Chapter 188
And it was hard at work. Laura and April worked
closely together throughout the day, and neither could put
out of their mind what had happened between them. Their
relationship was now completely sexualized, and Laura could
not look at April without recalling her face torn in a
rapturous seizure of ecstacy while Laura was fucking her.
She also couldn't look at April's body without getting wet.
April knew it, and she felt the same way about Laura.
The second day at work after their tryst, she drew Laura
aside.
"I don't know if this is going to work," she said,
frankly. "I keep wanting to do it with you."
"Me too," Laura said. "How about tonight?"
April smirked indecisively. "I was thinking more that
maybe we should try to control it instead of giving in to
it."
"Oh." Laura felt chagrined. It was the old 'Oh god,
tell me I'm not a lesbian!' attitude that she knew so well.
But April seemed cold, remote, determined. "I need
this job."
Laura softened in sympathy. "I know. I know you do.
We knew it would be . . . difficult."
April's eyes twinkled. "Wouldn't be so difficult if
you'd stop staring at my pretty little butt."
It was hard not to stare, but Laura agreed. She tried
to keep their relationship completely businesslike. It
helped when that evening her phone rang about seven o'clock.
It was Rhonda.
"Oh god, can you do me a favor? I'm stuck in these
negotiations on this acquisition. Woleport [her boss] will
kill me if I duck out. It's very delicate. Can you pick up
Stevie at the airport for me at 8:46?"
Laura smiled. She could feel her pussy flutter deep
inside. "Of course, Rhonda. I'd be happy to help out."
Rhonda sensed something. "Don't you touch her, you
bitch! Never mind, I'll find someone else."
"Look, you don't have to worry, okay?" Laura reassured
her. "I gave you my word."
"I love her, Laura. I'm still lovesick like a teenager
over her."
"She loves you too, Rhonda," Laura said. "She told
me."
Well, close, she thought. She said she really thinks
you're sweet, anyway. She doesn't want to hurt you.
Rutting like a slut with me has nothing to do
with her feelings for you.
"She did?" Rhonda was pathetic,
like a
child. "Did she really?"
"Yes.
Laura thought Rhonda was going
to cry from happiness. Oh god, I've
made the witch's day, she thought
spitefully. Then, feeling
embarrassed for Rhonda, she swore
to herself she would just pick up
Stevie and deliver her, nothing
more.
"Do you want me to take her to
your place? Does she have a key?"
she asked Rhonda.
"Oh dear no. Could you take
her to yours? I'll call you there.
This damned thing could go on all
night, Laura. They want to meet the
press about it in the morning."
Laura smiled. All night?
"I'll let her sleep on my sofa."
"Laura, if you sleep with her I'll
kill you."
"You sound like you mean it."
"I do mean it. I'll kill you
both." "Don't worry, Rhonda.
She's too skinny
for me."
"Not any skinnier than Yvette.
Keep your hands
off
her."
"Promise."
Laura couldn't help recalling,
as she drove to the airport, how
many times she had driven there to
pick up another Playmate, Lorrie.
Who would've ever thought I'd be
screwing two beautiful Playmates!
she thought. Two! Both impossibly
gorgeous.
She met Stevie at the
disembarkatio
n gate and
surprised her, since Stevie was
expecting Rhonda.
"Oh god," Stevie said under
her breath, "it's the 'G Spot
Girl'. Gee!" She smiled
satirically. "Laura, you shameless
seductress, it's so good to see
you!"
Of course Stevie was utterly
ravishing, as usual. Everyone else
departing from the airplane looked
haggard and grouchy, but she looked
like a magazine cover: stylish,
poised, shockingly beautiful, her
auburn hair swirling in shimmering
curls around her ears and forehead.
I must ask her how she does that,
Laura thought. I've never known a
black woman
with hair like that. It couldn't be
a wig, could it? After all, I
fucked her, and it didn't come off.
"Rhonda is detained in a merger
meeting," Laura explained to her.
