Chapter 209

The evening with Deshona was exhausting and thrilling. Apart from nearly killing one another with fucking, they again melted together emotionally, deeply in love and wildly happy in each other's arms. Laura returned home, singing again all the way in the car, unable to believe her good fortune. She even half-pledged to herself to curtail most of her other relationships, for two reasons. One, Deshona loved and trusted her, and she had to live up to the trust. Two, she felt so guilty lying about all of them that something had to be done.

But she was unfortunately put to the test immediately. Yvette had been promoted again, this time to an executive director reporting to (who else?) Rhonda, and Rhonda was throwing her a party.

"I can't come to that," Laura said to Rhonda. "I've slept with you both. It's so embarrassing."

"You have to," Rhonda said. "I insist. April will be there too. Even though," she deadpanned, "we both know you never slept with her."

Laura shot daggers from her eyes at Rhonda. "Nor did you," she spat.

"You just have to be a grownup about it," Rhonda said, contemptuously. "Easy come, easy go. Maybe you'll get promoted someday, if you don't burn your bridges."

"You mean if I let the right person-"

But Rhonda fixed her with a fierce stare that cut this off before it could get out.

The party was held at Rhonda's house, an expensive Tudor-style place in the Forest Hills neighborhood, far too big for one person. It was, Laura thought, like Deshona's, though Deshona had been married and had the house as a result. Rhonda had no excuse but ostentation.

She had decided only to put in an appearance, to duck in and duck back out, and so she arrived late and had to park about a block away. Inside the house, she immediately realized that she should have made any excuse not to come. Not only was Yvette there, of course, looking stunning as usual in a slinky dark blue dress cut all the way up her thigh. Her husband Arthur was there too. That made three people Laura had slept with, though Arthur had raped her. In the ass, too. She could feel her ass clenching in fear as she spotted him across the room.

A few minutes later she ran into April in the kitchen. They looked at each other, and both averted their eyes. Laura knew April was now sleeping with Rhonda, and April knew Laura knew it. Neither one wanted to risk a word.

Worse, Laura saw the gorgeous Tamara Taylor in the dining room, surrounded by men. She knew Rhonda loved to surround herself with pretty black girls, and so it shouldn't be surprising that she was after Tamara too. Laura had lusted after her from afar for weeks but not dared to pursue her, already having her hands full with Deshona and the others.

And then, drifting out the French windows onto the lawn as if to avoid possibly painful encounters with the people inside, Laura ran into Chanitra, Yvette's sister. For a moment, Laura found herself thinking it was the tennis star Venus Williams. She had spent so many Saturday and Sunday mornings in front of her TV, watching Venus's beautiful, powerful young body in action, hungering desperately to fuck her over and over, that the sight of the tight beaded braids and glossy black arms nearly bowled her over.

Chanitra wore-and had always worn-her hair in the same style. But though Venus didn't have an especially appealing face, Chanitra's was gorgeous, and more so now than ever. Let's see, she must be nineteen, Laura thought, counting the years in her mind. God, she just keeps getting more beautiful. When is she going to stop?

"Laura!" Chanitra grinned, turning away from a couple of men who were apparently hypnotized by her fresh beauty and sex appeal. "'Scuse me, fellas," she said to them, taking Laura's arm and pulling her off toward a shadowy area of the patio.

"Laura, you look so good," Chanitra said, admiring Laura from top to bottom, which gave Laura a rush.

They had experienced some pretty hot moments together. The last time, over a year ago, she and Karen had fucked Chanitra (and themselves) mercilessly with two double dildoes until the three of them had nearly incinerated Laura's bed on the spot. It was a stirring memory, and she could see from the glint in Chanitra's eyes that she still remembered it too.

They talked for several minutes alone, feeling the sexual energy that had always flowed between them, clearly wondering how they had remained apart for over a year. But it was no mystery to Laura since she could see the way the guys devoured Chanitra with their eyes. They were interrupted by Yvette herself.

