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     Chapter 289
     
     
     
     
     Laura and Sara, for their habitual Friday evening
dinner out, decided to try a trendy place in the Hayes
Valley neighborhood called Bistro Rondine.  Since Sara's
mention of the attractive nurse who wanted to get friendlier
with her, they had never so much as flirted with the subject
again.  Laura had kept a judicious and aloof silence, as if
she were above it all, mainly to keep herself from hurting
over it, and Sara had simply acted as if the conversation
had never happened.
     
     Laura had no idea whether they had slept together yet
or not.  Sara gave no clue, and Laura did not want to know
anyway.  Part of her was dying to ask, and even to hear the
details, as if skewering the jagged knife deeper into her
heart would make her understand and accept it better.  The
better part of her, however, was sensible and kept repeating
to herself that she was no saint either.
     
     The hostess at Bistro Rondine was a rather plain-
looking black woman-or so Laura thought at first-with
however a very attractive figure.  She wore a severe black
sheath dress that was anything but revealing; rather,
elegant and chic.  But you could tell somehow what was
underneath it, and Laura had to control her eyes so that
Sara wouldn't notice and make a telling comment, concealed
by a deceptively funny face.
     
     This was not easy to do since the bistro was very busy,
catering to young professionals who were capping off the
week with raucous and heavily attended dinner parties.  The
hostess hurried back and forth seating people and summoning
waiters, though she never looked rushed herself but always
calm and controlled.  However, she had noticed Laura
looking, and now and then as she passed somewhere in the
room her eyes would flit to Laura's.  Their gazes would
catch, if only for a micro-second, not enough for anyone
else to notice.  But each time in this instant there was a
quick flash of connection, an odd and exciting recognition,
even an instantaneous flame up that made Laura squirm in her
seat and made the hostess quickly turn her glance away.
     
     The woman's eyes were light hazel, which somehow to
Laura made her gaze even more electrifying.  They were not
as pale as Shontay's eyes-and the woman was not light-
skinned either, not like Shontay but darker, the same color
as Sara-but they were still not dark brown or black, and
they seemed to glow with a sad, haunted aura, which however
was so fleeting that Laura wondered if she were imagining
it.
     
     The woman's face seemed plain until you looked at it a
little harder, which Laura was loath to do but managed to
find a stray minute for when Sara briefly went to the
restroom.  She had a fine, straight nose and a high
forehead, and a mouth that somehow looked as sad as her
eyes.  Maybe I'm just imagining it, Laura thought again.
Maybe I'm just romanticizing her, making her look haunting
and desolate and unattainable.  Maybe I should just cut it
the fuck out since I'm having dinner here with the love of
my life, even though she wants to let somebody else kiss
that beautiful pussy I love so much.
     
     Both she and the hostess finally seemed to realize that
what they were doing was dangerous, for Laura never saw her
again until she and Sara paid and left, when she glimpsed
her helping an arriving party.  Their eyes did not meet.
     
     But Laura did not forget her.  She and Sara spent a
marvelous weekend together, and Laura put both Sara's
impending affair (if it hadn't already been consummated) and
the hostess at Bistro Rondine completely out of her mind.
But on Monday morning she began thinking about the woman in
the black sheath and could not stop.  I've got to meet her,
she thought.  I . . . I shouldn't be feeling this way about
a complete stranger, but there was something there.  When we
caught each other's eyes.  Something really magnetic.
     
     During her lunch hour she actually drove over to Bistro
Rondine, not knowing what she actually expected herself to
do.  As usual, there was no place to park anyway.  Then she
realized that the hostess worked in the evening and would
not be there at this time.  Glumly, she returned to work,
but at six o'clock she was there again, desperately circling
the blocks for a parking space.
     
     When she slipped inside the restaurant door, and though
it was only six-thirty, she noticed the woman dealing with a
dinner party that had preceded Laura.  She wore the same
black sheath dress she had worn on Friday night, or an
identical mate.  The woman's eyes shot to her, and she and
Laura instantly took up where they had left off, the
electrical current between them shocking and sudden.  The
woman turned back to her dinner party.  Laura, flustered,
turned away as if not to be conspicuous.  At the same time,
she found herself removing her earrings, dropping one in her
handbag.
     
     It seemed like an eternity until the woman returned.
Laura rehearsed to herself what she would say.  She only had
to wait about two minutes.  The hostess reappeared, coming
from a different angle, surprising Laura.
     
     "May I help you?"
     
     Laura's head whipped around.  "Oh . . . yes."  She
extended her hand.  "Laura Robbins."
     
     The woman smiled mysteriously and shook Laura's hand.
"Makeeda Williams."
     
     "I . . . I was here for dinner on  Friday night, and
I-"
     
     "I remember," Makeeda said, with a knowing look, as if
to say, We flirted, we made eye contact across the room, it
was exciting, don't you remember?
     
     Laura self-consciously plucked at her earlobe.  She
realized that she was blushing and tried to fight it back.
"I think I . . . well, lost one of my earrings.  I was
wondering if you . . . you know, found one?"
     
     A broad, but not unfriendly, smirk crossed Makeeda's
face, which did not seem at all plain when you were talking
with her.  Instead, it was animated and expressive, though
still tinged, Laura thought, by the faint wisp of sadness or
melancholy that she thought she had seen there from the
start.
     
     "Found one?" she said.  "How about five or six?  I
usually have a tray full of those after a weekend."  She
smiled even more warmly now.  "Wait a minute, I'll get it
for you and you can look through them."
     
     Laura grinned and nodded.  Like an idiot, she thought.
She couldn't keep her eyes from falling to Makeeda's
splendid dark muscular calves as the woman walked way to get
the lost earrings.  Since she was making this up as she went
along, she realized she didn't know what to do next.  Her
earring would not be on the tray.
     
     "Here it is," Makeeda said, returning with a small tray
on which were assorted pieces of jewelry.  "One rule,
though.  I can't let you have it unless you can show me the
mate.  Otherwise, we spend hours settling whose earring
belongs to whom."
     
     "I can imagine," Laura smiled, looking briefly but
deeply into her fascinating hazel eyes, trying to
communicate the depth of her desire to know Makeeda much
better.
     
     Makeeda had to seat other newcomers and left her with
the tray.  While she was gone, Laura thought with desperate
speed.  She still had one of her earrings concealed in her
palm.  With a discreet motion, she dropped it on a chair at
the corner of the bar, which was directly adjacent to the
hostess's podium.  Then she adroitly readjusted the chair so
that it was in the shadows, and the earring was not visible.
She finished doing all this just as Makeeda returned.
     
     "Find it?" she asked Laura, looking at the tray, which
Laura still held in one hand.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Not there."
     
     Makeeda looked up at her as if to say, Well, we knew it
wouldn't be, didn't we.  "I guess it didn't turn up," she
said.  "Look, if anything else shows up, I'll give you a
call.  Was it expensive?  I mean, some girls wear diamond
earrings here.  Lucky them.  Wouldn't want to lose something
like that."
     
     Laura shook her head again.  "Not expensive.  Just
sentimental value, I guess you could say."  She rummaged in
her handbag for her business cards.  Quickly, borrowing
Makeeda's pen, she scribbled her home number on the back.
"Can you call me if you find it?"
     
     Makeeda's interesting face went solemn and serious
suddenly, out of proportion to her reply.  "It would be my
pleasure, Laura.  I will certainly call you if we find it."
     
     Laura was somehow paralyzed by this response.  She
realized that both she and Makeeda wished they could stand
here talking like this for the rest of the evening.  But
Makeeda had to work . . . and Laura had to vanish.  She
wanted to say, Why don't you just call me anyway? but did
not dare.
     
     "Okay, then," she said.  "Thanks so much.  See you."
     
     Makeeda smiled in a very slow, sensual way and nodded
back.  "See you."
     
     Laura floated down the street and back to her car.
True, she had absolutely no reason to believe this would
turn out well.  They might not find the earring.  Another
diner might find it.   It might get kicked under a carpet,
or thrown out.  But she has your phone number, Laura thought
giddily.  If she wants to call, she'll find a way.  And
something tells me she's as interested as I am.  Laura
hummed all the way home, trying not to think of all the
factors that could make it unlikely for her ever to see
Makeeda again.
     
     Unfortunately, there were many factors, and after a
night passed, Laura began to believe the contrary, that
Makeeda would not call her.  I was too obvious, she accused
herself.  She could see in my eyes that I wanted her.  Maybe
she's not even a lesbian but just enjoys being attractive to
everyone.  But Laura knew this couldn't be true.  She had
experienced their long-range, furtive flirtation on Friday
night.  You couldn't mistake that.
     
     When Makeeda did call, late the next afternoon, Laura
nearly jumped out of her skin, hearing her voice.  Makeeda
was very stiff and formal.
     
     "Is this Laura Robbins?"
     
     "Yes . . . it is.  Yes, it's me!" Laura stammered,
recognizing her voice.  Usually she answered the phone with
her name, but somehow this time she had lazily reached for
it, being involved in something else at her desk.
     
     "This is Makeeda Williams.  Remember me?  From Bistro
Rondine?"
     
     Oh god, yes, I remember you! Laura wanted to shout into
the receiver with glee.  Instead, she said 'yes' politely.
"Yes."
     
     "I think we found your earring.  It was in the bar.
Did you go in the bar when you were there Friday?"
     
     "Let me think," Laura pretended.  "Oh, yes.  I think we
did . . . for a minute or two.  While we were waiting."
     
     "Well, this is probably it, but I can't be sure.  You
want to drop by and pick it up?"
     
     Laura looked at her watch.  "How about half an hour?"
     
     "Fine. The earring will be there.  Unfortunately, I
won't.  It's my day off."
     
     "Oh."  Laura couldn't keep the disappointment-more like
the huge dismay-out of her voice.  "I guess . . . I was just
looking forward to . . . seeing you.  You've been so nice."
     
     There was a deep pause at the other end of the phone
line.  "Maybe we should just drop the formalities," Makeeda
finally said.  "What do you think?  I was sort of looking
forward to seeing you too."
     
     Laura felt light-headed.  She nearly had a stroke from
an overload of happiness.  "Really?"
     
     "You know, I'm house sitting for some friends.  They
have this big expensive house in Sea Cliff.  It's right near
Baker Beach.  Do you know where that is?"
     
     "Are you kidding?  I drive down there all the time to
watch the sunset.  I love watching the fog bank roll in when
it just engulfs the bridge, and the foghorns are all going.
Don't you love that?"
     
     Makeeda seemed to smile on the other end.  "It sounds
like we go there for the same reasons.  Look, maybe when you
get off work . . ."
     
     "I'll be there by six.  Is that convenient for you?"
     
     "I'm looking forward to it, Laura," Makeeda said
warmly.  "See you then."
     
     Even on warmish summer days the fog would soon begin to
roll in, and by the time Laura arrived at Baker Beach it was
beginning to push in huge, swirling gray billows and huge
puffed wads through the Golden Gate, its tendrils embracing
the beautiful red bridge.  The long, loud, melancholy
foghorns, each one different in timbre and pitch, were
bellowing already to each other.
     
