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  "I'm beginning to understand all too well, I think," she grumbled. She took a long sip from her glass of wine and tapped a pencil on the table. "It appears that you want me to operate under your rules. You want me to come when you call and leave when you say goodbye! Well, I'm not like that, Howard! I never was and I don't intend to start living that way now!"

  "No, no, no," he moaned, shaking his head passionately. He tried to hold her hand again but she pulled it away and his fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the table as he bent forward, peering at her in deep emotion.

  "Don't you understand, darling," he whispered hotly. "Something has come over you, it's almost as if you were in a trance every time that woman is near you or her name is mentioned. I'm not jealous, Diana, I'm afraid! Afraid for you!"

  "Don't be absurd," she laughed harshly. "You talk as if some terrible disaster is going to happen to me. I'm only taking a class, not a trip up the Amazon!"

  "That's just it, Diana," he insisted. "It's not just a class, and I don't know how I really feel, but that woman scares me! There is something strange and evil about her. I can't explain it, but I am worried about you, worried to death!"

  She shook her head, slapping her palm lightly against her hair. "I don't believe this," she said in a bewildered voice. "I can not believe you are saying this, Howard! You're driving me crazy with this crap!"

  "What about Tina, what about her?" he went on. "What about how she was over this woman, do you remember that? She was the same when before she disappeared. The same way you're acting right now!"

  "Tina! Oh, Jesus, Howard," she laughed haltingly. "Boy, that is really reaching for it, isn't it? Tina? That's too much, too, too, much!"

  "Really, you think so," he said softly. He sighed and sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "And tell me why you've never heard from her since then. Tell me where she is, she isn't home, I know, I tried to get her. She hasn't been home since the day she disappeared!"

  "What, I don't believe it," Diana said, shaking her head in denial. "When did you call, when did you talk to her parents?"

  "Just the other day," he said quietly. "The way you have been acting reminded me so much of how you described her that I just had to call and talk to her about Lamia Abaddon. That's when I found out. Now explain that."

  "I... I can't of course," Diana said nervously, toying with her glass of wine. "I don't know what happened to Tina, but that doesn't mean that Lamia had anything to do with it."

  "It's all very strange, darling," Howard said softly, trying to get her to look at him. "It's just too damn strange. I'm worried and I wish you would drop out of that class and stop going to see her!"

  "No! Damn it, no," hissed Diana. She shook her head violently. "I don't care what you say or how you feel, Howard, I will not be ordered around by you! Tina's disappearance had nothing to do with her, nothing at all! You're just using that to force me to do what you want and I won't!" She jerked to her feet and tried to pull her arm away from his grasping hand. She glared at him and shook uncontrollably, trying hard not to break into tears over what he was saying to her.

  "Please, darling, please," he was pleading, trying to hold her in place. "I'm serious, I am! I'm not trying to force you into anything, believe me I'm not! Can't you just look at it objectively for a moment? You're not seeing what's really happening!"

  She pulled her arm free and pushed him away. "Leave me alone, Howard," she hissed in a broken, cold voice. "Just leave me alone, do you hear? Leave me alone!"

  She spun on her heels and stomped out of the bar leaving him staring after her. He dropped back into his seat and wondered vaguely why he didn't follow her. His mind was whirling with the horrible scene they had just had and he felt no strength at all anymore. Perhaps she would cool off and they could talk about it later. Perhaps when both of them were in bed the next time.

  But a cold chill came over his heart as the thought passed through his mind and he felt a sudden, driving fear that he was never going to get that chance. Somehow, a deep dread had filled his soul and he knew that she was about to change completely.

  Diana was sobbing uncontrollably as she stumbled down the hill toward the campus. The tears were blurring her vision and her feet slipped and skipped over the slick, snow covered sidewalk. She didn't really know where she was going but she knew she had to get away from Howard. She had to talk to someone else, get her bearings back. It was too painful to think of what was happening between them.

  She found herself, almost like a zombie, entering the building where Lamia Abaddon's office was. She wasn't surprised that she was seeking out the older woman. Right then a sane, rational adult was about the only person she could think of that could help her.

