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Naked Vows

By: Robin_Maxwell



Laura's heart raced as she entered the bar. The dance floor and bar were brightly lit but the tables were left in candle lit darkness. Movement drew her eye to a woman with short cut hair who leaned across the table to kiss the woman setting opposite of her. They used their tongues with great enthusiasm. Laura realized she made a mistake. It was one thing to look for companionship, but seeing the two women kiss, well, she obviously went about finding an intimate friend the wrong way. 

The short haired woman pulled away from her girlfriend and noticed Laura staring. Heat spread across Laura's face. She looked down to hide her embarrassment behind her dark hair and turned to leave. She walked straight into another woman in the doorway. 

"I'm so sorry!" Laura grabbed the woman's arm to steady her. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." The woman, pale blonde and about two inches shorter than Laura, looked up and smiled. "Is this your first time in a lesbian bar?" She had a heart-shaped face with clear bright eyes and a large pale lipped smile. A dark, conservative skirt suit, like Laura usually wore, covered her slim body. It contrasted oddly to Laura's red, flirty, knee length dress she bought just for tonight. 

"How did you guess?" Laura tried to edge around her.

"You look like I feel."

"Scared spit-less and sure you made a mistake?" Laura knew she sounded a little shrill but managed a wobbly smile.

"Something like that." The woman held out her hand for Laura to shake. "I'm Sarah. Can I buy you a drink? One nervous woman to another?"

"I'm leaving," said Laura, shaking Sarah's hand. "I don't belong here. I thought . . . well, I guess I didn't think . . . I . . . like penetration!" Laura covered her mouth in a vain attempt to stop the words as her face burned even hotter. The shocked look on Sarah's face made Laura want to crawl in a hole and die. "Sorry," she muttered, pushing past Sarah.

Sarah laughed and grabbed Laura's arm. "Wow! That surprised me. Come have a drink with me so I won't feel alone and awkward." She tugged Laura over to a booth then sat across from her. "Now tell me your name so we can pretend to be friends and no one will bother us."

"Laura."

"Well, Laura, I have a confession to make. I like penetration too."

Laura's face burned even hotter, if possible, and she moved to get out of the booth.

"Wait." Sarah put her foot on Laura's seat, trapping her in the booth. "I'm not teasing you, I'm trying to make you feel comfortable."

"I don't think I can." Laura scanned the room. A slow song played and the women dancing held each other intimately. Two women looked into each others eyes then hesitantly leaned into each other. They kissed as passionately as any two people could. The shorter woman twined her arms around her partners neck while the other woman's hands slid down her back until they cupped her bottom. Laura snapped her eyes to the table top before she got caught staring again. 

"If you're that uncomfortable you should go. Can I ask you a favor though?" Sarah bit her lip and looked away. "Can I leave with you so I don't feel stupid?"

Sarah's sudden lack of confidence comforted Laura. Maybe Sarah made the same mistake coming here as she did. "I'll stay." Maybe, just maybe, Laura found the companion she wanted after all.

"What can I get you girls?" asked a harried looking waitress. Laura couldn't quite look her in the eye and let Sarah order first.

"We'll both have the house red." 

"That sounds perfect." Laura was unexpectedly grateful to Sarah for taking over. The waitress walked off leaving an awkward silence which lasted until she returned with their drinks. Sarah paid the waitress and sent her off with a good tip. 

"So." Sarah rubbed the rim of her glass with a finger. "What made you decide you were a lesbian?"

Laura chocked on her wine. She shoved her glass to the middle of the table; no way was she drinking another drop. Spots of wine sloshed over the rim so she busied herself cleaning it with her cocktail napkin.

"Laura, you can't get the table any cleaner. Look at me." The confidence suffusing Sarah's voice compelled Laura to look at her. Years of experience leading people told Laura Sarah's confidence was new and untried. "You can talk to me." Sarah reached out and stilled Laura's hand then took the tattered napkin away from her. "I'm curious if you came here for the same reasons I did." Sarah's hand trembled on Laura's, her facade crumbling.

"It's a long story." Laura relaxed, realizing Sarah felt alone just like she did.

"I have all night." Sarah gave Laura's hand a reassuring pat. 

"My husband, Tom, died ten years ago today." Laura folded her hands in her lap unable to believe how much it still hurt to say those words.

"You loved him." The compassion in Sarah's voice made Laura look up. Sarah studied her with soft eyes. "I'm so sorry for your pain. I know that sounds trite but I mean it. I can look at you and see how warm a person you are. It saddens me that you experienced such a loss."

"Thank you." Laura looked back at her hands and tried to force the old pain away. 

"Keep going." Sarah hovered in some nebulous area between giving an order and begging to be obeyed. The combination made Laura a little more comfortable.

"Besides having a thirteen year old son and a fifteen year old daughter to raise, I had to take over my husbands business. Suddenly I had to be strong for everyone while inside I felt alone and scared and isolated." Laura reached out and drained her wine then played with the empty glass for a few seconds. "It was a difficult adjustment. I managed to-."

"You ladies want another round?" asked their waitress.

"Another of the same." Sarah drained her glass and handed it to the waitress who went straight back to the bar. "The disadvantage of tipping well is the waitress comes back too soon and too often."

Laura fidgeted while they sat in silence until the waitress returned with their drinks. A stern look from Sarah stopped Laura from reaching for her purse. Sarah paid for the drinks and tipped well again.

"What did you manage to do?" asked Sarah. 

Laura gulped down her wine. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does." Sarah took the empty glass from Laura. "It brought you here, to me. It matters."

"I'm sorry." Laura wished she had something to distract herself with. She reached for the cocktail napkin but Sarah snatched it away.

"Don't be sorry, be honest. I don't like mind games." Sarah's defiant stare told Laura someone broke her heart with mind games and she hadn't recovered yet.

Laura shrugged, honesty didn't cost her anything. She probably wouldn't see Sarah again after tonight. "I managed to keep the company profitable while raising my children to be good honest people. But my hard work and success came at a price. It's hard to be the person everyone comes to with their problems and have no one to go to myself. I'm tired of making all the decisions. That's why I came here, I wanted a friend and for some reason I thought lesbians had similar problems. I guess I had a preconceived belief a lesbian had to be strong and independent, like I've had to be." Laura looked around the bar. The young women in skimpy outfits radiated sexuality and gyrated in imitation of sex to an upbeat song. Laura felt old and overdressed. "This isn't what I expected. I want someone to tell me what to do for a change. I'm so tired of being responsible for everything." She knew it wasn't proper feminist behavior to admit that, but the truth was too deep to deny, especially to herself. "What's so wrong with wanting to let my walls down for awhile?"

Sarah sat back and studied Laura while she finished off her wine. The silence seemed to stretch on forever but Laura couldn't force herself to break it. 

"I'm not sure I understand." Sarah waved to catch the waitress's eye and signaled for another round. "I find myself in the exact opposite position. Since I got married, I didn't make any decisions for myself. Oh sure, I decided what to wear and what to eat at restaurants, how to host business parties, but my husband made the real decisions. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I wasn't an abused housewife slave, I was a pampered princess."

She stopped talking when the waitress came and served their fresh drinks but her eyes had the far off look of someone reliving a painful memory. Laura knew that look all too well. "It's not your fault. I know it for a fact."

Sarah looked surprised and started to speak, but she snapped her mouth closed and regarded Laura with suspicion. "What makes you think you know it for a fact?"

"I'm a lot older than you. I have more experience."

"You make yourself sound like a dried up old crone." Sarah's brow furrowed in annoyance. "You have more experience, but you're no withered spinster." 

"I guess not being a withered spinster is something."

"Stop fishing for compliments, you know you're beautiful. Tell me why you think the divorce wasn't my fault."

"Your body language, expressions, the way you choose your words."

"I didn't know I was choosing my words."

"Not consciously," said Laura. "When you're as old-."

"Stop it! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Now get on with it."

An angry flash shot through Laura like a battle cry. "I wanted to help. There's no reason to patronize me."

Sarah leaned back like she'd been slapped. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to banish the shocked expression. Laura knew Sarah wasn't as confident as she pretended and hated herself for snapping at the younger woman. Sarah composed herself and got out of the booth. Laura started to get up too, she didn't want the younger woman to leave yet, not before she had a chance to apologize. Instead of leaving, Sarah forced Laura to move over so she could sit beside her. 

Sarah held Laura's hands and stared into her eyes. "I meant what I said. I'm not some guy looking for a one night stand. I'll admit I'm younger than you, but I'm not blind."

Laura looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I've looked in a mirror so I know-."

"I said stop it." Sarah grabbed Laura's chin and forced her face around until Laura looked the younger woman eye to eye. "You're wasting both our time fishing for complements. Get on with your explanation." Laura nodded so Sarah released her face and returned to her seat. "How can you tell?"

"Bitter experience. When Tom, my husband, died, I placed the blame on him. I was so angry and hurt I almost didn't go to his funeral. You're angry and hurt too, but you're not running away like me, you're trying to change yourself. You think maybe if you're more of this and less of that your husband will come back. You're the one trying but your husband is the one who left. That tells me it's not your fault."

For a moment Sarah's lip trembled and Laura expected her to change the subject. Then she straightened up, downed half her wine and squared her jaw. "Two years ago my husband, Frank, left me. He claimed to still love me but wanted different things from life. He wanted," Sarah swallowed hard and took another drink. "He wanted a different sex life, different scenery, different everything."

"Most women would want to put a stake through his heart, dull end first," said Laura.

Sarah nodded. "It hurt, but I understood. I saw the changes in him and how much he hated telling me the decision he made. At the same time I knew he was right, I wanted to change my life too. He decided the best way for us to get what we wanted was to divorce."

"Did he take everything and leave you empty and broke?"

"No, he's a good man." Sarah got a distant look in her eye as she explained the details of her divorce. "He took every asset we had except the house and made two lists. He listed all our assets, stocks, earnings, insurance policies, everything. Then he showed me the two lists and told me to pick one. If I wanted something particular he offered to switch it for something of equal value. The dear man even included alimony from his projected pay for the next five years. Then he promised to always take care of me if I ever needed anything. I picked a list without reading it; possessions didn't matter. I failed him. After we signed the papers, he gave me the house and a car under one condition. He moved out of state but he still has business ties here. Whenever he's in town he stays at the house and I drive him around and take care of his needs."

"That's the strangest divorce I've ever heard of," said Laura. "I don't know what to say. Or think. Did you agree to the divorce because you're . . . " Laura shrugged and tilted her head toward the dance floor.

Sarah laughed at Laura's discomfort. "I think you can say "lesbian" here. And the answer is no, I didn't take the deal because I'm gay. At first I took it to show him I changed so he'd come back to me. I'm realizing that will never happen. So I came here to be in control and since I was so easy to control I figured other women were too." Sarah pointed to two women on the far edge of the dance floor. One woman pulled her partner's head back by the hair and licked her throat. "One look at them and I'd have come to my senses. If you hadn't run into me, I'd have turned around and left."

Laura fanned her blushing cheeks. "I know, I was on my way out, if you recall."

"I'm surprised you made it inside." Sarah's eyes crinkled in amusement at Laura's red cheeks.

"Me too." Laura smiled. "I'm glad I stayed though." Both women reached across the table simultaneously to hold the others hand. 

"You ladies must be new," said their waitress. 

Laura squealed and yanked her hand back as her blush returned with a vengeance.

"How did you guess?" Sarah left her hand on the table.

"The way you're going through the vino and not looking at anything around you."

Sarah smiled. "We're both a little nervous and not sure we even belong here."

"Oh, don't worry." The waitress waved the comment away. "We're pretty non-judgmental around here. No one will give you any trouble. In fact you two look so involved with each other I doubt you've even been approached."

"You're right." Laura glanced around the bar. "I didn't notice. Is that normal?"

"Depends on your body language. Your's says 'leave us alone.' Can I get you another round?"

Laura looked to Sarah, silently giving her the decision. "We'll have one last round."

"Okey-dokey." The waitress bustled off to the next table for their order.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Sarah. "Look around, are you attracted to any of these women?"

"No, I'm not gay."

"You didn't even look!" Sarah gestured toward the dance floor. "Look around, are you sure you can't imagine yourself kissing one of them? Look at the brunette at the bar, what about her?"

Laura glanced around and saw the young, fit woman Sarah indicated. She had to be half Laura's age. "I can't see myself kissing any of those girls."

"It's like that for most first timers, especially when they're older like you." Laura gasped and whipped around to see the waitress had returned with their drinks. Laura went crimson and couldn't have spoken even with a gun to her head. When she looked back at Sarah the younger woman laughed silently and wiped away tears before they smeared her mascara. 

"Was it that way for you?" Sarah asked the waitress as she paid for the drinks. 

"Oh, I'm not gay, the owner doesn't like lesbian waitresses. She says they spend too much time flirting and not enough time working. Thanks for the great tips, I hope you ladies come back soon. If you do, ask for Sandy." The girl went to deliver drinks to another table.

"So, Laura, how is your first visit to a lesbian bar?"

"It's had some surprises, but all in all I think I got what I came here for."

"What's that?"

"I got to meet a new friend."

Sarah smiled and blushed a little. "Thank you. I enjoy your company too." 

"What about you? Is tonight turning out like you expected?"

"Actually, I think my time here worked out better than I expected."

"Really? How so?"

"I met a woman who seems nice and wants the same things from a relationship as me."

Laura felt something she hadn't felt since she met her husband and almost didn't recognize it. She had a genuine interest in another person. It seemed like Sarah wanted to have Laura's life while Laura wanted a simple life like Sarah's. "Let me guess, a poor innocent woman to seduce?" For a brief instant, much to Laura's surprise, she hopped it was true.

"No." Sarah chuckled and sipped her wine. "I'm not gay either."

"Sorry. I meant that as a joke. It's been a long time since I let my sense of humor out. It must be rusty." Laura didn't understand why she felt disappointed that Sarah wasn't seducing her. Had it been so long since she connected with someone that she didn't know any other way to continue an evening?

"No, I'm sorry." Sarah reached across the table and patted Laura's hand. "It's been a long time since I talked with someone. I want a confidante, someone to talk to who won't treat me like I'm simple and ignorant. Even if I am."

Laura retrieved a business card and pen from her purse. "Here's my private number." She scribbled her cell number on the card. "Call me."

Sarah looked at the card. "Laura Westover? I think I've heard of you. You gave a chunk of money to a single mothers organization not too long ago, right?"

"My business donated the money, not me." Laura stared at her wine glass and wondered if she was a little drunk. She wanted Sarah to make a pass at her. Was it the wine and atmosphere? The novelty of a relaxing drink with a friend with no hidden agendas? Both? "Aren't you going to call?"

"What, you mean right now?"

"Yes. I want to put your number in my phone so if you call I'll recognize it and answer. If I don't recognize a number I don't answer."

"A call screener, hunh?" Sarah got her phone and punched in the number.

"It's an occupational hazard." Laura programed Sarah's number into her phone. When she finished, she noticed Sarah doing the same thing.

"I guess this means our night is over." Sarah looked uncertain and pushed her glass around the table.

"Maybe." Laura didn't want it to end so early, but she already had too much to drink and another glass would have her calling a cab. She never drove drunk. "Unless you want to . . . "

"Don't trail off like that, in this place it sounds like you want to . . . there, see?" Sarah blew her bangs off her forehead. "You flustered me."

"I was thinking about getting some coffee."

Sarah laughed. "That's the second time tonight you've caught me completely off guard. Coffee sounds great."

Coffee sounded horrible. Laura would never sleep if she had coffee this late at night. "That's not what I was thinking." Laura looked away and bit her lip.

Sarah started to say something but stopped. She licked her lips and took a deep breath as if settling her nerves. "Tell me what you were thinking." 

"I wanted to say something. As a joke. But I didn't know if I'd offend you. I chickened out." Laura's heart skipped a beat. Following an order instead of giving it felt odd.

"You won't offend me." Sarah held Laura in a steady gaze that made Laura's heart race. 

"I wondered if . . . " Laura couldn't believe she was about to say what she thought. Her mouth went dry and now her heart pounded. The last time she felt this way was with Tom, the first time they'd kissed. Laura forced away the thought and summoned a light hearted smile. "I wondered if you thought we're chickening out? We're at a lesbian bar, shouldn't we have tried to, I don't know, fit in?" 

"There's only one way to find out, Laura," said Sarah. "Kiss me."

Laura looked around the bar hoping no one over heard Sarah as her face burned with embarrassment yet again. "I can't," whispered Laura. Could she? "That's not what I meant."


Naked Vows Ch. 02



Sarah ran her hand over the empty spot in the bed. It sucked waking up alone, knowing the person she thought she had a profound connection with snuck out in the middle of the night. She wanted to be angry or hurt but she just felt empty. No wonder Frank left her, she was a complete idiot. 

Why did Laura leave? Sarah honestly believed they made a deep connection last night. Did she leave because she felt awkward? To be fair, after what they did and said last night a little awkwardness made sense. Still, she expected more from Laura. The woman ran a huge business, she should have had the guts to stay. 

Or did Sarah do something wrong? They got a little tipsy last night, but not drunk. Was that the problem? Did Laura want to excuse what she did on alcohol? Did her actions embarrass her so much in the harsh light of day? 

Sarah chastised herself for being so upset. It wasn't good to need someone she barely knew that bad. Yet she hurt as bad right now as she had the day Frank left. That didn't make sense, she only knew Laura for a few hours and she knew Frank for years. 

To make the whole affair even more degrading, Sarah slept better last night than she remembered in a long time. She didn't know if it was the sex or because she hadn't slept alone.

Sarah forced herself to get out of bed and go through her morning routine. She brushed her teeth but didn't have enough energy to get dressed. At least she didn't have any friends who might find out she had her first lesbian experience and got dumped the same night.

Coffee sounded good so she threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen. The scent of fresh brewed coffee met her halfway down the stairs. She must have set the coffee maker before going out last night. 

Sarah pushed open the kitchen door and froze. Laura stood at her stove dancing to a song she sang off key. Laura hadn't left her after all, she was here all the time making coffee. Sarah started to speak when Laura shimmed over to the fridge and pulled out . . . eggs? When did Sarah buy eggs? What was Laura doing? Then Laura looked through the cupboards until she found a skillet.

Oh, shit! Laura was making breakfast and Sarah looked like crap. She hadn't showered, shaved or put on makeup. Thankfully all the appliances faced away from the door. Sarah took a step back when Laura turned and saw her. She lurched to a stop and went crimson. Sarah loved that about Laura. Last night at the bar she kept turning red, especially when she saw two women kiss. Or when she made her hump her leg. Where had that idea come from? That little memory almost made her blush. 

"Good morning." Laura wiped her hands on a towel then marched around the table. "Tell me you slept as well as I did." Sarah's eyes went straight to her tits. God, she was just like a guy; Laura had a face, she should look at it. Besides, she had her bra on again. "I haven't slept that well since Tom died." 

"Um, yeah, I slept great." Between her depression at waking up alone and her elation at finding Laura in her kitchen, Sarah felt numb.

"It's almost ready." Laura took both Sarah's hands and dragged her to the table then made her sit. "I wanted to have this done before you woke up."

"You're making me breakfast." Sarah looked form Laura to the stove. This proud, powerful woman was making breakfast for her. Another wave of love filled Sarah's heart. 

"Yes." Some enthusiasm seeped out of Laura's face. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" Sarah looked back at Laura and saw her face fall. She shook her head to clear it. "No, of course not. I, well, no one has ever done this for me."

"You're kidding." Laura looked like she didn't believe it. "Oops, I gotta take care of the pancake!" She ran to the stove.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Well for one thing I'm starving and I figured you would be too." Laura flipped a pancake and it landed on the side of the skillet and smeared across the hot surface. "I used to do this all the time for Tom and the kids." She scowled at the offending pancake. "I used to be better at it, too." She shoved the pancake to the center of the skillet then poured a cup of coffee for Sarah. "I don't know how you take it."

"Black," Sarah said, absently. When she was first married and cooking for Frank, he wanted her naked. She always figured it was a fantasy to have a woman do housework in the nude. Now she understood the appeal. A woman's body did fascinating things moving around a kitchen. 

"Really? I figured you for the energetic type who likes the extra calories from sugar and cream."

"I used to be, but after Frank left . . . well."

"I understand. When Tom died, I wanted to give up on everything. Even simple things like fixing a cup of coffee took too much energy. Unfortunately I had kids and a business to handle."

"You don't have servants?"

"No, I may be successful but I'm a long way from being rich enough to hire servants."

"Remember how I said you didn't do anything wrong?" Sarah decided to pull a chapter from Frank's book. "I changed my mind. I want you naked."

"What?" Laura laughed her nervous laugh and Sarah realized it was a stalling tactic. She also blushed and Sarah got the impression only she got to see it.

"In fact, I want you naked all weekend."

"You know I'm not comfortable with that." Laura fiddled with the spatula and avoided Sarah's eyes.

"I love your body and I want to see it."

"It's different now, it's lighter. You can see how-."

"Do not say how fat or ugly or whatever it is you think you are."

"It was dark last night."

"Not that dark. Now strip." Sarah tried to sound stern but she heard the anticipation in her voice and expected Laura did too.

Laura flipped the pancake in the skillet then shrugged out of her dress and let it pool at her feet. Once again Sarah felt like a guy because she didn't bother looking at Laura's face. Laura hesitated but Sarah's expression must have convinced the older woman Sarah did like her body. She undid her bra and released her magnificent tits.

"Don't stop now."

Laura hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them then turned back to the stove.

Sarah watched Laura work around the stove for a few minutes enjoying the sight more than she thought possible. Frank was right about a woman's body having all kinds of interesting jiggles and wiggles. She finally had to move to get a better look at Laura. Not that she minded the view from behind. Sarah leaned against the counter and got a little thrill every time Laura's tits swayed or when she flashed her bush. It was the hottest thing Sarah ever saw. They stood feet apart and were in the middle of foreplay. Now she understood why Frank always had her naked. Next time she talked to him she'd apologize for thinking he was weird. 

Laura had a hard time concentrating with Sarah standing there staring at her. Her hands shook and she constantly glanced at Sarah. Too bad, she'd just have to get used to it. Sarah enjoyed this way too much to give up. "I'm only staring because you're so hot." Laura's hands shook even more.

"I'm-."

"You're beautiful. Say it."

"Sarah, please, I'm-."

Sarah slapped her bare bottom. "Tell me you're beautiful."

"I'm beautiful." Laura blushed from her hair line down to the tops of her tits.

"That's better."

Laura's hands trembled so bad she dropped the ladle into the pancake batter. Some batter splattered out and a thick glob landed on Laura's tit. It reminded Sarah of when Frank came on her tits and she suppressed a giggle. Laura reached for a towel but Sarah stopped her. "I'll deal with it." She bent over and put her tongue against Laura's nipple then licked until she got the batter with her tongue. Laura's nipple went ridged and her eyes half closed. Sarah grinned to herself. She had more confidence after one night with Laura than she had in her entire marriage.

Sarah went to the cupboard for dishes but Laura stopped her. "Let me do that. I'll take care of everything."

"Why wont you let me help?" Sarah felt uncomfortable. This was her kitchen, Laura was her guest, and she was used to doing all the kitchen work. 

"I want to do it. If Tom was still alive, I'd be doing it every day. I miss doing things like this. I know it's not politically correct, but I liked being a housewife. I'm good at it, it's what I was meant to do."

"I think I'm what you're meant to do."

"That too." Laura smiled and finished setting the table then went back to the stove. "Can I get dressed now? I feel weird."

"No, I want you naked."

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

"I have a confession to make." Laura blushed even as a little smile played around her mouth. "I like it when you watch me."

"I can tell." Sarah ran her hand over Laura's ass. "Your nipples are hard."

Laura gasped, dropped the spatula, and grabbed her tits. Sarah laughed hysterically. "It's not bad. I like being able to turn you on." Sarah nodded at the skillet. "You better do something before that pancake burns."

Laura muttered an oath and snatched at the spatula. Sarah laughed again as she moved behind Laura and wrapped her arms around the older woman's waist. She clasped her hands and rested her cheek against Laura's back while Laura went back to cooking.

"I have a confession to make too." Sarah felt Laura's pubic hair tickle her wrist but forced the erotic sensation out of her mind. "I was hurt when I woke up alone."

"I'm sorry." Laura turned in Sarah's arms and hugged her. "I wanted to be done before you woke up. I didn't think how you'd feel waking up alone."

"It's ok." Sarah looked down, afraid to let Laura see how hurt she had been. Laura's bare tits pushed against her chest. She wanted to put her mouth on them but lust wasn't the best tone to set right now. "I can understand the need to get away. You know, to think."

"There is nothing to think about, my sweet." Sarah felt Laura's fingers under her chin, gently urging her to look up. When Sarah did, the older woman bent her head to lay a chaste kiss on Sarah's lips. "I have no regrets."

Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. "Me either." She pushed away from Laura. "You better get back to cooking before something gets burned!"

"Not to worry, I'm done. You go set at the table and I'll bring our food over."

Sarah had to admit she liked the view. Laura was sex on a stick when she was naked.

"Wait a minute." Sarah lifted the syrup bottle. "I don't remember getting eggs but I know I didn't buy syrup."

"I had to go to the store this morning."

"You went shopping for me?"

"For us, and I had to. You didn't have anything in your fridge."

"You should have woken me up. I'd love watching you push a cart around without a bra on under you dress. Too bad there are laws against public nudity."

"Sarah, that can't happen."

"I know, I just said there are laws."

"Not that. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to do that for you, but I can't." Laura spread butter on some pancakes and drenched them in syrup then set the plate in front of Sarah. If Sarah hadn't been focused on Laura's tits, she would have put a stop to half the pancakes, most of the syrup and all the butter. "What we have is wonderful, but we have to keep it private."

"Oh, I get it, you're ashamed of me." Sarah said it lightheartedly. No kidding they had to keep it secret. She had Frank's colleagues and friends to deal with. If it came out his exwife was fucking another woman, it would destroy Frank's reputation.

"No, I'm not ashamed of you." Laura sounded a little mad, she must not have heard Sarah's humor. "It's not me I'm worried about."

"Laura, I was kidding." It took all of Sarah's will not to wilt under Laura's angry glare and beg for forgiveness. When Frank used that tone, she felt stupid and worthless. 

"Were you? I may be confused and lost in a world I never expected to be in, but I'm not ashamed of you."

Sarah took a tight rein on her emotions. If she wanted to be stronger, more in control, she needed to act like it.

"Be quiet, Laura." Sarah spoke soft but firm. "I told you I was joking and I meant it. We may have a lot to learn about each other but you don't have the right to call me a liar."

"I didn't mean to imply you're a liar." Laura stared at her empty plate. "I'm sorry."

"Come over here and kneel." Sarah winced. What was she thinking, having Laura kneel naked at her feet like some slave. That's what Frank turned her into, Sarah realized. He made her a helpless slave then threw her away when he got board. She refused to do that to Laura, even if the older woman let her. She was about to tell Laura to never mind when the older woman knelt at Sarah's side.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. You're right. I don't have the right to call you a liar, even by implication."

Sarah stroked Laura's hair. "I'm sorry too. My sense of humor runs to the self deprecating side." She handed Laura a fork and pulled a chair next to her with her foot. "Sit next to me and help me with this plate. I can't eat this much."

Laura sat in the chair and gasped.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm naked! The chair is cold." Both women burst into laughter. Sarah forked a piece of pancake and fed it to Laura. They were half way through the meal before Laura spoke again. "I can't be a lesbian." 

"It's not important." Sarah slid a piece of pancake through a pool of syrup and tried to get it to Laura's mouth before it dripped. She didn't make it and a drop of syrup landed on Laura's boob. Laura reached for a napkin to wipe it off but once again Sarah stopped her. "I have plans for that syrup."

"I'm sure you do." Laura left it there though and fed a bite to Sarah. "It is important. If it was just me I wouldn't care. You need to grow a thick skin when you're a woman in business. The problem is I have employees. If our relationship goes public people might lose their jobs."

"I meant the label isn't important. You're a woman who's fucking someone who happens to be another woman. Let the labels go."

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. 

"This is starting to itch." Laura pointed at the syrup on her tit. "Can I wipe it up now?"

"Nope." Sarah grabbed Laura's tit and loved its weight in her hand. She squeezed it, marveling at the way it molded to her fingers. Her skin was so soft and smooth. When Laura started to press against Sarah's hand, she leaned over to suck the syrup off. She sucked harder and longer than she had to until she left a hickey on the upward slop of Laura's tit. "Enough talk, you almost got me out of the mood."

"The mood for what?" Laura's voice was breathy and filled with anticipation.

"Dishes."

"You're in the mood to do dishes?"

"Nope. I'm in the mood to watch you do the dishes. All the soapy water splashing on you, all the bending you'll do to fill the dish washer. I'm not sure which view I'll want. I may have you do them twice so I can see all your different parts from all those different angles."

Like clockwork, along came the familiar blush.

"If I watch from behind, I can stare at your pussy. But if I watch from the front, I can stare at your tits. I don't know how to decide."

"Stop it." Laura's face was so red it looked painful. "I swear you're worse than Tom."

"Which did Tom like best? Tits or pussy?"

"Oh god!" Laura fanned her face and frantically cleaned the table.

"What a shade of red! Hey Laura, if I keep this up do you think I can get your whole body to turn the same color as your face?"

Laura clattered the dishes like she wanted to drown out Sarah's voice.

"So, which is it? Did he like your tits or your pussy?"

"It depended on the day," Laura said through gritted teeth.

Sarah laughed but stopped teasing the poor woman.

***

Laura ran some water to rinse the dishes. Sarah leaned against the counter and Laura felt her eyes on her. Her breasts felt swollen and ached to be touched. She felt like an adolescent again, consumed with lust and thoughts about sex. 

It seemed like she should feel foolish walking around naked at her age. However, the way Sarah stared at her made her feel anything but foolish. Laura had no way to explain the sudden change. She never imagined touching another woman before. Now she needed to kiss Sarah, caress her and make her sweat and moan and orgasm.

Laura bent to open the dishwasher and heard movement behind her. She almost squealed in surprise when Sarah's hand covered her sex. Laura straightened up and clutched the counter as Sarah slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet the finger slid into her with no resistance at all. Her pussy clutched, trying to suck it in deeper.

"My god, you're sopping wet." Sarah pressed herself against Laura. Her finger slid slowly in and out of Laura's pussy. Sarah slid her arm under Laura's and grabbed her breast, squeezing it each time her finger slid up Laura's channel. "I'm tired of waiting for you to finish the dishes so I'm going to play with your body. Ignore me."

"I, I can't." Laura writhed on Sarah's hand. 

"You better." Sarah squeezed Laura's nipple and used it to lift and extend her breast. After breast-feeding two children Laura didn't think her nipples could be so sensitive but Sarah's stimulation almost brought her to an orgasm. "I don't want you to come until the dishes are done." Sarah put her mouth to Laura's ear so her hot breath sent chills down Laura's spine. "Pay attention to your chores." She sucked Laura's earlobe into her mouth, the wet heat sent Laura closer to an orgasm. "I'd hate to have to punish you." Sarah licked Laura's ear and the sensation made Laura spasm and almost drop a plate.

Sarah eased another finger inside her, again without resistance. Laura squeezed those fingers with all her strength, it felt so good. "Maybe you need a good rhythm to get you moving again." Sarah shoved her fingers in Laura and squeezed her breast at a faster tempo. Laura trembled, feeling the pleasure grow to an inevitable orgasm. She frantically worked on the dishes. Sarah didn't want her to orgasm but Laura couldn't hold off for very long. Not with Sarah fondling her breast and pumping her hand between her legs.

When Sarah slid another finger in Laura, she knew she wasn't going to finish the dishes. Little moans from deep in her throat escaped. Sarah released her breast and Laura sighed, relieved the stimulation had ended. Now she could finish the dishes before she came. When Sarah moved away, Laura felt a little self control return. She almost had her breathing under control. Now if Sarah got her hand out, she could concentrate on - oh, no! 

Sarah pressed up against Laura again only this time Sarah's hot, bare skin pressed against her own. The hand came back to her breast and Sarah's nipples pressed into Laura's back.

"Tell me, Mrs. Westover, have you ever tasted yourself?" Sarah's hands moved in unison again, only a little faster now.

"Uh, no." Laura barely got the words out. She pressed down on Sarah's hand and the woman's nipples abrading her back made her want to scream.

"Then maybe today will be a first." Sarah's hands moved faster. Laura's eyes squeezed shut. She bit her lip. "What do you think it will be like to have your mouth on my pussy?"

Preforming the act, imagining her mouth between Sarah's legs was too much. Laura threw her head back. "Sarah!" She screamed out her name, clamped her legs on Sarah's hand and convulsed for what seemed like forever.

As the last wave of pleasure crashed against her, Sarah grabbed her nipple and pulled it taut then pistoned her fingers fast and hard into Laura. "Naughty girl. I'm going to spank you for disobeying me." Laura's whole body went ridged with another orgasm. 

When her pussy convulsed for the last time Sarah pulled her fingers out of Laura's sopping sex and stepped away. When Laura regained enough energy to face Sarah, the younger woman sat at the table with a huge grin on her face. She had pulled her robe around her hiding everything but her head and one hand. "You're sexy when you come." Sarah's low husky voice sent a shiver through Laura. 




Naked Vows Ch. 02



"My sweet Sarah, that was not nice." What was it about Sarah that gave her multiple orgasms?

"So what?" Sarah's grin widened. "I enjoyed it. Judging by the sounds you made you liked it too."

"You made me disobey you." Laura took a deep breath, making sure her breasts moved enough to catch Sarah's attention.

"You're a strong woman." Sarah's grin faded a little as her eyes glued to Laura's breasts. It took her a little longer than normal to answer. "I thought you had more self control."

"I have a face." Laura slapped her hands to her hips with extra shoulder movement to make her breasts sway.

"I know." Sarah's eyes didn't move, but a smile played around her mouth. "But I'm happy with the current view."

"I see." Laura should have been completely sated but knowing she was going to be naked all weekend had her worked up again. She figured she'd lose five pounds from all the sex she intended to have. "So I guess you've got plenty of self control."

"I have as much self . . . control . . . as . . . " Sarah trailed off, like she lost her train of thought. Laura walked toward her with her hips swaying and breasts bouncing. The way Sarah looked at her made Laura confident she had the desired effect. 

"You don't need self control with me." When Laura got to Sarah, she straddled Sarah's lap and leaned forward so her breasts dangled at eye level.

Laura sat on Sarah's lap and leaned in for a kiss. She moved to within an inch of Sarah's mouth and hesitated. She stroked her fingers through Sarah's hair then pulled her face to her. Laura licked deep into Sarah's mouth then ran her tongue across her teeth. Sarah's arms wrapped around Laura and they pushed their lips tighter until their teeth touched. Sarah's tongue pushed and danced against hers. Laura pulled back so their teeth weren't touching. When Sarah's tongue pushed into Laura's mouth, she clamped her lips around it and sucked, like she was giving oral sex to Tom. She pulled away until their lips parted then pushed back in so Sarah's soft lips pushed against hers.

Sarah let out a little moan as Laura worked her tongue. Sarah's arms tightened around her and one hand slipped down to cup Laura's buttocks.

Laura pulled away and arched her back so her hard nipple was at Sarah's mouth. She took her hand off the younger woman's head and lifted her breast to Sarah's lips. She opened her mouth and sucked the sensitive bud. The wet heat and sucking tension shot electric jolts straight to Laura's clit but this time she was determined to keep control. It was her turn to pleasure Sarah and obviously the younger woman loved her breasts.

Sarah sucked harder, opening her mouth wide to suck Laura's entire breast into her mouth. Her hand left Laura's buttocks and wrapped around Laura's other breast. Laura had to remind herself this was about Sarah's pleasure, not her own. Even so, her pussy was so hot she felt the air trying to cool her soaking, heated sex.

