Chapter 107

Shocked, emotionally drained, and sexually overwrought, Laura locked the door and made herself another drink. She was very sad that this had happened, but in her experience--chiefly with Yvette, and Sholandra, and Jonelle--she had found that they always came back. Once they had tasted what Laura had to give them, they couldn't refuse it.

Would it happen with Trina? Things were so different with her, complicated by the memory of Rina. How true might it be that Laura was trying to sleep with Trina just to recapture her memory of Rina? Who wouldn't feel the way Trina did, in the same situation? Laura sympathized with her.

And yet the memory of her body, her naked breasts and huge nipples, wet and shiny with Laura's saliva, her beautiful face contorted in sexual pleasure, so reminiscent of Rina's, was enough to send Laura over the edge. She was already trembling with pent- up, unsatisfied lust, awakened during the sweet moments when she had been making love to Trina's breasts. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep without a release.

For the first time in months--she couldn't recall when she had last done it--she lowered the lamp and disrobed, lying full-length on the sofa. There, caressing her breasts, which had not felt Trina's mouth, and her pussy, which had not either, she brought herself to an orgasm in under a minute, a shuddering, gasping release that left her briefly in tears as she felt the deep contrast with what might have been.

The following days and nights she spent in a whirlwind of fucking with Yvette, and Sholandra especially, since Sholandra wasn't married, and therefore was easier to see. Anything to forget about the incident with Trina. She even had another marathon evening with Barbara, and was considering a call to Karen, especially to mention Chanitra's interest in another threeway, when one evening she herself got a call from Minneapolis.

"I'm dying to fuck you," a familiar husky voice breathed into the phone.

Laura was shocked and wildly aroused in the same instant. Kim went on without even saying hello or stopping.

"I dream of you all the time, my Stephanie, my own Stephanie Seymour but better looking, who fucked me and made me come a zillion times more than anyone ever had. I want to fuck you, Laura. I want to fuck you now."

"Kim?" Laura half-giggled, feeling her blood race at these words.

"Are you alone? You aren't lying there letting some tart lick your sweet sweet pussy, are you, while I'm stuck here alone in the snow in my apartment longing for you?"

"Kim, how great to hear from you," Laura said, meaning it. "If you were only closer, we could try to put each other in the hospital again."

"Mmmmm, maybe I could be. I've been saving my pennies. I could hop a flight to S.F. tonight. But I need a place to stay."

Laura's pulse shot up immediately. She remembered--who could forget--that Kim was like a bomb, just ticking, waiting to explode. The idea of spending a few days with her was enough to make your heart rate go off the chart.

"You know you can stay here," Laura said. "I may have to go to work once in a while, but there's plenty to do in this town."

"Lots of 'lesbians' live there, right?" Kim teased.

Laura flushed. "I'm... sorry. I have to draw the line. No one but me."

"You silly!" Kim giggled. "I don't want anyone but you. I want to run my tongue up and down in the wet slit of your delicious pink pussy, Laura. How does that sound?"

"When can you get here?"

"Tomorrow evening."

"I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Laura, I'm wet already," Kim whispered sexily into the phone.

"Me too," Laura breathed back, telling the truth.

And then, fortunately, she didn't have to distract herself while she waited, for Yvette phoned right after Kim, saying she had an hour and a half free while Arthur went to the gym and the baby was at her mother's. Could she come over? She did, and she and Laura nearly went up in flames, especially Laura, who was already aroused by her conversation with Kim.

The next day she picked up Kim at the airport. It was about dinner time as they drove in to the city.

"Want to pick up a bite to eat?" Laura asked.

For the first time, Kim touched her. She put her hand on Laura's knee and ran it quickly up under Laura's skirt, caressing Laura's thigh

"I want to eat your pussy," Kim said softly. "Nothing else."

"You'll make me have an accident."

"I want to feel it."

"Really. I can't drive if you--"

But Kim was not to be denied. Two of her long fingers slipped under the elastic of Laura's panties and then directly into Laura's very wet cunt.

"Unnhhh!" Laura gasped, holding the steering wheel tightly. "Kim! Please!"

"Pull over and I'll eat it now. Really."

"This is the freeway. You're crazy."

"A little. I never fucked anyone as good as you, Laura. Not before or since."

"I'm flattered. Ungghhh! Oh! God, that feels good."

"I can make you come like this."

"Please don't. I'll crash."

Slowly Kim removed her hand. "How long to your place."

"About another ten minutes."

"Maybe you'd like to see mine. I mean, while you drive, you can just glance over now and then, you know."

"You really are crazy," Laura said softly, smiling.

