Keywords: FF, cons
Part: Chapter 96
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 96
Not until a week later did Laura run into Rhonda. It was at a
meeting where Rhonda was giving a presentation, and thus had to be
on her best behavior. She smiled graciously, with an undercurrent
of catty hatred, at Laura, and otherwise treated her with aloof
contempt.
But Laura had the chance to watch her in action, and she was
able to see what Rhonda had that won over girls like Barbara and
Yvette. For one thing, she was stunning, a fact Laura had always
tried to deny but no longer could. Rhonda was fairly tall, and
blonde, with the kind of golden hair most blondes could only dream
of. Her skin too was not pale and translucent but rich, smooth, and
golden. She had burning green eyes, and her figure was a killer:
tiny waist, breasts that were not too large but clearly firm and
out-jutting, legs almost the equal of Yvette's, also smooth and
tawny.
For another, she was very smart, and quick, and ready to
praise others to get her way, a useful technique, Laura realized,
when you were trying to get a reluctant girl into bed. She realized
that had they both not preferred sleeping with pretty young black
women, they would probably be sleeping with each other. It was a
hard realization, and she swallowed hard after it.
But Rhonda seemed to realize something similar. She came up
to Laura after the meeting, smiling a trifle more warmly, less
hypocritically.
"Why don't we go get a drink together and try to bury the
hatchet?" she said to Laura.
Laura shrugged. "Okay."
But if you think I'll forgive you for fucking Yvette, and for
trying to fuck Sholandra and Karen, forget it, honey, she thought.
I'd rather bury the hatchet in that furry blonde pussy of yours.
Still, Laura smiled sweetly and they went to a hotel bar
nearby. The looks they got were astonishing, two perfectly stunning
women, dressed to the nines, drinking together in a dark corner.
"So . . . how long have you been screwing Yvette?" Rhonda
asked brusquely, lighting up a cigarette.
"What a question," Laura glared. "What a way to put it.
She's a friend. We've been friends for almost two years."
"That long. She must have been getting bored. I've been
screwing her for six months, at least."
"Maybe we shouldn't have done this after all," Laura said
icily.
Rhonda put a hand on Laura's. "I'm sorry." There even
appeared to be a flash of genuine pain in her eyes, quickly replaced
by a hard glaze. "I . . . sometimes I lose my temper. Seeing you
with her like that . . . in my office . . . it really hurt me."
"I imagine it did. It would've killed me."
"Then you know how I feel."
"Yvette is . . . reckless. You and I are . . . vulnerable."
Don't I know it, Laura thought.
Rhonda's fingers moved over the back of Laura's hand, in a
sort of nervous caress. Laura was startled, but didn't move her
hand.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Stephanie
Seymour?" Rhonda asked.
"A few people," Laura grinned.
"Except you're more beautiful."
"No, I don't think so."
"She has a flaw."
"Oh? What would that be?"
"Her navel. It's an outie."
"I never noticed."
"Is yours an outie or an innie?"
"Rhonda . . . it's such a personal question."
Rhonda's eyes burned into Laura's, and for the first time
Laura realized that sex was a very real possibility. This was
bothersome because she still didn't think of herself as a lesbian.
I just happen to love beautiful black women, she thought. Not
blonde women, not all women.
She wondered if Rhonda was thinking the same thing about
herself. Rhonda grinned boldly.
"Mine's an innie. I don't mind telling you. It's actually a
hall-of-fame innie."
Laura was afraid she was blushing. It seemed so intimate to
be talking about their navels.
"How nice for you," she said to Rhonda, feeling this was a
very bizarre conversation.
"I'm very jealous of you," Rhonda said. "For screwing Yvette.
And I'll bet you're screwing Sholandra Mason too, aren't you."
Laura smiled sweetly. This was a chance to truly rub it in,
if she wanted to. Her former hatred for Rhonda welled up quickly,
but it was also mixed this time with a strong sexual undercurrent
she couldn't ignore. She hated Rhonda even more for being
physically desirable.
"I've been friends with Sholandra for quite a while," she said
in a measured voice.
"Friends."
"Yes, friends. She's very lovely, isn't she."
"She's to die for," Rhonda said. She lowered her voice and
bent close to Laura. "I could eat her alive. Have you fucked her?"
"Rhonda," Laura frowned.
Rhonda bit her lower lip. "Sorry. I guess it's this drink.
