Keywords: FF, cons
Part: Chapter 122
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 122
Immediately she had second thoughts. She recalled the sick
jealousy she had felt only weeks ago at the mere thought of
Sholandra naked in Rhonda's arms, or of Rhonda's tongue in
Sholandra's sweet pussy, or of Rhonda sucking those incredible big
soft black nipples. How could I ever give her up? Laura thought in
a sharp fit of anguish. How could I have suggested it?
Even though it was nearly midnight, Trina was still awake.
Laura had promised she would call.
"Must be some project," Trina said suspiciously. "Who is this
boss? He a dude?"
"His name is Mel Fraser, and he's about sixty and very fat,"
Laura said, happy that she could say something truthful.
"You don't really like dudes anyway," Trina said, still
somewhat prickly.
Laura, even though she was alone in the dark in her own
apartment, could feel herself flushing hotly with shame. If Trina
could have seen her an hour ago, fucking frantically with two other
beautiful women, both from work, too, she would have . . .
Oh never mind! Laura thought, barging on ahead. "No, I don't.
I love you. I wish I could see you right now."
"You could. Why not come over?"
"I'm dead tired. You must be too, waiting up for me like
this."
"Am kinda tired."
They agreed that Laura could come for dinner the next evening.
She did, and after Shawna went to bed they nearly took each other
apart in Trina's bed. It was as if Laura's night with Barbara and
Rhonda had never happened.
And then, before anything could transpire with Sholandra,
Laura was sent to Detroit to represent her company at a trade and
fashion show sponsored by a huge automotive company. She would be
gone a week and just managed to squeeze in one more hot tryst with
Trina on the evening before leaving.
She knew Detroit was not far from Flint and phoned Brandi but
got her answering machine. "Hi, I'm in New York, trying for Ms.
Olympia Seven. Root for me. Be back by October first."
And so she resigned herself to a week's worth of loneliness
and work. At the show all the top models were there. She saw Naomi
Campbell and wanted desperately to sleep with her, but she seemed a
genuine airhead and was surrounded by sickening toadies. Laura knew
she would have no chance, even if Naomi did happen to like girls.
She also met the real Stephanie Seymour, who was aloof and icy
to her, and seemed to think Laura had purposely tried to rip off her
look. It was very disappointing and demoralizing, and Laura had
gone back to her room wanting to cut her hair, anything not to look
like that very haughty bitch.
But then at one event she saw Alison Sax. She knew nothing
about Alison Sax, who was a white girl, about nineteen, gorgeous
but not the type Laura would ever expect herself to fall for. She
was a model too, but not the traditional willowy type. Instead she
was tall and thin but obviously had large breasts. She also had the
most sensual mouth Laura had ever seen, and deep, large, soulful
brown eyes.
There was something about her that immediately electrified
Laura, and she recognized it for what it was. It perplexed her.
She had not even wanted Rhonda, her only white girl, until events
sort of threw them together. But now she couldn't keep her eyes off
Alison. Alison, of course, was not blonde. Her hair was a rich
chestnut, and her beautiful smooth skin was tanned a rich light
brown.
I've got to meet her, Laura thought. Even if it's only to see
her up close.
And through her connections, she managed to do just that.
Their was a cocktail reception that evening where Alison would be,
and Laura wangled an invitation. Her immediate problem was keeping
the men away from her, since she was drop dead gorgeous herself.
But she did finally also manage to get introduced to Alison, who was
bored and caustic about the party.
"They didn't tell me I had to put up with this shit too," she
confided to Laura.
Laura was dazzled. The girl was just that, a girl, nineteen,
ten years Laura's junior. But she was so fresh and sensual, and her
body so alluring, that Laura was almost jelly from wanting her so
badly.
"It's the price you pay for being famous," she commiserated.
"Famous, right," Alison said, scornfully. "They all want to
fuck me, pardon my language. Look at them. The men and the women.
