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     Chapter 245
     
     
     
     Laura was roaming the cosmetics aisles of the local
Target store on Saturday morning, picking up cheap shampoo,
moisturizers, and other odds and ends, when she ran into
Charise, whom she had not seen for weeks.  In fact, her
heart took a skip as she saw her beloved Inky round the
corner, this delicious teenager, so very black, like Dawn,
so well-formed, so radiant when she smiled, almost homely
otherwise.  She remembered how Kendra had called her `one
ugly little nigger,' and cringed.
     
     Charise was not ugly to Laura.  The two of them had
just about incinerated one another in sexual conflagrations
that one could never suspect, if one saw only the charming,
girlish Charise with her slightly mawkish mannerisms and her
stiff little unstylish Dutch flip hairdo.  But the girl was
an angel in disguise.  The bangs! Laura thought.  The bangs!
     
     She could hardly take her eyes off Charise's forehead,
curtained by the famous  coal-black bangs that made Laura's
heart quiver and throb.
     
     "Charise!"
     
     Charise stopped and flinched.  She recognized Laura,
and her face veered into her usual beatific smile, then
quickly stopped, and she glanced over her shoulder, then
back at Laura.
     
     "Hi . . . Laura."
     
     "Oh god, Charise . . . I've missed you so much," Laura
said, under her breath, aware that Charise was not entirely
relaxed about this chance encounter.
     
     Again Charise looked back, then forward over Laura's
shoulder.  "I'm here with my Mama," she whispered.  "She
over there somewhere."  She nodded toward an adjacent area
of the store.
     
     "Oh . . . I see," Laura whispered back, instantly on
her guard.
     
     She knew no one but Jane had the slightest idea she and
Inky were lovers, but they both felt enough guilt to make
them nervous.  Still, they had shared such deep,
unforgettable sexual moments, and had such a deep emotional
bond, that their eyes held, throbbing, exchanging profound
messages, right there in the cosmetics aisle at Target, in
plain view.
     
     The fear of discovery by Charise's mother was very
great, but Laura could not possibly bear to let her go.  She
gestured with her head.
     
     "Walk over there with me . . . just casually," she
murmured.  "Like we're strangers.  We can just talk a
little.  Look straight ahead."
     
     Nervous and reluctant, Charise nevertheless agreed.
She and Laura wandered out of the aisle, toward the women's
ready-to-wear section of the store.  Laura, who had been
suffering a sweet, romantic turmoil in her feelings for days
following her scorching night in Dawn's bed, was feeling a
rush of self-hatred.  God, I'm such a slut, she thought.
Wanting to rape this darling little girl, when I was just
telling Dawn how much I love her only a day or so ago,
bringing her roses, fucking her all night, groaning and
panting into her ear.  Now I can't wait to get my hooks into
dear Inky, whose mother is even here in the store somewhere,
for god's sake!
     
     She swallowed and tried to act every inch the adult,
not overtly lecherous, even holding back her syrupy
affection.  "So . . . miss any more periods?"
     
     Charise nodded slowly, looking straight ahead.
     
     Oh god! Laura thought.  She was seized by a desperate
need to enfold the girl, squeeze her, fuck her tenderly, coo
love words in her ear, stroke her naked back, kiss her
luscious mouth, tongue-tickle her perfect little black
pussy.  They were passing through racks of clothing, and on
an impulse Laura grabbed a few sweaters, and some underwear.
She pulled Charise toward the changing rooms in the back.
     
     "Here . . . take these.  Go in one of those little
rooms to try them on.  I'll try these on."
     
     "Do you think we should be doing this?" Charise asked,
meekly.
     
     Laura leaned close, whispering furtively.  "I've got to
kiss you.  I'll die otherwise."
     
     Now the familiar gleam of unbelievable delight came
into Charise's shiny black eyes.   "Really?"
     
     "Really."
     
     Laura felt more like a worm than ever.  She was
obviously coercing this poor girl into doing it.  Charise
kept looking back over her shoulder, as if she were about to
be called by her mother, but she could not refuse Laura.
Usually there was a girl sitting at a counter near the
changing rooms to guard against theft, but this time the
counter was vacant.  Laura and Charise slipped by it and
back into one of the rooms without being seen.
     
     Laura quickly dropped the sweaters on the little bench
that was attached to the flimsy wall and turned to fasten
the small hook on the door.  When she turned back, Charise
was still holding the underwear bunched in her fist, looking
terrified.
     
     "Oh god, darling, don't look that way!" Laura said,
taking the underwear and tossing it on top of the sweaters.
     
     Being called `darling' always made Charise melt with
happiness, and though still frightened, she yielded,
smiling, to Laura's wishes.  "You better hurry if you want
to kiss me," she whispered.  "My Mama is a one hot holy
bitch of a mama when she get mad."
     
     Laura embraced her.  Their mouths met in a hungrier,
more ravenous kiss than Laura ever remembered sharing with
Charise.  She drove her tongue down into Charise's open,
receptive mouth, stabbing it deep, digging her fingers into
Charise's back through her thin shirt.  Her mouth slid
across the girl's phenomenally smooth black cheek to her
neck.  How can skin be so impossibly, beautifully,
unnaturally smooth as this? she wondered as she kissed her
way up and down Charise's neck, nipping her earlobe, pulling
Charise's shirt tails out of her pants and running her hands
up under the cloth.
     
