Chapter 258

I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you,
If that isn't love, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing comes along...

Laura hummed to herself, gathering some papers together from her desk, putting them in an orange manila file folder and labeling the folder carefully. She was a little troubled about love, having in sequence slept with Dawn and Deshona, both of whom she 'loved' to the ends of the earth. She melted with love at the thought of either one, and her pussy began to melt inside too.

I'll always love you, darling,
Come what may,
My heart is yours,
What more can I say...

True, she felt a little rueful, as always, about them returning home to these men, Robert and Charles, who would be tasting their sweet bodies repeatedly before Laura ever got to see them again, but she was also a little proud of herself. Those guys can't do for them what I can do, she thought. They know it, and I know it. They'll be back.

I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you...

she hummed again as she walked down the corridor with the folder toward Rhonda's office. It was late on a Saturday afternoon, and though Laura did not often work on the weekend, sometimes it was unavoidable. This was a task that had to be done, and fortunately she had been able all morning to focus on it with energy and determination, glowing and humming all the while in a mood of wonderful contentment. Her mouth was feeling better, and just letting her inner gaze drift back over her time with either woman made her tingle happily.

She and Rhonda had agreed on Friday that when Laura was finished, she would leave the papers in Rhonda's office. The building was half-darkened and nearly vacant since few people who were also working on the weekend had stayed this late-it was a little after four o'clock-and Laura was happy to be finished as he approached Rhonda's secretary's desk. If I just leave it here, will she get it okay? I know Patty will give it to her first thing Monday morning.

But then, she thought again. The papers were very sensitive and proprietary. It wouldn't do to have them just lying about. Anyone could peak into an orange folder on a desk right out there in the open. She picked it back up and walked the short distance to Rhonda's office door. I'll just leave them right on her chair. That way she'll be sure not to miss them, and they'll be safer too.

She opened the door and went inside, still half-preoccupied by the warm, happy glow of contentment that had dominated her attitude all day. Rhonda's office was not exactly dark but certainly dim since no lights were on either inside or outside. Laura went behind Rhonda's large, bare, gleaming mahogany desk-why do the executives, who don't need them, get these really huge desks? she wondered, and not for the first time-pulling out Rhonda's chair and placing the orange folder on it.

Only at that moment did she sense something odd. Her head whipped around toward the sofa against the wall, and there, in the dimness, she saw two half-naked women stretched out, as if frozen in place, looking over at her. Both were black. One, the one on top, was April.

"Oh!" Laura exclaimed softly, in shock.

The most startling thing, other than the fact that they were nearly naked and had clearly been fucking, was the way they both stared at her. Suddenly, she felt like she was part of a freeze frame in a movie, also as if she were the one who had been caught in flagrante delicto, not they. Both April and the other girl stared at Laura without blinking, their eyes big dark brown saucers, their faces expressionless. But they did not look like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. They did not look innocent, or embarrassed. To Laura it only looked as if they were pausing, waiting for her to leave so they could resume.

Laura's eyes were also quick, adjusting speedily to the dimness, and though she already knew what April looked like naked, she took in the girl's thick but delicious body with a fast glance before letting her eyes gulp down what she could see of the other girl, who was on the bottom. Both were only half-clothed, and even though her voracious glimpse took fewer than six or eight seconds, Laura could feel her blood thumping as she noticed April's jeans on one leg but not the other, her shirt pushed down around her waist, her bra cups only shoved down below her naked breasts.

The other girl was equally disheveled, though Laura could see less of her since she was lying under April. She was more slender, longer, with skin of a lighter hue than April's and long black hair, her body lithe and supple, her long, slim legs completely naked and wrapped around April's hips, her shirt and bra scrunched up under her chin. She also had limpid, languid, curious dark eyes that did not betray the slightest shame or distress as she stared at Laura.

Laura swallowed. "April... you should be a little more careful," she said in a strangely awkward, hoarse voice, turning her face away so she would not appear to be giving them the prurient stare she felt was so obvious.

