Chapter 203

It was not until she actually got home and looked at her back in the mirror, using a hand mirror to peer over her shoulder, that Laura realized the trouble she was in. There were deep and long scratches down the length of her back, red and ropey and inflamed. Not only did the scratches sting and throb and look horrible, they also would take a long time to heal. Her heart sank as she realized she would not be able to go to bed with Deshona for weeks, and would have to come up with an excuse.

She didn't have long to do it, either. She had told Deshona that she had to fly to Arizona over the weekend because of a sick sister. There was already a message blinking on her answering machine, and she knew who it was. She loves me, Laura thought, with mixed feelings, a warm glow of happiness mixed with a hot, sour shot of guilt. And I spent a whole weekend fucking and fighting with that lovely bitch Randi.

She ran the tip of her tongue across the inside gash that had bled when Randi had popped her in the mouth. It was tender and coppery-tasting, and she recalled how they had fist-fucked each other in an unbelievable frenzy. Her pussy was still a little sore.

She couldn't bear the thought of hearing Deshona's voice, or the guilt she would feel. Instead, she went out to the nearby Safeway to get a rotisserie chicken for dinner. While waiting it line, she couldn't take her eyes off the bagger, a young, beautiful black girl about eighteen years old, small and thin but with a gorgeous rump that stuck out high and round under her baggy black Safeway pants. Her name tag said 'Tiffany, ' and Laura, even though she had spent a weekend of riotous fucking, was instantly in love.

Laura smiled at her a lot, trying to get her attention, feeling the boldness of desperation after her collision with Randi and her uncertain future with Deshona. Tiffany was also very black, and the thin white straps of her bra were visible through the white of her shirt, so dark was the skin of her back and shoulders. This was devastatingly alluring to Laura.

Tiffany smiled back, which made Laura even more reckless. "Can I help you out to the car with this, Miss Robbins?" she asked, with a small, satirical smirk, since this was what they were taught to say; but Laura's package was only one bag, not a whole shopping cart.

"Gosh, would you?" Laura said, feigning complete innocence.

On the way to the car, Laura saw a diamond ring on Tiffany's finger. Her heart plunged. But she resigned herself, knowing nothing would come of this anyway. It was just a passing flirtation.

"Just one question," Tiffany asked, as Laura unlocked the car door. "Why'd you ask me to bring this out here?"

Tiffany looked miffed. Laura tried to smile her out of it. "I thought you looked like you needed a break."

A slow grin spread over Tiffany's beautiful face. "You are right about that. What a nice thing to do. You married?"

Laura shook her head.

"Maybe you'd like to go to a concert with me tonight. I got these two tickets to the Whitney Houston concert, and my boyfriend's grandfather died. He can't go."

Laura pointed to the diamond ring. "That boyfriend?"

Tiffany nodded, pouting. "Good seats. Concord Pavillion."

"You don't even know me," Laura said, wondering what it would be like to touch the girl's marvelously smooth black cheek.

Tiffany's eyes twinkled. "You don't look to me like some rapist and serial killer. In fact, you so beautiful, I should leave you home. All the dudes'll be all over you and ignoring me."

"I hardly think so," Laura said, unable to keep a thin, ambiguous edge of lust out of her own voice.

I'm not a killer, you darling girl, but I've raped a few. She enthusiastically accepted the invitation. It would get her mind off everything. She and Tiffany went together to the Whitney Houston concert, and Laura was in heaven. She was sitting next to the gorgeous Tiffany, and of course she long would have liked to fuck Whitney Houston a year to Friday. There had been rumors about Whitney liking girls, too.

The music was sexy and high-powered, and by the time the concert was over, Laura was completely Tiffany's slave. I'll do anything for her, she realized.

"This feels so funny," Tiffany said as they drove back. "This is the time we'd usually be going out for a drink and the guy would be trying to get into my pants."

"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I tried?" Laura teased her.

"Not while I'm driving," Tiffany said with a straight face. "Sex gets me all hot and bothered. I might crash."

"You could come back to my place for a drink, if you like," Laura suggested. "The view is really incredible."

