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At eight o'clock that night, Sara had still not called. Laura was crazy with anxiety. Well... just calm yourself, she thought. Let's see, six-forty. That's when Dee Dee said she was meeting her plane. An hour to get off, get her luggage, et cetera. Probably an hour or more to get home from the airport. She's tired. Maybe hungry. That's eight-forty. Nine o'clock. She couldn't call before then. What am I worried about?

Laura knew exactly what she was worried about. In order not to dwell on it, she cleaned her condo from stem to stern, changed the sheets and other linen throughout, spraying for lingering odors, scrubbing the guest bathroom, where Dee Dee had been smoking-snorting-inhaling-injecting god knows what. At nine-fifteen Sara had still not called. Laura sat in a chair by the window, looking out at the fog swirling through the tall eucalyptus trees in the grove on the hill above her condo development.

What would I do if I were her? she wondered. What if I found out about Dee Dee fucking my... my love? Or worse, my love fucking Dee Dee... and enjoying every second of it. Fucking her alone, fucking her with someone else. Having orgasms in her arms, making her have them, even when it was almost impossible, when she was so stupefied by drugs that she could barely wake up long enough to climax.

I'd kill her, she thought. No, I wouldn't. I could never do that. I would... just turn away. I'd be so sad. I wouldn't talk to her again. Ever.

Laura turned weepy and cried softly in the dark for a while. Sara still had not called by midnight. These were the most agonizing hours Laura had ever spent. She could not sleep, but she was so tired that by two or three a.m. she fell into a stupor in spite of her emotional pain and distress.

As she was dressing glumly for work in the morning, the phone rang. It was seven-thirty. Oh god, let it be her! Even if she's... in a purple fury. Laura dashed to the phone, almost stumbling and breaking her neck on the way.

"Laura?" Sara's voice was bright and upbeat. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't call last night. I was so damn tired."

"Oh god, it's you!" Laura gasped. "Oh god, Sara, it's so good to hear your voice."

"You don't mind? You're not mad at me?"

Laura couldn't suppress a wry grin, since there was no one to see it. Mad at you? Silly girl. I thought you'd be ready to toss me to the vultures.

"Of course I'm not. I'm dying to see you."

"Got to go to work," Sara giggled. "Someone's got to pay the rent here. Maybe we can... you know, 'get together, ' if you know what I mean, this evening."

"I don't think I can stand it. The wait, I mean."

"Does that mean you're inviting me over?"

"God, yes! Does that mean you'll come?"

Sara chuckled sexily at the other end of the line. "There you go, making zee leetle joke, no? Of course I will. You know how to make that happen."

"Oh Sara, god I've missed you. I love you."

Sara lowered her voice, as if she didn't want to be overheard. This clearly meant to Laura that Dee Dee was still there, in her apartment. Laura could feel her stomach recoil at the thought, and the danger that still existed, that would always exist now.

"I love you too, Laura," Sara whispered into the phone. "And I'm gonna show you how much. You know, it's Friday. Can I stay over tonight?"

"Oh, yes! And the night after, and the night after too!" Laura exclaimed happily. "Please stay over!"

"Control yourself, girl. You acting like a lovesick dodo."

"I am."

Again Sara lowered her voice. "Got a confession to make. Me too. Okay, then. See you at about six-thirty?"

"I'm dying already of the wait."

More than you know,
More than you know,
Girl of my heart,
I love you so...

Laura hummed happily as she continued to get ready for work, and all the morning through, too.

Lately I find,
You're on my mind,
More than you know.

I love her, she thought dreamily. I love her. I never loved anyone this way. I can't live without her.

She had to stop, though, when Shontay came into her office, sharp and bristling, her whole manner jagged and peremptory, as it had always been in the days before their affair. Shontay had reverted in more ways than one. She was again wearing one of her drab, baggy brown business suits that hung on her bony frame like ill-arranged drapery. Her hair was pulled back around her head in the most severe hairstyle Laura had ever seen her wear, as if she were primed for battle. Even the pony tail, which Laura had long ago surmised was actually a fall, was missing.