     "Oh god . . . I love your body!" Laura panted into her
neck.
     
     Charise said nothing but was panting excitedly,
overwhelmed by Laura's instant passion here in such a semi-
public place, while her mother was idly shopping out in the
store.
     
     "Think we better go back?" she suggested tentatively,
as Laura pulled up her shirt, running her fingertips all
over the girl's marvelous, warm, coal-black skin under her
bra.
     
     "Oh god . . . I've got to kiss you everywhere," Laura
panted, almost incoherent, faintly alarmed at how passionate
and uncontrollable her feelings were for the girl.
     
     She tugged up the cups of Charise's bra, freeing
Charise's large, woman's breasts, which bounced out of the
cups, springy and upswept.  Instantly, she cupped them with
her hands and lowered her mouth to one soft, swelling black
nipple, sucking it thirstily.
     
     "Mmnngeee!" Charise wailed softly, watching her nipple
disappear into Laura's mouth.  "Oh shit . . . Laura!" she
said in a loud whisper.
     
     Her hands clasped Laura's head and pulled it away, so
that her wet nipple popped out of Laura's mouth.  Laura
looked up to see the fear on Charise's face, and suddenly
felt her own chagrin and deep guilt for having forced the
girl into this.  Oh god, I might as well be a rapist! she
thought.  Quick, get control of yourself, girl.  Inky is
just a teenager, and her damn mother is out there somewhere,
just getting ready to catch you molesting her daughter!
     
     "I'm sorry.  God, I'm sorry, honey."
     
     Quickly, she pulled the bra cups down again over
Charise's breasts, which was not so easy since they were
big, and very firm.
     
     "I just . . . oh god, I'm just so hungry for you," she
confessed.
     
     Charise, while touchingly pleased to be wanted so much,
was terrified of being caught.  "We gotta get out of here,"
she whispered.  "What if they catch us?"
     
     "I know."
     
     Laura took a deep breath and stood up straight.
Charise hurriedly stuffed her shirt tails back into her
pants.
     
     "My Mama going to a wedding this evening.  That's why
we came here.  She shopping for a present."
     
     "You could come to my place," Laura said, almost
breathlessly, excited.
     
     Charise shook her head.  "I have to stay home with my
two little brothers."
     
     Laura's face fell.
     
     "You could come over.  Just visiting, like?"
     
     "But we wouldn't be able to-"
     
     Now a mischievous,  even a salacious, expression passed
across Charise's young face.  "You can park your car in the
garage.  Ours ain't gonna be there.  Then we could . . . you
know, kind of go outside to it while they're playing
Nintendo."
     
     She gave Laura a sly look.  Laura was overcome by the
urgent need to kiss her again, and to feel Charise's young,
supple, vibrant body in her arms.
     
     "What time?" she asked, controlling the impulse to grab
Charise again.  "And you'll have to give me the address.
Remember, I only dropped you off.  I don't know the house."
     
     Charise grinned, playing cat-and-mouse with Laura.
"Saw you driving by once."
     
     "You did?"  Laura blushed.
     
     Charise tilted her head, becoming a devastating flirt.
"Were you looking for me?"
     
     "If you don't tell me the address, I'm going to kiss
you again," Laura threatened.
     
     "Thirty-five forty-one.  She leaving at four-thirty.
You could come at five."
     
     "What will your brothers think?"
     
     "I get to have friends," Charise sneered, offended to
think that Laura did not trust her to handle it.
     
     Laura gulped.  "I'll be there."
     
     "I gotta get out of here before my Mama raises hell
`cause she can't find me," Charise said, groping for the
sweaters she was supposed to be trying on.
     
     "You go first," Laura said.  "I'll come out in a minute
. . . so it doesn't look like we're together."
     
     Touchingly, Charise, before popping out the door,
leaned forward and gave Laura an affectionate peck on the
lips.  "See you at four-thirty."
     
     "I can't wait," Laura smiled.
     
     And it was true.  She could hardly contain the
butterflies in her stomach, or the thrill that came from
Charise's quick parting kiss.  Such a sweet, wonderfully
sexy little girl, she thought.  I couldn't keep my hands off
her.
     
     There was now a girl in a red smock sitting behind the
counter.  Laura handed her the sweaters.  "Didn't fit," she
said, acting imperious and important to cover her shame at
having lured Charise back into the changing rooms.
     
     The rest of the day, up until five o'clock, was a
torment to her.  Mostly she spent it trying not to think
about Dawn.  It's not as if I'm betraying her or anything,
Laura reasoned.  After all, I had a relationship with Inky
long before I even knew there was a Dawn.  And I'm sure
Robert is back from Chico now, and they're sleeping
together, and she's still shaving her pussy like before, and
he's pumping it, and so why should I be feeling this way?
Like I'm cheating on her.
     
     In between these thoughts of Dawn, her mind would drift
back to Charise.  She relived each moment, how they had
secretly embraced, kissed ravenously, how she had freed
Charise's wonderful firm breasts and sucked one of her coal-
black nipples greedily, how Charise had whimpered but also
cringed with fear of discovery.  Laura felt her pussy begin
to ooze with warm juices, but she also felt guilty and
deeply ashamed.  I got her into that, I got her into all
this, she thought.  Without me she'd just be a normal
little, what . . . pregnant teenager?
     
