Chapter 269

Randi had been gone a week. When not at work, Laura had spent most of the time in bed, crying. Mourning. Just when she would think she had mastered her sense of loss, her grief, her devastating shame, and put it behind her, and stopped feeling sorry for herself, the horrible tightness would grip her throat, the tears would come, and she could not stop them.

The crying was for Sara, but there was a definite twinge from Randi's departure as well, as Laura had recognized from the start. And yet it wasn't that she would never see Randi again. She would. They would visit. Their relationship might even improve when they saw each other more rarely (though Laura didn't know how the sex could possibly get any hotter). More than anything, her sadness over Randi amounted to a realization that this was a milestone, the end of a chapter in her life.

She could not yet bear to think of Sara in the same terms, and even the suspicion of it was one thing that set off the floods of tears. As a consequence, even at work her face still looked puffy, her eyes reddened, her gaze bleak and stricken. People reacted in two ways, either avoiding her entirely, making wide sweeps around her in the halls, or approaching her with very real, tender concern, wondering if she had perhaps had a bad medical report, or a death in the family.

She also worked late almost every night, throwing herself into it, unwilling to go home, to face the long hours alone, thinking of Sara. It was on one of these evenings that she ran out to get a sandwich and bring it back to her desk. Waiting for her, huddled back in a niche formed by the huge pilasters that made part of the façade of her building, was... oh god, is it really her? Laura wondered. It was Charise.

She was hunched back in the shadows, wearing her big blue parka. She was scanning the sidewalks almost mournfully and did not see Laura approach.

"Charise," Laura murmured above the traffic noise, trying not to startle her. "Inky... is that you?"

Charise's head spun around. Instead of her usual stiffish little Dutch flip, she had her shiny black hair all pulled back round her head and knotted behind. Her eyes were luminous, her smile angelic, as always, and her hairstyle made her look somehow more mature, more grownup than ever before.

"Laura. Finally," she said, though without exasperation.

Charise seemed to be the most patient, uncomplaining, easygoing person Laura had ever met. To Laura, currently feeling so low, she was like a special angel. Sex did not even enter Laura's mind, strangely enough. She just wanted to enfold Charise in her arms, right there on the street with all the bustling business workers scurrying past, and kiss her with exuberant gratitude and love.

"Why didn't you come inside and ask for me?" Laura wondered out loud.

Charise looked frightened and resigned at the same time. "Guards in there..." she muttered, looking at the cars and buses. "Make me nervous. And I... didn't know if you really ever wanted to see me again, either."

"What? Why wouldn't I want to see you? I adore you."

Charise squint-smiled at her but said nothing. She looked away, then looked back, half-evading Laura's eyes. "You moved and didn't tell me."

Laura's shoulders slumped visibly. It was true, of course. She felt awful about it and covered as quickly and adroitly as she could.

"Darling Inky..." she said, grabbing one of Charise's small, very black hands from the bulky sleeve of the parka. "How could you ever think I'd do such a thing? I... you... you were going to have the baby... and I... was going to call you... and-"

Charise pulled back her hand and opened the parka, showing her svelte figure to Laura. "Had it," she beamed.

"Oh god, you darling wonderful thing!" Laura exclaimed, embracing her in a sisterly way, unable to repress her instinct to hug the girl. But then she pulled back gently. "What were you going to do if I didn't walk by?"

Charise shrugged. "Take the bus home, I guess. Like last time."

"Last time?"

Charise looked down at her feet, embarrassed. "This is the third time I waited for you."

"Oh, you poor darling. Come in here with me, right now."

Laura started to steer her by the elbow toward the huge glass doors. Under her parka Charise wore a thin, dark green, ribbed cotton jersey, and Laura could not help noticing that while her stomach had deflated, her breasts, always so surprisingly full for such a slender, adolescent body, were even bigger than usual.

Milk, she thought, then immediately tried to pretend that she hadn't thought it. There was nevertheless a small recognizable twinge deep inside her pussy that she could not ignore, a twinge that brought a quick flash of memories. Memories of Cecilia... of being drenched in warm mother's milk, of she and Cecilia groaning through hot, feathery, delirious miracles of sweet coming in each other's arms, their skin glued together by the sticky, drying fluids. Quickly, Laura pushed the memories away. How dare you! she asked herself. What a scum you are! This sweet girl, waiting out here for you every night, and all you can think about is...

