Chapter 67

This time the pain lasted for days. Was it really worth it? Laura wondered, as she examined her raw, aching nipples in the mirror, or gently applied soothing lotion to her inflamed, swollen pussy. She knew, from a brief phone conversation, that Karen was experiencing the same thing, and asking the same questions.

And yet, she knew the answer. The orgasms were brief, compared with the lingering pain, and yet even touching her body where Karen had kissed it with the whip made Laura's blood sizzle. Her pulse leaped and surged at the mere memory, and she got wet all over again.

But worse, she began having dreams of Jonelle. Jonelle was watching her being willingly tortured by Karen into screaming, violent, perverted ecstacies. And Jonelle was frowning, disapprovingly. How could you let someone do that to you? Jonelle's eyes were asking her. The same body you let me love. The same body I have kissed and loved and coaxed into orgasms, too? You let her whip you? Are you sick? Don't you really love me?

Laura was so ashamed that she nearly became sick. Even after a week, when her body began to heal and the marks under her breasts began to fade, she couldn't even think of sex. Cecilia flirted with her openly at work, and Yvette sent her suggestive voice mail messages.

"I dreamed of you, Laura. I dreamed I was sitting across from you at lunch, and you crossed your legs, and you weren't wearing any panties. And I looked down, and I wasn't wearing any either. And we were both glistening wet, and staring at each other's pussies. And we were looking into each other's eyes and rubbing our own pussies, and I woke up and came but pushed my face into the pillow so Arthur wouldn't hear me. God, Laura, I want you!"

But even this breathy declaration of need couldn't stir Laura from the horror, fascination, and perverse excitement of her last encounter with Karen. She wanted Yvette too, and Cecilia, but Karen's magic and Jonelle's reproach held sway over her.

Then, as if by fate, she literally ran into Tracy while she was shopping in the Safeway. Tracy was coming down the aisle, a cash drawer cradled in her arm, when Laura, who had been looking at the shelf, ran her shopping cart directly forward, knocking the drawer out of Tracy's hand. Money scattered everywhere.

"Oh my god, oh I'm sorry," Laura said, dropping to her knees with Tracy and picking up coins and bills.

"It's okay," Tracy smiled. "You weren't looking."

"I know. God, I'm sorry."

Together, they picked up everything, which took about five minutes. Laura had a good chance to look closely at Tracy, but tried to do it only by furtive glances, so as not arouse any suspicion. Then, when they were finally finished, she saw Tracy looking oddly at her face.

"Excuse me, but you look very familiar," she said, still smiling, her lovely face open and friendly. "Come here for a minute."

She pulled Laura's sleeve, and drew her up to the magazine racks by the checkstands. She pointed to the picture of a model on the front of Cosmopolitan magazine.

"Is that you?" she asked, looking at Laura again.

"Me?" Laura laughed. "Are you kidding?"

"No," Tracy said, becoming serious. "You look just like her. I remember seeing you in here a few weeks ago, and I said to myself 'I bet that's her.' You're not her?"

"No... no," Laura laughed again, more nervously this time.

Tracy screwed up her face in a very fetching way. "Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to me?"

"No. I wouldn't. You're embarrassing me, too."

Lots of people were looking at them.

"Oh, I guess so. I'm sorry," Tracy said as they walked back to Laura's shopping cart.

But Laura realized that, after days of ignoring sex and sexual invitations from girls she really adored screwing, she was suddenly inflamed with desire for Tracy. The yearning was so powerful that she had to exert strong self-control to keep it from becoming visible.

"I'm very flattered, though," she said, not wanting this encounter to end.

"Maybe you should go into modeling," Tracy said. "You're really gorgeous."

Laura blushed. "So are you," she said softly.

"Me?" Tracy scoffed. "Now look who's joking!"

"I mean it," Laura said, with a straight face.

Suddenly they both became uncomfortable, exchanging compliments so boldly.

"I gotta get back to work," Tracy said suddenly. Then she winked. "Watch where you're going next time."

Laura smiled warmly at her, trying to show through her smile the kind of strong feelings she had. "I will."

She turned and watched Tracy as she walked down the aisle toward the rear part of the store. Laura felt a hot, excited tingling in the pit of her cunt as she watched Tracy disappear between the swinging doors into the produce staging area.

Twenty minutes later, when Laura was leaving with her groceries, she again encountered Tracy, outside the door, having a quick smoke. They smiled at each other. I'd really like to lick your lovely pussy, Laura said with her smile, wondering how much of that would come through.

"Hi," she said. "My name's Laura."

"Tracy," Tracy said, offering her hand, lovely and graceful, with long shapely black fingers.

"I know. I hear them calling you all the time over the intercom. Well, see you next time."

"Yes," Tracy said, her eyes lingering on Laura's, as if she had indeed caught some of the message and was confused by it.

Laura's knees briefly weakened. She was continually amazed over how these lovely girls affected her. Once she got them in bed, she was exuberantly passionate, but beforehand she just felt like an awkward schoolgirl, blushing, inarticulate, shy. In her car she could feel the wetness in her crotch inspired by Tracy.

At home, she barely got inside when the bell rang. She used the speaker to find out who it was.

"Chanitra. And you better be letting me in. If you balling somebody else up there, you better let me in anyway. Ha ha."

Grinning, Laura pushed the buzzer to let her in. Less than a minute later, there was a knock.

"What did you do, run up the stairs?" Laura asked her as she opened the door.

Chanitra gave Laura her best crinkled-nosed, fetching grin. "Don't be flattering yourself, girl," she said. "Some one of your neighbors held the elevator for me. Liked my hair, too. Bet he wanted to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes. Do you like my hair?"

Chanitra often wore her hair in African braids, and this time it was enchanting. They talked about her hair, and how long it took to be braided, and how bored she got, and how painful it was at first.

"It's enchanting," Laura said. "You're like your name now, enchanting Chanitra."

Chanitra smiled, and her big dark eyes teared up briefly.

"Nobody but you would say that to me," she said.

Only now did Laura realize how much she had missed the girl. "I probably haven't seen you for two months," she said, pulling Chanitra into her arms, kissing her heatedly.

Chanitra was very pliant and soft, her lips curving into Laura's, her fingers digging into Laura's flesh as their kiss grew hotter. Laura really devoured the girl's sensual mouth, and Chanitra raised her hands to Laura's breasts, squeezing them through Laura's shirt and bra.

"You turned me into a sex fiend, Laura," she panted softly. "I even dream of these."

Without speaking, Laura drew her down the short hall to the bedroom. She shut the door and turned to find Chanitra already stripping, tossing her blouse aside, wriggling out of her usual skin-tight pants, under which, as usual also, she wore no panties. Now she stood there wearing only a bra, her spectacular bottom naked and delectable, posing for Laura.

"God, you're beautiful, darling," Laura whispered.

"You just want to stick your tongue up my pretty black ass, you lesbian sex fiend," Chanitra giggled.

"I wish I had a picture of you, standing there wearing only a bra, so I could look at it whenever you're not here."

Laura spoke from the heart. Chanitra was ravishing, her beautiful young body still hard and sleek, lean and smooth and deep black, her belly long and flat, her thighs gleaming, her peerless ass upcurved and perfectly round, her waist tiny. She pouted sensually at Laura, knowing it would raise Laura's lust a few notches more.