"She sent me to fetch you."
Stevie's eyes grew veiled with
meaning.
"Are we
going to your place or hers?"
"Mine. But she's very suspicious."
They walked to the parking garage.
Both of them
drew
stares, two incredibly beautiful
women.
"I don't blame her. Last time you
and I met, I
had
about six orgasms in thirty-five
minutes."
Laura stopped walking for a
moment. She turned and looked at
Stevie's beautiful baby face, her
sensual lips, her dangerous black
eyes. She knew there was no way she
could spend an entire evening
without touching her. I want her,
she realized. She wants me too.
"Maybe you'd like to try for
seven," she
whispered.
Stevie stared her down. Her
dark, dancing eyes bored deep into
Laura's. "I'd like to try for ten."
Still, when they reached
Laura's apartment, neither one felt
reckless enough to hop right into
bed. Rhonda might appear at any
moment. Both of them had a
investment to maintain, Stevie in
her love affair, Laura at the very
least in her job. Rhonda might not
commit murder, but she was not above
getting Laura fired.
After fifteen minutes of not
touching, Stevie turned into a
devastating coquette and began to
tease Laura mercilessly.
"I need a bath," she said.
"Airplanes
make me feel
dirty."
Laura smiled knowingly. Baths
meant getting
naked.
She had been through a few of these
moments.
"I want to kiss you," she said
softly to
Stevie, her eyes throbbing and
suggestive.
"We can't," Stevie grinned
seductively.
"Rhonda
might show up at any moment."
"She might show up while you're in
the bath. That
would be just as bad."
Stevie reached out with one
long, sinuous black finger and
traced an invisible line down
Laura's cheek to her jaw. "Maybe
you should join me in the bath, and
then we might not hear the
doorbell."
"She knows we're here."
At that moment, the phone rang. It
was Rhonda.
"Laura, I'm going to be stuck
here past midnight," she said,
sounding exhausted and cranky. "Did
you pick her up?"
"Of course. She's right here.
Want to talk
to her?"
"God, yes!"
Laura handed the phone to Stevie,
who
made smoldering eyes at her all
during her conversation with Rhonda.
She was an impressive actress. Now
that they knew where Rhonda was, and
how long she was likely to remain
there, the prospects of thrilling
sex were almost inevitable. Yet
Stevie cooed and mewled to Rhonda on
the phone while her eyes were locked
with Laura's, pulsing heatedly.
Finally, she hung up. "We've
got about three hours to rock and
roll," she grinned.
"That's a lot more than we had last
time," Laura smiled.
Stevie approached her slowly,
and they embraced. "I think it
might be enough time to reach ten,"
she said in a husky, very sensual
voice.
They kissed, quickly growing
fiercely passionate, trying to eat
each other alive.
When their mouths finally parted,
both were panting.
"This way," Laura said, pulling
Stevie toward
her
bedroom.
They undressed on the way.
Stevie's underwear
was
pure white lace, which accentuated
her sleek dark skin and made her
stunning. God, she's perfect, Laura
realized again. A perfect body, a
perfect face. How can there be such
perfection?
"Why are you staring?" Stevie
asked with a
self-
satisfied little smirk, knowing
perfectly well why.
"Such perfection," Laura said, awed.
"I'm no more perfect than you,
Laura,"
Stevie said, unfastening Laura's bra
and removing it, then tugging down
Laura's panties. "I just had my
picture taken. You're even more
perfect. Your boobs are bigger than
mine.
Mmmm, I love them."
She took off her own lacy white bra
and brushed
her
swollen, gleaming black nipples
against Laura's. Their tongues
tangled and danced excitedly.
"Are you going to fuck me hard?
Harder than
Rhonda
does? And make me come more times
than before?"
