       Laura - Chapter 309
       
       
       
       
       An old poet had written somewhere that an only daughter is a needle of the heart.  Laura had read the poem in college and completely forgotten the context but had come to think of Randi that way during their long, torrid, up-and-down relationship.  A needle of her heart.  A needle in her heart.  That face.  She didnt know if Randi had that effect on others.  Among Lauras acquaintances, only Rhonda had slept with Randi; in fact, the three of them had danced a painful minuet  trois for over a year, Lauras heart being truly skewered by the needle throughout.  And Kim once, when they had a hot little threesome fuck party.  And Nate Rogers, an attorney in the companys legal division, had been fortunate enough to sink his huge black dick (Randis description) in various orifices of her thrilling long svelte black body more times than Laura wanted to know about.
       
       She didnt know if any of them felt about Randi, and Randis exquisite face, the way she herself felt, and so the erotic power it had over her might be unique, though she found it hard to believe that.  Just looking at Randis face, or remembering it, would make her wet.  In the days before Sara and now Makeeda, Laura had been desperately in love with several girls, and Randi had been one.  She had been flirtatious and promiscuous and sassy and double-crossing and nasty and fiery in bed, and the emotional roller coaster she had taken Laura for a ride on was something Laura could only look back on with awe and envy that she had been once capable of such an adventure.
       
       But that face!  Every girl and woman Laura had romanced was beautiful to her, and each had her unique, exquisite physical features, as well as her own secret key to Lauras heart and her endlessly throbbing pussy; but none of them had a face quite equal to Randis in its power to draw her in, to suck her in, to reduce her to a naked, almost painful longing and a sharp, gnawing need to possess her, to ravish her beautiful face with kisses and consume her body until that gorgeous face was riven and torn by raptures and excruciating ecstasies that only Laura could confer.
       
       This, of course, had got her into lots of trouble at the time, since Randi had been quite happy to let others also generate those thrilling ecstasies, causing Laura shocking jealousy and pain.  She had also been liberal with her scorn of Lauras other lovers, especially Deshona, whom she had called that dwarf, or sometimes that Neegro dwarf. It had been a period of great emotional turmoil as well as scorching sex, and Laura could not help feeling relieved that it was in the past.  She had now moved beyond such paralyzing seizures of jealousy, even with women she loved far more deeply than she had ever loved Randior had she really moved on?  Saras fling with the nurse had put a terminal kibosh on their relationship, for Laura, who could not bear it; and Makeeda had not really challenged Lauras possessiveness yet by a real or even an imagined dalliancebut remembering that time could still cause her pulse to flutter with vague anxiety and sexual excitement.
       
       All these reflections came to her in a flash as she prepared to attend a trade show on behalf of her company in Charlotte, North Carolina, where Randi had moved abruptly about a year and a half earlier, after apparently deciding that her complex sexual affairs with Laura, Rhonda, and Nate were getting her nowhere fast.  She had been raised in Charlotte, and some person from her earlier life had offered her a job there.  Sensingcorrectly, Laura could now acknowledgethat nothing more permanent than the merciless merry-go-round of spiteful sexual betrayal and exuberant making up she and Laura were entangled in would ever happen, she had accepted and happily, almost flippantly, left Laura (and Rhonda, and Nate) in the lurch.  Laura, at least (she could not vouch for the others) had heard zip from her ever since.
       
       And yet on their last time together, the day before Randi departed for good, when the sex was so hot that both of them wondered if they were wise to give it all up like thisLaura for Sara, whom she was convinced she had lost but could never surrender, this being just after Lauras grievous mistake with Dee Dee, Saras sister; and Randi for her new job in Charlottethey had bantered about how they would visit one another and their relationship would improve due to the distance now put between them.  They had not, Laura realized now with deep chagrin, even phoned each other to chat.  Randi had simply disappeared from her life.
       
       Oh god, shed probably hate me if I called, now that Im coming there to Charlotte.  Shes probably deep in one or more relationships, knowing her and her hot little twat, and will deeply resent my intrusions.  And yet, how could I go there if I couldnt see her?  In Lauras minds eye she could picture that face, that face, that needle through her heart.  Framed by long, swishy braids, sometimes thick ones, sometimes thin and extra long, with beads or gold thread in them, the angelic little curves at the corners of her enchanting mouth sending thrills down to your heels.  Sometimes she would take the braids down and her black hair would swirl in frothy billows around the edges of her face, a totally different look, just as heart-piercing as the braids.  And she would tease Laura that Laura loved it because now it felt like she was fucking an entirely different girl.
       
       And she was right.  Laura did feel that way.  Two enchanting women, though each a little shallow, in one breathtaking body with one stunningly beautiful face.  At this moment in her reveries she almost picked up the phone to call Randi but then remembered that since they had not communicated at all, she did not even have a phone number where she could reach her.  And so, as if to derail this whole tangled misadventure before it could even commence, she decided to go downstairs and out to the little alley where the sandwich shop was and flirt with Bonnie, as a way of getting Randi off her mind.
       
       This in itself had little prospect of success since she and Bonnie had never exchanged more than two words, and Lauras radar told her in no uncertain terms that the girl was about as straight as you could be.  Still, it was a change of pace, and she needed one.
       
       It was close to three thirty in the afternoon, and so lunch was long over.  This was coffee break time, and a few idle couples and solitary newspaper readers were lingering at the tables, preventing the sandwich shop staff from sweeping and closing, as they were clearly eager to do.  Bonnie poured Laura a cup of coffee and took her money.  She seemed a little wearier now than she usually appeared to Laura in the bustle and mild chaos of the lunch hour.
       
       Ill bet youre eager to close, Laura smiled to her, nodding casually at the other customers.
       
       Bonnie smiled back, a wan, weary, but very friendly smile.  I get tired by this time of day, she confessed.  Cant help it.  My feet get sore.
       
       I can imagine, Laura sympathized.  
       
       You work around here?  Havent I seen you at lunch?
       
       Have you ever, darling, Laura thought.  I come here every day since I saw that you work here.  That one, Laura pointed.  The big brown ugly one.  Thirty-fourth floor.
       
       She was looking too intently, she feared, at Bonnies perfect black neck, and her earlobes where they were visible under her fringe of short black hair, and her sparkling even teeth, and her shiny black eyes, and her red fingernails, and her shapely forearms, and the way her small breasts pushed out against her blue golf shirt, evidently the uniform of the sandwich shop since the other two employees were wearing that shirt too.  I must stop scrutinizing her this way, Laura cautioned herself.  I look like a predator, for goodness sake.
       
       Why dont you take a minute off and have a cup of coffee with me? Laura asked, trying to make this request sound as casual as possible, not like a pickup line.
       
       Bonnie gave her a tight but still friendly smile.  Not allowed.  Dont fraternize with the customers.  Thanks for the offer, though.  Maybe after I get off some time.
       
       What time do you usually get off?
       
       Bonnie shrugged.  About now.  Maybe a little later.  After it empties out.  Usually by four, though.
       
       Laura looked at her watch.  Damn, she said softly.  I have a meeting at four.  Maybe we could meet tomorrow.  Ill save my coffee break until four and meet you right outside.  We could go window shopping at the new Bloomingdales down the street.
       
       Cant afford anything there, Bonnie joked.  More like Ross and Target for me.
       
       No kidding, Laura pressed a little harder.  Me too.  We can just look.  I cant afford it either.  Fun to look, though.
       
       Bonnie tilted her head to one side as if she were considering it.  Then she quickly gave in.  Okay.  I could use that.  She held out her beautiful black hand.  Im Bonnie.
       
