Chapter 148

Two nights after Laura's 2 a.m. tryst with Vondi, she got a frantic phone call from Shavon, whose husband would be leaving town that evening. She was desperate to see Laura, and a few hours later they ended up in her bed fucking in a frenzy. Laura told her nothing about seeing Vondi alone, and did not tell Vondi about seeing Shavon either. She wondered how long this juggling act would remain possible, but for her the joys of fucking with them together were outweighed by the intense delights of having each one separately, and she began to think they felt the same.

She also had to add Randi and Sholdandra to the juggle, but it was hard to feel sorry for herself when she had four gorgeous women to fuck, all of whom were dying to share her bed. It helped keep her mind off Trina.

One afternoon, she got a phone call at work from Shavon. She was sure it was to arrange another secret tryst, that Shavon's husband was leaving town and they would be together tonight. But instead, Shavon was in a big hurry to get to the airport. Her husband was in New York and wanted her to fly in for the weekend. She wanted Laura to drop by her apartment that evening to water her plants and to pick up the T-bone steaks she had left to thaw, so at least someone could enjoy them. Her sister Vanessa had a spare key and would meet her there with it.

Laura agreed, only wondering after she hung up why Vanessa couldn't do all these favors herself. She went there right after work, and found Vanessa already there. A feeling of deja vu came over her. It was very hot, and Vanessa was wearing cutoffs and a short midriff blouse. The same thing Chanitra had been wearing when Laura first met her. And Chanitra was the sister of Laura's lover, too.

The resemblance, however, ended there. Vanessa, as Shavon had mentioned, was older than Chanitra had been at the time-nineteen. She was more self-assured, a college girl. Chanitra was very black, but Vanessa had café-au-lait skin and a fetching short haircut. She also had a button nose and a cuter than cute smile. She was certainly not drop-dead gorgeous like Shavon, but devastatingly cute. And her body, which Laura tried not to stare at, was very beautiful. She had long legs, almost completely revealed by the cutoffs. They weren't perfect legs, again not like Chanitra's, or Yvette's (those genes again), but they were mighty good, long and shapely. Laura wanted to touch them, and Vanessa caught her looking at them.

"You must be Laura, the gorgeous one," she said sassily, letting Laura in.

Laura laughed self-deprecatingly. "Who told you that?"

"I have eyes." Vanessa's own black eyes flashed mischievously. "And Shavon told me you were. I can see she wasn't lying. You look like one of those models. How does it feel to have all that hair?"

"It just a pain in the ass, really," Laura smiled.

"But it must be a magnet to the dudes."

"You must be Vanessa. She told me about you, too."

"Let me guess. 'Vain, boy-crazy, and plays a mean third base.' Right?"

"Do you play ball? I used to play ball."

"Soft ball," Vanessa nodded. "Shavon thinks I'm a tomboy."

"I played first base."

"Why did you quit?"

"It got in the way of my job, I guess. And it wore me out."

They sat and talked very naturally. Laura had no trouble liking Vanessa very much. And Vanessa seemed to like her. Even though she was physically attractive to Laura, Laura was relieved not to be obsessed by the need to fuck her. Although I sure would like to, she thought, falling into the girl's infectious smile.

"I've got a question for you," Laura said. "Why did Shavon want me to come over here when you were already coming over?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe she doesn't think I know how to water plants."

"Maybe she just wanted to make sure somebody came, at least," Laura laughed.

"Are you two guys sleeping together?" Vanessa asked, out of the blue.

Laura blushed sharply, hot red. "What... makes you ask that?"

"Oh... I don't know." Again Vanessa gave her the piercingly cute smile. "The way she talks about you, I guess. Like you were some kind of special angel or something. And I didn't realize how really beautiful you were until now. Shavon seems to like you more than she ever liked anybody. Even her husband. And I also saw you looking at my legs. I never had anybody look at them that way but a man."

Laura tried to remain calm. Vanessa had seen right through her in only five minutes.

"Oh... probably somebody has," Laura stammered awkwardly. "You just didn't see her." She turned her face away momentarily from the enchantingly direct girl. It was too embarrassing to be blushing so hard, and the blush didn't seem to be fading. Laura was mortified. "She probably was more careful than I was. Your legs are very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as yours," Vanessa smiled cutely, a shockingly cute smile, her black eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Now who was looking," Laura said.

"I like to compare. Though usually not with a white woman. All that hair, for example. It puts me at a disadvantage."

"I hardly think so. You're totally gorgeous."

Vanessa giggled, swishing her short black hair around her ears. "You think so? And you haven't even seen my navel ring yet. I just got it three days ago. I think it's wild. Want to see it?"

Laura knew she was being toyed with. But she couldn't help going along. Vanessa was truly enchanting, and Laura was very sexually aroused.

"Of course I do."

Vanessa unzipped her cutoffs about two inches, revealing her navel, an 'inny' with a small gold ring attached at the bottom. The skin around her navel was smooth and brown. Laura wanted to kiss it.

"Oh, I better be careful," Vanessa said, zipping her fly right back up quickly. "You might think I'm trying to seduce you, since you like girls. You might think I'm trying to do a little striptease or something for you."

"Most of you is naked already," Laura smiled.

"God, you're right!" Vanessa giggled again. "Drives the boys wild. And the girls," she winked.

Laura smiled. She knows how much I want to fuck her, she thought. Everybody must want to fuck her. The combination of that cute face and gorgeous body is dynamite.

