Chapter 219
     
     
     Laura had a bad day.
     
     It took three days before she could get her bed
repaired and cost one hundred bucks for two guys to come
over and readjust the frame.  Laura lurked in the kitchen
while they were fixing it to avoid having to answer
questions, or meet their glances.
     
     That night she was leafing through a recent catalogue
that had arrived in the mail from Victoria's Secret and was
alarmed to find only one picture of Stephanie Seymour,
tucked in near the end, clearly out of place and lifted from
some earlier period.  Instead, all the girls looked much
younger, twenty-one and twenty-two.  Even the sole picture
of Stephanie had her looking a little long in the tooth by
comparison.
     
     Oh god, Laura thought, we're getting old!  Stephanie
and me both.  Over the hill.  She looked at the girls in the
pictures, all of them attractive in their sexy undies, but
not to her.  The only `black' one was Tyra Banks, who had a
voluptuous figure and startling green eyes but didn't really
appeal much to Laura.  Why, she didn't know.  Not dark
enough?  Too chubby, too zaftig?  I like Naomi Campbell
better, she thought.  That damn lucky little Alley actually
slept with her.
     
     It was unsettling to think that both she and Stephanie
Seymour, who had not yet hit thirty, were now history.
Nobody would come up to her anymore and say she looked like
the famous model.  The model was no longer famous.
     
     How depressing.  At work the next morning, bright and
early, Tamara Taylor came into Laura's office and shut the
door behind her.
     
     "Can we talk?" she asked, voice hushed, her manner
surreptitious.
     
     On the other hand, she looked, as usual, stunning.  It
had been barely more than a week since they had spent the
night together in Tamara's bed at the Sonoma Mission Inn.
Yet Laura was struck anew by the girl's fresh, startling
beauty, her perfectly-shaped body, emphasized today by a
peach-hued business suit, the skirt short enough to show off
her shapely legs, the throat dipping low enough to show off
her the flawless milk-and-coffee skin of her upper chest.
Tamara also had a fresh, glowing, beautiful face, and a kind
of wholesome, healthy look that everyone responded to, male
and female.
     
     Laura, who often felt a surprising, unexpected awe when
looking freshly at one of her past bed partners, felt it
again.  I really slept with this gorgeous creature! she
thought.  I made her pant.  I can't believe it.  I had my
tongue in her sweet young pussy.
     
     "Of course," Laura smiled.
     
     "Look," Tamara said nervously, twisting her fingers,
looking down at them instead of at Laura.   "About what
happened . . . up there at that meeting.  When we . . . you
know.  Could we just forget that ever happened?"
     
     She looked up at Laura, her large brown eyes wide and
faux innocent, full of quivering vulnerability meant to tug
Laura's heart.  Laura tried to remain calm.  She had been
wondering when, and how, they might initiate a repeat
performance.  Tamara was stunning.  Laura also was used to
girls feeling ashamed after having slept with her; they all
now feared they were `lesbians,' that horrible curse.
     
     "I don't think I could ever forget it, Tamara," Laura
said softly, looking deeply into her eyes.
     
     Tamara grimaced, clearly vexed by this.  She had
apparently expected Laura to agree.  "I don't mean that,"
she said softly, looking over her shoulder, as if someone
were right behind her listening.  "I can't really forget it
either.  I just mean . . . it was a sort of accident, you
know?  Good but . . . maybe we should just pretend it didn't
happen."
     
     Laura smiled and didn't answer.  I'd like to do it to
you again, just to prove what an accident it was, she
thought, a little threateningly.  I made you come.  Over and
over.  How can you say it was an `accident'?
     
     "How's Stewart.  The linebacker," Laura said, coldly
changing the subject, but not really.  She knew Tamara was
deathly afraid her linebacker boyfriend would find out she
had fucked with Laura, which was clearly impossible.
     
     Tamara smiled curtly.  "He's fine.  He's in Pittsburgh.
It's football season."
     
     Laura knew little about football and had forgotten what
season it was.  "My lips are sealed," she said serenely, but
with a longing in her eyes that she hoped Tamara would
recognize.
     
     He never has to know, darling, her eyes said to Tamara.
We can do it again and again.  He never has to know.  Nobody
else will know either.  Call me if you change your mind.
She smiled with pinched politeness at Tamara, then rose from
behind her desk and went to the door, opening it, clearly
nudging her to leave.
     
     "It didn't happen?" Tamara asked anxiously at the door.
     
