Chapter 250
She was still tormented by dreams of Dawn-tormented and
wildly excited, at the same instant, in the same dreams. In
every one of them she and Dawn were fucking, sometimes in a
sharp, groaning frenzy, sometimes in sweaty, panting
turmoil, other times with slow, rhythmic, piercingly
romantic sensuality. Goodness, Laura would think, pulling
herself almost physically up into consciousness from these
phenomenal dreams, I really am a little over-libidinous,
aren't I. Down, girl.
I fuck myself silly at every opportunity, most recently
with Yvette and Rhonda, with Shontay, with Ada, with
Cecilia, with Randi and Shavon, with Charise and Mavis and
Jane whenever I get the chance, and still I can't get this
enchanting girl out of my mind.
Nor was it only a physical obsession. Even though her
dreams of Dawn all involved scorching sex, throughout the
day, as she went about her daily routines and work tasks,
Laura would find herself actually aching, her heart aching,
her whole body aching, for Dawn. I love that girl, she
thought. I love her, I can't help it. I know I fall in
love too easily . . . and I certainly adore all the others.
But this one . . . I can't get her out of my mind. I have
to see her. It hurts not to see her. I don't even need to
sleep with her. I just have to see her. Or I'll die.
Risking all, she called Dawn's number one evening about
six-thirty, when she was relatively sure Robert would have
already gone off to work. Instead, he answered the phone.
Oh god. "Robert?"
"Yes."
"This is Laura. Remember me?"
Robert was a relaxed, friendly type of guy. Laura knew
that under any other circumstances she would like him. "Oh
yeah . . . Laura. You're the one who looks like a model."
Laura laughed graciously. "Is Dawn there? I wanted to
talk to her about whether she's heard anything from-" Laura
charged on, giving him a reason for her call.
But Robert cut right across. "She's out at the
library. At the college, you know? Studying. I think it
closes about ten. She'll be home after that, I think."
"Oh." Laura tried not to sound too disconsolate. "Can
you tell her I called?"
"Sure. No problem."
"Let me give you my number."
Robert wrote down her number. "You want her to call
tonight? You still going to be awake?"
"Yes. Tell her to call, if she feels like it."
Laura's heart was pounding. Will you be there? she
wondered. How come you're not at work? I thought you
worked nights. If she does call, will we be able to talk?
Will the tone of her voice betray something? Some intimacy
we don't really want you to know about? Will she want to
call? Does she still love me too? Does she ever have
dreams with me in them?
When she hung up the phone, she realized that she was
flushed and breathing hard. God, I hope he didn't hear me,
she thought. Hear me gasping . . . stammering. I hope I
was calm and casual. Robert, I love your girl friend! I'm
sorry, I can't help myself. I adore her . . . and I'll die
if I can't feel her body against mine again, soon!
But Dawn did not call. And Laura did not sleep well.
The following day she had almost talked herself into leaving
early and driving to Dawn's apartment, just on the chance
that Dawn might be there. The impulse was nearly impossible
to resist. But before she could leave, she got a call from
Rhonda's secretary, asking her to drop by Rhonda's office
immediately.
They had not spoken since their night in bed with
Yvette, though only a few days had elapsed. In fact, Laura
had run into Yvette in the hallway, and both had nearly
dissolved in mirth mingled with renewed sexual excitement,
just remembering it. But Rhonda now seemed determined to
pretend it had never happened.
"Sit down, Laura," she said crisply.
She was all business, tightly coiffed, her lips pinched
and her smile hard, glinting with the sheen of her self-
confidence and power. Laura may have fucked her into a
shuddering mass of moaning and spasming ecstasy only a few
nights earlier, plowing her blonde pussy into paradise with
Rhonda's own strap-on dildo, but there would be no
acknowledgement of that fact here. Of course, Laura noted,
Rhonda's secretary was still in the room.
When she left, Rhonda herself got up from her desk and
went over to the door, pushing it nearly closed. When she
came back, Laura could see a flicker of recognition in her
eyes. Rhonda sat down again and composed her face, looking
at the papers on her desk.
"I had fun the other night," she said under her breath,
without looking up at Laura.
Purposely, Laura remained silent until Rhonda was
forced to look up at her. Then she looked deep into
Rhonda's eyes. "I did too. More than fun," she added,
softly.
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Rhonda's
lips. "Maybe . . . now and then . . . we could . . . you
know, be better friends than we are."
Laura grinned. After all, Rhonda was a vice president.
She couldn't just come out and say, Let's get together and
fuck more often.
"I think that might be a great idea," Laura said, not
letting Rhonda's eyes escape hers. "I sure would like to
know where you got . . . that . . . you know-"
A charming pink flush suffused Rhonda's face, reminding
Laura of how she had blushed so red in the presence of
Yvette and Laura, when Rhonda had been completely naked, and
the redness had descended to her shoulders. This time,
however, it was only a pale, pink flush, quickly
disappearing.
"You mean the . . . toy?" Rhonda cleared her throat,
looking nervously toward the half-closed door to her office.
Laura nodded. Quickly, Rhonda slid a memo pad under
her hand and scribbled something onto it. She ripped off
the page and pushed it to Laura. It was a web address.
"It's top of the line," she whispered. "Kind of
expensive."
"But worth it," Laura's eyes twinkled.
Rhonda gave her an embarrassed grin. "Yes." She took
a deep breath and pulled over another folder from the corner
of her huge executive's desk. "Look, I need a favor. These
are the papers to get that project underway with Decision
Resources. I know you've worked with them. Do me a favor
and run these down to Burlingame, to their office. The
papers are very confidential and proprietary. I really
can't trust anybody else to do it, especially not a
messenger service."
"When do they need to be there?"
"This afternoon. If you leave now, you'll be able to
beat the bad traffic."
Laura shrugged. It would save her from herself. She
was about to dash wildly over to Dawn's apartment, not even
knowing if Dawn would be there. When she had called last
night, expecting Robert to be at work, he had answered the
phone. There was no telling what disastrous scene would
develop if she gave in to her impulses.
"Okay . . . I'm your girl," she said to Rhonda, picking
up the folder and getting up from her chair.
Rhonda put one hand on Laura's hand, the one gripping
the folder. Her eyes burned into Laura's. "You know, two
can be as good as three," she whispered. "Sometimes."
"I know," Laura murmured. "What's your calendar look
like?"
"Unfortunately, I'm not free until next Thursday night.
Want to pencil it in?"
Laura nodded. "Give me a call to confirm."
In her car, driving down to Burlingame, Laura realized
that she was going from one sticky situation right into
another. She had not seen Deshona since the night Deshona
had showed up drunk at Laura's apartment, after a fight with
Charles, her ex-husband. She had passed out, but the next
morning she and Laura had attacked one another insatiably.