Laura slipped a hand under Sarah's robe and filled her palm with Sarah's breast. She kneaded the soft flesh feeling Sarah's nipple swell. She gently scraped the areola with a fingernail then let her fingers slide up her breast until the nub pressed into her palm and she started kneading again.

When Sarah's hand left Laura's buttocks and headed for her sex Laura forced herself to pull away. It was hard; Laura wanted to feel Sarah's touch between her legs again. But it was only fair to return the pleasure first. Not to mention Laura enjoyed exploring Sarah's body.

"Lets go to your bed."

"No, it's not my bed." Sarah's lips were swollen and parted as she sucked in air.

"It's not?"

"It's not my bed, it's our bed." Sarah smiled and let Laura help her to her feet. "But you're right, lets go."

***

Sarah made Laura go up the stairs first. They could have gone up side by side, but Sarah liked the view too much. Laura didn't seem to mind, she put all the sway into her wide hips that she could and Sarah knew it was just for her.

Laura flung herself on the bed. When she bounced on the mattress, it did interesting things to her body. Sarah's lust ratcheted up another notch and she shrugged her robe off and climbed on top of Laura. She wanted to press her body's length across Laura and feel her nipples rub against her own. Unfortunetly, her large tits flattened to the sides of her chest instead of poking up like Sarah's smaller ones did.

Sarah molded Laura's tit in her hand and pushed it up to rub the older woman's nipple against her own. Laura moaned and grabbed Sarah's ass. Then she shook her head like she was trying to clear it and pushed Sarah onto her back.

Laura rolled on top of her and grinned down. She wiggled around until her nipples grazed Sarah's chest. Then she rocked up and down so her nipples dragged across Sarah's hot skin. After doing that a few times Laura levered herself so her tits dangled in Sarah's face. "Make them wet."

Sarah didn't hesitate to take each nipple in her mouth and lavish the dark areolas with her tongue. After too short a time Laura pulled back.

"Lift your head." Sarah did and her lover slid a pillow under her head. "Now you can watch."

Knowing Laura knew her so well and liked to satisfy her made Sarah feel cared for in a way Frank never managed. Then Laura started rocking again and all thought fled. Sarah watched as Laura's slick nipples dragged up and down her body. God, the way her tits moved drove Sarah wild. Her pussy was on fire, it needed to be touched. Laura was too involved in rubbing her tits on Sarah to notice the way Sarah thrust her pelvis up, looking for anything to stimulate her hot cunt. She couldn't reach her crotch with her hand so she rested her hands on Laura's hips and rode the torment as the lust grew to unknown levels. It didn't take long for Sarah's saliva to dry. Sarah didn't know what turned her on more, Laura's slick nipples sliding over her skin or her dry nipples tugging their way over her own tits.

"That didn't work out quite how I wanted it too." Laura frowned down at her tits. "They dried too fast. I need something better." Laura reached down between her legs and when she brought her hand back up and rubbed her nipple Sarah smelled Laura's arousal.

"Oh," Sarah let the word come out in a long moan of pleasure. Laura used her pussy juice to lubricate her nipples. Sarah thought she would explode with lust as she stared at the swinging tip of Laura's tit. When Laura reached down again Sarah almost came undone when she felt Laura's fingers probing her sex. "Yes, baby, yes!" Sarah pumped against Laura's hand and it took less than five seconds for Sarah to come. Each spasm of her pussy sent shock waves through her body.

"That was nice." Laura brought her hand up and this time spread her juices on Sarah's fat nipple. With both nipples slick with their feminine lubricants Laura started rocking again. This time she made sure her nipples flicked across Sarah's. "I want you to do it again."

Even though she just came, Sarah's pussy still felt on fire and it wasn't long before her hips pumped for Laura's touch on her pussy again. It also didn't take long for Laura's tits to dry. "Well that was disappointing," muttered Laura, playfully.

Sarah knew Laura was about to touch her again for more of her fluids and bit her lip in anticipation. Sarah needed more stimulation to come again, but not much. This time Laura's fingers went to Sarah's pussy first. When Laura's fingers found Sarah's sex she thrust them in then pulled out fast. Sarah barely had time to register the penetration as pleasure before Laura was done. Sarah moaned in protest but Laura ignored her.

Laura's hand came up but instead of wiping the fluid on her tit, she spread it on Sarah's. Laura's slick fingers felt so good on Sarah's nipple her pussy clenched. Pleasure shot through her and she knew she was about to come again.

When Laura removed her fingers, she kept her eyes glued to Sarah's tit. Then she bent down and took Sarah's nipple in her mouth sucking away Sarah's juices.

"Oh god!" Sarah's scream echoed off her bedroom walls. The sensation of Laura sucking her whole tit in her mouth coupled with the knowledge that Laura tasted Sarah's sex for the first time ripped an orgasm out of her. Her body bucked uncontrollably while she screamed and clutched at the sheets as she came undone from the intense pleasure.

Laura timed the suction on Sarah's tit with her pussy's convulsions so the orgasm lasted for almost a whole minute. Then as she calmed down Laura slid her fingers up Sarah's pussy and mashed her clit with her thumb. Sarah flew into another orgasm.

At last Sarah fell limp, spent and aching from all her muscles clenching. As the sweat evaporated off her body Sarah got cold. Laura cuddled up next to her and pulled the comforter across them both. Sarah turned on her side so Laura could spoon her. Just like Sarah did last night Laura reached around and cupped Sarah's tit. Sarah felt like she should say something but dozed off within seconds.

She awoke a little later to Laura's hand stroking her flank and her breath in her hair. Laura must have realized Sarah woke up because she started talking.

"This morning I wondered if I was a lesbian and never knew it." Laura's voice sounded relaxed. "Then I remembered the things Tom did and how he made me feel. I realized the answer is no."

"You need to dump the labels."

"That's not the point I'm trying to make."

"Then what is?" Sarah pushed her ass against Laura. She liked feeling the older women's skin against hers.

"The point, for me anyway, is gender is less important than who you are."

"What does that mean?" Sarah reached back and pulled Laura's leg over her thigh.

"It means, silly, you make me feel this way. It's not your gender or your body, It's who and what you are that turns me on so much. You could be a fat, seventy year old man and it wouldn't make a difference. It's you and only you that make me feel this way."

Sarah's heart skipped a beat. She felt little spikes of emotion before, waves of soul warming affection, but now, now she knew. She was in love with Laura.

"Oh, Laura, no one ever said anything like that to me before." That had to mean Laura was in love with her too, didn't it? "Laura, I-."

Laura jerked away from Sarah. "Did you hear that?"

"No." Then Sarah heard something. "Yes, what is it?"

"My phone!" Laura jumped out of bed and ran for her purse downstairs. 

Sarah picked her robe off the floor and shrugged into it on her way downstairs. When she saw Laura on the phone she knew something bad happened. Even naked there was no mistaking Laura for anything but a top notch business woman. The scowl on her face made Sarah hesitate. "What's wrong?"

Laura held up a finger to silence Sarah as she listened intently to the phone.

"No. You have got to be kidding." Laura paced back and forth while she listened to the phone. "This is not a good time. You don't understand, this is the first private time I've had in years." Laura's tits did interesting things as she marched back and forth. Nevertheless, she looked so angry Sarah was afraid to think about it. "It can wait." Laura looked ready to chew bone, but she sounded defeated. "Fine. First thing Monday I want the department heads in my office. There may be a job opening soon." Laura flipped her phone closed, opened it again, then slapped it closed as hard as she could. "I really miss the old phones you could slam down." Laura tossed her phone at her purse and took a deep breath.

"Bad news from the office?"

"It's a disaster. There's only one or two times a year a problem this big comes around and it has to happen today."

Sarah hovered at the bottom of the stairs, wondering if she should go back up and leave Laura alone. A chill slid down Sarah's spine as she realized how similar Laura and her exhusband were. Frank used to get the same expression when work went bad. He lost patience with her because she didn't understand the importance of his job or worse, treated her like an inconvenience. She couldn't bare it if Laura treated her that way now. Sarah turned to climb the stairs when Laura stopped her.

"Can you forgive me?" Laura walked over to Sarah, but she didn't use her sexy walk, she was in too much of a hurry. She took Sarah's hands in hers then dropped to her knees. "I'm so sorry. I don't want to go."

"I know you don't." Sarah pulled her hands out of Laura's. "You have responsibilities and people who need you." Sarah had neither. There was no way they could stay together, not when Sarah was a complete cipher. She had no hobbies, no friends, no purpose. Laura couldn't stay interested in her. It's why Frank left and eventually it would drive Laura away too.

"You sound so sad. I promise, I'll come back."

"Of course you will." Sarah managed a smile for Laura. "Lets get you dressed. The sooner you get your problem solved the sooner you can come back." Until you get board and leave me forever. Sarah was thankful that call came when it did. She almost made a horrible mistake and told Laura she loved her. "I think we left your cloths in the kitchen."



Naked Vows Ch. 03



"What the hell?" Clair closed and locked Laura's office door behind her. "I've never seen you like this." She fidgeted nervously since Laura stormed into the meeting and uncharacteristically displayed her irritation.

"We're still at work, don't call me Laura."

"It's Saturday and everyone is gone." Clair sat on the couch and Laura saw her professional mask drop. 

"Someone might be around." Laura leaned against her desk and folded her arms and looked stern.

"Stop it, Laura. I locked the door, no one can hear us."

"I should go."

"Laura!" Sarah took a deep breath with her eyes closed, a gesture Laura knew meant Sarah was losing patience. "Come sit on the couch."

"I'm your boss, don't talk to me like that."

"I'm also your sister, and right now I think you need a sister more than a secretary." Clair patted the couch next to her. "Come over here and tell me what is up with you."

"I don't know what to say." Laura pushed back from her desk, reluctantly surrendering that symbol of power. Clair was there for her when Tom died and kept Laura sane despite her own grief. Or at least what passed for sane in that dark time. "Have I ever told you how much I owe you for keeping the business going when Tom died?" Laura collapsed onto the couch.

"Oh." Clair patted Laura's shoulder. "I forgot, yesterday was the anniversary."

"Yes. I wish I could forget."

"So do I. It isn't normal." Clair turned to face Laura straight on. "That explains the irritation. Now tell me what else is going on. When you weren't castrating your people, you got this . . . smile. I haven't seen you like that since Tom - holy shit! You met someone."

Laura turned away, hiding her blush from Clair. "I didn't want you to think I was being unfaithful to Tom. I was, I am, afraid you'll be mad."

"Mad, hell!" Clair let out a joyful whoop. "It's about time! Are you blushing? Holy shit! You're actually blushing!" Clair jumped up and danced a jig then ran to the cabinet where Laura kept her modest liquor supply. "Is that why you didn't want to come in today? Were you with him?"

"Yes." Laura sighed in relief and her blush started to fade.

"Wait!" Clair stopped in mid pour. "I didn't interrupt anything fun, did I?"

"No, we just finished." The look on Clair's face made Laura's cheeks flame again.

"You did it! After ten years it must have been great. Look at your blush." Clair laughed and handed Laura a drink. "You screwed your brains out, didn't you? No need to answer, your red face says it all."

Laura took a drink and tried to act calm.

"That explains the smile and why you castrated the idiots who let the situation get this bad. They'll be lucky if they ever work in this state again." Clair slid onto the couch next to Laura. "Tell me everything, the more details the better."

"I shouldn't kiss and tell." Confessing that she cheated on her dead husband had scared Laura although Clair had encouraged her to meet someone new for years. She had no idea how Clair would react when she found our Laura was gay. Homosexuality never came up in conversation.

"Don't be a bitch!" Clair slapped her shoulder. "Where did you meet?"

"At a bar."

"A bar? You? Why?"

"I must have opened an old box of Tom's stuff because I swear I smelled his cologne and grief overwhelmed me. I had to get out of the house and I went out to find someone to talk to. It was stupid but it seemed like the thing to do so I went to a bar where no one knew me."

"Talk about getting lucky. Did you pick him up or did he pick you up? Did you seduce him or did you let him seduce you?"

"We bumped into each other. Neither one of us belonged there and I think we recognized it. We got a table and talked all night. Sexuality practically dripped down the walls and it kind of excited us and we kissed." Laura finished her drink and fidgeted with the glass.

"Good god, you fucked him on the first date?"

"No, well yes, I guess so, but there's more to it."

"What was it like, being kissed after ten years?"

"It was indescribable." Laura grinned at the memory of that first awkward kiss. "I thought kissing someone else would feel like cheating, but I didn't even think about Tom. It felt right."

"Good. Tom wouldn't want you to live the way you have for the last ten years. The man had an unquenchable lust and he would never have wanted you to be celibate."

"I love him so much. I can't imagine giving my body to another man."

"He loved you too, Laura, but I guarantee if you had died he'd have gotten laid within a month. It wouldn't mean he loved you any less."

"He's a man, love and sex are two different things for them. Still, I thought I had to love someone to have sex with them. Loving someone else seemed like cheating."

"And now?"

"It's complicated."

"Everything with you is complicated. That never stopped you from talking to me before."

"You kept the business together when Tom died and you must have been as hurt as me. Let me pay you more, you're the reason we're here."

"I don't need more money." Clair's good mood started to fade. "Why are you changing the subject?"

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate what you've done and I don't want you to think I did anything to dishonor Tom's memory."

"I don't think that. Laura, what is going on? I know how much you loved Tom, and I know how much you love me. What aren't you saying? Were you forced?" Suddenly Clair looked scary. "Did that miserable son-of-a-bitch date rape you?"

"No! If anything I started it."

"Then what?"

"I feel guilty because I don't feel guilty."

"Of course you do." Clair rolled her eyes. "I guess it's natural. It's stupid but it makes sense. So am I supposed to ask why you don't feel guilty?"

"I think I know why I don't feel guilty."

"This I've got to hear."

"Part of it is . . . I let myself be controlled."

"You? I thought you had to be in control of everything."

"I did. It helped me deal with Tom's death, but all the stress and responsibility of running this place got to me." Laura smiled a small smile. "You don't know how refreshing it was to give up all the responsibility. I didn't wear a stitch of clothing once we were alone. It was such a turn on to be stared at, watched, lusted after. Being naked because I was told to made it even better."

"Laura, I love and respect you, you know that, right?"

"Of course."

"Then stop lying to me."

"I'm not! Why would you think that?"

"During the meeting you were a stone cold bitch. Now you're setting here talking to me and choosing every word carefully. You're hiding something if you aren't outright lying."

"It's hard to admit all these things. Do you think it isn't humiliating to admit I like being controlled? Do you think it was easy to tell you how bad I felt for not feeling bad?"

Clair got them another drink. She poured, handed Laura her drink and sat back on the couch in total silence.

"Say something!" Laura fought not to scream into the punishing silence.

"You have my permission."

"Permission for what?"

"To enjoy a sex life without feeling guilty."

"Thank you," Laura said sarcastically. "What the hell is that about?"

"You're hiding something from me. It's your right, but it hurts."

"Why?"

"You talk about pain and shame and how hard it is to tell me things. Yet you did tell me those things. To tell me you aren't still hiding something when it's painfully obvious you are, hurts. If it's none of my business then say so. Don't insult our friendship with a lie."

Laura stood up and put her drink on the desk. She walked over to the window and stared outside, unable to face Clair. "I'm a lesbian." She had no clue how her friend would react but expected the next few minutes to be wretched. "The person I made love with last night is a woman I met at a gay bar. I went there because I didn't want to be hit on by half drunk men. For some reason it never occurred to me that women might hit on me. I never dreamed I'd be the one hitting on a woman."

"You're not lying." Clair's voice went flat with shock. "You didn't say he or him or anything."

Laura nodded, tears burning her eyes.

"That explains why you didn't feel guilty. Its not cheating if you sleep with a woman." Clair's voice still sounded flat which Laura suspected was to hide her disgust. Then Clair barked out a laugh. "Tom would love this. The man was such a man-whore he'd be humping his own pants just thinking about you screwing another woman." Laura heard Clair gulp down her drink.

"What about you?" Laura turned back to Clair but couldn't quite meet her eyes. "Are you, I don't know, disappointed with me? Do you hate me?"

"Oh, Laura, you poor woman!" Clair jumped to her feet and hugged Laura. "I bet you were scared to death admitting that to me. Of course I'm not mad or disappointed." She drew back and held Laura at arms length. "It is a bit of a shock, though. You have to give me time to adjust."

"It's weird for me too. I've never even looked at another woman like that before. I was so scared you would reject me."

"Nothing you could do would ever make me reject you. You're my family and I love you no matter what."

"Thank you." Laura swallowed the lump in her throat and tried not to cry. "There's one more problem you may have to deal with. If people find out I'm gay, it will destroy the company." She grabbed her drink and took a deep swallow. 

"Maybe." Clair didn't sound convinced.

"You know it will. I'll be fine, I've got tons of money and nothing to spend it on, but what about you?" Laura wiped under her eyes before her makeup ran.

"Don't worry about me. My husband is as rich as I am. I don't work here for the money, I'm here for you." 

"What about my employees? If business drops enough, there will be layoffs."

"That might happen, but I doubt it."

"Why?"

Clair laughed. "Are you kidding? You have a reputation for being a ball buster. If you don't think your competitors are already calling you a man-hating dyke, you're a fool! All it will do is confirm their opinions. The people who really respect you will still respect you because you've earned it. If they never respected you, well, then you've lost nothing." Clair took Laura's drink and set it aside then took her hands. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. If you're worried then be discrete. I saw glimpses of true happiness in you today. Don't let idiots take that away." Clair hugged Laura and Laura threw her arms around her sister as her tears escaped. She was so afraid she'd lose Clair's friendship.

"Thank you, Clair." Laura wiped her eyes again, careful not to smudge her makeup.

"For what?"

"Accepting all this. I know it's a lot to take in all at once."

"I'd be lying if I denied it." Clair shook her head and groaned. "When my husband hears about this, god, the fantasies he will have. You realize he'll want you to hook up with me so he can watch."

Laura's eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with both hands to hide her laugh.

"That's better." Clair led Laura back to the couch. "I have some questions I need to ask before you go back to your lady lover."

"What?" Laura felt like she was flying. Her confession went better than she ever dared hope for.

"When do I get to meet her?"

"Later, I want her to myself for a while."

"I can understand that." All the levity left Clair's face. "Were you a lesbian when you were with Tom? Did you lie to yourself?"

"No." Laura smiled triumphantly. "I can say with complete confidence it's not that Sarah is a woman, it's that Sarah is Sarah. Gender has nothing to do with it."

"Good." Clair sighed with relief. "I thought you loved Tom. I would have hated to find out something was missing from your marriage."

"Nothing was missing. To be honest, you're right, it didn't feel like cheating because I slept with a woman. I couldn't have made love with another man."

"Then there's one thing left to do today."

"What's that?"

"I'm going to clear your schedule for Monday so you can make up the time you lost today. Go back to Sarah. Yes, go back to her and have some fun. I'll see you Tuesday."

"But I already told those department heads to come in first thing Monday.

"I'll take care of it. Making them sweat one more day might help them get their heads on again. You can afford to take a day off and you will. Now go back to Sarah and make up those lost years."

***

Sarah tipped the wine bottle over her glass and grunted when nothing came out. She started drinking about an hour after Laura left, and this was the second bottle she finished since then. It didn't seem like enough time passed for her to have drunk two bottles. A glance at the clock told her more than eight hours passed which explained why she wasn't drunk. Those eight hours felt like weeks yet they all seemed a blur, and why shouldn't they? She hadn't bothered to do anything since Laura left. Oh well, time for another bottle.

Sarah made her way to the fridge for bottle number three. She ran over numerous scenarios on what to do when Laura came back. If Laura came back. They ranged from not even letting her in to throwing herself at Laura's feet and begging not to be thrown away.

What was up with that, any way? They knew each other for less than a day and Sarah felt like they had a solid relationship. It made no sense. Just because they had their first gay experience didn't mean they were married. Nevertheless, Sarah did feel married. She wanted Laura and no one else. It must be the wine. There was no other reason for her to feel that way, especially when she knew how this relationship would end.

"Where's the damn cork screw?" Sarah searched the counter top and the drawer where it belonged but couldn't find it. Then she remembered, she left it on the coffee table. She was reaching for it when the doorbell rang. Sarah froze, it had to be Laura. Now what? Let her doomed lover in or pretend she wasn't home?

After a minor eternity the doorbell rang again. Sarah took a couple steps toward the door then hesitated. If she let Laura in her resolve would disappear leaving her unable to protect herself from the inevitable pain.

As if in slow motion Sarah watched the handle turn and realized the decision was out of her hands. The door pushed open and there stood Laura with fresh makeup and a different hair style. She looked like she stepped out of a nineteen seventies fashion magazine. Sarah's mouth dropped open; Laura was beautiful.

"Can I come in?" Laura's bright smile faded a little and Sarah saw her hand work the doorknob.

Sarah stood frozen. She wanted Laura in her arms but how could a woman like Laura not break her heart?

"Say something." All the excitement and joy drained out of Laura's face and she dropped her gaze to the floor.

Sarah wanted to say something but no words came to mind. Just as she predicted, once Laura came in all her self resolve vanished. She couldn't protect herself from the pain she knew was coming.

"You're not being fair." Laura looked up at Sarah but didn't quiet meet her eyes. "I know you didn't want me to leave. I didn't want to leave, but I had to. I'm a mother and I run a business. I always have to answer the phone if they call. No one calls unless it's an emergency. It's not right for you to ask me to choose between you and them."

Choose? Laura thought she wanted her to choose between her work and family and Sarah? Sarah knew how that choice would go. If she had a baby, she knew it would always come first. The only thing she wanted more than Laura was a baby. She took a deep breath and tried to think of something to say.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" Laura's gaze fell on the two empty bottles on the coffee table. This time when Laura looked at Sarah her expression changed. She still looked worried and afraid, but there was a different quality to her features now. "Is that the robe you had on this morning?"

Sarah looked down at her robe and realized she didn't bother getting dressed. Her hand shot to her hair and she winced at how she must look. The two empty bottles on the table and the new one in her hand added to the pathetic picture. She felt like a mouse staring into the eyes of a rattlesnake.

Laura stepped inside and closed the door. "I had a long talk with my secretary after I dealt with work." Laura set down an overnight bag and lifted the empty wine bottles. "She's my friend and Tom's sister. I was so scared but I had to tell her about you."

"Why?" Sarah didn't understand the sudden change in Laura. She looked more afraid than Sarah felt. "You should have lied. That way when . . . " Sarah's throat closed around the words. That way when you dump me no one will know you went gay.

"Not to her. She knows me to well and I love her too much to tell her anything but the truth. Don't get the wrong idea, it was hard admitting I felt like I cheated on my husband."

"You didn't tell her I'm a woman?" Sarah's stomach twisted with bittersweet relief. Laura could go back to her old life without difficulty. Sarah didn't want anything bad to happen to Laura; she was too good a person to let one night with another woman tarnish her reputation.

"Of course I told her you're a woman. I told her all about you. I'm not saying it was easy, her opinion of me matters, Sarah, but I'm not ashamed of you." Laura took the empty bottles into the kitchen. Sarah didn't follow her. Remembering Laura naked in the kitchen hurt too much.

"I can tell something I did upset you," Laura said when she came back in the living room. "Did I remind you of Frank. I understand about scars from the past. I've had to deal with a lot of those."

Sarah felt more naked and defenseless than she ever imagined possible. It was like Laura read her mind. How could she face Laura if the older woman knew all her feelings and thoughts? Was it only this morning she believed she was a strong woman? Was it this morning she thought she would never feel weak and worthless again?

"I know what it's like to want to be free of your scars and change who you are. For the first time in ten years I did it. That's what you gave me. I hope I can give you the same thing." Laura walked back to her bag and opened it before facing Sarah again. "I did something this morning to take away your self confidence, I made you feel like you stepped into your old life. I'm sorry. If that's who you have to be I can accept it, but I'd rather have you be the confident, take charge woman, who seduced me last night."

Laura reached under her left arm and unzipped her light blue summer dress. It came down to her knees and looked like a good breeze would lift it up and give a good show. Laura pushed the straps off her shoulders and let it fall. She stood before Sarah looking demurely at the floor. Her black lace and green satin lingerie offset her skin nicely. Sarah liked the contrast between smooth skin and course lace. Laura put her arms behind her and faced Sarah with squared shoulders and put one foot in front of the other. A garter belt covered the slight sag of Laura's soft belly and covered most of the stretch marks. The straps from the garter belt went down the front of Laura's legs. Her skimpy panties held them tight against her skin until they reached her black stockings.

Sarah stared in awe, Laura was so beautiful, she wanted this moment to last. She tried to etch every line and curve into her memory. Laura might break Sarah's heart in the future but until then Sarah intended to enjoy every second of their time together.

"Can I continue?" For a moment Sarah didn't realize what Laura meant.

"Yes," Sarah finally managed.

Laura knelt down to lift her dress off the floor. She folded it then put it in her bag.

"What do I take off next?"

"Your bra."

Laura reached behind her and unfastened the bra. She pulled the straps off her shoulders then peeled the cups off her magnificent tits. As her nipples swelled so did Sarah's lust. Once Laura folded her bra and put it in her bag she stood in the same pose giving Sarah an unobstructed view of her full, luscious body.




Naked Vows Ch. 03



"May I continue?"

This time Sarah had no trouble with the question or her answer. "No. Turn around, face the door."

Laura faced the door and Sarah gasped in painful desire. Laura's hips were a little too wide and her thighs a little too heavy to be admirable by modern standards. The thong's thin strap accented that reality. Sarah realized Laura knew she wasn't wearing lingerie that flattered her shape. This wasn't something Laura would wear on her own, she wore it especially for Sarah. Knowing Laura wore that for her despite how it made her look bigger made Laura even more beautiful to the younger woman. It was a gift as precious as any person could give.

"You can turn back around now." Sarah's voice was husky with lust. 

Laura's hands reached up to the slim waist band of her panties to push them down her thighs but Sarah stopped her.

"No. Leave them on. I'll tell you when you can take them off."

"You're so beautiful and young and vibrant." Laura parted her legs and put her hands behind her head which lifted her tits a little. "Do you know how vulnerable I feel? I have responsibilities I have to honor. Beyond that, I'm yours."

Sarah's confidence returned as Laura stripped. Laura somehow brought her confidence out. However that last phrase scared Sarah and shattered her confidence. It left her feeling afraid and safe at the same time. "What does that mean?" Something important was happening and it scared Sarah. 

"I'm not sure." Laura's voice quavered and Sarah watched the older woman tremble. In fear? Did Laura, like Sarah, not know what her offer meant? "What do you want it to mean?"

Once again Laura gave Sarah all the power. More than that, Laura offered some kind of commitment, something binding. With that bond came a responsibility Sarah shouldn't accept but knew she would.

"I'll tell you what it means." Sarah licked her dry lips. If Laura wanted her to be in control then Sarah would take it. She wanted to have control the way Frank did, except without the manipulation and destruction of spirit. "It means you're mine. Mine to take care of, mine to take responsibility for. When we're together, my pleasure comes first, even if - no - especially if my pleasure is giving you pleasure."

Sarah took a deep breath. What she was about to do would either send Laura running or prove Laura was serious about their relationship. Better to know now. "Come over here and get across my knees. It's time for your spanking."

Laura's eyes went wide. "You're going to spank me?"

"Yes. You came when I specifically asked you not to. Remember?"

"I remember, but I didn't think you meant it."

The little spot in Sarah 's mind that didn't believe she could ever be happy thrilled at the prospect of Laura running away never to return. Better to be abandoned now before she fell into even deeper love. "It will please me." Sarah resolved to give Laura a real spanking, one she would feel for a day or so. If that didn't turn Laura away then nothing would. Sarah sat in the middle of the couch and patted her lap.

Laura, looking as apprehensive as she did the night they met, crawled on the couch. She positioned herself so her ass thrust up from Sarah's lap. 

***

Laura couldn't believe she was about to get spanked like a naughty child. At first Laura worried about how much it would hurt. As Sarah's hand roamed all over Laura's back side, she began to think it wouldn't happen at all; that Sarah was playing a joke. That should have relieved her, but much to her surprise, it was disappointing. She knew Sarah wouldn't really hurt her so getting spanked kind of turned her on.

She started to relax as Sarah's hands stroked her bare behind. It felt good and she knew she was wet. Laura had started to lubricate when she undressed for Sarah. Taking her cloths off while being watched was the best foreplay she ever had. 

Laying across Sarah's lap with her bottom in the air seemed a bit on the kinky side and Laura liked it. Tom never did anything like this but Laura thought he might have if they had had the time. Still, Laura couldn't quite believe she went from a straight business woman to a kinky lesbian in a day.

The sound of Sarah's hand slapping her bottom startled Laura into a yelp. It took a second for the sting to register.

"Wow." Sarah's hand rested on Laura's butt where it landed. "The way your ass moves when I hit it is so hot." Sarah rubbed her hand around a little, rubbing some of the sting out.

"Glad you liked it." Laura tried to sound annoyed, but the truth was she felt the slap deep in her core. Soon she'd be humping against Sarah's lap and not because she wanted to avoid the pain. "This is so humiliating."

"You sound like you aren't having a good time." Sarah lifted her hand and brought it down a little harder on Laura's other cheek.

Laura sucked in her breath, that one hurt a little more and simultaneously sent a shock wave straight to her pussy. If Sarah wasn't careful, she might make Laura orgasm from this "punishment." "I'm being spanked like a naughty little girl, of course I'm not enjoying it."

"Then you wont mind if I check it out for myself." Sarah hooked a finger under the thong and tugged the material tight against Laura's pussy. She tugged at it a few times until Laura felt it slip between her lips. It felt so good. Laura bit into the cushion to keep from moaning out loud. Then Sarah slid her finger under the thin strap of fabric between Laura's butt cheeks. If she went much further, she would see just how much Laura did enjoy it.

"Get on with it." Laura had trouble with the words and doubted she sounded as board or annoyed as she wanted to.

"Patience, my naughty little girl." Sarah's finger slid over Laura's anus. Laura bucked and her whole body went tense. Being touched there was not supposed to feel so good. She never even considered anal sex before. It seemed dirty and uncomfortable at best, but Sarah's gentle caress made a lie of it all. She found herself wanting Sarah to touch her there again. "Oh, you liked that, didn't you?"

"No!" Laura answered too fast and too violently to be anything but a lie. "I hated it, didn't you see how I moved?"

"Oh, I saw, all right." Sarah's finger stopped between Laura's entrance and her anus. "If you hated it so much, this won't get a reaction." Sarah slid her finger over Laura's anus again. Laura never expected to orgasm without stimulating her sex, but Sarah pushed her to the edge.

"You have to stop." Laura practically screamed into the couch cushion. "Please, stop now." This was wrong, Laura wasn't an actress in a porn flick who enjoyed whatever perverted thing happened to her. She wasn't a pervert and she refused to enjoy it. 

"I do, do I? You don't find this pleasing? I hope you aren't lying to me." Sarah's finger continued its journey to Laura's vagina. "Looks like you lied." Sarah moved her finger deep inside Laura's vagina. "You're so wet I bet you're about to come." Sarah moved her finger in circles pushing against every wall of Laura's channel she could reach.

Laura was beyond speech. She grabbed the couch cushion in her fists and moaned into it.

"I want to know one thing, You can answer one little question for me, can't you?" Sarah asked as her finger slipped out of Laura's sex.

"Yes!" The word exploded out of Laura's mouth but she didn't know if it was an answer to Sarah's question or a release from her intense pleasure.

"Are you turned on because you're laying over my lap in your underwear?" Sarah's hand caressed Laura from her garter belt down to her stocking tops. "Or is it the spanking, the slap of flesh against flesh that makes your pussy so wet?" Sarah brought her hand down on Laura's butt again with the hardest swat yet. Laura let out a squeal and almost came again. "Or is it this?" Sarah's finger found her sex again. Once she lubricated her finger she brought it back up and traced little circles over her anus. 

Laura's body went ridged as she tried to hold off her orgasm. She couldn't come from those things, it was so very wrong. Her breath came in ragged gasps; she was too breathless to moan.

"You don't like any of this, do you?"

Laura shook her head frantically from side to side.

"I give you permission to like it. In fact I insist you like it. I want you to like it. If you understand me, come now." Sarah continued stroking Laura's anus as she brought her other hand down hard on Laura's bottom.

Laura came. Her sex flooded her panties and Sarah's lap in time with her convulsions. As the crashing wave of her orgasm began to subside, Laura realized she was crying into the couch.

Sarah stroked Laura's back and made soothing noises. "Was that a little too intense for you?" Laura nodded her head, unable to manage any more. "It was intense for me too, the first time Frank did it to me. Not as intense as it was for you, though. Give yourself a few minutes to calm down so we can finish your punishment."

"F-finish? Aren't you done?"

"No, my sweet. You're about to get a proper spanking." Sarah ran a slow, gentle finger up and down Laura's spine. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd come so hard and fast. I had no idea what a kinky little minx you are."

"I'm not kinky." Laura felt a little tingle of pride despite her words. Straight laced business owner Laura Westover was kinky!

"Then why did you come? I barely touched your pussy."

"I don't know."

"You squirted again. Somehow I imagine a woman has to be seriously turned on to do that."

"I... I'm not a pervert."

"Pervert?" Sarah stopped stroking Laura's back and patted her side. "Set up so we can talk. You need to understand something."

Laura got up but when she felt the cool air hit her thighs she hesitated. "I can't set, I'll ruin your couch."

"Go get a towel from the bathroom." Sarah stood and shrugged the robe off then tossed it to Laura. "Put that in there too."

Laura caught the robe, barely, distracted by Sarah's nude body. Sarah reclined on the couch, spreading her arms across the back and crossing her legs.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Laura thought about it and realized Sarah was right, a picture of her posed like that was an excellent idea. "Do you have a camera?" Her arms were wide showing off her breasts and her crossed legs showed a hint of her pubic hair.

"Hurry up." The smirk vanished from Sarah's face and she brought her arms down to cover her breasts.

Sarah's spell wasn't broken, but Laura took the hint and walked her sexy walk to the bathroom. She intended to get a painting of Sarah in that pose on the couch. That kind of beauty shouldn't be wasted.

After Laura toweled herself off, she walked back to Sarah making sure her breasts jiggled the way Sarah liked. She laid a towel out on the couch bending at the waist to provide Sarah an excellent view of her swaying breasts. When she sat, she folded her arms under her breasts to better display her dark nipples. As she expected Sarah never stopped staring at her breasts.

"Now, about this spanking you want to give me. I think we can find better things to do with our time."

"You're supposed to be a little kinky." Sarah licked her lips as her hand drifted toward Laura's breasts. She checked the motion and forced herself to look at Laura's face. "Just because you enjoy something doesn't make you a bad person. If a little anal play turns you on, then it turns you on. We are willing adults. We aren't hurting anyone. If you have a problem with the things I like to do to you, you better speak up now. You gave yourself to me and I told you what it meant. I like touching you like that. In fact, I'm going to touch you like that a lot more."

"Well, if you like it, then . . . " Laura lost track of the conversation. For some reason Sarah never gained the confidence most adults took for granted. Less than half an hour ago Sarah could barely speak. Now she was laying down rules and insisting they be followed. Laura realized she gave Sarah that confidence. Sarah felt safe ordering Laura around and didn't worry about her walking out. Something about Laura completed Sarah the same way Sarah's desire to be in charge fulfilled Laura. Her heart skipped a couple beats in pure joy. 

"If I like it, then what?" Sarah's confident voice brought Laura back to the moment.

"Then you'll do it. Like you said, I gave myself to you so there's nothing I can do about it now."

"I'm glad you understand. Now stand up and strip off those panties. You have an ass I want to turn red."

Laura didn't hesitate. She jumped to her feet and pushed her panties down her legs. She knew Sarah would spank her bottom red, but she also anticipated another mind-blowing orgasm. When Sarah finished spanking her, Laura had a little surprise of her own.

"This time when you crawl across my lap keep one leg on the floor. I want easy access to your pussy. I want to make sure you're actually being punished, not rubbing against whatever you can find to get off."

