                              

     Chapter 281
     
     
     
     
     "Mmnngggg . . . oh god, yes!  Just that way!  Unngghh!"
Sara groaned.
     
     She was on top with her palms planted on the mattress
on either side of Laura's head, her own head thrown back,
eyes shut, lips parted, her breath hard and quick, her moans
long and laced with fierce sensual pleasure.  Laura, on her
back, held the strap-on dildo secure with one hand and with
the other eagerly fondled Sara's magnificent dangling
breasts, first guiding one swollen, glimmering dark nipple
into her mouth, sucking and mauling it hungrily, then
switching to the other and doing the same.
     
     They had already been at it for five minutes or so and
were still in no hurry, having sunk into a slow, smoldering,
sensitive rhythm that gave each of them the deep, lasting
pleasure they wanted out of this moment.  It was late on
Saturday night, and they had already been fucking off and on
since Friday evening.
     
     By Saturday night they were usually so exhausted that
they often just curled up in each other's arms and fell
asleep.  The difference this time was that while they were
out, eating dinner, going to a movie, Sara had fallen into a
pensive mood and actually brought up a subject they usually
avoided.
     
     Laura had a lot of time to reflect on it while she
slowly and sensually sucked Sara's gorgeous large wet
nipples.  If I had nipples like these, I would be home
sucking them myself all the time, she thought.
     
     As they were leaving the movie theater, Sara had
casually asked, though clearly she had been pondering the
subject, "Do you ever wish that we could see each other more
often?"
     
     This was not an unusual question for Laura, since she
often felt a desperate need to see Sara during the week,
when they had a tacit agreement to let each other alone.  On
the other hand, when she was not desperately longing for
Sara she was instead in bed fucking like a gluttonous little
pig with Amber, or Dawn, or Jane, or Joy, or now Brad, or
somebody else.  This contradiction worried her, but she was
also unable to ignore her true feelings, and she blurted
out,  "God, yes, sometimes I die to see you before Friday."
     
     Their eyes caught, right there on the sidewalk, and a
crackling electrical current passed between them.  Laura's
mind raced back through the sex they had had since the
preceding evening and realized they had both had about six
or seven orgasms apiece and should feel satisfied.  But
clearly they were about to tear each other's clothes off
right there in front of the movie theater.
     
     "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sara grinned.
     
     "I think I am."
     
     Sara made a seriously hilarious face.  "I didn't mean
it that way, you know," she said, crossing her eyes, "but
somehow I think I mean it now.  Let's go home and-"
     
     Laura cut her off, almost crumpled up with laughter at
the face.  "Don't say it.  I don't want you saying to me in
advance what I'm going to do to you."  She grabbed Sara's
hand and playfully dragged her toward the corner.  "I'm
going to devour you."
     
     "You're a sex fiend," Sara giggled as they got inside
the door of her apartment, where they were staying this
weekend.
     
     Laura was already undressing her.  "That's exactly what
I am, and you're going to get the worst I have to offer,
darling."
     
     "Or the best?"
     
     On the bed in Sara's bedroom was the strap-on dildo,
which Laura had brought with her and which they had fully
intended to use but had not got around to yet.  Sara pointed
to it.
     
     "I want that.  I want you to lay on your back and let
me be on top for once."
     
     "You want to fuck me?" Laura asked demurely, putting
her fingers to her throat.  "Poor little me?"
     
     Sara made another face, though it was not as
hysterically funny as the one she had made in front of the
movie theater.  "No, I want you to wear it but let me be on
top.  Get it, dodo?"
     
     And that was how they had arrived at this position.  As
neither one was in any rush, they had been panting and
grinding like this for a long time.  Laura knew from
experience that Sara came easily when she was on top like
this, dildo or no dildo, and so she must either be somewhat
sexually desensitized from all their earlier fucking or she
was exerting phenomenal self-control to delay her certain
orgasm.
     
     They were also so connected emotionally at the moment
that Laura could feel the love flowing through their flesh,
knitting them together, like a low-level magnetic current.
Occasionally she felt this suspension of time, especially
with Sara, as if they were immersed in a singular dimension
where nothing existed but their bodies rubbing in rhythm and
their minds singing together in the ecstasy of having each
other.
     
     "Unhhh . . . unhhhh!" Sara panted softly, gnawing her
full lower lip now, slowly pulling her groin up so that the
wet shaft slid out of it, then slowly lowering her pelvis
again so that it rode back up deep into her clasping pussy.
     
     Laura knew that this was the way to make your pussy
feel each ridge on the dildo as it slid across the wet,
sensitive inner flesh of your slit.  She knew it could drive
you wild, as it was doing to Sara, and yet Sara still didn't
accelerate her movement, still kept iron control over her
need to go frenzied with sexual gyrations.  Laura watched
her, rapt with fascination, holding Sara's saliva-wet,
dangling breasts in her hands, sucking her big glossy
nipples from time to time and wondering how long it would be
before Sara simply gave in and came in a killing, wrenching
finish.
     
     She knew it couldn't be long.  Sara was controlling it
very well, but her breathing was getting harsher, and her
soft little grunts and groans more helpless.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!" she gasped, her eyes finally fluttering
open.
     
     There was a desperate glint in her eye, the kind you
got just before you erupted in a hot seizure of coming, and
she looked down at Laura's lips on one of her swollen, wet
nipples, now not so black as in some light, but more burnt
umber and covered with small bumps.  Laura saw her looking
and purposely sucked the large wet bulb hard, sucking the
whole thing and part of Sara's breast too into her mouth.
     
     "Unnhhh . . . oh god!" Sara gasped, throwing her head
back again.
     
     She held her breast in one hand and pushed it into
Laura's face, now moving her undulating hips more
forcefully, fucking herself more rapidly on the dildo.
     
     "Unhhh . . . unhhhh!"
     
     "Honey, you're going to come," Laura said softly,
releasing the bulbous, shiny, wet nipple.
     
     "Unnnhh . . . unhhhh . . ." Sara nodded, now slumping
forward so that her face came close to Laura's, reaching
Laura's ear with her lips, breathing warm, rapid breath and
chanting into Laura's ear at the same time.  "I love you,
Laura.  God, I've never loved you so much as I do tonight!
Unnhhh!  Ohnnnn!  I . . . just love you.  I can't help it."
     
     "I love you too, Sara," Laura whispered back, looking
up at her almost worshipfully, bursting with love.
     
     Usually it was Laura who could not control the impulse
to blurt out her fierce, undying love for Sara.  At first
she had often done it at inappropriate moments: eating out
together, walking along the street, talking on the phone.
When she finally got control of this, she still could not
stop herself from whimpering it during sex, almost
constantly.  Sara's only response to this, from time to
time, was the wry and caustic: "Don't adore me, just fuck
me, darling."
     
     Sara was much more restrained and rarely blurted it out
uncontrollably, as she was doing now.  And yet Laura well
knew there were times when you just had to.  Holding it in
could only work so long, and her own heart flooded with
happiness as she felt Sara yielding to this need to let it
out.  She was so touched by it that she could feel a future
orgasm awakening in her own body now, a distant swelling and
throbbing, which had not been there before, so intent had
she been on her task of being the cherished one on whom this
delightful and passionate woman was bringing herself to a
crushing bliss.
     
     Sara never recovered from this moment.  No sooner had
she confessed this to Laura than her body gave a violent
shudder, and a sexual climax of huge dimensions began to
rock her.  This one seemed to rip and rend her down to her
toes.
     
     "Ahhnnggnnieeee . . . ahhnnggnnieeee . . .
ahhnnggnnieeee . . . " she whinnied hysterically into
Laura's ear, her spastic fingers clutching Laura's flesh
frantically, her pelvis twitching, still plunging up and
down on the dildo that Laura held valiantly steady with one
hand. "Ahhnnggnnieeee . . . ahhnnggnnieeee . . .
ahhnnggnnieeee . . . "
     
     Laura held her, Laura kissed her, Laura murmured to
her, Laura undulated her own body under Sara's surging flesh
to match each convulsion, feeling a kind of bliss of her own
that even her strong love for Sara had never matched before.
When the worst spasms had ripped through Sara, she began to
quiver and twitch and coo, and Laura clasped her tightly,
rolling her to the side and caressing her flesh and
murmuring to her still, now kissing her face, though not her
mouth since Sara was still panting, her breath ragged and
labored.
     
     In all their time together, Laura had never seen her
come this hard or this long.  Even after her climax had
clearly waned, Sara did not open her eyes and was still
breathing rapidly.  She clung tightly to Laura.  When she
did finally open them, she was completely clear-eyed and
sane and spoke quietly, her dark brown eyes big and shiny.
     
     "Sometimes I wish I had never met you because you make
me love you so much," she said softly.
     
     Laura, feeling a definite role switch, temporary though
it might be, chucked her under the chin with two fingers.
"Does this mean I can adore you now instead of just . . .
you know?"
     
