This time when Laura got home it was not Chanitra who was waiting for her, but Yvette, who had left a long message on her answering machine. Crying throughout, she explained to Laura that Chanitra had told her how she had seduced Laura.

"I know it sounds silly coming from me after what I said," she sobbed softly, "but I love you and I want you. I dream about you. I want to hold you and push my wet pussy into yours like we did once, when we both came so hard. Remember?"

Laura got wet just listening to it.

"I'm dying without it," Yvette whimpered. "I need you. I want you to fuck me. I'm so tired of fucking with Arthur, he's so disgusting. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to feel your mouth on my clit and my nipples. Laura . . . I want you. Call me."

Arthur was Yvette's husband.

Laura picked up the phone. It was Sunday night. She was still exhausted from her weekend orgy in L.A. with the two beautiful black girls. I couldn't reach another orgasm tonight if my life depended on it, she thought.

Fortunately, she later thought, Yvette's husband answered the phone. Laura pretended that she had the wrong number. But she was still so excited that night that she could hardly sleep. She wants me! God, I need her too! In spite of all the wild sex I had this weekend, I want her most.

But the next day at work, she almost dreaded seeing Yvette. When she did, it was in the corridor, and both of them were nearly electrified by the moment. They stopped. They couldn't speak. Their eyes locked, pulsed hotly, their mouths quivering as they both nearly lost control. The mixture of affection and sadness and hot, consuming lust that Laura felt, and that she knew Yvette was feeling too, was nearly unbearable.

God, when we do get to be alone, we'll fuck each other to death, Laura realized. "Hi," she said.

"Hi. I've got to have it. Where can we go?"

"Know any executives who are gone?" Laura grinned.

Yvette shook her head. "We can go somewhere at lunch," she said, looking at her watch.

Lunch was only a hour away. "Where?" Laura asked.

"The Hilton. Across the street. You pay fifty and I'll pay fifty."

The idea made Laura's blood race. How wicked and exciting. Like two adulterers meeting for a hot, forbidden, afternoon fuck.

"So expensive," she said.

Yvette's eyes flooded with sex. "I'll pay the whole thing. I want you, Laura."

"Don't be silly. I can pay half."

"I'll register and call over here to let you know the room number."

Laura leaned as close to her as discretion would allow, whispering in her ear. "I can't wait."

"I can't either. I'm so wet for you."

Yvette's eyes flashed with wild sexual excitement as she smiled at Laura and continued on her way.

Laura herself was so excited by the prospect that she could barely move. She realized that she was wet herself, after taking a few steps. At her desk, she waited for Yvette's call, trying to keep busy. When it came, she nearly dropped the phone, her nerves were so taut.

"Yes? Laura---"

She couldn't get her last name out before Yvette's voice said, "Five thirty-three. Hurry."

Trying to appear calm, Laura put on her coat as if to leave for lunch. Downstairs, she had to tell herself not to run. After all, you fucked like a bunny all weekend, she thought. Why are you in such a hurry to rub yourself against this girl? This lovely girl.

She knew why. And her lust was at such a high pitch that the weekend might not have happened at all. She could feel her pulse racing and the insides of her cunt itching as she rode up in the elevator. When she knocked softly on the door, Yvette let her in. She managed to throw the bolt on the door on her way into Laura's arms.

Laura kissed her rapaciously. Yvette wore only her underwear, a delicious coral-hued slip with a lace hem, and a coral bra and panties underneath. Laura kissed her naked black shoulders, and her long smooth neck. Then they devoured each others mouths again.

"God, I want you . . . I want you," Yvette panted, pulling off Laura's coat, her frenzied fingers tearing at the buttons of Laura's blouse.

"Don't tear it," Laura giggled softly, helping her. "You're ahead of me."

She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet, while Yvette slid her blouse down her arms. They kissed again, this time not so wildly but more patiently, tenderly, feelingly, exploring and renewing their feelings with slow, aching passion.

While they kissed, Laura gently skimmed the spaghetti straps of Yvette's slip off her shoulders, pulling the slip down so she could get her fingers on Yvette's bra clasp. Yvette's fingers had already found Laura's. Almost at the same moment, they unclasped them.

They pulled back a little, their eyes locked and throbbing with need for one another. Each skimmed the bra straps down the other's arms. Yvette was the first to get her hands up. She cupped Laura's naked breasts, squeezed them, lowered her lips to them, kissing and sucking Laura's nipples passionately.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, throwing her head back. "Oh god, baby!"

Yvette was hungry. She held both of Laura's perfect breasts in her hands, cupping them from below and sucking first one nipple, sharply, then the other, just as sharply. Laura nearly fainted with lust.

