Chapter 171

     It didn't take long for Kendra to make her feelings
known.  On Saturday morning Laura was returning from the
supermarket, her arms overloaded with grocery bags, when
Kendra met her in the building foyer.

     "Well, if it isn't the lesbian sex addict who lives on
the eighth floor," she said, voice dripping sarcasm.
"Molester of teenage girls.  Did you know I could file
charges against you?  Felony child molestation.  Statutory
rape?  I could, you know.  You seduced a teenager.  Two
teenagers, if Jane isn't lying."

     Laura, who always blushed, right or wrong, turned dark
red, predictably.  "She seduced me," she said quietly.

     "I'll bet I could get a jury to believe otherwise."
                              
    "Kendra . . . I'm sorry, okay?  I didn't mean to hurt
you.  Or her."

     Kendra descended into a rage very quickly.  "You fucked
my daughter, you whore!  You cunt!"

       "We've been through this," Laura said, wearily.
                              
     She looked around the building lobby, wondering who
would overhear.  The packages in her arms were getting very
heavy.

    Kendra glowered at her.  But tears shone in her eyes.
Laura couldn't keep her eyes from drifting down Kendra's
beautiful, hard body.  Excepting Brandi, it was the hardest
body she had ever been to bed with.  Even the teenagers with
their marvelous, young, springy bodies-Chanitra, Jane,
Charise-didn't have bodies like Kendra's.  And of course
Kendra, as usual, was dressed in a skimpy knitted shift,
which showed off her body spectacularly.  She knew Laura was
staring, longing.

    "You fucked my little girl!" she said to Laura under
her breath.  "You turned her into a lesbian!"

     Part of Laura, the part that wasn't guilty and ashamed,
realized that the thought of Laura and Jane in bed together,
fucking and sucking and having glorious orgasms, was
erotically fascinating to Kendra.  Otherwise she wouldn't be
dwelling on it so much.  On the other hand, the thought of
it also filled her with jealousy, misery, hatred of Laura,
hatred of her own desire for Laura.  And hatred of Jane's
desire for Laura, and Laura's for Jane.

     God, it's so confusing! Laura thought.  She looked
longingly, hungrily, sadly into Kendra's eyes.  "God . . . I
am so sorry," she whispered.  "I wish you could believe me."

    "And then we have to listen to you down there yowling
like a cat with Miss Braids, who took down her braids and
now looks like just any other tramp."

     Laura's eyes narrowed.  "Are you still running down to
see who it was?" she asked.

     Now it was Kendra's turn to feel a pang of guilt.  But
it was brief.  "Everybody in this apartment building can
hear you fucking, Laura.  You and your girlfriends are very
noisy.  I hope you didn't make Jane cry out like that.  For
her sake."

     "I wouldn't feel sorry for Jane, if I were you," Laura
said drily.

     Kendra pursed her lips, her hostility overflowing.
"We're moving."

    "I . . . don't know what to say."  In fact, Laura was
flabbergasted.  "Because of me?"

     "You're damned right, because of you."

     "Oh, Kendra."

    Tears rolled down Laura's cheeks.  She almost dropped
the grocery bags.

    "A little late for that," Kendra said softly, almost
forgivingly.

     "I know.  I've got to go or I'll drop these groceries."

     In the old days Kendra would have given her a hand, and
after putting the bags in the kitchen they would have raced
to Laura's bedroom and fucked in exuberant, athletic
abandon.  But now they just looked sorrowfully at each
other, and Laura continued toward the elevators, Kendra out
the front door.

     Laura was filled with sadness.  Like an automaton, she
put her groceries away.  Kendra had never inspired that
deep, throbbing, resonant love she felt for Shavon, Randi,
suddenly now for Charise, in the past for Jonelle and Trina,
but she was a very good-natured and enjoyable person, and an
indefatigable fuck-partner, with a straightforward love of
sex and an incorrigible sense of humor.  Laura cared for her
deeply.

     As for Jane, Laura's lust for her young beautiful body
was the equal of her feelings for Charise's, though Jane
lacked the charming innocence and angelic shyness of her
friend.  Jane was a devil, in a way like Sholandra, full of
mischief and eager for new experience.  She had plunged into
an affair with Laura without much thinking of the
consequences, and now she was paying the price.  And so am
I, Laura thought.  I won't ever have her again.  Or her
mother.

