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       Chapter 302



       Laura had long been aware that she was a total fool for bangs.  She 
didn't know exactly why, but seeing an attractive black woman with bangs 
could make her knees weaken and her pulse race.  Maybe it's the fetching 
innocence of it, she speculated.  The ‘little girl' quality, the ingénue 
air.  Of course, many grown women had bangs, and Laura fell just as hard for 
them, even when it was clear they had no innocence left at all.

       So it wasn't surprising to her when she fell in a big, awkward, 
clumsy crash for Tonya Jackson the very first time she saw her at work.  By 
this time Makeeda had returned from her New York engagement, and they had 
spent three idyllic weeks together before she was off to Toronto for another 
gig.  They had not found time yet to squeeze in the ‘marriage' they had 
planned, but Laura had moved into the little old house on Magee Street in 
Berkeley, where Makeeda lived.  Laura was blissfully serene.  She had never 
been so happy.  She was so happy, even in Makeeda's absence, that she almost 
collapsed briefly with guilt when she realized how physically overpowering 
her sudden desire for this new Tonya was, when she first saw her.

       Tonya was a grown woman, but just barely.  She could not be older 
than twenty.  For a long time Laura had stopped fooling around with girls at 
work, thinking it too dangerous, but this was one she could hardly take her 
eyes off.  Rhonda noticed her looking.

       "Mmmmm, your singer wouldn't like it if she could see the way you're 
staring at that little tart," she whispered to Laura as they were walking to 
a meeting together.

       Laura grimaced playfully.  "How do you know she's a little tart?"

       "That tight little body she's so proud of.  You can see it in her 
eyes."

       "Name?"

       "Tonya Jackson.  First week.  Not expecting to commit adultery with 
middle-aged lesbian."

       "Middle-aged!"  Laura poked her in the ribs.  She realized that she 
and Rhonda were actually chummier now than they had ever been, now that the 
Stevie business was behind them and they were not competing for the same 
women.

       Still, it hurt to be called middle-aged.  I'm thirty, she thought.  
That isn't even old.  I'm like ten years older than Tonya.  I could be her 
sister.

       "If you intend to fool around," Rhonda continued, "please do it away 
from here.  I'd hate to have to tell that woman with the spectacular body 
who pretends to love you what you've been up to while she's off charming the 
world with her voice."

       Laura quickly contained herself and put on a hard mask of 
indifference.  "It never crossed my mind," she said.  "I have taken a vow.  
I wouldn't cheat on her.  Never."

       Rhonda didn't answer.  Her eyes told Laura she knew Laura was full of 
it.  But they also showed a deep understanding of Laura's feelings.  After 
all, the girl, Tonya, with her heart-piercing bangs and sassy smile, was 
incredibly fetching.  Her shoulder-length hair was chestnut-colored and 
red-gold where it swished around her neck but her bangs were black.  She 
wore a thick white plastic clip over the top of her hair, from ear to ear.  
Laura's heart was pinched.

       "I love your bangs," she couldn't help blurting out to Tonya, two 
days later as they passed in the hall.  "They're gorgeous.  So . . . just 
perfect . . . on you."  They make my pussy flutter and ooze, her eyes said, 
but she hoped not so blatantly that Tonya would see it.  "I'm sorry . . . 
I'm Laura Robbins.  I didn't mean to startle you.  I work here."

       "I know," Tonya said calmly.  "I've seen you around."

       That, Laura gulped, certainly curtailed the conversation before it 
got started.  Does she mean she's seen me staring?  "Well . . ." she 
stammered self-consciously, "welcome aboard.  Hope you like it here."

       Tonya grinned, as if she knew a secret.  But she said nothing.  Now 
that Laura was face to face with her, she realized how attractive the girl 
really was.  She had a very pretty face, with sensual lips and sparkling 
black eyes, even white teeth.  She wore a subtle mauve eye shadow that was 
very effective in highlighting her complexion, which was not really black, 
not dark like Carmela's, for example, but more a deep tawny brown or rich 
caramel.  Laura had to catch herself since she was falling into the girl's 
shiny black eyes, even though Tonya did not appear to be especially deep.

       "I do," Tonya smiled.  "Really do."

       "Good.  Maybe we can have lunch one of these times.  I can tell you 
who to watch out for."  Laura gave her a conspiratorial wink.

       Tonya broke into a smile.  Laura pressed her brief advantage.

       "Maybe today?" she said.  "You want to go to lunch today?"

       "I guess maybe I wouldn't mind," Tonya said.  "What time?"

       "Why don't I meet you over there by the elevator at noon.  Who's your 
supervisor?"

       "Bill Needham."

       "Does he let you go at noon?"

       Tonya nodded.  She hugged the file folders she was carrying against 
her very nice jutting young breasts.  "I'll be there."

       Laura could hardly keep from jumping for joy right there in the 
corridor.  In her office, she closed the door momentarily and raised both 
arms high in the air in a gesture of victory.  But seconds later she was 
overcome by guilt.  Makeeda.  God, if she could only see me.  I'm letting 
her down so horribly.

       This put her in a blue funk for the rest of the morning, but she was 
not about to forego her lunch with Tonya and met her promptly at the 
elevator at noon.  They went to a dark little restaurant in a back alley 
between Market and Mission streets that Laura knew of, a trendy but intimate 
little place where people went mostly to indulge forbidden rendezvous like 
this one.  Tonya was impressed, looking around her wide-eyed.

       "Never been to a place like this.  Sort of dark and mysterious."

       "Lunch is on me," Laura said.  "I can expense it."

       "You aren't supposed to do that, are you?"  Tonya's dark eyes 
sparkled with mischief and excitement.

       "No," Laura winked.  "But you're special."

       They chatted idly.  Laura eventually tried to work the conversation 
around to boyfriends, or girlfriends, as the case might be.  Tonya shook her 
head.  She had a totally captivating way of talking about personal matters 
like this: a little dip of her head forward, a palm out with stretched wide 
fingers, suppressed laugher, a playful smirk.

       "Had one," she giggled softly.  "I was at this party with him . . . 
and I sort of . . . blew it, if you know what I mean."

       "No.  I don't know what you mean," Laura said, smiling.  "Tell me 
about it.  Unless it's too embarrassing."

       "It is, a little.  S-E-X, you know?"

       "Goodness, you go to much more exciting parties than I do."

       Tonya chewed her food, as if contemplating whether to tell Laura or 
not.  Laura wondered if she would.  Obviously this secret was something very 
personal.  How bold would this enchanting girl become with an almost total 
stranger, and one who worked where she did?

       "They may not be more exciting, but maybe they have a little more . . 
. you know . . . the ‘f' word?"

       "Fucking?" Laura blurted out, but softly, in order to gain Tonya's 
confidence.  You can be blunt with me, darling, said her smile.

       Tonya laughed, a quick guffaw that almost made her spew out a little 
food.  She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes tearing up with 
mirth.  "Oooohhh, you said the word!" she laughed.

       Laura nodded.  "I did, didn't I.  Sorry."

       Tonya ran one finger across her very sensual lips, checking for food 
particles.  "I like to drink, you know?" she said finally.  "I'm a drinker.  
I shouldn't, but I do.  So, I was a little drunk.  I knew this one guy a 
little bit.  He took me into this bedroom, and about five of his buddies 
came in there too.  I guess I was . . . letting them do me, you know?  When 
my boyfriend came in."

       "Uh oh," Laura said.

       She smiled, but in reality she was totally flabbergasted and 
appalled.  This lovely young girl, this cute thing with her delicious bangs 
and her gorgeous, curvy little body had actually let five or six guys screw 
her at the same time?  At a party while she was a little drunk?  It beggared 
the imagination.  It took Laura aback so that she hardly knew what to say 
and merely nodded, swallowing, smiling, hoping Tonya would go on.

       Tonya did, after a few seconds of appearing to wonder if she should 
stop there.  "He caught me.  It was . . . nasty.  He was mad," she said, 
chewing a wad of French bread.

       "I can imagine," Laura said, trying not to betray any feeling or 
judgment.  "Did they really . . . all have you at once?"

