One evening there was a knock on Laura's door. She had not let anyone into the lobby door herself and was only on casual greeting familiarity with her neighbors, and so she approached the door cautiously. She looked through the tiny eyehole and asked who was there.

"Neighbor from upstairs," said a woman's voice.

You couldn't see much through the peephole, but she could see it was a tall woman, with long bronze-gold hair. She opened the door a crack. There stood one of the most gorgeous black women Laura had ever seen.

The bronze-gold hair had deceived her. The woman was smiling, very friendly, and she had a beautiful face and absolutely stunning body. She wore a tight green dress with a very short skirt, showing off perfect legs and a tiny waist. Her neckline scooped low over hard, round breasts, showing tantalizing cleavage. In short, she was to die for, and Laura knew it instantly.

"Hi, I'm Kendra Fallon, your new neighbor upstairs. Just moved in three days ago. I think I'm in the apartment just over yours."

Laura smiled politely, trying not to devour Kendra with her eyes. "Welcome to the building."

Kendra lowered her voice suddenly, conspiratorially. "You know, I'm not trying to stick my nose in your business, but there's something you ought to know. My daughter and I are right over you, and we can hear you and some other girl . . . or girls," she said pointedly, her dark eyes widening a little. ". . . sounding like two cats having the best time you ever imagined. I mean, loud, girlfriend. Loud. You two been having too much fun, you know?" She dropped her voice even further, to a whisper. "Now I don't care at all what you do, but I thought you might like to know we can hear it. And if we can hear it, there's probably others around here who can hear it too."

Laura turned beet red.

She was paralyzed, unable to reply, totally mortified. Kendra Fallon could see how shocked Laura was, and she reached out with one hand, touching Laura's.

"Oh god, I never realized . . ." Laura began.

Kendra interrupted her. "Girl, I haven't seen a red pepper much redder than you," she smiled. "Look, don't be upset, okay. Nobody cares what you do for fun, okay? I had no idea you would be drop-dead gorgeous, but I keep hearing Whitney Houston likes girls too, and she's as gorgeous as you are. Nobody cares, hon', but you don't want them all eavesdropping on you, right? Now, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Her use of the word `hon' had a marvelous affect on Laura, reminding her of Trina, and she smiled, feeling most of the horrific hot blush recede from her face and neck, though her skin still tingled from the shame.

"Thank you for telling me," she croaked softly. "I really had no idea."

Kendra winked at her. "Tell me about it," she said. "You guys really made me envious once or twice. Had to cover my daughter's ears, too. She's only fifteen."

"You don't look old enough to have a fifteen-year-old," Laura said, happy to have any excuse to change the subject.

Kendra beamed. She was totally, crushingly stunning, and Laura could feel her own heart pound as she gazed at her. "You are suddenly one of my favorite people," she said. "I had her when I was sixteen, that's why."

"Well, you don't look thirty-one, either."

"Hon', you don't look like a you-know-what, either, so let's just scratch each other's backs and keep it a secret, okay? Now I've got to run, but I just wanted to be neighborly."

Laura reached out and took her hand, a marvelously supple and well-shaped one. "I really want to thank you."

"No big deal," Kendra winked again, turning to go.

Laura tried not to look at her body, but she could hardly help it. Kendra's dress was very tight, and her body spectacular. Her ass was a miracle. Her body was hard and muscular all over, though not grotesquely over-built like Brandi's. But it was definitely a "Buns of Steel" type of body, and Laura was almost ga-ga in admiration and desire.

Kendra looked back over her shoulder and caught Laura staring. But she just shrugged, smiling ambiguously, and disappeared into an elevator, leaving Laura paralyzed with shame for the second time.

She didn't see Kendra Fallon for a couple more weeks. During that time, she had sex with Randi, Sholandra, Cecilia, and once in the middle of the night with Vondi, but each time she was careful to make sure each one knew that they had been overheard and must control their loud cries. It worked pretty well. All of them whimpered into a pillow when they came, including Laura.

But this caution began to spoil it for her. One of the things that excited her the most, sexually, was the helpless, uncontrollable outcry of her lover when she came. To muffle or somehow control it seemed really awful to Laura. I want to hear her scream when I fuck her, she thought.

But there was no choice. Each time she brought the beautiful Randi close to a climax, for example, she would imagine Kendra and her teenage daughter upstairs, with their ears to the floor probably, hoping to hear a sharp cry of wild ecstacy. Randi, on the other hand, was as mortified as Laura to have been overheard. Now, when she came, she emitted a small, helpless squeak, biting down on it so she wouldn't be heard.

Laura hated it.

Then one evening she had a quick tryst after work, as usual, with Yvette, who was desperate to fuck with Laura and terrified as always of Arthur finding out. And also as usual, she and Yvette began clawing at one another, panting like animals in heat, almost as soon as Laura's door closed behind them. They never got enough of each other and were always fiercely passionate.

"Oh god, I hate not being able to see you, Laura," Yvette panted as Laura was hastily removing her blouse, unfastening her bra between the cups.

"Come down here with me," Laura said, pulling her toward the bedroom.

Inside it, they fell on the bed. Laura dropped her mouth to Yvette's small, exquisite breasts. Yvette was blacker than any of Laura's lovers except Cecilia (the blackest of all), and Laura luxuriated in the rich, smooth, deep black velvet of her marvelous skin, stroking it and teasing Yvette's shiny black nipples with her tongue, then sucking them hungrily, making Yvette whimper in excitement.

