Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 43
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 43
Her reunion with Brandi had been so thrilling, exhausting,
ecstatic that she had briefly forgotten about the encounter with
Arthur, though some of the bruises on her body remained for days.
Finally, they were gone. After Brandi, she went without sex for a
while. Yvette had been out of town on business, so fortunately
Laura did not run into her at work.
She did spend an evening with Rob, who somehow redeemed her
faith in men. He made her come repeatedly without the horrible
violence she had endured from Yvette's enraged husband. And Rob,
whose cock was even bigger than Arthur's, knew how to use it without
hurting her.
She also spent a hot after-school afternoon with Chanitra, who
somehow knew where to find Laura at lunch and had tempted her into
taking the afternoon off work. She couldn't resist Chanitra. One
glimpse of the girl's body was enough. They had spent hours of
exuberant fucking, and Laura had thought of Yvette only a couple of
times, and of the trouble they were in. Thank god you're not
married, she wanted to tell Chanitra.
But when Yvette returned from her business trip, Laura knew
she couldn't avoid the issue any longer. She got a call at her
desk.
"Meet me in Bob Scheinbaum's office," Yvette said in a
whisper.
"When?"
"Right now. He's out of town. His secretary is at lunch. No
one will see you."
"Yvette---"
"Please . . . Laura."
Her voice sounded so plangent with need and pain that Laura
couldn't refuse. She couldn't forget, either, the times they had
fucked passionately on the floors and sofas in the offices of out-
of-town executives.
"Where do you get the keys to these places?" she asked as
Yvette let her in and locked the door.
"I went to bed with the pompous old shit once," Yvette said.
"He's been trying to get me to do it again ever since."
Laura's eyes raised slightly. She was learning more about
Yvette. "How about the other two offices?"
Yvette smiled mysteriously. "Just friends."
She moved close, putting her arms on Laura's shoulders,
bringing her mouth close to Laura's. But Laura was stiff, cold,
unyielding.
"Did you go to bed with them too?" Laura asked, aware that she
was being gratuitously nasty in order to keep a distance between
them, and to counter her own desire.
"Why not?" Yvette's eyes twinkled with malice. "Every fat
old bag of shit around here wants to screw my hot black pussy. So
do you."
Laura blushed. The shoe fit very well, she knew. She gulped.
Yvette tried to kiss her, and she turned her head away. Suddenly,
the sharp, sarcastic Yvette changed. Her voice broke. Two huge
tears rolled down her cheeks.
"He told me," she sobbed softly. "Oh Laura."
"How did he find out?"
"Chanitra told him."
"Chanitra?" Laura was shocked. I just spent an afternoon
fucking with her. The little minx.
"She wants you for herself." Yvette dropped her arms from
Laura's shoulders and walked away, furtive, distant. "Did he . . .
hurt you?"
"Yes."
"Rape you?"
"Yes. He said next time he'd rape me, then kill me. I felt
like he meant it."
"He does." Yvette's big eyes were jeweled with tears. "But I
can't live without you."
Now she came over to Laura again. She embraced Laura and
kissed her, but Laura did not respond.
"Laura, please . . ."
"He'd probably kill you too."
"I know he would. He just about did already."
This got to Laura. She was able to stay distant from Yvette
until she imagined Arthur hurting her. She knew her feelings for
Yvette ran very deep.
"Oh baby," she said, involuntarily.
They came together, kissing heatedly, Laura kissing away
Yvette's tears.
"I want you," Yvette whimpered softly. "I want you bad."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"It's too dangerous."
"No one will know. Bob fucked me right there on that sofa
with his secretary sitting outside. She never knew a thing."
Laura walked away from her. She didn't like the way she felt
so tempted. She wanted Yvette too. It also hurt her to think of
Yvette being 'fucked right on that sofa' by anyone else.
"Yvette . . . we're putting both of our lives in danger."
"You mean Arthur? He doesn't know you work here. Nobody here
could tell him."
She walked over to Laura and started to unbutton the back of
Laura's blouse. But Laura pulled away again.
"No."
"Laura . . ."
"Yvette, we can't." Now Laura felt tears in her own eyes.
"Please," Yvette asked softly, eyes pleading.
Laura shook her head. She went to the door and let herself
out. Her eyes were clouded with tears, but she noticed that Bob
Scheinbaum's secretary had already returned from lunch, a thin but
shockingly beautiful black woman with chiseled features, a little
older than Yvette, probably in her early thirties, whom Laura had
never seen before. She smiled at the secretary, not daring to look
any longer at her, then fled down the hall before Yvette could
follow her.
But that Sunday afternoon Yvette showed up at her door.
"I can't let you in," Laura said, keeping the chain on, as she
always did now, after Arthur's visit. "This is even riskier than
the office. He might be following you."
"He's at the ballgame with a friend," Yvette snorted. "Let me
in. You know you want to."
Laura knew she was right. She wanted Yvette more than
anything. It had been weeks since they had made love in the hotel
room during lunch hour, fucking so tenderly and passionately that
they had surprised even themselves. But that had been before
Arthur.
Yvette leaned close to the door and whispered through the open
crack, so that the neighbors, if they were listening, couldn't hear.
"I'm wet for you. All I do is think of you. I masturbate in
the bathroom, thinking of you. I came in my sleep last night
dreaming of you. Please."
Laura's hand shook as she unfastened the chain. Yvette was
inside in a flash. Laura closed the bolt, and they were in each
other's arms, devouring one another. It felt like they hadn't been
together for months, instead of a couple of weeks. Kissing Laura
hungrily, Yvette also pulled Laura's loose sweatshirt up to her
neck, then pulled away only long enough to lift it over Laura's
head.