Never mind! she thought, noticing that Charise was resisting, pulling back, unwilling to enter the building with Laura.

"I ain't going in there," Charise shook her head.

"Why not?"

"It just... makes me nervous, is all."

Laura pulled her back over to the small niche formed by the pilasters. "Look, you stay right here, okay? I'm going to go back in and get my things. I'll be right back."

Charise gave her another one of those shy squint-smiles that stabbed Laura's heart each time. She nodded.

Laura dashed back into the building, rode up to the twenty-eighth floor on the elevator, quickly shut down her computer, and gathered her purse, briefcase, and coat. She tried to ignore the happy flutter of physical excitement that hummed through her body, the sweet promise of making love to Charise, because such an impulse seemed to her impossibly crude and coarse. The darling child just had a baby, Laura realized. She's almost a baby herself. And you, Laura, are just a disgusting, criminal lecher.

Charise was right where Laura had left her, looking somehow even smaller and more vulnerable, hunched back among the deepening shadows, as if shrinking from the almost deafening roar of the Market Street traffic. Laura beckoned her to follow, and they walked a block and a half to the parking garage.

"So..." Laura said as they got into her car, "where's the baby?"

Charise beamed. "She home... at my Mama house. My aunt Lucy from Chicago be staying with us. She watches her for me."

Laura nodded. It was hard not to be judgmental about Charise's premature motherhood, but she knew she had to restrain herself. It wasn't her place to criticize.

"What's her name?"

"Jovanda," Charise continued beaming. "Jovanda Desiree Purvis." She turned the bright sun of her beatific smile on Laura. "That's my name, you know. Maybe you didn't know. Purvis. Charise Purvis."

"You don't have a middle name too?" Laura smiled.

Charise nodded. "Nevida."

"What beautiful names. I'll bet she's a beautiful baby."

Charise nodded again, her smile showing that she took this as obvious. "She is."

Not wanting to presume, and feeling suddenly very virtuous to have controlled her physical and emotional hunger for Charise, Laura asked, "Did you want me to drop you home... or do you want to do... something else?"

Charise was silent for so long, staring out the window at the traffic, that Laura wondered whether she had heard the question. Finally, she turned her face back to Laura and said, grinning, almost in a whisper, "What do you think?"

"I think you need a nice dinner and some friendly conversation," Laura said brightly.

Charise made a droll harumphing sound. "Might need something else," she harumphed.

The fog was swirling thickly in the trees by the time they reached Laura's condo, and Charise's eyes were wide. It really did look kind of magical, Laura thought, all swathed in mist, the tall trees that surrounded the houses swaying and creaking. It was a little chilly, though, and she could see Charise shrinking into her large parka.

"Come inside, it's warmer there," she said.

Laura insisted on fixing her dinner, since she already had the leftovers from a rotisserie chicken in the refrigerator.

"I ain't hungry," Charise said. "Anyway, I'm fat. I got to lose all this weight."

"Fat!" Laura scoffed. "Here, let me look at you."

Charise had the parka half-removed, and now she shed it completely, tossing it into an easy chair. She had never looked better, or more desirable, to Laura. True, she was a little top-heavy now, her breasts swollen and bulging. The rest of her was slender and supple, and if you had not seen her pregnant, you never could have suspected that she had just delivered weeks ago.

Charise formed a little shelf under her breasts with the backs of her hands. "Look at these. I used to have such pretty ones. You even said so, Laura. Now they big fat blubber bags."

Laura grinned, enjoying Charise's grumpiness as well as the artless way she was drawing Laura forward. "I guess I'd have to see them to know whether you were telling the truth," she said, flirtatiously.

Now Charise turned coquettish. She flirted back, looking down bashfully at the carpet. She was not a brazen and devious coquette, like Jane for example, but an innocent schoolgirl, shy and seductive in the same instant, so fiercely alluring that Laura herself was shocked to remember that she was only seventeen, and seemed even younger, except for those jutting, swollen breasts. God, this is criminal to be here alone like this with this young girl, she thought. Even though she's a mother, for god's sake. Even I'm not a mother.

