[Bonnie]

[Makeeda]

 

 

 

"I don't think we can see each other any more," Bonnie said.  Out of the blue.  Without segue, or even a softening glance.  They were sitting in Laura's car outside Bonnie's apartment house in Oakland.  Bonnie stared straight ahead, out the windshield.

You let me give you a ride home so you could tell me we can't see each other any more? Laura wanted to ask her testily, as she tried to recover from her initial shock.  She swallowed and tried to keep her pulse from accelerating further.

"Why?"  Then, before Bonnie could answer: "Don't tell me.  Meredith doesn't like you seeing me."

Bonnie looked straight ahead.  Laura wanted to devour her.  She couldn't remember a moment in her life exactly like this, but she knew it was true that if a person rejected you, you thereupon wanted that person more fiercely than ever.  She had first known Bonnie as a shy, self-effacing but unaffected and gorgeous little sandwich shop girl with a fantastic ass and high cheekbones that made Laura's pussy turn to soup.  As a favor to Laura, Nyomi had got Bonnie a job with the city's Redevelopment Agency, and taken a direct interest in getting her to 'dress for success,' and since then Bonnie in her crisp white blouses and neat tailored skirts and tennis shoes with white ankle socks had become a thrilling beacon of lust to Laura.  Sitting here now, staring at her profile and wanting to lick every inch of her smooth black skin, as smooth as a baby's bottom, and velvet to the touch, Laura could only struggle to get a handle on her physical desire.

Meredith was a co-worker of Bonnie's at the RDA whom Laura had christened (only to herself) 'Butch Blondie' after seeing them together one afternoon, walking to the BART station.  Evidently, she thought sourly, the woman had some charms that were not visible on the surface.  She fucks my darling and makes her happy! she thought with a sudden squirt of hot jealousy.

"You're right, she don't," Bonnie broke through Laura's reveries.  "She thinks you're using me."

"Using you!"  Laura was outraged.

Bonnie turned her head and smiled at her, as if they both knew Laura was a big fraud.  "I didn't say it wasn't . . . fun," she said, after searching for a word. 

"I'm not using you!" Laura insisted, a little too vehemently.

Bonnie did not stop smiling, though it wasn't a mean or superior smile.  "I didn't say I didn't like it," she repeated.  "But . . . it makes things kind of difficult.  With her."

"Just tell her to get over it," Laura snapped.  Honestly!  This cunt!  Telling my honey who she can see and who she can't.

Bonnie didn't flinch.  "She loves me."

"She loves you," Laura chortled dismissively.  "Right."

"She does."

"So that gives her the right to say you can't see me?"

Laura realized there was a cloudy film of incipient tears in her eyes.  Was this her usual stab at cheap manipulation, which she knew she was capable of at such moments?  Or was it a genuine upwelling of real emotion, real loss? 

Bonnie put a hand on her arm.  "Look, Laura.  You got your wife Makeeda.  Right?  And you got Nyomi.  You don't see me that much any more anyway.  Right?  I . . . got myself a honey, just like you do.  You even told me not to wait around just in case you get free.  I can't just sit up there waiting for you to have time for me.  You see?"

Laura nodded, sniffling.

"It don't mean I'm not grateful for everything you did for me.  Getting me this job and all."

Oh?  And how about fucking you to ninth heaven about a hundred times! Laura wanted to flash back at her.  Control yourself, Laura, you petty jealous little shit, she thought.  You are despicable.  "Nyomi got you the job," she said, wearily, feeling a dull ache inside her chest.

"She did it because you asked her.  We both know that."  Dead silence.  "Anyway . . . maybe I better go."

Bonnie started to open the door of the car to exit. 

"No.  Wait."  Laura touched her arm.  Just the feel of Bonnie's smooth skin against her fingertips was enough to elevate her lust meter into the stratosphere at a moment like this.  I'm losing her!  I'll never have her again!  I want her so badly!  I want to hold her, and kiss her!

Bonnie turned her head back, waiting.

