Driving Gail home from her yoga class—Prentice's car was still not fixed, and Gail had asked Laura again for a ride—Laura tried to control the undercurrent of her desire for the girl, who was so exasperating that it was hard not to discard her completely.  On the other hand, who could resist a good challenge?  And there remained something wildly fetching about Gail, despite her apparent reluctance to return Laura's attentions.

"So . . . how come you let me kiss you in The Casbah last time?" Laura asked her.

Gail shrugged and gave her a you-expect-me-to-know-the-answer-to-everything? look.  "You wanted to."

"You didn't?"

Gail pursed her enchanting lips.  "I really didn't care.  I wanted to please you."

"You know what would really please me."

"I'm not ready for that yet."

"Long wait," Laura said, with a trace—only a trace—of bitterness.

Gail crinkled her nose.  "You're married.  You must get enough.  Anyway, what if she knew you're flirting with me?"

"She would kill me.  But she doesn't know.  She won't know."

"Cheating makes it more exciting, doesn't it."

"Don't be nasty."  Laura gave her a tight smile.  She pulled up in front of Gail's apartment house in the Mission.

"Want to come up?" Gail asked brightly.

Laura sighed wearily, not knowing if she could go through that again.  "Maybe not."

"Oh, come on!  It won't hurt you.  Maybe you can meet Prentice, or Emily.  I'll make us a cup of tea."

"I'd rather have a drink."

"We don't have any alcohol."  Gail frowned.  "Or, maybe we do.  Prentice and his buddies drink, now and then.  I think mostly beer."

Laura was already driving around the block, looking for a plausible parking space.  I should know better, she told herself.  It gives me the cobbeywobbles, she heard Gail saying.  I'm not ready for that yet.  On the other hand, she was very disappointed in herself for being so single-minded about sex.  Just because I want to fuck her doesn't mean I can't be friendly and civilized, she admonished herself.  There's more to life than fucking, I guess.  Just wish she weren't so cute. 

Usually Laura did not go for 'cute,' but Gail was an exception.  On the surface she was indeed cute; adorable, in fact.  She had a tight little boyish body, slim hips, darling butt; sometimes she wore her cascades of blond curly hair in big side-saddle pigtails that made her look about thirteen.  Laura, who had steered clear of the underage nymphet sirens for a while, was nevertheless wildly susceptible to the schoolgirl look.  She could not help remembering how the two schoolgirl cheerleaders, Joy and Carmela, had seduced her into the most hair-raising orgies.

Or 'orghees,' as Jane, another underage firecracker in her past, had called them.

She found a legal parking place about two blocks from Gail's apartment house.  They traipsed back together.  Upstairs, no one was home, as before. Gail went into the kitchen and reappeared holding a half-empty bottle of vodka.

"Guess what?  You're in luck, you old alky.  Prentice must've left this.  You like vodka?"

"Better than mother's milk," Laura smiled.  "Just drop a couple of ice cubes in it."

Gail returned with Laura's drink, handing it to her with distaste, as if it were some sort of poison that only people over thirty drank.

"You don't have to look so disapproving," Laura told her, taking a gulp.  "Why don't you join me?"

"Euuchh!  Put that stuff inside my body?"

I can think of a few things attached to me that I'd like to put inside your pretty little body, Laura thought.  She could feel the familiar stirrings in her groin; partly the liquor, party Gail's completely ingenuous but alluring presence.  She again wore the loose-fitting basketball jersey with the huge crimson number 43 on the back.  You could see almost nothing of her slim little body under it.  But I can dream, can't I? Laura thought.

"Won't hurt you," Laura told her.  "Not one drink.  Maybe it'll make you want to share another kiss with me in the Casbah."

"You can't get that out of your dirty old mind, can you," Gail snapped, grinning.

She abruptly took Laura's glass out of her hand and put it on the nearby table.  Then she took Laura's hand and pulled her almost roughly down the hall, to the room in the back, the famous Casbah.  She pulled Laura inside and pointedly took the red necktie from its hook and hung it on the outside doorknob before closing the door behind them.

"My my . . . here we are," Laura said, looking around.  "Kind of dark in here.  Shouldn't we turn on the light?"

"I thought you wanted to kiss me.  You smell like vodka.  Yuck."

"Vodka doesn't smell."

"Want to bet?"

"Turn on the light so I can see you to kiss you."

Without answering, Gail suddenly pulled the basketball jersey up over her head and threw it carelessly to the side.  She wore a black bra; not a fancy, filigreed one, but a simple black bra.  It was dim in the room, but Laura could still see her wonderful, gleaming dark skin, lots of it.  Gail bent both hands behind her back to open the clasp, but Laura pulled her close.

