Shocked, emotionally drained, and sexually overwrought, Laura locked the door and made herself another drink. She was very sad that this had happened, but in her experience--chiefly with Yvette, and Sholandra, and Jonelle--she had found that they always came back. Once they had tasted what Laura had to give them, they couldn't refuse it.

Would it happen with Trina? Things were so different with her, complicated by the memory of Rina. How true might it be that Laura was trying to sleep with Trina just to recapture her memory of Rina? Who wouldn't feel the way Trina did, in the same situation? Laura sympathized with her.

And yet the memory of her body, her naked breasts and huge nipples, wet and shiny with Laura's saliva, her beautiful face contorted in sexual pleasure, so reminiscent of Rina's, was enough to send Laura over the edge. She was already trembling with pent- up, unsatisfied lust, awakened during the sweet moments when she had been making love to Trina's breasts. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep without a release.

For the first time in months--she couldn't recall when she had last done it--she lowered the lamp and disrobed, lying full-length on the sofa. There, caressing her breasts, which had not felt Trina's mouth, and her pussy, which had not either, she brought herself to an orgasm in under a minute, a shuddering, gasping release that left her briefly in tears as she felt the deep contrast with what might have been.

The following days and nights she spent in a whirlwind of fucking with Yvette, and Sholandra especially, since Sholandra wasn't married, and therefore was easier to see. Anything to forget about the incident with Trina. She even had another marathon evening with Barbara, and was considering a call to Karen, especially to mention Chanitra's interest in another threeway, when one evening she herself got a call from Minneapolis.

"I'm dying to fuck you," a familiar husky voice breathed into the phone.

Laura was shocked and wildly aroused in the same instant. Kim went on without even saying hello or stopping.

"I dream of you all the time, my Stephanie, my own Stephanie Seymour but better looking, who fucked me and made me come a zillion times more than anyone ever had. I want to fuck you, Laura. I want to fuck you now."

"Kim?" Laura half-giggled, feeling her blood race at these words.

"Are you alone? You aren't lying there letting some tart lick your sweet sweet pussy, are you, while I'm stuck here alone in the snow in my apartment longing for you?"

"Kim, how great to hear from you," Laura said, meaning it. "If you were only closer, we could try to put each other in the hospital again."

"Mmmmm, maybe I could be. I've been saving my pennies. I could hop a flight to S.F. tonight. But I need a place to stay."

Laura's pulse shot up immediately. She remembered--who could forget--that Kim was like a bomb, just ticking, waiting to explode. The idea of spending a few days with her was enough to make your heart rate go off the chart.

"You know you can stay here," Laura said. "I may have to go to work once in a while, but there's plenty to do in this town."

"Lots of 'lesbians' live there, right?" Kim teased.

Laura flushed. "I'm . . . sorry. I have to draw the line. No one but me."

"You silly!" Kim giggled. "I don't want anyone but you. I want to run my tongue up and down in the wet slit of your delicious pink pussy, Laura. How does that sound?"

"When can you get here?"

"Tomorrow evening."

"I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Laura, I'm wet already," Kim whispered sexily into the phone.

"Me too," Laura breathed back, telling the truth.

And then, fortunately, she didn't have to distract herself while she waited, for Yvette phoned right after Kim, saying she had an hour and a half free while Arthur went to the gym and the baby was at her mother's. Could she come over? She did, and she and Laura nearly went up in flames, especially Laura, who was already aroused by her conversation with Kim.

The next day she picked up Kim at the airport. It was about dinner time as they drove in to the city.

"Want to pick up a bite to eat?" Laura asked.

For the first time, Kim touched her. She put her hand on Laura's knee and ran it quickly up under Laura's skirt, caressing Laura's thigh

"I want to eat your pussy," Kim said softly. "Nothing else."

"You'll make me have an accident."

"I want to feel it."

"Really. I can't drive if you---"

But Kim was not to be denied. Two of her long fingers slipped under the elastic of Laura's panties and then directly into Laura's very wet cunt.

