Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2002 19:33:00 EST
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: A night at the Jefferson: Part 3

     Lauren's eyes flared open. The room was still filled
with a murky darkness, and unfamiliar shapes stood out as
deeper shadows on the velvety backdrop. A brief moment of
panic assailed her before she remembered that she was in a
hotel room and not her own. The luminous face of the alarm
clock read 4:45 and provided the only real source of light
in the room. Outside, it was the twilight time before dawn,
and the weak light barely penetrated the curtains. Something
had wakened her from an incredibly erotic dream. Her mind
was still cloudy but she remembered it had been a sound, an
animal sound. Something warm and soft brushed her clit and
she moaned softly.

     "Wha.?" she managed.

     She realized her nipples were aching and straining
against the thin t-shirt she had on. Her arms were pushed
out perpendicular to her body, and her hands were clutching
the sheet tightly, she could feel the tension in her back
and arms. Another warm soft contact forced her to arch her
back, driving her shoulder blades down into the soft
mattress. Another quiet whimper was drawn from her lips.

     She managed to raise her head and look down her body.
She could see her nipples making little tents in the thin
fabric of the t-shirt she had on. It had been pushed up and
was bunched under her tits, leaving her tummy bare. A mop of
red tresses that looked almost black in the semi-light,
covered her hips and pubic area. She threw her head back as
that warm, soft tongue caressed her most sensitive place
again.

     "Mmmmmm, haven't you had enough?' she said, her voice
sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet room.

     There was no reply. Lauren's mind was beginning to
function now. She realized the sound that had roused her
from her sleep had been her own moan. Her erotic dream had
probably been inspired by the slow, gentle action of her
lover's tongue on her pussy. She must have been at it for a
while, Lauren thought because her nipples were achingly hard
and she was very damp. The day before she had literally worn
herself, and her smaller friend, out. Her mind was
forcefully pulled back to the present as Roxanne's tongue
glided upwards between her lips and flattened out as it
crossed her bud. The delicious shivers that ran through her
let her know she was close to orgasm.

     "Yesssssss," she hissed in spite of herself.

     Roxanne's tongue glided back down her slit and forced
its way into her slick channel. It lingered there, probing
her opening gently and occasionally lapping up her copious
juices. Her lover's nose was pressed between Lauren's
swollen lips and bumped her inner folds with each movement
of her tongue. Lauren arched her back again trying to press
her pussy move firmly against Roxanne's face. This was to no
avail as the little redhead had both of her arms under
Lauren's thighs and her fingers locked together above her
mound. She simply let her face "float" with the movements of
Lauren's hips and all Lauren's wiggling produced was a stop
to the stimulation.
     Lauren snorted in frustration and had to relax after a
few moments of straining, she was still sore from the night
before. As soon as her body was relaxed on the bed again,
her lover's soft, warm tongue traced up and down her slick
lips. Roxanne took her time, for she was in no hurry and
wanted to build Lauren up to a fever pitch. Her tongue made
languid trips up and down Lauren's slit, occasionally
dipping between the lips to caress the soft inner folds.

     To Lauren it quickly became sweet torture. Always the
touches were feathery soft and infuriatingly slow. The
occasional swipes over her engorged clit were never hard
enough or long enough to do more than heighten the
excitement. She could feel the frustration mixing with the
pleasure until her body was taut with the unreleased
tension.

     Her hands massaged her tits and pinched her nipples.
This added jagged bolts of pleasure to her system but did
nothing to help her gain release. She groaned in frustration
and again tried to bring her hips up and get firmer contact
with her lover's tongue, but this again brought a stop to
the stimulation.

     "Bitch," she managed through her clenched teeth.

     Roxanne finally allowed three fingertips from each hand
to gently slip between Lauren's wet lips. With a touch that
was at once gentle and firm she pried them apart, exposing
Lauren's tingling clit to the warm air. She placed her
pursed lips on top of Lauren's pussy and kissed gently.

     "Good Morning," she said quietly, looking up for the
first time. Her face was shadowy and vague in the half-
light. Only her luminous eyes caught the faint light and
sparkled.

     "Don't stop," Lauren breathed, she was too wound up now
for pleasantries. She tangled her hands in Roxanne's hair
and pulled her face back to her soaked pussy. Her body felt
like it was on fire, with every nerve ending tingling. She
was sure that Roxanne must have been teasing her for a long
time.

     Roxanne needed no more encouragement. She flattened her
tongue and began to swipe it quickly back and forth over
Lauren's sensitized clit. This pushed Lauren towards a
crashing climax. The redhead's tongue seemed to be totally
empathetic to Lauren's body, varying pressure and tempo in
response to the unspoken signals her body was sending. She
built Lauren up to a peak and just as she was about to go
over the edge Roxanne would back off or change tempo. The
tension built in her until it was unbearable, she felt as if
she were about to explode.

     "Now, Please now" Lauren begged. Her breathing was
ragged and the pleasure was so acute that the stimulation
was almost painful in its intensity. The muscles in her legs
and back were becoming tired from the straining and began to
knot.

     Roxanne attacked her clit in earnest then, using her
tongue like a little buzz saw she swiped it side to side,
just brushing Lauren's bud. Lauren's hips bucked against
Roxanne's face as her orgasm began. She felt the warm rush
of blood and the muscles clenching and relaxing
spasmodically deep inside of her. With a suddenness that
caused her to gasp the dam burst and her orgasm washed over
her, threatening to drown her consciousness in its
intensity.

     Her mind struggled as the heady waves of pleasure
flooded her senses. Nothing in her experience had prepared
her for this. Each wave seemed stronger and more all
encompassing than the one before. She gave up the struggle
before she went mad and just rode the crashing waves, losing
herself in the moment.

      For a timeless period she was lost in the feelings
giving no conscious thought to anything. Slowly she began to
take notice of things around her, but her vision was like a
love scene in the movies, out of focus around the edges. She
rubbed her eyes to clear her vision and shook her head.
Powerful aftershocks wracked her body at uneven intervals.

     "Wow," was all she could think to say.

     Roxanne was still between her shivering thighs, running
her fingers through Lauren's soft pubes. Her touch was very
light, comforting rather than stimulating, but in her
heightened state even this was unbearable. There was more
light, filtering into the room now, and Lauren could see her
lover's face. She was watching Lauren intently with that
questioning expression of hope and fear Lauren was beginning
to get used to. Her lips and chin were glistening with the
juices of Lauren's orgasm. Even with this ample evidence of
how good it felt, Lauren could see she was worrying that she
had not enjoyed it.

     "That was some good morning," she said in a very
contented voice. She was rewarded for this simple statement
with a smile from her smaller friend.

     "It was nice for me too," she said.

     "Now come here," Lauren said sitting up and placing her
hands under Roxanne's arms. When she lay back she pulled her
lover up with her and kissed her tenderly. Her lips were
soft and yielding and soon Lauren's tongue slipped between
them. She could taste Roxanne's sweetness and a musky taste
she realized was her own. A week ago the thought would have
been unsettling to her, but now she greedily explored the
smaller woman's mouth.

     Roxanne was still wearing her corset and stockings from
the day before. Lauren could feel the cool materials against
her legs, hips and tummy. Her hands traced down the lacings
to the small of her lover's back, and further, until she
could feel the warm, silken skin of her ass. Roxanne's hands
covered her tits and squeezed gently. Lauren broke the kiss
and smacked Roxanne's ass at the same time.

     "Are you trying to kill me?!" she asked laughing
deeply.

     "Ummm, yes!" Roxanne replied kissing Lauren's nose and
massaging her boobs.

     Lauren rolled over, pinning her smaller lover beneath
her. Roxanne's legs and arms wrapped tightly around her
instantly. She still couldn't understand her lover's
enjoyment of being beneath her.

     "What has gotten into you? I would think after
yesterday you would still be asleep," Lauren said quietly.

     She had meant it as a joke, but Roxanne seemed to think
she was serious. Her brow knit in concentration and Lauren
decided to let her answer, rather than tell her she had been
joking.

     "Yesterday was like nothing I have ever experienced. It
wasn't just the sex, it was feeling loved and protected and
secure and happy," she said finally. The look on her face
was priceless and Lauren felt moved to kiss her again. It
was a soft kiss, lingering and meaningful.

     Lauren rolled off of Roxanne and stretched. The
aftershocks were still zipping through her, but she was also
very relaxed. Roxanne rolled over facing away from Lauren
and started to snuggle back against her. Lauren reared back
and slapped her ass.

     "Ow!" she ejaculated in surprise. She gave Lauren a
hurt look over her shoulder.

     "Get to work woman, you got me up and now I want
breakfast," Lauren said laughing.

     "Get your own breakfast," Roxanne said pouting.

     "Do you want to fail your audition?" Lauren asked.

     "Audition? For what?' Roxanne replied.

     "You don't remember?" Lauren said trying to keep her
voice and face serious.

     "No," Roxanne said in confusion now.

     "For my wife," Lauren said giggling. Roxanne looked at
her blankly for a moment and then began to giggle with her
as she remembered the off hand comments of a few days ago.
Lauren could hardly believe it had only been four days.

     "Well, I guess I have answered your question," she said
as she rose gracefully and got out of bed. Lauren just
watched her, enjoying the way she moved in the tight corset.
Each movement was deliberate, it wasn't the come-on antics
of a stripper, but it was very erotic to her nonetheless.

     As Roxanne bustled around the kitchen, Lauren propped
her head up on the pillows and closed her eyes. She again
enjoyed the sounds, and smells, of someone bustling around a
kitchen preparing food. She tried to sort out her feelings
and address the many questions this vacation had brought to
her. While it was only Tuesday, she realized that time was
running out on her.

     The real sticking point in her deliberations was what
Roxanne wanted. She was so difficult to read and Lauren knew
that her own feelings were inextricably tied to those of her
friend. The walk home had been their first real showing that
they were together in any sense other than friends. Roxanne
had seemed perfectly all right with it, but she had also
been totally out of it on her painkillers. Lauren was not
sure how she felt about it now, but she knew that it had
seemed very right at the time.

     Remembering the events of Sunday night inevitably
brought her mind to yesterday. She tried to remember how
many times they had made love. She eventually decided she
couldn't. She remembered all of them, but could not
delineate where any one ended, and the next began. She did
remember falling asleep between Roxanne's legs with her
strap on buried in her little lover and the redhead stroking
her hair. The memories were so vivid and so sexy that she
felt herself beginning to get horny again.

     "My God," she thought to herself. What is happening to
me? I should be asleep not getting hot again; her thoughts
were interrupted by Roxanne arriving at the bedside with her
breakfast.

     "Breakfast is served," she said and curtseyed.

     "Thank you my dear," Lauren replied. She ate heartily
and drank three cups of coffee. The food was good and the
coffee was excellent, but she knew a lot of it had to do
with her being hungry. She could not remember the last time
she had exerted so much energy in such a short space of
time. Instead of feeling tired though, she felt invigorated.

     Roxanne nibbled at the food on her plate, and kept
stealing glances at Lauren. When Lauren finished Roxanne
took the dishes away and washed them without a word. Lauren
rose and stretched, her legs were still a little wobbly and
she had to hold onto the bedpost for a bit until she could
be sure of them. She went to the bathroom noticing that
Roxanne's mood seemed to have changed in an instant.

     Roxanne's sudden quiet mood troubled her. She wondered
about it as she brushed her teeth. The smaller woman was
like a Chinese puzzle; with each bit discovered more
questions were raised. It troubled her, that she might be
falling for someone who was so unsure of herself.  Lauren
did not relish the idea of giving her heart to someone who
might up and decide this was wrong, and just disappear on
her. That was a pain she just couldn't deal with. She
realized she could easily drive herself nuts with this, and
pushed it firmly from her mind for the time being.

     She decided to take a shower, but after seeing the big
tub she decided a bubble bath would be even better. She
walked out of the bathroom to ask Roxanne if she had brought
any bath oil, knowing the redhead's penchant for pampering
herself. The room was empty, and the door that adjoined her
room was closed. This really disturbed her for some reason.
She was not normally a nosey person, but she was worried
about Roxanne. If they became a couple it was fine and good,
but she did not want to loose a friend if things did not
work out that way.

