Chapter 83

Laura wanted to avoid sex with anybody else for about a week after her wild night with Rob and Camille. For one thing, she was exhausted. She knew they must be too. They had fucked like crazed, rutting animals, over and over again, taking each other to the limit, their bodies flailed and scalded by fierce spasm after spasm of sexual rapture. Only a few times, mainly with Karen, had Laura ever exceeded the limits this way. It almost scared her, though the memory of it made her throb excitedly days later.

For another thing, she still had scratch marks on her shoulder, her back, her midriff, and suck-welts around her nipples where Camille had gone overboard. She really wanted them to go away before she slept with anyone else.

Her thoughts ran fleetingly to Sholandra, though she still didn't expect anything there, regardless of The Kiss. But imagine what she would think, Laura thought, examining one purplish hickey next to her left nipple, which was still sore from Camille's teeth.

But even though she tried to avoid it, one person spoiled her plan. Yvette, when she got a heat on for Laura, could not be refused. Laura's attempts to put her off only made her either spitefully jealous or almost suicidal with rejection.

"Really... I'm feeling ill," Laura told her.

"You are not. You're just letting that little lesbian tramp Barbara screw and screw you instead of me."

"Yvette! Please. How could you say that?"

"I know you."

Laura let all her feeling show in her eyes. "You know how I want you."

"Prove it." Then a tear slid down Yvette's cheek. "Laura," she whispered, "I need you."

"Okay," Laura gave in.

They were lying in Laura's bed, after an especially intense fifteen minutes of fucking, when Yvette's long, sinuous, black finger traced the scratches on Laura's shoulder, then stopped at the hickey next to her nipple.

"Barbara do this?" she asked.

"Of course not."

"Rhonda scratched me once. When she was coming. Right here."

She showed Laura her bare, beautiful shoulder, the skin flawlessly smooth and gleaming. Laura ran her finger over it.

"Nothing there now," she whispered.

"You like my skin, don't you," Yvette murmured, eyelids suddenly heavy.

"I love it," Laura said, rubbing her cheek against the fantastic smoothness. "Why do you mention Rhonda? To torment me?"

"Yes. You torment me."

"Do you sleep with her a lot?"

"I don't sleep with her at all. I just let her fuck me once in a while. She even gives me things."

"Maybe I should give you things too. So you'll stop tormenting me."

"If Barbara didn't do this, who did?"

Laura blushed. Some people, especially Yvette, had no sense of what was improper to ask. "Actually," she smiled, "the wife of a friend of mind."

"God, you're terrible," Yvette mocked. "Fucking married women. Like me."

They began to giggle, then tickle one another. But their passion for each other was always so intense that even playing couldn't last for long, without turning into very hot fucking, which it quickly did. Three orgasms later, Yvette had to hurry home, and Laura was left in her rumpled bed, wondering what to have for dinner. I hate that fucking Rhonda Reardon, she thought, as she pulled on a bathrobe. Just the thought of her doing it to Yvette, or even to Barbara, makes me see red.

She knew how hypocritical this was. She, as Yvette would be the first to point out, didn't hesitate to fuck whomever she wanted. But the thought of Rhonda's hands on Yvette's beautiful naked black body made her physically ill. The thought of Rhonda's tongue licking that gorgeous, glossy black, long, sinuous pussy, with its tender pink insides, was enough to make her stomach clench, and tears spring to her eyes. She couldn't believe it, but there it was. That bitch! she thought. That blonde bitch! That horny lesbian cunt!

And worse, Barbara had told her that Rhonda had the hots for Sholandra too. If somehow it turned out that Sholandra preferred Rhonda to Laura, Laura knew she would have a hard time taking it. And, as if to turn the knife in her gut, she actually saw the two of them at work, joking and smiling in the hallway. In fact, Sholandra was flirting with Rhonda the same way she occasionally flirted with Laura, as if to taunt her and tease her. And Rhonda was responding in the way Laura feared she herself did, nervously giggling, her eyes pulsing with obvious lust.

You cunt! Laura swore inwardly at her as she ducked down a stairwell so as not to draw their attention.

Worse, Sholandra had gone out of her way to avoid Laura after The Kiss. Laura knew why, but it didn't make it any easier. Seeing the girl from afar and trying not to stare was very difficult. Sholandra knew Laura was watching, of course, and would do little things to rub salt in the wound.