     She had no idea what kind of car Makeeda would be
driving, and there were two parking lots at the beach, so
that she had to park in one and look around, then move to
the other one since she had not spotted Makeeda yet.  It was
Makeeda who spotted her.  She was wearing dark pants and a
white angora turtleneck sweater, and she waved at Laura from
the edge of the parking lot, where it met the sand.  Laura,
as she parked and got out of her car, found herself
wondering how she could ever have believed this woman was
plain.  Makeeda suddenly looked stunning to her, with a
sharp, fascinating face, her dark brown skin set off to
perfection by the white angora.
     
     Also, while the sheath dress she wore at the restaurant
did not accentuate her figure but did not conceal it either,
Makeeda's incredible body was now even more apparent in the
pants and sweater.  God, she's one of those women with
perfect proportions, Laura thought as she walked toward her.
Tiny waist, luscious hard bottom, jutting breasts, perfect
proportions.
     
     As she got closer to Makeeda, she made sure her eyes
were not focusing on the girl's terrific hard body.  She
probably gets more than enough of that, Laura thought.  She
thought it was so unseemly of her, or would be, to appear
sexually interested in any way.  After all, they eventually
might wind up together in bed.  That would not be a shocker.
And yet it seemed so coarse and forward and arrogant to
assume it.  You will keep your eyes to yourself.  This is
just a nice, pleasant evening meeting with a potential
friend, nothing to get your pussy in a lather about.
     
     "Hi," Laura smiled as she reached Makeeda.
     
     "Hello, Laura," Makeeda smiled back, a warm, welcoming
smile, much softer and friendlier than any expression Laura
had ever yet seen cross her face.  Her hazel eyes were
deliciously promising.  "I'm so glad you could come."
     
     "I wouldn't have missed it," Laura said, looking past
Makeeda's shoulder at the spectacular sight of the huge fog
bank steaming through the Gate.  "Look at that."
     
     Makeeda glanced back over her shoulder, then back at
Laura.  "I know.  I can never get over it.  Sometimes I just
sit here for hours watching it, or waiting for it to
happen."
     
     "Let's go down there and walk along the water."
     
     Makeeda nodded.  "We can leave our shoes in my car."
She indicated a faded red Toyota, about twelve years old,
parked closer than Laura's car.
     
     There were few other people at the beach: some Filipino
fishermen at one end, a couple of young kids splashing in
the tide, watched over by their mother.  Laura and Makeeda
strolled barefoot at the shore's edge, toward the bridge.
They didn't speak but let the fresh salt air blow through
them.
     
     "Did you get the earring back?" Makeeda finally asked,
idly.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Are you kidding?  I drove
straight here.  Didn't want to miss this."
     
     Makeeda smiled.  They walked a little further in
silence, listening to the moan of the foghorns.  "Tell me
about . . . you know, you and the girl you were with.  I
don't mean to pry.  But you and she seemed pretty happy and
comfortable together.  Like you've been together a while."
     
     Laura nodded.  "True.  About a year, I think.  We're
pretty close."
     
     The same stricken, haunted look that Laura had seen
once or twice in Makeeda's eyes returned briefly.  But she
quickly hid it.  "That's so nice.  It was kind of touching
to watch."
     
     If it was so touching, Laura thought, you must have
wondered why I was secretly flirting with you every time you
passed by.  "What about you?" Laura asked.  "You involved?"
     
     Makeeda quickly shook her head.  Her black hair was
thick and coarse, and was being whipped by the wind.  Her
startling hazel eyes clouded up briefly, not with tears but
emotion.  "Was," she said, so softly that the wind nearly
blew the word away before Laura could hear it.  Then she
looked out over the ocean.
     
     Laura realized this was not something she should press.
There was plenty of pain evident in Makeeda's face.
     
     "Tell me about your name.  Makeeda.  What a beautiful
name.  Does it mean anything?"
     
     Makeeda shook her head again.  She smiled wryly.  "It's
not my real name.  I just picked it out of a magazine.
Stage name.  My real name is Cynthia.  Cynthia Brickus."
     
     "Why did you change it?   Cynthia seems like a pretty
name to me.  In fact, I think I'll call you Cynthia.  Just
to be different."
     
     Makeeda glared at her but then smiled.  "I wish you
wouldn't.  I changed it for a purpose."
     
     "I know.  You said stage name.  What does that mean.
Are you an actress?"
     
     Makeeda shook her head.  "Jazz singer."
     
     Laura's heart leapt.  "Oh god, you're kidding.  I love
jazz.  But I never heard your name."
     
     Makeeda smiled again grimly.  "Not an easy business to
break into.  But I'm doing it . . . gradually.  Lots of hard
work.  Starvation.  Maybe a few breaks, if you're lucky.
That's why I work at Rondine.  To support myself while I'm
trying to break into the business.  I know the owners, and
they're pretty supportive. They believe in me.  In fact,
they're the ones who own this house I'm sitting for them."
She pointed up to the cliffs ahead of them, where expensive
houses were perched, houses Laura had been awed by many
times in past walks here.  "See it . . . it's . . . yes,
that one.  The one with the red tile roof and all the
shining windows."
     
     But Laura was not to be distracted.  "Tell me why
Cynthia Brickus is not a perfectly fine name for a jazz
singer."
     
     Makeeda smiled wryly.  "Let me tell you how Brickus is
spelled.  B R I C K H O U S E.  Brick house.  Have you ever
heard the expression 'built like a brick shit house'?"
     
     Laura smiled.  "I think my uncle used to use it now and
then when he saw a good looking woman.  But only when he
thought there were no kids around like me to hear him."
     
     "Exactly."  Makeeda stopped walking and stepped back a
little from Laura.  She made a gesture with both hands,
sweeping them up and down her spectacular tight body.  "Not
bragging, but imagine the jokes that would be made if
'Cynthia Brick House' were appearing at the Plush Room, or
Yoshi's.  No thanks.  So long, Cynthia.  Now appearing:
Makeeda Williams."  They resumed walking.  "Simple . . . but
with a touch of the exotic African.  Perfect."
     
     Laura smiled and nodded.  "I agree.  Now that you
explain it."  I wouldn't be ashamed of that body, though,
she wanted to add.  People would kill to have a body like
that, me included.
     
     They were alone now at the far north end of the beach,
having left the few other people far behind.  "So . . . sing
something for me," Laura asked.  "Something that's your
specialty."
     
     Makeeda laughed, both flattered and embarrassed, then
shook her head, patting down her thick hair, which was
whipping about.  "Terrible place to sing.  The wind just
sucks up the sound and you can't even hear yourself."
     
     Laura let her disappointment show.  "Let's go back to
our cars.  You can do it there."
     
     Makeeda looked quizzically at her.  "Why do you want to
hear me sing?" she suddenly asked bluntly.
     
     "I like you.  I love jazz.  I love singing.  I sing in
the shower . . . or in the car.  I'll bet some of the stuff
you sing is the stuff I sing in the shower.  Except you're
good.  I know you are.  I want to hear it."
     
     "How do you know I am?  Good, I mean?"  Makeeda could
not stop grinning and laughing softly.
     
     "I would bet anything you are good," Laura said,
solemnly, looking her directly in her beautiful odd hazel
eyes and trying to keep the sex out of it for once.  "Very
good."
     
     Makeeda appeared to consider it.  Then she relented.
"Look, the house on the cliff over there has a grand piano
in it.  I don't play well, but a guy taught me how to use
spread chords to accompany myself.  Why don't you come back
for a few minutes with me and I'll sing for you."
     
     Makeeda's eyes showed her pride as well as her
diffidence, but they also seemed to contain a muted warning
to Laura not to expect a riotous evening of fucking just
because they were going back to the house together.  Just
singing.  No sex.  At least not yet.  This was what her eyes
were telegraphing to Laura, who sent back the message that
it was perfectly fine with her.  In truth, she liked Makeeda
a lot and would bend over backwards not to rush things.
     
     "I accept your invitation," Laura smiled.  "Come on."
     
     Ten minutes later she was standing by the huge ebony
satin Boesendorfer piano in the living room of an absolutely
spectacular house overlooking the ocean.  How do I wind up
in these fantastic places? Laura asked herself.  First
Amber's incredible apartment in the Fontana.  Then this.
With this terrific woman.  God, I must be living right.  Or
I sure am lucky.
     
     Makeeda was seated at the piano, picking out the
chords, tentatively approaching a song.  Gradually, she
seemed to float into another world while Laura watched,
aware of Laura's presence, but wholly concentrating on the
music.  She began to sing Skylark.  Laura knew it and sang
it often to herself.  She also knew it was fiendishly
difficult where the bridge returned to the first melody, and
usually she quit in frustration, being unable to get her
bearings again, ending up in another key that soared out of
her range.
     
     Makeeda flowed effortlessly through it, though of
course, Laura realized, she had the advantage of using the
piano to guide her back to the initial melody.  She had a
rich, thick, smoky voice that was supple and strong and
flexible and very expressive.  She did not look at Laura
once but slid deeply into the song itself, singing it the
second time through with even more expressive pain.  It was
not an especially sad song, but wistful, and she brought out
the suppressed emotional distress that lay in the
background.
     
     Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
     Can you tell me where my love may be,
     Is there a meadow in the mist
     Where someone's waiting to be kissed?
     
     Laura was hypnotized.  She had never had such a
riveting experience.  She had known Makeeda would be good,
but not this good.  Makeeda's hazel eyes were glistening as
she played the last chord and looked up at Laura for the
first time since she had begun singing.  Laura realized that
in a way it was like sex: you had to come back from it to
the present; you had to shake away the spell of the music to
rejoin mundane reality.
     
     She clapped.  "God, I knew you were good, but I didn't
know you would be that good," she repeated out loud.
     
     Makeeda laughed softly, looking like Laura did when she
blushed, though Makeeda was too dark to blush.  "Thank you."
     
     "Why aren't you famous?"
     
     "I am famous.  I am now famous to Laura.  One at a
time, I always say.  Soon you have a crowd of five or six."
     
     "No . . . I'm serious."
     
     Makeeda looked down, embarrassed.  She had a charming
shyness.  "I appreciate your praise, Laura.  You and a few
others think I'm good.  Maybe that will get me there,
eventually."
     
     Laura sat down in a chair adjacent to the piano.
"Another."
     
     Makeeda smiled, as if to demur.
     
     "I'm intoxicated," Laura said.  "Another.  I insist."
     
     Makeeda shrugged.  "It'll have to be another ballad.
My piano skills aren't good enough for me to do up tempo
tunes on my own."
     
     Laura smiled and waited.  You enchanting woman, sing me
to heaven.  My pussy wants your pussy but my ears want your
song more at this minute.
     
     Again, Makeeda ascended into the place where she could
play and sing without any distraction, leaving Laura rapt
and solemn with pleasure.  She sang:
     
     If you could see me now,
     You'd know how blue I've been . . .
     