"One . . . last kiss," Laura said, in a desperate stab at something, anything to keep her there.  It was all so final.

Bonnie shook her head.  "Can't do it."  She smiled.  "You know I can't do it."

"Why?  Because then you'll want me?"

Bonnie nodded.  "Ain't easy, you know.  Saying this to you."

Laura slowly nodded back.  "I know."  She patted her arm.  "Go.  Have a good life.  I . . . I'll really miss you."

Now Bonnie's eyes welled up with brief tears, even though Laura's had vanished without spilling moments earlier.  "Me too."

Then she scooted out of the car and shut the door behind her, walking away toward the entrance to her building without looking back.

 

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For ever after this, Laura would wonder how she got home.  How she drove there without knowing what she was doing.  It was so strange that little Bonnie would have this effect on her.  She adored her, of course, and was truly stricken by this development, but Bonnie had never been a Sara, or Makeeda, or even a Nyomi or Deshona, to her.  That she should feel so cast aside, so suddenly irrelevant, was a big blow not only to her ego but to her deep affection for the girl.  Part of her already hated Bonnie for allowing herself to be so easily stolen by another.  The better part of her, however, smiled over the bittersweet knowledge that Bonnie now apparently did have someone who 'loved' her, which Laura would never do, it was clear.  At least not in the way Bonnie needed to be loved.

There was a lot, besides Dubai, to digest. 

She may not have known how she did it, but she eventually arrived at home and heard the shower running in the back as she let herself in the front door.  Oh god, did I leave it on! was her first thought.  But then she spotted Makeeda's luggage by the sofa.  She had not expected her for another two or three days since Makeeda had told her she was stopping off in L.A. on her way back from a concert engagement in Seattle.  God, maybe it's good thing Bonnie gave me the old heave-ho, she thought guiltily.  Otherwise she and I would be fucking our hearts out this very minute.

But she quickly shed these thoughts as she moved quietly, grinning, toward the bathroom, removing each piece of her clothing one by one as she went.  The cats peeked at her as she passed, but she was a familiar item and they went on about their business, which was sleeping, endless sleeping.  She was almost naked, down to her panties, by the time she reached the bathroom door.  Inside, in the shower, Makeeda was singing.

"If you could see me now, you'd know how blue I've been,

One look is all you'd need to see the mood I'm in.

Perhaps then you'd realized I'm still in love with you . . . "

Laura could feel the song right down deep in the core of her being.  It stopped her in her tracks.  Of course, she reasoned, Makeeda was a singer, a professional singer.  People paid to hear her sing, and thus strike sorrow and longing into their hearts too, so there was no reason Laura should not respond that way.  Oh god, I'm married to this fantastic person! she realized.

Still, she got a grip on herself.  Stepping quietly out of her panties, she parted the back part of the shower curtain from the tile and stepped in behind Makeeda, who was a shocking vision of beauty, all shiny and wet and dark brown and curvy and glistening as the water poured off her taut, splendid flesh.  Laura knew that Makeeda knew she was there, but Makeeda kept singing as if Laura were not present.

"If you could see me now, you'd find me being brave,

And trying awfully hard to make my tears behave.

But that's quite impossible, I'm still in love with you."

Laura stepped closer and pressed her naked breasts into Makeeda's wet back, kissing the wet upper slopes of her shoulders and sliding her hands under Makeeda's arms and around her body to cup her amazing, perfect, slippery-wet breasts.  Sometimes she allowed herself to forget momentarily that this woman had an almost perfect body, apparently just so she could reawaken in herself the gasp reflex, the stirring realization that this body she touched was almost the pinnacle of physical beauty.

"Laura . . . is that you?" Makeeda asked, playfully stopping in mid-song.

Laura sucked the water off her neck, squeezing Makeeda's breasts and lightly pinching her thick, large nipples.  "No.  I live up the street and have been stalking you for years now, hoping for a chance to rape you like this," Laura growled.  "Your beautiful body is now mine."

