At work on Monday Laura ran into Yvette, but in place of her usual ardent, even passionate flirtation was a distant coldness that depressed Laura. Yvette would not even stop to talk. She looked at Laura oddly, as if Laura had got some kind of disease.

Again Laura saw her during lunch. "What the matter with you?" she whispered. "I haven't caught TB or anything."

They were in the cafeteria, where they always took care not to call attention to themselves. Yvette glanced around nervously. Neither one had yet paid for her lunch.

"Let's go out to lunch," Yvette said, hastily. "I'll buy you a salad."

Laura smiled. "Okay. I accept."

That's better, she thought. Maybe her daughter is sick or something, and she's just a little overwrought. But gosh, she sure looks great.

Yvette was tall and striking, gorgeous, with spectacular legs. No wonder Rhonda wanted to screw her, that bitch! Laura thought, burning with jealousy. Yvette wore a grey business suit that was tailored and not at all revealing, though the skirt was short, showing off her shapely black calves and perfect knees. But there wasn't any way you could hide a really great body, Laura realized.

Yvette's tiny waist was apparent, and her small, hard breasts jutted out against the red silk of her blouse. The gold chain at her throat only drew attention to the sculptured bones there, and the phenomenally smooth skin. Her hair, the kind blacks called "good hair," swished around her shoulders, blacker than black and shiny and soft. She was wildly desirable to Laura, who seemed to remember every time they had been together.

But even at the corner salad bar, Yvette was still remote and icy.

"Okay . . . what have I done now?" Laura asked.

She hadn't been to bed with Chanitra since before her last time with Yvette, so she knew that couldn't be it.

Tears welled up in Yvette's eyes. She was always so transparent, Laura thought, again throbbing with desire for the girl. I've hurt her again, without knowing how I did it.

"I . . . came by to see you," Yvette gulped. "And I saw you going into your building with a . . . guy. This very handsome guy. God, Laura, it hurt so bad."

Laura blushed. "I'd think you'd know to call ahead by now," she said.

"I wanted to see you." Yvette tore a napkin in half. "I didn't even know you liked guys."

"I like that one," Laura smiled.

Two big tears spilled down Yvette's cheeks. "I couldn't help thinking of him doing all that stuff to you. It was worse than thinking of you doing it with Chanitra. Or that stuck-up Jonelle."

She looked away, eyes blurred with tears. Laura couldn't help feeling both guilty and exasperated. Yvette was so vulnerable, and selfish. I have a right to go to bed with Rob, if I want to, Laura thought. Without her making a scene about it.

"You let him fuck you . . . didn't you," Yvette said, accusingly.

"What do you think?" Laura said. "No, we played tiddly winks."

"You're making fun of me."

Laura, angrier than usual, leaned close to Yvette over the table and whispered. "He has a huge cock. I let him fuck me in the ass. It's still red and sore, would you like to see? Does that make you happy, making me confess it?"

Yvette blinked in shock, and bit her full lower lip. She quickly wiped away her tears with a napkin.

"God, Laura, it makes me so horny, hearing you talk like that," she said softly. "I want you. I wanted you then, that's why I got so sad. I . . . I went over to Rhonda's and let her do me. But all the time I was thinking of that guy shoving his dick into you."

Now it was Laura's turn to be jealous, and she knew Yvette fully intended it.

"Maybe we should just skip lunch," she said, dropping her fork onto her plate.

Yvette reached across the table, laying her shapely black hand and long, tapered fingers on Laura's. "You don't realize how much I love you," she whispered.

Her touch aroused Laura, as it always did. I want her, she realized. I desperately want her. She knows it. She can actually look at me with those big, limpid, dark eyes, and with her hot little pussy itching for it, and tell me she loves me. And I can't help falling for it.

"I'd like to eat you for lunch," Laura whispered, almost inaudibly, mouthing the words, afraid to be overheard.

"I have the key to Rhonda's office," Yvette said, twinkling. "She went to L.A. this morning."

Damn! Laura thought. Does that woman give her key to every pretty little slut in the company? Or just the ones I care for?

She clenched her teeth. "Not in her office. I couldn't do it."

"I love to make you jealous."

"I know."

"After work, at your place. But I can only stay twenty minutes. I have to pick up Stacey at daycare."

Of course this destroyed the afternoon for Laura, whose cunt seemed to hum and throb and ooze uncontrollably at each thought of Yvette. She knew she could recall in detail each intimate sexual moment they had shared. She could still remember Yvette's shock when Laura had first put her hand on the girl's naked breast, under the skimpy little midriff blouse Laura had loaned her.

