Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 87
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 87
Two days later, Laura ran into Sholandra in the hall at work.
Both stopped. They looked at one another without speaking. The
emotional pain was palpable, and Laura was glad no one else was
close to them.
"I . . ." Laura began.
"Don't say anything," Sholandra said.
Her face revealed so much pain that Laura was afraid she might
cry. Laura felt like crying herself.
"I want to say something," she said.
"It'll hurt too much," Sholandra whispered.
"I don't want to hurt you. I want to . . . love you."
Sholandra's eyes glinted with fire. "You mean you want to
fuck me."
She said 'fuck' under her breath, as a sort of foul expletive,
dirty and perverted. Laura winced visibly.
Oh god! she thought, her eyes watering.
Both of them knew that Laura couldn't deny it. Both of them
also knew what she had meant.
"I . . . didn't mean to . . . bother you," Laura said, looking
away to stop her own tears, then quickly walking away too.
She could barely get through the rest of the day. Her stomach
roiled, her eyes burned, her head reeled with shock and sadness. If
only I didn't have to see her, she thought.
But at the end of the day, she drove her car to where she knew
Sholandra parked in the garage and waited by the small, shiny red
sports car. She remembered the time she had saved Sholandra in the
midst of a rape, right here, when Sholandra was being assaulted on
the hood of her own car.
She waited ten minutes before Sholandra showed up.
"What are you doing here?"
"I . . . don't know," Laura stammered. "I had to see you, I
guess."
Sholandra said nothing. She stared at Laura, her dark eyes
opaque, her sensual mouth expressionless, for once. Laura stared
back. They spoke only through their eyes. Finally, Sholandra
nodded toward her car.
"Want to go for a ride?"
Laura gulped. "Sure."
They got in the car, and Sholandra drove down the coast. She
drove fast. They did not speak at all, nor did she turn on the
radio. The only sound was the car and the wind. Soon it grew dark,
but Sholandra kept driving. When they reached Half Moon Bay, she
stopped at a turn-out overlooking the ocean.
"Are you hungry," she asked after a while.
"Not very," Laura said softly.
Again they didn't speak for about half an hour. It was about
eight-thirty, Laura realized from glancing at her watch. Sholandra
started the car without speaking and drove for a while until she
spotted a Best Western motel. She drove up to it, went in to the
Registration Desk, then returned. She drove around the building to
the rear and parked.
"Coming?" she asked, deadpan, holding up a room key.
Laura nodded.
She followed Sholandra to the room and went in behind her.
Sholandra turned on the light. Still they said nothing. Sholandra
turned to Laura.
"I love the way your hair streams out behind you from the
wind, in the car," she whispered.
"I love your hair," Laura murmured back. "I . . . like to put
my face in it. I like to touch it."
She reached out, but Sholandra deflected her hand. "Me
first."
Sholandra's hand came up and stroked Laura's thick mane of
silky auburn hair. She ran her fingers through it. Laura looked at
her. Sholandra's eyes were throbbing with a mixture of emotional
pain and sexual excitement. But she was no more excited than Laura
was.
Laura raised her hand to Sholandra's hair, and for several
minutes they caressed one another. Slowly, imperceptibly, their
faces drew closer together, until their lips met. It was a kiss
even more tentative and slow than their first kiss. We have so much
to reinvent and rediscover, Laura thought, as her tongue met
Sholandra's.
But the kiss grew hotter by the second, until they were both
breathing harder, probing more, their bodies coming together. Laura
kissed Sholandra's smooth cheek, her delectable neck. Sholandra's
lips found Laura's ear. She breathed hotly into it, sending Laura
up the wall.
"Don't say anything," she breathed.
"Okay."
The sexual shivers that rippled up and down Laura's body were
intense. She watched as Sholandra reached behind herself and began
unbuttoning her blouse. The girl knew how infatuated Laura was with
her body, and she took her time, watching Laura's eyes as more and
more of her skin came into view.
