Chapter 182
Laura thought of it as the irony of fate. Her workload
had increased, and along with it her importance to her
company. They gave her an assistant, and it happened to be
a charming young black woman who had recently graduated from
college. April Worthington was twenty-three. She was not
spectacularly pretty (like Shavon, for example). She had a
broad face and a flattish nose, but her skin was smooth and
dark, her mouth sensual, her eyes bright and intelligent.
She had a trim, attractive figure and wore modest
sweaters and skirts. Her personality was subdued and
reserved, and she was almost shy, patient, sweet, attentive.
In this way she reminded Laura a little of Jonelle, though
without the stunning, swanlike beauty. And her face, though
plain, lit up with thrilling loveliness when she smiled,
reminding Laura of Charise, whose smile melted her heart
every time, and made her pussy run with warm juice too.
Laura found April very appealing, of course, but she
was so preoccupied with work and her other sexual affairs
that it didn't become an issue. And she couldn't let it
become one. It would be almost criminal to seduce your
assistant, since both of your jobs depended on you not doing
it. She and her fellow workers had attended several
workshops on sexual harassment in the workplace, and though
they were usually aimed at men making passes at girls, she
knew that if she made a pass at April, it would amount to
the same thing.
Fortunately, she had several delightful distractions,
and Charise was the most urgent. She was watched much more
closely by her mother than Mavis, who could get away more
easily, and so Laura and Charise had not been to bed since
the night Laura had driven over to pick her up when she was
wearing the bright red Chicago Bulls jersey. It was a night
Laura would not forget. But after Stevie Archer, Shavon,
and a hot tryst with Randi right after Shavon, Laura was not
begging for more involvement. At the moment, she was
begging for rest.
But Charise phoned her, and she could not ignore her
own excitement.
"What you been doing?" Charise wanted to know in her
characteristically direct way.
"I been dreaming about you all the time," Laura teased
her.
"No kidding."
"It's true."
"My mamma be watching me like a hawk."
"She doesn't know about me, does she?"
"No. Some dude been hanging around me.
She think he no good."
Instantly, Laura felt herself bristling
with jealousy.
Some young black stud sticking his huge hard
cock into her delicious little pussy! He'd
better not be! she thought.
"I'm dying to see you," Laura whispered. "I
dream of
you every night."
"What part of me you dream about?" Charise
giggled.
"I dream about every beautiful black inch of
you,"
Laura breathed. "Especially your delicious
little black pussy."
She remembered how Charise had told her that her
Mama
had said her pussy was ugly and she had to keep
it covered up. Laura had thereupon praised its
beauty over and over, without lying either,
since it was a totally gorgeous pussy. She
listened and could hear Charise panting softly
at the other end of the phone. She realized her
own blood was racing too.
"Can you pick me up at the playground of the
school?"
Charise whispered into the phone. "On the
corner of Crawford and Pine?"
"Right now?"
"Give me five minutes to get there, okay? You
in a
hurry?"
"Yes!"
Charise giggled again. "See you in five
minutes."
Laura could hardly contain her excitement.
She couldn't stop her heart from pounding. It
was Saturday afternoon, and she felt like sort
of a mess, her hair undone, her apartment
cluttered, her face un-madeup. But the thought
of spending the afternoon in bed with the
darling Charise made her heart leap, and her
pussy tingle.
When she got to the corner, Charise, wearing the
same
red Chicago Bulls jersey, was surrounding by
three young black men, all of them flirting in
high gear. Laura felt herself churning with
jealousy as she slowly brought her car to a
stop. Charise made some sharp comments to her
admirers, then got into the car with Laura. The
guys were all flabbergasted.
"Can't believe I'd rather be with you than with
them,
the big turkeys," Charise smiled as Laura drove
off.
God, they all want to fuck her! Laura
thought, scandalized, even though she wanted to
do the same thing. They want to stick their big
long cocks into her sweet pussy. I hate them!
Inky, you can't let them do it! she wanted to
say.
But she tried to control herself. Charise could
see
that Laura was troubled. It tickled her
greatly.
"You jealous of those dudes, ain't you?" she
said
slyly.
Laura tried to keep her eyes on the road.
It was only a few more blocks to her apartment
house. "Should I be?" she snapped, hating
herself.
Charise put a hand on her knee. Laura
looked down at the girl's long, shapely, very
black fingers on her white jeans.
