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     Laura was in her new office with Deshona, who had come
up to the city for a change to work on their project.  They
had half-closed the door since the sexual magnetism between
them was so great that they didn't want to be seen or heard
by anyone, even though they tried not to flirt or say
anything revealing.  But only a half-wit would have missed
the undercurrent of lust that flowed between them.
     
     Deshona kept gazing, as if lovestruck, deep into
Laura's eyes, instead of looking at the documents they had
spread out on the table next to Laura's desk.  Laura found
it slightly embarrassing, and wildly pleasing at the same
time, because, she guessed, of the sharp contrast between
Deshona's severe aloofness in the past and this almost
adolescent devotion she now displayed.  Gosh, before we
slept together and sort of `fell in love,' Laura thought,
she would have cut me to the quick with those cold black
eyes.  Now, she looks like she wants me to rape her.
     
     "Can we go somewhere for lunch?" Deshona asked softly,
touching Laura's hand.
     
     "I know some good restaurants," Laura said, nervously.
     
     "No, silly.  Somewhere.  Somewhere with a bed."  She
smiled demurely, `blushing' herself.
     
     Laura blushed for real, as always.  "We could go to my-
--"
     
     She was interrupted in mid-sentence by, of all people,
April, who stuck her head in the door.  April's face was
very attractive, and Laura had made her pant and given her
terrific orgasms many times.  The sight of her poking her
head in the door was shocking and exciting, especially after
what had happened between them, both good and bad.
     
     "Laura, can I talk to you for a moment?" April asked.
     
     Laura glanced at Deshona, who looked down.  She got up
from her chair.  "Of course.  Will you excuse me just a
minute, Ms. Reed?"
     
     Deshona nodded.  Laura left the office, drawing April
down the hall.  April would never be thought of as gorgeous,
but she was physically attractive, especially to Laura, who
had tasted the huge, coal-black nipples under her sweater,
and kneaded and kissed that scrumptious, swelling ass under
her modest skirt.  She had missed April.
     
     "I missed you," she confessed in a whisper.
     
     They had last spoken the night Laura had fucked April
in her ass for the first time, Jane had confronted them in
the foyer, and April had hopped out of Laura's car in
Oakland in a surly, jealous huff.  Then, Laura had come to
work to find April transferred by Rhonda.  They had not
spoken since.
     
     April ignored Laura's soft confession, as well as the
plea in Laura's eyes.  I want you, Laura's eyes said.  I
still want you.  But April had been the one to point
out-something even Laura missed-that Deshona had looked at
her `as if she was interested,' even before anything had
developed.  Now, finding the two of them head-to-head in
Laura's office, with the door half-shut, she couldn't
conceal her suspicion.  Her eyes were hard, distant.
     
     "I need you to sign this form," she said.  "It's for my
transfer.  You were my former supervisor, and they have to
get your signature."
     
     Laura wanted to prolong this.  She didn't hurry to sign
the form.  I'm such a terrible slut! she thought, knowing
Rhonda, and probably April, would agree with her.  I'm going
to take Deshona home for lunch, and eat her for lunch too,
and here I am dying to get into April's pants again.  No
wonder she's disgusted with me.
     
     "You know, I had a dream about you, April," she said,
shamelessly.
     
     "Just can it, Laura.  You didn't have no dream."
     
     Laura recoiled, almost physically.  "I love it when
you're mad at me.  You're so . . . passionate.  Maybe you'd
like to . . . hit me, or scratch me, or something."
     
     Laura's pulse was racing.  She could see from April's
eyes that April's was too.  "Sign the goddamn paper, okay?"
April snapped.
     
     Laura took it and signed it, making no attempt to
disguise her disappointment.  "April, I'm sorry about what
happened.  Nothing between us was . . . fake, though.  It
was real."
     
     April smiled curtly.  "It may have been real.  Now it's
over."
     
     She turned and walked away, without so much as a smile.
Laura, feeling more sluttish than ever, caressed the girl's
swaying bottom lustfully with her eyes.  It is a little big,
she thought, recalling what Yvette and Randi and Jane had
said about April's enchanting butt.  She forced herself not
to recall the excitement of screwing April in her ass.
     