  She took the stairs to the second floor and found Lamia talking quietly with Dean Knight. She waited outside the door until Lamia happened to turn and see her. She thought she saw a look of scowling concern come over the woman's face, but it only lasted a moment before tire warm, mysterious smile replaced it.

  "Why, Diana, come in, come in," the beautiful black woman said, waving one of her slender, graceful hands at the young girl. "It's so good to see you!"

  As the young woman entered the room, Dean Knight nodded to her and then spoke to Lamia. "I'll talk to you again about this little thing," he said evenly. "It can wait awhile."

  Lamia nodded and Dean Knight left without saying another word. They both watched him go in silence then Lamia touched Diana on the shoulder and smiled warmly when the girl jerked her head around to face her.

  "Now what's the problem," she asked in her warm, liquid voice. "You look all out of sorts. What is bothering you so badly? You can tell me.

  All of the pent-up emotion that she had been keeping under control broke loose and Diana slumped down into a chair, burying her face in her hands as the aching sobs tore through her body.

  "It's Howard, Howard," she moaned, gulping down her tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do, he's so insanely jealous! He's out of his mind!"

  Lamia came around the back of the chair and hugged the girl's head to her thighs. "There, there, just cry it out, cry it all out," she cooed softly, her long, dark fingers stroking the girl's hair. "Don't worry, I'll help you. I'll give you a hand. Whatever is wrong we'll find an answer, I promise you!"

  Diana hugged the woman tightly and moaned into the folds of her robe. "I can't believe this is happening to me, I just can't," she groaned. "I love him, but he is getting impossible! Oh, God, Lamia, help me, help me, please!"

  Lamia smiled and nodded. She was staring off into space as she continued to stroke the girl's hair and speak in a gentle, loving voice. "I will help, Diana, I will," she said quietly. "Don't worry about that! I know what to do, I will work it out with you! Don't be afraid, Diana, don't be afraid, my child. Lamia knows what to do. Trust me, trust me completely and everything will be wonderful, I promise you."

  The girl gasped and sighed, feeling a strange, comforting warmth fill her heart and dry her tears. It was as if Lamia were drawing all the hurt and pain out of her body and putting a calm, peaceful glow in its place.

  She looked up and stared at the woman. She felt her body tingling with a warmth and strange, compelling sensation that both thrilled and scared her. She was sure now that she had made the right decision. Lamia was the one to help her, Howard was all wrong. She was sure of it, sure of it to the bottom of her soul.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Diana had never felt so at ease and comfortable in her life. As she leaned against the back of the couch in Lamia's large livingroom, she sipped her glass of champagne and stared at the high, star-covered ceiling above them.

  She traced the path of one constellation with her eyes, she remembered her long, pleasing conversation with the lovely woman over the dinner she had prepared for the two of them.

  Lamia had insisted she come home with her so that they could really work out this problem. It hadn't taken much to convince Diana of the worth of that idea. Right then sh
e couldn't bear going back to her room nor anywhere else for that matter. She was thrilled by the older woman's offer and accepted happily.

  As they ate the meal, Diana poured out the problem on Lamia's listening ears and even managed to get all of it out without breaking into tears. The woman paid attention and said nothing until Diana was finished talking.

  "Obviously he is very in love with you," she offered quietly over the champagne they were sharing. "This need to invent an excuse to have you around more often is a clear sign of that. I think it is best for you to remain firm in your refusal to conform to his wishes, otherwise I fear you'll find both of yourselves in a lot of trouble."

  "That's exactly what I thought," nodded Diana, determinedly. "I'm not giving in, not one bit! He's just going to have to learn to accept me as I am, that's all!"

  Lamia laughed softly and slipped her arm around the back of the girl's head. She rested it on the lip of the couch and lazily stroked the wisps of hair that lay pressed against the back of the sofa. She could sense the girl drifting off a bit and she smiled in a pleased fashion.

  "Now you have the right idea, dear," she cooed softly in her musical voice. "Now you are getting the point! There are more important things to consider than a mere man, you see. There is a whole other world to think about!"