     And this made her thoughts veer off into even more
troubling territory.  This girl is pregnant, Laura, she told
herself.  You're sitting her seething from lust, your pussy
is throbbing and flowing, all in the anticipation of getting
in the back seat of your car in her mother's garage and
fucking this sweet little pregnant teenager until both of
you are squealing and coming unbelievably.  Isn't that
right?
     
     It didn't matter how she phrased it to herself; it
still made her feel like a worm and at the same time so
horny from imagining it that she knew nothing short of
prison could keep her from doing it.  By the time five
o'clock arrived, her feelings were a welter of confusion,
and her body was yearning for Charise as never before.
     
     At four thirty-five she got a call from Charise.
     
     "She just left," Charise said softly into the phone.
"Wait ten minutes, then come.  When I see you coming, I'll
open the garage door.  Just drive right inside, and I'll
close it behind you."
     
     It was all so conspiratorial.  Laura knew they were
both getting an extra charge out of this surreptitious plan.
"Okay.  See you in a few mintues."
     
     Shockingly nervous, she nevertheless got control of
herself enough to drive to the house.  She was still fifty
yards away when she saw the garage door going up.  Of
course, Charise knew Laura's car well and had spotted it
from a distance.  Laura pulled in and the garage door
descended behind her car.  It was dark.
     
     Then she saw Charise peeking out from a door, which she
was holding open for Laura.  Laura's heart was racing.  It
was all so exciting.
     
     In the kitchen, Charise shut the door to the garage and
flirted with Laura.  "You right on time.  You must be
thinking of doing something."
     
     But Laura was too nervous to flirt.  "Where are your
brothers?"
     
     Charise gestured toward the other area of the house
with her head.  "In there.  Playing."
     
     She had changed since their encounter in the Target
store and now wore ragged jeans and a tight-fitting blue
cotton jersey that emphasized the supple slenderness of her
body and the largeness of her breasts, proportionally.  They
were not really large, not like Karen's, or Shavon's, not
even quite as large as Dawn's, but in contrast with the rest
of her young, still-developing body, they made Charise seem
a little top-heavy.  Her waist was very narrow, her hips
slim, her breasts a beautifully-shaped shelf of jutting
flesh above her stomach. It was still very hard to believe
she was pregnant, but Laura wondered if she didn't notice a
small, unusual swelling below the belt line.
     
     "Let me check on them, and then we can go outside."
     
     Charise's black eyes flashed.  She was enjoying the
anticipation as much as Laura.
     
     "Maybe they should know I'm here," Laura suggested.
"So they don't get surprised seeing me."
     
     "Right.  Good idea.  Come with me and I'll introduce
you."
     
     Charise's brothers were five and seven years old, Daryl
and D'Andr,, two of the cutest little boys Laura had ever
seen.  They were well-behaved and mannerly, greeting Laura
with respect, their eyes widening as they saw her come in
from the kitchen with Charise.
     
     "This is my friend Laura," Charise told them.  "We
gonna stay in the kitchen and talk.  You guys go ahead and
play Nintendo.  Don't bother with us now.  We want to talk
girl talk, you know?  Like, alone?  You want to get a soda
now out of the fridge, so you don't have to bother us?"
     
     Both boys nodded.  They trudged into the kitchen to get
their sodas.  Charise looked meaningfully at Laura.  When
the boys returned, she and Charise went back into the
kitchen.
     
     "Just give it a minute," Charise said, under her
breath.  "Like we talking in here.  Then we can go out
there."
     
     Laura felt the incredible stirring of butterflies again
in her stomach, almost as if she had never touched Charise
before.  She nodded.
     
     "Hate having to do it this way, but it's the only way,"
Charise said.  "Otherwise, I might not see you for weeks . .
. months.  You know," she pointed down at her belly, "I'm
getting a little bigger."
     
     She was clearly saying: Look, I'm pregnant, and soon we
aren't going to be able to fuck any more.
     
     "Look, it's none of my business . . ." Laura said.
"But why don't you . . . you know, have the doctor just . .
."
     
     "You mean abortion?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     "You asked me that before," Charise smiled.  "Remember?
When I first told you?"
     
     Laura nodded again.
     
     "I guess `cause I haven't told my mama yet.  If I bring
it up, then I have to tell her."
     
     "She's going to find out anyway, Charise.  And the
longer you wait . . ."
     
     Charise's expression, normally so impish and angelic by
turns, took on a lost, forlorn, fearful look.  "I like
babies," she said, meekly.  "Guess I can handle it."
     
     Laura wanted to embrace her, comfort her, and shake her
vigorously at the same time.  You fool!  You darling!  You
must get rid of it!  You're only sixteen!
     
     A sensible, responsible adult would not take this girl
out into the garage and fuck her right now, Laura reasoned
to herself.  It's almost criminal to do it.  In fact, of
course it is criminal.  You should take her somewhere, to a
minister, to a woman's shelter, somewhere she can get
counseling.  They have those places for teenage girls, don't
they?  The last thing you should be doing is taking her
clothes off and sliding your tongue up inside her pussy.
Her sweet, sweet pussy!
     
