Chapter 105

Only after Barbara had gone did Laura see the folded piece of paper with Trina Townsend's phone number on it lying on the floor by the sofa. She had quickly retrieved it when it had fluttered out of her bra, but then in the heat of really torrid fucking with Barbara, she had lost track of it. But now she picked it up and looked at it, wondering if she would ever see Trina again.

And so she was in almost total shock two days later when Trina actually called.

"This Laura?"

"Yes."

"Trina. Wondered if you'd like to get together, say, after work today for a few minutes. Like we could meet for coffee or something, like you said."

"Gosh, I'd love to," Laura said, trying not to sound too eager.

"Where you work?"

"I can meet you anywhere."

Laura named a trendy coffee shop.

"Okay," Trina said. "See you there at five-thirty."

Laura could hardly stand her butterflies. She was there ten minutes early. When Trina arrived, several men on the sidewalk nearly had whiplash. She was dressed in a tight, short skirt and a tight orange sweater with a scoop neck. Her full round breasts jutted out, and plenty of cleavage was visible. Her legs were spectacular. Watching her, Laura realized that Rina would have looked exactly thus, if she too had had a baby.

In other words, totally stunning. When she had first seen her in Macy's, Laura had been bewitched by the uncanny resemblance to Rina, and had thought of nothing more but talking to her, learning everything she could, sharing with her their feeling for Rina. But now when she looked at Trina coming into the coffee shop, she could feel a small, familiar, insistent pulsing in her pussy, and she knew what it meant.

This made it doubly difficult to talk to Trina. But Laura barged on ahead.

"How'd you and Rina know each other?" Trina asked.

"Work," Laura said.

"She never told me about you," Trina said.

Her manner was cold, not hostile as before, but distant and aloof. She seemed impossibly unlike Rina, who had been so sweet and vulnerable and friendly to Laura from the very start. And yet she was shockingly beautiful to Laura. Her dark brown eyes seemed to burn with the same intensity Rina's had had. Laura found it very hard to keep her eyes from dropping to Trina's jutting breasts.

She knew what they looked like, under Trina's sweater. They looked like Rina's. Except they were a little bigger, the result of the pregnancy. Now Laura's mind shot briefly to Cecilia, and Cecilia's breasts, overflowing with milk, and the way she, Laura, had come with Cecilia's milk gushing into her face, and into her mouth.

Oh shit! she realized, becoming aroused, on the verge of losing her vital self-control. She couldn't blow it now, not with Trina sitting there across from her.

"Anything wrong?" Trina asked. She had noticed Laura's discomfort.

"No... nothing. I think maybe I'm coming down with something, that's all."

"You know," Trina said, pointedly, "Rina was involved with some lesbian from her job. That's why her boyfriend killed her. At least that's what he said at the trial. I was there. I was there every day. Did you know that?"

"What, that you were at the trial?" Laura asked, disingenuously.

"No. About the lesbian."

Laura knew she was blushing. She couldn't help it. She knew she looked as guilty as possible. "I... didn't," she said, looking away and swallowing.

Trina was scrutinizing her very closely. Oh god! Laura thought. She knows. She hates me. But then Trina changed the subject abruptly, either to throw Laura off guard, or out of genuine interest.

"You know, you look just like that model? The one in the Victoria's Secret ads?"

"Stephanie?" Laura threw her head back and laughed, a little affectedly, which also embarrassed her. "Stephanie Seymour? She's really my twin ha ha."

"Really?"

Laura stopped laughing, feeling foolish. "No. Not really. She's really very beautiful. People tell me that once in a while, but I don't think so."

Trina's eyes burned into hers. "I have one of those cute teddies she wears," she said. "Looked better on me before the baby." She giggled, smiling.

"I have one too. Actually, I have a couple."

"You really are as beautiful as she is," Trina said, seriously.

"Thank you, but let's talk about something else."

"You really are that lesbian Rina was involved with, aren't you," Trina said flatly.

Laura gulped. "I... never really thought of it that way," she said softly, meeting Trina's burning eyes. "I... loved her. I guess I don't think of myself as... one of those. I just loved her. Very much."

Trina blinked. Her dark eyes grew wider. Laura didn't realize that tears were pouring down her own cheeks until she tasted the salt on her lips.

Trina looked around them, as if it would be very embarrassing for others to see Laura silently weeping. She picked up a napkin, leaning across the table and daubing away Laura's copious tears.

"Guess you really did," she whispered.

"I really did."

Now tears appeared in Trina's eyes. But she blinked them away. "I didn't mean to call you that. Guess it's like calling me a nigger."

By now Laura had regained control. "No," she sniffed. "Not nearly as bad."

"You don't look like one."

Laura smiled wanly. "I guess I should take that as a compliment."

"Usually I think of them riding motorcycles and stuff. Not beautiful, like models. But they do say Whitney Houston is one. Don't know whether to believe it."

Believe it, Laura thought. She recalled that on her last visit to New York she had met a girl who had screwed Whitney Houston and said she fucked other girls like a bunny.

Laura smiled wanly again. "I'm just like you. I eat and sleep... and hurt. And fall in love."

But now Trina grew vaguely hostile again. "I beg your pardon, you're not like me. What you and Rina did was wrong. If she hadn't of done it, she'd probably still be alive. You really might as well have killed her yourself."

This cut Laura deep, and they both knew it. Trina had meant it to. Laura actually winced as she heard the words coming out of Trina's beautiful, sensual mouth.

"You can't mean that."

"I do mean it."

Now Laura really did want to cry, but tears were far away. She couldn't. Exerting all her self-control, she stood up and excused herself.

