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     Chapter 246
     
     
     
     After the guilty pleasures of fucking secretively with
Charise in the back seat of Laura's car, while Charise's
younger brothers were inside the house playing Nintendo,
Laura found herself wondering how she could be such a
disgusting crud and female lecher.  Child molester, she told
herself.  The girl is sixteen.  And pregnant.  Sure she's
enchanting, and wildly sexy.  And has a delicious body.
     
     You're an adult, and you're supposed to have self-
control.
     
     Since this was unanswerable, but since she still could
not stop the warm glow throughout her body and the specific
tingling deep inside her pussy when she recalled their
stolen moments together, she spent a few days alternating
between gloomy depression and happy exhilaration.  There was
also a little guilt mixed in because of her feelings about
Dawn, whom she could not avoid feeling she had betrayed.  As
if to dwell on it further, to punish herself, she called up
Dawn's earlier message on her voice mail, which she had
saved just to listen to it whenever she needed to hear
Dawn's voice.
     
     Hearing Dawn's voice did the trick, and the fresh guilt
came flooding in.  To stanch the flow, she quickly skipped
to the next stored message, which happened to be Ada's.  She
didn't even know why she had saved it other than it was a
link, the only link now, to their very exciting moments
together.
     
     "Hiiiiii, Laura.  I know it's not fair for me to call
you after I ran out on you like that.  I hope you've
forgiven me by now . . . I just got out of the shower.  I
couldn't help remembering . . ."  Then she began to cry
softly.  "I . . . oh never mind . . . I shouldn't have
called.  I . . . wish I could erase this."  Then she had
hung up.
     
     Laura had not heard from her since.  Now, listening to
this message again, she was almost overcome by heart pangs
of an entirely different sort.  She didn't know exactly how
to explain them.  Her feelings for Ada were not the kind of
love she felt for either Dawn or Charise, but they were very
intense nonetheless.  Ada had not been able to truly enjoy
sex until Laura had shown her how, and then she had been so
scared and so troubled by her own feelings for Laura-so
deep, so exciting, so unexpected, and so contrary to her
strict religious upbringing-that she had seen no alternative
but to quit her job and flee back to Texas.
     
     The shock of loss had been great for Laura, but she
realized that it not been as great as Ada's own realization
that she could really do this wicked thing over and over
with Laura and fiercely enjoy it.  It had embarrassed her
deeply to fall so hard and so quickly for Laura, and
apparently just because Laura had given her complete,
continuing affection and attention, as well as orgasms that
had no equal in her life to that point.  It had not helped
that she was also Laura's boss at the time.
     
     Laura turned it all over in her mind, recalling the
haunted, dismayed sense of loss in Ada's voice on the phone
message, which reminded her so much of the few times she had
seen Ada staring out the windows of her office, looking
completely forlorn and lonely.  It was part of Ada's appeal
to Laura, this guarded vulnerability which, when coupled
with the brassy, twangy Texas foghorn voice she also had,
most noticeable when she was excited or impassioned about
something, made her a marvelous mixture of the sublime and
the horrible.  Laura exulted when making love to her, only
to live in constant fear that the fiendishly awful voice
would erupt at any second to destroy her bliss.
     
     She found herself missing Ada very much, and she
realized she had not even been thinking of the woman's
spectacular, voluptuous body, her love goddess body, as
Kendra would no doubt have called it.  I'll bet there's a
lot of disappointed fellas who tried to bag that preacher's
daughter, Laura thought, feeling a warm tingle in her own
groin as she recalled the wild orgasms she herself had
shared with Ada.
     
     But there was nothing to do but try to keep her mind
off it.  She spent some time in the next week with Randi,
with Shavon (now unmarried and so much more available),
still longing for Dawn, and brooding about Charise.  One
evening as she returned from work and stopped to check her
mailbox in the lobby, she was surprised to find, just
closing and locking the mailbox a few spaces down from her
own . . . Shontay Something.
     
     They both recognized one another at once.  It had been
over a week since Shontay had caught Laura inadvertently
staring at her, and Laura had taken pains since then to
avoid any place where they might meet.  And so, at this
moment, it was very difficult for her to suppress a wildly
embarrassing blush.
     
     "Say, don't you work at Transkaryotic, down at 333
Market?" Shontay asked.  She snapped her fingers, trying to
remember.  "Laura . . . Laura something, isn't it?"
     
     Laura broke into a grin.  "Well, at least we have the
same name.  Laura.  Laura Robbins."  She extended her hand.
"I always think of you as `Shontay Something'."
     
     Shontay smiled.  She was, for the moment at least, not
nearly as icy and aloof as she often appeared at work.
"Shontay Gibson."
     
     She shook Laura's hand.  Laura looked down at Shontay's
graceful, beautifully-shaped hand.  Shontay was not dark
like Dawn or Charise (or even as dark as Ada, over whom
Laura had now been mooning for days) but more a rich caramel
color, and her long fingers clasping Laura's hand were
tapered and sinuous.
     
     "Are you living here now?" Laura asked, now opening her
own mailbox.  "I mean, I've lived here for a while and never
seen you before."
     
     "Oh no," Shontay laughed and shook her head.
"Apartment sitting.  My parents live here.  Ninth floor."
     
     Laura's eyes widened.  She had never felt so stupid.
Of course.  Gibson.  "You're the Gibsons' daughter?  They're
in the apartment right above mine."
     
     As soon as she said it, she wondered if she should
have.  Since Kendra and Jane had moved out and the Gibsons
in, she had tried to be on her best behavior about making
uncontrollable rutting noises with her girlfriends.  But she
knew she and Jane and probably a few others had let their
guard fall a few times, and she had never known, of course,
if anyone had been home in the Gibsons' apartment during
those outbursts.  For all she knew, they had told their
daughter that a lesbian lived downstairs who was always
screaming away in loud ecstasy with her various lovers.
     
     She peered through the huge lenses of the oversized
glasses that Shontay always wore, trying to see if there was
some spark of recognition there.  Oh, the noisy lesbian!
Something like that.  But she saw nothing but Shontay's
light brown eyes, so pale brown that they looked almost
green, very beautiful and in a way electric and alluring,
though somewhat obscured by the glossy reflections glancing
off the large lenses.
     
     "What a coincidence," Shontay said, Laura thought
somewhat uneasily.
     
     Now Laura had collected her mail, and they walked
slowly together toward the elevators.  Though she had always
found Shontay vaguely attractive, in spite of her painful
thinness and her apparently very cold nature, Laura was
relieved to find that she was not urgently drawn to the girl
in any way and could leave well enough alone.  Not such a
good thing to be making a pass at your neighbor's daughter,
she told herself.  After all, you already did that once,
with Jane.  It so happens they lived in the same apartment.
We will make sure history doesn't repeat itself this time.
     
     Shontay of course helped matters by being almost wholly
asexual.  Today she was wearing her loose-hanging (because
of her tall, bony frame) light brown business suit, in
contrast to the identical black one she wore on alternate
days.  Once Laura had glimpsed her in an ivory-colored one,
exactly the same.  She seemed to have found one sexless
garment and then cloned it in different drab colors until
her closet was full.
     
     Under the suit she wore a conservative white silk
blouse, and around her throat a string of pearls.  She had a
long, exquisite neck.  Actually, she looked elegant in a
`corporate' way.  Today the pony tail she often wore, which
seemed to soften her features and her aloofness a little,
was absent, tucked up behind her head in a bun.  Laura,
incorrigible as ever, managed to sneak a peak at her cute
little butt as they entered the elevator together and found
it as wonderful as she remembered, high, jutting.  She
could, however, only imagine what it must really look like
under the limp swaths of cloth that hid it.
     
     Elevators made everyone uncomfortable, Laura knew.
Shontay broke the silence, almost perfunctorily, gazing
abstractedly up at the ceiling as she spoke.
     
     "My mother has this cat.  She's afraid it will be
lonely.  They're down in Mazatlan, at a conference and
vacation add-on.  So . . . I'm taking care of Willie, that's
the cat.  And staying there for a few days."
     
     Laura was so glad, as the elevator reached the eighth
floor, that she didn't feel a desperate urge to get into
Shontay's pants.  She's okay, but gosh is she skinny, she
thought.  She smiled at Shontay.
     
     "Well, if I can be of any help, just let me know.  I'll
be right downstairs.  You can even stamp on the floor to get
my attention."
     
     Shontay gave her a genuinely friendly grin, so friendly
that Laura realized she herself must have been exaggerating
the incident where she had thought Shontay had caught her
staring.  Maybe it had not even been noticed.
     
     "I will.  Take care."
     
     Laura smiled as the elevator doors slid shut.
     
     In her apartment, she promptly forgot about Shontay,
feeling for once very proud of this demonstration of her
self-mastery.  Instead, she fell to thinking about Ada
again, and Dawn.  There was certainly enough emotional
turmoil in her sex life to keep her occupied, and she didn't
need to go falling again for that melt-the-ice-cube
challenge she had already gone through with Deshona.  She
had not seen Deshona either for months now, and that brought
her a fresh set of pains.
     
     Reading her mail, drinking a glass of wine, watching a
little of the news on TV, she lost track of time.  When her
phone rang, she reached for it distractedly.
     
     "Is this Laura . . . Laura Robbins?"
     
     She recognized Shontay's voice.  "Yes.  Shontay?"
     
     "I didn't know how to spell your name.  Whether it had
one `b' or two."
     
