Chapter 235

Randi had taken down her braids, as she did from time to time, and the impact on Laura was immediate. Grabbing a quick coffee to-go in the lunch room, she saw Randi making herself a sandwich at the sandwich bar. The girl had the kind of face that made a hot little flutter pulse deep inside Laura's pussy if she even passed a similar looking girl on the street. It was the same face, no matter what hair style, and yet Randi seemed like two different women, with braids and without.

She did not see Laura watching her, and Laura lurked in the shadows by the huge coffee urns, her heart pinched with love and her blood warming from fierce desire. Since spending the night with Shayla, Laura had 'played tennis' (their euphemism for fucking) with Ada a couple more times and spent a thrilling evening with Tiffany, who she had thought might never go to bed with her again after being tied up and fucked in the ass when she had dared Laura to 'take it.' But as excited as she got with both of them, Laura could not ignore the throbbing, agonizing, long love affair she had had with Randi. And seeing her with her hair in a normal cloud of black waves framing her exquisite face, seeing her long, shapely body, remembering how she had spanked her naked bottom until they both dissolved into a hot frenzy of fucking last time, made Laura quiver inwardly and bite her lower lip, feeling her eyes water. I want her. I can't live without her.

Just then, Randi looked up and saw her staring. Laura smiled uncomfortably and turned to go, but not before she saw a glimmer of embarrassment in Randi's dark, glistening eyes too, accompanied by a tight smile.

She went back to her office. After all, she had enough on her mind without that too. New tenants had finally moved into the apartment upstairs from her, the one vacated by Kendra and Jane. An older black professional couple named Gibson had taken the place. She had seen them only once but also had seen their name on the mailbox.

They appeared to be in their fifties, very conservatively dressed. One of her neighbors had told her casually that the man was a judge, and the woman a college professor. They never made a sound, and usually came in late. But Laura was completely in a stew, wondering how she could continue her private sexual life when she knew from experience that they could overhear anything above a loud moan. Some of the delicious girls she loved to fuck screamed like they were being murdered when they came.

Her turbulent reflections on all this were interrupted by the phone. It was Randi.

"Look... Laura, we've got to talk. I can't stand it."

"You look gorgeous with your hair down," Laura whispered.

"You just want to fuck me," Randi whispered into the phone. "You're like all the rest."

Laura blushed hotly, even though nobody was in her office but herself. "I... I do not," she stammered. "I love you."

Randi paused. Laura could hear her breathing. "You don't want to fuck me?"

"God, yes, I do!"

"I can't stand it. It's almost eleven thirty. We could go somewhere for lunch."

"I just saw you making a sandwich."

"I'm not talking about that kind of lunch."

"I have a meeting at one o'clock."

"So do I," Randi sighed, disappointed. "What about after that? We get sick. We leave and go to your place."

"Why my place?"

"You know. You have the... stuff. I'm afraid I've been a bad girl, Laura. Again."

Now Laura's sexual desire, already at a fever pitch, went into high gear. She could feel the pulse thundering in her throat, and feel the nectars flowing in her pussy.

"Look, we're always getting sick and leaving early... so we can... you know. It's starting to look bad."

"Okay, okay. How about after work?"

"Leave early," Laura said. "Four-thirty."

"Four fifteen."

"Yes. I'll meet you there. Don't drive too fast."

Before Randi hung up, she whispered into the phone again. "I've been bad, Laura. I think I need a little-"

"Don't say it," Laura gulped, hanging up the phone and taking a couple of deep breaths.

She had completely forgotten about the Gibsons. Oh god. Maybe they won't be home until later. They don't usually get there until around seven, I think. I'll have to ask Randi to keep it down. God, I hate this! I want to make her pant and beg and scream when she comes.