Finally, she took Yvette's head in her hands and raised it up. She kissed her, then said, "Over here," drawing Yvette toward the huge kingsize bed.

Both of them quickly shed the rest of their underwear, and Laura drew Yvette down next to her on top of the bedspread.

"I love to suck you," Yvette murmured. "Your breasts are perfect."

Each wanted to fuck the other, but there was no withstanding Yvette's very real urgency, and Laura had to give in. Again Yvette's hungry mouth on her nipples brought her to a trembling, uncontrollable frenzy. And this time Yvette's hand found her wet, throbbing pussy too. In only a few more seconds Laura was coming fiercely, crying out, arching her body, quivering and moaning with intense pleasure.

"Unnnaawwwonngg!" she moaned, every muscle in her naked body clenched and shuddering with ecstacy. "Ohhh god . . . oh god!"

The spasms had barely died away before she was swarming over Yvette's smooth black body with a sharp hunger that came from having feared their relationship was over. This was something she had only dreamed and hoped to do again. She was on top, with Yvette's small, upswept breasts in her hands, squeezing them until the large, black, protruding nipples swelled up in soft cones that she could assault with her mouth.

Yvette writhed under her, whimpering, begging, imploring Laura to make her come, quickly.

"Oh yes . . . god oh yes, Laura!" she panted. "Do it hard, harder, make me come, please do it now please oh please! Oh! Oh!"

But Laura wanted all of the girl's delicious, undulating body. She kissed Yvette's flat stomach, her incredible thighs, sliding between them, parting Yvette's glistening wet pussylips with her fingers.

"Aaaggghhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's mouth pressed against her cunt.

She too had a hair-trigger, and only a few strokes of Laura's tongue sent her over the edge into a hot seizure of coming.

"Ohhnn Jesus . . . yes! Ungghhhiieeee!" she cried out, her lovely long body flipping and straining as the orgasm wrenched her.

After this first explosive coupling, which they could not control, they lay lengthwise on the bed embracing and kissing and caressing one another for several minutes.

"I didn't want it to be fast," Yvette said softly. "I wanted to fuck you so slow, and make it last. I dreamed about it. You can't imagine how many times I fucked you in my dreams."

"But we only have lunch," Laura said. "We have to be fast."

"I know."

Laura slid down between Yvette's sleek black thighs and began to lick Yvette's beautiful pussy. She was determined to make Yvette glad she had overcome her jealousy and called Laura again. And she had not had her mouth on the girl's beautifully-shaped pussy in a long time. Carefully, she explored it with her tongue and forefinger, tickling Yvette's clit until she felt Yvette's thigh muscles clench, and heard the tiny helpless whimpering moans begin deep in her throat.

She had not forgotten that Yvette had a g-spot, the only girl Laura had ever slept with except Rina who clearly had one, and she knew why Arthur had never discovered it. Yvette had told her that she only came once with her husband, or at the most twice. But Laura knew that the girl didn't become really vulnerable to a hysterical string of orgasms until she had come two or three times already. Somehow her body became primed, then, for a sequence of shattering climaxes.

Laura brought her up with slow, painstaking skill, until Yvette was literally shaking with need, mewling and churning her pelvis, out of control. Cradling the girl's marvelous buns in her hands and squeezing the spongy globes as she softly sucked Yvette's swollen clit, she brought Yvette to a long, undulating, sobbing orgasm that seemed to last for minutes.

And then, before Yvette could come down from it, Laura went for the jackpot.

She turned her hand over, palm up, and slid her forefinger up into Yvette's flowing pussy, searching on the front inside wall of Yvette's cunt for the magic spot. At the same time, she took the small bulb of the girl's clit into her mouth once again.

"Oh . . . oh!" Yvette gasped. "Oh god . . . Laura unhhh! Unhh! Oh Jesus . . . yes, do it hard hard ungghhh!"

Laura knew when the tip of her finger found the spot. Yvette started coming in great hysterical shrieks, her lovely long body writhing and squirming as the fierce, rapturous, continuous spasms of almost unendurable pleasure wrenched her. Laura was even afraid that the hotel security would be summoned. Yvette sounded like someone was killing her, even though she was just having about ten of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.

"Unngghmmiieeee!" she cried out, her body surging up off the mattress, her hips churning as she pushed her cunt into Laura's finger and mouth. "Oh! Ungghh! Oh shit aauungghmmnnggiieee! Oh oh oh god another one oh Laura . . . unhh! Auunngghiieeee! Oh yes god yes aoonngghh! Unh! Unh! Oh! Ohhnnnnaiiieee!"

