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Laura's body ached for a while after her evening with
Eric and Mavis, but that went away before long. What
lingered was her sadness at not being able to have the
emotional and sexual intimacy with Mavis that she had
planned in her fantasies. Even worse were the myriad
anxieties caused by her memory of Eric's clear lust for
Mavis, and Mavis's flirtatious response.
At work, Rhonda dropped a malicious bomb on her by
casually remarking, as they passed one another entering and
leaving the restroom, "Hi, Laura. Gosh, must've crushed you
to see that stunning young Tamara Taylor just quit like
that, eh?"
Laura blushed beet red. She knew she had not seen
Tamara around and had wondered why. After all, the girl had
fallen deeply in love with Laura, honestly and completely in
love, after Laura had found her g-spot and made her nearly
perish in a string of glorious orgasms. She had been so in
love that even Laura had been mildly embarrassed.
"Quit?" Laura half-choked.
"Oh, you didn't know?" Rhonda turned sickeningly sweet
and confidential, suddenly Laura's oldest, trustiest friend.
"She quit last week, just like that. Moved to Europe or
something, I heard. Maybe getting married." Rhonda raised
one blonde eyebrow. "What a loss, right?" she lowered her
voice to a whisper. "What a gorgeous body. And face. She
was perfect. I don't think she liked our type, though. I
tried to flirt with her once and she gave me the icicle
treatment. Did you try?"
"Oh . . . no, never," Laura mumbled, confused and hurt
and dumfounded. "Too beautiful for me."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Rhonda adopted her most
sarcastic, cutting tone. "What about Randi? She's just as
beautiful."
This made Laura blush again. They both knew that Randi
was now sleeping with Rhonda instead of Laura. It made
Laura painfully, deeply jealous and angry, and she nearly
gave into her anger right there. She hated Rhonda anyway,
for any number of reasons. The cunt. How can you bring
that up and fling it in my face, you harpy!
Instead, she took a deep breath, looking away, so as
not to be tempted to scratch out the witch's eyes. "Yes . .
. she is very beautiful," she said, softly, feeling on the
verge of tears and not wanting Rhonda to see them.
Then she hurriedly brushed past Rhonda and walked away
quickly, surprised at the sharp pain she felt inside at the
mention of Randi's name. By the time she got back to her
office, she was in bad shape. Her fears about Mavis being
attracted to Eric mingled with her shock at Tamara's
disappearance and her loss of Randi to Rhonda to truly sink
her spirits. She was very depressed.
She realized that it was precisely this kind of
distressing contretemps that in the past had driven her to
Karen for hours of depraved sex, so hot, masochistic, and
twisted that it scorched away any vestige of naively amorous
longing for the darling girls Laura craved so deeply. It
was really in order to prevent this that after work she
drove by the apartment house where she had last seen Tamara,
having helped her with the boxes, and then, in Tamara's
narrow twin bed, having fucked the beautiful girl into a
seventh heaven of sexual rapture.
She loved me, Laura thought, mawkishly, embarrassed to
be going over and over it but unable to forget it. I loved
having her love me. It meant she would let me have her
again and again, and that Stewart didn't matter. Did she
really just take off like that?
Laura found it hard to believe. Almost in a daze, as
if sleepwalking, she parked her car and moments later found
herself ringing the doorbell of Tamara's apartment. Or
former apartment. The door was answered by a young, slender
black girl who looked vaguely familiar. Then Laura saw the
long braid coming directly out the hair at the top of her
forehead. The girl in the picture! Layla? Shayla? What
was her name?
The girl smiled at Laura. She had a beautiful, open,
friendly smile, betraying no suspicion or annoyance. "Yes?"
"Hi, my name is Laura. I'm a friend of Tamara's. From
work. Is she in?"
Only now did Laura sense that someone else was inside
the apartment, behind the girl. But there appeared to be
nothing private going on since the girl opened the door even
wider, though her intriguing face turned into a frown of
concern.
"Oh, you didn't know? She must have forgotten to tell
you, it was all so sudden. Tamara moved to Italy. She went
over there with her boyfriend. They left last Tuesday."
Laura knew her face must have sunk, and she could even
feel her shoulders slump in disappointment. On the other
hand, she remembered to stand up straight again quickly. It
wouldn't do for her to seem like a rejected lover.
"Oh. No, she didn't tell me. I . . . well, I really
only knew her in passing. Not very well. She probably
didn't think it was important to tell me."
There was an uncomfortable pause. Then the girl
brightened up again, probably feeling sorry for Laura's
distress. "You want to come inside for a minute?"
She opened the door very wide now, inviting Laura in.
Now Laura caught a glimpse of another black girl inside.
This one, though not beautiful by any standard definition,
sped like an arrow straight into the depths of Laura's
overactive libido. She was very black, like Cecilia or
Charise, and had flashing, ambiguous eyes. Her dense, wiry
hair was drawn up in a broom-like spray behind her head,
wrapped in a bright yellow scarf. She was wearing jeans and
a big, loose sweatshirt. The girl at the door saw Laura
looking at her, and Laura quickly covered by smiling and
accepting the invitation.