     This time her rich and throaty voice throbbed with loss
and melancholy, curling around the words, making them ache,
dropping to a distant hush and then rising with heartsore
passion to the natural climaxes of the melody.  By the time
the final chord died away Laura could feel a tear sliding
down her cheek.  No one ever had this effect on her, not
even the greatest of singers.
     
     She wiped it away with one finger.  Makeeda saw her
doing it.
     
     "Gosh, maybe I should be famous," she said, softly.
     
     "You are to me," Laura said.  "You are the most
beautiful singer."
     
     They spent another half hour at the piano, and Makeeda
even showed Laura the interval in Skylark, the one that made
it hard to get from the bridge back to the main tune.
     
     "See, it's pretty easy when you know it.  It is a
little counter-intuitive, though, so you have to be paying
attention when you get there."
     
     "I think I can do it now."
     
     "Want to try?"
     
     "Are you kidding?  In front of you?  With a voice and a
musical knowledge like you have?"
     
     Laura was sitting next to her on the piano bench, very
close, and it seemed for a moment like it would be the
easiest thing to lean a little closer and brush Makeeda's
smooth brown cheek with her lips.  She knew Makeeda realized
it too.  For this reason, Laura scooted to the side and
stood up, to avoid temptation.  This was a pure and precious
moment, and she wasn't going to ruin it by making an advance
that would be repelled, and that could wait anyway.
     
     Instead, she walked around the very expensive house.
Makeeda joined her.
     
     "So, where do you live when you're not enjoying all
this . . . splendor?" Laura asked, sweeping one hand broadly
across the room toward the windows, the ocean view from
which was now beginning to fill up with swirling, steaming
tufts of fog.
     
     "Oh, I live in a little old house on Magee street in
Berkeley.  I . . . shared it . . . in the past with my . . .
you know . . . what I mentioned earlier . . ."
     
     "The one you were involved with?"
     
     Makeeda nodded, a little grimly, looking away.
"Actually, the people who own this house arranged for me to
get a loan to buy her out.  That's why I'm still living
there.  Otherwise, I guess I'd be renting some sky high
apartment somewhere."
     
     "They must be really good friends."
     
     "They are."  When Makeeda turned to face Laura again,
Laura saw the pain in her eyes that periodically resurfaced.
     
     They sat down together on one of the three sofas in the
room with the piano, which looked like a page out of House
Beautiful.  "Want to tell me about it?" Laura said gently.
"You know, the significant other?"
     
     Looking directly into Laura's eyes this time, Makeeda
shook her head.  "Happened over six months ago.  I should be
over it by now."
     
     "Some take longer than others," Laura said, again
gently.  "You don't have to tell me."
     
     Makeeda smiled and said nothing.  Laura wanted to
embrace her in the worst way, more than ever at this
instant, but restrained herself.
     
     "I think I'd be frightened staying all alone in this
big house," she said, looking around.
     
     "It's a safe neighborhood.  They have a security alarm,
the one I punched off when we came in.  The cops patrol it
all the time.  One of the advantages of being rich, I guess.
They sure don't patrol my neighborhood."
     
     It was now about seven-thirty, and Laura could hear her
own stomach growling.  Makeeda could hear it too.
     
     "I'm sorry, you know sometimes when I get involved in
my music I completely forget to eat," she said.  "You must
be starving.  Why don't we have dinner?"
     
     Laura smiled, looking down at her stomach and making
one of Sara's faces.  "It won't shut up.  Guess we better."
     
     Makeeda had leftovers from the previous night, which
she warmed up for them.  They drank wine and ate and became
very relaxed together.  At about nine, Laura knew that some
kind of milestone was coming.  She would have to leave, or
they would have to confront what they were both feeling.
And yet she could clearly sense that Makeeda was not yet
ready to cross the line.
     
     Even while Makeeda was talking, Laura would be speaking
to her with her own eyes.  Don't you worry, Makeeda, I will
be there when you are ready.  I am not going to push it. I
just love being with you.  I want you, but I can wait.
Until you're ready.
     
     She hoped Makeeda would get her message.  At nine-
fifteen, she looked at her watch.  "I've got to go.  Work in
the morning, you know.  I wish I could stay and hear you
sing some more."
     
     Makeeda smiled, rising to see her to the door.  "You
could come tomorrow.  I may have a whole new repertoire by
then.  I usually practice in the afternoons."
     
     "I will do that."  They were clasping hands at the
door, and Laura realized that this was the first time they
had actually touched.  "Would you mind a lot if I kissed you
goodnight?"
     
     Laura didn't know how this question had escaped her
when she was trying so hard to maintain self-control.  If
Makeeda seemed surprised, she did not show it.  She kept
smiling.
     
     "I guess . . . maybe we shouldn't," she said softly.
"I'm . . . maybe just not . . .  ready yet?  Know what I
mean?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I understand perfectly.  I hope you
don't think I was being too forward."
     
     "Oh no."  Makeeda shook her head slowly.  "Not at all.
Maybe next time."
     
     Laura nodded.  "Next time."  There was always hope.
"Did you mean it about tomorrow night?"
     
     "I certainly did.  And tomorrow I'll make a real
dinner.  No leftovers."
     
     They stood looking into each other's eyes on the
doorstep for quite a while.  Laura realized she had to leave
before she grabbed Makeeda and kissed her anyway.  "Okay,
then.  I'm going.  I'll be here tomorrow at six."
     
     Makeeda smiled warmly and watched her down the stairs.
"I'm looking forward to it."
     
     Laura was home only fifteen minutes, though, before the
phone rang.
     
     "Laura?  This is Makeeda."
     
     "I know who it is," Laura said with tart affection.
"How could I ever forget that voice."
     
     Makeeda fell silent.  "You're so sweet.  You're making
it very hard on me."
     
     "I don't mean to."
     
     "Look, I never felt this way before . . . but it does
feel a little lonely and spooky all of a sudden in this big
house.  Would you mind coming back over for a little while?
I know it's a long drive back across town . . ."
     
     "Not so far.  The traffic wasn't bad anyway, this late.
You could," Laura put a subtle little twist of sexual
invitation into her soft voice, "come over here."
     
     "I . . . can't.  Can't leave this house.  It's the
reason I'm here, remember?"
     
     "I forgot," Laura teased.  "You're only rich in beauty
and talent.  Not money."
     
     "There you go again," Makeeda laughed in her rich,
throaty, devastatingly sexy way.
     
     "I'll be there in a flash.  Put the light on."
     
     "Don't drive too fast."
     
     "You go put the light on."
     
     Makeeda not only put on the light but was waiting in
the doorway as Laura drove up.  She still wore the black
pants but had changed out of the white angora sweater into a
looser, thinner pale orange top that clung to her hard, out-
jutting breasts in a way the sweater had not done.  My god,
it's tough to ignore this woman's terrific body, Laura
thought as she ascended the steps.
     
     "I'm back!" she said, giving Makeeda a pixie sort of
smile as she reached the top.
     
     Makeeda locked the door behind them, then turned to
Laura and held out her open arms.  "Let's do this the way we
should have done it before," she whispered, her lovely hazel
eyes glowing.
     
     Laura came into her arms and their mouths met in a
long, searching, emotionally potent kiss.  Laura wondered if
her heart might just come to a stop during this kiss.  It
was not especially scorching, instead slow, sensual, and
patient, but it was packed with more feeling on both sides
than she had experienced with anyone but Sara in years.
Even the fleeting thought of Sara did not detract from its
sweet intensity.
     
     Finally, they came apart, both feeling a little
stunned.  "I'm glad we waited," Laura whispered to her.  "I
think my heart might have stopped beating if we did that the
first time."
     
     Makeeda grinned warmly, obviously feeling the same.
"Come and sit down with me for a little."
     
     This seemed completely appropriate to Laura, who
followed her into the same room where they had sat earlier,
the one with the piano.  They were not going to dive
immediately into the sack with each other.  There was no
unseemly haste.  They were going to talk and simmer instead.
     
     "The reason I sent you home is-" Makeeda began, but
Laura cut right across her.
     
     "You don't have to explain anything."
     
     "Maybe I want to."
     
     "I love your eyes."
     
     "Thank you.  Now," Makeeda grinned, "as I was saying.
I'm very . . . I don't know, wary about getting involved
again.  You know?  The woman I lived with . . . for several
years, actually . . . she couldn't handle my total focus on
singing, you know?  On making it as a singer.  Because I am
completely committed to it.  More than I was to her, I
guess.  She knew it.  It just tore us apart, after a while."
     
     Laura nodded, more mesmerized by the pain in Makeeda's
enchanting hazel eyes than her actual words.  She knew that
years of distress and emotional pain could not be bundled
into a brief conversation and summarized in five minutes.
     
     "And," Makeeda continued, now in a voice even softer
and more diffident, "the fact that you are already involved
with someone doesn't make it easier.  She seems sweet and is
very pretty.  You seem like a nice couple."
     
     "Well . . . you know . . ." Laura stalled, not knowing
quite what to say.  "Things are rarely what they seem to be.
We are very close.  But she's a little restless lately.  Me
too.  I think we're trying to invent a relationship that
allows us more freedom."
     
     Makeeda raised one eyebrow.
     
     "I know how it sounds," Laura says.  "And I appreciate
how you might feel.  I guess I would feel the same way."
     
     Makeeda's eyebrow dropped.  She smiled.  "I guess I
could really do with another one of those kisses, though,"
she murmured.  "I haven't had a kiss . . . or anything else,
really . . . in over six months.  Until that one.  Haven't
wanted to, either."
     
     They scooted closer to each other and embraced again.
"God, I was dying to kiss you so much when I was here
before," Laura breathed, confessing her deepest feeling.
     
     Before kissing they seemed to spend an agonizing amount
of time simply looking deeply into each other's eyes.  Then
their mouths slowly melted together, opening slowly, their
tongues meeting and sliding together, their lips curving for
a better, closer, more intimate fit.  This time Laura could
feel Makeeda's fingers digging into her own flesh through
her blouse before she even realized that she was doing the
same thing back, holding her tightly, feeling Makeeda's firm
flesh and hard muscles under her fingertips.  The girl had
the hardest body she had ever embraced since Brandi
Pearson's, even harder than Kendra's.
     
     This time their kiss was hungrier.  Laura wound up
sucking Makeeda's full lower lip while looking up into her
eyes again.  She released it, nipping it playfully as she
let it go.
     
     "You have the hardest body I've ever felt," she
murmured.  "You must work out or something."
     
     "I work out a little.  Mostly I swim.  I swim every
day.  Great for breath control.  Have you listened much to
Sinatra?  How he almost always has those long sustained
notes that go on forever.  They always come where everybody
else breathes and ruins the phrase.  That's breath control.
I'll bet you didn't know that he swam every day and
practiced holding his breath under water to improve his lung
power."
     
     Makeeda sat back a little during this disquisition,
becoming slightly obsessed and professorial about it, a
charming contrast to the warm, sensual woman she had been
while Laura and she were kissing.  "I didn't know that,"
Laura said, rapt and wide-eyed.  "Tell me more.  Can you
hold your breath a long time?"
     
