Chapter 31

Of course, the major difficulty was that she saw Yvette at work every day. It was not like it had been with Rina or Karen, who worked in different parts of the company, and whom she had seen only seldom. Yvette was there every day, and somehow the long evening of fucking they had spent together had done nothing to slake their thirst for each other.

On the very first day back, Yvette pulled Laura aside in the corridor.

"My boss is on a trip to New York," she whispered. "His office is empty. Come on."

Laura glanced furtively up and down the hall. "Someone will see us."

"Just join me there in ten minutes. It's 4GH, the corner office." She winked.

Laura's pulse raced. She realized her cunt was even wet. Just whispering with Yvette in the hallway aroused her wildly. But it was so risky, meeting this way at work. Still, she couldn't stop herself.

Five minutes later she was knocking on the door of 4GH. She glanced around, but there was, thank god, no one in sight. Yvette opened the door and let her in. She shut the door and locked it.

"God, it's so risky," Laura said.

"No one will know. I have the key."

They began kissing even in the midst of talking. They were both dressed in expensive clothes but began rapidly undressing each other anyway. Laura had Yvette's silk blouse open down her back in seconds. She freed the last button, pulled it down, then pulled Yvette's bra straps down from her shoulders, quickly freeing the girl's perfect upswept breasts. She filled her hands with them, dropping her head quickly.

"Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's lips closed over one of her thick, bulging black nipples. "God... bite it!" she whimpered.

Laura bit the swollen bulb gently, and Yvette's knees sagged. She was so close to a climax that she nearly came standing up.

"God... Laura, I'm going to come!" she gasped. "Ohhh! God, bite it again."

"We can't do it right here by the door," Laura whispered. "What if somebody walks by?"

"I know."

"Quick. Over here."

Laura drew her over to the leather sofa beside the huge executive's desk. They sank into the spongy brown cushions and Laura slid down to her knees on the floor, pushing up Yvette's skirt and pulling down her panties. She skimmed them completely off, over Yvette's white sneakers, then fell on the girl's beautiful, long, perfectly-shaped wet pussy with her mouth, tonguing and sucking it until Yvette spilled over in a sharp orgasm.

"Annggnn! Oh!" she panted, biting her own forearm to stop the involuntary sounds, and whinnying frantically as hot spasm after spasm of ecstacy shook her body.

"Oh baby... oh baby!" Laura murmured, moving up again, sucking Yvette's nipples and fucking her with two fingers, quickly bringing her to another quivering climax.

"Auunggghh!" Yvette groaned, coming sharply again.

Still groggy from her two orgasms, she got her hand under Laura's skirt, bringing it up between Laura's thighs, while kissing Laura heatedly at the same time. Both girls were like animals in heat, paying no heed to their expensive business clothes or the fact that they were fucking in the boss's office, on his sofa.

Laura's eyes rolled up as Yvette slid two fingers under the elastic of her panties and into her soupy cunt. She helped Yvette get her own blouse unbuttoned, then moaned softly as Yvette nearly ripped off her bra and devoured Laura's breasts. It was like a rape. Yvette's mouth and hands mauled Laura's naked breasts, bringing her to the edge of a sharp orgasm in just seconds.

She was panting and whimpering uncontrollably as Yvette quickly sank to the floor, pushing up Laura's skirt, pulling down her panties, pressing her lips against the glistening wet lips of Laura's throbbing pussy. Laura had experienced wildly exciting sex many times, but it was different this time. The risk was so great that it somehow increased the excitement a hundred times.

She understood why Yvette had gone off twice like a firecracker as she felt herself coming too, from the merest touch of Yvette's lips against her pussy. A hot, startling, shooting orgasm pierced her body, and she turned her face against the sofa cushions to muffle her loud cries of ecstacy.

"Ohhnnnnggg! Ungggmmmpphh!" she groaned, twisting and churning as the climax wrenched her flesh.

She lay back, gasping and panting, while Yvette embraced her and kissed her. "I love you, Laura," she murmured. "I love you."

"Ohhh!" Laura sighed again as Yvette's mouth fastened on one of her nipples, sucking hard.

Yvette's hand slid back down between Laura's thighs. Her fingers scissored Laura's clit, bringing on another quick seizure of coming that left Laura stunned and and mewling with the aftershocks of pleasure as she regained her breath.

They both lay in their disheveled clothes on the leather sofa, shocked by the recklessness of their passion, and overcome by their hot, uncontrollable need for each other. Yvette's eyes smoked with desire. Laura knew that neither of them had had enough. They wanted to keep fucking, but it was too dangerous. Sooner or later, one of them would cry out too loudly, a sharp cry of bliss that would be heard outside the closed door.

But they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

"I want to make you come again," Yvette whispered. "You came so hard."

"It's so dangerous."

"I wouldn't let my husband touch me, you know," Yvette said, her black eyes glistening, murky with sexual excitement. "I told him I was sick. All I could think about was fucking with you again."

She kissed Laura heatedly. Laura was already aroused and didn't have any trouble responding, even though she was scared. We could lose our jobs, she thought. But god, sex with her is so thrilling.

"I want to fuck you again," Yvette whispered.

"Tonight. After work."

"No. Now."

Reluctantly, Laura let Yvette undress her. Carefully, the girl removed Laura's skirt, her silk blouse, and unfastened her half-removed bra. Except for her stockings, Laura was naked. She looked down at them.

"God, leave them on," Yvette panted. "It's so sexy with them on. Your legs are so beautiful."

