Chapter 215
     
     
     
     A management retreat for selected employees was held
for two days at the Sonoma Mission Inn, a famous and
expensive nearby resort.  Laura was obliged to attend and
pleased to notice that Rhonda would not be there, nor
Yvette.  Each person had her or his own room, in the old
section of the Inn, and Laura was the envy of those who did
not get picked to go.
     
     However, in the event it was all hard work.  They might
be at a spa and golf paradise, with heated swimming pools
and a four star restaurant, but they spent most of both days
doing group exercises focusing on mission statements and
corporate objectives.  The only thing to liven it up a bit
for Laura was the unexpected presence of Tamara Taylor, who
attended as part of a cross-functional work team.
     
     More surprising, Tamara, who had been so hostile and
censorious to Laura in the past, nearly accusing her of some
horrible crime for staring at her, almost implying Laura
wanted to rape her or worse, was very friendly and sweet.
Also shockingly gorgeous, as Laura already knew.  Since she
had already been caught licking Tamara with her eyes (she
couldn't deny it, to herself), Laura had to be doubly
careful not to repeat the offense.
     
     Fortunately, there were plenty of other people around
during the day-long meetings to keep both of their minds on
track.  Laura used the meetings skillfully to drink in
Tamara with her eyes whenever she was behind her, or off to
one side, where it wouldn't be obvious.
     
     She really was delicious, her hair long, soft, dark-
honey colored, the kind of hair Laura knew many of her own
girlfriends would kill for.  Her skin was not dark but
tawny, not even the deep golden hue of Camille, or the rich
tan of Sholandra, but more like Vanessa's skin, a light
mocha or cafe-au-lait tone, exquisitely smooth and glowing
with health.  Her eyes were dark brown, very alive,
vivacious, sparkling and direct.
     
     And Laura did not even dare to let her eyes linger on
Tamara's body.  Tamara was about as tall as Laura, but
whereas Laura had a long, lean model's body, Tamara's was
more classically formed, almost perfectly proportioned, with
larger breasts than Laura's, a very slender waist, and
fuller hips.  Of course, she wore tailored business clothes
that only allowed Laura to imagine what lay underneath them,
but Laura couldn't help thinking about it.
     
     Somebody gets to fuck that delicious creature, she
thought, admiring Tamara's tiny waist from across the room,
surreptitiously.  But then Laura felt guilty for even using
the `f' word in her thoughts.  Wanting to sleep with the
beautiful Tamara had got her into trouble before for staring
too blatantly at the girl.  She had to be more careful.
     
     As it turned out, after a group dinner in the Grill,
the four-star restaurant, people lingered in the bar or the
terrace, around the pool, and by nine o'clock Laura found
herself sitting at a poolside table alone with Tamara.  All
the others had drifted off to bed.
     
     Warm and relaxed after a few drinks, Laura was even
able to give up the desire to sleep with this girl.  She
knew from Tamara's earlier hostility that there was no
chance anyway, and so she luxuriated calmly in talking to
her and looking at her loveliness.  Tamara was now friendly
and warm herself, betraying no sign of her earlier
accusatory attitude to Laura, until just before they both
stood up from the table to return to their rooms.
     
     "By the way," she said softly, placing one hand on
Laura's arm.  "I want to apologize for that morning.  When I
. . . accused you of staring.  I was out of line."
     
     She paused, waiting for Laura to speak, looking
directly, almost searchingly, into Laura's eyes.  Laura
didn't know what to say.
     
     "Oh . . . it's okay.  I get stared at a lot myself."
     
     "I'll bet you do," Tamara smiled.
     
     They walked together back from the pool toward the Inn.
Soon they found themselves in the same corridor, and when
Laura got to her door and started fishing for her key, they
both realized at the same second that Tamara was doing it
too, standing at the adjacent door.
     
     "Gosh, our rooms are right next to each other," Tamara
exclaimed.  "Hope you don't snore."
     
     No, Laura thought, I don't.  I don't think so, anyway.
But I might give off a little orgasmic squeak if I have a
dream of you, sweetie.
     
     She realized in the middle of this reverie that she was
staring in an unmistakably sexual manner again at Tamara.
She moved her head from side to side to shake herself out of
it.
     
     "If I do, just bang on the wall," she smiled.
     
     "Okay.  Nightie night."
     
