Chapter 214
     
     
     Laura had walked Mavis down to her car in time to get
her home before `Mama' got home, kissing her with lingering
passion through the car window.  Then she watched her drive
off and started happily back toward the lobby of her
building when she saw, of all people, Randi sitting alone in
her car a few yards away, looking at her.
     
     Here she had been somewhat afraid they would run into
Jane, and it was Randi instead.  Laura walked over to her
car, a sporty red Eclipse.  Why do these racy girls drive
these hot red cars, as if I didn't know, Laura wondered.
Randi's eyes, Laura was shocked to see, were glistening with
tears.
     
     "Hi," Laura said softly to her.  "What are you doing
here?"
     
     Randi sniffed.  "She's a little young, don't you
think?"
     
     Laura blushed, but it was dark, and she didn't think it
showed.  "She's older than she looks."
     
     "She looks fifteen."
     
     "Sixteen," Laura swallowed.  "Did you come here to spy
on me?"
     
     "Isn't that against the law or something?  Fucking a
little innocent sixteen-year-old sister?  You can't keep
your hands off the darkies, can you Laura?"
     
     Now a couple of tears actually spilled over and ran
down Randi's cheeks.  She was ravishing in the dim glow of
the streetlights, her braids pulled back and fastened by a
huge barrette behind her neck.  Her face was piercingly
beautiful to Laura, and her sadness and spite made it even
lovelier.
     
     Mavis is not exactly innocent, Laura thought.  But we
won't go into that.  She realized that her own feelings
about Randi were stronger than anything else right now,
certainly putting sexual desire in the shadows.  Laura had
already gone through so much sex that she knew she was
incapable of more without a rest.  But her insides seemed to
be throbbing, hurting for Randi, wanting just to hold her,
even for a second.
     
     She reached out with one finger and ran it along
Randi's forearm, which rested on the bottom frame of the
open car window.  "You don't have to be so mean to me," she
whispered.  "I still love you."
     
     Now more silent tears slid down Randi's cheeks.  She
looked up at Laura, her eyes bejeweled with tears, her face
showing her pain.  Then she quickly started up her car.
Laura pulled back, and Randi drove away.
     
     It wasn't an easy night for Laura.  Sexually satiated,
even thrilled by the memories of the marathon of fucking she
had undergone that weekend with four different girls, she
was emotionally troubled by her confused feelings.  She was
deeply in love with three of them.  How could that be?
     
     I fall in love . . . too easily . . .
     I fall in love . . . too fast,
     I fall in love too terribly hard
     For love to ever last . . .
     
     She remembered the song, heard it going around and
around inside her head.  Watching Randi cry in the dark
outside while nearly accusing her, Laura, of being a child
molester had made her, for some reason, almost melt with
love.  Holding Deshona close, fucking her heatedly and
repeatedly, made her whole being throb with happiness.  And
cuddling with Mavis, steering her clear of The Fist for
once, filled her with warm joy.
     
     How could she feel this unalloyed, intense love for
each of them?
     
     But finally she had to let it go and get some rest.
The following day, Randi came into her office, unannounced,
and shut the door behind her.  Laura looked up from her
desk.  Randi leaned back against the closed door.
     
     "We have to talk," she said softly, eye suddenly
welling up again.
     
     Laura nodded.  She and Randi had not any sex together
since their harrowing and sexually violent catfight, when
she had fist-fucked Randi viciously and Randi had ripped
open long scratches in her back.  Her feelings for the girl
were more complex than she wanted to recognize, and since
Randi seemed now to cry each time she saw Laura, Laura
figured that Randi's feelings were too.
     
     "Laura . . . it hurts too bad," Randi murmured, biting
her lower lip.  "I never felt this way about anybody . . .
not a man, not anybody.  I can't stand it."
     
     For a moment Laura wondered if she were talking about
Rob.  Did you catch him fucking somebody else? she wondered,
reluctant to say it aloud.  After all, if she were talking
about Laura, then it would be true.  She had caught Laura
fucking Mavis, just last night.  Laura suddenly felt guilty
all over again.
     
     Laura stood up from her desk.  She walked over to
Randi, reaching down and twisting the door lock shut.  Her
face was now very close to Randi's.
     
     "I love you, Randi," she murmured.
     
     Randi smiled wanly through her tears.  "You do?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     "Then what about that cute teenager you were with?"
     
