Chapter 62

For Laura, work life was becoming more complicated. She now had running sexual affairs with Karen, Yvette, Barbara, and Cecilia, all of whom worked in the same place with her. Karen worked in another part of the company, and they rarely ran into each other. But the other three she saw almost daily, and the opportunity was ripe for jealousies and misunderstandings galore.

The point became clearer to her when Barbara glimpsed her leaning over Cecilia's desk, whispering to Cecilia, her lips only an inch from Cecilia's fantastic smooth black cheek. She had, of course, been telling Cecilia how much she dreamed of fucking her again, and Barbara, of course, knew it, just from watching them.

In the hallway minutes later she stopped Laura.

"You really got into her pants, didn't you, you slut," she grinned at Laura. "You stuck your tongue into that sweet little black jigaboo's pussy."

"The way you talk," Laura scowled.

"Sorry. That beautiful girl. She is a beautiful girl. Was it good?"

"What do you think."

"I think you lost your head, girl. I think she put a spell on you. I think you need a little raw rubbing with me to break the spell." Barbara's eyes smoked. Laura could feel her own body throbbing in response. "How about tonight?"

"God, Barbara, you're so bad."

"I'm right, too."

"Maybe so."

"Seven o'clock? We might need a long time," she said, suggestively.

Laura nodded, and they parted, not wishing to call attention to themselves.

All day Laura wondered why she had agreed. Her thoughts were almost constantly on Cecilia. Sometimes she felt she would die if she couldn't hold the girl's wonderful naked body again soon. And Cecilia seemed to feel the same way. They were both lovestruck, mooning after each other, so much so that Laura purposely kept away from her most of the time for fear of being seen by everyone as too obviously in love.

But Cecilia was, of course, still engaged to Ron. She still wore the ring. And she still had to spend time with him. This evening, for example. She couldn't get away, she explained mournfully to Laura. And Laura knew Ron would be fucking her, and this made her stomach curdle with acid.

And so, when Barbara beckoned, especially since Laura knew from past experience that Barbara wasn't exactly a timid or restrained bed partner, to put it mildly, she accepted quickly. She would not think of Ron fucking Cecilia if Barbara were making her climb the walls. Or blindfolding her and encasing her in rope and trying to fuck her to death, she thought, remembering the last time.

So, by the time a smiling Barbara opened the door to let her in at seven o'clock, Laura was wet and almost trembling with anticipation. The fact that she had climaxed almost twenty times the previous evening with Cecilia seemed to be ancient history. She was so horny for Barbara that the sight of the lovely girl in cutoffs and a loose-fitting tee-shirt that clearly showed her hard little breasts off was enough to make Laura's breath accelerate.

"My my, don't you look good enough to eat," she said to Barbara.

"I hope you mean it," Barbara grinned, making a big show out of fastening the deadbolt lock shut. "I know I'm not as pretty as that cute little jig you been licking."

"Don't underestimate your appeal," Laura said, coming close, then grabbing Barbara and kissing her hard.

Barbara kissed back. "I think I know some things she don't know," she said into Laura's teeth, unfastening one button on Laura's blouse.

"Several things."

Laura got her hands under the tee-shirt, on the warm smooth skin of Barbara's phenomenally slender waist, then slid them up the girl's body and filled her hands with Barbara's naked breasts, squeezing them excitedly.

"You want to go in the bedroom, or do it right here on the carpet?" Barbara asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Mmmm, I know we'll get to the bedroom sooner or later," Laura said, pulling the tee-shirt up. "You know what I want."

She dropped her mouth to Barbara's exquisite breasts. They were even more perfect than she remembered, with popping, shiny black nipples that she sucked hard, bringing soft yelps and moans from Barbara. Then Barbara put her hands in the air and Laura slid the tee-shirt up over her head and flung it across the room.

"Baby, I forgot how beautiful they are," she said, cupping Barbara's breasts in her hands again and lowering her mouth once more to the girl's large nipples, still wet with Laura's saliva.

"Oh! Yes... ohhnnnnn Laura yes oh god suck them hard!" Barbara panted.

