely, hard thighs that were
possibly even more gorgeous that the one she now gazed down
at, feeling the hot pulse of crazy lust beat in her throat.
     
     It seemed she could remember in each minuscule nerve of
her cunt the feel of Brandi's huge, iron-muscled thigh
crunching it into one horrific paroxysm of shattering
pleasure after another, long ago.  It had been a bizarre and
thrilling experience, and she knew it was hardly what she
expected of Sara.  This thigh was no grotesquely beautiful
specimen of muscle, like Brandi's, but instead a solid,
smooth, dark brown column of firm flesh, tapering a little
more than usual at the knee, but healthy and glowing and
delightfully shaped.  And when Laura looked up from it, she
found Sara's delectable oval naked breasts swishing and
dangling above her face, the gleaming black nipples thick
and succulent like swelling plums.
     
     Sara's eyes became heavy-lidded as she looked
questioningly down at Laura.  "I think I may know what you
want," she murmured in a thick voice, murky with sexual
overtones.
     
     Laura lifted her hands to the gorgeous breasts, running
her thumbs across Sara's nipples, slowly closing her own
thighs on the one of Sara's that was between them.
     
     "Then why don't you go ahead and do it," she whispered,
looking into Sara's dark eyes, pulling one luscious breast
toward her open mouth.
     
     Sara grinned, lowering her body, making it easier for
Laura.  "You never get enough of them, do you," she
chuckled.
     
     "Not of these."
     
     "Ohhh!" Sara gasped as Laura again sucked one of the
plump, swollen nipples into her mouth.  "Girl, you better
not do that so hard if you want me to be giving you what you
want."
     
     Laura let the wet nipple slip out of her mouth long
enough to speak.  "I'm going to come so hard," she panted,
"if you just do it and let me suck you like this too."
     
     "Unnhhhh!  Shit . . . we both are," Sara gasped, biting
her lower lip, pushing her wet nipple back into Laura's
lips.
     
     Now that she had Sara's breast in her mouth, Laura let
her hands slide down to her groin.  She pulled her swollen,
inflamed pussy lips open to expose as much of the wet inner
sleeve as possible, trying to expose her clit too, then
again released Sara's nipple momentarily and watched as Sara
brought her thick thigh muscle forward.  Sara grinned down
at her.
     
     "Is this what you want?" she asked softly, smiling
coyly, teasingly, knowing exactly what Laura wanted.
     
     Laura nodded slowly, holding her breath as she felt the
smooth hard muscle suddenly push into the warm, wet,
throbbing groove of her open cunt.
     
     "Oh . . . god!" she gulped, feeling her whole body
suddenly fill with sexual flame.
     
     The smooth, warm skin of Sara's thigh pressed into the
wet pulp of Laura's flooding cunt, and Laura could feel, it
seemed, every micro-inch of it kissing and pushing into her
most intimate being.  Her feelings were not only sexual but
a blissful intermingling of all her deepest emotions for
Sara with an aching need to be consumed by her. In
a remote region of her mind, she now recalled her feelings of
surrender when Brandi had fucked her this way.  It was so
powerful and stirring because, for Laura at least, it
involved a total yielding, and not even the kind of
surrender that being tied up and brutally used-as, for
example, she had done in the past with Karen-could bring,
but instead a pure and almost virginal surrender to
everything that was good in both Sara and herself.
     
     Even though she was close to fainting with pleasure,
she looked up, catching Sara's eye.  "I want you to do it
hard," she gasped.  "Do it hard!"
     
     Sara said nothing, but it was clear from the hot
hypnotic fire flashing in the depths of her dark eyes that
she understood.  Moving her thigh in the splayed crease of
Laura's aching slit for the first time, slowly drawing it up
and down, clenching her thigh muscle, she took Laura's face
in both of her hands, looking at Laura with a kind of deep
emotion Laura had never seen in her eyes before, and bent to
kiss her yet again.
     
     "As hard as you want, love," she whispered, just before
her lips met Laura's.
     