They had spent several nights together since the night of their furious fighting and fucking in Shontay's parents' apartment, but since Laura had moved-and also since she had become completely infatuated with Sara-they had not shared a bed. Laura, though she now had a shitload of trouble with Dee Dee, almost regretted it. Just the presence of Shontay in her office sent electricity through her body. She had worked hard to touch Shontay in the past, with remarkable, and sexually stirring, success. It was hard to turn your back on that.

Moreover, even in this sharp, angular, threatening, semi-hostile mode, Shontay was wildly attractive to Laura. Under that baggy business suit was a long, supple, lean, sinuous, light-molasses-colored body to die for, with gorgeous little teacup breasts that you could barely even guess were there under that flat, straight suit jacket, mouthwatering caramel nipples, and a long, dark-lipped pussy that could keep you yearning for weeks. Laura had raped her, once out of pure lust, once out of anger, and Shontay had confessed to being thrilled by it since no one had ever wanted her enough to do that before. Laura couldn't imagine why.

"Is there a reason you've been avoiding me?" Shontay snapped, but in a soft tone of voice, in order not to be overheard.

Laura was instantly on alert since in the office Shontay was enormously discreet and would never do the slightest thing to call attention to their affair. Laura, for her part, felt immediately, devastatingly guilty. How could she deny that she had been avoiding her?

"I've... just been busy, that's all. With moving, you know. What a hassle."

"I don't believe you."

Laura tried to act unconcerned. "That's your choice."

"I can't believe you, Laura. You're so cold." Shontay grinned spitefully. "That's supposed to be my tactic."

"I am not being cold." God, I'd fuck you right now, if I could, Laura thought. I forgot the effect you have on me.

Shontay seemed not to know what else to say and merely paced around the small office, invisibly steaming. "You haven't even invited me to your new place," she finally pouted, but with a steel-honed edge of accusation in her voice.

"I'm sorry. It's such a mess. It's unbelievable how hard it is to get everything squared away when you move like this."

"What a crock," Shontay said, under her breath, turning for the door. "Bye."

"Wait!" Laura said. She came out from behind her small desk. Everything in her office, and the office itself, was small, not large like Shontay's, who was an executive director. "Wait, Shontay." Laura took her hand, closing the door slightly in case anyone should be passing by outside.

Shontay jerked her hand away, eyes burning. "Don't touch me. Especially not here."

"Sorry." Laura was contrite. "Look, when can you come over."

"Tonight?"

Laura shook her head. "Not tonight."

"Got a date?" Shontay sneered, then suddenly yanked the door open and left abruptly.

This was certainly enough to ruin anyone's day, Laura reflected, standing rejected and sexually aroused in the doorway of her office. Worse, Rhonda asked her to lunch, then quizzed her about Deshona. Things being now much friendlier between them, Rhonda was chummy and even mildly seductive.

"You know, now that you moved, you only live about two minutes from my house," she said, her eyes suddenly growing veiled and sexual, even though they were sitting in a burrito palace. "St. Francis Wood. You remember. Just over the hill. You could drop by for a visit now and then."

Laura smiled, genuinely touched to realize how far they had come. At one time they would have been throwing the burritos at one another instead of coyly alluding to a possible night of heavenly fucking.

"I'll be sure to call first," she teased.

"I'm not kidding."

"I know you're not. I will... drop by."

Rhonda then asked her a question without looking her in the eye, a very strange occurrence, which had never happened to Laura before. Rhonda was a strong, executive sort of woman, curt, even brusque and sometimes mean, and definitely no shrinking flower.

"Did you ever, you know... make a pass at that Deshona Reed? You know, the one who runs that Decision Resources company that did those two consulting projects for us?"

"You mean that gorgeous petite black woman? Small bones, big... you know?"

Laura cupped both hands out in front of her chest.

Rhonda nodded. "She's a fucking ice cube, too, if you remember."

"Why Rhonda, I think you asked me that question once before. I told you, it was all business with me.

Rhonda did not know whether to believe her. "She's just your type."

"You're projecting," Laura scoffed. "Why, did you want to... get a closer sniff of her perfume?"

"God, it's heavenly, isn't it? I wonder what it is."

Laura acted very distant. "I haven't seen her for over a month," she lied. "I can only vaguely remember it."

Inside, she realized she was beginning to boil and tried to control it. This was clearly the reason Deshona had seemed so guilty when she had run into Laura the day before. Rhonda had been flirting with her. She had been enjoying it.