  Diana felt her mind wandering. She could not seem to think straight about anything now. Her body was relaxed and comfortable and her mouth still could taste the strange, delicious food Lamia had fed her. She felt light and airy, as if on a cushion of wind. She was very warm and she hardly noticed it when Lamia moved closer to her so that their bodies were touching, shoulder to thigh, now.

  "I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed of," the older, dark woman whispered passionately. "I'm going to show you your true life! The way of your future! Soon, very soon, you will forget everything but what you are about to learn!"

  Slowly she turned Diana's mouth toward hers with the tips of her fingers. The girl could feel no will to resist and her luscious, moist petals were just inches from Lamia's succulent petals. She moaned softly when the smiling woman bent forward and the thrilling contact of their mouths meeting sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine.

  Gently Lamia roamed her mouth back and forth over the girl's. They rolled their heads from side to side as their kissing caress continued. Diana could feel the woman's calm, rhythmic breath on her cheek and the sweet taste of champagne filled her mouth as they ground their mouths together tightly, the woman's tongue pressing urgently against her clenched teeth.

  "Open, my sweet, open your mouth," Lamia sighed in an erotic voice. "Let me taste your tongue with my own! I want to drink the sweet wine of your tangy mouth!"

  Eagerly Diana parted her teeth and allowed Lamia to slither her tongue past them. The seeking spear rolled and curled around her own moist dart, slashing and licking with a hungry passion. They pressed themselves tightly against each other, the woman's hands caressing Diana's warm, smooth cheeks as they entwined their willing arrows around each other.

  "Ohh, ohhh, this is so strange," sighed Diana, squirming in the grip of Lamia's hands. "It's so different, so weird, I don't know what to think at all!"

  Lamia laughed, pleased with the girl's response and confusion. "Think nothing at all, nothing at all," she whispered softly. "You don't have to think, I will do that! Just enjoy, little child, just enjoy yourself completely!"

  She slithered one of her free hands down over Diana's back, gripping and squeezing the girl's flesh through the thin material of her sweater. She felt the zipper on the back of the garment against her palm and she danced her fingers back upward, catching hold of the clasp with her slender fingers. Teasingly she slid it up and down as the girl wiggled and moaned in her embrace. She pulled the zipper all the way down and slipped her hand over the warm, palpitating flesh of the girl's smooth, luscious back.

  Diana moaned in delight, swaying under the kneading pressure of Lamia's caressing hand. The way the woman's fingers danced and slithered over her flesh sent a churning, warm feeling racing through her loins that she could not explain or control. She shivered involuntarily and found her own hand curling around Lamia's dark, elegant throat, the tips of her fingers scratching idly at her breastbone.

  "That's it, little one, that's it," chuckled Lamia, her fingers playing with the hooks to Diana's bra. "Caress me, love, touch me with your hands! I want to feel your precious fingers traveling over my body! Yes, yes, it is soothing, very soothing indeed!"

  Diana groaned as she felt the woman tugging on the snaps to her bra, popping them free, one by one. She felt the halter loosen over her trembling breasts and moaned in delight when the woman slithered her hand around under her sweater and cupped one luscious globe in the palm of her hand.

  Lamia gave the precious sphere a gentle squeeze and the girl gasped and swayed backward against the couch. She felt Lamia's mouth kissing her greedily, running her lips over her tightly shut eyes and quivering cheeks. Tenderly the older woman kneaded and massaged her tit, her thick, dark thumb rubbing teasingly across one, tiny nipple, making the rosy nugget grow firm and erect under her caress.

  "Oooo, that's wonderful, wonderful," sighed the teenager, her heart beating wildly, her loins burning with a fever of desire. "Ahhh, I love that! I love that feeling! It's so nice, so good and nice!"

  Lamia laughed in a deep tone and roughly tugged on the pink stone making the girl gasp and cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She reached up with her free hand and took hold of Diana's wrist, guiding the girl's willing fingers toward her lap.

  "Caress me, dear, caress my aching womb," she hissed feverishly. "Put your fingers over my cunt! Play with it, play with my pussy, now!"

