***Two chapters this week, just because everyone's been so patient. PLEASE PLEASE let me know what you think of them. I beg of you!

***Hello, this is the reason I finally decided to shorten the disclaimer, I want to try a hand at putting lyrics of a song in the beginning, which probably won't work out ::laughs::, but I'll guess I'll give it a try. PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF THE LYRICS GO WITH STORY… J THANKS!

THIS IS A LITTLE OF WHAT WENT ON LAST TIME…

Kat frowned. Her first thought was of Mary being in the house alone with Oksana, her claws extended and ready to sink into a willing Oksana. It raised her hackles. "What about Mary?" She asked slowly.

"She has the holidays off too." Yuliya said, confused by her daughter's frown and then relieved smile.

"Well, that's nice of her," Kat said, breathing easier. That's very nice of her, She thought, her smile fading. But she's going to be alone, with no one to share Christmas dinner with, no gifts, and no hugs… Her heart ached for Oksana; just imagining that she would be alone on the holidays made her sad. "But what is she going to do?"

Yuliya's expression showed that she'd wondered the same thing. "Same thing she does every year since college, I suppose." She shrugged.

Kat turned away from her mother, frowning again. "She's going to be all alone." She said softly.

"I know," Yuliya sighed. "Unless she's going to look for company…"

Kat spun around, scowling at the insinuation in her mother's voice. "She wouldn't do that, mama, she's changed!" Too late, she realized that her vehemence might give her away. Shit.

Yuliya frowned, her eyes taking her daughter in as if for the first time. "Why the anger?" She demanded gently.

Kat racked her brain for a good explanation. "It's just- I- I wouldn't like to believe that she's lied to her grandfather for all of these months." She said. "It would hurt him." She made her expression blank, hoping that her mother would buy it.

Yuliya's face cleared, only slightly, but she smiled. "I was just guessing, but I also think Oksana has changed." She said.

Kat turned away, hiding her flushed face from her mother. The question in her mother's eyes was making her nervous. "Why don't we have dinner here with her?"

Yuliya's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "What?"

"I think we can have dinner at my house at any other time." She said, turning back to face her mother. Shrugging, she sat down next to her. She met her mother's eyes, smiling softly. "So what do you think? I'd feel so bad if she had to spend Christmas by herself."

Yuliya gazed at her daughter for a long moment, her eyebrow arched. Maybe I need to rethink the reason she doesn't have a boyfriend. She mused. "I think that it is a good idea." She finally said, allowing a smile to grace her face.

Kat hid the sigh of relief she felt rising when her mother asked no questions.

And this is what's happening now…

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Thank you, Miriam." Oksana said, standing and offering her hand to Miriam Johnson, the head of the Boeing Division for Ivanov. "The completion of the Boeing 959 plane will be big news. I'll have this packet sent to Advertising and see what they can do for us. Thanks for making it up here this late on Christmas week. We're done here."

Miriam shook Oksana's hand and grinned back. "Thank you, Ms. Ivanov." She said, and began to pack up her document bag for her long trip back home in Los Angeles. "Oh, its only Wednesday. And we're finished early enough that I can make it home by tomorrow. My family will be thrilled." Before long, the woman was gone to make arrangements for her return home.

Oksana picked up the file and looked through it again.

The acquisition of Boeing in 2015 had been the greatest decision her grandfather had made. The failing company had been in the midst of the ambitious project of building a plane that could carry fifteen hundred people and still fly. Jet propulsion and weight balance were important factors that had to be calculated, and Boeing spent a lot of money trying to find the right combination. When Ivanov came in with a plan, and a team of genius scientists to help, Boeing's owner had quickly given in, only asking to be allowed to remain in the project. Now the project, after many tests and failures, had finally been deemed complete.

Oksana closed the file again, a satisfied smile softening her features. She pressed the intercom, and glanced at her watch. It was thirty minutes to five. Oksana had decided to take her father up on the advice of having a set schedule for work, and to leave the rest to herself. She found that she liked that better, and had faithfully continued the practice, encouraging the rest of her employees to do the same.

