Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 114
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 114
Her heart racing in panic, Laura drove to Trina's apartment.
She tried to talk herself back into reasonableness. She won't know
this happened, she told herself. There's no way she can know.
You're panicking about nothing. Just tell her you had to work a
little late.
But don't act nervous, or guilty. That's what might raise her
suspicions. Anyway, she knows I love her. I wouldn't do anything
to hurt her. I can't help it if Sholandra is . . . irresistible. I
can't help it that I'm such a . . . tramp. Such a sex fiend.
Nothing could have kept me off Sholandra, after she took her bra off
in the car that way.
But Laura felt devastatingly guilty. How would I feel if I
knew Trina was screwing somebody else, Rhonda, or somebody like
that, right before she came to see me? That she was so weak she
couldn't resist? I would be desolate. I love her.
And Trina was radiantly beautiful as she opened the door for
Laura. Shawna was glad to see her, and they had a very happy dinner
together. Trina accepted Laura's mumbled excuses so easily that
Laura's guilt gradually dissipated, and after an hour or so she
began to feel as if her scorching sexual encounter with Sholandra
had happened days, not hours, ago.
Trina put Shawna to bed, then reappeared about ten minutes
later wearing an enchanting peach-hued wispy babydoll nightie.
"What do you think?" she asked coyly, modeling it. "I got it
just for you."
"Oh my god," Laura said, tears of confusion coming to her eyes
briefly as she realized how beautiful this woman was, and how she
herself had jeopardized their relationship only a while ago. "You
are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
"Oh . . . you only saying that," Trina scoffed. "Makin' me
blush again."
But Trina's jutting breasts and protruding black nipples, and
the slenderness of her waist, and her swelling hips, and her
incredible smooth black skin were all silhouetted through the filmy
fabric, making her indeed, to Laura, the most exquisite thing she
had ever seen. With Sholandra Laura had come about five or six
times, but she could instantly feel the warm juices begin to flow as
she looked at Trina.
"I'm not just . . . saying it," she stammered, overcome with
desire.
She stood and walked over to Trina. They kissed very
sensually, and Laura let her hands explore the girl's body, first
outside, then inside the babydoll.
Trina took Laura's whole ear inside her mouth, kissing and
frenching it in a way that made Laura nearly come on the spot.
"You know, you better do me good tonight 'cause I feel like I
might be getting my period tomorrow," she whispered, following the
words with her tongue again.
"Ohhhh Jesus . . . you're almost making me come!" Laura
confessed.
"Come in the bedroom," Trina whispered. "We don't want the
baby to hear you."
How can I want this woman so much? Laura asked herself as she
stumbled toward the bedroom behind Trina, letting her eyes devour
the firm black moons of Trina's extraordinary bottom just beneath
the hem of the flimsy babydoll. She had her hands on them before
the door was even shut.
"Oh god, you're so beautiful," she gasped.
"Let me shut the door," Trina giggled softly. "You a sex
maniac, Laura."
"You have the most beautiful ass I ever saw," Laura panted,
pushing Trina forward face down on the bed with her naked ass
perched on the edge of the mattress.
Laura was a quick, hot whirlwind of lust. Without even
removing her own clothes or Trina's nightie, she fell to her knees
beside the bed and pushed her face into Trina's crotch, kneading and
squeezing the firm, dark globes of Trina's spectacular ass and
driving her tongue up into Trina's streaming wet pussy.
"God, honey, you're really wet, you want me to eat you, don't
you, eat you and fuck you and do it fast, don't you," Laura murmured
to her.
Trina could do nothing but squirm and whimper uncontrollably,
pushing her ass and pussy back into Laura's mouth and fingers,
swirling her ass and moaning each time Laura's clever tongue swiped
quickly across her swollen clit. Laura knew just what would blow
the top off, and she went for it eagerly.