"Unnhhh!" Laura gasped, holding the steering wheel tightly. "Kim! Please!"

"Pull over and I'll eat it now. Really."

"This is the freeway. You're crazy."

"A little. I never fucked anyone as good as you, Laura. Not before or since."

"I'm flattered. Ungghhh! Oh! God, that feels good."

"I can make you come like this."

"Please don't. I'll crash."

Slowly Kim removed her hand. "How long to your place."

"About another ten minutes."

"Maybe you'd like to see mine. I mean, while you drive, you can just glance over now and then, you know."

"You really are crazy," Laura said softly, smiling.

Kim was wearing a miniskirt, showing off her spectacular long, thin, bronze legs. She had the longest legs of any girl Laura had ever slept with, even longer than Yvette's. In the airport, people ran into each other while looking at Kim's legs. Laura could not keep her eyes off them.

Now Kim hiked up her short skirt, then slid her panties down her thighs to her ankles, then slipped them over her high heels and off. Laura, eyes glued to the road, nevertheless took quick glances. Kim spread her thighs and ran one long finger up and down the wet, glistening crease of her pussy. Laura's hot blood hammered in her throat.

She swallowed. "You have such a beautiful pussy," she whispered.

Kim's finger came to the top of her slit, and swirled around over her clit. "Oh!" she gasped softly.

"God, you're driving me crazy," Laura said. "I'm going to have a wreck."

"Don't," Kim pouted. "Then I won't be able to press this hot little pussy of mine against yours."

Laura almost felt dizzy. She was so aroused, she could barely drive. Clenching her teeth, she managed to get them to her apartment in almost half the time.

"Put your panties back on," she said. "We're here."

"Oh, I don't need to," Kim breathed. "I'll just stick them in my bag."

Laura could feel her own pussy flooding with juice as they rode together up in the elevator. She knew Kim had no panties on under her miniskirt, and it aroused her wildly. She was glad there was no other person in the elevator, but on the other hand was nervous that Kim would try to kiss her. Kim was totally wild and unpredictable.

Finally, they reached Laura's floor.

"Wow, nice building," Kim said. "You must have a great job to be able to afford this."

Laura smiled tightly as she let them into her apartment. Kim winked at her when they were inside, her green eyes glowing like a cat's.

"Lock it tight, Laura. I don't want anybody to interrupt what I'm going to do to you."

Laura threw the deadbolt, then pushed Kim back against the door, bringing her mouth close to Kim's. "What about what I'm going to do to you?"

"Me first."

"It's my place."

Kim's eyes burned with sex. In Laura's experience, only Karen was equally intense, and then only when she had given in to her craving for pain, and the fierce orgasms it induced in her.

"I guess we'll have to do it to each other," Kim whispered, her eyes falling to Laura's lips.

They kissed for the first time since Dallas, and it was like two famished tigresses suddenly unleashed on each other. Laura was glad she was wearing an old blouse, because Kim ripped it while trying to get it off. She herself tore a button from Kim's top. Their mouths devoured each other.

"Let's go in the bedroom," she panted. "If anyone's in the hall, they might hear us."

Kim followed her. Laura closed the door. They tore at one another again. Kim nearly tore Laura's bra too.

"No . . . let me," Laura gasped.

She reached behind to unfasten it. Kim bit her neck.

"Ouch! Shit! Did you have to do that?"

She dropped her bra, and Kim grabbed both of her naked breasts, dropping her mouth to them, sucking one of Laura's nipples hard.

"I love these," she panted, slurping and sucking them urgently.

"Oh god . . . girl!" Laura moaned. "Ohhhnnn!"

She managed to get Kim's bra unfastened while Kim was sucking her. She got her hands on the small, firm, golden breasts, pinching the brown silky nipples gently.

"Do it harder . . . do it harder," Kim panted to her.

