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Roseanna, by Ace, 2000

I can no longer keep the secret, and furthermore I don't see any
need to.

I want to tell the world, I want to tell everyone about Roseanna and
I.

Since I was six years old, Roseanna was my neighbor. Our two
families shared a duplex; Roseanna's family rented from us.

When I was young, Roseanna's mother, Mary, used to babysit for me.
In practice, this meant that I stayed frequently in their house, and
Roseanna was my playmate.

Often I would just spend the night there when I was a child and my
parents had been out late. Even then, I think I was in love with
Roseanna.

When I was 10, there was a falling out between our families. I was
no longer allowed to stay over at Roseanna's place. Of course no one
could stop us from playing together during the day.

To this day, I have never figured out exactly what it was that
caused the animosity. But the way no one will tell me, I suppose it'
s some scandal. I suspect my dad and Mary might have had an affair.

My mother even wanted Roseanna's family to move out, but my dad said
that would be unfair. As long as they could pay the rent, they
shouldn't be thrown out of their home.

My mother used to make nasty little comments about Roseanna and her
mother. She tried to discourage me from playing with Roseanna, and
I pretended to spend less time with her.

The reality was quite different.

There was a little door in my room that led to a loft over the
veranda that ran the length of our two houses. Mine was nailed
shut, but the one in Roseanna's room opened. I pried the little
door open to my room, so that Roseanna could sneak over to our house
to watch TV with me in my room in the evening.

We were only 10 years old then, and we were completely innocent.
But we would lie together in my little bed until late at night, and
sometimes we would both fall asleep there.

When we were both 12, Roseanna's father died. After that, she used
to sleep with me most nights. We weren't so young anymore that we
didn't know that it was naughty for boys and girls to sleep
together. The thing was, Roseanna just couldn't sleep in her own
bed without having recurring nightmares. In my young arms, she
could sleep fitfully.

This was not sexual. Not in the sense of having intercourse, in any
case. Roseanna needed love, comfort, reassurance.

We used to kiss each other good night, though, and we would sleep
naked.

Our relationship became more and more secret. Although we attended
the same school, Roseanna was Hispanic, and I a gringo. There was a
racial divide in our town, and somehow, without saying much about
it, Roseanna and I pretended to barely know each other during the
day. Our parents seemed to be happy that we apparently ignoring
each other. Little did they know that their little girl and their
little boy were secretly sharing a bed each night.

As Roseanna's breasts, and my penis, grew, our innocent affection
gradually changed. Totally unselfconsciously, we explored each
other's budding sexuality. Our innocent kisses became kisses of
passion, our childish puppy love started to transform into
adolescent lust.

Roseanna was fascinated how my penis would become erect when she
fondled it, and I had my first orgasm in her hands.

We had been kissing and petting for awhile before going to sleep
each night, and Roseanna really like playing with my "Willie". Of
course, I liked her to play with it too!

She used to wind me up each night with this semi innocent play, and
inevitably, one night she got me just a little bit too wound.

It scared the hell out of us both.

It didn't take us long to figure out what it was about. I went to
the library, and did some reading.

Roseanna started to enjoy jerking me off, and she did it for me
almost every night.

When we were 14 I think, was the first time we had full, penetrative
sex.

As I said, I had done some reading. Roseanna and I were lying in
bed, kissing. Roseanna had my cock out, and was fondling it, as she
liked to do. I was caressing her crotch through her panties. I was
naked; she was in her underwear, her new young breasts swelling her
bra.

I sat up, and slowly removed her panties. She stared in the
wide-eyed, but said nothing, did nothing to stop me. I put a
forefinger to the inside of each of her knees, and she spread her
legs wide at my touch. Keeping eye contact with her, I slowly
lowered my face to her tender young groin. I reached out to her
with my tongue, and made contact with her salty wet clit.

I remember being surprised at the taste. I didn't particularly like
it, the first time, but I loved the way she jumped when I licked her
there.

We always kept the TV on when we were together in my room, to mask
the sound of our talking. That evening, for the first time, it
masked the sound of more than talking.

I tongued Roseanna to her first orgasm, and she couldn't have enough
after that. I liked to do it too; it really turned me on to see her
come.

Roseanna licked my cock for the first time, and I thought I would
die from the sheer pleasure. I begged her to put it in her mouth,
and she did.

She squeezed my cock when I came, like she always did when she
jerked me off, to keep from making a mess.