     But Charise was eager to change the subject.  "I got a
blanket for us," she said.  "Wait a minute, I'll get it."
     
     Laura was paralyzed.  She could not force herself to
change the mood.  Both of them were half-crazy with
anticipation.  It had been weeks since they had been
together.  They had nearly devoured one another already in
Target, earlier in the day.  If Charise had not been so
terrified and felt so guilty, Laura would have gone even
farther than sucking her breast, she knew.
     
     Charise quickly returned carrying a big dark green Army
blanket.  She gestured toward the door to the garage with
her head.  Her eyes had a knowing expression now, as if to
say: You want to fuck me, you better get yourself out here
quick.
     
     Laura followed her.  When they were in the garage,
Charise shut the door back into the kitchen with elaborate
care, trying to ensure that there was no noise.  Then she
turned to Laura, whispering.
     
     "Let's get in the back seat.  I'm already feeling `that
way,' know what I mean?"
     
     "I always feel `that way' when I'm with you," Laura
whispered back, truthfully.
     
     They got into the back seat of Laura's car, both
wincing as Laura slammed the door to make sure it was shut.
Otherwise, the car's interior light would remain on.
     
     "Hope they didn't hear that," Charise said, the same
terror flitting through her black eyes that Laura had seen
in Target, in the changing rooms.
     
     "I don't think so," Laura whispered.
     
     She unfolded the blanket and draped it half over each
of them.  Then she reached out for Charise, who came
obligingly into her arms, up-tilting her face and offering
her full, sensual lips to Laura.  Even though they had
shared some pretty intense kisses, this was more profound,
moving, and erotic than any earlier one.
     
     Maybe it was something about the secrecy of it, Laura
thought-the darkness, the fact that they were huddled
together under a blanket, hoping not to be discovered.  Both
wanted to have wild, unbridled, flaming sex with each other,
but they knew that Charise's little brothers could come
through the kitchen door into the garage at any time.  How
far could they go?  What if Daryl peeked into the garage
from the kitchen just as both of them were groaning
helplessly in the grip of a fierce, heart-stirring orgasm?
What if they were so heatedly screwing that they didn't
notice D'Andr,'s curious little face peering through the car
window at them?
     
     This made their kiss more sweet, more intense, more
acutely romantic than ever.  It was slow and sensual, not
hungry, voracious, and demanding, as Laura had kissed
Charise earlier that day at Target.  But now she explored
every possibility, letting her tongue invade parts of
Charise's mouth where it had never been, under her lips,
under her twisting tongue, just as eager to explore Laura's.
It was also a very long, expressive kiss, warm and
emotionally moving, so that when their mouths finally came
apart, both felt as if they had discovered territory they
had never imagined before.
     
     "Wow, that was some kiss," Charise breathed softly, her
black eyes glistening in the darkness.  "I wish I could see
you better.  You really kiss good, Laura."
     
     "You kiss like heaven, darling," Laura whispered into
her ear.  "I want to kiss you forever."
     
     "If you kissed my pussy like that . . . I think it'd be
all over for me," Charise murmured.
     
     "Mmmm, then I am going to kiss your pussy like that."
     
     Her hands dropped to the front zipper of Charise's
ragged jeans.  Charise's eyes never left hers as Laura ran
the zipper down slowly.  Their eyes were getting more used
to the semi-darkness of the car and the garage now, and a
hot throbbing current flowed between them.
     
     Their love differed from some others Laura experienced,
mainly because Charise was so young, and had probably never
felt anyone love her the way Laura did.  Boys wanted her, of
course, like the one who had made her pregnant.  She had a
delightful, sexy body and an infectious innocence that was
irresistible.  They wanted to plunge their hard cocks into
her and shoot jizz like a hot rocket, but none wanted to
smother her with tenderness, as Laura did, or spend long
minutes just kissing her miracle of a mouth.  Or call her
`darling,' which made Charise glow and her eyes grow shiny.
     
     "Darling," Laura breathed against her incredibly smooth
cheek.  "Let me kiss your pussy . . . I want it so bad."
     
     "I ain't stopping you," Charise panted softly,
wriggling now to help Laura pull down her jeans.
     
     It was a little cramped in the back seat but also
surprisingly intimate, dark, and secretive.  They struggled
out of their clothes under the blanket, but Laura was still
only half-undressed when she got her hands on Charise's bare
warm flesh, and she could not prevent herself from pulling
up Charise's jersey and this time unfastening her bra from
the back.
     
     "Can I take this whole thing off?" she asked softly,
pulling the jersey and loose bra up.
     
     "Better not.  What if we have to get it back on in a
hurry?"
     
     "I want all of your body."
     
     "You can have as much as you can get," Charise giggled,
eyes twinkling, a playful crinkle in her nose as she smiled
in the dark.
     
     Laura pulled the clothing up as far as it would go,
completely exposing Charise's marvelous full breasts, so
firm and springy, her large black nipples swollen and
gleaming in the half-light.  She filled her hands with them,
gently but insistently squeezing, then letting her thumbs
and forefingers quickly travel to the swelling nipples,
pinching and twisting them.
     
