Chapter 54

Even though she had been gone only five days, to Laura it seemed like another world as she arrived home. She had been thoroughly, exhaustively fucked by male and female, and felt completely reamed and sucked dry, glad even for the rest the flight provided. She had not even thought of Jonelle until the airplane had touched the tarmac.

But at that instant, the hot, throbbing ache seemed to return to her. It was a Thursday afternoon, and as soon as she got to her apartment, she phoned Jonelle at work.

"I love you," she said into the phone. "God, how I missed you."

"Me too," Jonelle said. "Can't talk. People here."

"I understand. When can I see you? I want you. You know how much."

"Me too." She could hear Jonelle giggling nervously. "Eric has a ball game after work. Maybe tomorrow."

"I'll die."

"Me too."

"That's all you can say. 'Me too.'"

They laughed and Laura hung up, having a fantasy about Jonelle's lovely, lean, naked body pressed to hers. But the next day at work, she got a shock. Much as she loved and longed for Jonelle, she was almost paralyzed with desire when she saw her department's new secretary.

The old one had moved to another part of the company, and her replacement was a stunning, tall, statuesque girl named Cecilia. About twenty-five, she was totally gorgeous, with a full, curvaceous body and a tiny waist, jutting young breasts, and smooth skin that was blacker than that of any girl Laura had ever known, black as coal.

For whatever bizarre reasons, Laura had long known that black skin was a sexual turn-on for her, and now, seeing Cecilia, she could hardly control her desire. On top of everything, Cecilia was a very cheerful, good-natured person, not morose or haughty, or a sneaky, sexual pervert like Barbara, or a jealous, fiery bitch like Yvette. She was friendly and open, and didn't seem to realize that Laura was imagining her without her clothes on, much as a man might do.

She also wore a large diamond engagement ring.

Laura only realized how blatant her lust was when Barbara Crowley caught her staring at Cecilia from a distance.

"That gorgeous blue-black pussy ain't in your future, Laura, you horny lesbo," she whispered slyly into Laura's ear. "I can see you eating that poor thing alive."

The smell of Barbara and Barbara's warm breath in her ear aroused Laura shockingly, so much so that she had to swallow and take a few deep breaths to keep control. God, I really am a sex maniac, pure and simple, she thought.

"Takes one to know one," she whispered back to Barbara, giving her a hot, sexual stare.

I tasted your pretty black pussy, at least, her stare said.

But Barbara just grinned. "You know I like white girls," she teased. "She's a knockout, but I want you."

It was as if Laura's punishing sexual experience in New York were months ago. She could feel her pulse racing as she looked into Barbara's dark eyes, and focused on Barbara's sensual mouth.

"I... I," she stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Tonight," Barbara whispered. "You come over to my place this time."

"I can't." Laura had no idea why she said she couldn't. "I... I have an appointment."

"Tomorrow?"

"Maybe."

"Playing hard to get, Laura?"

"I'll be there. What time?"

"Seven?"

"Yes." Laura turned away.

"Get some rest," Barbara winked.

There was a hot, insistent pulse beating deep inside Laura's pussy. Her return to work had driven her wild. Cecilia's beautiful presence, and Barbara's seductiveness, had aroused her wildly. She went to the bathroom to try to calm down and there ran into Yvette.

Oh god, all I need, she thought.

"Hi," she smiled. Yvette was stunning.

"God, I've gone crazy without you," Yvette said under her breath, looking both ways to see if they would be overheard.

"You look pretty good to me, too," Laura said softly.

"Can I come by after work?"

Laura knew she wouldn't see Jonelle until tomorrow night. Then she remembered that she had just agreed to see Barbara tomorrow night. Shit! she thought. How could I do that?

Meanwhile, Yvette's eyes throbbed. Laura recalled the last five or six times Yvette had dropped by her place after work, and the almost insane hunger with which they had fucked. She felt her blood leap inside her body.

"Yes yes, please please," she said to Yvette, who smiled as if her dreams had just all come true.

