Having completely exhausted one another with fucking the first night, Laura and Randi parted for one day, then fell together again like two animals in heat the following day.

"I never been fucked so much," Randi finally confessed. "You, lady, are an animal."

"And you, lady, are really fun to fuck."

"You're nasty, girl. I just love it."

But they both agreed that they couldn't keep it up. There were still four days left before Randi's boyfriend returned, so they decided to wait two days before seeing each other again, to recover their energy, and pique their desire.

Laura thought it might work for Randi but wasn't so sure about herself. There were so many girls just looking for a way to hop in bed with her. She had set it up that way, of course, hungry for them all, and so she couldn't complain when who should call her but Vanessa.

"I thought you said you wanted to see me again," Vanessa pouted into the phone. "I had to steal your number out of Shavon's purse."

"I didn't know how to reach you," Laura scrambled to make excuses. "I couldn't ask her."

Actually, she and Shavon had screwed twice since Laura and Vanessa had done it together in Shavon's apartment. And Laura had thought often of Vanessa, but something else, or someone else, had always come up. But now, even after Randi and the gluttonous, tireless fucking they had been doing together for the last forty-eight hours, the sound of Vanessa's young voice, and her fresh, pert, direct manner, made Laura get all prickly between her legs. I want her. I want her now, she thought.

"I'm free tonight," Vanessa said, provocatively.

"Me too. Come to my place." Laura gave her directions. "How soon can you get there?"

"How about twenty minutes."

"Honey, even I can't get there that fast. Meet me there at six. I'll feed you dinner."

"I got something else in mind."

Laura felt a hot, sudden twinge of excitement in her pussy. This was an absolutely delicious young girl. "Mmmm, me too," she said.

Vanessa arrived promptly. She wasn't wearing the cutoffs this time, or the skimpy midriff blouse. She had come directly from her retail job and was dressed to kill in a yellow silk blouse and a short skirt. If I saw her looking like this at Macy's, behind the counter, Laura thought, my knees would go to jelly.

"You look ravishing, my dear," she said, letting her in. "What happened to that cute college girl?"

Vanessa flashed her the pert, infectious, cuter-than- cute grin. "You mean this one?" she flirted.

Laura shut and locked the door slowly, trying to control the urge to jump all over Vanessa and rape her on the spot. She knew Vanessa wanted to flirt, and tease. She wasn't crazed by lust, like certain of Laura's other lovers, the ones who began fucking with her almost before the door was closed. Vanessa had only done it once and needed a little coaxing before she could get right down to doing it again.

The old `I hope I'm not really a lesbian' routine, Laura realized. Vanessa was displaying all the classic signs: a certain skittishness, flirtatiousness, nervousness. We're going to fuck again, Laura thought. It just dawned on her.

"Would you like a drink?" she offered.

"Oh no, I never drink," Vanessa said, walking around Laura's apartment, admiring it. "I want to have an apartment just like this some day."

"I'm glad you like it."

"Can I see the bedroom?"

Laura smiled. "Of course."

She led Vanessa into it. Vanessa's eyes grew wide when she saw the king-size bed. Laura felt like an sex fiend exposed.

Vanessa turned to her, all shy ingenue, her eyes sparkling. "How many girls have you done it with on that bed?" she asked.

Laura smirked wryly. "I had it delivered just this morning. Just for you. You're the first."

"Ah, but we haven't done it yet."

"I can change that," Laura murmured, moving closer.

Vanessa clearly liked being seduced. Laura had seduced her the first time, and would have to again. She didn't mind. She liked it too.

Raising one finger to stroke Vanessa's soft brown cheek, she whispered, "I've missed you. I forgot how beautiful you are."

"Not beautiful. Shavon is beautiful. I'm just average."

"Not so." Laura moved closer. "You are beautiful."

She tilted Vanessa's chin up and kissed her mouth sensually, moving her lips into Vanessa's, curving them together, slipping her tongue inside Vanessa's mouth. Now Vanessa kissed back. They embraced, still kissing, and they could hear the rustle of their clothes moving together in the silence.

"It's so easy to kiss you," Vanessa said. "I forgot it would be so easy. It seems so wrong, but it's so easy."

"Then how could it be wrong? It's not wrong."

Laura began to unbutton Vanessa's blouse. She kissed her neck, her bare shoulder. Together they removed her blouse, and then Laura's. Laura's bra fastened between the cups, and Vanessa unfastened it first.

"Oooohh, you're boobies are so pretty," she murmured, cupping Laura's breasts in her palms. "I remembered they were pretty."