     "You can suck `em hard now," Charise murmured.  "They
ain't sore today at all.  In fact, they feel like they gonna
pop."
     
     "You like me to suck them hard?"
     
     "I sure do."
     
     "Does it make your pussy wet when I suck them hard?"
Laura teased, curling her tongue around one delicious black
nipple.
     
     "Ahhhnnnn!" Charise gasped as Laura guided the whole
plump, swollen nipple between her lips, laving it with her
tongue, then sucking it in deep.
     
     I'll bet he didn't suck your nipples like this,
darling, Laura thought as she began to feast on Charise's
wonderful young breasts.  Like Dawn, Charise was so black
that under the blanket like this it was almost hard to see
her unless she smiled, showing off her brilliant, white,
even teeth.  It was all touch and taste and smell for Laura,
who could feel her own body resonating to Charise's flesh as
she had never felt before.  God, we should do this more
often! she realized.
     
     "Oh god, Laura . . . that makes my pussy real wet,"
Charise giggled, almost shyly. "It's real wet, Laura," she
panted.  "You could really kiss it now.  I think I . . .
ohhhh . . . I think I'm gonna pop, like I said.  My pussy is
hot for you."
     
     But Laura didn't want her to pop.  She was afraid that
once Charise came, and maybe Laura too, they would feel so
guilty out here in the back seat of the car that they would
want to stop.  Laura didn't want to stop.  She loved
Charise's silky black young body, she loved her sweet young
aromas, her pungently aroused pussy, her swelling breasts
and the taste of her coal-black nipples.  She wanted this to
go on forever.
     
     "I'm hot for your pussy, darling," she whispered,
sliding up to kiss her mouth again, her neck, her throat,
but letting one hand descend to Charise's crotch, sliding it
between Charise's gently yawning thighs.  "I want it.  I
want to kiss it and suck it."
     
     Being this close to Charise's face, she could see the
girl's flickering black eyes, swirling now with hot sex,
frantic need, desperate pleas for Laura to make her come.
     
     "Oh yes, Laura . . . oh yes!  I only get to come with
you!  You the only one who can do it for me like this!" she
panted, twisting now, writhing under Laura.  "Quick."
     
     "You have to bite into the blanket or something so your
little brothers don't hear.  It might scare them."
     
     Charise nodded quickly.  "I will."
     
     Kissing her way down Charise's smooth, warm stomach,
Laura reached her belly and realized for the first time that
it was true: there was a small swelling there that she had
never noticed before.  Trying not to be depressed by it, she
kissed the swelling lovingly, then slid down further, until
her lips grazed the wet folds of Charise's open pussy.
     
     It was, Laura well knew, one of the most beautiful
pussies she had ever made love to, and Laura deeply
regretted now that they were huddling under a blanket like
this where she could not savor the full pleasure of eating
Charise's exquisite pussy, taking her time, worshipping it
the way she wanted to do.  On the other hand, Charise was
about ready to come too, and so even in ideal circumstances,
Laura's reverential approach would have had to be cut short.
     
     She had to slide down to the floor of the car in order
to let Charise spread her thighs, and even though their
bodies were cramped, they were both so sexually excited that
they easily maneuvered each other into a fairly comfortable
position, with Charise leaning back into the corner, her
legs-longer than Laura had realized-widely open, and Laura
crouched on the floor with her head between the girl's black
velvet thighs.  The shiny, dark pink, glimmering slit of
Charise's inflamed pussy was barely visible under the
blanket, but Laura could smell it, and she saw the raw, wet
slickness of it as she lowered her mouth to the runny
crease.
     
     "Laura . . ." Charise panted, overcome with urgent
need, "I'm gonna come quick!  I can feel it!  I ain't come
for weeks!"
     
     "Oh baby," Laura purred.  "Just bite the blanket."
     
     "Yes!  Ungghhhh!  Oh . . . yes!  Please, Laura, yes!
Unhhhh!  Unh!"
     
     Even though she knew it was going to be over quickly,
Laura could not deprive herself of the opportunity to tease
and toy briefly with Chairse's flowing, throbbing, oozing
cunt.  She ran the tip of her tongue all around the edges of
the beautiful oval formed by the girl's inner cunt lips,
easing one finger into the soupy warm cleft between them.
Charise began to quiver and churn her hips, lifting her body
off the car seat, pushing her hot slit into Laura's mouth.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!  Unhh!"
     
     Charise's shaking and panting, and Laura's sexual
hunger, quickly got the better of them both.  She wanted all
of the girl, but this much would have to do for now.
Reaching up to Charise's rolling breasts, she grabbed and
twisted the girl's thick, excited nipples, pressing her
mouth hard into Charise's flowing pussy at the same time,
licking and sucking her clit in a frenzy of hot passion.
     
     Laura could feel every straining muscle in Charise's
body clench.
     
     "Auungghhh!" she cried out, before she could get a
piece of the blanket into her mouth.  "Oh god!"
     
     Alarmed, but without removing her busy mouth from
Charise's exploding pussy, Laura grabbed some of the blanket
with one hand and pushed it toward her face.  Charise had
enough presence of mind to guide it into her mouth and bite
down on it before a second fierce spasm shook her.
     