It was as if she couldn't stop coming. Finally, fearing someone really would break in just to make sure she was safe, Laura withdrew her finger and released Yvette's clit from her lips. She slid up and embraced the shaking, sobbing girl while Yvette slowly came down from the incredible string of wrenching orgasms.

When she could finally speak, she told Laura that even in their past love-makings she had never come close to the intensity of these endless orgasms.

"God, it's a good thing you stopped when you did," she confessed softly. "I could feel my body just sort of . . . exploding. I never came so hard."

"Maybe it's the excitement of doing it secretively like this," Laura smiled. "It's like committing adultery or something."

"I don't know about you, but for me this is adultery," Yvette said. "He'd kill me if he found out I was fucking with you."

Laura kissed her. "I forgot. When I make you come like that, I get to thinking you're all mine."

Yvette's eyes watered, just remembering the force of her climaxes. "I am all yours. Nobody ever made me feel like that. And I want to make you feel like that."

"Better hurry," Laura grinned. "We have to be back at work in about fifteen minutes."

"Mmmmm, and I plan to take all fifteen of them," Yvette smiled back, lowering her mouth to Laura's breasts and beginning one of the sweetest, most prolonged, most intense, and yet most tender fucks Laura had ever received.

Yvette wasn't lying when she said she loved Laura, and she explored every inch of Laura's naked body as if she were fucking Laura for the first time. It took her about five minutes until her mouth finally reached Laura's streaming cunt, and by that time Laura was ready to scream with need.

The only person who had ever fucked her so ingeniously, and with such excruciating patience, was Karen. Yvette wouldn't let her come. She toyed with Laura, bringing her to the brink, drawing back, taking her up again, almost to the peak, until Laura was shaking and quivering for release, moaning incoherently, begging for it.

"Please . . . Yvette, oh please! Oh god . . . yes! Unhh! Oh!"

"Beg me, Laura, beg me," Yvette murmured in a smoky, taunting voice, running her magic fingers up Laura's heaving midriff to her breasts, pinching Laura's swollen nipples, tickling Laura's throbbing clit with the tip of her tongue. "Beg me, honey. Beg me."

"Oh god, please!"

"Mmmmm, I love your sweet, wet pussy," Yvette purred, licking it, sucking Laura's cuntlips, slithering her long tongue deep into Laura.

She licked one forefinger to lubricate it, then slid it between Laura's clenching buns.

"Auunggh!" Laura groaned as she felt it enter her asshole. Her whole body arched, and she moaned desperately. Yvette had learned her lessons well, and she was bringing Laura slowly toward an excruciating explosion. Laura knew it, but she didn't know when it would arrive, or how to hasten it. She gyrated her hips, pushing her pussy and her ass into Yvette's mouth and hand, whimpering helplessly.

"Oh god . . . oh god! Please! Unggh! Unh! Unh!"

She raised her hands to her breasts and began twisting them and pinching her nipples, as she had watched Sandra do, bucking with her hips, trying to make it come quicker. And Yvette now seemed to decide it was time.

She began fucking Laura's ass harder with her finger, then sucked Laura's whole clit between her sensual lips and poured on the heat. In five seconds Laura's body was wracked by excruciating spasms of coming.

"Auuungghhnnggiieeee!" she cried out, clenching her teeth and grimacing as sharp, stabbing bolts of ecstacy shot through her straining body.

Her next cries were smothered by Yvette's free hand. But Yvette's finger kept twisting in her ass, and Yvette's lips kept pinching her clit, and she came and came, until there was no more coming left in her body. It took her several minutes just to catch her breath. Yvette kissed her cheek while she regained her senses.

"Are you trying to kill me or something?" she finally asked Yvette, still panting.

"Kill you with love," Yvette winked. "Kill you with fucking. Fuck you to death."

"God, you nearly did. I came so hard."

"I know. Hard as I did."

They both looked at their watches at the same time and realized that they were ten minutes late in getting back to work. Quickly they dressed, checking each other over to catch any telltale signs of what they had been doing.

In the hallway outside of the hotel room, a busman was lurking about ten feet from their door. He smiled salaciously as they came out together.

"You girls have a good time in there?" he grinned.

"Oh god," Laura said, under her breath.

Even though Yvette was very black, she seemed to be blushing. In the elevator they argued, laughing, about who had made the most noise when coming. By the time they hit the ground floor, they were straitlaced and businesslike again.

And Laura realized, as they crossed the street to their own office building, that during the entire thing neither one of them had once mentioned Chanitra.