Laura - 133

     All in all, Laura did not regret her night with The
Boys.  Her asshole was sore for days after the rough reaming
they had both given it, but the rest of her was none the
worse for wear.  And being sandwich-fucked twice by those
monster cocks had brought orgasms she could still almost
feel the power of when she remembered them.  There was a lot
to be said for huge, insatiable young cocks.  Though I
wouldn't give up a beautiful, wet, black pussy for one, she
smiled to herself.

     In fact, the very night after it she spent with Trina,
screwing tenderly in Trina's bed while trying not to wake up
Shawna in the next room.  The following day was Sunday, and
Randi tried to come over, but Laura begged off, citing a
small cold she didn't want to pass on.  In reality, she
needed a rest from constant rutting.  I'm a goddamned horny
slut if there ever was one, she thought.

     But Sunday afternoon, she got a phone call.  "Laura?"

     Oh god! she thought, her heart skipping.  "Jonelle?  Is
that you?"

     "Yes."

     "Where are you?"

     "I'm here," Jonelle said softly.  "In town.  My
husband's here at a business meeting at the Claremont
Hotel."

     "Oh god . . . can I see you?"

     "I thought . . . you know, he has to go to this dinner
tonight.  No spouses.  I thought . . . maybe we could have a
drink, you know?  Talk?"

     "Of course.  Do you want me to come over there?"

     "We could meet in the hotel bar.  I . . . would just
love to talk with you."

     Jonelle was so stilted and formal, so remote, that
Laura didn't know quite how to take it.  But she would do
anything to see Jonelle.  All the desperate love she had
repressed so resolutely during the year and a half since
they had seen one another last came flooding back into her.

     "I'm dying to see you, Jonelle," she said, honestly.
"What time do you want me to be there?"

     "Six?"

     "See you at six."  I love you, Jonelle.  She didn't say
it aloud.

     Then she spent the hours until six wondering how you
could love two people, Jonelle and Trina, so completely at
the same time.  But it was no use trying to figure it out.
She drove over to the Claremont in great excitement but
having no idea what to expect.

     Jonelle was waiting for her outside the cocktail
lounge.  Laura, who had not seen her for over a year, was
stunned by her beauty.  My god, what a shockingly gorgeous
woman, she realized.  I'm lucky just to have shared a bed
with her.  People would die to sleep with an angel like
this.

     The only thing that separated Jonelle from most
beautiful women was her shy, quiet modesty and self-
effacement.  She didn't stick out, she didn't flaunt her
stunning looks, and people might stare but quickly looked
away, as if it were ruder than usual to look at her too
long.  But Laura didn't have that problem.  Her eyes drank
in every inch of Jonelle.

     "Oh my god, you are the most gorgeous creature I've
ever seen," she said to Jonelle, grabbing both of Jonelle's
hands and squeezing them.  "I forgot how utterly stunning
you are."

     "Shush, you making me blush," Jonelle said, looking
around nervously, as if people could tell from this that she
and Laura had slept together.

     Laura dropped her hands.  "I'm sorry," she smiled.
"Truth hurts, doesn't it."

     "Let's go in and sit down so we don't be so
conspicuous."

     She and Laura found a small table in the corner of the
bar.  They ordered.  They fidgeted nervously and made small
talk.  Laura suddenly realized that Jonelle would not have
accompanied her husband to this meeting if she hadn't wanted
to see Laura.

     She let her eyes speak now, looking deep into Jonelle's
when she got the chance, letting her eyes throb in love and
fascination.  "I've missed you so much," she whispered.  "I
tried very hard to forget you.  Impossible."

     "Me too," Jonelle smiled ruefully.  "I . . . get these
dreams about you."

     Laura scooted forward in her chair.  "Tell me about
them."

     "Not here."  Jonelle shook her head.  "Too . . . you
know.  Too too."

     "Would you like to go for a ride?  You could tell me
about them then?"

     Jonelle perked up.  "That might be nice."

     They paid for the drinks, leaving them half-finished,
and walked to Laura's car.  Laura drove toward the bridge.