Laura had driven her home only to find Charles's car parked
outside.
That had been about two months earlier, and Laura had
not heard from her since. Even though once Laura had felt a
love for Deshona nearly as intense as the love she now felt
for Dawn, their relationship had always been complicated,
blighted both by Laura's involvement at the time with Randi,
of whom Deshona was fiercely jealous, and by Deshona's on-
again off-again relationship with Charles. Although her
feelings were still pretty intense, Laura had allowed them
to drift to the rear of her consciousness in part out of
self-preservation, becoming involved with Dawn, and Shontay,
and Ada, submerging her thoughts of Deshona if only to spare
herself the pain.
Now she was driving right back down into the trap.
Maybe she won't be there, she thought. She knew Deshona,
though she was a principal in the firm, came only
sporadically to the main office, preferring to work out of
her home, and traveling a lot on business. I can probably
just drop these off without having to see her, Laura
thought, wondering if that was good or bad. She knew if she
saw Deshona her heart would skip and her pussy would throb
in longing.
When she reached the main office, Deshona's
administrative assistant told her she would have to run the
papers up to Deshona's house. She was at home preparing for
a business trip, and she wanted to take the papers with her.
Laura was about to ask if they couldn't messenger them up to
her, but then she remembered that Rhonda had insisted that
she deliver them by hand.
"Do you know where she lives?" the aide asked.
"I've been there once," Laura lied. She had had some
of the most stirring and emotionally wrenching sexual
experiences of her life in Deshona's house.
Glumly, she drove up into the wooded hills. I hope
that prick Charles isn't there, she thought, though she had
never met Charles. She had long hated him anyway. He was
after all her chief rival for Deshona, and he also appeared
to be winning. Deshona, when things were going badly with
Charles, appeared to adore Laura, and craved hot and
repeated sex with her, but when he beckoned, she would not
call Laura at all.
On top of that, Deshona-perhaps to make Laura
jealous-had told Laura stories about Charles, his large
cock, and how he loved to fuck her from behind while rubbing
her miracle of a back, things Laura had done to her too and
which made her wish Charles would fall into a vat of boiling
lard. She did not need to meet him to hate him.
When she pulled up into Deshona's driveway, she spotted
only an expensive gun-metal blue Mercedes parked out front,
which she knew was Deshona's car. She did not see anywhere
the black Corvette that apparently belonged to Charles.
Very unsure of herself, she got out of her car and climbed
the steps. She could detect a weak vulnerability inside
herself that she despised, a fear of rejection deeper than
any she had felt in a long time. She can be so cold, she
thought. Will she be happy to see me?
It took a long time for Deshona to answer the bell,
but Laura could hear Molly barking inside, which was a
comforting sound since she knew and had a friendly
relationship with Deshona's dog. She was also pleased that
Charles didn't answer the door, having parked his car in the
garage or done something else to conceal his presence from
Laura.
"Laura!" Deshona said, as she opened the door.
"Uh . . . hi," Laura said, awkwardly, holding out the
folder. "The papers. You know, the ones you were
expecting. Rhonda Reardon made me bring them down to you."
An amused smile passed over Deshona's lips. Laura's
heart was fluttering. Deshona was gorgeous. Just the sight
of her made Laura's heart skip. She knew again why she had
been so attracted to her, why she had risked the most
damaging bruises to her feelings in order to break through
the ice shield that Deshona habitually threw up against the
world.
She flattered herself that her appearance was having
the same effect on Deshona since Laura could see in her eyes
a brief flare of excitement, as well as an uncharacteristic
nervousness. Deshona wore white pants and a loose-fitting
green sweater that draped itself naturally around her large,
round breasts. She was a very small woman, deliciously
shaped, but with over-large breasts for her frame, breasts
which Laura had devoured hungrily many times. She clearly
had not meant to dress provocatively, but she noticed
Laura's eyes on her breasts.
She said nothing but let her eyes tell Laura that she
had seen Laura looking. She opened the door wider. "Come
in. I just made a pot of tea. You can meet my niece."
Oh well, Laura thought, disturbed to have been caught
in a transparently lecherous glance, probably everybody
looks at her boobs. They're beautiful. And pretty big for
her lovely little body.
"I can only stay a moment," she said, stepping inside.
Deshona gave her a disbelieving glance and showed her
into the living room, where they had fucked so excitedly
when Deshona's ankle had been in a cast. And there, sitting
on the very same sofa where Deshona's exquisitely-shaped
pussy had emitted a small gusher of ecstasy juice when Laura
had brought her to an especially intense climax, sat a very
beautiful young girl in long, enchanting braids, reading a
magazine.
Laura's eyes nearly betrayed her by making a happy,
exultant, sexually-charged, raucous noise of their own as
they quickly took in the sight of this gorgeous creature.
She had to cover quickly so that Deshona would not see her
libido-meter rising into the stratosphere. The girl was
young, maybe twenty, and small like Deshona, though not
quite as petite. She wore a short, tight black skirt that
revealed lots of her bare legs, and platform shoes, now so
in vogue, with thin rawhide strands crisscrossed up her
shapely calves. She had a dazzling smile, white, even
teeth, much darker skin than Deshona, smooth black skin, and
friendly, shining eyes.
"This is Taneesha Reynolds, my sister's daughter,"
Deshona said. "Taneesha, Laura Robbins. Laura works for a
company we're going to be doing a project for. She brought
me some papers." She turned to Laura. "Taneesha lives in
Michigan. She's out visiting for a few days. Spring
break."
She looked away so that Taneesha could not see her face
and gave Laura a sly, ironic smile, as if to say, We all
have our trials in this life!
"Pleased to meet you, Laura," Taneesha said, getting up
and taking Laura's hand.
Her hand was cool and graceful, and she looked directly
into Laura's eyes, which Laura found thrilling, even though
Taneesha's eyes didn't seem to reveal anything very deep
behind them. She was, nevertheless, physically gorgeous,
and Laura could not ignore her beauty. She felt tingles
actually run through her arm and once again realized that
she must not seem sexually electrified by Deshona's niece,
even if she was. Deshona knows what a sex fiend I am, she
thought, fighting back a hot blush. She'll know in a second
if I show that I want this lovely girl.
"You know," Taneesha said brightly, "you look a lot
like that old model that used to do the lingerie ads." She
pointed a finger at Laura, thinking, then exploding in a
victorious little whoop. "Victoria's Secret, that's it!
Right? Stephanie . . ." She snapped her fingers, doing a
very fetching little act for Deshona and Laura as she tried
to dislodge the name from her memory. "I can't remember her
last name."
"Seymour," Laura said, feeling a little dour, but
trying not to show it in the face of this impressive
ebullience.
