Chapter 238

A phone call from Karen, of all people, woke Laura out of a sound sleep at one-thirty a.m. on Sunday night.

"Kick that black whore out of your bed," Karen said sharply. "I'm on my way over."

Laura stretched lazily and yawned, half-purring into the phone. "There's no one here but me. I've been keeping the bed warm for you."

"A likely story. Change the sheets, Laura, I'm on my way."

She hung up. Smiling dreamily, Laura did in fact sniff the sheets to make sure they weren't too redolent of Yvette's and Ada's lovely bodies. They were a little rank, since with both women the fucking had been hot and heavy. Laura changed them, unable to keep herself from reliving each thrilling moment, trying to keep her mind off Karen's call.

It was, after all, a little late. Karen showed up about fifteen minutes after she had hung up the phone. The weather had turned cold, and she was wearing a heavy coat and a thick maroon sweater, her incredible hard breasts jutting up under it. She also wore jeans that hugged her considerable bottom.

As Karen removed her coat, Laura was admiring all of it. "You give new meaning to the phrase 'sweater girl, '" she said.

"You give new meaning to the word 'lecher, '" Karen cracked, with a playfully dour smile. "Take your hungry eyes off my titties, girl. I came here to get some sleep."

"Oh, right."

Karen was the first girl Laura had ever gone to bed with. And Laura had been Karen's first, too. Together, for months, they had explored the strange and wildly exciting new world of lesbian fucking. After a while, they had deviated into a period of ingenious bondage and sweetly passionate torture that had the consequence of letting each discover things she had never known about herself or the other.

The stimulation they offered each other this way was so severe and unavoidable that they became deeply troubled by their depraved relationship, and though still sharing an intimate feeling for one another that their first months together made inevitable, they had drifted apart, meeting only infrequently, still unable to resist their more intense urges when together. They were, both knew, for good or ill, combustible, and there was no way they could spend the night together in the same apartment alone without fucking, and probably fucking so roughly that both would be hurting by morning.

Laura knew all this, and she knew Karen also knew it. In fact, Karen looked away, unwilling to meet Laura's eyes immediately, after Laura called her on it. Laura decided to change the subject.

"It is a little late... or didn't you notice?" she joked. "Did you run out of gas?"

Karen lived across the bay, and she was not the type to drop in unannounced, as for instance Deshona had, or Chanitra in the past.

Now Karen looked up. Her large dark brown eyes swirled with ambiguous meanings. "I... had a sudden feeling I wanted to see you," she said quietly. "There's something you and I have that I don't have with anybody else."

Laura nodded slowly. "I know what you mean," she said softly. And she did know. "How about a cup of tea? Or maybe a glass of wine?"

"Got any vodka?"

"If you get drunk, you won't want to wake up in time for work," Laura warned.

Now Karen's expression became less ambiguous, and Laura realized that this would not be a chaste encounter after all, as she had predicted. Sparks were already flying.

"Will you join me for one?" Karen said boldly.

"Let's have champagne instead. I've got a bottle in the refrigerator. It was left over from a wedding party we had for a girl at work. Let's share a bath and a glass of champagne, how does that sound?"

A slow smile spread across Karen's face. "You better get the mop too," she murmured sexily. "There will probably be a little water on the floor."

"Or a lot," Laura said.

Laura could feel her temperature shoot up at the thought, and from the wild look in Karen's dark eyes, she could see hers was shooting up too. They had shared baths before, in their early days together. Laura had purposely tried to steer them clear of the sado-masochistic self-indulgence their relationship had fallen into, suggesting each time they now met that they try making love and eschewing pain, never with complete success. But she reasoned that they would have a hot time now fucking wildly in the bath, and then would be exhausted enough to fall asleep, without resort to the rope, or the whip.

She went into the bathroom to start the water running into the tub, then fetched the champagne bottle from the kitchen, opening it with a festive pop, and nestling it in a glass bowl filled with ice. She carried it to the bathroom, intending to return to the kitchen for two champagne flutes.

For a brief moment she found herself wishing that her own bathroom were as luxurious as Ada's, with its sumptuous faux marble walls and gold plumbing fixtures and sybaritic splendor, huge and deeply plush expensive towels, costly mirrors and lighting. Somehow the mere luxury of it had enhanced the thrill of their wet and wild shower fucking. But when she entered her own small bathroom and saw that Karen had already lifted the maroon sweater over her head and was disentangling a piece of the turtleneck from her hair, she realized that they would need no added ingredients.

