6 comments/ 90610 views/ 30 favorites One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 1 By: Colleen Thomas Lauren was driving home with a great deal more care than was normal for her. Today was Friday, and her vacation had just started. She was taking no chances on missing her evening flight to New Orleans. It would be, she hoped a vacation she would long remember. Traffic was unusually heavy and she soon realized she would be hard pressed to make her flight. She reached her home without incident and hurried inside. Collecting her bags, she said a fond farewell to her pets, left instructions for their care with her roommate and raced off to the airport. Traffic was worse than it had been on the way in and she was running late by the time she reached the airport parking lot. Check in was jammed with people trying to make their flights and she found herself having to run to make it to her gate. It was only after she was seated in her assigned seat with a drink in her hand and the plane in level flight that she relaxed enough to begin to think again. This was going to be so much fun, she had never been to New Orleans. She had read a lot about the fabled city, and was enchanted with its air of romance and mystery. Her hotel was right in the middle of the quarter and she had devoured all the literature sent by the Chamber of Commerce. Even more exciting to her than the city was the prospect of meeting Roxanne. They had met in a chat room devoted to battlefaeries, an online game. Lauren had spent the better part of a year, coaxing, cajoling and patiently waiting to finally convince the shy woman to meet in person. She had only obtained a tentative promise, with a warning that she might chicken out. Still the prospect of finally meeting was a nice one. Her feelings for Roxanne were deep, but confusing. They were alike in many ways, but there was something else there that she could not put her finger on. An undercurrent of something she could ill define was there of that she was sure. Perhaps, she admitted she wasn't ready to deal with what that undercurrent might be. She dozed on the flight, waking with an indistinct memory of a pleasant dream The plane touched down smoothly and began to taxi towards the terminal, Lauren felt herself beginning to become excited, she was finally here! The plane glided smoothly to a stop and she gathered her carry on bag from the overhead compartment. The line moved slowly down the aisle and she was ready to get off the plane. Without the air conditioner it was becoming stuffy. Or was she just getting nervous? She couldn't tell. When she reached the end of the tunnel she looked around expectantly, no one in the crowd of waiting friends and relatives looked like the pictures she had seen of Roxanne. She felt a deep disappointment, but tried to tell herself that with all the new security measures Roxanne might not have been able to make it to her gate. Lauren made her way to baggage claim, again scanning the crowd, but she saw no one familiar in the milling faces. By the time she reached the main concourse she was sure that her friend had backed out. It hurt her feelings but she tried to smile and remember she was on vacation. She followed the signs to the taxiway planning on taking a cab to her hotel. Walking through the doors her breath was taken away. The heat and sultry humidity assaulted her senses. It was like stepping fully clothed into a sauna. She put her bags down and wiped her brow, this was not what she was used to. She felt a strange excitement, something in the air. It was a suppressed feeling of waiting for something to happen. She was reaching down to pick her bags up when a small voice behind her said "Lauren?" Lauren turned quickly to face the person who had spoken. She was a small woman, dressed in jeans, a flannel work shirt and work boots. Her auburn hair was up, in a pony tail and she looked like she was dying in those heavy clothes in the heat. Lauren remembered suddenly that Roxanne had said she would have to leave straight from work to catch her plane. Lauren felt a bit silly now; she had been searching for someone dressed like a woman, as she knew Roxanne liked to do. "Roxanne?" She asked. The smaller woman smiled shyly and nodded. Lauren could see how much just this simple exchange was taking out of her. She felt bad that she had inadvertently forced her friend to approach her. She was also strangely flattered, she knew just how difficult it was for her. Lauren wanted to hug her at that point, but something held her back. Instead she held out her hand and the smaller woman shook it. She found herself at a loss for words. "How was your flight?" she asked finally. "It was O.K.," came the reply. Her voice was low, pleasantly modulated, but too deep for her size. Lauren remembered that she was very self-conscious about it and made a point not to notice. The silence that followed was awkward and Lauren was glad to have a taxi pull in. A tall black man in gray livery got out and helped them put their bags into the trunk. The cool air conditioning inside the cab was a godsend after the stifling humidity outside. Roxanne seemed even more grateful for the coolness and sat in the corner pressed up against the door. "Where to ladies?" the driver asked in a voice heavily tainted by his southern accent. "The Jefferson," Lauren replied. "Nice place," he said as he pulled away. "First time in the City?" "It is for me, she has been here several times before," Lauren said. "It's a great place to visit, good thing you didn't come at Mardi Gras your first trip. It is a different place then," he said. They continued chatting as he drove through the streets of the city. Lauren stole a glance at Roxanne, she was staring out the window, apparently lost in thought. Lauren was happy for the talkative driver, she was sure that it would have been a silent ride otherwise. The Jefferson was situated on Rue De Bienville in the heart of the quarter. It was four stories high with a red brick and wrought iron fa‡ade that fit perfectly with the architecture around it. Inside it was decorated in lavish Victorian style. Lauren and Roxanne made their way to the desk where a formally attired man in his middle fifties greeted them. "May I help you?" he asked with a smile. "We would like to check in," Lauren said. "Reservations?" he asked. "Yes," Lauren said as she handed him her print out from the reservation company. He looked it over then looked up and smiled "Are you together?" he inquired. She was forced to smile when she saw Roxanne blush and seem to be looking for a place to hide. Something about her at that moment touched Lauren, she seemed to be totally vulnerable. She wasn't sure if it was her maternal instinct, or something else, but she took the print out from Roxanne's hand and said, "Yes." The concierge arched an eyebrow but said nothing as he took the two print outs and entered them into the computer on the desk. Lauren felt rather than saw Roxanne move slightly closer to her. The concierge programmed two key cards and handed them to Lauren. "I have taken the liberty of moving your friend to a room adjoining yours, second floor end of the hallway, the bell hop will bring up your bags momentarily," he said with a smile. They made their way across the beautiful lobby. Old paintings showing the riverfront in the days of steamships and antebellum homes decorated the walls. The wainscoat was expensive wood and all the trim was mahogany. The architect had done an outstanding job of transporting those in the lobby back to a more elegant and genteel time. The elevator in the corner was right out of a movie. An open wrought iron cage, with an elderly black man, dressed in the hotel's livery operating it. "Floor ladies?" he asked in a deep baritone, again infused with an accent that Lauren was not sure of. "Two please," Roxanne said quietly before Lauren could answer. "Two it is then," he said as he worked the archaic controls and the iron grill slid closed. When he opened it they were on the second floor landing. Lauren stepped off the elevator and started down the hallway. She realized Roxanne wasn't with her and turned back. She saw her friend taking a dollar bill and dropping it in the elevator man's hand. He tipped his hat to her and smiled as she got off the elevator. Lauren was reminded again that she was dealing with a very thoughtful, if painfully shy person. Somehow she found it unbelievably cute. When they reached Roxanne's room she slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Lauren continued down the hallway to her room. She had a corner room, the last one on the hall. She opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her before she flipped on the lights and stood there in amazement. The room was simply stunning. The lights were all shaped to look like gaslights. A large, four-poster canopy bed dominated one wall. It was finished in a dark color, but had sea foam green linen and a comforter on it. The walls were neutral beige, but the whole thing was finished in a dark wood trim. On the wall opposite the door was a stone fireplace. Lauren remembered reading that the fireplaces were gas operated and could give heat in the winter or just light if it was warm. A large print over the fireplace showed two steamboats racing up the river. There was a small writing desk in the corner, near a pair of french doors, that apparently opened onto the balcony. There was another door she assumed was a closet, and one that had to be the bathroom. A smaller door was set into the wall that she shared with Roxanne's room. On the wall nearest her a massive armoire was placed. It was a dark wood and obviously very heavy. Two wingback chairs were positioned in front of it. A beautiful settee, with delicate Queen Anne legs was placed in front of the fireplace with a coffee table that looked to be a real antique. One corner held a kitchenette situated behind a counter, with two barstools in front of it. She moved into the room and began to explore a bit. The armoire held a huge television and stereo system along with a VCR. The bathroom was finished in fake marble tiles and featured a large bathtub, rather than a shower. White linen with the hotel's monogram was stored in a small closet. The kitchenette had a small fridge, a microwave and a wet bar. She noticed that the bar was empty and decided she would have to remedy that first thing. The fridge was likewise empty. She found the thermostat and turned it way down, it wasn't her electricity after all. She was playing with the fireplace controls when she heard a discreet knock at her door. She opened it to find a porter holding her bags. He brought them in and placed them on the floor. He was leaving when Lauren tried to give him a tip. "Oh, no ma'm, the lady next door took care of it. Thank you much though," he said as he departed. After he had left Lauren remembered the adjoining door. She walked over and undid the bolt on her side and tried the knob. It wouldn't budge. She knocked on it and heard movement on the other side. The bolt came undone and Roxanne opened the door a crack and peered through. She had removed her work clothes and was wrapped up in a red satin robe, her hair spilling down her back in a tangled mess. "Welcome to the Ritz," she said softly. "Decadent, isn't it?" Lauren laughed. "Almost like the Poconos," Roxanne said and smiled. It was the first real smile she had seen, and it made Lauren feel better. Roxanne seemed to be opening up a bit. She opened the door all the way and walked into the bathroom where Lauren could hear water running. Lauren walked in and looked around. Roxanne's room was smaller than her own, but similarly decorated. Both of Roxanne's bags were open and sitting on the bed and she saw that the smaller one seemed to be nothing but lingerie. She remembered her friend's admitted addiction and found herself smiling. Lauren rarely wore sexy under things for reasons of her own. She found herself wandering over to the bed and taking a closer look. A corset was sitting on the bed; it was ivory satin, trimmed in black lace, with black garters. Like it?" Roxanne's voice came from behind her. Lauren whirled around, a little embarrassed. She felt the color rise to her cheeks for some reason. "Maybe on you, but not this girl," she said with a laugh, hoping to cover her embarrassment. "I think you would look smashing in one," Roxanne said quietly. Lauren eyed her critically, raising an eyebrow. Her friends face was serious, with no hint that she was joking. The green eyes were intent and unreadable, and Lauren found herself coloring again. A strange feeling was upon her, one she wasn't quiet comfortable with. " So what do you want to do tonight? Or are you too tired to go out?" She asked to change the subject. "Its up to you, I just need to get a bath, I feel so sticky," Roxanne said smiling. Lauren couldn't help but take a moment to admire her friend. She was shorter than Lauren, about five six. Her skin was pale, with a dusting of freckles, and few blemishes that she could see. Her eyes were a deep green and her auburn hair was worn long. The robe she was wearing only came to mid thigh and Lauren could see most of her legs, they were well toned from her job. She wasn't beautiful in the classic sense, but was what most men called cute. Her demeanor added to her looks, making her seem wistful and lonely. Somehow unapproachable. "Well, if you're not too tired, I would like to see Bourbon Street," Lauren said. "Great!" Roxanne said enthusiastically. "Just let me get a quick bath in." "I think I will too, see you in half an hour?" "It's only eight thirty, how bout an hour? That tub looks too inviting to rush," Roxanne said with a dreamy smile. "An hour it is then," Lauren said with a chuckle. Roxanne looked so cute with that expression on her face. Lauren retreated to her own room and ran a quick bath. She didn't take too long. She was out and dressed with time to spare. Looking through the open door she could see that Roxanne was still in the bathroom, as the door was still closed. Lauren leafed through the information packed that she found on the writing desk. It contained a coupon book for things to do in the city and information on the hotel services. Tucked into a side folder was a movie list available to rent. This explained the VCR she thought. She leafed through the movies, seeing many current hits and quite a few older movies. The last page was filled with adult titles. Lauren laughed at some of the films names. She glanced up at the clock and saw it was almost nine. She got up and walked quietly over to Roxanne's room. As she entered, the door to the bathroom opened and her friend emerged. Her skin was rosy from the hot water and had taken on a soft pink hue. Her robe was thrown over her shoulders, but not tied in front. She quickly pulled her robe shut, but not before Lauren got a glimpse of her breasts, her flat tummy and her fiery red pubic triangle. "Impatient! I am hurrying," Roxanne giggled as she skipped past the doorway towards the bed. Lauren laughed herself and went back to her room. In a few minutes Roxanne joined her. She was wearing a simple black dress with black stockings and low heels. The dress was familiar and Lauren recognized it as the one from her pictures, "Ready?" She asked. "Ready," Roxanne smiled. She seemed to be getting more comfortable, and less prone to the long silences Lauren had come to expect from her. "Where to?" Roxanne asked as they made their way down the hall towards the elevators. "I have two free drink Coupons to Pat O'Brien's, how bout we start there?" "Great, I haven't been to Pat O's in quite a while," Roxanne replied "We aren't going to get lost are we?" "I doubt it, I have been here many times." "I am so excited!" Lauren exclaimed. "Its a wonderful place, it has it's own aura. Sensual, mystical, mysterious, I love it here," Roxanne said earnestly. "I know, you will have to give me a tour," Lauren smiled. They left the lobby and entered the quiet Rue De Bienville. This street was mostly antique and estate shops and was usually deserted by dark. The boisterous noise of Bourbon Street could be heard as Roxanne led her down a darkened side street. The night was sultry, but not as humid as it had been. Lauren saw a few puddles and realized it must have showered while they were getting settled in. Emerging onto Bourbon she was assaulted by the myriad of sights, smells and sounds. People were everywhere, pressed into lines in front of bars and shops, small groups made their way up the packed street. The noise of a hundred conversations mixed with music from the clubs to create a cacophony, which was somehow pleasant. The smells of stale beer mixed with exotic Cajun food and the press of people in close quarters mixed to create a distinct smell. Roxanne gently touched her arm and smiled at her, then started off down the packed street. Lauren followed her, dodging in and out of groups of people. A lot of the people were college kids, she saw shirts proclaiming several different schools and universities. Everyone seemed to be drunk and all were having a good time. They passed shops of all types, mostly souvenir places, which sold shirts and mugs and the like. Many of the clubs had long lines that they were forced to detour around or through. Pat O'Brien's was no exception and they had to wait almost 45 minutes to get in. Once inside they found a table and ordered drinks. Roxanne had a long Island Iced Tea, in a hurricane glass. Lauren had a crown and seven. Roxanne downed her drink very quickly and ordered another. Lauren remembered that she was very uncomfortable in crowds and decided she was probably trying to relax. Lauren was a bit concerned the last thing she wanted was to put her friend into an awkward position. The drinks seemed to help and soon Roxanne was laughing and chatting away. They spent a couple of hours there, drinking and talking. By the time they decided to leave both of them were pleasantly buzzed. The streets seemed to be just as crowded as when they came in. "I thought it would be a little less packed," Lauren said. "Not here, the party won't slow down till well into the morning," Roxanne laughed. They turned into the side street and were suddenly alone. Lauren could tell Roxanne was happy to be away from the press of bodies. As they passed a stairway leading down to the basement apartments Lauren saw a young man and woman making out. Their bodies were intertwined and she could hear the quiet noises of their passion. She realized this was the perfect place for a couple. The very air was heavy with sensual tension. She suddenly wished she were with someone it had been so long. Roxanne noticed the sudden change in her mood. "Are you all right?" she asked quietly. "Yes, fine,' Lauren said quickly, with a forced smile. She fought hard to keep back the tears that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her. "Are you sure?" Lauren looked down at the smaller woman, in the half- light she seemed even smaller. Her eyes seemed huge though, with a luminous quality that was disquieting. In those eyes Lauren saw concern, more than she would have imagined. It touched her deeply and impulsively she enfolded Roxanne in her arms. Roxanne hugged her back, holding on tightly. "I'm fine," Lauren said again as she broke the embrace. "We had better get going before someone gets the wrong idea," Roxanne said with a mischievous grin. Lauren laughed deeply and the sudden emptiness inside her was gone as quickly as it had come. "Let em!" she said loudly and then laughed even harder as her friend blushed and giggled. "My Hero," Roxanne said. Lauren was about to make another comment when they rounded the corner, but she decided not to, there were several people in front of the hotel and she didn't want to embarrass Roxanne. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 1 They made their way up to their floor and both went into Lauren's room. "Drink?" Roxanne said as she walked behind the bar. "Sorry, but the cupboard is bare," Lauren replied. Roxanne reached into the fridge and brought out a bottle of crown and a two-liter bottle of seven up. "Really?" she asked. "What the hell??" Lauren sputtered. Roxanne burst out laughing. "Silly Lauren, haven't you ever heard of room service? I ordered the drinks from the package store, they delivered and someone from the hotel brought them up." Lauren just smiled at her as Roxanne fixed them both a drink. She brought Lauren's to her and they both sat on the settee. It was good, if a little strong. A silence fell upon them then. Roxanne was staring at her with an uncertain look. Lauren suddenly felt warm and the room felt stuffy. She felt like a schoolgirl on a date again, unsure of what to say or do. There was a tension in the air, something almost palpable. Roxanne drained her drink and smiled softly. Lauren found her eyes drawn to Roxanne's. Something passed between them, but she wasn't sure what. Her eyes darted to her friend's lips. She realized Roxanne's eyes were on hers. Her head moved forward, just slightly, hesitantly. What was she thinking? She felt a sudden panic well up within her and drew back for her friend. Roxanne frowned and stood up quickly. "Good night Lauren," she called over her shoulder as she quickly retreated to her room and closed the door. For a long time Lauren sat there, tying to decide what had just happened. She finished her drink slowly, trying to work through her own feelings. In the end she gave up. "Horny, drunk and tired," She muttered to herself as she stripped off her clothes and curled up under the sheet. She lay awake for a long time, unable to get her mind off Roxanne's face. It floated there before her eyes as sleep finally claimed her. She awoke with a start. The room was still dark, no sunlight shown through the curtains. She was bathed in sweat and had kicked off the sheet. She realized her nipples were aching and her hand was resting between her thighs. Her breathing was ragged and her mouth was very dry. She brushed her hair back from her face. "What a dream," she whispered to herself. It was then that she realized her fingers were sticky and that she was very damp. "I must be loosing my mind," she whispered to herself as she got up and got a glass of water. She dried herself with a towel and washed her face. The image that stared back at her from the mirror seemed alien. She returned to her bed, but try as she might, she could not remember what she had been dreaming. ******************* Lauren awoke to the enchanting smell of fresh coffee. She was instantly aware that someone was in the room with her. She sat up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. "Good Morning, sleepyhead," Roxanne said as she walked out of the kitchenette with a hot cup of coffee. She was wearing a deep metallic blue nightie that barely covered her behind. Lauren had to pry her eyes off of her friend to take the steaming cup of coffee from her. She looked so happy and relaxed. Lauren propped herself up on her pillows and sipped her coffee. I t was hot and incredibly thick and strong. "It's good, where did you get it?' Lauren asked as Roxanne walked back to the kitchenette. "At the corner store, it's almost eleven o'clock, I have been up for a while. How do you like your eggs?" she asked pleasantly. "Scrambled," Lauren replied automatically. "Me too," She said as she started to break the eggs. "I'll help," Lauren said as she started to rise. "You will not, you will stay right there and relax. You are on vacation." Roxanne said. "So are you," Lauren protested halfheartedly, she really did not want to get up. "I am happy to cook for you, so just lye back and enjoy it," Roxanne called. Lauren was too drowsy to argue, she relaxed and closed her eyes. Soon the sounds and smells of breakfast cooking filled the room. She had to admit it was very nice to be babied. When she opened her eyes Roxanne was bringing her food on a silver bed tray. Lauren suddenly found herself ravenously hungry and attacked the sausage, eggs and toast with gusto. Roxanne pulled up one of the wingback chairs and sat down, watching Lauren eat. She crossed her legs and propped them up on the bed, Sinking deeply into the chair and sipping her own coffee. Lauren glanced up at her and smiled. "You would make a good wife for someone," Lauren teased between bites. "Are you offering?" Roxanne asked, there was a smile on her face, but the question seemed to carry a deeper meaning. "I don't know can you keep house?" Lauren said as she toke the last bite of her toast. "With the best of em, I even do windows," the smaller woman said. "How are you in the sack?" Lauren asked. She was rewarded by seeing Roxanne blush a deep crimson. "Score one for me," Lauren said giggling. "Bitch," Roxanne said, giggling herself. "I'll show you bitch!" Lauren said, jumping up and leaping on her friend. She dug her fingers into Roxanne's sides eliciting a squealing giggle. "No!" Roxanne managed as she tried to squirm away. Lauren pulled her to the floor and rolled on top of her. Straddling her hips as she dug her fingers in and kept tickling. Lauren continued to tickle her until she was reduced to gasping sobbing laughter. "Give up?" she said with a smile as she stopped momentarily. Roxanne's face was strange, a look of surprise and something else upon it. Lauren realized suddenly that she was still nude. Roxanne's eyes were glued to her breasts, which were just inches from her face. Lauren stood up quickly. "Oops," was all she could manage. Roxanne's nightgown had ridden up and Lauren was suddenly aware that her friend's panties were visible. Roxanne quickly pulled her nightgown down, coloring furiously. Lauren was almost sure that her friend was aroused. Roxanne's eyes roved all over her body, and Lauren felt a strange feeling rising within herself. She laughed and quickly danced to the bathroom. She could feel Roxanne's eyes on her, all the way until the door closed. When she came back out she was alone in her room. She quickly got dressed and had a second cup of coffee. Roxanne came in a few minutes later. "Ready to go?" she asked. "Where are we going?" "You will see," she smiled. They left the hotel and walked through the quarter. It was less crowded and Lauren was able to enjoy the scenery. The buildings were a mix of architectural styles, many obviously very old. The first place they stopped was Marie Laveau's Voodoo shop. Inside the small shop were tarot cards and gris gris bags. All the trappings of the fabled Voodoo priestess were displayed. There were potions here and there and magical charms. Roxanne picked up a green bottle and said, "Here ya go. Have a swig of this." Lauren examined it; Love Potion Number Nine was emblazoned on it. Lauren giggled and put the bottle back on the shelf. They browsed for a while, showing each other anything they found that was interesting. A few doors down was a shop devoted to Mardi Gras masks. The had a ball trying them on and showing them to each other. The proprietress seemed used to such things and only smiled. Roxanne bought a small mask before they left. Laughing and enjoying each other's company they made their way up to Jackson square. Lauren was immediately taken with the Cathedral there. It was beautiful and majestic, rising above the square. They waited in line for the tour, which was conducted by a very short priest with a French accent. After the tour Roxanne led her across the busy street to the famous Caf‚ Du Mond. Lauren took a seat and was watching the crowds when Roxanne returned with two cups of coffee and a plateful of begets. Lauren took a bite of the sweet pastry, it was very good, very much like a funnel cake. She then took a swallow of her coffee. It was awful, thick and hot but terribly bitter. Roxanne exploded into gales of laughter as Lauren struggled to keep from spewing coffee and cake all over the place. When she finally was able to swallow she gave Roxanne a dirty look. "What is that shit?" she demanded. "It's called chicory, the locals put it in all their coffee," she giggled. "That was a dirty trick," Lauren said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Score one for me," Roxanne said sweetly. "You'll pay for that, I promise," Lauren said with a hint of a smile. "Ooh, a threat," Roxanne cooed. "Not a threat, a promise," Lauren said smiling for real now. They finished their snack. Lauren couldn't take the chicory coffee and was forced to go get a cup of regular coffee. When she returned Roxanne was staring at the Cathedral with a strange expression. Lauren looked at it, but could not determine what Roxanne was staring at. They made their way up the steps to the River Walk after they finished eating. It was a beautiful view of the ships moving busily about the river. The river walk was full of shops and they spent quite a while shopping. Lauren picked up a few Cd's in the small underground music shop. Roxanne bought a few nick-knacks here and there for friends. By the time they passed the Jacks Brewery it was dark outside. They made their way up the silent streets, which were filling with people again. Roxanne seemed to be looking for something. She stopped outside a nondescript shop with a sign that said Second Skin and pulled Lauren inside. The inside was filed with leather goods. The walls held an unbelievable number of jackets, skirts, pants and boots. Lauren was amazed at the colors, from traditional black and brown to outrageous pinks, purples and even Day-Glo orange. "Ready for some fun?" Roxanne asked. Lauren looked at her suspiciously. Roxanne laughed and took her arm, half leading half dragging her through the hanging beads that masked a doorway that separated the shop into two parts. A sign read over 21 only. The other side held a selection of bondage gear and sex toys. Restraints of every kind lined the walls. Leather corsets and dresses with cut outs at the most private places, collars, hand cuffs, gloves and anything else you could possibly imagine. Lauren was dumbfounded. "I thought you might like it here," Roxanne said softly into her ear. Women were trying on various things under the watchful eyes of their masters. One man experimented with a paddle on his sub's bare behind. A tall blonde woman led a smaller brunette through the racks on a leash. Videos of X rated bondage films were showing on screens all around the shop. Lauren felt her heartbeat quicken and her breath seemed to catch in her throat. A tall, heavily muscled man wearing only leather chaps and boots approached them. His nipples were pierced and he had on a spiked collar. "Can I help you ladies?" he asked in a deep voice, devoid of accent. He exuded raw power and his black eyes seemed to hold a magnetic power over her. Except for the purple mohawk he could have been one of the men from her favorite fantasies. "I was looking for a collar," Roxanne said. His eyes finally left Lauren's and she found she could breathe again. "Of course, any particular style?" he asked as he led Roxanne away towards the back of the shop. Lauren was left standing there still trying to take it all in. She had heard of such places, but never expected to see the inside of one. "A pretty little thing, is she yours?" a voice inquired. Lauren turned to see the tall blonde woman standing there. She wore her hair in a sever bob, and was coldly beautiful. She was even taller than Lauren and exuded an aura of supreme confidence. Her blue eyes were glued to Roxanne's ass and she licked her lips hungrily. For some reason that look angered Lauren more than she would have believed. In her minds eye she could easily see this cold woman hurting Roxanne. Without consider the implications she replied, "Yes, she is mine." "Pity, you should keep her on a short leash, she is to edible to last long around here," the blonde said as she tugged on the leash and moved away with her sub meekly following behind her. Lauren stood there trembling in rage. She was not even sure why, but she mastered herself and walked quickly to the back of the shop where the man was showing Roxanne a huge selection of collars. "What do you think?" Roxanne said with a smile as she showed Lauren a black leather mistress collar with a metal D ring in front. Lauren's eyes were on the blonde woman who was watching from across the room. She barely heard Roxanne. "Lauren? Lauren?? Lauren, are you all right?" she asked, her voice rising. "What? Yes, it looks fine, I think you should get it,' Lauren said distractedly. "I will then," Roxanne said, her voice showing her confusion. "Will you excuse us?" Lauren said as she took Roxanne by the arm and steered her towards the counter. Roxanne paid for the collar and was about to put it in her bag when Lauren said "Put it on." Roxanne giggled and said, "Are you crazy?" She looked into Lauren's eyes, the smile fading from her face. She meekly put the collar on. Lauren nodded and led her out of the shop. The last thing Lauren saw was the blonde staring at them as they left. She stayed mad for about a block. Then she looked at Roxanne and smiled. "You can take it off now," she said easily. "What got into you?" Roxanne asked as she removed the collar. "Nothing,' Lauren said. Roxanne searched her face, and then shrugged. Her face showed she wanted to ask more. "I'll tell you later," Lauren smiled. By the time they had reached the Italian restaurant where they were going to eat dinner they were laughing and joking again. The mitered showed them to a secluded booth and took their drink orders. When the waitress returned with their drinks and took their orders they were left in comparative privacy. Roxanne sipped her wine and stared at Lauren. Lauren was on her third drink before she finally spoke. She explained what happened in the shop. Roxanne watched her intently but said nothing. When Lauren finished she eyed Roxanne and waited. "That was incredibly sweet of you," Roxanne said at last. "Sweet?" "Yes, very sweet," "Why do you say that?" "You wanted to protect me, I find that sweet. Is that so odd?" she asked in a quiet voice. "Well, no if you put it that way I guess. I don't know. I don't know what's come over me. Let just try and forget it and enjoy our meal." The meal was excellent and the drinks were good. Lauren had an excellent Penne Rustica while Roxanne had chicken parm. By the time they finished Lauren was feeling very mellow. Roxanne was very giggly and Lauren remembered that she had mentioned that wine had a particular effect on her. On the way back to the hotel Roxanne was laughing and talking a mile a minute. Lauren had never seen her like this; she was cute and bubbly without a trace of her usual shyness. Lauren decided she would get some more wine, she liked this side of Roxanne. They stopped at the package store and Lauren picked up anther bottle of wine and another two liter seven up. When they got back to her room Lauren poured Roxanne another glass of wine and a drink for herself. She put the enigma disk she had purchased in the cd player and clicked on infinite repeat. Then she sat down on the settee next to Roxanne. Roxanne looked at the glass with a small smile and said, "I probably shouldn't drink anymore." Lauren laughed and said "Aww, go ahead, you're on vacation." Roxanne giggled and took a sip. Her face was flushed and she had a crooked grin. Lauren took a swallow of her drink and closed her eyes, letting the music take her mind away. She opened her eyes to see Roxanne swaying with the music. She had a very serene look on her face. "What ya thinking?" Lauren asked. "Hmm?? Oh nothing really," she replied a bit too quickly. "Like what nothing?" Lauren asked as she placed her glass on the table. "Well, I was just thinking how nice it has been and how glad I am I met you here," she said quietly. "That's nice, I am glad you came too. What else?" "Truthfully?" she replied, suddenly serious. "Of course," Lauren replied, her eyes locked onto Roxanne's. Roxanne looked at her, and then licked her lips. "I was thinking how pretty you are." Lauren smiled at her. "Hold that thought, I have to powder my nose," she said as she rose and went to the bathroom. After she relieved herself Lauren wet a towel and wiped her face. She looked at herself critically in the mirror. "Are you sure you know what your doing?" she asked herself quietly. Her reflection stared back, showing the doubts she felt. She straightened up and shook her head once to clear it. "No, I guess I don't." she whispered, smiling wanly to herself. When she returned to the settee she took a big gulp of her drink and leaned close to Roxanne. "Now where were?" she purred. Roxanne's eyes widened a bit and she stammered a bit, "I was saying how pretty I thought you were." "And?" Lauren whispered. Roxanne was staring at her with wide eyes, she licked her lips nervously but said nothing. Lauren had to make a decision now. Did she press her friend, or back off? She knew it was unknown territory, in times past she had pressed online and upset Roxanne badly. Their bodies were close only inches separated them. She could smell Roxanne's perfume, a very light floral scent. Her own nipples were hard and she could see Roxanne's forcing the fabric of her green dress away from her breasts. Roxanne was breathing heavily and her face was flushed, but Lauren was sure it wasn't the wine this time. Her eyes locked onto Roxanne's, the deep green pools seemed bottomless. Her eyes shifted to Roxanne's full, soft lips. She leaned forward slowly bringing her face to Roxanne's. Roxanne stood abruptly and with a strangled sound she ran to the French doors and out onto the balcony. Lauren sat back and snorted in frustration. The City, the booze, the music, having her friend nearby, her own aching loneliness all had brought her to this moment. If she didn't follow Roxanne she knew she would loose her nerve, and somehow she knew if she let it pass, the moment would never come again. For several heartbeats her emotions warred with one another. Her fear of pushing her friend away was great and Roxanne was so unpredictable. Her own nature was not aggressive and she had never tired anything like this before. Rejection would hurt her even more than acceptance would scare her. Finally, it was not something she considered normal. All this weighed against her pressing. On the other hand her instincts told her this was right. She gulped the last of her drink and stood up, she would not let this moment pass. She walked quietly and determinedly to the open French doors. The sultry, velvety darkness of the New Orleans night enfolded her. Roxanne stood against the wrought iron railing, staring into the darkness. Lauren walked up behind her and leaned forward, placing both her hands on the railing on either side of her friend. "Are you all right?" she asked softly. "I. I don't know," came the nearly inaudible reply. "What's wrong?" "I can't explain," Roxanne said. Lauren's head was very close to Roxanne's, she could smell the faint strawberry scent of her shampoo. She could feel the heat of Roxanne's body radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. Her breasts grazed Roxanne's back and she turned suddenly to face Lauren. When she made no move to runaway, or even to escape the circle of her arms Lauren leaned very close to her. