Chapter 137



     The emotional aftermath of her evening with Shavon was
very troubling for Laura.  How can you be in love with at
least three different women at the same time? she wondered.
Trina, Jonelle, and Shavon?  And if you are, then what are
your feelings for Karen, for Yvette, for Randi?  Not to
mention Sholandra, or Cecilia?

     Of course, her deep feelings for Jonelle were only
allowed to surface periodically, whenever they saw one
another, rarely more than once a year.  But she slept with
Trina at least once a week, and they devoured each other
hungrily.  And her evening with Shavon had left her glowing
in a warm heavenly halo of love.  She couldn't think of
living without either of them.  The thought of Shavon's
husband fucking her kept Laura awake, and made her stomach
churn in hot jealousy.

     But with Trina, everything seemed idyllic.  Even more
than idyllic, for Trina had turned into an absolute demon in
bed.  Nowadays she fucked Laura with wild abandon, more
aggressively and ardently than ever before.  Their nights
together began to be exhausting, both physically and
emotionally.  Laura didn't know what had come over her, but
she relished every second since she had long feared arousing
Trina's suspicion that she, Laura, was an oversexed lesbian
with insatiable needs.

     When Trina fucked her exhaustingly, she felt justified
in returning the favor, and for weeks now by midnight
neither could lift an arm.  But, three days after her
evening with Shavon, while Trina was heatedly devouring
Laura's pussy before Laura was even completely undressed,
Laura suddenly remembered how she herself would sometimes
turn on extra passion when she felt guilty about being with
another lover, sometimes only hours beforehand.
     
     It was almost, but not quite, enough to spoil her
orgasm.  She returned Trina's passion just as heatedly,
pushing her earlier thoughts out of her mind, and again by
midnight they could both barely move.
     
     "We've got to cut this out, hon'," Trina told her.
"I'm getting too old to ball this much.  I ache when I get
up in the morning."
     
     "But a good ache," Laura smiled.
     
     Trina, however, was solemn.  "I . . . got something I
should tell you," she said, looking away evasively.
     
     Laura could feel the chill almost immediately.  Oh god,
here it comes!  "What is it?" she asked softly, preparing
for the worst.
     
     "I . . . met this . . . guy, you know," Trina said,
haltingly.
     
     Laura shut her eyes.  Oh god.  She let him sleep with
her.  He's in love with her.  Who wouldn't be in love with
her?
     
     Trina smiled obscurely.  "Wants me to marry him, hon'.
Wants me to have a baby, too."
     
     Laura couldn't keep herself from visibly stiffening.
She felt like stone.  She almost did not feel Trina's finger
tenderly caressing her cheek.  And, worst of all, she
realized that tears were sliding down her cheeks.  Such a
faker! she swore to herself.  How many women have you fucked
behind her back?  And you have the nerve to cry because some
guy fell in love with her while you were busy licking some
other sweet black pussy.
     
     "Don't cry, hon'."
     
     "I'm not," Laura sniffed.  "I love you, I want you to
be happy.  I want Shawna to be happy."
     
     "I love you too, hon'.  I really do.  But you know I'm
not really . . . well, this way.  It's only you.  I never
wanted to sleep with no other women.  It's just you and me .
. . we clicked, you know?  Even he doesn't make me feel like
you do."
     
     Of course both of them were still both completely naked
while Trina was talking, and for Laura it was as if she were
seeing Trina's spectacular naked body for the first time.
It was also as if Rina were in the room with them, also in
Trina's body, looking out at her with the same pain and
guilt and confessing that there was another, a man, that
their relationship would never be the same from now on.
     
     Trina embraced her.  "I can't turn my back on this
guy," she said softly, even as her thick, gleaming, bulbous
nipples brushed Laura's and filled Laura's body with sexual
electricity, even though they had already fucked five or six
times.  "This man wants a normal family life.  With me.
With my daughter.  What would you do?"
     
     Laura laughed softly through her tears.  "Tell him to
take a hike?"
     
     "Can't do it, hon'."
     
     Her full, sensual mouth was only inches from Laura's.
Both were throbbing with emotional pain and renewed sexual
desire.  Laura's pain was intense, a mixture of loss, the
loss of this wonderful woman and her infinitely desirable
body, and hot, corrosive jealousy at the thought of this new
man, this interloper, who was now fucking her in Laura's
absence, feasting on Trina's ripe, superlative breasts,
ramming his hard long cock into her sweet, gorgeous pussy.
     
