                              

     Chapter 274
     
     
     
     
     Only a few hours after Kendra left, Laura got a call.
Hoping desperately for it to be Sara, she dashed to the
phone.
     
     "Laura?  Laura Robbins?  Is that you?  This is
Shaniqua, remember me?  Shaniqua Branch, from Dallas?  We
met when you were here about two months ago?"
     
     This voice, though not Sara's, sent a completely
different electrical charge through Laura.  She sat down
next to the phone, smiling.  That darling girl . . . the one
with the bangs, and the lean, fetching body.  The one who
wanted to transfer to San Francisco.  And add to my
troubles.
     
     "Shaniqua.  Hi.  How are you.  What a pleasant
surprise."
     
     "I'm not interrupting anything?  You've got a minute to
talk?"
     
     "Of course."
     
     "I know this is really short notice and all, but I'm
coming to San Francisco.  I've got a flight for tomorrow
morning."
     
     "You . . . do?"  Laura was still trying to absorb the
shock, and also the flutter of excitement at the thought of
seeing this very desirable girl again.
     
     "Yeah . . . it was unexpected.  I have this friend who
works for Continental Airlines, and she got me this deal.  I
couldn't turn it down.  I know it's short notice.  I was
just wondering . . . if that invitation you made me about
staying at your place still holds.  Don't worry, I won't be
disappointed if you say no."
     
     Laura knew that Sara would not be returning from
Mississippi before Tuesday at the earliest, but she guessed
that Shaniqua would be staying longer than that.  It was
now, after all, only Saturday night.  This had fallen into
her lap so suddenly that her brain was racing in the effort
either to come up with an excuse or to find an alternative
place for Shaniqua to stay.  She wanted to allay any
suspicion Sara might eventually have, and she also wanted to
spend some time with this delicious girl.
     
     "I . . . I do have something . . . coming up," she
stammered, trying to think fast.  "About Wednesday.  Maybe
as early as Tuesday.  I . . . I might have to take a quick
trip to Cleveland."  She had no idea why 'Cleveland' came to
her out of the air; she had never been to Cleveland and had
no intention of going.  "A quick little trip the company
wants me to take."
     
     "You know, that might just work out," Shaniqua said
brightly, without missing a beat.  "Because I can't stay
long anyway.  I would have to leave by Wednesday.  Maybe we
could even drive to the airport together.  I mean, you could
give me a ride."
     
     Laura cleared her throat nervously.  Shaniqua had
pretty much invited herself, and it would take a firm
rejection from Laura to dissuade her.  Laura did not want to
reject her.  Despite her guilt feelings involving Sara, and
despite her clear conviction that this delectable creature
Shaniqua was no doubt completely heterosexual and had no
ulterior agenda, she was unable to stop thinking about what
might conceivably happen if they were alone together for a
while, here in her condo.
     
     Before she quite knew she had committed herself, she
heard the words coming out of her mouth.  "Okay, I think
that would be great."  God, what am I saying!  "I mean, if I
have to leave by Tuesday, you might have to find a hotel
room for one night."
     
     Shaniqua was all bubbly with infectious enthusiasm.
"Oooeee!" she squealed in a joyous outburst.  "I was hoping
you'd say yes!"
     
     Laura gave her a few seconds to calm down.  "Tell me
when you're flight is arriving.  I'll drive down and pick
you up."
     
     "Oh, would you?"
     
     This went on for several more minutes.  Shaniqua
gushed, and Laura tried to act like she was completely in
control, as if there were no risk involved.  It turned out
that Shaniqua would arriving early the following day, a
little before noon.
     
       Right after this Sara, of all people, called.  This
was one of those situations, Laura realized, where you ended
up feeling guilty for no reason at all.  True, she had been
indulging herself with thoughts of undressing the darling
Shaniqua and kissing every inch of that dark, lean body, but
Sara could not know that.  And there was surely nothing
wrong with having a little fantasy.  It would probably never
come to anything anyway, so what was the harm in imagining a
hot little encounter?
     
     Still, Laura had to make a real effort to have her
voice sound calm and even.  "I thought you said no calls,"
she said softly to Sara.
     
     "I know," Sara said, sounding tired.  "I missed you.  I
hate you, Laura.  I never felt this way about anybody
before.  I'm not asking if you're alone . . . what you're
doing.  I don't want to know what's going on.  I just wanted
to hear the sound of your voice."
     
     Now Laura felt even worse.  And again, for no reason.
She felt her heart filling with love for Sara and guilt over
having agreed to let Shaniqua stay with her.  "You are the
love of my life too," she whispered, meaning it.  "And
nothing's happening, so just put your mind at ease.  I'm
sitting here soaking my feet and drinking a glass of wine
and longing for you."
     
     Actually, she was doing neither (though the longing was
instantly, piercingly real) but thought this sounded natural
and reassuring.  She made up her mind to do both immediately
after hanging up the phone.
     
     "I want your body," she whispered into the receiver.
     
     "My body is so beat you couldn't do a thing for it
right now," Sara said, wearily.
     
     "Bet I could," Laura flirted.
     
     Sara had been settling financial affairs with banks,
employers, insurance companies, and family members, for whom
she had an astonishingly acid contempt.  She had been named
executor in her father's will, and even though the
inheritance was small, the infighting, according to her, was
acute.
     
     Laura could almost sense the weary smile on Sara's face
through the telephone.  "I think you actually could," she
acknowledged.  "I wish you were here to do it."
     
     They talked for a few more minutes, mostly love cooing,
then hung up.  Laura felt wonderful that Sara had broken her
vow not to talk on the phone while she was away, and she
continued to feel rotten about lusting after Shaniqua.  True
to her word, she poured a glass of wine and spent a half
hour in her jacuzzi, thinking solely about Sara and almost
absent-mindedly bringing herself to a surprising little
orgasm with her hand while lying back in the warm, turbulent
water and dreaming of her.
     
     Shaniqua's flight arrived next day at mid-afternoon.
Even though Laura had been floating in a blue funk of guilt
over having agreed to the girl's visit and then having felt
it was a certain betrayal of Sara, her mood was brightened
considerably now that Shaniqua was actually here.  For one
thing, she had forgotten how good-looking Shaniqua was.  For
some reason, probably self-protective editing of
recollections, she had been thinking that the girl was
'average-pretty' and nothing special.  This was far from the
truth, as one fresh glimpse of her proved.
     
     Shaniqua emerged from the airplane with three different
men fawning over her.  She was vivacious and flirtatious and
provocative all at once, enjoying the attention, leading
them on outrageously.  Laura, patiently waiting for her
behind the red rope that kept greeters away from the
debarkation gate, had two reactions.  One, her thoughts that
Shaniqua was so completely heterosexual that it was
pointless to worry about sexual temptation were confirmed
with shocking finality.  Two, something about the girl made
Laura want to rush up and fawn over her in exactly the same
way these foolish men were doing.
     
     She was wearing a short blue leather skirt that showed
off her long, long black legs.  Nobody, including Laura
could keep her eyes off them.  Shaniqua's dark hair fell in
a swishing flag around her shoulders, and her enchanting
bangs seemed to have the same effect on everyone that they
clearly had on Laura.  Her white, even teeth, flashing dark
eyes, and easy smile had the three men and Laura almost
panting as they devoured her with their eyes.
     
     Laura swallowed dryly as she realized that this visit
would be more difficult than she had thought.  On the
freeway, Shaniqua chattered with amazing fluency about
everything while Laura tried to stay focused on the traffic
and keep her eyes from darting to The Legs.  Oh god, I never
knew she had such gorgeous long legs when I met her in
Dallas.
     
     Shaniqua also smelled good.  Laura could not tell
whether it was a faint wisp of some classy perfume or just
the natural odor of her body, but there was an ethereal
scent emanating from her that stirred the fires in Laura's
pussy.  Maybe this is what those guys were smelling too,
without even knowing it, probably.
     
     She must have been focusing on all this instead of what
Shaniqua was saying because as her attention drifted back to
the girl's voice, she felt for a moment that she was hearing
gibberish.
     
     "So for a while," Shaniqua was saying, "I thought 'Wow,
this is freako weird, you know?'  I mean, I never believed
in any of that shit about alien abductions and flying
saucers.  But I started reading their stuff and talking to
this guy Jareeka who was one of the ones they took up there
when they first came here, I mean not the first time, like,
that was thousands of years ago, but this latest time when
they returned, I guess you could say . . ."
     
     What is she talking about? Laura wondered.  Something
about this guy Blas Fortuna and his group of alien clones
that were planted here by outer space creatures in the year
8004 of the Stronion Era.  Oh god, Laura thought, this
darling girl is a member of some weird cult that believes in
spacemen.
     
     "You mean you belong to this . . . group?" she asked,
mildly, wanting to say 'cult' but stopping herself, trying
to keep the sharp skepticism out of her voice.
     
     "Oh no," Shaniqua shook her head.  "But I've been
toying with the idea."
     
     "Don't they . . ." Laura inquired tentatively, "sort of
. . . require you to quit your job and give them all your
money and move to . . . who knows, Los Angeles or something?
I mean, I thought that's what all those groups do?"  She
wanted to add that most of them required the all the women
to sleep with the cult leader, didn't they?  But she
restrained herself.
     
     "It's not really L.A.  A place called Rancho Mirage.
You know where that is?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Some rich people's enclave near
Palm Springs, I think.  They must have a lot of money."
     
     "Well, look at it this way," Shaniqua said, with a
straight face, as far as Laura could tell, though she was
paying more attention to the crazy freeway drivers.  "If you
were the guys responsible for putting the whole human race
here in the first place, I guess you'd know where all the
money is, right?"
     
     Right, Laura thought.  Even I know where the money is,
and I'm not even an alien.  What a strange world, she
reflected.  All I can think about is how much fun it would
be to take this marvelous girl to bed, and yet she clearly
doesn't go for popping in the sack with girls and would be
shocked to find me hoping for it, and she is more interested
in space aliens.  Bizarre.  What are we doing here in the
same car?
     
