Chapter 278

About noon the same day Laura got a message from the mail room that a package had been delivered addressed to her. Since they were shorthanded, she would have to wait for them to deliver it; or, she could come downstairs herself to get it. Intrigued, since she was not expecting anything, Laura took the elevator down.

The package, it turned out, was from Bailey Banks & Biddle, a high-class jeweler. Rather than open it in the mail room, Laura acted nonchalant and returned with it to her office. There, with the door partially closed, she ripped off the expensive silver wrapping paper and opened the small box. Inside it was a sterling silver tennis bracelet with 12 small blue sapphires set at precise intervals along the strand.

Laura was dazzled, so overcome by pleasure and surprise that for a moment she forgot to check the card, which was attached to the box top. Quickly, she opened it.

Laura,

Just a little token. I had fun. Stephanie could only hope to be as good as you. See you soon. (I didn't have it inscribed so your sweetie pie can't get jealous.)

Amber

Laura's heart fluttered. She felt light-headed and had to sit down. It wasn't a question of 'love' or deep emotion. She didn't feel for Amber what she felt for Sara, and she knew Amber didn't feel that way either. But it was so touching, nonetheless. They had hit it off right away, so simply. They were so relaxed together, after the initial skittishness; and the sex was scorching. Laura couldn't help reliving some of it as she sat there holding the bracelet.

She didn't have long to mull it over though, because her phone interrupted her reverie. It was Brad Dickinson, the mayoral candidate, the guy who had tried to pick her up at the Palace Hotel party before Amber had succeeded.

"I hope you don't mind if I call you at work," he said. "I got your phone number from Wendy Small. She said she's known you for years and you wouldn't mind."

"I... don't mind," Laura said in a soft, reserved voice.

"I know it seems kind of forward, but I can't get you out of my head. I looked around for you all evening. I guess you left early."

"I had... another matter I had to attend to," Laura said equivocally.

"Look, why don't you let me buy you a drink after work. Better yet, how about dinner. I have a table at Fleur de Lys that I can get any time. How about it? I'd love to wine and dine you."

You'd like to wine and fuck me, Laura thought, raising one eyebrow. On the other hand, the guy was very handsome and rich and powerful. She had been ignoring her mild bisexual tendencies for quite a while now, though the feel of a good, vigorous, hard cock hammering your pussy was not an unwelcome experience, at times.

"I'm sorry, I have a date tonight," she said, evenly. It was true. Sara and she would be screwing like bunnies by seven o'clock.

He didn't seemed bothered by this. "Maybe next week."

"Maybe."

Laura enjoyed being coy. She twirled the tennis bracelet in two fingers. I'm very popular all of a sudden, she thought.

"I hate to wait all the way until next weekend," Brad said. "How about the middle of the week? Say, Tuesday evening."

Since she and Sara never saw one another during the week, Laura was very tempted. Amber would be gone. Sara would be on hold. Dee Dee was too dangerous, and Shontay had moved to France. Why not, she kept wondering. Why not.

"Why not," she said softly.

"Great. I'll pick you up right there where you work, about six. How's that?"

"Fine," Laura smiled. "See you then."

Her weekend with Sara was full of everything she could have hoped: scintillating, heart-stopping sex, though not as much of it as usual, happy sleeping and dozing together, intent movie watching, relaxed dining. She did not think about Amber Grant, or Brad Dickinson, once.

This time they had spent the weekend in Sara's apartment, and when Laura returned home about seven o'clock on Sunday night she saw someone sitting on the steps leading up to the door of her condo. She didn't know whether to be worried or frightened or not, but as she drew closer she saw that it was Dawn.

"What a surprise," she said happily. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you. What does it look like? I guess you've been out screwing somewhere," Dawn grinned her suggestive half-grin. "You sure smell like it."

Laura knew this was a lie. She and Sara had both showered before she left, and she knew she was clean as a whistle. It was just Dawn's way of showing her little jealousy.

Laura stepped around her and unlocked the door. Under her breath, she said, "If you don't get inside here where I can kiss you quick, we're going to give the neighbors a big shock."

Dawn's black eyes flickered with happiness. She stood up and followed Laura inside. "Is that all you want to do, kiss me? You haven't seen me for about two months?"

Laura locked the door, bolted it, then pushed Dawn back against it, grabbing her face in both hands and kissing her ravenously. "I want to do everything to you," she murmured, sucking her very black neck.