     Oh god, I love her too! Laura thought.  "What about
Rob?"
     
     Randi looked down, evading Laura's stare.  "He went
back to his wife."
     
     "Camille?" Laura smiled, unable to resist a feeling of
triumph.  "Oh god."
     
     She raised a finger to Randi's cheek, wiping away a
tear.  Randi was so beautiful, so unhappy, so desirable.
Laura wanted to ravish her right there on the spot, ravish
and consume her the way she had when their catfight had
exploded into scorching, animalistic sex on the floor of the
rich person's mansion where Randi had been house-sitting.
     
     "I was going to say `I'm sorry,' but I'm not sorry,"
she whispered, kissing Randi's damp cheek.  "I hated you
being with him."
     
     "You introduced me to him."
     
     "I know.  I hated myself for doing it."
     
     When Randi turned her face only a few inches, her full,
sensual lips brushed Laura's, and they kissed tentatively.
Then Randi turned her mouth away again.
     
     "What about that uppity sista from that consulting firm
you been nuzzling in here for weeks?"
     
     "I have not!" Laura said softly, scandalized.
     
     She knew Randi was jealous of Deshona, who was fiercely
jealous of her.  They both seemed to sense how intensely
Laura cared for each of them.
     
     "Miz Laura, you been fucking that little perfumed black
pussy black and blue, you know you have.  Don't lie.  I can
see the way she looks at you.  Like God finally came down
here and sits in Laura's office."
     
     "She's actually . . . very nice," Laura said,
haltingly.  "You'd . . . probably like her, if you knew
her."
     
     Randi stiffened.  "I hardly think so."
     
     Laura wanted to do anything to get Randi's mind off
this.  She kissed her again, harder, more searchingly.
Randi wore a thick yellow sweater, and Laura had her hands
under it in a jiffy, her fingers caressing the smooth warm
skin of Randi's back, which she had kissed to often.
     
     "You're just trying to distract me," Randi panted.
     
     "Yes . . . I am.  How long has it been since we-?"
     
     "Feels like forever.  Oh Laura."
     
     Laura got Randi's bra unclasped under the sweater.  "I
want you," she panted, kissing her neck, sliding her hands
around to the front, under the loose bra cups.
     
     Randi's springy, warm breasts filled Laura's cupped
hands.  Laura gently pinched her large, soft nipples between
her thumbs and forefingers, making Randi gasp softly.
     
     "Let me suck one," Laura whispered, slithering her
tongue back into Randi's sensual mouth.
     
     "Right here?"
     
     "It's my office.  No one can come in?"
     
     Randi pouted.  "If you do, I'll want you to fuck me,"
she murmured, eyes veiled seductively.
     
     "I already want to."
     
     Eyes throbbing with sex, Randi pulled up the hem of the
sweater, and the loose bra cups with it, holding it under
her neck.  Both of her scrumptious naked breasts were
completely exposed to Laura.  Cradling both round globes in
her palms, Laura bent her head and began to lick one of
Randi's large, swelling black nipples, making Randi coo
softly and tremble.
     
     "Ohhhh!  God . . . suck it, yes!  Unhhh!"
     
     Laura knew they were both on the edge of completely
losing control.  There was so much emotion, so much history
mixed with this devouring sexual desire they had always felt
for one another that she knew they were in danger of sliding
to the floor and fucking wildly right there on the floor of
her office.  She knew she should stop, but instead she
sucked Randi's nipple into her mouth, laving it with her
tongue, sucking it harder.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Randi whimpered.
     
     "I want you."
     
     "It's so . . . dangerous!  Laura!"
     
     "I have to have you.  Let's go to my place."
     
     "Mine's closer," Randi giggled.
     
     She was right.  Quickly, Laura helped her refasten the
bra.  She grabbed her purse.  They each help straighten the
other's hair.  Do we already look like we've been fucking?
Laura wondered.
     
     She took a deep breath.  "Okay.  Just act like we're
going to a meeting together or something."
     
     "But you're carrying your purse," Randi smiled.  "I
have to drop by my cube to get mine.  Otherwise, we can't
get into my place."
     
     Laura's shoulders sank.  "You go first.  It won't look
so suspicious."
     
