Chapter 253

Laura had been so upset by running into Shontay in the hallway outside the door to her own apartment, from which she and the gorgeous Taneesha had just emerged after hours of the most thrilling sex, that she had completely overlooked the fact that she might also run into Deshona-or worse, Charles, or even Taneesha's mother-while delivering Taneesha back to her aunt's house in Burlingame. But, as Taneesha reassured her, Deshona had not yet returned from her business trip. And, fortunately, Charles's black Corvette was nowhere to be seen.

That left only Taneesha's mother. The mere thought of this made the slut in Laura rise to the surface. After all, Taneesha was gorgeous, Deshona, whose sister Taneesha's mother was, was also gorgeous. Laura had now slept with them both and could still tingle and quiver all over at the mere memory. She must be just beautiful too, Laura thought. How could she not be beautiful?

"Want to come in and meet my mother?" Taneesha asked innocently, as if reading Laura's mind.

"Oh... I don't think I'd better. She might get the wrong idea."

Taneesha smiled sassily, knowingly. "She would never, like, ever believe what we've been doing."

Laura could not contain her curiosity. "What did your Auntie say that day... after I left?" she asked in a low, conspiratorial voice, even though they were both inside the car.

Taneesha's expression turned devilish, mischievous. Then she put on a face of perfect innocence. "I can't remember."

"Of course you can."

"She said... to forget anything I heard or she'd kill me. I don't think she meant it, but she looked like she would."

Laura didn't know why this was sexually exciting, but it was. She knew Deshona would not 'kill' Taneesha. The thought that she herself had exuberantly screwed them both made her shiver, and the thought that one had overheard her screwing the other made it even more exciting.

"Just don't brag about us, okay?" Laura said, hoping she wasn't groveling to this little schemer. "I mean, what we did is between us."

Taneesha got suddenly all starry eyed. "Oh god, I know. Like, I would never tell anybody. I promise."

Laura got two business cards out of her purse. She gave one to Taneesha and made the girl write down her home phone number, for Laura, on the other one. Then Taneesha, popped out of the car and into the house, pausing only momentarily for a brief but significant wave before disappearing inside.

Laura had a lot of time on the drive back to think about Shontay. She could still see the tears slowly sliding down Shontay's cheeks, there in the dim hallway, and the stricken look in her odd, wonderful eyes. Yet she knew Shontay was not in love with her. Or is she? Laura wondered.

Being herself the one who always fell in love too easily, Laura was always a little surprised when the tables were turned. Goodness, don't they know what a little tramp I am? she wondered. Don't they know I can't keep my hands off any of them?

But she had to acknowledge that Shontay had been shocked and devastated to catch her with Taneesha, who looked like anybody's fuck-dream. Shontay seemed to have fairly low self-esteem anyway, especially in the sex department, since she freely admitting having 'given it up' before her affair with Laura and was very self-conscious about being tall and thin. Laura had awakened in her a complex of feelings, physical and emotional, that were fresh, and new, and very intense. The idea that Laura might do the same thing to someone else had apparently never crossed her mind.

That, at least, Laura realized, accounted for the shock on her face. But the deep dismay and sadness she saw in Shontay's marvelous eyes had to be a reflection of a feeling she had for Laura that Laura had not suspected, or at least had ignored. Even remembering it made her feel like an absolute worm. She cares about me more than I ever realized, she thought.

Or should I say 'cared' about me? I'm sure it's all over now. Poor darling, I never meant to hurt her. I would do anything not to hurt her. She is so cold and imperious when I see her at work, but I know how vulnerable she is. This must have cut her to the quick. How do I patch it up? What can I say to her that will make it all right?

When she got home, she discovered that Taneesha had left a message on her voice mail.

"Hiiiiiiii, Laura. I didn't get to say thanks." Taneesha's voice was hushed, conspiratorial. "I hope you can hear me... I have to talk low. Like, I'm in Auntie Deshona's bedroom, using her phone. And like I'm sitting on the bed where you two did it... remember... when you [here was a raucous little laugh, quickly stifled] spanked her? But then, I'm sure you remember that. Like, seriously now, Laura, I wanted to tell you thanks. I never had sex like that in my life. You are one awesome person, I really mean it. I hope you get to Michigan real soon, like. I can't wait. I will never forget this afternoon. I know I didn't get to tell you... it all happened so fast... so I wanted to tell you now. Oh... one last thing. Next time, if you don't spank me like you spanked Auntie D., I will definitely call the New York Times and tell them about what a, like, pervert you are. [Another raucous giggle.] Only kidding. [Now very serious, almost solemn.] No joke, Laura... you really opened me up. I... like, I never came like that before. I can't wait until next time. Really. Okay, bye."