When she had it unbuttoned, she removed it and flung it into
an easy chair. Then, with a half-smile, she nodded for Laura to do
the same. Laura removed her own blouse with almost the same
exaggerated slowness and tantalization. As she unbuttoned it, her
eyes caressed Sholandra's upper body. Sholandra wore a bra she had
never seen before, a wonderful peach lacy thing that dipped between
her breasts and clasped at the bottom of the cups.
Laura herself wore a black lace bra that she knew looked
dangerously sexy on her. She saw that it had about the same effect
on Sholandra as Sholandra's had on her. She flung her own blouse
into the same chair, on top of Sholandra's.
Next they both removed their skirts, stockings, shoes the same
way: slowly, deliberately, their eyes fastened on each other. The
sexual tension in the small motel room was strung almost tighter
than Laura had ever felt it, certainly between the two of them.
Even when Sholandra had wanted to give in but wouldn't let herself,
the tension had never been this high.
When they were down to their underwear, Sholandra pulled down
the covers from the king-sized bed. She and Laura lay down face to
face on the sheet, still not speaking. Now they kissed again, a
long, infinitely tender kiss, an achingly sensitive kiss. When it
was over, Laura kissed Sholandra's beautiful neck and shoulders,
dropping her fingers to the bra clasp between the two cups.
It came loose easily. She pulled the lacy cups away and
kissed the valley between Sholandra's small, perfect breasts. Her
hands came up to them and covered them. She held one and moved her
mouth over to the large, soft, bulging black nipple. Only Karen had
nipples as large as this. She licked it lovingly, then sucked it
into her mouth, pinching it between her tongue and the roof of her
mouth as she sucked, bringing soft mewlings of pleasure from deep in
Sholandra's throat.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" Sholandra breathed, watching her naked
breast half-disappear into Laura's mouth.
Laura was in no hurry. She knew Sholandra was upset with her,
and her motive was to remind her that no one else would ever make
love to her this way but Laura. She sucked Sholandra's large, plump
nipple until it was stiff and very excited, then turn to her other
exquisite breast and sucked that nipple the same way.
Then she returned to the first, then back to the second, until
Sholandra was twisting and whimpering helplessly. She knew it would
take very little to make her erupt in coming, but before she could
slid her panties off, Sholandra had forced herself up over Laura,
shaking her head.
"Turn," she nearly whispered.
Obediently, Laura turned her back and let Sholandra unfasten
her bra. Now it was Sholandra's turn, and she gave Laura's breasts
the same treatment, making love to them until Laura too was shaking
and mewling helplessly, craving release, craving more, wanting
everything.
They looked at each other, their eyes swimming with
uncontrollable lust for each other. Slowly, they both slid their
panties down their legs. Then, as if reading one another's mind,
they slid their groins together, staring deep into each other's
eyes, until their oozing wet pussies met and squirmed together.
"Ohhh!" Laura gasped involuntarily.
"Unnhh! Oh . . . yes!" Sholandra gasped, her head falling
back.
Even though they had fucked several times before the incident
with Camille had briefly separated them, they had never done this
together. But Laura knew it was necessary now, that nothing could
be more intimate, a way of renewing the broken bond. She had never
felt a hotter, or a wetter, pussy against her own.
Both of them felt connected at the core, their nectar-slick,
swollen, molten pussylips kissing in the most intimate way possible.
They quickly grew delirious, almost half-mad with lust, since they
were already so aroused by their complex emotional reconnection and
from making love so elaborately and patiently to each other's
breasts.
Their bodies were literally on fire with need. Their hips
gyrated and churned in frantic but sympathetic rhythm, their groins
pumping and surging together, their small, hot cries and maniacal
groans intermingling in a wild crescendo. Laura held onto one of
Sholandra's beautifully shaped legs, kissing the remarkable smooth
dark calf whenever she briefly regained her senses, then biting her
lower lip as billows of sexual heat seemed to flow from Sholandra's
pussy into hers and spread through her quivering body.
Sholandra held Laura's leg too, doing the same things,
whimpering and kissing it, then moaning as the sensations became too
overwhelming.
"Laura . . . unnhhh . . . oh Laura!" she gasped.
