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     Chapter 288
     
     
     
     There was an uncomfortable shock in store for Laura.
     
     She was in ninth heaven after her night with Arthell,
which helped to cushion the blow a little, though not much.
While lying in bed with Sara on Friday night, in Sara's
apartment, tired and happy after an hour of intensely sweet
and tender fucking, Sara grew solemn.  Tracing an invisible
line down Laura's cheek with one finger, her dark eyes wide
and limpid, she asked,
     
     "Would you hate me if I did this with another woman?"
     
     When Laura, who was floored by the totally unexpected
question, failed to answer right away, Sara went on.  She
even kissed Laura's mouth, half-open with awe and shock,
first.
     
     "Don't be shocked," she whispered.  "It wouldn't mean I
didn't love you.  I know how upset you were when Evangelina
paid me that visit.  Even though she and I are old friends.
You see it didn't affect the way I feel about you."  Sara's
fingertip made a curve under Laura's chin and up her other
cheek.  "And I know you haven't been exactly . . . how shall
we put it . . . chaste?  I don't mean just Dee Dee.  But I'm
not blind. I can sense when you've been . . . you know,
sniffing some other chick's crotch."
     
     She made one of her devastatingly funny faces, which,
in spite of her stunned silence, made Laura laugh.  It was a
gesture that made it absolutely impossible for Laura to lie
and protest that Sara's accusation was not true.  She
considered it the better part of discretion to remain
silent.
     
     But when Sara did not go on, Laura said, "I wouldn't
hate you.  I would never hate you."
     
     "I hope you mean it," Sara said softly.
     
     "Why.  Have you done it already?"
     
     Sara shook her head, looking suddenly very innocent and
shocked to be suspected.  "Only with Lina.  I mean,
Evangelina."  She propped her head on her hand, gazing
intently into Laura's eyes.  "There's this nurse who works
down at 450 Sutter, across the hall from my office.  We meet
in the hallways, in the elevator, down at the snack shop,
you know.  She's been sort of, well, you know, coming on to
me.  It's kind of getting under my skin, if you know what I
mean."
     
     Laura nodded sympathetically, not knowing what else to
do.  She was both pained and fascinated by Sara's account of
this attraction.  "And you want to give her the green light?
See what happens?"
     
     Wide-eyed, Sara slowly nodded.  "She's kind of pretty.
Not as gorgeous as you are, but . . ."
     
     "Is she white or black?" Laura blurted out before she
could catch herself.  "Or Latina," she quickly added,
remembering Evangelina.  Or 'Lina,' as Sara had just called
her, revealing a level of intimacy that Laura had always
expected was there but that hurt just the same when she was
reminded of it.
     
     Sara frowned, not a deep frown but a frown nonetheless.
"Why?  Does that matter to you?"  Then she made a dopey
face.  "Are you that competitive, Laura?"
     
     Laura blushed.  "I . . . guess I am.  Sorry."
     
     "Lucky for you, she's a sister."  Sara raised one
eyebrow.  "Knowing you, she'd probably turn your crank."
     
     "Now that's not nice," Laura smiled.  "She obviously
turns yours."
     
     Sara smiled mysteriously back at Laura.  "I guess in a
way she does."
     
     Laura recognized this moment as a time when she could
pout and turn petulant, perhaps playing on Sara's clear
uneasiness at broaching this question.  She decided not to
do it.  After all, you haven't been a saint, she reminded
herself.  You love her, and you know fucking with the others
hasn't made you love her any less.  Why shouldn't it work
for her?  In spite of the fact that I'm wildly, murderously
jealous?
     
     "What's her name?"
     
     "None of your business," Sara turned away, as if to
brush off this inquiry quickly.
     
     "You mean I don't even get to know my rival's name?"
Laura asked querulously, caressing Sara's bare brown
shoulder.  She realized she was skirting perilously close to
the pouting she had foresworn.
     
     "She is not your rival!" Sara said, angrily.
     
     "I know . . . I'm sorry," Laura said, pulling her down
again on the bed, running her hands hungrily all over Sara's
wonderful curvaceous body, even though they had finished
fucking only minutes earlier.
     
     She realized that Sara's attraction to another woman
suddenly made her somehow incredibly more desirable than
ever to Laura.  Her body felt suddenly new, fresh,
alluringly voluptuous under Laura's fingers, her scent
outrageously erotic, her skin a magnet for Laura's hungry
lips.  In another second, she had Sara's phenomenal breasts
in both hands and was attempting to swallow one of her
large, soft black nipples.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!  Laura!" Sara hammered her fists on Laura's
shoulders, half-laughing, half overcome by this sudden
sexual attack.
     
     "No wonder she wants this delicious body," Laura
panted, slurping and sucking Sara's silky dark flesh with
exaggerated lust.
     
     "Oh honey . . . oh honey . . ." Sara panted, converting
quickly from protest to participation.
     
     Laura realized, and knew that Sara probably did too,
that sudden, explosive sex was one way to veer around the
dangerous and complex emotions their conversation had been
inspiring in them both.  In another minute they were deep
into it, gasping and pumping and pinching and sucking, until
both of them erupted more quickly than usual in sharp,
squealing orgasms that left them exhausted and panting,
oblivious to their earlier troubled sparring.
     
     "Sometimes I can't believe you," Sara finally said,
when she recovered her composure, rolling over to kiss the
supine Laura's bare shoulder.  "Nobody ever fucked me like
you do."
     
     Laura gave her a deadpan smile.  She too leaned over
and kissed Sara's phenomenal pillowy lips.  "Let's just make
sure we keep it that way," she murmured.  "You might have an
occasional dalliance, but I want to still be the champ."
     
     "Nobody could ever replace you in my heart, Laura,"
Sara whispered solemnly.
     
     But Laura could not help wondering.
     
     She knew it was silly, but she worried anyway, until an
email came at work that distracted her.  It was from, of all
people, Shontay Gibson.
     
     
     Hi Laura, longtime no see.  Coming to San Jose week of
     Oct. 4 to recruit for Alcatel.  Staying in Radisson
     Suites.  Can we visit?  Dying to see you.  It's been so
     long.  Shontay.  Write back here and let me know.
     
     
     Laura felt her heart flutter and tiny hot darts raced
through her pussy.  It was not that Shontay was so important
to her, certainly not as important as Sara.  Or now,
Arthell.  But their relationship had been fascinating and
dangerous and passionate, and Shontay, always jealous, had
left to take her job in France with Alcatel without the
slightest word to Laura.  She had disappeared without notice
and without a trace, with not so much as a fare thee well,
leaving Laura to wonder what might have caused this
vanishing act, and if she herself were partially to blame.
     
     That had been about eight months ago, and Laura had
heard nothing until this email.  Feeling very excited,
though Shontay's visit was still two weeks away, she
immediately replied that she was looking forward to seeing
her.  She wanted to ask, What do you mean by Can we visit?
She was totally in the dark about where their relationship
stood.  She and Shontay had gone so often from eating one
another alive to frosty distance to actual spite and then
back again to hot fucking that it was really hard to know
where they would pick things up.  At the time Shontay had
vanished, they had been embroiled in a jealous spat, caused,
as always, by Shontay's anger at Laura for playing around
with others.
     
     Do we pretend that didn't happen? Laura wondered.  Am I
going down to the San Jose Radisson to spend the night?  Or
just to make polite conversation?
     
     She didn't know and was on pins and needles until the
evening of the fourth, when she received a call from Shontay
at home.
     
     "Hi, I'm here, when are you coming down?"
     
