Chapter 182

Laura thought of it as the irony of fate. Her workload had increased, and along with it her importance to her company. They gave her an assistant, and it happened to be a charming young black woman who had recently graduated from college. April Worthington was twenty-three. She was not spectacularly pretty (like Shavon, for example). She had a broad face and a flattish nose, but her skin was smooth and dark, her mouth sensual, her eyes bright and intelligent.

She had a trim, attractive figure and wore modest sweaters and skirts. Her personality was subdued and reserved, and she was almost shy, patient, sweet, attentive. In this way she reminded Laura a little of Jonelle, though without the stunning, swanlike beauty. And her face, though plain, lit up with thrilling loveliness when she smiled, reminding Laura of Charise, whose smile melted her heart every time, and made her pussy run with warm juice too.

Laura found April very appealing, of course, but she was so preoccupied with work and her other sexual affairs that it didn't become an issue. And she couldn't let it become one. It would be almost criminal to seduce your assistant, since both of your jobs depended on you not doing it. She and her fellow workers had attended several workshops on sexual harassment in the workplace, and though they were usually aimed at men making passes at girls, she knew that if she made a pass at April, it would amount to the same thing.

Fortunately, she had several delightful distractions, and Charise was the most urgent. She was watched much more closely by her mother than Mavis, who could get away more easily, and so Laura and Charise had not been to bed since the night Laura had driven over to pick her up when she was wearing the bright red Chicago Bulls jersey. It was a night Laura would not forget. But after Stevie Archer, Shavon, and a hot tryst with Randi right after Shavon, Laura was not begging for more involvement. At the moment, she was begging for rest.

But Charise phoned her, and she could not ignore her own excitement.

"What you been doing?" Charise wanted to know in her characteristically direct way.

"I been dreaming about you all the time," Laura teased her.

"No kidding."

"It's true."

"My mamma be watching me like a hawk."

"She doesn't know about me, does she?"

"No. Some dude been hanging around me. She think he no good."

Instantly, Laura felt herself bristling with jealousy. Some young black stud sticking his huge hard cock into her delicious little pussy! He'd better not be! she thought.

"I'm dying to see you," Laura whispered. "I dream of you every night."

"What part of me you dream about?" Charise giggled.

"I dream about every beautiful black inch of you," Laura breathed. "Especially your delicious little black pussy."

She remembered how Charise had told her that her Mama had said her pussy was ugly and she had to keep it covered up. Laura had thereupon praised its beauty over and over, without lying either, since it was a totally gorgeous pussy. She listened and could hear Charise panting softly at the other end of the phone. She realized her own blood was racing too.

"Can you pick me up at the playground of the school?" Charise whispered into the phone. "On the corner of Crawford and Pine?"

"Right now?"

"Give me five minutes to get there, okay? You in a hurry?"

"Yes!"

Charise giggled again. "See you in five minutes."

Laura could hardly contain her excitement. She couldn't stop her heart from pounding. It was Saturday afternoon, and she felt like sort of a mess, her hair undone, her apartment cluttered, her face un-madeup. But the thought of spending the afternoon in bed with the darling Charise made her heart leap, and her pussy tingle.

When she got to the corner, Charise, wearing the same red Chicago Bulls jersey, was surrounding by three young black men, all of them flirting in high gear. Laura felt herself churning with jealousy as she slowly brought her car to a stop. Charise made some sharp comments to her admirers, then got into the car with Laura. The guys were all flabbergasted.

"Can't believe I'd rather be with you than with them, the big turkeys," Charise smiled as Laura drove off.

God, they all want to fuck her! Laura thought, scandalized, even though she wanted to do the same thing. They want to stick their big long cocks into her sweet pussy. I hate them! Inky, you can't let them do it! she wanted to say.

But she tried to control herself. Charise could see that Laura was troubled. It tickled her greatly.

"You jealous of those dudes, ain't you?" she said slyly.

Laura tried to keep her eyes on the road. It was only a few more blocks to her apartment house. "Should I be?" she snapped, hating herself.

Charise put a hand on her knee. Laura looked down at the girl's long, shapely, very black fingers on her white jeans.

"No. You shouldn't be," Charise smiled. "You the one I dream about."

