Laura’s back was still not healed, and she had to continue to make excuses to Deshona, whom she had not seen in a week, and who was growing more impatient and jealous, wondering if Laura were seeing someone else. Laura, who had been fucking Randi, Tiffany, and Earlene with heated enthusiasm, continued to lie. But she did truly love Deshona, and the lies pained her as much as the itch in her pussy at the sound of Deshona’s voice. She too wanted the healing to be over.

Meanwhile, she tried to avoid every day looking at Tamara Taylor, whose exquisite face and delicious body made it almost impossible not to stare. Tamara did not catch her staring, but Sholandra did, in the hallway outside the cafeteria at lunch time. She even startled Laura by coming up behind her.

"You’re eyes be falling out of your head, Laura," she said. "Better not let her catch you looking. You look like a sex offender. You’d really like a piece of that juicy little hair pie, wouldn’t you? You and Rhonda and every guy in the building. New girl on the block, and everybody wants to fuck her, right?"

Laura and Sholandra had not really spoken for months, or seen one another either, even in the hallways. She knew that Sholandra was angry at her and Rhonda both, and also that she had a heavy romance going with both Eric and Danny. So she was being screwed plenty. Laura knew them both and had been screwed by them both, together and separately. She knew Sholandra wasn’t pining for cock; she was getting more than enough.

But she might be pining for something else. Laura realized she was jealous of Tamara Taylor and the attention she was getting.

"I only stared at her because you weren’t around," Laura said, disarmingly.

"Oh, right."

"It’s true. How’ve you been, darling?"

"A fat lot you care."

Laura softened. Sholandra was very sexy and attractive. Laura hadn’t fallen for her in the first place without reason. And she was also fiery and provocative.

"I do care. How are you getting along with Danny and Eric? Isn’t one of them trying to beat the other one out for your affections?"

"You mean my black pussy. Or my ass. Hard to figure which one they like most. Girl, I’m getting sore from those huge dicks jamming up my booty. Why do men like to do that so much?"

"You’re asking the wrong person."

"Well . . . sometimes it’s okay, but a steady diet of it is a little rough."

"Do you still let them double up on you?"

Sholandra shook her head but contradicted it with her mouth. "I did last week, though. It is kind of exciting." She dropped her voice. "It’s kind of fun to know you’re driving them so crazy. And boy, do they come. They just spurt all over the place."

This conversation was making Laura hot, and Sholandra seemed to know it. Laura lowered her voice and leaned close, speaking intimately.

"What about you? Do you come ‘all over the place’?"

Sholandra grinned. "I do okay. But not as many times as I used to with you."

"Sounds like you could use a change."

"Are you inviting me over?"

Laura’s pussy was running with warm juice. She wished they could do it right now. She flirted with Sholandra.

"Would you come, if I invited you?"

Sholandra flirted back, with a devastating look. "Come and come," she said.

"I can be home by six," Laura said. "Don’t be late."

Sholandra wasn’t. She wandered around Laura’s apartment curiously, looking for clues. "Who you been screwing lately? I mean, besides stuck-up Yvette Farmer, and that cute, quiet girl with the big ass who Rhonda transferred right out from under you?"

"How is it you know so much?"

"Oh, I know things. I keep my eyes open."

"Evidently you do."

"You been screwing that black ice cube from Decision Resources too, right? The vice president? Ms. Reed. With all her curly-frowsy hair. Tiny woman with big titties. You really go for that, don’t you, Laura. Shit, that woman could give Jack Frost a run. How did you melt her down?"

Laura grabbed her hand as she cruised past, pulling her close, willing to do anything to shut her up. "I really go for you."

"You only want my pussy. Everybody only wants my pussy. Except for Eric and Danny, who want my ass too."

"They have good taste," Laura said, dropping one hand to Sholandra’s pretty round ass, squeezing one firm bun through her skirt.

They kissed, slowly at first, then more wetly, sensually, hungrily.

