Laura - Chapter 268

Laura raced to the telephone the moment she got inside the
door at home.  She was going to call Sara at work, but first
she checked her home voice mail.  Surely Sara had left her a
message there, especially after the message Laura had left
on Sara's answering machine the previous evening from
Dallas, after Ada had departed.

And Sara had left a message, the third one in the queue.
Unfortunately, it was not what Laura had hoped for.  Sara
was very somber.  She spoke slowly and very softly.  Her
voice was deep, very unlike her usual voice, and sounded
somehow disembodied, denatured, even wooden.

"Laura . . . I know you won't think it's right to leave you
a message like this," Sara said evenly.  "I've thought about
it, and I'm going to do it anyway.  I don't want to see you.
I don't want either one of us to go through that."  [There
was a pause here while Sara swallowed and composed herself
further.]  "Dee Dee told me about you two.  [Another pause.]
She drinks . . . smokes weed . . . snorts.  I don't know how
you thought she wouldn't spill it sooner or later.  Anyway,
she's jealous of me and likes to hurt me."  [Another
devastating pause, during which Laura could actually hear
her own whimpering, which until now she had been unaware
of.]  "I want you to know I really did love you.  I never
loved anybody so much.  But I don't love you any more.  I
don't want to see you.  Please don't try to see me.  It was
a mistake.  Let's leave it at that.  Don't call."

The cloying, automated whine of the voice mail lady came on
the phone.  "End of message.  To repeat message, press one.
To reply, press two.  To erase-"

Laura was so shattered that it was all she could do just to
get her quivering hand to hang up the phone.  After a few
moments she noticed that her nearly silent moaning and
whimpering had stopped.  The tightness in her chest and
stomach was agonizing.  Silent tears were sliding down her
cheeks, dripping off her chin onto her hands.  Her throat
was so tightly pinched that no sound could escape.  She was
sure she had never felt such intense emotional pain.

For an immensely long time, she sat like this, alone in her
living room, unable to cry, unable to do anything but hurt.
She knew she had brought this on herself.  Her own
recklessness had been the cause.  Dee Dee had tempted her,
but she should have been able to turn away.  No one had ever
meant as much to her as Sara, and she had thrown it away for
a few cheap moments of thrilling sex.

She wanted to talk to her but knew it was impossible.  Also
unwise,  given both Sara's admonitions and her own certainty
that she would simply blubber and grovel and plead and beg
and look altogether as despicable and contemptible as she
felt.  She remembered losing some boy, when she was a
teenager, to a high school rival and feeling a devastating
loss, as though she could not live without him.  This was
the way she felt about Sara.  Only now she was no longer a
teenager, no longer theatrically suffering the sharp though
callow yearnings of adolescence, but a responsible adult who
simply felt like she was going to die of this pain, this
horrible agony of loss.  I love her, she thought bleakly.  I
love her forever.

She cut herself short on this one, not letting her mind
linger on it.  Yes, you love her.  Now you can love her in
her absence.  Don't think about it, at least not right now.
You'll only feel worse.  As if that were possible.

She had arrived home at 3 p.m. and at eight-twenty she
looked at a clock and realized that she had no idea what had
happened in the past five and a half hours.  She was not
hungry.  She was numb.  She looked at her face in the
bathroom mirror and realized that she had been crying,
apparently pretty heavily, but had little memory of it.  Her
throat, however, was sore from the tight sobs.  Now she felt
drained, giddy.  Is it grief that makes you feel this way?
she asked herself.

Again she plotted and had to stop herself.  What would she
do if I just showed up there, on her doorstep?  Like when
she gets home from work?  There I am.  Would she be cruel?
Send me away?  Would she let me in?  Would she listen to my
apologies?

Oh god, I hate myself.  I want her to know how much I hate
myself.  Maybe I should call her and leave her another
message, tell her how much I hate myself.  How sorry I am.
Maybe I should send her a letter.  Maybe I should send her
flowers.  Ha, maybe that's it!  Remember how happy Dawn was
to get those flowers I brought?  Maybe I could send her
something else.  A telegram.  A simple telegram.  'I Love
You.  I Always Will.  I'm So Sorry.  Signed, Laura.'

Oh shit, no, she thought.

I can't do any of that.  Something like that only makes
things worse.  It only hardens her and makes me look
pathetic.  What am I going to do?  I have to do something!

But Laura knew it was hopeless.  She believed Sara when she
said she had truly loved Laura.  They had touched each
other's inner core, and not only sexually.  She knew that
under Sara's joking, happy-go-lucky exterior there was a
flinty, tough, and resilient woman, a rock, a woman one
could actually love and respect and adore, as well as
desire.  This was the woman Laura had offended, and she had
done it not with some stranger or past lover but with Sara's
own feckless but wildly sexy younger sister.

True, time could dissipate pain and anguish and feelings of
rejection, even sexual betrayal.  If Laura had cheated with
someone else, that person would perhaps disappear, die,
move, get hooked up in another relationship.  But every time
Sara looked at Dee Dee-whom she was constantly rescuing from
the consequences of her own worst impulses anyway-she would
see Laura writhing naked with her in bed, grimacing and
screaming with Dee Dee's face between her legs.  You
couldn't go on living with such a vision.

Sara would not forgive it.  Laura knew she never would.
Some things, maybe, but sleeping with Dee Dee, never.  Would
I forgive it?  No.  A thousand times: NO.

Months of alternating between sodden remorse and piercing
grief lay head for her, Laura knew.  Worse, she had to
return to work the following morning as if nothing had
happened, as if she had not been crushed and left bleeding
by this horrible event.  She was in a daze, not having eaten
since Dallas, having got little sleep, her insides feeling
knotted and raw and clenched in the effort to conceal her
pain, even from herself, though it gnawed at her like an
evil, poison worm.

She was staring glassily at her desk top, daydreaming,
abstracted, still vaguely wondering what she could do to set
things right again, when Randi came into her office in the
mid-afternoon.  Laura looked up.  Randi might not have this
effect on everyone, but to Laura-even in this depressed,
abstracted state-the girl was just as vivacious and
ravishing as she had been the first time she had seen her.
Randi could be a mischievous and coy little twit, but with
her sexy long braids swishing around her shoulders and her
beautiful face and tall, supple body, which Laura had so
thoroughly devoured on many occasions, she was eye-candy and
catnip rolled into one.

Laura smiled wanly at her.  There were at least some
consolations in life.  Sex with Randi was as hot as it could
get.  Maybe they could work something out that would take
Laura's mind off Sara.

"Hi there, you gorgeous creature," she said softly, hearing
her voice emerge very husky and sexy.  "Long time no see."

Randi smirked and flirted silently, like a small child with
a secret.  Her lengthy relationship with Laura had given her
deep knowledge of the things about her that aroused Laura's
desire.  In fact, like a few other women Laura knew, Randi
had that talent instinctively and could ignite fires in the
most unsuspecting people, male or female, by a few well
chosen bodily movements.  She also had an enchanting face
that, even now when Laura was down in the dumps, gloomy,
sluggish with lovesick pain, could pierce Laura's heart.

"It's going to be even longer next time," Randi flirted.
"This is my last day.  I came to say goodbye."

This news hit Laura like a ton of bricks.  From feeling a
pleasant, expectant glow (though still tinged by the
ineffable, gnawing sadness she felt from losing Sara) and an
agreeable tingle in her pussy at the prospect of rubbing
flesh with the delectable Randi she was plunged into a
further despair and painful shock.  She knew better than to
expect things to last forever, but she had always
comfortably kept Randi in the back of her mind, especially
since they had developed some space in their relationship
and weren't constantly feeding on each other's body and
emotions, as a friendly and deliciously sexy possibility.
She had felt Randi thought about her now in the same way.

"Laura?"  Randi came over to her desk, leaning down, so much
so that her long, thin braids swished against Laura's
forearm, and Laura could smell her sweet, warm breath.  She
was enjoying every second of Laura's dismay.  "Are you
okay?"

"I . . . I'm okay," Laura muttered, shaking the confusion
out of her brain.  "Last day?  Are you kidding?"

Randi looked down at her.  To look into her eyes, Laura's
gaze had to travel up her body, across her jutting breasts,
which was the way she had planned it.  Laura loved those
breasts.  Randi knew it.  Her eyes were flickering a
message: Don't you wish you could have them again?  Don't
you wish you could just rip this blouse off?