     Laura smiled again and watched the girl go into her
room and close the door.  She went into her own.  The rooms
were small but stylish, renovated from a more remote time to
look quaint.  They had fans instead of air conditioning, and
canopied beds.  Since this was the wine country, each room
had a complimentary bottle of wine on the bedside table.
     
     She changed into a fluffy pink bathrobe she had
brought, wearing nothing underneath, figuring perhaps she
would read for a while, then take a bath.  She had not
really noticed that there was a locked door between her room
and Tamara's until she heard Tamara knocking on it from the
other side.
     
     "Laura . . ." her distant, muffled voice could be
heard, raised but trying not to shout.  Another knock.
     
     Laura went over to the door.  She looked down at the
bolt.  Obviously, the rooms could be used by people who were
together and needed a larger space.
     
     "Yes?" she said, leaning her face against the door, not
wanting to raise her voice either.
     
     "I'm not sleepy.  Can I come over and talk?"
     
     "Sure."
     
     Each unlocked her side of the door, and Tamara came
into Laura's room, leaving it open.  She was wearing a thin
white cotton nightgown and carrying her bottle of wine.
Laura, ever aware, couldn't help noticing the swaying globes
of Tamara's loose breasts moving under her gown.
     
     "I thought we might have a glass of wine together,"
Tamara said.  "Maybe it'll make me sleepy enough to go to
sleep."
     
     "Worth a try," Laura said.
     
     Tamara sat in the small Queen Anne-style chair and
Laura on the bed.  They sipped wine and chatted.
     
     "You're a lesbian, aren't you," Tamara said, without
warning.
     
     Laura almost choked on a sip of wine.  "I . . . don't
think of myself that way," she gasped, flushing, looking
down at her feet, which poked out from under her bathrobe.
     
     "I saw you and that beautiful girl with the braids.
You know . . . looking at each other.  I don't know if
anybody else saw.  But it was pretty obvious.  Maybe most
people wouldn't think it, though, since you're both so
beautiful.  Most people think they're bruisers, lady
wrestlers and like that.  Not gorgeous like some model, like
you two."
     
     Laura tried to smile, feeling her face was very tight,
wishing desperately for the blushing to stop.
     
     "I think Rhonda's one too," Tamara went on.  "You know
her?  Rhonda Reardon?  She's never come on to me, of course,
but I think she'd like to.  And she's definitely got
something going with a couple of girls.  I see her with them
sometimes.  They just have a look like they've been rubbing
together, know what I mean?  Sometimes you can just feel
those things.  Like you and that sister who wears the
expensive business suits.  Once in a while I see her going
into your office, or you two going out to lunch.  You're
doing it with her too, aren't you?"
     
     Laura was flabbergasted.  She was so flummoxed that she
could hardly speak and kept twisting the fingers of the hand
that held her wine glass with her other fingers.  "Why do
you think so?"
     
     Tamara laughed softly.  "She looks at you like your
shit doesn't stink, if you'll pardon the expression."
     
     "Maybe she likes me."
     
     "I guess she does."
     
     Laura pursed her lips, feeling her anger grow.  "Did
you come over here so you could insult me?"
     
     Tamara looked genuinely shocked.  "It's not an insult.
They're both completely beautiful, and so are you.  Why
shouldn't you guys sleep together if that's what you want?"
     
     Laura smirked and nodded.  "As long as you don't think
I'm making a pass at you," she said, relieved to be able to
be blunt.
     
     Now Tamara's eyes registered a deep, knowing, scheming
comprehension, as if she were getting into territory she had
hoped to discover.  Laura was surprised to see it, but it
wasn't unwelcome.  There was more to this visit than she
first suspected, and it aroused her interest.  Is this a
game?
     
     "What would it be like if you did?" Tamara asked,
looking directly into Laura's eyes with her Baby Browns, her
face open and inquisitive, very beautiful.
     
     "If I made a pass at you?"
     
     Tamara nodded, still not releasing Laura's eyes.  She
was very bold, Laura thought.
     
     "First . . . a toast," Laura said, raising her glass.
"To us . . . to knowing each other better."  She veiled her
eyes, letting them smoke with meaning.
     
     Slowly, her eyes still locked to Laura's, Tamara raised
her wine glass to her lips.  They were full lips but not
thick and sensual.  Her face had traces of African ancestry,
but her features betrayed the strong Caucasian component of
her blood, also shown by her light tawny skin.  She took a
sip, and wine dribbled down her chin onto her nightgown,
making big dark red splotches.
     