     But just when she was sunk in this somber mood, in the
middle of a Saturday afternoon, she got a phone call from
Charise.

     "Lucky you're in the book," Charise said.  "You didn't
give me your phone number.  Is this a bad time for me to be
calling?"

      "No," Laura said, sitting down, feeling her heart
pound.  "I love hearing your voice."

     "Really?" Charise said in disbelief.

     "I think about you all the time."

     "Really?  I think about you too."

     "Are you at home?"

     "Yes.  But I don't have any car or anything.  I'm stuck

here."

     "I could pick you up."

     "Not here."

     "I understand.  How about a few blocks away?"

     "You're sure you don't mind?"

     "I'm dying to see you."  Laura meant, I'm dying to
`fuck' you.

    Charise understood immediately.  She told Laura where
she would be.  "How long will you be?"

    "I should be there in ten minutes," Laura said.  "I'm
driving a white '91 Camaro."

     Laura felt her heart flutter.  She loved being in love.
Especially with a deliciously demure little black Lolita
like Charise.  Inky.  Should I call her Inky?  She is so
gorgeously black.  I wonder if she'd mind.

     Laura drove to the appointed place.  Charise was
waiting by a blue mailbox.  She was wearing jeans and a
Chicago Bulls jersey and looked very young, so young that
Laura began to think, Gosh, maybe Kendra is right and I'm a
child molester after all.  But she's so precious and lovely,
and look at that angelic smile now that she's spotted me.

     The basketball jersey was so baggy and long that it
intensified Laura's feeling, since it obscured whatever
physical hints there were that Charise was actually a
curvaceous and desirable woman, or rather a child with a
woman's body.  And when she got into the car next to Laura,
and squinted happily at her, and had to be told to fasten
her seatbelt, she seemed more like twelve than sixteen.  Did
I actually fuck this cute, darling little thing? she
wondered.

     But then she remembered.  I not only fucked her, I fell
in love with her.  And she felt all the feeling pour back
into her heart and her body as soon as Charise was next to
her in the car.  She wanted to squeeze her and rape her
right there.

       "Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" she said, almost
breathless with excitement.

     Charise beamed.  "Me too."

    Laura drove, glancing at her jeans, her sneakers, her
red jersey.  She's too young! she thought.  God, I'm a
criminal!

      "Jane's mama is really pissed at you, isn't she."
                              
     Laura swallowed.  "I guess she is."

     "My mama doesn't know."

    "Good.  I guess she would be . . . pissed too, if she
found out."

     "She'd tan my black ass good," Charise smiled.  "That's
why I had to wait until I was alone to call you."

      "Look, Charise, if you're afraid you'll get into
trouble, we could-"

       Charise frowned.  "You don't want to any more?"
                              
     "Oh god, I really want to," Laura said quickly.  "I
dream about you."

     "I had a dream about you too," Charise said, looking
out the window.  "We were naked . . . you know, sort of like
last time.  I got real aroused, and I was panting and
everything.  I woke up.  And you know what, I . . . sort of
came, you know, right there in my own bed.  Not like I came
when I was with you.  And Jane.  Not real hard.  Just a
slow, fluttery, warm feeling.  Wow, it was killer.  I had to
bite my tongue so I wouldn't moan or something."

     Laura blushed in feverish excitement, glancing over at
the girl, trying not to get in an automobile accident.

     "I had two dreams about you," she said, making them up.

"In one I was kissing you.  Just kissing you over and over

again.  Loving it.  In the other I-"

     "You better watch out for that car."

     "Oops!  Right!"

     Laura swerved.  She avoided an accident.

    "Maybe I better tell you about the other one when we
get there."

     Charise smiled her angelic smile.  When they got to

Laura's apartment, Laura got very nervous.  She didn't want

Kendra or Jane to see her going in with Charise.  She

suggested going in first, then having Charise follow her in

three minutes.

     "Just like being a spy, eh?" Charise said.

     "Right."

     "I'm game.  See you in a minute."

     Everything went smoothly.  Neither Jane nor Kendra saw
either one enter the building, or take the elevator up to
Laura's apartment.  Finally, they were alone together
inside.