       I know, Laura laughed softly, pointing to Bonnies name tag.  Im Laura.  Pleased to meet you, Bonnie.
       
       They arranged to meet on the following day, and Laura gulped down half of her coffee and left, too exhilarated and spinning with happy feelings to hang around any longer and be tempted to stare at the darling Bonnie going about her workaday chores.  She had been so caught up in the thrill of touching Bonnies hand and making their little date that she completely forgot until she got back upstairs to her office on the thirty-fourth floor that tomorrow she was leaving for Charlotte and would be in the air somewhere over Illinois at the time she and Bonnie had appointed to meet.
       
       Quickly, daring to be late to her four oclock meeting, she again dashed downstairs to the alley, but the sandwich shop was already closed, darkened, all the chairs stacked upside down on the tables, the coffee urns gleaming, the afternoon shadows deepening along the buildings.  She went back to her meeting with the sinking feeling that Bonnie would feel she had been somehow given the brush-off tomorrow, when Laura failed to show up.  And yet, they barely knew each other.  How could Bonnie feel rejected?  Ill just have to patch it up when I get back, Laura thought.  She didnt know why it quickly became such a gnawing ache in her, but she did like Bonnie instinctively and looked forward more to a quick window-shopping jaunt with her than she did to a few days of sparring with Randi, if she did happen to locate her when she got to Charlotte.
       
       
       
       Locating her in Charlotte, however, became easier than Laura had ever expected possible when she ran into Randi on the very first day of the show.  She was a hostess at a booth for a company exhibiting on the convention floor, and Laura no sooner rounded a corner while browsing the booths than her quick eye picked up the stunning tall black girl in braids at the far end, chatting up a potential customer.  Oh god, its her! she thought.  Oh god, look at her fantastic braids.  Oh god, look at that fantastic body.  And oh . . . oh god . . . that face!
       
         As usual, Laura knew that she alone perhaps was so acutely vulnerable to Randis physical attributes that she could feel a quickening of her pulse and a shortness of breath at the first glimpse of her, as she had felt long ago when meeting her for the first time.  Some people simply got to you that way.  Completely sexual, she knew.  No use apologizing for it.  But she could not imagine how the throngs of people browsing the booths at this trade show, just as she was at this instant, were not congregating in a thick crowd around this particular booth, just to gaze at this gorgeous creature who was animatedly talking with her potential customer right in front of it, for all to see.  In fact, only a few people lingered there, and most of them did not seem especially struck by Randi, or indeed by anything else, but had the bland, slightly bleary look of the usual trade show attendee, suffering from too little sleep and too many dull speeches.
       
       Laura approached her not knowing exactly what to expect.  Would Randi be happy to see her?  Would she be uncomfortably surprised and embarrassed, having created a new life for herself here, with new lovers, new intrigues, new commitments?  One didnt often want the old life intervening at odd, unexpected moments.  Even though Laura had been fundamentally happy to run into Sara in Saks, and though they had shared thrilling, soul-searing sex together as if fated to do so, she had been in emotional turmoil over it for weeks afterward, hoping that Makeeda, on her return, would not discover some false note in her daily mood or her basic sincerity.
       
       Consequently, she hovered in the middle distance while Randi continued her pitch, a fair way down the aisle from Randis booth, waiting for the customer to wander off so that she could approach safely.  Which finallyshe had no idea how long it actually took, so distracted was she by her own anxiety and bottled up sexual desiredid happen.  The man wandered away, after taking the glossy folder full of brochures and other paraphernalia that Randi had handed him.  
       
       Now was Lauras chance, and as she approached she began to understand why everyone else in the cavernous convention hall was not transfixed by the beauty and sexual allure of this marvelous black girl in charge of this booth.  Randi had somehow changed, transformed herself.  In the past, when Laura had known her and spent exhausting and scintillating hours in bed with her, she had been almost flagrantly flashy and impertinent and gaudy, even flamboyant, a fiery and unpredictable personality, full of seductive graces and sassy theatrics.  Her clothes had verged on the meretricious, leaning toward red and orange or bright chartreuse, with huge buttons and bold slashes of contrasting fabric and flaming scarves, as if to say: Im hot!  Better be careful!
       
       And she was hot.  Laura could vouch for that.  If there were sexual styles, from the sweet and modest along a range to the combustible and dangerous, Randi surely landed somewhere near the latter.  And yet now, as Laura came nearer, she realized she had been viewing Randi through the lens of the past, and yet here was an altered woman before her, still gorgeous and wildly attractive but now somehow refined and reserved, wearing a sensible brown business suit, with darker, muted lipstick and braids not so outrageously provocative in their array, not beaded and extra long, but only shoulder-length and very finely and tightly done.
       
       She recognized Laura when Laura was still two booths away and broke into a smile, but not the sharp, sarcastic, alluring smile she would have used a year earlier.  Instead, it was an amused, subtle kind of smile that said You think you know me, Laura, but you dont.  She tilted her head charmingly to one side and grinned.
       
       Well, if it isnt the devil herself, she said, stretching out her arms, beaming.  Laura, you old shoe, whereve you been all my life?
       
       This was not exactly the greeting Laura had expected, though she didnt know quite what she had expected instead.  They embraced gingerly.  You would never know that weve fucked each other nearly to death on many occasions, Laura thought, getting a secret thrill from this notion, smelling Randis wonderful perfume mixed with her fresh, natural body scent, both of which made the blood rush in a hot surge through Lauras veins.  She may have changed some, but I still want to fuck her to January and back, she thought.
       
       She wondered if she should whisper this into Randis ear while they were still close from embracing but thought better of it.  In the past she would have done it in a New York minute.  But now insensibly things had changed, and Laura was not sure how to proceed.  She definitely had the sense that Randi was not going to drop everything and rush off with Laura to her hotel room for some devastating sex.
       
       Im so lucky I found you, she whispered instead into the marvelous shiny dark brown whorl of Randis ear, before they came apart.  I didnt know a number to call.
       
       R. Foster, Randi said, with a salacious little smirk.  Its in the book.
       
       Laura pulled back, still a little over-excited by their cautious embrace.  She could even feel her pussy getting wet.  God, the same old magic! she thought.  You shouldnt do that, you know.  Every creepazoid in the word knows that a single initial means a girl.  A woman.  Somebody to prey on.  And look at you, youre so gorgeous.  Every sex fiend on the east coast would love to get you.
       
       Even some sex fiends from the west coast? Randi flirted shamelessly, the old Randi.
       
       Laura almost sighed with relief.  At least the old Randi was there somewhere, hiding down inside the new one.  You look stunning, Laura told her.  I mustve forgotten how beautiful you are.
       
       To you, Randi said, seeming briefly demure and half-embarrassed.  Nobody ever thought I was as beautiful as you did, she confessed.  It was hard to give that up.
       
       Oh, what crap, Laura smiled.  Everybody I knew thought you were drop dead gorgeous.  Maybe a little full of yourself, she added inwardly.  But still gorgeous.
       
       Even that dwarf nigger you were bopping?
       
       Leave it to Randi to get in a dig at Deshona Reed, whom she had despised and feared as her chief rival for Laura.  And not unsurprisingly.  While certainly not any more beautiful than Randi, Deshona had a density of character and a rock solid sense of her own worth that Randi lacked.  She would not stoop to unscrupulous flirtations to get her way, which was practically Randis only mode of operation.
       
       Laura frowned, but in a friendly sort of way.  Now now, no nasty insults, okay?  Anyway, I barely see her.  Im married.  See?
       
