       Laura - Chapter 358
       
       
       
       
       
       While waiting for the elevator outside her office suite, Laura was unexpectedly joined by Frankie’s twin sister Regina.  This was not too surprising since the law offices where Frankie worked occupied the other half of this floor, though Frankie was always so busy that Laura rarely saw her there.  She would usually be in court, or otherwise buried in law briefs.  The last time Regina and Laura had seen each other was months earlier in Frankie’s apartment, when the three of them, much to everybody’s amazement, had ended up in bed together.
       
       She and Regina, though they had shared some scorching sexual moments, had an uneasy relationship, mainly because Regina was a dedicated heterosexual (“Gina loves The Dick,” Frankie’s favorite description of her twin) who still could not get over the fact that Laura had got her into bed; and on top of that, made her enjoy it.  She still could barely manage a smile.
       
       “Hey, Laura.”
       
       “Hi, Gina.”  Laura pronounced it ‘Geeenaaaahhh!’ in an exaggerated and mock friendly way that she knew would get under Regina’s skin.  Gorgeous skin, like Frankie’s.  Both were extremely dark, with smooth, glossy, coal black skin that made Laura’s little clit throb whenever she imagined running her lips over it, which she had done to both of them, Frankie’s scores of times, Regina’s on only two occasions.  
       
       Regina gave her a sour frown.
       
       “Sorry,” Laura immediately apologized.  “Very inappropriate.  Let me start over.  Hi, Gina.  What a pleasant surprise.  Visiting Frankie?”
       
       Regina barely nodded.  “I forgot you work here too.  This is where you met, right?”
       
       “Right in this very spot.  She was going for her interview.”
       
       The elevator came and they both got into it, riding down to the lobby together.  Laura could never get over how different they were, the twins, even though they were identical.  She had always bought into the cliché that identical twins were identically alike, in personality as well as appearance, whereas fraternal twins were not.  Regina and Francine certainly proved this adage wrong.
       
       Frankie was reserved, buttoned down, withdrawn and unsure of herself, shy, demure; though months working at a high-powered law firm had had the effect of making her a little more self-confident and aware of her own singular gifts; and certainly of her physical beauty, which made her the target of all manner of sexual innuendo and invitation.  She wore severely cut business suits of charcoal or dark brown worsted wool, and strongly suppressed whatever small hints of flamboyance she might harbor.  Whereas Gina was style itself: flare and panache, clingy dresses with short skirts (shockingly gorgeous thin model’s legs!) and brightly colored scarves, gold wrist bangles and hoop earrings and swooping hair styles and lots of amazingly sleek black skin showing.  She was sharp and cutting and supremely confident in her manner, and clearly never had been surprised that everyone from A to Z wanted to fuck her brains out.  
       
       Though they looked exactly alike, Laura wondered if two women could be more different.  “So . . .” Laura ventured, as they exited the elevator and walked together toward the street, “Frankie tells me you got the job at the hospital down in . . .”  She groped to remember.
       
       “San Mateo.  Yup.  I did.  Been there a month now.”
       
       They chatted about Regina’s new job and her new apartment, until they reached the corner, where they had to proceed in opposite directions.  Regina fixed Laura with a hard stare.  “You know . . . I kinda think of you now and then.  What we did in Denver.  Remember?”
       
       “You aren’t going to tell me the men down in San Mateo are neglecting you, are you?” Laura asked, leaning closer so that she couldn’t be heard by passersby, close enough to get a pleasant whiff of Regina’s perfume and healthy body scent.  
       
       Regina giggled softly, almost demurely, reminding her briefly of Frankie.  “Afraid not,” she smiled.  “I just thought . . . if you ever get down that way . . .”
       
       “When did you have in mind?” Laura asked, boldly.
       
       “When can you make it?”
       
       They agreed on Friday night.  “Don’t tell Frankie,” Regina said, looking embarrassed to admit that she didn’t want her sister to know.
       
       “My lips are sealed,” Laura grinned.  She wondered whether Regina wanted her ‘baby sister,’ as she called her since Frankie had been born about forty-five seconds after she had, to be kept in the dark because it was inconvenient to have to confess her same-sex cravings, or because she was afraid she would again have to share.  Threeways were so complicated.
       