Laura moved on her hands and knees over Sarah's lap. "Before we get started my breast itches. Think you can scratch it for me real quick?"

Sarah's hand found Laura's breast and kneaded it. Laura felt her nipple harden between Sarah's fingers. She closed her eyes in bliss.

"Is this better?"

"Yes. You really know how to scratch my itch."

Sarah giggled and slapped Laura's rump. "Get down, I don't have all night, I have other things to do."

"Like what?"

"Like work on your vocabulary. I'm holding your tit, not your breast. I also want you to make me come. I like it when you make me come."

"Oh, I'll make you come all right." Laura settled down onto Sarah's naked lap. Sarah adjusted her position until Laura had one leg on the floor and her pussy exposed.

"There, that's how I want you. I can play with your pussy." Sarah cupped Laura's damp sex. "Or I can play with your asshole." Her finger caressed Laura's tight little rosebud. "But I won't do that. You're not going to distract me with another orgasm. Best of all, I can feel your pussy hair on my leg. Every time you wiggle I'll feel those little hairs tickle me." 

Sarah gave Laura a good swat that made her damp pussy wetter and vibrated her clit. Sarah rubbed the pain out then brought her other hand down on the other cheek and rubbed the pain out again. Then she made Laura's butt sting in earnest with a flurry of blows. Although Sarah spent a lot of time rubbing Laura's bottom and pussy, Laura didn't enjoy it.

Laura gritted her teeth in pain. Sarah's hands covered her whole backside and went as low as mid thigh. Every time Laura decided to end this she remembered how distraught Sarah was when Laura came back. It didn't take someone with Laura's experience in reading people to figure out Sarah wanted to push Laura away to avoid being heartbroken later. For Sarah this wasn't about being in charge, sexual play, or even about punishment. It was about finding a way to deal with her fear. 

Sarah wanted to be in charge but the way Laura left this morning showed how little control Sarah had. Knowing how frightened Sarah was is the only reason Laura didn't put a stop to the spanking. If the best way to help was to get her bottom spanked raw then so be it. 

"You can get up now." Sarah sounded subdued instead of in control.

"I didn't think you were ever going to stop." Laura moved slow, her bottom felt on fire. She expected to remember this every time she sat for the next little while. "Am I forgiven?"

"There's nothing to forgive, it was supposed to be a game. I should have stopped when you came."

"Why didn't you?" Laura kept her voice casual, she didn't want Sarah to think she was angry.

"Why did you let me do that to you?"

"Why do you think?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked."

"Don't you remember?"

"Stop answering my questions with questions!" Sarah worked her thumbnail between her two top front teeth. "Why did you let me spank you for so long?"

"I gave myself to you. You said that meant you're in control. If I stopped you, it would be the same as saying you aren't in control."

"Not that much control. You're a strong woman, a leader. You shouldn't have sat there and taken it."

"I won't be setting down for a while." Laura smiled and gave Sarah a playful poke in her side to lighten the mood.

"Stop it. I'm serious." Sarah stopped biting her thumbnail and covered her breasts with her arm. "You were supposed to stop me, to fight back."

Laura frowned. This wasn't the conversation she expected to have. "Why was I supposed to fight back? I gave myself to you, I thought I wasn't supposed to fight back."

"Just because I get to call the shots doesn't mean you have to stop being a person."

"I want to relax when I'm with you which means I don't have to make decisions. I'm not going to stop being a person."

"I did." Sarah got up and went to the bathroom for her robe. Laura followed her. 

"What are you talking about? You're still a person."

"I'm trying to be." Sarah pulled the robe on.

"This is about Frank." Laura knew when frank left it wounded Sarah to her core. Something Laura did this morning reminded Sarah of how frank treated her. "He did things like that to you, only it wasn't a game."

"He never spanked me or got remotely violent. Frank took charge and I let him until it became a habit to do what he said. I thought I had to so he would keep loving me."

"Only it didn't work." Laura pulled Sarah into a hug.

"He left me anyway. It destroyed me. I was helpless and pathetic. I don't want you to be that way."

"Don't worry about it." Laura chuckled. "It will never happen to me."

"How do you know?"

"My life doesn't revolve only around you. I'm sorry if that hurts, but it's true. I have my children and my job which give me plenty of balance. On the other hand I doubt you have any balance at all."

"I don't. Someday you'll get board and leave me like Frank did."

"No, I won't. Want to know why?"

Sarah nodded her head on Laura's shoulder.

"Because you're going to get balance too. Once you get a hobby or a job, your life will expand and you'll get balance. You might even get board with me."

"I don't have hobbies or even any skills to get a job."

"Then go to school or share my hobbies with me. See? Problem solved. Now you don't have to worry about me getting board and leaving or turning me into a weak minded woman."

"Are you sure?"

"I'd bet my company on it. If fact, I am betting my company on it. Do you feel better?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"Good, I only wish we had this talk before you decided to turn my bottom red. I don't think I'll be walking sexy for a bit."

"I won't do it again."

"I'm not saying that. If you'll recall, I got into it at the beginning. Next time don't get so carried away. Lets go take a shower." They both worked up a sweat while Sarah slapped Laura's bottom. "I've got a little surprise for you."

"Lead the way." Sarah grinned and Laura felt a little tension leave. Sarah was fine now. "I want to watch your ass, see how red it is."

"Red enough." Laura winced as she zipped her bag closed. She didn't want Sarah to get a peek at her surprise as they went up stairs.



Naked Vows Ch. 04



"So what's the surprise?" Sarah watched Laura close her bag. "Is it in there?"

"Nope. Well, part of it, I guess, but it's not the important thing." Laura started up the stairs giving Sarah an excellent view of her red ass. Sarah winced and felt a little guilty, she hadn't meant to do that and had no idea what came over her. At the same time it turned her on. Her hand put that color on Laura's pale skin and she liked marking Laura as her own.

"Your ass looks sexy when it's red. The color is already fading though, so I doubt it will hurt for very long." Sarah caressed Laura's ass and it felt hot, outraged at the pain inflicted there. "Maybe I should do something more permanent. You know, give you something to remember me by while you're at work."

"Maybe," agreed Laura.

"I meant that as a joke, I won't do that again."

"I know, but having your mark is a turn on."

"So what's this surprise you have for me?"

"My secretary freed up Monday so we can still have a full weekend together!"

"That's wonderful! Any ideas how we're going to spend all that time?"

"A couple. " Laura grinned at Sarah over her shoulder. "Now hurry up and take a shower while I get the room ready."

"Aren't you going to shower with me?"

"Nope, so you better make it fast!"

Sarah turned into the bathroom while Laura continued to Sarah's bedroom.

***

While Sarah showered, Laura set several candles around the room. She put a George Winston CD in Sarah's music player then laid out her new supplies on the night stand. Spreading a soft thick blanket over the bed was the final touch.

"This is quite the contrast from what happened downstairs," Sarah said from the doorway.

"Eek! You startled me." Laura glared at Sarah with her hands on her hips. "How long were you there?"

Sarah leaned against the doorframe, nude except for the towel wrapping her hair. She folded her arms under her breasts and grinned. "Not long, but long enough to admire your red ass. It's faded a bit more, but it still looks nice."

"I'm glad you like the view." Laura went to Sarah, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her tenderly. Sarah opened her mouth but Laura pulled away before Sarah deepened the kiss. "My turn for a shower."

"Hmm, I think I'll join you and wash your back."

"How thoughtful of you." Laura grinned. "But I need you to light the candles for me." She grabbed the bottle of massage oil then walked across the hall to the bathroom and locked the door.

"I have a key!" Sarah shouted.

"Light the candles, please." Laura put the bottle of oil in the sink and ran hot water over it. By the time she finished her shower it would be nice and warm. "And start the music!" Laura washed as fast as she could then toweled dry. What she intended to do made her heart beat faster in anticipation and a little fear.

When Laura stepped into the hall, she heard the romantic piano music and took a deep breath. George Winston would forever remind her of this evening. The bedroom was lit only by candles. Sarah lay on the bed with her hands behind her head and her feet crossed at the ankles. She looked so lithe and slim and sexy Laura's heart skipped like a teenager's. She still found it hard to believe Sarah chose her, wanted to be with her.

"So what is it you have planned for tonight?" Sarah smiled down along her body at Laura and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Tonight, my sweet, beautiful, lover, I will make love to you."

"Haven't we been doing that all along?"

"Nope. We've been having sex. Mind blowing, spectacular sex, but just sex."

"What's the difference?" Sarah smirked like she thought Laura was playing a word game.

"If you don't already know, you'll find out soon enough."

"You're serious." Sarah's smirk faded into a puzzled expression.

"Yes." Laura bit her lip, still nervous about her plan. "You may have to be patient. I'm not sure how this will work."

"Of course I'll be patient, I don't want being with me to be a chore."

"Never that." Laura grinned. "It's when I'm not with you that everything seems like a chore."

Sarah raised herself on her elbows and smiled seductively at Laura. "So what do I have to do for you to make love to me."

"You have to set on the edge of the bed and relax." Laura picked up the brush from the night stand and crawled behind Sarah.

"You're going to brush my hair? How is that making love?" Sarah started to turn but Laura stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"You'll see. Now relax and listen to the music." Laura ran the brush through Sarah's hair, starting at the tips then working her way closer to the scalp. She remembered Tom doing this for her and how relaxing it was. The care and gentle attention always made Laura feel extra loved and cherished. The steady, gentle strokes lulled her into a relaxed trance that made their lovemaking resonate in her soul. Judging from the way Sarah sighed and relaxed, it worked the same for her.

"Now lay on your stomach on the blanket." 

"Like this?" Sarah moved forward until she faced Laura on all four's. She arched her back and flipped her hair to make her breasts prominent. Then she lowered herself onto her elbows with her bottom high in the air and her breasts flattened under her body. Then she worked her legs back so her butt swayed from side to side until she sprawled on the towel. Her unrepentant grin told Laura she knew exactly what effect she had. 

"God," muttered Laura. She grabbed her breasts, tempted to give in to unbridled lust. She fought the desire to attack the younger woman in a sexual frenzy. Laura managed to bank her sexual fires only because Sarah didn't know the difference between sex and making love. Sarah deserved to know what making love felt like. "I wish you didn't know what you do to me. Now stay there and try to relax. This will take a while."

Laura straddled Sarah, resting her bottom on her lovers, facing her feet. Using generous amounts of oil Laura ran her hands up and down Sarah's legs careful to avoid any sexual region.

"How does that feel?"

"It feels like a message." Sarah sounded disappointed which was fine by Laura. It would make what was about to happen feel so much better.

"This is just the beginning, sweetness." Once Laura finished with Sarah's thighs she turned around and started on Sarah's bottom, again being careful to avoid erogenous zones.

"Don't get me wrong," said Sarah. "It's nice, but I thought we were going to make love."

"We are. At least I'm making love to you, you're being made love to. We aren't making love. It's a subtle distinction but it will be clear soon enough." When Laura moved past Sarah's bottom, she used extra oil on her back. She knew how relaxed Sarah was by her slow breathing. Time to change the situation. Laura leaned forward and slid her breasts up and down Sarah's back. Sarah sucked in a breath and let out a little moan. Laura smashed her breasts into Sarah's back and whispered in her ear. "Next time I'll set up a mirror so you can watch my breasts slide against your skin."

"Please do." Sarah's breathing wasn't so relaxed anymore.

Laura moved up so the sensitive tips of her breasts slid through the oil on Sarah's skin. Then she adjusted her position and rubbed her pubic hair on Sarah's bottom. She leaned forward and whispered in Sarah's ear again. "Can you tell how wet I am for you?" Laura heard Sarah's breath hitch. Smiling, Laura rubbed her pussy hair and breasts against Sarah for a few more seconds before she climbed off her lover. "Time to turn over."

Sarah flipped onto her back and leered at Laura's breasts.

"Your tits are all smooth and shiny looking." Sarah grabbed Laura's breast and let her fingers slide over the older woman's slippery skin.

"Stop that and lay down." Laura pulled out of Sarah's reach but covered her breast where Sarah's hand had been. Her touch felt so good.

Sarah grinned, unrepentant. "If you say so."

"I do say so. I want this to be special for you."

"Everything you-."

"Be quiet, don't change the mood."

"Yes mother." The words sounded sarcastic but Sarah sighed in contentment.

Laura straddled Sarah facing her feet and started with her toes. She moved slow, manipulating each toe careful not to tickle. When she left the toes and moved on to the shins she felt Sarah's hands on her hips. She almost told Sarah to put her hands down but changed her mind. 

Still avoiding anything sexual, Laura moved up to Sarah's thighs. Sarah's breath sounded slow, like she was about to fall asleep. Laura realized she was stalling, letting her nervousness take control. Time to move things along.

Laura turned around to kiss Sarah, at first rubbing her lips across Sarah's until the younger woman opened her mouth, inviting Laura in. She accepted the invitation and licked past Sarah's lips, finding her tongue. Laura took her time, concentrating on all the subtleties of Sarah's mouth. She liked Sarah's dry, rough textured, lips pushing against her own. Sarah's breath on her cheek gave her goose bumps and the occasional little moan tested Laura's self control. 

When passion started driving her, Laura broke the kiss and moved her mouth over Sarah's throat. She kissed from one ear, down under Sarah's jaw then up to the other ear. Sarah's hands caressed Laura's back. Laura moved a hand up Sarah's ribs until she touched Sarah's breast. She let her fingers curl around the base of the soft mound then stopped. Sarah moaned in frustration and tried to move so Laura's hand covered her breast. Laura didn't let her. 

Instead she moved down Sarah's body flicking her tongue against Sarah's skin. She moved with slow deliberation toward Sarah's other breast. When she felt the soft flesh under her lips, she started a slow spiral, working around and around toward the sensitive peak. Laura varied her caress sometimes licking, sometimes sucking at the smooth skin and sometimes trailing gentle kisses. 

Sarah's hands gripped her head, trying to force Laura's mouth to her nipple but Laura ignored her. When her mouth closed in on her swollen goal Laura moved her hand up over Sarah's other breast and squeezed. Sarah arched her back, pushing her breast harder against Laura's hand. When Laura pulled Sarah's nipple into the warm heat of her mouth, the younger woman cried out.

Laura smiled around Sarah's nipple knowing she was close to orgasm. Before Sarah tipped over that edge, Laura released her breasts and trailed little kisses down to her navel. Sarah moaned in desperation and tried to move Laura's head back to her breasts. Again, Laura ignored her. When she made it to Sarah's navel, she circled her tongue around the little hole and watched Sarah squeeze her own breasts. 

Laura took a deep breath. The time had come to cross that last line. She moved her mouth lower and felt Sarah's pubic hair against her chin. She brought her face lower and nuzzled the short curly hair then eased Sarah's legs apart.

"Laura?" Sarah looked down the length of her body.

The younger woman's eyes were wide and glassy but held an unfocused intensity. Laura nodded, answering Sarah's unspoken question. "I want to taste you. I want you to come against my mouth." Sarah's eyes rolled back and her head dropped onto the mattress.

Laura stared between Sarah's legs unsure what to do. Should she put her mouth over Sarah's sex and bring her to orgasm or tease her a little more? Better for them both if she explored. She brought her mouth down to the crease where leg connected to crotch and licked across her upper thigh. Then she worked her tongue down the other side. Sarah gripped her breasts tighter and thrashed her head from side to side. 

Pulling back, Laura stared into Sarah's pussy, studying it, trying to decide where to touch next. She tried to remember what Tom did to her but her mind was blank. Sarah's labia looked swollen as they pushed out from her outer lips. The soft skin glistened with moisture in the flickering candle light. Laura took the scent deep into her nose. The musky odor heightened her own lust and she had to slip a hand between her legs to ease her own building passion. She wanted to explore Sarah's sex with her mouth and learn all the subtle details. She wanted to discover what Sarah liked and didn't like. Too bad they weren't in any condition to wait long.

Laura fit her mouth over Sarah's sex and licked deep into her center. For the first time in her life, Laura tasted a woman.

"Ah, god!" Sarah bucked against Laura's face. Her hands tangled in Laura's hair.

Laura shoved her tongue as deep into Sarah's pussy as she could. The skin inside Sarah's sex was surprisingly smooth. After a few seconds she licked up Sarah's opening, parting the skin until she felt a hard little nub against her tongue. Sarah cried out again and pulled Laura's face hard into her pussy. Laura felt her teeth grind into the sensitive flesh. Sarah didn't seem to notice. Her whole body arched off the bed and she screamed. Then her pelvis bucked uncontrollably. Laura only kept in contact because Sarah had such a tight grip on her head. Laura kept as much of her mouth on Sarah's pussy as she could manage. The climax seemed to go on and on.

"No more, god, no more." Sarah pushed Laura's face off her pussy then lay limp, trying to catch her breath.

Laura rested her head on Sarah's thigh and masturbated herself to orgasm. It didn't take long before her pussy convulsed in pleasure. When she regained her composure, she looked up at Sarah who still gasped for breath. She saw little tracks where tears ran from her eyes down into her hair.

"Are you ok, my sweet?"

"Yeah." Sarah smiled and sighed. "I know what the difference is. No one has ever made love to me before. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel."

You need another bath." Laura ran a finger from Sarah's navel to the base of her throat then from nipple to nipple. "You're all sweaty and slick."

"I don't want to move. I don't think I can move."

Laura got off the bed then kissed Sarah on the cheek. "I'll go draw a bath."

"You may have to carry me."

Laura used a generous amount of lavender bubble bath she found under the sink then dragged Sarah out of bed. Laura climbed in the bath first then cradled Sarah against her.

"This feels so good, I think I'm going to melt." Sarah rested her hands on Laura's knees. "I wish making love with you could always be this good."

"It can. It can be better."

"I don't see how. If I came any harder or longer it might kill me."

"Ah, but you'd die happy." Laura took the bar of soap and caressed Sarah with it. She paid special attention to Sarah's pussy and breasts but the younger woman didn't respond.

"I'm sorry, Laura but I can't get into it." Sarah didn't sound sorry, she sounded completely relaxed.

Laura smiled, proud and fulfilled knowing she satisfied Sarah. "Any ideas on how we're going to spend our weekend together?"

"In each others arms." Sarah grabbed Laura's arms and pulled them around her.

Laura kissed her temple. "That sounds wonderful."

Sarah stood up and faced Laura. "Time to trade places."

Laura stared up at the younger woman and watched the water slide off her body. A clump of bubbles slid down her breast and covered her nipple. They clung to the rosy peak for a second before they lost their grip and fell. The wet concealment followed by the shiny reveal made that private swell irresistible. Laura stared in dry-mouthed desire at Sarah's slim form. She never saw a women's breast from this angle. No wonder men always stared. The way they swelled off Sarah's chest made Laura want them in her hands or her mouth. Both! Sarah's tight abdomen and supple ribs begged to be held and touched and nuzzled. "Hurry up, I'm getting cold."

"Hunh?" Laura had no idea what Sarah was talking about. She watched a patch of bubbles travel down Sarah's flat belly until they collected in her pubic hair. It had been less than thirty minutes since Laura explored her lovers core and now she wanted to be there again. 

Laura moved forward, reaching with her hands, her mouth, her eyes. She wanted to study her lovers sex in exacting detail; memorize every crease and fold, every smell and taste. 

"Earth to Laura, come in Laura." Sarah stopped Laura's advance on her pussy with a hand on her head. "You need to move so I can get behind you."

"Why? I like where you are right now." Laura tried to look at Sarah's face but the display of all things private kept her gaze locked on Sarah's hardening nipples.

"It's cold and I want to cuddle you for a while. Now move."

Laura sighed but moved to let Sarah get behind her. When they had settled again Laura didn't know what to do with her hands. She followed Sarah's example and put them on the younger woman's knees.

"Once the afterglow wears off, I think I'll be starved." Sarah took the bar of soap and lathered up her hands.

"What do you want me to cook for you?" Laura moaned when Sarah took her breasts in her soapy hands and slid them around and around. Even after the soap washed away Sarah continued to play with them. She squeezed them, tried to lift them in her little hands. Then she pulled at the nipples, tugging her breasts above the water. Each time Sarah tugged at her swollen peaks it felt like a finger stroked her sex.

"I think we should go out to eat." Sarah scooped her hands under Laura's breasts and lifted them. She moved her hands forward letting the heavy mounds slide over her fingers and back into the water. "Is there someplace you want to go?"

"Mmm." Laura lost track of the conversation, lost in the sensations Sarah gave her breasts.

Sarah chuckled and ran her palms over Laura's stomach then up and down her thighs. "I'm starting to think you aren't listening to me." Sarah took Laura's earlobe in her mouth and nibble at it. Her hands moved to Laura's inner thighs caressing up and down, each stroke getting closer to Laura's heated pussy. "It occurs to me you didn't get much relief when you were eating me. Maybe that's making it hard for you to concentrate. Should I give you some relief?" 

Before Laura could answer, Sarah's hands moved to cup her sex. "I remember in the bar you said you liked penetration." Sarah slid two fingers between Laura's lips and up inside her. Laura's head lulled back on Sarah's shoulder. "If I go to fast, your tits will make waves and get the floor all wet. I better hold on to them." Sarah slid her free hand up Laura's stomach until one breast nestled in the crook of her arm. She squeezed the other in her hand. Then she worked her fingers in and out of Laura's hot tunnel. Sarah moved with maddening deliberation until Laura's pleasure reached a plateau. Her fingers moved to slow to trigger an orgasm but fast enough to keep Laura on the edge.

It seemed to go on forever. Sarah's hand squeezed her breast in time with each thrust of her fingers. It got to the point where the pleasure turned to pain. Her orgasm hovered just beyond reach. Laura was about to beg when Sarah spoke.

"Look at that. I have a thumb setting there doing nothing. Maybe I should put it here." Sarah's thumb came down and rested on Laura's clit with just enough pressure and friction to push Laura over the cliff. The orgasm pulsed through her body. Each time her pussy convulsed around Sarah's fingers her clit push against Sarah's thumb. Each time her clit slid across Sarah's thumb it sent a shock wave through Laura. Her orgasm stretched from seconds to minutes.

When it finally subsided Laura knew what Sarah felt like. She didn't want to move. 

"Now do you think you can pay attention to me?"

"Nope." Laura sighed and absently patted Sarah's knee. "I'm too spent. I can't pay attention to anything but how good I feel."

"Well you're going to have to pay attention soon because the water is getting cold. Your hot little pussy wont heat the tub. At least not for a little while."




Naked Vows Ch. 04



Once Sarah mentioned the cooling water, Laura noticed it too and Sarah was right, it was getting uncomfortable. "Fine, I'll get out." Laura reached for a towel as Sarah opened the drain. She toweled Sarah dry almost reverently before drying herself.

"I'll relax on the bed while you get my cloths ready." Sarah wrapped a towel around herself and went to her bedroom. Laura wrapped a towel around herself then followed her.

"Are you cold?" Sarah reclined on the bed propped up on her elbows.

"No, I'm fine."

"Then why are you wearing a towel? You know I like you naked."

"Does that mean you aren't completely satisfied anymore?" Laura tossed the towel aside and clasped her hands in front of her pussy. Her arms pushed her breasts together. "Are you ready for some more attention?"

"Maybe." Sarah stared at Laura's breasts and licked her lips. "First we need to eat. Go find me something to wear."

"As you wish. Lets start with your underwear. Where do you keep your panties?"

"In that drawer."

Laura pulled the drawer open and rummaged through it. "All your panties are plain white bikini briefs. Where's your sexy underwear? Don't you have any lingerie?"

"Why? Underwear is underwear. Panties are panties. As I recall, your underwear wasn't sexy either."

"Didn't you pay attention to what I had on tonight? I thought my lingerie looked extremely sexy." The lingerie may have been sexy, but Laura knew it didn't flatter her Rubenesque figure. Still, Sarah had seemed to like it.

"Oh yeah." Sarah's smile turned a little wicked as she glanced at Laura's overnight bag. "I'll wear those."

"Those are way too big for you. All they will do is fall down around your knees and trip you."

"You're not that big," muttered Sarah. "But they might be a little loose on me and that drives me nuts. Tomorrow you'll have to take me where you got them so I can get a matching set in my size. At least then I can pretend to wear your underwear."

"Why do you want to wear my panties?" Laura wrinkled her nose.

"Don't know." Sarah shrugged. "It seemed sexy at the moment, like it connected us."

"That may not be a bad idea after all." Laura gave up on finding sexy panties. A thought occurred to her and she slid the drawer closed without selecting anything.

"It's not? I thought you said yours won't fit me."

"They wont, but we'll get you some like mine. Remember how you said I'm such a strong leader? Well part of being the boss includes how you dress."

"I bet the way you dress doesn't show off your panties."

"True, and most of my panties look like yours. Where are your bras? There? But sometimes, when I want to feel more powerful, like when I have to deal with difficult clients or finalize a deal, I wear sexy underwear. Sometimes feeling sexy makes me feel more confident." Laura rummaged through Sarah's bras with the same results she had with the panties. "Oh come on Sarah, you have to have at least one sexy bra."

"I do, it's the one I wore for you Friday night."

"Looks like we get to do some shopping for bras tonight as well."

"Will we have time?" Sarah glanced at the clock. "It's late, the malls will be closed by the time we eat if they aren't already."

"I have an idea. For now lets concentrate on dinner." Laura opened Sarah's closet and searched through her cloths.

"What are you going to wear?"

"I brought some extra outfits."

"That was a waste of time. You know I want you naked all weekend."

"It's a good thing I did, since we're going out for dinner." Laura found the perfect outfit and laid it on the bed at Sarah's feet. "Put that on while I call my secretary. She'll know where we can find you some sexy under things late at night."

"How will she know?"

"She's an excellent secretary, she knows everything." Laura went down stairs to get her phone before Sarah took her towel off. What is wrong with me? She couldn't get enough of Sarah. If she watched that gorgeous creature get naked again they would never eat. Get dinner, that is. If Sarah got naked in front of her, she would eat something. 

Laura's cheeks burned at that deliciously naughty thought and she felt giddy as flashes of memory played in her mind. She recalled what Sarah's pussy looked like close up and how her excited sex felt against her tongue. Her nipples were hard and she began to lubricate. Laura forced herself away from those thoughts and dialed Clair. 

"Laura, is something wrong?" Clair's voice came through the phone but it did little to distract Laura.

"I'm fine. Better than fine." Guess what I did? Laura wanted to tell Clair all about what she did to Sarah tonight but doubted she could. What was the etiquette in talking to a straight friend about lesbian sex? "I need a favor."

There was a short pause before Clair cautiously asked, "what?"

"Where can we go tonight to fine some sexy underwear?"

Another short pause. "For her or you? No, don't answer that. This is so weird."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. Have a good night, I'll see you Monday." Laura hung up. Apparently talking about underwear was a breach of etiquette. Laura jumped when her phone vibrated in her hand. It was Clair. Laura let it ring twice more before she decided to answer.

"Don't ever hang up on me again."

"I'm sorry, you said it was weird and I didn't want you to feel awkward."

"I didn't feel awkward. I meant it's weird seeing you like this. It's so unlike you, at least since Tom died. You suddenly being a lesbian and all, you have to admit it's weird, but it isn't bad. I expect lots of details Tuesday when you come back to work." Laura heard Clair's husband in the background. "Hold on a sec." Clair's voice sounded muffled. "It's Laura, she wants to know where she can go to get sexy underwear for her and her girlfriend." Clair's husband said something but Laura couldn't make out the words. "No, they aren't going to . . . " Clair's voice came back to the phone. "You aren't going to strip naked and make out in the changing stall, are you?"

"No!" A nervous laugh escaped before Laura realized it. It occurred to her that standing in the same stall with Sarah in sexy underwear might encourage her to start something after all.

"She said no, just because . . . yes, I know you would. Keep your hands to yourself." Clair laughed low and sultry then came back to the phone again. "Laura, you've done wonders for my sex life. I'll text you an address in a minute. Then I'll be very busy for a while." Clair giggled at something her husband said. "My loyal husband says he wants details."

"Photos!" Clair's husband shouted into the phone. Clair was laughing when she hung up.

Maybe Laura should take some pictures. She felt a wicked grin stretch her mouth as she walked back into Sarah's bedroom. Not that she would share them with Clair or her husband, but it would be fun.

"What are you smiling at?" Sarah stood next to her vanity applying eyeliner. 

Laura's mouth dropped open. 

"What?" Sarah had pulled her hair back in a severe pony tail that showed off her face to incredible advantage.

"You are so beautiful." Laura didn't know if she thought that or spoke out loud. All she could think was how beautiful her lover was, how lucky she was this woman chose her.

A light blush shone through Sarah's makeup. "Now it's my turn to dress you. Lets see what you brought."

Laura shook herself out of the trance Sarah put her in and went to her bag. She laid out the work cloths she brought in case she spent Monday night here. Next came the nightgown she thought Sarah might like to tear off her. Last was the red dinner gown she brought just in case. She also had some shorts and a tank top in case they went to a park or something.

"Your dress shirt will do, but I think we'll need to improvise a skirt." Sarah went to her drawers and pulled out a black spandex skirt. "Put the shirt on, but don't button it yet."

"What about a bra?"

Sarah pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her breasts. "You're not letting me wear one." She pulled the top back in place. "And before you ask," Sarah pulled her skirt up exposing herself. "You aren't letting me wear panties either so don't even ask about them." Sarah let her skirt drop into place.

"I really want to skip dinner now. Lets go to bed."

"We need to eat."

"I plan on eating." Laura tried to grin wantonly but her blush ruined the effect. 

Sarah closed her eyes as a shiver went through her. Her nipples poked through her blouse. She gritted her teeth and forced her desire down. "No. We are going to go to a restaurant."

Laura pouted as she pulled the shirt on. She made sure the plackets covered her nipples and no more. Their dinner date had turned into a competition with Laura trying to seduce Sarah back into bed. 

Sarah buttoned the two buttons between Laura's breasts then tied the tails in a big knot so plenty of her stomach showed. "That's what I like to see. Now I want to preform a little test." Sarah stroked her fingers through Laura's bush and stopped short of her cleft. "Just as I suspected, your nipples show through." Sarah went to Laura's bag and pulled out her stockings. "You can put these on."

Laura took the stockings and put them on with the sexiest show she knew how to make. She knew by the glazed look in Sarah's eyes she got the effect she wanted.

"Put this on next." Sarah handed Laura the spandex skirt.

"That will never fit me."

"It's spandex, it will fit."

Laura sighed and tried to pull it up over her hips. When she pulled it into place, her pussy was in plain view. When she pulled it down far enough not to flash everyone, her bush peeked out the top. "There's no way this will stay in place."

"I know." Sarah grinned wickedly. "You didn't bring any heels over, did you?"

"No. Sarah-."

"Too bad. Come over here and I'll do your hair."

By the time Laura walked the few steps to the vanity, the skirt rode up enough to show everyone she wasn't wearing underwear. She tugged it back into place and sat on the vanity chair. Laura remembered the conversation they had yesterday about being naked in public for Sarah. It looked like that was about to happen. Laura wasn't comfortable but if Sarah wanted this, she got it.

Sarah had Laura's hair done in a style between eighties big hair and modern straight styles in a surprisingly short time. It looked fantastic. The woman knew a lot about hair. Then Sarah put on some bright red lipstick, dark eye shadow, and made her cheekbones look sharp enough to shave with.

"There. Stand up and let me look at you."

The skirt rose as Laura stood. She tugged it back in place and realized she needed to hold it there. Not to mention Sarah didn't give her a garter belt so she had to constantly fix her stockings.

"I don't get it." Sarah's face scrunched up in consternation. "You look hot as hell but something's missing. Something isn't right."

"I look like a coed trying to get laid on spring break. There's no place we can go with me dressed like this except maybe a strip club." Laura saw a gleam in Sarah's eye and put a stop to any suggestion along those lines. "I can't go to a place like that in case any of my employees see me."

"You've got a point," Sarah admitted, reluctantly.

"I'm not a slut. I'm not the person you have me dressed up as. I'll do this if it's what you want, but this isn't who I am."

Sarah's eyes went wide and she looked a little pale. "Your right, I got caught up in the moment. I won't ask you to do something you don't want to."

"Bull." Laura grinned playfully. "You've had me do things I never thought I wanted to. I'll dress like this for you any time you want as long as I don't find myself in jail or humiliated in front of my employees. I'll even go out like this if we can keep it appropriate. I like the way you look at me."

"Put this on." Sarah held out the dinner gown.

"Do I get underwear?"

"You can have the garter belt."

Laura pouted as she worked the skirt down her hips.

"Don't pout, I'm not wearing any either, remember?"

"Maybe you put some on when I wasn't looking." Laura put her hand on Sarah's thigh and slid it up her skirt.

"Oh no you don't!" Sarah grabbed Laura's pubic hair and yanked it hard enough to make Laura squeal. It also turned her on a little. "You enjoyed that. Your nipples got hard like I flipped a switch."

Laura blushed and took her hand off Sarah's leg. "I don't know what's wrong with me." Laura went to her bag and pulled out the garter belt. "Everything you do turns me on."

"That's no mystery." Sarah came up behind Laura and rubbed her back. "You haven't had sex or made love in ten years. You're making up for lost time. Believe me, I don't mind, I'm just hungry."

"I can make you something to eat. That way I don't have to wear anything."

"You have to take me out to dinner." Sarah gave her a mock dirty look. "Otherwise I may think you're using me for sex."

"We don't want that." Laura untied and unbuttoned the shirt.

"You look good in stockings and nothing else. Maybe you won't have to be naked all weekend."

Laura pulled her dress on. "Zip me up?"

"I have an idea where to go for dinner." Sarah zipped up Laura's dress.

"Good. Clair gave me an address where we can buy some sexy under things."

"Will it still be open after dinner?"

"Clair says it's open twenty-four seven. It's one of those sex toy shops."

"Maybe we can buy some sex toys while we're there."

"No." Laura picked up her purse on the way out the door.

"You're no fun."

"You didn't complain when I made love to you. We can get some toys later if you think we need them. For right now I want to learn about you and toys will get in the way."

"You're right, but I can't imagine ever getting board with you."

***

"God, that was fun." Laura looked at the stars and twirled like a little girl. She hadn't had this much fun since Tom died. "I don't ever remember having a better date."

"It could have started better." Sarah opened her door and motioned for Laura to go in first. 

"I didn't think you'd go in the restaurant after you slipped getting out of the car." Laura stopped a few feet inside and waited for Sarah to turn on the lights. She didn't know where the switch was. "It's a good thing the parking lot was empty otherwise you'd have had a fan club."

"It wasn't that bad." Sarah tossed the bags with her new lingerie on the coffee table then slumped into the couch.

"You slipped under the light and your skirt went around your waist. There's only one time I had a better view."

Sarah laughed and covered her blushing face with her hands. "Stop!"

Laura snuggled next to Sarah. "It was funny. You looked so cute trying to regain your dignity. No one saw you except me. You don't mind me seeing you do you, my sweet?"

"No, I don't. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I had a better time than I expected. I thought I was going to be scared all night, afraid of showing something private. Your little accident put my fears to rest."

"Why didn't you go into the changing booth with me at the store?" Sarah nudged a bag with her toe. "I thought you'd want to see how I looked." 

"It was too small." Now it was Laura's turn to blush. 

"No it wasn't, there- oh my god, you're turning red! There must be a real good story behind this. Wow, you're as red as your dress!"

"Stop!" Laura felt like her face was on fire.

"But you're so cute when you're red. I wish I had made your ass as red as your face is now. Give it up, what's the story?"

"Its something my secretary's husband said when I asked for the place." Laura fell silent and tried to get her blush under control.

"Spit it out, already."

"He wanted to know if we were going to get naked and have sex in the stall."

Sarah scoffed. "Like you would ever do that."

Laura clamped her mouth shut while her cheeks burned so hot she expected to get light headed.

"Wait a minute, you thought about it!" Sarah threw her head back and laughed with abandon. "You thought about it and you would have done it!" She laughed some more. "Oh babe, I would have too."

