Chapter 1
Sandy buried her long fingers in the pockets of her cut down jeans and gazed out over the bustling humanity on Houston Street. The indecision of this morning's sky had given way to a hot July sun that seemed bound and determined to burn up everything in its path.
Behind her in the cluttered loft Katie slept soundly, oblivious to the racket going on outside, to the drone of the floor-fan. Sandy swallowed her impatience and told herself that she could afford to be generous-one more time. This was Katie's vacation. She had a right to sleep late if she wanted to.
Even after last night.
The material of her blue shirt was beginning to adhere uncomfortably to her flesh. Silently, Sandy cursed the city's heat and moved herself into the direct line of the fan. She would have liked to take off that damned shirt but she wore no bra underneath and some wise-guy in the street would undoubtedly construe her nakedness as an invitation to come upstairs for a piece, she felt sure.
Suddenly her pert features twisted themselves into a wry smile. Wouldn't that be a wild switch if she gave it away to some boy, Sandy thought bitterly. It would serve Katie right for neglecting her-for taking her for granted-for dangling her on a goddam string.
Sandy glanced across the loft at the girl sleeping soundly, stretched diagonally across the double mattress. Wasn't that just like Katie, she thought-taking everything for herself-forgetting about anybody else. Some people had all the luck. Some people were born with a certain kind of good looks that enabled them to get away with murder.
In the far corner, Roger started screeching and jumped onto his swing. Sandy ran, barefooted, to the cage and forced a soothing tone as she whispered to the parrot. He'd run out of patience, she knew. He wanted Katie to come and give him his breakfast. He wanted Katie to give him the attention he deserved.
Well so did Sandy, and a lot of good it did her.
"I swear, one of these days I'm going to drown that monster." Katie pulled herself up onto her elbows and yawned loudly. The bed-sheet slipped down to her waist, revealing white, perfect breasts, firm and high, pink tipped and delectable.
Sandy wrenched her gaze from Katie's body and pretended to concentrate on opening a fresh box of sunflower seeds for Roger. "He wants you to feed him," she said, aware of the tremulous quality in her voice. "He's been waiting for you."
"Screw him." Katie reached out toward the wooden chair beside the bed and dug into her pants pocket for a pack of cigarettes. "What time is it anyway?"
"Almost noon."
"Jeez, have I got a hangover."
Sandy heard the strike of the match, the quick, eager puffing sounds, the exhalation of relief. Without having to turn around, she knew what Katie looked like now. Disheveled but victorious. Exhausted but proud. Confident in the knowledge that she could step on anybody and get away with it.
It was at times like these that Sandy couldn't figure out for the life of her why she still loved that girl - loved her as much as she did before Katie's true nature was revealed to her.
Roger flapped his wings angrily and announced that he didn't love anybody who didn't feed him.
"Okay you bastard, I'm coming. Don't blow your cool." Grunting, Katie dragged herself to a sitting position and forced her legs over the side of the mattress. "Find my robe will you, hon?"
Without a word, Sandy moved to the metal closet and hunted through the pile of clothes on the bottom. She was used to the ritual of their mornings together. Sandy, find this. Sandy, get me that. When it came to demanding things, Katie could communicate loud and clear. But when it came to giving that was another story.
Sandy forced such thoughts out of her mind, determined to be optimistic, determined to give this day a fighting chance. Katie wouldn't be repentant, she knew. If she thought about last night at all, she'd do so with smugness, pleasure at the memory of her conquest. Yet, Sandy felt there was a chance, a good chance, that Katie's interest would turn in her direction again. Now that Katie had had her little fling she wouldn't be as likely to consider Sandy her jailer, her ball-and-chain, her unwanted responsibility.
And she might even remember that once upon a time she'd spoken to Sandy of love.
They ate their breakfast in silence, each wrapped in her own thoughts. Sandy picked at her bacon and eggs, trying her best not to be unnerved by Katie's hearty appetite. The girl was insufferable at times like this, Sandy thought. She could eat like three horses and never gain a pound. Drink like a sailor and never get that run-down look. Cheat like crazy and never know retribution.
"I didn't wake you when I got in, did I?" Katie asked matter-of-factly, without the slightest trace of embarrassment or apology in her manner.
"No. I was sound asleep," Sandy lied, choking on the words.