     "Yes, it's me.  Is something wrong?"
     
     "Oh no.  I was just . . . fixing something to eat.  The
idea of eating it all alone . . . or just with Willie . . .
didn't seem too hot.  I wondered if you wanted to come up
and eat dinner here.  You know, it's kind of lonely in this
big old apartment."
     
     Laura felt a tiny acceleration of the pulse in her
neck.  She had done her best not to think about Shontay in a
sexual way, which was not hard since Shontay wasn't very
attractive.  Too skinny and remote.  But now she could
easily recognize a hot, feathery little excitement in her
body that meant her interest was awakening.  Could she turn
the invitation down?
     
     "I . . . haven't eaten yet.  I guess I could," she
heard herself saying.
     
     "Good," Shontay sounded relieved.  "I'll see you in a
few seconds."
     
     "Are we `dressing' for dinner?" Laura joked, suddenly
wondering if that sounded too risqu,.
     
     "Wear what you've got on. Willie won't care, and I
won't notice."
     
     "Be right there."
     
     Laura went to the mirror and combed her hair and washed
her face, so that she would appear more fresh and vibrant,
feeling a little end-of-day fatigue.  She blinked and
scrutinized her eyes.  Do I look like a sexual predator? she
wondered.  Well, I won't be.  This is just a friendly
dinner.
     
     She tried on several causal smiles, then, dissatisfied
with any of them, resolved to be warm, relaxed, and . . .
what?  Neighborly.  At the last minute, before going out the
door, she decided to bring along a bottle of wine.
     
     Upstairs Shontay met her at the door, holding Willie in
her arms.  Willie was a white Persian, with startling pale
blue eyes.  She had changed out of the severe business suit
and was now wearing black jeans and a faded red sweatshirt.
She had removed the pearl necklace from her exquisite neck,
too.  Most noticeable to Laura, however, was the fact that
Shontay's hair, always so primly combed and pulled back
tightly, was now loose around her face, falling nearly to
her shoulders.
     
     Laura held out the wine.  "My little contribution."
     
     Shontay smiled, closing the door behind them.  "Let's
go see if we can find a corkscrew.  My Mom and Dad don't
drink."  She raised her eyebrows sarcastically.  "Their only
vice is overwork."
     
     They could not find one, and Laura had to go back
downstairs to get one of hers.  When she returned, they
shared a glass of wine at sat by the window.  The view was
identical to Laura's but somehow seemed fresh, since the
furniture was different, and she suddenly felt herself being
attracted to Shontay in a way that she had not been before.
She felt it even more so when Shontay removed her glasses,
placing huge frames and lenses on a nearby lamp table and
revealing a face that now seemed smaller, more proportional
to the rest of her body, and very lovely, though still in a
cold, remote way.
     
     But now Laura could see her eyes better.  They were
light brown, almost green, and made her stare somehow
electric and unusual.
     
     "Why are you looking at me that way?" she asked Laura.
     
     "Your eyes, I guess.  I . . . don't think I noticed
them, really, until you took off your glasses.  They're
stunning."
     
     Shontay looked annoyed.  "You think so?  Maybe that's
why I wear the glasses all the time."
     
     "You don't like having beautiful eyes?"
     
     Shontay gave her a curt smile.  "They're odd.  That's
all.  Big deal.  How long have you been working at
Transkaryotic?"
     
     "About five years now."
     
     "How can you stand it?"
     
     Laura was mildly startled.  Shontay was a newcomer to
the company, but-as gossips had nastily asserted-she was
only about twenty-five and had been hired in as a Director.
It had taken Laura over four years to be made Director.
Shontay was smart, attractive, aggressive, completely in
charge, and could look forward to a very rewarding career.
     
     She saw Laura's puzzlement.
     
     "I mean, there's so much politics . . . so much devious
political maneuvering.  Don't you find it suffocating?"
     
     This was always dangerous territory, talking with
someone you barely knew about job politics.
     
     "Oh, I guess I just wiggle my way through the sharks
with a little smile that says `Don't eat me, please'," Laura
laughed uncomfortably.
     
     "Do you mind if I smoke?" Shontay asked abruptly.  "I
mean, I'm not supposed to in their place, but if I air it
out before they get back, maybe they won't know."

     Laura smiled.  "I don't mind.  It's your neck, not
mine.  Your parents too."
     
     Shontay crossed the room to her purse and took out a
pack of cigarettes.  Laura could not help letting her eyes
linger on the girl's long legs and pretty ass, so much more
apparent now that she was wearing jeans that fit her more
tightly than the limp business suit pants had.  Again she
marveled at how tall Shontay was.  She was skinny-shanked,
long, and lithe, but her curvaceous little rump stuck out
when she walked.
     
     After a brief trip to the kitchen for a saucer to use
as an ashtray, Shontay returned and lit a cigarette with a
brief, brusque, almost angry flourish.  She was very angular
and intense, Laura noticed.  In fact, Laura had noticed it
before, though only from a distance, and it had been one of
the things that put her off.  Now it only made her
uncomfortable and wary.
     
     "They hate it that I smoke," Shontay said, exhaling two
long streams of smoke from her nostrils.  "Anyway, I've only
been there a few months, but I could sure tell you some of
the sharks to avoid.  Like that imperious bitch Rhonda
Reardon for one."  She looked at Laura for a reaction.
"Maybe I shouldn't say anything," she said, looking away,
taking a deep drag.  "You and she are probably friends."
     
     Laura was amused.  "Did you have a little run-in with
dear Rhonda?"
     
     "What a cunt!  Excuse me, I did it again."
     
     "She and I are hardly friends," Laura said, delighted
to have a way to ingratiate herself at Rhonda's expense.
"She is a little hard to take sometimes."
     
     If you only knew, darling Shontay, how she probably
goes home at night and just dreams of pushing her face up
between your long, skinny thighs.
     
     Shontay scowled.  It was clear that just the thought of
Rhonda about ruined her evening.  That's fine, Laura
thought, since I feel the same way.  Let's change the
subject.
     
     They talked for a while about other things, but Shontay
continued to be tense and sharp and her conversation full of
treacherous angles that Laura preferred to avoid.  After one
glass of wine, they went to the kitchen, where Laura helped
her make a salad.  It was a small kitchen, identical to
Laura's downstairs, and Laura was used to maneuvering around
in it, but Shontay was not.  While Laura was leaning down to
replace something in the refrigerator, Shontay passed behind
her, and when Laura stood, they collided.
     
     "Oh shit!" Shontay said, dropping the knife she had
been holding.  "Look out!"
     
     The tip of the knife grazed the knee of Laura's pants
but did not cut through the cloth.  The knife clattered to
the floor.  They both watched it, and when they looked up
found themselves staring into each other's eyes, their faces
very close, Shontay's hand on Laura's shoulder, and Laura's
on Shontay's hip.  For a moment it was as if they were
caught in a freeze-frame, not moving, not breathing.
     
     "Did it get you?"   Shontay murmured the question.
     
     "No," Laura murmured back.
     
     Their eyes were locked.  This girl is lovely, Laura
found herself thinking, enchanted by the unusual soft
billowing of hair around Shontay's face.  She let her eyes
drop to Shontay's mouth, which she purposely had not
examined closely until now.  Shontay's lips were full and
curved and sensual.  I want to kiss them, Laura thought.
     
     She looked back up into Shontay's mysterious pale brown
eyes, hoping to see a warning there.  You'd better not try
it, something like that.  But Shontay seemed paralyzed too.
     
     Usually Laura had good self-control, but now she was
unable to stop herself from leaning her head just a few
inches more forward, tilting her face up-since Shontay was a
good two inches taller than she-until her own lips brushed
Shontay's.  She moved her mouth slowly back and forth,
letting their lips brush but not actually kissing the girl.
Shontay did not move.  Then she said,
     
     "What are you doing?"
     
     She did not raise her voice, but her stare did not
flinch either.  Laura stared back, trying to equal the
steely force in Shontay's mesmerizing eyes.  But it was very
hard to control her anxiety at having made a huge mistake.
     
     "I . . . don't know," she said, her outward calm
concealing a wild turbulence inside.  She pulled her head
back.  "I just . . . wanted to.  Something about you just
made me want to."
     
     Shontay had not smiled throughout the encounter.  She
still did not smile.  Her face was cold and suspicious.
Finally, she seemed to relax a little, dropping her
shoulders, which neither of them had realized were elevated
until she lowered them.  Laura realized that she too was
tense and tried to relax.
     
     Shontay bent down to pick up the knife.  "So . . . you
like girls?"
     
     Laura's eyes were on the knife.  Shontay saw her
looking at it.  A large, uncontrollable grin spread over her
face.
     
     She lay the knife down on the butcher block table next
to them.  "Don't worry," she half-laughed, "it's safe to
tell me.  Nothing worth killing over."
     
     Laura played nervously with her fingers, smiling back
now.  "I'm sorry.  I apologize.  Something about the moment
. . . I was looking into those wonderful eyes of yours . . .
and we were so close . . . I could smell your perfume . . .
I just gave in to the impulse."
     
     A flicker of amusement and pleasure now began to dance
in Shontay's eyes.  She, like anyone, enjoyed being praised,
enjoyed the thought that something about her had been
irresistible to Laura.  But she felt the need to taunt Laura
further.
     
     "You didn't answer my question."
     
     Laura could see the steel flashing again.  "Now I see
why they made you a director when you were hired."
     