     "Now you can tell me about your second dream," Charise
smiled.  "I never had nobody dream about me before.  Least
they didn't tell me about it."


     "I was doing this," Laura said, taking the girl in her
arms, kissing her passionately, and running both hands up
under the Chicago Bulls jersey.

     Charise wasn't wearing a bra this time.  Laura cupped
both naked breasts in her hands.  "And this," she whispered,
pulling the jersey up further.

       She dropped her mouth to them and began sucking
Charise's gleaming black nipples, one at a time.

    "Ohhh . . . shiiiiit . . . that feels good!" Charise
sighed softly.

     "And then I took your shirt off . . . like this."  She
pulled the jersey up over Charise's head, her eyes drinking
in every inch of Charise's flawless, smooth, very black
skin, such a wild aphrodisiac to her.  "And I worshipped
each one of your beautiful naked breasts . . . like this."

     She held one of Charise's perfect breasts in both hands
and licked and sucked the girl's beautiful nipple until
Charise was quivering and mewlng softly.  Her nipples were
big, and her aureolas were large and puffy, and Laura could
have sucked them both all afternoon, without moving on.  But
Charise became very aroused from this.

     "Laura, you making my knees weak," she panted.  "I have
to sit down."

     "Why don't we lie down instead?"

     Charise nodded and followed her to the bedroom.  There
they quickly shed the rest of their clothes and lay down
facing each other on Laura's bed.

      "Would you do that again?  What you were doing?"
Charise asked.

     "You mean sucking your nipples?"

     Charise nodded.  "It drives me wild.  I just want to
give in to it completely.  It almost makes me want to come."

     "Honey, if you feel like coming, don't stop.  I want to
make you come and come."

     "Unhhhh!" Charise moaned as Laura began sucking her
other nipple, while gently pinching the first, damp one
between her finger and thumb.  "Oh shit, it feels so good!
Do it harder!  Please!"

     "Oh honey!"

     Laura was in ninth heaven.  Charise's springy,
beautifully-shaped young breasts were so lovely, and she
sucked and tongued the girl's delectable, erect black
nipples, squeezing the globes at the same time, until
Charise was indeed on the verge of an orgasm.  She watched
Laura sucking her breasts, then moaned and half-swooned,
then watched again, approaching closer and closer to the
point of no return.

     Suddenly, she knew she was there.  "Oh shit, Laura . .
. I'm gonna come!  Unhhh!"

     "Yes, honey, yes!"

      Just to help her over, Laura dropped one hand to
Charise's oozing pussy, brushing the girl's hard little clit
with her fingertip.  And she returned to the first nipple
she had sucked, taking it into her mouth again and pinching
it between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, sucking it
harder than before.  Charise just spilled over with coming.

     "Auuoowwnnggg!  Oh shit oh jesus ungghhhh!
Aoownnuughhh!  Oh god . . . Laura yes unggghh!  Please!
Yes!  Ungghhh!"

     Half of her ecstatic cries escaped before Laura grabbed
a pillow and as gently but quickly as possible turned her
head to the side, so that she was moaning into it, partially
muffling her very erotic groans.  She was so beautiful in
the throes of her orgasm that Laura almost came herself just
watching and hearing her.  Charise was stunned by the
intensity of her climax, but as she regained her senses she
realized that Laura was hyper-aroused.

    Without even speaking, showing the experience she had
gained in only a few prior moments like this one, she
wrapped one arm around the back of Laura's neck and drew
Laura down so that their naked bodies touched everywhere,
kissing Laura.  It began as a warm kiss of gratitude but
quickly became a torrid, scorching prelude to a more serious
act as she rolled Laura onto her back and slid between
Laura's thighs in one fluid motion.  Laura groaned and
flexed as she immediately felt Charise's tongue enter her
pussy.

     "Unhhh!" she moaned, undulating her hips slowly,
swirling her aching pussy into Charise's mouth.  "Ohhhh . .
. yes, honey, oh yes oh god yes!"

     Charise was awkward but passionate.  She licked and
tongued Laura's pussy eagerly, and Laura guided her gently,
letting her know when she found the right place.