     Instead, she took a deep breath and went back to her
office, where Deshona was trying to appear oblivious to it
all.  She sat down, but the tension was palpable.  Deshona
had to be wondering if this was just a routine employee
conversation, or if April was an ex or current lover of
Laura's.  And Laura knew from experience that it was very
hard to hide those signals from a shrewd, and interested,
observer.
     
     Both of them, being professionals, subordinated these
feelings entirely and plunged with doubled energy into the
work at hand.  At noon, Laura looked up.
     
     "Lunch," she said.  "I'll drive.  I know a good place."
     
     Deshona nodded and said nothing.  She had already been
as bold, Laura felt, as she intended to be when, earlier in
the day, she had mentioned a place with a bed.  She and
Laura were leaving her office when Laura, feeling a horrible
and wonderful excitement flare up in the pit of her stomach,
then spread through her entire body, saw Randi smiling at
her from a mutual friend's cubicle.  Oh god, she thought.
Oh shit.
     
     And Randi's hair was again in braids, which Laura
hadn't seen her wearing for months.  They were long braids,
longer than her hair, hanging marvelously around her
shoulders and her neck and down her back.  Extensions, Laura
thought, cattily.  The bitch.  I love her desperately.
     
     And Randi was stunning, so stunning and glowing with
vivacity and sex that Laura almost found herself fumbling
for words and excuses and awkward niceties as she tried to
walk an even line between her new love Deshona and her
earlier, shockingly sexy one, Randi.  Worse, Randi was a
bold, flirtatious girl under any circumstances, and catching
Laura in this uncomfortable position just brought out her
talents.
     
     "Laura . . . how good to see you!" she beamed, tossing
a multitude of thin, sexy braids back over her shoulder with
a coltish tilt of her head.
     
     She grabbed Laura's hands and looked briefly,
appraisingly, at Deshona.  Laura was temporarily speechless,
and fighting to keep from blushing a deep purple, though
pink was already showing.  She realized that she was moving
her mouth without anything coming out.
     
     This helpless confusion only amused Randi, spurring her
into more aggression.  "Aren't you going to introduce me to
your friend?" she asked, with a salacious twist that she and
Laura immediately grasped, and that Laura desperately hoped
eluded Deshona.
     
     Laura made her face into a grim warning.  "This is
Deshona Reed from Decision Analysis down in Burlingame," she
said pointedly to Randi.  "Deshona, Randi Foster."  Then to
Randi: "Deshona and I are working together on the Gorham
Project."
     
     She squinted in controlled hostility at Randi, as if to
say: Back off, darling.  This is all business, and you
better not fuck around in it.  But she could see in Randi's
eyes-God, I know her so well! she thought-that Randi knew in
an instant that Laura and Deshona Reed were fucking.  She
knows me too, Laura thought.
     
     They stared each other down for a moment.  Then Laura,
trying to change the subject, said, "I haven't seen you in
braids for a long time.  They're so beautiful on you."
     
     "They are," Deshona agreed.  "I've tried, but they
never look like that on me.  I'm too short, I guess."
     
     Randi, of course, was tall, long-legged, and stood a
full-head over the petite Deshona Reed, slightly less over
Laura.  She tossed her braids again coltishly.  Laura wanted
to rape her.  How can I be feeling this way with Deshona
standing right here? she wondered.
     
     "Rob wanted me to do it," Randi said, a subtle taunt.
"He saw a picture of me in braids and insisted that I go
back to them."
     
     Laura felt the dagger.  She even felt it twist.  But in
a way, it was accompanied by mild relief.  Her jealousy was
dour and intense, but on the surface she realized that
Deshona was much less likely to be suspicious of Randi if
she thought Randi had a boyfriend.  Rob.  Laura's ex-
boyfriend.  Oh god, he's fucking her, and they've fallen in
love! Laura thought.  I wish I could kill him!
     
     Laura gave her a tight smile and began moving.  "We're
meeting some people for lunch," she said to Randi.  "Got to
run.  Nice to see you."
     
     "Oh Laura . . ." Randi's eyes glinted ambiguously, and
she glanced at Deshona one last time, now letting her own
jealousy show briefly.  "Do give me a call."
     
     Laura hurried Deshona out of the building and to the
parking garage, realizing again how complicated her life had
become with all these current and former lovers milling
about in her company.  And then, there was Rhonda, whom she
didn't relish the thought of seeing again.
     
