Chapter 104

Laura was shopping in Macy's when she saw Rina. She nearly dropped the dress she was holding, feeling momentarily faint. Oh god! How could it be?

She knew people sometimes resembled one another, but this was completely uncanny. The woman actually was Rina. She looked like she had put on five pounds, maybe, but there was no mistaking that angelic face, that spectacular body.

Laura knew she was staring, but she couldn't stop. The woman didn't seem to notice. She was browsing through garments, as Laura was doing, about fifty to sixty feet away. Laura found herself moving closer, unable to stop her feet. It's her! But it can't be her.

Finally, the woman seemed to notice her staring and moved away. And yet, her eyes never met Laura's.

God, I have to talk to her, no matter what, Laura realized. When the woman left the area, heading toward the escalators, Laura followed, at a discreet distance. On the next floor down, she stopped to examine some handbags. Laura dawdled at a perfume counter, giving the woman surreptitious glances.

Finally, she screwed up her courage and went over to her. I can't let her get away, she thought. I may never get this chance again.

The closer she got, the more the woman looked to her exactly like Rina. Her pulse hammered with anxiety, dread, weird fascination, and the same old longing she had always felt for Rina, beautiful Rina.

"Excuse me," she cleared her throat, blushing from head to toe.

The woman looked up, her eyes distant, becoming quickly but only vaguely hostile, a broken-privacy kind of quick anger. But she was so gorgeous, heart-stoppingly gorgeous, that Laura could barely continue.

"Yes?"

"Do you... did you ever know a girl named Rina Washington?" Laura asked, haltingly.

Now the woman's beautiful face became suffused with curiosity, followed by real hostility, more obvious than her earlier anger. "Why do you want to know?"

Laura blushed again. She knew she was beet red. "I... I knew... her," Laura stammered awkwardly. "I... was a friend."

The woman did not smile. Stone-faced, she extended her hand. "I'm her twin sister. Trina. Rina and Trina, isn't that cute? But I'm not Washington. I was married. Townsend. Trina Townsend."

"Laura, Laura Robbins," Laura said, taking her hand very briefly.

"Friend of Rina's? You know she dead."

"I know," Laura said, letting her pain show, maybe too much pain. "You look... so much like her. It really got to me."

Now she smiled. Laura wanted to faint with happiness, seeing the smile. "We did look a lot alike. Should. Same egg."

"Could I... you know, buy you a cup of coffee or something?" Anything, so you don't just walk out of my life forever?

"I'm sorry, I haven't got time. I have to pick up my little girl."

"Maybe some other time? I... well, I really miss Rina. I'd enjoy, you know, just being able to talk to you. She and I were... pretty close."

Uh oh. Laura realized how far she may have gone the moment the words slipped out.

"Were you," Trina said in a dead voice, her face unexpressive.

"Yes."

"I guess... some time," Trina said, uninterested.

"Could I give you my number? Then, if you have an hour some time, I'd love to buy you coffee, a drink, whatever. Just so we could talk."

"Sure. Okay."

Laura scribbled her phone number down on the back of her business card and gave it to Trina, who stuck it haphazardly into her pocket book. What if she loses it? Laura panicked.

"Maybe you could give me yours," she said, trying not to sound desperate.

Trina looked at her as if she couldn't be serious. "Don't worry. I'll call you," she said. "When I get a chance. Don't worry."

"Oh. Okay. I... won't."

She stood, stunned and overwhelmed by a wild welter of emotions, watching Trina as Trina walked away, possibly disappearing out of her life forever. But then she remembered: Townsend. Maybe she's listed!

Nowadays almost nobody wanted to be listed any more. Laura nearly broke her leg getting to the public phone and riffling through the directory. There is was: Trina Townsend. Hastily Laura scribbled down her number. Then she folded it carefully and put it into her bra, so that it couldn't be lost.

The rest of the day was just a dream for her. Even when she ran into Barbara after work, she was still in a daze. Barbara invited herself over, and Laura easily accepted. She wanted something to distract her from Trina, and Barbara was perfect for it. She was a true fuck-maniac like Laura, almost inexhaustible in her needs, and her stamina. Also, she had not been to bed with Barbara for too long, weeks, even months, and it was a pleasure she didn't like to deny herself.

Her dreamlike state vanished as soon as she and Barbara got inside her apartment. Barbara had somehow overcome her needless embarrassment over her thin legs, perhaps because Laura, who felt a sharp twinge of lust deep in her pussy every time she looked at them, had praised them so much. She had taken to wearing short skirts, which showed them off spectacularly.

Laura, after locking the door, stood back and looked at them. "Now I can admire without calling attention to us," she smiled at Barbara. "God, what incredible legs. I want to kiss them all over."

Barbara grinned, doing a self-conscious half-pirouette. "You like them? So skinny. Someone else said that too, though."

"Who?" Laura instantly got jealous. "That witch Rhonda?"

"Actually, no. It was Lisa Cartwright. You know her? Works for Bob Fulton? Caught her staring, actually. Then she said my legs were the most beautiful she had ever seen. Can you believe it? You think she wants to... you know?"