"Yes!" Now Taneesha aimed the finger at Laura like a
gun and fired. "Bingo. Exactly. That's the one. You
could be her twin."
Deshona grinned at Laura, raising her eyebrow. "You
two old models," she cracked. "We trade in the old models,
don't we?"
"Oh, I didn't mean to say `old,'" Taneesha hastily
assured Laura. "I just meant . . . she kind of . . .
retired, didn't she? Like, I mean, I don't see her in their
ads any more. That doesn't mean she's old."
"Make her squirm, Laura," Deshona teased. "You old
thing, you. How does it feel to be old?"
Laura laughed good-naturedly. "I guess you and I are
starting to seem ancient," she said. She looked at Deshona,
giving her a blatantly sexual glance, as if to counteract
whatever undertones of desire Deshona might have picked up
by watching her gaze into Taneesha's dazzling, but curiously
vacant, eyes. Laura even let her own eyes drop briefly
again to the jutting globes of Deshona's firm breasts under
the loose green sweater.
"Taneesha was just heading for the mall, weren't you,
dear?" Deshona said, pursing her lips with faint distaste.
"Actually, I was thinking of it," Taneesha said.
"They're having some awesome sales."
"I'll go get you the keys. You promise to be careful
driving Auntie's Mercedes?"
"Oh, of course I will. Gosh, I drove my Mom's all the
time until I got my Beamer."
"Come on, Laura. We can talk."
Laura followed Deshona into another part of the house.
"Taneesha grew up in Grosse Pointe," she said, speaking
softly to keep from being overheard. "She's a Valley Girl,
only from Motor City. Who knows what they call them back
there. Daddy's an executive at Chrysler. She hasn't really
known any privations in her short life, shall we say? Gag
me with a spoon." She made a face.
Laura laughed. On the other hand, airhead or not, the
girl was impossibly gorgeous. Laura could still feel the
touch of Taneesha's fingers on her hand. She wondered if
there were something behind those eyes she wasn't seeing.
Everyone had some substance, somewhere. You just had to dig
sometimes to find it. And god, what beautiful braids, so
thin and long. I'd like to feel them sweeping across my
body, or hanging into my face, with her on top. Taneesha's
braids reminded her a little of Randi, who wore them most of
the time. I just die for braids, she remembered.
But she also remembered that Deshona hated Randi, and
also seemed to hate her braids, which to her made Randi seem
falsely vivacious, reckless, even cheap, maybe even too
`ethnic' also, a stigma in Deshona's eyes, something she had
tried to rise above by brains and style and business sense.
Oh well, I'm only speculating, Laura realized. She
stood behind Deshona in the bedroom as Deshona retrieved her
car keys from the bureau, looking at Deshona's cloud of
elaborately curled, expensively `done' hair. Yours would
look good in braids too, you lovely, icy, hard-ass woman, if
you would let yourself lighten up a little.
Deshona turned around and saw her looking. Her black
eyes suddenly became liquid with warmth and sensuality.
"What are you looking at?"
"What do you think," Laura said, softly. "Last time I
saw you, you were hung over. You looked . . . breathtaking.
Imagine how you look to me today."
Deshona said nothing. Her dark eyes pulsed and
throbbed, it seemed. "Can you stay a few minutes?" she
whispered. "I mean, after she leaves?"
Laura nodded. Without another word, she followed
Deshona back to the living room, where Deshona gave Taneesha
the keys to the Mercedes.
"Do I have to be back by a certain time?" Taneesha
asked, turning her body in such a way that Laura could
admire her legs, her pretty round ass, and her swishing
braids. She didn't seem to have much in the way of a bosom,
but the rest of her was undeniably delicious.
Is she flirting with me? Laura wondered. How could she
be. She doesn't know I like girls. Especially girls like
her, who are to die for. She probably just flirts with
everybody, male or female. It's just an "I'm so gorgeous
and sexy, how could you not want to eat me alive, if only I
gave you the chance, which I won't" sort of attitude, right?
Deshona shook her head, half in exasperation at the
same performance Laura was witnessing. It was growing
clearer than ever that enduring a visit from her niece was
more a favor to her sister than an opportunity Deshona took
because she liked spending time with Taneesha. "I'm being
picked up by an airport limousine at three. If I'm not here
when you get back, let yourself in. You remember the alarm
code, right?"
Taneesha grinned and nodded. "See you, Laura. Hope I
see you again before I leave."
"Me too," Laura said, trying to sound indifferent, but
unable to keep her eyes from licking the girl's supple,
dark, flexing calves.
Quickly, however, she tore her gaze away to keep
Deshona from seeing it. They watched Taneesha drive off,
peering through one of the house's tall front windows. Then
Deshona turned to Laura.
"Alone . . . at last," she sighed satirically.
"You're not alone. I'm here."
Deshona looked deep into her eyes, looking somehow sad,
sadder than Laura had ever seen her look. Often she was
cold, aloof, withdrawn, caustic, but rarely or never sad.
Laura wanted to enfold her. All the love she had felt for
Deshona came pouring back into her. I really cared about
this woman, she recalled. I cared for her more than she
wanted me to, I think.
"What are you sad about?" Laura prompted.
Deshona shook her head and looked to the side. "I'm
not." Then she looked back at Laura, her eyes glittering
with a thin film of water, which was in no danger of
spilling over. "I've missed you, Laura."
"If I kiss you, will someone walk in on us?"
Deshona laughed softly and gave her a tight smile.
"You mean Charles?" She shook her head. "He's in Mexico.
He has his own import business. Won't be back until
Friday."
"You're going to let that gorgeous, bubble-brain girl
stay here alone while you're gone?"
Deshona grinned. "Nothing escapes that sharp mind of
yours, does it, Laura. Actually, my sister is flying in
tonight. She'll be here just a few hours after I leave. So
you don't have to worry about the cute little bird-brain."
Her eyebrow went up skeptically. "Say, isn't she just your
type? Maybe that's why you're worried. You'd like to
snuggle up to her little booty, wouldn't you. I know how
you like the sisters. Especially the airhead flirts. And
you really dig those African hair styles. I'll bet you'd
like to rub your face in that little black coozy, wouldn't
you."
Laura acted shocked. "All I asked was if I could kiss
you. You don't have to be mean about it. If not, just say
no."
Deshona softened. She blinked. She knew she had gone
over the line. "I'm sorry." Again the haunting sadness
Laura had seen there moments ago showed up in her eyes.
"You can . . . do that . . . but let's move away from the
window."
"How about over here?"
Laura drew her a few steps to the side of the drapes,
pushing her back against the wall and bringing her own face
closer, until their mouths were only inches apart. Without
yet touching, they could almost taste each other's warm,
pleasantly fragrant breath.
