Laura was dejected for weeks. The gloom of her separation, apparently final, from Yvette wouldn't go away. And whenever she ran into Yvette at work, both nearly broke into tears. They had to avoid each other, which was even more painful.

She couldn't even bear to see Chanitra, who would remind her of Yvette, and her loss. And the thought of having an interlude with Karen, though it crossed her mind, seemed too dangerous. She was so numb with loss that she knew she might commit the most horrific sexual excesses with Karen, who would probably be a willing partner.

Instead, she withdrew into work. Surprisingly enough, she became involved through a project with the very Bob Scheinbaum who had apparently screwed Yvette on his office sofa. He didn't seem at all like the vile pig Yvette had portrayed him to be. And of course, through visiting his office she became friendly with his stunning black secretary, Jonelle Roberts.

Jonelle had movie star quality beauty, though she was extremely thin, and also very withdrawn, reserved, shy. Through a few offhand comments by Bob, Laura learned that she was in her early thirties, divorced, mother of a ten-year-old boy, and had recently transferred here from another unit of the company.

Laura, given her history and sexual inclinations, could not help feeling attracted to Jonelle, but it was new sort of feeling for her. Jonelle was, though superficially friendly, so remote and reserved that it was hard to warm up to her. And she was almost painfully skinny. Laura's relationships had been with women who had knockout bodies, and she found it puzzling that she could even feel attracted to the rail-thin Jonelle.

On the other hand, Jonelle had a face to die for, with high cheekbones and chiseled features, probably the most sensual mouth Laura had ever seen. She also had a dark, beautiful, swanlike neck. Laura wanted to kiss her. In fact, she caught herself daydreaming about it. But she really didn't feel any other sexual urges toward Jonelle, no need to eat her and fuck her, as she felt with others.

And Jonelle, of course, showed no interest. She showed no interest in any man, either. She gave them all the brushoff, politely but firmly. Still, Laura did succeed in getting her to have lunch, and that was when she finally realized what made Jonelle tick.

She hadn't felt it before, since Jonelle covered up so well at work. But when they got outside together, she felt this terrible, throbbing sadness coming from Jonelle. It was a mute, remote pain she apparently endured stoically, but it was now clear to Laura. This girl is suffering.

Still, they never spoke of it. Jonelle, in fact, spoke very little, nothing about her personal life. Only after they had lunched together three times did Laura begin to recognize her own familiar stirrings of desire. But she controlled herself and said nothing, not wishing to add to Jonelle's pain.

Then, as if to distract her, she got a call one evening from Shawn.

"I'm staying in town for a few days," she said. "Maybe you saw the notice in the papers. Exotic dancer, down on Market Street."

"Under your own name?" Laura asked.

"No. 'Dominique.' How do you like that?"

"Sounds alluring."

"I have a break from early afternoon until about 8 each evening. Wondered if I could drop by for a visit."

Laura could feel her pulse accelerate. "I think I could get off early, say about four. Want to meet me at my place?"

"Sure."

Laura gave her the address, then had a hard time concentrating until four arrived. She actually had not had any sex for almost a month and a half, not even self-induced, and felt wildly horny. And she remembered Shawn with great excitement, a beautiful girl, with large, luscious breasts, who really loved to fuck. Drop by for a visit? Laura could feel her cunt itching and running just at the thought of it.

By the time she got home, her hand was shaking as she opened the door. I haven't been this excited anticipating a sexual encounter since . . . the last time Brandi was here. She wanted to change into something sexy, her new lace teddy, something that would make Shawn feel as eager as she was. But before she could even set down her handbag, the buzzer from the downstairs lobby door rang. It was Shawn, who was on her way up.

Laura gulped and went to her apartment door to let her in. "Hi," she said brightly as Shawn appeared.

Shawn beamed and kissed her cheek in the corridor, a friendly peck. "Laura, I'm so glad to see you."

Only when they were safely inside, with the door bolted, did the murky, dangerous invitations and questions begin showing in both girls' eyes. And Shawn was stunningly dressed in a white miniskirt that showed off her spectacular black legs. She wore a tight pink sweater that emphasized her large, jutting breasts.

Laura looked her up and down. "Gosh, I'm glad the cab driver didn't just take you off to the woods somewhere and . . ."

"I think he wanted to," Shawn giggled, interrupting her.

"I forgot what stunning legs you've got," Laura said admiringly.

"Thanks," Shawn said demurely.

"Exotic dancer, eh? You sure have the body for it."

Shawn smiled. "You're just saying that."

Laura realized that the usual was happening. Both of them wanted to fuck each other like crazy, but they couldn't get past the awkward beginnings. Neither wanted to seem too brazen about it. Shawn had to be seduced, or at least a small charade of seduction had to be performed. She wasn't like Karen, who would be racing Laura to the bedroom by now.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Laura asked. "I know it's early, but it must be five somewhere in the world."