"Yes to all three questions," Laura
said,
pulling her down on the bed. "But I
have to warn you about one thing,"
she murmured as she ran her hands
and her mouth all over Stevie's
delicious naked body. "My neighbors
upstairs
are sort of nosy. They can hear it
if you scream." She grabbed a spare
pillow and pulled it over near their
heads. "So when you come and you
can't stand it, groan into this,
okay?"
Stevie giggled softly and then
gasped as one of her nipples
disappeared into Laura's mouth.
"Unhhhh! Oh! Yes . . . oh
yes, do it
hard, Laura!"
Her beautiful small naked
breasts were a feast for Laura, who
devoured them passionately. Stevie
was used to being the center of
attention, whether in public or in
bed, and so she lay back and
surrendered her beautiful body to
Laura, who swarmed over it,
caressing her and kissing her
everywhere, finally arriving between
Stevie's thighs.
She gazed again at one of the two or
three most beautiful pussies she had
ever seen.
"They should've put this on the
cover of
Playboy," she said, running her
fingertip up
and down in the wet pink
crease between the succulent black
cuntlips, so long and beautifully
curved.
"Unhhh!" Stevie gasped in pleasure.
"Oh god Laura
yes!"
Laura remembered from their first
time together
that
Stevie was not a fast comer. Even
with Laura's great expertise, it
took Stevie a little while to get
there, at least the first time.
Laura didn't mind a bit since it
gave her more time to dwell on the
exquisite beauty of the girl's
lovely body and her beautifully
shaped pussy.
She slithered her tongue into every
wet crease
and
crevice, toying with Stevie as she
brought her along. Stevie was soon a
wreck, a quivering, churning mass of
need, her voice
whimpering deep in her throat,
clotted with urgency and mad fuck-
hunger. Her eyes fluttered open to
watch Laura's mouth skillfully
making love to her throbbing pussy,
and then her head fell back as she
nearly swooned in anticipation of
the killer climax that was slowly
building in her luscious, lean body.
"Mmmm, you like me to fuck you,
don't you," Laura purred to her as
she slowly brought the lovely girl
to the pinnacle of sexual tension.
"You like it . . . you like it
better than you do with Rhonda,
don't you."
"Oh yes . . . oh god yes! Unhhh!
Unhhh!" Stevie
panted uncontrollably. "Oh Laura,
I'm so close!"
"I know, I know, darling. You
are going to come. You are going to
come right now."
"Unhh! Unh! Oh god . . . you're
right!
Unngghiiieeeee!"
Her first cries escaped full-
throated into the air, but she then
turned her face into the pillow
Laura had provided and groaned into
it as her lean, beautiful body
undulated in waves of intense
orgasmic pleasure. It was a very
long and thorough orgasm, and Laura
stayed with her through the whole
thing, coaxing every last sweet
spasm out of her delicious body
until Stevie finally stretched out
and smiled like a cat.
"Ummm, nobody makes me come like
you do," she
said
softly to Laura. "That was so
quick."
Actually, it had taken about
five minutes, but maybe that was
quick for her, Laura thought. Or she
had just experienced a fractured
sense of time. At any rate, she was
relaxed and grateful.
"I really needed that," she said.
"I haven't had
sex
for about three weeks, since I last
saw Rhonda."
Laura looked at her
skeptically. "I can't believe you
don't have opportunities. You're
impossibly gorgeous and sexy."
"Just horny guys who want to
shove the big one in you, while
their wives or girlfriends aren't
looking. Whoopee, I made it with a
Playmate!"
"How do you know I'm not
feeling that way?"
Stevie pushed Laura onto her
back and began to make love to her
now. "Because you love me for
myself. Tell me you do."
Laura teased her. "Rhonda's the one
who
loves you. I only love to fuck
you."
Stevie made a moue. "Same thing.
Now open your
thighs so I can get even."
"It wouldn't be hard to love
you, though," Laura smiled, as
Stevie slid down between her thighs.
"I can see why Rhonda does."
"Don't be silly. She loves fucking
a
Playmate too.
She probably bragged about it to
you, didn't she. Before we met, I
mean."
