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Joining the District Attorney's office hadn't exactly been a dream for Toni Minelli. But after graduating from law school she figured her best bet to get lots of trial experience was there.
She got exactly what she wanted, though she, like the rest of the staff were tremendously overworked. There was little time for socializing during work hours, but it was standard procedure to go out for a few drinks with the guys after work, and that included Carla Jones.
Carla was a tall black woman. She had broad shoulders and a powerful build. She had little patience with fools, tossing her shoulder length hair and sniffing scornfully whenever anyone said something she dissproved of... which was often.
She seemed to dissaprove of Toni from the start. That might just have been Toni's imagination, or it might have been the way she was brought up. Toni's Italian father thought blacks were only slightly above animals on the evolutionary scale, and sometimes Toni agreed.
She herself wasn't much over five feet, slender and small- hipped. She had large breasts, but everything else about her was petite, including her small round face. She had black hair, though unlike Carla's curls her hair was straight and short, not quite touching her shoulders.
As the days passed Toni began to lose some of the wariness and uneasiness she felt around the black woman.
After all, they were the only two women in the office and it was only natural for them to stick together to some extent. So when Carla offered her a ride home after a drinking bout she didn't think too long before saying yes.
She didn't live far and it would save a ride on the subway. Not many New Yorkers had cars, unless they lived in the suburbs. Neither of them did.
Toni slumped in the seat, feeling okay as they moved slowly through the traffic. Just one more day to go and it would be her weekend.
She hadn't thought about it until they arrived at her building, and there happened to be an empty space right out front, but then it only seemed natural to invite Carla up for a drink. She hadn't thought Carla would accept. She'd been polite, and friendly, but nothing more since the first day they'd met.
However, Carla nodded and agreed with a shrug. That was when the tingling started in Toni's belly. They didn't talk much as they moved upwards in the elevator. She lived on the fourteenth floor and the ride in the old elevator was uncomfortably long.
Then she hurried out as the doors opened on her floor. The hall was narrow and musty as she moved to her door and unlocked it. She pushed in and Carla followed, showing no sign of anything aside from a little curiosity.
"Nice place," she said, looking around at the little apartment.
"Thanks. I put a lot of work into it."
The open door of the bedroom was right next to the bathroom and you had to pass both to get into the living room.
"I live in a bachelor apartment."
"Oh yeah? Well, this place is pretty cheap, really."
"Yeah, you got lucky."
"Coffee or something else?"
"Got a beer?"
Toni found herself fumbling with the bottle opener, her stomach clenching anxiously as she opened it and then opened another for herself. She cursed herself silently, clenching her jaw as she lifted the two bottles and took them into the combination living room, dining room.
The only place to sit down in the little living room was a love seat and that was where Carla was sitting as she leafed through some magazines on Toni's coffee table. Toni sat next to her, handing her the beer. Carla took it with an absent minded thanks.
They chatted idly about work and the job for about half an hour. Toni was too hyper to really concentrate on what Carla was saying at first, but the woman's non-chalant, casual air gradually began to calm her as she realized that, whatever she might be feeling, Carla was not.
Carla was sitting on her right, and both of them were sitting forward on the couch. Toni's stomach had just about returned to normal when Carla casually reached across with a finger and slid it under Toni's bangs, sliding them back out of her eyes.
If she'd been hooked up to a blood pressure monitor the thing would have shot through the roof. She could hear her heart pounding as he pulse shot up. She sat back against the back of the couch, looking down at her hands, which were anxiously clasped together in her lap.
Then Carla reached forward again, this time her hand gently shoving Toni's thick dark hair back over her forehead. She didn't say anything. Toni was talking at the moment about a professor at law school. Her voice went up several pitches but she doggedly continued, pretending an ease and non-chalance she did not feel.
Then as she looked up she realized that Carla's face was much closer to hers as the woman leaned across towards her. Toni stammered, losing her train of thought, her head pulling back as Carla's moved forward.