     "Oh god . . . look what I've done!" she said,
exasperated, wiping away the dribbles from her chin with the
back of one hand.  "I've ruined it!  And it's my favorite!"
     
     Laura got up from the bed, setting her own glass on the
bedstand, taking Tamara's from her while Tamara examined the
wine stains.  "You have to soak it in cold water
immediately.  And salt would help.  Maybe there's some salt
around.  Or we could go down to the restaurant and borrow a
shaker."
     
     "It's the only one I brought," Tamara sulked.
     
     Laura took charge.  "Go back to your room."  She pulled
her up out of the chair with one hand.  "Take it off and
soak it in your basin in cold water.  I have a nightie that
I'm not wearing.  I'll bring it to you."
     
     Tamara nodded.  Halfway through the door connecting
their two rooms, she looked back ambiguously at Laura.  "Why
don't you just throw the nightie through the open door onto
the bed," she suggested.  "You don't have to come in."
     
     Laura blushed hotly again.  "Of course," she said,
feeling very embarrassed.
     
     Did she think I was going to rape her? she wondered.
     
     But when she opened her suitcase to get the nightie,
she wondered if it were such a good idea after all.  Packing
in a hurry, she had thrown in a wispy, diaphanous, peach-
colored thing, very skimpy and sexy, probably hoping in the
back of her mind to see one of her darlings--Yvette, or
Karen, or Sholandra, even April--at the retreat.  She had
given it no thought until now, but if Tamara saw this sexy
little number, she would again think Laura was trying to
seduce her.  Which, on the other hand, before dribbling the
wine down her chin, she had seemed to be inviting.
     
     It was all too confusing for Laura, who was already
tired after a day of meetings.  Why doesn't she just take
that precious little black (cafe-au-lait) pussy that she
doesn't want Rhonda or I to have and pack herself off to bed
naked, with both doors securely locked? Laura wondered.
     
     Nevertheless, she walked over to the open connecting
door and tossed the peach nightie through it onto Tamara's
bed.  Tamara was still in the bathroom soaking her stained
nightgown.  Laura again sat on the bed and sipped her wine.
There was no TV in the rooms, and she would have given
anything for one right now, to fill the silence.
     
     Moments later, Tamara peeped through the door, craning
her neck--a long, smooth, beautiful neck--around the door
frame.  "This is too sexy," she giggled nervously.  "I'd
feel embarrassed to come back in it."
     
     Laura grinned sardonically.  "I'll hand you your wine
and you can drink the rest of it over there."
     
     "Oh well . . . maybe it isn't so bad.  If you promise
not to look."
     
     "No promises," Laura said, honestly.
     
     Tamara came back into her room anyway.  As Laura had
already guessed, the girl's near-naked body was a paragon of
perfection, the closest thing to perfect Laura had seen
since Lorrie Barnes, ex-Playmate.  Tamara would make a
perfect Playmate herself with a body like that, Laura
realized.
     
     "You look great in it," Laura said, again honestly.
"It's yours.  I make you a gift of it.  The fellas will be
drooling all over their boots."
     
     Tamara smiled demurely, the first time Laura had ever
seen her uncomfortable.  She wondered if this might be a bad
idea after all.  Tamara was half-naked, her large dark
nipples clearly visible through the mesh of the sexy
nightie, her marvelous light-brown thighs bare and smooth.
Laura was still tightly-wound in her bathrobe.
     
     "What about the girls?" Tamara asked pointedly.
     
     "Some of them will too," Laura admitted.  "I will."
     
     "You're not wearing boots," Tamara said, glancing down
at Laura's bare feet.
     
     "I'm not wearing anything," Laura said softly.  "Under
this, I mean," she flirted back.
     
     Tamara looked down at her own inadequately-concealed
body.  Her full young breasts swelled invitingly under the
filmy nightie.  She was still wearing her panties, actually
a champagne-colored thong that went very well with the
nightie.  It was very alluring, and Laura tried not to look.
     
     "I feel like I might as well be naked too," she said.
"Gosh, this thing is great.  Are you really going to let me
have it?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "It'll give your boyfriend a woody for
sure."
     
     Tamara laughed.  "You're kind of funny."
     
     "Thank you."
     
     "I feel very uncomfortable being almost naked.  I think
I'll just go back to my room and try to go to sleep."
     
     Laura sighed inwardly.  Tamara was wildly desirable but
also very annoying in her half-flirtatious, half-judgmental
way.  I'm tired of playing Whose Got The Button with you, my
dear, she thought.  Either you want to spend the night in
bed with me, or you don't.
     
