Chapter 49

Her body was so sore and achy after this encounter that Laura found herself appalled at what they had done to each other. How can we keep doing that? she wondered. Her breasts had red circles around them where the tight thongs had been, and her nipples throbbed with pain. Her asshole was still wide open and burning.

And she wondered how Karen must feel. Whipped in her pussy! she thought. And I did it! How could I do that?

And yet, she knew perfectly well how. She and Karen could perform almost any sexual torture on each other, as long as it didn't draw blood. Laura found herself remembering in detail Karen's fierce paroxysms of pleasure/pain as the whip landed on her open, vulnerable pussy, on her clit, and as she erupted in wild convulsions of coming.

The thought aroused her so much that she almost had to masturbate. God, could I ever do that? she wondered. Let her... whip me there? A hot shiver gripped her flesh. She tried not to think about it.

And the very next day, Friday, something happened to distract her from it completely. She had carefully avoided Jonelle since their night together, and Jonelle's reaction to it. She had avoided her more to prevent an increase of the pain she already felt, more than to embarrass or protect Jonelle.

But on Friday at work, Jonelle actually showed up at Laura's cubicle. Laura was shocked to see her. She blushed, and her pulse accelerated wildly with excitement.

"Jonelle!"

"Hi," Jonelle said, shyly.

"Come in. Sit down."

"No. Only meant just to drop by." She smiled. She was totally gorgeous. Laura yearned for her, ached for her. "I was just wondering..."

"Yes?" Anything! Laura was thinking. Anything for you!

"You know, I got a call from my little boy." She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers. "He's having such a good time... he wants to stay another week."

"Oh good. I'm glad he's having fun."

"So I was thinking... maybe I could, you know, like come over to dinner... or something."

Jonelle wouldn't look at Laura. She looked away, painfully embarrassed. Only now did Laura realize how hard it had been for her to say this, or to be there at all.

Laura reached out and took one of Jonelle's hands in both of hers, forcing Jonelle to look at her. She tried to say it all with her eyes, which were pulsing with deep emotion, and a little lust too.

"Please come over for dinner," she said evenly. "I'll expect you at six."

Laura felt a flutter in her throat and didn't dare to say any more. Jonelle nodded. Laura knew that if the girl weren't already so black, she would be blushing.

"Is that okay?" Laura croaked, blushing herself.

God, I held this girl's naked body in my arms while she came and came. She had her tongue up my pussy. Why are we acting this way?

Jonelle smiled a shy, ambiguous smile. "I'll be there at six," she almost whispered, then turned and vanished.

At first, Laura was exhilarated, wildly happy. Then, suddenly, she remembered her session with Karen. She ran to the bathroom, and inside a stall actually removed her bra to check the red circles around her breasts. They were nearly gone, but if you looked closely you could still see the pinkish curves.

It'll be dark, she told herself. God, how could I have done that! What if she notices? I'll just have to keep the lights low, or off. God, I can't believe she's coming.

After work she made a quick dash by the supermarket to pick up the makings of a simple dinner. Then she hurried home, getting there only ten minutes before six. She had only enough time to put the food away before the downstairs buzzer rang.

She buzzed it to let Jonelle in, then looked in a mirror quickly, brushing her hair back, trying to look desirable. I want her to want me, she thought. Maybe she does want me. Otherwise, why would she be here? But I can't assume. Even though I feel like a schoolgirl, wanting her to like me.

"Hi," she smiled, opening the door.

Jonelle smiled very broadly, and came in. "Gosh, I'm glad you invited me," she confessed. "I thought you might just, you know, turn away, after last time. What I said."

"What did you say? I don't even remember."

"Good. Then we can start fresh."

"Sure," Laura said, nervously, fearing she looked too horny, or lustful, or something. "I just picked up some dinner things at the store. Does chicken sound all right?"

"To tell the truth, I'm really not very hungry," Jonelle said.

They looked at each other. They had barely moved from Laura's front door. Their eyes were locked, throbbing together, their longing for each other almost palpable in the air.

Slowly, Laura raised one hand to Jonelle's incredible face, but before her fingers could touch Jonelle's cheek, Jonelle moved forward, brought her mouth up close to Laura's, and they quickly melted into a long, emotional, then sexual kiss.

Nothing touched but their mouths, until halfway through the kiss they came together, holding one another so tightly that they were panting when they pulled apart.

"Jonelle, I love you," Laura whispered in her ear.

"Don't say that."

"I can't help it."

"I... love you too. I don't know why."

Both of them felt tears welling up. Laura embraced Jonelle and kissed her again, this time a scorching, demanding, sexual kiss that expressed the depth of her lust. When their mouths parted this time, Jonelle whispered against Laura's cheek.