It's making me say things I shouldn't." She lit another cigarette.
"Why don't we go to my place. You can show me whether you have an
outie or an innie."
Laura felt a strong rush of sexual excitement. If she said
yes, it almost certainly meant they were headed for the bed.
"I could show you that here," she said coyly, stalling for
time, trying to figure out if she should really go to bed with
Rhonda or not.
Rhonda's green eyes clouded over briefly, and Laura couldn't
tell if she were aroused or she was going to cry. "You don't have
to hate me," she whispered.
"I don't," Laura said.
"You and I have a lot in common."
Laura nodded, unable to deny it.
"Let's just go to my place," Rhonda said, sounding weary.
"You don't have to worry, I won't rape you. I like black girls.
Just like you do. But I'm tired of this effing bar, and the looks
we're getting."
"Okay," Laura smiled, unable to turn her back on any
possiblity.
When they got there, Rhonda made them fresh drinks. Laura
joined her in the kitchen. She could not help recalling how she had
seduced both Rina and Sholandra in her kitchen. Now the tables were
turned. Rhonda handed her a vodka tonic.
"Toast?" Rhonda said. "Friends, not rivals."
Laura raised her glass and clinked it, unwilling to quibble.
They did, of course, want to fuck the same girls. And in the case
of Barbara and Yvette, were actually doing it.
"Friends," she murmured.
Rhonda was actually stunning, and after one drink her apparent
vulnerability along with her physical appeal made the moment
sexually exciting for Laura.
"You know," she said, "you look a lot like Pamela Anderson.
Know her?"
"The Baywatch one?" Rhonda grinned. "My boobs are not as
big."
"Hers are too big," Laura said.
"Not for some people."
Rhonda turned off the kitchen light, and Laura followed her to
the livingroom. Rhonda put her drink on the coffee table and turned
to face Laura. Her eyes were smoking. Laura wondered if her own
were too.
"But some people like them," Rhonda said softly.
She unbuttoned her suit jacket while Laura watched, then flung
it in a chair. Her breasts seemed very firm, jutting out against
her silk blouse. Laura glanced down at them.
"I'll bet they do," she said.
"Want to see if you do?"
Now Rhonda's eyes were throbbing. She undid the first button
of her blouse, not taking her eyes from Laura's.
"What is this, a striptease?" Laura giggled.
"It's no tease," Rhonda said, undoing the second button.
Laura put her own drink down beside Rhonda's. She moved
closer and undid the third button with her own fingers, while Rhonda
looked down at them. Before Laura could reach the fourth button,
their mouths came together.
It was a slow, sensual kiss. Their lips moved together,
curving, melding, for several seconds before they opened. Then
their tongues intermingled in a slow, sensual dance as they began to
embrace too, finally digging their fingers into each other's flesh
through their clothes.
When they stopped kissing, Laura tugged the tail of Rhonda's
blouse out from her belt and unbuttoned the final button. Together
they took off the blouse, and Rhonda flung it away. Her bra was
black lace with a deep cleavage dip, very alluring.
Before Laura could even try to unfasten it, Rhonda began
unbuttoning the front of Laura's blouse. Together they had it off
in seconds. Laura too wore a black lace bra, a shockingly sexy one
that Karen had nearly ripped once in her haste to get it off.
Rhonda smiled. "Did we both wear our sexiest underwear for
each other?" she said.
"We wore it for somebody," Laura breathed.
She leaned forward until her lips met Rhonda's again. This
time their kiss was hotter, and wetter. Laura succeeded in
unfastening Rhonda's bra while they were kissing, and the straps
slid down her arms as they pulled apart.
Rhonda was tan, but her breasts were creamy, with large
reddish brown nipples. She obviously wore a bikini with two
triangular patches over her breasts when she sunbathed, and the
contrast was striking. She had also been modest about them, since
Laura could see they were spectacularly beautiful, perfectly shaped,
full and round. They were also unusually firm, almost hard, very
much like Shawn's, who had had breast implants, though there were no
telltale scars under Rhonda's swelling nipples. These were her own
treasures.
"God, Rhonda . . . they're beautiful," Laura said, cradling
each extraordinary globe of flesh in her palms
Rhonda bent her head forward until her full lips barely
brushed Laura's. Her tongue snaked inside Laura's mouth, then just
as quickly withdrew.
"Don't you want to suck them?" she whispered against Laura's
lips.
"Yes . . . I do."