       She stood on the corner, watching Regina cross Market Street, unable to take her eyes off her fantastic flexing black calves, her willowy body, and her sexy walk, noticing all the men who passed her risk whiplash as they craned their necks and swiveled their heads abruptly to scrutinize her as she walked by.  She wondered from time to time if it would not be better just to forget about Regina since she could already sleep with Frankie, who was equally beautiful and not one-tenth the trouble.  Why get trapped between them as they worked out their little sisterly tensions and jealousies?  There was something dangerous about Regina that Laura felt she could happily do without.  On the other hand, it was hard to ignore a beautiful woman who was pretty much inviting you to fuck her.
       
       By the time she drove down to San Mateo after work on Friday evening, she was even more in a blue funk.  The previous night had been her volunteer night, with Brenda, at the Suicide Hotline.  The young pregnant teenager she had spoken with the previous week had not called back to check in, as Laura had begged her to do.  Brenda had tried to console her but without success.  Laura was deeply worried, and troubled.  They had planned to go back to Brenda’s little bungalow in the Ingleside afterward for some hot fucking, but Laura was not in the mood.  She was brooding about it even now.  And she wasn’t much looking forward to sparring with Regina either, though she couldn’t deny that the sex was drawing her to the woman like a super-charged magnet.  At least, she reasoned, Makeeda would be home for a week on Sunday, after appearing at a club in St. Louis.  This was really Laura’s last chance to play before welcoming her back.
       
       She put her misgivings aside as she knocked on Regina’s apartment door.  She had even brought a bottle of wine as a sort of friendly gesture, and she stood on the step waiting, ambivalent, wondering why she had even come at all, except for being such a horny slut deep down, when she heard, or thought she heard, voices behind the door.  And nervous giggling.  Instead of knocking gently again, she rang the bell.
       
       About thirty seconds went by before Regina opened the door, and then only a crack.  She appeared to be in a state of déshabillé, wearing what might be a loose yellow house coat that gaped open but not enough to reveal her breasts, only lots of her sleek black skin.  She peeked out at Laura.  “Oh god!  Laura!  God, I forgot you were coming!”
       
       Laura was flabbergasted, too shocked to speak.  “I . . .”
       
       At this point Regina opened the crack in the door wider, almost as if she were trying to decide whether to emerge and talk to Laura on the step.  And the widened crack was enough for Laura to look past her shoulder and see a tall, fairly handsome black fellow standing about ten feet behind her.  He was not wearing a shirt.  Laura quickly realized that Regina was not about to invite her in.
       
       “You could’ve called,” she admonished Regina softly.
       
       “I know.”  Regina was contrite.  “I got involved.  I forgot.”
       
       Actually, Laura was furious.  But she sucked her temper down and smiled tightly.  “Next time . . . call.”  Then she turned and left, walking back to her car.  
       
       “Laura . . .” Regina called after her.  “I’m sorry!”
       
       Laura did not acknowledge this apology but got into her car and drove off.  It had been a long time since she had been this steamed.  She also, she realized, was feeling pretty sorry for herself.  She forgot?  She forgot?  That’s how important I am to her?  Some guy shows up, wanting to screw her, and she totally forgets I’m driving twenty-five miles here from Berkeley just so she can blow me off?  The cunt!  
       
       But after a few minutes she calmed down.  It was always easy to get angry with Regina, who seemed so self-involved and arrogantly beautiful that the needs and desires of ordinary mortals never got in the way of her magnificent self-regard.  That’s it, that’s the last time, Laura told herself.  She may be desirable, but I can only put up with so much.  It’s Frankie for me.  She even took a San Francisco off-ramp from the freeway before she got to the Bay Bridge, found a reasonably quiet street, and pulled over to the curb to call Frankie.
       
       Hi, I just got blown off by your damned arrogant shit of a sister! she heard herself saying to Frankie, but only inside her mind.  Instead, she said: “Hi, Frankie!  Oh god, I’m so glad you’re home.  I mean, are you home?”
       
