[Yvette]

 

 

Makeeda woke up Laura out of a sound sleep, calling in the wee hours from Columbus, Ohio, where she was appearing for three nights in a cabaret.  "Oh god, I'm sorry to wake you up."

"It's okay," Laura said groggily.

The cats stirred lazily at her feet, resenting being awakened more than she did.  Makeeda's voice always made her whole being light up.

"I love you, Laura."

"I . . . love you too.  You know that."  Her only hesitation was from sleepiness.

"I hate this place."

"Is it not going well?"

"It's great.  They love me."  Makeeda paused, apparently feeling very awkward.  "Diane came into the club tonight."

At first Laura was disoriented.  Who was this Diane?  Should she know?  Then, in a flash, through her grogginess, she remembered.  Makeeda's ex-lover.  The one who had owned this house—this very house in which she was sleeping—together with Makeeda; the one Makeeda had bought out when they split.  The one who had made her darling seem so stricken with sorrow and loss when they had first met.  Diane.  An important person in Makeeda's life.  Before me, she thought.  She still feels it.

"I . . . that must've been . . ." she stammered.  "Uncomfortable for you."

"Yes."

"Does she live there?"

"Her parents live here.  She's visiting them.  She found out I was appearing." 

Laura had put away most of her petty jealousies, though she felt them trying to get out of the box right about now.  She could hardly be jealous of Diane, no matter what had transpired, when she herself had slept with Sara twice during Makeeda's absences.  Or rather, she could be, but it wouldn't be right.

She wondered if Makeeda wanted to do what she had done.  Or whether she had already done it and was calling to allay her feelings of guilt, perhaps to confess, perhaps only to flirt with the idea of confessing.  But that was silly.  Neither had a need to confess.  I forgive you, Laura thought, trying to propel that notion across the phone lines to Makeeda.  Don't worry.  I don't begrudge you an orgasm with an old friend.  An old lover.  Even if you two were once as close as we now are.

But Laura knew, and she knew Makeeda knew, that she could not be so generous.  She could feel curdling in her stomach.  Makeeda might sleep with someone else casually, as Laura did, but there would obviously be a whole lot more than mere sex packed into an evening in bed with Diane.  Again, the thought of Sara needled her.  Fucking with Sara was not like fucking with anybody else, even with Deshona, or with Nyomi.  It was piercing, it was wrenching.  It was, in its bittersweet way, beautiful.  It would be the same for Makeeda with Diane.

"Don't worry, I didn't go to bed with her, if that's what you're thinking," Makeeda was saying on the other end of the line.

These words broke through Laura's abstracted reveries.  "Whatever gave you that idea?" she said, shaking herself awake.

Again the cats looked up at her in the near-darkness.  Only a thin film of light from the streetlights outside the house filtered through the drapes into the bedroom.  "Because I know you," Makeeda said softly, after a pause. 

Laura sighed.  "You do.  You really do."

"She and I talked.  We were pleasant.  She said you're lucky to have me.  I showed her my ring."

"But it troubled you enough to call me."

"Yep.  I actually wanted to run home and dive into bed with you and fuck ourselves silly until the sun comes up.  Then I remembered I'm in Columbus.  So, I called.  Hope you don't mind."

Now a warm, delicious feeling spread through Laura.  She smiled.  "I love you, you crazy girl," she murmured.  "Come home to me.  I'll be waiting."

"Remember, I have to go to Boca Raton first.  The corporate party.  Remember?  I won't be home until next Tuesday."

Laura sighed again.  They spent a few more intimate moments, and then hung up. 

In the morning, still with lovely thoughts of Makeeda spinning in her head, she got the shock of running into Yvette Farmer in a meeting.  She had not seen Yvette for—she quickly made a rough computation in her head—about two years.  And god, is she ever gorgeous! she thought, as she noticed Yvette sitting in the back of the room.  She's lovelier now than she ever was.  Yvette smiled demurely at her and nodded.

They had seen nothing of each other since the company had opened a small satellite office in Silicon Valley, and Rhonda had sent Yvette down there to run it, the promotion that Yvette had been angling for from the start.  Only she had not anticipated that it would send her to Mountain View permanently. 

Things had grown way too complicated at work for Laura, who had been glad to back off and quit involving herself with women there, after Randi had moved back to North Carolina and the Stevie business with Rhonda had dissipated.  Yvette, Laura had learned from the gossip grapevine, had divorced her odious husband Arthur, moved down to Mountain View with her young daughter, and as far as Laura knew kept up her relationship with Rhonda but in a more discreet, long-distance way.  Laura knew nothing more about it.

She found it very hard during the meeting not to turn around frequently to look at her.  After all, they had shared some of the more torrid moments of either's sex life, fucking in vacant offices, tearing each other's clothes in their haste to get naked, devouring each other heatedly.  They had been 'in love' in that first high flame of sexual discovery and lesbian infatuation, when they had both realized that they would rather fuck each other with desperate, wanton, reckless hunger than have anything to do with anyone else.  Anything that hot was bound to cool down eventually, and Yvette's workplace ambition coupled with Laura's unquenchable desire for other women, including Yvette's younger sister Chanitra, had finally provided more strain on their relationship than it could possibly bear.

