[Sholandra]

 

 

Two days later, Laura ran into Sholandra in the hall at work. Both stopped. They looked at one another without speaking. The emotional pain was palpable, and Laura was glad no one else was close to them.

"I . . ." Laura began.

"Don't say anything," Sholandra said.

Her face revealed so much pain that Laura was afraid she might cry. Laura felt like crying herself.

"I want to say something," she said.

"It'll hurt too much," Sholandra whispered.

"I don't want to hurt you. I want to . . . love you."

Sholandra's eyes glinted with fire. "You mean you want to fuck me."

She said 'fuck' under her breath, as a sort of foul expletive, dirty and perverted. Laura winced visibly.

Oh god! she thought, her eyes watering.

Both of them knew that Laura couldn't deny it. Both of them also knew what she had meant.

"I . . . didn't mean to . . . bother you," Laura said, looking away to stop her own tears, then quickly walking away too.

She could barely get through the rest of the day. Her stomach roiled, her eyes burned, her head reeled with shock and sadness. If only I didn't have to see her, she thought.

But at the end of the day, she drove her car to where she knew Sholandra parked in the garage and waited by the small, shiny red sports car. She remembered the time she had saved Sholandra in the midst of a rape, right here, when Sholandra was being assaulted on the hood of her own car.

She waited ten minutes before Sholandra showed up.

"What are you doing here?"

"I . . . don't know," Laura stammered. "I had to see you, I guess."

Sholandra said nothing. She stared at Laura, her dark eyes opaque, her sensual mouth expressionless, for once. Laura stared back. They spoke only through their eyes. Finally, Sholandra nodded toward her car.

"Want to go for a ride?"

Laura gulped. "Sure."

They got in the car, and Sholandra drove down the coast. She drove fast. They did not speak at all, nor did she turn on the radio. The only sound was the car and the wind. Soon it grew dark, but Sholandra kept driving. When they reached Half Moon Bay, she stopped at a turn-out overlooking the ocean.

"Are you hungry," she asked after a while.

"Not very," Laura said softly.

Again they didn't speak for about half an hour. It was about eight-thirty, Laura realized from glancing at her watch. Sholandra started the car without speaking and drove for a while until she spotted a Best Western motel. She drove up to it, went in to the Registration Desk, then returned. She drove around the building to the rear and parked.

"Coming?" she asked, deadpan, holding up a room key.

Laura nodded.

She followed Sholandra to the room and went in behind her. Sholandra turned on the light. Still they said nothing. Sholandra turned to Laura.

"I love the way your hair streams out behind you from the wind, in the car," she whispered.

"I love your hair," Laura murmured back. "I . . . like to put my face in it. I like to touch it."

She reached out, but Sholandra deflected her hand. "Me first."

Sholandra's hand came up and stroked Laura's thick mane of silky auburn hair. She ran her fingers through it. Laura looked at her. Sholandra's eyes were throbbing with a mixture of emotional pain and sexual excitement. But she was no more excited than Laura was.

Laura raised her hand to Sholandra's hair, and for several minutes they caressed one another. Slowly, imperceptibly, their faces drew closer together, until their lips met. It was a kiss even more tentative and slow than their first kiss. We have so much to reinvent and rediscover, Laura thought, as her tongue met Sholandra's.

But the kiss grew hotter by the second, until they were both breathing harder, probing more, their bodies coming together. Laura kissed Sholandra's smooth cheek, her delectable neck. Sholandra's lips found Laura's ear. She breathed hotly into it, sending Laura up the wall.

"Don't say anything," she breathed.

"Okay."

The sexual shivers that rippled up and down Laura's body were intense. She watched as Sholandra reached behind herself and began unbuttoning her blouse. The girl knew how infatuated Laura was with her body, and she took her time, watching Laura's eyes as more and more of her skin came into view.