      She walked quietly to the adjoining door and tried it.
The handle turned easily and she pushed the door open a
fraction. Lauren put her head to the crack and peered in.
Roxanne was sitting on her bed and staring out the window.
One leg was curled under her, and her hair was hanging down
in a loose tumble. She looked so wistful, and utterly
vulnerable. Lauren felt her heart go out to that suddenly
tiny figure. The questions she was dealing with so badly,
had to be torturing her smaller friend. Lauren was sure that
the smaller woman was agonizing over the situation. She
wanted to just go to her, and hold her and tell her it was
all going to be alright. She fought back that impulse and
closed the door quietly. She would give Roxanne time to make
up her mind, but she was beginning to feel like she would
have to force the issue sooner or later.

     She returned to the bathroom with her emotions in
turmoil. With a sureness that surprised her she decided she
would have to find out tonight. There was no excuse for the
two of them to be in such a state on their vacations. If it
was to be it would be, if it wasn't then it wasn't.

     She decided to pass on the bath and started the shower.
She was distracted and nearly burned herself when she tested
the water temp on her arm. Cursing her own carelessness, she
turned on the cold water, and tested the temperature again.
It was hot, but not scalding, so she tossed her t-shirt on
the floor and stepped in under the stinging spray.

        The water was warm, and the thrumming spray felt
wonderful as it worked the tension and fatigue from her
muscles. Her mind moved back to the lone figure sitting on
her bed. She could not get that poignant image out of her
mind. If it had not been for her semi-nudity it might have
been a Rockwell painting. There was no question the Roxanne
could touch her heartstrings without even trying, but was
she in love with her? That question stood out again even
though she was trying very hard to ignore it.

     Her mind turned over her own feelings again but she
decided it was no use. The complexities of the situation
were far greater than any she had dealt with before. Without
a solid idea of where Roxanne stood, or wanted to stand, she
was just spinning her wheels and she knew it. Her mind
returned to the walk back from the carriage ride. How her
little friend would react to being seen in public would be a
very good gauge of where her mind was. Lauren had to know if
this was just a fling or a bedroom thing for her; or if she
was really falling in love. Lauren did not want to commit
herself to something where the feelings were this strong
without knowing, she could not take the pain of another
breakup. She growled in frustration when she realized she
was making circles in her head, crossing over ground she had
already walked.

     Her mind was pulled from her musings by a sound like a
knock on the bathroom door. She poked her head out of the
shower and listened again. After a pause the knock came
again.

     "Yes?" Lauren called.

     "Can I come in?" Roxanne called through the door.

     "Of course," Lauren called back.

     Roxanne came in and leaned against the counter. Her
eyes looked up and down Lauren's body bringing a blush to
her despite the intimacy they had shared. She was still
wearing her corset but she had removed her stockings. The
garters hung down at odd angles, no longer held tight by the
stockings.

     "Are you all right?" Lauren asked.

     "I am fine, I just need you to help me out of this
thing, I need a shower too," she replied with a smile. She
turned around and backed up so that Lauren could reach the
laces of the corset. Lauren untied them and pulled them out
until Roxanne could wiggle out of it.

     "Thank you," she said breathing deeply.

     "Gonna take a shower?" Lauren asked.

     "Yeppers," she replied, with on of the expressions she
had typed so often.

     "Why not join me?" Lauren said. Roxanne looked at her
and then at the tub dubiously.

     "Is there enough room for two?" she asked.

     "If they don't mind getting close," Lauren laughed.

     Roxanne smiled and Lauren helped her into the tub. They
were standing face to face with the water beating on
Lauren's back now. Roxanne seemed very tentative, and Lauren
decided she had never done this before. She stepped back
until she felt the cool tiles on her back and ass, and
pulled Roxanne to her at the same time. This brought the
smaller woman into the water. Lauren watched as it ran down
her body in rivulets and dripped from her tits. Roxanne
giggled and then sighed as the warm water beat down on her.

     "Nice isn't it?" Lauren asked as she let her hands slip
down Roxanne's sides to her hips.

     "Mmm, yes very nice," Roxanne replied. Her eyes were
closed and she brushed her hair back with both hands. Lauren
noticed that when it was wet her hair looked even darker.
She found herself wondering what she would look like as a
brunette.

     Lauren took the cake of lilac scented soap and
unwrapped it. She tossed the wax paper to the floor and
lathered up her hands with the pale, purple, soap. It was
very strong, and before she had even worked up a good
lather, the smell of lilacs mixed with the steam.

     Roxanne stood there looking rather nervous. Lauren
realized that she was very self-conscious about her
nakedness. Lauren smiled at the seeming incongruity there.
This was the same girl who had only a few minutes ago
brought her to orgasm with her tongue. Only, when you knew
her, really knew her, could you see that it was perfectly in
keeping with her complex personality. She smiled
reassuringly and put the bar of soap back on the soap dish.

     "Relax baby," she cooed and gently pushed Roxanne back
out of the spray of warm water. She placed her hands on
Roxanne's shoulders and began to rub the lather in spreading
it over her still damp skin. Lauren's hands were slick with
the soapy lather and glided over Roxanne's silken skin
easily, leaving a pale lavender foam wherever they touched.
The little redhead closed her eyes and relaxed under
Lauren's touch.

     Lauren thoroughly soaped up her shoulders and then let
her hands slide down the slope of her breasts. She reached
back and felt around with her left hand for the soap as her
right hand made circles around her lover's left breast. She
found the bar and brought it to Roxanne's chest. Soon she
had both of her breasts well lathered too. She kept circling
her hands around her tits, enjoying their weight and the way
her slick hands gilded over them. Roxanne's nipples were
hard and pointy and each time Lauren's hands slid over them
she would sigh and make small sounds in her throat.

      Lauren squeezed the slippery, soft flesh in her hands
and leaned forward to kiss her. Roxanne's lips were soft and
inviting, they parted immediately at the touch of Lauren's.
She pressed her tongue into Roxanne's mouth and felt the
redhead began to suck gently on it. Lauren released her
breasts and pressed forward until Roxanne's shoulder blades
were pined against the tiles.

     Lauren's upper body was pressed tightly to Roxanne's
and their mouths were locked together. Lauren released
Roxanne's tits and let her hands go to her lover's shapely
butt, which she began to lather up. Her own damp breasts
were pressed against Roxanne's and they slipped against them
as she moved her hands on Roxanne's ass. Her own nipples
were hard and sensitive and the gentle friction sent jagged
shocks thorough her tits as they slipped against Roxanne's.

     Roxanne moaned into her mouth, which Lauren found
wildly exciting. The smaller woman's hands went around
Lauren's shoulders. In doing so their nipples dragged
against one another causing them both to gasp, breaking
their kiss. Roxanne licked Lauren's upper lip sensuously and
Lauren shivered. The smaller woman smiled impishly and they
resumed their deep kiss. This time their tongues battled one
another, each trying to push into the other's warm mouth.
Lauren's hands were still busy, and soon her little lover's
ass and back were also slick and soapy. Lauren broke the
kiss long enough to hand the soap cake to Roxanne.

     "Your turn," she said smiling.

     Roxanne took her time lathering her hands up, but
Lauren didn't give her the chance to draw it out too long.
She pressed back against Roxanne and kissed her again. Their
tongues resumed the sweet battle and she felt her smaller
lover's hands on her back. Roxanne slid her hands down to
Lauren's ass, which she began to massage, working up more of
the lavender scented lather. The scent of the soap mixed
with the steam to fill the room, but Lauren could also smell
something else, a delicate undertone that was the scent of
their arousal.

     Lauren returned her hands to Roxanne's ass and began to
massage the soap in. The firm globes of her friend's butt
were incredibly soft to the touch. Lauren remembered the way
they had looked with her handprint on them. This made her
even more excited and she dug her fingers into the yielding
flesh. She let her hands drop to the point where Roxanne's
legs met her body and cupped her cheeks. Roxanne moaned
again. By this time she had lost the battle, and was busily
soaping up Lauren's behind and sucking on her probing
tongue.

     Lauren stiffened her index finger and ran it along the
crack of Roxanne's ass. The soap soon made a slick channel
and her finger glided easily up and down. Whenever it
crossed the small rosebud of her rear entrance Lauren could
feel the shivers run through the redhead's small frame.

     She pushed her finger downwards until she could feel
Roxanne's pussy and then brought her finger up and stopped
right over rear entrance. She slowly ran her finger back and
forth over the slippery track, probing at each entrance as
she touched it. Roxanne's hips began to jog involuntarily
whenever her lover's fingers toyed with her.

     Lauren pushed her finger into Roxanne's slick pussy and
felt the velvety tightness enfold her finger. She worked her
finger in and out until it was coated with Roxanne's natural
lubrication. She then drew it back up until she was pressing
against her anus. They were still kissing and Roxanne's eyes
were closed. Lauren opened hers and watched her friends face
as she pressed down with increasing force on her rosebud.
     She gently massaged Roxanne's asshole working her
juices into the opening and around it. She slipped her hand
back down and forced it back into the redhead's pussy
getting more of the slippery fluid on her fingers. She
returned to the smaller woman's rear and massaged more of
the lubricant into her hole. Roxanne seemed blissfully
unaware of where this was leading, and continued to
passionately kiss Lauren.

      Lauren knew from long and sometimes embarrassing
conversations, that Roxanne liked anal sex as much as she
did. She again stiffened her finger and pressed it against
Roxanne's rosebud. She moved her hand slightly and the angle
changed. The slickness of both her finger and Roxanne's ass
came into play and her lover's sphincter yielded to the
pressure. Lauren's finger slipped in up the first knuckle
before Roxanne's body tensed and gripped her fast. Roxanne's
eyes shot open and she tried to speak but Lauren only kissed
her harder. Her eyes held surprised panic but she was unable
to do anything to stop the gentle intrusion.

     Her hands gripped Lauren's butt tightly and then
relaxed as Lauren's finger pressed further into the tight,
hot recess. Lauren held her finger there just enjoying the
sensation of Roxanne's inner muscles gripping the intruding
finger. She pulled it back, reveling in the way her friend's
ass gripped her finger, like it didn't want it to leave. She
pressed in again, this time keeping up the pressure until
her entire finger was lodged in her little friend.

     Roxanne's body relaxed and her eyes closed again as she
returned to soaping Lauren's back. Lauren waited and then
slowly withdrew her finger until just the tip was inside and
then slowly pushed it back in. Roxanne emitted a surprised
little exclamation but did not resist. Lauren continued to
ravage Roxanne's mouth with her tongue and slowly built up a
rhythm while fingering her tight ass.

     Roxanne pulled Lauren tightly to her and kissed back
with increased passion. She let her hands come around
Lauren's hips and began to soap up her crotch. Her touch was
soft and tender and soon Lauren's pubes were matted with
lather and her pussy was slippery with more than soap.
Roxanne's finger slipped between her lips and began to
stroke back and forth over her inner folds. Lauren jumped
when her lover's fingers first brushed her clit. After a
while she slipped her finger into Lauren's hot slick channel
and soon matched her rhythm.

     For a long while they stayed there, pressed tightly to
one another and lost in their own sensations. Lauren's
recent orgasm had left her sensitive and she began to
respond to Roxanne's delicious fingering. Her hips began to
rock back and forth, meeting Roxanne's thrusts. This brought
the heel of her lover's hand into contact with her over
heated clit on each thrust and she could feel her orgasm
building quickly. This one was different from the powerful
one she had had earlier. It was less intense, if just as
pleasurable, but very different almost calm in comparison.
She shook and humped against Roxanne's hand riding the waves
with ease this time. Roxanne held her tightly with her free
hand and Lauren rested against her friend's chest until the
spasms had subsided.
     When she could stand again Roxanne withdrew her finger.
She smiled seductively and brought her finger to her mouth,
sucking it clean. She made a distressed face and jerked her
hand away from her mouth like it was hot. She licked her
lips once and then spit. Lauren looked at her quizzically.

     "Soap tastes nasty," she commented and then broke into
a fit of giggling. Lauren tried to keep a straight face but
it was impossible.

     "That's what ya get for being bad," she finally
managed.

     Lauren reluctantly withdrew her finger from Roxanne's
ass and pulled the smaller woman back until they were both
under the water. The warm jet washed the soap from their
upper bodies. Lauren pulled Roxanne tightly to her, feeling
her tits pressing into the smaller woman's full soft boobs.
Roxanne's arms snaked around her neck and she held her with
a strength that was surprising. They kissed again
passionately.