     "Now you can tell me," she whispered.  "We're alone."

     "Are you driving to your place?" Jonelle asked.

     "Do you want me to?"

     Jonelle stared straight ahead, out the windshield, not
answering.

     "How long does your husband's dinner thing last?"

     "Until ten, I think."

     Laura drove straight for her apartment.  Jonelle had
been there, though years earlier.  But she recognized it.
Laura didn't hurry to get out of the car.

     Finally she asked, "Do you want to go in?"

     Now Jonelle's deep brown eyes locked into Laura's,
pulsing and throbbing.  "Laura . . ."

     "I love you, Jonelle," Laura interrupted.  "Whatever
you want is okay."

     "I feel like I'd be cheating on him."  She looked down
and twisted her fingers.

     "Tell me what your dreams are like," Laura suggested,
changing the subject.  "The ones with me in them."

     "You know.  We . . . do it.  Some times I have a
climax.  Just from the dream."

     "Let's go upstairs," Laura said.  "I'll die if I can't
kiss you."

     Jonelle nodded.  "Me too."

     They went up to Laura's apartment.  Laura tried to act
nonchalant about double-locking the door.  She was quivering
inside.  Jonelle was enchantingly beautiful.  Maybe marriage
agreed with her.  Or just aging a few years had given her
this extra touch, this exquisite appeal.  Or maybe it's just
because I haven't seen her for so long.

     They hadn't moved from the door, after Laura locked it.
Laura reached up and touched Jonelle's incredibly smooth
dark cheek with her fingertips.

     "You are so incredibly beautiful," she murmured.  "I
can't believe I ever kissed you before."

     Their faces were very close.  The apartment was still
dark, with only city lights and moonlight coming in through
the windows.  Jonelle looked down at Laura's mouth.

     "You did," she murmured.

     Laura pressed her lips against Jonelle's.  Jonelle
responded immediately, dropping her handbag to the floor and
embracing Laura, kissing her back heatedly.  It was a long,
very ardent kiss.  Laura's heart nearly exploded with love.
She could feel her pussy throbbing too.  It had already been
wet, from the moment she saw Jonelle, but now it got wetter.
But mostly, she felt an overpowering love, even stronger
than her lust.

     Both of them realized they were crying when they felt
the salty tears on their lips.  They pulled slightly apart.
Jonelle's cheeks were shiny with tears.  Laura felt her own
tears sliding down her face.

     She pulled Jonelle quickly down the short hall to the
bedroom.

     "Leave the lights off," Jonelle whispered.

     "I want to see you."

     "Leave them off.  Remember our first time?  Here, when
I came and got in your bed?  It'll be like our first time."

     Laura kissed her long, smooth, black neck and
unbuttoned her blouse down the front, kissing Jonelle's skin
as her fingers pulled open the cloth.  Jonelle slipped her
fingers under Laura's belt and pulled her shirt free.  She
unfastened Laura's buttons while Laura kissed her shoulder,
her throat, her smooth chest.  Laura found the clasp between
Jonelle's bra cups and undid it.

     Up until this point, they had been fairly restrained
and calm.  But now their urgency began to show.  Jonelle's
small naked breasts and large, swelling black nipples
thrilled Laura, and she sucked one breast almost entirely
into her mouth, pinching Jonelle's nipple against the roof
of her mouth with her tongue.

     "Oh!" Jonelle whimpered softly.

     Laura pushed her onto her back, unzippering her skirt
and pulling it and her panties down Jonelle's thin,
beautiful legs.  But Jonelle was busy too, unclasping
Laura's bra, filling her hands with Laura's naked breasts.

     "I love you," Laura panted, sucking Jonelle's other
breast hungrily.

     "I love you, Laura," Jonelle gasped, moaning as Laura
devoured her big soft nipples, which grew harder in Laura's
mouth.  "Want to taste you too."

     Laura scooted around on the bed so that her naked
breasts dangled in Jonelle's face while she squeezed and
devoured Jonelle's lovely small breasts herself.  She moaned
involuntarily as she felt Jonelle guide one of her nipples
into her mouth, then suck it sharply.

