Keywords: FF, cons
Part: Chapter 100
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 100
Laura ran into Rhonda in the hallway at work.
"Long time no see," Rhonda smiled. "Why don't we have a drink
after work?"
Even though they had once hated each other, and now only
tolerated each other's predations, their eyes exchanged a crackling
current that both recognized easily.
"I'm exhausted," Laura said.
"Didn't you just take three or four days off? Rest and
relaxation? You must've been rutting, dear girl." She bent close
and whispered. "Who was it? That delicious Sholandra Mason?"
Laura shook her head. "Nobody you know."
"Don't be so sure."
"Ms. Olympia," Laura said, casually, feeling nasty, wanting to
rub it in, never thinking Rhonda would know who she was talking
about.
"You're kidding," Rhonda said, obviously floored. "You don't
mean it. Not that gorgeous Brandi Pearson with all those muscles."
Now it was Laura's turn to be floored. "You know who she is?"
"Laura, I have several videos I made myself off ESPN of those
contests. I know them all. Yolanda Hughes. Laura Creavelle.
Especially Brandi. God, I can't believe you actually went to bed
with her. You bitch. How did you meet her? How did you get her
into bed? Is she naturally . . . you know, like us?"
Laura blushed and stammered, totally flummoxed by Rhonda's
questions. "It's . . . really none of your business, is it," she
said softly.
"You bitch," Rhonda repeated, but not angrily. If anything,
she was envious. "I almost come just from looking at her body."
"I've known her for a couple of years," Laura said weakly.
"Those thighs . . ." Rhonda rhapsodized.
Oh yes! Laura silently agreed, feeling her heart flutter and
her pussy throb.
By now Rhonda had pulled Laura out of the hall traffic, over
against the wall, where they could whisper without being overheard.
"How did you get her to go to bed with you?" Rhonda asked. "I
heard she just got married. I'd be afraid she'd take a poke at me
or something. God, have you seen those arms? But then, of course
you have. Oh . . . you bitch. You lucky bitch."
"Rhonda . . . I'm very uncomfortable talking about this here."
"Come into my office," Rhonda said, leading her down the hall.
"Maybe we shouldn't," Laura said, trying to pull away.
"Of course we should."
Rhonda pulled Laura into her office and shut the door.
Suddenly they were uncomfortable. Both remembered that the last
time they both were here, Rhonda had walked in on Laura while she
was licking Yvette's pussy, and Yvette was coming, lying on top of
Rhonda's desk. But Rhonda didn't let the thought bother her for
long. She half-pinned Laura against the door and asked her point-
blank:
"How is she in bed? She's so gorgeous. So strong. Did you
really fuck her? I'm so jealous."
In spite of herself, Laura realized that she was aroused.
After all, she and Rhonda had screwed energetically only a few weeks
ago. Rhonda was beautiful, and a sex maniac like herself. And
talking this way about fucking Brandi excited Laura all over again.
She could see that it was exciting Rhonda too.
Laura's eyes dropped to Rhonda's mouth, a full, sensual mouth.
Rhonda's eyes dropped to Laura's mouth. Suddenly they were kissing
heatedly.
"I don't know why I want you so much," Rhonda panted softly.
"You're the only white girl I've ever screwed."
"Then you're an equal opportunity dyke," Laura whispered in
her ear, breathing into it sexily.
"You bitch."
"If you keep saying that, you'll hurt my feelings. Ungghh!
Oh!" Laura gasped.
Rhonda had quickly got a hand under Laura's skirt and brought
it up to Laura's crotch, slipping two fingers under the elastic of
Laura's panties and sliding them up into Laura's wet pussy.
"You're wet, honey," she panted. "You want me to fuck you."
"Yes," Laura gasped, weak-kneed. "We can't. What if someone
comes in?"
"This is my office."
"Unh! God . . . Rhonda, unghh!"
Rhonda pushed Laura back into the door, rubbing her pussy
rapidly, expertly. Laura came almost before she knew what was
happening. Her body simply exploded in a sharp, hot, uprushing
orgasm, and she had to push her face into Rhonda's neck to keep from
screaming.
"Unnggmmnneee!" she cried out, muffling her mouth, screaming
into Rhonda's neck.
"Oh baby, yes, you really came hard," Rhonda murmured to her,
pinning Laura's limp body to the door so that Laura wouldn't fall.
"Ohhhhnnnn god," Laura moaned.
Still holding Laura up, Rhonda managed to get the front of her
own silk blouse open. Her bra fastened between the cups, and she
quickly undid it with one hand. Both of her firm, round breasts and
large, madder brown nipples came into view.
Laura, unable to resist, bent her mouth to one, sucking
Rhonda's nipple between her lips.
"Oh! Oh . . . yes!" Rhonda panted excitedly.
Laura got her strength back quickly. Rhonda really did have
beautiful breasts, and Laura devoured them hungrily, holding both
resilient, smooth globes in her hands and sucking Rhonda's nipples
with skilled sensuality. Rhonda was the only white girl she had
ever screwed too, but she had no difficulty figuring out why, not at
a moment like this. In only seconds Rhonda could barely remain
standing.
"Oh, Laura . . . if you touch me I'll come!" she whimpered
softly, looking down at her wet nipples as Laura's lips ravished
them.
Laura kissed her, tangling her tongue with Rhonda's. "I want
to stick this in your pussy," she said.
"Ohhhh . . . me too!" Rhonda shivered, biting her lower lip as
Laura's mouth once again dropped to her breasts.
"But we can't," Laura murmured. "Remember what---"
"I know, I know," Rhonda panted. "Just touch me. I'm about
ready to go off."
"Like this?" Laura raised her hand up under Rhonda's skirt,
as Rhonda had done to her.
"Unhhhh! Oh yes . . . unh! Do it hard . . . fast!"
Laura did, and Rhonda nearly came unglued.
"Oh . . . bite my nipple!" Rhonda urged frantically. "No . .
. don't, oh god, I'll make too much noise. Suck me hard instead.
Yes! Ungghhh!"
"Oh baby . . ." Laura murmured, sucking Rhonda's beautiful
nipples, pinching them with her lips, bringing Rhonda quickly to the
brink.
"Oh now. Now!" Rhonda gasped.
She came sharply. Laura was holding her against the door, and
it felt like Rhonda's body had been struck by a rocket. The jolts
of her orgasm temporarily robbed her of breath. Then she pushed her
face into Laura's neck and whimpered as the spasms subsided.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" she gasped, her eyes still glassy, as Laura
embraced her, holding her up and kissing her.
Then Laura refastened Rhonda's bra and buttoned her silk
blouse back up. "You have the most beautiful breasts, my dear," she
whispered. "Ms. Olympia can't compare."
She figured the absent Brandi could survive this little
falsehood, since Brandi's breasts, though small, were enchanting.
"I still hate you for screwing her," Rhonda pouted. "But I
don't know whether anybody can make me come the way you do."
Laura winked. "Next time let's try a bed. Your place or
mine. I'm so tired of this office danger."
"I know what you mean," Rhonda said, looking around nervously.
"But I just had to have it, you know?"
Laura nodded. "Want to try for tonight?"
"I . . . have a date," Rhonda stammered.
Laura grinned wanly. "Hope it's not anyone I know."
"It isn't. Maybe tomorrow."
"Maybe," Laura flirted. "Maybe the Pope is Jewish, too."
"You still didn't tell me about Brandi Pearson. What it's like
to fuck her."
"It's like screwing an anaconda, my dear," Laura joked.
"God, it must be heaven."
Laura kissed her and slipped out of the office before things
could go any farther.