       Laura - Chapter 340
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       True to her word, Laura set out to find Frankie a new apartment in the city, since Frankie had to be out of her Fremont house in two weeks.  From a fellow worker, she got the name of a rental agency and made an appointment to see two apartments on her lunch hour. Frankie was tied up in court all day and needed Laura to do the initial checking out.
       
       She was on her way to meet the rental agent when she passed by Walgreens and couldnt resist the temptation to go inside and flirt for a few moments with Gail.  
       
       Or rather, she thought as she entered the store, just smile at her and drink in her cute loveliness.  Flirting was too obvious.  Gail gave no indication of being interested in girls, and Laura didnt want to embarrass either one of them.  
       
       She found her in the rear, stocking shelves of pain relievers, wearing a white smock like a pharmacist, which made her skin look darker than it really was.  She was not light-complexioned but also not dark-dark like Frankie, or Dawn, or Dee Dee.  She did not notice Laura, who had to tap her on the shoulder.
       
       You look like a doctor . . . in your white coat, Laura said softly.
       
       Gail spun around and broke into a smile.  Oh god, you surprised me!  Hi, Lana.  Lana?
       
       Laura.
       
       Laura.  Sorry.  Forgot.
       
       Are they turning you into a pharmacist?
       
       Only a pharmacists assistant.  It means, if I work out, that they can send me to different stores when they need one there.  She gave Laura a painfully cute squint.  Job security.
       
       Cant beat that.  I was just passing by.  Thought Id pop in for a quick hello.
       
       Gail lowered her voice and looked around uncomfortably.  I cant talk to you unless Im helping you find something.
       
       Oh.  Laura acted chastened.  Then . . . help me find some Q-tips.  I really need Q-tips.  Are they near the cotton balls?
       
       Gail broke into the cutest, most devastating smile yet.  I think so.  Now . . . lets see if I can remember where those are.  Follow me.
       
       The white smock covered Gails delicious little rump, so that Laura was not tempted to leer at it while following her down the aisle.  Around one corner, down another aisle.  Then Gail turned and presented Laura with a package of Q-tips.
       
       Oh gosh, Laura grinned, is there anything smaller?  I dont think I need five hundred Q-tips.
       
       Gail looked on the shelf.  Meanwhile, Laura luxuriated in scrutinizing her billowy blonde curls and her smooth dark brown neck and cheek and sensual lips.  Yum.  I could kiss you everywhere, Gail.  You are a lot more than cute.
       
       Here.  Gail gave her a smaller package and took the first one back.  Only twenty-five in that one.  She squinted.
       
       Why dont I cruise by here when you get off and take you out for a drinkee? Laura asked, feeling very silly and awkward, especially for having used the word drinkee, which was definitely not part of her usual vocabulary.  Or coffee, if you like.
       
       Gail gave her a funny look.  Laura realized that she was not accustomed to being asked out for a drinkee by another woman.  But the pause was very brief.  I have a yoga class after work, she said.  And I dont drink.  But some other time would be okay.
       
       Coffee?
       
       Dont drink that, either.
       
       Goodness.  What do you drink?
       
       Green tea.  Full of anti-oxidants.
       
       Oh . . . right.  No wonder you are such a healthy-looking, glowing young creature.  I love you already.
       
       Well then.  Yoga, eh?
       
       Gail nodded.  Tomorrows good, though.
       
       Laura had to be jarred by this out of her reverie.  She was picturing in her mind Gail in some kind of tight leotard doing a yoga contortion that made her lovely young body strain and twist into infinitely desirable shapes.  Oh.  Tomorrow.  Shit, I have a dinner meeting tomorrow, right after work.  Excuse my French.
       
       Gail laughed softly.  Youre going to get me fired, if we keep this up.
       
       She glanced at Lauras hand holding the Q-tips, and for the first time seemed to see Lauras gold ring.  Her whole face changed, but she said nothing.
       
