Chapter 154

The first thing Laura wanted to do after The Dream was see Karen. It was almost an irresistible urge, since the dream had been about her, and about the vise, and the fisting they had done together. But their last time together had been so traumatic for them both, so excessively painful and perverted (and so much fun! Laura thought wildly), that she feared it was too soon to meet again. They were dangerous for each other and had to ration their meetings. Every one seemed to be more intense than the last. How long could that go on?

Instead, Laura threw herself into a whirlwind week of sex with Shavon, Sholandra, and Vondi, who awakened Laura one night at 2 a.m. after getting off work, "just dying to fuck and fuck, girl." By Friday, she was happily exhausted. These beautiful black girls are going to fuck me to death, she smiled to herself. Or rather, let me fuck them until I just die of ecstacy, I guess.

She was looking forward to going home, taking a hot bath, and vegetating in front of the TV until she fell asleep. Then Randi dropped by her cubicle about four- thirty.

They had not been together for two weeks, when Laura had introduced her for the first time to the butterfly vibrator and they had shared orgasms that were like being electrocuted. She didn't know why Randi had stayed away. But Laura had been screwing three out of the last four nights, and she had felt physically drained, until Randi stepped into view.

"My god, girl, you look like a movie star or a model or something," Laura said, totally knocked over by the girl's beauty.

Randi was wearing a cream-colored business suit with a wide double-breasted lapel studded by large black buttons. Very tailored, stunning, and conservative, except for the short skirt, showing off her spectacular legs. Laura stared at them.

Randi smirked. "You want what's between them, don't you," she whispered, looking around to see if anyone could overhear them.

"It's even more beautiful than your legs, if that's possible," Laura whispered.

"More than my face?"

"You are a very vain creature."

"You're the one who told me I was beautiful."

"You are beautiful. Exquisitely beautiful. I often wonder why there isn't an army of men following you around all the time."

"And women too?" Randi winked.

"At least me." And Rhonda, Laura thought suddenly, wondering if Rhonda had ever made a pass at Randi. After all, Randi was to die for.

Randi leaned down, bringing her mouth close to Laura's ear. "I'm only asking you if my pussy is as pretty as my face. Is that such a hard question?"

Laura turned her face so that her lips were only about a half an inch from Randi's.

"If anybody sees us doing this, they're going to think we sleep together," she whispered.

Slowly, Randi stood up, still smirking. "What makes you think I care if they know?"

"Your career?"

Now Randi smiled sweetly, falsely. "You're right. I guess I do have to eat."

Laura scribbled on a pad and handed it to Randi. You make me wet, it said. Can we go?

Randi nodded. "I could meet you there in ten minutes," she whispered.

Laura shut her computer off and stood up, grabbing her coat. She could feel her heart thundering and her pussy throbbing already.

"Wear your seat belt," she said.

They walked together, trying not to seem as if they were in a hurry, to the parking lot. Before parting to get into their cars, they couldn't resist a long, lingering, scorching stare deep into each other's eyes, a stare that said, We might put each other into the hospital, if we're not careful, I want to fuck you so much.

All the fucking she had done in the last five days seemed in the distant past to Laura. Her body was already palpitating with eagerness for Randi. This exquisitely beautiful girl. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to believe that these stunning women really did want to go to bed with her. Over and over again.

Randi wasn't jaded, or disappointed, or tired of it. Like Laura, she wanted more. They met at the front door to the apartment building, and Laura let them in with her key. They didn't speak going up in the elevator. But as soon as they cleared the door of Laura's apartment, they were all over one another like two animals in heat.

Laura pinned Randi against the door and tried to drink her. "Oh god, you're so beautiful, god, so beautiful!" she panted, french-kissing Randi's delectable mouth passionately.

Randi responded aggressively, holding Laura's face in her hands and drinking Laura back. When they stopped kissing, they were panting, their eyes glazed.

"I'm not going to have you wrecking this suit, girl," Randi panted.

"Let me take it off you," Laura begged. "I'll be careful."

"Ooooh!" Randi smiled. "That sounds so exciting. Maybe you better not be too careful."

"This way, my pet," Laura said, leading her toward the bedroom. "I said I'd be careful with the suit. Not necessarily with anything else."

"Does that mean you're going to rip off my panties and fuck me?" Randi asked, in shy ingenue fashion.

"You sound like you'd be disappointed if I said no," Laura murmured.

She unsnapped the inside of the wide lapel, fourteen snaps. The huge buttons on the outside were only for display purposes. The suit coat gradually came open, revealing Randi's wonderfully smooth black skin and her slip, champagne colored, with thin shoulder straps. Underneath it was a matching bra that dipped between her breasts.

Feeling almost reverent, Laura lowered her face and kissed the valley between Randi's breasts. "God, you are beautiful," she murmured.

"You said that already," Randi teased. "I'm not as beautiful as you are, Miz Laura. You the one who the white goddess all the mens want to be eatin' alive."

Laura was busy unclasping Randi's wide belt, then unbuttoning her skirt, carefully removing it. She laid it with the coat on her bedroom chair. Randi was pulling her slip up over her head when Laura turned back to her. The sleek muscles in her midriff flexed, and her breasts jiggled slightly in the bra cups. It was enough to make Laura nearly lose it.

"You have to get undressed too, Laura," Randi said, plaintively.

Laura grinned. "I guess you're right."