       A light went on behind Tonya's sparkling black eyes.  She held up her 
palm again, fingers spread, and tilted her head solemnly forward.  "They . . 
. did . . . not . . . put . . . it . . . in . . . my . . . rectum," said 
emphatically, now shaking her head.  "No sir, they did not."  She gave Laura 
a devilish smile.  "Only in the mouth and in the pussy."

       "Oh.  I see," Laura gulped, trying to act as if this were not 
unusual, even without the ‘rectum' part.  "They just took their turns, 
right?"

       At this point the waitress came to fill their water glasses and 
inquire if they needed anything else, and they could not resume the 
conversation for a few moments.  When she left, Laura leaned forward and 
whispered.

       "Did you come?   I mean, excuse me for asking, but it just seems so . 
. . unusual . . . and kind of exciting.  Did you come while they were doing 
it?"

       Tonya smiled a sexy, mysterious smile.  "Once," she said.  "I was too 
drunk to come any more than that.  But there was one guy I really always 
liked.  I wanted to do it with him anyway.  I came when he was in me.  Maybe 
the other ones got me ready for it, but when he slid it in, blewwweee!  Wow! 
  I popped.  It was good.  Unfortunately, that's about when my boyfriend--now 
my ex-boyfriend, of course--walked in."

       "That must have been an unpleasant moment," Laura said.

       Tonya nodded.  "I thought it was gonna be the end.  He had a gun . . 
. but it was in his car.  They talked to him, calmed him down."  Laura could 
see from Tonya's expression that it had thrilled her then, and indeed 
thrilled her now, to be the object of all this potential mayhem and the 
focus of this sexual extravaganza.  "I just went and locked myself in the 
bathroom."

       "Was that the end of it?  I mean, did he leave you alone after that?"

       Tonya nodded.  "He didn't dare go after them either because there 
were so many of them.  Last I heard he was hanging out with the sister of 
that dude I said I liked, the one who made me come.  Guess he's trying to 
get his revenge that way."

       Laura realized she must have looked vaguely ashen since she was still 
trying to get over the shock of this fascinating narrative.  She knew that 
Tonya was looking at her with a mixture of concern and amusement.

       "I guess that story's really a little extreme, isn't it," she said 
softly.  "Maybe I shouldn't have told you.  I don't know why I did.  I 
barely know you.  Hope you don't think I'm a whore.  I didn't mean it to 
happen.  It just . . . happened, you know?  I don't drink that much any 
more."

       "I certainly don't think you're a whore.  I think you're . . . really 
attractive."

       "I know," Tonya flirted.  "You like my bangs."

       This was the first time she had frankly flirted with Laura.  "I can 
see why all those guys would've . . . wanted you," Laura said.

       Tonya leaned close, across the table, whispering.  "Like you do?  
Don't you want me?  Aren't you a lesbian?"

       Laura, who had grown more comfortable admitting it when confronted 
like this, smiled calmly.  "It is so obvious?  I mean, I didn't make a pass 
or anything."

       "You're a woman," Tonya said, sensibly.  "You know when people want 
you, don't you?"

       "Yes,  I guess I do."

       "Don't worry about it.  It's no big deal.  I've had lesbians come on 
to me before.  Two of them.  One was fat, but the other one was pretty.  She 
was black.  I didn't want to do it, though.  The thought of going down on 
another girl makes me gag.  Not so much her going down on me, just me going 
down on her.  Know what I mean?"

       Laura smiled ironically.  "I guess I don't."

       Tonya laughed, realizing what she had said.  "I guess you wouldn't.  
You know, if it's any comfort, I don't think I'd feel that way about you.  
But you're gorgeous.  Like a supermodel or something."

       Laura brushed the compliment aside.  She decided, since Tonya had 
left an opening, just to rush headlong into it.  "So . . . whether you would 
mind or not . . . how about the other.  You wouldn't mind having it done to 
you.  How about it?"  She smiled her most winning smile.  "I would be happy 
to oblige."

       "I bet you would," Tonya broke out in a grin.  For a second she 
looked nervous, but only for a second.  She was pretty self-assured for a 
twenty year old, Laura reflected.  "But I think I'll pass.  Girl sex just 
never seemed too appealing to me.  Hope you'll understand," she said 
sweetly.

       "Of course I do," Laura smiled.  In fact, her heart plunged, but she 
tried not to let it show.  "To each his own.  Or her own.  Just let me know 
if you ever change your mind."

       "I will."  Tonya let a little flicker of flirtation reappear in her 
eyes.  "I will certainly tell you first."

       Laura made a playful little gasp, as if she were now no longer 
holding her breath.  "Well . . . now that we've got that out of the way, we 
can enjoy our lunch."

       Tonya giggled.  "I'm having the lobster tail, since you're buying," 
she flirted again.

       It was hard for Laura to get through the rest of the lunch, since to 
her mind Tonya did not play exactly fair.  She had rejected Laura's offer 
and yet apparently saw no contradiction in flirting almost constantly 
through the rest of the hour.  Of course, Laura reasoned, it's hard to 
ignore the fact that the person sitting across from you would like to rip 
your clothes off and fuck your brains loose on the very table you're eating 
at.  That can give you a charge.

       Back in the office, they parted with a friendly but meaningful smile, 
and Laura spent the rest of the day trying to forget about what had 
happened.  Things had really changed between them now, and it was hard to 
look at Tonya, even from a distance, without recalling the girl's saucy 
smile and flirtatious conversation.  It was also, of course, very hard to 
look at her hard, curvy young body and her delicious bangs and her smooth, 
deep caramel skin without shivering all over from suppressed lust.  I want 
that girl, Laura thought over and over.  But I have to forget about it.

       Not being able to have Tonya nudged her in the direction of feeling 
very virtuous that she was being loyal to Makeeda, whom she talked to every 
evening on the phone before Makeeda went on stage at her gig in Toronto.  It 
was great not to have to feel guilty.  She went home from work, fed Mingus 
the cat, cooked herself a small dinner, had a glass of wine, and watched TV 
alone.  No adulterous longings.  No complicated emotional blackmail or 
baggage.  Nobody to make demands on her love or loyalty but the beautiful 
woman who was temporarily away, singing for strangers every night.

       She and Tonya did not even exchange more than a few casual words of 
greeting for nearly seven weeks, during which time Makeeda had returned from 
Toronto and headed back for a repeat appearance in Tokyo.  During the 
interval, they had actually tried to get married, as they had vowed to do, 
at San Francisco City Hall, only to find that meddlesome judges and 
politicians had--only temporarily, one hoped--overruled the practice of 
same-sex marriages.  Laura and Makeeda instead celebrated a private little 
ceremony where they exchanged rings and pledges, and promised that one day 
their union would be honored by the state.

       Then Makeeda was off to Japan.  As if she had some sixth sense about 
Laura's availability, it was the day after Makeeda's departure that Tonya 
chose to reintroduce herself into Laura's life.  She peeked around Laura's 
office door while Laura was deep in a report she owed her boss that 
afternoon.

       "Hi," Tonya said brightly, smiling a huge, beaming smile.  "Still 
like my bangs?  You haven't said a word to me in weeks."

       Laura looked up from her computer, dazzled by the smile, and by the 
girl.  Her pussy began throbbing as it had the day she had taken Tonya to 
lunch.  But she wasn't going to give this girl such an easy victory.  Tonya 
knew Laura was hungry for her, and so Laura played it cool, looking up from 
her computer with a faint grin of annoyance.

       "I love your bangs, darling, as much as ever, but I still have to 
hold down this job."

       "Oh.  Sorry.  I must be interrupting.  Didn't mean to intrude."  
Tonya was contrite, trying to get away without causing Laura more 
irritation.

       "Come in," Laura said, softening, now that her point had been made.  
"Really, come in.  I can always spare a few minutes for such a beautiful 
woman."

       She knew Tonya thrived on flattery, and it wasn't hard to give it.  
Tonya came into Laura's small office and sat in the one chair next to 
Laura's desk.  "I wanted to take you to lunch," she said softly, flirting a 
little, as she seemed incapable of not doing.  No wonder five or six guys 
fucked her one time at a party, Laura thought.  She probably drove them to 
it by incorrigible flirting.  "To pay you back for the time you took me," 
Tonya added.

