As Laura had predicted, Makeeda, on a brief interlude at home before departing again for the North Sea Jazz Festival, had no objection to adding Sammie, Frankie's love-starved cat, to the Berkeley house's cat menagerie.  "We should change her name, though," she told Laura.  "Monk, Mingus, and Sammie?  She should be Ella.  Or Anita.  Or Billie.  That's it.  Billie.  Sammie," she told the uncaring cat, "you're now Billie."

Since they were all medically altered for safe, non-fertile living, the three cats got along splendidly, playing with or disregarding each other (mostly) by turns.  Laura felt she had done a good deed, since Frankie had got the cat initially at Laura's suggestion.  Frankie was happy that Sammie, now Billie, was no longer pining away all day in her new apartment.  And Makeeda, who knew little, by choice, of Laura's life when she was away, thought that a three-cat family for company could only be better than two.

At work things were as unsettled as ever, though no new potential merger partners had appeared yet on the horizon.  Laura was cleaning up a backlog of reports in her office one Saturday morning, the only person in the office at that time, as far as she knew, when the people who tended to the office plants arrived to water and prune.  In fact, she only saw one of them, though she knew from past encounters that there had to be two, or three.  A young black girl in a green polo shirt with the words "The Green Thumb" silk-screened across the back entered her office silently and began to water the ficus, using a plastic watering can with a long curving spout like the proboscis of a huge green insect..

Laura, pretending to be busy at her desk,  tried not to look too hard at her.  She was only about sixteen, but very pretty, and had a very pretty, tight bottom, and small, jutting young breasts under the shirt.  Oh god, I'm such a sucker for pretty things like her, she realized.  But it had been years since she had actually had sex with an underage girl, and even then it had been mostly because the girl (Jane, Charise, Joy, Carmela) had really done the pursuing, not the other way around.  (Well, maybe not Charise, she thought, ruefully but also nostalgically.)

"Hi," Laura said when the girl looked up for a moment and glanced over at her.  "I'm Laura."

"Hi."  Bashful.  Quickly back to watering, turning her head away, no eye contact. 

She's probably trained to do that, Laura realized.  Don't disturb the office occupants.  Just quietly water the plants and leave.  "And your name is . . . ?" Laura prompted gently.

The girl looked back at her and smiled bashfully again.  "Shamika."

"What a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

"Shamika . . . you look too young to be working already.  Shouldn't you be home doing your school work?"  Laura tried hard to sound casual, though she was really just trying to keep the ball rolling.

Shamika again grinned bashfully.  "My aunt owns the business.  She lets me work on Saturdays to make a little money."

Laura immediately realized that Shamika's aunt was probably the other part of this team, and was no doubt watering the plants in the offices on the opposite side of the suite.  That would explain the girl's nervousness.  Don't disturb the office occupants.  Shamika was about to leave, and Laura didn't know how to make her stay.  There was only one plant, and it was already watered.

She got up slowly from her desk and walked over to the door, closing it a little, just leaving a narrow gap.  This, she saw in a second, struck a fear into Shamika, who suddenly looked like a trapped animal.  "Sorry," Laura said, reopening the door.

Now, how are you going to explain that? she asked herself.  Clumsily, she leaned against the door and again readjusted it to be completely open, pretending that she had accidentally brushed against it, making it close.  This was a transparent ruse, but apparently enough to get her out of this uncomfortable situation, since Shamika was happy enough that it was again open.  What did she think I was going to do, rape her? Laura wondered.

In fact, it appeared that Shamika only wanted to get on with her appointed tasks.  "Have to do the other offices," she murmured to Laura as she slipped past her and out the door, not lingering enough to speculate on whatever had just happened.

Well, this is certainly embarrassing, Laura reflected.  Maybe I give off lust vibes or something.  I could've sworn she was afraid of me.  All I wanted to do was talk to her some more.  Look at her.  Long for her.  After a minute she gave in: Face it, Laura, you wanted to kiss her.  And more.  Lovely little thing.  I can't apologize for wanting her.  Oh well.

She shrugged it off, or tried to.  You couldn't actually go chasing after a pretty young teenager like that, hoping to make mawkish and clumsy apologies for clearly wanting to fuck her, when her aunt, the owner of the company, was watering plants in other offices on the opposite side of this floor.  And who might show up at any moment.  Laura was mortified.  I thought by now I knew how to control myself better, she thought.

But she did the best she could to put it out of her mind.  Chasing after nubile young teenagers was a practice she had abandoned, and it wouldn't pay to resurrect it.  Later in the week, at any rate, something happened to make her completely forget about Shamika, for a while at least.  The beautiful Tamara, whom Laura had not seen for over a year and a half, dropped into the office to visit for a moment with old friends, while she was in the city shopping.  Her relationship with Laura, which after a long struggle on Laura's part had finally become thrillingly sexual, was still problematic, since Tamara had not easily given in to her same-sex urges; but she had always been friendly with many others on the office staff and had dropped by to see them.