     "I understand," Laura said, unable to disguise the
weariness in her voice.  "You go ahead.  See you in the
morning."
     
     Tamara lingered at the shared door.  She seemed to be
hoping Laura would call her back.  But Laura wasn't going to
give her the opportunity to be coerced.  She smiled,
tightly.
     
     "Goodnight."
     
     Tamara smiled and nodded.  She went into her own room
and closed the door.  Laura listened for the bolt but didn't
hear it.  She didn't lock her side either.  There was always
a remote chance . . .
     
     Gosh, she's so beautiful, Laura thought.  I'm sorry she
couldn't take the plunge.  I think half of her wanted to.
     
     Laura finished her wine and slipped into bed naked,
having given her nightie to Tamara.  She drifted into a half-
sleep, then broke out of it when she heard Tamara rapping
softly on the adjoining door.
     
     "Laura?"
     
     "Yes."
     
     "I can't sleep.  Could you come over and rub my neck
and my back to help me sleep?"
     
     Laura smiled in the dark.  "Sure.  Give me a minute."
     
     She got out of bed and slipped back into her robe.
When she entered Tamara's room, the dim bedside lamp was on
and Tamara was on her stomach in the bed, her chin on her
hands on the pillow.  The covers were pulled up over her
ass.  She had also pulled up the nightie above her
shoulderblades, exposing a delicious naked back.  She smiled
up at Laura.
     
     "My financ‚ always does it for me when I can't sleep,"
she explained.
     
     Laura sat on the edge of the bed and put her fingers on
Tamara's beautiful smooth back.  She was an excellent back
rubber but had to control her urge to lean forward and kiss
this marvelous expanse of naked, firm, warm flesh while she
was also rubbing it.
     
     "Your fianc‚," she murmured.  "What's his name?
     
     "Stewart.  He's a football player.  He plays defensive
backfield for the Bengals.  Do you know football?"
     
     "Not a bit.  You have a beautiful back."
     
     "That's what Stewart says."
     
     Laura found herself remembering Deshona, whose back she
had also rubbed like this, an act that had resulted in a
sexual meltdown for them both.  She tried not to compare,
but Tamara's back, though lovely, was second only to
Deshona's masterpiece.  She also remembered how Deshona
loved to be fucked in this position, and had described how
her ex-husband had loved to fuck her that way, while rubbing
her back.  Did Tamara's `fianc‚' do the same thing to her?
     
     "Mmmm, Laura, that feels good.  You're good at this,"
Tamara murmured dreamily as Laura's fingers explored the
smooth, satiny flesh.
     
     Laura was aroused, there was no denying it.  She wanted
her now more than ever.  She wondered if Tamara were
becoming aroused too.
     
     Laura had thrown her bathrobe on loosely, and the
movement of her arms while rubbing Tamara's back loosened it
further so that it gaped open in front.  This gave her an
idea.  She always found the feel of another woman's naked
breasts pushing into her own back very erotic.
     
     Without interrupting her motion, she leaned forward,
letting her naked breasts swoop across Tamara's skin,
grazing it with her nipples, then pushing them even closer,
feeling them squash against Tamara's flesh.  Tamara did not
seem to react.  Laura leaned closer, so close that Tamara
could feel her warm breath on her back and her neck, where
Laura had pulled up her long hair.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . should we be doing this?" she smiled,
eyes closed.  "It feels too good to believe."
     
     "You like it?"
     
     "Oh yes."
     
     "Do you like this?"  Laura kissed one shoulderblade,
right in the smooth hollow under the tip of its wing.
     
     "Yes," Tamara breathed.
     
     Laura took her reply as an invitation to continue, and
she did continue, caressing Tamara's naked back more
aggressively now, kissing the smooth warm skin everywhere.
She kissed the nape of her neck, then the backs of her
shoulders, the shallow groove made by her spine, kissing all
the way down to where the bedcovers concealed her bottom.
Then she moved her lips slowly up again, now skimming her
naked breasts again along Tamara's back.
     
     "Oh . . . that feels so good," Tamara sighed.
     
     This time Laura pressed her lips to the girl's ear,
breathing into it and quickly invading it with her tongue,
then pulling it back.  Tamara shivered.  Laura did it again.
     