       "I told you I expensed that," Laura said.  "You were a ‘client.'  You 
don't owe me a thing."

       "I . . . wanted to anyway," Tonya said, looking down at her fingers.

       Mmmmm, Laura thought, suddenly warming up.  But she realized lunch 
was out.  There was no way she could deviate from this present task.  "I . . 
. can't."  She let Tonya see her genuine reluctance.  "I have to get this 
report in by three or they'll can my pretty ass."

       Tonya's eyebrows went up at Laura's expression.  "Wow, I hope they 
don't do that."

       "Me too," Laura winked.  "I need it.  Look, how about after work, we 
go get a drink, or go for a walk, or something."

       Tonya made a precise ingénue face, the kind she must have known would 
pinch Laura's heart, and make Laura's pussy palpitate.  The fetching bangs 
made it even worse for Laura.  "Oh, I shouldn't drink, do you think?" she 
played her faux innocence to the hilt.  "Remember what happened to me at 
that party."

       Who could ever forget it? Laura wondered.  Are you suggesting that if 
we have a drink together, you'll let me do the equivalent of six guys 
fucking you?  Laura let this question resonate from her hard gaze, but she 
disbelieved in telepathy enough to know Tonya would not see it.  Still, it 
was clear Tonya wanted to turn the corner, at least.  She was not content to 
leave their friendship where they had left it after the lunch.

       "I've got it," Laura said.  "I'll just give you a ride home.  Then we 
can talk.  Where do you live?"

       "I live in El Cerrito, near the Albany border."

       "Good, I live in Berkeley.  I'll drop you off."

       Now Tonya flirted shamelessly.  She was wearing a skirt with a fairly 
high hem, above her knees, and she crossed her legs suggestively, watching 
Laura look at them.  Laura, exercising her self-discipline to the fullest, 
had not really looked hard at Tonya's legs, ever.  Some days Tonya wore 
pants to work, and the days when she wore skirts Laura would studiously keep 
her eyes level, not daring to look down at the girl's legs.  It was somehow 
as if she knew that once she did, she would be lost; or even farther lost 
than she already was.  This time there was no escape.

       They were, like the rest of Tonya, perfectly shaped.  They were a 
rich, deep caramel color, and smooth, and glossy, and impossibly desirable 
as they slid together.  Tonya clearly enjoyed people looking at her legs.  
"Mmmmm, you like something maybe even better than my bangs," she said under 
her breath, looking meaningfully at Laura.

       It was the most blatant invitation Laura had had in months.  It was 
like Tonya was saying: Okay, I've changed my mind, I'm ready to let you fuck 
me now.

       "Meet me here at five," Laura said in a clipped, emotionless manner, 
unwilling to let Tonya take control entirely of the situation.  I mean, I 
may want you, darling, but I still have a little self-respect.

       Tonya, taken aback at Laura's brusque manner, stopped smiling and 
nodded solemnly.  "Okay.  I'll be here.  Bye."

       At about five-thirty they were in Laura's white Camaro, halfway 
across the Bay Bridge on the lower deck, when Tonya, who had been curiously 
quiet and not her usual saucy self so far, turned to Laura.  "Why don't we 
just go to your place in Berkeley," she said softly.  "You know, I've been 
thinking.  I think I'd like to try it."

       Laura tried not to blush, this time with excitement rather than shame 
or guilt.  She gripped the wheel and smiled briefly at Tonya.  "I'm glad you 
would.  But I have to disappoint you.  I live with another woman.  She's out 
of town . . . but I promised her I would never . . . you know, fool around . 
. . in our place when she's gone."

       Tonya absorbed this silently.  She looked out the side window, but 
you couldn't see much but other cars on the lower deck of the bridge.  Then 
she looked back at Laura, nodding seriously.  "That's a good rule, I think.  
We can go to my place.  I still live at home, but my mother is in Las Vegas 
with her sister.  I just talked to her this afternoon.  They won't be back 
until Friday."

       "And your father?" Laura asked, trying to remain calm.

       "He lives in Fort Lee, New Jersey."

       Laura tried not to wiggle her butt with glee.  As it was, she had to 
press her thighs tightly together.  Oh frabjous day!  Callooh!  Callay!  
"Oh--kay," Laura swallowed.  "Just point me the right way."

       "You take the Gilman Street exit.  You know where that is, don't 
you?"

       Laura nodded.

       They were driving by IKEA before Tonya spoke again.  "You know, I 
might as well be honest.  I was hoping you might have one of those strap-on 
things, like lesbians use.  Don't they?  Like, I dig being fucked, you know? 
  I never came from having my pussy licked.  I just don't think I can do it 
that way.  I like being fucked."

       Laura swallowed again, gripping the wheel more tightly again.  "You 
know . . ." she said softly, in fact barely audibly, "we could stop by my 
place and pick it up.  I mean, at least that's not against the rules."

       A gusher of uncontrollable laughter bubbled up from Tonya's throat.  
"No, I guess it isn't.  Why don't you."

       This time, though Laura was still driving, their eyes met and locked 
for the briefest instant, but long enough for there to be a clear, 
unmistakably sexual current pass between them, really the first time it had 
been so blatant.  So you like to be fucked, eh? Laura's eyes said.  Yes, I 
do, and I want to be fucked by you, Tonya's dark, murky eyes flashed back.

       Thank god she had the usual insane traffic to keep her attention 
fixed, Laura thought.  She popped quickly by the Berkeley house, fed Mingus 
speedily, and retrieved her strap-on dildo from the drawer, putting it into 
a Safeway plastic shopping bag.  She left the Double Penetrator behind, 
smiling as she remembered Tonya's very specific statement that they guys at 
the party had not, repeat not, put it in her ‘rectum'.  I guess we won't go 
there, then, my dear, she thought as she locked up the house, put the 
Safeway bag in the trunk of her car, and climbed back behind the wheel.

       "You got it?" Tonya asked.

       Laura nodded.  "Sorry to take so long.  I had to feed the cat."

       Tonya merely smiled and said nothing.  She gave Laura directions on 
how to get to her house without returning to the freeway, since they were so 
close.  In fact, this little detail made Laura slightly nervous.  It was one 
thing to cheat on Makeeda in her, Laura's, old condo, as she had with 
Carmela.  Or with Amber in her highrise San Francisco aerie.  Or down in 
Burlingame, at Deshona's house in the woods.  But Tonya, it turned out, 
lived almost within walking distance of the Magee Street house.  It would be 
a lengthy walk, true, but still . . .

       It wasn't very far away.  If she and Makeeda ever went for a walk, 
they might come across Tonya on the street.  Of course, they never did go 
for a walk.  Too busy swimming, sleeping, and fucking.  I guess I'm worrying 
over nothing, Laura realized, as they pulled up in front of Tonya's modest 
Albany bungalow.  Tonya grinned meaningfully at Laura before popping out of 
the passenger side and waiting while Laura retrieved the Safeway bag from 
the trunk of her car.

       Inside the house, she threw Laura another meaningful glance and 
tilted her head toward the hallway.  "Follow me."

       Laura put a hand on her arm.  "Wait."

       She looked around and hemmed and hawed a little.  Tonya was so 
matter-of-fact, as always.  Her attitude seemed to be:  Well, we're going to 
fuck, let's get on with it.  That seemed exactly the frame of mind that had 
always troubled, as well as excited, Laura about the party gangbang story.  
Laura liked a little sitting and talking and kissing first.  True, she had 
occasionally succumbed to frantic passion the moment the door was closed, 
but frantic passion seemed the farthest thing from Tonya's mind.  She was 
almost clinical about it.

       "Let's sit down here a few minutes," she said, pointing to the sofa, 
a large, deep brown, leather one that looked marvelously soft and 
comfortable.

       Tonya smiled flirtatiously.  "Okay.  You want to talk?"

       Laura smiled.  "And maybe kiss.  I like to kiss.  Do you?  I've been 
thinking for weeks of what it would be like to kiss you."

       Tonya tilted her head to the side and let her tongue dance briefly 
outside her lips, an enchanting little gesture that mingled with her 
head-tilt to make Laura's heart flutter.  The girl could be so faux ingénue 
that Laura could barely stand it.  "I like it . . . with the right person," 
Tonya said softly, following Laura to the sofa and sitting down next to her, 
close.

