[Jonelle]

 

 

In spite of her orgiastic afternoon of fucking with Chanitra and Yvette, followed by her masturbatory frenzy with Brandi, Laura longed to see Jonelle, who had been too busy with her son and work to spare any time. She longed for Jonelle sexually, but even more, some part of her whole being yearned for the girl, yearned to simply gaze in Jonelle's deep eyes, to look at her incredible, exquisite face.

Finally, she went to Jonelle's desk, even though it might mean running into Barbara Crump, or Yvette, who worked often with Jonelle's boss. Jonelle seemed happy to see her, but nervous.

"I need you," Laura whispered to her. "I love you. I need you."

Jonelle smiled, then looked around anxiously. "You know Yvette Farmer?" she asked, forehead wrinkled.

Uh oh, Laura thought. What had Yvette been up to?

"Yes, I know her. We worked together once on a project. Why?"

Jonelle pouted, looking troubled. "Oh, nothing. She said something . . . weird, that's all."

Laura dared to drop one hand down to Jonelle's desk and curl a finger around hers. "I need to see you." Then with her mouth she again made the words I love you.

Jonelle would have blushed, had she been able. But her eyes sparkled, and her exquisitely beautiful face lighted up.

"Maybe tomorrow night," she whispered. "But only for an hour or so."

"Anything," Laura said.

She knew she was glowing with love, and it must be visible for miles. Both of them knew that what they felt would be quickly apparent to others if they weren't careful. Laura stood up tall again and acted very businesslike.

"I'll see you then," she said, with formal distance.

Jonelle nodded crisply. "See you then. Tomorrow. I'll call you."

When she didn't call and didn't call, Laura nearly became frantic. Her heart actually ached for Jonelle. She couldn't think of anything else. Then, at four-thirty on the following day, Jonelle called her at her desk.

"I can make it right after work for an hour," Jonelle whispered into the phone. "Eric's at a cub scout meeting until six."

"Can you meet me there or do you want a ride?"

"I've got my car. See you there."

Jonelle's voice was vibrant with excitement, and Laura could hardly contain her own. We're like two kids, she thought. Only we want to devour each other, that's all.

The anticipation nearly killed her. She was wet from the moment of the phone call until she opened the door to her apartment forty-five minutes later to let Jonelle in. She hurriedly shut the door and and threw the bolt, and they fell together in a scorching kiss right there. Jonelle's purse dropped to the floor.

Laura nearly raped her on the spot and had to call on all her self-control just to pull back and go a little more slowly.

"God, I'm sorry," she said. "I just missed you so bad. I'm so wet for you."

Jonelle grinned broadly. "Me too. What are we standing here for?"

In Laura's bedroom, with the door shut, they both became more controlled. Slowly and carefully, Laura removed each piece of Jonelle's clothing, kissing and caressing every inch of her body as it became visible and enjoying the slow, simmering build-up. When she came to the small swellings and huge, protruding, black nipples of Jonelle's breasts, she lavished her caresses on them, licking Jonelle's nipples and kissing them and sucking them passionately.

"Don't know why you like them so much," Jonelle said softly. "No man ever liked them like you do."

"Because they're exquisitely beautiful," Laura murmured, sucking one entire breast into her mouth.

"Oh! Unhhhh! God . . . you sure can make them feel good," Jonelle sighed.

Laura was still dressed, but she couldn't take her hands or her mouth off Jonelle's small, exquisite breasts. Jonelle liked to have them sucked hard, even gently bitten, and Laura gave in to her urge to swallow the delicious girl. She sucked and bit Jonelle's big nipples while sliding her hand down to Jonelle's sopping wet pussy.

"Oh! Ohhnnnnggg . . . oh Laura oh god oh bite it yes! Oh auuggnnhh yes . . . oh! Oh! Laura . . . please! Auugnnh! Oh god now now! Unnmmnngghhiieee!"

Jonelle came like a rocket going off. All the pent-up need from the several weeks since she had last seen Laura came boiling up at once in a squealing, shattering orgasm from which she quickly sank into the rapturous trance Laura had seen before. Her body undulated and quivered through several more intense spasms before going slack, leaving her panting and moaning softly, sweetly in Laura's arms.

Then suddenly her eyes widened.

"You've still got your clothes on," she said, wonderingly.

"I wanted you too much to stop."

"But I can take care of that," Jonelle said. "I want to fuck you too. See, you got me saying that word. I never said that word, not even in high school, when everybody else did. But you got me saying it. I want to fuck you, Laura."