Laura knew she was in the office but patiently waited for her to drop by, not wanting to press the issue.  Even though they had shared deep and intense sex,  Tamara had always been skittish about it, always afraid her linebacker fiancé would find out about it, always reluctant to engage in it again, until Laura sparked a fresh urgency of lesbian lust in her.   After their first night together, during an office retreat at the Sonoma Mission Inn, she had actually tried to get Laura to pretend it had never happened.

And even though Laura waited, Tamara did not show up at her office door, even to peek in and say hello.  It was not until she ran into her accidentally while emerging from a conference room after a meeting, that Laura actually forced an encounter.  Tamara was laughing and joking with old friends when Laura's passing by could not go unnoticed without flagrant rudeness.

Even though both knew (or Laura at least suspected) Tamara had been avoiding her, they acted out a fake moment of surprise and recognition.

"Tamara!"

"Laura!"

A gingerly hug.  God, I fucked this gorgeous creature! Laura was thinking as she tried not to let their bodies too obviously touch during the hug, and the friendly little kiss on the cheek.  They were, of course, surrounded by other office mates, all female, all envious of Tamara's beauty.  And, apparently, envious too of the shockingly big diamond on her finger, evidence, Laura surmised, of her marriage to the linebacker that had obviously occurred after her leaving the office staff over a year and a half ago.  So, she actually went through with it, Laura thought.  What a waste.  This delicious creature (though alas a bit of an airhead) being hammer-and-tonged nightly by that football Neanderthal.  There is no justice.

They bantered and made the usual pleasantries and Laura, pleading work, proceeded on to her office.  She was dying to get Tamara briefly alone, but did not dare.  The girl was bewitchingly attractive, as ever.  Laura remembered the extremely uncomfortable moment that had happened when Tamara had been working there only a few weeks and had boldly marched right up to Laura and told her to quit staring at her.  Laura had not realized, truly, that she was apparently slavering with lust for the delicious girl, who wore thin, summery, flowery dresses as if they had been invented specifically for her, just to cling to her marvelous curves and to highlight her glowing café-au-lait skin.  She was wearing another one today, a pale green silky thing sprinkled with deep red roses, exposing large expanses of her marvelous skin, her hair a rich shoulder-length chestnut, her figure as amazing as ever.  I guess Leonard, or Bubba, or whatever his name is, Laura reflected, thinking of the odious linebacker, really gets his rocks off on this enchanting princess.

God knows I did.

Usually drawn to the very dark girls, it was unusual for Laura to fall for a lighter-skinned one like Tamara, but there was definitely something about her.  Men and women both were magnetically drawn to her, and though some might not find her as beautiful as Laura did, no one was immune to her physical allure.  Musing on these things made her squirm in her seat, now that she was back in her office wishing she could think of a way to gracefully go out there and see her again, in her pretty dress, tossing her head vivaciously, laughing, her dark brown eyes sparkling.  Laura could remember her amazing puffy mauve, almost purplish, nipples, which she had held in her mouth, listening to Tamara whimper as she gently sucked.

Oh, stop it, Laura! she told herself, snappishly.  You are acting like a moonstruck teenager.  You know she was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, and all you want to do is lick that delectable body again from top to toe, and make her pant and watch her come and mash your pussy into that sweet love chute of hers and come yourself.  That's all.  Grow up.  Get hold of yourself.

She was roiling in her chair behind her desk with these thoughts when Tamara poked her head in the door, smiling brightly.  "Got a minute, big shot?"

Laura fought back a hot blush.  "For you . . . anything," she said, trying to stay calm. 

Tamara stepped inside.  "It's . . . so great to see you," she said, almost bashfully.

"Sit down," Laura indicated the chair next to her desk.

"Oh, I can't stay but a second.  Some of the girls and I are going out for a coffee break.  I just . . . couldn't leave without . . . you know, saying hello again."

"Sit down for a second, then."

Tamara nodded and took the chair.  She rested one hand on Laura's desktop, her left hand, and it was impossible to ignore her large diamond wedding ring.

"I see you and . . . whatshisname . . . took the plunge, eh?" Laura said, with a wry smile.  I fucked your ears off, honey, her eyes said.  Bubba couldn't do for you half of what I did, I bet.

"Stewart," Tamara said.  "His name is Stewart, remember?"  She smiled tightly, ambiguously.  "We got married about a year ago."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."  Another tight smile.  "Looks like you did too," she pointed at the gold wedding ring on Laura's finger.

Laura nodded. 