"Oh dear," Makeeda giggled.  "What will I do?  I'll cry for help."

Laura sucked the other side of her neck, pushing the matted, water-beaded thick hair away.  She gave her best Bela Lugosi impression: "I vill sssuck your blud!"

Laughing, Makeeda turned and embraced her, sucking Laura's neck.  "I'll suck yours, too."

"Oh god, you got home early!" Laura gasped, now soaked by the shower water, her hair quickly matted to her head.

"I missed my baby."  Makeeda kissed her ravenously.  "Oh . . . I missed my baby so much!  How can I live without you?"

Laura kissed her back heatedly, pushing her now wet body into Makeeda's delicious wet shiny flesh.  "Fortunately, you don't have to."  Her hands ran all over Makeeda's wet body.  The lovely warm shower water beat down on them both.  "You have a choice.  Either you get it here and have to come standing up . . . or we dry off and go in on the bed."

Makeeda laughed softly, looking briefly bashful.  "You won't believe this, but the only times I've ever come standing up in the shower were with you.  Nobody ever did me in the shower before you."

Laura pushed her playfully against the tile wall, running her hands up Makeeda's body to her breasts and squeezing them harder now, pinching her wet nipples.  "Should I take that for a 'yes'?  Do me in the shower, baby?"

Makeeda's eyes burned into hers, throbbing with sex and love.  She nodded.  "Yes.  Yes."

But Laura had hardly waited for an answer.  Her mouth was all over Makeeda's luscious body, drinking and sucking and licking her flesh everywhere, dropping to her magnificent breasts and squeezing and sucking them thirstily, sucking Makeeda's swelling dark nipples deep into her mouth, and exulting in the sound of Makeeda's breath whistling past her clenched teeth, loud enough in punctuated gasps to be heard over the hiss of the shower water.

She had done this a few times in the past, as Makeeda had acknowledged, and knew she could make Makeeda come very quickly this way.  Good thing, too, since they had to finish before the warm water ran out.  Her hand had already slid between Makeeda's hard muscled thighs and found her wet oozing slit, all buttery and warm to her fingers, and she scissored Makeeda's clit between them as she sucked her nipples.  This was a quick, passionate love assault, and Makeeda's wet body responded accordingly, flexing and quivering as Laura aroused needs in her that were close to the surface, only awaiting the appropriate caress to awaken.

"Unh . . . unh . . ." Makeeda panted, feeling Laura's lips descend, kissing their hungry way down her stomach to her crotch.  "Oh god, you're good!  Oh god, Laura, I've missed your mouth."

Laura was too busy to reply.  Her mouth and hands were everywhere on this delicious, wet body, probing, sucking, licking, descending.  She parted the wet fluff of Makeeda's crotch hair with her fingers and drove her tongue up into Makeeda's open wet slit, making Makeeda briefly sag against the tiled wall of the shower stall.

"Unnhhhhh!" she gasped helplessly, her frenzied fingers clutching Laura's wet head, digging into Laura's scalp.  "Oh fuck . . . yes!  Unhhhh!"

Laura realized that Makeeda was going to come even more quickly than she had anticipated.   Sometimes it happened that way, especially the first time, after she had returned from one of her trips.  She had freely confessed to Laura that she had no sex life on the road, no cheating, no flirtations or one-night stands, being either too tired or too preoccupied with her career; and so, upon arriving home to Laura, she was a tinder keg, just waiting for a spark.  Laura was the spark, and pleased to be one. 

But right now her bare knees were being chewed up by the tile floor of the shower.  Quickly, trying not to break the rhythm, she groped outside the shower curtain for a bath towel, which she swiftly deployed as a cushion, sopping wet though it was, on the floor under her.  Then she returned with double the passion to her task, sliding two fingers up into Makeeda's greasy, swollen channel, and sucking her clit while she finger-fucked her rapidly, almost roughly.  It didn't take long.  Makeeda was coming in seconds, clenching and gasping and sputtering as the rockets of pleasure jolted her wet body, making her wet flesh smack against the slick tiles of the shower stall.

