Chapter 165
Laura ran into Rhonda at a retirement party for a
person they both knew. They rarely saw one another at work,
though Laura knew that Yvette, and especially Sholandra,
still spent some time in Rhonda's bed. She had made her
peace with it, but she and Rhonda still were very suspicious
of one another and had a complex relationship governed by
hate, mistrust, and undeniable sexual attraction.
They also had slept together, and their last encounter,
in Rhonda's office in the middle of a work day, had nearly
incinerated them both, as well as the office. They had
almost gone up in flames, fucking and moaning in an
unbelievably hot encounter. They had not seen each other
since, and the second their eyes met they both resonated
with the memory of it.
Finally, Laura caught Rhonda alone in a corner of the
crowded bar, which was not easy since both of them were
completely gorgeous women and attracted men without trying.
Their eyes locked and throbbed together so intensely that
both were afraid it would become obvious. Laura smiled and
looked away, to break the connection.
"I guess neither of us has forgotten," she whispered.
"I haven't," Rhonda said, swallowing uncomfortably.
"You look stunning," Laura said under her breath,
trying not to look at Rhonda too hungrily.
But it was difficult. Even though Laura preferred her
sleek black beauties, and never even looked twice at a
blonde, Rhonda was an exception. She had shimmering golden
hair, the blooming peach sort of complexion that some lucky
blondes had, and a body to make men (and certain women)
drool. She looked a lot like Pamela Anderson, but her
clear, even ruthless, intelligence gave her an aura that the
bimbo Pam lacked. And of course the jealousy and
competition between her and Laura for several delicious
young black girls added an emotional intensity to their
mutual physical allure.
"So do you," Rhonda breathed softly. "I know someone
who wants to meet you."
"Here?"
Rhonda shook her head. "Let's get out of here and I'll
tell you about her."
"Follow me in two minutes," Laura said, wanting to
leave a pause between their exits.
Rhonda smiled and nodded. Two minutes later they met
in the parking garage next to the bar. Rhonda was flushed
and beautiful. Laura had a flash of understanding. She
knew how Yvette, or Sholandra, could sleep with this woman.
Her physical beauty was the kind that caught you by the
throat.
"Let's go to my place," Rhonda said. "It's closer."
Laura smiled. She wants to fuck, quickly. I must be
looking pretty good too.
In Rhonda's apartment, she poured both of them a drink.
Laura knew they both wanted to fall on the bed and fuck each
other wildly, but they must act civilized and cool. They
clinked glasses, their eyes already smoking, hands quivering
slightly in excited anticipation.
"Her name is Earlene Farrell," Rhonda said. "I really
don't know why I'm doing this. She's a total knockout, and
very hot. I mean hot. She'll burn a hole in your bed, if
you don't watch out."
Laura smiled. "Hotter than Sholandra?"
Rhonda smirked. "No one is hotter than that."
"So why are you introducing her to me?"
Suddenly an expression of total, devastated
lovesickness passed across Rhonda's beautiful face. "I met
this girl . . . this model. You don't know her. Or maybe
you've seen her picture. Once she was Playmate of the
Month."
Laura felt a dagger pierce her stomach. It couldn't be
Lorrie, she thought. Of course not. She's not a model.
Still, her competitiveness with Rhonda made her blood boil.
It better not be!
"What's her name?" she asked softly.
"Stevie. Stevie Archer." Rhonda's eyes glistened with
happy tears. "I'm in love, Laura."
Laura could see that she meant it. She raised a
forefinger and tenderly caressed Rhonda's cheek. "You
little tramp, you're still willing to hop in bed with me."
Rhonda smiled. "That's different. You and I are two
of a kind."
Laura leaned forward and kissed her. It was a very
different kiss than any they had ever shared before. What
Rhonda had confessed made them overwhelmingly more intimate
than they had ever been. Not only were they secret
lesbians, but they also coveted the same kind of women, and
often the very same woman.
Their mouths curved together expressively, and they
kissed for a long time without touching. When the kiss came
to an end, Laura pulled back, so she could see Rhonda's
eyes.
"Laura, you're making me feel more for you than I've
ever felt. I'm too used to hating you."
"I want you," Laura breathed.
"You're making it hard to hate you."
Laura kissed her neck, phenomenally smooth, creamy. "I
can make you forget Stevie, for an hour."
Rhonda put her arms around Laura and kissed her with
scorching passion. "Promise?"
They were not far from Rhonda's bedroom, but afterward
Laura could not remember how they got there. They were both
half-unclothed as they fell together on Rhonda's bed, also a
king-sized bed, like Laura's. Rhonda found the clasp of
Laura's bra between the cups and peeled them away. Laura
unclasped Rhonda's bra behind her back at almost the same
instant. Hurriedly, they struggled out of the rest of their
clothes.