"Unhh! Oh!"
"Oh, do you like that? Want some
more?"
"Oh yes! Just like that!"
Further conversation was out of the
question as Stevie began to eat
Laura's aching wet pussy
passionately, knowing from their
earlier experience how quickly Laura
could come. A few months with
Rhonda had turned the girl into a
decent lesbian lover, and she seemed
to enjoy going to bed with Laura a
lot. In only a few minutes, Laura
was grabbing the pillow herself,
pushing her face into it, her pelvis
shuddering and pumping wildly as a
delicious orgasm wrenched her.
They coiled together afterward,
and then Stevie, her face lighting
up with mischief, jumped off the bed
and dashed to the living room,
still delectably naked, to open one
of her bags. She returned with a
video camera in one hand and a
tripod in the other.
"I brought this for playing with
Rhonda, but I
don't
see any reason why we can't use it
too," she said.
"What did you have in mind?" Laura
asked calmly.
"To make videos of us fucking. My
ex-husband used
to
do it, that's how I got the idea.
It's so much fun. You can't
imagine."
"I hope you didn't leave him a few
videos to
remember
you by."
Stevie made her moue again. "I
found them and threw them out before
we divorced. He wanted to kill me,
but he still loves me so he couldn't
bring himself to do it."
"You're a cruel woman, Ms. Archer."
And so they spent the next hour
screwing in
front of
the video camera. They had to stop
now and then to look at what the
tape had captured. Watching it
aroused them further, and they
resumed. The
camera was stationary on its tripod,
and so there was no sophistication
in the way of camera angles or close-
ups, but both Stevie and Laura were
exceptionally beautiful, and very
aroused by one
another, so that the tapes were hot.
At one point, Laura took the video
camera
off its tripod and lovingly taped
every inch of Stevie's perfect body.
"I want to be able to look at your
beautiful
pussy
whenever I like," she murmured.
"Even when your off somewhere
screwing Rhonda, I want to remember
you here in my bed."
"What makes you think you get
to keep the tape?" Stevie grinned,
biting her lower lip as Laura began
to caress her naked body with her
free hand. "You might blackmail
me."
"I would," Laura smiled. "I'd
blackmail you
into
coming back to me."
She slid two fingers into Stevie's
delicious wet
pussy and began fingerfucking her
while she video-taped Stevie's
undulating body. Stevie was wildly
beautiful when she was being fucked,
and Laura wanted to videotape her
having an orgasm.
"Oh god . . . Laura, you're going to
make
me come!" she whimpered softly,
churning her hips, biting her lip.
Fortunately, the video camera
weighed little. Laura realized that
it could actually happen, and she
settled between Stevie's spread
thighs, fucking her more
deliberately now, and taping every
exquisite moment.
"I am . . . I am going to make you
come,"
she murmured. "Oh! Unhhh!
Unhhh! Oh . . . oh wow
ungghhh! Yes!" "You are very
beautiful when you come," Laura
murmured. She let the camera
sweep up and down the girl's
lean,
gleaming body, focusing on her
small, jiggling breasts, and her
long, smooth stomach, then on her
pussy. She rubbed Stevie's clit
with her thumb at the same time that
she slid her two fingers into the
buttery, warm slit of her cunt.
God, if I could trigger her little g-
spot
at a time like this, we'd have a
tape for all time, she thought. How
would I get the camera back on the
tripod?
Just as she had this thought,
she detected
a faint but unmistakable twitch in
Stevie's undulating body. Oh god,
this is it! she realized. It was
too late to put the camera back.
But she didn't want to risk losing
this climax from the tape.
As it turned out, all she could
do was hold on for the ride.
Stevie's body clenched, and she came
immediately.
"Auungghhhh! Ohnngggg!
Ungghh! Ungghhh!" she groaned,
arching and quivering, her thighs
flexing, her pelvis shuddering.