     They stayed like that for a long while, bodies pressed
tightly together with the warm water running down their
chests and pooling between them. Lauren returned her finger
to Roxanne's backdoor and pressed against her. It slipped in
easily this time, almost like her lover's ass was happy to
have it back. She quickly reestablished the rhythm she had
had earlier and it wasn't long before the little woman began
to respond to Lauren's renewed assault. She pressed back
against Lauren's hand and moaned softly around Lauren's
tongue. Lauren maneuvered her around until Roxanne was
pressed into the corner with her legs spread slightly. She
pressed her thigh firmly against Roxanne's wet, soapy
crotch.

     Lauren started to finger her faster and with more
force. This had the effect of driving Roxanne's pussy hard
against Lauren's thigh each time she drove her finger in.
Lauren established a rhythm she was happy with and grabbed a
tit with her free hand. She squeezed it and felt the warm
skin and its texture, like raw silk under her fingers.

     Roxanne was moaning continuously now and Lauren found
the sound incredibly erotic. She broke their long kiss and
began to nuzzle Roxanne's neck. Roxanne groaned and began to
hump against Lauren's thigh of her own accord. Her pussy was
wet and slick but it wasn't soap and water now. Lauren drove
her finger in faster and faster and began to pinch Roxanne's
nipple between her thumb and forefinger. This brought a long
series of moans and sighs. Her lover was getting close now
and Lauren was learning to recognize the signals.

     Lauren drove her finger in deep and wiggled it around,
while banging her thigh against Roxanne's pussy. The
redheaded woman screamed as she came, and it was music to
Lauren's ears. The ability to make her lover loose control
like that was intoxicating.

     She kept it up until Roxanne stopped shaking and
quivering and then withdrew her finger. The water was
beginning to get cold so she grabbed the washcloth and
rubbed Roxanne down with it. She smiled to her self when her
smaller lover jumped involuntarily as the cloth touched her
nipples and pussy. Roxanne took the cloth from her and
washed the reaming soap from Lauren's body.

     Lauren shut off the water and stepped out of the
shower. She took one of the big fluffy towels and held it
out for Roxanne. The redhead stepped out and Lauren wrapped
it around her and began to towel her off. By the time she
finished Roxanne's pale skin was rosy pink. Lauren wrapped
the towel around herself, and took Roxanne's hand and half
led, half dragged her out into the main room. Roxanne was
giggling and grabbed a towel, which she tried to wrap around
herself.

     She was trying to hold up the towel she had wrapped
around herself, when they reached the bed. Lauren snatched
the towel off and pushed her none to gently onto her back.

     "What?" she started.

     Lauren dropped to her knees and pulled Roxanne towards
her until her ass was on the edge of the bed. She put her
smaller lover's thighs on her shoulders and smiled at her.

     "Oh no, I can't take any more!' Roxanne protested.

     Instead of answering Lauren kissed her thigh. The skin
was warm and soft and her lips barely brushed it. Roxanne
stopped speaking and struggling and moaned softly. An
aftershock from her recent orgasm ran through her small
frame, and Lauren smiled. She kissed the place where her
legs joined her body, and trailed her tongue along the
sensitive crease. Roxanne shuddered and her legs drew up
involuntarily. Only her lack of leverage kept her from
pulling away from Lauren's probing tongue.

     Lauren gripped her tighter and continued to lick her
soft skin, working her way closer and closer to her hot
little pussy. Roxanne moaned softly, while she tightly held
onto the comforter. Lauren reached her damp, pubic hair and
kissed her firmly at the top of her slit. This brought a
gasp of pleasure from Roxanne's lips.

     The scent was part lilacs, and part arousal, and
thoroughly sweet to Lauren's nose. She used her fingertips
to part the puffy lips of her lover's pussy. The inner folds
were still sticky with the juices from her orgasm and
glistened in the light. Lauren used the tip of her tongue to
trace along her lover's lips, and then plunged in to lap up
the sweetness she found there.

     Roxanne wiggled and squirmed as her lover's tongue
caressed her most sensitive areas. Lauren took her time,
tonguing and licking her with slow, soft strokes. She
purposefully avoided Roxanne's clit except for occasional
touches. Slowly, she built up the tension in her lover's
body. She was beginning to pick up on the things that made
Roxanne feel best by this time.

     It did not take long before her lover's hips began to
jog and her breath came in sharp gasps. Lauren was not going
to tease her much this time because she had plans for the
evening. She wanted Roxanne to be relaxed and happy, but not
exhausted. She flattened her tongue and swiped it repeatedly
over her friends love button. Roxanne tossed her head from
sided to side and screeched loudly.

     Lauren sucked her hard little clit into her mouth and
gently bit, using her lips to cushion her teeth. Roxanne
screamed like a banshee and came. To Lauren it felt like her
friend was having a seizure, her whole body seemed to be
shaking. Her thighs clenched tightly to the sides of
Lauren's head and then slowly relaxed. Lauren got up and
wiped the wetness from her face. She lay down next to her
smaller friend, and held her as the aftershocks rocked her.
Roxanne curled up in her arms and was soon fast asleep.

     Lauren decided to let her rest and quietly got out of
the bed. She went to settee with the phone book and sat
down. It took her several minutes to find what she was
looking for.

                    *       *          *         *        *
*

     It was nearly four in the afternoon when Lauren sat on
the bed next to Roxanne. She was sleeping deeply, her chest
rising and falling in a soft rhythm. She had rolled up under
the comforter at some point during the day. Lauren bent over
and kissed her shoulder several times working towards her
neck. She murmured something in her sleep and then woke with
a start.

     "Shhhh," Lauren said quietly and kissed her cheek. She
relaxed and smiled at Lauren and then yawned. Lauren had to
smile; she was so damn cute sometimes.

     "What time is it?" she asked sleepily.

     "Nearly four, time for you to get up sleepy head,"
Lauren replied.

     "Do I have to?" she asked in a voice that was very
childlike.

     "Don't make me tickle you," Lauren said chuckling
softly.

     "I'm up!" she responded sitting quickly.

     Lauren reached to the bedside table and handed her a
hot cup of coffee. She took it and sipped on it for a while
before she spoke again.

     "Why do I have to get up?" she asked at last.

      Lauren looked at her and considered just how to
respond to that. Her plans were all made but she had not
been able to decide how to approach this part of it. She had
hoped a glib answer would come but she found herself sitting
quietly while Roxanne looked at her expectantly.

     "I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date
with me," Lauren said, haltingly.

     "A date?" Roxanne asked, looking at her strangely.

     "Yes, a date," Lauren replied.

     "What do you mean by a date?" she asked after a
moment's hesitation.

     "Just that. I am asking you if you would go on a date
with me," Lauren said, feeling foolish. Maybe this had not
been such a good idea after all she thought.

     "I don't understand," Roxanne said.

     "What's not to understand?" Lauren asked.

     "What do you mean by a date? We have been going out
together since we got here," she said.

     "I know, but that has been as friends. I am asking you
out as my date," Lauren patiently explained.

     "Oh," she said softly. Lauren watched as she realized
what was being asked of her. Lauren was very interested in
how she would react and watched her face closely. She could
see that Roxanne was considering what the question implied,
as a blush rose to her cheeks.

     "Well?" Lauren asked when the silence became
unbearable.

     "I would be happy to," Roxanne said in a whisper.

     "Thank you," Lauren said as she kissed her cheek. She
sat back and looked intently at her smaller friend. Roxanne
seemed to be lost in thought.

     "You had better go and get ready," Lauren said smiling.

     "Where are we going?" Roxanne asked as she shrugged off
the comforter.

     "It's a surprise," Lauren replied rising.

     "But I need to know what to wear," Roxanne said as
Lauren helped her up from the bed.

     "Dress casual dressy," Lauren said happily.

     "Casual dressy, some help you are!" Roxanne groused as
she disappeared into her own room.

     Lauren smiled to herself and went to her bathroom to
get ready. She put her hair back in a ponytail since that
was the easiest way to deal with it. She quickly put on her
makeup and brushed her teeth. She looked in the mirror
critically for a moment, and then a wry smile creased her
face. She would never understand what Roxanne saw in her,
and she knew that the smaller woman thought the exact same
thing when she looked into the mirror.

     Lauren shrugged out of the oversized sweatshirt she was
wearing and kicked off the comfortable sandals she favored.
She tossed her sweatpants on top of the shirt and went to
her dresser.

     As she donned her plain bra and panties she could not
help but wonder what Roxanne would choose to wear. She
laughed out loud when she realized what she was thinking
about. Lauren had never considered underwear as anything
more than a necessity. She had found it amusing that Roxanne
was slowly changing her mind about that. Not that she was
interested in wearing any of her lover's frillys, but she
had to admit her little lover's lingerie did make her more
desirable.

     Lauren pushed those thoughts from her mind and
struggled into a pair of comfortable black jeans. A black
silk blouse and black, dressy boots completed her outfit.
She hung her new pendant outside of the blouse where its
garnet eyes winked at her.

     Satisfied with her appearance she sat down and turned
on the television. An hour passed and she was beginning to
fidget. She wondered if perhaps Roxanne was having second
thoughts. Lauren got up and went to the door but it was
locked. She knocked on it and heard a muffled voice on the
other side.

     "What?"

     "Are you about ready?" Lauren called.

     "Getting there," Roxanne replied.

     "Well hurry up!" Lauren called back.

     "Patience!" Roxanne called back.

     Lauren snorted and went to the kitchenette. She poured
herself a generous drink and went back to the settee. She
was on her second drink when her impatience got the better
of her and she knocked on the door again.

     "Yes?" the muffled voice called.

     "Are you coming or not?" Lauren demanded.

     "Be there in a minute," the voice replied.

     Lauren threw her hands up in frustration and returned
to the settee. She was about to get up and beat on the door
when it opened and Roxanne came in. Lauren's mouth dropped
open and she just stared without making a sound.

      Roxanne wore her hair long tonight and it fell around
her bare shoulders in a gentle cascade. Her dress was
absolutely beautiful; it was black silk embroidered with
oriental dragons in a slightly less dark shade of black. The
bodice was tight with a scoop neck that revealed a good bit
of her cleavage. The skirt was straight and fell only to mid-
thigh. Her legs were encased in delicate black stockings
with seams up the back and a rose embroidered in black lace
just above her left ankle. She had on black stilettos, with
four and a half inch spike heels, these buckled around her
ankle with small silver buckles and a thin strap. Her nails
were bright red and so were her lips. Her makeup was
impeccable and she had obviously spent a great deal of time
to get it just right. A belt of silver discs around her
waist completed the outfit.

     She had a small silver anklet on, and a matching
bracelet. Around her neck was a very delicate silver chain
of tiny links. Suspended from the chain was a silver
crucifix, which hung low enough to almost be lost in the
cleft between her breasts. A small black velvet handbag hung
from her shoulder by a black strap. She was absolutely
stunning.

      Lauren stood up and approached her, still unable to
utter a word. She had no idea that her friend could look
like this. Roxanne watched her with a curious expression.
Lauren stopped in front of her and just stared her mouth
working but no sound coming.

     "Well?" Roxanne asked.

     "Beautiful," Lauren whispered.

     "Worth the wait?" she asked with a small smile.

     "Definitely,' Lauren replied.

     Roxanne beamed and Lauren hugged her gently, taking
care not to wrinkle her dress or muss her makeup or hair.
Roxanne hugged back and kissed her cheek.

     "Ready?" Lauren asked finding her voice at last.

     Roxanne nodded and followed her out of the room. They
walked down the hall and took the elevator to the first
floor. When they reached the entrance Lauren pulled open the
heavy glass door and held it for her. Roxanne blushed a
little as she walked out into the night. Lauren followed
her, admiring the way her heels forced her butt out and
added a saucy wiggle to her walk. She hailed a cab and held
the door open for Roxanne, and then slid into the seat next
to her as she scooted over.

     Roxanne sat primly with her legs crossed. Her hem had
ridden up a little and Lauren thought for a moment she could
see her stocking tops. Lauren smiled when Roxanne's hand
automatically tugged her hem down.

     "Where to ladies?" the driver asked.

     "Turconti's Restaurant," Lauren replied.

     The driver nodded and flipped the meter. He accelerated
smoothly out of the hotel's driveway and up the darkened
street. Lauren sat back and relaxed enjoying the music and
the ride. The driver had some kind of exotic Caribbean music
going, it was very sensual.