       “Calm down, Laura.  You’re racing,” Frankie laughed gently at her.  “Yes, I’m home.  I’m exhausted.  I was just getting ready to take a bath and then go to sleep.”
       
       “Mmmm . . .” Laura quickly grasped at some way to be winsome, “I’m still in the city.  I’m driving, I’ve got my car.  I’d love to take a bath with you.”  No answer from Frankie.  “I could be there in five minutes.”  Still no answer.  “I could help you wash your back.”
       
       And god, what a back!  What a beautiful, long, black, shiny wet back, all covered with suds and glistening from the bath water.  Laura could feel a little twinge in her pussy as she waited for Frankie to respond.
       
       “Oh god, Laura, I’m so tired.”
       
       “I won’t stay long.  Promise.  I really miss you.”
       
       She knew this might work.  Frankie loved Laura and had even confessed that if it were not for Laura’s serious connection with Makeeda, she, Frankie, might make a bigger deal out of it.
       
       “Okay,” she relented.  “You remember where the visitor parking is?”
       
       “Absolutely.  I’m the one who found that apartment for you, remember?”
       
       Before she hung up, Frankie lowered her voice, as if they could be overheard, though she was alone in her apartment and Laura was alone in her car.  “And bring that thing with you, okay?  You don’t want to have to go back to the car for it.”
       
       “I will.  See you in five.”
       
       “I’ll run the bath.”
       
       Laura had to squeeze her thighs together as she drove up to the Golden Gateway, where Frankie’s apartment was, in order to squelch the sexual throbbings that had suddenly awakened between them.  Who needs that cunt Regina? she thought.  Frankie looks exactly like her and has a sweeter nature.
       
       But when Frankie answered the door, she seemed shockingly weary and unenthusiastic.  Well, it’ll just be my task to pep her up a little bit, Laura thought.  “Hi, Laura,” she said as she let Laura in.  “I hope I don’t fall asleep on you.”  She looked down at the bottle of wine Laura had originally bought for herself and Regina but had now brought upstairs for her and Frankie.  “And that won’t help.  Two sips and it’ll be the Sand Man for me.”
       
       Laura set the wine on the small mail table by the door and took Frankie in her arms.  “I just hate making love to a sleeping person,” she murmured against Frankie’s lips, before they descending into a long, passionate, and searching open-mouthed kiss.  “They’re so lifeless and listless.  But if I have to, I will,” she teased.
       
       Frankie was wearing only a beige bathrobe, a thick terrycloth one with a hood.  She smiled and took Laura’s hand.  “We haven’t had a bath together for a long time.  C’mon.  I’ve got the water all ready for us.”
       
       “I’ll just be a sec,” Laura said, letting Frankie go on ahead to the bathroom while she quickly undressed in the living room.
       
       Frankie was already in the bathtub when Laura got there.  She was of course thrillingly naked, and Laura gawked.  “You’re making me feel like a piece of meat, Laura,” Frankie laughed.  “And you haven’t had anything to eat for days.”
       
       “Sorry,” Laura said, stepping gingerly in behind her, testing the water with one foot.
       
       “You don’t have to be sorry.  I love it.  You look like you’d like to rape me.”
       
       The water was just the right temperature, and Laura climbed in and sat down behind her.  “I’m going to have to practice my false faces,” she said, pressing her lips to Frankie’s wondrous naked back, warm and smooth and very black.  “Mmmm, I do want to rape you.  But only in a loving way, of course.”
       
       “Oh, right.  Like you don’t want to fuck me until I scream.”
       
       They had actually done this several times in the past.  Before Frankie had moved to this new apartment, when she had still been living in the house in Fremont, she and Laura often took baths together after fucking; and before fucking again.  In fact, except for Makeeda, Laura realized, she had bathed with Frankie more than with any other person.
       
       “You promised to wash my back,” Frankie reminded her.  “Not just kiss it, you sex maniac.  You’re trying to get me in the mood to let you fuck me.”
       