Slowly, April nodded. The other's girl's eyes never left Laura's face, and though Laura did not meet them with her own, she could feel them on her, unmoving, unapologetic. The situation was so embarrassing, for Laura at least, and so sexually arousing at the same time that all she could do was turn and leave the office immediately. But even on the way out, she caught a whiff of the thick, musky fuck-odors that filled the air. Two excited pussies in there, she thought, half-amused as she shut the door behind her. How could I have missed that smell?

She lingered momentarily, as if it were very hard to give up this moment. Will they just start in again, now that I'm gone? she wondered. Or were they more worried than they seemed? After all, I could get them-at least April; I don't know the other one-in big trouble, if I wanted to. But of course she knows I wouldn't.

On her way back to her office to collect her things, Laura could not help recalling how she and Yvette had been similarly caught a couple of times. And also, she and Randi. By Deshona, of all people. Reckless, she thought. And stupid. They could have gone somewhere. It's Saturday, for heaven's sake. They didn't even have to stay here. Of course, they didn't think anybody would walk in on them either, since it's Saturday.

She could still see April's solemn, unsmiling but unashamed face, looking at her blankly. And she couldn't keep her mind's eye from returning to their half-naked bodies, pressed together. Half of her wished she was unscrupulous enough to go back outside Rhonda's office and listen, or hide behind a nearby cubicle wall to see their demeanor when they emerged together, after their little intimate moment.

But she knew she would hate anyone who did that to her. Hurriedly, she grabbed her essentials and left the building. Honor among thieves, at least. And sexual miscreants. April had a right to her little... affairs, Laura thought. God knows I'm in no position to criticize. Gosh, that other girl was kind of pretty. She stared back at me so hard. It was as if she were saying, 'Maybe you'd like a little of this too?'

Laura shook it off, though it was hard to forget for the rest of the weekend. Fortunately, on Saturday night she and Shavon had a mini-orgy in Shavon's condo, which cleared out Laura's head and body completely.

On Tuesday she returned to the dentist to have her stitches removed, and to her great surprise and joy she did wind up having dinner that evening with Sara Paige. They went to a Chinese restaurant in the Embarcadero Center, and Laura spent an almost obscene amount of time gazing at Sara's incredible mouth, wanting desperately to kiss it, and trying at the same time to conceal her impetuous desire.

Dinner with Sara reminded her acutely of all the times she had sat at lunch across from Rina, or Cecilia, or Jonelle, or Shavon, to name only a few, desperately longing to touch them, yearning to brush her lips against their cheeks, feeling not only sexual desire but a need to embrace and murmur to them and pour herself into them that was so intense she almost fainted from the effort to hide it. Her more recent intrigues had not involved much of this simple tête-à-tête, dinner and flirting, lunch and bantering, a warm, congenial, relaxing time with a very attractive woman, which made excited shivers run up and down Laura's arms.

There was also the novelty of Sara's glasses, which Laura had not seen her wearing before now. They were small, square, gold, wire-rimmed, and for some reason made her face even more attractive. Maybe the contrast of the square little lenses with her oval face, Laura speculated. Also, because of the glasses, Sara's small eyes did not seem so small after all, and the glasses gave her an aura of no-nonsense studiousness that Laura found really appealing when contrasted with her easy smile and sense of humor.

The glasses kept sliding down her nose, and Sara would patiently push them up again with the tip of her forefinger.

"I don't have a bridge to my nose," she said, making a funny face. "Black folks weren't meant to wear glasses. Not the ones who have my big flat nose, anyway."

"I think they're very attractive on you," Laura said. "I didn't know you wore glasses."

"Giving my contacts a rest. I actually don't think I was made for contacts. After a while they start to hurt. I have to take them out a few days just to recover." She made a coquettish tilt of her head, and yet another funny face, of which she had a very extensive repertoire. "Got to wear 'em to catch a fella, though. If you wear glasses, they think you're too smart for them."

Laura smiled. "You probably are."