     Opening her eyes, Tamara turned her face up, rolling
her body sideways at the same time, and Laura's mouth caught
hers effortlessly.  They were deep into a kiss before there
could be any pulling back.  Tamara rolled onto her side, and
Laura embraced her easily, pressing their naked breasts
together as they kissed.
     
     The kiss lasted a long time, until Laura broke it off
long enough to kiss Tamara's long neck, her ear again, her
forehead, her neck again.  "Will Stewart mind if I make love
to his fianc‚e?" she murmured very softly.
     
     Tamara skimmed the bathrobe off Laura's shoulders and
began kissing Laura's neck too, pushing the sleeves down
Laura's arms, rubbing their breasts together excitedly.
"Who cares about him?" she whispered.  "I didn't think I'd
ever get you to do this."
     
     Laura gave her a scorching kiss now, stabbing her
tongue deep into Tamara's mouth.  She dropped both hands to
the girl's luscious, firm breasts, squeezing them urgently,
pinching Tamara's large, soft nipples with her thumbs and
forefingers until they sprang up hard.
     
     "I've never done it with another girl before," Tamara
confessed in a whisper.
     
     Laura grinned.  "Hardly news."
     
     "What if I don't know what to do?"
     
     "Do you come?"
     
     Tamara nodded.  "Sometimes it takes me forever."
     
     "Mmmm, not tonight.  You lie there, darling, and let
Laura make your pretty little pussy jump for joy."
     
     Tamara's eyes were luminous with happiness and sexual
excitement.  She was a totally different person now that
Laura had got past her defenses, her pert coquettish
insolence and her censorious attitude.  Now she was pure and
sweet and simple, a beautiful young girl dying to be
ravished by her stunning lesbian co-worker.  And Laura was
fully up to the task.
     
     Quickly, they slid the flimsy nightie off Tamara, and
Laura slipped her arms out of the robe, tossing it off the
bed onto the floor.  Now they were both totally naked, and
they coiled together, kissing passionately.  Laura ran her
hands all over the girl's magnificent body, admiring its
perfect curves, tiny waist, full, springy breasts.
     
     She cupped one in her palm and slid her mouth down to
the large, deep-purplish nipple, which reminded her of
Vanessa's purple nipples.  Actually, Tamara's nipples were
not really purple but deep reddish brown that looked
purplish in the half-light, but like Vanessa's they took on
a more purplish hue as Laura sucked them, drawing in more
blood, which gave them a deep rosy-purple glow as they
stiffened.
     
     "Ohhhh!" Tamara sighed, watching Laura's lips tugging
her nipples.  "Oh . . . you do that good!"
     
     Laura now held both beautiful breasts in her hands,
squeezing the firm globes and sucking Tamara's erect, wet
nipples hungrily, sucking them hard.
     
     "These are very beautiful," she cooed.  "Stewart is a
lucky guy."
     
     "He doesn't suck them like that," Tamara panted,
smiling almost shyly, very aroused.
     
     "Mmmm, do you like it?" Laura smiled, looking up.
     
     Tamara's dark eyes were glazed, pulsing hotly.  She
nodded.  "Do it some more."
     
     "It's my pleasure."
     
     After a couple of minutes of this, Tamara was twisting
uncontrollably in the sheets.  Laura raised her head and
kissed the girl's mouth aggressively, romantically, their
tongues coiling and dancing together.  She loved the soft
whimpering that came from deep in Tamara's chest as she
surrendered to Laura's passionate caresses.
     
     Laura was overcome by deep affection and lust.  This
poor beautiful girl wanted me to do this to her all along,
she realized.  She wasn't really hostile at all, just
afraid.  Frightened that I might be able to make her respond
this way.  Look how excited she is!  And her body is so
delicious.  I'll bet her pussy is just spilling over with
juice.
     
     Laura kissed her way down Tamara's beautiful naked
body, taking her time on the way, exploring every delectable
detail.  Again she let her lips linger over the girl's damp,
purplish nipples, now rubbery and erect from sexual
excitement, then dipped lower, exploring Tamara's deep navel
with her tongue.  Beautiful as she was, Tamara had probably
never been as minutely worshipped as this, having every inch
of her naked body kissed and stroked.  It was a feast of
warm, vibrant, glowing tan flesh, smooth and velvety, and
Laura was in no hurry, kissing every bit of it slowly,
sensually.
     