"Oh! Oh . . . yes, honey, yes!" Laura panted, nearly fainting
as an ineffable ripple of sexual heat passed through her flesh.
As they twisted and writhed together, the bed began to creak
and shake under them. The had begun in a slow, sensual rhythm, but
now it was almost violent, a groaning, pumping frenzy as they both
neared a climax. They came at almost the same instant, an uprush of
explosive spasms that wrenched their striving bodies and tore
involuntary cries of ecstacy from their throats.
"Unnghhaauuggnhhhhiiee!" Laura cried out as the shock hit her.
"Oh! Oh! Onngghhmmnniieeee!" Sholandra half-screamed,
turning her face into the sheet to muffle her loud moans, jamming
her flaming pussy even harder into Laura's as the coming gripped
her.
As Laura had done a few times with Brandi, and as Jonelle
seemed to do often, Sholandra actually fainted briefly, blacking out
as the fierce sexual explosions overpowered her senses, then
drifting back to consciousness, dazed and stunned by her orgasm. It
took both of them almost a minute just to catch their breath and
recover from the aftershocks.
Then, with painstaking tenderness and slowness, they began to
disentangle their mated bodies, even wincing, both of them, as their
pussies came apart. Laura turned to face Sholandra and embraced
her. Sholandra was still dazed, her eyes red and unfocused.
Except for their uncontrollable sexual cries, they hadn't
spoken more than five words to each other since entering the motel
room, or for hours before either. Laura's voice sounded odd to them
both.
"Have you ever heard two cats doing it in the middle of the
night, outside your bedroom window?" she asked.
Sholandra smiled and nodded.
"I think we must've sounded like that. We must've given
everyone else staying here a thrill."
"I didn't see too many other cars," Sholandra said softly.
She stroked Laura's cheek with her forefinger. "You made me pass
out."
"You came hard."
"I never came so hard. Not even with you, before."
"Mmmmm, I'm glad you came to," Laura grinned, kissing her. "I
want more of you."
Sholandra broke into a broad grin, one Laura hadn't seen for a
long time now. "I know you, girl. You like to fuck and fuck," she
giggled.
"And I suppose you don't," Laura teased.
"You may not believe this, but I never cared much for it
before I met you. Sometimes it was okay, but with you . . .
everything is so different. I guess that's why I got so . . .
upset, you know?"
"I know. I get upset too. It upsets me to think that Rhonda
Reardon wants to get you into bed."
A slow smile spread across Sholandra's face. "She does,
doesn't she. How'd you know that?"
"I can tell when someone's trying to steal my heart, can't I?"
"I'm not your heart. What about the girl who gave you those
scratches?"
Laura blushed, looking down. She had taken great pains to
make sure that subject didn't come up. And yet here it was.
"Can I be honest with you?" she asked softly.
"You better be," Sholandra's eyes flashed.
"She's the wife of an old friend. He once talked me into, you
know, doing it with them both."
"Together?" Sholandra said, wide-eyed, scandalized.
Laura nodded.
"God, I don't believe it," Sholandra gasped. "You're amazing,
Laura."
Laura shook her head. "Anyway, she wanted to do it alone with
me."
"I don't blame her," Sholandra smiled. "Having got a taste of
your style myself."
"Oooohhh, flattery will get you more than you bargained for,
you delicious little tart," Laura giggled, pushing Sholandra down
onto her back and rolling over on top of her.
"Why, you gon' fuck me again, you gorgeous bisexual pervert?"
Sholandra teased.
"Ummmm, you'd better be careful or you might get more
perversion that you want," Laura purred, dropping her mouth again to
Sholandra's incredible plump nipples and sucking them eagerly.
"Ohhh!" Sholandra gasped, looking down at what Laura was doing
to her breasts. "From you I just think I might."
Laura had a mission, which was to make sure that Sholandra
would never be able to forsake this again in the future. This time
there was no mutual exchange of caresses. Instead, Laura made love
to Sholandra passionately, ingeniously, moving from her exquisite
breasts down to her flowing pussy and tonguing her into a delirium
of need.