It wasn't long after that that I penetrated her for the first time.
We had both been enjoying oral sex, but the real thing was special,
the way we could hold each other tightly, our sexual organs directly
stimulating each other, while we caressed each other with our
fingertips, while we made love with our lips, our tongue's, our
souls.

Roseanna went on the pill when she was 15, and after that there was
no holding us back. Those were the best years of my life. After
school I'd come home, head straight up to my room, and meet Roseanna
there. We would make love, passionately.

Then he would do our homework, maybe watch some TV snuggling
together. Then make love again.

I think we were addicted to sex, the way some people are addicted to
alcohol or drugs. We had to force ourselves to spend time apart, so
that people wouldn't notice.

Around that time racial tensions started to really take over in our
school. Roseanna's circle of friends and my circle of friends
virtually didn't overlap.

There was occasional violence.

When we were 16 years old, Roseanna started to date Tommy Marietta.
It drove me mad with jealousy, of course. At first, Roseanna said
it was just for appearances. Roseanna had become a stunningly
beautiful girl, and it was true, it would look odd if she didn't
date somebody.

Tommy was a tall, good-looking boy, and he had a convertible. He
would drive Roseanna and her girlfriends anywhere they needed to go.
Roseanna and Tommy were very popular couple.

I would be hanging out with my own circle of friends sometimes, and
I'd see Roseanna walking by with Tommy.

Roseanna, Roseanna; tall and thin, with that ass that only
16-year-old girls can have, a push-up bra under a thin blouse
showing her ample cleavage.

Tommy's strong arm around her narrow naked waste, her great smile
lighting up the day.

My arms wrapped around Roseanna's thighs, my tongue playing a sweet
tune on her clit, feeling only joy as Roseanna tears at my hair
while she comes.

Roseanna stepping out of Tommy's car, fish net stockings,
microskirt, heels. Every head turning, every male lusting after my
Roseanna.

Lovingly massaging, stroking, Roseanna's smooth back. While fucking
her slowly doggy style.

Roseanna dancing with Tommy at a school party, her thick black hair
hanging in curls to the middle of her back, her long fingers
caressing the back of his neck, my eyes trying to stay away.

Roseanna's tongue in my mouth, my hard cock plunging in and out of
her tight young cunt, our four arms crushing our two bodies
together.

Roseanna's bright laughter, dressed only in a bikini, stretched out
in the passenger seat of Tommy's car, driving off.

Roseanna's big dark eyes regarding me, the sexy curl of her lips as
her mouth opens and slowly descends over my hard cock.

Roseanna would often come home late from her dates with him, but
when she came, she would come to my bed.

I wanted to end the secrecy; it was burning me up. I wanted to be me
that Roseanna was seen with, I wanted it to be me that took her out
dancing.

Roseanna; in my bed, wrapped in my arms; " But Luke, if I started
going out with you, and dumped Tommy, there would be big trouble."

"I don't care, Roseanna. We can't go on like this."

"Luke, it's bigger than you and me. Something like that could be
the spark that causes the whole town to explode."

She was right, we couldn't do it. What we were doing was dangerous
in the extreme, but it was not the time to come out with it.

"But why do you have to go out with Tommy?"

"God damn, Luke, it's great in here with you, but there's a world
outside too. You can't drive me around it. Tommy can."

I installed a shower and a small sink stand in my room. It made a
big difference to be able to clean ourselves up before going back to
bed.

I was 18, and had just started college, when Roseanna dropped the
bombshell; "Luke, I'm pregnant."

My mind swam, my head went into a spin. I wanted to marry Roseanna,
I wanted to make her mine, exclusively mine, but I wanted to finish
my college. I wanted a family, and I wanted it with Roseanna, only
Roseanna. But what hope was there for happiness in the long-term,
if I didn't get a degree first?

"How could this have happened, Roseanna? I thought you were on the
pill."

She looked at the floor; "Accidents happen, Luke. There's no such
thing as a 100 percent sure contraceptive. I - um, I might have
missed a dose."

I held her hand in mine; "We have to arrange for an abortion for
you, Roseanna."

Her eyes flashed anger, and she got up from my bed, and ducked
through the corridor to her own room.

"I'm going to marry Tommy" she told me the next day.

"Roseanna! How can you do this to me? I love you! I love you
Roseanna!"

"You don't want me, you don't want my baby. You just go to school
for a few more years, then you find yourself a nice white girl."

"I do want you, Roseanna! And I want to have a family with you, I
want to marry you. But I want to be able to support you, us."