She'd lain in bed since midnight, wide-eyed, panic-stricken, suffering the grief of awareness. It was the same old story. Katie had gone out for a pack of cigarettes and forgotten to come home.
The first time when that had happened three years ago Sandy had been half out of her mind with worry. She'd paced the apartment. Called up all their friends. Even checked the hospitals and police stations. And when, at four in the morning, Katie had finally staggered home dead drunk and obviously fresh from someone else's bed, Sandy had retreated into silence.
She hadn't wanted to be passive, to let the incident slip by without protest. Yet, for reasons she could not define, she'd found herself unable to fight, unable to let the misery out. Instead, she kept it all to herself, holding the poison inside her-watching-waiting to see what would happen.
Now, Katie's disappearing acts were old-hat. They occurred and were just not discussed. And each time it happened, Sandy managed to kid herself into believing it wouldn't happen again. And, each time, she was disappointed.
Sandy was washing the breakfast dishes when Katie broke the silence again. "What would you like to do today?" she asked, tilting her chair backward against the wall and resting her feet on the table-top.
Sandy shrugged. "Whatever you want is fine with me." She hated herself as she said the words, hated the way she made herself invisible in Katie's presence. Why couldn't she open her mouth and speak the truth? Why couldn't she simply turn around and tell the girl that she wanted to go to bed with her. That her body was going crazy from the need to be loved, to be touched, to be satisfied.
Katie blew a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling and gazed out the window at the bright blue sky. "Looks like a nice day for the beach," she observed aloud. "You in the mood?"
"Sure." Sandy's response came automatically without thought. If it made Katie happy, it made her happy. What the hell was the point of saying no, anyway? Obviously, Katie wanted to go to the beach. Any other alternative would insure a day's worth of depression and nastiness.
"Where's my bathing suit?" Katie hoisted herself onto her feet with a loud sigh. "We'd better get this show on the road if we want to make it out there before the sun goes down."
"Hold on a second, I'll get it for you." Sandy dried her hands on a threadbare kitchen towel and hurried to dig the suitcase out from under the bed.
When she turned around to hand Katie her bathing suit, Katie had just opened the sash on her robe and parted garment away from the front of her body. Sandy swallowed hard and looked quickly away, doing her damnedest not to respond to what she'd seen.
But it was too late. Just a glimpse of Katie's nakedness was enough.
That soft, silken flesh-those gorgeous breasts-those firm, softly rounded thighs were enough to charge her body with desire.
She felt the throbbing begin around her nipples and echo down deep in her belly. She felt the warmth spread like tiny fingers up the insides of her thighs, along the length of her spine-all the way into her brain.
She knew she was trembling. Knew the strain of abstinence must be clearly showing across her face. She mustn't let Katie see. Mustn't let Katie know. Mustn't give the girl another chance to laugh at her-to humiliate her-to demonstrate how well she could do without her.
She dug her fingers into the crowded suitcase searching for her bikini, eager to distract herself from her thoughts. The tears were starting to well behind her lids. She could feel them rising in her throat, eager to burst out and run down her cheeks.
No, Sandy screamed inwardly. She wouldn't give in. Wouldn't give way. Wouldn't give Katie the satisfaction of seeing this. It was bad enough that Katie knew how much Sandy depended upon her. Bad enough that Katie felt sufficiently sure of herself to treat Sandy like dirt. There was no need to invite further tangible proof of who was boss.
Silent, graceful fingers slipped around Sandy's body and onto the softness of her breasts, squeezing the resilient flesh through the thin material of her shirt.
Sandy gasped and stiffened, torn between the opposing forces of desire and self-preservation.
"Katie, don't," she rasped hoarsely, as she felt those expert, knowing fingers searching out the points of her nipples-pinching them gently-rubbing them to swollen, throbbing life.
"Why not, baby?" Katie's tone was confident, sure. "You used to like this, remember?"
"Please," Sandy groaned, sagging backward against Katie's body. "Don't tease. Don't torture-it's not fair."
"Who's teasing?" Katie's fingers dove underneath the bottom of Sandy's shirt and moved onto the nakedness of the girl's belly. "It's been a long time since we've had it in the morning," she whispered, pressing her mouth into the softness of the side of Sandy's neck. "What's wrong? Don't you like to do it in the daylight?"