       She held up her left hand with the gold wedding ring on her finger.  Randi looked floored.  Suddenly she looked around the convention hall too, as if in her delight at seeing Laura she had neglected her duty to attract potential customers to her companys booth.  She swallowed nervously.
       
       I dont believe it, she said.  You got married?  She leaned closer again, dropping her voice.  Somebody who loves black pussy the way you do, Laura?  Shit, you love it more than most guys do.  What would your husband think if he saw you diving into my black pussy?
       
       Laura smirked and giggled.  Is that an invitation?
       
       Randis black eyes glinted with saucy promise.  How could I refuse an old love? she said softly.  Anyway, adultery is always hotter.
       
       Its not a man, Laura clarified.  Its a woman.
       
       No kidding.  Randi tilted her head again, looking at Laura quizzically, and her lovely tight braids skittered around her delicious black neck.  You one of those San Francisco gay marriage people we all keep hearing about?  Bringing the country down?  Threatening all the normal people?  Bringing the end of civilization as we know it?
       
       Laura nodded and smiled.  Thats us, I guess.
       
       She is some lucky girl if she got you.  It aint that dwarf, is it?
       
       Laura frowned more harshly this time.  No, it isnt.  And please stop using that word.
       
       Randi looked around anxiously again.  Look, Laura, I got to pay attention here.  Its my job were talking about, okay?  Can I meet you somewhere later?
       
       Your wish is my command, Laura smiled.  
       
       After a few more hours here someone will replace me.  Then Ive got to go back to the office for about an hour, then home.
       
       Wheres home?
       
       On the back of a brochure Randi scribbled her address.  Just get a taxi.  I should be there by six.
       
       Oh god, sex with Randi again! Laura thought, unable to keep her mind, or her body, from literally crackling with sexual anticipation.  Once I was so in love with her that Id risk anything!  She could make me gasp and whimper and beg!
       
       Ill try to contain my excitement until then, she said softly to Randi, meaning it, and seeing the same effort in Randis eyes to conceal an equally intense feeling.
       
       Me too, Randi said, taking a deep breath and stepping back, re-entering her business-like demeanor.  Good thing I got over my period yesterday.
       
       Both of them giggled suddenly at this, and Laura blushed beet red, even though it was not her own period they were alluding to.  Randi looked around almost fearfully. 
       
       You better go, she said.  Youre making me lose it.  Again she leaned close to Laura, dropping her voice.  I mean, I know some people who pass by here want to fuck me, but youve actually done it.  And youre going to do it again.
       
       God, I hope so, Laura breathed, then pulled back herself, trying to stop blushing, and gave her a playful little wave before Randi turned away, going to the back of her booth to get more brochures, ignoring Laura, as if she wished, now that they had had their brief and promising reunion, that Laura would quickly go away.
       
       The physical and emotional excitement of this encounter was almost enough for one day, Laura thought, as she tried to regain control of her hormones and at least pay nominal attention to the events that had brought her here.  She did have a few brief afternoon meetings in hospitality suites that had to be covered, but by five oclock she was literally unable to think of anything else but her coming evening with Randi.  Not even forced thoughts of Makeeda, or even the entrancing Bonnie, could get her mind off this sassy and wildly attractive woman.
       
       She arrived at Randis condo before Randi herself did, the taxi depositing her at the glass doors of a sleek, fairly new building not more than three or four miles from the convention center where they had met.  Laura stood uncomfortably, feeling very conspicuous, by the doors, looking up and down the street, waiting for Randi and at the same time wondering what these North Carolinians would say to the idea of her and this delicious black woman going upstairs to perform a night of solemn and thrillingly pleasurable services on each others naked body.  We are going to burn Charlotte to the ground, folks! she wanted to shout cheerfully at passing motorists.
       
       And yet she could feel a little free-floating anxiety since she gathered that people here did not exactly have the same liberal notions about sexual relations between people of the same gender as folks in, say, San Francisco, that famous sinkhole of perverts and libertines.  And it turned out that she was right, or at least partly right.  In about ten minutes, Randi pulled up at the curb, driving a dark blue Corvette, and rolled down the window, leaning across the seat and beckoning to Laura, who quickly ran over to the car.
       
       Just go to the lobby door and wait, Randi said.  Ill park in the garage and come down in the elevator to get you.  Her manner was curt and brusque, as if there could be no appearance of affection other than that of two old chums.
       
       Laura nodded and stepped back, waving in a small, furtive fashion to Randi as the Corvette roared off and around the corner, presumably to some rear or underground parking garage.  But the brusqueness disappeared totally once they were alone inside Randis condo.  She appeared tired and weary from her day, but also much warmer and happy to see Laura, even apart from the sex that was sure to commence before much longer.
       
       Ive got to take a shower, she said immediately, unbuttoning her suit jacket, smiling so broadly at Laura that Laura thought she could feel the smile entering her very flesh and penetrating to the deep feelings in every pulsing nerve that she had once harbored for this thrilling girl.  Want to take a shower with me?
       
       This, pleasantly enough, was totally contrary to the little scenario Laura had, she now realized, been playing in her head, whereby they would sit and talk about old times and Randi would fill her in on who she was currently fucking, male or female or, knowing Randi, both, while Laura luxuriated in the opportunity merely to scrutinize that fabulous face, her heart and her pussy slowly melting.  Then they would gradually move to kissing, undressing, and sucking, and probing, and oh god! they would probably end up just fucking heatedly right there on the sofa before moving to the bedroom for a more thorough and exhausting replay.
       
       Instead, Randi, with a saucy though weary smile, was inviting her to take a shower.  How could I ever refuse? Laura smiled back.  I havent been able to take my mind off you all afternoon.
       
       You always say the sweetest things, Miz Laura, Randi joked, turning as she peeled the jacket off, revealing more of her lickable dark brown skin, beckoning Laura toward the darkened hallway.  She was wearing a slip, and a lacy champagne colored bra, under the jacket.  This way to the shower. You can soap my back.  I can never soap my back.  Hard to reach around there.
       
       I would love to soap your long, beautiful back, Laura murmured, following her.  But only if youll soap mine in return.
       
       Randi turned and winked at her, flicking on the lights as they reached the bathroom, which was, Laura glimpsed, pretty large and luxurious, with a glassed-in shower stall framed in shiny brass.  I might, she grinned.  And I might not.  Depends on how well you soap mine.
       
       Laura stepped closer to her and let her lips brush Randis cheek, which made her pulse leap and flutter.  I promise to give you the best soaping you ever got, she whispered.  And I think I can do it.
       
       Randi laughed throatily.  I think you can too.  She pulled Laura by one hand further down the hall to her bedroom.  Lets put our clothes here on the bed so they wont get mussed.  I hate to iron.
       
       Laura pouted playfully.  On the bed?  Seems like we might need it later.
       
       Oh, I hope you dont have something nasty in mind, Miz Laura, Randi laughed, playing along.  I do so hope youll respect my tender sensibilities.  Here in the South we try to keep our good manners at all times.
       
       This banter, though fun, was driving Laura crazy.  She wanted to grab Randi roughly as they stood there next to the bed and drag her down on it and tear her clothes off.  The waiting was getting to be intolerable.  But she controlled her desires, realizing that one could hardly want more excitement than to be naked in the shower with this delicious woman.
       
       They each carefully disrobed and, following Lauras suggestion, placed their clothes on top of the long cedar chest at the foot of Randis bed, rather than directly on the bed itself.  Youre right, Randi murmured in a low, husky, almost seductive voice.  I think Im going to need to stretch out on it after our shower.  She smiled demurely at Laura.
       
       They were, both suddenly realized, having become so absorbed in the daring little repartee of their game, totally naked.  And they had not even touched.  
       