She tried to put these constraints out of her mind but knew they would have to be faced eventually. Randi was waiting for her, seated in her red Eclipse, when Laura arrived home at quarter to five. She looked utterly ravishing, turning the heads of all the men who passed on the street, and Laura again felt the heart-pinching lust she had felt in the lunch room. It was hard for her to believe she had actually gone through an affair lasting over a year with this stunning woman, and that they had both allowed it to semi-disintegrate over the past few months. How could I live without her? Laura wondered.

Worse, she had seen Randi sitting in this car before, but now she looked like an entirely different woman, her head movements somehow different without the swishing, swirling braids dangling to her shoulders. She was impossibly fetching. Laura could feel the catch in her throat she had felt the first time she saw her. Randi gave Laura a smoldering glance as Laura walked up to her.

"Took you long enough."

"I saw you leaving the building with a very attractive young guy the other evening," Laura said, glowering down at her, also wondering why she had chosen this moment to bring it up, as Randi was clearly wondering too. "He was wearing an expensive suit and had on maroon suspenders."

"Nate," Randi smiled, getting out of her car and setting the car alarm with a small hand-held device, enjoying Laura's eyes all over her body and her long legs. "Nate Rogers. He's in legal. A legal eagle."

"He sure had his eagle eye all over you."

Randi smiled back over her shoulder. "You mean like you do now?"

They walked toward Laura's apartment building. Randi was dressed-conservatively, for her-in a cream-colored business suit accented by large green buttons. She had on nail polish and lipstick to match the buttons, which looked okay on her nails but not on her lips, full, sensual lips, lips Laura wanted to devour, now somehow looking half-repulsive from the greenish slime Randi had smeared on them to match her outfit.

"I'm surprised he likes to kiss you when you have that shit all over your lips," Laura said to her.

"Oh, he does a lot more than kiss them," Randi said in a half-audible voice, looking up and down the sidewalk, wondering how nasty she could be. "In fact, he stuck his big black dick right between them. Just last night too. And he has a real big one."

Laura felt herself blushing and took deep, measured breaths, not wanting Randi to see her upset. "So... something happen between you and the blonde witch?"

"Rhonda?

"You know two of them?"

Randi scowled, clearly depressed at the thought. "She got an unexpected call from the bimbo she used to go with, the one that was the Playmate. The skinny fake Neegro with the red hair."

Ah, Stevie Archer! Laura thought. That dangerous, wonderful creature. Did Rhonda give Stevie a second chance? And kick Randi out of her bed in the process? What a cruel blow. Randi was every bit as lovely as Stevie, but these old attachments died hard. Look at Deshona and her husband. Or Rob returning to Camille. Love conquers all, Laura thought. Even unbelievably hot fucking.

"You met her?" Laura asked. "The bimbo, I mean?"

Randi shook her head as they entered the foyer of Laura's building. "I saw her picture. Rhonda had it up like a kind of fucking shrine in a room in her house where she thought I wouldn't go. I left."

"Did she cry?" Laura tried to suppress her glee.

"Of course. Let's not talk about her."

They got into the elevator. "Let's not talk about Nate's big black dick either, okay?" Laura suggested, allaying her bitterness with a half-smile.

Randi nodded grimly. Both knew they rarely kept these agreements. They loved each other and yet couldn't refrain from hurting each other. Laura unlocked the door to her apartment and they went inside.

"We have to be careful. I have new neighbors. I haven't even met them yet, but they're older, conservative. I don't think they'd be happy about lesbian orgies going on down here."

Randi batted her long eyelashes. "I declare, Miss Laura. Did you get me over here with the intent of having a 'lesbian orgy'? Is that how you put it? What you gon' do, spank me and fuck my black pussy?"

Randi was alluding to their last time together, when Laura had spanked her 'harder than my Mama ever did'. The mere joking mention of it made electricity flash between their eyes. Laura double-locked the door. Randi pursed her green lips.

"Good god, I really do think you mean to rape and despoil me. Help."

Laura laughed. "Nothing can help you now."

Randi posed and pouted. "If you aren't nice, I won't let you see my tattoo."