     "Oh . . . there, there!  Yes, there!  Oh god, yes,
honey, there, do it hard!  Do it fast!  Oh god, honey, I'm
going to come too!  Yes . . . darling, yes!  Aoounngghhhhh!"

     Quickly Laura turned her own face into the pillow,
crying out in a sharp spasm of intense pleasure as she came
but very aware at the same time of Kendra and Jane, upstairs
listening.  Still, there was no way she could hold it back.
She moaned into the pillow, shuddering and coming in
thrilling shockwaves as Charise continued to lick her
flooding pussy.  When it was over, there was juice on the
sheets, and smearing Charise's lips.  Rarely did Laura
ejaculate anything, but this was a very wet climax.

     "Oh god, I've made a mess," she said, after she finally
caught her breath.  "I'm so sorry.  Look at you, darling,
you've got my juices all over your mouth."

     Charise beamed in her sweet, angelic way, showing all
of her perfect teeth.  "You taste pretty good," she said.

    "I usually don't leave a river behind, though," Laura
apologized, getting a towel.  "I guess it was the way you
did it to me, so special, that made me come that way."

     "Really?"

       Laura nodded and smiled.  "I couldn't help it."

    "I love it when you call me `Darling'.  Wow, it feels
so good.  Just want to do it with you all over again."

     Laura glanced at the bedside clock.  "How long can you
stay?"

     Charise shrugged, and her beautiful breasts jiggled
seductively.  "I guess a couple more hours.  I should get
home by six."

    It was only three.  We'll both barely be able to walk
by then, Laura thought.  I can't stop myself.  I just want
to consume her.  I want to fuck her until I can't lift a
finger to fuck her again.

     "We can do it again," she murmured softly.  "And again
and again."

    "Ummmm," Charise smiled.  "You making me hot, lady."
                              
     "Not as hot as you're making me," Laura whispered,
moving forward on the bed so that their nipples brushed.  "I
just want to do it over and over again with you.  You're so
beautiful."

     "You keep saying that," Charise giggled nervously.
"Nobody ever called me beautiful but you.  Everybody just be
saying I'm cute.  Cute with a big nose."

     "I love your nose," Laura said, kissing it.

     "It's too big."

     "It is not.  I love it.  I love every part of your
delicious body."

     "Ooooh, now you getting nasty," Charise grinned.  "Even
my little coozy?  Even my ugly little black pussy?"

     "Who told you it was ugly?"

     "My mama.  She say your pussy is the ugliest part of
your body, and that's why you have to keep it covered at all
times.  God just left a little slit there because he ran out
of ideas after making a man."

     Laura embraced the angelic creature and kissed her
passionately, mashing their naked breasts together, running
her hands all over Charise's smooth body.  "You have a
beautiful, beautiful pussy," she murmured, finding it with
one hand and stroking the wet lips tenderly.  "A wet,
beautiful pussy," she giggled softly against Charise's
deeply black cheek.  "Wet for me?  You want me to lick your
pussy again, and drink your pussy juice, don't you."

     "Wow . . . I do.  You're right."

    "Lie back, my darling, and let me eat your beautiful,
wet, black pussy until you die of coming."

    "Call me darling again," Charise said, eyes flashing,
grinning uncontrollably.

     "Darling.  Darling darling darling."

     "Let's do one of those things where we do it to each
other at the same time," Charise suggested.  "I never done
that."

     "Sixty-nine?"

     "Why they call it that?"

     Laura caressed her cheek.  "You be the six, and I'll be
the nine."

     For the next five minutes, they feasted on each other's
pussy, Charise on her back, Laura crouching over her.  They
were very much in synch with each other and came at the same
time, a violent climax that had them both whinnying and
shuddering, making the bed quake and causing much more noise
than Laura hoped they would.  But it was the purest sexual
rapture for both of them

     And Laura could not get enough of Charise.  Even coming
together with her like this was not enough, and she swarmed
over the sweet girl, devouring her smooth young body,
luxuriating in her deep black skin.  Her physical hunger for
the girl was overwhelming, and she found herself worrying
after Charise's fifth orgasm that she would frighten her
away, that Charise would recoil from being so exhaustively
and repeatedly fucked.

    But Charise reacted differently.  "I can come a lot,
huh?" she grinned.  "Wow, killer comes, too.  You really
know how to make my body go up in flames, girl."