     The pleasure was almost too intense for Laura to bear.
The feel of Sara's naked thigh mashing into her wet pussy
was so different from the way Brandi's had felt that she
could scarcely believe it.  It was just as intense, but
instead of the iron crunch of Brandi's magnificent rock-hard
muscle she felt the smooth, sleek hunk of Sara's thigh slide
up and down in the simmering, burbling trench of her
inflamed vagina, felt herself melting with love and desire,
felt her mind swooning and reeling in a surfeit of throbbing
lust, and knew instantly that this would not last as long as
either of them wished.
     
     Still, they kissed while Sara thigh-fucked her, kissed
in slow but ravenous hunger as their bodies slid
rhythmically together, melding their lips and tongues, Sara
still holding Laura's face in both hands, until the muscle
between Laura's thighs began to drive her into a writhing
urgency she could no longer conceal.  She held Sara's face
too, searing Sara's mouth with her own, but soon panting so
hard that she had to release it, and tear her mouth away
too, just in order to breathe.
     
     "Fuck . . . me," she panted softly, deliriously,
looking up with pleading eyes at Sara's face, now solemn
with purpose, focused in deep concentration.  The excitement
seemed to make the air leave Laura's body, but she summoned
enough breath to get it out.  "Hard!"
     
     Immediately, Sara's eyes seemed to flare up with
sharper hunger, and Laura felt the girl's thigh press into
her more fiercely.
     
     "Unhhhh!" she whimpered.  "Oh yes!"
     
     Sara's hands slid down Laura's neck to her shoulders,
and Laura suddenly realized, as she felt Sara's thigh grind
harder into her flaming pussy, that this gave Sara better
leverage.  Now she could push Laura's body down into her
rising thigh in the same, fluid motion, rocking up, rocking
back, jamming Laura down, crushing Laura's throbbing pussy
with each upward thrust of her thigh, until continuous,
tiny, mewling, nearly hysterical clotted cries began to
escape from Laura's throat.
     
     Even though she could barely see because of the hot
sexual dementia that filled her body and her brain, the
sight of Sara's luscious naked breasts bobbing in the
shadows between them, splashed by the soft dappled light
emitted from the candle on the table beside the bed, Sara's
thick, wide, soft black areolas glimmering and swollen, was
enough to drive Laura even crazier with sharp lust.  She
grabbed for Sara's breasts with her frenzied fingers,
clutching one swinging globe and pulling it toward her lips.
     
     "Let me . . ." she gasped, "let me . . .suck it!"
     
     "Oh yes . . . honey, yes!" Sara panted, eyes, glazed,
now fucking Laura harder and more roughly than ever with her
rising, pumping thigh.
     
     Laura held the luscious, firm globe in the fingers of
both hands and sucked Sara's plump nipple deep into her
mouth, feeling it stiffen even as her tongue swirled over
it, and hearing Sara gurgle excitedly deep in her chest,
feeling her hard thigh jump even more forcibly into Laura's
flooding pussy.  Oh god . . . oh god yes! she thought, her
whole body shaking now as the first shocks of a crushing
orgasm swept through her.
     
     She nearly lost consciousness for a brief second as a
paralyzing wave of coming wrenched her.
     
     "Annghhummnggghh!" she grunted, her eyes rolling up,
her mouth opening in spite of her hunger for Sara's breast
and letting the wet, shiny nipple slide out.
     
     A startling, electrifying stab of excruciating pleasure
shot through her, radiating from her pussy out through her
body in all directions, even to her fingertips, stunning
her, then gripping her in a horrific tremor of fierce
ecstasy.  Her flesh went into helpless convulsions through
which she could still feel the rising, driving force of
Sara's smooth thigh crunching up into her flaming, throbbing
pussy, ramming her, slamming into her groin so fiercely that
Laura's ass rose an inch off the mattress.
     