It was a sweet call, and Laura found herself instantly wondering how she could get to Michigan. But then her thoughts returned to Shontay. Oh god, she looked so hurt!

She tried calling her, but Shontay did not answer, if she was there. She too had voice mail, and when it came on, Laura abruptly hung up, too confused about her motives to leave a message. Did she want to apologize? Explain? Reassure Shontay that she still cared about her? What am I going to tell her, it was just a passing infatuation? I have one just like it three or so times a week?

You have done this kind of thing before, Laura. You coax some sweet, vulnerable thing out of her shell, turn her into a hot little hellion of fucking, then show up unexpectedly with some thrilling little coquette to crush her ego for good. You are scum.

She was unable to shake this feeling. At work, she went out of her way to avoid areas of the building where she might run into Shontay. And since she didn't see her once, she figured Shontay was doing the same to avoid her. Meanwhile, as if in penance, she tried to toe the straight and narrow, living a life of chaste indifference to sex for three whole nights, forcing herself not to hanker after April, or Shavon, or Randi, or any of her other thrilling sex partners, and trying to forget that Dawn was attending college each day with other attractive men and women, then sleeping each night next to Robert. After doing god knows what, Laura thought, feeling her stomach curdle.

But she knew Dawn loved her. Small comfort. Evidently Shontay had thought Laura 'loved' her, or something like it. Look what good it did her, Laura thought.

In this mood on Thursday evening after work she ran into Chanitra as she was coming out of the building.

"Hey, girl... I was afraid you weren't never gon' come out of there," Chanitra beamed, rushing over from beside the swinging doors and grabbing Laura's shoulder.

Laura broke into a huge grin. She had not seen Chanitra for months.

"You darling girl. Where have you been all my life?"

"Quick... over here," Chanitra said, pulling Laura over to a corner of the building, into the shadows. "Came here to see you... not that stuck up phony-ass sister of mine. Now she an Executive Director... whatever the fuck that is... she act like she Miss Negro America of the twenty-first motherfucking century. I can do without it. Anyways, she hates you and me being together." She jabbed Laura in the ribs with an elbow. "Wants it all for herself, I think."

Laura grinned. Chanitra, though she spoke ebonics impressively well, was not really a 'hood-rat or homegirl, having come from a lower middle class family along with her sister Yvette and several (Laura did not know how many) brothers. In fact, their father was a crane-operator, a rare and coveted skill, as Yvette had told Laura, and they had grown up comfortably. But it was part of Chanitra's image to talk trash, just as it was to wear her hair in enchanting beaded braids-short, shoulder-length braids, very unlike Randi's long ones, or Taneesha's very long ones, though a lot like those worn by Venus Williams, whom she physically resembled, except that Chanitra was prettier.

It was also part of her style to wear excruciatingly tight pants, and, weather permitting, midriff blouses that showed off, depending on her movements, large smooth areas of her beautiful dark back and stomach. Laura wondered if she didn't have a whole closet full of midriff blouses. Today she was dressed in a bright yellow one, and her jeans looked like they were about ready to split.

"You are a sight for sore eyes," Laura said, taking her all in.

Chanitra squint-smiled at her, a common expression with her but so close to the way Dawn also did it that Laura quailed inwardly at the resemblance. Chanitra was also very black, blacker even than Yvette, and very close to being as black as Dawn was.

"You just like looking at my fantastic booty," she teased Laura. "You and about five hundred other people, mostly men of course, on my way over here."

"I can't deny that I love to look at it," Laura murmured to her, under her breath, hoping there was no one nearby to hear them. "I could look at it for hours."

She had long thought it was the Ass of the Century, one that only a few others-Tiffany's, Jane's, now Dawn's-could even come close to. And now that they were in a new century, it was the Ass of the 21^st Century, still a peerless masterpiece of round, high, firm flesh, shapely beyond belief, an ass that made you believe there was a god after all, and that he (It?) loved young girl's beautiful round bottoms just as much as Laura did.