     Makeeda winked at her.  "Longer than you can, I bet."
     
     Laura flirted.  "What if I kiss you and you can't
breathe until I stop?"
     
     "Is this a test?" Makeeda laughed.  "Okay.  Go ahead."
     
     Laura wiped off her lips theatrically with her fingers,
as if preparing for an epic struggle.  "I should warn you
that I'm very competitive," she said, winking back.  "You
ready?"
     
     "Ready."  Makeeda appeared to be having difficulty
holding back her laughter.
     
     Laura leaned forward and began kissing her tenderly,
slowly, opening her mouth a little and coaxing Makeeda's
open, slithering her tongue past Makeeda's lips, between her
teeth.  They kissed as before for a few seconds, but then
Laura began to push Makeeda back into the cushions of the
sofa, pressing her mouth harder into hers, stabbing her
tongue in deeper, and clutching her marvelous hard body
through her clothes.  Makeeda began to gasp and giggle, and
Laura did too.  In a moment they were laughing so hard they
could not continue.
     
     Laura sat up.  Makeeda was still half-sprawled against
the back of the sofa, her hazel eyes pulsing, looking sexier
at this moment than she ever had yet.
     
     "You don't play fair, Laura," she laughed.  "You pushed
me down and pressed against my lungs so I couldn't keep
going."
     
     "I couldn't help it," Laura defended herself.  She
leaned closer again and brushed her lips meaningfully
against Makeeda's smooth dark brown cheek.  "You are
incredibly desirable.  When I touch you, I go crazy."
     
     Makeeda smiled slowly in disbelief.  "You know . . . I
believe you?  It's been years since anybody said something
so nice to me."
     
     "Oh, what bullshit," Laura teased her.  "You're a
stunning woman.  People must be standing in line to ask you
out."
     
     "You'd be surprised how few," Makeeda said.
     
     "Then it's only because you're standoffish."
     
     "I suppose you're right."
     
     Before she could speak again, Laura pulled her closer.
She realized, as Makeeda no doubt did also, that they were
fencing and dodging and skirting the issue out of nerves.
They wanted to be in bed naked together and were still
figuring out how to get there.  Laura kissed her and stroked
her face.
     
     "I am right.  I know I'm right."  She kissed Makeeda's
lovely brown neck, her chin, her earlobe.  "I'm the one who
wants you more than any of those people."
     
     Boldly, she dropped one hand to Makeeda's waist and
slipped it under Makeeda's loose orange top, running it
slowly all over the warm, hard flesh of her bare back.
     
     "I . . . want you too, Laura," Makeeda whispered, her
hazel eyes throbbing and glowing.  "I wanted you when I
first saw you.  Even when you were with your friend."
     
     Laura was already lifting the orange top, pulling it
up, inching it up over Makeeda's bra.  Makeeda watched her
without objecting.  When the cloth was above the white bra,
Laura stopped and lowered her lips to the deep shadowy
cleavage between Makeeda's amazingly firm breasts.  She let
her lips linger there for a long time, then pulled her head
up and brushed her lips against Makeeda's again.
     
     "Will I muss your hair if I pull it up over your head?"
she whispered.
     
     "I have a feeling you're going to muss my hair anyway,"
Makeeda whispered back.  "So what does it matter?"
     
     "You're right," Laura grinned, pulling the top up over
Makeeda's head and off her arms, with Makeeda's help.
     
     She pressed her lips to the upper slopes of Makeeda's
breasts, still enclosed within the bra.  Makeeda watched and
even shifted her body a little to make it easier for Laura.
She ran her fingers through a few strands of Laura's hair
while patting her own back into place.  Again Laura paused
with her lips deep in Makeeda's cleavage.  Makeeda's breasts
were not small, so there was plenty of deep valley there.
They were not too large either.  Just perfect, Laura
thought.  She has just a perfect body.
     
     "May I kiss these?" she asked, looking up flirtatiously
again into Makeeda's eyes.
     
     "You're kissing them."
     
     "I mean all of them."
     
     A wry, delighted grin curved Makeeda's sensual lips.
"How can I refuse?"
     
     She leaned forward and reached behind her to unfasten
her bra.  This gave Laura, who had to pull back a little
herself, her first real glimpse of Makeeda's half-naked
upper body, as the bra cups sagged and the thin straps went
slack on her gleaming brown shoulders.  Oh my god, was all
Laura could think.  She has an even more perfect body than I
thought.  How can anyone be so physically perfect?
     
     Laura could not even see all of her breasts yet since
the sagging white bra cups were still in the way, but it was
clear already that this was the kind of body, or torso at
least, of which works of art were made.  Makeeda's flesh was
the tint of polished dark mahogany, perfectly proportioned,
as Laura had noticed before.  Below the sagging bra cups her
hard-muscled stomach was a masterpiece of firm rippled
flesh, but not ostentatious and chiseled like Brandi's,
simply smooth and beautiful and impossibly perfect, the way
you would wish your own stomach to be but knew it never
could be even after years of working out.  You had to be
born this way.
     
     All this Laura had to absorb in only seconds, but for
her it was as if time were briefly suspended and she could
scrutinize Makeeda's svelte, vibrant flesh with every
scintilla of her most fervent concentration.  Her eyes were
drawn immediately to Makeeda's very unusual navel, a taut,
thick knob of flesh, larger than most, nestled low in the
plane of smooth, hard abdominal muscles, with its own
shadowy concavity beneath it or flowing down from it, an
artist's magnificent touch, as if this delicious shallow
depression had been scooped out of Makeeda's enchantingly
perfect stomach just to hold this round little fleshy jewel
of  a hard nub, something new to kiss and lick and suck and
adore.
     
     Makeeda saw Laura looking at her navel.  "Funny-
looking, isn't it," she said softly.
     
     "It's not funny-looking at all," Laura protested.  "It
is the oddest, most wonderful, most enchanting bellybutton
I've ever seen.  I want to kiss it."
     
     Makeeda, who was not unaware of the magnificence of her
naked body, slowly shrugged her shoulders forward so that
the loose straps of her unfastened bra slid down her arms,
and the whole bra fell off.  This smooth gesture was almost
as if to say to Laura, Are you sure?  Are you sure you
wouldn't rather kiss these first?
     
     Laura felt a little ashamed for being so awe-struck by
this woman's body.  She had seen lots of women's naked
bodies-beautiful women, average women, skinny women and
fleshy ones, short and tall, large and small breasted, women
with thick and thin and long and short and perfect waists,
women with huge nipples and tiny nipples, women with abs,
muscular women, women with lean dancer's bodies-but she knew
she had never seen in the flesh this kind of physical
perfection, and it made her swallow and gawk.
     
     Makeeda was amused and gave her a wry smile.  She had
obviously seen others react to her body in the same way.
"You don't have to stare . . ." she teased.  "You can touch
too."
     
     "You're . . . perfect."  Laura felt silly to say it but
was compelled.
     
     Makeeda laughed and threw her bra to the end of the
sofa.  "I'm not perfect.  Nobody's perfect.  I'm me.  Here,"
she reached out her arms, "kiss me and see how unperfect I
am."
     
     "That's 'imperfect,'" Laura corrected, half-smiling,
unable to take her eyes off Makeeda's breasts.
     
     They were about as perfect as you could get.  They were
classically beautiful.  Again she found herself thinking of
the art photography magazines you occasionally flipped
through at the magazine rack, where nude women's bodies were
photographed as if they were sublime landscapes.  Makeeda's
body was like that.  Her naked breasts were not gourd-like,
or supernaturally round, or pear-shaped, or saggy, or skewed
to the sides, or fantastically high and 'perky,' whatever
that meant; instead they were perfect, the model of what
beautiful breasts should be: firm, round, well-proportioned,
full, exquisitely formed.
     
     Her nipples and areolas were deeply black, the centers
thick and long, the corona's slightly swollen and wide and
perfectly round.  Tiny bumps were beginning to surface on
them here and there.
     
     "You look like you're trying to memorize them," Makeeda
said, with her arms still outstretched to Laura.  "Come here
and kiss me.  Or rather, first take off this thing."  She
plucked at Laura's blouse.
     
     Now it was Laura's turn.  She knew she wasn't perfect,
but experience had taught her that her body was pretty
desirable, and she smiled in a sultry way at Makeeda as she
unbuttoned her blouse down the back and removed it.  Since
she nearly always wore sexy underwear, Makeeda's hazel eyes
widened, fascinated, as Laura's bra came into view.  It was
a pale green lacy one that cupped her small breasts like
treasures, the tops of the cups dipping low, and she enjoyed
Makeeda's hungry eyes on her as she reached behind her back
to unfasten it.
     
     "See," Makeeda murmured, caressing Laura's naked
breasts with her hazel eyes, which were now throbbing and
pulsing with thick sexual emotions, "more than one of us is
perfect."  She held out her arms as Laura too threw her bra
to the end of the sofa on top of Makeeda's.
     
     Laura came into Makeeda's outstretched arms as if a new
world had suddenly opened up for both of them.  There was a
world of difference between kissing while clothed and
kissing while half-naked.   So much so that Laura marveled
she had never realized it before, at least in this way.  It
wasn't only that their naked breasts now pushed together,
and she could feel the thick, rubbery stubs of Makeeda's
delectable nipples pushing against her skin.  It was more,
it was the feel of their warm, firm, smooth, and in
Makeeda's case hard flesh pressing everywhere together,
sliding together, gliding together.  It was Makeeda's
incredible smooth and hard back under her fingertips.  It
was Makeeda's hands on her neck, on her shoulder, Makeeda's
mouth on her throat, on her collarbone.
     
     This time when they kissed it was another world too.
It was far more serious than before, when they had only been
leading up to this.  It was a kiss of very deep intimacy,
and their lips and tongues performed a slow, sweet dance of
meaning, while their fingers moved in tender, loving
caresses over each other's increasingly excited flesh.  They
knew where they were headed, but neither one would sacrifice
this moment, and both wanted to prolong it.
     
     Make it last . . . make it last forever, Laura prayed
to herself.  I know we're both bringing baggage to this
encounter, but she is so terrific, so warm and so
vulnerable, I just have such strong feelings for her,
stronger than I ever expected, and I want it to last and go
on and I want us to just hold and kiss each other like this
forever.
     
       Makeeda may have been feeling the same thing.  During
a pause in kissing, they simply smiled and looked into each
other's eyes for the longest time.  Then Makeeda raised her
hands up Laura's body to her breasts, cupping them.  She
leaned forward again, and her mouth caught Laura's more
hungrily.
     
     "You are a wonderful gift to me," she whispered against
Laura's cheek, after a brief, hungry kiss.  "You came from
nowhere . . . completely unexpected.  You are a gift,
Laura."
     
     Laura kissed her neck, her smooth gleaming brown
shoulders.  She too raised her hands to Makeeda's amazingly
firm breasts, then lowered her mouth to them before Makeeda
could utter another sound.
     
     "We are a gift to each other," she whispered to
Makeeda, extending her tongue and curling it around the
erect, thick black nub of one of Makeeda's nipples.
     