Seeing Karen in her bra long ago, the first time, the white fabric so stark against the smooth black skin of her upper body, her large breasts straining against the cups, had been the first time Laura had ever felt a warm stirring in her pussy that was clearly aroused by another woman. She had the same reaction now, as she set the bowl filled with ice and the bottle of champagne on the sink.

Karen caught her eye, her own dark eyes smoking and dangerous. Slowly, she lowered the now-freed sweater, watching Laura's gaze pour hungrily over her upper body. A small, amused smile curved the corners of Karen's sensual mouth. She knew she had spectacular breasts, and Laura wasn't the only one who quivered excitedly at the prospect of her getting ready to remove her bra.

"I was going to get the... champagne glasses," Laura stammered, finding it hard to speak due to the heavily pounding blood in her throat.

"Maybe you should wait a minute?" Karen suggested coyly, reaching behind her back with both hands as if to undo the clasp.

"If I wait a minute, I won't get them at all."

"That would be a shame. I was looking forward to a toast."

"I'll be right back."

Laura returned to the kitchen cupboard for the champagne flutes, and grabbed two candles in crystal candlesticks at the same time. She walked carefully back to the bathroom, having lots of fragile and expensive glass in her hands, but unable to ignore her throbbing sexual excitement. Briefly, her mind darted to the fact that the Gibsons were no doubt upstairs asleep in the apartment above, and that she and Karen were about to unleash twin caged monsters of lust right here in the bathroom, where the walls amplified every squeal. But her hand shook so at this reflection that she nearly dropped the glass objects, and Karen actually had to help her by grabbing a candlestick that was about ready to fall.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said. "Oooohhh, candles. I can't wait. I love to be fucked by candlelight."

Laura turned to her now, hands free. "There you go, letting it all out," she teased softly. "I was hoping to seduce you."

"You could still try."

Laura leaned down and turned off the bath water. The tub was nearly full. She smiled sensually, provocatively, at Karen.

"Care to join me for a little rub a dub dub?"

"Want to help me off with this?" Karen smiled seductively back, turning, lifting her hair with one hand.

For one who had been enthusiastically fucking with Yvette, April, and Ada over the past four days, and who should therefore be entirely satiated, Laura was surprised to feel an onrush of very hot and hungry sexual desire for Karen. I cannot resist this woman's body, she realized. Any part of it.

She leaned her face forward and began slowly kissing the dark, smooth skin of Karen's back, avoiding the bra straps, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulders, her shoulderblades, her lips moving skillfully, then stopping at Karen's bra clasp. Laura raised her fingers and unclasped it, slowly pulling it apart and kissing the warm skin where the strap had been.

Karen's limp bra straps slid from her shoulders, but not far since her arm was still raised, holding up her hair for Laura. Laura's hands slipped under the cups and briefly brushed the marvelous, out-jutting naked gourds of her firm breasts before she giggled and twisted away.

"Ah ah ah, no touchee!" she said. "You have to wait. We have to have a toast first."

Laura's face fell. Her hot blood was raging in her veins, and she knew from Karen's eyes that she was feeling the same. It took major self-discipline for both of them not to fall on the floor in a panting, snarling tangle of fierce fucking. But Laura had already drawn a full bath and could see the inviting water winking at them out of the corner of her eye.

With a small smirk of defeat, she untied the sash of her bathrobe and slipped out of it, watching Karen's eyes. Laura knew she had a very attractive naked body, and in fact it must hold for Karen nearly the same magical significance as Karen's did for her, since they were each other's first. But she was forever so hungry for the other's silky, seductive flesh that she always got a delightful little shock to see the half-leer of unmistakable lust in her eyes when she herself disrobed. Right now Karen was looking at her like a famished wildcat coveting a lamb.

Now Laura, who had been sleeping naked when Karen phoned and had only thrown on her robe to answer the door, was naked again, and Karen wore only her tight jeans. Laura could not take her eyes off the girl's jutting breasts, as she never could. Karen's large nipples, though only semi-puffies-not the huge, bulging puffers that Rina, or Trina, or lately Ada had, but still soft black swollen buds, succulent and ripe-were thick and gleaming, the full round balls of her naked breasts thrilling to contemplate.