Laura bent her head down and began licking and sensually
stroking one of Rhonda's large, soft nipples with her tongue. She
was an expert at this, and for a full two minutes she held Rhonda's
firm breasts in her hands and licked and sucked her nipples until
they were hard and wet and pointing, and Rhonda was breathing very
quickly. Then Laura realized that Rhonda's breasts were so firm she
really didn't need to hold them. They just jutted out to her mouth.
She released them and began to suck Rhonda's nipples even harder.
"Ohhnnnn . . . god, Laura . . . you're good!" Rhonda panted.
"Quick, let's go in the bedroom."
"Yes," Laura breathed, following her.
Both of them seemed to sense that this would be no ordinary
sexual event. Their feelings about each other were so mixed and
complex, and yet their physical desire had quickly become so hot and
urgent, that they surely weren't going to have a few quick orgasms
and say goodnight.
Rhonda had a huge bed, a "California king," they were called,
and just the sight of it excited Laura. Rhonda closed the door
behind them, as Laura always did in her own bedroom, and came up
behind Laura, unfastening Laura's bra clasp. She slid the straps
down Laura's arms and let the bra fall at their feet, raising her
hands and cupping Laura's naked breasts in them.
"Anngghh!" Laura groaned with surprise as she felt Rhonda's
teeth sink playfully into the strip of muscle between her neck and
shoulder.
A sharp tremor gripped her whole body. Rhonda bit her neck in
the same way, giving Laura another sharp tremor, then turned her
around and kissed her ravenously, mashing their naked breasts
together. She pushed Laura toward the bed while they were kissing,
and they fell onto it with the bedspread still on. The intensity
level went up a notch.
Rhonda quickly unzipped Laura's skirt and began pulling it
down, but Laura was just as insistent, unzipping Rhonda's too. In
about twenty seconds they were both completely naked on the huge
bed. Somehow neither wanted to go slowly, and they coiled together
naked, kissing and squeezing and nipping and sucking and mewling
like two cats in heat.
"Ungghh! Oh Rhonda!" Laura gasped as Rhonda tried to swallow
one of her nipples.
Rhonda sucked a large part of Laura's breast into her mouth
along with the nipple. Then she did the same with the other one.
"Oh Laura . . . you're so beautiful," she panted, swarming all
over Laura's body, consuming Laura's flesh.
Laura could do nothing but yield. Rhonda was on top of her,
kissing her, sucking her nipples, kissing her midriff.
"An innie . . . a gorgeous innie," she said as her tongue
snaked into Laura's navel, sending a jolt of sexual excitment
through Laura.
I'm being fucked, she realized. She brought me here to this
huge bed, and she fucking me . . . and there's nothing I can do
about it but let her.
"Ohhnnnn . . . ohhnnnn!" she moaned, twisting suddenly as
Rhonda's mouth found her pussy.
"Oh honey . . . oh honey, what a beautiful pussy," Rhonda
murmured, tongue-fucking Laura until Laura thought she would scream.
"Unh . . . unh! Oh! Oh yes! Please . . . yes!" she panted,
her hips gyrating in slow, rhythmic fuck-motions.
Of course Rhonda was an expert at eating pussy. Laura had
been eaten by experts before. Barbara. Kim. Girls who loved only
other girls, and whose technique was the most important thing they
possessed, since only it could guarantee success in their pursuits.
But Rhonda was right up there in that class, and in fact might even
have been the one who had taught Barbara.
She soon had Laura climbing the walls, moaning, writhing,
whimpering, begging. Laura's body was on fire, throbbing, churning.
She grabbed and twisted her own naked breasts, pinching her aching
nipples, pushing her pussy up into Rhonda's clever mouth, gasping
sharply each time the tip of Rhonda's tongue touched her clit, since
Rhonda was deep into a scheme of teasing, and would only let Laura
come when she thought he time was ripe.
Fortunately for Laura, it didn't take long. The anticipation
and flirting had brought them both to the brink long before this.
Rhonda made the mistake of tonguing Laura's distended clit a few
seconds too long, and Laura began to come. Her body stiffened.
Then the whole world exploded for her.
"Auungghh! Ohngghh!" she cried out.
"Oh yes baby yes!" Rhonda said, peppering her clit with hot
kisses as Laura exploded again and again in spasms of sharp ecstacy.
