The mysterious sheik from Dubai who had flirted with the idea of acquiring Laura's company had just as mysteriously retreated from this threat, leaving thousands of anxious employees limp and exhausted, nerves frayed with worry, but relieved.� Still, there was an instant surge of resum� revision in all sectors, and Laura was no exception, furiously polishing her own every day with a new twist or slant on previous employment.� She was determined not to be caught again by surprise, as were her fellow workers, including Rhonda Reardon, who immediately accepted a job with a competitor, based in Milwaukee, and quickly gave notice.

It did not escape Laura's ken that she herself might be elevated to fill Rhonda's now-empty position, and she now spent some time worrying about whether to accept it, if invited.� On the one hand, more money and prestige.� On the other, what if another mysterious sheik swam into view?� Would there be mass exodus and firings?

She was sunk in these troublesome dilemmas when Gail phoned.� "Hey, old lady.� Did you forget about me completely?� Didn't I do it right, or something?"

"Oh, Gail," Laura laughed.� "You were perfect.� I've been thinking of you every day.� We've had . . . a little scare here at work.� Acquisition.� You know.� Everybody's been worried sick."

Gail was a little chastened, as chastened as she could ever be.� She was not a snarky wiseacre like Jane, or even darling Ashley, but she could still be a little prickly and querulous.� "Sorry.� I thought you might like to know that I'm apartment sitting for Emily's boyfriend dorko Larry.� They went to Cancun.� Isn't it nice to have money?� I've never been anywhere."

"What about when I took you to heaven?" Laura teased.

"That doesn't count.� Anyway, we could be alone here.� It's on Twenty-Fourth Avenue and Balboa.� You know where that is?"

"I do know."� She had driven right past it many times when she and Makeeda had fallen in love while Makeeda was house-sitting for her employers in their posh Sea Cliff mansion.� "Are you there right now, or do you need a ride?"

"I took the bus.� The Thirty-One goes right here.� Can you come after work?"

"Better than that.� I can come right now."

It was three p.m.� Rhonda was gone, to Milwaukee.� No work was getting done.� Everyone was hunkering down over his or her computer, emailing head hunters, or searching the Monster board, or giving that resum� just one more little tweak.� She wouldn't be missed.

She reflected, as she was driving out to 'dorko Larry's' apartment, that after her evening, two nights ago, in bed with the twins, she should not be even thinking of sex for days, or even weeks.� They had truly pleasured one another nearly into the hospital.� At the end, when Laura was dressing to leave, Regina, the reluctant one (Gina Loves the Dick), had said wearily to Laura and Frankie: "You know, I've been fucked pretty hard a few times in my day.� Once I even did two guys at the same time.� I couldn't walk for a week.� But I've never been fucked so long and hard, or had so many orgasms, as I have with you two."

Frankie had batted her eyelashes satirically at Laura.� "Wow, Laura, I think we just won the Academy Award."

Laura had to grip the wheel and force herself to think about something else, lest her memories of that night should force her to drive into an abutment or power stanchion.� She could still see swirling, haunting visions of their two delicious naked black bodies writhing against hers, and still hear the clotted cries of ecstasy, and still almost feel the clenching bliss of their climaxes.� Oh god, life is too good, she thought.� I'm going to have to pay for this somehow.�

But not yet.� At the apartment, Gail met her at the door with a smirky, sassy smile, her big blond curly pigtails jutting out on either side of her head; pert and provocative, making everything of her little girl allure.� "Oh god, you make me feel like I'm doing it with a thirteen-year-old," Laura deadpanned as she stepped inside.� "Look at these."� She fluffed one of the large pigtails with her fingers.�

"Oh come on, old lady," Gail scoffed.� "You know you love it.� I'm twenty but I look thirteen.� It gets you off, admit it."

In the back of her mind Laura wondered if it were true.� Gail did have a slender, boyish, almost hipless, adolescent body, though a delectable little rump, and small but lovely breasts.� She was not really a teenager, but still retained the freshness of one, and that certainly didn't detract from her appeal, or her sexual allure.� Laura had wanted to fuck her from the first, and had never bothered to analyze why.� Could it be partially this lovely faux innocence of hers?