Sara raised one eyebrow. "I'm smarter than some, that's for sure. I was married once to a guy who was a refuse collection engineer." This phrase cracked her up, and she nearly choked briefly on a mouthful of Moo Goo Gai Pan. "Get it? Garbage man. He called himself a Refuse Collection Engineer. He was a real nice guy, too. But I had graduated college, and he could never get over it. If I read a book, he started getting all nasty and critical about it, like I didn't have a right to just be interested in things. Oh well. Life goes on. I also had a 'friendship' with a doctor, and he was a doofus too. Did you know that the first course they're required to take in medical school is Pompous Ass 101?"

Gosh, how could either of them ever have given you up, Sara, Laura thought, gazing happily at her, feeling warm all over.

"Any kids?" she asked.

Sara shook her head, chewing, waving her chopsticks at Laura. "Came close a couple of times. But I couldn't go through with it. You gotta like a guy a lot to have kids with him, you know?"

Laura nodded. She answered a few questions about her own life, not intentionally concealing anything but also not going into revealing details. She enjoyed Sara's naturalness and simplicity immensely, and enjoyed looking at her more than ever. As she had the first time Laura had seen her, Sara wore a crisp white blouse with a stiff collar, though this time there was a small heart-shaped pendant on a thin gold chain around her neck, which drew Laura's eyes to her throat, so smooth and dark brown.

Also, you could again see the white straps of her bra through the fabric, contrasted with her black skin. It was a sight that never failed to arouse Laura sexually, and she was grateful that the restaurant lights were dim enough to prevent her from focusing on it, since she had trouble already not looking too long or hungrily at Sara's thick lips, wanting to mash and maul them with her own passionately as she had the first day, in the dentist's office.

The weather had actually become rather chilly, so both wore their coats as they walked through Embarcadero Center, looking in the windows of the shops, after dinner. Laura was relieved not to have to keep her eyes consciously from straying to Sara's bra straps. Reflected in the windows, the two of them were comically tall and short, and Sara could not resist making jokes about it.

"How's it feel, going to dinner with a midget?" she elbowed Laura in the ribs. "How's the weather up there, anyway? At least you'll be able to tell me if it starts to rain. Then I can run for cover."

Laura laughed with her. "I have a girl friend who is really tall," she said, thinking momentarily of Shontay. "Like, she is six feet two, I'll bet. She makes both of us look like midgets."

Sara shrugged. "I've got used to it. 'Shorty' is now a term of endearment with the guys, you know. They like it. I can't complain."

It came time to part. Laura did not want to. She didn't even care about sex. All she wanted was to sit and talk to Sara and see her making her funny faces and gaze at her mouth for another ten hours or so. Sara seemed reluctant for the short evening to be over too, but Laura wondered if she was projecting that onto her. And of course they both had to go back to work in the morning.

"Where do you live? I can drop you off."

Sara shook her head. "Muni for me. I live out in Ocean View. I can take the M car and be home in half an hour. You wouldn't want to be driving way out there."

I'd give anything to spend another hour with you, Laura wanted to say. She didn't dare. But again, she had the strangest notion that Sara felt the same way. Something about her softly shining eyes behind her glasses led Laura to believe that she too was reluctant for it to be over.

"You know," Laura said, as they reached Market Street, and the Muni Metro entrance, "I don't have to come back for three months."

"I know," Sara grinned. "I made the appointment for you, remember?"

"I like you. I hate to think we won't see each other again until then."

Sara became suddenly very serious and put her hand on Laura's arm. "We will. Promise."

She turned and started down the escalator.

"Let me give you my phone number!" Laura shouted in quick desperation.

Sara looked back over her shoulder, still descending on the moving escalator, making yet another goofy, enchanting face. "Got it, remember? I know everything about you," she winked.

She gave Laura a graceful little wave, head-cocked, as if to say, I know more than you think I do. Or was it, I feel the same way, Laura darling. Let's see what happens? Or was it, God, I'm glad that evening is over-what a crushing bore that Laura is!

Laura stood forlornly at the top of the escalator, watching Sara descend until her form disappeared into the dark maw of the transit station. She hated herself for feeling this way. I want to do more than kiss her, don't I, she realized. And here I am in love with Dawn and Deshona.