     She smelled wonderfully, some very faint but expensive
perfume that Laura found wildly erotic.  And being this
close to her aroused Laura's desire again, as well as her
memory of holding the girl's naked body in her arms, feeling
her shudder in the grip of a sharp orgasm.  How can I say it
didn't happen? she wondered.
     
     "I didn't say that," she whispered.  "I said my lips
are sealed."
     
     Tamara's face relaxed, overcome by gratitude.  "Thank
you, Laura."  She wanted to add something but didn't trust
herself.  "I-"
     
     "You better not say it," Laura patted her hand.  "I
know what you mean."
     
     Tamara smiled, relieved.  Laura watched her walk away,
feeling sad and still hungry for her, all these emotions and
drives mingled together in a confusing welter.
     
     As if this were not enough to start her day onto a
downward slide, just before lunch Randi also appeared in
Laura's office.  She was breathtakingly lovely in a red knit
dress that showed off her spectacular figure.  Randi loved
red.  Her underwear, Laura knew, was often red.  She was a
gorgeous show-off, and she tossed her head provocatively,
knowing how much Laura desired her, swishing her long,
bewitching braids around her beautiful neck and shoulders.
     
     "Laura, you've been ignoring me again," Randi smiled,
her eyes showing a sinister glint that Laura had seen only
rarely before, especially during their catfight.  "You too
busy with that stuck-up Neegro from Decision Resources you
been bopping from here to Tuesday.  What do you see in her,
anyway?  She's short and ugly."
     
     "Randi, please keep your voice down."
     
     Laura found herself looking around nervously, the same
way she had seen Tamara doing this morning.  Randi, of
course, enjoyed her discomfort.  Last time they had been
alone together in Laura's office, they had almost got out of
control.  They had immediately run to Randi's place, where
Randi had fist-fucked Laura into a horrific orgasm, and
Laura had found her g-spot, making her erupt in fiery
strings of shattering climaxes.
     
     And after that you want to come in here and taunt me?
Laura wondered.  But she knew how hostile Randi was to
Laura's relationship with Deshona.  Deshona felt the same
way about Randi.  Somehow, they each were almost able to
smell one another's presence, or what they both meant to
Laura, and neither hesitated to use it against her.
     
     "Excuse me."  Randi made a face.  "Maybe it's your
little teenager instead.  Cradle-robber."
     
     To stop her, and also because she was wildly fetching
and Laura loved her desperately, Laura tried to shut her up.
     
     "Why don't we have dinner tonight?" she said, very open
and friendly, looking deep into Randi's eyes to signify that
the invitation was for far more than dinner.
     
     She instantly saw in Randi's eyes that she had walked
right into a trap.  Randi grew playful, flirtatious, drawing
an invisible circle with one long, black finger on Laura's
desk top.
     
     "Actually . . ." she paused for effect.  "I'm having
dinner with old Rhonda tonight.  Remember old Rhonda?"
     
     Laura felt like an icicle had been jammed right down
the center of her body, from head to toe, freezing her on
the spot.  Rhonda had been dying to screw Randi since she
had first seen her.  Laura didn't believe, however, that
Rhonda knew she, Laura, and Randi had had a torrid affair
going for a year.
     
     "I know Rhonda," Laura said evenly, taking measured
breaths to control her pain and hostility.
     
     "She's so sweet," Randi poured it on, sickeningly.  She
lowered her voice to an exaggerated whisper.  "Even though
she's just a nasty old dyke like you.  She been wanting a
taste of this hot little pussy for months."
     
     "I'll bet," Laura said dryly.
     
     "Well . . . I've got to be running along," Randi said
brightly, rubbing it in, enjoying Laura's obvious
discomfort.  "Just wanted you to know I'm not sitting around
waiting for you to call.  I'll tell old Rhonda you said
hello, okay?"
     
     In spite of her deep distress and jealousy, Laura
smiled wanly.  She always got a kick out of the way Randi
referred to `old Rhonda.'  The fucking witch! she thought.
The fucking witch Rhonda is going to take my darling Randi
to bed.  Oh god.
     
     Almost insanely jealous, she tried desperately to think
of some way to get Randi to change her mind before she left
her office.  But she realized that the damage had probably
already been done.  The business with Rob had driven a wedge
between them, and Laura's affairs with Deshona and Mavis,
though she had done her best to keep them a secret, had been
obvious enough to Randi.
     
     A deep pain of loss began to seep through Laura as she
watched Randi walk away from her, this beautiful girl she
loved.  But I love the other ones too! she realized.  How
could I love only her?
     
