Chapter 13

As it turned out, Rina really was exhausted. Laura was too, but she hungered so passionately for the girl's luscious body that she was willing to drive herself past exhaustion in search of yet another orgasmic seizure. But she too finally yielded to fatigue, and reluctantly watched as Rina covered up her sleek, naked flesh with her clothing and departed.

It's tomorrow, when she wakes up and realizes what she's done, that I have to worry about, Laura thought. I know, because I did it myself. She'll wonder if she's a lesbian. No matter how good we fucked, how many times she came, or how hard, that's what she'll be thinking. Am I a lesbian? Am I weird? Abnormal?

So Laura decided to give Rina time. Not to pressure her. She herself was as hot to do it all over again the next day as she had been before, but she purposely refrained from phoning Rina, and did her best to avoid the girl at work. Let her come back to me of her own accord, she thought. If she can remember how good it was, she'll be back. It just may take her a while, that's all.

But after a week passed, she began to grow anxious. She had started having fantasies about Rina again, but this time they were based on their actual experiences together, and doubly arousing. One day she was eating a brown bag lunch in the sun on a bench in the office park where she worked, having a delicious fantasy of eating Rina's succulent pussy, when someone sat down next to her on the bench and jarred her out of it.

"Hi," said a familiar voice.

Laura squinted, trying to quite the hot racing of her blood. It was Karen. And even though Laura felt a mixture of feelings, her blood would not quiet down. Karen looked gorgeous, and the old hot yearning for her started instantly.

"Oh... hi," Laura said, diffidently.

"You don't mind if I sit here?"

"No. I guess not."

Part of Laura hated Karen. Just a little hot pants tart, she thought, looking at the way Karen was dressed. The black girl wore a low-cut blouse that revealed the cleavage between her swelling breasts. Her eyes smouldered as she gazed at Laura, and Laura remembered how hot Karen was just below her distant, controlled surface. The girl loved to fuck, and it hadn't taken anything like the maneuvering Laura had gone through with Rina to get Karen to yield. Laura hated her for that, but it excited her too.

She could still see Rick's huge, wet cock sliding deep into Karen's ass, then into her clinging pussy, then into her ass again. She could still hear the girl's strangled cries of passion, still see Karen's beautiful face contorted in excruciating ecstacies as fierce orgasms rocked her shuddering body.

The thoughts aroused her wildly, even though she wanted to seem frosty and remote.

"I don't suppose I could ask you to forgive me, but I wish we could still be friends," Karen said softly.

Laura was alarmed to find tears in her own eyes when she looked up at the girl. She blinked.

"How could we?" she croaked softly.

"Oh Laura--"

"No," Laura shook her head.

"Laura, I..." Karen raised one finger and caressed Laura's cheek. "I'm not seeing him any more."

Laura's tears had spilled over by now and her cheeks were slick and wet. She felt Karen's hand grab hers and squeeze it.

"I want you," Karen said under her breath, glancing around to see if they could be overheard.

Laura didn't know what to feel. Trying to look down, not to look at Karen through the blur of her unexpected tears, her eyes fell Karen's sleek, bare legs, breathtakingly beautiful. Karen wore a miniskirt, and the upper parts of her hard, glossy thighs were visible. Laura tried not to let lust overcome her, but she recalled those beautiful thighs... and what was between them, Karen's delicious pussy, which she had known intimately.

"I want you too," she whispered, still not looking up. "I always have."

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know."

"He put some kind of... spell on me. I don't know..."

"You don't have to explain."

"I need you."

"Oh god. Where can we go?"

"A motel?"

"Not enough time," Laura said, looking at her watch. "I have to be back to work in twenty minutes."

"I can't wait till after work," Karen said, her eyes pulsing wildly with sex as she gazed into Laura's.

"I can't either."

They got to their feet, looking around, as if they could hide behind a nearby bush and quickly fuck each other, without being discovered.

"I know," Karen said. "My car. It's in the parking garage."

"You think it's safe?"

"Of course." They were already walking. Fast. "Nobody goes there in the middle of the day."