I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you...

she hummed to herself as she turned and walked away from the Muni Metro station, taking care not to let any passersby overhear her and think she was crazy.

Over the next few days she began to think more seriously about moving, which required a hundred decisions. When she occasionally ran into either of the Gibsons in the lobby or outside on the sidewalk, she now began to give them a bright, strong smile, all teeth and brass, as if to say, Yes, if you only knew how hotly we fuck down there in my apartment, me and the girls, even that darling daughter of yours. You would be flabbergasted, my dears. Did you know I fucked her in your own bed? And in Daddy's easy chair? Did you know I made her pant? I made her scream... and claw my back? Your daughter? Oh, she loves to fuck, that girl! She loves to rub her pussy against my mouth until it just swells up and bursts with happiness. What do you think of that, eh?

Then, as the moment passed, she would feel a little guilty-not about the fucking, or screaming, but about being the kind of person who could secretly gloat and sneer at others this way, and get some kind of kick out of silently rubbing it in their faces. Also she realized that she was more frightened than ever of Shontay somehow finding out.

They did not run into one another often at work, but on the few occasions when they did meet, Shontay seemed as warm and pliant as she usually was, now that they had been fucking regularly, about twice a week. Of course, given her position, and Laura's too, she was very reserved and formal, but Laura could see in her magical pale brown eyes the deep, responsive throbbing that connected with Laura's own heartbeat, forming a kind of instant circuit that made them both so uncomfortably hot and hungry that they had to look away.

So, for the present at least, her fears were pushed to the background, and she and Shontay actually spent a couple of hours groaning in one another's arms at Shontay's apartment on the Tuesday evening after her weekend discovery of April in Rhonda's office. It was the following day, three days after the event, that April finally came to see Laura.

"Can we have lunch?" she asked, sheepishly, diffidently peaking around the corner of Laura's open office door.

Laura looked up from her desk. She smiled. Was it the fact that she and April had not screwed for a few months that made the girl seem so attractive? Or maybe even the fact that Laura had seen her wantonly screwing some strange (and wildly, exotically lovely, in Laura's recollection) girl in Rhonda's office? Whatever it was, April, as she inched her way around the door jamb and into Laura's office, looked delicious.

As usual, it wasn't what she was wearing since April was a 'sensible' dresser. She wore a boxy brown skirt and a nondescript green blouse. Laura decided very quickly that it was her demure manner, her quiet, soft presence, contrasted with the truth Laura actually knew about her, that she could be smoldering and relentless in bed, that behind her soft, innocent eyes was a stark willingness to go for the money, and to fuck you as hard and hungrily as the moment required. She had been so resistant when Laura had first tried to seduce her, and now look at her: dragging some lovely young creature into Rhonda's darkened office for a Saturday afternoon of hot, half-clothed fucking on the sofa.

At least Laura assumed it had been hot, and she realized, watching April slink ashamedly into her office, that her assumption was based as much as anything on the look she remembered seeing in the other girl's eyes, when she had surprised them. It had been an astonishingly salacious expression. This girl could lie there and let you fuck her, let April fuck her, that is, and then end up swallowing you whole, Laura reflected, looking back over the incident in a flash in her mind's eye. She looked like you might be getting more than you bargained for if you slept with her, and Laura looked all the harder into April's eyes to see if she could detect anywhere there a hint that April had indeed been inundated, or at least surprised, by the sexual force of this girl.

But of course there was nothing. April was very skilled at dissimulation, which of course she had to be since she worked at a company where she was periodically screwing both a vice president and a director. As well as whatever delicious young lovelies she can corral on the side, Laura smiled, amused.

"Hi, April," she said, smiling brightly. "Come on in and sit down."

Don't let her think you're judging her over the other day, Laura cautioned herself. It's not your business what she does.

April visibly softened, her anxiety diminishing as she realized that Laura was not going to lecture her. This sweet, quiet softness was, of course, a principal part of her appeal, and Laura found herself happily remembering the last time they had spent a whole night together in April's bed, with Laura trying to get her lips completely around those huge, soft black nipples. Her body was remembering it too, she realized, as she felt a minor but noticeable wetness suddenly in her crotch.