       Laura extended one long forefinger and touched Tonya's very sensual 
lips with her fingertip.  "You, my darling, are a mystery," she 
half-whispered.  "You seem so fresh and innocent, and yet inside you are a 
femme fatale."

       "What's that?"

         "A fatal woman.  A woman who can make others crash and burn.  A 
woman who makes men and other women like me pulse and ooze and tingle for 
the chance to touch you."

       Tonya smiled broadly.  "You want to know why we're here?  It's 
exactly because of that, because you say things like that.  You are the one 
who's the mystery, Laura.  I never met anyone like you.  Not just because 
you're a lesbian, but just anyone like you, anyone who talks like that.  You 
make me quiver inside when you talk like that."

       "Oh good," Laura said, bringing her face closer to Tonya's, removing 
her fingertip from the girl's desirable mouth, thrilled to be on the verge 
of kissing her for the first time.  "Then give me those sugar lips," she 
whispered, her eyelids suddenly heavy.

       Tonya seemed to get into it, too.  She discarded her clinical, 
matter-of-fact manner and uptilted her beautiful mouth to Laura, who quickly 
pressed her own into it.  It turned out that Tonya not only knew how to kiss 
but was very talented at it.  Her full lips curved into Laura's, and her 
tongue slithered out quickly to meet Laura's, curling and coiling around it.

       Laura kissed her patiently.  She was determined not to rush things, 
to let the tempo slowly build, and she could not restrain herself from 
raising the fingers of one hand to Tonya's forehead, touching her bangs, 
brushing them from side to side, finally leaning up to kiss the smooth brown 
skin above her eyebrows where Laura's fingertips had parted the hair.  "Your 
bangs make my pussy flutter," she whispered to Tonya.

       "You're weird," Tonya giggled softly.  "Do you mean it?  Really?"

       "Yes."  Laura attacked Tonya's mouth again with her own, this time 
kissing her more heatedly, and wetly.  She stabbed her tongue into it.  
"Yes, I mean it."

       "Maybe you're oversexed," Tonya teased her, but still flattered and 
aroused by Laura's passion.  "Mmmm . . . anngghh . . . mmmm . . . oh!  You 
really do . . . like to . . . mmm . . . kiss, don't you.  God, nobody ever 
kissed me like this."

       Laura was now close to devouring Tonya's mouth.  She could not 
control her hunger.  She kissed Tonya's smooth brown neck, and her jaw, and 
her chin, and her ear, stabbing her tongue deep into it and breathing, 
feeling Tonya's body clench at the feel of Laura's warm breath going into 
her ear.  She got one hand under Tonya's sweater and for the first time felt 
the smooth, warm, firm muscles of Tonya's back, her fingers sliding up to 
the girl's bra strap.

       "I think I'm ready to go back there now," Laura panted to her, 
nipping her earlobe, trying not to suck her smooth neck and leave a mark.

       "God, I've been ready for hours," Tonya panted too.  "You know, I was 
even ready at work.  Once I made up my mind I wanted to do this with you," 
she confessed, "I got all hot and bothered every time I looked at you."

       Now it was Laura's turn.  "Really?"

       She followed Tonya down the short hallway to Tonya's bedroom, 
snatching up the Safeway bag containing the strap-on dildo, which she had 
earlier deposited on the dining room table. Hot and bothered, eh?  They went 
into Tonya's bedroom, where there was merely a twin bed, piled with stuffed 
bunnies, camels, bears, and giraffes.  Somehow it suddenly struck Laura as 
perfectly appropriate that Tonya would have been the stuffed bunny type, 
while growing up.  She might have found it cloying and phony but instead 
allowed herself to be charmed by it.

       "That's a small bed," she said to Tonya, pointing at it, implying 
that they were going to need a bigger playing field for the Olympics of 
fucking they were about to perform.

       For a moment both of them regarded the bed, as if assessing it 
worthiness.  "Guess you're right," Tonya said.  "I did it on it once before, 
with a boyfriend, but it was over so fast it didn't really matter how big 
the bed was.  He came all over my leg, before he could even get it into my 
pussy, before I could even get a condom on his thing.  And we were so afraid 
my mama would come home and catch us that we just cleaned it up and acted 
like nothing happened."

       "What about her bed?" Laura asked.  "I mean, do you feel comfortable 
doing it there?  Otherwise, we can go back to the sofa."

       Tonya tilted her head in the way that tugged at Laura's heart, and 
made a wry smile.  "I guess I've got about three days to clean it up," she 
said pertly.  "And you ain't gonna squirt jizz all over the place, either.  
Shouldn't be a problem."

       She led Laura further down the hallway to the larger rear bedroom, 
her mother's.  It was a little more intimidating because this was definitely 
a middle aged woman's bedroom.  No stuffed bunnies.  A matching bed and huge 
dresser, Thomasville.  While this was not the furniture Laura would choose 
for her own bedroom, she realized that Tonya's mother wanted to be 
considered a woman of taste and substance.  I wonder what she would think of 
her darling daughter, cute bangs and all, getting ready to be strap-on dildo 
fucked in her fancy Thomasville bed by a horny middle-aged lesbian, as that 
odious Rhonda put it, Laura thought.

       She smiled at Tonya.  "This should do it."

       Tonya suddenly appeared nervous, now that they were really going 
through with it.  Wasn't it marvelous, Laura reflected, how a lovely young 
girl like this could get a little tipsy at a party and let six guys fuck her 
at the same time, or at least taking turns, and yet when she was alone with 
Laura in her mother's bedroom she suddenly was overcome by butterflies.  
Laura threw the Safeway bag containing the strap-on onto the bed and turned 
to Tonya, holding out her arms and smiling.

       "Come to me, my angel, and give me those sugar lips again," she 
murmured softly.  "Laura is going to take you to heaven."

       Tonya tilted her head again, sticking her tongue out sassily, and 
came into Laura's arms, offering her mouth.  This time when they kissed they 
were standing up, and embracing, and Laura could feel more of the girl's 
hard body pressing against her.  She didn't think Tonya worked out 
athletically, there was certainly no evidence of it, and yet she had 
wonderfully firm flesh, hard little breasts pushing into Laura's, a round, 
out-jutting bottom that Laura dug her fingers into.  Again she got one hand 
under Tonya's sweater, onto the warm, firm flesh of her back, but this time 
she pulled the sweater up from the bottom.  Tonya helped.  Together they 
lifted it over her bra, then over her head.

       Tonya swished her hair back into place, which made her bangs feather 
over her forehead.  She was quite aware how desirable she was, and, it 
turned out as Laura watched, she was almost boldly proud of her delectable 
body.  Laura stood back a little, both paralyzed by lust and flabbergasted 
by this girl's moxie, as Tonya admired herself in the huge mirror over her 
mother's dresser while she disrobed.

       She did indeed have a lot to admire.  Her bare skin was the hue of 
dark gold, and as she saw every inch come into view Laura yearned to touch 
it.  "You, my dear, are very beautiful."

       "You think so?" Tonya asked coyly, looking across her shoulder at her 
profile.  She pivoted to view herself from another angle in the mirror, 
still wearing her white bra and panties.

       "Yes . . . I think so," Laura swallowed.

       "Which do you like best, my ass or my boobs?"

       Laura, who had been admiring but not daring to touch such beauty so 
far, now moved closer and ran her fingertips along Tonya's gleaming golden 
shoulder.  "Honey, I love the whole package."

       Tonya raised both hands to her breasts and squeezed the perfect 
grapefruit-shaped balls through her bra cups.  "I think I like these the 
best."  She made a charming moue at Laura.  "Don't you?"

       Laura was tired of being teased.  She drew Tonya to her and embraced 
her again, this time in a more agitated manner.  She sucked her neck and 
nibbled her earlobe.  "Owwww," Tonya yelped softly, pulling back.  "Your 
clothes hurt against my skin.  Take them off."

       Laura was out of her clothes in ten seconds.  Tonya could hardly 
decide whether to look at Laura's body or her own in the mirror.  But 
finally she could not take her eyes off Laura's flesh, or Laura's underwear. 
  Laura quickly pulled down the thick, quilted bedspread, exposing the 
sheets.  She brushed the Safeway bag containing the strap-on to the side.

