Chapter 260

Laura heard something upstairs.

She knew the Gibsons were gone since she had seen them out the window as they were leaving earlier that day, getting into an airport shuttle with several pieces of luggage. That could mean only one thing: Shontay. She was up there, probably feeding Willie. She should've taken off her shoes, if she didn't want me to hear her, Laura thought. Maybe she doesn't realize how these old apartments telegraph every little thing.

Shontay still had not phoned Laura. Let's see, it must be almost ten days or so since she called, Laura thought, counting back. Very odd. Something's going on. They told her about the screaming and groaning down here, I'll bet, she thought, glumly.

Laura had been in such a flutter of love and exuberant sexual happiness following her night with Sara that almost nothing else had got her attention for days. On top of that, she had engaged a real estate person-a friend of Rhonda's-who had within days found her a delightful condo nestled in a forested slope on the western side of the lower Twin Peaks area. It was heavily wooded, and could be foggy at times, but it was fairly new, only one previous owner, and secure and private.

Laura had made clear to the agent that, as she had put it, she 'couldn't bear listening to other people's noises, dogs, odious rock music, quarrels, ' and that that was the reason she was moving in the first place. They performed, with the cooperation of Laura's potential neighbors, several experiments to detect how soundproof these condos were, and Laura was tickled to find that someone playing the Rolling Stones at an ear-shattering volume directly next door might as well be on the moon.

"You could commit murder in here and never be discovered until the smells started emanating," the real estate guy, a dour old man with a huge distended belly and rheumy yellow eyes, said to her, winking.

"No murders," Laura winked back. Even though he was sort of grotesque, she liked him. In fact, she loved him for finding this condo. "I meditate a lot, though. And do my yoga."

Her instant offer had been accepted, and the deal was already in escrow. As she looked around her hilltop apartment, especially at the view from the windows while sitting in the white sofa (where I've devoured so many lovely girls, she reflected, feeling her pussy tingle happily at the memory), she felt a little sad. You could see the Bay Bridge, and the fog swooping and swirling in over San Francisco Bay. The lights winked on everywhere, and you could even see Berkeley across the Bay when there was no fog. To the left was El Cerrito, where Jane and Kendra were now living. To the right was Oakland, where April lived. Where she's probably churning and groaning on top of that delicious Yolanda at this very moment, Laura thought.

The apartment had memories. Most of them were almost unbearably sweet. She would hate to leave it, but one had to move on. It would be such bliss to be able to relax in bed with Sara, say, in her new condo, and do whatever they liked without fear of eavesdropping. The thought of Sara brought her full circle to her obsession of the past few days, since she could not shake Sara out of her mind now, or the memory of Sara's caresses from her body either, or her funny faces, or her big soft black nipples, or her twinkling little silvery captive bead ring.

And then she heard another very faint noise from upstairs and realized that Shontay was still there. And avoiding me, she thought. Since they had become lovers, Shontay would always ring Laura's buzzer whenever she came by to feed Willie, if her parents were traveling. But not tonight.

She is so jealous, Laura thought. Even just seeing me that time in the hall with Taneesha was enough to set her off. Think of what she must be feeling if her mother told her that the slut downstairs was having loud orgies with other women. Other black women. She wouldn't be able to let on anything, and it would kill her. She would be afraid of what her mother would think if she knew Shontay was one of those 'other women, ' and she would also be filled with fury at Laura for violating their intimacy by daring to sleep with others.

This was a quandary Laura could appreciate. Understanding the depth of her own jealousies very well, she could empathize deeply with anyone who felt pangs of fierce resentment at the thought of someone else sharing the kind of physical intensity and rare ecstasy that Shontay and Laura had shared. It hurts, Laura thought. It really hurts. No wonder she feels that way.

Laura felt her own eyes glimmering with involuntary tears as she stood looking out her window, which she now knew she would be doing only a few more times. No views behind Twin Peaks, she thought. Oh, maybe a few nice trees. No city lights, though. I've got to go up there and talk to her. I've got to make her see that it doesn't make me care for her any less. I know how hurt she is. I know how she loves me to make love to her.

Sucking back her incipient tears, wiping the corners of her eyes with her wrist, she went quickly, before she could second-guess herself, snatching up her door key and sticking it into her bra for safe-keeping. In only a few more seconds, she was knocking on the Gibsons' door, remembering the last time she had done this, when Shontay had been so cold, and Laura had nearly raped her in Mr. Gibson's easy chair.