Jonelle's eyes burned into Laura's as she began to unbutton Laura's blouse. To hear Jonelle say it like that made Laura nearly turn to jelly. They were the most erotic words she had ever heard from another person's mouth.

And Jonelle's lips on her neck, then her chest, then dipping into the valley between her breasts as Jonelle's fingers quickly unclasped her bra behind her back, had the same effect. She was shocked by the depth of feeling she had for Jonelle that was all mixed in with her sexual desire for the girl.

"Mmmmm, now if I had boobs like these, I could see you feeling that way," Jonelle murmured, cradling Laura's perfect breasts in her palms. "All the men would be wanting to touch them, and kiss them."

"You want men to touch them?" Laura asked, hating herself for showing her jealousy.

Jonelle leaned forward and gave Laura the most emotional, moving kiss she had experienced in years. "Laura," she whispered, "I don't want anyone to touch them but you."

"Do it to me, honey," Laura whispered into Jonelle's teeth. "Do it to me now. Please. I can't wait."

Jonelle's hands closed over Laura's naked breasts, squeezing them. She dropped her mouth to them, sucking one of Laura's nipples into it, bringing a soft moan of pleasure involuntarily from Laura's throat. Gently, Jonelle pushed Laura onto her back on the bed and crouched over her, sucking and tonguing Laura's nipples until Laura was writhing and whimpering helplessly.

Then she explored Laura's body slowly with her hands and mouth, in a more thorough way than she had ever done before, using Laura's delaying techniques on Laura herself. Laura had gone through many emotional couplings, especially with Rina and Yvette, but this one moved her even more. Not only the feelings in her body but the tenderness for Jonelle in her mind seemed to overwhelm her in a hot cloud of throbbing, resonating pleasure that almost whirred out of control when Jonelle's slowly moving lips finally reached her pussy.

"Oh! Oh god!" Laura gasped, her body arching and clenching convulsively.

She was so tightly wound that it took only a few seconds for her to burst. Jonelle's tongue slid up into her, then back out and across her clit, jabbing it, flicking it, and Laura spilled over with hot, violent coming.

"Auungghh! Oh . . . god yes oh ohnggghh! Auuggnnmmnnggeee!" she wailed, her body surging off the bed as spasm after spasm of nearly unbearble pleasure wracked her.

The release of emotion was almost as strong as the release of sexual tension, and she found herself weeping softly as she and Jonelle coiled together kissing, then rearranged themselves into a comfortable sixty-nine position with Jonelle on top. In this way they had two more orgasms apiece.

It was while they were cuddling and kissing after this that Jonelle shocked Laura with a question out of the blue.

"Did you ever do this with Yvette Farmer?" she asked, with no warning.

A cold squirt of fear shot through Laura. It took all her self-control not to blush or stammer.

"No . . . of course not," she said, trying to remain calm. "What gave you that idea?"

"Oh, a couple things. She's pretty. Kinda your type, if you know what I mean. And she said this weird thing to me the other day."

"What."

"She said I'd better stop flirting with you."

"That's all she said?"

"Yeah. Then she kinda glared at me and walked away. She must've seen you and me talking. It was almost like she was jealous. That's why I asked."

"Maybe she was just . . . I don't know, trying to say you shouldn't be talking during work or something like that," Laura said, running on, very nervous and stricken with fear that somehow Jonelle would find out about her and Yvette.

"You never did fuck her, eh?" Jonelle asked, using the 'f' word now for effect, even accentuating it a little.

And now Laura could feel herself actually flushing. But she stared straight into Jonelle's eyes and lied.

"Never," she said in an even voice.

Jonelle smiled. "I didn't think so. But I know I wasn't your first. Girl, I mean. So I thought---"

"I know what you thought, and what I ought to do to you for it," Laura giggled, dragging her down to the mattress again and kissing her exuberantly. "I should do this . . . and this."

"Oh! Oh yes . . . oh Laura please," Jonelle breathed, overcome with excitement as Laura began to caress her naked body again.

And this time Laura pulled out all the stops, until she brought on one of Jonelle's deep orgasmic trances, a shattering, long, interminable orgasm that left Jonelle groggy and reeling with ecstacy. And all through it Laura could hear her own voice repeating, "Jonelle, I love you, I love you, oh Jonelle, I love you."

She was still murmuring it in Jonelle's marvelous dark brown ear as Jonelle surfaced from her incredible climax. And Jonelle's eyes glistened as she said the words back to Laura, sealing a connection that had been clear but unaffirmed until then.

"I love you, Laura."

But then she saw the time from Laura's clock radio by the bed.

"But I have to leave to pick up my little boy," she whispered, reluctantly pulling herself away.