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"Please, Sophie. Finish me. Please?"

"What?" Sophie blinked, completely confused, thinking Laura couldn't possibly mean what it sounded like she meant.

"Please?" Laura pleaded once more. She guided Sophie's hand under the waistband of her boxers and before Sophie could make any sense of what was happening—or stop it—her

fingers were pushed past Laura's coarse hair and into the warm, moist flesh between her

thighs.

"Jesus Christ," Sophie gasped out as her fingers were immediately coated with a shocking amount of Laura's arousal. She'd been having a dream, all right.

Laura's other hand came up and hooked around the back of Sophie's neck.

"Laura?" Sophie whispered the name, alarmed that her fingers had begun moving in the silky wetness all on their own. She knew she should say something more, but no words would

come. When Laura pulled her head down, Sophie didn't—couldn't—resist. Their lips

crushed together in a bruising kiss that sent fire shooting through Sophie's body, short-

circuiting any and all rational thought stemming from her brain, trying to force her to do

nothing but feel for a change. Letting go mentally was something she had never been good

at, but she tried it now. She pulled back, wrenching their lips apart so she could look Laura in the eye. They held one another's gaze, searching, trying to understand what was

happening.

Am I just a vestige of a dream? Does she want me or this? Does it even matter? Sophie

pushed the thoughts away. No, none of it mattered. They were two grown women, both

lonely, both needy, both in a position to offer pleasure to the other. And I've wanted her

since the second she shook my hand that first day, Sophie admitted. It was the truth and

she decided she should run with it for once in her life. She lowered her head and set about

devouring Laura's mouth.

They fit surprisingly well together. Laura held tightly to the

back of Sophie's head and used her other hand to guide Sophie's. As Sophie nipped and

sucked her way along the side of Laura's neck, Laura glanced down and her arousal

ratcheted up another notch at the sensual dichotomy the two of them created: Laura's

light skin on top of Sophie's dark as their forearms led down her torso and their hands

disappeared into her shorts.

Sophie couldn't get enough. She felt wild, like a captive animal suddenly uncaged. She

pushed Laura's tank top up, wanting to see her breasts, to touch them and taste them. The

pink nipples stood erect and inviting. Laura gasped as Sophie closed her lips over one,

sucking it in deeply, raking her teeth across it. The only thought in Sophie's head was that

she wanted more. More, more, more. To a whimpered protest from Laura, she withdrew her

hand from the wet warmth and curled her fingers around the waistband of the shorts.

Looking up into Laura's face, she tugged at them.

Laura obediently raised her hips, watching in flushed excitement as Sophie slid the shorts

down her legs and tossed them to the floor. In a haze of arousal, she propped herself up on

her elbows to watch as Sophie pushed her thighs apart and draped Laura's bare legs over

her shoulders. Her eyes never left Laura's as she lowered her mouth to Laura's drenched

core and tickled the swollen flesh with barely the tip of her tongue. Laura's breath hitched

and caught, the hair-light touch sending a wave of electricity through her limbs.

Sophie knew the power she possessed at that moment and she loved it. She repeated the

barest of touches, brimming with satisfaction as Laura's head dropped back between her

shoulder blades and a sensual groan rose from deep in her throat. It had been so long since

Sophie had felt this way, been this turned on just from watching the sexual arousal of

another woman and knowing she was responsible. Her time with Kelly seemed eons ago now

as she focused instead on somebody else, somebody new, somebody different.

She touched her tongue to Laura's silky wet skin once more, using a hint more pressure.

The combination of Laura's musky scent and her salty-sweet taste was making it difficult

for Sophie to take her time. In the back of her mind, a little voice was pushing her, egging

her on, cheering for her to plunge in, to take what was being offered and to take it now,

fast and hard. She tamped down the desire, wanting to take her time, wanting to savor

every moment, every taste and touch and twitch. It had been so long. She didn't want it to

end too soon.

