Leaving Brandi in her hotel room, even though they had spent the afternoon and evening in exuberant fucking that left Laura exhausted, made her feel very bittersweet as she arrived home. Their relationship was thrilling, but infrequently consummated, and sexually dangerous since they were both gluttons. When would she see Brandi again?

And her feelings were complicated by remembering that she was already in a pickle, caused by her videotaped orgy with Stephanie, which had made Rhonda retaliate by taking April from her. And that too was complicated by Jane’s interference when Laura was taking April home last week, after fucking her delicious ass for the first time. And then there was the very muted, civilized rejection by Deshona Reed, who had gently but firmly resisted her caresses.

It all made Laura very sad.

But there was a message on her answering machine that perked her up immediately.

"Oh damn . . . you’re not there." It was Deshona Reed’s voice. "Well . . . [wearily], I just called to talk. I kind of missed you . . . that’s all. You can call if you like. Hope you didn’t misplace my number. Bye."

Laura, smiling, felt suddenly warm all over. She called me! She sounded so friendly, so tired, so upset that I wasn’t here. Deshona’s number was right by the phone, where Laura had written it down the last time. She picked up the phone, kicking off her shoes, and called immediately.

"Don’t ask me why," Deshona said, after they said hello. "I just got to thinking of you. Wanted to talk. I don’t suppose you could come down here."

Laura’s heart actually fluttered. What could this mean? She called. She’s inviting me to her house again. Laura detected a faint, deep, excited but distant pulsing in her pussy at these thoughts. Oh god! And I’m so tired.

"You know," she found herself saying, astonished that she could be turning Deshona down, "I am so tired, I don’t think I could make it down there."

"Oh. I understand." Deshona did not try to conceal her disappointment. "Well, tomorrow’s our work day, right?"

"Yes, it is." Laura had almost forgotten. Since being rejected, however mildly, by Deshona, she had not looked forward to their next encounter.

"Well, come to my place. Not to the office. We can work here. Fewer distractions. Do you remember how to find it?"

"I think so," Laura said calmly. She knew the way minutely.

"Come early," Deshona said. "I’ll see you then."

"Yes."

The next morning she put on her most tailored and austere business suit—black, with huge buttons, accented by a peach silk scarf—and drove down to Deshona Reed’s house in the hills, trying not to anticipate anything. We’ll just work, she told herself. We like each other. It will be enjoyable. Nothing is going to happen. Don’t force it. In fact, you should be very impersonal, gracious, and businesslike. Okay?

But when she got there, she found Deshona wearing the same jeans, and the same sweatshirt, she had been wearing the last time Laura was there. And in a few seconds, Laura realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra this time either.

"Well, you’re dressed to the nines, Laura," Deshona said. "I told you we weren’t going to the office."

"Just thought—"

"You’d better be all business?"

Laura blushed slightly. "I guess so."

"Come in here and take off your jacket and kick off your shoes. You are very over-dressed. I should get you some shorts."

"Oh, I’m fine. Shall we get started?"

"Come in here and sit with me for a minute."

She took Laura into her livingroom with the small facing white sofas and the glass coffee table, where Laura had tentatively kissed her, then been gently, sensibly refused. Again, Deshona sat down next to her. The sofas were really small loveseats, and so they were very close.

"I actually missed talking to you," Deshona said. "I can’t believe it."

Laura was flattered. "I enjoyed talking with you."

Laura was very nervous. It was almost as if she were being seduced by Deshona this time, instead of the other way around. Deshona leaned her head back, as she had done the first time, staring up into space, the smooth curve of her dark throat revealing a small, regular pulse where a vein ran along her wonderful, shapely neck.

We’ve been here before, Laura thought as she lay her own head back too. When she turned her head sideways to look at Deshona, she found herself looking directly into Deshona’s dark, direct eyes. Deshona’s eyes slowly fell to Laura’s mouth. She inched her head closer in an invitation Laura could not refuse.

Laura moved her head too until their lips met. This time there was no hesitation. Their mouths curved effortlessly together, and their lips parted easily. Laura’s tongue slipped into Deshona’s mouth, Deshona’s tongue meeting it, coiling around it, stroking it. Nothing touched but their mouths, and the kiss went on a very long time. Unlike the first time, Deshona closed her eyes, at least for part of the kiss.

