Chapter 257

The remarkable thing about Dawn, Laura realized, was that she never seemed jealous.

"What was it like to make it with Tamara?" she asked, out of the blue, lying on her back and staring up into Laura's eyes.

Laura was very uncomfortable talking to a current lover about any of her other affairs, feeling that it was almost indecent, and also a violation of trust. But the feeling came over her that Dawn was asking it almost clinically, more or less out of scientific curiosity. It was so different from the tense anger and bristling jealousy of Randi, or Shontay, or the wildly jealous Jane, for example, a hot, possessive feeling she had felt from many others too.

On top of that, there was her own jealousy to contemplate. She could scarcely bear to think of Dawn naked in bed with Robert without feeling something like battery acid curdling and gurgling painfully in her clenched stomach.

"Tamara is very sweet," she said, noncommittally.

"I know she's sweet, silly," Dawn gave Laura her sly half-smile. "She's also a little daffy That isn't what I asked."

Laura was lying half on top of Dawn's naked body, one of her breasts lodged comfortably between both of Dawn's large, firm globes, her face only inches above Dawn's. She kissed Dawn's shiny black nose, then her half-smirking mouth. Dawn knew exactly what she was doing.

"Okay then, tell me what it was like with Shayla."

Laura stared directly into her eyes, those black eyes that could flicker with flames and make irresistible, devastating invitations. "Shayla is also very sweet," she said evenly.

Dawn giggled and rolled Laura over onto her side, very happy with herself for making her squirm. They had been happily, warmly, exuberantly fucking in Laura's bed for a little over an hour, but this time without toys or hair-pulling or any of the exciting, semi-rough antics they often modulated into almost without notice. Dawn had already come two or three times, Laura twice, and they were relaxed now in a brief lull, enjoying one another immensely and not so pinched by hot lust that they couldn't take their time.

"You don't play fair, Laura," she laughed softly. "I want to know."

She pinched Laura's arm playfully.

Laura tried changing the subject. "I love your skin. I just love your skin. I want to lick it."

She had no trouble making herself sound convincing because it was true, and right now in the half-light of her bedroom at dusk, it was enchantingly true. In Dawn's absence Laura had compared this deeply black skin in her mind to rich black velvet, but in fact there was no comparison. Like Charise's skin, it was smooth and soft beyond belief, and glossy, but not in a hard sheen way. Under her lips it felt like the rarest and most magical texture she had ever felt. It also exuded an indescribably ethereal fragrance that made Laura's head swim and her pussy flutter. She knew (and Dawn knew) that she could not keep her mouth or her fingers off it.

Dawn laughed even more loudly now. "You only been licking it for over an hour. Here," she held out her arm, deliciously well-shaped and black as night. "Lick as much as you want. I like to be licked."

"By me?"

"Of course by you. Now, while you're licking, tell me about Tamara. She's got a beautiful body, doesn't she. Way more beautiful than mine."

Laura did begin to lick the girl's incredible glossy forearm, slowly and sensually. "Are you fishing for compliments?" she murmured.

Dawn shook her head. "I saw her in the shower once."

She didn't go on. Laura's tongue had reached her shoulder. She looked up at Dawn's face, her eyes veiled by her lids, smoking.

"Did you want to do this to her?" Laura whispered.

"What... lick her arm?" Dawn giggled softly.

Eyes throbbing with hypnotic, sexual significance, Laura let one hand stray down Dawn's naked body, first to one of her breasts, which she squeezed suggestively, rolling Dawn's plump, soft nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then down further, to the silky patch of pubic hair just above her pussy.

"No... this," she whispered.

Dawn's black eyes began pulsing back in the same rhythm with Laura's. She shook her head slowly. "No. I never thought about anything like that... until I met you. If I saw her now I might, though."

Laura did not reply. She continued licking Dawn's body, now up her gleaming smooth shoulder to her neck, then over to her throat.

"There's this Vietnamese girl in one of my classes, though," Dawn said, almost as an afterthought. "She's really kind of... you know, wild-looking. Exotic, I guess. Petite... but with a great body. I kind of think of it when I look at her." She looked down at Laura. "You ever do it with a Vietnamese girl? Or Chinese, something like that?"

