Chapter 73

The noon encounter with Barbara in Rhonda Reardon's office had been so sexually stimulating that it had left Laura drained. All afternoon she kept recalling it, going over it in detail, remembering each second. Barbara had made her body leap up excitedly and explode in hot, delirious coming with just a few well-placed, skillful caresses, much as she, Laura, had made Tracy, or Jonelle, or Brandi do, to their astonishment.

The thought of Jonelle gave her butterflies, mingled with a sense of guilt over her heated fucking with Barbara, as if it were somehow a violation of the purity of her love for Jonelle, when in fact it was the kind of exuberant, full-throttle, raw and randy sex she loved. In fact, just thinking back on it made her hornier than the dickens, and she was afraid she might jump all over Jonelle and frighten the poor thing.

But when Jonelle got there, there was no question of that. Her dark, limpid eyes throbbed with longing, and they could barely control themselves until Laura let her in and fastened the lock behind her. Then they were kissing passionately, trying to swallow each other.

"God, I've missed you, I've missed you," Laura gasped, kissing her face all over, then her mouth again.

Big silent tears began to roll down Jonelle's cheeks as they kissed, and Laura kissed them away too.

"Why are you crying?" she asked. "We're together. Oh, I love you. I want you so bad."

Jonelle smiled through her tears. "Me too."

"Will you feel like I only love you for your body if we go right to the bedroom? I mean, how long can you stay?"

"Maybe... an hour."

Already Laura was drawing her down the short hallway to the bedroom. "Only an hour?"

Jonelle nodded silently. She wore a short green skirt, shorter than any Laura had ever seen her in before, and a white blouse with a scoop neck that showed off her perfect bones, perfect clavicles, perfect throat, perfect smooth dark skin. The shortness of the skirt somehow bothered Laura, though she couldn't take her eyes off Jonelle's thin but beautiful legs. But it was not like Jonelle to show off her body. Laura was jealous. Jonelle was an incredible treasure she didn't want to share.

"Gosh, you look gorgeous," she said to Jonelle, looking pointedly at her legs under the short skirt. "You look like you're trying to catch a man in that skirt."

Jonelle's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Already caught two," she smirked playfully. "At least they got stuff on their minds. I don't let them get too close."

A cold dagger of real jealousy this time shot through Laura. She tried not to show it, but it was very apparent.

"You don't have to look like that," Jonelle tried to reassure her. "I don't let them touch me."

"Oh, I'm just ashamed of myself, that's all," Laura confessed. "I live here, you live there. I can't expect you to just sit around and dream about me all the time."

Jonelle came closer, caressing Laura's cheek with her long, sinuous fingers, a more intimate gesture than she usually allowed herself, at least when they were both fully clothed. "I do dream about you, though. But I know how beautiful you are. You look like that model, you know the one I mean? Seymour something?"

"Stephanie Seymour."

"Right. Maybe I've told you that before. I know the guys are after you. And if you don't want them, the chicks. I know you aren't waiting for me to call, Laura."

Laura took Jonelle's exquisite face in both hands and kissed her. "There's only you," she whispered. "If you were here, there would only be you."

"I don't let anybody touch me but you," Jonelle whispered, eyes huge and limpid.

"You will, though. Some day. And I have to be strong. I don't own you."

"Yes you do," Jonelle whispered. "You own me right now."

She reached behind her back and unzippered her blouse, shrugging it off. Laura removed her own, then came closer, unfastening Jonelle's champagne-colored bra between the cups. Then she reached behind her and unfastened her own. Both their bras dropped to the floor.

Laura moved forward again until her nipples brushed Jonelle's thick, swollen bulbs. Looking down, Jonelle bit her lower lip. Now, when they embraced and kissed, they both could feel a conflagration beginning. They fell backward onto Laura's bed, and Laura immediately dropped her mouth to Jonelle's plump nipples, tonguing and sucking them feverishly, making Jonelle twist and moan excitedly.

Laura could never stop with Jonelle's large, bulbous nipple, but had to suck the girl's whole breast into her mouth too, which quickly drove Jonelle up the wall. Laura tried to swallow both of her breasts, and she was quivering and moaning wildly. She pulled Laura up and kissed her heatedly, pressing her wet nipples into Laura's breasts, her tongue scorching Laura's ear.

"I want to feel your pussy against mine," she breathed. "Like before. God, I want it, Laura."

"Me too... me too," Laura panted, quickly unzipping Jonelle's skirt, then her own.

They both wriggled out of their skirts, and their panties, coiling their naked bodies together, scissoring each other's legs, kissing urgently.

