Sara was very tired. Weary, dragging. Exhausted not only from the traveling, sleeping in a strange bed, eating unaccustomed food, but also from the strain of dealing with apparently avaricious and back-biting relatives, lawyers, funeral directors, other long-lost, long-unseen siblings. She was not her usual upbeat self. No funny faces, no wisecracks.

And yet from the very moment she walked off the airplane, Laura was enveloped in a warm, throbbing glow of fierce love for her. Some of the intensity might paradoxically have come, she knew, from her fresh guilt over having fucked both Kendra and Shaniqua in Sara's absence. Guilt could work that way, she knew. But she pushed that into the back of her mind. She knew that most of the strong, pulsating emotion she felt was simply her pure, deep love for this woman.

She wanted to grab her and claw her with savage love and crush her in a consuming embrace. Sara did not like to be told too often by Laura how much Laura loved her, especially not now, after their contretemps involving Dee Dee, but Laura could not keep it in. When they were finally almost alone, walking down one of the long, echoing corridors that led to the parking garage, Sara pulling her wheeled suitcase behind her, Laura carrying her smaller satchel, Laura leaned close.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much. I'm just bursting with love. I thought I was going to explode while I was waiting there for you to come out. I love you, Sara. I love you so much."

This kind of undisciplined and gushing outburst would usually have drawn a sharply sarcastic, though affectionate, rebuke from Sara. Moreover, as Laura only realized halfway into it, this love explosion of hers—and especially considering how long it went on—really had the earmarks of a guilty conscience all over it. But Sara turned her face to Laura and, weary or not, seemed to melt with love herself, right there in the hollow tunnel, smiling broadly, warmly, adoringly. She even stopped walking for a second, her happy, tired eyes searching Laura's face.

She shook her head, as if unable to believe it. "I love you too, Laura. God, it's good to see you."

In the car, in the darkened parking garage, they kissed. Sara batted Laura's hands away from her breasts. "Not here!"

"I can't wait. I want to touch you."

But Sara remained subdued. Clearly she was bone-weary, and she even fell asleep briefly in the car on the way home. As they entered the downstairs door to her apartment, they noticed lights, music, many people in the street-level apartment below hers.

"They must be having a party," Laura said. "On a Wednesday night?"

Sara shrugged, pulling her luggage inside the door, lifting the wheels with Laura's help over the doorjamb. "Some times they do it. Always ends early. Remember what I told you? They live in San Rafael and go home on the weekends. Maybe one of them is having a birthday or something."

Inside the apartment, Laura was still concerned. The noise from downstairs was loud and annoying. "It's so loud," she said. "How're you going to be able to sleep?"

Sara, who was unzipping her suitcase on the bed in the adjacent bedroom, looked up disarmingly at Laura, her expression bemused and again warm and affectionate. She stopped what she was doing and raised her arms up over her head, stretching, yawning slowly and widely, with accompanying groans and sensual sighs. It was such an artless, authentic gesture that Laura wondered if she knew how voluptuous and alluring this made her gorgeous breasts look as they rose and jutted out through her blouse while she stretched.

Sara grinned at Laura across the room. "After The Big O, or maybe two Big Os, I'm going to sleep until next Tuesday."

Laura smiled back, feeling her body suddenly come alive. Until now she had been disciplining herself, feeling that Sara might be too tired for fucking, though they both obviously hungered for one another after this brief absence. "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

"Damn." Sara's dark brown eyes twinkled as she playfully punched the air with her fist. "You would have to bring that up."

Laura crossed the room to her. "I can wake you in the morning, when I get up to go home and change," she purred seductively, putting one arm on Sara's shoulder as a preliminary to looping it completely around her body.

"Help me unpack and I'll think about it," Sara whispered back, giving Laura a smoking stare, the most nakedly sexual look Laura could ever remember seeing from her.

It was such a hot, sexual look that Laura wanted to attack her immediately. She wanted to shove the suitcase off the bed and push Sara down onto it and consume her. Instead, she swallowed and proceeded to help, and in minutes they were finished.

The noise downstairs was undiminished, loud thumbs, gales of laughter. Having unpacked, Sara looked more tired than ever. She was drooping, moving slowly, lethargically.

"Let me give you a back rub," Laura said.

Sara smirked at her sexily. "I think you just want my little black kitty, you nasty thing."

Laura reached into the pocket of her shirt, where she had carefully placed the pussy ring. "I've got something that belongs to you," she said, mysteriously.