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked in a voice she barely recognized as her own. Roxanne shook her head, apparently not trusting her voice. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 1 As Lauren leaned closer Roxanne's hands lightly touched her arms. The feeling was electric. Here eyes were fastened onto Roxanne's lips, she saw them quiver very slightly. Roxanne's eyes closed and her lips parted as she leaned forward hesitantly. Their lips touched and for a fraction of a second the world seemed to stand still. Still slightly unsure of herself Lauren tentatively pressed her tongue against Roxanne's soft lips. They parted readily and Roxanne's tongue gently responded to her own. Lauren could taste the sweetness of the wine and a taste she realized absently was the taste of another woman's lips. For a long time they stood like that, tongues caressing each other. Roxanne's hands moved up her shoulders and held her while her own left the railing and locked behind the smaller woman's back. When the kiss was finally broken Lauren looked questioningly at Roxanne. Her eyes were still closed tightly, and she licked her still parted lips. Lauren pulled her gently along back into the room. The song had changed, and Lauren realized the disc had turned over. Time seemed to have no meaning. Roxanne was looking at her questioningly, Lauren found herself smiling. "May I have this dance?" she said unable to keep in a giggle. Even as she said it she thought it sounded corny, but that didn't bother her. "Of course," Roxanne murmured her voice still very quiet. Lauren had the impression this was like a dream to her friend, and that she was afraid to make any loud noises that might break the spell. They moved together again, still hesitantly. Neither was exactly sure of what to do, or how to do it. Lauren slipped her arms around her smaller friend's slim waist. Roxanne's arms draped over Lauren's shoulders and held tightly to her. Lauren locked her hands together at the small of Roxanne's back and gently but firmly pulled her close. For a long while they stood like that, not really dancing, but simply rocking slightly back and forth in time to the music. Each seemed to take great pleasure in the close proximity of the other and neither wanted it to end. It might have ended there, going no further than that single kiss. Lauren was unsure of what to do next, and Roxanne seemed to be in a dreamlike trance, simply swaying along with her. Then fate stepped in. The song ended and another began. Lauren, knowing the Cd by heart, changed to the new rhythm almost instantly. Roxanne was slower to pick up on the new beat and for a moment the two were out of sync. Lauren' knee slid between Roxanne's legs and her thigh gently bumped Roxanne's pussy. A small gasp escaped Roxanne's lips and her eyes shot open in surprise. "Oops," Lauren whispered with a smile. Roxanne returned the smile as her legs parted more. Lauren let her hands slide down, over the rise of her friend's soft ass. She spread her hands and then gently squeezed the firm flesh in her hands, pulling Roxanne against her. Roxanne moaned softly, the sound was incredibly erotic to Lauren. She could feel herself becoming aroused now, passing the state of needing someone close and becoming excited. Her left hand continued to gently squeeze Roxanne's ass while her right gently glided back up to touch the bare skin of her neck. Their bodies were pressed tightly together now. Lauren's thigh was pressed against Roxanne, trapped between the smaller woman's thighs. Her nipples were pressed into Roxanne, the soft swaying gently stimulating them until they became stiff and sensitive. The tenor of their swaying changed, becoming more urgent. Lauren looked into Roxanne's eyes and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down. The sound of it was unnaturally loud as it slowly slid downward. Lauren's eyes never left Roxanne's, searching them for any sign that she was going to far. The zipper reached the end of its run and stopped, Lauren held it a few seconds longer before giving it a final tug. Satisfied that it was all the way undone her hands glided up the silky material until they rested on Roxanne's shoulders. For a long moment they stood like that, neither moving, frozen as still as statues. Last chance to stop, her rational mind told her, but she no longer wanted to stop. If this was wrong then so be it, her instincts were in control, and her suddenly awakened passion. Her fingers curled around the two halves of the dress and then gently pulled them apart. Roxanne released her hold on Lauren's shoulders and held her arms out and down. Lauren pulled the top down and it slid off of Roxanne's arms. The top came free and flopped forward, hanging down the front of the skirt, which was still held up by her hips. Lauren placed her hands on Roxanne's shoulders and held her back, looking down to see what was revealed. Roxanne was wearing the ivory corset Lauren had seen earlier. A black lacy bra held her heavy breasts up. It contrasted with her pale skin, setting if off nicely. Lauren traced a finger along Roxanne's bare shoulder, and down her arm. Roxanne shivered at the gentle caress. Lauren's fingers glided back up feeling the silken skin under them. Her fingers hooked under the dainty straps of the bra and she looked into her friend's eyes once again. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked softly. "Oh, Lauren. I have never been so sure of anything in my life," came the breathless reply. Lauren nodded and their lips met again. There was no hesitation this time as their lips met. Lauren's tongue slipped between Roxanne's soft lips and the smaller woman sucked gently on it. The feeling was incredible and Lauren felt her own heartbeat quicken. Her thumbs slid under the straps to Roxanne's bra and lifted them off her shoulders. Lauren's hands went behind Roxanne's back and fumbled with the bra's closure. She had undone and done her own bra's a thousand time with no problems, but she was frustrated by this one. Lauren broke the kiss and growled in frustration. "Problems?" Roxanne asked sweetly. "Take that damned thing off," Lauren growled in her best macho guy impression. Roxanne was seized by a fit of the giggles. She reached back and deftly unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. Her breasts were heavy, with coral colored aureoles about the size of a half dollar. The nipples were very long and very erect, standing out from the aureole. Her skin was even paler than Lauren thought, and she could see the network of tiny veins just under the skin. They were firm and well shaped just now beginning to show the effects of age. She managed to pull her eyes away and look at Roxanne's face. She could see apprehension written in her features. Lauren reminded herself that she was dealing with someone who had a wretched self-image. "Beautiful," she whispered and was rewarded with the brightest smile she had ever seen. Lauren licked her lips and tentatively reached out to gently stroke one of them. Her fingers traced along the underside, then up over the nipple, which seemed to jump under her touch. Roxanne's body shuddered and a long hiss passed her lips when Lauren gently placed her hands under each one and lifted them. Her thumbs gently rolled the taunt nipples producing tiny whimpering sounds from Roxanne. Lauren continued to gently knead and fondle them, fascinated at their shape and texture. Her skin was soft and warm, like heated silk in Lauren's hands as they glided over it. The aureoles were rougher and the nipples were as hard as pebbles. She took one between her thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it. This elicited a moan from Roxanne. Lauren continued to caress them and cup them, gently working the soft flesh with her fingers and palms. She glanced up at Roxanne's face. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut, and she was unconsciously chewing her lower lip. As Lauren watched a quiver ran through the redhead's body and she began to sway unsteadily. Apparently her nipples were far more sensitive than Lauren's own. "Problems?" Lauren asked, smiling. Roxanne did not seem to hear her. "Oh, God," she whispered. Lauren noticed that her friend's hips were bucking slightly. She was very aroused and more than a little jealous, she could tell Roxanne was very close to cuming. Lauren had a terrible time achieving orgasm with a partner, in fact she never had. Lauren reluctantly released Roxanne's breasts, and watched as the girl immediately crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself tightly. She shivered as if it was very cold. Lauren placed her hands on Roxanne's waist and then slowly slid them down to her hips, pushing the green dress ever downward. When it passed the widest point of Roxanne's hips if fell to the ground around her feet with a soft flutter. Lauren looked down and laughed. Roxanne was wearing royal purple panties, they were high thighs and she wore them over her garters. Her black stocking were laced at the tops with a lavender thread, and purple bows were attached to the front of each. "What's this then?" Lauren asked in a husky whisper. "Well, I knew you liked purple and well." her voice trailed off. "You little minx, you were planning on this!" Lauren said laughing to herself and shaking her head. "Not planning," Roxanne said defensively, "just hoping, I knew purple was your favorite color and well, I brought my purple corset, but I saw you looking at this one and." Lauren's hand trailed down and twirled around one of the bows, instantly silencing Roxanne. "And you wore them for me?" she said quietly, looking directly into Roxanne's eyes. Roxanne couldn't seem to answer she just nodded slightly. "That's so sweet," Lauren said as smiled and kissed her nose. She could not remember the last time someone had tried to do something special for her, just to make her happy, much less to turn her on. While she was generally indifferent to lingerie, the thought behind it touched her deeply. She realized Roxanne wanted to make her happy, not just get off. That too was something Lauren had not experienced in a very long time. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a tremendous hug, literally lifting the smaller woman off her feet. Roxanne giggled and wrapped her arms around Lauren's neck. Lauren had an idea then, she left one arm around Roxanne's back and stooped, quickly putting the other behind her knees and scooped her up. Roxanne held on tightly to Lauren's neck and kicked her feet as Lauren carried her over to the big four-poster and dumped her on it. Roxanne rolled over on her tummy and stared at Lauren as she kicked her sandals off. Her eyes never left Roxanne's as she caught up the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Roxanne rose up and got her knees under her, sitting back on her feet. Her eyes were glued to Lauren's chest, as if trying to see through the plain white bra. Lauren moved next to the bed and Roxanne rose up on her knees and embraced her. Their lips met, and this time it was Roxanne's tongue that invaded Lauren's mouth. This kiss was more urgent, hungrier than those that had come before. Lauren realized that Roxanne was really turned on, and the fact that she was so hot for her was an ego boost, on top of the arousal she felt. Roxanne's hands cupped her face and gently held her cheeks as their tongues continued the sweet duel. The ferocity of Roxanne's desire took Lauren's breath away. Lauren's hands were on Roxanne's hips; she let them slide downward until they cupped her ass cheeks. The slick fabric of her panties felt cool to her touch, but she could also feel the heat from the firm flesh under them. She squeezed and kneaded the soft half moons, working her fingers into them. Roxanne broke the kiss to moan as Lauren's hands continued to work on her. She then sucked Lauren's upper lip into her mouth and traced her tongue slowly and sensuously along it. It was more than Lauren could stand, she gave Roxanne a gently shove which knocked her onto her back. Lauren was panting, and she could feel the thin sheen of sweat that now covered her body. Roxanne looked up at Lauren over her heaving breasts and ran her tongue over her lips, as if trying to get a last taste. "Damn, Girl," was all Lauren could manage to say, her wry sense of humor seemed to have abandoned her. Roxanne sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. She reached around Lauren's body and tried to undo her bra. Roxanne had even less luck with the maneuver than Lauren had had earlier. "Not as easy as you thought is it?" she laughed as she reached back and deftly unclasped the bra. Lauren hesitated for just a moment. She really dreaded this. She was very unhappy with her tits, they were too big and as she often said gravity had not been kind. Her eyes never left Roxanne's as she let the bra fall to the floor. Unconsciously she held her breath. She searched Roxanne's face for any sign that she found them as unattractive as Lauren did. Roxanne smiled tentatively at her, and then spoke. The words nearly knocked Lauren to the floor. "Oh, God Lauren, You are so beautiful," she breathed. "You are nuts," Lauren managed to say after a moment. "Come here and I will show you nuts," Roxanne said as she held her hand out to Lauren. Lauren took it and Roxanne pulled her gently to the bed, guiding her down onto her back, with her head resting comfortably on the big pillows. Roxanne straddled her hips and sat up straight, looking down on her. She squeezed her own breasts and jiggled them laughing as a smile came to Lauren's face. She then lay on Lauren's body with her face only inches away. "Relax," she cooed and then let her tongue trail softly over Lauren's lips. Lauren's lips parted, but Roxanne had already withdrawn from her lips. She kissed softly up the line of Lauren's cheek. Lauren was vividly aware of Roxanne's hard nipples as they dragged across her own swollen breasts. Her firm nylon covered thighs gripped Lauren's hips, creating a unique friction as she pressed farther up Lauren's body. A soft warm breath in her ear snapped her attention back to Roxanne's face. A second exhalation sent chills down Lauren's spine. The tip of her tongue traced along Lauren's earlobe. The feeling was indescribable. "Your are so beautiful, I have wanted this for so long," she whispered. Lauren was so aroused she didn't even have time to think anything negative about the statement before Roxanne's soft warm lips kissed her neck. She started behind Lauren's ear and worked slowly down towards the nape of her neck. Each kiss was light as a feather, she stopped here and there and gently licked or nipped. She spent a second at the nape of Lauren's neck, gently kissing and licking. Then moved back up to kiss her chin. She was staring into Lauren's eyes then. Lauren had never seen any ones eyes sparkle like Roxanne's were then. She gasped when Roxanne's hands gently seized her tits. She kissed Lauren's chin then, and next her lips. Lauren tried to enjoy the kiss, but Roxanne's small hands were positioned over her breasts in such a way that her nipples were caught in the middle of each palm. Every time Roxanne gently squeezed, it felt like a tiny mouth was pulling at her nipples. Roxanne's hands were kneading and caressing her tits all through the long passionate kiss. By the time Roxanne broke it Lauren was panting. She trailed her tongue down Lauren's neck, stopping at the nape to kiss her once more. Then her tongue continued downward into the valley between Lauren's tits. She pressed them together, her face between them, then she began to lick and suck in a slow circle around Lauren's left breast. She took her time, her warm tongue and feathery soft lips seeming to touch every millimeter of exposed skin. Slowly she wound her way around, rising a little each time. The sensation was pleasant, but slowly Lauren began to feel an increasing need to feel that soft, warm mouth on her nipple. While she was slowly working her way up, Roxanne's other hand gently massaged Lauren's right breast, keeping her fingers well away from the sensitive nipple. Lauren arched her back as the concentric circles her lover's tongue was making began to zero in on her nipple. Finally, Roxanne's tongue was almost there, she used just the very tip to circle the aureole. Lauren's eyes were closed and she arched her back more as she felt the warm soft breath cover her nipple. She groaned in frustration as she felt Roxanne's tongue slide down her breast and back into the valley between her tits. Roxanne's hand switched and she began to gently massage Lauren's already achingly aroused left breast. Then her tongue began its long slow trip up her right breast. It was a sweet torture, and Lauren had to fight to keep from grabbing Roxanne's head and forcing it where she wanted it. Her eyes flared open and focused on her lover's face as Roxanne zeroed in on her aching nipple. Roxanne's pink tongue made a long slow swirl, just grazing the aureole and then stopped again. "No," Lauren groaned. Roxanne looked up at her and smiled, then opened her mouth and slowly, softly sucked Lauren's nipple into her mouth. Her eyes never left Lauren's until she began to gently suck. Lauren gasped at the contact, her nipples had never been so sensitive, the prolonged teasing and anticipation made the contact almost unbearably pleasurable. Roxanne rolled the nipple in her mouth, her tongue gently swirling around it. Her other hand gently massaged Lauren's other nipple. Roxanne licked, sucked and even nibbled, cushioning her teeth with her lips. How long this went on Lauren would never know. All she knew was that it felt wonderful, and her whole world seemed to be centered where ever that soft warm mouth was. She had never had anyone pay such loving, gentle attention to her tits. Roxanne seemed perfectly content to stay there for the rest of the night. The caresses were so soft and loving that Lauren could barely keep from saying something. Roxanne caught her nipple between her teeth and while she gently nibbled on it her tongue lashed it with a furious side-to-side motion. It was more than Lauren could stand. Without thinking she violently archer her back and rolled over. She expected Roxanne to end up on her side next to her, but she grabbed Lauren's shoulders and pulled, wrapping her leg tightly around Lauren's ass. The result was Lauren rolled over on top of her smaller lover. When her leg came clear Roxanne wrapped both of her legs around Lauren, locking her ankles just below her ass. Both of her arms were wrapped around Lauren's neck. Lauren suddenly realized that her entire weight rested on Roxanne now. She pushed up with her arms, and tried frantically to disengage herself. This had the effect of shifting most of her weight to her arms and pubic bone, which rested squarely between Roxanne's legs. Roxanne gasped. "Ohmigod, are you all right?" Lauren blurted out, fearing she has hurt her. One of her fears had been that she would weigh too much and hurt her smaller lover. "I'm fine," she said in a small voice. "Could you do that again?" "Do what?" Lauren said, her relief showing in her voice. "What you just did," Roxanne said. Lauren looked at her in confusion. "You mean this?" she said as see she raised her hips a bit and let he weight fall back on them. "Yessss," Roxanne breathed. "You silly thing," Lauren admonished. She was so relieved that Roxanne wasn't hurt. "You could have been hurt, Now let me up," she said as she tried to rise. "Uh uh," Roxanne giggled, shaking her head and refusing to release her hold on Lauren. Lauren jogged her hips experimentally. Each down thrust elicited small noises from her lover. She realized that her pubic bone was pressed directly against Roxanne's pussy. While the stimulation was pleasant for her, the contact point was too high to give her clit direct stimulation, but it was right on Roxanne's. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 1 "Sure about that?" Lauren asked with an evil grin. "No way, I like having you on top of me," Roxanne said smiling. Lauren smiled sweetly and began to jog her hips slowly at first, but quickly getting the rhythm down. Lauren found it disconcerting to be in the masculine position; it was like nothing she had ever imagined. "N.. N.. No fair," Roxanne whimpered. "Whenever your ready, you can let go," Lauren said sweetly. "Ohh.. Ohhh. Ohhh.." was all Roxanne could manage. She tossed her head from side to side as her moans became louder and louder. Lauren found herself really enjoying this, the feeling of power to make Roxanne feel so good was intoxicating. She moved her own legs upward, spreading them out until she could dig her knees into the bed to gain more purchase. Roxanne's released her hold on Lauren's neck and her hands clutched spasmodically at the comforter. Lauren could easily get away now, but she no longer wanted to. Roxanne's moans became loud barks, each timed with Lauren's down thrusts. She could tell her lover was nearing orgasm. "Cum for me baby," Lauren cooed. Lauren quickened her pace. Roxanne's mouth opened into an "O" as a continuous series of little whimpers and cries escaped her lips. "That's it baby, cum for me. Don't hold back. I want to hear you scream, like you have told me so many time you do," Lauren coaxed. That was all it took, Roxanne's face contorted and she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Her head tossed violently from side to side. Lauren was actually afraid she would bring hotel security to investigate, but she was not going to stop. She continued ramming down on her lover until the scream faded to quiet whimpering and occasional moans. Roxanne slowly regained her composure and looked up at Lauren with an expression of love that was almost painful. "Not fair at all," she whispered with a smile. Lauren lowered herself onto her elbows and gently kissed Roxanne's lips. They were still sweet, but a salty taste from her perspiration was also evident. Roxanne unlocked her ankles and lay there limply. Occasional aftershocks rocked her body. For several minutes they lay there, bodies pressed together as they kissed. They kissed deeply, but unhurriedly, Lauren felt languid and relaxed. There was no sense of urgency, but rather a general feeling of contentment and happiness. Roxanne's hands slowly stroked her back and sides. Lauren slipped her arms under Roxanne's shoulders and then rolled over on her back taking her lover with her. Roxanne broke the kiss and sat up on her knees. She looked a little uncertain as she stared down. Lauren noticed that the crotch of her panties was a much darker purple now, soaked with the juices of her orgasm. They clung tightly to her pussy, outlining it so that Lauren could almost tell exactly what she would see when they finally came off. Lauren reached down and let her finger glide along them, they were wet and slick, and she could feel Roxanne shiver as her fingers pressed gently along the top part of her slit. Roxanne inhaled sharply and shivered, both of her hands trapped Lauren's. She brought Lauren's hand to her mouth and her lips bushed her fingertips. "No, it's your turn," she said softly. Lauren was touched. It had been a long while since she had had a lover who was so concerned with her needs. She wanted to tell Roxanne that it was all right, that she was perfectly happy. She knew she did not usually cum with someone else. She started to speak, but Roxanne gently placed a finger over Lauren's lips. "Please don't say anything. I don't know what I am doing, but if we start to talk I am going to loose my nerve," she said quietly. Lauren smiled up and her and nodded. The look of determination on her face was so cute and so Roxanne, she couldn't help but smile. Roxanne sank back down on Lauren and they kissed again. Roxanne slipped down her body, staying between Lauren's legs. She stopped and kissed each of Lauren's nipples, and again to gently tongue her navel. From there she traced her tongue over Lauren's tummy until it stopped at the waistband of her panties. Roxanne was kneeling between her thighs now. Her fingers slipped under the waistband and she tugged at them, Lauren raised her ass and she felt the material slide over her hips, then up her thighs and finally, the few touches at her ankles and then she was naked. She felt a fleeting feeling of being vulnerable, but it was gone the second she looked at Roxanne. She was staring at Lauren's pussy with something akin to fascination. Roxanne hesitantly reached out and began to gently run her fingers through Lauren's dark reddish brown bush. Only her fingertips brushed through the soft curls, but even this slight contact sent thrills through Lauren's body. After a minute of this gentle torture Lauren found her hips thrusting upwards, desiring more contact with the softly stroking fingers. Roxanne suddenly seemed to have come to a decision. She moved down the bed until she was at the very foot, her head near Lauren's feet. Lauren wondered just what she had in mind now, the gentle caresses had aroused her immensely. Roxanne began by gently caressing her calves. She moved her face to Lauren's ankles and swirled her tongue around the little bone there. First the left, then the right then back to the left, moving slowly upwards. Kissing along her inner calf, stopping and taking her skin between her teeth and gently chewing, then moving back to her other ankle and working upwards. By the time she reached the knees Lauren was going insane. When Roxanne reached Lauren's knee she gently lifted Lauren's leg and ran her tongue lightly along the crease at the back of her knee. Lauren had never felt anything like it, partly tickle, partly sexy, totally erotic. She was so aroused now, she could feel her own love juices oozing down her ass, forming a wet spot on the bed. She had to have release soon or she was sure she would go mad. Her hands stole to her breasts, gently massaging them. Roxanne left her knees, kissing a licking slowly along Lauren's inner thighs. She unconsciously parted her legs even more. As the soft mouth and maddeningly warm tongue drew ever closer to her sex Lauren became aware of the scent of her own arousal. She could never remember someone taking such pains to arouse and tease her. Roxanne had now reached the juncture of her legs and body; she flattened her tongue and ran it up and down this sensitive area. Lauren heard an animal like groan and realized it had come from her own mouth. Roxanne was lying on her tummy between Lauren's legs, arms resting on her thighs. All stimulation stopped and Lauren's raised her head, looking down her body questioningly. Roxanne was looking up at her, her face just inches above Lauren's now smoldering pussy. She looked expectantly at Lauren, her eyes sparkling. She softly exhaled a warm breath on Lauren's wet pussy, causing Lauren to groan again. "Please," Lauren whispered hoarsely. Roxanne beamed and in excruciatingly slow motion her head dipped. Lauren felt her friend's soft fingertips on either side of her mound, slowly massaging her. And then, when the tension had become unbearable Roxanne kissed her pussy. She started high up, just within Lauren's pubic hair and worked downward. With just the tip of her pink tongue she traced along Lauren's swollen lips. Lauren's hips began to undulate, trying to bring her clit into firm contact with that warm mouth which had become the center of her universe. Roxanne continued to tease her, lightly tonguing her lips and even dipping into the entrance to her love tunnel, but carefully avoiding contact with her engorged clit. This went on for what seemed an eternity, until Lauren could not stand another second. Her hands wrapped into the mop of auburn hair and she guided Roxanne's face to her clit. Roxanne flattened her tongue and gently swiped it across the super sensitive bud. Lauren gasped, and moaned despite usually being quiet during sex. Roxanne's fingers gently pried Lauren's slick lips apart, exposing her clit to the cool air and then she began to flick her tongue over it. She seemed to be instinctive, changing tempo and pressure often, pushing Lauren closer and closer to an earth shattering orgasm. Lauren felt the muscles deep in her pussy begin to contract violently, blood rushed to her center and jagged waves of pleasure shocked her already overloaded system with each flick of the soft tongue. She was so close now, a continuous wave of small noises escaped her pursed lips. With uncanny timing, Roxanne gently pushed a finger into Lauren's sopping pussy. It was too much. With a sharp cry Lauren came. Red waves of pleasure washed over her, thick and heady. Her hips bounced like a bronco and it was all Roxanne could do to keep her tongue glued to Lauren's clit. The probing finger dived in and withdrew, again and again, adding to the sensation, Lauren's mind spun away from her. When she became aware of things around her again Roxanne was still softly tonguing her. Her finger was still inside, but she was no longer moving it in and out, just holding it deep inside. Aftershocks continued to rock her body. Roxanne's tongue gently glided over her clit and Lauren jumped. "Enough! Are you trying to kill me?" she laughed sitting up abruptly. Roxanne smiled up at her and with drew her finger, which glistened with Lauren's juices. "Score one for me," she said with a wink. "Does that mean it's my turn again?" Lauren asked, arching an eyebrow. "It doesn't have to be. I am very happy right were I am," Roxanne said seriously. Her fingers were playing with Lauren's pubes again, she seemed entranced by them. Lauren considered it for a moment. "Roxanne, would you like to give sixty-nine a try?" "Sure! But I want the bottom," she giggled. "Don't be silly, I would squish you," Lauren laughed. "Your not that big Damnit!" Roxanne snapped. "Just look at me!" Lauren said in exasperation. Roxanne smiled then. She didn't say anything, just looked at Lauren. Lauren smiled as she realized how silly her last statement sounded. "I am on bottom, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it if I was on top honey." "Awww, all right." She looked so disappointed Lauren almost gave in, but she truly feared hurting her smaller lover. "You be on top this time, and if we try it again, I promise we will switch, hows that? "Deal," Roxanne said smiling happily. Lauren was amazed at how nice it made her feel to see Roxanne smile like that. She sat up on her knees and looked at Lauren. Neither moved then, the silence becoming awkward, if slightly comical. Neither seemed certain about how to