     "Ummgnnghghpphh!" she gagged into the blanket, her body
undulating and flipping violently each time a new sweet
spasm wrenched her.  "Unngghhh!"
     
     Laura felt herself being overcome by love for the girl
as Charise groaned and flexed and shuddered her way through
a long, wonderfully intense orgasm.  If she had not come for
weeks, she certainly made up for it now, quivering and
moaning for about twenty or thirty seconds as the
convulsions of deep pleasure continued to wrack her young
body, her moans half-muffled by the piece of blanket she had
stuffed into her mouth.
     
     Her sleek, lean, glossy body, writhing and straining in
the half-light of the garage, her full breasts swirling, her
large black nipples gleaming, was enough to thrill Laura to
her depths.  When Charise, still coming, lifted her whole
shuddering pelvis off the back seat of the car, Laura
quickly slipped her hands under the smooth cheeks of her ass
and squeezed them lovingly while indulging in a few last
sucks and licks of her throbbing clit.  Then she kissed
Charise's open, swollen pussy with fierce passion again
before sliding back up to embrace the gasping girl, pulling
the blanket, which had slid down, up over their bodies.
     
     "Oh shit, Laura, I'm so sorry I came that fast,"
Charise panted, still stunned from the impact of her climax.
     
     "Mmmmm, why should you be sorry that you came fast and
hard?  I wanted you to come."
     
     "Wow, hard ain't half of it.  That's why I love it with
you.  I don't think guys even know how to make you come like
that.  Too busy pumping, know what I mean?"
     
     "I could lick your beautiful pussy for hours," Laura
murmured dreamily, kissing her face everywhere.
     
     "You know, that sweater of yours is kind of prickly
against my skin.  I can't believe you did that to me while
you still had it on."
     
     Chairse gave her the pixie-grin, crinkled nose and all,
though it was hard to see in the darkness, except for her
marvelous white teeth.
     
     Laura had forgotten that she was only half-undressed.
She pulled the sweater up over her head and dropped it over
the backrests into the front seats.  Her bra came apart in
front, and Charise was already undoing the clasp while Laura
was still shaking loose her hair..
     
     "I'm going to get me a mouthful of pretty white
titties," she said, filling her hands with Laura's naked
breasts, her slender black fingers snaking over the pale
globes.
     
     Laura could hardly believe the exquisite pleasure she
felt as Charise's tongue found one of her nipples.  Though
she had been a clumsy lover at first, after Jane and Laura
had initiated her into the wicked pleasures of girl-girl
fucking, with Laura she had relaxed and learned, and now she
was a positive artist.  Laura always marveled again to
realize how much Charise loved her, Laura's, body,
apparently almost as much as Laura loved her darling Inky's
thrilling, very black masterpiece of a young body.
     
     Charise really did adore Laura's small, upswept
breasts, and even though the two of them were half-scrunched
up under a blanket in the back seat of Laura's car, she held
them as if they were precious treasures in her hands and
patiently, skillfully licked Laura's tingling nipples with
her tongue until Laura was trembling and panting quickly.
     
     "Hate it being so dark," she said to Laura.  "I can't
see them.  They are really beautiful, and I want to see
them.  We should have brought a flashlight or something."
     
     "Oh!  Oh god, honey, it feels so good!" Laura
whimpered.
     
     Charise smiled up at her, now sucking Laura's nipples
slowly, agonizingly slowly, first one, then the other, then
returning to the first one, licking them, sucking them,
teasing them.
     
     "Laura . . . I think you gonna come pretty fast too,"
she whispered.
     
     At that moment they both heard a tap on the glass of
the car window behind them.  Laura's head whipped around.
The window was at her back, but Charise could see it merely
by moving her head to the side of Laura's body.   Both of
them saw Daryl's little face staring at them.
     
     "Oh shit," Charise said.
     
     Laura felt momentarily paralyzed by shock and shame.
She realized her naked back was to the boy and somehow
slumped down quickly, as if she could bury herself in the
blanket.  This propelled her body further onto Charise's,
who was still scrunched back into the corner of the seat.
Charise struggled to slip to the side of her.
     
     "I gotta get out for a minute," she said under her
breath, disgusted.  "Stay here, I'll be back.  What you
want, Daryl?" she snapped at him.
     
     "Careful," Laura warned softly.  "He doesn't know
anything.  Does he?"
     
     Charise shook her head.
     
     "Popcorn," Daryl's high-pitched voice came through the
window.  "What you guys doing out here?"
     
     "We talking.  None of your business.  Now go inside and
I'll be right there."
     
     But Daryl did not seem inclined to leave.  He gawked,
instead, though there was less to see now that Laura had
pulled the blanket more successfully over her naked body.
He's looking at my body, the little devil, she thought.
He's bound to figure something out.  What if he tells
Charise's mother that she and I were out here in the garage,
and I was naked?
     
     "Get the fuck out of here, Daryl!" Charise snarled now,
more forcefully.  "I told you, I'll be there in a second.
No go on.  Scat.  Leave!"
     
     Laura watched in silence.  Her blood was still pumping
fast, though not from sexual arousal now but danger.  She
watched Daryl reluctantly turn and go back into the kitchen,
leaving the door slightly ajar so that a thin stream of
light poured into the garage.  Meanwhile, Charise was
frantically pulling on her clothes again.
     
