Chapter 157

"Girl, have you been screwing my baby sister?"

Shavon's dark eyes were hostile and accusatory, expressions Laura had never seen in them before.

"Why... uh, of course not. What makes you think that?" Laura tried not to blush, always her weakness.

"Liar. I know you have."

"What did she tell you?"

"Didn't have to tell me a thing. She goes moping around, crying all the time. Her boyfriend even came to me, wondering what was wrong. He says she all of a sudden told him she didn't want to see him any more. I ask her if she got somebody new, and she just starts crying."

"I don't see what all that has to do with me," Laura said stiffly.

They were together in a small conference room, and Shavon stood up and closed the door. Then she walked over to Laura, who was still seated, and bent down, putting her beautiful face inches from Laura's, her hostility undiminished.

"I'll tell you what. It's exactly the way I would act if I caught you screwing somebody else, when I thought you loved me. Only I'm married, so it ain't as easy."

Now Laura blushed, in spite of herself. Shavon smiled, though not out of happiness.

"See, it's true, isn't it," she said, stepping back.

"We... had a... brief fling, I guess you could call it," Laura said meekly.

"A fling?"

"You know, you almost set us up for it," Laura went on the offensive. "You got us both together alone at your apartment. And you had told me about how lovely she was, how perfect her boobs were, stuff like that."

"And did you find me to be telling the truth?" Shavon sneered sarcastically.

Laura smiled tightly. "She's very lovely. I didn't mean to... disappoint either one of you. But I think you're being na‹ve if you think I wouldn't want to sleep with her."

"You mean 'fuck' her?" Shavon said, under her breath, eyes on fire.

Laura found herself wondering, even in this tense moment, if Shavon might not want to do it herself. After all, they were only half-sisters. She risked it.

"You sound like you're envious," Laura said calmly.

Shavon was caught off guard. Bingo. She smiled bemusedly, then turned so Laura couldn't see her full reaction, pacing around slowly in the small area of the room. Laura couldn't take her eyes off Shavon's body. The conversation was sexually charged, even though they were ostensibly talking about Vanessa, not each other.

But Shavon's anger, Laura's guilt, and the sexual desire both of them felt for Vanessa and for each other made the atmosphere crackle with excitement and danger. Laura and Shavon had not had any opportunity to sleep together for weeks, and Laura couldn't take her eyes off the girl. As usual, she couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman-and recently married at that-had consented to sharing the same bed with her.

I made you pant, she thought. I made you come, and cry out. How can you be mad at me? When Shavon turned back to Laura, her eyes were sparkling with tears.

"Oh... Shavon," Laura said.

"I'm so jealous," Shavon sobbed softly. "I hate you for screwing for her. I hate you for sharing yourself with her."

Laura stood up. She embraced Shavon and kissed her wet cheeks, kissing away the tears.

"And I hate you for hurting her, too," Shavon wept. "What did you do?"

Laura tried to keep kissing Shavon. In fact, she was getting wildly sexually aroused. Shavon was in her blood anyway, and embracing the girl after several weeks of not being able to, feeling Shavon's large breasts push into her own through their clothes, excited Laura extremely. But now Shavon stiffened a little, pulling back.

"She caught me with another... friend," Laura confessed, hanging her head. "Coming out of my apartment."

"Oh god."

"She didn't call or anything."

"She's very innocent. I thought you would see that."

Laura shrugged and nodded. "It's part of her charm. It's all my fault."

"You're just a slut, Laura. Aren't you."

Laura hoped she was kidding. I wouldn't call anyone that, would I? Unless I were kidding? she thought.

But Shavon had not cracked a smile. Her eyes were still jeweled with tears. She was phenomenally desirable to Laura.

Laura took her exquisitely beautiful face in two hands, brushing away the tears with two thumbs. "I may be a slut," she whispered. "But I opened up a whole new world for you, didn't I? And for her. I made you whimper," she whispered, moving her face closer. "I made you come."

Now the tears were pouring down Laura's cheeks too. Their mouths came together almost without intention, their tongues coiling, tasting the mingled salt of their warm tears.

"I wish we could do it right here," Shavon half- giggled, half-wept.

"You mean you forgive me?"

"I don't know, but I sure miss... doing it with you."

"Let's go to my place."

