Chapter 218

Wild-eyed, Jane was waiting for Laura when she reached the lobby of the building. Laura had not noticed until now, but Jane was wearing a wispy little black teddy, fantastically sexy. She was naked under it, but she held back in the shadows of the lobby, behind the huge ficus plant, so that it wasn't apparent that she was nearly naked.

"Jane... you're naked!" Laura said under her breath. "Are you crazy?"

"You the one who's the tramp, Laura," Jane said, emerging from behind the plant. "You the guys who were having the orghee up there."

"Or-gee," Laura said. "It's pronounced 'or-gee'." She looked around, terrified that someone would walk in on them.

Even though Laura was pleasantly satisfied, sexually, and felt no special lust at the moment, just looking at Jane's near-naked body was enough to heat her up quickly. Jane had a gorgeous teen-age body, her breasts jutting through the filmy black cloth of the teddy, her large black nipples round and glimmering in the weak light. Her thighs below the high hem were completely naked.

"Or-gee, then," Jane smiled a goofy smile which suddenly turned cagey, revealing to Laura that she was completely in control. "I heard you two screaming. You and that little tiny girl. She cute, I'll have to give you that. Her boyfriend do you both? He got a long one? Shit, you two was screaming, girl. I'll bet he got a long one."

"Shhhh!" Laura said, looking around nervously again. "What are you doing here... in that?"

"Don't you like it?" Jane flirted boldly, turning and thrusting out her peerless ass at Laura. "That one you was just fucking with her boyfriend thinks she has a great booty. I can tell by the way she swishes it around. But it don't compare with this one. What do you think?"

"Jane, I think you're half-crazy," Laura said. "Come with me."

She grabbed her by the elbow, trying to shield Jane's figure from the outside, guiding her toward the elevators, hoping they wouldn't encounter anyone coming out of one. They didn't. But Laura lived on the eighth floor. As soon as the doors slid shut, Jane lifted the teddy over her head and flung it across the elevator. She was gloriously naked.

"Jane!"

"Put your hands on my body," Jane said, pushing Laura against the wall of the elevator. She took both of Laura's hands and pulled them up to her firm, springy breasts. "You want to fuck me, don't you. Those guys just got you warmed up for me. You want to fuck me, Laura. You can fuck me right here, in the elevator."

"Jane... please! Oh god, the door's going to open!"

"Ain't nobody gon' be there."

They paused, as if frozen in the frame of a movie, watching in paralyzed horror-at least Laura was horrified-as the doors slid open on the eighth floor.

"See, I told you," Jane said, stooping to scoop up her teddy from the floor as Laura forcibly dragged her out of the elevator and quickly down the hall.

It seemed to take an eternity for Laura to get the door open. She dropped her keys twice. Finally, it opened and she yanked Jane inside. But the sight of her naked breasts jiggling, Laura realized to her chagrin, was really arousing.

"I see the way you looking at them, Laura," Jane said, slyly.

"Jane... we have to have a talk."

"Let's talk after we fuck. You guys' orghee just got me pretty hot up there, and I couldn't wait until they left so we could do it. Come on, Laura, you and I haven't fucked for weeks."

It was true, Laura reflected. Last time they had fucked one another with the huge double dildo and nearly perished together in a bonfire of shared ecstacy. Then they had made love with sweet, all-consuming, tender passion. It had been a stirring experience for them both.

But right now, Laura was torn between mad exasperation at Jane's craziness and fresh lust for her beautiful naked body. "Let's talk first," she said. "I'll get you a robe."

Jane dangled the teddy from one forefinger. "I can put this back on," she smiled devilishly. "It's my Mama's. What do you think? Don't I look better in it that she does?"

"You're too sexy in it," Laura grinned, going to her bedroom to get a robe.

But Jane, who had no manners, was right behind her. She sniffed the air. "People been fucking like crazy in here," she said in mock awe. "I can smell hot pussy and raging dick. And look at those sheets. Still wet. Sploogie all over the place."