They purposely pushed their naked breasts together,
delighting in the feel of these delectable globes rubbing,
their nipples touching. Rhonda's breasts were slightly
bigger than Laura's, with beautiful large brown nipples.
Laura, still kissing her neck, throat, and shoulders
feverishly, scooped up Rhonda's beautiful breasts in both
hands.
She dropped her mouth to them, devouring Rhonda's big,
soft nipples hungrily. Rhonda moaned, twisting, watching,
even holding her own breasts for Laura.
"You make me so wet," she panted. "You suck so hard."
"Harder than Stevie?" Laura teased.
"Yes! Barbara
used to suck me
like that." "We miss
her,
don't we."
"Yes!
Ohhnnn
! Oh
. . .
Laura!
Unghhh
h!" "I
want
to eat
your
pretty
blonde
pussy.
" "Now
you
even
sound
like
Barbar
a."
Laura slipped lower,
lower,
kissing Rhonda's
extremely beautiful
naked body, until she
arrived between the
girl's tawny thighs,
facing Rhonda's
exquisitely lovely
pussy. "You really have
a beautiful one, you
know," she murmured,
beginning to lick the
outer labia sensually.
"Ohhhhhhh Laura!"
Rhonda sighed, quickly
becoming very aroused as
Laura began expertly to
make love to her very
wet pussy.
Laura licked and sucked
and
teased
it,
probing with one long
finger and tickling
Rhonda's clit with the
tip
of her tongue just
enough to bring a hot,
frantic series of
whimpers from deep in
Rhonda's chest,
uncontrollable panting,
sexy writhing. She was
not necessarily a quick
comer, like Laura was,
but Laura knew how to
ring her bells, and she
wasted no time. She
began to feel the
preliminary undulations
in Rhonda's body, and
she took the girl's
swollen clit between her
lips, fingerfucking her
and sucking it at the
same time.
Rhonda came in
torrents. "Ungghhh!
Auunngghhh! Oh . . .
shit! Ohhnnggg yes yes!
Oh yes ungghhh!" she
groaned, her pelvis
shuddering and churning
as the shocks of her
orgasm wrenched her.
Laura got pussy juices
all over
her lips
and tongue but loved
every second of it,
swallowing them and
slurping Rhonda's pussy
even after the last
spasms had died away.
Rhonda moaned and ran
her fingers through
Laura's hair, gyrating
her hips and pushing her
pussy up into Laura's
mouth.
"God, honey, you're
going to
make me
come
again if you keep doing
that!" she gasped.
"Really?"
"Yes! Ungghh! God .
. . Laura,
I'm coming
again!
Auunngghhh! Oh!"
This time she had a
really hard, wrenching
orgasm, the kind that
left her weak and
panting and shattered
afterward. She gazed at
Laura from glassy eyes,
her mouth slack, her
breath still labored.
Laura slithered up to fa
c
e
h
e
r
.
"
D
o
y
o
u
w
a
n
t
m
e
t
o
wipe off my mouth before
I kiss you?"
"Please. I hate the
taste of my own pussy."
"Mmmm, I love it," Laura
smiled,
wipi
ng
her
mout
h on
the sheet.
"You're so good.
How did you
get to be so
good?
Making me come like
that, twice in
about twenty
seconds." "You were
the one who was
coming."
"You know what I mean.
Yo
u
kn
ew
ho
w
to
ma
ke
me
."
"Practice, I guess,"
Laura
said.
"I'm going to practice
on you,"
Rho
nda
sai
d,
pul
lin
g
Laura down and rolling
over on top of her.
"I'm going to lick your
pussy and make you come
twice too, if it's the
last thing I do."
"Oh goodie. Then
when you
see
Stevie
next, you can do it to
her and she'll love you
forever."
This made Rhonda
temporarily glum.
"She just got
divorced. I think she
still likes the drip."
"She won't after you
give her a
little g-
spot orgasm."
Rhonda's eyebrows went
up. "Have
you
ever
reall
y had
one of those? Do you
think they
really exist?"
Laura grinned. "They
exist,
all
right."
"God . . . if I could
give her
one, it
would be
heaven."
"You can practice on
me."
"Oh god, Laura,
yes! Show me!"
This must be the
best of all possible
worlds, Laura thought,
as she began coaching
Rhonda on just where to
touch her to make her
explode in endless
gushing waterfalls of
coming. Turn you finger
around, yes. Now . . .
right there. No, a
little bit over this
way, yes. Yes, right
there! Oh god! Yes . .
. rub it hard! Yes!
Suck
my clit, rub it hard!
Oh Rhonda, you found . .
. oh god I'm
going to
come now yes yes now
yes!