Sandy felt the resistance, the common sense, slipping quickly away from her. She knew she'd be courting disaster by giving in-by positioning herself in the path of possible disappointment. And yet the sensation of Katie's cool hands slipping upward to cup her breasts was too exciting, too compelling to renounce. Whimpering uncontrollably, she pressed her head back against the curve of Katie's shoulder and waited for Katie's mouth to cover her own.
The kiss was long, deep, exciting almost beyond endurance. Sandy felt her knees getting wobbly, her breath becoming rapid. Without looking, she knew that Katie was naked. She could feel the girl's breasts pressing into her back, Katie's belly and thighs rubbing against her ass.
The room was starting to spin. The world was tilting out of focus. Nothing else seemed to be important any more. Nothing else seemed to matter. All Sandy could concentrate on were the quick, darting rushes of desire leaping through her flesh-gathering strength-impelling her toward the bed.
Katie slid her tongue around the tight mound of nipples as Sandy leaned back and let herself be catered to. She wanted that more than anything and she was feeling the heat and the passion as it shot through her and made her want the touch and, the caress of the other woman more than anything else. More than her own self-preservation.
This game she was playing was deadly and she felt she knew the eventual winner.
Katie would survive. But she would be sucked under by the force stronger than she could ever be.
There was no denying the power that the other woman held over her.
As Sandy felt the tongue slide lower down her stomach she knew that there was no giving in. There was no return.
Her wishes meant nothing to Katie.
Sandy sat on the edge of the bed Staring down between her knees at the floor, trying to will herself calm.
She couldn't do it. Her body was shaking like a leaf. It was going to happen she knew. It was really going to happen. The long torturous waiting was almost over. In another few minutes Katie was going to make love to her.
Behind Sandy the tall blonde moved lithe and cat-like toward the row of windows that stretched across the entire front wall of the loft. As she reached for the cord that held the window-shades up the front of her robe parted away from her body revealing beautiful white satin flesh.
A chorus of wolf-whistles and cat-calls rose immediately from street level.
"Sons of bitches," Katie let the window-shades crash all the way to the sill, her pretty features set in an expression of fury and defiance. "You'd think those bastards could find something better to do with their time than to ogle girls who aren't interested in them."
A wry smile reshaped Sandy's lips but she didn't say a word. Look who's talking she thought bitterly as Katie went on ranting from across the room. Katie had big eyes and hot pants for every female who crossed her path, Sandy knew. But heaven help someone who tried to be aggressive with her-and especially a male.
Katie's sudden presence beside her drove all other thoughts out of Sandy's brain. Eagerly she turned her head to the left and pressed her mouth against the sweet-scented softness of Katie's naked belly.
The touch of Katie's warm flesh drove Sandy wild. Whimpering helplessly, she slid her quivering lips across the subtle curve of Katie's belly-onto her hip.
Katie stood silent, swaying ever so slightly as Sandy spread the robe open wider creating a larger field for her hungry mouth. Back and forth she worked-making quick, pecking motions like a bird-and then sliding her tongue slowly downward until a moist trail glistened from Katie's breasts to her thigh.
"Okay, baby. That's enough of that," Katie barked suddenly curving her hands over Sandy's shoulders and pushing the delicate, dark-haired girl firmly out to arm's length. "I'll take over from here," she ordered.
Sandy sighed and nodded, silently yielding to Katie's preferences-as always. It was an agreement they'd made right from the start, without the need to ever voice the words.
Katie was the butch.
Katie gave the orders.
And Sandy must obey-must stand by-must hope that eventually she too would be satisfied.
Sandy allowed herself to be guided backward onto the bed by the insistent pressure of Katie's hands. Smiling nervously she settled herself down in among the pillows-fitting herself into the neat posture of passiveness just the way she knew Katie wanted her to.
For just a moment, her brain and body seemed to be revolting-screaming silently for Sandy to give in to her own impulses-to reach out and grab Katie-to throw the woman onto the bed, rip off that bathrobe and devour her lovely flesh inch by inch.
Common sense took hold immediately like a conditioned reflex. That would ruin everything, Sandy knew. The only way to have Katie was to give in to her-to surrender completely or, at least, appear to. It was an either/or situation. Katie wouldn't stand for power conflicts.
And Sandy couldn't afford to run the risk of spoiling the mood.