When they stopped kissing briefly, Laura whispered, "What made you change your mind?"

Deshona shrugged. "I like you," she murmured back. "Why fight it."

"I like you too."

They kissed again, and this time Laura slipped one hand under Deshona’s sweatshirt, running her fingers over her warm, shapely naked back, pulling her body closer so that they were embracing. She kissed Deshona’s marvelous dark neck, and her beautiful dark brown whorled ear, slipping her tongue into it and following her tongue with a small gush of hot breath.

Deshona shivered sharply. She laughed, a soft, disarming laugh. "You don’t waste any time."

Gazing into her dark, shining eyes, Laura brought her hand around to cup one of Deshona’s very round naked breasts. She had not felt such a round breast since Alison’s breasts. And Deshona’s breast was firm to the point of being hard, like Jane’s, or Kendra’s. She kissed Deshona again, gently squeezing her breast, scissoring the stubby center of Deshona’s nipple with her fingers.

"Since we like each other, why don’t we go into my bedroom and stretch out?" Deshona said softly.

"I’d love to stretch out with you," Laura said.

They stood up and proceeded to the master bedroom, which was on the other side of the house. Laura grinned a little, realizing that it was mid-morning, and they were about to fuck instead of work. She was also a little nervous, wondering if Deshona would lose her nerve on the way to the bedroom, which was quite a walk.

When they got there, Deshona closed the door behind them, as Laura often did at home.

"Such a big house," she explained. "I always close it when I’m in here."

Laura embraced her again and kissed her, right by the closed door. Then she stepped back, and she and Deshona together unbuttoned her silk blouse, removed it, and draped it on a chair.

"Ooohh, you have some pretty underwear," Deshona said, looking at Laura’s black lace bra, which dipped low between her breasts. "Hold on . . . let me do something."

She bent her head and gently kissed the seductive cleavage between Laura’s breasts. It was Laura’s turn to shiver and turn weak in the knees. She pulled Deshona’s face back up to hers, using both hands, and kissed her passionately.

"I want you very much," she whispered.

"You’ll have to be patient with me. I’ve never done this before. Listen to me, I sound like a young virgin or something," she laughed self-deprecatingly.

"You are one to me," Laura said, slipping both hands under the sweatshirt this time, running them up to Deshona’s marvelously round naked breasts.

"They’re so round . . . and firm," she murmured.

Deshona grinned as both of them lifted the sweatshirt up over her head. She tossed it aside. Her breasts were amazingly round.

"They’re so round," Laura said again, cupping the delectable balls of flesh in her palms.

She lowered her mouth to them, restraining herself from an all-out lustful assault. I don’t want to scare her. But what gorgeous boobs! I just want to swallow them.

Deshona’s nipples were flat dark-brown areolas and thick center nubs, not the swollen, bulbous black beauties that Laura loved so much, but very tempting anyway. Laura tongued and sucked them, licking the wide areolas until they were wet with her saliva and stippled with fresh tiny bumps. Then she sucked and tugged the stiff center nubs with her teeth until Deshona began to pant and mewl softly.

"Oh god . . . girl, you’re getting me so excited!" she whimpered.

"Me too," Laura smiled up at her.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, watching Deshona’s eyes on her naked breasts as the bra fell away. Deshona was slipping out of her jeans as she bent forward and ran her tongue all over one of Laura’s bulging coral nipples. Still disengaging her jeans from around her ankles, she sucked Laura’s nipple into her mouth. Then, hands free, she scooped up Laura’s breast and squeezed it to, sucking harder.

"Unhh!" Laura gasped, biting her lower lip.

The sensations were so sweet. She had wanted Deshona Reed for so long. Again they kissed, rubbing their naked breasts and saliva-damp nipples together while Laura shed her skirt, and they both slipped quickly out of their panties. Now Deshona peeled back the bedspread on a huge king-sized bed, as large as Laura’s. She took Laura’s hand and drew Laura down with her on the sheets.

"I’ve dreamed of this moment," Deshona confessed softly as they kissed and caressed each other’s naked body, enjoying for the first time the intense pleasure of being completely naked together. "I wished I had done it the first night, when you were here. That’s why I called you. I . . . just wanted to hear your voice."