     However, she knew the answer to that question.  Since
it was only around three in the afternoon, before returning
to her condo she took Shaniqua on a tour of some of the more
popular tourist attractions.  They ended up at Fisherman's
Wharf for dinner, a place Laura never went except when
showing somebody around.  But she had a great time since
Shaniqua was truly ebullient and vivacious by nature, and
showed a fresh enthusiasm for every new experience.  The
subject of space aliens was discreetly avoided, and they
enjoyed strolling the Wharf, dining on cracked crab,
sourdough bread, and white wine.
     
     They were both still a little tipsy by the time it grew
dark and Laura drove them to her condo.  Shaniqua almost
stumbled going up the steps and had to lean briefly on Laura
for support.
     
     "Oooeee, I never drink that much wine," she giggled
softly.  "It's making me wobbly."
     
     "Don't worry," Laura smiled, she hoped not too
lecherously.  "You can lean on me."
     
     "This is such a fantastic place," Shaniqua said,
pausing to turn around and survey the scene.
     
     As usual, the tendrils of fog were curling among the
treetops, the strange, fog-filtered yellow cones of light
made by the streetlamps cast an eerie glow over everything,
and it did look a little like some otherwordly refuge.
     
     "I can't believe I'm actually here.  San Francisco."
     
     Laura unlocked the door and they went inside.  "You're
here, all right.  You're not in Kansas any more, darling.
As they say."
     
     Shaniqua looked at her blankly.  "Kansas?  I came from
Dallas."
     
     Without missing a beat, Laura merely smiled and said,
"Right.  I forgot."
     
     Shaniqua looked at her a little oddly, as if trying to
understand how Laura could have forgotten that she came from
Dallas when that was where they had met.  But then she too
seemed to feel like letting it pass was a good idea.  We
just seem to be misfiring on all cylinders, Laura thought,
more exasperated than depressed.  It was not really unusual
to meet a person whose frames of reference seemed to be
totally skewed from your own, but it was a trifle
disconcerting when you were contemplating a few beautiful
orgasms in her arms.
     
     And what beautiful arms they were.  Under the mango-
colored sweater she wore, which she removed as they got
comfortable, she had on a sleeveless blouse that showed them
off to perfection.  Shaniqua was very well-formed.  Like her
legs, her arms were long and thin but also shapely, very
dark, the edges of her shoulders gleaming where the cloth of
her blouse left them exposed.  Laura wanted to take one
smooth black arm in both hands, lift it, and run her lips
all along it, from the gleaming black shoulder to the long
tapering fingers.
     
     "Why are you looking at my arm?" Shaniqua asked,
suddenly self-conscious, looking down at the arm Laura had
been lusting for and twisting it forward to she could
scrutinize it, as if she had suddenly broken out in
unsightly blotches.
     
     Laura shrugged.  "Beautiful arm.  Your skin is so
smooth and dark.  I was just . . . admiring it."
     
     Shaniqua relaxed.  "Oh.  Jeez, for a minute I thought
something was wrong with it."
     
     Whereas in the past Laura would have worried that
Shaniqua had picked up some strong vibration of lust from
her, she now found herself less troubled about it.  She had
Sara, she loved her, she had no deliberate designs on
Shaniqua's wonderful body.  She wanted her but did not need
her desperately, which made her more comfortable about
looking.
     
     "Nothing at all is wrong with it," Laura smiled.
     
     Shaniqua looked at her oddly.
     
     Laura just gave her a mysterious smile and moved on.
She showed her the second bedroom, which she had finally
furnished with a bed and dressing table.
     
     "Sorry, it isn't much.  I just moved in here a few
months ago and haven't got around to doing up a guest room
yet," she apologized.
     
     Shaniqua gave her a bright, pearly-toothed smile,
plopping her suitcase down on the bed.  "Cheaper than a
hotel room, right?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "Especially in this town.  I think they
start at one-fifty a night."
     
     "I'm still tipsy . . . and a little tired, too,"
Shaniqua admitted.  "Mind if I just change into my jammies
and my bathrobe?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Want to take a bath?  I've got
a jacuzzi in the big bathroom."
     
     "Oh god, you can't be serious!"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I am."
     
     She took Shaniqua into her bedroom and the adjacent
bathroom and showed it to her.
     
     "Oh god, I would die to use it," Shaniqua said, unable
to keep a tiny, excited squeal out of her voice.
     
     "You can use it as long as you're here," Laura said
evenly, recalling all the bathtub, and shower seductions she
had participated in over the years.  "I can even bring you
another little glass of wine, if you like, so you can be
truly luxurious."
     
     She prided herself in how offhand and relaxed she was
going about all this.  She does, or she doesn't.  It won't
really matter to me.  Though she is pretty goddamned hot,
Laura thought.  I could eat her alive.
     
     Shaniqua appeared to be thinking it over.  "Why don't I
just get it first.  Then I can take it in with me.  We won't
have to worry about peekies."
     
     "Peekies?"
     
     "You know, like in a girl's gym.  For some reason it
always made me nervous.  I thought people were . . . like,
looking at me or something.  Staring."
     
     "I can't imagine why," Laura said, deadpan, but with a
twinkle of teasing in her eyes too.
     
     "I know why, but I'm not going to tell you."
     
     Laura tilted her head.  "Fair enough."  She found
herself hoping it didn't have anything to do with space
aliens.  "Come on, I've got a bottle I opened last night in
the fridge."
     
     She poured Shaniqua a small glass of Chardonnay and
then, in the bathroom again, explained to her how to operate
the jacuzzi.
     
     "No soap.  Clogs the jets, I guess.  Just soak and
enjoy," she smiled.
     
     "If I don't show up in about a half an hour or so, you
better come in and make sure I didn't pass out," Shaniqua
grinned.
     
     Oh goody, Laura thought.  Could she really mean it?
Somebody who's afraid of 'peekies'?  "I'll send for the
paramedics."
     
     "You better not!" Shaniqua giggled.  "Just come down
the hall and holler in the door to see if I'm still alive."
     
     The next twenty minutes or so were pleasant torture for
Laura.  The small motors that powered the whirlpool jets
made a lot of noise, and so as she sat in the living room,
sipping her own small glass of wine and leafing through a
magazine, she could imagine Shaniqua all naked and black and
shiny as the turbulent warm water foamed up around her
smooth young flesh.  Even now, paradoxically, she was not
tormented by the need to fling herself on the girl and fuck
her senseless, but there was no way she could ignore the
images of Shaniqua's sleek, lean, wet body that danced
before her inner eye.
     
     At first she tried making her reveries veer more toward
Sara.  After all, she was becoming resigned to the fact that
there would be no sweet intimacies with the fetching
Shaniqua, who was enchanting but also a little more prim and
wholesome than Laura had expected.  But try as she might,
she could not make an image of Sara's naked body swim into
her mind due to the sound of that whirlpool in the rear
bathroom going on in the background.  Instead, she kept
seeing Shaniqua's sleek naked body, dark and glossy, beaded
with shiny droplets of water.  Of course, she had never seen
the girl naked, so she was imagining it all.
     
     But it was easy to imagine.  She's lying back, Laura
thought, and the water is running over her thighs, bubbling
and frothing, and only once in a while can you see the
darker triangle of her hair patch between her legs.  Not
thick, meaty thighs like Sara's, or hard, swelling thighs
like Kendra's, but tapering columns of black flesh,
beautiful too in their thinner way.  My eyes drift up to her
wet breasts, exquisite little balls.  Thick black nipples,
dewy with moisture.  Laura frowned, in the midst of her
reverie.  She had no idea what Shaniqua's body looked like,
except for her long, shapely arms and legs.  I'm just making
this all up, she realized.  And I never will know, either,
because she seems quite oblivious to my interest in knowing.
     
     Oh well.  Life goes on. I can't have every pretty thing
I meet.
     
     Without quite knowing when, she became aware that the
sound of the jacuzzi at the end of the hallway had stopped.
Expecting Shaniqua to reappear at any moment, she pretended
now to focus intently on her magazine.  But Shaniqua did not
reappear.  Five, ten minutes passed.  Laura put down the
magazine and got up from her chair.  After all, they had
joked about her doing this, so why shouldn't she do it?
     
     She walked slowly down the hallway, into her bedroom,
and called to Shaniqua.
     
     "You all right in there?"
     
     Shaniqua peeped around the corner of the bathroom door,
wrapped in a large fluffy white bath towel.  She was so
gorgeous and alluring at this moment that Laura nearly lost
it.  Water beads still glimmered on her round, bare, black
shoulders.  She smiled innocently.
     
     "I nearly died of pleasure in there," she said
brightly.  "I'll be out in a sec."
     
     "Okay . . ." Laura said, reluctantly withdrawing.
"Just checking."
     
     "Can I use some of this body lotion you have in here?"
     
     Oh god, Laura thought.  Not unless you let me rub it
on.  "Sure, go ahead."
     
     She returned to the living room.  Shaniqua did not
reappear for another five minutes, during each of which
Laura tried to master her swelling sexual excitement, for
which she knew there was no hope at all.  Just quit it, she
told herself.  This girl hasn't the faintest idea what
you're thinking.
     
     After a few more minutes, Shaniqua appeared wearing a
simple cotton flannel nightgown that was pink with small
roses all over it and covered her from throat to ankle.
Even though most of her flesh was concealed, she looked so
fresh and bright and sweet and sexy that Laura could feel
her own pussy fluttering wildly as she watched the girl sit
down on the sofa.
     
     "You know," Laura said, clearing her throat, "I have to
go to work tomorrow.  It's Monday.  We better make a little
plan of things for you to do until I get off.  Maybe I can
take off a few hours early and meet you somewhere."
     
     "I hate being a pill," Shaniqua said.  "Just draw me a
little map and point me in the right direction.  If I get
lost, I'll just bat my eyelashes at some guy.  They always
help me."
     