Dawn was already breathing hard, but giggling and twisting too against the door. "Laura," she tried to push Laura away, laughing. "Laura... you're a sex maniac."

"I want your body," Laura panted playfully, but seriously too, slipping her hands under Dawn's shirt, pulling it out from her pants, getting her palms on that wonderful, delicious smooth warm flesh. "I want your body."

Dawn gave her a throaty giggle, delighted to be so desired, meeting Laura's mouth again with her own in a wet, hungry kiss. "Down girl," she broke it off, laughing. "You're a rapist. You're a sex fiend."

"I want you, I want your body," Laura panted, unbuttoning the front of Dawn's shirt rapidly.

Laura was almost surprised herself at the heat of her attack. At first she had only been playing, but just the feel of Dawn's warm smooth flesh and incredibly soft, deeply black skin against her lips was enough to light the fires quickly all over her body. Since over the weekend Sara had got her period on the second day, they had not had their usual prolonged and sweetly exhausting sex. In fact, Laura realized, she had had only two orgasms all weekend, though that was hardly a reason to be sexually assaulting the lovely Dawn like a sex-starved demon.

But she knew they were both enjoying it. Even though Dawn was making mild protests, still laughing, she was also aroused. Anyway, Laura knew she had come here to be fucked. That was what her 'Is that all you want to do, kiss me?' remark had been about. She simply had not expected Laura to begin ripping off her clothes the moment the door closed behind her.

By now, Laura was unfastening the buttons, and doing it so hastily, so urgently, that she was on the verge of ripping them out. Dawn was wearing one of the white men's shirts she often wore, Robert's shirts, which Laura had taken off her before. The stark white of the fabric contrasted brilliantly, stirringly, with the deep blue-black of her smooth skin, a phenomenon that always made a hot, frantic pulse leap up deep in Laura's pussy.

"Laura... Laura," Dawn panted, still laughing softly. "You're gonna rip this shirt."

"I'll buy another one for you," Laura panted, now, having exposed the deep cleavage between Dawn's large breasts, pressing her lips into it, frantically continuing to undo the lower buttons. "Robert will never know."

Now Dawn laughed louder, a sharp, explosive laugh. "Robert ain't gonna care. He's gone. He's history. He moved to L.A. to work in his brother's business. Oh god, Laura, that feels pretty good."

Now Laura had the shirt off. Her hands and her mouth were all over Dawn's near-naked upper body. She was kissing her throat, her collarbones, her smooth upper chest, the upper slopes of her breasts, breasts that she, Laura, had feasted on in the past and could not wait to expose again to her hungry mouth. Again she seared Dawn's mouth with her own, kissing her greedily, while reaching behind her and unfastening her bra, finally freeing the marvelous large round globes.

This time Dawn, who had stopped laughing, was kissing her back heatedly, and as the clasp of her bra came free in Laura's fingers, she suddenly moved her mouth to the side of Laura's head and slithered her tongue into Laura's ear.

"Ahhhh!" Laura gasped in surprise and pleasure as a squirt of sexual fire shot through her body.

"I've been dreaming of fucking with you," Dawn whispered.

"Your dreams are about to come true," Laura panted, pulling back and taking Dawn's loose bra with her, flinging it aside and filling her eager hands with the marvelous springy round balls of Dawn's breasts.

She buried her face between them, lightly pinching Dawn's large soft black nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, at the same time gently easing Dawn down the door to the floor. The entryway was tiled but Laura had bought a large, thick-piled throw rug for the area just next to the door, and they settled onto it, with Laura's hand already groping for Dawn's zipper even as her mouth roamed hungrily all over Dawn's naked breasts.

Again Dawn was laughing softly, but now she too was plucking at Laura's clothes, pulling up the hem of Laura's sweatshirt, trying to get Laura undressed too.

"Don't you want to go in the bedroom?" she laughed/whimpered, panting through her laughter.

"Can't wait," Laura gasped, holding one luscious deeply black breast in both of her hands and running the tip of her tongue all around Dawn's large coal-black areola, until the telltale little bumps began to appear on the silky skin. "I want you."

Dawn pulled Laura's sweatshirt up until Laura had to drop the breast for a minute to raise her arms and let it come completely off. She was wearing no bra under it, and Dawn quickly was squeezing and tweaking her naked breasts too.

"Let me suck you too," she panted to Laura.

