Chapter 177

Laura was attending a meeting on another floor when she bumped into Randi in the ladies room. She had taken her hair out of braids, and for a moment Laura didn't recognize her except as some ravishing new black stunner whom she had never seen before. But then Randi turned, and they caught each other's eye.

"Oh god, it's you!" Laura said. "You are so beautiful. It isn't just the braids."

"Gosh, I'm glad of that," Randi said, sarcastically.

They hadn't seen one another for weeks, not since their quick and torrid tryst following Randi's return from vacationing in Mazatlan, where she had screwed both her boyfriend and a Mexican bartender wantonly and repeatedly, according to the narratives she had given for Laura to make her jealous. And it had worked. It had hurt Laura to the quick, and she had lavished a superhuman display of sexual skill on Randi in return, as if to win her back.

Randi winked. "I've got news for you. I broke up with my boyfriend."

"Did he find out about Miguel?"

"Miguel? Oh, you mean the Mexican guy. His name was Diego. He had this long, pencil-thin dick. Ooohh, it made me yelp, girl. Piercing. Like being fucked by a spear."

She looked from side to side to see if they were being overheard, but they were alone.

"I love you with your hair down," Laura confessed. "It's like knowing two gorgeous girls in one."

"You want to get this one into bed, don't you," Randi taunted her. "You jess like to fuck all those pretty sistas, don't you, Miz Laura."

Randi was wearing red, as usual; a red silky blouse, and a tight white skirt, short, also as usual, to show off her legs. Laura looked at her longingly. I would do anything for this girl, she realized. Follow her off a cliff...

"I am dying to kiss you," she whispered. "I love you more than you realize."

This seemed to chasten Randi. "I broke up with him so I could spend more time with you," she said flatly. "No man makes me feel like you do, Laura."

"Are you wearing your red bra?" Laura whispered, leaning close.

"Are you going to rape me right here if I say yes?"

Laura blushed. "You're a minx."

Randi smiled coquettishly. "Whatever that is, I know you want it. I am wearing a black bra. And red panties."

"Oh god," Laura breathed.

Randi's sensual mouth was very close to hers. She was dying to kiss it. But they could be discovered. Both realized it and somehow regained self-control.

"Your place or mine?" Laura asked, not bothering to disguise her satire.

Randi's eyes sparkled with excitement, sexual allure. "You've got all the toys," she said dangerously.

They met at Laura's apartment directly after work. Randi continued to play the coquette. She swished her delectable bottom in front of Laura, showed off her spectacular long legs.

"You get to have a whole new woman," she whispered hotly into Laura's ear. "No braids, no man, completely yours. You get to tie her up and fuck her. You want to do that, don't you."

"You're sick," Laura grinned.

"You're the one with the rope, darling," Randi retorted. "What does that make you?"

"Remember when we had that fight?" Laura said.

"God, yes. We fucked like two cats in heat. Let's do it again."

Laura shook her head. "My neighbors." She raised her eyes toward the ceiling.

Randi's beautiful face fell. "I forgot. But they must have heard us the first time."

Laura shook her head again. "It was before they moved in. There was a deaf old lady who lived there." "I wish she were back."

Randi began to unbutton her red silk blouse, which was the beginning of the end for Laura. The sight of the edge of the girl's black lacy bra caused warm fuck-juice to flow into Laura's cunt. Randi knew the effect she had. She probably did this all the time for her ex-boyfriend, Laura thought. And for Diego.

"If I slapped you, and really made it hurt, you wouldn't care about the neighbors," Randi said, flirting dangerously.

"I'm in enough trouble already," Laura said softly, unable to take her eyes from Randi's fingers as they toyed with the buttons of her blouse.

"Maybe we should rent a gym after hours and then we could fight and fuck until we passed out," Randi smirked suggestively. "How does that sound?"

Laura drew closer to her. She lowered her lips and kissed Randi's very seductive cleavage. "You know what I'd rather do that fight," she whispered.

"You are turning me on, Laura."

"Come in the bedroom."

"Tie me up. No one will ever know but us."

"Why do you want me to hurt you?"

They were in Laura's bedroom now, and Randi's blouse was totally unbuttoned. She slipped it off. Her black shoulders gleamed. She was ravishing in her black lace bra. Laura wanted to rape her. She didn't want to lose the time it would take to tie her up.

"The time we fought," Randi said, glaring straight into Laura's eyes, "I had an excruciating orgasm. The time you tied up my boobs, I almost fainted when I came. Any more questions?"