     Sara broke into a grin that communicated not only her
acknowledgment of what Laura was saying but also the
resonance of the ferocious, body shattering orgasm she had
just experienced.  "I . . . guess I can't stop you now, can
I."
     
     Laura finally and carefully extracted the ribbed dildo
from Sara's pussy.  She slipped out of the harness.  "I want
to adore you while you fuck me senseless," she purred.  "I'm
very envious."
     
     Sara smiled calmly and reached out for Laura again,
pulling her closer, so that their naked breasts mashed
happily together again and their mouths could easily touch.
"Give me a few minutes, okay?" she asked, almost shyly.
"I've never loved anyone like this.  It . . . takes a lot
out of me."  An unexpected tear began to roll down one of
her dark brown cheeks.  "I don't know what happened.  I just
. . . all of a sudden, I felt this horrible, wrenching love
for you.  I still feel it.  I don't know what came over me."
     
     Laura kissed the tear to stop it, and continued kissing
the smooth cheek, then Sara's soft, pillowy lips.  "I don't
know why either.  But I couldn't be happier," she murmured.
     
     They kissed and whispered and dozed this way for
another half hour before Sara's physical and emotional
energies began to revive.  Finally, Laura got her way.
Insisting that they follow the same script, she mounted Sara
in the same way Sara had earlier mounted her, and they again
took the slow ascent to the top, their eyes locked together,
their bodies smoldering with even more love this time, since
it had been so freely and helplessly confessed.  When Laura
finally came it was like the end of the world.
     
     This weekend, she knew, and Sara knew, had all the
signs of a milestone in their relationship.  They had been
in love for months and thoroughly enjoyed each other's
company every weekend, but this last Saturday night had
unaccountably overwhelmed them both with an intensity of
physical and emotional passion neither had anticipated.  On
Sunday evening they were reluctant to part, clinging to each
other with almost embarrassing fervor.
     
     And even though they had confessed to one another their
need to see each other more often, they were both somehow
spooked by this strong outpouring of emotion that had taken
them both by surprise, and they actually took precautions to
avoid each other, both of them needing some time to digest
their feelings and come to terms with Saturday night.
     
     Fortunately for Laura, Amber Grant was back in town
from her little jaunt to Vail and wanted to see her.
     
     "Did you miss me?" she asked Laura over the phone, very
upbeat and crisp, but also clearly affectionate.
     
     "You know I did."
     
     "Did you get the bracelet?"
     
     "You know I did.  It's gorgeous.  It was so sweet of
you.  I wear it all the time."
     
     "All the time?"
     
     Laura paused and giggled softly at the implication
Amber was making.  "Most of the time."
     
     "Good.  I'm dying to see how it looks on you.  I want
to see how you look when you're wearing nothing but the
bracelet.  Take the rest of the afternoon off and come over
here.  You want me to send a taxi for you?"
     
     "Whoa, wait a minute there.  I'm not rich like you, I
have to work.  I have to keep my job."
     
     "Oh, Laura, you're so tiresome.  I have plenty of money
for both of us.  And about seventeen others too.  Why are
you so worried?"
     
     "I'm not.  I like my job.  And I do have to keep it.  I
can't just be the plaything of a rich girl.  What if you get
tired of me?"
     
     Amber sighed as if annoyed.  "When can you come over?"
     
     "How about five-thirty?"
     
     Amber sighed again.  "I guess I can play with my kitty
till you get here."
     
     "I didn't know you had a cat.  I didn't see it when I
was there."  Laura let a little wry twist into her voice.
     
     "The hell you didn't, girl.  You buried your pretty
face right in it.  I'll be waiting.  Dying to see you.
Really."  She hung up.
     
     It wasn't exactly easy to return to work after this
conversation.  Laura's feelings, already in a turmoil over
Sara, were immediately sent into a delicious but troublesome
flux by the sound of Amber's voice, her easy banter, and her
obvious affection.  Here were two women she adored but in
completely different ways.  Amber and she had a clear
understanding that neither of them was a threat to the
other's long-term, deeper relationship-with their respective
'sweetie pies,' as Amber liked to call Sara and her own
lover, whatever her name was-and that they served each
other's needs in way that need not interfere with their more
emotional commitments.
     
     But it wasn't easy for Laura simply to put her deep
feelings for Sara off in a pocket somewhere, locked up
securely where they could never leak out until she wanted
them to, while she frolicked in Amber's bed.  She would
always feel a little guilty, though she was aware that this
provided some of the spice that enlivened her frequent
straying.  Also, she felt less of it with Jane, or Dawn, or
Joy, for example, than with Amber, probably because Amber
too was 'cheating,' in a way, and they were bonded together
not only by their physical lust, which was irresistible, but
also by a muted conspiratorial thrill that made them feel
kinky and naughty and wickedly happy.
     
     But once Laura convinced herself to think no longer of
Sara, she could think of nothing else but Amber.  Her long,
black, slender body, darker by far than Sara's, very lean.
The gorgeous and alluring tattoo around her delicious navel.
Her amazing long tongue, of which she was so proud, which
she would insert in every orifice of your body, if you
didn't watch out.  Her magnificent dark puffy nipples, her
long wet pink gash of slippery pussy that Laura so hungered
to taste again.
     
     By the time she got to the Fontana at about six, she
was in a low simmer of happy lechery.  The only thing that
puzzled her was that there were two Fontanas instead of one,
something she had neglected to notice when she had been
driven there by Amber the first time.  She must've come
another way, then darted into the underground garage, and I
really didn't see where she went, Laura reasoned.  She
parked in a white zone and called Amber on her cell phone.
     
     "Are you Fontana East or Fontana West?" she asked.
     
     "God, you're finally here," Amber said.  "I thought you
weren't going to make it.  Fontana East.  Go down into the
garage.  There's a guy down there, a young guy named Jose.
Tell him you want to park it next to mine.  He'll show you
were it is.  Jose is very nice and I tip him well.  Take the
elevator up.  Did you wear the bracelet?"
     
     "Wait and see."
     
     In another five minutes she was knocking on Amber's
door.  Amber opened it, wearing a transparent wispy aqua
peignoir.  She raised one eyebrow and held out a full
champagne glass to Laura.
     
     "Welcome to my humble abode," she murmured in a sexy,
throaty voice.  "Care to come in and play?"
     
     "I haven't been able to think of anything else," Laura
smiled and took the glass, carefully, from her hand,
stepping inside the door.
     
     "You better drink a little of that before you walk,"
Amber nodded at the champagne.  "It's kind of full.  I'm
trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you.
Just a warning."
     
     Laura flirted back, raising the glass to her lips and
taking a sip of Amber's very expensive champagne.  "Should I
be frightened?"
     
     Amber slowly closed the door behind Laura and locked
it.  "Only if you don't like horny rich girls who can't get
enough you."
     
     Laura wanted to put the champagne glass down and grab
her, but there was no place she could set it in the foyer,
no table, only the four Georgia O'Keeffe paintings of
flowers-as-vaginas which had so captivated Laura last time.
She couldn't help lingering in front of them again, until
Amber tugged her elbow.
     
     "I'm getting lonely, Laura," she pouted out loud.  "I
didn't know you were such an art lover.  Maybe I should have
them taken down just so you'll look at me instead."
     
     Laura turned her head, then her whole body, and made a
point of looking Amber up and down in a lingering, hungry
way.  It wasn't hard.  She was pretty convinced that there
wasn't a woman or man on the planet who wouldn't want to
ravish this gorgeous rich girl.  Amber was of course
completely naked under the peignoir.  Her sleek, dark,
slender body was alluringly, discreetly veiled by the wispy
transparent cloth, her small, high breasts intriguingly half-
visible, her protruding, puffy black nipples making
delicious swellings in the fabric, her lean, willowy black
thighs showing the light between them when she walked ahead
of Laura, drawing her into the apartment.
     
     It was twilight, and Amber's living room with its huge
plate glass windows overlooking the bay and the piers was
very romantic.  Lights were winking on across the bay in
Berkeley and Oakland, and Ghirardelli Square below them was
starting to look like an enchanted fairyland.  Since Amber
was nearly naked already, Laura wanted to pull her close and
get her own hands under that peignoir and perhaps fall to
the floor and do it right there.  She was feeling that
impulsively passionate.
     
     "Oh no you don't," Amber murmured as Laura tried to
grab her from behind with one hand, the other still
precariously grasping the half-full champagne glass.
     
     Amber giggled and slipped forward out of Laura's reach,
turning, watching Laura's eyes on her small swaying breasts
under the filmy peignoir.  She reached out and took the
champagne glass from Laura's hand and placed it on a nearby
chrome-and-glass table.
     
     "Put this thing down if you want to get sexy," she
purred.  "They cost me twenty-five bucks apiece."
     
     "I thought you could afford anything," Laura smiled,
half-petulantly.
     
     "How do you think rich people get rich?" Amber raised
her eyebrow again.  "Not by breaking expensive champagne
glasses."  She approached Laura again, looking sultry now,
her eyelids heavy.  "Do you think it's too early in the day
to . . . go to bed?"
     