But the spark was still there, Laura knew well.  At least it was on her side, as she tried to focus on the meeting but kept wanting to look at Yvette.  She squirmed; she took notes; she twisted in her chair;  she tried to look at over her shoulder but stopped midway, embarrassed to think she was being obvious.  Yvette had always worn long, flowery dresses that often stretched halfway down her calves, concealing legs that would make people gasp if they could see them, and today she was wearing one as well.  Her smooth black skin was very dark, and Laura could well remember brushing it fanatically with her lips, especially the secret places of her body that were now concealed.

She had long black hair, small high breasts, and a lovely though not spectacularly beautiful face, with wonderfully sensual lips and flashing dark brown eyes.  She caught Laura looking and smiled.  Laura smiled back.  Remember? . . . Laura's eyes said.  Remember how we used to . . . ?

Yvette looked away, as if blushing.  She does remember! Laura thought.  Of course she does.  How could anyone forget? 

After the meeting they met gingerly in the hallway, though Rhonda was not present to make either one of them self-conscious.  She was away in Boston negotiating some sort of deal.  Laura knew that Rhonda's presence would have more direct effect on Yvette than on her since Rhonda and Yvette were still apparently lovers; or at least Laura had heard nothing to the contrary.

"God, you look great!" she said to Yvette, clearly meaning every word, and also letting a little sexual overtone into her voice, as if to say: And I sure would like to you-know-what.

"You do too," Yvette said, again seeming uncharacteristically demure. 

"I . . . can't take my eyes off you.  Just like . . . old times," Laura almost purred.  You remember 'old times,' don't you?  Those times when I slithered my tongue way up inside your beautiful pussy?

"You got plans for lunch?" Yvette said, purposely abrupt, as if to derail Laura's innuendoes.

"I do if they include you."

"I can only grab a quick bite.  I have to get back down to the office by one-thirty."  She looked at her watch.

"That's too bad.  I was hoping for a little . . . oh, I don't know, reminiscing?  Catching up?  Gosh, we haven't seen one another in ages."

Yvette appeared to be making a swift, secret calculation in her head, her eyes briefly abstracted.  "I've got an idea.  There was a proposal I was supposed to bring to the meeting today but forgot.  You could drive down to Mountain View and pick it up.   Then we could have lunch down there.  We wouldn't have to rush.  What does your afternoon look like?"

Laura checked her Day Planner.  "I can do it.  I've never been to your new office anyway.  It'll be fun to see it."

Both of them tried to pretend that they had no other motives while Yvette wrote down the address and directions to the Mountain View office.  Laura tried to pretend she was not completely aroused by the sweet, familiar odor of Yvette's body as she leaned close, detecting it even through the wispy fragrance of the perfume Yvette was wearing.  Oh god, I'm getting wet! she realized.  Right here, outside the conference room!

She squeezed her thighs together and tried to get control of herself, wondering if Yvette were feeling the same.  Yvette had become skilled over the years at concealing her sexual feelings in public, but Laura, knowing her well, thought she could detect a slight tremor of excitement in the way she pursed her fantastically sensual lips.

"Okay, then," Yvette said, giving Laura an ambiguous smile as she re-pocketed her pen.  "See you there in about twenty-thirty minutes.  I know a close-by restaurant where we can go."

Laura smiled.  Or, we could just get a hotel room.  Like we did once.  Remember?  I think the housekeeping staff wanted to have us arrested.  A hot lesbian squeal-fuck in the middle of the day was more than they could handle.  She was still smiling as Yvette got into the elevator.

But halfway to Mountain View, her cell phone rang.  Since it was now illegal in California to talk on the phone while driving, she pulled over to the side of the freeway to answer it.

"Laura?"

"Yes, Yvette."

"I had second thoughts."

Laura's heart fell, swooped low.  "Oh.  What."

"Let's just skip the office.  We . . . well, you know.  Let's go to my house.  It's only a little farther.  In Sunnyvale.  My daughter Caroline is staying with her father for a few days.  We can . . . you know, like you said.  Reminisce?"

Oh god!  Laura could feel her heart bounce up again so high that it nearly gagged her.  A hot, rapid pulse beat in her throat.  "Yes," she said, trying to remain calm.  "Give me the address."

Yvette told Laura where to exit the freeway.  She would be waiting for her there, and Laura could follow her the rest of the way.  It took only fifteen minutes.

"Gosh, it's like playing hooky or something," Laura said as they entered Yvette's house, a neat suburban rancher in a sleepy, sunny, leafy neighborhood.

"I wouldn't do it if Rhonda were in town.  She might call or something."  Yvette appeared to be nervous.

Well, why not? Laura thought.  So am I.  It's been so long since we rubbed our flesh together, we're like strangers.  In a way, that's wildly exciting.  She looks so delicious.  Those long, flowery dresses of hers just send me around the bend.  If I'd never seen her before I'd want to fuck her ears off. 

"She doesn't own you, does she?" she asked Yvette in a rather testy tone.

Yvette frowned.  "Certainly not!  I hope you're not implying I got this job because I . . . you know . . . have been intimate with her."

Laura laughed.  Did she want to go down that road?  No.  "I can remember when we couldn't keep our hands off each other when we were alone."

Yvette returned a sheepish grin.  "Me too."

"'Been intimate with her'?" Laura teased.  "Is that anything like fucking your brains out with her?"

"Don't be nasty."  Yvette dropped her bag on a chair and came closer to Laura.  "You used to do it."

"I still do it," Laura continued teasing her.  "Only not with you."

