Chapter 299

She had a powerful craving to see Deshona Reed. She knew it had a lot to do with Makeeda's absence, since Laura and Deshona had once been in love, long before Makeeda had entered the picture, and Laura would not feel as comfortable seeing her if Makeeda were in town. She wondered a little why this sharp craving, since her fairly persistent lustful needs were being taken care of by Shelley, and by the new darling Allisha, whom she managed to see again the night after their first tryst, and who was amazing in her stamina and exuberant interest in more lesbian fucking.

A little reflection told her that it was this very intensity of her feeling for Makeeda that had made her thoughts and cravings paradoxically drift to Deshona. She had felt varying degrees of genuine love for a few women before Makeeda; certainly most for Sara; but for Dawn and Deshona a deep emotion nearly as strong. Her experience with Deshona especially had been such a complicated affair, its very complexity adding to its eroticism since Deshona had been initially cold, businesslike, aloof, and unapproachable. She had rejected Laura at first. Laura had been plunged into the deepest despair and longing.

Then, unaccountably, Deshona had capitulated. 'I like you, ' she had said to Laura. I like you. Who would not feel her heart soar? I like you too! she had wanted to shout. I desperately want to fuck with you, but right now I don't even care about that, because I'm so flummoxed that you like me. You want to kiss me. Or at least you want to let me kiss you.

They had gone up in flames together countless times since then. Deshona still had a cold and aloof exterior, but when she was around Laura she became a horny lesbian slut. It thrilled Laura to see the transformation: this gorgeous, intelligent, self-possessed, even elegant business woman, so well-dressed and almost aristocratic, suddenly quivering inside with the need to rub her naked flesh against Laura's. Neither of them would ever forget the night Deshona, drunk after a terrible fight with Charles in a restaurant, had dropped by Laura's old apartment, saying that she needed some 'hot lesbian screwing' to help her forget. Just as Laura was about to oblige her, she passed out and did not revive until morning, whereupon they had nearly eaten each other alive, despite Deshona's roaring hangover headache. Just remembering it made Laura pant.

Over time the demands of Deshona's career, as well as her initial ambivalence toward her despicable ex-husband, had put a strain on her love affair with Laura that inevitably weakened it. Laura had met Dawn, and Sara, eventually Makeeda, while still seeing Deshona occasionally. She wondered if either of them could ever give up the other permanently.

She sent her an obscure, playful email she was sure only Deshona would understand:

I dream of the melons and The Emperor. Say hello to Molly and Jill. Call me.

The following evening her phone rang.

"I'm in Tucson. I got your email." She laughed softly into the phone, waiting for Laura to reply.

"Tucson? Things must be pretty dull there."

"They're not. I have a girlfriend who lives here. She also likes melon."

"You darling, delicious little slut. I'm dying to bury my face in your sweet honeypot. When will you be back?

Deshona laughed. "The way you sound, I should hop the redeye tonight."

"Do they have a redeye from Tucson?" Laura teased.

"Seriously, I could be back by midday tomorrow. God, Laura, you don't know how that email got to me." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I got wet just reading it."

"Guess what I'm doing right now?" Laura asked seductively.

"Cut it out, you bitch," Deshona laughed. "Tormenting me that way. You'll just drive me back into the arms of Lupe. Better watch out."

"I'm dying for you," Laura confessed, truthfully. For the moment she had forgotten all about Makeeda. There was something about this old, deep friendship and sexual connection that was deeply compelling. "I'm dying to see you. It's not just sex."

"A likely story. Anyway, I thought you were involved."

Laura could not remember if Deshona knew about Makeeda, or was referring to Sara. Their affection for each other was so firm and deep that she often kidded Laura about her various amours, now clearly having a few of her own to balance them, no longer jealous, as she had once been fiercely of Randi.

"She's out of town for a few days."

"Guess I better hurry back while you still have time for me," Deshona said, a little sharply.

"I'd hate to live in a world where you weren't in it," Laura said softly.