"You want to do more than look at it," Chanitra said, eyes flashing.

The last time they had been together, both now recalled at the same instant, had been the near-rape in one of Rhonda's spare upstairs bedrooms during the party for Yvette's promotion. Oh god, that was hot! Laura remembered, seeing the sparks glimmering in Chanitra's eyes too as she remembered the same thing.

"To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" Laura asked. "Look, I'm just going to my car. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

Chanitra cocked her head playfully. "How you know I don't have a date? You be thinking since I dropped by to say hello that you can drag me off and do nasty things, right?"

Laura smiled indulgently. "Well... I wouldn't put it exactly that way. I am kind of fond of you, though."

Chanitra crinkled her nose. Then she stuck it high in the air, giving her head a theatrical tilt. "I guess I can think it over for a few minutes while you giving me a ride."

They had almost reached the garage where Laura's car was parked when they ran into Laura's old boyfriend Rob heading into the same garage. He was dressed in an expensive, tailored, navy blue, pinstriped suit and looked pretty sharp. Laura had not seen him for months, and her feelings about him had been ambivalent for even longer than that, but she could not deny that he looked pretty good, and she smiled back at him as he walked up to them, giving Chanitra an appraising glance at the same time, clearly liking what he saw. As who wouldn't, Laura thought.

Though they had shared some fairly stirring sexual experiences, Laura had not slept with him for a long time. Moreover, their last encounter had involved a night spent together in bed with Randi, a moment of bad judgment that had haunted Laura ever since. Randi had long been jealous of Laura's other girlfriends, and she took this opportunity to hurt Laura by beginning a torrid affair with Rob, who obligingly gave her his full attention, since he knew Laura would never focus exclusively, or even heavily, on him.

In effect, she had lost Randi to Rob, and yet it was not the end of the world for Laura, who had grown a little tired of Randi's possessive needs anyway. But the true folly of it became clear when Rob returned to his wife Camille, leaving Randi in the lurch. Laura had spent several scintillating hours in bed with Rob and Camille, too, and with Camille alone, and she felt entangled by now in a soap opera imbroglio of major proportions. She felt sorry for Randi, felt somehow responsible, and they resumed their relationship, though now on a more sporadic, less intense basis. But Rob... irrational though it seemed, she could not forgive him either for leaving Camille in the first place, or for thrusting Randi aside so unceremoniously when Camille beckoned him back.

She herself had long borne a small grudge against him too for joining his brother Eric, long ago, in trying to jam both of their huge hard dicks up into her pussy at the same time. It had been painful and shocking, and she had half-hated him ever since for acting so cavalier about it and not apologizing. Even Eric had apologized, but Rob... never.

And so she was reserved and skeptical now whenever their paths crossed, unwilling to be drawn into any more complications. But Rob was friendly and relaxed. Laura introduced him and Chanitra. Chanitra, all brass and sass with Laura, was now almost demure and faux cultivated with Rob as she gave him her slim, black, shapely hand. Laura would not have been surprised to see her curtsey.

"What a beautiful name," he said, all charm, staring straight into her eyes. "Chan... tell me how to pronounce it again?"

"ChanNEEtrah," she coached.

He actually kissed her hand. Oh, brother! Laura thought. He wants that delicious little black pussy of hers. And how could I blame him.

Laura found that she was wanting it a lot at this moment herself.

She turned in the direction of the parking garage, trying by her body language to coax Chanitra away. He's evil, she tried telepathically to send brain waves to Chanitra. He just wants to fuck you. He only wants your delicious body.

"Say hi to Camille for me," she said off-handedly to Rob, tugging Chanitra's elbow.

"Oh... that's over," Rob said. "Finally. We split. I'm living on my boat, down in the Marina. Say, if you two aren't busy you should come down and we'll take a little spin out on the bay before dinner. Have a couple of drinks."

"Just what we need, to go cruising with a drunk sailor," Laura cracked.

"Ooohhh god, that sounds wonderful!" Chanitra said, looking like she might wet her pants with excitement. "I never been on a boat like that. Out in the bay. Just see them all the time and wonder what it's like."