But she didn't let her come right away. Instead, she toyed
with her until Sholandra was a quivering, moaning, whimpering basket
case, but a gorgeous one, so desirable that Laura finally had to
give in and let her come. But she knew this orgasm, like the first
one, would not be ordinary either.
Sholandra had a g-spot, which Laura had discovered early in
their sexual relationship, and this time, when she knew Sholandra
could wait no longer, Laura's finger went directly to it. At the
same time, she dropped her mouth to one delectable breast, sucking
Sholandra's nipple hard just at the same moment the tip of her
finger found the secret trigger.
Sholandra went off like a string of firecrackers. She came
quickly, in leaping convulsions, her ecstatic cries caught in her
throat as her body clenched and shuddered.
And Laura didn't let up, knowing the girl could come
repeatedly at this juncture, determined to squeeze as many orgasms
out of Sholandra's delectable body as she could. Sholandra was
gasping and moaning, barely recovered from this climax, while Laura
slid down between her thighs and began tonguing her clit at the same
time her finger continued to rub the inner wall of the girl's pussy,
pressing the magic spot vigorously.
"Auunngghhhh!" Sholandra cried out again, her body arching and
shuddering as another shocking orgasm gripped her. "Oh! Oh!"
She came twice this way, as Laura, sensing when the spasms
were beginning to wane, cranked up the heat again, sucking her clit
now and finger-fucking her hard. The second orgasm, really her
third, hit her even harder, crescendoing up from the last one and
throttling her with ecstacy. Her body clenched and quivered, and
soft, helpless cawing sounds escaped from her throat as she came.
"Oh baby . . . baby baby, you're going to come so hard," Laura
panted, licking Sholandra's very wet pussy now hungrily, and
greasing her forefinger with the copious juices, then sliding it
between Sholandra's sweet hard buns up into her ass, rotating it,
making Sholandra groan in fresh excitement.
"Unngghhhh . . . unnnunnn!" she grunted, mildly delirious, her
body completely in Laura's control.
Now Laura raped her with both hand and mouth, and Sholandra
erupted in a string of orgasms that seemed to go on and on, until
Laura was afraid she would genuinely faint, and slacked off, letting
the poor girl's body relax. Sholandra fell back to the bed, panting
desperately, whimpering softly, her lovely body still undulating as
the ripples of subsiding pleasure flowed through her lustrous flesh.
It took several minutes for her to recover. Laura held her
and stroked her body and kissed her cheek, her eyes, brushing the
hair away, her lips tenderly touching Sholandra's forehead.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured so softly it was almost
inaudible.
But Sholandra heard her, and smiled wanly. "Laura . . . you
scare me," she finally whispered, in a soft croak. "You make my
body do things I didn't know it could do. I thought the first time
we . . . you know, did it, that nothing could ever be that good.
And now . . . I just came about six times without even stopping."
"I thought you might faint," Laura confessed.
"I did too. How did you do that to me?"
"Mmmmmm," Laura nuzzled her neck. "How could I help myself?"
After these intense paroxysms of pleasure, they both seemed to
know that anything else would only be an anticlimax. But making
love to a beautiful woman always made Laura wildly horny again.
Sholandra sensed it, and she returned the favor, coaxing a fresh,
throbbing orgasm out of Laura with only the slightest effort, then
pushing on, as Laura had done with her, until Laura came again, a
more jolting, wrenching climax.
Finally, almost reluctantly, they pulled on their clothes and
got back into Sholandra's red sports car. She drove back to the
city with a perpetual smile on her face, her free hand in Laura's
when she didn't have to shift. When they drew near the office
building, she pulled over to the curb and shut off the engine.
Her eyes were blurred with tears as she turned her face to
Laura. "You're going to think I'm a sex fiend," she said hoarsely.
"Why?"
"I want to take you to my place and do it some more," she
smiled as the tears started streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh . . . baby, yes, yes!" Laura said, embracing her, kissing
the tears. "I do too."
"Really?"
Laura nodded. It was only about midnight. They drove to
Sholandra's apartment and resumed fucking, stopping only at dawn.
By then they were both so exhausted they could hardly sit up.
"Girl, you fucked my pussy until it's sore," Sholandra smiled.
