Chapter 208
     
     
     It was almost two weeks since Randi had shredded
Laura's back with her fingernails in the middle of a
searing, sexually-charged catfight that had erupted into
hours of some of the most thrilling fucking Laura had ever
experienced.  Meanwhile, as she healed, Deshona Reed had
been calling her nearly every day.  Laura had lied and
prevaricated, all the while longing as desperately to see
Deshona as Deshona was to see her.
     
     But even though she was genuinely, authentically in
love with Deshona, since she had seen her last Laura had
fucked with Randi, Earlene, Tiffany, Sholandra and Danny,
and Kendra.  And before she would see her again Tiffany
called, wanting to have another booty contest, and she spent
a devastatingly exciting afternoon-after school-fucking with
Mavis, her darling teenager with the `fuck-me' eyes.
     
     When she called Deshona that evening, finally ready to
see her again, her back healed completely, Deshona was
strangely distant and cold.
     
     "I need to see you," Laura said.  "God, I've missed
you.  When can I see you?"
     
     Silence.  Then painful silence.  "Oh . . . maybe
Friday," Deshona finally said, very remote.
     
     Laura tried not to panic.  "What's the matter?"
     
     Silence.  "Nothing."
     
     This was Tuesday.  Waiting until Friday was
unendurable.  They had already waited nearly two weeks.
"Deshona, I have to see you.  I . . . love you."
     
     "Maybe we better give the `L' word a rest for a while."
     
     "Something is wrong."
     
     "No," Deshona said, airily.  "Call me Friday.  We'll
see."
     
     "Don't hang up!" Laura said, now beginning to panic.
She calmed herself, her voice.  "Please don't hang up."
     
     "I wasn't."
     
     "You're so distant . . . so cold."
     
     "That's what you liked about me, wasn't it?  The
challenge?"
     
     Oh god, Laura thought.  She's pulling away.  She's
suspicious, jealous.  "I love you," she repeated.  "It has
nothing to do with a challenge.  I'm dying to see you . . .
to-"
     
     "Don't go on," Deshona interrupted.
     
     "Deshona, what's the matter?" Laura almost whined,
hating herself both for whining and for giving Deshona cause
for suspicion.
     
     "Are you sure you weren't seeing . . . some other
people during the past week or so?" Deshona asked calmly,
with almost eerie coolness, like a clever prosecutor.
     
     Laura had to compose herself in order not to protest
too much and thereby seem guilty.  She swallowed.  "No one.
I've been dying for you the whole time."
     
     More silence.  Again, painful silence.  "I see."
     
     "I want to drive down and see you right now," Laura
said.
     
     "Oh no, don't do that."
     
     "Why?  Is there someone else there?"
     
     Deshona giggled softly.  "Actually, there is."
     
     Laura's heart sank.  Her stomach churned with what felt
like battery acid.
     
     "I got a dog," Deshona laughed softly.  "You better not
come.  She's very jealous."
     
     "Just like you," Laura said.  "I'm coming."
     
     "No, don't.  I don't want you to.  I'll let you go now.
Call me Friday.  Or maybe Saturday.  Bye, Laura."
     
     Laura couldn't recall when she had last been so
agitated.  Her mind seemed a total blur as she drove to
Burlingame, finding the way up into the hills where
Deshona's house was as if by instinct or unconscious memory.
She parked outside and called Deshona on her cellular phone.
     
     "Laura?"  Still distant, suspicious, aloof.
     
     "I'm outside your house," Laura said.  "In fact, if you
look out the window, you can probably see my car."
     
     "You shouldn't have come.  I don't want to see you.
Tonight," Deshona added as an afterthought.
     
     "Please.  Please just talk to me.  I can explain
everything.  Just let me."
     
     Laura wondered if that were the wrong thing to say.
Did it now sound like there was something that needed
explaining?  As she had all evening, Deshona was not
responding.  There was total silence on the line.  Laura
could not even hear her breathing.
     
     "I'm going to come up the steps and ring the bell,"
Laura said.  "Please let me in.  Please."
     
     "Don't, Laura-"
     
     But this time Laura cut her off first, shutting off the
phone and getting out of the car.  She realized her hand was
trembling as she touched the car door handle.  Get control
of yourself, she thought.  Be calm.  If you believe it
yourself, you can be convincing to her.  I never slept with
anyone since we were last together.  No one.  Just you.  I
love you.
     