"My sentiments exactly, darling. I will call you from the airport. Maybe you can drive down to my place. You know, leave a little early from work? Will that imperious cunt Rhonda let you off?"

"She's in Montreal. She won't have a word to say about it."

"Okay, darling," Deshona breathed. "Eat some oysters or something. Take some vitamins. I'm going to wear you out."

True to her word, Deshona took the first flight she could get home from Tucson and called Laura at work in the late morning of the following day. Laura took the afternoon off and drove to Burlingame to Deshona's house in the woods. Molly, Deshona's small dog, acted like Laura had returned from the dead, wreathing her in a cacophony of affectionate barking and wagging. Deshona was wearing shorts and a thin red top, since it was a hot day. She had short but beautifully shaped dark brown legs that Laura had run her lips over hungrily many times in the past and wanted to do again, right now.

"You're looking at me like a man does, Laura," Deshona warned her. Nevertheless, her black eyes flickered with pleasure and excitement, and her expressive mouth made a small, sensual curl.

"He probably wants to do the same thing I want to do," Laura murmured back as Deshona let her in the front door, and Molly swarmed at her feet.

Neither one of them moved from the door as Deshona closed and locked it with the deadbolt. They enjoyed this fencing. "And what would that be?" Deshona asked, with faux solemnity.

Once-it had been another time neither would ever forget, during Deshona's niece Taneesha's visit, when Taneesha had left only moments earlier in Deshona's Mercedes for the mall-they had fallen to the floor in this very spot and fucked in a hot, squealing maelstrom, scattering their clothes everywhere and consuming each other in a scorching frenzy on the oriental rug. Laura knew they were both wondering if they would do that again, any second.

She saw from Deshona's eyes that she was remembering the same moment. And yet, having done that in the past seemed to release them from having to do it all over again. They could take their time. In fact, it was fun to take their time. They could tempt one another. They could flirt. They could thrust and parry and tease. They had done it for so long together that it was almost second nature. They could build the sexual tension until it was almost dangerous before giving in to it and suddenly clawing each other with desperate lust.

Deshona first broke their locked eyes. She smiled mysteriously and took Laura's hand, drawing her into the house. "Let's put Molly in a safe place," she murmured.

"Good idea."

Last time, Laura remembered, Molly had been rather traumatized by these two grown human females snuffling and grunting and gasping naked on the floor, the dog's true domain. She had circled them warily when they were finished, as if wondering what fit of madness had briefly seized them.

Laura could feel her pussy slowly melting. She followed Deshona for a few steps.

"You wait here," Deshona said. "I'll be right back."

"I know the way to the bedroom," Laura flirted aggressively.

Deshona turned, smiled, raising one marvelous eyebrow. "That's right... you do." She let her smoking black eyes linger on Laura's mouth. "Meet you there."

Deshona's bedroom was immaculate and severely neat, the bedspread taut, the dresser tops gleaming and clean, the blinds tilted just enough to let a faint spray of sunshine through. Since she was often away, and also since she could afford it, Deshona had a cleaning woman who kept everything this perfect. How nice to have money, Laura thought wistfully. No house cleaning to get in the way of your sex life.

She waited. Deshona took a little while. When she finally showed up, she was carrying a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses. Laura smiled.

"A little early in the day for that," she commented softly.

Deshona shook her head, setting everything down on the bedstand. "We are celebrating our annual reunion."

"Oh, it hasn't been that long," Laura scoffed.

"Feels like a year," Deshona said, straightening up, hands free. "Feels like longer."

Laura came into her arms. "It's so nice to be missed."

"You must've missed me too. Or you wouldn't have called."

"I didn't call. I emailed you."

"Same thing."

"If I had called, I might have caught you while you and 'Lupe' were doing the Big Nasty. Who's Lupe? Last time we talked, it was Jill."

Deshona smiled mysteriously. "You're the one who got me into this," she murmured, her eyelids growing heavier as they both succumbed to the sensuality beating in their blood. "And now you want to know every detail of my sex life away from you?"