She might stretch, raising her arms above her head, letting her small jutting breasts push against her blouse, watching Laura's reaction slyly out of the corner of her eye. Or she might bend to adjust the heel of her shoe, letting Laura take in the shapeliness of her calf, and glimpse the underside of her thigh.

I've seen you naked, or almost naked, you gorgeous creature, Laura would think. But I blotted it out, so it wouldn't hurt you. And now you tempt me this way. You shameless, beautiful girl, I want you.

Then, one evening about six, they ran into each other on the elevator to the parking garage.

"Hi, Laura," Sholandra smiled, genuinely friendly for a change, not trying to tease.

She was looking even more shockingly lovely than usual to Laura, wearing one of those wide leather belts, tightly cinched, that emphasized the narrowness of her waist, which only made the rest of her figure more breathtaking. Laura tried not to stare.

"Hi," she said, warmly.

Then they both fell silent, very nervous about how to continue. After all, last time we spoke it was after... The Kiss, Laura thought, satirizing it a little in her mind.

She felt Sholandra's eyes on her as she tried to seem indifferent. "You've been avoiding me," Sholandra said, very quietly, almost so softly it could not be heard, which was not her style at all.

Laura smiled curtly. "On the contrary, it's the other way around."

"Oh really. You said you'd forget what happened in the car."

The pulse beat in Laura's throat. "How could I forget it?" she barely breathed, almost inaudibly.

The door of the elevator opened. They stepped out into the dimly-lit, gasoline-fumey garage.

"I haven't forgot it either," Sholandra murmured, glancing at Laura, not meeting her eyes squarely.

They walked in the same direction. Laura stopped.

"My car's right here," she pointed.

"Could you drive me to mine? I'm... afraid. After that night, you know."

Laura nodded. It was torment being next to the girl, wanting to touch her, knowing the way she felt. "Get in," she said.

Laura drove slowly through the half-dark parking garage to Sholandra's car, a small red sports car. She looked straight ahead, through the windshield, not giving the girl the opportunity for anything, trying to breathe evenly.

"Laura, look at me," Sholandra said.

Laura turned her head. Sholandra leaned close, and Laura almost pulled back. But Sholandra's dark eyes were melting and warm, luminous in the shadows, her sensual lips slightly parted. She moved her head even closer until her lips again met Laura's. This time their mouths curved together and did not come apart.

It was a slow, emotional kiss, but Sholandra seemed in no hurry to end it. Laura was so restrained because of the past that she didn't venture anything and was thrilled when she felt the tip of Sholandra's tongue slip between her teeth. She met it with her own, and soon they were kissing more heatedly, their hands rising to each other's face, caressing.

Finally, they had to stop. Sholandra's eyes were shining. Laura stared deep into them, saying nothing.

"Do you remember the way to my place, or do you want to follow me?" Sholandra whispered.

"I remember."

"Follow me anyway."

Laura drove in a daze. When they both finally pulled up in the parking lot behind Sholandra's apartment building, she realized that she didn't even know how she had got here. Oh god, I don't believe this! she thought.

Inside the apartment, they both threw their coats on the sofa, approaching each other slowly, their eyes locked and smoldering as before. Without speaking, they kissed again, embracing this time, kissing hungrily. Laura kissed Sholandra's beautiful smooth neck, and her ear. Sholandra kissed Laura's throat.

Laura, still without speaking, took Sholandra's shoulders and turned her around. Slowly she began to unbutton the girl's blouse, unfastening the five large buttons, then unclasping the wide leather belt and tossing it onto the sofa with the coats. She began kissing Sholandra's warm, smooth back, the nape of her neck, her shoulder blades, while her fingers unclasped Sholandra's bra.

Sholandra took Laura's hand without speaking either, and drew her toward the bedroom. Laura unbuttoned most of her own blouse on the way. In the bedroom they quickly shed the rest of their clothing and kissed again, naked this time, Sholanda quivering as Laura's hands roamed over her flesh. Neither one had spoken since the kiss in the parking garage.