proceed. Suddenly they both burst into gales of laughter. When Lauren mastered herself again she said, "Well, first things first, lets get you out of your panties." Roxanne quickly slipped her hands down and slid them over her hips and off. Lauren didn't look at her as this happened. She lay back and pulled a pillow up under her head. Roxanne moved up next to Lauren's head and carefully straddled it. Draping her body over Lauren's she settled herself, moving a little to get comfortable. Lauren felt her fingertips pull Lauren's lips apart and begin to gently flick her tongue over Lauren's still sensitive clit. These feelings were at the back of her consciousness though. As soon as Roxanne swung her leg over Lauren's head she found herself with a close up view of her lover's pussy. Her bush was fiery red, and damp. The delicate lips were swollen and puffed apart, revealing the brighter pink of her labia. Lauren tentatively traced her finger along them. They were incredibly soft, and slick with Roxanne's excitement. Lauren pulled the lips apart and saw her lover's clit standing out. "Here goes nothing," she though as she extended her tongue and experimentally touched the puffy lips. It glided along Roxanne's lips easily, they were satiny soft and Lauren was engulfed in the scent of Roxanne's arousal. Lauren's tongue burrowed in between them and began to gently lick her first pussy. It was warm and wet, Lauren could tell Roxanne was very excited. The taste was different than anything she had ever experienced. Far less overpowering than a man's, it was musky, with a strange sharpness. Delicate overtones of something sweet were present. Lauren would have been hard pressed to describe it, for it tasted like nothing she had ever tried. Both women were now lost in the moment. Each licked and nibbled and tried to bring the other the maximum amount of pleasure. Lauren was aware that the change in position had changed the angle at which Roxanne's tongue caressed her. This only seemed to make it feel better. Her body was still wired from the earlier stimulation and she realized that she would not be able to do this for too much longer before she came again. She bore down on Roxanne's clit with her tongue, lashing it with more pressure and faster than before, hoping to bring Roxanne to orgasm before her own crashed in on her. From the moans and whimpering she could tell she was having the desired effect. Roxanne was close too. Roxanne suddenly pressed upwards with her legs, raising her self off Lauren's tongue. She sucked Lauren's clit harder and inserted a finger, then another into Lauren's pussy. "Cheater!" Lauren moaned. Roxanne did not reply, but began to gently drive her fingers into Lauren's sopping cunt, the stimulation causing her to gasp. She realized the little bitch was trying to get her to cum again before she did. Lauren reached up outside of Roxanne's hips and pulled her down, holding tightly she began to desperately lick her pussy, concentrating on her clit and the upper part of her slit. She managed to get a finger into Roxanne's tight love channel and began to frig her. Lauren felt the muscles inside of her own pussy begin to contract and grip Roxanne's probing fingers. She forced a second finger into Roxanne, realizing even as she did that she could not hold back much longer. Roxanne was moaning, but Lauren knew she was closer than her lover was. Lauren realized suddenly that one of her fingers was right next to Roxanne's rosebud. Remembering that her little friend enjoyed anal stimulation she suddenly had an idea. Removing one of her fingers from Roxanne's pussy she pressed it gently against Roxanne's anus. Her finger was slick with Roxanne's natural lubrication and as she applied firm pressure she felt Roxanne's sphincter allow it to pass. After a few experimental attempts she managed to establish a rhythm with both fingers penetrating her friend simultaneously. It took less than a minute of this before Roxanne screamed and came again. Hearing it, and feeling her lover' body shudder was more than Lauren could stand and she went over the edge as well. Lauren awoke to light shimmering into the room through the lacey curtains. She stretched languidly, her muscles more relaxed than they had been in years. She became aware of the small figure curled up next to her then and propped her head up on her arm, looking down. The soft light played across Roxanne's face. She looked so serene, almost child like. A stray strand of auburn hair had fallen across her face during the night. Lauren gently brushed it back. "Hmmm??" Roxanne questioned in her sleep. She scooched her body backwards until she was pressed firmly against Lauren's warm body and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Lauren thought about how much this vacation had changed her life. And to think, it was only Sunday. The End? One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 2 When Lauren awoke for the second time, the morning's light had faded. The gentle pattering of a summer shower quietly splashed against the window. The stereo was still playing her Enigma disk and the quiet hum of the air conditioner could barely be heard. Roxanne's gentle breathing was almost inaudible. Lauren slipped out of the bed and padded quietly to the bathroom. She wet a washrag and wiped her face and then eyed herself critically in the mirror. She looked exactly like she had the day before she decided. A smile played at her lips as she wondered if she had expected any difference. When she returned to the room she made her way quietly to the kitchenette and started a pot of coffee brewing. Soon the warm and comforting smell of the fresh coffee filled the tiny space. She poured herself a cup and sat quietly in the chair near the bed. Roxanne was still snuggled up under the covers. All Lauren could see of her was her hair and one foot. Lauren took a sip of her coffee and considered her feelings. The events of last night were still vividly impressed upon her mind. She was not exactly sure where to begin in sorting out how she felt. Her mind was focused on the immediate consequences. She wondered how Roxanne would react when she awoke. As much as she loved her friend she could not yet tell how she would react to situations. Love? She wondered if that was what she felt. If she did she knew it would be a significant lifestyle change for her. She wondered if Roxanne would leave New York and come to live with her. How would she explain that to her friends and her parents? She shuddered slightly. That was something she didn't want to deal with. "You're putting the cart before the horse girl," she said out loud. Chuckling to herself as she sipped some more of the coffee. "Snap out of it, now you're talking to yourself," she whispered, shaking her head. She was surprised to find that one night could do this to her. The feelings she was experiencing were intense to be sure, but more so than other affairs? She wasn't sure. She was sure that if she kept dissecting herself she was going to go nuts. She finished her coffee and stood up carefully. She walked towards the bed, almost on tiptoe. She smiled at the sleeping figure for a few seconds and then jumped on the bed with a sharp cry, landing across her smaller friend's legs and grabbing the foot that was protruding from the blankets. Before Roxanne could wake up or even assimilate anything Lauren began to tickle her. Roxanne shrieked and tried to roll away, but she was no match for Lauren and was soon reduced to screaming giggles. "Wake up!" Lauren said trying to make herself heard about the hysterical shrieks. "Stoooooopppp," she screamed. "Awake?" Lauren asked stopping for a moment. "Yes!" Roxanne said breathlessly. "Are you sure?" Lauren asked sweetly. "Yes!" I `m awake! I promise!" Roxanne declared. Lauren traced her index finger along Roxanne's instep eliciting another shriek. She released Roxanne's foot and stood up quickly. Roxanne curled up into a ball on the bed. Lauren laughed as she went to the kitchenette, picking up her mug on the way. She poured herself another cup and made one for Roxanne. She was pleased that her smaller lover was as ticklish as she had claimed. Lauren made a mental note of it for future use as a devilish grin spread across her features. When Lauren made it back to the bed, Roxanne was propped up on the pillows. She had to smile at her smaller lover. Roxanne made such a contrast, her eyes were glued to Lauren's body, but at the same time she had the covers demurely pulled up to her neck. Lauren sat on the bed and handed Roxanne her mug. "That was just mean," she said as she accepted the cup of coffee. "It was just fun you mean," Lauren said smiling broadly. "I'll get you for that," she threatened as she took a sip of her coffee. "Get me back! I still owe you for the teasing you gave me last night!" Lauren exclaimed. She was gratified to see Roxanne's cheeks turn a beautiful shade of red. She loved the way her friend who could be such a little minx in bed would blush at the drop of a hat. It was just one facet of her personality that Lauren found charming. She had some inklings of what Roxanne was really like from their long conversations, but she found herself really enjoying learning about her first hand. "So, what do you want to do today?" Roxanne asked trying to change the subject. "Well, first I am going to take you to breakfast, if I can ever get you out of the bed," she replied with a wink. Roxanne blushed even more and Lauren leaned over and kissed her forehead. "After that shopping, and then we are going to an Anne Rice book signing, and after that to the ghost light tour," Lauren continued. "And after that?" Roxanne asked with a mischievous grin. Lauren sipped her coffee and looked thoughtfully over the rim at Roxanne. She had been afraid that Roxanne would wake up regretting what had passed between them last night. She was a sensitive soul and her reactions were very hard to predict. Lauren looked into her eyes and saw nothing of regret or fear, if anything the penetrating gaze looked hungry. "And then my dear I am bringing you back to my bed and fucking your brains out," Lauren replied. She said it slowly, enunciating each word with a little extra emphasis on fucking while her eyes intently watched Roxanne for her reaction. The little redhead's eyes got wide and she colored furiously, looking down quickly. Lauren laughed happily and finished her coffee in a quick swallow. "Come on and finish your coffee, it's almost 10:00 and we don't want to miss breakfast," Lauren said. "I think you just like making me blush," Roxanne said as she finished her coffee. "Yep," Lauren giggled. "Witch," Roxanne smiled back. "I'm a what?" Lauren asked as she launched herself forward and dug her fingers into Roxanne's ribs. "No!" Roxanne screeched as she burst out laughing. "I'm a what?" Lauren inquired as she continued to torture her smaller friend. Roxanne continued to wiggle and squirm trying to escape. Lauren thought quickly of what she was going to make Roxanne say to stop. She found herself rather enjoying being able to exploit her friends weakness when she wanted. So many times the little redhead had frustrated her to no end with her stubbornness. Her friend's constant downplaying of her self and derogatory comments on her own appearance had been particular bones of contention. While she was trying to decide what to make her friend say a wicked idea occurred to her. Did she dare go through with it? It would be a lot of fun she thought, but she wasn't sure how Roxanne would react. She remembered conversations about sex and Roxanne's veiled references to her submissive nature. Lauren was by no means dominant. She had always been passive with the men she dated. Although she had occasionally wondered what it would be like to be in charge she had never seriously entertained the idea of trying. She had Roxanne pinned and while she had been thinking she hadn't noticed that her friend had been reduced to tears. She stopped and waited for the smaller woman to regain her breath and composure. The smaller girl panting under her reminded her of the night before. Lauren suddenly and vividly remembered bringing her lover to orgasm simulating intercourse. Remembering how wonderful it had felt to be in charge and be able to make Roxanne feel that good decided to go for it. "Say you are going to do exactly as I say for the rest of the day," Lauren said, her voice sounded husky and she realized she was getting aroused. "What?" Roxanne managed. Lauren didn't repeat herself but simply dug her fingers in again, she could feel the heavy boning of Roxanne's corset. "All right!" Roxanne squealed trying again to get away. Lauren stopped immediately. She easily rolled Roxanne over on her back and looked directly into her eyes. She tried to keep her expression blank, but she was sure her eyes would betray how unsure she was. "You are going to do whatever I say for the rest of the day, agreed?" she said slowly. "Sure, just stop tickling me before I pee,' Roxanne replied smiling. "Say it," Lauren said seriously. "It!' Roxanne said with a laugh and tried to throw Lauren off. Lauren dug her fingers in again. A few more shrieks and screams and Roxanne capitulated. "I agree, I agree!" she wailed. Lauren stopped again. She chose her words with great care. "I'm serious Roxy. The only way you are getting out of this bed is to promise to do what I say for the day," she said evenly. She watched her friend's face, ready to pass it off as a joke if she saw the least bit of hesitance. Roxanne smiled shyly and then threw Lauren for a loop. "I will do exactly as you say for the rest of the day Lauren, but you didn't have to tickle me, all you had to do was ask," she said softly. She lowered her head away from Lauren's intent stare, coloring deeply. Lauren placed her fingers on Roxanne's chin and gently lifted her face up. She stared into those deep green eyes then lowered her head and gently kissed her. Roxanne's lips parted at the first touch of Lauren's and she gently sucked Lauren's tongue into her mouth. Lauren could taste the sweetness of the coffee and that other taste she was beginning to get used too, the sweet taste of Roxanne's mouth. Their tongues began to duel and Roxanne's hands went to her back. "None of that! We are going to miss breakfast," Lauren said as she broke the kiss. She stood up and pulled Roxanne to her feet. She looked at her lover, still dressed in her corset and nylons and almost regretted getting up. "Later," she whispered in Roxanne's ear as she hugged her. "Now go get dressed and don't take too long," she said as she slapped Roxanne's bare ass. The smaller woman yelped and scurried off to her room throwing Lauren a glace that was both reproachful and playful at the same time. Lauren watched her until the door was closed and then relaxed. She had not realized it but she had been so tense she had almost been holding her breath. Her tickle attack had not been just for the devilish fun of it, although she would have launched it without any ulterior motive. She did not want her new lover to wake up and immediately have to ponder her feelings. While she cared deeply for Roxanne, she had still not solved many of the riddles of the smaller woman. In particular, Lauren had trouble deciding what her friend would react to and how she would react. The sex had been good she admitted to herself as she brushed her teeth, but it wasn't worth loosing a friend over. Roxanne had seemed so willing and Lauren was sure she had enjoyed it. She wondered if the small redhead was pondering her feelings while she got dressed just as Lauren was. Roxanne was a very sensitive soul and Lauren feared the implications of last night's lovemaking would upset her. As much as she cared for her friend she always had the disconcerting feeling that she was walking a very thin line. Incidents that happened online flashed through her mind as she put on her sandals. Always it was a misunderstanding, but Roxanne had a penchant for thinking in worst-case scenarios and reacting accordingly. Lauren's musings were interrupted when Roxanne came into the room from her own. Lauren looked up and smiled at her friend shaking her head. "I swear, you're the only one in the world who goes on vacation and dresses up the whole time," she said. "Hush, I don't get to wear nice things much in my job, you know that," Roxanne replied as she walked over to the kitchenette and poured herself a cup of coffee. Lauren's eyes followed her movements of their own accord. She had never looked at another woman the way she was now. Roxanne was wearing a powder blue dress that fell to just blow her knee. The skirt was flared at her hips and it had a scoop neck that revealed a good bit of her cleavage. Black stockings and moderate heels accentuated her legs. From her trim waist and the way her breasts stood out Lauren could tell she was wearing a corset underneath. She wondered if it was the same one she had worn last night or a different one. Roxanne seemed oblivious to Lauren's appraising stare and finished her cup of coffee in a couple of large gulps. Lauren suspected there had been more than cream and sugar in it. When Roxanne turned to face her, Lauren could see her fears about Roxanne's reaction were right. Her face showed a wealth of information for someone with Lauren's intuition and empathy. Her smile was forced and her hands tapped nervously on the counter top. Lauren considered her options, after a few moments thought she decided that she would have to do something or the day would be ruined. She advanced on Roxanne silently, her face blank. When she stopped she was standing in front of the smaller woman. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly. Their bodies were only inches apart and Lauren became aware of the tension that was building between them. She had never experienced a relationship that provoked such a powerful emotional response. With something akin to dismay she realized she was becoming aroused. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for such overwhelming feelings. Roxanne seemed incapable of speech. Her mouth worked but no words would come. Lauren could see that she was feeling the same things she was. "You have been thinking again haven't you?" Lauren said, trying to get a smile from Roxanne to break the ice. "I guess so," she replied nervously. "Roxy, I know we are both going to have to make some adjustments. To be honest I am not sure how I am going to deal with all of the implications, but if you withdraw into yourself we are going to waste the time we have. No one in this city knows either of us so why don't we put our concerns aside and try to enjoy the day?" "Oh Lauren!' Roxanne exclaimed as she threw her arms around Lauren's neck and hugged her fiercely. "I do not care about what others think! I was just afraid you wouldn't like me anymore," she gushed, the relief evident in her voice. Lauren chuckled to herself as she pulled Roxanne close and held her tightly. She shook her head as it dawned on her that Roxanne's fears and anxiety had been over her feelings and not her own. She still had a lot to learn about the enigmatic woman who had so recently become her lover. "You silly thing," was all she could manage to say. She again wondered if what she was feeling was love. Roxanne's body was pressed against hers and she enjoyed the closeness. She gently disengaged herself from the embrace. "Lets get going or we will miss breakfast," she said. Roxanne smiled and nodded. Lauren was forced to laugh at the expression on her face. She looked so happy it was infectious and Lauren found herself feeling better than she had since she woke up. They made their way down the hall to the elevator. The old gentleman was at the controls and smiled as he greeted them. "Good Morning ladies, lobby?" he asked as he tipped his hat. "Please," Lauren responded smiling. ****************** The dining room in the Jefferson was in keeping with the elegance of the foyer. White, starched linen tablecloths covered the beautiful antique tables. The chairs were dark wood with red velvet upholstery. Red carpet covered most of the floor and wait staff dressed in the hotel's livery scurried back and forth with trays of food. The walls were beige with beautiful oil paintings of the river and scenes of the antebellum south carefully placed to draw the eye. When Lauren and Roxanne arrived the dining room was already half full. There was no one manning the hostess station and a small placard on a wooden stand read "Please seat yourself". Lauren quickly looked and saw that the booths were all taken so she lead Roxanne to a small table in the back that was situated under a beautiful oil painting of a riverboat. Lauren pulled out a chair and then turned to face Roxanne. Roxanne looked at her questioningly. Lauren arched an eyebrow and indicated the chair with an almost imperceptible nod of her head. Roxanne colored and lowered her eyes when she realized that several people were watching them curiously. "Thank you," she murmured as she sat down. Lauren seated her self and scanned the menu. She quickly settled on the special and put the menu down. Roxanne was still studying hers and Lauren smiled guessing that her friend was so engrossed in the menu so that she would not have to look up. "What ya gonna get?" She asked after giving her friend a few minutes. "Hmm? I think I am going to get the special," Roxanne replied without looking up. "Me too," Lauren said. She waited a few moments and then grinned. "What do you see on that menu that's so engrossing?" she asked innocently. "What? I.. Nothing." Roxanne replied in confusion. "You're so cute, now put the menu away and talk to me," Lauren said with a giggle. The waitress came and Lauren ordered for both of them. When Roxanne saw that no one was paying them the least bit of attention she relaxed and soon they were chatting about their plans for the day. Lauren told Roxanne where they were going and what they were doing. Her friend never questioned it; seemingly happy to do whatever she wanted. "This might be a lot of fun," Lauren thought to herself. Roxanne's submissive nature intrigued her. Her own nature leaned towards the submissive side, but she had always had a yearning to try the more dominant role. She had been the aggressor with men before, but it was always an occasional thing. A kind of way to change things up and keep it exciting. She realized, looking at Roxanne, that she could try it as the "norm" if she had the wherewithal to do so. She remembered Roxanne cooing and cuming under her and decided she wanted to try. The next question was how to proceed. She would have to handle it very delicately. She was sure that Roxanne would be easy to push into the submissive role, but she did not want their relationship to degenerate into something like that. She wanted to take a gentler approach, one that would not scare her friend or damage their relationship. She decided she could steer things in the direction she wanted a bit at a time and patience. Her first steps would be small, little things to further bring her lover into the state of mind Lauren wanted her in. The waitress came and refilled their coffee cups. Lauren sipped hers and watched Roxanne intently. She was chatting happily about the ghost light tour and Anne Rice's signing. Lauren felt feelings she was not sure of but she knew that this person was dear to her on a level that transcended just the physical. "Ready to go?" Lauren asked glancing at her watch. "Sure," Roxanne replied as she finished her coffee. Lauren took the check and paid for the meal. Once they were out of the hotel they walked along the street stopping here and there to window shop. The sun was out now and the humidity rose rapidly. They turned onto the Rue de Bienville and entered the first of the many estate and antique shops located there. The interior was dark and cool compared to the humidity they had just stepped out of. An air conditioner could be heard humming quietly in the background. The shop was not very wide but it was very deep. The front portion was taken up with display cases. Inside these cases were an incredible assortment of jewelry, watches, silverware and other valuable knick-knacks. Deeper into the shop were antique pieces of furniture and other large items including an old-fashioned jukebox. In the very back were racks of clothes, hats, handbags and shoes. Lauren and Roxanne browsed a while chatting and showing one another items of interest. Lauren was taken with an antique cat pendant. It was fashioned in jade with garnets for eyes and hung on antique silver chain. She passed by it several times before she just had to know how much it was. When the clerk took it out and placed it on a felt covered board for her to examine she knew she had to have it. She turned it over in her hands noticing how it felt cool to her touch and heavy. On the back was a price sticker and when she read it she nearly choked. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 2 Roxanne was looking at her strangely but said nothing and turned back to the case of pendants she was browsing through. Lauren returned it to the clerk and moved further into the shop getting lost in the beautiful wood furniture. Each had a placard that gave all the information that the shop had. French dining room sets were placed next to British armoires and Shaker bedrooms. Lauren lost track of time as she moved from piece to piece reading and admiring. She was standing next to a big poster bed when she realized she had not seen Roxanne in a while. She glanced around the shop but didn't see her. Lauren shrugged and turned back to the bed. She had just finished reading the placard that explained it was from the estate of a wealthy family when she felt rather than heard Roxanne standing next to her. "Where were you?" Lauren said. "Just browsing," Roxanne replied. She had a guilty look on her face and Lauren looked at her hard. "O.K., what have you done?" Lauren asked. "Nothing! I have just been looking around," Roxanne protested. Lauren continued to stare at her, but she looked earnest now. Together they continued back into the area with the clothes. Roxanne took a green dress off the rack and held it up. Lauren burst out laughing it was a dress from the 60's all beads and sequins and it was just awful. Soon they were giggling like schoolgirls as each tired to show the other an outfit that was more hideous or funnier than the last. Lauren was going through a rack of old formal gowns when she noticed Roxanne had gotten quiet. She turned to find her smaller friend staring at a mannequin. Lauren moved directly behind Roxanne and peered over her shoulder. On the mannequin was a corset in white satin with pink ribbons and bows. A weathered box was taped to one of the suspenders and Lauren realized it held or had held at one time, real silk stockings. At the base was a hatbox with a pair of button up boots and another box that proclaimed gloves on its cover. Lauren read the hand written placard leaning on the hatbox. Edwardian lady's necessities Hat, gloves, corset, stockings and boots Circa 1900. From the Estate of Mrs. Cardie. See Clerk for information. Do not touch. "Looks uncomfortable," Lauren observed. "It looks dreamy," Roxanne breathed. She reached out and fingered the delicate lace along the bodice top. "You and your underwear fetish," Lauren said with mock disgust. Roxanne turned her head and made a face. "You have no romance in your soul," she said with a giggle. They were standing near the back of the shop and Lauren could see all the way to the entrance. The clerk's view of them was blocked by the large pieces of furniture along the walls and on the aisles. Lauren made sure no one was in the shop and then smiled. She had always had a bit of the exhibitionist in her. It was something she always found exciting but had never really explored very much. "If you like it so much, get it," she whispered into Roxanne's ear. As she did so she placed both of her hands gently on Roxanne's waist. Roxanne jumped slightly at her touch. Lauren gently flexed her hands causing a shiver to run through the redhead's body. She took her lovers earlobe between her teeth and gently nibbled. "Ohh," Roxanne moaned softly while she pushed herself back against Lauren's body. Lauren let her hands glide up Roxanne's sides and then gently cupped her breasts. "Lauren!" Roxanne burst out in a barely controlled whisper. "Yes?" "Stop!" Roxanne hissed trying to disengage herself. Lauren's fingers gently lifted her tits thrilling again at their weight and firmness. She could feel the material of Roxanne's dress slide over the silky cups of her bra. She felt the stiffening nipples and let her fingers circle them and then gently squeezed one between her thumb and forefinger. Roxanne's body stiffened and her struggles ceased. Lauren positioned herself so she could keep an eye on the door and aisles. While she was going to have fun with this she knew that the spice of such an act was the threat of getting caught. That heightened tension brought about an increase in arousal and satisfaction that was unbelievable. She also knew that discovery would be too much for Roxanne. She was simply too shy and unsure of herself to be able to handle that. From her vantage point the chance of anyone discovering them was minimal, but her smaller lover could not know that. From where she stood they might as well be in the middle of Jackson Square. Lauren did not let her turn, she felt the fear of being caught would be that much more intense for Roxanne. "Lauren, please!" Roxanne whispered urgently. "Now who has no romance in her soul? Hmmm?" Lauren teased as her fingers continued to gently squeeze the smaller woman's nipples. She ran her tongue along Roxanne's ear lobe using just the tip to tease the sensitive skin. Roxanne shuddered and whimpered under her lover's touch. Lauren's hands continued to gently massage and fondle Roxanne's sensitive tits. She took her earlobe between her teeth and gently chewed, breathing soft warm breaths over her ear between nibbles. Roxanne chewed on her lower lip as her body began to respond to the gentle caresses. After a while Lauren felt Roxanne's body begin to tense and relax rhythmically. She began to work Roxanne's tits harder, increasing the pressure and giving more attention to the sensitive nipples. The smaller woman's breathing had become ragged and her hips began to buck slightly. Lauren let her right hand trail down Roxanne's tummy and then to her hip. She firmly pulled Roxanne's ass to her own pelvis. She pressed herself firmly against Roxanne's ass, then released and then pulled her back again. After a few times Lauren ceased to have to pull as her lover took up the rhythm on her own. "You like that don't you?" Lauren whispered. When Roxanne didn't respond Lauren smiled. The redhead was chewing her lip furiously, trying to keep the flood of noises from escaping as her excitement mounted. Lauren let her hand trail back to the juncture of Roxanne's legs where she began to pull the hem of her dress up. Roxanne quickly grabbed Lauren's hand and tried to stop her. Lauren growled in her throat and firmly bit Roxanne's neck. A gasp escaped her lips and she released Lauren's hand. One hand ineffectually covered the hand Lauren had on her tit as the other tried to push her mouth away. Lauren lifted her head and took Roxanne's finger into her mouth. She dug her teeth in to keep it there and then swirled her tongue around it, sucking softly. Roxanne tried to pull her hand away but Lauren refused to let go. Roxanne's hand, which had been trying to disengage Lauren's from her breast shot to her own mouth. She balled it into a fist and pressed it tightly to her lips trying to keep the steady stream of tiny sounds from becoming audible to everyone on the Rue de Bienville. With both of her hands taken up she could only watch as Lauren slowly pulled the hem of her dress upwards. Lauren took her time letting the anticipation and fear mingle with the constant stimulation to bring Roxanne to a fever pitch. Finally she felt her fingers close on the hem of the dress, she used her wrist to pin the bunched material to Roxanne's stomach. Lauren let her fingertips trace along the cool nylon of Roxanne's stockings. They crossed the tops and to the incredibly hot, silky skin of her thighs. She followed the garter upwards taking time to massage and caress. Roxanne's thighs seemed to part involuntarily. Lauren's fingers slipped across her panties and continued towards her most sensitive parts. Roxanne's panties were slick with her juices and Lauren could clearly feel the puffy lips of her pussy. Lauren stiffened her index finger and pressed it firmly into the slick satin. She felt Roxanne's lips part and heard the muffled groan as her stiffened finger pressed the damp satin against her clit. Lauren began a slow up and down motion varying the amount of pressure she applied. In moments Roxanne's hips began to buck wildly. Lauren could feel that she was about to orgasm and suddenly stopped her ministrations. She released her friend's finger and smiled as Roxanne's hips continued to buck, as if they were searching for her finger. "Still want me to stop?" She whispered. "Nooo," Roxanne groaned. "What do you want then?' Lauren asked letting her hand bump Roxanne's crotch and causing her to jerk like a marionette when the strings are pulled. "You know," Roxanne breathed. "The last thing you said is you wanted me to stop," Lauren said. She was determined to make Roxanne say it. "Lauren please," She moaned. "Please what?" Lauren whispered. "Please let me cum," Roxanne hissed between clenched teeth. It didn't take any more than that for Lauren to return her fingers to the sopping panties and resume her gentle stroking. Roxanne's body stiffened and suddenly began to spasm as her orgasm ripped through her. Even with her hand in her mouth a sharp sound almost like a bark was torn from her. Lauren released her friend's tit and dropped her arm to Roxanne's chest as she found herself supporting the smaller woman's weight. Lauren held her until the shaking subsided. When Roxanne was able to stand again without support Lauren smiled and whispered "How's that for romance?" Before Roxanne could answer the bell at the front door rang announcing another customer. Roxanne straightened her dress and tried to steady herself. Lauren watched as an elderly couple came into the shop and began to browse. "Are you going to get it?" Lauren asked after Roxanne had composed herself somewhat. "I would dearly love to, but I can't afford it," she replied. Her voice still held a quiver and her legs did not seem to be working right. Lauren smiled; she knew exactly what her smaller friend was feeling. "I thought you brought plenty of undies money?" Lauren said. "I.well its already spent," she finished lamely. Lauren looked closely at her. Her expression was hard