       Well . . . Laura stalled, maybe some other time soon.  Well find a place that serves green tea.
       
       Youre married, arent you.
       
       Yes.  Laura blushed, unaccountably.
       
       Gail seemed almost relieved.  Lets make it Friday.  I get off at six.  What about you?
       
       Laura nodded.  Six it is.  Well just get an ice cream or something.  Like before.
       
       
       
       
       Back on the street, on her way to the rental agency, Laura couldnt help feeling fluttery butterflies of happiness and sexual anticipation stirring throughout her brain and body.  Even though there was no reason to hope.  There wasnt the slightest indication that Gail was even likely to tilt in a sexual way toward her.  I shouldnt be getting these thoughts, she realized.  Im always jumping the gun like this.
       
       At the agency, a tall, slender, very attractive black woman in glasses with stylish dark red plastic frames introduced herself.  Im Paula Cooper.  Ms. Bell said you would be coming.  I guess shes involved in a trial or something.
       
       Laura nodded and smiled and grasped her beautiful hand, holding it longer than necessary.  Did she see a flicker behind those lenses, a sort of transitory electrical scrim from those dark brown eyes?  Oh, Laura, cut it! she told herself.  You have an overactive libido!  Still focused on the darling Gail.  You think every lovely woman is your prey!  Down, girl!
       
       Shes an attorney, Laura stumbled, repeating what Paula Cooper clearly already knew.  Tied up in court all day.
       
       Well, we have a couple of places she might be interested in.  Want to ride with me?
       
       I walked here.  Laura smiled.  I want you to like me.  God, youre pretty.  Guess Ill have to.
       
       The first apartment was on Russian Hill, the neighborhood where Laura had lived when first Jane and Kendra had lived in the apartment above hers, and then Shontays parents had moved in after Kendra had fled with her underage daughter from the predatory lesbian Laura (even though she tore off a piece with Laura herself whenever possible, on the sly).  It brought back memories, mostly good ones, mostly sexual ones.  While reliving them in pastiche, she was able to avoid devouring Paula Cooper with her eyes, since the woman grew more alluring to her by the minute. 
       
       Paula was dressed for business, though not as conservatively as Laura and her co-workers, or indeed Francine herself, usually dressed.  She wore a loose silvery blouse and a dark skirt that was cut slightly above the knee, so that when she sat, as in driving her older green Mercedes, the skirt rode up on her delicious firm very black thighs, making Laura salivate with the urge to caress and even lick them.  She did not appear to have a substantial or out-thrusting bosom; never a high priority with Laura anyway.  Some scrumptious little breasts could lie under those flattish little folds of fabric, as she knew.  But Paula, being tall and slender, had a black swans neck of the type that usually made Lauras pulse vibrate.  I love to kiss a beautiful neck like yours, Paula, she thought, over and over, mantra-like, to herself as they rode up to Russian Hill and parked, only a few blocks from where Lauras old apartment was located.
       
       The apartment for rent was on the third floor of a similar building.  Paula escorted her through the vacant rooms, their feet ringing on the bare floors, their voices echoing, even though they were speaking softly.
       
       I used to live in a building like this one . . . about three blocks over toward Van Ness, she explained to Paula.  They were peering out one window.  Had a better view, though.
       
       Paula smiled tightly, all business.  She seemed to have no idea that Laura was dying to kiss her and unclothe her and ravish her, right here on the cold floor between the echoing walls.  Lust knows no good manners, Laura thought.  But I hope Im not being obvious.
       
       Do you think she would like this place? Paula asked.
       
       I dont see why not.  I think she might have to get it carpeted, though.  It sort of rings when you walk.
       
       Thats easily done.  I can even recommend a company that does it.  Maybe even get the landlord to pay for it.
       
       I love your glasses, Laura said, an abrupt change of the subject.  
       
       But she was tired of not getting to the point.  Do you like girls or not? she wanted to ask.  Im having a hard time telling.  Sometimes you look at me as if . . . 
       