       "Aren't you going to put it on?" Tonya asked.

       "In a minute," Laura said, half-enchanted and half-annoyed by Tonya's 
boundless vanity and quirky delays.  "Come here."  She climbed up onto the 
bed, holding out her arms.

       Tonya was not finished with her little striptease, which, Laura 
marveled, seemed to be aimed as much at herself as at her captivated 
spectator.  She reached behind her to unfasten her bra, but her eyes were on 
Laura's, to see if Laura was looking, looking with the rapt fascination she 
seemed to expect and require.  Laura was.  She couldn't take her eyes off 
the girl's body.

       It was firm, compact, tight, chiseled, the kind of body, Laura 
realized, that would've made a bodybuilding expert like Brandi Pearson livid 
with envy, for Tonya had as a gift of nature the kind of sculptured flesh 
that others had to work months and years to attain.  And she wasn't muscular 
in any way, as Brandi, for example, was.  Her chiseled abs and hard thighs 
and perfect round breasts were completely natural, merely the result of 
great genes.  Laura was mesmerized.  Boy, those guys at the party must've 
got more than they bargained for when she took off her clothes, she thought. 
  I'll bet they didn't think they would be getting this.  God, what a 
gorgeous little dark golden masterpiece.

       "I won't come there until you take yours off too," Tonya pouted 
playfully, sticking her tongue out again.

       It was a deliberate and self-conscious technique she had, this 
sticking her tongue out sexily, and she had quickly grasped the effect it 
had on Laura.  And so she did it over and over again.  Each time Laura could 
feel a happy little stab of flame inside her pussy.  She consumed Tonya's 
body with her eyes while hastily slipping off her own bra and panties, a 
sexy black lace ensemble that she knew made her own body even more alluring. 
  Tonya was watching intently too.

       "Okay, we're both naked now," Laura purred, holding out her arms for 
Tonya.  "You can't avoid me any longer."

       "Laura, you are pretty damned beautiful yourself," Tonya grinned, 
approaching the bed.

       Laura was all over her the moment she climbed onto the mattress.  She 
kissed Tonya ravenously, much more aggressively than she had done up to now. 
  Her hands raced over the girl's marvelous smooth warm flesh.

       "Oh god, you really want to get to it, don't you," Tonya gasped, 
giggling softly with surprise.

       "Tonya . . . you are very beautiful," Laura panted, filling her hands 
with Tonya's springy young breasts.  "I knew I wanted you . . . but now I 
want you double."

       "Oh!" Tonya half-exclaimed, as if caught by a mad rapist and not 
knowing what to do.  "You do?  Wow, this feels good!"

       Laura was kissing her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones.  Her 
mouth slid down to one of Tonya's large nipples and she licked it hungrily.  
They were like Sara's nipples, different colored in different light, now 
dark burnt umber, and swollen, the centers jutting, the areolas stippling 
and puffed.  Laura sucked Tonya's nipple, now wet with her own saliva, deep 
into her mouth.  She felt Tonya's body tense up, and heard a faint whimper.

       "Oh . . . did I do it too hard?" she asked, letting the wet, bulbous 
nipple slide out of her mouth.

       Tonya shook her head.  "Oh no.  Oh god it feels good."

       Laura sucked it again, then the other one, switching back and forth, 
sucking gently, then harder, until Tonya was writhing and panting rapidly.  
Her breasts were indeed marvelous, but there was no way Laura, as orally 
obsessed as she was, could keep her mouth off the rest of Tonya's young, 
hard body.  Her stomach and abs and ribcage and belly and the smooth shallow 
groove that ran the length of her torso from her breastbone to her navel 
were enough to occupy Laura for another hour, it seemed.  She ran her tongue 
over the dips and cambers and firm muscles of Tonya's delicious body, then 
kissed it, then sucked it, while Tonya watched this adoration with mute 
fascination, merely panting and stroking Laura's hair while Laura worshipped 
her naked body.

       Laura knew no one, no man, had ever lavished such sexual attention on 
this marvelous flesh, and Tonya finally confirmed it.

       "Laura . . . you really like my body, don't you . . ." she finally 
gasped, now twisting and quivering a little as Laura's caresses began to 
arouse her dramatically.  "Nobody ever . . . did so much to me.  You know?  
Like, kissed me all over.  Like you're doing.  God, it feels good."

       "It only shows what fools they are," Laura murmured to her, sliding 
her hands up again to Tonya's perfect breasts and twisting the girl's 
gleaming, swelling nipples.

       "Are you going to fuck me with the strap-on?"

       "You just lie back and let me take care of everything, my darling," 
Laura purred.

       She surmised that she was committed by now to fucking Tonya with the 
strap-on, which would be okay, but first she wanted to taste the girl's 
incredible body entirely, and that meant her sweet pussy too.  She slid 
between Tonya's parting thighs, covering both dark golden columns of flesh 
with hot kisses, drawing closer each time with her lips to the oozing, 
slightly open seam of Tonya's young pussy but not yet touching it.

       But she knew that Tonya knew where she was going.  The closer Laura 
got to this frothing, oozing treasure, so redolent now of thick musky 
fuck-hunger, the more she realized that she was thoroughly challenged.  
Nobody every made you come before by sucking your sweet pussy, my darling?  
That's because you have only had a bunch of feckless, selfish, horny boys 
pawing this delicious body.  But now you have a true connoisseur of 
scrumptious black pussy to worship this masterpiece, and I think I will take 
you so far to heaven that you will never want to come back.

       She suddenly got the idea of going for Tonya's g-spot, which she knew 
she should always try for but sometimes in heat of the moment forgot.  Oh 
god, will that ever blow her mind, if I can give her one of those g-spot 
killers, she thought.

       Finally, after several minutes of skillful teasing, she was there.  
She rubbed her chin playfully in the curly patch of hair above Tonya's 
slightly puckering slit.  Tonya's pussy was extremely beautiful, a long, 
thin slit, completely black even though most of Tonya was dark gold in 
color.  A wet glimmer of pink showed between the barely parted lips, which 
Laura was almost too enchanted to touch with the tip of her tongue.

       "Oh honey, you have such a beautiful pussy . . ." she breathed to 
Tonya.  "Are you going to let me kiss it?"

       "Unhhh!  Oh!  God, yes Laura . . . please.  Ohhhh . . . you're making 
me feel . . . wonderful!"

       Now Laura insinuated the tip of her tongue between Tonya's long, 
thin, black cunt lips, into the wet pink, and then pushed her tongue in 
further, parting them.

       "Oh . . . shit . . ." Tonya gasped softly, her eyes rolling up 
briefly.

       Her body clenched a little, and her thighs scissored Laura's head 
slightly, until Laura gently pushed them open again with her hands.  She 
herself was nearly in ninth heaven, tasting Tonya's oily, tangy cunt 
nectars, pushing her tongue in further, then withdrawing it slowly, 
tongue-fucking the tight, wet furrow.  But this was only the preliminaries.  
She knew exactly how to please a pussy that had never been properly made 
love to, and she devoted all her attention to the task over the next several 
minutes, not hurrying, taking her time to explore and tease, until finally 
Tonya was panting and flexing and twisting crazily in the rumpled sheet, 
gasping, looking down at Laura's head between her thighs.

       "Oh god, Laura . . . oh god, Laura!  You're . . . so . . . different. 
  Unhhhh!  Oh god, you're making me want to come so bad!  Nobody ever did 
this to my pussy.  Unhhhh!"

       "Mmmm, this is such a beautiful pussy, I want to eat it forever," 
Laura purred to her.  "I don't want you to come because then I'll have to 
stop eating your delicious pussy."

       "Ohhnnnnn!" Tonya moaned, writhing, panting, looking wildly desirable 
to Laura, who in spite of herself accelerated the tempo a little, now 
probing Tonya's wet pussy with two fingers, reversing them to rub the inner 
front wall of Tonya's pussy, searching for the g-spot.

       At the same time she began seriously to tongue and suck Tonya's firm 
little clit, spreading her pussy lips apart with her thumbs so that it 
emerged from its hood, lashing it with her tongue and hearing Tonya whimper 
and groan.

