Chapter 205

     Laura's back was still not healed, and she had to
continue to make excuses to Deshona, whom she had not seen
in a week, and who was growing more impatient and jealous,
wondering if Laura were seeing someone else.  Laura, who had
been fucking Randi, Tiffany, and Earlene with heated
enthusiasm, continued to lie.  But she did truly love
Deshona, and the lies pained her as much as the itch in her
pussy at the sound of Deshona's voice.  She too wanted the
healing to be over.

     Meanwhile, she tried to avoid every day looking at
Tamara Taylor, whose exquisite face and delicious body made
it almost impossible not to stare.  Tamara did not catch her
staring, but Sholandra did, in the hallway outside the
cafeteria at lunch time.  She even startled Laura by coming
up behind  her.

     "You're eyes be falling out of your head, Laura," she
said.  "Better not let her catch you looking.  You look like
a sex offender.  You'd really like a piece of that juicy
little hair pie, wouldn't you?  You and Rhonda and every guy
in the building.  New girl on the block, and everybody wants
to fuck her, right?"

     Laura and Sholandra had not really spoken for months,
or seen one another either, even in the hallways.  She knew
that Sholandra was angry at her and Rhonda both, and also
that she had a heavy romance going with both Eric and Danny.
So she was being screwed plenty.  Laura knew them both and
had been screwed by them both, together and separately.  She
knew Sholandra wasn't pining for cock; she was getting more
than enough.

     But she might be pining for something else.  Laura
realized she was jealous of Tamara Taylor and the attention
she was getting.

     "I only stared at her because you weren't around,"
Laura said, disarmingly.

     "Oh, right."

     "It's true.  How've you been, darling?"

     "A fat lot you care."

     Laura softened.  Sholandra was very sexy and
attractive.  Laura hadn't fallen for her in the first place
without reason.  And she was also fiery and provocative.


    "I do care.  How are you getting along with Danny and
Eric?  Isn't one of them trying to beat the other one out
for your affections?"

     "You mean my black pussy.  Or my ass.  Hard to figure
which one they like most.  Girl, I'm getting sore from those
huge dicks jamming up my booty.  Why do men like to do that
so much?"

     "You're asking the wrong person."

    "Well . . . sometimes it's okay, but a steady diet of
it is a little rough."

     "Do you still let them double up on you?"

     Sholandra shook her head but contradicted it with her
mouth.  "I did last week, though.  It is kind of exciting."
She dropped her voice.  "It's kind of fun to know you're
driving them so crazy.  And boy, do they come.  They just
spurt all over the place."

    This conversation was making Laura hot, and Sholandra
seemed to know it.  Laura lowered her voice and leaned
close, speaking intimately.

    "What about you?  Do you come `all over the place'?"
                              
     Sholandra grinned.  "I do okay.  But not as many times
as I used to with you."

     "Sounds like you could use a change."

     "Are you inviting me over?"

     Laura's pussy was running with warm juice.  She wished
they could do it right now.  She flirted with Sholandra.

     "Would you come, if I invited you?"

     Sholandra flirted back, with a devastating look.  "Come
and come," she said.

    "I can be home by six," Laura said.  "Don't be late."
                              
     Sholandra wasn't.  She wandered around Laura's

apartment curiously, looking for clues.  "Who you been

screwing lately?  I mean, besides stuck-up Yvette Farmer,

and that cute, quiet girl with the big ass who Rhonda

transferred right out from under you?"

     "How is it you know so much?"

     "Oh, I know things.  I keep my eyes open."

     "Evidently you do."

     "You been screwing that black ice cube
from Decision Resources too, right?  The vice
president?  Ms. Reed.  With all her curly-
frowsy hair.  Tiny woman with big titties. You
really go for that, don't you, Laura.  Shit,
that woman could give Jack Frost a run.  How
did you melt her down?"


     Laura grabbed her hand as she cruised past,
pulling her close, willing to do anything to
shut her up.  "I really go for you."


     "You only want my pussy.  Everybody only
wants my pussy.  Except for Eric and Danny, who
want my ass too."


"They have good taste," Laura said, dropping one
                      hand
to Sholandra's pretty round ass, squeezing one
firm bun through her skirt.

 They kissed, slowly at first, then more wetly,
sensually, hungrily.