Smirking with self-satisfaction and sexual allure, Randi
stepped back a little.  "I'm moving back to North Carolina.
You knew I was from there, didn't you?  I'm going back.  I
got a job in Charlotte.  At a bank.  They're giving me a
better job than this one."  She tossed her head arrogantly,
fetchingly, her braids swinging around her lovely neck.
"Won't have to work for that stuck-up cunt Shontay Gibson
any more, either."  She winked salaciously at Laura.  "Maybe
when I'm gone you can suck her little Neegro pussy for her
and get her to lighten up a little bit, eh?"  But then she
sneered with contempt.  "On second thought, it probably
looks and smells like a rotten old prune.  Not a sweet
little black snatch like the one Laura is dying to slurp,
right?"  She looked down at her own crotch suggestively,
baiting Laura.

Laura blushed.  At the same time, she realized that two big
tears were rolling down her cheeks.  She had cried so much
in the past eighteen hours or so that she had thought there
was no water left in her.

"Oh, Laura, that's so sweet," Randi purred, leaning down
again.  "Are you crying because you'll miss me?"

"Oh god, yes.  I will," Laura blurted out, meaning each
word.

The combination of losing Sara, and now Randi, was
converging inside her chest into a huge, horrible wail of
pain.  It was all she could do not to let it escape.  Her
shoulders were even shuddering with incipient sobs, but she
stiffened her muscles with a ferocious act of will and got
them under control.

"Gee," Randi said, "I didn't think you'd take it so hard.
You been screwing that dwarf so often lately that I thought
you forgot completely about me."

'That dwarf' was Randi's cutting description of Deshona, for
whom she had long felt a fierce rivalry.

Laura sniffled.  "Why North Carolina?" she asked, reaching
for a kleenex.

"I just told you.  I'm from there.  I was raised there.  I
have a girl friend who works in a big bank.  Charlotte is
becoming sort of a banking capital, you know.  She offered
me this job."

"What about Nate?"

"What about him?" Randi said, waving her hand as if he were
an afterthought.  She leaned closer, whispering now in
Laura's ear, rubbing Laura's shoulder with one of her firm
breasts.  "Between you and me, he never was as good as you
anyway."  She glanced down at the carpet next to Laura's
desk.  "Remember the time we were doing it right there when
the dwarf came in and caught us?"

Laura rolled her eyes, laughing.  "What is this, a trip down
Memory Lane?"<BR>

Randi pouted playfully.  "Bet you never bopped her in your
office."

Laura gave her a half-grin and shook her head.  "God, I will
miss you so much," she said softly.

Randi continued to smirk and angle her long, curvaceous body
in provocative poses for Laura, her hips tilted forward.
"Sure you don't want to give me a going away party?"

"I'm likely to get us both fired if you don't try to be a
little less tempting," Laura confessed.

"Correction," Randi grinned.  "You can get fired.  I am
history.  They can kiss my pretty little black ass around
here, Rhonda Reardon included."

Laura could not help feeling both terrible and sexually
stimulated at the exact same moment.  Her bad feelings grew
out of her realization that she was so vulnerable to this
kind of temptation, and something very similar had occurred
with Dee Dee, which had led to her losing Sara.  The
circumstances had been different, but this warm, hungry,
sensual feeling that was spreading throughout her body as
she bantered with Randi was exactly the way she had felt
when trying to resist Dee Dee.  She had failed then.  The
consequences had been disastrous.

Of course, there were no consequences for giving in now.
She could not resist Randi either, and she desperately
needed to forget, even if only for a few hours, the mess she
had made with Dee Dee and Sara.

"I . . . I," she stammered, shuffling papers on her desk.
"I . . . just came back from Dallas . . . so I really have
to work the rest of the day.  How about tonight?  When are
you leaving for Charlotte?"

Randi tilted her head.  She was rarely hard to get, but she
now enjoyed toying with Laura.  "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to give you a going away present."

Randi walked over to the window and looked out,
ostentatiously, showing Laura the smooth curve of her
delicious rump under her skirt, and the long, smooth,
shapely black calves of her legs.  She looked coyly back
over her shoulder, swishing her braids in a way that she
knew made Laura's pussy ooze and flutter.

"Will I like it?"

"You've always liked it in the past," Laura whispered,
holding her gaze.

"I'm not flying to Charlotte until Tuesday," Randi whispered
back.  She walked back to Laura's desk.  "I don't know where
you live now.  You moved."

Laura wrote the address and a simplified map on a memo pad
and tore off the sheet for Randi.  "Six?" she said.

Randi leaned down again, very close, whispering in Laura's
ear.  "You know, we won't see each other for a very long
time after this.  I hope it's a very good present."

Then, before Laura could respond, she left the office, her
beautiful ass swaying as she walked away.  Laura could tell
that Randi was very conscious of Laura's eyes on it.

Oh dear, Laura suddenly thought.  What if Sara should have
second thoughts?  What if she should show up unexpectedly
while Randi and I are fucking?  What if she just sits out
front in her car and sees her arriving, or leaving?   Oh
god, I can't go through with this!

But this, Laura knew in the back of her mind, was insane.
There would be no second thoughts.  Sara was not going to
reconsider.  Still, the thought of killing her chances
twice, even in fantasy, had a way of deflating all her
exciting expectations of a torrid evening in bed with this
delectable girl, whom she could never accuse of being
lukewarm.  Randi was an enthusiastic and ardent lover, and
Laura tried to remember that as she again fought the
relentless demons of her depression.

But by the time Randi was out of sight, Laura could feel the
sadness returning, seeping into her mind and her body,
filling her pores, dragging her down.

Yesterday's kisses are still on my lips,
I had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips.

Now all is gone, gone is the rapture that filled my heart,
Gone with the wind, the gladness that thrilled my heart . .
.

She hummed this song all afternoon, as she worked.  She
could not kick it.  Daydreaming, looking out the window, she
saw not Randi's supple, desirable body, but Sara's face, her
sensual, pillowy lips, her limpid black eyes, flickering
with deep humor, alternating with fiery scorn.

Just like a flame, love burned brightly then became
An empty smoke dream that was gone with the wind . . .


Laura wanted to speak to her, speak to this . . . wraith,
this specter, this beautiful fantasy face.  She suddenly
realized why people usually exacerbated these kinds of
problems, instead of backing off, or easing up.  The urge to
communicate was too fierce, too implacable.  You had to say
something.  I have to say something to her.  I have to tell
her how sorry I am, at least.  I have to let her know how
hurt I am, too.

But it was only vanity, Laura realized.  The urge to
communicate was very intense, but fundamentally, she
understood, it was only her own vanity pushing her to get
relief, to say 'I'm sorry,' 'I love you so much,' 'Please
forgive me,' 'I could kill myself for hurting you,' et
cetera.  Vanity.  Self-regard.  Guilt relief.  Just forget
it, Laura, she told herself.  If you were Sara, you'd just
be waiting for such an opportunity.  Kill this love twice,
just to make sure it's really dead.

Randi arrived at Laura's condo at five minutes to six.
Laura had only been home ten minutes herself, sorting
through the mail, hoping for a phone message from Sara, even
if it were a brutal and dismissive one.  There was no
message.

The second she saw Randi, letting her in the door, she felt
the flood of sadness mixed with urgent sexual desire return.
Randi could see something troubling in Laura's eyes.

"You okay, girl?" she whispered.  "You look a little green."

"I . . . I'm fine.  Just so glad to see you."

Randi's eyes twinkled.  "If you're so glad to see me, how
come I haven't heard from you in a month?  You and that wild
woman friend of yours come over and fuck the shit out of me,
then you don't even call back.  At work, you're always
locked up in some meeting.  I don't think you're going to
miss me at all," Randi pouted.

"Oh, but I am," Laura purred, embracing her, running her
hands up and down Randi's long body as she kissed her very
slowly and thoroughly.

Randi kissed back.  She slithered her tongue into Laura's
mouth, exploring the under-flesh of Laura's lips, then
inviting Laura's tongue back into her own mouth, sucking it
playfully.

"I love the way you kiss," she murmured to Laura, her
eyelids heavy, her sensual lips wet and parted.  "Nobody
kisses like Laura."

"I want to kiss every inch of your body," Laura purred.

Randi laughed.  She grew coquettish.  "You want to put your
hand in my pussy, you bitch?"

"I didn't say that."

Now Randi pouted.  "You don't want to?  And pull my hair?
And tie up my pretty titties.  And do me with that thing Kim
raped me with?"

"Whoa, now," Laura stopped her, putting one finger up to
Randi's luscious lips.  "Aren't we getting a little ahead of
ourselves?"

