The noon encounter with Barbara in Rhonda Reardon's office had been so sexually stimulating that it had left Laura drained. All afternoon she kept recalling it, going over it in detail, remembering each second. Barbara had made her body leap up excitedly and explode in hot, delirious coming with just a few well-placed, skillful caresses, much as she, Laura, had made Tracy, or Jonelle, or Brandi do, to their astonishment.

The thought of Jonelle gave her butterflies, mingled with a sense of guilt over her heated fucking with Barbara, as if it were somehow a violation of the purity of her love for Jonelle, when in fact it was the kind of exuberant, full-throttle, raw and randy sex she loved. In fact, just thinking back on it made her hornier than the dickens, and she was afraid she might jump all over Jonelle and frighten the poor thing.

But when Jonelle got there, there was no question of that. Her dark, limpid eyes throbbed with longing, and they could barely control themselves until Laura let her in and fastened the lock behind her. Then they were kissing passionately, trying to swallow each other.

"God, I've missed you, I've missed you," Laura gasped, kissing her face all over, then her mouth again.

Big silent tears began to roll down Jonelle's cheeks as they kissed, and Laura kissed them away too.

"Why are you crying?" she asked. "We're together. Oh, I love you. I want you so bad."

Jonelle smiled through her tears. "Me too."

"Will you feel like I only love you for your body if we go right to the bedroom? I mean, how long can you stay?"

"Maybe . . . an hour."

Already Laura was drawing her down the short hallway to the bedroom. "Only an hour?"

Jonelle nodded silently. She wore a short green skirt, shorter than any Laura had ever seen her in before, and a white blouse with a scoop neck that showed off her perfect bones, perfect clavicles, perfect throat, perfect smooth dark skin. The shortness of the skirt somehow bothered Laura, though she couldn't take her eyes off Jonelle's thin but beautiful legs. But it was not like Jonelle to show off her body. Laura was jealous. Jonelle was an incredible treasure she didn't want to share.

"Gosh, you look gorgeous," she said to Jonelle, looking pointedly at her legs under the short skirt. "You look like you're trying to catch a man in that skirt."

Jonelle's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Already caught two," she smirked playfully. "At least they got stuff on their minds. I don't let them get too close."

A cold dagger of real jealousy this time shot through Laura. She tried not to show it, but it was very apparent.

"You don't have to look like that," Jonelle tried to reassure her. "I don't let them touch me."

"Oh, I'm just ashamed of myself, that's all," Laura confessed. "I live here, you live there. I can't expect you to just sit around and dream about me all the time."

Jonelle came closer, caressing Laura's cheek with her long, sinuous fingers, a more intimate gesture than she usually allowed herself, at least when they were both fully clothed. "I do dream about you, though. But I know how beautiful you are. You look like that model, you know the one I mean? Seymour something?"

"Stephanie Seymour."

"Right. Maybe I've told you that before. I know the guys are after you. And if you don't want them, the chicks. I know you aren't waiting for me to call, Laura."

Laura took Jonelle's exquisite face in both hands and kissed her. "There's only you," she whispered. "If you were here, there would only be you."

"I don't let anybody touch me but you," Jonelle whispered, eyes huge and limpid.

"You will, though. Some day. And I have to be strong. I don't own you."

"Yes you do," Jonelle whispered. "You own me right now."

She reached behind her back and unzippered her blouse, shrugging it off. Laura removed her own, then came closer, unfastening Jonelle's champagne-colored bra between the cups. Then she reached behind her and unfastened her own. Both their bras dropped to the floor.

Laura moved forward again until her nipples brushed Jonelle's thick, swollen bulbs. Looking down, Jonelle bit her lower lip. Now, when they embraced and kissed, they both could feel a conflagration beginning. They fell backward onto Laura's bed, and Laura immediately dropped her mouth to Jonelle's plump nipples, tonguing and sucking them feverishly, making Jonelle twist and moan excitedly.

Laura could never stop with Jonelle's large, bulbous nipple, but had to suck the girl's whole breast into her mouth too, which quickly drove Jonelle up the wall. Laura tried to swallow both of her breasts, and she was quivering and moaning wildly. She pulled Laura up and kissed her heatedly, pressing her wet nipples into Laura's breasts, her tongue scorching Laura's ear.

"I want to feel your pussy against mine," she breathed. "Like before. God, I want it, Laura."

"Me too . . . me too," Laura panted, quickly unzipping Jonelle's skirt, then her own.