Laura nearly melted under Yvette's hot gaze. It was so exciting to have someone want her as much as Yvette did. Her body quivered involuntarily as Yvette's hands roamed over her flesh.

"I want to suck your nipples, but I don't want you to come yet," Yvette murmured. "You have to try not to come, not until I let you."

"Okay," Laura smiled, lying back and letting Yvette have her way. "Just don't suck them too hard."

"Or bite?" Yvette grinned.

"I'll come."

"I know."

Yvette caressed and kissed and sucked Laura's sensitive breasts until Laura was ready to scream. After two or three minutes of it, she was twisting, squirming, her muscles clenching, soft, desperate moaning coming from her throat.

"Oh god, honey, I need it," she moaned to Yvette. "Ohhhnnn... oh god, honey, I need it, I need it."

But Yvette had learned her lessons well, learned them from Laura. She turned to other parts of Laura's tense body, caressing Laura's thighs above the line of her stockings, teasing her, making Laura want to feel the girl's lips on her pussy, her tongue there. Laura panted and twisted frantically, cupping her own breasts--still wet with Yvette's warm saliva, her nipples erect--in her own hands and squeezing them sharply.

When Yvette's mouth finally reached the wet, puckering slit of Laura's inflamed cunt, Laura nearly cried out with hot ecstatic excitement. Again she turned her face into the pillows, whimpering as her hips churned frantically, pushing her cunt up into the girl's mouth.

"Oh god... oh god!" she panted.

"I love you, Laura," Yvette said again as she stroked Laura's swollen clit with her tongue, bringing Laura expertly to a shockingly fierce climax.

Her face torn with ecstacy, her body arched and shuddering wildly, Laura bit off her own screams deep in her throat and came in torrents. She could not believe how she could let herself have such a total, shattering orgasm when only a thin wall separated her from discovery by her fellow workers. And even Yvette seemed stunned by the power of Laura's climax.

"God, are you okay?" she asked, kissing Laura, trying to bring her back from the daze she was left in.

Laura blinked away the tears and finally regained her breath. "Yes. You didn't tell me you were going to make me come like that."

"I would every time if I could."

"I might not survive many more."

Now they dressed quickly, helping one another straighten their clothes and smooth out the wrinkles.

"I guess you might just call us two impetuous sex maniacs," Laura grinned.

"After work?" Yvette asked. "At your place?"

"What about your little girl?"

She was sorry as soon as she said it. Yvette looked very guilty.

"I... I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean--"

"No. It's all right. I forget everything when it comes to you. Everything."

"Won't they start to get suspicious?"

Yvette pouted. "You don't want me to come over?"

Laura kissed her passionately. "I never get enough of fucking you," she whispered huskily. "I want to fuck you again, here, right now."

"I'll just tell him I'll be a little late, Laura," Yvette said, her eyes glistening and throbbing. "I've got to have you again. We don't have to spend all night."

But it was two a.m. before Yvette left Laura's apartment. The two girls were insatiable. Not even stopping for dinner, they fucked until they could hardly sit up. Laura had two more orgasms to match the one she had had earlier in the day, seizures of pleasure that left her whimpering and gasping, stunned and astonished by paroxysms of intense bliss.

And Yvette had even more. She seemed to be searching for the limits of her body's ability to experience sexual pleasure, now that she had found Laura, who was an expert at coaxing the most excruciating ecstacies from Yvette's flesh. Laura counted at least six of Yvette's orgasms as the transcendant kind that nearly made you black out.

"You can't blame me for loving you," Yvette confessed to her softly, during one pause. "Nobody ever made me come the way you do. It feels like I'm going to pass out."

But somehow Yvette's professions of love only made Laura uncomfortable. It wasn't that she didn't feel the same way about Yvette. Although something in her had died with Rina, she knew she wouldn't want to live now without Yvette. But Yvette had a child, and a husband. She loved to fuck with Laura, but could that replace her family? Could you give up your little girl, just because you and I fuck really well together?

And Laura couldn't help thinking of Karen, and even Brandi, though she didn't know if she and Brandi would ever make love again. She wasn't necessarily a sex addict, but she didn't like the thought of not fucking with Karen. After all, Yvette was discovering her body's capacity for pleasure, but she hadn't even dreamed of the things Karen and Laura had done together. She sometimes felt like she would pass out when coming, but Laura had actually lost consciousness twice while Brandi was thigh-raping her.

But for sheer exhausting fucking, no one could top Yvette. The girl had stamina. Laura had long ago stopped counting her orgasms, but it was all still new to Yvette, who tallied twenty-nine, with six near blackouts. And by the time she left, at 2 a.m., both could barely walk.

Yvette took a quick shower, so that she wouldn't smell like sex to her husband, and Laura, unable to stop herself, fucked the wet, glistening, beautiful girl once more on the floor of the bathtub before letting her go.

"You see why I love you," Yvette whispered at the door. "I never know what you're going to do to me. Nobody ever fucked me in the shower before."

"You better just let that man screw you a few times so he doesn't get suspicious," Laura whispered, lightly squeezing Yvette's fantastic ass one last time.

"Won't you be jealous?" Yvette teased.

Laura blushed. She realized that she would be jealous. His hands on her body, Yvette's wonderful, smooth, supple black body. Yvette could see her consternation.

"You would be, I can see it," she whispered to Laura. "Don't worry. I belong to you now."

They kissed once more, and Yvette left.

And the following day, Laura met Rob as she was leaving work. Her affair with Yvette had so preoccupied her feelings and thoughts that she was surprised to feel a hot prickliness and instant wetness in her pussy when he grabbed her elbow.