"I have a meeting from eleven to one," she told April, frowning with disappointment. "They're catering lunch in... so we won't be able to leave." She reached across her desk-not nearly as large as Rhonda's, so it was no problem-and touched April's hand briefly, enough to remind her of their intimacy, but not enough to call attention to them if anyone were passing by outside the door. "I wish I could have lunch with you, though."

April saw the lust in Laura's eyes. You could only conceal so much, Laura thought. The image of April's and the other girl's half-clothed bodies lying entangled on Rhonda's office sofa came flooding back into her mind.

But April was clearly pleased to be desired by Laura. It gave her somehow the upper hand.

"Wanted to apologize about Saturday," she said under her breath, twisting her fingers. "Hope you won't tell her."

"I would never tell her," Laura said, looking directly into her eyes. "We're friends. We're more than friends... I hope. I would never tell her."

"Guess I was kind of careless."

Laura nodded. She now felt the need to enfold the girl in her arms, to kiss and comfort her. "She's very pretty," Laura said, in a conspiratorial whisper. "I can see why you might be a little reckless."

"You're going to make me blush, Laura."

"How about tonight? I'll give you a ride home after work."

April shook her head, her eyes wide and deep and unmoved by Laura's invitation. "I... you know, got a date."

Unaccountably, Laura felt herself bristling with jealousy. Oh god, this new girl of hers! I'm so jealous.

"Oh... I see," she said, trying to conceal her sudden irrational feelings.

"You know," April said, as if suddenly remembering it, "she thinks you're kinda cute too, she said."

Even though she herself had initiated it, Laura began to feel very uncomfortable about having this conversation right there in her office, with the door open. She knew no one could hear them, but the sexual tension, she thought, must be visibly radiating out the door into the surrounding area.

"Really," she said, softly, making a show of shuffling papers on her desk, as if she were working, should any one care to notice.

April continued, still in a lower-than-normal voice, but speaking in a continuous stream, as if it could not be held in. "She lives down in Fremont with her folks, and they went out of town for a few days, so we're staying down there and got the whole house to ourselves."

"How nice for you both," Laura said, curtly.

Now there was a painful silence. April did not know how to continue, and Laura was uncomfortable with the subject. Maybe I should just stand up, Laura thought, and give her the hint to leave.

"I was thinking..." April stammered awkwardly. "Since Yolanda likes you and all... maybe you'd like to come down and stay there too."

"Yolanda? That's her name? The pretty one with the long hair?"

April nodded.

"She work here?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Oh..." Laura shook it off. "I just... never saw her before, that's all."

"Well? You want to?"

Laura broke into a smile. She leaned across her desk and whispered.

"You guys aren't going to hold me down and have your way with me, are you?"

April grinned back. "You never know. Why, you afraid?"

Laura shook her head slowly. She pushed a pad of blank yellow paper across her desk to April. "Write down the directions."

After work, before driving across the bridge and down to Fremont, she dropped by her apartment to freshen up and change. One, she wanted to give them both time to get there first. Two, she didn't want to seem like Rhonda, the lecherous office lesbian who was in danger of wetting her pants in gleeful anticipation of an evening with two delicious young girls. These two were several years younger than Laura and did not have management positions like she did. She wanted to change into something casual in order to level the field somewhat, so that they wouldn't be tempted to look up to her.

Plus, she had discovered them while they were fucking. Who could say what initial effect that might have, especially on the new girl, Yolanda. Even though she appeared to have some kind of mysterious, soft, hypnotic femininity that threatened to suck you down into the maelstrom, she still might have a girlish, frightened side too. I guess I'll find out, Laura thought.

She considered bringing along a few toys but again rejected the thought. Baby oil only. Nothing else. Just the three of us, and fingers, and lips, and tongues. That ought to do it.