   "You're the first girl I ever kissed, know
                     that?"
Sholandra said.  "Of course you do.  Rhonda's
the only other one.  I think I really prefer
cock to pussy."

     "Why'd you accept my invitation, then?"

 "Sentimental reasons, I guess," Sholandra said,
                      with
pointed irony, staring Laura directly in the
eye.

     Gazing at this gorgeous face, Laura quickly
remembered the time when she was desperate to
have Sholandra, when she had lurked behind file
cabinets and pillars at work just to get a
glimpse of her short but spectacular legs, or
any other part of her.  She remembered rescuing
her from a rape in the parking garage, and how
they had almost fucked afterward.  And then The
Kiss, as Sholandra moved closer and closer to
giving in.

     Finally, a glorious evening of thrilling
sex that Laura could still remember in every
detail.  Sentimental indeed. They had shared
some pretty intense moments.

"Remember the first time we kissed?" Laura asked
                      her.
"First time?"

     Sholandra's dark eyes throbbed.  "I can
remember you wanting to fuck me from the first
time you laid eyes on me," she whispered
huskily.

     Laura traced a line down the girl's smooth,
mocha-brown cheek with one fingertip.  "That
hasn't changed, at least."

     "You remember that pale yellow underwear I
had on that night when I showed you my evening
dress?" Sholandra asked, coquettish and alluring
now.

     She had a deeply sensual, fuck-me look in
her eyes that was devastating to Laura, who
could remember everything.
The yellow underwear against Sholandra's smooth,
molassescolored skin had been an unforgettable
sight.  She recalled the dark circles of
Sholandra's very large nipples showing through
the lacy pale yellow gauze of the demi-bra.

  "I could never forget it," Laura half-croaked
                     softly.
                        
 "I'm wearing it now," Sholandra tilted her head
provocatively.  "Want to see?"

 Laura drank in every part of the girl.  As she
                      often
did, Sholandra wore a scoop-neck blouse to show
off her flawless skin, and perfect bones, her
clavicles straight and sculptured, her throat
pure and shapely, her breasts just large enough
to make a tantalizing shallow cleavage below the
neck line.  Laura could actually feel nectars
flowing into her tingling pussy as she looked at
Sholandra.  No wonder I had to have her, she
thought.

     "I . . . want to see."

     With an alluring smile, Sholandra began to
slowly unbutton the back of her blouse.  "You
still have those nosey neighbors," she asked,
idly.  Her eyes fixed Laura's. "What if you make
me come hard?  Do I still have to scream into a
pillow?"

     Not many others would have asked the
question in that particular way, Laura knew.
She smiled and threw caution to
the winds.  God no.  Just scream, you delectable
darling. You know I will make you come hard.

     "You can scream as loud as you want," she
said evenly, not taking her eyes from
Sholandra's.

     I may hate myself later, she thought.  But
how could I want you not to scream?  She
watched, fascinated and aroused, as Sholandra's
skin and the lacy fabric of her bra came slowly
into view.  Laura didn't know why, but one of
the most sexually electrifying things for her
was watching a desirable woman remove her own
bra.  It was seductive and alluring, a moment of
almost hypnotic temptation.

     Sholandra could sense Laura's fascination,
and she slowly removed her blouse, watching
Laura's eyes.  Her large black nipples were
again visible through the filmy fabric.

     "Girl . . . you've seen my body before,"
she whispered.

     "No," Laura swallowed nervously.  "It's
like the first time."

     This sparked Sholandra's mischievous,
flirtatious streak.  She curved one delicious
shoulder archly, sliding the bra strap over it
and down her arm with two fingers. Laura
quivered internally.  Sholandra did the same
thing with the other strap, so that now they
were both dangling down her arms.

     "Laura . . . you have rape in your eye,"

she whispered, smiling slyly.

     "I do?"

     "Are you gon' rape me?"

     "I think I am."

     Sholandra's smile widened.  She reached
both hands behind her back and finally unclasped
the bra, letting it slide down her arms and fall
to the floor.  She stared at Laura.  Laura
stared at Sholandra's beautiful small breasts.