"Aaayyyuunnggg!  Ohhmmnnggg!" she coughed and gulped and shuddered through a cascading spate of orgasmic convulsions, her body quaking as Laura pinned her to the wall of the shower, unwilling to let her spasms cause her to slide down or fall.  "Unmmgg!  Oh!  Oh . . . shit!  Oh . . . Laura!" Makeeda gasped, falling forward a little and clutching Laura for support. 

:Laura clung to her, kissing her neck, her shoulder, her ear, ardently, with deep, searing passion.  "I love you," she gasped, also over-excited by this thrilling moment.

"Oh god . . . I . . . "  Makeeda winced, pierced by a final, sharp aftershock.  "Oh god, I love you too.  God, we have to do this on the bed in the future," she gurgled into Laura's neck, laughing as the release from tension spread throughout her body.  "That one nearly killed me.  I thought I was going to collapse."

"I had you," Laura reassured her, reaching over to shut off the shower water, which by now was turning a little tepid.  "I would never let my baby fall."

They clung together in the silence, now that the shower was turned off, dripping and clinging and kissing.  "Let's go in on the bed," Makeeda whispered.  Everything seemed so solemn and quiet, now that the shower water was no longer filling the bathroom with noise and steam.  "I think we're not finished."

"I know we're not," Laura smiled, pushing the shower curtain aside and reaching for a fresh and dry towel.

 

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Laura's staff assistant came to the door of her small office.  "There's someone in the lobby downstairs asking to see you."

"Name?"

"Holland.  Ms. Holland."

Laura gulped and tried not to blush.  Of course her staff assistant had not the faintest idea who Bonnie Holland was.  But Laura nearly fell off her chair.  "I'll . . . take care of it," she said, getting up.  "I guess I'll just go down there and see what she wants."  She smiled tightly at her assistant.  "Old friend."

In the lobby, Bonnie was sitting demurely on one of the leather sofas near the security station where visitors were told to wait.  Laura had another opportunity to feel little heart pangs and pussy twinges just looking at her from afar in her crisp white shirt and white ankle socks and tennis shoes.  And of course her short skirt had ridden up a little, exposing her lovely, glossy black thighs.  I've had my head between those delicious thighs, Laura thought as she crossed the lobby and sat down next to her.

"What a sweet surprise," she said, smiling at Bonnie.  "To what do I owe this visit?"

She recalled that in the past Bonnie had always been too shy and skittish to actually enter the building where Laura worked, preferring to lurk around the front doors in hopes of catching Laura on her way out.  Those had been the days when she had considered herself only a marginal little sandwich shop girl, unworthy of the attentions of someone who dressed like Laura and worked on the twenty-fourth floor for some giant corporation.  Now that she was a city employee with a better paycheck and wardrobe herself (thanks initially to Nyomi), she had apparently conquered her fears enough to march right up to the security desk and request an audience with Laura.  Well, we've come that far, at least, Laura reflected, thinking again with moderate hostility of Meredith, her enemy and rival for Bonnie's sexual favors.

"I came down here on my lunch hour.  Shopping," Bonnie lied, averting her eyes.  Laura realized it was noonish.  She had temporarily forgotten about her own lunch.  "Just thought I'd . . . say hello."

"Well, hello.  Hello hello hello," Laura beamed at her.  "Maybe if you can wait five minutes, I can go grab my stuff and come back down and join you for lunch."

Bonnie shook her head.  "Got to get back.  They hate it if you late getting back from lunch.  Just . . . wanted to see you, that's all."

Laura's heart melted.  It absolutely melted on the spot.  So much for that witch Meredith, she thought spitefully.  "Maybe . . ." she found herself suggesting, "we could . . ."

What was she going to say?  She couldn't offer Bonnie a ride home since she had taken BART to work herself that morning.  She paused and dithered in her mind, trying to come up with something.

"You could give me a ride home," Bonnie blurted out, to help her.