"I'd love it. I don't have to be back to the theater until 7:30."

Laura poured them each a glass in the kitchen. She found herself remembering when Rina had cut her hand on a broken wine glass, and Laura had sucked the blood and then fucked Rina for the first time. The thought made her hot and sad at the same time. But she tried not to dwell on it.

"Here's to a successful engagement," she said as a toast.

"Dancing for a bunch of old goats," Shawn made a face. "They all want to screw a pretty black chick with big boobs."

Laura smiled. She inched a little closer to Shawn, almost crackling with horny feelings, wondering if they were apparent. The thought of having Shawn to herself, not even having to share her with Sandra, was really getting her lathered up.

"Can't say I blame them," Laura murmured meaningfully. "You are gorgeous."

Slowly, they both set their wine glasses down on the sinkboard, their eyes locked together.

"I missed you," Shawn said softly.

"You should have come up for a visit," Laura murmured back, her lips now only inches from Shawn's.

When their mouths met, the electricity was suddenly released. Within seconds they were french kissing heatedly, embracing and moaning softly. Laura got her hands under Shawn's sweather and ran them all over the firm flesh and smooth, warm skin of the girl's back. She pulled the sweater up, over Shawn's jutting breasts, then up over her head too.

Her eyes fell to Shawn's large breasts, bursting from her bra cups. Shawn's breasts were larger than those of any girl Laura had slept with, and yet Laura remembered them not as large but as beautifully shaped. They were not pillowy and shapeless. Instead, they were firm, almost hard, pear-shaped, with perfect round undersides and huge, puffy black nipples that rose off each globe like ripe fruit, the thick centers protruding even farther from the bulging, satiny areolas.

Anxious to see them, she kissed Shawn deeply and unfastened her bra clasp at the same time. "I want to see them more than those old goats do," she murmured, pulling Shawn's bra away.

Shawn's magnificent, upswept, naked breasts took her breath away. Laura raised her hands and cupped them in her palms, brushing the large, soft black nipples with her thumbs. Shawn closed her eyes briefly.

"God, they're beautiful," Laura said.

Shawn's eyes were hot, swimming with sexual excitement. "I'll let you do something those old goats won't get to do," she whispered huskily.

"Promise?" Laura smiled.

Shawn nodded. "Take me into your bedroom."

"I can't wait."

Bemused, Shawn watched Laura's mouth drop to her jutting breasts. Laura held one large, firm globe and fed Shawn's plump, protruding black nipple into her mouth, sucking it in deep.

"Ohhh!" Shawn gasped.

And Laura was so horny, and Shawn so desireable, that her mouth on Shawn's breast was not gentle or tender. She devoured Shawn's thick, bulging nipple, sucking it hard, squeezing Shawn's firm round breast sharply with her fingers, quickly plunging them both into a frenzy of hot, throbbing lust.

"Oh god . . . Laura . . . oh god jesus!" Shawn panted, holding Laura's head in her quivering hands and pushing her breast into Laura's mouth.

Laura devoured Shawn's other huge nipple the same way. Shawn was panting and trembling, her nipples wet and rubbery and erect, her eyes glazed with sexual excitement. Laura kissed her neck, squeezing her hard breasts, then stabbed her tongue into Shawn's mouth.

"I want you," she breathed, "I want you, Shawn."

"Do me, baby, do me hard," Shawn breathed back.

Laura led her to the bedroom. Shawn was out of her miniskirt in only seconds, leaving just her panties. Laura had just got home from work, and so it took her longer to undress. She turned it into a strip for Shawn.

She knew, from her visit to L.A. and the orgy that had occurred there, that Sandra and Shawn both thought she had a terrific body. So she took her time undressing, letting Shawn drool over her lacy underwear, purposely but nonchalantly posing as she removed her bra, revealing the perfect, creamy globes of her upswept breasts.

Shawn didn't let her get any further. Without speaking, she pulled Laura over to her, letting their naked breasts gently brush, their nipples touching.

"I love to feel them mash together," she murmured, moving closer, encircling Laura with her arms, pressing their full breasts together.

They kissed more heatedly than ever. Shawn pulled Laura over to the bed and they both fell on it, still kissing. Laura still had on her skirt, and Shawn her panties. Shawn's mouth dropped to Laura's nipples, and she gave Laura the same passionate, hungry treatment she had received, sucking and squeezing Laura's breasts voraciously, making Laura whimper and squirm uncontrollably.

"God, yes!" she gasped. "Anngghhh! Oh . . . oh yes! Do it hard!"

"Oh Laura."

"Yes!"