She held and squeezed Laura's breasts while they kissed again. Laura reached behind and unfastened Vanessa's bra too. She stepped back and pulled the loose garment down Vanessa's arms, flinging it aside. Her eyes drank in the girl's phenomenal deep purple nipples.

"I love the color of your nipples," she whispered as they came together again, feeling their naked breasts touch, their mouths meeting more passionately now.

"They're weird, aren't they," Vanessa panted against Laura's cheek. "Almost purple."

"They're not weird, they're beautiful," Laura said, dropping her mouth to them.

She sucked one of Vanessa's purplish nipples deep into her mouth. Vanessa gasped. Her knees sagged. Gently, Laura pushed her backward, still sucking on her thick, springy nipple, until they both sort of collapsed onto the bed together.

"There you go making me want to do it again with you," Vanessa panted, unable to take her eyes off Laura's mouth hungrily sucking her wet nipples.

Quickly they both shed the rest of the their clothes. Finally naked, they coiled together, kissing heatedly.

"Never this fun with a man, for some reason," Vanessa panted, moaning softly now as Laura's mouth, unable to resist, returned again to her breasts.

"I want to eat them and swallow them and suck them," Laura babbled, feasting on the perfect young globes, then slipping downward, finding the tiny golden navel ring and sliding her tongue right past it into Vanessa's navel.

"Oh god!" Vanessa gasped in a tiny, helpless voice.

You'd think it was her pussy I was slipping my tongue into, Laura thought. But Vanessa's navel was very sensitive, and having it invaded aroused her wildly. By the time Laura got to her pussy, it was a juice feast, slick and shiny, petals open, hot pink interior beckoning.

No sense in waiting. Laura wanted her to come, and come quickly. She slid one middle finger deep into the warm, wet channel and began to stroke Vanessa's clit feverishly with her tongue. Vanessa went wild, completely shocked and overwhelmed by the way her body responded to Laura's quick, vigorous caresses.

"Ohhnn! Oh yes . . . oh Laura oh yes yes! Unhhh! God yes just like that oh yes like that!" she panted, churning her hips wildly.

Laura sucked her clit, tongued her clit, fingerfucking her very fast. Vanessa squirmed and twisted so hard that the bed shook under her.

"Oh god I'm going to come!" she gasped.

"Come on, baby, come on," Laura encouraged her.

"Oh . . . oh!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Do it hard! Suck me, suck me! Yes! Oh god!"

Vanessa suddenly stopped pumping frantically and froze in a seizure. Then she began to come, her breath totally knocked out of her, her body clenching and undulating in fierce spasms. Finally, her voice returned in a long, low wail of rapture.

"Awwonnngggg! Ohhnnggggg oh . . . .auunggggghhhh! Ungghh! Yes! Oh god Laura yes! Ahhnngggg!"

She came splendidly and long, and Laura swarmed over her lovely young body as she came, sucking her breasts again, kneading them and stroking her wet pussy, purring obscenities to her, slipping down between Vanessa's thighs again and sucking her pussy again when it seemed that she was sagging from the peak of her climax. And Vanessa came again, brought to a second peak by Laura's clever, persistent caresses. She moaned and undulated and moaned, shuddering this time as intense waves of coming gripped her flexing body.

Finally, Laura let her down from the summit. Vanessa was still quivering with aftershocks.

"You are an evil bitch," she said, "making me come like that. Ain't no man I ever knew made me come like that."

"You told me you only had two," Laura teased her.

"Are you telling me I ought to try others?"

"No. I think I'm better than they would be too."

"Mmmm, girl, you must've fucked a lot of ladies to learn how to do it that good."

"None more beautiful than you are," Laura purred, pulling her back down on the bed, kissing and stroking her naked body.

"You still horny, I know you," Vanessa giggled. "You want me to get you off now."

"I wouldn't stop you, if that's what you mean," Laura whispered.

Vanessa rolled Laura onto her back. She dangled her delicious young breasts in Laura's face. She brought her face down very close to Laura's.

"I'm going to eat your pretty pink pussy now, Laura," she whispered. "And you are going to come twice too, just like me."

"Mmmm, I hope so," Laura sighed, surrendering her body completely to the girl.

Vanessa was as good as her word. Laura was so aroused that she came easily the first time, a burst of hot, throbbing spasms that Vanessa's tongue flicking against her clit made acutely pleasurable. And then Vanessa, somewhat shocked by how easily she had made Laura come, really turned up the heat. She sucked and squeezed Laura's breasts and hand-fucked her pussy at the same time, until Laura was groaning and shuddering through an absolutely stupendous orgasm, one that left her moaning and panting long after it waned.