Yvette's head tilted to the side in a kind of flirtatious gesture.  "We could remedy that."

Laura too came nearer, so that now they were close enough to feel each other's breath.  "I thought that was why we came here," she murmured softly, her eyelids growing heavy, her eyes falling to Yvette's wildly alluring mouth.

"I've missed you, Laura.  There's no one like Laura.  You were my first."

Laura raised two fingers to Yvette's amazingly soft black cheek and ran her fingertips down it.  "I love your skin," she whispered.  "In the meeting, I just wanted to come back and sit next to you and . . . do this."

"Can't get enough of us darkies, eh Laura?" Yvette teased softly, but not in a hostile tone. 

"Go ahead and be mean to me, if you want.  I only makes me want you more."

"Maybe I should tie you up and pinch you all over until you beg me to stop."

Laura shivered.  "Mmmm, I think I would probably come in ten seconds."

"You remember when you did it to me?  Tied me up, I mean.  Not pinching."

"How could I ever forget it.  You came in about ten seconds."

"If you don't kiss me, I'm going to kick you out," Yvette whispered, drawing even closer.

Without further words, Laura took Yvette's face in both hands and kissed her ravenously, stabbing her tongue deep, raping her mouth, kissing her with feverish lust in a way they had always done in the past.  Yvette, at first taken by surprise, soon began kissing back, encircling Laura with her arms and digging her fingers into Laura's ass through her skirt as her teeth clashed against Laura's and her wild tongue danced with Laura's in and out of their mouths.

"Unhhh . . . uhn . . . unh!" she panted, gasping as Laura continued raping her mouth.

"Ungghh!  Oh . . . ungghh!" Laura panted too, dropping her hands to Yvette's waist and crushing her body to her. 

Finally, they came apart, both gasping and panting uncontrollably, breaking the kiss off as if both were aware that a few more seconds of it might end in a fatal flare up, a dangerous conflagration.  They looked at each other, astonished.  Laura broke into a grin.

"I guess we needed that," she said, in a hushed, awed voice.

"I need a lot more than that," Yvette said, her dark eyes flashing.  "Come with me."

She led Laura to the master bedroom in the back of the house.  They began kissing again by the bed, but this time more patiently, though even more ardently, as if sweet, remembered affection were now mixing into the wholesale passion of the living room kiss.  In the midst of caressing Yvette's wonderful face and her smooth black cheeks, Laura found Yvette gently grabbing her hand, looking at the gold ring on her finger.

"You aren't married to a man," she said, stone-faced.  "You're one of those City Hall lesbos, aren't you.  Tears and flowers.  Who married you, the Mayor himself?"

"Actually . . . we married ourselves," Laura murmured.  "We never got around to going there.  She travels a lot.  We'll get to City Hall eventually.  If the bastards and the Mormons don't make it illegal first."

Yvette pursed her lips, fantastic lips, lips Laura wanted to crush again with her own.  "Lucky girl, to have Laura fucking her every night."

"I told you, she travels.  She's a singer.  She appears in clubs, at concerts.  I don't get to see her enough."

"I'm going to get jealous if you keep talking about her.  I thought you wanted me."

Laura clutched her close again.  "Nobody ever wanted you as much as I do.  What happened to that prick Arthur?"

Yvette pulled gently away and began tugging the bedspread down to the foot of the bed.  "We've been divorced for over a year.  He found out about Rhonda.  Even tried to get Caroline away from me in a custody battle.  A girl shouldn't have a lesbian for a mother."  She grinned broadly.  "The judge is a lesbian and has three kids.  She laughed  him out of the courtroom."

Laura helped her with the bed covers.  The suddenly naked sheet made it seem very clear to both what they were about to do.  While Yvette was slightly bent forward, Laura nimbly unzipped the long zipper on the back of her flowery dress.

"I love these dresses you wear," she murmured.  "They make what's under them so alluring."

Yvette smiled back over her shoulder.  "You are as much of a lecher as ever, I see."

Laura bent and kissed the delicious, smooth, black skin of her long back, moving her lips up and down the shallow groove of her spine.  "There must be tons of people lusting after you, you gorgeous creature.  You're not going to tell me it's only Rhonda."

Yvette straightened up and turned, her dress now loosely draped over her shoulders but ready to come off at any slight movement.  "I met a couple of women in a couple of Silicon Valley companies.  We get together now and then.  Rhonda probably suspects, but she doesn't say anything."  She looked meaningfully down at Laura's ring.  "We're not married."

"Oh good, then it's not adultery," Laura said with a straight face to emphasize her satirical twist.

Yvette slowly sloughed off the dress, letting the sleeves slide down her long, shapely, dark arms.  "Not for me, it isn't."

She wore stark white underwear, as Laura remembered she always had.  But it was not simple Wal-Mart style bra and undies, like Bonnie wore, for example, but instead lacy and sexily cut and would get your blood racing even faster than it was already going, Laura thought, staring at Yvette's beautiful black body, enhanced by the flimsy white fabric concealing her breasts and her crotch.

"You are a vision," she said in a hushed voice.  "No wonder I wanted you from the start."

"You seduced me," Yvette smiled sexily.  "Remember?"

"I remember everything," Laura said, slowly unbuttoning her own blouse behind her back. 

Yvette sidled forward in a kittenish approach, helping Laura with the buttons.  "I have some rope in the garage," she murmured softly, her dark brown eyes throbbing.  "I bought it to use in tying the Christmas tree to the roof of the car, but then I went and bought an artificial tree anyway.  So, I've never used it."  She paused for a significant interval, staring at Laura.  "I could get it."