"Laura... how great to see you!" Yvette bubbled, taking Laura's hand and turning her physically away from Chanitra. "Gosh, it's so good to see you. Where've you been?"

"At work every day," Laura said, sarcastically.

"Oh, I guess I've been flying off so frequently to New York or Chicago that I just haven't had the time to stop by and visit."

"I guess that's what goes with success," Laura said flatly.

"We've got to talk." She drew Laura away from Chanitra. "Chan, you don't mind if I talk to Laura privately for a moment, do you?"

"I gotta go find Cynthia anyway," Chanitra said. "My friend Cynthia is here with me," she explained to Laura. "We're headed for another party."

Yvette drew Laura further into the shadows. "If Arthur sees us together, he'll kill us both," Laura warned her.

Yvette's face froze in fear. Rarely had Laura seen that expression. "I know. Just a second. I know what you think of me and... this promotion."

"I'm very happy for you," Laura said with deadly irony.

"But I miss you. I need you. We haven't been together in... months. It's just not the same with Rhonda."

"Why, I think she rewards your loyalty very well."

"Look, call me, okay?" Her dark eyes suddenly throbbed with hot, unmistakable meaning. "Remember that 'lunch' we had in the hotel across the street from the office?"

"I can never forget it," Laura said truthfully.

Yvette squeezed her hand, imploring her. "Call me. Please call me, Laura."

They both looked around nervously, as if Arthur could overhear them. "I will," Laura said, almost inaudibly.

She watched as Yvette walked away from her. The blue dress was cut low in the back, and Laura could feel a hot, excited tingle deep in her pussy as she looked at the fantastic, smooth, black skin of Yvette's half-naked back, which she had kissed and caressed so many times.

Upstairs, looking for a non-occupied bathroom, she ran into Chanitra again. Literally. It was semi-dark, and Chanitra came around a corner carrying her coat.

"Not leaving, I hope," Laura said. "God, you have turned into a rare beauty, darling."

Now the old Chanitra Laura knew came back. She crinkled her nose and smiled. "You flirting, you nasty thing you?"

Laura took her hand and pulled her into an empty bedroom. She had slept with Rhonda and knew the house well enough. She closed the door behind them. It was very dark. Her lips found Chanitra's quickly, and they kissed hungrily, drinking each other, more passionately than even Laura had expected.

Chanitra wore a midriff blouse, showing off her delectable smooth black tummy and lower back, and Laura's hands roamed all over the warm flesh. She raised them to Chanitra's small, hard breasts, squeezing them through the bra cups. Chanitra broke off the kiss, panting.

"You better stop that before we get carried away," she whispered.

"I'd like to carry you away," Laura panted back, biting her earlobe.

"Ouch! God... Laura, I wish we could do it."

Laura pulled her over to the small day-bed by the window and drew her down onto it. Without speaking, she pulled up the midriff blouse and also pulled Chanitra's bra cups up from the bottom, exposing both beautiful jutting young breasts. Chanitra's protruding black nipples gleamed in the moonlight that poured through the window.

Laura began squeezing and sucking and pinching Chanitra's naked breasts passionately, and Chanitra succumbed completely to the sexual assault. She began moaning softly, watching Laura's mouth on her sensitive nipples, throwing her head back as Laura sucked her harder.

"Ohhhnnnn!"

"Don't make too much noise," Laura cautioned.

"Can't help it."

"I want your pussy."

Chanitra giggled softly between moans. "Everybody wants my pussy."

"Not as much as I want it," Laura said, her fingers scrabbling at Chanitra's jeans, trying to find the zipper.

"Here, I'll help you," Chanitra said calmly, reaching down and unzipping them slowly while her eyes lingered on Laura's.

"Better not take them all the way off," Laura said. "We have to hurry."

Chanitra pulled her jeans down below her knees so that she could open her sleek thighs wider. "How's this?"