Randi grinned.  "Maybe.  But I want it.  What's the chance
I'm going to get that again, back in North Carolina?  Answer
me.  Ain't gonna trust nobody to do that but you, Laura.
Guess you'll have to come visit."  Her eyes twinkled.  "If
you aren't going to come and visit me, then you have to do
it now."

Laura twirled several long strands of Randi's braids in her
fingers, acting like she was thinking it over.  "I really
turned you into a nasty little devil, didn't I."

Randi smirked.  "Yes."  She nodded.  "You did.  Now . . .
take me in that bedroom and do something I'll never forget."

They had already shared moments that neither would ever
forget, but Laura, still suffering inwardly from the
lingering, gnawing, painful emotions of her loss, was more
inclined than ever to recreate some of those moments with
Randi.  Anything to take this pain away, she thought.

She kissed Randi's smooth dark cheek, then the edge of her
jaw, then her earlobe, breathing into her ear.  "I'm going
to fuck you so well you'll be sorry you ever decided to
leave," she whispered.

Randi threw back her head and laughed, exposing all of her
delicious throat to Laura's lips.  "Promises, promises," she
laughed.  Then she stopped laughing and looked seriously at
Laura.  "Promise me, now.  The whole thing.  No holding
back."

Already her dark eyes were dancing with fires of sexual
excitement, and Laura knew hers must be too.

"You know I never hold back, darling," Laura smiled, taking
her hand and pulling her in the direction of the bedroom.

Randi, following Laura down the hall, had her blouse off by
the time they reached the bedroom, and when Laura turned and
saw her half-naked upper body, all smooth and dark and sleek
and gleaming slightly in the dim light of the bedroom, the
white straps of her bra vividly etched against the marvelous
black velvet of her skin, she was quickly overcome by sharp
physical hunger.

"God, you are so beautiful.  How am I going to be able to
live without you?"

"Why Laura," Randi said sarcastically, tilting her head
quizzically, her dark eyes flashing with provocative glints.
"I do believe you say that to all the black girls you get in
here.  We all know you just interested in our pretty black
pussies."

"Mmmm, you have the prettiest," Laura murmured, grabbing her
hand again and pulling her close.

Randi smiled warmly, changing the mood abruptly.  "You know,
it's great to be alone with you like this," she whispered.
"It was fun with your friend, that wild woman, but I like
this better.  Just us.  Just kissing and teasing.  I brought
you something.  It's my going away present to you."

Laura pouted.  "I'm the one who's supposed to be giving you
something."

Randi's eyes flickered.  "You are going to give me
something.  Did you forget?"

She went to her purse, which she had tossed onto the bedside
chair along with her blouse, and came up with a pair of fur
lined handcuffs, dangling them in front of Laura's face.
Laura felt an instant hot flush spread quickly throughout
her body.  She smiled.

"You're even a worse pervert than me, girl," she murmured to
Randi, taking them out of Randi's extended hand.

Randi rubbed one wrist playfully with the fingers of her
other hand.  "Those other ones you got really hurt my
wrists."

Laura ran her fingertip along the fur that completely line
the inside of each cuff.  "Well . . . I guess you won't have
that problem with these," she winked.  She tossed them on
the bed and grabbed Randi's hand again, pulling her close
once more.  "I want you naked."  She kissed Randi's
shoulders, each side, next to the bra straps.  "I want to
kiss every inch of your body."

She let her lips travel down Randi's smooth chest to the
valley between her breasts, still covered by the white bra.
"Ooohhh . . . Laura . . . that tickles!" Randi shivered.
"What happened to the red underwear?  You know how it lights
my fire."
"You don't need anything to light your fire, Laura.  Just
breathe on Laura a little and she wants to fuck, right?"
Laura slid her tongue into the crease between Randi's
breasts.  "When you're in the room I go up in flames," she
purred.
Randi, pleased by Laura's feverish ardor, reached behind her
back to unfasten her bra.  "I never knew anyone as crazy
about this body as you are, Laura," she breathed, panting
softly now.  "I don't know what I'm going to do without you
either."
Laura's lips crawled back up to Randi's smooth black neck
and she began to suck it.  Giggling, Randi squirmed free.
"Cut it out, girl!  You're giving me a hickey."
Her bra, now loose, collapsed and slid down her arms,
exposing her delectable breasts, which swayed delightfully
as Laura kept trying to suck her neck.  Laura raised her
hands to cup them and caught some of the bra fabric in her
fingers as well.  She pushed it aside and gently but
passionately clipped Randi's large, soft black nipples with
her fingers.
   "I'll give you such a hickey that people will think you
got a new tattoo," Laura murmured, sucking harder.

Randi giggled and tried to escape again.  "I already do have
a new tattoo," she laughed, wriggling away from Laura, her
bra now falling to the floor, her enchanting naked breasts
jiggling.  "Look."

She dipped one shoulder and pivoted her body slightly so
that Laura could see the swirly black rose just above her
shoulder blade.

"Oh my god . . . too much ink on this beautiful body," Laura
said, quoting Nate, who-Randi had once told her-had said
this about her first tattoo, the ankh.

But she instantly bent forward, before Randi could again
dodge away, and licked it, following her tongue with hot
kisses.  Randi paused to let Laura get her fill.  She moved
her shoulder a little under Laura's lips.

"I want to kiss your rose . . . and your ankh . . . and your-
"

"What else?" Randi interrupted her, panting harder now, her
black  eyes pulsing with sex.

Now Laura was kissing up from the tattoo, over the top of
Randi's shoulder, back down her smooth chest.  She cradled
both of Randi's exquisitely shaped oval breasts in her
palms, kissing the upper slopes.

"I'm going to take your big, juicy clit between my lips and
make you beg me to suck it," Laura whispered, looking up
from under her heavy eyelids, panting herself too by now.

Randi looked down at her breasts in Laura's hands, waiting
for Laura's lips to reach one of her nipples.   "Go get that
rope," she panted.

Laura ignored her.

"Laura . . . go get that rope of yours," Randi said, a
little more urgently, taking Laura's head in both hands but
not jerking or twisting it, letting Laura's lips continue to
move inevitably toward one of her gleaming, thick black
nipples.

Laura looked up at her and shook her head.  She was half
tempted to give in, since Randi clearly wanted it, but she
had done her best in recent months to steer clear of the
rougher aspects of sex that she had indulged in with a few
of her friends.  Once or twice she and Randi had engaged in
a little bondage, and Randi had experienced thrilling
climaxes.  Ever since then she had wanted Laura to repeat
it, while Laura had been trying her best to be good, to
restrain these darker impulses, to avoid the kind of
depraved masochism and sadistic pleasures she and Karen, or
Earlene, had often shared.

Moreover, the whole thing with Sara made her want to avoid
it even more.  True, Sara was not really uppermost in her
mind at the moment, which was exactly why she had invited
Randi over.  But even though it was finished, there had been
something about their relationship that was supremely
wholesome; healthy, honest, sweet, and pure.  No
perversions, no degenerate prurience or twisted sexual needs
on either part.  Not that they wouldn't have got more
adventurous later, Laura realized, if the relationship had
lasted.  I know I couldn't have resisted tasting that
beautiful ass for long, she thought.

"Why not?" Randi intruded on her thoughts, her brow

furrowing.

"I . . . stored it away when I moved here."

"Where?"

"In the . . . garage."

"Liar.  I didn't see any garages out there.  You don't have
a garage, just a parking space."


"I mean . . . you know, I rented a storage garage and stored
some extra things in it," Laura lied, since the rope was
still in the drawer with all the other toys.  God, now I
can't let her see the drawer, she thought.


Randi's face fell.  "You can't be serious."


To distract her, Laura now opened her mouth and sucked one
of Randi's big, soft nipples into it, laving it with her
tongue, slowly drawing the large bulb deep into her warm,
wet mouth.  Randi's eyes rolled up and she quivered.


"Oh god.  Nobody ever made me feel this way by sucking my
boob except you, Laura.  Ohhnnnnnn . . . god, that feels
good!  You really know how to do that."

"I really know how to do it to the other one, too," Laura
grinned, moving her mouth across Randi's breasts.

But Randi stopped her.  "Get undressed.  Let's get in the
bed.  I can't wait."

Laura raised her mouth to Randi's and kissed her hungrily.
"It's been too long, hasn't it."

"Yes!  Here, take this off."

She began unfastening Laura's clothes, while Laura just as
eagerly began tearing at hers.  The only problem was that
Randi was already half-naked, and Laura had trouble keeping
her hands off her bare, smooth flesh as well.  In just a few
seconds Laura was down to her underwear and had Randi's
skirt off.  She slid her hands under Randi's panties,
clutching one firm moon of Randi's ass in each palm.

