Chapter 171

It didn't take long for Kendra to make her feelings known. On Saturday morning Laura was returning from the supermarket, her arms overloaded with grocery bags, when Kendra met her in the building foyer.

"Well, if it isn't the lesbian sex addict who lives on the eighth floor," she said, voice dripping sarcasm. "Molester of teenage girls. Did you know I could file charges against you? Felony child molestation. Statutory rape? I could, you know. You seduced a teenager. Two teenagers, if Jane isn't lying."

Laura, who always blushed, right or wrong, turned dark red, predictably. "She seduced me," she said quietly.

"I'll bet I could get a jury to believe otherwise."

"Kendra... I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. Or her."

Kendra descended into a rage very quickly. "You fucked my daughter, you whore! You cunt!"

"We've been through this," Laura said, wearily.

She looked around the building lobby, wondering who would overhear. The packages in her arms were getting very heavy.

Kendra glowered at her. But tears shone in her eyes. Laura couldn't keep her eyes from drifting down Kendra's beautiful, hard body. Excepting Brandi, it was the hardest body she had ever been to bed with. Even the teenagers with their marvelous, young, springy bodies-Chanitra, Jane, Charise-didn't have bodies like Kendra's. And of course Kendra, as usual, was dressed in a skimpy knitted shift, which showed off her body spectacularly. She knew Laura was staring, longing.

"You fucked my little girl!" she said to Laura under her breath. "You turned her into a lesbian!"

Part of Laura, the part that wasn't guilty and ashamed, realized that the thought of Laura and Jane in bed together, fucking and sucking and having glorious orgasms, was erotically fascinating to Kendra. Otherwise she wouldn't be dwelling on it so much. On the other hand, the thought of it also filled her with jealousy, misery, hatred of Laura, hatred of her own desire for Laura. And hatred of Jane's desire for Laura, and Laura's for Jane.

God, it's so confusing! Laura thought. She looked longingly, hungrily, sadly into Kendra's eyes. "God... I am so sorry," she whispered. "I wish you could believe me."

"And then we have to listen to you down there yowling like a cat with Miss Braids, who took down her braids and now looks like just any other tramp."

Laura's eyes narrowed. "Are you still running down to see who it was?" she asked.

Now it was Kendra's turn to feel a pang of guilt. But it was brief. "Everybody in this apartment building can hear you fucking, Laura. You and your girlfriends are very noisy. I hope you didn't make Jane cry out like that. For her sake."

"I wouldn't feel sorry for Jane, if I were you," Laura said drily.

Kendra pursed her lips, her hostility overflowing. "We're moving."

"I... don't know what to say." In fact, Laura was flabbergasted. "Because of me?"

"You're damned right, because of you."

"Oh, Kendra."

Tears rolled down Laura's cheeks. She almost dropped the grocery bags.

"A little late for that," Kendra said softly, almost forgivingly.

"I know. I've got to go or I'll drop these groceries."

In the old days Kendra would have given her a hand, and after putting the bags in the kitchen they would have raced to Laura's bedroom and fucked in exuberant, athletic abandon. But now they just looked sorrowfully at each other, and Laura continued toward the elevators, Kendra out the front door.

Laura was filled with sadness. Like an automaton, she put her groceries away. Kendra had never inspired that deep, throbbing, resonant love she felt for Shavon, Randi, suddenly now for Charise, in the past for Jonelle and Trina, but she was a very good-natured and enjoyable person, and an indefatigable fuck-partner, with a straightforward love of sex and an incorrigible sense of humor. Laura cared for her deeply.

As for Jane, Laura's lust for her young beautiful body was the equal of her feelings for Charise's, though Jane lacked the charming innocence and angelic shyness of her friend. Jane was a devil, in a way like Sholandra, full of mischief and eager for new experience. She had plunged into an affair with Laura without much thinking of the consequences, and now she was paying the price. And so am I, Laura thought. I won't ever have her again. Or her mother.

But just when she was sunk in this somber mood, in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, she got a phone call from Charise.

"Lucky you're in the book," Charise said. "You didn't give me your phone number. Is this a bad time for me to be calling?"

"No," Laura said, sitting down, feeling her heart pound. "I love hearing your voice."

"Really?" Charise said in disbelief.

"I think about you all the time."

"Really? I think about you too."

"Are you at home?"

"Yes. But I don't have any car or anything. I'm stuck here."

"I could pick you up."

"Not here."

"I understand. How about a few blocks away?"

"You're sure you don't mind?"

"I'm dying to see you." Laura meant, I'm dying to 'fuck' you.

Charise understood immediately. She told Laura where she would be. "How long will you be?"

"I should be there in ten minutes," Laura said. "I'm driving a white '91 Camaro."

Laura felt her heart flutter. She loved being in love. Especially with a deliciously demure little black Lolita like Charise. Inky. Should I call her Inky? She is so gorgeously black. I wonder if she'd mind.