"Only for a second," she said, stepping into the
apartment.
"My friend Dawn," the girl said, introducing Laura to
the very black girl. "You said your name was-"
"Laura."
"I'm Shayla." Shayla beamed at Laura again with her
wide-open, innocent, friendly smile.
"Of course," Laura said. "The girl in the picture."
She pointed to the mantel. "Tamara told me about you. You
were in New York, auditioning."
Shayla nodded, beaming proudly. "I'm going back, too.
I got the job. I'm going to be a dancer in the Dance
Theater of Harlem."
She was a slender, half-formed slip of a thing, but
this made her nearly burst the buttons of her man's white
shirt with pride, though it was clear that her breasts were
small to nothing. She had a dancer's body, almost a female
sprinter's body, very athletic, not an ounce of fat, only
sleek muscle, from the little that Laura could actually see,
but not the bulging, glossy, grotesque muscles that a
bodybuilder like Brandi had, or even the impressive muscles
Kendra sported from working out all the time. Shayla's were
the muscles a dancer needs to spring and sail through the
air, or to spin perfectly in one place, to leap, to bend but
not break, to arch and soar and descend with superior grace
to the floor.
Both Laura and Dawn broke spontaneously into admiring
applause, so swept up were they in Shayla's immense joy.
"Congratulations," Laura said. "You must be very good."
"She is very good," Dawn said, looking almost as proud.
"She's the best. You should see her."
"I'd love to," Laura said, genuinely.
She liked them both as well as feeling a powerful
sexual attraction to Dawn. But she couldn't look at her
very intently since she didn't want to seem rude and
intrusive, and she was also afraid her lust would show.
"I'm leaving for New York tomorrow," Shayla said,
ebulliently. "Dawn and her boyfriend are going to be living
here. They're taking over the apartment for Tamara and me."
"I was just on my way out," Dawn said, heading for the
door behind Laura. "We still have a lot to do before we
move our stuff over here tomorrow." She squint-smiled at
Laura, riveting Laura's gaze with her ambiguous dark eyes.
"I'm so glad I could meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Dawn."
God, I'd give anything to go to bed with you! Laura
thought, but bit her tongue and twisted her fingers
together, trying very hard to be disciplined and not to give
in to these horrible impulses. The girl was enchanting in
some mesmerizing way, and Laura's heart was also sunk by the
knowledge that she had a boyfriend who would be living her
with here. You can't have every lovely girl! she told
herself. Just get used to it!
In seconds, though, the door shut, Dawn was gone, and
she and Shayla were alone. Shayla, it quickly appeared, was
one of those people who are at ease anywhere, in any
situation, and never made nervous by anything. She was
relaxed and friendly, as before. It was Laura who was
nervous.
"I guess it must be a little shock to you," she said to
Laura. "Italy and all. It was pretty quick. Would you
like a Coke? Or some green tea? I drink green tea all the
time. Calms me down."
Laura smiled. "You are very calm. I'm impressed. My
heart would be fluttering if I were moving to New York
tomorrow."
"Oh, it is," Shayla smiled back. "I just don't let it
show."
"Tea would be great."
Shayla brewed them both a cup a tea, while Laura
watched. She also realized that Shayla was one of those
people who were not intrinsically beautiful but nevertheless
very attractive because of their natures, because they
radiated a kind of comfort with themselves and genuine
interest in others that was irresistible. Shayla had a sort
of bulbous nose with a flat front which on many women would
have been flagrantly homely, but on her it was barely
noticeable. She had a few unpleasant acne scars on one
cheek, and not perfectly straight teeth, but her smile was
radiant and stirring, and she moved with a grace-obviously a
dancer's grace-that Laura could only envy.
She was wearing a white man's dress shirt with the
tails hanging out and down her thighs, and black stirrup
pants, no shoes. Her hair, except for the long, bizarre
braid that came down from the top of her forehead, was swept
back and up into a bushy little clump, like Dawn's had been,
and tied with a rawhide strip. Even the braid seemed
totally natural after a while, and instead of drooping oddly
in front of her face, she managed to sweep it to one side or
another, where it looked original and even inspired, making
her more interesting than ever. She was not nearly as black
as Dawn; instead, her smooth skin had the rich deep milk
chocolate color of Randi or Ada.
Laura felt very good and relaxed being with her. The
green tea really did have a calming effect. They talked
about Laura's job and Shayla's new opportunity.
"It's about the most exciting thing that can happen to
you if you're a dancer," Shayla said. "Especially a black
dancer."
"I'll bet it is," Laura agreed. "I wish I could see
you dance."
"I used to dance around here," Shayla swept one arm
around to indicate the whole room. "We had all the
furniture pushed to the sides. "That's when Tamara was
here. I've sort of stopped in the past two weeks. Don't
want to sprain my ankle or anything."
"I know, I saw it all cleared out for your dancing when
I was here once before," Laura said. "Tamara said you
practiced dancing here."
"I guess you were sleeping with her, eh?" Shayla said,
apparently without any devious intent, as if she were asking
if Laura and Tamara belonged to the same bridge club.