"I loved her," she said, in a weak, trembling voice, but looking straight into Trina's eyes, not avoiding her. "I loved her. I didn't kill her."

Then she left the coffee shop, not looking back.

The next few hours were a terrible torment to Laura. She was so distraught over what had happened that she went home and quickly drank two glasses of wine, which only made her maudlin, more distraught than ever. She was a little tipsy when the buzzer from downstairs rang.

Fuck it, she thought. I'm not home. But then she thought: What if it's Yvette? Or Sholandra? Or even Karen? I can forget about her, I can go to bed with whoever it is, and we can fuck all night, and I can forget about her.

She answered the buzzer. "Who is it?"

"It's Eric."

Eric? Her spirits drooped. She was hoping it was Yvette, fiery, temperamental Yvette, with her extraordinary, breathtaking long legs, and her g-spot.

"Laura?" he asked through the speaker. "I've come to apologize. Nothing more."

Ha! Laura thought. Nobody with a piece of meat like that swinging between his legs ever refuses to use it. But, without responding, she had buzzed him in before she knew it.

She met him at the door and let him in.

"I was afraid you wouldn't see me," Eric said, fresh-faced and cute.

"Why wouldn't I see you?"

"Because... of what Rob and I did."

Laura laughed falsely. "You mean both shoving those humongous cocks up my poor little coozey at the same time and making me scream? Nearly sending me to the hospital? You think I'd be mad about that?"

"Aren't you?"

Laura was feeling very aggressive, and didn't want to wait around. This was making her forget the incident with Trina, and she didn't want it to stop, or lag. She approached Eric, caressing his cheek, pouting, making her mouth look as seductive as possible.

"Why did you really come here, Eric?" she purred. "Isn't it because you wanted to have me without having to share? Either with Rob, or with Camille?"

"Rob says you're a lesbian, but you really don't seem like one."

"Or was it to really fuck that lesbian hard with your humongous dong and make her see the light?"

Now Laura dropped one hand to his crotch and felt his cock through his pants. Shit! she thought. It's even bigger than I remember!

"No... nothing like that," Eric said, probably meaning it.

He was actually a sweet, uncomplicated kid, feeling guilty about what he and his brother had done. Laura kissed him. She started slowly, but when he began to respond, she turned up the heat.

"What's the matter, you don't want to fuck me?" she whispered against his teeth.

Eric kissed her neck. His hands came up to her breasts, squeezing them under her bra and blouse. "I think I do," he panted softly.

Laura unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, tantalizing him, enjoying his mounting sexual excitement. Then she removed her bra slowly, reaching behind her back, unclasping it, letting the cups slide away from her breasts, looking at his eyes.

"God, you're so beautiful," Eric said. "I just couldn't believe you could be so beautiful."

Laura cupped her naked breasts in her palms. "Don't you want them?" she asked coyly, brushing her soft coral nipples with her thumbs. "Don't you want to suck them?"

Eric's eyes burned. The crotch of his pants brushed against Laura's thigh, and she could feel his gigantic cock under the cloth like a steel pipe. She felt the coiled strength and lust of his body. It would be like being fucked by a tornado, she realized.

But he was remarkably tentative, even gentle, at first. She still held her breasts for him, cradled in her palms, and he lowered his lips to one, pushing them into her soft nipple, then sucking the nipple inside. She knew from this point on it would be fast.

Her own body filled with heat as he sucked her. He gentleness quickly turned into voracity.

"Ohhn! Oh... god!" she gasped under her breath as he sucked her aching nipple almost brutally.

Warm fuckjuice seemed to squirt into Laura's pussy. She gave herself up completely to him, surrendering, begging him.

"Suck the other one!" she panted. "Please! Yes! Oh yes, do it hard! Ungghh!"

"Oh Laura!"

"Yes! Come with me!"

She pulled him down the short hall to the bedroom. She didn't have time to shut the door. Her fingers scrabbled at his belt buckle. She pulled down his pants and briefs, awestruck by the stiff monster as it sprang into view. His cock was a massive, twitching tower of fierce, purplish lust.

She caressed it with her fingers, bringing her mouth close, extending her tongue toward the ballooning, silky, swollen head of his penis.

"No! Don't touch it!" he cried, pulling back. "It'll go off!"

"Silly," Laura smiled. "We want it to go off."

"Inside you," he panted, trying with shaking fingers to unzip Laura's skirt.

She did it for him. In a few seconds, they were both naked. God, here it comes, Laura thought. This kid's going to fuck my brains out.

And she wasn't half wrong about it. She lay on her back, and Eric slid between her gaping thighs. He looked down at her wet, splayed pussy, as if seeing it for the first time.

"Can I kiss it?" he asked, almost shyly.

Laura smiled. "Please."

She knew he would know none of the fine points about eating pussy, he would be no Barbara, or Karen, but Eric made up for it in wild enthusiasm. His tongue was everywhere, his mouth devoured every bit of Laura's excited pussy, and when his lips touched her clit she was so excited that she came immediately.

"Auungghhh!" she cried out. "Oh... Eric! Ungghh oh god yes!"

"Are you coming?"

"Auungghhh! Yes!" Laura panted, her body arching and shuddering sharply. "Unggghh! Oh god!"

Now he apparently felt it was okay to fuck her. Laura was still throbbing from the aftershocks when she felt his mammoth prick sliding up into her pussy. It was like being penetrated by a small baseball bat. She felt it bump against her cervix and looked down to see about two inches of it still protruding. God, he can't even get all of it into me! she thought.