"I want to show you something," Gail said, not even shutting the front door but taking Laura's hand and tugging her back out into the corridor.� She shut and locked the door with a key while Laura waited.

"I thought we were staying here."

"In a minute.� Something I want to show you first."� She saw Laura's crestfallen face.� "Are you that horny for this little thirteen-year-old bod?� You can wait.� Don't be so selfish."

Again she tugged Laura toward the stairs.� Moments later they were on the sidewalk, trudging, hand in hand, up the hill to the intersection of 25^th Avenue and Balboa.� Laura felt kind of good about the hand in hand part.� It made a twinge go through her pussy.� This sweet girl likes me and wants me to fuck her, she realized.� But I always have to pay in some way first.� I suppose she's like this with everybody.

The weather was cold, damp, and foggy, typical for a mid-summer day in this neighborhood.� The foghorns were wailing and belching.� Laura loved it.� Evidently Gail did too.� Now that they were at the top of the hill, she pointed in a north-easterly direction.

"See?"

Laura could see a massive, tubular plume of white fog through which the twin red tops of the Golden Gate Bridge towers peeped.� She nodded.� "I've been seeing that all my life," she said.� "I was born here."

"Well, I wasn't!" Gail snapped.� But not with hostility.

"No?� Where were you born?"

"In Fresno.� Fucking dull boring Fresno, can you believe it?� This is wonderful to me.� God, listen to the sound of those foghorns.� When you go to bed at night, they talk to you."

"I know," Laura agreed.� "I love it."

"Me too."� Gail looked out at the huge plume of fog steaming in through the Gate.� "That's the Bridge.� Those two red things."

"I know."

They were still holding hands, Gail pointing with her free hand.� Laura squeezed the one she was holding.� "Let's go back."� She leaned close, almost whispering but raising her voice enough to be heard over the traffic, which as always was thick, fast and loud.� "I can't wait to kiss you."

This time Gail beamed, instead of putting Laura off.� She squeezed Laura's hand back.� "Okay."

Back in the apartment, Laura didn't let her get far.� As soon as the deadbolt was thrown, she grabbed Gail, embraced her, dug her fingers into the girl's marvelous compact bottom through Gail's jeans, and mashed her lips into hers.

"Mmmmm . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmm," they both hummed and hummed as they kissed hungrily.

"God, I love to kiss you," Laura panted as their mouths came apart.

"My romantic Laura," Gail grinned, slipping out of her embrace.� "C'mon, let's go in here and do some more.� We don't have to get to the sweating and groaning part right away, do we?"

They went into the small living room and sat on a black leather sofa together.� Laura grabbed her again and kissed her neck.� Again she plunged her fingers into the round, firm moons of Gail's ass, through her jeans.� "God, honey, you have a great ass."

"God, honey," Gail mimicked her back, "you have a great ass for a white girl."� She stroked Laura's ass too.

"I forgot to bring up my strap-on.� It's still in the car."

"Do we need it?"

"That's entirely up to you, my love.� I could fuck you a hundred different ways."

"I'll bet you could," Gail grinned.� "Do you still want me to take down my pigtails?"

She swished her head back and forth to make them shake.� Laura was enchanted.� "Leave them for a while.� Then take them down later."

"Maybe you better go down to the car and get it before we start . . . you know, getting out of control.� I mean, we don't seem to get together very often.� Maybe we ought to make the most of it."

This was the kind of conversation that made Laura's blood start gushing and roiling through her body.� She really wants the whole nine yards, she told herself.� Darling Gail.� It took you a while to get there, but now you want me to give this marvelous little girlish body a workout, right?

As if to punctuate her last comment, Gail scooted even closer to Laura on the sofa and brushed her lovely lips against Laura's cheek.� "I loved it when you did me in the Casbah with Prentice's big dildo," she whispered.� "It made him so mad.� I got to tease him about it for weeks."