But Laura, as usual, was totally flummoxed and actually
choked on her tea. She gulped and spluttered and coughed,
holding her fist to her mouth, turning purple. It seemed
like one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. She
was aware of Shayla pounding her back and asking if she was
okay.
"Yes," she swallowed. "I . . . think I'm okay. Just a
little drop of tea . . . down the wrong pipe."
Shayla withdrew, sitting down across from Laura again.
"I didn't mean to make you choke," she smiled with concern.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. My fault."
"I shouldn't have said that. It just popped out, I
guess. It doesn't mean anything to me. If you were, I
mean. Sleeping together. It just seemed a little weird.
She's kind of . . . well, you know . . . kind of a surface
kind of girl, know what I mean? Not very deep. And she's
so gorgeous and everything, and all the guys are after her
all the time. And she was so proud of going with that
linebacker guy she moved to Italy with. He got a job on
some football team over there. I think that really means he
wasn't good enough to cut it over here, but Tamara thought
it means he's going to the hall of fame or something.
Anyway, suddenly all she could talk about was you. `Laura,
this girl from work, she's so beautiful. She's so sexy, I
wish I looked like her. Laura was so sweet to me, I just
like being around her so much.' Laura this, Laura that. I
don't think anyone ever had the effect on her you had. Not
since I knew her anyway."
This monologue had a very mixed effect on Laura, who
was flattered to be hearing it and filled with mortification
at the same time. After all, Shayla was rattling on about
Laura being a lesbian, which Laura did everything in her
power to conceal. She didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry," Shayla looked down, genuinely upset with
herself. "I really put my foot in it."
"No," Laura shook her head, looking her straight in the
eye. "You're right. We did . . . do that a couple of
times. It was really quite wonderful for both of us."
Shayla grinned, half-ashamed, apparently to be thinking
this. "I'll bet. You're both so beautiful. She told me
you were. But you know, hardly anyone is as beautiful as
she is. It took me a while to get used to all the guys
mooning after her and not even looking at me."
Laura wanted to bite at this invitation, to tell Shayla
how fetching she was herself, and that she shouldn't let a
gorgeous but vacuous airhead like Tamara make her feel
inferior. But she decided quickly it would make her seem
too predatory. Not only a lesbian, but a horny one eager to
fuck every pretty young girl in sight. Still, it made her
look differently at Shayla. This lovely young girl, why
wouldn't men want her? Laura could suddenly recognize a
yearning in her own mind and body that she understood very
well.
"I love that braid," she said, indicating the long
braid that was currently swept to the left side of Shayla's
face. "Where did you get such a brilliant idea? It makes
you seem so . . . original, you know? So creative."
Shayla squirmed and smiled, flattered. "Most people
think it's dorky. I have to tie it back when I dance, or
else it's flopping around like a rope or a switch."
Laura smiled at her during a long, fairly uncomfortable
pause, and then self-consciously looked away, aware that she
was giving Shayla the smoldering, sexual stare she reserved
for those she desperately desired.
"I had an experience with another woman once," Shayla
said, almost brightly, as if remarking on the weather.
This, Laura reflected, was a natural part of the girl's
relaxed, frank, unruffled mode, the aura she had of not
really being shocked or unnerved by anything.
"Did you," she said, not asking, more just filling the
silence. "And was it good?"
"Not really. She was another dancer. Lots of dancers
are gay. I guess you know that. I think it's from focusing
on your own body so much."
"Actually, I didn't. But I guess everyone thinks the
men are, at least."
Shayla smiled with intriguing mysteriousness. "Oh, not
all of them."
"You went to bed with one of them too."
Shayla nodded shyly. "Two of them. One's my current
boyfriend, though he's in school right now in Ann Arbor. We
hardly see each other."
"I guess Barishnykov wasn't gay. He had lots of girls,
didn't he?"
For the first time, Shayla almost lost her poise. She
seemed briefly to swoon, amusingly so to Laura. "Oh wow, I
think he did. He could sure have had me, if he wanted to."
"I know what you mean. Pretty good looking guy . . .
for a Russian. Right?"
Now Shayla looked puzzled. Laura knew the girl wanted
to ask her why she would be attracted to a man too. Before
she could ask, Laura veered back.
"Did you ever think about trying it again?" she asked
gently, but kept her eyes tightly riveted to Shayla's.
Shayla held Laura's gaze without flinching, then looked
down at her tea cup. "Not until now," she whispered.
Though weary after a day of work, Laura felt herself
perk up. She had not come by this apartment with such an
intent, but neither had she expected to run into Shayla or
Dawn. She now wondered what she had expected.
"Do you mind if I take off my jacket and stay a while?"
Laura asked.
Shayla shook her head. She smiled. "I don't mind."
Laura took off her suit jacket and set it carefully on
a nearby kitchen chair. She turned back to Shayla.
"Aren't you going to show me a few dance moves? Before
you run off to New York? So I won't feel cheated?"
Shayla grinned and shook her head. Her one long black
braid dangled in front of her face bizarrely, and she
crossed her eyes in a clownish frown, looking at it in front
of her nose. "See what I mean?" she smiled.
