Chapter 179

Patching things up with Kendra improved Laura's state of mind. Not to mention the breathtaking sex they had shared, the shattering, thigh-fucking orgasms, so reminiscent to Laura of her moving affair with Brandi. And Kendra seemed to have forgiven her for Jane, though it seemed more out of desire not to lose Laura as a sex partner than for any genuine mercy.

At any rate, Laura went on with her life in a less troubled frame of mind. Over the next few weeks she continued her relationships with Charise, Randi, and Sholandra. There was a short, characteristically torrid episode with Earlene, excruciating in its intensity. And Yvette even managed to sneak away from Arthur long enough for her and Laura to fuck in a passionate frenzy for a half hour one day after work.

So Laura was not exactly wanting for sexual companionship when she suddenly ran into the most shockingly beautiful teenage girl while shopping one afternoon in Walgreen's for shampoo and conditioner. Oh god, another ravishing teenager! she thought. I'm a hopeless case. What is it about these darling young girls?

This one was about the same size as Charise, not big, her breasts apparently smaller (Charise actually had nice, full breasts for such a small girl), and not quite as dark black but nearly so. But unlike Charise, who was devastatingly cute when she smiled and verged on homely when she didn't, this girl had a breathtaking face. Sensual lips, and electrifying eyes. Her eyes were black, not extraordinary in color therefore, but somehow the shape of them or the message they conveyed was electrifying, bold, a mixture of innocence with deep knowledge that Laura felt like a siren song.

The girl saw her staring.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Laura stammered. "I... you have a very beautiful face. I couldn't help looking."

The girl gave her a half-smile. "You're the second person who's said that to me today. The other one was my teacher."

"She was right," Laura said.

"'He'. He's a man."

"Oh. My name's Laura."

"Mavis Curley," the girl said.

"What grade are you in, Mavis?"

"Tenth grade."

"You're sixteen." Oh god, Laura thought. Another one! So gorgeous!

Mavis nodded. "You must be... let me guess... twenty-six."

"Twenty-seven," Laura said. "An old lady."

"You don't look so old. You look like that girl in the magazines, that model."

"Thank you."

They walked slowly down the aisle together. At the counter, Mavis bought lipstick and a candy bar. Laura bought her shampoo. She didn't want to let Mavis out of her sight. It wasn't so much wanting to go to bed with her as fearing to never see her again. Who're you kidding? she asked herself as they strolled together out of the store. You want to go to bed with her. You know you do.

"You live around here?" Mavis asked.

Laura nodded. "About two blocks."

"You married?"

"No."

"Live with your boyfriend?"

Laura shook her head. "I live by myself."

"You should show me your place," Mavis said, smiling broadly for the first time. "I'd like to see it. That's what I want to do someday. Get a job and get my own place. No babies. No dude hanging around wanting to bop you all the time. Just me. Maybe get a goldfish. You have a goldfish?"

Laura shook her head. The last thing she needed was another involvement with a bewitchingly lovely teenager. She already felt like a child molester each time she fucked Charise. And of course her relationship with Jane, and with Jane's mother, was so complicated that she didn't even want to think about it.

"I can show it to you for a few minutes, if you like," she said to Mavis, taking the plunge.

"You driving or walking?"

"Walking. You live around here too?"

"School. John Madison School, you know? Around the corner? I catch the bus down the block, so I came in here to get some lipstick. You have a car?"

Laura nodded.

"You can drop me off after you show me your place."

They walked the two blocks to Laura's apartment building. Laura felt as if she were in a dream. She could barely take her eyes off Mavis's incredible face. She found herself hoping that neither Kendra nor Jane were home, or that anyone would see them going into the building. Fortunately, no one did.

In her apartment, she showed Mavis the view.

"Wow!"

Now that they were alone, Laura permitted herself to look at the rest of Mavis, really for the first time. She wore jeans and a sweater. She had a nice but unspectacular bottom, not in a league with Jane and Chanitra. She had smaller breasts than any of the ohers, apparently, since they made a very modest swelling in her sweater. Altogether, Mavis was not as physically desirable as the other three teenagers Laura had slept with. But somehow the beauty of her face and the secret knowledge behind her eyes made her wildly alluring.

Mavis seemed to know it, too. Or did she? She seemed to flirt with Laura, but on the other hand, maybe it was innocent badinage. Laura was very unsure of herself. They chatted idly. Finally, Mavis turned her incredible face to Laura and spoke with faux innocence.

"Did you ever go to bed with another girl?"

Laura blushed, unable to stop herself. "Why do you ask?"

"I did. My older sister Brenda and I used to do it all the time, before she got married. You ought to try it. Better than some dude stabbing you with his rod, then squirting shit all over you."

Laura swallowed. "Well, I guess if you put it that way..."

Mavis smirked. "Want to try it?"

Laura didn't know what to say. Aren't you a little young for this, young lady? Are you propositioning me? She thought quickly of Jane. Why were these girls so bold? She remembered herself and Karen, their first time, barely being able to admit to themselves that they were attracted to each other. Jane, and now Mavis, pretty much just dropped all pretense and asked, in so many words, "Want to fuck?"

"Tell me about Brenda," Laura said carefully.

"You think I'm too young, don't you."

Laura shook her head. "Not at all. I think you're very, very attractive."

Mavis smiled slyly. Watching Laura's face for a reaction, she raised the hem of her sweater up to her chin, exposing her smooth black stomach and a lot more of her delicious dark skin, as well as her white bra. Her eyes, already so captivating and electrifying, became even more dangerous.