"It's too late Luke. Tommy has asked me to marry him, and I've
already said yes."

"But Roseanna, it's my baby!"

"I don't think so, Luke."

The reality washed over me like a cold hard wave. Roseanna, my
beautiful, sexy, Roseanna, had been going out with Tommy for two
years. How had I been able to pretend to myself that their
relationship had been platonic? We were all 18 now, of course there
was no possible way that supercool Tommy Marietta was taking out the
sexy Roseanna for two years without getting any.

"But I love you, Roseanna! I love everything about you, I love to
hair on your head, I love your fingers, your toes! Don't do this to
me, Roseanna! Tell me what I have to do to keep you!"

"Oh, come on Luke. We have nothing in common. I like to go out
dancing every night, you like to stay in and study. I want to
settle down right now and have my baby, you want to spend four more
years in school, then devote yourself to some career. We've never
spent time together outside of his room, how could a marriage
between us possibly work? I hate to tell you this Luke, I do love
you. But I love Tommy, too."

Roseanna married Tommy within weeks.

But in the meantime, she couldn't keep herself away from my bed.

We both knew it was wrong now, but neither of us could leave it out.
The sex was just too damn good. The way we loved each other, needed
each other, cherished each other. Despite what Roseanna had said,
and despite what she was about to do [get married to Tommy], our
love could not be denied.

I had never had sex with anyone except Roseanna; I had nothing to
compare it to. But I now knew the she had, with Tommy at least,
perhaps others. How could I know? But I did know one thing;
Roseanna couldn't stop coming back to me.

We made love desperately, vowing to stop when she was married. I
kept trying to dissuade her; I wanted her to marry me. I told her
we'd keep the baby, my parents would help us, we could do it. But
she told me the choice was made, the die was cast. She had been
split between two lovers, and once she was married, that conflict
would be over.

I was invited to the wedding, but I made an excuse and didn't go.

I didn't see Roseanna for a while, several months. Then she had a
fight with Tommy and came home to Mama for a few days.

I heard her coming through the corridor that night, and I felt my
heart rate increase.

She crawled through the funny little half door, the way she always
used to do. Except now she was six months pregnant.

We sat together on my bed and she cried on my shoulder softly. I
still loved her, I wanted to comfort her, I wanted her to be happy.

She told me about the argument she'd had with Tommy. Something
inconsequential that had been blown into a big deal. I hugged her
to me and kissed her cheek.

I would have loved to tell her that Tommy was a scumbag, she should
leave him, divorce him, and marry me. I would gladly take her to the
altar nine months pregnant; I didn't care what people would say.

But the truth was, Tommy was not a scumbag. He was a decent guy, as
much as I hated to admit it. And I've always been an honest
schmuck. I told her was probably only her hormones.

She relaxed against me.

I ran my hand lightly around her swollen belly.

Our lips met.

Her hand went to my crotch.

I found her irresistibly beautiful, the glow of her, even the
swollen tight skin of her pregnant belly.

I made love to her very carefully, very lovingly. She was
passionate, our fire had not diminished at all.

The next day, she went home to her husband.

Roseanna started spending every Wednesday with her mother at home,
and would return to Tommy on Thursday morning.

Of course, she would retire to her old room, lock the door, and
crawl through the corridor to my room.

We kept fucking until she was eight months along. I would've thought
that I would be put off by her state, but she just turned me on more
and more. Everything about Roseanna always turned me on.

We had fun with it, actually. We had to be very inventive, finding
new positions.

Roseanna would lie on her side, and I'd enter her from behind,
screwing her carefully while caressing her rapidly swelling tits and
womb.

Or she would lie with her crotch on the edge of the bed, and I'd
fuck her while standing.

In her last month, we didn't think it was safe to fuck anymore, but
we would still lie together, loving each other for our precious one
night a week.

Roseanna would always take care of me though, giving me long, sweet,
blowjobs.

Even after the baby was born, we barely missed a beat. I think one
Wednesday, maybe two. Then she was back, back with me, back in my
arms. On Wednesday nights, anyway.

It took some time for her vagina to heal and tighten up again after
the birth. But my desire for her was undiminished, and I began to
make love with her as soon as she was no longer sore.

It was funny, because we had installed a baby phone in her room
years before, so we would be able to hear if her mother knocked on
her door. Now it was being used for what it was originally built
for.

I graduated, and got a good job in the IT industry. My parents were
getting worried about me by then, they couldn't understand why I'd
never had a girlfriend, and now they didn't understand why I didn't
move into my own place. I was earning plenty of money.