     She took a few deep breaths as she climbed the steps
and pushed the door bell.  Inside there was the muffled
sound of a large dog barking.  After an eternity, Deshona
Reed opened the door.  There was no expression on her face,
which was as cold and impassive as Laura remembered it being
for so long before the ice had thawed.  The freeze was back.
She didn't open the door widely either.
     
     Laura was very submissive and placatory.  She realized
that unspilled tears were shining in her eyes.  "Can I come
in for a minute . . . only a minute?"
     
     The dog growled and snuffled uncomfortably at Deshona's
feet.  It was a huge dog, a Rotweiler.  She saw Laura's eyes
looking at the dog.  This softened her a little, and she
opened the door wider.
     
     "She won't hurt you.  It's Molly, my new dog.  Say
hello to Laura, Molly."
     
     Laura gave them both a tight smile.  "Can I come in?"
     
     Deshona shrugged, a shockingly unconcerned kind of
shrug that made Laura feel pain in the very middle of her
body, in her heart, in her stomach, in her brain.  "You came
all that way . . ." Deshona muttered, standing back to let
her in.
     
     It was a warm night, and Deshona was wearing shorts.
Like Sholandra, she wasn't tall but had spectacular,
beautifully shaped legs.  She was darker than Sholandra too,
and the smooth black skin of her legs shone in the soft
interior light.  Instead of the loose sweatshirt she had
worn in the past, she was now wearing a white man's dress
shirt unbuttoned down to the cleavage between her
magnificent breasts, which swayed under it when she walked.
     
     Knowing that she herself was under suspicion of being a
sex maniac and two-timing lesbian who especially loved black
women (all true, she thought with chagrin), Laura tried not
to look too hungrily at Deshona.  But the woman was so
beautiful and fetching that Laura knew only a dead person
wouldn't notice.
     
     "You look . . . very beautiful," Laura said softly.
     
     Deshona looked bored.  "Thank you."
     
     She made no move to ask Laura to sit, or to offer her
anything.  She just stared at her, seemingly without
interest, waiting for Laura to speak.  Laura was desperately
uncomfortable, wanting Deshona, and wanting to break through
the ice barrier, and feeling guilty for all the things she
could not admit.
     
     Laura felt a big tear sliding down one cheek.  She
hadn't known she was actually crying until now.  She did
know from experience that she had the ability to pull off a
cheap manipulation with the best of them, and she hoped she
wasn't doing it and yet hoped it would succeed.  The tear
slid down to her chin, where it tickled.  She wiped it away.
     
     "Don't cry, Laura," Deshona said softly.
     
     Laura sucked it back.  "I won't," she said,
courageously.
     
     "Come on in here.  I'll get us a glass of wine,"
Deshona said, reluctantly giving in.
     
     "You don't have to."
     
     "Oh?  You want me to let you go back out and drive all
the way back to San Francisco feeling like that?  I told you
not to come."
     
     "I had to."
     
     Deshona poured each of them a glass of red wine in an
expensive crystal goblet.  She smirked at Laura as she
offered her glass for a toast.  "How's your friend with the
braids?"
     
     Laura returned the same tight smile she had given her
at the front door.  "Haven't seen her since you and I talked
to her," she said with a straight face, taking a sip.  "Is
she the reason you're being so cold to me?  I told you it
was over."
     
     "Over isn't always over," Deshona said, turning away,
betraying the pain she felt for the first time.
     
     Laura hated herself for what she heard coming out of
her mouth.  "Maybe you aren't over the guy who ran off with
the blonde."
     
     Now Deshona's eyes blurred briefly as she turned her
face back to Laura.  "I am."
     
     "So am I."  Oh god, I'm such a liar! Laura thought.
     
     But she would do almost anything to get Deshona to warm
up to her again.  She understood the fear of rejection she
had because of her ex-husband.  And now, Deshona clearly
suspected Laura of sleeping with others behind her back.
Laura was desperate to deny it, but Deshona was very smart
and also had the radar of the once-betrayed.
     
     Deshona bit back her incipient tears.  She bit her
full, sensual lower lip, which Laura so desired to suck, and
raised her glass again.  "Here's to . . . being over it."
     
     Laura clinked it gingerly with her own.  They sipped,
eyes locked together.  Laura sat her wine glass down on the
bar table, next to the open bottle.  Her eyes burned into
Deshona's.  You can't deny me, she tried to say with her
eyes.  You want it.  You've wanted it during this whole time
we were apart.  You're horny, you want me.
     
     "Will Molly get upset if I kiss you?" she asked softly.
     
