303tiffany.doc
     
     
     
     It was not until she actually got home and looked at
her back in the mirror, using a hand mirror to peer over her
shoulder, that Laura realized the trouble she was in.  There
were deep and long scratches down the length of her back,
red and ropey and inflamed.  Not only did the scratches
sting and throb and look horrible, they also would take a
long time to heal.  Her heart sank as she realized she would
not be able to go to bed with Deshona for weeks, and would
have to come up with an excuse.
     
     She didn't have long to do it, either.  She had told
Deshona that she had to fly to Arizona over the weekend
because of a sick sister.  There was already a message
blinking on her answering machine, and she knew who it was.
She loves me, Laura thought, with mixed feelings, a warm
glow of happiness mixed with a hot, sour shot of guilt.  And
I spent a whole weekend fucking and fighting with that
lovely bitch Randi.
     
     She ran the tip of her tongue across the inside gash
that had bled when Randi had popped her in the mouth.  It
was tender and coppery-tasting, and she recalled how they
had fist-fucked each other in an unbelievable frenzy.  Her
pussy was still a little sore.
     
     She couldn't bear the thought of hearing Deshona's
voice, or the guilt she would feel.  Instead, she went out
to the nearby Safeway to get a rotisserie chicken for
dinner.  While waiting it line, she couldn't take her eyes
off the bagger, a young, beautiful black girl about eighteen
years old, small and thin but with a gorgeous rump that
stuck out high and round under her baggy black Safeway
pants.  Her name tag said `Tiffany,' and Laura, even though
she had spent a weekend of riotous fucking, was instantly in
love.
     
     Laura smiled at her a lot, trying to get her attention,
feeling the boldness of desperation after her collision with
Randi and her uncertain future with Deshona.  Tiffany was
also very black, and the thin white straps of her bra were
visible through the white of her shirt, so dark was the skin
of her back and shoulders.  This was devastatingly alluring
to Laura.
     
     Tiffany smiled back, which made Laura even more
reckless.  "Can I help you out to the car with this, Miss
Robbins?" she asked, with a small, satirical smirk, since
this was what they were taught to say; but Laura's package
was only one bag, not a whole shopping cart.
     
     "Gosh, would you?" Laura said, feigning complete
innocence.
     
     On the way to the car, Laura saw a diamond ring on
Tiffany's finger.  Her heart plunged.  But she resigned
herself, knowing nothing would come of this anyway.  It was
just a passing flirtation.
     
     "Just one question," Tiffany asked, as Laura unlocked
the car door.  "Why'd you ask me to bring this out here?"
     
     Tiffany looked miffed.  Laura tried to smile her out of
it.  "I thought you looked like you needed a break."
     
     A slow grin spread over Tiffany's beautiful face.  "You
are right about that.  What a nice thing to do.  You
married?"
     
     Laura shook her head.
     
     "Maybe you'd like to go to a concert with me tonight.
I got these two tickets to the Whitney Houston concert, and
my boyfriend's grandfather died.  He can't go."
     
     Laura pointed to the diamond ring.  "That boyfriend?"
     
     Tiffany nodded, pouting.  "Good seats.  Concord
Pavillion."
     
     "You don't even know me," Laura said, wondering what it
would be like to touch the girl's marvelously smooth black
cheek.
     
     Tiffany's eyes twinkled.  "You don't look to me like
some rapist and serial killer.  In fact, you so beautiful, I
should leave you home.  All the dudes'll be all over you and
ignoring me."
     
     "I hardly think so," Laura said, unable to keep a thin,
ambiguous edge of lust out of her own voice.
     
     I'm not a killer, you darling girl, but I've raped a
few.  She enthusiastically accepted the invitation.  It
would get her mind off everything.  She and Tiffany went
together to the Whitney Houston concert, and Laura was in
heaven.  She was sitting next to the gorgeous Tiffany, and
of course she long would have liked to fuck Whitney Houston
a year to Friday.  There had been rumors about Whitney
liking girls, too.
     