"No. You shouldn't be," Charise smiled.
"You the one I dream about."
Laura's heart melted. This sweet girl
dreams about me, she thought. How can I be so
lucky? She smiled forgivingly at Charise. She
realized it was a little patronizing, but in her
heart she was forgiving Charise for letting
those guys want her, for flirting with them, for
making each of them dream of her sweet young
black pussy as the prize.
Finally, they reached her building, and she
suddenly had to face another fear. It was broad
daylight, Saturday. What if they ran into Jane
or Kendra while entering the building?
And, as if she had predicted it, there was
Jane, getting her mail, as they approached the
door. Oh shit, Laura thought. She couldn't
turn back. It was too obvious, and it also made
it seem that she was ashamed to be seen with
Charise.
Jane looked up and saw them just as she was
again locking the mail box and removing the key.
Her face, her gorgeous face, lit up with
malicious satire.
"Inky! And Laura! I haven't seen either
one of you in a while! Hey, Inky, you going
upstairs to Laura's to do the Big Nasty? Eh?"
"Jane!" Laura snapped. "How dare you!
Don't you have any manners?"
Charise was looking at the floor. If she
weren't so black, Laura knew she would be
blushing hotly, mortified.
It was hard even to imagine these two as
friends, though they were, or at least had been.
Jane was so flagrant, so sassy, so aggressive,
so blatantly sexual, while Charise was shy,
sweet, an artless little tease, but essentially
warm and gentle, though she heated up fast in
Laura's bed.
Jane's eyes narrowed. She lowered her
voice. "Can't change the truth, can you, Laura?
You two going up to do it. I know it and you
both know it."
Laura suddenly realized that Jane was
jealous. She had been so anxious about seeing
her in the first place, then so angry about
Jane's remark, that she hadn't allowed herself
to feel the clear, ugly jealousy that was
vibrating in the air of the lobby. While
flattered that they both wanted her, Laura was
so uncomfortable at this instant that she
grabbed Charise's hand and pulled her toward the
elevators.
Jane followed them. She tried to get on the
elevator
with Laura and Charise.
Laura put up her hand, stopping her. "No,
you wait for the next one," she said, her face
hard and implacable as the doors slid shut.
Just as Jane's face disappeared, her
expression turned almost tragic with longing and
envy, a sudden switch from
the pleasurable spite that had been there
seconds earlier. Looking at it pierced Laura's
heart. And Charise was still looking at the
floor.
"You don't have to pay any attention to her,"
Laura
said.
"Long as she don't be telling everybody at
school," Charise said quietly. "They'd tease me
pretty rough if they thought I was-"
"Going to bed with me?"
"Not just you. Any girl."
They walked down the hall to Laura's door.
Laura let
them in. She threw the deadbolt lock, which
always seemed so final, as if to announce: Well,
now there's no turning back, we're going to fuck
ourselves silly.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Laura asked.
Charise smiled, half-sadly. "I guess she
gon tell them anyway now. Can't stop her."
Laura put two fingers under her chin and
lifted her face. Charise was a little shorter
than she was, and she had to bend down to kiss
her.
"We haven't even kissed each other yet,"
she whispered.
Now Charise's angelic smile, the thrilling one
Laura
remembered so often, suddenly spread across her
face. "Right," she said.
They kissed, tentatively at first. Laura
had not kissed Charise for almost three weeks,
and it was very much like the first time. It
was a very romantic, slow kiss. Only near the
end of it did Laura slip a hand under the
Chicago Bulls jersey and run it over Charise's
impossibly smooth skin. This time instead of a
bra, Charise wore a thin camisole under the
jersey, and Laura slipped her hand under it too.
"I want you so bad," she breathed into
Charise's black ear.
Charise shivered sharply. "Ooooohh, you making
me
tingle all over."
"I want to kiss you all over," Laura said,
kissing her mouth again, hungrily.
Charise's dark eyes were pulsing with
sexual excitement when Laura stopped kissing
her. "Let's go in your bedroom and do the Big
Nasty," she said, echoing Jane's words.
But Laura wouldn't let her move. Instead, she
kissed
Charise's smooth black neck, running her hand
all over Charise's naked back under the
camisole.
"It's never nasty with you," she murmured. "I
love
you."
Charise smiled and crinkled her nose. "I really
like
to hear you say that," she confessed.
"I love you."