Sarah stopped laughing and took Laura's burning cheeks in her palms. "You delight me. Lets go to bed. If you want, I can empty a closet and we can pretend we're at the store."

"No thanks." Laura leaned in and kissed Sarah. "I don't need to pretend. If we're going to pretend to do it in a stall, we should do it in a stall."

"I'm holding you to that."

"You don't scare me. If you were a real exhibitionist, you wouldn't have been so mortified at the restaurant." Laura heard something on the coffee table vibrate. "I didn't see you buy any toys."

"Shit! It's not a toy, it's my phone." Sarah searched under the bags until she found her phone. "I must have forgot it, I've got three messages." When Sarah looked at the screen all her happiness drained away. 

"Sarah, what's wrong?"

"Maybe nothing. It's my ex-husband."

"So?"

"Part of our divorce settlement is he gets to stay here when he's in town for business. If he entertains, I help him host." Sarah opened the phone and dialed her messages.

The younger woman's eyes went wide as she listened to the message. Sarah snapped her phone shut and closed her eyes. She took some deep breaths then looked around the room. Laura watched Sarah's eyes dart from one object to another, cataloging the evidence of Laura's presence.

"I'm sorry, Laura. You have to leave."

"Why? What's going on? You look pale, are you going to be sick?"

"I'm fine, you just have to go." Sarah ran around the room collecting Laura's bags and anything else she found. "Frank's flight will land any minute if it hasn't already. Since he didn't talk to me, he took a cab. He'll be here any minute. Go upstairs and get your stuff. You have to leave now."

"Sarah, wait." Laura grabbed Sarah's arm and tried to stop her. "There's no need for this panic. Just tell him I'm a friend."

"You don't understand, you can't be here when he shows up." Sarah pulled away and ran up the stairs with Laura close on her heals.

"Surely Frank wont mind if you have a friend."

Sarah ran around the room shoving Laura's stuff in her overnight bag.

"I don't understand." Laura tried to hold on to Sarah again. "Sarah, stop and talk to me. I'll go if that's what you want, but talk to me."

Sarah stopped her frantic cleaning and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and some of her color came back. "I don't want you around Frank. He's my past, you're my future. I don't want the two combined."

"Are you sure that's all?" Laura didn't keep her business without learning to read people and Sarah wasn't particularly hard to read in this instance. She refused to make eye contact and kept glancing at the clock. "Are you sure you're not afraid he'll find out we've made love?"

"Do you want your family to know? Just get out!" Sarah sounded so hateful and she must have realized it because she went pale again and covered her mouth with a hand. Sarah grabbed Laura's hands and dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I'm not ashamed of you or what we've done. I don't want to lose you and I'm afraid Frank might do something to drive you away. Can't you please go? Please don't let Frank poison what we have."

Laura never had someone beg on their knees before, not literally. She had people beg for jobs or not to be fired, but this was the first time someone ever fell to their knees and begged. Something was very wrong here. She knew Sarah lacked self confidence but this seemed miles beyond that. Laura couldn't help but wonder if Frank beat Sarah. She never put Frank down and spoke highly of him. For the first time Laura wondered if that was an act Sarah developed to protect herself. Earlier today when Laura arrived Sarah was in bad shape, but nothing like she was now. Maybe she should stay to make sure Sarah wasn't harmed.




Naked Vows Ch. 04



"You're scaring me. Sarah."

"There's nothing to be scared of. My past will always be there, I accept that. It'll shove its way into my life from time to time, it can't be helped. That doesn't mean I have to let my past taint you."

Laura knew Sarah was trying hard to keep it together but her refusal to leave increased Sarah's agitation. If Frank got physical Laura couldn't stop him. In fact her presence might escalate things and put Sarah in even more danger.

"I'm going." Laura pulled Sarah to her feet. "I'm scared for you, if anything happened because I walked away . . . "

"Nothing will happen." Sarah's color returned a little.

"You have to call me as soon as he leaves."

Sarah nodded fast, like a child trying to be extra honest.

"I'm going to be scared to death until I hear your voice again."

Sarah helped Laura to her car with all her stuff. Just before Laura climbed in Sarah stopped her.

"Don't worry. Frank has never raised a hand to me." Sarah pulled Laura into a hug and kissed her with all the tender passion Laura hoped for. If only it hadn't felt like a kiss goodby.



Naked Vows Ch. 05



"Call her." Clair closed Laura's office door and leaned against it.

"Don't you think I've tried?" Laura went to the window, unable to meet her secretary's eyes. She acted like a spurned teenager, which was humiliating, but she couldn't seem to help it. "I left her alone until Tuesday. Yesterday I left half a dozen messages. Today I tired twice. It's obvious she doesn't want me anymore."

"It's not obvious. You said she had something to do with her ex-husband. Maybe she's been too busy. Try again."

"I don't want to sound desperate."

"Not to rub your nose in it, but you are desperate."

"I know." Laura closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the glass. "How did this happen? I run a multi million dollar company and I can't manage a relationship with my lesbian lover."

"Stop it." The sound or Clair's palm slamming on Laura's desk made her jump. "You sound like your feelings should mean less because they're for a woman instead of a man. Is that how you see Sarah? Less of a person because she's gay?"

"No!" Laura glared at Clair. "I thought we had a real connection but its turning out to be a one night stand. Isn't that what men do to women? I expected a woman to treat another woman better."

"Does Sarah consider your relationship a one night stand?"

"Yes." Laura sighed and shook her head. "No. I don't know. The whole world seems different. I don't know where I fit anymore, at least in my personal life. I keep wondering if I did something wrong, or if I was supposed to do something and didn't. I don't know what the rules are for lesbians."

"Think of Sarah as a person instead of a lesbian. Did you ever consider she had a bad time with her ex-husband? Maybe she needs time to get her emotional center before she see's you again. Maybe she's worried you won't want her if she comes across needy or wounded."

"That's ridiculous. She knows me better than that."

"Does she? How long have you known each other?"

"A couple of weeks."

Clair raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We met . . . " Laura glanced at her calender. "Six days ago." Laura slumped back in her chair. "It seems like so much longer."

"See? How can she possibly know how you'll react if she acts different?"

"I guess I better call." Laura grinned wryly.

"Yes, and keep calling until you get her." Clair gave Laura a satisfied nod and left her office.

Laura dialed Sarah's number and almost dropped it when she heard the younger woman's voice. 

"Hello, Laura." Sarah's voice sounded flat but Laura ignored it. She was too happy Sarah answered. 

"Thank god, I was so worried. How are you? Is everything all right? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I worried you."

Laura knew what Sarah sounded like when she was sad, happy, scarred and angry. This flat monotone was new and Laura didn't know what it meant. "Ok," Laura said into the awkward silence.

Another silence stretched and Laura desperately tried to find something to say. She didn't want to sound too nosy or bring up a subject that might put more distance between them. On the other hand, demanding to know why Sarah hadn't talked to her before now might put the younger woman on the defensive. Desperation forced Laura to say something. "I've missed you. Did you miss me?"

"Yes."

"Well it doesn't sound like it." Laura bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn't meant to snap, but Sarah's neutral tone got under Laura's skin.

"I'm sorry." 

"Did I do something wrong?" Laura never liked to whine or beg but the situation drove her beyond her normal self control. She felt exposed, vulnerable; Sarah's reticence made it worse. 

"No."

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" So much for keeping Sarah off the defensive.

"I was busy. I had some things to sort out."

"You couldn't pick up a phone and let me know?" Laura knew she sounded shrill, but she couldn't stop.

"No."

Laura's scatter-shot emotions collected into a heart chilling fear as an unpleasant possibility formed. "Is your husband still there?"

"No." A hint of puzzlement threaded through Sarah's voice. At least it was something.

"Can you talk freely? Is someone there, listening?"

"No one's here." Now Sarah sounded confused. Laura, on the other hand, sagged with relief. For a moment she thought Frank was still there forcing Sarah to shut herself away from people again.

"Can I come over to talk?"

"No!" Sarah finally showed a real emotion, too bad it sounded like panic.

"Sarah, are you dumping me?"

"No, of course not. Why would I?"

"Then why can't I see you?"

"You can see me. I just don't want you at my house right now."

Laura pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. "Ok, if you don't want me there can we meet somewhere or can you come over to my house?"

"I can go to your house."

Laura wanted to slump with relief but doubted she was out of the woods. "How soon can you get there?"

"As soon as you want me to."

"I want you now."

"Ok."

"Would you like to spend the rest of the week at my house?" Laura worried her lip between her teeth while she waited for Sarah's answer

"It'll take me a couple of hours to pack."

"That's fine. I'll clear up my schedule. I have some things to tie up first, but I'll be home in less than an hour. Come over any time after that."

"Ok."

***

Laura tried not to wear a hole in her carpet by pacing out her nervous energy. She emptied out three drawers for Sarah then cleaned her house a second time although it was already spotless. 

Her indecision became ridiculous. She got out a bottle of wine and glasses because she needed a drink. Then she put them away because it might send the wrong signal. There was obviously tension so they might both need a drink. Laura got the wine and glasses out again. Then she thought better of it and put them away. Then she thought to hell with it and put the wine glasses on the dinner table and left the wine in the rack. It was available but not blatant.

When the doorbell rang Laura leaped for the door, praying it wasn't some delivery person. She knew she shouldn't yank the door open less than a second after the door bell rang. It made her look as desperate as she felt but she decided to hell with it. She was desperate.

Sarah stood, framed in the doorway, with a hesitant smile on her lips. She looked stunning and acted casual, but she gripped her bag like a lifeline. Laura noticed she made an exceptional effort in getting dressed. It had to take forever to look so beautiful without making it look like she was trying to look beautiful. She had her crisp, white, Ann Taylor blouse tucked into black slacks, and her one inch white pumps looked brand new. Her makeup was minimal but impeccable while the shine and luster of her hair indicated she spent a long time on it. The whole package screamed of great care but Laura knew if she commented on it, Sarah would say, "What, this? I just threw it on and came over."

"You look beautiful, Sarah. I'm so glad you made it." Laura wished she had taken the time to dress up. It didn't cross her mind and she feared she looked horrible. She still wore her work suit and had probably chewed her lipstick off.

Laura picked up Sarah's small suitcase and led her inside. Once the door closed Laura dropped the bag and pulled the younger woman into a hug. She wanted Sarah so bad she couldn't help kissing her. 

Sarah returned the kiss mechanically, going through the motions but not showing any interest. Laura wrapped her arms around Sarah but the younger woman only rested her hands on Laura's hips.

Laura ended the kiss and stepped back, feeling awkward. She assumed since Sarah agreed to spend the next four days with her she wanted the physical side of the relationship as much as Laura did.

"I'm, um, sorry about that." Laura looked down at Sarah's bag, thankful for an excuse to look someplace other than Sarah's remote eyes. "I'm glad you made it. Is there anything you want to do tonight? We can go out if you want. My treat. Or we can stay in."

Sarah shrugged in response and looked around the room. Laura waited for Sarah to elaborate until it became clear she had nothing else to say. Not knowing what else to do, Laura led Sarah upstairs wishing the younger woman would talk to her. 

Sarah paused on the stairs to study the array of family photos lining the wall and looked unutterably sad. Her fingers traced the photo of Laura's daughter, Marcy, as a toddler. She was snuggling Logan, her infant brother, and smiled like the angel she was.

Laura waited patiently at the top of the stairs while Sarah worked through her emotions. When at last she continued up the stairs Laura led the way to her bedroom.

"I hope you'll want to sleep in here with me, but if you don't want to, I have a guest bedroom you're welcome to use."

Laura fought back the impulse to cry. Sarah's presence made her giddy with joy but her distant behavior put Laura off balance. She had no idea what Sarah wanted so she stood in the hall clutching Sarah's bag with both hands, waiting.

Sarah looked at Laura and it seemed like she saw the older woman for the first time. Subtle emotions played across Sarah's face and Laura's heart began to pound. Something important was about to happen.

"Up until last week, I wanted my husband back." Sarah licked her lips, and took a deep breath. She stood rigid, like a soldier at attention. "It had been so long since the last time I saw Frank I thought I was over him."

Laura thought she knew what Sarah was about to say so she said it first. "Then, when you saw him, all those emotions came back." Laura's stomach heaved. This conversation had to end soon, otherwise she might throw up in the hall.

"Yes, but it's more complicated." Sarah stuck her hands in her pockets and stared at the floor.

"It always is." Laura kept her voice gentle. "I don't blame you for having those feelings."

"The more time I spent with him the easier it was to fall into my old habits." Sarah wiped at an eye. "It was comfortable so I went with it. I went too far with it." The bleakness in Sarah's eyes broke Laura's heart. "I . . . we . . . got too comfortable."

"I understand." Laura did, but she didn't like it. 

"I don't! I'm so confused." Sarah's eyes smoldered with repressed anger and self loathing. "It was easy and comfortable but I hated it."

"Why? How can you hate something that's so comfortable?"

"Every moment I spent with him made me feel like I was betraying who I wanted to become. Worse, it felt like I cheated on you. I enjoyed the life I had with him, but I love the person I'm becoming, more."

"Is that why you avoided me? You were confused?" Laura had never been cheated on before yet their relationship was so nebulous she didn't know if she had the right to feel that way.

"Yes, mostly. I had to figure out what my feelings for Frank meant."

"Did you?"

"No."

"Where does that leave me?" Laura's voice came out small, like a chastised little girl.

"I didn't know who I belong with, but I missed you more than I ever missed him."

"You're here now." Laura felt little wings of hope try to lift the dread from her heart.

"Yes I am." Sarah's posture changed and a mantel of confidence settled around her. "As confused as I was about my feelings, I kept thinking about you. I'm still confused, but I like who I am when we're together. You bring out strength in me and I'll make better decisions with you around. It took me too long to realize I belong with you."

"Then why didn't you call a couple days ago? Do you have any idea how miserable I've been?"

"I couldn't, I had to morn my failed marriage."

"Are you done morning?"

"For now, I guess."

"For now?"

Sarah shrugged. "I'll have to see Frank a few more times because of the divorce conditions. Part of the agreement is . . . well, I guess you can consider it a sort of domestic servant. I have to drive, do laundry, cook, those things. I'm over him for now, but I don't know how I'll feel the next time he comes back. I won't let him touch me again though."

"I don't like that arrangement. It doesn't let either of you move on."

"At the time I didn't want to move on. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"Maybe."

"I understand." Sarah closed her eyes and seemed to shrink in on herself.

"No, I don't think so. Do you think I can't understand what you felt? I've imagined Tom walking through that door thousands of times. Even if you were there, I'd throw myself at him and do whatever he wanted. I'd feel like I was cheating on you, but it wouldn't matter, I wouldn't stop."

Sarah nodded solemnly through Laura's whole speech. "That's exactly how it felt."

"What I wouldn't do is ignore my responsibilities to you. I wouldn't leave you alone to wonder what was happening. I would never shut you out the way you shut me out. Do what you have to, to honor your contracts, but don't shut me out again."

"Then you forgive me?" Sarah took a hesitant half step forward.

"Of course I forgive you. I keep forgetting we've only known each other a few days. There's bound to be miscommunications from time to time."

Sarah sagged with relief and closed the distance between them. She gave Laura the passionate kiss she held back when she arrived. "Put my stuff in your room," Sarah said when she broke the kiss. "I'm sleeping with you." When Sarah stepped back, Laura watched the confidence swell up in her as she looked Laura up and down. "Why are you still dressed? You know I like you naked."

Laura smiled and kicked her shoes off. "I was beginning to think you got tired of my body." She unbuttoned her pants and inched the zipper down. The fly fell open exposing the front panel of her pale yellow cotton panties.

"Never happen." Sarah stared unblinking as Laura pushed her slacks down her legs.

"I'll hold you to that." Laura put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and stretched them out so they cut a diagonal line through her pubic hair. Sarah still hadn't blinked. Laura grinned; being watched like that satisfied her on a primal level. She pushed the panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. 

Sarah's hands rubbed her thighs and Laura doubted she even knew it. Each time Sarah went up and down, her hands got closer to her crotch. She'd be touching herself before too long.

"I cleared out some drawers for you to put your stuff in." Laura started at the bottom button of her blouse and worked her way to the top. Instead of taking the shirt off, she unclasped her bra. Laura put her right foot in front of her left and raised her chin proudly. She yanked off her shirt and bra in one motion then stood with her arms at her sides, her back straight, and her breasts on proud display. "Shall we get you settled in now?"

"No. Don't move." Sarah fumbled in her pocket. "God, you're beautiful. I want a picture of you like that." Sarah pulled out her phone.

Laura's heart skipped a beat, there were innumerable dangers for a woman in her position to have nude pictures floating around. She opened her mouth to object but the look on Sarah's face changed her mind. Laura trusted her lover and besides, she wanted a few photos of Sarah herself. So she smiled as the younger woman took a few steps back to get all of Laura in the frame.

"Now we can put my cloths away." Sarah walked into Laura's bedroom. Laura picked up her suitcase and followed.

Sarah sat on Laura's bed and bounced, testing the mattress. "Nice bed. It's a good thing, because we're going to spend a lot of time in it."

Laura smiled over her shoulder as she put Sarah's things in the emptied drawers. As always, moving around naked in front of Sarah made her hyper-aware of her own body. She was already wet and each time her breasts swayed or settled against her chest it felt like someone stroked her clit. Eventually she would come just by walking around. She dreaded how red her face would get then! How could she explain having an orgasm while just standing there?

Sarah brought a few dress's and shirts which Laura hung in her closet. "There. All done." Laura struck a saucy pose. "Now what?"

"You are so hot." Sarah stared at Laura for a bit, a lustful smile playing on her lips. Laura wanted sex in the worst way. Then Sarah's expression turned serious. "You make me feel strong."

"That's because I do whatever you tell me to." Laura kept her voice light and flirty, she wasn't in the mood for a serious discussion. Unfortunately, she had a feeling Sarah was. Now she understood why Tom got frustrated when he wanted sex and she talked instead.

"It's more than that, Laura. The way you look at me, the way you respect me and listen to what I have to say, it makes me feel strong. When I'm with you I feel like I can do anything."

"Oh." The complete vulnerability Sarah showed suddenly made Laura feel awkward and exposed. She covered her breast with one arm and her pussy with the other. She wanted cloths now like she wanted sex a few minutes ago. 

"I've never felt that way before," continued Sarah. "I came close with Frank, when we first met, but not like I do now."

"I don't understand." Laura looked down to hide her face behind her hair.

"I didn't either, not until now. When I got here, I was scared and confused." 

"Now you're not?"

"No, now I'm not. I'm in love." Sarah stood up and cupped Laura's cheeks in her hands. She tilted Laura's face up so Laura had to look at her. "I love you, Laura Westover. I am madly, passionately, in love with you." She leaned in and kissed Laura.

It was the hottest kiss Laura ever had and Sarah didn't even use her tongue. Laura's eyes burned with tears and she had no idea what to do or say.

"Now it's time to inspect your clothing." Sarah pulled away from Laura and gave her breast a playful slap. "Go get your bras and lay them out. I want to make sure you dress the way I like."

Laura blinked stupidly and turned to look at her drawer. Bra? What's a bra? Laura felt Sarah's bare foot against her butt as the younger woman nudged her to get her moving.

"Hurry up. I love the sight of your bare ass, but I have an agenda to keep." Sarah pushed Laura again to get her in motion. "Get all your bras and lay them out on the bed." Sarah patted the mattress next to her. "Lay them out nice and neat so I can get a good look at them."

An excited shiver ran down Laura's spine as she came back to herself. Sarah loved her and gave her a command. She smiled and got moving. When Sarah finally got around to having sex, Laura was going to come harder than ever. 

Laura opened her underwear drawer and pulled all her bras out. She tossed the bundle next to Sarah and bent over to lay them out for inspection.

"Wait." Sarah held her hand out, palm up. "As much as I love watching your tits move, I want to play with one."

"Go ahead, I won't stop you." Laura grinned at Sarah then reached for a bra.

"I want to play with it now. Put it in my hand." Sarah gave Laura an imperious glare then pointedly looked at her hand, then back to Laura.

"Oh." Laura felt herself blush as she moved into position. When she bent over, her breast fell into Sarah's waiting palm. Laura froze as Sarah squeezed her breast then tugged at her nipple. It felt so good, like her pussy and breast traded places. It wouldn't be long before she came. Laura closed her eyes to concentrate on the sheer bliss Sarah gave her.

The sound of Sarah's hand slapping Laura's bottom echoed in the room and Laura yelped. Her stinging butt brought her back from the orgasm she almost had.

"Get to work or I'll spank you for real next time."

Laura reached for the nearest bra and arranged it carefully. It took great concentration, more than what the simple task should have. The constant stimulation from Sarah kept Laura's mind drifting back to the building pleasure between her legs.




Naked Vows Ch. 05



All too soon Laura finished and Sarah's hand left her swollen breast. Laura moaned in frustration. 

"Go stand on the other side of the bed. I can't very well look at what's here with you in my way."

Laura walked around the bed feeling her slick thighs slide against each other. Her pussy burned with need; she was so close to coming.

"Freeze!" Sarah glanced at Laura's hands inches away from touching herself, of relieving her slick, swollen sex. "Aren't you the wonton slut. The only person allowed to make you come is me. Get those hands on your head and spread your legs. I obviously can't trust you with your own body."

Laura did as she was told and moaned in frustration. When she parted her legs the cool air on her sopping, overheated sex made her gasp with need. "Please, Sarah."

"Be good. I've got work to do." Sarah looked over Laura's bras then gathered up the ones Laura wore to work. They were plain with muted colors that matched her work suits. "These can go. I don't want things like these getting in my way when I want your tits."

"I need those for work. They don't look like much, but they help me look like the boss."

"I'll think about it." Sarah tossed them in a corner. "It depends on your work cloths. We'll look at those later." She gathered up the remaining bras and pushed them to the foot of the bed. "Now, lay out your panties."

"Are you going to hold my breast again?" Laura trotted over to her drawers. She didn't even try to keep the hopeful excitement out of her voice.

"Maybe," Sarah grinned wickedly. "Or maybe I'll hold your pussy."

A shiver shot through Laura's body and she almost dropped the bundle of panties. When she tossed them on the bed she looked at Sarah, waiting for her to set on the bed or reach between her legs.

"Don't look at me, get those panties spread out so I can get a good look at them."

"I thought you were going to . . . you know." Laura glanced meaningfully at her breasts.

"I changed my mind." Sarah gestured at the bed. "Get to work."

Laura wanted to growl in frustration but she bent to her task. Sarah moved behind her and her slacks tickled Laura's naked behind. Laura arched her back, pushing her bottom into Sarah. Sarah's hands rested on Laura's hips then slid around the older woman's waist until she rubbed Laura's belly. One hand moved down until her fingers tangled in Laura's bush. The other moved up over Laura's ribs until it supported the weight of her left breast.

"I can't help myself around you," Sarah said.

Laura moaned and wiggled her bottom until she felt Sarah's leg slip between her bum cheeks. She was almost there. A bit further and Laura's sex would be against Sarah's leg. A little friction and Laura could slip over the edge and come like crazy.

Sarah moved back and slapped Laura's rump. "None of that. You'll soak my slacks."

"I wish I made you soak your slacks." Laura pouted at Sarah.

"Don't worry. My panties are soaking. If you're very, very good, you'll see how wet I am in a few minutes."

"I'll be good." Laura stared at Sarah's crotch looking for a damp spot.

"Well, well, well." Sarah studied the panties arrayed on the bed. "You are the little vixen, aren't you?" She picked up the skimpiest thong Laura owned. "Do you wear this to work?" Sarah held up the tiny garment and compared it to Laura's sex. "This one won't even cover your bush. Do your employees know you have pubic hair sticking out of your panties when you're around them?"

"No." Laura felt her face go crimson even as her lips stretched into a naughty grin. "I only wear those when I give speeches at company meetings."

Sarah closed her eyes and bit her lip. "God, that's hot." She returned her attention to the panties then snapped her attention back to Laura. "You're so horny right now you'd hump my foot if I let you."

Laura's eyes went wide with surprise at the image but she couldn't deny it. The thought of rubbing her sex against Sarah's foot until she came made Laura's already hard nipples swell painfully.

Sarah sighed. "Put your hands on your head and spread your legs." Sarah didn't bother to look to see if Laura did as she was told. She tossed the thong on the bed and reached for another pair of panties. "These look very nice." Sarah picked up a pair of french cut, purple satin and black lace panties, Laura's favorite. "I bet these look great on you." She rubbed the satin against her cheek and closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of smooth fabric against skin. "These are nice and smooth. Here, feel them."

Sarah gently slid the panties against Laura's pussy. The fabric soaked up Laura's juices. She stared into Laura's eyes as she rubbed between the older woman's legs. It was satin against satin on Laura's clit

Laura's whole body shook, almost in a seizure. Sarah moved close, still looking into Laura's eyes. Her face filled with love as her hand worked faster and faster on Laura's sex. "Come for me, my love."

Laura threw her head back and screamed. Her whole body convulsed, sending pleasure rippling through her flesh. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt her pussy convulse and clamp down. Hot liquid flooded Sarah's hand and slid down her thighs.

When the intense pleasure subsided to occasional aftershocks, Laura realized she clutched Sarah for support. The younger woman's hand moved away from her sex. She had both arms wrapped around Laura, holding her up. Laura's pussy still spasmed, sending mini orgasms through her body.

"You're going to make me come like that." Sarah grinned. "I don't care how long you have to practice."

Laura laughed deep in her throat as she rested her head on Sarah's shoulder. "I'll try, even if it takes me all weekend."

Sarah helped Laura settle on the bed. "A little later you're going to model all your underwear for me and I'll decide what I'll let you keep."

"Whatever you say." Laura lay on the bed and felt all the different fabrics of her panties against her legs. She couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied. She ran her fingers over her sweat slicked torso. Her caress moved from her soft belly, up over her ribs and across the inner slope of a breast to end at her shoulder. Then she followed the same rout back to her belly button.

"I have a question to ask you first."

"I'll tell you anything," Laura said in the same languid voice.

"What was it like to eat my pussy?"

Laura shrugged. "It was weird. Different, I guess."

"How so?"

"Different smells, different textures. It was a strange combination of revulsion and intense lust."

"Why revulsion?"

"I guess I'm not a good lesbian yet." Laura laughed mirthlessly. "It was new, wrong in some way. You know, women aren't supposed to go down on women."

"I'm sorry I disgusted you so much," Sarah said in mock offense. "Were you scared?"

"A little, but it was the excited kind of scared, like riding a roller coaster for the first time. You want to do it but you also don't. Only I was so hot for you and wanted to make you come, everything else faded away."

"So you liked it?"

"I loved it. I can't wait to do it again. I want to get good at it. Why all the questions?"

"I figured I put you through such a hard time you deserved a reward. I remembered how good your mouth felt on me so I figured I'd return the favor. I'm going to go down on you. But first, I want to show you something."

Sarah stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She peeled it off exposing her bare breasts. "I figured I should do as I said. What do you think?" When she undid her slacks, Laura saw she didn't have panties on either. 

"I think you need thinner blouses, I couldn't see your nipples."

"Yea, well, I'm not as brazen as you." Sarah moved to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs, I've got a pussy to pleasure."

"It's too soon. I just came unbelievably hard and need time to recover." Laura spread her legs though. She had to admit the way Sarah stared at her pussy turned her on, though not as much as normal. "I wonder if that's what I looked like."

Sarah glanced up at Laura's face. "What?"

"I just wondered if I looked like you do now, half scared and half excited."

Sarah grinned and crawled between Laura's legs. "That's about the size of it." She stopped about five inches away and stared. Her face was expressionless but her breathing was labored.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I want to, it's just . . . "

"I know."

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth wide and covered Laura's pussy. She stayed there, frozen, breathing so heavy Laura felt her breath tickle her pubic hair.

Laura looked down at Sarah's head between her legs. The sensation of Sarah's warm mouth increased Laura's tension. Laura admitted she was wrong about needing to recharge. Her breasts begin to tingle and her pussy heated up. She took her breasts in her hands and squeezed.

Sarah changed position, keeping her mouth tight against Laura's pussy. She moved her arms under Laura's legs and cupped her breasts. Sarah covered Laura's hands with hers and mimicked Laura's actions. When Laura squeezed her breasts, she felt Sarah's hands tighten over her own. Sarah wiggled a little, trying to find a more comfortable position for her neck. Her lip brushed over Laura's clit. Laura gasped at the electric sensation. She squeezed her breasts tighter and pulled her legs up to give Sarah better access to her pussy.

Sarah's breathing relaxed a little and she let her hands roam on their own accord. Laura let her hands fall away from her breasts and let Sarah caress and squeeze them on her own. Sarah's tongue tentatively probed Laura's opening. The older woman moaned and fisted her hands in the bedspread. Her reactions encouraged Sarah to further explorations. Soon her tongue traced the bottom of Laura's entrance while her bottom lip inched toward her anus. Then she moved her tongue and pushed it deeper inside, exploring Laura's vagina. She pushed her tongue in and out, fucking Laura with it. Her top lip moved over her clit and Laura panted, climbing higher and higher toward heaven. It didn't take long for Laura to come. Her hands found themselves tangled in Sarah's hair. Her legs clamped around the blond head. She moaned wantonly, voicing inarticulate words of encouragement and passion.

When the orgasm began to subside and Laura's body began to relax, Sarah slid her fingers across Laura's breasts until they found her nipples. She squeezed them until it almost hurt. Pulling up, she lifted Laura's heavy breasts off her chest. At the same time she rammed her tongue deep inside Laura and gently scraped her teeth against Laura's lips. The odd mixture of hard against soft with the pressure on her nipples sent Laura into another orgasm more intense than anything she felt before. It seemed to go on and on until Laura realized Sarah's hands had left her nipples. Sarah moved her head so her whole face, from chin to nose, stimulated Laura's sex. 

Laura's whole body convulsed as spasm after spasm radiated from her core. Laura lost track of time. She had to push Sarah's head away from her; the pleasure was so intense it started to hurt.

Sarah moved back and grinned expressively at Laura. Her face was covered in Laura's fluids. "I see what you mean. Making you come is a huge turn-on. I'm dripping wet and all I can think of is going down on you again."

"Move closer." Laura indicated where she wanted Sarah to move with a lazy gesture.

"Now what?" Sarah cocked her head in puzzlement but moved so she knelt next to Laura on the bed.

"Now you get to come." Laura didn't have energy for much, but she managed to cup Sarah's pussy. She slipped a finger inside Sarah's soaking entrance. Then she pushed her thumb against Sarah's clit. Sarah moaned and tilted her pelvis forward, giving Laura better access. She cupped her breasts and tugged at her nipples. It didn't take long for Sarah's overexcited body to come apart in an explosive orgasm.

Sarah settled back on her heels and grinned down at Laura. "I like your hand there."

"I like it there too."

"Oh my god!" Both women turned to look at the young woman standing in the doorway. Laura's daughter stood there, pale, maybe in shock. "Mom?"

Laura yanked her hand out from between Sarah's legs and grasped for something to cover herself with.

"Marcy, what are you doing here?"

The shock faded away from Marcy's face replaced by a disgusted snarl. "You filthy depraved whore!" Laura heard her daughter's feet pound down the hall then down the stairs.



Naked Vows Ch. 06



Laura rolled out of bed and struggled into her bathrobe. She had it tied closed by the time she reached the stairs. "Marcy, wait!"

Marcy was in the front room tugging on her husbands arm. "Come on Spence, we have to go."

"What's wrong?" Spence's face contracted with concern. "Is your mom all right?"

"Lets go!" Marcy tugged so hard at Spence's arm she pulled him half way to the door.

"Wait. Please, Marcy, don't go yet. Let me explain." Laura stopped at the foot of the stairs.

"Laura, what's going on?" Spence turned and when he saw Laura his eyes went wide and he smiled. "Oh, you interrupted something." He turned to his wife. "Marcy, settle down. You should be happy for your mom."

"No, I shouldn't! Let's go."

"I told you not to walk in." Spence grinned down at his wife. "Maybe next time you'll listen to me."

"It's not funny." Tears filled Marcy's eyes and she looked even paler than she had upstairs. She dug her fingernails into Spence's sleeve and hissed at him. "Get me out of here."

"What is wrong with you?" Spence turned to Laura then his gaze flicked up the stairs and they went wide again. "Oh." His eyes jumped from Laura to Sarah and back again. "You walked in on that, did you?"

"Yes. Lets go!"

Sarah rested her hand on Laura's shoulder and the older woman was more grateful than she could say for that simple gesture of support. Laura patted her hand and glanced at her. She wore one of the dresses she brought over and looked presentable. Except her hair which looked as mussed as Laura's must be.

"Hello." Spence's smile looked forced but Laura didn't know if it was because of Sarah or because of Marcy's behavior.

Laura reached out to Marcy, not sure what she hoped to accomplish.

"Keep your disgusting hands away from me!" Marcy slapped Laura's hand away. Her face contorted into something Laura would never recognize as her daughter. Then Marcy spit at her.

It felt like all the air was sucked out of the room.

"What is the matter with you?" Spence grabbed Marcy's arm and made her face him.

"What do you think?" She gestured at Laura and Sarah. "Do you know what they were doing?"

"I've got a pretty good idea." Spence glared at her. "So what?"

"So what?" Marcy's face went from pale to red and Laura doubted it was a blush. "They were . . . they were . . . "

"Yea, I know. I have a cousin who-."

"Your cousin isn't my mother!"

"You're right." Spence took a steadying breath then fished in his pocket for his keys. "Come on, you need to wait in the car." He opened the door and pressed a button on his key chain. Laura heard a car beep.

"Why wait? There's no reason for you to stay. We need to leave now. My mother is a degenerate, a sick pervert. There's nothing left to say because we're never talking to her again."

"Watch it!" Sarah stepped forward. "You have no right to speak to her that way."

"It's ok." Laura grabbed Sarah's arm and eased her back. "Let me handle this." Sarah looked ready for battle. Despite the sick feeling in her stomach Laura felt indescribably pleased. No one stood up for her in years and, for once, Laura didn't feel alone. "Please."

"Ok." Sarah stepped back.

Laura took a deep breath and forced her emotions away. The last time she hurt this bad was when she buried Tom. But she refused to let her own daughter talk to her this way. She imagined herself facing a room full of snide investors and she wore her best suit instead of a bathrobe. When she opened her eyes, she felt her control click into place.

Marcy stood in the doorway staring at Laura with empty contempt. "What would dad think?"

Laura knew Marcy meant that as a devastating parting shot but it didn't work. Instead, it surprised a laugh out of her, especially after what Clair said about it. Even so, Marcy had no right to behave like a spoiled little girl. "Your dad would have loved it." She glanced at Sarah with a small smile. "Hell, he would have wanted to join us."

"I hate you!" Marcy's purple face contorted with hate and impotent rage. "You're a filthy, unclean whore!" Marcy slammed the door on her way to the car. 

"I'm sorry about that." Spence spoke into the ringing silence.

Laura opened her mouth but she had no idea what to say as Marcy's last words echoed in her ears.

"I'm Spencer." Spence walked to Sarah and held out his hand.

"Sarah." She took his hand.

"I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but . . . " Spence shrugged. "Maybe next time thing's will go better."

"I don't think they could go much worse," said Sarah.

"Heaven forbid. Can you take care of her? She looks like she needs it."

Laura wanted to say she didn't need to be taken care of, but she couldn't stop staring at the door. 

"Of course." Sarah put an arm around Laura's shoulders.

"Good. Now I need to go take care of my wife." Spence gave Laura a brief hug. "Don't worry, Marcy walked in on something she doesn't understand. She'll calm down soon enough. I have experience with these things."

"Your cousin?" asked Sarah.

"Yup. Listen, Laura. Tell Logan as soon as possible. It will be easier for everyone." Spence gave them a friendly wave on his way out.

When the door closed Laura ran for the bathroom. Her stomach roiled like boiling water.

* * *

Sarah felt sick to her stomach so she could only imagine how Laura felt. She put her ear to the bathroom door in time to hear the toilet flush.