"I can't."  Laura's shoulders fell.  "I'm riding BART too."

"We could ride together," Bonnie offered, smiling.

"We take different trains."

"You could take the Fremont train and transfer at MacArthur,"  Bonnie, the experienced BART rider, said.  "Then we could talk."

"Oh yeah, while we're jammed together like sardines by grouchy commuters."

Bonnie tilted her head and smiled.  "Guess you're right."

"I could drive over to your place as soon as I get home," Laura said, hoping she was not being too forward.  After all, Bonnie's warmth and furtive show of affection was not grounds for assuming she was suddenly inviting Laura back into her bed.  Or was it?

"Better not."  Bonnie frowned out of discomfort.

"Meredith?"

She nodded.  Then she squirmed on the leather sofa and made as if to get up.  "I'll call you.  Maybe we can . . . oh, I don't know."  Bonnie was clearly at what used to be called sixes and sevens; not knowing where to turn, or what to suggest.  In fact, Laura realized, they both were. 

As she looked intently at Bonnie, it was hard to misinterpret her meaning.  If we were alone and in private, we would be fucking at this very instant, Laura realized.  She reached out and took both of Bonnie's slim, shapely, black hands in hers.  "You call me," she said, as warmly as possible.  "You call me when you feel like it, okay?  You call me.  I'll be waiting."

Bonnie's eyes glistened.  "I shouldn't be doing this," she said softly.

"Yes, you should," Laura said, a little too quickly.  "I am so glad you came by.  Bonnie, look at me."  Bonnie looked up, eyes still glistening.  "I will always be your friend.  You call me any time, okay?"

Bonnie nodded.  After a brief moment of letting her hands linger in Laura's, she stood and walked toward the glass doors of the exit.  Laura could not help gazing at her lovely bare black legs and wanting to kiss them.  She suppressed a sigh and stood herself, walking slowly toward the elevators.

Bonnie did not call for days.  Finally, the phone.  "You could come over tonight.  After work."  A hushed, near-whisper.

Her voice was so soft and distant that Laura could barely hear her.  She had plans to go swimming after work, but they were easily broken.  "I can be there at six."

"Good," Bonnie said.  "Hanging up now.  See you then."

This all felt wondrously secretive and sexy to Laura.  It was very like the way she felt when she and Sara did it behind Sara's friend Darlene's back, Darlene apparently being fiercely jealous.  Apparently Meredith was too.  It made Laura feel like these two, Sara and Bonnie, were endangering their current relationships because having sex with Laura was an irresistible urge, something they could not deny themselves.

Considering all the Dubai acquisition rumors, and the job uncertainty vapors and innuendoes that swirled around them, depressing in the extreme, it was enough to buoy her spirits temporarily at least, and make her feel desperately wanted.  At home before getting in her car and charging over to Bonnie's in Oakland, she did a quick sponge bath and sprinkled a little of the Ysatis perfume Shelley had given her long ago on discreet parts of her body.  Mustn't smell for my sweetie, she chirped inwardly, having a hard time not singing with joy at this invitation. 

Bonnie wants me!  She wants me to ravish her and put that witch Meredith in the shade!  Oh, I am so going to take her to fuck heaven about nine times!

But when she got there, she found that Bonnie was as nervous and guilty-seeming as she had been the last time, the time she had told Laura they shouldn't see each other any more.  She was stiff and withdrawn, from the moment she opened the door and let Laura into her apartment. 

"Maybe this is a mistake," she said to Laura.

Laura saw that the Murphy bed was still undeployed, still concealed behind its panel in the wall.  And the old dresser with the tiltable oval mirror that Bonnie always had strategically placed so that you could look up and see the reflection of you and her fucking was pushed back against the wall, in its proper place. 

"This is not a mistake," Laura said firmly.  "Come here and let me kiss you.  It's been ages."

But Bonnie did not move.  She was having second thoughts, it was clear.  She looked scared.

"What are you scared of?" Laura asked, approaching her.