Laura grimaced. "Tell me you're kidding."

Randi shook her head, always delighted to shock.

"You would mar that exquisite body of yours with a tattoo?"

"Don't be such a sourpuss. Maybe I had 'Laura' wreathed in red roses put on my booty."

"I doubt it," Laura said, sourly. "Well, let me see it."

Randi gave her a sexy, ambiguous smile. She shook her head. "First I have a confession to make." She looked down, twisting her fingers. "I didn't keep my part of the deal. I guess you figured that out. I went to bed with Rhonda again."

Last time, Laura had agreed not to see Deshona if Randi agreed not to see Rhonda. Both had known they would not keep the bargain. The forces working against it were too strong. For Randi, Rhonda was her surest way to twist the knife in Laura's heart. Anyway, Rhonda was attractive, powerful in the company, and probably treated Randi like a princess, that is until Stevie re-entered her life. Laura was so in thrall to Deshona that nothing could stop her from fucking the woman if she got the chance, which Deshona had given her by showing up drunk and wildly sexy in the middle of the night, after a fight with her ex-husband.

"Well, aren't you a deceitful little cunt," she said calmly to Randi, deciding to take the high ground-even though she was not entitled to it-since Randi wanted to act this out.

"You didn't do it again with the dwarf?" Randi asked, skeptically, referring to Deshona with a raised eyebrow.

Somehow this raised eyebrow, together with her smooth, high forehead now framed by her billows of black hair instead of her braids, made her piercingly enchanting to Laura, as if she were a shockingly beautiful girl that Laura had never seen before this very minute. She wanted to kiss her and ravish her on the spot. Then her attention was drawn again to the green lips.

"Of course I didn't. A deal is a deal."

Laura gritted her teeth to suppress a rising blush, then turned away abruptly, stalking over to the drapes and pulling them shut.

"I don't know whether I believe you," Randi said softly. "But I told you I'd been a bad girl. I think maybe you're going to have to spank me again."

These words were almost enough to light a flame inside Laura's already wet pussy. She gestured to Randi with her head, indicating the bathroom.

"Come in here with me and let me wipe that horrible green slime off your mouth so I can kiss you and then see your tattoo," she murmured, a gentle invitation.

Randi flirted. "You just want to fuck me because I look like an entirely new girl to you without my braids. It's like I'm a twin, right? I'm her sister. You can get off on that, right?"

Laura dragged her into the bathroom by one arm and forcibly wiped away the disgusting lipstick with a wet washcloth. "I get off on you period," she breathed, crushing Randi's lips under her own, kissing her right there, pushing her against the wall, forcing her tongue into Randi's mouth.

She unbuttoned the huge green buttons of Randi's suit jacket while ravenously kissing her neck, her cheek, her ears, burying her nose in the clouds of her hair, inhaling the sweet perfume of her scalp, wanting to inhale Randi herself, as hungry as she had ever been for her.

"Whoa, girl, you are a sex fiend. You just like all the others. Rhonda, Rob, Nate, my old boyfriend Curtis. You just be wanting to fuck and fuck me all the time, like I wasn't even a person but just a tight little black pussy you can root around in. Now, cut it out, girl!"

She pulled away playfully.

"I want you," Laura panted, eyes glazed, totally consumed by her sexual hunger.

"You are ruining my expensive suit, girl. Have some manners, okay. I'm going to show you my tattoo now." Her eyes twinkled with droll mischief. "After you see it, you'll be wanting to fuck me from here to the moon and back."

"I already do," Laura confessed.

Randi crooked one long black forefinger and beckoned Laura toward the bedroom, backing out the bathroom door, leading Laura down the hall. God, I would do anything for this girl, wouldn't I? Laura thought. Anything to get her into bed. I'm such a slave to her delicious beauty. How could I ever have let her get away?