They both wriggled out of their skirts, and their panties, coiling their naked bodies together, scissoring each other's legs, kissing urgently.

"I want to fuck your pussy with my pussy," Laura murmured, eyes blazing with lust, as they maneuvered their bodies into place.

"Yes," Jonelle breathed. "Oh . . . yes!"

Both of them were wet and hot and almost frantic in their urgency. They looked deep into each other's eyes, then down at their open cunts as they slowly moved them together. When the warm, wet flesh touched and then melded together, each one sighed and quivered excitedly.

"Ohhhh . . . Jesus!" Jonelle gasped, throwing her head back, her face contorted with bliss.

"Unhhhh . . . yes oh Jonelle yes yes!" Laura panted.

They tried to move slowly, to savor the sweet intensity of the sensations that flowed through their bodies as their wet cuntlips slithered and squinched together. But it was impossible. The urgency was too overpowering. Each held the other's leg as they pushed their groins together and gyrated their hips, fucking each other in slow, swirling motions that quickly became a hot, urgent pumping.

"Oh! Anngghhhh!" Jonelle moaned, grimacing from the sharp sensations.

"Unghh! Unh! Unh!" Laura grunted softly, knowing they would both come in only seconds, that prolonging it was impossible.

Already Jonelle was pressing her cheek against Laura's shin, her eyes closed, her full lower lip between her teeth, wincing as Laura's pussy mashed repeatedly into hers. She gyrated her pelvis, whimpering more and more uncontrollably, while Laura herself began jamming her pussy even harder into Jonelle's warm, runny slit, almost delirious with frantic lust.

"Oh baby oh honey oh Jonelle . . ." Laura gasped almost incoherently as their bodies writhed together, drawing closer and closer to a final explosion.

Suddenly Jonelle stiffened, keening deep in her throat, then undulating in waves of spasms as a sharp orgasm wrenched her.

"Auuggnhhhh!" she cried out, clenching and moaning. "Oh! Ohhnggg! Auunnggghhhhh!"

Her hard, clenching spasms almost sucked an orgasm right out of Laura, who also spilled over with hot coming seconds later, her writhing body wrenched by shocking jolts of burning rapture.

"Oh unhhh god yes!" she panted. "Annghiieee!"

Quickly, she turned her face into the sheet to muffle her screams. Their bodies, totally intertwined and fused at the groin, shared a thrilling shock of ecstacy, a deep, vibrating union that burned to the core of each one. When it began to subside, they were both drained by it, slack and trembling.

But Laura's sense of urgency was still great, since she knew Jonelle would stay only a few minutes longer, then perhaps be gone out of her life for months. She disentangled their legs and swarmed over Jonelle's lovely naked body, sucking her large black nipples again, then quickly slipping between her thighs, pressing her mouth to the warm, wet pussy she had just fucked so vigorously with her own.

"Unghgh! Oh!" Jonelle gasped, arching her back as Laura began to lick and suck her pussy passionately. "Ohhhh . . . Laura!"

Laura slid her hands under the girl's deliciously small but round ass and lifted her pussy like a feast to her mouth, slipping her tongue in deep, toying with Jonelle's clit, swallowing the warm, tangy nectars that flowed from Jonelle's excited slit, mouth-fucking her hungrily, greedily. She wanted Jonelle to remember this. When she returned to Dallas, and eventually did let one of her male admirers 'touch' her, Laura wanted her to know subconsciously, and consciously, that nothing could come close to the last two times she was with Laura, when Laura fucked her repeatedly, and made her die of coming.

And Jonelle did come again in only a few minutes, a small, fluttering series of spasms, accompanied by long sighs, and deep moans. But it was only a warm-up for the orgasm Laura wanted to give her.

Now she left Jonelle's groin momentarily, kissing her thighs, her smooth belly, her ribcage, her breasts, sucking her nipples again, then kissing her neck, her mouth, caressing her boldy at the same time, keeping her on the arousal plateau.

"I want to eat you alive, I want to swallow you," she murmured over and over to Jonelle. "I want to eat you and fuck you and devour you and never let you get away."

"Ohhhhnnn! Ohnnnn Laura!" Jonelle gasped, twisting, quivering as Laura's hand dropped again to her flooding pussy, caressing it cleverly.

"I want to make you come so hard you never forget me," Laura whispered, dropping her lips again to Jonelle's nipples, tonguing and sucking them until they were wet and stiff and rubbery, then teasing them with her teeth.