Laura pulled her over to the bed. By now, Kim had unzipped Laura's skirt and pulled it off too. Her fingers tore at Laura's panties. Laura skimmed them off. Then she quickly removed Kim's miniskirt, and they both were totally naked.

If anything, this only made them more eager. Now Laura got her mouth on Kim's breasts, sucking Kim's nipples hungrily. Kim's hand found Laura's wet pussy and invaded it. She scissored Laura's excited clit between her fingers.

"Unhh!" Laura gasped.

"I want to eat your pussy!" Kim whispered urgently.

She was not to be denied. She slithered down between Laura's yawning thighs, and Laura groaned as she felt Kim's mouth assault her pussy passionately. Kim was an expert and forceful lover, using everything at her command. Her tongue penetrated Laura's pussy quickly, and her fingers caressed Laura's clit at the same time, while her other hand invaded the crease between Laura's buns to tease her asshole.

Few others did it so well, and in a matter of seconds Laura was quivering, arching her back, gyrating her hips frantically, her whole body filled with wild sexual need.

"Unnhh! Oh! Oh Kim ungghh! Oh . . . Jesus! Auungghh!" she panted, totally out of control.

"Laura Laura Laura," Kim mumbled, bringing Laura closer, closer.

In only about ninety seconds Laura came in shocking, piercing spasms. Her writhing, arching body shuddered as the jolts of her orgasm wrenched her.

"Auungghh! Oh . . . unngghhh yess! Ohnnggg god yes! Ungghh! Oh . . . Kim ungghh! Auungghh!" she cried out, thrashing in the sheets until it began to wane.

She was mildly shocked that after the past few days of heated fucking with both Sholandra and Yvette, and an especially incendiary hour-and-a-half with Yvette only yesterday, she could still come so violently, in her first moments with Kim. It showed both how excited Kim made her, and how good Kim was at fucking.

But now it was Laura's turn. Kim was glassy-eyed, her lips still smeared with Laura's cunt juices. Laura pulled her down into the rumpled sheets and kissed her aggressively.

"I'm going to eat you alive," she murmured.

Kim whimpered softly, surrendering her long, smooth, golden body to Laura, who explored every inch of it before arriving at Kim's long, sinuous, glistening pussy, a real work of art, which she could lick only a few seconds before Kim too erupted in a rich and extravagant orgasm. And Laura made her have two, not content to withdraw after the first one, but keeping up the pressure, tonguing Kim's clit and squeezing her small, tight buns, until Kim was gagging and squirming and wailing through a second convulsion of coming. Finally, she propped herself up on her elbows, still panting, her face a fetching mixture of satiation and bewilderment.

"Laura . . . sometimes I thought it was a dream, but I was right," she gasped softly. "Nobody ever fucked me like you do."

Now that the first urgent explosions were past, they could take their time. In the next twenty-four hours Laura turned off the phone and they tried to kill one another with fucking. They fucked with Kim's butterfly vibrator, and with Laura's bowed, four-pronged dildo, as well as using only their mouths and hands to bring each other to peaks of physical rapture that finally left them both sore and exhausted.

They agreed to rest for a while, a task made somewhat easier since Laura had to return to work, while Kim was staying two more days. She gave Kim a door key and went to the office smiling, wondering when she had last been fucked so often, so thoroughly, so expertly. Certainly never by a whirlwind like her, Laura thought. She's amazing, sort of a force of nature.

Just how much so, Laura discovered when she got home from work that evening. During the day, she had thought of nothing but coming home and feasting on Kim's beautiful, lean, golden body. It would be another night of torrid screwing, made sweeter by their day of abstinence.

"A friend of yours dropped by," Kim said innocently.

"Really? Who?"

"This gorgeous blonde woman. Rhonda. I let her in. Hope you don't mind."

"Rhonda?"

Kim looked away, her lovely face not exactly guilty, but secretive, and yet tempting Laura to probe further. She gets a kick out of making me jealous, Laura realized.