"I don’t care how long you waited," Laura smiled. "I’m just glad you called. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you."

"Really?"

"Really." Laura began kissing her everywhere, slowly, exploring her beautiful neck and shoulders, her perfect clavicles, her smooth upper chest. "You are so lovely."

Deshona was petite, fine-boned, very shapely, with a tiny waist. Her perfectly round breasts were large for her body, though not too large, and Laura soon had her face between them, kissing the firm, smooth balls of flesh everywhere, exploring their curved undersides, the v between them, avoiding Deshona’s excited, erect nipples until she finally gave in and sucked them.

The difference between Deshona’s breasts and others, apart from being so perfectly round, like Alison’s, was that they were really so hard that Laura could almost not get Deshona’s entire nipple, areola and all, into her mouth. But it was wonderful trying. She held each breast in her hands and sucked Deshona’s nipples so hard that Deshona began cawing and mewling uncontrollably.

Laura released one wet, stiff nipple from her mouth. "God, am I hurting you?"

"Oh no! Oh god no . . . it feels so good! Please, do it again!"

Oh god, I really want to fuck this beautiful woman! Laura thought, hungrily devouring Deshona’s lovely round breasts now, squeezing and sucking them aggressively. I’ll bet she’s really wet after this. She’s so gorgeous.

She kissed her way down Deshona’s delicious body, across her marvelous smooth stomach, slipping down between her yawning thighs. I wish I could see her face when I stick my tongue into her pussy, Laura thought. She’s never felt anything like what she’s going to feel now, I just know it. I’m going to make her come so hard.

And Deshona had an especially beautiful pussy, the kind Laura loved so much, with long, sinuous black lips and a parabolic shape, the glimmering fiery hot pink insides slick with fresh warm juices. Her clit was already swollen and pinkish, protruding halfway from an over-large, glossy little hood. Laura couldn’t wait to taste it, but she controlled her desires and carefully parted Deshona’s lovely cuntlips with her fingers, exposing the inflamed, glistening cleft of her tempting honey pit.

She held open Deshona’s pussy and slipped her tongue slowly into it, not stopping until her own lips pressed against Deshona’s spread cuntlips. It was a french kiss in her most secret place, and Deshona gave a small wail of unbearable delight as she felt Laura’s tongue slide into her aching slit.

"Unhhhhhhh! Oh!" she whimpered.

Patiently, lovingly, Laura began to make love to Deshona’s pussy with all her considerable skill, determined to make it unforgettable. She licked the pulpy, warm insides of Deshona’s cunt, luxuriating in the tangy flavors of the copious juices that flowed onto her tongue, swallowing them thirstily. Deshona moaned and gyrated her hips slowly, her fingers dancing excited in Laura’s hair, clutching Laura’s scalp.

"Ohhnnn!" she moaned, biting her lower lip, tilting her head up to watch Laura, her eyes catching Laura’s, who looked up to see how she was taking it.

Deshona half-swooned, her head falling back to the bed, her lovely, small, curvaceous body writhing sexily. For the first time, Laura let her tongue graze the girl’s sensitive clit, and Deshona whimpered hysterically, her hips pumping wildly.

"Oh . . . oh!" she gasped. "Oh . . . honey . . . I don’t come very fast," she whimpered to Laura. "Just want you to know."

You may surprise yourself, darling, Laura thought. But she cooed softly, "You take as much time as you want. I love your delicious pussy. I love your delicious pussy," she repeated, now sucking Deshona’s cuntlips gently as she slid two fingers up into her cunt too, preparing to heighten the intensity.

Deshona did surprise herself because in two minutes she was totally out of control. On the other hand, Laura thought, as she began to stroke Deshona’s clit deliberately with her tongue, maybe this is what she means by a long time. Laura had learned that most women had no idea what ‘long’ really was—unless like Laura herself, or Yvette, for example, or Randi, women who really did come in only seconds sometimes, they were genuine fast climaxers. But other women had nothing to measure themselves against. They might think two minutes was a long time, whereas it took others five or six minutes to get there.