She closed her eyes and allowed the warm rushes of sensation to cover her as Katie's hands inched underneath the blouse and fought their way up onto the swell of breasts. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth parted slightly into a tentative smile as she felt Katie's fingertips closing over her nipples-capturing the rigid points of flesh and fondling them provocatively.
Involuntarily, Sandy began to rotate her hips in a slow primitive rhythm of desire as she felt the arousal growing and stretching inside her. She wished Katie would hurry this time-wished the woman would make them both naked and propel them both into orbit-but she knew better.
Katie was a slow worker when it came right down to the action in bed. She liked to tease, liked to toy, liked to play with the victim like a cat with a mouse.
Sandy slid a little further down into the pillows, telling herself that she might as well relax and enjoy this. There'd be no touching Katie now-no reciprocating until the signal was given. Sandy knew she must just lie there submissive-while Katie drove her up the wall with the need for release.
Katie's hands began to rub in slow rhythmic circles while they cupped Sandy's tits-pressing deeper into the soft, yielding flesh-making Sandy groan softly with delight.
"You like that don't you, baby?" Katie growled, a confident smile spreading slowly across her face. "I'm still the best for you, right?"
"Right," Sandy answered just as she knew Katie wanted her to. Just as though there were any others to compare her with. Katie had been her first and the woman knew it. Her first and her only. Sandy's salvation in a world where she thought she'd never find a place.
And now Katie's hands were moving downward over Sandy's belly-to the top of her pants-teasing along the waistband and making her flesh ripple with heated response.
Katie's fingers moved to the top button of Sandy's blouse and began slowly to part the material. Sandy gulped for air, using all her strength to keep herself from leaping up and throwing herself around this woman. She hadn't known that she'd needed it this badly-hadn't realized that it was possible to store up such a reserve of desire. But now, with Katie's hands moving over her body, with Katie's presence right there with her in the bed, Sandy realized that she was a woman possessed-a woman whose very life at this moment seemed to revolve around a single orgasm.
And only Katie could help her attain it.
Katie's hands moved slowly away from each other drawing the material of Sandy's blouse with them-until the girl's firm, upturned breasts were clearly in view.
"Nice," Katie whispered huskily, "real nice."
Sandy felt as though the vibrations of Katie's voice were echoing through her-resounding down into the very marrow of her bones. As she listened to the woman-talking softly-talking love words, she felt her own intensity doubling its strength-felt her very soul straining in Katie's direction. The woman was heaven and hell at the same time, Sandy knew. Her savior and her nemesis. She could restore her or destroy her with equal ease.
As Sandy lay helpless on the bed and let Katie drive her cunt and her passion to a frenzy she thought back to a time when she did not have Katie. When she was alone in the world and at the mercy of any man that might come her way.
She was innocent then. Innocent of all the things that could happen to a girl when she was left all alone in a place she did not know and with people that took advantage of her.
She had had many men in her life. Too many to count.
And they all had been the same. They all had wanted her cunt and nothing else. They wanted her mouth and her tits and they wanted her to do all the things to them but had never satisfied her.
Her first time she remembered was just like that. It was just like Katie was treating her now.
She was alone with that boy. What was his name? She could hardly remember him.
He was the captain of the football team in school and like all the other girls she was more than willing to do anything to him to get him to take her out on a date.
They were all like that back then and she was not different. She gave him everything and he took. He took with all he had and she was left all alone.
Yes. That was one night that she would never forget. Her whole body and soul had gone out to him then and she had given her cherry to that bastard.
She had given him the thing that she held precious even at that age and he had left her with nothing. Not even a thank you note.
That night they drove out to the lake. It was the summer and he was in training for the season that was about to come up. He was always in training. Towards the end he began to use that excuse for not seeing her.
She was alone with him and she remembered the way he smelled. The way his body moved as it inched its way to her and sent her temperature soaring higher than it had ever been before.
It was something powerful then and something that she had held as pure and sacred.
He came to her slowly and put his arm around her shoulder. He made her feel secure and safe, as if nothing would ever hurt her when he was around.
She knew that there was nothing she would not do for him even before he fucked her but she was being coy just the same. She did not want him to know that she was a virgin and that he was the first one to have her. He thought that she had been with a lot of other boys before him and that she was experienced in the ways of the world.
She felt his hand on her tit though she knew that the little game was up and that she had gotten more than she bargained for. She had bitten off more than she could chew and was now stuck with this horny man on her hands.