"I thought you wanted me to do all that stuff," she
laughingly panted as she squeezed Randi's wonderful bottom.

Randi pulled one of Laura's bra straps off her shoulder,
then the other, tugging down Laura's bra and sliding her own
mouth down to Laura's naked breasts.

"I do," Randi laughed too, "but you don't have the rope.  I
wanted you to tie up my titties and squeeze them and suck
them and bite them.  When you did that once I thought I was
going to die, I came so hard.  I never came that hard before
or since."

Randi's words, while she was busily licking and sucking
Laura's own breasts, sent a hot, thrilling sizzle through
Laura's pussy.  It didn't sound so bad to her, from the way
Randi put it.  In fact, it was pretty arousing.  She was
almost sorry she had lied about the rope.  What would a
little light bondage hurt, especially if Randi craved it?

Laura pulled away from her long enough to shed her own
panties and finish unfastening her bra.  Randi skimmed her
panties down her legs too.  Now they were completely naked.
Somehow being naked altered their rhythm, and instead of
hopping eagerly onto the bed together, they modulated into a
slow, sensual dance, coming together in a romantic embrace,
their naked breasts touching, swishing together, then
mashing together as their mouths met and their hands began
exploring.

They kissed hungrily for a long time, tongues intertwining,
sucking each other's lips, until they were both panting and
squirming together.

"Do you really want to do that?" Laura whispered, tentative,
embarrassed.  "You know . . . with the rope?"

Randi pulled back a little, glowering, but still sexy and
playful.  "See!  I knew you were lying.  You are such a
liar, Laura.  I can see right through you.  Now, where is
it?"

Laura looked down at the floor, in both a teasing and
shamefaced mood at the same time.  "I . . . can get it."

Randi tapped her foot ostentatiously, grinning at Laura.
"I'm waiting, girl."

Laura raised her hands to Randi's naked breasts, cradling
each luscious globe in her palms, running her thumbs lightly
across Randi's large, gleaming black nipples.  "They are so
beautiful.  Are you sure you don't just want me to . . . you
know, caress them . . . and kiss them . . . and lick them .
. . like this?  Instead of that awful-"

"I'm waiting, Laura!"  Randi looked down at Laura's fingers
and lips on her breasts.  She lowered her voice, which was
now more smoky and thick.  "I'm waiting."

Laura looked up.  She released Randi's breasts and, feigning
reluctance, though she knew she too was dying to do it, she
moved across the room to the bureau and pulled open the
drawer.  It had been a long time since she had used the
rope.  In fact, she could not even remember how long.  It
lay in the bottom of the drawer, under all the other toys.

The sight of the Double Penetrator instantly reminded her of
Dee Dee, which in turn reminded her of Sara, and she had to
make a supreme effort to drive both thoughts quickly out of
her mind, lest they ruin the sweet and scintillating moment
she and Randi had created here.  She skimmed the other
things aside and grasped the bristly coils in her hand,
taking it out and closing the drawer.  This was not a nylon
or velvet rope but was made of rough, bristly hemp and felt
harsh against the skin.  Laura and Karen, in their days of
most perverted masochism, had acquired it precisely for
these features, but Randi had felt it before, as she was
making abundantly clear, and was not deterred.

Randi took the rope from Laura's hand as Laura approached
the bed.  She looked at it with fascination, running one
finger along the rough hemp.

"God, it's as evil as I remembered," she said softly, awed.

"Sure you really want it?"

Randi's dark eyes were glassy with sexual excitement.  "You
aren't going to do it real tight, are you?"

"Only as tight as you want, darling," Laura purred with
playful menace, pushing her gently down onto the bed and
taking back the rope.

"Wait," Randi stopped her.  "Get the handcuffs.  And get
that strap-on thingee."

Laura looked at her meaningfully.  "You want the whole nine
yards, eh?"

Randi nodded.  Her voice, when she replied to Laura, was
faint and clotted, thick and labored with sexual fever.  "I
told you . . . I'll never be able to do this again."

Laura pushed her down on her back, kissing her bare
shoulders and her neck again, caressing her cheek with her
fingers.  "I might have to make a trip to Charlotte, if it
means so much to you," she teased softly, sucking Randi's
full lower lip.

Randi was single-minded.  "Get the old handcuffs too," she
panted.  "I have an idea."

"What."

"You fasten one ring to the chain on the fur ones, then the
other one to the bed post.  That way I can lay further down
here on the bed instead of rubbing my hands against the head
of the bed."

 A slow smile spread over Laura's face.  "You've been giving
this a lot of thought."

Randi positively twinkled with pleasure.  "Lately, when Nate
is fucking me, I keep thinking of us doing this."

Now Laura was beaming too.  "Really."

Randi nodded.  "Shit, it makes me come almost immediately .
. . no matter what he's doing."

"I'm not surprised," Laura listened, smoothly moving across
the room again to the drawer to retrieve the old handcuffs
and the strap-on dildo.

"Sometimes I even come again, just thinking of it again.
Nate thinks he's suddenly become this super-lover and gets
all proud of his cock.  Making me come two or three times in
a row.  He don't know it's really you."

Laura rejoined her on the bed.  "I'm so flattered," she
purred.

With a sultry look deep into Randi's eyes, she reached down
to the end of the bed and grasped the new, fur-lined
handcuffs.  Next, she kissed Randi's mouth in a long, slow,
wet, sensual manner, distracting her so much that Randi
barely knew what was happening until one of the cuffs
snapped shut on one of her wrists.  But the sound of the
metal locking was startling to them both.

Randi's eyes suddenly flashed with fear and excitement.
"Oh," she exclaimed softly, almost uncontrollably.

Laura nibbled Randi's lower lip suggestively.  "Give me your
other wrist," she murmured, as sexy-menacing as she could
be.

Obediently, eyes wide and shiny, Randi, falling into the
game along with Laura, acting as if she were being
disciplined, raised her other arm, offering her wrist.  Very
slowly, as if to enjoy each micro-second of this loving
imprisonment, Laura opened the fur-lined shackle to receive
Randi's shapely dark brown wrist, then pushed the metal
together again until it locked with an audible click.  Randi
chewed her lip, the one Laura had been nibbling.

"I'm very wet," she whispered to Laura, barely moving her
lips, her dark eyes swirling with hot lust.  "Very."

"Me too," Laura grinned.  "Now lie back."

Following Randi's suggestion, Laura quickly fastened one
ring of the old handcuffs to the chain between the ones
imprisoning Randi's wrists, then snapped the other one to
the corner bedpost.  Randi's arms were stretched now above
her body, pulling up her lovely breasts slightly, and her
smooth black stomach dipped between the protruding cambers
of her ribcage on either side.  Her collarbones were
contorted upwards too, and her whole torso was somehow
alluringly distorted by this unnatural position, which
somehow aroused Laura's sexual hunger fiercely.

"You want to fuck me," Randi smiled salaciously,
seductively.  "I can see it in your eyes."

"I always want to," Laura breathed.

Randi's dark eyes burned as she intently watched Laura
fishing around with one hand on the sheet below their bodies
for the coils of rope.

"Not too tight," she said softly.

"How tight?"

"I'll tell you when."  Randi paused, looking at Laura
meaningfully.  "You've had it done to you, haven't you?"

Laura nodded slowly.  "A long time ago."

"Then you know.  You know how it feels.  There's a second,
just an instant, when it's just right . . . and I can feel
my whole body suddenly . . . I don't know how to describe
it, like it just comes alive . . . with some hot juice, some
electrical current, though it's really not a shock or
anything like that.  More like a thick, spreading syrup that
suddenly fills your body.  And when it happens . . . god, I
nearly lose it."

Laura nodded, remembering the sensation herself.  It was a
fatal moment, when you felt that.  You might do anything to
achieve sexual release, suffer anything, initiate anything.
It was a kind of abyss that one didn't dare gaze into very
often.

But Randi wanted to stare into it right now, and she
squirmed impatiently while Laura untangled the rope coils.
Laura carefully looped a strand of rope around one of
Randi's luscious breasts.  Then she looped it again, so that
Randi's naked breast was entrapped by two coils.  Randi
watched intently, barely breathing.

"Pull it tighter," she panted softly.

Laura did as she was asked, but very slowly.  "I don't want
to leave marks," she whispered, feeling her own throat swell
up as a result of her own lust.

"Don't worry about it," Randi panted.  "They'll go away."