They lay together on the bed, on top of the bedspread, and Laura scooped up Sholandra's wonderful, hard little breasts in her hands and lowered her mouth to the big bulging nipples. They reminded her of Jonelle's nipples, thick and soft and bulbous and black, though Sholandra's breasts were a little bigger than Jonelle's. Laura took one into her mouth, sucking it gently, then harder.

"Ohhnnnn!" Sholandra moaned softly.

It startled them both since it was the first sound either had made for a long time. Laura was in her element here, finally, and she meant to give Sholandra, who had finally yielded to her own desires, the sexual experience of her lifetime. You won't regret it, darling, she thought as she began making love to Sholandra's breasts and nipples, squeezing and sucking them, nipping and tonguing the ripe, bulging nipples, until Sholandra was moaning continuously.

"Oh god... it feels so good!" she moaned to Laura. "Ohhh... Laura, please!"

"Girl, they're so beautiful," Laura murmured, curling her tongue around one wet, stiff bud, teasing it with her teeth.

"Unnhh! Oh god!"

Sholandra began to squirm. Now Laura slid down her undulating body, kissing her smooth midriff, caressing her phenomenally narrow waist, her swelling hips, kissing the warm skin of her inner thighs, bringing soft, excited whimpers from Sholandra.

The girl's lovely pussy was puckered and very wet. Laura ran the tip of her tongue up and down the glossy black edges of Sholandra's cuntlips.

"Ahh!" Sholandra gasped sharply, digging her fingers into her thighs, her pelvis shuddering excitedly.

Laura started slowly, making love to Sholandra, not just fucking her. She licked and tongue-explored the wet pink cleft of Sholandra's pussy for a long time, patiently avoiding Sholandra's clit, stroking the girl's beautiful buns with her fingers, slowly building the intensity, until Sholandra was quivering uncontrollably, and almost begging for relief.

"Oh! Ohhnnn... oh Laura... unh! Oh... please! Oh Laura, please!"

By the time Laura did touch Sholandra's clit with the tip of her tongue, the girl was primed to explode, and it took only a few strokes for her to come quickly.

"Unghh! Ohnng! Auuggnhhh! Mmmnnggeee!" she cried out, arching her back, pumping spastically with her hips, coming violently.

Her lovely body undulated through several spasms of ectascy, and Laura decided, since she had come so quickly and easily, not to stop now. As soon as Sholandra's spasms waned, and her breathing grew easier, Laura began tonguing her pussy again, and give tiny love-sucks to her clit, until a fresh, clenching orgasm shook her.

"Ohhnggn! Oh god! Oh... shit oh Laura... unhhh! Oh god ahhnnieeee!" she moaned, coming again, grabbing her own beautiful small breasts and twisting them mercilessly in her hands as her body shook with bliss.

This one stunned her more than the first one, and as she was still pliant and panting from its effects, Laura slid up to kiss her. She realized that Sholandra was in a sexual trance, something like what she had seen in Jonelle, and she couldn't resist the temptation to make her come even more. She dropped her mouth to Sholandra's breasts, and her hand back between the girl's yawning thighs.

Her mouth nearly swallowed one plump black nipple, while she slipped two fingers up into the sopping-wet trench of the girl's pussy, scissoring Sholandra's clit between them as they sank in deep. She began fucking and sucking Sholandra more vigorously now, and somehow a slight, violent twitch from the girl alerted her. She had felt the same thing from Yvette.

Could it be? Now she let her fingers inside Sholandra's tight, slippery pussy search the inner walls, until she felt Sholandra twitch again. Yes! she thought.

God, baby, you're going to come so hard! she thought. She rubbed the spot inside Sholandra's pussy sharply with the tip of one finger. Sholandra's body stiffened, and then all the breath seemed to leave her as she erupted in a fierce string of orgasms.

The spasms wrenched her body so wildly that her breast slipped out of Laura's mouth. A tiny, helpless cawing sound came from deep in her throat as wave after wave of rapture struck her. She had about four orgasms in a row, though they all seemed to blend together into one, and Laura could not tell where they began or ended.

They also were so deep and excruciating, apparently, that Sholandra's beautiful face was torn with a mixture of pain and rapture, and she also blacked out briefly toward the end. Laura held her tightly, kissing her cheek, then her forehead, her eyes, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, panting and moaning softly.