     "Oh god, Shontay, it's really you."  Laura flushed, and
found herself momentarily speechless.  "You really are
here."
     
     "Of course I'm here," Shontay said, a little curtly.
"Did you think I was lying?"
     
     "No.  No, I just had a hard time believing I was
actually going to see you again."
     
     "What's that supposed to mean?" Shontay snapped.
     
     It was the same old Shontay, Laura realized.  Very
touchy, edgy, easy to ire, no matter what you might venture
to say.  Laura paused for a moment, hoping Shontay would
hear the sound of her own sharp voice and soften a little.
     
     "It's supposed to mean," she finally said, "that I'm
dying to see you.  I can come whenever it's convenient for
you."
     
     Even though it was an obvious compliment, Shontay did
indeed seem to soften, as if she realized she was being a
little harsh for someone who wanted to 'visit'.  "I'm sorry,
I'm a little frazzled from that long flight," she said.  "I
didn't mean to snap at you.  I'm going to try to get some
sleep, but I'll probably be up by two a.m.  My internal
clock hasn't adjusted yet."
     
     "I'm afraid I can't come at two.  I have to go to work
tomorrow."
     
     "Why don't you come down now?  I know I won't be able
to sleep."
     
     Laura felt her whole being suddenly come alive.  She
had been tired herself, but no more.  Her body suddenly
perked up and almost vibrated.  "I could be there in an hour
or so.  I don't know how exactly how long it would take to
drive there."
     
     "It shouldn't take you long.  Come the back way, down
280."
     
     "Right.  Want me to bring anything?  Food?  Wine?
Champagne?"
     
     "You know me.  I don't eat much.  Wine will just make
me sleepy.  Just bring yourself.  And bring the Laura I used
to know . . . back when we had the good times.  See you in a
half hour or so."
     
     Laura was positively humming as she packed a small
suitcase.
     
     This love of mine,
     Goes on and on,
     Though life is empty since you've gone . . .
     
     She didn't know why this tune stuck in her brain.  She
certainly had never 'loved' Shontay, at least not in the way
she adored Sara, or had felt such deep emotion for Deshona
at one time.  Or even the way she felt now, all tingly and
ethereally happy, about Arthell.  Shontay however had felt
more strongly, she knew, since that was the source of their
frequent quarrels.  Life wasn't empty since she had gone to
France, though.  It had rarely been more exciting sexually
for Laura, though the recent development with Sara had put a
damper on it.
     
     Still, she hummed the tune and packed in her strap-on
just in case, and a small bottle of baby oil.
     
     I cry my heart out,
     It's bound to break,
     Since nothing matters, let it break . . .
     
     "Why am I singing this song?" she wondered aloud.
"I've never felt happier.  Even with Sara doing . . . her
little thing.  In a way, it makes me feel relieved since I
don't have to feel guilty for being the only one doing it."
     
     She realized she was talking to herself and promptly
stopped.  But she couldn't stop humming as she locked up the
house and went out to the car.  She hummed all the way to
San Jose.  Do you know the way to San Jose?  I've been away
so long I may go wrong and lose my way.  She did not lose
her way and arrived at the Radisson Suites in 47 minutes.
Shontay was waiting for her in the lobby.
     
     Laura was shocked.  Shontay was gorgeous.
     
     Laura knew she was pretty and had been the one to
encourage Shontay to see herself that way, since Shontay had
been convinced that, being tall and skinny, she was
unalterably homely and unattractive.  And she had dressed
accordingly until Laura had persuaded her to wear silky,
summery things that showed off her long but enchanting legs
and her willowy figure.  She had usually worn her hair too
either in a tight bun behind her head or in a no-nonsense
pony tail, but never down around her neck and cheeks, where
it softened her somewhat angular face and made her look like
an aristocratic and elegant model.  Laura was continually
taking down Shontay's hair, mussing it up, or asking to do
so.
     
     But here she was in the lobby, wearing a stylish peach-
colored frock with a short skirt, with her lovely dark brown
hair in soft billows around her head, her astonishing pale
brown eyes lighting up with genuine gladness as she saw
Laura approach.
     
     "Oh god, you look so gorgeous!" Laura effused as she
hugged her, inhaling Shontay's French perfume.  "France must
be so good for you."
     
     Shontay giggled nervously and stepped back from Laura's
embrace, as if this were too public a place for them to be
doing something they would be doing behind closed doors in a
few minutes.  "Oh, cut the crap, Laura," she smiled.  "We
both know what you want."
     
     Laura glanced around the lobby without moving her head,
mainly to see if anyone had overheard this.  She smiled
sweetly back at Shontay.  "I want to hear all about it,
that's what I want.  You do look gorgeous.  I hope you won't
deny it."
     
     "You don't look too bad either," Shontay softened.
"Still got all that hair."
     
     Laura raised her hand to her hair self-consciously.
She was still taking in the vision of Shontay's loveliness.
Shontay was still almost painfully thin, and still looked
like she had no breasts, though Laura knew otherwise.  The
flowery peach dress she wore did not allow one to appreciate
the fine curve of her delicious rump, though Laura also knew
it well.  But her long thin legs were visible from the hem
down and Laura's eyes feasted on them.
     
     Shontay was the color, Laura had often though in the
past, of pale clover honey, her skin smooth and flawless,
and Laura could well recall having been locked between those
long smooth legs, rubbing her cheek against them, kissing
Shontay's inner thighs . . .
     
     These thoughts were getting her aroused right there in
the lobby, and she quickly pushed them to the back of her
mind.  Suddenly she found it a little awkward to be standing
there in the lobby, not knowing what was coming next.  It
somehow didn't seem appropriate to her for them just to go
up to Shontay's room and fuck.  Assuming that was what
Shontay had in mind.  But it seemed too coarse and
perfunctory.
     
     "Shall we go have dinner . . . or a drink?" Laura
suggested.  "So you can tell me about it?"
     
     Shontay scowled.  As usual, Laura reminded herself,
even when she was in the mood, Shontay had to scowl or snarl
or make a sharp comment.  She was very vulnerable and sweet
inside, but outside she kept up her aloof, imperious,
peremptory fa�ade, which was a quality that had made her
much disliked when she had worked at Laura's company.  Laura
wondered how Alcatel was handling the famously frosty
Shontay.  Maybe the French language softens her for them,
she speculated.  And then, she is a gorgeous black American
model type; they probably go for that.  Maybe it induces
them to tolerate this crabby nature of hers.  Or maybe she's
not like that at all when she's around them.  Only around
me, and others like me.
     
     Then Shontay's scowl turned mysteriously into a
seductive smile.  "I'm tired," she said quietly.  "Let's go
upstairs.  We can order room service.  Company's paying,"
she winked.
     
     "I'd be delighted."
     
     Shontay looked down at Laura's bag.  "Planning to stay
over?  They might charge me extra."  She winked again,
clearly meaning it as a joke.
     
     "I don't have to stay if you don't want me to," Laura
said softly as they entered the elevator.
     
     They were alone in it, and Shontay's room was on the
twelfth floor.  She did not answer Laura's question, letting
it hang.  Finally, she looked back over her shoulder as she
led Laura down the hall to her room.  She was grinning.
     
     "I'll let you know."
     
     Inside the room Laura sat on the edge of one queen-
sized bed and kicked off her shoes.  Shontay went over to
the drapes and pulled them shut.  Gosh, we aren't going to
waste any time, are we, Laura thought.  She realized she was
very aroused.  She knew Shontay, though skinny and sharp,
always had this effect on her, probably because of the
challenge involved in breaking through the ice layer.  She
was also physically lovely, though skinny.  You could still
be lovely while skinny.  Laura's eyes lingered on the
smooth, rich caf,-au-lait hue of Shontay's long legs.
     