"If you kiss me," Deshona murmured, "I want to warn you
I'm not responsible for what happens. I've thought of you
every day since . . . that morning, when I was hungover."
"Why didn't you call?"
At first Deshona didn't reply. She just stared deeply
into Laura's eyes, then let her own eyes fall to Laura's
lips. "Why don't you quit asking questions and get on with
it?"
Slowly, Laura moved her face closer. Her lips brushed
Deshona's. She extended her tongue and ran the tip of it
across Deshona's full lower lip. It was a slow,
excruciating tease on her part, and she realized that
Deshona was cleverly teasing her back, not moving, barely
even breathing, staring in a smoldering way into Laura's
eyes while Laura ran the tip of her tongue all over her
lips. Finally, Deshona's own tongue slid out to meet
Laura's.
Laura could feel her blood leap. She believed Deshona
felt the same thing at almost the same instant since she
heard a tiny, helpless gasp coming from her throat.
Their mouths came together in a searing, voracious
kiss. Only their tongues and lips had touched up until now,
but they grabbed one another almost desperately, embracing,
digging their fingers into each other's flesh through their
clothes.
Laura was often aggressive with her lovers, but it had
been a long time since she was this rough. She pushed
Deshona back into the wall next to the drape, crushing her
small body against it, raping Deshona's open mouth with her
tongue, biting her neck, running her hands up under
Deshona's sweater, squeezing her hard, round breasts through
the cups of her bra. Deshona kissed her back almost as
hard, groaning softly, panting.
"I think you missed me too," she panted into Laura's
hair, letting her hands fall to Laura's ass, squeezing
Laura's buns through her skirt.
"God, yes!"
Deshona's dark eyes were murky with sex, and her body
sagged slightly between Laura's and the wall. Laura
continued kissing her heatedly, nipping her earlobes, trying
to get her sweater off but unable to keep her lips from
skimming and sucking Deshona's warm, smooth skin.
"Oh god . . . I want you . . . I want you!" she panted
into Laura's neck. "I need you, Laura."
"Help me get this off," Laura panted.
"We can't do it right here," Deshona protested.
"Why not?" Laura murmured, coaxing Deshona to put her
arms in the air while she pulled the sweater up over her
head, freeing it from the cloud of Deshona's curly hair. "I
can't wait."
"God, I can't either," Deshona gasped, tossing the
sweater across the room.
Laura already had her own blouse off and her skirt
unzipped. Deshona slid both hands under Laura's panties
while Laura embraced her, unfastening Deshona's bra behind
her back and sucking her neck in a frenzy at the same
instant.
"Ouchhhhh! Don't you give me a hickey, girl," Deshona
half-panted and half-giggled, trying unsuccessfully to slip
out of Laura's grasp.
"I'm going to leave hickeys all over your body," Laura
teased her, pulling off the loose bra, freeing Deshona's
large round breasts, and pinching the hard little berries in
the centers of her wide areolas.
"Hhhhhh! God . . . I love it when you do that,"
Deshona winced with pleasure.
"Do you love it when I suck them too?" Laura grinned,
cradling both incredibly hard melons in her palms.
"Yes. Take yours off too. Here, I'll help you."
They were both in a very big hurry and quickly slipped
out of the rest of their clothes, kicking their shoes across
the room, then sliding together to the floor beside the
window. Now they were completely naked, coiling together,
stroking each other, kissing ravenously again, and
whimpering softly.
"Ohhhh . . . it's been so long," Deshona moaned and
breathed into Laura's ear, biting Laura's earlobe too,
sliding her hand down to Laura's crotch. "Did you save some
of this beautiful pink pussy for me? Oooohhh," she giggled
softly, "it's all wet and gooey and nice. I think I want to
kiss it."
Laura was very aroused by Deshona's fingers in her
pussy, but she already had her hands and mouth all over the
girl's incredible breasts. They were so round, so hard, so
big for her small body, so firm that you could barely get
her dark brown nipples into your mouth. Her areolas were
flat, and a little jagged at the edges, with tough little
stubs that stuck up in the centers, and the hard balls of
her breasts were so taut that sucking the whole thing,
areola and all, into your mouth took extra effort.
But Laura was equal to the task. Holding one of
Deshona's hard breasts in both hands, she squeezed the ball
until the nipple began to swell up from the surface, the
center stub stiff and rubbery. She attacked it feverishly
with her tongue, stabbing and stroking it, while Deshona
looked down at her.
"Oh!" Deshona gave a soft gasp.
Laura bared her teeth and rubbed the edges of them
against Deshona's areola.
"Oh yes! Oh . . . suck it, Laura. Suck it hard . . .
yes . . . oh god, yes!"
Deshona's erect nipple was shiny with Laura's saliva,
and Laura slowly sucked the entire thing into her mouth,
squeezing Deshona's breast, sucking it hard, until tiny,
wheezing, frantic moans started being pinched off deep in
Deshona's throat. Laura sucked it hard and even bit it
gently, letting her teeth sink into the edges of Deshona's
areola, not into the nipple itself, and this was enough to
turn Deshona's moans into tight, almost hysterical
whinnying.
"Unnhhhnneee! Unhhnngggeee!" she whinnied, shaking
and twisting now. "Yes! Oh yes . . . nobody ever sucks
them like that!" she panted, almost incoherently. "Do the
other one. Oh shit . . . Laura . . . you're going to make
me come if you keep doing it that hard."
"Mmmm, that's the idea," Laura purred to her,
assaulting her other round, hard breast in the same manner,
then bunching them both together and letting her mouth move
hungrily from one nipple to the other, then back again.
She doubted that Deshona, unlike Ada, would come just
from this, but she wasn't opposed to trying it. But finally
Deshona grabbed Laura's head and pulled her face up.
Deshona's dark eyes were glazed and streaked with frantic
sexual need, which Laura understood since she felt exactly
the same way.
"I want you to come with me," Deshona said, in a
hushed, almost solemn voice. "I want us to come together.
I don't want you . . . making me go off, like you always do.
I want to come with you, you come with me, we both look into
each other's eyes and come. Please. I keep thinking of it.
Coming with Laura . . . looking into her eyes . . . and
coming."
Laura smiled and kissed her. "I can't think of
anything I'd rather do."
"God . . . I'm so close!" Deshona whimpered to her,
half-smiling. "You get me so supercharged."
"Me too," Laura confessed. "Sucking your boobs like
that makes me want to explode."
While cooing to one another, they had effortlessly slid
their hands down to each other's crotch. Lying on half on
their sides and half on their backs in order to part their
thighs slightly, facing one another, they began to finger
each other's wet, warm cunt. Deshona's small body quivered
as Laura's finger grazed her swollen clit.