       Come with me, Randi quickly whispered, taking Lauras hand again and leading her toward the adjoining bathroom.
       
       They both refused to look at each others nakedness, as if it were too dangerous, that the fucking would happen before the shower, if they didnt exert the most strenuous control, as if seeing each other naked would spoil all the delights that awaited them by springing the trap too soon.  Instead, their eyes locked, and they moved around the bathroom as if in a trance, seeing only each others face, which for Laura of course was a rhapsody anyway, since she could look at Randis fantastic face for hours.  Randi smiled, reaching into the shower stall to start the water, but not letting her eyes fall down to Lauras naked body.  Lauras eyes held hers as well.
       
       I like it hot, Randi said, as the spray of water from the showerhead suddenly filled the stall, and, seconds later, began steaming as well as hissing.  Sometimes I stand in there just an-ouchin and a-squealin until I cant take it any more and have to jump out.  And my skin tingles for about half an hour afterward.  But I wont make it that hot for us.
       
       Laura could not resist leaning forward a little and brushing Randis bare shoulder with her lips, as she had earlier brushed Randis incredibly soft cheek with them.  I think itll be hot enough, she murmured, letting her eyes pulse with sexual innuendo.
       
       Better get in, then, Randi smiled, holding the door open.  Follow me.  Laura permitted herself the briefest glimpse of Randis small grapefruit-sized breasts and her thick, gleaming black nipples, the firm balls swaying as Randi pulled the shower stall door open further.
       
       She entered the steam and spray, and Laura was right behind her.  Randi pulled the glass door shut behind them, which made a loud clank as the latch caught.  They were instantly shiny and wet, and so close due to the constricted space of the shower stall that their wet bodies were now touching, which acted like a match to their need.  Suddenly they were embracing and kissing hungrily.  The water was indeed a little hot, Laura noticed, but she was so busy devouring Randis mouth that it did not bother her.
       
       Oh god, she panted into Randis wet neck,  I didnt know if I was going to be able to wait until this moment.  Again she raped Randis open mouth with hers.
       
       I didnt either, Randi panted too.  I wanted to do it right there in the Convention Center.
       
       Now they kissed for, it seemed, five full minutes without speaking, mashing their wet bodies together.  Laura could feel Randis fine wet breasts and large black nipples squashing into her own hardened berries.  The warm water poured over them, dripping off Randis braids and matting Lauras hair to her skull, and they were drinking it and each other with increasing rather than diminishing passion, their fingers now digging into each others wet flesh, their mouths voraciously sucking and biting each others lips and tongue.
       
       How could I ever live without you? Laura panted into Randis wet ear before stabbing her tongue into it.
       
       Randi giggled and squirmed, so that Laura could feel even more of her wet, slippery flesh against her own.  Ill bet you say that to all your little darky whores, Miz Laura, she laughed.  
       
       But Laura, not knowing how to respond even in jest to this, took the alternative of devouring the girl more heatedly.  She sucked the flesh between Randis neck and shoulder, and raised one hand to Randis wet breast, squeezing it hard and then sliding her mouth down to the large, swelling, shiny wet black nipple.  She sucked it deep into her mouth, then squeezed and sucked at the same time, so hard and almost maniacally that Randi yelped, and quivered.
       
       Aiiieeee!  Oh!   Ungghh!  Laura . . . I forgot how you really like to swallow it.
       
       Mmmmm, I am going to swallow it.  And the other one too.  God, your body makes me so horny.
       
       Hold on . . . hold on there, girl, Randi laughed, grasping Lauras head in both hands and lifting Lauras head up again so that they were face to face.  Hold on there.  You dont have to eat me alive.  I aint going anywhere.
       
       God, I hope not.  I want to fuck you all night.
       
       Randi beamed.  She kissed Laura, and this time their kiss was not ravenous and voracious, as before, but slow and sensual and full of smoldering passion and remembrance, resonating with all the splendid and emotionally charged fucking they had done in the past, which had led up to their lengthy separation, and then to this moment.  Finally, the kiss concluded and Randi pulled back a little, still beaming.  The water was hammering down into their bodies, but during the kiss they had barely noticed it.
       
       I guess Ill let you, she laughed.  I forgot how exciting it is with Laura.  Aint nobody like you, Miz Sex Freaky Laura.
       
       But Laura was paying little attention to this by now, having embarked again on the pleasant task of licking the water off Randis long, shiny, naked black body, licking and sucking it everywhere, dropping to her knees and pushing Randis pelvis back against the wall of the shower stall.  Randi had one of the biggest, ripest, juiciest clits in creation, and Laura suddenly wanted to feel it inside her mouth, and feel Randis body shudder as the sharp spasms of scorching lust wracked her body.
       
       She had not long to wait.  With her thumbs she spread apart the copious, water-bejeweled bush of Randis pubic hair to expose the girls thick, meaty pussy, and her gorgeous fat clit, which was already poking out, swollen and oblong, like a tiny penis.  You would think a long, thin girl would have a long, thin pussy, but not Randi, who had a juicy, fleshy trench that Laura was eager to assault.  And being this close to it now, she could smell the ripe, musky odors of Randis arousal, formerly masked by all the billowing steam that the shower water threw up.  
       
       She curled her tongue around Randis large, protruding clit and heard the girl moan, felt her thighs clench, saw her pelvis shudder briefly.  
       
       Unnhhuunnhhh! Randi groaned, pitching her groin forward into Lauras face, reaching down to hold Lauras head by her wet hair.
       
       Laura sucked the fat grape gently into her mouth and began laving it inside with her tongue, at the same time encircling Randis quivering hips with her arms and digging her fingers into Randis firm, smooth, wet buns.  Randi did not have a spectacular hard round out-jutting ass, like Makeedas, or like the delightful Bonnies, but instead a perfectly respectable smooth gently rounded one, the kind of ass many people would find ideal, and which Laura loved to lick and bite and suck and squeeze, not at all put off by the fact that it was second-tier to perfection in her eyes.  These brief reflections of hers were quickly overshadowed by Randis reaction to having her clit tenderly devoured.
       
       Oh!   Unh!  Oh . . . Laura!
       
       Her body quaked and shuddered, and her cries became louder, and she began to lose her balance.  Laura held on tightly so that she would not slip or fall.  The hot water, which now seemed hotter than ever, was crashing and steaming all around and onto them, hot nails in their tender skin.
       
       Oh . . . Laura!  I cant come standing up.  Well have to stop for a minute.
       
       The water was suddenly becoming a little tepid, though no less relentless, and Laura realized they had been in the shower for quite a while.  She released Randis clit from her mouth and rose to her feet, unable to resist kissing long wet stretches of Randis delectable naked black body on the way up, even pausing over her incredibly beautiful wet breasts to gently suck each large, dripping, bulbous nipple.
       
       We can go in to the bed and keep going, she murmured in a sultry voice to Randi before seizing her voluptuous mouth with another hot kiss, now rubbing Randis erect clit with the fingers of one hand as she kissed her, making Randis knees sag again.
       
       Yes . . . the bed, Randi said, panting, into Lauras lips.  Want you to go on.  God, girl, youre making me want to come.
       
       Oh, good, Laura grinned as they shut off the water, stepped out into the bathroom, and began to towel off each others body hurriedly with huge fluffy yellow bath towels.  Your body makes me so horny, she murmured, kissing one of Randis irresistible shoulder blades.
       
       You already said that, Randi grinned back over her shoulder.
       
       Can I help it if its true?  Come on, lets hurry.
       