     Deshona was implacable.  "I don't want you to kiss me."
     
     Laura bit the inside of her own lip, feeling another
big tear slip out and slide down her cheek.  "Is it over for
us, then?"
     
     "You tell me."
     
     Laura was a little afraid of the dog, which sat quietly
at Deshona's feet.  A Rotweiler.  She doesn't know me.  But
I have to risk it anyway.
     
     She reached out one hand, one finger, and caressed
Deshona's phenomenally smooth dark cheek, next to her mouth
with infinite tenderness.  I really do love you, you know,
her eyes said.  Laura's eyes then dropped to Deshona's
sensual mouth.  I'm going to kiss you.  I'm going to force
myself on you.  If you really want to reject me, you better
get ready to do it convincingly.
     
     She brought up her other hand and held Deshona's face
while quickly leaning close.  Her mouth covered Deshona's,
kissing her heatedly, ravenously from first touch of their
lips.  The dog whined softly at their feet.  Deshona,
surprised, awkwardly turned her mouth away from Laura's for
a second in order to set her crystal goblet down on the
table too.
     
     Her eyes were throbbing and pulsing with both love and
sex as she turned her face back to Laura.  Laura quickly
mashed her lips into Deshona's again, sliding her tongue
deep into the girl's mouth, embracing her in an iron grip,
her fingers digging into the springy flesh of Deshona's
back.
     
     "Take me into your bedroom, or I'm going to rape you
right here," Laura panted hotly into her ear.
     
     For the first time, Deshona smiled and giggled softly.
"You're worse than a man."
     
     "No . . . I'm better."
     
     Laura unbuttoned the first button of Deshona's man's
dress shirt, which revealed the beginnings of the deep
cleavage between her marvelous breasts.  She dropped her
lips to it.
     
     "God . . . are you really going to rape me?" Deshona
asked softly.  "Maybe I should let you."
     
     "Better lock up the dog first," Laura said before
giving her another scorching kiss.
     
     She ran one hand down to Deshona's beautiful ass,
squeezing the cheeks through her shorts, then let it fall
further, to the smooth back of Deshona's bare thigh.  Molly
whined again.
     
     "I want to kiss every inch of your incredible legs,"
Laura breathed.
     
     "I . . . I'm sorry, Laura," Deshona confessed, almost
inaudibly.  "I was so . . . jealous."
     
     "Don't apologize.  I'm so hungry for you."
     
     This time Deshona kissed Laura back ravenously, clawing
Laura's back, only recently healed, though Laura's shirt,
driving her tongue deep into Laura's mouth.  "I don't know
if I can make it to the bedroom," she panted.
     
     "Let's put Molly somewhere," Laura panted back.  "She
might not like it when I make you scream."
     
     Deshona beamed.  "But I will."
     
     Quickly, she took Molly to the garage.  She returned,
having unbuttoned the rest of her shirt on the way so that
her naked breasts were half-exposed, depending on how the
shirt fell as she walked.  It was enough to make Laura's
blood thunder and gurgle with hot lust.  Oh god, I want her
so bad!  How could I ever cheat on her!
     
     Laura took her hand, smiling seductively, sexily.  "The
bedroom?"
     
     "Hurry," Deshona said, drawing her in that direction.
"I can't wait."
     
     In Deshona's bedroom, they were out of their clothes
and in each other's arms in only seconds, kissing hungrily
again.  Laura knew how hungry she was for Deshona's naked
body, but she was thrilled to find out how hungry Deshona
was for hers.  Deshona sucked her neck and bit her earlobe,
squeezing Laura's breasts and frenching Laura's ear as she
dragged her down onto the bed.
     
     They lay face to face, smiling, purring, kissing,
laughing softly.  "God, I missed you, Laura."
     
     "You were so mean to me," Laura pouted.
     
     "I can make it up to you."
     
     Deshona dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts, beginning
to suck Laura's nipples aggressively.  Usually the aggressor
herself, Laura luxuriated in the emotional and sexual charge
of having Deshona Reed devour her body.  Somehow, the
remote, aloof distance she had shown Laura earlier took a
full pendulum swing in the other direction, and she became a
wildly passionate lover.  She slipped quickly down from
Laura's breasts, sliding between her thighs and pressing her
mouth to Laura's wet pussy ardently.
     
     "Oh . . . honey!" Laura gasped, completely overwhelmed.
     
