Chapter 63

Laura felt literally wrung out after two nights in a row of fairly relentless, though wonderful, sex. First the joy of going to bed with Cecilia, who had turned out to be much more eager and a hungrier lover than she had expected. Then the nuclear explosion of fucking with Barbara. Laura's pussy was actually sore from so much fucking.

I've got to get control, she thought. I'm going overboard. It's like I'm a sex maniac or something, always hopping into to bed with one of these wonderful girls. I just see one of them and I tremble. I have to try to be more reserved, less easy.

But she couldn't. One look at Cecilia and her heart would melt, her pussy gush with warm fuck juice. And Cecilia, because of her trouble getting free from Ron, wanted to do what Laura and Yvette had been doing for months: meet at Laura's apartment directly after work for a hot twenty minutes of frantic fucking, just to get it out of their systems.

"You wouldn't even have to take the bus," she said, almost breathlessly to Laura. "I could drive you. I bring my car. We could be there in ten minutes."

Laura's heart pumped wildly. "Okay. I can't do without you, you know."

Cecilia leaned close, whispering quickly. "God, Laura, I want you to fuck me."

Laura squeezed her arm, then left in a hurry, afraid they would be seen, and that her sexual arousal would be too obvious.

But then, at her desk a few minutes later, she got a call from Yvette. "Meet me in John Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," Yvette whispered into the phone.

"I can't. I... have a meeting," Laura stammered.

"Oh shit. I need to see you. Laura... I need you."

"Is it something you can tell me over the phone?"

"I need you." There was a muffled sob. "I need you, all of you. Don't you know what I mean?"

"Yes," Laura said softly. "I know. I... feel that way too."

"Meet me there."

"It's so dangerous."

"He's out of town. His secretary is sick. Can't you get out of your meeting? Play sick?"

"Maybe."

"Please. Laura."

Laura could feel her pussy burbling like an active volcano. First Cecilia, now this. She felt like a nymphomaniac. Maybe I am one, she thought. Except I'm not crazy for cock. Just these sweet, delicious girls.

"I'll be there," she said, so softly that Yvette could barely hear it.

Then she hung up. God, it's so dangerous, she thought. We could be fired. But I want her too.

Briskly walking, like an all-business female executive, she got to the office in two minutes, her heart pounding. Yvette was right: Scheinbaum's secretary's desk was empty. There was no one directly around the area. The furthest other people were fifty or more feet away. Yvette let her in.

"You're going to get us both fired," Laura said, but Yvette's mouth on hers stopped her before she could go on.

It was a scorching, demanding kiss, and Laura kissed back heatedly. When it stopped, they still clung together, kissing each other's neck, cheek, ear, throat.

"I want you, I want you," Yvette murmured over and over.

"It's so dangerous."

"Nobody will know. I want you. Whenever I come over to your place, somebody else is there."

"Oh, Yvette."

"It's true."

Laura burned with shame. The last two times it had been true, first Chanitra, Yvette's own younger sister, then Shawn. Yvette's eyes burned with sex and welled up with tears at the same time, her emotions so complicated that Laura could feel the throbbing pain and scintillating lust vibrating through the girl's body.

"I want you too," she said. "But this is no place for it."

"Yes. I'm going to rape you. And you can't even cry out."

Already Yvette had unbuttoned two buttons of Laura's blouse. Her lips on Laura's neck and shoulders caused the usual fires to ignite in Laura's body, making resistance difficult.

"Ohhhh!" Laura moaned softly. "God, baby, it's so dangerous."

"I told you John fucked me right there on that sofa once, with that high-assed, snooty-puss Jonelle Roberts sitting right outside, and she didn't even know it."

Laura felt a sharp pang at the mention of Jonelle's name. She remembered that Yvette had told her that, and that she had felt jealous at the time. She felt it again.

"Would you let anybody fuck you?" she asked, a shamefully irrelevant question.

"I wouldn't let anybody but you, if you only..." Her voice trailed off.

Laura felt rotten. Yvette right now was more desirable than she had ever been. Laura held her face and kissed her passionately. While they were kissing, Yvette was still unbuttoning Laura's blouse. She pulled it down Laura's arms as their mouths came apart, then unclasped Laura's bra between the cups.

"God, I sometimes dream of your breasts," Yvette said, squeezing Laura's naked breasts with both hands.

"Really?"

"Yes. I dream of sucking them. Once I came, lying there next to Arthur. But he didn't wake up, thank god."

Laura threw her head back as Yvette's mouth dropped to her breasts. She was aware of the danger, but she couldn't deny herself the pleasure. Yvette loved them and sucked and squeezed them passionately, taking Laura's nipples deep into her mouth, pinching them against the roof of her mouth with her tongue in a way that made Laura want to scream with excitement.

But she had to control her wild moans, strangling them into soft whimpers and small, keening sighs. Yvette peppered her breasts and wet nipples with kisses, then sucked them hard again, pulling Laura over to the leather sofa at the same time, pulling her down on it.

"Oh god, honey, it's so dangerous," Laura whimpered, panting excitedly, her cunt flooding with warm juice.

"It's not... it's not," Yvette panted too. "Nobody knows."

She tugged Laura's skirt off and pulled Laura's panties down her legs. Laura spread her thighs and bit her own wrist to fight back the moans as she felt Yvette's mouth on her wet pussy.

"Ohhh... I love your pussy, I love your beautiful pussy," Yvette murmured as she began tonguing and sucking Laura's aching, oozing slit passionately.

Laura felt her whole body fill with honeyfire. Yvette knew how to make love to her pussy, and she did it lovingly, in no hurry even though they were both in terrible danger, doing it like this in someone's office, with the door not even locked, since neither had the key. But each second made it less important to Laura, as she squirmed, and mewled softly, delirious with sexual pleasure.