"Maybe you'd like to," Charise said, bashfully, looking up a Laura from an angle.

"Don't you want anything to eat?" Laura asked softly, feeling a thickness in her throat.

"Told you I ain't hungry," Charise shook her head. Then she looked down at the carpet again. "Not for food, at least."

Laura took a deep breath and pulled herself up straight. "Want to see the rest of the place?" she asked brightly, trying not to be too obvious.

Charise, her dark eyes burning into Laura's now, nodded slowly. All the sadness and self-pity and mournful depression that Laura had been experiencing over the past week because of Sara, and the departure of Randi, seemed to recede deep into the shadows as she contemplated this sweet, shy angel who seemed to have been sent especially to soothe her pain. She loved her darling Inky so much at this instant that she desperately wanted to drag her to the floor, down to that very carpet Charise seemed to be scrutinizing so thoroughly in her awkward hesitancy, and fuck her senseless.

You, Laura, she told herself, are a beast. You are a sex fiend. You are a crude lecher to even think such a thing about this sweet angel. However, Laura knew that Charise wanted the same thing. She drew her down the hallway slowly, knowing that both of them were trying heroically to restrain the maniacal urgency of their ardor.

In her bedroom she finally took Charise in her arms. Charise came willingly, uptilting her face to Laura, offering her full, sensual lips. "Didn't think you were ever going to get around to it," she breathed, looking up at Laura's mouth.

"I want you so bad... I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Laura confessed softly.

Charise beamed. She lifted both very black hands to Laura's face, pressing Laura's cheeks with her palms, and pulled Laura's mouth down forcibly into her own. Charise's warm, wet mouth was already open, and Laura's lips were parting too, letting Charise's searching, stabbing tongue inside. In all the times she had slept with Charise Laura wondered if they had ever kissed so heatedly.

She couldn't keep her own hands off Charise as they kissed hungrily, first running her fingers over the girl's incredibly smooth face, then dropping her palms to Charise's round, firm ass, digging her fingertips into the resilient flesh. Last time they had been this close, Charise's hard, pregnant belly had been pushing into Laura's stomach, a harsh reminder that their relationship was about to change forever, but now the hard small melon was gone, and only the slender, adolescent miracle of Charise's sweet young body remained, pressing more urgently against Laura than ever.

It was tempting to believe that nothing had changed, that Laura had not fallen so hard for Sara, then botched the whole thing in a moment of self-destructive carelessness, that Charise, a mere high school girl, had not given birth out of wedlock only weeks earlier, also the result of a reckless moment, porked by some disgusting slime ball of an adolescent cocksman, who was probably right now planting his seed in the fertile womb of another young innocent. Laura wanted-and she could feel from Charise's ardent, almost desperately heated kissing that she wanted it too-for everything to be as it had been, just their previously simple though deeply passionate relationship. But neither one could completely dispel the bittersweet knowledge that things had changed.

Charise was panting, her teeth clattering against Laura's. Soft little moans came from her throat. She was even shaking, quivering. Laura pulled her mouth away momentarily, afraid they were both getting too aroused, too quickly.

"Darling Inky," she breathed softly into Charise's whorled, shiny black ear, well aware how much delight Charise took in being called 'darling' by Laura. "I want to be naked with you. I want to kiss you all over your sweet black body."

Charise, though her eyes were glazed, her mouth slack, her breath quickened, smiled flirtatiously again up at Laura. "You like that black, don't you," she teased, panting. "Tell me how much you like my black skin."

Laura slid her hands up from Charise's firm ass, slipping her fingers under the bottom of the thin green jersey, feeling fresh juices seem to flood into her pussy as her fingertips and palms came into contact with the smooth, warm, impossibly silky flesh of Charise's lower back. She kissed her smooth black neck and nibbled her earlobe.

"Oh god, I love your beautiful black skin," she murmured to Charise, licking it, tracing a sensual line from her ear down to her throat, pulling the green jersey up with her hands at the same time. "Your black skin makes my pussy throb and ache. I want you... I want all of you."