She had to stand a long time at the door, after knocking. Shontay was inside, she was sure of it, but Shontay knew, as Laura always did, that this wasn't the knock of some stranger handing out Watch Towers, as Jane had once suggested. She knows it has to be me. Either she's just trying to see if I'll give up and go away, or she's purposely making me squirm.

Laura knocked again, louder. Again she waited, but not as long this time. The door finally opened. Shontay did not open it only a crack, as she had done the first time. Instead, she was bristling and hostile and opened it quite widely. She was drawn up to her full height, at least four inches taller than Laura, and her mysterious pale brown eyes, usually so mesmerizing and fascinating, glowed with anger like fierce hot embers.

"Oh... hi. It's me," Laura said clumsily, suddenly awkward and nervous.

"What do you want?"

"I..."

Laura was overcome by a hot welter of contradictory feelings. For one thing, Shontay was like two different people to her. Now, for instance, she had dropped her hair, which fell in loose clumped strands around her neck and shoulders, immeasurably softening her usual hard, imperious expression. She was enchanting like this to Laura, and physically desirable, since at work Shontay always had her hair pulled back tightly, severely, almost militarily, making her small, well-shaped head look even more regal on top of her elegant swan's neck. But she took it down when she and Laura went to bed, and that seemed to release a vulnerability in her that she never showed anywhere else, as well as a deep sensuality that Laura had exploited with careful skill.

But now...

She had her hair down, but the look in her eyes spelled disaster, not delicious sex. Shontay was tense with fury. It was very hard for Laura to respond to the threat as well as her own desire at the same time. God, I'm always a hopeless sucker for her when she gets this cold, aloof, imperial manner, she realized. It's her 'Off with her head!' manner. I want to drag her down on the floor and do everything to her.

"I... just wanted to say hello," Laura gulped.

Shontay glowered and started to close the door.

"No..." Laura said quickly, pushing it back open a little with the palm of one hand. "Please."

"Go away, Laura."

Laura gave Shontay her own most melting look. Shontay, I adore you, I want you, I hunger for you, for your flesh, for your wonderful long lean body, for your mouth, for your sweet little pussy, for your touch, your kiss, your low murmurs, your screams when you come. I want you. Can you see that? I want to make it up to you. I'm sorry you're hurt, but I can't help that. Let me make it better. At least for a while.

Laura shook her head.

"Then you're going to lose your fingers," Shontay snapped, trying to close the door again more forcefully.

Again Laura had to catch it with her palm and push it back. Suddenly, they were in a struggle with the door, Shontay trying to slam it shut, Laura trying to stop her. Laura pushed it back open with such vehemence that Shontay momentarily stumbled backward, losing her grip on the knob. Laura in turn stumbled forward, through the door frame, one leg into the Gibsons' apartment.

"Get out of here, you bitch!" Shontay scowled, quickly recovering her balance and grabbing Laura's elbow, trying to force her back out into the hallway.

Laura didn't budge. In fact, she pushed forward, grabbing the doorjamb for leverage. "No... I want to talk to you."

"You ain't got a fucking thing to say to me that I want to hear," Shontay panted, now grabbing Laura with her other hand too, trying to force her back out. "Get out of here!"

Laura relaxed and straightened up, releasing her grip on the door frame, trying to step back slowly, with dignity, giving in. It wasn't worth fighting over. She let herself be pushed back beyond the door, into the hall. She could feel the tears coming to her eyes again. Shontay's face was shockingly ugly with rage.

"I can explain," she said softly, wondering what she meant by that. What could she explain that would change Shontay's feelings?

"You can't explain shit!" Shontay spat.

"I... I really care about you," Laura said feebly.

"The fuck you do," Shontay hissed. "You care about black cunt, that's all."

Laura's eyes widened with indignation. "How can you say-"

"Fuck off, Laura. Go find that little teeny bopper with the braids. I'll be leaving soon. I just fed Willie. I'll be gone. You can scream and holler all you want down there. Won't be anyone here to hear you."

"Shon-"

Laura started to raise two fingers to Shontay's face, to caress her cheek, as she often did in moments of tenderness. Shontay's hand came up, and Laura was afraid she was going to knock her own hand aside. Instead, Shontay slapped her hard on the cheek, a ferocious slap, so hard that the force of it swiveled Laura's head to the side. Her palm against Laura's face made a loud crack.