Laura watched as she unzipped and struggled out of her jeans, her phenomenally firm, round breasts jiggling sexily as she moved. Karen's breasts were rounder than anyone's except Alison's, though they jutted out so impressively from her body that they took on a gourd-like shape. She skimmed her panties down her glossy black thighs, and Laura's eyes lingered on the v-shaped patch of glistening black pubic hair below her flat belly. Laura wondered if it was her imagination, or could she smell the heavy, familiar aroma of both girls' aroused pussies rising up to her nostrils? It made her blood pump even faster.

When Karen spoke again, her voice was smoky and soft and a full step lower.

"Laura, maybe you haven't been getting enough screwing. You're looking at me like you haven't been laid in months."

Laura grinned back and without answering turned to pour them both a glass of champagne, and to light the candles. Karen got into the bath first.

"Ooohhh... it's hot!" she gasped. "You made it too hot."

"Not as hot as I'm going to make it in a minute," Laura smiled, handing her a flute of champagne.

Gingerly balancing her own full flute in one hand, she too stepped into the bath, which indeed was a little hot. She sat down in it facing Karen. The candlelight glowed softly, so much more flattering than the harsh lights Laura had just extinguished. It threw soft, alluring shadows across their naked bodies, made even more desirable by the water that covered their legs and hips, and other soft, oozing secrets.

Laura raised her glass. "What shall we toast?"

Karen's eyes sparkled and crackled with sexual danger, which she and Laura had flirted with together for years now. "Love each other and kiss the whip," she said, her eyes never leaving Laura's, raising her glass.

Laura, no coward, did not let her eyes leave Karen's either, but a small, involuntary shiver gripped her body, a manifestation of sexual excitement she could not ignore. So... is it really going to come to that? her eyes asked Karen.

The two of them drank their champagne, Karen's eyes signaling that it was indeed going to come to that, that no matter how much hot and wet and wild fucking they might do here in the bath, they would still 'kiss the whip' before she left. Laura drained her glass, then watched Karen do the same. Karen turned the empty champagne flute in one hand, watching the candlelight glint off it.

"These are too beautiful to break," she whispered. "Better put them in a safe place."

"You're right."

Laura took both glasses and carefully stood up again, leaving the bath for a moment to set them safely on the sink, enjoying Karen's hungry eyes on her wet, glistening body as she moved back into the water. Their eyes caught each other's again, and they quickly slid together and embraced, kissing ravenously, without preliminaries. Their fingers clawed passionately at each other's naked back. Laura luxuriated in the feel of Karen's large, firm breasts mashing into her own small, upswept globes. Their tongues snaggled and danced and stabbed into each other's mouth.

"Oh baby... it's been too long," Karen sighed, kissing Laura's cheek, her neck, her damp shoulder where Karen's own wrist had left bath water as she groped to embrace Laura's body.

"Tell me about it," Laura panted softly, kissing Karen's perfect clavicles, licking the bath water from them, biting her neck gently, sucking her earlobe.

In order to slide together in the small tub, Laura had slipped one leg under Karen's thigh, and this had brought their groins very close underwater. Laura could feel Karen's small, dense pubic patch of hair pushing against her own. Their throbbing, burbling pussies were only a inch or so from touching, which inflamed them both further.

Laura ran her hands all over Karen's wet body, feeling a complicated mixture of feelings. It was almost a new body to her, in a way, with delightful smoothness and resilience and unexpected curves, a body she had not felt for a long time and yet had hungered desperately for many times in the past. And at the same time, it was a comfortable, friendly body that seemed to fit flawlessly into her own, a body she had loved and fucked with fierce, rapist frenzy and also sweet tenderness countless times, a girl with whom she had experienced the most excruciating and shattering sexual moments it was possible to have.

Karen seemed to feel the same way. Her hands also roamed over Laura's body, and her mouth too. She scooped up one of Laura's naked breasts in her palm, cradling it, licking Laura's thick, coral nipple so skillfully that Laura raised both hands to Karen's head, holding it, digging her fingers into Karen's scalp through the thick web of her hair. She groaned softly when Karen finally took the throbbing nipple completely into her mouth, sucking it gently, still tonguing it, then sucking harder.

"Unhhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh... yes!"

She held Karen's head in her hands and pushed her aching breast into Karen's face, feeling her nipple inside the girl's mouth pulse and flame and spring erect. She slipped one hand under the water, between their groins, while Karen sucked her nipple, and maneuvered two fingers up into Karen's tight, warm pussy, all slimy and slippery from her fuck-juices mingling with the bath water. Briefly, Karen's lips paused. She released Laura's nipple and looked up, her eyes streaked with a hot flash of sexual excitement.

"Ohhh!" she sighed, biting her full lower lip.

Laura leaned forward and kissed her again, heatedly, almost drinking her mouth, nibbling and sucking her full, sensual lips. At the same time, she scissored Karen's clit between both fingers, still probing with them, rubbing and pinching her clit while fingerfucking her at the same time. They both began to squirm more, and the bath water started swooping up and down the sides of the tub, and the splashing noises grew louder.

Karen groaned softly and kissed Laura back with feverish passion, squeezing Laura's breasts, twisting Laura's aching nipples in her fingers.

"Laura... we waited too long to do this," she panted.

"I know. God, I love your body. I can't get enough of it."

"You can have as much of it as you want," Karen gasped, groaning softly again as Laura's probing fingers touched her secret nerves. "Unh! Oh... god, it feels so good!"

"I want to swallow you. I want to eat you alive. I want to fuck you so bad."

Karen had begun as the aggressor, but Laura now had her pinned against the rear of the tub and leaning back, her fingers inside Karen's slippery cunt pushing, plunging faster. She dropped her mouth to the firm, jutting black gourds of Karen's breasts, sucking one bulging black plum into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and pinching it with her lips.

"Ohhnnn! Oh... Jesus!" Karen gasped.

Laura scooped up Karen's other breast in her free hand and released Karen's wonderful, chewy, gooey black nipple to suck the second one, still hand-fucking her hard under the water, sucking Karen's second nipple even more strongly than she had sucked the first one, feeling Karen's body undulate instinctively under her. But Karen, though nearly overcome by Laura's heated sexual onslaught, wanted her share of Laura too. She got her hand between their squirming bodies too, slipping one finger up into Laura's pussy, rubbing Laura's clit vigorously with the upper part of her palm.

"Aunngghh!" Laura gagged, feeling a hot uprush of sexual pleasure in her body. "Oh yes!"

Karen's wet, slippery nipple had escaped from her lips, but she quickly guided it into her mouth again, sucking it hard, letting Karen feel the hint of her sharp teeth in the sensitive areola, knowing how Karen's body responded to such a stimulus.

"Unhh! Unhh!" Karen moaned. "Oh god... yes! Bite it!"

"Mmmm," Laura hummed back. "It's going to make you come, isn't it."

"Oh yes! Unhh!"

But Laura realized she was about to come herself. They had worked each other up into a hot frenzy of need. The water was now splashing all over them and the tub and the floor too as they thrashed and surged together, groping and squeezing and sucking one another, panting, groaning urgently.

"Oh god, bite it, Laura!"

"Mmmm, you're going to come whether I bite it or not," Laura teased, gasping herself, her eyes rolling up as Karen's hand moved rapidly in her crotch, her palm swirling over Laura's throbbing clit, bringing her closer and closer. "Ungghh! Oh god, honey, you're... unhhh... you're bringing me there too!"

"Come with me, Laura," Karen gasped, looking deep into Laura's eyes. "Fuck me and come with me... now. Now! Hurry!"

For a frantic second of panic, Laura realized they were making a lot of noise, and in the bathroom no less, the noisiest room in the apartment, where each ecstatic cry echoed and reverberated for seconds. It was nearly two a.m., and she knew the Gibsons had to be upstairs asleep. Oh god, don't let them wake up! she prayed. There's no way we can stop this now!

"Ungghhh! Auunngghhh!" Karen groaned, louder than before, her body seizing up as a fierce, wrenching orgasm suddenly gripped her.