       “Mind reader,” Laura snarled softly, pressing Frankie under the shoulder blades with her thumbs in a way she knew would make her jump involuntarily.
       
       Frankie laughed aloud.  “Cut that out!”  The water splashed around them.
       
       But Laura was already passionately kissing the nape of her neck, sweeping Frankie’s hair up with one hand, then kissing the backs of her shoulders.
       
       “Now stop it!” Frankie said in mock anger.  “We’re taking a bath!  We’re not fucking!”
       
       “Oh.  Sorry,” Laura said, playing along, pretending to be contrite.  “I forgot.  You know, you have this beautiful body.  It just makes me—”
       
       “I know what it makes you want to do.”  
       
       By this time Laura had encircled her from behind with her arms and got both hands on Frankie’s delicious little breasts, just enough to fill each palm, her nipples hard as plump berries.  She squeezed the wonderful little balls and lightly pinched Frankie’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.  “I want to suck these,” she murmured against Frankie’s bare shoulder.
       
       “You’ll have to wait,” Frankie giggled.  “There’s only so much room in this little bathtub.  Which, I might add, was made only for one person.  They didn’t know sex orgies were going to go on in here.”
       
       “If you turned around I could suck them.”
       
       Frankie grinned over her shoulder.  “I think you got me to invite you here under false pretenses.  You promised to wash my back, remember?”
       
       Laura nodded crisply.  “That’s right.  I did.  Hand me the soap.”
       
       Laura spent the next few minutes soaping Frankie’s scrumptious back.  It isn’t as if I don’t love doing this, she reminded herself.  This girl has a miracle body.  I could spend hours just looking at it, touching it, soaping it up like this.  Kissing it, after rinsing off the suds.  Like this.  Mmmmmm.
       
       “Oh god . . . that feels so good!” Frankie purred to her, writhing her wet back a little against Laura’s lips and fingers.  “You are getting me in the mood.”  
       
       “Mmmmm, I knew I could.  You are a horny little devil, just like me.”
       
       “Let me turn around,” Frankie said, suddenly lifting herself out of the water and nimbly turning her body to face Laura, then settling back down, maneuvering both of their legs so that they could comfortably kiss.  “See?  Now we can continue.  First let me warm up the water a little.  I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to get out yet.”
       
       She reached behind herself to turn on the faucet again, while Laura bent forward and began sucking her wet black neck.  At the same time, now that they were facing, she slid one hand down under water, quickly finding Frankie’s pussy slit with two fingers, penetrating it and rubbing her clit.
       
       “Unh!  Oh!” Frankie gasped, her head whipping back around, her face seized by a moment of intense pleasure.  “Cut it out, please!  I’m trying to get some more hot water in here!”  
       
       “Sorry.  Couldn’t help myself.”  She bent forward to suck Frankie’s neck again.  “I want to fuck you so much.”
       
       This made Frankie laugh, a happy laugh, happy to be wanted, to be desired.  “You always do,” she laughed.  “Oh god, that feels even better!”
       
       Laura had let her mouth slide down Frankie’s shoulder, down her chest, to one of her delicious little breasts, and was now slowly and sensually devouring it.  As they both knew, Laura loved being able to get Frankie’s small breast almost entirely inside her mouth, so that Frankie’s hard nipple was in deep, tickling her throat; and then she sucked hard, and Frankie whimpered, sometimes yelped.  Then Laura would do the same thing to her other small breast, nearly swallowing it too.  
       
       “Aiiyee!” Frankie yelped.  “Ow!  You suck too hard!”
       
       Laura released the pretty round wet ball of flesh, which made a wet pop as it slipped out of her mouth.  “Sorry.”
       
       Frankie laughed.  She moved her upper body so that her other breast grazed Laura’s lips.  “I love it.  Do the other one the same way.  Make me scream.”
       
       “Oh . . . we can’t do that,” Laura murmured, kissing Frankie’s breast all over and teasing the swelling, wet-shiny black nipple with her tongue.  “What if the neighbors think I’m hurting you?” 
       