"I never really cheated on anybody before.  I mean, I had guys who cheated on me.  At least I'm almost sure they did.  But not me.  I ain't good at lying.  If she asked me . . . I'd have to tell her."

Laura was close enough now to take Bonnie in her arms, which Bonnie allowed her to do without a struggle.  Laura brushed her lips against the girl's ineffably smooth black cheek.  "God, it's been so long since I could feel you like this," she breathed softly against Bonnie's ear.

"Feels good," Bonnie almost whispered, running her hands up Laura's back.. 

Laura kissed her mouth gently, slowly, not demandingly.  The kiss grew more heated as it went on.  Soon Laura was sucking her lips and stabbing her tongue deep into Bonnie's open mouth.

"Laura . . ." Bonnie confessed, even while still kissing hungrily, "I can't help it, I want you to fuck me."

"You don't want it any more than I do," Laura panted into her neck, kissing the smooth black column of flesh up and down.  "Here . . . take this off."

She began unbuttoning Bonnie's white shirt.

"Let's get the bed down first." 

Together, as they had done so many times in the past, they opened the door panel and lowered the bed.  Bonnie pulled down the bed coverings, exposing the sheet.  Laura pulled her close again and resumed unbuttoning her shirt.  "I want to eat you alive," she panted.

Bonnie giggled. "Hold on there, girl.  I ain't going anywhere."

"I want you.  You're so lovely."

"I want you, too," Bonnie grinned. 

Laura got Bonnie's shirt off and reached behind her to unclasp her bra.  Bonnie tried to unfasten the buttons of Laura's blouse, which ran down her back, but Laura was moving too fast for her.

"Hold still," she told Laura.  "We both gotta be naked, you know."

"Sorry," Laura grinned.  "Here, let me help."

In another minute they were naked, falling onto the bed, coiled together, Laura squeezing and sucking Bonnie's pretty little dark breasts as if they would escape her if she didn't get them both into her mouth as quickly as possible. 

"I love your big black nipples," she panted, slurping them thirstily, sucking them deep.

"Unh . . . unh . . . oh shit, Laura, you suck so hard!"

"I can't help it."

Again, Bonnie giggled softly.  "That's what I love about you.  You really mean it, you can't help it."

"I know."  Laura stopped for a moment.  "Sometimes I'm afraid I want you too much, and you're going to get tired of it, and . . . turn to someone like Meredith instead."  Like when you said We can't see each other any more, she wanted to add.

Bonnie crinkled her nose.  "She want me too, you know.  You two white girls just can't get enough of this little black girl pussy."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to bring her up."

Bonnie frowned, but playfully.  She pushed Laura's face back down to her breasts.  "It's okay.  Just keep sucking and shut up.  You make me want to come when you suck me that hard."

Laura resumed happily sucking and squeezing them, but this time not so hard, no matter what Bonnie said.  Still, she was never happier than when she had a pretty darling's nipples in her mouth, oral maniac as she was.  She sucked them in a transport of bliss, and Bonnie sighed and squirmed and moaned and gazed at her lovingly, smiling as Laura engorged her mouth with her breasts. 

"I think we better get to it," she panted after a while, into Laura's hair.  "I'm gonna pop before you even touch my pussy."

Laura kissed her way up Bonnie' smooth chest to her mouth.  "You want the usual?"

By this they both knew Laura was asking if Bonnie wanted The Fist, for which sexual practice she had the keenest desire, ever since Laura had done it to her the first time.  It was, as Laura knew, catnip to certain girls; they could never get enough.  She fondly recalled Mavis, and Mavis's sister Brenda, who were devoted to it.  And the way Randi had come to love it; and even Sara, the last woman Laura would have guessed could fall into excruciating spasms of coming with Laura's arm halfway up her sweet pussy.  And she could understand why.  Over and above the acute sexual thrills that came from it, there was in fist fucking frequently a mysteriously deep and emotionally moving component sometimes that made it so piercing one could never get over the need to feel it again.  She knew this was the way Bonnie felt.

