Chapter 176

"Laura?"

"Trina? Trina... is that you?"

"Hon', I'm so glad you're there. I thought you might have moved or something."

Laura couldn't believe the way her heart was racing. She had not seen or spoken to Trina for over six months. She had lived with the emotional pain of loss, burying it, obscuring it by hot affairs with Earlene and the two teenagers, Jane and Charise, but in the back of her mind there was always Trina, and behind her the ghost of her twin sister Rina.

She sat down and spoke evenly. "Trina, it's so good to hear your voice. I've missed you so much."

"Missed you too, hon'. Honest."

Especially after our last time together, I'll bet, Laura couldn't help but think. She had found Trina's g-spot for the first time, and Trina had had about fifteen killing orgasms, double the number she had ever had before. This was just before her coming marriage to Joe, or John, Grantham, whatever his name was. Laura had been determined to make sure Trina would remember her by doing something he would never be able to do, at least. She had fucked Trina into raptures no man would ever equal, and Trina knew it. But she had married the guy anyway.

"How is... everything?" Laura asked, trying to be polite, hoping Trina would confess that she had made a rotten mistake.

"Oh, everything is great. We moved. Into a house. Shauna is great. She asks about you."

"And Mr. Grantham?" Laura tried to keep the spiteful jealousy out of her voice, but wasn't entirely successful.

"He's fine. He's very good to me, Laura. And to Shauna."

"Good. A normal life is what you both need." Laura was glad to mean this.

But Trina laughed softly. "Sure miss the other one, though," she confessed softly.

"You mean me?"

"Yes."

Laura measured in her mind very carefully how Trina would take this. "You know, I'm not adverse to a little adultery. If you aren't."

"I hate to think of it like that," Trina said.

"Think of it this way: we're old friends. Nobody has to know what we do in private. God, I've missed you, Trina."

"I... know there's a thousand reasons why I shouldn't... but I want to see you."

"Right now. Drive over here right now," Laura said, the blood hammering so hard in her throat that she was afraid it would burst through.

"Shauna's with her new grandma..."

"Right now. Where's 'Mr. Grantham'?"

"He's in Los Angeles until tomorrow. I'm alone."

"Right now, Trina. I'm holding my breath until you get here. Now, I'm hanging up and holding my breath. No excuses. See you in a few mintues."

And Laura hung up the phone, shocked by her own boldness. What if Trina chickened out? But if she did, she would call right back. Laura waited nervously, but the phone didn't ring. Finally, she realized Trina was on her way.

The excitement was nearly unbearable, and to bear it she went around her apartment chasing away evidence of her other girlfriends, so that Trina would not be uncomfortable. She quickly changed the bed sheets, knowing that Karen's smell would still be on them after the hot and romantic fucking they had done yesterday. Finally, the buzzer downstairs rang, and Laura nearly had an accident racing to the button to open the lobby door.

She had to take deep breaths as she waited for Trina to ride up in the elevator. Finally, she appeared, walking down the corridor to Laura's door. Laura was waiting with the door open. Trina was ravishing in an orange blouse and tight black skirt that showed off her stunning figure and perfect legs. Laura was sad to admit, to herself, that marriage had made Trina even more beautiful than before.

"Oh god, you're so gorgeous," she smiled, stepping aside to let Trina in.

"Laura, it's so good to see you," Trina smiled back, genuinely.

Laura shut the door. She wanted to throw the deadbolt but felt it was so obvious that it would make it seem as if all she wanted to do was fuck Trina immediately. So she left it open.

Laura decided to be frank. "I hate to say it, but marriage agrees with you. You are simply stunning."

"Oh hon', you're gonna make me blush," Trina kidded. "You always were full of compliments."

"You always refused to acknowledge your own beauty. Let me get you a glass of wine or something."

"I guess that would relax me some," Trina smiled.

"You can't be nervous," Laura said, going to the kitchen and taking down some glasses. "We've been about as close as two people can get."

She looked at Trina meaningfully. Trina looked down, bashful.

"I know... but it was a while ago. And it was... oh, I don't know, kind of unusual."

"I know," Laura said, feeling a little nervous herself.

They went into her living room with their wine glasses. They sat down across from one another. Trina crossed her legs, and Laura tried not to look. They talked about everything, especially Shauna. Laura really did miss Shauna.

Finally, they had each finished half of their wine and were definitely more relaxed. Laura's eyes kept floating down to Trina's shirt. Trina was a voluptuous woman with a full body and firm, large, jutting breasts, which Laura knew to be perfect in every way. Except for Rina's, Laura had never seen their equal for sheer perfection.

She desperately envied Mr. Grantham. "I really envy your husband," she said. "Let me see your rock."

Trina extended her hand to show Laura her diamond ring, and Laura moved over to the chair where she was sitting. Oh god, she's going to think I want to kiss her instead of look at her ring, Laura thought.

But it turned out that Trina wanted to break the ice as much as Laura did. After Laura admired her diamond for a few seconds, Trina looked up. Their faces were very close. Their eyes burned together. Their mouths met, and they began kissing desperately. Trina was still sitting, and Laura standing, bending over. It was very awkward.

Trina pulled her down into her lap. Now they kissed hungrily, passionately, their tongues stabbing and probing, their fingers digging through their clothes. Finally, their mouths came apart.

"God, I never thought I'd miss kissing somebody so much," Trina panted. "That really hit the spot, hon'."

"I want more," Laura murmured.

"Me too."

"Let's move. I'm too heavy for you."

"You are light as a feather. But it's a little cramped. Let's move to the sofa."

They took the few steps needed to reach the sofa and sat on it, then promptly began to devour one another again. Laura unbuttoned Trina's orange blouse as she kissed her, dropping her mouth to Trina's incredibly smooth neck, her throat, her straight clavicles. Finally, her lips reached the cleavage between Trina's breasts. Trina's blouse was nearly off.

Trina pulled Laura's face up to hers with both hands. "We don't have no reason to hurry, hon'," she smiled. "I ain't going nowhere."

"Oh god, I'm so glad to hear that," Laura confessed.

She watched as Trina carefully lifted her sweatshirt up over her head, slowly disentangling Laura's hair from it. Laura was naked now from the waist up.

"You are as beautiful as I remembered," Trina said, raising both hands to Laura's naked breasts.

They both luxuriated in the sight of Trina's shapely, slender black fingers holding Laura's creamy breasts.

"These are the prettiest boobs I've ever seen," Trina whispered, looking at Laura's breasts, caressing them, then looking into Laura's eyes.

"Then you haven't been looking in the mirror enough," Laura replied softly.