       But I may only be imagining it.  Still, at this remark she could see the renewed little scriggles of electricity in Paulas marvelous dark brown eyes.  
       
       Thank you.
       
       I want to kiss you.  Nobetter not say that.  Way too bold.  Laura realized she was staring.  But of course Paula was staring back.  Here they were in this empty, echoing apartment, staring at each other with . . . what?  Lust?  Certainly is that on my end, Laura thought.  She saw Paula looking at her lips.  Why dont we just give in to it, darling? she wondered.  Theres no bed here; nothing.  We cant fuck.  We might as well just admit that we wish we could.
       
       Paula was the one who broke the spell.  She raised her clip board and gestured at the view.  Do you think shell like looking out at the next building like that?  You know, the second apartment is in the Golden Gateway.  Better view.  Want to see it?
       
       Laura smiled warmly at her.  I cant wait.  It means I get to look at you a while longer.
       
       Now the air between them was sexually charged.  It hadnt taken much: only that innocuous conversation in the empty apartment, echoing off the bare walls, and simmering in the background with their sexual tensions and evasions.   Paula, back in the drivers seat of her Mercedes, seemed to let her already short skirt ride up a little higher on her delicious, glossy black thigh, and Laura had trouble not pouncing on it.  Ill bet you do this to all your clients, she thought.  Making them hunger for you like this.  You gorgeous black Jezebel.
       
       Laura had decided that she needed no further signals.  This was definitely the green light.  But Paula Cooper was still reserved, painfully professional, and aloof.  She hugged her clipboard tight against her barely protruding breasts and pursed her lips and pointed out the features of the new place in a monotone.  Maybe I scared her by my hot staring, Laura thought.  Id better tone it down a little.  Pay more attention to business.  After all, Im here for Frankie.  Im really not helping her out much by trying to rape Paula Cooper with my eyes.
       
       In the living room of the apartment, also bare and echoing, they looked at the view together.  See, you can almost see the Campanile in Berkeley from here, Paula said, pointing across the Bay.   I can actually see it from my place.  I live about a block from here, over on Jackson.
       
       Oh.  You live near here?
       
       They were standing very close, closer than they had been yet.  Laura could smell her; all good.  Paula smelt fresh and healthy and gave off the faintest wisp of an enchanting perfume.  
       
       You smell good, Laura murmured to her.
       
       Thank you.  Paula smiled nervously.  Its that Paris Hilton perfume.  Somebody gave me a bottle.
       
       Somebody?
       
       My . . . partner.
       
       Ooohhh, a dead giveaway, Lara thought.  Partner was a code word, even more than wife.  But she had seen Paula earlier looking at her wedding ring.  They were checking each other out, both of them, looking for the possibilities.  
       
       She knows what smells good on you, Laura smirked a little, moving away, toward other rooms.  There were two bedrooms.  Paula followed her into one.  Laura turned and almost pinned her against one wall.  You are too gorgeous, Paula, she breathed.  I cant keep from staring at you.
       
       Paula giggled softly, fetchingly.  She seemed one second so bold, the next second so shy.  Were supposed to be looking at the apartment for Ms. Bell.  Is she your . . . special friend?
       
       Laura smiled noncommittally.  We work in the same building.
       
       Ms. Bell is very beautiful.
       
       She is, isnt she.  Laura boldly raised two fingers to Paulas smooth black cheek.  So are you.
       
       Again Paula giggled, and shook her head.  Not me.
       
       Oh, yes.
       
       Dont you think we should discuss the business were here for?  Paula held the clipboard in front of her chest like a shield.
       
       Oh god, Laura thought, Im scaring her again.  Ive got to back off.  She took a step back, but not too far.  I think she will love this one.  She could even walk to work.  If she doesnt mind five or six blocks.  Good for the legs.  You know, a friend of mine from Paris says all the girls over there have spectacular legs because they walk everywhere.  She glanced down.  Sort of like yours.  Do you walk everywhere?
       
