The day Laura was hoping for finally arrived. Mavis had left a message on her answering machine. Two weeks had passed since their delicious afternoon of fucking, following their meeting in the aisle at Walgreen’s. Laura had begun to worry.

True, she had been busy sleeping with Stevie Archer, Shavon, Charise, Jane, Earlene, Yvette, Randi. God, that many! she thought, amazed, feeling a hot little tingle deep inside her pussy at the memory of each one. If Mavis had phoned, Laura would have had a tough time squeezing her in. But she would have squeezed her in.

Mavis had not called, and Laura began to ache. Their coupling had been very special. They had been soulmates from the start, partly because Laura had fallen wildly in love with Mavis in seconds, and also because Mavis was experienced in girl-girl fucking due to having done it for a couple of years with her older sister. Gosh, she must’ve been only fourteen when that horny Brenda started screwing her! Laura suddenly realized for the first time.

"You can’t call me ‘cause my Mama’ll find out," Mavis half-whispered into the phone. "Sorry I didn’t call sooner. I have to be careful. Dying to see you, Laura. Can you meet me tomorrow after school at . . . you know, where we met before? I know it’s hard to get off work. I’ll be there about four, if you can make it." Then her voice dropped to a full whisper. "Laura, I dig you, I really dig you, I need to see you." Then back up again. "Okay, then. Bye."

Laura realized, as she rewound the tape to listen to it again, that her heart was racing and pounding. She was so excited, her emotions in a whirl, realizing that Mavis felt the same way about her. She would have to leave work a little over an hour early to get to Walgreen’s in time. She would have to drive.

And just as she was leaving for her car the next day, hurrying out the door with her coat half on, she ran into Rhonda.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Rhonda asked knowingly. She looked at her watch. "A full day’s work for a full day’s pay, right? You have that look in your eye, Laura. Is she cute? Does she work here?"

"I . . . have a doctor’s appointment," Laura stammered hastily.

"Right. You have to give a gynecological exam to a very pretty black girl. Do I know her?"

Laura shook her head.

"Just as well, I guess," Rhonda shrugged. "I only want them more, knowing you’re . . . you know—"

"What happened, isn’t Stevie doing it for you any more?" Laura couldn’t resist, though she hated herself afterward for saying it.

"We’re getting along find, thank you," Rhonda said in a clipped voice. "She has . . . commitments, and of course so do I. So we can’t be together as much as I’d like to."

And if it was that easy for me to fuck her, Laura thought, remembering Chicago, then you have every right to be jealous, dear. Who can tell whose tongue or dick might be up Stevie’s gorgeous pussy right now, eh?

"She’s very beautiful," Laura said, feeling both joy and guilt at being an absolute traitor. And I fucked her Playmate brains out, too, she wanted to add. "I hope you two are very happy."

To make matters worse, Rhonda began glowing with love. "Oh, thank you, Laura. I . . . really care for her so much."

"What about Sholandra?"

Rhonda grew remote. "She has been a little . . . unpleasant. But we patched that up. She’s really too wild for her own good. She scares me sometimes. She gets so jealous."

"I guess most of us would feel badly if a Playmate of the Month stole our lover from us."

"I’m trying to . . . help her through it."

Poor Sholandra! Laura thought.

"I have to rush!" she said.

"Go ahead," Rhonda said. "Don’t catch anything."

Laura gave her a tight smile. What a thing to say! She dashed to her car and drove like a terrorist to Walgreen’s. Mavis was waiting by a mailbox.

She was wearing white socks and white sneakers, a short plaid skirt, and a white blouse with a yellow cardigan sweater. Her hair was done in bows on each side, bangs along her forehead (like Charise! Laura recalled guiltily), and she looked younger this time than she had the first time. As if I didn’t feel badly enough, robbing the cradle, Laura thought. She’s darling. God, a face to die for! Even more beautiful than I remembered it.

She leaned over and opened the door for Mavis, who quickly got in, looking around nervously as if to see whether any classmates saw her getting into this older woman’s car. Laura, filling the role of a lust-crazed lesbian admirably, could not take her eyes off Mavis’s sleek, black, bare legs. Mavis’s skirt was quite short and revealed about half of her hard, smooth thighs.

She saw Laura looking and grinned broadly. "You like these legs, don’t you, you horny thing," she said, her devastating eyes flickering with amusement and sexual excitement, barely concealed.

"I . . . couldn’t get you out of my mind," Laura confessed breathlessly.