Charise's smile grew even broader. "Call
me `darling'?"
"I love you, darling Inky."
Now Charise began to tug Laura's hand,
moving toward the bedroom. "Come in here and
tell my pretty little black pussy how much you
love it."
Laura shut the door as she went past it. "I
can't
wait."
She lifted the Chicago Bulls jersey up over
Charises's head and tossed it aside. The thin
white camisole emphasized the deep blackness of
Charise's skin. To Laura, the girl was a
paragon of desire. She had never wanted anyone
more.
She quickly slipped out of her jeans and
sweatshirt,
while Charise removed her jeans and her panties.
Laura stopped her from lifting the camisole over
her head, wanting to do it herself. Her heart
was bursting. With some girls, it was pure,
thrilling sex, and little more, but with some-
and this time Shavon, and Charise right in a row-
Laura's heart was more excited than her pussy.
She loved to fuck them, but most of all she
loved to love them, and Charise, her sweet
little Inky, was maybe the most precious of all
to her.
She kissed her sensual mouth and slowly
pulled the camisole up, over Charise's breasts,
to her neck, then up over her head, carefully
disentangling it from the strands of Charise's
hair. Now they were both naked. Charise put
her very black hands on Laura's white breasts.
"Our colors look great together, don't
they," she said.
Laura nodded.
Charise pushed Laura back, toward the bed.
"I want you first."
Laura giggled softly. "No, I want you first."
"You gon have to wait this time."
They fell on the bed together, giggling and
embracing, intertwining, stroking, kissing,
quickly growing more passionate and insistent.
Charise meant what she said and immediately
began to squeeze Laura breasts and lick both of
her nipples heatedly. Soon she was sucking them
gently, pinching them, lashing them with her
tongue, then sucking again, harder this time.
Laura twisted and whimpered softly, watching
Charise's sensual lips on her nipples, feeling
her breasts pulse with fire, luxuriating in the
enjoyment of their contrasting skins, and
Charise's eagerness.
They had only slept together a few times, but
Charise
had quickly learned exactly how to touch Laura
where it would count. She kissed her way down
Laura's writhing body to Laura's pussy, and
there she quickly made Laura felt like a very
good teacher. Patiently, she licked and sucked
Laura's flowing, throbbing pussy until Laura was
a wreck, twisting, mewling, pumping, frantic
with fuck-need.
"Oh yes . . . oh Inky oh yes oh god yes . . .
unhhhh!
Oh there yes . . . do it harder oh god I'm going
to . . . ohhhhh!"
"Come, Laura, come now," Charise repeated
softly, sucking her clit, finally sliding two
fingers into Laura's greasy channel and fucking
her with them. "Come now . . . now."
"Unhhh! Unhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh god,
yes! Ungghaawwoongggg! Ungghhh!" she cried out,
coming sharply.
Her body filled with sweet fire. She dug her
fingers
into her thighs, lifting her shuddering pelvis,
pushing her throbbing cunt into Charise's mouth
as the fierce spasms of her climax shook her.
"Oh god! Oh god!" she panted, finally relaxing,
feeling the warm culminating waves of her orgasm
pour through her quivering body.
"Mmmmm, that was a good one," Charise
smiled, looking up from Laura's crotch, her lips
shiny with Laura's cunt juice.
"Ohhhh Charise . . . come here, let me kiss
you," Laura sighed, totally transported by the
aftermath of this thrilling climax.
Charise slid up face to face. "You came
all over my lips," she smiled her enchanting,
angelic smile, her thick sensual lips covered
with cuntslime.
"I know. I hope it doesn't taste too bad."
Charise deliberately licked her lips. "I dig
the way
you taste," she said, beaming.
"We were meant for each other, then," Laura
said, pulling her down and rolling on top of her
lissome young body. "Because I love the way you
taste too."
And she began to make love to Charise,
feasting on her fresh, beautiful young body,
luxuriating in its silkiness and deep blackness,
in Charise's firm, full young breasts, a woman's
breasts on her slender, still blooming body.
She loved sucking the girl's coal-black nipples,
twirling them in her wet mouth and feeling them
stiffen, curling her tongue around them, nipping
them playfully with her teeth, pinching
Charise's wide areolas.
She loved the way Charise's wet nipples
stood up from her breasts after Laura had sucked
them for a while, springy and erect and excited.
