Chapter 72

Even though it had been easier than Laura had feared to get Tracy into bed, and though Tracy loved to fuck as much as Cecilia or Yvette or the other delicious girls Laura spent her time with, she was very busy with her job and her kids. Laura did not get to see her often.

And, for various reasons, Cecilia and Yvette weren't monopolizing her time either. In the case of Yvette, Laura even grew jealous, thinking of the Rhonda Reardon episode, wondering how eager Yvette was to hurt her by continuing the brief affair. That left Barbara or Karen, and Laura wasn't eager to see either of them because she knew how raw the sex would get with them and didn't want to have to worry about hiding rope marks or suck bruises if she should get an unanticipated interlude with Tracy.

Also, it had now been about two months since the day she and Jonelle had spent heatedly fucking in Laura's Dallas hotel room. They had not even talked on the phone, and Laura knew it was because the separation was too painful, and neither wanted even to touch the open wound. Infatuated though she was with Tracy, just the thought of Jonelle made her throb with deep longing.

One night, following an afternoon of exuberant fucking with Tracy, during which Laura had come eight times and Tracy ten, Laura awoke in the middle of the night from a dream of Jonelle. They had been lying together naked, Jonelle's wonderful, smooth, sinuous body coiled around Laura, Jonelle's exquisitely beautiful face locked in a deep trance of sublime ecstacy.

As she awoke, Laura realized that her whole body was vibrant with need, as much emotional as sexual. She lay in bed throbbing violently for a while, feeling her pussy fester and ooze, her mind swimming with images of Jonelle. She could almost hear the deep, plangent sobs of ecstacy Jonelle sometimes made when caught in the grip of a shattering orgasm.

How can I feel this way after what I did with Tracy this afternoon? Laura wondered. But she knew that lying in bed like this would only make it worse. Half of her wanted to pick up the phone and call Karen. Or Barbara. She knew she could entice either one to fuck her so roughly, thoroughly, even brutally, that all thought of Jonelle would vanish for a while, at least.

The other half wanted to phone Jonelle, hear her voice, tell her what she was feeling, beg to see her. Instead, she went into the bathroom, looked into the bathtub, and almost without hesitation began filling it with water.

When it was half-full, she turned off the water and got in. For about ten minutes she caressed her wet body, really looking at it for the first time in months, seeing what others saw when they made love to her. It really was a beautiful body by any standard, and after stroking and squeezing her breasts for a few minutes, gently pinching her nipples, then tickling the lips of her pussy with her forefingers, she was terrifically aroused.

She hadn't thought of Jonelle the whole time, being totally absorbed in a deep, sensual narcissism. But suddenly a whole flood of images came back to her, now that she was sexually overheated.

Jonelle's sensual mouth, Jonelle's marvelous small new breasts, Jonelle's long velvety stomach, Jonelle's pretty little ass, Jonelle's parabola-shaped pussy, so pink within, so inviting...

All the while, Laura was carefully caressing her own pussy, and by now she was in a the grip of a slowly-building sexual frenzy. She had dropped down on her back in the water, her hair wet, her body squirming, glistening with beads of water, her breath quick. One fingertip massaged her clit in circles, while the nails of her other hand dug into her tawny thigh.

"Unhhh... uhhhhh!" she panted, biting her lower lip, feeling the water splash around her as she squirmed.

When she knew she was ready, she reached up to the faucet with a shaking hand, and turned the water on hard, adjusting it quickly to make sure it was not too hot. The warm water gushed from the pipe in a fierce stream, and Laura quickly slid foward, sliding her cunt right under it.

"Awwonngg! Oh! Unaghiiieee!" she cried out, coming immediately, a violent orgasm, as the sharp spear of water shot into her exposed pussy.

Her climax was so severe that she had to pull her body back from the water as the spasms ripped through her. She lay whimpering, throbbing wildly, in the shallow water, but then inched back into the stream, feeling it bite into her pussy, feeling another quick upwelling, then coming again in only seconds.

"Unnghhh! Unh oh... annghgiiiiee!"