Laura shook her head, feeling a crushing wave of jealousy sweep over her but trying not to let it show, since Dawn was so straightforward about it. To cover up her feelings, she began caressing Dawn's silky flesh more urgently, feeling the need reawakening in them both now, licking the girl's incredible glowing black skin until her tongue reached Dawn's breasts again.

"Oh Laura," Dawn squirmed, "you really know how to get me hot."

"No one has a more beautiful body than you," she murmured, alluding to Dawn's comment about Tamara's body but refusing to linger there.

She took one of Dawn's large black nipples all the way into her mouth and began to suck it tenderly, holding it between her lips while her tongue roamed all over it. She could actually feel the little bumps suddenly spring up all over Dawn's areola as she licked it. Dawn shivered, stroking Laura's hair, brushing a few strands away from Laura's forehead.

"I don't know about you," she sighed in a faraway voice. "I never wanted to do it this much with anybody else. You just got to touch me, and I want to do it all over again."

Laura couldn't control her weakness. "With me, right? Not with the Vietnamese girl?"

For an answer, Dawn gave her the usual sly grin, then took her own breast-her nipple now hardened and shiny with Laura's warm spittle-in both hands and pushed her nipple back against Laura's lips.

"You better get that back in your mouth quick," she whispered to Laura, a little hoarsely now.

Laura smiled and did as told. After a full delicious minute of feasting on Dawn's large black nipples, she looked up to see Dawn's face contorted with intense pleasure.

"I want to do it like we've never done it before," she panted softly to Dawn.

Dawn smiled, her eyes flaming, her mouth slack, her breath quick. "How?"

Laura scooted up and gave her a lingering, passionate kiss, still twisting Dawn's erect, damp nipples in her fingers. "Kiss me now... because we won't be able to kiss while we're doing it."

Dawn cracked a goofy smile, briefly crossing her eyes comically. "You never kiss me when you're ramming me with that Double Doodad either."

Laura pouted playfully. "I do too. I kiss your... back... your shoulderblades... your beautiful black ass..."

Dawn grinned, her eyes on fire and sparkling. "You lie. You just like to push-"

Laura stopped her with another kiss, this one more passionate even than before.

"You just stay here, like you are now," she panted, slipping down and sliding one leg under Dawn's thigh.

Dawn looked at her, mesmerized as she realized what Laura intended. Even though they had fucked pretty heatedly in many ways, it seemed to have never occurred to her that they could do this. Laura gracefully scissored Dawn's pelvis with her thighs, lying half on her side, bringing her own pussy up close to Dawn's, then reached down with one hand to spread her cunt lips even farther open.

"Do yours too..." she panted to Dawn, gnawing her own lower lip as the sexual excitement began to get the better of her. "Hold your pussy open... so we can put them together."

"Oh... Laura," Dawn exclaimed softly, her shiny black eyes widening.

Obediently, she slipped one hand down between their nearly-mated crotches and did as Laura directed. Laura gazed intensely at her, and when Dawn looked up again, their eyes locked in a hot, throbbing, pulsating union. Without speaking, Laura pushed forward, closing the small gap between them, feeling her knuckles brush against Dawn's as they both drew up their hands and let the warm, squinchy, slippery inner flesh of their pussies meet.

"Hhhhhhh!" Dawn gasped involuntarily.

Laura could feel a symphony of tiny, excited muscles clench in her lower belly. Oh god!

"Ohhhh!" she moaned softly.

The next fifteen or twenty minutes were among the sweetest as well as the most intense sexual moments they had ever spent together. They had both climaxed already at least twice and were now in no hurry. Patiently, very slowly and rhythmically, both of them taking great pains not to make it go too fast, not to rush it, they gyrated their mated groins together in a slow, gentle grind, swirling their hips, feeling the sensitized, oozing inner sleeves of their pussies grow hotter and become runny and even more slippery with fresh thick fuck juice.

Dawn remained on her back, but Laura was still half on her side, digging one elbow into the mattress for leverage, and running her fingertips up and down Dawn's leg to her very black foot, feeling Dawn's shin bone nestled between her breasts, Dawn's knee brushing her sternum, pressing her lips to Dawn's shapely instep. She had never been much into feet, though she recalled the wild, tempestuous experience of sucking Jane's toes once, on their amazing fuck-picnic in the outdoors at Mt. Tam. Jane had gone crazy and climaxed in a screaming, thrashing seizure of thrilling pleasure.