       “They’ll probably just be envious.  Haven’t you ever overheard people fucking?  A woman moaning?  A guy grunting?  Doesn’t it just make you hornier than shit?  Oh Laura!” she gasped.  “You better suck that one quick!  You’re making me want to come.”
       
       “Mmmm, good,” Laura said, her last word muffled and garbled as she sucked Frankie’s small wet breast deep into her mouth, making her yelp softly again.
       
       She sucked it for a few minutes, ever harder, and Frankie began to whimper instead of scream.  Again Laura’s hand found her pussy under water.  She slid two fingers into it and began fucking Frankie rhythmically, still sucking her breast too.  
       
       “Ohhhnnnnn . . . mmmmmnnnggggg!” Frankie moaned softly, her head tilting back, eyes shut.  “Oh shit, you’re making me come, Laura.”
       
       She reached down under water with her hand too and found Laura’s pussy with her fingers.  Laura began to pant rapidly and churn her hips a little as she felt Frankie’s fingers penetrate her, felt their wet bodies begin to undulate and flex in sympathy with each other, felt their sexual tempo synchronize and accelerate.  
       
       She let Frankie’s breast finally slip out of her mouth, to make her own fast breathing easier.  “Oh god . . . I think I’m going to come too,” she panted into Frankie’s wet neck.
       
       “Mmmmm . . . come with me,” Frankie panted, her hand moving faster in Laura’s crotch, her fingers plunging in and out of Laura’s excited pussy.  
       
       “Oh yes!  Ungghh!  Oh yes!”
       
       The water was sloshing around them more wildly now, and they were scooting even closer together, rubbing, their hands now moving urgently, their breathing harsh and ragged, their flesh hot and slick and quivering and straining.  
       
       “Kiss me,” Laura gasped.  With her free hand, the one that wasn’t thrusting her fingers in and out of Frankie’s tight, slippery pussy, she pulled Frankie’s face close and mauled her mouth with her own.
       
       “Oh!  Oh!” Frankie whimpered, her teeth clanking against Laura’s, who pulled back a little, fearing they might hurt each other.  
       
       But she too could feel it coming, surging up inside of her.  Coming together was rare enough, but it did happen from time to time, especially when you least expected it.  “Oh . . . honey!  Oh . . . honey!” she gasped to Frankie as she felt the girl’s body begin to quake against her.  
       
       At the same moment, an upwelling of honeyfire filled her own body, and she and Frankie dissolved into wailing convulsions of bliss, surging together, gasping and gurgling, moaning, each one burying her face in the other’s wet neck and coming in groaning spurts of sharp pleasure.
       
       “Annnggghmmmiiieeeee!” Frankie wailed.  “Angghh!  Oh!”
       
       “Mmmnngggiiiee!” Laura shrieked, hearing their intermingled cries echo off the bathroom tiles, feeling the warm water slosh and splash around them as their intertwined bodies twitched and flexed and strained together.
       
       Time really was suspended, Laura felt.  Her wet body was glued to Frankie’s, every inch of it touching hers where their awkward position in the small bathtub made such touching possible.  Frankie did not speak, nor did she lift her head up to remove her face from where it was still buried in Laura’s neck.  Her fingers still bit into Laura’s back, and since she had long fingernails, the sensation began to resemble pain.
       
       “Oh god, I haven’t had an orgasm like that since the last time you were here,” she finally said, softly, slowly raising her head and looking at Laura, bleary-eyed, seeming still stunned.  “When was that?”
       
       “Must’ve been three, four weeks ago,” Laura said gently, kissing her smooth black cheek.  “Darling, you need to ease up a little on the work ethic and make some room for play.”  Though as usual, in her conniving and selfish way, she was not at all upset that Frankie apparently saved up her sexual favors only for her.
       
       “You know black folks have to work twice as hard as white folks do to prove they’re worthy,” Frankie said wearily.  
       
       Laura had heard that from other friends and knew it must be true.  She couldn’t help kissing Frankie all over her face and wet shoulders and slurping the water off her beautiful neck, not wanting this moment to end.  Frankie apparently didn’t either since she kissed Laura back ardently.
       
