Chapter 36

This time when Laura got home it was not Chanitra who was waiting for her, but Yvette, who had left a long message on her answering machine. Crying throughout, she explained to Laura that Chanitra had told her how she had seduced Laura.

"I know it sounds silly coming from me after what I said," she sobbed softly, "but I love you and I want you. I dream about you. I want to hold you and push my wet pussy into yours like we did once, when we both came so hard. Remember?"

Laura got wet just listening to it.

"I'm dying without it," Yvette whimpered. "I need you. I want you to fuck me. I'm so tired of fucking with Arthur, he's so disgusting. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to feel your mouth on my clit and my nipples. Laura... I want you. Call me."

Arthur was Yvette's husband.

Laura picked up the phone. It was Sunday night. She was still exhausted from her weekend orgy in L.A. with the two beautiful black girls. I couldn't reach another orgasm tonight if my life depended on it, she thought.

Fortunately, she later thought, Yvette's husband answered the phone. Laura pretended that she had the wrong number. But she was still so excited that night that she could hardly sleep. She wants me! God, I need her too! In spite of all the wild sex I had this weekend, I want her most.

But the next day at work, she almost dreaded seeing Yvette. When she did, it was in the corridor, and both of them were nearly electrified by the moment. They stopped. They couldn't speak. Their eyes locked, pulsed hotly, their mouths quivering as they both nearly lost control. The mixture of affection and sadness and hot, consuming lust that Laura felt, and that she knew Yvette was feeling too, was nearly unbearable.

God, when we do get to be alone, we'll fuck each other to death, Laura realized. "Hi," she said.

"Hi. I've got to have it. Where can we go?"

"Know any executives who are gone?" Laura grinned.

Yvette shook her head. "We can go somewhere at lunch," she said, looking at her watch.

Lunch was only a hour away. "Where?" Laura asked.

"The Hilton. Across the street. You pay fifty and I'll pay fifty."

The idea made Laura's blood race. How wicked and exciting. Like two adulterers meeting for a hot, forbidden, afternoon fuck.

"So expensive," she said.

Yvette's eyes flooded with sex. "I'll pay the whole thing. I want you, Laura."

"Don't be silly. I can pay half."

"I'll register and call over here to let you know the room number."

Laura leaned as close to her as discretion would allow, whispering in her ear. "I can't wait."

"I can't either. I'm so wet for you."

Yvette's eyes flashed with wild sexual excitement as she smiled at Laura and continued on her way.

Laura herself was so excited by the prospect that she could barely move. She realized that she was wet herself, after taking a few steps. At her desk, she waited for Yvette's call, trying to keep busy. When it came, she nearly dropped the phone, her nerves were so taut.

"Yes? Laura--"

She couldn't get her last name out before Yvette's voice said, "Five thirty-three. Hurry."

Trying to appear calm, Laura put on her coat as if to leave for lunch. Downstairs, she had to tell herself not to run. After all, you fucked like a bunny all weekend, she thought. Why are you in such a hurry to rub yourself against this girl? This lovely girl.

She knew why. And her lust was at such a high pitch that the weekend might not have happened at all. She could feel her pulse racing and the insides of her cunt itching as she rode up in the elevator. When she knocked softly on the door, Yvette let her in. She managed to throw the bolt on the door on her way into Laura's arms.

Laura kissed her rapaciously. Yvette wore only her underwear, a delicious coral-hued slip with a lace hem, and a coral bra and panties underneath. Laura kissed her naked black shoulders, and her long smooth neck. Then they devoured each others mouths again.

"God, I want you... I want you," Yvette panted, pulling off Laura's coat, her frenzied fingers tearing at the buttons of Laura's blouse.

"Don't tear it," Laura giggled softly, helping her. "You're ahead of me."

She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet, while Yvette slid her blouse down her arms. They kissed again, this time not so wildly but more patiently, tenderly, feelingly, exploring and renewing their feelings with slow, aching passion.

While they kissed, Laura gently skimmed the spaghetti straps of Yvette's slip off her shoulders, pulling the slip down so she could get her fingers on Yvette's bra clasp. Yvette's fingers had already found Laura's. Almost at the same moment, they unclasped them.

They pulled back a little, their eyes locked and throbbing with need for one another. Each skimmed the bra straps down the other's arms. Yvette was the first to get her hands up. She cupped Laura's naked breasts, squeezed them, lowered her lips to them, kissing and sucking Laura's nipples passionately.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, throwing her head back. "Oh god, baby!"

Yvette was hungry. She held both of Laura's perfect breasts in her hands, cupping them from below and sucking first one nipple, sharply, then the other, just as sharply. Laura nearly fainted with lust.

Finally, she took Yvette's head in her hands and raised it up. She kissed her, then said, "Over here," drawing Yvette toward the huge kingsize bed.

Both of them quickly shed the rest of their underwear, and Laura drew Yvette down next to her on top of the bedspread.

"I love to suck you," Yvette murmured. "Your breasts are perfect."

Each wanted to fuck the other, but there was no withstanding Yvette's very real urgency, and Laura had to give in. Again Yvette's hungry mouth on her nipples brought her to a trembling, uncontrollable frenzy. And this time Yvette's hand found her wet, throbbing pussy too. In only a few more seconds Laura was coming fiercely, crying out, arching her body, quivering and moaning with intense pleasure.

"Unnnaawwwonngg!" she moaned, every muscle in her naked body clenched and shuddering with ecstacy. "Ohhh god... oh god!"

The spasms had barely died away before she was swarming over Yvette's smooth black body with a sharp hunger that came from having feared their relationship was over. This was something she had only dreamed and hoped to do again. She was on top, with Yvette's small, upswept breasts in her hands, squeezing them until the large, black, protruding nipples swelled up in soft cones that she could assault with her mouth.

Yvette writhed under her, whimpering, begging, imploring Laura to make her come, quickly.

"Oh yes... god oh yes, Laura!" she panted. "Do it hard, harder, make me come, please do it now please oh please! Oh! Oh!"

But Laura wanted all of the girl's delicious, undulating body. She kissed Yvette's flat stomach, her incredible thighs, sliding between them, parting Yvette's glistening wet pussylips with her fingers.

"Aaaggghhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's mouth pressed against her cunt.

She too had a hair-trigger, and only a few strokes of Laura's tongue sent her over the edge into a hot seizure of coming.

"Ohhnn Jesus... yes! Ungghhhiieeee!" she cried out, her lovely long body flipping and straining as the orgasm wrenched her.

After this first explosive coupling, which they could not control, they lay lengthwise on the bed embracing and kissing and caressing one another for several minutes.

"I didn't want it to be fast," Yvette said softly. "I wanted to fuck you so slow, and make it last. I dreamed about it. You can't imagine how many times I fucked you in my dreams."