"You didn't let her---" Laura began, but she could see clearly from the burning, I-dare-you look in Kim's eyes that the worst she could fear was true.

"I . . . couldn't help it," Kim pouted. "She's really beautiful. With that great body and all. She fucks like a hot little bunny. But then you know that." Kim glared provocatively at Laura.

She's telling me that if I can fuck Rhonda, she can fuck Rhonda, Laura realized.

"Is there anybody you wouldn't fuck?" Laura laughed, scornfully.

"Somebody ugly, I guess," Kim said nonchalantly. She came over to Laura and tried to embrace her. "You aren't mad, are you?"

But Laura turned away from her. "You little tramp. Rhonda?

You couldn't stoop any lower. She's a god damned nymphomaniac lesbian predator, trying to steal every beautiful girl I've ever known."

Kim came close again. This time she caught Laura, nuzzling her neck. "Just like you, eh?" she whispered. "And me. She's a great fuck, by the way. If you haven't tried her. If you only go for us colored folks, I mean."

Laura smiled malevolently. "You bitch."

"What are you going to do about it?"

Laura knew, and she knew Kim knew, that both were sexually very aroused by this event. The atmosphere was electric. Kim's green eyes burned. She was daring Laura to retaliate, which did not mean going out and screwing Rhonda herself, which of course she had already done anyway. It meant screwing Kim, but in some new, unpredictable, dangerous way. Kim was even breathing hard.

Laura glowered at her. Then she took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She shut the door. She looked down at the bed, which was unmade and rumpled.

"I suppose you two did it right there," she said.

"Yes," Kim gulped. "We did. Right there."

"Take off your clothes," Laura said.

Kim, sullenly, began to undress, never taking her eyes from Laura's. When she was down to her underwear, Laura reached under the bed and pulled out the coils of rope she frequently used with Karen, and had used also on Brandi. Kim's eyes widened. Then she smiled.

"God, you're even more kinky than I thought," she said, awed. "Are you going to tie me up? God, it makes me wet already."

Laura could feel her own blood racing, hot. She could hardly stand it as Kim removed, very sensually, her bra and panties. The fact that she had let Rhonda fuck her burned in the pit of Laura's stomach.

"Lie down on the bed."

Kim was very obedient. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

"What do you think?" Laura teased, looping the rope around Kim's ankles, tying them quickly to the bed frame.

She had done this, by now, so often that she didn't have to figure it out. In about a minute she had Kim's ankles and wrists completely secured. The girl's long, thin, golden naked body was completely vulnerable.

"You're going to fuck me hard, aren't you," Kim whispered, wildly excited by the thought. "You're going to rape me."

"Honey, I'm going to make you regret you ever let Rhonda in that door," Laura smiled maliciously as she removed her own clothes, conscious of the effect it had on Kim, who desired her wildly.

For the next two hours she was true to her word. Her relationship with both Karen and Barbara had turned Laura into an expert in sexual torment, and it turned out that Kim got more than she had bargained for. During the first half hour, Laura merely teased her, licking her pussy, tongue-tickling her scrumptious nipples, stroking her clit until she was shaking uncontrollably, needing release, needing to come, whimpering and begging Laura for it.

Then, Laura insisted on having Kim make her, Laura, come first. In fact, she came twice, straddling Kim's face with her thighs, lowering her pussy to Kim's mouth the first time. Teasing Kim had so aroused her that she came in just seconds. Then, after another interlude of caresses, she rubbed her clit with one of Kim's stiff nipples until she came, driving them both nearly insane with excitement.

"Laura, let me come, please!" Kim begged frantically. "Please! Make me come, let me come, do me, do me hard, I don't care how hard you fuck me, I can come in two seconds! Please, Laura, oh please! Do me . . . do me now!"

Laura smiled maliciously. "Fuck you hard?"

"Yes!" Kim's green eyes burned wildly.

"Mmmmm," Laura teased. "I can do that."