 Because her skin was not as dark as some other
                     girls'
skins, her nipples seemed jet black by contrast,
round, puffy, bulging.  To Laura it seemed she
had sucked them hard a thousand times.
Sholandra thoroughly enjoyed Laura's
enchantment.  She cupped her naked breasts in
her palms and ran her thumbs across her nipples.
After two or three times, the centers sprang up,
stiff and excited.

    "Bet you'd like to touch these with your
                  tongue," she
suggested.

     Laura nodded.  "Let's go in the bedroom."

     "Ooohhh Miz Laura, you up to no good,"
Sholandra
     smiled.  "I do believe you got rape on your

     mind indeed." They went into Laura's

     bedroom.  Laura shut the door. "Why do you

     always do that?" Sholandra asked, amused.

     "I don't want anyone to interrupt us."

    Laura submitted while Sholandra carefully
                   unbuttoned
her expensive silk blouse and unfastened her bra
too, running a fingertip lightly over the
scratches on Laura's back.

     "You been going to bed with another hellcat
besides me," she said softly, bending to kiss
them, a paradoxical gesture, so sweet that Laura
was nearly overwhelmed.

     Sholandra was rarely tender.  Laura turned
and kissed her, very romantically.  They
embraced, rubbing their naked breasts together
in a smooth, sensual, luxurious motion, enjoying
every minute sensation.

 "I haven't felt you like this for a long time,"
Sholandra murmured, kissing Laura's naked
shoulder.

     "Too long."

   "I kinda dig your body too, you know.  And
                   you've got
the greatest boobs I ever saw."

  "All yours, darling.  Do whatever you want to
                     them."
                        
     "Mmmm . . . this?"

     "Oh!" Laura gasped as Sholandra took one of

her aching nipples into her mouth and clamped it

lightly with her teeth.

   "Does that light your pretty pink pussy on

                     fire?"

     "Yes!"

     "How about this?"

     "Unhhh!  Oh . . . god yes!"

 Sholandra was devouring Laura's breasts before
                      Laura
could even get her hands on Sholandra's.

   "We better take the rest of our clothes off
                    before we
end up fucking with them on," Sholandra panted,
between sweetly intense mouth-attacks on Laura's
throbbing nipples, now erect, wet, and excited.

  How could I ever allow myself to ignore this
                     little
treasure? Laura wondered.  She is so hot.

     In another twenty seconds they were both
naked, squirming together on the bed, kissing
heatedly, groping, sucking.  Laura finally got
her mouth on the delicious feast of Sholandra's
small, beautiful breasts, almost swallowing the
girl's plump, gleaming black nipples, bringing
tight little squeals of delight from deep in
Sholandra's throat.

     "God, girl, how could you stay away from me
for so long?" she panted, holding both marvelous
little breasts in her hands, squeezing them,
watching Sholandra's stiff, saliva-wet nipples
expand and point upward so that she could attack
them again with her tongue.

     "I'm beginning to wonder the same thing,"
Sholandra panted, squirming, glassy-eyed,
watching Laura's hands and mouth on her breasts.
"You do that better than any dude. All they want
to do is fuck me."

     "Mmmm, who says I don't?"

     Sholandra pulled Laura's head up so that
they were face to face.  She looked soulfully
deep into Laura's eyes.

     "Laura . . . you know you were my first.
You know, first girl.  It's still special to me.
You know I joke around, and I'm pretty hot and
jealous sometimes.  But with you . . ."

     She paused, unable to continue.  Laura held
her face in both hands and kissed her
emotionally, then passionately.

 "I know what you mean, darling.  It's been too
                     long."
                        
     "I want you to . . . you know, not fuck me.
Everybody fucks me.  I just want you to do it to
me like you did the first time."

     A smile spread over Laura's face.  "You
mean lick your pussy until you come?"

     Sholandra couldn't suppress a small,
embarrassed laugh. "It should only take about
ten seconds, the way I feel."

     Without replying, Laura gently pushed her
down onto her back.  Often it seemed to her that
she was spending most of her time trying to
persuade some gorgeous creature to let her do
this.  She had even spent a lot of time trying
to persuade Sholandra, long ago.  It gave her a
great thrill to be asked to do it.

