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The experience with Karen left Laura and her both feeling better about their relationship. The one prior to this one had been so excoriating and perverted that they had both, Laura knew, wondered if they should continue. But this time, at least they had started out normally, and the rough stuff had been wildly fulfilling but at the same time under control.
Laura's body was not even sore, but the memory of being blindfolded, and coming in incredible, hysterical, wrenching shocks, lingered with her.
Somehow, after being with Karen, she was always really horny the next day, as if all that ravishing sex only stoked her fires, and made her want even more. But not more with Karen. She wanted some fresh new beauty. Her last new girl had been Tracy, very exciting but quickly over. And now Cecilia was gone out of her life too.
She even felt slightly mournful, sorry for herself, very briefly, until she suddenly met a lovely new girl at work, Sholandra Mason. This was Bradley Kirk's new assistant, a gorgeous young black woman who looked a little over twenty-five. She was short and lean, with smallish breasts and short but beautifully shaped legs, which she showed off by wearing short skirts.
She was not as black as most of Laura's other lovers. I like them really black, don't I, she thought, her mind skimming over Karen, Yvette, Jonelle, Barbara, and the others, most of whom were pretty dark, and of course Cecilia, who was almost blue-black. Sholandra, on the other hand, was not exactly mocha-colored, but about half-way between Barbara's chocolatey brown and the really light-skinned, tawny girls that Laura often admired but had never slept with.
Sholandra had shoulder-length 'good' hair, a wide sensual mouth, and flashing dark eyes. She seemed to have a saucy, spitfire sort of temperament, and Laura tortured herself by imagining that the girl was very wild in bed, though it was clear from the way she flirted with men, including her own new boss, that girl-girl sex wasn't on her agenda. I'll bet she scratches you with those long nails when she comes, Laura thought.
It wasn't easy getting to know her either. Sholandra seemed to view other women, especially beautiful women like Laura, as competition. She gave them short shrift, cutting glances and remarks, and acted frosty, aloof. At the same time, Laura could see from her sharp smiles and daring grins that she was a tease, as well as an emotional adventurer of sorts. A sexual adventurer too? Laura wondered.
At an after-work gathering in a local bar for a person who had taken a new job, Sholandra caught Laura staring at her legs, while both were in the restroom.
"Like what you see?" she smirked, in a tone that Laura could not decipher.
Either she was pleased to be admired, by anyone, male or female. Or she was snidely accusing Laura of being a sexual predator, which was of course true. Since it was true, it was always very hard for Laura not to feel guilty when thus addressed.
But she swallowed and replied, with a fairly ambiguous smile of her own. "Who doesn't admire a good set of pins? I'm just envious."
Now Sholandra smiled a trifle more warmly. "Hard to believe," she said, glancing down at Laura's long, willowy, model's legs. "I'd give anything for long legs like that."
Laura blushed. "Listen to us," she giggled. "I hope nobody can hear us. Look, my name is Laura."
"Sholandra. I've heard all about you."
"Really?"
God, what has she heard? Laura wondered.
As they left the restroom together, Laura leaned closer, and found her head filled with ethereal perfume, mingled with the fresh, marvelous odors of Sholandra's body and hair. She felt herself growing wet, just from the smell.
"Tell me what you've heard," she whispered confidentially.
Sholandra grinned broadly, and her eyes flashed. She was stunning, and Laura wanted her desperately. She wore a scoop-neck blouse, showing off her clear, rich brown skin and perfect clavicles, her sculptured throat, and just a hint of a shadowy cleft above her small breasts. She caught Laura's eyes on her, but this time said nothing.
"All the men seem to think you're a stuck-up bitch because you won't go out with any of them," she said, eyes still flashing.
"What else?"
"Isn't that enough? Honey," she whispered, "they all want to boff you silly. Anyone ever tell you you look like that model, Stephanie Seymour?"
Laura went crosseyed. "Over and over again."
"Well, they want to rip your clothes off and do it to you, girl," Sholandra whispered, eyes twinkling with mirth. "You must know that."
"I... never think about it much," Laura stammered uncomfortably.
Sholandra looked at her oddly as they parted. But Laura kept watching her furtively, throughout the party. She was very careful now, however, to make sure Sholandra didn't catch her looking.
They ran into each other again on the way out. Sholandra was looking for a ride, particularly from a guy Laura knew, Ron Casimir, who was married.
"I can give you a lift," she said.
Ron smiled at Sholandra. "It's really out of my way," he said. "Why don't you let Laura drop you off?"
Sholandra shot a sharp look at Laura. "Sure it's okay?"
"Of course," Laura smiled, trying to control herself.
"Ron's such a nice guy," Sholandra said, as Laura drove away.
"Yes, he is."
And the for the next ten minutes Sholandra talked about him, not disguising her interest in him, or the nature of it. Laura listened politely. When a pause ensued, she made her move.
"Want to stop off somewhere for a drink?"
It was Friday night, and so a plausible invitation.
"I don't know about you, but I have a date," Sholandra said, implying that Laura, though all the men at work wanted to screw her, would be spending the evening alone. "I'll tell you what," she continued. "You come up to my apartment while I change, and I'll fix us both a drink. He won't be here for another hour."
Laura smiled. "Okay."
Sholandra had a small, stylish apartment, much like Laura's, in a highrise building overlooking the waterfront. She made each of them a cocktail, then disappeared into her bedroom to dress for her date.
Laura looked at the view and tried not to think about Sholandra in the next room, naked, or in her underwear at least. She was experienced enough not to expect anything to happen, and was resigned to it. Sholandra seemed exuberantly heterosexual, even aggressively so. In the car, she had said, when talking about Ron Casimir, "Just looking at him makes this little black pussy hum."
And so Laura was surprised, even shocked, when Sholandra appeared in her underwear, holding up a pale yellow evening dress to the front of her body.
"What do you think?"
Laura gulped. Actually, she couldn't see very much of Sholandra behind the dress, but she tried not to seem like she wanted to see more. "Looks stunning."
"Think so?" Sholandra squinted her eyes playfully. "How's it go with my sexy undies?"
She pulled the dress aside. Her bra and panties were even paler yellow, lacy, abbreviated, very fetching, enough to make Laura's throat catch. Through the lacy pale fabric of the bra cups she could detect the large, very large dark circles of Sholandra's nipples. They weren't tiny little bumps. Laura could feel her pulse pounding in her neck.
"Wow," she said, weakly.
"Are you okay? Did I make that drink too strong?"
"Oh... no, I'm fine. Really."
"If you were a guy, wouldn't you want to rip these off?" Sholandra pointed to her bra, her wispy panties.
"I... guess I would."
Laura turned away. Sholandra came up behind her, putting one hand on Laura's shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes."
Laura looked into her eyes. Sholandra's gaze was very even. "This guy I'm going out with tonight, I never let him have it yet. But tonight, he's going to get his chance to make my little black pussy sing and sing."
Laura swallowed. "I guess he'll like that."
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