Chapter 139

Laura kept trying not to think about Trina, and the lovely evening of fucking with Randi certainly helped. The bondage had been intense but uncomplicated, not too fierce or ingeniously sick, as it too often became with Karen. Laura looked forward to more. She felt that she and Randi might continue doing this without ever getting into the murky depths of sadism that she and Karen had explored.

Then one evening Trina phoned her. Laura's heart skipped. She couldn't help it. Trina was a delicious fucking partner, but she was also much more, as well as Rina's twin. There was no way Laura could ever be indifferent to her, and just her call made Laura realize how much pain was still there.

"I miss you," Trina said plaintively.

"'Miss' isn't even the word for it," Laura said, trying not to sound bitter.

She wanted to say: What's the matter, doesn't he fuck you well enough? Do you miss having me fuck you? He can't make you come the way I did, can he.

"Let's not be mean, hon'," Trina said gently.

"Have you set the date for the wedding yet?" Laura asked bitingly.

"There you go again. Don't you miss me?"

Tears were already streaming down Laura's face. It was dusk, and she was alone in her apartment. Yesterday at this moment she had been energetically fucking with Randi, right there, but now she was alone, and she loved Trina desperately.

"I... miss you," Laura said, trying to conceal her sobs.

"Maybe I could come over. I could find someone to keep Shawna."

"It'll only make it hurt more," Laura whispered to her.

"I know."

There was a long pause. Each was yearning wildly for the other. Trina broke the silence.

"I... was lying on my sofa, last night. Shawna was asleep. It was that time when we used to... you know. And I was thinking about you... and I came. Just like that. I guess I just wanted you to know."

"Too bad I wasn't there," Laura said, although she knew that at that very moment she was probably coming wildly herself as Randi yanked the rope and bit her swollen nipples.

"Let me come over."

"No," Laura said. "It hurts too bad."

"Are you sure?"

"It would kill me to see you, Trina. Making love to you would kill me too."

"All right, then. You don't mind if I call you in a few days? Maybe you'll change your mind."

"Maybe."

"Love you, hon'."

"Yes."

Laura hung up. She was very troubled, both devastatingly sad but horny at the same time. Trina was a paragon of beauty to her, and the thought of holding her naked body was agonizing. The thought of Trina's man jamming his cock into her and making her die of bliss was equally upsetting. She realized she was wet. Just talking to her on the phone does that to me. How can I live without her? Maybe I should have let her come over.

But a few minutes later, the downstairs buzzer rang. Laura went to the speaker.

"Who is it?"

"Laura, it's Bernice. Remember me?" Then she whispered into the mike: "I need some loving."

Laura almost broke a fingernail in her haste to press the Open button. She met Bernice at the door and let her in. Bernice was not an intrinsically beautiful woman, physically, like Trina, or Shavon, or even her best friend Cecilia, who was totally gorgeous. But she was very attractive, and had a new hair style that made her look even prettier. And then, of course, there was her figure, which could stop traffic, Laura was sure.

She wore a mint-colored blouse that dipped dangerously low to reveal the deep cleavage between her very large breasts. Laura couldn't take her eyes off the tops of Bernice's breasts. She had seen them naked, she had sucked and squeezed them and brought Bernice to an orgasm simply by making love to her fantastic breasts, and she knew what was in store.

"I don't see how you can walk down the street dressed like that without getting raped," Laura said to her. "You look... stunning. There's no other word for it."

"Oh, you just like my boobs," Bernice scoffed. "You as bad as a man. You can't take your eyes off them."

"I know. Come here and sit down. Could I get you a drink?"

"That would be wonderful," Bernice smiled, twinkling with mischief as they both postponed the inevitable, skirting around it, teasing one another. "Martini."

"I only have vodka tonic."

"Vodka tonic will be terrific. You looking good enough to eat yourself, Laura."

"Why thank you," Laura smiled, giving Bernice a long look at her shockingly beautiful legs as she went to the kitchen to make them both a drink.

She brought the drinks back and sat down beside Bernice on the sofa. She could feel the wetness between her thighs already and wondered if Bernice were feeling the same. Bernice, eyes twinkling, clinked Laura's glass with hers.

"I got a toast," she grinned. "Here's to love."

"Love," Laura smiled. "Absolutely. Deep love. Abiding love."

"And hot love," Bernice joked.

"Oh, and hot, definitely," Laura laughed, nearly choking on her own drink.

"Tell me, did you end up sticking your tongue in that poor little thing's sugar doughnut? The one who was calling on your machine last time I was here?"

"Bernice, you're making me blush."

"Shouldn't. I don't care if you stuck your tongue in her little coozy. Sounded like she wanted you to, if you ask me. Is she black?"

Laura nodded uncomfortably. Bernice was referring to Randi. I tied her up and fucked her silly only the other night, she thought. Right there in the bedroom where I'm going to fuck you in a few minutes, Bernice, you lovely artless creature.

But Laura was always uncomfortable when it was made to seem that she only cared to get black women into bed, even though it was true. Would Bernice think less of her for it? Would she think Laura was a closet racist or something, who got sexually aroused by black skin? Oh god, Laura thought, I think it is true! What does that make me?

But Bernice was untroubled by it. "What's her name?" she said directly.

"None of your business." Laura smiled. This was an enjoyable cat-and-mouse. "What about you? Having you been letting guys shoot their cum all over your boobs again?

Bernice grinned broadly. "Actually, only one. I went out with a white guy. First one I ever went out with. I always thought they had these little dicks, but he had a big one. Just as big as any brother's I ever saw."

Laura was so aroused she could barely sit still. Her eyes drifted down again to Bernice's spectacular cleavage. She reached over and slipped one forefinger into the crease between Bernice's incredible hard breasts.

"And you let him put it right here?" she half-teased, wanting desperately to put her lips there.

"Actually it was kind of a accident. I didn't mean for it to happen, but I was playing with his big hard cock between my titties, you know, before we did anything. Just letting him feel it there. And suddenly he groans and his cock starts twitching and spurting like crazy. And I rubbed my nipples all over the spurting head of it, getting his cum all over them, which I told you really sort of turns me on, you know? God, it was really exciting."

"I'll bet," Laura said, feeling her own breath quicken, and her pulse race.

"Then I licked it off and sucked my own nipples, which made me hotter than ever, you might guess."

"I should say so."

"Well, it made him pretty horny too, although he had just spurted and couldn't make it stand up again for a few minutes. But my little black pussy was still as clean as a whistle, so he went down on me and lord have mercy I was coming like crazy in about fifteen seconds. After that we waited a while, then fucked the normal way, you know. Twice, in fact. He was pretty good. I think we're going out again this weekend. We hit it off pretty good."

"Certainly sounds like you did. You're really making me hot, just describing it."

Bernice smiled slyly. "Are you hot, Laura? Are you hot for me?"

"Come into the bedroom and let me show you."

"I thought you'd never ask."

But before Laura could even stand up, Bernice began unbuttoning her blouse. She knew she was a walking masterpiece, and thoroughly enjoyed the way people, obviously men or women, were captivated by her magnificent breasts. She quickly slipped the blouse off her shoulders, and sat there in her lacy, champagne-colored bra, the fabric diaphanous enough for Laura to see the huge dark circles of her nipples underneath.