part: Chapter 1
author: Miranda Mars
title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Laura Robbins was leaving work one evening in a howling
rainstorm when she nearly stumbled over the new secretary, Karen
Washington, on the wet sidewalk in front of the highrise building
where they both worked. The spike heel of Karen's shoe had caught
in the sidewalk grate, twisting her ankle and spilling her to the
ground. She was moaning with pain, soaked, and shivering with cold.
Laura bent down. She barely knew Karen, who had only been with
the company a few days.
"Can I help?" she asked.
"God, I really sprained it, I think," Karen whimpered, her dark
eyes flickering with pain.
Karen was black and gorgeous. Even Laura, who was gorgeous
herself, had noticed it. I guess you always notice the competition,
she had thought a few days earlier when she had caught herself
looking extra hard at Karen's incredible body as the black girl had
walked down the corridor in front of her.
Karen's face was exquisitely beautiful. She had high model's
cheekbones and full, sensual lips; sparkling, intelligent brown eyes,
a high forehead, and a swan-like neck. Her breasts were high and
hard, her waist tiny, her ass a miracle of round sculpted flesh, and
her legs long, shapely, and glossy black. Laura had thought that men
must feel a throbbing between their thighs when they looked at her.
And she herself had looked extra-long, then turned away, half-
embarrassed, hoping no one had see her.
But now Karen was helpless, and moaning with pain. Both of
them grew wetter by the moment as long as they stayed there on the
sidewalk.
"Maybe if I can get a cab, we can go somewhere and try to let
it get better," Laura said. "I mean, I don't have anything planned
for tonight. I've got it, why don't you come over to my place and
you can just sit there and I'll make some dinner."
Karen smiled through her pain. "You'd really do that?"
"Of course. I insist. What else are you going to do, just sit
here and drown?"
Karen managed another pained smile. Laura flagged down a cab.
They were usually hard to find when it rained, but being a stunning
honey-blonde didn't hurt. She took off her coat so that her figure
would be more visible, then yelled and waved. Two cabs stopped.
She helped Karen into one, then climbed in herself.
Now, of course, they were both soaked. Fortunately, it took
just ten minutes to get to Laura's apartment house. In another two
minutes they were inside, and she was turning on the heater.
"God, we're two drowned rats," she laughed, helping Karen to a
chair near the heater.
"Speak for yourself, girl," Karen said. "I may be wet, but
I'm no rat."
"We're both going to catch pneumonia, though, if we don't
change into something dry," Laura said. "I'll get you a robe or
something. Just get out of those wet clothes."
She went into her bedroom and searched through her closet. She
took her best bathrobe and returned to the livingroom with it, just
in time to see Karen pull her wet blouse over her head. The contrast
of her stark white bra and her velvety, gleaming black skin made
Laura's throat catch. Oh gosh, what am I doing? she asked herself,
shaking it off. I've seen girls' bodies before.
But she tried very hard not to look at the way Karen's breasts
filled the cups of her bra, or at the shadowy cleavage between them.
She took the robe to the girl, then turned away quickly since Karen
was unzipping her wet skirt. God, I just don't want to see her legs,
she thought. Too beautiful. Why am I feeling this way? Nervous.
Wanting to look at her. At her body. Why?
"I'll just . . . change," she murmured nervously. "Then we'll
see if we can do anything about that foot."
"Okay."
"Hurt?" She glanced furtively at Karen, who was down to her
underwear and had not put on the bathrobe yet.
"Not as bad as it did," Karen said. "I guess it's not broken."
Laura tried not to stare. But she could feel her blood
pounding, and her cunt pulsing excitedly, a situation that alarmed
and thrilled her. She could barely tear her eyes from Karen's
luscious near-naked body. Oh god, she thought. What am I doing?
In the bedroom she shed her own wet clothes and put on her old
bathrobe. Then she went into the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of
wine and two glasses. She poured wine for each of them.
"This will make it feel even better," she winked, handing Karen
a glass.
They drank and began to warm up. Laura tried not to think
about them both sitting there almost naked, drinking together. She
had never felt anything like this before, never even imagined it.
She was not a lesbian, and she had never wanted another girl, had
never even felt any curiosity about another girl. Until now.
But now . . . she kept wanting to look down at Karen's bare
legs when the skirts of Karen's robe fell open. She couldn't stop
staring at the girl's velvety black throat, or her jutting breasts
under the fabric of the bathrobe. What am I doing! she screamed
silently to herself. I'm not like this!
"Do you think we ought to put ice on it?" she asked Karen.
"I don't know. The swelling's gone down a little, I think."
"Can you walk on it?"
"I don't know."
Karen stood up, but she was a little tipsy from the wine. Her
ankle buckled and she almost fell to the floor. Quickly Laura jumped
up and caught her. It was a strong but awkward embrace. Their
cheeks grazed, and their faces were very close. Laura could feel
Karen's warm breath on her neck. Her blood raced.