     The music was sexy and high-powered, and by the time
the concert was over, Laura was completely Tiffany's slave.
I'll do anything for her, she realized.
     
     "This feels so funny," Tiffany said as they drove back.
"This is the time we'd usually be going out for a drink and
the guy would be trying to get into my pants."
     
     "Would it make you feel more comfortable if I tried?"
Laura teased her.
     
     "Not while I'm driving," Tiffany said with a straight
face.  "Sex gets me all hot and bothered.  I might crash."
     
     "You could come back to my place for a drink, if you
like," Laura suggested.  "The view is really incredible."
     
     "That sounds great," Tiffany said.  "No awful smoky
club and horny guys."
     
     Right, only horny me, Laura thought, wondering how she
could be horny after Randi.  But Tiffany was completely and
wildly desirable.  In fact, it had been no picnic sitting
next to her at the concert.  She wore a sleeveless evening
dress that dipped low in front, and hugged her spectacular
rear assets behind.  She was very black, her skin gleaming
and smooth and velvet.  Laura wanted to touch it with her
lips.
     
     Laura gave her directions.  In her apartment, Tiffany
stared at the city lights, while Laura stared at her.  "The
only problem with being here is that nobody gets to admire
you in that fantastic dress," Laura said.
     
     "Oh, you like it?" Tiffany grinned, doing a quick
pirouette.  "My boyfriend just wants to rip it off when he
sees me in it."
     
     "He doesn't like it?" Laura asked, innocently.
     
     "No, silly.  He likes my bod.  I have a skinny little
bod, but he likes it.  Skinny bod, big booty."
     
     She pointed to her rear end, which was not big at all
but beautifully shaped and round and high, and which made
Laura quiver inside from desire.  The dress was pale yellow,
and the fabric clung to Tiffany's curves.
     
     "I think your booty is great," Laura said.  "It's way
better than mine, for example."
     
     "Let me see."
     
     Laura in turn did a shy pirouette, hoping that Tiffany
found her attractive in some subconscious way that she would
be unable to resist.  Laura grinned and stuck out her
bottom.
     
     "We should have a contest," Tiffany said.  "Who has the
best booty.  You pull your skirt up, and I'll pull mine up,
and we'll have a booty contest."
     
     "I'll lose," Laura pouted.
     
     "I think it's pretty nice," Tiffany said, looking at
Laura's ass.  "I'll bet the fellas like it fine."
     
     "Yours is better."
     
     "You afraid to have a contest?"
     
     "We haven't even had a drink yet.  Let's have a drink
and then have the contest.  That way I can get more
courage."
     
     Tiffany laughed and followed Laura into the kitchen.
"I like you.  Okay, one drink, then booty contest."
     
     They had vodka tonics, Laura's specialty, and Laura
tried not to stare too hard at Tiffany.  When Tiffany
finished hers, she stood up and walked to the center of
Laura's livingroom.
     
     "Okay, here we go."
     
     She hiked up the skirt part of her pale yellow dress
and slid her thumbs under the elastic waist band of her
panties.  They were white and lacy, her naked thighs deep
black and glossy.  Oh god! Laura thought, devouring the girl
with her eyes.
     
     "Ready?" Tiffany smiled devilishly.
     
     "Ready," Laura swallowed.
     
     Slowly, Tiffany inched her panties down her thighs.
Laura realized the girl was doing a striptease for her.
     
     "You have to turn around, don't you, so I can see your
booty," Laura coached, nervously.
     
     Tiffany's grin grew wider.  Slowly she turned, still
inching them down her thighs.  Her beautiful bare ass came
into view, but the pale yellow fabric of her dress kept
falling down to obscure it.  She brushed the cloth away.
Her ass was a round, high, curvaceous miracle.  Laura was
speechless.
     
     "What do you think?" Tiffany asked, disingenuously.
     