All the fucking she had done so far in the last three days with Randi had not produced such a shattering orgasm so far. Maybe it's because I've come so much that it's getting more intense, she thought. I remember that happening with Karen's sometimes.

The first time they had fucked, Vanessa had come six times. Laura remembered each one. But at least Vanessa didn't know that they could be shooting for twenty or thirty, as Randi did, and Laura was relieved to know that a few more times would probably be enough for the girl, even though her strong, athletic young body was obviously capable of more.

Next time, Laura thought. Next time we shoot for the moon. When I'm feeling a little stronger. In the back of her mind she knew that Randi would be coming back for more, tomorrow night. It was part of their plan.

And so she and Vanessa had one more sweet, tender, lengthy and loving fuck, full of emotion and culminating in long, throbbing spasms for each. Their relationship was progressing nicely, and Laura could sense how pleased Vanessa was with it.

"Never this fun with a man," she kept saying, as they dressed, and Laura walked her out to her car.

But on the sidewalk, Laura suddenly almost lost her dinner. Randi was walking toward Laura's apartment building, and there was no escape. She spotted Laura with Vanessa, and walked right up to them.

"Well, what have we here?" she asked, sarcastically, looking sharply up and down Vanessa, her eyes fierce daggers. "Miz Laura, I do believe you been sucking on some pretty little black snatch, right?"

"Randi, you don't have to be mean," Laura hissed.

"Oh . . . excuse me. Aren't you going to introduce us? Your two little slave girls?"

Laura glowered at her. "Vanessa, Randi. Randi, Vanessa."

"Vanessa," Randi said, her voice dripping with scorn. "Isn't that a rich white girl name? Like Laura? Isn't that the kind of name lesbians have?"

Vanessa had been cool up until now. But she bristled. "Have you slept with Miss Braids, Laura?" she asked, caustically.

Laura looked down at the sidewalk. She hated being confronted. She also hated admitting her desires. She hated being a coward, too.

"You damn right, we slept together, Vanessa," Randi spat out. "Just before you got here, we slept together two nights and days. We had an orgy to end all orgies, girl. We fucked and we fucked and we fucked. Up there in that same bed where Laura be diddling your little twat. I guess you thought you were special to her, eh? You thought she never made love to any other little black pussy like she made love to yours, right?"

Laura turned to Vanessa and saw her gnawing on her lower lip, her eyes watering, trying not to respond. Laura realized that the fact that Randi was ravishing, dressed in a very tight red knit dress that showed off her spectacular body, didn't help matters. Vanessa already thought she herself was `average,' not beautiful like her sister Shavon.

And Randi had gone right for the jugular. Vanessa had thought her moments with Laura were somehow special, and now she knew that Laura had been doing it even more heatedly with Randi only a few hours earlier. Laura didn't know what to do. She wanted to die of shame and guilt on the spot.

"Vanessa, where's your car?" she half-whispered, wanting desperately for this scene to be over.

Vanessa nodded toward her car. Laura steered her there by the elbow.

"Are you going to go back and . . . go to bed with her?" Vanessa asked softly.

Laura gulped. How was she going to answer this? "No," she said.

"Why not? She's very beautiful."

When Vanessa looked up, her eyes were glistening. Laura felt her own heart breaking. The girl was achingly lovely. And she was obviously in pain. Laura knew the pain, having been forced into it by Yvette, Sholandra, girls Rhonda had stolen from her.

"I . . . I don't know what to say," Laura whispered back.

"You don't have to say anything," Vanessa sniffed. "I don't think we better see each other again, though."

Oh god, Laura thought. "But we---"

Vanessa shook her head. "I know I should just not think about her. But I don't think I could forget. Shavon, too. I keep thinking about her. All the others. There must be others, besides them, right? Are they all black? Do you like black women, Laura? I mean for bed?"

Laura said nothing.

"I think you do," she said, getting into her car. "I think you'll just have to get used to having one less black girl. Me. But it was fun." She crinkled her nose and smiled up at Laura. "It was fun. You sure turned my head around."

Now Laura was crying, unable to tell whether her tears were false or genuine. Am I just trying to get her back, to get her sympathy? At any rate, it didn't work. Vanessa started up her car. She winked at Laura.

"Now go back to Randi and . . . you know, get down."

She drove away.