Laura's heart melted. This sweet girl dreams about me, she thought. How can I be so lucky? She smiled forgivingly at Charise. She realized it was a little patronizing, but in her heart she was forgiving Charise for letting those guys want her, for flirting with them, for making each of them dream of her sweet young black pussy as the prize.

Finally, they reached her building, and she suddenly had to face another fear. It was broad daylight, Saturday. What if they ran into Jane or Kendra while entering the building?

And, as if she had predicted it, there was Jane, getting her mail, as they approached the door. Oh shit, Laura thought. She couldn't turn back. It was too obvious, and it also made it seem that she was ashamed to be seen with Charise.

Jane looked up and saw them just as she was again locking the mail box and removing the key. Her face, her gorgeous face, lit up with malicious satire.

"Inky! And Laura! I haven't seen either one of you in a while! Hey, Inky, you going upstairs to Laura's to do the Big Nasty? Eh?"

"Jane!" Laura snapped. "How dare you! Don't you have any manners?"

Charise was looking at the floor. If she weren't so black, Laura knew she would be blushing hotly, mortified. It was hard even to imagine these two as friends, though they were, or at least had been. Jane was so flagrant, so sassy, so aggressive, so blatantly sexual, while Charise was shy, sweet, an artless little tease, but essentially warm and gentle, though she heated up fast in Laura's bed.

Jane's eyes narrowed. She lowered her voice. "Can't change the truth, can you, Laura? You two going up to do it. I know it and you both know it."

Laura suddenly realized that Jane was jealous. She had been so anxious about seeing her in the first place, then so angry about Jane's remark, that she hadn't allowed herself to feel the clear, ugly jealousy that was vibrating in the air of the lobby. While flattered that they both wanted her, Laura was so uncomfortable at this instant that she grabbed Charise's hand and pulled her toward the elevators.

Jane followed them. She tried to get on the elevator with Laura and Charise.

Laura put up her hand, stopping her. "No, you wait for the next one," she said, her face hard and implacable as the doors slid shut.

Just as Jane's face disappeared, her expression turned almost tragic with longing and envy, a sudden switch from the pleasurable spite that had been there seconds earlier. Looking at it pierced Laura's heart. And Charise was still looking at the floor.

"You don't have to pay any attention to her," Laura said.

"Long as she don't be telling everybody at school," Charise said quietly. "They'd tease me pretty rough if they thought I was-"

"Going to bed with me?"

"Not just you. Any girl."

They walked down the hall to Laura's door. Laura let them in. She threw the deadbolt lock, which always seemed so final, as if to announce: Well, now there's no turning back, we're going to fuck ourselves silly.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Laura asked.

Charise smiled, half-sadly. "I guess she gon tell them anyway now. Can't stop her."

Laura put two fingers under her chin and lifted her face. Charise was a little shorter than she was, and she had to bend down to kiss her.

"We haven't even kissed each other yet," she whispered.

Now Charise's angelic smile, the thrilling one Laura remembered so often, suddenly spread across her face. "Right," she said.

They kissed, tentatively at first. Laura had not kissed Charise for almost three weeks, and it was very much like the first time. It was a very romantic, slow kiss. Only near the end of it did Laura slip a hand under the Chicago Bulls jersey and run it over Charise's impossibly smooth skin. This time instead of a bra, Charise wore a thin camisole under the jersey, and Laura slipped her hand under it too.

"I want you so bad," she breathed into Charise's black ear.

Charise shivered sharply. "Ooooohh, you making me tingle all over."

"I want to kiss you all over," Laura said, kissing her mouth again, hungrily.

Charise's dark eyes were pulsing with sexual excitement when Laura stopped kissing her. "Let's go in your bedroom and do the Big Nasty," she said, echoing Jane's words.

But Laura wouldn't let her move. Instead, she kissed Charise's smooth black neck, running her hand all over Charise's naked back under the camisole.

"It's never nasty with you," she murmured. "I love you."

Charise smiled and crinkled her nose. "I really like to hear you say that," she confessed.

"I love you."

Charise's smile grew even broader. "Call me 'darling'?"

"I love you, darling Inky."

Now Charise began to tug Laura's hand, moving toward the bedroom. "Come in here and tell my pretty little black pussy how much you love it."

