Chapter 30

Even though her breasts and nipples did hurt for days, as Karen had promised, reminding her of Karen's brutal passion and sharp teeth, she couldn't stop touching them, as if to bring it back, to prolong it, to keep it there as a safeguard against the memory of Yvette. And so she now went through about a week of almost constant masturbation, more than she had ever done.

In the morning before work, she would make herself come three times before leaving her apartment, then dash home after work and do it again, having at least five more orgasms before bed. She used every ingenious technique available, including the bathtub faucet, coming deliriously as the warm water crashed into her exposed pussy, and the fruit and vegetable bowl, resorting again to the double cucumber trick more than once.

And she used Brandi's video until she was afraid she would wear it out. She could come at almost any part of it, masturbating while listening to Brandi's voice during an interview, and also while Brandi posed, showing off her incredible, huge, glossy thighs, which she had actually fucked Laura with on several occasions, inspiring the most hysterical, shattering climaxes.

By focusing so single-mindedly on masturbation, on being sure to get a certain number of orgasms each day, she was able to keep her attention from straying to Yvette at work. And yet, they were involved in the same project, on which they had been working together on the night she had touched Yvette's naked breast, causing this terrible uneasiness between them.

They smiled and acted businesslike toward each other at work. But now, they were thrown together again, on the second part of the project. Working closely with the girl, Laura almost buckled under the strain, knowing Yvette mistrusted her, knowing also that Yvette knew she, Laura, wanted her unbearably. Luckily, this time there were two more members of the team, so Laura and Yvette weren't alone together too much.

But on the second day, when the other two went to lunch, and Laura was alone with Yvette in the office, she suddenly felt Yvette's hand on the back of her neck. She froze, then relaxed, turning her head, her eyes full of questions.

Yvette's dark eyes throbbed with meaning. "Remember that night," she whispered.

"I can't forget it," Laura whispered back.

Yvette's face came close to hers. "I can't either."

They knew they were alone, even though the door wasn't shut. Yvette's sensual mouth was only inches from Laura's. She moved it even closer.

"Someone might be watching us," Laura whispered.

"I know."

Yvette straighened up. She walked to the office door and shut it. Then she came back. This time she took Laura's face in both hands and kissed Laura's mouth aggressively, slipping her tongue inside as soon as Laura's lips parted.

But then, as if shocked out of a trance by what she had done, she pulled back, wiping her mouth, her face distraught and stricken with dismay.

"My god, what am I doing?" she said out loud.

"It's all right," Laura said calmly. "Maybe you just... lost control for a second. Don't worry. It never happened."

Yvette looked confused, like a frightened animal. "Oh god," she said in a small voice.

Laura took her hand. She raised it to her mouth and kissed the palm, exactly the way Yvette had kissed her palm that night. Her eyes looked deeply into Yvette's.

"I... wanted to," Yvette whispered.

"I know."

Slowly, their lips came together again. This time it was a tender, aching kiss that grew very slowly more passionate and exploratory. But they knew they must cut it short. This time when their lips drew apart, Yvette's eyes were shiny with sexual excitement.

"I've never kissed another..."

"I know."

After an awkward moment, Laura excused herself to go to the bathroom, and to give Yvette a few minutes alone to compose herself. When she returned, Yvette too was gone. She returned a few minutes later, and they resumed work with the team. To Laura it was amazing how they pretended that nothing had happened. If we had been alone, we would have done it, she thought. I know we would have. She wanted to.

But would she still want to? Later? Some other time? Or would her shame and embarrassment over what she had done get the better of her? Laura had no way of knowing. Yvette would not meet her eyes. The afternoon seemed to last forever.

When it was time to go home, Yvette waited until the others had left. Then she approached Laura.

"I called my husband and asked him to pick up my little girl," she said, bashfully. "I told him I'm working late."

Laura's pulse accelerated so fast that she nearly had to sit down. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"Why don't we have dinner at my place?" she suggested flatly, as if they could continue to discuss the project that way.

"Fine," Yvette said.

Yvette drove them both there in her car. They barely spoke, and Laura realized she herself was just as nervous as Yvette. Inside her apartment, they were more nervous than ever. Laura didn't know why she felt this way. She had gone through this before, with Karen and Rina. But Yvette was different. Was it because she was married, with a child?

Laura didn't know.

"Want a drink?" she offered.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"You don't have to wait for me to ask," Laura smiled. "I really like you. You can have anything you want."

She only realized it had sexual innuendoes after she said it. And now both of them were more uncomfortable than ever. Laura made them each a martini, hoping it would loosen them up, knowing how much Yvette seemed to love martinis.

They smiled and clinked glasses. Then they went into Laura's living room, sitting across from each other as they had done that night.