       I . . . work out.  A little.
       
       It shows.
       
       Thank you.  It seems Im always saying thank you to you.
       
       Laura realized that what she had seen as seductiveness earlier in Paula Cooper was not that at all.  Instead it was a kind of shy allure that always was devastating to Laura, a kind of sweetness that brought out the inner leopard in her; made her want to pounce.
       
       She took the step forward again, the one she had just taken back.  Now she was nearly pinning Paula against the wall of the empty bedroom again.  Instead of saying anything, she simply pushed her mouth into the womans delicious lips and kissed her forcefully and passionately, stabbing her tongue into Paulas mouth as soon as Paula parted her lips.  It took a few seconds for Paula to start kissing her back, but she did.
       
       Oh shit, I want to fuck her right here on the floor! Laura thought, heart pounding, as their mouths finally came apart.  Sorry about that, she smiled apologetically.  I . . . guess I couldnt help myself.  I really wanted to kiss you.
       
       Paula grinned back shyly.  Dont apologize.  Me too.
       
       I want to take your glasses off and do it again.
       
       Slowly, very deliberately, Paula removed her glasses.  Her dark brown eyes burned into Lauras.  Go ahead.
       
       This time they kissed like two cats in heat, if cats only kissed.  Paula had to stop Laura from devouring her mouth long enough to secure her glasses somewhere to keep them safe.  Let me set these over here, she panted, half lurching over to the window ledge and folding the glasses so they would rest on it. 
       
       Laura pulled her back and embraced her this time, pushing her back against the wall and ravenously drinking her mouth.  Now Paula kissed back with equal ardor, not having to worry about her glasses.  Laura kissed her long black neck.  She had been hungering after it for at least an hour.  She sucked Paulas earlobe.
       
       Ooooohhh god . . . youre giving me the shivers! Paula panted, but didnt pull away, just wriggled a little in Lauras fierce embrace.
       
       I want you, Laura breathed into her ear.
       
       I know.  Me too, Paula panted softly.  We cant do it here.  No . . . nothing.  No bed . . . no furniture.
       
       Laura already had a hand on one small breast, squeezing it through all the fabric of Paulas blouse and bra.  Dont you live near here?
       
       Yes.  Paula squinted and appeared to be trying to sort things out.  I dont like doing it there.  But shes in Guatemala.  On some junket.  She works for the Chamber of Commerce.  She smoothed her clothes out with one hand after escaping from Lauras tight embrace.  I suppose . . .
       
       Laura grabbed her again and kissed her, a scorcher.  Please.
       
       Yes.  I think we . . . have to.
       
       Yes, we do.
       
       Dont want to forget these, Paula said, retrieving her glasses from the window sill.  Lets go.  Its about a block and a half.
       
       How they got to her car and drove to Paulas apartment, Laura could never remember.  They were both so nervous and so horny for each other that it was hard to notice anything else.  But when they finally got there, and Paula closed and locked the door behind them, they looked at each other as if they were conspirators in a great crime and had to tread softly or the Anti-Adultery Army would arrive any second to arrest them.  The physical heat they had generated so easily in the empty apartment a block and a half away had dissipated, and now they were simply devoured by anxiety again.
       
       Paula especiallyno doubt because it was her apartment, Laura realizedseemed distraught and reluctant to continue.  I hate doing this . . . when shes not here, she confessed to Laura.
       
       Laura took this as an appeal and approached her and embraced her, kissing her affectionately now on her smooth black cheek instead of raping her mouth, as she had done earlier.  I know exactly how you feel, she murmured.  I do.  I feel the same way.  But nobody but us will ever know.
       
       Have you . . . ever done this . . . when your, you know, wife, she pointed down at the gold ring on Lauras finger, was away?
       
       Once I did, Laura said, kissing her neck again, realizing that it was so beautiful that she could almost get an orgasm from that alone.  I felt guilty for about three weeks afterward.
       