She could also recall their sizzling hot lunchtime coupling in the hotel across the street, and their frantic orgasms in John Scheinbaum's office, and their passionate fucking on the floor by the front door of Laura's apartment, when they were too horny for each other even to make it to the bedroom or the sofa. Tonight after work would be like that. By the time Laura actually left work, she was almost shaking with physical hunger for Yvette.

She got home barely three minutes before Yvette rang the downstairs buzzer. God, we must've passed one another on the freeway, she thought as she hit the button for the lobby door. She could feel the warm, excited wetness in her crotch as she waited for the elevator to get to her floor. Have I ever wanted to fuck anyone so much? she wondered.

"Hi," she said breathlessly, when Yvette got to her door.

"Hi. Quick, bolt the door. I don't want to lose a second of this."

Yvette removed her suit jacket while Laura was fastening the deadbolt lock. She threw it over an easy chair and turned to Laura.

"Don't kiss me here," she murmured, eyelids heavy. "Remember? We never get to the bed that way."

"I remember," Laura said, feeling inflamed. She grabbed Yvette's hand and pulled her down the short hallway. "God, I feel like it's the first time with you."

"Me too," Yvette purred, when they were finally in Laura's bedroom, with the door shut.

They kissed sweetly, sensitively, then more heatedly.

"Oh . . . don't tear anything," Yvette panted as they both began to undress each other.

Laura had her lips on Yvette's beautiful smooth deep black skin before she had the girl's red silk blouse entirely off. "I could eat you alive."

"You're doing it."

"A new bra," Laura whispered. "It comes apart in front."

She kissed the valley between Yvette's breasts as she undid the clasp. She peeled the white lacy bra cups away from Yvette's exquisite small breasts and cupped them in her hands, while Yvette was kissing her own neck, and unclasping her own bra behind her back.

But before Yvette could undress Laura any more, Laura had pulled her down on the bed. Her lips closed over one of Yvette's big, swollen nipples, and she sucked it in deep.

"Unh!" Yvette whimpered. "Oh god!"

Laura feasted passionately on the girl's beautiful naked breasts, squeezing and sucking them so voraciously that Yvette's head tossed from side to side and she began moaning urgently. Not leaving Yvette's scrumptious, wet breasts, Laura got the girl's zipper down and pushed Yvette's suit skirt down, then tugged at her panties.

"Oh shit . . . Laura," Yvette panted, squirming wildly. "Do it to me . . . I'm going to come! Now, quick, please!"

Laura skimmed Yvette's panties the rest of the way down her spectacular legs, then knelt by the edge of the bed and quickly pressed her mouth to the girl's long, beautiful, glistening, open pussy, stroking Yvette's clit with her tongue and sliding both palms under the girl's smooth, clenching buns.

Cradling the girl's beautiful ass in both hands, Laura now devoured her pussy hungrily, stabbing her tongue deep into Yvette's glistening honey pit, then sliding it up across Yvettte's swollen clit as she withdrew it. Yveette went wild, churning her hips and writhing, squeezing her breasts with her hands and pinching her nipples, still damp from Laura's warm saliva, with her fingers.

"Ungghh! Oh god . . . unh! Unh! Unh! Oh Laura! God yes I . . . oh I . . . auunggggnnnhiieeee! Unggh! Auungghhieee!"

She came violently, her whole pelvis shuddering as Laura's mouth pressed to her pussy, drawing sweet spasm after spasm from her thrashing body. Laura was still half-clothed herself, her bra dangling from her arms, as Yvette pulled her up onto the bed, kissing her ardently, her eyes still glazed from the fierce shocks of her orgasm.

"God you wonderful girl I want to fuck you too," Yvette panted urgently, pulling off Laura's clothes and scooping up Laura's breasts in her hands, devouring Laura's nipples passionately, her hands hurriedly tugging down Laura's skirt at the same time.

"Oh . . . Yvette!" Laura gasped as Yvette pushed her down on her back and swarmed all over her, kissing and caressing her as she removed the last remnants of Laura's clothes.

The feel of their two smooth, warm, naked bodies coiling together was almost too sweet. They kissed ardently, but Yvette was in control, her caresses urgent, bold, aggressive, and in less than a minute Laura was quivering and moaning, twisting, gasping, on the edge of a thrilling orgasm.

"Ohhhh . . . yes yes yes!" she panted, feeling Yvette's hungry mouth against her pussy. "Oh god honey yes yes . . . yes! Ungghh! Oh! Aunngghhh!"