But, for whatever reason, Dawn's feet were not Jane's. They were shapely enough, but Dawn was apparently more of a tomboy than Jane, and her feet were crusted with calluses here and there, some of her toenails split, her shins nicked and scarred with keloids, the evidence of a reckless youth. Still, there were delectable smooth patches of lovely black skin to kiss, and her instep was especially appealing to Laura, who kissed it lengthily and creatively, still methodically sliding her pussy across Dawn's, until she felt Dawn's leg twitch in an involuntary spasm, and heard her yelp softly.

"Anngghhh!"

"Oh... you like that?" Laura smiled.

"Oh god... Laura... when you kiss my foot I can feel it all the way up to my ears!"

"Mmmm, I must be doing something right, then."

"Oh god... it feels so good. You're pussy feels so good. I never knew this would feel so good."

"You're not going to come, are you?"

"I... don't know."

"I don't want you to come. I want this to go on forever."

"God, I don't ever want it to stop."

They were almost horizontal now, heads facing in opposite directions, and Laura found that this position gave her more leverage than usual. She was almost face-down on the mattress, with Dawn's leg under her, grinding and panting, fucking Dawn's pussy harder and harder. She didn't want it to go too fast, but on the other hand it was easier to really pump and grind and swirl her cunt into Dawn's than it could be if she were sitting, or half-leaning forward, or positioned in any other way. Dawn instinctively realized this too, and though still flat on her back, she dug both elbows into the mattress and bucked her groin up into Laura's increasingly vigorous thrusts, panting and accelerating the pace almost uncontrollably.

"Oh... stop... just for a minute!" Laura cautioned, suddenly slowing the rhythm of her own grinding pelvis, twisting and sitting half upright, then shifting her weight, leaning forward. "I don't want either one of us to come too fast."

Dawn's eyes were hypnotically throbbing and pulsing as she gazed up at Laura, apparently unable to speak because of the intense pleasure that filled her body. She shook her head.

"I don't either. Too... good." Wild red circles seemed to swirl deep in the inner recesses of Dawn's black eyes.

Laura twisted her body up further and managed to maneuver their scissored thighs once again until she could lean forward, lean down, swarm over and embrace Dawn. Dawn reached up, and they grabbed one another fiercely, desperately, their tongues coiling and stabbing in a ferociously hungry kiss. Now, in this awkward but passionate embrace, they had to stop fucking and grinding temporarily, but their mouths were so busy trying to devour one another that they scarcely noticed. Laura could feel Dawn's stubby fingernails biting into the naked flesh of her back.

"Oh god... I love you!" Laura panted, her teeth and Dawn's colliding and clattering semi-painfully now and then as they tried to eat one another alive.

Dawn's eyes fluttered open, and she seemed on the verge of a deep swoon. "I love you too, Laura," she gasped softly. "I thought... I was going to come again when you were doing that."

Laura smiled, kissing her face, her forehead, her chin, savagely attacking her mouth again. Then she undulated her hips slightly so that they both could feel their melded, hot, slimy pussy lips sliding together, even though they couldn't in this position really pump each other.

"This?"

"Unngghhhh! Oh god... yessss!"

"Me too. Kiss me again... and then we'll do it."

"Yes."

For some reason this last kiss was not the savage, all-devouring kiss they had just been giving each other but another variety, a calm, simmering, deeply expressive intermingling of their lips and tongues. Dawn mewled softly all through it, and when Laura realized this she suddenly heard herself mewling too. At the end of it, Laura almost fluidly unfolded back into her earlier position, her head pointed exactly in the opposite direction as she settled back to the mattress with Dawn's leg under her body, Dawn's shin between her breasts, Dawn's lovely dark, smooth instep only inches from her lips.

"Ahhnngg... ohhhhh Laura!" Dawn whimpered as both of them again felt the intense sensations of their two streaming, pulsing cunts squirming together. "Oh god!"

Laura could barely speak. She had fucked pussy to pussy tempestuously, sweetly, passionately with others-even nearly raped poor lovely Shontay in Mr. Gibson's easy chair that way only about a week ago-but she wondered if she had ever before felt this stirring, overpowering intensity of emotion so completely suffused with red-hot sexual desire at the same instant. She knew she was about to come, and she realized that Dawn was too.