Though they drove separately, they both seemed to race to Laura's apartment, arriving only five mintues apart. When they got inside, it was just as before. They devoured one another, staggering to the sofa and then sliding off it to the floor, unable to make it to the bedroom. They were so hungry for each other that both had orgasms before they were even completely undressed.

"Oh god yes, oh god, yes! I need it, I need you!" Yvette panted, almost hurting Laura in her haste to get Laura's bra off.

She squeezed one of Laura's breasts in both hands, licking and slurping and sucking and gently biting Laura's nipple, bringing quick, hot moans from Laura instantly.

"God, I missed you!" she panted, sucking Laura's other breast just as hungrily. "I can't stand the thought of anyone else fucking you. When I'm alone, I just burn with jealousy. I think that bitch Barbara Crowley wants to fuck you. I saw her staring at you in the hallway. Oh god, Laura, you're so beautiful. I love your breasts, I love sucking and tasting them."

"Ohhhhh baby, it feels so good!" Laura moaned, pushing her wet breasts into Yvette's mouth. "Do it hard!"

She had another orgasm in about a minute, with Yvette sucking her hard and pumping Laura's pussy with her hand.

"Auuggnnhh! Oh... oh yes! Oh god yes! Unnngghhh!" Laura groaned, coming sharply.

A few moments later she was nearly raping Yvette in the same way, kissing the girl's lovely naked black body everywhere, almost swallowing her big, bursting, swollen nipples. Then she slid between Yvette's beautiful thighs and tongued her pussy until Yvette was convulsed in a violent climax.

Then they fucked by pressing their hot, wet pussies together and grinding themselves into a delirium of wild spasms, something they had not done for a while and that left them, as always, totally dazed and reeling from the aftershocks of such stupendous coming. After this Laura fucked Yvette so quickly and so hard that Yvette nearly had a seizure of coming, a hot, whimpering, hysterical rapture that left her quivering helplessly, her cheeks slick with tears, in Laura's arms.

"I can only stay five more minutes," she wept softly. "I want to stay here all night."

"I know."

They coiled together in a slow, sensual miracle of fucking, their naked bodies blending with friendly familiarity and warm, aching desire, but spiced with just enough longing caused by their separation to make their shared, culminating orgasms exquisitely acute and sharp. They held one another and shuddered through blinding shocks of ecstacy, on the floor beside Laura's sofa. Then Yvette had to get up, get dressed, and leave.

Laura got dressed too. "I'll walk you to the door."

"You don't have to."

"I want to. I think we just set a record for the number of orgasms had by two human beings in such a short space of time, and I think I owe it to you to kiss you goodbye."

"We could do it here."

Laura shook her head. "Front door. Downstairs. I can watch you walk to your car and think of all the things I'm going to do to you next time."

Yvette positively twinkled. "Promise?"

They were at the front door of Laura's building, and Laura had just given Yvette a quick, discreet, but emotional kiss goodbye, when she glanced over Yvette's shoulder and saw Jonelle only about ten feet away, staring at them both in shock.

"Oh god!" she said under her breath.

"What's the matter?" Yvette asked.

"Oh... nothing. See you... tomorrow," Laura smiled, shaken, trying not to draw Yvette into it further. "Bye."

"Bye. Love you, Laura."

Yvette turned and left, and when Laura glanced back she saw that Jonelle was walking away too, in the opposite direction, as fast as she could go. She ran after her, finally catching her near the street corner.

"Jonelle."

Jonelle wouldn't look at her. Laura could see her face was wet with tears. She reached down for Jonelle's hand, but Jonelle yanked it away.

"Jonelle, please."

Finally she turned her face to Laura, her eyes jeweled with tears and red with pain. "You lied," she cried softly. "You said nothing was between you and her."

"I know." Laura began to cry too, in spite of her determination not to. "I didn't want to hurt you."

Jonelle sniffed contemptuously. "Hurt me. Oh, you didn't hurt me."

"I'm sorry," Laura said with deep feeling. "I love you, Jonelle."

"You just been sleeping with her. I can smell it."