"Annghhiieee!" she finally screamed, turning her face into her
own arm to muffle the noise. "Ummnngggnneeee! Oh! Oh!"
Finally it began to wane, and her body went slack. Rhonda
slipped up to kiss her, her lips still wet with Laura's cunt juices.
But Laura could see the fire of need in her eyes, and she knew
Rhonda was herself so close that a few warm breaths on her clit
would probably send her up like an ammo dump.
"Your turn," she breathed, gently rolling Rhonda onto her back
and beginning to make love to her in return.
Laura, realizing the danger of an instant explosion, was even
more skillful than Rhonda had been. She explored the girl's lovely
naked body with painstaking care, and it really was a masterpiece, a
Playmate of the Month kind of body. She had to remind herself that
she had slept with an actual playmate, Gloria, but Rhonda's body was
its equal, her tiny waist accentuating her swelling hips and out-
jutting breasts, which pushed straight up into the air even when she
was flat on her back, as she was now with Laura swarming all over
her writhing body.
Again she lavished her skill on Rhonda's swollen nipples.
Rhonda held each breast and squeezed it while Laura tongued and
sucked it, until they were dark with engorged blood, thick and
rubbery, and Rhonda was moaning helplessly. Now Laura explored the
hall-of-fame navel, which really was a beauty, a deep cavity with a
sexy fold of tawny skin above it, perfumed too, and sensitive
within. When she finally reached Rhonda's lovely pussy, fringed
with golden hair, it was almost dripping with juice, a pink,
succulent slit that easily parted to her probing tongue.
"Ahhngg!" Rhonda groaned excitedly as Laura began to lick it.
"Oh . . . baby, you're so close, aren't you," Laura murmured,
feeling Rhonda's body tense and clench.
"Oh yes . . . yes! Please . . . oh Laura! Please!" Rhonda
whimpered.
"Oh, you want to come."
"Yes! Yes! Do me! Do me quick!"
"Ohhhhhh . . . not too quick," Laura soothed. "We want it to
be the best ever, don't we?"
"Oh god, Laura! Oh god! Unh unh! Unhhhh!"
Laura tongue-teased Rhonda's pussy until Rhonda's hips were
churning and bucking so hard she thought the girl might knock out
one of her teeth. And still she pulled back, bringing Rhonda to the
edge, then pulling back, then teasing her close again, then kissing
her belly, her breasts, sucking her nipples gently, then harder,
driving Rhonda nearly delirious with frantic need.
Finally she had her where she wanted her. Rhonda was
completely vulnerable, a quivering mass of need, her face contorted
in a desperate plea for release, her lovely body undulating and
twisting in frantic unrelieved passion, her breath short, punctuated
by helpless whimpering.
God, I should leave her like this, right now, the bitch, Laura
found herself thinking, aware how mixed her feelings still were
toward Rhonda, a welter of jealousy and lust. But the sexual
excitement of the moment was too overwhelming. Rhonda really was a
gorgeous creature, and Laura really did want to make her come
wildly.
She slid two fingers up into the warm, greasy channel of
Rhonda's pussy, then began fucking her hard while her lips descended
on the girl's swollen clit. Rhonda came almost immediately, the
breath leaving her arched, quivering body as a shattering orgasm
wrenched her. For a brief, shuddering second, she remained arched,
straining, but then her body collapsed into convulsions, and deep,
ecstatic wails came from deep in her throat.
"Auuoonnggg!" she groaned, coming sharply. "Ungghh! Oh!
Ohnnggg Laur---"
Laura sucked her clit again, and again.
"Auungghhh! Oh!"
Rhonda's climax lasted a good fifteen seconds as wave after
wave of violent coming wracked her lovely body. Finally she
relaxed, moaning softly, whimpering in the aftershocks, gazing
through bleary, shocked eyes at Laura.
"Oh Jesus," she breathed softly.
"He won't help you now," Laura smiled, beginning to fuck her
again before she recovered from the first one.
This time she moved up and began to suck and bite Rhonda's
large brownish red nipples while plunging her two fingers hard in
and out of Rhonda's flowing pussy.
"Unh! Unh!" Rhonda gasped, faintly delirious and excited by
the unexpected rough treatment. "God . . . yes! Fuck me, Laura,
yes! Fuck me . . . do it hard! Ungh! Oh! Unh! Yes! Oh god, I'm
going to come again! Please . . . faster! Yes!"