Did you love it because we did it together, or did you love it because you got to taunt Prentice? Laura wondered.� "I don't see why he could be mad," Laura said.� "After all, he didn't want to use it on you.� Why should he object if I did?"

"Prentice is a control freak, I told you.� He wants to be asked permission first.� 'Can I breathe today, Prentice?� Can I have an orgasm today?'� That kind of thing."

"Maybe you should look for other roommates."

"You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find good ones."

Laura shrugged and agreed.� Gail was right.� She had no notion of such things.� "I better go down and get it."

"I'll be waaiiiting!" Gail teased.� "I may be . . . you know . . . like naayyyked!"

Laura hopped off the sofa and went to the front door.� "Be right back."

Down in the street, she only had to walk half a block to her car.� In the trunk, next to the cat carrier she had brought to use in transporting Sammie back to what was becoming Cat Paradise at her and Makeeda's house in Berkeley, she found her little valise containing all her toys.� She snatched it up and was back inside the apartment in under three minutes.

Gail was not naked.� Laura did not know whether to be happy or disappointed.� She looked forward to undressing Gail herself, always such a thrill.� But had Gail been naked, it would have introduced a whole new set of games.� Rape games, Laura called them.� Let me get my hands and my mouth on that gorgeous body and I will make you scream and come unbelievably before you can even draw a second breath.� Those kinds of games.

Gail, however, was not through flirting.� Laura had, by mentioning her pigtails, opened Pandora's box.� Gail was sitting cross-legged, smirky, on the sofa they had been sharing before Laura had popped downstairs to get the goody bag.� She had a very flexible body, clearly the result of her yoga lessons, and had no difficulty contorting herself into weird positions.� In fact, Laura was looking eagerly forward to a few of those contortions.

"I thought you were going to be naked," she said as she turned to again lock the door behind her.

"I decided to make you seduce me.� I think you get a kick out of it.� I'm going to be twelve, and you're going to be a middle aged lady pervert who wants to do me in all the wrong ways.� You have to persuade me."

"Middle aged!" Laura gasped in a fair simulation of outrage.

"Well, if I can be twelve, you can be middle aged," Gail said with a straight face, unflinching at Laura's mock horror.

"You don't look a day under thirteen," Laura said, playing along, being mildly nasty.

"And you want to do evil things to my bod."

"Not evil," Laura approached her from across the room, tossing the goody bag into a nearby chair.� "You might even like it, in fact."� She sat down next to Gail, looking down at her tightly crossed legs, which were nestled under her butt.� "How do you do that?� It looks like it hurts."

"Take off your shoes.� I'll show you."

Laura leaned over and brushed her lips across Gail's cheek, breathing her words instead of speaking them.� "I want to fuck you instead."

She remembered how Audrey, Ashley's sister the nurse, had recently told her how hot it made her to be told that Laura, or anybody, wanted to fuck her.� She had never been so bold with Gail but now wondered if the words might have the same effect, as they frequently did.�

Gail, who was apparently deep into her role, even though she had never teased Laura in this specific way before, pouted.� "You're not supposed to say that," she complained.� "You would never say that to a twelve-year-old.� You're supposed to seduce me, get it?� Try a little subtlety.� You're an older woman.� I'm afraid of you."

Laura playfully stroked and toyed with one of Gail's large pigtails, entwining the strands of blond hair in her fingers.� "I want to twiddle your pigtails and lick your pussy," she murmured.�

Gail giggled softly.� "I'll bet you do."

Laura took Gail's face in both hands and planted another hungry kiss on her fetching mouth.� She frenched her passionately.� "You are a merciless tease," she panted.

"I know," Gail grinned.� "Don't you hate it?� Don't you wish I would just give in?"

By this time Laura had one hand under Gail's thin yellow sweater, stroking her hard smooth waist, raising the hand toward her bra.� "Take this off."

"No."� Gail fake-pouted again, pretending to pull back, but not pulling away very far.

"Please take it off.� I love your body.� I want to kiss it all over."

"Why do you love it so much?" Gail asked, eyes wide and faux innocent.� "Somebody once told me I looked like a boy with tits."