     Shontay saw her looking and smiled.  "You know, I think
you're the first woman who ever found me attractive," she
said calmly.
     
     "But not the last," Laura smirked knowingly.
     
     Shontay shook her head.  Her loose hair swished around
her ears, making Laura's pussy flutter.  "No, not the last.
I've got two lovers in France.  Girls.  Actually, three.
One guy, if you can believe it.  They're wild for la chatte
noire, as they call it."
     
     God, I could use a little of that chatte noire myself
right now, Laura thought, feeling very aroused, very hungry
for Shontay.  The new Shontay, she corrected herself.  Once
Laura had broken through the ice, Shontay was always eager
for fucking, except when she was periodically furious with
Laura over Laura's other girl friends.  But prior to Laura,
she had, as she recounted it, simply given up on sex, with
men of course, since Laura had been her first woman.
     
     And now look at her.  Not only gorgeous, stylish, self-
assured, and sexy, but possessed of three, count them, three
French lovers of both sexes.
     
     "I'm a little wild for it myself," Laura said, unable
to resist the opportunity.
     
     "I know," Shontay said mordantly.  "Black cunt."
     
     She was alluding to one of their conversations long
ago, when she had accused Laura bluntly of being overly fond
of this lovely item.  Hers and others'.  The words 'black
cunt' sounded so earthy and coarse and dirty coming from
this gorgeous woman who looked like a supermodel that the
combination was enchanting, and Laura recognized her lust
ratcheting up a few notches.  Black cunt sounded so much
more arousing than la chatte noire.  Though maybe the latter
sounded pretty sexy if you were French.
     
     "You're so nasty," Laura smiled curtly.  "Always so
nasty and rude.  You meant way more to me than . . . that."
     
     Shontay tossed her head in an arrogant, aristocratic
way she had.  She pursed her lips.  "I doubt it."
     
     Laura pouted.  "You didn't even tell me before you
left.  I had to find out from that bitch Rhonda."
     
     Shontay looked away as if embarrassed.  Laura felt a
slight twinge of victory.  "What did she tell you?"
     
     Laura shrugged.  "That you got a job in France.  That
you spoke French and had graduated from the French high
school in San Francisco.  I felt . . . devastated."
     
     "Oh, right," Shontay said, with heavy scorn.
     
     Maybe that was a little too strong, Laura realized, and
as ever Shontay was quick to jump on any phoniness.  "Well .
. . I was hurt," she amended.
     
     Shontay grinned broadly.  "Poor Laura.  You had to go
back to the pretty airheads.  Boo hoo."
     
     "I think we are on the wrong track," Laura said,
frankly, looking directly into those enchanting pale brown
eyes.  "I came here because I missed you.  You invited me,
remember?  If you think all I want is la chatte noire, then
maybe I ought to leave."
     
     Shontay softened again, as she usually did.  Laura
recalled that you had to work at it constantly, but you
could get her to relax and drop the shield.  But Shontay was
not done teasing, in her sharp sarcastic way.  She didn't
want Laura to leave, but she also did not want to stop
baiting her.
     
     "Oh, and you don't want me?"
     
     "More than anything," Laura said softly.
     
     This was such an odd change, Laura realized.  She had
initially had to convince Shontay that she was indeed
attractive, not the gawky, spindle-shanks, skinny, awkward,
angular woman she had thought herself to be, and now Shontay
was acting like a very sexy and desirable woman, toying with
Laura, tempting her, taunting her, and enjoying Laura's eyes
on her and Laura's obvious desire enough to prolong things
with agonizing skill.
     
     Shontay crossed the room and sat next to Laura on one
of the two beds.  She reached up with one hand and let her
fingers trail through some strands of Laura's hair.  "You
know," she murmured in a very low voice, almost too low to
be heard, "I really love my French girls, and the guy too,
but none of them can do it for me like you did, Laura."
     
     "I thought the French were experts in love."
     
     Shontay let her fingers caress Laura's cheek.  "Maybe
in love . . . but not in . . . you know . . . that word you
like so much that I told you embarrasses me."
     
     "Fucking?"
     
     Shontay giggled and flinched.  "That's the one.  I
think I've missed you, Laura."
     
     Slowly, Laura pulled her backward down onto the bed, so
that they were both lying half on it, with their legs still
dangling over the edge.  "God, I've missed you too."
     
     "I don't want to wrinkle up this dress," Shontay said.
"I'm traveling.  I only have so many.  And I don't trust any
hotel's cleaning service."
     
     "I know what you mean.  Why don't you let me help you
take it off?"
     
     Without answering, with only a mysterious smile,
Shontay slowly sat up and turned her back to Laura.  There
were four buttons on her dress, which Laura unbuttoned,
starting at the top.  As each button came loose, and the
thin fabric of Shontay's dress sagged away from her flesh,
Laura kissed her smooth light brown skin, holding up
Shontay's hair with one hand so that she could reach the
nape of her neck with her lips.
     
     Shontay shivered a little.  She raised her own hand to
her hair and held it up so that Laura could continue.
     
     "I could kiss your marvelous back forever," Laura
whispered, continuing with the buttons.
     
     Shontay was not wearing a bra but an ivory-colored thin
camisole, where Laura's lips had to stop, even though there
were two buttons left.  But she was content for the moment.
She was a great lover of naked backs, or near-naked ones,
and Shontay's was enchanting, even if Laura had to stop
momentarily halfway down.  True, the wings of her shoulder
blades protruded a little, and the knobs of her spine were a
little more visible than most, a feature Shontay herself
would consider 'bony.'
     
     Maybe her back had a little less flesh on it than many
others, but it was the color of pale honey, silky and
smooth, and had a lot of seductive cambers and indentations
and dips and protuberances to kiss and tenderly suck, and
even though inhibited from going lower for the moment,
Laura's lips were busy visiting them all.
     
     Shontay was enjoying it too.  "Oh god . . . that feels
good," she sighed, bending her head forward a little to give
Laura full access to the nape of her neck again.
     
     Laura took advantage of the opportunity and licked and
sucked the skin sensually.  She then kissed the slightly
raised nub of each vertebra on her way again down Shontay's
back to the edge of the camisole.  Meanwhile, she was
unbuttoning the last two buttons.  Shontay's dress now gaped
open, and Laura could reach the bottom of the camisole with
her fingers.
     
     "Here . . . let's take this off," she murmured, pushing
the top half of the loose dress down Shontay's arms, then
lifting up the camisole, with Shontay's help.
     
     Shontay turned to face her as the camisole went up over
her head.  When it came free, she was naked from the waist
up.  Laura's hands were already covering the marvelous
little teacup breasts that she remembered so well.  Her
mouth came close to Shontay's, then pressed into it, and
they were kissing hungrily.
     
     Shontay's long arms encircled Laura, and her fingers
plucked at the fabric of Laura's shirt.  "Take this off,"
she breathed into Laura's lips.
     
     Laura pulled back, smiling.  "Let's take everything
off."
     
     Shontay shook her head.  "No.  A little bit at a time.
More exciting that way.  The way you used to do it."   She
watched while Laura unbuttoned her shirt, removed it, then
removed her black lace bra too.  "Remember when we were
fighting . . . and you pushed your mouth into my panties?
Pushed my panties up into my . . ."
     
     Laura waited, still smiling. "Your pussy?  Can't you
say that?  Your chatte?  You're beautiful chatte noire?"
     