     Deshona said nothing while Laura drove to her
apartment.  When Laura parked, Deshona looked up at the
building.  "Is this where we're having lunch?"
     
     "It's the only place I know with a bed," Laura said
softly.
     
     A slow smile crept over Deshona's lovely face.  Her
teeth were perfectly even and white, and her mouth was a
paragon of sensuality.  You know, Laura thought, this is a
face that could make you forget Randi.
     
     They went upstairs.  Inside Laura's apartment, she
detected a reserve in Deshona that hadn't shown up until
now.  It's April, and Randi, Laura thought.
     
     They kissed, but Deshona wasn't passionate.  She turned
her head aside, letting Laura's lips brush her smooth cheek.
     
     "I guess I feel a little like the new girl on the
block," she said softly.
     
     "I wish you wouldn't say that," Laura whispered.  "I've
been dying for this moment."
     
     She kissed Deshona's warm, smooth neck.  Deshona
giggled and pulled away.  "Ooohhh, that tickles," she
laughed.
     
     Laura began to unbutton Deshona's business suit jacket.
With a nervous smirk on her face, Deshona watched, then
slipped out of it when it was finally open.  Now Laura began
to unbutton the front of her silk blouse.
     
     "You have something other than lunch in mind," she said
to Laura.
     
     Laura looked up.  She let her eyes flame with sexual
hunger.  "No, I have lunch in mind."
     
     "I think your friend Randi knew we were going somewhere
to do this," Deshona said, as if daring Laura to deny it.
     
     Rather than answer, Laura ignored her and kissed her
neck again, and her ear.  She dug her fingers into Deshona's
back through her blouse.  "I want you."
     
     A small, helpless sigh escaped Deshona's lips,
completely involuntary.  "I want you too."
     
     "I love you."  Laura kissed her ravenously, squeezing
Deshona's hard round breasts through her blouse and bra.
     
     "I . . . love you too," Deshona said, more vulnerable
than Laura had seen her, such a contrast to the hard-edged,
cutting exterior she had so often thrown up before to
people, including Laura.  "There.  I . . . said it."
     
     "The `L' word?"
     
     "Yes."  Deshona smiled.  "Did I say it right?"
     
     Laura drew her down the hall to the bedroom.  Inside,
she unbuttoned the rest of Deshona's silk blouse, carefully
draping it over the back of a chair.  Now Deshona seemed to
awaken too from her trance.  She helped Laura off with her
blouse.
     
     Both knew they actually wanted to be tearing off each
other's clothes.  The sexual tension had been building all
morning, while they were working.  Laura's fingers trembled
as she undid the clasp of Deshona's  beautiful white lace
bra.  She kissed the girl's incredible naked back,
remembering how thrilled she had been to discover how
perfect it was last time, the first time they had made love.
     
     "God, your back is so gorgeous," she murmured, kissing
it everywhere as Deshona's bra straps slid down her arms.
"I just want to touch it and kiss it everywhere."
     
     Deshona turned slowly, smiling.  Her bra slid from her
wrists and dropped between them.  "You mean you don't want
what's in front?" she asked softly.
     
     Laura kissed her, again ravenously.  "I want every inch
of you."
     
     Quickly, they shed the rest of their clothes.  They
kissed again, totally naked now, still standing, their
breasts mashing together, their hands roaming.
     
     "It's good to be wanted," Deshona confessed softly.
"Wanted so much.  I never thought I'd say this to another
woman, but I want you too.  I want your body."
     
     Laura smiled and pulled back the bedcovers.  She drew
Deshona down on the sheets.  "Welcome to lunch," she
breathed.  "I'm your waitress, and I plan to give you
everything.  All you can eat.  Only, I think I'm going to
eat first."
     
     Now that they had made love once-fucked repeatedly
through the afternoon and evening at Deshona's house-they
were more familiar with one another, and Deshona especially
was more relaxed.  She surrendered her lovely body willingly
to Laura, luxuriating in the sensations as Laura kissed and
stroked her phenomenally round and firm breasts.
     
     Panting softly, she watched Laura tongue and pinch and
suck her nipples until they were rubbery and pointing,
erect, the areolas stippled with tiny bumps of excitement..
     
