Chapter 213

As she drove down to Burlingame later that afternoon to spend the rest of the weekend with Deshona, Laura wondered if she were slipping. Am I getting older? she thought. She and Brenda, while fucking with fierce, incendiary enthusiasm, had only had three climaxes each. And even though Laura could still feel the after effects, especially the gentle throbbing that was left over from being fist-fucked, she knew that in the past she had had twenty or more orgasms on similar occasions.

I'm twenty-nine, she thought. Am I slowing down?

But her fears were laid to rest by the next twenty-four hours. Deshona, who had been curiously aloof, cold, remote, and reserved, even demure, when Laura had first known her, was, now that they were lovers (and true-love lovers, at that), an almost insatiable fuck-slut. They locked the dog in the other portion of Deshona's large house and then fucked each other senseless for the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday.

By the time Laura returned home late Sunday afternoon, she was pooped and ready for an early bedtime. But when she got out of her car, she found Mavis standing by the lobby door to her building, outside behind a tall bush.

"You finally decided to come home, eh?" Mavis said, her dark, devastating eyes flashing with mischief. "Shit, I been waiting for you forever."

"Mavis!"

Laura's heart actually took a small leap. Mavis was wearing a big, loose, white sweater, too big for her, with the collar rolled up around her neck and the sleeves drooping past her hands. But she looked shockingly lovely, and Laura's heart was pinched by how much she had missed her.

"God, are you a sight for sore eyes," she said.

"Bet you say that to all the girls. You got a neighbor in here named Jane? You know her?"

Uh oh, Laura thought.

"Kinda good-looking in a nasty-ass sort of way? A sister? She's about my age?"

"Yes... I know her... mother," Laura added. "And her."

"She came by here on her way in the door and axed me if I was waiting for you. I don't know how she got that idea. Then she starts going crazy, saying things like 'I'll come and find you and hurt you bad if you let Laura stick her tongue up that little nigger pussy of yours.' She sort of made me shiver, you know? What call she got to be talking to me that way?"

Laura took her arm and steered her toward the door. "Jane is a little... unbalanced," she lied evenly. "She's in therapy. You know, shrinksville? She sometimes has delusions, poor thing. I've been dying to see you, why don't you ever call me?"

Laura opened the door and ushered Mavis into the foyer. She thought that the weekend with Deshona, and the hot prelude with Brenda, Mavis's own sister, had satisfied whatever sexual cravings she might have for days, but the sweet smell of Mavis's hair and body immediately gave rise to a hot tingle deep inside her pussy.

"You can stay, can't you?" she asked anxiously.

Mavis beamed. "My mama got a new boyfriend, and they went to a church revival together. What time you got?"

Laura looked at her watch. "Five twenty-three."

"She ain't gon' be home until nine, at least."

Laura hurried Mavis to the elevator, afraid they would run into Jane again. Damn, she thought, I can't even have a normal sex life without her sticking her nosy face into it. She tried hard to ignore the irony of 'normal' since she was about to fuck an adolescent high-school girl after yesterday having fist-fucked that girl's sister.

Inside the apartment, Mavis pointed to Laura's overnight bag. "You sleep over with some dude... or some other girl?"

She was suspicious, edgy. Laura, who always felt guilty about something, tried to disguise her uneasiness at the question. Why yes, a friend of mine in Burlingame and I just about fucked each other to death this weekend. We only stopped an hour or so ago. Before that I fisted your beautiful sister into an orgasm so strong I thought she was going to perish right there in her bed with my hand up her lovely pussy. Laura realized she could hardly say any of these things. But she tried not to be too evasive.

"Work, you know. Work work work."

Mavis didn't know whether or not to believe Laura, clearly, but she nodded as if she knew it was not her place to press it. Laura felt another heart pang. Oh god, she cares enough about me to be jealous! She remembered suddenly how Brenda said she thought Mavis was in love with Laura.

And now Mavis was obviously feeling vaguely hurt but unable to express it since she had, as she thought, only a marginal claim on Laura's affections. Laura locked the door securely and went over to her. She cradled Mavis's marvelous face in both hands, looking deep into the girl's magnetic eyes, so full of mysterious knowledge and sexual turbulence and promise. Those eyes, she thought. Not only is Mavis beautiful, but those wild eyes...

