Chapter 231

Laura and Ada worked late one night on a report that was due, and it was nearly seven before they were finished, weary and hungry. Ada was a pleasure to work with, considerate and methodical, with no trace of The Voice, the loud, annoying twang, while they were alone. She spoke softly, and smiled often.

She was actually quite lovely, and Laura found herself more and more physically stimulated by her. And this made her more nervous than ever, because wanting to sleep with your boss was a perilous impulse. Worse, Ada seemed to like Laura and began revealing more about herself.

She had committed herself to this career and so had indeed, as Laura had suspected, not left any permanent romantic relationship behind in Dallas upon taking this new job. She seemed, also, a little wistful about it, but resigned. They went out for a quick meal afterward, and she got even more friendly with Laura.

"So, tell me, why isn't a beautiful young woman like you married, or otherwise tied up, Laura?" she smiled across the table.

For some reason, Laura had to suppress a grin. She could hear Groucho Marx in the back of her mind, saying 'Tied up? Why, I was tied up by a darling supermarket clerk just the other day, my dear.' But she quickly put that out of her thoughts, embarrassed to be remembering such kinky wonders in the presence of this sweet, very attractive woman.

"I guess I'm like you. Buried in work. No time to think of romance."

Ada sighed in agreement. "What'll become of us. Old maids driving our Mercedes. What do you do for fun?"

You keep walking right into these, dear Ada, Laura thought, staring deeply into her large black eyes, letting her own eyes caress the phenomenally smooth dark brown skin of Ada's cheek. For fun I try my darnedest to get beautiful women like you to let me fuck them. I would so love to slide my tongue up into your lovely wet pussy. Can you read what I'm saying with my eyes? I wish you could.

And maybe Ada did. She seemed briefly uncomfortable and looked away from Laura's riveting stare.

"I play a little tennis. Go to a movie. You know."

"I've never played tennis. Maybe you could teach me."

"Gosh, that would be fun," Laura brightened up. An opportunity. She remembered playing tennis with Randi and how they had completely devoured one another after a few sweaty matches. "I'd love to."

She could feel the familiar little tingle deep inside her pussy that always started when she flirted, even unobtrusively, as she was now doing. It was flirting without the object of the flirtation even knowing about it. Laura's heart and pussy fluttered with excitement at the same time. And the danger seemed to spice it up even more. Wanting to fuck your own boss! Laura thought, almost blushing right there. I really am a tramp and slut after all. Kendra's right.

They parted after making plans to play tennis that weekend, and Laura hummed to herself all the way home in the car.

At home she was already in her nightgown, minutes away from going to bed, when the downstairs lobby bell rang. She was a little tired and not looking forward to a visit, but the inescapable notion came over her that it could be one of the scrumptious teenagers, either Charise or Mavis, who called her at odd times since they could not always elude their mothers easily. Tired or not, Laura knew she would not turn down a chance to lie naked together with either one.

But it was Deshona Reed's strangely slurred, distorted voice that came up through the speaker system. "Laura... you said if I ever needed to drop by, I could. Can you let me in?"

"Of course." Laura buzzed open the lobby door for her.

She looked at the clock. It was ten-thirty. What's she doing here at ten-thirty? Unannounced. This is very strange. Laura opened her door and looked down the hall toward the elevators, where Deshona emerged about a minute later.

She was beautifully and expensively dressed, as usual. This time she wore a fur coat, a silver fox, very classy, and under it a pale mint evening dress that scooped low to reveal her considerable cleavage. As if to emphasize the beauty of her throat, her perfect clavicles, her smooth dark brown chest, and the deep valley between her large breasts-so big, as Laura often thought, for such a petite woman-Deshona wore a genuine pearl necklace, with pearl earrings to match. She actually looked stunning, but one look in her eyes told Laura that she was as drunk as a skunk.

Deshona could hardly even stand up straight. "'Smatter, you never seen anybody drunk before?" she asked, her voice again slurred, too loud.

She also stumbled on the carpet as Laura quickly grabbed her elbow and pulled her inside. "What happened to you?"

Deshona gave her a daffy smile and giggled. "Tee martoonis and a bubble dourbon. Remember that? I had a fight with that fucking Charles, right in the middle of the fucking Carnelian Fucking Room."