     She finally slid down between the girl's yawning thighs
and spread open Tamara's lovely wet pussy with her fingers,
pulling open the dark, glossy inner lips to reveal the
fiery, glistening cleft of her fresh young cunt.  It was,
like the rest of Tamara, exquisitely lovely, burbling with
warm fuck juice, inflamed and magenta colored, very inviting
and succulent.
     
     "Oh . . . oh!" Tamara whimpered, writhing in
anticipation.  "Oh yes!"
     
     "Oh baby . . . you have such a beautiful pussy," Laura
murmured, slithering her tongue right into the center of it,
feeling Tamara shudder as her body responded to the long-
anticipated penetration.
     
     "Ahhhh!"
     
     Laura had licked a lot of lovely pussies, but the first
time was always a delight and adventure to her. She loved
immersing herself totally in the experience, inhaling
Tamara's unique odors and tasting the tangy juices of her
warm, flowing slit, drawing her tongue slowly across
Tamara's bulging little clit to see how Tamara would react.
     
     "Uhn!" she gasped.  "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     The intense pleasure this brought her was easily
apparent.  Smiling, Laura slid both hands under the girl's
smooth, round bottom, squeezing her buns and slipping her
tongue back down into the gooey warm trench of Tamara's
pussy itself, leaving her fantastically sensitive clit for
later, for the final paroxysm, which, from Tamara's frantic
squirming, Laura was convinced would be soon.
     
     But she did not want it to end quickly.  It was not
only physically arousing to her to make love to the girl's
beautiful pussy this way, slowly and skillfully bringing
Tamara to the point of no return, but it was also a sweet
triumph to have reduced her to such wild, uncontrollable
need.  She had shocked Laura to the quick weeks earlier by
accusing her of blatant, sexual staring, and Laura had
suffered acute shame and embarrassment ever since, whenever
their eyes met.
     
     But now Tamara, with Laura between her legs, sucking
and licking her young pussy hungrily, was writhing, moaning
semi-hysterically, grabbing and twisting her own luscious
breasts, pulling her nipples, churning her hips.  Laura
wanted to extend this sweet torment as long as possible.
Darling, you are going to come so hard, she thought.  You'll
be wishing I did this to you weeks ago.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god . . . Laura!  Unhhh!  Oh god, it feels so
good . . . the way you do that!  Oh yes . . . oh yes!"
     
     But Laura realized that they were in a small, old
resort with tiny rooms and thin walls, surrounded by fellow
workers.  Some would be asleep, some dozing, some reading.
Many would hear Tamara's cries of ecstacy, if she kept this
up.  And Tamara was truly out of control, mewling and
clawing her luscious, tawny thighs with her fingers,
quivering on the verge of a big orgasm.
     
     Momentarily, Laura stopped eating her pussy.  She slid
up Tamara's incredible undulating body, certain as she
caressed it that she had never been in bed with anybody more
beautiful, and kissed her cheek tenderly, whispering to her
at the same time.
     
     "Honey . . . they'll hear us," she whispered.  She
pulled a pillow over, turning Tamara's head gently with her
hand so that she was facing it.  "I'm going to make you come
now."
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!" Tamara panted, eyes glazed, her
beautiful face contorted with desperation.
     
     "When you feeling it coming, turn your face into this
pillow.  Just so they don't hear," she added gently.
     
     God, this is worse than being at home, Laura reflected,
pausing to enjoy Tamara's scrumptious breasts again on her
way back down to the wet magenta rose.  At least in my own
bed I know it'll only be either Kendra or Jane listening,
and they won't be shocked, at least.  But here . . . it
could be anybody.
     
     She realized she could go easy on Tamara and just help
her to a modest little climax to release the tension.  But
she knew neither of them could settle for that.  For one
thing, Tamara was already too overwrought.  Laura had done
her job well, and the girl was delirious from sexual need,
squirming and whimpering in complete abandon.  And Laura
herself wanted to give her the most shattering orgasm
possible.
     
     This time she slid two fingers up into Tamara's tight,
well-lubricated pussy, fucking her with them, thrilling
Tamara, who began to whimper and gyrate her hips
immediately.  Laura also bent her lips to Tamara's pussy and
began to suck her clit too, knowing that this combination
would bring the girl to a flaming paradise in a matter of
seconds.
     
     "Oh!  Ahhhhnnn!  Oh shit . . . Laura yes Laura yes yes
yes!  Oh Laura yes!  Ungghh!"
     
     "The pillow, honey . . . the pillow!" Laura said, very
aroused herself by Tamara's beautiful, clenching, undulating
body.
     
