Chapter 159

     Laura kissed her at the door, following Yvette with her
eyes to the elevator.  She closed her door and about thirty
seconds later heard someone knocking on it.  Thinking that
Yvette might have forgotten something, she opened it without
checking first.  It was Kendra.

     Since it was already evening, she was dressed casually
this time in a loose-fitting cream-colored jersey and jeans.
But her hard round breasts still jutted out under the
jersey, and the jeans were tight around her spectacular
thighs and peerless ass.  Laura tried, as before, not to
     stare.  I would die to get this woman in bed, she

     realized. "Laura . . . may I call you Laura?" Kendra

     asked.

     "Of course.  Want to come in?"

     "Maybe I'd better not."

     "I know what you're here for.  We made noise again.
I'm so sorry.  We lost control."

     Kendra grinned broadly.  "You sure did.  I almost lost
control myself.  You know, I hope you won't think I'm spying
or anything, but I peeked out to see that girl as she was
leaving.  I can see why you lost control.  God, hon', what a
knockout.  And a sister, too.  You and that beautiful sister
down here peeling the paint off the walls.  God, and so many
times, too!  What you two be doing together?  Never mind,
don't tell me.  I can figure it out.  But she was a
knockout."

     "I won't tell her you were spying."

     "Promise?  I feel like such a shit, doing it.  But I
couldn't stand the curiosity.  I almost had a sympathetic .
. . you know, little thingee, while I was listening to you
two.  God, hot?  I can hardly believe it.  Good thing my
daughter is staying late at school."

     "Then you can come in for a visit," Laura said, opening
the door wider.

     She realized belatedly that she was wearing only a
bathrobe and hadn't had a chance to put her hair back
together after her torrid fucking with Yvette.  She clearly
looked to Kendra like a wanton pervert who had just been
wailing away in sexual abandon only minutes earlier.  All
true.

     Kendra grinned at her.  "If you don't beat all."  She
looked quickly at Laura, up and down.  "I will come in for a
minute."

    Laura opened the door wider.  Kendra came in and sat
down on Laura's sofa.

       "Can I offer you something?  A glass of wine?"
                              
     "Sure."

       Laura brought two glasses of wine back from the
kitchen.  She clinked glasses with Kendra.  "Sorry I can't
be more . . . decent on your first visit."  Laura glanced
down at her bathrobe.

     "Don't worry about it, girl.  You been busy.  Very
busy."

    Laura smiled mysteriously.  "I was very good, though,
until today.  Right?  I mean, you didn't hear anything."

     Kendra smiled.  "That's right.  I was listening hard,
too.  Like I told you, it's not something you can ignore.
And now . . . that I've seen you, and her.  I think I'll be
listening even harder.  I never thought girls who like . . .
you know, girls, were such lookers.  Gosh, here you look
that Victoria's Secret model, what's her name?"

     "Stephanie Seymour."

     "Right.  And then that sister who was here looks like
Miss Black Universe or something.  And you two were lighting
each other's fire."

    Laura smiled, blushed deep red, and looked down into
her wine.

    "You don't have to blush.  I'm envious," Kendra said.
                              
    "You don't have to be envious," Laura said pointedly,
looking up at her from beneath her eyelids.

     But Kendra shook her head, vigorously.  "Oh no, I'm not
going there.  I have a lifelong love affair with Mr. Penis,
hon'.  Mr. Penis and I found out we get along real good.
Sometimes I have a little trouble with his owner, but I
never had a quarrel with Mr. Penis himself."

     Laura laughed throatily.  The wine was warming them
both, loosening their inhibitions.  "I have been known to
enjoy his company myself," she said.

     "Really?  You mean you, what do they call it, swing
both ways?"

       "I don't know what they call it.  I have a few
boyfriends, that's all."

     "But you prefer Miss Black America."

    Laura shrugged helplessly.  "You saw her.  How could
anyone resist her?"

       Kendra appeared to ponder it.  "Good question."
                              
     "Since it makes you uncomfortable, let's talk about
something other than sex," Laura said.

     "Who said it made me uncomfortable?  I'm upset about
you guys both being beautiful, when I thought lesbians were
these ugly, fat, tough-looking short-haired dykes who don't
have a chance with Mr. Penis in the first place.  You two
have upset my whole applecart and world view."

       Laura just smiled.  "Maybe I should put on some
clothes, so you'd feel less odd."