"You’re the first girl I ever kissed, know that?" Sholandra said. "Of course you do. Rhonda’s the only other one. I think I really prefer cock to pussy."

"Why’d you accept my invitation, then?"

"Sentimental reasons, I guess," Sholandra said, with pointed irony, staring Laura directly in the eye.

Gazing at this gorgeous face, Laura quickly remembered the time when she was desperate to have Sholandra, when she had lurked behind file cabinets and pillars at work just to get a glimpse of her short but spectacular legs, or any other part of her. She remembered rescuing her from a rape in the parking garage, and how they had almost fucked afterward. And then The Kiss, as Sholandra moved closer and closer to giving in.

Finally, a glorious evening of thrilling sex that Laura could still remember in every detail. Sentimental indeed. They had shared some pretty intense moments.

"Remember the first time we kissed?" Laura asked her. "First time?"

Sholandra’s dark eyes throbbed. "I can remember you wanting to fuck me from the first time you laid eyes on me," she whispered huskily.

Laura traced a line down the girl’s smooth, mocha-brown cheek with one fingertip. "That hasn’t changed, at least."

"You remember that pale yellow underwear I had on that night when I showed you my evening dress?" Sholandra asked, coquettish and alluring now.

She had a deeply sensual, fuck-me look in her eyes that was devastating to Laura, who could remember everything. The yellow underwear against Sholandra’s smooth, molasses-colored skin had been an unforgettable sight. She recalled the dark circles of Sholandra’s very large nipples showing through the lacy pale yellow gauze of the demi-bra.

"I could never forget it," Laura half-croaked softly.

"I’m wearing it now," Sholandra tilted her head provocatively. "Want to see?"

Laura drank in every part of the girl. As she often did, Sholandra wore a scoop-neck blouse to show off her flawless skin, and perfect bones, her clavicles straight and sculptured, her throat pure and shapely, her breasts just large enough to make a tantalizing shallow cleavage below the neck line. Laura could actually feel nectars flowing into her tingling pussy as she looked at Sholandra. No wonder I had to have her, she thought.

"I . . . want to see."

With an alluring smile, Sholandra began to slowly unbutton the back of her blouse. "You still have those nosey neighbors," she asked, idly. Her eyes fixed Laura’s. "What if you make me come hard? Do I still have to scream into a pillow?"

Not many others would have asked the question in that particular way, Laura knew. She smiled and threw caution to the winds. God no. Just scream, you delectable darling. You know I will make you come hard.

"You can scream as loud as you want," she said evenly, not taking her eyes from Sholandra’s.

I may hate myself later, she thought. But how could I want you not to scream? She watched, fascinated and aroused, as Sholandra’s skin and the lacy fabric of her bra came slowly into view. Laura didn’t know why, but one of the most sexually electrifying things for her was watching a desirable woman remove her own bra. It was seductive and alluring, a moment of almost hypnotic temptation.

Sholandra could sense Laura’s fascination, and she slowly removed her blouse, watching Laura’s eyes. Her large black nipples were again visible through the filmy fabric.

"Girl . . . you’ve seen my body before," she whispered.

"No," Laura swallowed nervously. "It’s like the first time."

This sparked Sholandra’s mischievous, flirtatious streak. She curved one delicious shoulder archly, sliding the bra strap over it and down her arm with two fingers. Laura quivered internally. Sholandra did the same thing with the other strap, so that now they were both dangling down her arms.

"Laura . . . you have rape in your eye," she whispered, smiling slyly.

"I do?"

"Are you gon’ rape me?"

"I think I am."

Sholandra’s smile widened. She reached both hands behind her back and finally unclasped the bra, letting it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She stared at Laura. Laura stared at Sholandra’s beautiful small breasts.