"Oh no," Laura murmured, now using both hands to pull the sweater up, over Gail's bra, to her neck.� "Oh no.� There are many kinds of bodies.� You are as sexy and desirable as any girl I've ever known.� Here, lift your arms so we can get this off."

Gail wore the same simple black bra she had worn when Laura had helped her undress in the Casbah, the first and only time before now when they had done it.� Gail did not resist.� She held her arms up so Laura could pull the sweater over her head.� The big pigtails swayed and swished.� Laura threw the sweater aside and embraced her, kissing her neck, her bare shoulder, her throat, her smooth dark upper chest.

"See . . . I can kiss you now.� Everywhere."

"Not everywhere," Gail squirmed and giggled softly.

"Let's go in the bedroom where I can fuck you to heaven."

"There you go again with that word.� My mother would beat me purple if I ever used that word."

"I'm not your mother," Laura reminded her.

Gail melted a little.� "You sure aren't.� She would beat me purple if she knew you were fucking me, too."

"Oh?� You mean she wouldn't beat me?" Laura asked, reaching behind Gail's back to unclasp her bra.

"She would beat us both."� Gail helped her remove the bra.� Her lovely little breasts were naked now, and Laura cupped them eagerly in her hands.� Gail's eyes suddenly went almost glassy with sexual arousal and clear happiness.� "Maybe we better go in on the bed after all.� This is even better than the Casbah.� We don't have to worry about being interrupted."

"I know," Laura smiled as they both got to their feet.� She couldn't take her eyes off Gail's small, swaying breasts and thick, gleaming black nipples.

"Bring the bag," Gail said brightly as she pranced off toward the back of the apartment.

Laura, who loved the 'topless in jeans' look, stood paralyzed, looking at her.� Quickly she snatched up the small bag from the chair and followed her.� Gail was pulling down the bedspread and the blanket when Laura came up behind her, running her hands and her lips all over her sinuous naked back.

"Oooohhhh, you're giving me the shivers!" Gail laughed, turning, catching Laura's mouth with her own, teasing Laura with her tongue.� "Hurry," she panted against Laura's teeth.� "I never want to fuck so much as I do with you.� I mean, I want it bad.� And fast."

Music to my ears, darling, Laura thought.� Still standing and kissing her beside the bed, Laura slid her mouth down Gail's body and siphoned up one of her delicious young breasts into her mouth for the first time in weeks.� Oh god, I think I could die happy this instant! she thought, sucking it thirstily.�

"Ohnnnggg!" Gail yelped softly, looking down at her breast disappearing into Laura's mouth.� "God, you always suck so hard!"

"You don't like it?"

"I love it!� Do it again.� Do the other one just as hard."

"Here, let's get the rest of these clothes off first," Laura panted, quickly slipping out of her own as fast as she could.�

Gail still wore her jeans.� She was watching Laura, the way Laura watched her.� "I like your body, too," she murmured softly.� "You're so . . . beautiful.� Like a model or something."

Laura smiled at her.� And when have you made love with a model, sweetie pie?� It took everything I could manage to get you into the sack.� Or the Casbah.� This time when she grabbed her and pulled her close, they were both nearly naked, Laura completely, Gail from the waist up.� There was nothing like the feel of their smooth, warm skin sliding together.� Gail unzipped her jeans and slipped out of them, and Laura skimmed off her panties, while they were still kissing.� Now they were both naked.

They fluidly slid onto the bed and Laura quickly tried to swallow Gail's other sweet breast, the one Gail had asked her to suck, the 'other' one.�

"Unnn . . . unnnggg . . . unnnnn!" Gail beat her elbows against the mattress as Laura devoured it.� "Oh yes!� Yes!� Suck harder!"

"You really like that, don't you."

"I love it.� You better put that thing on, though."� She glanced toward the bag.� "I want you to do me quick.� God, I'm so wet."

