Chapter 207

The following day, Kendra called Laura at work. "Girlfriend, we've got to have a talk."

"You didn't have to call me at work," Laura said, defensive.

Oh god, either she found out about me and Jane again, or she was home last night when Sholandra and Danny and I were fucking and making all that noise!

"Look," Kendra lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You know I'm your friend, Laura... except when you be messing around with my teenage daughter."

Oh god, Laura thought. What's coming? Laura and Jane had nearly gone up in flames of wild fucking at least six times since Kendra had caught them together. But they had been more careful. She doesn't know, does she? Laura wondered.

"But last night, girl, you went over the top."

"I'm... sorry." Laura tried to sound contrite. We fucked ourselves silly, didn't we? she wanted to giggle.

"I don't know whether you are because you keep doing it."

"I'll stop."

"Let's talk about it when you get home, after work."

"Okay."

Kendra, expert eavesdropper, knew when Laura arrived home. Minutes later, there was a knock on her door. Laura hadn't see her for weeks. Kendra was shockingly gorgeous, her red-gold hair cut in delicious bangs, her hard-muscled body concealed very little by a bright green mini-skirt and a tight blouse that her breasts were trying to push their way out of.

"God, you look stunning," Laura said.

"We ain't here to talk about me, girl. You been getting worse. I'm not so worried about me, but Jane gets real carried away when we hear you guys screaming down here."

Laura let her in and closed the door. "I thought you were moving anyway."

Kendra looked flabbergasted. "What if I was? You still gonna have somebody upstairs living in that apartment. Last night sounded like an orgy. I was almost sorry not to be down here myself. And then I saw that little pepper pot sister I've seen here before, and her white boyfriend, when they were leaving. He's a dream boat. I can see why you two were squealing and carrying on. He must've plugged the two of you good. I'm glad Jane wasn't home."

Laura felt like a schoolgirl who had been naughty. She even hung her head. "It sort of got out of hand," she said softly.

She couldn't take her eyes off Kendra. Her svelte, supple, hard, glossy body was so desirable that Laura had to look away. I forgot how stunning she is. She remembered the two of them fucking with Marshall. She remembered being fucked by Kendra's thigh, after Kendra had said it would be an honor for her thigh to go where Brandi Pearson's thigh had been. And Laura had erupted in exultant, scorching orgasms.

"I love your bangs," she said, shyly.

"Quit trying to change the subject," Kendra cracked. "You always love my bangs. You love every bit of my pretty body."

"God, you're sure right there."

"I think you need counseling, Laura. You are a sex addict. You're out of control."

"Takes one to know one," Laura taunted.

Kendra rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "It was a bad day for you when that deaf old lady upstairs died," she said. "She couldn't hear you screeching like a sick cat down here day in and day out. You gotta start visiting these sisters over at their own apartments, girl. Make their neighbors envious, not yours."

"Are you envious?"

Kendra winked. "Damn right I am." She reached out and caressed Laura's cheek with one finger. "I know how tasty that pretty pink pussy of yours is."

"Want to taste it? Where's Jane?"

"Actually, Jane has a boyfriend. I know that must break your heart."

Laura showed no emotion, although she felt jealousy burning in her stomach. "You don't have to be sarcastic," she said, calmly.

"I packed her right down to the clinic and got her on the pill, pronto. She's probably drenched in teenage sploojie this minute, getting friendly with Mr. Young Penis."

"Sploojie?"

"You know... jizz. She be getting a proper education. No lesbians allowed. I can forgive myself for a little dalliance with you now and then, because I'm really just a shameless little fuck pig when it comes to cock. But I ain't getting that girl started in the wrong direction, even though you tried."

Laura brushed this aside. "Didn't you tell her to make sure he wears a rubber?"

"You know kids. He ain't gonna wear it. I told her not to get it in her mouth, and to wash up afterwards. It works. I been doing it for years."

Laura's emotions were now in turmoil. She was deeply fond of Jane and didn't want Kendra to know. She also remembered Jane telling her, Laura, how much guys disgusted her, and how she would rather do it with Laura. Jane was an enthusiastic lesbian when she was with Laura, no matter how she might feel when away from her. And Laura treasured the moments, no matter how volatile they had been, that she had spent with Jane.

She was jealous, as Kendra could see, of Jane being with a guy, or anyone else, for that matter. And she was worried about disease. I stick my tongue into that wonderful pussy, she thought, feeling a pang.

"Maybe you've been lucky," Laura said, dourly.

Kendra's smile sparkled. "You can say that again."

"Look, you can do me a favor and rub some aloe vera into my back."

After Earlene had used it, Laura had bought some lotion for herself. The only trouble was figuring out how to rub it into her own back. She retrieved it from the bathroom.

"I'm always happy to touch your beautiful body, you know that, Laura," Kendra purred.

"Just a brief back rub," Laura said. "You don't have to swerve from your ostentatiously heterosexual ways and your dear deep love for Mr. Huge Fucking Penis."

"My, aren't we snooty?" Kendra said calmly as she opened the bottle. "Miss Snooty gon' have to take off her shirt if I'm supposed to rub this in her back."

Laura pulled her blouse over her head, shaking her hair loose, glaring at Kendra, wanting to rape her at the same time. The sexual temperature was shooting up uncontrollably.

"Bra too," Kendra smiled with fake sweetness.