"Oh! I never come so fast as I do with you."
"Are you going to?" Laura smiled, panting, now rubbing
Deshona's pussy even harder, her hand moving in fast,
swirling circles.
"Yes!"
The first time Laura had ever slept with her Deshona
had confessed that it usually took her a long time to come,
and sometimes she didn't come at all. But it had never been
a problem to them-it could never be a problem to me anyway,
Laura thought, since I just want it to go on and on; I
wouldn't care if she took 3 hours to come-because Laura
always heated her up so fast, and to such a frantic pitch,
that she usually came easily in only a few minutes.
That was exactly the case now since Deshona was almost
out of control in merely seconds, mewling and writhing on
the carpet, squeezing Laura's hand between her thighs and
pumping, rolling over closer, sliding her own fingers
urgently up into Laura's throbbing pussy. And Laura easily
matched her urgency, kissing her feverishly, squeezing
Deshona's incredible round breasts and pinching her nipples
with her free hand, gazing hypnotically deep into Deshona's
eyes, which more and more reflected the gathering inner
storm that was about to erupt.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Deshona gasped, rolling into Laura
now, pushing her breasts against Laura's, biting Laura's
lower lip. "Do it hard!"
"Unghhh!" Laura groaned, feeling Deshona's rapidly-
moving hand begin to rape her own pussy frantically.
"Unmghhhh! Yes!"
Deshona dropped her face momentarily into the slope
between Laura's neck and shoulder, burrowing herself into
it, keening and grinding her pelvis down into Laura's hand.
"Oh god . . . Laura, I love you I miss you so much I
need it now now! Ungghh! Now! Ungghhh! Now!"
"Yes, baby, yes, now!" Laura panted, feeling the
impossible surge well up in her too at the same moment.
We are going to come together, she thought, only an
instant before the explosion. Then the world simply went up
in flames. Clinging together, wheezing and grunting in a
violent, shared paroxysm, they both began to climax at
almost the same second. Laura could see the crushing blow
that hit Deshona from the way her dark eyes suddenly glowed
and then went opaque, as if the sharp turmoil of pleasure
inside Deshona's body were so acute that the outer world
just ceased to exist for her.
"Annnngghhmmnnnggeeee!" Deshona cried out, thrashing
and undulating wildly against Laura, her face clawed by a
shattering ecstasy. "Unnngghhmmmiiinneeee!"
And Laura felt the jolts at the same instant, ripping
her insides open with unbearably hot and intense pleasure.
She already had one arm around Deshona's shoulders, and she
now could not resist the impulse to crush Deshona's small,
curvy body against hers, groaning into the girl's shapely
brown shoulder and coming in scalding, pulsing spasms.
"Ohhhnnngggg! Ungghhh! Auunngghhhhh! Oh . . . Jesus!
Auunngghhhh!" Laura groaned, almost gagging on the uprush of
ferocious jolts that wrenched her.
And yet she wanted to look into Deshona's eyes, to see
the scalding, scorching ecstasy there, and she lifted her
face from the girl's shoulder, now damp with a thin film of
sweat, and gazed at her face, seeing in her dark eyes a
stunned, star-traveling trance of rapture, as if Deshona had
been struck by a force too powerful to believe. In fact,
Laura felt a little like that herself and could still feel
the tingling and the electrical tremors that rippled through
her flesh following this almost-paralyzing orgasm.
And yet, there they were, she thought, half-amused, in
the back of her mind: lying naked on the floor in Deshona's
stylishly-decorated living room, all tangled together and
trying to get their breath, with their clothes scattered
carelessly all around them, where only minutes earlier they
had been bantering with Deshona's beautiful niece. Her
fingers were still inside Deshona's snug, warm pussy, and
she could feel telltale signs of the extra little gusher of
juice the girl often emitted, especially when she came as
hard as this.
Deshona sensed it too, her eyes coming slowly back into
focus. Her fingers were also still embedded in Laura's
gently-pulsing cunt, still moving tenderly now and then,
stroking Laura with deep, intimate finesse.
"Uh oh, I think I made another little wet on you," she
whispered, with a warm, charming smile. "Hope I didn't get
any on my expensive carpet."
Over Deshona's shoulder, Laura could see the dog,
Molly, sitting in the doorway, tongue out, panting, looking
at them curiously. "I think we gave Molly a thrill," she
murmured, kissing Deshona's cheek, her other cheek, her
forehead, her lips finally. "I know we gave me one."
"Me too," Deshona grinned, extracting her hand now and
sitting up. "I've got to get a towel and wipe this up
before it sinks in and smells."
Laura held up her wet fingers and licked them
sensually. "Mmmm, I want to lick where this came from," she
said softly, suggestively.
Deshona made a face. "I don't see how you can do
that."
"Simple. I love your pussy. You have an exquisitely
gorgeous pussy."
"I know," Deshona grinned. "You've told me before. I
guess it's `love me, love my pussy.'"
"I love them both."
"Don't you ever get enough? God, I feel like I just
had a warehouse dumped on me. I haven't come that hard
since the last time we did it."
Having completed licking her fingers, Laura reached out
and dragged Deshona down again with her on the carpet, being
careful to avoid the wet spot. "I don't ever get enough of
you," she purred, beginning to kiss Deshona's round, naked
breasts again.
But Deshona giggled, wriggling free. "We've got to
clean it up. Go in the bedroom. I'll be in after I mop up
the mess."
Laura hopped up. "Come on, Molly. You can keep me
company while we wait for this woman to bring me her
gorgeous pussy, so I can sing my love song to it."
"Just go wash out your mouth if you plan to kiss me
again," Deshona shouted after her as she and Molly pranced
down the hall in the direction of Deshona's bedroom.
While waiting, she scratched Molly behind the ears and
looked at the bed. Molly was very interested in the smell
on Laura's fingers, and Laura was interested in the bed.
She and Deshona had screwed in it before, during one of
Deshona's periodic estrangements from `Charles'. But Laura
knew he was screwing her in it on a regular basis now, and
the thought made her slightly nauseous.
She went in the bathroom and, as a courtesy to her
hostess, washed out her mouth with Lavoris and washed off
her fingers with antibacterial soap. There, I hope that
makes you happy, darling, she thought. Now I am going to
lick your pussy until you scream.
She went back into the bedroom and pulled the spread
down, exposing the sheets. Silent as a cat, Deshona
suddenly appeared behind her, pushing her hard breasts into
Laura's back, kissing her shoulders and slipping her own
hands under Laura's arms, encircling Laura's body and
cupping Laura's breasts in her palms.
"Did you wash your mouth out, you bad thing, so I can
kiss you?" she murmured.