     Laura nodded.  I'll bet they do.  "Come over here to
the table and I'll show you a few places you might like to
go on the map."
     
     They discussed Shaniqua's itinerary for about an hour.
Laura assured her she would check about jobs here, should
Shaniqua want to move from Dallas.  They would meet for
lunch.
     
     Shaniqua yawned and stretched.  Her small breasts moved
under her nightgown, drawing Laura's attention.  "You must
be tired," Laura said.
     
     "That bath.  That jacuzzi.  I think it made me sleepy."
     
     Off to bed with you then, dear, Laura thought.  Just
looking at you like this makes it harder and harder on me.
Out of sight, out of mind.  I hope.
     
     Shaniqua looked drowsy but also kittenish and playful.
"You know, I found something in the bathroom.  Let me get
it."
     
     She got up from the table, went back down the hall,
then quickly returned.  She dropped on the table a small,
silvery ring with a bead at each end, where it would meet in
a circle if it did.  It was Sara's pussy ring.  Laura, who
was resigned by now to nothing happening between her and
Shaniqua, had been very good so far at not blushing in the
face of one-way innuendoes, but this moment was different.
She felt her whole face suffused by a hot, red bloom of
blood.
     
     "Is it yours?" Shaniqua asked, curiously.
     
     Slowly, Laura shook her head.  "It . . . belongs to a
friend."
     
     "I know what it is, you know," Shaniqua said, almost
smugly.
     
     "You . . . do?"  Laura was so stunned and off-balance
that speaking was still difficult.
     
     Shaniqua nodded.  "I used to go out with this guy, what
a creep, that always had lots of porno magazines lying
around.  It's a pussy ring.  Some girl's wear them, or
whatever you call it, on their pussy.  I can't imagine why.
Looks like it would hurt to me.  I mean, maybe not wearing
it but just getting it done."  She shivered involuntarily.
"Eeooww."
     
     "I know what you mean," Laura grinned.
     
     "Anyway," Shaniqua said airily, "I was just interested
in why you had it there.  No big deal.  I'll put it back."
     
     She started to take the ring but Laura reached for it
at the same time and their fingers met, touched, almost
caressed, though accidentally.  Laura looked up to see
Shaniqua looking directly into her eyes.  "I think I'll put
it somewhere safe so I'll remember to give it back to her,"
Laura said.
     
     Shaniqua smiled.  "Good idea."  She watched Laura pick
up the ring, pulling her own shapely black hand back.  "You
. . . must be really close to her.  I mean, for her to leave
it here and everything."
     
     Laura nodded noncommittally.   "We are.  I think she
left it by accident, though."
     
     "I . . ." Shaniqua seemed briefly at a loss for words.
"I guess you should know that it doesn't bother me."
     
     That's mighty good of you, darling, Laura thought.  You
don't mind sleeping in the same house with a lesbian?  What
if she gets up in the night to take a 'peeky' at you?
     
     Shaniqua appeared to think Laura did not believe her.
"Really," she emphasized.  "I mean it."
     
     "Thanks," Laura smiled warmly at her.  "Want a cup of
hot chocolate before bed?"
     
     "Don't think so.  That bath really did me in.  What a
marvelous thing to have in your own house.  I think I'll
just go to bed, okay?  Wake me when you get up."
     
     "Will do," Laura smiled at her, folding up the map as
she watched her go down the hall to the spare bedroom and
close the door behind her.
     
       A few minutes later Laura went to bed too.  And this
time, while lying there trying to fall asleep, she did
manage to have a successful reverie about Sara, fueled
perhaps by Shaniqua's discovery of Sara's 'captive bead
ring' in her bathroom.  It was a short leap of the
imagination from seeing the ring to seeing Sara's beautiful
black pussy, with its plump outer lips and shiny wet pink
interior, the tiny, miniature bullet of her clit sheltering
under the little v-shaped dark tent at the top, which itself
was pierced by the silvery ring only a little higher up.
     
     It was so real she could almost smell it, almost inhale
the thick, musky, pungent, fuck-me odor of it.  She was half-
fantasizing and half-dreaming this, lying on her back in her
own bed, and it was as if Sara were there with her,
squatting over her face, letting her look up into this sweet
moist cavern of ecstasy, tempting her with it, beckoning her
to slither her tongue right up into the warm buttery furrow.
This half-dream/half-reverie made her hot, so that without
knowing it she kicked off the sheet and blanket.  Her
fingertips were fluttering frenetically around her naked
thighs, where her nightgown had ridden up.
     
     Oh . . . Sara!  Oh . . . Sara!  Her fevered brain
swirled with images of Sara: Sara's face grimacing in a
seizure of pleasure as she came, Sara's thick, sensual lips
curving into her own, Sara's sparkling, knowing black eyes,
Sara's perfect, sculptured breasts, Sara's large, gleaming
black nipples . . .
     
     She was so deeply submerged in this hot, throbbing
sequence that she did not even hear the soft knock on her
door, or hear it opening slightly either.
     
     "Laura?"
     
     Seconds later Laura nearly jumped out of her skin as
she felt someone lightly shaking her shoulder and awoke with
a start.   "Oh shit!"
     
     "I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to scare you," Shaniqua
apologized softly.
     
     Her eyes were big, shiny round saucers in the dark.
Again Laura could smell her fresh, healthy odor and felt
enormously stimulated by it, as if she were transferring the
sexual arousal that was a residue of her interrupted reverie
to Shaniqua.  Shaniqua sat tentatively on the edge of the
mattress.
     
     "I . . . I couldn't sleep," she confessed.  "I wondered
if it would be all right with you if I just turned on the TV
for a while."  She paused, giving Laura a chance to surface
out of her groggy stupor.  "I didn't want you to wake up and
hear it and get scared."
     
     Laura smiled dreamily and shook her head.  "I don't
mind."
     
     Again Shaniqua paused, but she did not move.  "On the
other hand, maybe if I just laid down here with you for a
few minutes, it would calm my nerves.  You know, I'm usually
not like this, not at all.  Spooked by the dark and
everything.  I guess it's just this trip, this new city, new
friend, everything new.  It's got me racing inside.  I think
if I stretched out here for a minute, I could get calm.
Would that be okay with you?"
     
     Again, Laura smiled, her head clearing finally from the
drowsy sensuality in which she had been wallowing.  She
scooted a little to the side of her enormous bed to make
room.
     
     "Forgive me for saying so," she said in a warm, husky,
even sexy voice that she was surprised to hear coming out of
her throat, "but you're not going to do too well with those
space aliens you were telling me about if you get spooked
just sleeping your first night in San Francisco.  Although,
of course, some people seem to think San Francisco is outer
space."  She winked, wondering if Shaniqua could see it in
the dark, even though their eyes were now adjusting to it.
"Come on, stretch out there."
     
     Shaniqua climbed onto the bed and stretched out the
full length of her body next to Laura.  She was just as long
as Laura was.  There was about a foot between them.
     
     "Here . . .  here's a pillow," Laura said, pushing one
over to her.
     
     Shaniqua lay on her back with her head on the pillow,
staring up at the ceiling.  "I think you're right about the
Fortunans.  That's what they call themselves.  I think I
would be . . . you know, like, horrified, really.
     
     Moreover, they probably take 'peekies,' Laura thought,
unable to resist this ungracious observation but sensible
enough to keep it to herself.  She reached over and patted
Shaniqua's hand in a sisterly way.  "Don't worry, you don't
have to go.  You're safe here."
     
     They were silent for several minutes.  Laura, though
very aroused by the situation and by the continuing sweet
fragrance of Shaniqua's body that kept drifting over to her,
was very proud of herself for keeping her self-control.  I'm
not going to touch this sweet thing, she thought.  I am not
a predator.  She's a little uneasy, and I'm not going to add
to it by preying on her lovely young body.
     
     After a while, Shaniqua broke the silence.  Still
staring up at the ceiling, she sounded shy and tentative,
not at all her usual brash and vivacious self.
     
     "Laura . . . mind if I ask you a question?"
     
     "Of course not."
     
     But Shaniqua did not ask it, not right away.  Two more
minutes elapsed before she again opened her mouth, and they
seemed like an eternity somehow to Laura.
     
     "I hope you won't be offended . . . but . . . would you
mind my asking what it's like to . . . you know, make love .
. . to another woman?"
     
     Laura could feel a warm glow spread throughout her body
so that even her toes and her fingertips began to tingle
slightly.  She carefully suppressed a smile that was
beginning to form on her lips.  When she did not answer
right away, Shaniqua jumped back in nervously.
     
     "No . . . forget I said that.  I apologize.  It's
really none of my business . . . and very rude.  You've been
so nice to me, letting me stay here.  Please accept my
apology."
     
     Laura turned her head slowly to face Shaniqua, but
Shaniqua would not look at her.  Instead, she kept staring
up at the ceiling.
     
     "I don't mind," Laura whispered.  "I'll tell you this.
It can be very sweet . . . and very hot.  It sort of depends
on the moment."
     
     "The moment?" Shaniqua said shyly, finally turning her
face to Laura's, her eyes wide and questioning.
     
     "You know, how you both feel.  Sometimes it's both
sweet and hot."
     
     Shaniqua, though it was still so dark that Laura could
barely see her, looked a little frightened.  Frightened of
herself, Laura thought.  For letting herself ask that
question.
     
     Finally, after another long silence, during which
Shaniqua again lay her head on the pillow and stared up at
the ceiling, Laura asked softly, "Do you want to find out?"
     
     Shaniqua's head whipped to the side, almost in alarm,
so that she was again facing Laura, her eyes wide and shiny.
"Oh no . . . not me!" she giggled nervously.  "I . . . I've
never done anything like that.  Never even wanted to."
     
     After a second, Laura nodded and smiled.  "Oh."
     
     They looked at each other in the dark for almost a
minute without speaking.
     
     "It's okay," Laura murmured, finally.  "I think you're
very attractive . . . but if you don't want to, I
understand.  Why don't we go to sleep?"
     