     Shontay looked down, in genuine embarrassment.  It was
such a thrill for Laura to see her like this since she was
always so sharp and imperious.  She did have a streak of
genuine vulnerability which was however hard to reach.  But
this moment also reminded Laura how Shontay had quickly
become much more emotionally invested in their relationship
than Laura had been, which had caused their frequent
hostilities.
     
     "Let me feel you," Laura whispered, holding out her
open arms again.  "It's been so long."
     
     Shontay nodded slowly, leaning forward, coming into
Laura's outstretched arms.  Now their naked breasts touched
at the same time their mouths met, and they melted together
into a lengthy, sensual kiss, moving their half-naked bodies
together so that they could feel every last bit of pleasure
from their skins touching, their breasts rubbing together,
their hardening nipples kissing too.
     
     Laura ran her fingers now up and down the whole supple
length of Shontay's marvelous long back, feeling the smooth
skin that had formerly been concealed by the camisole,
wanting to kiss it, feeling the sexual pressure build inside
her body, surprised by the physical desire she had for this
thin, complicated girl.
     
     "Mmmm, I want to kiss this incredible back forever,"
she purred, rubbing the warm, smooth skin and long resilient
muscles.  "Lie down and let me rub and kiss your back."
     
     Obediently, Shontay quickly shed the rest of her frock,
wriggling out of it and tossing it across the room onto a
chair.  She still had on her ivory bikini panties, which
matched her camisole.  She stretched out on her stomach,
looking dreamily back over her shoulder as Laura began
making love to her back.
     
     There was no other word for it.  Laura loved this honey
gold masterpiece.  Now that Shontay was completely naked,
except for her panties, Laura could explore, caress, and
kiss it to her heart's content.  She began by slipping out
of her own skirt so that she too was wearing only her
panties, then straddling Shontay's long, thin thighs with
her own and massaging the firm flesh on each side of
Shontay's neck, starting gently, squeezing the muscles, then
doing it a little harder, until Shontay was gasping and
moaning.
     
     "Oh god, I love your back . . ." Laura murmured,
bending close, letting her own naked breasts sweep across
the flesh of Shontay's back as she pressed her lips to the
firm flesh she had been rubbing.  "I love your body.  I
missed this long thin body so much."
     
     Shontay was sighing and moaning almost unconsciously.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled drowsily.  "You
liar," she sighed softly.  "If you keep this up, I'll fall
asleep and there won't be any fun."
     
     Laura leaned up a little further so that her lips could
reach Shontay's ear.  Her breasts now mashed more forcefully
into Shontay's naked back, and she slithered her tongue into
the marvelous molasses-colored whorl.  "There's going to be
fun you wouldn't believe, darling," she breathed.  "You
didn't know I'm the jealous type.  I'm going to put those
French girls in the shade."
     
     Shontay shivered and giggled throatily and writhed a
little under Laura's body.
     
     "And if you fall asleep, I know just how to wake you
up."
     
     "I'll bet you do," Shontay smiled.
     
     She tried to turn and get up to face Laura, but Laura
was having none of it.  "I'm not finished.  Lie still.  I
haven't even got down half of this incredible back."
     
     For the next five minutes Laura explored every silky
inch of tawny, honey-colored flesh on Shontay's back,
working from the top to the bottom, kissing and rubbing and
stroking Shontay's long, smooth muscles, until her lips
finally reached the wonderful shallow dimples above the
girl's delicious, up-jutting bottom.  For a tall, thin
woman, Shontay had, as Laura had remarked in the past, a
spectacular ass.  Apart from her singular aloof and
imperious beauty, the first thing Laura had noticed about
Shontay was this magnificent little rump, which had been
clearly visible in its outlines even under the drab, severe
business pants suits Shontay had always worn until Laura
persuaded her to give them a rest.
     
     It was high and firm and out-curved, the way Laura
loved them, not large, not pendulous, but a high, tight
little butt that Laura just ached to kiss, stroke, and bite.
And now she had an opportunity again to do just that.  She
knew it had driven Shontay wild in the past, and she
intended for history to repeat itself.
     
     "I love your ass," she murmured, pulling Shontay's
panties down to reveal it.  "God, I love your ass."
     
     Shontay said nothing but squirmed a little with her
hips to lift her ass up even more, knowing how besotted
Laura always was with it.  Laura had pulled Shontay's
panties halfway down her thighs and decided now just to take
them completely off.  She kissed the upper slopes of
Shontay's buns while doing it, then flung them off the bed
and passionately attacked Shontay's beautiful bottom for
real, squeezing and sucking and kissing Shontay's firm
golden cheeks until Shontay was gasping and wriggling.
     
     "Oh . . . oh . . . oh god, Laura . . . oh god that
feels so good . . . oh yesssss!"
     
     "I love your ass," Laura panted.  "And I love your
sweet pussy . . ."
     
     She couldn't keep her hand off it.  Even though she was
mouth-mauling Shontay's beautiful ass, she dipped one hand
under it and rubbed the wet, swollen lips of Shontay's pussy
with the tips of all her fingers.  Shontay undulated under
her caresses, panting more and more uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she twisted her body and sat up, forcing Laura to
the side, so that they were again face to face.
     
     "You . . . don't get to have all the fun . . ." she
panted, her marvelous pale brown eyes fiery and glazed.
     
     "I thought you were having fun," Laura teased.
     
     Shontay grabbed her forcefully and pulled Laura down on
the bed with her.  "I am.  I want you too.  I didn't call
you up just so you could . . . do that.  I want some too.  I
want your body too."
     
     Laura smiled warmly at her.  "So nice to be wanted.  I
suppose you want me to get out of these."
     
     She pointed to her own panties as she slid them down
off her legs.  Shontay watched intently, then purposely put
her hand between Laura's thighs, as Laura had done to her, a
shocking gesture from the usually shy and somewhat inhibited
girl.  The new Shontay, Laura thought.  Aggressive.  Knows
what she wants.
     
     "That's better," Shontay murmured, still touching
Laura's wet pussy, but with her other arm encircling Laura's
neck, bringing her face close for another hot, wet tongue
kiss.
     
     They started slowly, kissing sensually and rubbing each
other's pussy gently, though insistently, but the heat level
slowly grew until they were groping harder and sucking each
other's lips, clanking teeth, panting and mewling.  Both
were so wet and aroused that Laura wondered how either one
could last another minute.  She herself was notoriously
quick to come at a moment like this, the first time, when
they had both just got naked and were groping and sucking
and rubbing together.  But Shontay was different-or at least
she had been in the past-and rarely came quickly or easily.
     
     At the moment, however, it seemed like she might come
at any second.  Low, helpless gurgles of sexual excitement
came from deep in her throat as Laura massaged her swollen,
greasy cunt with two fingers, swirling them over Shontay's
clit, which she knew was a tiny pinkish jewel and still
hidden under its protective hood.  Laura had sucked and
tongued this pussy she was rubbing so many times in a
rapture of wild sexual worship that she knew it well, and
was loving the process of getting reacquainted.
     
     "Unhh!  Ungghrrrmmm!" Shontay half-growled, her body
sagging momentarily in Laura's embrace.
     
     But even though they both seemed to be close, there was
always a part of Laura that didn't want it to happen fast.
She loved holding Shontay's thin, angular, naked body
against hers.  She loved the feel of Shontay's small but
very firm breasts pushing into her own excited flesh, and
she was hungry to get her mouth once again on those
marvelous quarter-sized dark caramel nipples.  She wanted to
taste the wonderful flavors of this delicious small slit she
was now rubbing heatedly.  She knew there would be time,
there would be time enough for all of this, but she somehow
wanted it all now, as usual succumbing to her impossible
desires, her need to consume and ingest and inhale her
present lover.
     