"If it's too tight, you won't get that feeling you want,"
Laura warned.

"I'm almost getting it right now."

Laura pulled the rope coils a little tighter, watching
Randi's large silky black nipple swell and puff up and begin
to gleam, then turn shiny as it grew tauter.  She glanced up
to see Randi's dark eyes streaked by silvery, liquid fires
of sexual arousal.

"That's enough," Randi gasped softly.  "Do the other one."

"Are you okay?" Laura asked before continuing.

"God, yes."

Laura didn't know why this was so exciting, but she had
experienced it herself in the past, as she had acknowledged
to Randi moments ago, and she did know how your body could
absolutely go up in flames if it was done right.  Randi was
already quivering, breathing hard, biting her full lower
lip, as Laura looped the rope loosely around her other
lovely breast.

Since she had not knotted it anywhere yet, she had to keep
holding the first coils with one hand to make sure they did
not loosen.

"You . . . do this pretty well, Laura," Randi panted,
trembling slightly as she watched.

"I want to suck them," Laura murmured, voicing her deepest
need at the moment, which was not to follow Randi's wishes
but her own.

"Wait!" Randi gasped, not loudly, but very firmly.  "Don't
do it yet.  I'll . . . I'll go off, Laura."

"Okay, okay," Laura said, softly.

She looped another coil of rope around Randi's other breast,
then slowly pulled both coils tighter, hearing a deep chuff
and gurgle in Randi's throat as the sexual excitement almost
overcame her.  But she quickly regained control.

"Do you feel it yet?" Laura asked.

Randi shook her head.  "No.  Almost."

"You'll have to lean up a little bit.  I have to run the
rope around your back to make it stay in place."

With Laura's help, Randi lifted her torso off the mattress
so that Laura could slip the strands of rope under her,
crossing them, then pulling them out the opposite sides.
Now she drew them over Randi's bare shoulders and looped
each one once more around Randi's breasts, then knotted them
between the imprisoned globes.

Randi's mouth was slack and her eyes pulsing.  "I don't know
if I can make it any further," she panted.  "I . . . I'm
dying for it, Laura."

"You, my darling, are going to make it all the way," Laura
purred.

She bent her head down and began licking Randi's gleaming,
swollen, black nipples, but very carefully, knowing how
aroused Randi already was.  Laura knew that only a little
more tension on the rope would bring the girl to that
precipice she was seeking, and she knew exactly how to
accomplish it.

"Hhhhh!" Randi gasped, tossing her head wildly, looking down
at Laura's clever tongue on her wet, shiny black nipples.
"Hhhhhh!  Oh . . . oh shit, Laura!  Unhhhh!"

"Mmmm, wouldn't you like me to suck them real hard?" Laura
teased.

"Oh god, yes!  Unhhhhh!"

Randi squirmed and panted, her hips jumping and twisting,
her long body flexing and arching uncontrollably.  Laura
trailed one of her hands down the girl's smooth, dark flesh
to her crotch, running two fingers through the tight,
glistening black curls of Randi's pubic patch, just above
her gaping, festering pussy.

"Put the rope there . . . put the rope there!" Randi
suddenly gasped.  "Like you did that one time.  In my pussy.
Remember?  Oh shit . . . I just came apart.  Oh god, Laura,
do it!"

But Laura slowly shook her head.  "I have other plans for
your sweet pussy, my darling," she purred, letting two
fingers slip even lower, until her fingertips grazed Randi's
large, swollen, wet clit, which was very exposed now,
bulbous and hard.

Randi flinched.  "Ahhh!"

She knew how Laura loved her clit, the biggest, ripest,
juiciest one Laura had ever seen.  It was also very
sensitive, and Laura knew that to reach the objective they
were both aiming for she would have to treat it with
extraordinary care.  But she could not resist the desire to
touch it with her tongue.

"I want it," she whispered, smiling, nipping one of Randi's
bulging, wet, black nipples with her teeth.  "I want your
clit in my mouth."

In spite of her frantic arousal, Randi could not suppress a
giggle as she looked down at her nipple between Laura's
gleaming white teeth.  "If you do, I'll come," she warned.
"If you touch it . . . I'll come."

"Mmmm, that's the point, isn't it?"

"Pull the rope tighter," Randi gasped, her head falling
back.

"Everything in good time," Laura purred, now kissing Randi's
smooth, flat stomach where it sloped between the protruding
sides of her ribcage.  "I'm going to make you wait."

"Oh . . . oh!  Laura . . . you're sick!" Randi gasped,
twisting under Laura's descending lips.  "If you touch my
clittie, I'll explode!"

"Oh . . . not yet," Laura murmured.  "Not yet."

Laura very much enjoyed prolonging the sweet agony, which
she had not taken the opportunity to do for a long time now.
She loved to toy with Randi, to torment her with sweet,
probing caresses, to make her whimper and squirm and beg for
release.  Like Laura herself, Randi could come pretty
easily, pretty quickly, and it was doubly hard to hold it
off, and doubly challenging.  Laura loved bringing her to
the edge, then drawing back, then slowly bringing her there
again, until the sexual tension in Randi's body was so
severe that she was quivering with pent-up need, cawing,
twisting, begging Laura, her body undulating and flexing.

She was not there yet, but Laura also knew it wouldn't take
much to get her there.  Finally, she reached Randi's groin
with her lips, skirting the shiny black puff of pubic hair,
flicking the tender inner flesh of Randi's delicious thighs
with the tip of her tongue, inhaling the thick, pungent
odors of Randi's aroused pussy.  It was not a perfectly
shaped little slit like some but instead a juicy, meaty,
fleshy cunt, large and gaping, and at the moment runny and
slick with flowing nectars, deep purplish-red inside.

Laura was intimately acquainted with Randi's thick, swollen,
delectable cunt, having passionately explored every inch of
it on countless occasions, but each time she came close to
it like this, she wanted absolutely to bury her face in it.
The thought that Randi would be living across the continent
soon made her desire even more urgent, and she had to exert
maximum self-discipline to refrain from gobbling this
glistening, splayed black pussy hungrily, throwing caution
to the winds.  Randi would erupt in horrific spasms in only
seconds if Laura gave in to this desire, she knew.

"Oh yes . . .  oh yes!" Randi was whimpering, squirming, her
hips churning already, dying for it.

Avoiding the large, grape-sized bulb at the top of Randi's
cunt-it was already springing out and up from its hood,
stiffish and tumid, like a tiny erect penis-Laura began
running the tip of her tongue up and down Randi's wet vulva
in a slow, sensual circuit.  At the same time, she slipped
one finger up into the crack between Randi's buns, finding
the girl's tight little anus with her fingertip, then
caressing it.  She had no intention of penetrating her here
yet but knew that just the hint of it would send a
delightfully intense mix of sensations through Randi's
straining body, feelings that would intermingle with those
caused by Laura's clever tongue on her vulva to turn her
instantly to hot jelly.

"Ungghhh!" Randi suddenly cried out, quivering sharply, then
falling back into a more gentle undulation.  "Oh god . . .
Laura!  Unghhhhh!"

"Careful . . . careful," Laura teased, immediately backing
off, realizing that she had come very close to triggering
Randi's orgasm.

"Oh god, you bitch, make me come!" Randi gasped, her words
sounding angry but her tone of voice pleading, imploring.

"All in good time," Laura purred, again rubbing Randi's anus
with her fingertip, encircling Randi's bulbous, swollen clit
with her tongue but not touching it, making Randi crave to
feel Laura's tongue on it.  "I want to drink a little of
this sweet pussy juice."

"Oh god!"

Now Laura's tongue moved from the swollen edges into the
wet, fiery pit of Randi's gaping pussy, slithering between
the lips and deep into Randi's streaming slit.  She could
taste the warm, tangy juices and smeared her lips with them,
licking and sucking, but doing it all very gently,
carefully, forever vigilant, intent on keeping Randi from
coming until the proper moment.

"Ohhhnnnn!" Randi moaned, her pelvis churning, trying to jam
her pussy hard up into Laura's face.  "You better fuck me,
girl!  Make me come.  I'm dying!"

Laura realized that it was never going to last as long as
she wanted to.  I could keep this up for hours, she thought.
Slowly, she drew her tongue up the creamy, darkly pink
trench of Randi's large, fleshy pussy to the top.  Do I
dare? she wondered.  Will she pop if I touch it?  God, what
a gorgeous huge clit.  I can't keep my tongue off it.

