Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 111
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

	Chapter 111

          Both Laura and Trina were deliriously happy, genuinely in 
    love, unable to keep their hands off each other, unwilling to go a 
    day without seeing each other, talking on the phone all the time.  
    Laura hadn't felt this deep, fervent longing for another since 
    Jonelle.  In fact, she still felt it for Jonelle now and then, but 
    it was hard to keep up a constant longing for a woman who lived in 
    Dallas and had married again.  She had a secret place in Laura's 
    heart, but Trina was right here, right now, in all her beauty and 
    magnificent sensuality and craving for Laura.

          Laura suspected that Trina had not any sex since her divorce, 
    through disillusionment with men, and now she was truly hot for it, 
    wanting to fuck with Laura at the slightest opportunity.  The fact 
    that she was doing it with another woman also made it more exciting.

          "When you make me come," she confessed to Laura, "I feel it 
    sharper than I ever did before.  It's like my body gonna explode.  I 
    never felt anything like it."

          They were like teenagers, waiting patiently each night for 
    Shawna to go to sleep before they tore at each other in Trina's 
    bedroom, trying not to squeal and wake the girl, but consumed by 
    fierce fires of lust.  Only the arrival of Trina's period put a 
    temporary stop to it, and Laura agreed to stay away for three days 
    if only to give them both an emotional rest, as well as return 
    Shawna's life to a semblance of normal.

          And yet, on Laura's first night away from Trina, Yvette 
    phoned.  It was a typical situation.

          "Arthur's working out at the gym.  Mom's got the kid.  I'm 
    dying for you, Laura."

          Immediately Laura was seized by desire for Yvette.  It had 
    been almost two months since they had been together.  God, I'm such 
    a tramp! she thought, instantly feeling flooded with guilt at the 
    thought of Trina.  Last night we were in each other's arms, screwing 
    frantically, eating each other alive.  And all Yvette has to do is 
    blow in my ear . . .

          "Well?" Yvette said impatiently into the phone.  "I could 
    always call Rhonda.  But I miss you, Laura."

          "Oh god, yes, come over," Laura said, swallowing her guilt, 
    nearly choking on it.  "Hurry."

          "I have to hurry.  He'll be home in a couple of hours."

          Yvette was wearing tight jeans and a red sweater and had never 
    looked more fetching.  Gazing at her, knowing that within minutes 
    they would be naked together, panting, moaning, Laura wondered at 
    herself.  Trina isn't enough for you?  When you see Yvette, you feel 
    this sharp pang of need in your pussy?  Why?

          But there was no time to agonize over it.  Once the door 
    closed behind her, Yvette was in Laura's arms and they were 
    devouring each other.  Laura was so hungry for her that it was as if 
    she had never spent the last weeks in Trina's arms.

          "Careful . . . careful," Yvette giggled softly as Laura tried 
    to pull off her red sweater.  "Don't stretch it out of shape."

          "I want your body," Laura said, kissing her delectable black 
    shoulder, pulling the white bra strap down.

          "Unhhhh!  Oh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's hand cupped her naked 
    breast and Laura's mouth sucked her nipple in deep.  "Oh god . . . 
    it's been too long!" Yvette panted as Laura freed her other breast 
    and nearly swallowed her other nipple too.

          "Come in my bedroom," Laura said, drawing her toward it.

          "Yes!"

          They both quickly shed their clothes on the way.  They fell on 
    the bed in a frantic heat, whimpering and groping, kissing, sucking, 
    probing, fucking each other in a careless, urgent way borne of long 
    familiarity and unquenchable lust.  Yvette's long, svelte black body 
    was so different from Trina's, so sinuous and lean, that Laura 
    luxuriated in caressing and kissing every inch of it, as if she had 
    forgotten it's minute textures in the weeks since she had touched 
    Yvette's marvelous warm flesh.

          Her tongue found the wet folds of Yvette's beautifully-shaped 
    pussy, probing, licking, stabbing, then curling around Yvette's 
    swollen clit until Yvette was arching and quivering, whimpering 
    helplessly.

          "Ohhnnn . . . oh yes!  Oh god . . . Laura, yes!  Oh god I'm 
    going to come!  Do it hard, yes!  Unhg!  Unhh!  Oh!"

          But Laura knew she too was going to come, any second, and she 
    wanted the ultimate.  She wanted them to come together, pressed 
    together, their hot, wet pussies kissing, grinding together, as she 
    and Trina had done nearly every day for the past few weeks, coming 
    in a glorious, groaning union.

          "Me too, honey!" she panted.  "Hold on, hold on.  Come with 
    me, let's come together."

          She twisted her body around and quickly pressed their groins 
    together.

          "Ohhhnngg!  Oh god . . . I love it!" Yvette panted, pumping 
    her slippery pussy into Laura's.

          Laura nearly swooned.  Yvette's wet, slimy pussy was on fire, 
    and she could feel the heat flowing into her own body.  They both 
    pumped frantically, so hard that the headboard of Laura's bed began 
    banging into the wall.  

          She heard it and panicked, but they couldn't stop the 
    rollercoaster.  They were both deliriously wild with lust, pumping, 
    gasping, squealing, whimpering, then finally exploding together in a 
    firestorm of an orgasm.  They came explosively, a wrenching, violent 
    climax, crying out to each other and grinding their throbbing wet 
    pussies together as the spasms wracked their bodies.

          The force of this shared climax seemed to shock both of them.  
    It took several minutes for them to untangle their bodies, to kiss 
    dreamily.  But kissing reawakened the only temporarily slaked 
    flames.  Laura was hungrier for Yvette than she could have imagined, 
    especially after days of fucking with Trina.