     "I don't think I can sleep.  I told you, I'm just
racing inside."
     
     "Maybe if I hold you, it'll calm you down," Laura
purred softly, suggestively, still not knowing how far she
could go.
     
     "Hold me?  You mean put your arms around me?"
     
     "That's usually how it's done."
     
     Shaniqua appeared to be thinking it over.  "No sex or
anything though, okay?"
     
     "Of course not.  No sex.  You already told me you never
did anything like that.  Or even wanted to."
     
     Shaniqua nodded.  She scooted closer to Laura.  "Okay .
. . I guess."
     
     Laura slipped one arm under her neck, the other arm
around her back, hugging her gingerly, not forcefully,
though feeling the slight pressure of Shaniqua's small
breasts against her own through their two nightgowns.
"We'll just try it for a minute," she breathed.  "To see if
it works.  If not, we can stop."
     
     "Okay," Shaniqua said again in a small voice.
     
     She began to shiver almost as soon as Laura's arms
enclosed her, not violent shivering but just faint tremors
of anxiety.
     
     "What's the matter, are you cold?" Laura asked softly.
     
     "Oh . . . no," Shaniqua shook her head.  "In fact, it
feels kind of good."
     
     "Good," Laura purred, stroking Shaniqua's back gently
through the flannel with her fingertips.  "In a few minutes
you won't be racing inside any more.  You'll just be calm .
. . and sleepy . . . and warm."
     
     After a few minutes, Shaniqua said, "Laura . . . you're
so sweet."
     
     "Why do you say that?" Laura smiled, letting her
fingers slowly crawl up the back of Shaniqua's nightgown to
the lace-like, ruffled collar.
     
     "Because you barely know me.  And here you are,
comforting me, soothing me."
     
     "I like you."
     
     Laura's fingers now flittered over the collar and
caressed the warm, smooth, black skin of Shaniqua's
beautiful neck.  Shaniqua did not seem to notice, or if she
did, she did not object.  Laura's lips were just inches from
the girl's smooth cheek.  She pushed her face forward a
little, closing the gap, letting her lips brush the
phenomenally smooth skin.
     
     Shaniqua let her do it and did not pull back.  When she
did, her eyes were dark and shiny.  She had stopped
quivering.  "I think I'm getting better," she said.
     
     Laura could not keep the disappointment from showing in
her face, though the room was still dark and she didn't know
whether Shaniqua saw it.  Oh god, does that mean I have to
stop holding you like this?
     
     "I can feel your boobs through your nightgown,"
Shaniqua said suddenly.  "Can you feel mine?"
     
     Laura nodded.  Before she quite knew what she was
doing, she pushed her face gently, almost playfully, into
Shaniqua's warm black neck and began kissing it sensually.
Again, Shaniqua did not stop her.
     
     "Ooohhh god . . . that feels good," she sighed, tilting
her head to one side to give Laura's lips more access to the
smooth column.  "God, Laura, you're making me feel too good.
Maybe we better stop."
     
     Laura kissed the smooth skin under her jaw, then ran
her lips up to one earlobe, tickling it with the tip of her
tongue.  "Do you want to stop?"
     
     "Not really.  I thought we said no sex, though."
     
     "We did.  This isn't sex.  It's just playing."
     
     Shaniqua laughed internally, a joyous little spasm that
barely escaped.  "I like it."
     
     "Me too."
     
     Since she was already tonguing Shaniqua's earlobe, it
was a small leap to move her head higher still and slip her
wet tongue directly into the girl's ear.  Shaniqua's flesh
jumped and stiffened a little momentarily in Laura's arms,
and a tight little whimper of surprise escaped her lips, but
then she relaxed again, though her faint quivering resumed.
     
     "Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed, clutching Laura more tightly
with her arms and hands as Laura's tongue traced the whorl
of shiny black flesh, finding every crease.  "Oh shit, that
feels good!  Pardon my language."
     
     "You like it?" Laura purred.
     
     "Yes.  But don't do anything else.  I might like it too
much."
     
     "I wouldn't think of doing anything you don't want,"
Laura purred.
     
     But she noticed that all this clutching and clenching
had brought their bodies more tightly together, even though
the flannel of their nightgowns was still in the way.
Moreover, the nightgowns presented a slight difficulty
because neither one unzipped or unbuttoned.  They were the
kind you pulled over your head, and since they were both
long, even pulling one up far enough to get your hand
underneath it would be shockingly obvious.  It would be
'sex,' as they had so far called it.
     
     I want to touch her sweet, warm body, Laura thought.
How am I going to do it?  Without alarming her?
     
     On the other hand, she was pretty convinced that
Shaniqua was not going to back out now.  She was enjoying
the sensuality of Laura's tongue in her ear, Laura's lips on
her gorgeous neck, Laura's breasts brushing against hers
even through the soft barrier of the two flannel nightgowns.
     
     Laura let her lips fall gently again from Shaniqua's
ear down across her incredibly smooth cheek.  When they were
close to Shaniqua's mouth, Shaniqua suddenly turned her face
a little, and there was no preventing Laura's mouth from
meeting hers.  Though it seemed like an accident, and may
have actually been one, their lips were pressing together
now seriously, non-accidentally, and Laura was giving the
girl the most sensitive, romantic, careful kiss she had
given anyone in a long time.
     
     Shaniqua did not kiss back, but neither did she turn
her mouth away.  Laura did not try to force her to open her
lips, being content with a painstakingly solemn and serious
closed-lips kiss, moving her lips achingly against
Shaniqua's, letting her hands caress the girl's back through
the flannel, then dropping them slowly, almost
imperceptibly, to her sacrum, to her swelling ass, caressing
it gently too as they kissed.
     
     Shaniqua pulled her face back slightly, squinting and
smiling at Laura, her voice soft and almost hoarse, clotted
with a suppressed excitement Laura recognized.  "Laura . . .
you're breaking the rules."
     
     "I . . . I'm sorry," Laura said, feigning
embarrassment.  "What am I doing wrong?"
     
     "You're touching my ass," Shaniqua said, a devilish
sparkle in her eye.  "That isn't right, is it?"
     
     "I don't know.  Is it 'sex'?"
     
     Shaniqua shrugged and made a sexy little smirk.  "I
don't know . . . I guess not.  I still have my nightie on."
     
     Laura raised her fingertips to Shaniqua's cheek.
"You're skin is so smooth."
     
     "You like it?"
     
     Laura nodded, moving her fingertips over to Shaniqua's
very sensual mouth.  "I like this too.  Can I . . . ?"
     
     She did not dare to say 'kiss' and so simply pushed her
head forward until their lips met again.  This time
Shaniqua's mouth was open from the beginning, not wide, not
salaciously inviting, only opening modestly so that
eventually their tongues could meet just outside their
teeth.  Laura probed and feinted with her own tongue, but
not enough to seem overly aggressive.
     
     "Oh . . . I love to kiss you," she whispered.  "You are
a beautiful kisser."
     
     Shaniqua smiled without removing her lips from Laura's.
"I never kissed a girl before.  I never thought I'd want to,
but it's kind of fun.  Maybe it's just you.  I like you,
Laura."
     
     "Mmmm, I like you too."
     
     For the first time, Laura slipped her tongue past
Shaniqua's teeth and into her mouth.  Shaniqua opened her
mouth a little more to let it in, then met Laura's tongue
with her own, pressing her lips more tightly to Laura's.
This heated them both up quickly, so that their breathing
accelerated, and Laura noticed they were both squirming
against each other as never before.
     
     Hating herself for being so devious, she managed to
pull up Shaniqua's nightgown a little while they were
panting and kissing more hungrily, until she could actually
get her hand on the warm, smooth back of one long thigh.
Shaniqua acted like she didn't notice and kept kissing Laura
patiently and sweetly.
     
     "I think you have your hand on my leg," she finally
whispered.
     
     "I do," Laura whispered back.  "I can't help it.  I
want to touch you."
     
     "Oh."
     
     "Do you want to put your hand on mine?"
     
     "I . . . guess so."
     
     Laura pulled her own nightgown up too, exposing her
thighs.  Giving Laura a shy, furtive look, as if she were
stealing candy, Shaniqua dropped one of her own hands to
Laura's leg, caressing it tentatively.  Laura moved her own
hand up a little, toward Shaniqua's ass.
     
     She could feel the tight crease below Shaniqua's firm
round buttock with her finger, then the firm bulging flesh
right above it as she raised her knuckle slightly.  Shaniqua
stopped their kiss in mid-progress and smiled at Laura.
     
     "You're touching my ass now . . . and my nightie isn't
in the way," she said softly, but not in an accusatory tone.
     
     "I know.  Do you mind?"
     
     "I guess not.  Maybe we should just go ahead and take
these off."  She gently plucked the sleeve of Laura's
nightgown.
     
     I thought you'd never ask, darling, Laura smiled back
at her.  "Won't it be 'sex'?"
     
     Shaniqua was already pulling hers up and over her head.
She gave Laura a killer stare.  "I don't know about you, but
I kind of like sex."
     
     Laura, though mildly flabbergasted by this swerve in
the road, which caught her unawares, quickly recovered and
pulled her own nightgown off too.  Already Shaniqua was
pressing her forearm against Laura's and cooing about how
cool they looked.
     
     "I never got naked with a white person," she confessed.
"Except in gym.  Not the same.  Look at how beautiful our
skins are together, Laura.  I mean, it's dark, but you can
still see it."
     
     "I know," Laura purred, tossing her nightgown across
the room to a chair and carefully enfolding Shaniqua's warm,
silky body in her arms again, now that they were both naked.
     
     "Have you ever done this with a black woman before?"
Shaniqua asked, perkily.
     
     "Once or twice," Laura murmured, again burying her face
in Shaniqua's exquisite neck, then kissing her shoulders,
licking the skin beneath her clavicles.
     
     "Ooooh, you do that good," Shaniqua half-giggled.  "It
gives me the shivers.  The happy shivers.  I really like
feeling your body against me like this.  I'm glad we took
them off."
     