     Laura leaned forward and let her lips brush Amber's
black, seductively smooth cheek.  "With some people, I might
say yes.  They need a little buildup.  With you, I think
there is no time that isn't right."
     
     "You want to get your hands under this thing I'm
wearing, don't you," Amber whispered, knowingly.  "And I
want to see you naked and wearing only that bracelet."
     
     "Ahhh, I knew there was an ulterior motive," Laura
smiled.
     
     Amber linked one forefinger with Laura's, as she had
done on their first evening together, and pulled her toward
the bedroom.  For some reason Laura found this so impossibly
touching that her knees almost weakened, and she half-
stumbled.
     
     "Careful, Grace," Amber teased, glancing back over her
shoulder.  "A trip to the emergency room will spoil our
fun."
     
     Just to tease her back, Laura reached down and got a
long forefinger under the hem of the peignoir, quickly
bringing it up so that she tickled Amber's bare ass with it
and deftly slipping it briefly into the crack between her
hard little buns before Amber squealed and playfully jumped
forward out of reach again.
     
     "Oooohhhh!" she said, "you are a devil!  I might have
to teach you a little lesson.  You must not let fingers go
where they haven't been invited."
     
     By now they were in Amber's bedroom.  Amber lit a
couple of fat candles, one on either side of the bed, then
turned the indirect lighting way down.  Since it was
deepening twilight, the room suddenly became a sex lair, the
same place where Laura and she had enjoyed an almost perfect
first time together a few weeks earlier.  She turned to
Laura with a bemused smile, while Laura came closer and
placed the same finger on Amber's sensual lips.
     
     "What will it take to get an invitation?" she whispered
to Amber, her eyes locking hotly onto hers.
     
     Amber gave her a half-grin.  She leaned closer,
brushing Laura's cheek with her own lips, bringing her mouth
close to Laura's ear.  Amber's warm breath in her ear made a
hot shiver of excitement stream down Laura's flesh.
     
     "I told you," Amber murmured.  "Naked wearing the
bracelet."
     
     Still feeling her flesh quiver as Amber stepped back,
with a suggestive, amused look in her dark eyes, Laura
pouted .  "If I get naked  . . . I'll feel like the only
drunk at a party.  You have to get naked too."
     
     "Darling, I am naked.  Didn't you notice?"
     
     Amber did a dainty and practiced little pirouette, one
she clearly had learned as a little rich girl taking ballet
lessons, in front of Laura.  The wispy aqua peignoir swirled
out from her naked body, and Laura realized that she indeed
was naked since nearly every part of her delicious smooth
dark body was visible in that one circular motion.
     
     "Never mind," she said to Amber, a little smugly.  "I
want to take it off you myself."
     
     Amber broke into a smile.  "Mmmmm, you get better and
better, Laura.  I can hardly wait.  Meantime, you're first.
Remember what I told you.  Little rich girls get to have
their way."
     
     Laura shook her head, nevertheless beginning to
unbutton and unzip her clothes.  "No, you told me that
little rich girls always get to go first," she reminded
Amber.
     
     "That too," Amber said, her eyes glued to the parts of
Laura's body that were slowly being revealed.
     
     This was the second time in a few days that someone
(Brad, earlier) had scrutinized Laura's body lasciviously as
she disrobed.  She knew she was attractive, but this
scrutiny thrilled her anew each time for some reason, as if
she were only now discovering the appeal her naked flesh had
to others, that they wanted her not only for the sexual
skills she would devote to their exclusive pleasure, but
also for the very real enjoyment they would get just from
touching her body.  Or even from looking at it.
     
     "God, Laura, you are a masterpiece," Amber said under
her breath, for once dropping her flip and playful
mannerisms.  "I sure picked right this time."
     
     Laura, typically modest, almost felt like covering up
at this deeply honest confession.  She knew she was
desirable, but no masterpiece.  Amber, however, felt
differently.
     
     "Hold it right there," she said, approaching Laura.  As
she got closer, Laura realized that she, Amber, was panting
softly.  She knelt in front of Laura.  "Let me kiss you
here."  She pressed her lips against Laura's bare midriff.
"I love your skin," she breathed, running her sensual mouth
all over Laura's stomach.
     
     "That's good, because I love yours," Laura said,
looking down, feeling the warm nectars begin to ooze
copiously inside her pussy.  "God, you're making me so hot.
Let me get these clothes off."
     
     "Here," Amber said, rising, "I'll help."
     
     In a few more seconds they had Laura completely naked,
except for the bracelet.  She stepped back, smiling,
extending her wrist and rattling the silver links
ostentatiously in Amber's face.  Her naked breasts jiggled
as she moved her arm, and Amber's dark, excited eyes darted
back and forth from them to the bracelet.
     
     "Somebody very special gave me this," Laura said.  "And
very hot."
     
     Amber raised one eyebrow again coolly.  "Really.  Do
you like her?"
     
     Laura advanced slowly on her.  "I hunger for her.  I
want to eat her alive."
     
     Amber, usually so much in charge, seemed to flutter
internally at Laura's words.  She swallowed.  "You look as
wonderful in that bracelet as I thought you would," she
whispered in a smoky voice, now that Laura was close enough
to touch her.  "I'm going to have to buy you three or four."
     
     Laura lifted the peignoir up from the bottom to the
top, pulling it slowly over Amber's head.  "One will be
quite enough," she murmured.  "There's something else I want
more."
     
     Amber's dark eyes were turning hot and pulsing.  "And
what is that?"
     
     They had not kissed on the mouth yet, though their lips
had touched other parts of each other's body, but this was
an irresistible moment, and they fell into each other's
arms, their lips almost crushing together.  Their hands
raced over each other's naked flesh.  Laura felt the long
hot wriggling snake of Amber's tongue nearly wriggling down
her throat.
     
     "Oh god, Laura, you have such a beautiful body, I want
you so much!" she panted, after removing it.
     
     Laura loved the feel of their small firm breasts
mashing together as they embraced, and her mouth moved
ravenously down Amber's smooth black neck to her beautifully
formed shoulder, pausing to caress a perfect clavicle with
her lips, then on down to one small globe, which she cradled
in her palm.  She was a total fool for puffy nipples and
sucked Amber's swollen black beauty deep into her mouth
without hesitation.
     
     "Unnghh!" Amber groaned, as if taken by surprise, her
body quaking and her head briefly falling back.  "Oh shit .
. . Laura . . . I've got to have it now!  I can't wait!"
     
     Laura was feeling absolutely the same way.  Still
sucking hungrily, she pushed Amber's body gently backward
until both of them tumbled onto Amber's bed, with Laura half
on top.  As they fell onto the mattress, Amber's breast, all
slippery and wet now with Laura's warm saliva, slipped out
of Laura's mouth, but not her hand, and she quickly lashed
Amber's bulging, shiny black nipple with her tongue, then
sucked it eagerly back between her lips.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . Jesus!" Amber half-hissed, looking down at
Laura's mouth siphoning up her perfect small breast.
     
     Laura, consumed by hot, urgent lust, barely gave her a
chance even to moan before devouring Amber's other nipple in
the same way, sucking a large part of Amber's whole breast
into her mouth and pinching Amber's pulpy, bulging nipple to
the roof of her mouth with her tongue, bringing soft little
squeals of pleasure from deep in Amber's throat.
     
     "Nnggmmeee! Nnggmmeee!" Amber gurgled, thrashing around
under Laura, groping for Laura's flesh but also overwhelmed
and stunned by this heated love assault.
     
     By now Laura had bunched up her scrumptious little
breasts in both hands so that she could kiss, lick, tongue-
stab, and suck Amber's wet, stiffening nipples at will,
moving her mouth from one to the other, peppering them with
hot pecks and quick sucks until Amber was whimpering and
twisting, wild with need.
     
     "Laura . . . ohhhh . . . oh, you don't play fair!"
Amber panted, holding Laura's head in both of her hands but
wincing with pleasure as Laura love-tormented her shiny wet
nipples.  Finally, she pushed Laura over onto her side too
and dropped her own hands to Laura's breasts.  "I told you
little rich . . . girls . . . get to go first," she panted
again, playfully but meaningfully, and began to devour
Laura's nipples herself voraciously.
     
     "Oh . . . oh . . ." Laura gasped, feeling the flames
leap higher inside her own body, feeling the urgency
overwhelm both of them.
     
     This reminded her of the times she and
Yvette-especially-or she and Randi, or even now sometimes
she and Sara, would fall to the floor or the sofa, wherever
they might be, rip each other's clothes halfway off, and
fuck in a white hot frenzy, unable to wait, unable to
restrain their surging lusts, consuming each other in such a
hurry that often they came, both of them, in only seconds,
in a great shared gushing of exuberant and unthrottled
ecstasy.  It was going to be like that now, she knew it.
They could not stop themselves, or their hands, or their
mouths, or control their frantic need.
     