Laura could feel herself weakening too. Despite her experience with Rob and Randi, she was very tempted to yield. She could remember screwing Chanitra together with Karen, which had been an event that could very well lead off the 'highlights' film of her sexual career, it had been so hot, so perfect. The thought of pressing Chanitra's wonderful young body between her and Rob and fucking the dear thing until she screamed, all of it out there on the bay in Rob's boat, was almost too much to resist.

And, she reasoned, Chanitra was not looking for 'love, ' like Randi had been, but for kicks. Did it make any sense to refuse her?

Chanitra could almost sense that Laura was weakening. "Pleeease, Laura!" she pleaded.

Laura made a face at her. "I don't think we can," she said to Rob. "Chanitra just told me that she has a date."

"No," Chanitra shook her head vigorously. "No, no. I don't. I was just playing with you. I don't have no date." She smiled alluringly at Rob. "Maybe you and I should just go on without Laura. She seem a little reluctant... maybe she tired after a long day."

"Oh, all right," Laura sighed. "Tell me how to get there. And most important, where to park."

Twenty minutes later, she and Chanitra were being lead by Rob onto a locked dock where he moored his boat, which was surrounded by other expensive vessels. Laura realized that Rob, a lawyer, was doing all right. His boat was not the biggest one in the marina, but it was still big, gleaming white, with bright blue tarps and shining spars. The smell of the water was invigorating.

He disappeared below to change, and minutes later he was guiding the boat out of the marina into the open bay. Both Laura and Chanitra were spellbound, standing at the rail near the helm, watching the seagulls and seeing the city's spires recede into the distance.

"God... I never been on a boat before," Chanitra said, in semi-hushed awe.

"You said that already," Laura teased her.

"I know. I can't help it. It makes me all excited. It's so cool." She leaned over and whispered to Laura. "He's a pretty good-looking dude, too. How long you been knowing him? I didn't know you liked dudes, Laura."

"I knew him a long time ago," Laura admitted. "Long before I met enchanting creatures like you."

"You mean before you realized you couldn't live without that hot black pussy?" Chanitra teased back. "You know, they say 'once you go black, you ain't never going back.'"

Laura could feel her temperature beginning to rise, in spite of the sea breezes. If we were alone, I would be all over her by now, she thought. And she knows it.

Glancing back over her shoulder while Chanitra gazed, spellbound, at the miles of water and the other distant ships and boats and massive bridges, Laura saw Rob's eyes on Chanitra's spectacular ass. She knew what he was thinking, or feeling, and he knew she knew. She, after all, and conspired with him to get his ex-wife, Camille, into a situation where he could fuck her in the ass. And he had also done it to Laura. He's dying to shove that big salami of his up her gorgeous rump, Laura thought.

Rob knew a nice little secluded cove on the eastern shore of Angel Island, and in a few minutes they were floating in it, no other boats in sight. He made cocktails all around, and they sat in deck chairs, enjoying the cool breeze, for it was still a warm evening. The drinks made both Laura and Chanitra relaxed and tingly, and when Rob went below briefly to check something, Laura leaned across and brushed her lips against Chanitra's impossibly smooth black cheek.

"I wish we were alone," she murmured.

Chanitra grinned. "Why, don't you think he want to do the same thing you do?" she murmured back.

"He probably does, but I have to warn you. He has a big thing."

"Can't be any bigger than my boyfriend D'Andre's. His is about a foot long. It don't bother me."

"Does he stick it up that beautiful round masterpiece your sitting on?"

"Shit, no. I don't let anybody do that." She crinkled her nose. "Except you and Karen. But I can trust you."

"Trust us to what?"

Rob returned before Chanitra could answer. Laura was still bending close to Chanitra, her lips only inches from Chanitra's cheek, and he raised one eyebrow.

"You girls aren't trying to exclude me, are you?" he said. "I mean, I'm the host. I think I should get to be a part of whatever fun you might be cooking up."

Laura leaned back. She knew Chanitra was willing, and she herself certainly was. Why should they keep dilly-dallying around about it?

"Why don't the two of us just start... and you can join in when the spirit moves you," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. "I haven't kissed this darling girl for months."

He smiled. "You know, this cove is pretty sheltered... and I don't often see other boats come in here. But just to be safe, why don't we go below."