     Turconti's Surf and Turf was one of the new restaurants
on the old waterfront. It was built with a weathered wood
fa^Çade and a nautical motif. The walkway was lined with
ships ropes, and a great anchor was mounted on a concrete
pedestal out front. The cab pulled up to the sidewalk and
Lauren got out before the driver could. She held the door
and helped Roxanne out and then paid the driver. There was a
large line at the door and people sat on benches and leaned
on the railing outside watching the traffic on the
Mississippi River.

     "Maybe we should go somewhere else Lauren," Roxanne
said.

     "Nonsense," Lauren replied and led her friend up to the
end of the line.

     "I hate waiting in line," Roxanne whispered to her.

     "I know," Lauren replied with a smile. They stood in
line as it moved forward. Couples and families moved past
them back to the front porch carrying brightly colored
beepers that would let them know when their table was ready.
Soon they were standing second in line.

     "It will be a forty-five minute to an hour wait," the
young girl at the hostess station said.

     The man shook his head and guided his girlfriend out
without taking a pager. Lauren could hear him cursing under
his breath while his girlfriend whined about wanting to eat
here. The girl gave them an apologetic smile.

     "Table for two?" she asked in a tired voice.

     "We have reservations," Lauren said winking at Roxanne
when her face showed relief.

     The girl found their reservations and a waiter seated
them. They had a small booth with deep blue upholstery and a
checkered blue and white tablecloth. The booth was cozy with
high, gray, wood walls separating it from the booth behind
Lauren. A candle on the table supplemented the indirect glow
of track lighting.

     The menus were sitting on the table, and the waiter
dropped off two glasses of water before he moved over to
another table to take their order. Lauren took her menu and
scanned it quickly. She had asked about the food when she
made reservations, and quickly found the dinner recommended
by the person she had spoken to. The Fisherman's Platter was
three filets of fish of your choice, 6 shrimp boiled or
fried, 6 oysters fried or on the half shell, scallops,
stuffed crab or crabs legs and a salad or soup. Lauren knew
she would not be able to eat all of that food, but it would
give her the widest variety, and she could always take home
the uneaten portions.

     The waiter returned. He was a handsome, young man, with
unruly black hair, and sexy brown eyes. He was lanky and
tall and looked rather ridiculous in the flatboatman outfit
that all the waiters wore.

     "Are y'all ready to order?" he asked in a thick
southern drawl.

     "Give us a few more minutes," Lauren said after
glancing at Roxanne and seeing the blank expression on her
face.

     "Sure, can I get you something from the bar?" he
replied

     "I'll take a crown and seven, and she wants a Long
Island Ice Tea," Lauren replied.

     "Sure thing, I will be right back," he said hurrying
off. Lauren kept the menu in front of her but watched
Roxanne over the top of it. She seemed to be fine and looked
intently at her menu.

     "What ya having?" Lauren asked.

     "I think I will have the steak and crab legs," she
said.

     "What do you want to drink?" Lauren asked.

     "Sweet tea," she said.

     "Ewwww," Lauren said wrinkling her nose.

     The waiter returned with the drinks and sat them down
on the table. He took a pad out of the apron around his
waist and a pencil from behind his ear.

     "Ready to order?" he asked.

     "I think we are," Lauren said glancing at Roxanne.

     "All righty, what'll it be?" he replied.

     "I'll have the Fisherman's Platter," Lauren said.

     "Fish?" he asked jotting something down.

     "Catfish, blackened," she replied.

     "Oysters fried or half-shell?" he asked

     "Fried," she replied after a moment's hesitation. She
wasn't real keen on oysters one way or the other.

     "Shrimp?"

     "Fried," Lauren replied deciding to not worry about
calories tonight.

     "Stuffed crab or Legs?"

     "Legs, with butter please," she said as her mouth began
to water, she was really hungry now she realized.

     "Soup or Salad?"

     "Salad, blue cheese dressing,"

     "And to drink?"

     "Unsweetened tea," She replied.

     "And for you?" he asked turning his attention to
Roxanne. She started to speak but Lauren cut her off.

     "She is having the London broil and crabs legs," Lauren
said watching her intently. Roxanne looked startled and
blushed, but made no effort to assert herself. The waiter
turned his attention back to Lauren.

     "Rare, Medium or Well?" he asked.

     "Well," she said automatically.

     "Soup or salad?"

     "What's the soup?" Lauren asked.

     "French onion," he replied.

     "She'll have the soup and sweet tea to drink," Lauren
said.

     "Great, I'll have your teas out in a just a moment,
would you like me to just leave a pitcher?" he replied.

     "Please," Lauren said smiling.

     After he left Lauren turned her gaze Roxanne. The
smaller woman returned her stare for a short time then
looked away blushing.

     "What's the matter?" Lauren asked.

     "Nothing!" Roxanne replied quickly. Lauren arched an
eyebrow and said nothing. She took a sip of her drink and
watched her smaller friend. Lauren could tell the drawn out
silence was making her nervous. She had begun to fidget, and
her eyes darted around ceaselessly.

     "I just didn't expect you to order for me," she blurted
out finally.

     "Did it bother you?" Lauren asked.

     "No, it was just unexpected and a little embarrassing,"
she said thoughtfully.

     "I asked you out on this date, it is customary for the
one who asks to order and pay isn't it?" Lauren said.

      "Well, yes I guess it is," she responded.

      "And you really like it when your date takes charge
don't you?" Lauren pressed.

     "Well, yes," she replied blushing again.

     "But you don't want me to?" Lauren said quietly.

     "I didn't say that!" she replied quickly.

     "Then what's the problem?" Lauren asked with a smile.

     "It's just that everyone will know, I mean people will
think.." she stammered.

     "Are you embarrassed to be with me?" Lauren asked. She
was enjoying the pretty blush on her friend's cheeks and the
confusion written on her face. More than that, she was
determined to find out how Roxanne felt this very night. Her
own mind was fairly close to being made up, but she had to
know what Roxanne wanted before she would open herself up.

     "No!" she said plaintively.

     "Then what's the problem?" Lauren said smiling.

     "It's just.. never mind," she said quietly.

     Lauren let it drop for the moment. She would have her
answer before the night was out, but if she pushed to hard,
she might drive Roxanne away, and she didn't want that.

     They finished their drinks and the food came. The meal
was excellent and the quiet buzz of many conversations
filled the restaurant. Roxanne was very quiet, chewing her
food slowly with a pensive expression. Lauren had expected
this. She was beginning to learn how her new lover ticked.
She still found her friend's quick and deep withdrawals into
herself to be disconcerting. Her own nature was more open
and explosive, and it took a great deal of mental acuity to
glimpse things from Roxanne's view.

     The waiter came with the check, and Lauren took it
automatically. She passed on taking the extra food home,
when she realized she didn't want to be carrying it around
all night and that she didn't want to go back to the hotel
either.

     "Can I get you anything else?" he asked taking their
plates.

     "Two coffees please," Lauren said.

     "Coming right up," he said with a smile. He returned
with two large china cups of coffee on small saucers. Lauren
took her time fixing hers and watched Roxanne. The smaller
woman doctored hers almost mechanically, and took a sip
without seeming to taste it.

     "Are you all right?" she asked softly.

     "Hmm? Yes, I am fine," she replied. Her voice was
lowered, barely above a whisper.

     "So what would you like to do now?" Lauren asked.

     "Whatever you want to," the redhead replied

     "I was thinking we might take a walk in the park, and
maybe go to a club if you're up for it," Lauren said.

     "That sounds nice," Roxanne replied.

     "Are you sure you're all right?" Lauren asked. She was
becoming concerned at the strange look on her friends face,
and the faraway tone to her voice. Lauren's hand was on the
table tapping nervously. She had not even noticed it was
there until Roxanne placed her own gently upon it.

     "I am fine," she said. She stared at Lauren then with
such gentle love in her eyes, that it was almost painful for
Lauren to look back at her.

     Lauren nodded but couldn't speak. That gentle touch had
totally unnerved her. All of the certainty she had built up
vanished like a cloud under the bright sun. That simple
touch and the accompanying look related to her a love so
deep, and tender, and gentle, that she couldn't comprehend
it. She knew now that she would wait for her answer for as
long as it took, she would never be able to push that
question as she had planned. Roxanne sipped her coffee and
it took Lauren a moment to realize that Roxanne had not
removed her hand.

     They finished their coffee in a silence that was deep
and meaningful. The night seemed pregnant with something
that Lauren was not at all sure of. The small booth seemed
to be insulated from the world around it, a haven for just
the two of them. There was a build up of something that
became more and more unbearable as the minutes passed.

     "Are you ready?" she asked at last.

     "Yes," Roxanne replied. Her face was red with a blush
that had no explanation.

     They rose and walked to the counter where Lauren paid
for the meal. Roxanne had walked ahead of her so she was not
in the way of the people in line behind Lauren. When they
started for the door she was in front of Lauren. She stopped
at the door and waited, it took Lauren a second to realize
she was waiting for her to hold the door.

     Lauren quickly opened it and held it for her, and she
smiled at her as she went out.

                    ***          ***            ****  ****

     Willie's was a small jazz club off the main strip in
the quarter. Lauren had made several calls to other clubs
before she found it. Tonight's act was a jazz trio she had
seen back home some months before. Their sound was classic
jazz, with a bluesy undertone that she found very sensual.
She hoped Roxanne would like them too.

     She found the place, and the two of them entered
through the scarred wooden door. The inside was smoky from
countless cigarettes and cigars. This haze, and the low
lights, made it difficult to see very much upon entering. As
her eyes adjusted Lauren made out a small club with a few
booths along the walls. The majority of the patrons were
black, and seated at the wooden tables arrayed in front of
the small stage. Each table was covered in a red or white
cloth that stretched to the floor. Canned music was being
piped through the speaker system. Lauren was glad of it
since she took it to mean they had not missed the opening
act.

     An overweight black man, with graying temples, and
black sunglasses, sat behind a section of counter that had
been converted into a security station. He was leaned back
in a corner on a bar stool, with a half empty bottle of
whiskey.

     "Evening ladies, y'all here for the show?" he asked in
a deep bass voice that seemed to rumble up from his chest.

     "Yes we are," Lauren replied pleasantly.

     He sat forward on his stool and put his elbows on the
counter. With one hand he lifted his shades and stared at
Roxanne.

     "You sure your old enough to be in here missy?" he
asked. Roxanne blushed, but before she could reply he smiled
warmly and laughed. Lauren smiled too.

     "It's a ten dollar cover tonight," he said.

     Lauren placed a twenty on the counter and he took it.
He put it into an open cigar box on the counter, and
retrieved two blue tickets like one would win at the fair.

     "Free drink tickets, enjoy the show," he said smiling
and sat back to take another swig of whiskey.

     They made their way through the crowded tables, towards
a secluded booth with a good view of the stage. Lauren
noticed that they were getting a lot of looks. Most of them
were appraising looks from the men. The majority were
directed at Roxanne, and Lauren felt a confusing mixture of
pride and jealousy.

     The booth held a small, round table, with the
upholstered bench in a semi-circle around it. The upholstery
was faux leather, and had once been red, now it was a dingy
maroon color, with many stains and cigarette burns. The
table was a very darkly stained wood, with a multitude of
cuts and scratches. Roxanne sat and scooted towards the back
part of the circle so she could see the stage. Lauren sat on
the other side of the booth and scooted back as well. They
were now seated next to each another in the deepest part of
the arc that the bench formed.

      The table was between them and the stage. A tired
looking waitress in a faded dancehall girl outfit wound
through the tables taking orders. She reached them on her
way back towards the bar.

     "Drinks?" she inquired in a pleasant but tired voice.

     "Crown and seven for me and a glass of wine for her,"
Lauren said.

     "White or red?" the waitress asked.

     "Do you have a merlot?" Lauren asked.

     "Yes," she said scanning a laminated card taped to the
back of her order pad.

     "What kind?" Lauren asked.

     "Stellenbosh?" she said pronouncing it slowly.

     "That's fine," Lauren said.

     She took both of the tickets from Lauren's hand and
disappeared from their view in the direction of the bar.
Lauren turned to find Roxanne staring at her with an amused
expression.

     "What?" Lauren said.

     "Wine?" She replied with a small grin.

     "You wanted something else?" Lauren asked. She captured
Roxanne's eyes with her own and her gaze bored into them.
The redhead blushed, but did not attempt to break the hold
Lauren's eyes had on her. The blush became deeper, and
Lauren felt the world close in until it seemed to consist of
just the two of them.