Because her skin was not as dark as some other girls’ skins, her nipples seemed jet black by contrast, round, puffy, bulging. To Laura it seemed she had sucked them hard a thousand times. Sholandra thoroughly enjoyed Laura’s enchantment. She cupped her naked breasts in her palms and ran her thumbs across her nipples. After two or three times, the centers sprang up, stiff and excited.

"Bet you’d like to touch these with your tongue," she suggested.

Laura nodded. "Let’s go in the bedroom."

"Ooohhh Miz Laura, you up to no good," Sholandra smiled. "I do believe you got rape on your mind indeed."

They went into Laura’s bedroom. Laura shut the door.

"Why do you always do that?" Sholandra asked, amused.

"I don’t want anyone to interrupt us."

Laura submitted while Sholandra carefully unbuttoned her expensive silk blouse and unfastened her bra too, running a fingertip lightly over the scratches on Laura’s back.

"You been going to bed with another hellcat besides me," she said softly, bending to kiss them, a paradoxical gesture, so sweet that Laura was nearly overwhelmed.

Sholandra was rarely tender. Laura turned and kissed her, very romantically. They embraced, rubbing their naked breasts together in a smooth, sensual, luxurious motion, enjoying every minute sensation.

"I haven’t felt you like this for a long time," Sholandra murmured, kissing Laura’s naked shoulder.

"Too long."

"I kinda dig your body too, you know. And you’ve got the greatest boobs I ever saw."

"All yours, darling. Do whatever you want to them."

"Mmmm . . . this?"

"Oh!" Laura gasped as Sholandra took one of her aching nipples into her mouth and clamped it lightly with her teeth.

"Does that light your pretty pink pussy on fire?"

"Yes!"

"How about this?"

"Unhhh! Oh . . . god yes!"

Sholandra was devouring Laura’s breasts before Laura could even get her hands on Sholandra’s.

"We better take the rest of our clothes off before we end up fucking with them on," Sholandra panted, between sweetly intense mouth-attacks on Laura’s throbbing nipples, now erect, wet, and excited.

How could I ever allow myself to ignore this little treasure? Laura wondered. She is so hot.

In another twenty seconds they were both naked, squirming together on the bed, kissing heatedly, groping, sucking. Laura finally got her mouth on the delicious feast of Sholandra’s small, beautiful breasts, almost swallowing the girl’s plump, gleaming black nipples, bringing tight little squeals of delight from deep in Sholandra’s throat.

"God, girl, how could you stay away from me for so long?" she panted, holding both marvelous little breasts in her hands, squeezing them, watching Sholandra’s stiff, saliva-wet nipples expand and point upward so that she could attack them again with her tongue.

"I’m beginning to wonder the same thing," Sholandra panted, squirming, glassy-eyed, watching Laura’s hands and mouth on her breasts. "You do that better than any dude. All they want to do is fuck me."

"Mmmm, who says I don’t?"

Sholandra pulled Laura’s head up so that they were face to face. She looked soulfully deep into Laura’s eyes.

"Laura . . . you know you were my first. You know, first girl. It’s still special to me. You know I joke around, and I’m pretty hot and jealous sometimes. But with you . . ."

She paused, unable to continue. Laura held her face in both hands and kissed her emotionally, then passionately.

"I know what you mean, darling. It’s been too long."

"I want you to . . . you know, not fuck me. Everybody fucks me. I just want you to do it to me like you did the first time."

A smile spread over Laura’s face. "You mean lick your pussy until you come?"

Sholandra couldn’t suppress a small, embarrassed laugh. "It should only take about ten seconds, the way I feel."

Without replying, Laura gently pushed her down onto her back. Often it seemed to her that she was spending most of her time trying to persuade some gorgeous creature to let her do this. She had even spent a lot of time trying to persuade Sholandra, long ago. It gave her a great thrill to be asked to do it.

And Sholandra had a delicious, perfectly-proportioned body, a beautiful warm-molasses colored body that Laura now kissed everywhere, exploring and enjoying every inch of it on her way down to fulfill Sholandra’s request. She didn’t want to hurry it. Both of them were so sexually aroused that she knew Sholandra was right. Only a few strokes of the tongue against her swollen clit would make her explode. But Laura wanted to prolong it, and she knew just how to do it.

