Chapter 10

Laura was desolated. She knew she had set herself up for this rejection, but losing both Karen and Rina wrenched her with pain. And she hadn't even lost Rina, of course. She had never had the girl, which was if anything worse. The desire she felt for Rina was almost unbearable.

After being expelled from the girl's apartment, she went home and couldn't get the image of Rina's perfect naked body out of her mind. Did I ever want Karen this much? she wondered. She looked at her hand, the one which had briefly cupped Rina's perfect young breast, the palm which had pressed against the girl's marvelous, puffy, black nipple. Her hand actually shook as she watched it, trembling with lust.

She drank a little, then took a bath, masturbating as Karen had taught her by letting the hot water crash into her clit, imagining that Rina's lithe, writhing, wet body was wriggling in the bathtub with her. She moaned and came repeatedly, gagging on her orgasms and even moaning Rina's name softly, then Karen's as the last, fierce climax ripped her.

But afterward, she felt sadder than ever. And angry with herself. If she had only moved more slowly. Maybe she could have seduced the girl, first becoming her friend, gradually winning her confidence, coaxing her slowly into a more sensual kind of friendship, finally culminating in a wonderful, thrilling moment of coupling. Laura's heart would race, and her pussy moisten, as she imagined what could have been.

You just want her because she's so innocent, and so impossible to have, not like Karen, hot to trot if you only intrigue her enough. All the intrigue in the world wouldn't get Rina into bed. Better forget her. Just forget her.

She tried. And tried to forget Karen too. And she ended up drinking far too much. She even had to take several days off work, calling in sick, because she was too hungover to go. And it was one day at the end of this string, when she was lying in bed with a frightful headache and upset stomach, that the doorbell rang, and Rick Perkins was standing there when she opened it.

Laura was wearing only her bathrobe, with her panties underneath it, and she quickly pulled the lapels closer around her. The bastard! She glared at him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he grinned.

"Why should I do that?"

"We used to be friends."

"You got the tense right, at least. Past."

"Look, I can't help it if your... friend wanted a little cock for a change. Right? In fact, she's the one who asked if I'd come over and check on you. You haven't been to work for a few days. She's worried. Hasn't seen you. Asked if I'd check."

"Isn't she afraid of what might happen?"

"She doesn't own me."

"Does she have to send you to check on me? Is she afraid to call?"

"I would guess that she is," he said. "She's embarrassed that she ran out on you like that."

He reached across the threshhold and had one hand inside Laura's robe before she could even stop him. He ran it over her loose breasts.

"Looks like there's a few things you could use," he whispered suggestively. "You've been neglected."

Laura pulled away, offended and aroused at the same time. "You don't owe me anything!" she said.

"Who's talking about owing?" He pushed his way inside and shut the door behind him. "I'm talking about fucking."

"I know what you're talking about." She turned and let him follow her through her apartment. "Getting tired of her? Karen's tight black asshole isn't stimulating enough for you any more?" she taunted him.

But he was up for the game. "I don't know. Yours might be tighter. Want to try a comparison?"

His words inflamed her at the same time that they wounded her. Letting him do her would be a way of getting back at Karen. And a way of forgetting Rina, at least temporarily. Laura had been fucked in the ass by Rick before and knew how it could obliterate everything else.

He had backed her into a corner now, and his hands went to her robe sash again, quickly opening it, filling his hands with her firm, springy breasts.

"You're probably tired of all that lesbian fucking, just like she is," he whispered. "Ready for some real fucking, for a change?"

His mouth came down on hers. Laura let him kiss her, then found herself kissing him back, tantalizing him. "You know what I want you to do?" she asked, shocking even herself by her sudden idea.

It was so sick that she shivered involuntarily, waiting for him to reply. God, it's sick! she thought. Sicker than Karen's weird needs, even.

"You want me to rape you," he murmured.

He was dropping his mouth to one of her breasts when she squirmed away from him.

"You're only partly right," she teased, backing down the hall toward the bedroom.

"What else?" He was panting now. He got his hands on her body again, and caressed her roughly, urgently, his fingers digging into her flesh, which excited Laura wildly.

"I want you to tie me up," Laura whispered, glowering at him. "Tie me up first.

Rick smiled. "What is it you two girls have about being tied up?"

"I tied her up for you," Laura teased him. "But you have to tie me up yourself."

"And then what?"

"Then... you can do anything you want to me."

"Anything?" His eyes twinkled.

She came closer, kissed him, lifted one of his hands to her breasts. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you? I mean, not too bad."

"You got any rope?" Rick said, grinning and panting with sexual excitement.

"I've got the rope Karen left here when you two ran off together," Laura said, feeling the pain again. "I suppose you've been fucking ever since."

"Ever since," he said, calmly.

Laura winced almost visibly. He followed her into the bedroom, coming up behind her and slipping off her robe. His hands crawled skillfully all over her near-naked body. Her headache began to go away, and her uneasy stomach became uneasy with sexual anticipation instead of nausea.

"Where's the rope?"

"Under the bed."

He got it out and pulled Laura down on the bed and began to tie her up with the rope, slowly, patiently, ingeniously. She had never been tied up before, even by Karen, and began to tremble with fear and wild sexual excitement almost immediately. Rick saw her shaking, and that excited him even more.

"Want me to do your boobs?" he asked. "Like you did hers?"

Laura nodded vigorously, not trusting herself to speak. "Everything!" she croaked in a nervous, lust-clotted voice.

Her pussy was flooding with juice, and she realized that he had left her panties on.

"Aren't you going to take my panties off?" she asked, alarmed at the innocent sound of her voice.

"Mmmmm, you bet," he said mysteriously.

He began coiling the rope around her breasts, the way she had done to Karen. In a minute or so, they were strangled and bulging, her nipples flaring and shiny and throbbing, bursting purplish plums. Her breasts were reddish from engorged blood, swollen gourds, looking bigger than usual, aching. Her whole body throbbed and pulsed with need.

"Oh god... hurry!" she said to him, whimpering uncontrollably.