Chapter 89

Laura's own period came a day after this vigorous evening with Karen, and so she wound up getting a little needed rest. Sholandra was still very attentive, though not too demanding, to Laura's great relief. But on the last day of her period, something awful happened.

She ran into Yvette and Rhonda Reardon on the elevator to the parking garage, after work. Actually, she didn't even know they were there, since the elevator was full of people. She only saw them in the rear as it emptied. They were looking at each other as if they could hardly wait to be alone and fuck their brains out. Laura was shocked to realize that she was devastated by it. Her mouth went dry, and her pulse hammered in her throat. She realized she was short of breath. A hot ember burned in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh... uh, hi Laura," Yvette said, very nervous and embarrassed, as they too noticed her.

Laura smiled wanly. "Hi."

"Have you met Rhonda?"

"We've met." Laura nodded at Rhonda.

Their eyes met, and Laura felt as if a snake had crawled out of Rhonda's and jumped down into her. She turned her own eyes to Yvette, who was stunning, as usual, dressed in a fetching pale peach business suit that emphasized her very black and very smooth skin, and her perfect long legs. Why doesn't everyone want to fuck her the way I want to? Laura wondered.

But then she glanced again at Rhonda. Well, she does, Laura thought. The cunt. At least she has good taste.

Everyone was very ill at ease. Yvette's eyes seemed to appeal to Laura. Rescue me, I'd rather be with you, I love you, I want you instead, Laura! her eyes said. But also, This is what you get, I'm going to let her do everything to me, Don't you wish you had the power to stop this? Yvette was very bright and complicated, certainly capable of sending more than one message to someone who knew her as well as Laura did.

The pain must have been showing in Laura's eyes. Rhonda Reardon smiled sadistically.

"Yvette and I are having a 'working dinner' at my place," she said to Laura, with a coyly sweet, totally mendacious smile.

She let Laura draw her own conclusions about what kind of 'work' they would be doing. Yvette's eyes, however, were throbbing with desire, and not for Rhonda either. She was looking soulfully at Laura.

Laura gave them both a tight smile. "Don't work too late," she said softly. "Yvette needs her beauty rest."

This remark fell with a dull thud just as the elevator doors opened. Laura turned away from them toward her car. Then, unable to stop herself, she turned and watched them as they walked away. When they reached Rhonda's car, Yvette glanced back and caught Laura's eye just as Laura turned away.

Oh god, Yvette, how can you? How can you? Laura thought, biting down on her own hot jealousy and bitter resentment. But she sucked back her anguish and walked to her own car, realizing that she was on the verge of tears.

She drove home in a wooden state, wondering how she had got there when she arrived. She sat in her apartment, trying to watch TV but unable to see anything but Rhonda Reardon peeling off Yvette's clothes and pressing her lips to Yvette's marvelous black skin and beautiful body. She could see Rhonda's long pink tongue slithering up into the shiny black lips of Yvette's exquisite long parabola of a pussy, and even hear Yvette's soft whimpering.

God, I'm wet! she realized, wondering if she was still bleeding. It's either that, or I'm imagining that bitch fucking Yvette and getting wet myself. It's sickening!

In the bathroom she checked and found that she had finished bleeding. She knew where the wetness had come from. They must be fucking right now, she realized. The pain was very great. She wondered if she had ever experienced such hot, blinding, searing jealousy. She knew she had often ignored the strength of her feelings for Yvette, maybe because Yvette was so volatile, so demanding, so jealous herself of Laura's other lovers. But she knew that her feelings for the girl were as deep as those for Sholandra.

And now I know just how she felt when she saw me with somebody else. It's really a cutting pain. Laura could feel tears actually streaming down her cheeks as she imagined Rhonda and Yvette fucking.

Her crying was interrupted by the phone. She tried to control herself.

"Yes?" she answered.

"Laura?"

"Yv... Yvette?"

"Laura... you sound so different. Have you been... crying?"

"Who, me?" Laura laughed softly.

"Look, I'm about a block away from there. Can I come over?"

"I thought you were spending the evening with Rhonda."

"I left her. I couldn't stand it. The look in your eyes."

"Yes. Please come over. But... I've got my period."

"Oh, you know I don't care about that. We can talk."

"You do too care about that."

"Can I come over?"

"I told you yes. Hurry."

"Okay."

Yvette took less than five minutes to get there. Laura let her in, but they were both too uncomfortable and embarrassed to kiss. Laura's eyes were still red, and she sniffled a little. Yvette looked worried. She reached out one long, tapered black finger and ran it down Laura's cheek, a caress of infinite tenderness, a quality Yvette showed seldom.

Laura smiled. "You shouldn't have made her mad," she murmured. "She has influence."