Laura giggled out loud. Of course it shouldn't be shocking to hear Jane use the same word her mother used. At the same time, she was mortified. Jane was right: there were ugly damp spots all over the sheets, as well as wadded-up, soiled towels lying around everywhere. It really looked like a small army had been fucking in here.

Quickly, she grabbed a bathrobe out of the closet and handed it to Jane. "Put this on."

"You don't like my body," Jane pouted. "You used to like it. You used to suck my titties like you wanted to swallow them."

I do, Laura thought, unable to keep herself from glancing down at the hard, pear-shaped beauties, and Jane's large, shiny black nipples. "I love your body," Laura said.

Slowly Jane pulled on the robe, doing it clearly out of deference to Laura's wishes. She pointed to the wet spots on the sheets. "Are you sure there was only one dude here? He kind of like the fire department, right? One guy left all this wet?"

Laura smiled noncommittally. "Come into the living room with me."

"Right, we better do it in there. Not so wet."

Laura drew her to the sofa, which faced the window that had a gorgeous view of the city lights. "We have to talk, Jane. You want a soda or something?"

"You could give me a half glass of wine. My Mama lets me drink it sometimes. Special occasions, you know."

"Haven't I corrupted you enough?" Laura grinned wryly.

"Not enough for me," Jane said. "I still think we ought to skip the talk and just get straight to the Big Thing. I'm pretty horny after that orghee of yours. Seeing and smelling your bedroom made it worse."

"If I get you a small glass of wine, promise not to tell anyone?"

"Cross my heart. Want to see me cross my heart?" she asked, eyes flashing mischief.

She pulled the robe open, exposing one exquisitely beautiful naked breast. Then she made a playful crossing with her forefinger over it, brushing the large, gleaming, black nipple with her fingertip.

"Ooohh," she gasped, "I think that made my nipple a little excited. I think it could use a kiss, or a lick."

Laura reached over and pulled the lapel of the robe shut again. Then she stood up and went to the kitchen, pouring them each a small glass of wine. She returned with the glasses and sat down at the other end of the small sofa.

"Tell me why you've been spying on me," she said, straightforwardly, looking Jane directly in the eye, but not hostile.

Instead of answering, Jane raised her glass, her eyes defiant. "Let's have a toast first. To more orghees. Maybe you can invite me next time."

"It's pronounced 'or-gee, ' Jane," Laura said patiently. She clinked Jane's glass with her own. "Why have you been spying on me?"

"It ain't spying. I get jealous. I saw that beautiful sister you were with the other night, the one with the big boobs and the wild bod. I didn't know you ever had anybody that beautiful up here fucking with you. Made me hella mad... and sort of sad, too."

Without even seeing a sign that Jane would cry, Laura saw two huge tears roll down Jane's cheeks as she spoke. Oh Jane! she thought.

"Why sad?" she asked.

But she knew why. With competition like Charise, or Tiffany, or Mavis, Jane felt she was on even ground and could easily handle them. They were teenagers like her, and she knew she was hot, and beautiful. But Trina was a grown woman, like her mother, almost the same age, probably, with a voluptuous figure and plenty of experience. How could Jane hope to compete for Laura's affections with such a stunning woman?

Jane's tears kept coming. Even though Laura had seen her cry like this before, and knew Jane was capable of the cheapest manipulations to get her way (takes one to know one, she thought, ruefully), she could never stand watching it, watching her cry. Jane's beautiful young face was tragic, wet, her eyes glistening.

"What's her name?" Jane asked through soft, choked sobs.

"Trina. Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know," Jane sniffed. "So's I can hate her, I guess."

"You don't have to hate her. She's married. She has a kid. We see each other very rarely."

"What about the little one with the hot booty, and her boyfriend? The dude who wet the bedroom."

She smiled fetchingly through her tears.

Laura smiled back warmly. No matter how much delicious fucking she did with Tiffany, the girl could never replace Jane in her heart.

"They don't count when it comes to you," she said. She sat her wine glass down on the end table and scooted closer to Jane. "Why are you crying? You know how I love you. Where's your mother tonight?"