Kim was wearing a miniskirt, showing off her spectacular long, thin, bronze legs. She had the longest legs of any girl Laura had ever slept with, even longer than Yvette's. In the airport, people ran into each other while looking at Kim's legs. Laura could not keep her eyes off them.

Now Kim hiked up her short skirt, then slid her panties down her thighs to her ankles, then slipped them over her high heels and off. Laura, eyes glued to the road, nevertheless took quick glances. Kim spread her thighs and ran one long finger up and down the wet, glistening crease of her pussy. Laura's hot blood hammered in her throat.

She swallowed. "You have such a beautiful pussy," she whispered.

Kim's finger came to the top of her slit, and swirled around over her clit. "Oh!" she gasped softly.

"God, you're driving me crazy," Laura said. "I'm going to have a wreck."

"Don't," Kim pouted. "Then I won't be able to press this hot little pussy of mine against yours."

Laura almost felt dizzy. She was so aroused, she could barely drive. Clenching her teeth, she managed to get them to her apartment in almost half the time.

"Put your panties back on," she said. "We're here."

"Oh, I don't need to," Kim breathed. "I'll just stick them in my bag."

Laura could feel her own pussy flooding with juice as they rode together up in the elevator. She knew Kim had no panties on under her miniskirt, and it aroused her wildly. She was glad there was no other person in the elevator, but on the other hand was nervous that Kim would try to kiss her. Kim was totally wild and unpredictable.

Finally, they reached Laura's floor.

"Wow, nice building," Kim said. "You must have a great job to be able to afford this."

Laura smiled tightly as she let them into her apartment. Kim winked at her when they were inside, her green eyes glowing like a cat's.

"Lock it tight, Laura. I don't want anybody to interrupt what I'm going to do to you."

Laura threw the deadbolt, then pushed Kim back against the door, bringing her mouth close to Kim's. "What about what I'm going to do to you?"

"Me first."

"It's my place."

Kim's eyes burned with sex. In Laura's experience, only Karen was equally intense, and then only when she had given in to her craving for pain, and the fierce orgasms it induced in her.

"I guess we'll have to do it to each other," Kim whispered, her eyes falling to Laura's lips.

They kissed for the first time since Dallas, and it was like two famished tigresses suddenly unleashed on each other. Laura was glad she was wearing an old blouse, because Kim ripped it while trying to get it off. She herself tore a button from Kim's top. Their mouths devoured each other.

"Let's go in the bedroom," she panted. "If anyone's in the hall, they might hear us."

Kim followed her. Laura closed the door. They tore at one another again. Kim nearly tore Laura's bra too.

"No... let me," Laura gasped.

She reached behind to unfasten it. Kim bit her neck.

"Ouch! Shit! Did you have to do that?"

She dropped her bra, and Kim grabbed both of her naked breasts, dropping her mouth to them, sucking one of Laura's nipples hard.

"I love these," she panted, slurping and sucking them urgently.

"Oh god... girl!" Laura moaned. "Ohhhnnn!"

She managed to get Kim's bra unfastened while Kim was sucking her. She got her hands on the small, firm, golden breasts, pinching the brown silky nipples gently.

"Do it harder... do it harder," Kim panted to her.

Laura pulled her over to the bed. By now, Kim had unzipped Laura's skirt and pulled it off too. Her fingers tore at Laura's panties. Laura skimmed them off. Then she quickly removed Kim's miniskirt, and they both were totally naked.

If anything, this only made them more eager. Now Laura got her mouth on Kim's breasts, sucking Kim's nipples hungrily. Kim's hand found Laura's wet pussy and invaded it. She scissored Laura's excited clit between her fingers.

"Unhh!" Laura gasped.

"I want to eat your pussy!" Kim whispered urgently.

She was not to be denied. She slithered down between Laura's yawning thighs, and Laura groaned as she felt Kim's mouth assault her pussy passionately. Kim was an expert and forceful lover, using everything at her command. Her tongue penetrated Laura's pussy quickly, and her fingers caressed Laura's clit at the same time, while her other hand invaded the crease between Laura's buns to tease her asshole.

Few others did it so well, and in a matter of seconds Laura was quivering, arching her back, gyrating her hips frantically, her whole body filled with wild sexual need.

"Unnhh! Oh! Oh Kim ungghh! Oh... Jesus! Auungghh!" she panted, totally out of control.

"Laura Laura Laura," Kim mumbled, bringing Laura closer, closer.

In only about ninety seconds Laura came in shocking, piercing spasms. Her writhing, arching body shuddered as the jolts of her orgasm wrenched her.