     "You really love boobs, don't you," she marveled,
watching Laura's fascination with hers.  "I haven't even
seen a man who loves boobs more than you do."
     
     Holding them in her hands, teasing Deshona's wet, erect
nipples with the tip of her tongue, Laura looked up at her
from beneath her heavy lids.  "I love yours," she said,
quickly sucking one large areola and hard, pointing, wet
center nub deep into her mouth.
     
     "Ahhnnn!" Deshona gasped.  "Oh god . . . that feels
good!"
     
     "Does it make you wet?" Laura smiled.
     
     "Honey, I'm a river."
     
     "I want to swim in your river," Laura purred, sliding
down her small, very shapely naked body.
     
     Deshona's very beautiful pussy was an open, festering,
inflamed flower of love, glistening with warm juice, the
long, wavy black lips glossy and wet and tangy to Laura's
eager tongue.  She licked it slowly and artistically,
slithering her tongue into the folds, sliding it across
Deshona's swollen clit with infinitely slow tenderness,
making the girl quake and shudder as the waves of sexual
excitement flowed through her writhing body.
     
     I can find her g-spot, Laura suddenly realized,
remembering how the fantastic Kim had said that she went for
it every time.  Deshona was marvelously sensitive, her body
quickly responsive to Laura's every move, her clitoris so
tender that the slightest touch of Laura's tongue had her
quivering and moaning, biting her fist .  How could any man
ever leave this beautiful woman! Laura wondered, totally
magnetized by sexual desire.
     
     On top of that, Deshona was emotionally overcharged.
It wasn't just fucking for her, either.  Betrayed by her
husband, insecure, overly suspicious, especially of white
women (the blonde, Laura remembered), and half-convinced of
her sexual inadequacy, Deshona was overwhelmed by Laura's
love for her as well as Laura's sexual skill.  If Laura
found her secret release point, she would just dissolve in a
helpless frenzy of coming; Laura knew it.  The only drawback
was that she would cry out, and would Jane or Kendra
overhear them.
     
     But it was the middle of the day.  The chance that
either was at home was low, and with Deshona's undulating
naked body right there, Laura's mouth already pressed to her
flowing pussy, there was hardly a chance that Laura could
turn her back on her opportunity.
     
     "Ohhhhnnn . . . Laura, that feels so good!" Deshona
moaned.  "Oh yes!"
     
     "I'm going to make you come, darling," Laura purred.
"Are you ready?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!  Unghhhh!"
     
     "Hold on.  This may be more than you bargained for."
     
     But Deshona was nearly delirious and didn't really hear
her.  She churned her hips frantically as Laura turned up
the heat, swirling her wet, swollen pussy up into Laura's
hungry mouth.  Now for the first time, Laura slid her palms
under the girl's hard little buns and squeezed them as she
sucked Deshona's clit between her lips.  It was purest
heaven for them both, and it took only a few deliberate
sucks to bring on a sharp, jolting orgasm.
     
     "Oh!  Unghh!  Aungghh!  Oh . . . oh Laur---!  Oh god
ungghh!  Aungghhh!" Deshona groaned, coming in shocks,
fierce shocks that seemed to jolt her body each time,
forcing low groans and grunts from deep in her chest.
     
     This, however, was only the beginning.  Laura turned
her over, still lusting for the girl's gorgeous naked back
and exquisitely beautiful ass.  She slid two fingers up into
Deshona's warm, greasy channel, now flooding with fresh
juices, and began to probe the front wall of her vagina with
them, searching for the precise location of Deshona's
trigger.  At the same time, she kissed and sucked the round,
smooth flesh of Deshona's asscheeks, parting them with her
fingers and slithering her tongue deep into the crevice, a
move that had Deshona emitting tight, panicky little squeals
of unbearable excitement.
     
     It did not take Laura very long.  In fact, her
fingertips found the special sensitized area inside the
girl's pussy at the same instant that the tip of her tongue
found Deshona's tiny, pinched-shut rosebud, between her
smooth, firm cheeks.  It was hard to tell which sensation
made Deshona suddenly gasp, clench, and go into convulsions
as a fearsome series of shattering orgasms began to wrench
her lovely body.
     
     At first she was too paralyzed by the shocking force of
her climax to cry out.  Then, face down in the sheets, her
sharp, whinnying cries were muffled by the fabric.  But when
she turned her face, grimacing in a blinding seizure of
ecstacy, to the side, her loud moans filled the room.
     