Tamara squirmed uncomfortably in her chair.  "Angie Waters said you might get Rhonda's job."

Laura nodded again.  "If I don't have to move to Dubai," she joked.

Tamara seemed impatient with small talk and dashed right to the point, although she looked quickly around as if they might be overheard.  "Look, why don't we . . . get together some time.  Just you and me, you know?"  She said the last part very softly.  This was indeed a conspiracy.

Laura too lowered her voice.  "I'd love that.  When?"

"Actually," Tamara kept looking around, though they were alone in Laura's office, "I have a house in Santa Clara.  I thought . . . maybe—"

"This evening?"

Tamara nodded.  "Or afternoon?  Whatever."

"What about Stewart?"

"He's in Edmonton.  He plays for the Edmonton Eskimos football team now."

"And you stay in Santa Clara?"

Tamara nodded.  "Why don't you come down this afternoon?"

"I don't know if I can get away.  I'll have to check my calendar."

Tamara stood up abruptly, as if she had suddenly gone too far and wanted to terminate the conversation.  And maybe she had, Laura reflected.  She had more or less said: Come down to my house this afternoon and fuck me, please.

"Hold on," Laura said, reaching for her day planner.  She did have two meetings, but she knew they could easily be rescheduled.  "I . . . think I can make it."

Tamara again gave her the tight, nervous smile that told Laura this conversation had cost her plenty.  "Let me write down the address for you."  Quickly, she scribbled it on a note pad.  "Two?  Three?  What's best for you?"

"I think I could probably make it by three-thirty."

Tight smile, but with relief this time.  "See you then."  And she was out the door.

This conversation left Laura in a pickle.  On the one hand, she was very excited about having a tryst with Tamara.  It reminded her of her recent one with Yvette, also an enchanting ghost out of the past, also down on the Peninsula, an afternoon of thrilling sex with a very hot woman, resurrecting their earlier passion in a flaming hour or two of wholly absorbing lust.  On the other hand, Tamara had been fairly brusque and cold about it, as if she had wanted to do this and had to get it over with, but it was clearly going to be a painful ordeal.  True, she had invited Laura's attentions; but it had been more like completing a task she had set for herself. 

How could you invite someone to have sex with you and then seem so skittish and reluctant about going through with it?  Oh well, Laura thought, she was always a little skittish about it.  Why did she go ahead and get married to the Neanderthal if she wasn't deeply ambivalent about this awful need of hers to be fucked by me?  It's probably why I haven't seen her for a year and a half.  She probably needed Bubba—excuse me, Stewart—to be halfway across the continent in Canada before she could get up the courage for this visit.

Later in the afternoon, while driving down to Santa Clara, she couldn't help letting her mind drift over some details of her strange relationship with Tamara.  The poor darling seemed still to be as confused as she had ever been about her sexual needs.  Certainly this linebacker Stewart had not apparently been able to put her confusion to rest.  Nor had Laura, or Dawn, her roommate long ago, with whom Laura had a prior (and scalding hot) relationship too.  She remembered when the two of them had fucked Dawn together, Tamara fisting her while Laura fucked her in the ass with the strap-on.  It had been difficult getting Tamara to join in, let alone to fist fuck her dearest friend from her school days, but they had gently coaxed her along until she became, momentarily at least, a fist-fucking demon supreme, and Dawn's shattering orgasm had been the payoff.

But immediately after this Tamara had disappeared from Laura's life.  It now turned out that she had married the linebacker, just as she had once run off to Italy with him, where he had been playing in a European football (American-style) league, right after she had succumbed to Laura's advances during the employee retreat at the Sonoma Mission Inn.  There was a pattern here.  First you have delicious, scorching lesbian sex with one or more girls; then you run off with a safe but lackluster boyfriend to escape the consequences of your true urges and feelings.  Lather, rinse, and repeat.  In fact, we're doing the same thing now, Laura realized.  He's gone; she wants to be fucked; she pays me a visit.  Of course it took her a year and half to get around to it this time.

Oh well, she shrugged.  She wasn't going to lose any sleep over it.  Tamara, airhead though she might be, was wildly desirable, a gorgeous face, a stunning body, and a challenging personality.  Laura would never forget how she had struggled mightily to overcome Tamara's resistance to her clear invitations, only to hear Tamara say, when Laura had finally broken through and had remarked wryly "I hope the linebacker doesn't mind if I make love to his girlfriend," "God, who cares what he thinks, I thought I'd never get you to do this."  Laura had thereupon fucked the dear girl to heaven and back, all night long, making her come so hard and so many times that Tamara had vowed never to return to her old ways, boyfriend or not.

Liar, Laura thought, carefully following the GPS directions to Tamara's house.  Liar liar, pants on fire.  I'm going to light your panties on fire, you delectable creature.  Stewart will wish he could give you an orgasm like I can give you.  But, she sighed, Stewart was probably like most men and didn't give a damn, as long as he got his little squirt-spasm. 