       In the bedroom they quickly pulled down the bedcovers and hopped into the middle of the sheet.  Their naked bodies coiled together immediately, and again they kissed ravenously, and with a fiercer hunger even than before, their flesh now damp and tingling, as Randi said she often was after a shower.  She kissed and sucked Lauras neck, then her ear.  
       
       If you suck my clit again, Ill come in three seconds, she breathed.
       
       Mmmmm, you think that fast? Laura smiled, pushing her gently down onto her back.  Maybe we should make a small wager.  Itll take five seconds.
       
       But Randi gazed up at her with throbbing black eyes, unable to pause for jokes, her beautiful face contorted by sharp sexual need.  Just fuck me like this, she said, effortlessly parting her thighs and slipping one leg under one of Lauras, who was still sitting vertically.  Fuck me with your pussy.  Ill come in ten seconds.  Push your pussy into mine.  We can do the sucking and other stuff later.
       
       Laura grinned, inching forward, wondering how long it had been since they had indulged themselves in a hot moment of tribbing, especially tribbing until one or both of them came.  She knew from the shower, though, that Randi was hyper-aroused and probably would come with little encouragement.  And god, I know I can come if she starts coming, Laura thought.  Itll be easily enough to tip me over the edge.
       
       They began slowly, but there was no way the rhythm could remain slow for long.  Early in their gyrations their eyes locked, and from that moment on they could not tear them apart.  Laura pressed her wet pussy into Randis, which was a thick, meaty cauldron of squinchy cunt meat and tangled, cushiony pubic hair, and they both gasped and whimpered a little at the sweet intensity of it at first, of feeling the slippery warm wetness of their cunts sliding together as they rocked and pumped gently against each other.
       
       Oh god . . . I am going to come! Randi gasped softly, looking up at Laura with happy desperation in her glittering black eyes, as if surprised for it to be true.  Do it a little harder!  Unhhh!  Ohhnnnn . . . yesssss!
       
       Laura could feel her body quickly coursing with frenetic sexual energy and need, an urgent need she had not felt even moments before, a need inspired by this sudden deep intimacy.  The hot shower had stoked them, but their very potent and erotic past seemed to inform this moment with all they had meant to each other then, the torments and the sweet ecstasies they had brought one another, the emotional pain and the killing physical pleasure.  Their bodies remembered it, and those same hot, lurching, striving, grinding bodies seemed determined to give it to each other again.
       
       Oh yes . . . oh yes! Randi panted, her head tossing, her eyes rolling up, her hips gyrating in a smooth, constant rhythm up into Lauras thrusts.
       
       They were nearly perpendicular, with Laura sitting up and Randi flat on her back, her firm round breasts swirling as Laura pumped her in an increasingly vigorous rhythm.  Laura could never get enough of her present lovers body, and this was no different.  Randis thick, gleaming, swirling black nipples drew her mouth irresistibly, and soon she was leaning down, grinding less since it was harder in this position, trying to swallow one, then the other, while Randi moaned and sucked her full lower lip.
       
       Unhhhhhh!  Oh!  Oh shit . . . Laura, yes, do it hard!  Yes!  Ungghhhh!  Oh!
       
       This led to squirming and writhing together, to frantic thigh-tribbing, then to feverish kissing and slobbery tongue-sucking, then back to their original position, with Randi flat on her back and Laura sitting up.  This time their eyes locked again, and each one slid her hands down to her crotch, pulling her pussy open with her fingers, in order to make sure that the wet, raw inner flesh of their inflamed vaginas touched as they pumped and gyrated in a more and more heated frenzy, hurtling toward the powerful explosion they knew was just seconds away.  Laura could even feel the gristly, large, wet nub of Randis huge, erect clit sliding roughly against the slick inner flesh of her gaping pussy.
       
       But they could not keep their hands there for long, since the sheer force of their overpowering lust made them clutch each other frantically and fuck wildly in the last few moments, clawing and digging at each other, yanking each other closer, panting, struggling, mewling crazily.  
       
       Unh!   Anghh!  Unh!  Oh shit! Randi panted, grabbing up for Laura with her frantic hands, while Laura, whose own hands had flittered again to Randis delectable, swirling breasts, now slid them underneath her back and clutched her too.
       
       Yes . . . yes honey! she gasped, almost delirious with urgent desire for Randis writhing body.  Yes . . . ungghhhh!  Oh god . . . oh darling . . . oh yes come with me . . . anngghhhh!  Ummnnggghh!
       
       Oh god!  Ummmnngghiieee! Randi cried out, her body arching and quivering, and began to come in great, surging spasms.  Oh!  Annnggghmmnniieeee!
       
       Laura was very close behind her.  She fell forward onto Randis surging body and held her in a vise grip as sweet honeyfire began to boil through her own veins, and hot clenching bliss gripped her womb from the inside out.  Unnngghh!  Auuunnggghhhhh! she almost roared, feeling her flesh glued to Randis still-shuddering body.  Oh god . . . aunngghhhhh!  Ohhnnnggggg!
       
       They were completely and thoroughly obliterated by this dual orgasm, their bodies entangled, their groans and whimpers intermingling, their breath raking each others cheek, their crotches still mashed together as their bodies vibrated in unison to the sweet, shattering spasms of their shared climax.  They were wet again too, Laura realized, as she slowly began to regain regular consciousness; their flesh was stuck together by a film of sweat their heated fucking had generated all over their skin.
       
       So much for the shower, she half-giggled softly into Randis ear, since it was just inches from her lips.  Im sweating like a ram goat..
       
       Randi laughed back softly.  You just about fucked me like one, too.  Onliest thing you lacked was the dick.
       
       Honey, Laura kissed her braids, loving their bristly feel against her lips, then her face, you could make a girl grow a dick, just so she could do you.
       
       Good thing you dont need one, Randi said, finally sliding to the side and sitting halfway up, blinking at Laura as if she were just recovering from a sexual tornado that had transported her several miles.  Goodness, girl, no guy ever fucked me as hard as you do.  Or made me come as hard, either.  Forgot how good you are.
       
       Laura felt herself actually blushing.  Even though they had fucked one anothers brains loose on countless occasions in the past, just like this, she felt unaccountably fresh and new, as if this were their first time.  Why thank you, my darling.  Guess I have to live up to my reputation.
       
       Maybe we should take a shower one at a time so we dont risk lighting the fire again, Randi grinned, sliding off the bed.  Me first, since its my shower.
       
       Have you lost some weight? Laura asked, as she devoured Randis incredible tall naked body with her eyes as Randi crossed the bedroom toward the adjacent bathroom.
       
       Randi smiled.  That face!  Laura wanted to slide off the bed, cross the few steps to her, and drag her to the floor for some more frenzied fucking.  She couldnt believe how horny she felt, even after just coming in hot purple furies.  I lost about ten pounds.  Randi pirouetted, posing provocatively, knowing how Laura lusted for her body.  Worry over work, I guess.  Im always nervous theyre going to can my ass.
       
       Laura followed her into the bathroom, still talking to her while Randi went again into the shower stall, shouting a little over the noise of the water.  I thought you must be one of their stars.  Thats why you were in the booth.
       
       Because of the water and the steam, she couldnt see Randis body clearly inside the shower, which actually seemed to make it more alluring, all shiny and wet and dark brown and curvaceous.  She could glimpse Randis large black nipples, blacker than the rest of her body, when she turned, and the dark patch of her pubic hair, where the treasure she had just fucked with her own pussy was now concealed again.  Randi turned the water off and stepped out, reaching for a towel, which Laura handed her.
       