     "Hhhh!" Makeeda gasped at the first touch of Laura's
tongue, her fingers biting momentarily into Laura's back.
     
     Not every woman did this, and Laura took it for a sign
that Makeeda's nipples were extra sensitive, at least at the
moment.  They were also extra gorgeous, springy and long,
the black areolas semi-swollen and puffed up now with erotic
excitement.  Laura could only lick so long before she had to
have the whole bud inside her mouth.  She carefully took
Makeeda's wet nipple into it, then sucked her gently,
looking up to catch her eyes, loving the electricity that
flowed between them while she held Makeeda's exquisitely
perfect breast in her mouth.
     
     Makeeda's hazel eyes, now flecked with fiery sparks,
held Laura's eyes as long as she could, then rolled up.  Her
head lolled back a little against the back of the sofa.
"Ohhh . . . you do that well . . ." she sighed.
     
     Laura said nothing but held Makeeda's very firm breast
in both hands and licked her nipple more aggressively, then
sucked it a little harder.  By now Makeeda's nipple was very
stiff and rubbery, and Laura twirled it gently in the thumb
and forefinger of her hand while moving to the other one, a
virgin, not having experienced Laura's mouth yet.  Makeeda's
breasts and nipples were so beautiful to her that her spirit
soared and her blood gushed with sweet passion as she sucked
and caressed them, and Makeeda began to twist and moan and
mewl, her fingers flittering in Laura's hair, her breath
labored.
     
     "Ohhhh . . .  god, you do that so well . . ." she
moaned again.
     
     "I'm never letting these go," Laura murmured.  "I'm in
love with them."
     
     Makeeda smiled and opened her eyes.  She said nothing
but simply gazed at Laura, enraptured, languid, dazed,
happy.  "You like breasts, don't you," she said softly.
     
     Laura's mouth was traveling slowly across Makeeda's
smooth dark chest from one wet, erect black nipple to the
other.  She nodded and smiled.  "I like these.  I've never
seen such perfection."
     
     Makeeda panted, actually arching her back a little as
Laura again sucked one nipple deep into her mouth.  "Oh!
There you go again," she laughed softly.  Her feverish hands
found Laura's breasts and squeezed them.  She began to twist
her body so as to sit up, to pull Laura down.  "I like
breasts too," she panted.
     
     The next thing she knew, Laura was the recipient and
Makeeda the aggressor.  She lavished the same slow, skilled
attention on Laura's naked breasts that Laura had shown
hers, doing even more, doing what Laura herself often did,
kissing them all over and especially down on the bulging
undersides, slithering her tongue into the crease where each
breast met Laura's body, then creeping up the sides again to
Laura's swollen, aching nipples, which she tongued and
sucked slowly and patiently.
     
     "Oh!  Oh . . . yesssss!" Laura groaned softly, looking
down at Makeeda's mouth on her wet, pointing, throbbing
nipples.
     
     After several minutes of this, minutes which drove
Laura to the very edge of sanity once or twice, the tables
were turned once again, and Laura held Makeeda's magnificent
breasts in both of her hands, squeezing and tenderly sucking
them until Makeeda was keening and gargling deep in her
throat, helplessly gripped by the pleasure Laura was
causing.
     
     "Ohhhhh," she sighed, "if you keep that up I'm not
going to make it to Act Two."
     
     What Laura was feeling was exactly what she recognized
as love.  She felt this way with Sara, especially in the
beginning, but often even now, and had felt it with Deshona
once, even a denuded variety of it long ago with Randi, and
Rina.  It was love.  Fortunately, she had learned enough in
the interim not to be blurting it out awkwardly, where it
could cause embarrassment to them both, but she knew what
she was feeling.
     
     Unfortunately, it was the old dilemma.  How could you
love two people at once  this way?  How could you want to
obliterate your being in the pleasure of a shared sexual
explosion sweeter and more intense than any other, and yet
know in the back of your mind that it was only the newest,
not the most intense, of emotional and sexual attachments
you would ever have?  Makeeda was everything to her at this
moment: a warm, vibrant, intelligent, charming, hungrily
sexual woman like herself, with the added attraction of a
miraculously gorgeous naked body, which she was giving to
Laura freely and gracefully, requiring nothing in return but
what Laura was eager to give her.
     
     "I'm happy enough with Act One," Laura bantered back
softly to her, in order to wrench her own thoughts and
feelings away, at least momentarily, from the sharp
intensity they were assuming.  "I love your beautiful body."
     
     Makeeda pulled Laura up from her breasts to kiss her.
But first she was solemn, staring right into Laura's eyes.
"I'm serious.  You're going to make me . . . you know . . ."
     
     Laura kissed her before she herself could weaken and
blurt out her love after all.  Makeeda seemed to know why
she was doing it, as if she too were fighting against an
unseemly confession.  Not really believing that any kiss
could be packed with more meaning than several they had
already shared, Laura nevertheless realized that this one
was throbbing with it.  Their breasts were damp from each
other's saliva, and tended to stick together now, so
urgently did they embrace and squirm.
     
     "I think you're right," Laura murmured into her lovely
brown ear, after pushing aside a thick wad of black hair.
"Time for Act Two."
     
     Makeeda took Laura's face in both hands and looked
directly into her eyes.  "I want you to know something.  I
feel very lucky that we're doing this.  But I won't
interfere in your . . . arrangement with your friend."
     
     Oh god, it was so fucking awkward! Laura thought.  Her
face must have shown this expression.  "Please don't ruin
it," she begged softly, now imploring Makeeda with her eyes.
"Don't make me say how I feel about you.  It's all . . . too
complicated."
     
     Makeeda nodded, her swirling hazel eyes reflecting a
deep recognition of Laura's feelings, and possibly a memory
of similar feelings she had experienced.  She sat up and
took Laura's hand.  "Let's go in to my bed.  I want the
whole thing.  All of you."
     
     In the bedroom Makeeda was using during her stay,
actually one of the guest rooms, she pulled down a huge,
thick floral comforter, then the blankets, exposing the
designer sheets, all filigreed with flowers and vines.  It
had felt very strange to Laura walking here with only her
skirt and shoes on, while Makeeda had only her black pants,
having kicked off her sandals earlier.  But it had given her
a chance, great connoisseur of naked backs that she was, to
scrutinize the back she had been touching and caressing up
to now but never seen.
     
     When Makeeda bent over to pull the blankets down, Laura
was right behind her, embracing her from behind when she
stood up again, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, and
pushing her own small naked breasts into the smooth hard
flesh of Makeeda's back.
     
     "I love every inch of your body," Laura breathed,
cupping Makeeda's astonishing hard breasts from behind with
her hands.  "I want to kiss every inch of you.  Is there no
part of you that isn't perfect?"
     
     Makeeda laughed throatily, twisting to embrace Laura
face to face.  "The bottoms of my feet are very ugly," she
laughed.  "All leathery and callused and horny.  I went
barefoot all the time when I was a kid.  My toes aren't too
pretty either."
     
     "Did I hear you say 'horny'?" Laura teased her.
     
     The smile drained away from Makeeda's face.  "I'm so
horny for you I could die," she confessed to Laura.
     
     Laura had already dropped her hands to the elastic
waist band of Makeeda's black pants and was pushing them
down, over her jutting ass, down her muscular thighs.
Makeeda's fingers inched down the zipper on the side of
Laura's skirt.  Laura kicked off her own shoes.  She slid
Makeeda's  wispy bikini panties down until they dropped
around her ankles.
     
     "You better not, " Laura whispered against her lips,
taking them one at a time between her teeth, nibbling,
sucking, then letting them go.  "I have plans for you."
     
     While she was doing this, her hands strayed across
Makeeda's now naked ass.  She had known from gawking that it
would be great, but she quickly realized she had had no
idea.  Two smooth, fleshy, and hard moons filled her hands,
beautifully shaped, high and round.
     
     "Oh god, you're ass is beautiful too," she breathed
into Makeeda's neck, making both of them laugh, since by now
it had become a little joke between them, though true.
     
     Makeeda slid her fingers under Laura's panties and dug
them into Laura's cheeks.  "You ain't so bad yourself,
sista," she murmured.  She pulled Laura closer to the bed,
then down onto it, both of them hurriedly skimming Laura's
panties down her legs too, so that now they were both
completely naked.
     
     Laura didn't know how long they simply stretched out
and held each other and kissed.  It seemed forever.  I love
you I love you I love you, she kept hearing inside her head,
exercising iron discipline not to groan it, not to sob it.
There would be no going back from this moment, she knew, and
it would change everything.  She knew she did not say
anything aloud, but she had to wonder when Makeeda
whispered,
     
     "You don't have to say anything, Laura.  I know how you
feel.  You know how I feel."
     
     This could have been a reference to Laura's mild
outburst back in the piano room when she had begged Makeeda
not to complicate things further.  She nodded solemnly.
     
     "I can't say how much I feel for you," she whispered,
an ambiguous comment if there ever was one.  I can't tell
you how much because it's too much; or, I just can't tell
you because I'm not supposed to be feeling this way for
another.
     
     "I know," Makeeda half-smiled, speaking very softly.
"Me either for you."   She grinned wryly.  "Too dangerous."
     
     Now when they kissed it was totally different.  It was
the beginning of the conflagration, Laura knew.  Their
mouths were aggressive and reckless, and their teeth clanked
together more than once.  Makeeda's tongue stabbed almost
down to Laura's throat.  Laura's fingers bit into the girl's
marvelous hard breasts.
     
     And yet it was urgent but not fast.  They were hungrier
than ever for each other but in no hurry.  Somehow it felt
to Laura like she had made love with Makeeda a hundred times
before this, and their bodies were in complete harmony,
their hearts beating together, their blood pounding in
rhythm.  It was all impossibly fresh and piquant and new and
wildly exciting, and yet at the same time it felt seasoned
and knowing and amazingly, heart-piercingly tender.
     
     Sliding down past the amazing mounds of Makeeda's
breasts, wanting to stop again for a feast, wanting to
devour those thick, jutting black nipples again, Laura now
feasted instead on the smooth, long ripples of the girl's
equally amazing stomach.  Makeeda was muscular, but it was
the smooth muscularity of a swimmer, not the bulging,
grotesque, exaggerated musculature Brandi had, which was
thrilling in its own way but not fundamentally as desirable
in a woman as this.  Laura ran her lips all over these long
smooth muscles, allowing herself to fantasize how it would
feel to rub her wet pussy on them, which she now knew she
would be able to do before the night was over.
     
     Soon she reached Makeeda's unusual navel and began to
kiss it passionately.  It was a thick, slightly protruding
nub, somewhat larger than a nickel, and Laura kissed and
tongued it hungrily.  She had always unreasonably thought
that 'innies' were the preferred navel, especially those
with a taut little flat lip at the top concealing the
shadowy secrets within.  But this one, though not herniated,
was a paragon of an 'outie,' and showed how seductive they
too could be.  Of course anyone as hard-muscled as Makeeda
would have a shallow indentation in her abdomen at the
navel, but hers was a miracle, very shallow at the top but
flowing out from the bottom like a sculptured deep valley.
At the very top of the valley sat this splendid little bulb
which Laura was attacking.
     