Yvette's eyes had gone a little glassy. Laura recognized the look. Yvette was overcome by sexual desire. First getting heated up by Rhonda, then spurning her and coming over to Laura, all that had aroused her wildly. Both of them wanted her fiercely. How could she not feel excited? Laura realized.

Quickly Yvette came back into focus. "I'm not worried about her. She wants this little black pussy so much, she'll do anything for it."

"She must know you came over here."

"So what if she does. She doesn't own me. I ain't no slave."

Yvette, who never lapsed into slang, was recklessly sharp, her eyes glowing. She was shockingly alluring to Laura at that moment. God, if I were a man I'd rape her, Laura realized.

"I... want you... very much," she swallowed, whispering hoarsely, overcome by desire herself.

"Why don't we take a bath together?" Yvette smiled. "If you've still got your period, that would be real clean, you know?"

"I've really almost stopped," Laura said, hypnotized with lust. "I didn't want you this much even the first time."

Yvette came into her arms, and they kissed tentatively. "You just want me because you thought she was having me instead of you," she said, taunting Laura.

"Not true." Laura kissed her ear, her long black neck. "But it did hurt to think of her..."

Yvette grinned mischievously. "To think of her what? Sticking her tongue up my hot little black pussy, that you want so bad yourself?"

Laura nodded. "To think of you with her at all... made me physically sick."

"Oh Laura."

Now they kissed heatedly, trying to swallow each other.

"I think the bath idea sounds great," Laura whispered into her marvelous black ear.

"Tell you what," Yvette said. "You get two glasses of wine, and I'll start the water."

"Okay," Laura said, her heart racing.

She couldn't stop herself from remembering how she and Sholandra had fucked in the shower, only about a week ago, a supremely wild and exciting moment. She could still hear their intermingled screams of ecstacy bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. And now she could hear Yvette drawing the bathwater down the hall.

Ashamed of thinking of anyone else but Yvette, she took the wine glasses with her to the bathroom but nearly dropped them when she went through the door. Yvette was already in the bath. Laura stopped, paralyzed by desire, her eyes caressing every delectable inch of the beautiful girl.

Only Cecilia was blacker than Yvette. The water made her shiny, and Laura scrutinized every inch of her flesh, as if seeing her naked for the first time. She was more beautiful than ever.

Yvette smiled. "You're staaaaring. It's making me nerrrrvous."

Silently, Laura handed her a glass of wine. Then she sat her own on the sink and began to undress, very conscious of Yvette's eyes on her body.

"You're very beautiful, Laura," Yvette said softly.

"Oh, be quiet," Laura said, finally getting into the warm bath and grabbing her glass too. "Here's to us."

They clinked glasses, linked arms, and drank. Then Laura took both glasses and placed them on the sink beside the bath. They were face to face, but both had very long legs, which stuck up between them.

"We need a bigger tub," Yvette pouted.

Laura placed both of her hands on Yvette's wet, naked breasts. But Yvette took Laura's hands in her own and put them back away.

"No," she shook her head. "Don't jump the gun. This is special. We have to wash each other first, not just start fucking like two animals."

Laura smiled. "Turn and let me wash your incredible back, then."

"Okay."

With some difficulty and a little splashing, Yvette turned. Laura began lovingly spreading white bubbly lather over her long, sinuous, water-shiny back, letting her fingers slide across the glistening, firm flesh.

"So tell me," she murmured. "Where is Stacey? Where is Arthur? How do you have the time to luxuriate in a decadent bath with your wicked lesbian lover?"

Yvette gave a low, throaty giggle. "Stacey is with my mom. Arthur is in Tokyo. Do you think I'd do this if he could find out?"

"Mmmmm," Laura said, kissing Yvette's beautiful wet back, massaging her shoulderblades. "Does that mean you can stay and stay until we both collapse of exhaustion?"

Yvette grinned over her shoulder. "I am a mother," she whispered. "I can't be a full-time pervert like you."

"Oooohhh, so mean!" Laura said, letting her soapy hands slip under Yvette's armpits and cup Yvette's breasts.

Yvette turned her head and they began kissing, but it was uncomfortable. Still kissing, they twisted their bodies until they were nearly face to face again, and their kiss grew more passionate and urgent.

"Oh, you're still all soapy," Laura panted, kissing Yvette's naked body anyway, through the suds.

She cupped her palms and poured water all over Yvette's shiny skin, following the rivulets of water with her lips. They twisted and splashed some more, until Yvette was lying back against the tiled wall, her long legs propped over the edge of the tub, dripping on the mat, while Laura's tongue ran all over her exquisite small breasts and nipples, licking the water drops.

"Oh god... oh god, Laura..." Yvette panted, watching Laura suck her big, bursting, shiny black nipples.

Again they twisted and splashed, trying to reach a more comfortable position in the cramped bathtub.

"We need a bigger tub," Laura giggled. "I want to kiss every inch of you, including your pussy."