"Yes, Oksana," Jayne's voice cut through her thoughts.

"I've changed my mind, I'll take this folder to advertising myself," Oksana said with a happy smile. "Why don't you pack it in and go on home? There really is nothing going on around here, almost everyone is gone. Why don't you find out if Ekaterina Gorky is still in her office for me before you go?"

The smile in Jayne's response made it obvious that Oksana had already won her over. "Will do."

Oksana sat back on her seat and smiled at her genius. The file gave her an excuse to see Kat; she hadn't really seen her since their encounter at Oskar's retirement party. She'd glimpsed her here and there at the estate when Kat had visited her parents, but for the most part Kat managed to skillfully avoid Oksana. If they ran into each other in the company cafeteria, Kat would attach herself to someone like a leech so that Oksana would not try to approach her.

Oksana tried to respect and understand her wishes, but her desire to be with Kat, to speak to her, to kiss her, always fought for control. The struggle always left Oksana emotionally exhausted. She could hardly get the other woman out of her head, and whenever she thought of her all she could see were her lips, her face, her hair. The memory of her sweet scent never faded from Oksana's mind, and every time she smelled something similar, she thought Kat might be near.

"Oksana, Ms. Gorky is in her office." Jayne's voice rang through the intercom.

Oksana blinked her thoughts away and cleared her throat. "Alright, Jayne, thank you. Go on home, and Merry Christmas."

"You too, Oksana, enjoy your weekend." Jayne said.

Oksana removed her suit jacket and draped it over the back of her chair, grabbing the folder and heading out of the office. She found Jayne waiting at the elevator lobby and smiled. "Didn't waste any time, did you?" She joked.

"When you say go home, I hear go home." Jayne quipped back, laughing.

"At least you listen to me on some things." Oksana chuckled, shaking her head.

Jayne reached out and patted the taller woman's arm affectionately. "You enjoy your weekend. I know your grandparents aren't home, but you enjoy it nonetheless." Her eyes were sincere.

"Thank you, Jayne, enjoy it as well." Oksana said softly, smiling again.

The elevator bell dinged, and both women entered the elevator. Oksana emerged two floors down. She entered advertising, happy to note that mostly everyone had gone home. "Merry Christmases" Peppered her as her entrance was noticed, and she smiled and returned the greeting with advice to go home. As she neared the corner offices, she noticed that Kat's door was open and that her secretary was already gone. She leaned on the threshold and watched the brunette slowly pace the office, oblivious to her surroundings as she looked through a folder. She kept biting her lower lip as she thought.

Oksana sighed quietly. Kat had to be the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, the sight of her made her heart beat increase and her breathing change. She swallowed hard as her desire hit her full force. She had to take a deep breath to calm down and stop her shaking hands. "It's time to go home," She managed through a suddenly dry throat, though her voice sounded smooth and sure.

Kat's head snapped up and she skidded to a stop. She put her folder on her desk, and turned back, her face weary. "Why are you here?" She asked warily, beginning to pace again.

"I- needed to see you," Oksana said softly, entering the office and closing the door behind her, locking it. "I can't stop thinking about you, and it's driving me crazy."

"You always say the same thing, and I'm not falling for it this time." Kat said, crossing her arms against the shiver that the sensation of being alone with Oksana caused.

Oksana stepped towards her. "I just want you to understand…" She began, raising her hand.

"Understand what?" Kat cried, stepping backwards away from her. In that quick sight of Oksana's hand, Kat could see how beautiful it was and how manicured Oksana maintained it. The long fingers were perfect and looked as soft as Kat knew they were. Now she had an image for when she imagined Oksana's hands on her body. "You drive me crazy, you don't leave me alone, you haunt my thoughts, my dreams, my desires…" Her voice trailed off, feeling tears of frustration burn her eyes. "This has to stop." She ended up with her back pressed against the door, wanting to support herself before her knees buckled.