     Deshona was new to girl-girl sex, but she and Laura had
already fucked a lot during their previous meetings, once in
this very bed, and once in the middle of the day in Laura's
apartment.  She was no longer shy, and she devoured Laura's
aching pussy like a madwoman, fucking Laura with two fingers
and licking and sucking her clit in such an inspired frenzy
that Laura had an orgasm in less than a minute.   A hot,
clenching spasm of coming seized her body and wouldn't let
go.
     
     "Ungghh!  Oh . . . oh yes!  Oh god yes honey yes!
Auungghhh!" she cried out, climaxing in fierce, shuddering
convulsions.
     
     The orgasm hit her so sharply and quickly that
afterwards she was dazed, still throbbing, as Deshona slid
up to kiss her.  Laura was so overwhelmed by the emotions
and sexual excitement of the moment that she begged her to
keep it up.
     
     "Kiss me . . . and fuck me again with your hand!" she
gasped.  "Oh honey, quick, I can come again!"
     
     Deshona's eyes widened.  She smiled, sliding her hand
back down to Laura's pussy, swirling two fingers rapidly
over Laura's clit.  Laura's hips shuddered.
     
     "Oh!  Yes . . . like that!  Oh!"
     
     "Oh Laura," Deshona sighed, smiling, kissing her
romantically.
     
     "Oh, I'm going to come!  Again!  Now now!  Ungghhhh!"
     
     Again she came in a blinding flash, a wrenching climax
that shook her body top to bottom.  Looking up into
Deshona's beautiful face as she came made it one of the most
stirring sexual experiences Laura had ever had.  Then she
collapsed, back into the sheets.  Deshona was still kissing
her.
     
     "Oh god, Laura, I love to make you come like that,"
Deshona purred, kissing and caressing her still.  "Nothing
in my life ever felt as good as that."
     
     Laura raised a satirical eyebrow, finally surfacing
from a quick blast of ecstacy that nearly put out her
lights.  "Nothing?"
     
     "Well . . ."
     
     Still on her back, Laura pulled Deshona over on top of
her so that Deshona's marvelous, firm, perfectly round
breasts were dangling in her face.  Deshona giggled
playfully and swished them against Laura's cheeks, letting
her stiff, dark brown nipples brush Laura's lips, gasping
excitedly as Laura caught both swaying breasts in her hands
and guided one hard brown nipple into her mouth.
     
     "Unhhh!
     
     Again she was struck by the fact that the round balls
of Deshona's breasts were so hard that she could barely suck
the girl's entire nipple into her mouth.  She rolled Deshona
onto her back, where her breasts jutted straight up, not
slackening out at all.  Laura feasted on her nipples,
pinching them between her thumb and forefinger until they
stood up erect, then sucking them deep into her mouth,
enjoying the helpless, frantic cawing noises that came from
Deshona's throat.
     
     During their first time together, Laura had been afraid
she was hurting her.  But now she knew differently, and she
sucked them hard.  Deshona began squirming and whimpering
uncontrollably.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" she whimpered, tossing her head from
side to side, then holding her breasts too, her hands under
Laura's, pushing them into Laura's mouth.  "Ohhh . . . do it
hard, Laura!" she panted.  "Do it hard . . . bite it.
Please!"
     
     "I don't want to hurt you.  I love you," Laura said,
holding one magnificent breast and lashing Deshona's stiff,
wrinkled brown nipple excitedly with her tongue.
     
     Deshona's glazed black eyes, burning in a fierce fire
of lust, caught Laura's and held them.  "I thought you
wanted to rape me," she said.
     
     Playfully, Laura bared her teeth, gently pinching the
protruding center nub of Deshona's wet nipple, which pushed
up a good half inch from the surrounding areola, between
them.  Watching, Deshona gasped from excitement, her eyes
rolling up.  Still sexually teasing her, Laura squeezed the
firm ball of her breast to make the aerola swell too, then
lowered her teeth to it and bit harder.
     
     "Unnngghh!  Oh shit!" Deshona gasped.  "Yes!"
     
     Now Laura sucked the whole beautiful bud deep into her
mouth, sinking her teeth even harder into the edge of
Deshona's nipple and sucking it harder than she had ever
done.  The stimulation sent Deshona into a delirious frenzy
of sexual arousal.  She moaned and twisted.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!  Oh god . . . Laura, fuck me, please, do it
now, oh please!" she begged, squirming and writhing
helplessly under Laura's clever caresses.
     
     "Mmmm, not until I do the other one," Laura purred,
moving to Deshona's other breast and love-raping it the same
way with her mouth and hands.
     