     "AUUNNGGHOOWNWGGHIIEE!" she cried out, in such loud
wails of excruciating pleasure that Laura was surprised so
much sound could come out of such a small body.
     
     But Laura remembered how loudly Deshona had moaned the
very first time Laura had made her come.  Living in that
house, she thought, enviously.  Not having to worry about
the neighbors hearing.  Now she thought about Kendra and
Jane again, since Deshona moaned so loudly.
     
     "Ohnggggghhhh!  Ohnnggg . . oh god!  Ungghhhiieeee!
Aunnngghiiieee!  Oh Laura!  Aungghiiee!" she groaned, coming
in shockwaves, each orgasm apparently more crushing than the
last.
     
     She burrowed her face in the sheets, her lovely naked
body quivering under the spasms, her peerless naked back
rippling and flexing as Laura kissed it, kneaded it, still
pressing her fingers relentlessly into the secret spot deep
inside Deshona's gushing pussy.  The tendency she had told
Laura about to gush fluid sometimes when she came was
clearly in force here, and Laura's fingers were wet with it.
Each time she came a new spurt soaked the sheets, and Laura,
so aroused by the spectacle of Deshona coming repeatedly,
was not finished with her.
     
     She turned her over again onto her back and began to
fuck her even more aggressively.  This time she assaulted
Deshona's wonderful round breasts with her mouth, straddling
one hard smooth thigh with her legs and pushing her own
throbbing pussy into Deshona's sleek thigh muscle while
continuing to finger the girl's pussy.  She quickly found
the g-spot again, and Deshona, who had slumped into a
temporary dip from her repeated orgasms, again came in two
rapid, convulsive climaxes.
     
     It was a real, passionate, grunting, heated frenzy now,
and Laura was more aggressive, demanding, and relentless
than she had ever been during their first time together.
She fucked and raped Deshona, who had already climaxed five
or six times, until both of them nearly went up in flames in
a final, clenching, groaning, shuddering shared orgasm that
shook them both to the depths.  Their bodies quivered and
slid together, clasping and squeezing and panting and
flexing as the killing spasms wrenched their yearning flesh
and left them drained and depleted, gasping in the
aftershocks, almost unable to move.  On top of that, Deshona
had ejaculated one final, huge gusher during the orgasm she
shared with Laura, and they were both drenched by it.
     
     Finally, they drew reluctantly apart.  Deshona looked
stunned, and Laura felt a tug of worry that she might have
shocked her by the nearly uncontrollable sexual hunger she
had just exhibited.  She didn't realize I'm such a slut and
rapist, Laura thought.
     
     But then Deshona's face broke into a warm,
flabbergasted smile.  She shook her head.  "Laura . . . I
think you've reinvented sex," she said, in a hoarse voice.
     
     "What do you mean?  I didn't scare you, did I?"
     
     "You do it like an army platoon must do it," Deshona
said, shaking her head in disbelief.  "At least I imagine it
would be like that."
     
     Laura was contrite.  "I'm so sorry.  I just . . . love
you, and I love your body so much.  I couldn't help myself."
     
     "I think I told you before, don't apologize for fucking
me like that," Deshona said seriously, putting one hand on
Laura's arm.  "How did you make me come like that?  Over and
over?  Jesus, I thought I was going to die."
     
     "Of happiness, right?" Laura smiled.
     
     "You got it."
     
     "It's your g-spot.  A friend of mine showed me how to
find it."
     
     Deshona shook her head in disbelief.  "I didn't think
it was real.  And look what I did to your bed.  I feel so
guilty."  She pointed to the very large wet spot she had
made with several ejaculations.
     
      "God, I just think it's so exciting you could come
that hard, that you would do that," Laura said, touching it
with her finger.  "Did I make you do that?"
     
       Deshona made a face.  "I'll help you change the
sheets."  She embraced Laura, watching their naked breasts
push together, kissing Laura warmly, deeply.  "I feel so bad
having come about seven or eight times when you only came
once."
     
       "Mmmm, I suppose we could take a few minutes to
correct that," Laura purred, continuing to be very aroused
by Deshona's naked body.
          "Have we got time?"
     
          "It doesn't take me long," Laura smiled.
     