     Now her day was all but destroyed.  She closed her
office door and sat, stunned and hurt, behind her desk,
staring out into space.  Little memories of Randi and Tamara
flitted through her brain, visions of their naked bodies, of
their faces, seized up and stricken by fierce, beautiful
orgasms she, Laura, had caused.  In the middle of these
painful reveries, her phone rang.
     
     She picked it up.  "Laura Robbins."
     
     "Laura, it's Deshona."
     
     As soon as she heard her voice, Laura felt a terrible
chagrin.  She had been so eager to steal Randi back from
Rhonda, before Rhonda could get her hooks into the girl,
that she had forgotten she had a dinner date set already
with Deshona.  Sitting alone at her desk, she blushed hotly
and had to take a deep breath just to regain her composure.
     
     "Hi," she finally said, breathily, trying to sound
sexy, somehow feeling this would divert any possible
suspicion that she had forgotten.
     
     "You sound . . . funny.  Are you all right?  Is there
somebody there?  Can you talk?"
     
     "I'm fine.  I was just thinking of you.  Where are we
going to meet.  Rubicon?  Remember when we had dinner there
a couple of weeks ago?  I could call for reservations."
     
     "I . . . have something to tell you."
     
     Now it was not Laura who sounded odd.  Deshona was
distant, remote, tentative.  Nobody sounded like that unless
it was bad news.
     
     "What?"
     
     "I'm going to have to cancel.  I hope . . . you can
understand."
     
     "Understand what?  Are you sick?  You'll never believe
this," Laura whispered, lowering her voice to a whisper,
trying hard to divert Deshona from whatever this bad news
was going to be.  "I was just dreaming of your-"
     
     "Laura . . . don't," Deshona cut her off.  "I'm sorry.
I'd rather not tell you, but I have to be honest."
     
     Oh god, Laura thought.
     
     "I'm having dinner with . . . my ex-husband."
     
     Briefly, Laura actually felt faint as blood drained
from her face and her brain.  She felt paralyzed by shock.
     
     "What happened to the blonde?" she heard herself
saying.
     
     "They . . . split up.  I don't know why."
     
     "Why are you telling me this?  I love you.  Why are you
telling me this?  Why didn't you just say you're sick or
something?"
     
     "Look, Laura, let's not play around with each other.  I
love you, too.  You know that."
     
     "I don't know that."
     
     "A few weeks ago, you couldn't see me.  You wouldn't
tell me why.  The flu or something.  I think there was
another reason.  I didn't ask.  We . . . don't have to tell
each other everything."
     
     "Then why did you tell me this?"
     
     "I felt like I had to be honest with you."
     
     Laura didn't realize she was crying until she saw tears
drip onto the phone receiver.  She hoped Deshona didn't know
it.  "Thanks," she croaked into it, her voice weak,
devastated.
     
     She hung up.  The phone rang again.  She didn't answer
it.  Her cell phone in her purse rang next.  She ignored it
too.  Her pager vibrated.  She took it off and turned it
off.
     
     It was only lunch time.  Still half the day to get
through.  She couldn't eat.  There was a hollow, grinding
emptiness in the pit of her stomach, but she knew she would
vomit if she put anything into it.  Outside it was raining,
so she didn't feel like taking a walk.
     
     Instead, she worked through lunch, trying to evade her
feelings by focusing on projects.  There continued to be a
gnawing pain in her gut, a physical pain to reflect all the
blows she had taken this day, and by five o'clock she felt
like a zombie, stunned, saddened, and aching as she walked,
almost dazed and stricken, out of the building to go home.
     
     She didn't even notice April until she actually brushed
against her as they were both going through the swinging
doors onto the sidewalk.
     
     "Hey, watch who you brushing against, lady," April said
to her, feigning irritation, her dark eyes sparkling,
revealing the deep, sad memories of their past relationship.
     
     Laura smiled, shocked back to awareness of where she
was.  "April!"
     
     She had not seen April for months, except for one
fleeting, awkward moment at Rhonda's party for Yvette, just
as Laura had been leaving.  Rhonda had ripped her away from
Laura immediately after the Stevie-Archer-videotape episode,
accusing Laura of sleeping with April too, vowing revenge,
and, Laura knew, secretly coveting April herself.  April now
worked on another floor, and Laura almost never saw her.
     
     Seeing her now was a delight.  Very pretty in a bright
yellow sweater that contrasted beautifully with her smooth
black skin, she looked fresh and innocent and sweet, the way
she had first looked to Laura, a simple, unpretentious girl,
not a flirt, but quiet and sensible.  At the same time, she
was blunt and intolerant of nonsense, and she had given
Laura the brush-off more than once.
     