Of course, I couldn't tell them that I was screwing a married woman
in my bedroom every Wednesday night, and that it probably wouldn't
have been possible if I moved into my own place.

My mother even thought I was gay, and kept trying to get me to come
out with it. I even considered lying, and telling her she was
right, just to get her off my back.

Then the tragedy struck. Roseanna and Tommy were both killed in a
car wreck.

I was devastated, of course. And there was no one I could talk to
about it. I thought I would explode if I had to keep his grief
within myself.

I went next door to talk to Marry, Roseanna's mother. I told her
everything.

We cried in each other's arms, united in our mutual grief, both of
us stripped of the only one we loved.

I never expected to get an erection.

Mary is still a beautiful woman, she gave birth to Roseanna very
young. I suddenly wondered why she had been living alone for so
long. I suppose she must have had boyfriends.

I suddenly became aware of how slim her waist was, how easily my
arms wrapped around her. Her small, firm breasts against my chest.

She kissed me.

We held each other some more.

She kissed me again.

I kissed her.

I felt her hand tracing the length of my erection through my
trousers.

Our tears began to dry as I unzipped her dress, unhooked her bra.

She had a wonderful figure for an older woman. Of course, she
couldn't compare with Roseanna. But Roseanna was dead.

Mary has a smooth dark complexion, a squarish jaw, a wide generous
mouth.

I felt a lot of conflict about this, I was unsure if it was a good
thing to do. Even as my stiff cock entered her willing vagina, I
had doubts.

I was unable to bring her to orgasm, and when we were done I felt
like shit.

"What have we done, Mary?"

"I think it's called sex, Luke"

"But why, Mary? What made us do that?"

"Lust. Grief, need. Do you feel bad about it, Luke?"

"Yes."

"Well, I don't. My daughter is dead, I'm alone. So are you. I
don't think we've done anything wrong."

"But Mary, you're like my own mother to me, you're my daughter's
grandmother."

"What makes you think you're Lucile's father?"

"Oh, come on Mary. Just look at the kid, do you think she looks
like me, or like Tommy?"

She had to admit I was right.

So that's how the situation remains. Mary adopted her
granddaughter, and I still live at home.

Every night, I crawl through the corridor to spend the evening with
my girls.

I've had to help Mary a lot financially, but it's only my
responsibility.

Some gray has started to appear in Mary's black hair now, but she
still turns me on.

It's not like it was with Roseanna, it's more relaxed, comfortable.

We make love once or twice a week these days, and we've become good
together.

Sometimes we think we should move away together. Other times Mary
thinks I should leave her and find a woman my own age.

I don't think I'll ever in over the loss of Roseanna, but Mary is my
woman now, she loves and cares for my child.

I think I love her.

Ace, 2000

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Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 58
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 58

After this wild, ecstatic night with Brandi, Laura found that
her preoccupation with losing Jonelle was actually beginning to
fade. It wasn't exactly the great sex that made her forget, but
more the watershed of her relationship with Brandi. She didn't feel
that because she loved Brandi that she loved Jonelle any less, but
somehow having lost her seemed less final, less devastating.

Still, she knew she would rarely see Brandi. It was true, they
were dynamite to each other. A normal relationship between them was
impossible.

But Laura put the video away in a safe place, until she should
need it again. And she returned to thinking about Cecilia and
masturbating in the evenings.

Seeing Cecilia at work each day only made her desire hotter.
At night she would lie in bed and indulge in heated reveries about
seducing the girl. She would imagine herself slowly removing
Cecilia's clothes, and often she would come before the image of the
girl in her mind was even naked.

God, she's so gorgeous! she thought over and over. It was the
first time in her life that Laura had countless self-induced orgasms
while dreaming of someone. And she had, of course, never seen
Cecilia naked. But Cecilia was a sharp dresser, and she dressed to
show off her tall body, her jutting breasts, her tiny waist, her
beautiful ass. She dressed tastefully, but nevertheless cleverly.

And at night, alone, Laura in her mind removed Cecilia's
clothes and kissed her black black black skin, touching her own
pussy carefully with only one finger, until she came. Now having
lunch with the girl grew difficult. Cecilia chattered on about her
boyfriend.

"He's so jealous," she said. "He's even jealous of you. Can
you believe that? I told him about you, and I don't know why he
thinks you're a threat to him. Men are so silly. I mean, he knows
I don't . . . you know, like, do it with girls. How dumb!"