"Yes," Laura breathed, brushing her lips against Deshona's. "Every detail. It makes me want to fuck you better than they ever could."

Deshona giggled nervously, turning briefly into a charming, shy young girl, embarrassed by Laura's bluntness. But she quickly recovered. "You don't have to worry about that," she half-whispered. "You've already got the trophy in that department. The others are sweet... but you saw how I came running back from Arizona the minute you called. It's almost embarrassing."

"Oh gosh," Laura joked. "Now I have to live up to your expectations."

Deshona smiled and broke their embrace gently. She reached for the champagne bottle. "No kissing until we have our little toast. I know all about kissing you. It's lethal."

Laura watched her wrap a white hand towel around the neck of the bottle and struggle with the cork until it popped. Wet, frothy champagne gurgled and spurted out of the opened bottle onto the towel. Both of them could not suppress a laugh.

"God, it reminds me so much of a cock," Deshona said.

"Reminds me of the Emperor... excuse me, I mean the Empress," Laura said. She had whimsically renamed the huge strap-on dildo Deshona had bought.

Deshona smirked as she mopped up the small mess and poured champagne into the two glasses. "I'm afraid I have bad news about the Empress. I left him... her?... back in Baltimore with Jill."

Laura made a long face, playfully. "Oh dear, we'll have to make do without. I wonder if we can think of anything else to do."

Deshona gave her a mock frown. "Anyway, the Emperor doesn't spurt. Not like this."

Laura leaned her face so close to Deshona's that she could take her full lower lip between her teeth. Neither one had yet drunk a sip of champagne. "I'll bet I can make you spurt," Laura breathed again.

This was a not-so-veiled reference to the fact that Deshona frequently, especially when wildly aroused as the result of a hot, frantic fuck, gushed herself, a fact that usually embarrassed her deeply but thrilled Laura. She seemed to quake inwardly at Laura's words, as if they had physically wrenched her. For a second her eyes went glassy.

Then she pulled back as Laura released her lip. "No kidding. God, how could I live without you," she said in a hushed voice.

Something Allisha had also said to Laura, who decided not to trot out the same answer, or get too deep about it. She raised her glass and smiled. "Here's to the Ice Queen and the match. I'm the match."

"You sure are," Deshona said with a chastened but also amused expression as she too raised her glass. "Friends and lovers forever, no matter who we might fall for in between?"

Laura nodded. How could she refuse such a toast? They clinked their glasses and drank. It was expensive champagne, real French champagne. Deshona always had the best.

Laura drained her glass and put it down next to the bottle. Deshona had only drunk half. "You better drink it all," Laura told her. "It'll go flat before I let you get to it again."

Deshona could not prevent a broad grin from spreading over her face. "God, I've missed you."

She too drained her glass. Laura's hands were under her shirt before she even finished setting the empty glass on the bedstand. Laura ran them up Deshona's peerless back to her bra clasp. She quickly unfastened it and slid her hands forward and under the bra to cup the round, hard miracles of Deshona's extraordinary breasts.

"Oh god, the melons," she murmured, squeezing them.

Deshona's eyes never left Laura's but now seemed like glowing embers. Laura pulled her shirt and her now loose bra up under her chin. "You better let me take the bedspread down," Deshona murmured as if in a trance.

But Laura was not stopping. Already she had dropped her head and buried her face in the deep cleavage between Deshona's naked breasts. They were amazing round globes, so big for a petite woman like her, and phenomenally firm. Laura remembered how they were so firm that you had to struggle to suck Deshona's nipple completely into your mouth, a struggle she herself always relished and craved.

She cradled them in her palms and began feverishly licking Deshona's wide brown areolas and flicking the rising centers with the tip of her tongue. Deshona panted and stroked Laura's hair with one hand, very reluctant to stop her. Laura moved both hands to one luscious brown globe and guided Deshona's nipple into her mouth. She sucked it hard.