Laura could not prevent her eyes from rolling up in sexual excitement, though she quickly regained control.  "Oh Jesus, you really mean it, don't you."

Yvette gave her a sly smile.  She peeled off Laura's silk blouse.  "What do you think?"

Laura smiled back.  "I think you do, you pervert."

"Who taught me?" Yvette said, turning away with a coquettish glance back over her shoulder.  "Well?  Shall I get it?"

Laura reached out with one hand and touched her gleaming black shoulder.  "You better do it before you take any more of this off," she almost whispered.  "Once you do, I can't guarantee my self-restraint."

Yvette batted her eyelashes, a gesture that was both satirical and sexy at the same time.  "Goodness, as long as we're talking about restraint, maybe I ought to get the handcuffs too."

Laura's eyes widened with shock.  "Don't tell me you and Rhonda . . ."

Yvette grinned and shook her head.  "Not Rhonda.  You know her, Mrs. Prudie if there ever was one.  She doesn't hesitate to tell you you're a head case, though.  But one of my Silicon Valley girls is a latex and leather and fuck-me-everywhere-and-in-every-hole kind of girl.  She's even kinkier than you are, if that's possible."

"Oh, it's possible all right," Laura said, watching her disappear down the hallway, presumably on her way to the garage to retrieve these goodies.

She sat on the edge of the bed and recalled how Rhonda had passed Earlene on to her when it became clear how truly and deeply sado-masochistic Earlene's desires actually were.  And I really went down to the depths with Earlene, she remembered.  I had to fight and claw my way back.  But sweet Yvette?  I mean, I know a little rope bondage really got her going, but I didn't think it would go any farther than that.

Her reveries were interrupted by Yvette's return.  She was carrying a cardboard box.  "I keep it in the garage . . . so Caroline won't find out how nasty her mommy is in private.  With the right person, that is," she said, giving Laura a piercing, sardonic smile.

She set the box down on a chair by the dressing table and took out the rope, still coiled and packaged as bought.  "So," Laura said, staring pointedly at the rope.  "If your friend is so kinky, why haven't you used the rope yet?"

"Are you kidding?  You think I'd let her tie me up?  That girl is evil, Laura.  Rope isn't hard enough for her.  She has chains.  Spikes.  A nasty whip with little balled-up stingy knots of leather on the end.  God, it hurts."

Laura smirked.  "You let her whip you but won't let her tie you up?"

"She whipped my ass once with that thing.  I drew the line there.  I couldn't sit down for three days."

"Mmmm," Laura grinned salaciously.  "But I bet you came hard when she fucked you afterwards."

Yvette smiled demurely.  "You're terrible."

"But you trust me to tie you up?"

"You and I have done it before.  Of course I trust you.  In fact, I think of it all the time."

"Mmmmm, came hard then, too.  Didn't you."

"Oh god, yes."

Laura could not keep from embracing her, kissing her ravenously again.  They were both still in their underwear, but lots of their bodies touched now, enough to inflame them completely.

"It's been so long," Laura panted.  "I don't know if I can go slowly enough to use the rope.  Why don't we try to eat one another alive first, then do the rope thing later?"

Yvette played coy, twisting away.  "Actually, I was thinking of just the reverse.  My first orgasm is always the most intense.  If you do it with the rope, like before, I think I might even shatter into a thousand pieces."  Again, she shivered, a sharp, surprising spasm.  "I've thought of it so many times."

"Mmmmm," Laura drew her close again, now fiddling behind Yvette's back with her bra clasp while kissing her smooth black shoulder.  "You should've given me a call."

"I . . . though you were through with me," Yvette confessed, seeming embarrassed by it.

Her bra, now unfastened, came loose in Laura's hands.  "How could I ever be through with you?  I thought you were deeply involved with Rhonda and had no use for me any more."  This was, at least, one possible version of their estrangement.

She slid the bra straps down Yvette's long arms and tossed the garment across the room toward the closet.  Yvette's breasts were among the most superlative beauties she had ever seen.  She remembered having seen them for the first time, years ago, and having craved to devour them.

"You have two of the most beautiful breasts nature ever made," she murmured, cupping the small, round globes in her palms and gently rubbing Yvette's swelling, thick black nipples with her thumbs. 

Yvette smirked, happy to be praised.  "They are pretty, aren't they."  She looked down at her exquisite breasts cradled in Laura's palms.  "Everybody loves them."

Laura was already licking her, licking her neck, her shoulderblade, her throat, dropping her mouth to one exquisite breast and licking the gleaming black nipple before sucking it between her lips.

"Oh!" Yvette gave a small yelp.

Laura sucked, then sucked harder.

"Unngghh!" Yvette yelped again, pulling back.  "No!  The rope first.  Please!"

"Oh . . . you want to tell me how to do my business?" Laura teased her.  "You want to direct the movie?"

"I'm just afraid . . . that once you get going, we'll both get so hungry we can't stop."

Laura was already removing the rope from its packaging.  It was thick, bristly hemp, not the smoother nylon rope she knew Yvette could have chosen.  Did she know someone was going to be tying up these scrumptious breasts with this scratchy, nasty rope? Laura wondered.  Could she possibly have guessed it would be me?