     As promised, as Laura had begged, Sara was fucking her
hard, still holding Laura's shoulders and jamming Laura's
body down into her rising thigh with each thrust, making
Laura whinny and scream as each successive wave of her
orgasm wracked her.
     
     "Anngghnnmnnnggiiieeee!" Laura cried out, coming
gloriously, completely shattered and destroyed by a
monstrous orgasm, so fierce and long that after a few
moments Sara stopped pumping, cradled Laura's neck in her
arms, and began trying to coax Laura down from this
shattering climax.
     
     "Oh honey . . ." she cooed softly to Laura, tenderly
pushing Laura's hair back from Laura's face with her
fingertips.  "Oh honey . . . ohhhh . . . you all right?"
     
     Tears had leaked from the corners of Laura's tightly-
shut eyes, she realized as she was finally able to open
them.  Sara's face was only about an inch away, and Sara's
soft, sensual, pillowy lips were brushing her cheek, her
forehead.  She had also screamed herself briefly hoarse,
which she heard when she tried to speak.
     
     "I . . ."
     
     "You just wait a minute," Sara murmured, still kissing
her face tenderly.  "You just wait and get your voice back.
You really cleaned out the old pipes there, girl."
     
     Sara, still on top, had embraced her totally, so that
Laura could feel every smooth curve of the girl's body
pressing, it seemed, into hers, and could smell Sara's
delightfully champagne-flavored breath as Sara's mouth came
closer to hers.
     
     "Am I heavy?" she smiled, as Laura again opened her
bleary eyes.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "If you move your thigh, I'll
kill you," she breathed.
     
     Only now did she realize that Sara had clamped her own
thighs onto one of Laura's rather insistently, and was
slowly rubbing against it.  Laura could feel the wet warm
flesh of Sara's pussy sliding against her skin, as well as
the small bite of the pussy ring as it moved too.
     
     "I'm . . . not likely to . . . move it," Sara panted,
her eyes going glassy.
     
     Oh god, she's going to come too! Laura realized.  "Let
me help," she murmured to Sara, sliding her hands down
Sara's back to her wonderful round ass, cupping her buns and
helping her rub her pussy against Laura's thigh.
     
     Sara didn't answer.  She was breathing very hard but
seemed in some sort of happy trance.  Laura could feel
Sara's phenomenal breasts graze hers as the girl pumped in
silence up and down, wheezing slightly, then mewling almost
uncontrollably.  Laura's fingers bit into the ample
resilient flesh of Sara's ass.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh yes!"  Sara whimpered in a distant,
frantic voice.
     
     "Are you close?"
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!  Unhhh!"
     
     Suddenly she slumped forward into Laura, her face
pressing into Laura's neck.  Laura could feel a sharp tremor
in Sara's body, then heard a soft, helpless squeal, which
immediately turned into a helpless bursting bubble of wild
laughter.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn . . . ha ha ha oh shit heee heee unngghhh!
Ha ha ha!"
     
     Sara was coming and laughing almost a the same time, an
exuberant, uncontrollable whoop of mirth and sharp sexual
pleasure all intermingled together as she twitched and
flexed on top of Laura, finally groaning and sighing as the
intense spasms left her.  Laura simply held her, giggling a
little herself, unable to stop it, as she caught some of
Sara's ineffable happiness, which seemed to leak out of
Sara's squirming body and into Laura's pores in some
mysterious way.  They were now both laughing softly,
together.
     
     Then kissing, heatedly, passionately, but lovingly.
     
     Sara finally rolled to the side, still holding Laura
tightly and rolling her onto her side to so that they were
still facing one another.  She was still beaming and
giggling.
     
     "I'm sorry," she apologized, lifting one hand to wipe
away the tears of laughter.  "I didn't mean to laugh.  It
just . . . came out.  I couldn't help it."
     
     "I think it was the release . . . the tension, you
know?  You were concentrating so much on making me come."
Laura smiled, kissing her again, stroking her nice smooth
round ass cheeks.  "I love your ass."
     