     "Unhh!  Ungghrrrmmm!" Shontay groaned again, this time
a little more desperately.
     
     "Oh god . . . honey . . . I think I might come!" Laura
gasped into her cheek, letting her mouth fall to Shontay's
bare shoulder, nipping it lightly in her frenzy.
     
     Shontay was similarly overcome but not so lost that she
couldn't smile mysteriously down at Laura and move her hand
more swiftly in Laura's crotch.  "Good," she panted, "do
it."
     
     "Ohhhnnngggg!" Laura gasped, feeling it arrive whether
she wanted it yet or not.  "Oh god . . . unngghhhh . . .
aauunnnggghhhh!  Mnnnnggggauugghhnnn!"
     
     She couldn't stop herself and came in a quick,
wrenching spasm that threw her body off balance so that she
fell to the mattress, pulling Shontay down with her,
straining and shuddering through the last few jolts.
Miraculously, her hand was still fastened to Shontay's
pussy, and she rubbed it again excitedly.
     
     "Want you to come too . . ." she gasped into Shontay's
shoulder.  "Want you to come."
     
     "Oh!" Shontay gasped, thrusting with her hips.  "Oh . .
. unnnn!  Laura . . . yes!"
     
     "Are you there?"
     
     "Oh!  Oh . . . almost," Shontay grimaced, pumping hard,
her fingers biting into Laura's arm.  "Unnngghh!" she
groaned, her face contorted, her body hard and tense.
     
     For some reason, Laura was flooded with a fresh influx
of sexual frenzy, probably from knowing that she was about
to make Shontay come.  There was a shiny spot of her own
spittle left between Shontay's wonderful honey-gold shoulder
and her neck, left there when Laura had bitten it just
before coming herself.  She immediately opened her mouth and
sucked this piece of Shontay's flesh back into it, sliding
two fingers up into Shontay's inflamed wet pussy and fucking
her frantically with them.  Next she sucked her way up to
Shontay's long, smooth, aristocratic neck, then to her
earlobe, which she nipped lustfully.
     
     "Oh god, I love to fuck you!" she whispered,
remembering how dirty talk had always ignited Shontay's most
violent orgasms.
     
     Shontay's thin, long, flexing thighs clenched a little,
and her body jumped in a sharp spasm.  "Anngghiiee!" a tight
squeal escaped from her throat.
     
     Laura, knowing she was coming, pinned her to the bed,
rolling on top of her and hand-fucking her relentlessly.
Another hard flinch, and then Shontay went into quick,
spastic convulsions, whinnying softly deep in her chest.
Her long, angular body undulated under Laura's, and her
muscles contracted in a rolling rhythm of quick orgasmic
fluttering.
     
     "Oh!  Ohhnnnnnnn!  Ohnnnnnn . . . god, Laura, god . . .
ohhnnnnnnn!" she moaned, clenching, sighing and gurgling for
a long minute, then coming out of it almost as quickly as
Laura had come out of her own climax.
     
     Laura's had been quick and explosive, while Shontay's
had been rolling thunder, but both were humbled and stunned
by the aftermath, and they melted together effortlessly,
sighing and laughing softly and stroking each other as the
sweet waning spasms died away.  Laura kissed her neck again,
and her shoulder, and licked them both, unable to get enough
of this rich, smooth, tawny golden skin.
     
     "My, that was quick," she murmured, still half-
breathless, into Shontay's delicious, silky, caf,-au-lait
colored throat.
     
     "I think it was a record for me," Shontay grinned, also
panting softly, kissing Laura back on her forehead.  She
yawned.  "You'll have to forgive me if I fall asleep.  Long
flight.  Jet lag."
     
     "I'll bet I can keep you awake," Laura nuzzled her,
dropping her face down Shontay's smooth upper chest to her
marvelous little teacup breasts, which she was not going to
deprive herself of any longer.  "For a while, at least."
     
     Shontay smiled drowsily, watching Laura's tongue snake
out to lick one of her beautiful bulging caramel nipples.
"I forgot how you like to rut and rut."
     
     "You mean fuck and fuck?"
     
     "Whatever.  Ohhhhnnnn . . . god, that feels good.  Do
the other one too?"
     
     "Mmmm, like this?"
     
     "Yesss!"
     
     Laura treasured these beautiful little mounds and made
love to them both with exquisite skill, licking and tonguing
Shontay's dark, thick nipples, then sucking and even nipping
them, until they were stiff and rubbery and wet and shiny
like dark plums, darker now that she had been sucking them
and drawing blood into them.  She slid up to kiss Shontay
again while pinching Shontay's wet nipples with her fingers,
scissoring them lightly, twisting them, squeezing the girl's
small breasts and slithering her tongue deep into Shontay's
mouth.
     
     "Are you going to let me fuck you again before you fall
asleep?" she teased, nibbling Shontay's earlobe.  "You love
it when I talk dirty to you, don't you."
     
     "Oui, mademoiselle," Shontay smiled sexily, drowsily.
"I love it when you 'fuck' me . . . and also when you tell
me you're going to 'fuck' me."
     
     As always, Shontay was very skittish about using the
'F' word and isolated it playfully from the rest of her
words for Laura's benefit.
     
     "You know," Laura said, "I brought along a little
surprise.  I don't know if you'll go for it . . . but . . ."
     
     She hopped off the bed in a fit of happiness and
enthusiasm.  Shontay was so different: so receptive, still a
little sharp, it was true, but mainly sweet and sensual and
beautiful and relaxed with Laura.  Was this what having
three French lovers could do for you?
     
     Laura popped across the room to her small overnight bag
and extracted the strap-on dildo.  She had not brought the
Double Penetrator, feeling that was a little overboard for a
woman to whom she had never even broached the subject of a
strap-on before.  Just the single ridged brown beauty that
could take you to paradise when fastened to the right
person.
     
     Shontay looked at it with wry curiosity as Laura
returned to the bed with it.  "Oh god, I can't believe it.
You really have one of those.  Excuse me, I can believe it."
     
     Laura presented it, so that Shontay could run her
fingertip along the ridges.  "This will make you die,
honey."
     
     Shontay gave her a quizzical look.  "Are you going to
use that on me?"
     
     This was not the way Laura would have put it herself,
and Shontay's attitude suddenly made her feel chagrined.
She pulled back the dildo slowly, winding the harness straps
around it as if she were preparing to put it back.  "Not . .
. necessarily," she stammered.  "I mean . . . of course not
if you don't want to."
     
     Shontay realized that she had somehow embarrassed
Laura.  In the past she might have gloried in this
opportunity for scorn, but now she was more pliant and warm.
"Let me see it again."
     
     She held out her hand.  Laura put the dildo, wrapped in
the harness straps, into it.  Shontay unwrapped it and
caressed it again, this time more fascinated than semi-
appalled.  "You know . . ." she said, almost hesitantly, as
if she were being careful not to hurt Laura's feelings.
"Like I told you, I have this guy in France.  Named Michel.
He . . . you know . . . does me like that.  Whenever I let
him.  It isn't really what I was looking for with you."
     
     Laura smiled and reached out to take the dildo back.
"I understand perfectly," she said.  "It was only a thought.
Shoot, I just enjoy kissing you.  And pushing my body
against yours.  I don't need this thing.  It was just a
passing idea."
     