Liar! You’ve been fucking seven or eight girls since you last saw her! Laura could feel herself beginning to blush with shame, long her clearest weakness, and she fought to keep the blood from rushing to her face.

"Thought of you a lot too," Mavis said, matter-of-factly.

"I wanted to see you sooner."

Mavis smiled happily. "Me too. Couldn’t get away. I have to watch after two baby brothers a lot. Wouldn’t do to be pleasuring myself while they burn the house down, would it."

"No. Certainly not. Anyway, my heart is racing. I’m so glad to see you."

"I can stay an hour. We should be able to do it three or four times in a hour, right?"

Now Laura smiled. "It doesn’t matter how many times. I just want to hold you."

Mavis grinned salaciously, looking straight ahead through the windshield at the traffic. "And something else."

"And everything else."

"Good!"

At Laura’s apartment, they kissed just inside the door, leaning against it. "I forgot how beautiful you are," Laura panted, kissing her neck, her ear, her cheek, her throat, trying to pull Mavis’s shirt tails out of her skirt in order to get her hands on the girl’s marvelous warm skin everywhere.

"You’re gonna give me a big head, Laura," Mavis warned. "Brenda and I screwed a lot, but she never told me I was beautiful."

"Sisters never see each other’s beauty. I’ll bet you’re more beautiful than she is."

"She has bigger titties. Real big ones." She held her hands out in front of her own small breasts.

"Come in here to the bedroom," Laura said. "And quit talking about Brenda. I’m your lover now, not Brenda. I’m going to make you forget her."

Mavis grinned, shedding her shirt completely as they reached Laura’s bedroom. "You already have."

Laura kissed her again while Mavis carefully unbuttoned Laura’s blouse and removed it. They helped one another undress down to their underwear. Mavis wore plain cotton panties and a shallow-cup plain white bra, so common, so different from the elaborately sexy underthings worn by most of Laura’s bed partners. Laura embraced her and slid both hands under the elastic of Mavis’s panties, cupping both firm round moons of Mavis’s ass and squeezing them.

"Oooohhh, that feels good," Mavis said through the kiss.

Laura kissed her neck and shoulder, still squeezing the full moons of her ass.

"You have a delicious bottom that I am going to kiss and kiss," she said, pulling Mavis over to the bed.

They lay down together on it, and Laura skimmed Mavis’s cotton panties all the way off.

"I was afraid you might not want to see me again, after that first time," Mavis confessed shyly.

She was not ordinarily shy, and so Laura knew she meant it. "Why would you think that?" Laura said. "I love you. Mmmm, I love this delicious body."

Laura unfastened her own bra, then Mavis’s, and they both shed them quickly. Now they were completely naked. Laura pushed their breasts together, feeling the hard rivets of Mavis’s nipples poking into her own.

"I thought . . . you have so many other girls probably," Mavis said, eyes burning. "Why would you want little old me."

Laura kissed her with searing intensity, digging her fingers passionately now into the firm naked flesh of Mavis’s round, smooth ass. "I never stop thinking of you."

"And then . . ." Mavis giggled softly in embarrassment. "I got this pimple. You know?"

"Where?"

"Right here." She pointed to one cheekbone.

Laura touched it, the dark brown skin smooth and velvet to Laura’s fingertip. "I don’t see anything."

"It’s why I didn’t call you," Mavis looked down. "I had to wait for it to go away."

Laura was overcome with love. She kissed Mavis heatedly again, then dropped her mouth to the girl’s small breasts, toying with one huge hard nipple before sucking it deeply into her mouth, and most of Mavis’s breast too.

"Unhhhh!" Mavis gasped.

"Oh Mavis, you are so beautiful," Laura panted softly. "How could you think I could ever get you off my mind."

"Unhh! Oh wow . . . Laura, that feels good."

"And I’m going to devour this one the same way."

Mavis lay moaning on her side while Laura sucked her large hard nipples hungrily. Like Jonelle, she had very small breasts, swellings really, and very large nipples. But the difference was in what ‘large’ meant in each case. Jonelle’s nipples were huge soft black buds, like Rina’s and Trina’s, swelling fruit, both the areola and the center nub forming a single bulb that swelled out from each breast. But Mavis’s areolas were relatively small, tent-like, and the thick, hard centers of her big nipples pushed up from the middle of them like jutting black bullets.

Laura lashed them with her tongue, sucking and pinching them with her lips, until Mavis was whimpering uncontrollably, squirming and panting.

"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . . oh god, that feels so good!" she panted.

