Chapter 201

Laura was in her new office with Deshona, who had come up to the city for a change to work on their project. They had half-closed the door since the sexual magnetism between them was so great that they didn't want to be seen or heard by anyone, even though they tried not to flirt or say anything revealing. But only a half-wit would have missed the undercurrent of lust that flowed between them.

Deshona kept gazing, as if lovestruck, deep into Laura's eyes, instead of looking at the documents they had spread out on the table next to Laura's desk. Laura found it slightly embarrassing, and wildly pleasing at the same time, because, she guessed, of the sharp contrast between Deshona's severe aloofness in the past and this almost adolescent devotion she now displayed. Gosh, before we slept together and sort of 'fell in love, ' Laura thought, she would have cut me to the quick with those cold black eyes. Now, she looks like she wants me to rape her.

"Can we go somewhere for lunch?" Deshona asked softly, touching Laura's hand.

"I know some good restaurants," Laura said, nervously.

"No, silly. Somewhere. Somewhere with a bed." She smiled demurely, 'blushing' herself.

Laura blushed for real, as always. "We could go to my--"

She was interrupted in mid-sentence by, of all people, April, who stuck her head in the door. April's face was very attractive, and Laura had made her pant and given her terrific orgasms many times. The sight of her poking her head in the door was shocking and exciting, especially after what had happened between them, both good and bad.

"Laura, can I talk to you for a moment?" April asked.

Laura glanced at Deshona, who looked down. She got up from her chair. "Of course. Will you excuse me just a minute, Ms. Reed?"

Deshona nodded. Laura left the office, drawing April down the hall. April would never be thought of as gorgeous, but she was physically attractive, especially to Laura, who had tasted the huge, coal-black nipples under her sweater, and kneaded and kissed that scrumptious, swelling ass under her modest skirt. She had missed April.

"I missed you," she confessed in a whisper.

They had last spoken the night Laura had fucked April in her ass for the first time, Jane had confronted them in the foyer, and April had hopped out of Laura's car in Oakland in a surly, jealous huff. Then, Laura had come to work to find April transferred by Rhonda. They had not spoken since.

April ignored Laura's soft confession, as well as the plea in Laura's eyes. I want you, Laura's eyes said. I still want you. But April had been the one to point out-something even Laura missed-that Deshona had looked at her 'as if she was interested, ' even before anything had developed. Now, finding the two of them head-to-head in Laura's office, with the door half-shut, she couldn't conceal her suspicion. Her eyes were hard, distant.

"I need you to sign this form," she said. "It's for my transfer. You were my former supervisor, and they have to get your signature."

Laura wanted to prolong this. She didn't hurry to sign the form. I'm such a terrible slut! she thought, knowing Rhonda, and probably April, would agree with her. I'm going to take Deshona home for lunch, and eat her for lunch too, and here I am dying to get into April's pants again. No wonder she's disgusted with me.

"You know, I had a dream about you, April," she said, shamelessly.

"Just can it, Laura. You didn't have no dream."

Laura recoiled, almost physically. "I love it when you're mad at me. You're so... passionate. Maybe you'd like to... hit me, or scratch me, or something."

Laura's pulse was racing. She could see from April's eyes that April's was too. "Sign the goddamn paper, okay?" April snapped.

Laura took it and signed it, making no attempt to disguise her disappointment. "April, I'm sorry about what happened. Nothing between us was... fake, though. It was real."

April smiled curtly. "It may have been real. Now it's over."

She turned and walked away, without so much as a smile. Laura, feeling more sluttish than ever, caressed the girl's swaying bottom lustfully with her eyes. It is a little big, she thought, recalling what Yvette and Randi and Jane had said about April's enchanting butt. She forced herself not to recall the excitement of screwing April in her ass.

Instead, she took a deep breath and went back to her office, where Deshona was trying to appear oblivious to it all. She sat down, but the tension was palpable. Deshona had to be wondering if this was just a routine employee conversation, or if April was an ex or current lover of Laura's. And Laura knew from experience that it was very hard to hide those signals from a shrewd, and interested, observer.

Both of them, being professionals, subordinated these feelings entirely and plunged with doubled energy into the work at hand. At noon, Laura looked up.

"Lunch," she said. "I'll drive. I know a good place."

Deshona nodded and said nothing. She had already been as bold, Laura felt, as she intended to be when, earlier in the day, she had mentioned a place with a bed. She and Laura were leaving her office when Laura, feeling a horrible and wonderful excitement flare up in the pit of her stomach, then spread through her entire body, saw Randi smiling at her from a mutual friend's cubicle. Oh god, she thought. Oh shit.

And Randi's hair was again in braids, which Laura hadn't seen her wearing for months. They were long braids, longer than her hair, hanging marvelously around her shoulders and her neck and down her back. Extensions, Laura thought, cattily. The bitch. I love her desperately.

And Randi was stunning, so stunning and glowing with vivacity and sex that Laura almost found herself fumbling for words and excuses and awkward niceties as she tried to walk an even line between her new love Deshona and her earlier, shockingly sexy one, Randi. Worse, Randi was a bold, flirtatious girl under any circumstances, and catching Laura in this uncomfortable position just brought out her talents.

"Laura... how good to see you!" she beamed, tossing a multitude of thin, sexy braids back over her shoulder with a coltish tilt of her head.

She grabbed Laura's hands and looked briefly, appraisingly, at Deshona. Laura was temporarily speechless, and fighting to keep from blushing a deep purple, though pink was already showing. She realized that she was moving her mouth without anything coming out.

This helpless confusion only amused Randi, spurring her into more aggression. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" she asked, with a salacious twist that she and Laura immediately grasped, and that Laura desperately hoped eluded Deshona.