"That sounds great," Tiffany said. "No awful smoky club and horny guys."

Right, only horny me, Laura thought, wondering how she could be horny after Randi. But Tiffany was completely and wildly desirable. In fact, it had been no picnic sitting next to her at the concert. She wore a sleeveless evening dress that dipped low in front, and hugged her spectacular rear assets behind. She was very black, her skin gleaming and smooth and velvet. Laura wanted to touch it with her lips.

Laura gave her directions. In her apartment, Tiffany stared at the city lights, while Laura stared at her. "The only problem with being here is that nobody gets to admire you in that fantastic dress," Laura said.

"Oh, you like it?" Tiffany grinned, doing a quick pirouette. "My boyfriend just wants to rip it off when he sees me in it."

"He doesn't like it?" Laura asked, innocently.

"No, silly. He likes my bod. I have a skinny little bod, but he likes it. Skinny bod, big booty."

She pointed to her rear end, which was not big at all but beautifully shaped and round and high, and which made Laura quiver inside from desire. The dress was pale yellow, and the fabric clung to Tiffany's curves.

"I think your booty is great," Laura said. "It's way better than mine, for example."

"Let me see."

Laura in turn did a shy pirouette, hoping that Tiffany found her attractive in some subconscious way that she would be unable to resist. Laura grinned and stuck out her bottom.

"We should have a contest," Tiffany said. "Who has the best booty. You pull your skirt up, and I'll pull mine up, and we'll have a booty contest."

"I'll lose," Laura pouted.

"I think it's pretty nice," Tiffany said, looking at Laura's ass. "I'll bet the fellas like it fine."

"Yours is better."

"You afraid to have a contest?"

"We haven't even had a drink yet. Let's have a drink and then have the contest. That way I can get more courage."

Tiffany laughed and followed Laura into the kitchen. "I like you. Okay, one drink, then booty contest."

They had vodka tonics, Laura's specialty, and Laura tried not to stare too hard at Tiffany. When Tiffany finished hers, she stood up and walked to the center of Laura's livingroom.

"Okay, here we go."

She hiked up the skirt part of her pale yellow dress and slid her thumbs under the elastic waist band of her panties. They were white and lacy, her naked thighs deep black and glossy. Oh god! Laura thought, devouring the girl with her eyes.

"Ready?" Tiffany smiled devilishly.

"Ready," Laura swallowed.

Slowly, Tiffany inched her panties down her thighs. Laura realized the girl was doing a striptease for her.

"You have to turn around, don't you, so I can see your booty," Laura coached, nervously.

Tiffany's grin grew wider. Slowly she turned, still inching them down her thighs. Her beautiful bare ass came into view, but the pale yellow fabric of her dress kept falling down to obscure it. She brushed the cloth away. Her ass was a round, high, curvaceous miracle. Laura was speechless.

"What do you think?" Tiffany asked, disingenuously.

Laura couldn't say anything. Her eyes were riveted on the peerless black moons, perfectly round, swelling, gleaming.

"Laura?"

"I... I think it's... marvelous," Laura whispered hoarsely.

"You looking at what every man who comes in that Safeway wants to see, girl," Tiffany grinned over her shoulder. "I got the prettiest little black ass of all, and they all want to get their hands on it, you know?"

Laura nodded. "Anybody would," she half-croaked.

"Anybody?" Now Tiffany sensed a chance for big-time teasing. "Even you?"

"I wouldn't mind the chance just... to touch it," Laura said softly, paralyzed by lust.

"Really?" Tiffany flirted. "Okay, now it's time for yours."

"Mine isn't in the same class."

"Probably not. But you have to show it anyway. This is a booty contest. How can I win if we don't see yours?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Is not. Look, you getting a full view of mine." She pushed her delicious bottom out at Laura and wiggled it. "I ain't embarrassed.

"You're just a shameless little tease," Laura said, standing up.

Tiffany smirked. "I got something to tease with," she said, almost seductively.

Laura knew her ass wasn't as gorgeous as Tiffany's. Few were. But she also knew her body wasn't exactly minor league. Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, doing a modified striptease in return for Tiffany. Knowing she was going to the concert with Tiffany, and having hoped for a moment like this, she had worn her sexiest underwear.