"God, suck the whole thing!" Jonelle whimpered. "Please! Like you did before. Suck the whole thing, do it hard! Please! Unghhh! Oh . . . yes! Unh! Yes, Laura . . . yes!"

Laura sucked Jonelle's whole small breast into her mouth, and Jonelle went wild, stiffening, keening, writhing in the grip of a fierce sexual need. Laura rubbed the girl's wet pussy with her hand at the same time, sucking hard, rubbing fast, then switching to Jonelle's other small breast and nearly swallowing it too. And in the middle of this wild squirming, moaning, pumping, thrusting, and churning, Jonelle began to come again.

And this was the orgasm Laura had aimed for, the one that nearly made Jonelle pass out. Her lovely lean body stiffened, arched, then exploded in a fury of uncontrollable spasms, her throat clotted with ecstatic screams, her thighs closing on Laura's hand as the jolts of a killing climax wrenched her. She sank into the rapturous trance of coming that Laura had witnessed before, her eyes shut, her body trembling as wave after wave of shockingly deep ecstacy gripped her. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't even moan or whimper, but just gasped desperately for breath as each shockwave struck her.

The intensity lasted for more than a minute, and then began to subside. Slowly her body relaxed, and her breath came easier, and finally her eyes opened, gazing up at Laura.

"I knew it had to be you," she said, weakly. "Nobody in my life ever did that to me but you. Nobody ever made me come like that but you."

Laura embraced her, still unable to keep her hands off the enchanting woman. "I hope nobody ever does," she whispered. "Then you'll leave me."

Jonelle shook her head. "Never." Then she smiled and squinted fetchingly. "Only wish I could give it back to you."

"You give me everything," Laura said, feeling herself almost dissolve as Jonelle gently pushed her onto her back and began exploring her breasts with her lips and fingers.

Only Brandi, and Karen once, had ever made Laura pass out in the throes of an orgasm, and that had been from the sheer overpowering violence of it, the sublime sadism of being raped by Brandi's thigh, or ravished by Karen's ingenious perversion. But Laura knew that if she ever fainted just from the pure emotion and beauty of it that Jonelle would be the cause.

And Jonelle was really making love to her now, not just fucking, but communicating the depth of her feeling for Laura by the way she caressed and explored Laura's pliant, supple, yielding body. By the time her mouth reached Laura's pussy, Laura was wound as tight as a spring, and she came only seconds after Jonelle's tongue stroked her clit. It was a gigantic, blossoming orgasm like a swelling, bursting cloud inside her, so intense that she nearly did pass out, and was left limp and stunned afterward.

"Oh god . . . how can I live without you?" she sighed, pulling Jonelle into her arms, still pulsing from the afterglow.

"You gon' have to, 'cause I got to leave in five minutes," Jonelle grinned, lapsing, as she occasionally did after a few stunning sexual unions with Laura, into a more relaxed way of talking.

"Why can't you stay longer?" She pinned Jonelle on her back and caressed her in a very sexually aggressive way. "I haven't even begun to do what I want to do to you."

"You just want to lay here and fuck me all night," Jonelle twinkled, obviously spilling over with pleasure at such a thought.

"You bet I do. And I'm going to do it again. I'm not letting you leave, not until I make you surrender one more time."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" Jonelle asked, flirting and feigning reluctance.

"You have no choice. I'm going to rape you."

"Oooohh, what fun!"

And Laura, as usual, was as good as her word. This time she turned Jonelle over onto her stomach and began massaging her long, sinuous back, and her pert, hard little ass. Jonelle closed her eyes and sighed as Laura's clever, loving fingers explored the firm, silky flesh of her marvelous back, following them everywhere with her lips, then descended, finally kneading the round, dark buns of her ass.

By the time Laura's tongue slithered between them, Jonelle was writhing and moaning uncontrollably under her.

"Ohhhnnn . . . oh girl oh shit," she panted. "Oh Laura . . . unhhhh oh please! Please."

Laura's fingers parted the firm round balls of flesh, and she slipped her tongue into Jonelle's ass, sliding it slowly in and out as Jonelle went crazy, twisting, moaning, whimpering, clenching her buns and her thighs, panting. She was phenomenally aroused, and when Laura's hand slipped up to caress her freshly wet pussy, she went even wilder, almost wilder than Laura had ever seen her.

Jonelle pushed her delectable rump up slightly for Laura, clenching her thighs and moaning constantly, arousing Laura by her responsiveness so much that Laura began to fuck her harder. Jonelle had again become very wet, and the fingers of Laura's hand were coated with her warm cunt juices.