She held it up between her thumb and forefinger. The silver ring sparkled in the soft light. For the first time this evening, Sara made one of her funny faces, screwing her lips up, and crossing her eyes.

"There it is," she said. "How did it get in your pocket?"

"You left it in my bathroom."

Now Sara became sly. She turned away coyly. "That's right. I did. I thought you might be less likely to fool around while I was gone if you found it there. Just a little reminder." She grinned over her shoulder at Laura. "Am I clever or what?"

"Very clever." Laura concentrated on her own smile, trying not to recall how she had blithely fucked both Kendra and Shaniqua without discovering the ring. In fact, it had been Shaniqua who had discovered it, not Laura. She pouted. "What about you?" She sashayed playfully across the room again to Sara, still holding up the ring. "I didn't have anything to leave with you . . . to . . . to keep you . . . faithful."

She kissed Sara's broad, shiny forehead. Sara looked up at her very honestly. "There's no one but you, Laura."

"There's no one but you,
And there never will be,
For your love captured me
Long ago,"

Laura sang to her in a soft, reedy, whispery voice. But then she pouted again. "I saw you with . . . someone. I'm sorry. I was spying. You were very happy with her. It nearly killed me."

Sara raised one eyebrow, pulling back a little, not a dramatic pullback but only enough so that she could look Laura directly in the face and see all of it at the same time. "You were spying?" Then her eyes twinkled. "You saw me with Evangelina!"

Laura nodded, looking down, feeling guilty and jealous at the same time. Sara moved across the room to her bed and sat down on the edge of it. She patted the place next to her to persuade Laura to sit too. Slowly, Laura obeyed.

"Evangelina," Sara began calmly, "lives in Orlando. That was only the second time I've seen her since we were in college. Which was about eight years ago. She's an old friend. Now, I'll bet you have few old friends, right? I can't get all bent out of shape if you want to renew that old friendship once in a while? It doesn't mean you don't love me, right?"

Laura nodded, thinking of Dee Dee, knowing Sara was thinking of Dee Dee too. She was saying, as a subtext, you can screw an old friend, as long as you don't rub my face in it. But don't screw my sister.

"I was very jealous," Laura confessed. "I . . . I'm still kind of jealous. I thought I'd lost you forever. You seemed so . . . happy with her."

Sara shook her head. "There's no one but you, Laura," she repeated softly, this time gazing with genuine love into Laura's eyes.

" . . . and there never will be,
Any other would be
Wrong I know . . ."

Laura sang again, this time in a voice a little more tremulous and wobbly than the first time. "Excuse me," she interrupted herself, realizing what the words were saying. "I just sang them . . . and I forgot what they said. It wasn't wrong, you and her. I know I hurt you. But it sure hurt me to see you with her."

Sara took the pussy ring from Laura's fingers. "I thought we weren't going to talk about all that any more," she said, decisively. Her face broke into a devilish grin. "Want to help me put it back on?"

Laura sniffled. She realized she had been on the verge of crying and was glad it had not happened. "I can't think of anything in the world I'd rather do."

In only a few seconds they had disrobed, switched off the lights, and climbed into Sara's bed. They kissed sweetly, then more seriously, both luxuriating in the feel of their naked bodies pressing together. Sara interrupted the kiss. The noise downstairs was as loud as ever. It hammered annoyingly in Laura's ears. Sara looked intently at her in the half-darkness, some weak light from the streetlamps filtering through her drapes onto them.

"So," she said. "You were jealous. You were spying on me. You know, I had a right. I was pretty angry at you."

Laura felt glum. "I thought we weren't going to talk about it any more," she said, repeating what Sara had earlier said.

Sara screwed up her face into a hilarious expression, making Laura laugh involuntarily. "Okay, cuckoo brain. I forgot. I'm sorry."

She pinched Laura's ass with one hand, forced to slide down a little since Laura was taller than she. Laura was tempted to squeal but felt Sara's incredible firm naked breasts pushing into her stomach. Sara's breasts were by no means large, but they were larger than Laura's, and the feel of them pushing into her stomach somehow made Laura go wild with sexual craving, so much so that she forgot even to squeal.

She dropped her hands to them, squeezing them fervently. "Ah ah . . . hold on, now," Sara laughed. "You were going to put the ring back on for me."

"It can wait," Laura panted, pulling her up.

Now she kissed Sara ravenously, feverishly stroking her naked body, biting her neck, pinching her large, soft nipples.