     "Unhh . . . ohhh!" Laura gasped.

     It was the perfect solution for them both, and they
continued sucking one another's nipples until they were
squirming and whimpering uncontrollably.  Again Laura
scooted back, and they embraced, pushing their wet nipples
together and kissing heatedly.

     "Ohhnnn . . . I knew it would happen," Jonelle moaned.
"Nobody ever makes me feel the way you do.  Oh Laura!"

     "I want to eat you," Laura breathed into her ear,
quickly shedding the remainder of her own clothes, so that
now they were completely naked, coiling together, feeling
each other naked body for the first time in a year and a
half.  "I want to lick your beautiful pussy," she murmured,
getting no resistance from Jonelle as she slid down the
girl's beautiful, undulating body.

     Jonelle's pussy had always been one of the two or three
most beautifully shaped that Laura had ever kissed, and if
she had not been so hungry for the girl, she would have
taken a few moments just to admire it.  The beautiful black
juicy flower with the glistening pink interior was unusually
wet, and Laura slid her tongue right into it, bringing a
soft yelp of pleasure from Jonelle.

     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted, her back arching,
her pelvis quivering.  "Oh yes!"

     "God, honey, you're going to come fast," Laura
murmured, licking the sinuous petals of Jonelle's pussy.

     "Oh god . . . I know!" Jonelle gasped.  "Do me, Laura,
fuck me!  Eat me fuck me quick!"

     But Laura didn't want it to be over so quickly.  She
knew that if she touched Jonelle's clit with her tongue,
Jonelle would come in torrents.  But Jonelle's delicious,
slender, writhing body filled her with lust and wild sexual
excitement.  She refused to touch Jonelle's clit until she
was ready to, and instead she kissed her heaving, smooth,
dark belly, and her inner thighs, and kneaded Jonelle's hard
little naked buns with her hands.

     "Oh god, I love you, god I love you," she murmured over
and over again to Jonelle, who was more desperate each
second with frantic sexual need.

     Finally Laura gave in.  She didn't want to stay away
from Jonelle's delicious pussy either.  Her tongue swooped
into the puckered, glistening cleft and stroked Jonelle's
engorged clit, licking it roughly several times, knowing
what would happen.
     "Oh!  Annggh!" Jonelle gasped hysterically.

     Her body stiffened, then shuddered fiercely as a
stupendous orgasm began to wrench her.  Her fingers dug into
Laura's scalp as she pulled Laura's face into her pussy,
clamping Laura's head with her thighs and pumping hard as
the rest of her body undulated in rhythm with the spasms
that were wracking her lovely flesh.

     Laura stayed with her, licking Jonelle's clit hard
again and again, as the girl sank quickly into the deep
rapture of her famous swooning orgasms.  Now her thighs
yawned open, releasing Laura's head, and her hands fell away
to the sides as her body yielded to a rapture Laura felt was
much deeper than she herself had ever experienced.   She
slid up to embrace the coming Jonelle, cooing to her and
kissing her fantastically smooth cheek as Jonelle came for
another thirty seconds.

     Then she blinked and smiled weakly at Laura.  "God, I
knew it, I knew this would happen," she croaked softly.  "I
knew you would do this to me.  Nobody ever made me come like
this but you."

     "Not even a little?"

     Jonelle grinned.  "Maybe a little, but not like that."

     "I'm so envious.  You come so hard."

     By now Jonelle had regained her strength, and she
pulled Laura down next to her, rolling over on top of her.
"You gon' come hard too, girlfriend," she giggled, "once I
get through with you."

     "I hope you'll never be through with me," Laura sighed,
opening her legs, yielding her body to Jonelle.

     This was rapture.  This was the most complete ecstacy
Laura ever knew, even more than with Trina, perhaps because
her relationship with Jonelle was older, and because they
were tragically separated by living in different cities.
Jonelle's tenderness was completely effortless, and her deep
love for Laura came through every caress.