"You, my darling, are sick sick sick."

Smiling, Randi kneeled down and pulled the coils of rope from under Laura's bed. She had seen before where Laura hid the rope. She stood and flung the rope onto the bedspread. Then, slowly, seductively, she reached both hands behind her and unfastened her bra.

Laura had come to feel that watching a beautiful, desirable woman unclasp her own bra and remove it was the single sexiest thing she had ever seen. She was paralyzed, watching Randi, devouring Randi's naked breasts with her eyes. She wanted them. She wanted to hold them in her hands, and squeeze their firm resilience, and brush the thick, dark brown nipples with her thumbs, feeling them stiffen and emerge from the soft, swollen areolas, so large and succulent.

Randi dropped her bra in the easy chair by the bed. She stooped and picked up one end of the rope, her naked breasts swooping out alluringly as she did so. God, she's so beautiful! Laura thought.

"There's no Jeff to see the rope marks now," Randi murmured, with a sensual, wicked smirk.

"Is that his name? Jeff?"

Randi nodded. "He's white, too. Did I ever tell you? This little black pussy has done its share of pleasing white folks. He shot more cum into me than a two-bit whore gets in a month."

"Are you here because I'm white?" Laura asked, very uncomfortable, as usual, when the subject of her racial preferences came up.

Randi smiled mischievously. "I like white," she said. "You like black. We go up in flames, Laura. What can I tell you?"

"You're right about that. Did you and Jeff go up in flames?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you miss him?"

"Not yet. We just broke up two days ago. What are you trying to do, destroy the mood?"

Randi lifted the rope to her breasts. Carefully, she coiled one strand around her left breast. She made the coil too tight so that her breast swelled grotesquely, her large dark nipple expanding, taut and glossy. Laura desperately wanted to suck it. But instead, she stepped forward and took the rope out of Randi's hands.

"Not so tight. You'll cut off the blood. Then you'll bruise, and you won't be able to feel it either."

"Oooohhh... I can see you're an expert," Randi purred. "You do it."

Laura, as she slowly began to tie up Randi's exquisite breasts, couldn't help thinking of Earlene, and Karen, and the perverted, often painful, things they frequently did together. It was all wickedly exciting and sexual satisfying, generating, as Randi knew, fierce, even breathtaking orgasms. But Laura also wanted girlfriends who were sweet, innocent, tender, who didn't need to be whipped, or to have their breasts tortured, to come.

Randi, for all her desire, was still pretty innocent. They had shared two or three episodes, that was all. The fight was even now a wildly exciting memory for both of them. The butterfly vibrator was, of course, unforgettable, Laura knew, but it was not even painful. And then Laura had tied her breasts once and pulled the rope up through her pussy, and Randi had died of coming. Even that had not been particularly painful, not when Laura thought of whipping Earlene's pussy, or crushing her or Karen's breasts in the fiendish clamp.

But Randi knew nothing of those. She wanted a repeat of the rope orgasm she had had before. That was all. Maybe I can give her that and spare her the rest, Laura thought. Or something else equally tame. But since she doesn't know the true depths, it will seem exciting and perverted to her.

And even having her breasts tied by Laura was, clearly, a wildly erotic moment for Randi, who watched every detail, panting and quivering. Laura also grew very excited while doing it. She coiled the rope around each luscious dark globe, making it just tight enough. Randi's large dark brown nipples expanded, flared, and gleamed, the center nubbins thick and erect, the glossy areolas shiny and swollen. Laura looped the rope behind Randi's neck, tightening it just enough to raise her trussed breasts a little.

They were hard gourds now, jutting out of the coils of rope, the nipples swollen dark plums.

"I want to suck them," Laura whispered, feeling the pulse beat in her throat.

"Do it hard," Randi said. "Bite them."

Laura caressed Randi's swollen nipples with her fingers. Randi bit her lower lip.

"You want me to hurt you."

Randi nodded slowly. "But only a little. Fuck me with the rope, like you did before. I want to come that way again."

"I want to do something else."

"What?" Randi asked, a trace of panic in her voice.

Before answering, Laura tied Randi's wrists to opposite corners of the headboard. Randi still wore her skirt and panties. Slowly, Laura removed them, kissing Randi's thighs, and her smooth dark stomach, then gently pushing the dark, wet pubic hair away from her festering pussy, exposing the glistening, black labia and the invitingly juicy hot pink crevice within.

"You have the most beautiful pussy," Laura said. "Did I ever tell you that?"