     "Well, it wasn't any affirmative action bullshit, if
that's what you're implying," Shontay snapped.
     
     Laura was floored.  "I wasn't implying anything.  I
think you're very . . . self-possessed."
     
     She turned and walked out of the kitchen.  You and
Rhonda would be a good match, she thought, trying to get
control of her feelings.  Two of a kind.
     
     Momentarily, but not immediately, Shontay followed her.
She seemed conciliatory.  Laura was gazing out the window at
the view, the same one she could see from her own apartment.
She acted as if she were alone when Shontay joined her
there.
     
     They both looked at the view, silently.  They could
hear one another's breathing.
     
     "You don't have to answer it," Shontay finally said,
softly.
     
     Laura turned to her.  "I . . . just wanted to do it,"
she repeated.  "I couldn't help it.  I can go now, if you
like."
     
     Shontay looked down, embarrassed, and Laura suddenly
realized that the girl had been excited by the brushing of
their lips, and she didn't want Laura to go but didn't know
how to say otherwise.
     
     "I . . . I can't eat all that salad myself," she half-
whispered.  "It'll just get rotten.  Willie doesn't eat
salad."  She grinned.
     
     Suddenly, and for the first time, Laura felt an
overpowering lust for Shontay, a true, hot, physical craving
for her body, painfully skinny though it might be.  She
wanted to enfold the girl, and break through the ice shield
into the quivering vulnerability inside.  If I stay, Laura
thought, I won't be able to ignore this feeling.  Better to
let it all out at once, better to risk it now than later.
     
     "I want to do that again.  What we did in the kitchen,"
she said softly, boldly, letting her eyes dive deep into
Shontay's pale brown miracles.
     
     Shontay shook her head every so slightly.  "I don't
think so."
     
     "Why not?"
     
     Now Shontay's embarrassed look became even more acute.
She realized it and turned away from Laura, even moving a
few steps back from the window.
     
     "I just . . . don't go for it is all.  I just don't do
that.  With men either.  It's just not my thing."
     
     Laura pursued her.  She felt that she had no choice,
and she moved a few more steps toward Shontay.  Finally she
was as close to her as they had been by the window.  Laura
reached out and caressed her smooth light brown cheek.
     
     "Your skin is so smooth," she whispered.
     
     She let her finger move around to Shontay's mouth,
turning it so that the knuckle slid tenderly across the
girl's sensual lips.  Shontay seemed hypnotized by this
tenderness, which was exactly Laura's intent.  She could
almost feel the yearning inside the girl, fighting to get
out of the ice cage that entrapped it.
     
     Abruptly, Shontay turned her head away, then turned her
whole body and walked away without a word, returning to the
kitchen.  Laura did not follow her.  She needs to be alone
with those feelings for a minute, she reasoned.  Whatever
they are.  Laura found Willie and began stroking him, making
friends.  Willie purred like a love-starved tractor and
rubbed the side of his head violently against Laura's hand.
     
     After a few minutes had passed, she went into the
kitchen.  It was remarkable how not talking, not facing one
another for a brief interval could alter the mood again.
Shontay was brisk and indifferent, as if Laura had never
brushed her lips with her own.  Laura fell right into the
mood and picked up the salad bowl, moving it to the small
dining table on the other side of the counter top.
     
     "Another glass of wine?" she asked.
     
     Shontay smiled.  It was a very different smile from any
she had given Laura before, somehow more intimate, warmer.
We kissed, Laura thought.  It was only a little brush of the
lips, but she knows we kissed.  That's what she's smiling
about.
     
     She poured each of them another glass of wine.  Shontay
had still not moved from the kitchen toward the table.
Laura waited.  Shontay turned and looked at her.
     
     "You really want to do that again?" she asked, so
softly that Laura almost could not hear her.
     
     Laura's heart fluttered.  Yes!
     
     She walked calmly around the counter and back into the
kitchen.  "Yes," she whispered, looking dreamily up into the
electrifying pale brown eyes.  "But you're so tall . . .
you'll have to stoop down a little."
     
     "I don't mind that," Shontay whispered back.  "No
touching, though."
     
     "No touching," Laura shook her head.
     
     Their eyes were locked in a pulsing connection as they
brought their faces close, then closer.  Shontay bent her
head down slightly.  Their lips brushed again, as before.
As promised, Laura kept her hands at her sides, letting her
lips express everything she felt.  First she lightly brushed
Shontay's with them as before.
     
     Their eyes were still open, still looking at each
other, though too close to really see anything but skin and
facial contours.  Laura could almost taste Shontay's sweet,
moist breath.   Shontay did little but let Laura's lips
caress hers.  She didn't move or blink.
     
     Laura slowly pressed closer.  She pressed her lips into
Shontay's marvelously sensual mouth, tilting her head to let
them curve naturally into the receptive curvature of
Shontay's own lips, finally feeling a slow awakening, a
responsive movement in Shontay's mouth against hers.  Now
they were really kissing, not flirting with it, and Laura
saw Shontay's eyelids fall, feeling an almost palpable
warmth that had not been there before begin to radiate
between their bodies, which were still separated by about
six inches.
     
     Moved and aroused by this warmth, and by Shontay's
pliant, yielding mouth, Laura barely realized that she had
raised her hand and let her fingertips run very gently
across Shontay's cheek.  But Shontay opened her eyes.
     
     "No touching," she said softly.  "You promised."
     
     Laura dropped her hand.  "You're right.  I did.  I
forgot."
     
     Now they had broken off the kiss and needed to start it
again.  Shontay looked at Laura, unwilling to resume it
herself.  Laura smiled and moved her mouth back into the
position it had occupied when Shontay had spoken, now for
the first time flicking just the tip of her tongue into the
crease formed by Shontay's closed lips.   Surprisingly,
Shontay parted them a little, not enough to let Laura's
tongue slip inside, but enough to encourage her.
     
     Ever patient, her hot blood beginning to surge through
her body, Laura teased Shontay's half-parted lips with the
tip of her tongue, expressively moving her mouth against
them too.  She tried to communicate telepathically with the
girl, beaming her feelings at Shontay, reassuring her,
verbally caressing her too, but silently.  I think you are
so lovely, Shontay . . . so much lovelier than I had thought
. . . so soft and luminous now with your hair down around
your face . . . so afraid of a little warmth and so scared
of your feelings.  I would just love to kiss every bit of
you . . . all of your long, smooth body.  Wouldn't you like
me to do that?  Wouldn't you like me, for example, to kiss
you between your thighs?  Wouldn't you like me to kiss that
pretty little bottom of yours?  Would you let me?  I could
make you feel so good.
     
     This kiss had now gone on quite a while, and Laura
marveled that neither of them grew impatient enough to push
it further, or in Shontay's case, perhaps, to break it off.
She likes it, Laura realized.  She pushed a little harder
with her tongue, trying to get it inside Shontay's mouth.
Almost imperceptibly, Shontay's full lips parted more, then
even more, and soon Laura's tongue was sliding in past her
teeth.
     
     This was a penetration of sorts, and both of them knew
it.  Laura could even feel a faint, very faint shudder in
Shontay as she felt Laura's tongue enter her mouth.  Her own
tongue did not meet Laura's.  Passive and yielding, she did
nothing to stop Laura's probing tongue, though Laura could
feel her breathing accelerate.
     
     After about half a minute, Shontay slowly pulled back,
breaking off the kiss.  She was breathing more heavily, her
eyes slightly glassy.  She gave Laura a tight, nervous
smile.
     
     "I liked that," Laura breathed, smiling back.  "Let's
sit down and do some more of it."
     
     Without nodding or making any other sign of assent,
Shontay walked slowly into the living room, with Laura
following.  They sat down together on the sofa.  Now
Shontay's mysterious pale brown eyes were glowing,
throbbing, dreamy.
     
     Laura raised a tentative hand, as if to caress her
smooth cheek again.  "Still no touching?" she asked.
     
     Shontay shook her head.  "No touching," she croaked
softly, betraying a physical excitement Laura knew she was
trying to conceal.
     
     Laura shrugged and smiled.  "Okay."
     
     As long as I can kiss you, I'll agree not to touch you.
Laura leaned close, but this time before pressing her mouth
into Shontay's, she let her lips skim the side of her cheek,
then slid them down her jaw to her long, brown, swan's neck,
so smooth and flawless.  Laura kissed the delectable smooth
column slowly, with great tenderness, down to the beautiful
curved shallow indentation of Shontay's throat, then back up
under her chin, until her lips again arrived at Shontay's
mouth.
     
     Now when they kissed again, even Shontay was more
excited.  She mingled her half-open lips with Laura's more
ardently than before, letting Laura's tongue inside more
quickly this time, even meeting it with her own.  It became
very hard for Laura to kiss her but not touch her.
     
     "Can I touch you?" she panted softly.
     
     "No," Shontay shook her head.
     
     "Why?"
     
     Laura kissed her neck again, the other side, waiting
for an answer.  Shontay was panting now, too.  But she shook
her head again with determination.
     
     "I gave this up," she responded, after a moment's
pause.  "I mean, you know, sex."
     
     She pulled back to look at Laura.  Her eyes showed her
sexual excitement, but her mouth was now pinched and cold
and grim, the way Laura had often seen it at work.  She
looked exasperated, as if there were no way to get out of
owing Laura an explanation, since they had gone at least
this far.
     
