One Night at the Jefferson

by Colleen Thomas

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 façade 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 Morpheus for the night.

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