She slipped two fingers up into Trina's warm, slippery cunt,
and began fucking her with them. At the same time, she found the
girl's tiny, pinched-closed rectum and began to tickle it with her
tongue, finally wriggling her tongue inside. Trina nearly went
crazy and came in five seconds, a whinnying seizure of ecstacy, her
squeals muffled only by the bedspread as she pushed her face into
it, trying not to wake her daughter as Laura killed her with hot
fucking.
"Anngghiiieeee!" she wailed, thrashing and writhing as Laura's
tongue slithered in and out of her ass and Laura's fingers rubbed
her clit. "Unghh! Ohnngg oh shit unngghiiieee!"
Trina lay there face down on the bed, still quivering from the
powerful orgasm that had just shaken her body. But Laura could not
stop; she wanted the girl, completely, wanted to consume Trina.
Somehow her guilt made her want to rape Trina and at the same time
bring Trina to the most unimaginable ecstacy possible, as if by
doing it she would obliterate her own betrayal.
She pulled the babydoll up over Trina's head, rolling Trina
onto her back and scooping her large, luscious breasts up in her
hands, devouring Trina's huge, bulbous, gleaming nipples hungrily.
Trina was used to Laura's passion for her, but she had never seen it
become quite this intense, as if Laura had gone briefly mad with
sex. But she was in no position to refuse. Her body responded
quickly to Laura's caresses, and in a few minutes she was coming
again.
Laura slipped down between Trina's thighs and licked her pussy
until she came extravagantly, biting her own wrist to keep from
crying out. She whimpered and whinnied through another three
orgasms before Laura would let up. And as she lay beside the
beautiful girl, kissing her, murmuring her love, caressing her
peerless flesh, Laura realized with shock that she was still
completely clothed herself.
God, it must seem like a rape or something, she thought. I
didn't even bother to take my clothes off.
Even though she had been half-consumed by the hot whirlwind of
Laura's lust, Trina suddenly realized it too. Her hand went up to
Laura's blouse.
"Goodness, hon', you must've wanted me bad," she said, half-
grinning.
"I always want you bad," Laura said honestly.
"Well, we'll just have to do something about that," Trina
said, beginning to undress Laura.
These moments were absolutely thrilling for them both, since
Trina took her time, kissing and stroking every inch of Laura's skin
as it came into view, and Laura was already frightfully aroused from
her rape of Trina. She watched Trina's sensual lips closing over
one of her nipples, feeling it being sucked into Trina's warm, wet
mouth, feeling Trina's tongue swirling around it, then pinching it
up against the back of Trina's front teeth.
The sensation itself nearly made her come. "Unhhh! Oh!" she
gasped, biting her lower lip.
"Oh, does that hurt?" Trina asked, worried.
"God, no, it feels wonderful," Laura panted. "You're going to
make me come, if you keep it up."
"I am going to keep it up. But first I'm going to kiss you
all over," Trina purred, sliding further down Laura's quivering
body.
She was tugging Laura's panties down her thighs when she
noticed the tear in them. "Uh oh, you ripped these somewhere,
hon'," she said.
Laura was mortified. She had been in such a panic at
Sholandra's apartment that she had pulled on her panties without
even noticing that they were ripped. It was a gaping tear, too,
where Sholandra had torn them trying to get them off.
Oh god! she thought, trying to remain calm. "Gosh, I don't
know how," she said, still panting and aroused from Trina's
caresses.
But Trina wasn't in the mood to pause either. Her lips were
on Laura's smooth belly, on Laura's inner thighs, and Laura was back
in heaven, groaning softly as Trina's lips finally reached her wet,
blossoming pussy.
"Oh god . . . I'm so close . . . so close . . . oh god Trina
oh yes! Oh god I love you . . . oh oh aunngghhh!"
Laura came almost before she knew she was going to come.
Trina's tongue grazed her clit, then bore down on it hard, sawing
back and forth, and Laura simply exploded in a hot gusher of coming.
Her body arched, shuddering and straining, and the sweet spasms
shook her violently.