Dawn was close, even closer than Laura. She had told Laura so, and from the moment Laura had slowly, fluidly, gracefully unbent and stretched back into her initial position Dawn had begun to quiver and moan softly.

Now her moans swelled and grew louder. For the first time this evening, Laura thought of the Gibsons upstairs. For some reason she had ignored the danger up to now. She and Dawn had begun at dusk, the time the Gibsons usually went out for dinner, but she had not really checked to see if they were gone.

But now Dawn's moans were graduating into high, long, keening peals as she grew closer and closer to coming, and Laura realized that her own gasps were now accompanied by wild yelps of uncontrollable pleasure. Doing something about it was impossible, she quickly realized. They were both too far gone. The bed was even squeaking and singing because by now their groins were welded together, jerking up and down in unison, quivering, gyrating as they both worked maniacally to bring one another to the final peak.

"Oh yes! Oh god yes!" Laura panted, feeling as if her warm, raw, wet flesh and Dawn's were one, completely seamless, a throbbing, soupy, hairy mess of tingling, pulsing, raging nerves about to burst.

"Ungghhh! Oh Laur-" Dawn gagged, her lovely, svelte, flexing young body suddenly seizing up. "Oh... now. It's... NOW!"

In a fit of desperate, piercing love, Laura somehow strengthened her hold on Dawn's jerking leg, pressing it desperately against her body, clumsily kissing Dawn's foot, her gorgeous smooth black instep, as if it were Dawn's face, pushing her inflamed cunt back and up into Dawn's slippery hot slit as Dawn began to shudder in the grip of a shocking orgasm.

"Ungghh! Ohnnggg! Oh... yes oh... god! Auunggghhiiiiimmeennngghiieee!" Dawn squealed, her cries filling Laura's bedroom as a phenomenally sharp climax ripped through her.

The violent undulations of Dawn's voluptuous naked body, and the heat of her wet cunt rasping and sliding against Laura's-it actually seemed to swell and ooze with molten heat, growing almost doubly hot as Dawn's orgasm billowed and grew like a steaming, expanding cloud-brought Laura along only a few seconds behind her. She felt a sharp rumbling deep inside her body, then an incredible stabbing sheet of fire roll through her pelvic region and spread rapidly throughout her writhing flesh.

"Unnngghaaunngghnmmnnnggiieee!" she wailed, screaming even louder than Dawn had done as an abrupt, throttling orgasm shook her flesh.

They were locked together at the crotch, moaning and pumping and gasping for air and squealing, more softly now, when Laura felt for the first time Dawn's lips pressed to her own ankle, then Dawn's kisses all over her foot, fervid, passionate kisses that reminded her of the ones she herself had been peppering Dawn's foot with only moments earlier. The bliss was indescribable. It was so deep she wanted to cry, but the sexual waves that were flowing through their intimately linked bodies were still too intense even for crying.

Instead, she pressed her cheek against Dawn's lower shin, and her ankle, holding the girl's leg in both arms and rocking her own body rhythmically so that their orgasmic linkage sent the same waves rolling through their bodies from one to the other and back, making them both quiver and come again in soft, feathery aftershocks.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, feeling her hips shudder involuntarily as another sweet spasm shook her.

"Unnhhhhh... oh Laura Laura... ahhnnnnnnn!" Dawn sighed, her own lower body shuddering too as they continued to pass the aftershocks back and forth between their quivering bodies.

This went on for several minutes as they gradually ceased moving and squirming, and began to breathe more normally. When they untangled their bodies, they could feel their hot, sticky cunts trying to remain together, glued by the warm fluids they had emitted in the throes of their shared ecstasy. Dawn smiled her seductive half-smile at Laura as Laura turned, freeing her bottom leg, to face her.

"They don't want to come unstuck, I think," she said.

"I don't wonder. I came so hard I think mine's broken."

Dawn made a comical moue. "I can try to put it back together."

They stretched out together and embracing, kissing very solemnly, slowly, emotionally.

"It just gets better and better for us," Laura whispered.

"I know," Dawn nodded slightly. "You're wrecking my life, Laura. I'm just trying to get through school. You make me want to fuck with you all the time. I wasn't that way before you."

Laura smiled, happy, her pussy still tingling, her body filled with warmth. She was still a little discomfited by the noise they had made. Her own cries still resounded in her ears, deliriously happy and wrenchingly sexual cries of rapture. No one who heard them could mistake their origin. God, I hope they aren't home! she thought.