"My darling, I'm so hungry for you already that I want to eat you alive," she smiled, uncoiling the rope, stretching and straightening it out. 

"I love it when you say that," Yvette said, staring at her starkly, as if fierce, savage sex was about to break out, fiercer than she had known in years.  "Nobody talks to me like that but you."

Laura raised one eyebrow.  "Even Ms. Sado Masochism chain-and-gag-me-and-shove-it-up-my-ass?"

Yvette shook her head.  "Even her.  She just calls me a black cunt or a filthy nigger."

Laura frowned.  "How distasteful.  I could never do that."

"You know, I hate to say it gets me wet.  But it does."

"Come here, my darling.  Laura knows how to get you wetter."

Yvette sat on the edge of the bed, watching, eyes down following Laura's fingers, as Laura carefully looped the coils of hemp around one small, perfect breast, then the other, taking care to pull the loops just tight enough to make Yvette's breasts swell and her thick black nipples bulge, but not so tight that they would soon become numb. 

She could hear Yvette's breathing accelerate and see the throbbing grow in her dark eyes.  "I want to suck them until you come," Laura whispered, brushing her lips across Yvette's smooth black forehead, which was already glowing from a thin film of sweat that had appeared there as a result of her sexual excitement.

"Not . . . yet . . ." Yvette said in a thick, soft voice, looking up.  "Do the rest."

"The rest?"

"You know.  My pussy too."

Laura's tongue trailed down her cheek to her jaw, then up to her full lips.  "My love, I want to get inside that pussy.  I don't want anything blocking my way."

"You did it before," Yvette panted softly, her eyes blazing now.  "You know.  Make the rope go on the sides, so you can get it the middle.  Are you going to fuck me?  While I'm tied up like this?"

"Oh, angel," Laura panted to her, now getting sharply aroused herself, "I am going to fuck you so hard you scream and beg."

"You better put that gag on me," Yvette said, nodding toward the box.

And suddenly, without really planning it, Laura found herself plunged again into the raw turbulence and seething excitement of sexual practices she had abandoned long ago and revisited only sporadically since then.  With Marie.  In milder forms with Makeeda, with dear, shockingly lecherous Demetra, Sara's wildly horny sister.  But the mention of the gag meant that things were going to get serious here, screaming serious.

She also found herself wondering how Yvette could remember so far back the precise operations Laura had performed in tying her up.  Maybe she's confusing me with Miz S and M, she thought.  She glanced over at Yvette's treasure box and her eyes quickly fell on the ball gag, a red ball with a black leather strap.  While retrieving it she also came upon a blue plastic strap-on dildo-and-harness, which she also took.

A couple of strokes with this and we'll both probably explode, she smiled.  Yvette's eyes flared with even more inflamed sexual excitement as Laura returned to the bed, holding these implements.  "Yes!" she said.  "Hurry!  God, I'm getting so excited.  I'm trembling.  Look."

She held out one long, dark, shapely arm, and Laura could see her flesh literally quivering.  She smiled, taking Yvette's long arm in both hands and running her mouth along it, up to her gleaming black shoulder.  "You know I want to lick that beautiful pussy before I do anything else to it," she purred softly, letting Yvette see the full extent of her desire in her heavily lidded eyes.

It was true.  Yvette had been one of her first female sex partners, after Karen and Rina, and though Laura had devoured many amazingly beautiful vaginas since then she could still remember her thrill at seeing and making love to Yvette's exquisite quim for the first time.  It was a long-lipped black flower with a fiery hot pink interior and a largish bulbous clit at the top, not a clit like Randi's huge prodigy, but pretty big nevertheless, and wildly tempting when it got thick and engorged with blood.  Laura wanted it.  This reverie made her want it more than ever.

But Yvette shook her head, frantically.  "You can't lick my pussy.  I'll come.  I told you.  God, I'm already so excited and aroused!  I think I'll come the second you get inside me."

Laura had let the ends of the rope go in her preoccupation with stroking and kneading Yvette's smooth, naked black body, everywhere she could get her hands on it.  "You are so lovely," she panted into Yvette's neck.  "How could you keep this body from me for all this time?"

"Do my pussy," Yvette panted.  "You know . . . the rope on each side, so it makes it really tight.  Then fuck me.  God, Laura, hurry!  Please!"

Though kissing and stroking her sensually this way was making Laura's own blood gush and sizzle through her body, making her hungrier by the second, she knew she was being outpaced by Yvette's need, which was getting out of control.  As quickly as she could without hurting her, she again took the ends of the rope and drew them down and through Yvette's crotch, taking care to place one strand of rope on each side of Yvette's incredibly beautiful pussy, now puffy and oozing with fuck juices, wet on the outside as well as the inside, the long sinuous black lips swelling as she drew the strands tighter.

This also made the large berry of Yvette's clit bulge out from under its sheltering hood, and it was all Laura could do not to drop her mouth to it immediately.  But no . . . no.  She had to control herself.  Yvette by now was panting rapidly, and even mewling excitedly from time to time as she watched Laura's hands with the rope.  Laura drew it up behind Yvette's back, over one shoulder, then pulled the loose strands down under the thick knot she had already tied between Yvette's small, half-strangled breasts. 