Sarah knocked softly. "Laura? Are you all right?"

"Go away."

Sarah took a deep breath then let it out in a sigh. She had never been caught having sex before and wanted to be embarrassed but Marcy's aftermath left her feeling a thick numbness. Poor Laura. Laura didn't want people to know yet and Sarah felt the same way. Their relationship was too new and fragile for other people to put stress on it. They should have been able to talk about it, decide together how they wanted to make their relationship public. Instead it all came crashing down.

Well it was public now and they needed to deal with it. Or at least start dealing with it. Except she had no idea what to do or even where to start. She needed inspiration and ironically Laura was the best place she knew where to get it from. What would Laura do if she wasn't the one in so much pain? She would take charge, that's what. So Sarah had to take charge and take care of Laura. Now she needed to get Laura out of the bathroom so she could start.

"Laura, come out of there right now." Sarah didn't expect Laura to obey, at least not right away. "I'm not going anywhere so don't tell me to go away again."

Much to Sarah's surprise, Laura opened the door. Her face was red and tear streaked and Sarah smelled bile. "You look like hell just spit you out." Sarah pulled Laura into her arms and felt her lover's body wracked with sobs. It unnerved her to see how hurt and helpless Laura was. It also pissed her off. Marcy had no right to treat Laura like that. 

Sarah held Laura and stroked her hair while she cried. It was one thing to decide to be strong and take control but Sarah had no idea what to do. She knew how Laura would act but she didn't know what the older woman would do. Sarah didn't know how to make this better, she didn't know how to do anything except organize house parties. 

If this happened at one of her parties, what would she do? First thing, get the unhappy guest cleaned up. "Come on, Laura. Lets get you in the shower."

"I'm not in the mood."

Sarah wished Laura had spoken with a little heat or maybe some irritation. She never imagined hearing that quiet, broken voice from Laura. Damn Marcy for doing this to her. "Me either, but we have to get cleaned up."

Laura followed Sarah upstairs and into the bathroom. Sarah started the water and took Laura's robe off then handed her into the shower where she stood with her back to the hot spray. Sarah lifted her dress off over her head and hung it on the door next to Laura's robe. Laura didn't so much as glance at Sarah's body when she climbed into the stall and closed the door. She stared blankly, lost in her personal world of misery.

Sarah took the soap and gently and impersonally washed Laura. She moved as quickly and thoroughly as possible while making sure her touch wasn't misinterpreted as sexual. "Turn around so I can wash your hair." After she rinsed out the shampoo, Sarah used the conditioner. When she finished, she shut off the water, dried Laura, then wrapped the damp towel around her own body.

Sarah helped Laura slip into her bath robe then led her to the bedroom. She gently brushed Laura's hair then pulled it back into a tight ponytail. Once her hair was immaculate Sarah applied Laura's makeup until she looked as sever and commanding as any CEO could hope for.

"Lets get you dressed." Sarah started with the plain panties and bra she had intended to throw out a few short hours ago. Did she say short? It seemed like years had passed since Marcy walked in on them. Laura pulled her panties on but Sarah had to help with the bra. Next Sarah picked out a plain white blouse and grey slacks. Laura took a little more incentive with the blouse and slacks and almost seemed herself when she pulled on the suit jacket. "You look invincible." Sarah looked Laura up and down. "Go downstairs and wait for me. Why don't you get us some wine while you're down there."

Without a word Laura walked out of her bedroom.

Sarah yanked her cloths on and put her hair into a ponytail not nearly so neat as Laura's then ran downstairs. She found Laura on the couch sipping wine. A second glass sat on the coffee table waiting for her. Sarah debated setting next to Laura and holding her or facing Laura across the table to speak face to face. She decided to set across from Laura to better gauge her lovers emotions.

"I can't even begin to understand what you feel right now." Sarah wanted to take Laura's hand but she was too far away so Sarah settled for the glass of wine. "I don't know how to help you or even how to help you feel better. But I am here and I will help you through this."

"I know." Laura spoke gently and avoided Sarah's eyes. She sat her wine glass on the table then hugged herself.

"Good." Sarah forced the word into the silence threatening to grow awkward. " Spence is right, the first thing we need to do is tell your son."

"There may not be a reason to."

"What do you mean? Of course there's a reason to. He'll find out from Marcy if you don't tell him first. Which do you think will go better?"

"Logan is on a trip. He won't be back for another week."

"You should still call him. If you don't, Marcy will. She want's to hurt you and I can't imagine a better way than telling Logan first."

"We can't call him. He's on a river rafting trip. There's no way to contact him."

"Good. That gives us plenty of time to figure out what to say." Sarah finished her wine, set the glass on the coffee table, then moved around to sit next to Laura.

"We may not have to tell him anything."

"Laura, he needs to know. He'll find out one way or the other." Sarah snuggled up next to Laura and stroked her shoulder.

"I need some time to think. I'm confused. We need to stop seeing each other for a while."

Sarah's hand stopped stroking Laura's shoulder and her stomach felt like it dropped to the center of the earth. "We can stop having sex, but we need to keep seeing each other."

"I can't, not right now. When you're around, I can't keep my hands off you. I can't think when you're next to me. Right now I need to think harder than I ever have in my life."

Sarah moved to the far end of the couch afraid Laura might feel her tremble. It was Frank all over again. Sarah suddenly became inconvenient so Laura was throwing her away. "I just got you back. It's not fair. You'll feel different tomorrow." Sarah tried to sound confident but she wasn't.

"You need to leave." Laura got up and grabbed her purse and fished in it for her car keys. "I'm going back to work."

"Don't go! You can't leave me, not now. You need me. Please say you need me."

"You should understand." Laura stood in the doorway, her back to Sarah. "This is the same thing you demanded from me when Frank came back."

* * *

Sarah paced from one end of her house to the other visiting every room in between. She carried her cell phone with her everywhere checking constantly to make sure it worked. She turned the land line ringer to maximum and double checked it every hour or so to make sure it worked. Then she called her land line from her cell and vise-versa to triple check they worked. Why didn't Laura call?

Stupid Question. Laura called her dozens of times after Frank showed up and Sarah ignored her for days. Sarah hopped this was Laura's way of teaching her a lesson. She deserved it. It must have crushed Laura when Sarah ignored her. 

What if Laura decided to break up? She had every right to, Sarah gave her more than enough reasons. The biggest one was sleeping with Frank. Only Laura wouldn't dump Sarah for that, not when Laura made love to her after her confession.

Slick, icy fear knotted Sarah's stomach; she was ashamed of what she did and hadn't actually confessed, she just said something about falling into old habits. Maybe Laura didn't want to understand what Sarah meant. Still, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that Laura figured out she cheated on her. If Laura did, that might be why she didn't call, she couldn't forgive Sarah.

Late at night, In her darker moments, Sarah knew Laura decided their relationship was over; Sarah had made too many unforgivable decisions. She got so scared and depressed she didn't dare drink. The one thing keeping Sarah from falling to pieces was her dead certainty Laura wouldn't avoid a confrontation. After the way Laura stood up to her own daughter Sarah knew she would look Sarah in the eye and dump her face to face. 

She couldn't count the times she picked up her phone to call Laura. Each time she picked it up she remembered the way she ignored Laura's calls and lost her nerve. What if Laura recognized her number and decided not to answer? She couldn't work up the nerve to call; better to not call than be rejected.

If Sarah had known how it felt to be treated this way . . . It wouldn't have made a difference. At the time she was too lost in confusion to consider other people's feelings. 

Five days later Sarah noticed the date while checking the charge on her phone. Logan would be back soon. They needed to work things out before then. Sarah ignored the phone, she went through the depressing process of wondering if Laura would answer too often. The only way to do this was face to face. She snatched her purse and strode to the door intent on going straight to Laura's office and demanding to see her.

Sarah got half way there and chickened out. As in control as she wanted to be, she didn't have it in her to beat down Laura's door. She ended up driving around aimlessly trying to decide what to do. The answer came to her while filling her gas tank. Ironically, a conversation she had with Laura gave her the answer.

Sarah went to a tailor shop. It wasn't something she ever did for herself but she needed it to face Laura. She needed every physical and emotional advantage she could get. Laura talked about using clothes to make an impression or project a certain personality trait. Right now Sarah needed to project confidence and desirability. A skirt suit is what Sarah decided she needed. While the tailor made the alterations, Sarah went back to the lingerie store Laura took her to. She needed underwear that made her feel confident and sexy. When she got back to the tailor's she gulped at the bill. She never imagined paying so much money for clothes. Frank gave her a generous alimony and her needs were simple since she didn't do anything except waste away in her house. Although she could easily afford it, her hand shook when she signed the receipt.

Before going to Laura's office she stopped for a make over and hair do. Sarah had to admit she looked important enough to demand to be seen at once. She marched into the building like she owned it, intent on seeing Laura no matter what.

When she walked through the door to Laura's office suite, she saw a woman about Laura's age seated behind a beautiful mahogany desk. She raised a quizzical eyebrow but smiled invitingly. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Laura." Sarah spoke with all the confidence she could manage and though she felt sick with dread, she sounded convincing.

"You're here to see Laura?" The woman's eyes went wide then her face relaxed into a friendly smile. "You're here to see Laura, not Mrs. Westover." Her smile deepened. "You must be Sarah."

The name plaque on the woman's desk said Clair. "I'm so glad you're here." She came around the desk and shook Sarah's hand. 

"You are?" Sarah expected several possibilities, most involved her being thrown out. Not once did she foresee being welcomed.

"Yes I am. Please have a seat." Clair led Sarah to a comfortable couch beneath a large window. "You have no idea how unhappy Laura's been for the past few days. She's miserable and dragging everyone else down with her." Clair sat next to Sarah and looked at her with an intense frown. "Laura used to glow when she talked about you then last week she came back to work early looking as bad as she did when Tom died. What happened?" What did you do? Was written across her face.

"Laura and I are . . . were . . . " Sarah had no idea what Laura had told Clair about the day Marcy caught them and didn't want to say too much. Yet she needed Clair on her side to talk to Laura.

"I know you're lovers. I also know you ignored her for a week. What happened?" Clair looked ready to claw Sarah's eyes out if she didn't start talking.

"It wasn't my fault." Sarah gulped and licked her dry lips. "This time," she continued, compelled by honesty to take the blame she earned. Clair raised an eyebrow that spoke volumes of disbelief. "We were . . . making love and . . . " Sarah's face burned but she didn't know if it was from remembering what happened next or admitting it out loud to a complete stranger. "And her daughter, Marcy, walked in on us."

"Oh." Clair blinked, and looked thoughtful. "Oh. I take it there wasn't a way to explain it as something else?"

Sarah closed her eyes and shook her head no. "Laura told me to leave. She said . . . " Tears filled Sarah's eyes and her throat closed around her words. She sat there struggling to get her voice under control but didn't bother trying to stop her tears, she knew it was futile.

"It's ok, sweety." Clair patted her shoulder. "I'll bet that was one ugly scene. Marcy has always been high strung. Laura hasn't spoken to you since then?"

"No, but I need to see her, Logan will be home soon and we need to know where we stand. If we're still together-." Her voice hitched and she had to swallow hard to get her throat back under control. "If we're still together, we need to talk about how to tell him. Spencer insisted we tell him before Marcy does and I agree." Sarah looked at the door with Laura's name on it. "Can I please talk to her? I need to."

"I'm sorry, she's in a meeting."

"Of course." Sarah was a fool to think she could get past Laura's secretary. She stood up and straightened her skirt. "I don't suppose I can make an appointment."

"I can do better than that, but first you need to fix your makeup and dry your eyes." Clair led Sarah through Laura's office to a private restroom. "Hurry up in there. Laura's meeting is one of her larger ones and it's common for assistants to come and go. I think I can sneak you in."

"You can?" Sarah didn't trust her ears. She expected Clair to brush her off but it looked like she wanted to help her fight for Laura.

"Yes, I can." Clair smiled at Sarah. "I haven't seen Laura so happy in years, and I refuse to let Marcy ruin it."




Naked Vows Ch. 06



"Thank you. I don't know what to say. Our relationship is so new and different and vulnerable. I'm not sure about anything. We're not even sure we're good lesbians." Sarah clamped her mouth shut, this was not the time or the person to babble in front of.

"I don't think it's about being a lesbian. You can't always help who you fall in love with." Clair led Sarah down a hall and into a large conference room filled with people. Clair had her sit in a chair against the wall near the door. Sarah had a good view of Laura's profile. Watching her lead the meeting was odd. Clair was right about people coming and going and doubted Laura even noticed Clair lead her in.

As Sarah watched Laura she found herself in awe of how commanding and masterful she was with her people. She was so completely the boss, so self assured and forceful, that Sarah started feeling uneasy. She never saw this side of Laura. How could a woman who demanded so much respect and obedience need someone to take control in private? 

It didn't take long for the meeting to break up. When it did Clair stopped Laura and pointed to Sarah. Something subtle changed in Laura. Sarah couldn't put her finger on it but if she had to guess she would say Laura looked . . . relieved.

Sarah stood up as Laura walked to her.

"Hello Mrs. Weaver. I'm glad you made it here today. If you will follow me back to my office, we can deal with your business."

"Yes ma'am." Sarah fell in next to and a little behind Laura and followed her back to her office. Her mouth went dry and she felt a little sick. Laura had never been so distant or remote from Sarah before. She was so formal and commanding that Sarah knew Laura intended to dump her.

"Clair, I have some extensive business to conduct. Please make sure we aren't disturbed."

"Is that what you call it? Yes ma'am, I'll see to it no one comes through that door. You can count on me!" Clair's eyes twinkled as Laura gave her a dirty look. "I'll free up your schedule."

Laura ushered Sarah into her office and she heard Laura lock the door. Sarah took a deep breath. The more she thought about how Laura commanded all those people the more she decided she made a mistake. She expected it to be hard to talk to Laura but she didn't expect to feel this afraid. Laura was a powerful woman who could do anything she wanted. Sarah couldn't compete with that, but she had to try. Frank always told her what to do, he dictated everything until her life fell apart. How much of that was her fault? Was being Frank's doormat of a wife why he left? Did always being in charge and making all the decisions become a chore? Did he get sick of being a husband and a parent to the same person? Probably. If Sarah didn't try to save this relationship she would never forgive herself. If she accepted Laura leaving her like she accepted everything Frank did, then she deserved her misery. At least if she tried and failed, she knew she tried. 

Sarah started to turn to Laura but her eye caught the pictures on her desk. They faced away from her but she knew they were photos of Laura's children. Her heart sank again, she couldn't compete with them. She told herself it didn't matter, she loved Laura and it was time to get her back. Sarah wouldn't beg or try to talk Laura into coming back to her, no, she intended to demand it. Laura promised to do what Sarah said and it was time for Laura to live up to that promise. Sarah took a deep breath and turned to face Laura.

"Laura, I . . . "

Laura leaned against the door like it was her only support. Her eyes were huge and shown with unshed tears while her lip quivered. 

Sarah refused to allow Laura to dump her before she had the chance to speak her peace. "I want you back. I want you to come back to me."

Laura sagged against the door and dropped her head. "I intended to call you tonight after work." Sarah knew it was about to end, but when Laura raised her head again her face shown in a beatific smile. "I've missed you so much."

Now Sarah needed support and backed up until she felt Laura's desk behind her. She settled her weight against it because her trembling legs threatened to give out.

Laura pushed away from the door with what seemed like new found strength. "I though you came here to tell me we were over." She took a couple steps toward Sarah and took off her suit jacket. "I have something to show you."

Laura tossed her jacket on the couch then unbuttoned her vest and took it off. As she moved, Sarah thought she saw Laura's tits sway. Laura tossed the vest on top of the jacket then stretched to shut the blinds to the big window. As the shirt stretched across Laura's back, Sarah saw no hint of bra straps.

"You're not wearing a bra!" Sarah said, more than a little dismayed. "What about all that talk of projecting an image?"

"There's no way anyone can tell under my vest." Laura unbuttoned the shirt.

"Why?"

"It's what you wanted." Laura pulled the shirt tails out of her skirt. "It made me feel close to you." The shirt dropped to the floor and Sarah's eyes went straight to Laura's magnificent, beautiful tits. "Guess what?"

"What?" Sarah's eyes were drawn to Laura's chest. She wanted the weight and softness of those tits in her hands. She wanted her mouth on them.

Laura unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down. She let it drop and Sarah's eyes went straight to the thick patch of hair covering Laura's sex. "No panties either."

Sarah goggled at her beautiful lover standing naked before her. "What are you doing?" Sarah's heart tripped into overdrive as reality crashed in around her. Her voice dropped to a panicked hiss. "What if someone comes in and catches you naked in your office with another woman?"

Laura laughed a deep throated sexy laugh. "The company will survive. I'll survive." Laura took Sarah's hand and led her around the desk and had her set in her chair. "Besides someone would have to knock Clair out and bash down the door. We'd have plenty of time to get dressed. Relax." Laura's hands worked at Sarah's skirt fasteners.

"I can't." Sarah made a half hearted attempt to push Laura's hands away. "What about your children?"

Laura pulled her hands down to Sarah's thighs and closed her eyes. "I didn't know what to do after Marcy left. I've been lost in indecision since then. I wanted to call you but every time I reached for the phone I remembered Marcy spitting at me." Laura opened her eyes and looked up into Sarah's eyes. "Then I saw you in the meeting and you can't believe how happy that made." Laura smiled ironically. "You scared the hell out of me, setting there looking so professional and distant. I couldn't tell if you were here to leave me or not."

"You don't know how hard it was for me to come here. I thought you wanted to dump me, but Logan was coming back and I needed to know where we stood. If you still wanted me, we needed time to discuss telling Logan. If you were through with me . . . well at least I would know." Sarah grinned. "Since you're kneeling between my legs and naked I assume you're not through with me."

"No." Laura grinned wickedly. "I'm so not through with you." She reached for Sarah's skirt again.

"Wait." Sarah grabbed Laura's hands. "What about your children?"

"If they were younger, things might be different, but they're adults now. When you have children your life changes. Suddenly you don't matter any more. Everything you do, every decision you make, is about them. They take over your life. Now that they're grown and living their own lives, I can have mine back. I raised them to make their own decisions and be independent. I love them, but I'm glad they're out on their own. I'm finally free and it's past time for me to live my own life again." Sarah freed her hands from Sarah's and started at her skirt again. "Let me show you how sorry I am for making you wait." This time Sarah let Laura have her way.

It didn't take long for Laura to push her skirt up. "Lift your ass up so I can get this out of my way."

"Laura, I can't believe you said that." Sarah lifted her ass so Laura could shove her skirt up to her waist.

"What can I say? I haven't had you in a week." Laura grabbed Sarah's panties and yanked them aside. "I feel crude." She might feel crude, but she blushed just the same. "I want my mouth on your cunt."

"Oh god." Sarah's head lulled back on Laura's boss chair. Laura never talked like this, which made it a testimony of her desire for Sarah. She felt her pussy flood with need. 

Laura pushed her legs up until Sarah felt her knees push into her tits. Her pussy burned and her tits ached with lust as Laura nuzzled Sarah's pubic hair and grinned up at her lover. "Something tells me it wont take much for you to come in my mouth." Then Laura licked from her asshole up to her clit. Sarah hurtled to the edge of orgasm. She gripped the chair arms like a lifeline.

"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?" Laura smiled up at Sarah. She moved Sarah's legs back down and levered herself to her feet on Sarah's knees. "I better stop, otherwise you'll be done before I've even started."

"I'm good with that." Sarah pouted and wanted to tell Laura to get back down on her knee's and finish what she started. She didn't say anything, though, sensing Laura needed to say something. Too much had happened, they had been apart for too long. 

"I'm not." Laura moved behind Sarah then reached over the chair back and kneaded her shoulders and neck.

"Hey, I'm in the boss's chair, that means I get to tell you what to do." Sarah hadn't realized how tense she was until Laura rubbed the tension away. Her hands felt so good so Sarah kept her mouth shut and let Laura work her magic.

"We have some thing's to talk about. It seems like every time we get comfortable life puts something in our way." Laura's hands left Sarah's shoulders and she unbuttoned the top button of Sarah's shirt. She pushed the collar back to massage Sarah's skin instead of rubbing through the fabric.

"Life will always cause problems." Sarah moaned in contentment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

"Yes, but we have to stop running way from each other when it does. We need to make a commitment to each other."

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Sarah grinned, knowing that wasn't what Laura meant.

"No, silly." Laura reached down and undid two more buttons. "I'm saying we need to quit hurting ourselves and each other. We're stronger together." Laura slid her hands under Sarah's shirt and rubbed up and down Sarah's chest, stopping at the top of her new bra. For such a comforting, relaxing, nonsexual touch, Sarah was getting incredibly turned on. "From now on, we stay with each other instead of disappearing for days on end."

"Deal," said Sarah. "But sometimes I need my space, I needed time away from you to figure some thing's out. I can't always think when you're around." Like now. Sarah felt so relaxed and aroused she had trouble saying a whole sentence. "Nor can you expect me to believe you didn't need your space after Marcy caught us."

"I did and I'm sure you did when Frank showed up. But did we need to ignore each other for so long?"

Sarah thought about it as she felt Laura lean further over the chair. Her hands came out from underneath Sarah's shirt and now Laura rubbed up and down Sarah's arms. "No. I wasn't ready to see you right away, but I could have talked to you, let you know what was going on."

"I felt the same way. I needed time, but I shouldn't have shut you out." Laura moved to Sarah's left to look her eye to eye. "We need to stop doing that. If we do need space we say so up front and never take more than a day without talking to each other."

Somehow Sarah managed to keep her eyes off Laura's chest and look the older woman in the face. "Deal." She reached up and ran her palm over Laura's plump tit. "But I can't imagine needing so much time away from you again."

"Me either." Laura's eyelids drooped at Sarah's touch. "So do we have a deal? No more running away for days at a time?" Laura grabbed Sarah's hand and smashed her breast with it. She moaned and took Sarah's hand off her body.

"No more running away." Sarah would have agreed to anything right then if it meant touching Laura again.

"Good. Now we're finished talking. Lets get to the make up sex."

"Is that what we're having?" Sarah giggled as Laura turned the chair so she could straddle Sarah's hips. "I've never had make up sex before."

"Yes you have." Laura leaned over to nuzzle Sarah's neck. "What do you think we did when we got together after Frank left?"

"That was . . . " Sarah lost her train of thought when Laura moved so she caressed Sarah's ear with her nose. Her hot, moist breath warmed Sarah's ear and sent goose bumps rippling over her entire body.

"It was." Laura nibbled along Sarah's jaw.

"I thought you had to - Oh God!" Laura pumped her hips across Sarah's lap and ran her hands through Sarah's hair. Laura's tits flattened against Sarah's chest and she felt the older woman's nipples stiffen against her skin. "I thought you had to fight before you had makeup sex."

"Nope, you have to hurt your lovers feelings and acknowledge it." Laura's hands moved down Sarah's body to undo the last two buttons on Sarah's shirt. "You hurt my feelings then when we got together we had makeup sex. Then I hurt your feelings and now we're having makeup sex." Laura pushed Sarah's shirt open and leaned into her, touching as much of her skin against Sarah's as she could.

"Shut up." Sarah grabbed Laura's ass and pulled her even tighter against herself.

Laura's mouth covered hers and Sarah lost herself to the kiss. Then Laura undulated, sliding her skin against Sarah's. "I'm going to make you come so hard." Laura growled into Sarah's mouth.

"Promises, promises," Sarah gasped into Laura's mouth before pushing her tongue between Laura's lips. Laura had it right, Sarah was so hot for her lover she was about to explode.

Laura slid off Sarah's lap until she knelt in front of the younger woman. She ran her hands up and down Sarah's calves. "Tom always liked me to wear stockings. I thought it was because they looked sexy, but that isn't all." She scooted back a little more and brought Sarah's foot up and slipped the shoe off. "It feels so sexy. The smooth friction on my palm is one of the most erotic sensations I've ever felt."

"Glad you like it." Sarah was panting, barely getting enough air and her pussy soaked through her panties.

"I love it. You'll get your turn soon enough, then you'll see." Laura rubbed Sarah's foot with both thumbs then sucked Sarah's big tow into her mouth. "Mmm, you can't believe how nylon feels against your lips." She brought Sarah's foot down and pressed it against her tit. "It feels even better here." She moved Sarah's foot in small circles and Sarah felt Laura's nipple slide across the arch of her foot.

"Laura, I'm in the boss's chair. I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do."

"I guess I'm a bad girl because I'm going to do what I want." Laura put Sarah's foot down then put both hands on her knees. She slid her hands up and down Sarah's inner thighs. Each caress moved closer to Sarah's burning sex. "I don't think you'll complain, though."

"Uh hunh." Sarah couldn't think anymore. She stared into Laura's eyes as Laura stared between Sarah's legs. Sarah needed to come. Her mind shut down as her body took over. Laura's hands moved past the tops of Sarah's stockings. Her hands felt cool against Sarah's hot thighs, but they did nothing to cool Sarah's heat. Laura's hands finally reached the top of Sarah's legs. Her fingers traced the elastic of Sarah's panties, slowly moving up and down until they slipped under the fabric and tickled the short, blond hair.

"Laura, please!" Sarah's need was so great she thought she might cry.

"Please, what, lover?"

"Touch me!"

"I am." Laura moved her eyes from between Sarah's legs to her face and graced her with a wicked grin. "Or do you want me to touch you here?" Laura moved her finger and it slipped effortlessly inside Sarah's swollen, needing vagina.

"Oh Laura!" It felt so good. She was so close to coming. She humped furiously against Laura's finger on the edge of a climax but Laura pulled away before she came.

"Oops. Sorry." Laura didn't sound sorry. "I didn't mean to slide so deep into you. You're a bit more . . . excited than I expected." She brought her hand to her lips. There was no mistaking which finger penetrated her. It glistened with Sarah's arousal. "It looked like this." Laura closed her lips and pushed her wet finger between them. Little pinpricks of sweat covered Sarah's skin. She gasped for air.

"Please!" The word was drawn out, begging.

"As you wish, my love." Laura didn't break eye contact as she pushed Sarah's legs up and apart. "Hold you legs up so I can get to you."

Sarah grabbed her legs and pulled them to her chest. The sweet ache of her engorged tits eased a bit as she flattened them with her knees.

Laura, still looking into Sarah's eyes, pulled the soaked gusset out of her way. The cool air against her slick skin inflamed her sex more. She moved her head forward, her lips parted, intent on giving Sarah the most intimate of open mouthed kisses. Then her mouth met Sarah's pussy. Her lips covered her opening and Laura's tongue pushed inside her then licked up until it slid across Sarah's clit. Her pussy convulsed and her entire body went ridged. She couldn't move, couldn't breath, couldn't scream. Sarah sat there, wide eyed and frozen, every muscle contracting as intense pleasure thrummed along every nerve.

When she came down, she sucked in air like a bellows and let it out in a long shuddering moan.

Laura looked up at Sarah from between her legs. She looked a little stunned. "Again," she said, then attacked Sarah's pussy with her mouth. Her tongue worked her clit while she pushed up inside Sarah with her fingers. Sarah didn't have a chance to catch her breath before her body shuddered in orgasmic convulsions.

Sarah lost track of everything but the pleasure consuming her. Her entire body felt the orgasm. She had no idea how long it lasted. For all she knew, days had passed.

When at last she came back to herself, Laura was leaning against her desk and Sarah was slumped in the chair, almost sliding out of it.

"Wow." Laura grinned like she was the one who had a life-altering orgasm. "For a minute there I thought I might have to call a paramedic."

Sarah was a little dazed, like coming off anesthesia. She knew Laura was talking but she couldn't focus on the words. She looked around, unsure where she was. Her body shook like she just finished an intense workout and had trouble pushing herself up in the chair. Laura had to help her. By the time she was properly seated she felt a little more lucid.

"What the hell was that and do it again!" Sarah grinned up at Laura and blinked away tears she didn't remember shedding.

"I'll try." Laura handed her a glass of water. "You look thirsty."

Sarah took the glass and drained it in one go. "Thanks," she muttered, still trying to catch her breath. She pulled the sticky fabric away from her chest. "Damn, my brand new outfit is soaked."

"It will dry out."

"It better. It ran into four digits, and I'm not including the decimal point!"

"Why did you pay so much for it?"

"I needed every advantage I could think of to get you back." Sarah watched Laura stand naked before her, skin flushed in arousal and a proud grin on her face. "I guess it worked. It was worth every penny." She tried to stand up to give Laura a kiss but her legs shook too much so she fell back into Laura's chair. "So this is the boss's chair. I like it. It makes me feel good."

"I'm glad, but I'm not finished yet." Laura grabbed the chair arms and leaned forward. Sarah's eyes were drawn to Laura's tits. The woman knew how to display them to best advantage. Then, moving slow and graceful, Laura climbed on the chair and straddled Sarah's lap. She levered herself up so her tits swayed in Sarah's face. Her nipples were hard and swollen with desire. "I've missed your mouth on me." Laura lifted her tit, offering it to Sarah.




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Sarah opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, giving the long nipple a slow lick. Then she sucked the tip deep into her hot, wanting mouth. A shiver shot through Laura's body and her head lulled back. "Yes," she moaned as her hips started grinding against the air.

Sarah smiled. It felt so good to be with this woman. It felt so good making this woman feel so good. She bit down on Laura's nipple hard enough to make her shudder, harder than Sarah enjoyed. Sarah tilted her head back, lifting Laura's tit off her chest. Laura's hand went to Sarah's shoulder for support as she leaned back, pulling against Sarah's teeth and stretching her tit away from her body. The look on her face was priceless. She threw her head back and took her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her grip on Sarah's shoulder tightened. Sarah noticed Laura's free hand slide toward her pussy. Couldn't have that, it was Sarah's privilege to make Laura come. She opened her teeth letting Laura's tit fall.

"No." Laura almost wailed in frustration. She held her other tit up in offering. Sarah resisted the temptation and leaned away.

"You've been very mean to me." Sarah grinned wickedly so Laura knew Sarah was playing. "I think it's time you paid a little penance."

"You aren't going to spank me again, are you?" Laura whined, but Sarah thought she detected a hint of excitement in her voice as well.

"No. I have other ideas."



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Sarah eased Laura off her lap and looked at her new skirt. It was crumpled around her waist and her panties were twisted and pulled around. "You've messed up my new cloths. You need to straighten them out."

"I'll hang them in my closet."

"No. You did this without permission so now you need to be responsible and put them back on."

Laura pouted as she knelt in front of Sarah and slid her hands down the younger woman's legs. She leaned forward to nuzzle against Sarah's pubic mound and Sarah almost said to hell with it and attacked Laura. Somehow she managed to keep in control. When Laura slid her thong into place between her ass cheeks, she almost lost it, again. Laura tugged at the thin strap and Sarah stifled a moan as it rubbed against her sex. Her clit throbbed as Laura's fingers played around the front panel of her panties and caressed all around her pussy, but never quite touched it. Three more seconds and Sarah's determination would have broken. Thankfully Laura moved on to Sarah's skirt. She pulled the rich fabric over Sarah's hips and smoothed the fabric out. 

"Now what?" Laura ran her fingers across the slope of her tit and looked up with wide innocent eyes and lips slightly parted.

Sarah looked around the office for inspiration. This encounter didn't go anything like she expected it to. "It occurs to me you won't be available whenever I want you. The past week proves it. I only had a single picture of you to keep me company. It's time to remedy that." Sarah went to her purse and pulled out her phone.

"I'm not sure this is the best place to do that." Laura eyed the phone like it was a snake.

"This is the perfect place for it." Sarah looked around the office. "Now let me think." Her eyes caught the chair where Laura made her come. "Yes. We'll start there." Sarah gestured with her chin. "Go set at your desk."

Laura did as she was told. She sucked in a breath when her skin contacted the leather. "Oh, its cold!" 

"Is that how you usually set? You look like a school girl in the principal's office."

"I don't know how I set. I've never thought about it before."

"Pretend you're dealing with a difficult employee or something."

Laura thought a moment then tilted her chair back, rested her elbows on the arms and steepled her fingers. Sarah knew by the way she moved that she crossed her legs. She turned her chair so she faced a little to Sarah's left. It was perfect. Laura's forearms made an excellent frame for her tits while her rosy nipples peaked over the desk. "Perfect, now hold still."

Sarah took the picture twice to make sure it came out good. She didn't know what to do with them but she wanted to blow them up and hang them around her house. Maybe she should get a professional photographer to take them.

"Good. Now lean back, put your hands on your head and put your naked feet up on the desk."

"Don't you mean my bare feet?" Laura said as she got into position.

"Naked sounds sexier." Sarah didn't know how much more she could take. Laura looked so sexy behind her desk. From this angle Sarah could see the tops of her tits, her nipples were barely hidden below the desk. It looked like she was naked, but you couldn't be sure. She snapped that picture twice as well.

"Now what?" Laura rocked in her chair and gave Sarah a sultry grin.

"Now you get on the desk."

"Are you going to do me on it?"

"Maybe." Definitely. "Why?"

"I used to love doing Tom on it. It turned me on knowing every time he looked at it he thought about sliding in and out of my body." Laura ran her tongue over her lips. "Every time I set in my chair I'll think about my mouth on your slippery pussy."

Sarah shivered as her eyes went to the chair. Laura was right, it was a turn on knowing Laura would remember eating her out every time she sat in her chair.

Laura braced her hands on the desk to crawl up on it.

"Wait." Sarah couldn't believe how sexy Laura looked leaning over her desk with her wicked grin. "Stay there. Move your hands forward a little more. No, go back, your tits look better like that. Plus I can see your pussy better. Now put your feet together. Put one foot slightly in front. Yea, that's it." Now her pussy was hidden but her bush was still visible. Sarah took some shots. "Great, now get up on the desk." 

Laura climbed on the desk. "Now what?" 

"Face the window and get on all fours."

"Like this?" Laura knelt on her hands and knees but it wasn't as sexy as Sarah thought it should be. It looked more like she was getting ready to scrub a floor.

"Not quite." Sarah stepped back to get a better view. "The light isn't quite right." Sarah turned off the lights but that made it too dark.

"What are you doing?" Laura's voice sounded a little panicked as Sarah adjusted the blinds.

"Don't worry. I wont open them enough for anyone to see in, I need a little more light. There, see? No one can see you." Sarah watched as Laura studied the blinds and relaxed.

"Now lets get you in position." Sarah moved back to the door. "You can't stay like that, I can't see your tits. Move your right arm forward and your left back, yes, like that." Sarah moved to her left so the angle showed a bit more of the underside of Laura's tits. "Perfect. Now move your right leg forward so I can see a hint of your pussy."

Laura did it but Sarah noticed a faint blush start on her cheeks. "I'm too old for this."

"No, you're not. Shift your weight forward a bit. Good. Now give me your wicked grin." Sarah snapped some shots. "God you're gorgeous."

"Let me see." Laura hopped off the desk, which did interesting things to her tits. "Oh, god!" Laura covered her cheeks with her hands as Sarah scrolled through the pictures.

"Why are you blushing, you look fabulous."

"No, I don't. Oh! Burn that one!" They were looking at the one with Laura leaning over the desk. "You can see my belly fat hanging down. I look hideous."

Sarah studied the picture. "That's not what it looked like when I positioned you. It's not fat, it's the way the light hits you." Sarah zoomed in. "There, see? I needed better light."

"Whatever. Keep going."

Sarah scrolled to the last photo with Laura on her hands and knees.

"Oh god, burn that one too."

"Why?" Sarah studied the picture. There was something wrong with it but she didn't know what.

"You can see my stretch marks!"

"No, that's not what's wrong with it," Sarah said absently. The light was perfect, Laura's pale skin contrasted perfectly with the dark desk and wallpaper. The framed certificates and diplomas gave the piece an air of professionalism and the clutter on the desk made it seem more real, more authentic. Then she spotted the problem.

"Everything is wrong with it. Throw the phone away. It's ruined forever."