Dawn knew what she was thinking. Pulling on her clothes, she caressed Laura's cheek with one long finger. "I got to go home and study. Exam tomorrow. Don't worry, Laura, they probably ain't home. Maybe they'll think we were playing dominos or something."

Laura smiled wryly. "Right."

"Tomorrow night... I could make it," Dawn said, hopefully, eyes wide.

Laura was thrilled. Often she felt she had nearly to beg Dawn to see her, since Dawn was so heavily involved with school. But her shoulders fell disconsolately as she remembered.

"I have a dental appointment tomorrow. I can guarantee you I won't feel like doing this after it's over."

"Poor Laura," Dawn commiserated. "Maybe I'll call you... just to cheer you up?"

Laura hugged her. Since Dawn had no car, Laura had to drive her home and had plenty of time on the way back to think about their wonderful moments in bed. When she parked her own car on the street, she looked around curiously for the Gibsons' big brown Mercedes and couldn't locate it. A mild relief descended on her, and she felt better, sleeping that night in the fragrant, rumpled sheets where she and Dawn had groaned and shuddered, smiling in her sleep.

Laura's company had recently switched insurers, and she had been forced to find a new dentist. This was her second visit, during which a lengthy and painful procedure was to be performed. As she sat in the waiting room, she could not for long take her eyes off the receptionist.

She can't have been here the first time, she thought. I would have noticed. Laura peeked at the woman around the corner of her magazine. Fortunately, there was only one other person in the waiting room, an older man who appeared to be comatose though sitting upright.

The receptionist, safe behind her countertop and low glass barrier, like a bank teller, was pretty and black, about Laura's age, maybe thirty, with long, soft black hair that fell below her ears. Her face was fairly ordinary, but Laura found it lovely, though her eyes were small, her nose flat, and her lips large. Large and puffy and curved and wildly sensual. Laura wanted to mash and maul them with hungry kisses.

Her name, Laura had seen on the nameplate on her desk when she registered, was SARA PAIGE. Sara wore a crisp white blouse and a black skirt, no jewelry. She was all business, friendly, with an easy, quick, face-filling smile. She was also short, as Laura could see, peeking around the corner of her magazine, when Sara got up to retrieve a file from the file cabinet. She could be no more than five feet tall. And she had a large, round ass, big but shapely, which reminded Laura a little of April's ass. Big, but you wanted to dig your fingers into it... and press your lips to it... and-

Laura had to stop herself. This was very unseemly of her, having raw sexual fantasies about a complete stranger, who seemed sweet, uncomplicated, and unsuspecting. You ought to be able to control your feelings in public, Laura, she told herself. If you want to have fantasies about her, do it later.

"Ms. Robbins?" Sara Paige called her, over the glass. "I don't think we got your Social Security number the last time you were here. Can you come over here for a minute?"

Nervous, Laura put down her magazine and crossed the small room.

She peered through the opening in the glass. Sara looked up from her desk. Laura's gaze fell from her eyes to her thick lips. She could feel a distant, familiar fluttering deep in her pussy. I can't want to fuck every pretty young woman, she thought, I just can't! It's so... embarrassing! I have to control my eyes because I just want to... oh, love them, do everything to them! Especially to her! Look at those luscious lips. I could kiss them forever.

Sara smiled at her professionally, then looked through the folders on her desk. Now that she was closer, Laura could see the outline of Sara's bra straps contrasted against her black skin through the crisp white fabric of her blouse, a sight that always made her quiver with sexual excitement. She didn't know exactly why, but it was so alluring that she could barely stand it. To keep Sara from noticing her frank leering, she looked down at the countertop, twisting her fingers, staring at them.

Now Sara came over to her, holding her folder open. She made a sorrowful face.

"Oh, I can see we aren't going to have very much fun in the chair today, are we." Then she smiled at Laura with genuine warmth, almost friendship, a bright, cheerful, deeply sympathetic smile. "I hope you can get through it better than I got through mine. You poor baby... it's going to hurt like hell afterward."

"Thanks a lot for the encouragement," Laura said, deadpan.

"Don't worry," Sara beamed. "Doctor will give you a lot of very exciting drugs to make it all better. I promise."

