Chapter 50

For about six months things went beautifully for Laura and Jonelle. Even the return of her little boy, though it made their times together briefer, and farther apart, had none of the effect Laura had feared. Jonelle showed no sign whatsoever of drawing away.

In fact, since they could grab only a few hours a week together, their sex became phenomenally intense, as intense as any Laura had ever had outside the perverse sadomasochism of her affair with Karen. She and Jonelle shared seizures of coming, heart- stopping orgasms, and moments of vibrant ecstacy that Laura had only partially perceived in earlier relationships.

Best of all, there was little jealousy to poison their feelings. Jonelle seemed to have no other sexual interests but Laura, and though she must have known that Laura wasn't just lying alone in bed every night, waiting for her, she never brought it up.

And in fact Laura did not often betray their intimacy with anyone else. During this period she had no sex with Karen at all, fearing another episode of red marks under her breasts for Jonelle to discover. She knew from brief work conversations that Chanitra was visiting Karen, expanding her experience, and all she could do was warn Karen not to hurt the girl, or try to initiate her into the perverted sexual practices she and Laura shared.

"How could you think I'd do that?" Karen asked, acting briefly scandalized. "The girl is a child. Anyway, I get off enough on knowing I'm fucking Yvette Farmer's little sister." Karen's eyes twinkled with mischief.

It was Yvette that Laura could not put completely behind her. She was in love with Jonelle, but Yvette's pull on her was strong. She couldn't look at Yvette without being overcome by a flood of hot, wild sexual memories. And Yvette felt the same way about Laura. They were so combustible that just meeting in the hallway at work set off sparks both feared other employees might notice.

"Can I come by after work?" Yvette asked, plaintively. "Just for twenty minutes?"

"You can't stay longer?"

"He'll know. He watches me like a hawk."

But it was twenty minutes of constant fucking. Yvette was barely inside the door before they were all over each other, tearing off their clothes, fucking wildly, rapaciously on the floor, then moving quickly to Laura's bedroom and fucking repeatedly on the bed. After about three orgasms, Yvette's g-spot vulnerability kicked in, and Laura was able to bring her to an uninterrupted string of six more climaxes, wild, shrieking convulsions of coming that left her drenched in sweat and sobbing from the release.

Then she had to quickly shower before leaving, then hurry off. Laura had looked at her watch and seen that Yvette had been there twenty-six minutes. She had come nine times. Laura had come four times, once in the middle of Yvette's wild string of climaxes by rubbing her pussy on Yvette's wildly jerking leg.

Three weeks later they had repeated it, only the second time Yvette, ashamed of being so greedy before, took care to bring Laura to several beautiful orgasms before yielding herself. Both of them felt like two animals it heat, but it gave an urgency and acute passion to their couplings that made them almost unbearably intense. So, about once a month, they met and devoured one another.

But what really began to interfere with Laura's relationship with Jonelle was so strange to her that she had a hard time getting used to it. Ever since she had begun having sex with other women, she had been the pursuer, the seductress, even with Karen, though it had not been hard. But none of them had thought of going to bed with Laura until she had overcome their initial resistance, sometimes with great difficulty.

Now she had to get used to being pursued herself. A woman in her late twenties named Barbara Crowley, slender and black, with a lovely sharp-featured face, an incredibly slim waist, and a fetching high bottom like Chanitra's, appeared in Jonelle's department of the company, and instantly seemed to become fascinated with Laura.

Naturally, Laura dropped by now and then to see Jonelle and chat with her. One day as she was walking away from Jonelle's desk, she nearly ran into Barbara, who was coming out of a photocopy room. Barbara spilled an armful of paper on the floor, and Laura helped her pick them up. Even though they were laughing and talking nervously to smooth things over, Laura could feel an instant sexual magnetism spring up between them.

It was natural, she knew, for her to feel drawn to Barbara, who was very attractive. But to feel so clearly that Barbara wanted her, Laura, wanted her physically, wanted to fuck her, that was harder to accept. And yet, during the next few weeks it became unmistakably clear.

When she went to see Jonelle, she would notice Barbara staring at her. A hot, smoky, even jealous stare. Laura couldn't help being aroused, then assaulted by a dozen conflicting emotions. Barbara was physically very desireable but seemed to have a prickly, querulous sort of personality that was unattractive. Jonelle didn't like her.

"She's not very friendly," she told Laura, who feigned disinterest. "Always criticizing. No sense of humor. Really a bitch. I don't think she likes seeing me talk to you."

"Why?" Laura asked.

"Don't know. Maybe she hates white folks."

But Laura knew otherwise. Although Barbara might be prickly around others, around Laura she immediately began almost to throb visibly with melting sexual feelings, to smile, to insinuate, to ingratiate herself. The girl is a dropdead lesbian, Laura realized. She wants to fuck me and gets jealous when I talk to Jonelle.

And Laura couldn't help being interested. Barbara's personality was rather unappealing, but physically she was gorgeous. Laura found herself staring. Barbara wasn't shockingly beautiful, like Jonelle, but very startingly pretty just the same. And though she didn't dress at all revealingly, her very narrow waist emphasized her swelling hips and the high, hard hump of her ass. She had long legs, and apparently small breasts, or no breasts. It was hard to tell since she wore loose blouses that showed nothing.