       "Unhhhhh!  Ahnnnnn!"

       "Oh my darling, I think you are going to come . . ." Laura murmured, 
as if surprised, though she figured there was no way Tonya couldn't climax, 
given what she herself was doing to the girl's beautiful, inflamed pussy.

       "Oh yes . . . oh yes!  Unh . . . unh!  I am!  Oh . . . unghhh . . . I 
am!  It feels so good!"

       "Are you close?"

       "Oh yes!  Unhhhh!"

       It was a silly question, because Laura knew the girl was only seconds 
away from a climax, g-spot or no g-spot.  Nevertheless, she did not give up 
trying to find it.  Then, without much warning, Tonya's orgasm took them 
both by surprise.  Laura thought it was still fifteen or twenty seconds 
away.  Tonya was so delirious with surging sexual pleasure that she had 
totally surrendered her body to Laura's caresses and its own rhythms as it 
peaked toward a sharp convulsion.  But suddenly, Laura realized, she must 
have touched the secret bundle of nerves inside Tonya's beautiful, tight 
little pussy, for Tonya instantly seized up, as if electrocuted, and her 
whimpering was choked off as her young body shuddered mightily.

       "Ummnnppgghhhh!" she grunted helplessly, and Laura looked up to see 
her wincing under the impact of a ferocious body cramp, the kind of killer 
orgasm you got only rarely.

       It was so stupendous that Tonya could not make a sound.  Instead, her 
lovely hard young body quaked and shuddered uncontrollably as truly 
shattering convulsions gripped her.  Her entire pelvis rose up off the 
mattress, juddering wildly in midair, as Laura struggled to hold on, her 
lips still pressed to the girl's spasming pussy, her fingers still embedded 
in it and rubbing the secret spot vigorously.

       "Mmmnnggggniiiieee!" Tonya finally wailed, but in a distant, soft 
whinny more than a scream.

       Then she fell silent again as fresh spasms wrenched her.  Her 
muscular body clenched, then quivered deeply, her heels digging into the 
mattress, her hips churning as she pushed her pussy into Laura's face.  Then 
another clotted cry escaped from her throat.

       "Anngghhhh!  Ohnnngg!  Ummmmmm!  Oh . . . shit . . . Laura!"

       She was now beginning to regain her senses after the pummeling of 
this ferocious orgasm.  Her body was no longer squirming and writhing.  Her 
breath was harsh and rapid, but it did permit her to speak, and to moan, 
both of which she did immediately.

       "Ohhnnnn!  Oh shit Laura . . . ohhnnnnn!" she moaned as the rapid 
undulations of her beautiful young body began to dissipate.  She stretched 
out, smiling down at Laura as Laura slowly extricated her fingers from 
Tonya's tight, greasy pussy.  "Why didn't you warn me it was going to be 
like that?" she asked softly, almost dreamily.

       "You told me you never come that way," Laura smiled sheepishly.  She 
was aware that her lips were still shiny with Tonya's sweet pussy juice.  
"How did I know you were going to go off like an h-bomb?"

       Tonya smiled.  "Liar.  You knew you could make me come that way.  You 
did that on purpose."  She sat up and reached for Laura, pulling her close, 
mashing their breasts together.  "I'm so glad you did!"

       Laura kissed her, and if Tonya was disturbed by the taste of her own 
cunt nectars on Laura's lips, she did not show it.  For Laura the kiss was 
incendiary.  Oh god, I want to fuck this lovely girl! she thought.  I want 
her to fuck me until I come just as hard as she did.

       And yet she couldn't help remembering how Tonya had said that the 
thought of going down on another girl made her gag.  But she knew from the 
fervor of her kiss, the urgency she was communicating to Tonya through it, 
that Tonya could not mistake her own need for release.

       "Mmmmm . . . mmmmm . . ." Tonya hummed while kissing her, letting her 
hands flitter over Laura's taut flesh.  "Somebody I know is horny," she 
murmured.  "I know this feeling.  I get all tense like this when I'm horny." 
  She embraced Laura and pulled her down on the mattress, rolling on top of 
her.  "I know you want me to make you come too.  Only trouble is, I've never 
done it before.  I mean, guys . . . they just come on their own.  Know what 
I mean?  They stick their thing in your pussy . . . or your mouth . . . and 
a few seconds later they're spurting.  I don't have to do anything."  She 
gave Laura a droll grin, one of her cute, head-tilted grins.  "Just be my 
cute self.  That's enough to make them come."

       "You're telling me," Laura said, deadpan.

       Tonya grew more serious.  "Do you think I could make you come without 
licking you . . . down there?"

       Laura made a face.  "I know.  You said it would make you gag."

       Now Tonya looked sheepish.  "I guess . . . I could try it.  Maybe it 
wouldn't."

       "Just lie on your back like this," Laura said, rolling sideways and 
easing Tonya over so that they reversed positions, Tonya on her back, Laura 
straddling her waist.  Oh god, I can come in an instant by rubbing my pussy 
on this beautiful stomach, she thought.  "You're going to do that same thing 
for me you do for those guys.  Just be your cute self."  She reached down 
playfully and swished Tonya's fetching bangs with her fingers.

       Tonya was like Makeeda, and a few others Laura had known, in that she 
had hard, rippling abdominals even though she did not have to work out to 
get them.  They were a gift of nature, and as Laura began to rub her wet, 
throbbing pussy against them, she realized, a delicious gift to her.  I am 
going to come so quick, she thought, realizing that she was beginning to 
pant and gasp already.

       "What . . . what are you doing?" Tonya asked curiously, looking down 
at Laura's oozing crotch sliding over her stomach muscles.  It even left a 
shiny patch of wetness on the dark, rippled flesh.

       "Unnhhh . . ." Laura groaned, already nearly delirious with sexual 
arousal as she felt the silky hard muscles ripple against the exposed wet 
inner flesh of her pussy.   "I am . . . going to . . . unngghhh!  I'm going 
to come.  Just help me . . . that's it . . . just . . . oh . . . unhhhh . . 
. oh god Tonya you are so beautiful . . . yes . . . just like this . . . 
unhhhh!"

       "Oh Laura, you really are."

       "Yes.  Ungghhh!  Oh!"

       "I can't believe it.  I never . . . realized . . . you could . . ."

       "Unhh!  Unhh!" Laura panted more rapidly, now churning and bucking 
gently and grinding her wet cunt lips down into Tonya's stomach, which was 
now slicker than ever with her, Laura's, copious warm fluids.  "Oh yes.  Oh 
yes!"

       Tonya was speechless.  Her hands rested on Laura's clenching thighs.  
She could not tear her eyes from Laura's contorted face.  She watched.  
Laura concentrated, grinding her crotch down into the beautiful hard flesh 
of Tonya's midriff.

       "Unhh!  Ohnnn!"  And then it was there.  One second it was not there, 
and the next a sharp leap of flame flared up in a hot spurt inside Laura's 
pussy, and suddenly she was wrenched by hot spasms of coming.  
"Auunngghhhh!" she cried out, pitched forward physically by a jolt.  "Oh!  
Aunngghhhhh!"

       Her hands landed on the sheet on both sides of Tonya's head, above 
her shoulders, and, steadying herself there, Laura whinnied and gyrated her 
crotch down into Tonya's body as the sweet, piercing spasms of sexual 
release ripped through her flesh.

       "Ohhhhhnnnn!  Oh . . . ohhnnnnnnn!" she moaned, her gyrations slowly 
moderating as the most intense spasms passed.

       This went on for a full two minutes, until finally Laura's thighs 
unclenched and her movements came to a halt, though her breath was still 
ragged, her eyes blurred by the aftermath of a delicious, gripping climax.  
Tonya stared up at her in wonder.

       "I never knew you could come that way," she said, her voice soft and 
awestruck.  "I mean, anybody.  I never knew anybody could come that way.  It 
makes sense, of course.  You were pretty horny.  And you just needed some . 
. . rubbing, I guess."  She looked down at the shiny wetness Laura's pussy 
had spread over her stomach muscles.  Her face broke into a broad grin.  "I 
guess my tummy is even sexier than I thought, right?"