Now that she had the jersey pulled up nearly to Charise's bra, she pulled her hands up and began to unfasten the three small buttons below Charise's throat, licking the deep smooth shallow with her tongue at the same time. No one was blacker than Charise-only Dawn and Cecilia (and now Dee Dee, the thought of whom could plunge Laura into a deep depression), in her experience, were equally dark-and Laura luxuriated in running her wet tongue over the girl's phenomenal silky black skin, which really did make her pussy pulse and flow. Black women were often described as having 'ebony' skin, but rarely did they come as close to it as the polished, silky sheen of this marvelous girl's body, and Laura felt a molten erotic surge spread through her own flesh as she kissed Charise's smooth neck.

For her part, Charise loved Laura's slavish adulation. According to Jane, whose friend Charise had been when Laura met her, she was teased unmercifully at school about being so dark, even nicknamed 'Inky, ' which Laura had quickly adopted as her favorite name of endearment. Charise herself had even told Laura about being called 'tar baby' and 'jigaboo' by the others. And Cecilia, just as dark, had explained how 'the yella girls, ' as she derisively called them, got all the attention, all the sex, and all the rewards, while the really dark girls like herself were shunted to the side and made to feel somehow unworthy.

Laura had at first felt a little guilty about getting so sexually hypercharged by moving her lips across this incredibly soft and magical deeply black skin, until all of them had made it very clear that they truly enjoyed being the source of such adoration mingled with seething sexual hunger. They loved having Laura in their thrall, hopelessly and helplessly groveling for the opportunity to touch their lovely bare bodies, quivering with sexual desire at the mere glimpse of their delicious ebony skin. They reveled in it, and Charise perhaps most of all.

"Tell me again," Charise teased her. "Tell me how much it makes you want to... you know, lick me and eat me... and suck me and fuck me."

Laura was flabbergasted and played at being totally shocked by these words. Her shy and sweet little black angel, coming up with these salacious taunts! Laura pulled her face out of Charise's smooth warm neck, her eyes wide. Charise was grinning broadly, her even white teeth gleaming, her smile devilish.

"I want to do it all to you," Laura breathed, feeling her eyelids growing heavier, her body vibrating with emotion and fierce sexual desire for Charise at the same time. "I want to lick your whole beautiful body."

Charise's devilish grin quickly became more hypnotic and sensual as she pulled the thin green jersey on up over her bra, then her head, tossing it aside. In slow motion Laura began to unbutton and unfasten her own clothes, peeling them off slowly, watching as Charise unzipped her jeans.

"Tell me more," she whispered to Laura, her dark eyes pulsing. "I love to hear it. Tell me more... about how you dig my skin."

Charise was now down to her underwear, and Laura nearly so. Laura took a step forward and ran her fingertips over the gleaming bare black skin of Charise's shoulders. "I want to lick you here..." she whispered.

Charise quivered sharply, then uptilted her face to Laura's, as if expecting another kiss. But Laura did not kiss her. Without taking her eyes from Charise's, she ran one finger along her collarbone to the edge of her throat, then let it slide slowly down Charise's smooth, very black chest until it disappeared in the cleavage between her two large breasts. When it got there, nestled between the two bulging black globes, she whispered, "And I want to lick you here."

Charise reached behind her back with both hands and unfastened the white bra, which, Laura reflected, seemed a cup size bigger than the ones she had worn in the past. The fabric fell away limp from her naked breasts, with Laura's finger still nestled between them. Charise looked down at it. Her black eyes glinted with mischief.

"Okay... lick," she murmured, eyes smoking as she glanced up at Laura.

Laura had always marveled at Charise's full, woman's breasts, so large for her slender, adolescent body, so big that she almost seemed top-heavy sometimes, though they were exquisitely beautiful. Now, scrutinizing the upswept naked globes with undisguised lust, she noticed that they were even fuller than usual, swelling at the sides, overripe, the coal-black nipples shiny, puffy, and flaring. Milk, she thought again. The fluttering deep inside her wet pussy rose to a frantic pitch.

I've got to control myself, she realized. I just want to eat her alive.

Laura slowly withdrew her finger and set about removing her own underwear. "Let's lie down on the bed," she murmured softly, brushing Charise's velvet black cheek with her lips. She looked into Charise's eyes with unspoken questions. "I... don't want to hurt you."

This, as they both knew instantly, was code for: How wildly can I fuck you?

Charise was skimming off her own panties, her only remaining garment, her full dark breasts swooping out from her body as she bent forward, her thick black nipples gleaming. She smiled at Laura knowingly.