     When she sucked it, Makeeda suddenly exploded in a
surprised and helpless soft little yelp.  The hard muscles
of her stomach contracted, and her thighs leapt reflexively.
     
     "Yyiii!" she yelped, half-giggling at the same time.
"Oh shit . . . nobody's ever done that to me before!"
     
     Laura paused and smiled up at her.  "Well, someone's
doing it now.  I'm going to eat you alive."
     
     "I guess you really are," Makeeda smiled down at her.
Her eyes rolled up again, and her stomach  muscles clenched
one more time.  "God, that feels good!"
     
     Laura's hands were busy while her mouth was hungrily
sucking Makeeda's navel.  One roamed back up to the girl's
exquisite hard breasts, which, even though Makeeda was on
her back, were jutting up like smooth hills.  She squeezed
one and lightly pinched Makeeda's erect nipple.  Her other
hand slid down between Makeeda's firm, muscular thighs.
Makeeda obligingly parted them a little to let Laura in.
     
     Laura's fingers brushed aside some damp, wiry strands
of pubic hair and then grazed Makeeda's wet pussy lips
before she had even seen the object of her fiercest desire.
They were buttery and warm and thick against her fingertips.
She could already inhale Makeeda's pungent, erotic cunt
odors, and this was all it took to make her forsake the
beautiful odd navel for the delights that awaited.
     
     Seconds later she had slid between Makeeda's beautiful
strong thighs and faced one of the most gorgeous juicy and
inflamed pussies she had ever seen.  Of course, Laura always
thought the pussy she was about to lick was the most
exquisite ever created by the gods, but in this case she
wondered if it might not be true.  Oh, it's just because I'm
falling so hard for her, she thought, trying to right the
balance, trying to bring some semblance of rationality to
the proceedings, which she nevertheless knew was hopeless.
     
     Makeeda's aroused pussy, then, was everything she could
have expected and more.  Like the rest of Makeeda's body
(except maybe her odd and beguiling navel), it was perfect,
as if an artist trying to depict the ideal form of the most
beautiful black pussy possible had created it.  Even though
Makeeda was not especially dark, not like Dee Dee or
Charise, or even Carmela, who was pretty black, her pussy
lips were as black as midnight.  Even making allowances for
the dimness of the bedroom, they were very black, and shiny
with dew.  They were also wavy and thick and long and
folding slightly outward like the petals of a living,
blooming black flower.
     
     Inside the petals was a burbling cauldron of wet fiery
pink flesh, all runny and glistening and tangy to Laura's
tongue, which slid right into the middle of it.
     
     Makeeda's phenomenal body clenched again.  "Anngghh!" a
small, excited gasp escaped from her tight throat.
     
     When the small of her back arched up a little, the
shadows seemed to accentuate the beauty of her aroused,
taut, naked body, making it shockingly desirable to Laura,
who wondered if she herself might come just from the joy of
watching Makeeda and tonguing her beautiful pussy.  She knew
Makeeda was very aroused.  For one thing, she had earlier
said that she had had no sex for at least six months, having
been on the rebound from a searing emotional breakup with
her longtime lover.  For another, Laura could detect
involuntary tremors in her incredible muscles.  Her thighs
twitched, and her stomach muscles contracted, her knees
jerked up, her delectable ass squirmed and shimmied on the
mattress under them, her forearms quivered.
     
     She was also moaning almost constantly, low, sensual
moans, moans of sweet almost unbearable pleasure, moans that
reminded Laura of the firm, throaty, flexible voice that she
used when singing.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn . . . uunnnhhhnnnn . . ." she moaned, almost
melodically, but moans that increased in intensity with
nearly each second.  "Unhhh!  Unhhh!" she began to pant more
rapidly.
     
     Laura knew she could make her come almost immediately,
but that would deprive both of them of a universe of
pleasure.  Instead, she made love to Makeeda's festering,
throbbing quim patiently, licking the black outer lips from
top to bottom, just tickling the edges of the hood at the
top that was now being forced back a little by the emergence
of Makeeda's large, bulbous, swollen clit.  It was a
splendid big one, the biggest Laura had seen since Randi's,
and she helped it grow by spreading the hood open further
with her thumbs and stabbing it lovingly with her tongue.
     
     This nearly sent Makeeda into paroxysms of sharp sexual
pleasure.  Her body clenched again and strained upward.
     
     "Unngghhhh!  Ohhhmmmnnnnggee!" she squealed happily,
grabbing the sheet spastically with the fingers of both
hands.  "Oh god . . . you're killing me."
     
     "Does it feel good?" Laura smiled.
     
     "Ungghh!  Oh god . . . yes!  Oh god . . . Laura . . ."
     
     "You want me to do some more?"
     
     "If you stop," Makeeda panted, her striking hazel eyes
streaked with red and desperate, "I'll never speak to you
again."
     
     "Ah, but will you sing to me again?"
     
     In spite of her fierce sexual arousal, Makeeda grinned
and laughed.  "Never."
     
     Laura ran her tongue right up the middle of Makeeda's
wet, warm pussy, from the bottom all the way up to her now-
bulging clit.  "Then I could never stop."
     
     They settled into a rhythm that permitted both to enjoy
every small twinge and sensation of this beautiful moment.
Makeeda too seemed to know she could come right away but
preferred to delay it, as Laura did, just so that they could
experience together this sweet and passionate intimacy.  But
of course that made her ultimate explosion potentially more
and more shattering.
     
     Laura for her part was deeply in love with this sweet,
juicy feast.  She already had deep feelings for Makeeda, far
deeper, and much sooner, than she had ever expected, and
licking and sucking Makeeda's pussy like this gave her the
opportunity to express them fervently.  She wanted to make
her quiver, and loved hearing her moan, loved hearing
Makeeda's moans grow more intense, and more helpless, and
more shrill and desperate.  She looked up Makeeda's
undulating, thrilling naked body, relishing the look of
tormenting sexual rapture on her contorted face, realizing
that Makeeda was almost there in spite of her desire to
prolong it.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Makeeda was gasping, clawing the sheet, her
pelvis quivering as she shimmied her pussy up into Laura's
devouring mouth.  "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura slid a finger into her pussy, now licking her
bulbous clit more and more rapidly, feeling the tempo
accelerate, feeling the reaction of Makeeda's body as she
approached an inevitable climax.  Her finger was quickly all
warm and greasy with Makeeda's nectars, and instead of
leaving it there, Laura quickly slipped it out and down
between the girl's tight, clenching buns.  She had no
thoughts of anal invasion, certainly not at this point, but
she did have in mind just a hint of stimulation that would
make this burgeoning climax supremely powerful.
     
     "Annhhh!  Anngghh!" Makeeda groaned, her magnificent
hard brown thighs flexing as her body rose up to the final
moment.
     
     Closer . . . closer.  Oh god, honey, I want you to come
so hard! Laura thought, wriggling her finger into the tight
crease between Makeeda's hard round ass cheeks.  Makeeda was
going wild, her amazing body surging off the mattress, her
pussy pushing into Laura's face.  But Laura was relentless
and skilled.  She knew her target.  Her fingertip found the
concealed rosebud and at the same instant she took Makeeda's
swollen, bulging clit between her lips and began sucking it
sharply.
     
     She did not try to push her finger inside but merely
rubbed Makeeda's asshole firmly with it, meanwhile sucking
her clit in rhythmic bursts.  Makeeda gave a tiny, choked
off yelp, then dissolved quickly into a kind of deep swoon
orgasm that immediately reminded Laura of the ones Jonelle
used to have with her, the kind that had made her even black
out on occasion.  Makeeda's magnificent naked body went
suddenly from violent, surging, flexing contortions to stiff
convulsions, her flesh and muscles quivering and twitching
uncontrollably, her eyelids fluttering, her gaze stunned and
unfocused, as wave after wave of orgasmic shock pummeled
her.
     
     During this time, which for Laura at least seemed to go
on forever, she made no noise but an occasional helpless
squeak, her breath completely robbed by the fierce spasms
that were seizing her flesh.  Laura knew it had to be good,
but she was a little worried by the sheer power of it.
Makeeda seemed completely stupefied and shattered by the
wave after wave of killing pleasure that was pouring through
her body.  Finally, the spasms began to ease, and she let
out a long, low, tortured moan.
     
     "Ohhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!  Ohnnnnnnnnnn god . . . ohhhhhh
god . . . Laura!" she gasped, her eyes bleary as her eyelids
fluttered open and this time stayed open for a moment while
she gazed up at Laura, who was hovering over her now, hoping
that Makeeda would survive.
     
     "Yes . . . yes, darling . . . yes," Laura purred to
her, embracing her but lightly, from afar, feeling her hard,
magnificent flesh still quivering.  "Go ahead . . . do all
of it . . . let it go through you . . ."
     
     "Ohhnnnnnnnnn!"
     
     Laura realized that the most violent and stunning part
of Makeeda's orgasm was over, but the aftershocks kept
coming.  She held her and stroked her, unable to keep her
hand from returning to Makeeda's wet pussy, the source of
these incredible convulsions.  She had known only a few
women who could come this hard, and it never stopped amazing
her.  It seemed life-threatening.  She stroked the wet lips
and swollen inner flesh of Makeeda's wonderful pussy, not
trying to make her come again but only to caress her
tenderly there.
     
     Even when she finally stopped coming completely,
Makeeda was still dazed and groggy from the experience.  It
must have taken her a full three minutes even to roll over
and speak, Laura figured.  When she did, she looked like she
had been hit by a truck, her hair tangled in thick black
wads, and her mouth slack, her eyes dilated.
     
     "Laura . . ." she croaked.  "You . . . oh . . . never
mind . . ."  She smiled wanly at Laura.
     
     "What."
     
     "Do you know how long it's been since I came like
that?"
     
     Laura kissed her nose.  "I'll tell you what I know,"
she murmured.  "I know that I've never come like that in my
life.  It looked like you were going to die.  So, if it was
a long time since you last did it, I don't even want to hear
about it.  Anyway, it was about six months, right?  You said
you hadn't had any sex for six months."
     
     Makeeda laughed softly and smiled.  She shook her head.
"You know, Diane and I had good sex, good enough anyway, but
I never came like that except in the beginning.  So it's
been years."
     
     "How long were you with her?"
     
     "Over four years."
     
     "And you never had sex with anybody else during that
time?"
     
     Makeeda shook her head slowly.  "To tell the truth, I'm
kind of monogamous.  I love it, don't get me wrong."  She
smiled at Laura with suddenly deep affection and ran a
fingertip across Laura's bare shoulder.  "I especially loved
what we just did.  But I've always been more interested in
music than sex, I guess.  One person, if she's the right
one, is enough for me."
     
     This was an invitation to get into why 'Diane' either
was or was not the right one for Makeeda, which Laura felt
disinclined to do at the moment, being taut with unreleased
sexual tension herself.  I know I can't come like you did,
she thought, but I still want to do it.  Makeeda, who Laura
was quickly beginning to realize was no slouch, could see it
in her eyes.
     