     It was still raining a little, and Laura offered a
place under her umbrella to April, since April didn't appear
to have one.   "Long time no see," she said, remembering
uncomfortably that she had said that at Rhonda's party too,
before trying to coax April over to her apartment.
     
     Oh god, she just thinks I want to fuck her, Laura
thought.
     
     April smiled, faintly exasperated, remembering it too.
"Right."
     
     "Where are you headed?"
     
     "BART station."
     
     Laura pondered it.  This was the best she had felt all
day, seeing April, but she had misgivings about being the
kind of person who would try to seduce April again just to
get over the dejection she felt.  It wasn't fair to April,
and Laura had a suspicion that she had not been very fair to
April all along.
     
     "I could give you a ride home," she said.  "I don't
have anything to do.  We could talk."
     
     April grinned with only one side of her mouth.  "Talk
about what?"
     
     "Whatever you want.  I need company."
     
     "What's the matter?  Life been shitting on poor Laura?"
     
     Laura shot her a hard glance.  April held a grudge,
apparently.  Laura made a wry, slightly hurt face, playing
on April's sympathy.
     
     "What if I promise not to . . . you know, make
advances?" she said.
     
     They had almost reached the end of the block, where
Laura would have to veer off to go to her car, and April
would continue ahead.  They stopped.  April looked at Laura,
her eyes wary but engaged, reflecting the emotional (and
physical) bond they had once shared.
     
     "Okay," she said simply.
     
     But by the time they were halfway across the Bay
Bridge, they still hadn't spoken of anything but trivial,
work-related matters.
     
     "How do you like working for Rhonda?" Laura asked,
trying to stick to the straight and narrow but also wanting
to know if April were sleeping with the witch.
     
     "Ms. Reardon?  She's okay.  I don't work for her,
really.  She got me a job working for Dale Kearney, who
reports to her.  I work for Dale."
     
     "Did she ever ask you . . . about us?" Laura asked,
very tentative.
     
     April shook her head, all innocence, as if to ask, by
her gesture: Us?  What could you possibly mean by that?
     
     "How you getting along with that good-looking woman you
was always locked up in your office with?" April asked,
referring to Deshona Reed.
     
     At the time that Rhonda had forcibly removed April from
Laura's sphere of influence, Laura and Deshona had not yet
become lovers, but April had always been keenly interested
nevertheless.  She had told Laura once that Deshona was
looking at her with interest, and Laura had been unable to
disguise her own excitement at the information.
     
     Now, however, Laura was unable to hide the pain that
suddenly flooded her eyes.  "She . . . we-"
     
     "Ain't making it, eh?" April said, knowingly, helping
her out.
     
     Laura shook her head.  When they got to April's
apartment, to which Laura knew the way easily, she was too
depressed, reluctant to give April any more reason to resent
her, to push further.  She idled the car in front of the
apartment house.
     
     "Well, here we are," she said, with false brightness.
"It was sure great to see you."
     
     "Don't you want to come in?" April asked.  "I got left
over spaghetti I made last night.  Not great, but free."
She smiled for the first time.
     
     Laura smiled gratefully back.  "What about your
boyfriend?"
     
     April frowned, then shrugged.  Now Laura could see the
hidden pain in her eyes.
     
     "Oh, he don't come around any more.  He saw Ms. Reardon
kissing me one night.  Right here, we were sitting right
here, like us, in her car.  He said that was it.  Haven't
seen him again."
     
     April looked very glum over this.  Laura was half in
shock.  Ms. Reardon?  Kissing you?  In public?
     
     Oh god, Rhonda did get her! she realized, trying hard
not to let April see her distress.  Rhonda fucked this
lovely girl just to get back at me for Stevie.  She knew I'd
find out eventually!
     
     She swallowed dryly, looking straight ahead through the
windshield, not daring to look at April.  "Excuse me . . . I
didn't know you and . . . Ms. Reardon . . . were having an
affair."
     
     April, how can you fuck with somebody and still call
her Ms. Reardon? she wanted to ask.  That witch!  I'd like
to kill her!  Then Laura realized that Rhonda was taking
Randi to dinner this very night, and would end up . . .
     
     Oh god, I can't think about it, she thought.  It's too
painful.  She looked deeply into April's eyes.  Tell me you
hated it, she wanted to beg.  Tell me you only gave in to
get back at me.
     