But her skin was dark velvet, and her eyes sparkled with sensuality. For the first time she could remember, Laura found herself wanting to sleep with someone she really didn't like very well.

One day after leaving work, she was browsing in the greeting card section of the corner drug store and ran into Barbara.

"Oh, hi," she smiled, feeling their eyes lock, the first time they had actually encountered each other outside of work.

"Hi, Laura," Barbara said. "You know, I've been meaning to tell you how great you look in that suit."

Laura actually blushed. She wondered if she had ever said that. She smiled again, embarrassed.

"Oh, you think so? Thanks."

"You really are stunning. I guess the men must be all over you, right? Lining up to take you out?"

Laura smiled with false sweetness at her. At the same time, she couldn't help but admire Barbara's beautiful smooth neck and fine bones.

"You're pretty good-looking yourself," she said.

Barbara smiled. "You think so?"

Laura nodded.

"We really are a mutal admiration society, aren't we," Barbara said, in a slightly cynical tone of voice. "Maybe we should go have a drink together."

Laura found herself jumping at the invitation. "Maybe we should," she said.

"How about right now?"

Barbara had suddenly begun throbbing, almost palpably wanting Laura, and Laura was overcome by this desire.

"Why not?" she said. "I know a good bar near here where they'll leave you alone if you don't like being hit on."

Barbara's eyes sparkled. They went to Laura's bar, and had a drink. Barbara grew more relaxed. By the time they were ready for another, they had drawn a clutch of men, despite Laura's reassurances, and neither wanted to stay.

"My place isn't far from here," Laura said. "Want to drop by for another?"

"Try to keep me away," Barbara smiled.

At Laura's place, and with one more drink apiece, they were even more relaxed. Laura found herself physically drawn more than ever to Barbara, who had a beautifully-shaped body. She wore a red silk blouse that hung suggestively around the small, jutting cones of her bra, and Laura couldn't help looking at her legs as she crossed them, long and black and sleek, with tapering calves and gleaming knees.

Barbara saw Laura looking at them. She ran her fingertips suggestively down one leg. Then Laura, playing the game, crossed her own legs, which were spectacular, she knew. She watched Barbara's eyes on them.

"You must have men standing in line to take you out with legs like those," Laura said, just to see how Barbara would react.

"Oh no... not really," Barbara said.

Her short skirt had ridden up, exposing a good portion of her firm, sleek thigh. She smiled at Laura.

"You really think they're all right?" she asked.

"They're gorgeous."

"You think so? I mean, really?"

Laura nodded. She felt hot, filled with desire for Barbara.

"Not as beautiful as yours," Barbara said, staring at Laura's. "I've never seen legs as beautiful as yours. So beautiful... I almost want to touch them."

"Really?" Laura asked, acting bemused. You silly thing. Touch my legs? Do you think I'm a pervert or something? She smiled lazily at Barbara, feeling warm and sexually aroused, knowing they would end up in bed but curious about how they would get there.

She uncrossed her legs, looking deep into Barbara's eyes.

"I guess you could... if you want to," she said softly.

Barbara swallowed noticeably. She put her drink on the lamp table. Laura was sitting in the easy chair across from the sofa, so Barbara had to stand up. She walked slowly over to Laura and knelt down, her eyes never leaving Laura's until her fingers touched Laura's calf.

Laura could feel juice flood her pussy as Barbara's hands began to caress her legs. And Barbara knew how to do it. She massaged Laura's beautifully-shaped calves, then her ankles, then her knees. Laura rested her head on the back of the chair and closed her eyes briefly. God, I'm being seduced, she thought, smiling.

"Oh Barbara, that feels so good," she murmured. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"This is the first time I've ever done it," Barbara lied.

"Mmmmm... feels so good."

Laura slid down further in the chair, parting her thighs slightly and perching her ass on the edge of the cushion in a way she knew was provocative.

"Please don't stop," she whispered.

Now Barbara's skilled fingers started inching slowly up her thighs, toward the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up. The first touch of Barbara's lips against the bare skin inside her thigh just above her knee actually made Laura's heart flutter briefly.

"Oh!" she moaned softly.

Barbara said nothing but continued kissing her leg, slowly, not aggressively, her lips cool and then warmer, climbing, climbing.

"Oh!" Laura moaned again, squirming a little in the chair, throwing her head back. "What are we doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Barbara asked in a low, husky voice.

"No," Laura whispered.

Barbara's lips rose higher. She inched the hem of Laura's skirt up further. Laura let her thighs apart even more.

"Laura... your legs are so beautiful," Barbara purred, kissing the insides of both of Laura's thighs now, her mouth getting closer and closer to Laura's crotch.

Laura's skirt was hiked all the way up now, her thighs spread wide. And she was feverish with arousal.

"Oh Barabara," she gasped in a small, desperate voice.

"Yes?"

"Oh... please."

"You like it?"

"Oh yes."

Barbara stood up and leaned forward over the chair, bringing her lovely face close to Laura's. For a brief moment they looked deeply into each other's eyes. Then their mouths came together in a hungry, passionate kiss, a devouring, insatiable kiss.