Laura was so surprised that the pain did not even register for a few seconds. Stunned and hurt, she suddenly felt it flame up in her face, felt real, hot tears now spring to her eyes as she staggered slightly back, raising her fingers to her cheek. Then, to Laura's own secret horror, as if it had a life of its own her hand lashed out and up, slapping Shontay's face equally hard, with a sharp crack too.

"Ynnnee!" Shontay yelped in shock, jumping back, dropping the doorknob, as her own head jerked to the side. She raised her fingertips to her cheek. "Oh... you cunt!"

Now Laura was back through the open door, into the apartment, shutting it quickly behind her as Shontay backed away further, instinctively, as if preparing for another blow. But Laura, already appalled at what she had done, had no intention of striking her again.

"Listen to me..." she said, trying to lower her voice, make it soothing.

"Fuck you!" Shontay swore, eyes burning, body tense, angular, and sharp, twitching with fury.

"Shontay... listen to me," Laura said softly, advancing.

But this time Shontay did not give ground. She shook her head, eyes blazing red instead of pale brown now, her mouth a slash of hatred. Instead of falling back more, she advanced on Laura.

"Get out!"

Though very tall and skinny, Shontay was physically imposing merely because of her height, and she was, Laura realized, very much stronger than she looked, with a wiry, tensile force that could easily be underestimated. Without warning, she grabbed Laura's shoulders and slammed Laura back into the door.

The breath nearly left Laura's body. She could feel it being crushed out of her lungs by the impact, expelled from her throat, leaving her completely stunned and bent half over.

"Wait a... wait a minute," she cawed, gagging softly, gulping for breath.

"I... ain't... waiting for... nothing!" Shontay gasped as she grabbed Laura's arms, wrenching them, grabbing at the same time for the doorknob, slamming Laura back into the door again with a fierce frontal body block.

Of course the fact that she had Laura pinned back against the door made it hard for her to open it at the same time. Even though she was out of breath and struggling hard with Shontay, Laura realized, bizarrely, that this was true, as well as the fact that Shontay, now fiercely agitated, had dropped into a kind of loose and vitriolic slang she would ordinarily avoid at all costs.

At the same time, in a split second, she was very aware of Shontay's scent, the fresh, sensual odor of her body, and her hair, which brushed Laura's cheek as Shontay shoved her violently around. Just as she had responded so sharply to Sara's fresh, unique bodily fragrance, she now found herself mesmerized by Shontay's, a scent different from Sara's but so familiar and erotic that she realized she was becoming aroused even as they were fighting.

Why am I smelling her delicious fragrance when she's trying to kill me! Laura wondered, desperately, trying to slide to the side to avoid Shontay's angular elbows and knees.

"Get the fuck out of here, you bitch!" Shontay swore, yanking Laura forward by one wrist now so that she could get the door open.

Reaching out only to keep her balance, Laura's fingers caught in the collar of Shontay's shirt, and as Shontay elbowed her roughly to the side, the fabric ripped and the buttons popped off all in one motion. Laura was left with a handful of cloth, still half-attached to Shontay's body, buttons clattering as they hit the floor.

Shontay's delicious, smooth, light brown skin was visible through the jagged rips in her shirt, and the shiny violet sateen fabric of her bra also showed. She looked down at her torn shirt in disbelief.

"Oh god, you little shit, Laura, it's my favorite blouse!" she screamed, lashing out with her hand again, the back of it this time, her knuckles catching Laura along the jaw, not a direct impact but enough to send her to her knees.

This time Laura was a little dizzy, but she somehow felt, looking up into Shontay's blazing eyes, that Shontay too was feeling the strange, potent mixture of anger and sexual excitement that Laura was feeling. And she could also see in Shontay's eyes that she too felt it and knew Laura recognized it, and that she was implacably determined not to let it go any farther.

Shontay stumbled and lurched toward the door again, reaching for the knob, but Laura now, really for the first time, grabbed her, wrapping both arms around one of Shontay's legs to keep her from moving. Shontay was wearing pants, but Laura could feel the coiled strength of her leg under the cloth, flexing and straining, as she held on, pulling Shontay back, whimpering and trying to reason with her at the same time.