Bonnie grinned at her, both bashfully and brazenly, if that were possible in one grin.  As if not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded.  Laura embraced her and kissed her under the ear, an especially intimate kiss.  She nipped her cute little black earlobe at the end of the kiss.  You know that witch Meredith can't give you what I can give you, my darling, she thought, sending Bonnie telepathic waves.

"Mmmm, let me suck and lick that beautiful pussy to get it ready for Mama's hand," she murmured softly, kissing her way down Bonnie's lovely young body to her smooth black tummy, pushing her thighs open.

"Don't take too long," Bonnie panted.  "Told you I'm close.  You set me on fire, Laura."

"Oh, good," Laura smiled.  "I like being the match that lights you on fire."

"Unnhhh!" Bonnie gasped softly as Laura's tongue invaded her lovely wet pussy. 

For all the loving fist-fucking Laura had given her—oh god! does that horrible dyke to it to her too? she wondered—Bonnie had a very snug and small pussy, though beautifully shaped, and Laura always exulted in tonguing and sucking it with fervent passion, as she was doing now.  And Bonnie was right, she was very wet and swollen.  Her little pinkish clit was protruding at the top of her slit, all excited and engorged.  Laura treated it tenderly with her tongue, though it was hard to avoid the temptation to suck it hard and watch Bonnie explode in a shooting star of coming without warning.

But a more solemn ritual awaited.  They had been there before, many times, and revisiting that deeply intimate moment was, Laura knew, a culmination neither of them could destroy. 

"Ohhhhh . . . oh god . . ." Bonnie moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering open to glance down her undulating body at Laura's face between her thighs.  "Oh god, Laura, you better do it.  Please!"

Does she do this to you?  Laura was probing Bonnie's tight, buttery slit with two fingers while delicately swiping her engorged clit with her careful tongue.  But she castigated herself, promptly.  Stop it, Laura!  Stop ruining this sweet moment with your despicable jealousies!  They are wrecking the mood.  This sweet girl is going to come gloriously in a few moments, and nobody counts right now but the two of us.  Just us.  Come on, honey, take Mama's hand . . . yes . . . take it . . . slowly . . . slowly . . .

With patient, rhythmic tenderness, Laura inched more and more of her wedged fingers into Bonnie's yielding pussy with each thrust.  Bonnie's pussy was tight, but also very slippery and wet, and in only a few more seconds Laura's whole hand slipped into the clasping sleeve, up to her wrist.  Bonnie did not even see it since her head was thrown back, her neck arched, her marvelous little breasts pushing upward, her taut midriff straining.

"Unhh!  Ohnngg!  Ungghhh!"

"Oh yes," Laura soothed her.  "Oh yes . . . Bonnie, honey . . . you are going to come so hard."

"Ungghhh!  Oh . . . shit!"

"Does it feel good?"

"Ungghhh!  Do it . . . to me . . . fast!  And hard!  Oh shit, Laura, I'm going to come so fast!"

"Yes.  Yes."

Laura kept up her steady pace and gentle thrusting rhythm.  Even though Bonnie said she wanted it hard and fast, Laura knew that Bonnie's own body would govern the tempo.  When she began to churn and twist and flex, it would be time enough to accelerate the pace. 

Bonnie pushed herself up on her elbows, looking down at Laura's hand thrusting into her pussy, her dark eyes flaming.  "Kiss me . . ." she gasped hoarsely.  "I need you to kiss me."

"I love to kiss you," Laura said, altering her position slightly so that she could continue hand-fucking the girl while also looping one arm around Bonnie's neck and pulling her upper body closer. 

Their naked breasts actually brushed, and Bonnie's mouth seared Laura's with passion.  "Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" she half-grunted and half-panted.