"You just want to see my boobs," Laura smiled.

Kendra nodded. "Seen 'em before. They're worth looking at."

Laura unfastened her bra, knowing how sexy it was for her to watch another do it, and realizing that Kendra was getting the same charge watching her. She did it slowly. Then she lifted her hair and turned her naked back to Kendra.

"Did that little pepper pot tart do this to you?" Kendra asked, running her fingers over the scratches, which now were nearly healed. "No, guess not. They don't look fresh. Unless she did them last week."

"Somebody else," Laura said, almost inaudibly.

Kendra rubbed the lotion into Laura's back in soft, gentle swirls. "You got some nasty, hot little friends, Laura. One thing I got to say for Mr. Penis. He don't ever scratch. Might ram, and spear, and occasionally bite. But he don't scratch and tear your precious body."

Now the aloe vera lotion was rubbed into Laura's skin, and Kendra began to kiss the nearly-healed wounds. This was wildly erotic to them both. Kendra's lips finally reached the nape of her neck, and Laura was so aroused that she could barely hold her hair up any longer.

"On the other hand," Kendra murmured, "I ain't ever known a guy who had a back like this one." Her arms encircled Laura from behind. Her hands closed over Laura's naked breasts. "And none of them have these."

"Kendra... you're seducing me," Laura breathed, looking down at Kendra's dark, slender fingers clasping the creamy globes of her small, perfect breasts.

"You the one who took off her shirt."

"Can I take off yours too?"

She turned, and their mouths met hungrily. Kendra always wore thin clothing to show off her sleek, hard body to best advantage, and Laura got her hands under the flimsy jersey quickly, pushing up the cups of Kendra's bra and closing her hands over her marvelous round breasts, as firm as half-ripe fruit. Until she had slept with Deshona, Laura had compared these breasts only to Alison's as the most perfectly round she had ever seen, but now there were three. This thought gave her another pang as she realized she was betraying Deshona left and right, with every beautiful young woman she could persuade to lie down with her.

She and Kendra continued kissing ravenously while they both helped Kendra out of her shirt and bra. Laura kissed her warm black neck, her ear, biting her earlobe, pinching one thick black nipple with her fingers, making Kendra suck in her breath quickly.

"Ooohhh... you like that," Laura breathed into her ear. "You know, we don't have anybody to interfere. Just you and me. We can get kinky."

Kendra shivered. She giggled softly. "Girl, you are the nastiest most wonderful girlfriend I ever had."

"Let's go in the bedroom. Jane's not home? I'm going to make you scream."

"You better skip the bedroom... I don't think I'm gonna make it that far," Kendra panted, clearly as aroused as Laura was.

Laura filled her hands with Kendra's hard breasts, pushing her back against the rear of the sofa. "God, they're so firm. I forgot how hard you are. You must've been working out extra."

"There's a guy I like at the gym. One of the trainers. He's a white guy, too. I ain't had more than three or four white guys in my life. Usually don't go for them. But he's something. He fucked me right on the floor pads in the weight room, one night about midnight. No one there but us. Honey, it rang my bell for sure."

"You came?"

"Silly girl. I always come. I came twice before he was finished, that's how excited I was."

As usual, this was enough to light Laura's competitive fires. She hated to hear that a man had been able to satisfy the object of her own lust, even Kendra, who was admittedly partial to cock, though she made an exception for Laura. I can make you come five times before I'm finished, Laura thought, beginning to work her magic on Kendra's naked breasts.

Kendra had complained to Laura before that men loved her breasts but disregarded them in their rush to fuck her wonderful pussy. Laura never made that mistake. She now curled her tongue around each of Kendra' wide, dark nipples, flicking the center, erect stubs rapidly with the tip of it, pinching the stippled areolas, then sucking each one hard, pinching it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, until Kendra was moaning and biting her lower lip.

"Oh god, that feels good," she gasped. "I love the way you do that. Suck it hard, Laura, yes! Unhhhh! Oh god, you making me so wet!"

"I'm going to ring your bells louder than he did," Laura said, half-threateningly.

"I... believe you are," Kendra panted.

Still pinching and twisting Kendra's wet, stiff nipples with her fingers, Laura slid down. She kissed Kendra's phenomenal flat, hard midriff, loving the sleek warm skin and taut muscles. Reluctantly, she dropped her hands from Kendra's breasts to her mini-skirt, quickly unzipping it and pulling it off.

Under it Kendra wore a gauzy, pale ivory thong, which concealed almost nothing but was wildly sexy. "God, I don't know why men don't rape you when they see this," Laura said admiringly.

"They do. If they get this far, I don't care."

Laura smiled as she peeled the flimsy thing off Kendra's spectacular body and down her shapely, hard-muscled legs. Kendra's pussy was indeed wet, and open, and red inside, an inviting, inflamed slit, ready for whatever Laura planned. And Laura planned to make her come unbelievably, not like the stud trainer, who had rammed her lovely pussy into two quick, fiery climaxes, but instead by the use of her tongue alone.

She knew she could bring Kendra to an excruciating seizure of coming without even using her fingers. She began by licking the oozing flower from top to bottom and back again, running her tongue slowly around the edges of Kendra's swollen vagina, and slipping the tip of it into the creases between the inner and outer lips.

"Oh god!" Kendra gasped in a small, choked voice, her hips quivering.