"No, me first," Laura grinned, pushing her down, again cradling the breast she had been compelled to release in both her hands, lashing Dawn's wet black nipple with her tongue, then sucking it all the way into her mouth.

"Uhhh!" Dawn gasped softly. "God, I love how you do it so hard."

Laura had not even noticed that she was sucking Dawn's delicious, plump nipple especially hard. She was so consumed by fresh, feverish lust for her gleaming black body that she realized she was nearly inhaling it.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Dawn whimpered softly, throwing her head back, then lifting it again and helping by holding Laura's head in her hands as Laura moved over to her other breast and began sucking her other nipple in the same way.

This time Laura gave her a hint of teeth, sinking them lightly into Dawn's thick, stippled areola, feeling her body stiffen infinitesimally. Ordinarily, with her other women, Laura was careful, especially at first, but she knew that Dawn was a perverted slut like she herself who loved it hot and wild, even rough. And the half-demented mewling she heard in response to the feel of her teeth sinking even gently into Dawn's nipple only confirmed her attitude.

"Oh god, Laura, take your clothes off too!" Dawn suddenly gasped, now tearing at Laura's jeans, whereas before she had only been touching or pulling them. "I need to feel you against me. It's been so long!"

"I know," Laura panted feverishly, quickly unzipping her jeans and struggling out of them and her panties, while also trying to help Dawn out of hers.

In seconds they were naked, and they coiled together, kissing passionately, running their hands all over each other, as if they had never touched each other's naked body before. Now that Laura was naked too, Dawn's mouth and hands were all over her flesh, and Dawn was sucking her nipples too, then biting her neck.

"Oh! Ungghhh!" Laura groaned, feeling Dawn's hand between her thighs, pushing them open, finding the wet runny gash between them. "Unhh! Oh yes!"

Dawn slid two fingers up into Laura's pussy, which was frothing and creaming so copiously that the warm juices seemed to flow over her hand. She pumped Laura hard with her hand for a few seconds, and Laura grunted and undulated, nearly losing it. But she was not about to give in. Her desire for Dawn's body was equally fierce.

She had to have every inch of the girl. They squirmed together heatedly, but Laura managed to roll Dawn onto her back and again began devouring her sleek naked flesh, working her way down Dawn's body quickly, sliding between her thighs while letting her lips roam excitedly over the hard planes of her coal-black stomach, on which Laura had rubbed her own pussy into delirious ecstasies in the past.

"Ohhh honey... too long, too long!" she moaned softly, sucking the inner flesh of Dawn's black thighs, then happily giggling as she noticed the thick black patch of pubic hair that had never been there before, at least when she was doing this. "Oh, you let it grow for me!"

Dawn was delirious with sexual excitement, her body churning, her eyes fiery, but she smiled her patented half-smile down at Laura, the little crescents in her cheeks at the sides of her mouth suddenly making an appearance. "When Robert left, I let it go. Anyway..." she panted, "you said you wanted to rub your nose in it."

Laura was already doing it. She had always thought it bizarre that Dawn had shaved herself anyway. Robert was a nice, decent, bland fellow, but he didn't seem to exert enough power over her to make her do this. Now that he had moved away, she had 'gone natural' again, and Laura was in seventh heaven, nuzzling the glistening filaments of black hair and inhaling the fresh, murky, steamy odors of Dawn's aroused and inflamed pussy.

But she could not keep her mouth from Dawn's delectable, festering quim for long. Even though Laura tended to soar into worshipful rhapsodies over each beautiful vagina she discovered, Dawn's had always been perfection to her, a sculptured black-edged seashell with inner wet folds of deep coral, the thick inner lips ascending and converging on an exquisite little black hood sheltering the small dark pink bead of her clit, just waiting for Laura's tongue to find it. When you pulled open the outer lips, as Laura was now doing, it was like an embedded wet, pulpy red mouth of raw glistening flesh, all runny and gooey and inviting. Laura rapidly slid her tongue all the way into it.

She didn't eat Dawn's sweet, oozing pussy so much as hungrily assault it, sucking it and burrowing her mouth in deep, slurping, driving her tongue up into the squirmy, slippery, tangy pit of it. And since Dawn was very much like Laura in that she usually came fairly quickly, at least the first time, and since writhing together on the floor was not exactly a tranquil moment of shared meditation for them but rather a fierce, urgent sexual struggle, she began to moan and quiver violently almost immediately.

"Ohhnnn! Oh Laura! Unh! Unh!"