And now the inevitable faster churning began to develop, as Bonnie pushed her impaled cunt down onto Laura's thrusting hand, and stabbed her tongue erratically into Laura's mouth, panting and whimpering more and more desperately.  The deep, stirring intimacy that they often felt at this moment gave way to an almost delirious fury of clenching and teeth-clashing and guttural panting as Bonnie grabbed Laura's forearm with her hand, something she often did, and jammed her pubic bone down into Laura's wrist, mashing her excited clit into Laura's arm and bucking wildly as the first waves of a killer orgasm began to wrack her body.

"Annggmmhhieee . . . annnggmhhiieeee!" Bonnie suddenly erupted in wailing cries, her entire body shuddering hard against Laura's. 

Laura kept her embrace tight, one arm looped began Bonnie's back and pulling her close, as she felt the clasping shocks of the girl's cunt muscles gripping her hand rhythmically, in synch with Bonnie's hot screams. 

"Mmnnnggnnneeee!  Oh!  Oh shit!  Mmnnggiieee!" Bonnie wailed, burying her face in Laura's neck as her body began finally to slow down, to unwind, to relax and release itself from the fierce clenching.  "Ohhhhhhhh!" she finally sighed, her face still buried in Laura's neck, her breath rapid and harsh.

They had kissed before while fist-fucking like this, but never throughout the entire act, their mouths hungry, their teeth clanking painfully, their bodies pressed tightly together.  Something in the kiss, in the entire moment, spoke to Laura of Bonnie's searing inner need, a throbbing desire she had perhaps ignored or minimized before.  It made her understand not only Bonnie's clear attachment to her, but also the place Meredith was now assuming in her life.  She loves me, she had told Laura.  This was gratifying . . . and also painful. 

No wonder she loves you, she thought, stroking Bonnie's smooth, naked back while she listened to her breathing slowly return to normal.  Who wouldn't love you?

She wiggled her hand, as if to remove it slowly from Bonnie's tight pussy.

"No," Bonnie said, into Laura's neck, clasping her more closely.  "Not yet."  She clung to Laura.  "God.  It was the best ever."

It had indeed been very moving, albeit bittersweet.  Laura smiled and kissed her, now slowly disentangling their bodies.  "I'm glad it was so good.  But we're both going to get a cramp if we don't sort of . . . you know, separate and clean up?"

Bonnie grinned and nodded, slowly pulling her body away from Laura's, who extracted her hand and wiped it on the sheet.  "Want me to get a towel?" she asked Laura.

Laura shook her head.  "I want you to hold me . . . and let me hold you."

They stretched out together and embraced, head to toe.  Laura ran her fingertips all over Bonnie's delicious young body.  They lay that way, silently, for a long time.

Then, without speaking, Bonnie began to return the favor, making love to Laura with slow, deliberate skill, a skill Laura had taught her.  When it was over, several minutes later, Bonnie made a point of getting out of bed to pull the old dresser closer and tilt the oval mirror to show their reflections.  Laura watched her lovely black body with growing desire.

"I could look at your naked body forever," she said to Bonnie when Bonnie returned to the bed.

Bonnie smiled bashfully.  She nodded up at the tilted mirror.  "Now you can look at it while you fuck me."

Laura reached out and cupped one of her lovely young breasts in her hand.  "Mmmmm, you have turned into such a hot little slut," she purred.  "I remember when you couldn't use that word to me."

Bonnie looked down, even more bashful.  "I know."

Laura encircled her in her arms.  "Come here and get some more loving."

"Okay," Bonnie said, her dark eyes dancing with fresh fire.  "You know I'm gonna have to lie about this.  She'll ask me for sure."

Laura put a finger on her nose.  "At least you won't turn all red, like I do."

"Don't matter.  You can tell.  She'll be able to tell."

"No she won't.  Before I leave tonight, I'm going to teach you to lie with a straight face.  It's like playing poker.  You just have to believe what you're saying.  Like an actor does in a movie."

"Don't know how to do that either," Bonnie grinned.

"Of course you don't.  I'm going to teach you."

Now Bonnie even laughed.  "Just like you taught me everything else?"

Laura nodded.

"Good.  Teach me now."