"Lisa Cartwright?"

Laura did know her, but only passingly. She was a good- looking white woman, brown hair, apparently nice figure that she kept smothered in severely-tailored business suits. No one would pick her for a closet dyke, but then, Laura thought, I hope they wouldn't pick me for one either. Or Rhonda. You never knew.

"The question is, I guess, do you want to," Laura said.

"Might consider it," Barbara grinned. "After all, you know how often I see you. You're too busy bopping that cute Sholandra Mason. Aren't you tired of her yet?"

"You're too busy bopping Rhonda," Laura replied.

Barbara came closer, a seductive glow in her eyes that Laura recognized, a mixture of hard lust and melting tenderness, if that were possible. It was, from Barbara, who could display both at once.

"Rather be bopping you," she whispered.

They embraced and kissed, a long, wonderful, friendly kiss that turned after about a minute into a scorching fire. Laura got her hand under Barbara's skirt, pulling it up and running her hand back down over one hard, sleek, naked thigh. Barbara unbuttoned Laura's blouse, then unfastened the clasp between her bra cups.

The folded paper with Trina's phone number on it fluttered to the floor.

"Oh god... let me get that!" Laura nearly panicked.

She knelt on the floor, grabbing the paper, her bra gaping, her naked breasts jiggling. She held onto the paper, but trying not to break the rhythm, she caressed Barbara's beautiful black thighs from this angle, kissing them now, running her fingers down Barbara's long, shapely calves, but kissing her way up, toward her panties.

Laura's naked breasts now pressed against Barbara's thighs as she tugged down the elastic at the top of Barbara's panties. Both were wildly aroused. They struggled out of their clothes as quickly as possible but couldn't make it any further. Barbara sank to her knees, then further to the floor as Laura skimmed her panties off.

"Girl, you are really hot tonight," she whispered to Laura.

"Would you like to stop for dinner first?" Laura teased, panting softly.

"I know what dinner is."

"Me first. It's my apartment, remember?"

Barbara had just shed her blouse but still wore her delicious lacy champagne bra, gauzy over the large dark circles of her nipples.

"You wear this just to turn me on, don't you," Laura murmured, kissing the back of her neck, then her delectable dark shoulderblades.

"Mmmmm, you or somebody," Barbara grinned.

Laura unclasped it and removed it slowly, enjoying every inch of Barbara's smooth black skin that came into view. She kissed the places the straps had covered, turning Barbara around slowly so that her mouth came to Barbara's naked breasts. She held them in her hands and licked and sucked the round gleaming nipples until Barbara began to sigh uncontrollably.

"You want to go in the bedroom?" Laura whispered.

"Save the bedroom," Barbara breathed, her eyes glassy, her body undulating as Laura caressed it, pushing her down on the carpet.

"Oh, you're so wet for me," Laura murmured. "When I suck you like this, you get real wet."

"Suck me more."

"Mmmm, like this?"

"Oh... yes! Oh Laura!"

"And this?"

"Ahnggnnn! Oh! Unh!"

Barbara's pussy was soupy with juice, and Laura's hand caressed it cleverly while she continued to suck the girl's exquisite small breasts.

"You better not come before I can taste this," Laura teased playfully.

"Then... you better hurry," Barbara panted.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

"Beg me."

"Please... Laura."

Barbara's dark eyes swam with hot lust and need.

"'Please, Laura, fuck me, please, Laura, '" Laura quoted, teasingly.

Barbara glowered at her, full of urgent lust and love for Laura and hostility all mingled together. "Fuck me, you cunt," she begged under her breath. "I never have to beg Rhonda to fuck me."

"Oh, we're getting nasty now, eh?" Laura smiled.

She sank her teeth lightly into one bulging, swollen, wet black nipple.

"Owch! Unghh!" Barbara gasped.

Quickly Laura slid down her delicious, smooth, silky black body, between her thighs. Barbara's pussy was so wet that her juices were smeared all over her inner thighs. With her fingers, Laura parted the girl's swollen cuntlips and slid her tongue into the glistening pink crease.

"Ahhnngg!" Barbara cried out, arching her back, her pelvis quivering frantically.

She was only seconds away from coming, Laura knew. She drew her tongue out, sliding it across Barbara's engorged clit. Then she attacked it vigorously with her tongue, stabbing and poking it, licking it roughly. Barbara exploded in ecstacy.

"Auungghhiieieee!" she cried, her lovely lean body straining and shuddering as sharp spasms of coming ripped her. "Ohnnngg! Unh! Oh... Laur... unngghiiieee!"

Laura quickly slid back up to embrace her, replacing her tongue with her hand, kissing Barbara and hand-fucking her some more, bringing Barbara to yet another climax, a feathery spasm of bliss following the first explosion. This time she moaned softly, coming in a long quivering undulation that died away, leaving her panting and gazing up into Laura's eyes.

"Laura, you do it to me again and again," she breathed, getting her breath back. "Just when I think I don't need you, I can get along without you, I was a fool ever to start with you, you do me like that... and I just about die."