Tamara greeted her at the door of her nice suburban ranch house, still wearing the enchanting flowery pale green dress that clung to her curves.  "Wow, love your dress," Laura exclaimed.  "You always look so great in these summery dresses.  You are more beautiful than ever, Tamara.  Is it marriage that gives you this marvelous bloom?"

Tamara, who knew well that Laura was quite familiar with the physical beauty the dress only partially concealed, nearly blushed.  "Oh, Laura . . ."

"No, it's true.  I'm not trying to flatter you.  You know I was always struck by your beauty.  Don't you remember that time you had to tell me to quit staring at you?"

"God.  Don't remind me. I thought you didn't like me or something."

Laura followed her through the foyer into a large family room/kitchen area, with a tiled floor of what looked like Italian marble, and a huge granite kitchen island, and beyond that two or three huge overstuffed sofas and glass tables and large indoor trees in pots in the corners.  It looked like some Silicone Valley tycoon's mansion.

Laura had to decide whether to let it drop.  "Marched right up to me and said 'Would you please stop staring at me?'  I couldn't take my eyes off you.  Gosh, I was embarrassed.  Just like now.  I can't take my eyes off you."

This somewhat melted Tamara, who smiled warmly, in fact dazzlingly, her lovely baby brown eyes gleaming and shiny, her teeth white and even, and her pink tongue dancing behind them.  They sat together on one of the huge overstuffed sofas, just far enough apart not to touch.  "You know," Tamara said warmly, "I like the way you look at me now.  Maybe it's the same way you looked at me then, but I didn't like it then."

"How's that?  The way I look at you."

"Like you want to—"

"Eat you alive?" Laura interrupted.

Tamara laughed, self-consciously.  She nodded.  "I never heard anybody say that but you."

Laura scooted closer.  "But you know they all want to eat you alive.  Right?"

"I . . . guess so."

"Will Stewart mind if I kiss you?"

"He'll never know.  We're getting a divorce anyway."

"Mmmm."  Laura looked around.  "After only a year?  You get this fantastic house?"

Tamara shook her head.  "We're renting it from a guy who used to play for the Forty Niners.  Stewart did too, for a brief time.  Before he went to Canada.  It's complicated."

Laura, unable to stop herself, leaned forward and brushed her lips against Tamara's silky cheek.  "No need to feel bad about it.  Half of all marriages end in divorce these days."

"You're married," Tamara said bluntly, pointing down at Laura's gold ring.

Laura nodded.

"One of those lesbian marriages that aren't legal yet?"

"We don't care if it's legal," Laura said.

Tamara smiled and giggled softly, sexily.  Laura found herself wondering if the girl had any idea how sexy she was.  "I guess we might both be committing adultery here."

"Not yet, we aren't," Laura smiled back.

Tamara squirmed.  "I'm a little . . . nervous.  I suppose you can tell.  You know, except for those times with you, and that one time with Dawn . . . I've never . . ."

Laura feigned being flabbergasted.  "You mean you and Dawn didn't have a ton of lesbian orgies together after I stepped out of the picture?  Honey, you missed the boat there.  Dawn is a sexual nuclear reactor.  She will burn you to a cinder."

Tamara smiled uncomfortably.  "Maybe that's why I was afraid.  I'm really . . . kind of shy.  Really.  She and I have known each other since about kindergarten.  I think we were both a little scared to do it again.  Plus, she was involved in a heated affair with this Vietnamese girl she met at S.F. State.  I think she thought I would just complicate things.  And then, of course, Stewart and I . . ."

She let this explanation trail off into nothing, as it deserved to do.  Laura scooted even closer and took Tamara gently into her arms.  She again brushed her lips against Tamara's smooth cheek.  Now that she was holding her close, she could smell the delicious fragrance of her body, and the wisp of a seductive perfume she was wearing, as well as feel the taut resilience of her lovely flesh under the silky fabric of her dress.  "You poor darling, you haven't had a hot little girl-fuck since the three of us did it that day over a year ago?" she murmured, sucking one of Tamara's earlobes.

"Ooohh . . . that tickles!" Tamara laughed and quivered.

Laura breathed hot breath into her ear.  "I want to fuck you, you beautiful creature," she breathed. 

"Oh god.  I think I want you to, too.  That's why I invited you here.  I keep thinking about . . . when we did it.  Before.  God, it was good."

"Yes, it was very good."

"I'm really wet, Laura," Tamara whispered, as if it were a secret.

"Me too. I want to taste you."

"Shit, you are so hot."

Laura was already trying to unbutton Tamara's dress.  The buttons ran down the back.  She had two unfastened.  "I want your body."