     "I can't live without you, Trina," Laura whispered.
     
     "Maybe you don't have to," Trina whispered back, now
crying softly herself.  "Maybe I can see you . . . now and
then."
     
     "Wouldn't you feel like you were betraying him?  Having
a hot, secret lesbian fuck with me on the side?"
     
     Trina grinned through her own tears.  "You make it
sound so exciting."
     
     They kissed, mingling tongues, a sweet, tender kiss
that grew hotter by the second.  They began fucking with a
kind of desperate urgency that was entirely new to them but
which gave their caresses a sharp piquancy.  And now it was
Laura's turn to be aggressive.  She was filled with an
aching sense of loss as well as a heedless passion for this
marvelous girl, and she was all over Trina's naked body like
a hot whirlwind.
     
     Even though they had fucked hard and long together,
they had never really got rough, and now Laura's sexual
hunger was a little too much for Trina.
     
     "Owwncchh . . . oh!  Oh hon' . . . gosh, not so hard,
that hurts!" she cried out as Laura squeezed one large, firm
breast and tried to swallow Trina's big, swollen black
nipple.
     
     "Oh, I'm sorry," she panted, crazed with lust.  "Did I
do it too hard?"
     
     "Do it again," Trina panted back.  "Go ahead.  Jeez, it
felt good.  Oh!  Ohnnnggg . . . god, Laura, oh god oh yes!
Ungghh!"
     
     "Ohhnnnn I love you, Trina, how can you leave me for a
man, I love you, I love to fuck you, he could never make you
feel like this," Laura panted as she manipulated Trina's
extraordinary body, bringing her in only a few minutes to a
violent seizure of coming.
     
     It was unlikely that Trina had ever come this hard,
even in Laura's hands.  She lost her breath and pushed her
face into a pillow as it suddenly came back in sharp,
uncontrollable whinnying as the fierce spasms of sexual
pleasure wrenched her luscious body.  Laura had not given
up, either.  Her mouth was fastened to Trina's streaming
pussy, her hands clutching the girl's smooth, perfectly
round asscheeks, and she quickly brought Trina to another
violent orgasm.
     
     Finally, Trina had to beg her to stop.
     
     "Please, hon', I'm gon' wake Shawna if you keep it up,"
she panted, glassy-eyed, her beautiful face almost blasted
with the intensity of ecstacy she had endured.
     
     "God I love you," Laura said, crying unashamed now.
     
     "Love you too, but fucking me to death ain't going to
change anything," Trina said softly.  "Now lie still and let
me make you come one more time so you don't leave thinking
poorly of me."
     
     "How could I?"
     
     "Lie back."
     
     "Oh god it feels so good to have you touch me.  Ahhh!
Oh yes!"
     
     "I like doin' it with you too, hon'," Trina purred to
her as she turned on all the skill Laura had taught her in
the past few months.  "You think I'm pretty, but you have
the most beautiful body I ever saw, and the most beautiful
face too."
     
     Laura gave in to it.  There was a desolate sadness deep
inside her now, but the sexual feelings Trina aroused in her
body were impossible to ignore.  Trina hovered over her,
dangling her large, perfect breasts in Laura's face, gasping
as Laura chased her big, burtsing nipples with her mouth,
rubbing Laura's pussy with her hand.
     
     I may never have these beautiful, beautiful breasts in
my face ever again! Laura thought, holding the precious
globes in her hands, licking Trina's big soft nipples and
sucking them in fierce desperation.  This drove Trina wild,
and brought Laura closer and closer to an orgasm at the same
time.  Sucking Trina's gorgeous breasts while being hand-
fucked often made her come unbelievably, and this time the
poignant knowledge that things would never be the same
between them in the future made the moment even sharper.
     
     Laura had already had six orgasms that evening, but
this one nearly made her faint.  Her pelvis churned
frantically as she pushed her inflamed pussy up into Trina's
whirling hand.  Trina's forefinger and middle finger swirled
in a tight circle on Laura's clit, and her wild,
uncontrollable moans aroused Laura even further.  Laura
managed to get one hand on Trina's wet pussy too, while with
the other she continued to hold one or the other of the
girl's amazing, dangling breasts, sucking Trina's nipples
harder and harder.
     