"Look, you gorgeous girl," she said softly, seriously. "You've been staying away from me, and I can't stand it. I love you."

She said it plainly, honestly, wanting Mavis to believe it.

"I had a pimple," Mavis said, her voice barely audible. "Two pimples. I couldn't let you see me like that. I love you too, Laura."

Laura's heart nearly burst. She clutched Mavis's slender, lanky body to her, hugging her hard, feeling an instant leap of her own sexual temperature as her fingers felt Mavis's supple body through her sweater, and her nose filled again with the girl's fresh, delightful fragrance, completely natural since Mavis wore no perfume.

She tried to hide from herself the fact that she and Deshona had been groaning and panting their deep love for one another all weekend, while in the grip of some truly thrilling, acutely pleasurable orgasms. But it was okay to be in love with Mavis too, Laura told herself. She was, and it didn't matter. How could she not love this wonderful young girl?

By now she was kissing Mavis's smooth black neck, and under her ear, and her perfect throat, the smooth skin beneath her chin. "I love you and I want you," she breathed.

"Me too," Mavis panted back.

"It's been weeks."

"I know. I had to make myself come in the bath once."

"Oh Mavis."

Laura got her hands under the huge, bulky sweater. She ran them all over Mavis's marvelous, smooth, warm skin, digging her fingers into Mavis's back. Mavis was kissing her back now, almost as eager as Laura was. She kissed Laura's face, her jaw, her cheek, her mouth hungrily, sliding her tongue in deep.

Laura got Mavis's bra loose under her sweater and moved her hands around to the front, slipping them under the loose cups and squeezing Mavis's small breasts, feeling her hard, rivet-like nipples pushing against her palms. She pinched them lightly between her thumbs and forefingers.

"I've missed these," she murmured into Mavis's black, gleaming ear. "I want to suck these."

"Can we go in there?" Mavis asked, indicating Laura's bedroom with a tilt of her head.

Laura kissed her neck, squeezing her small breasts again. "Mmmmm, I might rape you if we go in there."

Mavis giggled little-girlishly. "What you think I came over here for?"

Laura drew her into the bedroom and shut the door behind them. Then she pulled the bulky sweater up over Mavis's head. The thin cotton bra she wore came with it. Laura threw them in a heap on the chair across from the bed.

Quickly, Laura removed her own sweatshirt and bra, watching Mavis's eyes on her body, unable to take her own off Mavis's gleaming black shoulders and small, delectable breasts.

"Take off your pants," she murmured to the girl, quickly shedding her own.

Now they were both in their panties only. Laura, recalling what Brenda had told her, focused her eyes on the smooth skin between Mavis's small breasts, where apparently one of the pimples had been. It was a pristine and flawless as ever now. She took Mavis in her arms, standing next to the bed.

They kissed slowly, very romantically, caressing one another's naked back, pressing their naked breasts together. Mavis's thick, jutting nipples were so hard that Laura could feel them drilling into her own. They each luxuriated in the most exquisite, minute sensations of their nipples mashing together as their tongues coiled and danced inside each other's mouth.

By the time they broke off the kiss, both were trembling and panting softly.

"Gosh, I forgot how beautiful you are," Laura breathed on Mavis's smooth black neck.

Mavis grabbed Laura's face in both hands and kissed her again, a searing, devouring kiss. "That's why I had to stay away," she confessed, talking into Laura's teeth, then slipping her tongue past them again, into Laura's mouth. "You think I'm so beautiful and all. I had to be beautiful for you."

"You marvelous creature," Laura purred, sucking on her beautiful neck, then on the firm strip of muscle that ran from her neck to her gleaming shoulder. "I am going to eat you alive."

"Look how hard my nipples are," Mavis said, wonderingly, looking down at them as she and Laura slipped out of their panties and lay down on the bed.

"They're always hard," Laura said, scissoring them with her fingers.

"I know, but not this hard. When you kiss me they get really hard."

"Mmmm, they get even harder when I suck them," Laura kissed her ear. "Want me to do it?"