Laura looked at Chanitra, seeking her assent.

"Sounds good to me," Chanitra squint-smiled. "I could use some 'fun' right about now."

They went 'below, ' and Rob gestured to one of the bunks in the snug cabin. It was tautly made with a crisp white sheet folded down at the top over a taut navy blue blanket. The pillowcase was white enough to blind you. Laura found herself wondering if Rob had made up the bunk. He was perhaps more of a sailor than she had thought.

She also found herself wondering if he expected Chanitra and her simply to lie down on the bunk and begin fucking for his entertainment. She found that the best way to skirt her annoyance with him was to take Chanitra's hand, pull her close, and kiss her very romantically, ignoring him completely, and convincing Chanitra to ignore him too by the intensity of her kiss. After all, his hard male urgency would force itself on them sooner or later anyway, so why shouldn't they indulge their own desire for one another right now?

Why did she come by the office to catch my attention if she didn't want to do this? Laura asked herself, her mouth searching Chanitra's hungrily, her hands sliding up under the midriff blouse, caressing the smooth warm skin of Chanitra's back, then falling to her incredible bottom.

"God... it's been so long," she panted into Chanitra's lovely black neck.

"Too long," Chanitra panted back, ignoring Rob, as Laura had wished. Her eyes were shiny and sexy as she gazed into Laura's. "Do that again."

"What... this?"

Laura squeezed one firm round moon of Chanitra's ass with her hand. She squeezed it hard.

Chanitra nodded. "Yes. Want me to take it off? So you can put your hand on it and squeeze it?"

"I want to kiss it," Laura confessed, feeling almost inundated by a sharp rush of hot lust for the girl. "I want to kiss you everywhere."

"Oooohhhh good!" Chanitra laughed, unzipping her tight pants.

Rob seemed to have disappeared into the shadows of the cabin, willing to let them play out this scenario with him as a spectator only, biding his time, Laura knew. As far as she and Chanitra were concerned, he might as well not be there at all. They both stripped off their clothes in a mad rush, and Laura pulled down the taut blanket on the bunk, exposing more blinding white sheet.

She pulled the now-naked Chanitra down on it with her, embracing her eagerly, almost engulfing the girl's smooth, hard body in her arms. Chanitra was now nineteen, and her body was a little fuller than it had been when Laura had first slept with her at sixteen, her first teenager, something that could still trouble her when she realized the seriousness of it, but which of course had led to this, the two of them almost inhaling one another as if no other human being were present or mattered at all. Chanitra's body was fuller but no less hard and smooth and beautifully shaped, and Laura luxuriated in running her hungry hands all over it, now kissing her more ravenously than before.

"Oh god... where have you been all my life?" she gasped, echoing her earlier question, only half-kidding, scooping Chanitra's small, hard breasts up in her hands, lowering her lips to the girl's gleaming, puffy black nipples.

"Ooohhh Laura, I like that," Chanitra sighed as Laura licked and teased her delectable naked breasts, finally sucking her nipples gently, then more hungrily, lashing them with her tongue, watching them grow erect under her lips. "I like that a lot. You can keep doing that. Unhhhhh!"

Laura now fulfilled her most imperative desire by dropping her hands along the supple curves of Chanitra's marvelous back to her ass, still sucking Chanitra's nipples thirstily, but now cupping and squeezing the girl's peerless ass cheeks, digging her fingers passionately into the firm, impeccably round globes.

"Ohhh... Chan... you have such a beautiful ass," Laura panted, beside herself with lust for this girl's incredible body.

But Chanitra's mood briefly changed. With one hand she groped for Laura's chin and tilted Laura's face up to hers, frowning, though it was impossible to mistake the hot, pulsing sexual urgency in her eyes.

"Don't call me that, girl" she said softly, seriously. "Yvette call me that... the bitch. Don't want you calling me what she call me."

Laura wondered if something had happened between them, or if this was just common sisterly jealousy, or rivalry. "Of course... I won't," she said.

Chanitra squinted at her again. "You can continue what you were doing," she said. "It's driving me crazy. I can't get enough."

"Mmmmm," Laura purred, dropping her mouth again to Chanitra's wet, jutting nipples. "I'm going to swallow them."