     "We're not talking about me," she purred, pulling Laura
down against her body.  "What we're going to do next is
called Make Laura Almost Die Too."
     
     Laura smiled and let herself be passionately kissed.
"I want to rub my pussy on your fantastic stomach muscles,"
she breathed into Makeeda's perfect white teeth.
     
     "Oh, you're one of those kind of girls," Makeeda teased
her, now kissing Laura's body, her neck and shoulders, and
squeezing Laura's breasts more aggressively.  "Just want me
for my body, eh?"
     
     "It's sure is a terrific body," Laura said, panting a
little with fresh arousal.
     
     But Makeeda had taken over.  "I think this is a
terrific body," she purred, dropping her mouth to Laura's
breasts.  "You know, you may think I'm perfect, but this is
the body I'd have if I could choose.  Long and lean, with
pretty small boobs like these.  I love these deep pink
nipples."
     
     "Mmmmmm!" Laura moaned softly as Makeeda sucked one
into her mouth.  "Oh my!"
     
     Makeeda looked up and grinned but did not release
Laura's throbbing nipple from her mouth.  In fact, she began
sucking it and the other one more sharply than she had done
earlier, quickly bringing Laura to a frenzied state.  In
seconds Laura was panting and mewling and twisting.
     
     Makeeda finally paused, holding both of Laura's breasts
in her hands and brushing Laura's wet, stiffening nipples
with her thumbs.  "You can rub yourself on my stomach
later," she grinned, "but I want to taste the honey first,
just like you did."
     
     Laura, smiling dreamily down at her, was unable to
resist running her fingertips tenderly over Makeeda's broad,
smooth forehead.  "Please . . ." she said, almost inaudibly.
     
     From that moment on it was purest heaven for her.
Makeeda was evidently telling the truth and spent the next
five minutes or so adoring Laura's naked body as Laura had
earlier adored hers.  She might be monogamous, as she had
claimed, but it hadn't prevented her from acquiring a
variety of sexual skills that soon had Laura whimpering and
gasping.
     
     She was in no hurry, though Laura was, and spent a long
time kissing Laura's belly and legs.  As soon as her lips
reached one of Laura's thighs, Laura had thought that it
wouldn't be long until she felt Makeeda's sensual mouth
pressing into her aching wet pussy.  But Makeeda had other
ideas.  She kissed her way slowly down one of Laura's legs,
especially arousing Laura when her lips seemed to find an
extra sensitive spot just below Laura's inner knee, which
made Laura's leg jump a little and brought a thrilling gasp
to her throat.
     
     "Mmmm, somebody likes that . . ." Makeeda breathed,
letting her tongue snake out and lick the smooth tender skin
under Laura's knee joint, which also sent quivers of hot
lust through Laura's body.
     
     "Ohhh!" Laura sighed, looking down, watching Makeeda's
mouth on her legs.
     
     She let her legs yawn further apart, as if the sight
and smell of her inflamed and runny cunt would tempt
Makeeda, or would at least cut short her journey.  But
Makeeda merely gave her an amused smile, well aware of the
invitation but having her own agenda.  She continued down
Laura's leg to her foot, which she teased and tantalized
before starting up the other side, Laura's other leg, which
she kissed and caressed with equal skill and delay until
Laura was cawing and writhing by the time Makeeda's lips
reached her inner thigh.
     
     "Oh god, honey . . . please!" she whimpered to Makeeda,
feeling her belly heave up and down rapidly, and the pulsing
in her pussy grow wild and urgent.
     
     Makeeda smiled.  She had reached her destination.  "Oh
my, Laura, what a beautiful pussy.  I told you more than one
of us was perfect."  She placed her three middle fingers
together and rubbed Laura's wet, swollen cunt lips with them
in a slow, swirling circle.
     
     "Unhh!  Unhhh!" Laura panted, beseeching Makeeda with
her eyes.
     
     She knew she could come in an instant, and Makeeda
seemed to know it too, which was why she was delaying it,
toying with Laura, but apparently out of love or something
like it, not malice.  Finally, she stopped rubbing Laura's
pussy and lowered her mouth to it.  Laura's eyes rolled up.
She could feel her hips slowly, rhythmically gyrating up
into Makeeda's face, as if her body was out of her control.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     "Hold on, honey . . . just hold on . . ." Makeeda
murmured softly to her as she began to make love to Laura's
flooding pussy with her lips and tongue and fingers.
"You're going to come, but not until Makeeda gets her little
taste."
     
     And she meant it, too.  She tongued and sucked Laura's
pussy until Laura was ready to scream and explode, and yet
she was very skilled in keeping Laura on the edge but not
letting her fall over.  Damn, she is just as good at this as
I am! Laura thought, writhing desperately, hearing her own
clotted whimpering, and soon her desperate keening.
     
     But soon she was writhing and straining and moaning and
squirming so violently and desperately that Makeeda knew it
was useless to prolong it any more.
     
     "Okay, honey . . . okay, honey," she panted to Laura,
giving in and pouring on the heat and passion.
     
     Her love assault was supremely beautiful and fast.
Though she knew Laura was close, she apparently had no idea
how close.  As soon as her lips touched Laura's swollen,
throbbing clit, Laura began to come.  Her body went into a
long, slow convulsion, and a low guttural groan fought its
way out of her lungs.
     
     "Aauunnnggghhrrraannggghhh!" she half-growled, half-
grunted, as a couple of savage spasms began to wrench her
buckling body.  "Ungghh!  Ungghhh!"
     
     It was not a sweet, emotional orgasm, as she had been
anticipating, but instead a rough, violent shock that left
her stunned and gasping for breath, her vision fogged and
her mind dazzled by the power of it.  This was not a
blackout orgasm like the one Makeeda had had, but it was
still pretty deep for Laura, and she found herself sighing
and half-giggling from the release of tension as she slowly
surfaced from it, shaking the fog out of her eyes to see
Makeeda lying next to her, smiling happily.
     
     She kissed Laura gingerly on the mouth, since Laura was
still panting softly.  "You are very beautiful when you
come, Laura," she murmured.
     
     "Hey," Laura blinked, still groggy, ravished by
ecstasy, "that's my line."  She grinned.
     
     "Guess you'll have to share it."  Makeeda scooted
closer.
     
     They embraced and kissed, and this time the kiss was
full of the emotional intensity that Laura had expected to
feel in her orgasm.  The feelings were too intense for them
to talk for several minutes.  Instead, they dozed in each
other's arms and enjoyed the sweet intimacy of this moment.
     
     "Will you mind if I just sleep here like this with you
all night?" Laura finally whispered to her.
     
     Makeeda turned her head and smiled warmly.  "I was
hoping you would.  Don't you have to go to work in the
morning?  You know, I work nights.  I usually don't get up
until around noon."
     
     "I have, unfortunately," Laura made a long face, "an
internal alarm clock that wakes me at seven, whether I want
to wake up or not."
     
     "Mmmm," Makeeda smiled, "maybe it can wake me up at the
same time and we can have another little one of these before
you have to go."
     
     Laura frowned playfully.  "I hope you don't get the
wrong idea, darling, but I don't intend to wait until seven
o'clock."
     
     Makeeda would have blushed if she could.  She was
charmingly demure for a grown woman.  She smiled almost
bashfully.  "I guess . . . I wouldn't want to wait either.
You don't know how . . . good this feels to me."
     
     Laura put a finger on her lips.  "Don't get me talking.
I'm liable to tell you how I feel about you."
     
     Suddenly, a large tear formed in the bottom of each of
Makeeda's enchanting hazel eyes.  At first they did not
spill, but then both rolled down her brown cheeks slowly.
     
     Laura was shocked and pained.  She cried herself
sometimes, she had done so briefly earlier, when Makeeda was
singing so touchingly, and usually, though not then, she
realized to her dismay, it was a cheap manipulation; but
these tears of Makeeda's, though few, were very genuine and
deeply moving.
     
     "Honey," she said, "what is it?"
     
     Makeeda wiped away the tears with her fingers, gone as
quickly as they had come, and shook her head.  "Nothing."
     
     "Tell me."
     
     Makeeda shook her head.  "No."  She sniffed.  "Don't
get me talking," she repeated Laura's words.  "I'm liable to
tell you how I feel about you."
     
     Laura nearly melted.  She embraced her and kissed her
with slow, loving passion.  "I think we're both feeling the
same way," she whispered in Makeeda's ear.
     
     Makeeda nodded.  Her eyes clouded up with water again,
but she quickly sucked it back and got control of herself,
as if it were a matter of pride not to do it twice.
     
     "You know," she whispered to Laura, "I wanted this to
happen from the first moment I saw you.  In the restaurant
with your . . . friend.  I was so envious of her.  So
envious.  I could hardly walk by your table."
     
     Laura listened patiently.
     
     "When I saw you again . . . about the earring, I
actually felt my heart flutter inside my body.  Like it was
going to fly away or something."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I didn't lose the earring, you know.  I
left it there, in the bar, that day, when you were away for
a moment."
     
     Makeeda nodded.  "I figured you did.  That's when I
began to get . . . I don't know, excited about seeing you
again."  She paused and looked away.  She would not look at
Laura again.  "I-"
     
     Laura pulled Makeeda's face back to hers with two
fingers on her jaw.  She again saw unspilled tears in her
beguiling hazel eyes.  "Look, we both can't help the way we
feel.  You know what they say.  Shit happens.  Neither one
of us expected this.  Maybe this," she grinned and pointed
to their naked bodies, "but not this."  She pointed first to
Makeeda's heart, then to her own.
     
     "You were happy with her before I interfered," Makeeda
said softly, seriously.
     
     "I'm the one who called about the earring," Laura
reminded her.  "If I hadn't done that, I never would have
seen you again."
     
     Makeeda gulped and nodded.  "How awful that would have
been."
     
     Laura beamed at her.  "For me, too."
     
     She figured they had talked about it enough.  Any more
talking and it would just become tortured, twisted, and even
more painful.  Besides, talking in this veiled way about how
strongly they suddenly felt for each other was quickly
arousing her sexually again.  She wondered it the same thing
were happening to Makeeda.
     
     She ran her hands down Makeeda's smooth, hard back to
her smooth, hard buns and squeezed them.  Doing this
necessarily pushed their naked breasts together harder than
they had been pressing before, and it was impossible for
either not to be aroused by it.  Laura snaked her tongue out
and slithered it between Makeeda's lips.
     
     "I want to come with you," Laura whispered against
Makeeda's teeth as she opened them to let Laura's tongue
inside her mouth.  "You know, at the same time.  I want to
look in your eyes when you come . . . and when I do."
     
     Makeeda smiled shyly.  "I've . . . never been very good
at timing it," she said.
     
     "You can  . . . you can," Laura encouraged her.  "Just
look into my eyes.  Believe me, we'll do it together.  I
know we can."  She sucked Makeeda's beautiful dark brown
neck.  "Oh god, I want you so badly.  Last time only made me
want you more."
     