"I want to see you dance."
Shayla, who was sitting on the floor in a lotus
position, got to her feet. She lifted her tea cup and
saucer up and put them on the small coffee table Laura had
been using.
"Are you sure? Because I can't dance in this. I have
to change."
"Then change," Laura smiled. "How often to you have a
devoted audience of one?"
Shayla was a performer, and this offer was too great
for her to turn down. She quietly disappeared into the
bedroom, the back one where Tamara and Laura had enjoyed an
exhausting marathon of fucking only a few weeks earlier, and
returned a few moments later wearing a white leotard. She
had tucked the long, thin braid into the bun of hair at the
back of her head. Her body was even more slender than Laura
had imagined, though the leotard of course flattened
everything out anyway.
But she had a catlike grace that was now even more
apparent. She put on a CD of Bach's fourth Brandenburg
Concerto and danced for Laura in the small apartment for the
next twenty minutes. Her lean, willowy body swooped and
soared and spun through the room, dipping and whirling in
stunning, graceful motions that had Laura's heart
fluttering. The stark white leotard contrasted thrillingly
with the deep rich dark chocolate of her skin, a contrast
Laura always found fascinatingly erotic anyway, now hypnotic
and scintillating as Shayla showed off her amazing physical
skills.
When the music stopped, she was panting and shiny with
a thin film of perspiration. This aroused Laura even more.
She clapped, genuinely excited, as Shayla bounced over to
the CD player and shut it off.
"God, you are terrific," Laura said. "I see why they
gave you the job."
Shayla beamed, still panting. "I'm glad you liked it."
Feeling bold in the aftermath of this exciting
performance, and liking Shayla very much, Laura went over to
her and carefully disengaged the long braid, freeing it to
dangle again in front of Shayla's face. Shayla's eyes were
on hers the whole time, and Laura brushed the braid to the
side so that their mouths could come together. They kissed
slowly, without any aggressive passion or insistence.
Shayla's mouth opened to Laura's searching tongue after a
while.
Laura ran her hands lightly over the leotard, up and
down. Shayla had so little body fat that she seemed only
half-formed, as if she were a fourteen-year-old girl instead
of a young woman in her early twenties. Laura realized that
Charise or Jane, both teenagers, had more flesh on them than
this girl, larger breasts, fleshier, rounder bottoms. But
Shayla was superbly conditioned and supple, and her body
seemed to melt willingly into Laura's as they kissed and
embraced more eagerly.
Laura kissed her damp neck, then her ear. "I want to
take this thing off you," she whispered. "I love your lean
dancer's body."
Shayla batted her long eyelashes at Laura. She was not
above a little coquettish teasing. "It's hard to take off.
I'll take it off for you."
Laura felt a hot squirt of sexual fire shoot through
her whole body at these words. Things with Shayla were so
natural, so relaxed. There was no complicated flirtation or
anxiety, as with so many others. She and Shayla enjoyed one
another. Shayla had loved dancing for Laura, and Laura had
loved watching. And now they were going to enjoy thrilling
sex together, and it was all so relaxed and natural. Laura
was filled with wonder.
"I would be so grateful if you did," she whispered
back. "I want to kiss every inch of you."
Shayla smirked sexily at her. "Let me pull the drapes
shut. I don't want to do it in the back bedroom because
that's where you did it with Tamara."
Laura felt another hot, red blush rising to her face,
but she fought it off, suffering only a temporary pink
bloom. She didn't know whether to say something stupid,
like `Oh, it didn't mean anything,' or just be silent.
Shayla pulled the drapes quickly, so Laura chose the latter.
God, how embarrassing, she thought.
But Shayla seemed unperturbed by it and was back in a
second. She even took Laura's hand and drew her over to the
worn leather sofa.
"Here will be fine," she said, matter-of-factly.
With a fluid motion born of many years spent pulling
leotards on and off, she peeled the garment off and was
completely naked. Being a few inches shorter, she looked up
expectantly at Laura in the dim light, since the room was
much darker now that she had pulled the drapes. Laura
removed her own clothing in a hurry, feeling very
conspicuously dressed since Shayla was now stark naked.
Shayla helped Laura off with her bra. "Oooohhh, you
have nice ones," she said, letting her long black fingers
curl around the small, perfect globes of Laura's pale naked
breasts.
Laura cradled Shayla's face in both hands and kissed
her mouth more heatedly, driving her tongue in deep, feeling
her own passion rise and throb and ache inside her body.
She somehow went from tentatively embracing this marvelous
young woman with the half-formed body of a child to clasping
Shayla urgently, hungrily, digging her fingers into the
girl's supple flesh, kissing her in a ravening fit of wanton
need.
"Oh god, honey, you're so lovely," she panted into
Shayla's neck. "I want you so bad."
Shayla smiled up at her, sensual and soft. "I want you
too, Laura."
"Come here . . . lie down with me and let me kiss you
forever."