Laura made her face into a grim warning. "This is Deshona Reed from Decision Analysis down in Burlingame," she said pointedly to Randi. "Deshona, Randi Foster." Then to Randi: "Deshona and I are working together on the Gorham Project."

She squinted in controlled hostility at Randi, as if to say: Back off, darling. This is all business, and you better not fuck around in it. But she could see in Randi's eyes-God, I know her so well! she thought-that Randi knew in an instant that Laura and Deshona Reed were fucking. She knows me too, Laura thought.

They stared each other down for a moment. Then Laura, trying to change the subject, said, "I haven't seen you in braids for a long time. They're so beautiful on you."

"They are," Deshona agreed. "I've tried, but they never look like that on me. I'm too short, I guess."

Randi, of course, was tall, long-legged, and stood a full-head over the petite Deshona Reed, slightly less over Laura. She tossed her braids again coltishly. Laura wanted to rape her. How can I be feeling this way with Deshona standing right here? she wondered.

"Rob wanted me to do it," Randi said, a subtle taunt. "He saw a picture of me in braids and insisted that I go back to them."

Laura felt the dagger. She even felt it twist. But in a way, it was accompanied by mild relief. Her jealousy was dour and intense, but on the surface she realized that Deshona was much less likely to be suspicious of Randi if she thought Randi had a boyfriend. Rob. Laura's ex-boyfriend. Oh god, he's fucking her, and they've fallen in love! Laura thought. I wish I could kill him!

Laura gave her a tight smile and began moving. "We're meeting some people for lunch," she said to Randi. "Got to run. Nice to see you."

"Oh Laura..." Randi's eyes glinted ambiguously, and she glanced at Deshona one last time, now letting her own jealousy show briefly. "Do give me a call."

Laura hurried Deshona out of the building and to the parking garage, realizing again how complicated her life had become with all these current and former lovers milling about in her company. And then, there was Rhonda, whom she didn't relish the thought of seeing again.

Deshona said nothing while Laura drove to her apartment. When Laura parked, Deshona looked up at the building. "Is this where we're having lunch?"

"It's the only place I know with a bed," Laura said softly.

A slow smile crept over Deshona's lovely face. Her teeth were perfectly even and white, and her mouth was a paragon of sensuality. You know, Laura thought, this is a face that could make you forget Randi.

They went upstairs. Inside Laura's apartment, she detected a reserve in Deshona that hadn't shown up until now. It's April, and Randi, Laura thought.

They kissed, but Deshona wasn't passionate. She turned her head aside, letting Laura's lips brush her smooth cheek.

"I guess I feel a little like the new girl on the block," she said softly.

"I wish you wouldn't say that," Laura whispered. "I've been dying for this moment."

She kissed Deshona's warm, smooth neck. Deshona giggled and pulled away. "Ooohhh, that tickles," she laughed.

Laura began to unbutton Deshona's business suit jacket. With a nervous smirk on her face, Deshona watched, then slipped out of it when it was finally open. Now Laura began to unbutton the front of her silk blouse.

"You have something other than lunch in mind," she said to Laura.

Laura looked up. She let her eyes flame with sexual hunger. "No, I have lunch in mind."

"I think your friend Randi knew we were going somewhere to do this," Deshona said, as if daring Laura to deny it.

Rather than answer, Laura ignored her and kissed her neck again, and her ear. She dug her fingers into Deshona's back through her blouse. "I want you."

A small, helpless sigh escaped Deshona's lips, completely involuntary. "I want you too."

"I love you." Laura kissed her ravenously, squeezing Deshona's hard round breasts through her blouse and bra.

"I... love you too," Deshona said, more vulnerable than Laura had seen her, such a contrast to the hard-edged, cutting exterior she had so often thrown up before to people, including Laura. "There. I... said it."

"The 'L' word?"

"Yes." Deshona smiled. "Did I say it right?"

Laura drew her down the hall to the bedroom. Inside, she unbuttoned the rest of Deshona's silk blouse, carefully draping it over the back of a chair. Now Deshona seemed to awaken too from her trance. She helped Laura off with her blouse.

Both knew they actually wanted to be tearing off each other's clothes. The sexual tension had been building all morning, while they were working. Laura's fingers trembled as she undid the clasp of Deshona's beautiful white lace bra. She kissed the girl's incredible naked back, remembering how thrilled she had been to discover how perfect it was last time, the first time they had made love.

"God, your back is so gorgeous," she murmured, kissing it everywhere as Deshona's bra straps slid down her arms. "I just want to touch it and kiss it everywhere."

Deshona turned slowly, smiling. Her bra slid from her wrists and dropped between them. "You mean you don't want what's in front?" she asked softly.

Laura kissed her, again ravenously. "I want every inch of you."

Quickly, they shed the rest of their clothes. They kissed again, totally naked now, still standing, their breasts mashing together, their hands roaming.

"It's good to be wanted," Deshona confessed softly. "Wanted so much. I never thought I'd say this to another woman, but I want you too. I want your body."

Laura smiled and pulled back the bedcovers. She drew Deshona down on the sheets. "Welcome to lunch," she breathed. "I'm your waitress, and I plan to give you everything. All you can eat. Only, I think I'm going to eat first."

Now that they had made love once-fucked repeatedly through the afternoon and evening at Deshona's house-they were more familiar with one another, and Deshona especially was more relaxed. She surrendered her lovely body willingly to Laura, luxuriating in the sensations as Laura kissed and stroked her phenomenally round and firm breasts.

Panting softly, she watched Laura tongue and pinch and suck her nipples until they were rubbery and pointing, erect, the areolas stippled with tiny bumps of excitement...