Laura came in
violent,
repeated
sunbursts
of thrilling ecstacy,
coming and coming,
whinnying helplessly and
pushing her mouth into
her own forearm to
muffle her groans of
rapture. She knew she
could have had even
another one or two
orgasms, but Rhonda
became alarmed at how
excessive the seizures
of bliss were that
gripped Laura. Or
perhaps she was envious.
So she stopped and
withdrew before Laura
was finished.
But it didn't matter.
Laura,
stunn
ed
and
exhau
sted,
had come about five
times, and it took
several minutes for her
to regain her senses.
She smiled, beaming with
gratitude, at Rhonda.
"Do you think you can do
that to
her
?"
she
ask
ed.
Rhonda beamed too. "I'm
sure going
to
gi
ve
it
a
tr
y.
I thought you were going
to need a paramedic.
Maybe you should see if
you can find my . .
. spot," she said,
almost
demurely.
Laura nodded. "Give me
a few
minu
tes
to
reco
ver.
"
They stretched out,
talking
softly, more intimate
and affectionate now
than they had ever been.
Rhonda told Laura more
about Stevie. They had
met at a fashion show,
much like the one where
Laura had met Alison.
"Were you her first . .
. you
kn
ow
,
wo
ma
n?
"
La
ur
a
asked, filled with
curiosity.
Rhonda nodded.
"She was a Playmate, for
Christ's sake. A pretty
black bimbo. Getting
boffed by all those guys
who hang around Hef.
Mostly photographers, of
course. But she was
married to this guy who
was an executive in the
organization."
"Did she ever go to bed
with Hef?"
Rhonda shook her
head. "He doesn't like
chocolate. That's how
she put it. I guess she
would have, if he'd
asked. To hear her tell
it, she'd fall into bed
with any of those creeps
if it meant getting
ahead. But she's pretty
bitter about most of it
now. Except for her ex.
I think she still loves
him."
"She won't after
you diddle her little
black pussy like I just
showed you," Laura said.
"Tell me, how did you
get her into bed? I'm
curious. But you don't
have to if you don't
want to."
Rhonda winked
conspiratorially. "Isn't
it always so
interesting? I always
wonder how I did it,
afterward. You probably
do too."
"Every time."
"We were in her dressing
room. She
as
ke
d
me
to
.
.
.
unzip her. You know,
like for a change. I
sort of let my
fingertips run up and
down her naked back."
Rhonda closed her eyes
and shivered
involuntarily. "God, it
gives me
the chills even to
remember it. She was so
beautiful, I could
barely stand it."
"And she didn't recoil?
In horror?"
"No. She sort of half-
smiled
at me, over her
shoulder. But she didn't
say anything. Then she
just turned around. We
were alone, but anybody
could've walked right
in. Her dress just sort
of fell away and she was
naked. We kissed. It
was so romantic."
"Sounds like it."
"But we couldn't do
anything. She had to
change
and
get back out there."
"Don't tell me. And you
were
afraid
the
spell would be broken."
"I can see you've
been there
before."
"Yes. You never
know at
that
point."
"Well, I sort of
disappeared then, not
wanting to seem pushy.
But at the reception
that evening, she came
over to me and said `Did
you like what you saw?'
Of course I nodded but
couldn't trust myself to
speak. She says `Would
you like to see it
again?' My god, I
thought, she's seducing
me!"
"And she succeeded,
I guess." "We went up
to my hotel room and
the
rest
is
hist
ory.
We didn't come out of
that room until morning.
I was exhausted."
"But happy."
"Deliriously
happy."
"Now, instead of
making me jealous, tell
me about this person who
`wants to meet me,' as
you put it. Really
you just want to pass
her along to me so you
can spend more time with
Stevie Gorgeous Archer."
"True, but Earlene isn't
exactly
a
do
g,
yo
u
kn
ow
.
She's really gorgeous
herself. Just not
innocent."
"Oh, not sweet and
innocent like your
little Playmate?" Laura
teased her mercilessly.
"The one who fell into
bed with anybody in the
Playboy universe who
asked her?"
Rhonda giggled softly
and
blushed. "Okay, okay.
The difference is that
Earlene is not new to,
shall we say Our Way?"
"You mean girl-
girl?"
Rhonda nodded.
"Neither one of you will
have to seduce the
other. But you'd better
keep a fire
extinguisher close by."
"That's the second
time you've said how hot
she is. I can hardly
wait. What did you two
do together?"
Now Rhonda got
uncharacteristically
nervous. She looked
away. "Actually,
nothing. I'm really . .
. a little bit afraid of
her, to be honest. I
wanted to, though. She
has an incredible body."
"What did you tell her
about
me?"
"I never even mentioned
you. I just thought I'd
get
the two of you
together and watch
the sparks fly."
"I can hardly
wait," Laura
repeated.