     She crossed the room and put it back into her small
bag.  When she returned, Shontay had uncoiled her long,
lanky, thin, and to Laura gorgeous light brown body, so that
she was stretched out full length across the bed, from top
to bottom, propping her head on one hand, smiling at Laura
in a mysterious way, her phenomenal pale brown eyes flecked
with glowing embers of sex that Laura remembered seeing
there in the past.  Her hair, earlier in soft billows around
her head and cheeks, was now mussed and askew and fluffed
out, making her look wildly sensual and fiercely desirable
to Laura.
     
     "Let me tell you something," Shontay murmured, as Laura
rejoined her on the bed, stretching out to face her, but
scooting up too, since Shontay was about four inches taller
than she was.  "You know what I keep remembering?  That time
when we did it in my Daddy's armchair.  Remember that?"
     
     "How could I ever forget it," Laura rolled her eyes up.
"I don't think I've ever had such a hot experience."
     
     Shontay laughed.  "Me either.  I couldn't look at that
chair afterward.  Every time I would visit them, I'd just
have to keep from looking at it.  Or if I were there alone,
feeding Willie, I'd just act like it didn't exist.  You
know, make wide circles around it, while looking up at the
ceiling.  I was afraid if I looked at it, I start creaming
my panties, or panting, or whimpering, or something."
     
     Laura leaned forward and kissed her, a long, romantic,
tongue-entangling kiss.  "Do you feel like you want to do
that again?" she whispered.
     
     Without answering, Shontay let her eyes drift across
the large hotel room to the easy chair by the window.  It
was a taut, upholstered maroon chair with sturdy thick arms.
The instant Laura saw it she realized that it might be even
better for the purpose than Mr. Gibson's worn overstuffed
monster where they had first done this.
     
     "I'm only afraid I'll scream so loud that the hotel
staff will try to break in to save me," Shontay confessed
charmingly.
     
     "Mmmm, we can probably come up with a solution for
that," Laura said, scooting forward as she kissed her again,
so that she could feel the entire length of their naked
bodies pressing together, a sensation that always made her
head suddenly light.
     
     Now that she knew their ultimate destination, Laura
could take her time.  She knew what Shontay wanted, she knew
where they would end up, but for the moment she could take
her pleasure with Shontay's marvelous, smooth, slender body.
Shontay rarely came quickly anyway, and certainly not the
second time, so that Laura could make the most of this
opportunity and bring the girl to the absolute brink before
dragging her across the room to the chair for a final loving
rape.
     
     "Are you going to let me suck your beautiful pussy
first?" Laura murmured against her soft light brown cheek.
"Such a beautiful pussy . . . your little chatte noire, and
you waste it all on those lucky French girls and that guy
Michel, when here I am dying for it . . . dying to slide my
tongue right up into it . . ."
     
     While she was murmuring softly to Shontay, she was also
descending with her mouth and hands down the girl's long,
angular, naked body, nuzzling her flesh, sucking her dark
caramel nipples again, still descending, kissing every inch
of Shontay's long midriff, every silky soft ridge of long
muscle, every inch of smooth, downy skin, every rise of
surfacing rib, until her lips reached the upper edge of
Shontay's raven-black pubic patch, which she felt bristling
against her chin.  The ripe, musky perfumes of Shontay's
aroused cunt filled her nostrils.
     
     During this slow descent, Shontay sighed and twisted,
growing more aroused the lower that Laura went, knowing her
ultimate goal, knowing that this was only preliminary to
Laura's mouth on her pussy, driving her to new heights of
need.  She said nothing but looked down her long body at
Laura's mouth on her flesh, at Laura's tongue burrowing into
her navel, at Laura's fingers gently pinching and kneading
her erect nipples.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!  Unhhhhh!  Ungghh!" she finally groaned as
Laura's lips reached the swollen, spreading petals of her
gaping pussy.
     
     As Laura now remembered, though everything about
Shontay was long-her arms, her legs, her waist, her glorious
back, her entire body-and her skin was the color of pale
sage honey, her pussy lips were actually very black, and her
pussy itself was small, not long at all, a snug little
glistening magenta slot, all juicy and wet inside, her labia
swollen and gaping.  Laura wasted no time in pouring her
worship all over it.
     
     She sucked and tongued and licked it for about five
minutes, at first going slowly, not wanting to accelerate
Shontay's arousal too quickly, instead letting it percolate
and simmer, avoiding Shontay's clit until the later stages.
Finally, with her thumbs she spread open the small hood
concealing the magic bead, which in Shontay's case was tiny
but extremely sensitive.  Laura licked it carefully,
watching Shontay's face as the girl grimaced with pleasure
and whimpered.
     
     "Unnhhhh!  Oh!  Unnhhhh . . . oh Laura!"
     
     "Mmmm, I don't want you to come yet . . . because I'm
going to fuck you in the chair.  Remember?" Laura murmured
softly to her, taking great care now not to arouse her past
the breaking point, though she knew it was unlikely Shontay
would come too fast.
     
     But this calculation proved to be premature.  After
passionately licking and sucking Shontay's small, beautiful
pussy for three or four minutes she realized that Shontay
was getting close, very close, far closer than she had
expected.  Shontay whimpered, mewling softly and helplessly,
her hips swirling, her pelvis occasionally quaking, her
fingers fluttering around her nipples, then twisting them
absently as she gasped, her bleary eyes rolling upward.
Laura could recognize the signs, and the last thing she
wanted-and she knew the last thing Shontay wanted-was for
her to come before they got over to the chair.  There were,
after all, a finite number of orgasms they could have,
especially when Shontay was so exhausted and jet lagged, and
they both yearned for that one.
     
     Laura pulled back, not abruptly, not wishing to disturb
the flow of Shontay's increasingly urgent sexual rhythms,
but slowly, kissing her tense thighs, then her smooth, flat
belly, sliding upward until she held her and they were face
to face.
     
     "Come with me, ma cherie," she murmured to her, kissing
her cheek, her ear. "Come with me to the chair.  Laura is
going to fuck your pretty pussy to heaven."
     
     Shontay's lovely pale brown eyes were glazed, her
breath coming quickly, her mouth slack, but she managed a
wry smile.  "Oui . . . mademoiselle," she said, her eyelids
heavy, quickly sitting up and following Laura off the bed as
Laura pulled her by the hand.
     
     They crossed the room to the chair, which Laura tugged
out a little from the wall to make it more accessible.
     
     "Laura . . . I'm going to scream.  I know I am,"
Shontay said again.  "I'm so damned horny, even after that
first one.  God, you got me all worked up, girl."
     
     "Don't worry about a thing, darling," Laura reassured
her, turning her and placing her in the chair.  "I'm going
to kiss you so hard you can scream right into my mouth.  No
one will hear a thing but me.  And I want to hear it."
     
     Since they had done this before, though months earlier,
Shontay knew how to place herself, and Laura only had to
assist her.  Shontay lay back in the chair at nearly a forty-
five degree angle, with her magnificent tight little rump
perched on the very edge of the cushion, her lovely small
black pussy splayed and inflamed and upturned, the wet red
inner flesh raw and shiny with juices.  Her amazingly long
legs she propped over the arms, spreading her thighs so
widely that it was the easiest thing in the world for Laura
to climb on top of her and straddle the arms of the chair
with her own thighs, also spreading her own groin enough for
her throbbing cunt to press directly down onto Shontay's.
     
     The sensation of their wet, warm, raw inner cunt flesh
touching sent them both into temporary paroxysms of sexual
pleasure.
     
     Shontay stiffened and shuddered a little.  "Unhhhhh!
Oh shit . . . oh merde!" she giggled.  "I forgot how good
that feels."
     