Laura slipped into the strap-on harness as fast as she could, cinching it tight.� Though their sexual experience together was limited, she couldn't recall having seen Gail so hot for it.� The girl was also a 'slow builder,' who took some time getting to the pinnacle, at least in their last (and first) encounter.� And so this feverish urgency was a welcome surprise.

Gail was on her back, waiting for Laura, squeezing and twisting her own pretty breasts, and pulling her gleaming black nipples, the nipples that Laura wanted to swallow.� She slipped between Gail's spread thighs, unable to resist bending down again, scooping Gail's small breasts up in both hands and hurriedly sucking them again while she had the chance.� "I can never get enough," she panted to Gail, slurping and devouring them.

Gail said nothing but winced in happy sexual abandon, running her hands down Laura's body to the bobbing dildo jutting up from Laura's groin.� "Oh god, you have a big dick," she giggled.� "Put it in me.� Quick."

"Your wish is my command, my darling," Laura purred, with one hand guiding the bulbous head of the dildo into the girl's open, frothing pussy, slowly pushing it in with the force of her pelvis, deep, deep, watching Gail's face transfixed with an intense sexual seizure as the hard shaft penetrated her.

"Ummnnnmmmnnn!" she half-groaned, wincing again, but not with pain, instead fierce pleasure.� "Oh shit."

"Is that good?" Laura murmured against her cheek, embracing her so that their naked bodies touched in every possible place.� She could feel Gail's small, slackened breasts and hard nipples against hers.

"Oh god, Laura."

"Now . . . I want you to give me your orgasm," Laura murmured to her softly as she began to move the dildo slowly in and out of Gail's pussy.� "It's mine . . . and I want it.� I want your orgasm.� I want you to scream it in my ear.� Okay?"

Gail bit her lower lip and nodded, grimacing as the long stalk slid deep into her body.� She was a tiny thing, and Laura had no idea how much she could take, though experience had taught her that petite girls often had, for some reason, very deep vaginas and could take a lot.� Also, Gail's facial expressions included an habitual small wince that didn't seem to be caused by pain or discomfort but instead by deep, piercing pleasure.� It was hard to tell if you were hurting her or not, and since she now began to squirm and pant and whimper and buck under Laura, Laura had to assume she was in the throes of a very considerable sexual urgency.

On the other hand, Gail did not come quickly.� She had warned Laura of it last time, and so Laura was fully prepared for a sweet and lengthy tussle here, bringing her along slowly until there was no denying the ultimate.�

"Ohhhhh . . ." Gail moaned.� "It's so big!� So big!"

Laura eased up a little.� "Is it hurting you?" she murmured, kissing Gail's ear as she spoke into it, kissing her warm dark brown neck, kissing her shoulder, sliding her mouth again down to one lovely young breast.

"No.� Unnngggmmm!� Oh!� Do that again!� Not hard . . . but just slide it in deep like that.� Ohhhhhhh!"

Her body trembled under Laura, and she bit her lower lip again.� "Like that?" Laura asked.

"Oh . . . yessssss!� Oh shit, Laura, I love it . . . I love it."

For the ensuing several minutes�Laura had no idea how long, but it was much longer than usually happened when a girl was this aroused�it was just sweet, sensual, slow, intimate, and tender fucking.� Laura held her and slid the dildo slowly in and out of her body, feeling, as she suspected Gail felt too, more closely united and in harmony in their two bodies than they had ever felt up until now.� She could feel Gail's body's progress, feel her smooth muscles grow more tense as the minutes passed, hear her breath quicken, hear the hot, passionate gurgling in her throat, feel the soft clawing of her fingernails into her own back.

"Anngghhhh!" Gail suddenly groaned, after a long period of fairly silent undulating under Laura's gentle thrusting.� "Oh!"

Her pace quickened.� She churned her pelvis more excitedly.� "Oh honey," Laura purred to her.� "Are you closer?� Are you getting close?"

"Oh god!� Yes!"

This Laura took for her clue to bring on the hot finish.� She began fucking Gail faster, and a little harder too, plunging the dildo deeper into her pussy, holding the base of it with one hand to make sure it didn't slip out, watching Gail's happy wincing and listening carefully to her keening cries, eager to catch the little yelp that would signify a final, inevitable spasm.

"Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . ." she cooed to her, pumping her more vigorously now, and still kissing her lovely young body everywhere.

"Oh!" Gail gasped.� "Oh!� Oh . . . shit!� Ungghhh!"

"Yes . . . honey . . ." Laura purred, now even riding Gail's ass up off the mattress with her fierce strokes, knowing that the moment was imminent.

Suddenly, Gail's whole churning body seemed to curl and twist like a spring under Laura.� The tiny yelp Laura was waiting for caught itself in her throat.

"Uurrrnngghh!� Oh!"

And she began to come in waves, sharp, shuddering waves.� Laura held her and stopped thrusting.� She crushed Gail's quivering body to hers as the girl erupted in clenching spasms, silent spasms, punctuated only by her little mewling moans.

"Mnnnuunngg!� Ohhmmnngg!� Ummmm!"

Let it out, honey! Laura thought.� Scream.� No one will hear you.

But Gail did not scream.� She continued chuffing and mewling, as the waves of her orgasm grew longer and gentler, as the soft wheezing of her intense pleasure gave way to deep sighs.� Laura knew it had not lasted very long, but it seemed longer to both of them as Gail continued to undulate, then twitch and quiver, through several more waves of spasms, her breath short and loud, her mewlings turning into soft, barely audible sighs, her eyes tightly shut as she floated through this bliss.

Finally, she blinked and opened her eyes and smiled up at Laura.� "You make me come different every time," she half-croaked.� Then she laughed out loud, a sudden eruption of happy, explosive laughter.� "God, I thought my body was going to blow up."

Laura slowly pulled the dildo out of Gail's pussy, watching her adorable little winces as it exited her body.� Pulling back like this made her large pigtails visible again, and Laura had a sudden flash of guilt, as if she were actually fucking a thirteen-year-old after all, and bringing her this deep, stirring sexual pleasure.� She reached over and flicked one pigtail affectionately with her fingers.

"Take these down," she smiled.� "You're making me feel like a pervert or a child molester."

Gail made a fetching adolescent moue at her.� "You love it.� How many little girls have you fucked?� Bet I'm the first one, right?"

"You come like a grown woman," Laura reminded her.

She divested herself of the strap-on apparatus by pushing it to the end of the bed, and they cuddled happily under the sheet for a long time, dozing, kissing, rubbing their flesh together.� "This is fun," Gail said.� "You know, I've had several boyfriends, but I could never cuddle with them like this.� The studs always want to fuck you again right away, and the other ones want to check their email or shoot hoops or something.� Weird.� Why wouldn't they want to do this?� Like, kiss? �And whisper to each other?� And listen to the fog horns?"

"You've got me," Laura agreed.� Few things were more pleasurable than cuddling under the sheet with Gail and listening to the fog horns.� Although Laura had to confess to herself that she was a little like the 'studs,' contemplating how she was again to going fuck this marvelous quirky girl to next November and back in just a few more minutes.�

After a while Gail, full of adventurous enthusiasm, insisted on learning to use the strap-on herself, on Laura.� It was an episode of giggles and happy tussling, nothing like the solemn sex of their earlier couplings, and it resulted in a quite exultant and loud orgasm for Laura, who still nevertheless felt a little guilty, this time as she stared up instead of down at the adorably cute girl and her large, bobbing pigtails.

"Fucking a little girl was never as much fun as this," she murmured to Gail as they cuddled again, temporarily satiated, under the sheets.�

"You're just saying that to make me feel good," Gail squinted.

"Tell me about growing up in Fresno," Laura kissed her cheek and smooth dark brown neck.� "I didn't think any blacks lived in Fresno.� All lily white Republicans."

"Boy, you got that right.� On the other hand, they all felt like they had to bend over backwards to be extra nice to me, just to show that they weren't dumb ass crackers.� Plus," she squinted playfully at Laura and waggled her head to make her huge pigtails sway and fluff out, "they all just wanted to fuck me to death.� Really."