  As her fingers reached Lamia's lap, Diana could feel the intense heat of the black woman's passion rising up through the folds of her robe. She dropped her hand over Lamia's cunt mound and began to rub her palm back and forth over the throbbing mound. Lamia shivered and gasped as the girl worked on her aching cave and she felt the stinging desires and greed racing through her loins as she pushed the sweater and bra up over Diana's breasts and lowered her mouth to the jiggling globes.

  She ran her tongue around the rim of the luscious boobs, kissing and licking feverishly as she lathered the darling mounds. She snapped her tongue at the pert nipples and felt the girl shudder uncontrollably as her darting spear rode over the sweet nubs.

  She nibbled passionately at the soft, creamy spheres, sinking her teeth into Diana's alabaster flesh, tasting the moist warmth of the delicious tits. She rolled her lips up and over one trembling nipple and sucked it into her mouth, lashing at the sweet button with her tongue. Diana moaned softly as the pleasing sensations rippled through her and her loins burned with the fiery wanting that was racing inside of her aching cunt.

  As Lamia sucked and kissed her breast she slithered her own darling fingers down along the woman's robe, pulling it upward until the tips of her digits were caressing the woman's bare thighs. Lamia jerked spasmodically as the lovely girl danced her fingers beneath her robe, dragging her nails over Lamia's moist, warm inner thighs.

  She shivered and bucked as the girl neared her pulsating pussy, tickling and kneading her ample flesh as she went along. She knew the young girl was now in the grips of a powerful lust and desire and she wanted to feel the young woman thrashing uncontrollably with the insane delights of pleasure that she could induce in her.

  "Yes, yes, little slave, yes, yes," moaned Lamia as Diana's seeking spears reached the point of her inner thighs and slid pleasingly up and down over the black woman's tight, damp panties. "Ahhh, that is right, that is good," she cooed lovingly, her mouth continuing to roam and kiss Diana's quivering breasts. "Do that, do that, do that!"

  Gently the girl cupped her hand over Lamia's throbbing cunt mound. The thick, creamy juice of the woman's passion was flowing freely from her fevered pit now, and it had soaked her panties with it's liquid pleasure.

  Diana's hand wa
s soon wet and slippery as she rubbed briskly on the throbbing hillock.

  Lamia gasped and moaned, thrusting her hand down to Diana's jeans, tugging and pulling on the buttons and zipper until she had them free. Hungrily she slithered her hand over the girl's warm belly, forcing her fingers inside of Diana's panties, feeling the girl shudder violently as her digits caressed the wet, warm hillock of Diana's aching pussy mound.

  The young woman was trembling in anticipation as she felt Lamia's fingers slithering through the thin strands of cunt hair, seeking out her twitching clit. The woman found the sweet, juicy nugget and pinched it tenderly between her thumb and forefinger, sending a darting, powerful sensation of liquid pleasure careening through Diana's loins. She rolled the tiny stone back and forth and the girl almost screamed with delight and bucked her dainty buttocks up and down on the sofa in response to the woman's attentive caress.

  "Oooo, that's wonderful, that's so nice," she sighed happily, swaying rhythmically under Lamia's working fingers. "Ohhh, Lamia, Lamia, I love that! Ahhh, more of that, please! Do that some more!"

  Hungrily she slipped her hand inside of the black woman's tight panties and felt the warm, thick heat rising from Lamia's tortured cave. She pressed her palm against the hot entrance and felt the thick, creamy lips of the woman's cunt quivering excitedly against her flesh.

  Lovingly she slid her fingers up and down over the thick, juicy folds of flesh. Lamia gasped loudly as the girl pinched and caressed her aching cunt lips, tugging on them eagerly, coating her fingers with the thick, damp juice of the black woman's boiling need.

  "Put them inside, put them inside," commanded Lamia, her voice thick and greedy with her lust. "I want to feel you touch the depths of my cunt! Put them inside, now!"

  Willingly Diana pried the trembling lips of the woman's pussy apart and slithered a single digit beyond the hot, twitching entrance to her dark canal. Lamia bucked violently and a quiet scream escaped her lips as she felt the girl twirling and turning the seeking prong deeper and deeper into her taut, pounding tunnel.