"Yes... yes!" Laura half-growled, devouring her burbling wet slit. "Yes!"

"Oh!"

Laura often wanted things to go on forever, but she knew this wasn't the end of it but the beginning. She wanted Dawn to come fast, and knew it would happen in only seconds. She slid a finger up into the warm, oily channel of Dawn's delicious pussy and fucked her with it very fast while also sucking Dawn's clit thirstily, little hood and all.

"Oh!" Dawn began to come, a swift, crushing blow. "Ummnngghhh! Auuggnhh! Oh... oh shit, Laura... oh... auungghhhh!"

Her strong, athletic body surged momentarily off the throw rug, stiffening and shaking, then collapsed back to the floor in sharp spasms as Laura continued to suck her and let her down gently. It was a short, quick, but piercing orgasm, over quickly, but leaving Dawn gasping and bleary-eyed as Laura quickly straddled her, pushing her own wet, throbbing, gaping pussy into Dawn's hard stomach.

She even reached down, almost frantically, to spread her warm, greasy cunt lips open widely so that she could feel Dawn's silky skin against the inner wet raw meat of her aching slit. By now Dawn had returned to consciousness enough to realize what Laura was doing. Her black eyes flickered both with temporary sexual satiety and delighted pleasure as she stroked Laura's naked thighs with her long, slender black fingers. Slowly, she started undulating her body under Laura, so that her stomach muscles rose up into Laura's slowly sliding wet pussy.

"You've been dying to fuck my tummy, haven't you?" she grinned up at Laura, who was already approaching ninth heaven, her eyes rolling, her body quaking inwardly.

"Unngghh!" Laura responded incoherently, her long hair waving wildly behind her back as she rocked and pumped vigorously.

She knew she was going to come quickly too, just as quickly as Dawn had. The only thing she didn't know was how quickly. Suddenly she felt a spurt of flame shoot up through her pussy and stream through her whole body. Then a sharp, physical shock wrenched her so violently that it threw her forward, so that Dawn had to reach up and clutch her to keep her from falling.

"Auungghhh!" she groaned. "AUUNGGHHHH!"

Without knowing it, she went briefly crazy, grabbing Dawn's ribcage with both frantic hands and jamming her slippery pussy into the hard, smooth muscles of Dawn's wet stomach, even grunting and snuffling in a fierce fit of lust as the last dying spasms of a thrilling, short, unexpectedly powerful orgasm dissipated. The craziness lasted only a few brief seconds, and she came rapidly back to consciousness to find Dawn holding her breasts, looking up at her in amazement, as if Laura had exhibited a species of demented lust she had never seen in anyone.

Feeling a little shocked herself by her wildness and loss of control, Laura shook her head to clear out the cobwebs, then smiled down weakly. "I'm... sorry. I guess I lost it there for a moment."

A broad grin broke out on Dawn's face, not her usual half-grin. She squeezed Laura's small breasts with her long black fingers. "I guess you did," she laughed. She brushed her thumbs across Laura's nipples, still wildly sensitive after this shocking explosion. "You want to lean down a minute so I can lick these beauties, which you never gave me a chance to do?"

Laura grabbed her by the wrists and pushed Dawn's palms hard into her breasts. "Come in the bedroom with me and let's do it right."

Dawn giggled softly as they disentangled their bodies and helped each other up from the throw rug in front of the door. Their clothes were scattered everywhere. "Looks like we already did it right to me," she laughed.

But Laura was not interested in pausing. She did not know exactly why, but her body was feverish with desire for Dawn. She had just climaxed fairly violently, but it was as if it never happened. Her hunger was immense. She grabbed one of Dawn's hands and pulled her toward the hallway.

"Come on," she panted. "Hurry."

"I'm comin'... I'm comin'..."

In the bedroom, Laura tore off the bedspread and blanket and pulled Dawn down with her on the sheet. As usual, the sight of the crisp white sheet against Dawn's incredibly blue-black, silky smooth skin was almost enough to make her overflow with another surge of sexual rapture on the spot. They kissed and coiled together, now kissing slowly, not as urgently as before, letting their tongues slide and slither together.

"That's more like it," Dawn breathed, stroking Laura's body tenderly. "Slow down a little, okay? I ain't going anywhere. I came here to do just this. I missed you, Laura."

"Eeuuuwww! Your tummy is all clammy now," Laura made a face. "Let me dry it off."