       Laura had regained her breath by now.  "Right," she laughed softly, a 
little hoarsely, still feeling a bit groggy from the mild aftershocks.  "It 
certainly did the job for me."  She climbed slowly off Tonya's body.  "Maybe 
we should get a towel."

       Tonya nodded, sitting up.  "Aren't you even going to kiss me, after I 
made you come like that?"

       "Of course I am, my darling."  Laura embraced her and kissed her 
warmly, thrilling to the feeling of Tonya's firm naked breasts pressing 
against hers.

       "You're still going to fuck me with the strap-on, aren't you?" Tonya 
asked, artlessly, but so charming and faux innocent that Laura could barely 
restrain herself from grabbing the thing and doing it immediately.

       "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she breathed into the girl's 
delicious, sweaty, dark golden neck.  "Go get a towel."

       "I will," Tonya said, jumping off the bed.  "It felt good at first, 
but now it's feeling a little clammy."  She looked down at her magnificent 
stomach, still shiny with Laura's juices.

       She returned from her mother's bathroom with a huge bath towel.  She 
let Laura wipe away the wetness, and then watched while Laura tenderly and 
lovingly kissed the hard muscles that had just taken her pussy to heaven.

       "You know," Tonya said lazily, bemusedly, "I was telling the truth.  
No one ever, I don't know, touched my body . . . or worshipped it . . . the 
way you do."

       "I guess you should hang out more with the girls," Laura winked at 
her.  "Whoever thought that men could appreciate the true beauty of your 
body was crazy."

       They kissed and nuzzled and cuddled for a while.  Laura spent more 
time fluffing Tonya's bangs with her fingertips, and kissing the smooth, 
gleaming forehead they usually concealed.  Since they were such a turn on 
for her, she felt she could hardly waste the opportunity.

       "Why do you like them so much?" Tonya asked, her eyes wide with 
curiosity.

       "Heaven only knows, darling," Laura purred.  "They make my pussy 
throb."

       "Really?"

       "Really.  I would sometimes look at you at work, when you didn't know 
I was watching, and focus on your bangs and feel my little clittie tingle."

       "You're joking," Tonya scoffed.

       "Not a bit.  I wanted you from the moment I saw you.  I just thought 
you might not be an easy nut to crack.  You looked so . . . ‘hetero,' if you 
know what I mean."

       "I am hetero," Tonya said firmly, with her fetching little head tilt, 
followed by her sassy stuck out tongue.  "And you better not forget it.  I'm 
just doing this with you, just you.  Nobody else.  The thought of doing it 
with another girl still--"

       "Makes you gag.  I know," Laura interjected, dryly, with a raised 
eyebrow.  "Well, I guess I'm lucky, then.  I'm the only female who will ever 
be able to taste the joys of this sweet young body."

       Tonya softened.  "Right now, if you want to know the truth, I don't 
want anybody else but you.  Any guy.  Any girl.  Just you.  I don't even 
want to think about anybody else.  I just want you to do me with that 
thing."  She pointed down to the Safeway bag at the end of the bed.

       Laura embraced her and kissed her bare, gleaming, golden shoulders.  
"Mmmm, are you ready?"

       "I am so ready.  I told you I'm hetero.  I really like to be fucked."

       "Even by a girl?"

       Tonya stroked Laura's cheek, then her neck, then ran her fingertips 
over Laura's lips.  "Especially by a girl . . . if it's you," she murmured, 
her eyes suddenly throbbing with sex.

       Laura smiled lazily, knowing that for the present she had this 
delicious girl in her power.  She wanted to comply with this sexually 
electrifying request, and yet she was in no hurry to get there.  "I hope 
you'll let me enjoy these again for a few minutes first," she murmured, 
holding Tonya's very firm naked breasts in both hands and dropping her mouth 
to them.  "You have marvelous breasts, my darling.  I love your thick candy 
nipples."

       Tonya watched Laura's lips on them.  "I love the way you . . . play 
with them.  The way you suck them.  Unhhhhh!  You do it hard!"

       "Sometimes hard . . . sometimes gently . . . like this," Laura purred 
softly to her, now giving her the full ‘breast adoration' treatment, which 
meant cradling the exquisite firm globes in each hand and administering a 
thorough, patient, sometimes passionate and sometimes tender sucking of each 
swelling caramel nipple until it was pointing and stiff and rubbery with 
arousal, wet and shiny with her warm spittle.

       After a few minutes of this, Tonya was twisting and whimpering softly 
again.  "Ohhnnnnn . . . I think we better get on with it.  I'm getting so 
wet for you."

       Laura let one hand slide down the girl's beautiful hard body to her 
crotch, testing the waters, finding that Tonya was telling the truth.  Her 
sweet pussy was all warm and soupy and blossoming, ready for an invasion.  
She loved it so much that she was almost irresistibly tempted to press her 
own sopping wet furrow into it and trib the darling girl to heaven, but she 
knew, as Tonya had insisted repeatedly, that Tonya wanted ‘to be fucked,' 
and would brook no alternatives.

       Quickly Laura disengaged herself and slid off the bed to fasten the 
strap-on in place.  Tonya watched intently.  "God, look at those ridges," 
she exclaimed softly.  "I'll bet it feels different than a real cock."

       Now Laura was ready and climbed back onto the bed.  "You want to find 
out?" she grinned, holding the dildo with the fingers of one hand to keep it 
steady.

       Tonya did not speak but rolled onto her back and spread her thighs.  
The ripples and cambers of her hard stomach nearly made Laura swoon with 
surging lust all over again, and the red-gold glinting of her hair falling 
around her neck and shoulders only supercharged the effect.  This is the 
view those lucky boys get just before they plow her pretty little trench, 
Laura realized, looking down at Tonya's magnificent naked body lying there 
to receive the hard, jutting projectile that protruded from her groin.  She 
smiled and caressed the hard yet silky flesh of Tonya's marvelous midriff 
with the fingers of her free hand.

       They were both panting so heavily that the sound filled Tonya's 
mother's small bedroom, but neither one said a word as Laura knee-walked 
herself between Tonya's spread thighs and carefully guided the head of the 
strap-on dildo into the inflamed, squinchy groove of Tonya's splayed pussy, 
into the runny hot-pink wetness.  She held the base of it with her fingers 
and slowly pushed until it slid in deep.

       "Unnhhhhh!" Tonya gasped softly, her eyes going briefly glassy and 
rolling up as the sensations of being penetrated by it overcame her.  "Oh 
god yes . . . all the way . . . unhhhh!  Oh shit!"

       Laura did slide it slowly all the way in, then waited, hovering, 
watching as Tonya absorbed the full range of sensations that came from being 
completely crammed by it for the first time.

       "Oh god . . . it's so deep!  So long!" Tonya gasped, her eyelids 
fluttering almost spastically, her mouth contorted in a mixed expression of 
deep pleasure and unfamiliar pain.  "It's . . . god, it's longer than any 
guy's cock I ever had.  It goes in so deep!"

       Laura, who had been fucked by this very strap-on herself countless 
times, knew it was not longer than many long cocks, but she held her tongue. 
  Any girl who had been fucked at a party by five or six guys at the same 
time, in sequence, and probably black guys at that, had to have had the 
experience of some fairly large pricks plunging into this sweet, tight honey 
doughnut of hers.  Maybe it was the ridges, or even the hard plastic 
rigidity of the thing, that had given her this impression.  At any rate, 
Laura held still for the longest time, caressing Tonya's smooth golden cheek 
with her fingertips, and murmuring to her, until Tonya was ready to go on.

       "Mmmmm, yes, it goes in deep," she murmured softly, now kissing her 
face, her lips.  "Deep and deep and . . . deeper . . . to fuck you to 
heaven, my angel."

       "Ahhnnnnnn!" Tonya half-groaned, her head tossing to and fro, her 
back arching, though Laura was not thrusting hard, really not thrusting at 
all, merely sliding the long ridged prong slowly in and out of her tight, 
clinging pussy.

       "Oh . . . you like it . . . don't you . . ." Laura cooed softly to 
her, kissing her ear, her forehead, brushing the fatal bangs aside to reach 
the smooth dark skin with her lips.