"Let me do that."

"Why?"

"I like your body.  I want to kiss you."

Gail's eyes, in the semi-darkness, were now large and pulsing with meaning.  She was giving in and wanted Laura to know what a big moment it was for her.  "No, you want to fuck me," she whispered.

"That too," Laura said, before drinking her mouth in a voracious kiss that lasted a good two minutes.

Gail kissed back, though tentatively.  She opened her mouth to Laura's tongue but did not stick her own tongue into Laura's.  Nevertheless, she was breathing harder by the time their mouths came apart.  Laura kissed her smooth neck and her ear while unfastening her bra clasp behind her back.  She could taste the residue of sweat on Gail's body left by her earlier yoga exertions.

"You taste good," she murmured.  "Like yoga sweat."

"You're sick," Gail giggled softly.  "Liking the taste of vodka and sweat."

"I like the taste of you."

Laura kissed her shoulders and her throat, peeling the bra straps off her body, sliding them down her arms.  Gail's naked upper body was supple and smooth, though still a little sticky in spots from the dried sweat.  It reminded Laura a little of the taste of Ashley's body, days earlier, though there was really no comparison, save that both were small and fairly lean, Ashley a little fleshier than Gail, and much darker.  Gail was not light complexioned, but not coal black either, like darling Ashley.

Laura filled both hands with Gail's small, firm breasts.  She rubbed them and squeezed them and lightly pinched Gail's large black areolas in her fingers and thumbs.  She cradled one small breast in her palm and dropped her mouth to it.  The light in the room was coming in only through the draped window, but their eyes were now growing used to the dimness, and Gail watched intently as Laura drew almost her whole small breast into her mouth.

Even though she was frequently a breast-sucking maniac, Laura for the moment moderated her fierce oral hungers, sensing Gail's reluctance, knowing that she had to be drawn gradually into this exciting event, to which she had finally consented.  She knew Gail well enough by now to realize that Gail might pull out at any moment, perhaps if things got too unexpected or intense. 

On the other hand, she was in ninth heaven herself, finally having Gail's lovely young breast almost completely inside her mouth for the first time.  She held it there as if it were something infinitely valuable, which it was, and stroked Gail's wet, large nipple with her tongue.  But Gail said nothing; not that she liked it, or she didn't.  She was silent, except for accelerated breathing.  Finally, she made a little gasp.

"You're . . . good," she gasped.

"You want to go over to the bed?"

"Yes."

The Casbah was definitely designed solely for fucking, especially, Laura presumed, gay man fucking.  As Gail had told her weeks ago, it had been arranged chiefly by her roommate Prentice, who brought his male friends there frequently.  It was, nevertheless, clean.  The bed was square in the middle of the room, no frame, taut white clean sheets.

"It's clean," Laura remarked.

"Prentice is a clean freak.  He has, I don't know, a dozen sets of sheets.  He puts a clean one on after every . . . you know . . ."

There were bottles and tubes of lubricant on the floor on each side of the box spring.  Within reaching distance, Laura reflected.  There were also dildos, a couple of them, one a monster.  And handcuffs.  And candles with candle holders.  Ah, she thought, he likes the romance of candle light.

"Emily brought the candles," Gail said, as if reading Laura's mind.  "She says they make you look like Angelina Jolie, all glowing and fuckable."

Laura was unbuttoning her own blouse, while trying and not trying to take her hungry eyes off Gail's delicious small breasts.  She laughed softly, dropping her blouse on the floor at her feet and starting on her skirt.  "You are glowing and fuckable without it," she murmured.

For the first time, Gail appeared to be shy, even though she was already half-naked.  She grinned at Laura and unzipped her jeans slowly.  "I'll bet you say that to all the girls you seduce."

"Wait a minute," Laura smiled.  "Who says I seduced you?  I never pushed you.  Not once."

"No," Gail nodded, agreeing.  "You're right.  Are we going to stop talking and do it, or what?"

They were finally both down to their panties: Laura's, pale green and lacy, Gail's, black and small, cut like a Speedo.  They faced each other, and Laura held out her arms.  Come to Mama.  Come and be ravished, you cutie.  Come and let me have what I've been longing for.

Tentatively, Gail took a step toward her.  Laura embraced her, and for the first time their naked breasts mashed together.  Laura kissed her searchingly.  "I've sure wanted to do this a long time," she murmured into Gail's neck.