She lashed them with her tongue, and Charise
gasped excitedly each time. Laura was in no
hurry to descend, but she finally did descend,
exploring every smooth inch of Charise's
incomparable midriff and belly. Arriving finally
between the girl's perfect, yawning black
thighs, she began slowly to drive the sweet girl
crazy by skillfully eating her very juicy pussy
but delaying her orgasm.
Charise and Laura had always collided in a quick
explosion of coming, then coming quickly again,
maybe several times. But Laura had never
tortured her like this first, and she was
desperate, her lovely young body taut with need,
tense, clenching, squirming, her breath short
and harsh, her face contorted in a sharp
expression of craving.
"Oh . . . oh! Oh Laura . . . please! Oh . . .
unnhhh! Oh . . . make me come, Laura! Oh
please, please . . . make
me come! Do it, yes, oh yes like that unhhhh!
Oh shit . . . it feels so good! Ungghhh! Oh
yes! Oh Laura . . . please! Unhhh! Unhh!"
Laura couldn't resist her pleas. She
wanted to make it last forever, and she wanted
Charise to have a crushing orgasm. She wanted
both things, and she didn't want to stop
hungrily eating the girl's delicious young
pussy. But Charise solved the problem for her.
Laura thought she was still in control,
pulling Charise back one last time from her
climax, but Charise's body had other ideas. She
had reached the point of no return, and just as
Laura pulled back her tongue, Charise came
anyway.
"Auungghhhh!" she cried out, her body
wrenched by a violent explosion. "Unngghh! Oh!
Oh! Auunngghhh!"
As soon as Laura realized she was going to come,
she
pushed the flat of her tongue back against
Charise's clit, massaging it roughly, helping
Charise's orgasm into the megawatt universe.
Charise whinnied and strained, coming in long,
rippling undulations that filled Laura with so
much excess lust that she wanted to jump on the
girl's beautiful body and fuck her immediately
again. But Charise was gasping for breath,
stunned by her orgasm, and Laura drew back
momentarily.
"Oh shit . . . that one nearly put my
lights out," Charise gasped as she regained her
breath and her senses.
They cuddled happily, knowing they weren't
finished,
that another hour of this stretched ahead of
them.
Suddenly, out of the blue, the artless Charise
said something that might have wounded Laura
deeply, had Laura not known how little Charise
meditated anything before she opened her mouth.
"God, I wish I could come that way with a
dick in me," she said softly. "They can be
good, but they never that good."
Laura thought immediately of the three guys
Charise had been flirting with on the corner, as
well as the one her mother was suspicious of.
Evidently she had already been screwing one or
more of them, at least once. Laura could feel a
mixture of sadness and insane jealousy begin to
course through her at the same time. But she
remained calm.
"I have a dick," she said, hit by an
inspiration.
Charise grinned, trying to hold back the
laughter.
"Where you hiding it?"
"I'll show you."
Laura left the bed and went to the closet,
returning with the huge double dildo that she
and Karen had often used before they graduated
to more ingenious, and more dangerous,
toys. It really was a whopper, though, she
realized as she dangled it in front of Charise's
unbelieving eyes. It was thicker than any cock
she had ever seen, and she had seen some huge
ones. And had them rooting around in her poor
little ass.
Charise's eyes seemed to grow wider by the
second.
"Where'd you get that thing?"
"A friend left it here."
"God didn't even make dicks that big,
Laura."
"I know," Laura grinned. "It's an improvement."
Now Charise got bashful. It was tempting
to think she was being dishonest, but Laura knew
she could change like this, from minute to
minute. "Ain't it perverted to use something
like that?"
Laura climbed back on the bed, putting the
huge thick snake between them, adjusting it so
that when they embraced it was caught between
their four naked breasts. She kissed Charise
and wiggled her body so that her breasts mashed
into Charise's and the thick double dildo
pressed into their flesh.
"Mmmmm, all the better to fuck you with, my
darling
Inky," she purred.
I'll show you how much better it is than
the guy you've been letting stick his dick into
you, Laura thought, simmering with jealousy.
She kissed Charise in a scorching, suggestive
way.
"Want me to fuck you with my dick?" she purred.
"It's so big."
"I'll be gentle, my darling Inky."
Charise beamed. "I love it when you say
that." She looked at the huge double dildo,
which Laura was dangling in front of her. "We
both gonna get fucked by that one."