"Mmm, I don’t want it to take only ten seconds," she murmured, now caressing Sholandra’s naked, undulating body with all her skill. "I am going to remind you of the first time."

"Ohhhnnnn . . . yes! Oh, it feels so good!" Sholandra moaned, twisting and biting her lower lip, cupping her own delectable breasts in her hands and squeezing them.

Compared to some of the exquisitely shaped cunts that Laura had devoted her attentions to, Sholandra’s was only average, a smallish seam enclosed by dark, unexceptional flaps. But her clit was big, a thick nubbin that was now swollen to twice its normal size, glossy and, Laura knew, throbbing, pulsing, tumid with need. Carefully, she opened Sholandra’s cuntlips with her finger and began to lick the girl’s hot, glistening pit slowly, well aware that the slightest misadventure would make Sholandra come in a fierce, clenching spasm.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Sholandra whimpered, now driven crazy with need by Laura’s clever tongue. "Unngghh! Oh god!"

Her warm, tangy juices began to flood Laura’s tongue, one of the things that aroused Laura wildly, and Laura had a hard time controlling her urge to ravish this lovely, flooding pussy aggressively, making Sholandra come quickly and violently, so that she too would get to come. But she managed to slow them both down by kissing the smooth, velvety insides of Sholandra’s delicious thighs, teasing the girl almost satanically by inching her lips closer and closer to the inflamed crotch flower, making Sholandra gasp and shudder from a pent-up excess of lust.

And even now she had not yet touched the swollen, purplish marble of Sholandra’s erect clit with her tongue or her lips. But she knew neither of them could keep this up for long. Sholandra was going mad from need, and Laura herself was on fire. Her eyes kept drifting up to the girl’s contorted face, and to Sholandra’s fingers, busily pinching and twisting her plump black nipples as she writhing and moaned in a terrible fit of sexual need, pumping and gyrating her pelvis, pushing her pussy up into Laura’s eager mouth.

"Oh . . . you want to come for me, don’t you," Laura purred, slithering the tip of her tongue into the folds and crevices of Sholandra’s shiny wet cunt.

"Oh! Oh yes! Oh . . . Laura . . . yes, do it harder, please! I . . . oh, I’m so close! Oh please . . . Laura! Ungghhh!"

Laura absolutely loved reducing a beautiful woman to complete helplessness. Sholandra was totally hers now, desperate for release, her lovely brown body undulating and flexing, her lovely face grimacing with sexual tension. Her eyes implored Laura. Her hands clawed at her own small breasts and stiff, pointing nipples. Her breathing was labored and scratchy, and her clit seemed to swell up even further.

Now Laura was ready to attack it. She let her tongue ascend up the inflamed, oozing trench of Sholandra’s open pussy until the broad, flat middle of it drew across the bulging little ball of nerves, continuing until the tip of her tongue only was touching it. This entire tongue motion was nearly enough to make Sholandra come without another touch.

"Annngghhh!" she groaned, her pelvis shuddering wildly as Laura’s tongue came to a stop.

"Oh, you like that?" Laura murmured.

"Oh, god, yes!"

"Honey, I guess you are pretty close."

Sholandra was speechless, quivering and mewling hysterically, begging Laura with her eyes. But Laura had already given in. She pressed the flat of her tongue to Sholandra’s throbbing clit again, then sucked the entire spongy little ball into her mouth. Sholandra came seconds later, a fierce, explosive climax that buckled her body and almost flung both of them off Laura’s bed.

"Aunnggh! Ohhnggnnmiiieeee!" she cried out, flipping, surging, her hips bucking frantically as each killing spasm wrenched her.