     Randi nodded and left.  They would meet in a few
minutes at her place.  When Laura left her office, only
about a minute after Randi, she saw Tamara Taylor looking at
her very curiously from across the room.  Tamara didn't work
on that floor, but she was there anyway, staring at Laura.
She had probably seen Randi leaving.  Oh god . . . oh shit!
Laura thought.  You bitch, quit looking!
     
     She glowered at Tamara, who had already made her feel
so guilty a few weeks back by accusing Laura of staring at
her.  Surprisingly, Tamara appeared to be ashamed at having
been caught staring herself and looked away.  Laura was
confused by a hot flux of contradictory feelings.  She was
wild to fuck Randi, she was feeling guilty under Tamara's
gaze, and yet she almost undressed the girl with her eyes at
the same time, wanting desperately to fuck her too.
     
     God, I'm just overheated from what we were doing in my
office, she thought.  And what we're going to do now.  She
hastily averted her eyes so that Tamara wouldn't see her
staring again.
     
     It only took about eight minutes to drive to Randi's
townhouse.  Randi was already there.  She let Laura in,
locked the door, and they fell on one another like two wild
animals, gasping and whimpering and clawing at each other's
clothes.  The last time they had fucked had been their
catfight.  Laura remembered every detail, and her pussy
became so wet, she was sure fuck juices would start
trickling down her thigh momentarily.
     
     Shedding their clothes, they stumbled down the hall to
Randi's bedroom.  They fell on the bed, still half-clothed.
     
     They kissed so ravenously that Laura was afraid they
would hurt each other.
     
     Randi bit her neck.  She squeezed Randi's naked breasts
so hard that Randi yelped.
     
     "Anngghiiee!  Ouch . . . Laura!"
     
     "Sorry . . . god, I want you!"
     
     "Don't rip it.  I just bought it.  Here, I'll help."
     
     "I love your body," Laura panted.
     
     "That's all you love," Randi gasped, slipping her red
panties down her long, shapely legs.  "You just want to fuck
me.  That's all."
     
     "No . . . I want to eat you alive, and swallow you."
     
     "Unnhh!  Oh Jesus, that feels good."
     
     Laura bunched up both of Randi's beautiful breasts in
her hands and assaulted Randi's bulging black nipples with
her mouth, sucking them hard, one after the other.  Randi
was torn between enjoying the way Laura was ravishing her
breasts and getting some of Laura too.  She finally rolled
Laura onto her back and slid down Laura's body, pulling down
Laura's panties, sliding her hand between Laura's thighs.
     
     "Unhh!" Laura gasped as she felt two of Randi's long
fingers slide up into her aching, buttery slit.
     
     Laura instantly recalled that during their catfight,
she had fistfucked Randi's pussy mercilessly, at the same
time grunting at her that she loved her, timing her words to
coincide with each hard thrust of her fist up into Randi's
vulnerable cunt.  She felt a quick squirt of fear that Randi
was going to get back at her, right now.  Half of her wanted
it to be true.
     
     "Oh god, Laura, I love to fuck with you," Randi panted,
beginning to tickle Laura's clit with the tip of her tongue
as she slid her two fingers in and out of Laura's pussy.
     
     "Oh . . . oh baby!" Laura panted, biting her lower lip,
wildly aroused by Randi's hungry passion for her body.
     
     Suddenly, she knew it was going to happen just as she
feared.  Randi bunched her fingers together into a wedge,
then pushed hard until her whole hand slid into Laura's
pussy, which was so flooded with warm juice that Randi's
hand popped in easily.
     
     "Oh god!" Laura whimpered.
     
     "I love you, Laura," Randi murmured in a passionate,
guttural gasp, beginning to form her fingers into a fist,
rotating it inside Laura's tight channel.
     
     Laura realized  that she was almost coming already.
Both of them were so aroused that they were about ready to
explode in fierce climaxes, needing only the slightest
stimulus to push them over.  But instead of paying her back,
instead of raping Laura's pussy roughly with her fist, Randi
fucked her in a slow, sensual rhythm, her eyes locked with
Laura's, throbbing with meaning and hot sex.
     
     It was a stirring, intimate trance they were caught in
together, Randi's fist slowly moving back and forward inside
the tight, wet, warm sleeve of Laura's aching pussy, Laura
completely mesmerized by the experience, feeling her body
penetrated by this lovely girl's hand, feeling her sexual
arousal swell and throb toward the bursting point.  It was
so different from her experience only a few days ago with
Brenda, which had resulted in a frenzy of need and a fierce
self-rape in which she had grabbed Brenda's wrist and jammed
her pussy down onto Brenda's hand.
     