"Laura, I ain't done this since we last did it," she said softly. "You know how long ago that was. If you don't do me, I'm gonna die. Never mind if it hurts a little."

"Just a minute while I get a candle," Laura whispered.

She kept one short, squat, long-burning one that was especially good for sex in the bottom drawer of the bedstand, along with matches. In a second she had it lit and turned off the light. She pulled down the bedspread and top sheet, and she and Charise stretched out on the mattress.

"This is romantic," Charise cooed. "I never did it by candlelight. Even with you."

"Can I lick you where my finger was?" Laura asked softly.

Charise nodded. "You better." She pushed her heavy breasts together playfully with the backs of her hands. "See what I mean? You really like these big old balloons?"

Laura smiled and gently brushed her hands away, taking the warm round globes in her palms. "These... young boobs," she said pointedly, "I love more than anything. I want to kiss you right... here."

Again she placed the tip of her finger in the deep valley between Charise's breasts. Then she slowly lowered her mouth to it, pulling the finger back, and pushing her face between the swollen globes. She ran her tongue up and down the warm, shadowy cleavage, licking and kissing it, feeling Charise's breath quicken.

She glanced up. "Does it feel good?"

Charise was wincing a little, biting her lower lip. "Feel like heaven." She gazed hypnotically at Laura again, eyes throbbing. "You like milk, Laura?"

If you only knew, Laura thought. "I don't want to take what belongs to your baby," she said, dutifully, softly. "Jovanda."

Charise crinkled her nose, her eyes dancing, sexually swirling but amused at the same time. "I got enough. At home I have to pump it out, there's so much." She lowered her eyelids, smiling no longer, now giving Laura the sexiest pout Laura had ever seen. "You can have some, if you want."

Laura, frantically excited, throbbing like a fire alarm inside, slowly, tenderly began to kiss the upper slopes of Charise's naked breasts. "Are they sore?" she whispered as her lips moved lower.

Charise nodded slightly. "She suck hard." Then she broke into a grin. "Not as hard as you do, though."

"I won't suck hard," Laura murmured, feeling her body nearly burst with a hot, relentless surge of sexual need.

Charise was now panting rapidly, and her body quivering. "You can suck as hard as you want," she panted to Laura, her fingers now scrabbling spastically in Laura's hair. "Just do it, okay? Please?"

Laura hesitated no longer. She held one of Charise's large, swollen breasts in both hands and ran her tongue all over the bulging black nipple, then sucked the shiny wet bulb into her mouth. Almost immediately she felt the warm, sweet fluid bathe her tongue. A throbbing, aching delirium of sensuality seemed to enfold them both as Laura began to suck, gently, but insistently, feeling Charise's warm milk flow into her mouth.

"Unhhhhh... unnhhhh!" Charise panted. "Swallow... yes, swallow..."

Looking up briefly, Laura could see that Charise was almost swooning, her head thrown back, her eyelids fluttering. But Laura herself could not control the radiating sexual heat that spread through her body as she let Charise's warm, sweet milk slide down her throat. She was familiar with this sensation from the times she had done this with Cecilia, and now the delirious, throbbing warmth that bloomed from within her body was swelling and expanding, blossoming inside her like a hot cloud. She remembered how she had come only seconds after doing this the first time with Cecilia, and she feared she might do the same now.

"Oh honey..." she gasped, letting Charise's nipple out of her mouth for second, "I'm... I'm going to come, if I keep doing this."

Charise opened her eyes and smiled serenely down at Laura. "Me too," she said softly, almost inaudibly, her black eyes dilated and shiny. "Do some more. Do the other one too."

Unable to let go of the breast she was already clutching with two hands, Laura moved one hand to Charise's other breast. "I'm not hurting you?"

Charise smiled and shook her head. Almost lazily, she let one of her own hands drift down Laura's naked body to her crotch. Laura scooted her body slightly to the side so that she could open her thighs.

"Ahhnnnn!" she gasped as Charise's fingers found the sopping-wet crease of her inflamed pussy.

"Feel like you are going to come, Laura," Charise whispered. Then her eyes went briefly glassy as Laura began to lick and kiss her other nipple. "I think I am too. Just from sucking. I did it once with the baby, but you're better." She smiled with devastating sweetness, which only turned up the alarm bells higher inside Laura's body.

