Laura felt literally wrung out after two nights in a row of fairly relentless, though wonderful, sex. First the joy of going to bed with Cecilia, who had turned out to be much more eager and a hungrier lover than she had expected. Then the nuclear explosion of fucking with Barbara. Laura's pussy was actually sore from so much fucking.

I've got to get control, she thought. I'm going overboard. It's like I'm a sex maniac or something, always hopping into to bed with one of these wonderful girls. I just see one of them and I tremble. I have to try to be more reserved, less easy.

But she couldn't. One look at Cecilia and her heart would melt, her pussy gush with warm fuck juice. And Cecilia, because of her trouble getting free from Ron, wanted to do what Laura and Yvette had been doing for months: meet at Laura's apartment directly after work for a hot twenty minutes of frantic fucking, just to get it out of their systems.

"You wouldn't even have to take the bus," she said, almost breathlessly to Laura. "I could drive you. I bring my car. We could be there in ten minutes."

Laura's heart pumped wildly. "Okay. I can't do without you, you know."

Cecilia leaned close, whispering quickly. "God, Laura, I want you to fuck me."

Laura squeezed her arm, then left in a hurry, afraid they would be seen, and that her sexual arousal would be too obvious.

But then, at her desk a few minutes later, she got a call from Yvette. "Meet me in John Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," Yvette whispered into the phone.

"I can't. I . . . have a meeting," Laura stammered.

"Oh shit. I need to see you. Laura . . . I need you."

"Is it something you can tell me over the phone?"

"I need you." There was a muffled sob. "I need you, all of you. Don't you know what I mean?"

"Yes," Laura said softly. "I know. I . . . feel that way too."

"Meet me there."

"It's so dangerous."

"He's out of town. His secretary is sick. Can't you get out of your meeting? Play sick?"

"Maybe."

"Please. Laura."

Laura could feel her pussy burbling like an active volcano. First Cecilia, now this. She felt like a nymphomaniac. Maybe I am one, she thought. Except I'm not crazy for cock. Just these sweet, delicious girls.

"I'll be there," she said, so softly that Yvette could barely hear it.

Then she hung up. God, it's so dangerous, she thought. We could be fired. But I want her too.

Briskly walking, like an all-business female executive, she got to the office in two minutes, her heart pounding. Yvette was right: Scheinbaum's secretary's desk was empty. There was no one directly around the area. The furthest other people were fifty or more feet away. Yvette let her in.

"You're going to get us both fired," Laura said, but Yvette's mouth on hers stopped her before she could go on.

It was a scorching, demanding kiss, and Laura kissed back heatedly. When it stopped, they still clung together, kissing each other's neck, cheek, ear, throat.

"I want you, I want you," Yvette murmured over and over.

"It's so dangerous."

"Nobody will know. I want you. Whenever I come over to your place, somebody else is there."

"Oh, Yvette."

"It's true."

Laura burned with shame. The last two times it had been true, first Chanitra, Yvette's own younger sister, then Shawn. Yvette's eyes burned with sex and welled up with tears at the same time, her emotions so complicated that Laura could feel the throbbing pain and scintillating lust vibrating through the girl's body.

"I want you too," she said. "But this is no place for it."

"Yes. I'm going to rape you. And you can't even cry out."

Already Yvette had unbuttoned two buttons of Laura's blouse. Her lips on Laura's neck and shoulders caused the usual fires to ignite in Laura's body, making resistance difficult.

"Ohhhh!" Laura moaned softly. "God, baby, it's so dangerous."

"I told you John fucked me right there on that sofa once, with that high-assed, snooty-puss Jonelle Roberts sitting right outside, and she didn't even know it."

Laura felt a sharp pang at the mention of Jonelle's name. She remembered that Yvette had told her that, and that she had felt jealous at the time. She felt it again.

"Would you let anybody fuck you?" she asked, a shamefully irrelevant question.

"I wouldn't let anybody but you, if you only . . ." Her voice trailed off.

Laura felt rotten. Yvette right now was more desirable than she had ever been. Laura held her face and kissed her passionately. While they were kissing, Yvette was still unbuttoning Laura's blouse. She pulled it down Laura's arms as their mouths came apart, then unclasped Laura's bra between the cups.

"God, I sometimes dream of your breasts," Yvette said, squeezing Laura's naked breasts with both hands.

"Really?"

"Yes. I dream of sucking them. Once I came, lying there next to Arthur. But he didn't wake up, thank god."

Laura threw her head back as Yvette's mouth dropped to her breasts. She was aware of the danger, but she couldn't deny herself the pleasure. Yvette loved them and sucked and squeezed them passionately, taking Laura's nipples deep into her mouth, pinching them against the roof of her mouth with her tongue in a way that made Laura want to scream with excitement.

But she had to control her wild moans, strangling them into soft whimpers and small, keening sighs. Yvette peppered her breasts and wet nipples with kisses, then sucked them hard again, pulling Laura over to the leather sofa at the same time, pulling her down on it.

"Oh god, honey, it's so dangerous," Laura whimpered, panting excitedly, her cunt flooding with warm juice.

"It's not . . . it's not," Yvette panted too. "Nobody knows."

She tugged Laura's skirt off and pulled Laura's panties down her legs. Laura spread her thighs and bit her own wrist to fight back the moans as she felt Yvette's mouth on her wet pussy.

"Ohhh . . . I love your pussy, I love your beautiful pussy," Yvette murmured as she began tonguing and sucking Laura's aching, oozing slit passionately.

Laura felt her whole body fill with honeyfire. Yvette knew how to make love to her pussy, and she did it lovingly, in no hurry even though they were both in terrible danger, doing it like this in someone's office, with the door not even locked, since neither had the key. But each second made it less important to Laura, as she squirmed, and mewled softly, delirious with sexual pleasure.