    And Sholandra had a delicious, perfectly-
                  proportioned
body, a beautiful warm-molasses colored body
that Laura now kissed everywhere, exploring and
enjoying every inch of it on her way down to
fulfill Sholandra's request.  She didn't want to
hurry it.  Both of them were so sexually aroused
that she knew Sholandra was right.  Only a few
strokes of the tongue against her swollen clit
would make her explode. But Laura wanted to
prolong it, and she knew just how to do it.

     "Mmm, I don't want it to take only ten
seconds," she murmured, now caressing
Sholandra's naked, undulating body with all her
skill.  "I am going to remind you of the first
time."

     "Ohhhnnnn . . . yes!  Oh, it feels so
good!" Sholandra moaned, twisting and biting her
lower lip, cupping her own delectable breasts in
her hands and squeezing them.

     Compared to some of the exquisitely shaped
cunts that Laura had devoted her attentions to,
Sholandra's was only average, a smallish seam
enclosed by dark, unexceptional flaps.  But her
clit was big, a thick nubbin that was now
swollen to twice its normal size, glossy and,
Laura knew, throbbing, pulsing, tumid with need.
Carefully, she opened Sholandra's cuntlips with
her finger and began to lick the girl's hot,
glistening pit slowly, well aware that the
slightest misadventure would make Sholandra come
in a fierce, clenching spasm.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" Sholandra whimpered, now
                     driven
crazy with need by Laura's clever tongue.
"Unngghh!  Oh god!"

     Her warm, tangy juices began to flood
Laura's tongue, one of the things that aroused
Laura wildly, and Laura had a hard time
controlling her urge to ravish this lovely,
flooding pussy aggressively, making Sholandra
come quickly and violently, so that she too
would get to come.  But she managed to slow them
both down by kissing the smooth, velvety insides
of Sholandra's delicious thighs, teasing the
girl almost satanically by inching her lips
closer and closer to the inflamed crotch flower,
making Sholandra gasp and shudder from a pent-up
excess of lust.

     And even now she had not yet touched the
swollen, purplish marble of Sholandra's erect
clit with her tongue or her lips.  But she knew
neither of them could keep this up for long.
Sholandra was going mad from need, and Laura
herself was on fire.  Her eyes kept drifting up
to the girl's contorted face, and to Sholandra's
fingers, busily pinching and twisting her plump
black nipples as she writhing and moaned in a
terrible fit of sexual need, pumping and
gyrating her pelvis, pushing her pussy up into
Laura's eager mouth.

     "Oh . . . you want to come for me, don't
you," Laura purred, slithering the tip of her
tongue into the folds and crevices of
Sholandra's shiny wet cunt.

     "Oh!  Oh yes!  Oh . . . Laura . . . yes, do
it harder, please!  I . . . oh, I'm so close!
Oh please . . . Laura! Ungghhh!"

   Laura absolutely loved reducing a beautiful
                    woman to
complete helplessness.  Sholandra was totally
hers now, desperate for release, her lovely
brown body undulating and flexing, her lovely
face grimacing with sexual tension.  Her eyes
implored Laura.  Her hands clawed at her own
small breasts and stiff, pointing nipples.  Her
breathing was labored and scratchy, and her clit
seemed to swell up even further.

 Now Laura was ready to attack it.  She let her
                     tongue
ascend up the inflamed, oozing trench of
Sholandra's open pussy until the broad, flat
middle of it drew across the bulging little ball
of nerves, continuing until the tip of her
tongue only was touching it.  This entire tongue
motion was nearly enough to make Sholandra come
without another touch.

     "Annngghhh!" she groaned, her pelvis

shuddering wildly as Laura's tongue came to a

stop.

     "Oh, you like that?" Laura murmured.

     "Oh, god, yes!"

     "Honey, I guess you are pretty close."

Sholandra was speechless, quivering and mewling
hysterically, begging Laura with her eyes.  But
Laura had already given in.  She pressed the
flat of her tongue to Sholandra's throbbing
clit again, then sucked the entire spongy
little ball into her mouth.  Sholandra came
seconds later, a fierce, explosive climax that
buckled her body and almost flung both of them
off Laura's bed.

     "Aunnggh!  Ohhnggnnmiiieeee!" she cried
out, flipping,
surging, her hips bucking frantically as each
killing spasm wrenched her.