Laura had shifted both hands to Charise's other breast by now, and she was squeezing it rhythmically, watching the thick black nipple swell, watching the tiny whitish droplets appear on the protruding center stem, licking them up with her tongue. She only realized vaguely in the back of her mind that her hips had begun to churn slowly, gyrating, moving up into Charise's hand, almost as if they were moving on their own.

Charise was clearly becoming more aroused too. She mewled and whimpered, sucking air down her throat, her fingers growing stronger, more clawlike, in Laura's hair. Finally, she grabbed the same breast Laura was gently squeezing, her quick fingers zeroing in on her bulging, distended nipple, the pale, salmon-tinged undersides of her tapered fingers making a striking contrast to the silky, wet, coal black velvet of her large areola. She pinched the edges so hard that warm milk spurted out onto Laura's lips.

"Do it harder!" Charise gasped. "Like that. Suck it harder. And swallow."

Startled by the warm milk spurting into her face, Laura dissolved into giggles. "I am swallowing," she laughed.

Playfully, though she was again glassy-eyed, deep in a trance of intense sexual pleasure, Charise said, "Open your mouth."

Smiling, Laura obeyed. This time Charise took her own breast in both hands, brushing Laura's away, and pinched her wet black nipple with the fingers of both hands, sending a long, thin stream of milk onto Laura's waiting tongue. Laura was gripped by a sexual shiver so deeply exciting that she was paralyzed for a moment, just quivering and gasping. Charise saw it and instantly squeezed another long stream into Laura's mouth.

"Unhhhh... oh god..." Laura gasped, closing her lips and swallowing greedily, feeling her body begin to ache and throb as the warm milk slid down her throat.

They were lying on their sides, facing one another, but at this point Charise pushed on Laura's shoulder, pushing her onto her back, then rolling over on top of her, dangling the swollen, smooth, black globes of her breasts in Laura's face. She held the swaying balls with both hands, pushing them together, playfully pushing them into Laura's cheeks, then guiding her other nipple, the one Laura had not yet tasted, into Laura's half-open mouth. Laura, wildly excited, her body throbbing and jangling, opened her lips wide and took it inside.

From this very instant, both of them were lost. It was suddenly hard to tell where the demarcation line was between their two writhing bodies as their hot flesh seemed to meld together in a deeply rhythmic vibration of ecstasy. This time Laura sucked Charise's plump, spewing nipple deep, feeling the warm, sweet fluid gush into the back of her throat, feeling Charise's body quake inside as some ineffable spasm of sexual rapture gripped her.

"Unhhh!" Charise gasped, groaning in a soft, hypnotic way, clamping Laura's waist with her thighs and shuddering.

Since the margins of their bodies seemed to be disappearing for Laura, she hardly knew what movements ensued to bring them closer and closer to the ultimate explosion, but she could feel Charise's thigh muscle against her own flooding, aching pussy, and she again had insinuated her own hand into Charise's dripping, oozing crotch, rubbing the girl's swollen clit with two fingers in a rapid circle as she continued sucking her nipple, gulping down the sweet milky nectars that flowed from it. They were surging and writhing together, but not in a frantic, urgent tempo. Instead, they undulated slowly, rubbing the length of their smooth bodies together, moaning, sinuously coiling and uncoiling, their flesh so harmoniously united that everything outside them ceased to exist.

"Laura..." Charise panted, after a few minutes of this incredible sexual dance, "I... I'm going to come now. I... can't stop it any more. It's getting here."

"Oh god, my darling Inky... you are so beautiful," Laura panted back, now feeling warm milk run down her chin and her cheeks, opening her eyes to see Charise's full black breast streaked with the whitish rivulets. "I am too," she gasped. "I almost did once already."

A brief seizure of profound sexual pleasure passed over Charise's face for a second, making speech impossible. Then she recovered, blinking as if disoriented at Laura. "I think... I got to lay down or I'll fall down." She smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, of course..." Laura said, gently turning so that now Charise was on her side again.

Charise looked up at her adoringly, her black eyes swimming with love and sex hunger. "You gotta suck hard now, Laura. Do it. It ain't gonna hurt me."