"Ohhnnnn . . . oh god yes ahhnnnn! Oh yes, do it hard, Laura, hard!" Yvette panted, twisting in a hot frenzy of excited lust as Laura held both of her breasts and sucked her erect, wet nipples.

"You have to keep your voice down," Laura murmured, squeezing the firm globes, pinching Yvette's beautiful wet nipples with her fingers. "The neighbors have complained."

"Oh god . . . I can't when you're doing that to me!" Yvette panted.

They both struggled out of the rest of their clothes. Laura wondered how she could forget what a masterpiece Yvette was naked. She swarmed all over the girl's delicious black naked body. No wonder Arthur was jealous enough nearly to kill over her. Though he obviously went about it in a different way, a way that didn't particularly excite Yvette, he probably loved fucking her just as much as Laura did.

And Yvette had one of the two or three most beautifully shaped pussies Laura had ever seen, a long sinuous flower with glossy black lips and a delicious hot-pink interior. Laura made love to it passionately, using both her fingers and her lips and tongue, probing the tight wet sleeve and sucking Yvette's cuntlips, then her clit. Yvette went wild, churning and whimpering, then whooping and coming extravagantly.

"Auungghhh! Ohnnnnggg! God . . . Laura . . . auungghhhhh!" she groaned as her body flexed and writhed.

Well, we've really blown it now, Laura thought, imagining Kendra and her daughter gasping in amazement as they heard Yvette's cries of ecstacy. But Yvette was so beautiful in the throes of her orgasm that Laura did not want to stop. She knew she could make her come again, and so she did, bringing Yvette to yet another wrenching, whinnying climax that probably topped the first in decibels.

"Oh god, girl, you better let me down," Yvette finally pleaded, pulling Laura up and kissing her, running her hands all over Laura's body. "You just make me feel so good, I want to go on and on," she gasped, kissing Laura fervently. "Nobody ever fucked me like you do."

"Not even Rhonda?"

"Especially not her. She's not in the same league with you."

"I do so love to hear that," Laura smiled. "Over and over again."

Now Yvette made love to her in return, and even though the damage was already done, Laura whimpered politely into the pillow, coming hard with the delicious Yvette's mouth glued to her pussy, but clamping her throat down on her helpless cries.

"I hate it when you have to do that," Yvette said. "I had to do that for years, trying not to wake up my little girl while Arthur was ripping his huge dick up into me. In fact, I still have to do it."

"I thought you said you never came with him."

"I never said that. I do come . . . once in a while. And I fake it the other times. I still have to act like I do."

"I know. I was just teasing," Laura said. "I hate it too.

"I like to make you scream," Yvette smiled mischievously. "That way I know I'm getting through to you."

"I feel the same."

"Maybe we should just tell your neighbors to use their earplugs or something."

"Hey, there's an idea."

"Can we have one more before I have to leave?" she asked, glancing over Laura's bare shoulder at the clock radio. She lowered her voice solemnly. "These are really the best minutes of my life, Laura," she confessed. "Except for the time I spend with my little girl. Even with Rhonda, I know she's only using me for her lust. But you and I really care for each other. Remember the first time we did it? I was so afraid. You seduced me, making me wear that cutoff sweatshirt, so you could touch my boobs."

She stroked Laura's cheek. Laura had never seen her so tender. And this tenderness made Laura's own lust return like twelve wild chargers. Yvette had been only the third girl she had ever slept with, after Karen and Rina. She was special.

"I think you're so beautiful," she whispered to Yvette, meaning it, beginning to kiss the girl's delicious naked black body everywhere again. "I don't care how much noise we make. We like to fuck each other completely, the way we always have."

"Yes . . . oh yessss!" Yvette panted as Laura's mouth found her sensitive nipples again.

And this time they threw caution to the winds. They had a history of very overheated and passionate sex with each other, and they gave into it. Laura sucked Yvette's beautiful small breasts hard, as she knew Yvette like to have them sucked, and Yvette mouth-raped Laura's pussy. They twisted and panted and whimpered, ending up in a tumultuous sixty-nine that was a masterpiece of sexual communication.

They had been doing this to one another for over two years and had worked it into a high art, so that each knew how close the other was to coming. And they coaxed one another along with subtle and more vigorous caresses until the moment, the crushing, obliterating moment, loomed for both of them. Then, with only their marvelously attuned feelings to prompt them, they brought each other to the peak together and dissolved in a shattering, incandescent shared orgasm.

It was also a loud one. Each girl moaned and cried out, unable to restrain the joyous outpouring of her fierce rapture, writhing in the throes of a beautiful, thrillingly intense climax. Then, as their moans subsided, Laura realized what they had done. Oh god, I know everybody heard us! she thought. But still neither of them cared. She knew Yvette had thought the same thing, and they both erupted in uncontrollable giggling.

"Can't you just see them upstairs, panting and glassy- eyed, wondering what we were doing to each other?" Yvette laughed.

Laura kissed her meaningfully. She had rediscovered Yvette, rediscovered the deep feelings she had once had for her, before the Rhonda business, and Sholandra, and all that. "It's the best one we ever had together," she whispered.

"I know," Yvette said softly, kissing her back. "And now I have to go or we'll never have another one, if Arthur finds out I'm gone."