She came sharply, a fierce hot uprush of coming that wrenched her body repeatedly. It was so different from the orgasms she had had with Rob earlier in the week that she was shocked by the contrast. With Yvette she came quickly, exuberantly, in sharp, fierce jolts, whereas the ass-drilling climaxes he had given her had bloomed slowly throughout her nearly-paralyzed body, consuming her in a firestorm of mingled pleasure/pain.

She had no time to consider them further, because Yvette was already intent on bringing her to another one. They may each have just climaxed, but they still went after one another so urgently that Laura was afraid they might hurt each other. Yvette's fingers bit into her flesh, and Yvette's mouth tore at her breasts. And she was just as hungry, sucking Yvette's streaming, beautiful, long, black-lipped pussy until tight little squeals of rapture escaped from the girl's throat.

They quickly ended up in a sixty-nine position, tonguing and sucking each other and quaking and groaning through a mutual explosion of coming. Afterward, they embraced and kissed more gently.

"I want you to make me come that horrible, thrilling way before I leave," Yvette whispered to her. "That way I can't control. Where I go crazy when you touch me. Only you can do that, Laura."

Laura ran one fingertip down Yvette's shapely black arm. "You mean that bitch Rhonda can't do it to you?" she half-teased.

"Oh, I love it when you're jealous," Yvette smiled.

"Tell me how good she fucks you," Laura whispered, twisting the knife in her own gut, if not Yvette's.

To make matters more difficult for Yvette, she cradled one of Yvette's exquisite hard little breasts in her hand and began seductively licking the bulbous, gleaming black nipple sensually.

"Oh . . . you don't want to talk about that," Yvette said, looking down at her breast, and at Laura's tongue snaking around her now-wet nipple.

"Yes. Tell me."

Laura bared her teeth, clamped them gently around the plump, soft nipple, then let it go.

"Tell me," she repeated.

"Oh god, you get me so excited, Laura," Yvette panted.

"I want to know how she fucks you," Laura said, taking Yvette's large nipple between her teeth again, clamping it harder this time.

"Oh! Oh Laura . . . don't!"

Now Laura took Yvette's exquisite small breast in both hands, squeezing it so that Yvette's already-large nipple swelled and flared. She parted her teeth slightly and ran them back and forth across the distended black bud threateningly.

"Tell me."

"Oh! Oh . . . she sucks my . . . pussy. You know. Regular stuff. She's not kinky. Oh . . . oh shit Laura! Unhh!"

Laura let her teeth sink into Yvette's soft nipple, but not enough to hurt her. Then she let it go.

"If you want me to make you come that way, you'll have to turn over on your stomach," she said. "So you can push your face into the pillow. Otherwise, the neighbors will call the police. They'll think I'm killing you."

"Ummmm, and you will be," Yvette smiled warmly, happy to be past the Rhonda part. She looked down at her breast, though, before turning over. "God, that was wild. You really bit me."

"I'll bite you harder next time you let her suck your pussy, girl," Laura smiled menacingly.

"I never had a beautiful naked girl talk mean to me before," Yvette pouted playfully as she turned onto her stomach.

Laura began rubbing her back and her beautiful ass. She could see that Chanitra and Yvette had the same genes.

"You know," Yvette said, "Arthur likes to fuck me this way a lot. He says I have a beautiful back."

"Mmmm, he's right," Laura purred, kissing and stroking it in a controlled orgy of sensuality.

"But his cock goes in so deep, sometimes it hurts me. It's pretty long."

I know, don't I know, Laura thought, ruefully.

She kissed Yvette's long, sinuous black miracle of a back, caressing it with her own naked breasts, which aroused Yvette further. By the time she descended to Yvette's high, round ass, Yvette was whimpering, squirming. Laura kissed and caressed Yvette's firm asscheeks, nipping them with her teeth, while sliding two fingers into the juicy warm blossom of Yvette's cunt.

She had found the triggering spot so many times that she knew just about exactly where it was, and yet she hesitated to touch it immediately. Yvette had already come a couple of times, but Laura felt it wouldn't hurt to have a little more buildup, especially when so much pleasure for each one was involved.

She began to tickle Yvette's asshole with her tongue, then to slip it inside, while still moving her two fingers in and out of Yvette's soupy, slippery pussy.

"Ohhnnnn! Oh god . . . Laura! Unhhhh!" Yvette moaned, biting her lower lip, panting sharply.

"Does that feel good?"