When she had it unbuttoned, she removed it and flung it into an easy chair. Then, with a half-smile, she nodded for Laura to do the same. Laura removed her own blouse with almost the same exaggerated slowness and tantalization. As she unbuttoned it, her eyes caressed Sholandra's upper body. Sholandra wore a bra she had never seen before, a wonderful peach lacy thing that dipped between her breasts and clasped at the bottom of the cups.

Laura herself wore a black lace bra that she knew looked dangerously sexy on her. She saw that it had about the same effect on Sholandra as Sholandra's had on her. She flung her own blouse into the same chair, on top of Sholandra's.

Next they both removed their skirts, stockings, shoes the same way: slowly, deliberately, their eyes fastened on each other. The sexual tension in the small motel room was strung almost tighter than Laura had ever felt it, certainly between the two of them. Even when Sholandra had wanted to give in but wouldn't let herself, the tension had never been this high.

When they were down to their underwear, Sholandra pulled down the covers from the king-sized bed. She and Laura lay down face to face on the sheet, still not speaking. Now they kissed again, a long, infinitely tender kiss, an achingly sensitive kiss. When it was over, Laura kissed Sholandra's beautiful neck and shoulders, dropping her fingers to the bra clasp between the two cups.

It came loose easily. She pulled the lacy cups away and kissed the valley between Sholandra's small, perfect breasts. Her hands came up to them and covered them. She held one and moved her mouth over to the large, soft, bulging black nipple. Only Karen had nipples as large as this. She licked it lovingly, then sucked it into her mouth, pinching it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she sucked, bringing soft mewlings of pleasure from deep in Sholandra's throat.

"Oh . . . Jesus!" Sholandra breathed, watching her naked breast half-disappear into Laura's mouth.

Laura was in no hurry. She knew Sholandra was upset with her, and her motive was to remind her that no one else would ever make love to her this way but Laura. She sucked Sholandra's large, plump nipple until it was stiff and very excited, then turn to her other exquisite breast and sucked that nipple the same way.

Then she returned to the first, then back to the second, until Sholandra was twisting and whimpering helplessly. She knew it would take very little to make her erupt in coming, but before she could slide her panties off, Sholandra had forced herself up over Laura, shaking her head.

"Turn," she nearly whispered.

Obediently, Laura turned her back and let Sholandra unfasten her bra. Now it was Sholandra's turn, and she gave Laura's breasts the same treatment, making love to them until Laura too was shaking and mewling helplessly, craving release, craving more, wanting everything.

They looked at each other, their eyes swimming with uncontrollable lust for each other. Slowly, they both slid their panties down their legs. Then, as if reading one another's mind, they slid their groins together, staring deep into each other's eyes, until their oozing wet pussies met and squirmed together.

"Ohhh!" Laura gasped involuntarily.

"Unnhh! Oh . . . yes!" Sholandra gasped, her head falling back.

Even though they had fucked several times before the incident with Camille had briefly separated them, they had never done this together. But Laura knew it was necessary now, that nothing could be more intimate, a way of renewing the broken bond. She had never felt a hotter, or a wetter, pussy against her own.

Both of them felt connected at the core, their nectar-slick, swollen, molten pussylips kissing in the most intimate way possible. They quickly grew delirious, almost half-mad with lust, since they were already so aroused by their complex emotional reconnection and from making love so elaborately and patiently to each other's breasts.

Their bodies were literally on fire with need. Their hips gyrated and churned in frantic but sympathetic rhythm, their groins pumping and surging together, their small, hot cries and maniacal groans intermingling in a wild crescendo. Laura held onto one of Sholandra's beautifully shaped legs, kissing the remarkable smooth dark calf whenever she briefly regained her senses, then biting her lower lip as billows of sexual heat seemed to flow from Sholandra's pussy into hers and spread through her quivering body.

Sholandra held Laura's leg too, doing the same things, whimpering and kissing it, then moaning as the sensations became too overwhelming.

"Laura . . . unnhhh . . . oh Laura!" she gasped.