       She squint-smiled at Laura while drying off her body, again seductively, since she knew how Laura loved it.  I was in the booth because people want to fuck me, she grinned.  Just like you wanted to.  Though mostly men.  Theyre the ones who make the decisions anyway, most of them.  They love to come by and flirt.  Some of them even get a little bold, if you know what I mean.  Anyway, thats why Im there.
       
       At least she had no illusions, Laura reflected, though it had to be a little dispiriting to feel that you were just meat, hung out to attract the wild beasts.  Maybe thats why she was fretting about her job.  If she depended only on her transitory looks to be successful in the job world, what would happen when they deteriorated?  And yet, Randi looked more delicious than ever to Laura.  Surely those days were far off.
       
       She took a quick shower of her own and they returned to the bed.  They stretched out and embraced, kissing with slow, simmering tenderness, clearly knowing they were going to fuck again, and probably only minutes from now, but taking this moment to relax and express their deep and long-lasting feelings for each other.
       
       You know, Randi finally murmured, when I worked with you guys out in San Francisco, I was sleeping with Rhonda.  She smiled, almost demurely.  And you, of course.
       
       And Nate, Laura interjected, kissing her collarbone.
       
       Randi nodded.  And him.  But Rhonda, because she loved my pussy, sort of protected me.  That is, until she met that little shit Stevie.  Gave me a leg up, you know.  Made things smooth, gave me raises.  You know what Im saying?
       
       Laura nodded.  Just as Rhonda had doneindeed was still doingfor Yvette.  Rhonda took care of her girlfriends.  But Laura could not resist asking.  So . . . then, what about me?  I couldnt do anything like that for you.
       
       A tear, unannounced, certainly unexpected, suddenly slid down one of Randis cheeks.  I loved you, Laura.  She sniffled.  I know I had a funny way of showing it . . . but I did.
       
       Laura smiled, brushed away the solitary tear, and kissed the damp trail it had made on Randis dark brown cheek.  I know.  I loved you too.  She paused, not wanting to shift gears too quickly, though it made her anxious talking out loud about old loves when she was now so deeply in love with Makeeda.   So, tell me.  Whats your love life like here?  Im guessing theres no Rhonda to smooth the way for you.
       
       Randi shook her head solemnly.  I have a girlfriend.  She works in the company.  Shes not any more powerful than I am, though.  We both have to keep it very secret.  This isnt California.
       
       Only one? Laura wanted to ask, but that was cruel.  Randi spoke up before she could ask anything.
       
       Actually . . . two, Randi confessed.  But they dont know about each other.  Ones black.  Shes kind of dykey and mean.  She came on to me when I was only back here a few weeks.  But she sort of handles that rough and ready side that Laura used to take care of.  She smiled a kittenish smile and drew an invisible line down Lauras cheek with one long, sinuous black finger.  
       
       What about the sweet, tender side I also used to take care of? Laura asked pointedly, though also smiling.
       
       Oh, thats the other one.  Shes white.  Blonde.  Kinda pretty.  Even whiter than you.  She looks like a sheet.  Makes me look even blacker, when were together.  Shes a fool for my braids and my body.  Like you.  I actually came on to her, though in a real subtle way.  But she caught it.  The first time we were together I was afraid she was going to fuck me to death.  She winked.  Again, like you.
       
       Tell me about it, Laura said, hoping she didnt sound too breathlessly eager.  She loved hearing such narratives.
       
       You know . . . Randi appeared to be momentarily embarrassed, if that were possible.  Just the usual stuff.  Like we just did.
       
       No, I mean how you met.  How you . . . came on to her, as you said.
       
       Oh.  Randi smiled demurely again, though she was anything but demure.  Or maybe this was a mask for her shyness, which, Laura realized, was possible.  Even the boldest person could be making up for an essential shyness.  We were at this off-site meeting . . . at a hotel out in the suburbs.  She and I were the only women there.  Just all men . . . and us.  I had seen her looking at me, you know, a little more than normal, before this.  So, I was in the bathroom, and I knew she would be coming in too since it was a break.  And I took off my blouse and pulled down my bra and started examining under my arm in the mirror, as if I had a sore or an insect bite or something I was looking at.  But my boobs were pushing out there for anyone to see.  I guess if she werent interested she wouldve just looked away.
       
       Oh god!  Laura could feel the sweet nectars beginning to flow inside her pussy again merely from listening to this.  And she came in.  What happened?
       
       Randi smirked sexily.  What do you think?  She looked down at her naked breasts, then brought her hands to them and cradled them in her palms.  You like these, dont you?  You want to grab them and kiss them, dont you? 
       
       Is that what she did?  Wait a minute.  That isnt so subtle.  You said you were subtle.
       
       Slowly Randi shook her head.  I think it was too risky for her to actually kiss them. Touch them.  I mean, we were the only women, but still some hotel employee couldve come in.  She just stared.  Like youre staring.  Randi smirked.  She ran her thumbs over her large, succulent black nipples.  It was a little more subtle than just saying Do you like girls?  But youre right, not too subtle.  Guess Im lucky she liked these.
       
       They are very beautiful, Laura said softly, meaning every word.
       
       And I stared at her.  She stared at my boobs, and I stared at her.  And then I held them like Im holding them now for you.  Like I was offering them to her.  And she knew it.  And she sort of swallowed and said Can we meet later?  And I nodded and said I hoped shed say that.  Then I put my bra and blouse on again.  We even kissed once, real quick, before we went back out to the meeting.  Let me tell you, neither one of us could pay very close attention to things after that.
       
       I imagine not, Laura said.  
       
       She gave me her address as we were leaving.  Just slipped it to me, like we were spies or something.  God, my heart was pounding.  I was so excited, but I didnt want anyone else to find out.  The rest is history.  As I said, she was like you.  She fucked me so much I thought I wouldnt be able to go to work the next day.
       
       Mmmmm, Laura squirmed against her, feeling Randis long, svelte, naked body press against her flesh everywhere.  Just like Im going to do to you now?
       
       Ooohhhh, that feel good, Miz Laura, Randi laughed softly, pushing her naked body into Lauras too, running her fingers up Lauras bare back.  You gon suck my little black pussy now?
       
       Laura nipped her enchanting earlobe.  And your big clit, she murmured, slithering her tongue into the whorl of Randis shiny black ear. 
       
       Randi giggled.  You like that, dont you.  You white girls all love my big fat clit.  You like to suck it till I scream.
       
       Yes.
       
       You know, my black girlfriend Wilma smacks it with her hand.  She spanks my pussy.  Calls me naughty and spanks my pussy and my clit.  God, it makes me just go all to pieces.  The first time she did it I came in about two seconds.  Ever have anybody do that to you?
       
       Laura nodded.  Has the same effect on me.  Wilma sounds like a firecracker.  What else does she do?
       
       Randi pursed her fantastic thick lips and waggled her finger in front of Lauras face.  Oh no . . . thats private.  We do the nastiest things.  Id be embarrassed to tell you.
       
       Ummmm, now Laura nuzzled her under the earlobe she had just nipped and sucked.  Randi squirmed.  You have to tell me.  Youre my prisoner.  Ill handcuff you to the bed and spank you, if you dont tell me.
       
       Randi laughed and squirmed some more.  Did you bring those handcuffs I gave you?  The furry ones?
       
       Laura shook her head.  Afraid what the airport security people might do to me if they found them.
       
       Randi grew more sober for a moment. Right.  I know.  I wouldnt bring them either.  Then she smiled devilishly.  Good thing Ive got a pair of my own.
       