       Im feeling that right now.
       
       Laura kissed her mouth again, a romantic, lingering, sweet kiss.  I want you.  You want me.  Dont think about anything else.
       
       Yes.  Paula looked embarrassed, guilty, but willing too, all in the same expression.  She took her glasses off again and placed them on the glass coffee table.  Come with me.
       
       Laura followed her to her bedroom.  She wanted to say to Paula:  Look, theres a kind of joy and freedom that comes from having no emotional attachment, right?  I mean, we like each other but are not exactly going to change our lives over this brief hot moment in bed.  Right?  Give in to it.  Its purely physical, but do you really want to pass it by?
       
       Paula seemed to sense what she was feeling.  She closed the door to the bedroom.  I want you to know Ive never done this before, she said, bashfully, as Laura drew her closer with one hand on her arm.  I mean . . . with a total stranger.
       
       Were not strangers, Laura smiled.  We just about kissed each other to heaven in that apartment.
       
       I know.  Paula beamed.  Youre making me blush.
       
       Im going to do more than that, Laura breathed into her ear again, embracing her and kissing her hungrily.  Im going to make you whimper.  Im going to make you beg.
       
       We better hurry.  I have to be back at the agency in about an hour.  Dont you have to get back to work?
       
       Laura sucked Paulas full lower lip.  One thing I hate is having to hurry when Im making love to a beautiful woman.
       
       There you go with that beautiful stuff again.  Im a plain Jane next to Ms. Francine Bell, your friend.
       
       Laura was already unbuttoning the front of Paulas blouse.  You, my dear, are nuts if you think you arent every bit as stunning as that.
       
       Well, if you think so, maybe Ill have to get used to it.
       
       One thing about Paula Cooper was distinctive indeed: she was very tall.  Frankie was as tall as Laura, but Paula was a good head taller than either of them.  Tall and long; long legs, long torso.  Yum, Laura thought as she kissed her glossy black collarbones, and her smooth upper chest, everything that came into view as she undid each button.
       
       Paula was wearing a red bra.  Alarms went off in Lauras brain and body.  Why red underwear should have such an effect on her she didnt know, but it definitely sent the pounding of her blood up a notch.  Oh god what a beautiful bra.
       
       You think so?  Paula was now coy, though still a little shy.
       
       You wore it just in case somebody like me wandered by, right?
       
       You never know.  She smiled.  Though, as I said, I havent ever done this.
       
       Feeling a little risqu today?
       
       To tell the truth, Ive been so horny all morning, I hardly can stand it.  I dont know why.
       
       By this time, Laura nearly had Paulas blouse off, and was kissing her gleaming black skin everywhere.  Probably something you ate, she murmured, reaching behind Paula to unclasp her red bra.  Or didnt eat.
       
       You know, Ive got a pair of handcuffs in the drawer, Paula breathed, almost as an afterthought, as if she were commenting on the weather.
       
       Laura tried not to show her shock and surprise.  Youve got to be kidding, she finally gasped softly, sliding Paulas unfastened bra down her arms and flinging it away, kissing her shoulder, then her smooth throat.
       
       Paula nodded.  Not kidding.
       
       You want me to handcuff you?
       
       God, I die just thinking of it, Paula confessed.
       
       You dont even know me.
       
       Paula shook her head.  I know you.
       
       Maybe you do, Laura grinned.  Maybe you do.  Meanwhile, she was cupping and squeezing Paulas very small breasts, nice swellings with lovely, soft, very black nipples and areolas.  God, I love these.  These are so beautiful.
       
       Let me get the handcuffs.
       
       You, my love, are a kink and a half.
       
       Paula smirked over her shoulder at Laura as she went to the drawer.  She had a ravishing long black back.  Laura wanted to maul it with kisses.  Paula returned with the handcuffs dangling provocatively from one extended forefinger, still smirking, again with her peculiar mixture of coquettishness and embarrassment.
       