"Oh! Oh . . . yes, honey, yes!" Laura panted, nearly fainting as an ineffable ripple of sexual heat passed through her flesh.

As they twisted and writhed together, the bed began to creak and shake under them. The had begun in a slow, sensual rhythm, but now it was almost violent, a groaning, pumping frenzy as they both neared a climax. They came at almost the same instant, an uprush of explosive spasms that wrenched their striving bodies and tore involuntary cries of ecstacy from their throats.

"Unnghhaauuggnhhhhiiee!" Laura cried out as the shock hit her. "Oh! Oh! Onngghhmmnniieeee!" Sholandra half-screamed, turning her face into the sheet to muffle her loud moans, jamming her flaming pussy even harder into Laura's as the coming gripped her.

As Laura had done a few times with Brandi, and as Jonelle seemed to do often, Sholandra actually fainted briefly, blacking out as the fierce sexual explosions overpowered her senses, then drifting back to consciousness, dazed and stunned by her orgasm. It took both of them almost a minute just to catch their breath and recover from the aftershocks.

Then, with painstaking tenderness and slowness, they began to disentangle their mated bodies, even wincing, both of them, as their pussies came apart. Laura turned to face Sholandra and embraced her. Sholandra was still dazed, her eyes red and unfocused.

Except for their uncontrollable sexual cries, they hadn't spoken more than five words to each other since entering the motel room, or for hours before either. Laura's voice sounded odd to them both.

"Have you ever heard two cats doing it in the middle of the night, outside your bedroom window?" she asked.

Sholandra smiled and nodded.

"I think we must've sounded like that. We must've given everyone else staying here a thrill."

"I didn't see too many other cars," Sholandra said softly. She stroked Laura's cheek with her forefinger. "You made me pass out."

"You came hard."

"I never came so hard. Not even with you, before."

"Mmmmm, I'm glad you came to," Laura grinned, kissing her. "I want more of you."

Sholandra broke into a broad grin, one Laura hadn't seen for a long time now. "I know you, girl. You like to fuck and fuck," she giggled.

"And I suppose you don't," Laura teased.

"You may not believe this, but I never cared much for it before I met you. Sometimes it was okay, but with you . . . everything is so different. I guess that's why I got so . . . upset, you know?"

"I know. I get upset too. It upsets me to think that Rhonda Reardon wants to get you into bed."

A slow smile spread across Sholandra's face. "She does, doesn't she. How'd you know that?"

"I can tell when someone's trying to steal my heart, can't I?"

"I'm not your heart. What about the girl who gave you those scratches?"

Laura blushed, looking down. She had taken great pains to make sure that subject didn't come up. And yet here it was.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asked softly.

"You better be," Sholandra's eyes flashed.

"She's the wife of an old friend. He once talked me into, you know, doing it with them both."

"Together?" Sholandra said, wide-eyed, scandalized.

Laura nodded.

"God, I don't believe it," Sholandra gasped. "You're amazing, Laura."

Laura shook her head. "Anyway, she wanted to do it alone with me."

"I don't blame her," Sholandra smiled. "Having got a taste of your style myself."

"Oooohhh, flattery will get you more than you bargained for, you delicious little tart," Laura giggled, pushing Sholandra down onto her back and rolling over on top of her.

"Why, you gon' fuck me again, you gorgeous bisexual pervert?" Sholandra teased.

"Ummmm, you'd better be careful or you might get more perversion that you want," Laura purred, dropping her mouth again to Sholandra's incredible plump nipples and sucking them eagerly.

"Ohhh!" Sholandra gasped, looking down at what Laura was doing to her breasts. "From you I just think I might."

Laura had a mission, which was to make sure that Sholandra would never be able to forsake this again in the future. This time there was no mutual exchange of caresses. Instead, Laura made love to Sholandra passionately, ingeniously, moving from her exquisite breasts down to her flowing pussy and tonguing her into a delirium of need.