"You know what I'd like," Laura said softly, as if musing aloud. "Just to take up where we were before, you know? When you were wearing that old cut-off sweatshirt of mine? And we were just sitting here... joking?"

"Have you still got it?"

"Of course."

"I'm game," Yvette almost whispered, but her eyes betrayed her excitement. "But it's no fair for me to sit here half-naked. What about you?"

Laura almost shivered. She was thrilled by the way Yvette accepted the game.

"I think I can find something to put on," she said.

From the bedroom she retrieved the cut-off sweatshirt and gave it to Yvette.

"You can change in the bathroom," she winked. "But I am going to miss the business suit and the sneakers. I never told you how fetching that is."

Now Yvette smiled flirtatiously. "I'm glad you think so."

In her bedroom, Laura leaned against the wall and took several deep breaths. It was hard to believe things were going so smoothly. They were both still nervous, but the martinis had solved part of the problem, and they were beginning to relax and be comfortable with each other.

Quickly she removed her clothes, except for her panties, and slipped on a top she had once bought but never had the courage to wear. It was made of red and black woven wool rope, showing plenty of skin, the weave denser over her nipples but wide everywhere else. It was almost the sexiest thing she had ever seen. The full round sweep her hard jutting young breasts was almost completley visible.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She winked at herself. I'll have her in this bed in twenty minutes, she told herself.

Yvette was still in the bathroom when Laura got back to the living room. She made them each a fresh martini. Now, no more of these, she thought, or we'll ruin it.

When she returned with them to the living room, Yvette was there, sitting as before with her long legs curled up under her on the sofa.

"God, what a great top," she said as Laura handed her the fresh martini.

Her eyes lingered on the visible portions of Laura's breasts under the netting.

"I've always been too shy to wear it," Laura confessed. "Until now."

"You shouldn't be shy. Not with a body like that."

Yvette's eyes wandered up and down Laura's body. Laura realized that while she had seen Yvette this way before, Yvette had never seen her.

"Can I sit down here?" she asked, sitting at the other end of the sofa.

Yvette said nothing. Her eyes were smoky with fear and hunger and excitement and dread. Laura couldn't keep her eyes from dropping, as they had on that other night, to the perfect, sculptured round bottoms of the girl's breasts that were visible under the frayed fringe of the sweatshirt.

"You are really breathtakingly lovely," she said softly to Yvette. "I don't mean to embarrass you, but you're so beautiful." Yvette broke out into a broad grin. "You think so?"

Laura nodded.

"Because I think you're way more beautiful than me. I couldn't believe you'd be... attracted to me, even if it wasn't so... you know, so..."

"Unnatural?"

"No," Yvette shook her head. "Just... odd, I guess."

Laura ran one finger along Yvette's brown foot, then up her extraordinarily perfect calf to her knee.

"I can't get over that wild top," Yvette said. "How does it go on."

"Just slips on," Laura said. She got a quick idea. "Want to see?"

Yvette said nothing. Her eyes were shiny. She was slightly drunk, but still in control.

Laura pulled the net top slowly up her body, over her naked breasts, then up over her head, shaking her hair free.

"See?"

Slightly shocked, Yvette just stared at Laura's half-naked body, her eyes caressing Laura's jutting breasts and swelling coral nipples. But Laura was suddenly uncomfortable. God, what do I do now? she wondered.

Slowly, Yvette put down her half-full martini glass on the lamp table. Then she unfolded her long, incredible legs and stretched them out, moving down the sofa next to Laura. Her eyes still shiny, and her sensual lips half-parted, she moved her face closer and closer to Laura's, until Laura met her halfway, and their mouths came together in a warm, expressive kiss that quickly turned hotter.

But still the only parts of their bodies that touched were their mouths. When the kiss stopped, they didn't pull back. Instead, Laura whispered against Yvette's silky black cheek.

"Can I feel how flat your stomach is, like I did last time?"

Solemnly, Yvette nodded. Laura put her hand on the girl's smooth, warm midriff, feeling the firm muscles of her belly. Then, slowly, she raised her hand, letting the other hand join it, bringing them both up under the fringed sweatshirt and cupping both of Yvette's naked breasts, squeezing them gently.

They kissed again, this time with coiling, writhing tongues, and while they kissed Laura slowly pulled the sweatshirt up to Yvette's chin, then over her head as they pulled briefly apart. Now both girls were totally naked except for their panties.

Laura could barely reign in her strong desire as she saw Yvette's beautiful, smooth, dark brown body, her breasts exquisite upswept globes with puffy black nipples. She kissed Yvette's swan- like neck, then her bare round shoulder, then lifted one perfect breast in her palm and lowered her lips to it.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped softly as Laura began to tongue and suck her nipple.

