Chapter 11

After her exhilarating and devastating afternoon of fucking with Rick, Laura somehow felt worse than ever. The problems she had hoped to solve or forget festered even more. It wasn't as simple as Rick had thought. She did like fucking with him. God, it drove her crazy with lust and she had phenomenal climaxes. Her body ached for days after he finished with her.

But it didn't make her want Karen--or Rina--any less.

She dreamed of them both, every night one or the other. And even worse, she began dreaming of them together, of being pinned between their writhing, naked bodies as they worked together to drive her insane with coming.

But she managed to avoid them both at work, and finally, after two weeks of wrestling with her desires, she began to distance them from her emotional life, and to go long stretches without thinking of either girl.

She was doing very well until one evening she answered the doorbell to find Rina standing there.

"Hi," Rina said brightly, as if their last time together had not ended so embarrassingly, for Laura, at least.

"Hi," Laura said wanly, though her heart was jangling inside her chest.

"Guess you didn't ever expect you'd see me again, right?" Rina giggled nervously.

"Guess not."

"Gonna invite me in?"

"Not if you think I have an ulterior motive," Laura said calmly.

But Rina really did have throat-catching beauty. Her hair was cut fairly short, and she had a long, black swan's neck, exquisitely smooth and flawless, as well as perfectly sculptured clavicles and shoulders. She wore a scooped-neck blouse that showed off her deep black skin and perfect bones. It also showed the beginning of the valley between her astonishingly beautiful breasts, which made Laura swallow uneasily. She knew she really did still have an ulterior motive.

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," Rina said, bashfully, lowering her eyes.

Laura smiled. "Come on in."

She tried not to look at Rina's spectacular high round ass as the girl came into her livingroom and sat down. God, just cut it out, will you! Laura told herself. Isn't there more to life than lust? But Rina was wearing very tight jeans. Her ass made Laura close her eyes and gasp softly.

But she quickly regained control.

"Can I get you a drink?" Laura asked.

"Maybe a soda," Rina smiled. "Or... wine, if you want."

"Don't worry, I won't try to seduce you," Laura said, trying to keep the cutting edge off her voice.

Rina looked directly into her eyes. "That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I guess... well, I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I've felt bad for weeks. It was just, well, an accident, and here I go flying off the handle. It really wasn't fair of me at all. I was wondering if we... could try to be friends all over again. And sort of forget that happened, you know?"

Laura could hardly believe what she was hearing. She knew if she had been holding a glass, she would have dropped it. Am I making this up? she wondered. Is she really saying this?

"I'm certainly willing to forget it if you are," she said softly, not daring to say any more.

She got wine and glasses for them from the kitchen. They drank, and even toasted.

"To our new friendship," Rina giggled shyly.

Laura smiled. "What made you change your mind?" she asked.

"I like you," Rina said. "You stared at me, and I got the wrong idea. But everyone stares at me. Especially men. You were the first woman to look at me the way they do, and I kind of got the wrong idea. I know you aren't... a lesbian. You don't look like one."

"You mean butch? And tough."

"Yeah," Rina grinned. "Anyway, I overheard some guys at work talking about you. They don't think you're one either."

"What a relief!" Laura sighed, smiling back at the delicious girl. "Especially that you don't."

But she still felt things were a little weird. Guys talking about me at work? What's that supposed to mean? She overheard them saying how much they'd like to screw me? Or that they know I like men? Weird. I can't believe it.

But she tried to put her uneasiness aside, which wasn't hard considering how close she was to Rina, and what a feast for the eyes the lovely girl was. They talked, and soon found themselves very relaxed. Laura even surprised herself by how bold she got in the conversation. She seemed to wake up in the middle of telling Rina about Rick.

"I remembered what you said," she smiled. "About your boyfriend fucking you so much that you couldn't walk the next day. God, that's what it felt like. I mean, he cleaned out both holes so completely that I just about needed a wheelchair."

"Both holes?" Rina's dark eyes widened. "You mean you let him do it... there?"

Laura grinned. "I know what you mean," she said. "But it sure gives you a wild orgasm."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"At first. But the hurt goes away."

Rina shivered dramatically. "Oooohh, I don't think I could ever do that. Those things are big. And hard. I don't think I could stand one up my booty."

"You might surprise yourself," Laura said.

Rina's eyes twinkled. "It is kind of exciting to think about, though. Sick, sort of. You know?"

Laura nodded.

"Kind of like the other. Sick too. Know what I mean?"

"The other?"

Now Rina became bashful, looking down at her fingers, speaking softly. "You know, like... when you touched me, and I thought--"

"I know," Laura said softly. "Was that exciting too?"

"A little," Rina said, shyly. "I guess that's why I reacted so strongly."

Suddenly Laura's blood began to stir. What was she hearing?

"Well, who wouldn't," Laura said. "Say, would you like some more wine? This bottle didn't have much in it to start with, and we've finished it off."

"It makes me tipsy," Rina grinned, her bewitching beauty filling the room. The strain of wanting her was beginning to get to Laura.

"Well, I'm going to open another bottle anyway," she said. "I don't have to drive home. I can have one more glass."

Rina followed her into the kitchen. She actually was a little wobbly on her feet. "I'm just not used to it," she apologized.

Feeling bolder because of the alcohol, Laura leaned close and whispered into Rina's marvelous black ear. "Don't fall, now, or you'll think I'm trying to make a pass at you if I catch you."

Rina giggled. "I wouldn't think that. Not now."