"It’s going to feel better, darling. I’m going to suck this wet little pussy of yours the same way."

Her fingers had discovered that Mavis’s cunt was very wet indeed, and she quickly slid down to it. The black lips were glossy and glistening with warm juice, and Laura’s fingers pulled them open to reveal the shiny magenta juice-pit within. She was in heaven. This beautiful teenager was hers, all hers, a gorgeous young girl with a breathtaking face and a sweet, virginal black body that had never known a cock, only Laura’s tongue, preceded by the tongue of her sister Brenda.

She proceeded to lick Mavis’s pussy in a slow, skillful way that she had not been able to use during their first time together, simply because they had both been desperate to fuck and make each other come quickly and repeatedly. But now they had an hour, and Laura was not to be denied her feast. She licked Mavis’s sweet runny pussy but without letting Mavis come, and after about three minutes Mavis was begging her.

"Oh god . . . oh god, Laura . . . please!" she gasped, pinching her own nipples, churning her pussy up into Laura’s mouth. "Oh please! Oh god . . . oh god I can’t take that, Laura! Please . . . yes yes ohhnnnn! Oh yes! Harder . . . please! Please harder! Unghhh! Unghhh! Oh god . . . Laura, please! I . . . I’m going to—"

"Not yet you’re not going to . . ." Laura panted, pulling her tongue back from Mavis’s swollen, hard little clitoris, which she had been toying with cleverly for minutes.

She cupped the firm moons of Mavis’s pretty ass in both hands, squeezing the warm, resilient flesh and lowering her tongue to the less-sensitive wet crease of Mavis’s pussy, licking and tongue-fucking it tenderly. Unable to come, Mavis drew back from the edge, her body slowly twisting and churning less frantically, her sighs and whimpers dying down into tormented mewlings. She dug her fingers into her hard young thighs and raised her crotch into Laura’s face, biting her lip, moaning, swirling her pussy against Laura’s mouth, loving every second of this and yet desperate to come.

"Oh Laura . . . please!" she beseeched Laura, raising her hands to the small swellings of her breasts and twisting her hard black jutting nipples sharply.

Laura took pity on her. The delicious girl was dying for her climax, and Laura could withhold it from her no longer. She slid two fingers into the sopping wet crease of Mavis’s festering pussy and began to fuck her with them, while at the same time lashing the girl’s swollen clitoris excitedly with her tongue. About twenty seconds of this was all Mavis could stand.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she panted, hurtling toward a devastating orgasm. "Oh yes . . . oh Laura yes like that yes yes! Ungghh! Awwwonnngghiieee!" she cried out, coming violently, her ecstatic screams filling the bedroom, since she was far too transported by her orgasm to remember, as Laura had taught her, to push her face into the pillow next to her head.

She came hard, her lovely lean body flexing and shuddering. After the initial shocks, Laura slid up to hold her while she quivered and moaned, still coming even twenty seconds later. Finally, the whirlwind was spent, and she blinked and smiled.

"You do know how to make me come pretty hard, Laura," she gasped. "I kept thinking, ‘Brenda never made me come the way Laura do’."

"I’m so glad," Laura smiled, kissing her. "Then you’ll always want to come back to me."

"You got that one right," Mavis beamed. "And now I’m gonna give you my special, too."

She pushed Laura onto her back and began making love to her. Mavis knew what she was doing, and this time she made love to Laura even more passionately than she had their first time. This Brenda must be pretty hot in the sack if she taught Mavis how to do all this, Laura thought. A few seconds later she herself was exploding in a hot, clenching orgasm brought on by Mavis’s clever fingers and tongue.

A little later, while they were cuddling, Mavis came out with another shocker. "Have you ever fucked anybody with your whole hand?"

Laura tried to play dumb. "What do you mean?"

Mavis held up her own hand, then made it into a fist. "Like this. Brenda used to make me do it to her. Because I have small hands, see?"

She rotated her fist. She did have small hands, small and beautiful. Laura felt a hot, delighted little twitch deep inside her pussy, as if she were imagining what it would feel like to have that pretty black fist in it.

Mavis looked briefly down at the sheet, unable to look Laura squarely in the eye. "I was just wondering—" she began.

"Wondering what?"

"You have pretty small hands, like I do. I was wondering if you would . . . you know . . . do me with your fist. When I did Brenda, she used to just die. She used to come like I never saw anybody come."

Laura bubbled over with laughter, and hugged Mavis hard, pulling her down again on the bed. ""You, my darling, are a shameless little pervert, aren’t you," she laughed.