     "I never . . . liked it."  She looked away, out the
window.  "So I quit.  I've been happier since I gave it up."
     
     Laura said nothing.  She didn't know what to say.
Shontay looked back to see Laura's puzzled, sympathetic
expression.
     
     "Never like this, of course.  I never kissed a girl . .
. until you.  But guys, yes.  A few.  I'm so tall . . . a
lot of them won't say `boo' to me.  But I did it . . . with
a few tall guys.  I never . . . really had a climax with any
of them.  And they were jerks.  So I figured, why keep it
up?  I can be fine without it."
     
     She gave Laura a tight smile.
     
     "You never came at all?"
     
     Shontay shook her head.  "By myself . . ."  her voice
trailed off.
     
     "By yourself you can?" Laura asked gently, trying not
to be too pushy.
     
     Shontay nodded.
     
     Laura shrugged.  "I love kissing you," she confessed
softly.  "We don't have to do anything else.  You like it,
don't you?"
     
     Shontay grinned, embarrassed.  She nodded.  "I do."
     
     "Let's do some more."
     
     "Okay."
     
     They had another long, expressive, exploratory kiss.
Shontay allowed herself to get deeper into it this time,
coiling tongues with Laura, kissing back.  While they were
kissing, Laura got an idea.  She didn't spring it on Shontay
immediately, being too overjoyed at this moving kiss, and
Shontay's growing warmth.  But when they stopped, she kissed
Shontay's ear, her earlobe, her neck again, giving her the
excited shivers.
     
     "Ooohhhh . . . you're tickling me," she giggled.
     
     "I have an idea.  If you don't like it, just say so and
we'll drop it."  Laura smiled.  "I'm enjoying this too much
to stop it if you don't like my idea."
     
     "What is it?"
     
     Laura blushed a little even to say it.  Her face
suffused with rosey tinges, but her embarrassment seemed to
charm Shontay, who leaned closer, as if to encourage her.
     
     "Why don't we just lie down together and each do it
ourselves?  And we could kiss . . . we wouldn't have to
touch any more than that.  I'd really like to do it with you
that way.  I mean, it's not really like we're doing it.
Just kissing, you know, while we do it alone."
     
     This was very perverse reasoning, but Laura thought
Shontay might be excited, and titillated, enough to swallow
it.  She might want to go through with it if Laura made it
sound tempting enough.  But Shontay just kept staring at
her, as if in disbelief.
     
     "How about it?" Laura prompted, losing hope quickly.
     
     Shontay shook her head.  "I gave it up," she said
again, softly.  "It's nothing against you.  I . . . even
like you."
     
     She said it as if she could not understand why.  Laura,
in spite of the prohibition, again ran a fingertip along her
cheek to her lips.
     
     "May I keep kissing you?"
     
     Shontay gave her the curt smile again.  "Maybe we'd
better not."
     
     "One last kiss?"
     
     Shontay tilted her head.  Again her pleasure at being
so sexually attractive to Laura was transparently obvious.
She nodded.
     
     This time their kiss, though it began slowly, became
even hotter than the last one.  Shontay was sending Laura
very mixed messages.  Not content to offer her open mouth to
Laura, now she slid her own tongue back into Laura's mouth
too, her lips searching, her tongue probing, her warm
yearning very clear.  It was an agony for Laura not to touch
her as their mouths entangled in a hungry, aggressive kiss,
hungrier by the moment.
     
     Finally, they had to break it off before they
incinerated one another.  Both were half-dazed by the
intensity of it.  Shontay looked at Laura oddly, as she had
before in the kitchen.
     
     "You really want to do that?"
     
     Laura smiled and nodded slowly.  "I think I would come
in only a few seconds if I were kissing you," she whispered,
her eyes smoking with meaning.
     
     "I . . . guess we could try it," Shontay said,
tentatively.
     
     Laura reached out and took her hand.  Somehow it seemed
to her as if they were moving under water as they slowly
rose together from the sofa and walked in slow motion, still
holding hands, toward the bedroom.  Since the floor plan of
this apartment was identical to Laura's own, she could have
found the bedroom in her sleep, and indeed it did seem as if
she and Shontay were sleepwalking as they floated, glided,
and sailed airily down the short hallway.
     
     Only as they went through the doorway did Laura
realize-and she knew Shontay did, too-that they were going
to undergo this potentially marvelous experience in the bed
of Shontay's parents.  The bedroom, so familiar in its
contours, felt at the same time very alien to Laura since it
was furnished in a completely different taste, with golden
draperies and French baroque furniture.
     
     Fortunately, she and Shontay were still at least half-
sunk in the sleepwalking mode, and together they peeled back
the bedspread from the queen-sized bed, then turned on the
small lamps on each bedstand.  It was all so neat and clean
and somehow elegant, and Laura could feel sexual excitement
trembling deep inside her belly as she looked up to see
Shontay's pale brown eyes glimmering and shiny, full of
fascination mingled with a sexual allure that she probably
didn't even know was there.
     
     Laura went around to the other side of the bed and took
her hand again.  She encouraged Shontay to sit down on the
edge of it with her, knowing how uncomfortable she must be,
and knowing that they just couldn't stand there across from
one another in Shontay's mother's bedroom and start
stripping off their clothes.
     
     "Lie back with me here and give me another kiss," she
murmured, gently pulling Shontay down on the bed, face to
face with her.  "No touching," she added, partly as a little
wry joke between them, which, Laura could see from the
twinkle of her eye, Shontay caught.
     
     They kissed, much more seriously now that they were
lying together on a bed, where something definitely would
happen.  When they finally stopped, Shontay for the first
time lifted her own hand to Laura's face and touched Laura's
lips with her fingertip.
     
     "How does it feel to have all that hair?" she asked,
softly.
     
     Laura had begun to unbutton the front of her own shirt,
and she paused, sitting up, shaking her hair self-
consciously.  She remembered how, long ago, Vanessa had
asked her the same question.
     
     "Feels like I'm a lioness," she purred.
     
     "Lionesses don't have manes," Shontay said.  "The males
do."
     
     "Well . . . I'm not one of them," Laura said, finally
undoing the last button.
     
     Her shirt came open, revealing her black lace bra, cut
low on her breasts, a very enticing one.  She had not put it
on specially for this but had worn it to work and just not
removed it yet.  But Shontay's eyes went to it immediately.
     
     "No . . . you're not," she said.
     
     Slowly, realizing this was a bargain, she began to pull
her own faded red sweatshirt up over her head.  Laura
watched her smooth, rich, creamy caramel skin come into
view, her lean stomach and waist, the nicely-defined cambers
of her ribcage as she lifted the sweatshirt over her head
and patted her hair back down.  She wore a simple white bra,
but Laura was delightfully surprised to see that it
contained actual breasts, small but definitely there, round
and bulging.
     
     From looking at Shontay fully-clothed, you would have
to guess that she was flat-chested, but actually she even
had cleavage, and though very thin and a little bony, as
Laura had expected, she was well-formed.  The bones of her
shoulders and her clavicles did not protrude in awkward
angles but were sculptured and fine, and Laura realized
that, though it might be a matter of taste, this thin,
starved-model look was not totally without appeal.  Shontay
in only her bra was very lovely.
     
     She also appeared more vulnerable to Laura than ever.
Gone was the abrupt, sharp sarcasm and dour wit, even the
aloof, remote scorn that was so apparent in her manner at
work, and, even though she had moderated it, in her bearing
when she had met Laura down at the mailboxes in the lobby.
It was hard to be imperious and distant when you were in
your underwear, about to share an intimate physical moment
with someone you had never imagined you would do this with
only an hour ago.
     
     Laura smiled warmly at her.  She unzipped her own jeans
and began to slip out of them.  As if hypnotized and only
following the leader, Shontay began to do the same with her
black jeans.  Laura could not keep her eyes away from
Shontay's long, skinny legs coming into view as the girl
pulled her jeans down.  She saw Laura's eyes on them and
became self-conscious.
     
     "My legs are pretty skinny," she apologized.
     
     They were pretty skinny, Laura had to agree, and
immensely long, but Laura found them very attractive, not
really sticks of bone, as she had anticipated, but thin and
shapely and smooth, with a glowing, almost mahogany sheen
that made her want to press her lips to Shontay's shins, and
her supple calves, and her elongated but satiny thighs.  Oh
god, I want to fuck you more than ever now, Laura thought,
letting her eyes communicate it to Shontay since their eyes
frequently locked and throbbed together.
     
     "I think they're beautiful," Laura murmured.  "If it
weren't for `no touching,' I would kiss them."
     
     "You would?"
     
     "Yes."
     
     Now they both wore only their panties and their bras.
Using both hands, Laura lifted her hair off her back, then
turned it to Shontay.
     
     "You help me . . . then I'll help you."
     
     Shontay obediently unfastened Laura's bra.  Laura slid
the straps off her arms.  She turned back, seeing Shontay's
eyes fall to her naked breasts, then rise again quickly, as
if she were unwilling to let Laura see that she was
interested.
     
     "Now you," Laura prompted softly.
     
     Shontay looked at her, expressionless.  After this
garment was gone, there would be only one more apiece.  Then
they would be naked.  Laura wondered if Shontay were having
misgivings.  On the other hand, when you had gone this far,
it was hard to go back.
     
