When Lorrie Barnes called again, a few days later, Laura was so flummoxed by guilt that she could barely even speak. She had not seen Lorrie for six months. During that time, she had broken with Trina, and in addition to her other friends had slept with Bernice, Randi, Shavon, Vondi, and now Vanessa. But the mere thought of Lorrie struck a hot arrow deep into her.

Lorrie had called right before Vondi, when Laura's breasts had still be so mutilated from her bout with Karen that she did not dare see anyone. But she had then become so involved with Vondi, and Vanessa, and Shavon, that she had forgotten about it until now.

"Oh god, I didn't call you back!" she said to Lorrie.

"You don't even know my phone number, girl," Lorrie cracked. "You don't even know what city I live in. I'm just a fly girl to you, just another pretty black pussy you can add to your collection."

This was hitting low, and Laura felt it deeply. "I don't blame you for saying that," she said contritely.

"Oh . . . I don't mean it."

"Yes you do."

"Laura, I didn't call for so long because . . . well, you meant too much to me. That time? When we had the bath? And everything? Last time? Remember?"

"I could never forget it."

"I couldn't either," Lorrie said, half in despair, it seemed. "But I wanted to. Remember I told you I wasn't too crazy about thinking of myself as a lesbian."

"I know. So you've been screwing a lot of guys, so you could prove you weren't. Just like the first time."

"Sort of. Can I come over? I've got until Wednesday night. Can you pick me up here? I'm at the airport Hilton. I need to see you."

"I'll be there in half an hour."

She picked up Lorrie in front of the Hilton and was again stunned by the girl's beauty. Lorrie was still wearing her flight attendant's uniform, and Laura could feel a catch in her throat just looking at the shockingly lovely girl. Moreover, their emotional attachment sprang up again immediately.

Laura's hand trembled on the wheel. "I didn't realize how much I missed you," she said as she drove onto the freeway.

Lorrie reached over and patted her thigh. "Keep your eye on the road. I'm here. But I really missed you. I couldn't let myself call you. I was afraid. I felt too much for you, Laura."

"Felt?"

Lorrie smiled. "Still do. Keep your eye on the road or neither one of us is going to have any fun."

Laura felt tears coming to her eyes. She felt strongly for Lorrie too, but she also had lots of other girls to fuck and to distract her feelings, as well as the troubles with Trina. She felt devastatingly guilty.

"I feel so awful," she said. "The last time you called . . . a few weeks ago? I had a problem. I couldn't see anybody. And I thought you would take it personally."

"I did." Lorrie's black eyes sparkled, whether with irony or hostility Laura couldn't tell. "I thought you were playing with some other sweet young thing's pussy and didn't have time for me."

"I wasn't. I was . . . recovering."

"You were sick?"

"Yes."

She felt Lorrie's hand on her knee, a tender rather than a sexual caress. "Oh Laura. Are you better? I feel so bad, being mean about it. Hating you for . . . sleeping with others. For six months I . . ."

They were on the city streets now, and Laura risked a glance at her. There were still tears in Laura's eyes, but she blinked them away.

"I can't believe how happy I am to see you," she whispered.

Lorrie smiled. "The feeling's mutual." Her hand was still on Laura's knee, and she tickled the knee with her fingertip. "I've got an itch that only you can scratch, apparently, girl."

Inside Laura's apartment, they were still ill at ease with one another. Laura fixed them both a drink, hoping it would relax them. They sat in her living room, Laura in the chair, Lorrie on the sofa. She crossed her stunning long legs, and Laura looked at them lustfully.

"You like?" Lorrie smiled.

"You have gorgeous legs."

"We sure are both nervous, aren't we. You'd think we never did it. And you still hold the record for making me come. Eight times in a row."

"You mean you didn't top that with all the guys you've been going to bed with during the past six months, trying to prove you're not a lesbian?"

Lorrie looked at her meaningfully. "They weren't only guys."

Laura felt a dagger go straight into her heart, and her gut too. She knew she couldn't stop Lorrie—or anyone—from going to bed with someone else. But when they went to bed with another woman, as Yvette had, for example, or Sholandra, it ripped her apart. She tried not to show it, but her pain was obvious.

"Oh?" she said, looking down to disguise her stricken feelings.

"And one came pretty close to the record. You don't have to look so . . . upset, Laura. I had to do it. I had to see if it was just you."

"Oh. I see." Laura swallowed, trying not to cry, feeling very vulnerable.