She tried not to think about what was in store as she drove to Yolanda's parents' house, getting lost and being forced to stop at two gas stations on the way for directions. By the time she got there, it was nearly seven o'clock.

Yolanda herself, of course, answered the door, but April was standing about three feet behind her. Laura peeked at her over Yolanda's shoulder, but only briefly, as if to avoid Yolanda's hypnotic dark brown eyes, which she felt in danger of falling into. Yolanda smiled at Laura.

"Hi. We were wondering where you were. C'mon in."

She was wearing shorts. Very short shorts. She had long, lovely dark brown legs, and Laura tried not to stare. Yolanda, however, clearly knew she had gorgeous legs and was used to people staring at them.

"I... got lost," Laura shook her head.

"You ain't lost any more," April giggled, stepping around Yolanda and taking Laura's hand, pulling her into the house, taking a kind of proprietary interest in her, as if to signal Yolanda that she and Laura were thick, and that Yolanda, gorgeous legs or not, was going to have to break into their circle.

It was a challenge. Laura also wondered if April were a little jealous that, as she had told Laura, Yolanda thought Laura was 'kinda cute.' The three of them went into the living room. It was a standard suburban house, comfortably and conventionally furnished. Laura noticed that April had shorts on too. They were not as high on the thigh as Yolanda's, but April's legs were not spectacular either, being fairly short and chunky, though gleaming sleekly black in a way that always made Laura want to caress and kiss them. They were plenty good enough.

"You eat yet?" April asked her. "We still got pizza over there in the dining room."

Laura could see a large cardboard take-out pizza box on the dining room table. She had not eaten, but on the other hand, she was too excited to eat. A hot, insistent, little throbbing pulse deep in her pussy that was so familiar drew all her attention, and was much more demanding than the hunger of her stomach.

She shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

April grinned. "Yeah, right."

"We have other things beside pizza," Yolanda said in a soft voice. "TV dinners. Yuck! My dad buys them for quick meals. I think we also have eggs. We could scramble eggs for you."

She was so sweet. Laura was enchanted. Yolanda had long black hair, like Yvette's, falling all the way to her shoulders, soft, not stiff. She had a long face too with thin, overarching eyebrows, the kind some women actually drew on after plucking out part of the original hair, though Yolanda's were real, only plucked thin. Her face was not conventionally pretty, not even cute like Sara's, but mesmerizing nonetheless, with a deep Native American-mixed-with-African kind of beauty that some black women had, probably the result of some gene drift down the ages. Many blacks had Indian blood, and in Yolanda it showed, and was almost magnetic. Also, her mouth was surprisingly like Sara's, a thick juicy feast of sensual lips.

I didn't get to kiss Sara, Laura thought. But I'm going to kiss these lips. God, I can feel my heart flutter. I'm going to kiss them soon.

She realized she was staring a little too boldly at Yolanda's captivating mouth. And she realized, too, that April was watching her.

April, who was standing close, took Laura's hand again. "Let's go in her bedroom and get busy," she said.

Both Laura and Yolanda looked at her, then at each other, and laughed, half-nervously, half-expectantly.

"You're sure blunt about it," Laura teased her gently.

She squeezed April's hand affectionately at the same time so that April wouldn't get the wrong idea. April smiled back.

"I been thinking about it all day. Couldn't wait to get the two of you together, if you want to know the truth."

Yolanda now smiled bashfully at Laura. "I had a hard time not thinking about it myself," she confessed softly, with charming shyness.

"Well... I guess that makes three of us," Laura said. "Why do you think I got lost twice on the way here? I couldn't keep my mind on anything else."

Now April became even more aggressive, encircling Laura's waist with one arm and tugging her to follow. "C'mon, now. This way."

Yolanda followed them down the hall. Of course, April knew where Yolanda's bedroom was, and when they entered Laura was surprised to find it filled with brightly colored and fluffy stuffed animals. They were everywhere: huge ones and tiny ones, on the bed, the bureau, the book shelves, peeking down at her from perches on the curtain rods, extra ones piled in boxes, two or three sticking out from under the skirt of the bedspread and the closet. It was altogether amazing.