But Mavis remained serious. "You don’t have to, if you don’t want to."

Laura kissed her warmly, squeezing the delectable small swellings of her breasts and pinching her thick nipples. "I’ll only do it if you do it back to me," she breathed into one of Mavis’s marvelous black ears.

"Really?"

"You want to go first?"

Mavis’s whole body was suddenly gripped by a strong tremor, which then left as quickly as it had arrived. She and Laura both giggled.

"Shit yes, I want to go first," she said.

She grabbed Laura’s hand and raised it to her very sensual lips. Slowly, she folded Laura’s fingers down to make a fist, then kissed the whole fist all over in the most alluring, inviting way Laura had ever experienced. All the time, while kissing Laura’s fist, her dark eyes held Laura’s, throbbing, inviting her, beckoning her: stick this fist in my pussy and fuck me, Laura.

I can’t believe this girl is only sixteen, Laura thought. The depths of sensuality she had first glimpsed deep in Mavis’s eyes when they had met in the aisle at Walgreen’s were really there. She’s as perverted as I am, Laura thought, feeling a hot rush of blood accompanying the thought.

She leaned forward and kissed Mavis, a slow, searing kiss. "Lie down, darling. I’m going to give you what you want."

It was as though they had never fucked before. Mavis’s eyes, swimming and throbbing with sex, were fastened to Laura’s as she lay on her back and spread her thighs, exposing her delectable young pussy. Laura slid down between them and began by sliding two fingers up and down in the warm wet channel, opening it further, hearing Mavis pant. Soon she had three fingers sliding up and down the inflamed cleft of Mavis’s pussy, and Mavis was gnawing her lower lip, whimpering softly now and then, knowing what was to come.

Now Laura joined all four fingers together and began to push them further into Mavis’s pussy, fucking her gently with them.

"Oh . . . oh yes!" Mavis whimpered.

She gyrated her hips slowly. Her delicious black thighs clenched.

"You want more?" Laura prompted her.

"Oh yes."

Now Laura joined her thumb to her four fingers to make a wedge. She had done this many times with Karen and knew by now just how to slowly work her whole hand into the girl’s cunt. Mavis now was becoming wildly aroused. She could see more and more of Laura’s hand entering her splayed pussy. She had done this herself to her sister and knew what Laura was doing, knew how it would affect her.

"Oh shit . . ." she gasped.

"Does it hurt?"

"Oh no . . . it feels wonderful. Unhhh! Oh . . . yes! Unhhhh!"

"Honey, your pussy is so wet," Laura said, feeling her fingers grow squishy and slippery in the copious cunt juices that were flowing from Mavis.

She had never felt Karen get this wet. But the look in Mavis’s eyes was familiar, a shocked looked of total sexual delirium, a trance-like stare of hypnotic pleasure mixed with some discomfort. Laura had done it too, and she knew it did not feel exactly good at first to have a whole hand, no matter how small, stuffed into your pussy. She went slowly and carefully, working the wedge of her hand forward, feeling the slippery aperture grow wider, opening for her.

Suddenly, her hand slipped in past the knuckles.

"Ungh!" Mavis grunted softly, her eyes suddenly blazing with fire briefly as she knew Laura’s whole fist was inside her. "Oh . . . shit!"

Their eyes met and locked. "How does it feel?" Laura whispered.

Mavis again chewed on her lower lip. Her eyes closed, then opened. Her sensual lips formed words, but they wouldn’t come out. She took a deep breath and forced them a second time.

"Fuck me . . . Laura. I’m gonna come hard . . . any second . . ."

"I know."

Laura leaned forward to kiss her lovingly as she rotated her fist at the same time inside Mavis’s tight cunt. The same phenomenon she had experienced with Karen overwhelmed her, the deep intimacy of this act, the emotional connection it forged between her and Mavis as she began to fuck the girl with her fist. She knew Mavis was so aroused that it would take very little to make her come, and yet she didn’t want her to come too soon and spoil the fierce pleasure they were both getting from it.

Also, Mavis’s pussy was much tighter than Karen’s, either because she was much younger, or because she had never been fucked by a man, any man. But it was harder for Laura to move her hand up and down, or in and out, because the cavity of Mavis’s pussy was shallow and tight. Of course, the tightness made the sensations nearly unbearably erotic for Mavis, who quickly began to moan and writhe, her face contorted in a strange expression of part agony, part unbelievable pleasure.