"Do you think I'll be a lesbian forever after this?"

Laura laughed softly, again kissing her everywhere.  "I'm sure going to do my best to make that happen."

"I like fucking with Jason.  At least some of the time.  He's my boyfriend," she explained.  "He goes to UCLA."

"You told me.  Last time.  Remember?"

It somehow seemed to Laura that Gail was again trying to veer away from the moment at hand.  She kissed her ear, her shoulder, raised her hands again to Gail's wonderful, firm little breasts.  "Sorry," Gail murmured.  "Didn't mean to bring him up."

"Let's lie down on Prentice's bed here and see if we can't get this underway."  She drew Gail over to it and pulled her gently down on the sheet.  "You are so lovely and dark against this white sheet."

"Have you done it with a black girl before?"

"Yes."

"Are they better than white girls?"

Laura shut her up with a deep, passionate kiss, stabbing her tongue into Gail's mouth, trying to raise the heat and scour away the silly questions.

"No, I mean it.  Are they?" Gail persisted.

Instead of saying Why don't we find out?, as she wanted to say, she scooped up Gail's beautiful little breast in her palm, the one she had not touched with her mouth until now, having earlier, by the door, sucked the other one enough to tantalize them both.  She sucked this one almost completely into her mouth too, again stroking Gail's lovely, silky nipple with her tongue.

She sucked it for a full minute, not hard, but insistently, also squeezing the base of it with her fingers, since most of the firm ball was inside her mouth.  Gail said nothing but started breathing harder toward the end.  She made a tiny squeak deep in her throat as Laura finally released her shiny wet nipple from her mouth.  But immediately she sucked it back inside.

"Oh!" Gail whimpered, a shocked gasp.  "God . . . you are good," she gasped, repeating what she had said when Laura was sucking her other breast.

This Laura took for a green light.  Gail liked it.  Laura certainly liked it.  She spent the next several minutes mouth-mauling the girl's delicious breasts, not only sucking Gail's nice large black nipples but also peppering each small globe with hot kisses, squeezing them, lashing them with her tongue, sucking harder, feeling Gail's body squirm now the more her breasts were sucked, and the harder Laura sucked them.

By the time she looked up again, both of Gail's breasts were shiny wet with her saliva, and Gail's nipples were hard and jutting.  Gail's pretty face was contorted with seizures of physical pleasure Laura had not seen there until now. 

"God, that feels so good," she mewled.  "I think I'm going to like this.  Guys don't suck like you do."

"Mmmmm, I know," Laura slurped, going in for a further attack, sucking maniacally, wondering indeed if she was getting altogether too maniacal for this sweet young thing.  "I'm going to suck your pretty pussy the same way."

They were still both wearing their panties, but while she was sucking Gail's breasts, Laura had managed to slide one hand down the girl's body and had slipped her fingers under the elastic of Gail's panties, so that by now her whole hand cupped one full hard moon of Gail's beautiful ass.  She squeezed it.

Gail said nothing but squirmed a little more excitedly.  She had a way of squinting and tossing her head in a fit of pleasure, then quickly looking up again as the fit seemed to pass, then wincing or squinting and tossing her head again.  Another little spasm of pleasure, I guess, Laura thought.  She drew her hand around to the front, still under Gail's very brief panties, and felt the warm wet furrow of her pussy.  Gail was sopping wet.  She was ready for whatever Laura had in mind for her.

"I want to lick your pussy," Laura panted.

"I . . . I never . . . come when guys lick my pussy," Gail confessed.  "Of course . . . you do everything better than they do.  They always stop too soon."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Laura grinned.  "Here . . . let's get these off."

She skimmed the abbreviated black panties down Gail's perfectly shaped legs and flung them away.  Next she quickly slipped off her own, then swarmed over Gail's now-naked body in a hurricane of kissing and caressing and licking and sucking her smooth warm flesh everywhere, even loving the sticky/salty taste of her dried sweat. 

"Mmmmm, you taste like yoga practice," she purred, clutching both of Gail's hard round ass moons in her hands now and sliding down Gail's lovely, squirming young body, kissing her hard stomach, her mons, sliding between her lean thighs.  She spread away the damp black hair shrouding Gail's sweet pussy with her fingers, revealing a fiery open wet slit, hot pink inside and redolent of fuck-me perfume that filled her happy nostrils.

Without hesitation, she slipped her tongue in deep between the inner petals.  Gail twitched and gave a tiny gasp, a happy gasp.  "Ahhnnn!"