My pictures are all over the Internet. You've probably seen them
yourself."
"Actually, I haven't," Laura confessed.
"Really? I thought everybody had."
I wish I had, Laura thought. Are you naked in them?
"Oh well, you're very beautiful. You can't blame them for
being human."
"I can too. They're a bunch of disgusting voyeurs. Look at
them. They want to fuck you, too. Because you look like Stephanie.
She must hate you."
"I think you're right. She was very cold when we met."
"I think you're cool, though. Can't we get out of here?"
"Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere they can't find me."
"I guess we can't go for a drive. I don't know a thing about
Detroit. I'd get lost."
"Me too," Alison pouted. "Let's go to your room and watch a
movie on TV. They'd find me in my room."
Laura's heart fluttered. But she told herself to be calm.
Alison hated the fact that everybody wanted to fuck her, which to
Laura appeared to be true. Even I do, she thought. But I must not
let it show.
Despite their age difference, they seemed to get along very
well together. They slipped surreptitiously out of the party and
went to Laura's room. Laura ordered champagne and popcorn from room
service, while Alison picked out a SpectraVision movie she wanted to
see.
She was actually very relaxed and funny when alone with Laura,
away from the obligations that made her irritable. And she reminded
Laura of Chanitra in her fresh, outrageously candid ways, her almost
astonishing lack of reserve. And of course, they were nearly the
same age since Chanitra was now eighteen.
"You must be the only person in the world who's never seen my
naked body," Alison said at one point.
"Really?"
"I've got my own fucking web page and everything. I mean,
some asshole has collected all these pictures of me naked and put
them there so any weirdo can whack off his weenie while he's staring
at my boobs."
"Disgusting," Laura said.
"Tell me about it."
"Are there a lot of pictures of you naked?"
"Maybe one hundred or more. But they're not those creepy look-
at-my-pussy type pictures. They're fashion pictures. I have great
boobs. Photographers like to take pictures of them. I can't
believe you haven't seen them. Everybody has. I'm like second to
Pam Anderson as queen of the fucking World Wide Web."
If anything, it made Laura more curious than ever.
Laura tried not to stare at Alison. She was very puzzled at
finding the girl so fiercely attractive physically. It must be her
mouth and her eyes, she thought. Those big limpid brown eyes. That
incredible mouth. And maybe those fantastic boobs. But she didn't
trust herself even to glance at Alison's body after what Alison had
said at the party. I'm one, Laura thought. Here she is thinking
everything is okay, but she's locked up in my hotel room with me,
and I want to fuck her. Bad.
Fortunately, perhaps for them both, Alison fell asleep on one
of the king-sized beds after only one glass of champagne. In her
sleep she was marvelously fetching and angelic.
Laura, who naturally had her laptop computer with her, took
the opportunity to logon to the Web and try to find the pictures.
It was quite easy. Before she knew it she was looking at Alison's
gorgeous naked body.
Alison was right. She did have 'great boobs.' They were full
and hard and perfectly round, with big dark brown nipples, bigger
than silver dollars. Looking at them made Laura tingle. She could
hear Alison's regular breathing from the bed. She's right there.
Unable to restrain herself, Laura turned down the light to dim
and lay down beside Alison on the bed but not touching her. She just
watched her sleep. Alison was fully clothed in clothes that revealed
nothing, and so there was no way Laura could look at her body.
After a few minutes, with no warning, Alison opened her eyes. She
stared expressionless at Laura.
"Are you a lesbian?" she asked softly, not reproachfully.
Laura shook her head no, lying as she usually did when asked.
"Then why are you lying here?"
"You're very beautiful when you sleep."
"You want to fuck me, don't you. Just like the others."
Laura blinked and swallowed. "You're very beautiful."
"So are you. I don't want to fuck you."
"You don't?" Laura asked, as if hurt, but half-teasing.
Alison said nothing. Then, "Do you want to see my boobs?