Using her thumbs, she spread Laura open farther, exposing the hidden pink flesh that was

normally protected, and ran her tongue along its smoothness. Laura groaned, her breathing

ragged now as she dropped flat onto her back. She was pleading in the softest of whispers,

a constant stream of begging. Sophie could barely hear her, but when she did, she felt a

surge of excitement hit her low in her own belly.

"Oh, Sophie. Oh, please. Please. You're driving me crazy. My God, you're driving me crazy..."

Sophie smiled against the slick wet and let her tongue skirt around teasingly, enjoying the

endless flow of imploring dialogue coming from her prey. Then she decided to up the ante

and slipped her fingers into Laura's waiting entrance. Laura's entire body convulsed and

Sophie felt fingers fisting her hair roughly. The pain was delicious.

Clamping her arm down across Laura's stomach to keep her in place, Sophie went to work in

earnest. She pressed with her tongue and matched the rhythm of her fingers as she slid

them in, then pulled them out slowly, letting the tips dance lightly before pushing back in

with more force. She kept it up, listening with elation as Laura continued to beg for

release, her head tossing from side to side, one hand still in Sophie's hair, the other

pressing the pillow into her own face to stifle the gasping and pleading.

Laura was sure she was going to spontaneously combust at any moment, that Sophie was

trying to kill her. Death by sex. It was possible, wasn't it? She felt as if she'd been in this position with Sophie countless times. Sophie seemed to know her body too well, know

exactly what to do and how. She was putty in Sophie's hands. She was Play-Doh. Sophie

could mold her and shape her any way she wanted.

She tried to direct, to push her hips more firmly into Sophie's mouth, but Sophie's arm

was pressed down tightly on her stomach, on her hips, not allowing her to move. She was

Sophie's prisoner and only Sophie would decide when she would be released. Fingers thrust

into her roughly and Shockwaves sizzled through her body. They were pulled out and

skimmed maddeningly over the sensitive skin at her entrance. Without warning, Sophie

plunged them in again, stealing the breath from Laura's lungs. Sophie's tongue pressed and

probed and stroked, feather-light, until Laura could barely remember her own name, let

alone where she was. It was bliss...tortured, uncontrollable, sob-worthy bliss.

Just when Laura was sure there was no way she could take any

more, that she was quite simply going to die from the pleasure, Sophie took mercy on her.

Finally, thankfully, she sank into her and covered Laura's center with her entire mouth.

Laura's groan of relief rumbled through the pil ow and Sophie almost laughed when she

heard it. She used the flat of her tongue to stroke the oversensitized flesh beneath it and

circled her fingers inside. She felt the contractions begin almost immediately, grabbing at

her fingers and trying to hold them within Laura's body. Laura let go of Sophie's hair, using both hands to keep the pil ow clasped tightly over her face as she cried out her orgasm,

her thighs clamping warmly over Sophie's ears as her hips rose off the bed.

Sophie remained still as Laura relaxed. She could still feel the aftershocks pulsing against

her tongue, her fingers. She gradually withdrew, grinning at the small gasps Laura let out

as she did so. She sat up, running the palms of her hands along the outsides of Laura's

thighs, reluctant to stop touching her. She felt like something that had been locked up

within her had just been set free. Laura's chest was heaving as she pulled the pillow away

from her face, dropping her arm to the bed like the dead branch of a tree. Her face, neck,

and chest were flushed, the rosy tint visible even in the moonlight. Sophie continued to

stroke her flank and when Laura's eyes met hers, they were full of gratitude and

contentment. She smiled, giving Sophie a shot of her dimples. Sophie couldn't remember

the last time she'd seen something so gorgeous.

"Wow," Laura commented, her voice a whisper.

"I'll say," Sophie replied, smiling down at her. She reached back and pulled the disheveled covers up from the foot of the bed.

"I can't move any of my limbs," Laura said with wonder in her voice.

Sophie chuckled. "I'll take care of it." She gathered Laura in her arms and shifted their bodies so Laura was cradled along her side in the small bed. She pulled the quilt up over

their bodies.