     Laura couldn't say anything.  Her eyes were riveted on
the peerless black moons, perfectly round, swelling,
gleaming.
     
     "Laura?"
     
     "I . . . I think it's . . . marvelous," Laura whispered
hoarsely.
     
     "You looking at what every man who comes in that
Safeway wants to see, girl," Tiffany grinned over her
shoulder.  "I got the prettiest little black ass of all, and
they all want to get their hands on it, you know?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "Anybody would," she half-croaked.
     
     "Anybody?"  Now Tiffany sensed a chance for big-time
teasing.  "Even you?"
     
     "I wouldn't mind the chance just . . . to touch it,"
Laura said softly, paralyzed by lust.
     
     "Really?" Tiffany flirted.  "Okay, now it's time for
yours."
     
     "Mine isn't in the same class."
     
     "Probably not.  But you have to show it anyway.  This
is a booty contest.  How can I win if we don't see yours?"
     
     "It's embarrassing."
     
     "Is not.  Look, you getting a full view of mine."  She
pushed her delicious bottom out at Laura and wiggled it.  "I
ain't embarrassed.
     
     "You're just a shameless little tease," Laura said,
standing up.
     
     Tiffany smirked.  "I got something to tease with," she
said, almost seductively.
     
     Laura knew her ass wasn't as gorgeous as Tiffany's.
Few were.  But she also knew her body wasn't exactly minor
league.  Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, doing a modified
striptease in return for Tiffany.  Knowing she was going to
the concert with Tiffany, and having hoped for a moment like
this, she had worn her sexiest underwear.
     
     Her skirt fell to her ankles, revealing her black lace
thong.  She could hear a small gasp of admiration escape
Tiffany's lips.
     
     "Gosh, that's pretty," Tiffany said.  "But you gotta
take it off too.  Like me."
     
     Slowly, Laura skimmed the thong down her thighs,
watching Tiffany's face.  Tiffany watched every inch of
Laura's bare skin come into view.  Are you sure you've never
done it with a girl before? Laura found herself thinking.
     
     Finally, the thong dropped onto the skirt.  Laura
stepped out of them.  She turned so that Tiffany could see
her naked ass.  Neither one had said anything for more than
a minute.
     
     "Now shake it like I did," Tiffany said.  "Go on."
     
     Slowly again, Laura gyrated her bottom, swirling it
sexily.  Over her shoulder, she saw Tiffany looking at her
ass.  "What do you think?" she asked.
     
     Tiffany beamed.  "Very sexy.  You got a beautiful booty
. . . for a white girl."  She turned and pointed to her own
peerless naked ass.  "But this one is still the winner."
     
     "I agree," Laura swallowed.
     
     "Come over here and rub your ass against the winner.
That's the respect you owe the champ."
     
     Laura came closer.  She could hardly believe this was
happening.  Tiffany was small, petite, short, a full head or
more shorter than Laura.  Turning and bending her knees,
Laura rubbed her naked ass against the taut, round moons of
Tiffany's.  She could feel her heart racing.  Oh god,
Tiffany, I want to fuck you! she thought.
     
     "Ooohhhh . . . that feels good," Tiffany purred,
swirling her own ass against Laura's.  "I never knew it
could feel so good.  Keep it up.  You got a good ass,
Laura."
     
     Laura was becoming very aroused.  She wondered if
Tiffany was too.  They were facing in opposite directions,
so there were few clues.  But suddenly, they pulled their
asses apart and turned toward each other.  Tiffany's eyelids
were heavy, and she was breathing harder.
     
     "You are such a beautiful girl," Laura whispered.
     
     She saw Tiffany's eyes on her mouth.  She moved her
face close to kiss the girl, but Tiffany froze.
     
     "I ain't ever done it with a girl before," she said.
     
     Laura ignored her.  "I want to kiss the champ," she
said softly.  "To congratulate the winner."
     
     Tiffany smiled and softened.  "Really?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "May I?"
     