     A small, ambiguous smile tugged up only one corner of
Shontay's mouth.  Her hair did not fall far enough to
obscure her bra clasp, and so she merely turned her back to
Laura and waited.  It was an enchanting back, which Laura
had not really seen until now.  It was long, incredibly
long, smooth, a rich, warm brown in color.  I could spend a
year just kissing this back, Laura realized as she slowly
unfastened Sontay's bra.  And she won't let me touch it.
     
     Impetuously, she asked, in a soft, sultry murmur,
trying not to seem too seductive.  "Shontay . . . you have
such a beautiful back.  Are you sure I can't just touch it .
. . or kiss it . . . just for a second?"
     
     Shontay grinned back over her shoulder, as if she had
known that once Laura had seen her back it would be endless
love.  Of course, Laura reflected, one rarely knew how
beautiful one's back actually was, if indeed it was.
Instead, Shontay was giving in to a coquettish impulse, of
all things.
     
     "You know the rules," Shontay said, eyes flashing with
mischief.
     
     Laura's face collapsed in disappointment.  Shontay
turned to her, slowly removing her own limp bra now.  A
subtle shift had taken place in her mood.  She seemed
delighted that Laura was so captivated by her body and was
well aware that if Laura liked her legs and her back, she
had a more surprising treat coming.
     
     Shontay's small breasts were exquisite little round
balls of firm flesh, not mere swellings, as Laura had
expected, having slept with Jonelle, who had been surely as
skinny as Shontay when they had first been together.  They
were small enough so that when she wore a silk blouse under
a business suit, her chest appeared completely flat, but
actually they were the size of tea cups, almost perfectly
round, with soft, dark brown nipples the size of quarters, a
slightly deeper shade of caramel from the rest of her lovely
long body.
     
     Laura was overcome by a craving to hold them, to kiss
them, to suck them hungrily and make love to them
painstakingly.  And she knew Shontay could see it.  Her
expression said: I knew you'd like these.  See what I mean?
It always surprises people that I've got these little gems.
     
     "God, they're beautiful," Laura said in a whisper.
     
     Shontay looked down at her own naked breasts, feigning
interest, as if her attention had been called to them for
the first time.  "You think so?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     "I wish I had bigger ones . . . like yours."
     
     Laura could not suppress a giggle.  It was rare that
her breasts were bigger than anybody's.  "Would it be
`touching' if we just . . . sort of, you know . . . pushed
them together for a second?  Just to see what it feels
like?"
     
     Shontay gave her another prim but coquettish smile.  "I
think we better stick to the rules."
     
     But this time Laura could sense that Shontay now had
acknowledged that this was a sort of game, and the outcome
was still uncertain.  Laura was willing to play along.
Again she drew Shontay down beside her, face to face.  They
were still both wearing their panties.
     
     "I want to kiss you again before we go on," she
whispered.
     
     Shontay smiled slowly.  "I want you to know I'm really
enjoying this," she half-breathed, very softly, almost
inaudibly, as if hoping neither one of them would hear it.
     
     "Good.  Me too.  I especially like kissing you.  Your
mouth is . . . so warm, so sweet.  I love it."
     
     Shontay squinted.  "I kind of like yours too."
     
     They kissed, very tenderly now.  Again it was agony for
Laura not to touch her.  Shontay's tongue entered Laura's
mouth this time before Laura had a chance to be first, and
it made Laura's heart flutter all over again.  She realized
that she was very wet and wondered if Shontay was too.  How
could she not be? Laura thought.  God, this is so exciting.
     
     "You know, honey," she panted against Shontay's half-
open lips, "if we don't get on with it, I think I'm going to
come just from this."
     
     Again Shontay was curious.  "Really?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I'm pretty wet.  Aren't you?"
     
     Shontay nodded.  "Yes.  Let's do it."
     
     They disengaged their lips and slowly pulled their
panties down and off.  Their eyes never unlocked, and they
could hear every rustle, every creak of the bed springs,
every soft hiss of their naked skin sliding against the
sheet, as they each slowly skimmed their panties down their
legs and kicked them free of their ankles.  Now they were
completely naked, facing one another side by side on the
bed, their mouths just inches apart.
     
     Laura reached down with one hand to her crotch, parting
her thighs, feeling the moisture in her pubic patch, the
overflow from a wildly aroused cunt, which was throbbing and
pulsing madly.  Not wanting to be too obvious, she tried not
to look directly as Shontay's hand descended too.  Instead,
she pushed her head forward again until her lips met
Shontay's.
     
     "Kiss me . . . Shontay," she breathed.
     
     "Yes," Shontay sighed.
     
     She bit her lower lip, and her eyes rolled up as she
touched herself.  Laura slid two fingers into the warm,
buttery folds of her own pussy, feeling her whole body
stream and glow with fire.  Imperceptibly, almost as if they
were sharing a dream, Laura could feel the whole atmosphere
change as the two of them actually began to masturbate,
slowly at first, but, in Laura's case, quickly accelerating.
She wanted to go slowly, to give things a chance to develop,
but as her tongue intermingled with Shontay's, and their
hot, rapid breath filled the air around their searching
mouths, she found herself rubbing her wet pussy more and
more frantically, unable to stop herself from hurtling
toward a thrilling climax.
     
     "Oh!" she heard her own voice, softly gasping.  "Oh!
Oh . . . yes!"
     
     Shontay's eyes rolled up again.  Laura let her gaze
travel down the girl's long, smooth, light-brown body.  They
stopped at Shontay's beautiful little breasts, the size of
tea cups, jiggling and bouncing slightly now as she swirled
her hand in her crotch, her deep caramel brown nipples
winking out at Laura from behind Shontay's elbow or forearm
as her arm moved.  Oh god, I want her! Laura thought in a
rush of desperate lust.
     
     "Ummmm!  Unnhhh!" Shontay groaned softly.  "Laura . .
."
     
     "Yes . . . yes, honey," Laura panted.  "Oh, it's so
good to do this with you.  Kiss me!"
     
     "Unhhh!  Ohhhh!"

     They writhed and squirmed, only inches from touching,
their mouths moving hungrily together, their tongues dancing
and stabbing more passionately now, their panting quickly
modulating into an uncontrollable mewling as they both
became more and more aroused.  Breaking the rules, but
almost without knowing it, Laura raised her free hand to
Shontay's cheek, brushing back the black filaments of her
soft hair and letting her fingertips graze the perfect,
smooth skin.
     
     "I want you . . . I want you," she panted, kissing
Shontay more aggressively now, unable to hold herself back.
     
     Shontay's pale brown eyes were now streaked by fierce
sexual need, an expression Laura had never seen there
before.  She began to respond to Laura's feverish kissing
more heatedly, opening her mouth wider, pushing her tongue
further into Laura's mouth, whimpering now, writhing and
shaking, moving her own hand faster, as Laura could tell
from the way her elbow jumped and rotated.
     
     "Oh . . . Jesus!" Shontay gasped, her eyelids
fluttering.
     
     "Shontay . . . I want you, I've got to touch you!"
Laura panted.  "You are so beautiful.  Let me touch you . .
. please!"
     
     Shontay's eyes fluttered open, glassy, burning with
sexual fever, telegraphing a message to Laura that all
resistance was fading fast, that she was sinking and would
not try to prevent anything Laura decided to do.  Laura
pressed her advantage quickly, not know how long it would be
until either, or both, of them came.  She pushed her face
into Shontay's long, smooth neck, kissing and sucking it
hungrily, nibbling the lobe of her ear.
     
     "I want to lick your pussy," she whispered hotly,
breathing into Shontay's ear while gently pushing her onto
her back.  "I want your beautiful pussy . . . let me have
your beautiful pussy . . . please . . . please, Shontay."
     
     "Oh Laura . . ."
     
     By now Laura had slipped down to her wonderful little
breasts, so perfectly round and firm, and was licking her
thick caramel nipples, feeling them grow taut under her
tongue, digging her fingers excitedly into the pretty round
balls.
     
     "I want to suck you," she panted, teasing Shontay's
stiffening, saliva-wet nipples with the tip of her tongue,
bringing hot little mewls of sexual delight from deep in the
girl's throat.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . please . . . ohhhh!" Shontay sighed,
almost inaudibly.
     
     Now, feeling Shontay yield to her caresses, Laura
unleashed the full force of her passion, which she had been
holding tightly in check for so long.  She sucked one
delectable, shiny, wet dark brown nipple into her mouth,
trying to be gentle, not wanting to alarm Shontay by the
full heat of her need, but unable to hold it all back.  She
sucked the thick, pulpy bud and pinched Shontay's other
nipple with her fingers, sucking harder, until she could
hear a reaction, a sharp, clotted intake of breath that told
her she was on the right track.  Shontay's body also
clenched spasmodically, suddenly.
     
     "Unhh!" she half-choked.  "Oh . . . yes!  Unhh!"
     
     Laura was unrelenting.  She switched to Shontay's other
nipple, now twirling and pinching the wet, erect one with
her fingers, devouring the second one with her mouth,
sucking it hard, pinching it too with her lips.  It was
almost as if Laura, being so surprised and thrilled to find
these marvelous little breasts where she expected nothing
but a flat expanse of skin stretched over hard bone, was
intent on sucking the beauties right down her throat.
     