"No. This is what's wrong with it." Sarah pointed to the framed painting of Tom centered behind the desk. "I cut his head off."

"So what? I thought these were supposed to be sexy shots."

"So did I, but I was wrong. At least about this one."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just know the painting should be there. Tom is a part of you. He's a part of us. Now get into position."

When Laura didn't move, Sarah looked at her. "What's wrong?"

Laura blinked back tears.

"What did I say?"

Laura put a finger on Sarah's lips to silence her. She leaned over and kissed Sarah as tenderly as she ever had. Then she pulled back and graced Sarah with the most beatific smile Sarah had ever seen. "I love you, Sarah."

Sarah sucked in her breath. No sex she ever had made her feel this good, this whole. In this moment, this perfect moment she was in ecstasy. She had never been this happy before. She never knew a person could be this happy. Sarah saw her life open up before her and knew as happy as she felt now she would be even happier as the days and weeks and months passed.

Laura must have felt the same way because she couldn't manage the same expression she had in the first photo. She tried to make the same sexy expression she had before but it kept turning into a giddy grin. It wasn't as sexy as the first pose, but it was more beautiful. It spoke more about love and joy and life.

"Have you ever thought about photography?" Laura asked when they studied the newest shot.

"No." Sarah laughed at the notion.

"You should, this is good."

"It's easy to say that. Ask any man; a picture of a naked woman is always good."

"I can see every flaw in my body in that picture and I still like it."

"It's luck." Sarah felt her cheeks heat a little. "I could never do it again."

Laura frowned at her then went to her desk. She bent over it to pull the keyboard around to her. Sarah had to take a shot. Her ass looked so good with her legs stretched out. She bent a little further and parted her legs for leverage to pull the monitor around and her sexy little pussy flashed into view. Sarah took a picture of that too.

"Now where do you want me?" Laura asked when she finished typing.

"Lay back on your desk and spread your legs."

Laura pushed some things out of her way.

"Not good enough. Pull your legs up to your tits. I want to see every detail of your pussy."

Laura did and chuckled. "Take a picture, it will last longer."

"I already did."

"You're kidding!" Laura started to get up.

"Stay there." Sarah glared at Laura until she lay back down and pulled her knees back up. "I'm not kidding. I've got my camera between your legs. Now I can look at this picture anytime I want and see every fold of skin, every stray pubic hair, every last detail of your pussy. How does that make you feel? Knowing that anytime you aren't around I might be starring at your pussy, thinking of things to do to it, thinking of ways to make you come."

"I don't know." Laura breathed a little faster and Sarah thought she smelled Laura's arousal.

"You're almost completely exposed to me and my camera. Almost. Reach down around your legs and pull your pussy open for me. I want to see every detail of you, inside and out."

Laura's breath hitched as she grabbed her pussy lips and pulled them apart. A teardrop of her juices ran down her perineum toward her ass when the swollen lips came apart.

"You're liking this a little too much." Sarah pocketed her phone and lifted the little drop off Laura's asshole and followed its path back to its source. Her finger slipped into Laura's sex with no resistance.

Laura moaned and tried to push against Sarah's finger but she couldn't in this position.

Sarah pushed her finger in and out a few times before she added a second then a third finger. Laura's pussy squeezed her fingers and Sarah used her free hand to rub Laura's clit. Laura released her vaginal lips and clamped her arm over her mouth to muffle her cries.

"Wow, you must have needed that." Sarah grinned as she threw Laura's words back at her.

"I needed you." Laura let her legs dangle over the desk. "I need more of you." Laura got off the desk and piled things from its surface onto the floor. "I need you naked on my desk."

"Seems fair." Sarah unbuttoned her blouse. "We'll have to move around a lot, though. That desk looks hard."

"I'll make you forget all about that hard desk." Laura stared at the lacy bra Sarah revealed when she pulled her blouse off.

"If anyone can, it will be you." Sarah held out her blouse. "Didn't you say something about hanging this up?"

Laura took the shirt to a closet where she put it on a hanger. By the time she finished Sarah had her bra off and twirled it on a finger. "Where will you put this?"

"I've got the perfect place for it." Laura snatched the bra off Sarah's finger then walked around her desk and put it in the top drawer. "That's where I plan to keep your panties too."

"Really?" Sarah wiggled out of her skirt. "I thought I was going to wear them home."

"Nope." Laura took the skirt and hung it in her closet.

While Laura had her back turned, Sarah stepped out of her panties and tossed them behind the couch.

"Hey, where are your panties?" Laura asked when she turned back to Sarah.

"You should be worried about this." Sarah turned her knee out to show Laura her inner thigh as she ran a finger up her leg toward her sex. "But if my panties are that important, I guess you can go look for them."

"I don't care if I never see them again, I just wanted to watch you take them off." Laura sat on her desk as Sarah pushed her stockings down her legs. "Why don't you come over here. I'm all naked and cold. I need you to warm me up."

Sarah closed the few feet separating them trying to imitate Laura's sexy walk but she didn't have the body for it. Judging by Laura's smile she liked it well enough though.

Sarah pushed Laura's knees apart and moved between her legs. Laura wrapped her arms around Sarah and pulled her into her breasts. Feeling Laura's large breasts pillow against Sarah shot fire through her core. She slid her hands up Laura's legs and grabbed her ass, pulling her pubic mound tight against her belly. Sarah's nipples hardened into Laura's when she felt the older woman's soft bush crush against her navel. She writhed against Laura, trying to pull every possible sensation from this contact. 

Laura brushed Sarah's hair out of her way and trailed her hot wet breath up and down Sarah's neck. She licked up to Sarah's ear then down her jaw until Laura found her mouth. Laura's soft lips pushed against Sarah's. Her tongue slid into Sarah's mouth. Sarah sucked Laura's tongue and kneaded her ass. Laura's fingers combed through Sarah's hair. She tilted Sarah's head away from her mouth then clamped her lips on Sarah's neck and sucked. It felt like a line went straight from her neck to her clit which throbbed in time with Laura's sucking.

Sarah ran her hands up Laura's flanks until she had her tits in her hands. She squeezed Laura's tits and tugged on the hardened nipples. Laura's mouth left her neck and covered Sarah's lips in another kiss. Then Laura's hands slipped down until she squeezed and tugged Sarah's nipples. 

When they finally broke the kiss, Sarah gasped for breath. Her pussy ached and burned with need. Before Laura kissed her again Sarah sucked as much of Laura's tit into her mouth as she could. Laura arched her back pushing more of her tit into Sarah's face. Sarah slid her mouth to the inner slope of Laura's tit and sucked. Laura's legs wrapped around Sarah's waist and she gyrated against Sarah's belly. Sarah felt Laura's slick pussy slide over her skin and knew Laura was about to come.

"Lay back on the desk. Move back so I can get between your legs."

Laura scooted back so she lay in the middle of the desk. Sarah crawled up on the desk and put one leg between Laura's legs and pushed against Laura's sopping pussy. Laura moaned and rubbed against Sarah's leg. Sarah leaned forward until her nipple rubbed against Laura's lips. "Suck it. Suck it while you come on my leg."

Laura's mouth opened and took Sarah's tight nipple into her mouth. Sarah pushed harder against Laura's pussy. As Laura's passion built, she rubbed faster. Laura shuddered and went stiff; her teeth clamped down on Sarah's tit hard enough to bruise. It was the strangest thing Sarah ever experienced. It should have hurt, it did hurt, but the pain shot straight into her clit. Her pussy clenched in a prelude to orgasm. As Laura's mouth tightened on her tit the pressure in her core built and built. Just when she was about to explode, Laura's mouth slipped off her nipple and she sagged in a satisfied heap.

"Oh, Sarah. You don't know what you do to me."

"Well I know what you do to me." Sarah growled and didn't mean it completely in jest. She had teetered on the edge of one of the most powerful orgasms ever and Laura stopped before she fell over the edge. "You tease me until I'm about to come then you stop."

"Sorry about that." Laura stretched under Sarah and didn't sound sorry at all.

"It's time for you to finish what you started." Sarah moved around so she straddled Laura's head and lowered her pussy on Laura's mouth. "Start licking."

Laura didn't hesitate. She pushed her tongue straight into Sarah's hole and explored her like she had never been there before. It didn't take long for Sarah to climb back to the peak again, seconds away from falling into ecstasy. She leaned forward and stared into Laura's spent pussy. It was open and relaxed and shining from her juices. Laura's tongue moved from her opening to her clit. Then Sarah shuddered and convulsed in orgasm. Like every orgasm Laura gave her, this one seemed to go on and on.

When Sarah came back into her body, she was laying on Laura with her face nestled in Laura's pubic hair. She was spent but she managed to give Laura's mound an affectionate kiss as she rolled off her lover.

Sarah lay there for several minutes as the sweat dried off her cooling body. She absently caressed Laura's chest between her tits while Laura's hand rested on Sarah's tit. It didn't feel as good as normal. Sarah had a feeling if Laura touched her pussy right now it wouldn't feel very good either. Her body was hypersensitive after the intense orgasm she just had. She also ached the good kind of ache you get after a good workout. Boy, did she have a good workout!

Sarah wondered if Laura fell asleep. She needed a nap herself but not on the damn desk. "I need to get up."

"I don't think I can." Laura sighed and stretched without taking her hand from Sarah's tit. "I'm exhausted."

"Me too. Lets at least move to the couch."

"If you insist."

"I do."

They helped each other up and Laura laid on the couch first and let Sarah lay half on top of her using her soft, full tit as a pillow. They wrapped their limbs around each other and fell into a light satisfied sleep.

When Sarah woke up a little later it was with the knowledge they had a problem they needed to face.

"Are you awake, lover?" Sarah kept her voice low in case her lover, her love, was still asleep.

"Yes, my sweet." Laura favored her with a soft welcoming smile. "Can we make love again?"

"Later. We have something to discus first."

"I'd rather make love." Laura's hand found Sarah's tit and held it in her hand while her thumb made circles around her nipple.

Sarah moaned and forced herself off the couch and out of Laura's reach. "So would I, but we have a problem we need to deal with."

Laura sat up and lifted her tits then caressed and squeezed them. Red lust exploded in Sarah; Laura knew exactly how to drive her to distraction. Remembering the pain from the past few days without Laura gave Sarah the strength to keep her self control. The important thing was keeping that from happening again instead of falling into Laura's body right now. "Stop it, Laura. We need to talk."

"I got you a present."

"I bet you did."

"No, I'm serious. I had Clair get it while we were making. Want to know what it is?"

"Later. We need to talk about Logan."

"I got you top of the line camera gear."

"You did?" That distracted Sarah. "You were serious about liking that photo I took?"

"Completely. You can take as many shots as you want."

"In the nude?"

"Of course. If they're as good as I expect them to be you can even show a few in public."

"I can?" Sarah shook the image of several people looking at Laura's naked body in larger than life detail. Showing Laura off seemed like an improbable fantasy Laura might actually make possible. "No. Not now. We need to talk about Logan."

Laura shrunk in on herself. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs then rested her head on her knees. She looked more like a lost little child than the wonton woman Sarah just screwed. "I don't know what to say to him. I can't even imagine how to talk to Logan about us."

"That's ok. I have a few ideas. Lets get dressed while I tell you about them."

***

"Laura, set down. You're wearing your carpet out." Sarah reclined on the couch but her casual posture didn't fool Laura for a second.




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"You're as nervous as I am." Laura stalked to the window and peeked through the blinds. "He's late. Marcy found him first and he isn't coming."

"Is he usually punctual?"

"No." Laura hated to admit it, but being on time was never Logan's priority.

"So it's normal for him to be," Sarah made a show of looking at her watch. "Three minutes late?"

"Fine, you're right."

"I know I am, now come set down and relax. He'll get here when he gets here."

"If he gets here."

"Tell me, how will it look if he shows up and you're passed out from exhaustion?" Sarah got up and stood in Laura's way. "You need to stop and relax."

"Relax?" Laura barked out a laugh. "You saw how Marcy reacted, what if Logan acts the same way?" Laura covered her face with her hands. "I can't bare it if he spits at me too."

"That's no excuse to run around in a panic. I'm scared too and you don't see me running around like a mad woman."

"You're scared? What the hell do you have to be scared about?"

"Are you kidding me right now? Don't you remember what happened after Marcy found out?" Sarah's voice rose a little and Laura realized Sarah was angry at her.

"I said I was sorry. I thought we worked past that." Laura took a step back from Sarah and glared at her.

"We did." Sarah softened her voice and laid her palm on Laura's cheek. "But we aren't past Logan yet."

Laura resisted the urge to lean into Sarah's hand and take the comfort the gesture offered. "I won't do that to you again. I thought I made that clear."

Sarah sighed and pulled her hand back. "I know that too. That's what worries me."

"You're not making any sense."

Now Sarah started pacing. "What if the worst happens and Logan reacts the same way Marcy did? I know your children are important to you. If Logan . . . doesn't react well will you dump me?"

Laura stared at her lover unable to think of a single thing to say. How could Sarah even think such a thing? As the silence stretched Laura saw Sarah lose her battle with tears. Her pain snapped Laura out of her fugue.

"Hell no, Sarah. No way in hell will I dump you." She closed the distance between them and pulled Sarah into her arms. "I never even thought about it."

"It had to cross your mind." Sarah squeezed Laura like letting go terrified her. "It didn't. What crossed my mind was at the best, you'd be part of my family. At worst, you'd be here to help pull me through the pain of losing my son. Either way you're still part of my family." Laura pulled away and wiped the tears off Sarah's cheeks. "I'm sorry I made you worry, sweetness. I'm done with children, I'm passed that stage of life. It will hurt if Logan rejects me, but I'm ready to move on without him. If you said something, I could have put your mind to rest."

Sarah gave her a watery smile. "I didn't want to add to your problems."

"Silly woman." Laura leaned in and kissed Sarah; a lingering press of lips to lips. "You're the solution to all my problems." This time when they hugged Sarah didn't squeeze so tight. Laura stroked her hair when Sarah rested her head on her shoulder. They stood like that until someone knocked at the door.

"Hi, mom." Logan gave her a hug then walked into the house. "Sorry I didn't bring my girlfriend. She had to go see her family. If you ask me, they worry way too much about their daughter. She's an adult, after all." Logan stopped short when he saw Sarah on the couch. "Oh, hello, I'm Logan." He held a hand out for Sarah to shake.

Laura watched Sarah's hands tremble from across the room but if Logan noticed he didn't mention it.

"I'm Sarah." Sarah took her hand back as soon as she could without being rude.

"Right." Logan drew out the word then looked back at Laura. "I sense some tension. Is this a bad time? I can come back later."

"No, Logan. This isn't a bad time and yes, there is a lot of tension in the room." Laura took her son's arm and led him to the love seat. "Please set down."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, I have some . . . shocking news."

"Oh god, you've got cancer. Is she your oncologist? Are you dying?"

"No." Laura failed to stifle the hysterical laugh bubbling up past her lips. "Nothing like that."

"Whew!" Logan slumped back into the love seat. "I didn't think you were sick because you look good. You look worried, but you also look, I don't know, happy? Does that make sense? I mean how can you be happy and worried at the same time?"

"I'm both, and it will make perfect sense in a minute."

"I'm all ears. What's the big bad announcement?"

"It's not bad, necessarily." Laura wrung her hands, unable to look at her son.

"Laura, you're stalling." Sarah reached out and took Laura's hand and pulled her back toward the couch. "Set down and give him the news before he worries about you being sick again."

Laura let Sarah pull her down on the couch next to her. She didn't release Sarah's hand but clutched it like a lifeline. Logan didn't seem to notice since his imagination was running free. 

"I know what it is! You're giving up the business to get your life back."

"You're close." Laura took a deep breath, Sarah was right, she was stalling. Her son was so full of life and joy, she didn't want to dampen it. Despite what she told Sarah, she would never be through with her children. "I'm getting my life back, but I'm not giving up the business. I've met someone."

"Awesome! It's about time. So who's the lucky guy?"

"It's not a guy."

Logan looked down to Sarah and Laura's clasped hands then up at Sarah. Then his eyes got real wide for a second and he burst into laughter

Laura and Sarah exchanged a look; this isn't anything like what they expected.

"Does Marcy know?" Logan wiped at his eyes. He laughed for at least a minute.

"Yes."

"I bet she freaked. Oh, god!" Logan started laughing again. "I would have paid good money to have seen the look on her face. It serves her right for being an uptight prude."

"It was a little more extreme than that." Sarah's voice had an angry edge to it. Laura squeezed Sarah's hand to stop her from saying something upsetting, for all the good it did. She'd desperately squeezed Sarah's hands for so long she probably lost all feeling in them. "Marcy spit on Laura."

"She what?" Logan's laughter died immediately. "Did you say she spit on mom? That is way out of line, even for her."

"Not necessarily." Laura didn't want her children fighting each other. "She was provoked."

"No way, mom. You couldn't do anything bad enough to provoke that kind of behavior."

"She walked in while we were . . . um." Laura's face burned and she couldn't look at anyone.

There was a long silence before Logan said, "No way!" Then he laughed again.

"It's not funny." At least now Laura was mad. Anger was so much better than embarrassment.

"There's nothing funny about any of it!" said Sarah. Despite her words it sounded like she was trying not to laugh.

"Stop!" Logan doubled over and clutched his stomach. "I can't breath." Sarah began to laugh too.

"Stop laughing. My daughter hates me so much she spit on me." 

"I know, I know." Logan held up a placating hand but he still laughed. "I can picture her face perfectly."

Laura felt a smile tug at her lips but she suppressed it. "I admit she had quite the expression when she walked in on us. But you didn't see the hate in her eyes."

"Take it easy, mom." Logan leaned back in the love seat and sighed. "I'll go have a talk with her."

"That's not why I wanted to tell you."

"I know, I know. But really mom, she shouldn't have spit on you."

"I don't think you're in the right frame of mind to have a talk with your sister. Besides, my sex life isn't your business."

"I promise not to laugh when I talk to her and I hate to tell you this, but your sex life is our business. Just like ours is yours whether we want you to know about it or not. It's how we look out for each other. Besides, Spence probably has her straightened out by now anyway. I'll bet he didn't freak out."

"You're taking this well." Sarah rubbed Laura's back in a comforting way but it didn't hide the hint of suspicion in her voice. Laura knew Logan was too irresponsible and flaky to care deeply about anything.

"I don't know." Logan shrugged and pushed himself to his feet. "Dad's been dead for ten years. It's long past time for mom to move on and enjoy life again." He leaned over Sarah and gave her a big bear hug. "Welcome to the family. Thanks for making mom happy again." He let Sarah go and gave Laura a hug. "One good thing from all this is I bet you broke Marcy's nasty habit of walking in without knocking!" He chuckled and went to the door. "I'll send Marcy over when she gets her head on straight. I'll bet good money she never walks in again without calling first!" Logan gave a little wave and walked out the door.

"Was he for real?" Sarah stared at the door.

"That's my son." Laura smiled fondly and wondered if anything ever fazed him. She doubted it.

"Does this mean I can have your undivided attention again?" Sarah leaned back in the couch and slipped a finger under her blouse. 

Laura sagged into the couch and sighed with relief. "What do you mean?" She knew her son was easy going, too easy going, but she had worried this might push him too far.

"I mean, except that time in the office you've been distracted every time we've been together."

"I think I had a good reason." Laura noticed Sarah's hand caress the sweet spot where her breast connected to her chest.

"I'm not arguing." Sarah's voice went low and seductive, each word came out breathy. "But since your problems are dealt with I'm starting to wonder if you want me any more."

"Of course I want you." They were supposed to be past this, why did Sarah keep bringing it up? Laura was about to let her irritation show but then she noticed Sarah's body language. Something else was going on. "What makes you think I don't?" 

"You're still dressed. You know I like you naked."

So that's where this was going. Laura stood and unbuttoned her cuffs and the two top buttons of her blouse then pulled it off over her head. She reached behind her to unhook her bra but Sarah stopped her.

"Leave your bra and panties on." 

Laura raised an eyebrow but did as instructed. She kicked off her shoes then pushed her slacks down and stepped out of them. She adjusted her panties then waited for Sarah's next command.

"I need to know if you're humoring me. I saw how you were at work." Again Sarah spoke seductively, her voice low and husky. This wasn't about insecurities or hurt feelings, it was a game. Perfect, Laura wanted to play too. 

"I'm sorry you feel that way." Laura tried to match Sarah's seductive voice. "You know I like being with you. Even the spanking was a nice discovery. I never knew I was kinky."

"Still . . . " Sarah slipped her fingers inside her blouse. Laura watched her caress the top slope of her breast under the fabric and her pussy began to get moist. "How do I know you're being honest? You're very good at deception. Those people at work don't know what a kinky little minx you are, standing in front of them with no bra or panties on. They had no inkling my hand prints were all over your ass. None of them knew you liked being over my lap with your red ass in the air. You said you didn't like it but I bet you did, didn't you?"

"Yes." Sarah's words made Laura wet and pinpricks of desire covered her skin. She started to blush; good girls weren't supposed to like those things.

"Good thing. Because I'm very upset with you for not giving me the attention I deserve."

"Are you going to spank me?" Laura recalled the odd combination of sensations when Sarah spanked her and made love to her at the same time. The memory drove her wild.

"Oh, yes. I'm going to spank you so hard you'll remember me every time you set down at work." Sarah unbuttoned the top button on her blouse to reach more of her breast. Laura noticed her nipples started to show even through her bra. "That will take care of your punishment but I'm afraid I need you to prove you want me."

"How?"

"I don't know. What do you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want."

Sarah's wide beautiful smile made Laura's pussy clutch. She was so hot and slick and swollen. She knew she'd do anything Sarah asked right now if Sarah touched her, gave her some relief from her need.

"It just so happens I have a few ideas."

Sarah moved to the center of the couch. She smoothed her skirt out then patted her lap. "Lets get your punishment over first. Then if you're still sure you want me we'll make sure you prove it."

Laura crawled onto Sarah's lap. She had to keep one foot and one hand on the floor so she didn't roll off.

Sarah ran a finger along the edge of Laura's panties. Her touch burned a line of desire along Laura's skin.

"These aren't sexy panties."

"I'm sorry. This morning I wasn't thinking about being sexy."

"I guess I can excuse you for that. This time. From now on you wont need to think about how you dress because all your underwear will be sexy. We'll go through your cloths again this weekend. It won't matter what you pick, because whatever you grab will be sexy. You won't have anything that isn't sexy." Sarah tugged Laura's panties so they bunched between her butt cheeks. I think I should make it so all you have are thongs. I like the way they frame each cheek." Sarah ran her palm over Laura's butt. "Your skin is so pale and smooth. In a few minutes it will still be smooth but it will be a deep red." Sarah's hand left Laura's backside. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." Laura tensed for the first slap. Instead Sarah put her hand between Laura's thighs and pressed two fingers against her sex and made small slow circles. The fabric, slick from Laura's desire rubbed against her clit and her arousal increased. "That feels so good."

"Then I better stop. This is supposed to be a punishment." Sarah's hand came off Laura's pussy and Laura moaned in frustration. "Oh, you didn't like that, did you? Maybe I should keep doing that. Is that a good punishment?" Sarah's hand went back between Laura's legs where she pushed against Laura's pussy for a full second before pulling away.

"Sarah, please."

"Oh, sure, it's all "Sarah, please" when you want something but when you leave me wanting you don't give it a second thought." Sarah brought her hand down on Laura's backside. Like the first spanking there was more noise than pain. After Sarah landed the blow, she rubbed the sting away. As she rubbed, her hand dipped down to Laura's sex. She kept rubbing her pussy until Laura felt an orgasm start to build.

"You're so hot and ready to come I must be doing this wrong."

"You're doing it perfectly." Laura pumped her butt against Sarah's hand. "Don't stop."

Sarah pulled her hand away and gave Laura three quick swats on each cheek in rapid succession. Laura squawked in frustration and tried to get away but Sarah had a good hold on her.

"So that's how I'm supposed to do it. I'm supposed to spank you here." Sarah spanked her again barely hard enough to sting but it sent a shockwave straight into Laura's pussy. The pain chased away her orgasm but the way her flesh shook around her pussy brought the orgasm back. "And I'm not supposed to touch you here." Sarah's hand touched Laura's pussy again and brought her to the edge in a blink of an eye. Laura clutched the couch cushion in anticipation of an orgasm but again Sarah pulled away.

"No!" Laura's frustration came out as a long drawn out moan.

Sarah gave Laura's butt a few more slaps that did nothing to bring Laura away from the edge.

"I'm in a tough spot." Sarah pulled Laura's panties back into place, smoothing the cotton over her bottom. "You're so hot and eager right now you'd do or say anything I wanted to get off. So how do I know if you want me or you just want to come?" Sarah patted her bottom. "You can get up now. Your punishment is over."

Laura moaned in frustration as she got to her feet.

"I guess I have to wait until you don't need to come before I ask you to prove you want me." Sarah looked up at Laura who gasped for breath as a thin sheen of sweat prickled across her skin. She favored Laura with a wicked grin. "Lucky for you I'm not a patient woman." Without warning Sarah shoved her hand between Laura's legs and rubbed her pussy furiously.

Laura cried out as her orgasm thundered through her without warning. Her pussy clutched and spasmed uncontrollably. Her fluids saturated the crotch of her panties until they couldn't hold any more. Slick liquid covered Sarah's hand and spread down Laura's legs.

When Laura came back to herself, she was slumped across Sarah's lap. She still sucked in air while Sarah stared at her with a huge smile.

"I wish I came like you do. Somehow it always seems like you come so much harder than me."

"I guess you'll have to practice." Laura kissed Sarah's cheek and ran a hand through her sweaty hair. "I need to clean up."

"You sure do. You reek of sex." Sarah held Laura in place when she moved to get up. "There's something else you need to do first."

"What?"

"That depends. Is it fair to say you're sated?"

"Definitely." Laura kissed Sarah, pushing her tongue into Sarah's mouth and feeling the younger woman's tongue slide against her own. All too soon Sarah pulled away.

"You don't need to come anymore?" Sarah slid her hand inside Laura's sopping panties and stroked Laura's slick clit.

"I'm too sensitive." Laura sucked in a breath and flinched away from Sarah's touch.

"Good, it's time."

"Time for what?"

"Time for you to prove you want me."

"You're not still going on about that, are you?"

"Oh yes. You've neglected me for far too long. Now it's time for you to make that up to me. You're going to put on a show for me then you'll prove you trust me."

"A show?" Laura had no idea what Sarah was talking about. "What kind of show?"

"You'll find out. Now stand up and get rid of those wet panties."

Laura got up and rolled the wet fabric down her legs, careful not to let any moisture soak into the carpet.

"Lose the bra too."

Laura was happy to comply. Her breasts had felt so swollen and confined while she lay across Sarah's lap. Once her breasts were free, she massaged them, easing the tension away.

"Stop that. Teasing me won't get you out of proving you want me." Sarah held out a hand for Laura to pull her up. "Now get on your knees and take my panties off."

Laura knelt in front of Sarah and slid her hands up Sarah's legs until they disappeared under her skirt. When her hands reached the elastic of Sarah's panties, she eased them down the younger woman's legs. Once Sarah stepped out of them Laura ran her thumb over the gusset and smiled at the sticky patch she found there. She had managed to arouse her lover.

"Now wait here for a second." Sarah climbed the stairs then called down to Laura. "Run up the stairs. Make sure you raise your legs high."

"Why?"

Sarah grinned. "I want to see your tits jiggle."

Laura barked out a surprised laugh. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Now hurry up."

Laura did as she was told and watched with a certain satisfaction as Sarah's eyes were glued to her breasts and she sucked her lip between her teeth. When Laura got to the top, she planned to kiss her but Sarah slipped back and pointed to Laura's bedroom. "Go get on your bed." Sarah's voice sounded a little thick.

Laura sat on the bed and raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

"Lay back on the bed. Good, now spread your legs, I want a clear view of your pussy." Sarah dragged the chair from Laura's vanity table to the foot of the bed. "Can you see below my waist?"

"No. What have you got planned?"

"You'll see. Now prop yourself up with those pillows. I want a better view of your tits."

Laura doubled up the pillows behind her then settled back into them. She looked down the length of her naked body and watched Sarah stare at her. "How's that?"




Naked Vows Ch. 07



"Perfect. Wait right there." Sarah left the room. Laura heard her go downstairs then heard the jangle of keys and Sarah walked outside. A few seconds later she came back in, climbed the stairs and came into the room. She sat a cardboard box on the floor out of Laura's view.

Sarah rummaged through the box for a few seconds then handed a cylinder to Laura.

"What's this?"

"It's a vibrator."

"A what?" Laura almost dropped it. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You're supposed to rub your pussy with it and make yourself come."

"I think I'd rather not." Laura held the vibrator out to Sarah.

"I guess you don't want me after all."

"What do you mean?"

"I wanted you to put on a show for me."

"With this?" Laura frowned at the plastic cylinder. "Why don't you climb in bed and let me show you how much I want you."

"Nope, too easy."

"You really want me to use this thing on myself? While you watch? That sounds like something guys like."

"Does it make a difference? Lay back and give me a show."

"Fine." Laura lay back and rubbed the vibrator around her pussy. She felt ridiculous.

"You need to turn it on, there at the base."

Laura almost dropped it when it buzzed in her hand. She put it against her pussy and flinched when it contacted her oversensitive clit.

"Run it around your tit. That's it, go in circles all around your tit then make smaller and smaller circles until you hit your nipple."

Laura did as she was told and relaxed as the small device tickled her breast. She started with one then went to the other. By the time she pressed it against her nipples they were swollen and her pussy seemed to vibrate in sympathy with her full, sensitive breasts.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Sarah's voice sounded husky and she breathed deep. Laura kept her eyes closed to concentrate on the sensations on her breasts. "Now move down. Start at one thigh then go up your leg, through your bush then down your other leg. Make circles like you did with your tits. Make smaller and smaller circles until it gets to your pussy."

It felt good, real good. She pulled her legs wider apart when she got close to her pussy to circle her whole sex without quite touching it. Laura accidentally brought the tip across her anus and gasped. That felt good too. It felt so good she caressed the tight little opening until she started to feel an orgasm build. She let out a little moan then continued her journey to her pussy. When the vibrator moved across her clit, she arched up off the bed and moaned long and loud. Her clit wasn't too sensitive now, it was needy and wanted attention. An orgasm started to build and her free hand went to her breast. She barely heard what Sarah said.

"Put it inside you. Slide it as deep into your pussy as you can. Do it now before you come." Sarah's voice strained with tension and her breathing was as labored as Laura's.

As Laura positioned the vibrator at her entrance she wondered if Sarah had one for herself, if she slid another vibrator against her own clit. Was she about to push the device into herself like Laura?

She pushed it inside her. Her vagina squeezed around it and it felt like every part of her pussy was stimulated simultaneously. Her hand left her breast and rubbed frantically at her clit as she fucked herself with the little plastic toy. Laura lost herself as her orgasm shattered through her. She heard someone cry out but didn't know if it was her or Sarah.

When her orgasm subsided, she felt the toy slip out of her pussy and vibrate annoyingly between her thighs. She fumbled between her legs for it and switched it off. Laura sighed a deep satisfied sigh and melted on the bed and was almost asleep when Sarah spoke.

"You're right, watching you didn't do a thing for me. Besides, you enjoyed it way too much for it to be a way to prove you want me."

"I'm exhausted. Can't we do it tomorrow?"

"Nope." Sarah rummaged through the box again. "But this time you won't have to do anything but lay there."

"Thank you." Laura rolled on her side and snuggled against a pillow. "Did you have a vibrator too? Please tell me you came too."

"Why does that matter?" Sarah walked around the bed doing something to the posts but Laura was too tired to look.

"I want you to enjoy this too."

"I'll enjoy it when I know you want me."

Laura opened her eyes and sat up. At first she thought Sarah was playing a game. "Of course I want you. Do you seriously think-."

"Laura, lay back down and relax. You'll need all your energy for this." Sarah tied a green rope around a post. It looked shiny, like silk.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll find out." Sarah gave her a wicked grin. Laura relaxed a little. She knew that grin. It was the grin Sarah used when she wanted to make Laura have a messy orgasm. If she thought Sarah didn't want her she wouldn't use that particular grin.

When Sarah ran the green cord through a wide, padded, leather cuff, Laura got nervous. "What's that for?"

"I guess the secret is out. I'm going to tie you up. Then I'll do unspeakable things to your body."

"I'm not sure about this."

"Good." Sarah drew the word out, giving it extra emphasis. "I've found how to prove you want me. You do want me don't you?"

"Yes, of course. But-."

"You want to prove it don't you?"

"Sarah, isn't this a little much?"

"Don't you?" Sarah said it like there was only one acceptable answer.

"Yes."

"Good. Then put that cuff around your ankle." Sarah pointed at the cuff next to her right ankle. Laura sighed, she didn't really have a choice. She agreed weeks ago to do whatever Sarah wanted her to do. "Don't get it too tight. You don't want to explain bruises around your wrists and ankles to your coworkers."

Laura grimaced at the thought. When she had her right ankle cuffed, she moved on to her other ankle and then to her wrists.

"Good girl." Sarah checked each cuff to make sure they weren't too tight then she threw the pillows off the bed. "Lay back." She went around and tightened each rope until Laura lay spread-eagle on the bed. Sarah tied her tight enough that she couldn't move but not tight enough to strain her muscles.

"My god." Sarah looked down at Laura with naked desire on her face. "You're so beautiful." She shook herself out of her trance. "I've got to get a picture." Sarah got her new camera and took some pics. "There. Now we can get on with this."

"What are you going to do?" Laura's mouth was a little dry and she was more than a little nervous.

"Anything I want, lover. Anything I want." Sarah unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Her bra went next followed by her skirt and panties. When she was naked, she crawled on the bed and straddled Laura's waist. "I can feel you up." She took Laura's breasts in her hands and molded the soft flesh. "I can suck your nipples." She managed to push Laura's breasts together to suck on both nipples simultaneously. No one had ever done that before, she had never thought about it. Sarah squeezed her breasts rhythmically, digging her fingers into the soft flesh until it almost hurt. The tension on her nipples felt like Sarah was sucking her clit up into her breasts. She felt her body ready for another orgasm. Her pussy felt as wet as Sarah's mouth and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis forward. Laura clutched the cords holding her wrists in an attempt to anchor her to the real world. Her legs worked against the ropes in a vain attempt to find something to touch her pussy with.

Sarah released her breasts and pushed up. She reached behind her and felt Laura's pussy. Laura moaned loud as Sarah's fingers pushed into her slick sex finding no resistance. That simple penetration built Laura's tension until she almost came. Sarah pulled her hand away before Laura fell into another orgasm.

"You liked that, didn't you. I'll have to remember that for later. Now where was I? Oh, yea. I was exploring all the things I can do with you tied up and helpless. Let's see, what else can I do?" Sarah leaned over Laura until her lips were a fraction of an inch from Laura's mouth. "I can kiss you." She brought her mouth against Laura's and they kissed. Laura pushed her tongue into Sarah's mouth with no finesse at all. She sucked at her lips, trying to pull Sarah into her through her mouth. All too soon Sarah pulled away looking a little dazed. She blinked a couple of times. "Wow. I'm beginning to think you do want me."

"God yes! Please, Sarah. I need you. I really, really need you."

Sarah shuddered and moved up Laura's body. "Show me." Sarah positioned her pussy over Laura's mouth. Laura didn't hesitate, she clamped her mouth to Sarah's sex running her tongue over as much of her pussy as she could reach. She ran her tongue all around Sarah's lips then plunged as deep into her vagina as she could. She worked Sarah's clit with her lip while lapping into her cleft with her tongue. Laura moved her mouth lower, trying to reach Sarah's anus with her tongue while her nose worked against her clit. Then she tried to fit all of Sarah's sex in her mouth and suck her dry. Sarah's body went ridged and she trembled on Laura's face.