"Oh . . . please!" Kim begged.

Looking at Kim's long, beautiful, thin, golden body, Laura recalled the time she had fucked Karen in the ass with a cucumber. Being a salad kind of person, she always had one around. She went to the kitchen and found it, admiring it as she returned to the bedroom. It was a long fat one.

Kim's eyes widened as she saw it in Laura's hand. She began shaking her head. "No. No, Laura. You're not going to stick that huge thing in my pussy."

"Who said anything about your pussy?" Laura asked.

Kim quickly got the idea. Her beautiful golden face nearly went pale with shock. She glowered at Laura. "Nobody touches my ass," she said under her breath, trying to make it a threat, though there was nothing she could do.

Laura reached under the bed and fished out the ball-gag, tossing it next to Kim's naked body so that Kim could enjoy the anticipation. Then she got the babyoil out of the bedstand drawer.

"I think we'll need a towel for this too," she said. "It's so messy."

"Oh god!" Kim moaned. "You can't be serious."

But she gnawed on her full lower lip as Laura got the towel, then scrunched up a pillow under Kim's ass to raise it up a little, spreading the towel over the pillow. Laura knew that however much Kim dreaded what was about to happen, it also aroused her sexually. She was actually shaking as Laura lubricated two of her own fingers and began to prepare Kim's asshole for the vegetable invader.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Kim moaned, twisting, her face contorted with fear and frantic sexual excitement. "Nobody touches my ass! I told you! Nobody! Ungghhh!"

"I'm already touching it," Laura murmured, smiling, twisting her fingers inside the tight channel, bringing uncontrollable gasps from Kim.

"Unh . . . oh! Unghh! God, Laura, please!"

Laura had to be careful because Kim was already very aroused, close to a climax, which Laura wanted to postpone indefinitely. Just when it felt like Kim might explode, Laura pulled back. But in only a few minutes the girl was a total wreck, whimpering incoherently, her eyes blazing with sex need, her body writhing and quivering.

Now Laura knew she had to gag her, since the cucumber penetrating her would make her scream. Carefully, Laura wiped her fingers on the towel, then slowly, so that Kim could appreciate each second, fastened the ball-gag into place. Even though she knew it was coming, the ball going into her mouth caught Kim by surprise. Her eyes flashed with terror, and a groan of wild fear came from her throat.

Laura fastened the buckle at the side of Kim's cheek. Then, to rub it in, she dangled her naked breasts in Kim's face, purring to her.

"Don't worry, Kim, I won't hurt you bad," she murmured. "But you'll regret the moment you ever gave your body to Rhonda. I swear it."

Kim shook her head and begged Laura with her eyes, groaning her incoherent apologies. But Laura was already holding up the cucumber so they could both watch her grease it with babyoil.

"Oh, it's going to feel so good, and hurt so bad," she cooed. "Little Kim is going to come so hard."

Kim's eyes were streaked with real terror. She looked down, fascinated, as Laura brought the greased green torpedo between her thighs and up toward her prepared asshole. Kim's delicious wet pussy was puckered, ripe, and inviting just above the target, and Laura could hardly wait to devour it.

But she was patient. She slid the end of the cucumber into Kim's ass and watched the girl's face as it glided into her. Kim started by wincing, but quickly her beautiful face froze in agony. Her long, lean body stiffened, and she gagged, snuffling for breath, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. A deep groan of exquisite pain came from deep in her throat, throttled by the ball in her mouth.

Laura pushed the green torpedo in deep. Kim's lovely long body was paralyzed, clenched in pain, impaled, every smooth muscle in her long silky golden midriff straining, her thighs corded with effort. Laura knew that the slightest touch to her clit would make her explode in a fearsome blast of ecstacy.

Slowly she rotated the cucumber in Kim's ass, first rolling it, then slowly inching it in and out, fucking her with it, bringing soft, choked sobs of minlged pain and rapture from deep in Kim's chest. But this couldn't go on for long. Thirty seconds of it brought Kim to the absolute brink.

