Chapter 196

The following day when Laura went to work, she found someone new sitting in April's cubicle. It was a young man, wearing thick glasses, working on a spreadsheet.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Patrick Feeney. Who're you?"

"Where's April?"

"Is she the one who used to sit here? I never met her. I think they transferred her down to the third floor, to Investor Relations. This morning."

Laura shut her eyes. She felt her insides shuddering and had to go immediately to her own office and shut the door, just to maintain control. Oh god, oh shit, she thought. That fucking witch Rhonda.

Laura tried not to think of the foyer episode with Jane, which clearly had influenced April's feelings in a big way. But we could've got by that one, she thought. I could have made it better. She knows I'm not serious about Jane. Doesn't she? I wonder if it's because of what I did, fucking her in the ass with that dildo. She seemed to like it at the time.

But after she reflected on it for a while, Laura could see how things might develop. She did not know the details, but Rhonda's fury coupled with April's jealousy, and perhaps resentment, not to say spiteful anger and sore bottom, could have somehow converged in a horrible action that was now depriving her of April, and possibly threatening her own job.

She was so distressed that she could do nothing but pour herself into her work, trying not to think about it. She tried to be so productive that if anyone came to her with a sexual harassment complaint, she would be able to demonstrate her value to the company while at the same time being contrite and apologetic and deeply ashamed. Whereas in fact she had loved fucking April, and she really hurt bad inside at the thought that she might not be able to do it again. And April loved it too! she thought. Just ask her.

But she couldn't go down to Investor Relations and grovel in front of everybody, and expose herself, both her lust and her vulnerability. She had to swallow and pretend nothing had happened. But it was hard not to want to kill Rhonda. Instead of the pity she had formerly felt, she began to feel glad that she had fucked Stephanie, and that Rhonda had watched the whole thing, especially Stephanie's jolting, extravagant orgasms. I caused those, Rhonda, not you, she thought bitterly.

At home the evening she got a phone call that made her forget everything else.

"Brandi? I don't believe it? Brandi, is that really you?"

"It's really me... pretty white lady. See, I know the secret code."

"Oh god, I can't believe this. It's really you. I... thought I'd never hear from you again."

After last time, Laura thought. They had spent a few days in Carmel together and nearly put one another in the hospital. During the past few years of fucking one after another beautiful black girl, sometimes to exhausting lengths, she had experienced few episodes as shockingly incendiary as that one. After it, both she and Brandi had tacitly, even not so tacitly, admitted that they were poison to each other. They could not fuck without excess, and since Brandi lived half a continent away, it was best that they not see one another again, or at least often.

Laura had not liked the idea, but she had grown used to it. But the sound of Brandi's voice on the phone brought back all her desire in a quick flash.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"Actually, I'm at the Embassy Suites in San Mateo," Brandi said crisply. "Talk about boring."

"I could be there in half an hour," Laura said, with a lilt in her voice.

Brandi chuckled. "I guess that's easier than me getting lost in my rented car in some rough San Francisco neighborhood where they don't respect girls with muscles."

"Especially when I do," Laura teased, feeling the pulse beat in her throat at the mere memory of Brandi's extraordinary muscles.

"Pretty white lady, you sound like you might be happy to see me. Maybe as happy as I will be to see you."

Laura took a deep breath. "It's been a long time, Brandi," she said softly.

"I know. Room 517. Drive carefully. And bring me a toothbrush. I forgot mine."

Laura drove to the hotel, trying not to think of Deshona Reed as she passed Burlingame. But she did glance from the freeway up into the wooded hills. She's up there. She would be jealous if she thought I were on my way to sleeping with Ms. Olympia. Wouldn't she?

Laura hoped so. But very little could keep her mind off Brandi. She remembered Rhonda's envy of her for having slept with Brandi. She also recalled Kendra's admiration for Brandi. But most of all, she recalled the thrilling times when she had passed out from orgasms so intense she could hardly remember them without almost coming again, orgasms caused by Brandi's phenomenal hard thigh crunching into her vulnerable pussy.

It had been over a year, but she could still feel a hot, exciting flutter deep inside her pussy when she thought of it. But she tried to ignore it and act civilized as she parked and took the elevator up to Brandi's hotel room. Brandi answered the door with a big smile on her beautiful face.

"If it isn't Stephanie Seymour's gorgeous twin sister," she deadpanned. "Did you drop by to spend a little time with an ex bodybuilding champion?"

"Ex?" Laura said as she stepped inside.

It was good to have something else to think about, because Brandi was even more stunning than she had remembered. God, if I had never seen her before, I would faint with love just at the sight of her, Laura realized. Brandi wore her hair in bangs, always a quick way to Laura's heart, and she had on a sleeveless bright yellow blouse that showed off her incredible shapely and muscular arms and shoulders, black and glossy and so beautiful that Laura wanted to touch them, as she had the first time she saw Brandi.

"I can see you've been following the bodybuilding world as closely as ever," Brandi said.

Laura looked down, ashamed.

"I lost," Brandi said philosophically. "Or came in second, take your pick. Lost the next time too."

"Oh god, has it been that long?" Laura exclaimed. "You went through two of them since we last were together? And I didn't know about either one?"

Brandi smiled, genuinely delighted by Laura. "Pretty white lady..." she said with exaggerated politeness, "you were probably busy working and playing. And we both know how you like to play."