     But Laura was just as sexually aroused as Jonelle had
been, and it took very little to make her come too.  Jonelle
slid two fingers up into Laura's sopping wet pussy as she
tongued Laura's clit, and in seconds Laura was shaking the
bed with her gyrations, panting, whooping softly.

     "Oh god . . . honey, yes!  Do it harder!  Ohhhnn . . .
oh yes!  Yes!  Unghh!"

     "Mmmm . . . you like that as much as I do, don't you,"
Jonelle purred, licking Laura's throbbing pussy more
aggressively, stabbing Laura's clit with the tip of her
tongue.

     Laura came almost without warning.  "Oh shit . . ." she
gasped, feeling the breath leave her lungs as an orgasm
seemed to just swell up inside of her and burst.

     It was a love orgasm, a sublime, blossoming explosion
of ecstacy that bundled together all her sexual need for
Jonelle with the intense emotions she felt for her.  She
gave herself up to it completely, and each shock seemed to
kill her again with coming, until she wound up, with
Jonelle's continued attentions, coming two more times before
Jonelle even removed her fingers.

     Breathless and stunned, she lay back into the pillows,
gazing up into that exquisitely beautiful face.  "You and I
are the best ever," she gasped, smiling in gratitude.

     "Sure is the best I ever had," Jonelle said, modestly,
although alluding to Laura's much broader sexual experience.

     "The best I ever had too," Laura said, staring straight
into her eyes.

     Jonelle cuddled with her.  "You know, sometimes when I
. . . you know, do that, I think of all the other beautiful
women who've licked you there.  And I don't think I could
come close to them.  You're the only one I . . . you know,
ever licked."

     Laura gave her a long, soulful kiss.  "I know you won't
believe me.  But I'll say it anyway.  I never had an
experience like this with you because the love is so intense
between us that when I come, it gets all mixed in, and I
just . . . just . . . it's indescribable."

     "I know what you mean," Jonelle crinkled her nose.
"Like I have those deep lose-my-breath comes sometimes.
With men, of course, since your the only lady I've ever been
to bed with.  See, you got me blushing again.  But even when
I have one, say with my husband, it ain't like the one I
just had, any of them I have with you.  Guess you're right,
it's because of the love.  That makes me fall off the edge
like that."

     "How long until you have to go back?"

     Jonelle glanced at the clock radio.  "I should be back
by nine.  I think it's over about ten."

     "Will he be suspicious?"

     "I don't think so.  I'll tell him I went to a movie.
He would never believe I was in bed with a white girl,
ballin' and carryin' on."

     "Is he black?"

     Jonelle nodded.  "A black boy should have a black
daddy."

     "I guess you're right.  I'll try not to imagine him
making love to you.  I'll bet he loves to do it, you're so
beautiful."

     Jonelle grinned.  "He wore me out at first.  Now he's a
little more considerate."

     Laura embraced her.  "But I'm not.  If I only get to
see you every year-and-a-half, I want to fuck your beautiful
brains out each time.  I want to fuck you with my pussy
before you leave."

     Now Jonelle beamed, glowing with happiness and renewed
sexual excitement.  "I was going to suggest the same thing!"
she said.  "You know, I dream about doing that with you.
Dream about it."

     "Ummmm, I'll bet we can top any dream," Laura said.
"But I want to start this way and end up that way."

     She kissed her way down Jonelle's naked body until they
were in a sixty-nine position, and then, with Jonelle's
tongue and fingers doing ingenious things to her own aching
pussy, she gave full reign to her passion for the juicy
black-lipped flower between Jonelle's sleek thighs,
caressing it lovingly with her tongue, exploring every
crevice and curve, until Jonelle was whimpering audibly, her
hips twisting in excitement.  Laura knew exactly how to
bring Jonelle to the peak without letting her fall over the
edge, but Jonelle was just as hungry for Laura, and her
skills weren't as highly polished.

     In only about thirty seconds she had Laura going out of
her mind in a fit of delirious sexual need.  Laura knew that
if they didn't press their two pussies together right now,
they would both come like this, and then have to build up to
it again.  Quickly she sat up and twisted her legs into
place, interlocking them with Jonelle, who was already
reeling in the outer regions of a profound sexual trance.