"Mmmmm, you like it hard, don't you, you tramp," Laura
murmured, bearing down, leveraging her plunging fingers by resting
her thumb on Rhonda's pubic bone, then fucking her harder, with
sharp, jabbing thrusts.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Yes . . . unghh! Oh ungghh yes!"
At the same time, Laura was fascinated by Rhonda's up-jutting
breasts, perfect mounds that didn't slacken out, though she was on
her back. They reminded her suddenly of Rina's, which had been the
same, phenomenally firm and upswept. She sucked both of Rhonda's
big nipples hard, jabbing her fingers into the girl's pussy, making
Rhonda cry out twice with shock and pain.
"Unggh! Ownnchhh! Oh! Fuck me . . . oh Laura you dyke fuck
me!" Rhonda panted deliriously.
Laura was so aroused that she felt she might come again
herself. She locked her legs around one of Rhonda's long, shapely
thighs, tormenting the girl's thick, pulpy nipples with her teeth,
and fucking her hard. Laura pumped her own cunt vigorously into
Rhonda's silky thigh, and they both groaned and came together in a
wrenching, gagging convulsion of burning ecstacy.
It was one of those uncontrollable mutal immolations that
occasionally happened. Neither of them had expected it, or its
power, or the insults that had escaped their mouths as they were
caught up in its irresistible force. Both of them were stunned by
it, and it took a while for each to recover.
"Honey, you really mean business, don't you," Rhonda finally
said, rolling onto her side to face Laura. "You like to fuck."
Laura grinned. "You seem to like it too."
Rhonda's arms came around her, and she mashed her naked
breasts into Laura's, kissing her with passionate intimacy. "I like
it with you. You do it hard and hot and heavy."
"Mmmmm, I can do it softly too," Laura purred, rolling Rhonda
over onto her stomach and straddling her beautiful ass, also striped
white from her bikini.
She began to rub Rhonda's back and kiss it, then to drag her
naked breasts over it, kissing the back of Rhonda's neck, teasing
the backs of her ears with her tongue. Rhonda squirmed and moaned
softly. Laura made love slowly to the beautiful, shapely expanse of
Rhonda's long, smooth, tanned back, finally reaching the creamy
moons of her delectable bottom.
Of course Rhonda's ass couldn't match a paragon like
Chanitra's--even in the midst of fucking Rhonda, Laura was clutched
by a sharp pang of longing for the bewitching, adolescent Chanitra--
or even Chanitra's sister Yvette's. Or Sholandra's, or Rina's. Of
course not. But still . . .
Rhonda's bottom was superlatively beautiful, her buns firm and
round and shapely. Laura kissed each one all over, slipping her
hand forward between Rhonda's thighs until her fingers found the wet
flower of her pussy. Now she rubbed Rhonda's pussy and began
nipping the firm, creamy flesh of her ass at the same time. Rhonda
moaned and began undulating her hips, biting her lower lip.
"Ohhhhnnnn . . . Jesus!" she gasped. "No wonder they like
you."
"Mmmmmm, and you like me too, don't you," Laura purred. "You
like me to fuck you."
"Oh! Oh! Unggh . . . god, Laura!"
Now Laura's tongue slithered between Rhonda's buns, tickling
the tiny ring of her asshole, even slipping momentarily into it, and
Rhonda went wild. Somehow the sensations sent her immediately over
the top. She came in a shocking, quick spasm, squealing
uncontrollably.
"Mmmnnggiieee!" she squealed, overcome by a sharp climax.
And somehow at this point, Laura didn't want to stop. She
wanted to rape Rhonda, rape her hard, fuck her roughly, make her
come and come even more, consume and devour her. While Rhonda was
still groggy from her climax, Laura rolled her over onto her back
and swarmed over her naked body, using every technique she had ever
developed to bring the girl to an absolute fever pitch of need.
And Rhonda was already plateauing from her previous orgasms,
twisting and moaning incoherently, suspended in the maelstrom of
sexual stimulation that Laura was providing. Finally, Laura could
take it no longer either. She maneuvered her legs in order to bring
their pussies together, and then began fucking Rhonda for real in a
rough, violent, almost savage way.
Rhonda was flat on her back, and Laura rose up over her,
holding one of Rhonda's shapely legs for leverage and grinding her
cunt into Rhonda's, pumping, thrusting fiercely, watching the look
on Rhonda's face as each thrust made her wince and reel. Laura
instinctively knew that Rhonda had never been fucked like this, and
she jammed her flowing pussy sharply into Rhonda's again and again.