"Oh my god!" Sarah shrieked as she humped Laura's face. Laura tried to reach Sarah's clit with her mouth but Sarah's thrashing was too frantic. All Laura could do was push her face up against Sarah's pussy and hope her lover made enough contact to have the orgasm her body demanded. After a few seconds Sarah's body went ridged. Sarah grunted, a short, desperate sound. A small jet of liquid shot out of Sarah's pussy. An animalistic moan forced its way out of Sarah.

Laura couldn't help the grin spreading on her face as Sarah fell back on the bed. She breathed like she sprinted a mile and sweat made her body shine like she was covered in baby oil.

"I've never come like that." Sarah moved so she wasn't sprawled on top of Laura. "I thought I was going to explode."

"You did." Laura grinned at her lover. "I guess you like me helpless."

"I guess I do." She reached over and ran a languid finger up and down Laura's thigh. "As good as that was, you still haven't proven you want me." Sarah's hand went to Laura's pussy and she slipped a finger inside. "You're still wet as hell." She slowly slid her finger in and out of Laura. It wasn't enough to bring her to orgasm but it drove her wild with lust.

"I can do anything I want with you. I just fucked your face. If I can do that I can do anything." She left her finger inside Laura but moved around to look down into Laura's eyes. "I can bring in all my male friends and let them look at you all opened up and soaking wet. Do you think they'd like to see me pump your naked pussy with my fingers?"

"No!" Laura couldn't believe Sarah would do that.

"I think they would. Any straight guy in the world would love to see me finger your pussy."

"You can't!"

"Oh, I can. Don't doubt it." Sarah slipped another finger into Laura's pussy and now when she pushed into Laura, her thumb hit her clit. "Just think, the door opens and there's a strange man looking at your naked body, watching my fingers go in and out of you."

"No." Laura moaned, unsure what she protested. Sarah's hand brought her closer to orgasm but she hated the thought of being put on display like some cheap Vegas sex show.

"The door opens and another man comes in."

Laura started to pant. She hated the idea. Didn't she? If she hated it why was she about to come?

"He looks at your tits. They bounce a little when I push into you."

Laura was suddenly hyper aware of her breasts moving as her orgasm raced to completion.

"I suck your nipples to make sure they stay hard." Sarah sucked hard on the nearest nipple. "The room is filled with strangers watching you." She pumped faster. "They can see the sweat on your skin. They can hear the sound your sopping cunt is making and move in closer. They memorize your pubic hair, every fold of your pussy."

"God, oh god, oh god." Laura was on the edge, she could picture the men in the room. Sarah's words gave life to her imagination. She didn't want to be a sex show. Yet she wanted those strange men to watch her come.

"They can smell your sex." Sarah sucked her nipple again. "What's it like knowing all those strange men will watch you come?"

Laura cried out. She was so close. She wanted to hold it back, didn't want to be the show. Laura balanced on the edge and couldn't back away. She couldn't come. The pleasure built and built until it almost hurt. Then it built some more.

Sarah leaned in to whisper in Laura's ear. "In your next meeting all your employees will know what you look like when you come."

"Oh god!"

"That's it, baby. Show them how you come. Let the strangers see you."

"Oh, Sarah!" Laura came. Her pussy clamped around Sarah's fingers as she soaked the bedspread. It didn't stop, like her body got stuck in the orgasm. It went on for minutes even after Sarah pulled her hand out of her pussy. She thought she might pass out but it began to subside. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Even as her pussy calmed down she knew she wasn't though. Instead of being sated she wanted more. She knew a simple touch would set off another orgasm.

"Can you hear them applause?" Sarah whispered in her ear. "Close your eyes and see them cheering."

"Sarah, please, no more. I can't take any more."

"It's time for the encore." Sarah rolled off the bed and pulled another device from that damned box. Laura knew it was another vibrator when Sarah turned it on. It had a handle with a vibrating ball on the end. She brought it down on Laura's pussy. "I'm giving this to one of the men to hold against your pussy. Someone you've never met before is about to make you come."

"Stop it!" Laura shouted even as she ground her pussy against the vibrator. It only took a few seconds before she came. This orgasm wasn't as powerful or intense as the last one.

"Just one more thing you have to do to prove you want me." Sarah set the vibrator down and reached for something else.

"I can't. I want you. Please no more."

"If you want me to stop, get up. Oh, that's right, you're helpless. You don't have a choice. You have to do what I want." Sarah draped her panties over Laura's eyes. "I'm going to let one of the men fuck you."

"What?" Laura heard Sarah move around but couldn't tell what she was doing.

"You heard me."

The door opened then closed a few seconds later. The bed shifted under someone's weight as they crawled between her legs. Something pushed against her pussy, demanding entrance. It felt like a big penis pushed into her. A warm body settled on her. Laura felt Sarah's tight nipples push into her chest.

"All you have to do is come on a strangers cock and I'll know you want me." Sarah whispered against Laura's ear. Her hot moist breath sent tingles through Laura's body. Sarah moved the fake penis in and out, slow, and deliberate. If it wasn't for Sarah's hard nipples sliding on her chest, Laura might have thought a stranger was fucking her.

"Come on this cock." Sarah pumped a little harder, a little faster. "You said you liked penetration." She moved faster, sliding in and out, filling her then leaving her empty.

"I can't." But she might. Her pussy was still wet and her body tensed with desire. Her throat was dry and raw from screaming and panting and breathing so hard. "I want to, but I don't think I can."

"Liar." Sarah sounded amused. She pushed up on her arms to get more speed and force on Laura's pussy. As the cock filled her then left her empty Laura's pussy began to tighten. "Come for me, baby. Come for me."

Laura did. It wasn't a powerful orgasm, it didn't leave her panting or screaming but she did manage to come one more time for Sarah. Shortly after that she drifted off to sleep, barely noticing Sarah's fake penis slip out of her pussy.

When Laura woke up, she realized she was untied. She felt groggy and needed a bath but didn't have the energy to get up. She had never been so well screwed in her life and couldn't remember feeling so relaxed.

Sarah walked into the room with a bag of Chinese take-out. "Good, I don't have to wake you up. How do you feel?"

Laura stretched on the bed. "Amazing. Absolutely amazing."

"Good. Lets eat. I think you burned half a million calories."

"I think you're right. What time is it?"

"Sixish. You only slept an hour or two."

"Sarah, do you honestly think I don't want you?"

"No, silly. You've been so stressed out for the past few weeks I thought you needed a little fun. That was all a game."

"So you won't make me come for a room full of strangers?"

"Hell no!" Sarah grinned at her. "You're all mine. Now eat up."

"Thank god." Laura grabbed some sweet and sour chicken.

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy the fantasy."

"I loved the fantasy, but I wouldn't enjoy the reality."

"I wonder." Sarah looked at her, thoughtful.

"Sarah, don't even think about it."

"I'm kidding." Sarah grinned and unwrapped her chopsticks. "Seriously, though. You showed a lot of trust when you let me tie you up."

"It was worth it." Laura grinned at Sarah. "I'll prove it tomorrow night."

Sarah smiled back but apparently she wasn't ready to stop being serious. "I want you to know I'd never abuse your trust. I love you too much for that."

"I know." Laura reached across the food and squeezed Sarah's hand. "I know you do."

"Good. I guess the only question left is where do we go from here?"



Naked Vows Ch. 08



Sarah looked through her cloths trying to decide what to wear. It was their three month anniversary and Laura wanted to take her out for a special dinner. All Laura said was dress nice. Like that was helpful. After worrying about it for an hour Sarah decided the best thing to do was dress for Laura. She wanted to find something Laura hadn't seen before to drive the older woman wild with lust. She knew Laura thought the same way.

She finally found the right outfit, a formal, very uncomfortable dress with lots of layers. Laura liked it when it took a while for Sarah to get naked.

Sarah's phone rang. Well think of the devil, thought Sarah when she saw Laura's name on the caller id. "Hi lover, I think I found the perfect dress."

There was an unusual pause before Laura's hesitant voice responded. "Hi, sweetness. Um, you remember all those days off I took and all the times I left early?"

"Vividly." Sarah pitched her voice low and husky, the way she knew made Laura want to fall into her arms.

"Well now's the time I have to pay for all those days off."

"You're not in trouble, are you?"

"No, nothing like that. A minor crisis has developed and I need to stay late and work it out. I'm sorry love, but I have to cancel dinner tonight."

Sarah's stomach plummeted and she fought to ignore her reflexive self doubt and fear of being dumped. She knew Laura wasn't lying. The regret was plain in her voice and Sarah heard her own fears in Laura's words. Laura put so much trust in Sarah; she showed it every time she let Sarah take nude photos or tie her up. She showed it in all the other ways Laura made herself socially and emotionally vulnerable. Despite her disappointment Sarah pushed aside her own groundless fears to ease Laura's worry.

"I see. I guess there's only one thing to be done now."

"What?" That one word carried a boatload of worry. Sarah grinned, she knew how to banish that worry.

"This weekend I'll tie you up and make you come over and over."

Laura chuckled and Sarah heard the relief in her laugh. "I'm sorry, sweetness. Are you disappointed?"

"Of course I'm disappointed, silly, but I also feel a little guilty."

"Why? I'm canceling on you."

"Because if you hadn't taken so much time off you would have seen this problem coming and avoided it."

"You're off the hook. This problem is external. I have supplier issues and there was no way to see this coming."

"Do you want me to bring you something to eat later?"

Another pause threatened to grow before Laura answered. "No, you better not."

"I better not? That's a weird way to turn me down. Why had I better not?"

"Because I'm looking at my desk and if you show up the only thing I'll eat is you."

"Laura, you wonton hussy!" Sarah had to laugh. She knew it was hard for Laura to say something like that. Sarah felt cherished when Laura made herself uncomfortable just to put a smile on her face. "It's to bad you have to cancel. I've got this new bra that makes my cleavage look almost as good as yours and it's got holes cut in it for my nipples to poke out. And the panties, oh my, the panties are-."

"Stop it!" Laura growled through the phone. Sarah laughed and flung herself on the bed.

"I can't remember ever having so much fun flirting. I'll miss you tonight." Sarah smiled, it was true, she would miss her tonight but she didn't feel alone or abandoned like she did when Frank worked late.

"That wasn't flirting, that was torture and you know it." Laura spoke with mock severity.

"Either way, it worked for me. Are you sure you don't want me to bring you something to eat?"

"Yes, Clair already ordered a vegetarian pizza."

"You aren't the vegetarian pizza type."

"Since I've been with you, I've put on a little weight. I've got to watch my figure."

"I'll watch your figure, don't you worry. Is Clair with you?"

"Unfortunately yes. She had plans she had to cancel too."

"You can make it up to her by telling her about the time I tied you up and-."

"Stop it! It's bad enough I have to be here instead of with you, but putting all that kinky sex in my head is cruel."

"A woman is allowed her little revenges. I guarantee once you tell her that story and she tells it to her husband, they'll thank you for making her work late."

Laura sighed. "I don't know what it is about those two but you're right. Clair constantly asks me what we do in bed."

"It's the fantasy. Remember how you kept getting off when I said I brought strangers in to look at you? It was all about the fantasy. It's the same for them."

"How did you get so smart?"

"I've been reading 'how to have amazing sex' books. It's all I can think about. I want to make sure you never even look at another woman."

"It will never happen." Laura's voice turned serious. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine. Stop worrying. When will I see you again?"

"Tomorrow. Even if I have to work late again, I'll take some time away so we can at least have a meal together."

"Should I wear panties?"

"Yes!" Laura laughed. "Oh hell, I've got another call. I have to take it."

"Have a good night at work. I love you." Sarah ended the call before Laura felt like she had to say she loved Sarah. Sarah knew Laura loved her, she told her often enough, but the older woman still had trouble saying it. It probably still felt like falling in love again betrayed Tom. Surprisingly, Sarah didn't have a problem with it. 

Less than five minutes later her phone rang again. "Did you miss me?"

 "Of course I missed you." It was Frank on the phone, not Laura. Sarah had forgotten all about him, Laura consumed all her attention. "I haven't seen you in, what, three months?"

"That sounds about right." Sarah took a deep breath to tell Frank it was over between them. She could do it. She'd practiced being assertive on Laura enough to know how to assert herself with her exhusband. "Listen, Frank, there's something-."

"I know this is short notice but some business came up and I'll arrive in a few hours. I emailed you all the info."

"Frank, you can't call at the last minute and expect me to drop everything for you. What if I have plans?"

Frank laughed. "That's a good one. You never have plans. I'll see you in a couple hours."

"I'm serious. You can't expect me to be at your beck and call."

Frank paused for a beat, like he had to run over the conversation in his head to make sure he heard her right. "Do you have plans?"

Sarah almost said yes when she remembered Laura had canceled on her. "No." It hurt to admit it but she had never been able to lie to Frank. In all honesty she saw no reason to start now.

"Then you can pick me up." She practically heard Frank roll his eyes. "Oh yea, one more thing. Are you on your period?"

"No, Frank, I'm not." A little angry spark threatened to flash into a raging inferno. What was it with men. If you didn't roll over like a beaten dog at their simplest request they assumed you were on your period. It felt good to be able to be angry at Frank. Sarah started to lay in to him for treating her like a thing but he rolled right over her.

"Good, that's a relief. You should be, according to my calendar."

"You keep track of that?" Sarah didn't know what to think. It was such an odd thing for an exhusband to keep track of.

"Of course I do. I always did. I know how you are about keeping track of things."

"I can keep track of things just fine." Only she obviously couldn't. She thought back to her last period and went light headed. Her last period ended a couple of weeks before she met Laura. Frank was right, she should be on her period. That meant she'd missed two already and . . . "I have to go."

"You're going to pick me up, right?" Sarah barely heard Frank's last words. She ended the call and ran for her purse. She had to get to a drug store.

* * *

Sarah sat on the toilet staring at the two pregnancy tests. She bought two different brands to be safe and both told her the same thing: she was pregnant. There were things she knew she needed to do but she couldn't get her mind around the fact that she going to have a baby. 

Sarah stripped naked and ran her hands over her belly to see if she could feel where the life grew inside her. She always wanted kids and now she was miraculously pregnant and couldn't stop smiling. 

Sarah had to tell Laura in person. She searched for something to wear, briefly considering the outfit she planned to wear to dinner but rejected it. It was designed to be worn with a corset and she refused to wear one while pregnant. It might hurt the baby.

Her slinky little spandex dress was perfect. It was almost transparent. If the light hit right you could make out her nipples and sometimes even her pubic hair. The only thing more revealing was a wet T-shirt. She always wore a white thong underneath and a blue jacket or sweater vest over it. Not tonight. Sarah knew she would get fat soon and tonight she wanted to look extra sexy for Laura.

She made it half way to the door when something occurred to her. Laura might not want to be around a baby again. She already had two children and said he was glad she was done raising them. The happiness drained away so fast she practically heard it. It sounded like fine china shattering. 

Laura didn't want children at her age. If She didn't care if her own kids were around, why care about Sarah's? Then she remembered how Marcy spit on Laura. What if Laura feared Sarah's baby might grow up and spit on her too? She also had to consider her company and her reputation. How would it look when people found out she was a lesbian mother? Sarah remembered how afraid Laura was about people knowing she was gay; raising a child in a gay relationship had to be even worse. 

Laura wouldn't dump her right away, she wasn't cruel. She would spend less time with Sarah until there wasn't any relationship at all. Maybe it already started! Laura canceled dinner tonight. Did she already know? She had two children of her own, she knew the signs of pregnancy. What would she do without Laura? All Sarah had was Laura. 

Should she get an abortion? No, that was out of the question. She wanted this child. When she fell in love with Laura, she gave up all hope of having a baby. This baby was a miracle Sarah refused to give up. What about Laura? Would she have to do it without her?

Then, as if the universe decided to answer her question, The door opened and in walked Frank. Sarah choked back a laugh she didn't dare release. Stress had her on the edge of hysteria and if she started laughing she might not stop. 

Frank was the babies father after all. He would take care of her if Laura didn't. Wouldn't he? Maybe not. The last time they discussed children was before their divorce. Despite how bad she wanted them, he refused to have any. She doubted he changed his mind and he lived so far away. Frank might be self centered but he never completely abandoned her. She knew he wouldn't abandon his baby. If she had a child he may never come back. He might never be there for her but he would still make sure she had plenty of money. If she lost Laura she would need Frank, which meant she had to reconnect with him even though she didn't love with him anymore. She finally got over him and now, as if by some cosmic joke, life dragged him back into her life permanently.

"Why the hell didn't you come get me? Do you have any idea how much that taxi ride cost?"

"You can afford it." Sarah kept tight control of her voice. To her ears she sounded like a robot. Those stupid text to voice programs sounded livelier than she did. Thankfully Frank didn't seem to notice.

"Of course I can afford it, that isn't the point." He set his briefcase and suitcase by the door. "The point is I bought you a car so you could come pick me up." He finally looked at her and his face split into a beautiful grin. "Damn you look hot." His eyes traveled over her body admiring every curve. "You're not wearing underwear."

Sarah wished the earth would swallow her whole. She never felt this humiliated in her life. Not even when Frank told her why he was leaving. She wanted to cover herself. She felt more naked than if she really was naked.

"I have to admit, seeing you like this is worth a thirty minute cab ride." Frank walked up to her and took both her hands in his and kissed her knuckles. He looked straight into her eyes and held the eye contact. Most men glanced at her face then starred at her body. Frank didn't do that. "I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier." He stared into her eyes as he spoke. I had to catch my flight and I didn't know how soon I'd have to hang up. You're right, I need to stop expecting you to wait for me to call. You have a life and I'm glad you're finally living it. That's one reason why I divorced you. I felt like I stopped you from living your life."

"It's not all your fault." Sarah still sounded like a damn robot but she didn't know what to do. What was the right thing to do? She was in love with Laura but she didn't know how Laura would react to her pregnancy. What about Frank? He was going to be a father, he had some say in this too.

"It's nice of you to say that." Frank got a quizzical look on his face. "I've never seen you look like this before. Do you want to talk?"

"Not, not yet. I don't even know where to start." Now her voice shook a little. At least she didn't sound like a robot anymore.

"Then you don't have to." Frank smiled at her and pushed her bangs away from her eyes. "You don't have to worry about anything. No matter what it is, I'll deal with it."

Sarah let him pull her into his arms. She didn't know what else to do. They were going to have a baby together. He had the right to be involved in the decisions. When his hand slid down her back to cup her ass she didn't object. Making love with him was the easiest way to keep him in her life. What if he wanted to get married again? Could she say no? She had to make the best decision for her child.

There was so much she didn't know, so much missing information, she couldn't make any decisions. She had to keep her options open and letting Frank have sex with her kept one option open. Sarah didn't like how mercenary that was, but she didn't know what else to do. She couldn't put Frank off, not when she might need his support in the next few months or years.

When Frank put his other hand on her ass and kneaded her butt cheeks she pushed her pelvis against him, giving him all the encouragement he needed. His hands worked their old magic. From the first time they made love his hands on her ass always aroused her. When he smashed his lips against hers, she opened her mouth to him, eagerly letting him inside.

Sarah couldn't help comparing Frank's kiss to Laura's. Laura's were soft, sensuous and yielding while Frank's were masterful and demanding. Both were good, but the way Frank kissed always ignited Sarah's lust. Frank's hands kneading her ass caused her dress to ride up her hips. When his fingers touched her skin, she moaned with desire and felt herself moisten. Laura faded from her mind as she surrendered herself to her bodies customary reactions to Frank's touch. 

Frank's fingers gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. He reached around and cupped her ass again then slid a hand between her legs until he cupped her pussy from behind. He stroked her slit with fingers that knew their way around her body, knew exactly how to arouse her. Laura taught Sarah how to be bold; confident in her ability to give pleasure. She gripped Frank's cock through his pants and squeezed and rubbed until she felt him grow hard. It made them both want more. She was wet, her body ready to take him inside. It was an itch, an ache, a void that needed his hard shaft to fill it. She needed him inside, needed his friction like she needed her next breath. First She wanted to feel the velvety skin in her hand, wanted to feel his hard cock throb in her palm.

"Fuck!" Sarah almost growled as she pushed away from him, forcing his hand to slip away from her pussy. Frank looked at her a little bewildered and a little breathless. "Hurry up!" Sarah yanked her dress over her head and tossed it away. Frank's eyes roamed over her body, his expression full of desire like Laura's. Except he wanted to posses where Laura worshipped. The way he looked at her, the feel of his eyes on her naked skin, scorching across her breasts, over her belly, between her legs, made her mindless with desire. His possessing eyes made her want to be taken. She ran for the stairs with Frank following as he fumbled with his shirt.

Sarah jumped on the bed and knelt, staring at Frank's crotch as she exposed his hard cock. Her body trembled as she watched his cloths fly off. He always made time to take care of himself but until now Sarah never noticed. She never thought to look at the way his muscles bunched beneath his skin. Sarah reached out and laid a palm on his flat belly. It rose and fell with his quick breathing, a thin sheen of sweat accented his masculine angles with highlights and shadows. She had a flitting thought of her camera but she disregarded it. Her palm slid down, brushing past his throbbing cock and continued down over his thigh. His body quivered under her touch like a thoroughbred waiting to be released from the stall to race down the track. Sarah did that to him, had that much power. Her heated sex throbbed with the need to be filled. She wrapped her hand around him just hard enough to feel the velvety skin slid under her fingers. She moved back, pulling him onto the bed, sensing he was on the edge of control. 

He barely had time to crawl onto the bed before she took him in her mouth. She loved the feel of him, simultaneously soft and hard. Sarah rubbed the tip across her lips then, flicking her tongue, she licked her way down to his balls then back up. When she made it back to the tip, she put her mouth over it and ran her tongue all around the head. As she worked him deeper in her mouth, she loved the way his skin felt slippery and silky. When she got half way down, she picked up a rhythm. Each time she went down she sucked him in a little deeper. She pushed her tongue against the underside of his cock and licked and sucked with each stroke of her mouth. Sarah pushed her tongue against the underside of his cock as she pushed down then flicked her tongue side to side as she pulled away. When she heard him moan she smiled around his shaft and squeezed her lips tighter then picked up speed. She took him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat. He moaned louder and she frantically bobbed her head. His hips thrust up involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Sarah adjusted her angle to take him deeper, wanting all of him.

"Stop! God, Sarah, I'm going to come if you don't stop."

Sarah didn't want to stop she wanted his come in her. She didn't care if it was in her mouth or her pussy as long as he came in her.

"Wait!" He pushed her mouth off him. She stared at his cock quivering on his belly all slick and shiny from her saliva. She opened her mouth to take him in again but he forced her on her back. He moved between her legs and grinned up at her. "My turn."

Butterfly light, Frank ran his thumbs up and down her lips. They became slick with her fluids. The gentle touch inflamed her desire, made her pussy burn for relief. Frank opened her with his thumbs then put his mouth on her. He licked deep into her, moving his tongue slow and deliberate. Her back arched and her head thrashed side to side. His hands left her pussy, slid across her slick skin, under her thighs, across her ribs, then, at last, enveloped her tits. He squeezed them in time with the movements of his tongue. Frank must have sensed how close to the edge she balanced. He licked up from the bottom of her pussy, moving slow, tasting her, letting her experience exquisite torture as his hot tongue crawled to her clit. When he found her hard little button he expertly worked it. His tongue built her pleasure almost as fast as her mouth on his cock brought him to the edge of orgasm. He flicked his tongue across her clit making her gasp. Then he paused long enough for her to calm down a little before flicking her again. This was beyond her endurance, she couldn't hold back, didn't want to hold back. Sarah teetered on the edge, her hands gripping his hair, his gripping her tits. She pulled his face into her, squeezed his head between her sweaty thighs. When she was a single touch away from exploding he backed away and nuzzled her bush then kissed his way up her body.




Naked Vows Ch. 08



He slid up her body until his cock slipped deep into her pussy. Sarah shuddered, about to come. She wrapped her legs around him and gripped him, pulling him deeper into her. His hands moved under her back until he gripped her shoulders, giving him a purchase to thrust into her harder and deeper. He sank all the way inside her, stretching her, filling her with the satisfying friction. He pulled out, leaving her empty, clutching at nothing. Then back in again, building the friction, bringing the pleasure from deep in her core. Each time he withdrew the emptiness got worse. Each thrust deep into her built the satisfaction, making it stronger, building the orgasm to a level he never gave her before. Frank fucked her fast and deep until a few seconds later her pussy spasmed around his cock. Throughout her orgasm he pumped into her and she felt the tension grow again. If Frank lasted a little longer, she'd come again. Just a little longer. A little longer. She was almost there, almost there. There!

Sarah thought she smelled Laura's perfume. Whatever made her too horny to think disappeared. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and groaned in horror. What had she done?

"That's it baby, come for me!" Frank must have confused her horrified groan with pleasure. She wanted to laugh but it so wasn't funny.

"Come for me, baby." Sarah whispered in his ear, she wanted him to finish so she could get away from him. How could she have done this to Laura? Sarah kept her eyes squeezed shut and tried not to cry as her exhusband thrust into her. He finally groaned and stiffened and emptied his cock deep inside her.

"That was amazing!" Frank rolled off her and lay on his back. "What has gotten in to you?"

Sarah grabbed her robe and ran to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and jumped into a hot shower where she spent the next ten minutes crying and washing Frank off her.

She didn't understand what came over her or why she did what she did. It made no sense now, when it was too late. Even if she didn't understand what happened tonight she knew what she had to do, and it promised to be hard.

When she cried herself out, she got out of the shower, dried off, and slipped into her robe. She found Frank downstairs dressed in some boxer shorts watching tv. Sarah switched the tv off and sat as far away from Frank as possible. 

"You ready to talk about what's bothering you?" Frank looked at her with the perfect balance of concern and curiosity to put Sarah at ease.

"We have to stop this." Sarah made a gesture encompassing their encounter. "It's over."

"So what was that?" Frank pointed upstairs. "Your way of going out with a bang?" Those words could have been cruel but Frank spoke like he wanted to lighten her mood. He didn't look happy but he didn't seem angry either.

"It didn't start that way, but I think that's how it turned out."

"I see." Frank sounded weird, a little sad and a little happy at the same time. Sarah didn't know what to make of it so she started talking to avoid any more emotional baggage tonight.

"We can keep all the same arrangements, when you're in town you can stay here, I'll even be your chauffeur, but no more sex." Sarah knew she should tell him about the baby but decided to wait. She didn't want to walk through another emotional mine field tonight. "When you're here, I'll spend the night at a friends."

"Do you have a friend or is that a nice way of saying you'll spend the night at a hotel?" Frank sounded hopeful, but Sarah didn't know why.

"I have a friend. Her name is Laura and she's very good to me."

Frank sighed and seemed to relax a little. She hadn't realized he'd been tense. "Good for you. It's about time."

"About time for what?"

"For you to be the person you would have been if I hadn't married you." Frank got up then pulled her to her feet to give her a hug. "You're leaning who you are." He grinned his handsome, boyish grin, and glanced up stairs. "I don't suppose we can have another go 'round before you call it quits?"

Sarah laughed and all the tension drained away. "No, I'm afraid not. I have somewhere I have to be tonight." Things were fine between them.

Frank stopped her on her way to her bedroom with a hand on her shoulder. "We'll still be friends, right?"

Sarah beamed at him. "For the first time in our relationship I think we can be real friends."

"Good." Frank smiled at her then went back to the couch and fished through the cushion for the remote. "I won't wait up, but I will need a ride to work tomorrow, unless you're going to make me take a cab again."

"I'll be here. What time?"

"I have to be there by nine p.m."

"That's doable. I'll pick you up around eight thirty."

"Perfect. Have fun at Laura's tonight."

"Thanks." Sarah knew she wouldn't have any fun tonight. She had to tell Laura what happened. Knowing her confession might drive Laura away made her want to throw up. The only thing worse was imagining the look on Laura's face when Sarah confessed to having sex with Frank.



Naked Vows Ch. 09



Sarah drove to Laura's work but didn't see her car parked there. It came as both a relief and an aggravation. She dreaded confessing what she did, but each passing minute made the sick knot in her stomach tighten. She had to tell Laura everything now, tonight, before she made a worse mistake. 

Next, she drove to Laura's house and saw her car in the driveway. Normally she would have walked straight inside; they exchanged keys weeks ago. Tonight, though, after what she did, it didn't seem right. Instead, she rang the bell, shifting from one foot to the other as she waited for Laura to answer the door. It seemed to take forever for the deadbolt to slide back.

Laura opened the door, her face was red and her eyes looked puffy and swollen. Sarah knew immediately Laura had been crying. 

"What's wrong?" Sarah couldn't imagine what could make Laura cry. She seemed so strong and impervious. The only other time she saw Laura cry was when Marcy found them. "Did something happen to your kids?"

"No, they're fine. Or at least as fine as they can be with a lesbian for a mom."

"Don't say it like that. What we have is not dirty."

"I'm not so sure."

"I am. I know it for a fact." Sarah took a deep breath, it was time to tell Laura everything. "Laura, I-."

"I admire your conviction." Laura stepped back to let Sarah come in. When Sarah walked past Laura, she smelled her familiar perfume, the scent that snapped her out of her sexual trance less than an hour ago. "Do you want a glass of wine?" She indicated the wine bottle and glass on the coffee table.

"No, thank you." Even if she hadn't stopped drinking for her baby she didn't think she could hold anything down. "I'm giving up alcohol for a while. Laura, I need to-."

"Then I'll put this away. I wanted a glass before I went to bed."

Sarah followed Laura into the kitchen and rinsed the glass while Laura put the bottle in the fridge. "Laura, I-."

"I'm tired. It might be best if you slept at your own house tonight. I'm afraid I don't have the energy for our usual bedtime activities."

"We don't have to make love every night." God knew Sarah wasn't in the mood for it. "Something happened."

"I got a call from Logan a couple hours ago." Laura walked back into the living room and tidied up. Not that she had anything to tidy, she kept the living room immaculate. "He called Marcy selfish and ungrateful. I guess they had quite the fight. Logan told her the only way I could have a personal relationship without feeling like I was cheating on Tom was to be with another woman. It's exactly what Clair said. He said I loved Tom more than she could ever love Spencer because if Spence died she'd be married again within the year. He said that made Marcy the worst person he knew. It's not true, though. I'm not with you to avoid dead husband issues. I'm with you because you complete something in me and I'm in love with you because of who you are. It doesn't matter what gender you are." Laura's voice cracked and she started to cry.

Sarah's heart sank. She remembered the last time she had a bottle on her coffee table. She thought Laura had dumped her and was crushed by the fear of loneliness. Seeing Laura like this was like looking in a mirror when she had hit bottom. A horrible rush of dread surged from her heart to her fingers and toes. She choked down her bile as understanding dawned on her. Laura wasn't crying because Logan fought with Marcy. "You were there tonight. I really did smell your perfume."

Laura got her voice under control. "I finished at work faster than I expected so I came to your house to surprise you."

"I'm sorry you saw us. I'm sorry it happened at all." Sarah went to Laura and made her stop tidying a spotless room. "Stop cleaning and look at me. I cheated and I'm sorry. I was on my way to see you when Frank showed up. He said the right things and I was scared which made falling into old habits too easy." Sarah shook Laura's shoulders. "I felt alone and didn't know who to turn to and then Frank showed up and I let him kiss me and I knew I shouldn't have but I needed him. I didn't want to but it seemed like I had to and for so long he had the right and it didn't seem fair to change things right then and I should have done it sooner but I was so in love with you and so busy being with you that I forgot all about him and he isn't a bad guy and he's still family whether I want him to be or not and he's even more family now and it felt so good but then it felt so bad and-."

"Sarah!" Laura shook Sarah to stop her frantic rambling. "Calm down. Stop talking for a minute."

"I don't want you to think I'll always cheat on you because I wont. I know I slept with Frank once before, but I promise it will never happen again, you've got to believe me! I'll never have sex with him again!"

"Sarah, stop it." Laura pulled her into a hug probably thinking, correctly, it was the only way to shut her up.

Sarah clutched Laura to her and sobbed on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." Sarah barely got the words out between sobs. "You have to believe me."

"I do. I believe you." Laura stroked Sarah's hair. "Calm down and stop crying. I know what dealing with family is like. As much as I love you I'd still sleep with Tom again if I had the chance."

Sarah pulled away from Laura. "That's different, Tom died, otherwise you'd still be with him."

"You're probably right but it doesn't matter. I'm with you now."

"This isn't right." Sarah pulled a tissue from the box on the coffee table. The waste basket was filled with used ones. How long had Laura sat there crying? "I'm the one who cheated, I'm the one who's supposed to sooth you, not the other way around." 

"You went into hysterics." Laura gave her a weary smile. "I love you enough to forgive you anything."

"That's the third time tonight you've told me you love me. I've waited so long for you to be comfortable saying it and now I feel like I don't deserve it."

"I shouldn't have avoided it for so long."

Sarah shrugged. "I doubt it would have made a difference to what happened tonight." Or maybe it would have. If Laura told Sarah she loved her, would she have been less scared when she found out she was pregnant? No, she would have been just as scared. Sarah still didn't have answers to some very important questions. "In fact, I'm sure of it."

"It doesn't matter, I love you so much I'll forgive you anything."

"I want to believe you, I really do."

"Do you want me to prove it?" Laura's hands moved to the buttons on her blouse.

"Not yet. I have more to tell you."

Laura's hands froze on the third button. "Sarah, you kept saying you're afraid of something. What is it?"

"I'm pregnant." Sarah's heart leapt into her throat and she stared wide eyed at Laura looking for any indication of how she felt.

"How long have you known?" Laura unbuttoned the third button but didn't move to the next.

"A few hours. Frank called and wanted to know if I was on my period. I realized I hadn't had one since the last time he was here. I took the test and wanted to come tell you but Frank showed up before I had a chance to leave. One thing led to another and . . . "

"You've had a hell of a night, haven't you?" Laura smiled and went back to the buttons on her shirt. "That explains a lot, though."

"You don't have to take your cloths off, you've got nothing to prove."

"I thought you liked me naked."

"I like you no matter what, it just seems, I don't know, awkward."

"Being naked for you is never awkward for me." Laura shrugged her shirt off revealing a white lace bra that barely obscured her dark nipples.

"That lace looks uncomfortable." Sarah couldn't help staring at Laura's magnificent tits. Like always, it made it hard for Sarah to concentrate.

"It is. I'm constantly aware of it. Which means I'm always aware of my breasts which means I constantly think of you." Laura kicked off her sandals then unfastened her slacks. "You said you wanted children. I assume you're keeping this pregnancy?"

"It never occurred to me not to." Sarah licked her lips. A stab of fear gave her enough concentration to look away from Laura's body and focus on the problems at hand. "I didn't know how you would feel."

"Oh?" Laura let gravity pull her slacks down over her hips to pool around her calves.

"You said you were glad your children were out of your life. I didn't know if you'd want to be around another baby."

"That explains just about everything." Laura leaned forward to push her slacks off her feet. She bent in a way that showed her tits to the best advantage.

"It does?"

"When I got pregnant, all I thought about was sex. At least the first trimester. I made love to Tom so much I think he got a little tired of it." Laura's bra came off next and Sarah stared like she always did, fascinated with her lust for Laura's tits. "In fact I couldn't look at a carrot or cucumber without needing him."

Sarah understood. Her tits felt heavy and ached and her clit and wet pussy tingled. The only thing stopping her from ripping her cloths off and attacking Laura was . . . what? Something about Frank and raising a child. When Laura bent to push her panties down, her tits swayed and Sarah forgot all about their conversation. She took a step forward, reached for Laura when the thought of a child shook her out of her trance, at least enough to discuss where things stood.

"I bet you jumped for joy when you realized you were pregnant and then you freaked because you thought I might abandon you. You're constantly horny, you're scared of abandonment and the father of your child shows up." Laura smiled and shook her head in amazement. "What you did is perfectly understandable. I would have done the same thing."

"What about the baby? Is it right to raise a kid with two moms?"