Laura had been waiting it seemed like months to get her mouth on this darling, evasive girl's delicious young pussy, and took this opportunity to devour it hungrily.  She didn't care what Gail said about not being able to come this way.  Or whatever, Laura thought, stabbing her tongue deep into the warm, buttery channel, sucking Gail's pussy lips, tongue-flicking her little clittie, which only now began to emerge from its tiny tent, swelling and engorging.  I'll bet you anything you come.  And in seconds, too.  Auntie Laura knows a trick or two, you cutie.

For all Gail's earlier evasions and innocent questioning, she now fell silent and yielded totally to Laura's skilled attentions, though propping herself up on her elbows to watching Laura's face between her silky dark thighs.  Laura didn't speak either.  This was serious pussy-eating business to her, and she was too busy exploring and kissing and sucking every part of Gail's lovely little oozing slit to think of saying anything.  She sucked and probed and licked and fingered Gail's tight little honey pot until after several minutes of it Gail was whimpering and mewling softly, and churning her pelvis slowly, her eyelids fluttering, her stomach palpitating, as the sensations grew more intense.

"Oh . . . oh Laura . . ." she gasped at one point.  "Oh god!" she groaned sharply, even pushing away Laura's mouth for a second by placing her palm on Laura's forehead.  "Oh . . . god!"

Laura smiled up at her, her mouth smeared with pussy juices.  "Going to come?"

"Oh . . ." Gail winced, and nodded.  "I think . . . I was."

"I think you were too."  Laura quickly began licking and sucking her pussy again, gently this time, having been pushed away, but confidently too, since she knew there was nothing now standing in their way.  Gail was going to climax in the next minute, she knew it.

But it did not happen.  Gail was right, it took her a long time.  As Laura grew to realize it, she also knew that it meant nothing to her; just a longer, more wonderful time before the inevitable finish.  She kissed her way back up the girl's lean and supple body to her mouth and gave her a searing kiss, clutching Gail's breasts again in her hands and swarming all over her, as if to let her know that this was a process, sometimes a lengthy one, that involved a lot of sensual pleasure along the way.  They coiled together, kissing, groping, and Laura began to massage Gail's puckered, wet pussy with two fingers while she kissed her.

"Ahhhnnnn!" Gail moaned softly, beginning to churn her hips rhythmically into Laura's hand.  "Ohhhh . . . yessssss!"

Laura sucked her earlobe and fucked her pussy a little faster with her hand.  Gail panted and twisted but gave no sign she was any closer to a climax.  But she was certainly enjoying Laura's caresses, Laura knew.  Her body was vibrant with need, tense with pent-up sexual fervor.  She panted and whimpered a little and squirmed under Laura, so desirable in the process that Laura feared she herself might come simply from beholding this darling girl in the throes of her sexual need.

After several minutes of this, Gail began to chant:  "Oh yes . . . oh yes!"

"Mmmm, honey," Laura nuzzled her neck under her ear.  "You are close."

"Oh yes!"  Gail writhed and shimmied, churning with her pelvis.  "Oh yes!  Oh yes!"

"Mama wants to suck your sweet pussy again."

"Oh yes!  Ungghhh!  Oh yes!  Hurry!"

Laura did know how to hurry.  Quickly, she slid down again between Gail's now-yawning thighs.  Again she parted the sticky, damp filaments of crotch hair that webbed over Gail's pussy with her fingers, then stabbed her tongue deep into the glistening dark pink inner slit, feeling Gail twitch and hearing her groan as the sensations swept through her clenching body.  If anything, her pussy was even more wet and swollen now than before.

"Unnrrrmmggh!"

Laura slid two fingers up into the warm, buttery channel, probing, and also sucking her clit, little hood and all, lashing it with her tongue.  Let's see if you have a little Gee! spot, as Allisha loves to call it, she thought, smiling.  I am going to make you explode in a thousand pieces, I hope!

"Annnuunnn!  Annuunnn!"

Laura said nothing, being wholly involved in a fervent lust assault.  She was determined that there would be no more waiting.  Now, honey, now!  Give in to it!  Let it happen!

Gail groaned and grunted, guttural, animalistic sounds that were so completely a polar opposite of her excessively cute and adorable appearance.  Then she winced, and clenched, and strained, and burst.

"Oh!  AUUNGGHHH!  Oh!  Oh!  AUUNGGHHH!"

She went briefly into sharp convulsions as a very powerful orgasm gripped her slender frame, shaking her, wringing tiny yelps and squeals from her lungs, contorting her cute face with sharp grimaces of extreme rapture. 

