Chapter 17

Laura was so emotionally drained by the experience that she felt like a sleepwalker for days afterward. It would have been better if Rina had never reappeared, she finally realized. She had made love to Laura so wonderfully that now Laura's sense of loss was more acute than ever.

Standing there naked in her livingroom as Rina closed the door and left had been the worst experience of her life. Two overpowering orgasms hadn't made it any better. She had collapsed into tears on the sofa and cried for hours, naked and shivering, feeling abandoned and perverted and ashamed for wanting the girl so much.

She knew she couldn't go back to Rina's place. She had already tried that. Rina's boyfriend was exercising some kind of spell over her. She knew Rina's feelings, she could see them in the girl's eyes. She knew Rina wanted her. But Rina was successfully fighting it, and Laura could see no safe way to break through the barriers Rina had thrown up.

Sick with anguish, she visited Rick and his brother Jamie twice more that same week, descending further and further into a hell of feverish lust, from which she derived a wild, almost psychotic pleasure, experiencing fierce, shattering orgasms from the most debased and debauched circumstances. The two men were only too happy to indulge her wildest, self-debasing requests, fucking her in every way imaginable until she would awake in the middle of the night from dreams of drowning in deep pools of semen.

And when she had enough of that, she phoned Karen to remind her that she had promised to administer the same kind of sexual torture to Laura that Laura had performed on her during their last session. But Karen was on vacation, on a cruise, in fact, and so no help. She was about to go mad when Rina suddenly reappeared in her life. She phoned.

"Can I come over?" she asked.

Laura, wrung out by suffering and the sexual marathons she had been going through with the brothers, answered wearily, even exasperatedly.

"Rina, how many times can you put me through this?"

"I... I'm sorry." Rina choked back a small sob. "I don't mean to hurt you."

"Just thinking about you hurts me. What do you want?"

"To talk?"

"Just to talk?"

"Yes."

"I don't think I could bear it."

"I won't stay long."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Please. Laura."

Her plangent voice dug right into Laura's heart. She was crazy about the girl and knew she couldn't refuse.

"Okay. Come on over. But please don't plan to 'give' me anything, okay? I don't think I could stand another scene like that."

"I promise. I'll be there in ten minutes."

Laura didn't dare to think about anything while she waited. Her cunt began to get moist, and she knew that subliminally she was thinking about Rina, about what could happen. She hated herself for it, and washed her face and hands with icy cold water to stop her body from becoming sexually stimulated. It's going to be nothing like that, she told herself. Nothing!

Maybe I should lie down on the bed and make myself come quickly, just so I won't feel that need when she gets here. I know nothing's going to happen. She's probably going to tell me she's getting married, or something. And she feels terrible about it, since she's crazy about me. But she's not a lesbian. She just wants to torment me a little more about it.

Her thoughts and feelings were in such turmoil that she didn't even realize how much time had passed when the doorbell rang. She opened the door. Rina stood there, breathtaking as usual.

Her beauty was so fresh and natural, and shockingly perfect that Laura knew each time she saw her that she would have fallen the same way again. Rina was wearing jeans and a man's shirt and had never looked more delectable.

"Hi," she said shyly.

Laura smiled wanly, feeling deja vu drenching her like rain. "Feels like we've been here before," she said wearily.

She let Rina in. They sat across from each other in the livingroom. Laura found herself feeling like Rina was poison, as if she even got close to the girl, the same thing would happen, she would be left in the lurch, her feelings churning, her heart bursting.

"You look even more like shit than the last time," Rina said softly. "You been letting those two guys do you day and night?"

Laura smiled ruefully. "It helps me forget."

"I don't want you to forget."

"I like to be fucked by men," Laura said bluntly, staring hard at Rina. "Especially men with huge cocks who like to fuck really hard."

Rina almost winced as Laura forced her to visualize what had been happening to her.

"I should tell you how great it is in detail," Laura said. "Have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time? Of course you must have, because we know you're not a lesbian. You like men."

"Could I have a drink?" Rina interrupted.

Laura suddenly went ashen. "Oh god... I'm sorry. I could never forget you, Rina. I can't stop thinking about you."

They went together into the kitchen. Laura made each of them a vodka tonic. It was hard not to remember how they had first kissed there, after Laura had sucked Rina's wounded hand. And then ended up fucking within minutes.

Rina looked at her. "I don't want you to forget me," she whispered.

She put her glass down on the sink counter. Her hands went to the buttons of her shirt, and she began unbuttoning. Her eyes burned into Laura's. She undid three buttons. More and more of her smooth, chocolate skin came into view. She undid the final three buttons. Then she slowly removed the shirt, never taking her eyes from Laura's.

Her bra fastened in front, between the lacy white cups. She unfastened the clasp and pulled the cups away from her perfect breasts. Laura was trembling. Rina cupped her breasts in her palms and offered them to Laura, moving closer. The puffy, black bulbs of Rina's large nipples glimmered.

When she was just inches from Laura, Rina stopped. "This is no gift," she whispered. "This is the way it should be."

"Oh Rina."

"Don't you want them?"

"Oh yes."

Rina dropped her hands. Her upswept breasts were so firm that they didn't even drop. Laura's hands replaced hers. She filled her palms with the incredible balls of flesh, lightly pinching Rina's huge nipples in a way she knew aroused the girl.

Their mouths came close, but before they kissed, Laura asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can't lie to myself any more. I don't want anyone but you."

Their lips curved together with agonizing tenderness. But the kiss quickly became heated, urgent. Unable to stop herself, Laura lowered her mouth to Rina's exquisite breasts. She sucked one of Rina's soft, bulbous nipples deep into her mouth, drawing some of the girl's breast in too. Rina moaned and held Laura's head.

Laura didn't even want to release the first breast for the second one. Finally, she sucked Rina's other nipple into her mouth the same way. By the time she released it, Rina was trembling and mewling with need, her eyes murky and throbbing. Together they began moving toward the bedroom, undressing as they went. But they only made it as far as the livingroom.

Laura had her blouse unbuttoned and her shoes off. Rina was nearly out of her jeans. They stopped spontaneously, short of the hallway, and pulled one another down on the carpet, their hands racing to help each other complete the job of undressing. Instead of unfastening Laura's bra in the back, Rina impatiently pulled the straps down Laura's shoulders, dropping the bra cups, lowering her lips to Laura's soft nipples quickly.

Laura's fingers clutched at Rina's panties, tugging them down the girl's hard, glossy thighs, then squeezing Rina's fantastic firm buns with her hands, but Rina's mouth on her breasts overcame her. She lay back, surrendering her body, moaning and twisting as Rina devoured her sensitive nipples.

"Oh god... I've wanted you so much," she sighed, moaning again as Rina sucked her nipple hard.

They kissed and their hands raced over each other's near-naked body. Finally they struggled out of the rest of their clothes. Solemnly, gazing hotly into Laura's eyes, Rina slid one leg under Laura's and began inching forward.

"I want it this way first," she murmured, kissing Laura again heatedly. "I want your pussy to fuck my pussy."

The words inflamed Laura. She could feel her wild blood gushing through her aroused body as their groins approached. They both looked down, watching their swollen, wet cuntlips kiss, then jam together. They embraced each other and kissed tenderly.