     "Oh honey, quick!" Laura panted.  "Push your pussy into
mine, oh god, yes, come with me, I want to come with you, I
want us to come together!"

     "Ohhnnn Laura . . . ohhnnnn Laura!" Jonelle moaned, her
eyes swirling in a feverish trance of lust as she gazed deep
into Laura's.  "Fuck me with your pussy . . . please!  Fuck
me with your pussy."

     "Oh yes, baby, yes!" Laura panted, inching her groin
forward until her wet pussy mashed into Jonelle's.

     She was so sensitized to the beautiful girl and their
intense shared emotions that it seemed as if she could feel
even the tiniest contour Jonelle's wet labia sliding against
her own, even feel the small nub of Jonelle's clit as it
brushed and pushed into her own.  And miraculously, she
realized that Jonelle could feel it too.

     "Oh god . . . oh Laura, I feel you, I feel your pussy,
I feel your little clitty against mine," Jonelle gasped,
eyes rolling back, overcome by almost unbearable sexual
feelings.

     "I feel you too," Laura panted, swirling her hips and
relishing the feel of her pussylips slipping and squinching
into Jonelle's.

     Both of them could only bear a few seconds of this
intensity.  Their clits were directly kissing, sliding and
pushing together, and it drove them both into a frenzy of
need.  Groaning and gyrating, they pumped their groins
together in a wild crescendo.

     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Laura gasped, feeling they were
a split second away.

     ""Oh god . . . Laura!" Jonelle gasped, her eyes
catching Laura's as they both careened toward the inevitable
explosion, her eyes filled with intense desire.

     "Yes . . . now, baby, now now!" Laura panted.

     "Auuggnnhh!" Jonelle groaned, beginning to come.

     Laura spilled over in a hot torrent of coming just a
split second behind her.  "Ungghh!  Oh!  Anngghiiieee!" she
cried out, her moans of ecstacy mingling with Jonelle's.

     They writhed and moaned together, their throbbing cunts
completely united, until the powerful spasms began to wane.
Even when it was over, they were not quick to disentangle
their bodies, but lay whimpering and sighing in the grip of
the most total bliss they had ever experienced together.
Laura had done this many times, done it with nearly every
one of her lovers, and yet never had it exceeded this time
in sheer intensity.

     "You take my breath away," she murmured to Jonelle as
they finally separated, then embraced, kissing tenderly as a
culmination of a very profound sexual union.

     "I know I never felt that with anybody else," Jonelle
whispered back, wide-eyed.

     "I can't stand the thought of letting you go.  I won't
see you again.  I want to swallow you," Laura said, kissing
Jonelle's body again aggressively, her gleaming, perfect
shoulders, her small breasts and large nipples, her smooth
midriff.  "I want you . . . I want you, Jonelle."

     Up until now they had made love tenderly, urgently,
passionately, but Laura not only found herself wanting to
consume Jonelle totally, she realized that her lust was
growing sharper, more aggressive.  She wanted to give
Jonelle something she would remember, or would not be able
to forget.

     "You can have me, Laura," Jonelle breathed smokily.
"You can have me any way you want.  Ohhh!  Yes . . . it
feels so good when you do that!  Yes!  Ohhhh!"

     "Oh Jonelle, I want to fuck you everywhere, I want to
eat you and swallow you and fuck you everywhere."

     "I remember the time you . . . you know, did my ass and
my pussy at the same time," Jonelle panted.  "How it made me
come.  Do you want to do me again that way?"

     "May I?"

     Jonelle rolled over onto her stomach and pulled a
pillow under her pelvis, uptilting her smooth little round
ass to Laura, and spreading her thighs.  Now the beautiful
wet seam of her pussy was below the firm, swelling moons of
her ass, and in the dark crack Laura could see the tiny ring
of her asshole.  She began kissing the smooth flesh,
kneading it, pulling the buns apart and tickling Jonelle's
asshole with the tip of her tongue.