Laura turned and pulled her down on the bed playfully,
forcing a hot, wet kiss on her. "You decide. Did I?"
"I hate tasting my own pussy juice," Deshona giggled,
squirming away.
Laura caught her and they wrestled and tussled for a
few seconds, enjoying the feel of their smooth, naked bodies
rubbing together. Finally, Laura got Deshona onto her
stomach and began kissing her phenomenal back, stroking her
firm, lovely round bottom with both hands.
"I ought to spank you for being so naughty and avoiding
me," she growled softly, teasing, letting a playfully
menacing tone creep into her voice.
"You wouldn't dare," Deshona said, smiling back over
her shoulder, enjoying the way Laura's was sensually
massaging her ass.
"Oh? You don't think so?"
Lifting her hand, she let the flat of her palm lightly
strike one of Deshona's firm dark brown buns, not too hard
but hard enough to sting a little.
"Oooohhh . . . that kind of tingles!" Deshona laughed.
"Mmmm, you like that, don't you. I'll bet the other
one wants to feel it too."
Still smiling, though ambiguously this time, as if the
situation were not entirely amusing, Deshona cocked an
eyebrow, the same one she had cocked while accusing Laura of
desiring Taneesha, which she had been totally correct about.
"Don't you dare," she warned Laura under her breath.
Always up for a challenge, Laura grinned and smacked
her harder with the flat of her hand on Deshona's other
firm, round buttock.
"Ownnchh!" Deshona gasped. "Oh shit . . . that does
feel kind of good," she giggled afterward.
Laura saw a little water come into her eyes. She let
her hand rest on one round, firm globe of Deshona's
delectable ass, feeling a sexual rush that she knew was
nearly equal to what Deshona must be feeling. Her fingers
were just inches from Deshona's oozing pussy. It would be
so easy just to slip them down under her buns and into it.
She knew Deshona half-expected her to do it. Instead,
Laura teased her by lifting her palm and slapping the globe
of flesh again, but this time more lightly, watching the
beautiful firm round flesh jiggle slightly.
Deshona looked back over her shoulder, expectantly. "Oh
. . . you really are mad at me, aren't you," she grinned,
letting a look of mock fright pass across her face.
And this was a peculiar moment for Laura, since she
actually was a little angry at Deshona for all her shilly-
shallying with Charles, for letting Laura comfort her, and
fuck her, and love her, and then running back to him and not
calling Laura at all. Not even once. And yet it was a
playful moment, and crackling with an undercurrent of sexual
electricity, which Laura did not want to spoil by indulging
her anger.
She remembered when she had spanked Randi, which had
resulted in a sexual meltdown on more than one occasion.
Deshona hated Randi, and it was very bizarre that they would
both respond in almost the same way. Deshona was nearly
flirting with her, wiggling her beautiful naked ass
slightly, as if daring Laura to continue.
"You're kinky, Laura," she breathed, her eyelids heavy.
"You want to punish me, don't you."
Tightening her lips into a thin, menacing grimace,
Laura said nothing and raised her hand again, this time
letting it descend again with a crack on the first round
buttock she had spanked. Deshona's face froze in shock.
More tears came into her eyes.
"Ouch! Shit!"
The smack of her hand this time against Deshona's ass
sent a hot, thrilling tingle all through Laura's body. She
could feel prickly fires awaken in her cunt, and the pulse
hammered in her throat. Even though Deshona's eyes blurred
with tears, Laura could see them fastened on Laura's swaying
breasts, which moved when Laura delivered the blow.
"You could have called," she said softly, glowering at
Deshona, lifting her hand again.
She knew Deshona could have wiggled her body to the
side to escape, or rolled over, but she also knew they both
were enjoying it too much. Laura could even see the erotic
pleasure Deshona was receiving from it mingled in her dark
eyes with the obvious pain.
"You've been a bad little girl," she said under her
breath, smacking the other side of Deshona's exquisite ass
again.
"Ohhnnnn!" Deshona's forehead furrowed with distress
and pain. "Owww! Laura . . . please!"
But neither one could really tell whether this `please'
meant `Please stop' or `Please pour it on'.
"A bad little girl . . . with a beautiful bottom,"
Laura panted, smacking Deshona's ass twice more with the
flat of her palm, this time stinging blows that made Deshona
whimper.
Deshona was also panting now too, though, squirming on
the sheet, somehow uptilting her beautiful round ass into
each of Laura's slaps, gasping, emitting little pinched-off
squeals deep in her throat, but making no real effort to get
away. Laura could feel the sexual tension building to an
explosive point. Deshona's eyes, when she looked back over
her shoulder, were now not only murky from wild sex but also
red and half-delirious. Laura realized that both of them
were enjoying it far more than they would have thought.
There was even something magical and mystical about it
to her. The feel of Deshona's firm round cheeks against her
palm somehow sent crackling through Laura's body a wildfire
of lust. The way Deshona squirmed and wept and whimpered on
the sheet but made no attempt to escape transfixed Laura
with fierce, magnetic excitement, and she sometimes paused
between blows to feel the ripple of Deshona's ass muscles
under her sensitive palm, to feel the smooth, inflamed skin
of Deshona's ass against her trailing fingertips.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" Deshona gasped. "Oh shit . . .
owwnchhh! Aiieeee! Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . . oh god
yes! Do it faster! Yes . . . you're right . . . I've been
bad. Do it hard! Owwngghhh! Ungghhh! Oh!"
And now both of them were lost, caught up in the hot
frenzy of it, unable to control their wild needs. The bed
was shaking, both of them were mewling and panting, Deshona
was burrowing her face into the sheet but raising her ass to
Laura at the same time, and Laura was whacking it hard with
her hand, feeling the tingle shoot through her arm and
somehow flow in a hot current directly to her throbbing
pussy, while she saw Deshona grimace with acute sexual
pleasure and heard her whimper almost hysterically.
The wet, shiny red seam of Deshona's inflamed pussy was
now visible-in fact, impossible to ignore-just below the
bulging moons of Deshona's ass cheeks, and Laura's eyes
could not look away from it. She could smell it too, all
musky and aromatic and wildly arousing, a festering, juicy
slit of cunt-honey. She loved Deshona's pussy, which was
among the most exquisitely shaped she had ever seen or
tasted, and she never wanted to end a moment like this one
without being able to taste it again.
And yet, given what they were now doing, she knew that
licking Deshona's peerless quim would not deliver what they
both craved. In fact, Deshona was now growling half-
hysterically into the rumpled sheet.
"Ungghhh . . . fuck me, Laura . . . ungghhh . . .
please . . . please fuck me," she groaned, her words half-
muffled and obscured by the crumpled sheet under her face.