But just as she set her wine glass on the tiled sink board, she slipped and it came down too hard, cracking the bottom. Glass splinters dug into her palm, and a trickle of blood welled up.

"Oh! God, how clumsy of me," she said, holding up her hand, which began to drip blood on the kitchen floor.

"Oh Jesus, here, let me stop it," Laura said, grabbing a dish towel and wiping away the blood.

But the blood wouldn't stop. Rina seemed paralyzed by the accident. She was shaking, wincing.

"It hurts," she whimpered.

"Oh baby."

Without thinking, Laura bent her mouth to the girl's hand and began licking and sucking the wound, swallowing Rina's blood, sucking it until the bleeding began to subside and Rina's shakes had turned to a soft, vulnerable trembling. Again without thinking, Laura put one arm around her, and drew her over to the sink.

"We have to disinfect it," she said.

"No!"

"We have to. It'll only hurt for a second," she said, reaching for a bottle of vodka she kept in the cupboard.

"No! Please! Just suck it, like you were doing," Rina pleaded. "That'll do it. Just suck it, Laura, please!"

Laura raised Rina's hand to her mouth again and began to lick and suck the wound, looking into Rina's eyes from under her eyelashes as she sucked. Rina did not look away. Her eyes smouldered this time, and burned directly into Laura's. Laura had seen that look before, but never from Rina.

Almost imperceptibly, she began to caress Rina's hand and kiss it at the same time as she soothed the girl's wound. She lifted Rina's hand so that it was between them, then slowly inched closer, until her mouth on Rina's hand was only a brief space away from the girl's full, sensual mouth. Still their eyes burned together.

Holding Rina's hand in both of hers, she carefully drew it to the side, and her mouth and Rina's came together. It began as the slowest, most cautious, and most tentative kiss she had ever experienced. Instead of sharing their mouths, they were sharing their feelings, carefully exploring what this meant to them both, unwilling to stop it and yet unwilling to give in completely.

Clearly Rina was not convinced that this was a totally good idea, but she didn't resist. Her lips curved into Laura's, and she accepted Laura's gently probing tongue into her mouth, yielding, soft, and pliant. But she did not kiss Laura back, not at first.

And Laura was so filled with longing for the girl that she had mixed feelings too, remembering her first rejection, fearing another, restraining herself from showing her true desire. She kissed Rina tenderly, but gently, undemandingly, caressing the girl's silky cheek with two fingers, insinuating with her tongue, suggesting, but not forcing anything on her.

Both were afraid to stop kissing, afraid of what would happen next. And then their kiss changed. Rina's tongue coiled together with Laura's, then slipped into Laura's mouth. Laura's sensual lips moved more passionately, searchingly against Rina's open mouth. Laura's fingers slid past Rina's cheek and slipped behind the girl's head, then down to the back of her neck. She felt Rina's hand in the small of her back, pulling her body closer.

Suddenly they were embracing, and kissing heatedly, their mouths and bodies pressing together, their hands digging into each other. They finally had to come up for air, and Laura discovered tears streaming down Rina's beautiful face. She quickly kissed them away.

"Oh baby..." she murmured. "Why are you crying?"

"I lied to you," Rina sobbed softly. "I really wanted to do this. That's why I came over here."

"You don't have to cry about that," Laura said, kissing her again.

But Rina broke away. "But it's so wrong."

"It's not wrong to kiss someone. Not if you want to."

Rina's eyes filled with water again, glistening beautifully. "I want to," she whispered.

This time their kiss was all fire and need. They tried to drink one another, and when they finished they were both panting and trembling. Laura couldn't keep her lips off Rina's long smooth neck. She kissed the girl's ears, her cheeks, her throat, under her jaw, along her chin, then devoured Rina's delicious mouth again, quivering as she felt the girl respond by frenching her hungrily.

When they came apart this time, their eyes were hypnotically locked together. Again Laura took Rina's wounded hand in both of her own and drew the girl out of the kitchen. Rina followed slowly, obediently. When they got to Laura's bedroom, Rina balked momentarily. She held back. Laura kissed her cheek.

"It's no good if you don't want to," she whispered. "I'll understand."

"I'm scared."

"Do you want to stop? Go home?"

Rina shook her head.

"Do you want to talk some more first?"

Rina shook her head again. Then she leaned her head forward and caught Laura's mouth with hers, giving Laura another searing kiss, which she followed by kissing Laura's neck and ears and cheeks too.

"I want to," she whispered. "I want to."

Laura pulled her into the bedroom. She shut the door behind them.

But she could see that wanting to and actually taking off her clothes and getting into bed with Laura were two different things. Rina was so nervous, she began to shake with fear. Laura sat her down on the edge of the bed. Then, standing over her, she reached down and unbuttoned the back of Rina's blouse.

She took it off. Rina was wearing the same peach-colored lacy bra that Laura remembered from the first time. She bent down and kissed Rina's cheek.

"Baby, the sight of you taking off your own bra nearly made me come when you did it at your place," she confessed. "I can't get it out of my mind. Would you do it again?"

Rina's fear seemed to go away. She beamed. "Really?"

Laura nodded.

"You mean I excited you that much?"

"Yes. And now even more."

"Why?"

"Because I'm learning how beautiful you are, more every moment."

"I won't take mine off unless you take yours off," Rina said coyly.

"That's a fair bargain."

Quickly, Laura removed her shirt. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra clasp, watching Rina's eyes as her luscious, upthrusting young breasts came into view. Rina's eyes widened. "Yours are gorgeous!" she said.