          "I love to fuck you," she whispered to Yvette, kissing her 
    ear, her neck, her breasts again.  "I'm so jealous of you letting 
    that witch Rhonda fuck you."

          "Oh god . . . I love it when you talk dirty to me," Yvette 
    panted, watching Laura's mouth toy with her wet nipples.  "Suck them 
    hard.  Please.  It drives me crazy when you suck them hard, really 
    hard."

          Laura held one beautiful dark breast in both hands and sucked 
    Yvette's protruding wet nipple deep into her mouth, clamping it 
    between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, sucking it fiercely.  
    Yvette whimpered and dissolved into helpless quivering.

          "Ohhnnnn!  Oh god!  Oh shit . . . do it to the other one too," 
    she begged.  "Please!"

          Laura devoured both of the girl's beautiful nipples, letting 
    her hand drift down Yvette's sleek, heaving belly to her thatch, 
    finding her wet pussy, rubbing Yvette's clit rapidly.  Then, when 
    she began to come, Laura's finger slipped inside the lubricated 
    channel, probing, searching, until she found the magic spot.

          "Auunngghh!" Yvette cried out, as if in shock, her body 
    arching and shuddering.  "Ohhnnnggg god god!  Auugngniiiieee!"

          Already in the middle of an orgasm, she began to come in a 
    wild torrent, one after another, her long sleek body wracked by a 
    series of shattering climaxes.  Laura held onto her, still sucking 
    her delicious breasts, heightening the sensations, until the storm 
    of coming began to subside.

          It took a while for Yvette to come down.  Panting, bleary-
    eyed, she gazed up into Laura's eyes.  Her lovely face was filled 
    with awe and gratitude.

          "You can forget about being jealous of Rhonda," she whispered 
    hoarsely.  "She doesn't come close to you."

          Laura kissed her, embarrassed she had brought Rhonda up in the 
    first place.  "I'm so glad to hear it.  And now, if you want to lick 
    my pussy until I die, I'm ready."

          She knew they only had a brief time before Yvette would have 
    to leave.  She rolled onto her back and Yvette eagerly began to make 
    love to her, skillfully, tenderly, then more roughly, until she had 
    Laura climbing the walls.  Finally, Laura burst in two quick, heart-
    stopping orgasms, her body quaking and flexing as the burning spasms 
    ripped through her.

          She knew Yvette had learned to make love this way from her, 
    but she couldn't help fearing that she had picked up something from 
    Rhonda too, some sly technique she had just used to make Laura come 
    so sharply, so quickly.  After all, she had fucked with Rhonda 
    herself and knew that Rhonda was no slouch in the sack.  

          She was trying not to think about this, just holding and 
    stroking Yvette's marvelous long body, when the bedside phone rang.

          "You better answer it," Yvette teased.  "What if it's one of 
    your other girlfriends?  It could even be my baby sister, wanting 
    you to screw her."

          "Oooohh, aren't we catty," Laura said.  "I haven't seen your 
    baby sister in months."

          "A likely story.  Maybe it's Sholandra Mason.  I saw you two 
    making goo goo eyes at each other in the cafeteria last week."

          "What?" Laura acted scandalized.  "No such thing!"

          Yvette pouted.  "I was so jealous.  You're fucking her, aren't 
    you.  You can admit it.  She's really beautiful.  I know Rhonda 
    wants her.  She nearly drools when Sholandra walks by.  Would you 
    rather fuck her than me?"

          "Yvette, you're getting as crude as Rhonda is.  You don't just 
    go around talking about people 'fucking' each other.  It's rude."

          "You are, though.  You're not going to deny it, are you?"

          Laura blushed.  She picked up the phone before it stopped 
    ringing, mainly to stop Yvette from talking.  But she shouldn't 
    have.  It was Trina.

          "Oh, darling, it's you," she said softly, catching herself too 
    late.

          She saw Yvette's face fall.  Oh god.  She put a hand on 
    Yvette's wrist, but Yvette yanked it away.

          "Laura, I need you, I want you, I'm dying for you," Trina 
    whispered into the phone.  "I stopped bleeding.  When can you come 
    over?"

          "What about Shawna?"

          "Come tonight, after she's in bed."

          "I can't talk right now.  Let me call you back."

          "You ain't in bed with someone else, are you?" Trina asked 
    suspiciously.

          "Don't be silly.  My landlord is here.  I'll call you back in 
    a few minutes."

          "Okay."

          Yvette had got up and started to dress.  Laura always hated 
    this moment.  Seeing Yvette put her clothes back on always made 
    Laura want her desperately again.  Part of it, she knew, was the 
    fact that Yvette would next be undressing for Rhonda, no doubt.  But 
    a good deal of it was that she would never get over her desire for 
    the girl.

          And yet, her deep feelings for Trina were very evident from 
    the way she had answered the phone.  Her parting with Yvette was 
    bittersweet.

          "I wish you felt that way about me," Yvette pouted.

          "I do, I do feel that way about you."

          "If I were free, and wasn't married to Arthur any more, would 
    you dump her for me?"

          Clearly Yvette thought it was Sholandra who had called.  "In a 
    minute," Laura said.

          "Liar," Yvette grinned.  "She's gorgeous.  You couldn't get by 
    with just one pretty colored girl, Miss Laura."

          Laura pinched her, and they fell together giggling and kissing 
    again, ardently, thirstily, enough to ignite another fire.  In fact, 
    Laura had Yvette's blouse half off again before Yvette pulled away.

          "Don't," she said.  "We already . . . did it."

          "We could do it again."

          Yvette pouted, grabbing her handbag.  "Call her up and let her 
    get you off over the phone, you dirty old white girl."

          But she only half-meant it, and they kissed again searchingly 
    at Laura's door before Yvette left.