     Laura realized that Shaniqua was chattering like this
out of nervousness.  She had done the same thing in the car
on the way back from the airport.
     
     "I'm glad you don't mind my peekies," Laura murmured
softly as she continued to kiss the girl's marvelous smooth
black skin.  "I think you have a lot of good stuff to peek
at."
     
     Shaniqua pulled Laura's face up with both hands and
kissed her.  "You're so sweet.  You know, one of my nipples
is bigger than the other one.  It always makes me a little
embarrassed, so I get it out of the way at the start.  Have
you ever seen that?  I mean, you probably have a little more
experience.  A lot, actually, since I've never done this at
all.  With a girl, I mean."
     
     Laura knew that bilateral symmetry was rarely perfect,
and she had indeed known women who had one breast slightly
larger than the other; usually the right one, if they were
right-handed, and vice versa.  She could not recall,
however, anyone who had one nipple larger than the other.
     
     "Let me see," she said, with true childish innocence.
"Let me turn on a small light.  Better yet, let me light a
candle."
     
     For just such occasions as these, Laura kept a fat,
fragrant candle in a saucer on the bedstand, and it took her
only a few seconds to get a book of matches from the drawer
and light it.  The soft, flickering candlelight was
bewitchingly romantic in any circumstances, let alone at
this moment, when her eyes fell on Shaniqua's long, dark,
delicious naked body for the first time.
     
     It was every bit as ravishing as she had expected.  "Oh
god, you're beautiful," she could not help saying.
     
     But Shaniqua's eyes, wide and shiny, were focused on
Laura's naked body, and she too seemed transfixed.  "You
too."
     
     Laura stretched out languidly beside her and pulled her
down into an easy embrace, pushing their naked breasts
together, kissing Shaniqua's smooth black cheek, running her
fingertips up and down the girl's long, sinuous back.
     
     "Just kiss me for a minute.  Before we go on."
     
     "Mmmmm," Shaniqua smiled sensually.  "I guess I can do
that.  You feel good."
     
     "You feel more than good.  You feel like heaven."
     
     She kissed Shaniqua's round black shoulders, and her
throat, and her smooth upper chest.  Pulling back a little,
enchanted by the ways the candlelight seemed to lick the
smooth dark planes of Shaniqua's naked flesh the way she
wanted to do with her own tongue, she glanced down at the
girl's small, beautiful breasts.  They were perfect, not
large, but perfectly proportioned to her long, lean body,
not saggy in the slightest but firm and round, her nipples
highly placed, giving each breast an upswept appearance.
     
     In fact, they were so gorgeous that you didn't notice
the anomaly Shaniqua was so concerned about.  Her left
nipple was indeed a tiny bit larger than her right one.
They were both delectable puffy little black satin cones
with springy center nubs, mouthwatering, Laura thought.
They were not extra-large, like Sara's, but not tiny either,
just soft, swollen bulbs of black candy that Laura was eager
to taste.
     
     She glanced up to see Shaniqua scrutinizing her face in
the flickering candlelight, as if Laura were going to drop a
bombshell.
     
     Laura's eyelids felt heavy with sex.  She now wanted
this girl desperately.  "I want to taste the small one first
. . . then the bigger one," she murmured.  "Okay?"
     
     Shaniqua nodded slowly.  "You don't think they're . . .
funny looking?"
     
     Now Laura suspected that Shaniqua was doing a little
fishing for compliments.  Nobody, even looking in the
mirror, could mistake these perfect breasts for anything but
the masterpieces they were.
     
     "I think they are so beautiful," Laura purred, taking
both naked breasts in her hands and running her thumbs
lightly over the springy bulbs of Shaniqua's nipples.
     
     She bent her head and extended her tongue, slightly
lifting Shaniqua's right breast with her palm and licking
the smaller nipple with long, sensual swipes.  Shaniqua
quivered, looking down.  When it was wet and shiny with
Laura's warm saliva, she drew it slowly into her mouth,
feeling Shaniqua's back muscles tense a little as the
excitement grew more acute.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Shaniqua gasped softly.
     
     For several seconds Laura did not even suck this
marvelous, puffy little miracle but instead massaged it
sensually with her tongue, luxuriating in the feel of the
sensitive wet bud in her mouth, feeling it thicken and
stiffen.  When she finally did begin to suck it gently,
Shaniqua gave a faint whimper, so faint that Laura almost
could not hear it, as if it were coming from the next room.
Then she felt the girl's fingers sliding through her hair to
her scalp, clutching her head, holding it steady, as if
encouraging Laura, or certainly begging her not to stop.
     
     "I don't know how I can go on to the other one, I love
this one so much," Laura smiled up at her, taking a
breather, then sucking Shaniqua's excited nipple back into
her mouth for more passionate attention.
     
     "Ohhh!" Shaniqua gasped.  "You don't have to hurry.
God, that feels good!"
     
     Laura meant what she said.  She was in no hurry.  She
sucked Shaniqua's delicious smaller nipple, then released it
from her mouth to toy with it, teasing the wet black bulb
with her tongue, lashing it, pinching it with her lips, then
sucking it inside her warm mouth again, sucking harder,
sucking more of Shaniqua's small breast into her mouth along
with Shaniqua's nipple.  This minor increase in passion
seemed to tip the balance for Shaniqua, whose fingertips now
dug spastically into Laura's scalp, and whose soft
whimpering now keened up semi-hysterically.
     
     "Annhhh . . . annhhhh . . . oh Jesus Laura oh god oh
yes . . . god that feels good!  Unhhh!"
     
     Laura looked up at her face, smiling, slowly releasing
Shaniqua's wet, excited nipple from her mouth.  "Can I do it
to the other one too?"
     
     Shaniqua's dark eyes were cloudy and glassy, her mouth
contorted in a slash of intense pleasure and sexual
excitement.  "You better," she half-grinned.  "Oh god, you
do that good."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura grinned up at her, moving across to her
scrumptious other breast, gazing lustfully at Shaniqua's
still-virgin (to me, at least, she thought) slightly larger
nipple, which was even a little puffier and tent-like than
the smaller one.  "Does it make you all wet and horny?"
     
     Shaniqua looked down, watching Laura's wet pink tongue
snake out and encircle her nipple, then stab the center
nubbin playfully.  "God, it makes me hornier than shit," she
panted.  "Excuse my language."
     
     Does it make you want me to fuck you, darling? Laura
thought, not daring to say it yet, though she was sure the
answer would be yes.  Since she knew the temperature level
had risen pretty fast, she wondered whether she should raise
it even more, devouring this girl in a hot whirlwind of
passion, as she was very tempted to do, or draw things out,
let the temperature percolate and simmer, until they were
both clawing each other with need.
     
     I'll let her pace it, she thought, feeling Shaniqua's
long, slender body begin to undulate slowly under her.
Shaniqua settled onto her back from her side position,
inviting Laura to roll more on top of her, still watching
intently as Laura sucked and teased her left nipple, her
eyes rolling up occasionally when Laura sucked it harder
than usual.  She was becoming more and more aroused, panting
harder, whimpering faster, her fingers now dancing in a
frenzy through Laura's hair, her hips twisting.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" she sighed, her head falling back, then
tilting up again as she insisted on watching Laura's mouth
and hands on her saliva-wet breasts.  "Oh . . . Laura!"
     
     "Oh, yes, baby . . . yes," Laura purred.  "I love your
beautiful body.  I want all of your beautiful body.  I want
to lick it . . . everywhere.  It's so beautiful.  I love
your smooth dark skin . . . I want to kiss it . . .
everywhere," she repeated softly, caressing Shaniqua's long
firm stomach, her sides, feeling the smooth ripple of her
ribcage under her fingertips, letting her hands descend
slowly lower, until they were caressing Shaniqua's long
slender thighs.
     
     "Oh . . . Laura!"
     
     "I want to kiss your secret places . . ." Laura
whispered, now trailing her lips across the marvelous smooth
plane of Shaniqua's taut belly.  "I want to kiss your lovely
pussy . . . do you want me to kiss your pussy?"
     
     "Oh god!" Shaniqua gasped.
     
     But this was not a 'no'.  It was more on the order of:
How will I be able to keep myself from exploding if you kiss
my pussy?
     
     Laura was eager to find out.  She was also unable to
tear herself away from each heavenly, black velvet inch of
Shaniqua's incredible flesh.  She brushed the warm skin of
Shaniqua's stomach and lower belly with her lips, sliding
them around the small patch of glistening black pubic hair
to her inner thigh, kissing it hungrily.  This allowed her
to gently push Shaniqua's thighs open farther, exposing the
dark treasure between them, a very long, thin slit, only now
beginning to glisten along the seam with shiny beads of
moisture.
     
     Since she had been preoccupied with dreams and visions
of Sara for days, it was impossible for Laura not to reflect
on how different Shaniqua's pussy was from Sara's, one so
thick and puffy and plump, the other this thin, very long
line that she had to coax open with the tips of her fingers.
But seeing the wet, red, squishy inner flesh slowly revealed
as she pulled Shaniqua's cunt lips apart was like having a
curtain pulled away and heaven itself exposed.
     
     "Oh god, you have such a beautiful pussy, Shaniqua,"
she said in hushed tones, slowly but deliberately sliding
her tongue forward, between the long, thin pussy lips and
into the warm, oozing, buttery pit.
     
     "Unhhh!" Shaniqua suddenly gasped, her body jerking
slightly but trying to remain calm as Laura carefully but
methodically began to enjoy her feast.  "Oh!" she whimpered.
     
     "Take it easy, darling . . . just relax," Laura purred
to her, now licking the long, blossoming slit from top to
bottom, then back up again, this time pulling up the tiny
hood at the top with her fingertips and exposing Shaniqua's
pretty little bullet-shaped clit, tenderly touching it with
the tip of her tongue.
     