"Well," she added to Rhonda, "I can only say that she is an icicle for sure. I never met anybody so cold. Great package, but there's a heart of stone inside, you take my word. I wouldn't mess with her, if I were you."

Rhonda mused aloud. "I know," she said, wistfully. "She reminds me a little, not in looks of course, of that girl Shontay Gibson we hired. God, a total deep freeze. What a crabby, stuck-up bitch she is. Great at her job, though. All her people are scared shitless of her. I guess that's not good management practice, but she sure is getting results. A little too skinny for my tastes, but she's just as frigid as your friend Reed."

Laura let that pass, not wanting to protest too much. She might appear defensive. It was almost beginning to appear that Rhonda had made passes at them both, which she would not appreciate Laura pointing out.

"Best not to fool around at work," Laura said, a smarmy platitude if ever there was one, though she delivered it with aplomb and gentle humor.

"I guess you're right," Rhonda sighed.

These visits at least helped distract Laura from both her fluttery excitement and her deep anxiety over seeing Sara, finally, after work. Because Sara's voice had been so upbeat on the phone, and Sara her typical ebullient, wisecracking self, Laura doubted that she had to feel so anxious, but she did anyway. You never could tell what might happen during the course of the day, and Dee Dee was about the most devious person Laura had met in a long time. Could Laura really trust her not to tell?

Too nervous to trust herself to cook, Laura picked up a gourmet salad for them at a special deli she knew about on the way home, and a loaf of freshly-baked bread. Sara arrived at six-thirty with a suitcase.

"Look at this," she grinned before Laura could even get her inside the door. "First I unpacked it last night, then I had to pack it up again when I got home from work. I'm a traveling fool."

Laura pulled her inside, almost violently, taking the suitcase from her and setting it down by the door. "What you are is a sight for sore eyes," she said.

She closed and locked the door, then pushed Sara back into it and kissed her ravenously, squeezing her firm flesh through her clothes.

"You lost weight," Laura panted, kissing her neck, her ear, nibbling the earlobe, breathing hotly into it, raising her hands to Sara's breasts.

Sara swatted her hands away playfully. "You sex fiend. Let me go. You're gonna make me think you only want me for my body."

Laura eased up. She gave Sara another long, lingering, very emotional kiss on her fantastic mouth, and Sara responded in kind. This time they did not grope one another but focused all their passion on their tongues and their lips, ingeniously exploring each other's mouth, until it seemed they had never kissed so long. Even this kiss had to end, but neither of them wanted it to end.

Sara's eyes were shining and luminous as Laura finally pulled her head back. "I sure missed you," she whispered to Laura.

Without replying, Laura took her hand and pulled her down the hall toward the bedroom. She closed the door behind them, and pulled Sara close again, but Sara wriggled free, giggling, and opened the door again.

"No no no no," she waggled her finger at Laura, unable to keep a straight face. She shook her head. "It's not going to be like this. We're not going to spoil it. Now, I thought about this moment all the time while I was in Mississippi." She gave Laura a droll smile. "Can you believe that? Lying in bed in the dark, my Daddy's stone cold dead in the mortuary, everybody wailing and grieving, and I'm thinking of when you stayed that night, the first time, in my apartment, and we wore my pajamas, you know, the oversized ones, and you were taking them off me."

Laura acted scandalized. "You make it sound like I seduced you or something," she pouted.

"You did," Sara teased her. "You sure did. I never gave you the least cause. You just wanted my body then, just like you do now, you horny old lady. God I missed you, Laura."

Now that Laura was standing a few steps back from her and not trying to love-maul her hungrily, she could see that Sara had indeed lost a little weight. "You're skinny."

"Hardly," Sara smiled. She pirouetted ostentatiously, tapping her butt with the fingers of one hand. "You like my new look? I did drop a few pounds, especially in the big booty. I couldn't believe that either. You know, neighbors coming by with food. Girl, there was so much food we could've fed half of Jackson with it. And I couldn't eat. I would just... I don't know, think about you and me... think about what we would do when I got back..."

"But you won't let me do it," Laura pouted, though grinning, unable to contain her joy at simply being in the same room with Sara.