Laura pulled her own onto the sofa, which made
creaking, squeaking noises as their flesh pressed against
the worn leather. She enfolded Shayla's naked body in her
arms, feeling their small breasts brush and then press
together, feeling Shayla's warm breath on her neck. Laura
really was rhapsodically enchanted by this lean, delicious,
graceful naked woman in her arms, filling her lungs with
Shayla's welcome odor, the faint scent of sweat mingled with
the ripe, thick, pungent fumes of aroused pussy that she
could detect wafting up from their crotches.
She's just as horny as I am, Laura realized. They
kissed and stroked one another for several minutes, in no
hurry to move beyond the thrill of this intimate moment to
the more engrossing caresses that lay ahead of them.
"You know," Shayla whispered between kisses, her eyes
glowing, "I sometimes come really fast when I get excited.
And I don't want this to stop, I just want to go on with
you. I like this."
"I do too. I think I might come if you just . . .
touched me," Laura breathed, meaning it. "You know?"
Shayla nodded slowly. "I guess we won't have any
trouble," she smiled.
"I don't think so. Will you come if I suck your
nipples?"
Shayla gnawed her lower lip. "I might. I'm pretty
excited." She giggled softly. "You should feel my pussy.
It's gurgling and throbbing."
Laura realized that it was a perfect opportunity for
what she yearned to do. Sometimes pussy-to-pussy fucking
could be hard to bring off since it took a lot of grinding
and patience and care to keep your cunts together and your
clits touching, but if you both were so aroused that you
were about to come anyway, the merest touch of your wet,
open pussy against hers was often enough to trigger the
bomb.
"I'd like to touch yours . . . with mine," she
whispered into Shayla's ear, following the words with her
tongue and some warm breath that made the girl shiver
sharply.
"Oh!" Shayla gasped, quivering helplessly in Laura's
arms. Her eyes blinked open. "God, I've never done that.
Yes!"
Laura slid down her lovely, slender, black body,
wanting to kiss and suck and devour all of it but knowing
she would later have the chance. Shayla had very small
breasts and small black nipples that Laura's eyes lingered
on hungrily as she carefully slid one leg under one of
Shayla's, bringing her wet, pulsing groin up so that her
inflamed, oozing pussy was only inches from Shayla's gaping
slit, the edges jet black and shiny with juice, the interior
glistening and ruby-red. Shayla watched everything in deep
fascination, glancing up into Laura's eyes in the instant
before their two swollen cunts came together.
"Ahnnn!" Shayla gasped, eyes rolling up, as she felt
the contact.
Laura was too overwhelmed even to make a noise. Her
body filled with liquid fire that seemed to flow back and
forth between her own throbbing pussy and Shayla's, the raw,
wet flesh of their most intimate parts sliding together and
causing intense, unbearably sweet sensations.
"Oh god!" Laura finally panted, surfacing from her
sexual rapture long enough to let her eyes drift up and down
Shayla's beautiful lean black body, then fasten on her face,
which also was torn by acute sexual pleasure.
The long center braid was falling down over the middle
of Shayla's face as her dark, imploring eyes caught Laura's,
and they both began to undulate their hips, carefully
letting their warm, greasy cunts slide together, each one
aware that they were both about ready to burst into flames.
"Ohhh Laura . . . it's so good," Shayla gasped, looking
down at their joined pussies, moving her body with the
exquisite grace she was capable of, sliding her cunt against
Laura's and throwing her head back as the sensations poured
through her.
Following Laura's example, she slipped two fingers down
to spread her cuntlips apart, as Laura was doing, and make
the pressing together of their wet warm cunt flesh easier.
The result was a heightening of the intensity to an even
higher level, so that they both sank into a hot delirium of
need, gyrating vigorously, gulping air, whimpering,
clutching one another's naked thigh, urging each other
toward the final release.
"Oh . . . Laura! Oh . . . now!" Shayla gasped, her
small breasts swirling in circles as she pumped her
streaming pussy into Laura's.
Laura used her forked fingers to guide her own clit
into Shayla's, feeling them mash together just as Shayla's
body seemed to be wracked by a fierce jolt of coming.
"Yes, baby . . . yes," Laura panted, gyrating her own
pelvis frantically, feeling her own body erupt only a
fraction of a second behind Shayla's.
"Auungghhh!" Shayla cried out, her body buckling, then
thrown back by the force of the shock.
"Oh yes . . . oh aauuAUUNGGHHHH!" Laura followed close
behind her, feeling a huge hot bubble of molten sexual lava
burst inside her and flood her veins.
Both of them nearly collapsed under the impact, and yet
at the same time their bodies were surging and pushing
together, their hot, throbbing cunts sliding and mashing
together in a slippery, wet union. They undulated in
unison, groaning and whimpering, sunk under successive waves
of intense ecstacy, until the spasms began to wane. Even
then, then did not want to move, to break the connection,
the hot wet kiss of their throbbing pussies, their groins
mated and pulsing with the aftershocks of a stunning shared
climax.
Finally, Shayla propped herself up on her elbows, her
small breasts jiggling and catching Laura's eyes as Laura
realized they had fucked once already now without Laura
having tasted these pretty little breasts.
"Oh god . . . I never knew that was possible!" Shayla
gasped softly, in awe of what they had done, grinning in
gratified surprise.