You're the only person alive who hasn't seen them."
Understanding dawned on Laura. This was the way they would
get into it. No mention. Do you want to see my boobs. That was
all.
"Yes," she whispered.
Alison sat up on the bed. Slowly, enjoying every second, she
removed her shirt. She wore a black bra that dipped between them.
"Can I unfasten it?" Laura asked.
Now Alison's eyes smoked with sex. There was no longer any
disguising what they were about to do. She twisted, turning her
back to Laura, pulling up the curtain of her rich chestnut hair with
one hand to expose the clasp.
Laura unclasped it. Alison let the hair fall back. The loose
bra straps slid down her arms. She turned back to Laura.
No photograph could ever capture the perfection of Alison's
breasts, Laura realized as she saw them. Eat your hearts out,
fellas. Pictures won't do it.
"You're right. They are exquisitely beautiful."
"You probably want to touch."
"I . . . was thinking of it."
Their eyes locked together, pulsing hotly.
"I've never done it with a woman," Alison said.
Laura raised her fingers to the girl's incredibly sensual
mouth. "I want to kiss you."
"You can."
Laura leaned forward and her lips curved easily into Alison's,
who responded immediately. Her mouth opened to Laura's tongue, and
they kissed in a slow, emotional way for a full minute before
stopping. Alison's eyes were slightly glazed as she pulled her mouth
back from Laura's.
"You're nice, Laura. I think I'm going to like you."
Laura cupped Alison's wonderfully firm breasts in her palms.
She kissed Alison again while running her fingertips over Alison's
nipples. Alison shivered.
"That feels good."
Laura kissed her neck, her throat. "Can I kiss these?" she
asked.
Alison nodded.
As she knew with several of her other lovers, Laura knew that
men had devoured these luscious, beautiful breasts before. She was
determined to be different, to give Alison the benefit of her
considerable skill. So she did not immediately begin to suck and
swallow them hungrily. Instead she made love painstakingly to each
large nipple with her tongue.
After a minute of it, Alison was whimpering. She looked down
at Laura's tongue caressing her nipples, fascinated by Laura's
patience and the sensations the tip of her tongue aroused.
"Ohhh . . . Laura," she breathed, throwing her head back.
Now Laura began to suck them while she squeezed the incredibly
firm globes. She took Alison's nipples all the way into her mouth,
tonguing them passionately. Alison grew very aroused.
She grabbed Laura's head and brought Laura's mouth up to hers,
kissing Laura, her mouth almost scorching Laura's. "You've still
got your clothes on," she panted, hastily unbuttoning Laura's
blouse.
"You do too," Laura giggled softly as she unzippered Alison's
skirt.
Not bothering to control their eagerness, they undressed one
another frantically. Finally naked, they embraced lying side by
side on the bed, kissing now more heatedly then ever, their naked
bodies coiling together. Laura was not finished by a long shot with
Alison's incredible breasts, and she lowered her mouth to them again,
now sucking Alison's nipples more aggressively, bringing low, excited
moans from Alison's throat.
When Alison's wet nipples were hard and pointing, Laura slipped
lower. The girl had a delicious body, and Laura explored everything
on her way down, until her lips were only inches from the puckering,
wet, open crease of Alison's inflamed pussy. But before she could
lick it, Alison reached down and pulled up Laura's head with both
hands.
"It . . . takes me a long time to come," she panted softly,
her large brown eyes murky with hot lust.
"Girl," Laura whispered, "it's going to take you about ten
seconds."
She knew that it probably did usually take Alison a long time.
She had heard that before. But she also knew the state of arousal
Alison was in, and she knew her own skills. Kissing the girl's sleek
inner thighs and teasing Alison's pussylips with her fingers, she
brought her back slowly to a fierce pitch of sexual tension.
Alison, you are going to come fast, fast, as fast as I let you
come, she thought. Alison was going wild, twisting, whimpering, her
hips churning. She squeezed her own luscious breasts with her hands
and pulled her own nipples.