"Exactly my plan," Laura smiled. "Now lie back,
my
darling. I'm going to take us both to
paradise."
When Charise lay back obediently, pliant
and submissive, on her bed, it was all Laura
could do to keep from throwing herself on her
and raping her enthusiastically. She felt like
flinging the dildo aside and just fucking the
exquisite young teenager for all she was worth,
even though she had just finished doing it. But
she wanted to do it harder, longer, more
aggressively. She wanted to swallow Charise,
fuck her and rape her and swallow her whole.
But she managed to take a deep breath and
calm herself, knowing that what would ensue with
the double dildo would very likely approach
that. She sat between Charise's spread thighs
and began to rub the cock-shaped head of one end
of the dildo in the wet groove of Charise's
beautiful pussy, slowly inching it inside the
girl. Charise, propping herself up on her
elbows, watched the fat rubber tube penetrate
her cunt, splaying the glossy black vulva.
Laura heard a sharp intake of breath. She
glanced up
to see Charise wince, then bite her lower lip.
"Shit . . . that thing is big!" Charise gasped.
Laura stopped. Even though both of them
were very excited, she didn't want to hurt
Charise. The dildo was only about an inch
inside the girl's pussy.
Charise's eyes were glassy, but she favored
Laura with her most infectious grin. "What you
stopping for?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
Charise bit her lower lip again. "Put it in you
too.
Then we can do it to each other."
Laura nodded. For some reason, her end of
the dildo, though just as large, slid more
easily into her own pussy. It went in a full six
inches without difficulty. Is it just because
I'm older and have been fucked more? she
wondered.
This girl's lovely little almost-virginal
pussy is too small for this monster. But
Charise, watching the other end penetrate Laura,
was eager for the same. She began to push her
pussy forward, holding the dildo in her fingers.
And apparently her muscles loosened because this
time the tube slid slowly into her.
"Unhhhhh! Oh . . . shit!" she gasped, watching
it.
But it was in. The huge thing crammed both of
their
pussies, conveying sensations that were like
being filled with cock but more intense. Laura
could remember being fucked in the pussy by two
huge cocks at once, nearly destroyed by it, and
this was not as bad but close. She wondered how
Charise must feel.
"Oh baby, does it hurt?" she panted,
locking eyes with her darling Inky.
Charise shook her head, her face also
contorted by the curious mixture of pain and
wild sexual pleasure that the huge toy caused.
"Feels good," she gasped, biting her lip again,
her
eyes watering.
Slowly, Laura began to grind her hips,
holding the dildo with her hand on the part of
the shaft that linked them. She could feel it
slide in and out of her own pussy slowly, and it
slid more easily as her pussy too opened to
accept it. Her eyes dropped to Charise's
beautiful pussy, the one she loved to slurp and
suck and finger until Charise was crying out in
helpless ecstacy.
The same thing was happening to Charise,
and now the fat, incredibly thick dildo was
pushing deep into her pussy too with each thrust
of Laura's hips. Now Charise began swirling her
hips too, staring deep into Laura's eyes,
fucking Laura back, panting, her lovely young
breasts jiggling as she gyrated her body. Laura
couldn't take her eyes off them, but this
position made it impossible for her to touch
them. She had to content herself with watching
Charise's thick, hard, black nipples swirling,
dancing
before her eyes, tempting her mouth, while
Charise bit her lower lip and began to pump
even harder.
"Unhh! Unhh!" Laura could hear Charise's
soft grunts as she settled into a smooth
fucking rhythm.
"Unghh! Ohnnn! Ungghh!" she responded,
fucking back, pushing with her own hips,
feeling the monster impale her own pussy and
send shivers of hot pleasure coursing through
her whole straining body.
They had both already come, and so neither
one was hairtrigger vulnerable to another quick
climax. They settled into a smooth, undulating
sexual rhythm, fucking each other with their eyes
while their hips churned together, forcing the
monstrously big dildo in and out of their
pussies, bringing one another closer to a final
explosion. Laura remembered how she had fucked
Yvette with this dildo while giving her a back
rub, and how Yvette had then fucked her, Laura,
in the ass with it afterwards.
God, did I really take this huge thing up my ass?
she
wondered, feeling its ribbed surface, her whole
body throbbing as Charise's churning hips forced
the huge pussysplitter in and out of her. She
knew she had, but it was hard to believe.