     "Oh god, yes!"  Tamara turned her face into the pillow,
grabbing for it spastically with one hand at the same time.
"Unnmmgghhhuumphhhohnggpmmgphh!" she groaned, coming almost
immediately, her cries half-smothered by the pillow, her
body pumping and shuddering so hard that for a moment the
bed bumped against the wall, striking more fear into Laura's
heart.
     
     Her orgasm was long and thorough, and Laura did not
release Tamara's throbbing clit from her lips until the
girl's incredibly lovely body finally went slack and sank
down again into the rumpled sheets.  Even then, Tamara was
still moaning from the aftershocks.  Laura counted four of
them, successively weaker but still strong enough to shake
Tamara's beautiful flesh, leaving her luscious naked breasts
jiggling after each one.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!" she finally moaned, turning her head back
from the pillow, gazing up at Laura, letting Laura hear the
full measure of her bliss.
     
     Her moans were soft enough to stay within the room but
emphatic enough to tell Laura that it had been a killer.
Her eyes said the same thing.
     
     Laura's wet fingers were still inside Tamara's pussy.
Slowly, she withdrew them, then slowly licked each one, her
eyes still locked with Tamara's.  Tamara watched,
hypnotized, but then made a face.
     
     "You don't have to do that."
     
     "I like doing it."
     
     Her fingers now clean, Laura lay down next to Tamara,
feeling, as usual, a continuing, overwhelming lust for her,
determined now that they had broken the ice to fuck her for
the rest of the night.  Tamara caressed Laura's cheek with
one finger.
     
     "I like you.  I've never met anyone like you.
Especially anyone who could, you know, make me come like
that.  That was the first time I really ever felt like I was
going to heaven.  Know what I mean?"
     
     Laura nodded, wanting to go to heaven herself.  Her
body was very overwrought too from the experience of making
love to Tamara.
     
     "I don't think I can put my mouth on your pussy,
though," Tamara said, matter-of-factly, unembarrassed.  "I
mean, I'm not really a lesbian like you.  I just did this
because it seemed like . . . oh, I don't know."
     
     "Because you wanted to?" Laura prompted.
     
     Tamara nodded.  "And I knew somehow you would do it to
me good.  But I don't think I can---"
     
     "Don't worry about it.  Do you just want to lie here
and watch me bring myself off?" Laura asked, a little
sarcastically.
     
     "Gee, that sounds exciting.  Could I?"
     
     Boy, this beautiful girl is kind of an airhead, isn't
she? Laura thought.  She glanced up and down Tamara's
spectacular naked body, letting them linger on Tamara's
swollen, damp, purplish nipples again.
     
     "If you let me suck your nipples while I'm doing it, I
will come very fast," Laura whispered, eyes heavy-lidded.
"You have the most gorgeous breasts."
     
     "You think so?  Stewart slobbers all over them.  But he
never sucked them the way you were sucking them.  So hard.
God, it just made me all wet and gooey down there.  No
wonder I came so hard."
     
     I might as well do it, Laura resigned herself.  She's
not going to help.  Except by letting me have this wonderful
body.  At least it's better than masturbating alone.
     
     With one hand, she held one of Tamara's firm breasts
and began to lick the large, swelling nipple, still damp
from her previous visit.  "I love your nipples."
     
     "They're so . . . funny-colored, don't you think?
Ahhhhh!   Oh my, that feels good!"
     
     "Mmmm, I want to swallow it."
     
     Laura sucked Tamara's big, rubbery nipple into her
mouth and lowered her other hand to her crotch, slipping a
finger into the wet warm groove between her cuntlips, where
she had hoped to feel Tamara's tongue.  Oh, I guess this
won't be so bad, she thought, quickly becoming very aroused,
feeling her breath quicken, her body begin to flutter all
over with sexual excitement.
     
     Holding Tamara's breast and pinching the thick wet
nipple, she kissed Tamara's mouth, a kiss that began slowly
but soon became hungry and passionate.  "I wanted you to
fuck me," she whispered against Tamara's even white teeth,
perfect teeth.
     
     "I . . . don't do it with girls," Tamara panted, eyes
again swirling from erotic fascination.
     
     "You could . . . touch it with me," Laura panted,
swirling the tips of two fingers over her clit, feeling so
close that she knew she would come in seconds.
     
     "I . . . can't.  I can't touch it."
     
     "Try.  Oh!" Laura gasped, biting her lower lip.
     