The look on her face was formidably wrathful, and Laura was glad she hadn't been there to experience her anger with 'Charles'. Deshona's small body became stiff again with anger just at the memory of it. She glowered at Laura.

"Who's Charles?" Laura asked innocently.

"Husband. Excuse me, ex-husband." Deshona smirked with a comical, inebriated cleverness. "I realize that upsets you."

"Oh... no," Laura said, airily, aping Deshona's usual aloofness, acting as if she could care less about any of it. "Come over here and take off your coat. I'll make a pot of coffee."

Deshona lurched after her, and Laura helped her out of her fur coat.

"You just want me for my body, don't you," she slurred. "Just like him. You don't want my mind, just my body. You just like these big boobs, and my pretty little black pussy. You're trying to take my clothes off and-"

"No, I'm not. I'm just trying to sober you up. Now come in here and sit down while I make some coffee."

Deshona lurched forward and flung both arms around Laura's neck, almost sliding down Laura's body to the floor before Laura grabbed her. Even though she was clumsy drunk, the feel of her body against Laura's sent a hot current of sexual desire shooting through Laura's flesh.

"Look at you in your little flannel old lady's nightie with a ruffled collar," Deshona giggled. "Always thought you wore those sexy little teddies like I see you in. Don't want no coffee, Laura. Take me in the bedroom and fuck my brains out. That's what Charles always says. Says he wants to take me home and fuck my brains out."

"Is that why you had a fight?"

Deshona pouted theatrically. "That... and some other reasons. He's a prick. Kiss me. I love you. I always loved you. He's a stinking prick and a shit."

"Where did you get these marvelous pearls? They just make me want to kiss your neck," Laura murmured, kissing it.

"Ooohhh, see? You do want to fuck my brains out. Come on, let's go do it. My pussy is hungry for some hot lesbian screwing."

Deshona grabbed her hand and jerked Laura behind her, heading in her graceless, lurching way for Laura's bedroom. Laura, though she had to lurch too to keep up with Deshona, didn't resist. God, I do want her bad, even if she's drunk, she thought. It's been a while, and I do love her so much.

All the pain of sharing Deshona with 'Charles' came rushing back into her mind and heart, as well as the pain of being separated from her. Deshona was obviously hot for it right now. Did it make sense to refuse her, even if she was a little tipsy?

In Laura's bedroom both of them managed enough equilibrium to remove Deshona's jewelry, Laura carefully taking off the necklace while Deshona took care, still woozy but focusing closely, of the earrings. Laura put them on her dresser together so they could find them in the morning, for she suspected a hot night in bed was about to ensue.

While she had her back to Deshona, Deshona unzipped and slithered out of her evening dress, letting it fall around her ankles. She was wearing devastatingly sexy black lace underwear, panties cut high on the thigh, bra cups dipping low under her firm round breasts. Laura was agog. Had she forgotten how beautiful this woman was? But at the same time she was troubled by the question whether Deshona had worn this underwear for 'Charles' and now was teasing Laura with it as her fall-back position. Laura knew the answer.

Deshona lay down and stretched out on Laura's bed, holding out her hand as an invitation. "Come on, Laura. Get out of that granny nightgown. I'm hot and horny for you, honey. I want you to fuck me... five times... no, six."

Laura could see her own hands trembling as she lifted the flannel nightgown over her head. She was consumed by sexual excitement, hungry for Deshona, hungry for her body and everything else, disappointed that Deshona was a little drunk but otherwise pulsing with hot desire for her. But by the time she stretched out next to her, Deshona had passed out.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. In the split second it had taken Laura to disrobe and lie down, the liquor had overwhelmed Deshona and dropped her into a deep stupor. She was breathing gently, and so not dead, but completely submerged in a deep, drunken sleep.

Laura kissed her shoulder, and she did not stir or give any recognition of the touch. Laura ran a gentle, caressing finger along the curve of her bra, letting it descend into the deep, alluring valley between her very round breasts, which amazingly did not slacken out even when she lay on her back. Still Deshona did not stir.

"You sure are a little bitch to tempt me like this," Laura whispered, smiling. "If I did it to you six times now, you wouldn't even know it."