Quickly she shed her clothes, down to her underwear. Then she embraced Randi. They kissed again, relishing the feel of their bare skin now.

"How do you keep the men away?" Laura asked dreamily, stroking Randi's braids, her bare, gleaming black shoulder.

"I don't," Randi giggled softly. "The women either. Speaking of. Do you know a woman named Rhonda something?"

Laura froze. "Rhonda Reardon. Yes, I know her."

Randi's face grew very serious. "I can see that you do."

"Don't tell me. She came onto you. Tried to get you in bed."

"Tried is hardly the word. She almost offered me a promotion if I would let her do me."

"That cunt."

Randi nuzzled Laura's neck, and stroked her back. "I wouldn't go to bed with her, Miz Laura," she teased. "I'm crazy about you."

Laura loosened up. She couldn't help it. Randi was infinitely desirable. Rhonda would have to be dead not to want to fuck her.

"She'll try again. She doesn't give up. God, you're so gorgeous! She'll never give up, with you."

"She is kinda pretty," Randi said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Laura stiffened again.

"Only kidding," Randi smiled quickly. "Only kidding, really."

Laura held Randi's beautiful face in both hands and kissed her deeply. "If you ever go to bed with her... I'll tell your boyfriend," she warned.

"You wouldn't," Randi pouted.

Rhonda has stolen everybody from me, Laura thought. Almost everyone, anyway. I couldn't bear the thought of her having this exquisite girl.

Laura hedged. "I might, anyway. She won't love you like I do."

"Do you love me?"

Apparently it was the first time the word had ever come up between them.

"Yes," Laura said.

"You're like my boyfriend, you just love to fuck me," Randi said, bluntly.

By now Laura was kissing her everywhere, her neck, her ears, her cheeks, her shoulders, her clavicles, her smooth upper chest. Her lips reached the upper slopes of Randi's delectable breasts, still hidden in her bra. Laura wanted her desperately.

"I do love you," she murmured, dipping her mouth into Randi's cleavage once again.

"Ooohh, you're sure acting like it," Randi giggled.

Without unclasping the bra, Laura swept the straps off Randi's shoulders with her hands and in one continuing motion pulled down the cups, exposing the beautiful dark globes. Laura scooped them both into her hands and guided one swollen black nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, then sucked hard.

Randi moaned softly. She looked down at her nipple disappearing into Laura's mouth. Laura squeezed Randi's other breast with her hand and gently pinched Randi's other nipple. Randi threw her head back.

"Oh shit... you're driving me crazy, Laura. I want to fuck. Come here, get down with me on the bed. Please... hurry."

Randi had only her panties and her shoes still on, and the pushed-down bra, which Laura quickly unclasped for her. She kicked off her shoes and skimmed off her panties, while Laura was shedding her own underwear. They stretched out on the bed without removing the spread.

"I love this first moment," Randi confessed, in a hushed whisper. "When we first touch our whole naked bodies together like this, and we can feel our skin together everywhere. It makes me tingle. I never felt it at all until I met you, Laura."

They embraced and kissed lovingly, tenderly, and it was delicious, Laura agreed. In fact, it was purest heaven to have this beautiful naked girl in her arms on her own bed, giving herself to Laura, inviting Laura to fuck her completely, thoroughly, passionately.

"I want to do everything to you," she murmured into Randi's neck.

Randi crinkled her nose fetchingly. "'Pends on what you mean by everything, Miz Laura," she said. "You fixin' to tie me up again?"

Laura slid down the girl's delectable naked body to her breasts again, fondling and licking them, then sucking Randi's nipples hungrily.

"Mmmm, not until I make you come about four times," Laura murmured, sliding lower, between Randi's thighs.

"Ohhnnnn! Ohhhnnnn... oh god, Laura!" Randi moaned.

She opened her thighs, freely giving Laura access to her beautiful, blossoming pussy, a thin, puckering flower of sinuous black labia just parted enough for Laura to see the fiery magenta interior, slick with nectar. Without touching it, she slid the tip of her tongue between Randi's sinuous cuntlips, tasting the warm juice and wet tissue, hearing Randi's breath whistle softly as she gasped, sucking in.

"Mmmm, you like that," Laura murmured.

"Oh god, yes!"

"And this?"

Laura flicked Randi's swollen clit with the tip of her tongue. Randi's whole luscious body clenched, and she whimpered almost hysterically.

"Oh god... yes, yes! Unnmmggeeee! Oh shit!"

"You're going to come so fast, honey."

"I know!"

"But not until I say."

"Oh god... please, Laura! Please!"

Laura licked the edges of her cunt, then kissed the warm smooth skin of her inner thighs. She slid both hands under Randi's round, firm buns, squeezing them, then slid the fingers of one hand up between the cheeks.

Randi froze, and Laura suddenly realized that she had never done this to her before. God, you're so jaded, she thought to herself. You've fucked so many beautiful girls in the ass that you can't even remember the ones you haven't touched there. And Randi had a very nice ass, although it really wasn't in the Chanitra-Vondi-Yvette-Vanessa range, the kind of ass that made Laura quiver and sigh and ooze with lust.

"Oh jeez you're making me feel so funny," Randi panted. "Touching me there."

"Don't you want me to touch you there?" Laura asked, remembering Sholandra's complete horror of Laura touching her asshole, until, that is, Laura had fucked her that way into near insensibility.