     Laura leaned forward and placed both hands on the back
of the chair, remembering how this gave her almost ferocious
leverage for fucking.  This could be sweet, could be gentle,
but it was likely to be fierce and explosive instead, as it
had been last time.  After they had done it in Shontay's
father's chair, Shontay had accused Laura, though playfully,
of having raped her.  She had of course enjoyed the entire
ride, and she appeared to be enjoying this one too.
     
     "Unhh!  Unhhh!" she grunted softly as Laura, now
beginning to move her body up and down, slid her pussy
across Shontay's slippery, gaping little slit.
     
     "Ohhnngg!" Laura groaned, throwing back her head.
     
     She too had forgotten the sheer intensity that this
position could summon.  With her arms extended over
Shontay's head, her hands gripping the back of the chair,
her naked breasts swished in Shontay's face.  Shontay's
hands quickly came up to them, as she had done their first
time, squeezing Laura's breasts and immediately feeding one
of Laura's aching nipples into her mouth.  She sucked it
hungrily.
     
     "Auunngghh!" Laura half-growled, hissing with sharp
pleasure.  "Oh yes!"
     
     For a brief few seconds which seemed elongated and
stretched out into long minutes, they slowly moved their wet
pussies together while Shontay sucked Laura's nipple as well
as a large chunk of Laura's small breast entirely into her
mouth, holding it there while they rocked slowly together,
their hips gyrating in perfect union, slowly and patiently
and relentlessly.  Oh god, it's going to be even better than
the first time! Laura thought wildly, feeling her body
course and throb with fire and complete yearning for this
magnificent, thin, and temperamental woman.
     
     She buried her face in Shontay's frazzled, fluffed up
hair, inhaling the clean, sweet odor of her scalp, gasping
as she felt the slippery flesh of their cunts sliding
together, intermingled with their tangled crotch hair, their
clits occasionally rubbing in a way that made them both
wince.
     
     "Ungghhhh . . . oh god . . . I forgot how much I love
to fuck you, Shontay . . ." Laura panted, pushing her
tingling breast hard into Shontay's face.  "Suck it hard.
Harder!"
     
     Shontay, while groaning and whimpering as Laura jammed
her cunt into her crotch rhythmically, was also making
sloppy, wet, sucking sounds as she slurped and mouth-mauled
Laura's nipples, and somehow these wonderfully obscene
noises ratcheted up Laura's lust to an even higher notch.
Her nipples were on fire, and she even dropped one hand from
the top of the chair to Shontay's head, pulling it from
behind, forcing Shontay's mouth even harder into her breast.
     
     "Bite it . . ." she gasped, losing control briefly,
consumed by the fiery urge to obliterate them both in a
volcanic uprush of coming.  "Oh yes . . . auunngghhh!"
     
     Shontay would bite, but never very hard, as Laura knew.
She let her teeth sink a little more into Laura's throbbing
nipple, then a little more, and Laura suddenly realized that
if they kept this up she herself was going to come in
seconds.  Just in response to Shontay's teeth she was
rearing and gurgling and digging her fingers into Shontay's
silky flesh, groaning and at the same time fighting back the
surging waves of an inevitable orgasm.
     
     Oh no!  Not so fast . . . not so fast! she told
herself, wrenching herself back into self-control, slowing
the pace dramatically.
     
     "Oh noooooo . . . I don't want it to be over," she
moaned to Shontay, pulling her breast out of Shontay's
mouth, leaning down to hastily kiss her forehead, now
glowing with a thin film of sweat.  "I don't want it to be
over too fast!"
     
     Shontay, eyes glazed, smiled up at her dreamily.
Without replying, she began undulating her pelvis again, so
that their pussies again pressed together.  Her pale brown
eyes held Laura's, solemn and deadly serious, as if this
moment of intimacy were the only thing that mattered in the
universe at this instant.  Finally, she managed to control
her rapid breathing enough to speak to Laura, a soft,
labored gasp.
     
     "I . . . don't . . . either," she panted.
     
     For Laura at least, this was the point at which the
emotional content of their encounter began to deepen and
expand.  Something about Shontay's eyes holding hers like
that stirred awake in them both a recollection of the
deeper, complex feelings they had once had for each other,
never 'love' in any real sense, but certainly a kind of
fierce attraction-repulsion that was in some ways deeper
than love.  In the grip of this sudden spell, they had
slowed the tempo of their fucking down to a careful, patient
grind, which had the advantage of making each minuscule
sensation magnified and piquant, so that the slipperiness of
their wet pussies sliding together now filled them both with
an almost unbearably emotional as well as sexual pleasure.
     
     For the moment Shontay had stopped sucking Laura's
breasts, which however still dangled in her face.  Instead,
she reached up with both hands to hold them, still never
letting her eyes leave Laura's.  For several minutes they
gyrated together, and the only sound in the room was the
chuffing of their labored breathing.  But their feelings
seemed to throb and swell and pulse as much as their bodies,
and Laura could not prevent herself from momentarily
stopping their slow grind to lower her mouth to Shontay's
and drink it thirstily.
     
     It was hard to thrust while they were kissing, but
Shontay started moving her hips again in the middle of the
kiss, and Laura responded, gyrating back.  This quickly
became so arousing that they had to stop kissing, and were
panting hard, but Laura's face was still close.  Shontay
reached up with one hand, dropping one of Laura's breasts,
and spread away the filaments of Laura's hair that had
become stuck to her sweaty forehead.  It was a very tender
gesture that wrenched Laura's heart, so frequently had they
fought and snarled at each other in the past.
     
     "Are you going to 'fuck' me, mademoiselle?" Shontay
whispered hoarsely, her pale brown eyes now flecked with
excited sparks, swirling and pulsing, as if she were not
going to last much longer and was asking for the final
stroke.  "Are you going to rape me, like before?"
     
     Laura smiled, panting seriously now.  "Is that what you
want me to do?" she gasped in a hoarse whisper of her own.
     
     Again not letting Laura's eyes leave hers, Shontay
nodded slowly.  "I think I'm pretty close."
     
     "God, I know I sure am," Laura gasped, kissing her
again savagely before beginning to accelerate their grinding
and slow pumping.
     
     They knew they were both heading for the same goal, and
that it was very close, which encouraged them to pour it on,
and they began fucking more energetically and roughly than
they had up to now.  Laura pushed her slippery wet pussy
down sharply into Shontay's inflamed seam, grunting softly
and jabbing forward with her hips, grabbing the back of the
chair hard for leverage, fucking her like a man would fuck
her, roughly, hungrily, demandingly, completely.
     
     For her part, Shontay, though whimpering and mewling
and definitely the one underneath, who was being the
recipient of this fierce love assault, flexed her body and
gyrated her cunt up into Laura's too, meeting each of
Laura's thrusts with her own, gasping and groaning as their
physical struggle became almost too intense for either of
them to bear.  Now she had both hands again on Laura's
small, swirling breasts, squeezing them, then voraciously
feeding Laura's nipples, first one, then the other, into her
mouth, sucking them sharply, deeply.
     
     "Unnnunnnn . . . unnnunnnnn . . ." Laura heard herself
moaning, her voice sounding completely demented as she
pushed her breasts into Shontay's face and rabbit-jabbed the
girl's warm, runny pussy with her own oozing slit.  "Ohhngg!
Yesssss . . . bite it . . . yesss!  Unngghh!"
     
     "Aunngghh!  Oh god . . . Laura!" Shontay gasped, her
thin, angular body arching and quivering under Laura's, as
if she were losing control.
     