     "I like you," Kendra smiled, a broad, genuine, squinty,
infectious smile.  "I really like you.  Here you are, almost
caught in the act by me, doing something most folks think is
real naughty, and with a gorgeous sister at that . . . and
you're worried about me feeling uncomfortable.  I think
we're going to be good friends, Laura.  And neighbors."

     "You could stay for dinner."

     Laura was tired and sexually satisfied after her tryst
with Yvette, and so she felt less urgency about seducing
Kendra, which she knew under normal circumstances she would
be desperate to do.  The woman was incredibly lovely, and
her bronze bangs and jutting round breasts, loose and
swaying under her jersey, captivated Laura.

     "Oh no, I couldn't do that."  Kendra stood up, draining
the last of her wine.

     "You said your daughter is staying late at school."
                              
     "Actually, she's spending the night with a friend,"
Kendra said softly, as if embarrassed to be changing her
story.

     "Then I insist," Laura said.

     Kendra shook her head and walked toward the door.  "No
. . . no, I can't.  Really."

    Laura was right behind her.  "I'm not going to seduce
you," she teased.  "I already had my little fun today,
remember?"

     "How could I forget?" Kendra said in a low, husky
voice, looking darkly, meaningfully, at Laura.  "I had my
little fun just listening.  Excuse me, I mean accidentally
overhearing you."

     They both laughed.  Laura reached out one hand and
caressed Kendra's smooth, dark cheek with the back knuckle
of her forefinger.  "You are totally gorgeous.  Forgive me
for saying so.  I love your hair . . . and your bangs."

     Kendra's hand was on the doorknob, but she didn't turn
it.  "Thank you," she whispered.  "Could I have another
glass of wine?"

     "Yes, you could."

     But instead of going for the wine, Laura bent her head
slightly forward.  They were standing closely enough
together for her lips to brush Kendra's without effort.
Kendra didn't pull back.  Laura brushed her lips against
Kendra's once more.  Then she pushed her mouth a little
further, and they were kissing, slowly, without touching,
without tongues, but kissing in a very tender and emotional
way.

    Finally, Laura pulled back.  "There . . . that wasn't
so hard, was it," she whispered.

     "Easiest thing I ever did," Kendra whispered back.
                              
     "Want to do it again?"

     "Don't think I'd mind it a bit."

     This time the kiss was more serious, and wetter, more
sensual.  Laura slid her tongue slowly into Kendra's mouth.
Kendra met it with her own.  After several seconds, her own
tongue made a tentative foray into Laura's mouth.  Then it
pulled back.  The kiss lasted twice as long as the first
one.

    Laura had slipped her hand under the back of Kendra's
jersey.  Her palm rested on the smooth, hard flesh of
Kendra's lower back.

     "Your body is so firm and hard," she murmured, her lips
only a inch away from Kendra's.

     "I work out," Kendra breathed, her dark eyes throbbing
with questions.  But she couldn't suppress a soft giggle.
"Mr. Penis likes hard bodies."

       Laura giggled too.  "I know.  I like them too."
                              
     She remembered Brandi.  But Kendra was not grotesquely
overbuilt like Brandi.  She was amazingly svelte and supple,
shockingly well-shaped.  Laura felt lust returning to her,
as if she and Yvette had not already burned up her sheets
earlier.

     "I thought you liked the tall, willowy type, like Miss
Black Universe," Kendra teased softly.  "Or like that little
short pepper pot I saw leaving here last week."

    Laura smiled.  She had seen Sholandra.  "How did you
know she's a pepper pot?"

     "She glanced at me as I was coming in the door.  Sort

of gave me the once over, like a guy does.  I saw some fire

in her eyes, hon'.  Some fire.  She must be a firecracker in

the sheets."

      "She warms it up some around here," Laura smiled.

     "What are their names?"

     "Why do you want to know?" "Just do.  Just

     curious."

Laura's palm was still under the back of
Kendra's
jersey, resting on Kendra's marvelous lower
back.  She did not want to move it.

   "Miss Black America's name is Yvette.  The
                   pepper pop
is Sholandra."

     "You like the sisters, don't you Laura."

Instead of getting defensive, Laura shrugged and
smiled.  "They like me.  What can I tell you?"

     Kendra grinned.  "I can see why.
`Sholandra.'  Why do black mamas all come up
with those cuckoo names for their kids?  Keisha,
and Ayeesa, and DeAndre, and all that stuff."

     "What's your daughter's name?" Laura asked.

     "Jane."