"It was only two. One was another white girl, like you. She works at the airline headquarters, and she was always eyeing me. I knew she was dying to . . . you know, have me, so I let her. It was sweet but forgettable, know what I mean? Like most guys. But the other one, shoot. She was a sister, but she had this kind of golden complexion. Tall and thin and gorgeous . . . and a wild woman, wild. Green eyes."

"Don't tell me," Laura said, with a sly, rueful grin. "Her name was Kim."

"You know her?" Lorrie suddenly sat up straight and uncrossed her legs.

"She picked me up once, at the Dallas airport."

"And you let yourself be picked up, of course."

"So did you."

"She was on a flight of mine. So gorgeous. All the guys were about to cream their jeans. I can tell you, I'm used to being the star of my flights. I get all the attention. And here was this beautiful golden little tart getting all the stares. It like to flamed me out, honey. Then she catches me in the back of the airplane, where she's pretending to wait for the restroom to open up, and she whispers, 'I can lick your pussy so good you'll come five times quick, girl'. And her fiery green eyes burning into mine."

"And you couldn't help yourself."

"Girl, we went to a hotel room right off the plane, and she did as she promised. I came five times before I even stopped. She found my g-spot, she said."

"I know. She found mine too. She finds everybody's."

It excited them both to be talking about how they had fucked with the same girl. Laura could feel the temperature rise. Without asking, she got up and crossed the room, sitting down next to Lorrie, who smiled in a dangerous, feline way.

"I can find your g-spot too," Laura purred. "She taught me how."

Lorrie untied the little yellow silk bow tie that held the neck of her uniform shirt together. Her eyes looked deep down into Laura's.

"I want you to know something," she murmured very softly, almost too softly to hear. "I didn't want to see you because of how many orgasms I had with you. I might seem like a good-time girl, fly-girl, Playmate bimbo, popping into bed with men and women at the drop of a hat. It's not true. I screw around a little bit. I like sex. But there's something about you, Laura, that makes it, the sex I mean, separate, very special . . . even thrilling and . . . moving. And it doesn't have anything to do with how many times you make me come."

Laura had unbuttoned the top two buttons of Lorrie's uniform shirt while she was speaking. Now she turned the job over to Lorrie and began unbuttoning her own.

"You're really arousing me, talking that way," she confessed softly. "Maybe it's because making you come gives me such great pleasure."

Lorrie smiled. "I know. This conversation is making me as horny as a tick. Let's go in your bedroom before we slide off the sofa."

"Are you wet, darling?" Laura gave a soft, throaty laugh.

Solemnly, Lorrie unzipped her uniform pants and pulled them loosely open. She took Laura's hand and slid Laura's fingers under her panties, pushing it down toward her crotch. It was a warm, soupy mess of juice. And Laura realized that her own was the same.

"We're going to have to wash our underwear before you leave," she whispered.

They went into Laura's bedroom, undressing as they walked. Oh god, it's going to be a rape! Laura realized excitedly. We want each other so badly!

By the bed, she embraced Lorrie and kissed her. They were both still half-undressed, but they had not kissed at all yet, and both were eager, starting slowly but quickly growing passionate. They pulled off each other's underwear as they kissed, until the only piece still on was Lorrie's bra.

"I love your dimples," Laura laughed, kissing each one. "God, how I love your beautiful dimples. When I first saw your dimples, I wanted to do this."

Lorrie ran her hands up and down Laura's naked body. "The very first time we did this, you made me come standing up," she panted into Laura's ear. "Remember? In the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm on the verge of doing it again, girl."

Laura gazed deep into her dark eyes. "We really are special together, aren't we."

Lorrie nodded. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. They lay down together on the bed, on top of the bedspread.

"Don't you want to take the spread off?" Lorrie asked.

"I want to . . . do this."

Laura dropped her mouth to Lorrie's perfect, round, Playmate breasts, sucking and tonguing her wide dark brown nipples. They were so sensitive that Lorrie began writhing and moaning immediately. This was how Laura had made her come the first time, by sucking her nipples in the kitchen, arousing her so much that she came while leaning back against the refrigerator.

Now was no different. Lorrie was already very close. She gasped as Laura sucked her breasts.

"Unnhhhh! Oh god . . . oh god Laura!"

"Ohhhh, they're so sensitive," Laura purred, lip-pinching each succulent nipple.

Lorrie looked down at Laura sucking and teasing her wet nipples, which were rubbery and pointed, very erect. "Nobody sucks them like you. Really. Oh . . . oh god, you make them feel so good!"