"Right," Laura smiled. "Dumb."

And yet all the while she was looking longingly at Cecilia's
exquisite dark smooth long neck, wanting to kiss it, wanting to suck
it, wanting to hear the girl yelp with a hot, uncontrollable sexual
excitement that she, Laura, caused. I'm jealous of him too, she
wanted to tell Cecilia. He gets to run his hands all over your
naked body.

She shivered abruptly, shot through by a hot pang of sexual
excitement.

"Oh, what was that?" Cecilia asked, concerned. "Are you
getting sick?"

Laura realized that she must look a little wan. Just horny
for you, my darling, she wanted to say.

"No, I'm all right. I just felt faint for a moment."

Cecilia reached across the table and felt her forehead for a
fever.

"You're hot. You should lie down."

"I'm okay. Really."

"You know, my boss is out of town. You could lie down for a
while on the sofa in his office. I do it sometimes, after lunch, if
I'm sleepy. You know," she crinkled her nose, smiling
mischievously, "if Ron's been pumping me the night before, keeping
me awake?"

Laura smiled. She did feel a little faint. And it would mean
being closer to Cecilia for a few more minutes. She gave in.
Cecilia took her back to her boss's office. She propped up a pillow
behind Laura's head, comforting her, leaning close, letting Laura
smell her wonderful fresh odors, letting Laura's lips come
agonizingly close to her incredibly black and smooth cheek.

She even leaned over far enough for Laura to peek down her
blouse and see the full cups of her stark white bra, almost popping
from the pressure of Cecilia's hard young breasts. This of course
made Laura feel faint with lust again.

Cecilia leaned close and whispered. "I'd like to stay here
and keep you company, but I really have to get to work or people
will talk. But I'll look in on you in a few minutes."

"Thanks," Laura said, hungrily devouring the girl's legs with
her eyes as Cecilia left the office.

She lay there for about ten minutes, mainly realizing how wet
she was, how desperately she wanted to make love to Cecilia. Then
she got up and went outside. She stopped at Cecilia's desk.

"Gosh, are you okay?" Cecilia said, wonderfully bright-eyed,
naive, and good-natured.

"I'm . . . much better. Thank you for letting me lie down."

"Want me to take you home after work? I've got my car here?"

Oh god! Laura thought. Temptation. "That would be nice," she
said softly, half-hating herself, but spending most of her effort
trying not to blush with shame.

"Meet me here at five," Cecilia said, smiling.

Laura could hardly stand the tension. She actually got a
headache during the afternoon, waiting for five o'clock. It must be
pent-up lust, she thought. What else could it be? But she took
aspirin, and was fine by five. Cecilia drove her home, then offered
to come up before Laura could even ask her.

"Just to make sure you don't faint or anything," she said.

"Why are you being so good to me, Cecilia?"

"I like you, Laura. Isn't it obvious? I like you a lot."

"I like you too."

Laura offered her a glass of wine, once they reached her
apartment. She glanced around hurriedly to make sure that Brandi or
Karen hadn't left some piece of underwear lying in a conspicuous
place that she had missed. But everything was clean.

"I shouldn't. I'm driving," Cecilia said.

"Maybe you're right." Laura so expected to be turned down
that she didn't push it.

"But I will anyway," Cecilia said, perkily as ever.

Laura poured wine for them. Her mind briefly skittered back
over all the girls she had poured wine for in her kitchen before
taking them back into the livingroom and slowly maneuvering them
into bed. And of course a few of them had left in a snit, only to
return later, even hotter for it after having thought it over.

They talked about work, then about men. Laura enjoyed just
feasting her eyes on the gorgeous girl. But then Cecilia began
talking about how beautiful she, Laura, was.

"I've always looked up to you," she confessed. "I think
you're so beautiful. You really should be a model, or a movie star,
with your kind of looks."

Laura blushed. "You think so?"

"I really do. I know I'm . . . well, pretty good looking.
But I'm black, and people really don't go for that as much."

"I think you're wrong there," Laura said. "What about Naomi
Campbell? And by the way, you're far more beautiful than she is."

"Ohhhh . . ." Cecilia scoffed.

"It's true. And you have such a gorgeous body."

"You sound like a man. You got me blushing."

Giddy with sexual excitement, Laura felt like plunging ahead,
but restrained herself, with difficulty. She sensed it wouldn't
take much to push Cecilia too far. The girl was naive and artless.

