Free Born Again by Rena Marks Page B

Francesca began rifling through
them.
    “Look,” she said, holding one up. It was black and long,
shaped like an hourglass. A single thin strap wound around the neck and it was
backless, held up by breasts, for she would be unable to wear a bra. The bottom
of the dress had huge slits sliced up the thigh to allow room to walk.
    “Try it on,” Francesca said, excitedly. “It’ll be perfect, I
know it.”
    “You think?” Sara asked.
    “Oh, yes. I’ll wear a scarlet dress. Even more daring, it’ll
put you at ease to have me more naked. Come on, change. And, Sara?”
    Sara looked up from the dress at the question in her voice.
    Francesca said smoothly, “May I watch?”
     
    Sara gave the briefest nod, such a small movement that
Francesca almost missed it. She sat in a chair right there in the dressing room
and Sara flung the t-shirt over her head.
    She stood there, clad in her jeans and bra, not moving. Her
breasts, which Francesca had fixated on, rose and fell with her breathing. Smooth,
creamy flesh was bursting up over the lace when Sara reached between her
breasts and unsnapped the clasp.
    Her breasts literally fell from the cups. She pulled the
straps from her shoulders, not looking at Francesca.
    “Sara, they absolutely are the most beautiful I’ve ever
seen,” Francesca said. Her voice was carefully modulated to appear friendly and
nothing else. Nothing else to frighten the skittish Sara.
    Because in this lifetime she was definitely skittish.
    Sara unsnapped her jeans and pulled the tight material down
sleek hips and thighs. She turned slightly and Francesca was rewarded by the
curve of her smooth buttocks, with the string riding temptingly between the
globes, exposing itself on top with a black lace butterfly.
    Francesca smiled, trying to appear friendly. “Those are
pretty.”
    But her fangs were out. And she had to suck them back in
before Sara noticed.
    Sara stepped into the dress, pulling it up over those
luscious, pink-tipped breasts.
    The dress hung perfectly. Made for her and Francesca knew
that it had been. Only the best from Aric.
    Sara turned to look in the mirror, exposing her derrière to
Francesca.
    Francesca gasped. “That is perfect,” she exclaimed.
    The dress hung loose and low in back, almost low enough to
expose her buttocks. Instead, it exposed the matching black butterfly.
    “They’re both going to have to fight to keep from caressing
it.” Francesca laughed as Sara tried to glimpse at her behind in the mirror. “I
can hardly wait. And now, sweet Sara, thank you for letting me peek. I must
return to my room to change.”
    “You want me to come with you?” Sara asked.
    “No. I need time alone to cool off. I only have so much
control.” The look in her eye was intended to warn Sara. There was no way she
could keep her hands off.
     
    Safely ensconced in her own room, Francesca closed the door
and stood before the dressing mirror. How long could she have stayed before
Sara began asking questions about where Aric was? She couldn’t explain that
Aric was the Master Vampire and out at other colonies. Damn him for leaving
this up to her.
    She could still hear his smooth voice. “You need to rekindle
your friendship without me there.”
    “I can’t. What will I say? What will I do?”
    “What comes naturally. It is still Serra, after all.”
    Francesca’s face was pinched and her eyes had the same
haunted look they’d worn ever since Aric announced he’d found Sara.
    Sara. So beautiful and didn’t even know it. So how could she
possibly know of the love Francesca felt?
    Francesca was hot and bothered from watching Sara undress
and dress. Still standing in the mirror, she dropped her clothing and eyed her
own body critically.
    She was luscious curves and soft skin, kept smooth and hair-free.
Raising one leg, she placed it on the vanity stool to peer at the shadows
between her thighs.
    Like Sara, she was a beautiful woman also. Hadn’t men lusted
for centuries after her?