"I can't. My husband is coming home early from work. He'll be suspicious."

"I'll die if I can't have you," Laura panted, kissing her smooth black neck.

"Me too," Shavon panted. "He's going to a business dinner tonight. Maybe I could come by for half an hour."

"When?"

"About seven-thirty?"

"God, I hope I can survive until."

Shavon whispered hotly in Laura's ear. "Don't make yourself come, promise. I want to do it."

"I won't."

But the rest of the afternoon was shot for Laura. There was no way she could work. Even when five o'clock arrived, it was no help since she still had to wait. Her mind teemed with images of the naked Shavon, gripped in seizures of shattering orgasms which Laura had caused.

Her pussy was constantly wet and tingling, from the end of their brief encounter until seven-thirty, when the downstairs buzzer finally rang. Her hand shook as she pressed the button to let Shavon in. She waited in the hallway, looking down toward the elevators.

Shavon appeared finally, smiling, wearing jeans and a loose sweater, her long hair swishing around her shoulders, so unnatural and attractive for a black woman. Inside Laura's apartment, they were almost afraid to embrace, afraid they would tear one another apart with frantic fucking.

"I only have a half hour," Shavon said. "He'll be back soon. He's very jealous, as you know."

"I'm very jealous of him, getting to have you all the time," Laura said, kissing her mouth, her cheek, her smooth neck. "Keeping you away from me. How long has it been?"

"Three weeks and two days," Shavon said, smiling, kissing Laura back passionately. "Plenty of time for you to screw my baby sister."

Pained, Laura looked into her eyes. "You aren't going to bring that up again."

Shavon's eyes teared up briefly, but she shook her head. "No. But I'd like to know, was it good with her?"

Laura made a split-second decision to ignore the question and to overwhelm Shavon with passion. She slid her hands under Shavon's sweater, exulting in the feel of the girls' warm, smooth skin, raising her hands to Shavon's breasts and finding her bra.

"You didn't have to wear this," she whispered. "You know I'm just going to take it off."

Shavon giggled softly. "Don't want them to sag."

Laura was pulling her down the hall, lifting her sweater up over her head at the same time. Inside her bedroom, she tossed the sweater into a chair and unfastened the clasp of Shavon's bra, kissing her deliciously smooth black back at the same time. She raised her hands up and filled them with Shavon's beautiful large breasts.

Pinching Shavon's nipples lightly with her fingers, she ran her tongue into one of Shavon's beautiful ears, breathing hotly into it. "I want you."

Shavon shivered sharply. She turned, then smirked coyly while slowly unbuttoning the front of Laura's shirt. "Two can play this game," she said, eyelids heavy with sex.

"It's so much more fun that way," Laura grinned, watching Shavon's hands undress her.

Shavon undid Laura's bra between the cups and pulled them away. Her very dark, slender fingers cupped and caressed Laura's creamy breasts.

"We are a beautiful picture," she whispered.

Laura raised her hands again to Shavon's naked breasts. "We are going to take off our panties now and fuck very seriously," she murmured, frenching Shavon's ear again.

"Oh yes."

Finally naked, they lay down together on the bed, kissing and stroking one another, in no desperate hurry even though Shavon could only stay for a few more minutes. But it didn't take long for both to become overheated. Laura was not to be deprived of Shavon's beautiful, luscious full breasts, the largest next to Karen's and Bernice's that she had ever made love to.

She cradled each one in the palms of her hands and lowered her mouth to them. First she ran her tongue around each wide black areola, at times flicking the thick center nubs of Shavon's nipples with the tip of it, bringing tight little gasps of excitement from deep in Shavon's throat. When both areolas began to stipple and go erect, Laura began to knead them gently with her teeth, still staying away from the protruding centers, which she knew Shavon desperately wanted her to suck by now.

Shavon was twisting and whimpering, holding her breasts for Laura, watching, nearly swooning. "God... I wish you'd teach my husband how to do this," she panted, biting her lower lip. "Ohhhnnnn... Laura."

"I would never teach him," Laura said, now sucking the protruding center of one nipple quickly, teasingly, then rolling the wet bulb in her fingers. "You would never come back to me."

"How could I ever leave you? Oh god... yes! Yes... harder, please, Laura! Please, harder, suck me hard!"