Dawn crinkled her nose. "You get carried away. By my fantastic bod. Let's both dry it off. Get a towel."

Laura shook her head. "Use part of the sheet. I'll change them later. And you do have a fantastic bod. It just makes me quiver with desire."

Dawn almost blushed, though she was coal black. "There you go again. Nobody ever said the things to me that you do, Laura. Here, you wipe it off. Don't quiver."

"I might kiss it, though."

"You kiss everything. I'm surprised you don't kiss the soles of my feet, or between my toes."

"Now that you mention it, maybe I will. I could just eat you alive."

Dawn was silent, looking down, while Laura carefully wiped the pussy juices off her stomach with the edge of the sheet. Of course, Laura could not stop there. She had just rubbed her clit into a stunning, violent orgasm on this hard, smooth, very black stomach. She could not now keep her mouth off it.

She licked and kissed the smooth, dark expanse of Dawn's stomach slowly, sensually, kissing her way along the sides of Dawn's ribcage, letting her lips roam the faint creases between each rib, then slowly returning to Dawn's navel, frenching it, growing more passionate.

"You have the most beautiful body," she murmured as she kissed it. "I've missed your body so much."

Dawn was panting again so hard that she could barely speak, her stomach now rising and falling rapidly under Laura's lips. "God, Laura, nobody fucks like you do. Nobody."

Laura couldn't prevent herself from heading south again, her nostrils filled with the steamy, thick odors of Dawn's reawakened pussy. But Dawn pulled her up forcibly until they were face to face.

"Whoa there, Laura," she laughed softly. "Not so fast. We got time."

"Who've you been fucking that isn't as good as me?" Laura asked her, petulantly. "Nobody can appreciate this gorgeous body the way I can. It was made for love."

Dawn smiled innocently. "Since Robert left, Tamara and I have been sharing the apartment," she said, meaningfully. "You aren't going to be jealous of her, are you?"

Laura shook her head. "How could I be."

"She loves to do it... but she's a little inhibited, if you know what I mean."

Laura nodded. "I do know."

Dawn bared her teeth in a mock savage way and gave Laura a small, sexy growl. "You aren't, though."

"No... I'm not."

"Then, you remember that Vietnamese girl I mentioned to you once, the one who was in one of my classes out at State?"

How much had happened in so short a time, Laura reflected. Laura recalled having been really jealous when Dawn had mentioned this girl, a few months back. That's when I was madly in love with her, she thought. Now I'm madly in love with Sara. How things have changed.

And yet she knew perfectly how it had all happened. Dawn had been preoccupied with school, and somewhat with Robert, then with Tamara. There was room for Laura, and Dawn certainly reveled in the way Laura felt about her, but Laura was sometimes made to wait. Laura's attention had drifted, and Sara had swum into view. Her instant emotional as well as physical connection with Sara had been overwhelming, compelling.

Dawn didn't seem to care too much about it. She wanted Laura purely for hot moments like this, and Laura could not quarrel with that motive at all. Still, she feigned the same jealousy for a few moments, as if unable to resist the opportunity.

"Oh god, not her," she said, making a long face.

Dawn smirked. "Yes, her. Her name is Hanh Chu, which means 'special gift, ' or something like that. Isn't that a pretty name? Actually she goes by Hannah instead, just to Americanize it, I guess. But I call her Hanh." Now Dawn bent her head toward Laura and assumed a playfully conspiratorial whisper. "Her real name is Hanh Phuc Chu. So I told her, but only after I knew her better, 'I'd like to Phuc Chu, Hanh.' God, we laughed!"

Laura even laughed to hear it. She could see the sparkle in Dawn's eyes. How could she be jealous of anyone who could put it there?

"I guess you two have some pretty hot times in the sack, eh?" she said, cynically.

"Actually, they're more like 'sweet times, '" Dawn said. "She's very soft and shy and gentle. I can't really ask her to do any of the kinds of things we do."

"Which brings us to why you're here," Laura said.

"Exactly," Dawn gave her the half-grin. "Sometimes I just need... the old scorched earth policy."

Laura embraced her and rubbed their naked bodies suggestively together, kissing Dawn's ear, her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. "Tell me what you had in mind."

Dawn looked briefly dreamy-eyed, as if she had rehearsed this moment in her fantasies a thousand times. "Actually, I had in mind that time when you tied up my titties and fucked me hard with that double doer, the one that goes in both places. You don't know how much mileage I've got out of that one. First, I came like the world was ending when you did it to me. Then I came about five times afterward when I was alone in bed just remembering it. I mean five different times. Each one of those I probably came twice, at least. See, I can live for weeks on one of those."