     "Ungghh!" Jonelle gasped, wriggling and biting her
lower lip.  "Oh!  Laura!"

     Laura wriggled her tongue inside, and Jonelle went
wild.  She squirmed and whimpered softly as Laura tongue-
raped her tight asshole, then slid her other hand up to
Jonelle's pussy and began to rub it at the same time.
Jonelle had only come twice so far, and Laura knew she was
capable of far more sexual pleasure than that.  One day in
Laura's hotel room they had each climaxed more than twenty
times.

     So now she went after the string of orgasms that would
light up Jonelle from head to toe and leave her in shock.
Still hungrily tongue-fucking her ass, she slid one finger
deep into Jonelle's juicy slit and began to probe for her g-
spot.  At the same time, she made love to Jonelle's
beautiful round ass in a way she had only made love to
Chanitra's in the past.  And Jonelle's ass was only the
tiniest way down the scale of perfection, under Chanitra's.
It was beautiful and round and firm, and she kissed and bit
and sucked the incredible dark moons, squeezing them with
her free hand while dipping her tongue back into Jonelle's
tight little asshole.

     "Aiieeee!" Jonelle squealed excitedly, looking back
over her shoulder at Laura tongue-fucking her ass.  "Oh god
. . . Laura!  You gon' make me come in a hurry, girl!"
     "I'm going to make you explode," Laura panted, sure she
could find Jonelle's g-spot, after her experiences with Kim
and others.

     And it didn't take her long, either.  Jonelle's sexual
excitement seemed to feed Laura's, and she began sucking and
tonguing and raping Jonelle's beautiful ass and pussy in a
passionate frenzy.  Jonelle went crazy, writhing and
whimpering, moaning, swirling her beautiful round bottom up
into Laura's mouth and hands.

     Laura's finger probed and searched inside the girl's
pussy, exciting Jonelle even more as she explored, trying to
find the spot that would trigger the most horrific and
explosive orgasms.  She knew she had found it when Jonelle's
body suddenly seized up, stiffening in prelude to a killing
climax.  Helpless cawing sounds came from deep in her chest
as her lovely lean body flexed and shuddered.

     And then the dam broke.  She began to come in violent
spasms, her body flexing and writhing, her beautiful face
torn in almost unbearable rapture.

     "Unnghh . . . oh!" she gasped weakly between waves of
coming.

     Because Laura did not let her down.  As soon as one
spasm faded, Laura turned up the heat again, making Jonelle
come, not letting her sink into the inevitable swoon.  In
this way, Jonelle had six orgasms, each one more extravagant
and violent than the last, until she was quivering
helplessly in the grip of a sexual mania so intense that
Laura knew she had to stop.

     She withdrew her finger from the girl's pussy, and
rolled her over onto her back, pushing the pillow off onto
the floor at the same time.  Jonelle was still quivering and
coming, her body undulating in shockwaves of exquisite, even
agonizing pleasure.  Laura found herself envying Jonelle, as
she often had, for being able to come this way.  She held
and kissed her while Jonelle sank deep into the orgasmic
trance that followed the rapid explosions of her orgasms.

     "Ohhhnnnn!" she moaned, shuddering periodically as a
fresh wave of ecstacy shook her.  "Ahhnnnnn!"

     "Oh baby . . . oh baby oh Jonelle . . ." Laura murmured
to her, stroking her, rubbing the whole length of her naked
body against Jonelle's as if in the effort to have this
intense bliss transferred to her from the touch of Jonelle's
marvelously smooth skin.

     Jonelle slowly came around, after about thirty seconds
of intense swooning, and by this time Laura was fiercely
aroused herself.  She rose up over Jonelle's prone body,
dangling her breasts in Jonelle's face and straddling one of
Jonelle's slender thighs, rubbing her wet pussy back and
forth on it.  It reminded her of the sweet and brutal thigh-
rapes Brandi had given her, though Jonelle's thigh was hard
and thin, almost like a blade running back and forth in the
oozing furrow of Laura's throbbing pussy.