          "I know it doesn't.  Me either, any more it seems.
Not with you . . . doing what you do to me."
     
          "It isn't half of what I want to do to you," Laura
said softly, locking Deshona's black eyes to hers in a
hypnotic gaze.
     
             Deshona pushed her down on her back and began
kissing Laura's body, stroking it.  "You are the sexiest
creature I have ever known," she whispered.  "You are just
The Bomb, as the kids say."
     
          Laura's body responded immediately to each caress.
She was so completely in love that everywhere Deshona's lips
or fingers touched her she seemed to flare up, throbbing and
pulsing from hot need.  By the time Deshona's lips reached
her inflamed pussy, she was keening and twisting, unbearably
aroused.
     
         "You make it so easy for me, Laura," Deshona
whispered, kissing and licking Laura's sensitive vulva,
circling Laura's excited clit with her tongue.
     
          "Oh god . . . yessss!" she moaned, gyrating her
groin into Deshona's lips.
     
          "I love to make you come, Laura."
     
          "Oh!  Suck my pussy, honey!" Laura gasped,
twisting her own aching nipples with her fingers.  "Please!"
     
          Deshona did as she was asked.  Still a tentative
lover, far from the brutal whirlwind of passion that Laura
had become with her only minutes ago, she stroked Laura's
clit softly with her tongue, finally tugging it with her
sensual lips.  But Laura was so overwrought with sexual
tension that this gentle, persistent, tender approach
triggered a mushrooming orgasm in her almost in seconds.
She came like a blooming flower, a slow unfolding of sweet,
throbbing ecstacy that spread through her undulating body in
billowing waves.
     
          Moaning and quivering, she let it pervade her
flesh until it seemed she had never felt such bliss.  And
then it died away almost as easily as it had arrived.  She
blinked and looked up to find Deshona's lips only a inch
from hers. They kissed, long and meaningfully.
     
          "If we don't get back to your office soon, those
people will know what we've been doing," Deshona finally
whispered.
     
          "I know.  I don't want this to end."
     
          "Who said anything about ending?  Get the sheets
and I'll help you change them."
     
          "Only if you put your clothes on first," Laura
teased.
     
          "I told you you were worse than a man," Deshona
flirted.
     
          While they were dressing, and Deshona was
fastening her pearl necklace behind her neck, she idly asked
Laura, "Are all your girlfriends black?"
     
          The question caught Laura totally by surprise.
Feeling herself blush a fierce, deep red, redder than she
had blushed in a long time, she stepped briefly into her
small walk-in closet, just to hide.  Then she got control.
     
          "No . . . not all.  Why do you ask?"
     
          God, did that sound defensive? she wondered.  She
raised one hand to her cheek, still inside the closet, to
see if it still felt hot.  It was only warm, so she stepped
back outside.  Deshona was not even looking at her.  She was
adjusting her hair in the mirror.
     
          "Only those girls at the office, I guess," she
said. "Weren't they . . . you know?"
     
          "Oh, not the first one," Laura over-protested.
"She used to report to me, that's all.  There was nothing
between us."
     
          "And the second one?  The sexy one with the
braids?  I know her type.  Don't tell me you could resist
her."
     
          Caught, Laura looked down at the floor.  "It was
short and sweet," she lied, in
      clipped manner, hoping to cut this short too.
     
          Deshona smiled, her face not at all judgmental.
"Look . . . you had your cutie, I had my jerk.  The guy with
the blonde, remember?  I'm sorry I asked."
     
          "Don't be.  She never meant what you mean to me."
     
          Another lie.  Laura was internally dying of grief
and jealousy over Randi's obvious affair with Rob.
     
          Deshona raised one eyebrow skeptically.  "Let's
change the sheets, okay?  At least I bet she didn't gush
like me."
     
          Walking back to Laura's office, even though they
were both dressed in business suits and looked every inch
the professional women they were, Laura worried that they
exuded sex, some rare, pungent odor that revealed how they
had been shamelessly rutting and panting and joyously coming
in each other's arms for the past hour.  She knew it
couldn't be true, but a glance at Deshona's face showed that
she had to be feeling the same.
     
          Worse, Laura saw Randi peeking at them from an
empty cubicle about fifty yards away from her office door.
And Randi looked jealous.