In the past she had seduced girls by caressing them,
flattering them, but she wondered if taking a different tack with
Cecilia might not work. Cecilia thought she, Laura, was gorgeous.
Maybe she should play on that.

"I feel so stiff and uncomfortable in these work clothes," she
said. "You wouldn't mind if I changed, would you?"

"It's your apartment. If I were home, I'd be in shorts in
about a second."

"I'll be right back."

In her bedroom, Laura quickly shed her clothes and put on the
revealing aquamarine teddy that she had worn first for Barbara, then
later for Karen. It was very provocative, and she knew it would
have an effect on Cecilia, though she didn't know exactly what
effect. But it was also too blatant to wear by itself. She had a
light robe that she put on over it, leaving the sash tied loosely
enough so that the teddy was still partially visible.

Looking at herself in the mirror before returning to the
livingroom, Laura realized that she did look good enough to eat.
Would Cecilia think so?

Cecilia didn't say anything, at first. But Laura could see
her looking. After a few minutes, when Laura's robe grew even
looser, revealing the teddy, and much more of her body, Cecilia
couldn't suppress her curiosity any longer.

"What's that beautiful thingee you've got on?" she asked.

"Oh, this?"

"Gosh, yes. Let me see all of it. Take the robe off."

Laura could feel her cunt getting wet, but she tried to
control herself. This means nothing, she thought. Nothing! Don't
get excited over nothing!

Slowly, a little seductively, she removed the robe, letting
Cecilia see not only the teddy but also her spectacular naked legs.
She turned and moved skillfully so that her perfect breasts would
sway under the fabric. She could see Cecilia's eyes on them, on
every part of her body.

"God, where did you buy it?" Cecilia exclaimed. "Ron would
love it. I could drive him crazy, wearing that little thing."

Laura's spirit dropped, though she tried not to show it. Ron!
How about me? Don't you want me? You said I was beautiful.

"You want to try it on, yourself?" she asked, trying to calm
her beating pulse.

"You know it wouldn't fit. I'm bigger than you. Not only
taller, but up here too." She pointed to her magnificent, jutting
breasts.

"I guess you're right."

"How do you get it off?"

Laura remembered this question, the same one both Barbara and
Karen had asked.

"Snaps. Want to see?"

Cecilia nodded. Laura's pulse raced more excitedly than ever
as she dropped one hand to her groin and unsnapped the two tiny
snaps. The fabric parted, displaying the silky hair of her thatch.
Each small movement of her body made the teddy move even higher,
exposing the smooth skin of her belly. Cecilia seemed excited too,
looking at Laura's body.

"How does it feel?" she asked. "I mean, is it scratchy?"

Laura shook her head. "Want to feel it?"

"Yes."

Cecilia came over and slipped one finger under the teddy at
Laura's bare shoulder. Her eyes were smoky and throbbing, but Laura
wondered how much she knew of how she was feeling.

"Feels okay," she said, in a slightly hypnotized voice.

"Want to feel more?" Laura whispered.

"What . . . do you mean?"

Their mouths were only inches apart. Laura looked down at
Cecilia's beautiful, sensual lips.

"Do you want to feel . . . me?" Laura murmured, so softly that
she herself almost could not hear it.

But Cecilia heard it. She stiffened visibly and pulled back.

"I . . . I don't know what you're talking about," she
stammered clumsily. "I don't know if you're . . . that way or not,
Laura. But you know I'm . . . not that way. So, just so we don't
have any misunderstanding, I think I'd better go."

Cecilia was not frightened, just a little nervous, but clear-
eyed and strong. But she didn't let her eyes stray a second from
Laura's face.

"I . . . didn't mean to upset you," Laura said, trying not to
show how crestfallen she was.

"You didn't. Case closed."

"You could stay. I didn't mean anything. I'll put my robe
back on."

"No. I'd better leave."

"Okay."

At the door, Cecilia lingered. Her eyes were still throbbing.
Laura walked slowly over to her, still wearing only the unsnapped
teddy, her naked breasts bobbing firmly under it, her large coral
nipples drifting under the semi-transparent fabric. Cecilia's eyes
were on them.

"No hard feelings," she swallowed as Laura approached her.

"No." Laura shook her head. "I still wish you would stay."

"Are you . . . really one?" Cecilia finally asked, unable to
stop herself.

"No," Laura said softly, lying straight into the girl's eyes.

"I still think I'd better go."

And she left, taking one long, lingering look at Laura in the
risque teddy, then turning and leaving without a look back.