 "Jane?  She must be the only black Jane in the
                      whole
country."

  "Damn right," Kendra sniffed.  "Jane Fallon,
                     future
doctor."

     Now Laura moved her hand a little up
Kendra's back, still inside her shirt.  She
moved her lips closer, and they began kissing
again, this time more passionately than before.
When they stopped, Kendra was breathing harder.

     "I sure like you, lady," she murmured,
almost inaudibly.

 "Let's go back and sit on the sofa and do this
                      some
more," Laura whispered back.

     Kendra said nothing but didn't object.
Laura took her hand and led her back to the
sofa.  They sat down and began kissing
immediately.

     "I feel kind of like high school, you
know," Kendra smiled.  "Where you just kiss and
kiss because you're afraid to do anything else?"

     "I'm not afraid," Laura said throatily.

     She slipped her hand under the back of
Kendra's jersey again.  Kendra's dark, throbbing
eyes held hers.  "You said you weren't going to
seduce me," she said, this time so softly that
Laura was not sure she heard.

     "I'm not," she said, kissing Kendra's
smooth cheek, brushing aside a curtain of bronze-
gold hair with her free hand so her lips could
reach Kendra's neck.

     Her hand moved higher on Kendra's back, up
to where her bra strap would have been if she
were wearing a bra.

  "You are too," Kendra smiled.  "I never even
                     kissed
another girl before."

 "Mmmm, I was beginning to think you liked it,"
                      Laura
purred.

 Kendra bent forward and ran her sensual lips up
                       and
down Laura's neck.  "I do like it."

     Laura now began moving her hand all around
on Kendra's naked back, feeling the marvelous
smooth skin and hard muscles.  "You are so
firm," she said.  "So deliciously firm."

     Now Kendra, feeling bolder, dropped her
mouth to Laura's clavicle, pushing open the
lapel of Laura's bathrobe to reach it with her
lips.  Laura pulled her head up with one hand
and their mouths really tangled this time.
Everything between them was getting hotter by
the second.

     Laura slid her hand around Kendra's body
and filled it with one round, hard breast.
Kendra drove her tongue deep into Laura's mouth,
whimpering softly as Laura squeezed her breast.
Laura couldn't resist the urge to slip her other
hand under the front of Kendra's shirt and fill
it with
Kendra's other marvelous naked breast.  The
springy centers of Kendra's big nipples pushed
up into her palms.

 They ended their kiss, both panting softly now,
                      eyes
locked, deep in a shared sexual trance.

   "I'll take off mine if you take off yours,"
                     Kendra
whispered to Laura.

     Slowly, Laura released Kendra's gorgeous
round breasts and slid her hands out from under
the jersey.  She undid the sash of her robe,
then pulled it off her shoulders and arms,
letting it fall around her waist, exposing the
entire upper half of her body.  Kendra, eyes
smoking now, pulled her own jersey up and over
her head, tossing it away.

     Her hard round breasts barely jiggled.
Laura could not take her eyes off them.  Only
Alison, in her experience, had such round
breasts.  Of course Vondi did, but hers were
attributable to silicon.  And Alison's were not
as hard, as firm, as Kendra's incredible globes.

     For her part, Kendra couldn't take her eyes
off Laura's naked body.  "Hon', you are one
beautiful woman," she said softly.

     Laura slipped her hand behind Kendra's head
and drew her face close.  "Shut up and kiss me.
You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever
seen."

     They kissed with deep feeling, moving
closer, their naked breasts brushing together,
their hands caressing each other's naked back.
Laura ran her mouth along Kendra's marvelous
dark shoulder, then back to her smooth chest,
then down to one amazingly hard breast, cupping
it with her palm, flicking the broad black
nipple with her tongue.

"Laura . . . ohhhh Laura," Kendra panted softly.
                        
  Laura scooped up Kendra's other phenomenally
                      hard
breast in her other hand went between both
delectable nipples with her tongue, teasing
Kendra, making her die to feel them being
sucked.

     "They're so hard . . . so firm," Laura
murmured, totally absorbed in making love to
Kendra's phenomenal round breasts.  "So
beautiful."

     Finally, having teased her long enough,
Laura took one large, thick nipple into her
mouth, sucking it gently, tonguing the center
more aggressively.  Kendra threw her head back,
arching her back, pushing her breast into
Laura's mouth.  Laura sucked harder, squeezing
the hard globe with her fingers at the same
time.

"Unhh . . . unhhhh!" Kendra panted, growing even
                      more
excited.