Oksana threw the Boeing file on the desk. She understood completely, feeling the same anguish. She stepped towards her, gratified when Kat didn't step away again. Feeling tears fill her own eyes, she came to stop close to the visibly shaking Kat, not touching her. "I'm sorry," She whispered hoarsely, blinking rapidly against her tears.

Kat, unable to move, gazed up into Oksana's teary eyes, seeing a thousand different things she did not want to see. Almost against her own volition, she lifted an arm to the nape of Oksana's neck, pulling her down tightly. Their lips met in an explosion of passion, desire, and a thousand other things that Kat did not want to think about.

After a long time of simply allowing her senses to rule her, Kat pulled her lips away, pushing Oksana away. Breathing hard, she watched Oksana slowly step back, her eyes trapping Kat's in a long sultry stare. The taller woman licked her lips slowly, her breathing harsh, but her stare never wavering. "I don't want to stop," She whispered, and stepped forward again.

This time, Kat sidestepped her. "We have to." She whispered desperately, struggling to control her breathing. She began fixing her clothes where they'd been pulled askew. Her shirt had come out of her slacks were Oksana's hands had grasped her, wrinkling her perfectly pressed shirt.

"But why?" Oksana snapped, raking her hands through her already messed up hair. She had to try hard not to raise her voice and draw attention.

"Because we can't be." Kat replied.

"We can't?" Oksana said, feeling tears of what was now frustration fill her eyes. She turned away, attempting to calm down. She didn't want to push Kat away any more. "Just tell me you don't want me! That's all I need to hear."

Kat couldn't say it; they both new it would be a lie. "I don't want to another one of your playthings." She finally said.

"This not that, and you know it." Oksana said, exasperated. She propped her fists on her hips and shook her head.

"You don't take my 'no's' for an answer." Kat countered.

"You always say no after saying yes." Oksana stepped towards her again. She didn't need to cite their most recent kiss.

Kat trembled, unable to hold her composure. "I've never said yes." She said through gritted teeth, and then fell silent.

"There are many ways you can say yes without words, you've said them all." Oksana countered, beginning to fix her shirt too. Kat had done her share of grasping and grabbing.

Kat watched her, desire in her eyes. She never even heard Oksana's reply, so engrossed in the blonde's grooming. She wished it were her hand slipping into Oksana's waistband that way. She watched Oksana wipe the red from her lips, and wished it was her mouth pressing against them and making them swell again. She sucked in a breath, and got a hold of herself. "Don't forget your hair." She said briskly, walking towards her desk and sitting behind it to put some distance between them.

She watched Oksana do as she said and then leave without a word. She sighed with a mix of disappointment and relief, and took stock of herself. Her sex felt swollen and drenched, and so did her panties and slacks. Her nipples were aching points against her shirt, torturing her as they pressed against her bra. Her lips felt swollen and ready for more kissing. She'd have to go to the bathroom and wipe between her thighs. She wished the bathrooms had showers. She really needed a cold one.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Christmas Eve. Oksana spent most of the day in the office at the estate. She made many phone calls, including a video call to her grandfather and grandmother, which lasted more than two hours as she kept Oskar up to date and then spoke with her grandmother. They were both enjoying the trip to Russia, visiting their homes in many parts of the country. She was so busy she barely acknowledged Yuliya past a quiet 'thank you' when the old woman brought her a meal. At four o'clock in the afternoon, she finally closed down for the day.

She wondered what she would do for the rest of the day, especially when Yuliya, Josef and Mary left. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the air. She was finally aware enough to notice that there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, the wonderful aroma making her eyes close. She stepped towards the door and pulled it open to find Kat standing there, her fist raised for a knock. "Kat," She said, her eyebrows raised.

Kat swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. Oksana looked much as she had Wednesday, her hair a mess and her shirt askew, still looking gorgeous and desirable. The pleased surprise in her eyes softened Kat's heart, and she attempted to smile past her nervousness.

Oksana never stopped looking at her. Kat looked beautiful in just jeans and a t-shirt, sneakers wrapping her small feet. Oksana stepped aside and let her in, closing the door and turning around.

"Mama asked me to let you know that dinner is almost ready." Kat finally said.