Her hands came up to cup Laura's breasts too, and she squeezed and caressed them as Laura sucked, but soon she had to stop. Laura knew what she was doing, and her intention was to overwhelm Yvette so thoroughly with sexual stimulation that the girl would come quickly and hard, and several times. Still sucking and tongueing and squeezing both of Yvette's exquisite breasts, she pushed the girl back into the soft sofa cushions and began removing Yvette's panties while she sucked.

Laura's skill, and the newness of the experience, aroused Yvette so much that she was twisting and moaning uncontrollably in about a minute. And Laura too was nearly carried away by desire. The girl was incredibly beautiful, and her big, swelling, bursting nipples filled Laura's mouth.

"Ohhnnn... oh god... you're going to make me come!" Yvette whimpered, writhing, pushing her breasts up into Laura's face.

"I sure am," Laura murmured.

"No... I mean now!" she moaned.

Laura realized that Yvette was going to come just from this. Just a little help would send her over. She had Yvette's panties only halfway down the girl's firm, smooth thighs, but she quickly slid her hand back up to Yvette's wet pussy.

"Oh... suck hard, suck hard!" Yvette panted, her pelvis gyrating frantically as she drew close to an orgasm.

Laura knew just how hard to suck, and her fingers found the hard little berry of Yvette's clit. She rubbed it sharply, and Yvette burst with a violent uprush of coming.

"Ungghh... oh! Anngghiieeeee!" she cried out, her lovely body flexing and shuddering as fierce spasms wracked her flesh.

Her back arched and her pelvis quivered as the spasms shot through her. Laura quickly slid the girl's panties off while Yvette was still coming, because she wanted to keep her on the plateau. She slid between Yvette's yawning thighs and pressed her mouth to the girl's pussy, the most beautifully-shaped pussy she had ever kissed.

It was long, with glossy black lips curving in a parabola that concealed a hot pink center. Swollen and flaring from its hood at the top was a thick, bulbous clit that Laura attacked immediately with her tongue, quickly bringing Yvette to another gasping, whinnying climax.

Now Laura slid her hands under the girl's gorgeous buns and squeezed them while stabbing her tongue deep into the fiery, runny furrow of Yvette's cunt. She didn't want Yvette to stop coming, and she knew how to keep it going. God, I just know this girl has a g-spot, she suddenly realized. She comes so hard and so fast. I know I can find it.

Still sucking and tonguing Yvette's cuntlips, Laura slid one finger up into her cunt, turning her palm to her face and pressing the inner wall of Yvette's pussy with the tip of her finger, searching, searching. She remembered when she had once found Rina's g-spot this way, and Rina had nearly gone insane with coming.

And she didn't know exactly why, but it worked again. Already building toward a third climax, Yvette's luscious body suddenly stiffened. A throttled scream came from deep in her throat, and she began flipping and surging and coming in violent shocks, an orgasm so severe that she nearly propelled them both off the sofa with her wild motion.

"Ungghh! Ohnnngg god! Unaahnnggiiieeeee! Oh... oh Laura! Oh! Auunggnnggiieeee! Oh Jesus! Anngghaaaiieee!"

From huge, shattering waves of bliss it soon subsided into more rolling shocks, then into involuntary trembling as she slowly returned to calm, her breath slowly coming back to normal. Her cheeks were slick with tears, which she didn't realize until her orgasms passed. Then she noticed because Laura was kissing the tears away.

"Oh god..." she gasped, hugging and kissing Laura. "I never knew it was possible to come like that."

Laura kissed her back. "I didn't know you'd come like that either, but I wanted to try."

"But what about you, what about you?" Yvette smiled, brimming over with wild sexual excitement.

She kissed Laura's neck and shoulders, then dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts.

"I've never done this," she murmured.

"Do you want to?"

"God, yes."

"Just do what you want to do," Laura whispered.

Yvette needed little encouragement. Starting slowly, tenderly, within moments she was devouring Laura's sensitive nipples, digging her fingers into Laura's springy, round breasts and sucking hard, bringing Laura to the brink in under a minute. Laura looked down, her lust heightened by watching Yvette's hungry mouth on her saliva-wet breasts, by watching her nipples inside Yvette's mouth and feeling the wild spurts of sexual mania it inspired at the same time.

"Oh... Yvette," she gasped, arching her back and sighing with bliss. "Ohhhhh!"

"God, you're so beautiful," Yvette murmured, sliding down, down Laura's body.

Laura opened her thighs, letting the girl slip between them. At first Yvette was again hesitant, but in a few seconds she slid her tongue deep into Laura's wet, aching pussy, and Laura surrendered completely, moaning and digging her fingers into her thigh muscles as she uptilted her cunt to Yvette's mouth and gyrated her pelvis slowly in gentle fuck-motions.