     Laura pulled her close, cupping her naked breast in one
hand and murmuring, "Darling, darling" in her beautiful
black ear.  "You are black as night, and I'm going to set
you on fire so you're bright as day."

     "When you call me `darling' it makes me want to come
all over again," Charise smiled.  "And I already just came
enough for a whole month."

     "Not in my bed, you didn't," Laura said.  "Darling.
I'm going to eat you alive."
     "Don't you ever get tired of doing it to me?"

     "Are you kidding?  Tired?  I haven't even started yet."

    "Wow, you are one hot white lady.  I never knew white
folks got so sexed up as this.  Look, don't you just love
the way your skin and mine look together?"

    She put her very black hand on Laura's naked breast.
They both looked down at it, the sight very beautiful and
striking.  Laura's nipple grew erect against her palm.

       Charise grinned.  "You nasty girl, you getting
excited."

     "I'm very excited by you."  They kissed again, dancing
tongues.  "I want to do it to you again."

     "Again?"

     "I can't get enough."

     "You a nympho, girl."

     Laura pouted.  "You aren't read to quit."

    Charise grinned again.  "I didn't say that.  I kinda
like this more than anything else I ever did."

     "Really?"

    She nodded.  "I like . . . to feel your tongue . . .
down there."  She looked away.  "I'm gonna blush."

     "Don't blush, my darling Inky."  Laura pulled her down
again.

     "You like me being really dark, don't you.  You a weird
white lady all around, you know.  You like screwing with
sisters, and you like `em real black like me and Jane.  I
never met a white person like you."

    "I consider that an honor," Laura said, sticking her
tongue deep into Charise's ear, breathing warmly, making
Charise shiver and moan.

     "Oooohhh shit . . . that feels good!"

     Both of them were overcome by a new, fresh onrush of
lust.  "I want to fuck you again, Inky," Laura panted, using
the `f' word for the first time since she had invited
Charise to fuck pussy to pussy, last time..

     Charise apparently took it as license to use the word
herself.  "I want you to fuck me, Laura," she said, gazing
deeply, seriously into Laura's eyes.  "I love it when you
fuck me and call me darling and Inky."

    "Mmmm, you do?" Laura nuzzled her neck, dropping her
mouth again to Charise's young, springy breasts.

    In only a few more minutes Charise was coming again,
with Laura's mouth fastened to her pussy, coaxing more and
more intense orgasms out of her, until she was truly
devastated by them.  Charise moaned softly and looked up at
Laura.

    "I think we're gonna have to stop," she croaked.  "I
don't know if my body can come any more."

    Laura hugged her.  "I've got news for you.  It can."

     "I must've had ten of them."

       "Nine," Laura said.  "You could have nineteen."

     Charise shook her head and smiled.  "I'd be dead before
then.  How many times have you done it?  I mean, really
come, you know, like this, when you were doing it like this
. . . with some other chick?"


     For the first time Laura detected a trace of jealousy,
as if Charise didn't want her to be doing with some other
chick.    She debated with herself how to answer.


     "More than nine," she said.


     "More than nineteen?"


     Laura shrugged.  "Maybe a few times."


     Charise grew very serious.  "I don't
believe you came that many times in a row.  It
ain't human to do that."


     "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," Laura smiled.


     Charise broke out into her angelic smiled
that so pierced Laura's heart.  "Next time you
make me come that many times, okay?"


     Laura patted the girl's gorgeous, round,
firm, black bottom.  "You get lots of rest
then, okay?"


     "I will," Charise promised.


"You better get home before your mama begins to
                      ask
questions.  Come on, I'll drive you back and
drop you a block away."

     Laura was deliriously in love.  Driving
back from dropping off Charise, she wondered if
she would now have to begin to think of her bed
partners in tiers: love the most, love the
second most, third, then the ones she just
enjoyed and who just enjoyed her company once
in a while, for example, Vondi, Bernice,
Alison.  At any rate, Charise now occupied the
pinnacle, and Laura's heart just spilled over
with love for her, so much so that when she got
home, she masturbated in the bath, thinking
again of marvelous Inky and the wonderful time
they had shared, finally coming in a great,
throbbing explosion of rapture for the
marvelous girl.