"Don't you think we should go into the bedroom?"

"Sounds like a plan."  Laura nuzzled her smooth neck and sucked it just enough to make her shiver again, not enough to leave a mark.  "I want to get naked with you as fast as we can."

"Come on.  Come with me."  Tamara pulled her up from the sofa.  "Did you . . . bring anything with you?  I mean, you know . . ."

Laura snatched up her handbag.  Having lately got very tired of traipsing out to the trunk of her car to retrieve her little collection of strap-on dildos, she had today packed along one in her purse.  She smiled at Tamara.  "I've got everything we need in here."

"Good!" Tamara smiled brazenly.  "No interruptions."

"No," Laura shook her head, following her down an adjacent hallway to another part of the house.  "No interruptions."

The master bedroom was just as sumptuous as the part of the house Laura had already seen, with huge polished mahogany furniture everywhere, a giant king-sized bed with a canopy, large gilt edged mirrors, an easy chair, a sofa, a flat-screen TV, even a mirror on the ceiling over the bed.  The expensive fabric draping the canopy was open in the center so you could get a good view of the mirror from the center of the bed.  Oh god, we can watch each other while we fuck each other, Laura thought, with an inward giggle.

"Looks like a Roman emperor's Romper Room," she remarked to Tamara as they approached the bed.

The back of Tamara's pretty, summery dress was half-unbuttoned where Laura had been busily at work trying to undress her in the other room, and Laura found it wildly erotic and fascinating, seeing the fabric of her dress sagging and parting to reveal her glowing coffee-an-cream skin.  She wanted to kiss it, just where the fabric fell away to reveal it, before any more of Tamara's delicious light brown body came into view, just that sexy little patch of skin below the nape of her neck.

"I guess the guy who owns it is a sex maniac or something, according to Stewart," Tamara explained, with a cute moue of disapproval.  "We just rented it, furniture and all."  She saw Laura looking up at the mirror on the ceiling over the bed.  "Let me tell you, staring up at yourself while a huge hunk of muscle like my husband is plowing you, while you're waiting for him to come and get it over with, is no picnic."

"I can imagine.  I can't wait to take his place.  Maybe we should lie on our sides so we can both stare up at us."

By this time Laura was right behind her, as Tamara leaned forward to pull down the bed coverings, and she grazed Tamara's bare skin with her lips where the dress was gaping open, kissing Tamara's back sensually, even lifting the fringe of Tamara's dark chestnut hair with one hand so that her lips could reach the nape of her neck.  Tamara paused in mid-motion to let Laura do it, luxuriating in the feel of Laura's mouth on her body.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to melt right here."

"Mmmmm, I think that's the idea," Laura purred, fingering the next two buttons on the dress as she kissed her.

Tamara straightened up and quivered a little as Laura undid the rest of the buttons, lovingly kissing each millimeter of skin that came into view as each button was unfastened, until she had to kneel to kiss the phenomenal smoothness of Tamara's sacrum.  "You, my darling, have a very beautiful body," she murmured, rising up again to finally unclasp Tamara's bra.

Tamara of course knew she had a beautiful body—people had been admiring or craving to touch it most of her life—and she patiently allowed Laura to worship it however slowly and lovingly Laura wished to do it.  For her part, Laura was already seething with physical desire, but she moved slowly and sensually, peeling the fabric of Tamara's dress away from her body, and the loosened bra too, until Tamara stood beside the huge bed clad only in her pretty pale green panties.

She looked back over her shoulder at Laura.  "It's not going to be any fun unless you're naked too," she murmured softly, her eyelids growing heavy with sex.

"Oh, I know," Laura grinned, beginning to unfasten her own clothes too.  "Here, help me with these."

Tamara turned to help, and it was all Laura could do to keep her hands off the girl's stunning near-naked body while she and Tamara quickly stripped off her own clothes.  Finally, they were both now naked except for their panties, and they embraced romantically, still standing next to the bed, but kissing with slow, simmering sensuality as if this were the very first time they had melded their bodies together like this.

"It feels like the first time," Laura murmured into her neck, letting her hands roam over Tamara's wonderful warm bare flesh.

"Oh no," Tamara panted softly.  "The first time I was scared to death."

"Were you."  Laura nuzzled her throat, and again sucked her earlobe.  "I never gave you the slightest cause to be scared."

Tamara gave a soft giggle.  "Of course you did.  I always knew men wanted to fuck me, but never a woman.  And a beautiful woman, too."

They were mashing their naked breasts together as they kissed and nuzzled each other, and the heavenly sensations began to envelop them both.  Tamara's breasts were not large, only slightly bigger than Laura's, but they were certainly exquisite, Laura knew—beautifully shaped, upswept, with enchanting mauve, almost purple, slightly puffy nipples, nipples that indeed grew purplish after you had sucked them a little, sucking the blood to the surface.  She could barely wait to get her mouth on them, to get them into her mouth.