       “Well . . . all that work deserves a reward,” Laura purred into her throat, squeezing Frankie’s little wet breasts in her hands.  “And I haven’t had near enough of you yet.”
       
       Frankie smiled.  “Water’s getting cold.  We better adjourn to the bed.  You don’t mean to leave without fucking me up my ass, do you?”
       
       “I wouldn’t think of it,” Laura pecked her on her shiny forehead.  “Since I know it makes my baby die of pleasure.”
       
       A sharp tremor of sexual excitement gripped Frankie’s body at these words, surprising both of them.  They both broke into surprised laughter.  “Oh god,” Frankie gasped, “I guess it does!”
       
       They let the water drain out and stood beside the tub, drying each other off with slow, loving thoroughness.  “I love to dry you off,” Laura murmured, kissing her naked body where the towel went, her lips following it.  “I love your body.”
       
       “I love the way you love it,” Frankie smiled.  “Laura loves skinny little nigga girls.”
       
       “Don’t say that,” Laura frowned.  She pecked her forehead.  “But I do love this one.”  Not the other one, though, she reflected silently.  That cunt, your sister.
       
       In the bedroom, Laura took the strap-on dildo and harness from her handbag and began to slip into it, while Frankie pulled down the bed coverings.  She was in a cuddling mood and pulled Laura against her when Laura climbed onto the bed.  She nuzzled Laura with her mouth and nose and chin.  “Why don’t you stay here tonight?  We can cuddle and sleep.  I won’t be so lonely.”
       
       Laura rarely slept overnight with anyone, except Makeeda.  For one thing, there were the cats.  They suffered enough from her preoccupation with pussy.  But of course this night she had already fed them before her fruitless jaunt down to San Mateo.  Just the thought of it almost made her livid again.  For another, she had no change of clothing and would have to go home before work anyway.  But Frankie’s mention of her loneliness came out of the blue, and pinched her heart.  
       
       She drew a consoling tender line with her forefinger under Frankie’s beguiling dark eyes.  “Are you really lonely?”
       
       Frankie nodded, pouting a little, but not a manipulative pout.  A real one.  “It’s one reason why I work so hard.  Then I’m tired.  I sleep.  No time to be lonely.”
       
       Laura embraced her tightly, feeling almost guilty that this pressing of Frankie’s slender, beautiful naked body to hers aroused her terrifically.  There was so much pain in this life.  She knew Frankie, though admittedly lonely, was not suicidal, and yet this plaintive admission reminded Laura of the people she spoke to over the phone at the Hotline; those who were also lonely but contemplating a more drastic way out of the pain than sleep.  The final sleep.  She nuzzled Frankie’s cheek and neck and purred to her.
       
       “I won’t leave until late, how’s that?  I just want to make love to you forever.”
       
       Frankie smiled dreamily and undulated against her, also aroused by the feel of Laura’s body against hers.  “If we could stay like this forever . . . I don’t think I’d ever care to do anything else.  You are good for me, Laura.  I  . . . just hurt when you’re not around.”
       
       “Oh honey.”
       
       Frankie shook her head, as if to clear it, and smiled sadly.  “Don’t.  Don’t feel sorry for me.  I’m fine.”  She took a deep breath.  “I’m sorry for being maudlin and reeking self-pity.”
       
       “You’re not.”  Laura kissed her cheek and stroked her breasts lovingly.  “You’re my angel.”
       
       Frankie frowned playfully.  “This angel wants to get fucked up the pooper.  Not too angelic, right?  I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
       
       “Let me fuck you face to face . . . so I can kiss you?” Laura murmured gently into her neck.
       
       Frankie, who had been coaxed into this act by her ex-husband and had slowly realized that no orgasms could equal the ones she got doing it this way, always preferred the spoon position, with Laura behind her, encircling her body with her arms, cupping her breasts, and kissing the backs of her shoulders while slowly probing and gently pumping her into a killer climax.  She did not like to deviate from a sure thing.  But this time she relented.  She shrugged and smiled.
       
       “Takes two to tango, right?  You don’t have to kiss me.  I already know you don’t love me.”
       
       Laura’s turn to pout.  “I do love you.  Just not in the way you want me to.”
       