This was the configuration Yvette had remembered and craved so insistently to have repeated.  Now a determined tug on the rope strands in Laura's hand would pull up on her imprisoned breasts while at the same time the strands of rope in her crotch would pinch her pussy tighter around the dildo Laura would be driving into her.  The whole thing was guaranteed to deliver a killer of an orgasm.  It had never failed in Laura's experience, and she knew Yvette was almost coming already in anticipation of the coup de grace. 

She smiled and kissed Yvette once again, purring softly.  "You ready, my darling?  For your first, best explosion?"

"God . . . Laura, hurry!" Yvette panted.  "I can't stand it."

"Open wide," Laura continued smiling, placing the red ball in Yvette's mouth and fastening the Velcro of the black strap behind her head.

Now she could detect an extra flavor of hot, excited sexual panic in Yvette's dark eyes.  Even though both knew nothing unexpected would happen here, there was always a squirt of danger when the gag went into place, and Laura could feel them both relishing it.  Next she carefully handcuffed Yvette's wrists to one corner of the brass headrail of the bed.  Yvette's long, slender black body was now extended diagonally across the white sheet, a masterpiece of desirable flesh, though trussed and entrapped by the nylon rope, her small, perfect breasts throttled and popping, shiny, her black nipples swollen and gleaming, her dark pussy lips also squeezed and bulging between the stark white strands of the rope.

She was a vision.  Laura wanted to fall on her and ravish her hungrily, but she knew she had to keep her part of the bargain.  The strap-on was what Yvette wanted, and the strap-on was what she would get.  Poor thing, fucking with Rhonda all these years!  Having sedate, even routine sex, when what she wanted was this: Kink City.  She might not want to go as far as her BDSM girl friend, the one with the knotted whip, but she certainly got all in a froth and frenzy when you tied up her pretty little breasts and her exquisitely beautiful pussy and agreed to fuck her silly.

While indulging herself in these thoughts, Laura was quickly fastening the strap-on into place and tightening the straps.  We are going to have a fast and furious ride, she realized.  This girl isn't going to last very long.  Look how she is writhing and shaking already.

Yvette was impossibly desirable, squirming, arching her back, spreading her sleek black thighs, beckoning Laura with her eyes, eyes that said: Do it to me, quick, hard, do it fast, do it hard, oh please oh please!

Laura climbed onto the bed and knee-walked the mattress until she was between Yvette's spread legs, long legs, gorgeous, beautifully-shaped legs, all glossy and smooth and deliciously black against the taut white sheet.  Before penetrating her with the shiny, bright blue dildo, she reached forward and grasped the two strands of rope that were dangling above the knot between Yvette's strangled breasts.  Yvette's large black nipples were swollen and gleaming and popping, and Laura wanted so badly to suck and swallow them that she could almost not bear the desire, and yet she again held off, knowing it would prematurely bring things to their cataclysmic conclusion.

A few sharp, upward tugs on the rope, coupled with some hard thrusts of the blue dildo into her sweet, tight pussy, would send Yvette into delirious paroxysms of coming, and Laura knew that simply grasping it in her hand would be enough almost to send Yvette over the top.  She began talking to her, cooing and murmuring to her.

"Mmmm, does beautiful Yvette want Laura to fuck her sweet pussy until she comes unbelievably?" she murmured into her ear, kissing her smooth cheek, her shoulder, lowering her mouth to Yvette's strangled breasts but not yet touching them with her lips, teasing, teasing. 

Yvette squirmed wildly and whimpered into the ball in her mouth, her dark eyes desperate with need.  "Nnmmgggeeee!"

Laura's tongue snaked out and stabbed one of Yvette's distended black nipples.  "Mmmmm, and does she want me to suck these beauties and make them throb and hurt?"

Again Yvette squirmed wildly, nodding her head and squealing into the ball gag.  "Mnnnggeee!  Nggeee!  Nggeee!"

She began churning her pelvis, up-tilting her crotch, as if to offer her hungry slit to Laura, as if begging to feel the thick shaft of the dildo entering her.  With her fingers, Laura parted the tightly squeezed, swollen lips of Yvette's pussy and lodged the large head of the dildo in the wet, dark pink groove. Slowly, scrutinizing Yvette's face as she did so, she slid the shaft into Yvette's very wet trench, not stopping until it was completely inside.

Yvette's eyes rolled up.  "Unnngghhmmmm!" she grunted softly into the gag.

Laura's tongue was still just inches from her nipples, and she began to lick and then suck them now, first one, then the other, unable to deprive herself any longer.  Yvette's tied up, throttled, bulging, bursting breasts and swollen, gleaming black nipples were so perversely desirable that sucking them sharply was all Laura could think about.  And yet, as she licked and soft-sucked them passionately, she could already feel Yvette's straining body beginning to shake and quiver, and she knew that her climax was near.  It would take very little to bring it on.

Laura was still slowly and relentlessly pushing the strap-on dildo in and out of Yvette's tight little pussy, holding the base of it with the thumb and fingers of one hand to make sure it did not slip out, though the strands of rope on either side of Yvette's cunt lips pinched it so tightly that such a misadventure was very unlikely.  Yvette's eyes burned.  She twisted and whimpered and mewled and then writhed more desperately, pumping excitedly back at Laura's slow thrusts, trying to get Laura to accelerate the pace, to fuck her more violently.

"Oh . . . you want it, don't you?" Laura panted to her, gyrating her own hips now more forcefully.  "You really want it."

"Mmmmnngggg!" Yvette half-growled into the gag, now churning frantically. 