"I want to suck your beautiful nipples," she breathed into Tamara's ear.

Tamara beamed at her.  "They're all yours.  You can go ahead and suck them until I come, if you want."

"Mmmm," Laura purred, kissing her way down Tamara's shapely bare shoulder to her upper chest, cupping one delicious breast in her palm as her lips approached it.  "Do you think you really could do that?"

Already Tamara's breathing was accelerating.  "I don't know.  I remember how hard you sucked them before.  Nobody ever did that to me.  I almost think I could."

By this time Laura already had one thick, bulbous, mauve nipple inside her mouth and was sucking it rapturously, not too hard, but passionately nonetheless.  She was just about inclined to accept the invitation.  Occasionally a girl could actually come while having her breasts sucked.  It didn't happen often, but Laura had been the beneficiary of a few such orgasmic gifts while indulging her fiercely oral nipple hunger, and who better to try it with again than the delicious Tamara, whom she gently pushed and pulled down onto the bed on her back, crawling over the top of her while never allowing Tamara's lovely wet nipple to escape from her hungry mouth.

But Tamara was squirming and writhing so much, even mewling softly now, that her marvelous body excited Laura too much to keep her focused on only one lovely part of it.  Tamara still had her panties on, as did Laura, and Laura wanted her sweet pussy badly.  She managed to push them down to Tamara's squirming thighs, but then she had to release Tamara's breast from her mouth long enough to reach down and skim them the rest of the way off.  While she was at it, she quickly slipped out of her own panties too.  Now they were completely naked, and coiled together hungrily, kissing and mewling and sucking each other.  Tamara was more aggressive in return than she had ever been in the past, getting her mouth on Laura's nipples too and sucking thirstily.

Laura, tense with sexual energy and pulsing with excitement that flowed directly from Tamara's busy mouth on her breasts and Tamara's fingers biting into the flesh of her back, got one hand into Tamara's crotch, which was warm and gooey with juice.  She rubbed the girl's love chute vigorously with her fingers, recalling how Tamara's pussy resembled a protruding sleeve, making Tamara gasp and quiver with such pleasure that she had to release Laura's nipple from her mouth.

"Oh!  Oh . . . shit . . . oh god, I think I'm going to come already!" she gasped in mild shock, as if this had never happened to her before.

This was hot incitement to Laura, who immediately ramped up the attack, her mouth tearing at Tamara's beautiful now-purplish nipples while her fingers penetrated the girl's hot pussy and hand-fucked her vigorously. 

"Oh!  Oh!" Tamara writhed under her, whooping and bucking wildly and moaning.  "Oh shit . . . oh oh oh shit nngggiieeeee!   Annggghiiieeee!  Annghhiieee!" she suddenly came in a jouncing, thrashing fury of spasms, surprising them both.

It was short and violent and loud, but it was also over quickly.  Panting heavily, Tamara collapsed back onto the mattress under Laura.  Laura kissed her cheek and slowly started to remove her hand from Tamara's crotch, but Tamara closed her thighs on it to prevent Laura from withdrawing it.

"No . . . no.  Wait," she panted softly, her eyes still rolling up behind her lids.  "Oh Jesus . . . that took me by surprise."  She gave a few delighted gasps.

"Me too," Laura chuckled softly.  "What a great surprise."

"I didn't want it to happen so fast."

Laura slid one arm behind her neck and pulled her closer, embracing her so that their entire naked bodies touched from top to bottom.  "I guess it doesn't matter since I'm not going anywhere.  We have plenty of time for more."

Tamara didn't speak for a few moments, still seeming stunned by the shocking suddenness of her orgasm.  "You know, with guys I sometimes never come at all," she confessed softly.

"All the better reason to give me a ring when you're feeling horny," Laura smiled.  "I'm the orgasm doctor."

"You sure are."  Tamara smiled back fetchingly.  "I hate to sound selfish, but I think I could do another one.  That one came so fast, I was hardly ready for it.  But I still feel kind of . . . you know . . ."

"Aroused?"

Tamara nodded.  "You are way better than anyone I've ever fucked with."

Even Dawn? Laura wanted to ask but didn't.  She knew from personal experience that Dawn was a radioactive tornado in the sack, but you never knew what the quality of other people's sex was like, even if you knew them both personally.  Maybe Tamara's shy skittishness would have been enough to neutralize Dawn's volcanic sexual energies.  And of course, as Tamara had already mentioned, they had known each other most of their lives and possibly had a whole bundle of neurotic personality entanglements that might inhibit full throttle fucking.