But she didn't let her come right away. Instead, she toyed with her until Sholandra was a quivering, moaning, whimpering basket case, but a gorgeous one, so desirable that Laura finally had to give in and let her come. But she knew this orgasm, like the first one, would not be ordinary either.

Sholandra had a g-spot, which Laura had discovered early in their sexual relationship, and this time, when she knew Sholandra could wait no longer, Laura's finger went directly to it. At the same time, she dropped her mouth to one delectable breast, sucking Sholandra's nipple hard just at the same moment the tip of her finger found the secret trigger.

Sholandra went off like a string of firecrackers. She came quickly, in leaping convulsions, her ecstatic cries caught in her throat as her body clenched and shuddered.

And Laura didn't let up, knowing the girl could come repeatedly at this juncture, determined to squeeze as many orgasms out of Sholandra's delectable body as she could. Sholandra was gasping and moaning, barely recovered from this climax, while Laura slid down between her thighs and began tonguing her clit at the same time her finger continued to rub the inner wall of the girl's pussy, pressing the magic spot vigorously.

"Auunngghhhh!" Sholandra cried out again, her body arching and shuddering as another shocking orgasm gripped her. "Oh! Oh!"

She came twice this way, as Laura, sensing when the spasms were beginning to wane, cranked up the heat again, sucking her clit now and finger-fucking her hard. The second orgasm, really her third, hit her even harder, crescendoing up from the last one and throttling her with ecstacy. Her body clenched and quivered, and soft, helpless cawing sounds escaped from her throat as she came.

"Oh baby . . . baby baby, you're going to come so hard," Laura panted, licking Sholandra's very wet pussy now hungrily, and greasing her forefinger with the copious juices, then sliding it between Sholandra's sweet hard buns up into her ass, rotating it, making Sholandra groan in fresh excitement.

"Unngghhhh . . . unnnunnn!" she grunted, mildly delirious, her body completely in Laura's control.

Now Laura raped her with both hand and mouth, and Sholandra erupted in a string of orgasms that seemed to go on and on, until Laura was afraid she would genuinely faint, and slacked off, letting the poor girl's body relax. Sholandra fell back to the bed, panting desperately, whimpering softly, her lovely body still undulating as the ripples of subsiding pleasure flowed through her lustrous flesh.

It took several minutes for her to recover. Laura held her and stroked her body and kissed her cheek, her eyes, brushing the hair away, her lips tenderly touching Sholandra's forehead.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured so softly it was almost inaudible.

But Sholandra heard her, and smiled wanly. "Laura . . . you scare me," she finally whispered, in a soft croak. "You make my body do things I didn't know it could do. I thought the first time we . . . you know, did it, that nothing could ever be that good. And now . . . I just came about six times without even stopping."

"I thought you might faint," Laura confessed.

"I did too. How did you do that to me?"

"Mmmmmm," Laura nuzzled her neck. "How could I help myself?"

After these intense paroxysms of pleasure, they both seemed to know that anything else would only be an anticlimax. But making love to a beautiful woman always made Laura wildly horny again. Sholandra sensed it, and she returned the favor, coaxing a fresh, throbbing orgasm out of Laura with only the slightest effort, then pushing on, as Laura had done with her, until Laura came again, a more jolting, wrenching climax.

Finally, almost reluctantly, they pulled on their clothes and got back into Sholandra's red sports car. She drove back to the city with a perpetual smile on her face, her free hand in Laura's when she didn't have to shift. When they drew near the office building, she pulled over to the curb and shut off the engine.

Her eyes were blurred with tears as she turned her face to Laura. "You're going to think I'm a sex fiend," she said hoarsely.

"Why?"

"I want to take you to my place and do it some more," she smiled as the tears started streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh . . . baby, yes, yes!" Laura said, embracing her, kissing the tears. "I do too."

"Really?"

Laura nodded. It was only about midnight. They drove to Sholandra's apartment and resumed fucking, stopping only at dawn. By then they were both so exhausted they could hardly sit up.