"I want to fuck your pussy with my pussy," Laura murmured, eyes blazing with lust, as they maneuvered their bodies into place.

"Yes," Jonelle breathed. "Oh... yes!"

Both of them were wet and hot and almost frantic in their urgency. They looked deep into each other's eyes, then down at their open cunts as they slowly moved them together. When the warm, wet flesh touched and then melded together, each one sighed and quivered excitedly.

"Ohhhh... Jesus!" Jonelle gasped, throwing her head back, her face contorted with bliss.

"Unhhhh... yes oh Jonelle yes yes!" Laura panted.

They tried to move slowly, to savor the sweet intensity of the sensations that flowed through their bodies as their wet cuntlips slithered and squinched together. But it was impossible. The urgency was too overpowering. Each held the other's leg as they pushed their groins together and gyrated their hips, fucking each other in slow, swirling motions that quickly became a hot, urgent pumping.

"Oh! Anngghhhh!" Jonelle moaned, grimacing from the sharp sensations.

"Unghh! Unh! Unh!" Laura grunted softly, knowing they would both come in only seconds, that prolonging it was impossible.

Already Jonelle was pressing her cheek against Laura's shin, her eyes closed, her full lower lip between her teeth, wincing as Laura's pussy mashed repeatedly into hers. She gyrated her pelvis, whimpering more and more uncontrollably, while Laura herself began jamming her pussy even harder into Jonelle's warm, runny slit, almost delirious with frantic lust.

"Oh baby oh honey oh Jonelle..." Laura gasped almost incoherently as their bodies writhed together, drawing closer and closer to a final explosion.

Suddenly Jonelle stiffened, keening deep in her throat, then undulating in waves of spasms as a sharp orgasm wrenched her.

"Auuggnhhhh!" she cried out, clenching and moaning. "Oh! Ohhnggg! Auunnggghhhhh!"

Her hard, clenching spasms almost sucked an orgasm right out of Laura, who also spilled over with hot coming seconds later, her writhing body wrenched by shocking jolts of burning rapture.

"Oh unhhh god yes!" she panted. "Annghiieee!"

Quickly, she turned her face into the sheet to muffle her screams. Their bodies, totally intertwined and fused at the groin, shared a thrilling shock of ecstacy, a deep, vibrating union that burned to the core of each one. When it began to subside, they were both drained by it, slack and trembling.

But Laura's sense of urgency was still great, since she knew Jonelle would stay only a few minutes longer, then perhaps be gone out of her life for months. She disentangled their legs and swarmed over Jonelle's lovely naked body, sucking her large black nipples again, then quickly slipping between her thighs, pressing her mouth to the warm, wet pussy she had just fucked so vigorously with her own.

"Unghgh! Oh!" Jonelle gasped, arching her back as Laura began to lick and suck her pussy passionately. "Ohhhh... Laura!"

Laura slid her hands under the girl's deliciously small but round ass and lifted her pussy like a feast to her mouth, slipping her tongue in deep, toying with Jonelle's clit, swallowing the warm, tangy nectars that flowed from Jonelle's excited slit, mouth-fucking her hungrily, greedily. She wanted Jonelle to remember this. When she returned to Dallas, and eventually did let one of her male admirers 'touch' her, Laura wanted her to know subconsciously, and consciously, that nothing could come close to the last two times she was with Laura, when Laura fucked her repeatedly, and made her die of coming.

And Jonelle did come again in only a few minutes, a small, fluttering series of spasms, accompanied by long sighs, and deep moans. But it was only a warm-up for the orgasm Laura wanted to give her.

Now she left Jonelle's groin momentarily, kissing her thighs, her smooth belly, her ribcage, her breasts, sucking her nipples again, then kissing her neck, her mouth, caressing her boldy at the same time, keeping her on the arousal plateau.

"I want to eat you alive, I want to swallow you," she murmured over and over to Jonelle. "I want to eat you and fuck you and devour you and never let you get away."

"Ohhhhnnn! Ohnnnn Laura!" Jonelle gasped, twisting, quivering as Laura's hand dropped again to her flooding pussy, caressing it cleverly.

"I want to make you come so hard you never forget me," Laura whispered, dropping her lips again to Jonelle's nipples, tonguing and sucking them until they were wet and stiff and rubbery, then teasing them with her teeth.

"God, suck the whole thing!" Jonelle whimpered. "Please! Like you did before. Suck the whole thing, do it hard! Please! Unghhh! Oh... yes! Unh! Yes, Laura... yes!"