They kissed, and Lorrie began squeezing Laura's breasts in her hands, then dropped her mouth to them, giving the Laura back the same treatment she had received. Laura realized that they were both very overheated, ready to come, and that they could share a very moving mutual orgasm, if they tried.

"I want you to come with me," she panted, pulling Lorrie's face back up so she could kiss her feverishly. "I want us to come together."

"Then we better hurry, girl," Lorrie gasped.

Laura dropped her hand to Lorrie's very wet pussy, and gasped as she felt Lorrie's hand find her own just a second later. They gazed hotly into each other's eyes and tangled their tongues together as their fingers gently explored each other's pussy, until they were finally softly stroking each other's clit in the same rhythm.

"Oh god, I'm going to come!" Lorrie panted, biting her lower lip, her beautiful face contorted with sexual tension.

"Me too," Laura gasped. "Fuck me, baby. I love you so much."

"Harder . . . harder," Lorrie panted.

She and Laura both moved their fingers in a swirling motion, bringing each other closer and closer to the terminal explosion. Laura's body was on fire. Her eyes drank Lorrie, and her two fingers swirled over Lorrie's clit rhythmically, insistently.

"Oh god . . . yes! Like that! Just like that!" Lorrie gasped.

"Unhhhh!" Laura groaned softly, after a sharp intake of air.

They gazed deep into each other's eyes, knowing it was coming, deeply united by their gaze as they both began to come at the same instant. It was not a wrenching, devastating orgasm but instead an emotionally intense, sharply throbbing, hot whirlwind of rapturous bliss that engulfed them both.

"Ohh! Ohnnn shit . . . yes yes yes!" Lorrie cried out, pushing her face into Laura's neck as her body shuddered in a huge spasm of release.

Laura came at exactly the same moment, groaning and quivering as her straining body was enveloped in a hot cloud of throbbing ecstacy. They held each other tightly, throbbing and whimpering as the aftershocks jolted them. Then their mouths found each other again before they could spoil it by speaking. They kissed passionately, reverently even, sealing a very special moment.

"It's always so good with you," Lorrie finally whispered softly into Laura's ear.

They were still clinging together, their naked breasts touching, their hands holding each other's buns, still pushing their pussies together, unable to let each other go. And Laura was still so hungry for Lorrie's beautiful body that she kissed her neck and her shoulders thirstily, then dropped her mouth again to Lorrie's breasts, then slid down further.

"I want you . . . I want you," she murmured, sliding between the girl's parting thighs and immediately pressing her mouth into Lorrie's very wet and open pussy, hot pink between the beautifully-shaped black cuntlips.

"Ohhhnnnn Laura!" Lorrie gasped, giving in completely.

Laura was not only overwhelmed with love for the beautiful girl, but she was determined not to have that hot little minx Kim be thought a better lover than she was. She too could find Lorrie's g-spot and make the girl come unbelievably, and she was determined to do it, right now, while Lorrie was completely relaxed and vulnerable to her.

Since Lorrie was already aroused, just having climaxed, Laura didn't waste any time. She went right for the money immediately. While her tongue explored every inch of Lorrie's delicious labia, she slid a long forefinger deep into the girl's tight, wet pussy, fingerfucking her gently but twisting the finger at the same time, so that in a few seconds her own palm was facing outward, and the tip of her finger was sliding across the inner wall of Lorrie's pussy.

Now she began to tickle Lorrie's clit with the tip of her tongue, while probing gently at the same time with her finger, searching . . . searching. This drove Lorrie wild. She panted feverishly, churning her hips, whimpering, grabbing her own lovely breasts and twisting her thick, deep brown nipples.

"Oh god . . . Laura, oh Jesus yes!" she panted, writhing, looking down at Laura's mouth glued to her pussy, at Laura's probing finger.

"I want to make you come hard, baby," Laura cooed to her, tongue-jabbing her clit, pinching it with her lips.

"Ungghhh! Ohnggg!" Lorrie gasped, delirious with sexual need.

Laura's finger slid everywhere inside the girl's pussy, trying to find the right spot, since she was afraid Lorrie might just come again before she found it. But suddenly, Lorrie twitched, then stiffened instantaneously, the air caught in her throat in mid-moan. She arched her back, quivering.