"Girl, you fucked my pussy until it's sore," Sholandra smiled. "Nobody ever did that either."

"It'll look funny if we're both out sick," Laura murmured to her.

"I know. I'll go in. Sore pussy and all. Hope nobody watches me walk. They'll know what I been doing."

"We may as well both go in," Laura shrugged. "Can you stop by my place for ten minutes so I can change?"

"Long as I sit in the car," Sholandra winked. "I don't trust myself with you naked."

Laura blushed. It was flattering to be so craved by this delicious girl. And when they got to her apartment, Sholandra couldn't wait in the car. She came upstairs, brewing coffee while Laura took a quick shower.

But then Laura was shocked to turn and find Sholandra, completely naked, pulling aside the shower curtain and coming in with her.

"Oh!" she said in surprise, but then their two wet bodies were glued tightly together, their mouths drinking one another. "You wanton little tart," Laura murmured, biting her earlobe.

"God . . . I can't help it. I want you to fuck me again," Sholandra panted, moaning as Laura scooped up one wet, beautiful breast in her hand and tried to swallow the already sore nipple.

In seconds they were on the floor of the bathtub, the shower streaming down on them as they licked and sucked the water from each other's body. God, you wouldn't believe we've just been fucking each other the past twelve hours, Laura thought. She licked the beads of water from Sholandra's nipples, gagging softly with lust as Sholandra's hand found her pussy and rubbed her clit.

"Oh god, fuck me, Laura!" she whimpered as they both began urgently pumping and gasping, their hot panting intermingled with the crashing of the shower water into the tub.

Sholandra's slippery, shiny dark skin under Laura's mouth and hands drove Laura half-mad with desire, and the twisting and tangling of their two slick bodies had them both on the verge of coming very quickly. Each had her hand in the other's pussy, and they pumped and rubbed each other frantically while kissing and murmuring incoherently, groaning, drenched under the shower, both consumed by wild sweet need and feeling.

Face to face, their eyes locked hypnotically in the chaos of crashing water and hot pulsing sex, they came at nearly the same second in sharp, squealing orgasms, their hot cries intermingling and echoing off the bathroom tiles. Laura buried her face in Sholandra's smooth neck, wincing and squealing helplessly.

"Nnngggiieeee!" Sholandra went off just a second later, her lovely slick body flexing and shuddering as another fierce climax shook her.

Their hot, excited cries intermingled with the shower noise, and the orgasms, to Laura, seemed to last forever. She couldn't remember having a more exciting sexual experience in her life. They lay drenched and throbbing on the bathtub floor until finally Laura reached up and shut off the faucets.

Sholandra was still panting, her eyes glazed and murky. "Sorry . . . but I just had to," she said.

"Don't be sorry," Laura said, smiling, kissing her passionately. "God, I've never done that before. It was thrilling."

"It was, sort of, wasn't it," Sholandra grinned sheepishly. "I feel like a sex fiend or something. I never did anything like this either. I must have had about a gazillion orgasms since we ran into each other last evening."

Laura nodded, wide-eyed. "Me too. Here, let's get out before we freeze to death."

Teeth chattering, they helped one another from the tub and dried each other off with Laura's huge, fluffy bathtowels. This too was a mistake, for when Sholandra got to Laura's breasts she couldn't keep her mouth off Laura's nipples. They were sore, but Sholandra's lips and tongue made them pulse with flame.

And only seconds later they were doing sixty-nine on Laura's bed, patiently, then more aggressively, bringing each other to a final, excruciating explosion. It was ten minutes to eight before they finally got dressed and headed for work. Laura found her thoughts echoing Sholandra's words. She herself had had a few sexual marathons in the past, with Karen, with Brandi, even with Jonelle. But this certainly equaled any of them.

She had long ago lost count of her orgasms, but she knew that like Sholandra's they had to be numerous. The two were ready to drop, but wildly happy at the same time, kissing like young lovers behind the door of Laura's apartment before they put on their public faces and went to work together.