"It's under water," Yvette giggled back. "You have to hold your breath."

"Maybe we should get out. On the bed..."

"No, not yet," Yvette said. "This is perfect. Just do this."

She maneuvered their legs so that they interlocked. Then Laura felt her hand against her pussy. Yvette slipped two fingers inside.

"Unnhhh!" Laura gasped, her eyes rolling up.

"Is it sore?"

"No. It wants to be fucked by you."

"Put your hand on mine like this."

Laura did, but felt her stomach curling inside. Did she learn to do this with Rhonda? she thought. She rubbed Yvette's long, wonderful pussy, which felt strangely rubbery under the water. But it wasn't hard to get into a sympathetic rhythm. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes and rubbed one another gently, kissing, teasing with their tongues, each one running her free hand over the other's wet breasts.

Yvette's mouth slid down Laura's wet shoulder to Laura's breasts. "I dream of these," she whispered, kissing Laura's tingling nipples, then sucking them lovingly.

Their hands under water began moving more rapidly. Laura didn't realize how horny she was until now. Yvette's mouth on her nipples drove her crazy, and Yvette's hand on her pussy made her deliriously excited. Her body burned and quivered, and soft, hysterical whimpers came from deep in her throat.

"Oh god... oh god, honey!" she gasped, unable to control her fierce lust. "Oh god... I'm going to come... already!"

"Oh no, you're not," Yvette murmured against her lips. "Not so fast. I'm going to torment you, make you wait. I want to fuck you for a long time before you come."

"Oh!" Laura gasped, feeling like she might come any second.

But Yvette slowed down her hand, and kissed Laura's neck instead of her nipples. "Slow down... slow down," she whispered.

"Oh god!" Laura whimpered, her hips churning under the water.

With her own fingers she could feel Yvette's buttery fluids increasing, mixing with the bathwater, and knew Yvette too was getting very aroused. They kissed again, but both were so excited that they knew they couldn't wait. Laura embraced Yvette with her free arm and crushed Yvette's wet, slippery body to her own, feeling Yvette's arm encircle her too.

"Oh baby, come with me," she gasped uncontrollably into Yvette's marvelous black ear.

"Unnghh! Laura... oh!" Yvette panted. "God I love you. Oh... I'm going to come!"

"Unh... unh!"

The water in the tub splashed violently as they pumped and probed each other more and more rapidly, kissing frantically, biting each other's neck, moaning, mewling. Their wet, slippery bodies rubbed together, their hard wet nipples like large pebbles against their flesh.

Laura was the first to come, pressing her face into Yvette's neck and biting down on her screams as the delicious spasms ripped through her body.

"Ohnngg! Ummggnniieeee!" she cried out, feeling the hot bombs explode inside her pussy, deep inside her belly, the heat spreading out through her flesh.

Yvette came only a second later. She stiffened, grabbing Laura fiercely, then exploding in helpless cries.

"Auugnhh! Oh Jesus... unngghhmnnggeee!" she moaned, her body surging and twisting as the sharp shocks gripped her.

The thrill of Yvette's wet, quivering body pressed against her, and Yvette's uncontrollable cries echoing off the bathroom walls, made Laura come again, a surprising uprush of hot coming that had her shuddering through three more waves of ecstacy.

Finally they lay damp and whimpering against each other, smiling, overcome by a warm bloom of tenderness, kissing and peeling their wet hair away from their cheeks and foreheads. Then they got out of the tub and dried each other off with two downy fresh towels Laura had laid out for the occasion. This led quickly to more caresses, since neither could keep her hands off the other.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Yvette moaned, as Laura nearly swallowed one of her small, exquisitely-shaped breasts.

"I want you on the bed," Laura panted.

"Yes!"

The orgasms they had just shared in the bathtub seemed not even to have happened as they stumbled down the hallway to Laura's bedroom. Laura ripped off the bedcoverings, pulling Yvette down with her on the white sheet, running her hands and mouth all over the girl's smooth, satin skin, so deliciously dark against the sheet.

Incredibly, their desire was even more urgent now than in the bath, and Laura nearly devoured the writhing, whimpering Yvette in a hot mania of lust. She caressed and explored every inch of the girl's squirming, twisting naked body, sucking Yvette's thick, gleaming nipples, and tonguing her pussy until Yvette was coming exultantly, moaning and shuddering through two more sharp orgasms.

Still groggy from them, she rolled Laura onto her back and returned the favor. Their familiarity now made fucking easy and relaxed, but also very skilled and sensitive, since each knew the other's secret vulnerabilities and hair-triggers. Yvette too kissed and licked Laura's pussy until Laura exploded with coming, a rich, almost volcanic orgasm that left her panting and slack with bliss.

"You know, it's really a good thing you have Arthur and Stacey," Laura murmured to her as they embraced after she had regained her senses. "Otherwise we might fuck each other to death like this."