     Instead, April giggled, softly, nervously.  "It ain't
exactly that," she murmured.  "Not an affair.  Only once in
a while.  Look . . . it makes me nervous talking about it
out here like this.  Are you coming inside or not?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "You want me to?"
     
     "Yes."  She looked darkly, ambiguously at Laura.
     
     "Okay."
     
     Inside, neither of them were any less uncomfortable.
April didn't drink, so there was no real way to relax.
     
     "I'm really too upset to eat," Laura confessed.
     
     April's face grew very open and understanding.  "Want
to tell me about it?"
     
     Tell you about all the other women I'm fucking? Laura
thought.  Or was fucking?  Now somebody else is fucking
them, not me.  Do you want me to get maudlin?  I don't think
so.
     
     She shook her head.  April raised one hand to Laura's
face, touching her cheek gently with two fingers.  It was
such a touching gesture that Laura didn't even know how to
respond.  She reached up and caressed April's hand.
     
     "You looking pretty sad," April said.
     
     "I'm sad that we have to be so . . . nervous and shy
with each other," Laura said, truthfully.  "I'm sorry that .
. . Ms. Reardon ever came into your life."
     
     "She ain't so bad."
     
     It occurred to Laura that everyone always said that
about Rhonda.  Barbara, Sholandra, Yvette, Stevie.  They
were always saying how she wasn't so bad.
     
     "It bothers you that I went to bed with her, don't it,"
April said.
     
     Laura nodded, looking down at the floor, embarrassed to
be admitting it.  After all, she herself was hardly pining
away in chaste seclusion in April's absence.  I'm a tramp,
she thought.  Far worse than Rhonda.
     
     April took her hand while she was thinking these
thoughts and drew her over to the small loveseat that stood
in for a sofa in her cramped one-room apartment.  She made
Laura sit down.  She put her hand on Laura's knee, which was
covered by Laura's skirt.
     
     "Let me tell you something.  Ms. Reardon is real nice.
She treats me like a princess or something, when she's with
me.  Like here.  Or at her house.  But she ain't like you,
Laura.  You're different."
     
     "Tell me more," Laura said, drinking it in, happy for
the first time that day.
     
     "You're . . . I don't know," April waved her hand in
the air, groping for words.  "When I did it with you, it was
like the most special thing that ever happened in my life.
Really.  So in a way, it just made it possible for me to do
it with her because I knew nothing could ever be as good as
it was with you.  She really wanted me bad.  It was kind of
embarrassing, actually.  For her, I mean.  I mean, she
wasn't embarrassed, but I was for her.  Do you see what I
mean?"
     
     "It's hard to turn your back on somebody who wants you
bad," Laura agreed.
     
     April grinned.  "She pretty good-looking too, you know.
She ain't you, but she ain't half bad either."
     
     "I'm sick with jealousy," Laura confessed, feeling
sexually excited too, however, at the same time, since she
knew she and April would probably end up in bed now, and
soon too.  "I'm also shocked that she would kiss you out in
public that way."
     
     "I tried to stop her.  I told you, she really wanted me
bad."  April looked down at her lap and `blushed'.  "Like
you did."
     
     "Like I still do," Laura whispered.
     
     April said nothing.  Her big dark eyes gazed deep into
Laura's.
     
     Laura reached over and patted one of her hands.  "I'm
sorry about your boyfriend.  Does that mean no doctor's wife
now?"
     
     "Oh, he was kind of a pain anyway," April said wearily.
"Sometimes I miss him, though."
     
     Laura leaned across and kissed her cheek, dark and very
smooth.  "I promised I wouldn't make advances," she
murmured.  "It's hard to keep my promise."
     
     April's eyes twinkled.  "You don't have to keep it.
Shoot, I didn't invite you over here to play patty-cake."
     
     "Can I kiss you?"
     
     "You better."
     
     April looked at her dreamily as their lips came
together.  It was a long, slow, teasing, sensual kiss, with
their tongues meeting outside  their mouths and dancing
together for a long time, until their desire grew so hot
that they had to kiss harder, tongues stabbing inside now.
     
     "Oh April, I've missed you," Laura breathed, sliding
both hands under April's sweater, running them all over the
girl's warm back.
     
     "You want me to rub your back, like we did before?"
April asked, alluding to their first time, which had taken
place right here, like  this.
     
     "Not if you gave Rhonda a back rub," Laura said.,
pouting.
     
     April shook her head.  "Never had the chance.  She all
over me like white on rice.  She like my big nipples, too,
just like you do.  Only she don't suck them as hard as you
do."
     
     "Do I suck them too hard?"
     
     April shook her head, half-smiling.  "I dig it the way
you do it."
     