"Oh!" Karen gasped, sagging in Laura's embrace.
"Here . . . god, you're going to fall," Laura said, trying not
to notice the resilient springiness of Karen's flesh under her
fingers.
Karen's incredible smooth neck was just an inch from her lips.
It was the hardest thing she had ever done not to kiss it. Gently,
she help the girl back into her seat.
"I guess that was the wrong thing to try," she said.
"I guess so," Karen grinned. "It's still pretty weak."
Laura could feel her face burning with shame and sexual
excitement. She made an excuse and went into the bathroom, shutting
the door. In the mirror, she tried to look herself in the eye
squarely. I wanted to kiss her! she realized. God! What's
happening! Kiss her! I've never felt like that! What if she sensed
it, or something?
Oh, it's just so crazy. I have to get control of myself. I
have to stop this. But every time I get close to her, I feel this .
. . this heat, this excitement, this . . . desire for her. I don't
believe it, but it's true. I want to . . . touch her.
Laura splashed cold water on her face, to calm herself and to
make the redness go away. Then she took a few deep breaths,
resolving to act normally (not like a secret lesbian, for god's
sake!), and returned to the livingroom.
This time Karen was sitting back in the chair with her long,
shapely black leg propped up on the ottoman. Her sleek, smooth calf
was well-muscled and tapered, her thigh glossy and hard. Laura could
feel a twinge of lust deep in her pussy, which she tried to ignore.
Don't! she told herself. Stop it!
Even worse, the bathrobe she had loaned Karen was gaping open,
showing the top fringes of the girl's white bra cups, and the bulging
tops of her breasts. Laura's pulse quickened, and she had to look
away. Every minute seemed to make things worse. What could she do
to stop it? She couldn't just kick Karen out.
"More wine?" she asked, pouring them both another glass,
thinking it might allay her nervousness.
They talked for a while about work, and men. It was a relief
to Laura that they were both attractive and could compare notes. At
least she'll know I'm not a lesbo, she thought. In case she caught
me staring at her.
But the wine loosened them up even further.
"Maybe you should soak that ankle," Laura suggested. "Or
better yet, I could rub it. Massage it. Maybe that would get it
back in working order."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Karen smiled, warmly, a trifle
ambiguously.
Laura knelt down by the ottoman. She took Karen's perfect
ankle in both hands and began rubbing it gently. But within seconds
she was so aroused that her hands began to shake. She was rubbing
part of the girl's delicious body, and there was no way she could
hide it from herself. Her heart thundered.
She rubbed Karen's firm, sleek calf too, even though it wasn't
her ankle.
"Ummmm, that feels good," Karen purred, confusing Laura
further.
Did she like it? Didn't she know that Karen's fingers were
straying from the wounded ankle? Her hands rose toward Karen's knee,
then dipped back again to her ankle. Then she gradually moved them
up again, rubbing Karen's calf, then her knee, then her hard, glossy
thigh. She glanced up briefly at the girl's face and saw that
Karen's eyes were closed and a blissful smile curved her sensual
lips.
But she was too frightened and ashamed to do anything else.
She dropped her hands again to the girl's perfect ankle. When she
next glanced up, she caught Karen looking at her. She hadn't realized
it, but her movements had loosened the lapels of her own robe, which
was gaping open, showing her bra too. Karen's eyes were focused
there, but she quickly looked up at Laura, seeming as embarrassed as
Laura herself had been earlier.
"You know . . ." Laura said hesitantly, "if it turns out that
you can't walk on this, I guess you could stay the night here. That
is, if you want to."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose, Laura. You've been so good to
me already."
Now Karen's eyes were murky and questioning, different than
before. Laura felt that something was passing between them that
neither one wanted to acknowledge. She looked down.
"You have such beautiful legs," she whispered. "I'll bet men
just . . . want to rape you when they see these."
God, what are you saying! she thought. It had come out of her
mouth before she could stop it. Karen just smiled. She shifted her
body in the chair and the skirts of her bathrobe fell open all the
way up to her hips, exposing her naked legs completely.
"Do you really think so?" she asked, almost coyly, enjoying the
titillation she was giving Laura.
Laura swallowed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak any
more. She had already botched things enough.
"Maybe if you soaked it, that might help," she said, standing
up. "Why don't you take a hot bath, soak it a little?"
"Gee, that sounds like a great idea."
"Great, I'll run the water for you, then come back and help you
in there."
Laura went to the bathroom and ran a tub full of water. She
tried not to focus too much on what was happening. After all, Karen
would be naked, in the bath. The prospects made her dizzy. She knew
now what she was feeling. There was no way she could deny it.
And when she returned to the livingroom, she suddenly felt weak
in the knees. Karen had shed the robe and wore nothing but her
bikini panties and her filmy white bra. Her stunning, dark, near-
naked body was completely visible, and Laura's hot blood began
pounding in wild, urgent frenzy.