Laura wore no bra, and Yvette's hands scooped up her breasts,
while her mouth fell to them. They had not moved from the front
door. Yvette sucked Laura's nipples passionately, bringing small
helpless whimpers from Laura.
"Come to the bedroom," Laura whispered. "Please."
"Yes."
In Laura's bedroom, they quickly undressed each other. Having
Yvette's long, beautiful, naked body in her arms again made Laura
quiver with thrilling desire. She kissed Yvette's shoulders, her
neck, her throat, her chest, her breasts, sucking the plump black
nipples sharply.
They lay down together on the bed, eagerly caressing and
kissing each other, neither one willing to let the other take over.
"Oh god, Laura, I've wanted to fuck you so much," Yvette
panted, swarming all over Laura's body, making Laura yield to her
aggressive caresses.
Laura had no choice but to give in, and clearly Yvette was
intent on setting some sort of record. She did not let up until she
had brought Laura to six progressively more wrenching climaxes.
Laura could hardly believe the sexual whirlwind she had unleashed.
Yvette had always been a hot lover, but this time Laura was
astonished.
"What got into you?" she finally asked, after regaining her
breath, her body still tingling from her last, fierce orgasm.
"You didn't enjoy it?" Yvette looked worried.
Laura beamed at her. "I wish I could chain you to the bed and
make you do that to me every morning."
"I wish you could to," Yvette smiled back.
By now Laura had pulled the girl down onto her back. She
kissed Yvette everywhere, luxuriating in the feel of the girl's
smooth black skin under her lips.
"Ummmm . . . two can play that game, though," she murmured,
sliding between Yvette's yawning thighs.
"Oh! Oh god!" Yvette gasped as she felt Laura's mouth on her
pussy. "Oh! Oh please! Oh god oh Laura I'm going to . . . going
to come! Right now! Ungghhaaauughhiieee!"
Laura had been the one who had taught Yvette what she had done
to Laura first, the hot wild strings of coming, the relentless
pressure, until one explosion followed another, and she was able to
return the favor. Yvette had three more orgasms in quick
succession, followed by a final, excruciating climax that Laura let
build for several minutes, until Yvette, too, almost blacked out
from the intensity of it.
Laura let her rest for a few minutes. They coiled
languourously together, kissing and cooing, stroking and squeezing,
unable to get enough of each other.
"If I couldn't do this, I'd die," Yvette confessed.
"You wouldn't. You just wouldn't be this happy."
"I guess I am a lesbian."
"Who cares what it's called. We just like to fuck each
other."
They began kissing again and gradually worked into the sixty-
nine position, where they experienced a shared orgasm so shattering
that Laura was afraid the neighbors would be alarmed. Nevertheless,
she pushed on, knowing that Yvette was now primed for a string of g-
spot miracle orgasms.
Shifting around so that she could slide a finger up into
Yvette's cunt, she began by kissing the glistening, black-edged rose
petals, slipping her tongue in too, while rubbing Yvette's hard
little clit with the tip of one finger. In seconds Yvette was
churning her hips and moaning again, though she had exploded with
coming about two minutes earlier.
Has she forgotten that I can do this to her? Laura wondered as
she slid her forefinger up into the tight, juicy slit and rotated
it, knowing the tip of her finger was only a hair's breadth away
from the spot that would unleash a frenzied flurry of orgasms in
Yvette's long, lovely body. I haven't done it to her in a while.
Maybe she forgot. Oh baby, oh honey . . .
She bent her lips to Yvette's clit, sucking it and pressing
the g-spot hard with her finger at the same time. Yvette's body
nearly rose up off the bed as a whirlwind of coming suddenly
wrenched her.
"Oh! Nnnnnggeeeee! Oh . . . uummmmnnnggeeeee!" she cried
out, flipping and straining, shuddering violently as the spasms
ripped through her.
Again and again she came, as Laura turned up the heat,
devouring her clit and rubbing her secret spot roughly at the same
time, bringing a convulsive string of excruciating climaxes to
Yvette's thrashing, squirming body. There didn't seem to be any end
to them. Yvette moaned and shook and arched her back, pumping with
her pelvis, screaming as yet another climax wracked her flexing
body.
She must have had about four orgasms before Laura pulled back
and let her collapse on the bed, panting and sobbing and laughing
all at once from the release.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" Yvette gasped. "I didn't think you
could do that to me again!"
"I'm going to have to gag you before I do it to you next
time," Laura grinned, still overcome with deep affection for the
girl, kissing her lovely naked body and stroking it.
"God, that sounds so wonderfully kinky," Yvette smiled. "You
promise?"
A hot squirt of sexual excitement raced through Laura's cunt.
Do you think she'd really do it? she wondered, all her most
perverted sexual impulses suddenly surfacing. But then she saw
Yvette's face fall, and she knew it was too good to be true.
"But we have to . . . talk," Yvette said, reluctantly.
"I know."
Fresh tears filled her dark eyes. "Arthur threatened to take
my baby away from me, if I ever saw you again."
"Oh no."
"He said no court would let a lesbian keep her."
"He might be right."
For the next thirty minutes they talked, deeply gloomy, about
how they would not be able to do this again. Laura told Yvette
about Rina, how she had been murdered by her boyfriend, for sleeping
with Laura.
"I'd kill myself if that happened to you," she told Yvette.
"I can't risk losing my little girl," Yvette sobbed. "But . .
. if I thought I was never going to see you again, I'd die."
Somehow the sadness made their passion more acute than ever.
Even though they had both climaxed more than ten times, they
fell on each other again with a renewed fury of lust, fucking hard,
coming hard, and repeatedly, until they had nearly burned each other
out.
By the time Yvette left, each girl had emptied herself into
the other. They kissed, murmured deep love words to each other, and
parted, sure they would never share these intimate moments again.