Laura gave into her own desires now. Still fucking Kim's ass with the monster, she lowered her mouth to the glistening spread petals of Kim's open pussy and extended her tongue. First she touched Kim's exposed clit with it, then licked it harder, harder, pressing the small hard nub very hard with the full flat surface of her tongue. And Kim erupted in a fierce convulsion of coming.

The bed shook as she writhed and wrenched her long arms and legs and thrusted wildly with her groin, groaning in the throes of a killing rapture, her luscious long golden body quivering and flexing. Even though she risked getting her nose bloodied by Kim's thrusting pubic bone, Laura couldn't resist assaulting the girl's flooding pussy passionately, sucking and licking and tongue-stabbing it while Kim shuddered through an epic, shattering climax.

When her body finally collapsed from the shock, and she fell back to the mattress, Laura renewed the attack. Leaving the cucumber embedded in Kim's ass, she swarmed over the girl's delicious body, squeezing and sucking her breasts while slipping two fingers deep into Kim's soupy cunt, probing, searching. She found the girl's g-spot at about the same instant she began biting Kim's nipples, and the girl went crazy with coming. Her climaxing body bucked so fiercely that she nearly threw off Laura.

But Laura held on, swallowing Kim's nipples, sinking her teeth into them, rubbing her knuckle against Kim's clit as she pressed the g-spot hard with her finger, rubbing it, causing a new orgasm each time Kim seemed to be sinking. Kim had five or six before Laura let up.

Taking pity on her, Laura loosened the strap holding the gag in place, and removed it so that the girl could breathe. Gasping and still quivering, Kim seemed totally devastated by the experience, destroyed, shattered. She didn't even open her eyes until Laura had untied her wrists and ankles, gently kissing the rope burns. Kim's cheeks were still wet with tears. The greasy cucumber still lay on the towel between her thighs, where her ass had expelled it during her repeated violent orgasms.

A dazed expression locked her face into a half-sardonic frown.

"I wish I could keep you locked in the basement and just take you out when I need that," she said in a soft, hoarse voice.

"I hope it didn't hurt too bad," Laura said, concerned.

"Only like being raped by a nuclear missile," Kim grinned. "Better than a man, I guess."

Now Laura stretched out next to her, embracing her, trying to make up for the brutality she had inflicted on this wild, beautiful girl, who was such a free spirit. She was still trying to remind herself that in her absence Kim had let Rhonda fuck her in this very bed.

"Tell me," she said. "How many times have you done it with a man?"

"Moi?" Kim held up her thumb and forefinger shaped into a zero.

"Really? Never?"

"Never. They can't be as good as you are."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

Laura nuzzled her. She was again very aroused, even though she had come twice before Kim's major extravaganza of orgasms.

"Nobody's ever found my spot except you," Kim murmured. "And me, of course."

"You can do it yourself?"

"Oh sure. But I don't very often because I really have to be overly horny for it to work. I have to go for a week or two without sex, then tease myself for about a half hour. Usually I get laid before anything builds up that far."

"I can imagine," Laura purred, moaning softly as Kim's mouth dropped to her breasts.

Now Kim repaid the favor, and she was not rough at all with Laura, obviously feeling no reason to pay her back. Instead, she made love to Laura with exquisite skill until Laura was so overwrought that Kim could pull her g-spot trigger too. She found it, as before, and Laura exploded in a string of five fiery climaxes, hysterical, shuddering cataclysms that left her wiped out and whimpering in Kim's comforting arms.

"We'd kill each other if you lived here," she told Kim.

"Let's kill each other anyway," Kim said, eyes filled with green fire. "Let's fuck until we can't move."

"I can't already."

"I have to go back tonight. My plane leaves at six."

It was three. They had one more hour, and somehow the separation anxiety stoked their fires. By the time they stopped, they had coaxed, teased, and flogged each other into four more orgasms apiece. And even Kim was ready to quit.