     "You're going to come now . . . you're going to come .
. . now . . . now . . ." Laura panted deliriously to her,
leaning forward, but still thrusting and pumping more wildly
than ever, grunting, digging her fingers into the upholstery
of the chair, jamming her cunt into Shontay's, feeling her
own climax surge up inside her body.  "Now . . . now . . .
you're going to come now . . . NOW!"
     
     "Yaaunngngggg!" a savage, clotted cry tore itself out
of Shontay's throat.
     
     In the space of a few seconds her long, lean body went
stiff, then went crazy, flipping and jackknifing almost off
the chair.  Laura, who was coming herself, was barely able
to keep their bodies from separating, but she did it by
dropping her arms from the top of the chair and embracing
Shontay with them hard, mashing their bodies together, then
shuddering and undulating herself as a soaring, gushing
explosion of an orgasm wracked her own flesh.
     
     "Ohnnnnmmmnngggg!  Auunggghhhhh!" Laura groaned,
shaking and clenching as a supreme climax wrenched her body
almost too much for her to enjoy the cataclysmic nature of
Shontay's.
     
     For a moment it sounded to her like they were giving
each other a chance to yell.  After Shontay's initial
outburst was ripped from her throat, she went silent, except
for furious gasping and panting.  Her body was gripped by
fierce convulsions that precluded anything but mute
expressions of deep physical rapture.  The first jolts of
Laura's climax shook and throttled her, but soon waned
enough for the agonizing groans of release that had just
flowed out of her lungs to surface.  As they began to die
away she remembered that Shontay had feared crying out too
loudly, and that she herself had promised to prevent it.
     
     "Oh honey . . . oh honey!" she gasped, grabbing
Shontay's lolling head in both hands and pushing her mouth
into the girl's just as Shontay erupted in a piercing scream
of ecstasy.  At least it would have been piercing, Laura
knew, had it issued directly into the hotel room, but
instead it was blocked by her open mouth.  She swallowed
Shontay's screams of pleasure, and for Laura it somehow made
the entire experience more intense than ever, as if she were
swallowing Shontay's orgasm at the same time that it was
raking and wrenching Shontay's body.
     
     "Mmmnnggrrrrnngghmmmnngghhbbrrr!" Shontay shrieked into
Laura's mouth, her body still clenching and jackknifing as
each shattering spasm of her climax ripped through her.
"Aunnmmmgggh!  Unnnmmrrrggghhh!"
     
     Just as quickly as her screams had arrived, they
departed, slacking off into soft, helpless mewling.  The
fiercest moment was past.  Since they were both having
trouble breathing in this odd, bent position, and also in
danger of getting muscle cramps from the violent jerking and
flexing they had both been undergoing, Laura quickly pulled
back and slid to the slid, climbing awkwardly over one arm
of the chair to give Shontay more freedom of movement.
     
     But Shontay, though blasted and destroyed by her
pulverizing orgasm, grabbed Laura's hand, looking up in a
dazed, stunned way at her.  "Oh no . . . don't leave me."
     
     Laura smiled and stopped.  She slid halfway back into
the chair, again on top of Shontay, but pressing against her
more gingerly now, and half-supporting herself on the chair
arm instead of Shontay's relaxed, ravished body.  "I wasn't
going to leave you," she explained softly.  "Just ease up so
you didn't get a cramp.  Or me, either."
     
     Shontay smiled wanly.  "Come here and kiss me.  I don't
care if I get a cramp."
     
     Laura leaned forward and kissed her more lovingly than
she believed she had ever done.  The new Shontay.  All hair-
mussed and glassy-eyed and smiling dreamily after a stunning
orgasm.  Her long, smooth, light brown, angular body naked
and warm against Laura's.  Shontay kissed back with more
emotion than before.  Good thing you live in France now,
darling, Laura thought, or we'd be right back into the
thicket we were in before you left.
     
     "You are so sexy," Laura whispered against her smooth
cheek, "that I think I could come again if I could just lie
stretched out with you on the bed.  You know, before you go
to sleep.  I am such a greedy little pig for your beautiful
body."
     
     Ever flattered by Laura's praise of her thin, somewhat
bony body, Shontay grinned and flirted.  "You sure are," she
laughed softly, tickled by Laura's frank lechery.  "You
already came twice."
     
     "You inspire me," Laura nuzzled her long, aristocratic
neck.
     
     Slowly, they disentangled themselves and Laura helped
Shontay up from the chair.  Shontay began yawning before she
was on her feet, raising the back of one hand to her mouth.
"Okay . . . but I don't know if I can make it myself," she
sighed, still half-yawning.  "Two is about my limit.  And
I'm exhausted.  You really raped me again."
     
     Her eyes twinkled at Laura.
     
     Laura drew her back over the bed, and they stretched
out face to face on it.  "I hope you don't think I forced
myself on you," she teased.
     
     Shontay smiled and caressed Laura's cheek with her
fingertips.  "You can rape me like that any time you get the
chance," she whispered.  "You know, I tried that with one of
my girlfriends in France.  Not the chair thing . . . but
just pussy to pussy.  We couldn't come.  Either one of us.
It was fun, though.  But we couldn't come.  I kept
remembering, Shit, every time I did this with Laura we both
came."
     
     Laura thought about it a moment.  "Maybe it has to do
with the build-up.  You know, how long it takes you to get
there.  What you do before.  How wound tight you are."
     
     "Probably," Shontay nodded.  "Anyway, thanks.  I really
needed that.  I'd been thinking about it for months."
     
     "Me too," Laura lied.  Though if she had known Shontay
would reappear in her life, she might have been thinking
about it, she reasoned.
     
     "Really?" Shontay beamed.
     
     Laura nodded.  "I really missed you.  I was very upset
that you left without telling me."
     
     A trace of the old scorn passed over Shontay's face.
"A likely story.  You were busy with that skinny teenager
with the braids."
     
     "She wasn't a teenager," Laura pouted.  "I'm always
perfectly legal."
     
     "Liar!"  But Shontay was smiling.  In the past she
would have been excoriating Laura on the spot for her
various peccadilloes.
     
     Laura pulled her naked body close again and playfully
tickled her armpits.  "When your hair gets all messed up
like that, it just makes me want to fuck you forever," she
breathed into Shontay's perfect light brown ear.
     
     "I told you I can't come again.  Too tired.  But go
ahead, do whatever it takes you to get off.  I'm your slave
for love.  And lust.  Just use me and let me fall asleep."
She winked.  "We can make it again when I wake up, which if
past trips are any indication, will be about three-thirty
a.m."
     
     Laura's face fell.  "You make me sound so . . . so
disgusting and lecherous."
     
     Shontay laughed, throwing back her head.  "If the shoe
fits . . ."
     
     "All right, that's it.  No more for you."  Laura sat up
and crossed her arms over her naked breasts.  "I might not
even be here when you wake up."
     
     Shontay grinned and pulled Laura down next to her
again.  "Want to bet?"
     
     Laura smirked and laughed, trying not to.  "Kiss me,
you angel," she murmured.  "If you had been this nice a long
time ago, the girl in the braids would never have caught my
eye."
     
     "Touch,, mademoiselle," Shontay murmured back, again
spreading the hair away from Laura's sticky forehead before kissing
her very emotionally.
     
     After the kiss they dozed and cuddled, and soon Shontay
was actually asleep, as she had promised.  Laura must have
watched her for half an hour before nodding off herself.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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downloaded via FTP at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura.
The chapters are now also available in html format at
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  c
Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2004.  It is unlawful to
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