She almost regretted it and when she told him to be gentle with her he became a hungry beast.
He almost ripped off all her clothes and dove his mouth immediately between her legs. She was fresh and sweet in those days. She had never known the touch of another human's mouth on her cunt.
It sent waves of passion licking up through her body and her mind as his mouth worked harder and swifter between her thick cunt lips and the erect little nubbin of her clit.
She loved it at first. Loved the way his mouth sucked up all the juices she was producing and swallowed them all the way down into his throat.
She wanted more and more of him and pushed his head in all the way until he was almost choking and panting from the sucking up of her juices in his mouth.
Her shapely, young legs flailed about in the air and she bucked her cunt into his mouth and made him take more and more of her cunt.
She wanted to come desperately and she wanted him to make her happy.
But that was the farthest thing from his thoughts. All he wanted was what all the other men had wanted from her.
They wanted her cunt and they demanded to use it the way they wanted to.
And that night, Mike the great big football star, showed her exactly what all men were like.
His hands were cruel and harsh as he pulled at the crack of her ass and made her squirm in disgust and anguish at all the things he did to her.
As he dove into her muff his hands crawled along to the back of her thighs and then up to her asshole. He almost ripped her in two from the force of his attack and she swore that she bled that night.
Her act of love had been turned into something cruel and ugly and into something that she had never imagined before. It was something ugly. Something that was against everything she had ever been taught about love and about the way people were supposed to treat each other.
Her mouth worked furiously at trying to form the words that would take him from her cunt. That would release her from the grip that his lips and his mouth had on her clit.
He was working faster and faster and she could hear that labored animal breathing of his when he came up for air and when he grunted his pleasure at the rare feast he found in her tender cunt meat.
When he pulled his dripping mouth away from her cunt she was sure that the worst was yet to come.
She tried to run out of the car and run into the woods that surrounded the lake but he was much too fast for her. He was a demon when he caught her and threw her to the ground.
His heavy weight pinned her down and made all resistance impossible.
She was trapped beneath him and there was nothing she could do about it now.
She had to submit to whatever he wanted to do to her and he would have his way.
His cock flashed before her as he pulled it out and dangled it before her face. She was frozen, shocked, immobile before it.
Sandy felt the thing crawl along the inside of her thigh and she knew that he was going to fuck her. She knew that he was going to ram that cock of his all the way up her cunt.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
His hands grasped her knees and pulled them up almost over her head.
She was exposed and naked before him and her cunt was gaping and wide for the attack he would soon inflict on her.
She felt the huge head of it against her sore and dripping cunt lips and knew that he was fighting and searching for a way to get in there.
He was going to ram it in her and she was going to have to like it. That was the way it was with Mike. And that was the way it was with all men as far as she was concerned.
Without any warning Mike shoved his cock deep inside her and she felt the tearing and the ripping of tissue as it penetrated deeper and deeper than anything she had ever felt.
She was flooded and filled with his meat. She was choked full to the throat with his thick member and when she felt the slow insistent rhythm inside her she bit her lip and waited for the end she hoped would come soon.
He rocked back and forth on top of her, each stroke bringing with it more pain and more revulsion. His hot breath on her delicate neck was a sacrilege of every ideal she had ever felt and a pornography of every emotion she knew she had in her.
There was nothing she could do about it though she knew she had to lie there and take the punishment he dished out.
It seemed like forever until the moment came when he finally unleashed the final fury of his onslaught and drenched her sore and ravaged cunt with the juices from his balls.
She almost cried with happiness when she felt the come spurt and gush inside her.
It was a sign that he was through and her ordeal was over.
But all that was in the past.
It was something she had tried to forget and store away somewhere in her subconscious mind. It was too awful to remember. Too disgusting to think about.
She went to women a long time after that. Before the women came all those other men. All those other men that had let her down and made her feel like so much the fool that she felt she was. They were nothing but ego-shattering leeches that thrived off the weakness she showed them.
But they were all the same when it came time for fucking. They were sweet and gentle and they showed her nothing but their good side until it was time to let their hair down and show themselves for the pricks they really were.
They were nothing but that and she knew it.
Now she was with Katie. And no matter how bad Katie was she could never have been as bad as some of the men she had been with.
She at least was a woman. Not the ideal woman that Sandy would have wanted but at least a woman that could suck out her cunt the way she wanted and had a delicious cunt to suck instead of a cock.