"Oh good. Unhhhh! Oh yes! Oh shit, I like it when you do it hard. Nobody really want to do it hard but you, Laura."

The hot, sizzling sexual energy they were generating between them made both of them forget about Rob, who lurked in the corner, rubbing his suddenly expanding crotch through his pants. Laura was devouring Chanitra's young, lithe, naked body, kissing her smooth stomach, running her forefinger now up and down the deep crack between Chanitra's perfect moons.

"I want to kiss you everywhere... I want to lick your perfect pussy," she panted to Chanitra.

"I want to lick yours too," Chanitra gasped, her fingers digging into Laura's flesh almost as urgently as Laura's dug into hers. "Let's do a sixty-nine, and we can both have our way."

Laura reluctantly agreed, turning her body. She knew how hard it was for both partners to keep up their interest when the real shock waves started to hit, but she would do anything right now to press Chanitra's long naked body against hers and push her mouth into the girl's exquisitely-shaped cunt.

"Don't come before I do," she smiled at Chanitra over her shoulder as she straddled the girl's head with her thighs.

Chanitra squinted at her. "You better hurry, then," she panted.

But before they could get started, Rob made his presence known. He still had his shirt on, but he had shed his pants and was standing beside the bunk, looking down at them, his large cock jumping and twitching, shooting straight out from his groin and still on the way up.

"Any room in there for Junior?" he grinned.

"You right, Laura... his is as big as D'Andre's," Chanitra said in a hushed voice. "Didn't know white dudes had 'em that big."

Rob seemed to take this as an invitation to let her examine it more closely. Maneuvering himself onto the bunk behind Laura, he guided the throbbing shaft with one hand over Chanitra's face and slid it deep into Laura's pussy from behind, making her shudder and groan as she felt the huge thing penetrate her.

"Ungghhhh!" she groaned, throwing her head back.

Chanitra, on the bottom, reached up with one hand and held his dangling balls in her palm, pulling them out of the way so she could watch the wet stalk slide in and out of Laura's tight pussy as Rob began to fuck her slowly. It had been months since Laura had felt a real cock in her, and she was struck by how similar yet different it was from the strap-ons she and her friends had recently been playing with. It felt wonderful, and it was alive, hard, wet, and gristly, and Rob was very adept at probing with it, sliding it into her slowly, withdrawing it with cool patience, running his hands over her hips and caressing the small of her back as he slid it in again.

Maybe it's just the way he does it, she thought. He's good. But then, Rhonda and Yvette had been good too. Just different. Somehow with Rob she could sense that there was a potentially explosive power behind his thrusts. He didn't have to worry that the thing would slip, or fall off, and the more he fucked her, the harder his cock seemed to get.

Now he ran his hands up along her body, along her ribcage, then filled his palms with her swaying breasts, squeezing them sharply and plunging his stiff cock more aggressively into her pussy.

"Oh Laura... he fucking you hard," Chanitra panted under them, fascinated and aroused by the spectacle. "Does it feel good?"

"Ungghhhh! Oh! Yes... oh yes! Oh yes, it's... good! Ungghhh!"

"Mmmmm... girl, I'm gonna help him."

Chanitra could easily touch Laura's cock-engorged pussy with her tongue from her position on her back under both of them, her head between Laura's thighs, and as Rob began to rip his cock more deeply and rapidly into Laura's juicy slit, she began to flick Laura's clit with her tongue until Laura was absolutely, within seconds, at the no return point. This had all come as a very speedy shock to her since she had planned on devouring Chanitra's thrilling young body for many more minutes until they both erupted in star showers of coming, but Rob had taken all that away and replaced it with this hammering piston, which had, with Chanitra's help, brought Laura very quickly to the brink.

Half of her wanted just to give in, to explode in hot furies of wild coming, as she knew she was going to do any second, but the other half of her wanted it to stop, wanted it not to end so quickly. But she knew there was a natural rhythm to these things, and the fact that she was hovering on the edge of a killer climax seemed to arouse both Rob and Chanitra even further. Rob was really ripping his cock into her now, and jabbing her with short, powerful thrusts, while Chanitra was tickling both her clit and Rob's plunging stalk with her tongue, then sucking Laura's clit right above the pounding shaft, bringing Laura up to a blinding point of explosive rapture.