     "Be right back," she whispered to Laura, suddenly
breaking into a piercing smile that shot right to Laura's
heart.  "Sorry about this.  Keep those pretty titties warm
for me.  I ain't finished."
     
     Laura touched her arm.  "Kiss me," she said,
impetuously.
     
     They were both suckers for romance, and they also knew
that since Daryl had disappeared back into the house, it was
temporarily safe.  Charise beamed and leaned close.  They
kissed with thrilling tenderness.  Charise again cupped one
of Laura's naked breasts in her hand and squeezed it.
     
     "You just sit here and get ready for me," she warned in
a whisper.  "I'll make `em some popcorn and shut `em up."
     
     While she waited, huddled under the blanket, feeling
very alone and wicked, Laura had a chance to reflect on how
she was endangering Charise.  All because of my selfish
desire to enjoy her, to engulf her with love, to fuck her
beautiful young body and kiss her incredible smooth skin and
marvel at her sweet nature and feel her come in my arms.
Charise, they both knew, was probably pregnant.  She was
certainly underage.  Laura already knew from Kendra's
reaction-or realistically, any mother's-how Charise's mother
would feel to know her daughter was fucking frequently with
a white lesbian.  Or any lesbian.  Purple probably wouldn't
matter, Laura thought.
     
     Sitting there in the darkness-Charise had closed the
door tight on re-entering the kitchen-she could also feel a
tight pinch of guilt at the thought of Dawn.  She had felt
it earlier in the day at Target too, when she had been
groping poor Charise in the changing room.  Surely she's not
thinking of me when she's letting Robert screw her, Laura
thought.  Or is she?  I mean, if she could see me now,
crouching guiltily in the back seat of my own car and
waiting for a teenager to come back so we can continue
fucking . . . oh god, she'd probably just give up on me for
sure!
     
     She had ten minutes or so of these gloomy, morbid, self-
lacerating thoughts before Charise returned.  Charise did it
so silently, and Laura was so abstracted by her guilt and
self-accusation, that it was a surprise when the car door
opened again and Charise slipped inside.
     
     "I made them two bowls of popcorn," she grinned.  "And
now I'm gonna rape you for sure."
     
     "Oh god," Laura gasped, pulling Charise down on her and
kissing her savagely.  "Rape away, then.  I nearly died
while you were gone, I missed you so much."
     
     Charise giggled.  "I know you just saying that, but it
makes me feel good anyway."
     
     Again, she filled her hands with Laura's naked breasts,
kissing Laura's neck, her throat, her upper chest.
     
     "Aren't you going to get undressed again?"
     
     Charise stopped and looked up, her black eyes wide and
shiny pools that Laura fell into immediately.  Her
vulnerability was so obvious that Laura, though becoming
quickly aroused sexually again, almost cried.
     
     "They might come back," Charise said.  "I mean, I made
`em some popcorn, but he saw you naked."
     
     "Did he say anything?"
     
     Charise nodded.  "He said, `Why was she naked if you
just talking?'"
     
     Laura, who was now scrunched up in one corner of the
back seat as Charise had formerly been, shrank back into it
further, pulling Charise down with her and casting the
blanket entirely over them, head and all.
     
     "God, I hate this," she murmured.  "We should be
together in my big bed, just kissing and loving and
forgetting everything else.  I hate having to sneak around
like this."
     
     Charise took it the wrong way.  "You don't hate me, do
you?  I can't help it.  I have to stay with them.  I can't
leave."
     
     "Oh, of course I don't hate you, you little angel,"
Laura hurriedly said, meaning every word, punctuating them
with fervent, passionate kisses.  "I love you.  I want you.
I want to feel your naked body against mine.  I want to feel
your hot pussy rubbing against mine."
     
     "Ooohhhh, I'd like that," Charise murmured back.  "But
I don't think we can do it this time.  I'd like to feel your
big old dick in me again too."
     
     Laura was getting worked up into a hot lather of lust
by all this sweet talk.  She instantly recalled the last
time they had done it, when Laura had fucked Charise hard
with the huge double dildo, fucked them both, really, and
Charise had hoped that the treatment would put an end to her
fears of pregnancy altogether.  It hadn't worked out that
way, apparently, but they had still nearly perished of
ecstasy in one another's arms.
     
     "Next time," Laura whispered, "I'm going to do
everything to you at once, and you're going to come so hard
you never imagined it could be that good."
     
     Charise's eyes glistened in the half-light, and her
white, even teeth gleamed.  "Maybe I can get away after
school later this week."
     
     Laura nodded.  She was about ready to come just from
gazing into Charise's eyes.  Why is it she moves me so? she
wondered.  This enchanting girl . . . so young.
     
     The enchanting girl quickly slid down between Laura's
thighs.  Laura knew that, under the circumstances, Charise
wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.  Both
of them felt guilty, rushed, anxious, and wildly aroused at
the same time by the danger.  They wanted it to be
different, but they also were acutely excited by the
situation, and on top of that, Laura was wound as tight as a
top and ready to explode.
     
     Charise knew it.  "You gonna come now, Laura," she
murmured, kissing Laura's inner thighs with her sensual
lips, parting Laura's slick cunt lips with her thumbs.
     