     Laura knew it was an extravagant, loud
climax, but she purposely ignored the effect it
might have on Jane or Kendra upstairs.
Sholandra's orgasm was so overpowering that
Laura wanted them both to enjoy every last
aspect of it, including Sholandra's helpless
cries of ecstacy, which thrilled Laura to the
quick every time she heard them.  Just the sight
of the lovely girl writhing and coming in her
own bed, completely destroyed by a sweet,
shocking rapture, was nearly enough to make
Laura come too.

     But she didn't want to destroy the rhythm
of the moment.  Gently, she continued to lick
Sholandra's pussy until the orgasm and its
several aftershocks faded.  Then she slid up to
kiss her.  Sholandra made a face.

     "You always kissing me when you got pussy
juice on your lips," she said, half-joking but
still serious.  "My pussy juice.  Ugh!"

     "I love your pussy juice," Laura said.

   "Rather taste yours," Sholandra said, eyes
                    widening,
flaring with renewed sexual promise.

     Laura smiled, welcoming this invitation,
lying back and surrendering her body.  She was
very overwrought from what had just occurred and
knew she too would come in a flash. Sholandra
was not, Laura remembered, a subtle or tender
lover.  She went for the money, not using her
fingers because of her long nails, but employing
her mouth like a mechanized suction device,
devouring Laura's aching pussy so hungrily that
it took under a minute for Laura to come.

     It was a thrilling, exuberant orgasm,
filling her entire body with raging honeyfire,
an emotional as well as physical climax since
she and Sholandra had had a troubled
relationship, especially during the past year.
The sex between them now was relaxed and warm,
without any unnecessary emotional baggage, as if
they had learned to live with each other's
weaknesses and the specter of other lovers.
Laura did, however, turn her head at the last
instant and moan, fiercely, into the pillow,
fearing that more than one ecstatic scream was
really pushing it, as far as the neighbors were
concerned.

     After this, they cooed and cuddled.  "I
want to sixtynine with you," Sholandra said.  "I
hate doing it with guys, but I like doing it
with you."

     "How about with Rhonda?" Laura said, half-
teasing, halfjealous.

  "She goes out of her way to avoid me now, you
                      know.
But she ain't bopping that skinny model any more.
Don't
know what happened.  Got dumped, I guess.  I saw
her crying, but she hated me for seeing it, so
she don't give me the time of day any more."

   Laura was relieved to know, at least, that
                   Sholandra,
who seemed to know everything else, didn't know
about her own involvement with Stevie Archer and
the notorious video tape.  "I mean, did you like
to do it with her," she prompted.  "Sixty-nine."

     Sholandra looked at her nervously,
reluctant to go on. "Don't take it personal,
Laura, but she's kind of good at it.  That woman
loves pussy almost as much as you do.  Once we
sixty-nined each other four times in a row.
Couldn't get enough.  She likes it."

 Laura tried not to be jealous.  "Why don't you
                      like
doing it with a guy?"

     "Two reasons.  They squirt it in your face.
Dudes really like to squirt it in your face.
That stuff really stings if you get it in your
eye.  And two, I can't really enjoy it myself
because that big old thing is poking me in the
face all the time while I'm getting all excited
down there.  With a girl you just . . . lick and
come and lick and come."

  Laura laughed softly.  "Let's lick and come,"
                       she
whispered.  "I like to lick and come with you."

 In seconds they were in position, with Laura on
                      top,
her head between Sholandra's thighs, Sholandra's
between hers.  They began slowly but quickly
heated up.  Both were only moments away from
another orgasm when somebody started ringing
Laura's downstairs doorbell insistently.

     Who the fuck is that? Laura thought.  She
knew Sholandra thought it was another
girlfriend, trying to get Laura's attention.
They tried to ignore it, but the person would
not go away or stop.

     "Shit!" Laura said.  "Why don't they stop?"

     Then suddenly, Sholandra rolled over,
pushing Laura off.  She sat up.  "It's Danny.  I
told him to meet me here. I forgot.  Sorry."

  Laura frowned.  "Meet you here?  Are you sure
                       you
didn't have something in mind?"

     Sholandra equivocated, looking down.  "Well
. . . I thought maybe you wouldn't mind.  Not if
we did something together first."

     Laura shrugged.  "Should we invite him up?"

     Sholandra gave her one of her coyest, most

flirtatious, devastating smiles.  "Why not?"