"Nobody ever did that either."
"It'll look funny if we're both out sick," Laura murmured to
her.
"I know. I'll go in. Sore pussy and all. Hope nobody
watches me walk. They'll know what I been doing."
"We may as well both go in," Laura shrugged. "Can you stop by
my place for ten minutes so I can change?"
"Long as I sit in the car," Sholandra winked. "I don't trust
myself with you naked."
Laura blushed. It was flattering to be so craved by this
delicious girl. And when they got to her apartment, Sholandra
couldn't wait in the car. She came upstairs, brewing coffee while
Laura took a quick shower.
But then Laura was shocked to turn and find Sholandra,
completely naked, pulling aside the shower curtain and coming in
with her.
"Oh!" she said in surprise, but then their two wet bodies were
glued tightly together, their mouths drinking one another. "You
wanton little tart," Laura murmured, biting her earlobe.
"God . . . I can't help it. I want you to fuck me again,"
Sholandra panted, moaning as Laura scooped up one wet, beautiful
breast in her hand and tried to swallow the already sore nipple.
In seconds they were on the floor of the bathtub, the shower
streaming down on them as they licked and sucked the water from each
other's body. God, you wouldn't believe we've just been fucking
each other the past twelve hours, Laura thought. She licked the
beads of water from Sholandra's nipples, gagging softly with lust as
Sholandra's hand found her pussy and rubbed her clit.
"Oh god, fuck me, Laura!" she whimpered as they both began
urgently pumping and gasping, their hot panting intermingled with
the crashing of the shower water into the tub.
Sholandra's slippery, shiny dark skin under Laura's mouth and
hands drove Laura half-mad with desire, and the twisting and
tangling of their two slick bodies had them both on the verge of
coming very quickly. Each had her hand in the other's pussy, and
they pumped and rubbed each other frantically while kissing and
murmuring incoherently, groaning, drenched under the shower, both
consumed by wild sweet need and feeling.
Face to face, their eyes locked hypnotically in the chaos of
crashing water and hot pulsing sex, they came at nearly the same
second in sharp, squealing orgasms, their hot cries intermingling
and echoing off the bathroom tiles. Laura buried her face in
Sholandra's smooth neck, wincing and squealing helplessly.
"Nnngggiieeee!" Sholandra went off just a second later, her
lovely slick body flexing and shuddering as another fierce climax
shook her.
Their hot, excited cries intermingled with the shower noise,
and the orgasms, to Laura, seemed to last forever. She couldn't
remember having a more exciting sexual experience in her life. They
lay drenched and throbbing on the bathtub floor until finally Laura
reached up and shut off the faucets.
Sholandra was still panting, her eyes glazed and murky.
"Sorry . . . but I just had to," she said.
"Don't be sorry," Laura said, smiling, kissing her
passionately. "God, I've never done that before. It was
thrilling."
"It was, sort of, wasn't it," Sholandra grinned sheepishly.
"I feel like a sex fiend or something. I never did anything like
this either. I must have had about twenty-five orgasms since we ran
into each other last evening."
Laura nodded, wide-eyed. "Me too. Here, let's get out before
we freeze to death."
Teeth chattering, they helped one another from the tub and
dried each other off with Laura's huge, fluffy bathtowels. This too
was a mistake, for when Sholandra got to Laura's breasts she
couldn't keep her mouth off Laura's nipples. They were sore, but
Sholandra's lips and tongue made them pulse with flame.
And only seconds later they were doing sixty-nine on Laura's
bed, patiently, then more aggressively, bringing each other to a
final, excruciating explosion. It was ten minutes to eight before
they finally got dressed and headed for work. Laura found her
thoughts echoing Sholandra's words. She herself had had a few
sexual marathons in the past, with Karen, with Brandi, even with
Jonelle. But this certainly equaled any of them.
She had long ago lost count of her orgasms, but she knew that
like Sholandra's they had to be in the high twenties. The two were
ready to drop, but wildly happy at the same time, kissing like young
lovers behind the door of Laura's apartment before they put on their
public faces and went to work together.