Shawn pulled down the zipper of Laura's skirt, then skimmed it and Laura's panties completely off. Laura pulled Shawn's panties off next, marveling at the long shapely beauty of her legs.

"God, you have such a beautiful body," she said, running her hands all over Shawn's magnificent, naked legs. "No wonder they all want you."

Shawn kissed her. "But I'm all yours. You can fuck me. Only you."

"I want you to fuck me too."

Speaking this way to each other aroused them both to a fever pitch, and they embraced urgently, groping and sucking and squeezing one another, each one eager to bring on the ultimate ecstacy as quickly as possible. But Shawn was first, sliding between Laura's tawny thighs and pressing her lips to Laura's flowing cunt, then sucking and tonguing it passionately, quickly bringing Laura to a sharp, convulsive orgasm.

"Ohhh! Oh . . . ungghh! Oh yes aanngghauunnggeee!" Laura cried out in spite of herself, coming in torrents, her hips quaking and jerking as she pushed her flaming pussy up into Shawn's mouth.

The climax filled her whole straining, flexing body with hot pleasure, and not until several minutes later did she surface, still panting softly, embracing and kissing Shawn. She couldn't remember the last time she had come so quickly, so sharply.

"Gosh, you really meant it, didn't you," she said to Shawn.

"I love your body," Shawn said. "I want to fuck you again."

"Mmmmm, not until I've had my turn," Laura purred.

Somehow it was different now, with Sandra absent. Shawn's gorgeous body was all Laura's. She didn't have to share it, and she took the opportunity to explore every luscious inch of the naked girl, until Shawn was trembling and moaning and twisting uncontrollably. Laura remembered how she could get nearly all of one of Sandra's small, exquisite breasts into her mouth, whereas one of Shawn's huge, bulbous nipples nearly filled her mouth. And Shawn loved having them sucked, moaning heatedly and begging for more.

Laura feasted on the large, firm, jutting globes, kissing them everywhere, squeezing them, pinching and sucking Shawn's large, bulbous, black nipples until they were stiff and wet.

"God, if you keep doing that I'm going to come," Shawn whimpered, her eyes glazed and swimming with sexual need.

"Ummmm, just what I want you to do," Laura murmured.

"Ohh!"

"Your nipples are so big and juicy. The biggest I've ever seen."

"Oh . . . Laura! Oh!"

"Are you going to come?"

"Yes!"

"If I touch your clit, will you come?"

"God, yes!"

"Do you want me to suck you hard?"

"Please! Yes! God, now, please!"

Laura teased her for a few more seconds, then sucked one of Shawn's nipples deep into her mouth and at the same moment dropped her hand to Shawn's wet pussy, scissoring the girl's clit with two fingers and jerking it hard. A violent uprush of coming shattered Shawn immediately.

"Ungghh! Oh! Auunngghiiieee!" she moaned, her body shuddering as spasms of rapture gripped it.

She arched her back and strained, coming sharply, whinnying deep in her throat with helpless pleasure, then fell back to the bed. But Laura wanted more of her and quickly slid between Shawn's slack thighs, pressing her mouth to the girl's delicious, streaming cunt.

"Oh! Oh . . . oh Laura, it's not fair," Shawn panted, her body quickly inflamed by hot new urges.

"I want more of you, more, more of you," Laura panted, licking and tongue-fucking Shawn's blossoming pussy with excited, aggressive passion.

Somehow, losing Yvette the way she had made her desperately horny. She felt like a rapist as she assaulted Shawn's vulnerable pussy with her mouth, slipping her hands under the girl's hard, clenching buns and driving her tongue in deep, then curling it around Shawn's clit and kissing it until Shawn was crying out as fresh spasms of uncontrollable coming gripped her.

She had two more quick orgasms before Laura would let up. And then she repaid the favor, making love to Laura's breasts and hand- fucking Laura's pussy until Laura came exuberantly. Then, at Laura's request, she fucked Laura's asshole with two greased fingers and sucked Laura's pussy until Laura exploded in a string of orgasms that left her weak with exhaustion.

"I can't believe how you go for that ass stuff," Shawn told her afterward. "I mean, one finger, okay. But you really like being raped there, don't you."

"It kills me with coming," Laura confessed. "You should let me do it to you some time."

"You did it once with one finger," Shawn reminded her. "But you really want to get rough."

Laura smiled and shook her head. "Only if you want to."

"I know one thing. It's making me hot to talk about it."

"I think we have a little more time before you have to go," Laura said softly.

They fucked once more before Shawn left. Her dancing engagement was for four days, and she managed to get away and visit Laura's apartment each day between shows. This meant days of feverish fucking, and by the time she had to return to L.A., Shawn told Laura she had never been fucked so much in her life, not even by her various boyfriends, or Sandra.

Laura took it as a compliment, and they parted swearing to see each other soon.