Chapter 14

Leaving Laura's apartment building together, they were coming out of the elevator when Laura's breath caught in her throat. Walking straight toward them was Rina. It was too late to turn away, to escape, to do anything.

Rina saw them too. She stopped. Her beautiful face frowned with puzzlement. Laura didn't know what to do. Should she stop? Then she would have to explain to them both. She tried to look straight ahead and keep walking, more out of cowardice than anything, but Rina would not let her. She walked right up to them.

Laura had to stop. She saw the stricken, abandoned look in Rina's eyes.

"Is this her?" Rina asked quietly.

"Oh Rina..."

"Is it?"

"... yes."

Rina's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned before they could spill and ran toward the door, then out onto the sidewalk and was quickly gone.

Karen put one arm around Laura's shoulders. "You don't have to tell me about it," she murmured. "She's stunning. Shockingly beautiful. I'm sorry it had to happen."

Laura, in tears herself, turned to Karen. "But I care so much about you both!" she cried.

"I know. I know, baby."

Karen pecked her on the cheek, not daring to express herself more deeply in public.

"I... I missed you," Laura wept softly. "I needed someone. I really wanted her."

"I can see why. You don't have to explain."

"But I want to."

"No... don't try. What you and I have is good. Look what we just did together. God, I'd never let anyone do that to me but you."

For a second, Laura forgot about Rina. "I only wish you would do it to me."

Karen grinned. "Your turn is coming, baby. Just want to make you wait. Build up the anticipation."

"You're making me wet."

"See, you forgot about her already," Karen joked.

But they both knew Laura had not. She was very grateful to Karen for not pressing it, and for not reacting in a parallel way, getting jealous and scornful. But then, Karen had her own guilt, her affair with Rick, her betrayal of Laura, to even the balance.

She knew enough to give Laura room, not to make demands. If she wanted to have fucking sessions like the one they had just concluded, she would have to allow for Laura's attachment to Rina, just as Laura had not made an issue very long out of Rick. They needed one another, but not every minute.

They still had lunch together, but Laura's mind was wandering, and after lunch they parted ways, not daring to kiss in public but certain they would be together again soon.

"You owe me," Laura whispered to the black girl, letting her lips brush Karen's silky cheek as they parted.

Karen smiled devilishly. "I just want you to lie in your bed at night imagining how I'm going to tie you up and fuck you," she said. "Alone," she added, winking. "Lie in bed alone. Okay?"

Laura winked back. "I probably will," she shrugged glumly.

And the more she recalled the encounter with Rina, the more depressed she got. She knew how sensitive the girl was. And she knew that having sex with Laura had been a major event in her life, as Laura's first time with a woman, with Karen, had been. It meant that everything had changed, the way she felt about herself, about what it meant to have sex with anybody. And a lot of Rina's feelings were focused totally on Laura. To see Laura with Karen, coming out of her apartment, to know that they had to have spent the night together, fucking, doing all the things Rina and Laura had done, and more, would make Rina sick with jealousy and a sense of loss.

The thought of how Rina must feel also made Laura sick with loss. She realized she probably would never get her back. She couldn't believe she could feel so lovesick over another girl. Even when Karen had run off with Rick, as bad as Laura had felt, it had not approached the anguish she felt now. I must really love her or something, she thought.

She had to analyze the way she felt about both girls. Her affection for Karen was very deep, but it was based on the easy physical relationship they had built. They loved to fuck each other, and their encounters were increasingly laced with an undercurrent of perversion that made them wildly exciting, like the last one.

Recalling it made Laura wet, made her pulse race, and the thought of Karen doing something similar to her drove her into repeated masturbations, just to get relief from the sexual tension. But her relationship with Rina had been different from the start.

She may have gone into it as an escape from her depression over Karen, and chosen Rina as a temporary, though ravishing, substitute. But it had quickly become much more, because of Rina herself, because of her shy sensitivity, her calm inner beauty, not to mention her throat-catching physical allure. Even Karen had seen that.

And Laura's sorrow and pain were intensified even more by the dreams she started having, torture dreams in which Rina, naked and incredibly desireable, was either tantalizingly just out of reach, taunting Laura with her body but not letting Laura fuck her, or in which Rina was being fucked by someone else and exultantly loving it, while Laura was forced to watch.

And the dreams got worse and worse. Or better and better, depending on your state of mind. Hotter and hotter. The one that nearly broke Laura, that nearly drove her mad, was the gang rape dream. It began with her, Laura, being tied naked to a tree in a dark forest, next to a bonfire. Five men who each had a cock about twice the size of Rick's, which was the largest one she had ever seen, tied her there. They also tied up her breasts the way she had tied Karen's, wrapping them in tight coils so that they swelled and bulged, her nipples popping and bursting.

The exciting perversity of it aroused her wildly, but they wouldn't fuck her. They left her there to watch while they spread a large wrestlers mat out on the ground next to the fire. Then they brought in Rina.

She was completely naked, her voluptuous body bewitchingly beautiful in the firelight. And they began rubbing her all over with oil until she glistened. When she was all slippery and greasy and phenomenally desireable, they began to fuck her in every way imaginable, in every orifice, swarming over her shiny, writhing body, filling it with gigantic stiff cocks, fucking her slowly and gently, then urgently, brutally, fucking her in the ass and pussy at the same time, spewing pearly rivulets of jism all over her glistening black skin.

It was all very animalistic and impersonal until Rina got worked up into an orgasmic plateau from all the fucking and began to come violently. Witnessing the girl's wild orgasms, hearing her ecstatic cries, drove Laura crazy with need, and sympathetic sexual yearning. She wanted to fuck Rina too, and she wanted the men with the huge cocks to fuck her in the same way they were fucking Rina.

It was the most depraved and sexually maniacal dream she had ever had. Roped to the tree, she strained and begged for release, both kinds of release, wanting to immerse herself in the heated, orgiastic scene on the mat, wanting to explode with excruciating orgasms the way Rina was doing.

She watched the men put Rina onto her knees, the front of her body down on her forearms, her perfect round ass uptilted and inviting. Then each one fucked her in the ass, sliding his huge cock deep into her asshole, making her shriek and grimace with pain as their massive, hard organs stabbed down into her body. When they had finished with that, one man slid under her and slipped his cock up into her pussy, while another fucked her ass. They fucked her hard together, and all three of them came at the same time, their wild, strangled cries of pleasure mingling in the firelight.