For some reason, Laura had abandoned of late her reflex practice of closing the bedroom door behind her and her lover, even though there was certainly no one else in the apartment. But now, she closed it, quietly and firmly. Somehow it made her feel more secure.

"Why'd you do that?" Randi asked, amused, perhaps remembering when Laura had done it in the past.

Now Laura cocked an eyebrow. "So no one can hear your screams."

Randi didn't reply but smirked sexily, slowly peeling off her clothes while Laura watched. Actually, Laura wanted to start taking off her own clothes, so eager was she to pull the girl down on her bed, but she felt that it was disrespectful to Randi's little seductive, theatrical display. A tattoo! What had possessed this gorgeous creature to ruin her phenomenally soft and silky dark skin with a filthy insignia of some kind?

And watching more and more of that delicious dark skin come slowly into view as Randi shed her clothes was an acutely pleasurable experience. Randi knew how Laura was suffering and percolating with sexual need as she carefully and very slowly removed her blouse, then her skirt, kicking off her shoes. For once, Laura marveled, she was not wearing red underwear. It was black and lacy, wildly alluring, the bra dipping low, the panties wispy and embossed with black roses.

Randi smiled at her as she reached behind her back to unfasten the bra, knowing how Laura loved to watch her do it. Laura thought this was one of the sexiest things in life, watching a beautiful woman take off her bra, and had told Randi so in the past. Now Randi played a brief peekaboo for Laura with her splendid breasts, finally dropping the bra cups so that Laura could drink in the sight of her naked globes, and her large, swelling black nipples.

"Looks like you missed these," she said in a low, smoky voice.

Laura nodded, nearly speechless with lust. She could not take her eyes off them, though she had love-mauled them on countless occasions. She found herself being grateful that at least the horrible tattoo had not disfigured these peerless beauties.

"I did," she swallowed. "Would you hurry with the tattoo? I'm getting pretty horny."

Randi's face dipped, and she looked at Laura with mock seriousness from under her heavy eyelids. "You always horny, Miss Laura. You hornier than any guy I ever knew."

Smiling coquettishly, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and began inching them down her firm, gleaming thighs. At first Laura's eyes were on the thighs, but then they quickly drifted to the skin of Randi's flat belly and saw a dark black-blue filigreed image emerging as the panties slipped lower. It was a stylized version of an ankh, more decorative than usual but perfectly proportioned and well-placed between the upper fringe of Randi's pubic hair and her marvelous sunken navel.

She paused as Laura scrutinized it. "It's an ankh," she said.

"I know."

"Do you know what an ankh is?"

Still staring at it, Laura shook her head slowly. She couldn't keep her eyes from drifting down further. Randi had a huge clit, the biggest Laura had ever seen, a whitish bulb as big as a fat grape, and she could see it glimmering below the shiny jet-black curls of Randi's thatch.

"It's an ancient Egyptian symbol for eternal life," Randi whispered, now looking down at the tattoo also, rubbing it gingerly with one fingertip. "They used to bury the pharaohs with them so they'd live forever. Did you know Egypt was really a black country? They were really black, you know. Egypt, after all, is in Africa."

"So I've heard," Laura said, half in a daze, pulsing and seething with sexual need for this stunning girl. "Can I kiss it?"

Randi giggled, unaccountably nervous and surprised. "Well... I guess you can. I thought you wanted to spank me."

"No," Laura looked up into her eyes. "You were the one who wanted that."

Randi's black eyes clouded over in a quick hot haze of lust too, which Laura recognized. "I still do," she said softly. "I've been bad." Then she grinned. "Also, last time you did it, I came harder than I ever have."

Now Laura was removing her own clothes as fast as she could without ripping them. "No, you came harder than that when I fist-raped you down at that rich person's house. When we were fighting."

Randi bit her full lower lip. "God, you're right. But what about your new neighbors? They'll hear."

"Not if I can help it," Laura breathed, finally naked, stretching out on the bed and pulling Randi down onto it with her.