She raised them up from Jonelle's pussy and slid two of them into the girl's ass before Jonelle realized it. Jonelle stiffened.

"Ohhhhnnn!" she gasped softly, her beautiful face suddenly paralyzed as Laura's fingers slid in deep.

Laura had tongue-fucked Jonelle's ass several times in the past, but only once had she done this. It was during their all-day- in-bed marathon in Laura's Dallas hotel room, and both of them remembered that Jonelle had nearly died of coming. And now she would again, they both knew it, as Laura cranked up the sexual tension immediately, pulling Jonelle onto her side and sliding her head between the girl's thighs, so that she could fingerfuck Jonelle's ass while tonguing and sucking her pussy at the same time.

Laura poured on the heat, fucking Jonelle's asshole hard with her fingers, deep, plunging thrusts, and sucking her pussy in a searing frenzy at the same time. Jonelle began to come in sharp bursts almost immediately, wrenching spasms that led up to the fierce trance of ecstacy Laura had seen before.

"Oooohnnngggg! Oooohhnnggggg!" she began moaning softly, her lovely face seized with rapture, her body undulating as shock wave after shock wave of a paralyzing orgasm consumed her.

Laura stopped fucking her and just held her tightly as she came and came, until she was finished. It took her several minutes to regain her senses. Even then, she looked and felt completely limp and devastated by a bliss deeper than Laura could fathom.

"God, I love it when you come so hard," Laura murmured, kissing her. "I love making you come so hard."

A wan smile passed across Jonelle's beautiful features. "You love it? How do you think I feel, then?"

"You've got to come back here to live," Laura said breathlessly, before she could stop herself. "We could do this all the time. We could fuck all night."

Even though she was still stunned by the force of her climax, Jonelle grew serious, solemn, still lying in Laura's arms, staring up at her wide-eyed. "I could never stand you doing it with those others," she said quietly. "You know that."

"I . . . could stop. Nobody but us."

"I have a little boy. I can't run over here every time you get horny." She smiled her twinkly smile. "In fact, I've got to go right now. I shouldn't have stayed this long."

Now involuntary tears began to spill down Laura's cheeks. "Jonelle, I don't know how I can live without you," she sobbed softly.

Gently, Jonelle tried to change course. "I can't just come back here without a job."

"I'll help you get one. I have a little influence. I know some people, even people in the company."

"Great. Then I'll be totally dependent on you for my job and my sex life both."

Her words cut Laura deep, but she realized they were true. Jonelle was already trying to get up, to dress and leave, but Laura pulled her forcibly back down on the bed, kissing her with a scorching passion that even they had not yet equaled today. Jonelle returned it, and Laura knew neither of them could believe how quickly the fires flared up, even brighter than before.

In seconds they were frantically fucking again, perhaps with more desperation this time than ever before, devouring one another, hurting one another in their sharp urgency.

"God, I love you, I love you, I can't live without you!" Laura panted to her, moaning as Jonelle's mouth tore at her nipples, and Jonelle's hand ravished her pussy.

"Unhhh . . . oh Laura oh Laura I love you too!" Jonelle whimpered. "Oh Jesus you're gonna make me come again! Oh yes!"

They came together in a searing, jolting spasm, their bodies pressed together, their flesh shuddering in harmony. It was an excruciating, violent orgasm for each of them, and it left them panting, gasping for breath, totally shattered by the depth of feeling they had expressed. Both were crying and laughing together as the release of tension left them slack and quivering in the rumpled sheets.

"I can't believe us," Laura smiled through her tears.

"I can't either. Every time I leave you, I think I dreamed it."

"Neither one of us dreamed it," Laura said solemnly. "We did it."

This time Jonelle bounced up off the bed before Laura could grab her again. "And now I'm getting out of here before we can do it again," she teased.

"How can you leave me?"

Jonelle turned, her eyes blurred with tears. "I can't. Don't make it so hard."

Laura turned her face away. "Sorry."

She left the bedroom while Jonelle dressed. At the door, they were reserved again, shy. Laura had pulled on a bathrobe. They kissed chastely.

"Please call me. At least we can talk."

Jonelle smiled and nodded. "I will. Don't you be dragging some other chick into that bed while my smell is still on it."

Laura pinched her for being mean. They both dissolved into giggles, kissed again, and Jonelle left. Laura watched her splendid legs under the short skirt until she disappeared into the elevator.