Her half-demented eyes dropped to the strands of rope in Laura's hand, which Laura had yet to yank.  She wanted it, she wanted the whole thing, and Laura could delay no longer.  One yank on the rope would squeeze her already strangled breasts more tightly, lifting them, and simultaneously tighten the rope strands now squeezing her pussy too, making them bite into her groin, and a fearsome sexual explosion could not be far behind. 

"You want  it . . . you want it?" Laura teased her, goaded her, tempted her.

"Mnnnggeeee!" Yvette squealed, nodding her head frantically, churning her hips, pushing her pussy up into each of Laura's deep thrusts.

By now Laura was stabbing the dildo deep into Yvette's tormented body, and Yvette was quivering and squealing with each deep, probing thrust.  Oh god, you are going to come so hard, sweetheart, she thought as she began to tighten her grip on the rope, in preparation for yanking it several times roughly upward.

Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment.  Laura felt almost as if she were separated from her body, hovering above or beside the bed, watching these two frantically churning and grunting and squirming and pumping and keening women, their beautiful black and white bodies linked in a fierce and wildly pleasurable struggle of frenzied fucking.  If only . . . if only . . . I could do it and see it at the same time, she mused, puzzled that the back of her brain could be performing these patient observations while her body was busy raping the lovely Yvette into a blinding storm of hot coming.

"Unhh!  Unhh!" she could hear herself grunting, even above Yvette's mewling and occasional shrieking into the ball gag.

"Mmmnnngggiiiieee!" Yvette screamed, her lovely lean body now writhing and twisting more violently then ever.

Laura yanked up on the rope.  Two swift, brutal yanks.  "Ungghh!  Unghh!"

She had to stop thrusting momentarily as she yanked up on it, but she quickly resumed, slamming the strap-on cock again deep into Yvette's body, pinning her wriggling ass to the mattress, spearing her, hammering her hard again and again, while also yanking up on the rope two or three more times, roughly, brutally.  This was what Yvette had been waiting for, dying for, and as Laura had predicted her body went immediately into a convulsive spasm of coming.

"MMMMNNGGGIIIEEEEE!" she shrieked into the ball gag, flipping and surging wildly, her body shuddering and twitching as fearsome shocks of rupturing ecstasy wrenched her flesh.  "Ohhmmnngggmmm!  UmmnnggNNGGGHHIIIEEE!"

She went crazy with writhing and screaming for about a minute, during which Laura continued to fuck her, as well as she could given the violent thrashing around they were both doing.  But they were glued together by this stirring moment, moving somehow in rhythm, and they bucked and pumped and then rocked and eased and gently flowed into one another until the fiercest spasms of Yvette's shattering orgasm began to dissipate.

Yvette was still whimpering, and breathing frantically through her nose, when Laura slid one hand up behind her neck to release the Velcro of the gag strap and extract the ball from Yvette's mouth so that she could breathe more easily. 

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god . . ." Yvette babbled in a hushed, awed voice, constantly, inanely, unable to stop herself.  "Oh god . . . I haven't come like that in years!  Oh god oh god oh god."

"Careful, honey," Laura murmured, brushing Yvette's smooth black cheek with her lips.  "God had nothing to do with it.  It was just you and me."

"Oh god . . ." Yvette suddenly erupted in giggles.

Laura knew why, and had done it herself on some occasions.  Sometimes, after the bubble popped, the tension release was so severe that there was no way for it to escape except through uncontrollable laughter.  She hugged Yvette and laughed with her.  The strap-on dildo was still sunk to the hilt in Yvette's pussy, pinched tightly by the strands of rope in Yvette's crotch, but neither one of them was in any hurry to pull it out since they were giggling and gasping together.

Finally, the gales of happy laughter subsided.  "I'm sorry," Yvette gasped, still giggling softly.  "I can't help it."

"Me either," Laura said, pulling up, slowly easing the dildo out of Yvette's pussy.  "You should've heard you squeal."

Both of them suddenly seemed to realize that Yvette was still handcuffed to the bed, her breasts still strangled by the rope.  She looked down at Laura's fingers as Laura hurriedly untied and uncuffed her.  She rubbed her wrists with two fingers of each hand.

"You're terrible," she grinned.  "I'll say it again.  My Ladonna, the S and M one I told you about, has nothing on you."

"Yes she does," Laura smiled back, disposing of the limp rope and strap-on apparatus in a nearby chair.  "The knotted whip.  The chains.  And the 'filthy nigger' stuff.  You know I'm not as bad as that."

Yvette traced a curlicue on Laura's bare shoulder with one long black finger.  "You're better in every way," she said, solemnly.  "Sometimes I wish we . . . oh, never mind."

Laura held her face in both hands and kissed her passionately.  She dropped her mouth again to Yvette's breasts and began kissing the marks left by the rope coils.  "And now I am going to kiss the beautiful pussy I just pleasured," she whispered.

But Yvette pulled her up.  Her dark eyes were still swirling with the ecstatic happiness left over from her orgasm.  "Oh no you're not.  Not yet.  My pussy wants to kiss your pussy first."

A proposal, or an intention, Laura found it impossible to resist.  Yvette had become more forceful than before, less passive.  She was coiling her long, svelte body around Laura, dragging her down to the sheet, pinning her on her back, scissoring Laura's body with her long, glossy black legs, pushing her groin up between Laura's thighs.  And Laura was completely pliant and receptive, looking into Yvette's eyes as their wet cunts came together.