Even though she wanted to continue kissing her while she fucked her, it was impossible. Laura needed to slide back between Mavis’s spread thighs in order to get proper leverage, and to avoid cramping her own arm muscles.

"Oh god! Ungghhh! Oh god! Oh shit . . . oh god Laura! Ungghh!" Mavis panted uncontrollably.

"Is it good? Is it good, honey?"

"Oh god, yes! Unhhh! Oh! Yes . . . do it hard! I . . . I—"

Laura began to fist-fuck her a little harder than she really wanted to. But Mavis begged for it, and she was delirious with wild fuck-hunger now, pumping her groin up into Laura’s fist, gagging helplessly as Laura plunged it deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her lean, sleek, young black body was so ravishing as she flexed and undulated in a frenzy of delirious lust that Laura could hardly control herself. She tried to hold back, but Mavis was out of control, churning and whinnying softly, her face torn by excruciating rapture.

She began to come almost without warning. Her beautiful face froze, and Laura could actually feel through her bunched-up fingers inside Mavis’s cunt that a series of convulsions were beginning to shake the girl from the inside out. Mavis actually reached down with both hands and grabbed Laura’s forearm where it protruded from her pussy.

Insane with lust, she held Laura’s arm and jammed her pussy down on Laura’s fist, tossing her head from side to side and groaning in agony as a shattering orgasm gripped her glossy, flexing body. The bed shook so much that Laura briefly feared it might come apart. Still fiercely clutching Laura’s forearm, Mavis arched her back and shuddered through a truly crushing climax.

"Awwonngggg! Ohnngghh oh shit oh shit ohhnggg awwwongghhh!" she groaned, coming and coming, flexing, twisting, then moaning as another spasm shook her flesh.

It was definitely one of the most overpowering sexual experiences Laura had ever been a part of. She had been with lovers who briefly passed out during an orgasm. She had been with Jonelle, who often seemed in danger of dying when she came. She had joined with Karen, and now Earlene, in sadomasochistic multiple orgasms of excruciating intensity. But none of that had been more intense than this orgasm Mavis had.

Finally, the girl released Laura’s forearm and collapsed onto her back, gasping and moaning, whimpering softly as Laura extricated her hand as carefully as possible. So intense was the emotional undercurrent of this moment that she didn’t even want to wipe off her hand on the sheet. Instead, she licked Mavis’s cunt juices off slowly, deliberately, making sure Mavis saw her doing it.

Slowly Mavis’s face returned to normal. Her breathing did too. She watched intently as Laura licked her own fingers. Then she scowled satirically.

"You ain’t kissing me with that mouth until you Listerine it out," she said.

"What a thing to say," Laura winked. "I just made you come harder than you ever did in your life."

Mavis nodded in agreement. "I know. Now I know why Brenda kept wanting me to do it to her."

"I didn’t hurt you, did I?"

Mavis giggled. "I was going so hard I thought I might break your fist off inside me. You didn’t hurt me at all. But I’m sorry about your neighbors. I . . . I just couldn’t stop."

"I know."

"You’ve done that before, haven’t you. I mean, with others?"

"One other." Laura was referring in her mind to Karen. She had also done it with Cecilia and Earlene, but it was too damaging to the image she wanted to present to Mavis to admit such extensive perversion.

"Did she come like me?"

"Not close," Laura shook her head.

Now a devilish spark came alive in Mavis’s knowing eyes. "Brenda used to come like that when I did her. Betcha if I do you, I can make you come that way."

Laura reached down and took Mavis’s hand, pulling it up to her lips, kissing it all over sensually. "I’d love to see you try," she said softly, in her sultriest voice.

She stretched out on her back and let Mavis make love to her. Even though they had fucked heatedly both last time and this time, she still couldn’t get over the fact that Mavis was only sixteen, and had learned how to do all this when she had to have been only fourteen, with her older sister. Because Mavis was no novice.

She knew how to make Laura’s body respond. She also loved it and lingered over Laura’s naked flesh, exploring Laura’s body with a slow sensuality that was rare and exciting. By the time her mouth and her hands reached Laura’s pussy, Laura was twisting and whimpering softly, undulating, anticipating a sharp and stirring orgasm. She began to moan as Mavis slipped two fingers up into her slippery warm channel.

"Ohhhhnnn . . . oh yes!" she panted. "Grab me those pillows, honey." She pointed to two extra pillows she always kept on the huge bed for just such moments as this. "I want to watch."

Mavis tossed her the pillows, grinning. "You want to see me put my arm up into your pretty pink pussy, don’t you," she purred.