     The waitress returned with their drinks and the moment
passed. Roxanne took a gulp of her wine and looked around.
Lauren sipped her drink and also glanced at the rest of the
club she could see. There were a few tables between their
booth and the stage. Lauren noticed a small section of the
floor to their right was sectioned off as a dance floor. The
music coming through the speakers ended abruptly and the
lights dimmed.

     For a second it was absolutely dark, and then the stage
lights came up. These illuminated the stage well, but left
their booth cloaked in deep shadow. There were some scraping
sounds as people seated in chairs adjusted them so that they
could see the stage. Four men filed out of a curtained side
entrance and approached the stage accompanied by mild
applause.

     Lauren's attention was diverted from the stage when she
felt Roxanne shift her body. She turned to look at her
smaller friend to see she had tucked her leg under her body,
and was leaning back into the cushion. She was holding her
wine glass in both hands, and Lauren noticed with a small
smile that it was almost empty.

     Lauren caught the waitress's attention and held up a
finger and then pointed to Roxanne. The waitress nodded and
continued to take orders from around the floor. The band
started their first number and Lauren sat back and closed
her eyes. The first number had a very strong bass line that
thrummed through the small club. Behind Lauren's eyes the
red and green clouds coalesced and tumbled to the beat of
the music.

     Her mind slipped back to the day before. She remembered
lying on top of Roxanne, with the strap-on deep inside her
little friend. They had both orgasmed, and the little
redhead had said I love you, or mouthed it rather, no sounds
had come. Did she mean that? Was she prepared to accept all
that went with it?

     The waitress arrived and placed the second glass of
wine on the table. Lauren gave her money and a good tip.
Roxanne put her first glass down and picked up the second.
She took another gulp of it and sat back again. Her eyes
closed, and she soon began to sway with the music. The next
song was a slower one, filled with soulful wailing and
powerful percussion.

     Lauren leaned back again. Her shoulder touched
Roxanne's and she closed her eyes, just enjoying the music
and the pleasant buzz she had on. She was feeling a little
horny, and a lot frustrated. She longed for some sign from
Roxanne besides the shy smiles and anxious glances. She was
in such turmoil inside over what she should do. She wanted
something definitive from her little friend, something that
would allow her to make up her own mind.

     The song ended and Lauren opened her eyes. Roxanne was
still sitting with her eyes closed and her glass in her
hand. Most of her wine was gone and Lauren had to smile to
herself. She looked hot now and Lauren put her arm around
her lover and pulled her close before she really thought
about what she was doing. If she had given little thought to
the action Roxanne seemed to give it even less. She snuggled
close to Lauren and finished her wine, placing the near-
empty glass on the table.

     The booth was still dark but their eyes had adjusted to
the dim light, as had others in the bar. Lauren looked down
at Roxanne to see that she was looking up at her with those
big green eyes. They held a restrained excitement that she
found very appealing. The music was slow and soulful now,
almost prompting her to make a move.

     Lauren leaned down and Roxanne's eyes closed as her
lips parted slightly. Lauren parted her own lips and pressed
them to Roxanne's. Roxanne's lips were warm and yielding and
Lauren slipped her tongue between them for the briefest
moment and then pulled back. Roxanne's eyes were still
closed and as Lauren watched her tongue lick her lips.
Lauren could taste her lover's lipstick on her own lips. She
looked back to the stage feeling someone's eyes on her.

     She quickly located the source of her feelings. A man
and woman were sitting at a table near the stage, but
neither was watching the performers. Both of them were
staring directly at her and Roxanne. Lauren felt a little
self-conscious, but returned their frank stares. It only
took her a few minutes to realize that they were both
involved in more than watching. The girl's arm was
rhythmically working on something under the table, and
Lauren had no doubt on what. For his part, the man's hand
was also out of sight, and the expression on the woman's
face left little doubt where his hand rested. The man smiled
and raised his glass to her.

     Lauren looked down on her own lover's face and nodded
her head to indicate the couple. A frown crossed her face
and she stared at the taller woman curiously. Lauren smiled
and shook her head slightly, and then took Roxanne's chin in
her hand and kissed her again. She felt her lover's soft
lips part, and was surprised when it was Roxanne's small,
pink tongue that darted into her mouth. Lauren accepted the
kiss for a few moments and then broke it. She pulled her
head back and turned Roxanne's head to show her the couple
watching them.

     She looked blankly out at the crowd for a few moments
and then a deep blush rose to her face. She turned to Lauren
and hid her face in her hands. Lauren slipped her hands
inside of Roxanne's and raised her face. She stared into her
eyes and smiled. Roxanne was very embarrassed, but she
smiled back at Lauren.

     The music was still going, now a deep bluesy song with
the lead singer almost mumbling the words. Lauren lowered
her head once again to Roxanne's. Their lips met and Lauren
kissed her deeply allowing her tongue to probe into
Roxanne's mouth. She could still taste the sweetness of the
wine and searched through her lover's mouth for little
pockets of it. Roxanne accepted the kiss in the soft,
accepting way Lauren had come to expect from her.

     Lauren had begun to really enjoy that aspect of her new
relationship. The soft, yielding nature of her smaller lover
was in such contrast to the men she had dated before. The
caring and concern, as well as the vulnerability that were
so integral to Roxanne's make up, brought out Lauren's
protective side. While that same softness and vulnerability
excited her tremendously.

     Lauren slipped her hand down and squeezed Roxanne's
knee gently as her tongue continued to probe. The little
woman shivered and sighed softly, the sound lost in Lauren's
mouth. Their tongues continued to battle and Lauren slowly
worked her hand up until she was gently kneading Roxanne's
thigh. The smaller woman was holding onto her tightly, but
was making no attempt to stop Lauren. This surrender to her
desires, when the smaller woman was well aware that they
were being watched touched Lauren. This was close to the
kind of sign she was hoping for.

     The song ended and Lauren was vaguely aware of the lead
singer saying thank you. Her mind was not working very
quickly, and both she and Roxanne were surprised when the
house lights came up. Their kiss broke quickly as they
turned and managed to appear normal. Lauren was relieved to
see that only the couple that had been watching all along
was aware of what they had been doing. She didn't really
care, but she did not want Roxanne to be too embarrassed.
Her eyes strayed to the small dance floor as several couples
began to dance to the stereo music. Her eyes returned to her
lover.

     Roxanne was staring at the couple that had been
watching them. Lauren followed her gaze and saw that they
were now kissing passionately, oblivious to what was going
on around them. No one seemed to notice or care.
Conversations went on around them, and the waitress even
passed near, but they continued to kiss.

     Lauren slipped her arms around Roxanne and pulled the
startled woman to her. Roxanne looked up questioningly, but
Lauren simply lowered her head and kissed her. Roxanne's
lips parted and accepted her tongue, and soon they were
kissing passionately, oblivious to the club around them.
When the lights went down for the band's second set, Lauren
moved her hand back to Roxanne's thigh.

     She was startled when she felt Roxanne pull her skirt
hem up allowing Lauren's hand to rest on her stockings. She
broke the kiss and looked questioningly at the redhead, who
smiled prettily and shrugged. Lauren smiled and glanced over
at the couple at the table. The woman was staring at her
with a penetrating gaze while the man's head lolled back.
Her arm was moving quickly and Lauren assumed he was getting
close to cumming.

      Her mind was drawn back to her own lover when she felt
Roxanne's hand gently squeeze her left breast. She looked
back in surprise and Roxanne leaned up and kissed her. This
caught Lauren off guard and was totally unexpected. The
redhead pressed her advantage and her small tongue invaded
Lauren's mouth. Lauren felt the redhead turn and capture her
right breast in her other hand. Her tongue ravished Lauren's
mouth while her hands gently fondled and squeezed her
breasts.

     Lauren recovered from her surprise and kissed back
hard. Their tongues battled for supremacy for a while as
Lauren's hand moved up her lover's thigh to lightly brush
her panty-covered crotch. The contact of her fingers on
Roxanne's pussy caused the smaller woman to gasp, it was all
the pause Lauren needed to take back the initiative. Her
tongue forced its way into Roxanne's warm mouth, and her
little hands reflexively closed on Lauren's breasts making
her body start.

     Lauren continued to gently stroke Roxanne's pussy while
the smaller woman worked over her breasts. She seemed to be
fascinated with them, her hands stroking, circling,
squeezing, and hefting them. She cupped one then the other
and gently pinched the nipples through Lauren's blouse and
bra. Lauren began to really wish they were back in the hotel
room.
     She traced her fingers along the silky panties and then
moved back to the soft skin of Roxanne's thigh. She knew she
could easily have the smaller woman in a terrible state if
she continued in that direction, but she was not aiming for
that tonight. She wanted to put an end to the turmoil in her
mind. Bringing the smaller woman to orgasm in a crowded bar
with people watching, was not likely to put her in the frame
of mind Lauren wanted. On the other hand having her hot and
bothered might have it's own rewards she thought wryly.

      If Lauren was trying to keep things at a controlled
level, it quickly became apparent to her that Roxanne was
not. Her warm hands were gently stroking Lauren's breasts
and cupping them. She took the nipples between thumb and
forefinger and squeezed, then began to slowly roll them
between her fingers. Lauren could feel that she was
beginning to lubricate, and knew if she wanted to keep her
own mind focused she would have to slow it down.

     She wrapped Roxanne up in her arms and pulled her close
breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear.

     "Do you like the band, baby?" she whispered huskily. It
was only when she heard her own voice that she realized just
how worked up the little redhead had her.

     "Yes, very sexy," Roxanne whispered to her.

      "Good," Lauren smiled. The hugged one another tightly
and both of them glanced towards the couple at the other
table as if they were of one mind. The girl was gone or it
appeared that way at first. Lauren realized she was under
the table a few seconds before Roxanne did. Both giggled
like schoolgirls as the guy flashed them a toothy grin.
Lauren took a swallow of her drink and then held it to
Roxanne's lips. She took a sip and made a face. Lauren
laughed and finished her drink. Both women cuddled together
in the dark cozy booth, until the band finished it's set and
the houselights came up.

     Lauren glanced at the table across from them; the girl
was rising with a spoon in her hand. No one seemed to notice
anything amiss, but she glanced at Lauren and Roxanne and
winked. As she did so, she opened her mouth into a seductive
"O" revealing that her tongue was covered in white. Lauren
heard Roxanne gasp and turned to look at the smaller woman.
She was beet red and Lauren found herself chuckling.

     "Ready to go?" she asked.

     "Yeah, defiantly" Roxanne replied.

     They both scooted out of the booth and walked to the
front door. The doorman had finished his bottle and was
smiling broadly. He leaned forward as they approached the
door.

     "Ev'nin ladies, come again," he rumbled as they passed.

     Outside the club the darkness was total. A few steps
away from the dimly lit doorway and they were surrounded by
the velvety New Orleans night. Lauren picked her way
carefully along the street; she had laid the route out
carefully in her mind. The next intersection would lead them
towards their hotel by way of the park. At least she hoped
it would. Roxanne walked along next to her lost in her own
thoughts. Lauren did not disturb her, she was preoccupied
herself with finding the right route.

     The narrow street they were on opened suddenly into a
beautiful square. The buildings facing the square were all
of the same design with tile roofs and covered balconies.
The park was surrounded by a short, decorative, wrought-iron
fence, huge oaks decorated with Spanish moss filled the
park, and a small walkway wound between them. At the center
of the park, a statue of a man on a horse was illuminated by
ground floods. It was fashioned in white marble, and seemed
to glow in the light. The path was not illuminated, and
there were many dark nooks where couples could hide as well
as a few benches.

     An impromptu trio played at the entrance to the park.
The leader was a tall, thin black man with a trumpet. He was
flanked by a smallish white man with a guitar, and a very
young black kid playing bongos. The sound was a mix of jazz
and reggae and was not at all unpleasant. The guitar case
was open in front of them, and a few coins rested in it.

     Lauren stopped and waited while Roxanne fished a dollar
out of her purse and tossed it into the open guitar case.
The trumpet player nodded and tipped his hat without missing
a beat.

     Lauren led the way into the darkened park. She felt
Roxanne move a little closer to her as they walked. She
stopped at a darkened intersection of footpaths under a
large old oak. A slight breeze stirred and the soft sound of
music drifted to them on the wind. Lauren wet her lips and
tried to relax. She wanted to say something but she could
not find the words now that the moment had come. She looked
down at Roxanne, and her small friend smile up at her shyly.
Lauren felt tears of frustration sting her eyes. She knew
when she looked down she could not ask, she could not push,
not for anything in the world could she risk pushing Roxanne
away from her.