Laura couldn't help this graceless question. She knew nothing could keep her hands off Jane now and wanted to know what risk they were running.

Artlessly, knowing exactly the import of this question, Jane smiled. "She went to Reno with Marshall. They ain't coming home until tomorrow night."

With one finger, Laura loosened the knot in the sash holding Jane's robe closed. Then she untied it altogether with one more move of her finger. Her lips were very close to Jane's wet face.

"I'm going to kiss your tears away," she whispered.

She kissed each smooth, damp cheek, tasting the salty tears. She ran the tip of her tongue all over Jane's sensual lips.

"Laura, I ain't even kissed you yet, and I'm getting all wet down there," Jane panted.

"Me too."

"We could go upstairs and use Mama's bed. It ain't all sploogied out like yours."

"I think it's more romantic to do it here in the moonlight," Laura said.

"I guess you're right. It's romantic." Jane opened the robe and slipped it off her shoulders. "I never been fucked in the moonlight."

"What about your boyfriend?" Laura murmured, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders. "Your mother told me you had a new boyfriend."

"Guess you could say that."

"Why aren't you with him... instead of me?"

"He don't kiss as good as you," Jane grinned.

Now Laura held both of Jane's hard, upswept breasts in her hands, brushing her large, soft nipples gently with her thumbs. At the same time, she was kissing every part of the girl's body from her shoulders up. Jane was exquisitely formed, fresh, dark, smooth, warm, a feast for Laura's lips. Somehow after the 'orghee, ' as Jane called it, where even though there were only three of them, bodies had seemed to be everywhere, this moment of intimacy in the dark with only Jane, her body lit up by the faint city lights, was breathtaking and sweet for Laura.

"What's his name?" Laura breathed as she kissed Jane's ear, now lightly pinching both of Jane's nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. "My turn to be jealous."

"Keeshon Parker. Ohhhh, Laura, that feels good."

Laura couldn't help but giggle inwardly at this. Jane's mother had been the one to fume comically about the names black mothers visited on their children. That was why she had named her own daughter Jane, plainest, most vanilla of names.

By now Laura was kissing her sculptured clavicles, her smooth upper chest, squeezing the hard, resilient globes of Jane's breasts more urgently. "I'll bet Keeshon loves this body," she whispered, dropping her lips to one large, puffy, obsidian-black nipple.

"He just want to fuck it," Jane panted, watching Laura lick her nipple sensually, then suck it into her mouth. "Unhhh! Oh... yes, Laura."

"Mmmm, I want to fuck it too."

She held Jane's breast in both hands and bathed her large nipple with warm saliva, licking and lip-pinching it until Jane was gasping, her eyes rolling up.

"He don't even want to wear a rubber," Jane panted.

"Men are such beasts," Laura said, deadpan.

"Right," Jane half-giggled, then gasped as Laura sucked her whole nipple deep into her mouth again. "Oh!"

Laura tried not to feel it, but she knew she now had competition. It didn't sound like Jane was too wild about Keeshon, but Laura did want to make sure the girl knew where to come for sex that would put him in the shadows. She bunched Jane's firm breasts up in her hands and assaulted Jane's swollen black nipples with her mouth, sucking them ravenously, letting Jane feel a little teeth, tongue-lashing them, sucking them hard again.

"I just love your body... your breasts," she panted, slurping and sucking passionately, squeezing them, making Jane's shiny wet nipples stand up like long black cones from the balls of her breasts.

"Oh god, Laura... I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" Jane gasped, writhing in the sofa cushions as Laura pushed her down onto her back.

"No you're not," Laura murmured to her. "You're not going to come until I say so."

"I think you may not be able to stop me," Jane panted, her face tense with sexual need, her body undulating under Laura as Laura mouth-mauled her wet, shiny breasts. "Your orghee got me all hot already. Oh! Oh god, Laura, yes, suck it hard, like that! Unhh! If you lick my pussy, I'll come! Please, Laura! Please!"