to read, she was still flushed and obviously embarrassed, but there was something else there that Lauren could not read. They left the shop and crossed over to Bourbon Street. Roxanne was still wobbly and Lauren had to smile, she looked like a little drunk. At the corner they decided to take a late lunch at the open-air bistro and let Roxanne sit down. They sat down and ordered, Lauren was feeling experimentive and tried the Cajun red fish. Roxanne went with chicken fried steak. Their drinks came and for a few minutes they just sat and watched the people pass. It was a very comfortable feeling and neither said much. Lauren noticed Roxanne seemed rather withdrawn and her attempts to draw her out were not getting anywhere. She began to worry that she had gone too far with her friend. The comfortable silence became awkward suddenly and she excused herself to go to the ladies room. She was worried now. Everything had seemed to be going so well and now she was becoming more certain by the moment that she had miscalculated. She felt the tears begin to sting her eyes before she reached the quiet safety of the ladies room. Lauren relieved herself and then washed her face. She would have to try and repair whatever damage had been done. She did not have any idea where to begin. She steeled herself to go back out and try to draw Roxanne out. Memories of the many time she had pressed too hard online and Roxanne had disappeared for days haunted her. By the time Lauren returned to the table the food had already arrived. Roxanne was watching her intently as she approached the table. She has barely sat down when she noticed a small yellow paper bag sitting next to her drink. She looked questioningly at Roxanne, but she only displayed a ghost of a smile. Her face was tight and her eyes had the worried look Lauren had come to know so well. "What's this?" Lauren inquired. "Open it and see," Roxanne said with a nonchalant shrug. Her attempt to appear at ease was betrayed by her eyes. Lauren was confused now. Was she upset or not? She couldn't tell. Lauren opened the small bag and took out a black jewelry box. She was pretty sure she knew what was in it. Relief flooded over her, but she tried not to let Roxanne see it. She knew now that her friend's withdrawal had been nothing more than her trying to keep from giving the gift until it could be a surprise. "This had better not be what I think it is," Lauren said. Roxanne only giggled and took a swallow of her drink. Lauren's hands were shaking as she opened the box and as she suspected the garnet eyes of the cat pendant twinkled out at her from a white felt bed. Lauren was overcome with emotion for a while. She had made no mention of how much she liked it to her friend. Lauren had not been around anyone in many years that paid such close attention to her and tried so hard to make her happy. She felt the tears well up again and fought to master her emotions. When she finally did she looked up at Roxanne. Those intent green eyes seemed to be staring into her, past the fa‡ade she kept up, past the many defense mechanisms a lifetime of experience had built up, right to the center of herself. "This is why you couldn't afford the corset isn't it?" Lauren asked quietly. Roxanne nodded. Lauren could see the anxiety written across her face now. She was afraid Lauren wouldn't like it and she could not hide that fear. Lauren was forcefully reminded that she was in the presence of someone who was incredibly unsure of herself. Lauren made up her mind then and there that she was going to change that. "It's beautiful, and I do love it, but I can't accept it. You are going to have to take it back," Lauren said. "Can't, all sales are final," Roxanne said her face breaking into a relieved smile. She stood up and with a shaking hand took the pendant out of the box and moved behind Lauren. "Hair up?" she asked. Lauren pulled her hair up on her head and Roxanne fastened the chain behind her neck. Her hands were warm and soft and when they brushed her skin, Lauren was reminded that she was still very excited having gotten no relief in the antique shop. She felt the cool weight of the jade pendant between her breasts. Lunch was pleasant with the quiet buzz of conversation from the other patrons and the occasionally raucous laughter of the people moving up and down the street. Roxanne was quiet, no longer withdrawn but it seemed to Lauren very content. When they finished eating, Lauren paid the bill and they walked back out onto the street. Roxanne started up Bourbon but Lauren grabbed her shoulder and steered her back towards Bienville Street. "What?" Roxanne asked. "We are going back to the shop of course,' Lauren said. "No! I want you to have it I am not taking it back!" Roxanne protested. "Shush, you are going to do what I say today, remember?" Lauren said. Roxanne looked at her frustration showing on her face, but Lauren merely smiled and continued to guide her back to the shop. By the time they had reached the shop Roxanne was sullen and quiet. Lauren thought she so cute when she was being petulant. She wanted to give her a hug right then and there but she resisted the temptation. "Hello again," The clerk said when she looked up and recognized them. "Hi," Lauren replied. "Can I help you?" she inquired. "Yes, I wanted to inquire about the display in back," Lauren replied watching Roxanne as she said it. The little redhead's face showed confusion and then she blushed. "Which one?" "The Victorian corset and things," Lauren replied. "Edwardian," the clerk corrected. "Yes," Lauren replied. "Of course," she said. She came out from behind the counter and led the way towards the back of the shop. "You realize of course that corset's are usually sized to fit the wearer," she said delicately. Lauren had to smile to herself. The people here were so courteous and careful. Back home the clerk would have just told her there was no way she could fit into it. "Yes of course, but I think it will fit her don't you?" Lauren said with a grin as she watched Roxanne go crimson. The clerk turned and looked at them both and then a smile spread across her face. "I think it will," she said in a voice that was suddenly nicer somehow. The clerk showed Lauren the hat; it was a little black thing with a lace veil and long silver hatpin. The gloves were white kid leather. Lauren smiled as Roxanne stood there shifting her weight from foot too foot and looking like she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "I think she will look good in it," Lauren said. "She will be adorable," the clerk replied looking Roxanne up and down. Roxanne was red from head to foot. "I'll take it," Lauren said as the clerk opened the box showing the black silk stockings still wrapped in crepe paper. She smiled and nodded collecting the various boxes. "I'll be up in a moment if you would like to look around some more," she said as she turned the mannequin and deftly unlaced the corset's strings. When they reached the front counter the clerk placed the things in boxes and then in a pair of large yellow bags with the shop's logo on them. Lauren tossed her credit card on the counter. "Before I ring this up might I suggest these?" the clerk said as she reached under the counter and brought out a green felted display board. There were several ornate silver hooks on the board. Many were beautifully decorated. "What are they?" Lauren asked. "The ones on the left are corset hooks, the ones with the smaller hooks are for the boots," the clerk replied. Lauren selected one of each and the clerk added them to the bag. Once the card receipt went through and Lauren had signed it she took the two large bags and handed them to Roxanne. "Enjoy your purchase," the clerk said to Lauren with a wink. Lauren smiled back and put her arm around Roxanne's shoulders. "I am sure we will," she said. The walk back was fun for Lauren. Roxanne was quiet, but the simple smile on her face and adoring looks made Lauren feel like she was on top of the world. When they reached the hotel they hurried upstairs and into Lauren's room. Roxanne immediately went to her room with her bags and Lauren hurriedly dug through her carryon to find her copy of Interview. Roxanne returned after a while clutching a book in her hand. "What took you so long?' Lauren asked. "I umm, I had to change," Roxanne said. "Change?" Lauren asked. "Yes," Roxanne said coloring and obviously wanting the subject to change. "Change what?" Lauren pressed. She really enjoyed teasing Roxanne. "My panties if you must know!" she blurted out. Lauren burst out laughing. Roxanne glowered at her a few moments and then joined in. When their giggles subsided Lauren took her book and said, "Come on, we are going to miss the signing" They took a cab to the book signing and joined the long line of fans. The night was sultry and dark. The buzz of many conversations drowned out the sounds of the city around them. Lauren was pleased that Roxanne stood very near her and didn't seem to notice the glances a few people gave them. Lauren was also pleased when she noticed the book Roxanne had brought to get signed was one of the Claiming of Sleeping Beauty series. After they had worked their way through the line and gotten their respective books signed they hurried the few blocks to the starting point of the ghost light tour. This was one part of the trip Lauren had really been looking forward to. There was a crowd of people standing outside the small building where the tours originated. These tours were conducted from a horse drawn carriage. It covered the oldest section of the quarter and some of the places where people might not otherwise see. Each of the open carriages was made to seat four and pulled by a pair of draft horses. As one carriage would come in the riders would get out on the street side and the new passengers would board, much like a taxi line at the airport. One in every three or four that arrived was a carriage that carried only a single couple. These boarded at the first gate only and the line was significantly longer. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 2 "Want to ride by ourselves or share?" Lauren asked Roxanne. "Lets share, I hate waiting in line," Roxanne replied. Lauren looked at her because her voice sounded different. Her face was relaxed and the pupils of her eyes were very dilated. "Are you all right?" Lauren asked suddenly concerned. "I had a headache and took my medicine," she said in a dreamy voice. "Do we need to go back to the hotel?" Lauren asked. She knew that Roxanne suffered from migraine headaches from time to time. Roxanne looked at her and smiled, it was a soft smile with that same dreamlike quality. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I don't think it was a migraine, just a little headache. I just took the big pain killer so I could make it to the carriage ride with you," she said. Lauren eyed her carefully, concern was written on her features. Roxanne smiled at her and nodded reassuringly. Lauren turned back as the carriage that would take them arrived. The footman opened the door for the departing customers then came around and opened the door for Lauren. He took her hand and helped her up into the carriage. Lauren quickly took the seat facing towards the back. Roxanne sat next to her. The seats in the carriage were deep bench seats covered in maroon velvet. Lauren settled back sinking into the soft seat while Roxanne did the same in the opposite corner. An elderly couple joined them, taking the other bench seat. He was a slightly built, dapper man in his late seventies with white hair and a neatly groomed goatee. She was heavy set with a lively smile and a crown of silver hair. She had obviously been quite beautiful in her day. "It looks as if we will be sharing a ride," the man said in a very cultured voice. "Yes it does," Lauren replied pleasantly. "I am Henry Rollins and this enchanting creature is my wife Hetta," he said extending his hand. "Lauren and the quiet one over in the corner is my. friend Roxanne," she replied extending her hand. The woman looked at her quizzically as she extended her hand. After the introductions everyone settled in. The carriage started forward with a jolt. "Is this your first trip to New Orleans?" he asked. "For me it is," Lauren said. "We were married here back in 1944. I was home on leave and she came down to meet me from our hometown," he continued. He smiled and his eyes twinkled in the fading light as the two joined hands. Lauren thought it was so cute to see people still in love after so many years together. "We met right over there," he said indicating a small park they were passing. "Henry, I am sure the poor dears have something else in mind than listening to you prattle on about ancient history," Hetta said in a voice that was warm and kindly and only mildly chiding. "Quite right my dove, quite right," he responded. They were passing a light and Hetta caught Lauren's eye. She smiled and Lauren immediately felt like they were old friends. She winked and then settled back into the bench with her husband. Once into the old quarter the lights came only intermittently. Lauren and Roxanne were surrounded by the quiet darkness. Only the clip-clop of the horse's hooves and the comforting squeaks of the carriage's springs broke the quiet of the night. Lauren started when she felt something touch her hand. She realized it was Roxanne's hand and immediately took it into her own. She looked into the darkened corner where her friend sat. The shadows grew less dark as her eyes adjusted and she could faintly make out the outline of her smaller friend. She gently tugged on Roxanne's hand and the redhead yielded, moving over on the seat closer to her. They passed the old convent and soon the streets changed from pavement to stones. Far from taking away from the moment the rattle of the wheels seemed natural and even more romantic. Lauren could easily imagine herself the heroine in any of the many cheap romances she had read in her lifetime. She felt Roxanne's head rest on her shoulder and she was sure her smaller friend's active imagination was casting her as the heroine in her own little novel. Lauren felt certain she was being cast as the hero. Lauren released Roxanne's hand and then wrapped her arm around her shoulder. Roxanne nestled into the crook of her arm. Her body was warm and soft and Lauren could smell the scent of her. It was like strawberries and cinnamon, wholly intoxicating. Lauren was totally relaxed, totally at ease. As the tall walls of the old cathedral came into view Lauren became aware that Roxanne's breathing had become deeper. Lauren smiled when she realized that she had fallen asleep. The light of a passing streetlamp revealed the other couple for a few moments. Henry was nestled against his wife, his head resting on her breast, sound asleep. Hetta's eyes sparkled and she was staring at Lauren. "How long have you been together?" the older woman asked softly as the velvety night blotted her from view again. "We aren't really, we have known each other for a while but.. this is totally new," Lauren replied, her voice just above a whisper. "She's very pretty," Hetta said. "Yes, she is isn't she?" Lauren said quietly. The clip clop of the horse's hooves was the only sound for a while. "Hold on to her," the older woman said breaking the long silence. This should have been surreal or at least embarrassing, but Lauren found her first impression holding. She felt like she was talking to an old friend. "I don't know if I am ready for that, and I have no idea if she is," Lauren said. The older woman laughed quietly. "Of course she is," she said when she mastered herself. "May I ask why you say that?" Lauren countered. Again the gentle laughter that was in no way mocking but gentle sounded from the dark. "One does not live to be as old as I am without learning to see the signs," she replied. "What do you see?" Lauren asked. The carriage hit a bump and Roxanne was jostled, she murmured something unintelligible. Lauren tightened her grip comfortingly and Roxanne sighed softly. "She looks at you with the same look my Henry has for me," she said. The lights were getting more frequent and Lauren realized they were nearing the end of the trip. "It isn't my place, but if you will listen I will give you some advice," the older woman offered. "Please," Lauren replied. "I have been married for fifty-seven years. In that time we have gone through fat times and lean, but I have never once regretted my decision when Henry asked me to marry him. Love like ours will sustain you through the years and bring more rewards than you can imagine. In my day a relationship such as yours would have been impossible. If you choose to pursue it I am sure you will face your share of hardships even in these enlightened times," she said pausing to catch her breath. "She seems a quiet and reserved child, but you may well find that she has strength beyond imagining. Love as deep as the love I see in her eyes is not something you will find often in this life. Don't run away from it," she finished. The carriage turned onto a well-lighted road and made it's way towards the loading point. "You had better wake her before I wake him," she said quietly. Lauren nodded and gently shook Roxanne. She murmured and nestled more tightly against Lauren. Lauren caught Roxanne's chin between her fingers and tilted her face up and then gently kissed her. Roxanne's eyes shot open for a confused second and then she just melted into Lauren's arms. When the kiss broke the carriage was rolling to a stop. Roxanne seemed to suddenly remember her surroundings and a blush rose to her cheeks. She started to pull away but Lauren held her tightly and stared into her eyes. Roxanne's struggles ceased and she closed her eyes. Her lips parted slightly as Lauren's brushed them with her lips. The kiss was soft and lasted only a brief moment. The coachman was just getting to the side of the carriage to open the door. Hetta gently shook her husband awake. He looked confused and it took a few gentle words from his wife before he seemed to realize where he was. The coachman took Lauren's hand and assisted her to the ground followed by Roxanne and Hetta and lastly the old gentleman. He offered his arm to his wife and she took it and then he tipped his hat to Lauren and Roxanne. "A pleasure meeting you ladies," he said. "Likewise," Lauren said smiling. Hetta looked at Roxanne, who was standing next to Lauren and then glanced meaningfully at Lauren. Her expression spoke volumes and Lauren felt a sudden warmth rise within her heart. "Come along Henry," Hetta said as she led him away. Watching the two of them make their way, arm in arm down the sidewalk made Lauren feel happy inside. She looked down at Roxanne and smiled. With a flourish and a giggle she offered her arm to her friend. Roxanne looked at her with a questioning stare, part fear and part happiness. Lauren nodded slightly to her, never taking her eyes from Roxanne's face. Roxanne shyly took her arm and they started off towards their hotel. The walk there was strange for Lauren. The soft sounds of the night were pleasant and the few people the passed gave them no more than curious glances. Roxanne rested her head on Lauren's shoulder and her hips and legs brushed Lauren's with every step. The closeness was so nice, so comfortable, so.right. Lauren was almost sad to see the hotel. By the time they reached the front door Lauren was almost guiding Roxanne. The painkillers were finally hitting her and she was almost out on her feet. In some ways it was easier because she looked like nothing so much as a little drunk. Lauren guided her to the elevators and with difficulty to the door to the room. She managed to open the door to the room and get Roxanne in. Once the door was closed Lauren picked her up and carried her to the bed. She stared at Lauren with pupils the size of dinner plates. Lauren scolded at her. "You took more than normal and then you lied to me about how bad it hurt didn't you?" she said. "It was worth it, I had the most wonderful time," she murmured. "You silly woman, I would give you a good spanking if I thought you would feel it," Lauren said. She was trying to hide her concern with suggestive comments. "Promises, promises," she murmured sleepily. Lauren grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. "Wait until morning, I am going to show you," Lauren said earnestly. Roxanne giggled and Lauren shook her head. She rolled her friend over and unzipped her dress. Roxanne managed to sit up and shrug out of it. She was wearing the purple corset underneath it. Lauren sat on the bed and unlaced it while Roxanne fumbled with her garters. Lauren noticed the marks the laces had left in the soft pale skin. She wondered what a good spanking would do to Roxanne's pale behind. It was at that moment that she made up her mind. She tossed the beautiful corset on the floor and helped Roxanne out of her stockings. Roxanne was very clumsy and uncoordinated. Lauren pulled back the covers and tucked her in. "Lauren, please don't leave me," Roxanne said in a little girl voice. Lauren lay down next to her and held her. "I'm here baby, go to sleep," she whispered. Roxanne squirmed around until she was pressed against Lauren and fell asleep in seconds. Lauren lay there for a few minutes and then stealthfully got up. She retrieved the brochure she had taken from the folder on the desk earlier and quietly left the room. **************** Bourbon Street was hopping as Lauren made her way down the crowded streets. She was only partially aware of the crowds and noise. Her mind was on getting to her destination and getting back before Roxanne noticed she was missing. Each step carried her closer to something she was not sure she was ready to do. All of her anxieties and the powerful desires she had felt were concentrated in that one place. Without really being aware of it until she had her hand on the door she found herself there. She took a deep breath, steeled herself and walked in. The shop was full of people trying on clothes and browsing. Lauren was not really aware of them as people; her eyes were glued to the doorway that lead to the other side of the shop. She paused just outside of it and realized her knees were shaking. Annoyed by her weakening resolve, she forced herself to pass through the doorway and into that other world. This half of the shop held fewer customers than the other, but there were still more people here than the first time. Lauren walked around looking at the huge selection of leather restraints. She realized with a sinking feeling that she had no idea what most of them were intended to do. She suddenly decided this had been a bad idea. She had convinced herself to do this but standing there surrounded by all of the odd things the shop held her resolve was quickly deteriorating. "May I help you?" a feminine voice with an exotic accent inquired. Lauren spun on her heels to face the speaker. She was a short woman with her head almost shaven and rich cream colored skin that reminded Lauren of hot chocolate. She was slightly built, but well muscled and she seemed to exude an aura of confident power. On her left arm she had a tattoo that proclaimed One Bad Bitch in bold lettering, surrounded by thorn vines with a single rose from which a single drop of blood fell. She wore black leather pants, boots, and a white cotton halter-top. Lauren noticed an ID card pinned to her halter that identified her as Angela. "I don't know," Lauren said. Her resolve to leave was still strong and she felt very vulnerable standing here. Angela laughed quietly and Lauren found herself smiling. The girl seemed to be able to put her at ease. "You're new to the scene aren't you?" she asked in that softly accented voice. "Yes," Lauren replied after a moment's hesitation. "Relax, we were all new once. It's not as bad as you think. Why don't you come with me?" she said as she turned and threaded her way back to a door marked Employee's Only. She went in and motioned for Lauren to follow her. Still filled with trepidation, she walked into the room. Lauren had not been sure what to expect, she half feared a room set up for sex. Instead she found herself in a breakroom. There was a small battered table and a counter with a coffee pot and a small fridge. "Have a seat and relax, how do you take your coffee?" Angela asked. "Cream and sugar," Lauren replied automatically. Angela made them both a cup and sat down opposite Lauren. She was so relaxed and at ease that Lauren felt herself relaxing. Angela seemed to realize how nervous she was and made small talk. She asked about Lauren's trip and her job and how long she had been in town and then suggested places of interest. She deliberately steered the conversation away from anything that had to do with the reason Lauren was here. Once Lauren was obviously less nervous Angela returned to the question at hand. "First things first, are you a top, a bottom or do you switch?" Angela asked. Lauren colored slightly and seemed confused. Angela seemed to grasp immediately what was happening and continued. "A top is the dominant partner also called a Dom or domme depending on gender. A bottom is the submissive partner also called a sub regardless of gender. A switch can be dom or sub depending on partner," she explained. "I don't know really. I can be the aggressor or submissive in bed so I guess I am a switch, but I have never done anything like this." Lauren replied. "Tell me about your current partner then. I assume that he... or she is a large part of why you are here?" Angela said. Lauren colored a bit and looked hard at the woman across the table. She debated what to say and what not to. Angela's frank and open gaze reassured her. Lauren had always been a good judge of character and she felt like Angela was sincerely interested and trying to help. "My partner is a she. This is the first relationship like this for either of us. She has some experience with this aspect of a relationship but I don't know how much," Lauren said slowly. "And she is?" Angela asked. "She says she is a sub. I think she probably is," Lauren said thoughtfully. "So you are here because you think she wants to bring this into your relationship?" Angela asked. "No, I am here because I want to try it. I think she will enjoy it also, but over the time we have been together I have discovered I rather enjoy the feelings associated with being the.Dom," Lauren replied. "Domme," Angela corrected. "Domme," Lauren said with a smile. "All right. What are you interested in with her? Is it just restraints? Or do you plan on inflicting pain? Humiliation? Is this just bedroom games or are you considering a life style change?" Angel asked. Lauren considered the questions carefully and then started to answer. "No pain, I could never hurt her. She is very shy and while it's fun to embarrass her on occasion I wouldn't want to humiliate her. At this point I think it's just bedroom games. Neither of us is sure about the future of our relationship, it's too new," "All right, I think we can find the things your looking for. Lets go take a look around the shop," she replied with a smile. Lauren followed her back into the shop. Angela took her over to a wall filled with restraints. Lauren recognized many as simple restraints cuffs, straps and shackles. Many were unrecognizable to her. "Lets start simple, you are going to want to restrain her. The level of helplessness can be an integral part of your subs enjoyment depending on her. I think you should probably start simple," she said as she took down a set of leather cuffs joined by a short length of silver chain. "Probably, I don't even know what a lot of this stuff does," Lauren replied taking the cuffs and examining them. Angela laughed. "Some people are very much into the bondage aspect. To them total immobilization is vital. I find that a set of cuffs is usually sufficient to enforce the idea I am in charge," she said. Lauren found herself staring curiously at an item. She could not figure out what it was for. "What's this?" she finally asked. "It's called a single glove," Angela said taking it down. "You place your hands in it wrist to wrist and then zip it up. Once the straps are tightened your arms are totally useless. It is one of the better forms of dynamic bondage because your sub can still walk or kneel. I don't like them because I prefer my sub to have the use of her hands most of the time," Angela replied. She put the single glove back on the rack and took down a type of belt. It looked to Lauren like the girdle belts women were often seen wearing in medieval paintings, except this on had metal "D" rings set into it. "This is much better for mobile restraint. You can attach her cuffs to the rings and keep her arms immobilized but still allow her to use her fingers," Angel said with a smile. They moved slowly around the store with Angela showing her how many of the items were meant to be used. One wall held whips, paddles, quirts and canes. Lauren studied them with interest. "Do you plan on CP?" Angela asked. She was standing close and Lauren was aware of a mild tension developing. "CP?" she asked distractedly. "Corporeal punishment, or more commonly called spanking," Angel replied with a laugh. "I think so, I promised her a good spanking," Lauren said with a smile. "Get this one then," Angela said taking down a paddle and handing it to Lauren. It was black leather with a wooden handle, plain and unadorned. It seemed lass menacing than those with the spikes and studs. Lauren gave it an experimental swing or two and them smacked it against her palm. It stung. "Why this one?" Lauren asked. "It's simple and inexpensive for one thing, for another it is not made to leave marks, other than a well tanned behind," she amended. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 2 When they had made their way around the shop, Angela lead her into an alcove in the back that was covered with a black curtain. The small room was filled with toys. More than she had ever imagined existed. Lauren shopped around a bit still not believing that this was real. One rack held books and Angela pulled one out and handed it to her. The cover showed a blonde bombshell in leather thigh boots and bustier holding a crop. The title was simply The Scene. "It's a very good book for beginners," Angela said. Lauren took down a box that said pleasure harness. She looked on the back and realized it was a strap-on dildo set. She remembered Roxanne pressing against her in the shop and immediately felt a rush of excitement. "Don't get that one," Angela said. She walked over to a wall and brought down a black leather harness. "Get this one. It's real leather and will last unlike the boxed ones," she said handing it to Lauren. Lauren examined it curiously. The waist belt was wide and had a silver buckle in back. The leg straps were leather also, but backed by a cotton fabric so they would not chaff. The strap that would go between her legs had two ovals of leather with orange studs. They were not attached but rather threaded through so they could move. The front was a triangle of leather with another of the orange studs on the outside and supple rubber nubs on the other. "What are these for?" Lauren asked, indicating the studs. Rather than replying, Angela took one of the dildos off a stand and pressed it against the stud. Lauren heard an audible popping sound and when Angela released it the fake cock stayed on the harness. "We carry a whole line of toys you can attach to the studs, it makes this harness far more versatile than the comercial ones," she replied smiling. Lauren saw a second belt on the rack and asked about it to cover her blush. "It's called a pleasure belt. It's similar to the restraint belt I showed you but it has a strap to keep a vibrator or plug or both in place. Once you lock it whoever is wearing it can't remove them until you unlock it. Having your sub wandering around all day with a vibrator going has certain advantages," she replied with a wry smile. Lauren nodded imagining how it would feel to be kept in one all day. That would be sweet torture. "The one you're holding has no D rings. It's meant to be worn under clothing. Some of the vibrators come with a remote control and you can imagine the mental games you could play with a sub. My favorite use of it is to take mine out to a public place and then cut it on. Watching her try to function normally, without letting on what's going on is quite a trip." Angela finished, chuckling at the memory. Lauren burst out laughing which caused Angela to look at her curiously. "Sorry," Lauren said still chuckling. "Going to let me in on it?" Angela asked. "My girl is very loud when she cums. I was just imagining her trying to keep from drawing attention to herself," Lauren said still smiling. "Even better," Angela said while laughing herself. They took a few more minutes looking around and then started back where they had begun. Lauren selected items as they went around the shop. She was careful to not go overboard. Angela was very helpful in this showing her the less expensive items and discouraging her from purchasing the more exotic items that caught her eye. Even then she had far more by the time they reached the counter than she had intended to get. Angela tossed a small box that looked like a jewelry box onto the pile with no explanation. Angela left her to have her things rung up and bagged but joined her as she was leaving. She reached into her back pocket and produced a laminated card, which she handed to Lauren. "That's my business card, but it also has my home phone on the back. If you would like to go out sometime I can show you some of the places in town that cater to us. I think you, and your girl would really enjoy it," she said. Lauren thanked her and hurried back towards the hotel. She was surprised to see that the streets were nearly empty. A glance at her watch showed her that she had been there for over four hours. When she got back to the room she quietly entered. Roxanne was still sound asleep. Lauren quietly put away her purchases and put the bags outside the room for housekeeping. She hung the do not disturb sign on the door and locked it. She stripped out of her clothes and crawled into the bed causing Roxanne to stir sleepily. "Hmmm?" she questioned. "Shhh, go back to sleep baby. You have a big day ahead of you," Lauren whispered as she wrapped her arms around Roxanne's waist and pulled her close. "Mmm, Big day?" Roxanne snuggled up against her and was back to sleep in an instant. Lauren held her tightly but sleep was a long time coming. *************** Lauren awoke to the smell of bacon and hot coffee. The comfortable sounds of Roxanne padding around the kitchen came drifting into her consciousness. They were just the small sounds of someone making breakfast, but they were very comfortable and made Lauren feel special. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sounds and smells, she wondered if this was how a husband felt on his honeymoon. "Wake up, sleepy head," Roxanne called as she made her way from the kitchenette to the bed with a silver tray in her hands. She was wearing a beautiful robe in jade green with black trim. She looked so happy she almost seemed to glow. Lauren smiled at her and gratefully accepted a cup of coffee. She took a sip and had to admit Roxanne made a good cup of coffee. "How's your head?" she asked. "Its fine. Just a little fuzzy from the medicine," Roxanne replied. Lauren ate her breakfast while Roxanne nibbled on a piece of toast. Lauren had not realized how hungry she had been and ate with rare gusto. Roxanne took away the tray and dishes once she was done and refilled her coffee cup. She sat down and smiled. "I take it that it was good?" she asked. "You can sure cook," Lauren replied. Roxanne smiled and laughed. She drew her legs up under her and sipped her own coffee. Lauren stared at her for a while. Neither said anything, but the silence was warm and friendly, not at all awkward. "So what's the plan for today?" Roxanne asked. "Its a secret, but I think you will enjoy it," Lauren replied. Roxanne perked up and looked at her questioningly. Throughout her sleepless night Lauren had played this scenario through her head over and over. Her plan was not formalized but rather a set of ideas loosely held together. She was going to play it by ear. "You're being mysterious this morning," Roxanne said with a smile. "Maybe," was Lauren's only reply. "Well, while you're being mysterious I am going to clean up," Roxanne said as she rose and went to the kitchen. Lauren lay in bed a while longer with her eyes closed, just enjoying having someone nearby. When she rose she padded into the kitchenette. Roxanne had her back to her and Lauren stepped up behind her and put her arms around the smaller woman's waist. She pulled Roxanne tightly against her and kissed her neck gently. "Mmmmm," Roxanne breathed as she pressed back against Lauren's body. "Good morning," Lauren said as she nibbled on Roxanne's earlobe. Roxanne giggled and slipped out of the circle of Lauren's arms. She turned with a smile and was about to say something but Lauren didn't let her. She pressed her up against the counter and wrapped her up in her arms. Her pelvis was pressed against Roxanne's and she forced her leg between Roxanne's. The intimate contact brought a gasp from Roxanne. "You are in a mood this morning!" she giggled as her own arms went around Lauren's neck. Their lips met and a long kiss followed. It was passionate but at the same time languid. No sense of urgency pervaded either of them. Their tongues dueled as Lauren's lips pressed tightly against Roxanne's. Lauren forced her tongue into Roxanne's warm mouth and greedily explored. When the kiss broke, Roxanne was a little flushed and breathless. Lauren pressed her advantage and let her mouth trail to the nape of Roxanne's neck where she licked and sucked tracing her tongue along the hollow she found there. "What's gotten into you?" she moaned. Lauren lifted her head and looked into Roxanne's eyes. "Wrong question," she said seriously. Roxanne looked at her in confusion. Lauren held her smaller lover's eyes and slowly untied the sash that held her robe closed. "The right question is, what's getting into you," she said slowly. Roxanne colored furiously and looked away from Lauren's intense gaze. Lauren finished with the sash and pushed her hands into the robe pushing it open. She let her hands trace gently over Roxanne's soft belly and up to the domes of her breasts. She held each in her hands and squeezed softly, her thumbs were pressed into the nipples and slowly rotated. Roxanne's head snapped back around and Lauren captured her eyes again with her own. "Now go and get the things I got you yesterday, I am wearing my present and I want to see you in yours," Lauren said huskily. Roxanne could only nod. Lauren released her hold and Roxanne hurried into her room. Lauren smiled and went to her dresser where she took out the paddle and quickly stashed it under the seat cushion. Roxanne returned with the box that held her corset. Lauren noted with a smile that she had refastened the sash to her robe. Roxanne placed the box on the bed and opened it. "You are going to have to help me with this one," Roxanne said as she brought the corset out of its box. "How?" Lauren asked as she approached Roxanne. She removed her robe and held the corset to her body. "It's easy, just lace it up and then take out the slack, like tying your shoe," Roxanne said. Lauren took the heavy cord and laced it up slowly. She was admiring Roxanne's behind as she did so, imagining the rosy blush that her paddle would bring to the soft, pale skin. Once it was laced up, Lauren tugged on the strings a few times. It was far from closed. "Now what?" she asked. "That depends on how tight you want it. It's fine now, you can just tie it off and push the excess cord up under it," Roxanne replied. "It isn't closed," Lauren observed. "This is a wasp waist corset. If you closed it all the way my waist would be down to twenty inches or so," Roxanne laughed. "How tight can you wear one?" Lauren asked. "I have no idea,' Roxanne replied. "How would I get it tighter? I can't pull any more slack out," Lauren said. "Its fine as it is," Roxanne laughed as she turned around. "I want it tighter," Lauren said seriously. Roxanne looked at her curiously. She started to say something but the look in Lauren's eyes stopped her. She nodded and took the corset hook out of the box. "I am going to hold onto the bed post. Put your knee into my back and pull out as much as you can. You can use the hook after that to take out slack," she said as she turned her back and took a firm hold on the post. Lauren put her knee into the small of Roxanne's back and gave the strings a vicious pull. Five minutes of straining and pulling left both women panting. Roxanne was breathing shallowly, taking small sips of air. "Happy?" she said in a voice that was tight. Lauren held up the hook and smiled. "God, are you trying to cut me in half?" Roxanne giggled. Lauren had realized in the shop the night before that a corset was in and of itself a bondage device. With what she intended to do it would be a plus to have Roxanne a little short of breath. When she finally finished with the hook Roxanne's waist was down to twenty-two inches. Her bust looked to be at least two sizes larger. The effect was stunning and Lauren decided maybe there was more to lingerie than she had guessed. "Satisfied?" Roxanne asked archly. She was standing straight up and her chest was thrust forward. "Not even close, but that's good enough for now," Lauren replied. "Sadist," Roxanne giggled as she made her way carefully back to her room. Lauren turned the chair to face the door to Roxanne's room and sat down. She made sure she could reach her paddle and waited impatiently. Eventually Roxanne's door opened and she walked into the room. The sight of her took Lauren's breath away. The little black hat was pinned on and the veil was pulled over the top half of her face. The black color set off the deep, rich auburn of her hair and the pale white skin. She had on a deep red lipstick that drew attention to her lips. The corset gave her an hourglass figure and the very feminine pink ribbons and bows seemed to accentuate her charms. Black stockings showed off her legs to great advantage and the boots looked sexy keeping her on her toes. The gloves completed the outfit with only the white thong panties being out of place. "Well?" she asked in that breathless voice Lauren was beginning to find very sexy. "Take off the panties, they don't look right" Lauren said surprised at the lust she could hear in her own voice. Roxanne giggled and gingerly removed the thong. Lauren loved the way she moved. Each action was deliberate and careful. When she stood holding the panties Lauren's eyes were drawn to her bush. "Well?" Roxanne asked. "You look wonderful baby," she said softly. Roxanne smiled and primped causing Lauren to laugh. She decided that this was going to work. "Are you ready for your spanking?" Lauren asked. Roxanne stood frozen, her mouth slightly open. The look of surprise was priceless to Lauren. "What?" she finally stammered. "I promised you a spanking last night and now it's time for you to get it," Lauren said. Her voice sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. "Lauren?" she asked. "Come here,' Lauren said patting her lap. Roxanne seemed very unsure but hesitantly came closer. Lauren held up her hand and when Roxanne took it she gently but firmly pulled her down across her lap. Lauren had joked with people about spanking for many years. In the chat room she was constantly giving and getting spankings in jest. Now she found herself with another woman across her knees. She felt her excitement mounting and slowly overcoming her trepidation. She gently ran her hand over Roxanne's ass cheeks enjoying the feel of the soft, warm skin under her hand. She took her time and after a while Roxanne sighed and wiggled her behind, obviously enjoying her touch. She raised her hand and brought it down swiftly and without warning. The cracking sound was almost eclipsed by Roxanne's yelp. She tried to wiggle free but Lauren simply hooked her fingers under the strings of the corset and held on. Her eyes never left the soft cheeks as her handprint slowly appeared in red on the pale skin. She raised her hand ad smacked the other cheek. "Ow! Stop it! That hurts!" Roxanne protested. "That's what you get for lying to me," Lauren said sweetly. Roxanne struggled some more, this time with more determination, but Lauren found she could easily control the smaller woman's movements. The corset greatly restricted her ability to twist and Lauren realized she would have had trouble rising even if Lauren wasn't holding her down. "Stop struggling or you are really going to get it,' Lauren ordered. Lauren raised her hand and brought it down hard on Roxanne's ass to emphasize her point. "I am going to get you for this," Roxanne hissed. "Oh you are?" Lauren asked. "You bet I am," she said earnestly. Lauren reached behind her and brought out her paddle. The wood was cool to her touch and it felt heavier than she remembered. She held it down so Roxanne could see it. "Oh, my God. Don't you dare!" she exclaimed. "Oh but I have to, your going to get me for this so I have to get all I can out of it," Lauren teased. Roxanne began to struggle again. This time it was in earnest, but Lauren held her firmly in place. Her struggles ceased quickly and she was panting. The corset simply did not allow her to breath deeply enough to keep it up without getting winded. Lauren brought the paddle down hard. It made a strange whistling sound as it cut through the air. The crack of it sounded like a shot when it landed on Roxanne's exposed ass. Roxanne screamed. Lauren gently massaged her lover's ass. She had not meant to really hurt her. The paddle was very effective and she would have to be careful if she was going to continue. "How many licks for telling fibs?" Lauren asked her. "That was plenty,' Roxanne whimpered. "I think ten will be sufficient," Lauren said. "I don't think I can take ten," Roxanne said earnestly. "I think you can," Lauren replied and brought the paddle down again. Her eyes stayed glued to Roxanne's shapely ass as the paddle landed again and again. By the time she was done her lover's ass was brilliant scarlet. Roxanne was sobbing quietly. "That was fun wasn't it?" she said after a time. "No," Roxanne managed. Lauren put the paddle down and gently ran her hand over Roxanne's ass. The skin was still smooth but now it was hot, a deep fierce heat. She let her fingers trail between Roxanne's legs and slowly forced a finger into her sopping pussy. A second finger slid easily into the hot slick cavern. Lauren slowly began to frig her. "I think your fibbing again," Lauren said happily. Roxanne groaned, but her legs parted to give Lauren more access. Lauren's own pussy was becoming hot and itchy. She continued to finger Roxanne, enjoying the tiny noises that were escaping her lover. "You like that don't you?" she said huskily. "Yes!" Roxanne blurted out. Lauren stopped and helped Roxanne to her feet. She was still beautiful, the tear streaked face only added to her appeal. Lauren led her to the bed and gently pushed her onto it. Roxanne winced when her ass hit the bed, but the cool sheets seemed to make her more comfortable. Lauren opened her dresser and took out a blindfold. It was back satin and looked very much like a night mask. She handed it to Roxanne. "I am new to this Roxy, I won't lie to you. I have agonized over this all night. I want to do more but I won't risk losing your friendship. So here's the deal. You can hand that back to me and we will get dressed and go out sightseeing." Lauren said. "Or?" Roxanne asked when Lauren seemed unable to go on. "Or you can put it on and we will stay here all day making love. But if you put it on we are going to do what I want, I'll be in charge," she finished. She looked at Lauren seriously and then smiled and put the blindfold on. Lauren felt a rush of excitement that was only slightly less forceful than the relief she felt. Lauren went to the dresser and took out the leather cuffs. "Put your hands out," she commanded. Roxanne complied and Lauren fastened them around her wrists. Once they were secure she took the blindfold off. "Come here," she said as she went back to the dresser and took out the heavy leather harness. Roxanne's eyes widened in surprise, but Lauren also saw hunger there. "You know what this is don't you?" Lauren asked. "Yes I do," Roxanne replied in a whisper. Lauren handed it to her. She then took a bag of items from the dresser and went to sit on the bed with Roxanne following her. Lauren looked at her and removed a thick vibe from the bag. She took the vibe and pressed it firmly to the leather oval on the inside of the strap. It connected with a popping sound. She then took a bottle of astroglide and lubed it up. She took the harness from Roxanne's hands and stepped into the leg straps and pulled it up. She aligned the vibe with her aching pussy and slowly inserted it. It was cold, but the astroglide and her own copious juices allowed it to slide all the way in with no discomfort. "Buckle it," Lauren commanded. Roxanne cinched it up and did the buckle with little difficulty despite her cuffs. Lauren kept her back to her friend and from the bag took a large black dildo. It was ten inches long and very thick with fake balls and heavy veins. Lauren had chosen it because of a story she had told Roxanne about one of her former lovers and because her little friend had confided in her that she had never been with a man who was well endowed. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 2 Lauren turned around and took Roxanne's face in her hands and gently kissed her. Roxanne had always been so soft and yielding, but there was something different now. A quality of helplessness that made her even softer. Lauren loved it. "You told me yesterday you were going to fuck my brains out, but I never expected this," Roxanne said quietly as she took the black cock in her hand and gently stroked it. Lauren truly appreciated the design of the harness then. Directly behind the stud the group of supple rubber nubs pressed right on her clitoral area. Every motion of the latex dong brought a reciporative motion against her most sensitive area. With the vibe filling her pussy the level of stimulation was incredible. She could feel the weight of the dildo and Roxanne's curious stroking of it was driving her to distraction quickly. Roxanne's eyes were glued to it and she seemed fascinated by the appearance. Lauren gently lapped her hand away. "Stop before I have a premature ejaculation," she giggled. Roxanne broke out in a fit of the giggles. Lauren quickly undid the cuffs and tossed them on the floor. When Roxanne looked at her questioningly Lauren shrugged. "We will play with that stuff later. Right now I just want to make love to you," she whispered. Roxanne nodded and looked at her with that hungry expression Lauren had seen earlier. Lauren hesitantly took her in her arms and pulled her close. The dong pressed against her tummy and Roxanne grasped it and pushed it upwards so that it was sandwiched between them. Even this sent a shock of pleasure through Lauren's system. She wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and pulled her close. Roxanne's eyes were closed and her face tilted upwards. Lauren pressed her lips against the soft inviting lips of her lover, the parted easily and her tongue invaded Roxanne's mouth. Roxanne kissed back passionately. Roxanne grasped Lauren's cock and began to stroke it again. Lauren moaned softly into her lover's mouth. When the kiss broke, Roxanne leaned back and continued to stroke it staring with wide eyes. Lauren placed her hands on Roxanne's tits and began to rub the nipples through the satin of her corset. "Can you feel that?' she asked curiously as she continued to play with it. "Yes," Lauren replied Roxanne increased the tempo of her stroking and Lauren's hands went to her smaller friend's shoulders. A quiet moan escaped her lips and her hips began to buck after a short while. "I guess so," Roxanne smiled. Lauren was beginning to fell her orgasm building. She would have never believed it was possible, but the stimulation was incredibly intense. She gripped Roxanne's shoulders tightly and Roxanne sank to her knees. "What are you doing?" Lauren managed. "Proving I love you," she said with a wink. She continued to stroke the fake cock and then looked up at Lauren's face and sucked the head into her mouth. Lauren couldn't feel her lover's tongue or mouth; her rational mind told her that. Nevertheless her imagination could and the visual stimulation was beyond description. Her little friend on her knees in her sexy underwear, one hand wrapped around the black dong, the other holding onto Lauren's hip for balance and her red lips wrapped around the big cock. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked and Lauren felt her hips bucking quickly. Her inner muscles were clenching the vibe tightly and relaxing spasmodically. She felt like a bottle of champagne being shaken and shaken. The pressure was building up fast and she knew the cork was about to pop. Lauren's hand flew to Roxanne's head to steady herself as the damn burst. Wave after wave of red, raw pleasure swept over her. She felt her legs go weak and was hard pressed not to fall over. When the spasms subsided and her breathing returned to normal she looked down. Roxanne was smiling up at her and still stroking. Lauren collapsed back on the bed. "Whew," she said fanning herself. Roxanne giggled and straddled Lauren's hips. She lay forward and kissed Lauren's nose. Lauren' body was still experiencing after shocks and the close contact of Roxanne's body didn't help. Rather than tease her as Lauren had suspected Roxanne just lay there seemingly content to enjoy the feel of her skin. When the aftershocks had finally faded she gently rubbed Roxanne's back. "Are you ready baby?" Lauren whispered. "Yes!" Roxanne replied enthusiastically. She sat up and looked down at Lauren. Lauren could only stare for a few moment, Roxanne straddling her thighs, the big black cock nestled between her thighs, and the cute hat all combined to form a most erotic picture. "Climb on then," Lauren said huskily as she grasped the base of the dildo to steady it. Even as she did so she saw Roxanne's face fall. She recovered quickly, but the disappointment had been there. "Oh hell,' Lauren said. She kicked up with her legs and forced herself up with one arm. She rolled over forcing Roxanne's body under hers. She put both hands down and rested her weight on her knees and hands. Roxanne was under her with her legs splayed wide. "You're silly, you know that?" Lauren said half reproachfully. "Why? Because I like you on top of me?" Roxanne countered smiling brilliantly. "Yes, why does it mean so much to you?" Lauren asked seriously. She had to smile when her smaller lover's face knit in concentration. She was so damned cute sometimes. Lauren also realized that the fact she was totally unaware of it made it all that much sweeter. "I have always dated men who were bigger than I am. I have come to enjoy the weight of a lover resting on me. I won't break Lauren. I'm not made of glass. Besides, I like the feeling of helplessness and knowing who is in control," she finished. A slight blush came to her cheeks that Lauren found both erotic and endearing. Lauren only nodded and let her body settle onto Roxanne's. She gently unpinned the hat and tossed it aside. Their breasts were pressed tightly together and their bellies were touching. Lauren was aware of the soft skin of her lover's thighs and the cool silkiness of her stockings on her hips. She kissed her neck and nibbled along her breastbone, eliciting little coos and sighs. She was keenly aware of the hard dildo sandwiched between their tummies. Lauren took both of Roxanne's tits in her hands and pressed them together. She hunched her back and began to tongue them. The semi hard nipples became tiny pebbles and her aureoles drew up into tight buttons of flesh. In no time Roxanne was moaning softly and had her hand wrapped in Lauren's hair. The spanking and the dildo and the cuffs had obviously had the desired effect. She was hotter than a three-dollar pistol, Lauren thought with a smile. Lauren pressed upwards with her knees and firmly grasped the dildo. She pressed it against Roxanne's wet pussy. Roxanne's eyes shot open in surprise. Lauren stared into her eyes as she slid the head of the false cock up and down her increasingly wet slit. She glanced down between their bodies to see the head of the dong was coated in Roxanne's juices. Roxanne was moaning softly and her hips were twitching, trying unconsciously to bring the dong into more solid contact. Lauren continued the slow, languid stroking, keeping her hips far enough away so that the contact was little more than a feathery kiss against her lover's flesh. Roxanne moaned again and her hand went to Lauren's shoulders trying to pull her closer. Her face was a mix of pleasure and frustration. The hunger in her eyes was like an aphrodisiac to Lauren, she felt herself becoming increasingly excited. "What do want?" Lauren asked in a hoarse whisper. "I want you inside me," Roxanne groaned. "No, tell me what you want," Lauren said as she continued to tease. Roxanne looked at her in confusion. Lauren smiled and pressed the dildo more firmly against her for a fleeting second provoking a frustrated growl. Roxanne wiggled and squirmed then humping her pelvis up while pulling as hard on Lauren's shoulders as she could. Lauren merely smiled and refused to give her what she wanted. "Tell me what you want baby, I can do this all day," Lauren said quietly. Roxanne looked up at her and Lauren arched an eyebrow meaningfully. It dawned on Roxanne then what Lauren wanted to hear. Even in her flushed state a deep blush rose to her cheeks. "I want you to fuck my brains out," she whispered, her eyes closed. "Say it like you mean it," Lauren said, still keeping up the devilish teasing. "Lauren, please," she said plaintively. "No?" Lauren said stopping the dildo with the head at the very entrance to Roxanne's sopping canal. "Please, fuck my brains out!" Roxanne nearly screamed. Lauren smiled then and moved her knees up to give her better support. She held the shaft of the dong and slowly pressed forward with her hips. The head slid forward but missed its target and slipped downward. Lauren remembered many times this had happened with her male lovers, she suddenly had some empathy for their frustration. Lauren pulled back and sat up on her knees. She used her left hand to press the damp bush of Roxanne's pubic hair out of the way; with her right she guided the head of the dildo back to the entrance of Roxanne's slick channel. She pressed forward slowly and watched as the tip of the black cock pressed against the lips of her pussy. A little more pressure and the pink folds parted and the tip disappeared between them. Lauren slid forward a little more watching fascinated as about half of the bulbous head slipped in. Roxanne's sharp intake of breath told Lauren that she was on target this time. She could feel the tightness of Roxanne's pussy as she pushed ahead more. A groan brought her eyes to Roxanne's face. Her eyes were closed and a frown of concentration was on her face. This went to a sharp look of pain as her muscles gave and the head forced it's way in. "Are you all right?" Lauren asked with a trace of concern in her voice. "Its big," was all Roxanne could say. "Want me to stop?" Lauren asked. "Do and I will never speak to you again," Roxanne said with a small smile. Lauren nodded and returned her eyes to the juncture of Roxanne's legs. She pressed forward again tentatively but found that she wasn't making any progress. Lauren applied more pressure and about two inches of the dildo sank into her lover. "Ow!" Roxanne ejaculated. "I have a smaller one, do you want me to change?" Lauren asked, now really concerned. "No, just be gentle and take it slow,' Roxanne breathed huskily. Lauren smiled and reset her knees for better purchase on the slippery comforter. This time she pressed forward with her hips and watched as more of the big dildo disappeared between the puffy lips. She glanced up at Roxanne's face. Here eyes were still closed and she was concentrating on relaxing. Lauren continued until a little over half the big dildo was buried in her friend. She drew back a little then and pressed forward again. Working like this she watched fascinated as more and more of the big dildo entered the redhead's tight pussy. Finally only the wide base and a small portion of the shaft were still visible. Lauren slowly let her weight rest on the dildo, a look of agony swept over Roxanne's face as Lauren felt the last bit of the dildo enter her. This was replaced with a serene smile seconds later as Roxanne wrapped her legs around Lauren's hips and locked her ankles. She wiggled around until she found the most comfortable position. The next few minutes were as confused and ultimately comical as any teenagers doing it the first time. Lauren experimented, trying to get the hang of it while Roxanne giggled and tried to accommodate her lover. Eventually Lauren got the hang of it and established a slow rhythm. She could feel the resistance when she thrust down and the muscles of Roxanne's pussy holding on to the dong as she withdrew. It was an indescribable if somewhat disconcerting sensation that took her a while to adjust to. She picked up her tempo a little bit and for a while the room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of their hips meeting. Lauren was concentrating on keeping a steady rhythm while Roxanne was adjusting to the huge dong inside of her. As Lauren became more confident she picked up the tempo more, withdrawing the dong in long deep thrusts. Roxanne began to moan and sigh. Her fingernails dragged across Lauren's back, spurring her to even more powerful thrusts. Roxanne began to cry out with each down thrust. She tossed her head from side to side and her hips began to rise to meet Lauren's down thrusts. Lauren was beginning to moan herself, the stimulation was quickly driving her towards another mammoth orgasm. The sound of the dildo slicing in and out was becoming more liquid and Lauren could smell the heady scent of Roxanne's arousal. She began to slam the dildo into Roxanne with furious strokes. "oh..Oh..OH.." Roxanne moaned with each down thrust. Lauren wrapped her hands into Roxanne's hair and kissed her deeply while the tension built. The kiss was all it took, Roxanne screamed into her mouth as her body thrashed wildly. Feeling her smaller lover come unglued beneath her was more than Lauren could stand and her own orgasm ripped through her. When she became aware of her surroundings again Roxanne was gently kissing her neck and stroking her damp hair. The huge dong was still buried inside of her lover. Lauren smiled and lifted herself up on her elbows. Roxanne looked so totally content and satisfied, angelic in her happiness. Her hair was damp and a thin sheen of sweat was on her brow. "I love you," she mouthed, no sound coming. Lauren could only nod and they kissed again. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 3 Lauren's eyes flared open. The room was still filled with a murky darkness, and unfamiliar shapes stood out as deeper shadows on the velvety backdrop. A brief moment of panic assailed her before she remembered that she was in a hotel room and not her own. The luminous face of the alarm clock read 4:45 and provided the only real source of light in the room. Outside, it was the twilight time before dawn, and the weak light barely penetrated the curtains. Something had wakened her from an incredibly erotic dream. Her mind was still cloudy but she remembered it had been a sound, an animal sound. Something warm and soft brushed her clit and she moaned softly. "Wha...?" she managed. She realized her nipples were aching and straining against the thin t-shirt she had on. Her arms were pushed out perpendicular to her body, and her hands were clutching the sheet tightly, she could feel the tension in her back and arms. Another warm soft contact forced her to arch her back, driving her shoulder blades down into the soft mattress. Another quiet whimper was drawn from her lips. She managed to raise her head and look down her body. She could see her nipples making little tents in the thin fabric of the t-shirt she had on. It had been pushed up and was bunched under her tits, leaving her tummy bare. A mop of red tresses that looked almost black in the semi-light, covered her hips and pubic area. She threw her head back as that warm, soft tongue caressed her most sensitive place again. "Mmmmmm, haven't you had enough?' she said, her voice sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet room. There was no reply. Lauren's mind was beginning to function now. She realized the sound that had roused her from her sleep had been her own moan. Her erotic dream had probably been inspired by the slow, gentle action of her lover's tongue on her pussy. She must have been at it for a while, Lauren thought because her nipples were achingly hard and she was very damp. The day before she had literally worn herself, and her smaller friend, out. Her mind was forcefully pulled back to the present as Roxanne's tongue glided upwards between her lips and flattened out as it crossed her bud. The delicious shivers that ran through her let her know she was close to orgasm. "Yesssssss," she hissed in spite of herself. Roxanne's tongue glided back down her slit and forced its way into her slick channel. It lingered there, probing her opening gently and occasionally lapping up her copious juices. Her lover's nose was pressed between Lauren's swollen lips and bumped her inner folds with each movement of her tongue. Lauren arched her back again trying to press her pussy move firmly against Roxanne's face. This was to no avail as the little redhead had both of her arms under Lauren's thighs and her fingers locked together above her mound. She simply let her face "float" with the movements of Lauren's hips and all Lauren's wiggling produced was a stop to the stimulation. Lauren snorted in frustration and had to relax after a few moments of straining, she was still sore from the night before. As soon as her body was relaxed on the bed again, her lover's soft, warm tongue traced up and down her slick lips. Roxanne took her time, for she was in no hurry and wanted to build Lauren up to a fever pitch. Her tongue made languid trips up and down Lauren's slit, occasionally dipping between the lips to caress the soft inner folds. To Lauren it quickly became sweet torture. Always the touches were feathery soft and infuriatingly slow. The occasional swipes over her engorged clit were never hard enough or long enough to do more than heighten the excitement. She could feel the frustration mixing with the pleasure until her body was taut with the unreleased tension. Her hands massaged her tits and pinched her nipples. This added jagged bolts of pleasure to her system but did nothing to help her gain release. She groaned in frustration and again tried to bring her hips up and get firmer contact with her lover's tongue, but this again brought a stop to the stimulation. "Bitch," she managed through her clenched teeth. Roxanne finally allowed three fingertips from each hand to gently slip between Lauren's wet lips. With a touch that was at once gentle and firm she pried them apart, exposing Lauren's tingling clit to the warm air. She placed her pursed lips on top of Lauren's pussy and kissed gently. "Good Morning," she said quietly, looking up for the first time. Her face was shadowy and vague in the half-light. Only her luminous eyes caught the faint light and sparkled. "Don't stop," Lauren breathed, she was too wound up now for pleasantries. She tangled her hands in Roxanne's hair and pulled her face back to her soaked pussy. Her body felt like it was on fire, with every nerve ending tingling. She was sure that Roxanne must have been teasing her for a long time. Roxanne needed no more encouragement. She flattened her tongue and began to swipe it quickly back and forth over Lauren's sensitized clit. This pushed Lauren towards a crashing climax. The redhead's tongue seemed to be totally empathetic to Lauren's body, varying pressure and tempo in response to the unspoken signals her body was sending. She built Lauren up to a peak and just as she was about to go over the edge Roxanne would back off or change tempo. The tension built in her until it was unbearable, she felt as if she were about to explode. "Now, Please now" Lauren begged. Her breathing was ragged and the pleasure was so acute that the stimulation was almost painful in its intensity. The muscles in her legs and back were becoming tired from the straining and began to knot. Roxanne attacked her clit in earnest then, using her tongue like a little buzz saw she swiped it side to side, just brushing Lauren's bud. Lauren's hips bucked against Roxanne's face as her orgasm began. She felt the warm rush of blood and the muscles clenching and relaxing spasmodically deep inside of her. With a suddenness that caused her to gasp the dam burst and her orgasm washed over her, threatening to drown her consciousness in its intensity. Her mind struggled as the heady waves of pleasure flooded her senses. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for this. Each wave seemed stronger and more all encompassing than the one before. She gave up the struggle before she went mad and just rode the crashing waves, losing herself in the moment. For a timeless period she was lost in the feelings giving no conscious thought to anything. Slowly she began to take notice of things around her, but her vision was like a love scene in the movies, out of focus around the edges. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision and shook her head. Powerful aftershocks wracked her body at uneven intervals. "Wow," was all she could think to say. Roxanne was still between her shivering thighs, running her fingers through Lauren's soft pubes. Her touch was very light, comforting rather than stimulating, but in her heightened state even this was unbearable. There was more light, filtering into the room now, and Lauren could see her lover's face. She was watching Lauren intently with that questioning expression of hope and fear Lauren was beginning to get used to. Her lips and chin were glistening with the juices of Lauren's orgasm. Even with this ample evidence of how good it felt, Lauren could see she was worrying that she had not enjoyed it. "That was some good morning," she said in a very contented voice. She was rewarded for this simple statement with a smile from her smaller friend. "It was nice for me too," she said. "Now come here," Lauren said sitting up and placing her hands under Roxanne's arms. When she lay back she pulled her lover up with her and kissed her tenderly. Her lips were soft and yielding and soon Lauren's tongue slipped between them. She could taste Roxanne's sweetness and a musky taste she realized was her own. A week ago the thought would have been unsettling to her, but now she greedily explored the smaller woman's mouth. Roxanne was still wearing her corset and stockings from the day before. Lauren could feel the cool materials against her legs, hips and tummy. Her hands traced down the lacings to the small of her lover's back, and further, until she could feel the warm, silken skin of her ass. Roxanne's hands covered her tits and squeezed gently. Lauren broke the kiss and smacked Roxanne's ass at the same time. "Are you trying to kill me?!" she asked laughing deeply. "Ummm, yes!" Roxanne replied kissing Lauren's nose and massaging her boobs. Lauren rolled over, pinning her smaller lover beneath her. Roxanne's legs and arms wrapped tightly around her instantly. She still couldn't understand her lover's enjoyment of being beneath her. "What has gotten into you? I would think after yesterday you would still be asleep," Lauren said quietly. She had meant it as a joke, but Roxanne seemed to think she was serious. Her brow knit in concentration and Lauren decided to let her answer, rather than tell her she had been joking. "Yesterday was like nothing I have ever experienced. It wasn't just the sex, it was feeling loved and protected and secure and happy," she said finally. The look on her face was priceless and Lauren felt moved to kiss her again. It was a soft kiss, lingering and meaningful. Lauren rolled off of Roxanne and stretched. The aftershocks were still zipping through her, but she was also very relaxed. Roxanne rolled over facing away from Lauren and started to snuggle back against her. Lauren reared back and slapped her ass. "Ow!" she ejaculated in surprise. She gave Lauren a hurt look over her shoulder. "Get to work woman, you got me up and now I want breakfast," Lauren said laughing. "Get your own breakfast," Roxanne said pouting. "Do you want to fail your audition?" Lauren asked. "Audition? For what?' Roxanne replied. "You don't remember?" Lauren said trying to keep her voice and face serious. "No," Roxanne said in confusion now. "For my wife," Lauren said giggling. Roxanne looked at her blankly for a moment and then began to giggle with her as she remembered the off hand comments of a few days ago. Lauren could hardly believe it had only been four days. "Well, I guess I have answered your question," she said as she rose gracefully and got out of bed. Lauren just watched her, enjoying the way she moved in the tight corset. Each movement was deliberate, it wasn't the come-on antics of a stripper, but it was very erotic to her nonetheless. As Roxanne bustled around the kitchen, Lauren propped her head up on the pillows and closed her eyes. She again enjoyed the sounds, and smells, of someone bustling around a kitchen preparing food. She tried to sort out her feelings and address the many questions this vacation had brought to her. While it was only Tuesday, she realized that time was running out on her. The real sticking point in her deliberations was what Roxanne wanted. She was so difficult to read and Lauren knew that her own feelings were inextricably tied to those of her friend. The walk home had been their first real showing that they were together in any sense other than friends. Roxanne had seemed perfectly all right with it, but she had also been totally out of it on her painkillers. Lauren was not sure how she felt about it now, but she knew that it had seemed very right at the time. Remembering the events of Sunday night inevitably brought her mind to yesterday. She tried to remember how many times they had made love. She eventually decided she couldn't. She remembered all of them, but could not delineate where any one ended, and the next began. She did remember falling asleep between Roxanne's legs with her strap on buried in her little lover and the redhead stroking her hair. The memories were so vivid and so sexy that she felt herself beginning to get horny again. "My God," she thought to herself. What is happening to me? I should be asleep not getting hot again; her thoughts were interrupted by Roxanne arriving at the bedside with her breakfast. "Breakfast is served," she said and curtseyed. "Thank you my dear," Lauren replied. She ate heartily and drank three cups of coffee. The food was good and the coffee was excellent, but she knew a lot of it had to do with her being hungry. She could not remember the last time she had exerted so much energy in such a short space of time. Instead of feeling tired though, she felt invigorated. Roxanne nibbled at the food on her plate, and kept stealing glances at Lauren. When Lauren finished Roxanne took the dishes away and washed them without a word. Lauren rose and stretched, her legs were still a little wobbly and she had to hold onto the bedpost for a bit until she could be sure of them. She went to the bathroom noticing that Roxanne's mood seemed to have changed in an instant. Roxanne's sudden quiet mood troubled her. She wondered about it as she brushed her teeth. The smaller woman was like a Chinese puzzle; with each bit discovered more questions were raised. It troubled her, that she might be falling for someone who was so unsure of herself. Lauren did not relish the idea of giving her heart to someone who might up and decide this was wrong, and just disappear on her. That was a pain she just couldn't deal with. She realized she could easily drive herself nuts with this, and pushed it firmly from her mind for the time being. She decided to take a shower, but after seeing the big tub she decided a bubble bath would be even better. She walked out of the bathroom to ask Roxanne if she had brought any bath oil, knowing the redhead's penchant for pampering herself. The room was empty, and the door that adjoined her room was closed. This really disturbed her for some reason. She was not normally a nosey person, but she was worried about Roxanne. If they became a couple it was fine and good, but she did not want to loose a friend if things did not work out that way. She walked quietly to the adjoining door and tried it. The handle turned easily and she pushed the door open a fraction. Lauren put her head to the crack and peered in. Roxanne was sitting on her bed and staring out the window. One leg was curled under her, and her hair was hanging down in a loose tumble. She looked so wistful, and utterly vulnerable. Lauren felt her heart go out to that suddenly tiny figure. The questions she was dealing with so badly, had to be torturing her smaller friend. Lauren was sure that the smaller woman was agonizing over the situation. She wanted to just go to her, and hold her and tell her it was all going to be alright. She fought back that impulse and closed the door quietly. She would give Roxanne time to make up her mind, but she was beginning to feel like she would have to force the issue sooner or later. She returned to the bathroom with her emotions in turmoil. With a sureness that surprised her she decided she would have to find out tonight. There was no excuse for the two of them to be in such a state on their vacations. If it was to be it would be, if it wasn't then it wasn't. She decided to pass on the bath and started the shower. She was distracted and nearly burned herself when she tested the water temp on her arm. Cursing her own carelessness, she turned on the cold water, and tested the temperature again. It was hot, but not scalding, so she tossed her t-shirt on the floor and stepped in under the stinging spray. The water was warm, and the thrumming spray felt wonderful as it worked the tension and fatigue from her muscles. Her mind moved back to the lone figure sitting on her bed. She could not get that poignant image out of her mind. If it had not been for her semi-nudity it might have been a Rockwell painting. There was no question the Roxanne could touch her heartstrings without even trying, but was she in love with her? That question stood out again even though she was trying very hard to ignore it. Her mind turned over her own feelings again but she decided it was no use. The complexities of the situation were far greater than any she had dealt with before. Without a solid idea of where Roxanne stood, or wanted to stand, she was just spinning her wheels and she knew it. Her mind returned to the walk back from the carriage ride. How her little friend would react to being seen in public would be a very good gauge of where her mind was. Lauren had to know if this was just a fling or a bedroom thing for her; or if she was really falling in love. Lauren did not want to commit herself to something where the feelings were this strong without knowing, she could not take the pain of another breakup. She growled in frustration when she realized she was making circles in her head, crossing over ground she had already walked. Her mind was pulled from her musings by a sound like a knock on the bathroom door. She poked her head out of the shower and listened again. After a pause the knock came again. "Yes?" Lauren called. "Can I come in?" Roxanne called through the door. "Of course," Lauren called back. Roxanne came in and leaned against the counter. Her eyes looked up and down Lauren's body bringing a blush to her despite the intimacy they had shared. She was still wearing her corset but she had removed her stockings. The garters hung down at odd angles, no longer held tight by the stockings. "Are you all right?" Lauren asked. "I am fine, I just need you to help me out of this thing, I need a shower too," she replied with a smile. She turned around and backed up so that Lauren could reach the laces of the corset. Lauren untied them and pulled them out until Roxanne could wiggle out of it. "Thank you," she said breathing deeply. "Gonna take a shower?" Lauren asked. "Yeppers," she replied, with on of the expressions she had typed so often. "Why not join me?" Lauren said. Roxanne looked at her and then at the tub dubiously. "Is there enough room for two?" she asked. "If they don't mind getting close," Lauren laughed. Roxanne smiled and Lauren helped her into the tub. They were standing face to face with the water beating on Lauren's back now. Roxanne seemed very tentative, and Lauren decided she had never done this before. She stepped back until she felt the cool tiles on her back and ass, and pulled Roxanne to her at the same time. This brought the smaller woman into the water. Lauren watched as it ran down her body in rivulets and dripped from her tits. Roxanne giggled and then sighed as the warm water beat down on her. "Nice isn't it?" Lauren asked as she let her hands slip down Roxanne's sides to her hips. "Mmm, yes very nice," Roxanne replied. Her eyes were closed and she brushed her hair back with both hands. Lauren noticed that when it was wet her hair looked even darker. She found herself wondering what she would look like as a brunette. Lauren took the cake of lilac scented soap and unwrapped it. She tossed the wax paper to the floor and lathered up her hands with the pale, purple, soap. It was very strong, and before she had even worked up a good lather, the smell of lilacs mixed with the steam. Roxanne stood there looking rather nervous. Lauren realized that she was very self-conscious about her nakedness. Lauren smiled at the seeming incongruity there. This was the same girl who had only a few minutes ago brought her to orgasm with her tongue. Only, when you knew her, really knew her, could you see that it was perfectly in keeping with her complex personality. She smiled reassuringly and put the bar of soap back on the soap dish. "Relax baby," she cooed and gently pushed Roxanne back out of the spray of warm water. She placed her hands on Roxanne's shoulders and began to rub the lather in spreading it over her still damp skin. Lauren's hands were slick with the soapy lather and glided over Roxanne's silken skin easily, leaving a pale lavender foam wherever they touched. The little redhead closed her eyes and relaxed under Lauren's touch. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 3 Lauren thoroughly soaped up her shoulders and then let her hands slide down the slope of her breasts. She reached back and felt around with her left hand for the soap as her right hand made circles around her lover's left breast. She found the bar and brought it to Roxanne's chest. Soon she had both of her breasts well lathered too. She kept circling her hands around her tits, enjoying their weight and the way her slick hands gilded over them. Roxanne's nipples were hard and pointy and each time Lauren's hands slid over them she would sigh and make small sounds in her throat. Lauren squeezed the slippery, soft flesh in her hands and leaned forward to kiss her. Roxanne's lips were soft and inviting, they parted immediately at the touch of Lauren's. She pressed her tongue into Roxanne's mouth and felt the redhead began to suck gently on it. Lauren released her breasts and pressed forward until Roxanne's shoulder blades were pined against the tiles. Lauren's upper body was pressed tightly to Roxanne's and their mouths were locked together. Lauren released Roxanne's tits and let her hands go to her lover's shapely butt, which she began to lather up. Her own damp breasts were pressed against Roxanne's and they slipped against them as she moved her hands on Roxanne's ass. Her own nipples were hard and sensitive and the gentle friction sent jagged shocks thorough her tits as they slipped against Roxanne's. Roxanne moaned into her mouth, which Lauren found wildly exciting. The smaller woman's hands went around Lauren's shoulders. In doing so their nipples dragged against one another causing them both to gasp, breaking their kiss. Roxanne licked Lauren's upper lip sensuously and Lauren shivered. The smaller woman smiled impishly and they resumed their deep kiss. This time their tongues battled one another, each trying to push into the other's warm mouth. Lauren's hands were still busy, and soon her little lover's ass and back were also slick and soapy. Lauren broke the kiss long enough to hand the soap cake to Roxanne. "Your turn," she said smiling. Roxanne took her time lathering her hands up, but Lauren didn't give her the chance to draw it out too long. She pressed back against Roxanne and kissed her again. Their tongues resumed the sweet battle and she felt her smaller lover's hands on her back. Roxanne slid her hands down to Lauren's ass, which she began to massage, working up more of the lavender scented lather. The scent of the soap mixed with the steam to fill the room, but Lauren could also smell something else, a delicate undertone that was the scent of their arousal. Lauren returned her hands to Roxanne's ass and began to massage the soap in. The firm globes of her friend's butt were incredibly soft to the touch. Lauren remembered the way they had looked with her handprint on them. This made her even more excited and she dug her fingers into the yielding flesh. She let her hands drop to the point where Roxanne's legs met her body and cupped her cheeks. Roxanne moaned again. By this time she had lost the battle, and was busily soaping up Lauren's behind and sucking on her probing tongue. Lauren stiffened her index finger and ran it along the crack of Roxanne's ass. The soap soon made a slick channel and her finger glided easily up and down. Whenever it crossed the small rosebud of her rear entrance Lauren could feel the shivers run through the redhead's small frame. She pushed her finger downwards until she could feel Roxanne's pussy and then brought her finger up and stopped right over rear entrance. She slowly ran her finger back and forth over the slippery track, probing at each entrance as she touched it. Roxanne's hips began to jog involuntarily whenever her lover's fingers toyed with her. Lauren pushed her finger into Roxanne's slick pussy and felt the velvety tightness enfold her finger. She worked her finger in and out until it was coated with Roxanne's natural lubrication. She then drew it back up until she was pressing against her anus. They were still kissing and Roxanne's eyes were closed. Lauren opened hers and watched her friends face as she pressed down with increasing force on her rosebud. She gently massaged Roxanne's asshole working her juices into the opening and around it. She slipped her hand back down and forced it back into the redhead's pussy getting more of the slippery fluid on her fingers. She returned to the smaller woman's rear and massaged more of the lubricant into her hole. Roxanne seemed blissfully unaware of where this was leading, and continued to passionately kiss Lauren. Lauren knew from long and sometimes embarrassing conversations, that Roxanne liked anal sex as much as she did. She again stiffened her finger and pressed it against Roxanne's rosebud. She moved her hand slightly and the angle changed. The slickness of both her finger and Roxanne's ass came into play and her lover's sphincter yielded to the pressure. Lauren's finger slipped in up the first knuckle before Roxanne's body tensed and gripped her fast. Roxanne's eyes shot open and she tried to speak but Lauren only kissed her harder. Her eyes held surprised panic but she was unable to do anything to stop the gentle intrusion. Her hands gripped Lauren's butt tightly and then relaxed as Lauren's finger pressed further into the tight, hot recess. Lauren held her finger there just enjoying the sensation of Roxanne's inner muscles gripping the intruding finger. She pulled it back, reveling in the way her friend's ass gripped her finger, like it didn't want it to leave. She pressed in again, this time keeping up the pressure until her entire finger was lodged in her little friend. Roxanne's body relaxed and her eyes closed again as she returned to soaping Lauren's back. Lauren waited and then slowly withdrew her finger until just the tip was inside and then slowly pushed it back in. Roxanne emitted a surprised little exclamation but did not resist. Lauren continued to ravage Roxanne's mouth with her tongue and slowly built up a rhythm while fingering her tight ass. Roxanne pulled Lauren tightly to her and kissed back with increased passion. She let her hands come around Lauren's hips and began to soap up her crotch. Her touch was soft and tender and soon Lauren's pubes were matted with lather and her pussy was slippery with more than soap. Roxanne's finger slipped between her lips and began to stroke back and forth over her inner folds. Lauren jumped when her lover's fingers first brushed her clit. After a while she slipped her finger into Lauren's hot slick channel and soon matched her rhythm. For a long while they stayed there, pressed tightly to one another and lost in their own sensations. Lauren's recent orgasm had left her sensitive and she began to respond to Roxanne's delicious fingering. Her hips began to rock back and forth, meeting Roxanne's thrusts. This brought the heel of her lover's hand into contact with her over heated clit on each thrust and she could feel her orgasm building quickly. This one was different from the powerful one she had had earlier. It was less intense, if just as pleasurable, but very different almost calm in comparison. She shook and humped against Roxanne's hand riding the waves with ease this time. Roxanne held her tightly with her free hand and Lauren rested against her friend's chest until the spasms had subsided. When she could stand again Roxanne withdrew her finger. She smiled seductively and brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean. She made a distressed face and jerked her hand away from her mouth like it was hot. She licked her lips once and then spit. Lauren looked at her quizzically. "Soap tastes nasty," she commented and then broke into a fit of giggling. Lauren tried to keep a straight face but it was impossible. "That's what ya get for being bad," she finally managed. Lauren reluctantly withdrew her finger from Roxanne's ass and pulled the smaller woman back until they were both under the water. The warm jet washed the soap from their upper bodies. Lauren pulled Roxanne tightly to her, feeling her tits pressing into the smaller woman's full soft boobs. Roxanne's arms snaked around her neck and she held her with a strength that was surprising. They kissed again passionately. They stayed like that for a long while, bodies pressed tightly together with the warm water running down their chests and pooling between them. Lauren returned her finger to Roxanne's backdoor and pressed against her. It slipped in easily this time, almost like her lover's ass was happy to have it back. She quickly reestablished the rhythm she had had earlier and it wasn't long before the little woman began to respond to Lauren's renewed assault. She pressed back against Lauren's hand and moaned softly around Lauren's tongue. Lauren maneuvered her around until Roxanne was pressed into the corner with her legs spread slightly. She pressed her thigh firmly against Roxanne's wet, soapy crotch. Lauren started to finger her faster and with more force. This had the effect of driving Roxanne's pussy hard against Lauren's thigh each time she drove her finger in. Lauren established a rhythm she was happy with and grabbed a tit with her free hand. She squeezed it and felt the warm skin and its texture, like raw silk under her fingers. Roxanne was moaning continuously now and Lauren found the sound incredibly erotic. She broke their long kiss and began to nuzzle Roxanne's neck. Roxanne groaned and began to hump against Lauren's thigh of her own accord. Her pussy was wet and slick but it wasn't soap and water now. Lauren drove her finger in faster and faster and began to pinch Roxanne's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. This brought a long series of moans and sighs. Her lover was getting close now and Lauren was learning to recognize the signals. Lauren drove her finger in deep and wiggled it around, while banging her thigh against Roxanne's pussy. The redheaded woman screamed as she came, and it was music to Lauren's ears. The ability to make her lover loose control like that was intoxicating. She kept it up until Roxanne stopped shaking and quivering and then withdrew her finger. The water was beginning to get cold so she grabbed the washcloth and rubbed Roxanne down with it. She smiled to her self when her smaller lover jumped involuntarily as the cloth touched her nipples and pussy. Roxanne took the cloth from her and washed the reaming soap from Lauren's body. Lauren shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. She took one of the big fluffy towels and held it out for Roxanne. The redhead stepped out and Lauren wrapped it around her and began to towel her off. By the time she finished Roxanne's pale skin was rosy pink. Lauren wrapped the towel around herself, and took Roxanne's hand and half led, half dragged her out into the main room. Roxanne was giggling and grabbed a towel, which she tried to wrap around herself. She was trying to hold up the towel she had wrapped around herself, when they reached the bed. Lauren snatched the towel off and pushed her none to gently onto her back. "What?" she started. Lauren dropped to her knees and pulled Roxanne towards her until her ass was on the edge of the bed. She put her smaller lover's thighs on her shoulders and smiled at her. "Oh no, I can't take any more!' Roxanne protested. Instead of answering Lauren kissed her thigh. The skin was warm and soft and her lips barely brushed it. Roxanne stopped speaking and struggling and moaned softly. An aftershock from her recent orgasm ran through her small frame, and Lauren smiled. She kissed the place where her legs joined her body, and trailed her tongue along the sensitive crease. Roxanne shuddered and her legs drew up involuntarily. Only her lack of leverage kept her from pulling away from Lauren's probing tongue. Lauren gripped her tighter and continued to lick her soft skin, working her way closer and closer to her hot little pussy. Roxanne moaned softly, while she tightly held onto the comforter. Lauren reached her damp, pubic hair and kissed her firmly at the top of her slit. This brought a gasp of pleasure from Roxanne's lips. The scent was part lilacs, and part arousal, and thoroughly sweet to Lauren's nose. She used her fingertips to part the puffy lips of her lover's pussy. The inner folds were still sticky with the juices from her orgasm and glistened in the light. Lauren used the tip of her tongue to trace along her lover's lips, and then plunged in to lap up the sweetness she found there. Roxanne wiggled and squirmed as her lover's tongue caressed her most sensitive areas. Lauren took her time, tonguing and licking her with slow, soft strokes. She purposefully avoided Roxanne's clit except for occasional touches. Slowly, she built up the tension in her lover's body. She was beginning to pick up on the things that made Roxanne feel best by this time. It did not take long before her lover's hips began to jog and her breath came in sharp gasps. Lauren was not going to tease her much this time because she had plans for the evening. She wanted Roxanne to be relaxed and happy, but not exhausted. She flattened her tongue and swiped it repeatedly over her friends love button. Roxanne tossed her head from sided to side and screeched loudly. Lauren sucked her hard little clit into her mouth and gently bit, using her lips to cushion her teeth. Roxanne screamed like a banshee and came. To Lauren it felt like her friend was having a seizure, her whole body seemed to be shaking. Her thighs clenched tightly to the sides of Lauren's head and then slowly relaxed. Lauren got up and wiped the wetness from her face. She lay down next to her smaller friend, and held her as the aftershocks rocked her. Roxanne curled up in her arms and was soon fast asleep. Lauren decided to let her rest and quietly got out of the bed. She went to settee with the phone book and sat down. It took her several minutes to find what she was looking for. * * * * * * It was nearly four in the afternoon when Lauren sat on the bed next to Roxanne. She was sleeping deeply, her chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm. She had rolled up under the comforter at some point during the day. Lauren bent over and kissed her shoulder several times working towards her neck. She murmured something in her sleep and then woke with a start. "Shhhh," Lauren said quietly and kissed her cheek. She relaxed and smiled at Lauren and then yawned. Lauren had to smile; she was so damn cute sometimes. "What time is it?" she asked sleepily. "Nearly four, time for you to get up sleepy head," Lauren replied. "Do I have to?" she asked in a voice that was very childlike. "Don't make me tickle you," Lauren said chuckling softly. "I'm up!" she responded sitting quickly. Lauren reached to the bedside table and handed her a hot cup of coffee. She took it and sipped on it for a while before she spoke again. "Why do I have to get up?" she asked at last. Lauren looked at her and considered just how to respond to that. Her plans were all made but she had not been able to decide how to approach this part of it. She had hoped a glib answer would come but she found herself sitting quietly while Roxanne looked at her expectantly. "I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date with me," Lauren said, haltingly. "A date?" Roxanne asked, looking at her strangely. "Yes, a date," Lauren replied. "What do you mean by a date?" she asked after a moment's hesitation. "Just that. I am asking you if you would go on a date with me," Lauren said, feeling foolish. Maybe this had not been such a good idea after all she thought. "I don't understand," Roxanne said. "What's not to understand?" Lauren asked. "What do you mean by a date? We have been going out together since we got here," she said. "I know, but that has been as friends. I am asking you out as my date," Lauren patiently explained. "Oh," she said softly. Lauren watched as she realized what was being asked of her. Lauren was very interested in how she would react and watched her face closely. She could see that Roxanne was considering what the question implied, as a blush rose to her cheeks. "Well?" Lauren asked when the silence became unbearable. "I would be happy to," Roxanne said in a whisper. "Thank you," Lauren said as she kissed her cheek. She sat back and looked intently at her smaller friend. Roxanne seemed to be lost in thought. "You had better go and get ready," Lauren said smiling. "Where are we going?" Roxanne asked as she shrugged off the comforter. "It's a surprise," Lauren replied rising. "But I need to know what to wear," Roxanne said as Lauren helped her up from the bed. "Dress casual dressy," Lauren said happily. "Casual dressy, some help you are!" Roxanne groused as she disappeared into her own room. Lauren smiled to herself and went to her bathroom to get ready. She put her hair back in a ponytail since that was the easiest way to deal with it. She quickly put on her makeup and brushed her teeth. She looked in the mirror critically for a moment, and then a wry smile creased her face. She would never understand what Roxanne saw in her, and she knew that the smaller woman thought the exact same thing when she looked into the mirror. Lauren shrugged out of the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing and kicked off the comfortable sandals she favored. She tossed her sweatpants on top of the shirt and went to her dresser. As she donned her plain bra and panties she could not help but wonder what Roxanne would choose to wear. She laughed out loud when she realized what she was thinking about. Lauren had never considered underwear as anything more than a necessity. She had found it amusing that Roxanne was slowly changing her mind about that. Not that she was interested in wearing any of her lover's frillys, but she had to admit her little lover's lingerie did make her more desirable. Lauren pushed those thoughts from her mind and struggled into a pair of comfortable black jeans. A black silk blouse and black, dressy boots completed her outfit. She hung her new pendant outside of the blouse where its garnet eyes winked at her. Satisfied with her appearance she sat down and turned on the television. An hour passed and she was beginning to fidget. She wondered if perhaps Roxanne was having second thoughts. Lauren got up and went to the door but it was locked. She knocked on it and heard a muffled voice on the other side. "What?" "Are you about ready?" Lauren called. "Getting there," Roxanne replied. "Well hurry up!" Lauren called back. "Patience!" Roxanne called back. Lauren snorted and went to the kitchenette. She poured herself a generous drink and went back to the settee. She was on her second drink when her impatience got the better of her and she knocked on the door again. "Yes?" the muffled voice called. "Are you coming or not?" Lauren demanded. "Be there in a minute," the voice replied. Lauren threw her hands up in frustration and returned to the settee. She was about to get up and beat on the door when it opened and Roxanne came in. Lauren's mouth dropped open and she just stared without making a sound. Roxanne wore her hair long tonight and it fell around her bare shoulders in a gentle cascade. Her dress was absolutely beautiful; it was black silk embroidered with oriental dragons in a slightly less dark shade of black. The bodice was tight with a scoop neck that revealed a good bit of her cleavage. The skirt was straight and fell only to mid- thigh. Her legs were encased in delicate black stockings with seams up the back and a rose embroidered in black lace just above her left ankle. She had on black stilettos, with four and a half inch spike heels, these buckled around her ankle with small silver buckles and a thin strap. Her nails were bright red and so were her lips. Her makeup was impeccable and she had obviously spent a great deal of time to get it just right. A belt of silver discs around her waist completed the outfit. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 3 She had a small silver anklet on, and a matching bracelet. Around her neck was a very delicate silver chain of tiny links. Suspended from the chain was a silver crucifix, which hung low enough to almost be lost in the cleft between her breasts. A small black velvet handbag hung from her shoulder by a black strap. She was absolutely stunning. Lauren stood up and approached her, still unable to utter a word. She had no idea that her friend could look like this. Roxanne watched her with a curious expression. Lauren stopped in front of her and just stared her mouth working but no sound coming. "Well?" Roxanne asked. "Beautiful," Lauren whispered. "Worth the wait?" she asked with a small smile. "Definitely,' Lauren replied. Roxanne beamed and Lauren hugged her gently, taking care not to wrinkle her dress or muss her makeup or hair. Roxanne hugged back and kissed her cheek. "Ready?" Lauren asked finding her voice at last. Roxanne nodded and followed her out of the room. They walked down the hall and took the elevator to the first floor. When they reached the entrance Lauren pulled open the heavy glass door and held it for her. Roxanne blushed a little as she walked out into the night. Lauren followed her, admiring the way her heels forced her butt out and added a saucy wiggle to her walk. She hailed a cab and held the door open for Roxanne, and then slid into the seat next to her as she scooted over. Roxanne sat primly with her legs crossed. Her hem had ridden up a little and Lauren thought for a moment she could see her stocking tops. Lauren smiled when Roxanne's hand automatically tugged her hem down. "Where to ladies?" the driver asked. "Turconti's Restaurant," Lauren replied. The driver nodded and flipped the meter. He accelerated smoothly out of the hotel's driveway and up the darkened street. Lauren sat back and relaxed enjoying the music and the ride. The driver had some kind of exotic Caribbean music going, it was very sensual. Turconti's Surf and Turf was one of the new restaurants on the old waterfront. It was built with a weathered wood façade and a nautical motif. The walkway was lined with ships ropes, and a great anchor was mounted on a concrete pedestal out front. The cab pulled up to the sidewalk and Lauren got out before the driver could. She held the door and helped Roxanne out and then paid the driver. There was a large line at the door and people sat on benches and leaned on the railing outside watching the traffic on the Mississippi River. "Maybe we should go somewhere else Lauren," Roxanne said. "Nonsense," Lauren replied and led her friend up to the end of the line. "I hate waiting in line," Roxanne whispered to her. "I know," Lauren replied with a smile. They stood in line as it moved forward. Couples and families moved past them back to the front porch carrying brightly colored beepers that would let them know when their table was ready. Soon they were standing second in line. "It will be a forty-five minute to an hour wait," the young girl at the hostess station said. The man shook his head and guided his girlfriend out without taking a pager. Lauren could hear him cursing under his breath while his girlfriend whined about wanting to eat here. The girl gave them an apologetic smile. "Table for two?" she asked in a tired voice. "We have reservations," Lauren said winking at Roxanne when her face showed relief. The girl found their reservations and a waiter seated them. They had a small booth with deep blue upholstery and a checkered blue and white tablecloth. The booth was cozy with high, gray, wood walls separating it from the booth behind Lauren. A candle on the table supplemented the indirect glow of track lighting. The menus were sitting on the table, and the waiter dropped off two glasses of water before he moved over to another table to take their order. Lauren took her menu and scanned it quickly. She had asked about the food when she made reservations, and quickly found the dinner recommended by the person she had spoken to. The Fisherman's Platter was three filets of fish of your choice, 6 shrimp boiled or fried, 6 oysters fried or on the half shell, scallops, stuffed crab or crabs legs and a salad or soup. Lauren knew she would not be able to eat all of that food, but it would give her the widest variety, and she could always take home the uneaten portions. The waiter returned. He was a handsome, young man, with unruly black hair, and sexy brown eyes. He was lanky and tall and looked rather ridiculous in the flatboatman outfit that all the waiters wore. "Are y'all ready to order?" he asked in a thick southern drawl. "Give us a few more minutes," Lauren said after glancing at Roxanne and seeing the blank expression on her face. "Sure, can I get you something from the bar?" he replied "I'll take a crown and seven, and she wants a Long Island Ice Tea," Lauren replied. "Sure thing, I will be right back," he said hurrying off. Lauren kept the menu in front of her but watched Roxanne over the top of it. She seemed to be fine and looked intently at her menu. "What ya having?" Lauren asked. "I think I will have the steak and crab legs," she said. "What do you want to drink?" Lauren asked. "Sweet tea," she said. "Ewwww," Lauren said wrinkling her nose. The waiter returned with the drinks and sat them down on the table. He took a pad out of the apron around his waist and a pencil from behind his ear. "Ready to order?" he asked. "I think we are," Lauren said glancing at Roxanne. "All righty, what'll it be?" he replied. "I'll have the Fisherman's Platter," Lauren said. "Fish?" he asked jotting something down. "Catfish, blackened," she replied. "Oysters fried or half-shell?" he asked "Fried," she replied after a moment's hesitation. She wasn't real keen on oysters one way or the other. "Shrimp?" "Fried," Lauren replied deciding to not worry about calories tonight. "Stuffed crab or Legs?" "Legs, with butter please," she said as her mouth began to water, she was really hungry now she realized. "Soup or Salad?" "Salad, blue cheese dressing," "And to drink?" "Unsweetened tea," She replied. "And for you?" he asked turning his attention to Roxanne. She started to speak but Lauren cut her off. "She is having the London broil and crabs legs," Lauren said watching her intently. Roxanne looked startled and blushed, but made no effort to assert herself. The waiter turned his attention back to Lauren. "Rare, Medium or Well?" he asked. "Well," she said automatically. "Soup or salad?" "What's the soup?" Lauren asked. "French onion," he replied. "She'll have the soup and sweet tea to drink," Lauren said. "Great, I'll have your teas out in a just a moment, would you like me to just leave a pitcher?" he replied. "Please," Lauren said smiling. After he left Lauren turned her gaze Roxanne. The smaller woman returned her stare for a short time then looked away blushing. "What's the matter?" Lauren asked. "Nothing!" Roxanne replied quickly. Lauren arched an eyebrow and said nothing. She took a sip of her drink and watched her smaller friend. Lauren could tell the drawn out silence was making her nervous. She had begun to fidget, and her eyes darted around ceaselessly. "I just didn't expect you to order for me," she blurted out finally. "Did it bother you?" Lauren asked. "No, it was just unexpected and a little embarrassing," she said thoughtfully. "I asked you out on this date, it is customary for the one who asks to order and pay isn't it?" Lauren said. "Well, yes I guess it is," she responded. "And you really like it when your date takes charge don't you?" Lauren pressed. "Well, yes," she replied blushing again. "But you don't want me to?" Lauren said quietly. "I didn't say that!" she replied quickly. "Then what's the problem?" Lauren asked with a smile. "It's just that everyone will know, I mean people will think.." she stammered. "Are you embarrassed to be with me?" Lauren asked. She was enjoying the pretty blush on her friend's cheeks and the confusion written on her face. More than that, she was determined to find out how Roxanne felt this very night. Her own mind was fairly close to being made up, but she had to know what Roxanne wanted before she would open herself up. "No!" she said plaintively. "Then what's the problem?" Lauren said smiling. "It's just.. never mind," she said quietly. Lauren let it drop for the moment. She would have her answer before the night was out, but if she pushed to hard, she might drive Roxanne away, and she didn't want that. They finished their drinks and the food came. The meal was excellent and the quiet buzz of many conversations filled the restaurant. Roxanne was very quiet, chewing her food slowly with a pensive expression. Lauren had expected this. She was beginning to learn how her new lover ticked. She still found her friend's quick and deep withdrawals into herself to be disconcerting. Her own nature was more open and explosive, and it took a great deal of mental acuity to glimpse things from Roxanne's view. The waiter came with the check, and Lauren took it automatically. She passed on taking the extra food home, when she realized she didn't want to be carrying it around all night and that she didn't want to go back to the hotel either. "Can I get you anything else?" he asked taking their plates. "Two coffees please," Lauren said. "Coming right up," he said with a smile. He returned with two large china cups of coffee on small saucers. Lauren took her time fixing hers and watched Roxanne. The smaller woman doctored hers almost mechanically, and took a sip without seeming to taste it. "Are you all right?" she asked softly. "Hmm? Yes, I am fine," she replied. Her voice was lowered, barely above a whisper. "So what would you like to do now?" Lauren asked. "Whatever you want to," the redhead replied "I was thinking we might take a walk in the park, and maybe go to a club if you're up for it," Lauren said. "That sounds nice," Roxanne replied. "Are you sure you're all right?" Lauren asked. She was becoming concerned at the strange look on her friends face, and the faraway tone to her voice. Lauren's hand was on the table tapping nervously. She had not even noticed it was there until Roxanne placed her own gently upon it. "I am fine," she said. She stared at Lauren then with such gentle love in her eyes, that it was almost painful for Lauren to look back at her. Lauren nodded but couldn't speak. That gentle touch had totally unnerved her. All of the certainty she had built up vanished like a cloud under the bright sun. That simple touch and the accompanying look related to her a love so deep, and tender, and gentle, that she couldn't comprehend it. She knew now that she would wait for her answer for as long as it took, she would never be able to push that question as she had planned. Roxanne sipped her coffee and it took Lauren a moment to realize that Roxanne had not removed her hand. They finished their coffee in a silence that was deep and meaningful. The night seemed pregnant with something that Lauren was not at all sure of. The small booth seemed to be insulated from the world around it, a haven for just the two of them. There was a build up of something that became more and more unbearable as the minutes passed. "Are you ready?" she asked at last. "Yes," Roxanne replied. Her face was red with a blush that had no explanation. They rose and walked to the counter where Lauren paid for the meal. Roxanne had walked ahead of her so she was not in the way of the people in line behind Lauren. When they started for the door she was in front of Lauren. She stopped at the door and waited, it took Lauren a second to realize she was waiting for her to hold the door. Lauren quickly opened it and held it for her, and she smiled at her as she went out. *** *** **** **** Willie's was a small jazz club off the main strip in the quarter. Lauren had made several calls to other clubs before she found it. Tonight's act was a jazz trio she had seen back home some months before. Their sound was classic jazz, with a bluesy undertone that she found very sensual. She hoped Roxanne would like them too. She found the place, and the two of them entered through the scarred wooden door. The inside was smoky from countless cigarettes and cigars. This haze, and the low lights, made it difficult to see very much upon entering. As her eyes adjusted Lauren made out a small club with a few booths along the walls. The majority of the patrons were black, and seated at the wooden tables arrayed in front of the small stage. Each table was covered in a red or white cloth that stretched to the floor. Canned music was being piped through the speaker system. Lauren was glad of it since she took it to mean they had not missed the opening act. An overweight black man, with graying temples, and black sunglasses, sat behind a section of counter that had been converted into a security station. He was leaned back in a corner on a bar stool, with a half empty bottle of whiskey. "Evening ladies, y'all here for the show?" he asked in a deep bass voice that seemed to rumble up from his chest. "Yes we are," Lauren replied pleasantly. He sat forward on his stool and put his elbows on the counter. With one hand he lifted his shades and stared at Roxanne. "You sure your old enough to be in here missy?" he asked. Roxanne blushed, but before she could reply he smiled warmly and laughed. Lauren smiled too. "It's a ten dollar cover tonight," he said. Lauren placed a twenty on the counter and he took it. He put it into an open cigar box on the counter, and retrieved two blue tickets like one would win at the fair. "Free drink tickets, enjoy the show," he said smiling and sat back to take another swig of whiskey. They made their way through the crowded tables, towards a secluded booth with a good view of the stage. Lauren noticed that they were getting a lot of looks. Most of them were appraising looks from the men. The majority were directed at Roxanne, and Lauren felt a confusing mixture of pride and jealousy. The booth held a small, round table, with the upholstered bench in a semi-circle around it. The upholstery was faux leather, and had once been red, now it was a dingy maroon color, with many stains and cigarette burns. The table was a very darkly stained wood, with a multitude of cuts and scratches. Roxanne sat and scooted towards the back part of the circle so she could see the stage. Lauren sat on the other side of the booth and scooted back as well. They were now seated next to each another in the deepest part of the arc that the bench formed. The table was between them and the stage. A tired looking waitress in a faded dancehall girl outfit wound through the tables taking orders. She reached them on her way back towards the bar. "Drinks?" she inquired in a pleasant but tired voice. "Crown and seven for me and a glass of wine for her," Lauren said. "White or red?" the waitress asked. "Do you have a merlot?" Lauren asked. "Yes," she said scanning a laminated card taped to the back of her order pad. "What kind?" Lauren asked. "Stellenbosh?" she said pronouncing it slowly. "That's fine," Lauren said. She took both of the tickets from Lauren's hand and disappeared from their view in the direction of the bar. Lauren turned to find Roxanne staring at her with an amused expression. "What?" Lauren said. "Wine?" She replied with a small grin. "You wanted something else?" Lauren asked. She captured Roxanne's eyes with her own and her gaze bored into them. The redhead blushed, but did not attempt to break the hold Lauren's eyes had on her. The blush became deeper, and Lauren felt the world close in until it seemed to consist of just the two of them. The waitress returned with their drinks and the moment passed. Roxanne took a gulp of her wine and looked around. Lauren sipped her drink and also glanced at the rest of the club she could see. There were a few tables between their booth and the stage. Lauren noticed a small section of the floor to their right was sectioned off as a dance floor. The music coming through the speakers ended abruptly and the lights dimmed. For a second it was absolutely dark, and then the stage lights came up. These illuminated the stage well, but left their booth cloaked in deep shadow. There were some scraping sounds as people seated in chairs adjusted them so that they could see the stage. Four men filed out of a curtained side entrance and approached the stage accompanied by mild applause. Lauren's attention was diverted from the stage when she felt Roxanne shift her body. She turned to look at her smaller friend to see she had tucked her leg under her body, and was leaning back into the cushion. She was holding her wine glass in both hands, and Lauren noticed with a small smile that it was almost empty. Lauren caught the waitress's attention and held up a finger and then pointed to Roxanne. The waitress nodded and continued to take orders from around the floor. The band started their first number and Lauren sat back and closed her eyes. The first number had a very strong bass line that thrummed through the small club. Behind Lauren's eyes the red and green clouds coalesced and tumbled to the beat of the music. Her mind slipped back to the day before. She remembered lying on top of Roxanne, with the strap-on deep inside her little friend. They had both orgasmed, and the little redhead had said I love you, or mouthed it rather, no sounds had come. Did she mean that? Was she prepared to accept all that went with it? The waitress arrived and placed the second glass of wine on the table. Lauren gave her money and a good tip. Roxanne put her first glass down and picked up the second. She took another gulp of it and sat back again. Her eyes closed, and she soon began to sway with the music. The next song was a slower one, filled with soulful wailing and powerful percussion. Lauren leaned back again. Her shoulder touched Roxanne's and she closed her eyes, just enjoying the music and the pleasant buzz she had on. She was feeling a little horny, and a lot frustrated. She longed for some sign from Roxanne besides the shy smiles and anxious glances. She was in such turmoil inside over what she should do. She wanted something definitive from her little friend, something that would allow her to make up her own mind. The song ended and Lauren opened her eyes. Roxanne was still sitting with her eyes closed and her glass in her hand. Most of her wine was gone and Lauren had to smile to herself. She looked hot now and Lauren put her arm around her lover and pulled her close before she really thought about what she was doing. If she had given little thought to the action Roxanne seemed to give it even less. She snuggled close to Lauren and finished her wine, placing the near-empty glass on the table. The booth was still dark but their eyes had adjusted to the dim light, as had others in the bar. Lauren looked down at Roxanne to see that she was looking up at her with those big green eyes. They held a restrained excitement that she found very appealing. The music was slow and soulful now, almost prompting her to make a move. Lauren leaned down and Roxanne's eyes closed as her lips parted slightly. Lauren parted her own lips and pressed them to Roxanne's. Roxanne's lips were warm and yielding and Lauren slipped her tongue between them for the briefest moment and then pulled back. Roxanne's eyes were still closed and as Lauren watched her tongue lick her lips. Lauren could taste her lover's lipstick on her own lips. She looked back to the stage feeling someone's eyes on her. She quickly located the source of her feelings. A man and woman were sitting at a table near the stage, but neither was watching the performers. Both of them were staring directly at her and Roxanne. Lauren felt a little self-conscious, but returned their frank stares. It only took her a few minutes to realize that they were both involved in more than watching. The girl's arm was rhythmically working on something under the table, and Lauren had no doubt on what. For his part, the man's hand was also out of sight, and the expression on the woman's face left little doubt where his hand rested. The man smiled and raised his glass to her. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 3 Lauren looked down on her own lover's face and nodded her head to indicate the couple. A frown crossed her face and she stared at the taller woman curiously. Lauren smiled and shook her head slightly, and then took Roxanne's chin in her hand and kissed her again. She felt her lover's soft lips part, and was surprised when it was Roxanne's small, pink tongue that darted into her mouth. Lauren accepted the kiss for a few moments and then broke it. She pulled her head back and turned Roxanne's head to show her the couple watching them. She looked blankly out at the crowd for a few moments and then a deep blush rose to her face. She turned to Lauren and hid her face in her hands. Lauren slipped her hands inside of Roxanne's and raised her face. She stared into her eyes and smiled. Roxanne was very embarrassed, but she smiled back at Lauren. The music was still going, now a deep bluesy song with the lead singer almost mumbling the words. Lauren lowered her head once again to Roxanne's. Their lips met and Lauren kissed her deeply allowing her tongue to probe into Roxanne's mouth. She could still taste the sweetness of the wine and searched through her lover's mouth for little pockets of it. Roxanne accepted the kiss in the soft, accepting way Lauren had come to expect from her. Lauren had begun to really enjoy that aspect of her new relationship. The soft, yielding nature of her smaller lover was in such contrast to the men she had dated before. The caring and concern, as well as the vulnerability that were so integral to Roxanne's make up, brought out Lauren's protective side. While that same softness and vulnerability excited her tremendously. Lauren slipped her hand down and squeezed Roxanne's knee gently as her tongue continued to probe. The little woman shivered and sighed softly, the sound lost in Lauren's mouth. Their tongues continued to battle and Lauren slowly worked her hand up until she was gently kneading Roxanne's thigh. The smaller woman was holding onto her tightly, but was making no attempt to stop Lauren. This surrender to her desires, when the smaller woman was well aware that they were being watched touched Lauren. This was close to the kind of sign she was hoping for. The song ended and Lauren was vaguely aware of the lead singer saying thank you. Her mind was not working very quickly, and both she and Roxanne were surprised when the house lights came up. Their kiss broke quickly as they turned and managed to appear normal. Lauren was relieved to see that only the couple that had been watching all along was aware of what they had been doing. She didn't really care, but she did not want Roxanne to be too embarrassed. Her eyes strayed to the small dance floor as several couples began to dance to the stereo music. Her eyes returned to her lover. Roxanne was staring at the couple that had been watching them. Lauren followed her gaze and saw that they were now kissing passionately, oblivious to what was going on around them. No one seemed to notice or care. Conversations went on around them, and the waitress even passed near, but they continued to kiss. Lauren slipped her arms around Roxanne and pulled the startled woman to her. Roxanne looked up questioningly, but Lauren simply lowered her head and kissed her. Roxanne's lips parted and accepted her tongue, and soon they were kissing passionately, oblivious to the club around them. When the lights went down for the band's second set, Lauren moved her hand back to Roxanne's thigh. She was startled when she felt Roxanne pull her skirt hem up allowing Lauren's hand to rest on her stockings. She broke the kiss and looked questioningly at the redhead, who smiled prettily and shrugged. Lauren smiled and glanced over at the couple at the table. The woman was staring at her with a penetrating gaze while the man's head lolled back. Her arm was moving quickly and Lauren assumed he was getting close to cumming. Her mind was drawn back to her own lover when she felt Roxanne's hand gently squeeze her left breast. She looked back in surprise and Roxanne leaned up and kissed her. This caught Lauren off guard and was totally unexpected. The redhead pressed her advantage and her small tongue invaded Lauren's mouth. Lauren felt the redhead turn and capture her right breast in her other hand. Her tongue ravished Lauren's mouth while her hands gently fondled and squeezed her breasts. Lauren recovered from her surprise and kissed back hard. Their tongues battled for supremacy for a while as Lauren's hand moved up her lover's thigh to lightly brush her panty-covered crotch. The contact of her fingers on Roxanne's pussy caused the smaller woman to gasp, it was all the pause Lauren needed to take back the initiative. Her tongue forced its way into Roxanne's warm mouth, and her little hands reflexively closed on Lauren's breasts making her body start. Lauren continued to gently stroke Roxanne's pussy while the smaller woman worked over her breasts. She seemed to be fascinated with them, her hands stroking, circling, squeezing, and hefting them. She cupped one then the other and gently pinched the nipples through Lauren's blouse and bra. Lauren began to really wish they were back in the hotel room. She traced her fingers along the silky panties and then moved back to the soft skin of Roxanne's thigh. She knew she could easily have the smaller woman in a terrible state if she continued in that direction, but she was not aiming for that tonight. She wanted to put an end to the turmoil in her mind. Bringing the smaller woman to orgasm in a crowded bar with people watching, was not likely to put her in the frame of mind Lauren wanted. On the other hand having her hot and bothered might have it's own rewards she thought wryly. If Lauren was trying to keep things at a controlled level, it quickly became apparent to her that Roxanne was not. Her warm hands were gently stroking Lauren's breasts and cupping them. She took the nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed, then began to slowly roll them between her fingers. Lauren could feel that she was beginning to lubricate, and knew if she wanted to keep her own mind focused she would have to slow it down. She wrapped Roxanne up in her arms and pulled her close breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear. "Do you like the band, baby?" she whispered huskily. It was only when she heard her own voice that she realized just how worked up the little redhead had her. "Yes, very sexy," Roxanne whispered to her. "Good," Lauren smiled. The hugged one another tightly and both of them glanced towards the couple at the other table as if they were of one mind. The girl was gone or it appeared that way at first. Lauren realized she was under the table a few seconds before Roxanne did. Both giggled like schoolgirls as the guy flashed them a toothy grin. Lauren took a swallow of her drink and then held it to Roxanne's lips. She took a sip and made a face. Lauren laughed and finished her drink. Both women cuddled together in the dark cozy booth, until the band finished it's set and the houselights came up. Lauren glanced at the table across from them; the girl was rising with a spoon in her hand. No one seemed to notice anything amiss, but she glanced at Lauren and Roxanne and winked. As she did so, she opened her mouth into a seductive "O" revealing that her tongue was covered in white. Lauren heard Roxanne gasp and turned to look at the smaller woman. She was beet red and Lauren found herself chuckling. "Ready to go?" she asked. "Yeah, defiantly" Roxanne replied. They both scooted out of the booth and walked to the front door. The doorman had finished his bottle and was smiling broadly. He leaned forward as they approached the door. "Ev'nin ladies, come again," he rumbled as they passed. Outside the club the darkness was total. A few steps away from the dimly lit doorway and they were surrounded by the velvety New Orleans night. Lauren picked her way carefully along the street; she had laid the route out carefully in her mind. The next intersection would lead them towards their hotel by way of the park. At least she hoped it would. Roxanne walked along next to her lost in her own thoughts. Lauren did not disturb her, she was preoccupied herself with finding the right route. The narrow street they were on opened suddenly into a beautiful square. The buildings facing the square were all of the same design with tile roofs and covered balconies. The park was surrounded by a short, decorative, wrought-iron fence, huge oaks decorated with Spanish moss filled the park, and a small walkway wound between them. At the center of the park, a statue of a man on a horse was illuminated by ground floods. It was fashioned in white marble, and seemed to glow in the light. The path was not illuminated, and there were many dark nooks where couples could hide as well as a few benches. An impromptu trio played at the entrance to the park. The leader was a tall, thin black man with a trumpet. He was flanked by a smallish white man with a guitar, and a very young black kid playing bongos. The sound was a mix of jazz and reggae and was not at all unpleasant. The guitar case was open in front of them, and a few coins rested in it. Lauren stopped and waited while Roxanne fished a dollar out of her purse and tossed it into the open guitar case. The trumpet player nodded and tipped his hat without missing a beat. Lauren led the way into the darkened park. She felt Roxanne move a little closer to her as they walked. She stopped at a darkened intersection of footpaths under a large old oak. A slight breeze stirred and the soft sound of music drifted to them on the wind. Lauren wet her lips and tried to relax. She wanted to say something but she could not find the words now that the moment had come. She looked down at Roxanne, and her small friend smile up at her shyly. Lauren felt tears of frustration sting her eyes. She knew when she looked down she could not ask, she could not push, not for anything in the world could she risk pushing Roxanne away from her. Roxanne reached out tentatively and took her hand. She looked down through her tears to see Roxanne staring at her. She smiled tentatively and nodded. Lauren was overwhelmed with emotion. She squeezed Roxanne's hand tightly. "Lauren?" Roxanne asked quietly. "Yes," she whispered. "Are you all right?" the smaller woman asked, concern written all over her features. Lauren could only nod. She tried to speak, but no words would come. "What's the matter?" she asked "Roxy, I am falling for you, really falling for you. I want so much to be with you, but I don't know how you feel and I am afraid I will push you away if I press too hard and now I just don't know what to do and this evening has been so nice but I can't get the questions out of my mind," she said running the words together into one anxious breath. Roxanne looked at her curiously and released her hand. Lauren wasn't sure of what to make of that. She had said it, and now she could only wait. "Am I that much of a mystery to you?" she asked at last. Lauren could find no words for that. "I am aren't I?" she asked in a strange voice, filled with emotion. This time Lauren found her voice. "Sometimes I can tell what you are thinking before you think it. Sometimes I just know what you are going to do. But this time, I don't know, and I really need you to tell me. If you don't feel the same way, that's all right, we will still be best friends," Lauren said slowly. The look on her little friends face went from bemused to determined. She took both of Lauren's hands in her own and looked her in the eyes. "Lauren, I love you. I am not 'falling for you', I have already fallen. I was in love with you before I got on the plane from New York. Do you think I haven't considered the consequences? I have. And I don't care! I just want to be yours. I have tried to tell you so many times this week, but I was so afraid you would hate me," she finished, tears streaming down her cheeks now. Lauren gathered the smaller woman up into her arms and held her tightly rocking back and forth. "Shhh, it's all right. Shh, don't cry baby," she cooed. The smaller woman was wracked by sobs, the emotions had overwhelmed her and the release of putting into words all she had been feeling had left her a wreck. Lauren just held her and rocked her, letting the sobs subside. When she had been quiet for a minute Lauren released her and looked down at her. She wiped the tears from her face and bent down to kiss her nose. No more words were needed. Lauren offered her arm and Roxanne took it, placing her head on Lauren's shoulder. They walked back to the hotel oblivious to the stares. ** ** ** ** The room was dark when they walked in. Lauren flipped on the lights and Roxanne made a beeline for the bathroom. Lauren went to the kitchenette and made drinks. This called for something special and she knew just what she wanted to do. It was wicked and hot, and she knew Roxanne would never forget it. She was going to repay Roxanne for having the courage to speak and setting her mind to rest. Lauren took a drink in each hand and headed out into the living space. Roxanne emerged from the bathroom looking a lot happier, and Lauren handed her a glass of wine. The smaller woman accepted her drink and took a sip. Lauren smiled down at her and gave her a mischievous wink. "When I get back from the bathroom I expect you to have that glass empty," Lauren said, taking Roxanne's chin in her hand. "I don't think that's such a good idea," the redhead began. "I didn't ask you what you thought. I told you to have it empty when I get back, didn't I?" Lauren asked in the sternest voice she could muster. "No, you didn't," Roxanne replied meekly. "Good, now drink up, I will be right back," Lauren said as she walked into the bathroom. Lauren relieved herself and shot her drink. She washed her face with a damp rag and examined herself critically. "Are you ready?" she asked her reflection. She then shook her head and laughed. "Too bad cause here we go," she said. She dropped her smile and tried to make her face expressionless. She knew Roxanne had really enjoyed the night she had taken over. The problem was could she keep an expressionless face until she had to face Roxanne. Once she was face to face she had to fight the impulse to smile or to take Roxanne in her arms. She realized that her sternness was fulfilling to her lover, but it was still strange to her. She opened the door and walked into the room. Roxanne was standing exactly where she had left her, the empty glass in her hand. Lauren walked up to her and when she smiled shyly at her Lauren snatched the glass out of her hand. Lauren stuck her fore finger in and wet it in the small amount in the bottom of the glass. She gave Roxanne her fiercest look, which caused the smaller woman to visibly pale. "Does this look empty to you?" she asked, in a too sweet voice. "N..N..No," Roxanne whispered. Lauren stuck her finger out, the red liquid formed a drop that threatened to fall to the carpet. "Finish it!" Lauren commanded. Roxanne reached out to take her hand, but Lauren slapped it away with her free hand. "I didn't give you permission to touch me, suck it off," she said sternly. Roxanne leaned forward hesitantly and opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and Lauren felt those soft lips close over her finger. Roxanne's tongue swirled around her finger while she sucked softly. She was treating Lauren's finger like a miniature cock, sucking and licking. Lauren shivered as the sensations traveled from her finger to her brain and rippled out, all over her body. Lauren withdrew her finger with an audible 'pop' and dipped it back into the wine glass. When she extended her finger this time, she didn't even have to say a word. Roxanne quickly enveloped her stiff finger and began to suck. Her little lovers soft tongue and warm mouth began to make Lauren tingle. She was so willing and so eager to please. Lauren almost felt guilty about the deep feelings of contentment and excitement that willingness evoked within her. She was flattered to be the center of her smaller lover's attention. "Go get your collar," Lauren said huskily. She was more excited than she had realized. Roxanne looked at her questioningly for a split second, and scampered off to her own room. Lauren walked over to the dresser and rummaged around. She found what she wanted, and turned just as Roxanne reentered the room. The manacles dangled from her finger as she watched the smaller woman. Roxanne froze in her tracks and then came closer. Lauren held out her other hand and Roxanne placed her collar in Lauren's outstretched palm. "Why don't you take off that dress?" Lauren said. It was phrased as a question, but it wasn't. Roxanne quickly removed her dress and stood there in her lingerie shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. She wore red tonight. Her bra was red satin and Lauren liked the way it seemed to sculpt her tits, uplifting them and really defining her cleavage. A red lace garter belt held up her stockings and Lauren wondered how she could have ever not appreciated what lingerie did for a woman. Her panties were also satin and matched the bra, they were high-cut thighs, and Lauren could see her lovers Mount of Venus clearly defined. "Very nice," Lauren commented, as she stuffed the Collar into her pocket. She walked around to stand behind the little redhead appraising her body as she went. The panties barely covered the cheeks of her ass and Lauren lightly swatted her. She jumped at the contact, but didn't emit a sound. "Arms, behind your back," Lauren said. She didn't try to sound stern this time; she realized that she didn't need to. She understood now that Roxanne would do as she asked without any extra effort on her part. The stern voice and expression were just window dressing for her little lover's benefit. She attached the cuffs to her lover's wrists and then shortened the chains until Roxanne's hands were crossed behind her back, only a single link separated the metal D rings giving the redhead only that links amount of play. Lauren stepped back and admired her work. The black cuffs with their sturdy D rings and chain made a delicious contrast to the soft feminine lingerie and pale skin of her lover. Lauren moved back around her lover, taking her time and admiring her as she made a complete circle. She realized that Roxanne was made for sex. Her body was just the right size and shape, and with the cuffs on, her latent sensuality just seemed to burst forth. She reached into her pocket and took out Roxanne's collar. The black leather was warm to her touch; she fingered the cold metal D ring set at the throat. "Kneel," she said and Roxanne sank to her knees. "Head up, please," Lauren commanded. Lauren took the red cascade of hair in her hands, and held it up on Roxanne's head exposing the pale skin of her neck and shoulders. She then gently placed the collar around her neck and pulled the strap through the silver buckle until it was snug. She did the buckle and tucked the excess under the band. "Too tight?" she asked. "No, it's fine," she replied in a restrained voice. "Good, now stand up," Lauren said. Roxanne stood up slowly; balancing without her arms while Lauren went back to the drawer and retrieved the blindfold. She crossed back to her smaller lover and secured the blindfold around her head. She passed her hand in front of Roxanne's face. "Can you see that?" she asked. "No, I can't see anything," she replied. "Good," Lauren said. She left her little friend there to think about what she was going to do. She had read in her book that anticipation, and the subs own imagination, could be more powerful than anything you did. Knowing her little friends incredible imagination Lauren did not doubt it. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 3 She moved around the room making preparations. Her whole plan for tonight was to absolutely drive Roxanne wild. Her lover had made her so happy with her profession of love that Lauren wanted to do something very special for her. She knew the smaller woman wanted her to be dominant. She found the ideas exciting, but to her new lover, the feelings were much stronger and deeper. Tonight Lauren wanted to bring Roxanne more pleasure than she could handle. An outward display of the incredibly profound inner feelings she had for her. Lauren went to Roxanne's room and took the cushions off the settee and tossed them on the bed. She took the cushions off of her own settee and added them, and then took the restraints from her goody drawer and secured them to the bed's four posts. She made sure to make plenty of noise, and occasionally caught Roxanne cocking her head and listening. She piled the cushions up in the middle of the bed and stood back to admire her work. Satisfied with that she went and fixed another drink. She pulled the small chair from her bedside over, and sat down in front of Roxanne. She sipped her drink and remained as quiet as she could just watching Roxanne. The blindfolded woman turned her head from side to side, apparently trying to hear what was going on. Lauren finished her drink went over to the dresser. She placed her glass on the counter and took out the slim vibe she had picked up. She walked back to her bound lover and stood behind her. A shiver ran through her small captive. Lauren pulled her red hair back, and brushed her lips over Roxanne's shoulder. Another shiver ran through the smaller woman's body. She kissed gently up to Roxanne's neck and then to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Here Lauren lingered for a bit, kissing, and eventually softly licking. She breathed softly on the bound woman's earlobe and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. Lauren continued to lick and nibble on Roxanne's ear while letting her hands slide around her small waist. She pulled her tightly against her body. She placed her right hand on the crotch of Roxanne's panties with her index finger stiffened. Her left hand held the vibe and she placed it over her right, she did not want her smaller lover to know about it just yet. She pressed her finger inwards, forcing the slick fabric of her lover's panties between her outer lips. Lauren could feel the heat of her pussy and that her lover's panties had quickly became moist. She was surprised that just being bound and blindfolded had excited her to such an extent. She very slowly flexed her finger, forcing the wet material against her lover's pussy while gently licking her earlobe. Roxanne moaned softly. Lauren brought her hand slowly up Roxanne's body while pushing against her hip with the heel of her other hand. She could feel her lover's soft, silky skin under her hand. Roxanne's body jerked when Lauren's fingers reached her bra and trailed over it, up to her head, where Lauren caught her jaw and turned her head to kiss her. Her lips pressed against Roxanne's and the smaller woman's parted instantly for Lauren's probing tongue. Lauren's tongue probed her lover's mouth, sliding over her teeth and searching the hollows for traces of the sweet wine she had consumed earlier. Roxanne's tongue stroked her tongue, giving it full access to her mouth but also exciting it. Lauren trailed her hand back down and cupped Roxanne's breast. She could feel the weight of it straining against the confining material of her bra. Lauren lifted it and gently squeezed, causing Roxanne to whimper into her mouth. Lauren felt a thrill run through her body. It was a thrill of excitement, like none she had experienced before. It was partly sexual, but on a deeper level it was the thrill of being in total control, a heady sense of power. She realized that she, and she alone, controlled how much pleasure her lover would receive. She could tease her for hours, denying her sweet release, or she could see how many climaxes she could wring from the smaller woman. The fact that Roxanne had given her this power, voluntarily placing herself in Lauren's hands made it all more intoxicating. She had seen the hungry looks the men in the club had given Roxanne, and it was a massive boost to her ego that she was the one who excited the redhead. She pressed back on Roxanne's hip with her hand, forcing the girl's shapely behind tightly against her own pussy. The smaller woman ground herself against Lauren's body as her manacled hands attempted to excite her. She continued to knead her lover's tit as she brought her left hand upwards. She removed her hand from Roxanne's tit long enough to twist the vibe on and then captured the soft flesh in her hand again. With her left hand she traced the very tip of the vibe along Roxanne's thigh. The contact caused her to stiffen momentarily and then relax again. As they continued to kiss Lauren moved her hand from breast to breast stroking, kneading, and rubbing. She could feel the hard pebbles of her lover's nipples, and paid them special attention. She moved the vibe up along Roxanne's leg until it crossed the elastic leg band of her panties. She moved it up past the waistband and lightly along her tummy. This produced a giggle and some squirming from the ticklish captive. This turned into a gasp of pleasure as Lauren made the last inches in a quick leap and pressed the tip of the vibe against her captive's straining nipple. Lauren broke the sensuous kiss and placed her lips in Roxanne's shoulder. Her hands were working in concert now as she used the vibe and her fingers to tease and titillate her lover's breasts. Each time the vibe passed over one of her nipples, the little redhead whimpered. Lauren found that helpless exclamation to be incredibly erotic. She licked and nibbled along the line of Roxanne's shoulder to her neck as she continued to work over her lover's tits. Lauren hooked her thumbs into Roxanne's bra and tugged it down taking her time and being careful not to loose her grip on the vibe. She soon had the cups underneath their charges, forcing them up and out. Lauren looked up from kissing Roxanne's neck to see her naked breasts. The long stimulation was apparent, they were tight and the veins underneath the pale skin were more prominent. Her nipples were very hard and sticking out, Lauren noted curiously that the aureoles were puckered and tight, forcing the nipples out even farther. Lauren captured a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Lauren released the pressure and squeezed again, this time harder. Roxanne moaned loudly and arched her back. Lauren held the captive nipple tightly and then applied the tip of the vibe to it. A ragged, gurgling cry was torn from Roxanne's lips, and she threw herself forward escaping Lauren's arms. The bound girl stumbled forward and collapsed to the floor when her heel caught in the carpet. "Are you all right?" Lauren asked as she rushed over to check on Roxanne. Her breathing was ragged and she seemed unable to speak for a moment, Lauren grasped her ankle and checked it but could detect nothing wrong. "Its all right," Roxanne said huskily. "Apparently you are too free for your own good. We will just have to do something about that won't we?" Lauren chuckled. "I am going to get you for that teasing," Roxanne said in a determined voice. There was no rancor in it, and Lauren laughed again. She rose, and helped Roxanne to her feet, then led her blindfolded captive to the bed. Lauren hooked her fingers into the waistband of the red panties and slid them slowly down Roxanne's legs and helped the bound redhead to step out of them. Lauren noticed they were wet with Roxanne's juices and smelled strongly of her arousal. "Now, I am going to help you onto the bed baby. I want you to turn to face the head board on your knees once you up, O.K.?" she said. "Yes, Lauren," Roxanne breathed. The small woman maneuvered around in tiny bits until she was sitting on her feet facing the headboard. Lauren pulled out the restraints and sat them near her lover's feet. "Up on your knees, Roxy," she requested. The smaller woman immediately rose up to a kneeling position. Lauren pulled her feet apart abruptly and fastened the leather cuff around her left ankle. The heavy, menacing, black cuff made a distinct contrast to her pale skin. Lauren gently touched the cool metal ring set into the leather, and traced her fingers up Roxanne's calf. She moved to the other side of the bed and attached the second cuff. She then took the pull strap in her hand and began to put steady pressure on it. The slack came out quickly and then as she continued to pull Roxanne's leg began to moves towards her. "Hey!" the smaller woman said trying to keep her balance. Lauren went to the other side and did the same. She could feel Roxanne fighting her, but the straps were tough and she was able to use her whole body while her captive had only the strength of her thighs. Her ankles were inexorably pulled towards the corners of the bed forcing her crotch lower and lower. Lauren made the final tugs carefully to align Roxanne's body with the four cushions in front of her on the bed. When she was done, she stood back to admire her work. Roxanne was kneeling now with her ankles pulled towards the corners of the bed. She looked absolutely helpless, and Lauren felt herself begin to become moist. Lauren moved to the foot of the bed and clamored up behind her pretty captive. She scooted between Roxanne's spread legs, and found that she could bring her own crotch right up to Roxanne's soft ass without her captive's legs getting in the way. She kissed Roxanne's ear and slipped her hands around to gently fondle her breasts. The smaller woman shivered and pressed her ass back against Lauren. Lauren was content to stay there awhile nibbling on Roxanne's ears and slowly fondling her tits. Her own nipples were pressed into Roxanne's back and every movement of the smaller woman caused pleasure to shoot through them as her skin dragged across them. Before long the redhead was moaning, and her hips were thrusting back uncontrollably. "Ready for a surprise?" she whispered into her lover's ear. "Yesssssssss," Roxanne hissed. Lauren released her hold on her lover's aching tits and deftly unsnapped her bra. Her breathing was ragged and Lauren knew she was approaching orgasm. She again envied her smaller friend for her sensitivity. Lauren pressed upward on her legs and thrust her upper body forward. Roxanne yelped in surprise as she started to fall forward. Her body was brought up short of the bed by the cushion of pillows. Lauren caught her own body on her outstretched arms but let her hips thrust hard against Roxanne's shapely ass. "You sneak!" she exclaimed giggling. Lauren smiled and climbed off of her smaller lover. Roxanne was lying on the pillows, which thrust her ass high into the air, with her red hair spilled out onto the white comforter. Lauren admired her for a moment and then unhooked her arms and removed the bra. Before Roxanne could use her arms to push herself up, Lauren seized her right wrist and slapped a cuff on it. She then made her way around the bed to the other side while Roxanne struggled to free her right hand. Lauren grabbed her left arm and pulled it to the cuff, again her superior strength won out, and soon her lover's left hand was secured. "What are you up to?" Roxanne asked trying to raise herself. Lauren took up the slack and began to pull on the strap. "Hey! No! Stop!" Roxanne cried fighting with all her strength now. Lauren leaned back using her weight and strength, and slowly her captive's wrist inched towards the post. When Lauren was sure that hand was taken care of she hurried to the other side and began to take the slack up. Roxanne bounced and fought, but the cuff slowly moved toward the corner post. Lauren stopped when there was very little room for her captive to struggle. She went to the cushions and pushed and tugged until they rested against the fronts of Roxanne's thighs. "I am so going to get you for this," the redhead panted. "Really?" Lauren asked, as she took two lengths of white rope from the bed and tied one securely to the bed rail. "Really!" Roxanne growled in a very unthreatening manner. Lauren laughed and wound the rope around Roxanne's lower thigh. She pulled the rope tight and moved to the other side of the bed. She repeated the process on that side and then returned to the straps and began to pull. The last of the slack in Roxanne's body began to be pulled out. As she was stretched forward, her upper body was pulled down onto the bed, which forced her derriere even higher. Lauren repeated the process on the other side. "You just have to learn not to make threats when you are at my mercy," Lauren said, chuckling quietly. She stood back and wiped her brow. That had been more exercise than she had thought it would be, but the result surpassed her wildest hopes. Roxanne was on her knees with her beautiful ass stretched taut and thrust up into the air. Her chest rested flat on the bed obscuring her flattened breasts. Her head was turned towards Lauren and her hair was a mess. Lauren moved to the foot of the bed and examined the results from that angle. Roxanne's ass was high and her pussy was open and exposed. Lauren could see the puffy, coral lips and the delicate pink inner walls. Her lips were gaping slightly with her arousal, and Lauren could see the slick sheen of her juices. "So you are going to get me, eh?" Lauren said as she moved back to the side of the bed. "You bet your behind I am!" Roxanne exclaimed. Lauren retrieved the paddle from the dresser and stood next to the bed. She let her hand gently caress Roxanne's silky buns. "You mean you are going to try and take revenge on me for being so nice?" Lauren asked in her very best "hurt" voice. "I am so going to make you pay for this," Roxanne said. "Well, if you don't appreciate my efforts I suppose I should let you go, or at least take off your blind fold," Lauren said placing the paddle on the comforter and removing Roxanne's blindfold. She tossed this to the floor and smiled. "There, are we friends again?" she asked. Roxanne raised her head and stuck her tongue out. "Ooh, insult or invitation?" she asked giggling. She had her hand on the paddle and pulled it into Roxanne's view. "Think very carefully before you answer," she said arching an eyebrow and smacking the leather paddle into her palm. Roxanne's eyes got wide. Lauren smiled and moved the paddle slowly back and forth in front of her eyes. Like a bird held in thrall to a snakes gaze, her head followed the black paddle wherever it went. She tried to speak but no words would come at first. "Lauren you can't! Not like this, you'll kill me!" she ejaculated finally. "Insult? Or invitation?" Lauren said allowing the cool leather to graze her behind as she trailed it down Roxanne's back. "Invitation," Roxanne said in a whisper. "Thank you lover, I appreciate the invitation. I would have never dreamed of using this on you but since you are inviting me, how could I refuse?" she said with a wicked grin. "No!" Roxanne protested, but Lauren had already moved from her sight. She struggled to turn her head but she had almost no room to move in the position she was in. Lauren trailed the paddle over her up thrust butt. Despite herself, a moan escaped Roxanne's lips. "I think you're looking forward to this aren't you, you little minx?" Lauren said. She withdrew the paddle three inches from Roxanne's right cheek and snapped it to her skin with a flick of her wrist. It wasn't hard, it probably didn't sting, but Roxanne flinched nonetheless. "Admit it, you want it don't you?" Lauren teased. "No, please," Roxanne said. Lauren trailed her bare hand over the satiny half globe and down to Roxanne's slick wet lips. She pressed a finger against her captive's channel and it slipped easily into her hot pussy. Lauren pulled it out and held it in front of Roxanne's face. "Not excited at all, eh?' Lauren said. Roxanne blushed crimson and could only shake her head. Lauren pressed her finger to her lover's lips. She looked into those green eyes and held her gaze. "You know what to do," She mouthed without speaking. Roxanne hesitantly opened her mouth and sucked and licked Lauren's finger clean of her own juices. This thrilled Lauren to no end. Besides the sensuous caress of her lover's tongue on her finger, the knowledge that she was tasting herself as she did it made Lauren very wet. This kind of control could be addictive she realized. When her finger was clean she pulled it gently from Roxanne's mouth. She stepped back and again massaged Roxanne's up thrust derriere. "Ten again? Or more I think," Lauren said thoughtfully. "Please," the little redhead whimpered. Lauren lined up the paddle and swung it hard. The thin whistling sound ended in a shocking splat that sent ripples through Roxanne's cheek. Roxanne screamed in anguish. "Not so hard," Lauren reminded herself as she very gingerly caressed Roxanne's ass cheek. A red welt appeared on the pale skin as Lauren watched enraptured. "How many is that?" she asked. "One," Roxanne said in a breathless voice. Lauren nodded, and reluctantly removed her hand from Roxanne's behind. She delivered the second blow with less force, but it still caused her smaller lover to cry out. "How many?" Lauren asked again. "Two," Roxanne said in a voice that nearly cracked. At this point Lauren almost stopped. The anguish in her lover's voice was almost more than she could stand, but she noticed that Roxanne's pussy was wetter than before, and that her lips were gaping wider. She landed a third and forth blow, with each one Roxanne counted the number between clenched teeth. By the time Lauren reached ten, the little redhead's face was streaked with tears. Lauren put the paddle down and gently rubbed the scarlet cheeks of her lover's ass. The fierce heat that radiated nearly made her pull her hand back but she didn't. Her lover's skin felt hot, and at the same time satiny, like heated velvet and her pussy was absolutely soaked. Lauren put away the paddle and went to the bathroom to get some baby oil. She had plans for this too, but rubbing it in to sooth the hurt was a good subterfuge. Her own pussy was on fire and she gently fingered herself through her pants. She was tempted to get off but decided to wait. There was more to come, and she felt the excitement made her more attentive to her lover's needs. She returned to the bedside and admired Roxanne's scarlet ass and soaked pussy for a few brief moments. She popped the cap and poured a generous amount of the slippery oil into her hand. She then gently began to massage Roxanne's ass, working her fingers deeply into the hot flesh and causing grunts of pain mingled with pleasure to issue from her lover's lips. Soon her hands were dry and she squirted more directly onto Roxanne's butt. "Mmmm," Roxanne managed. "You like baby?" Lauren said quietly. "It feels nice, cool, you really tore me up," she said sniffling. "And you loved it didn't you?" Lauren asked as she coated her little lover's ass in the slippery oil. She worked it into the crack of her ass and allowed her fingers to press gently on her little rosebud. To her delight Roxanne's ass thrust back on her fingers. Lauren forced herself to withdraw her hands and wipe them dry on a towel. Roxanne's ass glowed in the soft light and she had to force herself not to skip right to the climax and stick to her game plan. The red straps of her garters framed her ass so perfectly Lauren planed a kiss on each cheek. "Now, what sort of punishment should you get for lying to me?" Lauren said thoughtfully. One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 3 "Punishment?? Lauren no, I can't take anymore. That was wonderful but any more and it will really be painful," Roxanne protested. "Hmmm, not the paddle then. Ah, I have it," she said walking back to the dresser. This was one of the few things she picked out without Angela's help. She took it and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge near Roxanne's head. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. She was holding a long, thin, tube of gray cardboard. The top was like a poster tube and featured a tiny pull ring. She stroked it softly in front of her captives face. Roxanne's eyes were glued to it, filled with apprehension. "No," Roxanne said, her tongue wetting her suddenly dry lips. "You don't? Pity, I bought it especially for you," Lauren said as she continued to stroke the tube. "You did?" Roxanne said nervously. Her eyes were glued to Lauren's fingers. "Oh yes, would you like to see it?" she said smiling. "Yes," Roxanne whispered. Lauren popped off the lid and reached in with two fingers; with agonizing slowness she withdrew a long purple feather. It came to a fine point and she gently preened it. "NO!" Roxanne nearly screamed. "Oh yes," Lauren said laughing evilly. "Don't you dare I will scream my head off!" Roxanne said her eyes wide with fear. "Party pooper," Lauren said in a disappointed voice. She sat the feather on the bed in front of Roxanne's terrified eyes and moved to her dresser. With a few deft motions she tore open a package and returned to the bed. She sat back down and smiled sweetly. With a quick motion her hand shot out and pinched Roxanne's nose shut. When the startled redhead opened her mouth Lauren's other hand shot out and none to gently jammed a red ball gag into her mouth. She pulled the straps back and fastened them behind the girl's head as she protested into the gag. She picked up the feather and ran her fingers up the outside of it lovingly. "Now where were we? Oh yes, your punishment. This should do nicely. It's funny, I picked that little gag up because you are so loud when you cum. I am glad I did, aren't you?" she asked with a wink. Lauren lightly traced the tip of the feather along Roxanne's armpit. The bound girl reacted violently, throwing herself against the bonds with hysterical strength. Her frantic eyes pleaded with her captor in such a piteous way that Lauren had to force herself to look away. Lauren continued to trace along her sensitive armpit and then down her side. The entire bed shook as she lunged against the cuffs. Lauren continued for a minute or more, until Roxanne was thrashing so hard she feared her lover would hurt herself. She stopped and rubbed the areas she had tickled until Roxanne calmed a bit. Her gorgeous skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Lauren moved to the foot of the bed where she noticed her lover's frantic struggles had allowed some slack in the restraints, she quickly took it back out before the exhausted girl could take advantage. Now for the wicked part, she thought as she climbed onto the bed between her captive's spread legs. Lauren was on her hands and knees with her face inches from Roxanne's overheated sex. Her lips were puffy and gaped open a little and the delicate aroma of her arousal was intoxicating. Lauren took the feather and traced it along one of the coral lips. Roxanne screamed into her gag and lunged forward but the tightened restraints did not allow her to break contact with the maddening feather. Lauren traced the other lip and then lightly dusted her mound. The girl's body plunged forward shaking the entire bed, but Lauren knew from her earlier struggles that she wasn't getting away. She returned the feather to the top of her lovers slit, and with a delicate back and forth motion, traced down along her lips. "Mmmmmmmphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" her little captive screamed into her gag. Lauren continued the maddening torture for several more moments before stopping. Roxanne's taut body sagged in her bonds. Her pussy was red now and inflamed, the lips were very puffy and gaped open more. Lauren could see the delicate pink of her inner labia. Lauren allowed her captive to rest and recuperate for a long while and then applied the tip of the feather to her inner folds. Her body went taut, straining with almost super human effort to escape the maddening feather. It was to no avail, and Lauren had soon reduced her to shuddering ragged breaths. Her pussy was soaked and a thin rivulet of her juice ran down her inner thigh. The coral lips were now an angry red, and they gaped open so much Lauren could just make out the hood that protected her clit. Lauren used her finger to spread Roxanne's lips, and applied the devilish feather to her lover's clit. A long, screeching moan was torn from her. It was audible through the gag, but Lauren also saw the signs that she was about to cum. Her hips jogged and her thighs had begun to spasm. Lauren stopped and Roxanne's body sagged into her bonds once again. Lauren got up and returned the feather to its case. Roxanne's eyes were closed and she barely stirred when Lauren removed the gag. Her breath came in desperate gulps and her brow was covered in sweat. Lauren soothed her, whispering how much she loved her and how beautiful she was. Lauren stood up and quickly stripped out of her clothing. She took the harness from the drawer and stepped into it. The large vibe attached to the inner harness sliced easily into her soaked pussy and once she got it buckled she remembered how real the heavy dong felt when she walked. She climbed back on to the bed, and on her knees pressed the head of the dong to Roxanne's swollen lips. She stroked it slowly up and down the wet slit until Roxanne moaned. "Ready baby?" she asked. "Please!" She cried. "Please what?' Lauren said. "Fuck me," she hissed as she tried to force herself back on the big dong. Lauren grabbed the baby oil and poured more onto Roxanne's ass crack. She worked it in massaging her asshole with her thumb. She then poured a liberal amount onto the dong itself and worked it in. "Ready?" she asked teasingly. "Yes!" Roxanne ejaculated. Lauren smiled and worked the big dong up her lovers slit dipping just the head into her quivering pussy, she moved up and pressed the head firmly against Roxanne's rosebud. "Lauren!" Roxanne said unsteadily. "Yes luv?" she replied "What are you doooinggg?" she moaned as Lauren worked the head firmly against her ass. "What you asked of course, I am going to fuck your cute little bum," she replied devilishly. "Cheater!" Roxanne cried. "You lie, I cheat, we make the perfect couple," Lauren said as she moved her knees forward until they were touching the cushions. Lauren held the dong steady on target and slowly pressed forward with her hips. "Slowwwwwwwww," Roxanne groaned. It was difficult for Lauren to hold the head on target and still get enough purchase to enter while making sure she did not ram it in. Finally she managed to get her weight behind it at the right angle and slowly force her way forward. Lauren had never seen anything so incredibly erotic in her entire life. She watched enraptured as Roxanne's sphincter slowly gave way, and the big black head slid unbelievably slowly into her. When the head slipped all the way in, Lauren saw her lover's ass close onto the shaft and grip it tightly. Lauren was forcibly reminded of the harness's unique features when Roxanne pressed back and the nubs on the inside of the harness forced themselves between her soaked lips. Lauren took her hand off the shaft and gripped Roxanne's slippery hips. She pressed forward again. Looking down she was able to watch as inch by inch the black intruder entered Roxanne's bum. Roxanne was groaning and grunting, making animal sounds in her throat as her rectum was filled and stretched by the hard latex missile. Lauren finally worked the whole thing in except for the base. She pulled back experimentally watching the ring of Roxanne's ass hold onto the dong, as if it did not want to let it go. She held Roxanne's hips to lever herself back in after with drawing. She loved the way the garter belt framed her up thrust ass. She wanted to grab it and use it for purchase but she did not want to stretch the delicate garment. She with drew most of the length of her dong and stopped. She added a liberal amount of baby oil to the exposed shaft and pressed back in. "Ohhhhh God," Roxanne groaned. "Ready for some real fucking?" Lauren asked huskily. "Yesssss, Do me. Fuck me silly. I love it and I love you," Roxanne said through clenched teeth. That was all Lauren needed to hear, she pulled back and rammed forward causing Roxanne to yelp. Lauren didn't pay attention; it was too hot, too much. She established a rhythm that was to her liking; long, hard, deep thrusts, and held onto Roxanne's quivering hips. The friction of the dong forcing it's way in, and Roxanne's inner muscles trying to hold it in were translated through the dildo, to the harness, directly to her clit. A few minutes of mad thrusting and she could feel her bottom begin to clench and unclench. Her body spasmed once then again and then a monster orgasm hit her. She rode the red waves of pleasure this time, not even trying to fight them. A second orgasm began before the first had subsided and she lost all track of time as the intense pleasure ripped through her system. She realized she was still pounding into Roxanne. The poor girl was nearly mad with desire, babbling incoherently. Bound as she was she could get no friction on her clit. The nights teasing was beginning to break down her sanity. Lauren reached down and grabbed the vibe she had started the evening with. She flipped it on and pulled back until just the tip of her dong was in her lover. In a single motion she inserted the humming vibe into Roxanne's soaked snatch and thrust forward with her dong. Roxanne began to cum in less than two strokes. Lauren slammed the dong into her with brutal force as the vibe sent her into a mind-blowing orgasm. Lauren continued to pump her ass until her body slumped in her bonds. She slowly withdrew the dong and the vibe and switched it off. Roxanne was lying there quivering as Lauren removed the harness and then undid the restraints. Lauren was beginning to worry because Roxanne had not said a word. She rolled her limp body over and kicked the cushions off the bed. Roxanne's face was red and her breathing was still ragged and shallow. She cradled her lover's small body to her own and rocked her like a small child while whispering nonsensical endearments to her. Eventually Roxanne's eyes fluttered open. She stared up unseeing for a few heartbeats and then blinked. A quiet moan escaped her lips. Lauren kissed her forehead and felt an after-shock rock her small frame. "Roxy?" Lauren asked quietly. "Hmmm?" she responded dreamily. "Are you all right?" Lauren asked the concern in her voice evident. "I think you orgasmed me to death," she replied in a small voice. Lauren looked down, but Roxanne gave her a soft, reassuring smile. Lauren kissed her softly on the lips. "Sleep pumpkin," tomorrow is another day. "Lauren?' she asked in a dreamy voice. "Yes baby?" Lauren replied. "Did I pass the audition?" she asked. "Yes baby, you passed," She replied quietly and then added on impulse "Will you marry me?" "Yes," the dreamy voice replied, as her eyes closed contentedly, and her exhausted body, and mind were claimed by Morpheus for the night.