"Wow," Laura said again.

"Feel better?"

"Better? I feel unbelievable. That was amazing. You were amazing."

Sophie felt her cheeks heat up and was glad Laura couldn't see her face. "I was just

obeying orders."

"You follow direction well."

"That's what all my old report cards say."

They lay quietly for a long while, listening to the silence of the wilderness around them.

Ricky dropped to the floor from Sophie's bed and then she felt him jump up onto the bed

the two women now shared. He turned in a circle several times before settling between

Laura's ankle and Sophie's.

"Laura?" Sophie whispered after a while.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Laura lifted her head from its spot on Sophie's shoulder and looked into the rich, brown

eyes as best she could in the moonlit darkness. "For what?"

"For trusting me to.. .help you." At Laura's embarrassed grimace, she rushed on. "It's been a really long time since I was able to just let go, to just focus on the moment. You know? It felt good."

Laura nodded. "I should be thanking you." She smirked. "I think I got the better end of the deal."

"Oh, I don't know about that."

Laura blushed and settled back down into Sophie's arms.

"Laura?" Sophie whispered again and she felt Laura smile against her skin.

"Hmm?"

"What were you dreaming about?"

Several beats went by before Laura finally asked, "What do you mean?"

"You were having a dream just before I came over here. You were whimpering and kicking

the covers. What were you dreaming about?"

Laura pushed herself up once more and gazed down into Sophie's face. "You really want to know?"

Sophie blinked several times to focus, still amazed to be holding such a beautiful creature

in her arms. She stroked the warm, smooth skin of Laura's arm as she nodded. "Tel me."

"I was dreaming that I was in bed with you, that you were making love to me and taking

your time and driving me absolutely insane."

"Seriously?" Sophie couldn't keep the shock from her voice.

"Seriously. And just when I was about to have an orgasm..."

"You woke up."

"I woke up."

"Man, that sucks," Sophie sympathized, shaking her head.

"Actually, it worked out quite well, thank you very much."

Sophie chuckled and rolled her eyes at herself. "Oh, yeah. I forgot for a minute."

"Wel , then, allow me to refresh your memory." With that, Laura leaned forward and kissed Sophie with such tenderness and passion that it made her toes curl.

Ricky snuffled in disgust and made his way back over to Sophie's empty bed.

Sunday, January 1

FRESH TRACKS

J

o stood in the dining room holding a hot mug of coffee and looking out the window as the

recently stoked fire crackled in the fireplace. A fresh blanket of crisp, white snow covered

the land and made everything look sparkling and new. The sun had just broken over the

horizon and the virgin snow glittered like tiny diamonds had been sprinkled across the

ground. It was the one thing about winter that Jo loved the most...waking up to such

beauty, as if the world had been scrubbed clean overnight. She sipped, watching the tail

end of a doe disappear into the woods, and felt her heart swell as it always did for her love of nature.

She felt Amy's approach before she heard her, so she was not surprised when arms

wrapped around her from behind. Amy stood on her tiptoes and kissed the side of Jo's

neck, then rested her cheek against Jo's shoulder blade and squeezed.

"Happy New Year, baby," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb Darby, who was stil sleeping on the couch.

Jo shifted her mug to one hand and turned slightly so Amy could duck under her arm and

tuck herself snugly against Jo's side. "Happy New Year to you." They stood together, wrapped up in one another, gazing out the window. Jo kissed the top of Amy's tousled red

head.

"God, it's beautiful, isn't it?" Amy said. "I know I complain about winter sometimes. That I don't like the cold or the driving. But it's so pretty.. .it takes my breath away when it looks like this."

She took Jo's mug from her hand and sipped, not wanting to leave the view or the warmth

of Jo's embrace to get her own coffee. They

watched a pair of chickadees at one of Amy's many birdfeeders stuff themselves with a

breakfast of sunflower seeds.

After a companionable silence, Jo commented, "Our friends all leave today."