However, Laura knew she was able to make almost any woman come in three minutes, and Deshona was no exception. From the time Laura began to fingerfuck her and lick/suck her clit at the same time, Deshona unraveled in about thirty seconds. Laura speeded up; Deshona thrashed and panted, pumping frantically, mewling hysterically. Laura fucked her harder. She sucked Deshona’s erect clit hard.

Deshona stiffened. Then her lovely small body went into sharp convulsions, her magnificent round breasts shaking and swirling as an intense orgasm rose up inside her quivering body.

"Auungghhiieee!" she cried out, shocking them both by the unbridled loudness of her cries. "Ungghh! Oh . . . oh . . . oh Laura! Nnnnuunmmgghiieee! Oh god yes! Ungghh!"

It was a whale of an orgasm, wrenching her, choking her with repeated shocks, until it finally tailed off and left her gasping for breath, with tiny tears leaking from the corners of both eyes. At this point, knowing it had been overpowering for her, Laura scooted back up and enfolded her in her arms.

"You came hard," she whispered, kissing her ear, her cheek, her mouth when she had regained normal breathing.

Deshona was speechless for several seconds.. "I hate to say this," she croaked softly, hoarsely. "I’m almost thirty . . . and I never came like that before. Where’ve you been all my life, Laura?"

Laura kissed her again. "I think maybe you’ve been working too hard," she winked.

"And grieving," Deshona confessed. "Over that man . . . and that blonde." Her smile melted Laura’s heart. "Thank you for making me forget."

"If you keep smiling at me like that," Laura said, truthfully, "I’m going to feel like making you forget again."

"Where’d you learn to do that? Never mind, don’t tell me. I never had anyone lick my pussy like that."

"Men don’t know how to eat pussy," Laura smiled. "Most of them, anyway. They just want to get you ready so they can fuck you."

Deshona smiled, shaking her head. "I don’t believe you. You’re so . . . businesslike. So beautiful, poised, smart, charming. Then you make me come like I’ve never come before and talk about ‘fucking’ all the time. Laura, you are really turning my world upside down."

Laura hugged her hard, pushing their naked breasts together, wanting to fuck her again and also wanting to come herself, with Deshona’s mouth pressed to her own pussy, which was throbbing and runny and hot. Deshona seemed to know it and slid her hand down to Laura's crotch. Laura felt her fingers slip into her very wet slit. Deshona kissed her neck, affectionately.

"Never done this before . . . but I bet if I did what you did, it would work," she murmured, nibbling Laura’s earlobe. "What do you think?"

"I think it would," Laura panted.

"You wouldn’t mind if I kiss these wonderful boobs of yours on my way down, would you?"

"You like them?" Laura asked, watching Deshona’s dark fingers on her naked breasts, and Deshona’s lips closing over one of her nipples.

Deshona didn’t answer until she had sucked both nipples hungrily for a while. They were wet and throbbing and very stiff when she finally looked up. Laura was already ga-ga from a turbulent, whirling mixture of love and lust.

"I guess one is never happy with what one has," Deshona murmured. "I always wanted boobs like these. Pear-shaped, you know? With these big soft nipples, like yours."

"But yours are so round, so firm. They’re incredible."

Deshona looked down. "As long as you like them," she said softly.

She brushed Laura’s wet nipples with the hard, erect nubs of her own. Laura cradled Deshona’s hard, round balls in her hands and rubbed the hard, springy centers of Deshona’s nipples roughly against her own swollen, erect nipples. They kissed, now ravenously, more passionately than they had kissed up to now.

"I want you," Laura panted, trembling as Deshona’s fingers rubbed her pussy more aggressively.

"Can I lick your pussy?" Deshona teased her, coiling her tongue around Laura’s.

"Yes! Please!"

Deshona slid down Laura’s body, and without hesitation, she parted Laura’s cuntlips with her fingers, as Laura had done to her, and slipped her tongue directly into Laura’s pussy. Laura was afraid she would boil over right then. All the pent-up desire for Deshona that she had been nursing for days and weeks seemed to flood her body, and her pussy, with waves of honeyfire. She began moaning and churning her hips almost uncontrollably.

"Ohhhnnnnn! Ohhnnnnn! Oh god . . . yes! Oh darling yes yes! Oh Deshona oh god yes unhhhh!"