Oksana frowned in confusion. "I thought you were eating at your house." She said after a long moment.

"We decided to stay here and keep you company." Kat said briefly, not meeting her eyes.

Oksana's eyebrows lifted, and she blinked slightly, surprise and pleased at the same time. "Wow," She whispered. "Thank you."

"We didn't think you should be alone." Kat replied, still not meeting her eyes. "And you're welcome." She paused, and in the brief instant that their eyes met, she was lost. She could do nothing as Oksana stepped towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist. Their lips came together in a flurry of sighs of relief and moans pleasure.

Yuliya almost swallowed her tongue at the sight of her daughter almost sucking Oksana's lips from her face. From what she could see, Oksana wasn't the only one doing the kissing. Oksana's arms were wrapped tightly around Kat's waist, her hands splayed on her slender back and clutching her desperately. But it was Kat's hands that were touching desperately, alternating between clutching the back of Oksana's head and her upper back.

Oh my goodness, the old woman thought, unable to move as she watched her daughter press her waist hard against Oksana's. A soft moan reached her ears, and she wasn't sure who had made the noise. It galvanized her into action, and she back into the hallway, closing the door carefully. She softly walked away far enough to think.

The shock was intense, but in the back of her mind, she knew that she should have known that her daughter had never been interested in men. She wasn't angry that Kat was a lesbian, but she was hurt that Kat had never trusted her and Josef enough to tell them. And me asking about boyfriends all the time didn't help either, she thought self-derisively.

She knew she should be worried that Oksana was playing with her daughter, but deep in her heart, she knew that that wasn't the case. She was aware that at first, Oksana had teased Kat mercilessly, had made no compunctions about her desire for her. But Oksana had changed; her childishly playful and careless attitude had changed. Now the Ivanov heir was a thoughtful and caring young woman, who was aware of the people around her and their feelings. Something about the way she held her daughter, kissed her, told Yuliya that what Oksana felt for Ekaterina was something deep. She only wondered how involved they were.

She cleared her throat, deciding not to make another entrance to save them the embarrassment. "Ekaterina," She called. "Where are you?"

Oksana and Kat wrenched apart, their eyes wide with panic. They stared at each other their breathing still erratic. "My mother," Kat mouthed, and the women moved towards each other once again. Only this time, they both began with the intention of helping adjust the other woman's clothing. Soon, their touch soon grew caressing, their eyes meeting shyly, but with desire. Their lips were about to meet again when Yuliya's voice once again cut through their haze.

"Ekaterina!" This time, her voice was sharp. "Did I not tell you to do something?"

"Yes, mama," Kat finally managed to say out loud, stepping back from Oksana's soft but firm touch. "I let Oksana know about dinner." She moved towards the door and stopped, glancing back and meeting Oksana's eyes for a long moment. Her eyes closed as she exhaled, trying to control her hormones. "Mama wants you to bathe before dinner." She said softly to the door, and then finally opened it and stepped through.

Oksana looked after her for a long time, inhaling the remaining scent left behind by Kat.

"Don't be embarrassed, Josef," Oksana reassured him, shaking his hand and welcoming him to the table. Yuliya had finished placing all the platters on the table, and now it was only missing Oksana and the Gorky family. Yuliya was still bustling about, nervous, even though there was nothing else to do. She'd been very thorough. "Yuliya, take off that apron and let's sit down. I'm starving."

Oksana hadn't had time to be surprised at the Gorkys' gesture, but she was aware of how pleased she really was to have company on Christmas Eve. That Kat was part of the company made it even better.

When Kat entered the dining room, her eyes immediately went to Oksana. Oksana looked great in a bright red dress shirt tucked neatly into gray slacks, her shoes perfecting the mix. Her hair was combed neatly to the side, a strand on her forehead the only thing out of place. Two small aquamarine diamond studs decorated small perfect lobes, matching her eyes perfectly. Despite her parent's presence, Kat was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Oksana took in the other woman admiringly. Kat was beautifully dressed in a simple green blouse and black slacks, her hair loosened onto her shoulders. Oksana moved to the opposite head of the table, pulling back the chair and looking at Kat. "Have a seat," She said, smiling charmingly.