       Frankie nodded.  “I know,” she said softly.  “Okay.  Your way this time.  I like kissing.”
       
       She waited patiently while Laura lubricated the purple dildo with baby oil.  Then she rolled onto her back and spread her thighs.  Laura placed a pillow under her rump to elevate her groin a little, then used her two oil-coated fingers to gently probe and open Frankie’s pretty little pinched-tight rosebud.  Staring directly into Laura’s eyes throughout this entire procedure, Frankie’s own dark eyes watered a little at the penetration.
       
       “Mmmm,” she hummed, pressing her lips together.  
       
       Laura smiled lovingly at her and introduced the bulbous head of the dildo into the widened aperture.  Slowly she slid the hard rod in deep.
       
       “Oh!” Frankie gasped in a tiny voice, wincing slightly, her breath catching in her lungs as the long shaft slid up into her body.  “Oh shit!  Every time I forget how long it is.”
       
       With the dildo sunk deep in Frankie’s tight asshole, Laura paused.  This position was for kissing, and she meant to kiss.  She leaned down, so that her own naked breasts brushed Frankie’s, and began to run her tongue all over the girl’s sensual lips, still not moving her hips, letting Frankie absorb the complete sensation of this long, thick shaft filling her back passage.  
       
       Frankie, as she frequently did, began rubbing her own pussy with the fingers of one hand, swirling them over her distended clit, as if to mediate the intense sensations of the shaft cramming her ass with the ones she aroused by doing this.  “Oh!” she whimpered excitedly.  “Oh . . . yes!”  She was murmuring and gasping into Laura’s lips.  Laura had not stopped running her own tongue all over Frankie’s mouth.  Now she was slithering it inside, past her teeth, stabbing Frankie’s tongue with it.
       
       Frankie’s lower body began to move before Laura’s did, a slow, steady churning, which had the effect of making the dildo sink in and then pull out, without Laura’s help.
       
       “Mmmm, I think that must feel good,” Laura purred to her, now kissing her more passionately, stabbing her tongue deep into Frankie’s mouth, sucking her lips.
       
       “Oh . . . god . . . yes!” Frankie sighed.  “Do it . . . just like . . . this.  Oh god, I wish it could go on forever.  Do it slow.  Ungghhh!  Slow . . . slow . . .”
       
       Laura did it as slowly as she could.  She was in no hurry to get this over with anyway.  Too much pleasure for each of them.  I will fuck you this way for an hour, if you want it, honey, she thought.  Only I think I might come myself before an hour’s up.  
       
       She kissed Frankie all over, not just her mouth.  She kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her delicious neck, getting a little damp and sweaty now from her sexual excitement; kissed her round, gleaming black shoulders.  She even dropped her mouth to Frankie’s breasts, but that was harder since she had to pull back a little and it tended to pull the dildo out too far, and then she would have to re-insert it.  But she couldn’t keep her mouth off Frankie’s hard little black nipples.
       
       “Oh god!” Frankie panted, picking up the pace a little after doing it slowly with Laura for a few long lovely minutes.  “I think this is why I like it the other way.  I get so excited this way, and then I do it faster, and then it hurts a little.”
       
       “Am I hurting you?”
       
       “No.  I mean . . . yes.  Maybe a little.  But I love it.  Do it faster.  I can come.  In just a few . . . minutes!  No, seconds.  Do it faster.  Unghh!  Oh shit!  Yes!  Go ahead.  Hard!  I can take it.  Do it hard!”
       
       Laura was not used to doing it ‘hard’ with Frankie.  True, sometimes they got over-aroused and ended up in a spirited tussle.  But mostly Frankie wanted a slow, simmering fuck, culminating in a throbbing mushroom cloud of ecstasy, without a very fierce struggle.  But this time was obviously different.  She was whooping and surging and writhing now under Laura, keening and groaning. 
       
       Laura responded, as always, by giving her what she wanted.  She dropped one hand to the base of the dildo, to hold it steady, and began spearing Frankie’s rectum with it sharply, sinking it in deep, hearing Frankie howl and moan each time it penetrated her, but then whimper and wail with the anticipation of her approaching climax.  
       
