Chapter 85

The time with Brandi almost seemed like a dream to Laura, for as soon as the airplane hit the ground in San Francisco, she was suddenly consumed by thoughts of Sholandra. What they had begun so excitedly had been quickly interrupted by Sholandra's period, brought on partly by their frantic fucking, and her own business trip, during which she and Brandi had again tried to fuck one another into the hospital.

She got home to three answering machine messages from Sholandra. "God, I know you're not there, but I keep hoping," Sholandra said. "Call me. I miss you. I've stopped bleeding. Two days ago." Her voice turned plaintive. "Laura..."

Then she hung up. The next two messages were increasingly desperate, then jealous, then angry, the spitfire in Sholandra now coming out as her frustration mounted. But just her voice made Laura wet. All thought of Brandi, with whom she had shared such wonderful intimacy, vanished. She had to have this girl, just as she had to have her earlier, before Sholandra had given in. Her need had the same urgency.

She called Sholandra. "I'm back, I missed you so much," she said breathlessly into the phone.

"A likely story," Sholandra said, toying with her. "I can't talk now. My boyfriend is here."

Laura's heart sank. Oh god. Oh no.

"Laura? Laura... are you there?"

"Yes," Laura gulped.

"I'm only kidding," Sholandra said, bursting into half- malicious laughter. "Trying to get back at you for running out on me. God, I'm dying to see you."

"Can you come over?"

"Hope I don't get into an accident on the way," Sholandra said, hanging up the phone without even a goodbye.

And it did take her only ten minutes. Laura buzzed her up and stood waiting in her open doorway while Sholandra half-walked and half-ran there from the elevator. Discreetly, they dipped inside Laura's apartment, and Laura bolted the door. And then they nearly tore one another apart.

"Oh god, I want you, I want you so bad," Sholandra panted, tearing at Laura's clothes as Laura tore at hers.

"Not more than I want you," Laura murmured.

Before either of them were completely naked, she had Sholandra's bra off and filled her hands with the girl's marvelous small, perfect breasts, dropping her mouth to the thick black nipples and devouring them.

"Ohhhnnn! Ohnnnnn!" Sholandra moaned. "Take me in the bedroom, quick!" she panted. "Take me in the bedroom and fuck me, Laura. Please! Oh god... it's been so hard to wait!"

"Come here, quick!" Laura said, pulling her down the short hallway.

They fell onto Laura's bed, still half-clothed, without even shutting the door, a ritual Laura almost never omitted. Again she devoured Sholandra's delicious, shiny wet nipples, while at the same time tugging down the girl's panties. They were both panting and squirming deliriously, still half-clothed, consumed by their passion.

"Oh god, honey, I want to eat you, I want to taste you," Laura panted to her, quickly sliding down between Sholandra's thighs.

"Oh yes... yes!" Sholandra gasped.

Her inflamed pussy was very wet and puckered, and Laura spread the black curly pubic hair away from it before pressing her lips to the shiny pink cleft and slipping her tongue in deep.

"Angghh!" Sholandra moaned, arching her back as a jolt of fierce pleasure shot through her body.

Laura tongue-fucked her for a few moments, while Sholandra writhed deliriously, moaning and whimpering almost hysterically in the grip of a frantic need. Finally, Laura slid her tongue up to Sholandra's swollen clit and stabbed it several times. This brought the gasping, twisting girl to the very edge.

"Unnhh... oh, oh god! Unnngghhnnnunn... ungh! Oh god... Laura, please!" she panted. "Oh... oh please!"

Now Laura gave her what she craved, assaulting Sholandra's clit with her tongue savagely, bringing on a quick, convulsive orgasm. Sholandra came in an abrupt fury, her small breasts shaking as the sharp spasms wracked her arching body.

"Auungghh! Oh! Ungghhanngghiieee!" she cried out, turning her face sideways into a pillow as the cries escaped her mouth.

She came hard, and it took a long time for her to recover. Finally, her breathing returned to normal. She smiled drowsily, sensually at Laura.

"Now I know how it is to be raped," she whispered, looking down at her half-clothed body, and at Laura's.

Together they undressed each other until they were both naked. And now Sholandra took over, pushing Laura onto her back and slowly, skillfully making love to her. It seemed that their brief week apart had made Sholandra into a more experienced lover somehow, for now she kissed and caressed Laura's body with a new boldness, a new cleverness, until Laura was climbing the walls with sexual need.

"Oh! Oh... yessss!" she breathed, feeling her body respond to every careful touch, to every kiss, every invasion of tongue and finger.

In a few minutes she too was coming, turning her own face to the pillow, coming wildly, her body surging off the bed as Sholandra drew spasm after sweet spasm from her.

They spent the night together, exhausting each other by morning, when Sholandra finally left to take care of some errands, promising to return that evening, which was Saturday.

"Sure you don't have plans?" she asked coyly, as if to catch Laura in a trap, still jealous of whomever might be competing with her for Laura's affections.

"No plans," Laura smiled. "Except you, you lovely creature. I want to eat you alive. Those are my plans."

"Mmmmm, and I plan to spread honey all over my body and let you eat it," Sholandra winked.

"You can skip the honey, honey," Laura winked back, as they parted.

And then, in the late morning, what Laura always feared would happen happened. This time it was not Chanitra, or Yvette, or Barbara. It was Camille. And she didn't phone. She rang the downstairs buzzer.