     "Mmmm, you like that," Laura murmured,
moving her mouth and fingers to Kendra's other
delicious breast.

   "Yes.  Yes yes.  Oh yes.  Do it hard.  Yes,
                     Laura,
hard, suck hard."

     "They're so beautiful.  You didn't make
them this firm by working out."

  "They were always like this," Kendra panted,
                     holding
her own breasts while Laura devoured them more
and more heatedly.  "Oh god!"

     Laura unzipped Kendra's jeans even as she
continued to suck the girl's erect, wet nipples
hungrily.

   "I want to take off your pants now," Laura
                   whispered.
"Is your pussy hot and wet for me?"

     "I don't want you to get a big head,"
Kendra panted as she helped Laura skim the tight
pants down her legs.  "But my pussy has been
boiling like a kettle from the moment I rang
your doorbell."

   Laura smiled.  "Mine too.  I can't get over
                      these
gorgeous hard boobs.  They're so round."

     Again she sucked both of Kendra's large
black nipples hard, then pinched them with her
fingers as she kissed her way down the girl's
marvelous writhing body.  Kendra had an almost
perfect body.  Her belly was smooth and flat,
her waist very small, her thighs beautifully
shaped, her navel a deep `innie' that Laura
frenched passionately.

     "Girl, you better watch our or you're going
to make me come," Kendra panted.

     "Are you close?"

     "Oh god . . . I'm almost there."

     Laura knew she was telling the truth.  She
herself was almost there too.  All the teasing
and flirting they had done since Kendra had
first shown up had aroused them both
unbelievably.  Kendra's pelvis was churning
uncontrollably, and she tossed her head to and
fro, twisting, her incredible breasts still
barely shaking or jiggling.  Laura slid lower,
between her thighs, her mouth only inches from
the beautiful fiery gash of Kendra's open pussy.

     It was very wet and inflamed, primed for
the hungry kiss Laura gave it, slipping her
tongue deep inside.  Kendra froze.  Soft,
helpless cawing sounds came from deep in her
throat.  Oh god, she's going to come! Laura
thought.

     Quickly, to make it even sharper, she
withdrew her tongue by scraping it hard against
Kendra's engorged clit, massaging the hard
little berry roughly.  This was all it took to
pull her trigger, and Kendra came in wild
convulsions, groaning and whinnying loudly.

     "Unngghh!  Oh!  Oh yes . . . oh yes!
Auungghhhh!  Oh shit!  Auunngghhh!" she cried
out, her body clenching and arching, shuddering
as a sharp, shocking orgasm shook her.

     It was clearly more than she had expected.
It was a sharp, wrenching climax, and she shook
the bed with her wild shuddering.  Afterward,
she was still out of breath, her eyes bloodshot
and bleary.  Laura slid up to kiss her, stroking
her wonderful hard body lovingly.

     "I . . . I'm sorry . . . I was so fast,"
Kendra babbled apologetically.  "Usually I don't
come so fast.  Usually it's the guy who comes
too fast."

     "You didn't come too fast, silly," Laura
smiled, kissing her.  "I wanted to make you
come.  I want to make you come again."

 Kendra blinked and shook her head.  "Maybe in a
                       few
minutes."

     Laura smiled, sliding down Kendra's
delicious body, kissing every bit of the
scrumptious flesh on her way back to Kendra's
delectable pussy.  "Now," she murmured.

     This time she got to indulge herself with a
slow, enjoyable feast, exploring every inch of
the long wet seam with her tongue.  Kendra, like
Yvette and Randi, had a beautiful long pussy,
and Laura lavished her skill on it, finally
tonguing Kendra's clit until Kendra began to
thrash and twist again uncontrollably, keening
deep in her throat, twisting and pinching her
own nipples, gyrating her hips slowly,
rhythmically.

     "Ohhnnnn . . . oh shit Laura you're going
to . . . ah! Ah!  Oh yes!  Oh, you're going to
make me come again!  Oh!"

     "Yes, girl, yes!  Do it!"

     "Oh!"

     Again it didn't take long, although longer
than the first time.  But Laura kissed and
tongued and sucked Kendra' hard little clit
until Kendra was moaning and writhing and
suddenly coming unbelievably, this time in a
long, swooning orgasm that undulated throughout
her long naked body.  And now Laura knew she had
Kendra where she wanted her, completely
vulnerable, on a plateau of coming, moaning and
twisting through her second orgasm.  Laura felt
a little like Kim, who had said she went for the
g-spot every time. Laura knew she could find it.