      Roxanne reached out tentatively and took her hand. She
looked down through her tears to see Roxanne staring at her.
She smiled tentatively and nodded. Lauren was overwhelmed
with emotion. She squeezed Roxanne's hand tightly.

     "Lauren?" Roxanne asked quietly.

     "Yes," she whispered.

     "Are you all right?" the smaller woman asked, concern
written all over her features.

     Lauren could only nod. She tried to speak, but no words
would come.

     "What's the matter?" she asked

     "Roxy, I am falling for you, really falling for you. I
want so much to be with you, but I don't know how you feel
and I am afraid I will push you away if I press too hard and
now I just don't know what to do and this evening has been
so nice but I can't get the questions out of my mind," she
said running the words together into one anxious breath.

     Roxanne looked at her curiously and released her hand.
Lauren wasn't sure of what to make of that. She had said it,
and now she could only wait.

     "Am I that much of a mystery to you?" she asked at
last. Lauren could find no words for that.

      "I am aren't I?" she asked in a strange voice, filled
with emotion. This time Lauren found her voice.

     "Sometimes I can tell what you are thinking before you
think it. Sometimes I just know what you are going to do.
But this time, I don't know, and I really need you to tell
me. If you don't feel the same way, that's all right, we
will still be best friends," Lauren said slowly. The look on
her little friends face went from bemused to determined. She
took both of Lauren's hands in her own and looked her in the
eyes.

     "Lauren, I love you. I am not `falling for you', I have
already fallen. I was in love with you before I got on the
plane from New York. Do you think I haven't considered the
consequences? I have. And I don't care! I just want to be
yours. I have tried to tell you so many times this week, but
I was so afraid you would hate me," she finished, tears
streaming down her cheeks now.

     Lauren gathered the smaller woman up into her arms and
held her tightly rocking back and forth.

     "Shhh, it's all right. Shh, don't cry baby," she cooed.

      The smaller woman was wracked by sobs, the emotions
had overwhelmed her and the release of putting into words
all she had been feeling had left her a wreck. Lauren just
held her and rocked her, letting the sobs subside. When she
had been quiet for a minute Lauren released her and looked
down at her. She wiped the tears from her face and bent down
to kiss her nose.

     No more words were needed. Lauren offered her arm and
Roxanne took it, placing her head on Lauren's shoulder. They
walked back to the hotel oblivious to the stares.

               **             **              **
**

     The room was dark when they walked in. Lauren flipped
on the lights and Roxanne made a beeline for the bathroom.
Lauren went to the kitchenette and made drinks. This called
for something special and she knew just what she wanted to
do. It was wicked and hot, and she knew Roxanne would never
forget it. She was going to repay Roxanne for having the
courage to speak and setting her mind to rest.

     Lauren took a drink in each hand and headed out into
the living space. Roxanne emerged from the bathroom looking
a lot happier, and Lauren handed her a glass of wine. The
smaller woman accepted her drink and took a sip. Lauren
smiled down at her and gave her a mischievous wink.

     "When I get back from the bathroom I expect you to have
that glass empty," Lauren said, taking Roxanne's chin in her
hand.

     "I don't think that's such a good idea," the redhead
began.

     "I didn't ask you what you thought. I told you to have
it empty when I get back, didn't I?" Lauren asked in the
sternest voice she could muster.

     "No, you didn't," Roxanne replied meekly.

     "Good, now drink up, I will be right back," Lauren said
as she walked into the bathroom.

     Lauren relieved herself and shot her drink. She washed
her face with a damp rag and examined herself critically.

     "Are you ready?" she asked her reflection. She then
shook her head and laughed.

     "Too bad cause here we go," she said. She dropped her
smile and tried to make her face expressionless. She knew
Roxanne had really enjoyed the night she had taken over. The
problem was could she keep an expressionless face until she
had to face Roxanne. Once she was face to face she had to
fight the impulse to smile or to take Roxanne in her arms.
She realized that her sternness was fulfilling to her lover,
but it was still strange to her.

     She opened the door and walked into the room. Roxanne
was standing exactly where she had left her, the empty glass
in her hand. Lauren walked up to her and when she smiled
shyly at her Lauren snatched the glass out of her hand.
Lauren stuck her fore finger in and wet it in the small
amount in the bottom of the glass. She gave Roxanne her
fiercest look, which caused the smaller woman to visibly
pale.

     "Does this look empty to you?" she asked, in a too
sweet voice.

     "N..N..No," Roxanne whispered.

      Lauren stuck her finger out, the red liquid formed a
drop that threatened to fall to the carpet.

     "Finish it!" Lauren commanded.

     Roxanne reached out to take her hand, but Lauren
slapped it away with her free hand.

     "I didn't give you permission to touch me, suck it
off," she said sternly.

     Roxanne leaned forward hesitantly and opened her mouth.
She closed her eyes and Lauren felt those soft lips close
over her finger. Roxanne's tongue swirled around her finger
while she sucked softly. She was treating Lauren's finger
like a miniature cock, sucking and licking. Lauren shivered
as the sensations traveled from her finger to her brain and
rippled out, all over her body. Lauren withdrew her finger
with an audible `pop' and dipped it back into the wine
glass.

      When she extended her finger this time, she didn't
even have to say a word. Roxanne quickly enveloped her stiff
finger and began to suck.  Her little lovers soft tongue and
warm mouth began to make Lauren tingle. She was so willing
and so eager to please. Lauren almost felt guilty about the
deep feelings of contentment and excitement that willingness
evoked within her. She was flattered to be the center of her
smaller lover's attention.

     "Go get your collar," Lauren said huskily. She was more
excited than she had realized. Roxanne looked at her
questioningly for a split second, and scampered off to her
own room. Lauren walked over to the dresser and rummaged
around. She found what she wanted, and turned just as
Roxanne reentered the room. The manacles dangled from her
finger as she watched the smaller woman. Roxanne froze in
her tracks and then came closer.

     Lauren held out her other hand and Roxanne placed her
collar in Lauren's outstretched palm.

     "Why don't you take off that dress?" Lauren said. It
was phrased as a question, but it wasn't.  Roxanne quickly
removed her dress and stood there in her lingerie shifting
her weight nervously from foot to foot. She wore red
tonight. Her bra was red satin and Lauren liked the way it
seemed to sculpt her tits, uplifting them and really
defining her cleavage. A red lace garter belt held up her
stockings and Lauren wondered how she could have ever not
appreciated what lingerie did for a woman. Her panties were
also satin and matched the bra, they were high-cut thighs,
and Lauren could see her lovers Mount of Venus clearly
defined.

     "Very nice," Lauren commented, as she stuffed the
Collar into her pocket. She walked around to stand behind
the little redhead appraising her body as she went. The
panties barely covered the cheeks of her ass and Lauren
lightly swatted her. She jumped at the contact, but didn't
emit a sound.

     "Arms, behind your back," Lauren said. She didn't try
to sound stern this time; she realized that she didn't need
to. She understood now that Roxanne would do as she asked
without any extra effort on her part. The stern voice and
expression were just window dressing for her little lover's
benefit.

     She attached the cuffs to her lover's wrists and then
shortened the chains until Roxanne's hands were crossed
behind her back, only a single link separated the metal D
rings giving the redhead only that links amount of play.
Lauren stepped back and admired her work. The black cuffs
with their sturdy D rings and chain made a delicious
contrast to the soft feminine lingerie and pale skin of her
lover.

     Lauren moved back around her lover, taking her time and
admiring her as she made a complete circle. She realized
that Roxanne was made for sex. Her body was just the right
size and shape, and with the cuffs on, her latent sensuality
just seemed to burst forth.  She reached into her pocket and
took out Roxanne's collar. The black leather was warm to her
touch; she fingered the cold metal D ring set at the throat.

     "Kneel," she said and Roxanne sank to her knees.

     "Head up, please," Lauren commanded.

     Lauren took the red cascade of hair in her hands, and
held it up on Roxanne's head exposing the pale skin of her
neck and shoulders. She then gently placed the collar around
her neck and pulled the strap through the silver buckle
until it was snug. She did the buckle and tucked the excess
under the band.

     "Too tight?" she asked.

     "No, it's fine," she replied in a restrained voice.

     "Good, now stand up," Lauren said.

     Roxanne stood up slowly; balancing without her arms
while Lauren went back to the drawer and retrieved the
blindfold. She crossed back to her smaller lover and secured
the blindfold around her head. She passed her hand in front
of Roxanne's face.

     "Can you see that?" she asked.
     "No, I can't see anything," she replied.

     "Good," Lauren said. She left her little friend there
to think about what she was going to do. She had read in her
book that anticipation, and the subs own imagination, could
be more powerful than anything you did. Knowing her little
friends incredible imagination Lauren did not doubt it.

     She moved around the room making preparations. Her
whole plan for tonight was to absolutely drive Roxanne wild.
Her lover had made her so happy with her profession of love
that Lauren wanted to do something very special for her. She
knew the smaller woman wanted her to be dominant. She found
the ideas exciting, but to her new lover, the feelings were
much stronger and deeper. Tonight Lauren wanted to bring
Roxanne more pleasure than she could handle. An outward
display of the incredibly profound inner feelings she had
for her.

     Lauren went to Roxanne's room and took the cushions off
the settee and tossed them on the bed. She took the cushions
off of her own settee and added them, and then took the
restraints from her goody drawer and secured them to the
bed's four posts. She made sure to make plenty of noise, and
occasionally caught Roxanne cocking her head and listening.
She piled the cushions up in the middle of the bed and stood
back to admire her work. Satisfied with that she went and
fixed another drink.

     She pulled the small chair from her bedside over, and
sat down in front of Roxanne. She sipped her drink and
remained as quiet as she could just watching Roxanne. The
blindfolded woman turned her head from side to side,
apparently trying to hear what was going on.

     Lauren finished her drink went over to the dresser. She
placed her glass on the counter and took out the slim vibe
she had picked up. She walked back to her bound lover and
stood behind her. A shiver ran through her small captive.

     Lauren pulled her red hair back, and brushed her lips
over Roxanne's shoulder. Another shiver ran through the
smaller woman's body. She kissed gently up to Roxanne's neck
and then to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Here Lauren
lingered for a bit, kissing, and eventually softly licking.
She breathed softly on the bound woman's earlobe and was
rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

     Lauren continued to lick and nibble on Roxanne's ear
while letting her hands slide around her small waist. She
pulled her tightly against her body. She placed her right
hand on the crotch of Roxanne's panties with her index
finger stiffened. Her left hand held the vibe and she placed
it over her right, she did not want her smaller lover to
know about it just yet.

     She pressed her finger inwards, forcing the slick
fabric of her lover's panties between her outer lips. Lauren
could feel the heat of her pussy and that her lover's
panties had quickly became moist. She was surprised that
just being bound and blindfolded had excited her to such an
extent. She very slowly flexed her finger, forcing the wet
material against her lover's pussy while gently licking her
earlobe. Roxanne moaned softly.

     Lauren brought her hand slowly up Roxanne's body while
pushing against her hip with the heel of her other hand. She
could feel her lover's soft, silky skin under her hand.
Roxanne's body jerked when Lauren's fingers reached her bra
and trailed over it, up to her head, where Lauren caught her
jaw and turned her head to kiss her. Her lips pressed
against Roxanne's and the smaller woman's parted instantly
for Lauren's probing tongue.

     Lauren's tongue probed her lover's mouth, sliding over
her teeth and searching the hollows for traces of the sweet
wine she had consumed earlier. Roxanne's tongue stroked her
tongue, giving it full access to her mouth but also exciting
it. Lauren trailed her hand back down and cupped Roxanne's
breast. She could feel the weight of it straining against
the confining material of her bra. Lauren lifted it and
gently squeezed, causing Roxanne to whimper into her mouth.

     Lauren felt a thrill run through her body. It was a
thrill of excitement, like none she had experienced before.
It was partly sexual, but on a deeper level it was the
thrill of being in total control, a heady sense of power.
She realized that she, and she alone, controlled how much
pleasure her lover would receive. She could tease her for
hours, denying her sweet release, or she could see how many
climaxes she could wring from the smaller woman. The fact
that Roxanne had given her this power, voluntarily placing
herself in Lauren's hands made it all more intoxicating. She
had seen the hungry looks the men in the club had given
Roxanne, and it was a massive boost to her ego that she was
the one who excited the redhead.