"You're very... beautiful," Laura said, meaning every word.

"Should I take it all the way off?"

"Only if you want to."

"Do you want me to?"

Laura half-smiled and slowly nodded. Mavis lifted the sweater over her head, shaking her hair loose. She dropped it on the nearby sofa.

Laura couldn't take her eyes off the girl. Mavis knew it and enjoyed it thoroughly. She looked down at her bra.

"Guess I ought to take it off too," she teased awkwardly. "You probably want to see all of me before you make up your mind."

"I already have," Laura said evenly.

Mavis grinned. She came over to Laura and turned her back, presenting her bra clasp.

"Then you take it off. It's always more fun that way."

Laura put her hands on the backs of Mavis's shoulders, gently caressing the smooth, black skin. Gently, she applied pressure with her fingers and turned Mavis around to face her. She had gazed on some beautiful faces. Shavon, Randi, Jonelle. Others nearly as beautiful as those. But she had never seen a face more beautiful than Mavis's face.

"You are so beautiful, Mavis," she whispered. "I want to kiss you first."

"Okay," Mavis breathed softly. "Sounds okay to me. Only I wish you would take something off too, so I don't feel like the only one."

Never taking her eyes from Mavis's extraordinary eyes, Laura slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse. She tugged the tails out from her skirt, then slipped it off her arms, tossing it over on top of Mavis's sweater on the sofa. Laura wore a black lacy bra, one of her favorites, one that had increased the desire of more than one beautiful young black woman in the past, though perhaps never one as young as this. And it had the same effect on Mavis, whose eyes widened.

"Now may I kiss you?"

Mavis nodded, stepping forward, looking for the first time like a young girl who was obeying an adult's wish. But she tilted her wonderfully sensual mouth up to Laura, and from that instant on she seemed all woman. Laura pressed her lips to it, and Mavis opened them almost immediately, her tongue meeting Laura's and tangling hungrily with it. Laura embraced her, running her fingertips all over the girl's marvelous naked back, stopping at Mavis's bra strap.

"You can take it off," Mavis whispered in the middle of their kiss.

"I know. Turn around again."

Mavis turned her delicious back to Laura, and Laura began to kiss it, running her lips all over the incredibly smooth skin. Her fingers found the bra clasp and unfastened it. The bra slid off Mavis's arms. Quickly, Laura reached behind her back and unclasped her own bra, shedding it just as Mavis turned again to face her. Mavis's eyes dropped to Laura's naked breasts.

"You win, yours are bigger," she smiled slyly. She brought her dark, shapely hands up to Laura's breasts, cupping and squeezing them. "They're really lovely too."

Laura's breasts, though perfect for her body, were rarely bigger than anyone's. Jonelle's, of course. Brandi's, because of her low body fat. She was hard pressed to think of anyone else who had breasts smaller than hers. Until now. Mavis had very small breasts but long, thick black nipples springing up from the soft black cones of her small areolas. The actual springy center stems of her nipples were probably the biggest and longest Laura had ever seen.

She too raised her hands to Mavis's small breasts and caressed them, twirling Mavis's long nipples gently in her fingers. "The best things come in small packages," she murmured. "I've never seen such big nipples."

They kissed again. They dropped their hands and embraced, mashing their naked breasts together. Laura could feel the hard, thick rivets of Mavis's nipples against her skin. This girl is really aroused and ready to fuck, she realized. Just like I am.

"Mavis, will you think I'm awful if I invite you into my bedroom?"

Mavis's extraordinary eyes were glowing. "Better than doing it standing up," she said.

Laura put one arm around her neck and they walked to the bedroom. There Laura quickly shed her skirt and skimmed off her panties, while Mavis slipped out of her jeans.

"Let me take your panties off," Laura murmured, touching her naked shoulder.

"Why?" Mavis squinted.

"Because I want to."

"You like my body?"

"I want to eat you alive."

Mavis looked down as Laura knelt and kissed her smooth, flat tummy, then slowly began to skim her panties down her thighs.

"You've done this before, haven't you, Laura," Mavis said.

"Once or twice."

"I only did it with Brenda. But we used to do it all the time. Three or four times a week."

"That is a lot," Laura said, kissing her thighs.

"Could I lay down on the bed while you do that?"

Laura smiled. "I want to lie down with you and suck your lovely big nipples for about an hour."

They lay down side by side.

"If you do that, I'm going to come before an hour is up."

"Good, then you can come and come."

Laura dropped her mouth to one and began to lick and tease the swollen, already stiff bud with her tongue. Mavis bit her full lower lip.

"They're very hard," Laura murmured. "You must be excited."

"It feels good."

"Does this feel good?"

Laura sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it deep.

"Unhh! God, yes!"

She began gently pinching Mavis's other nipple while she sucked the first one. Mavis began to pant, then mewl softly deep in her throat. Laura realized that, as she had done with Jonelle's very small breasts, she could actually suck the entire thing into her mouth. She squeezed the gentle swelling with her fingers as her lips devoured Mavis's swollen wet nipple.

"I'm going to suck your whole breast into my mouth," she murmured.

"Ohhhh... yes," Mavis panted.

Laura bunched the lovely mound up in her fingers and slowly swallowed Mavis's nipple until it was pinched between the back of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The front part of her mouth was filled with the flesh of Mavis's breast. Mavis moaned and bit her lip. Laura purposely pinched the nipple that was deep inside her mouth with her tongue, squeezing the thick, stiff bud against the roof of her mouth, and Mavis moaned again and quivered.