"I can imagine," Laura smiled and kissed her some more, her lips heading down again toward those sweet little breasts.

"Even some of the girls, I guess," Gail said, almost wistfully.� "I never realized how many chicks wanted to fuck me until I got to San Francisco.� First all those lesbians following me around the store.� Then you."

"Uh oh," Laura teased her.� "I'm the culprit, am I?� Did I seduce and corrupt you?"

"You did!" Gail pinched her thigh.� "You made me like it!� Before you I was a normal heterosexual adorable little cutie, and you've turned me into a lesbo pervert.� God, Laura, thanks!"

She thereupon kissed Laura passionately on the mouth and mashed her naked breasts into Laura's deliberately.� Laura of course kissed back hungrily.

"I think I'm ready for another lesson," Gail said brightly.

"Mmmmm, me too," Laura purred, filling her hands with the girl's lovely little breasts.

"You know," Gail said, with a sprightly tilt of her head, "since you got me going in this direction, I found a web site on my laptop that showed girls fucking by putting their pussies together.� Have you ever done that?"

"Oh, a few times," Laura said with a deadpan killer stare.

"Sorry.� Of course you have.� So.� Maybe that can be my next lesson."

Laura swarmed happily all over her delicious young body.� "Sounds like a plan," she purred, taking one of Gail's ears inside her mouth and drilling her tongue into it.�

Gail squealed and laughed, quivering and writhing against Laura.� "I think if you fuck me now I will come in five seconds," she panted.

But of course it was not to be.� Gail would probably not climax quickly under any circumstances, but Laura did not find that in any way disconcerting since the journey, to her, was nine-tenths of the pleasure.� She again filled her gluttonous mouth with Gail's thick, pulpy black nipples, one at a time, lip-mauling them and sucking so voraciously that Gail was soon whimpering and gasping, her fingers digging into Laura's back.

"Oh god, yes!" she panted excitedly.

After a minute or so of this Laura had to release them and move on, fearful that she would make Gail's pretty breasts sore by her feverish love assault.� She bent enthusiastically to her task, sliding one leg under one of Gail's and maneuvering their bodies so that her crotch pushed into Gail's.� The girl had a small, tight-lipped pussy, the exact opposite, for example, of Nyomi's extravagantly petalled large black blossom, and so bringing their swollen vulva together was a slightly more challenging task.� But Laura was motivated.�

Her fingers did their magic, and soon Gail's tight outer lips were parted and the warm, gooey, raw, wet meat of her cunt came into direct contact with Laura's.� The sensation, as usual, was electrifying.�

"Oh shit . . . yes!" Gail gasped again.� "God, that feels wonderful!"

She was on her back, with Laura perpendicular to her, slowly rubbing her cunt into Gail's while holding Gail's thigh loosely between her arms.� She bent forward and down to kiss her.� "This will be where your yoga flexibility comes in," she panted, already very aroused by the feel of Gail's wet pussy grinding into her own.

"I knew . . . it had to be good . . . for something . . ." Gail panted back to her, grinning a little bit and swirling her hips to push her pussy harder into Laura's.� "Oh god, it feels so good!"

"Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . . honey," Laura panted, falling into a smooth rhythm of gentle pumping, knowing it would take several minutes to bring Gail along to a higher peak.

Some tribbing could be rough and quick and almost violent, ending in a fierce explosion, but some could be the opposite: a slow, simmering crescendo, a gentle rocking rhythm, and a lot of kissing and sensual squirming, culminating in wondrous blooming hot clouds of sweet coming.� This was, Laura figured, the way it was going to be for Gail, and she did her best to manage their journey, fondling Gail's lovely little breasts and occasionally bending to kiss and suck them, nuzzling her neck and again frenching her ear as they drew closer to the pinnacle, gauging Gail's sexual tension, and picking up the pace when she knew it was increasing.

For a long period Gail succumbed to this rhythm, saying nothing, merely panting and swirling her pelvis up into Laura's gentle thrusting.� Finally, her eyes caught Laura's, a little glassy and dilated, pulsing, full of sexual throbbing that Laura clearly recognized as a signal of her closeness to a final spasm.� And yet, she didn't come, or show any sign yet of actually arriving.