     But Shontay's reaction was not dismay; instead, having
her nipples voraciously sucked by Laura in this way seemed
to ignite whatever kindling in her body that was not yet
burning.  She keened and whimpered, rolling and surging and
writhing and squirming wildly now under Laura, totally
consumed by sexual needs Laura would never have guessed were
there.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she gasped, her eyelids
fluttering open to watch as Laura squeezed and mouth-mauled
her pretty little breasts, her head falling back to the
mattress as Laura began quickly to descend lower, afraid
that Shontay might even come before she had a chance to kiss
her sweet pussy.
     
     Shontay's body was long.  Her legs were amazingly long,
but her torso was long too, and Laura wanted to spend days
just kissing the smooth, sleek, light-brown stretch of her
lovely long stomach, so sleek and firm, her ribs a little
more defined than most since she was so skinny, her hip
bones protruding more, her belly shallower.  But Laura was
also in a hurry, and she had to resign herself.  Save it for
later.  I want her pussy, and I can smell it.
     
     Shontay was so aroused that the thick, pungent odors of
her excited pussy had begun to reach Laura's nose even as
she had her mouth stuffed with the girl's delectable caramel
nipples, and now, as she descended, the sweet, heady smells
grew even thicker, and more erotic.  Slipping between the
girl's long, thin thighs, she came face to face with the
small, gaping, swollen cleft of Shontay's open cunt.
     
     Shontay had a small one, not long and sinuous like the
rest of her body, but a modest little aperture, all runny
and inviting with juices, the black inner lips puckered and
protruding beyond the home provided by the outer folds, the
inside a flaming, glistening magenta hole that beckoned
Laura's tongue.
     
     "Oh god, honey, it's so pretty," she murmured,
spreading away with her thumbs the fibers of moist pubic
hair that would get in the way of her tongue-rape.
     
     "Ohhhnnn!" Shontay moaned, looking down her long body
at Laura again.
     
     Laura, peeking up over her black-fringed pubic bone,
smiled warmly at her.  "Are you going to come?" she
whispered in a sultry whisper.   "I'll bet I can make you
come."
     
     Though completely overpowered by sublimely urgent
sexual needs, Shontay managed a frightened nod, like an
entrapped deer, as if she had never come close to this
feeling before.  And of course, maybe she hadn't, Laura
thought.  Didn't she say she never came except by herself?
Then this is completely new to her.
     
     For some reason, this excited Laura further.  It was
like fucking a beautiful virgin, one who had thrown up every
resistance she could think of but had been finally overcome
by sheer dogged adoration and persistence, and the thrill
was indescribable.  Her thumbs, having spread away the stray
hair, found the little hood at the top of Shontay's oozing
pussy and pulled the skin back a little on each side,
exposing the tiny nubbin of her clit.
     
     It was really quite small, though proportional to the
rest of her lovely small pussy, and Laura extended her
tongue, touching the tip of it tenderly against the
sensitive bud.
     
     "Ungghhhh!" Shontay suddenly groaned, her head falling
back again, and the lower part of her body quivering as
unbearably sweet sensations shot through her.  "Oh god!"
     
     Laura was now in ninth heaven.  "Does that feel good?
Ummmm.  Does that feel good, honey?  How about this?"
     
     Now she began licking Shontay's wet, inflamed pussy
slowly and sensually, and since it was so small, it was no
trouble for Laura to cover the entire slick, magenta blossom
with nearly every stroke of her tongue.
     
     "Unh!  Ohnnn!  Oh god . . . yes!  Laura . . ."  Shontay
gasped, again holding her head up for a second, as if she
could see what Laura was doing to her pussy.
     
     "Oh . . . you are going to come so hard," Laura purred,
now massaging the flesh on each side of Shontay's pussy as
she licked it, again using her thumbs to pulled back the
small hood, now tongue-flicking the tiny nubbin of Shontay's
clit repeatedly, hearing the high, semi-hysterical
whimpering that fought its way out of Shontay's throat.
     
     Shontay was closer now than ever, but still she did not
seem to have reached the point of no return.  Laura had to
concede that it was true, she probably was not an easy
comer.  God, I would have come about three times by now, she
thought.  I couldn't take much more of this.
     
     But Shontay was quivering, moaning, twisting, looking
down at Laura between her thighs, then letting her head flop
back to the mattress, groaning, now undulating her hips in
slow, rhythmic fuck motions.  Laura knew she could bring her
there, but it was a delicious challenge nonetheless.
Thinking maybe a little penetration would help, she slid one
long forefinger up into the warm, greasy channel of
Shontay's cunt, twisting it and tonguing Shontay's swollen
clit at the same time.
     
     This seemed to ring Shontay's chimes, and the sexual
tension she was feeling immediately seemed to jump up a
notch.  Her lovely long body flexed, writhing more
violently, and the high-pitched, semi-hysterical moaning
that seemed half-strangled in her throat became more
desperate.
     
     "Hhnnneeee . . . hnnneeee!" she gurgled, now digging
her sharp elbows into the mattress and arching her back,
quivering so wildly that her wonderful little breasts
jiggled and rolled, making Laura want to mouth-maul them
again, even though she was heavily involved in her present
task.  "Hhhnnnneeeee . . . oh god . . . oh god!" Shontay
gasped, churning desperately.
     
     "Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura purred back to her,
redoubling her loving passion.
     
     You are going to come, you are.  I'm going to make you
come, I know I can do it.
     
     But Shontay seemed to have reached the breaking point.
Her body was so tense, so raw and knotted with unreleased
sexual frenzy, that she was shaking uncontrollably, cawing
and gurgling in the grip of a frantic desperation, hungering
so urgently for an orgasm that tears were actually leaking
from the corners of her eyes as she thrashed and clenched
and squirmed, trying to come.  Then, with shocking
suddenness, she collapsed, completely limp, slumping back to
the mattress.
     
     "Oh god . . . I can't!" she cried out softly, a wail
more than a cry.
     
     Laura looked up and saw that Shontay's face was now
slick with tears.  Overcome by concern and tenderness, she
immediately slid up, enfolding her in her arms, kissing her
fervently, warmly, fondling her delicious little breasts
with her hands, cooing to her reassuringly.
     
     "Oh, you can . . . you can," she murmured, kissing the
tears from Shontay's shiny cheeks, kissing her eyelids.
"You can . . . but you're trying too hard."
     
     Shontay gave her a wan, bleak smile, blinking, her
eyelashes bejeweled with tears.
     
     Laura kissed her incredibly long neck again, nibbling
her earlobe, breathing hotly into her ear.  "Didn't it feel
good?"
     
     "Oh . . . god yes," Shontay gasped in a vulnerable,
faraway voice.  "It was . . . heaven."
     
     Laura kissed her lips, a long, lingering kiss that rose
in a simmering crescendo to a very fevered pitch.  At first
Shontay was again reluctant to open her mouth, but soon she
was coiling tongues and writhing under Laura as heatedly as
before.
     
     "Now you just relax and leave everything to Laura,"
Laura purred to her.  "Just don't try . . . just let it
happen, okay?"
     
     With a fetching sniffle, Shontay nodded.  Laura slid
down her long, smooth, light brown body again and resumed
her attentions to Shontay's pretty little pussy, now puffy
and glimmering with juices, all soupy and tangy to the
taste.  Again she slid her finger into it, feeling Shontay
jump slightly, hearing a tight, excited gasp.  Now, when
Laura's tongue began to stroke her clit, Shontay began to
moan in a distant, rhapsodic way, as if she were being
transported into a realm of the senses she had always feared
and desired but never experienced  before.
     
     Her moans were soft, but as Laura gradually accelerated
the tempo, they became transformed into keening groans and
deep, guttural whimpers.  Laura knew she was on the right
road this time.  Oh yes, you're going to do it now, honey.
You're going to surprise yourself.  Come on . . . come on,
just a little farther . . . a little more.
     
     Laura realized, as she had moments ago acknowledged to
herself, that she too was about to come.  She never had the
kind of difficulty Shontay was having, and by now she could
feel the overflow of juice in her crotch.  Her pussy was
throbbing like a fire alarm.  Almost instinctively, she
reached down to stroke it with her hand, wanting to get her
own body into rhythm with Shontay's, since she knew the girl
was about to come.  Shontay's orgasm would be enough to
trigger her own, she knew.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!  Ohnnnnn god!  Oh . . . Jesus!" Shontay
moaned, twisting, raising her own hands to her swirling,
naked breasts for the first time, pulling her nipples, now
churning her pelvis in constant, even circles into Laura's
face, clearly more wildly aroused than she had been even
moments ago, when she had approached the pinnacle and then
turned back.
     
     "Mmmm," Laura hummed happily, massaging her own
throbbing clit, now sucking Shontay's cleverly in
persistent, rhythmic sucks, bringing the girl to the
absolute inescapable brink.
     
     "Oh . . . Laura, I think-" she suddenly gasped.  "Oh!
Oh, yes!"
     
     Laura's hand moved faster in her own groin.  "Yes!
Yes, honey!  Go for it!  Unhhh!  Oh god . . . me too!"
     
     "Anngghhh!  Ohngg!  Unh!  Unh!" Shontay began panting
frantically, her moans now constricted into tight,
hysterical little squeaks as she was sucked up into an
inevitable crushing finish.
     
     Laura, in the back of her brain cursing her bad timing,
actually began to come before Shontay did.  She could feel
the molten honeyfire begin flooding her body, feel her
muscles contracting and her toes curling, feel the birth of
star deep inside her belly followed by wrenching spasms as
she began to be swallowed by it.  Shontay, on the other
hand, clenched, and clenched, her long, sleek body
straining, her knees twitching up and to the sides
spastically, her face seized by a terrible, agonizing
rapture, and suddenly dissolved into a shuddering, mewling
wreck as a huge, inundating orgasm engulfed her.
     