Laura playfully poked her chin with a loose fist. "You little sicko. You just want me to satisfy your sick little perversions. Don't you know you're talking to the New Laura?"

Dawn raised one eyebrow. "Is she anything like the old Laura? The one who will do anything? The one who has a rope farm underneath her bed?"

In a flash she had rolled away from Laura, sliding off the bed, and was giggling and grinning on her knees, searching with one hand under the bed for the ropes. Knowing she would find nothing, Laura scooted over to the edge of the bed and watched intently, captivated as usual by the swaying, dangling globes of Dawn's enchanting naked breasts, her large black nipples shiny and swollen in the dim light. Dawn looked up at her from the floor, her face falling as she came up with nothing.

"Where'd you put them, Laura?" she whined. She looked truly, deeply disappointed, as if she had pegged a lot of hope on this. "How could you do this to me?"

Laura's lust was instantly jacked up to the wildly combustible point. Dawn was so amazingly desirable, sitting there on the floor on her knees, looking plaintively up at Laura on the bed, her naked, very black body sleek and gleaming, her sensual mouth pouting. She was about nineteen or twenty, but at this particular moment she looked about fifteen, fetching, innocent, but full of tempting, brash sensuality and fresh sexual mischief, reminding Laura of Mavis and Jane at that age, when they had snared Laura's heart (and her hungry pussy) forever with their adolescent charm.

This was swiftly turning into a wonderful little game. Laura compressed her lips tightly. "I'm not telling." She shook her head. "You won't get a thing out of me. This is the New Laura." Laura was being firm but had trouble not laughing.

Dawn knew it, Laura realized, but played along. She immediately leaped back up onto the bed, pouncing on Laura, wrestling her onto her back. "You bitch," she glowered, lowering her voice to a level of menacing threat. "Tell me where the rope is or I'll pinch your nipples."

"You wouldn't do that to me," Laura said, gazing up at her. "You love me."

Dawn snarled at her so convincingly that for a flash of a moment Laura wondered if she were serious instead of playful. Then a squirt of fire followed by a spark of devilish menace came into Dawn's eyes.

"Oh... you think so?"

She pinched each of Laura's nipples in her fingers and twisted them hard, sharply. The pain and shock was so sudden that Laura nearly rose up off the bed. Her nipples had not hurt so badly since the days when she and Karen had lovingly tortured each other's breasts.

"Anngghiieieeeee!" she cried out, writhing and twisting to get her body out from under Dawn's. "Oh god... you cunt! Let me go!"

But Dawn had now straddled her waist and was holding her down by pinning her wrists to the mattress. Dawn was a big, healthy, strapping young girl, strong and vigorous, and there was no way Laura could wriggle free. Also, in addition to the pain in her nipples, now waning, she had felt the peculiar sexual fire stirring deep inside her pussy that she and Karen had been seeking to arouse when they had succumbed to such things in the past. Her pussy was wet, and her body was throbbing. She was wildly, fiercely aroused.

Dawn was too. She was panting hard, and her eyes were fiery. Since she was pinning Laura's wrists to the mattress, her full, large breasts were swaying in Laura's face. Her thick, deeply black, swollen nipples were merely inches from Laura's lips. Laura chased them with her mouth, and Dawn swished them in her face, now diverging again toward her earlier playful mood, teasing Laura, tantalizing her.

"You bitch," she panted. "Tell me where that rope is, or you can't suck my nipples." She knew how much Laura loved sucking her nipples.

Bizarrely, since Laura had been holding out before, this threat was almost enough to make her crumble. She really wanted to get her mouth on one of those shiny, bulbous black nipples that kept sliding by just out of reach.

"In the closet," she gulped hoarsely, softly. "On the floor... the back."

She stopped wriggling, looking up pathetically into Dawn's eyes. Dawn's grip on her wrists relaxed too. She seemed to soften a little.

In one fluid motion, she released Laura's wrists and also lowered her body at the same time, actually mashing her naked breasts directly into Laura's face. Surprised and delighted, Laura quickly filled her hands with the luscious warm globes, turning her head slightly and filling her mouth finally with one of Dawn's large, swelling, silky nipples, swirling her tongue around it and sucking it in deep.