Slowly, very slowly, she risked pushing the flat part of her
wet tongue against Randi's large, distended clitoris,
feeling the full, oval berry nestle in the groove that ran
down the center of her tongue.  Instantly, Randi's body
seized up.

"Unhhh!" she let out a semi-hysterical groan.

Laura did not move.  Slowly, Randi's body relaxed again.
Oh, I love the feel of her clit in my mouth, Laura thought.
I've got to have it.  Again working ever so slowly, she drew
the taut, bulbous berry between her lips, feeling Randi's
flesh quiver and strain.  I can't suck it, Laura thought.  I
want to suck it, I want her to explode, but I can't.  I have
to wait.  Maybe later.

Instead, she held the throbbing bundle of nerves motionless
in her mouth for a few seconds, then reluctantly released
it, sliding two fingers into Randi's greasy quim and kissing
the sleek muscles of her thighs, as if to distract her from
the sensations that were centering relentlessly in her
tormented clit.

"Oh . . . ungghhh . . . oh god . . . oh Laura . . ." Randi
panted, twisting, looking down at her breasts jutting up
from the coils of rope.  "You promised . . . you promised,"
her eyes begged Laura.  "You promised . . . that feeling . .
. just a little tighter . . . please!"

"Yes . . . yes," Laura purred to her.  "You'll get what you
want.  I promise."

Laura knew the point at which it didn't pay to prolong the
teasing any more, and she knew they had reached it.  If I
whispered in her ear for her to come, she probably would
come, Laura thought.  I just love seeing her this crazy for
it.

Carefully, she slid two more fingers into the squinchy,

oozing channel, then her thumb, nestled in the cup provided

by the fingers.  Now she pushed her whole hand slowly but

relentlessly up into Randi's pussy, feeling it slow down

when the upper knuckles reached Randi's stretched pussy

lips, then pushing only a little harder until the whole

thing slipped inside.

"Ummnngghhff!" Randi grunted softly.

Her eyes watered as she looked down at Laura.

"You like that?" Laura smiled up at her.

"Oh shit."

Again Laura held very still, fearing Randi would come
abruptly, too soon.  Let her get used to it, she thought.
Her hand was buried up to the wrist in Randi's glistening
cunt, and Randi was quivering and whimpering uncontrollably.
Still, at the same time Laura could feel, as she always did
during this act, the solemn intensity of deep emotion
enveloping them both, the stirring physical intimacy that
accompanied sliding your hand up into a beautiful woman's
pussy, the hot, throbbing, magnetic moment that linked you
both in a single radiating nerve of incipient ecstasy.

"Oh . . . Laura," Randi sighed, her dark, throbbing eyes now
locked with Laura's.  "Pull . . . the rope . . . tighter,"
she gasped, almost inaudibly, her eyes rolling up.
"Please."

"Yes," Laura whispered.  "Yes yes."

"Don't you have a gag?  I'm going to scream."

Laura smiled.  "Go ahead and scream.  I love it when you
scream."

Laura began to move her hand, slowly, patiently, carefully.
Randi's inner pussy walls had expanded enough by now for
Laura to make a loose fist, and as she rotated her hand in
the squinchy, greasy, tight depths of Randi's cunt, her
knuckles running across the spongy flesh making Randi wince
with pleasure, and mewl excitedly.

"Oh god!  I'm going to scream!"

"Go ahead and scream."

Randi's eyelids fluttered open, though her face was torn in
a grimace of excruciating sexual pleasure.  "You never
wanted me to scream before."

"I want you to scream now," Laura smiled, twisting her fist,
now pumping Randi a little harder.

Randi was already straining and flexing, her arms extended
above her head, her wrists securely shackled by the
handcuffs, her entire sleek naked body undulating rapidly,
her lovely face torn and contorted by the fierce sensations
she was experiencing.   Some may not have thought it a
beautiful face-some people are blind, too, Laura thought-but
to Laura Randi's face had always been exquisite enough to
pierce her heart with its beauty.  Seeing it now, all
distorted in a sweet agony of pleasure, was so sharply
arousing to Laura that she thought she too might come just
from the overheated intensity of this moment.

"Ohhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, twisting, her breasts
swelling, her shiny black nipples flaring, in the coils of
rope that were wrapped around them.

Laura knew the end was near.  Randi was barely aware what
Laura was doing as she took the two strands of bristly rope
that dangled from the knot and drew them up and around
Randi's neck, in back of it, then down to her shoulder.
This way one sharp pull would increase the
upward pressure on the coils entrapping Randi's
luscious, swollen breasts. In an instant she
would receive the final tightness she was
craving, the trigger, the moment when your body
threatened to explode in a gusher of
thermonuclear fury, and she would come like a
nest of firecrackers hit by a flame thrower.

Now Randi was grunting maniacally and fucking
down on Laura's fist, a crazed, demented
expression of sexual need contorting her
beautiful feature, her mouth slack, her eyes
streaked by liquid fire.

"Unnhhhh . . . unhhhh!" she grunted, "ohhhhh .

. . oh Laura . . ."

"Yes."

"Fuck me harder."

"Yes."

"Oh god, it's so good!  It's . . . ungghhh!  It's
never this good with anybody else!  Ungghh!  Oh
shit!  Oh!  Oh . . . I think it's . . . it's
almost . . ."


"Yes, honey.  Yes, honey."


"Do it HARD!  Oh god, Laura!"


Laura did fuck her a little harder now, thrusting
her fist in deeper, twisting it, but she really
did not unleash any fierce fuck-attack because it
was clear Randi didn't need it.  Nothing would
stop her from blowing sky high any second.


Instead, Laura reached up and grabbed the two
strands of rope with her free hand, letting the
full connection she had with Randi's striving
body and Randi had with hers seep into every pore
of her being, feeling her deepest core vibrate
right along with Randi's seething, clenching
spasms as the girl rose to the moment of her
complete sexual immolation. When she began to
pull on the rope, Randi's frantic eyes suddenly
caught hers, and Laura glimpsed the deep
recognition in them, the affirmation that the
moment she had been seeking had arrived.


"Oh YES!  UNNGGHHH!" Randi groaned.


There was a split second of almost suspended
animation for
both of them, when they were both caught briefly
in a freezeframe of Randi's impending ecstasy,
immobile, paralyzed, poised on the edge.  And
then everything poured forth.

"Annnnggghiiiieeeee!" Randi cried out, completely
pulverized by the most horrific orgasm Laura had
ever seen her have.

Paradoxically, it seemed to start slowly, first
throttling her and stunning her with its impact,
then giving way to a flood of wrenching spasms
and an outpouring of strangled cries.

"Unnggmmmhnnngggiiiaaaiieeeee!" she wailed,
surging off the bed, her body suddenly alive with
three times the strength
it usually had, her thighs clenching, her wrists
yanking painfully at the fur-lined handcuffs,
her toes curling so dramatically that Laura was
worried she might have a foot cramp.  "Auungghh!
Ungghhh!  Oh . . . oh oh . . .
annnnggghiiiieeeee!"

It was a shattering moment for them both.  Not
only was it just about the sharpest, most
intense orgasm Laura had ever seen Randi have,
but it also lasted very long, and even when
it was finished Randi seemed completely
obliterated by it.

"Are you okay?" Laura finally murmured to her,
untying the knot between her breasts, loosening
the coils.

While doing this, she couldn't keep herself from
caressing the freed globes, and running her
tongue over Randi's big silky nipples, having
wanted to do it desperately earlier, when the
urgency of Randi's need had prevented it.  Randi
wriggled and gasped.

"God . . . Laura!  You're going to make me want
it all over again!"

Laura buried her face between these delectable
breasts that she so enjoyed love-mauling.  She
looked up at Randi.  "I think I'm next in line."

Randi gave her a sardonic grin.  "I can't do
very much with my hands like this," she cracked,
letting her eyes rise to her wrists, still in
the handcuffs.

Ordinarily Randi would reply with some tart
remark at a moment like this, when Laura asked
if she were okay, but this time her eyes were
limpid and pulsing with love and gratitude, and
she treated Laura with great tenderness. When
Laura had released her, Randi wrapped her arms
around Laura's body and mashed her naked breasts
into Laura's, kissing Laura enthusiastically.

"Maybe I shouldn't move away after all," she
purred, almost
sounding as if she meant it.  "You are the best,
Laura.  You did just what I asked."

"Of course I did.  I want you to remember me,"
Laura teased.

Randi nipped Laura's earlobe, and intentionally
swished her braids in Laura's face.  "Tell you
what.  You give me two more of those, I'll never
forget you."

"I don't know if you can survive two more."