       Laura grabbed them and flung them onto the bed.  Here . . . get this stuff off.  Quick.  She tore out of her own blouse and bra.
       
       Both of them now raced to undress, then press their naked flesh together.  Oh shit, Im so excited . . . and so horny, Paula panted softly against Lauras neck as they fell together onto the bedspread, not bothering to pull it down, taking care not to land on the handcuffs.  I think I may . . . not take long, she giggled.  If you handcuff me, Ill come in two seconds.
       
       Where is the key?  You forgot it.
       
       Same drawer.
       
       Somehow in these few seconds Paulas lovely dark brown eyes had become two pulsing embers of sex, boring into Lauras, beckoning, beseeching, letting Laura know how much she wanted to be fucked.  Sure you dont want to wait until later for that? Laura asked.
       
       Paula shook her head, vigorously.  Now.  Please.  We have to hurry, remember?
       
       Laura scooted off the bed and darted to the drawer where Paula had kept the handcuffs.  She found two keys, both on the same ring, and returned with them to the bed, placing them in plain sight next to the clock radio on the bedside table.  
       
       Put your hands behind you, you naughty girl, she smiled at the delicious naked woman stretched out beside her.  
       
       Ooohhh, you are just as much fun as I thought youd be, Paula murmured, rolling onto her side and presenting her wrists behind her back, just above her curved sacrum and her lovely, swelling black ass.
       
       Honey, I want to eat you alive, Laura thought.  Who knew lunch was going to be so much fun?  She snapped the cuffs in place and felt Paulas long, svelte body quiver slightly as the rush of sexual excitement gripped her.  To follow it up, and to give in to an irresistible urge, she leaned down and kissed the swelling dark buns of Paulas terrific ass, then caressed and squeezed them with her hands, making Paula pant and squirm a little.
       
       God, you have a beautiful ass, Paula, she breathed, kissing the globes of her ass even more, running one devilish finger up and down the deep dark crack between them.
       
       Unnhhhh . . . unnnhhh . . . bite it, Paula suddenly blurted out, but softly, looking back over her shoulder.  Bite it . . . yes!
       
       Laura sank her teeth into one dark round moon.
       
       Oh!  Oh . . . oh shit!
       
       Again?
       
       Yes!  Bite the other one.
       
       Honey, we may never get farther than this, if you let me give in to my true hungers, Laura thought, beginning to bite her smooth, bulging black ass everywhere she could, also pinching and groping it aggressively, while Paula moaned and squirmed in wild sexual arousal under her mouth and hands.  
       
       While doing this, Laura got a whiff of Paulas aroused pussy, which was clearly oozing and throbbing and blossoming by now, emitting a heady fragrance of unmistakable lust.  Paula was squirming and whimpering softly.
       
       Ohhhhhh!  Ohhhhhh yesssss!
       
       But Laura wanted those lovely tiny breasts too, and those large soft black areolas, wanted them in her mouth.  She was an oral maniac, and she wanted them.  She wanted them in her mouth from the moment she had seen them.  She was a breast fiend and could not rest without tasting them.  She kissed her way up Paulas naked body, turning her onto her side, until her mouth reached her breasts.  Her eyes caught Paulas, who watched in fascination as Laura did not even bother to lick her bulbous black nipple before sucking it deep into her mouth.
       
       Unngghh! Paula groaned, throwing her head back.  Yes!  Bite it too!
       
       What is it with these wonderful girls? Laura wondered.  Handcuffs and biting on the first date?  In fact, her mouth was so full of Paulas flesh that she really couldnt bite it without letting some back out.  But it was gooey wet with her warm saliva and slipped back out easily, until only the round pulpy bulb of Paulas wet nipple remained between her lips.  She knew Paula didnt mean for her really to bite it, not a vicious bite, only a thrilling light little nip that would send hot zinging arrows of pleasure through her breast and the rest of her body.  Laura often craved that herself, and was not opposed to delivering it to others, when they wanted it.
       