As soon as they touched, and she could feel the wet, warm, gooey, slippery commingling of damp crotch hairs and swollen cunt lips mashing together, Laura knew it would take only the briefest churning and pumping for her to come.  She could feel the breath catch in her throat and see an equal squirt of hot lust flash in Yvette's eyes.

"Ohhhnnnn . . . honey . . . yes . . . fuck me fast," she panted to Yvette.   "I'm so close!"

"I'll bet you are," Yvette grinned, now grinding her pelvis with a practiced swirling skill, something Laura knew she had developed in her two years or so of fucking with Rhonda on a regular basis.

She and Yvette had done their share of tribbing in the earlier part of their relationship, but as Laura now viewed it, they had been so hot and combustible together that merely smiling at one another was frequently enough to get them off, or nearly so.  They had trib-fucked now and then, but they had been so horny that they had come within a few seconds of pumping.  No skill had been required, just enthusiasm.

But now Yvette certainly knew what she was doing, and even though Laura was tightly wound and near an orgasm already, she certainly got there more quickly than she would have without Yvette's experienced manipulations.  Laura was on her back, and Yvette was sitting upright at a forty-five degree angle, pushing her wet pussy into Laura's vigorously, reaching down to squeeze Laura's small breasts, and even leaning radically forward now and then to kiss Laura and briefly suck her nipples.  While Laura, caught in the swelling delirium of her need to climax, let herself be fucked gloriously to an inevitable conclusion.

"Yes . . . yes!" she panted, never taking her eyes off Yvette.  "Yes . . . do it harder!  Unnnhhhh!  Ummnnggg!  Yes!  Oh . . . shit . . . yes!"

She could hear the bed springs creaking and singing.  She could see Yvette's small, delectable dark breasts swirling and jiggling as she poured her whole body into fucking Laura.  She could feel Yvette's exquisite slimy warm pussy mashing into hers, and when Yvette reached down between them guide her clit into Laura's with her fingers, Laura could feel a flowing super-current of sexual electricity enter her body and race through her clenching flesh.

"Oh god . . . now . . ." she gasped, feeling her whole body stream and throb with fire.  "Now!  Ungghh!"

Yvette leaned forward and down at this very instant, kissing Laura savagely and pumping her pussy hard into Laura's, but it was all nearly in vain because Laura's climax wrenched her body so violently that a brief clash of teeth and lips was all that took place, and Laura began to come, groaning and twisting as a sharp succession of spasms shook her. 

"Oooonnwwwnngggg!  Ohnngggg!  Anngghiieee!  Oh Jesus!  Ungghhh!  Oh god . . . Yvette . . . oh yessss, don't stop don't stop!"

She knew that the sharpest, most penetrating spasms had already passed but was reluctant to pause while she still might squeeze yet another one out of her clenching body.  Yvette did not stop the rhythmic bucking but slowed it down considerably, and after a few seconds both realized that Laura was temporarily played out, that this sweet seizure was now waning.  Yvette now leaned forward and kissed her as she had intended to do before Laura began to come, a deep, passionate kiss, interrupted only by Laura's need to breathe, since her pulse had still not returned to normal.

"There," Yvette finally murmured against Laura's cheek, kissing her neck.  "I think that took care of your problem."

Laura smiled up at her. She could feel Yvette's small, naked breasts mashing against hers, a marvelous, beatific sensation.  "Remember when we got caught doing it in somebody's office?" she asked.

"How could I forget," Yvette beamed.  "God, we were like two horny she-cats.  Always going at it.  I thought fucking could never be that good."

Laura pulled her down again, and they twisted free of the scissors position now that it had accomplished its purpose.  They stretched out lengthwise and embraced.  Laura nuzzled her smooth, damp black neck.  "Mmmmm, I think maybe it never was any better than that."

Yvette grinned and nodded.  "It's a good thing that guy who caught us was gay.  He might've wanted to join in."

Laura pinched her bottom affectionately.  "But I wasn't about to share you.  I wanted you all for myself."

Yvette grew solemn and affectionate.  In fact, this depth of affection had disappeared from their relationship in all the time since the events Laura was recalling.  "We should do this more often," Yvette whispered, brushing her full, sensual lips against Laura's cheek.

"Rhonda wouldn't like it," Laura reminded her.

"Rhonda can go fuck herself."

Mmmmm, she got you this promotion, my pet, Laura thought of telling her, but caught herself in time.  "We can do it when she's out of town."

"What about your . . . wife?" Yvette asked, snidely, sharply, taking Laura's left hand in one of hers and raising it up to display the gold band on Laura's finger.

"She's very understanding," Laura said calmly.  "And she's out of town a lot."

Yvette smiled and kissed her warmly.  "I don't want to hear about it.  I just want to fuck with you until we are too tired to fuck any more.  Like we used to do."

Laura embraced her hard, feeling the embers being stirred, feeling the flames being born again.  "My darling, I think we can do that.  I'm so hungry for you that I can't keep my hands off this beautiful body."

Yvette squirmed in her embrace.  "I think you were about to do some kissing down there when I stopped you," she reminded Laura.  "Something about my exquisite pussy.  You always talk so fancy."

"Oh, but it is exquisite," Laura purred to her, descending, starting to kiss her way down this masterpiece of dark, smooth flesh that was Yvette's naked body. 

And Yvette could do nothing but smile and yield.