       She released Laura, though their warm bodies stuck together and came apart reluctantly.  Randi hopped off the bed and darted into the walk-in closet, returning with a shoe box.  She opened it and inside Laura saw the fur-lined handcuffs identical to the ones Randi had given her as a going-away present (that is, Randis going-away).  Also in the box was a gleaming blue strap-on dildo and a black pelvic harness.  And under that were two nasty-looking nipple clamps, linked together by a silver chain.
       
       Laura removed the blue dildo, admiring it, stroking it up and down with one finger.  Its blue! she said, half-amazed.
       
       I guess its so you can pretend some Martian is fucking you, Randi laughed.  Feels like it, too, when that demon Wilmas on the other end.
       
       She certainly sounds like my kind of girl, Laura grinned.  But how do you know how a Martian fucks? Laura teased her.  Maybe theyre very gentle and sensitive.
       
       And maybe theyre like a deranged pile-driver too, Randi deadpanned.  You want to give it a try, Miz Laura Martian?
       
       Laura put it back in the box and patted the entire apparatus affectionately with her fingers.  Yes, I do.  But not now.  You know what I want.  She gave Randi her smokiest, most significant look.  
       
       Maybe Ill handcuff you and make you fuck me with that thing, Randi giggled.  If I got you onto your back, I could climb on.  Im bigger than you.
       
       Not by much.
       
       Randi was maybe an inch taller, and a little fleshier than Laura, though certainly not a full-figured type of girl.  She was tall and lean but slightly bigger boned.  In a wrestling match, Laura knew, she was a formidable opponent.  The only time they had ever wrestled, Laura had won, but she knew now it was only because Randi had wanted her to win.  Memories of it stirred in them both, and they quickly grew hungry again for another, probably more prolonged, bout of sweet screwing.
       
       Randi put the box down on the dressing table and took Lauras hand, drawing her back to the bed, her black eyes throbbing, her full, sensual lips parted, her breathing coming a little faster.  Think we better wait on that.  I know what Laura wants right now.  And I want it too.  Been a long time, Miz Laura, since I felt your lips on my pussy.  The shower didnt count.  That was too quick.
       
       Laura smiled and kissed her.  Then were about to correct that grievous lapse, she murmured into Randis lovely lips, letting her eyes linger on that incredible face that so pierced her heart.
       
       This was Randis moment to yield, to let herself be made love to, and Lauras to do the loving; and each intended to enjoy it to the fullest.  It was an unusual situation since they were very familiar and comfortable with one another, and yet there was a mysterious freshness to this encounter, since they had not rubbed their flesh together like this for nearly a year and a half.  Much had changed, but Randis body, in spite of Wilmas apparently lusty and even punishing attentions, was as enchanting as ever to Laura, who spent long minutes exploring it on her way south to the beautiful feast of inflamed and flowing pussy she knew awaited her.
       
       She lingered over Randis exquisite naked breasts, squeezing and sucking them gently, then more passionately, knowing how Randi liked it, knowing that some hard sucking would quickly bring desperate whimpers from deep in her chest as her thick, black nipples became hard and rubbery and shiny with warm spittle, standing up sharply from the firm round balls of her breasts.  
       
       Mmmm, you like that, dont you . . . she could not help whispering to the writhing, panting girl, lashing Randis pointed wet nipples with her tongue.
       
       Oh god, yes! Randi whimpered, squirming a little under Lauras attack.
       
       Laura could not help imagining these lovely breasts with those fiendish nipple clamps on them that she had seen in Randis box.  Did the dominatrix Wilma put those on her?  Did Randi sometimes beg her to put them on, to yank the silver chain, to torture these beautiful, gleaming black nipples a little in order to produce an even more intense orgasm?
       
       These reflections, on top of the sheer joy she was already experiencing from sucking Randis firm beauties, made Lauras cunt flare and throb and ooze excitedly.  She inched her way further south, brushing her lips against the smooth flat flesh of Randis long midriff until she came to the tattoo, a stylized ankh of which Randi was very proud.  She had teased Laura long and hard about letting Laura kiss her ankh.  Since getting it, she had also got another on the back of her left shoulder, a rose.
       
       Too much ink on this beautiful body, Laura murmured to her, quoting Nate, Randis male lover back in San Francisco, who, Randi had reported to Laura, had said exactly this.  True, too, Laura thought.  This body is too perfect to spoil with enhancements, or personal body art.  Yuck.  
       
       But she would not refuse to kiss the ankh, given that Randis scrumptious, vibrant dark flesh surrounded it, and lay only partially concealed beneath it.  In fact, she kissed it hungrily.
       
       I see you enjoying it though, Miz Laura, Randi teased, grinning.  It aint harming your pleasure, is it?
       
       In reply Laura slithered the tip of her tongue into Randis navel.
       
       Ooohhhhh . . . shit . . . that feels good!  Youre giving me the shivers, Laura.
       
       Randis body quivered, then strained and arched a little, and she raised her hands to her breasts, twisting her damp nipples in her fingers, which only made them harder and more pointed.  
       
       Laura did not reply but merely smiled and kissed her way lower, finally reaching the thick, curly black forest of Randis pubic triangle, using her fingers to pull the hair away from the girls delicious, meaty pussy, which was by now slick and oozing with juice, already gaping slightly open, inviting her tongue.  Randis large clit was impossible to ignore, standing out like a flagrantly extrusive button of bliss at the top of her festering, glistening, fiery pink slit.  
       
       Laura was eager to resume where she had earlier left off in the shower, when Randi had not been able to bear the intense need aroused by feeling her clit in Lauras mouth, and they had had to move to the bed, where frantic tribbing had distracted them from this.  Now I get to suck you again, my sweet, Laura thought, looking up at Randis sublimely beautiful face all torn and contorted by her sexual pleasure.  It was a moment of the purest, most intense satisfaction for them both, a renewal, a reawakening of the sharp physical need they had once had for each other, so piercing and urgent at the time that they would, and did, risk nearly everything to slake it.  
       
       Ive missed you, Randi my darling, Laura murmured to her before dipping her tongue deep into the oozing, flaring, bright pink furrow of Randis open slit.  And Ive missed this beautiful pussy.
       
       Randi grimaced with pleasure, panting and gnawing her full lower lip.  Nothing . . . like . . . Lauras . . . tongue! she panted, her head falling back, as a deep groan began to rise out of her chest.  Oooaaannnhhhhhhh!
       
       Laura realized that their earlier orgasms had released their most feverish urgency, so that now she could take her time, and she was determined not to be rushed.  She loved eating pussy and was very good at it.  Randi knew it too and lay back for one of Lauras virtuoso efforts, which she knew from experience would start slowly but soon have her climbing the walls, begging for release, quivering and whimpering helplessly, then clenching and screaming through a climax that the gods would envy.
       
       The trick, Laura knew, was to be in no hurry.  Too many people spoiled it by haste, by attacking the pussy and clit rapaciously, as if insisting that the recipient gather all her energies into a quick, explosive, certain orgasm before this onslaught evaporated in the over-eager combustion of its own limited strength and attention span.  Laura had plenty of time and meant to use every second of it wisely.
       
       She tongued Randis thick, wet, black cunt lips lovingly, sucking them gently, insinuating merely the tip of one forefinger into the wet pink chalice, as if to tickle awake the secret nerves that lurked there waiting to be ravished into fierce attention.  Her tongue did not even approach Randis huge, swollen clit for a good two minutes as she patiently and tenderly ministered to every other part of the girls inflamed pussy, finally slipping her finger in deeper, letting her middle finger join it, fucking Randis clenching wet cunt slowly and rhythmically with them while continuing to explore every miniscule portion of wet cunt flesh with the tip of her tongue.
       