       Fucking her slowly and patiently this way gave her the opportunity to 
brush her own naked upper body lightly against Tonya's and to savor each 
place the girl's smooth, warm skin touched her own, to feel the swelling 
mounds of Tonya's firm, almost hard, young breasts, to feel the rivets of 
Tonya's thick, hard nipples slide against her own breasts and her ribcage 
when she came up a little, pushing the dildo deeper into Tonya's pussy, 
which was now apparently adjusting to the full length of the strap-on.

       "Unhhhh!" Tonya gasped.  "Oh!  Unhhh!"

       And Laura found herself truly appreciating how Tonya really did, as 
she had said over and over, like to be fucked.  Those lucky guys, she again 
thought, as she gazed down at the girl's lovely face all furrowed and torn 
by sublime sexual pleasure as Tonya undulated, amazingly alluring and 
desirable, under Laura's increasingly vigorous thrusting.  Loving to be 
fucked was perhaps an understatement, as Tonya seemed really to get into 
this, and now began to grunt softly and gyrate her pelvis, as if to tempt 
Laura to plunge the dildo faster and harder into her, even though at first 
she had been a little shocked or pained by it.

       "Ohhhnnnggggg!  Ohnnnnnn . . . so goooooood . . . so gooooood . . ." 
she moaned to Laura.  "Do it faster . . . unghh!  Yes, like that!  Faster!"  
Her eyelids fluttered open, and her dark, glistening eyes caught Laura's 
with a sharp insistence.  "You can do it hard!  Yes!  Do it harder!  Yes!  
Unghh!  Anngghhh!"

       Laura did pick up the pace a little, though she was so hypnotized by 
the slow, sensual rhythm of their fucking that she hardly wanted to alter it 
even a notch.  She realized that Tonya had slipped one arm between their 
bodies, reaching down with one hand to her crotch and rubbing her clit as 
they fucked, a gesture Laura was familiar with in others from time to time, 
a way certain girls had of getting themselves off faster, or more certainly. 
  With Laura herself it was never necessary, but she thoroughly believed in 
helping yourself get there in whatever way you liked, and she realized Tonya 
would be getting there more quickly now.

       They were panting and pumping more violently than ever now, their 
bodies colliding, their hot flesh rubbing urgently, and their muscles 
clenching.

       "Ohhhnnmmmgggg!" Tonya cried out, and her body gave a little 
jackknife under Laura, though Laura knew it was not her fully fledged orgasm 
yet, just a little happy spasm preceding it.  "Ungghhhh!"

       But it couldn't be far off.  They were, she knew, both getting really 
carried away, really consumed by the raging sexual heat they had generated.  
Their bodies plunged and collided, and their whimpering grew quickly into 
keening and loud moaning.  Tonya was frantically rubbing her own clit while 
her hips gyrated up into Laura's sharp thrusts, while Laura was holding the 
base of the dildo with the fingers of one hand to make sure it didn't slip, 
grunting softly each time she buried it in the girl's lovely tight cunt.

       Finally, when she knew Tonya couldn't hold out much longer, that she 
was going to come in only seconds, Laura almost scooped her body up with her 
free arm, looping it around Tonya's neck and embracing her, crushing her own 
body into Tonya's beautiful writhing flesh, and fucking her with sharp, 
quick rabbit jabs, bringing her to the pinnacle.  At the same time she 
devoured the girl's sweaty neck and shoulders and ear and cheek and gasping 
mouth, sucking her flesh and lips, piercing her pussy with the strap-on, 
feeling Tonya's body leap and spasm violently this time as the first jolt 
struck her.

       In contrast to the first time she had come, this time a loud shriek 
was almost ripped from Tonya's lungs as the first supernova of coming 
wrenched her body.

       "Anngghhmmnnggiiieee!" she cried out, her breath instantly cut off as 
huge, wracking spasms gripped her lovely flesh.  "Ungggh!  Ungghh!"

       Laura immediately eased up and held her quivering body as wave after 
wave of orgasmic shock shattered her.  The strength of Tonya's climax 
surprised even her, since she knew how hard the girl had come the first time 
and was always skeptical that anyone could equal that.  It may have been 
just as excruciating, but it certainly lasted longer.  She didn't know how 
much time passed, but it seemed ten minutes or so before Tonya's breathing 
began to return to normal, and her body stopped shuddering.

       "Oh god, don't move . . ." Tonya gasped, pathetically, reminding 
Laura of how Carmela had similarly implored her only days ago, wanting to 
savor each waning sensation of an impossibly beautiful climax before 
terminating it.

       "I will never move, my darling," Laura whispered to her, kissing her 
now-damp bangs, the wonderful bangs that had made her so irresistible to 
Laura in the first place.

       Tonya was so blasted by her huge orgasm that she apparently didn't 
even realize Laura was kissing her like this for the longest time.  Then her 
eyelids fluttered open, and she gave Laura one of her patented ingénue 
smiles.  "I think you made me come twice," she confessed.  "No," she shook 
her head as Laura pulled herself up slightly, preparing to separate their 
two sweaty bodies, "I don't mean the one before and then this one.  I mean, 
this one was really two."  She grimaced slightly as Laura pulled the 
strap-on dildo out of her body.  "God, I never came so hard, ever."

       Laura smiled indulgently.  "I'm so glad."

       Tonya stretched out languidly like a cat, letting Laura take in the 
full thrilling length of her magnificent young dark-golden body as Laura 
extricated herself from the strap-on harness.  Tonya might have climaxed 
fiercely only moments ago, but Laura had not, and the joy of fucking Tonya 
and watching her come like this, in fact holding her tight and kissing her 
while she came like this, coupled with this view of her stretching naked 
body, was enough to refresh Laura's lust quickly and urgently.  She set the 
wet dildo and straps aside and climbed back onto the bed to embrace her.

       "Come here, my darling, and kiss me hard.  I think I will come if you 
only touch me with this fantastic body."

       But Tonya, now recovered from her wrenching orgasm, wanted to play 
coy and tease Laura.  She played at pushing Laura away with both hands, but 
not seriously.  "Don't touch me, you horny girl," she laughed, sticking out 
her tongue sassily again in the way that pinched Laura's heart.  "You only 
want to take your pleasure.  You're as bad as a man, wanting my pretty black 
pussy."

       Laura growled back at her playfully too.  "Grrrrrr!  You're right, I 
want your pussy.  I want your whole body."

       She pounced.  They tussled, and Laura rolled Tonya onto her back.  
She kissed her ravenously, driving her tongue deep into Tonya's mouth, her 
hands sliding down to the girl's fine round ass and squeezing it 
passionately.  They were loving and laughing at the same time so hard that 
in a few seconds neither one of them could breathe and they had to stop.  
They pulled slightly apart.  Tears of laughter streamed down Tonya's cheeks.

       "I never met anybody like you," she laughed.  She put up her hand 
with the spread fingers in front of her face, the same hand she had used 
when telling Laura that the guys had not put their cocks in her ‘rectum,' 
another one of her fetching gestures.  "Anybody.  You are so much fun.  
Nobody ever made me come that way and laugh so hard afterward."

       She gasped as if trying to regain her breath from laughing.  Laura 
was laughing too, but there was a hard sexual edge to her mirth because she 
still craved Tonya's wonderful body in the worst way.

       "Hold on . . ." she laughed softly, pulling Tonya's body against her, 
stretching out lengthwise with her.  "Hold on for a few minutes, okay?  
Let's calm down.  I want you, but I want to just lie here for a few minutes 
and cuddle and kiss, okay?  You're a lot of fun too, you know."  She swept 
the bangs away from Tonya's dark brown forehead and kissed it lovingly.  
"And you're beautiful when you're coming."

       Tonya turned soft and pliant, kissing Laura slowly and tenderly, a 
side of her nature that Laura had not seen yet.  "You know," she finally 
said to Laura, solemnly.  "I think I might be able to get over . . . you 
know, that part I . . . when I said I might . . . you know, gag?  I think I 
might be able to do it without gagging now."

       "Oh?" Laura smiled.

       Tonya nodded.  "Something about you, I guess.  Something makes me 
just . . . want to do it.  And I know I won't.  Gag, I mean."

       Laura merely smiled and kissed her deeply and gave her a long hug.  
"I'm sure you won't," she purred.






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