     "Want me to do it now?"
     
     April nodded slowly.  "I think I'm gonna turn the
lights down and double-lock the door," she murmured, eyes
swirling with hot sex.
     
     "Good idea."
     
     Laura's eyes were glued to her as she moved through her
small apartment, turning off lamps, throwing the deadbolt
lock.  Finally, April stood by her small bed, gesturing to
it with her head as if to say to Laura, Why aren't you here
already?  I'm waiting.
     
     Laura smiled and went over to the bed, about twelve
steps from the loveseat.  She watched as April pulled the
yellow sweater up over her head and tossed it aside.  At the
same time, Laura unbuttoned her silk blouse and slipped it
off.  Her eyes were locked with April's, throbbing, pulsing.
     
     They both removed their skirts, without breaking their
hot, throbbing gaze.  Now they wore only their underwear.
Still standing, Laura embraced April and kissed her, running
her hands all over April's gleaming black skin, slipping
them under the elastic of her panties to clutch the large
round moons of her delectable bottom.  April's hands also
ran all over Laura's body.
     
     "I don't think I'm gonna take too long this time," she
breathed into Laura's ear.
     
     "Me either," Laura panted.  "God, I want you bad."
Just like Rhonda, she thought.  We both want you bad, you
sweetheart.
     
     Laura's fingers, reluctant to leave April's firm,
smooth buns, nevertheless rose to her bra clasp and undid
it.  She began to removed the limp bra, but April stopped
her.
     
     "You too," she whispered.  "I like to feel them
together, you know?"
     
     She removed Laura's bra too, and they looked down,
swishing their naked breasts together, their breath
accelerating as they watched and felt their swollen, excited
nipples brush.  Laura brought her hands up and cradled both
of April's small breasts in her palms, marveling again at
the way her huge areolas, black as tar, spread across at
least half of each firm ball.  The centers were thick, too,
and springy, already erect.
     
     "I think we better lie down," Laura murmured.
     
     April nodded, and they stretched out together, face to
face, on the twin bed, kissing again, luxuriating in the
feel of their two naked bodies rubbing and sliding together.
Laura wondered if there were anything sweeter than this
moment, before the urgent churning and moaning started, when
she and her partner just caressed each other's warm, smooth,
naked body, all yearning and expectation and melting love
and desire.  She knew April felt the same way, and they
prolonged it as long as possible.
     
     Finally, Laura kissed lower, kissing April's round
shoulders, her neck, her smooth black upper chest, then
descending to her breasts.  Lovingly, she licked the huge
black circles of April's wide areolas until tiny bumps began
to appear.  Then she teased the springy centers, almost a
half-inch long, with the tip of her tongue, holding one
breast in both hands and squeezing, lashing the center stub
even harder with her tongue as it began to swell and stand
up further.  Until now she had not sucked either nipple into
her mouth.  Both were shiny and wet with warm spittle, and
April, looking down, was breathing very hard.
     
     Now Laura began to suck one nipple into her mouth,
pulling it in deep but still unable to get her lips entirely
around the huge areola.
     
     "Unhhhh!" April panted, biting her lower lip, tossing
her head back.
     
     Laura, knowing from what April had just said that she
liked it hard, began gently but quickly began sucking more
aggressively, lip-pinching April's huge nipple, then
pressing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth,
even letting the girl feel an exciting but tentative hint of
her teeth on the edges.  All this drove April wild.  She
began to whimper and writhe uncontrollably.
     
     "Unh!  Oh!" she gasped.  "Oh . . . Laura!  Oh yes!"
     
     Laura released her wet, wrinkled, erect nipple briefly,
rolling it between her thumb and forefinger as she gazed up
into April's glassy eyes.  "Too hard?  Am I sucking it too
hard?"
     
     "Oh no!  Please!  Do it just like that!  Unhhh!"
     
     Having the green light released Laura from the
restraint she had been practicing so far.  She wanted to
devour April's delicious young breasts and huge black
nipples, and now she bunched the hard balls of flesh up in
her hands and mouth-mauled them passionately.  She sucked
April's other nipple in the same way, squeezing both small
breasts at the same time, until April was a complete wreck,
moaning and twisting, arching her body in the instinctive
rhythm of fucking.
     
     Her bloodshot eyes beseeched Laura, her face torn by
terrible need.  "Oh Laura . . . oh, god yes, I need it . . .
please!  You making me so hot!  I need it . . . please!"
     