Laura’s heated response emboldened Deshona, who now began to tongue and suck Laura’s pussy very passionately. In about thirty seconds Laura had reached the top of the curve. Deshona’s sensual lips finally found her swollen clit, sucking it tentatively, then more forcefully as Laura nearly came apart at the seams. Then the hot seizures began to wrench Laura, and she came sharply.

"Ongghh! Oh Jesus . . . ohnnggh! Auungghhh! Anngghhiieee!" she cried out, letting the full joy of her orgasm burst forth from her mouth as Deshona had moments earlier.

In the middle of her climax, a voice in the back of her brain reminded her that they were in Deshona’s house, isolated among the trees, acres from any other dwelling, and not in her apartment, where Kendra or Jane could overhear them. She was free to come as exultantly and as loudly as she wished, and from that moment on her groans were ecstatically fierce. She had not had such a full-throated orgasm, it seemed, for months.

She was still whimpering from aftershocks when Deshona slid up to embrace her. Laura could taste her own juices on Deshona’s lips.

"Mmmm, I must have had a wet one," she murmured apologetically.

Deshona simply smiled. "I had a guy stop taking me out once because he thought I made too much fluid when I came," she said. "Can you believe that? Sometimes I let go with a real gusher. Can’t help it. Don’t even know when it’s going to happen either."

Laura shook her head, grinning. "You are such a wonderful person. Do you know it took me months to break through that icy façade you put up? This cold, aloof, black bitch? Why do you want her, Laura? I asked myself over and over. Sure, she’s gorgeous. So are a lot of others. She’s cold as a glacier."

Deshona grinned and giggled self-consciously. "Hope you don’t think so now."

Laura embraced her fiercely. "I’m falling in love with you."

Deshona frowned. "Don’t say the ‘L’ word. It makes me . . . like that iceberg you were talking about."

"It’s okay. You don’t have to love me back. You just have to catch on fire when I light the match."

"You must be lighting it, ‘cause my fire hasn’t gone out yet," Deshona said, smiling.

Laura pulled her down on the mattress and rolled over on top of her, biting her neck playfully. "I’m so glad because I want to devour your beautiful body until you beg for mercy."

"Oh, that sounds like fun."

They ended up fucking heatedly for another hour before temporary exhaustion persuaded them to pause. By that time, both of them had come four more times. Laura, insatiably hungry as always, explored Deshona’s very beautiful body in minute detail, discovering in the process a naked back that was a paragon of perfection, and a bottom that was not far behind, as well as short but delectably shaped legs that reminded her, in a way, of Sholandra’s.

She was smitten. She couldn’t keep her hands off Deshona, who in turn luxuriated in the knowledge that Laura wanted her so insatiably, something she had not allowed herself to feel for a long time.

"Girl," she whispered after Laura had fucked her to an especially shattering sixth orgasm, "nobody ever screwed me this much in my life. Not even my ex-husband, or my horniest boyfriend. How come I couldn’t tell you were a sex fiend under that business suit?"

"Because I keep it a deep secret," Laura winked. "You bring out the lust in me."

"I sure must. We haven’t got any work done today, but we sure got a lot of lust out in the open."

"We sure did." Laura kissed her, filling her hands with Deshona’s incredible round and hard breasts. "We aren’t finished, are we?"

"We aren’t going to have anything to show for today, if anyone asks."

"Except our feelings for each other," Laura said. "I don’t plan to share that with anyone but you."

Deshona looked pensive, then glanced down. "Did you mean that . . . about the ‘L’ word? When I told you to be quiet."

"I meant it."

Laura reflected that the fact that she fell in love pretty easily didn’t mean she was lying. She felt deeply for Deshona, deep love as well as deep lust, all intermingled together.

"You’re just like a man," Deshona scoffed. "You just want to fuck me."

"And you want me to stop," Laura teased.

Deshona’s eyes twinkled. "Not yet."

"See," Laura pinched her beautiful ass playfully. "You’re just as bad as me."

Deshona got briefly serious again. "I just . . . never had so much fun with anybody before," she confessed. "I didn’t know you could do this."

Laura’s heart throbbed. She was deeply in love, forgetting about Randi, Charise, Shavon, Trina, all the others she had fallen this hard for too. She had to press her pussy against Deshona’s, before they stopped.