     But now the warm, enveloping wash of deeply intimate
feeling she paradoxically associated with fist-fucking came
to the fore with Randi.  They gazed into one another's eyes.
Laura loved her.  Randi loved Laura.  Fuck me, Laura said
with her eyes.
     
     "Fuck me, Randi," she whispered.
     
     "Yes.  Oh Laura."
     
     "You can . . . fuck me harder."
     
     "If I suck your clit, will you come?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!  Unghh!  Unhhh!  Oh baby . . . do it.
Please!"
     
     With her hand still embedded in Laura's streaming cunt,
Randi again bent down, her eyes still up and fastened with
Laura's, and began slowly to lick Laura's swollen, throbbing
clit.  Laura wanted it to last.  They had fucked many times,
but somehow this moment was extremely intense, emotionally
and physically, because their relationship had grown so
turbulent lately.
     
     Randi's long, thin braids swished across Laura's naked,
clenching thighs, arousing her further.  Smiling up at her,
Randi extended her tongue until only the very tip came into
contact with Laura's erect clit.  She flicked it.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Laura gasped, eyes rolling up, then quickly
focusing again on Randi's tongue as it lashed the throbbing
bundle of nerves at the top of her flooding pussy.
     
     She was nearly delirious with fuck-hunger now, dying to
finish, needing Randi to bring her to the final release.
She could hear her own moaning and panting as if it were
another person, pleading, begging, whimpering in sexual
desperation.
     
     "Oh please . . . Randi!" she whimpered.
     
     And Randi knew it couldn't go on any longer.  She began
to move her fist more forcefully in and out of Laura's
pussy, sucking her clit too, bringing Laura to a peak in
only five or six seconds.  Suddenly, Laura was paralyzed by
a white hot bolt of intense pleasure that shot through her
whole shuddering body.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!  Auungghhiiiiieeee!" she cried out as the
fierce undulations began to wrench her flesh.
     
     A long, tumultuous orgasm shook her body as Randi
continued to fuck her and suck her clit, until the intervals
between the spasms began to lengthen, and Laura's moans grew
softer.  Randi slowed her hand too, releasing Laura's
throbbing clit from her lips, kissing Laura's thighs and
smooth belly as Laura's breath began to return to normal.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Laura bit her lower lip as Randi carefully
removed her hand from her stretched, ravished pussy.
     
     Randi frowned.  "I didn't hurt you?"
     
     Laura beamed at her, pulling her down on top of her
prone body, kissing Randi with wild affection.  "Oh, you
delicious girl, you made me come so hard.  I don't think I
even came that hard when we were fighting."
     
     Randi's dark eyes grew dreamy.  "Let's not fight again.
Let's just fuck."
     
     Laura french-kissed her sensually.  "I know who's going
to get fucked next," she murmured.
     
     "Mmmm," Randi grinned.  "I hope we're both thinking of
the same person."
     
     Laura, who loved lying on her back and having Randi's
beautiful naked breasts dangle in her face, tempting her
unbelievably, pulled her up into position.  Randi delighted
in it too.  She swished her breasts across Laura's face,
letting her bulging black nipples graze Laura's lips,
teasing her.
     
     "Oh, you like that, don't you?" she smiled, pulling up
just as Laura tried to capture one gleaming dark nipple with
her mouth.
     
     Laura held the dangling round beauties in her hands.
She ran her thumbs across Randi's thick, bulbous nipples
feeling the centers stiffen and rise.  "I want to swallow
these," she croaked hoarsely, wildly hungry for Randi's
body.
     
     "My pussy is turning into a river," Randi confessed,
her eyes pulsing and hot.  "Open wide," she giggled softly.
     
     Laura opened her mouth, and Randi slowly lowered her
body, dropping one luscious, round, naked breast into
Laura's mouth, the flaring black nipple ripe and swollen as
it descended between Laura's waiting lips.  Laura enclosed
the plump bulb in her mouth, sucking it in deep, swirling
her tongue around it.  Randi moaned softly and pushed her
breast down into Laura's mouth.
     
     "Oh yes!   Oh god yes Laura yes.  It feels so good!"
     