They verified Laura's Social Security number, and Laura realized she should sit back down, but she wanted to continue bantering with Sara. Just looking at her and talking to her somehow made Laura's whole body tingle and her mind flush with a hot stimulation that was not exactly, or not only, sexual desire-she was very familiar with that-but instead a sense of deep, engaging interest, as if she would surely like to sleep with Sara but also wanted to know her, to spend more time with her than one could by being just a patient in the waiting room.

And her sense that this was impossible seemed to convey itself to Sara. She saw Laura's glumness immediately.

"Ohhhh... you don't have to be so down about it," she said perkily. "You're going to be all right. I promise. Dr. Smedley is 'Painless Pete, ' you know. He won't hurt you. He won't let you suffer. Really."

"You can call me Laura if I can call you Sara," Laura said, feeling awkwardly bold, though only for a second.

Sara beamed again. Her eyes were small, but she smiled so easily, squinting them into a tight little mask of mirth, that you really didn't notice.

"You can call me whatever you want, Laura, as long as you call me to dinner," she cracked, cracking herself up at the same time.

Sara nearly doubled over briefly with laughter. Then she straightened up.

"I'm sorry... my father always used to make that stupid joke. When you said that, it just reminded me of it."

She crossed her eyes in yet another funny face, then dissolved into brief gales of laughter again. To Laura she was ravishing.

"Tell you what," Laura said, fighting back a blush, "I'll take a rain check since I probably won't feel like dinner tonight."

Still laughing, Sara appeared to realize Laura was serious only slowly. Then she tilted her head, looking at Laura oddly, as if to acknowledge that this remark was unorthodox but not unwelcome. But she was, Laura had begun to realize, irrepressibly upbeat and cheerful. It would take more than an unusual invitation to knock her down.

"I'd like that," she said, warmly. "Maybe after you come in to get the stitches out."

Laura smiled and nodded. It was all she could do not to blush, or to let Sara see that she wanted to kiss her. Laura knew she wanted Sara, but she continued to frame this desire in her own mind as wanting to kiss those incredible thick, sensual lips, kiss them thoroughly, passionately, forever.

The dental procedure turned out to be as lengthy and painful as she had feared, and by the time she left the dentist's office-mouth swollen and throbbing, eyes blurred with pain-she barely had the energy to smile bleakly at Sara, let alone allow her eyes to linger one last time on the woman's infinitely desirable mouth. Clutching her prescriptions desperately, she dropped by the pharmacist on her way home. Amoxicillin, for infection, and Tylenol with codeine #4, the strongest kind.

What, no Vicodin? Laura thought wryly. I though Sara said the drugs would be really potent? God, she is a lovely creature. I usually don't go much for the perky type, but she is so sweet. Maybe that's why I feel like kissing her instead of fucking her. Of course, I wouldn't mind doing that either. Would I. Oh, the pain. I have to get upstairs and take some of this stuff and go to bed.

She was focusing so intently on her pain that barely noticed her neighbor Mr. Gibson, Shontay's father, as he got off the elevator. But Mr. Gibson noticed her. Instead of his usual half-bored, neighborly nod, his face froze into a rictus of semi-horror and fascination, as if for the first time he understood that Laura was actually a space alien concealed in the body of a normal young woman.

Laura looked up at the last second, before the door began to slide shut, and saw him still looking at her. Oh god, he heard us! she quickly realized, remembering her night before with Dawn. They must've heard us! Oh god!

She gave him a wan smile just as the door closed, then rode up in the elevator, feeling now completely numb except for the throbbing in her mouth. She was mortified by the realization that the Gibsons had finally overheard one of her more boisterous sexual episodes, but right now, frankly, her own physical pain took precedence over everything.

She changed into a bathrobe, took her medication, brewed a cup of tea, and sat on the sofa feeling sorry for herself. After a while the medicine made her drowsy, and she dozed, wakened later by the phone. She dragged herself groggily over to it.

"Yes?"

"Laura, it's Deshona... what the hell is the matter with you, you sound awful?"

"Yep. Dentist. I'm... not feeling too good."

"Poor baby. I just finished up a meeting down on the Embarcadero. Thought if you were there I'd just pop by before driving home."

Deshona's voice, even though she was proposing a visit, betrayed no sign of wanting sex. Maybe she realizes how pathetically incapacitated I am, Laura mused. She's really a pretty smart and decent person. She probably just wants to mother me a little.