     Amber was all over Laura's breasts with her hands and
her mouth, returning the passionate assault Laura had just
inflicted on hers, but Laura was by no means submissive.
Her fingers dug into the svelte, naked flesh of Amber's
shoulders and her long back, and she managed to slip both
legs around the girl's slender body, around Amber's hips, so
that she could pump suggestively, grinding her own hips in a
rapid fucking motion, unable to get her oozing pussy on any
bare flesh until Amber obligingly turned sideways, pushing
her waist into Laura's groin but still sucking Laura's
throbbing nipples hungrily.
     
     "Ahhnnnnn!" Laura moaned as she first felt the contact
of her sopping wet cunt lips with Amber's silky, supple
flesh.
     
     She pumped a little harder now, whimpering semi-
hysterically, feeling the greasy wet groove of her pussy
slid up and down on the firm flesh of Amber's waist.  With
Amber sucking her nipples voraciously, and the girl's firm,
silky flesh pressing right into the raw, wet flesh of her
gaping pussy, she suddenly knew she was about to come, with
no delay.
     
     "Oh god, honey, I'm going to come!" she panted to
Amber.
     
     Amber quickly abandoned Laura's wet, throbbing breasts
and slid up to face her, embracing her sharply.  They were
both so wrapped up in the frenzy of their passion that they
had to try hard not to claw or scratch or bite each other.
     
     "Me too," she gasped, her eyes fiery with a pulsing
delirium of frantic sex need.
     
     Their bodies were so in tune with each other's needs at
this moment that they did not have to speak.  They gripped
each other tightly, kissing so hard and aggressively that
their teeth battered and scraped together, their tongues
stabbing and coiling and dancing.  At the same time, each
lowered her hand to the other's crotch.
     
     Laura's fingertips found the warm, buttery slit of
Amber's beautiful long pussy and invaded it, pushing two
fingers in deep and rubbing Amber's clit with the fleshy
cushion at the top of her palm.  Amber gagged softly, and
her eyes rolled up, but she quickly did the same thing to
Laura, kissing her again, then kissing and sucking Laura's
neck as they both rapidly fell into a frantic fucking
rhythm, probing and plunging and rubbing each other's
streaming pussy with their hands.
     
     "Oh!" Amber gasped.  "Unh . . . unh!  God, Laura, you
are so hot!  Unh!  Oh god, yes, there, right like that!
Unhhh!  God, I never met anyone as hot as you!"
     
     Laura nipped her earlobe and exhaled a gush of hot
breath into her ear, fucking her tight, slippery pussy
faster with her hand.  She too was panting wildly.
     
     "God, I just dreamed and dreamed of fucking you after
last time," she gasped, her own eyes rolling up as Amber's
free hand found her breasts again and pinched Laura's aching
nipples.
     
     Amber kissed her again, now pumping Laura's pussy
harder too with her hand, and nipped Laura's lower lip.  "I
love it when you talk dirty to me," she panted.  "Do it
again."
     
     "What?" Laura giggled softly, nuzzling her neck, now
writhing her naked body against Amber's, thrilled by the
feel of their hot, smooth flesh connecting everywhere.  "You
like it when I say 'fuck'?  You want me to say how much I
just die to fuck you, all day long?"
     
     "Yes!"  Amber clutched Laura's ass with one hand,
digging her fingernails into Laura's round bun.  She
increased the speed of her two fingers plunging in and out
of Laura's flooding pussy.  "Say it again!  Tell me how
much!"
     
     "Unghgh!  Ohngg!  Oh god, baby, you're making me come!"
Laura keened, almost hysterically.  "Yes . . . I want to . .
. I want to . . . you know . . . fuck you . . .ungghh!  All
the . . . time!  Yes!  Oh god!"
     
     "Anngghh!  Laura . . . yes, harder . . . yes!  Ungghh!"
     
     A fierce shudder rocked Laura's straining body, and
then a violent uprush of hot coming streamed through her
clenching flesh.  Burying her face in the curve of Amber's
neck, she quivered and moaned through several waves of sweet
spasms.  At almost the same instant she began coming, Amber
let out a shocking little squeal and her body went into
tight, sharp convulsions against Laura's.
     
     "Mmmnggiiieee!  Ohnngggg . . . Laura!  Unghh!
Mmmnggiiieee!" she squealed, pushing her frantically
gyrating pelvis forward and down into Laura's hand, groaning
and shaking as a fierce orgasm gripped her.
     
     A flood of warm juices gushed into Laura's hand, and
Amber's groans and whinnying excited her so much that she
felt a strong urge to come again herself, a need to capture
all the secondary shocks that were possible, and she
swirling her own hips, pushing her pussy into Amber's
fingers too, and gave herself up to another surging wave of
orgasmic spasms.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn . . . oh god!" Laura cried out.
"Annuunngghhh!  Oh god.  Unngghh!"
     
     They clutched each other so tightly while they were
coming that Laura realized, as she came slowly down from her
second climax, they could barely breathe.  With determined
will, she eased up, relaxing the muscles of her arms,
letting Amber's half-crushed body go, and felt Amber slowly
do the same to her.
     
     "Oh shit!" Amber gasped softly against Laura's cheek.
"I can't believe that happened."  She nipped Laura's cheek
with her lips, a lip bite, slowly removing her oily fingers
from Laura's still-throbbing pussy.  "We nearly killed each
other.  I've never done that.  Not so rough and . . . quick
. . . and hot."
     
     Laura tried to remove her fingers from Amber's pussy
too, but Amber clamped her thighs shut on them.
     
     "Don't you dare!" she glowered, half-smiling.  She
moved her pelvis in tight little circles so that Laura's
greasy fingers again slid in and out of her tight pussy.
Immediately, she began panting again, her shiny dark eyes
going a little glassy.  "I felt you come again.  You're . .
. ahead of me."
     
     "Ooohhh, does my poor baby feel deprived?" Laura cooed
to her softly, barely suppressing the mirth in her voice.
"That must be a new feeling for this poor little rich girl,
right?"  She fucked back gently, then a little more
deliberately, with her hand.  At the same time she kissed
Amber's face, her lovely long neck, now coated with a fine,
shiny film of sweat, her round, damp, glimmering black
shoulders.  "You want more?  You want Auntie Laura to give
you more?  How about if I suck your pretty black pussy and
slip my tongue way up inside?  You think that will make you
come again?  How about if I suck your pretty little clit
until you scream?  You want me to do that?  Do you?"
     
     "God, Laura, do it!" Amber panted to her, eyes now
blazing.  "I can come!  I can come again!  Do it . . .
quick!"
     
     Laura knew she was telling the truth.  Over the next
few hours they would doubtless coax many orgasms out of each
other, but this one was right now there for the taking, as
Laura's second one had been.  They were both still so
aroused, maybe from not having seen each other for a few
weeks, maybe because they both were wildly attracted to each
other in the first place, that this combustible moment was a
seizure of white hot passion that couldn't be ignored.
     
     "Yes . . . yes, I will . . . I will!" Laura said to
her, sliding down Amber's undulating, gorgeous lean body,
sliding between her dark, yawning thighs.
     
     "Talk to me . . . talk to me," Amber panted, almost
desperately.  "It turns me on when you talk to me."
     
     Laura had to giggle in a throaty, sexy way.  "I don't
know how you could be any more turned on than this,
darling," she purred.  But she had no trouble talking.  She
loved to talk to her lover, and Amber was clearly wild for
it, especially right now.  "God, I love your pussy," Laura
exclaimed softly, pulling open the wavy black pussy lips
with both thumbs, exposing the fiery hot pink inner seam,
now all glistening and runny with Amber's flowing juices.
"I love to lick your beautiful pussy, Amber."
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!" Amber whimpered, squirming,
breathing very hard now.
     
     "Like this."
     
     "Anngghh!"
     
     "I love to stab my tongue deep into like this."
     
     "Unhhhhh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura's lips and the flesh around them were now smeared
with Amber's warm, buttery nectars, and she drilled her
tongue deep into the girl's hot, squinchy pit, swallowing
the tangy juices, devouring Amber's flooding pussy in a way
that made Amber go nearly mad.
     
     "I love to suck your lovely long pussy lips," Laura
murmured, doing exactly that, and introducing one forefinger
into Amber's runny furrow at the same time, fucking her
gently while mauling the girl's cunt lips with her mouth.
     
     "Oh!" Amber gasped, her hips gyrating clumsily and
urgently up off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress
as she tried frantically to make Laura bring her off
quickly.  "Oh!  Oh . . . please . . . Laura!"
     
     "Yes, honey . . . yes, honey . . ." Laura soothed her
calmly.  "You will . . . you will."
     
     "Oh god!  OH GOD!  Do it, Laura . . . please . . . do
it!  Anngghhh!"
     
     "Oh, and I love to feel your little clitty on my tongue
too," Laura purred.  "If I lick it, will you be happy?  If I
suck it . . . will you come?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!  YES!"
     