     Her mouth stuffed with silky wet nipple, Laura could
only hum, deliriously happy, and suck harder, pinching
Randi's large nipple against the roof of her mouth with her
tongue.  Again the thin strands of Randi's braids caressed
her face, and Randi quivered as Laura's mouth awakened
accelerating sexual needs in her body.  Laura held the
lovely breast she was sucking in both hands, squeezing it
rhythmically, then moved her hands and mouth to the other
dangling round ball and sucked its nipple in deep too.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh . . . Laura . . . oh god!"
     
     Laura slid one hand down Randi's long, supple body to
her crotch, feeling her fingers immediately flooded with
warm fuck juices as she slid two of them up into Randi's
warm, buttery pussy.  It was probably wetter than she had
ever felt it.  She and Randi had fucked together so many
times that they knew one another's body; they knew their
compatible rhythms and needs, and their warm, throbbing
flesh seemed to communicate even without words.
     
     Randi was very aroused, about ready to come, Laura
knew.  Fist-fucking Laura had really raised her temperature,
and of course both of them had been about ready to explode
before they even got to the bedroom.  Laura herself was
feeling a fresh surge of lust from the pleasure of sucking
Randi's delicious nipples and hand-fucking her sopping-wet
cunt.  Her mouth still full of Randi's silky flesh, she
began to rub inside Randi's warm, slippery pussy with her
fingertips, hoping to find the secret trigger.
     
     Randi was on her knees, straddling Laura's hips, but
her body was out of control, undulating and squirming.
Suddenly, she began to whimper almost hysterically, then
spilled over in a hot rush of coming, almost without
warning.
     
     "Oohnngghmnngghhiieee!" she wailed, slumping forward
onto Laura, her body twitching and pumping as sharp spasms
of pleasure wrenched her.
     
     Since Laura still had Randi's nipple in her mouth, this
collapse almost suffocated her, but she gently turned the
climaxing girl onto her side, releasing Randi's breast, but
continuing to probe with her fingers.  She knew she had
found the secret  spot or at least got close.
     
     "Aungghhh!" Randi groaned again, and her body convulsed
in a sharp new spasm.  "Ohhhhh . . . shit!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Now she came again, a jolt even harder than her first
orgasm, her lovely naked body straining and arching as Laura
held her and continued fingering her clasping pussy.
Mewling and moaning helplessly, her long body shuddering
through wave after wave of intense pleasure, Randi quivered
and came at least three more times before her flesh slowly
slackened, and she went limp in Laura's arms.
     
     Laura kissed her forehead, her nose, her braids where
they cascaded around her ears.  She could see the small
tears that had been squeezed from the corners of Randi's
tightly-shut eyes while she was coming repeatedly.  Randi
opened them and blinked at her.
     
     "You know," she whispered hoarsely, "we have to do this
more often.  You're good."
     
     Laura laughed softly.  "We have learned how to do it
pretty well together, haven't we."
     
     "Now if I can only get you to leave that little
teenager alone, you sexual predator," Randi grinned slyly,
even spitefully.  "And that high-class uppity ho you hooked
on."
     
     "Randi," Laura said, trying to deflect her jealousy.
     
     Randi sniffed and raised her chin, acting aloof.  "I
don't care.  I got admirers too.  Old Rhonda, for one.
Remember her?  Rhonda?  She would die to bop me, honey."
     
     Laura pulled her back down on the bed and kissed her.
"Why are you trying to spoil this delicious moment?"
     
     Randi's eyes briefly watered.  "I don't know," she
said, contritely.  "Here, let me make it up to you.  Making
me come three or four times must've made you horny again,
you horny old lady.  Let me return the favor, okay?  Then
we'll go back to work."
     
     For the next ten minutes, they carefully built one
another up to a terrific shared climax, trying to heal
whatever small breaches had been made in their intimacy by
the jealousies they both felt, Randi for Mavis and Deshona,
and Laura, as always, for her detested rival Rhonda, and of
course for Rob, whom she herself had foolishly introduced to
Randi.  By the time they were dressing again, getting ready
to return to work, she thought they had reached an unspoken
agreement not to rub it in any more.
     
     "I love you," she told Randi before they left.  "I
wasn't lying.  I love you."
     
     Randi shrugged and smiled her most enchanting smile.
"I wasn't lying either," she said, with an ambiguous flicker
in her dark, beguiling eyes.
     
     
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