     She took one step closer.  They were now close enough
so that she could extend one arm, curl it around Tiffany,
and run her fingertips over one delicious hard round black
buttock.
     
     "Ooohh, don't tickle me," Tiffany breathed.
     
     "Now turn around so I can pay my respects," Laura said,
continuing with the game.
     
     Surprisingly, Tiffany obeyed.  She turned around,
presenting her breathtaking naked posterior to Laura, who
knelt and began to kiss the smooth black moons sensually.
In the back of her mind, Laura remembered how she had done
this to Chanitra once, in the beginning, and quickly turned
the girl into a teeny lust maniac.  Would the same thing
happen to Tiffany?
     
     Slowly, Laura explored Tiffany's extraordinary naked
asscheeks with her fingers and kissed them everywhere, from
the top slopes to the round, bulging bottoms.  Then she grew
bolder, separating Tiffany's cheeks with her fingers and
running her tongue up and down the dark, warm crease between
them.  At this, Tiffany began to whimper and quiver.
     
     "Oh god . . . you getting me hot, Laura," she gasped.
     
     On her knees Laura could do very little to maneuver
Tiffany to a more comfortable position, and she felt
reluctant to mention it in case the girl should clearly see
that this meant they were going to actually do it.  Not
knowing what to do, she kept her tongue moving down, and her
fingers too, until she felt the warm wetness of Tiffany's
crotch.  She couldn't reach it with her tongue-Tiffany's
magnificent bottom was too hard and firm and
outthrusting-but her fingers easily slipped under the
beautiful, bulging buns and slid into Tiffany's very wet
pussy.
     
     "Unnhhh!" Tiffany gasped in surprise, and pleasurable
shock.  "God . . . what you doing, Laura?"
     
     "Why don't we go into the bedroom?" Laura said, panting
herself.
     
     "Told you I ain't never done it with a girl."
     
     Laura removed her fingers and stood up.  Tiffany slowly
turned to face her.  Elaborately, so that Tiffany would see
everything, Laura raised her two fingers, wet with the
girl's cunt juices, to her mouth and, very sensually, licked
them clean.  Tiffany's eyes were riveted to Laura's fingers.
     
     Dropping her hand, Laura said, "I want more."
     
     A half-grin tugged at the corners of Tiffany's very
sensual lips.  "You won't tell nobody?"
     
     "Who could I tell?"
     
     Tiffany tilted her head.  "Okay."
     
     She stretched out her hand, and Laura took it, leading
her quickly to the bedroom, which was only a few steps away.
They were both already naked from the waist down.  Laura
embraced her.  She had rarely thrust her hand into a girl's
pussy without kissing her first, and now she made up for it,
kissing Tiffany with searching, emotional heat, gently
caressing the girl's fantastic naked ass and running her
fingers up the girl's smooth back, under her shirt.
     
     She had slept with a few small girls, petite girls,
Deshona being the most recent, but Tiffany was the smallest
ever, almost tiny, smaller than Deshona.  It was like
embracing a twelve-year-old, but one with curves, and a
killer bottom.  Tiffany was tiny but very well put together,
with finely chiseled bones, a very small waist, beautiful
features.  She kissed Laura back very emotionally.
     
     "You surprised me, Laura," she whispered as Laura
pulled the straps of her evening dress off Tiffany's
gleaming shoulders.  "I didn't know you wanted to fuck me."
     
     "Everybody who comes in that store wants to fuck you,"
Laura said, kissing her black, shiny shoulder on both sides
of her thin white bra strap.
     
     "You think so?  Even the old ladies?"
     
     "This old lady does," Laura panted, finally stripping
the dress completely off.
     
     Tiffany smiled.  "I know."
     
     Her bra fastened in front, between the cups.  Laura had
it undone in a second.  Looking at her with her shirt on,
one would have never known that Tiffany had these perfect
little breasts, smaller than Laura's but not just swellings,
like Mavis or Jonelle.  Real breasts.  Lovely little upswept
doves with shiny, thick black nipples, puffy and tempting.
     