     At first she made no sound but a raw, choked cawing in
her throat.  Then a low, keening moan seemed to travel up
from deep in her body to her mouth.
     
     "Unnhhhhoowwwnnooaauunnggghhhhh!" she moaned, starting
softly but then erupting in a loud cry that reminded Laura
of how cats sounded when they were doing it.
     
     Once this cry was out, a flood of wild squeals and
groans escaped from her lips as her body began to thrash and
quiver with each successive wave of her orgasm.
     
     "Unhh!  Auungghhhh!  Oh . . . oh yes!  Mmmnngggeeeee!
Auuggnnhhh!" she groaned, coming in fierce bursts, her body
almost shattered by each sharp, rupturing spasm.
     
     Laura, though her own orgasm had not approached this
intensity, was still half-crippled from the sweet spasms
that were only now beginning to subside in her body.  She
slid up to embrace Shontay, feeling the heat that both of
them were generating as it wound around their two naked
bodies like a hot sheet, linking them together in a warm,
throbbing union of sweet coming that took another thirty
seconds or so to finally fade.  Even then, Shontay was
thrilled by four or five aftershocks that seemed to paralyze
her as she stared dreamily into Laura's eyes.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh god . . . there's another one!" she gasped,
burrowing her face into Laura's shoulder and shuddering
until it passed.
     
     Laura simply held her, without speaking, stroking her
long, smooth, naked back with her fingertips as Shontay
suffered through the excruciating delights of this
stupendous climax.  They clung together for about five
minutes.  When it was over, Laura noticed that Shontay's
cheeks were still damp, and she daubed them dry with the
edge of the sheet.
     
     "I guess that wasn't anything to cry over, was it," she
murmured with a warm grin.
     
     Shontay smiled back, suddenly bashful, so charming in a
woman who often seemed like an ice sculpture.  She shook her
head.  "I . . . never . . ."
     
     But she couldn't get it out.
     
     Laura kissed her mouth.  "I know you never.  Now you
have."
     
     "What about you?"
     
     "I did it the way we first planned.  You were too . . .
busy to hear me groaning and gasping, that's all."
     
     Shontay's brow knitted up.  Her pale brown eyes, so
electric moments ago, but now clear glowing pools, showed
her deep concern.  "But that's not right.  I mean, you got
me there.  Boy, did you ever get me there."  She made a
funny face.  "I don't think I've ever been there before."
She paused, still scrutinizing Laura's face with concern, as
if Laura were somehow still bottled up and ready to pop.
"It's really not fair for me not to help you get there too."
     
     Laura smiled wryly.  "I'd sure like to go where you
went.  Looked like it felt good."
     
     Shontay smiled, embarrassed.  "You watched me.  I feel
kind of shy now."
     
     "No need.  You were beautiful."
     
     Shontay's brow was still knitted.  Without another
word, she slid down Laura's body, pushing apart Laura's
thighs with both hands.  She remained silent, but Laura
could almost feel her stare, even though she couldn't see
her face.
     
     "Laura . . . I didn't know what you meant when you said
that about mine . . . but yours is really . . . lovely too.
I didn't know it would be so pretty . . . so curvy and pink.
It's like a seashell."
     
     "Unhh!" Laura gasped, feeling a hot arrow of pleasure
shoot through her whole body as Shontay's tongue first
touched her pussy.
     
     "Oh . . . I didn't do it wrong, did I?"
     
     "You're doing it . . . just perfectly," Laura panted,
falling back, parting her thighs further.  "Yes.  Oh yes!
Unhhh!"
     
     About a minute passed while Shontay patiently explored
Laura's tingling wet pussy with her tongue, going at it
tentatively but not shyly, determined to reward Laura for
the stunning experience she herself had just had.  She was
unsmiling, very serious, as her face appeared for a moment
above Laura's pubic mound.
     
     "I even like the taste," she said, grinning suddenly,
delightedly.
     
     Then her head dropped again, and Laura moaned as the
sensations grew more and more urgent.  Her first orgasm had
merely been a byproduct of Shontay's thrilling seizure, a
little like yawning when you saw someone else doing it, but
this time Laura gave it her full attention.  And though
Shontay was not very experienced, she was very ardent and
deliberate.  In about a minute, Laura was groaning and
shuddering through a sweet and powerful climax that made her
first one seem like an accidental sneeze.
     
     Shontay patiently waited for Laura to recover her
senses, which took a few minutes, before smiling and looking
self-satisfied.  "You do it pretty easily," she said softly,
seriously.  "Wish I could do that."
     
     Laura had finally regained her breath.  She put a
finger on Shontay's wonderful, sensual lips.  "It only takes
a little practice."
     
     She didn't know if she might not be lying, though.
Some women might never climax with ease.  It might always be
a little harder for Shontay than for her.
     
     At this moment, Willie leapt up onto the bed and
quickly jumped between them.  He looked half-astonished, it
seemed, at both of them, then began to purr loudly.  Laura
and Shontay laughed and began to pet him.
     
     "Hello, Willie," Shontay said, scratching him behind
the ears.  "Don't you wish you could do what we just did?
Laura just did something to me nobody else ever did."
     
     Willie licked Shontay's long brown arm.
     
     Laura winked at her.  "I think Willie better watch his
step.  I'm getting jealous."
     
     Shontay looked askance at Laura, half-embarrassed
again.  She knew what Laura was talking about.  Their
relationship was irreversibly altered now.  No going back.
They had fucked, heatedly.  They would doubtless do it
again, and again, in coming days and weeks.  Where there had
been distance and suspicion, there now was intimacy.  Oh
god, Laura thought, seeing the expression on Shontay's face,
which reminded her so much of Ada, of Tamara, of the others
who were so afraid of what they had done at this moment.
     
     But instead of dwelling on this thought, Shontay
brightened again almost immediately.  "Do you think we could
. . . do that again?" she asked, almost shyly, looking down
at her hand on Willie's fur so she would not have to meet
Laura's eyes.  Then she quickly looked up.  "I mean, after
we rest a little, you know.  Not right away."
     
     "Mmmmm, what's the matter with right away?" Laura
asked, reaching across Willie to caress her face, letting
her hand fall to Shontay's naked breasts.
     
     By now Willie was truly in the way, between them, and
he seemed to know it.  With the instinctive escapist skill
of cats, he speedily leaped over Shontay's long legs and
bounded off the bed onto the floor.  Laura had Shontay's
long, warm, naked body clasped hard against hers and her
mouth glued heatedly to Shontay's before either of them
quite knew what was happening.  Shontay responded happily,
yielding her mouth, rubbing her body against Laura's,
coiling tongues hungrily.
     
     "Only if I can kiss that perfect bottom of yours,"
Laura whispered to her, letting both hands fall to the
wonderful little rump she had admired for months.  "I love
your little ass.  I want your little ass."
     
     "You're going to make me blush, if you don't watch
out."
     
     Laura nuzzled her everywhere she could reach with her
mouth.  "Mmmm, I'm going to make you glow . . . I'm going to
make you beg."
     
     Shontay pulled back, almost flirtatiously, batting her
eyelashes at Laura, acting faux-coy, twisting her body so
that her ass was sticking up, more visible.  "You like that
bony little thing?"
     
     Now Laura's caresses grew more aggressive.  She
squeezed one round, spongy-hard little bun with her hand, a
delicious, exciting squeeze that made her whole body tingle
and made Shontay gasp and instinctively gnaw her lower lip.
     
     "I don't feel any bone there," Laura whispered, eyes
flaring.  "Just wonderful ass."  She slid her fingers into
the crack between Shontay's round little buns.  "Turn over.
Let me kiss that fantastic back of yours too."
     
     With slow, feigned reluctance, Shontay turned onto her
stomach, stretching out luxuriously next to Laura, extending
the full length of her smooth, supple, slender body,
relishing the feeling of Laura's eyes roaming excitedly all
over it.
     
     "You are so beautiful . . . how can you hide all this
beautiful flesh under those awful suits you wear?" Laura
said in an awed, hushed voice, unable to control her renewed
lust.
     
     She didn't realize what she had said, about the suits,
until it came out of her mouth, but it turned out that
Shontay was more thrilled by Laura's enchantment with her
naked body than she was hurt by Laura's criticism of her
taste in clothes.
     
     "It isn't beautiful.  It's skinny," she said, pouting.
"And too tall."
     
     That was all Laura needed to unlock the torrents of
fresh desire she was feeling, and she immediately straddled
the backs of Shontay's thighs and began giving her a slow,
sensual back massage.  She had earlier thought she could
spend a year just kissing this long, smooth brown back
anyway, and now she had the chance.  She began at the nape
of Shontay's neck, truly making love to it and to Shontay's
thin shoulders so hungrily that Shontay began shivering and
giggling in a soft, sexy voice.
     
     "What's the matter, you don't like the way I dress?"
she tried to tease Laura, but very quickly she was panting
and even mewling softly as Laura turned up the heat.
     
     Laura kissed her way slowly down the shallow valley
formed by Shontay's spine, then back up again, taking
constant detours onto the smooth, resilient flesh of the
rest of her back, tickling the sensitive nerves under her
shoulder blades, which indeed were more prominent than most
due to her thin frame.  On her second time down the spinal
column, Laura's lips arrived at the upward curve of
Shontay's sacrum, highlighted on either side by a delicious
deep dimple.  Oh god, it's perfection! Laura thought,
kissing one dimple with carefully controlled but burning
adoration, then the other.
     
