Chapter 176
     
     
     
     "Laura?"
     
     "Trina?  Trina . . . is that you?"
     
     "Hon', I'm so glad you're there.  I thought you might
have moved or something."
     
     Laura couldn't believe the way her heart was racing.
She had not seen or spoken to Trina for over six months.
She had lived with the emotional pain of loss, burying it,
obscuring it by hot affairs with Earlene and the two
teenagers, Jane and Charise, but in the back of her mind
there was always Trina, and behind her the ghost of her twin
sister Rina.
     
     She sat down and spoke evenly.  "Trina, it's so good to
hear your voice.  I've missed you so much."
     
     "Missed you too, hon'.  Honest."
     
     Especially after our last time together, I'll bet,
Laura couldn't help but think.  She had found Trina's g-spot
for the first time, and Trina had had about fifteen killing
orgasms, double the number she had ever had before.  This
was just before her coming marriage to Joe, or John,
Grantham, whatever his name was.  Laura had been determined
to make sure Trina would remember her by doing something he
would never be able to do, at least.  She had fucked Trina
into raptures no man would ever equal, and Trina knew it.
But she had married the guy anyway.
     
     "How is . . . everything?" Laura asked, trying to be
polite, hoping Trina would confess that she had made a
rotten mistake.
     
     "Oh, everything is great.  We moved.  Into a house.
Shawna is great.  She asks about you."
     
     "And Mr. Grantham?"  Laura tried to keep the spiteful
jealousy out of her voice, but wasn't entirely successful.
     
     "He's fine.  He's very good to me, Laura.  And to
Shawna."
     
     "Good.  A normal life is what you both need."  Laura
was glad to mean this.
     
     But Trina laughed softly.  "Sure miss the other one,
though," she confessed softly.
     
     "You mean me?"
     
     "Yes."
     
     Laura measured in her mind very carefully how Trina
would take this.  "You know, I'm not adverse to a little
adultery.  If you aren't."
     
     "I hate to think of it like that," Trina said.
     
     "Think of it this way: we're old friends.  Nobody has
to know what we do in private.  God, I've missed you,
Trina."
     
     "I . . . know there's a thousand reasons why I
shouldn't . . . but I want to see you."
     
     "Right now.  Drive over here right now," Laura said,
the blood hammering so hard in her throat that she was
afraid it would burst through.
     
     "Shawna's with her new grandma . . ."
     
     "Right now.  Where's `Mr. Grantham'?"
     
     "He's in Los Angeles until tomorrow.  I'm alone."
     
     "Right now, Trina.  I'm holding my breath until you get
here.  Now, I'm hanging up and holding my breath.  No
excuses.  See you in a few minutes."
     
     And Laura hung up the phone, shocked by her own
boldness.  What if Trina chickened out?  But if she did, she
would call right back.  Laura waited nervously, but the
phone didn't ring.  Finally, she realized Trina was on her
way.
     
     The excitement was nearly unbearable, and to bear it
she went around her apartment chasing away evidence of her
other girlfriends, so that Trina would not be uncomfortable.
She quickly changed the bed sheets, knowing that Karen's
smell would still be on them after the hot and romantic
fucking they had done yesterday.  Finally, the buzzer
downstairs rang, and Laura nearly had an accident racing to
the button to open the lobby door.
     
     She had to take deep breaths as she waited for Trina to
ride up in the elevator.  Finally, she appeared, walking
down the corridor to Laura's door.  Laura was waiting with
the door open.  Trina was ravishing in an orange blouse and
tight black skirt that showed off her stunning figure and
perfect legs.  Laura was sad to admit, to herself, that
marriage had made Trina even more beautiful than before.
     
     "Oh god, you're so gorgeous," she smiled, stepping
aside to let Trina in.
     
     "Laura, it's so good to see you," Trina smiled back,
genuinely.
     
     Laura shut the door.  She wanted to throw the deadbolt
but felt it was so obvious that it would make it seem as if
all she wanted to do was fuck Trina immediately.  So she
left it open.
     
     Laura decided to be frank.  "I hate to say it, but
marriage agrees with you.  You are simply stunning."
     
     "Oh hon', you're gonna make me blush," Trina kidded.
"You always were full of compliments."
     
     "You always refused to acknowledge your own beauty.
Let me get you a glass of wine or something."
     
     "I guess that would relax me some," Trina smiled.
     
     "You can't be nervous," Laura said, going to the
kitchen and taking down some glasses.  "We've been about as
close as two people can get."
     
     She looked at Trina meaningfully.  Trina looked down,
bashful.
     
     "I know . . . but it was a while ago.  And it was . . .
oh, I don't know, kind of unusual."
     
     "I know," Laura said, feeling a little nervous herself.
     
     They went into her living room with their wine glasses.
They sat down across from one another.  Trina crossed her
legs, and Laura tried not to look.  They talked about
everything, especially Shawna.  Laura really did miss
Shawna.
     