Mavis's beautiful, exotic, mysteriously sexual eyes were swimming with lust. "Sure do."

As usual, the contrast thrilled Laura. Not so much the contrast of their skins-Mavis was very dark, and her glossy skin against Laura's slender, pale fingers was thrilling in its own way-as the fact that Laura had been fucking heatedly with Brenda and Deshona before this, both of whom had large, round, very firm breasts. Laura loved them and had spent the weekend licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, and squeezing them rapturously.

But Mavis's adolescent breasts were among the smallest she had ever had in her hands, or her mouth. Unlike Charise or Jane-both her age, both already sporting grown woman's breasts-Mavis had small beauties, and maybe, Laura thought, they would never grow any bigger than this. But there was quite enough to enthrall her.

She could remember indelibly the day Mavis had picked her up in Walgreen's, then pulled up her sweater right here in Laura's living room, offering Laura her body without warning. She had said something like, 'Guess you want to see what you're getting first.' Then she had let Laura kiss her and remove her bra, and the rest was history.

Just remembering it made Laura so wet that she swore she could feel cunt juices oozing and trickling down her inner thigh. Going to bed with a lot of other women in the mean time had made her forget how exquisitely beautiful this girl was, definitely in the top tier, her mysterious, sex-swimming, beckoning, fuck-me eyes a total miracle. Still scissoring one of Mavis's long, thick, black nipples in the fingers of one hand, she lowered her mouth to the other beauty, licking the small, swelling areola, then curling her tongue around the protruding, stiff center, the jutting black bullet that sprang up almost an inch.

She heard a sharp intake of breath from Mavis. "Oh!" Mavis breathed as Laura's lips closed over the long bud and took it into her mouth, along with a big chunk of Mavis's small breast.

Laura was in no hurry, and she sucked and toyed with Mavis's big nipple until it was harder than ever, rubbery and wet, standing up even further from its swollen little black tent of an areola. She pinched it in her fingers and lashed it with her tongue. Mavis mewled softly, watching every move.

"I love your big nipples," Laura whispered.

"You... said that before," Mavis panted, beginning to squirm excitedly.

"I meant it, too. I love them. So hard and pointy."

Mavis squinted, kittenish, her devastating eyes deep with promise. "You better do the other one before it gets jealous."

"Mmmm, I know."

With totally concentrated attention, Laura made extravagant love to Mavis's other breast and nipple the same way, still lightly pinching the first, damp, erect one between her thumb and forefinger, twirling it. After thirty seconds of this, Mavis was beside herself with need.

"You killing me," she whimpered. "I need it bad."

"Let me look into your eyes," Laura murmured, scooting up. "I've got to look into your fantastic eyes when you come."

"You better look quick," Mavis panted. "I'm about ready to pop."

Laura kissed her, solemnly, romantically, with great emotion, wanting this to be an unforgettable experience for them both. She dropped her hand to Mavis's groin, brushing Mavis's, who was seeking out Laura's throbbing cunt with her fingers too. Laura smiled.

"Do you think we can come together?"

Mavis nodded. "If you're going to... I'm going to."

"I love you, Mavis."

Even though she had said the same thing repeatedly to Deshona all weekend, Laura didn't feel like she was lying. Mavis's glowing, murky, mysteriously sexual eyes had never looked so electric.

"I love you, Laura," she whispered, eyes rolling up as Laura's fingers found the warm, wet groove of her open pussy and slipped inside.

Laura opened her two fingers to clasp Mavis's clit between them, then let them slide slowly back and forth, in and out of the girl's flowing slit. Mavis almost swooned, but seconds later came back to life enough to get two of her own fingers into Laura's aching cunt.

Their eyes locked, throbbing, pulsing, tied hypnotically together. Mavis's eyes were deep, swirling with dark sexual meanings, electric with wild, knowing sexual messages. Laura felt like the girl's eyes were sucking her down a hot and dangerous black hole into a seething mystery of scorching, pulsating, soulful fucking. How this girl could have such throbbing depths of sexuality when she was only sixteen mesmerized Laura, who held her slender, willowy, writhing body and kissed her passionately while sliding her fingers up and down across Mavis's taut, greasy little clit.