"Listen to me... damn you!" she hissed, barely able to speak from shortness of breath. "I want to... apologize."

"Fuck you!" Shontay swore, her lovely face grimacing in hatred. "Get out of here! I'm going to call the cops! Get out of here... you don't have my permission to be here... you're breaking and entering! You despicable slut, you whore, you fucking dyke! I hate you!"

Laura was desolated by these accusations. Feeling defeated and sickened, she relaxed her grip on Shontay's leg, almost ready to give in completely and leave. But Shontay was still so stiff with rage that she again stumbled, reaching for the doorknob, and, her leg still entangled in Laura's arms, she fell to the floor beside Laura, an awkward heap of limbs and knobby elbows and knees, squealing a little with surprise as she fell.

"Ynnneeeee! Oh!" she yelped, twisting to free her leg from Laura's grasp. "Let me go, you cunt!"

Laura clenched her teeth, glaring at Shontay. "Quit calling me those names!"

"Fuck you!"

Eyes blazing, Shontay again lashed out with her hand, smacking Laura hard against the side of the head, aiming for her cheek but missing. Instinctively, Laura leaned forward, extending both arms, reaching with her hands for Shontay's long, exquisite neck. She had never choked anyone in her life, but something in her drove her to do it at this instant. She grabbed Shontay's neck with both hands, pushing her back, lunging over her, not really wanting to strangle or kill her but to threaten her seriously enough to make her stop.

Shontay's hands flailed at her back, pounding Laura, pummeling her wildly.

"Ungghh! Let me go! You... you fucking... you-"

But now Laura's own retaliatory fury was in gear, and she could feel a hot, sharp energy of defensive anger flood her own body. Continuing to push Shontay down, down onto her back, her fingers closed around the girl's long, beautiful neck. She did not close them tightly, though. The feel of Shontay's smooth, warm skin under her fingers was a much too sensual drug. She had kissed this beautiful swan's neck so often, and whimpered into it when coming deliriously in Shontay's arms.

"Oh god... you are such a cunt!" Shontay panted, struggling under Laura, rolling and pitching back and forth, trying to throw Laura off.

Her hands found their way under Laura's sweatshirt, and she clawed Laura's back, chuffing and gasping and churning desperately. God, it's almost like we were fucking, Laura realized.

"Ouchhhh! Laura yelped, tightening her fingers now on Shontay's lovely throat to make her stop. "Don't do that. Don't hurt me."

"Fuck you!" Shontay glowered up at her. "Didn't you hear me? Fuck you! FUCK YOU!"

But even though she was digging and clawing at Laura's naked back, she was not doing it the way Randi or Sholandra had once done. Her fingernails were not breaking Laura's skin. Maybe she thinks I'm going to strangle her, Laura thought. Or maybe she's feeling something like I am, like this is almost like fucking.

Laura loosened her grip, melting. I want her. Oh god, I never wanted her as much as this! I wonder if she feels that way too. She realized that her own pussy was burbling and flooding with juice. The wetness in her crotch was amazing. I wonder if she...

They were still tussling and struggling and panting on the floor, and Laura purposely let Shontay roll her to the side, off her body, so that she could maneuver one hand down in the vicinity of her thighs. Even though Shontay was wearing jeans, she was evidently creaming so much that the damp dew on the denim over her crotch was unmistakable as Laura's fingertips grazed it.

It was really all Laura needed to know. She had found it hard to keep her mouth off Shontay's alluring, exposed, light caramel skin up until now, and now she gave in to the impulse, leaning closer, mashing her lips aggressively into Shontay's bare shoulder, just above her shoulder blade, through a gap in her torn shirt. Laura ran her lips hungrily all over it, then across another torn strip of fabric up to Shontay's long neck, kissing it too passionately.

"Ohhnnnn!" Shontay cried out in her fury. "Ummmmggghh!"

Laura could feel her body quiver, though whether it was from sexual arousal or fresh rage she couldn't tell. But it didn't take long to find out.

"Arrngghhhh!" Shontay grunted loudly, flinging Laura off her body with almost supernatural strength, extending her arms and violently pushing Laura away. "Let go of me, you cunt! You dyke, you fucking perverted dyke! Let go of me! God, I hate you! I hate you!"

