Chapter 140
     
     
     Bernice and Randi certainly knew how to take the pain
of losing Trina away.  Laura was actually satiated for
several days after her bouts with these two.  I must be
getting old, she thought.  I used to be able to fuck for
days without noticing it, except with Karen, when it hurt
afterward.  But I can remember making love to four different
girls in the same week.  I must've come over fifty times.
Now just fifteen or twenty make me smile and glow for days.
     
     She was still smiling and glowing when she ran into
Sholandra at work.  This was a little worrisome since
Sholandra knew about her and Randi, and each was jealous of
the other.  Laura looked around nervously, hoping Randi
wasn't in the cafeteria.  But Sholandra had other things on
her mind.
     
     "I thought you and I were going to have a party with
those two guys," she said, acting saucy and fetching.  She
leaned close.  "You know, those two white dudes with the big
dicks."
     
     Laura blushed.  "I know who you mean," she said under
her breath, looking around to see if they were noticed.
     
     "I can't stop thinking about it," Sholandra said in a
half-whisper.  "I'm a little bit afraid, but at the same
time the thought makes my little black pussy just beat-beat-
beat like a crazy song, know what I mean?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I know."
     
     "So . . . did you call them?"
     
     "I will."
     
     "I just finished my period.  I'm as horny as a tick.
How about tomorrow night?"
     
     "I'll see . . . if they can make it.  I'm getting very
nervous talking about this here, Sholandra."
     
     "I know," Sholandra grinned.  "Call me.  Call them, and
call me."
     
     "I will."
     
     That same afternoon she had to meet with Shavon
Cunningham about the vendor contract.  Shavon's husband had
returned from his business trip, and Laura had not seen her
since their night together.  The minute she saw her, she
knew she had not been wrong.  Her knees actually grew weak.
Shavon was strikingly beautiful.
     
     They were alone together in a small conference room.
Laura closed the door.
     
     "God, my knees are weak," Shavon whispered guiltily,
mirroring Laura's reaction.
     
     "I'm so glad," Laura whispered back.  "I thought I was
the only one."
     
     They embraced and kissed scorchingly.  Laura pushed
Shavon against the door so that no one could open it and
surprise them.  Her hand caressed Shavon's incredibly smooth
black cheek, then dropped to her breasts, squeezing and
rubbing them through the fabric of her clothes.
     
     "I want you," she breathed.
     
     "The feeling is mutual," Shavon panted.  "It's hard to
get away . . . now that he's back."
     
     "What about right after work?"
     
     Laura recalled the other married girls she had met in
the past for quick trysts after work.  Yvette, Cecilia.  Now
Shavon.
     
     "Maybe I could make it for half an hour," Shavon said.
"Fortunately, you don't live far from here."  Her dark eyes
throbbed and pulsed.  "God, Laura, I'm dying for it."
     
     "Me too.  Let's leave here at four.  I can say you're
taking me to another site where they have this installed, so
I can see it."
     
     "Okay."
     
     "Meet me at my place at four twenty."
     
     "Yes," Shavon said.
     
     It was painful even to break their locked gaze.  Of
course they couldn't keep their mind on their business at
all.  Laura felt the wetness in her panties as she escorted
Shavon to the exit and returned to her desk.  She counted
the minutes-forty-three-until four o'clock.  We're going to
hurt each other, she thought.  It's going to be a wild rape.
     
     This thought made waiting even harder to bear.  She met
Shavon at the door to her building, and both found
themselves acting like criminals, looking around to see who
might be watching them.  It's because we don't want them to
see how we're about ready to fall to the ground and start
fucking before we can even get inside, Laura realized.
     
     Her hand shook as she let them into her apartment.
Shavon saw it.
     
     "Are you nervous?" she asked softly.
     
     I'm always nervous, Laura thought.  I always wonder if
they'll come back, after the first time.  If they do, I just
shake with happiness.
     
     "A little.  I didn't know if you'd . . . want to come
back.  You know," she looked down, embarrassed.
     
     Shavon reached over herself and fastened the deadbolt
lock.  She pulled Laura into her arms and kissed her with
shocking passion.
     
     "The only question is," she whispered, "can we make it
to the bedroom."
     
     Without speaking, Laura took her hand and they walked
to her bedroom.  Then they kissed again, more voraciously
than the first time.  They began unbuttoning buttons,
unzipping zippers.
     
     "Don't rip my clothes," Shavon half-giggled.  "I'll
have to explain."
     
     Laura carefully removed Shavon's blouse, then
unfastened her bra.  The thin straps slipped off Shavon's
gleaming black shoulders.  Laura's hands came up and cradled
her naked breasts.
     
     "If you suck them, I'm going to come standing right
here," Shavon confessed.
     
     "Then let's lie down."
     
     Quickly, they slipped out of the rest of their clothes.
They lay down together, trying to go slowly, but in the
middle of kissing they both lost control and began squeezing
one another's flesh and panting excitedly.
     