     "Oh!" Shaniqua groaned again, her hips quaking almost
helplessly this time.
     
     "Oh, you're not going to come yet, no no," Laura
murmured.  "I want to enjoy this beautiful pussy for a long
time before you come."
     
     She glanced up to see Shaniqua biting her lower lip,
her face contorted in excruciating pleasure.  She held her
eyes for a second before Shaniqua's head plopped back down
on the mattress.
     
     For the next two minutes, Laura made love to Shaniqua's
exquisite pussy with elaborate skill and care, determined to
give her the absolute heights of sexual pleasure but not to
allow her to come too fast.  Shaniqua's beautiful, sleek
young body seemed marvelously responsive, very sensitive,
easily aroused, and so Laura was extra cautious, very aware
that the slightest overstepping on her part might bring on
an explosion that she wanted to postpone as long as she
could.
     
     "Mmmm, baby . . . do you want to come?" she teased
finally, feeling Shaniqua's entire body quiver with need.
     
     "Oh, god . . . yes!  But Laura . . . I can't ever come
this way, I should tell you," she panted, propping herself
up on her elbows and looking down at Laura's face between
her yawning thighs, giving Laura's eyes yet another chance
to devour her enchanting small breasts and now up-jutting,
taut black nipples.  "I've never been able to come this
way."
     
     Laura paused and smiled up at her.  "Until now, you
mean."
     
     Shaniqua smiled back, half-embarrassed.  "Even now.  I
feel . . . like I'm going to, but then I know I'm not, if
you know what I mean."
     
     Laura did know.  She understood that the most potent
sex organ was located between one's ears, as they saying
went.  I should have just swarmed over her and fucked her in
a whirlwind of hot hunger, as I wanted to do a few minutes
ago, she thought.
     
     It's just because nobody, no guy, ever knew how to lick
this gorgeous pussy before, darling, she wanted to tell
Shaniqua.  Auntie Laura knows just how to treat a hall-of-
fame juice box like this one, and I can have you doing the
Swiss yodel in thirty seconds, my dear.  I guarantee it.
     
     But suddenly another impulse swept through her mind and
body, and before she quite knew what she was doing, she had
slid her body up and slipped one leg under one of Shaniqua's
thighs.  Shaniqua was a little startled by this move too,
and though foggy with desire and sexual need, she gazed up
at Laura with wonder in her black eyes.
     
     "I want to feel my pussy against your beautiful cunt,"
Laura, now seized and shaken by the desire to do it,
explained to her.
     
     She didn't hesitate but pushed the frothing, inflamed
furrow of her own aching pussy directly against the long,
blossoming red seam of Shaniqua's, scissoring Shaniqua's
pelvis with her thighs and pumping in slow fuck-rhythm in
order to make Shaniqua feel every acute and thrilling
sensation of their wet, sensitive flesh sliding together.
Shaniqua's eyes rolled up.  Her body sagged, as if going
limp in submission to Laura's clearly loving aggression,
giving herself, her body, her pussy, everything to Laura's
increasingly eager hip thrusts.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . unhhh!" she grunted softly, now swirling
her pelvis up into Laura's thrusts.  "Oh yes!  Oh god . . .
Laura . . . I never . . ."
     
     But her moans quickly obliterated her words, and Laura
never knew what 'she never'.  She didn't care much either at
this moment, because now they were truly fucking, and the
feeling of Shaniqua's hot slit against hers was nearly
enough to send her into a delirium of frantic lust.
     
     "I just . . . want . . . to eat you alive," she panted
to Shaniqua, leaning forward, touching every part of the
girl's dark, smooth body that she could reach, wanting to
kiss her and suck her desperately at the same time that her
own groin pumped and gyrated into Shaniqua's.
     
     Remembering how she had nearly consumed Mavis by trib-
fucking her this way during their last time together, Laura
began grinding and pumping more vigorously, bringing
Shaniqua quickly along with her, slipping one hand down
between their mated groins and maneuvering her own and
Shaniqua's cunt lips open so that they could feel the
startling, hot slipperiness of their pussies sliding
together.  It was always an imperfect business, but with a
little ingenuity and effort you could make it supremely
intense and thrilling, and Laura was eager to go the whole
way with this delicious girl.
     
     The combination of Laura's effort and the sheer
intensity of the experience seemed to send both of them into
a slow, rhythmic, gyrating trance of serious fucking for
several minutes.  They didn't talk and didn't need to talk,
sunk instead in a deep, pulsating physical connection so
stirring that words and even panted endearments or playful
obscenities were superfluous.  Shaniqua was on her back, her
crotch locked tightly to Laura's, gasping and churning, her
small, exquisite breasts swirling and jiggling as Laura
pumped her more and more vigorously, while Laura was half-
sitting, propped on her long arms, unable to resist the
sight of the beautiful girl she was fucking, and also eager
to get the added leverage she could get by pushing with her
arms as well.
     
     From time to time Shaniqua's eyelids would flutter
open, and she would gaze into Laura's eyes with frantic
physical hunger, her facial expression making it very clear
that she had never known sexual pleasure quite this deep.
For Laura, the more they churned and slid their aching,
oozing cunts together, the more sexual frenzy she could feel
pouring through her own body and mind.  The feeling she had
had earlier that she should simply fling herself onto
Shaniqua and consume her in a savage white flame of passion
returned, and this time she knew the girl was aroused enough
to accept it willingly.
     
     And she realized that somehow the fire was catching,
for she could feel Shaniqua's body growing tenser and more
urgent too as it undulated and strained under the force of
Laura's grinding pelvis.
     
     "Oh honey . . ." Laura gasped.  "Are you going to come
now?"
     
     "Oh shit . . . I think so . . ." Shaniqua panted, her
lovely face screwed up in a tight grimace of need.  "Oh god,
Laura, I love it!  Do it harder!"
     
     Laura could control her burning hunger no longer.
Bending up and forward, she managed to shift her groin a
little so that she could press more of their bodies
together, still however grunting softly and swirling her
hips to rub her pussy more and more frantically against
Shaniqua's.  This new position brought her pubic bone up and
actually made her exposed clit mash into Shaniqua's, which
both felt instantly.  It was as if an electrical charge shot
through their bodies.
     
     Shaniqua sagged a little, and whimpered, but Laura
quickly grabbed her, pressing her own hot flesh against the
limp girl and fucking her now in a wild frenzy, rubbing
their pulsing clits together, squeezing Shaniqua's exquisite
small naked breasts roughly in her hands, gasping to her,
knowing both were on the edge of a killer climax, one that
just might grip them at the same instant.
     
     "Oh . . . I want to eat you alive!" she panted heavily,
sliding her arms under Shaniqua's back, half-lifting her
torso and jamming her own cunt into the girl's streaming
slit repeatedly, violently, grunting and gasping in a fiery
clench of incredible desire.
     
     "Oh yes . . . Laura . . . oh yes!  Unghh!  Oh!  Unghh!"
Shaniqua gasped back to her, trying to match the frenzy of
Laura's frantic hip thrusts with her own.
     
     "Oh Shaniqua . . . you are so . . . beautiful!" Laura
panted, suddenly feeling a hot stab of even more intense
excitement deep inside her cunt, knowing that the moment was
near.
     
     Oh god, I'm going to come before she does! Laura
panicked.
     
     "Annggh!  Oh!  Oh Laura . . ."
     
     "Come with me, baby!" Laura chanted, bending even
closer to her, doing a kind of contortionist hairpin lean
forward that surprised even her.  "Come with me . . . come
with me now!"
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Shaniqua whimpered helplessly.  "Yes!
Ungghhh!  Yes!"
     
     From this second on they were both enveloped in a hot,
throbbing haze that swirled around their straining, flexing
bodies and wrenched them simultaneously.  Laura quickly came
so hard that she could only barely perceive through her
shocking spasms that Shaniqua was coming too, in her arms,
quaking and groaning.
     
     "Awwonnnggg . . . ahnngghhiieeee!" Shaniqua cried out,
arching her body, quivering helplessly as one wracking spasm
after another shook her lean body.
     
     "Aunnngghhhh!" Laura groaned.  "Oh honey . . . oh!
Honey!  Unngghh!  Aunngghhh!" she groaned again, her body
riven by sharp shocks of killing pleasure.
     
     "Oh, Laura!" Shaniqua moaned, going limp in Laura's
arms, then stiffening again as another orgasmic quake
gripped her.  "Onngghhmmnnggiieee!"
     
     Finally, the worst (or the best) passed, and they lay
side by side, stretching out now to relieve the cramped
muscles of their legs, cooing and panting, quivering with
aftershocks.  Laura, still thrilled by this moment,
unwilling to let it pass, ran her hands all over Shaniqua's
smooth naked body.  She dipped one hand again into
Shaniqua's crotch, rubbing her slippery wet pussy gently but
insistently, trying to give her perhaps one last jolt.  At
the same time she kissed her cheek fervently.
     
     Shaniqua smiled at her, still half-stunned by the ride.
She gently undulated her hips, swirling her pussy up into
Laura's hand as if it were the most natural thing in the
world.
     
     "You trying to make me come again, you devil?" she
asked.
     
     "I'm not a devil," Laura shook her head, wide-eyed.
"I'm your fairy godmother here to take you to paradise.
Again and again."
     
     Shaniqua squinted, and her eyes rolled up briefly.
"You keep that up, and it's gonna happen," she grinned.  "I
never came like that."
     
     "You mean by rubbing your pussy against another
girl's?"
     
     Shaniqua laughed softly, sexily.  "That too.  But I
mean so sudden . . . so quick.  So . . . unexpected."
     
     "I knew you were going to come," Laura purred.  "I knew
it.  I could feel it in your body.  Anyway, it wasn't
unexpected.  We were doing it for about five minutes before
we both came.  That's a long time for me."
     
     "Not for me," Shaniqua admitted.  "Sometimes it takes
me twenty minutes.  My boyfriend really gets pissed.  He
hates waiting that long.  Usually he has to go ahead and
finish, then bring me along behind him.  He hates that."
     