On the other hand, she thought, maybe I could bring her out of it with a little coaxing. But then, resigned, she decided to let her sleep. Deshona was very lovely, lying there like that, completely passed out, in her sexy black lace underwear. She was, in her sleep, almost too pure to touch. Laura could only love and desire her, which she did in silence, finally pulling a loose blanket over her before getting up to shut off the lights.

In the morning, she awoke and showered, humming to herself. My heart should be well-schooled, Cause I've been fooled in the past, But still I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast.

Deshona was still asleep, having during the night rolled over onto her side and curled up in a fetal position. Laura was sitting alone at her small kitchen table a half an hour later, reading the paper, when Deshona appeared. She had found a shortie terrycloth robe in Laura's closet, one that reached only halfway down the thighs. The sash was loosely tied, and the lapels gaped open since her breasts were larger than Laura's. But Laura could clearly see that the sexy black lace bra was gone.

Deshona looked frowsy and hungover but deliciously sexy. "I feel like warmed-over shit," she croaked, standing beside Laura.

When Laura turned her head, she was staring almost directly into the big round balls of Deshona's wonderful breasts, only half-concealed by the flimsy terrycloth robe.

"Sit down, I'll make you some scrambled eggs."

Not moving, Deshona grinned down knowingly at her. "Tell me. Did you take advantage of me last night? When I was drunk? Did you have your way with me?"

Laura deadpanned her. "Why should you care, if you don't remember it?"

"My body is a temple," Deshona said, her voice heavily laced with irony. "Didn't they teach you that as a kid? I like to know who's worshipping in there."

Instead of answering, Laura playfully moved her head forward a few inches so that her lips came to rest between Deshona's firm, half-naked breasts, pressing against the warm, flat skin between them. She kissed it sensually and with her fingers slipped loose the sash of the small bathrobe. It fell open, and she swept the thin lapels aside, filling her hands with the round, springy globes, feeling the thick, protruding bullets of Deshona's nipples against her palms.

"Do you have a headache?" she inquired, softly.

Deshona nodded. "Chinese gong style. Are you going to fuck me anyway?"

"I think I might."

"Mmmm, I was hoping you'd say that."

She bent to kiss Laura's mouth, while Laura still held her naked breasts in both hands. It was a long, warm, exploratory kiss. They had not kissed in weeks, and the aching in Laura's heart was so intense that it almost hurt physically.

She stood up and took Deshona in her arms, and they began kissing more heatedly. Laura still wore her own bathrobe, and Deshona's shortie one was nearly off by now. Laura ran her hands all over Deshona's smooth, warm flesh.

"You don't know how hard it was to keep my hands off you last night," she panted, kissing the smooth dark skin of her neck, taking one of Deshona's small ears entirely into her mouth and slithering her tongue into it.

Deshona shivered and giggled wildly. "Oh shit!" she dissolved in shivers. "You're going to make me come before we even do it!"

She undid the sash of Laura's robe and slipped her hands underneath it, caressing Laura's back and her ass, squeezing Laura's buns.

"You have a pretty nice ass for a white girl."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

Deshona raised her hands up Laura's body to her breasts, lightly pinching Laura's nipples. "I guess the scrambled eggs'll have to wait. I'm feeling kind of runny down there... ready for some action."

"How's your headache?" Laura asked, pulling her toward the bedroom.

"I think feeling your naked body against mine is going to make it go away. Oh Laura... how could we stay apart so long?"

It wasn't me, Laura wanted to remind her, but by then they were too involved and excited, falling on the bed and devouring each other hungrily. Again they kissed, slowly, romantically, then more passionately. They had been in love, and now they explored being in love again. He could never do for you what I can do, Laura thought, digging her fingers into Deshona's marvelous small body, driving her tongue deep into Deshona's open, receptive mouth.

In truth, though, she didn't know if she was right. After all, Deshona, even after the hot affair she and Laura had had for many weeks, had gone back to her ex-husband. Their relationship still seemed to be rocky, but Laura couldn't take any comfort from that. She tried to put it out of her mind as she stroked and kissed Deshona's smooth, dark brown body feverishly, wanting to consume her and ravish her.