This time she grabbed the nearby washcloth and bit into it to muffle her screams, fearing the echo would alarm her neighbors because it was even louder than the usual cries of ecstacy emanating from her bedroom. Again she pulled back, gasping and sobbing from the incredible intensity of the two climaxes. Then, one last time, she scooted forward, clenching her teeth as the fierce stream of water stabbed into her pussy.

This time it took her a little longer to come, but when she did it was a shattering, devastating orgasm that left her limp and keening pitifully, a sexual wreck, destroyed by ecstacy. She forced herself to turn off the faucet, drained the bathtub, dried herself off in a desultory way, and returned to bed, where she quickly fell into a deep, lasting sleep.

Then, wonder of wonders, she was awakened before her alarm went off by the phone. Her instinctive crabiness at being awakened vanished in a flash as she recognized the voice.

"Laura?"

"Jonelle? Is that you?"

"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

Laura smiled wryly, squinting at her clock radio. "It's about six-thirty. I was just getting up."

"God, I never remember about the time. You know... are you going to be home tonight? I... I'm flying out there. My sister needs me to stay with her kids for a few days. Thought maybe we could, you know, see each other for a few minutes."

"A few minutes," Laura giggled. "Did you say a few minutes?"

"I probably won't have more than a few minutes."

"Jonelle, do you realize we spent the whole day together last time? I mean, you don't mind my saying that over the phone, do you?"

Jonelle didn't reply for a few seconds. "No... I don't. I think about it all the time."

"Me too. How could I let you go in a few minutes?"

"Better than not seeing me at all," Jonelle said. Then, in a flash of mischief, "Won't give you any chance to get nasty, will it."

"Nasty?"

"You know what I mean."

"My whole body is throbbing just at the sound of your voice," Laura whispered huskily into the phone. "When will you be here? Can I pick you up at the airport?"

"No, my brother-in-law's doing that. I could be at your place about seven. For maybe half an hour."

"Oh god, Jonelle, don't tease me."

"I'm not. Will you be there?"

"What do you think. I love you."

There was a muffled, obscure sound at the other end. "Me too, you know," Jonelle said softly. "See you then."

"I can't wait."

She couldn't, either. Every time she thought of Jonelle through the day, she would grow wet. Her body would flush with heat and sexual excitement. If some guy grabbed me now in his office, like John Scheinbaum apparently grabbed Yvette, he could fuck me hard and I wouldn't care, I'm so horny. And if Yvette just winked at me, I'd melt, even knowing about this evening. I'm just so horny!

In fact, it wasn't Yvette but Barbara who set Laura's blood to sizzling. They ran into one another in the hall. Barbara was wearing a white dress with thin black stripes, no sleeves, scoop neck, very cinched waist. She looked so devastatingly attractive that Laura knew her own lust was very apparent in her glance.

"I declare, Laura, you look like you could rape me," Barbara whispered to her, eyes dancing with fire.

Laura smiled, caught out. "If I could get away with it," she whispered back. "You look gorgeous."

"I know somebody who's out of town," Barbara smiled slyly. "Rhonda Reardon. Know where her office is?"

"Yes."

"I have a key."

The confused welter of emotions that suddenly attacked Laura was hard to swallow. She fiercely wanted Barbara. And yet that somehow made her feel disloyal to Jonelle. More, the mere mention of Rhonda Reardon's name made her burn with jealousy. Evidently Rhonda was another closet lesbian, who had already screwed Yvette, and probably Barbara, who had a taste for beautiful black girls the way Laura herself had one.

Her heart thundered so loudly she was afraid everybody might hear it, or she might keel over dead from lust and confusion.

"I... I'll meet you there in five minutes," she said to Barbara, furtively glancing around to see if they were noticed.

Barbara smiled very seductively, then disappeared around the corner. Laura could hardly control her excitement as she walked to Rhonda's office. She had made love with Yvette at work before, but never with anyone else. The risk made everything more intense, she knew, but also the fear of discovery nearly incapacitated her.

Her knees were weak as she knocked softly on the office door. It was nearly lunch time, so there were few people around, all of them some distance away. Barbara quickly opened the door and let her in.

The office was almost dark. Barbara had closed the venetian blinds. It made everything seem more secret and conspiratorial. When Barbara turned the lock shut on the door, Laura could feel her pulse leap up several notches.