     "Are you ready?"
     
     Laura knew that this was a little mean of her, toying
with Amber this way, because Amber was by now completely
overwrought, so knotted up with fresh sexual tension and
need that she could barely even speak, her throat clotted
with lust, her supple lean black body flexing and straining
and shaking as she approached the pinnacle.  But even though
she knew Amber was only seconds away from another climax,
Laura could not restrain her heated desires.
     
     She removed her very wet finger from Amber's pussy and
slid it down between the girl's buns, quickly insinuating it
into Amber's moist asscrack, finding her tight little
rosebud with the tip.
     
     "Oh honey, do you want me to fuck you in the ass too?"
she said to Amber.  She knew that in Amber's current
condition it would make her explode, even though together
they had never yet got around to anal adventures.
     
     Amber's smooth moons clenched a little on Laura's hand,
but she was already twisting and squirming so violently that
it was difficult to know if this was an objection.  And she
was apparently beyond speaking, just cawing and groaning as
Laura continued to passionately lick and suck her streaming
pussy.  But she could still hear Laura's words, the words
that she said inflamed her, and Laura kept them coming.
     
     "I'm going to fuck your pretty little ass and suck your
cunt," Laura panted, "and you're going to come so hard."
     
     "Aunnggh!  Oh . . . yes!" Amber whimpered, nearly
beside herself with need.
     
     Laura's finger was already so lubricated by Amber's
warm vaginal fluids that she had no trouble working it into
the tight little aperture of Amber's ass.  She heard a
little choked off squeal from Amber and felt her body tense
up briefly.  Laura's finger was only inside Amber's ass up
to the first knuckle, but she could somehow feel rumblings
from deep within Amber's body and knew the eruption was on
its way.
     
     Immediately, she fastened her lips on Amber's swollen
clit, hood and all, and sucked rhythmically and hard,
rotating her finger at the same time, but unable to work it
into Amber's body any farther before Amber convulsed and
whinnied as a shocking orgasm ripped through her.
     
     "Annuugghhniiieeee!" she cried out, her body leaping
off the mattress.
     
     Laura could hear the bed squeaking and feel it quaking
under them as repeated violent shocks struck Amber's arching
body.
     
     "Annuugghhniiieeee!" she cried out again, this time
jackknifing so suddenly that Laura's finger, which had never
been very deep anyway, was quickly squirted out, and Laura's
mouth was dislodged from Amber's pussy.  "Anngghh!  Ohnngg!
Oh!  Oh!"
     
     It was certainly the most violent orgasm Laura had seen
her have since their first night, the night Laura had fucked
her from behind with the strap-on and pulled her hair, all
at Amber's request.  That time Amber had swooned and nearly
passed out, but this time she was still screaming and
straining through several sharp spasms, until the fury of
her climax finally began to die away.
     
     Laura, who had managed to gently embrace her again
after being flung slightly to the side, simply waited for it
to be over.  Amber was very beautiful when she came, and all
Laura could do was gaze at her with deep affection, so happy
to be the one who had brought it about.
     
     "Was that what I think it was?" Amber asked in a soft,
semi-hoarse voice as she slowly came back from her groggy,
sexually-induced stupor.  "Your . . . little finger . . . in
a bad place?"
     
     Laura grinned.  "Or a good place.  It sure pulled your
trigger."
     
     "Aren't you supposed to ask before you stick something
there?"  Amber feigned being cross with Laura.
     
     "There wasn't time.  Sorry."
     
     Now Amber broke into a grin.  She kissed Laura long and
sensually.  "Don't be sorry.  You make me come like nobody
else.  I'm almost afraid to acknowledge that it's true."
     
     Laura knew it was true, for her too, but also knew that
they both had more emotionally resonant and moving sex with
their 'sweetie pies,' as Amber called them.  This reflection
instantly gave her a pang as she thought of Sara.  And
remarkably, it was not out of guilt either.  She didn't feel
that she was betraying Sara at all, even here in bed with
Amber.  Instead, she felt an enormous longing for her, as if
a deeper part of her being were craving Sara's smile, Sara's
caress, right now, even though her flesh was momentarily
glued to Amber's delicious smooth black skin, and her body
still trembling inside in an afterglow caused by the
stirring sexual convulsions they had just shared.
     
     They kissed and nuzzled each other and enjoyed the
mating of their warm bodies for several more minutes before
coming apart.
     
     "I'm glad you liked it," Laura murmured to her, again
squeezing her small, beautiful breasts and lightly pinching
her infinitely desirable puffy black nipples.  "Because I
have a few more where that came from, and I plan to give
them all to you."
     
     "Mmmm, I can hardly wait," Amber murmured back,
stretching, looking at Laura's fingers on her dark nipples.
"You like them, don't you.  I remembered what you said the
first time.  'Where did you get these?'  I remembered it
every day when I was in Vail."
     
     Laura felt briefly inclined to ask Amber more about
Vail.  Who she had met there, what place this person or
these persons had in her life, how she had felt about
remembering Laura while she was there.  But she decided
against it.  Maybe it was best that the other portions of
their lives were walled off so that they could give
themselves completely to this white hot sexual fire they
generated when together.
     
     "World class nipples," Laura whispered, lowering her
lips to one again.
     
     Amber pulled gently away.  "They're a little sore,
though, after you tried to chew them up like that.  I think
you better wait a few more minutes."
     
     "Oh, I'm sorry," Laura said, genuinely contrite.  "I
didn't mean to hurt you."
     
     Amber's eyes grew murky and darkly sexual again, an
expression that usually ignited Laura's blood.  "If I didn't
want us to hurt each other, I wouldn't have invited you
back," she said.  "Let me get some champagne and we can rest
a few minutes, okay?"
     
     The remainder of the evening was a sweet interlude of
unforced and relaxed sexual pleasure for them both.  As they
had been from the first, they were naturally comfortable
with each other, making love with ease and skill and
complete mutual understanding, until total satiety set in
around midnight.
     
     The following day Laura had plenty of warm memories but
was again struck by the sharp need to see Sara, the same
thing she had felt while in Amber's arms.  It was the most
mysterious need she had ever felt, but it was unmistakable.
And it did not even involve sex, she knew.  Of course, she
always wanted sex with Sara, whenever possible, but this
urge to see her was a need just to gaze into her eyes, to
break up at her funny faces, to enfold her, to kiss her with
deep love, to hold her and be held by her.
     
     Why am I feeling this way? she wondered.  This was
Wednesday, and she fought the urge all day to call.
Fighting it off at night was even harder, but she managed.
Though she rarely masturbated any more, seldom having the
need, she did now, conjuring up images of Amber and Sara in
her brain, first determining to focus on one, then the
other, until a frantic swirl of their naked bodies and faces
danced through her mind as she brought herself to a sharp,
wrenching orgasm that left her at least relaxed enough to
sleep.
     
     The next evening, however, Thursday, only a day before
she would ordinarily see Sara anyway, she was unable to
fight back any longer.  Throughout the day she threw herself
into her work energetically enough to avoid the urge to pick
up the phone and call Sara, but by evening she was a wreck.
Trying to masturbate again didn't work since, as she glumly
admitted to herself, sex wasn't the most crucial of her
needs.  She was dying to see Sara not for sex but only
because she desperately needed to be in her physical
presence.  It was a deep physical and emotional craving that
a mere sexual release would never allay.
     
     She almost phoned her, then stopped.  Then she drove
over to Ocean View and actually found a parking space only
two blocks away from Sara's apartment.  She realized this
was hazardous activity.  What if somebody was there with
her?  How would she, Laura, feel if she were busily fucking
the delectable Joy and Sara suddenly, unexpectedly, showed
up on her doorstep, ringing her bell?
     
     Her fears were also heightened by her memory of the
last time she had dropped in on Sara, only to find her
linking arms with her beautiful college roommate Evangelina
Torres and laughing and heading up the stairs clearly for a
hot sexual reunion.  That evening had nearly killed Laura
with emotional pain.  She had given Sara plenty of cause
herself, but knowing that did not ameliorate the pain.
Could she endure another shock like that?
     
     Nevertheless, it didn't keep her from ringing the bell.
As soon as she did, she realized she could have called Sara
from her car on her cell phone, or even from home before
driving here, and she knew she had not done it because she
didn't want to be turned down.  This way, Sara would at
least have to answer the door.
     
     It took her nearly a minute since she had to drop
whatever she was doing, unlock the top door, the one to her
apartment, come down the stairs, and peep out the glass of
the door where Laura stood to see who was there.  Laura
waved at her, trying to be as cute and casual and natural as
possible.  Hi, just dropping by, to say hello, love you,
don't want sex or anything like that, don't get the wrong
idea, ha ha.  Just being my cute, adorable self, can't help
loving you, can't get you out of my mind, ha ha.
     
     Sara unbolted the outer door and opened it, peeking
out.  "Laura?  What are you doing here?"
     