Laura was very aroused too, but she wanted to come with Jane, wanted them to come together. Earlier with Tiffany and Damon, they had all climaxed several times, but it had been, as Jane said, truly nothing but an exciting orgy. This was deeper, more emotional, the bond between Laura and Jane stronger.

"I want to come with you," Laura panted into her lovely, glossy black ear.

"Yes!" Jane gasped. "Please! Oh Laura!"

Quickly, Laura slipped out of her clothes. She was wearing no underwear, having only quickly pulled on jeans and a loose jersey to go downstairs. Naked, she embraced Jane and they coiled together on the sofa, kissing hungrily, mewling and whimpering and panting uncontrollably.

"Oh Laura, put your pussy against mine," Jane begged. "We're both so wet... and hot. I know we can come in a second."

"Yes," Laura panted. "Lie back. Spread your thighs and hold your pussy open with your hand... like this."

Pushing Jane onto her back, Laura slipped one leg under one of Jane's, holding her own pussy wide open with two fingers, her groin hovering directly over Jane's. Both of them looked down at their swollen, wet pussies, only inches apart. Jane, with a quivering hand, spread her cuntlips as Laura had coached her.

"Now I can rub my clit against yours," Laura panted softly, delirious with sexual excitement, lowering her pussy down onto Jane's.

"Anngghh!" Jane groaned as they both felt the hot, wet meat of their inflamed cunts meld together, a squinchy, acutely intimate contact unlike any they had ever felt together before. "Oh god!"

"Yes, baby!"

Laura wanted to kiss her. She yearned to kiss her, longed to hold Jane and fuck her and kiss her and feel their hot, wet pussies squirming together. But in this position, it was impossible. Instead, she moved her pelvis slowly back and forth, letting their greasy vulva slide together, feeling along with Jane the hot waves of sex flow back and forth between their intimately joined bodies.

The sensations were so intense that both of them nearly lost control. Their bodies throbbed in unison, their eyes, glazed and pulsing with hot need, were locked together, their breath rough and rapid. Slowly, Laura gyrated her pussy into Jane's, watching Jane's face transition from awed excitement to furious sexual urgency as she began to gyrate her pelvis back and up into Laura's.

"I'm going to come, Laura. Do it hard," she said, almost calmly, then bit her lower lip, her eyes rolling up.

"Yes... Jane... let me rub your clit with mine," Laura panted, maneuvering her hand down between them, guiding the hard nubbin of her erect clit into Jane's, which was big and swollen and easy to feel with the back of her knuckle.

She clenched her teeth against the explosion and rubbed her pussy very hard against Jane's at this instant, and both of them, after a few plunging, awkward thrusts, began to overflow in a big, bursting, flowering orgasm that shook them at the same moment.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Jane gasped. "Auungghhiiieeee! Ungghhiieee!"

Their hot, striving bodies tangled together on the sofa, they writhed and surged together, pumping, coming in sharp spasms.

"Uhgghhhh! Oh!" Laura cried out, feeling honey flames bathe her pussy as warm juices flooded both her and Jane, making their cunts slipperier than ever as they slid together. "Auungghhh! Oh... Jane!"

She fell forward onto Jane, still pumping and undulating as the sharp, pleasurable spasms wrenched her body, gasping and panting, whimpering into Jane's shoulder. Jane kissed her, grabbing Laura's head in both hands and mashing her hungry, sensual mouth into Laura's, stabbing her tongue deep into Laura's mouth, still gyrating her cunt up into Laura, even though now it was only sliding against Laura's thigh muscle.

But it was a thrilling, intense sexual moment that neither was willing to let go. They rubbed their bodies together, panting, groaning softly, kissing ravenously, still fucking, still unwilling to stop, churning their hips, pushing their pussies into each other's skin wherever possible. Finally, Laura slid her hand, her fingers still wet with their mingled cunt juices, back down to Jane's crotch, slipping two fingers into the warm, flowing channel of Jane's tight young pussy, fingerfucking Jane rapidly.