Chapter 15

Laura knew that she had to go to Rina this time. Last time Rina had come to her, something Laura had thought she had no right to expect. And in fact, she had been shocked and surprised when the girl showed up at her door. But now, she knew she would never see Rina again if she herself didn't try.

But what would she say? How could she possibly overcome the fierce jealousy and abandonment that Rina felt? Should she just apologize and say she didn't want it to end the way it had, without at least being able to tell Rina how much she felt for her?

Just going over these thoughts made her heart yearn, and flutter with pain. She might not even see me, she thought. And if she does, will I be able to take the things she might say to me?

But she knew she had to try. She thought of Rina constantly. If only to stop the ceaseless churning of her mind she had to find out if it was over for good. After waiting three weeks, she went by Rina's apartment one evening after work, almost hoping Rina wouldn't be there. Her nerves were so bad that she turned away three times before steeling herself, forcing herself to ring the doorbell.

Her heart raced as Rina opened the door.

"Hi," Laura said weakly. She tried a wan smile.

Rina's face instantly became a cold mask. "What do you want?"

"Oh... to talk, I guess."

"I'm busy."

Rina opened the door a little more, and Laura could see a man in the background, a good-looking black man.

"Oh... I see," Laura said, painfully embarrassed. "Well, I just thought I'd give it a try."

"You didn't have to bother."

Rina was cold and hostile, but Laura was almost in heaven, in spite of the man in the apartment, because she was gazing on the girl's beautiful face. And when she daringly dropped her eyes for just a second, she could see the large soft bumps of Rina's nipples under the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Quickly she looked up.

"Don't be looking at what you can't have," Rina said, cuttingly.

"I... I'm sorry."

The man came over. He peered skeptically out at Laura from behind Rina's shoulder.

"This the lesbian you did it with?" he asked, a wry grin spreading across his face.

Laura was stricken with shame, and offended. "I... I'm not a lesbian," she said, before she could stop herself.

Just because I want Rina... I'm not a lesbian, she stammered almost hysterically to herself, trying to choke back unexpected tears of embarrassment and confusion.

"Do it with girls, don't you?" he grinned. "Hey, baby," he said to Rina, "you didn't tell me she was a knockout too. Maybe she wouldn't mind having a little party with all three of us, know what I mean?"

Now it was Rina's turn to be embarrassed, and Laura was embarrassed for her too.

"Just go away," she spat out at Laura. "Just forget about it. I have."

She glowered at Laura. But Laura's eyes plead with her, since she couldn't plead with words. This could be us! her eyes said to Rina. It could be you and me, instead of him. He's a jerk! When you get enough of his cock, come back to me, her eyes implored. Please! I don't want to own you. I just want you more than anything.

But she could see there would be no getting through to Rina. The beautiful girl simply shook her head while closing the door on Laura. When Laura heard the deadbolt being thrown, she felt like Rina was now locked out of her life forever. She leaned against the wall beside the door, trying not to cry, trying to expel the pain from her heart, from her body.

She didn't know how long she stood there, leaning against the wall outside Rina's apartment, trying to make herself leave. It's over, she thought, again and again. You'll never have her again. Get used to it.

And then she began to hear soft moans from inside the apartment. They were moans she knew intimately, Rina's moans, soft, whimpering, sexual moans that Rina emitted when you were caressing her lovely body, sucking her amazing bulbous nipples, or touching her sensitive clit.

The guy is screwing her, she realized. That guy with the smirk, who called me a lesbian, is in there screwing her! Oh god! I've got to leave! I can't listen to her being screwed!

But she couldn't make herself leave either. The sounds were muffled behind the door, but Laura had been in bed with Rina herself and knew what every little sigh or whimper meant. She glanced up and down the hallway at the doors of the other apartments, feeling guilty for eavesdropping on two people fucking. What if someone should come home and find her like that, skulking around outside Rina's apartment, listening to her having sex with her boyfriend?

But she couldn't tear herself away. She heard the man groan once or twice too. She could hear Rina gasping and grunting softly and surmised that he was actually fucking her now, jabbing those excited, helpless sounds out of her. And the crescendo of sexual excitement inside the apartment had Laura riveted to the door. Oh god, oh god! she thought wildly, aroused herself just from listening to them.

And it seemed to go on forever. It didn't reach a hot, quick, explosive climax, but continued building, simmering, with Rina moaning and sighing as each new plateau was reached. Then Laura remembered. Rina had told her that she couldn't come quickly or easily with a man, that sometimes it took twenty minutes.