They reached the parking garage in three minutes and rode up the elevator to the floor where Karen was parked. She had been right. The garage was deserted, though it smelled of gas fumes and motor oil. They got into the back seat of her car.

"What if somebody sees us?" Laura said. "They'll think something's fishy if we're in the back."

"We'll get down, so they can't see us," Karen said, pulling Laura down onto the seat and kissing her with searing, thirsting passion. "Oh girl... girl," she moaned. "No one's as good as you."

She quickly got one hand inside Laura's skirt and slipped her fingers under Laura's panties.

"Unhh!" Laura gasped as she felt two of Karen's fingers penetrate her wet pussy.

She kissed the black girl's neck and shoulders, pulling down Karen's blouse and bra frantically, freeing one sculptured black breast and devouring the puffy black nipple.

"Ohhnnnn!" Karen whimpered urgently. "God, do it hard, girl! Yes! Ohnnn!"

"Oh! Karen, I'm going to come!" Laura panted uncontrollably. "I want to come with you!"

"Yes, honey, oh yes!"

Even though they were cramped in the tight back seat, Laura managed to slip her hand up under Karen's miniskirt and pull down Karen's panties. Karen opened her hard, sleek thighs and let Laura's fingers invade her oozing cunt, groaning softly as Laura rubbed her clit. They were both so aroused that they couldn't hold back a thing. They hand-fucked each other in a wild frenzy, panting and moaning and whimpering hysterically as a quick, sharp orgasm engulfed them together.

"Nnggmnnggiieeee!" Laura wailed into Karen's neck, coming in hot spasms, her body churning and grinding into the black girl.

"Oh! Ungggnnhhiiieeee!" Karen cried out too, pressing her face into the seatcover, trying to stifle her ecstatic cries.

Gasping for air, they held each other, reunited in the fierce shocks of a shared orgasm, a climax made even more intense by their recent separation and mistrust. Laura, as she lay half-clothed in Karen's arms, with Karen's fingers still embedded in her throbbing pussy, wondered how she had managed without the girl so long. And then she thought of Rina, and again wondered how Rina would feel knowing this was happening.

Now it was Karen's eyes that were brimming with tears. She kissed Laura with deep emotion.

"I... don't mean that it's all physical," she murmured. "It's not. But no matter how I come with him, it's never like it is with you."

"Even when he's ramming you in both holes?" Laura asked, half- spitefully.

Karen looked away for a moment. "Girl, for sheer brutal bliss, you ought to try it. There's nothing like it. But with you, it's the feelings as well as the fucking that makes it so intense. Because I feel so strongly toward you, I really come."

Suddenly, both girls froze. They heard voices in the garage, then a car door slamming, an ignition starting.

"Oh god!" Laura whispered. "Do you think they saw us?"

"How could they?" Karen said. "We're down here. Shhhh! Just wait till they leave. Don't move."

"I don't want to move anyway," Laura said, kissing her. "I want to do it again."

Finally, the car drove off. They listened carefully for a long time. Then they sat up and adjusted their clothing.

"Feel like I been raped," Karen grinned.

"Me too. But it isn't half of what I'd like to do to you."

"Feeling's mutual, girl. You want a ride home after work?"

"Only if you promise we can spend the night together."

Karen risked giving Laura a scorching French kiss. "That's my promise," she said.

They went to Karen's place, and by morning they could barely walk. Laura was sure they had never fucked so much before in one night, even at the height of their affair before Rick. They each had about twenty orgasms apiece before losing count. Neither girl had thought they could discover anything new about fucking together, but they ran through their entire repetoire and then seemed to reach new heights of ecstacy.

Their last climax together took place on the floor of the kitchen, where they had gone to cook some breakfast. Still unable to keep their hands off each other, they had begun kissing, and quickly were out of their bathrobes and coiling together on the floor beside the stove, whimpering, keening, finally sobbing and whinnying through a last, sharp, bursting orgasm that left them both weak and breathless.