Randi frowned playfully.  "Sure be fun trying,
though."  She pulled Laura down on the mattress,
kissing her again, dropping one hand to Laura's
crotch.  "Woooeeee . . . you are wet, girl!"

Laura turned sultry and very seductive.  "Wet
for you," she murmured in a husky, hungry voice,
twirling a few of Randi's sexy braids in her
fingers.  "What are you going to do about it?"

Randi gave her a salacious grin.  "I'm going to
stick this long tongue . . ."  She extended her
wet, pink tongue suggestively beyond her sensual
lips, wiggling the tip of it, toward Laura's
nose.  It was indeed very long.  ". . . right
into the middle of all that wet," she said,
finishing the sentence.

Laura could feel the pulse leap in her neck, and
a hot, fervent fluttering started deep inside
her pussy.  Of course fucking any lovely
creature made her wet and horny, especially when
they ended up fist-fucking and throbbing
together in that hot, mystical trance that
accompanied it. But Randi's face was a needle of
the heart to her, too, and she suddenly felt
like she might just melt away with lust at
the sight of Randi's wet, naked tongue wriggling
suggestively in front of her like that, and
Randi avowing that she was now going to eat
Laura's tingling, aching pussy.

Oh god, I'm going to come quicker than she did!
Laura realized.   "I . . . can't wait," she
panted, barely able to get out the words, her
breath was coming so fast.

Randi grinned, now kissing Laura's shoulder, her
upper chest, stroking her hips, purring and
sighing softly as she made her way down Laura's
body.  "Mmmm, you don't have to wait," she
purred.  "All you have to do is lay there and
take it."  She looked up questioningly, her face
halfnestled between Laura's small breasts.  "You
want the handcuffs?  You want to do it that way
too?"

Laura shook her head.  "I gave it up."

"What, for Lent or something?" Randi cracked,
her fantastic, sensual lips moving toward one of
Laura's nipples.

Laura shook her head again, giggling softly.

Randi began to lick Laura's excited nipple
slowly, in such a way that Laura was quickly
trembling and climbing the walls. "If you don't
want them," Randi murmured, "I might have to
take them with me."

"Oh god . . . that feels good!" Laura
interrupted her. "Ohhh!"

Now Randi took Laura's nipple completely into
her wet mouth, and Laura nearly swooned with
pleasure.  For several minutes they did not
speak while Randi, very patiently and
skillfully, using the techniques she had learned
from Laura herself during their lengthy affair,
made love to Laura's naked breasts.  By the time
she looked up again from Laura's erect, saliva-
wet nipples, Laura was quivering and mewling
with sexual need.

"I can see you're ready," Randi whispered.

"I've been ready since we walked in the door,"
Laura smiled down at her, panting.

"You want me to put my hand in there . . . the
way you did?"

Laura shook her head, but smiled.  "Look at your
nails."

Randi had never been one of the 'long-nails'
girls, but recently she had grown formidable
talons.  They were painted ruby red.  She must
not be getting much girl-girl loving, Laura
thought.  Not from me for a while, and I guess
not from Rhonda or anybody else either.  No
wonder she's so hot for it.

"You're right," she said, admiring them.  "Took
me weeks to grow those.  I wouldn't want to snap
one off inside your pussy."

Laura shook her head in agreement.  "That long
tongue will do just fine."

"Mmmm . . . this one?"  Randi let it snake out
of her marvelously sensual mouth once again,
teasingly.

"That one."

"Can I slip it in your booty hole too?"

Laura was gripped by a delicious shiver, which
was very apparent to Randi.

"Guess the answer to that is 'yes,' eh?" Randi
joked, now kissing Laura's stomach, her smooth
belly, dipping lower.

Laura lay back, surrendering completely.  All
thoughts of Sara or Dee Dee vanished like
dissipating smoke from her mind as she felt
Randi's tender lips and caressing fingers on her
skin, Randi's warm breath on her thighs, Randi's
wet tongue on the sensitive borders of her
vulva.  They had often loved roughly, urgently,
even with a twist of perversion as they had done
only a few moments ago, but for some reason
Randi seemed now overcome with sweetness and
slow, simmering desire for Laura.

She was in no rush, and the touch of her fingers
and lips was marvelously gentle, vibrant with
tender affection. Laura was overcome suddenly by
deep emotion, accompanied by raging sexual
arousal.  She had been in love with Randi
once, not as deeply as she was in love with
Sara; but still, a fierce, glowing passion had
burned in her for the girl. And somehow now her
feelings for Randi, so complex and confusing,
became mixed in and stirred together with her
pain and longing for Sara until her mind and
body were simply consumed with an intense
throbbing and yearning that centered totally on
the lovely girl who was so tenderly beginning to
lick her flowing pussy.

"Oh!" Laura gasped, grabbing Randi's head in
both hands, feeling the coarse, rippling rows of
braids under her spastic fingers.  "Oh!  God!
Oh!"

Randi pushed her entire moving mouth into
Laura's wet pussy, giggling softly,
affectionately at the same time.  "Careful, girl
. . . you're going to pop too soon."

Laura knew she was telling the truth.  Already
she could feel the telltale swelling and
trembling in her lower body. And the intense,
unexpected emotion she was feeling somehow
enveloped it all in a hot, throbbing cloud of
thrilling sensuality that enlarged and expanded
by the second.

Randi knew what she was doing, and like Laura
earlier she was not willing to let it all blow
up in their faces without trying to prolong it.
Sensing Laura's vulnerability to a quick,
rending orgasm, she drew her mouth back.  At the
same time, however, she slid one hand back up
Laura's undulating body to her breasts, still
damp with Randi's warm saliva, and scissored one
of Laura's nipples between her long fingers,
pulling and kneading it, while Laura could feel
the fingers of her other hand slithering between
her tight little buns.

"Ahhh!" she gasped as she suddenly felt Randi's
fingertip press against the pinched-closed ring
of her sensitive rectum.

Her body even leaped a little on the bed, making
it sway.

Randi giggled huskily again, rubbing it in small
circles.
"Here comes the tongue," she teased.

"Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling her body stream
with fire. "I think if you did it . . . I might
just come in an instant!"

"Mmmm, then maybe it's worth a try," Randi
purred, kissing Laura's inner thighs.

"No . . ." Laura panted semi-hysterically,
pulling Randi up by the hand that was caressing
her breasts and pinching her damp nipples.
"Kiss me . . . kiss me first!  Oh god, I want
you to kiss me!"

Randi slithered up until she was face to face
with Laura. Her sensual, kittenish smirk was
something to behold and made frantic little fire
alarms go off deep inside Laura's already
excited pussy.   Randi extended her long, pink
tongue and ran it playfully around the edge of
Laura's lips.

"You're so romantic, all of a sudden," she
whispered, then slipped her tongue between
Laura's open teeth and into her mouth.

Laura wondered if she were going to faint from
the influx of sexual and emotional thrills that
poured through her squirming body as Randi
kissed her.  She remembered in the past, after
having suffered romantic setbacks or
disappointments, how she had often wanted to be
sexually hammered and obliterated, as if to
scour completely from her mind and body the pain
of loss by fierce, sometimes violent,
conflagrations of orgasms.  She remembered being
the center of orgies of double-penetration by
Rob and his brother, and of course many of her
more painful trysts with Karen had been fired by
this very need.

But now, with Randi kissing her so tenderly and
aggressively in the same instant, she felt
herself almost melting with bittersweet emotion
and molten sexual need.  Randi's long, wet
tongue explored the inner recesses of her mouth,
Randi's fingertips caressed her face, Randi's
thick, erect nipples brushed against her own,
Randi's thighs clamped one of hers, and the
smooth, sleek muscle of one thigh pressed
against the wet, blossoming lips of Laura's
throbbing pussy.

Randi breathed into Laura's ear.  "Roll over so
I can do you in the ass with my tongue," she
whispered.  "You want it, don't you?  I'm dying
for it myself."

If she were not already at the end of her sexual
tether, now writhing and whimpering in a hot
lather of need, Laura might have smiled in
wonder at Randi's warm enthusiasm for practices
she had never grasped with such relish before.
Laura and Randi had been making love for nearly
two years, and Randi was often an ardent lover,
but mostly Laura was the devourer and Randi the
devouree.  Rarely, if ever, had she taken such
initiative.

"Yes . . . me too," Laura panted, rolling over,
surrendering her body completely, charmed by
this thrilling development and equally saddened
by the brief thought that it would not happen
again, now that Randi was moving away.