Her skirt fell to her ankles, revealing her black lace thong. She could hear a small gasp of admiration escape Tiffany's lips.

"Gosh, that's pretty," Tiffany said. "But you gotta take it off too. Like me."

Slowly, Laura skimmed the thong down her thighs, watching Tiffany's face. Tiffany watched every inch of Laura's bare skin come into view. Are you sure you've never done it with a girl before? Laura found herself thinking.

Finally, the thong dropped onto the skirt. Laura stepped out of them. She turned so that Tiffany could see her naked ass. Neither one had said anything for more than a minute.

"Now shake it like I did," Tiffany said. "Go on."

Slowly again, Laura gyrated her bottom, swirling it sexily. Over her shoulder, she saw Tiffany looking at her ass. "What do you think?" she asked.

Tiffany beamed. "Very sexy. You got a beautiful booty... for a white girl." She turned and pointed to her own peerless naked ass. "But this one is still the winner."

"I agree," Laura swallowed.

"Come over here and rub your ass against the winner. That's the respect you owe the champ."

Laura came closer. She could hardly believe this was happening. Tiffany was small, petite, short, a full head or more shorter than Laura. Turning and bending her knees, Laura rubbed her naked ass against the taut, round moons of Tiffany's. She could feel her heart racing. Oh god, Tiffany, I want to fuck you! she thought.

"Ooohhhh... that feels good," Tiffany purred, swirling her own ass against Laura's. "I never knew it could feel so good. Keep it up. You got a good ass, Laura."

Laura was becoming very aroused. She wondered if Tiffany was too. They were facing in opposite directions, so there were few clues. But suddenly, they pulled their asses apart and turned toward each other. Tiffany's eyelids were heavy, and she was breathing harder.

"You are such a beautiful girl," Laura whispered.

She saw Tiffany's eyes on her mouth. She moved her face close to kiss the girl, but Tiffany froze.

"I ain't ever done it with a girl before," she said.

Laura ignored her. "I want to kiss the champ," she said softly. "To congratulate the winner."

Tiffany smiled and softened. "Really?"

Laura nodded. "May I?"

She took one step closer. They were now close enough so that she could extend one arm, curl it around Tiffany, and run her fingertips over one delicious hard round black buttock.

"Ooohh, don't tickle me," Tiffany breathed.

"Now turn around so I can pay my respects," Laura said, continuing with the game.

Surprisingly, Tiffany obeyed. She turned around, presenting her breathtaking naked posterior to Laura, who knelt and began to kiss the smooth black moons sensually. In the back of her mind, Laura remembered how she had done this to Chanitra once, in the beginning, and quickly turned the girl into a teeny lust maniac. Would the same thing happen to Tiffany?

Slowly, Laura explored Tiffany's extraordinary naked asscheeks with her fingers and kissed them everywhere, from the top slopes to the round, bulging bottoms. Then she grew bolder, separating Tiffany's cheeks with her fingers and running her tongue up and down the dark, warm crease between them. At this, Tiffany began to whimper and quiver.

"Oh god... you getting me hot, Laura," she gasped.

On her knees Laura could do very little to maneuver Tiffany to a more comfortable position, and she felt reluctant to mention it in case the girl should clearly see that this meant they were going to actually do it. Not knowing what to do, she kept her tongue moving down, and her fingers too, until she felt the warm wetness of Tiffany's crotch. She couldn't reach it with her tongue-Tiffany's magnificent bottom was too hard and firm and outthrusting-but her fingers easily slipped under the beautiful, bulging buns and slid into Tiffany's very wet pussy.

"Unnhhh!" Tiffany gasped in surprise, and pleasurable shock. "God... what you doing, Laura?"

"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" Laura said, panting herself.

"Told you I ain't never done it with a girl."

Laura removed her fingers and stood up. Tiffany slowly turned to face her. Elaborately, so that Tiffany would see everything, Laura raised her two fingers, wet with the girl's cunt juices, to her mouth and, very sensually, licked them clean. Tiffany's eyes were riveted to Laura's fingers.