"Who is it?" Laura asked over the intercom.

"Camille. Remember me?"

Laura simultaneously felt a squirt of sexual excitement and a jolt of panic. "How could I forget you?" she said, unable to disguise an obvious sultriness in her voice.

"Can I come up?"

Can you ever, Laura thought, buzzing the door open. I don't know how to get out of this one, but I'm not turning down the opportunity. Camille was stunning, as ever, as she walked from the elevator. For whatever reason, Laura had forgotten how shockingly gorgeous she actually was, dropdead beautiful in a stylish movie star way.

Camille buzzed her on the cheek. "So great to see you!"

"And you too," Laura smiled, taking her inside.

"Rob gave me your address. Actually," she leaned over, whispering conspiratorially into Laura's ear, "he didn't give it to me. I stole it out of his address book. He's out of town, though, so he won't know I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Isn't that exciting?"

It sure is exciting me, Laura thought. Even though she and Sholandra had fucked through the night, each climaxing about twelve or thirteen times, she could feel herself growing wet all over again, when she looked at Camille.

"God, you're gorgeous," she said. "I forgot how beautiful you are."

"Me? Gosh, you're the one who looks like Stephanie Seymour. I expect you to put on your Victoria's Secret teddies and stuff any minute."

"Mmmmm, should I?" Laura asked.

Camille came closer, shedding her coat, tossing her purse on a chair. Her eyes were suddenly smoky. "I felt like we never really finished what we started," she murmured, very softly. "You know... after Rob came in. I mean, that was great, but... I want to do it with you alone. Just the two of us. Know what I mean?"

Laura smiled. She held out her hand, extending one finger and caressing Camille's smooth cheek with it, letting her fingertip end at the girl's beautiful, sensual, very red lips. "I know exactly," she whispered. "Please follow me."

Only when she got to the bedroom, with Camille following closely behind, did Laura remember that she had not remade the bed. The sheets were rumpled and crumpled from hours of vigorous fucking with Sholandra, and she knew they were redolent of steamy sex. But it was too late now. Maybe the odor will excite her, Laura thought. She must know I don't just sit here at night and twiddle my thumbs.

Camille seemed not to notice. Instead, she was standing right behind Laura as Laura turned from closing the bedroom door. Her face was very close, her full lips parted, her dark eyes throbbing.

"You don't know how I've dreamed of this," she murmured as their mouths came together.

Laura was too embarrassed to mention that she herself had been fucking others so heatedly and almost continuously that she hadn't had time to think of Camille. But I'm thinking of you now, she thought, her whole body swimming with lust as their tongues rapidly intermingled. It was as if Sholandra were ancient history.

Laura's body trembled with sexual excitement, and her pussy flooded with fuck juice. "Oh god... you're so beautiful," she murmured as she unbuttoned Camille's blouse and peeled it away, exposing the girl's golden skin, and shiny, pale blue rayon bra, encasing her large firm breasts.

Camille smiled as Laura tugged the straps down. "You're just like a man," she whispered huskily. "Can't wait to get your hands on my boobs."

"You're right," Laura swallowed, unclasping Camille's bra, slipping it off, exposing the girl's incredible naked breasts.

They were large and firm, but perfectly shaped, with huge, brown, round, swelling nipples. Laura cradled the luscious globes in her palms, lowering her mouth to them. For about two minutes she sucked and tongued Camille's large nipples, squeezing and kneading the firm balls of her breasts at the same time, until Camille's knees grew weak.

"Ohhh... oh Laura, I've got to sit," she gasped. "Or lay down."

"Yes," Laura said, pulling her down on the bed.

"Take off your clothes too." Camille's dark eyes burned. "Please."

Laura smiled. Slowly she did a strip for Camille, who pulled off the rest of her own clothes as she watched. Laura realized that she rarely paused to enjoy the way her lovers felt about her body, how they seemed to love it the way she loved every inch of theirs. Camille's burning eyes on her naked breasts, on her belly, her thighs, her ass, her pussy inflamed her, made her blood sizzle and pump wildly.

By the time she was naked, both of them were out of control. Camille grabbed Laura and pulled her down on the bed, guiding one of Laura's breasts into her mouth, sucking Laura's nipple hard. Laura went wild, surprised at herself for being so horny so closely after such frantic fucking with Sholandra. But Camille was a hot, urgent lover.

She did the same thing to Laura's other breast, sucking and even nibbling Laura's throbbing nipple, until Laura was trembling and twisting and moaning, on the verge of an orgasm already. She realized she almost always made her lover come first, but this time Camille had her quickly on the edge herself, keening and squirming, panting uncontrollably.

"Oh god... oh!" she gasped as Camille slipped between her thighs. "Unngghh!" she moaned as she felt Camille's mouth against her throbbing, melting pussy, eating her passionately.

She couldn't help gyrating and pumping her hips frantically, pushing her cunt up into the invading tongue, the sucking lips. In only a few more seconds she erupted into a long, undulating climax.

"Unngghhmmnnggnneee!" she groaned, grimacing as the ecstacy ripped through her arching body.

Camille tended to her lovingly until she regained her senses, hovering over Laura's prone body, kissing her, then dangling her gorgeous breasts in Laura's face, letting the large, thick nipples brush Laura's lips, until Laura was overcome by her own desire for Camille.

"Oh girl, they're so beautiful," she said, holding both firm globes in her hands and running her tongue across both of Camille's big, excited nipples.