They had not kissed, and Laura was overwhelmed by the desire to kiss her, even though they were both still somewhat uncomfortable. Laura removed her coat. Brandi took it and threw it on the bed.

"Not there," Laura said with a mock frown. She picked up her coat and put it on a chair. "Over there."

Brandi raised one eyebrow, eyes sparkling from mischief and excitement. "Why? You have plans for that bed?"

Laura moved close to her and took Brandi's lovely face in both hands. "If I don't kiss you, I'm going to pop," she said softly.

"Me too," Brandi said, getting the words only partly out before Laura's mouth covered hers.

It was a romantic, very long kiss. Laura found herself wondering in the middle of it if they had ever kissed so long or so romantically. I'll bet your husband doesn't even kiss you this way, she thought, coiling her tongue around Brandi's, running her fingertips up and down the incredible hard muscles and silky smooth skin of Brandi's arms.

"God, I've missed you," she panted, hugging Brandi and gasping for breath as Brandi, phenomenally strong, hugged her back.

Both of them were crying, hugging, kissing, tasting the salt of each other's tears. "I've never kissed any woman but you," Brandi wept. "But god I missed it."

"I want to lick your shoulders, like I wanted to the first time," Laura wept softly too.

"And you did," Brandi giggled.

"I know. Can I do it again?"

"You know... it led to something very exciting. Are you sure we can take it?"

"I'm willing to try if you are."

Brandi pulled her close again, kissing her neck, kneading Laura's ass with her fingers. "Why don't we take off our clothes and just lick each other all over?" she breathed.

Laura was gripped unexpectedly by a sharp shiver. "Oh god, yes!" Brandi began to remove her blouse, but Laura's hand stopped her. "I want to undress you."

Brandi shot her a dangerous grin. "You and about a thousand others," she said.

"I'll bet it's more than a thousand," Laura teased as she turned Brandi around and began to lower the zipper.

But Laura was incapable of simply taking off Brandi's clothes. She had to kiss every inch of skin that came into view, starting with Brandi's incredible back. She had forgotten how hard Brandi's body was. Recently, only Kendra had a comparably hard body, and Kendra's was not in this league at all.

"Mmmm, you're so hard and silky smooth at the same time," Laura murmured, kissing Brandi's shoulder blades, and the deep groove where her spine sank between two long smooth ridges of hard muscle.

Brandi giggled throatily. "Pretty white lady, lots of people want to fuck me, but nobody ever kissed my naked back like you do."

Laura unclasped Brandi's bra clasp. She kissed the skin where it had been, sliding her hands up Brandi's hard, rippling stomach muscles and under the now-loose bra cups, closing them over Brandi's small now-naked breasts. She squeezed them and lightly pinched Brandi's swelling nipples.

Brandi's breathing accelerated. "Look..." she said, turning. "You can't have all the fun. I get some too."

Quickly, they undressed each other, kissing again in more and more feverish passion. Their hands raced over each other's naked flesh, and they began to feel a sexual urgency that they had been trying to control so far.

"I don't know how we waited this long," Laura panted, kissing and biting Brandi's neck, dropping her mouth to one small breast and sucking Brandi's shiny black nipple deep into her mouth.

"Unhhh!" Brandi gasped. "Oh god, I don't either!"

Her delicious naked black body rippled with muscles, and Laura had forgotten the thrill of running her hands all over it, feeling the tensile strength under the smooth black skin. She realized that people were all wrong about the body building girls. She had slept with men and with women, but Brandi's body was unique. She was fiercely strong, but not like a man. Instead, she was wildly sexy and feminine, but with a powerful underlying physical superstructure. She was soft and vulnerable but throbbing and pulsing with potential power and threatening strength.

And even though she was aching and throbbing with lust for Brandi, she also realized something else. Perhaps because she was no longer competing, Brandi's body contours seemed softer, smoother, less sharp and angular and bulky. But she was clearly no less strong than before.

She had Laura on her back in seconds, swarming over her, then rolling over onto her own back as Laura swarmed back. The motel room's bed was very solid and secure. Otherwise, they would have brought it down through their athletic embraces and rough, struggling passion.

"Girl," she panted to Laura, "let's stop wrestling and do it. I'm dying to do it with you."

Laura giggled softly. "We are doing it, silly. What do you think this is, a tea party?"

She slid quickly down Brandi's magnificent body, between her huge, muscular thighs, and began to lick the swollen, blossoming flower of Brandi's open, wet, very wet pussy. She realized that she hadn't forced herself on Brandi, but that Brandi had been craving this for a while.

"Darling, you're so wet for me," she purred, slithering her tongue up into Brandi's warm, juicy slit.

"Ohhhh!" Brandi moaned, twisting, all her marvelous glossy muscles flexing and straining. "Oh... Laura oh that feels so good, oh what have done without you! Unhhh! Oh yes, right there! Do that again... just like that! Ohhhhhh!"

"I'm going to make you come so hard," Laura panted.

"You're already doing it... oh yes! Oh Jesus!" Brandi gasped, looking down her ripping, gleaming black body at Laura's face in her crotch.

"I don't want you to come yet," Laura teased, petulantly. She stopped licking Brandi's puckered, glistening, bright pink, black-lipped pussy and stroked it gently with her fingers, getting them wet with flowing juice. "I want to drink your sweet juices, and drive you crazy."

But Brandi was nearly delirious with fuck-hunger. Her hips shuddered as she gyrated them, and her eyes beseeched Laura. "Oh Laura... please!"