But they were briefly out of synch since Laura, in
response to her own excitement as well as Deshona's pleas,
had begun to spank her faster, gritting her teeth and
smacking the girl's round buns fiercely in quick, sharp
slaps that drove them both to the very highest pitch of
sexual frenzy. Deshona writhed, wincing, groaning, the
muscles in her delicious dark brown back that Laura had
kissed and rubbed so many times flexing and rippling, her
ass now warm to the touch from the blistering thwacks of
Laura's palm.
Laura could not resist sliding her hand down now-after
another resounding slap that brought tight squeals of
pleasure laced with pain from Deshona's throat-below
Deshona's inflamed moons, slipping two, then three fingers
into the warm, burbling cauldron of Deshona's gaping pussy.
"Ungghh! Oh yes!" Deshona gasped immediately, looking
up at Laura, her lovely face contorted by unbearable sexual
tension, nodding wildly. "Yes . . . yes!"
Instinctively, she also swirled her ass back, pushing
her cunt up against Laura's penetrating fingers. Deshona's
pussy was so wet and open so wide that it was very little
trouble to quickly push her whole small hand completely into
it. Laura realized that it had surprised them both. She
had fisted Deshona before, and others, but she had never
felt her hand slip so easily into anyone's cunt as it did
this time.
Deshona, raising her head up off the sheet with effort,
nodded again rapidly at Laura, her black eyes glazed and
fiery with fierce need. "Yes! Ungghhhh! Yes! Oh Laura .
. . yes!"
Even in her own state of feverish lust mania, Laura let
a sly smile pass across her lips. You aren't going to take
very long to come this time, sweetie, she thought. I've
never seen you so tightly wound as this. Oh, I do love you
so much, you darling. You gorgeous darling. You're going
to come now. Get ready. (As if you weren't ready, my
love.)
She began fucking Deshona's snug, wet pussy with her
hand, pushing it in up to the wrist, feeling Deshona's
luscious small body quiver under her, hearing the tight,
ecstatic mewling that rose out of her lungs. The memory
flashed like lightning through Laura's mind of having fucked
Randi this way, long ago, after spanking her too. But it
was so different now, not only a different woman, but a
different feeling. With Randi, it had been barely
controlled violence and sharp, almost vicious passion,
whereas with Deshona it quickly became a magical, rhythmic
dance that they shared, their bodies surging together and
apart, Laura's whole hand sunk in the most intimate part of
Deshona's body, both of them locked in a profound sexual
trance as the gathering storm overtook them.
Laura leaned forward over Deshona's lovely back,
letting her own naked breasts skim along the smooth,
rippling muscles, grasping the flesh between Deshona's neck
and shoulder with her free hand, squeezing it, twisting her
fist inside Deshona's tight pussy, kissing the shallows
under her amazing sculptured shoulderblades. I love you, I
love you, and I love your body. Oh yes . . . come, honey .
. . come. I think I might come too, just from feeling you
explode.
"Ounngghhh . . . unghhhh . . . auungghhhh!" Deshona
moaned, grinding her hips and swirling her pussy back up
into Laura's hand, occasionally gagging and gasping as the
sensations grew too acute for her to bear. "Ohhnngggg god .
. . Laura, yes! Ounngghh!"
"Mmmmm, you like it?" Laura whispered, leaning even
closer, mashing her naked breasts now into Deshona's back.
By now Deshona was so deep into a groaning, grunting,
writhing rhythm of fucking that she couldn't even reply.
Laura, whose lust for her body was very intense already,
felt it growing even hotter. She managed to slip her free
hand under Deshona's body and grab one of her round, firm
breasts with it, squeezing it hard. At the same instant,
she crushed Deshona's body against her as hard as she could,
plunging her hand deep into Deshona's pussy and sucking the
nape of her neck sharply at the same time. This will make
her come, she realized, feeling Deshona's small body shudder
under her.
"Ungghh! Ouunngghhh!" Deshona groaned.
"Oh yes!" Laura gasped. "Do it, honey!"
"AUUNNGGHHHHH!" Deshona suddenly cried out, her small
body almost jackknifing under Laura as a wrenching spasm
gripped her.
"Oh yes, baby yes!" Laura panted, clutching her even
harder, twisting her fist and again plunging it deep.
"OOUNNGGHIIIIEEEE! Oh . . . oh shit . . .
auunngghhhh!"
She came hard, twisting and groaning under Laura, her
body shaken by repeated convulsions, her groans increasingly
weak and attenuated as the wavelets of her orgasm spread
throughout her undulating body, until finally she was cooing
and gurgling helplessly in the aftermath of twitches and
quivering that swept through her flesh once the full force
of her climax had subsided. Now, finally, she lay face down
and panting, her body completely still, with Laura still
clutching her, embracing her, lying on top of her.
"Oh god, here . . . let me let you breathe," Laura
said, rolling off her, carefully extracting her wet hand
from the pleasure pit.
As always with Deshona, there was a lot of juice, but
this time not so much as she had earlier gushed onto the
living room carpet. Still, Laura's hand was shiny wet, and
Deshona's thighs were smeared with it. But, looking groggy
and beautiful after this crushing orgasm, she rolled over
half onto her side, disregarding the wet mess in her crotch,
and pulled Laura down roughly next to her, pushing her
breasts into Laura's, kissing Laura with a mixture of
passionate gratitude and hunger.
"How can you be so good?" she asked, slightly hoarse,
dropping her hand to Laura's dripping, throbbing pussy and
quickly slipping two fingers up into it. "I'm going to kiss
this beauty into heaven right now. No arguments."
She slid quickly down Laura's body and between Laura's
yawning thighs.
"You won't get any from me," Laura smiled, sliding her
fingers through the soft cloud of Deshona's hair to touch
and caress her scalp, gasping as she felt Deshona's tongue
on the aching folds of her pussy. "Ahhnnnnn!"
It was all over for Laura in a hurry. She rarely had
trouble coming fast, and the excitement of bringing on
Deshona's orgasm had wound her tight already. Nevertheless,
she wanted it to last, and she tried to distract both
herself and Deshona by playful caresses and by talking to
her.
"Aren't you going to . . . spank me . . . too?" she
panted, slowly moving her pussy into Deshona's mouth, almost
unable to stand the sweet pleasure that was pulsing through
her body. "And fist . . . fist-fuck me . . . too?"
"Do you want that, you wild little pervert?" Deshona
laughed throatily. "Frankly, honey, I don't think you're
going to last long enough."
"Unhhh . . . unhhh!" Laura panted, now undulating more
rapidly, more and more out of control. "God . . . I don't
think so either!"
Five seconds later she was inundated by a sweet flood
of coming that seemed to pour through her body like rushing,
flowing hot lava, its sweetness heightened by Deshona's
continuing, devoted attention to her pussy even while she
was coming.