Laura rode it with her, smiling, her mouth still fastened to the girl's throbbing cunt, her fingers still pressing and rubbing the magic tissue inside, as Gail careened through this paroxysm of bliss to the end, a long, wrenching, then softly whinnying slide and a sighing, peaceful finish. 

Neither of them knew how long it had taken, but it was not quick.  Laura did not move, wanting Gail to experience the full extent of this terrific orgasm.  Finally, though, she had to move, pull back a little, slide up a little, kissing Gail's gleaming round bare shoulder.  "I guess that was an okay beginning, eh?" she murmured, continuing to kiss Gail's neck, her chin, her cheek, her forehead.

Gail still seemed stunned and did not reply.  Her black eyes were glassy, her breath still a little labored.  Her body, however, was completely slack and pliant and relaxed in Laura's arms.  When Laura kissed her mouth, she kissed back lazily, almost having to be awakened long enough to do it.  Laura had seen this before on a few occasions: a newbie who was so overwhelmed and stunned by her first lesbian orgasm that she completely zoned out for a few minutes.  Laura was in no hurry and let her revive on her own time.

She felt Gail's lips moving against her neck.  "Laura . . . I don't think I want to do it with Jason any more," Gail murmured, almost inaudibly.  "I think . . . I only want to do it with you."

Laura grinned.  "You are so sweet," she murmured back, cupping one of Gail's delectable naked breasts in her palm and brushing her cheek with her lips.  "I'm glad you liked it."

"I liked it," Gail breathed and smiled.  "I liked it very much."

"If you're good, I'll give you another one."

Gail smiled even wider.  "You know, I've never come more than once.  Never.  I mean at the same time.  Usually guys want to get up and run or shoot hoops or something anyway.  I don't think they're interested in doing it more than once."

"I am," Laura kissed her lovely collar bone, her throat, her chest, on her way again to those scrumptious little breasts.  "Here . . . you help me, I help you."

She drew Gail's right hand down to her crotch.  It was a slightly aggressive gesture, she knew, but she also figured that in Gail's present state of sweet satiety, she would not resist, would perhaps even welcome the chance to give Laura pleasure too.  And she was right.  Without even a word, Gail dipped two fingers into Laura's swollen wet pussy and began to rub her suggestively.

"Oh!  Yes!" Laura gasped, unable to keep her head from tipping back, her eyes from closing briefly.  "Yes yes!"

She began to undulate.  She parted her thighs even further to make Gail's access easier, and Gail accordingly began to rub her clit a little faster and a little harder.  "You're going to come, Laura," she murmured against Laura's neck.  "Is this working?  Am I doing it right?"

"Oh, yes!  Unhhh!"

No further words were necessary.  Laura had known she was wound tight, all from the excitement of having fucked Gail for the first time, but she had not given a thought to how close she actually was to a climax.  Gail's fingers on her pussy had further fueled the simmering fire, and now she was churning and gurgling and gasping and . . . suddenly . . . coming, shocked and crippled by a sharp uprush of surging honeyfire that pulsed throughout her straining body.

"Ahhnnnggggg!  Ohnnnmmnnngg!  Oh!  Oh . . . shit . . . honey!  Yes!  Ommnggg!"

Finally, she stopped thrashing, but was still panting heavily.  Gail was perfectly quiet and motionless.  Her fingers were still inside Laura's pussy, but not moving.  She pecked Laura on the cheek.  "Well.  Guess I did it okay."

"You did it beautifully," Laura smiled, grabbing Gail by the back of the head and mashing her mouth into hers, thrusting her tongue deep into Gail's mouth.

This kiss turned from an exuberant expression of gratitude into a scorching explosion of passion.  Instead of slaking her lust for the girl, her orgasm had only fanned Laura's flaming hunger.  "I want you again!" she breathed.

"You . . . are so hot, Laura," Gail said, apparently half-astonished.  "How can we do it again so quick?"

But Laura already had one of Gail's small, beautiful breasts almost completely inside her mouth and could not reply.  She sucked it maniacally, and Gail responded by whimpering happily and caressing Laura's forehead with her fingertips.

"Don't you think we should rest, and take a shower, or something?  I'm all sticky.  You're getting sticky too."

Only a few days earlier Laura had spent a thrilling few minutes in the shower with Ashley, fucking and roaring and laughing and licking water off each other.  But now she still had to drive home, across the bridge.  The weather, after days of broiling heat, had dropped twenty degrees, and she would have damp hair.  It all sounded somehow unappealing, though a romp with this delicious cutie in the water was wildly tempting.