     "I want you too, Laura.  I keep wanting you.  I don't
believe I'm still this horny after I almost passed out last
time."
     
     The more she dug her fingers into the incredible round
flesh of Makeeda's ass, the more she wanted to kiss and suck
it, Laura thought.  It was an ass to dream of, an ass that
would even put other hall of fame asses like Jane's or Dee
Dee's in the shade.  But that would have to wait.
Remarkably enough, though Makeeda had a nearly perfect body,
right now it wasn't her physical charms that were sexually
exciting Laura.  It was the deep emotional entanglement they
had woven around themselves.
     
     Since her hands were already on Makeeda's amazing,
hard, round, swelling ass, she simply drew one around
between Makeeda's thighs again, swiveling it a little to
force them open.  Makeeda smiled at her and opened them
further.
     
     "Like this," Laura murmured.  "You too.  Kiss me and
fuck me with your hand."
     
     "Yes," Makeeda panted, her eyes going briefly glassy as
two of Laura's fingers slid up into her tight, warm, very
wet pussy.  "Laura . . ." she panted, "don't say . . .
anything you'll regret."
     
     "Unhhhh!" Laura gasped as she too felt Makeeda's long
fingers groping in the warm, slippery crease of her pussy.
"Oh Jesus, you make me so hot!"
     
     "Don't say anything . . ." Makeeda repeated, panting.
"And I won't either."
     
     Laura, though already half-delirious with sweet sexual
feelings, smiled and panted back to her.  "We already know
it," she said.  "We know it.  No need to . . . say it.
Unhhhh!  Oh god, yes, right there!  Oh shit . . . oh, you're
going to make me come too fast!"
     
     "Should I slow down?" Makeeda laughed through her
panting.  "I don't think I'm there yet."
     
     And she actually did slow her hand down, which had been
thrusting her fingers pretty rapidly into Laura's pussy and
rubbing Laura's clit pretty fast.  They were kissing
clumsily and hungrily, clanking teeth a little again,
gasping and sucking lips.  Laura realized that they needed a
slight role reversal here, since she was about to come again
with little help but Makeeda needed more coaxing.
     
     "Just a little . . ." she panted to Makeeda before
accelerating her own love assault.
     
     She began kissing Makeeda's neck and sucking it
passionately, letting her mouth slide down to her shoulder,
her collarbone, her chest.  Her right hand was still rubbing
the girl's pussy but not rapidly, instead slowly, sensually,
probing with her fingers, feeling Makeeda's astonishing big
knobby clit under the flesh of her hand just below her
fingers.  But her other hand swept up Makeeda's beautiful
naked body to her breasts, cupping one just as her lips
reached the thick, protruding black nipple.
     
     She sucked it fiercely, much more passionately than she
had done to either of Makeeda's nipples earlier, almost
enough to make her yelp.  Makeeda did whinny softly and
stiffen against Laura, but experience told Laura it was a
helpless whinny of sharp pleasure.  She could feel the
girl's body flexing and quivering against her, and when she
glanced up she could see the desperate fires of an
approaching climax in her striking hazel eyes.
     
     "Unhhh!  Unhhhh!" Makeeda panted, her eyes wild with
excitement, catching Laura's, instantly telegraphing to
Laura that it was working, that she was almost there.
     
     This is where we're headed! Laura thought excitedly,
knowing they were about to reach their goal.  Their hot
bodies writhed and rubbed together, and now they were both
moaning, unable to keep their hungry passion for each other
silent.  In fact, they were thrusting and writhing together
so wildly that Laura had to release Makeeda's delectable
thick, erect nipple from her mouth in order to breathe.  She
raised her face to Makeeda's again, looking in her eyes.
Yes . . . yes!
     
     "Makeeda . . . Makeeda . . ." Laura moaned, saying her
name with infinite love since she could say nothing else at
this moment.  "Ohhhhh . . . Makeeda . . ."
     
     "Yes . . . Laura . . . unhh!  Oh god!"
     
     Laura could see it in Makeeda's increasingly frantic
eyes and feel it in her own body.  There was no need for
prompting, or managing the flow.  The climax was building up
in them at the same speed, and their hands were now swirling
and pumping in synchronized rhythm, their hips gyrating
forward and back, bringing them closer and closer.  Makeeda,
overcome briefly by a sharp surge of sexual feelings,
sagged, her head lolling back, but Laura reached behind it
with her hand and pulled it up again, looking into her eyes,
beseeching her to stay focused for this moment.  Makeeda's
eyes blinked open and she half-smiled, reestablishing the
intimate connection with Laura.
     
     "Yes . . ." she panted.  "Oh god . . . I'm going to . .
."
     
     "Yes!" Laura gasped, knowing she too was going to.
     
     She didn't realize how sharply they were clutching each
other until this moment.  She could feel Makeeda's free hand
and fingers biting into her back, and though Makeeda's flesh
was hard and firm, Laura's own fingers dug into her ass
fiercely.
     
     "Oh honey . . . come with me . . . now . . ." Laura
gasped almost incoherently, feeling her eyes roll up, trying
to force them back down, to maintain eye contact at the
last, most thrilling moment.
     
     "Yes . . ." Makeeda panted.  "Yes!"
     
     Laura felt a hot uprush of coming spout through her
flesh like a geyser, welling up from her contracting pussy
and womb until it was wracking every muscle of her writhing
body.  At the same instant she felt Makeeda's marvelous body
twitch, and saw a stabbing flame leap up deep in her eyes,
and her face grimace with piercing ecstasy.
     
     "Auungghhhh!" Makeeda groaned loudly, her strong,
athletic body surging against Laura's.  "Unggh!
Auunggghhhh!"
     
     Laura clutched the girl harder than ever against her
and let out a horrific moan as the most powerful jolts of
her orgasm now wrenched her.
     
     "Uummmnngghhhhh!  Oh!  Ungghh!  Oh oh!  Uummnnggghhhh!"
she groaned, coming and looking into Makeeda's streaked
hazel eyes and seeing Makeeda come too, feeling Makeeda's
wonderful body flexing against her own as Makeeda's orgasm
made her shudder and groan too.
     
     Makeeda, though obviously hit by a shattering orgasm,
never looked away either.  Her eyes held Laura's throughout,
while both of them groaned and shook and gasped and
whimpered in the grip of rolling, crushing, and agonizingly
sweet spasms.
     
     "Auunnngghhhh!" she cried out again as an especially
thrilling aftershock gripped her body, her eyes showing
Laura that she did not, at least momentarily, believe such
piercing pleasure was possible.
     
     They did not know how long it lasted.  Time
disappeared.  They came, they seemed to come and come, they
slumped together panting, rubbing cheeks, whispering in each
other's ear, kissing, sucking lips, cooing, until finally
their writhing bodies came to a rest and their breath became
more normal.  Laura's fingers were slippery with cunt cream,
and she knew Makeeda's had to be too.  Slowly, they withdrew
their hands and smiled at each other while wiping them on
the sheets.
     
     Laura kissed Makeeda's cheek and brushed her lips
across Makeeda's mouth.  "Are you sure I can't call you
Cynthia now?" she murmured.   "Just as a special little
secret between us?"
     
     Makeeda frowned, but more indulgently this time.  Her
head still seemed to be clearing from the cataclysmic orgasm
they had just shared.  "I wish . . . you wouldn't," she said
calmly.  "I think . . . you know how I feel about you.  But
I want you to call me Makeeda."
     
     Laura nodded.  "Fair enough.  But I love the 'Cynthia'
in you, the special essence of you, what you were before you
became Makeeda.  I want you to know that.  I love them
both."
     
     Makeeda frowned and smiled one after the other.  She
put a finger to her lips and shook her head, making it clear
to Laura that she should not be saying that.  Laura
understood perfectly and wondered if she had overstepped the
boundaries.
     
     They spent about half an hour kissing and cooing.  It
was unbelievable paradise to Laura.  Then they fell asleep.
In the morning she awoke at six.  Usually, as she had told
Makeeda, she woke at seven, but some internal reminder awoke
her at six since she would have to drive home before going
to work.  Makeeda was still asleep and Laura had to
disentangle herself carefully from the girl's arms.  They
had slept together the sleep of the romantically glued,
unable to stop touching even in slumber.
     
     Makeeda stirred and awakened while Laura was dressing,
looking around for her blouse and bra, which she finally
remembered she had left in the other part of the house.  She
smiled up drowsily from the bed, naked and dark brown and
hard-bodied and enchanting.  Laura wanted immediately to
undress and crawl back into it with her.
     
     "When am I going to see you again?" she asked Laura
softly.
     
     Laura smiled at her.  "Silly question.  You're going to
see so much of me you'll be sick of me by Friday."
     
     "Actually, I can't," Makeeda said, apologetically
"When I invited you over tomorrow night I forgot that my
friends are getting back home tomorrow evening.  Then I'm
off to L.A.  I actually have a gig down there on Friday, at
a jazz club.  I'm going down a day early for a rehearsal.
They're giving me Friday and Saturday night off at the
restaurant.  They're very supportive of my career.  But,"
here her face fell, "I won't be here to see you.  God,
Laura, you don't know how much I want to see you."  Suddenly
she was uncharacteristically confessional.  "I never felt
this way.  At least for a long time.  I feel like calling up
and canceling the gig."
     
     "Don't do that," Laura said, almost crossly.  "It's the
most important thing to you of all."
     
     Makeeda appeared to think about that.  "It was.  I
don't know if it is now."
     
     "Don't be silly.  Of course it is."  Laura came over to
the bed.  She leaned down and kissed Makeeda and ran her
hungry hands all over the woman's enchanting naked body.  "I
will always be here.  I'll be here when you get back.  God,
I wish I could go down there with you.  And just sit there
in the club and listen to you.  And think about how we came
together last night, while you're singing to me."
     
     Makeeda laughed, her husky, throaty laugh that had so
captivated Laura.  "Watch it, or you'll have me thinking
about it even if you're not there."
     
     Laura grew solemn, sitting down on the edge of the bed
now, taking Makeeda's face in both hands, gazing deeply into
her eyes.  Makeeda grew solemn too. "It was so great coming
with you," Laura whispered.  "It was just the greatest thing
in my life."
     
     "Me too," Makeeda whispered back.
     
     They kissed slowly and sweetly.  Both were overcome by
strong emotions.
     
     "I want to . . ." Laura began, but hesitated.
     
     Makeeda put a finger on her lips.  "Don't say it."  She
shook her head.
     
     Now Laura's eyes filled briefly with hot tears.  She
sucked them back.  "Okay."
     
     Makeeda half-smiled.  "Okay.  I'll call you when I get
back from L.A."
     
     "Flying?"
     
     Makeeda shook her head.  "Driving."
     
     "Oh god, be careful!"
     
     "Laura," Makeeda said, patiently and calmly, "nothing
in the world could keep me from seeing you again."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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downloaded via FTP at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura.
The chapters are now also available in html format at
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  c
Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2004.  It is unlawful to
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