"Oh god . . . oh Laura oh god . . ." she panted, completely
out of control.
Laura was now licking her beautiful wet pussy, bringing her
closer, closer. She knew Alison would come now, whenever she gave
her the chance. She slipped her tongue into the juicy pink cleft,
then drew it up along Alison's swollen clit.
"Ahhnngggg!" Alison groaned, her beautiful body arching,
quivering. "Oh . . . please!"
It was such a beautiful moment that Laura wanted to prolong it
indefinitely. Alison would never be more beautiful than at this
moment, straining for release, every inch of her gorgeous body
yearning for the sweet explosion that Laura would cause. Laura slid
her hands under the marvelous firm moons of Alison's ass and clutched
them.
Now, Alison, now, honey, now do it now! she thought. She
kissed and then sucked Alison's clit, squeezing her asscheeks at the
same time. All it took was three quick sucks for Alison to come in a
shocking, wrenching convulsion.
"Auuggnhhhh!" she cried out.
Her body began to undulate, coming out of its first seizure,
and Laura's mouth was pressed passionately to her pussy as she came
in a powerful spasm. There was another fierce spasm, then another
as the orgasm ripped through her, finally leaving her slack and
gasping for breath, whimpering and sighing, bleary-eyed in amazement
and shock and suffering the aftershocks of a supreme ecstacy as
Laura embraced her and kissed her cheek.
Finally she caught her breath. "How did you make it happen so
fast?" she asked Laura in a hushed, stunned voice. "I can't even
make myself come that fast."
"Oh . . . it wasn't so fast," Laura said softly. "We sort of
built up to it. You were ready."
"Tell me about it," Alison beamed. "God, I never came like
that."
"You were very beautiful."
"Don't say that," Alison frowned. "Everybody says that."
Laura kissed her. "I'm different from 'everybody'."
"You sure are."
"Can I put my pussy against your pussy?" Laura asked softly,
kissing Alison's ear, insinuating her tongue into it behind her
words.
"Wow, of course. Please. I never thought of such a thing."
Laura kissed her again. She was so delightfully fresh, like
Chanitra. And had such a smashing body.
"How do we do this?" she asked.
"You just lie there, and I'll do it," Laura said, moving her
legs to bring her crotch close to Alison's.
"Don't I get to do anything?"
Laura smiled. "You get to come again. How about that?"
Alison shook her head. "I never come more than once."
"Until now," Laura grinned, pushing her wet pussy into
Alison's, watching an expression of sublime pleasure pass over
Alison's features as the sensation hit her.
"Oh Jesus," Alison gasped.
Laura too almost fainted from the intense pleasure of feeling
Alison's warm, wet, naked pussy against her own. For a brief second
neither of them moved. They didn't want to spoil the intensity of
it.
But then Laura began to slide her slippery pussy across
Alison's, back and forth, and they both nearly came unglued. Alison
began to moan and writhe under Laura, more desireable than ever now
in her sexual frenzy. Laura like fucking this way because she could
watch her partner's breasts move and see the expression on her face.
She recalled how Barbara had fucked Rhonda this way only days ago,
and now her eyes were locked with Alison's as they gyrated their
pelvises in rhythm, arousing one another to higher and hotter
levels.
Both of them were really wet, and their pussies slid easily
together, the wet warm slimy tissue mashing and mingling until they
were both in an uncontrollable state. Alison was nearly out of her
mind, whimpering wildy as she pumped her pussy up into Laura's, her
large brown eyes throbbing, her lovely breasts jiggling and swaying
as Laura met her upward thrusts with downward grinding thrusts of
her own.
"Ungghhh oh Laura ungghh oh shit oh yes ungghh!" Alison gasped,
again pinching her own large nipples with one hand as she fucked
back up into Laura vigorously.
"Ohhh oh god . . . honey yes, unghh! Oh yes unghh! Ungghh!"