"Of course. As long as it's raised with love, that's all that matters." Laura pulled Sarah's T-shirt over her head. "Between Logan and Spence, not to mention Frank, your baby has plenty of male role models." Laura dropped to her knees and kissed Sarah's belly where a new life grew. "Hello in there." She grinned up at Sarah and then worked at her genes. "You have nothing to worry about. You have a family to help you with whatever problems come up. You're not alone and you never will be again."

Tears filled Sarah's eyes. No one ever said that to her before.

"Whatever problems arise, we'll deal with them together." Laura leaned in to Sarah's hand as she stroked the older woman's face.

When Laura pulled Sarah's pants down, she made a ticking noise. "You didn't wear any underwear at all."

"I was in a hurry." Sarah gasped as she felt Laura's hot breath on her moist sex. "I still am." She pulled Laura's face into her and moaned as Laura nuzzled her mound.

"Lift your foot up so I can get your pants off."

Sarah steadied herself with a hand on Laura's head and lifted her leg. Laura's tongue slid across her clit as her legs parted and Sarah almost fell over. "That felt good. Do it again."

"Lift your other leg."

Sarah did but this time she kept her ankle bent forward making it harder to get the genes off. Coincidentally this gave Laura more time to slide her tongue on her pussy. It didn't take long for Laura to get her pants off though.

"Lets go to bed, we're going to try something different tonight."

"We are?" Sarah didn't care what they tried as long as she came real soon. "What?"

"It's something Clair mentioned."

"Clair? Your secretary?" That gave Sarah pause. "You're straight secretary?"

"That's her. She wanted to know if we tried something I never heard of."

"What? How does she know what lesbians do?"

"You'll find out." Laura grabbed Sarah's hand and dragged her upstairs. "Their sex life has drastically improved since they found out about us. Apparently they're watching a lot of lesbian porn. I wouldn't be surprised if Clair made her husband put on a wig and dress up like a woman then go down on her. Enough about them. Get on the bed."

Sarah crawled crabwise on the bed displaying all her charms to Laura. She smiled and looked at her lover looking at her. When Laura looked at Sarah like that Sarah felt more beautiful and confident than she ever felt in her life. It wasn't about sex, it was about love and how someone who loved you could make you feel.

"I'm so lucky." Sarah held out a hand to draw Laura into bed with her.

"Not the way I am." Laura crawled on the bed and moved between Sarah's legs so Sarah cradled Laura between her thighs. "I found love once with Tom. The love we had was better than what most people ever have. Then I lost him." Laura rested her body on her elbows so her tits pressed into Sarah and her mouth was close enough to kiss. "Then I met you and it happened twice. I love you so much, Sarah."

Sarah's whole body reacted. She never remembered being this aroused. It was different than the arousal she had experienced before. She knew what it felt like to have her body engulfed with lust. Now her body and her soul were consumed. Sarah needed more than simple physical relief disguised as lust, she needed a connection, she needed to join physically and spiritually. That's what Laura offered, a melding of two bodies to one, of two souls to one. They were soul mates about to consummate the wedding of their hearts. Sarah sensed it at the edges of her awareness. The sensation grew and promised to eventually consume her. She intended to give herself to Laura in an everlasting, unbreakable bond. Even as her passion grew, as her body and mind prepared for this new awakening she felt a little afraid.

"Don't be afraid, my love." Laura spoke like she read her mind. Sarah felt so close to her right now, maybe she did. "There's too much joy to be had for you to be afraid."

Laura moved her legs so her knees hooked under Sarah's thighs and spread their legs wide apart. Laura pushed up on her arms so her dangling nipples scraped hot, passionate lines across Sarah's skin. She wiggled around a bit until her pubic hair pushed into Sarah's pussy.

Sarah gasped. The sensation radiated out from her pussy through her whole body. Laura pushed her pelvis forward so her crisp bush slid across Sarah's swollen sex. The sensation changed when Laura's slick pussy glided across Sarah's clit.

"Oh my god!" they both said. Sarah stared up into Laura's wide surprised eyes sure her own looked the same.

Laura kept moving up until Sarah felt Laura's sopping pussy slid against her own pubic mound. Once Laura reached the end of her stroke she started down. Her pussy slid over Sarah's pussy hair then their clit's caressed each other and finally Laura's pussy hair abraded Sarah's sex.

Laura's eyes looked glazed as she started the upward motion again. Sarah neared the edge as slick pussy slid against slick pussy then crisp hair stimulated her swollen clit. Nothing she felt before compared to this. Sarah threw her head back as the feelings concentrated in her pussy. Pleasure radiated out until her whole body was one busy nerve.

"Open your eyes, look at me." Laura moved faster until the need for release pushed Sarah to match Laura's pace. They ground into each other, trying to hold off long enough for the other to reach bliss.

Sarah opened her eyes and stared up into Laura's straining face. As her orgasm approached it seemed like Sarah looked into herself at the same time she looked into Laura. They moved so fast now, so close but holding back for the other to go first. They made slapping sounds as flesh hit flesh. They ground their pussies tighter, harder, faster. Then just before the orgasm hit, it happened. They were one. They came at the same instant. Two people shared one orgasm. Two lovers became one person. Sarah stared into Laura stared into Sarah stared into Laura.

Sarah's orgasm shattered reality, she dug her hands into Laura's pumping ass and left bruises. Someone's pussy flooded in painfully pleasurable contractions. Sarah didn't have the breath to scream. Sweat slid down Laura's tits until it collected on her nipple. The quivering drop fell from Laura's body and landed on Sarah's breast where it burned with pleasure.

As the orgasm ebbed away they didn't stop. They ground into each other with bruising force making their pussies obey the pleasure, making their pussy's build to a second orgasm, better than the first, and then a third. They both screamed into a pleasure so intense, so long lasting, their sweaty bodies ached from the tension. When they calmed down Laura slid to Sarah's side so she didn't crush her.

They lay together drifting in and out of sleep until they regained enough strength to stagger to the kitchen for something to eat and drink. Once thirst and hunger were as sated as their sexual desire Laura let out a contented sigh.

"I'll have to send Clair a bonus."

Sarah agreed, but she wasn't ready to talk yet, too stunned by what she felt right before she came. She smiled her agreement then got them both another glass of water.

"We're together now. Forever." Laura took the glass from Sarah and put it on the table. Sarah turned to go back to her chair but Laura grabbed her arm and pulled her into her lap. "I love you beyond anything and anyone. There is no problem we can't overcome together." Laura took a deep breath and stared straight into Sarah's soul with her captivating gaze. "Will you marry me, Sarah Weaver?"

Sarah's eyes burned with tears. She didn't know a person could be this happy. She stood up and pulled Laura to her feet then hugged Laura tight against her before pulling far enough away to look into her soul mates eyes. "Yes."

They stood with naked body against naked body and naked soul against naked soul and spoke their vows.

The End



Naked Vows



"It's exactly what you meant. Look around." Sarah didn't bother to lower her voice. "Women kissing is normal here." She slid out of the booth then held a hand out to Laura. "Now kiss me."

"But-."

"Do as you're told."

Was it the wine or how Sarah commanded her? Simple curiosity? Maybe seeing so many women kiss made it seem normal. It didn't matter, Laura let Sarah pull her to her feet. They moved toward each other, awkward and unsure where to put their arms or which way to tilt their heads. Sarah giggled and Laura, predictably, blushed. 

"Stand still." Sarah wrapped her arms around Laura's neck. "I'll kiss you first. Put your arms around my waist." 

Laura lost herself in Sarah's clear hazel eyes. Sarah must have felt unsure too, her confidence seemed to falter. Laura's heart pounded against her ribs as Sarah drew her forward. When Sarah's eyes slid closed, Laura's went wide. She was going to kiss another woman! She was too scared to think. When Sarah's lips parted and her warm, wine scented breath caressed Laura's face she almost pulled away. Almost. Sarah's mouth waited an inch away and Laura was so tense she wanted to scream. "Wait!"

Sarah froze for a second then pulled back. "What's wrong?" Sarah schooled her face into polite interest but Laura saw the younger woman's insecurities rise to the surface. 

"I'm scared." Laura's eyes slid away from Sarah's face. "I'm very scared."

Sarah didn't say anything, but placed Laura's palm flat between her breasts. Laura felt Sarah's heart beat with the same tempo as her own. "I'm not sure if I'm scared, nervous, or excited." Sarah took a deep breath. "I think we both know we're about to cross a line. Now be quiet."

This time as Sarah moved closer Laura didn't protest. She still couldn't close her eyes, not until she felt the soft caress of breath against her mouth. Laura shuddered and closed her eyes then closed the last inch separating them. She shuddered again, or maybe Sarah did, Laura couldn't tell. They stayed like that for a minor eternity, neither moving, like two statues with their lips pressed gently together. They inhaled each others breaths, felt the texture of slick lipstick against dry lips. Ignoring the feeling of awkwardness, Laura pulled the younger woman closer. As she did so, Sarah let her tongue slip between Laura's lips. Desire shot through Laura like a solar flare and she pushed her own tongue forward to connect with Sarah's. Neither woman deepened the kiss, again frozen in position. Laura didn't know if they stayed that way because they didn't know what to do next or because they were lost in the moment. Laura knew she wanted to savor the experience. This was so new and she wanted to try new things. In a way she stood in the midst of a second adolescence. 

Sarah's tongue began to move in Laura's mouth, slow at first, then with greater passion. Laura kept pace until a moan escaped her. Sarah broke the kiss and moved back to look into Laura's eyes. "Follow me home. Spend the weekend with me." Sarah didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed both purses and handed over Laura's then made for the exit.

Laura watched her go, engrossed in the sway of Sarah's hips and the way her skirt swished side to side with her stride. With reality facing her, how far did she dare to go? Then she remembered the kiss, the way she wanted the experience to last forever. If she followed Sarah home, she would lose her virginity again. Except now, with hard won wisdom, she knew how to appreciate it. If she followed Sarah home there was no going back. Could she live with the consequences? Yes.

Sarah must have realized Laura hadn't moved because she turned and gave Laura an impatient look. Laura hurried to catch up to her.

Once in the parking lot Sarah stopped Laura and gave her her address. "In case we get separated." Sarah reached for Laura but glanced at their surroundings and checked the action. Laura was relieved, even though she decided to brave this new frontier she didn't want to advertise it to the whole world. Sarah gave a curt nod then turned to find her car in the parking lot. Laura wondered what the younger woman was thinking. Was Sarah as nervous as herself? She didn't show it.

It took almost half an hour to get to Sarah's home and Laura wrestled with her thoughts the entire time. If she continued following Sarah, she would have sex with her. If she didn't turn away, Laura would touch another woman's breasts. She would suckle her and fondle her and kiss her and . . . When Laura thought about her mouth on another woman's vagina, a thrill shot through her. She didn't know if it was fear or excitement. Could she even do it? What would it do to Sarah if she backed down? Despite the confident authoritative woman she appeared to be Laura saw the insecurities swim under the surface. She imagined how much it would hurt Sarah if she turned away now. How would Laura feel, for that matter, if they got to Sarah's home and she changed her mind told Laura to leave? Laura tried to imagine the scene and decided she would be incredibly hurt and humiliated. That didn't mean Laura had to do something she didn't want to, but she couldn't disappear either. 

They pulled into a nice upper middle class neighborhood and then to a very nice home with a small, well cared for, front yard. Small flower beds lined its foundation. The house seemed huge for one woman. 

Sarah waited at her front door with her purse clutched in both hands while Laura sat in her car and came to a decision. Again. Laura took a deep breath then turned off her motor and got out. Sarah led Laura straight into a living room furnished for small, formal gatherings instead of a living space. Sarah faced Laura to say something but hesitated and licked her lips. 

"I'm so confused." Laura hoped revealing her vulnerability might settle both their nerves. "Will you be patient with me? I'm not sure what to do or even what I can do."

"Me too." Sarah sighed and tossed her purse onto a sturdy looking coffee table. "But I'm going through with this."

"Don't, if finishing is the only reason you want to go through with it."

"What do you mean?"

"Determination is great, but not if it leads you to do something you don't want to do."

Sarah sighed in understanding. "I'm feeling things I don't understand, but I know I want this." She took Laura's purse and set it next to her own. Then she reached out and undid the top button of Laura's blouse.

Panic flooded Laura from an unexpected direction. "Stop! I can't . . . "

Sarah stepped back and cocked her head to one side. "Why not? What's changed?" 

"I don't want you to see me." Laura's eyes slid left and her bottom lip trembled. 

"What?" Sarah sounded confused. "Why?"

"You're so beautiful. I'm old and fat." Laura thought if she ever made love with another woman those things wouldn't matter. Now, suddenly, they mattered even more.

Sarah walked around Laura and she felt the younger woman's eyes inspect her, seeing every little flaw. Laura began to blush and hated herself for it.

She stopped behind Laura and put her hands on the older woman's shoulders. "I don't know what you think I see but it's not a fat old woman." Sarah traced her palms down Laura's arms then wrapped her fingers around her wrists. She gently placed Laura's hands on her head. Then she moved her hands down Laura's back and reached forward to work on the buttons. Laura moved her hands down to stop her.

"Stop!" Sarah hissed the command into Laura's ear. "Leave your hands there. You aren't allowed to move them until I say so." Laura desperately wanted to stop Sarah, but being told what to do felt oddly comfortable. She did as instructed while Sarah undid each button until they ended at Laura's waist. "Put your arms down." Laura did and Sarah pulled the dress off her arms. "Put your hands back on your head." Laura trembled when Sarah worked the fabric over her hips. When the dress hit the floor, Sarah whispered in her ear. "Step out of it." With weak knees Laura did. "You're trembling," said Sarah. "It's not from lust, is it?"

"No," said Laura, her voice raspy. Sarah's hands went to the clasp on Laura's red bra and freed her breasts. Laura almost sobbed as she felt her heavy breasts sag down on her chest. Why did she let this woman take away her cloths and leave her humiliated?

"Put your feet together." Sarah pulled Laura's matching panties down her legs. "Good girl. Now step out of your panties and put your feet shoulder width apart."

"Please," said Laura, not sure what she begged for.

"Hush." Sarah's hands went to Laura's hips and she pulled the older woman tight against her, crushing her pubic mound into Laura's bottom. Her hands slowly moved to Laura's belly where she caressed the slightly rounded flesh. "You see this as fat and ugly, don't you?" asked Sarah.

Laura nodded and wondered how she managed to keep tears from spilling out of her eyes.

"I see the place where a miracle happened." Sarah traced gentle fingers along stretch marks. "You held life here. I can't imagine anything more beautiful. I'm so jealous. I wish I was a mother and carried the symbols of motherhood. I'll bet your husband wanted his hands here all the time and you never realized why. How could you, poor woman. All you see is fat."

Laura's tears escaped and a sob convulsed her body. "Please don't." 

"Don't cry, my sweet." Sarah's hands inched up until they lifted Laura's breasts, testing their weight. "These sag, but only a little. It's because they're so big, not because you're old. Do you know what I see here? I see a beautiful woman feeding her beautiful children. This is what a woman is supposed to look like, soft and nurturing, not hard and boyish. I see-."

"Stop it!" Laura jerked away and covered her breasts with her hands. "Just stop it. Do you know what your lies are doing to me?" Tears coursed down her cheeks and she wanted to slink away and hide instead of face this beautiful young woman. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Sarah gently wiped Laura's tears away. "I swear to you, I'll never lie. If I don't want to tell you something, I'll say so, but I'll never lie."

"There's more than one way to lie."

"I know, sweety. I've experienced them all with my ex-husband. I know how painful it can be for someone to tell you the truth and leave out one little piece of information."

"It's called a lie of omission." Laura was relieved to have something to talk about to take the focus off her body. She glanced down at her cloths and considered pulling her dress back on.

"Look at me, sweety." Sarah used a finger to lift Laura's chin so she looked the younger woman eye to eye. "I also know what it's like to have someone twist words around so if you confront him later he can say: oh, you misunderstood me." Still holding her finger under Laura's chin Sarah gave her a quick, chaste kiss. "I will never do that to you. There's something between us I won't risk with a stupid lie."

"I don't know you very well so I don't know how honest you are."

"I don't know what to say to convince you I'm telling the truth. I'll swear any oath you want me to, but it won't do any good if you don't trust me to begin with." Sarah took her finger away from Laura's chin and hugged herself. She stepped away and turned her back to Laura. "You need to decide for yourself if you can trust me."

Once again Laura saw the aura of fear around Sarah. The younger woman was so afraid of rejection it hurt for Laura to see it. Yet Sarah was right, Laura needed to decide if she trusted Sarah or not. This decision might be as important as when she decided to get married. Her life had two directions to go from here and Laura had to decide which direction to take. But could she believe what Sarah just said? No one in their right mind could see Laura as beautiful yet Sarah claimed she did. Against all common sense Laura realized she believed her. She took a deep breath and made the plunge. "I trust you."

Sarah turned back to study her, uncertainty written large and plain across her face. Laura knew what she had to do to erase that uncertainty. She moved her feet shoulder width apart, released her breasts, and linked her fingers behind her head. As soon as Laura released her breasts, she watched the confidence flood back into Sarah. 

"If you trust me why are you crying?" Sarah moved close enough for Laura's breasts to rub against her jacket.

"I don't know."

Sarah traced her finger down the damp path on Laura's cheek. "I think you do. We agreed not to lie to each other, right?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me."

"It's hard to believe someone like you can find me beautiful."

"I get to decide what I think is beautiful. Are you trying to take that away from me?"

"No, I would never take something from you." Laura felt Sarah's breath across her throat. It made her nipples harden against Sarah's jacket and goose bumps spread across her skin. "I was humiliated but now I'm not. I'm sorry, this is all new to me."

"Do you trust me now?"

"Yes." Laura didn't understand why, but she did. "How can I prove it to you?"

"Be quiet and help me with my jacket." Sarah stepped back and waited.

It took a moment for Laura to realize what she was supposed to do. She reached out and fumbled with the top button. Laura experienced a rare moment in life where she was completely in the moment and at the same time a detached part of her mind observed without emotion or passion. Every touch, every smell, every single second burned itself into Laura's memory. She was a virgin again and she was going to have sex with another woman. Whenever she smelled Sarah's perfume, she would remember this moment and how nervous she felt. And how excited. Laura never imagined something like this. Now she couldn't imagine stopping.

Laura walked behind Sarah to pull the suit jacket off her shoulders. Each step caused her breasts to sway and dip making her hyper-aware of them. They were swollen with desire and her pussy felt slick and hot with need. Not since Tom had she felt such need, such desire. For the first time in ten years thinking about Tom didn't leave her sad and lonely. Tom was such a guy. He would have loved to see this.

Laura pulled Sarah's jacket off her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. Sarah didn't raise her arms so Laura had to bend down to slip the jacket off. Her breasts dipped forward and swayed when she bent. They ached to be touched. She almost took them in her hands to relieve the pressure. As she bent further, she felt her pussy open in desperate invitation and the cool air caressed her slick swollen clit. May Tom forgive her, she had never been so turned on in her life.

"Where do you want me to put this?" Laura tried to speak calmly but the words came out dry and raspy.

"Over there." Sarah pointed to a chair all the way across the room.

Laura walked the ten paces it took to get to the chair and put some extra sway in her naked hips. She hadn't walked that way in longer than she could remember. She sat the jacket on the chair making sure to bend at the hips. Tom would have been on her in an instant with that show. Would Sarah like it? Laura's lust fell under a wave of panic. Did she just make a fool of herself? She straightened abruptly and turned so fast her breasts slapped against her with a quiet clap. Sarah's eyes went huge and dark and the subtle smile on her red lips instantly relieved Laura. She kept the sway in her hips as she walked back to Sarah but put her feet down hard so her breasts jiggled with each step. The metronomic sway of her swollen nipples drew Sarah's attention and a whispered "oh," of desire escaped her mouth. Laura never felt so sexy in her life.

When Laura got to Sarah she reached for the buttons of her blouse but Sarah grabbed her wrists and moved Laura's hands back to her head. Sarah slid her hands down Laura's arms tracing the skin with her fingertips. Her hands moved out to the elbows then across the bottom of her arms until she got to Laura's underarms. Her fingers moved light and slow so what should have been ticklish turned into the most erotic touch Laura ever received. Sarah continued down her sides, slow, as if counting each rib until she got to Laura's hips. Then Sarah slid her hands down and back to cup Laura's buttocks. Sarah kneaded them, squeezing and pulling them apart. With Laura's legs apart each squeeze pulled her pussy lips open. That simple action, her lips pulling apart then relaxing against her clit, caused the first hint of an approaching orgasm. Laura's hips were about to pump involuntarily when Sarah stopped and her cool fingers caressed Laura's hot skin. Sarah traced Laura's stretch marks again. Now they felt sexy instead of ugly and for the first time in her life Laura liked them. Sarah's hands moved up until she caressed the outside of Laura's breasts. She looked deep into Laura's eyes and gathered her breasts into her hands. Sarah squeezed them in rhythm with Laura's heart beat. Laura's eyes lost focus and her eyelids drooped.

One hand left Laura's breast and traced a trail to her dark curls. Sarah's fingers combed through Laura's thick pubic hair. Then, just above her sex Sarah gripped a handful of hair and gently tugged at it in rhythm with the hand squeezing Laura's breast. The way the tugging stretched and relaxed her clit sent new waves of pleasure through her body. She tried to hold still but she couldn't stop her hips from pumping. The hand released her pubic hair and Laura teetered on the edge of orgasm. 

Sarah's hand stroked over Laura's mons, smoothing down her hair but not providing enough sensation to push her over the edge. Then Sarah's hand slipped down and cupped Laura's sex. Two fingers opened her while a third penetrated her body. Then Sarah squeezed. Laura's body went rigid as her orgasm crashed over her. Her hips thrust against the hand cupping her as Sarah squeezed against her sex in time to Laura's convulsions.

As Laura's orgasm subsided, Sarah's hot wet mouth closed over her dark nipple. Sarah sucked hard taking the oversensitive bud between her teeth and simultaneously forced two more fingers deep into Laura's sopping pussy.

Laura screamed out her passion as she came again. Her thighs trembled and she felt slick wet heat run down her legs. Laura would have fallen if Sarah hadn't held her tight, smashing Laura's breast into her face. Sarah kept her fingers in Laura's pussy as Laura rode wave after wave of bliss.

At last the fingers slipped from her sex and the mouth left her nipple. Laura sunk to her knees and tried to regain her breath. She managed to smile up at Sarah, her new lover. She wanted to say something but nothing seemed right. Sarah rescued her from having to say anything.

"Don't be rude, Laura. You haven't finished helping me with my cloths."

* * *

Sarah felt like a goddess. Having Laura look at her with such an adoring smile was the biggest turn on she ever had. Is this how Frank felt when he made her come until she couldn't stand? Is that how Sarah looked? Of course Sarah never came as hard as Laura did. Sarah never ejaculated, she didn't believe in it, not until she felt Laura flood over her hand.

At first Sarah wondered if she could go through with it. Like Laura, she went to the bar for companionship, not a sex partner. Not until Laura suggested they kiss had Sarah considered doing anything. Maybe taking control gave Sarah the confidence to move forward. When she told Laura to kiss her, she expected it to be awkward and funny, a memory they could laugh over. Then they kissed. It seemed right, like Sarah found where she belonged. She didn't know what to expect when they got to her place and almost ran a red light because she was so distracted. When they got to her home she decided to push and see what happened. If Laura refused, Sarah could say it was a joke. If she didn't . . . Sarah had no idea what to do if Laura obeyed.




Naked Vows



Laura had obeyed. Frank used to love to stare at Sarah when she stood with her hands over her head and her feet apart. It seemed silly until she saw Laura stand before her naked and vulnerable. Sarah's body responded like a switch had been thrown. A naked woman never aroused Sarah before but Laura was the most arousing sight Sarah ever saw. She felt herself soak the crotch of her thong. Pretty soon her pantyhose would be soaked as well. Her nipples went so hard so fast they hurt. 

Touching Laura had been the most natural thing she could imagine. Even though she had no experience with a woman, she remembered what Frank did to her. She channeled those memories into actions to preform on Laura. 

When Laura walked that sexy little walk, Sarah almost attacked her. She went so wet she knew she'd need to drink a gallon of water tomorrow. The only reason she didn't rip her cloths off and devour the older woman was the memory of Frank's restraint. He took control but insisted that control came with responsibility. "When someone gives you control, it's your responsibility to make the gift worthwhile." Frank always made her surrenders worthwhile. It had to be much harder for this proud and powerful woman to give Sarah control than it had for Sarah to give it to Frank. Sarah never knew any different, but Laura did.

Kissing had been hard, well not the kissing itself, but getting to the kiss. It had been worth it, it led to Laura standing naked in front of her, of Sarah's hands on Laura's body. Her tits demanded to be held and Sarah still wanted to touch them. She couldn't imagine ever getting board with those beautiful big tits. Not until she had to play with Laura's pussy did she feel doubt and trepidation. It was the same as when they got ready to kiss, the same breaching of taboo, the same fear she might hate herself afterward. Then she remembered how great the kiss was and moved past her fear and doubt. Feeling how hot and wet Laura was gave Sarah the confidence to go further. Knowing she caused Laura's responses satisfied Sarah better than any orgasm Frank ever gave her. 

Now this proud, successful women knelt at her feet and stared at her with adoration, the ultimate turn-on. Laura's mouth moved like she wanted to say something but no words came out. Sarah took pity on her. "Don't be rude, Laura. You haven't finished helping me with my cloths."

Sarah saw the relief in Laura's face but then Laura surprised her.

"I need to use your bathroom. Please?" Laura was practically begging. Well, they did drink a lot at the bar. Sarah pointed to the door to the bathroom. Laura got to her feet and grabbed her purse. She hurried toward the door then stopped half way to change her stride to her slow, hip swaying walk that drove Sarah wild.

It seemed like an hour went by and Sarah's impatient glance at the clock told her less than five minutes had passed. What was she doing in there? Did she regret what happened between them? Did her first experience with lesbian sex disgust her? Maybe she was too humiliated to face Sarah again.

By the time the door opened Sarah's arousal had vanished in a sea of self doubt and fear. She had a scathing remark on her lips when Laura stepped out but the sight of the older woman stopped all thought. Her lust and desire shot to a new height. Laura was the most beautiful woman Sarah ever saw. She pulled her hair into a ponytail that would have made her look severe if her makeup hadn't made her look so soft and innocent. Laura's eyes looked huge and brilliant. She managed to tone down her sharp cheekbones so her face looked friendlier and less commanding. The pale pink shade of her lips made them look even softer and smoother than Sarah remembered them from their kiss.

The look showed Sarah how much control Laura gave her. Sarah remembered Laura say she hated always making the decisions and living with doubt. Laura gave Sarah all her trust and Sarah swore she'd never abuse this wonderful gift the way Frank did with her.

Laura walked back to Sarah with the same walk she used before and again her beautiful bouncing tits captivated Sarah. Her mouth went as dry as her pussy was wet. This time when Laura reached for the buttons on Sarah's shirt she let her. Laura's hands trembled and Sarah wondered if it was from fear or anticipation. She had trouble with the first button and Sarah knew it wasn't meant as a seduction when her tongue slipped past her lips. Her eyebrows knitted together and she looked so innocent she begged to be cared for. The button finally slipped through the tight little hole and Laura got a satisfied smirk. She was so endearing in that moment Sarah forgot her lust as a wave of love filled her. 

Laura went to the next button and this time when she fumbled with it the backs of her hands kept brushing Sarah's tits. Each time Laura nudged one of her tits heat flooded Sarah's core. At last Laura moved on to the next button and she must have mastered the skill because they popped right out.

Once Laura had the buttons undone, she pulled the blouse out of Sarah's skirt then dropped to her knees to undo the last buttons. She let the shirt fall open exposing a thin trail of skin starting at Sarah's navel then up between her tits ending at her throat. The air hitting her exposed skin didn't begin to cool Sarah's overheated body. She wanted all her cloths off now and Laura's hands on her. Remembering Frank's self discipline when she knelt in Laura's position helped her stay still.

Laura took her hand and worked on the buttons of her cuff. When it was undone, she brought Sarah's knuckles to her lips and kissed them. Then she went to the other sleeve.

Laura's hands trembled against Sarah's wrist as she manipulated the buttons. Then she stood up and moved behind Sarah to peel the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Laura made sure to hold the fabric so her hands slid across Sarah's arms. The older woman's touch seared Sarah's skin. When the shirt slipped off, Laura took it to the chair with the jacket. She used her sexy walk there and back. Restraint was well and fine, but Sarah couldn't wait much longer.

Laura knelt behind Sarah as she pulled the zipper down then eased the skirt past her hips letting it fall to the floor. Laura caressed Sarah's legs through her pantyhose. Her hands slid up and down the smooth nylon like they were oiled. A second later Sarah smelled her own arousal and knew Laura did too. Did Laura like it? Did Laura know how aroused Sarah got just by looking at her?

Laura stood up but never let her hands leave contact with Sarah's skin. Sarah hid her relief, she feared Laura would keep taking her cloths to the damn chair all the way across the room one article at a time.

Instead, Laura subjected Sarah to a new torment. She ran her hands up across Sarah's ass, over her back then stopped at Sarah's bra clasp. Thank God, thought Sarah. Her bra felt two cups too small. Her tits strained against the fabric and lace, oh god, her nipples ached so good. Instead of taking her bra off Laura slipped a finger from each hand under the strap. Then she ran her fingers along the bottom of her bra until they met in the front. Then she moved them back around to the clasp. Next she slipped her fingers under the shoulder straps and again traced the straps until they reached the cups. Having Laura's hands so close to her tits and not touching them drove Sarah beyond her self-imposed control. "Laura, I'm getting board." She meant to sound nonchalant but her dry mouthed lust drove her voice down to a husky whisper.

Laura matched her husky tone with a husky chuckle. "I'm so sorry. I'll try harder to entertain you."

Sarah regretted her words as soon as she spoke them, they could have hurt Laura's feelings. Thankfully her lover heard the desperation behind the words. Laura ended her torture by unclasping Sarah's bra. At last her tits were free from that damned contraption. Now they needed to be touched. Laura pushed the straps off Sarah's shoulders then pressed her body into Sarah's. She slid the cups off Sarah's tits and replaced the lacy fabric with her palms.

Sarah didn't know what felt better, Laura's hands squeezing the lustful ache out of her tits or Laura's beautiful tits pressed into her back. Laura flattened her hands and pressed Sarah's nipples into her palms and ground her tits against her chest. Sarah's head lulled onto Laura's shoulder as she laced her fingers with the older woman's.

"Am I still boring you, my sweet?" Laura whispered her hot, moist breath straight into Sarah's ear. Her whole body tingled in response. Laura took Sarah's ear lobe between her lips and ran her tongue along the edge. Sarah couldn't think.

"Yes. I'm about to fall asleep. Can't you tell?"

"Then I'll have to try harder." Laura slid her hand down across Sarah's belly. Her hand left a trail of fire across Sarah's sweat slick skin. When she reached Sarah's pantyhose, she fumbled trying to get her hand inside. Once inside the waistband she worked her hand up and down getting closer to Sarah's pussy with each thrust. Laura was almost there and Sarah gasped for breath, pumping her hips like Laura had. Another thrust and Laura's fingers would be on Sarah's clit. She started making guttural sounds deep in her throat.

Laura's fingers slipped into Sarah's wetness and she almost orgasmed. Laura's hand jerked away, like she burnt her fingers. Maybe she had, Sarah's pussy felt ready to burst into flame. Then Sarah realized what happened. Laura touched another woman's sex for the first time. It scared her just like it did Sarah. Much to Sarah's relief it didn't take long for Laura to continue.

Laura's hand slipped back down until she pushed her finger deep into Sarah's cunt and ground her palm against her clit. Sarah writhed against Laura's hand and came almost immediately. She whimpered out Laura's name with each contraction until, at last, she finished. Laura led Sarah to the couch so she could recover.

"Lift your hips up, honey."

Sarah looked down her body and watched Laura try to pull her pantyhose and panties off. It seemed like too much work but Sarah lifted her butt off the couch. Laura stripped her remaining cloths off. Once Sarah was naked Laura stayed on the floor and leaned against Sarah's leg. Sarah panted and her skin began to cool as the sweat dried off her body. She slumped with her legs lewdly spread but couldn't muster the energy to close them. Besides, the way Laura stared at her pussy turned her on.

"I used to want pillow talk after sex with Tom." Laura sighed and ran her hand up and down Sarah's leg. "But right now I don't feel like talking.

"Good." Sarah grabbed Laura's hand and laced their fingers together. The caress wasn't intended to be erotic which made it more so. "I don't think I'd be good at it right now."

"There is something I want to do." Laura pulled her gaze away from Sarah's sex and looked into Sarah's eyes. "I really want to get in bed."

"I happen to have one upstairs." Sarah hoped Laura wanted to get into bed with her. She pushed herself off the couch. Still holding Laura's hand, she led the way to her bed where she slid between the sheets and pulled Laura in next to her.

"I should take my makeup off before I ruin your pillowcases." Laura started to get up but Sarah pulled her back.

"Don't worry about it. I want you here."

Laura hesitated then snuggled next to Sarah.

"Why did you use so much makeup? Not that I'm complaining."

"I planned to kiss you breathless. Tom used to say there was nothing more erotic than kissing a woman with lips slick with lipstick. He loved the way my lipstick made our lips slide against each other. I forgot my plan when you melted against me."

"My husband didn't like kissing with lipstick so I never got to try that." She levered herself up on one elbow so her face was inches above Laura's. "Why don't you show me?"

"I'd love to." Laura reached up and pulled Sarah to her mouth. Feeling Laura's soft lips glide across Sarah's felt as erotic and stimulating as when Laura rubbed her tits. It felt so smooth and wet. Sarah thought she might come from kissing like this alone. It didn't take long for Laura to make her breathless and wet between the legs. Sarah couldn't' remember ever being aroused so often in one night. Then as if Laura read her mind Laura put her fingers between Sarah's legs and deep into her wetness.

"I want to try something." Laura pushed Sarah onto her back then knelt between her legs.

"I'm not sure you should. It might kill me."

"I doubt it, but if you pass out I'll give you mouth to mouth." Laura got down so she had a good view of Sarah's pussy. If Sarah hadn't been wet before that look would have done it. "I've never looked at another woman like this." She licked her lips. "Or touched one like this." Laura parted Sarah's lips with her thumbs then slid them up and down the length of Sarah's sex. Occasionally she dipped her thumbs deep into Sarah's channel to make them slick again. When her thumbs were wet enough she slid them from Sarah's clit down to her anus. She moved slow while Sarah got used to being touched there. Then, as Sarah's pussy became wetter, she moved faster and faster. Then she changed the rhythm letting one thumb move to her ass while the other rubbed her clit. It was too much, the pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. Sarah fisted the sheets and moaned over and over. She couldn't take anymore. "Put your fingers in me!" her hips lurched when Laura slipped two fingers as deep into her as she could reach. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Laura pumped her fingers in and out of Sarah in time with her bucking pelvis until Sarah came apart and convulsed in the best orgasm of her life.

Sarah was completely spent but she managed to muster a smile. She slid her leg along Laura's until she brushed against Laura's hot wet sex. She adjusted herself so her thigh pressed against Laura's sopping pussy.

"Rub yourself against my leg."

"What?" Laura let out a nervous giggle.

"You heard me. I'm too tired to do anything to you but I can feel how horny you are. So rub against my leg."

"I can't, it's too . . . "

Sarah slapped her ass loud enough to make them both jump a little. "Yes you can. Now do it."

Laura bit her lip and looked away but she did it. It didn't take long before she threw her head back and her whole body moved as her overheated sex left a slick path on Sarah's leg. Sarah loved the way Laura's tits bounced against her chest as she rocked her pussy up and down her leg. If Sarah had any energy the sights and sensations would have aroused her again. Soon Laura's body stiffened and she moaned in ecstasy.

Sarah turned out the light and spooned behind Laura. She put her arm around her new lover and held her tit. Just as she drifted to sleep, she thought she head Laura say, "oh, Tom." 

Sarah woke up the next morning alone in her bed.