She fell back to the bed, still panting and moaning, overcome
with deep love for Trina, so glad that this moment had obliterated
her earlier rashness with Sholandra. Trina, like Laura, was not
easily satisfied, and continued to kiss her, returning to her
breasts, fondling Laura's pussy with one hand, bringing her back up
to another level of excitement.
Laura knew she would come again, any second. Her emotions
were focused entirely on Trina, and her body responded to Trina's
slightest touch.
"Ohhhh god . . . it feels so good!" she sighed.
"You gon' come again, hon'," Trina whispered.
"Yes."
"Roll over and let me do you from behind. I want to kiss your
beautiful bottom."
Laura did as asked, and Trina began by exploring her entire
back, kissing her way along it until she finally stopped, touching
the back of Laura's shoulders with her finger.
"What happened here?" she murmured. "Looks like you got
scratched or something."
A fresh jolt of cold panic squirted through Laura, completely
neutralizing her sexual arousal. Oh god! she thought, realizing
what had happened.
"I . . . don't know," she stammered clumsily, trying to look
back over her shoulder.
"How could somebody scratch you there, and you wouldn't know
it?" Trina frowned, becoming increasingly suspicious.
She pulled away from Laura, suddenly understanding completely.
Laura turned on her side, her face imploring Trina not to go there,
not to push it any farther. I love you, I love you, her eyes told
Trina. I didn't mean for it to happen!
Trina looked at her coldly, unsmiling. Laura could see the
wheels turning.
"You didn't have those last night when you were here," she
almost whispered. "You couldn't have done them to yourself."
Laura looked down at the bedspread. "Please forgive me."
"Was it that high yella girl I saw you with?" The pain in
Trina's dark eyes was very evident.
Laura shook her head. "I never see her. She lives in
Minneapolis."
"Somebody else I don't know, then."
Laura nodded her head slowly. Two big tears began sliding
down both of her cheeks.
Trina was silent for a long, agonizingly long time. "I know
you're not a saint, Laura. I'm not, either. But this whole thing
with you, I had to change a lot of myself for that. I loved you."
The past tense shocked Laura, who looked at her now in true
agony.
"I know she was probably a friend from before . . . us. But
you should have said no."
"I know," Laura swallowed. Her cheeks were now slick with
tears.
"Think you'd better go."
"Trina . . ."
Trina turned away. She slipped off the bed and over to her
closet, quickly drawing on a bathrobe to cover her naked body.
Laura suddenly felt very naked, alone on the bed.
"Trina, let me explain," she said, choking back potential
sobs.
"Nothing to explain." When Trina turned to face her again,
Laura saw her cheeks wet with tears too. "You did it with her,
didn't you? Those scratches are fresh. You two must've done it
right before you came over here. That's why you were late, right?
Must've been some tussle too if she scratched you that way and you
didn't even know it. Tore your panties, too. Laura, you worse than
a man."
Now Laura could not stop crying.
"You'll wake the baby," Trina shushed her.
"I love her too," Laura cried, wracked with sobs she tried to
suck back, to muffle.
"Shoulda thought of that," Trina said, turning away.
Laura knew that she was hurt to the quick by this. She had
trusted Laura completely. Tears were pouring down her cheeks, but
she never sobbed.
"Get out my house, Laura," she said softly, glaring at Laura.
"Better leave now. Now."
Laura gathered up her clothes and put them on. She tried to
stop feeling sorry for herself. I deserve this, she thought. I
deserve it. I brought it on myself. She has a right to feel deeply
injured by me.
Trina waited by the front door, holding it open a crack, as
Laura emerged from the bedroom. Laura stopped and tried to caress
her cheek. Trina shook her head.
"Don't touch me."
"I . . . I'm sorry."
"Maybe you are. Don't make no difference."
"I love you. I'm not lying."
Trina simply stared at her, saying nothing.
"What are you going to tell Shawna?"
"I'll think of something."
"Trina, I---"
Trina simply gestured with her head, indicating that Laura
must leave. Laura stepped into the hall. The door closed behind
her.