"Mmmnnneee!" Deshona squealed softly. "God... you suck so hard!"

"Oh... sorry," Laura gasped, letting the wet, shiny, dark nipple go for an instant before devouring it hungrily again. "Too hard?"

"Unhhhh! Oh! No... I guess not too hard. God, it feels good."

"How about this one?"

"Unh! Unh!" Deshona's fingers dug through Laura's thick hair into her scalp. "Yes, that one too! Unh! You know, you're the one who taught me this could feel so good."

"Ummmm. Does Lupe suck your breasts like this?" Laura asked, now slurping and assaulting them with gathering lust.

"She does now. After I told her to... unhhhhh! Oh shit!"

"I love your body," Laura panted, ravishing Deshona's naked breasts with hot sucking kisses.

"Ah!" Deshona gasped, wriggling half-free, laughing excitedly. "Please leave some of it for me. I need this body."

"I need it too," Laura growled playfully, pulling her down on top of the taut bedspread.

"Let me pull it down... let me pull it down," Deshona insisted. "You're going to wreck my bedspread."

"Oh, okay," Laura relented, reluctantly.

Together she and Deshona pulled down the bedspread. Laura was unable to keep her eyes off Deshona's bobbing, swaying naked breasts during this procedure. Deshona's jutting dark brown nipples were hard and still glossy with Laura's saliva. As soon as the bedspread and blanket were squared away, they quickly stripped and fell together in a near-desperate embrace on the bare sheet.

"Oh god, this is heaven!" Deshona gasped as Laura again began to devour her smooth naked flesh. This time she fought back, sucking Laura's neck, squeezing Laura's breasts, running one hand down into Laura's crotch. "Ooooh honey, you a wet little white girl," she giggled.

Deshona, very refined and self-controlled, never talked 'ebonics' except in the most relaxed and playful of circumstances. She seemed at the moment almost bubbling over with delight, as well as sexual excitement.

"Wet for you," Laura panted. "I want a taste of the world's most beautiful pussy."

Deshona smiled but grabbed her before Laura could descend too far down her squirming naked body. "Hold on there a moment. You always get your way. You're very pushy, Laura, did you know that? I have my needs too."

Laura smiled and stopped her descent. "And what are those?"

"Plenty of time for tasting," Deshona said in a slightly prim way. "I want to show you something I've learned... that really gets me off. I'll bet it will get you off too."

"Looking in your eyes gets me off," Laura panted. "Kiss me first. You haven't kissed me at all."

Deshona smirked. "Well..." she drawled sexily, "I guess I could go for a little kissing. You're such a good kisser."

If their first naked embrace was heaven, this was the seventh degree of paradise. Since they had fucked often in the past and were certainly about to undertake a marathon of fucking in the next few hours, they could take their time kissing, and they did. Their mouths met slowly in a calm, exploratory reacquaintance. Their kiss was patient and emotional, but during it Laura could feel every place on her body where Deshona's naked flesh was touching it. She knew Deshona was feeling the same thing.

They kissed and moved ever so slightly together just to enjoy the feel of their nipples touching, mashing together, their bellies rubbing, their thighs tensing and sliding against each other, their fingertips digging into each other's resilient warm flesh. Laura had forgotten how well they could kiss, but she was quickly reminded of it as their tongues coiled together and their mouths almost effortlessly curved and blended. This kiss seemed to take an hour, and neither one was eager to have it cease.

Finally, Laura murmured against her open lips: "Okay, what have you got to show me?"

"I don't know whether I'm finished kissing you yet," Deshona murmured, her eyelids heavy with sex. "I might want to kiss you for another hour or so."

"That's okay with me," Laura whispered back. "But I may just come in the middle of it. You're getting me so hot."

"Oh good," Deshona snickered. "Just what we need for our purpose." She pulled back a little and maneuvered her legs to scissor Laura's in a conventional trib position, with both of them half-sitting, leaning back on their elbows. "First, we do what you taught me long ago. Pussies kissing. I almost die when I feel your pussy kissing mine."