     "Oh Tiffany, look what you've been saving for me,"
Laura murmured, cupping them in her hands.
     
     "Hate to disappoint you," Tiffany said softly, eyes
dreamy and glazed from sexual excitement.  "My boyfriend had
these first."
     
     "I'm sure he didn't love them as much as I do."
     
     "I love the way your skin looks against mine," Tiffany
whispered, fascinated as Laura cradled one small, perfect
breast in her palm and lowered her lips to Tiffany's nipple,
sucking it and half of Tiffany's breast too into her mouth.
     
     Laura was determined that no young stud was going to
out-perform her when it came to taking this delightful young
girl to a sexual paradise she had never even imagined.  She
felt Tiffany's wet, pulpy nipple stiffen inside her mouth,
sucking it gently, then harder.  Tiffany whimpered
unconsciously.  Laura sucked her even harder.
     
     "Oh!  God . . . Laura, that feels so good!"
     
     
     Laura struggled out of her own blouse without letting
go of this marvelous little ball of flesh, stroking
Tiffany's nipple with her tongue while sucking it.  Finally,
she released it and quickly slipped out of her own bra.
Before Tiffany could say anything, Laura had embraced her
and pressed their naked breasts together.  She now gave
Tiffany a searing kiss.
     
     Pliant, yielding, aroused, Tiffany gave in completely,
falling gently with Laura onto the bed as Laura pushed her
backwards.  Laura kissed her neck, her throat, her
clavicles, her shoulders, her smooth upper chest, kissing
her feverishly, hoping she did not scare the girl by her
passion, her almost uncontrollable hunger for Tiffany's
small, curvy, very black and smooth body.
     
     "Gosh . . . Laura, your body feels so good against
mine," Tiffany sighed.  "I never knew this could feel so
good.  And look . . . I love my black skin against your
white skin.  Look."
     
     She held her wrist against Laura's shoulder.  Laura,
for whom the color contrast was a wild aphrodisiac in the
first place, smiled and kissed Tiffany's wrist.  ""It's
enchanting."
     
     "I mean it, I never did it with a girl," Tiffany
repeated, as if to excuse any clumsiness in advance.
     
     "Do you want to stop?"
     
     "Oh no.  Shit, this feels good.  You feel good.  You
can go right ahead and do anything you want.  I like it."
     
     "Can I suck your nipples again?"
     
     Tiffany nodded.  Laura did.  This time, she held both
small, perfect breasts in her hands and sucked the girl's
gleaming black nipples back and forth, back and forth, until
both nipples were wet and stiff, and Tiffany was moaning
softly.  She kissed Tiffany's mouth again, pinching and
twisting her wet nipples in her fingers, then dropped her
mouth to them again.
     
     "You like them, don't you," Tiffany panted.
     
     Laura was now sucking most of Tiffany's breast into her
mouth when she sucked the nipple, making Tiffany yelp softly
and excitedly.  "Your breasts are gorgeous.  I want to
swallow them," she said.
     
     "God . . . feels like you doing it," Tiffany gasped,
running her fingers through Laura's hair.
     
     "I am going to lick and suck your sweet pussy," Laura
murmured, sliding down her squirming body, kissing her silky
black tummy..
     
     But Tiffany stiffened slightly.  "Really?  Why don't
you just fuck me with your hand?"
     
     Laura thought this was curious, but she ignored it and
continued down.  Her lips on Tiffany's warm, lean inner
thighs made the girl whimper.  Tiffany's young, small pussy
was puckering and wet, an open magenta mouth, a glossy
little black tent with a fiery interior, blossoming for
Laura's tongue.
     
     "You don't have to lick me . . . Laura," she panted,
twisting, nervous.
     
     "I want to lick you."
     
     "Nobody . . . ever did it to me before," Tiffany
confessed shyly.
     