Finally, she broke her silence.� Still staring wondrously into Laura's eyes, she said softly, "I love it, Laura.� But I don't think I can come this way."

Laura smiled and caressed her face, still rocking gently against her, pushing her own pussy into Gail's.� "Nothing wrong with that," she murmured, reassuringly.� "Different strokes for different folks, right?� As they used to say back in the day."

"You know . . . that first time you did me?� In the Casbah?� With your mouth and your fingers?"

Laura nodded.

"God, I came so hard."

"Want me to do it again?"

"Yes," Gail nodded.� "I'm really . . . very close."

"I know," Laura smiled again, quickly disentangling their legs and sliding down between Gail's silky brown, very lean thighs.� "Mmmmm, you have the prettiest little pussy."

Gail leaned back and groaned softly as Laura began to work her magic again.� "Unngghhh!� Oh!"

"Just work with me now, honey," Laura murmured to her, parting Gail's pussy lips with her fingers and slipping her tongue into the tangy, wet slit. �"We're going to have you there in seconds.� Give it to Mama.� Come on . . . just give it to me.� There you go . . . there you go . . ."

In only seconds Gail, who was indeed very close, began churning and bucking more and more wildly.� She began twisting her small breasts in her fingers, and pulling her nipples, and gasping uncontrollably.

"Unh!� Unh!� Oh . . . shit!� Unh!"

"Yes!� Yes!" Laura encouraged her.�

She stabbed her tongue deep into Gail's warm wet pussy, and licked her distended clit aggressively, finally sucking it insistently, meanwhile probing the girl's tight, greasy sleeve with her two fingers, hoping to find the magic button, but knowing Gail would come anyway in seconds.�

"Oh!� Oh!� Oh Laura!" Gail whimpered.� "Oh god!� Oh god!"

"Yes!"

"Auungghhh!" Gail roared, suddenly twisting her flexible young body into pretzels, it seemed, flipping and surging off the mattress as a fierce climax gripped her.� "Auungghhh!� Nnnmmggeeee!� Oh!� Ungghh!� Oh!"

It was a thrashing, flailing, whooping orgasm, unlike any Gail had yet had in Laura's arms, and it seemed to go on longer too, the sharp spasms finally beginning to die away after about half a minute of writhing and groaning.� Gail, collapsing and panting in the aftermath, seemed overwhelmed by it.� She squinted and blinked at Laura.

But she didn't say anything.� Instead, she seemed to be still reeling from the sweet shock of it.� She closed her eyes and seemed sunk in a semi-swoon for a long period.� Then she opened them, finding Laura still kissing her naked body, kissing her way up Gail's smooth flesh to her breasts, to her throat, to her cheek, her mouth.� They kissed romantically, and embraced now almost passionately.

"I think I came harder then than the first time," Gail croaked softly.� "I mean the time in the Casbah."

"I think you did too.� You were so beautiful.� It must've felt good."

"It felt like I was exploding and melting all at the same time," Gail said with wonder.� "I don't think I ever came so hard."

"Well . . . now you have," Laura smiled, cuddling with her, pulling up the sheet.� "Let's doze and listen to the fog horns talking to us again.� It's nice to be here with you, Gail."

"I'd feel lonely if you left," Gail said, almost plaintively, staring up at the ceiling.� "After that.� It was so good."

"Don't worry.� I'm not going anywhere," Laura said, but she knew she couldn't stay too long.� She had agreed to stop by Frankie's on the way home to pick up Sammie.� She was now the mother of three cats, who needed to eat and be scratched on their tummies.�

"I'm going to make you come like that too," Gail said, very seriously.� "After I rest a minute.� I promise.� I'm going to get good at this."

Laura nuzzled her under the ear.� It was part of Gail's charm that she would approach fucking just like she had approached yoga.� "I'll bet you are.� Now . . . take these pigtails down before I drive to the nearest police station and turn myself in."