Laura ran into Rhonda at a retirement party for a person they both knew. They rarely saw one another at work, though Laura knew that Yvette, and especially Sholandra, still spent some time in Rhonda’s bed. She had made her peace with it, but she and Rhonda still were very suspicious of one another and had a complex relationship governed by hate, mistrust, and undeniable sexual attraction.

They also had slept together, and their last encounter, in Rhonda’s office in the middle of a work day, had nearly incinerated them both, as well as the office. They had almost gone up in flames, fucking and moaning in an unbelievably hot encounter. They had not seen each other since, and the second their eyes met they both resonated with the memory of it.

Finally, Laura caught Rhonda alone in a corner of the crowded bar, which was not easy since both of them were completely gorgeous women and attracted men without trying. Their eyes locked and throbbed together so intensely that both were afraid it would become obvious. Laura smiled and looked away, to break the connection.

"I guess neither of us has forgotten," she whispered.

"I haven’t," Rhonda said, swallowing uncomfortably.

"You look stunning," Laura said under her breath, trying not to look at Rhonda too hungrily.

But it was difficult. Even though Laura preferred her sleek black beauties, and never even looked twice at a blonde, Rhonda was an exception. She had shimmering golden hair, the blooming peach sort of complexion that some lucky blondes had, and a body to make men (and certain women) drool. She looked a lot like Pamela Anderson, but her clear, even ruthless, intelligence gave her an aura that the bimbo Pam lacked. And of course the jealousy and competition between her and Laura for several delicious young black girls added an emotional intensity to their mutual physical allure.

"So do you," Rhonda breathed softly. "I know someone who wants to meet you."

"Here?"

Rhonda shook her head. "Let’s get out of here and I’ll tell you about her."

"Follow me in two minutes," Laura said, wanting to leave a pause between their exits.

Rhonda smiled and nodded. Two minutes later they met in the parking garage next to the bar. Rhonda was flushed and beautiful. Laura had a flash of understanding. She knew how Yvette, or Sholandra, could sleep with this woman. Her physical beauty was the kind that caught you by the throat.

"Let’s go to my place," Rhonda said. "It’s closer."

Laura smiled. She wants to fuck, quickly. I must be looking pretty good too.

In Rhonda’s apartment, she poured both of them a drink. Laura knew they both wanted to fall on the bed and fuck each other wildly, but they must act civilized and cool. They clinked glasses, their eyes already smoking, hands quivering slightly in excited anticipation.

"Her name is Earlene Farrell," Rhonda said. "I really don’t know why I’m doing this. She’s a total knockout, and very hot. I mean hot. She’ll burn a hole in your bed, if you don’t watch out."

Laura smiled. "Hotter than Sholandra?"

Rhonda smirked. "No one is hotter than that."

"So why are you introducing her to me?"

Suddenly an expression of total, devastated lovesickness passed across Rhonda’s beautiful face. "I met this girl . . . this model. You don’t know her. Or maybe you’ve seen her picture. Once she was Playmate of the Month."

Laura felt a dagger pierce her stomach. It couldn’t be Lorrie, she thought. Of course not. She’s not a model. Still, her competitiveness with Rhonda made her blood boil. It better not be!

"What’s her name?" she asked softly.

"Stevie. Stevie Archer." Rhonda’s eyes glistened with happy tears. "I’m in love, Laura."

Laura could see that she meant it. She raised a forefinger and tenderly caressed Rhonda’s cheek. "You little tramp, you’re still willing to hop in bed with me."

Rhonda smiled. "That’s different. You and I are two of a kind."

Laura leaned forward and kissed her. It was a very different kiss than any they had ever shared before. What Rhonda had confessed made them overwhelmingly more intimate than they had ever been. Not only were they secret lesbians, but they also coveted the same kind of women, and often the very same woman.

Their mouths curved together expressively, and they kissed for a long time without touching. When the kiss came to an end, Laura pulled back, so she could see Rhonda’s eyes.

"Laura, you’re making me feel more for you than I’ve ever felt. I’m too used to hating you."

"I want you," Laura breathed.

"You’re making it hard to hate you."

Laura kissed her neck, phenomenally smooth, creamy. "I can make you forget Stevie, for an hour."

Rhonda put her arms around Laura and kissed her with scorching passion. "Promise?"