Laura, almost desperately, quivering in the first clenching stages of a sharp orgasm herself, flung her body forward onto Karen, holding one hand over Karen's mouth and burying her own face in Karen's smooth neck, as a series of muffled, choked off squeaks began to rise from her own lungs. A paralyzing shock of white-hot pleasure impaled her whole writhing body, and she came hard.

"Mnnnggnnhhiieee!" she wailed into Karen's neck, unable to feel anything but the pure, scalding, scorching pleasure in her whole body for seconds. "Unnggmmnnghhiee!"

Karen had stopped moaning before Laura's throttled squeaks began to wane, and she lay panting and dazed under Laura, her body more submerged under what water remained in the tub than Laura's was. Laura's free hand was still loosely resting on Karen's lips, and Karen looked at Laura oddly until Laura, embarrassed, removed it.

"The neighbors," Laura said, by way of explanation. "New. The ones who lived there before could... hear. I didn't want the new ones to hear."

Karen grinned slowly. "Maybe you better come over to my place from now on."

Laura kissed her. "I don't care if they heard. We came together. We came hard together."

"You got that right." Karen looked over the edge of the tub. "But you didn't take my advice and bring the mop in here along with the champagne."

Each still had one or more fingers embedded in the other's throbbing, tingling pussy. Laura extended her tongue and tickled Karen's full lips with it in an insinuating, sexual invitation, moving her hand again underwater at the same time, letting Karen feel some pressure against her clit.

"I'll bet we could come again by barely moving," she whispered.

Karen's eyes glazed over, and her breath quickened. "I know I could," she gasped. "But I want more." She pulled her own finger out of Laura's cunt, then took Laura's wrist in her hand and removed Laura's fingers from hers. "Kiss the whip, remember?"

Laura made a sad face. "You had to remind me."

"Maybe you'd rather I left," Karen said with a straight face.

Laura shook her head. "Don't try it. I might have to tie you up and... have my way with you."

She had started to say 'whip you' but didn't have the courage to follow through.

"I hope that means what I think it does," Karen said darkly, giving Laura a smoldering look.

She reached one hand behind her back and opened the drain. Together, to prevent slipping, they helped one another out of the tub as the water gurgled out. They toweled one another off lovingly, being totally infatuated with each other's body, very much in danger of dissolving quickly into another hot coupling right there beside the tub. But Karen, her eyes darkening with deeper, smoldering sexual threats and promises, drew Laura out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

She kneeled down and searched under Laura's bed, since she knew where Laura kept most of her kinky treasures. Quickly, she found the rope and pulled it out, her eyes widening significantly as he glanced up at Laura. But she could not find the rest of the implements she was looking for. Laura suddenly remembered the vise, the horrible rubber clamp that crushed your breasts and left them aching for days, which she had loaned to Earlene and never reclaimed. God, do you think she's looking for that? she wondered.

"The gag," Karen prompted her. "And the... you know, kiss the-?"

Laura smiled grimly. She went to her dresser and opened the top drawer, where she actually had two ball gags, one a simple affair with a single strap that fastened behind the head, the other a more elaborate harness with several straps and eyeholes, made to stay in place, which Karen had actually given her long ago. It occurred to her that, considering her fear of the Gibsons overhearing their screams of sweet torture, it might be best if both of them wore a gag. She took both gags out.

"The whip's in the closet," she said to Karen, pointing in that direction with her head.

Karen smiled slyly, letting her eyes linger on Laura's, amused and aroused, it seemed, by Laura's mixture of reluctance and obvious sexual excitement. Then she moved to the closet and in a few seconds found the long, thin whip with the small square leather patch on the end, the mere sight of which made Laura remember moments of intermingled agony and intense sexual release probably more intense than any she had ever experienced. She knew Karen had the same memories.

Could we ever match those? she wondered. Is that what we're trying to do? Is that what we're shooting for?

"There's one last thing," Karen said, her voice low and now thick and syrupy with hot sexual implications. "Remember those clamps that look like baby alligator teeth? With the rubber coating over the teeth, so they don't tear your skin?"

Laura nodded slowly. She still had them. She knew where they were. They were also in the top drawer of the dresser. She looked at them often, wondering why she kept them. When applied to your nipples, they made you want to tear the roof off with your screams, they were so painful.

"Get them out," Karen whispered, panting softly now behind her words.