Kat couldn't suppress the small smile that softened her face as she sat down, feeling Oksana push the chair up under her. She looked at her parents self-consciously, wondering if they could see the chemistry that jumped between them. They seemed to be unaware of anything going on between them as they spoke quietly amongst themselves. Unable to stop herself, Kat watched Oksana walk away and urge her mother into a seat too.

Josef waited for Oksana and they both sat together, Oksana at the head of the table and Josef to her left.

"I, ah," Oksana began, smiling softly and glancing at each of her companions. "I was surprised when I found out about your desire to spend tonight with me, but I was more pleased than anything. Yuliya, from what I can see and smell, it's going to be a great dinner." She picked up her wine glass and lifted it over her head. "Josef, Yuliya, Kat…" Her eyes met the other woman's, and she froze as the memory of their kiss resurfaced.

Josef's eyes flitted from one woman to the other, a frown forming on his normally placid features. He watched his daughter's face flush, her eyes entrapped by Oksana's. What is going on here? Yuliya's small cough made him look at her, question in his eyes.

Oksana blinked and looked up at her raised glass. She'd briefly forgotten where she was. "Thank you all." She finally said. Murmured 'you're welcome' was her reply. "So, who's hungry?"

Dinner started quickly, but as it progressed Yuliya engaged Oksana and Kat in conversation, asking about anything that came to mind. Oksana smilingly asked questions in return, listening attentively as they were answered. Josef watched and glowered unnoticed, sure that something was going on and he was out of the loop. Oksana and Kat were exchanging too many looks and he didn't like it. Oksana was a cad and she had to be kept away from his daughter. He would put a stop to what ever this was this instant.

"Ekaterina," He rumbled in a faux pleasant voice. "Where is the boyfriend?"

Conversation stopped, all three women looking at him with surprised expressions.

He plowed on, zeroing in on Kat. "We have been waiting for a boyfriend that you bring home to us."

"Josef," Yuliya said warningly, realizing that Josef was aware of the chemistry between the young women. "This is not conversation for the dinner table."

"Of course it is," Josef challenged, frowning. "She should have someone with her tonight, a nice boy. She is old enough to be married, a grandchild on the way…"

"Enough, Josef. Do not ruin Oksana's Christmas."

"Don't worry about me, Yuliya." Oksana said quietly, her eyes on a visibly shaken Kat.

"I want a grandson." Josef continued.

"Enough, Josef!" Yuliya snapped in Russian, her voice brooking no argument as she held her husband's eyes.

Josef subsided, suddenly embarrassed at his outburst. He'd crossed the line, and he knew it. "I apologize, Oksana. Please forgive my manners." He stood up and quickly left the dining room.

Oksana watched Yuliya stand also and follow her husband out of the room. She sighed softly, leaning back on her chair and looking at Kat. She stood up and walked around the table, sitting to Kat's left. "Ekaterina," She said gently, reaching out to touch her hand. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Kat said, pulling her hand back.

"Your father just realized some things about you, I think. That's all," She said softly. "He'll come around."

"Shit, I don't know what to do." Kat said, kneading her eyes with the heels of her hands.

"Just talk to him, tell him the truth." Oksana reached out again, taking Kat's smaller hand in hers, caressing the top with her thumb.

Kat stared down at their hands, admiring how good they looked together. She looked up into Oksana's eyes, and suddenly she didn't care about anything. Why does she make me feel like this? She wondered, gasping softly when Oksana kissed her. She returned the gentle kiss. Soon, though, the pressure of their lips intensified, and Kat let go of Oksana's hand to cup her face. She makes me feel as if absolutely nothing matters… nothing matters when she touches me. She snapped back to reality to reality when she felt Oksana's hands on the outside of her thighs, the intensity of her feelings scaring her. My father is somewhere out there, pissed at me! "What are you doing? Don't touch me!" She cried and jumped to her feet, quickly exiting the dining room.