     "God, I love you, I want to fuck you so bad," Laura
confessed uncontrollably, dropping her mouth to Shavon's
beautiful large breasts, sucking her nipples sharply.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god, me too, me too!" Shavon gasped, her hand
quickly descending between Laura's thighs, finding Laura's
sopping wet pussy.
     
     "Oh yes!" Laura gasped.
     
     Shavon's dark eyes burned into hers.  "Fuck me, Laura.
Do it fast.  Oh!  Unhhh!  Yes!  Please!"
     
     Each girl had her hand in the other's pussy, and each
girl had the other's nipple in her mouth, her free hand
squeezing the breast rhythmically.  They fucked one another
fast and furiously until in fifteen seconds both were
erupting in hot gushers of coming.  Groaning, gyrating and
thrusting, they came deliriously in a thrashing, shuddering
chaos of ecstacy, milking the last spasm out of each other
before sighing and letting their bodies go slack.
     
     "Oh god, we never did it that way the first time,"
Shavon said softly, when she regained her breath.  "So fast
. . . so . . . so desperate."
     
     "We were hungry for each other."
     
     "I dream of you at night.  When he's asleep.  It's not
that he's a bad lover, you know.  He just isn't you.  He
couldn't fuck me like you just did.  Not in a hundred
years."
     
     "That's no way for a newlywed to talk," Laura teased.
     
     "Don't try to make me feel guilty."
     
     "I'm not.  I want you to come back.
     
     "I can't believe you ever thought I wouldn't.  Now that
we've got our desperate horniness for each other out of the
way, do you think we could make love slowly and sweetly,
like we did together the first time?"
     
     Laura smiled.  "You liked that, didn't you."
     
     "I loved it."
     
     They made love.  The first time was hungry, overheated,
reckless fucking, but now they took their time, caressing
one another tenderly and softly, sucking gently, tonguing
cleverly.  In about a minute, they ended up in sixty-nine,
and from that position each brought the other skillfully
along until they both arrived at their peak at the same
instant, and they came in a prolonged sweet agony of bliss.
     
     Afterward, cuddled together, Shavon confessed again.
     
     "You remember my friend Vondi, the one I told you about
who had her boobs surgically enhanced?"
     
     "The one your husband wanted to have a threesome with."
     
     "Right.  Her.  Well . . . I told her about us.  About
you and me, I mean."
     
     "Really?  Isn't she the one you didn't invite to your
wedding?"
     
     Shavon nodded.  "I got to thinking about it, after what
you said.  It really wasn't her fault.  It was his fault, of
course.  But he's just like all men, he thinks he's a
goddamned billygoat or something.  Anyway, I called her.  We
got together."
     
     Laura smiled.  She recalled in the back of her mind how
Shavon had said that she had not thought anything of Vondi's
exquisitely perfect new breasts at the time she had seen
them, but if she had gone to bed with Laura before that, and
realized how sweet and intense the sex could be between two
girls, she might have felt differently.  Did she feel
differently now?
     
     "I'm glad you patched things up," Laura said.
     
     "I think she wants to . . . sort of be with us, if you
know what I mean," Shavon said.
     
     "You mean she wants to do this with us?"
     
     Shavon nodded solemnly.  "I don't know for sure.  It's
just a feeling I got."
     
     "Maybe you want to `be with' her," Laura suggested
roguishly.
     
     Shavon giggled.  "I do, you're right.  I can't hide
anything from you.  But I think it would be so exciting with
the three of us together.  I might just die of excitement."
     
     Shavon shivered involunarily, a sharp shudder.  Laura
embraced her and squeezed her tightly, mashing their naked
breasts together, which aroused them again.
     
     "I think you're right," she said.  "It would be
exciting."
     
     "But I don't think she'd come if we just said it
outright.  Like, `drop on over, Vondi, we're going to have a
lesbian fucking party and we want to see your beautiful
boobies.'  Know what I mean?"
     
     "Maybe we have to arrange it to seem like an accident.
Like she's there with you, and I just happen to drop by . .
. unexpectedly.  You know?"
     
     "And of course it has to be when John is out of town,"
Shavon smirked petulantly.  "I hate to say this, but he's
beginning to get in the way of my love life."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "And after three months of
wedded bliss, too."
     
     "You're bad, girl," Shavon giggled.
     
     "You're beautiful," Laura said softly, kissing her,
sliding her tongue deep into Shavon's mouth.  "I want you
again, one more time before you leave."
     
     "But I have to go.  I can't be too late.  He thinks
every guy wants to fuck me as it is."
     
     "I'll bet every guy does," Laura said, dropping her
mouth to Shavon's lovely breasts.  "I sure do."
     
     "Ohhnnn!" Shavon moaned, holding one of her breasts in
both hands as Laura sucked her large black nipple in deep.
"God, I love the way you do that."
     
     When Shavon's nipple was wet and erect, Laura attacked
the other one.  Shavon began twisting and moaning.  Laura
was in seventh heaven.  She held Shavon's large, firm
breasts together and licked and sucked both wet, erect black
nipples in a heated frenzy, until Shavon almost lost
control.
     