     "Let's not talk about him," Laura said, firmly.
     
     "Oh, I'm sorry," Shaniqua said, embarrassed.  "I didn't
mean to bring him up, really.  Sex with him is nothing like
. . . what we just did together.  Wow.  Like I said, I never
came like that."
     
     She leaned closer to Laura, brushing her lips against
Laura's bare shoulder.
     
     "And not just the quickness, either," she whispered.
"It was stupendous."
     
     "Does that mean you'd like to do it again?" Laura
teased, stretching languidly beside her, rubbing their naked
bodies together.
     
     Shaniqua nodded solemnly.  "I want you to know that I
can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times
I've come more than once with a guy.  I just can't seem to
get it going the second time."  She smiled and brushed her
enchanting bangs aside self-consciously with the fingers of
one hand.  "But with you . . . somehow I think I could.
You're different.  You're special."
     
     "I'm so glad you think so."
     
     "There's one way I always come, though," Shaniqua, who
was something of a chatterbox, chattered on.
     
     Laura tilted her head sympathetically and smiled.
"Tell me?"
     
     "From behind.  You know, doggy style.  Somehow it
lights my fire.  I come.  I can't help it."
     
     Laura listened with interest.
     
     "I was thinking," Shaniqua continued.  "Remember that
ex-boyfriend I told you about?  The one who had all the
porno magazines lying around?  Some of the girls in those
pictures had these . . . you know, fake cocks with harness
thingees.  Have you got anything like that?"
     
     Now Laura embraced her, burying her face in the
delicious girl's long, black neck, nuzzling her mercilessly,
dropping her hands to Shaniqua's incredible ass, which she
had been too busy to visit so far but which she could
immediately tell was in the masterpiece class.
     
     "Oh, you darling creature," Laura giggled, nuzzling her
neck and pinching her smooth ass cheeks, "do you want me to
fuck you doggy style with my strap-on dildo?"
     
     "Oh shit . . . yesssss," Shaniqua gasped, shivering and
wriggling as Laura playfully tormented her.  "You do have
one?  Will you do it?"
     
     Laura played coy for a second.  "I guess you could
twist my arm."
     
     Now Shaniqua turned sensual and kittenish, rubbing her
warm smooth flesh against Laura like a cat wanting to be
scratched and petted.  "I'm kind of new at this," she
murmured, kissing Laura's cheek, "but I think I could return
the favor."
     
     Laura could hardly believe they had been fucking and
climaxing only a few minutes ago, so overcome was she at
this moment by a hot rush of fierce sexual desire for this
enchanting girl.  She took Shaniqua's face in both hands and
kissed her mouth ravenously.  Now that the cat-and-mouse was
behind them and they had shared a scorching meltdown of
shared orgasms, Shaniqua was no longer shy either, and she
kissed Laura back hungrily, squeezing Laura's ass, running
her hands up to Laura's breasts.
     
     "I don't think it's going to take me very long,
either," she panted in Laura's ear.  "I'm getting pretty
hot.  Where do you keep that thing?  Better get it quick."
     
     But Laura was so enchanted by Shaniqua's long, smooth,
sinuous dark body that she couldn't tear herself away from
it, even long enough to go to the drawer and retrieve the
strap-on dildo.  Now that she knew what was in the future,
she intended to enjoy Shaniqua's body thoroughly first.
     
     "I want to kiss the little one again," she murmured,
dropping her mouth to Shaniqua's perfect little breasts.  "I
didn't get enough of it last time."
     
     At first Shaniqua began to giggle softly, but almost
immediately the giggles turned to moans as Laura slurped and
sucked her smaller nipple into her mouth.  It's really not
that much smaller, Laura thought, swirling her tongue around
the silky wet bud and feeling it stiffen.  Only a little
smaller.  And very flavorful.  I could swallow it.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn!  You really like them, don't you," Shaniqua
gasped, giggling, then moaning, then giggling again as she
looked down at her black, shiny nipple disappearing into
Laura's mouth.  "Oh shit, Laura, that feels good!"
     
     As she sucked, pulling some of Shaniqua's firm breast
into her mouth along with the thickening nipple, Laura again
ran her hands down to the girl's delightfully out-curved
rump, kneading the firm balls of her smooth ass, tickling
the crack between them with her fingertips.  "Oh god, you
have a beautiful ass," she whispered, letting Shaniqua's
shiny wet nipple, now erect and pointing, out of her mouth
for a brief second.
     
     Shaniqua gave her a pleased smile.  "Most people like
it."
     
     "I love it.  I want to kiss it . . . and bite it . . .
and suck it."
     
     Seductively, Shaniqua lifted her other breast toward
Laura's mouth with her hand.  "Suck this one first.  God, I
love the way you do that.  You suck so much harder than most
guys.  And longer, too."
     
     Delirious with renewed lust, Laura moved her mouth to
Shaniqua's other, slightly larger nipple and began to tongue
and suck it hungrily.
     
     "Oh!  Ahnnnnnn . . . oh yes!  Unhhhhh!  Oh god, yes!"
Shaniqua whimpered.
     
     Now Laura dug her fingers into the resilient, springy
round flesh of Shaniqua's fantastic bottom.  "I want to fuck
you," Laura panted, again letting Shaniqua's wet, shiny
black nipple slip out of her mouth for a moment.  "I want to
fuck you . . . like you said . . . from behind.  I can't
wait.  I need to fuck you."
     
     "God, you make me hot," Shaniqua confessed, panting and
squirming now herself.  "Yes . . . do me.  Do me quick.  I
think I can come so fast.  You're getting me so hot."
     
     In a flash Laura was off the bed and dashing to the
bureau, where she quickly opened the drawer and retrieved
the strap-on dildo and harness.  She hopped back on the bed
with it, quickly slipping on the harness, holding the shaft
in one hand.  Though her eyes were glazed and her body fluid
with sexual energy and need, Shaniqua reached out one long,
slender black finger and ran it along the ridges.
     
     "Oooohhhh, let me see it!" she gasped.  "It looks so .
. . wicked.  I bet those feel wonderful!"
     
     Laura dropped the shaft, letting it bob between her
hips, and took Shaniqua's lovely face in both hands, kissing
her again solemnly, a preliminary to the scorching sex she
knew was about to take place.  It was a romantic, slow, wet
kiss, with lots of tongue and meaningless murmuring, during
which the simmering lust they both felt seemed to swell to
unmanageable levels.
     
     Without speaking, Shaniqua broke off the kiss and
settled fluidly to the mattress, face down, her fantastic
ass uptilted to Laura.  The puckered, swollen seam of her
wet pussy, glimmering red and shiny, was visible below the
beautiful dark moons of her buttocks.  Laura could not keep
her hands off them.  She ran her fingers over the resilient,
smooth flesh, squeezing the moons, pinching them, then
scooting back so she could bend her face down to them.  She
licked the firm moons of Shaniqua's perfect bottom
sensually, then kissed them hungrily, and ended up by
nipping each one in a passionate, feverish assault.
     
     This treatment drove Shaniqua completely wild.  Looking
back over her shoulder at Laura love-mauling her high, round
ass cheeks, she whimpered and moaned continuously, biting
her lower lip, whooping as Laura's fingers and tongue
detoured briefly into the dark crease between her moons.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god!  Fuck me, Laura . . . I can't wait!" she
whooped.  "Please . . . fuck me now . . . please!"
     
     It was impossible for Laura to keep the thought of
fucking this delicious girl in her ass out of her mind, but
the urgency they both felt at this instant made any
deviation superfluous.  Doing that would only deflect them
from satisfying this incredible need they both felt.  It
would take oil, and preparation, and patience, and going
slowly.  Neither of them could tolerate going slowly at this
instant.  Shaniqua needed to be fucked, and Laura needed to
fuck her.
     
     "Yes, honey . . . yes, honey . . ." Laura panted,
quickly rising and getting into position on her knees behind
her.
     
     Resting one hand on one of Shaniqua's delectable black
moons, and captivated momentarily by the striking contrast
of her own pale skin against the girl's delicious sleek
black ass, with the other hand Laura guided the ridged shaft
of the dildo up to the swollen, inflamed mouth of Shaniqua's
beautiful, distended cunt.  Carefully, she introduced the
thick head of it between the long, curvy, shiny wet black
lips of Shaniqua's gaping slit, sliding it into the
glistening dark pink slippery flesh between them.
     
     "Auungghhhhhhh!" Shaniqua groaned as the entire shaft
slid into her body.  "Oh yes!  Oh Jesus!"
     
     Laura, though pushing slowly, slid the pole into
Shaniqua as far as it would go, until, looking down, she
could see barely an inch of it protruding.  Shaniqua seemed
to be in a blissful state, cooing and gurgling softly, then
panting as Laura's fingers began to rub and massage and
squeeze her ass cheeks while she pulled the shaft out again,
though not all the way.  As long as they were both moving
this slowly, there was no need for her to grasp it with her
fingers, to hold or steady it.  Shaniqua was very wet, and
the dildo slid in and out of her slippery pussy easily,
leaving Laura free with her hands to caress and rub the
girl's marvelous ass at the same time that she fucked her.
     
     She took the time to lean forward over Shaniqua,
kissing her long naked back, nuzzling her shoulder blades
and nipping the nape of her neck, even breathing hotly in
her ear.  "Oh baby, you are so gorgeous," she panted, not
even moving her hips, leaving the shaft sunk deep in
Shaniqua's writhing body as she made love to her back and
her shoulders, then dropped her hands once more to the
small, firm black melons of her ass.
     
     "Oh!  Ungghh!" Shaniqua gasped as again Laura withdrew
the dildo, holding it this time with two fingers to make
sure it did not come completely out, then pushed it back in
harder, and deeper.
     
     "Do you like it?" Laura panted softly, realizing how
frantically aroused both of them were already.
     
     This isn't going to last long, she thought.  She was
right.  It really fans her flames.  Look at the way she's
swooping her ass back into me.
     