But, knowing that Shontay was aroused too, Laura was not about to give in now. True, Shontay had swelled up with a new hot bubble of fury, her pale brown eyes fiery and flaming with ferocity, her body-wildly desirable to Laura now that her shirt hung in tatters around her smooth, exposed flesh, her hair mussed and askew-stiff and tense with anger.

"I want you," Laura said, very softly, her eyes pleading. "I'm sorry. I want you."

"I hate you!" Shontay screamed. "I don't ever want you to touch me again!"

Laura knew that if she didn't overpower her, there was a lot of danger waiting for her in those long, flailing arms and legs. With a swift, gliding move, she leaned forward and again pushed Shontay onto her back, sliding one of her own thighs between Shontay's, and pulling off the shredded blouse as much as she could, pressing her lips to Shontay's half-naked body everywhere she could.

She brought her thigh up quickly and pushed it into Shontay's crotch, writhing with her, groping, sucking her long, exquisite neck.

"Oh! Oh!" Shontay whimpered, trying to free herself, but not half as hard as she had tried earlier.

Laura was wearing a sweatshirt, which was hard to tear or rip off, but Shontay's scrabbling fingers tore at it anyway, now pulling it up. Her hands raced frantically over Laura's bare skin, as if she could not make up her mind whether to scratch or caress Laura. Her quick, darting fingers pulled up the cups from Laura's bra, freeing Laura's breasts. She grabbed and twisted Laura's nipples sharply.

"Aiieeee!" Laura cried out, feeling stabbing flames shoot through her nipples and her breasts.

It was a violent attack, but it was, she knew, also very close to what they might do together sexually. She and Shontay had never indulged in the semi-rough sex that Laura had frequently experienced with some others, but what was this moment if not a sexual collision of the most acute kind?

"Oh shit... that hurts!" Laura glowered at her, eyes watering.

"Get off me, you cunt!"

Laura slapped her. Up until now she had not struck back except in self-defense, but this time her hand flew up automatically, cracking Shontay alongside the jaw. Shontay was still lying half under her, and she was so stunned by the slap that Laura tore the remnants of her blouse away with little trouble, ripping it up, grabbing Shontay's bare shoulders, her frenzied fingers pulling and tearing at Shontay's bra straps at the same time.

Shontay's eyes, already hot with anger, suddenly flared with a thermonuclear fire that Laura had not seen there before. Reaching up with both long arms, she grabbed thick fistfuls of Laura's hair in both hands and yanked it hard. Laura's scalp exploded in pain, but it was a pain of a different quality than Shontay had probably intended. It hurt like hell, but since her experiences with Dawn and Deshona, it also was a sexual turn-on of colossal dimensions, and Laura could feel her whole body suddenly run with flame, her pussy throbbing wildly.

"Annniieeeee!" she heard herself shrieking and squealing. "Oh god... you bitch... Shontay, you bitch, let go!"

Her eyes were blurred with pain as the two of them now rolled and thrashed around on the floor as Laura tried to loosen Shontay's grip on her hair, but she could now get her hands on Shontay's beautiful violet-colored bra without obstruction. It was a pity to destroy underwear so beautiful, but without remorse Laura tore it from Shontay's body with two violent jerks. The snaps in the back popped, and the bra simply crumpled in her hands.

"Oh shit..." Shontay gasped, looking down as her small, naked, teacup-shaped breasts and glimmering dark caramel nipples came into view, swaying and jiggling as she struggled with Laura.

Shontay was still yanking Laura's hair, but Laura was all over Shontay's naked upper body in a flash, squeezing her small breasts, pinching her nipples, though not as sharply as Shontay had pinched hers, then sucking them voraciously, hungrily, yelping at first as Shontay took a few more hard pulls of her hair, then groaning softly and sucking hard.

"Oh! Oh!" Shontay gulped, quickly overcome by Laura's fierce passion, her fingers relaxing, releasing the clumps of Laura's hair she had been pulling. "Ohhhnnnnn... oh god!"

This brief second of relaxation on Shontay's part gave Laura the chance to unfasten the zipper of the girl's jeans, while she was still hungrily sucking and mouth-mauling Shontay's nipples, and in the midst of doing it she realized that Shontay was really not resisting any longer. She even lifted her butt a little as Laura pulled the jeans over her hips and down her legs, now slipping lower, kissing her heaving stomach, running her lips all over the smooth, quivering muscles and lovely warm light brown skin.