       Randi lay calmly and submissively at first, her sleek thighs yawning open to allow Laura full access to her treasure, but before long her legs were twitching and jumping, she was twisting uncontrollably in the sheets, and her hands rose instinctively to her lovely breasts, where she pinched and pulled her own nipples, while looking down her heaving stomach at Lauras head between her thighs.  
       
       Ohhhhh girl . . . you are making me sooooo want to come! she panted, slowly gyrating her pelvis so that her pussy slid against Lauras lips.  
       
       Laura smiled up at her but did not reply; nor did she pause in her expert ministrations, now licking a long swatch from the bottom of Randis gaping hot pussy all the way to the top, where for the first time she let her tongue flick Randis engorged clit.
       
       Ahhhhh! Randi gasped, her smooth, sleek, black thighs clenching.  Oh god!  The thick wet grape seemed to quiver and swell under Lauras quick tongue.  Unnhhh . . . unnngghhhh!
       
       Laura, quickly withdrawing again from Randis hair-trigger clit, which she felt was so aroused that the merest attention to it might result in a too-quick orgasm, found herself wondering if Randi had a g-spot, and if she had ever found it before.  It was hard to remember, though she believed, following her old loverthat female pantherKims advice, that nearly every woman had one, and it was merely up to the one on the giving end to search for it and deliver the coup de grace.  
       
       And if anyone was ripe for a devastating sexual explosion, it was Randi at this particular moment.  Blowing on her distended, swollen,  shockingly fat clit would probably be enough to send her into space.  Finding the hot bundle of g-spot nerves inside her pussy at the same instant would probably bring her perilously close to sexual obliteration.  But isnt that precisely what we want? Laura mused, twisting her hand around so that her two fingertips were now rubbing the forward inside wall of Randis tight, buttery slit.
       
       Almost immediately, Randi realized what she was doing.  Either Laura had done it before, or one of her other loversmaybe this firecracker lesbian Wilma she kept mentioninghad found the secret button.  Randis eyes fluttered open.  Oh god!
       
       Again Laura did not speak, though her grin grew measurably wider.  She knew, and Randi knew, that the end was near.  With one last journey of her tongue up and down the slippery, buttery crease of Randis beautiful, fleshy, inflamed pussy, she parted her lips and took the bulging grape of Randis clit between them, sucking it tenderly into her mouth.  
       
       Randi whimpered, and though not even coming yet, she seemed to go wild under Laura, squirming and quivering and straining, as if practicing for the huge cataclysm that was about to strike her beautiful, flexing body.  Oh god, Laura!
       
       Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . . Laura purred to her, letting Randis clit slip out of her mouth for a brief moment in order to speak, then sucking it gently back inside.
       
       Unh . . . unh!  Randi clumsily propped her upper body up on her elbows and looked down frantically at her crotch, as if the sight of Lauras mouth holding her sensitive clit inside of it were something she had to experience.
       
       But she couldnt hold herself up for long and quickly fell back.  Lauras two probing fingers now probed more relentlessly.  She sucked a little harder.  Go ahead, darling, and come.  Thats what were after here.  Go ahead.  Have a big one.  Have a killer.  Let her rip.  
       
       Unh!  Unh! Randi continued to moan, her entire lower body undulating and jerking so fast that Laura hoped she didnt go any faster since it was beginning to be hard just to hold on.  Randi was twisting and pinching her own thick black nipples very sharply, pulling them up and her breasts along with them.
       
       Yes, honey, yes! Laura said again, this time more sharply, urging Randi on, urging her to let go and be swept up in it.
       
       Oh!
       
       Yes!  Laura sucked the fat grape back into her mouth again, and a split second later felt Randis entire pelvis twitch.  At that instant she knew she had touched the spot.
       
       Oh!  Ungghhhh!
       
       Yes!
       
       There could hardly be anything in life more exciting than this, Laura realized in the split second between Randis twitch and the full arrival of a crushing, thunderclap orgasm.  Randi was sharply wrenched by the fierce shock of it, her long, lean body stiffening, the breath cawing in her throat, her fingers still tightly clamped on her own nipples, pinching them between fingertips and palms, almost tearing at them, her beautiful face contorted in a fury of excruciating pleasure.  She could not cry out, but her body began to quake and shudder as waves of orgasmic shock poured through her.
       
       Anngghhh! she finally managed to croak, then took a quick breath, then screamed in a long, piercing wail.  Aanngghhiiieeee!  Oohhhhnnnnnngggg!  Oh shit!  Auunngghmmmnnnggg!  She jackknifed and surged up off the bed, straining, jerking.
       
       Yes, honey, yes! Laura panted to her, still rubbing the spot inside Randis pussy where she had discovered the jackpot, then sucking her clit again, knowing that successive waves of thrilling spasms were still possible, feeling overjoyed when Randis body again gave in to a few more sharp jolts.
       
       Unhhh!  Ohnnggghhh!  Auunnngghmmnneeee! she wailed again, this time turning and thrashing in the rumpled sheets, digging her heels into the mattress and thrusting her pelvis up into Lauras face, her hips shaking and her face grimacing wildly as another sweet, less powerful but probably equally blissful climax shook her flexing body.
       
       Finally, the storm passed.  It seemed to take a long time, though, Laura reflected, to dissipate.  Forever.  She stayed where she was, with her two fingers still embedded in Randis lovely pussy, now wetter than ever, and her lips only inches from the fat love bulb at the top.  She had plenty of time to admire and marvel over it while waiting for Randi to revive.  
       
       Several minutes passed.  Randi stirred.  Her breathing had returned to normal.  She looked down at Laura and managed a wan smile.  Guess we can forget about the handcuffs for a while, she grinned.  We dont seem to need them to get where were going.
       
       Laura smiled at her and slid up face to face.  I guess youre certainly right, she murmured, kissing Randis lovely, sort of flat nose, then her sensual lips.  All I have to do is look at your face to come.
       
       Liar, Randi grinned.  
       
       True, Laura shrugged.  I almost came just looking at you.
       
       You say the sweetest things, Miz Laura.  If you were that close, then I guess it wont take me a minute to get you off.  She began to kiss her way down Lauras body.
       
       By morning Laura found herself musing on Randi and her new white lover fucking so much that Randi had thought she might not be able to go to work the next day.  They certainly couldnt have done more than she and Randi did during this night.  Laura knew she had not fucked this much, this continuously, or had this many climaxes, or lost so much sleep in the pursuit of ecstasy, in at least a year, and she found herself idly trying to remember with whom.  Certainly she and the women she lovedSara, Makeeda, even Dawn and Deshonahad not equaled it in sheer exhausting duration.  She and Randi had fucked in nearly every way possible.
       
       The good old days, she murmured to Randi the next morning as they got ready to leave Randis condo, Randi to work, Laura back to the convention hall.  I havent fucked that much since you and I used to do it in the good old days.
       
       Maybe we had to do it that much since we dont know when well be able to do it again, Randi said wisely.  They were lingering by the front door, still kissing a little, as if unable to open it and voyage forth into the world again, leaving behind this interlude of searing sex and bittersweet intimacy.  
       
       I know youre right . . . but dont remind me, Laura said softly.  
       
       Randi kissed her.  Maybe when youre fucking your lucky wife, Miz Laura, you can pretend its me once in a while.  I know I think of you when Wilma be fucking my brains out with that gigantic cock of hers.
       
       Isnt life sweet, Laura said, with sharp irony.  We can have each other even when apart.
       
       Sometimes its better that way, Randi said mysteriously, opening the door.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS text archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.   Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2006.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