"Mind if I ask you a question?" Vanessa said.

Laura shrugged.

"How did you get interested in... you know, girls? In the first place. I mean, just the thought of kissing another girl sort of makes me want to puke. And you look so beautiful, like a model or something. Not like a biker broad, or whatever they call them. Dikes."

"Thank you."

"So, how did you?"

"Don't you think that's kind of personal?"

"Just curious.

"It didn't make me puke, let's put it that way."

"Obviously. Did you go right ahead and do it, right after the first kiss? Was she another, you know... like you? Did she want to go ahead?"

"You really are curious, aren't you."

Vanessa nodded.

Calmly, Laura told her about her first time, with Karen. "Neither one of us had ever done it before," she said. "With a woman, that is."

"So you've done it with guys too?"

Laura nodded. "I still do, now and then."

"Really? I've only had two guys. I guess I'm real inexperienced for my age. But I went with this one guy for a long time. Then we broke up, and now I'm going with another. But I really like that long, hard dick. I've never even thought of kissing another girl before."

"Even in the shower, at school?" Laura prompted, though she had never felt like it there either until her affair with Karen.

Vanessa shook her head. "It makes me want-"

"To puke," Laura said.

They both laughed.

"I guess if I were going to do it, then kissing a really beautiful girl like you would be the way to go."

"You sound like you might want to give it a try."

Now Vanessa turned coy, flirtatious. She crossed and uncrossed her long, lovely, bare legs just so that Laura would look at them.

"Nobody would have to know," Vanessa whispered. "It might be kind of fun. You wouldn't tell Shavon, would you?"

Laura shook her head. She let her eyes drop to Vanessa's mouth, a shapely mouth, not Shavon's deeply sensual mouth but still wildly desirable at this instant... In fact, on top of the fact that Shavon was quite black and Vanessa light brown, they looked very little alike.

"You really don't look like her at all, you know," she murmured, lifting the backs of her fingers to stroke Vanessa's cheek.

"Different fathers," Vanessa explained. "Same mother, different fathers. She's a lot darker than I am."

"I know."

"I know you do."

Vanessa had softened as Laura caressed her cheek, and now her black eyes were pulsating, mesmerized, leaving everything up to Laura since she had already more or less surrendered, at least to a kiss. Laura rarely asked, but this time she did. It seemed necessary.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"I... don't mind."

They were seated on the sofa a discreet, polite distance apart. Laura scooted closer. Then she leaned forward, letting her lips brush Vanessa's. It was a thrilling moment for each of them.

They didn't really kiss at first but simply brushed lips gingerly, tenderly. Vanessa didn't close her eyes but stared directly into Laura's while their mouths touched. Finally, Laura extended her tongue, and Vanessa's met it, so that they were still not kissing but their tongues were dancing together just beyond their teeth. This was so exciting that they could not maintain it for long, and soon their mouths actually came together.

Laura gently pushed Vanessa back against the sofa and pressed her mouth passionately into Vanessa's, invading it quickly with her tongue, cradling the girl's cheeks in her palms and kissing her heatedly. Now Vanessa kissed back, aggressively, holding Laura's head too, turning her mouth, stabbing her tongue into Laura's. When they finally broke off the kiss, both were panting, Vanessa heavily.

"Wow... that was fun!" she panted. "You're a good kisser. You really got me heated up."

"Me too," Laura grinned.

"Want to do it again?"

"I sure do."

This time they let their hands wander as they kissed, caressing one another's cheeks, necks, stroking each other's hair. Vanessa was fascinated by Laura's large mane of hair and ran her fingers through it, kissing Laura more and more passionately. Laura wanted to touch her body, so much of which was exposed, but was afraid it would trigger some kind of recoil.

Finally, she let one hand slide against Vanessa's bare lower back, just beneath the bottom of the midriff blouse. When Vanessa didn't object, she moved it slowly around the delicious smooth skin, then up a little, so that her fingers were creeping under the blouse. Vanessa stopped the kiss they were in the middle of, pulling back and grinning her marvelously cute grin.

"I'm naked under it, you know," she whispered. "I don't wear a bra with it. The fabric is sort of thick, so my nipples don't show."

Laura smiled, not knowing what to say. She kissed Vanessa's smooth light brown neck. Vanessa had the lightest colored skin of anyone she had ever made love to except Rhonda and Alison, even lighter than Kim's, who was golden brown. Vanessa was coffee with cream, and she quivered as Laura kissed her neck and aroused her further.

"Too bad they don't show," she murmured. "I'd like to see them."

Vanessa pulled back a little so she could look Laura in the eye. She began unbuttoning the front of the blouse as she talked.

"You promise you won't tell Shavon? Anything? She'd kill me if she knew we did this. Right here."

"I would never tell her," Laura promised. "Can I do the last two buttons?"

"Sure."

When the blouse was unbuttoned completely, Laura opened it. She remembered how Shavon had said that Vanessa's breasts were perfect. Small, maybe, but perfect. And she had been right. Small, like Laura's, and like Laura's also perfect.

"Gosh, they're so beautiful," she said to Vanessa.

"You think so?"

Because of the creamy, mocha color of her skin, her large nipples seemed even darker, almost a deep purplish hue contrasted against the paler skin around them. Laura cupped the round, springy globes in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across Vanessa's nipples.