     "Not even your boyfriends?"
     
     "Only done it with one.  He don't like eating.  Just
wants to fuck it."
     
     "Mmmm, are you in for a treat," Laura purred, spreading
the wiry curls of Tiffany's black pubic hair away from the
wet flower, getting ready to give it her most skillful
attentions.
     
     She started slowly, worshipper that she was anyway,
tenderly kissing and licking the beautiful, inflamed cleft,
slithering her tongue into the hot pink tunnel, letting the
warm juices flow over it.  At first Tiffany seemed stiff and
anxious, her fingernails even clawing into the beautiful
hard flesh of her glossy black thighs.  But soon she
relaxed, as Laura took pains to bring her along slowly,
licking her pussy tenderly and tongue-stroking her swollen,
whitish little clit until it elongated further, protruding
from its small black hood.
     
     "Ohhh  Laura . . . ohhhh Laura . . ." she sighed,
gasping and panting as Laura's tongue explored every secret
crease and hollow of her sensitive pussy.
     
     "Tiffany, you have such a pretty pussy.  I don't know
why nobody ever wanted to taste it until now," Laura purred,
tonguing and sucking the swollen, bright magenta blossom
until Tiffany was actually churning her hips rhythmically
and groaning softly in a wild flux of excitement.
     
     "Oh!  Ahnnn!  Oh . . . Laura, I should tell you, when I
get excited when my boyfriend is screwing me, then I really
come fast," Tiffany whimpered, panting desperately now,
writhing and bucking.
     
     "Oh good," Laura smiled.  "Are you excited now?"
     
     "Shit . . . yes!  Unghhh!  Oh shit, I think I'm gonna
come right now!"
     
     "I think you are too," Laura said, turning up the heat
rapidly.
     
     Now she slipped two fingers up into Tiffany's flooding
pussy and sucked the girl's clit between her lips at the
same time, suddenly sucking and fucking her harder as
Tiffany began shuddering and moaning, coming in a fierce,
clenching spasm.  Her taut, beautiful little body simply
exploded in coming.
     
     "Ungghiiiiee!  Ohnggghhh!  Unghhh . . . oh Laura Laura!
Auunghhhh!" she cried out, coming violently.
     
     She really let it all out, arching and quivering, then
writhing in Laura's sheets as a fierce seizure of pleasure
gripped her delicious little body.  Laura had spent the
weekend watching Randi's beautiful face contorted by
numerous ecstacies, but watching Tiffany come stirred her
deeply, and also aroused her to a terrible urgency of her
own.  Tiffany was still half-stunned from her climax, and so
it was no trouble for Laura to maneuver the girl's legs
apart as she slipped one of her own underneath, then brought
her own inflamed pussy up to Tiffany's.
     
     She held her cuntlips apart with her fingers, coaching
Tiffany softly at the same time.  "Hold your pussy open . .
. honey, like this, hold your pussy open.  Yes, like that,
ohhhhh!"
     
     "Ahhhhh!  Oh Laura!" Tiffany gasped, biting her lower
lip as the sensations became too intense.
     
     Laura's open pussy mashed against Tiffany's, their two
hot, slick, juicy slits melding together in a squirmy,
slippery kiss, and both girls nearly fainted from the feel
of it.  Slowly, Laura began to swirl her hips, feeling her
wet pussy slide across Tiffany's.  Whenever their clits
brushed, they both clenched in almost paralyzing excitement.
     
     Laura was on top, Tiffany still on her back, looking up
at Laura with awed love and lust intermingled in her eyes,
unable to believe that something this intense was actually
happening.  Laura's eyes were locked with Tiffany's too, and
she too could scarcely believe it, since they had not even
know each other as recently as yesterday.  And now she was
fucking Tiffany with her pussy in a slow, swirling, sensual
motion, aware that neither of them would last long since the
emotional and physical intensity was almost too much to
bear.
     