     Kendra came quickly and easily.  She was
still coming down from her second orgasm when
Laura slid two fingers up inside her wet pussy
and began probing, searching, still licking the
outer lips and flicking the erect clit with the
tip of her tongue.  It was all the same to
Kendra, who realized she was being fucked by an
expert, and could do nothing but give in
completely.  She had already come twice in quick
succession, and clearly more was on the way.

  Totally dazed by the storms of coming she had
                     already
been through, she looked down at Laura in
disbelief, churning her pelvis as Laura kept
fucking her.  Panting and gasping, she bit her
full lower lips, her eyes rolling up, her whole
luscious body quivering as Laura's fingers
searched the inner walls of her tight wet pussy
for the secret spot.  It seemed as if she hardly
knew what Laura was up to until suddenly the tip
of Laura's forefinger slid across an especially
sensitive patch of flesh.

     Kendra's body suddenly jerked and froze.
Oh god, I've found it! Laura realized.  Honey,
you're going to come so hard!

 She now poured it on heavily, sucking Kendra's
                      clit
again while rubbing the spot inside Kendra's
pussy vigorously.  In about ten seconds Kendra's
body stiffened, then dissolved into convulsions.
Tiny, helpless squeaking
sounds began to escape from her throat.  She
began to come in torrents, groaning, writhing,
having a fresh climax about every ten seconds.

     Laura was in seventh heaven, fucking one of
the most beautiful girls she had ever seen,
bringing her to multiple orgasms the very first
time, watching her splendid, hard, black body
undulate and clench as each climax wrenched her,
looking at the ecstacy seize her beautiful face.
Kendra had five distinct orgasms before Laura
backed off and let her down from the continuing
rapture.  Kendra fell hard, diving into a swoon
similar to the ones Laura had seen Jonelle have,
trembling and moaning as if still coming on a
lower level, until finally she gasped, blinked,
and went limp.

     "Oh god . . . Laura," she finally breathed.

     She ran her hands up and down her naked
body, as if she could scarcely believe this very
body had actually just experienced all that
intense bliss.  She was so gorgeous that Laura
wanted to do it all over again.  Kendra looked
at her, astonished, even awed.

"I've slept with forty or fifty guys, Laura, and
                        I
never had sex like that," she said hoarsely.

     "Forty or fifty?" Laura's eyes widened.
"Isn't that a lot?"

     Kendra shrugged.  "Maybe."  She smiled
devilishly. "Told you I like Mr. Penis.  Why?
How many chicks have you gone to bed with?"

     "I don't know," Laura thought.  "Probably
not more than twenty."

     Kendra raised one eyebrow and smiled.  "You
sure learned your lessons.  How'd you do that to
me?  I had seven orgasms in under thirty
minutes.  Mr. Penis can't even give me seven
orgasms at the same time.  Four, maybe five, and
he's had it.  You, girl, are a miracle.  I can
see why Miss Black Universe was groaning and
moaning and carryin' on down here."

     Laura nuzzled her cheek, kissed her mouth,
caressed her phenomenal breasts again.  "You
made a little noise yourself, darling," she
purred.

 "I know.  I thought maybe I was going to die of
coming."

     "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

     "It was terrific.  Look, I have had only a
few others in my life that even came close.
You, Laura, are a miracle. And now it's your
turn."  She pushed Laura down onto her back.
"I've never done this, but I think I can figure
it out."

   "I should warn you, I'm already very close.
                    Close to
popping," Laura panted as Kendra began to caress
and kiss and suck her breasts.

     "I'll bet you are, hon', after that.  I'm
going to pop you, too.  I think I can do it."
She slid down Laura's twisting body, between
Laura's thighs.  "Oooohh . . . what a
sweet, pink, wet pussy."

     Laura slipped both hands down to her crotch
and pulled open the wet, aching cleft of her
pussy for Kendra.  "All yours, darling."

"I think I'm going to like this," Kendra smiled,
extending her tongue.

     And she apparently did like it a lot.  She
slid her tongue deep into the center of Laura's
pussy to start with, licking up and swallowing
Laura's juices.  And then she proceeded to make
love to it passionately, finally pressing the
flat of her tongue against Laura's clit and
waggling her head back and forth until Laura was
coming in glorious, shattering spasms, moaning
and whimpering in wild abandon.