Laura grunted softly, feeling the honeyfire flow through her body in
advance of a scorching climax, which she knew was only seconds off.
Their eyes were locked. It was crackling, exciting soul-
fucking, and Alison was being initiated into a heaven she had never
known existed by Laura, who fucked her skillfully, until both of
them went increasingly out of control. Now the bed was shaking.
They were swirling their wet pussies together frantically, gyrating
and moaning, biting their lips, panting, their bodies surging
together.
"Oh . . . oh god, Laura, I'm going to come again!" Alison
gasped, as if stunned by the knowledge.
"Yes, baby, yes baby," Laura panted, pushing her pussy into
Alison's, almost coming herself. "Do it . . . now now now!"
"Auungghhh! Oh!" Alison cried out.
Laura was right with her. The hot jolts hit her at the same
time. "Ungghh! Oh . . . god yes ungghhh! Oh . . . aunngghhh!" she
moaned, coming with Alison, their shuddering bodies twisting together
in a fierce shared climax.
Laura, who had not come until now, was not willing to let it
go with one quick spasm of ecstacy, not when Alison was so beautiful,
and so pliant and sweet and eager. She knew she could come again,
quickly, and she moved forward on top of Alison's still-undulating
body, kissing Alison, and scissoring Alison's sleek tanned thigh with
her own, pushing her pussy into it and dropping her hand to Alison's
flooding pussy at the same time.
"Oh baby oh baby oh Alison again again," she panted. "Come
again, come with me, we can come again, oh you beauiful girl, oh
Alison yes yes!"
And Alison was completely Laura's, her body vibrating totally
to Laura's rhythm, her thigh hard and smooth, not Brandi's massive
iron thigh, but still wonderful as Laura ran her drenched pussy up
and down it. In only about fifteen seconds they were both coming
again, moaning uncontrollably into each other's neck, quivering and
gasping as each fresh, even more intense spasms rocked them.
"God, I didn't know sex could be like this," Alison confessed
to her when they finally recovered their senses.
Obviously, my pet, you haven't discovered the rope, the
clamps, and the butterfly, Laura thought, smiling to herself.
Still, she knew it had been an extra-intense whirlwind of fucking
for Alison, and it was not over yet. Alison did not leave until
midnight, when they both realized they needed sleep before tomorrow.
But by that time she had come eight times, a far cry from the single
climax she believed herself capable of.
During the last two days of the event, Laura and Alison
retreated to Laura's hotel room and fucked whenever they had the
chance, night or day. During one of these sessions Alison had ten
orgasms.
"I'll never be able to go to bed with a guy again," she
confessed to Laura. "They'll never be able to do this to me."
"Maybe not," Laura said. "But they can still be worth it."
"I can't believe you'd say that. You're a lesbian."
Laura smiled ruefully. "Girls like you make me quiver and
shiver, that's true," she grinned. "But I like men too."
"Really?"
Laura nodded. "You shouldn't give them up unless you really
want to. You're . . . young."
"I know. But the thought of never seeing you again makes me
sick," Alison said.
Laura wrote her phone number on the back of her business card
and handed it to Alison. "When you get to San Francisco, you call
me."
"Really? You won't mind?"
Fortunately for her, Alison was already dressed, and so was
Laura. Otherwise, Laura knew they would have ended up back in the
bed at that very moment. She felt like raping the beautiful girl on
the spot.
"I won't mind. Now kiss me like you mean it, and get
downstairs to that show."
A big tear formed under one of Alison's eyes, then rolled down
her cheek. "I mean it. Laura, I---"
"Don't get sentimental on me, hon'," Laura winked, hating
herself for using Trina's endearment for her in connection with this
sweet sweet girl she had just fucked umpteen times.
They hugged. They kissed, searchingly, soulfully.
"Come visit me," Laura whispered.
"I will," Alison breathed. "I really will."