"Let's do it next time," she murmured, after releasing Gail's darling little saliva-wet breast from her mouth.  "I don't want to get my hair wet."

Gail pouted.

"Don't pout."  She kissed her neck again, her throat.  "I want to have you again.  I want to make you come again.  You are so beautiful when you come."

Gail crinkled her nose, cuter than ever.  "Cute.  That's all I am.  Am I cute when I come?  How disgusting!"

"No.  You're not cute.  You're beautiful, as I said."  Although, Laura demurred to herself,  she was pretty cute.  Gail had a desperate little squint just before and during her climax that was kitten-cute.  "Maybe we should use one of Prentice's little toys."  Laura leaned across the bed and fished one of the dildos up from the floor.  "Here, how about this one?"

It was a moderate-sized dildo, not the bigger one.  Gail got a guilty-looking smile on her face.  "I don't know, I think I'd rather have the other one."

Laura promptly dropped the first dildo and picked up the second one.  "This one?"  It was about two inches longer and an inch thicker.

Gail nodded, looking at the ripply shaft as if she had always secretly wanted to feel it ramming into her.  Or maybe I'm just projecting, Laura thought.

"I don't know, can we be sure they're clean?" she asked Gail.

"Are you kidding?  I told you, Prentice is a clean freak.  For all I know he surgically sterilizes those things after each use.  Really, you can't even leave a crumb on the counter or a used glass in the sink.  He's clean."

"That's all I needed to hear, my darling," Laura purred, dropping the dildo on the sheet and enfolding Gail in her arms, mashing her own naked breasts against Gail's, one of which was still damp from her mouth.  "I'm going to fuck you with my big dick," she teased in a sexy whisper.

Gail smiled and giggled softly.  "I like you, Laura.  You're one of the few people who want to fuck me who I actually like."

"All guys, I guess.  Right?"

Gail nodded.  "There are probably chicks too, but I don't know who they are.  Except the ones that chase me around the store.  And you, of course."

"You are a hot little piece."  Laura playfully pinched one splendid round ass moon.

"I don't try to be," Gail giggled again, squirming away.  "I just . . . am, I guess."

"You are . . . you are . . ." Laura murmured, kissing her everywhere.

They clutched each other, mashing their naked bodies together, kissing hungrily.  Laura's hands were all over Gail.  There was so much of this tight smooth little dark body that she had not yet explored.  And she had wanted to for such a long time.  She squeezed both of Gail's taut grapefruit ass cheeks in her hands, and ran a suggestive forefinger up and down in the crack between them, tickling Gail's pinched little rosebud and making her squeal softly and wriggle away.

"Don't!" Gail laughed.

"Why not?"

"I . . . don't like it."

"Yes, you do.  I felt you quiver and clench."

"That means I don't like it."

"Mmmmm."  Laura pulled her close again, sucking her neck.  "Maybe you'd like it if it were my tongue instead of my finger."

"Why does everyone want to fuck you in the ass?  You're as bad as a guy."  But Gail was still laughing softly.

Laura now unloaded her own fake pout, featuring a droopy lower lip.  "I thought you said I was better."

Gail softened.  "You are better.  But I don't want you to fuck me in the ass."

"Not even with my tongue?"

Gail shook her head, tilting it, giving Laura one of her most adorable squint-smiles.  "But you can . . . use that.  If you want to."  She glanced down at the big dildo on the sheet.  "Not in my ass, though."

"Mmmm."  Laura grabbed her and wrestled her onto her back.  "My baby wants to be rammed full of dick."

Gail half whimpered and turned solemn, her dark eyes smoking.  "I do."

But Laura did not jump on it immediately.  After all, they had just had a happy little first bout of girl-girl fucking, and Gail had loved it. Let her get used to this sensual squirming and kissing and rubbing and all-body mating before she yielded to Laura's inner loving rapist, yielding up that beautiful little pussy to the rampaging monster that now lay quietly on the sheet at their feet.

"I want to kiss you and squeeze you and feel you everywhere," Laura murmured to her, enfolding her naked body in sweet, tender wrestling holds while allowing her hungry mouth to roam.

And Gail responded as if this were a totally new experience for her, as if no one had ever wanted every inch of her before, as Laura clearly did.  Nobody was counting, but this kissing and squirming and embracing and sucking and slurping seemed to go on for ten minutes or more.  Laura no longer threatened—even playfully—an anal invasion, but she did manage to get her mouth all over those smooth grapefruit moons, kissing and sucking them passionately, and making Gail whimper and moan in the process. 