Laura knew she had found it, and she pressed her finger sharply into the spongy wall of Lorrie's pussy, rubbing it hard. At the same time, she took Lorrie's entire clitoris into her mouth and sucked it eagerly. Lorrie fell immediately into convulsions of coming. She came so hard at first that the breath was completely knocked out of her. A helpless cawing came from deep in her throat as she shuddered spastically in the grip of a ferocious onslaught of orgasms.

On top of that, a gusher of warm fluid suddenly spewed from her pussy, drenching Laura's hand and her lips at the same time. This ejaculation somehow coincided with the return of her voice, and she began moaning and panting deliriously as each succeeding orgasm wrenched her luscious, straining body. She twisted and clawed her thighs and pinched her nipples in a fierce, continuing string of orgasms.

"Auungghhh! Oh shit oh god oh holy shit! Unngghhh! Oh god Laura! Yes! Oh yes yes!" she groaned, coming again.

Finally, after the sixth climax, Laura released her. She withdrew her finger from Lorrie's pussy, and gave one last, affectionate kiss to Lorrie's clit, then slid up to embrace the still-panting, glassy-eyed, very beautiful girl, kissing her smooth cheek, nuzzling her neck. Lorrie was speechless.

"I guess that felt pretty good," Laura whispered sensually into Lorrie's ear.

Lorrie sighed and blinked, still half-stunned by the experience. "After you and that Kim, I don't know why a girl would ever want a dick in her again," she finally said. "You two are scary."

Laura kissed her. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Laura, liked it isn't the word. You made me come even more times than she did. But yecchhh! I wet the sheet too. God, I'm so embarrassed. I did that with her, too. Somehow it just makes me pee or something."

Laura shook her head. "That isn't pee. It's cum. You squirted when you had the first really sharp orgasm."

"Oh god, I'll bet it got all over you . . . all over your face. I'm so embarrassed."

"You shouldn't be. I loved it."

Laura recalled how Sholandra had ejaculated like this, when Laura had found her g-spot. But Lorrie had squirted more, in quantity, and the sheet was soaked. The mattress pad too.

"Are you sure it isn't pee?" Lorrie asked.

"I'm sure. You came. Just like a man does."

"Gosh, I came in your face, just like those repulsive fuck movies the men all like. They actually like to come in your face, you know. Can you believe that?"

"After having you do it, I guess I can," Laura said.

Lorrie now kissed Laura more ardently than ever, stroking her cheeks, frenching Laura aggressively. "I want to fuck you back, girl," she breathed huskily. "I want to give back to you everything you just gave to me. You made me come more than she even did. And I want you to come, too. Come hard."

"Ohhh yes!" Laura moaned as Lorrie's caresses grew more heatedly and insistent.

She surrendered her body completely, and Lorrie's hunger for her produced two spectacular orgasms before they both had to rest. Laura made them a snack and refreshed their drinks, which had only been half-consumed before they decided to consume each other instead. Now they relaxed and joked and talked and giggled, and after about an hour found themselves naked again on Laura's sofa, fucking in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking turns making each other come, until they had each climaxed three more times.

Finally, Lorrie tongued Laura's ear and whispered, "Girl, if you don't let me alone I'm gon' expire right here on the sofa. I just counted the number of orgasms I had since I walked through that door. Ten. I usually don't have ten orgasms in a whole month. You trying to kill me?"

"I'm trying to make sure you come back to me, since doing this seems to trouble you so much. I want it to be memorable."

"Girl, if you'll forgive the vernacular, ain't no man ever fucked me like this no way. No woman either, not even that wildcat Kim. The only reason you didn't see me sooner was—"

"You don't have to tell me," Laura put a forefinger to Lorrie's lips. "Just come back. Don't go off and start thinking this is . . . wrong, or whatever. Just come back. No strings, no questions. Just come back."

Lorrie's eyes teared up briefly. "I will," she said, solemnly. "I will.

They stripped the wet linen off Laura's bed together and remade it using a blanket in place of the mattress pad. Then they slept and fucked all night long, waking early and fucking again before Laura drove Lorrie back to the airport, then returned to work herself. Lorrie had fourteen orgasms, and before getting out of the car, looking wildly fetching in her flight attendant's uniform, she whispered in Laura's ear.

"Fourteen! Fourteen times! The total just keeps going up, girl. And how could you think I wouldn't be back?"

Laura smiled and kissed her goodbye. But she knew, as she drove off, that things could change. Look at Jonelle, she thought. Look at Trina. Look at Cecilia, and Yvette, and Shavon. All married. I'm good enough to fuck them, but they want something else too.