Randi was immediately all over Laura's body with
her hands and mouth, kneading Laura's taut
little ass cheeks, and kissing Laura's lower
back, slithering tongue sexily into
the crack between Laura's buns.

"Oh god, Laura, you have such a pretty little
creamy white booty," Randi murmured, kissing it
everywhere.  "I never knew you had such a pretty
one until now.  I always saw it, I guess, but I
never wanted to kiss it until this minute. Can I
bite you a little . . . like this?"

"Aiieee!" Laura laughed, giggling, as Randi
nipped at chunks of her smooth, round ass.

"You've almost got a good enough booty to be a
sister, Laura," Randi breathed, getting more
serious, pulling apart Laura's buns to reveal
the secrets within.

Laura was about to die of sexual excitement.
She knew she would come, any second.  The merest
feel of Randi's warm breath on her pussy would
be enough to ignite her.  She knew it.

Hurriedly, Randi, who knew it too, grabbed the
two pillows at the top of the bed and pulled
them down, stuffing them under Laura's belly to
raise her hips and tilt them slightly backward.
Laura had done this many times herself with
others and knew the point of it.  Now her bottom
was uptilted and her festering, throbbing pussy
was right underneath it, all gaping and swollen
and vulnerable.

Randi wasted no time.

"Oh!  Ooooiiieeee!" Laura squealed as she felt
Randi's fingers-with just a hint of her long
nails-pulling apart her cheeks, then felt
Randi's long wet tongue slide into the crack.

Oh god, she's really going to do it! Laura
thought, feeling her body quiver and ripple with
liquid fire.  Randi was clever.  She knew her
nails were long and had alarmed Laura. Now she
pressed her thumbs against the inner walls of
Laura's buns, prying them open further,
carefully using the pads of her thumbs and
keeping her fingernails from even slightly
pushing into Laura's skin.

Laura squirmed and panted, face down on the
sheet, suffering agonies of anticipation.  The
first touch of the tip of Randi's tongue against
the small ring of her asshole, pinched so
tightly shut but wildly sensitive, nearly sent
her through the roof.

"Aaooiiiioo!" she howled, twitching
uncontrollably.  "Oh shit . . . oh shit that
feels good!"

"Mmmm . . . gonna feel even better, girl," Randi
purred, quickly ratcheting up the heat.

She inched the pads of her thumbs down even
closer to Laura's tightly clenching little
rectum, pulling it open too, then wriggling
about an inch of her long tongue into the
acutely sensitive passage.  It was all Laura
could do to keep her body from leaping crazily
off the bed, straight up into the air.  She
whinnied softly and gulped down two quick deep
breaths.

"Ahhnnnnn!" she moaned, looking back over her
shoulder at Randi's beautiful face, which was
now embedded between the cheeks of her ass.

The only thing she could see was Randi's shiny,
high forehead, the tangle of her black braids,
and a flickering glint of her dark eyes as Randi
burrowed her mouth even further into Laura's ass
crack, bringing wild whoops and mewlings from
deep in Laura's chest.

"Ohhnnggggg . . . oh god!  Ungghhhh!  Oh god . .
. Rand-"

And then she totally lost it.  Randi's tongue in
her ass felt like a hot, wriggling worm,
shooting sexual flames deep up into her writhing
bowels and making her insides melt into a foamy
froth of exultant coming, a billowing, swelling
bubble of exploding pleasure.  At almost the
same instant that Laura spilled over with
coming, Randi's hand slipped underneath to
Laura's flooding pussy and began to rub it
wildly, making the sensations in Laura's ass
even more piercing and fiery.

She came in sharp, wrenching jolts, pushing her
face into the sheet, letting out a yelping
shriek of ecstasy that startled even her by its
force.

"Auunnnggghnmmmggniiieeee!" Laura cried out, her
body not flipping or surging but simply
straightening out into a stiff, vibrating plank
of flesh, shuddering as spasm after spasm rocked
her.  "Unngghhmmnnggiiieeee!  Oh!
Ohnnnnggggg!"

By now Randi was rubbing her wet pussy more
gently, though her tongue was still embedded in
Laura's ass, and Laura, the most severe shocks
having passed, was slowly undulating her pelvis
down into each swirling motion of Randi's wrist.
But at the same time that her climax was
slackening off, Laura knew that it wasn't over.
Oh god, there's another one! she realized.  Oh
god, yes!  Yes!

With a kind of crazed sexual mania, she reached
back with one hand, fishing around for the hand
Randi was not using to rub her pussy.  She found
it and quickly drew Randi's hand up to the thick
flag of her hair, frantically trying to get
Randi to clutch.

"Oh . . . Laura . . . girl," Randi panted
softly, lifting her face out of the crack
between Laura's buns.  "You want it?"

"Oh god, yes!  Please!" Laura groaned, feeling
Randi's fingers suddenly grasp thick clumps of
her hair.  "Yes!"

Randi did not gather her energy, or her
determination, or waste any time whatsoever.
Immediately she gave Laura's hair a savage
backward yank that caused Laura to be simply
incinerated by a short but killing string of
orgasms so shattering that she could not even
cry out.  At nearly the same instant that she
pulled Laura's hair, Randi's hand closed like a
voracious clam on Laura's throbbing pussy,
squeezing it, while she held Laura's head up by
her hair from the mattress.  Laura's back was
bowed, and her body flailed and jerked as an
unmercifully acute succession of crushing spasms
wracked her.

"Ungghhh! Onngghhh!  Ungghhh!" she finally
groaned as breath again seeped slowly into her
lungs, and as Randi finally relaxed her grip,
the most violent of Laura's spasms having seemed
to pass.

Laura slumped forward onto the sheet.  She could
feel through the flames that seared her flesh
Randi's tight hand releasing her aching pussy.
She could even feel again the tiny, almost
tickling scrapes of the edges of Randi's long
fingernails against the sensitized skin of her
inner thighs, and the cheeks of her ass.
Slowly, Randi loosened her grip on Laura's hair.
Laura's scalp tingled and burned, but the
strong, rhythmic throbbing that continued in her
pussy and womb and in fact her whole lower body
obscured anything else.

By the time she came to her senses, Randi was
stretched out beside her, gently nudging her
body off the pillows, turning Laura to face her.
Randi was beaming, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wow," she said softly.  "I guess we gave each
other something to remember that time."

Laura embraced her fervently.  She clung to her,
kissing her, mashing her naked body into
Randi's, feeling a desperate need to almost
crush her with a fierce, lasting hug.  Randi
believed it was because of the shattering
orgasms she had just helped Laura have, but in
reality, Laura knew, it was more than that.  A
deep, unconscionable sadness had begun to flood
into Laura the moment the orgasms faded, the
same sadness she had felt earlier, though not as
piercingly as now.  It was a mourning for Sara,
and a shocking pain at the imminent loss of
Randi, all mixed together in a miserable jumble
of agony that she could not shake, that was
stronger now than ever.

Without warning, she began to cry, almost
tragically. Fortunately, Randi, though puzzled,
just held her tightly and didn't let go, even
when Laura's tears began to drip onto her bare
shoulder.

Finally, she whispered, "Why are you crying,
girl?  This was good!"

Laura fought for control of her wracking sobs.
She pressed her wet face into Randi's neck.  "I
know . . . I know.  I won't be able to live
without you!"

In her heart Laura knew she was saying, 'I won't
be able to live without Sara,' which made her
feel ashamed and doubly rotten.  In my defense,
she also thought, I won't be able to live
without this gorgeous, wild creature either.

Randi pulled back so that she could look Laura
in the eye. She wiped away some of Laura's tears
with her fingers. "Look, I want you to listen to
me," she said, solemnly.

Laura, sniffling, nodded.

Randi nibbled Laura's lower lip affectionately.
She seemed to be pondering what to say,
wondering how frank to be.  "We may be even
better friends, Laura, if I'm living in
Charlotte.  Then we can visit each other."

"I know," Laura nodded.

Unspoken was their mutual understanding that
their rocky relationship wouldn't be as
satisfactory if Randi remained.

"Now.  You gon' kiss me, girl, and show me how
much you love me one more time, before I turn
into a pumpkin?"

Laura smiled and laughed.  Her sadness was
waning, receding in the background, and she
realized it may only have come flooding into her
with the release of her sexual tension, as one
occasionally bursts into uncontrollable laughter
just after climaxing.

"Do you think we can reach those heights again?"

she teased Randi, beginning to stroke her

marvelous smooth body, tangling tongues with

her.

"I doubt it," Randi purred, "but we can sure

try."













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