     Laura needed it too.  Sucking April's breasts aroused
her just as wildly, but April was first, and she quickly
slid down between the girl's yawning thighs, stroking them
with her hands, looking into the wet, glistening, ruby red,
puckering feast of April's small, open pussy.  A fleeting
moment of jealousy gripped her as she imagined that horrible
witch Rhonda staring with equal rapture into this delectable
pussy, getting ready to tongue April into a fierce explosion
of bliss, but she quickly chased the thought from her mind
and began to caress the oozing little honey-pot with her
tongue, making April actually cry out in shock and
happiness.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god yes!  Unghghhhh!  Oh shit, Laura, yes yes!
God, I love it!"
     
     Though Laura had always managed to make April come
faster than April expected to, April was not a quick comer
along the lines of Laura herself, or Tiffany, for example,
who could go off like a short-fused firecracker if she got
excited enough.  It took April a little longer.  But Laura
had aroused her so completely by aggressively sucking her
nipples, probably harder than she ever had before, that
April was both wetter and hotter than ever, ripe for a sharp
climax, churning and twisting and pumping her pelvis in a
way Laura had never seen before.
     
     Oh baby, you're going to come quick! Laura realized.
Quicker than you ever have.  Just hold on, I'm going to make
you come, you're going to come now.  That fucking blonde
witch Rhonda never made you come like this.  I'm going to
find your little secret g-spot and make you come five times
before you even stop.
     
     "Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!" April gasped, almost rising up off
the bed in her frenzied need.
     
     "Yes . . . baby . . . now," Laura said.
     
     The warm, tangy juices were flowing from April's wet
pussy, and Laura was slurping them eagerly, sliding her
tongue deep into the fiery little pit, running it up along
the hard berry of April's clit, lashing it, stabbing it.
     
     "Oh!" April cried out.  Her body seized up, stiffening,
as if impaled on a jolt of sexual electricity so sharp that
she could only clench and hold.  "Auungghhhh!"
     
     She suddenly came, her body dissolving into undulations
as fierce sexual shocks wrenched her.
     
     "Ungghhh!  Aunngghhh!  Oh!  Ungghh . . . oh!  Oh yes!
Unghhh!"
     
     In the middle of this very intense orgasm, her reddened
eyes briefly fluttered open, catching Laura's, reflecting
the unbelievable nature of this hammering climax that held
her in its grip, more acutely intense than either of them
had expected.  Then her eyes closed again as her body surged
and shuddered through another dying wave of coming.  When it
was over, she blinked, slumping back to the mattress,
gasping, panting heavily.
     
     April had never had such a powerful, debilitating
orgasm with Laura, not even when Laura had fucked her in the
ass with the long double dildo, fucking her own pussy at the
same time, as they had done in Laura's apartment the day
before Rhonda had whisked April away, in retaliation for the
Stevie Archer incident.  April seemed stunned, and it took
her a few minutes to resurface.  All Laura could think of
was that the girl had been ripe for a big one, and the
excitement of getting back together with Laura had made her
come in purple furies.
     
     Laura, lying next to her, caressing her body tenderly,
whispered.  "You came hard, honey."
     
     April's eyes rolled up.  "That's the understatement of
the year.  Even you never made me come that hard before."
     
     "It's very exciting . . . being back together," Laura
admitted.
     
     April smiled, understanding immediately, very in tune
with Laura.  "I think I want to make you come just as hard,"
she purred, rolling onto her side and gently pushing Laura
onto her back.  "Think I can do it, too."
     
     Having had two expert teachers, April had grown to be
very good at this, and she also approached it with a certain
amount of relish.  And, as she said, she wanted to make
Laura come just as hard.  She had obviously warmed to the
idea of girl-girl love, and now she fondled and sucked
Laura's breasts with a skill and intensity equal to what
Laura had given hers earlier, raising Laura's sexual
temperature to the sizzling point very fast.
     
     Then, instead of sliding down, April slid up Laura's
body to her face, kissing her, whispering to her, fucking
Laura's mouth sensually with her long pink tongue.  Laura
was delighted by this, having spent most of her energies
coaxing April along in the past, trying to overcome her
reluctance.  To feel her this warmly embrace the
possibilities was a total joy.
     
     "How'd you like me to fuck your pretty pink pussy with
this long tongue?" April purred sexily.
     
     Laura felt her pussy actually throb and pulse wildly at
these words.  "I think I would die of pleasure," she
whispered back.  "Why don't you give it a try."
     
     April's eyes sparkled as she smiled.  "I believe I
will."
     