"You're not putting them on me," Laura said, moving to the dresser. "Promise me you won't."

Again Karen smiled slyly. "No promises," she said. "I can see I may have to get you motivated."

Laura understood what she meant, but she wondered if it were true. She knew herself. Sometimes in the past with Karen she had not warmed right away to the exciting prospects of the masochistic pleasures Karen had craved, but once in the thick of it, Laura had often surprised herself, not only by her ability to inflict pain but also by the transfiguring ecstasies she had experienced while receiving it. I'm just as bad as she is, she had realized on more than a few occasions. When we get right into it, I can be meaner than I ever thought.

Laura kept the alligator nipple clamps, which were linked by a golden chain, as if they comprised some piece of fine jewelry, in a small, velvet-lined box inside the drawer. She opened it and took them out, dangling them from her fingers. Karen smiled oddly.

"Nasty little things, aren't they," she murmured, giving Laura a meaningful look. "It makes me wet just to look at them."

Laura briefly gnawed her lower lip. She realized that she was feeling the same thing. Placing them on the bedstand, she bent over and picked up the rope. She pulled down the bedspread and flung the coiled rope into the middle of the mattress, then gently drew Karen down onto the bed beside her, with the rope in the middle. Now they playfully coiled the rope around each other's naked breasts, not yet intent on real bondage, just teasing and toying with one another.

"Tell me what made you call," Laura prompted her, looping a coil of rope around one of Karen's beautiful, large breasts, playfully tightening and loosening it, watching the thick, gleaming black nipple swell.

"It is a little late, isn't it," Karen said softly.

Laura nodded, unable to take her eyes off Karen's large, swelling nipple.

"I was lying there next to this girl I met at a party last night, all tangled together with her, listening to her snore."

Laura felt her insides suddenly flame alive with hot jealousy, emotions so violent and instantaneous that they scared her. From the start of their relationship Laura had known that sleeping with Karen and other beautiful black women was almost the only thing that mattered in her life, whereas Karen had continued a series of desultory affairs with various men, never really warming to girl-girl sex with anyone other than Laura. Now Laura realized that this had made her feel very good. Karen might get speared and hammered repeatedly by these boyfriends, but no other woman had a claim on her affections, or her beautiful, voluptuous body, but Laura.

Now, to her deep chagrin, Laura realized it wasn't true, and she swallowed dryly, trying to stomach her own naïveté as well as her acutely physical jealousy, which enraged her and made her nearly feel like vomiting.

"And I found myself thinking," Karen continued without noticing Laura's reaction, "'This is okay, but it isn't Laura. I miss her.'" Her dark eyes glowed as she looked deep into Laura's. "It wasn't only physical. I was... I don't know. There's more with you. More than with just about anybody else, I guess."

Laura found it hard to fight past her fury. "Is she white?" she heard herself asking, as if unable to prevent the words from escaping her lips.

She felt terrible. It betrayed her feelings so clearly. It was so personal, and such a disgracefully bold and odious question to ask anybody.

Karen looked down at her breast, which Laura had unconsciously strangled with the rope until it was hard and bulging, the swollen black nipple protruding more than ever, glossy and glimmering, the stubby center stem pushing up a good half an inch.

"You're hurting me," she said to Laura.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

Karen's eyes narrowed. "She's Chinese," she said evenly, though Laura couldn't judge whether she was telling the truth.

Laura let the rope go slack. "Sorry." She leaned closer and licked Karen's large, glimmering black nipple. "Sorry I asked. Really."

Now Karen playfully looped two coils of rope around each of Laura's small breasts, pulling them tighter. "I may have to get back at you," she whispered, in a mock threat. "For hurting me that way."

"You... already hurt me," Laura said, turning her head to the side. "I couldn't help it."

"What if she was white?" Karen asked. "Would it matter?"

Laura shook her head. "Probably not. I hate the thought of anyone doing this with you. But me."

Laura was distracted by her jealousy and didn't notice that Karen had continued with the rope. But now she felt the coils tighten and felt a soft, insistent throbbing rise in her nipples. She looked down and saw her breasts entirely encased in loops of rope, and her thick, coral nipples expanding, flaring, shiny. A hot, startling sexual current sprung to life in her body, and she could feel her pussy melting and oozing inside.