Shontay's hands were plucking spastically at the shoulders of Laura's sweatshirt, pulling it up, as if she were trying to get it off too, and Laura quickly obliged her by hurriedly lifting it over her head and throwing it across the small entryway. As she hurriedly unfastened her scrunched-up bra, which Shontay had roughly pulled up to expose her breasts, she heard the door key she had hidden there clatter against the hardwood floor as it fell. Quickly Shontay's own fingers ran feverishly over Laura's skin too, digging into Laura's flesh.

Laura slid up again, sucking her neck, kissing her ear, her cheek, her jaw, gently pinching Shontay's saliva-wet nipples.

"I want you," she breathed.

"Fuck you," Shontay glowered at her, turning her head. "Don't you touch me."

"What if I do?"

"I'll kill you." Shontay slid the fingers of both hands into Laura's hair again as a threat.

"I'll fuck you."

"I'll kill you. You cunt."

She bucked her body, trying to throw Laura off, pulling Laura's hair again too, but not as roughly as before. Laura was very preoccupied in struggling out of her own jeans, and her panties, but she cried out as the fiery pain in her scalp flared yet again.

"Ohhnnnggaaiiieeee! Oh shit! Don't you ever stop? Owwwwwcchhh! That hurts!"

"Get off me... you cunt."

By now they were both completely naked, except for Shontay's panties, pale violet beauties that matched the bra Laura had destroyed. Laura slid her hands down the girl's long, smooth body to them, but immediately Shontay tightened her grip on Laura's hair, actually yanking Laura's head up so that Laura was face to face with her.

"Don't you touch me," she warned.

Looking directly into her eyes, Laura slid her fingers under the elastic band, down to one of Shontay's gorgeous tight little hard round buns. She cradled it in her palm, squeezing it gently. She could even feel a little warm cunt juice from Shontay's inflamed quim dripping down onto this delightful ripe globe of flesh, which moistened her fingers. Oh god, she wants it as much as I do! Laura realized.

She leaned forward again, mashing the entire length of her naked body into Shontay's, noticing that she had left a little mark on Shontay's long, spectacular neck earlier, sucking it again in the same spot, sucking harder this time, so that Shontay began to squirm again under her, and again relaxed her fingers in Laura's hair.

"Unhhh! Don't do that! Unhhh! Laura... stop..."

"You... want it," Laura panted. "Just like... me."

"No," Shontay gasped, now panting too, still struggling under Laura, but writhing excitedly more than trying to escape. "No... don't touch me... ohhhhhh!"

Laura breathed a hot stream of air into her ear. At the same time, she pulled Shontay's panties down, down, down her thighs, down to her knees, which required her momentarily to slide further down the girl's long body. Shontay's long, scissoring legs were like the blades of some deadly piece of machinery, kicking and jerking at intervals up into the air.

Laura slid down, pinning the girl's thrashing legs under her, and forcibly tore Shontay's panties down and off her feet. Oh god, I want to eat her pussy, she realized, suddenly inhaling the hot, pungent odors of Shontay's aroused slit, but she knew it was too risky, since Shontay was still seething with anger. Instead, Laura slid back up, embracing her, pinning her to the floor, but dropping one hand again to Shontay's thighs, dipping it between them.

"Laura, don't you touch me!" Shontay whimpered, suddenly letting her torso fall back to the floor, her fingers now running in a frenzy over Laura's bare shoulders, then digging into Laura's back. "Don't you touch me! No!"

Laura slid two fingers up into the soupy crease of Shontay's sweet, small pussy almost before Shontay knew what was happening.

"Ahhnngggg!" Shontay gagged softly, arching her back slightly so that her small, lovely breasts bobbed in circles.

Even though they had shared some hot sex, Laura knew Shontay had never been this wet before. Not with me, at least. God, she's flooding, Laura thought. Her fingers were slathered with warm slippery fluids as she twisted them inside the tight, warm, very wet channel. Gee, I could fist fuck her, Laura thought, but knew she had better not. It was bad enough that they had struggled so hard to get to this point without adding a fresh perversity to shock and repel Shontay further.

But she didn't mind taunting her a little.

"You want me to fuck you," she chanted softly, beginning to move her hand, to rub one knuckle up against Shontay's clit, to apply clever pressure that would increase Shontay's need.