"I . . . guess it can," Sara panted back, suddenly overcome by this sweet onslaught. "Oh god, it's good to feel you against me, Laura. You can't imagine what it was like lying there in Mississippi without you . . . just longing to feel this."

"I do," Laura breathed, running her lips down Sara's neck to her shoulder, scooping up one luscious breast in the palm of her hand. "I was longing for it too."

But before she could drop her mouth to it, Sara had embraced her and turned Laura onto her back, sliding upward so that she herself was on top. "Me first," she panted, grinning. "You always get to go first."

Surprised, but thrilled, Laura merely smiled and yielded her body completely, caressing Sara's hair and forehead, and watching Sara's thrillingly sensual lips crawl over her skin. Whether it was just because she was very tired, or feeling very sensual, Sara seemed to be moving in slow motion as she kissed Laura's naked body, exploring it lovingly and with painstaking care, while Laura lay back with the muffled, downstairs music pounding relentlessly in her ears, dreamily responding, even quivering, at the touch of these marvelous pillowy lips.

"Ohhh, I love the way you do that," Laura sighed to her, arching her back a little and quivering, very aroused by Sara's slow tenderness.

A soft, affectionate giggle arose from somewhere deep in Sara's body as she held both of Laura's small, perfect breasts in her hands. "Oh?" she teased Laura. "You like it when I suck this one? Like this?"

"Oh! God, yes."

"How about when I suck this one?"

"Yes! God . . . yes! Don't stop!"

Sara held Laura's breasts in both her hands, moving her incredibly sensual mouth from one nipple to the other and back, tonguing and sucking them and pulling them with her lips, until Laura was a moaning wreck. "Mmmmm, I'm not ever going to stop."

And she didn't, either. She seemed intent on making love to Laura's trembling, squirming body until dawn. After sucking Laura's wet, throbbing nipples for another two minutes, she slid up to kiss Laura again, while still fondling and squeezing her breasts.

"If you don't fuck me, I'm doing to die!" Laura groaned, grabbing Sara's face in her hands and kissing her fiercely, jamming her tongue deep into Sara's mouth.

Still Sara was coy, flirtatious, pulling back, her eyes smoking but her smile playful and devious. "Does this mean you want me to lick your pretty pink pussy? Or do you want me to 'fuck' you with one of those wonderful toys you have. If so, I guess we'll have to get dressed and go over to your place, since I only have my dull old vibrator here." She crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue to Laura, but not insolently. Instead, it was more of an invitation, a salacious one.

Desperate, Laura reached down and grabbed Sara's wrist, pulling up her arm, looking at her hand. "You have this, don't you? God, if you just breathe on my pussy, I'll come! You are killing me! I love you! I love the way you do it to me."

Sara looked deep into Laura's eyes, not speaking for a few seconds. The loud, hammering thunder of the music downstairs punctuated the silence. "I want to fuck you with my pussy," she finally said. "Like you did me."

Slowly smiling, Laura spread her thighs and held out her arms, beckoning Sara to carry out every last detail of her plan. Without taking her eyes from Laura's, Sara lifted one of her legs over Laura's thigh so that she could bring her crotch right into Laura's. They were looking straight at each other when their wet, warm, squishy cunts mashed together, and the electricity that flowed through their bodies at that moment was visible to each one in the other's eyes.

"Oh!" Laura gasped uncontrollably.

Even though she had gone through three delicious trib sessions with Shaniqua in the past few days, this moment was more intense than any of them because of the love involved. Moreover, she had been the aggressor each time with Shaniqua. And she had trib-fucked Sara several times in the past, but this was the first time Sara had taken the initiative on her own. Yielding her body to Sara this way filled Laura with such intense emotion, mingled with physical arousal, that she could bare contain her excited moaning.

"Ahhnnnnn . . . oh god Sara oh god yes it feels so good!" she panted, slowly gyrating her hips up into Sara's slow fuck-motions.

She had fucked Sara this way once, with Sara flat on her back, legs high in the air, while Laura leaned forward over her, jamming her pussy down into Sara's, almost raping her with violent love, and she quickly realized this was the moment Sara had alluded to just seconds ago. Like you did me. This way—with Laura flat on her back, Sara on top, Sara grinding, Sara's luscious, shadowy breasts and swollen dark nipples swaying above Laura's body, Sara's oozing, slippery cunt lips sliding back and forth across her own, Sara's eyes looking down, pulsing, throbbing with mesmerizing sexual excitement. A damp strand of hair stuck at a slantwise angle on her gleaming forehead made her appear even more stirringly sexy to Laura, who knew that just a little of this was going to pop her cork.