       She did it, biting first with her lips, then a little touch of her teeth clamping at the end, sinking into the silky soft areola.  The effect on Paula was electrifying.  She jumped, and squealed.
       
       Nnnnggaiiii! she cried out, but not very loudly.  She was, Laura realized, used to fucking in this apartment and knew precisely how much (a real estate expert, after all!) the sound would carry.  Ohhnnggg . . . shit . . . yes!  Oh god, Laura, if you do that again Im going to come! she panted.
       
       Laura smiled at her, now sucking this delectable, hardening nipple more passionately.  Im . . . going to do it to the other one, she gasped, slurping and sucking thirstily.  
       
       At the same time, she slid one hand down to Paulas crotch, separating the wet filaments of hair from Paulas swollen, greasy cunt lips with her fingers, then rubbing her clit in rapid swirls while moving her mouth to Paulas other lovely breast and semi-inhaling the bulbous black nipple.
       
       Unngghh . . . anngghh . . . oh god oh shit . . . Laura . . . oh! Paula whimpered, writhing and gasping, surprising Laura and herself, apparently, by quickly rising to a fierce pitch of arousal in almost a split second.
       
       Mmmnnnggg . . . mmnnngggg! Laura hummed happily, sucking Paulas big, mouth-filling nipple and areola hungrily, then nipping it again as she let it slowly slide from her mouth, as she had nipped the first one.  She also rubbed Paulas flooding warm pussy even more vigorously.
       
       Nnnggaiii! Paula yelped and twitched again.  Ungghh!
       
       But this time Lauras nip seemed to have ignited the tinder of her swelling orgasm, and she suddenly came without warning.
       
       Annngghiiieeee! she exploded in violent thrashing, a sharp convulsion, accompanied by soft but insistent wailing and shrieking.  Mmmnnggeeee1  Oh!  Mnnggeeee!  Oh god!
       
       Laura held her sharply shuddering body, as surprised as Paula apparently was by this quick climax.  Wow, she comes even faster than I do sometimes, she thought.  She just . . . went up in flames.
       
       Paula was still gasping, though her thrashing and spasming had quickly subsided.  This was not an overwhelming storm of an orgasm, but more like a quick, surgical lightning strike, that left her stunned and panting and glassy-eyed.  She shook her head slightly, astonished, looking into Lauras eyes.  I . . . Ive never . . . come like that.  I mean, so fast.  She shook her head again in disbelief.  I mean . . . fast, but not that fast.
       
       Laughing, Laura kissed her aggressively.  Im so envious.  Now lets go for another, bigger one.
       
       Oh no . . . oh no, Paula laughed too, wriggling her naked body against Lauras, who could feel Paulas damp, still-hard nipples brushing her own.  You have to come too.  If I did, you have to.
       
       Honey, youre hardly in a position to do anything about it for me.
       
       Take the handcuffs off and let me fuck you, Paula breathed into Lauras neck, almost the sexiest invitation Laura had ever received.  I think you need it.
       
       Oh darling, you are right about that.  Laura reached for the keys and had the cuffs off Paulas wrists in seconds.  They clanked as she put them and the keys back on the bedside table.
       
       And Paula, who had earlier been almost demure in her shyness, the embarrassed coquette, turned into a female tiger before Lauras eyes.  Maybe her quick orgasm had broken the ice (or something, Laura thought excitedly) because she suddenly swarmed over Lauras body like a sexual whirlwind.  Laura had no choice but to submit, though she realized she wouldnt have resisted anyway.  Paula nearly swallowed her nipples, one at a time, pulping and squeezing her breasts almost viciously as she sucked.
       
       Unhhhh . . . oh oh yes . . . ohhnnnnn! Laura gasped, writhing under her long silky body, feeling Paulas hand in her crotch, probing her flooding pussy.  Oh shit, Im going to come pretty fast, too! she thought.
       