"Mmmm, I remember when you wouldn't even say the word 'pussy, '" Laura flirted. "You've come a long way, Miss Ice Queen."

"Quiet..." Deshona cautioned her, still unable to resist a sexy smirk as she moved her pelvis forward, guiding her crotch into Laura's. "I want to feel it... just when... ahhhhhh! Just then! Oh god... it's heaven when I feel them touch!"

"Unhhhhh!" Laura half-groaned too, feeling her body sag with unbearable happiness too at that precise moment. "Oh... you're right."

She and Deshona had fucked this way many times, and the memory of all those times seemed concentrated into this one infinitesimal moment, stirring their emotions as well as their surging sexual juices. They began to swirl their groins gently against each other, reaching down with their fingers to splay their wet, swollen cunt lips further, to ensure the broadest intimate contact.

"I... love doing... this," Deshona panted. "But it's always a... little hard... for me to come this way. It takes... a lot longer. So, I like to start this way but... Lupe showed me this."

Her black eyes were glazed with sexual heat as she moved her body a little to the side so that she was straddling Laura's thigh with both of her own. Of course, in this position Laura's thighs were also clamping Deshona's, and she got the message immediately. She also instantaneously knew the truth of what Deshona was saying. This way, rubbing your cunt against the hard thigh muscle of your lover, you could pump harder and come faster.

God knows, I've done it, Laura thought. She had done it on Sara's big, beautiful thighs more than once. And of course the ultimate in that experience had been her repeated 'thigh-rapes' by Ms. Olympia Brandi Pearson's flexing steel thigh, which had crushed and crunched Laura's poor pussy into excruciating, gagging, rupturing orgasms on countless occasions. Just the memory of these, as well as the frantic crescendo of Deshona's lust as she vigorously rubbed her wet pussy up and down, faster and faster, on Laura's thigh, was enough to bring Laura herself to the brink in under thirty seconds.

Oh god, it's happening too fast! she thought, characteristically never wanting to reach the pinnacle too soon, especially the first time, wanting it to build and swell and expand until neither one could bear the pressure any longer before it shattered them. On the other hand, Deshona was gasping and grunting and pumping crazily, and Laura did not want to be beaten to the finish line. She clamped her own thighs tightly on Deshona's and began surging and bucking and pumping furiously herself, feeling the hard muscle of Deshona's shapely thigh slide in the greasy groove of her gaping pussy, feeling her throbbing clit jam into it with each frantic thrust.

"Unh... unh... unh!" Laura grunted, knowing she was about to come too, feeling her suddenly sweaty body merge with Deshona's squirming, struggling flesh, hearing Deshona's wild whoops and moans in her ears, feeling Deshona's breasts suddenly mashing into hers again as Deshona shifted her body to be face to face with Laura.

"Oh Laura... I'm going to come... are you?" Deshona asked through her feverish panting, her eyes wild with the sparks of her arriving orgasm.

"God yes!" Laura gasped, feeling her body quiver deep within as the first flames of her climax began to spurt through her.

"Kiss me, honey..." Deshona gasped at the last second.

But it was impossible. In the midst of trying to kiss Laura she began to come and could do nothing but slump forward, twitching and writhing, crying out in a great burst of killing pleasure.

"Unnggghmmnmnngghiiieeee!" she cried out. "Ohhnnggg god! Ummngghh! Auunngghhh!"

Laura was very close behind, only a few seconds, erupting in sharp, volcanic spasms as a huge, wrenching orgasm pummeled her. "Ohhnnngggg! Ummnngghh! Ooohhhmmnnggiiiee!" she wailed, feeling her body flip and almost jackknife under Deshona, her thighs clamping Deshona's in a fierce grip as she pumped her way wildly through a long, exhausting climax.

Both of them were so drained by this sudden and piercing event that they could barely move for a long time. They lay there, Deshona on top of Laura, still panting and tingling and enjoying every waning sensation of this beautiful moment.