"Ummm, lots of things are possible," Laura purred,
disentangling their legs. She could feel a lot of wetness.
"Maybe we should get a towel. I think we got carried away
and wetted each other up."
"I'll get one."
Shayla hopped up and disappeared in the direction of
the bathroom, giving Laura a chance to gaze unobserved at
her graceful, slender, naked body from behind. She had a
delicious, long, and sinuous back though without the curves
and shallows and cambers that gave a back such as Deshona's
such thrilling beauty. Instead, probably because of
dancing, Shayla's muscles were all long and smooth and
evenly formed. She was also long-waisted, with narrow hips,
and a rather flat though charming little bottom.
Laura, who almost worshipped the round, high, out-
jutting, beautiful asses of some of her girlfriends, was
always surprised to find a black girl with no bottom to
speak of. It seemed so odd, as if the girl had been cheated
by the gene pool, deprived of her rightful heritage by a
genetic quirk that left her posteriorly challenged. It was
rare, but it happened. On the other hand, Shayla's naked
body was entirely unremarkable, pretty and very graceful,
but half-formed and almost boyish: narrow hips, small
breasts, flat bottom. What made her remarkable was her
sweet, honest, relaxed, forthcoming nature, and her resonant
woman's sexuality that was completely authentic and quickly
made you ignore the fact that her thin slip of a body was
not especially sexy in itself.
Even after pussy-fucking with her into a quick,
ecstatic explosion, Laura wanted her body fiercely. She was
unable to take her eyes off it as Shayla returned with a
bath towel.
"I know I got carried away," Shayla said, handing it to
Laura and taking up the conversation where they had left
off. "I told you I come real quick sometimes."
"Come here, you delightful girl," Laura pulled her down
on the sofa again, after drying off her crotch a little with
the towel. "I'm already dying for more of you."
They laughed and embraced. "Everything seems so
natural with you," Shayla confessed.
"Not like your first time with that other girl?"
Shayla shook her head. "Nothing like that. She was
kind of . . . pretentious. Know what I mean? Being a
lesbian was kind of a political act with her. She hated men
and said women had to stick together. It was more like
voting than fucking."
Laura laughed. This girl was a real wit. Don't fall
in love with her, Laura, she warned herself. Shayla is
going away to New York. Keep that in mind. New York. You
have enough heartache already.
But it was hard. Shayla was even more delightful and
charming than Laura had imagined, and soon they were cooing
and murmuring and kissing again.
"This time we won't come so fast and we can take our
time," Laura purred to her, kissing her neck and shoulders.
"Don't count on it," Shayla giggled softly, caressing
Laura's cheek, twirling her fingers in Laura's rich chestnut
hair. "I like doing it with you. It makes me hot."
Shayla's small breasts may have been unremarkable by
comparison with some Laura had made love to, but they fell
into the category-like Jonelle's, or Mavis's-of being just
enough round, firm flesh to fit completely into her mouth,
nipple and all. And Shayla's nipples were small, coal-
black, soft nubs that seemed extremely sensitive since she
gasped and quivered just from feeling Laura's tongue teasing
them.
"Oh! Oh yes!" she panted, watching Laura suck first
one, then the other entire breast into her mouth.
Even though she was sucking each little breast
completely into her mouth, Laura started slowly, not
devouring the delectable little mounds but sucking them
gently, licking the small nipples with the back of her
tongue, and pinching them against the roof of her mouth.
But it excited Shayla wildly, and therefore Laura too, and
soon she was really sucking them hard.
They were lying face to face, side by side on the sofa,
but Laura quickly rolled Shayla onto her back and slid on
top of her, now pinching her wet black nipples, which were
growing more rubbery and erect by the second, and kissing
her mouth hungrily.
"Your mine, you're all mine now," she panted. "I'm
taking you, you just lie there and let me have every inch of
your lovely body."
"Ahhnn! Unhhh! Oh Laura god that feels so good!"
"Your little breasts are very sensitive."
Shayla's eyes rolled up as Laura's fingers twisted her
small, hardened nipples. "God, I love it when you suck the
whole thing in like that. Do it again."
"Ummm, I'd be happy to."
She gave Shayla a repeat performance, this time
scooping up one small breast in both hands and trying to
swallow it, then doing the same with the other. Shayla went
wild, twisting under her, moaning and undulating.
"Oh! You really know how to make me want it!" she
confessed, her eyes pulsing and swirling with hot sex.
"Please, Laura."
"Ummm, not so fast," Laura purred, now kissing her
smooth, taut stomach. "I said every inch of your body.
Every inch. I love your smooth stomach. Your abs are so
hard. You're so firm and smooth everywhere, so strong and
lean and beautiful."
Shayla could not respond in words. Laura was using a
skill on her that had been developed in many similar
situations, and Laura knew how to bring her along slowly but
inevitably, until she was a quivering, aching mass of sexual
need, writhing and mewling, her lovely lean black body more
desirable than ever now as Laura descended further. Her
lips reached the top fringe of tight little black curls that
formed Shayla's pubic patch, but instead of sinking further,
Laura kissed her way back up the girl's smooth belly to her
navel, a slight `outie' that tempted her tongue. She teased
it until Shayla was actually trembling and grabbing her head
with both hands, forcing it down, dying to feel Laura's
mouth on her inflamed pussy.