Now Sara, still smiling luminously, took a step toward Laura. She put one finger on Laura's lips. "I brought the tents."

"The what?"

"You know, silly. The extra-large pajamas. I want to do it again. It was all I could think of. Our first time."

"But it's only six-thirty. We can't really go to bed yet."

"Sez who?" Laura was unable to answer that. "I'll go get my suitcase."

"I'll help. I love looking at your ass when you walk in front of me."

"Oooohhh, I can tell it's gonna be another night to remember," Sara laughed as she went down hall, back to the front door, with Laura following her.

She got her suitcase and returned with it to the bedroom, Laura still following, admiring the swaying curve of her delicious rump, so different from her sister Dee Dee's high, hard masterpiece of an ass, and yet so infinitely desirable to Laura. Biting down on her thoughts, Laura castigated herself for even allowing the thought of Dee Dee to enter her mind in any form whatsoever.

Sara opened the suitcase on the bed and took out the folded pajamas. "Why don't you wear the stripes this time?" she grinned. "Now that I'm so skinny I don't need them any more."

Laura took them and started to lift her sweatshirt over her head, but Sara stopped her, pulling it back down, shaking her head.

"No... just like the first time, I said. I'll go down the hall to the other bathroom and change. You change in here. No peeking."

Her dark eyes were dancing with delight and mischief and sexual anticipation, and Laura could hardly contain her own joy. "No peeking," she said, nodding. "I promise."

"You better," Sara flirted as she slid out the door again and down the hall.

Oh god, my hands are shaking, I'm so excited, Laura realized as she quickly shed her clothes and pulled on the huge pants and top of the oversized pajamas. She nearly disappeared into them, feeling clownish and bizarre-as she also had felt when wearing them for the first time-but also sensual and tingly as the very fabric seemed to bring back memories of her first night with Sara. The pajamas were freshly laundered and had a clean, aseptic smell, but nothing could prevent her from recalling that they were the ones Sara had worn that night, the pajamas that Laura had slowly and lovingly removed from her naked body for the first time.

Fortunately, daylight savings time had not yet gone into effect, and since it was nearly seven, the dusk was gathering outside. To aid the mood even further, Laura shut the drapes in the bedroom and lit the candle she usually kept on her vanity table. She could feel the warm wetness in her crotch as she waited for Sara to reappear. We're going to kill each other with fucking this weekend, she realized.

Not knowing what to do to control her elation and excitement, she sat on the edge of the bed until Sara returned. It did not take long. She came back in under a minute, carrying her clothes in a pile in her hands, looking every bit as ridiculous and wildly fetching in her baggy pajamas as Laura remembered her looking the first time.

"I have to hand it to you, Sara," Laura confessed as Sara carefully put her clothes down on a chair across the room. "I never could have thought these huge, clownish pjs could be sexier than a lace teddy... but they sure are."

Sara grinned, walking toward Laura, her breasts swaying under the flannel. "I know. They work, don't they. Something about the contrast, I guess." She paused in her approach and made a crosseyed curtsey. "I look like a clown, but I'm all nakey under my clothes."

Laura broke out in laughter and held out her arms, beckoning her forward. "Oh god, I missed you."

They stretched out on the bed in their pajamas without pulling down the spread and embraced, kissing tenderly, slowly.

"Mmmm, this is what I dreamed of," Sara sighed, her eyelids fluttering as Laura gently sucked her sensual lips and slid her tongue into every secret crevice of her mouth. "Being loved by Laura."

Laura's lips slid down her cheek to her neck, then up to her ear. "Are you really nakey under your clothes?"

"Maybe you'd like to find out," Sara whispered, now dropping her own lips to Laura's neck. "Maybe I'd like to find out if you are."

"Did you know I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you?" Laura murmured, rubbing her lips sensually against Sara's marvelous dark brown throat, inhaling the marvelous smell of her body, a delicious, wholly unique, and sweet odor she now realized she had longed for.

"If you're telling the truth, I'm glad," Sara whispered, brushing Laura's hair away from her face so that she could kiss it more thoroughly. "But I'm not disappointed if you loved others before. I've got you now."

Laura felt a deep, soul-stirring quiver rumble through her body. "I think I could come just from looking into your eyes."