They kissed, a long, slow, deeply soulful kiss, the kind of kiss they had shared in the first days of their intimacy, before any jealousies or anger had arisen. Laura stroked Randi's naked body with her fingertips, loving it totally, enjoying every soft curve and smooth expanse, feeling Randi do the same to her, as if they were exploring each other's warm flesh for the first time. Laura kissed her smooth black neck, her sculptured throat, her perfectly straight clavicles.

"You could have made a lot of money as a model," she whispered softly, kissing the smooth shallows under Randi's collarbones. "So tall... and having these perfect bones."

"Only room for a couple of black models," Randi panted. "Tyra Green Eyes, and Naomi, they got it sewed up, I think."

"They have nothing on you. I've seen those pictures of Naomi in Playboy, and she doesn't have these big, soft, gorgeous nipples like you've got. Can I kiss them?"

"You better do more than kiss them," Randi stared at her. "Aren't you going to spank me? God, Laura, I've been looking forward to it all afternoon."

Laura winked at her. In an instant, she was off the bed and into the closet, fishing at the bottom of the dirty clothes basket where she hid things, and coming up with the handcuffs and the ball gag. She hid them behind her back as she returned to the bed.

"Turn over onto your stomach, you bad thing," she said playfully to Randi.

"Now, don't make a joke out of it," Randi said, seriously. "You know, I have been bad. Very bad. Want me to tell you how bad I've been, so you can really make me pay for it?"

Slowly, she turned over on to her stomach as Laura had directed, smiling slyly.

"I let her fuck me," she whispered, her words goading and daring Laura. "She fucked me all night, last Friday. I begged her to fuck me, just so I could tell you and make you jealous. She ate my pussy and stuck her finger up my ass, and Laura, I came about twelve times. It even made Rhonda jealous. She never comes more than two or three times. Too frigid and constipated with her hot shit white girl power trip, I guess. But it didn't stop me. God, I came so much, it almost reminded me of being with you. And then, last night I let Nate fuck me in the ass. He's been dying to, of course. And I let him. Wow, he has a big one. It hurt a little, you know? But then... dyNOmite! Umm. Come? I died... just died."

Laura cracked a sinister smile. "Did you clean it out good afterward?"

Randi frowned, puzzled, apparently wondering why Laura would want to know. "Of course. I took a long bath."

Laura's smile became even more menacing. "Oh, good." She brought out the handcuffs from behind her back, dangling them in front of Randi's face. "Now be a good girl... for a change... and put your wrists up here by the bed post."

Randi seemed to blanch, her marvelous black skin turning briefly ashen in disbelief. "I thought you were going to tie me up."

Laura smiled tightly, swinging the handcuffs like a pendulum. "Quicker."

Not giving Randi a chance to protest, she pushed her down, straddling her back and closing one cuff over one of Randi's wrists before she could struggle free.

"I don't know whether I want this!" her voice rose in panic, as Laura quickly looped the chain around the post and handcuffed her other hand.

"Too late," Laura breathed into her ear. "You shouldn't have been such a bad girl."

"I don't want to be handcuffed, Laura. It scares me."

"Then this ought to make your day complete," Laura said, producing the ball gag, a shiny red ball attached to a double-strapped harness.

This time she did struggle a little, but Laura easily got the ball into her mouth and fastened the harness buckle behind her head. Now Randi was gagged and handcuffed to the bed post, her long naked back and curvy bottom and spectacular long legs stretched out across Laura's bed, her eyes streaked with fear. She made soft, pathetic, whimpering noises into the gag.

Laura contemplated her lovely body, wondering if she did not like this even more than the rope. With the rope, you got stressed and bulging flesh, swollen breasts and nipples, straining muscles, unnatural contortions. With only the handcuffs, Randi's body was still visible in all its stunning perfection and smooth, dark beauty, but it was not grotesquely distorted or mangled by the tight strands of hemp.