"Ohng! Unh! Unh! Ungghh!" Rhonda groaned, grunting softly,
then exploding in uncontrollable cries as the tension grew tighter,
and Laura fucked her even harder.
Their bodies struggled and strained together, and Rhonda
pumped just as frantically as Laura as they neared the inevitable.
Finally they both erupted in jolting strings of coming, a cataclysm
of wrenching orgasms that welded their hot, wet pussies together in
sympathetic mutual spasms as the rest of their flesh quivered and
throbbed in unison. Rhonda was totally destroyed by this orgasm,
and Laura nearly so. They lay throbbing and shuddering together for
a long time, panting, moaning softly, kissing one another's leg, not
daring to move their groins for fear of stopping the intense
pleasure that welded their cunts together.
"I only wanted to fuck with you, Laura, not to get put in the
hospital," Rhonda croaked hoarsely as she began untangling her legs
from Laura's. "God, you're a monster. A beautiful monster . . .
but a monster. I never came that hard, or so many times, in my
life."
"Really?" Laura smiled.
"Really."
"But I'm not even finished with you yet."
"You're kidding."
"Your body was made for love, Rhonda."
Rhonda had climaxed about seven or eight times. At her peak,
with certain girls who brought out the best in her, Laura had
approached thirty orgasms. She wasn't ready to try for a record,
but she knew Rhonda could come many more times.
And they spent the next two hours trying to prove it. Laura
had not been through a real sexual marathon since Dallas, with Kim
the airport girl, and she and Rhonda fucked until they could no
longer even lift a finger.
Finally, Rhonda struggled to her elbows, looking bleary-eyed
and hammered by continual climaxing, and winked wearily at Laura.
"Well, I've certainly reached my personal best," she sighed.
"Nobody ever fucked me this much. I didn't even know my body would
come that many times. The last one sort of even hurt, it was so
intense."
Laura nodded. "I know. Me too."
Rhonda pushed Laura down on her back and kissed her. "You
know, if you fucked Yvette like this, it's no wonder she turned to
me . . . just for a little rest," she giggled softly.
But this had a bad effect on Laura, who had been trying to
forget all evening that this stunning woman had been doing this with
Yvette, and wanted to do it with Sholandra and Karen. Even the
thought of her doing it with Barbara, though more understandable,
was nauseating. Laura smiled tightly.
But Rhonda could see she was hurt. "Look . . . we can be
friends now, can't we? I mean, we spent the night screwing. I
never had so much sex. My pussy is sore. You fucked me. Laura,
you fucked me and fucked me. Now give me a break, please?"
"I didn't fuck you just to get even," Laura said softly.
There were tears in Rhonda's eyes. Laura felt like a jerk.
But she still hated Rhonda for manipulating Yvette, and Yvette for
being willing to trade her beautiful black pussy for any favor or
promotion Rhonda could offer her. On the other hand, she couldn't
really hate Rhonda after this.
"We'll . . . have to work out the Yvette business," she half-
whispered. "I care about her."
"I care about her too," Rhonda said.
Now a tear slid down one cheek. Laura believed her. She
reached out her hand and brushed the tear away.
"I know," she whispered.
"Laura . . ."
"Don't say anything. Please don't cry."
Laura was getting horny again. Rhonda's vulnerability made
her wildly sexy. In seconds they were embracing and devouring each
other again, whimpering and churning, unbelievably overcome with
fresh lust. This one was like the first one, totally
uncontrollable, a quick, urgent firestorm of fucking that resulted
in both of them coming in only about two minutes, even after all
they had been through already.
"I don't believe it . . . I still don't believe it," Rhonda
breathed as they finally separated their throbbing bodies. "How can
anyone come this much?"
"You did. You weren't dreaming."
"I feel like I could go a year without sex."
"I'll bet you won't," Laura winked. Just leave Yvette alone.
And Sholandra.
"I won't if you . . . don't forget to phone," Rhonda said,
suddenly shy and flirtatious.
"Works two ways," Laura smiled. "I think we both found
something good tonight."
"Good is hardly the word. I'm sorry I called you a dyke."
"I'm sorry I called you . . . whatever it was."
They kissed at Rhonda's front door. Laura left actually
feeling good about what had happened. Her body was satiated, and
she felt Rhonda and she would be able to work things out.