"Let's have dinner later," she whispered. "I want to do it with you."

They went to Laura's bedroom, and Laura shut the door. The feelings were still awkward. They were both fully clothed. It wasn't dark yet. God, she'll see the marks on my breasts, Laura thought. She went to Jonelle, who was dressed in an old-fashioned style dress, with frilled sleeves and a high collar with lace around it. She looked amazingly fetching.

Laura kissed her long, dark, smooth neck and slowly pulled Jonelle's zipper open from the nape of her neck down to her tailbone, opening a big gap in the dress.

"What a fantastic dress," she said, beginning to kiss the shapely miracle of Jonelle's half-naked back.

Together they slipped the dress off. While Laura was kissing her neck, her shoulders, her back, her arms, every part of Jonelle her lips could reach, Jonelle was unbuttoning Laura's blouse and removing it. Neither one was in a hurry this time, though Laura, as she felt Jonelle's fingers toying with the clasp of her bra, began to turn up the heat, unwilling to let Jonelle see the pink marks on her body.

She grew more passionate, quickly removing Jonelle's thin bra and pinning Jonelle on her back on the bed, then lowering her mouth to the girl's thick, plump nipples and the small swellings of her breasts, sucking first one whole breast, then the other, deep into her mouth.

"Ohhhh!" Jonelle moaned, twisting, sighing. "God," she whimpered, "I dreamed of you doing this."

"Mmmmm, I did too," Laura murmured, remembering how Jonelle liked to have her nipples sucked hard, and sucking them so hard that harsh, high-pitched mewlings escaped from Jonelle's throat, and she began to squirm uncontrollably.

"Oh! Oh! God... Laura, yes! Please! Oh please, quick!" she moaned, crazy with need.

And of course her beautiful, slender, undulating body drove Laura's own desire to a fever pitch. She quickly slid Jonelle's panties down her long, lean legs and slipped between them. Her tongue found the blossoming pink cleft of Jonelle's long shapely pussy and slithered up into it, making the girl groan and twist excitedly.

"Oh... Laura, yes! Unngghh! Ohhhh!"

Laura knew Jonelle was about to come. She knew Jonelle had fantasized about this moment, and become so aroused that the merest touch of Laura's tongue on her clit would wrench her with ecstacy. She wanted to prolong it simply because it was so sweet, so powerful, but she couldn't make the delicious girl wait any longer.

She let her tongue curl around the hard little nub of Jonelle's swollen clit, then sucked it between her lips. Jonelle's lovely lean body arched, tensed, and then she went into one of her interminable spasms of coming, a pulverizing orgasm that seemed to last forever, a moaning, undulating trance of profound pleasure that subsided only twenty seconds later, leaving her gasping and quivering with aftershocks.

As before, Laura couldn't get over the depth, length, and terrible power of Jonelle's orgasms. She held the girl while Jonelle slowly regained her senses.

"God, I'm sorry," Jonelle gasped softly, finally surfacing from her deep trance of ecstacy. "Nobody ever made me come like you do. Sometimes it feels like I'm not going to come back."

"You better come back," Laura purred. "Because I'm not through fucking you yet."

"Oh," Jonelle said, eyes widening with shock. "You said that word."

"I'm sorry. Did you want me not to say it?"

"But it is what we're doing, isn't it. I mean, why pretend."

"Does it still bother you?"

"I... guess not. You know, I dreamed of... us. Of you doing that to me."

"Was it a good dream?"

A beatific smile spread over Jonelle's beautiful face and seemed to fill up her entire body. "You bet it was," she grinned. "It made come to see you today."

Laura's heart filled up. She kissed Jonelle. "Are you glad. Because I'm so glad. I can't tell you how glad."

"I'm glad. But I'm scared if you keep... fucking me like that I'll just die or something."

"Want to try? I can try to kill you with fucking," Laura teased.

But this time Jonelle pushed Laura down on her back and began to take control.

"You ain't getting away from me that way," she teased back. "Two can play this fucking game, as you call it."

But before she could go on, Laura grabbed her head and kissed her emotionally. Then she gazed deeply into Jonelle's dark eyes.

"It's not just fucking for me," she said softly. "Not with you."

Jonelle swallowed, solemnly. "Me either," she whispered.

"I want you."

"Want you too," Jonelle said, beginning to make love to Laura now with a confidence she had never shown the first time.

Her lips on Laura's flesh made Laura shiver and nearly swoon with happy abandon. Laura completely forgot about the marks left by the thongs under her breasts until Jonelle began kissing and kneading the upswept, perfect globes, and asked her.