They kissed inside Laura's apartment, before leaving. "I'm going to miss you, you wild thing," Laura told her.

"You should give Blondie a chance," Kim teased her. "She fucks like crazy. Beautiful boobs. Beautiful body. I'll set you up."

"You are too reckless for your own good," Laura said.

Downstairs in the street, as they headed for Laura's car, they ran into Trina. Trina looked into Laura's eyes. Her face froze.

"Trina, I---"

Trina didn't say anything. She turned and walked in the other direction. Laura felt acute deja vu. This had happened long ago with Rina. She glanced at Kim desperately. Kim knew something was happening.

Laura went after Trina. "Trina, wait."

Trina did stop. She didn't look back, but she did stop. Laura caught up to her and took her hand, but Trina pulled it away. Her face was cold, implacable.

"We don't have nothing to talk about," she said quietly.

"She's an old friend," Laura stammered awkwardly.

"Don't look too old to me. About twenty. You like us African girls, don't you. Only this time you got a high yella. Everybody like high yella better."

Laura shook her head. "I like you better."

The old hostility crept back into Trina's dark eyes. "You like Rina better."

"No."

Laura realized she was crying. Tears were sliding down her cheeks.

"Better go back to her," Trina said. "She sitting on her suitcase. Spoiling her skinny little butt."

"Trina . . . please. Can I call you?"

Trina shook her head. "Better not. Just dropped by to tell you I didn't hold no grudge or anything. About the other night."

"The other night was beautiful," Laura said softly, staring deep into Trina's eyes. "I wish you knew how much it meant to me."

Trina smirked, looking beyond Laura at Kim. "Guess I'll never know," she said, then turned and walked away.

Desolate, Laura walked glumly back to Kim. All incredible long thin golden legs, Kim stood up from where she had been sitting on her suitcase.

"Wow, what a beautiful woman!" she said under her breath. "Did you fuck her?"

"Kim, don't you think there's any more to life than fucking?" Laura snapped.

"Actually, no I don't. I can tell, though. You didn't but you want to. I don't blame you. You and I both know there aren't many bodies like that one in this world."

"She's more than a body. She's beautiful."

"She is," Kim said, awed. "You're right."

Laura drove her to the airport. She tried not to think about it.

"Is she married?" Kim asked.

"Divorced."

"Even better. I can tell you how to get her back. She's just afraid. Thinks she's a dyke. Tell her you thought it over and don't want her any more. You won't bother her any more. It was cruel of you to come onto her that way. You got another girl friend. You can say it's me. She doesn't know I don't live around here. Guaranteed. She'll be so jealous, she'll fall into your bed. Believe me. I've done it. I know how to hook a divorcee. Believe me, they're dying for it, Laura. They're dying to have someone lick their pussy and love them."

Laura said nothing. She could still see the implacable hatred in Trina's eyes, and the fact that it might be jealousy of Kim was no consolation.

"Think of how you'd feel if you saw me leaving the building with her," Kim said, patting Laura's knee. "You'd know I'd just been fucking her as much as I could. Wouldn't you be jealous? And it's even worse for her because I'm light-skinned."

Laura nodded. They kissed in the parking lot so they wouldn't draw attention in the airport proper.

"My little booty feels like you drove one of those airplanes right up inside it," Kim said.

"You have to admit, you came like crazy."

"I always come like crazy with you," Kim said dreamily. "I told you last time, nobody makes me come like you do, Laura. But nobody touches my ass. That's the second time you've done it."

"I like your cute little ass."

"Not as much as you'd like to get your hands on that big black round one on that girl who hates you now," Kim said, with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

"I will miss you. You're so blunt and nasty."

"I'll get another week off in six months. Shall we?"

"I'm wet just from thinking about it," Laura whispered, kissing her again.

They pecked cheeks at the gate, and Kim was gone out of her life again for a while.