     Tiffany had not even descended from her first orgasm,
and Laura had not yet climaxed.  Quickly, they were both
pumping and swirling their hips rapidly, panting and
mewling, hurtling toward the certain eruption.  It was at
this hopeless moment that Laura thought of Kendra and Jane
upstairs, but it was far too late now to stop either her or
Tiffany's cries, and suddenly they were both struck at the
same instant by a crushing orgasm.
     
     "Anngghhmmngggiieee!" Laura groaned, trying to keep it
in but unable to stop herself.
     
     Her body filled with honeyfire, and the sharp,
throbbing spasms throttled her, threatening by their force
to throw her onto her side.  But she kept her balance,
determined to last through the waves of her own orgasm and
Tiffany's.  The girl came at the same time as Laura, her
second, a convulsive shock that again had her arching and
shuddering under Laura's continuing thrusts.
     
     "Ungghhh!  Oh Laura . . . ohnnggg shit yes!  Yes!
Ungghhh!  Auungghiieee!" she squealed, coming in long,
repeated spasms.
     
     Their flowing pussies seemed glued together in a
throbbing ooze of scalding sensations, and it was only
slowly that their hips tapered off from the frantic swirling
motion that had brought them to this beautiful culmination.
Reluctantly, Laura disengaged herself from the devastated
girl, untangling their legs, feeling the absence of
Tiffany's pussy pressing against hers acutely as she pulled
apart.
     
     Tiffany felt it too.  "I didn't want it to stop," she
whispered, her wide, throbbing, black eyes fixing Laura's.
"Ever."
     
     "I didn't either."  Laura embraced and kissed her.
"You are a treasure."
     
     "You know," Tiffany said, intimately, "everybody thinks
black girls are just hot little sex machines, and all.  But
it ain't always true.  I never screwed with anybody but my
boyfriend.  Before this, that is."  She paused, finding it
hard to say.  "I never knew it could be like this."
     
     He'll have a hard time matching this one, won't he?
Laura thought, cattily.  "Mmm, it isn't over yet," she
purred, nuzzling Tiffany's smooth black neck, and squeezing
again one of her small, marvelous breasts.
     
     For the next hour she fucked the darling Tiffany with
abandon, giving her three more orgasms, each increasingly
powerful and debilitating, until poor Tiffany was almost
limp with exhaustion and awe.  Laura came herself each time
too, sharp, throbbing orgasms enhanced each time by the
thrill of holding this delightful, climaxing girl in her
arms while they both wailed in fierce raptures.
     
     Tiffany finally dragged herself out of Laura's bed and
began to pull on her clothes.  "I'm still living at home,
you know.  If my boyfriend calls and I ain't there, he'll
think I'm bopping some other dude."
     
     Laura smiled demurely.  "You wouldn't tell him about
me, I hope."
     
     "Laura, he'd kill us both.  No kidding."  She looked
serious.  "He'd kill you if you was a dude, too."
     
     She was only half-dressed.  Laura grabbed her pulled
her down again into the bed, tickling her and making her
giggle.  "Don't forget, he won't lick your pussy like I do."
     
     "Sheeit.  Won't lick it at all."  She got serious.
"Nobody ever made me come like that.  I mean him or me," she
explained.  "You gave me something to think about."
     
     "What?"
     
     "You know."
     
     "Tell me."
     
     "I'll tell you next time."  Tiffany made a fetching,
crinkly-nosed frown.  "Were you serious about everybody
coming in the Safeway wants to fuck me?"
     
     "Dead serious, my dear.  You are to die for."
     
     Tiffany `blushed' and looked down.  "Long as you think
so."
     
     Since Tiffany was driving her own car, Laura had to
stand on the dark street and watch her go, happy at least,
when she glanced up at the ninth floor, to see that Kendra's
lights were not on.  She was filled with warm feelings about
Tiffany, who waved and blew her a kiss as she was driving
off.  Only when she got back upstairs and saw the light on
her answering machine still blinking did her feelings of
guilt return.