"Ungghh! Oh god . . . yes!" Her whole body was gripped by a wild, involuntary shiver. "Ohhhhnnn! Oh god . . . harder, please, fuck me, Laura, please! Do it now! Unghhhh! Do it hard! Oh!"

By now Laura was nipping the hard, round, smooth flesh of Yvette's incredible bottom with her teeth, pushing her fingers deeper and harder into Yvette's pussy. And Yvette was swirling her ass back and up into Laura's hands and mouth, moaning uncontrollably, her body tense, poised for the finish. Laura knew it, and slowly she rotated one finger inside Yvette's sopping-wet pussy until her fingertip pushed against the front inner wall.

Then she drew it down, pressing hard, until she felt Yvette stiffen sharply. Yvette began to come in violent waves of ecstacy that wrenched her body repeatedly.

At first there was no need to stifle her screams because it knocked the breath out of her. Keening and cawing for breath, she writhed and flexed as the sharp spasms ripped through her. One after another orgasm wrenched her, and she finally began moaning into the sheet as each shock hit her.

"Ungghh! Ohnggg! Oh god . . . ungghhauuhnngg! Oh Laura! Ungghhnnmmiieee!"

She turned her face into a pillow, sobbing and overflowing with rapturous coming, her body churning in the grip of a shattering ecstacy, until finally it began to wane, and her breath slowed. At this point, Laura turned Yvette's slack, limp body over and slid between her yawning thighs, pressing her lips to Yvette's pussy and sucking it passionately. In thirty seconds Yvette was coming yet again, holding Laura's head against her streaming slit and groaning, her lovely body shuddering in fresh, wracking spasms of bliss.

She was so beautiful in the throes of ecstacy that Laura didn't want to stop, but Yvette frantically pulled her up, half- weeping, half-hysterical.

"No . . . stop, oh god, no . . . I can't, oh Laura, I can't take any more, please!" she whimpered.

"Mmmmmm," Laura nuzzled her neck. "I want to fuck you so much that there won't be any left for Rhonda."

Even though she was almost destroyed by the sexual gluttony of the past fifteen minutes, Yvette giggled softly. Then she kissed Laura warmly.

"You're so bad," she smiled. "There's no way she could do that to me. Or anyone else. Oh my god." She glanced at Laura's clock radio. "I've got to pick Stacey up in ten minutes. God, Laura, I can't leave you like this. After you . . . did that for me."

She pushed Laura onto her back and began kissing her feverishly. And even though she knew this would be a rush job, Laura submitted, wanting to be raped, wanting to be ravished by Yvette, very horny after watching Yvettte come so exuberantly.

She grabbed Yvette's head and kissed her back voraciously. "I want you to fuck me hard," she whispered against Yvette's lips. "Fuck me hard. Rape me."

"Oh yes," Yvette panted, excited by Laura's words.

She dropped her mouth to Laura's nipples again, and Laura held her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them sharply as Yvette's mouth devoured her. In seconds she was almost delirious with lust. Yvette was all over her, fucking Laura with a fierce passion that reminded Laura of their lunch together in the hotel, when they had made love so wildly that their uncontrollable yelps of pleasure had attracted the hotel staff.

"Ohhnnnn . . . oh god!" Laura panted, her body churning under Yvette's hands, her hips twitching as Yvette's fingers explored the soupy cauldron of her pussy. "Fuck me eat me please . . . Yvette! Oh! Ungghhh!"

Yvette's mouth was on it, tonguing and sucking it, mauling Laura's clit. Laura was on the verge of begging her to do it harder, to do everything harder, when a fierce uprush of hot coming simply throttled her, wrenching a strangled cry of ecstacy from her chest.

"Auunngghiieeee!" she cried out, giving in to the the undulating waves of intense pleasure.

Her body arched and shimmered through a series of scalding spasms, then sank back to the bed, covered by Yvette's nakedness. They embraced and kissed ardently one last time before Yvette hopped up and quickly dressed.

"Hate to screw and leave," she said. "So much like a man." Her face turned mournful. She came over to the bed and kissed Laura with deep feeling. "I'll let myself out. I want you to lie there and just remember me."

"How could I forget?" Laura said, her eyes briefly filling, unexpectedly.

Somehow the pain of watching Yvette go was greater than she anticipated, surprising her. Maybe I care for her more than I thought, she realized. Then she fell asleep where she lay, naked, physically exhausted, though they had only been fucking for half an hour. She slept for an hour, then awoke to a dark apartment.

But it was pretty hot and heavy fucking, she thought, as she pulled on her robe, smiling, and went to fix something to eat.