Chapter 186

Three-way fucking with Kendra and Marshall was an exciting twist for Laura, but she still could not keep her eyes off April. At first she had not found her very attractive, at least by comparison with most of her other girlfriends, but April grew on her. She was demure and quiet, good-natured and sweet, dark and pretty.

Her squarish, fleshy body, which first had seemed somewhat unappealing to Laura, began to seem more desirable. She wasn't the thin, exquisite type, like Jonelle or the three teenagers--four, if you counted Chanitra--but more like Karen and Trina, though shorter, smaller. She had very smooth, very black skin. She had nice, high breasts and attractive, shapely calves, though she never dressed in anything revealing. She seemed uninterested in attracting men (or women either, Laura thought).

One Friday Laura found herself staring at April's ass. Fridays were dress-down days, Casual Friday it was called, and people wore jeans and sneakers. April was wearing jeans, and they were a little tight, and her very nice and round ass was more apparent than it usually was in her normal business clothes. It wasn't a Chanitra or a Jane ass, but it was very attractive: round, slightly out-jutting, the way Laura liked them, and high. This girl has a beautiful ass, Laura found herself thinking.

Then the worst thing possible happened. April caught her looking. Staring was more like it.

Fortunately, April was good-natured. She smiled. "What are you looking at?"

Caught, Laura blushed but quickly recovered and shook her head. "I... guess I was just daydreaming," she said. "Maybe I've got spring fever or something. I was thinking of last year at this time, when I was in Paris."

What an incredible fucking liar I am! she thought. She had never been to Paris. But somehow, she sensed that the very exotic nature of her excuse would divert April from the truth, that Laura was actually lusting after her very pretty young bottom.

"Paris? Really? Gosh, I bet it was great. Were you there with some guy?"

Laura looked down, wondering how far this lie would take her. "Oh yes. He was my fiance. We were engaged, but he was in the Air Force, and they stationed him in Turkey. He fell in love with a Turkish girl."

April got a tragic look on her pretty young face. "Oh god, Laura, I'm sorry! He threw you over for some peasant girl? Gosh, you look like a model! How could he do that?"

Laura smiled wanly, trying to look tragic herself. "I try not to think about it," she said softly.

April looked at her very thoughtfully now, as if Laura had suddenly become a deeper, more inspiring person because of her suffering over love. Laura, throwing caution to the winds, decided to press her advantage.

"I'm still ready to take you out for that drink. How about this evening, after work? I can drive you back to Oakland so you don't fall asleep."

April smiled and laughed softly, suddenly very girlish and enchanting. "I don't drink. But I have an idea. I bought some little filets to cook for my boyfriend tonight, but he's going to a basketball game instead." She made a face. "Why don't you come over to my place, and we'll eat them ourselves and he can go jump in the lake?"

"I think I would be very happy to accept your offer," Laura smiled back, wondering if this 'boyfriend' shared April's apartment.

After work, Laura drove them in her car across the bridge to Oakland. April's apartment was a small lakefront studio and showed no evidence of anyone living there except her. Curious, Laura brought subtly brought up the subject of the boyfriend. Had they been going together long? (Does he fuck you good? was Laura's concealed question.)

"Oh no," April said brightly. "He goes to Cal and lives in the dorm there. His daddy is rich and insists that he live there until he goes on to grad school. We met there during my last year. Which was last year," she laughed. "So... I guess eight or nine months."

Laura felt relieved. At least he wouldn't be walking in on them. He lived elsewhere.

She and April made small talk. April cooked, and they had a nice dinner, though Laura had little appetite. Being alone with April, in private, where anything could happen, made her very excited sexually. The more she looked at April-her lovely, smooth black neck, her wide, gleaming forehead, her sensual lips, her small high breasts under her shirt, and of course her round, alluring ass-the more she wanted her.

And yet she knew it was wrong. Not only was she April's supervisor. It was also fairly clear that April was centered in her heterosexuality, content with her boyfriend, not sexually obsessed like Laura, and almost certainly out of reach. This realization tormented Laura throughout dinner.

April could sense that something was bothering Laura. "You feeling okay? You look real depressed. I hope it wasn't my cooking."

"Are you kidding? This was delicious. No... I guess I'm just tired," Laura said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I've been working too hard on that acquisition project."

"You should let me rub your back," April offered. "I'm really good at it. I do it all the time for my friends. My boyfriend says it makes him feel even better than-"

She stopped, clearly flustered.

Laura smiled. "I'll bet he's kidding," she said. "It can't be better than that."

April giggled softly, recovering her poise. She shook her head in exasperation. "That's what he says."

"I guess I would like that... if you mean it," Laura said softly, trying not to think ahead.

"Of course I mean it. Come over here and lay face down on the sofa."

Laura did, but before she could lie down, April gave her a quick appraisal.

"I think you should take off your blouse. Then lay flat down on your tummy and I'll undo your bra clasp. Backrubs are never any good unless you can really feel my hands on you."

Laura's pulse leaped. She tried not to show how excited the whole idea made her. "I guess you're probably right," she consented.

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, trying not to appear to be doing a strip tease, though she hoped April would be looking. Then she looked down between the cups of her bra.

"It fastens in front," she said softly.

"That's okay, just take the whole thing off," April said matter-of-factly.