     By the time she was finished with this one, Deshona was
more deeply aroused than Laura had ever seen her.  She
mewled deliriously and whimpered, digging her fingers into
her own flesh, pushing Laura down, craving release, biting
her lip and churning her pelvis, dying to be brought to a
crushing finish.  And Laura was happy to bring it about.
     
     "Oh yes . . . honey, I love you, I love your delicious
body," Laura murmured, kissing her way down the girl's
perfect naked midriff and belly, down to the sparkly
midnight-black fringe of her pubic hair, down to the gaping
wet mouth between Deshona's silky black thighs, the inflamed
red crease that seemed to ache for her kiss.
     
     And she ached to kiss it.  She pressed her lips to
Deshona's runny, swollen, beautifully-shaped long pussy,
slipping her tongue inside to touch the girl's most intimate
nerves.  Deshona's body quaked, and she gave a tiny, choked
squeal of pleasure.   Laura realized that she was going to
come quickly.  Deshona thought she was a slow comer, but
Laura had made her come fast before.  Never this fast,
though.
     
     The excitement, and perhaps the pent-up emotions of the
past two weeks, had brought her quickly to the breaking
point.  Laura knew that this was an opportunity too, for she
could, with a little care, bring off a whole string of
killing orgasms here, not just one or two.  In a way,
though, she was wished it all wouldn't happen so fast
because she truly adored this exquisite pussy and wanted to
lick and suck it slowly and painstakingly, relishing every
second.
     
     But that would have to wait.  Deshona's surging,
twisting body was shaking the bed, and her throttled
whimpers and desperate moaning made her need very clear.  Oh
baby, I want you to come! Laura thought.  I'm going to make
you come a bunch.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . ohhhh Laura!" Deshona panted, pumping
her hips, completely, desperately out of control.
     
     "Oh yes, baby . . . let it go," Laura
     
     Now Laura slipped two fingers up into Deshona's pussy.
Although she knew Deshona could come easily now without any
penetration, she turned her hand palm up and began probing
the back wall of the girl's cunt for the special trigger.
With her lips she tugged the pinkish nub of Deshona's clit,
toying with it, tickling it with her tongue, even running
the tip of her tongue up underneath the largish black hood
under which it was sheltering.
     
     This nearly sent Deshona up the wall.  Tight little
squeals escaped from deep in her chest, and she boiled over
in a ferocious orgasm almost immediately.
     
     "AUUNGGHIIIEEEE!" she wailed, crying out in great
piercing screams of ecstacy.  "AANNGGGHHH!  MMNGGGIIEEEE!"
     
     Her lovely, taut body shuddered and buckled in sharp
convulsions, and Laura, whose fingers found the secret spot
at just the right moment, had to hold on tight as a
succession of scorching orgasms pulverized the beautiful,
writhing girl.  No sooner did a crushing climax wane then
Deshona groaned, arched, her pelvis quivering wildly in
midair, and came again in fierce shocks of rapture.
     
     Laura counted five real shockers and two subsequent
fluttering aftershocks before Deshona literally crumpled in
an exhausted heap, gasping for breath and sighing as the
storm passed.  Laura looked down to see that her hand was
drenched, and the sheet under it too.  Deshona, she knew
from the past, didn't ejaculate with each climax, but these
had been so fierce that she had squirted copiously at least
once.  But it only made Laura smile.
     
     She was licking it sensually from her fingers when
Deshona blinked, emerging from the wild thunderstorms of her
many orgasms, her eyes red and half-dazed, squinting.  Her
voice was parched and dry and distant, weak.
     
     "Laura," she croaked, "I'm gonna die if you make me
come like that every time."
     
     Laura kissed her warmly.  "No you aren't.  Because I
want you around."
     
     "You must love me to lick that stuff off your fingers.
Looks like I made a small lake again on the bed."
     
     "I'll get a towel," Laura said, pushing her down.  "You
relax and recover.  We are not finished."
     
     Deshona smiled like a little girl at her birthday
party.  "I swear, I'll have a heart attack and die."
     
     Laura returned from the adjoining bathroom with a big
towel.  "You won't .  You're young and strong.  Your body is
a masterpiece.   I want to make love to you all night."
     
     They cuddled, turned down the lights, whispered.
Deshona got up only to put on some soft jazz, and they
shared a brandy from a large snifter.  Then they fucked and
fucked until morning came, and Molly awoke them with her
barking.