That was the important thing. And now, as they made love, it was the only thing in the world she cared about.
Katie wiggled upward until her lips were only inches away from Sandy's breasts. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she plunged-covering Sandy's nipple with her mouth-stroking the tender flesh with a quick, darting tongue.
Sandy slipped her fingers into the softness of Katie's curly hair and pulled the woman closer to her-forcing Katie's mouth tighter against her flesh. Sandy felt the tip of her breast rubbing against the roof of Katie's mouth-felt Katie's sensuous tongue slowly around the nipple making it throb and ache with hot pulsating desire.
Katie's hand moved for the top of Sandy's jeans and fought with the button until it gave way. Quickly she slipped the zipper downward.
Sandy raised her hips cooperatively as the tight shorts were tugged over the curve of her hips and down to mid-thigh. She could hardly wait for Katie to pull them all the way to her ankles and toss them aside-one more hindrance out of the way.
Instead, Katie left the shorts bunched around Sandy's knees. Then Katie reached back upward-cupping her palm over the softness high at the inside of Sandy's thigh.
Sandy groaned softly and tried to spread her knees-but the stiff dungaree material stopped her mid-way. The best she could do was revolve her hips quickly, frantically as Katie's fingertips moved higher, toying with the bottom edge of her panties promising to slip underneath onto bare flesh at any moment.
She felt Katie's touch brushing softly over the flimsy material of the panties-fondling the hot eager cunt beneath-tormenting delightfully. Sandy twisted her fingers into the bed-sheets to keep herself from reaching for Katie's naked tits-swaying so temptingly close-so easily within reach.
Katie seemed to know, to sense, Sandy's inner wishes. On purpose she lowered her body just enough so that her nipples brushed over the nakedness of Sandy's belly and then upward until their breasts were touching and Sandy could feel the electric currents of desire rushing back and forth between their bodies.
Sandy thought she was going to scream-to go right out of her mind with the need for a closer, more intimate contact. Her cunt was dripping and wet already.
With trembling fingers she reached out to caress Katie's cheek-to touch the soft, satin flesh of the other woman's beautiful face. "Please," Sandy whispered, "don't make me wait any more. Don't make me beg!"
Katie's mouth twisted into a cruel, confident smile. "You really want it today, don't you baby." She smirked. "You really want it from me. Don't you?"
Sandy didn't answer. She couldn't. She felt her cheeks turning crimson with the humiliation of awareness. There was no pretense between them, no chance of mystery. Katie seemed able to guess every thought in Sandy's mind - every nuance of desire.
Sandy knew she had no place to hide, not even the privacy of her own thoughts.
She squeezed her knees together and lifted them slowly into the air-trapping Katie's fingers between her thighs.
Katie dug in-hard, angrily. "Don't rush me," she barked. "You know I don't like that."
"Please," Sandy was pleading again, "I can't stand to wait-can't stand to play."
"If you like we can just forget about the whole thing."
"Oh no, that's not what I meant-you know it isn't," Sandy sobbed.
"Okay then. Just relax and let me do what I want to."
There was a moment of silence-a tense, strained, horrible vacuum in which Sandy knew that she was in danger of losing Katie's interest, of spoiling everything with one more wrong move.
Slowly, resignedly, she lowered her legs flat against the mattress, closed her eyes and swallowed the last of her pride.
And it didn't matter, she told herself. Didn't matter at all. Pride and self-respect were nothing right now. Luxuries she couldn't afford. There was only one thing she needed-that bitch's mouth on her wet, hungry cunt. As long as she got that she could be happy.
Katie hooked her fingers over the waistband of Sandy's panties and began to inch her way downward-slowly-tormentingly.
Sandy thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow feeling as though she were about to choke on her own urgent need. Her cunt was on fire-twisting and knotting up with the tension of excitement.
That's what Katie wanted to see, Sandy knew. That's what Katie needed to set her own sparks flying.
Sandy was right. As she writhed back and forth beneath Katie's touch, she heard Katie's breathing turn shallow and rapid-heard the woman start to sigh with arousal.
And she felt the fingers-those long, expert, knowing fingers moving further down inside the panties-probing all the way into her cunt-digging deeper into hot, moist, eager pussy.