Oksana watched her go, shaking her head in frustration.

"What is the matter with you?" Yuliya demanded when she caught up to her husband in the kitchen. Josef's back was to her, but she could see their shaking.

Josef turned back to his wife, tears in his eyes. "She is lesbian, my daughter is lesbian." He croaked, moving into her arms.

"Yes, yes she is." Yuliya said softly, patting his head gently. "She is."

Something about her surroundings felt different. Oksana snapped awake to find that her lights were on. She turned over in bed, and sat up, her heart beating fast. She was surprised to find Kat in her room, standing beside the bed, and staring down at her with a strange expression on her face. "Ekaterina," She said, her tone confused. "What are you doing here?"

Kat watched the other woman's struggle to fully wake up, her heart picking up at her disheveled appearance. Oksana looked gorgeous in her wrinkled t-shirt, her short blonde hair tousled and uneven. Her eyes, muddled as they were in sleep, were a beautiful light blue that pulled Kat despite their confusion. Why am I up here? She wondered, unable to speak. Her eyes once again took everything about Oksana in. I can't resist her.

Kat's silence made Oksana looked closer, and the change in Kat's eyes as they watched her sent a spark of joy through her very being. She felt herself begin to shake as Kat's eyes closed and the brunette took a deep shaky breath. When her eyes opened, the glow Oksana had glimpsed had turned into a raging fire.

I want her. Echoed loudly in Kat's mind, and she watched Oksana's face lose its confusion, her eyes showing an awareness and desire that made Kat's knees weak. Without thought or care, Kat stepped forward, grasping the bedcovers and slipping underneath them, her eyes never losing their contact with light blue as she slowly scooted closer to the other woman.

Oksana stopped breathing as Kat slipped into bed, fighting the urge to grasp her and take her right then. "Kat," she exhaled as she smaller woman moved closer to her, her eyes pleading. She moaned when the smaller woman slipped an arm around her neck, gently pulling her close. "Kat," She whispered in wonder as their bodies fully met, and lost herself in one of the most passionate and wet kisses she'd ever experienced. She slipped her arms tightly around her.

Barely able to think, Kat felt Oksana's hip where it pressed against her groin. She moaned deep in her throat and began to thrust her hips grindingly, moaning each time she made contact. Her lips slackened and her head fell back as the wonderful sensation hit her clit. Oksana watched her face as it became obvious that their first lovemaking would be quick.

Without hesitation, focused only on Kat's pleasure, she reached between and slipped her hand beneath the band of Kat's sweats. The moment she touched the copious wetness, she was consumed by her own orgasm, shaking and moaning softly into Kat's throat. Panting into Kat's neck, she wasted no time before slipping her fingers into Kat.

Kat let out a languid moan and arched her back, pressing her hard nipples into Oksana's chest. She simply enjoyed the sensation of long fingers filling her perfectly, trembling moans escaping her parted lips. She turned over onto her back, pulling Oksana half on top of her and pressing her mouth to hers in a deep kiss. Slowly, she parted her legs, beginning to thrust her hips up onto Oksana's fingers. She groaned and gasped as her clit rubbed against the palm of the strong hand.

She shivered hard and her abdomen tensed as Oksana took up her rhythm, her fingers plunging noisily into her. Her moans grew intense as her orgasm approached and she felt her nipples grow harder and skin prickle. She threaded her hands through Oksana's hair and pulled her head back to gaze up at her sultry mouth, her face, and then into her eyes. An emotion she couldn't identify welled up inside her, and she saw it mirrored in Oksana's eyes. Still, she could not look away as her pleasure intensified. She thought she'd scream as it began, so powerful, so consuming, that she could not even breathe.

As she felt the beginning contractions of strong muscles around her fingers, Oksana watched Kat's face change. Kat's eyes, which had so intently watched her a second before, rolled to the back of her as they clenched tight. Her face, so beautifully slack in pleasure, now contorted and reddened as the orgasm tore through her full force. Oksana was aware of Kat's hands, clenching and unclenching in her hair, her arms holding her upper body suspended from the bed as her hips buckled, straining as the last series of pleasurable waves ebbed. Gently, Oksana pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and licking them.