"How can I resist a compliment like that?" Laura nuzzled her beautiful neck.  "I love fucking you. I want you to come and come."

Tamara smiled and squirmed sensually against her.  "I want you to do me with that thing.  The one we used with Dawn, a long time ago."  She glanced across the room at Laura's handbag, which Laura had deposited on the vanity table.

Laura grinned.  She released Tamara from her embrace long enough to slip off the bed, dart across the room, and grab the bag.  Then she was back.  "I don't know if it's the same one . . . but I'm sure it will do," she said as she removed it and started slipping into the harness.

Tamara touched the long, ripply shaft with her finger.  "Oh god, it's bigger than I remembered."

Come now, darling, Laura wanted to say.  I'm sure the linebacker has a bigger weenie than this one.  She looked down at it, jutting from her groin.  She guessed it was kind of big.  A nine-inch wonder.  She had a shorter one but seemed always to go for this one first.  Some women, like Deshona, or Frankie, who loved to take it up the ass, simply adored this one and preferred it above all others.  "Doesn't Stewart have a bigger one?"

Tamara gave her a very wide-eyed and serious look.  "You know, not every black guy has a huge thing.  You wouldn't know that, but I do."  She said this with almost professorial exactitude and then half-nodded, as if to say her observation was final.

"In that case," Laura smiled, tightening the straps and tugging here and there to make sure everything was secure, "I can't wait to do you with my huge thing."

"I can't either," Tamara melted as Laura again took her in her arms and pulled her down gently onto her back, kissing her ravenously.

She did not mean to be deprived this time of her chance to lick, kiss, and otherwise mouth-maul Tamara's pretty dark love-chute.  Now that you had your little starburst to begin with, Laura thought, you should be able to handle a little hot sucking and slurping.  "I want your pussy," she panted into Tamara's ear.  "I want it bad.  I want to suck it and lick it."

Tamara actually quivered at these words.  "As long as you don't make me come again before you can get it in me and give me what I want," she panted against Laura's cheek.

"I promise," Laura assured her, now sliding and kissing her way down the woman's marvelous young, smooth, tawny, creamy body.

For several minutes now there were no more words.  Mouth-loving the pussy of a beautiful woman (Laura preferred to think of it that way instead of using the vulgar and inaccurate 'eating') was not only an art but a pleasure of the most intense sort for both participants.  And Tamara's pussy was an exquisite masterpiece, a divine puckered and runny love chute of dark, protruding, purplish outer lips and fiery pink wet inner flesh that beckoned Laura's tongue.  She lavished her skill on it, tonguing it so passionately that Tamara was instantly squirming and mewling happily, holding her thighs open with both hands as if to encourage Laura's loving assault.  Laura slid her tongue in deep, so that her own lips were mashed into Tamara's slick, fragrant vulva, her fingers digging into the firm balls of Tamara's beautiful ass as she tried to drill her tongue into the very depth of Tamara's sweet, oozing pussy.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Tamara finally whooped, unable to contain her pleasure any longer, her lovely ass bucking in the air above Laura's cupped palms as she whinnied with sharp sexual excitement. 

Laura said nothing but burrowed even deeper with her mouth into the girl's flooding pussy.  Suddenly she felt Tamara's long fingernails biting into her shoulders.  Tamara was gasping and whimpering, trying to stop her, lifting her head, her face contorted with fierce sexual need.  "Laura . . . you promised!  God . . . I'm going to come again!  Please!  You promised!"

Laura, her lips coated with shiny pussy goo, smiled.  "You're right, I did."

Quickly she scooted up with her knees, aiming the bobbing dildo with one hand toward the sweet, gaping target of Tamara's inflamed, slippery pussy, and slid it deep into the girl, very deep.

"Ungghhhh!" Tamara gagged, suddenly impaled on the hard rod she had been craving.  "Ohnnngggg god!  Ungghhh!"

Now Laura began fucking her, the way she wanted to be fucked, and sucking her puffy purplish nipples at the same time, slamming the dildo deep into Tamara's pussy while also scooping up her scrumptious breasts in both hands and mouth-mauling her beautiful nipples in a fierce heat of passion, sucking them almost too hard.  And yet Tamara, who had seemed so close to another orgasm, did not come, not yet.  She squealed and wailed under Laura's energetic fuck attack, but somehow this maelstrom of pumping and gasping and surging and flexing was so much the pinnacle of her desires that she would apparently not let her body reach the end of it without exulting in it to the fullest.  She twisted and writhed and screamed under Laura's sharp thrusts.

Laura, determined to deliver, plunged the dildo deep into her with each sharp thrust, sliding her arms under Tamara's back to clutch her body more securely, gripping Tamara's shoulders with her hands and driving Tamara's torso down into each up-thrusting, spearing lunge.