"Ohhnnnnnn . . . ahhnnnnnn . . . oh darling . . . oh
Desh-" she gasped, her fingertips scrabbling now across
Deshona's scalp, buried in the dense, soft cloud of
Deshona's hair, her pussy continuing to pulse and throb as
Deshona still licked and tickled it with her clever,
persistent tongue. "Oh god . . . it's so good! Unhhhhhhh!
Oh yes!"
She lost track of time, almost as if she had blacked
out, though she knew that didn't happen. But the experience
was almost paralytic, though with tenderness more than
breathtaking rapture, and it seemed to her as if they were
frozen together like that, with Deshona's lips still pressed
to Laura's throbbing slit, for an impossibly long time. In
reality, it was only a few seconds before Deshona, smiling,
in fact beaming with pride from the orgasm she had given
Laura, finally sat up.
"Mmm, you did a good one, girl," she said softly. "See
. . . I didn't have time to spank you."
"Want to do it now?" Laura asked, looking up at her
with a smoky glance.
Deshona smiled, almost bashfully. "I think the fire
department's already on the way here," she said. "Anyway,
if there aren't enough sales at the mall, or dudes, my niece
might be back sooner than we want her. And that reminds me,
weren't we supposed to be going over those papers instead of
fucking our brains out?"
Laura grinned back, a little ruefully. Deshona had
mentioned in the past-and Laura had not forgotten-that her
`ex'-husband Charles's favorite expression involved fucking
her brains out. But she let it pass. What else could she
do?
Deshona went into the bathroom that adjoined the master
bedroom, and Laura, still feeling a little groggy herself
following her powerful climax, wandered as if sleepwalking
back toward the living room to retrieve her scattered
clothes. She was halfway across the living room in the
direction of the window, where they had earlier slumped to
the floor in a hot sexual frenzy, when she felt something
odd and turned her head.
Her heart nearly stopped from the surprise. Taneesha
was sitting here, legs crossed, reading a magazine and
eating an apple. She smiled at Laura, who was completely
naked, and who somewhat foolishly tried at first to cover
her body with her hands, but then, realizing it was silly
and fruitless, dropped them to her sides.
"Hi," Taneesha said, brightly, as if nothing at all
were unusual.
"You're . . . back," Laura croaked softly.
"It was boring," Taneesha said, turning a page of her
magazine. She smiled again at Laura, conspicuously natural,
not even looking at Laura's body, as if the fact that Laura
was naked was the most natural thing in the world.
Calmly, Laura bent down to pick up her clothes, and
Deshona's too, while she was at it.
"I guess maybe I should've stayed away a little
longer," Taneesha said, though not with any sense of self-
reproach.
"Oh . . . well . . ." Laura said vaguely, now holding
all the clothes up in front of her nakedness. "I guess I'll
. . . go . . . you know, get dressed."
Taneesha gave her a very sugary, innocent smile, as if
to say that she had no idea what had been going on but was
just being sweet and polite. Dazed and shocked, Laura
returned to Deshona's bedroom. She tossed the clothes onto
the bed just as Deshona was emerging from the bathroom.
"Did you see a ghost or something?" Deshona asked.
"She's back."
Deshona looked puzzled.
"Your niece. She's sitting in the living room . . .
eating an apple."
"Oh shit."
They looked at each other, totally at a loss what to
do. Half-disgusted and half-embarrassed, Deshona reached
down and began to sort quickly through the clothes for hers.
Laura put a hand on her arm.
"Don't let her spoil it," she said gently. She raised
both hands to Deshona's face, holding it, kissing her mouth
with slow, searching emotion. "This was so special. I love
you so much. I don't want this moment to be spoiled."
Tears came to Deshona's black eyes, which she quickly
shook away. "The little twit!" she spat. "I've had about
as much as I can take of her."
"Shhhh . . . shhhhh," Laura said, soothing her,
stroking her cheek. "I love you."
Now a fresh tear did spill out of each one of Deshona's
eyes and trickled down her cheeks. "I . . . love you too,
Laura. I'm sorry I didn't call. Life is . . . so damned
complicated. Sometimes I can't take it."
They both slipped back into their clothes. As she
often felt, Laura was sad to see Deshona's beautiful flesh
being covered up again. She knew it was an embarrassing
situation. They had made a lot of sexual noise, especially
Deshona, who had truly screamed pretty loudly when she came.
But even if it was a prickly and difficult mess, Laura
couldn't help wanting her, even now, wanting to tear her
clothes off again, wanting to suck her and bite her and
squeeze her and devour her, even now as she saw the
characteristic cold, aloof, remote aura begin to surround
Deshona as she prepared to face her sister's daughter, who
knew now that `Auntie' had been rutting shamelessly in the
bedroom with another woman.
"Let's just act like nothing happened," she said
softly, trying to catch Deshona's eye. "I'll just act like
I was going to the toilet or something."
"Naked?"
Laura made a smirk-frown. "It's like just denying it.
Make her believe she imagined it."
Deshona looked exasperated. "Right."
"Anyway, what does she care if we were fucking?" Laura
asked. "It isn't any of her business what you do."
Deshona came close. She stroked Laura's cheek
tenderly. "We don't like to let people in our family have
more power over us than they should," she whispered. "Don't
you feel that way?"
Glumly, Laura nodded. "I guess I should leave."
Deshona caught her before she could leave the bedroom.
She embraced Laura gingerly. "I promise to call this time,"
she said, husky-voiced. "I had fun."
"Fun is hardly the word for it," Laura grinned. "I'll
bet your booty tingles."
Deshona giggled, suspending for a brief second her
frosty aloofness, which she had dropped momentarily to hold
Laura in her arms. "It tingles good. I can't believe I'm
as kinky as you are."
Laura pinched her arm. "Bitch," she teased. "Next
time I'm going to spank you until you beg me to stop."
"Promise?"
"Just call, okay? I can't call you."
"What about the papers?"
"I don't know anything about them at all. Rhonda just
wanted me to deliver them to you."
"What great luck," Deshona smiled. "I'll bet she had
no idea we would be doing this."
Laura winked at her. "A little work break," she said.
"Are you going to walk me to the door? Does it look too . .
. obvious?"
Deshona took a deep breath. "I guess there's no
avoiding it."
Together they walked through the living room. They
both looked straight ahead so as not to give Taneesha, who
was still sitting in the same place, a chance to speak to
them. Deshona gave Laura a tight smile as she started to
close the door behind her.
"Bye."
"Bye." Love you, Laura mouthed, letting her eyes
linger meaningfully on Deshona's.
She walked quickly to her car, afraid of what she might
hear inside the house if she lingered on the steps.
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at
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