Sara giggled softly. "I hope not. I was counting on a little more fun first."

Laura got a hand under Sara's pajama shirt, running it up along her smooth warm back. Meanwhile, Sara was unbuttoning the front of Laura's pajama top, kissing Laura's throat and collarbones. Not content to let her hand explore only Sara's back, Laura now slipped it under the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and plunged it down, squeezing one large, firm ass cheek. Sara's thick, marvelously sensual lips moved lower on Laura's body, and she unbuttoned the large buttons one by one.

Laura knew they were both dying to feel each other's naked flesh rubbing together, but this slow, agonizingly patient undressing and kissing was something they each savored, prolonging it, exploring each other's body with skill and tenderness, until they were both panting softly and squirming more. Laura's shirt was half-unbuttoned, and Sara's lips were moving around the upper slopes of her small breasts, approaching her nipples, teasing her with the anticipation that she would finally suck them, then moving away again, down under Laura's breasts, sliding her tongue up into the secret crease where each firm globe met Laura's body.

Oh god, she's even better than I am! Laura thought, panting harder, now writhing a little, squeezing Sara's ass harder under her pajama pants.

"Oh god, honey... it feels so good!" she murmured, caressing Sara's face with her fingers.

She finally had to withdraw her hand from Sara's pajama bottoms and pull it back up so that she could unfasten Sara's shirt buttons too. She got two of them open, but Sara would not let her go any farther. Now she kissed her way up to Laura's throbbing, excited nipples again and took one into her mouth. The intensity of the sensation as her nipple disappeared into Sara's sensual, warm, wet mouth nearly made Laura faint.

What kept her from fainting were Sara's eyes. For the next several minutes, she sucked both of Laura's nipples slowly, with soft, creative sensuality, and her dark brown eyes, full of love and adoration and simmering passion, never left Laura's. Occasionally, she would stop sucking and lick Laura's skin, and flick the protruding centers of Laura's wet nipples with the tip of her tongue, grinning when Laura's eyes rolled up in her head.

"Mmmm, you like that," she breathed, licking her wet lips and then sucking Laura's nipples even more insistently, until Laura realized that her own hips were beginning to squirm almost unconsciously.

"Ohhhhh... not yet... not yet!" Laura whimpered frantically. "Don't make me come yet. I want it to last... I want it to go on forever!"

Sara giggled softly. "You aren't going to come yet, you pretty thing. I'm only sucking your nipples."

"I know," Laura smiled at her, "but it feels like I might come anyway. I told you."

Holding Laura's breasts in both hands, still licking her wet, erect, throbbing nipples with her tongue, Sara laughed throatily. "That would be something. You must really be hot, girl. Have you been lying around here just waiting for me to return with my magic mouth?"

Even through the fever of her sexual arousal, Laura knew enough not to try answering that one, and she groped for Sara, unbuttoning two more buttons of Sara's pajama top, freeing Sara's magnificent naked breasts finally, and filling her own hands with them.

"You have the most beautiful boobs of all time," she gasped, sitting halfway up.

Sara just grinned. She looked down at her own breasts jutting out from her half-open pajama top, then grinned and shimmied them a little by swiveling her shoulders. She only had to lean forward a few inches to let her large, soft, puffy black nipples brush Laura's tight, saliva-wet, pointing buds. Both of them held their breath as their naked breasts did this slow, phenomenally arousing dance together, brushing, skimming, touching, swaying away, then brushing again, their nipples caressing.

Sara smiled, then lifted her breasts in her hands, offering them to Laura. "Your turn."

"I've been dying for this moment," Laura whispered, lowering her lips to them.

"You won't believe what I did in Jackson," Sara murmured back.

Laura paused in mid-descent.

Sara lowered her voice, as if she were telling unmentionable secrets. "Everybody was away at the mortuary, and I was alone in my aunt's house, taking a bath. I just lay there in the warm water and dreamed of you. You were... you know, doing it all to me, and I was just... I don't know, aching, dying for it, dying for you. I did this..."

She lifted one of her breasts, now with both hands, drawing her large nipple up to her lips. Then she extended her tongue and ran it all over her soft, gleaming areola until it was shiny with her warm spittle. Laura could feel her whole body throbbing as she watched. Now, pulling up just a little harder with her hands to bring her large nipple even closer to her mouth, Sara parted her lips and sucked it inside.