Kat slipped back down onto the bed, her body weak and sweaty, her thighs trembling. She could feel herself relaxing completely. She weakly pulled Oksana down for a long kiss, cupping her sweaty face and pushing her fingers through her hair. Finally, she pulled back, sighing deeply as she licked her own taste from her lips. She fought to open her eyes, and sighed softly before falling asleep.

Oksana watched her intently, smiling softly. She lay on her side, her hand caressing Kat's slack right hand. She felt strangely satisfied, though her body ached for attention. It wasn't long, though, before she relaxed too and fell asleep.

Kat stretched awake, her hand touching a solid and warm body. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at the other body stretched out next to her. The memory of what had happened hit her and she gasped as her nipples instantly hardened and her sex clenched. She felt slightly sore at her entrance and the memory of how it had gotten that way made her clench again. Oh God, I want her so much its going to kill me!

She sat up on the bed, her hands moving to cup her aching and swollen breasts. They ached to be touched, devoured even; whatever Oksana wanted to do to them. She couldn't think, her passion muddling her mind. With a desperate moan, she yanked her shirt over her head, quickly reaching down to remove her sweats. Quickly, she turned over, moving over to straddle Oksana at the waist; she pushed her shirt up and cupped perfect breasts, the nipples instantly hardening at her touch.

Oksana let out a deep groan of pleasure, her hands instantly moving to cup Kat's hips. She opened her eyes, groaning at the beautiful sight that greeted her eyes. She sat up and yanked her shirt off. She wrapped her arms around Kat's back, and eagerly buried her face between Kat's breasts. The next orgasm curled Kat's toes.

She's insatiable, Oksana thought happily, shivering as Kat's silky tongue traveled slowly down the length of her body, making a straight path down the center of Oksana's chest and stomach. After recovering from her second orgasm, Kat had turned them over to do her own devouring. Now, Oksana was at her mercy, groaning softly as Kat's tongue deliberately traced the length of tense inner thighs, moaning in pleasure.

Kat moaned again as she traced as she traced the outer lips of Oksana's wetness, teasing both Oksana and herself with her slowness. She moaned again when Oksana grasped a handful of her hair tightly. She could wait no longer and buried her mouth into Oksana's sex, her tongue exploring deeply.

Oksana came quickly, her back arching high off the bed. In seconds, another orgasm tore through her, threatening to dislodge them from the bed as her body jerked, her groans growing in intensity as her feeling of insatiability intensified. She pulled the femme up into her arms, possessing her mouth in a violently passionate kiss. With quick, jerky movements, she turned them over and spread Kat's legs apart, straddling her thigh and pressing hers against Kat's heat. She began sliding against the smooth thigh, alternating between giving herself pleasure and giving Kat her own reprieve.

Kat was turned on beyond imagination. The desperation in Oksana's movements, the heat against her thigh, sent her careening out of control, another intense orgasm tearing her mind to pieces. She clutched at Oksana's sides, her nails digging deeply into the flesh as she cried out her release.

Oksana bent her arms and kissed Kat, groaning against her mouth as her third orgasm intensified and paralyzed her. A vein popped out at her neck as her eyes clenched. Her arms weakened to leave her lying weakly in Kat's arms, trembling and whimpering weakly.

Kat held Oksana tightly in her arms, her hands caressing a wet back and hair. She listened to Oksana's breathing soften, eventually smoothing out into the breathing of sleep.

When Oksana woke the next morning, Kat was already gone. She sat up in bed, sadly looking down at her scratched arms and bruised chest. She'd never made love like that before; it had been so intense, so hot, that she knew she'd never experience anything like it again. Kat was gone, and probably so was the chance of any kind of relationship between them. Kat had made that very clear.

CONTINUED…

(NOTE: Remember, this is a first draft, and I'm posting as I go, so if something doesn't jive or it seems a little awkward, bear with me. I'm going back to fix things. Now, if you see something, point it out to me anyway.)


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