Laura drove to the appointed place. Charise was waiting by a blue mailbox. She was wearing jeans and a Chicago Bulls jersey and looked very young, so young that Laura began to think, Gosh, maybe Kendra is right and I'm a child molester after all. But she's so precious and lovely, and look at that angelic smile now that she's spotted me.

The basketball jersey was so baggy and long that it intensified Laura's feeling, since it obscured whatever physical hints there were that Charise was actually a curvaceous and desirable woman, or rather a child with a woman's body. And when she got into the car next to Laura, and squinted happily at her, and had to be told to fasten her seatbelt, she seemed more like twelve than sixteen. Did I actually fuck this cute, darling little thing? she wondered.

But then she remembered. I not only fucked her, I fell in love with her. And she felt all the feeling pour back into her heart and her body as soon as Charise was next to her in the car. She wanted to squeeze her and rape her right there.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" she said, almost breathless with excitement.

Charise beamed. "Me too."

Laura drove, glancing at her jeans, her sneakers, her red jersey. She's too young! she thought. God, I'm a criminal!

"Jane's mama is really pissed at you, isn't she."

Laura swallowed. "I guess she is."

"My mama doesn't know."

"Good. I guess she would be... pissed too, if she found out."

"She'd tan my black ass good," Charise smiled. "That's why I had to wait until I was alone to call you."

"Look, Charise, if you're afraid you'll get into trouble, we could-"

Charise frowned. "You don't want to any more?"

"Oh god, I really want to," Laura said quickly. "I dream about you."

"I had a dream about you too," Charise said, looking out the window. "We were naked... you know, sort of like last time. I got real aroused, and I was panting and everything. I woke up. And you know what, I... sort of came, you know, right there in my own bed. Not like I came when I was with you. And Jane. Not real hard. Just a slow, fluttery, warm feeling. Wow, it was killer. I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't moan or something."

Laura blushed in feverish excitement, glancing over at the girl, trying not to get in an automobile accident.

"I had two dreams about you," she said, making them up. "In one I was kissing you. Just kissing you over and over again. Loving it. In the other I-"

"You better watch out for that car."

"Oops! Right!"

Laura swerved. She avoided an accident.

"Maybe I better tell you about the other one when we get there."

Charise smiled her angelic smile. When they got to Laura's apartment, Laura got very nervous. She didn't want Kendra or Jane to see her going in with Charise. She suggested going in first, then having Charise follow her in three minutes.

"Just like being a spy, eh?" Charise said.

"Right."

"I'm game. See you in a minute."

Everything went smoothly. Neither Jane nor Kendra saw either one enter the building, or take the elevator up to Laura's apartment. Finally, they were alone together inside.

"Now you can tell me about your second dream," Charise smiled. "I never had nobody dream about me before. Least they didn't tell me about it."

"I was doing this," Laura said, taking the girl in her arms, kissing her passionately, and running both hands up under the Chicago Bulls jersey.

Charise wasn't wearing a bra this time. Laura cupped both naked breasts in her hands. "And this," she whispered, pulling the jersey up further.

She dropped her mouth to them and began sucking Charise's gleaming black nipples, one at a time.

"Ohhh... shiiiiit... that feels good!" Charise sighed softly.

"And then I took your shirt off... like this." She pulled the jersey up over Charise's head, her eyes drinking in every inch of Charise's flawless, smooth, very black skin, such a wild aphrodisiac to her. "And I worshipped each one of your beautiful naked breasts... like this."

She held one of Charise's perfect breasts in both hands and licked and sucked the girl's beautiful nipple until Charise was quivering and mewlng softly. Her nipples were big, and her aureolas were large and puffy, and Laura could have sucked them both all afternoon, without moving on. But Charise became very aroused from this.

"Laura, you making my knees weak," she panted. "I have to sit down."

"Why don't we lie down instead?"

Charise nodded and followed her to the bedroom. There they quickly shed the rest of their clothes and lay down facing each other on Laura's bed.

"Would you do that again? What you were doing?" Charise asked.

"You mean sucking your nipples?"

Charise nodded. "It drives me wild. I just want to give in to it completely. It almost makes me want to come."

"Honey, if you feel like coming, don't stop. I want to make you come and come."

"Unhhhh!" Charise moaned as Laura began sucking her other nipple, while gently pinching the first, damp one between her finger and thumb. "Oh shit, it feels so good! Do it harder! Please!"

"Oh honey!"

Laura was in ninth heaven. Charise's springy, beautifully-shaped young breasts were so lovely, and she sucked and tongued the girl's delectable, erect black nipples, squeezing the globes at the same time, until Charise was indeed on the verge of an orgasm. She watched Laura sucking her breasts, then moaned and half-swooned, then watched again, approaching closer and closer to the point of no return.