"Oh please! Oh please! Laura . . . please!" she
moaned, twisting and flexing in a desperate fit of need.
"Yes, baby, yes," Laura purred, giving in.
She wanted to kiss the girl's oozing quim as much as
Shayla wanted it, and now she slid between Shayla's yawning
thighs and saw it up close for the first time, a lovely
festering flower, deep glistening ruby red inside, with
thick, meaty black labia folding out like the petals of a
gorgeous, juicy blossom. Shayla's clit was so small that
Laura could barely see it under the small, sheltering tent
of skin at the top of her pussy, but she gently pulled the
flesh apart with her thumbs, and the tiny bead emerged.
"Oh honey . . . what a beautiful pussy you have," she
murmured. "I want to kiss it and lick it."
"Oh . . . yes! Please!"
Shayla's hips quivered, and she arched her back
gracefully, her body fluid and skilled in movement even in
this extreme state. Laura touched Shayla's exposed, tiny
clit with the tip of her tongue, and Shayla groaned, arching
even more stiffly, as if much closer to an orgasm than Laura
had thought she would be yet.
"Ahh!"
"Mmmm, you like that," Laura whispered.
"Oh god, yes! I love it!"
"I guess I'll have to do it some more. But I'm afraid
you'll come. I don't want you to come yet. I want to lick
this beautiful pussy for a long time before you come."
"Ohhhhh Laura . . . I want to come! Please do it!
God, you make me feel so good!"
But Laura was telling the truth. She did not want
Shayla to come so quickly this second time, and she began
kissing the smooth, warm, dark skin of her inner thighs,
exploring more of her delicious body, as if to draw the
sensation away from her over-stimulated pussy. And it had
the desired effect. Shayla's body slackened, grew less
tense, and her breathing less frantic as she luxuriated in
the pleasure of Laura's skilled caresses.
Laura's hands were busy too, stroking Shayla's hips,
her long, thin waist, rising again to her breasts, still
damp with the residue of Laura's own saliva, kneading and
lightly pinching her small, erect nipples, while her tongue
returned to Shayla's shiny, gaping pussy, licking slow,
tender swaths up and down the girl's swollen cuntlips.
"Mmmm, it smells and tastes so good, darling," she
purred, now letting her tongue slither in between the warm
wet folds and creases, pushing it as far as it would go into
the hot pit of Shayla's throbbing cunt.
Every part of Shayla's body seemed to be acutely
sensitive, and now she whimpering semi-hysterically,
churning her pelvis frantically as Laura's tongue stabbed
deep into her ruby-red wet slit.
"Oh! Oh!"
"Hold on, honey . . . hold on."
"Oh god, Laura! I can't stop it!"
"I know, I know."
Laura slid both hands under the girl's small, naked
buns and squeezed them, scraping the flat of her tongue up
across Shayla's tiny, now-bulging clit, knowing it was so
sensitive and ready to pop that Shayla would come in only
seconds. A deep shudder gripped the girl's supple, writhing
body, and then she went quickly into stiff, wrenching
convulsions, coming so hard that even her breath couldn't
escape.
"Hhhh! Hhhhh! Ungghmmmnnggghhaaauunngggghhh!" she
finally groaned in a strangled, clotted voice as the breath
caught in her lungs finally escaped. "Oh! Oh!
Unnngghiiieee!"
Her long dancer's legs flipped and jerked in the air,
her toes curling visibly and her abdomen clenching to reveal
the smooth rolling strips of hard muscle as she pumped her
flowing pussy up into Laura's mouth, groaning and arching
her back as fresh spasms, then another orgasm, shook her
long, slender body. Laura had to pull her face back
momentarily so as not to get bumped in the nose by Shayla's
rising pelvic bone, which jabbed up and down as her hips
surged and bucked. Mewling and moaning softly in the
aftermath, Shayla finally slumped back to the mattress after
a long bout of intense climaxing, fluttering her eyes and
laughing in soft embarrassment as Laura slid up to kiss her.
She could not even speak, and Laura didn't want to
infringe on the stunning quality of this sexual moment by
speaking herself. Just let us feel it, she thought. She
really came hard. God it was beautiful.
It was almost two minutes before Shayla smiled and
shook her head. "I think I better go to New York. A little
more of that and you're going to make me forget why I was
going in the first place. I never came like that in my
life. Never!"
"You're so in tune with your body," Laura said. "I'm
surprised you never did before."
Shayla smiled bashfully. "You're the one who's in tune
with my body." She propped herself up on her elbows, which
made her small breasts jiggle sexily. Laura wanted them
again. "Did you make Tamara come that way?" Shayla asked
bluntly, as if it were an obvious, non-offensive question.
But Laura gulped and nearly blushed, sucking air hard
to prevent it. She hated these questions. "Of course not,"
she lied. "She isn't in touch with her body like you are."