They were not far from Rhonda’s bedroom, but afterward Laura could not remember how they got there. They were both half-unclothed as they fell together on Rhonda’s bed, also a king-sized bed, like Laura’s. Rhonda found the clasp of Laura’s bra between the cups and peeled them away. Laura unclasped Rhonda’s bra behind her back at almost the same instant. Hurriedly, they struggled out of the rest of their clothes.

They purposely pushed their naked breasts together, delighting in the feel of these delectable globes rubbing, their nipples touching. Rhonda’s breasts were slightly bigger than Laura’s, with beautiful large brown nipples. Laura, still kissing her neck, throat, and shoulders feverishly, scooped up Rhonda’s beautiful breasts in both hands.

She dropped her mouth to them, devouring Rhonda’s big, soft nipples hungrily. Rhonda moaned, twisting, watching, even holding her own breasts for Laura.

"You make me so wet," she panted. "You suck so hard."

"Harder than Stevie?" Laura teased.

"Yes! Barbara used to suck me like that."

"We miss her, don’t we."

"Yes! Ohhnnn! Oh . . . Laura! Unghhhh!"

"I want to eat your pretty blonde pussy."

"Now you even sound like Barbara."

Laura slipped lower, lower, kissing Rhonda’s extremely beautiful naked body, until she arrived between the girl’s tawny thighs, facing Rhonda’s exquisitely lovely pussy. "You really have a beautiful one, you know," she murmured, beginning to lick the outer labia sensually.

"Ohhhhhhh Laura!" Rhonda sighed, quickly becoming very aroused as Laura began expertly to make love to her very wet pussy.

Laura licked and sucked and teased it, probing with one long finger and tickling Rhonda’s clit with the tip of her tongue just enough to bring a hot, frantic series of whimpers from deep in Rhonda’s chest, uncontrollable panting, sexy writhing. She was not necessarily a quick comer, like Laura was, but Laura knew how to ring her bells, and she wasted no time. She began to feel the preliminary undulations in Rhonda’s body, and she took the girl’s swollen clit between her lips, fingerfucking her and sucking it at the same time.

Rhonda came in torrents. "Ungghhh! Auunngghhh! Oh . . . shit! Ohhnnggg yes yes! Oh yes ungghhh!" she groaned, her pelvis shuddering and churning as the shocks of her orgasm wrenched her.

Laura got pussy juices all over her lips and tongue but loved every second of it, swallowing them and slurping Rhonda’s pussy even after the last spasms had died away. Rhonda moaned and ran her fingers through Laura’s hair, gyrating her hips and pushing her pussy up into Laura’s mouth.

"God, honey, you’re going to make me come again if you keep doing that!" she gasped.

"Really?"

"Yes! Ungghh! God . . . Laura, I’m coming again! Auunngghhh! Oh!"

This time she had a really hard, wrenching orgasm, the kind that left her weak and panting and shattered afterward. She gazed at Laura from glassy eyes, her mouth slack, her breath still labored.

Laura slithered up to face her. "Do you want me to wipe off my mouth before I kiss you?"

"Please. I hate the taste of my own pussy."

"Mmmm, I love it," Laura smiled, wiping her mouth on the sheet.

"You’re so good. How did you get to be so good? Making me come like that, twice in about twenty seconds."

"You were the one who was coming."

"You know what I mean. You knew how to make me."

"Practice, I guess," Laura said.

"I’m going to practice on you," Rhonda said, pulling Laura down and rolling over on top of her. "I’m going to lick your pussy and make you come twice too, if it’s the last thing I do."

"Oh goodie. Then when you see Stevie next, you can do it to her and she’ll love you forever."

This made Rhonda temporarily glum. "She just got divorced. I think she still likes the drip."

"She won’t after you give her a little g-spot orgasm."

Rhonda’s eyebrows went up. "Have you ever really had one of those? Do you think they really exist?"

Laura grinned. "They exist, all right."

"God . . . if I could give her one, it would be heaven."

"You can practice on me."

"Oh god, Laura, yes! Show me!"

This must be the best of all possible worlds, Laura thought, as she began coaching Rhonda on just where to touch her to make her explode in endless gushing waterfalls of coming. Turn you finger around, yes. Now . . . right there. No, a little bit over this way, yes. Yes, right there! Oh god! Yes . . . rub it hard! Yes! Suck my clit, rub it hard! Oh Rhonda, you found . . . oh god I’m going to come now yes yes now yes!