Laura knew it was an extravagant, loud climax, but she purposely ignored the effect it might have on Jane or Kendra upstairs. Sholandra’s orgasm was so overpowering that Laura wanted them both to enjoy every last aspect of it, including Sholandra’s helpless cries of ecstacy, which thrilled Laura to the quick every time she heard them. Just the sight of the lovely girl writhing and coming in her own bed, completely destroyed by a sweet, shocking rapture, was nearly enough to make Laura come too.

But she didn’t want to destroy the rhythm of the moment. Gently, she continued to lick Sholandra’s pussy until the orgasm and its several aftershocks faded. Then she slid up to kiss her. Sholandra made a face.

"You always kissing me when you got pussy juice on your lips," she said, half-joking but still serious. "My pussy juice. Ugh!"

"I love your pussy juice," Laura said.

"Rather taste yours," Sholandra said, eyes widening, flaring with renewed sexual promise.

Laura smiled, welcoming this invitation, lying back and surrendering her body. She was very overwrought from what had just occurred and knew she too would come in a flash. Sholandra was not, Laura remembered, a subtle or tender lover. She went for the money, not using her fingers because of her long nails, but employing her mouth like a mechanized suction device, devouring Laura’s aching pussy so hungrily that it took under a minute for Laura to come.

It was a thrilling, exuberant orgasm, filling her entire body with raging honeyfire, an emotional as well as physical climax since she and Sholandra had had a troubled relationship, especially during the past year. The sex between them now was relaxed and warm, without any unnecessary emotional baggage, as if they had learned to live with each other’s weaknesses and the specter of other lovers. Laura did, however, turn her head at the last instant and moan, fiercely, into the pillow, fearing that more than one ecstatic scream was really pushing it, as far as the neighbors were concerned.

After this, they cooed and cuddled. "I want to sixty-nine with you," Sholandra said. "I hate doing it with guys, but I like doing it with you."

"How about with Rhonda?" Laura said, half-teasing, half-jealous.

"She goes out of her way to avoid me now, you know. But she ain’t bopping that skinny model any more. Don’t know what happened. Got dumped, I guess. I saw her crying, but she hated me for seeing it, so she don’t give me the time of day any more."

Laura was relieved to know, at least, that Sholandra, who seemed to know everything else, didn’t know about her own involvement with Stevie Archer and the notorious video tape. "I mean, did you like to do it with her," she prompted. "Sixty-nine."

Sholandra looked at her nervously, reluctant to go on. "Don’t take it personal, Laura, but she’s kind of good at it. That woman loves pussy almost as much as you do. Once we sixty-nined each other four times in a row. Couldn’t get enough. She likes it."

Laura tried not to be jealous. "Why don’t you like doing it with a guy?"

"Two reasons. They squirt it in your face. Dudes really like to squirt it in your face. That stuff really stings if you get it in your eye. And two, I can’t really enjoy it myself because that big old thing is poking me in the face all the time while I’m getting all excited down there. With a girl you just . . . lick and come and lick and come."

Laura laughed softly. "Let’s lick and come," she whispered. "I like to lick and come with you."

In seconds they were in position, with Laura on top, her head between Sholandra’s thighs, Sholandra’s between hers. They began slowly but quickly heated up. Both were only moments away from another orgasm when somebody started ringing Laura’s downstairs doorbell insistently.

Who the fuck is that? Laura thought. She knew Sholandra thought it was another girlfriend, trying to get Laura’s attention. They tried to ignore it, but the person would not go away or stop.

"Shit!" Laura said. "Why don’t they stop?"

Then suddenly, Sholandra rolled over, pushing Laura off. She sat up. "It’s Danny. I told him to meet me here. I forgot. Sorry."

Laura frowned. "Meet you here? Are you sure you didn’t have something in mind?"

Sholandra equivocated, looking down. "Well . . . I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind. Not if we did something together first."

Laura shrugged. "Should we invite him up?"

Sholandra gave her one of her coyest, most flirtatious, devastating smiles. "Why not?"