     "Oh shit . . . Laura . . . yes!  Oh!"  She looked back
over her shoulder, her face grimacing with sexual pleasure.
"Do it . . . deeper.  Please.  I can take it."
     
     Smiling, Laura ran her hands up again to the backs of
Shaniqua's shoulders, grasping them, massaging them, holding
her there while ramming the dildo into her harder and
deeper.  "Mmmm, you want me to fuck you hard, don't you,"
she purred, now gyrating her hips more vigorously.
     
     "Ungghh!  Ungghh!" Shaniqua grunted, her eyes rolling
up as the thrusts grew more passionate and fierce.  "Oh god,
yes!"
     
     Without holding the dildo in her hand, Laura didn't
dare to really let things rip, but for the moment she leaned
forward and down over Shaniqua's back, pressing her own
naked breasts into the smooth, warm expanse of it, nipping
her shoulders with her teeth, and wiggling her hips every so
slightly so that Shaniqua could feel the long shaft moving
inside the wet, snug sheath of her cunt.  Tiny excited
whimpering came from deep in Shaniqua's chest as she pushed
her ass up and back into Laura's strokes.
     
     She began to writhe and squirm under Laura as the
sexual flame in them both grew hotter.  Laura was thrilled
to feel the transformation of Shaniqua from a coy, self-
conscious girl into a real wanton fuck bunny, who quivered
and flexed her marvelous young body and beseeched Laura to
devour and ravish her with sweet fucking.
     
     "Oh!  Harder . . . unghhh!  Yes!  Harder, Laura!  Ohhhh
. . . Laura!  Unghh!  Deeper, yes!  Fuck me . . . deeper!
Ungghh!  Oh Laur-"
     
     Quickly, overcome by the hot, hammering lust in her own
body too, Laura pulled herself up and began screwing the
darling Shaniqua in earnest.  With the fingers of her right
hand, still steadying herself by holding Shaniqua's smooth,
beautiful black ass with her left, she grasped the strap-on
dildo securely and rammed it up into Shaniqua's clinging
cunt, pushing it in so far that she could barely keep her
fingers in contact with it as her thighs nudged up against
the moons of Shaniqua's bottom.  She repeated this plunging
motion three or four more times, and Shaniqua seemed to come
positively unglued.
     
     She did know her own body, and did know she would more
easily climax this way, and Laura was now thoroughly
convinced.  Shaniqua seemed to fall into some frothing,
maniacal delirium, scrunching her knees forward on the
mattress to uptilt her cunt even more to Laura's thrusts.
And this made the dildo ram into her body even deeper, so
that with each thrust she yelped and whinnied and began to
pump backward even faster.
     
     "Ungghmmmnniieee!  Ungghh!  Yes!  Ungghhh!  Mnnggiieee!
Oh!  Yes!  Oh fuck, Laura, yes!  Oh shit . . . I'm . . . I'm
going to do it!  Oh!"
     
     Laura was equally caught up in the hot maelstrom and
complied by stabbing the strap-on deeper into Shaniqua's
uptilted cunt each time, ramming it deep, rising up over her
quivering ass and sinking the thick, rippling rod as far as
it would go into the girl's flowing pussy.  Oh, you
beautiful thing! she thought, running her free hand along
Shaniqua's flexible waist, then back down to her ass, then
dipping two fingers between Shaniqua's cheeks to lightly
caress her little pinched-closed asshole.
     
     For her part, Shaniqua went wild, even wilder than
before, and turned-to Laura's shock and deep delight-into a
real screamer.  Before she even had an orgasm, she was
screaming and wailing and thrashing around under Laura like
a person being murdered by pleasure.  Never had Laura been
so happy to be in her new, soundproof place, where
Shaniqua's piercing shouts and shrieks could not be
overheard.
     
     "Onngghhnnggiieeee!  Ohhhnngg!  Unghh!  Laura . . . yes
ungghhh!  Aunngghhiieee!  Onnggmmmhnniiee!" Shaniqua
screamed, twisting and clenching under Laura's hammering
dildo-cock, whimpering, whinnying, then unleashing another
cascade of shrieks.
     
     " Onngghhnnggiieeee! Aunngghhiieee!  Onnggmmmhnniiee!"
     
     "Yes . . . baby . . . yes, baby!" Laura chuffed,
panting wildly herself, holding the wet dildo tighter with
her fingers so that it would not slip out, fucking Shaniqua
heatedly, fiercely, passionately, feeling her own pussy
flame and throb and give every hint of going off by itself
without any more help than this frantic plunging she was
doing.
     
     And then, paradoxically, when Shaniqua actually did
come, the screams stopped for a few seconds, completely
throttled and chopped off by a shattering climax that stole
any breath she had left in her exhausted lungs.  Her body
made a huge, violent jerk back and upward into Laura, then
exploded into sharp spasms as she lay under Laura, wheezing
and gurgling.  Finally, she found her breath again and let
out another horrific, though ecstatic, scream.
     
     "Unggghhh!  Ommmngghiimmnnieeeeeee!" she wailed,
grimacing sharply, her body again jackknifing back and up
into Laura as another fierce shock struck her.
     
     Holy shit, Laura thought, clinging desperately to
Shaniqua's beautiful, thrashing body, trying to make sure
the strap-on dildo did not come out.  This girl comes like
it was the end of the world.  She is so gorgeous.  She's not
even finished yet.
     
     And it was true.  Even though the shockwaves became
less pronounced, Shaniqua was still hit by them repeatedly
as she lay whimpering and gasping under Laura, her smooth
flesh quivering uncontrollably, until finally, minutes
later, they waned enough for Laura to push herself up and
slowly begin extracting the thick shaft from Shaniqua's
thoroughly pleasured cunt.
     
     Shaniqua moaned the whole time until it was completely
out.  "Ohhhhhh god, Laura, how am I going to live without
you?" she smiled, her face still blasted and stunned by
ecstasy.  "I never came like that before.  God, the ridges
on that thing are killer."
     
     Slipping gracefully out of the harness and wiping the
dildo off on the edge of the sheet, Laura stretched out
beside her and kissed her back and shoulders, stroking the
smooth black skin with her fingertips, since Shaniqua was
still lying face down on the mattress.
     
     "Tell you what," she murmured.  "I'll get you one just
like it.  My gift."
     
     "It won't be the same," Shaniqua pouted playfully, now
looking up.  "I need you driving it from behind.  God, you
fuck just like a man.  Better than a man.  You know just
when to go slow and go fast."
     
     Laura had heard so many times, from so many others, how
great were the orgasms she delivered that she had begun to
discount it as an effusion of the moment, caused by an
especially acute and thrilling pleasure.  She knew a lot
could go into making up the sum quality of a particular
orgasm, and she didn't want to take credit for more than she
deserved, although she was entirely devoted to making each
current lover have the best one attainable at the moment.
     
     "Thank you," she murmured to Shaniqua, still kissing
and rubbing her.
     
     Shaniqua, now relaxed and satiated, coiled together
with her, and soon was returning the favor, as she had put
it.  Laura helped her into the harness, and a few seconds
later was being deliciously fucked missionary style by the
beautiful girl, culminating in a rhapsodic orgasm during
which she was sure she screamed almost as loudly as Shaniqua
had.
     
     "You know," Shaniqua confessed in a whisper before they
fell asleep side by side in Laura's bed, "I think I might
have to dump that boyfriend of mine when I get back to
Dallas.  This is just too good.  Nothing like this with him,
no siree.  I think I have to move here so I can get this on
a steady basis."
     
     Laura smiled in the dark, having just snuffed out the
candle.  "I think there are plenty of women in Dallas who'd
be glad to devote their attentions to this lovely body," she
said, caressing and stroking and kissing Shaniqua's flesh
affectionately.
     
     "You know, I don't have to leave until Wednesday
morning.  If you don't have to go to Cleveland on Tuesday,
we've still got at least two more days to do this."
     
     She sounded to Laura like a little child let loose in a
toy store.
     
     "Plus," Shaniqua added, "you were going to find out if
there are any jobs I can transfer to."
     
     Laura smiled again and kissed her, trying not to feel
any anxiety in the back of her mind about Sara's return.  "I
won't know until tomorrow if I have to go," she murmured,
now in the darkness becoming aroused all over again and
brushing her lips across Shaniqua's lovely face, inhaling
the fresh, rich odor of sex on her body, the sex they had
just shared, the hot fucking.  "But I promise I will check
about the job.  First thing in the morning."
     
     Shaniqua was silent for a moment, which gave Laura more
chance to kiss and caress her.  "Mmmm, you're getting me all
tingly again, Laura.  But if you want to know the truth, I'm
a little tired.  And my pussy is a little tender.  Can we
make love again in the morning instead?"
     
     Laura grinned and nuzzled her smooth cheek.  "Only if
you promise me we can.  I haven't had enough of this lovely
body yet."
     
     Even in the dark, Laura could sense how flattered
Shaniqua was.  "Am I as pretty as your other girl friends?"
     
     Laura nibbled her ear.  "Honey, you put the rest of
them in the shade."
     
     Shaniqua giggled softly, pleasantly, a very fetching
giggle.  "You're just saying that because you like my big
nipple and my little nipple."
     
     "Mmmm, I sure do," Laura whispered, dropping her head,
descending toward Shaniqua's breasts with her mouth.
     
     But Shaniqua pulled her face up again.  "Now now.  You
said we could wait.  I'm a little sleepy.  Just hold me like
this and kiss me good night.  Okay?"
     
     Laura fluffed Shaniqua's enchanting bangs across her
forehead with the fingers of one hand.  The deep darkness
that had enveloped them after she had snuffed out the candle
had given way now to a dimness that made it a little easier
to see.
     
     "Okay," she whispered back.  "In the morning, though,
before work, I am going to take you to paradise at least
twice."
     
     "Oh shit . . ." Shaniqua half-gasped, "I can hardly
wait."
     
     
     
     
     
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