     "Uh oh," Sara made a funny face.  "Here we go again.
It might be kind of hard for me to do that with my ass."
     
     They sat up and found that the candle had burnt down
very little and the champagne was still chilled.  They had
been fucking only for about twenty minutes, and yet it
seemed as if hours had passed.  They linked arms and drained
the rest of their champagne flutes while looking deep into
each other's eyes.
     
     "I don't think I've ever felt like this," Sara said,
simply.  "This good."
     
     "Me too," Laura said, drinking her with her eyes.
     
     Sara hopped off the bed to go into Laura's bathroom and
remove her contact lenses.  While rummaging through her
purse for her glasses, she had dropped a small business card
on the floor, which Laura retrieved in order to put it back.
It was a card from the dental office where Sara worked, but
on the back of it was scrawled: `Terrell - 544-1635.'
     
     Laura was instantly flooded with jealousy.  Her face
flamed up in burning anguish, and she could see her hand
shaking.  She didn't know why she had such a startling,
upsetting reaction, but fortunately the blood had drained
somewhat from her face, and her hand was steady by the time
Sara emerged, still deliciously naked, from the bathroom and
saw Laura trying to stuff it awkwardly back into her purse.
     
     "Oh . . . did I drop something?" she asked, innocently.
But even though Laura had recovered, she could not entirely
conceal her distress.  "What's the matter?  You look a
little . . . red, baby."
     
     Laura was furious at herself.  Prying, she thought.
She has a life.  It's none of my business . . . whose phone
number she has.  Maybe Terrell is the guy with the long cock
she mentioned . . .
     
     Sara came over to her.  "Laura?  You okay?"
     
     "Fine," Laura smiled, turning away, trying to skip over
this.
     
     Sara took Laura's chin in her fingers and swiveled
Laura's face back to hers.  "What is it?"
     
     Laura looked at her, forlorn, ashamed, confused, hurt,
but hating herself for being hurt.  "Who's . . . Terrell?"
She pronounced it to rhyme with `peril'.
     
     Slowly, a broad grin spread over Sara's face, a face
Laura had come to adore.  Sara stepped back a little,
cocking her head to one side quizzically, then tick-tocking
it back and forth as she reeled off:
     
     "Keisha, Aiyeesha, Taneesha, Moesha, Latoya, Shatoya,
Shamoomba, Madoomba, SherELL, LonELL, DonELL, TerrELL.  You
better brush up on your niggahnese, Laura.  You mean
TerrELL?"
     
     Laura giggled, embarrassed.  "I like those names."
     
     "You like those names.  Right."
     
     "They're creative.  Better than just Tom and Mary."
     
     Laura remembered Kendra suddenly, who had the same
contempt for these names as Sara clearly did.
     
     Sara raised one eyebrow in playful scorn.  "TerrELL is
my sister Dee Dee's latest boyfriend.  That I know of,
anyway.  Whenever she disappears for two or three days, I
call TerrELL or he calls me, and we go out looking for her."
Sara frowned and glowered, but still half-playfully.  Laura
wondered if she were not happy to find Laura so jealous,
even over nothing.  "That answer your question?"
     
     Laura's face fell.  "I'm . . . sorry."  She crossed the
space Sara had opened between them before launching her
little tirade.  "Forgive me?  I was . . . jealous."
     
     Sara softened.  She took Laura's hand and pulled her
back over to the bed.  They lay down on it together, facing
each other.  Sara's dark eyes almost glowed in the soft
candlelight.  She wriggled her body forward so that her
naked breasts brushed Laura's, then mashed into them more
completely.  Again Laura noticed the champagne aroma of
Sara's breath and knew that her own must smell the same.
     
     "This time," Sara whispered, "I want it to last
forever.  I don't want it to ever stop."
     
     "Me too," Laura whispered back.  "Welcome to my new
house."
     
     "You don't ever have to worry," Sara breathed, her full
lips parting in a clear invitation.  "I don't want anybody
but you, Laura."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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