     She pressed back on Roxanne's hip with her hand,
forcing the girl's shapely behind tightly against her own
pussy. The smaller woman ground herself against Lauren's
body as her manacled hands attempted to excite her. She
continued to knead her lover's tit as she brought her left
hand upwards. She removed her hand from Roxanne's tit long
enough to twist the vibe on and then captured the soft flesh
in her hand again.

     With her left hand she traced the very tip of the vibe
along Roxanne's thigh. The contact caused her to stiffen
momentarily and then relax again. As they continued to kiss
Lauren moved her hand from breast to breast stroking,
kneading, and rubbing. She could feel the hard pebbles of
her lover's nipples, and paid them special attention. She
moved the vibe up along Roxanne's leg until it crossed the
elastic leg band of her panties. She moved it up past the
waistband and lightly along her tummy. This produced a
giggle and some squirming from the ticklish captive.

     This turned into a gasp of pleasure as Lauren made the
last inches in a quick leap and pressed the tip of the vibe
against her captive's straining nipple. Lauren broke the
sensuous kiss and placed her lips in Roxanne's shoulder. Her
hands were working in concert now as she used the vibe and
her fingers to tease and titillate her lover's breasts. Each
time the vibe passed over one of her nipples, the little
redhead whimpered. Lauren found that helpless exclamation to
be incredibly erotic. She licked and nibbled along the line
of Roxanne's shoulder to her neck as she continued to work
over her lover's tits.

     Lauren hooked her thumbs into Roxanne's bra and tugged
it down taking her time and being careful not to loose her
grip on the vibe. She soon had the cups underneath their
charges, forcing them up and out. Lauren looked up from
kissing Roxanne's neck to see her naked breasts. The long
stimulation was apparent, they were tight and the veins
underneath the pale skin were more prominent. Her nipples
were very hard and sticking out, Lauren noted curiously that
the aureoles were puckered and tight, forcing the nipples
out even farther.

     Lauren captured a nipple between her thumb and
forefinger and squeezed. Lauren released the pressure and
squeezed again, this time harder. Roxanne moaned loudly and
arched her back. Lauren held the captive nipple tightly and
then applied the tip of the vibe to it. A ragged, gurgling
cry was torn from Roxanne's lips, and she threw herself
forward escaping Lauren's arms. The bound girl stumbled
forward and collapsed to the floor when her heel caught in
the carpet.

     "Are you all right?" Lauren asked as she rushed over to
check on Roxanne. Her breathing was ragged and she seemed
unable to speak for a moment, Lauren grasped her ankle and
checked it but could detect nothing wrong.

     "Its all right," Roxanne said huskily.

     "Apparently you are too free for your own good. We will
just have to do something about that won't we?" Lauren
chuckled.

     "I am going to get you for that teasing," Roxanne said
in a determined voice. There was no rancor in it, and Lauren
laughed again. She rose, and helped Roxanne to her feet,
then led her blindfolded captive to the bed. Lauren hooked
her fingers into the waistband of the red panties and slid
them slowly down Roxanne's legs and helped the bound redhead
to step out of them. Lauren noticed they were wet with
Roxanne's juices and smelled strongly of her arousal.

     "Now, I am going to help you onto the bed baby. I want
you to turn to face the head board on your knees once you
up, O.K.?" she said.

     "Yes, Lauren," Roxanne breathed.

     The small woman maneuvered around in tiny bits until
she was sitting on her feet facing the headboard. Lauren
pulled out the restraints and sat them near her lover's
feet.

     "Up on your knees, Roxy," she requested. The smaller
woman immediately rose up to a kneeling position.  Lauren
pulled her feet apart abruptly and fastened the leather cuff
around her left ankle. The heavy, menacing, black cuff made
a distinct contrast to her pale skin. Lauren gently touched
the cool metal ring set into the leather, and traced her
fingers up Roxanne's calf.

     She moved to the other side of the bed and attached the
second cuff. She then took the pull strap in her hand and
began to put steady pressure on it. The slack came out
quickly and then as she continued to pull Roxanne's leg
began to moves towards her.

     "Hey!" the smaller woman said trying to keep her
balance. Lauren went to the other side and did the same. She
could feel Roxanne fighting her, but the straps were tough
and she was able to use her whole body while her captive had
only the strength of her thighs. Her ankles were inexorably
pulled towards the corners of the bed forcing her crotch
lower and lower. Lauren made the final tugs carefully to
align Roxanne's body with the four cushions in front of her
on the bed. When she was done, she stood back to admire her
work. Roxanne was kneeling now with her ankles pulled
towards the corners of the bed. She looked absolutely
helpless, and Lauren felt herself begin to become moist.

     Lauren moved to the foot of the bed and clamored up
behind her pretty captive. She scooted between Roxanne's
spread legs, and found that she could bring her own crotch
right up to Roxanne's soft ass without her captive's legs
getting in the way. She kissed Roxanne's ear and slipped her
hands around to gently fondle her breasts. The smaller woman
shivered and pressed her ass back against Lauren. Lauren was
content to stay there awhile nibbling on Roxanne's ears and
slowly fondling her tits. Her own nipples were pressed into
Roxanne's back and every movement of the smaller woman
caused pleasure to shoot through them as her skin dragged
across them. Before long the redhead was moaning, and her
hips were thrusting back uncontrollably.

     "Ready for a surprise?" she whispered into her lover's
ear.

     "Yesssssssss," Roxanne hissed. Lauren released her hold
on her lover's aching tits and deftly unsnapped her bra. Her
breathing was ragged and Lauren knew she was approaching
orgasm. She again envied her smaller friend for her
sensitivity. Lauren pressed upward on her legs and thrust
her upper body forward. Roxanne yelped in surprise as she
started to fall forward. Her body was brought up short of
the bed by the cushion of pillows. Lauren caught her own
body on her outstretched arms but let her hips thrust hard
against Roxanne's shapely ass.

     "You sneak!" she exclaimed giggling. Lauren smiled and
climbed off of her smaller lover. Roxanne was lying on the
pillows, which thrust her ass high into the air, with her
red hair spilled out onto the white comforter. Lauren
admired her for a moment and then unhooked her arms and
removed the bra.

     Before Roxanne could use her arms to push herself up,
Lauren seized her right wrist and slapped a cuff on it. She
then made her way around the bed to the other side while
Roxanne struggled to free her right hand. Lauren grabbed her
left arm and pulled it to the cuff, again her superior
strength won out, and soon her lover's left hand was
secured.
     "What are you up to?" Roxanne asked trying to raise
herself. Lauren took up the slack and began to pull on the
strap.

     "Hey! No! Stop!" Roxanne cried fighting with all her
strength now. Lauren leaned back using her weight and
strength, and slowly her captive's wrist inched towards the
post. When Lauren was sure that hand was taken care of she
hurried to the other side and began to take the slack up.
Roxanne bounced and fought, but the cuff slowly moved toward
the corner post. Lauren stopped when there was very little
room for her captive to struggle. She went to the cushions
and pushed and tugged until they rested against the fronts
of Roxanne's thighs.

     "I am so going to get you for this," the redhead
panted.

     "Really?" Lauren asked, as she took two lengths of
white rope from the bed and tied one securely to the bed
rail.

     "Really!" Roxanne growled in a very unthreatening
manner. Lauren laughed and wound the rope around Roxanne's
lower thigh. She pulled the rope tight and moved to the
other side of the bed. She repeated the process on that side
and then returned to the straps and began to pull. The last
of the slack in Roxanne's body began to be pulled out. As
she was stretched forward, her upper body was pulled down
onto the bed, which forced her derriere even higher. Lauren
repeated the process on the other side.

     "You just have to learn not to make threats when you
are at my mercy," Lauren said, chuckling quietly. She stood
back and wiped her brow. That had been more exercise than
she had thought it would be, but the result surpassed her
wildest hopes. Roxanne was on her knees with her beautiful
ass stretched taut and thrust up into the air. Her chest
rested flat on the bed obscuring her flattened breasts. Her
head was turned towards Lauren and her hair was a mess.

     Lauren moved to the foot of the bed and examined the
results from that angle. Roxanne's ass was high and her
pussy was open and exposed. Lauren could see the puffy,
coral lips and the delicate pink inner walls. Her lips were
gaping slightly with her arousal, and Lauren could see the
slick sheen of her juices.

     "So you are going to get me, eh?" Lauren said as she
moved back to the side of the bed.

     "You bet your behind I am!" Roxanne exclaimed.

     Lauren retrieved the paddle from the dresser and stood
next to the bed. She let her hand gently caress Roxanne's
silky buns.

     "You mean you are going to try and take revenge on me
for being so nice?" Lauren asked in her very best "hurt"
voice.

     "I am so going to make you pay for this," Roxanne said.

     "Well, if you don't appreciate my efforts I suppose I
should let you go, or at least take off your blind fold,"
Lauren said placing the paddle on the comforter and removing
Roxanne's blindfold. She tossed this to the floor and
smiled.

     "There, are we friends again?" she asked. Roxanne
raised her head and stuck her tongue out.

     "Ooh, insult or invitation?" she asked giggling. She
had her hand on the paddle and pulled it into Roxanne's
view.

     "Think very carefully before you answer," she said
arching an eyebrow and smacking the leather paddle into her
palm.

     Roxanne's eyes got wide. Lauren smiled and moved the
paddle slowly back and forth in front of her eyes. Like a
bird held in thrall to a snakes gaze, her head followed the
black paddle wherever it went. She tried to speak but no
words would come at first.

     "Lauren you can't! Not like this, you'll kill me!" she
ejaculated finally.

     "Insult? Or invitation?" Lauren said allowing the cool
leather to graze her behind as she trailed it down Roxanne's
back.

     "Invitation," Roxanne said in a whisper.

     "Thank you lover, I appreciate the invitation. I would
have never dreamed of using this on you but since you are
inviting me, how could I refuse?" she said with a wicked
grin.

     "No!" Roxanne protested, but Lauren had already moved
from her sight. She struggled to turn her head but she had
almost no room to move in the position she was in. Lauren
trailed the paddle over her up thrust butt. Despite herself,
a moan escaped Roxanne's lips.

     "I think you're looking forward to this aren't you, you
little minx?" Lauren said. She withdrew the paddle three
inches from Roxanne's right cheek and snapped it to her skin
with a flick of her wrist. It wasn't hard, it probably
didn't sting, but Roxanne flinched nonetheless.

     "Admit it, you want it don't you?" Lauren teased.

     "No, please," Roxanne said.

     Lauren trailed her bare hand over the satiny half globe
and down to Roxanne's slick wet lips. She pressed a finger
against her captive's channel and it slipped easily into her
hot pussy. Lauren pulled it out and held it in front of
Roxanne's face.

     "Not excited at all, eh?' Lauren said.

     Roxanne blushed crimson and could only shake her head.
Lauren pressed her finger to her lover's lips. She looked
into those green eyes and held her gaze.

     "You know what to do," She mouthed without speaking.

     Roxanne hesitantly opened her mouth and sucked and
licked Lauren's finger clean of her own juices. This
thrilled Lauren to no end. Besides the sensuous caress of
her lover's tongue on her finger, the knowledge that she was
tasting herself as she did it made Lauren very wet. This
kind of control could be addictive she realized.

     When her finger was clean she pulled it gently from
Roxanne's mouth. She stepped back and again massaged
Roxanne's up thrust derriere.

     "Ten again? Or more I think," Lauren said thoughtfully.

     "Please," the little redhead whimpered.

     Lauren lined up the paddle and swung it hard. The thin
whistling sound ended in a shocking splat that sent ripples
through Roxanne's cheek. Roxanne screamed in anguish. "Not
so hard," Lauren reminded herself as she very gingerly
caressed Roxanne's ass cheek. A red welt appeared on the
pale skin as Lauren watched enraptured.

     "How many is that?" she asked.

      "One," Roxanne said in a breathless voice.

     Lauren nodded, and reluctantly removed her hand from
Roxanne's behind. She delivered the second blow with less
force, but it still caused her smaller lover to cry out.

     "How many?" Lauren asked again.

     "Two," Roxanne said in a voice that nearly cracked. At
this point Lauren almost stopped. The anguish in her lover's
voice was almost more than she could stand, but she noticed
that Roxanne's pussy was wetter than before, and that her
lips were gaping wider.