     "I know," Laura gasped.  "Oh god . . . darling . . .
Inky . . . unhhhh!"
     
     "You gonna come quick."
     
     "I . . . know.  Ungghh!  Yes!"
     
     "Better bite the blanket, baby," Charise grinned up at
her in the dark.  "Bite it hard.  Here it comes."
     
     It had taken only a few brief seconds of feeling
Charise's caresses for Laura to get back to the state of
complete sexual hunger she had been feeling just before
Daryl had shown up.  Quickly, as Charise's tongue began to
probe and lick her runny pussy, she realized that the whole
world, including Charise's mother, could show up now outside
the car window and it wouldn't matter.  But her eyes
fluttered open long enough to check that the blanket was
still half-draped over them.
     
     In fact, Charise was completely under it, tonguing and
sucking Laura's pussy in a growing frenzy of passion, now
fucking Laura with two fingers, too.  Laura bit her lower
lip and gently undulated her hips, raising her pussy into
Charise's face, groaning softly as the overpowering
sensations flooded her body.  Oh god, it's pure heaven! she
thought.  Charise, I love you!  (I'm sorry, Dawn!  I love
you too but-)
     
     Her thoughts were interrupted in mid-flight by a sharp
jolt of coming.
     
     "Oouungghhmmpphhhh!" she groaned abruptly, shocked by
the force of this spasm that suddenly gripped her whole
body.
     
     Charise, between Laura's thighs and hidden under the
blanket, made some kind of muffled, happy growl of lust, and
sucked Laura's clit entirely into her mouth as Laura then
dissolved into a long series of orgasmic waves.
     
     "Auunnngg-" she started to cry out, then quickly
regained her wits and grabbed the edge of the blanket,
biting into as it Charise had warned her to do.
"Mmmnnggghhmmnngghh!  Unnnggmmmhhgggghh!" she groaned into
it, her pelvis jerking and bouncing up off the car seat,
quivering and quaking as each diminishing spasm struck her,
until finally they died away.
     
     For a couple of minutes she could hear nothing but her
own panting and Charise's soft, sensual cooing as the girl
slid up to kiss her breasts again, then her mouth as Laura's
breathing gradually returned to normal.  It was very dark,
very intimate, very sweet here in the back seat under the
blanket as they kissed lovingly following this very bizarre
sexual encounter.  Laura realized that they both would have
rather been in Laura's bed, naked together, but that the
intensity and danger and sweet impetuosity of this moment
was irreplaceable.
     
     "I love you, darling," Laura whispered against her lips
while they were still kissing.
     
     Charise pulled back and cocked her head, giving Laura
another pixie smile.  Her fetching flat nose crinkled
between her eyes.
     
     "You just like it when I lick your pussy like that,"
she teased Laura.
     
     "I do," Laura nodded.
     
     Charise nestled down with her in the corner of the car
seat.  Laura pulled the blanket up over them again, then ran
her hand up under Charise's jersey.  She had not put on her
bra again when she went into the house, so her breasts were
still loose and naked, and Laura found them quickly with her
hand.
     
     "That feels pretty good, Laura.  I think you better
stop.  You'll be making me want more."
     
     "I do want more.  Don't you?" Laura purred, kissing her
smooth black neck.
     
     Charise nodded.  "Ain't we pushed our luck far enough
already?"
     
     Laura smiled ruefully.  "I guess you're right."
     
     Still, they did not move.  It was as if they preferred
to honor their mutual impulse to do it again by at least
lingering over the idea for a few more minutes, though both
were realistic enough to know it was impossible.  Finally,
Charise sat up and began to gather Laura's clothes, handing
them to her one by one.
     
     "Aren't you going to put on your bra?" Laura asked her.
"Those little boys are going to see those big, beautiful
boobs swaying under your shirt."
     
     Charise giggled.  "Quit it.  You making me blush."  She
reached down to the floor and picked up her bra.  "You
really think they're beautiful?"
     
     "Here, I'll help you.  Just get your arms out of the
sleeves.  Turn your back.  Of course I think they're
beautiful.  I dream of your boobs.  Movie stars would die to
have boobs like these."
     
     She fastened the clasp, and Charise put her arms back
in the sleeves, then pulled the jersey down.  They were
finally dressed.  Laura patted her hair down.
     
     Charise frowned.  "Better comb it.  You look like you
been fucking."
     
     This made Laura nearly burst with laughter, which she
had to choke back.  "Okay."
     
     In another two minutes they were both respectable
again.  Laura helped her fold the blanket.  As they got out
of the car, she asked Charise,
     
     "What did you tell your little brother we were talking
about?" she asked.
     
     "I told him you were showing me where your cat
scratched you on the tummy," Charise grinned over her
shoulder at Laura.
     
     "And did he buy it?"
     
     "Of course he bought it.  He don't know nothing about
the nasty things we do."
     
     "Mmmm, it wasn't nasty to me.  It was heaven."
     
     Before Charise re-opened the door into the kitchen, she
and Laura kissed once more in the dark.  Laura got her
tongue into the girl's warm, wet mouth.  "I had fun," she
whispered.
     
     Charise's black eyes glistened happily again.  "It was
heaven to me, too, Laura" she whispered back.  "No kidding."
     
     
     
     
     
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