     Finally, they had each finished half of their wine and
were definitely more relaxed.  Laura's eyes kept floating
down to Trina's shirt.  Trina was a voluptuous woman with a
full body and firm, large, jutting breasts, which Laura knew
to be perfect in every way.  Except for Rina's, Laura had
never seen their equal for sheer perfection.
     
     She desperately envied Mr. Grantham.  "I really envy
your husband," she said.  "Let me see your rock."
     
     Trina extended her hand to show Laura her diamond ring,
and Laura moved over to the chair where she was sitting.  Oh
god, she's going to think I want to kiss her instead of look
at her ring, Laura thought.
     
     But it turned out that Trina wanted to break the ice as
much as Laura did.  After Laura admired her diamond for a
few seconds, Trina looked up.  Their faces were very close.
Their eyes burned together.  Their mouths met, and they
began kissing desperately.  Trina was still sitting, and
Laura standing, bending over.  It was very awkward.
     
     Trina pulled her down into her lap.  Now they kissed
hungrily, passionately, their tongues stabbing and probing,
their fingers digging through their clothes.  Finally, their
mouths came apart.
     
     "God, I never thought I'd miss kissing somebody so
much," Trina panted.  "That really hit the spot, hon'."
     
     "I want more," Laura murmured.
     
     "Me too."
     
     "Let's move.  I'm too heavy for you."
     
     "You are light as a feather.  But it's a little
cramped.  Let's move to the sofa."
     
     They took the few steps needed to reach the sofa and
sat on it, then promptly began to devour one another again.
Laura unbuttoned Trina's orange blouse as she kissed her,
dropping her mouth to Trina's incredibly smooth neck, her
throat, her straight clavicles.  Finally, her lips reached
the cleavage between Trina's breasts.  Trina's blouse was
nearly off.
     
     Trina pulled Laura's face up to hers with both hands.
"We don't have no reason to hurry, hon'," she smiled.  "I
ain't going nowhere."
     
     "Oh god, I'm so glad to hear that," Laura confessed.
     
     She watched as Trina carefully lifted her sweatshirt up
over her head, slowly disentangling Laura's hair from it.
Laura was naked now from the waist up.
     
     "You are as beautiful as I remembered," Trina said,
raising both hands to Laura's naked breasts.
     
     They both luxuriated in the sight of Trina's shapely,
slender black fingers holding Laura's creamy breasts.
     
     "These are the prettiest boobs I've ever seen," Trina
whispered, looking at Laura's breasts, caressing them, then
looking into Laura's eyes.
     
     "Then you haven't been looking in the mirror enough,"
Laura replied softly.
     
     She reached both arms around Trina and unclasped her
bra in the back, sliding the straps off her arms, pushing
the loose bra away.  Trina's naked breasts were much larger
than Laura's, but also perfect, full, upswept globes with
big, puffy, black areolas.  Trina, still holding Laura's
breasts in her sinuous black fingers, guided Laura's nipples
into hers, moving Laura's breasts with her hands back and
forth so that their nipples brushed.
     
     This nearly took their breath away.  Laura kissed
Trina's neck, then her sensual mouth.  "I want to suck your
nipples," she breathed.
     
     Trina nodded.  She held her breasts and Laura dropped
her mouth to them.  She knew Trina liked to have her nipples
sucked hard.  She wasn't like Karen, or Earlene, but
childbirth had toughened them, and gentle treatment was not
as effective.  So Laura began tenderly but was soon sucking
and pinching the shiny wet bulbs hard, enjoying the way they
sprang erect inside her mouth.
     
     And Trina was in heaven.  "Ohhhnnnn," she moaned,
watching Laura's mouth devouring her nipples, quivering as
each new wave of pleasure flooded her body.  "Oh shit, hon',
yes, oh god yes, oh yes do it hard like that yes!  Ohhnnnn!"
     
     Laura still had her jeans on, and Trina her skirt, but
they were quickly plunged into a desperate sexual urgency,
compounded by the fact that in addition to sex they craved a
deep emotional union that had been delayed for months.  They
wanted to fuck, but they also wanted it to be a deep,
resonant fusion.  And so they moved as if in slow motion,
undressing and kissing and sucking at the same time, until
they were both naked, coiling together, whimpering, panting,
and moaning as each caress brought them closer, closer to a
final meltdown.
     
     Trina found Laura's nipples with her mouth, sucking
Laura hard too, while Laura's fingers explored the warm,
juicy cleft of her pussy.  They both quickly lost control.
     
     "Oh god, I want you!" Laura panted.  "I've missed you
so much!  I want you, I want to taste your pussy!"
     
     Trina gave in to Laura's aggressive desire, lying back,
yielding her full, voluptuous, silken black body to Laura,
who slid down it, kissing her way along the velvety smooth
flesh, to Trina's groin.  There she spread the wet crotch
hair to the sides of Trina's puckering, black-lipped pussy
and slid her tongue deep into the glistening pink folds.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Trina gasped.  "Oh . . . hon', yes!
Ungghhh!"
     