"I can say one thing," Karen gasped as they disentangled their throbbing bodies and slipped back into their bathrobes. "I think one reason I went off with Rick is that you and I come close to killing each other each time we do this. Girl, my pussy is sore. Even being stabbed by his huge cock doesn't make it sore like it is after you've been eating it for a whole night."

"Ohhhh, you know I don't want to make you sore," Laura teased, kissing her, dropping her hand to Karen's crotch and tickling the girl's fantastic pussy. "I just want to make you come."

"Boy, you sure know how to do that."

"I have half a mind to tie you to the bed just so you'll be there every night when I get home."

Karen's eyes flashed excitedly, even though they had already exhausted each other with fucking. "And what would you do then?" she teased.

"Don't even think about it, darling," Laura teased back. "You haven't got the strength for one more orgasm."

"Mmmmm... don't be so sure. You know how to stir my embers, girl," she said, entwining her arms around Laura again, kissing her with renewed passion.

"But how can we possibly do it again?" Laura whispered against the girl's silky black cheek.

"Didn't you say something about tying me to the bed?" Karen murmured back.

Laura could feel her blood rising again too. In a night full of torrid fucking and wild, repeated climaxing, they had not yet got really perverted, as in their previous nights.

Now Karen kissed one of Laura's ears and snaked her tongue into it. "Don't you want to tie me up and fuck me?" she whispered. "One last time? I might not feel like it next time."

Fortunately, it was Saturday. Neither one had to go to work. Laura's mind began racing, and her blood was already simmering again. She tried to remember where she had put the rope.

"Or maybe you'd rather have me tie you up and fuck you," Karen whispered in her ear.

Laura grabbed her roughly, digging her fingers into Karen's smooth flesh fiercely. Both of them were growing more excited by the second.

"You first," she said softly. Her hands came up to Karen's wonderfully firm breasts and she squeezed them sharply through the cloth of Karen's bathrobe.

"Yes!" Karen gasped. "And don't hold anything back."

"I won't."

They went back to the bedroom. Laura remembered that she had put the rope in a box and stored it on a shelf inside her closet. She got it out, uncoiled it, and both girls were gripped by a sudden, wild shudder as they saw it fall loose on the floor.

Karen's eyes burned into Laura's as she slowly removed her robe. It was almost as if Laura had never seen the girl's beautiful naked body before. She bent to pick up the rope.

"Are you going to tie me to the bed?" Karen teased.

Laura stepped closer. "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you," she whispered.

"Oh god."

"You like to be treated rough, don't you."

"It makes me wet."

"Lie down on the bed."

Karen obeyed. "On my back?"

"Yes."

Laura had a brass framed bed. Starting at the bottom, she tied one of Karen's ankles to one corner of the foot frame, and the other ankle to the other corner, spreading Karen's legs wide apart. Karen's cunt was already puckered and pink and shiny in the dense black curls of her pubic hair. Laura, who had spent the whole night sucking and licking it, was mesmerized by the wet, inflamed cleft, her body tensing with desire as she gazed at it.

She drew the long end of the rope up under Karen's ass, over her shoulder, and down between the girl's luscious, naked breasts. Carefully, lovingly, she looped the coils first around one perfect breast three times, then around the other one three times, pulling the coils tight, but not so tight that they pinched Karen's skin, only tight enough to make her breasts swell and bulge. Karen's nipples ballooned and gleamed, large satin black bulbs popping out from her strangled breasts.

Both of them looked down at the hard, round balls, the silky black skin pulled taut and shiny. Laura could hardly stop herself from devouring Karen's flaring, bursting nipples immediately.

"You like them like that, don't you," Karen said softly, her voice smoky and full of temptation.

"God, I want to swallow them," Laura confessed.

"Are you going to?"

"Yes!"

"Hurry."

Karen lay down now while Laura tied one wrist to one side of the brass headboard, then Karen's other wrist to the other side. Now Karen was completely vulnerable, her wrists and ankles tied to the four corners of the bed. Her thighs were widely splayed, her wet pussy open and inviting, her throttled, roped breasts hard and bulging up from her body.