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       Frankie was reserved, buttoned down, withdrawn and unsure of herself, shy, demure; though months working at a high-powered law firm had had the effect of making her a little more self-confident and aware of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