     Laura felt her throat catch.  Sara was wearing a pair
of her oversized men's pajamas, one of the huge flannel
tents that she nearly disappeared inside of, the kind she
had insisted she and Laura wear on their first night
together.  Sara wore them often for warmth, and she had even
brought some over to Laura's condo on a few occasions.  This
one was a garish red and green plaid that made her look a
little like a Scots clown, an effect that was even more
comical since she was black, and looking even darker than
usual in the dim glow of the street lights, a dark face
illuminated by gleaming white teeth.  Laura's heart
fluttered.  Sara was always desirable to her, but at this
moment she was shockingly fetching.
     
     Sara also wore her small, rectangular, wire-rimmed
glasses, which meant she had removed her contacts for the
evening.  In the billows of garish flannel, wearing the
glasses, she looked a little like a young and enormously
sexy granny.
     
     "I . . ." Laura stammered, trying not to let Sara see
how she had suddenly become flushed with sexual desire,
which was so remote from the reason she had really come
here.  "I was dying to see you."  She actually blushed, as
if embarrassed to admit it, but the light was so dim that
she was certain Sara did not see it.  "I hope you don't
mind.  I can go, if you like."
     
     But Sara was beaming.  "Don't be silly."  She opened
the door wider to let Laura in.  "Why didn't you call?"
     
     She closed and bolted the door behind them, then
started back up the stairs, with Laura following.  "I . . .
wanted to see you," Laura said softly.  "Not just talk to
you.  See you.  I had this . . . irresistible urge."  She
giggled nervously.
     
     Sara stopped halfway up the stairs and turned, looking
back down at Laura.  The light was even dimmer here, since
they were between the entryway and the hallway at the top;
it was nearly dark.
     
     "You want me to take these off and we'll do it right
here?" Sara cracked.  "If so, you have to lie on your back
on these stairs and be the one who gets the backache."
     
     Laura smiled and shook her head.  "I didn't come for
that.  I just want to . . . hold you, I guess.  Maybe have
you hold me."
     
     Sara grinned, turned, and continued up the stairs.
Inside her apartment, she fastened the two bolts on her own
door and turned to Laura again.  "I'm insulted.  You don't
want to do me?  You came all the way over here just to . . .
hold me?"
     
     She made a surpassingly screwy face at Laura, pursing
her lips and crossing her eyes.  Laura refused to dilly
dally any longer.  She reached out with both hands and
pulled Sara close, holding her tight, their cheeks together.
Even though the huge pajama top engulfed and shrouded Sara's
taut little body, Laura could now feel Sara's curves and
firm flesh and large round breasts pushing into her through
the cloth.
     
     "Oh god," she panted, more out of desperate emotion
than any sexual need, "have you ever just wanted to hold
somebody so badly that you thought the world would end if
you couldn't do it?"
     
     For a minute Sara said nothing, but Laura could feel
her body responding, and she was soon holding Laura too, her
fingers digging into Laura's flesh, her breath growing
warmer against Laura's ear.  "Yes . . . I have," she
whispered.  "I feel that way now."
     
     For another minute they didn't speak but just embraced,
not even kissing.  Finally, Laura turned her face a little,
brushing her lips against Sara's smooth cheek.  Sara pulled
back, her dark eyes swimming with murky meanings.
     
     "Sure you won't reconsider?" she asked, wryly.  "I
might make it worth your while.  You never know what you
might get in return."
     
     Laura caressed her cheek, the one she had just been
brushing her lips against, with the back knuckle of one
forefinger.  "I just wanted you to know I didn't come for
that."
     
     Sara could not control her wit.  "You mean you like me
for more than just my body?" she cracked, tilting her head
in mock disbelief.
     
     "I do," Laura nodded, playing along.  "But you are
pretty damned sexy in those pajamas."
     
     "Ooohhhh, when you look at me like that I get the
shivers, Laura.  You look like a slobbering werewolf or
something.  Like it's dripping from your fangs, you want me
so bad."
     
     "God, it shows!" Laura laughed, feigning embarrassment.
"I just can't hide it."
     
     She made a playful snarl and took a step toward Sara,
who moved backward, swaying to the side and maneuvering in
the direction of the bedroom.  "Oh dear . . . the werewolf
is pushing me toward the bedroom.  Or maybe she's a vampire.
She wants to suck my neck or something . . ." Sara
improvised, still moving backward, her face contorted in an
expression of fear mixed with delighted satire.  "Or bite my
neck.  Oh god.  Or bite me somewhere else.  Should I
scream?"
     
     Laura pounced.  They were only a few feet from Sara's
bed.  She grabbed Sara and pushed her down on her back on
the mattress, snarling again.  "Arrgghhh!  I've got you
now!"
     
     Sara crinkled her nose.  "At least let me take off my
glasses first," she said dryly, with a deadpan expression.
"Vampira.  You gon' suck my neck . . . or worse?"
     
     "Worse," Laura laughed, unable to stop herself.  "Take
'em off, granny.  I mean to have my way with you."
     
     This broke up Sara, who removed her glasses while
laughing so hard her eyes watered.  "I'm all yours," she
laughed, wiping the tears out of her eyes, setting the
glasses on the bedstand.
     
     "I don't know whether I can find you inside all that
cloth," Laura murmured, suddenly detouring around the game
they had been playing, feeling a rash onslaught of physical
hunger for this wonderful woman.  She began to slip her
sweatshirt up over her head, shaking her hair free.
     
     "Maybe I can help," Sara flirted, reaching for the top
button of her pajamas.
     
     "Here, let me do that," Laura said, brushing her hand
aside.  "I'm the vampire."
     
     "Oooohhh," Sara's eyes widened.   "Are you gonna suck
me?"
     
     Laura grinned, still hovering over Sara, who looked up
at her from flat on her back.  "I can hear them begging me."
     
     Sara's dark eyes were now swimming and pulsing with
happy lust.  She raised her hands to Laura's naked breasts
and squeezed them lovingly.  "I can hear these begging too,"
she whispered.
     
     Laura got the first huge button on Sara's pajama top
open.  Immediately, she bent down and kissed Sara's throat,
then the smooth warm brown skin of her upper chest, quickly
fiddling with the second button to get it open too.  Then,
just to deviate momentarily back into the game, she kissed
Sara's smooth neck and bit it lightly with her teeth, then
sucked hard, hard enough to give her a hickey.
     
     Sara jumped and squealed, churning around under Laura.
"Mmnneeee!  Oh!  You are a vampire!  Shit, Laura, you're
leaving a mark!"
     
     "Mmmm, but it makes your pussy wet, doesn't it?"
     
     Her squirming had pulled Sara's pajama top nearly off,
now that the second button was loose too.  Her magnificent
breasts were exposed, her large dark nipples gleaming and
swollen, and Laura's feverish hands were all over them.
     
     "It's so wet I feel like I wet my pants," Sara panted
softly, watching Laura's mouth slide down her body toward
her naked breasts.  "Here, quick, help me get them off."
     
     The next few seconds were a frantic but practiced
exercise in shedding the rest of their garments.  Laura
wriggled out of her jeans and skimmed her panties, also wet,
down her legs, kicking them free, helping Sara by
unfastening the last huge button while Sara squirmed out of
her long, baggy pants.  Finally, they were naked.
     
     Laura immediately went for Sara's breasts again,
something she had done so often that Sara merely lay back
and let them be lovingly assaulted.  She calmly ran her
fingers through Laura's hair, watching as Laura very
tenderly made love to her exquisite nipples.  Laura never
got over marveling at how they were nearly black in some
lights, and in others this rich deep purplish umber hue, so
soft under her tongue, until the little excited bumps began
to appear on Sara's large areolas, and the centers began to
stiffen and rise.
     
     Now she feasted on them, but not in a voracious frenzy,
rather in a slow, simmering, sensual way, letting her tongue
calmly stroke each silky wet bulb, curling around the
centers as they began to push up, not really sucking until
Sara was breathing hard with anticipation.  She knew Laura
worshipped her breasts and knew what kind of pleasure she
would ultimately derive from this patient, painstaking
buildup.
     
     "You better hurry, Laura," she panted softly, eyes a
little glassy.  "I'm really getting hot.  I want to feel it.
I want to feel your mouth."
     
     "How does it feel to want?" Laura smiled up at her.
"I'm not going to hurry just because you say so.  I love
this.  I love these beauties . . . and I intend to enjoy
them fully."
     
     But Sara was getting very aroused.  She now grabbed her
own breasts from underneath with her hands and pushed them
more aggressively into Laura's face.  "You are such a
bitch," she panted.  "You selfish little tart, going for
your own pleasure and ignoring mine."
     
     Laura grinned.  "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem
to be enjoying this even more than I am."
     
     "You just want me to beg," Sara laughed in a throaty,
sexually clotted voice.  "I'm not going to beg."
     
     "You better be careful or you'll give me an idea."
     
     Sara's eyes rolled up as Laura finally took one large
wet nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue all over
it.  Sara could barely speak.
     