Laura came in violent, repeated sunbursts of thrilling ecstacy, coming and coming, whinnying helplessly and pushing her mouth into her own forearm to muffle her groans of rapture. She knew she could have had even another one or two orgasms, but Rhonda became alarmed at how excessive the seizures of bliss were that gripped Laura. Or perhaps she was envious. So she stopped and withdrew before Laura was finished.

But it didn’t matter. Laura, stunned and exhausted, had come about five times, and it took several minutes for her to regain her senses. She smiled, beaming with gratitude, at Rhonda.

"Do you think you can do that to her?" she asked.

Rhonda beamed too. "I’m sure going to give it a try. I thought you were going to need a paramedic. Maybe you should see if you can find my . . . spot," she said, almost demurely.

Laura nodded. "Give me a few minutes to recover."

They stretched out, talking softly, more intimate and affectionate now than they had ever been. Rhonda told Laura more about Stevie. They had met at a fashion show, much like the one where Laura had met Alison.

"Were you her first . . . you know, woman?" Laura asked, filled with curiosity.

Rhonda nodded. "She was a Playmate, for Christ’s sake. A pretty black bimbo. Getting boffed by all those guys who hang around Hef. Mostly photographers, of course. But she was married to this guy who was an executive in the organization."

"Did she ever go to bed with Hef?"

Rhonda shook her head. "He doesn’t like chocolate. That’s how she put it. I guess she would have, if he’d asked. To hear her tell it, she’d fall into bed with any of those creeps if it meant getting ahead. But she’s pretty bitter about most of it now. Except for her ex. I think she still loves him."

"She won’t after you diddle her little black pussy like I just showed you," Laura said. "Tell me, how did you get her into bed? I’m curious. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to."

Rhonda winked conspiratorially. "Isn’t it always so interesting? I always wonder how I did it, afterward. You probably do too."

"Every time."

"We were in her dressing room. She asked me to . . . unzip her. You know, like for a change. I sort of let my fingertips run up and down her naked back." Rhonda closed her eyes and shivered involuntarily. "God, it gives me the chills even to remember it. She was so beautiful, I could barely stand it."

"And she didn’t recoil? In horror?"

"No. She sort of half-smiled at me, over her shoulder. But she didn’t say anything. Then she just turned around. We were alone, but anybody could’ve walked right in. Her dress just sort of fell away and she was naked. We kissed. It was so romantic."

"Sounds like it."

"But we couldn’t do anything. She had to change and get back out there."

"Don’t tell me. And you were afraid the spell would be broken."

"I can see you’ve been there before."

"Yes. You never know at that point."

"Well, I sort of disappeared then, not wanting to seem pushy. But at the reception that evening, she came over to me and said ‘Did you like what you saw?’ Of course I nodded but couldn’t trust myself to speak. She says ‘Would you like to see it again?’ My god, I thought, she’s seducing me!"

"And she succeeded, I guess."

"We went up to my hotel room and the rest is history. We didn’t come out of that room until morning. I was exhausted."

"But happy."

"Deliriously happy."

"Now, instead of making me jealous, tell me about this person who ‘wants to meet me,’ as you put it. Really you just want to pass her along to me so you can spend more time with Stevie Gorgeous Archer."

"True, but Earlene isn’t exactly a dog, you know. She’s really gorgeous herself. Just not innocent."

"Oh, not sweet and innocent like your little Playmate?" Laura teased her mercilessly. "The one who fell into bed with anybody in the Playboy universe who asked her?"

Rhonda giggled softly and blushed. "Okay, okay. The difference is that Earlene is not new to, shall we say Our Way?"

"You mean girl-girl?"

Rhonda nodded. "Neither one of you will have to seduce the other. But you’d better keep a fire extinguisher close by."

"That’s the second time you’ve said how hot she is. I can hardly wait. What did you two do together?"

Now Rhonda got uncharacteristically nervous. She looked away. "Actually, nothing. I’m really . . . a little bit afraid of her, to be honest. I wanted to, though. She has an incredible body."

"What did you tell her about me?"

"I never even mentioned you. I just thought I’d get the two of you together and watch the sparks fly."

"I can hardly wait," Laura repeated.