"Oh god, I'm going to come!" she half-whimpered, shocked herself to feel it arriving this quickly.

"Not yet," Sara said, speaking with difficulty through her panting, fucking Laura in a grinding, methodical, deliberate way. "Not . . .yet."

"Oh yes!

"Not yet . . . Laura," Sara panted. "I'm not finished."

Laura knew the feeling. She always wanted it to go on and on. She wanted to prolong this rapturous fucking as long as possible, squeezing every last ounce of pleasure out of it, giving her partner every last twinge of excruciating bliss that was possible too, stretching it out, pulling it into the future, until there was no escape from the pulverizing finish. In this case, she actually tried to hold it off. Sometimes you could do it, you could force it back, keep it away for a few more seconds by a sheer effort of will.

But not this time. No way. Sara, delirious with fuck-hunger herself, began pumping Laura more vigorously, so hard that the bed began to shake under them. Laura had her eyes tightly shut, exerting her will, trying not to come too fast, trying to wait until Sara got there too, but they fluttered open briefly. In the half light, Sara hovered over her, grinding and mashing her wet pussy down into Laura's, her luscious full breasts swaying more rapidly, swirling, her face contorted in a trance of deep sexual love, her body tense and driving with urgent lust.

The sight of her like this, and the feel of her wet, mushy cunt lips so slick and warm-slimy with mucus against her own, sent Laura almost immediately into a wrenching paroxysm of hot coming. There was no way she could stop it. The waves roiled up inside her womb and crushed her suddenly.

"Auunggghhhh!" she groaned, paralyzed for a second, then flipping and stretching spastically under Sara's driving, thrusting pelvis. "Ohhngghhh! Ungnngghaiiiiii! Auungghhh!"

She came in a blazing fury. Sara was still pumping, panting, groaning, her hands on Laura's body, her own body surging and striving to achieve this stupendous release too. Suddenly, she slumped forward onto Laura, twitching and yelping softly, her flesh shuddering everywhere Laura grasped it.

"Ohhnnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn . . . ohnnnnnn!" she moaned, quivering and coming in almost a deep swoon of ecstasy, her body pressed hard into Laura's, who held her and whimpered with her.

Laura's orgasm was swift and crushing, then gone as soon as it had arrived, but Sara's lasted and lasted. She lay trembling and moaning on top of Laura, and Laura held her, suddenly hearing again the thumping of the music downstairs, which had been momentarily overwhelmed by their screams. Sara was still twitching, still coming in soft, continuous shocks, whinnying quietly against Laura's cheek.

"Oh baby . . . oh my sweet darling . . ." Laura cooed to her, brushing the wet shank of hair from her forehead, kissing her cheek, feeling her body clench in yet another sharp aftershock.

Oh god, I know I can make her come again, she thought. Gently rolling Sara over and onto her back, she slipped down between Sara's yawning thighs, spreading Sara's swollen cunt open with her fingers and quickly slurping it to taste the copious nectars that her orgasm had expelled. This aroused Sara from her orgasmic trance long enough for her to look down at Laura.

"Ohhhhh . . . oh Laura yes!" she half-yelped, her body arching as fresh waves of sexual heat seemed to pass through her flesh. "Yes!"

This was enough for Laura, who realized it meant that Sara knew she could come again too and was only waiting for Laura to make it happen.

"Oh, I love you so much!" Laura gasped, unable to keep her ardor within her, forced to speak it, to shout it, to groan it.

"Do it . . . like you did to me . . . with your hand," Sara panted, almost delirious still with sexual craving, her body undulating, her hands squeezing her own luscious breasts hard.

Without even replying, but in a frantic hurry, Laura found her purse on the chair next to the bed where she had left it and extracted the small bottle of baby oil she always had there. She was back on the bed before Sara even knew she had gone, oiling her fingers, snapping the bottle shut, then snuggling down again between Sara's spread thighs.

Sara's small pussy was now gaping and glistening, all shiny magenta inside with juice, her thick black outer lips now puffier and plumper than usual, her hot core wet and pulpy and raw, so tempting that Laura could hardly keep her mouth from it. Sara was really wet enough for her to go ahead even without the oil, and she had fist-fucked her this way before, without it, but Laura wanted everything to go smoothly and quickly. With the oil on her fingers, they slid into the tight channel of Sara's cunt without resistance, until Laura's whole hand was inside, completely encased in the snug, warm, wet furrow.