She held Deshona's large, round breasts in her hands, finally having the opportunity to enjoy them again, running her mouth and fingers all over them. Deshona had told her that no man, including Charles, had ever made love to her breasts the way Laura did, and as usual she surrendered them to Laura eagerly, arching her back, quivering, mewling softly as Laura's tongue toyed with her jutting nipples.

"Oh! Oh... god! Oh Laura... I've missed this! Yes! Suck it, please! Oh yes! Unhhhh! Bite it. Bite it like you did last time."

Laura grinned up at her, holding one stippled, dark-molasses colored areola between her teeth. "You mean like this?" she said, without letting it go.

Biting her lower lip, her black eyes swimming in hot lust, Deshona nodded.

But the round balls of Deshona's breasts were so hard and her spreading areolas so flat against the taut surface of flesh that it was difficult even to suck the whole thing into your mouth, though Laura managed. Teasingly, she sank her teeth into the soft, sensitive corona surrounding the upthrusting nub of Deshona's nipple, making Deshona gasp.

"Oh!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Oh! No... do it harder! Unhhh!"

"I want to do the other one too. I love your hard, rubbery nipples."

"Do the other one. Yes! Unhhh!"

For the next minute, Laura moved her mouth from one wet, erect, pointing nipple to the other, back and forth, sucking, gently biting, pinching them, until Deshona was almost delirious from sexual arousal. Laura, still holding her damp breasts, slid up to kiss her mouth again.

"You like that," she whispered, sultry and seductive, still tweaking Deshona's aroused nipples with her fingers.

Deshona's eyes rolled up briefly, and her body shuddered sharply. "I think that was a pre-orgasm," she panted. "Oh god, Laura, nobody ever did this to me but you. I never can come this fast. Please. Don't make me wait."

They lay face to face, each with her hand in the other's groin, kissing, their breasts touching, their fingers moving in a gentle, deliberate rhythm. Laura wanted to lick her exquisitely beautiful pussy, but there would be time for that. Right now, she wanted to gaze into Deshona's eyes while they fucked, wanted to do it face to face, wanted to enjoy the seizures of bliss when they were reflected in Deshona's contorted features.

"Gosh, honey, I don't think I've ever felt you as wet as this," Laura whispered to her as she felt the warm juices from Deshona's overly aroused pussy flow over her fingers. She could also smell the ripe, thick, musky odors rising to her eager nose from this over-heated passion flower, and it aroused her to a thrilling degree.

But Deshona was always remarkably, prodigiously wet when they did this, and even ejaculated from time to time, following an especially intense orgasm.

Deshona smiled quickly, even through her half-entranced sexual delirium. "I think my hangover is making me extra horny," she panted, eyes rolling up again as Laura's finger touched a sensitive nerve. "Ahhnnn!"

Laura was not exactly under-aroused herself. The feeling of Deshona's delicious naked body undulating against hers, and Deshona's fingers inside her own flooding pussy, had her wound to a tight pitch. Somehow, as often happened, looking deep into Deshona's eyes while they fucked also had the effect of raising Laura's sexual temperature a few more notches.

"I love you," she whispered to Deshona, not having said it to her for a long time. For weeks. "I love you, Deshona."

"Oh god, I love you, Laura! I'm going to come! Oh god! Ahhnnn! Yes!"

"Oh, not yet!" Laura breathed. "I don't want you to come yet. I want it to last."

"I don't know if I can help it," Deshona panted, now gyrating her hips more frantically, pushing her wet pussy hard into Laura's hand. "Put your finger into my ass. Like you did last time. Unhhh! Oh god... it's so good with you!"

"You told me never to do that again," Laura whispered, still gazing deep in her eyes, whenever they rolled down in a brief respite from her sexual transports.

Deshona's eyes, stunned and pulsing from urgent sexual needs, narrowed momentarily. "You better do it. God, please do it, Laura! I've never been so horny."

Laura kissed her smooth cheek, her neck, her ear, slipping her tongue into it again at the risk of making Deshona come before she got all that she wanted. "How can I refuse you?" she whispered rhetorically.

Deshona shivered sharply as Laura's tongue invaded her ear, and this brought her hand in Laura's crotch jerking up, jabbing her fingers deeper into Laura's pussy and simultaneously rubbing the bone of one finger against Laura's swollen clit. Laura just about went over the deep end.