     He probably never eats her delicious pussy, Laura
thought as she explored every flooding crevice of Trina's
honey pit with her tongue.  Probably just shoves his big
cock in her and squirts, and thinks that's enough for her.
But not me, you delectable creature.  I love your gorgeous
black pussy, and I'm going to make you come hard.  Hard.
     
     Now Trina's beautiful body was undulating, her hips
rocking and pitching slowly in rhythm with the fucking
motions of Laura's tongue as it stabbed deep into her pussy
and then ran along the distended, swollen, purplish marble
of her clit on the way back into Laura's mouth.  Trina began
to whoop softly, each whoop closer to the last, as the tempo
increased.  She was close, closer, closer, and Laura went
after her orgasm in a hot fury of lust, slurping and sucking
her pussy, finally flicking her clit with her tongue before
sucking it into her mouth.
     
     She dug her fingers into the hard cheeks of Trina's
beautiful round ass just as the black girl nearly fainted in
the grip of a volcanic orgasm.
     
     "Awwoonngghhh!" she cried out, thrashing, twisting so
hard that Laura's bed hammered against the wall.
"Anngghhhh!  Oh . . . sweet Jesus!  Ungghhhh!" she moaned,
coming in fierce, recurrent shocks.
     
     The moment was so powerful for both of them that Laura
made no attempt to stifle Trina's cries or moans.  She just
let her come naturally, completely, magnificently, embracing
her as she slowly regained her breath after a devastating
rapture.
     
     "Golly, that was a good one, wasn't it," she purred
into Trina's ear, kissing her cheek, gently fondling her
incredibly perfect breasts.
     
     Trina blinked, still half-stunned.  "It's why I had to
see you," she croaked softly.  "Hon', I ain't criticizing my
husband, but I think you spoiled me forever.  Before you I
didn't even know it was possible to . . . go off like that."
     
     "To `come' like that?" Laura nuzzled her neck.  "Go
ahead, you can say it.  Say `come'."
     
     Trina's eyes twinkled.  "I know someone who hasn't
`come' yet."  She pushed Laura down on her back, dangling
her breasts in Laura's face.  "And I bet if I kiss her
pretty pink pussy, she'll come in a minute."
     
     "Or less," Laura panted, her eyes glazing over as Trina
began to caress her naked body.
     
     Trina was hungry.  In all the times they had made love
before her marriage, Laura could not remember her being this
aggressively ardent and passionate.  She almost literally
devoured Laura, bringing her to a quick, intense orgasm in
less than a minute.
     
     "Oh, are you ever a terror in the sack," Laura gasped
to her as she descended from cloud nine.  "Your husband must
love to get you in bed.  I know I do."
     
     Trina grinned coquettishly.  "He ain't had many
complaints, hon'.  But I've got to be honest.  I don't get
as hot with him as I get with you.  In fact, nobody ever
made me as hot as you do.  One time I even came just from
thinking about doing it with you."
     
     "Really?"  Laura perked up.  "Tell me about it."
     
     Trina shrugged.  Her fantastic naked breasts bobbed.
"Ain't nothing to tell.  I was lying back in this reclining
chair, daydreaming about you.  Missing you bad.  Thinking
about how we used to do it.  And . . . I just came."
     
     "God, it sounds wonderful."
     
     Trina grinned devilishly.  "Wonderful ain't even the
word for it."
     
     This conversation heated them up, and they began to
fuck again, slowly and sensually building toward a series of
throbbing climaxes that eventually left them both quivering
and sighing in a surfeit of bliss.    Laura realized she was
temporarily, at least, at peace.  Trina and she had a very
deep bond.  She didn't for the moment have to worry about
Jane and Kendra, or her guilt feelings surrounding the
charming Charise, or Sholdandra's jealousy, or Vanessa's
hatred of Randi, or Earlene's exciting and alarming
masochism, or anything.
     
     She was simply at peace in Trina's arms, and Trina was
at peace too, not troubled by the demands of her child, not
compromising her feelings for the sake of having a man in
the house.  She and Laura loved each other.  They rested and
slept and awoke and fucked one another throughout the night
and the next morning too, until Trina finally had to leave
in order to straighten up the house before her husband
returned.
     
     But it had been a marvelous time for them both.  They
could barely lift a finger, and in fact Laura felt
sympathetic toward Trina.
     
     "He's going to want you, after being a way for a few
days," she said.
     
     "I know."
     
     "You must be as tired as I am."
     
     Trina nodded.  "I can fake it.  I'm good at faking it."
     
     "You don't fake it with me."
     
     Trina grinned mischievously.  "How do you know?"
     
     "I know."
     
     Trina nodded again.  "I don't have to fake it with you.
I just go off like a rocket when you touch me."
     
     "Mmmmm, I'm so glad," Laura said, kissing her.  "We
must do this more often."
     "I was thinking the same thing.  I'll call you.  You
make room for me among all those other girls, hear?"
     
     "You are at the top of my list," Laura half-lied,
wondering, as she watched Trina walk to the elevator, if she
would, for example, put off Inky if Trina wanted to come
over.