After a few minutes, she realized that
Charise was getting closer and closer to a new
climax. The girl was panting harder, pumping
harder, faster.
"Unhh! Oh . . . Laura! Ungghh! Laura . . .
Laur-"
"Yes . . . baby, yes! Go ahead!" Laura
panted to her, pumping much faster and harder
now, knowing that she was going to come too any
second.
"Unngghh! Oh shit!" Charise gasped,
throwing her head back.
Charise's sexual excitement somehow drove
Laura to fuck her harder. Charise's elbows
slipped and let her settle
onto her back, and Laura sat up and began to
thrust her hips vigorously forward, driving the
huge dildo even further into Charise's pussy,
making her groan and wince with each deeper
penetration. Of course, each thrust sent it
further into Laura's pussy too, and she nearly
came unglued.
Both of them moaned and twisted, churning
and fucking, Charise flat on her back, her
lovely young breasts jiggling as Laura drove the
dildo deep into her pussy with each thrust.
From the look on her contorted face, which Laura
had seen before, Laura knew she was going to
come, any instant.
"Oh . . . Laura . . . unghhh! Oh yes . . . I-"
"Yes . . . baby, yes . . . Inky . . . yes do it
yes!"
Laura panted, knowing she was going to come
herself.
They would come at the same time. Laura
propelled
herself forward, holding the part of the dildo
that connected them both, and got onto her
knees, now crouching over Charise in a
missionary position. Now she could fuck Charise
even harder, and herself too, and she began
pumping wildly. The bed began to shake and
thump, and it was good
thing both girls were so close, since Laura had
lost all control.
She had given into her urge to rape and
devour the sweet, delectable Charise. She had
never fucked the girl so hard, and Charise was
panting and moaning uncontrollably. Laura
gripped her shoulders with both hands and drove
her groin down into Charise's, burying the huge
fat dildo deeply in both of them. Charise cried
out, grimaced, and came in violent spasms,
quickly followed by Laura.
"Awwwonnnggg! Ungghmmmnnhhiieee!" Charise
cried, her lovely, lean black body surging and
writhing under Laura's savage pumping.
Laura herself completely exploded in a hot
rush of coming. "Auungghhhh! Ungghh! Oh god .
. . oh Charise! Auungghhiiieee!"
She fell on her side next to Charise as
they both continued to shudder and gasp,
quivering in the aftershocks of a fierce double
climax. Then, through Charise's and her gasps,
and the dying thunder of her own pulse, she
heard someone stamping on the floor above them.
Jane! Seconds later the phone at the side of
the bed rang.
Laura wanted to let it ring, but it was
very loud and insistent, and she grabbed it,
totally enraged to have this moment of very deep
and solemn intimacy for her and Charise be
interrupted. She looked at Charise, and though
both of them were still stunned by the force of
their shared climax, she knew that Charise too
knew who it was.
"Jane, if you-" she began, but Jane cut across
her.
"You two fucking lesbians better cool it down
there!"
Jane shouted into the phone. "Somebody be
calling the police soon, if you don't quiet
down."
Mortified, Laura slammed the phone into its
cradle.
The spell was broken. Charise looked guilty.
"She pretty jealous, it seems to me," she
said softly, looking sheepish.
Laura embraced her. She kissed her, at
first reassuringly, then with deep love. "We
came hard together, didn't we," she murmured.
"Sure did. You got a big dick."
"Did I hurt you?"
"Only for a second. I wouldn't mind if you
just left the dick out and kissed my little
pussy next time, though."
Laura pouted. "I want you to think I'm as
good as they are."
"Who `they'?"
"You know, those guys with their dicks."
Charise's face bloomed in her heart-melting
smile. "They ain't even in the same league with
you, Laura. I thought you knew that."
Laura hugged her. She was deeply in love.
I'm crazy about you, darling Inky. I want you
again, already, even after that rape I just
inflicted on you.
"You know, I want you again," she
whispered. "I'm sorry I raped you. I just
want to make love to you now."
Charise leaned up to look at the bedside
clock. "What time is it? I guess I got
another twenty minutes or so." She smiled at
Laura. "Kinda like being raped by you, you
know."
"But this time, it's not rape. It's
making love. I love you, darling Inky."
"I love you too, darling Laura," Charise
said softly, before giving Laura a scorching,
passionate, fuck-me kiss.