     "I want to do it with our pussies together, like last
time," she panted.  "I almost died of coming when we did
that.  Please . . . Laura."
     
     Laura needed no convincing.  Hard as it was to tear
herself away from Shavon's beautiful breasts, she slid her
body down so that they could scissor their legs and move
their groins together.  They did it quickly, staring into
each other's eyes as their wet, inflamed pussies made
contact.
     
     "Unhh!" Laura gasped excitedly.
     
     Shavon's eyes rolled up in their sockets.  "Oh god!"
she whimpered.
     
     Slowly, they locked gazes and began to swirl their
hips.  The wet, slippery lips of their throbbing cunts slid
together, and their excited clits also brushed now and then,
making the breath tighten in their chests, and electrifying
their bodies.  Laura removed her eyes from Shavon's only now
and then to look at the girl's beautiful full breasts
jiggling and swirling too as their hip motions continued.
     
     It was sensual, rapturous fucking, a slow, grinding
rhythm that slowly increased, building into a pumping,
gasping frenzy in a minute or so.  Soon they were digging
their elbows into the mattress and clenching their teeth as
they swirling their flowing pussies together, their eyes
glazed, their breasts bobbing and swaying, their breath
short and labored.  Again the bed began to sing under them
as they undulated and twisted, whimpering and moaning now as
they drew closer and closer to the end.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes baby!" Laura gasped, seeing Shavon
nearly swoon as the sexual stimulation overcame her.
     
     "Oh!  Ungghh!  Oh . . . Laura!  Do . . . do it hard, do
it hard!"
     
     "Oh!  Are you going to come, baby?"
     
     "God, yes!  Ungghhh!  Yes!"
     
     Then Shavon's breath froze in her throat.  Her
beautiful face was torn with ecstacy.  She suddenly came in
torrents, her body straining and shuddering helplessly in
the grip of a fierce orgasm.
     
     "Aoowwnnggg!" she finally moaned, the wind tearing out
of her constricted throat as the spasms of her climax
continued to wrench her.
     
     The involuntary shuddering of her pelvis wiggled her
wet cunt against Laura's even more wildly than before, and
this combined with the flood of bliss that was washing over
Shavon made Laura come too, only seconds later.  Feeling a
sharp scream of pleasure erupt from her lungs, she pressed
her mouth against Shavon's smooth black calf just as a
boiling cauldron of pleasure spilled over inside her body.
     
     "Unnggh . . . ummnnnggg!" she groaned into Shavon's
leg, suddenly pumping wildly, pushing the hot, wet, squinchy
lips of her flaming pussy into Shavon's puckering furrow,
feeling their juices intermingle as they both came
thrillingly.
     
      Their flexing, straining, quivering bodies gradually
relaxed, and their wild cries tapered into soft whimpers and
long sighs.  Slowly, they disentangled their bodies and
embraced.  They kissed romantically.
     
     "It's always so good with you, Laura," Shavon whispered
in deep gratitude.
     
     "How could it be anything else?  You're so beautiful."
     
     "But I have to go.  My husband will kill me."
     
     This remark struck a dagger of fear through Laura.  She
and Trina had just broken up, and the memory of Rina's death
at the hands of her jealous boy friend was never far from
Laura.  And she could also remember being violently raped in
the ass by Arthur, Yvette's jealous husband.
     
     "Is he the jealous type?" she asked, concerned.  "I
mean, would he hurt you?  Or . . . me?"
     
     "Me . . . maybe.  He'll never find out about you, if I
can help it."
     
     "I don't want him to hurt you either."  Laura drew a
line down Shavon's impossibly smooth cheek with her
forefinger.
     
     "Let me put it this way.  He doesn't want anybody to
fuck me but him."
     
     "I know exactly how he feels," Laura said ruefully.
     
     Shavon smiled, twinkling with joy.  "I'm so glad."
     
     Reluctantly, they got dressed.  They kissed soulfully
by the door, before leaving Laura's apartment.  Laura
wondered whether to risk it, then finally whispered against
Shavon's silky cheek.
     
     "Be extra careful.  I knew a girl who got . . . killed
once."
     
     "Oh god, not really!" Shavon said, grasping the point
immediately.
     
     Laura gulped, holding back tears.  "Really.  Please be
careful."
     
     Shavon looked deep into Laura's eyes.  She was a very
sensitive woman and could sense Laura's pain, as well as
Laura's care for her.
     
     "You must've loved her," she whispered.
     
     Laura nodded.  "I love you, too."
     
     Shavon kissed Laura, a long, meaningful kiss, stroking
Laura's body through her clothes, a kiss that aroused them
both again.
     
     "I love you too, Laura," she mumured.  "I will be
careful.  I promise."
     
     "Go now before I rape you," Laura giggled through her
welling tears.
     
     Shavon smiled and slipped out the door.