She glanced up to see Sara's face gripped in a fierce, almost stunned seizure of terrible pleasure. Her eyes were rolling up spasmodically, jiggling in their sockets, almost as they did in one of her funny faces, but this time swirling uncontrollably, while rough, punctuated cawing sounds came from her constricted throat. Then they stopped swirling and caught Laura's gaze.

"Oh!" Sara whimpered. "Oh god . . . Laura!"

Laura, wasting no time, was gently twisting her hand inside Sara's pussy while kissing her thighs, her heaving belly, fucking her gently but insistently. "Oh yes, honey . . . oh I love your sweet sweet pussy."

Sara wasted no time either. She was still plateauing from her recent climax, and she began jamming her cunt down on Laura's wrist, gyrating and pumping almost immediately. Her gorgeous naked breasts swirled and jiggled as she twisted and undulated, and Laura could not keep her free hand from sliding up to one, grasping it, squeezing it, scissoring Sara's large black nipple with her fingers, while she kept up the pressure against Sara's clit with her wrist below.

Paradoxically, though the loud music from the party downstairs had seemed to disappear from their consciousness the first time, it was now relentless and maniacal, a fierce, primitive, rhythmic hammering below them that seemed to enhance and animate their own surging, gasping rhythm as Sara hurtled ever closer to her second Big O.

"Ohhhnn . . . ummphhggghhhh . . . oh . . . Laura!" Sara panted, her face contorted, her body straining and arching as she pushed her pussy down on Laura's hand. "Oh god . . . do it harder!"

"Yes, baby, yes."

"Do it . . . hard! Ungghhhh! Oh Laura . . . oh . . . I think—"

This was the first time in recent memory, Laura realized, that she and Sara had not been enfolded and enveloped in an almost mystical trance of deep emotion that frequently accompanied fist-fucking for her, and always had when she did it with Sara. Not that it wasn't there, in the background, a kind of constant, throbbing, cosmic radiation of glowing love that animated their every move. But this time the fucking was almost a violent, though loving, collision. Sara had come to trust Laura so much that she now felt herself able to let out the full depth of her lust, and she savagely pumped her pussy up and down on Laura's wrist until she simply exploded in a hot, spewing fury of rapturous coming.

"Aaannnggghhhh oh Jesus ungghhh auunngghiiieeeee!" she wailed, falling backwards and thrusting up with her hips at the same time, as if trying to make the penetration even more severe than Laura was already making it. "Auungghhh!"

Laura could actually feel the muscles inside Sara's pussy contracting around her fist, almost feel Sara's womb exploding in sharp pulsating spasms as an absolutely wrenching orgasm overwhelmed her. This time she experienced no aftershocks. The first killing blow lasted many seconds, but when it released her, she went slack and seemed briefly to lose consciousness, though Laura knew that was not true since Sara's eyelids were fluttering and her fingers twitching.

Carefully extracting her wet hand from Sara's very tight but slippery slit, then wiping it off on the blanket, she slid up to her face and kissed her, again massaging Sara's lovely breasts with her fingers, realizing that she had not had the opportunity to suck them once this evening, which was one of her greatest pleasures, so quickly had they succumbed to heated fucking, and more fucking. She dropped her mouth to them tenderly, licking one of Sara's gorgeous, huge black nipples, then sucking it gently, but Sara whimpered and slowly pushed Laura's mouth away.

"Ohhhhhhh . . ." she sighed. "I'm a little sensitive, honey. Everywhere. Feels like every nerve is throbbing. Could you wait?"

"I can never wait," Laura purred, nevertheless pulling back, gently rubbing Sara's soft, wet nipple with her fingertips to take away the warm spittle she had left, which she realized might begin to feel cold now. "But I will this once."

"You just want to kill me, that's all," Sara said, briefly crossing her eyes in a face reminiscent of some of her funniest ones, but this time weary and completely destroyed by sexual pleasure.

"I just want to hold you and love you, that's all," Laura whispered.

She could see Sara's eyelids already growing heavy, see her drifting toward slumber more quickly than either of them were prepared for.

"You knocked me out," Sara murmured drowsily. "I'm . . . fading."

"I'll wake you in time for work," Laura whispered.

Mercifully, the music downstairs had ceased. It was getting later, and the party appeared to be breaking up. Laura could hear people's voices on the sidewalk outside. Sara nodded absently, almost asleep already, to Laura's remark. Seconds later, she was out.

Laura pulled the sheet and blanket up over both of them and kissed Sara's forehead, watching her in the faint light from the street a long time before lying back to sleep herself.