Suddenly Katie seemed to become a blur of motion. Hurrying down toward the foot of the bed she yanked Sandy's shorts all the way down, tossed them across to a nearby chair and rushed back to twist her fingers into the flimsy material of Sandy's panties and tug the garment downward.
"Take off that damned blouse," Katie ordered. "I want to see you naked."
Sandy was more than happy to obey. Bolting to a sitting position, she slid her blouse down her arms and let it fall to the floor.
"Stand up," Katie ordered as she swung her own legs over the side of the bed. "Come right here in front of me."
Sandy did as she was told-moving until she stood between Katie's spread knees.
Katie'd reached up and cupped one of Sandy's breasts in each hand-testing the weight, the fullness-rubbing the stiff, swollen nipples with her thumbs.
Sandy threw her head back, closed her eyes and let the animal sounds of hunger wrench themselves free from her throat. She placed her palms on Katie's shoulders-needing something to support her, to steady her as Katie's mouth found the flesh of her belly and began to nuzzle its way downward.
Katie's hands slid down over Sandy's sides and then around to cup the fullness of her buttocks-to pull her closer to the bed-to hold her steady.
Sandy thrust her hips forward as Katie's tongue moved swiftly-darting, fluttering-finding the dark meat of her cunt and thrusting deeper.
Sandy felt herself falling forward as Katie pulled her down above her. Quickly, she thrust her hands in front of her onto the mattress to break her fall. Then, gulping for air, she crawled up into position above the other woman.
She heard her own voice as though from a great distance-the sounds of uncontrollable lust as Katie worked beneath her spread cunt lips, kissing, nipping, using her tongue, her mouth, her lips to drive Sandy wild with need.
Sandy pistoned her hips-straining to capture that perfect moment, hovering it seemed just out of her reach-dangling ever so temptingly before her. She was aware but only vaguely of Katie's fingers sliding up and down through the softness of her quivering inner thighs.
And then suddenly she began to feel that exquisite tension solidifying within her-shaping itself into one, distinct, acute sensation-strengthening rapidly, heatedly and growing toward the maddening bursting point of orgasm.
It was at that point, as always, that Katie withdrew. With a soft tapping of her fingers on Sandy's hip, she gave the signal-told Sandy without words that it was time.
Eagerly, breathlessly, Sandy crawled away from Katie and moved herself onto her back-waiting-trembling-knowing that the grand finale was in sight.
In a moment Katie was above her, forcing Sandy's knees wider apart with her own, spreading her cunt-lowering herself full-length until their pussies were locked tight up against each other.
Sandy cried out with the ecstasy of total contact as the pressure of clitoris against naked clitoris drove fingers of white-hot light through her brain. Reflexively, she arched her hips upward-pressing the sensitive clit tighter against Katie-picking up the other woman's rhythmic, rocking motion.
The bed springs creaked protestingly underneath them as the fires of their passion compelled them to move faster-harder. The sound of the floor fan was accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of naked, glistening bellies against each other and the soft murmurs of urgency.
Sandy wound her arms around Katie's shoulders and pulled the woman down even closer against her. She felt their breasts crushed flat against each other-their legs and thighs intertwined, straining for closer contact.
"Come on, baby-give it to me," Katie grunted as she thrust herself roughly, brutally at Sandy. "Let me hear you scream."
Sandy gave way to the holocaust of sensation whipping through her. She heard herself sighing, moaning, calling Katie's name-heard the obscenities that would embarrass her later in retrospect-heard the sounds of her own desperation.
And then, suddenly, Katie's mouth was grinding down hard over her own-and Katie's tongue was sliding in deep-and Katie's own body was beginning to quake as the frenzy of completion descended.
They moved as one now-clinging tightly-straining closer to each other-moving in perfect rhythm as the first moments of release came shimmering into sight. Sandy's long fingers fluttered down along the ridge of Katie's spine-onto the firm, compact ass-down into the moist softness between white, silken thighs.
Together they rolled across the mattress straining to make the perfect moment last-to hold onto the fleeting ecstasy of release.
And then slowly, gently they drifted back toward reality-curled snuggly in each other's arms-gasping for breath-silent with exhaustion.
Their cunts were slick and wet, rubbed against each other in delicious friction as they slowed down.
Their mouths were open as they gasped for air.
Sandy was happy as she felt the warm sensations of orgasm spread a pink glow over her body.
She was satisfied.