"I don't know whether I believe you."
"Why not?"
"She was in love with you. She couldn't talk about
anything else. I think she ran off to Italy with that big
dope Stewart because she felt exactly the way I feel right
now. This is just too wonderful to be true, what we did
together, and it really fucks up all your other plans."
Laura stretched out next to her, embraced her, kissed
her. "If it was that good, maybe you'd like to try for
another," she murmured, nuzzling Shayla's smooth black neck,
wanting to veer away from this uncomfortable subject.
Gosh, maybe I have to stop fucking these lovely girls
so well, Laura thought, if all it does is make them want to
run away from me. She thought of Jonelle, Brandi, Trina,
all of them afraid of the feelings Laura inspired in them,
all of them fleeing. Now Tamara. Or maybe they just want a
more `normal' life than this crazy sexual intensity, she
thought. It certainly can be a little wearing.
But it wasn't at the moment. She was very aroused by
Shayla and definitely didn't want the evening to end here.
Having come twice, and pretty violently the second time,
Shayla now exuded a faint, thrilling, musky odor that
aroused Laura even more. She pushed her nose under the
girl's earlobes to inhale it.
"I love your sexy smell," she purred. "It makes me
horny."
Shayla giggled and squirmed in her embrace. "I think
you need it more than me," she whispered. "I can lick you
too."
"You want to?"
Shayla nodded seriously. "I want to a lot."
The next five minutes were exquisitely pleasurable to
Laura, who lay back and surrendered her body to Shayla.
Unlike some girls, Shayla was not uncertain about her
ability to please. She was tender but firm, licking and
probing Laura's pussy with her tongue until Laura was
twisting and churning uncontrollably.
"I never came twice like that at the same time," Shayla
grinned up at her, tickling Laura's swollen clit with the
tip of her tongue. "God . . . it felt like my whole body
was exploding. Do you think you can do it too?"
"Yes!" Laura panted, almost exploding herself. "Oh
god, honey, right there! Just like that! Ohhhh!"
"Want me to put my fingers in?" Shayla asked, absorbed
by her activity, anxious to make it as good for Laura as she
could.
"Yes! Hurry!"
Laura came only seconds after Shayla slid two fingers
up into her aching slit. It was not the usual wrenching,
jolting orgasm but instead a soft, blossoming, ever-
intensifying hot cloud of bliss that enveloped her whole
body. She lay quivering in its thrall for nearly a minute,
only whinnying softly as wave after wave of sweet pleasure
coursed through her body. And when Shayla, still with her
fingers in Laura's pussy, slid up partially to embrace her,
she came again, shuddering and gasping in Shayla's arms,
looking straight into her eyes, as a stunning aftershock
gripped her body.
"Auungghhhh! Oh god!" she moaned, writhing, shuddering
in a fresh spasm of killing sexual pleasure.
Shayla smiled and held her. "Wow. You did it too.
Two times. I think we really are good together."
Still panting, eyes glazed, Laura looked up at her. "I
think so too. That's an understatement."
Shayla leaned on her elbow, tracing an invisible line
up Laura's body with one long, slender black finger.
"Anyone ever tell you that you look like that underwear
model? The one that used to be in the Victoria's Secret
catalogs? I can't remember her name."
"Me either," Laura shook her head.
"It's like being in bed with a movie star or
something."
Laura shook her head again and laughed, beginning to
recover from the dual blast of her orgasms. She pulled
Shayla down and rubbed their naked bodies heatedly together.
"It's only me. I'm no movie star. But I love being in
bed with you, Shayla."
"Can you stay the night? I'm almost already packed.
We can just screw and screw. I want more. Hope you don't
think I'm too greedy."
Without answering, Laura dropped her mouth to Shayla's
small breasts and took one of them completely inside it
again, not sucking hard, just tonguing the small, soft black
nipple.
"You're not as greedy as I am for this wonderful body,"
she said, comically, her mouth completely stuffed with
Shayla's breast. She released it, eyes smoking. "But I
have to go to work in the morning."
Shayla hopped up on her knees, leaning to the side of
the sofa. "I'll set the alarm clock in the bedroom for six
a.m. Then you can drive home and change quick."
Laura grinned, reaching for her. "I accept your
invitation. Come here, greedy."
They kissed deeply. "Are you hungry?" Shayla asked
softly. "It's about seven. You haven't had dinner. I
could fix something."
"I only have eyes and appetite for you, my darling,"
Laura said.
They slept-very little, much interrupted by
exhilarating fucking-on the sofa with a blanket thrown over
them, and by morning they were barely able to get up when
Laura's alarm rang, so busy had they been during a night of
prolonged and exhausting sex. Shayla pouted at the door.
"Do you ever get to New York?" she asked, morose.
Laura kissed her nose. "I will now," she said. She
gave Shayla her business card. "Write or email me. I'll be
there before two months are up. Promise."
There was even a tear in Shayla's eye as they said
goodbye. And Laura, feeling some post-co<tal sadness too,
reflected that often the best things were the briefest. On
the other hand, could she possibly resist Shayla and New
York?
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