"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she encouraged Yvette in a low, urgent voice, gyrating her pelvis, digging her fingers into the sofa cushions. "Oh god . . . Yvette, oh god!"

"Yes . . . go ahead, baby," Yvette whispered to her. "But not too loud."

"Oh! Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling a sharp uprush of coming wrench her body. "Mmnnngggeeee!" she cried out, holding her own hand over her mouth, her body flipping and jerking wildly out of control as she came.

It took a few minutes for her to recover, her eyes bleary and red, her mouth slack, her body sprawled across the sofa, clothes disheveled and half-off. But Yvette was still kissing her, cooing to her, caressing her. And Laura revived with an even more acute hunger for the girl than she had had at the start.

"How do I let you get me into these things?" she asked, pulling Yvette down and unfastening her blouse quickly.

"Don't tear it," Yvette giggled.

"I could eat you alive."

"Just fuck me," Yvette breathed. "It's all I want."

Together they got her blouse off and Laura unclasped her bra. Yvette's exquisite small breasts fell out, and Laura nearly swallowed them. She held them in her hands, squeezing sharply, and fed the plump black nipples into her mouth, first one, then the other, sucking hard. She wondered if she had ever devoured Yvette so hungrily but decided she must have, since she was always so aroused by her.

"Unh! Oh! Unh! Oh Laura . . . yes do it hard! Oh god! I'm going to come already! Really! Put your hand on my pussy . . . oh god I'm going to come! Quick, quick!"

Laura was half-disappointed that Yvette was coming so quickly, and half-relieved that the risk would be over with. Yvette's beautiful naked breasts and nipples were wet and shiny with her warm saliva, and she wanted to keep squeezing and sucking them. She dropped her hand under Yvette's skirt, slipping it up to her panties, which were sopping wet. Yvette's shaking hands helped her pull them down around her thighs.

Laura slid two fingers into Yvette's wet cunt, rubbing the tops of them into Yvette's clit.

"Oh baby, I don't want it to be over so quickly," she said, sucking Yvette's wet nipples hungrily again, and fingerfucking Yvette hard, with quick jabs that penetrated her as well as mashed into her swollen clit.

"Oh . . . oh!" Yvette stiffened. Then the convulsions gripped her as a ferocious orgasm shook her body. "Ungghhhnnmm!" she gagged, trying not to cry out.

Then she buried her face in Laura's shoulder, whinnying softly as her climax deepened. Her body quivered in waves, as fresh spasms of ecstacy wrenched her, bringing tight, muffled squeals from her throat. Finally, the shuddering came to an end. She sat up, as bleary-eyed and stunned as Laura had been, and just then the door opened, and a man in a suit came into the office.

Frozen in shock, neither girl moved, and he didn't see them until he had put some papers on John Scheinbaum's desk and was turning to leave. Then he stopped, shocked by the sight himself.

Laura and Yvette were tangled together on the sofa, both of them half-dressed, their breasts naked, their skirts hiked up.

"Oh god," Laura said, under her breath. She didn't recognize him.

"Huh . . . hello, Pete," Yvette said, nervously. She looked at Laura, then back at him. Both she and Laura instinctively raised their hands to cover their naked breasts, and squirmed to hide their thighs. "Don't say anything, okay?"

Pete grinned sheepishly, as if he felt bad about looking at their half-naked bodies. "I guess everybody has his own idea about lunch," he said. "Don't worry. I won't."

Then he left, not looking back.

Only now that he was gone did Laura feel the blood flushing into her face. She had been pale with shock until now.

"Oh Jesus, I knew this would happen," she said as they both scrambled to get back into their clothes.

"You did not," Yvette said. "Or you wouldn't have done it."

Laura glowered at her. "We could be fired."

But then she realized what they had done together, how hot their sex always was, how irresistible, how stirring, how rapturous.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, hugging Yvette. "It was delicious. But now . . ."

"I know him," Yvette said. "Pete Hansen. Pretty nice guy, no nonsense. He probably won't say anything. I'll feel him out. If he really gets threatening about it, I may have to buy him off."

"Buy him off?"

"Didn't I tell you that every white man in this company wants to fuck my hot little black pussy?" Yvette grinned mischievously.

"You wouldn't let him," Laura said, disapprovingly.

Yvette winked. Then she kissed Laura again, deeply. "I'll do anything that'll make it possible to be with you," she breathed.

"Yvette, this is serious. Do you realize what we've been caught doing?"

"Fucking," Yvette smiled. She leaned close, mock serious. "And was it good for you?" she teased.

Laura, in spite of her shock, broke into giggles too. "I didn't get enough of you," she confessed. "If we were alone, I'd rape you again."

Yvette's dark eyes glistened mournfully. "I know what you mean, though," she said, sadly. "Two girls, fucking in Scheinbaum's office. Perverts. Lesbians."

"Yes," Laura said softly. Then she got a grip on herself. "Well. We can't just stand here, waiting to be discovered by someone else."

"We can't leave together. You leave first." She kissed Laura, tongue and all. "And don't worry about Pete. I can take care of him."

"Oh, I know. With your hot little black pussy, right?"

"You seem to like it," Yvette said, tilting her head coquettishly.

"I don't like every cock in this company shooting into it," Laura frowned.

"You want it for yourself, don't you," Yvette pouted. "Now you know how I feel."

Laura squeezed her arm before leaving. "Don't let him screw you just to protect me," she whispered. "Really. Don't go that far."

"I won't," Yvette said, her eyes tearing up. "I love you, Laura. It was soooo good."

Laura turned and walked through the door before they could get caught again.