     Shontay squirmed and whimpered.  "God, Laura . . .
you're getting me all hot and sticky again.  So quick."
     
     Laura's hand dipped between her thin, sleek thighs,
finding the small, wet blossom of Shontay's cunt again,
while she kissed her way from the second dimple over to the
firm, swelling moons of Shontay's small, jutting ass.  It
was a compact ass, small but beautifully shaped, and she
spent the next minutes worshipping it thoroughly with her
mouth and her fingers, kneading and squeezing the hard
little melons, kissing them, then biting them suggestively,
even snarling softly with hungry passion, until Shontay was
squirming and whimpering, looking back over her shoulder,
grimacing in pleasure, as if fascinated by the sensations
Laura was arousing in her perfect little bottom.
     
     Laura's attentions were making Shontay a lot wetter,
too.  Laura could feel the warm, buttery fluids bathing her
fingers as she lightly massaged Shontay's small pussy,
reluctant to do it too fast since she didn't want Shontay to
come again before she had finished her selfish little feast.
By now she knew that Shontay was unlikely to go off
unexpectedly, but still she didn't want to risk it.  I want
to drive her wild, she realized.  I want her to claw the
sheets and scream.  There's only us, nobody can hear us, no
Kendra, no Gibsons, except this long, lovely one.  Shontay .
. . I want you to scream.
     
     "Ohhnnnn!" Shontay moaned, again looking back at Laura,
her face contorted in an expression of fierce sexual
arousal.  "Unhhhhh!  Oh god, that feels good!"
     
     It's going to feel a lot better than that, darling,
Laura thought, beginning to part Shontay's tight little ass
cheeks with her fingers and to run the tip of her tongue
into the dark, warm crack between them.  At first Shontay
seemed not to notice, but as Laura's tongue descended
further into her crack, she could not help but notice.  Her
hips shimmied in a sharp, excited spasm, and she tried to
twist her body to the side, but Laura was strong and held
her steady.
     
     "What . . . are you doing?" Shontay whimpered.
     
     "Mmmm, I'm loving your ass like nobody's ever loved it
before," Laura purred.
     
     "Jesus . . . that's what I'm afraid of," Shontay
gasped, with a repressed giggle.
     
     "Doesn't it feel good?"
     
     "It feels wonderful!"
     
     The tip of her tongue had finally arrived at Shontay's
tight little black rosebud, her ultimate destination, but
she already knew it would be too shocking to the girl simply
to enter it without warning.  Her fingers in Shontay's pussy
were all gooey now with warm nectars, and as she slid one up
higher into Shontay's crack, she moved her mouth to the side
and took a sizable piece of ass-flesh into it, biting it
gingerly but firmly.
     
     "Anngghh!" Shontay yelped, distracted enough by the
momentary squirt of pleasurable pain not to notice Laura's
forefinger sliding up into her anus.
     
     Now Laura peppered the smooth, brown moons with love
bites, repeating her first bite everywhere, sucking chunks
of firm flesh into her mouth, clamping her teeth on them,
burrowing her finger deeper into Shontay's ass at the same
time.  Shontay mewled and squirmed, but after a few seconds
she seemed to know something unusual had happened.
     
     "Oh!" she gasped.  "What's that?  Unghhhh!  Oh . . .
Laura," she moaned, her eyes full of hot sex and
unanswerable questions as they caught Laura's.
     
     Shontay appeared so shocked that she could not
understand where Laura was going with this, but Laura knew
very well.  Now that she had somewhat loosened the opening,
the true rape she had planned was possible.
     
     "Oh, sorry," she winked at Shontay, teasing her, but
letting her eyes smoke with sexual threats at the same time.
     
     She extracted her finger from the girl's back track,
dropping her hand again to Shontay's dripping pussy.  Now
she returned her tongue to the wonderfully deep little crack
between Shontay's smooth brown buns and, using her free hand
to pull them apart, slid the tip of it into the girl's
rectum, wriggling it in quickly and as deep as it would go.
     
     "Ahhnnnnneeeee!" Shontay suddenly screamed, though to
Laura's ears it was only a hint of the screams she hoped
were coming.  "Ohhhnnn . . . shit!"
     
     But by now Laura had her in the grip of a thrilling,
magnetic sexual rhythm that would not let her go.  Now Laura
increased the speed of the two fingers she was using to rub
Shontay's flowing, throbbing slit, swirling her taut little
clit in a hot frenzy now, and driving her tongue deep into
the girl's ass.  Shontay whooped and clenched her firm
little ass cheeks and squirmed, but Laura was aware that she
really didn't want to get away, even though the sensations
were very intense.
     
     "Oh god . . . what are you doing!  God, Laura . . .
stop!"
     
     Laura wasn't exactly in a position to discuss it, and
in answer she withdrew her tongue temporarily from Shontay's
pretty little asshole and began biting her round, swelling,
hard buns again, rubbing her pussy even harder and faster.
     
     "Mmmnnggeee!" Shontay squealed, now perceptibly jumping
up a notch in tension, so that Laura now knew the girl would
come any time.  "Oh!  Ohnggg!"
     
     "I'm making you come," Laura panted, sinking herself
into a passionate depravity that she could barely control.
Shontay's long, smooth brown body, though slim, was wildly
desirable, especially in this writhing, flexing, quivering
state as Shontay approached another orgasm.
     
     "Oh god . . . you're right!" Shontay gasped, dropping
her head back to the mattress, even lifting her ass a little
to give Laura easier access, swirling it back and up slowly
into Laura's face.  "Oh god Laura . . . yes!  Ungghh!  Yes!"
     
     It was a beautiful ass, and Laura worshipped and
passion-mauled it at the same time, biting and excitedly
pinching the smooth brown moons, now pulling her hand up
from Shontay's dripping pussy for a moment to pry both of
her buns apart and stab her tongue deep into Shontay's tight
little rectum.
     
     "Unggghhh!  Oh!  Mmmnnggggeee . . . oh . . . Laura!  Oh
. . . I'm going to-"
     
     Shontay's long, thin body grew suddenly stiff.  Laura,
her tongue wriggling deep in the girl's moist, clenching
asshole, knew she was going to come.  Nothing could stop it.
Dropping her hand again to Shontay's streaming pussy, she
found Shontay's clit with two fingers and pressed it hard,
then rubbed it vigorously, tongue-fucking her ass in a
fierce frenzy at the same time.
     
     Shontay's stiffened body suddenly jackknifed up off the
bed, a violent, twisting, surging motion that almost
dislodged Laura's face from its happy haven between the
girl's taut little buns.
     
     "AUUNNGGGGHHNNIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed, collapsing into
a mass of shuddering spasms that Laura sustained by
continuing to tongue-fuck her ass and rub her pussy.
"OHHNNGG!  Ungghhhh!  Oh . . . shit!  Oh Laura . . .
auungghhhhh!   Nnnggmmmiieeee!"
     
     Her climax seemed about three times more intense than
the first one, and about three times longer too.  She wailed
and screamed and writhed as Laura refused to let her stop,
coming, then slumping and panting, then coming again, two
full orgasms punctuated by a whole sequence of smaller
shocks, until finally she lay gasping and moaning on her
stomach, wincing as the last aftershock made her wince and
shiver.
     
     Slowly, Laura removed her fingers from Shontay's pussy
and her tongue from the girl's pretty little asshole, which
she had tongue-raped enthusiastically.  Shontay was still
trying to regain her breath and her senses.  Laura kissed
her way up the girl's naked back, now much more tenderly,
again brushing away the hair from her neck and kissing the
nape sensually.
     
     Shontay stirred and smiled.  "You don't give up, do
you," she murmured, hoarsely.  "I never knew anybody like
you."
     
     "Mmmm, I don't know how anybody who could come like
that could give up sex," Laura whispered in her ear.
     
     "Are you kidding?" Shontay grinned, rolling over now,
facing Laura.  "I never came like that in my life.  If I
had, I probably wouldn't have given it up."
     
     Laura tried to kiss her, but Shontay playfully turned
her face away.
     
     "Would you mind rinsing out your mouth before doing
that?" she asked.  "I love to kiss you, but you just had
your tongue in my . . . you know where."
     
     Laura grinned.  "Honey, it's clean as a whistle.  I
just cleaned it out."
     
     "You sure did," Shontay grinned back.  She was suddenly
gripped by a quick, intense shiver.  "See, it makes me
almost come again just thinking of it.  But do it anyway,
okay?  Just to make me feel better?"
     
     Making a face, Laura hopped off the bed and went to the
bathroom, rinsing out her mouth and returning in seconds.
     
     "I came back for my kiss.  It's the least you can give
me after coming twice."
     
     Shontay looked very sultry as she welcomed Laura into
her arms.  "I bet you can too," she purred sexily, much more
seductive than Laura had ever dreamed possible.  "Twice, I
mean.  Why don't you stay here tonight?  I think I'd be
lonely now if you went downstairs.  Just stay here, sleep
with me, and you can go down and dress before work."
     
     Laura kissed her.  "We might not get much sleep."
     
     Shontay looked demurely down, shy and at the same time
very excited by what had transpired.  "We've got all the
rest of our lives to sleep, right?"
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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