     She landed a third and forth blow, with each one
Roxanne counted the number between clenched teeth. By the
time Lauren reached ten, the little redhead's face was
streaked with tears. Lauren put the paddle down and gently
rubbed the scarlet cheeks of her lover's ass. The fierce
heat that radiated nearly made her pull her hand back but
she didn't. Her lover's skin felt hot, and at the same time
satiny, like heated velvet and her pussy was absolutely
soaked.

     Lauren put away the paddle and went to the bathroom to
get some baby oil. She had plans for this too, but rubbing
it in to sooth the hurt was a good subterfuge. Her own pussy
was on fire and she gently fingered herself through her
pants. She was tempted to get off but decided to wait. There
was more to come, and she felt the excitement made her more
attentive to her lover's needs.

     She returned to the bedside and admired Roxanne's
scarlet ass and soaked pussy for a few brief moments. She
popped the cap and poured a generous amount of the slippery
oil into her hand. She then gently began to massage
Roxanne's ass, working her fingers deeply into the hot flesh
and causing grunts of pain mingled with pleasure to issue
from her lover's lips.  Soon her hands were dry and she
squirted more directly onto Roxanne's butt.

     "Mmmm," Roxanne managed.

     "You like baby?" Lauren said quietly.

     "It feels nice, cool, you really tore me up," she said
sniffling.

     "And you loved it didn't you?" Lauren asked as she
coated her little lover's ass in the slippery oil. She
worked it into the crack of her ass and allowed her fingers
to press gently on her little rosebud. To her delight
Roxanne's ass thrust back on her fingers.

     Lauren forced herself to withdraw her hands and wipe
them dry on a towel. Roxanne's ass glowed in the soft light
and she had to force herself not to skip right to the climax
and stick to her game plan. The red straps of her garters
framed her ass so perfectly Lauren planed a kiss on each
cheek.

     "Now, what sort of punishment should you get for lying
to me?" Lauren said thoughtfully.

     "Punishment?? Lauren no, I can't take anymore. That was
wonderful but any more and it will really be painful,"
Roxanne protested.

     "Hmmm, not the paddle then. Ah, I have it," she said
walking back to the dresser. This was one of the few things
she picked out without Angela's help. She took it and walked
back to the bed, sitting on the edge near Roxanne's head.

     "Do you know what this is?" she asked. She was holding
a long, thin, tube of gray cardboard. The top was like a
poster tube and featured a tiny pull ring. She stroked it
softly in front of her captives face. Roxanne's eyes were
glued to it, filled with apprehension.

     "No," Roxanne said, her tongue wetting her suddenly dry
lips.

     "You don't? Pity, I bought it especially for you,"
Lauren said as she continued to stroke the tube.

     "You did?" Roxanne said nervously. Her eyes were glued
to Lauren's fingers.

     "Oh yes, would you like to see it?" she said smiling.

     "Yes," Roxanne whispered.

     Lauren popped off the lid and reached in with two
fingers; with agonizing slowness she withdrew a long purple
feather. It came to a fine point and she gently preened it.

     "NO!" Roxanne nearly screamed.

     "Oh yes," Lauren said laughing evilly.

     "Don't you dare I will scream my head off!" Roxanne
said her eyes wide with fear.

     "Party pooper," Lauren said in a disappointed voice.
She sat the feather on the bed in front of Roxanne's
terrified eyes and moved to her dresser. With a few deft
motions she tore open a package and returned to the bed. She
sat back down and smiled sweetly. With a quick motion her
hand shot out and pinched Roxanne's nose shut. When the
startled redhead opened her mouth Lauren's other hand shot
out and none to gently jammed a red ball gag into her mouth.
She pulled the straps back and fastened them behind the
girl's head as she protested into the gag. She picked up the
feather and ran her fingers up the outside of it lovingly.

     "Now where were we? Oh yes, your punishment. This
should do nicely. It's funny, I picked that little gag up
because you are so loud when you cum. I am glad I did,
aren't you?" she asked with a wink.

     Lauren lightly traced the tip of the feather along
Roxanne's armpit. The bound girl reacted violently, throwing
herself against the bonds with hysterical strength. Her
frantic eyes pleaded with her captor in such a piteous way
that Lauren had to force herself to look away. Lauren
continued to trace along her sensitive armpit and then down
her side. The entire bed shook as she lunged against the
cuffs.

     Lauren continued for a minute or more, until Roxanne
was thrashing so hard she feared her lover would hurt
herself. She stopped and rubbed the areas she had tickled
until Roxanne calmed a bit. Her gorgeous skin was covered in
a thin sheen of sweat.

     Lauren moved to the foot of the bed where she noticed
her lover's frantic struggles had allowed some slack in the
restraints, she quickly took it back out before the
exhausted girl could take advantage. Now for the wicked
part, she thought as she climbed onto the bed between her
captive's spread legs. Lauren was on her hands and knees
with her face inches from Roxanne's overheated sex. Her lips
were puffy and gaped open a little and the delicate aroma of
her arousal was intoxicating. Lauren took the feather and
traced it along one of the coral lips.

     Roxanne screamed into her gag and lunged forward but
the tightened restraints did not allow her to break contact
with the maddening feather. Lauren traced the other lip and
then lightly dusted her mound. The girl's body plunged
forward shaking the entire bed, but Lauren knew from her
earlier struggles that she wasn't getting away. She returned
the feather to the top of her lovers slit, and with a
delicate back and forth motion, traced down along her lips.

     "Mmmmmmmphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" her little captive screamed
into her gag.

     Lauren continued the maddening torture for several more
moments before stopping. Roxanne's taut body sagged in her
bonds. Her pussy was red now and inflamed, the lips were
very puffy and gaped open more. Lauren could see the
delicate pink of her inner labia. Lauren allowed her captive
to rest and recuperate for a long while and then applied the
tip of the feather to her inner folds.

     Her body went taut, straining with almost super human
effort to escape the maddening feather. It was to no avail,
and Lauren had soon reduced her to shuddering ragged
breaths. Her pussy was soaked and a thin rivulet of her
juice ran down her inner thigh. The coral lips were now an
angry red, and they gaped open so much Lauren could just
make out the hood that protected her clit. Lauren used her
finger to spread Roxanne's lips, and applied the devilish
feather to her lover's clit.

     A long, screeching moan was torn from her.  It was
audible through the gag, but Lauren also saw the signs that
she was about to cum. Her hips jogged and her thighs had
begun to spasm. Lauren stopped and Roxanne's body sagged
into her bonds once again.

     Lauren got up and returned the feather to its case.
Roxanne's eyes were closed and she barely stirred when
Lauren removed the gag. Her breath came in desperate gulps
and her brow was covered in sweat. Lauren soothed her,
whispering how much she loved her and how beautiful she was.

     Lauren stood up and quickly stripped out of her
clothing. She took the harness from the drawer and stepped
into it. The large vibe attached to the inner harness sliced
easily into her soaked pussy and once she got it buckled she
remembered how real the heavy dong felt when she walked.

     She climbed back on to the bed, and on her knees
pressed the head of the dong to Roxanne's swollen lips. She
stroked it slowly up and down the wet slit until Roxanne
moaned.

     "Ready baby?" she asked.

     "Please!" She cried.

     "Please what?' Lauren said.

     "Fuck me," she hissed as she tried to force herself
back on the big dong.

     Lauren grabbed the baby oil and poured more onto
Roxanne's ass crack. She worked it in massaging her asshole
with her thumb. She then poured a liberal amount onto the
dong itself and worked it in.

     "Ready?" she asked teasingly.

     "Yes!" Roxanne ejaculated.

     Lauren smiled and worked the big dong up her lovers
slit dipping just the head into her quivering pussy, she
moved up and pressed the head firmly against Roxanne's
rosebud.

     "Lauren!" Roxanne said unsteadily.

     "Yes luv?" she replied

     "What are you doooinggg?" she moaned as Lauren worked
the head firmly against her ass.

     "What you asked of course, I am going to fuck your cute
little bum," she replied devilishly.

     "Cheater!" Roxanne cried.

     "You lie, I cheat, we make the perfect couple," Lauren
said as she moved her knees forward until they were touching
the cushions. Lauren held the dong steady on target and
slowly pressed forward with her hips.

     "Slowwwwwwwww," Roxanne groaned.

     It was difficult for Lauren to hold the head on target
and still get enough purchase to enter while making sure she
did not ram it in. Finally she managed to get her weight
behind it at the right angle and slowly force her way
forward. Lauren had never seen anything so incredibly erotic
in her entire life. She watched enraptured as Roxanne's
sphincter slowly gave way, and the big black head slid
unbelievably slowly into her.

     When the head slipped all the way in, Lauren saw her
lover's ass close onto the shaft and grip it tightly. Lauren
was forcibly reminded of the harness's unique features when
Roxanne pressed back and the nubs on the inside of the
harness forced themselves between her soaked lips.

     Lauren took her hand off the shaft and gripped
Roxanne's slippery hips. She pressed forward again. Looking
down she was able to watch as inch by inch the black
intruder entered Roxanne's bum. Roxanne was groaning and
grunting, making animal sounds in her throat as her rectum
was filled and stretched by the hard latex missile. Lauren
finally worked the whole thing in except for the base. She
pulled back experimentally watching the ring of Roxanne's
ass hold onto the dong, as if it did not want to let it go.

     She held Roxanne's hips to lever herself back in after
with drawing. She loved the way the garter belt framed her
up thrust ass. She wanted to grab it and use it for purchase
but she did not want to stretch the delicate garment.

      She with drew most of the length of her dong and
stopped. She added a liberal amount of baby oil to the
exposed shaft and pressed back in.

     "Ohhhhh God," Roxanne groaned.

     "Ready for some real fucking?" Lauren asked huskily.

     "Yesssss, Do me. Fuck me silly. I love it and I love
you," Roxanne said through clenched teeth.

     That was all Lauren needed to hear, she pulled back and
rammed forward causing Roxanne to yelp. Lauren didn't pay
attention; it was too hot, too much. She established a
rhythm that was to her liking; long, hard, deep thrusts, and
held onto Roxanne's quivering hips. The friction of the dong
forcing it's way in, and Roxanne's inner muscles trying to
hold it in were translated through the dildo, to the
harness, directly to her clit.

      A few minutes of mad thrusting and she could feel her
bottom begin to clench and unclench. Her body spasmed once
then again and then a monster orgasm hit her. She rode the
red waves of pleasure this time, not even trying to fight
them. A second orgasm began before the first had subsided
and she lost all track of time as the intense pleasure
ripped through her system.

     She realized she was still pounding into Roxanne. The
poor girl was nearly mad with desire, babbling incoherently.
Bound as she was she could get no friction on her clit. The
nights teasing was beginning to break down her sanity.
Lauren reached down and grabbed the vibe she had started the
evening with. She flipped it on and pulled back until just
the tip of her dong was in her lover. In a single motion she
inserted the humming vibe into Roxanne's soaked snatch and
thrust forward with her dong. Roxanne began to cum in less
than two strokes. Lauren slammed the dong into her with
brutal force as the vibe sent her into a mind-blowing
orgasm.

       Lauren continued to pump her ass until her body
slumped in her bonds. She slowly withdrew the dong and the
vibe and switched it off. Roxanne was lying there quivering
as Lauren removed the harness and then undid the restraints.
Lauren was beginning to worry because Roxanne had not said a
word. She rolled her limp body over and kicked the cushions
off the bed. Roxanne's face was red and her breathing was
still ragged and shallow.

     She cradled her lover's small body to her own and
rocked her like a small child while whispering nonsensical
endearments to her. Eventually Roxanne's eyes fluttered
open. She stared up unseeing for a few heartbeats and then
blinked. A quiet moan escaped her lips. Lauren kissed her
forehead and felt an after-shock rock her small frame.

     "Roxy?" Lauren asked quietly.

     "Hmmm?" she responded dreamily.

     "Are you all right?" Lauren asked the concern in her
voice evident.

     "I think you orgasmed me to death," she replied in a
small voice.

     Lauren looked down, but Roxanne gave her a soft,
reassuring smile. Lauren kissed her softly on the lips.

     "Sleep pumpkin," tomorrow is another day.

     "Lauren?' she asked in a dreamy voice.

     "Yes baby?" Lauren replied.

     "Did I pass the audition?" she asked.

     "Yes baby, you passed," She replied quietly and then
added on impulse "Will you marry me?"

     "Yes," the dreamy voice replied, as her eyes closed
contentedly, and her exhausted body, and mind were claimed
by Morephus for the night.