     While she went mildly crazy from the sensations, she
stared down into Jonelle's glassy eyes and questioned her,
panting, sliding her pussy up and down on Jonelle's thigh
muscle.

     "What does it . . . feel like when you do that?" she
asked.

     Jonelle slowly lifted her hands to Laura's breasts,
squeezing them and licking Laura's nipples sensually with
her tongue.  "Feels like coming all over again, but even
harder," she whispered.  "Oh Laura . . . I love your boobs!"

     "Ungghh! Laura gasped as Jonelle sucked one of her
nipples hard.

     "You gon' come too, girl."

     "God . . . yes!"

     Now Jonelle began flexing and moving her thigh, fucking
Laura with it now, and sucking her nipples passionately.
But Laura needed more.  Panting and now whimpering almost
hysterically, she rolled over onto her back, pulling Jonelle
on top of her, never releasing Jonelle's thigh from her
crotch.

     "God . . . fuck me, honey.  Fuck me hard!  Yes . . .
ohnngg like that yes!  Ohngg!"

      Jonelle knew what Laura wanted, and she delivered it.
She bunched up Laura's small, perfect breasts in her hands
and sucked Laura's nipples harder than ever.  At the same
time, she slid her thigh up and down in the wet, slippery
groove of Laura's open pussy until Laura was gagging and
moaning on a fierce uprush of coming that nearly made her
pass out too.

     "Auungghhh!" she groaned, coming fiercely, clamping
Jonelle's thigh between her own and pumping, riding it,
clenching her teeth as the sharp spasms of her orgasm hit
her.  "Ohnnggg!  Auungghhh!  Yes!  Ohnngggg!"

     It was a violent, surging climax, and Laura's writhing,
pumping body shook the bed as she came.  When it was over,
she was still shuddering and mewling as the aftershocks
gripped her.  Jonelle held her and kissed her, returning the
caresses Laura had given her during her earlier swoon.

     Laura was still plateauing, still skimming on the
surface of the crushing orgasm, when Jonelle decided she had
to have it one more time, and slipped her leg under Laura's,
bringing their naked pussies together again.

     "Got to have it again, girl," she panted to Laura.
"Something to remember you by."

     "Oh god . . . yes," Laura whimpered, moving her hips in
rhythm with Jonelle's motion, immediately feeling her body
fill again with a sweet, hot honeyfire of need for the
beautiful girl.

     Now they had no urgency left and let their bodies
communicate in a slow, grinding, tender undulation,
caressing each other's leg, moaning softly as the warm flood
of sexual pleasure spread through their flesh.  Laura had
never experienced love-fucking more intense than this, and
she knew Jonelle was feeling the same thing.  They were so
in tune with each other that they came together easily,
overflowing at the same instant in a warm, throbbing
waterfall of ecstacy, moaning and twisting, pushing their
wet, slippery pussies together as if each were trying to
push hers inside the other's.

     They came down from it slowly, but finally had to
concede that there was no time left for this consuming
sexual encounter, the most emotional they had ever shared in
a string of very emotional and physically exhausting
couplings.

     "Shoot, I hope he don't be wanting to do me tonight,"
Jonelle giggled softly as they both slowly pulled on their
clothes.  "I think we did enough here to hold me for another
year and a half."

     "Mmmmm, not me," Laura purred, pulled the half-dressed
Jonelle to her and kissing her smooth black neck.  "I could
keep going for hours.  You drive me crazy."

     Jonelle's eyes throbbed.  "You drive me crazy too,
Laura," she whispered.  "It's why I don't live here any
more."

     "I know," Laura said, glumly.

     She drove Jonelle back to the Claremont, and in the
shadows before pulling up to the hotel Laura gave her a
quick peck on the lips.

     "I love you, Laura," Jonelle whispered, almost
inaudibly.

     "I love you.  Please . . . at least write me."

     Jonelle shook her head.  "Too painful."

     "Call me."  Laura's eyes filled with hot tears.  "Don't
wait a year and a half."

     Jonelle was now crying too.  "I won't."

     Then she got out of the car and ran up to the hotel
door, not looking back.