Jonelle's wet eyes were fiery with daggers of hate.

"I... I--"

"You can't deny it. I'm sorry I ever let you touch me. You pervert. You don't love me. You love doing it with girls. That's all. Black girls, apparently. Well, this is one little nigger you ain't ever gonna do it with again."

Still glaring with hatred at Laura, she then turned and walked quickly away. This time Laura didn't follow her.

She stood, stunned and quivering with agony, on the sidewalk, watching as Jonelle disappeared down the street. The last time she had felt this way was when Rina had been murdered. She knew she would never see Jonelle again, and she wanted to kill herself.

Walking in shock back to her apartment, she also realized that had not wanted to give up her exquisitely pleasureable moments with Yvette. She loved Jonelle deeply, but what she and Yvette had just done together was so thrilling that Laura couldn't imagine living without it. I want them both, she thought.

But I love Jonelle, she realized. I really do love her, in a way that I don't feel for Yvette. Oh god, Jonelle, why did you show up at that time? You told me you couldn't make it.

She sat down and cried for an hour straight. She was desolate, filled with self-loathing and despair. I'll never see her. I'll never see her, never again! she moaned over and over to herself. But after a while it was impossible to feel any more pain. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled to the bathroom and washed her face.

She thought of having a drink, then decided against it. And almost like an automaton, she picked up the phone. Somehow the number came to her easily from her memory.

"Hello... Barbara?"

"Yes. Hi, Laura. Change your mind?"

"Actually... I--"

"I'll be waiting at the door," Barbara said in a smoky voice, then hung up before Laura could say anything.

As Laura drove to Barbara's apartment, she purposely blotted out of her mind any hint of Jonelle or Yvette. Even though she had had five or six acutely intense orgasms with Yvette about an hour earlier, she could feel her body aching, throbbing, yearning, eager for the kind of fuck-marathon an evening with Barbara promised to be.

I'm going to forget, she told herself. I'm going to forget about it. Nothing will make me remember it. I won't think of her. Barbara will fuck me. Barbara will hurt me, if I drive her to it. Barbara will make me come. She will make me forget. She will make me come so much, I won't do anything but ache. I remember the last time.

When Barbara opened the door, she was wearing a pale yellow lace camisole and cutoffs, and Laura, in spite of her half hour with Yvette, felt flooded with lust. Barbara's small, perfect breasts were clearly visible under the lace, as were the large dark protruding circles of her nipples.

"Did you get dressed up especially for me?" she asked ironically.

Barbara smiled very provocatively. "Yes. You like?"

"I have one just like it," Laura said. "Only pale blue. I know where the snaps are."

Barbara gave her a mock pout. "I was hoping you'd have to search for them."

Now that they were alone with the door closed, where anything could happen, their eyes locked together in a hot, pulsing gaze, each girl was remembering how raw the sex between them had been the last time, how they had fucked until both could barely move. It's what I need, Laura thought. Pure sex. Pure fucking. No emotions, no love, no tenderness.

Somehow Barbara could see what Laura was feeling in her eyes. She extended her arm and caressed Laura's cheek and jaw with her sensual fingers.

"You're depressed, Laura," she murmured. "Did you come to me for comfort?"

Laura brought her mouth close to Barbara's beautifully expressive mouth. "You know what I came here for," she whispered.

Barbara's eyes dropped to Laura's lips. "I know," she whispered back.

They kissed, a surprisingly emotional kiss, a hungry, demanding, but also deeply expressive kiss that shocked Laura somewhat, since she thought they had no feelings for one another but sexual ones.

"Come into my bedroom," Barbara whispered to her, taking her hand.

Laura followed. In Barbara's bedroom, she let Barbara undress her, quivering and sighing excitedly as she felt Barbara's hands and lips on her naked flesh. Barbara cupped both of Laura's breasts in her hands and spent a long time kissing them, avoiding Laura's nipples until Laura was trembling visibly.

"I wish mine were this big," Barbara murmured, squeezing the round upswept globes, making Laura's nipples flare.