     "You . . . don't need anyone to give you ideas," she
panted.  "You're the most perverted person I ever met."
     
     "Mmmm, just what you like, right?" Laura purred, now
sucking her big nipple more insistently, lightly pinching
the other one in the fingers of her other hand.  "You like
me to suck you and make your sweet pussy run and get all
prickly and hot, don't you."
     
     "Oh god, Laura . . . you don't know how glad I am you
came over!" Sara suddenly burst out.  Her body was churning
under Laura's now, almost totally overcome by sexual heat.
"You better fuck me.  I'm dying.  Quick, put your pussy
against mine.  God, I love it that way.  Hurry . . .
please."
     
     Laura could hardly believe they had reached this
scorching level of need so quickly.  She had loosely planned
on a leisurely session of lovemaking, a protracted hour or
so of smooth sensuality, leading to a union of their bodies
in a rhythmical efflorescence of love orgasms, as they had
done so often in the past.  But it was not to be.  Sara was
already apparently at the point of no return, and Laura was
quickly getting there.
     
     Sara wanted to trib fuck, which Laura was always up
for, and she quickly sat back and maneuvered one leg under
Sara's, bringing their hot, squinchy, aching cunts together
effortlessly.  They had done it many times and quickly fell
into a smoldering, grinding rhythm, both going initially a
little mad with happiness at the sensation of their hot, raw
vaginal flesh pressing together, all slippery and warm and
wet.  They pumped each other this way for several
pleasurable minutes, and Laura knew they could easily come
together in only a few more, if they kept it up.  She
couldn't take her eyes off Sara's amazing breasts, swirling
in taut little circles on her chest as she writhed, pushing
her cunt into Laura's.
     
     But in the middle of this mesmerizing rhythm she felt
arising inside her the need for more, if possible, more of
Sara, a closer connection, a closer union even than the
simmering, soon to be explosive sex.  Something was driving
her to do even more than this.  Sara was staring at her in a
murky, glassy way, her eyes throbbing, her breath coming
hard, her face seizing up now and then as a twinge of
sharper pleasure rose from her aroused pussy to penetrate
her entire body.
     
     "Laura . . ." she half-croaked, stopping her slow
grinding momentarily.
     
     "Yes," Laura panted.   "Yes . . . honey . . ."
     
     "Laura . . . I'm not going to come this way," Sara
panted softly, looking down at their locked groins.
     
     "Oh yes . . . you are," Laura gasped, gyrating her own
pelvis suggestively, shimmying her hips, feeling the
sensations swell and grow more intense.  "Yes."
     
     Sara shook her head, her eyes never leaving Laura's.
"I  . . . want you to put your hand in me.  You know?"
     
     Slowly, Laura nodded back.  Somehow, without talking
about it, Sara and she had come to the same thought.  Any
way they did it was good.  They had probably never had a bad
sexual experience together.  And yet when Laura had her hand
embedded in Sara's tight pussy, or Sara had hers in Laura's,
they had always seemed to become transformed by some
mysterious intimacy, some deeper bonding than anything else
could bring, some magic linking of their feelings and their
whole being that carried them both into an extra dimension
of emotional as well as physical climaxing.
     
     Sometimes lovemaking was routine, and sometimes it was,
for reasons you could never predict, just life-altering,
stirring in a totally unexpected way.  This was a moment
like that, and both recognized it.  A silence fell over them
as Laura skillfully disentangled her body from Sara's,
rolled off the bed, found her purse on the floor where she
had dropped it in her haste to pursue Sara, and quickly took
out her small bottle of baby oil.  Sara was smiling at her
mysteriously as she returned to the bed.
     
     "Are you sure?" Laura asked softly as she flipped open
the cap of the bottle.
     
     Sara nodded.  "Very."
     
     "Are your neighbors home down there?" Laura asked
absently as she spread a film of shiny oil over the fingers
of her right hand.
     
     Sara shook her head, her dark eyes still wide and
trance-like.  "They went home early for the weekend.  They
won't be back until Monday."
     
     Both of them were further electrified by hearing her
state this outright since it meant that they could cry out
as loudly as she wished without being overheard.  Laura knew
they might not make much noise at all, merely moan and
shudder together, and yet if they wanted to scream . . .
     
     Sara lay back with her hands behind her head and spread
her thighs a little more as Laura approached her, still
holding Laura's eyes with her own.  Her breasts in this
position lolled a little to each side, exposing the flat
expanse of skin between them, which Laura, unable to resist,
leaned forward to kiss everywhere, running her lips up to
Sara's collarbones, then down under each lolling breast,
licking and nipping the bulging round undersides of each
globe.
     
     Sara's eyelids fluttered and she panted more rapidly,
watching Laura's loving mouth on her body.  "That oil gonna
drip all over my sheet, girl, if you don't get on with it,"
she panted, grinning at Laura.
     
     Laura kissed Sara's mouth, a long, sensual kiss.  She
didn't want to become maudlin or overly sentimental, which
in any case she knew was pretty impossible given Sara's
sharp wit and no-nonsense ways, but she couldn't help
feeling somehow ceremonial about this, as if sliding her
whole hand deep into Sara's body was a solemn and sacred act
of love, and that the resulting orgasm would wreathe them
both in a hot, shimmering halo of deep shared rapture.
     
     While they were kissing, she adroitly worked two, then
three of her oiled fingers into the gaping slit of Sara's
plump little pussy, feeling Sara's mouth and body seize up
slightly as she felt the penetration.  Instinctively, Sara's
thighs closed on Laura's hand, but then relaxed and fell
apart slowly again.  She whimpered softly against Laura's
lips.
     
     "Oh . . .yes!" she gasped, her mouth falling open and
her eyes suddenly streaked by hot fires of sexual need.
     
     Now Laura knew that they were already on the road to
the finish line, which was not far away.  Sara had already
become very aroused by their trib fucking, as had Laura, and
she was almost shaking with desire by now as Laura kissed
her way slowly down the magnificent, small but voluptuous
naked body she loved so much.  She never tired of kissing
and caressing Sara's naked body.  Sorely tempted to stop
everywhere-at Sara's lolling, gorgeous naked breasts, at the
dark round circles of her incredible mouthwatering nipples,
at the smooth skin between her breasts, at her palpitating
stomach, at her delicious little innie navel, at her slowly
churning hips and gyrating pelvic bones, at her firm, meaty
thighs, on which Laura had rubbed her own pussy many times
to shattering climaxes-she also knew there was no time to
waste, no luxury of delay.
     
     Sara's sloshy wet, warm pussy was yielding and
stretching more and more as she pushed her fingers deeper,
and now she could get a fourth inside, and eventually even
her thumb, pressed into the cup formed by the other four, so
that the wedge was ready, was probing, and in seconds would
push on to full penetration.  Sara knew it too.
     
     She whimpered, and her fingers, Laura could see, made
little spastic, helpless scratchings at the firm, glossy
flesh of her thighs.  Laura observed in passing something
she had not yet noticed, that Sara was not wearing her
silvery little pussy ring.  This was not too odd since
sometimes she removed it for a day or so, but for some
reason Laura now fell totally in love with her delicious
pussy minus the ring, its glossy wet natural beauty
captivating her senses as she slowly pushed her hand further
into it.
     
     Without the ring she could more easily see Sara's
small, swollen, pinkish clit pushing out from the black flap
of its little hood, and it was no trouble for her to lean
down and lick it while she pushed her hand slowly, slowly
into Sara's expanding, slippery cunt.  The transition
between her hand being outside, then inside, of Sara's pussy
was almost imperceptible, but they both knew when it
happened.
     
     "Oh!" Sara suddenly gulped, a tiny, faraway gasp of
extreme pleasure, mixed with faint, agreeable alarm.
"Anngghh!  Oh . . . Laura!"
     
     Her body seemed to modulate from slow twisting into
more urgent undulations.  Her eyes were streaked with fire,
and Laura knew she would come quickly now.
     
     "Oh, I'm in you, honey," Laura murmured to her, moving
her hand slowly inside the incredible tight spongy sleeve of
Sara's warm pussy, letting her feel it, feel every contour
and knuckle.
     
     Although occasionally when they did this, either one to
the other, they would push aside the enveloping trance of
deep intimacy that always accompanied it in favor of fierce,
hungry, almost violent fucking and explosive coming, this
time they let the deep emotions enfold them, and let their
fucking be as slow and tender as it could possibly be.  Both
knew it would not last long, that in only seconds Sara would
be blossoming into incredible orgasms of scalding intensity,
but for now they tried to be patient, eyes locked, bodies
mated, their bodies completely in harmony as they rode the
wave to the top.
     
     "Oh god, Laura!"
     
     "Yes!  Yes, honey!"
     
     Laura began to fuck her slowly, sensually, with her
hand, sliding her other hand up Sara's naked body to one of
her luscious breasts, cupping it, squeezing it, scissoring
Sara's large dark nipple with her fingers.  Sara grabbed
Laura's hand with her own, holding it hard on her breast,
her eyes searching Laura's, throbbing, pulsing, her pelvis
now churning in rhythm with Laura's slow thrusts.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!  Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, her eyes rolling up,
her eyelids fluttering helplessly.  "Oh Jesus yes!"
     