Laura shut the door as she went past it. "I can't wait."

She lifted the Chicago Bulls jersey up over Charises's head and tossed it aside. The thin white camisole emphasized the deep blackness of Charise's skin. To Laura, the girl was a paragon of desire. She had never wanted anyone more.

She quickly slipped out of her jeans and sweatshirt, while Charise removed her jeans and her panties. Laura stopped her from lifting the camisole over her head, wanting to do it herself. Her heart was bursting. With some girls, it was pure, thrilling sex, and little more, but with some-and this time Shavon, and Charise right in a row-Laura's heart was more excited than her pussy. She loved to fuck them, but most of all she loved to love them, and Charise, her sweet little Inky, was maybe the most precious of all to her.

She kissed her sensual mouth and slowly pulled the camisole up, over Charise's breasts, to her neck, then up over her head, carefully disentangling it from the strands of Charise's hair. Now they were both naked. Charise put her very black hands on Laura's white breasts.

"Our colors look great together, don't they," she said.

Laura nodded.

Charise pushed Laura back, toward the bed. "I want you first."

Laura giggled softly. "No, I want you first."

"You gon have to wait this time."

They fell on the bed together, giggling and embracing, intertwining, stroking, kissing, quickly growing more passionate and insistent. Charise meant what she said and immediately began to squeeze Laura breasts and lick both of her nipples heatedly. Soon she was sucking them gently, pinching them, lashing them with her tongue, then sucking again, harder this time. Laura twisted and whimpered softly, watching Charise's sensual lips on her nipples, feeling her breasts pulse with fire, luxuriating in the enjoyment of their contrasting skins, and Charise's eagerness.

They had only slept together a few times, but Charise had quickly learned exactly how to touch Laura where it would count. She kissed her way down Laura's writhing body to Laura's pussy, and there she quickly made Laura felt like a very good teacher. Patiently, she licked and sucked Laura's flowing, throbbing pussy until Laura was a wreck, twisting, mewling, pumping, frantic with fuck-need.

"Oh yes... oh Inky oh yes oh god yes... unhhhh! Oh there yes... do it harder oh god I'm going to... ohhhhh!"

"Come, Laura, come now," Charise repeated softly, sucking her clit, finally sliding two fingers into Laura's greasy channel and fucking her with them. "Come now... now."

"Unhhh! Unhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh god, yes! Ungghaawwoongggg! Ungghhh!" she cried out, coming sharply.

Her body filled with sweet fire. She dug her fingers into her thighs, lifting her shuddering pelvis, pushing her throbbing cunt into Charise's mouth as the fierce spasms of her climax shook her.

"Oh god! Oh god!" she panted, finally relaxing, feeling the warm culminating waves of her orgasm pour through her quivering body.

"Mmmmm, that was a good one," Charise smiled, looking up from Laura's crotch, her lips shiny with Laura's cunt juice.

"Ohhhh Charise... come here, let me kiss you," Laura sighed, totally transported by the aftermath of this thrilling climax.

Charise slid up face to face. "You came all over my lips," she smiled her enchanting, angelic smile, her thick sensual lips covered with cuntslime.

"I know. I hope it doesn't taste too bad."

Charise deliberately licked her lips. "I dig the way you taste," she said, beaming.

"We were meant for each other, then," Laura said, pulling her down and rolling on top of her lissome young body. "Because I love the way you taste too."

And she began to make love to Charise, feasting on her fresh, beautiful young body, luxuriating in its silkiness and deep blackness, in Charise's firm, full young breasts, a woman's breasts on her slender, still blooming body. She loved sucking the girl's coal-black nipples, twirling them in her wet mouth and feeling them stiffen, curling her tongue around them, nipping them playfully with her teeth, pinching Charise's wide areolas.

She loved the way Charise's wet nipples stood up from her breasts after Laura had sucked them for a while, springy and erect and excited. She lashed them with her tongue, and Charise gasped excitedly each time. Laura was in no hurry to descend, but she finally did descend, exploring every smooth inch of Charise's incomparable midriff and belly. Arriving finally between the girl's perfect, yawning black thighs, she began slowly to drive the sweet girl crazy by skillfully eating her very juicy pussy but delaying her orgasm.