     She slipped down between Laura's thighs, and the next
two minutes were the purest bliss for Laura as April
lovingly tongue-caressed her inflamed pussy until she was
groaning and tossing in the grip of a fierce, jolting
orgasm.  It was more than a sweet physical release for Laura
since she had been so depressed before running into April.
This orgasm and everything that had led up to it was a
renewal, a hot, throbbing union with April that erased their
estrangement, partly brought on by Rhonda.
     
     Still tingling in the afterglow, she drew April up to
her face and kissed her over and over again, showering her
with gratitude.  "You don't know how happy you've made me
today," she said, truthfully.
     
     "You were feeling pretty down," April smiled warmly.
"I could tell it.  You got dumped on a little, I guess.  I
had a boyfriend once, before this last one, who used to say
`Some days you the windshield, some days you the bug'."
     
     "I thought you hated me too," Laura confessed.  "After
that . . . business with Rhonda, when she tore you away from
me.  Did she know we . . . did this?  I mean, I think she
suspected.  Did she ever ask you?"
     
     April looked down, embarrassed.
     
     "You can tell me.  Don't be afraid."
     
     "She did ask me.  I lied.  I said no.  Acted real hurt,
you know?  Like, how could she think something like that
about me."  She broke into a grin.  "Boy, I thought she was
going to rape me right there in her office, it made her so
excited.  That was the night we first did it.  She took me
to her house for dinner, after work."
     
     "Don't tell me any more," Laura said, turning her face
away, burning with hot jealousy.
     
     "I'm sorry."  April caressed her cheek with two
fingers.  "I didn't mean to bring it up.  Sorry."
     
     "It's okay."
     
     Tears were in Laura's eyes when she turned her face
back to April.  This upset them both.  I  can't be crying
just because that fucking evil bitch and witch Rhonda fucked
this sweet girl I like so much, Laura thought.  April looked
troubled.
     
     She kissed Laura's cheek and whispered against it.
"You don't have to cry.  I told you, it ain't ever like this
with her."
     
     "Don't lie to make me feel better," Laura sniffed and
pouted.
     
     I've been to bed with Rhonda myself, she thought.  I
know she can be tender, and skillful, and passionate.  I
know she has a beautiful body.  I know she's smart, even
loving.  Oh god, I even know she's probably in bed with
Randi right now!
     
     April decided to change the subject.  "Well, since it's
Friday I guess you can stay over tonight, right?" she
smiled.
     
     Laura wiped away her temporary tears and looked down at
the twin bed, small, sheets already rumpled from a lot of
squirming.  "It's a pretty small bed."
     
     "It seemed to work for what we needed it for," April
said, showing a wit that she usually concealed.
     
     Laughing, Laura wrestled her down onto her back again,
hovering over her, swishing her naked breasts lightly
against April's, giving her hints of the riotous night of
sex that lay ahead of them.
     
     "I am going to stay all night," she laughed, kissing
April hungrily.  "And you are not going to get a minute of
sleep, my dear."
     
     "You didn't happen to bring that long thingee with you,
in your purse?" April asked, eyes dancing.  "You know, that
one you used to do me in the-?"
     
     She pointed to her ass, a bigger ass than many, but a
paragon to Laura.  April's eyes twinkled.  Laura almost
blushed.  She wants it again! she realized excitedly.  Laura
was half-embarrassed over having forced herself on April
that way, and half thrilled by the idea of them doing it
again.  Clearly, April wanted to.  Of course, she had had a
terrifically intense orgasm while doing it, so that made it
easier to understand.
     
     "I usually don't bring it to the office," Laura said,
poker-faced.  "What if it fell out of my purse when I was
reaching for my phone?"
     
     April shrugged.  "Guess I'll have to wait until next
time."
     
     Laura purred, kissing her neck, stroking her naked
body.  "I'm so glad there will be a next time," she murmured
from her throat.  "I was afraid we'd never do this again."
     
     "Mmmm, I think we gonna do it again right now," April
smiled dreamily.
     
     As Laura had predicted, they had a long night, dozing,
sleeping, waking, fucking, then going through the same
sequence again, finally sleeping until noon, exhausted and
tangled together in April's small bed.  Each time, Laura
tried to find April's g-spot, and each time she failed.  She
had never failed before, since being taught how to do it by
Kim, and this disappointed her.
     
     "Maybe I don't have one," April said, sensibly.
     
     "Everybody has one," Laura said, keeping the faith.
She winked.  "It just gives us something to shoot for."
     
     "I'm willing if you are," April beamed.
     
     Laura drove home singing for the first time in weeks.
     
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