"Yes . . . god . . . oh yes! Unhhh!" she grunted softly as Mavis formed her hand into a wedge, pushing it into Laura's pussy harder.

The next minute or so for Laura was a sublime experience, both sexual and emotional. Mavis was unlike Karen or Earlene, who were both devotees of pain and the intensity it brought. She was more open and spontaneous like Cecilia, in this circumstance, but with a skill and history Cecilia didn't yet have when she and Laura had engaged in this practice. Mavis was slow, deliberate, and loving in the way she fucked Laura with her hand, pushing it in patiently, until suddenly it slid inside.

"Owwnnggg!" Laura groaned, wincing but at the same time feeling her body fill with wildly scintillating sexual excitement.

Mavis looked up at her. "Hurt?"

Laura shook her head rapidly. She couldn't take her eyes off Mavis's slim black arm protruding from her own pussy. Oh god, I love this girl! she thought.

The same shocking, overpowering intimacy she had felt with the others washed over her now, and she could see from the look on Mavis's face that she had felt it too.

Laura voice shook. "You better fuck me, honey, because I'm going to come anyway."

"I know," Mavis grinned.

Slowly, she began to rotate her hand inside Laura's cunt, folding in her fingers to make a fist. Then she pushed it in and out, sending Laura into a brief delirium of lust. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fell back into the pillows, thrusting with her hips, meeting Mavis's fist halfway. She heard a soft, demented, crazy moaning in the near distance and realized it was her own.

Time seemed to mean nothing. Everything was obliterated but this rhythmic, slow, very intense and yet tender fucking, with Mavis's fist sliding deep into Laura's cunt, then pulling back, then sliding in deep again. Laura had no idea how long it went on, but she realized through the warm cloud of very intense sensations that enveloped her that Mavis had done an extraordinary thing, something Laura herself had never thought of.

Mavis dropped her face to Laura's crotch, and then Laura could feel her tongue and her lips on her clit, teasing and sucking it, making Laura nearly die of pleasure. Fisting was such a potentially violent act, and yet this lovely young girl was kissing Laura's swollen clitoris in the middle of it, kissing and laving it tenderly with her tongue, until Laura came as a result. The tempo increased, and the clit-sucking increased, and Laura was suddenly crushed by a violent seizure of intense coming that almost made her pass out.

The orgasm was wrenching and long-lasting, and Laura was completely shattered by it. She took several minutes to revive, and then noticed that Mavis had not moved. Her fist was still planted inside Laura's throbbing pussy, and she was grinning happily, her mouth still inches from Laura's groin.

"Want another one?" she asked, devilishly.

"Oh god . . . I think I would die on the spot," Laura confessed.

She bit her lower lip as Mavis carefully extracted her hand. It was wet, as Laura's had been.

"You want me to wipe this on the sheet, or should I get a towel?" Mavis asked, ever practical.

"I want you to kiss me, you darling," Laura said, grabbing her other hand and pulled her down so that they were face to face. "I love you. I love what you just did to me."

Again the devilish smiled. "I kinda enjoyed it myself, if you want to know the truth."

Laura embraced her tightly and kissed her passionately. What started as a kiss of gratitude quickly turned into another searing preliminary to fucking, but this time, having fisted each other into fierce, wrenching climaxes, they were more inclined to coil together in a love rhythm. They caressed one another tenderly, undulating, tasting, probing, finally winding up in a very sensual sixty-nine. They prolonged it as long as they could, then surrendered to their needs and came again in hot, melting waves, groaning together and quivering in a long dying fall of spent passion.

In the middle of their sensual cuddling after this explosion, Mavis glanced at the bedside clock. "Oh shit, my Mamma gonna be home in five minutes," she said.

She was off the bed in an instant, gathering up her clothes and pulling them on. Laura dressed almost as fast.

"Don't worry. I'll get you there on time. It isn't far."

From a thrilling sexual woman, Mavis became a scared child, frightened of her mother's reaction, in a few seconds. "Come on, Laura, come on," she urged.

They dashed together downstairs to Laura's car. Laura dropped her off a half block from her house. "Call me, Mavis," she said as Mavis scooted out the car door.

"I will."

"I love you, Mavis."

Now Mavis flashed Laura one last devastating grin, filled with a resonating knowledge of all they had done together. "Me too you," she said softly, making the words with her incredibly sensual lips, as if she were in danger of being overheard, though there was no one in sight.

Laura watched her walk home, swinging her book bag at her side.