"Look, I want to do something," she whispered sexily in Deshona’s marvelous ear. "I want us to fuck with our pussies. We can come that way. You won’t believe how intense it is."

Deshona’s eyes widened. "I can guess," she said, half in awe. "It sounds wild."

"Are you wet?"

"I’m always wet now, when I look in your eyes," Deshona said, romantically.

"Me too. Just sit up here and spread your thighs."

Pliant, curious, Deshona did as she was asked. Quickly, Laura maneuvered one leg under Deshona’s and scooted close, until her crotch was very close to Deshona’s, the curls of their pubic hairs touching. At this close range, their breasts were touching too, their nipples kissing, and they could not avoid a long, searching, wet kiss, fondling each other, pinching and twisting each other’s nipples, until they were both very aroused again.

"No need to wonder if I’m wet now," Deshona whispered, glassy-eyed, as their mouths parted.

"Me either," Laura said. "Now watch me. Hold open your pussy like this, with your fingers." She showed Deshona, parting her own pussylips with two fingers. "Then, just push forward until our pussies are kissing."

In another few seconds, their wet, open, hot cunts were glued together, and the sensations were acute enough to make both of them nearly swoon. Before really getting into it, they kissed again, tongues stabbing and spearing now. Then Laura began gyrating her pelvis, feeling the slick, greasy meat of her exposed cunt slide back and forth against the inflamed inner flesh of Deshona’s pussy.

"Oh god, Laura . . . !" Deshona gasped, falling back onto her elbows, glancing down at Laura’s crotch mated with her own.

Laura leaned back onto her elbows too, for leverage, and began to grind her hips, fucking Deshona in a slow, steady rhythm. And Deshona, biting her lower lip, began to fuck Laura back. The next few minutes were, as always, among the most sexual exciting Laura ever experienced.

They gazed hypnotically into each other’s eyes, totally immersed in their hot, throbbing love and phenomenal sexual arousal, starting slowly but quickly accelerating the pace as their need grew more urgent. Deshona was a very beautiful woman, and the sight of her face torn with lust and her incredible hard round breasts jiggling as Laura fucked her harder and harder was almost enough in itself to make Laura come. In seconds they were groaning, gasping, their bodies surging together, the bed swaying and creaking.

Laura, having done this before, had the presence of mind to reach down and guide her clit into Deshona’s. Their two clits rubbing together very quickly brought them both to a fierce climax.

"Anngghh! Oh! Ungghhh!" Deshona groaned, her body sagging, then undulating wildly as her orgasm engulfed her.

Laura was about to come herself, but she was overcome by a desire to really ravish Deshona. Flinging herself forward onto the panting, moaning girl, she jammed her pussy roughly into Deshona’s, pumping and grinding and fucking her mercilessly, digging her fingers into Deshona’s amazingly firm breasts at the same time, kissing her face, dropping her mouth to Deshona’s nipples, sucking them hard, still gyrating her own pussy into Deshona’s as a fierce orgasm began to overtake her.

Laura began to shudder and come in shocking, rupturing spasms, and her violent orgasm seemed to trigger another one in Deshona, who groaned, her lovely body stiffening, arching, shuddering too, as she came a second time. Almost as soon as the shocks of her orgasm began to wane Laura felt guilty for the wild whirlwind of mad fucking she had forced on Deshona, who couldn’t have been expecting it.

"Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry," she heard herself saying as she rolled off Deshona's ravished body. "I didn’t mean to be so rough, I couldn’t help it."

Shaking her head in astonishment, still panting, looking blasted away by the force of two quick, fierce orgasms, Deshona half-smiled. "Don’t ever apologize to me, Laura, for making me come like that," she croaked softly.

She pulled Laura over on top of her again, jamming her still-wet cunt into Laura’s thigh in a way that instantly reminded Laura of her long-running affair with Brandi. "You liked it," Laura said.

Deshona relaxed her thighs, releasing Laura’s, kissing Laura’s mouth and caressing her cheek with very deep tenderness. "You know, I might have to start reconsidering my feelings about the ‘L’ word," she murmured, giving Laura a devastating, under-the-eyelashes sexual look.