       “Awoongg!  Ohngg!  Auunngghhh!  Ummmnnppgghh!  Owwnnnggg!”
       
       Laura pumped her hard while sucking her neck and chasing her lips and sucking them too, pumping hard, knowing it couldn’t take much more of this to ignite the bomb.  And she was right.  Only a few hard, vigorous thrusts were enough to send Frankie over the top.  Her lovely long body clenched, writhing against Laura’s, and chuffing and cawing sounds began to gurgle deep in her lungs as a ferocious orgasm welled up inside of her.
       
       “Anngghhh!  Mnnngggiiiieeee!” she shrieked.  “Unggh!  Mmnngggiiieee!”
       
       Laura stopped doing everything but clutching the delicious, throbbing girl’s flexing body against her own, holding her tight, feeling the deep quaking inside Frankie as the shocks of a huge orgasm rocked her flesh.  
       
       “Oh!  Oh!”  Frankie wailed, long after the first tremors had released her, and a lengthy series of aftershocks continued to ripple through her slim, supple body.
       
       Laura still held her, but used her own elbows for support so that she would not be crushing Frankie under her, and Frankie would be able to regain her breath, which was still ragged and irregular following her climax.  It took some time for her to recover, long than usual.  Laura did not move.  Finally, after a long period, she could feel Frankie breathing almost normally again, and she slowly withdrew the dildo from her ass.
       
       Frankie winced a little, then blinked, looking stricken and pulverized by the experience.  “Wow,” she croaked hoarsely, “I don’t know whether I want to do that again or not.  You get rough when we do it that way.”
       
       Laura was slipping out of the harness and placing the wet, greasy dildo down at the end of the bed, on a folded over section of sheet.  “I beg your pardon,” she said, grinning, gently.  “I just wanted to kiss you.  You were the one who said ‘Do it hard, Laura.  I can take it.’  If I remember rightly.  Maybe we should tape record you next time, so I can use it as evidence in court.”
       
       Frankie grinned sheepishly.  “You’re right,” she said softly.  “I asked for it.”
       
       “And did you come beautifully?  You sure looked beautiful while you were doing it.”
       
       Frankie pulled her down closer and kissed her warmly on the mouth.  “I love you, Laura.  Don’t say anything.  Just let me say it, then we’ll move on.”
       
       “Are you feeling a little less lonely now?”  
       
       Laura didn’t want to go anywhere near the ‘love’ word.  (Shades of Gail.)  She knew her own feelings for Frankie were deeply complex and powerful too.  The contrast between her and her despicable twin sister was stark.  To think I might have been lying in bed with that horrible little twit Gina when I could’ve been doing this, she thought.
       
       “I think I’ll feel worse than ever when you leave,” Frankie confessed.
       
       “Maybe we’re going to have to bring that cat back to keep you company.  Only she’s sort of blended in to our household by now.  And Makeeda renamed her.”
       
       “I’d like to meet her some day,” Frankie said.  “Makeeda, not the cat.  After all, I already know Sammie, even if she now has another name.  I’d like to shake Makeeda’s hand and tell her how lucky she is.”
       
       “Believe me, darling, that might turn out to be more uncomfortable than you think.  I don’t think she’s eager to know much about my extra-curricular life.”
       
       “I don’t blame her.  If you were mine, I’d lock you in the bedroom and make you fuck me like that every night.”
       
       “I thought you said I was too rough.”
       
       Now Frankie shook her head, with disarming candor.  “Perfect.   Only my ass feels like the Marine Corps has been rooting around in there, one by one.”
       
       Laura nuzzled her under the chin.  “Poor baby.  Maybe you’d like a little revenge, eh?”
       
       Frankie began to kiss her and stroke her more aggressively.  She dropped her mouth to one of Laura’s breasts.  “I think I might take you up on that.  Grrrr,” she growled playfully, beginning to swarm all over Laura’s supine body.  “Lie back and let this skinny little nigga girl have her way with you, my love.”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html 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, 1999-2012.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