     It was a thrilling moment for both of them,
and Kendra was proud of herself as Laura drifted
back to consciousness from a region of heavenly
bliss.

  "Laura, I do believe you were trying to come
                     harder
than I did," she smiled, stroking Laura's cheek
affectionately.  "Guess my first try at it was a
wild success."

     "Wild," Laura croaked.  "I'm not kidding."

   She pulled Kendra down on the bed with her,
                    embracing
her tightly, kissing her ardently.  Their bodies
began to undulate together, their tongues
coiling, their hands descending again.

     "I don't know how you can get me hot and
bothered again after seven orgasms," Kendra
whispered.  "You must know some black magic,
girl."

 "You're the black magic," Laura breathed hotly
                     in her
ear.

     She too was surprised.  Both had had
shattering orgasms, Laura earlier with Yvette,
and now one with Kendra, and Kendra herself
seven straight climaxes.  And yet here they were
entangled in a hot, urgent maelstrom of renewed
fucking, totally out of control.  This time they
hand-fucked each other while staring deeply into
each other's eyes, a wild, extremely exciting
embrace that ended up with Laura on top and
Kendra on her back just so they could both
spread their thighs and let their rapidly
swirling fingers work more efficiently.  They
came marvelously in unison, still gazing fixedly
at one another as the effects of their orgasms
poured across their faces, communicating the
fierce, mutual intensity to one another.

     "Girl . . . I never," Kendra gasped when it
was finally over.  "I just never.  You take the
cake.  You win the Academy Award."

     "Only I wasn't acting," Laura smiled.

     Now that their initial, urgent passion had
been spent, they relaxed and enjoyed one
another's company.

"Since your daughter isn't home, you can't spend
                       the
night," Laura said brightly.

     "Laura, are you trying to kill me?  You are
worse than any man I ever knew, you sex fiend.
If I spent the night here, I would be fucked to
death by morning."

     "You might."

     Kendra shook her head.  "What if she calls
and I'm not there?"

   "Call her and tell her you're staying over
                     here."
                        
     Kendra looked at Laura skeptically, from
under her brow.  "She already knows what goes on
in this apartment, hon'.  Women be fucking each
other's pussy raw down here."

     "You're going to have to tell her
eventually, aren't you?  I mean, you and I
aren't going to stop with this once . . . are
we?"

     Kendra embraced and kissed Laura.  "I sure
hope not. You, lady, are a miracle."

    "I just love your incredible body," Laura
                    murmured,
running her fingers all over Kendra's hard,
silky flesh.

     "It's not incredible.  I just work out,
that's all.
You have a gorgeous body too.  You could be hard
like me, if you worked out all the time."

     "I'll let you be hard, and I'll be soft."

     "You aren't too soft, hon'.  These boobs
are real firm and nice, and just about perfect."

     "But yours are so round.  And hard.  I know
a girl who has boobs like these, but hers are
silicon.  Yours are real."

     Kendra smiled proudly.  She threw out her
chest, and her magnificent breasts jiggled only
a little, perfect round balls.  "These boobs
have reduced many a man to a slobbering idiot,
Laura," she smiled.  "They just go nuts when
they see them."  She lowered her voice, and
spoke suggestively now. "But no man ever did
what you did to them.  Always in too much of a
hurry to get to this."  She pointed to her
pussy. "But you know how to treat a girl, don't
you.  You know how to treat my boobs, that's for
sure.  I'll give you another five years to
stop."

     "I go nuts when I see them too," Laura
                   confessed,
taking both phenomenal round globes in her
hands.

     Only Alison's were as round as this, but
not as hard. She brushed her thumbs over the
springy centers of Kendra's wide, black nipples.
Kendra bit her lower lip.

     "There you go again," she said softly.

     Laura slithered her tongue into Kendra's
mouth, teasing her, kissing her hungrily while
pinching both of Kendra's thick nipples in her
fingers.  "I want to fuck you again," she
whispered.

  "Laura, you're worse than a man.  After a few
                      times
they ain't worth nothing, but you go on and on."

  "I've got an idea. Why don't we go up to your
                     place?
Then if she calls, you'll be there."

     Kendra smiled.  "Screaming and hollering my
way through another climax, right?"

   "At least you'll be near the phone," Laura
                     smiled.
                        
  "Sounds like a plan.  Then we can get dressed
                       and
undress each other all over again."

   Laura shivered, and giggled.  "I can hardly

                     wait."

     "Me either.  Let's do it."