While Laura watched, fascinated and pulsing with sex hunger, Sara slowly sucked her own nipple, moving her lips around it, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled on it. Her eyes, formerly on her own breast, now drifted up to catch Laura's, her eyelids veiled and heavy, her dark brown eyes swirling and smoking. After sucking her nipple for a few seconds, she released it, but still held it only a inch from her lips.

"I pretended you were sucking it," she breathed, her eyes never leaving Laura's. "It... got me so hot that I came a few minutes later." She squint-smiled with faux bashfulness at Laura. "With a little help from the quartet, of course. Am I bad or what?" she winked. "Good thing there was nobody home. I was screaming 'Laura... Laura!' I'm surprised you didn't hear me all the way back here in California."

"The quartet?" Laura asked.

Sara held up the four fingers of her right hand, all bunched together. She made a small swirling motion with them, smiling guiltily.

All Laura's physical hunger for Sara seemed suddenly to be concentrated in this one moment. She actually had to restrain herself from dragging Sara down on the mattress and raping her violently. With love, of course, she thought, fighting it off. But, god, I want to just inhale and devour her.

"I'm here now," she whispered to Sara, her eyes smoldering with the heat she felt radiating through her body. "I love you, and I'll never let you go."

Sara blinked. She was clearly moved by Laura's honesty. Solemnly and slowly, she let go of her breast with both hands, which were replaced in one fluid movement by Laura's.

"Why don't we get out of these things?" Laura suggested softly. "I think they've served their purpose."

"I think you just want to fuck me, lady," Sara grinned.

"You think right."

Slowly and methodically, they each removed their pajama tops, then the bottoms. They briefly rolled off the bed and pulled down the spread and the top sheet, then hopped back on, into each other's arms, kissing romantically.

"Ain't love grand?" Sara whispered into Laura's ear before following her words with her tongue.

Laura's hand was already groping in Sara's crotch, feeling the warm slippery wetness there, and noticing something. "Your little ring is gone."

"I took it off for a few days," Sara panted into her neck. "Every time it rubbed my clittie, I thought of you. It was embarrassing."

"Aren't you afraid the holes will close back up if you don't wear it?"

Sara nodded. "Can we stop talking about that for a minute and go back to love?"

"Oh god, yes!" Laura laughed out loud.

Sara held Laura's face in both hands. "I love you, Laura. There. I never got to look you right in the eyes and tell you that. I love you, Laura."

Laura was overwhelmed by so much feeling that she couldn't speak. She was also afraid she might cry. They kissed again, but this time more passionately than romantically, sucking each other's lips, tongue-fucking each other's mouth wildly. Finally, Laura kissed her way down Sara's smooth brown shoulder and her chest to her breasts, the beautiful firm globes she had enshrined in her fantasies, their large dark nipples all puffy and swollen. In this dim light, Sara's areolas were black, but Laura had noticed that they were a deep burnt umber color when the light was brighter, not the coal-black of her sister Dee Dee's nipples, but a deep reddish chocolate brown, these changeable, chameleon nipples that so forcibly drew her mouth to them, like a powerful magnet.

She still had her hand in Sara's warm, wet crotch, and she rubbed and caressed Sara's soupy slit while slowly licking one of her big, bulbous nipples. It was a heaven greater than any she had anticipated. Sara's nipple was silken and soft against her tongue, a bulging soft plum, with tiny bumps beginning to show in the dark corona under Laura's shiny spittle. The areola was so puffy that the center only emerged a little from it, but enough for Laura to tickle it with the tip of her tongue, watching Sara's eyes, watching her face seize up with intense pleasure.

"Ohhh!" Sara moaned. "God, you sure do that better than I do."

"You know," Laura teased her, "I hear them crying, 'Suck me... suck me!' just like you said." She said 'suck me' in a very tiny, faraway voice, imitating Sara's voice when she had said it on their first night together.

"You better do the other one," Sara panted softly. "It's getting jealous."

Laura smiled up at her. "The other one will just have to wait. I said I'm in love with you, but what I'm really in love with is these incredible nipples. I have to give each one its due worship."