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Laura was dejected for weeks. The gloom of her separation, apparently final, from Yvette wouldn't go away. And whenever she ran into Yvette at work, both nearly broke into tears. They had to avoid each other, which was even more painful.
She couldn't even bear to see Chanitra, who would remind her of Yvette, and her loss. And the thought of having an interlude with Karen, though it crossed her mind, seemed too dangerous. She was so numb with loss that she knew she might commit the most horrific sexual excesses with Karen, who would probably be a willing partner.
Instead, she withdrew into work. Surprisingly enough, she became involved through a project with the very Bob Scheinbaum who had apparently screwed Yvette on his office sofa. He didn't seem at all like the vile pig Yvette had portrayed him to be. And of course, through visiting his office she became friendly with his stunning black secretary, Jonelle Roberts.
Jonelle had movie star quality beauty, though she was extremely thin, and also very withdrawn, reserved, shy. Through a few offhand comments by Bob, Laura learned that she was in her early thirties, divorced, mother of a ten-year-old boy, and had recently transferred here from another unit of the company.
Laura, given her history and sexual inclinations, could not help feeling attracted to Jonelle, but it was new sort of feeling for her. Jonelle was, though superficially friendly, so remote and reserved that it was hard to warm up to her. And she was almost painfully skinny. Laura's relationships had been with women who had knockout bodies, and she found it puzzling that she could even feel attracted to the rail-thin Jonelle.
On the other hand, Jonelle had a face to die for, with high cheekbones and chiseled features, probably the most sensual mouth Laura had ever seen. She also had a dark, beautiful, swanlike neck. Laura wanted to kiss her. In fact, she caught herself daydreaming about it. But she really didn't feel any other sexual urges toward Jonelle, no need to eat her and fuck her, as she felt with others.
And Jonelle, of course, showed no interest. She showed no interest in any man, either. She gave them all the brushoff, politely but firmly. Still, Laura did succeed in getting her to have lunch, and that was when she finally realized what made Jonelle tick.
She hadn't felt it before, since Jonelle covered up so well at work. But when they got outside together, she felt this terrible, throbbing sadness coming from Jonelle. It was a mute, remote pain she apparently endured stoically, but it was now clear to Laura. This girl is suffering.
Still, they never spoke of it. Jonelle, in fact, spoke very little, nothing about her personal life. Only after they had lunched together three times did Laura begin to recognize her own familiar stirrings of desire. But she controlled herself and said nothing, not wishing to add to Jonelle's pain.
Then, as if to distract her, she got a call one evening from Shawn.
"I'm staying in town for a few days," she said. "Maybe you saw the notice in the papers. Exotic dancer, down on Market Street."
"Under your own name?" Laura asked.
"No. 'Dominique.' How do you like that?"
"Sounds alluring."
"I have a break from early afternoon until about 8 each evening. Wondered if I could drop by for a visit."
Laura could feel her pulse accelerate. "I think I could get off early, say about four. Want to meet me at my place?"
"Sure."
Laura gave her the address, then had a hard time concentrating until four arrived. She actually had not had any sex for almost a month and a half, not even self-induced, and felt wildly horny. And she remembered Shawn with great excitement, a beautiful girl, with large, luscious breasts, who really loved to fuck. Drop by for a visit? Laura could feel her cunt itching and running just at the thought of it.
By the time she got home, her hand was shaking as she opened the door. I haven't been this excited anticipating a sexual encounter since... the last time Brandi was here. She wanted to change into something sexy, her new lace teddy, something that would make Shawn feel as eager as she was. But before she could even set down her handbag, the buzzer from the downstairs lobby door rang. It was Shawn, who was on her way up.
Laura gulped and went to her apartment door to let her in. "Hi," she said brightly as Shawn appeared.
Shawn beamed and kissed her cheek in the corridor, a friendly peck. "Laura, I'm so glad to see you."
Only when they were safely inside, with the door bolted, did the murky, dangerous invitations and questions begin showing in both girls' eyes. And Shawn was stunningly dressed in a white miniskirt that showed off her spectacular black legs. She wore a tight pink sweater that emphasized her large, jutting breasts.
Laura looked her up and down. "Gosh, I'm glad the cab driver didn't just take you off to the woods somewhere and..."
"I think he wanted to," Shawn giggled, interrupting her.
"I forgot what stunning legs you've got," Laura said admiringly.
"Thanks," Shawn said demurely.
"Exotic dancer, eh? You sure have the body for it."
Shawn smiled. "You're just saying that."
Laura realized that the usual was happening. Both of them wanted to fuck each other like crazy, but they couldn't get past the awkward beginnings. Neither wanted to seem too brazen about it. Shawn had to be seduced, or at least a small charade of seduction had to be performed. She wasn't like Karen, who would be racing Laura to the bedroom by now.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Laura asked. "I know it's early, but it must be five somewhere in the world."
"I'd love it. I don't have to be back to the theater until 7:30."
Laura poured them each a glass in the kitchen. She found herself remembering when Rina had cut her hand on a broken wine glass, and Laura had sucked the blood and then fucked Rina for the first time. The thought made her hot and sad at the same time. But she tried not to dwell on it.
"Here's to a successful engagement," she said as a toast.
"Dancing for a bunch of old goats," Shawn made a face. "They all want to screw a pretty black chick with big boobs."
Laura smiled. She inched a little closer to Shawn, almost crackling with horny feelings, wondering if they were apparent. The thought of having Shawn to herself, not even having to share her with Sandra, was really getting her lathered up.
"Can't say I blame them," Laura murmured meaningfully. "You are gorgeous."
Slowly, they both set their wine glasses down on the sinkboard, their eyes locked together.
"I missed you," Shawn said softly.
"You should have come up for a visit," Laura murmured back, her lips now only inches from Shawn's.
When their mouths met, the electricity was suddenly released. Within seconds they were french kissing heatedly, embracing and moaning softly. Laura got her hands under Shawn's sweather and ran them all over the firm flesh and smooth, warm skin of the girl's back. She pulled the sweater up, over Shawn's jutting breasts, then up over her head too.
Her eyes fell to Shawn's large breasts, bursting from her bra cups. Shawn's breasts were larger than those of any girl Laura had slept with, and yet Laura remembered them not as large but as beautifully shaped. They were not pillowy and shapeless. Instead, they were firm, almost hard, pear-shaped, with perfect round undersides and huge, puffy black nipples that rose off each globe like ripe fruit, the thick centers protruding even farther from the bulging, satiny areolas.
Anxious to see them, she kissed Shawn deeply and unfastened her bra clasp at the same time. "I want to see them more than those old goats do," she murmured, pulling Shawn's bra away.
Shawn's magnificent, upswept, naked breasts took her breath away. Laura raised her hands and cupped them in her palms, brushing the large, soft black nipples with her thumbs. Shawn closed her eyes briefly.
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