"Auungghh! Oh... unngghhh yess! Ohnnggg god yes! Ungghh! Oh... Kim ungghh! Auungghh!" she cried out, thrashing in the sheets until it began to wane.

She was mildly shocked that after the past few days of heated fucking with both Sholandra and Yvette, and an especially incendiary hour-and-a-half with Yvette only yesterday, she could still come so violently, in her first moments with Kim. It showed both how excited Kim made her, and how good Kim was at fucking.

But now it was Laura's turn. Kim was glassy-eyed, her lips still smeared with Laura's cunt juices. Laura pulled her down into the rumpled sheets and kissed her aggressively.

"I'm going to eat you alive," she murmured.

Kim whimpered softly, surrendering her long, smooth, golden body to Laura, who explored every inch of it before arriving at Kim's long, sinuous, glistening pussy, a real work of art, which she could lick only a few seconds before Kim too erupted in a rich and extravagant orgasm. And Laura made her have two, not content to withdraw after the first one, but keeping up the pressure, tonguing Kim's clit and squeezing her small, tight buns, until Kim was gagging and squirming and wailing through a second convulsion of coming. Finally, she propped herself up on her elbows, still panting, her face a fetching mixture of satiation and bewilderment.

"Laura... sometimes I thought it was a dream, but I was right," she gasped softly. "Nobody ever fucked me like you do."

Now that the first urgent explosions were past, they could take their time. In the next twenty-four hours Laura turned off the phone and they tried to kill one another with fucking. They fucked with Kim's butterfly vibrator, and with Laura's bowed, four-pronged dildo, as well as using only their mouths and hands to bring each other to peaks of physical rapture that finally left them both sore and exhausted.

They agreed to rest for a while, a task made somewhat easier since Laura had to return to work, while Kim was staying two more days. She gave Kim a door key and went to the office smiling, wondering when she had last been fucked so often, so thoroughly, so expertly. Certainly never by a whirlwind like her, Laura thought. She's amazing, sort of a force of nature.

Just how much so, Laura discovered when she got home from work that evening. During the day, she had thought of nothing but coming home and feasting on Kim's beautiful, lean, golden body. It would be another night of torrid screwing, made sweeter by their day of abstinence.

"A friend of yours dropped by," Kim said innocently.

"Really? Who?"

"This gorgeous blonde woman. Rhonda. I let her in. Hope you don't mind."

"Rhonda?"

Kim looked away, her lovely face not exactly guilty, but secretive, and yet tempting Laura to probe further. She gets a kick out of making me jealous, Laura realized.

"You didn't let her--" Laura began, but she could see clearly from the burning, I-dare-you look in Kim's eyes that the worst she could fear was true.

"I... couldn't help it," Kim pouted. "She's really beautiful. With that great body and all. She fucks like a hot little bunny. But then you know that." Kim glared provocatively at Laura.

She's telling me that if I can fuck Rhonda, she can fuck Rhonda, Laura realized.

"Is there anybody you wouldn't fuck?" Laura laughed, scornfully.

"Somebody ugly, I guess," Kim said nonchalantly. She came over to Laura and tried to embrace her. "You aren't mad, are you?"

But Laura turned away from her. "You little tramp. Rhonda?

You couldn't stoop any lower. She's a god damned nymphomaniac lesbian predator, trying to steal every beautiful girl I've ever known."

Kim came close again. This time she caught Laura, nuzzling her neck. "Just like you, eh?" she whispered. "And me. She's a great fuck, by the way. If you haven't tried her. If you only go for us colored folks, I mean."

Laura smiled malevolently. "You bitch."

"What are you going to do about it?"

Laura knew, and she knew Kim knew, that both were sexually very aroused by this event. The atmosphere was electric. Kim's green eyes burned. She was daring Laura to retaliate, which did not mean going out and screwing Rhonda herself, which of course she had already done anyway. It meant screwing Kim, but in some new, unpredictable, dangerous way. Kim was even breathing hard.

Laura glowered at her. Then she took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She shut the door. She looked down at the bed, which was unmade and rumpled.

"I suppose you two did it right there," she said.

"Yes," Kim gulped. "We did. Right there."

"Take off your clothes," Laura said.

Kim, sullenly, began to undress, never taking her eyes from Laura's. When she was down to her underwear, Laura reached under the bed and pulled out the coils of rope she frequently used with Karen, and had used also on Brandi. Kim's eyes widened. Then she smiled.

"God, you're even more kinky than I thought," she said, awed. "Are you going to tie me up? God, it makes me wet already."

Laura could feel her own blood racing, hot. She could hardly stand it as Kim removed, very sensually, her bra and panties. The fact that she had let Rhonda fuck her burned in the pit of Laura's stomach.