     The bed began to creak because they were fucking each
other so hard, but there was no way they could stop.  They
strained and gasped and writhed and churned deliriously,
panting and moaning and suddenly coming together in a wild
mix of groaning and hot whimpering.  It was probably the
most exciting, uncontrollable orgasm they had ever shared,
since their fucking, while intense, was usually restrained
by the need not to awaken Shawna in the next room.  And of
course, exactly what they had feared in the past came true
now.
     
     Shawna, rubbing her eyes, appeared at the bedroom door.
Both Trina and Laura were completely naked, their bodies
entangled, their hands wet with one another's juices and
still in each other's groin.  They were panting hard, and
totally stunned by a shockingly deep and moving sexual
experience.
     
     "Mommy . . . what's happening?" Shawna asked softly.
"Are you and Auntie Laura loving each other again?  You woke
me up."
     
     "Hon', we were loving each other . . . yes," Trina
replied softly, removing her hand casually from Laura's
pussy, as if it were very normal for her to have it there.
     
     She and Laura both took care not to behave guiltily, to
grab up their clothing too fast, or seem ashamed.  Their
clothes were scattered everywhere anyway, where they had
flung them in their hot haste to get to bed.
     
     "I love your Mommy very much, sweetheart," Laura said
to Shawna.
     
     Trina smiled ambiguously at Laura.
     
     "Mr. Grantson loves my Mommy too," Shawna told her.
     
     Laura bit her lower lip.  Mr. Grantson.  Trina's new
man.  The one who's sticking his dick into her.  The one who
wants her to have another kid.  The one who's taking her
away from me.
     
     "That's nice," Laura said politely.
     
     "Hon', let me get you a drink of water and put you back
to bed," Trina said gently, getting up from the bed.
     
     Laura couldn't take her eyes off Trina's glossy,
spectacular body, her firm, bobbing breasts, her sleek,
shapely thighs as Trina crossed the room.  Shawna followed
her mother out the bedroom door, glancing back over her
shoulder at the naked Laura on the bed, in the rumpled
sheets.
     
     In a few minutes Trina returned.  "Don't you think you
better get dressed, hon'?" she asked.
     
     "I want you again.  I can't get enough of you."
     
     Trina grinned, the happy schoolgirl grin Laura had seen
from her, and from Rina, in the very beginning.  "You a
horny devil, for a woman, Laura," she teased.  "I don't
think we can wake her again."
     
     Reluctantly, Laura began to dress.  "When will I see
you again?"
     
     "You mean like this?" Trina asked, raising one eyebrow.
     
     "Don't tell me you don't want me too," Laura said.
     
     "I do."  Trina was still stark naked, though Laura was
partially clothed now.  She saw Laura looking at her body.
"Nobody ever made me feel like you do."
     
     "Even Mr. Grantson?  With his big prick?" Laura asked,
cuttingly.
     
     Trina blinked.  "You got no call to be nasty."  Then
she went over to Laura and kissed her.  "Ain't because of
you, hon'," she said softly.  "I need more than this.  I
need more than just fucking.  Maybe you don't.  And I like
his big dick, as you put it.  I like it too.  But he never
made me feel like you do, that's the truth."
     
     Laura went to her and cradled her large firm breasts in
her palms.  "Do you let him shoot his cum all over these?"
she asked, mournfully.
     
     "Are you kidding?  That's sick!  Where'd you ever get
an idea like that in the first place?"
     
     "Oh . . . a friend of mine told me she lets her husband
do that."
     
     "Hon', I let him deposit it in the right place," Trina
grinned.
     
     "That sweet sweet pussy I love so much."
     
     "You'll love it even more when you can't have it so
often," Trina joked.
     
     Laura couldn't stop the big tears from sliding down her
cheeks again.  "I'm sorry, Trina," she apologized.  "I can't
help loving you."
     
     "Hon', I love you too."
     
     "I'm going to rape you if you don't put on some
clothes.  You made me get dressed."
     
     Trina grabbed a bathrobe and slipped into it.  She
walked Laura to the door.  They kissed with deep emotion,
lingering, expressing all their feelings through their
mouths.
     
     "He can't love you like I do," Laura whispered, crying
again.
     
     Trina shook her head.  "He don't.  But he loves me all
the same."
     
     "I know."  Laura stepped out into the corridor.  "Call
me.  When you can."
     
     Trina nodded and winked before shutting the door.