"God, honey, I'm boiling over for you."

Laura had forgotten the raw, intense desire they generated in each other. Barbara forced her to stand up long enough to strip off Laura's blouse too, and her bra. They half-staggered, half-drug each other over to the sofa and sank onto it, kissing urgently, roughly, their hands all over the upper, naked part of each other.

Barbara's lips and hands found Laura's breasts too, and she started gently but quickly was mauling them with passion, making Laura keen and whimper uncontrollably. Frantically they both pulled off the rest of their clothes. They coiled together naked on the sofa, totally at home with each other and the needs and capabilities of their two bodies.

"I don't know why we don't do this every week," Barbara gasped. "It's so good."

"I don't either," Laura confessed, her hand finding the warm, wet crevice of Barbara's pussy.

"Oh!" Barbara gasped again. "Yes! Ungghh!"

And Laura began fucking her hard and fast. She was already more or less on top, and she pushed Barbara down into the sofa cushions, swallowing the girl's ravishing breasts and rubbing Barbara's clit hard. Barbara came in under a minute.

"Auuggnhh! Oh!" she cried out, pushing her contorted face into Laura's shoulder. "Ungghh! Oh god... yes! Unh! Unh! Oh god oh shit! Unngghh!"

"God, honey, you come so fast, you don't even give me time to have fun," Laura said, kissing her sensual mouth hungrily.

"You get to have fun now, that's why," Barbara grinned.

They turned so that they were on their sides again, and Barbara began teasing Laura's sensitive nipples with her tongue until Laura was squirming heatedly. Then, quickly, Barbara slid down between Laura's legs.

"Ahhh!" Laura gasped sharply as she felt Barbara's mouth touch her wet, throbbing pussy.

Cecilia was of course a charming amateur compared to Barbara, whose clever, skilled manipulations had Laura on edge in seconds, quivering and churning her hips frantically, and whimpering just short of desperation.

"Oh god I'm going to come," she whimpered almost to herself, feeling a huge explosion well up inside her body, then burst.

"Oh good, baby, good," Barbara panted, just as Laura spilled over in a flood of coming.

"Auungghhh! Ungghh! Oh! Barbar... unghh! Oh god!" she cried out, churning and coming wildly as Barbara licked her tingling pussy.

When it was over, they cuddled, giggling softly, completely relaxed with one another, though Laura knew rougher stuff was coming. Neither of them would be able to avoid the temptation. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom and get serious?" Barbara finally said.

"Mmmmm," Laura said. "Only if you promise to do me with that fantastic little ball that has all the prickles all over it, like you did last time."

"You liked that, did you?" Barbara grinned. "I've had friends who threatened to have me arrested when they saw that."

"God, it makes me hot just talking about it," Laura said.

"Me too."

"But you should let me do you too. God, I love your ass. You have such a beautiful bottom."

"Mmmm, so beautiful you want to shove a vibrator in it," Barbara grinned.

Instead of replying, Laura kissed her and squeezed her firm round asscheeks with both hands.

"But I want to fuck you in the ass with my tongue first."

An involuntary shiver gripped Barbara, and her dark eyes sparkled. "I told you you were the best," she said under her breath. "I never met anybody who could fuck like you, Laura."

But in the bedroom, on the bed naked together, they couldn't stay off each other long enough to carry out anything kinky. One quick orgasm was not enough for them, and they began fucking heatedly, without delay. They were all over each other, as if the episode on the sofa hadn't even happened.

Each brought the other to three more orgasms before they paused. Being in bed with Barbara was so relaxed, so natural, Laura realized, with none of the excessive emotion that encumbered her other relationships, even with Karen. Karen had been her first, as she had been Karen's, and on top of the perversions they shared was an overlay of emotional attachment neither could suppress.

But even the rough stuff with Barbara was different. She and Barbara, though they liked one another, were chiefly interested in exuberant, hot, repeated sex, not pain, and so their occasional dips into perversion were only done to provide more devastating orgasms for each other, not for pure pain itself.

"Have you ever used a whip?" Laura asked her, as they lay together still throbbing with the afterglow of their last explosion.