Laura had no idea how long she had been listening. Again she glanced nervously up and down the hall. She could feel the wetness and throbbing in her own cunt, and in her mind she could see the delicious black girl's writhing body as her boyfriend fucked her, bringing Rina slowly to the pinnacle. And as Laura listened, Rina's moaning grew more urgent.

Laura even recognized the moment of no return, when she knew Rina would come in just seconds. And Rina's boyfriend recognized it too, because he began fucking her harder, eliciting yelps and ecstatic whoops as Rina suddenly spilled over and began to come, keening in long, wailing cries as she climaxed.

Laura, weak-kneed and panting shamelessly, pulled herself together and stood up straight. She knew she had to leave. The apartment had fallen silent now that the fucking had finished, momentarily at least. If she stayed here, someone was sure to see her and tell Rina.

She went down in the elevator and half-staggered to her car, blind with misery and pain and hot jealousy, and yet also aroused by what she had overheard. She didn't know how she could bear to live through the night with these things preying on her.

Driving home, she found herself going by Rick's apartment. And she knew why. He could fuck me, she thought. On top of that, he would probably really fuck me hard, since that's about the only way he knows how to do it. The only risk is finding Karen there. And if she is... who knows? Maybe I can talk them into something like Rina's boyfriend had in mind. Anything to get this out of my mind!

Even though she remembered what had happened last time she and Rick and Karen had been together, she still parked her car outside and went to his door. She hesitated before ringing the bell, knowing that she could go home and have another cucumber orgy instead. But she didn't want to give in to that kind of perversion. Just a normal, quick, brutal fucking, that's all I need, she thought. And he's just the guy for it.

"Laura," he beamed when he answered the door. "What a surprise. Come in, come in."

"Hi, Rick," she smiled alluringly. "Was in the neighborhood, and just thought I'd take a chance you were home."

She went into his apartment and saw another man who resembled Rick, maybe slightly older, sitting by the TV, watching a football game. He got up as Rick brought her into the livingroom.

"My older brother Jamie," Rick said, introducing them. "Laura Robbins. An old friend." He raised his eyebrow.

"Nice to meet you," Laura said, her spirits dropping as she realized that her little scenario for the evening wouldn't pan out.

But Jamie's spirits seemed to go up. His eyes ran up and down Laura. "My little brother knows some truly gorgeous women," he said, taking her hand, caressing it with his other hand.

Laura didn't know whether to pull her hand back or leave it there. His gesture was so forward. On the other hand, she wasn't a nun. She had wanted male attention, or she wouldn't have come here in the first place.

"Thank you," she said. "You don't look much older than Rick." "Only two years," he grinned. "But it looks like he has a few things to teach me when it comes to beautiful girls."

They were drinking beer, but Rick made her a vodka gimlet. They talked and watched football, and after about half an hour, Laura began to get restless. Still, she wasn't thinking about Rina, hearing the girl's cries of ecstacy as her boyfriend fucked her, twisting hot daggers of jealousy into Laura's gut.

The more they all had to drink, the more relaxed they became, and before she knew it Laura was sitting between Rick and Jamie on the sofa, and Rick was kissing her and stroking her neck. Jamie's hand was on her bare knee.

Laura's mind reeled as she realized what was happening. It was more than she had bargained for, but something inside her shrugged. So be it. I'm not going to turn it down. Two guys at once? It never even occurred to me, but I'm willing to try it.

And she somehow knew she was going to get the opportunity as Jamie's hand began to slide up her thigh, under her skirt. He squeezed her firm, tawny thigh, and an involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped from Laura's throat.

"Ahhhnnn!" She looked at him. Then, slowly, she parted her thighs, letting him run his hand up further. His fingers brushed the fabric of her panties, damp from the runny juices of her cunt.

At the same moment, Rick was unbuttoning her blouse. He had it half removed but couldn't wait to pull down her bra straps and fill his hands with the luscious, springy mounds of her young breasts. Laura was excited and aroused by his urgency. Her blouse and her bra hung around her half-naked body while Rick bent his mouth to her nipples, sucking and devouring them eagerly. It felt like a rape, and she didn't resist.

Apparently emboldened by his younger brother's actions, Jamie hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties down, taking off her shoes too as he pulled the panties from her ankles. She felt his mouth on her pussy almost immediately and moaned excitedly as he began tonguing her clit and fucking her with two fingers at the same time.

"Ohhhh! Oh!" she gasped. "Are you both going to fuck me?"

Rick raised his face from her wet, erect nipples and grinned. "Now there's a good idea," he grinned. "What do you think, Jamie?"

Jamie stood up and unzipped his pants, smiling. "I think the only question is who goes first," he said.