It was in this position, with Gail's peerless posterior slightly elevated and vulnerable while Laura licked and sucked every firm round inch, that Laura decided to move on with the main event.  She reached down with one hand to grab the dildo that Gail had personally selected, and then effortlessly slid the whole long, thick shaft into the girl's puckering wet black-lipped pussy, not stopping until her fingertips brushed the wiry filaments of Gail's crotch hair. 

"Unhhhh!" Gail gave a loud, prolonged groan as it penetrated her, but Laura could see the pleasure grip her face as she grimaced and closed her eyes.  "Ohhh . . . shit!"

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh, Laura."

Slowly, Laura began to fuck her with it, mesmerized by the sight of the thick, now glistening, wet, salmon-colored shaft forcing Gail's pussy lips apart, engorging her, sliding in, the lips clinging to it as she drew it back out, then pushed it in again, feeling Gail's body clench and quiver.  After her initial groan, Gail fell silent, except for her rough, accelerated breathing.  Looking up, Laura could see her with her cheek pressed to the sheet, gritting her teeth, wincing, then half-smiling as the wince turned into deep pleasure, quickly succeeded by another tight wince.

"Oh!" she finally peeped, not a moan so much as a strangled gasp.

"Mmmmm, I love your beautiful ass," Laura purred, resuming the pure pleasure of kissing and sucking Gail's delicious hard round moons as she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her body.  "I love your beautiful body."

"Mmee!" Gail peeped softly again, how swirling her whole lower body gently back and up into Laura's thrusts.

They quickly settled into a smooth rhythm that clearly delivered to Gail the sublime pleasure that was suffusing her pretty face as she slowly bucked her rear end back and up into Laura's patient thrusting.  Push it in; slowly pull it out. Nip, bite, and suck one delicious round dark buttock, then the other.  Ram her a little harder, since she is now whooping softly and swirling her pelvis in a tight circle instead of slowly bucking.  No hurry . . . no hurry.  Gail was not quick.  They already knew that.  It would take her a little while.  Oh good! Laura thought.  The longer, the better!  I love fucking you, darling.  Any way I can.

Minutes passed while they explored every sensation available from this position.  It had been, Laura realized, a long time since she had fucked any partner from the rear with a hand-held dildo, and she accordingly thrilled to the possibilities, being monstrously oral and desperately needing to kiss and suck every inch of her lover.  She kissed not only Gail's peerless ass cheeks but also the sleek, smooth backs of her clenching thighs, and her lower back, her dimpled sacrum, then let her lips move higher to the long upper groove of her spine, until she was pressing her own naked body into Gail's back and also fucking her more and more rapidly and roughly with the dildo, really jamming it into her.

"Unh!  Unh!  Ohhnng!" Gail gasped, twisting and writhing a little more wildly under Laura's pressing body.

In the midst of their heated squirming and panting, Laura managed to twist Gail onto her back and now began to maul her with hungry kisses while she accelerated the tempo with the dildo.  She loved Gail's small breasts and again tried to swallow each one, while Gail whooped and churned deliriously underneath her, her hips now bucking wildly up into Laura's plunging dildo.

"Oh!  Oh!"

"Yes . . . yes, honey!" Laura panted to her, releasing one love-tortured black nipple long enough to encourage her.

Gail took a long time, a long lovely time, but she was finally there, or almost.  Her lean body quivered and surged.  She dug her heels into the mattress and shimmied her pelvis, groaning as Laura plunged the dildo deep into her engorged pussy. 

"Mmmnnggeeee!  Mmmnnggeee!" she suddenly began keening, even before her body began to flex and jackknife in the grip of a fierce, finally arriving orgasm. 

She shook and shuddered.  Little pinched-off squeals came from deep in her chest, almost inaudible, as a truly powerful climax crunched her, more powerful than the one she had had earlier.  Laura looped one arm around her neck and pulled her close, hugging her roughly as the flipping, straining, sharp clenching of her sweet flesh overpowered her and left her gasping and mewling.

"Nnnnnuunnnnmmmm . . ." Gail hummed incoherently, her eyes rolling up, her body still acting on its own, twitching, quivering, then going slack against Laura, who still held her tightly. "Ohhhmmmnnggg!"

Sometimes it's almost too much to bear, isn't it, darling? Laura smiled, smoothing stray strands of hair away from Gail's gleaming forehead, then kissing her face everywhere.  "You are beautiful when you come," she whispered to her.