"Unghhh!  Ohnnngg1   Oommmggg!  Oh shit!  Unghh!  Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Mnnngggeee!  Oh shit . . . Laura . . . fuck me harder!  Yes!  Oh god . . . it's so good!  Ummnngg!  Oh!  Nnnggeee!  Oh yes!"

Laura, who was in pretty good shape from swimming, though she usually cut back on her visits to the pool when Makeeda was out of town, was nevertheless worn down a little by Tamara's appetite for this athletic sex.  She kept it up as long as she could, though, and just when she began to think she might have to slacken the pace a bit just to keep thrusting, she felt Tamara clench and shudder a little differently, heard her breath catch deep in her chest, and realized that the end was upon them.

A second later Tamara gave an ear-splitting shriek.  "AIIEEENNGGGNNIIEEE!"

Her lovely body, already pumping and thrashing wildly, jumped halfway off the bed, lifting Laura up with it, then falling back into a flailing fit of spasms, punctuated by hot little yelps of searing pleasure.

"Yiiiiaeeennnngg!  Yiiaaeee!  Ohhmmnnngg.  Yiaaaeeee!  Oh shit . . . Laura . . . oh god oh god!"

It was probably the most violent and certainly the loudest orgasm Laura had witnessed in months.  That'll teach you to hold it in too long, she smiled as she held the shuddering girl while the pretty powerful aftershocks gripped her.  Tamara was swooning; not the deep I'm-going-to-die-now-of-sexual-happiness swoon that Makeeda was occasionally capable of, that made you fear for her return from a state of bliss, but still a deep trance-like state of quivering and sighing.  But the swoon was just temporary.  In a minute or so Tamara blinked, and opened her glassy dark brown eyes.

Laura grinned at her.  "Don't blame me," she teased softly.  "You brought that one on yourself."  She realized, with a vague little sadness, that she had been way too busy pumping this delightful creature with wild lust to catch even a glimpse of their striving bodies in the overhead mirror.  And Tamara had certainly been too far gone to watch.

Tamara's face was illuminated by what Laura thought of as the Gratitude Grin.  The didn't-believe-it-was-possible-to-come-that-hard grin.  And you made me do it.  You got me there.  I am so grateful.

"I—" she began to speak, but Laura stopped her.

She put her forefinger on Tamara's sensual lips.  "Don't say anything.  You'll spoil it."  Adroitly, she extracted the wet dildo from Tamara's body, then took the entire apparatus off and pushed it down to the end of the bed.  Then she took Tamara in her arms and pulled her back down on the mattress again, kissing her neck and shoulders and pushing her own breasts into Tamara's, which were still damp with her—Laura's—saliva where she had been almost savagely sucking Tamara's nipples.  She knew both of them could still feel the dampness.

"I hope your neighbors had their ear plugs in," Laura teased her.

"You . . . are like fucking four or five guys at once," Tamara said, wide-eyed.  "I mean, I wouldn't know 'cause I've never done that.  But I bet it's like that."

"Oh," Laura made a comically long face, "it's not always like that.  I can be sweet and gentle too.  I just thought you wanted it that way."

"I did!" Tamara beamed.  "Shit, I'm sorry you're married," she glanced down at Laura's gold ring.  "Glad for you, sorry for me.  I'd marry you in a heartbeat if you'd promise to fuck me like that every day.  As soon as my divorce is final, that is."

Laura, feeling pretty horny herself after having brought darling Tamara off twice in a row, squirmed against her.  "Tell you what.  You do me back like that, and we'll call it even.  Then we can start over."

Tamara laughed.  "Do you think I can do that too?  I don't know if I have it in me."

Laura pouted playfully.  "If you don't try, I'm out of here."

"No, no," Tamara put a hand on her arm.  "Don't leave."  She turned solemn, flashing the full force of her gorgeous baby brown eyes on Laura.  "This is the happiest I've been in months.  I love . . . doing this with you.  I can't believe it took me so long to let you fuck me, that time in Sonoma.  Ever since I've been wishing I could see you again, that we could do this again.  And then, well, it was even better than I thought it would be."  She reached down to the end of the bed to get the strap-on dildo and harness, pulling it up to her.  "Show me how to put this thing on again.  I think I forgot."

And Laura herself nearly melted with upwelling emotion, reflecting on how far Tamara had come.  "Here," she said, pulling Tamara into her arms again, kissing her warmly, hungrily.  "Kiss me first.  Lie here and kiss me and tell me how you missed me."

"Oh, I did.  And I fantasized about you all the time.  But it was never as good as this."

Laura nuzzled her neck.  "And now I want you to fuck me to ninth heaven and back," she murmured into Tamara's marvelous, shapely ear.

"Mmmm, I'll do my best.  I've been practicing in my dreams."