She came convulsively, groaning and
tossing her
head,
coming again, whimpering and then
whinnying helplessly as successive
orgasms wrenched her lovely smooth
body.
Continuing to hand-fuck her, Laura
could only hold on for the ride.
The bed bounced, and the camera
jerked up and down in her hand, but
for the most part, she kept it
focused on Stevie.
She taped her own fingers plunging
in and
out of Stevie's pussy, and the
fierce clenching of Stevie's lean,
beautiful body, and above all the
stirring ecstacy on her face as the
orgasms struck her. She came at
least three times before she
stopped, and the final orgasm seemed
like a sweet agony as she twisted
and moaned through several seconds
of excruciatingly intense pleasure.
Laura had the camera on her face as
she surfaced
from
the storms of her climaxes, and she
giggled self consciously, and
charmingly, looking into the
camera's lens and panting softly.
"Laura, you are a dirty bird,
taping a totally helpless girl and
fucking her at the same time," she
gasped. "You ought to be ashamed."
Laura switched off the tape.
"Next time I'm going to lick your
pretty pussy with this lens," she
said, pointing to the protruding
lens housing. "Viewers will get an
idea of how exciting it is to lick
your pussy."
"Mmmm, why don't you hold it up
and point it down here, and you can
tape what I look like when I'm
eating your pussy," Stevie purred
sexily.
They hurriedly propped up three
pillows
behind Laura's back, and she
videotaped Stevie licking her pussy
until the sensations grew so intense
that she couldn't hold the camera
any more.
"Honey . . ." she panted. "I .
. . I can't hold it any more, I'm
going to come!"
"Put the damn thing down, then,"
Stevie
giggled,
pouring on the heat.
"Oh! Oh yes!" Laura gasped, setting
the
camera on the bed beside their
bodies, forgetting whether she had
turned the switch off or not.
"Ungghhh! Oh god! Aunngghhh!"
She came in a hot rush, feeling the
honeyfire pour through her writhing
body. Afterward, Stevie, bemused,
picked up the video camera and
flicked it off.
"You left it on, you naughty girl.
Wasting my
tape."
"My tape," Laura blinked, still
half-stunned
by her
orgasm. "I want it to remember you
by."
"My tape," Stevie smirked. "I'll
make you a
copy.
Maybe. If you're good. And you
promise not to blackmail me."
Both of them ended up glancing
at the clock radio in the same
instant and realized that midnight
was approaching, and Rhonda might be
showing up. What if she got out of
the meeting early?
"Oh god, we better get
dressed," Laura said. "It'll be
hard enough to convince her we
haven't been fucking."
"I hope she doesn't smell it on
us," Stevie shrugged sourly. "Some
people have those fucking bloodhound
noses."
"You probably have time for a
quick shower,"
Laura
suggested. She winked. "Wish I
could join you."
"We'll have to save that for
next time,"
Stevie
winked back.
She showered quickly, while Laura
simply
put on some expensive perfume to
hide whatever odor of hot sex might
be lingering on her body. She
couldn't remember if Rhonda had an
especially sharp sense of smell or
not. In ten minutes, they were both
dressed and pretending to be totally
bored with one another, anticipating
the attitudes they could feign when
Rhonda arrived.
But it turned out that she
phoned instead. She was tired and
asked if Laura would mind driving
Stevie over to her apartment. She
would meet them there. Laura
agreed.
"We could try that shower now,"
Laura
suggested. "Just a quick one."
"I'm tempted," Stevie said,
eyes sparkling with sex. "You are a
sex maniac, Laura."
Laura kissed her. "For you I am."
Stevie put a finger on Laura's
lips. "You've had your way with me
tonight, sex fiend. I don't think
I've ever come so much in one time.
Please let me rest. I will no doubt
have to fuck with Rhonda a couple of
times before sleepy bye."
"Poor dear. Just close your eyes
and think of
me."
Stevie smiled her most enchanting
covergirl
smile
and was silent.