Gail did not respond.  In fact, she did not even show much awareness for another minute or so, still sunk deep in her aftermath reverie of bliss.  When her eyes finally did blink open, they were dark and shiny with trailing sparks of rapture.  Then, after staring into Laura's eyes for a long moment, she said only one thing: "God."

"God had nothing to do with it, darling," Laura murmured, kissing her smooth dark brown cheek.  "Hold still while I pull this out."

"I don't mean god," Gail winced as Laura extracted the thick, wet shaft from her pussy.  "I mean . . . shit, I don't know what I mean.  That was the best fuck of my life."

Laura lay the wet dildo gingerly on the floor beside the bed.  "You're still pretty young, my love."  She embraced Gail, kissing her mouth not with smoldering passion this time but a more sisterly affection. 

"I've been fucking since I was sixteen," Gail gave her a sharp, sarcastic grin.  "I know I look cute and innocent, but I was an early starter.  Guys love to fuck a cute little underage tart like me.  I've never had an orgasm like that."

Laura's hands were again all over Gail's body.  "Here's to many more," she murmured.  "And here's hoping I get to help."

Both of them, however, nearly jumped out of their skins when there was a loud series of raps on the door.  "Hey!  Gail!  Is that you?"  The male voice was muffled but loud.

"Prentice," Gail said softly to Laura, though without alarm.  "Fuck him.  I live here too.  I have a right to use this room."

Again the loud rapping.  Some more muffled, incoherent words.  Gail began fishing her clothes up off the floor.  Laura, following her lead, did the same.

"How long have we been in here?" Gail asked her.

"Darling, I haven't the faintest.  You make time stand still."

Gail was almost already dressed, since she held her underwear dangling from one hand.  Laura took a little longer.

"Shut up, Prentice!" Gail hollered in the direction of the door when he knocked on it insistently again.  "We're coming out!  Shut the fuck up!"

The knocking stopped.  Laura struggled into her clothes and patted her hair with both hands, wondering how slutty and decadent she looked.  Gail looked on, amused.  "Ready?" she asked.  "You look fine.  Prentice and his boyfriend will know you took my lesbian cherry.  I like the way you look.  Like a super model sex machine."

"Oh god, not really!" Laura blushed.

"No, not really."  Gail came close and tiptoed up to kiss her, reminding Laura of the difference in their heights.  "You look like the girl who just gave me the best orgasm I ever had."

"Well, that's something, I guess," Laura said, still slightly flummoxed at having to emerge from this room looking all disheveled and guilty.

Gail opened the door.  There was no one directly outside.  She replaced the red necktie on its hook inside the Casbah.  Laura followed her down the darkened hallway into the front room, where they found two young men in their twenties lounging together on the leather sofa, leafing with exaggerated boredom through magazines. 

"Sorry, Gail," said one of them, a fairly handsome guy with steel blue eyes and a crewcut.  His friend was an East Indian young man with feminine features and flashing obsidian eyes.  He appeared embarrassed, and Laura, who felt the same, could certainly understand why.  "I thought you guys were, maybe, finished.  This is Vijay."

Laura and Gail nodded at the shy Vijay.

"This is Laura," Gail said.  Laura caught a little smirk as she said it, as if she were acknowledging that raging sex had just occurred between her and Laura.  So if you heard me groaning, she was telling Prentice, its only payback for all those times I've had to sit through your disgusting theatrical orgies.  Now we're even.

"Finished now?" Prentice asked, also with a smirk he made no effort to hide.

"I'm afraid we had to use one of your . . . things," Gail said.  "The big long thick one.  You might want to clean it off."

Prentice grinned.  But he said nothing.  Laura could see him calculating how he would tease Gail in the future for this.  "Thanks for the tip," he said.

"I'm going to walk Laura to her car."

"Nice meeting you, Laura," Prentice said, standing up as she and Gail headed for the door.

Down on the sidewalk, she said to Laura, "Next time let's try to find somewhere else to do it."

"I don't know, that wasn't so bad," Laura said, instantly realizing all the difficulties involved.  Since she would not have sex where she lived with Makeeda (except for the one horrible mistake she had made with Ashley), she was quite familiar with the difficulties one faced in finding appropriate places to love her darlings.

"It was terrible.  Didn't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Well . . . yes.  A little.  But we could find times when he's not as likely to be there."

"I guess you can't kiss me goodbye out here," Gail pouted.  "Too bad we didn't do it in there."

"In front of them?"

"No.  I meant in the Casbah."

Laura pulled her into the shadowy alcove provided by the door into a locked shop.  She kissed her with deep sexual passion.  "I can't wait until next time," she whispered.

"Me either," Gail beamed back at her.