       Paula kissed her mouth savagely.  Laura kissed back, squeezing her thighs shut on Paulas hand, just as two of Paulas long fingers slid up into her very wet channel.  Laura could feel the bed rock underneath her, and she realized it was because she was pumping and squirming violently, with Paula squirming just as violently on top of her.
       
       I thought you were . . . going to . . . fuck me . . . she panted into Paulas shiny black ear.  I need to be fucked.
       
       Yes . . . you do, Paula smiled, quickly sliding down Lauras body.
       
       She removed her fingers from Lauras pussy long enough to maul it passionately with her mouth, sucking and tonguing Lauras swollen vulva while she ran one forefinger, already greased with Lauras cunt juices, up and down the crack of Lauras ass.  She had a long tongue, and Laura could feel it wriggling all the way up into her pussy.
       
       Oh . . . oh! she cried out, feeling her body leap with flame.
       
       From this point on she had no idea how long it took to get to the end, but several moments later she spilled over in a hot, gushing torrent of coming, whooping and digging her heels into the mattress and hammering it with her elbows and pushing her throbbing cunt into Paulas mouth as fierce shocks ripped through her body, then were quickly gone as soon as they had arrived.
       
       Mmmnngngggiiieee! she wailed, softly too, as if mimicking the soft, ecstatic cries that had emanated from Paulas throat only minutes earlier, wrenching cries of sexual release, but moderated to fit the venue, as if each of them instinctively knew how much the walls would hold.  Anngghhhh!  Oh!  Oh!  Unnnmmmgghhh!  Oh god, yes!  Paula Paula.  Oh . . . you are wonderful! she gasped, looking down her own still-heaving naked body at Paulas face between her thighs, her lips still fastened to Lauras aching pussy.
       
       Paula grinned with pride as she slowly pulled away and sat up, her thick, sensual lips shiny with Lauras love juice.  She licked them ostentatiously, making sure Laura saw her.  You taste good, she whispered.
       
       Laura stretched languorously, feeling Paulas eyes on her body.  It was nice to be desired.  She let her eyes drift over Paulas delicious black nakedness the same way.  I dont know how we can both go back to work, she said, drowsily.
       
       Paula stretched out next to her and they kissed lovingly for a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of their warm bodies rubbing, enjoying the after-sex smell of each other.  I dont know about you, but Ill get fired if Im not back in about half an hour.  Thats just time to shower your smell off me and skedaddle.
       
       Laura sniffed her forearm.  I dont know, she mused, I think I might just want to smell you all day on me.
       
       You better not, Paula warned playfully.  Somebody be thinking you popped in bed with a nigga girl, if youre not careful.
       
       Theyd be envying me, if they could see you now, Laura said, letting her eyes devour Paulas naked flesh.
       
       Dont be tempting me, now, Paula teased.  Im in the shower first, you second.
       
       Wish I could join you.  I love fucking in the shower.
       
       Paula beamed.  Thats the sweetest thing youve ever said to me.  Lets do a rain check, okay?
       
       Reluctantly, Laura agreed.  In fifteen more minutes, they were both freshly showered and dressed, standing by the door of Paulas apartment before she opened it.  Laura kissed her wildly sensual mouth and cupped one of her small breasts through her clothes, giving it a gently squeeze.  Next time . . . fucking our brains out in the shower, she murmured against Paulas silky black cheek.
       
       Dont do that, youre making me wet all over again, Paula playfully pushed her away and opened the door.  So, she said as she locked it again behind them.  Your friend Ms. Bell will take the apartment?  The second one?
       
       I guess shell have to see it first herself.  But I think so.
       
       Paula looked suddenly glum.  You and she will be . . . you know, doing it together there, instead of you doing it with me.
       
       Laura looked around, seeing no one, and kissed her on the nose.  Your partner will be back from Guatemala, she reminded her.  Dont worry.  Well find a way.
       
       Paula broke into a happy smile.  We better.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html 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, 1999-2010.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