     Their rhythm accelerated.  Whether they wanted it to or
not, the force of Sara's sexual need now drove them forward
more rapidly, as well as Laura's heated, almost
uncontrollable desire for her, their hot, striving bodies
linked in the most intimate way possible, Laura's hand deep
within Sara's body, bringing her along, bringing her up,
helping her to the pinnacle.  Sara was now bearing down with
each forward push on Laura's wrist with her own pubic bone,
her hips shuddering and shimmying a little each time, her
breath coming faster and faster, whistling past her teeth,
her eyes increasingly frantic as her climax approached.
     
     Laura's hand did not leave her naked breast, and she
couldn't have pulled it off anyway since Sara too held it
there tightly with her own hand.  Laura squeezed the firm
round globe, twisting her hand slightly inside Sara's tight
pussy, watching Sara nearly swoon with pleasure.
     
     "Ungghhh!" Sara groaned, her head falling back.
     
     "Oh Sara, I love you," Laura panted softly, feeling
mawkish and yet completely honest, unable to restrain
herself or stop the words from escaping her lips.
     
     It was as if their hot blood pulsed in unison, their
skins and flesh completely mated and glued and merging
together, their eyes connected by a circuit of sexual
electricity so stirring that Laura could even feel a
sympathetic orgasm somehow being sparked awake deep in the
recesses of her own body.  Oh god . . . I might come too,
she thought.  I might come as soon as she does!  I can feel
it!
     
     She had no free hand to use to rub her own wet and
aching pussy, so all of her sexual need seemed funneled into
an even more heated and vigorous love assault on Sara, who
was quickly sinking into a delirium of hunger, only seconds
away from coming stupendously.
     
     "Ungghh!  Ohnngg!" Sara groaned as Laura twisted her
hand more rapidly, and stroked in and out of the tight,
spongy sleeve of Sara's pussy with it, making more of a fist
now, letting Sara feel the edges of her knuckles as she
pushed it in and pulled it halfway out.  "Anngghh!  Oh god .
. . Laura!"
     
     "Oh honey, are you going to come?"
     
     "Ungghh!  Oh god, yes!"
     
     Sara was fucking back hard now, jamming her cunt down
on Laura's hand, her face torn by a grimace of excruciating
intensity, her entire body shaking and straining for
release.
     
     "Can I suck it?  Can I suck your beautiful pussy?"
     
     Sara was past responding to anything but the orgasm
that was only seconds away.  Her hand clutching Laura's hand
to her breast clamped Laura's wrist like a vise, and she
pumped and whimpered hysterically, her eyes flashing red as
she craned her neck to look down her body at Laura's hand
embedded in her swollen black pussy.  But Laura could not
resist one more taste of her sweet little clit, which was,
she knew, about to explode in a violent series of spasms.
She lowered her lips to it, though Sara's churning, bucking
pelvis made contact difficult.
     
     "Mmmmm . . . mmmmm . . ." she hummed almost insanely as
she finally got her lips on the puffed up little wet bead,
sucking it quickly, knowing she would not have much longer.
     
     "AAAUNNGGHHH!" Sara suddenly cried out, as loud a cry
as Laura had ever heard her make.
     
     Sara's body flexed and arced up off the bed, her groin,
impaled as it was on Laura's hand, shuddering and twitching
in the air as the first horrific shock of her climax
wrenched her.  Laura released Sara's clit from her lips and
simply went with the flow, no longer forcing her hand in and
out of Sara's pussy but holding it still, letting Sara
pleasure herself completely on it, which she did, gyrating
wildly as she fell back to the mattress, wheezing and
pumping and gasping and coming in a fierce spate of sexual
release for the next several seconds, her lovely breasts
bouncing and rolling on her chest as she surged and strained
for the last scintilla of rapture, her face torn in a sharp
seizure of excruciating sensations.
     
     "Unngghhh!  Ohhmmnggiieee!" she squealed, flipping and
squirming, her eyes watery and stunned as she opened them
briefly to again look at Laura's hand embedded deep in her
body, before she half-swooned again and succumbed to another
series of powerful aftershocks.  "Ohhnnnnnn!  Oh god . . .
ohhnnnnn . . . oh Laura!  Unhhhhh!"
     
     When the worst, or the best, had past, Laura was unable
to resist the urge to embrace Sara and kiss her
passionately.  As Sara's quivering body settled back to the
mattress, and her body, starting with her legs and her
uncurling toes, grew more limp as the tension dissipated by
her fierce orgasm slowly ebbed away, Laura was able
skillfully to slip her wet hand out of Sara's pussy without
really disturbing her post-climactic trance and wipe it
clean on the sheet.
     
     Then she slid one arm behind Sara's neck and wrapped
the other around the front of her body, across her gorgeous
breasts, and hugged her with purpose and meaning, running
her tongue up Sara's smooth cheek to her ear and slithering
it inside.
     
     "I think you are so beautiful when you come," she
breathed into Sara's ear.
     
     Sara blinked.  The expression on her face made her look
like she had been to the moon and back, in only a few
minutes.  She turned her face to Laura's, her dark eyes wide
and shiny and serious.
     
     "I think you are so beautiful when you make me," she
whispered back.  "I don't know if I ever came that hard . .
. even with you."
     
     They whispered and cooed softly for another five
minutes, while Sara made a slow journey back from the land
of pulverizing ecstasy.  She began to make love to Laura
herself at this point, first kissing her sensually, moving
her voluptuous little body suggestively against Laura's,
knowing from experience how much it turned Laura on.
     
     In a few more minutes Laura was cawing and writhing in
a seizure of her own, overcome by wave after wave of a
supreme emotional/physical orgasm, whimpering into Sara's
bare shoulder as the last dying spasms squeezed every last
ounce of love and pleasure from her throbbing flesh.  She
realized that she was crying briefly, so briefly that she
sniffled and sucked back the tears, as if on this very
emotional evening it was too maudlin to go overboard like
this.
     
     "It's always so good with you," she murmured into
Sara's round, bare shoulder.  "You make it so good."
     
     With her hand under Laura's chin, Sara pulled Laura's
face up to hers.  Looking directly at Laura, she crossed her
eyes and screwed up her lips.  "Duhhhh.  We're in love,
right?  It's supposed to be this good."
     
     Laura held her tightly, unable to resist the
opportunity to dig her fingers into Sara's jouncy round ass
once again.  "God, I'm sure in love with you.  I knew I
would just die tonight if I couldn't see you."
     
     Sara smiled.  "I die when you put your hand in me.  Did
I ever tell you that?  I just die.  I never knew I could
come so hard.  It's all these . . . gushy feelings, too.  I
just love you when you do that.  I die of love."
     
     Laura brushed Sara's cheek with her lips.  "You're
making me hot again.  You better not do that.  This isn't
the weekend, like it usually is.  We both have to go to work
in the morning.  We can't be fucking all night long.  You
wear me out."
     
     "Tell me about it," Sara nodded sensibly.  "Think you
can sleep next to me without putting your hands all over
this bod in the middle of the night?"
     
     Laura slowly shook her head.  She lifted both hands to
Sara's naked breasts, holding them lightly from underneath
in her palms, running her thumbs across Sara's huge dark
areolas, brushing the thick center stems of her shockingly
desirable nipples.
     
     "I could never do that," she murmured, feeling a warm
sexual glow pass through her body again, a reawakening of
desire for this lovely woman.  How could Evangelina, or
those other men, or anyone, ever have turned her down, or
cast her aside?
     
     Sara winked.  "Me neither.  About yours, I mean, not
mine.  Tell you what.  I'll make us a cup of tea.  Then we
can . . . you know, do another round together, and then you
can go home and water your plants or something so we can
both get some sleep tonight."
     
     "Sounds like a plan," Laura said, trying to kiss her
again.
     
     But Sara pulled away and reached for her pajama top,
which had fallen off the bed.  "You're a sex fiend, Laura.
How many times I have to tell you that?  Now leave me alone
for a few minutes and let me revive.  You trying to destroy
me, girl."
     
     Laura pulled her back before she could get the top on,
running her hands all over Sara's naked flesh.  "I can never
get enough of you.  Never."
     
     Sara softened and grinned at Laura wryly.  "All I can
say is it's a good thing I'm a sex maniac too.  We fit, at
least.  Two of a kind.  Little black girl, little white
girl, playing doctor all the time.  Can't stop.  We're sick,
girl.  Sick, I tell you."
     
     "I know," Laura gave her a throaty laugh.  "Don't you
love it?"
     
     "I love it."  Sara consented to be kissed, then kissed
Laura back.  "I truly love it."  She bussed Laura's nose.
"Now come in with me to the kitchen and drink your green
tea, which will keep you young and strong for more . . . you
know what."
     
     
     
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