Laura had rarely seen a more entrancing, seductive sight in her life. Fully clothed, Chanitra was wildly desirable, the white beads in her braids glimmering, her glossy, smooth, perfect skin glowing in the moonlight. But now, with her midriff blouse and bra scrunched up around her neck, revealing her exquisite breasts, her nipples stiff and wet with Laura's saliva, her jeans pushed down around her calves, her white bikini panties still on, she was enough to kill for.

Laura was overflowing with lust. "Honey, how could we have stayed apart so long?" she asked rhetorically, as Chanitra busily opened her, Laura's, shirt and unfastened her bra cups. "Oh!" Laura cried out softly as she felt the girl's wet, sensual lips closing over one of her nipples.

From this moment on they went after one another like two wild animals. Laura had not had such hot sex since her catfight with Randi. She quickly unzipped her slacks and pulled them down. They kissed, pushing their naked breasts together, hands descending. Laura pulled down Chanitra's flimsy bikini panties and slipped two fingers up into the girl's sopping-wet slit, opening her fingers enough to lodge Chanitra's hard little clit between them, then rubbing it hard.

"Ungghh!" Chanitra gasped, overcome.

She had her hand in Laura's crotch too, and even though she was wildly aroused by the quick, hot fucking Laura was giving her pussy, she too managed to get two fingers into Laura's flooding cunt. She began to fuck Laura's just as heatedly, both of them gasping and whimpering uncontrollably. In the middle of this frantic fucking, they slipped off the day-bed onto the floor, squirming and groping, kissing and sucking.

"Ohhhhh... baby, oh baby!" Laura panted, crushing Chanitra's half-clothed, beautiful firm young body to hers, pumping her hand hard into the girl's hot wet furrow.

"Laura... oh god, Laura! Ungghh!"

"Come on, baby, come on! Come with me... now now!"

"Anngghh! Oh... oh shit oh yes oh yes Laura unghh! Ungghh!"

"Oh baby... unhmmngghhmmeee!" Laura screamed, pushing her face hard into Chanitra's gleaming round shoulder as a hot uprush of coming engulfed her.

They both came at the same instant. It was a thrashing, groaning, tumultuous shared orgasm on the floor. Laura couldn't believe how hard she came, a sensation like rockets of fire squirting up into her pussy as she and Chanitra kissed in a fierce frenzy and whimpered through successive shocks of jolting pleasure.

It was over as quickly as it had started. They pulled apart, dazed, their clothes disheveled and open, their eyes still glazed over from the sudden finish, the excruciating, intense pleasure. Chanitra caressed Laura's cheek with one finger, a tender gesture unlike anything she had ever done before.

"Shit, Laura, I forgot you really know how to fuck," she said softly, as if in awe of what they had just done. "Just threw me on the floor and raped me."

Laura smiled. "I don't really think it happened that way."

"Well... I sort of helped, I guess."

"I guess you did."

They helped one another to their feet, rearranged their clothes, and then inspected each other to make sure they were presentable. Chanitra crinkled her enchanting nose at Laura, smiling like a pixie.

"We gotta do this again."

We sure do, Laura thought. I didn't even get my hands on this gorgeous, hall-of-fame ass. She looked at Chanitra's magnificent bottom with renewed lust. "Let's go to my place."

"I can't. Got Cynthia with me. We're going to a party. Tell you what, I'll call you."

"They all say that," Laura pouted.

"I will!"

Laura got to meet Cynthia downstairs as she and Chanitra were leaving. Also nineteen, she was also ravishing. She was thinner, less well-built than Chanitra but with a lovely face and dangerous eyes, her complexion deep brown-red. She was what some blacks called a 'redbone' and had an enchanting deep bronze glow to her smooth skin. Her expression was very bold and inquiring. Laura wondered what she might know about her relationship with Chanitra.

Laura saw them off, then circulated slowly through the crowd, trying to figure out a good excuse to leave. Again she ran into Yvette, in the kitchen.

"Meet me upstairs for a minute," Yvette whispered.