     She felt Tamara's tentative hand brush her own, the one
that was caressing her clit.  Two of Tamara's fingers
slipped past Laura's, sliding into the greasy warm folds of
Laura's pussy.
     
     "Ahnn!  Oh yes!" Laura groaned softly.  "Yes baby yes!"
     
     "Are you going to come?"
     
     "Do it fast," Laura coached.  "Yes . . . do it fast,
yes!  Unghhhh!  Oh god!"
     
     Tamara began to move her fingers in and out of Laura's
pussy.  Laura stopped rubbing her clit with her own hand,
hoping to encourage Tamara to take over, to make her come,
to want to make her come.  Slowly, rhythmically, she began
to swirl her hips forward, pushing her oozing, throbbing
cunt into Tamara's moving fingers, feeling Tamara move her
hand more confidently, firmly, feeling the girl's fingers
now graze her erect clit, then mash it harder as the tempo
accelerated.
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!" she panted.  "Tamara, yes, oh god
do it harder!"
     
     "Are you going to come?" Tamara asked again, rubbing
Laura's pussy harder, penetrating it deeper with her
fingers.
     
     Knowing she was only a split second away from a climax,
Laura dropped her mouth to Tamara's other breast, holding it
with her hand too, guiding Tamara's beautiful purplish
nipple between her lips.  She sucked it hard, sucking some
firm breast flesh into her mouth too, and felt the powerful
shocks begin deep inside her body.
     
     A hot squirt of liquid fire suddenly leaped to life in
her groin and poured through her body.  Tamara's wet nipple
slipped from her mouth as a sharp, uncontrollable groan of
ecstacy escaped from her throat.  Some part of her mind
realized that she was making too much noise, more than
Tamara had made, and she pushed her mouth into the valley
between Tamara's luscious breasts as her orgasm grew more
intense.
     
     "Ummmnngghghhpphhhh!"  she groaned, coming in a series
of wrenching shocks.  "Unnghhh!  Oh!  Ummmngghhpphhh!"
     
     "Oh Laura . . . oh Laura," Tamara cooed, holding
Laura's head between her breasts, still moving her fingers
gently in and out of Laura's pussy until the worst of the
shocks passed.
     
     But even after her body went slack, Laura was still
quivering from the aftershocks, which shook her at
intervals.  "Oh . . . god," she finally gasped, blinking,
looking into Tamara's eyes.  "Oh Tamara, thank you."
     
     Tamara looked abashed, even embarrassed, as if
remembering that she had said she didn't do it with girls.
"You're welcome," she suddenly smiled.  "It was good?"
     
     "It was super.  It was killer," Laura added, having
heard Mavis say that.
     
     Tamara's dark brown eyes sparkled.  It was clear she
had received some unexpected pleasure herself from helping
Laura come.  Or, Laura realized, it had just become clear to
her that she was freshly aroused herself.
     
     "God, when you sucked me like that, it made me all warm
and gooey down there again," Tamara confessed.  "And . . .
I've never really seen another woman have a climax before.
It was pretty exciting."
     
     Laura smiled calmly.  "For me, too.  Did it make you
hot again?"
     
     Tamara nodded.
     
     "Mmmm, let Laura make it better," she purred, stroking
the girl's incredible smooth body, kissing her silky
stomach, then her breasts again, then her mouth.
     
     But Tamara gave her a tight little smile.  "Oh no.  I
hate Sloppy Seconds.  You know, guys can't come as fast the
second time, and they really hammer your pussy sometimes.
And it's so wet and---"
     
     "You never come," Laura interjected.
     
     Tamara grinned, startled.  "How did you know?"
     
     "A lucky guess.  But I know somebody who can make you
come.  And I won't have to hammer you, either.  Just some
soft, sweet licking.  How does that sound?"
     
     She knew Tamara was so aroused that she couldn't
refuse.  Very gently, she brought Tamara to a second climax,
and then a third, before they turned out the light to sleep
for a while.  In the darkness, Tamara whispered to her.
     
     "Laura, this is the most marvelous sex I ever had in my
life.  I really enjoyed it."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura hummed, kissing her in the dark.
"There's lots more where that came from."
     
     "Really?"
     
     "Really.  Now get some sleep, darling.  We still have
to get up and work tomorrow."
     
     "If you sleep in this bed, we might . . . get tempted
again."
     
     "Do you want me to go back to my room?"
     
     "Oh no.  Please.  No.  Stay here."
     
     
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