Then Carla's lips pressed softly against hers. She didn't react at all, but she felt a bolt of searing fire burn into her system at the touch of Carla's lips. Carla pulled back, staring into Toni's white face with a quirky smile.
Then she leaned forward again, their lips joining, the kiss long, deep, passionate, but again, one sided. Toni was sweating, her hands fidgeting in her lap, her heart thumping in her chest.
Carla pulled her lips back as Toni stared into her eyes, mesmerized. She trembled weakly as Carla brought her hand up and caressed her cheek. Then the hand slid down onto the side of her neck, then over her shoulder, then down onto her left breast, cupping it gently, then squeezing it.
Carla brought both her hands to the buttons down the front of Toni's shirt, undoing them one by one until she got to the one just above the waistband of Toni's pants. She pulled the shirt apart, revealing Toni's lacy pink bra.
Toni blushed as Carla popped the catch at the center of her bra and pulled the cups apart. Her breasts were hot and swollen, her nipples pointing out stiffly.
Carla's right hand slid in and onto her left breast, caressing it gently, sliding under the rounded orb, rubbing the underside as she cupped it. Toni stared down at the hand on her breast as if spellbound.
Then Carla tilted her head up, her hand under her chin. Again she pressed her lips against Toni's, her tongue sliding into Toni's mouth as she leaned further into her. She kissed a soft trail down along the nape of Toni's neck, then further, her face dropping to the younger woman's chest.
She pulled the shirt further apart, then slid her tongue onto Toni's left nipple. Toni gasped, her body jolted by the contact, her breathing getting more and more heavy and ragged. Carla's left arm slid around her shoulder as her tongue lapped at one nipple, then the other.
She closed her lips around the left nipple and sucked gently as Toni moaned weakly above her, arching her back involuntarily.
Carla pulled back then, her lips sliding back onto Toni's as her hand slid up and down Toni's smooth, white belly. She deftly popped the catch of Toni's pants, then slid inside, her fingers moving into her panties and over her hot, tangled mass of curly cunt hair, down between her sweating thighs.
"Ohhh!" Toni gasped as she felt the woman's hand slide over her bare pussy. She was gasping for breath, on the verge of hyper- ventilating as her body was racked by tremors of lust and anxiety.
"Relax," Carla whispered, her lips nuzzling at her throat. Her fingers slid up and down the narrow cleft between Toni's pubic lips, searching for and finding the hard little clitty. Toni's back arched again as Carla's fingers ground together around her little bud and drove her to a convulsive orgasm.
She jerked hard against the other woman's body, her head smashing back against the seat back as she groaned low and long. She stiffened, then relaxed, then stiffened again, her body arching hard as her cunt ground down against Carla's fingers.
Her head reeled as the orgasmic ecstasy washed over her and left her a panting mass of quivering flesh and exposed nerve endings. She felt, rather than saw Carla pull her shirt out of her pants and shove it back over her shoulders. Then the black woman tugged her pants and panties down her legs, pulling them off and leaving her naked.
Again her skin began to flush as the black woman began to idly stroke her exposed flesh. Still fully clothed, Carla looked down at Toni's naked body, her eyes shifting back and forth.
Toni had slumped down on the couch, and with her legs spread far, Carla had no difficulty palming her sweating, drooling cunt mound, rubbing it as she leaned over and kissed Toni with numerous little pecks.
She turned her and then pushed her down on her back on the couch, spreading her legs as she knelt between them. She pried Toni's moist cunt lips apart and gazed into the soft pink flesh inside.
Then her tongue drove into the hot cleft, sliding up and down its tight length, lapping at her fuck-hole, slurping out the copious wet fuck-honey from her burning cunt box. She ran her tongue all around the pulpy cunt mound, slurping along the outside of the lips, then running it up and down the inside.
She saved her clitty for last however, then held her cunt lips apart as she began to lap and suck at the exposed little bud. Toni yelped and whined, her hips bucking upwards as she came again, She mewled in anxious delirium as bolt after bolt of gut wrenching sensations of raw, carnal energy slashed into her cunt.
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