Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 71
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 71



          Laura had calculated well, and two days after her incendiary 
    tryst with Yvette she got her period.  She tried not to think about 
    Tracy, but even during this minor malaise she couldn't keep her mind 
    off the lovely young girl.  How young? she wondered.  Old enough to 
    have kids.  And not just one 'kid' either.  'Kids.'  That's what she 
    said.

          As usual, Laura hated herself for thinking about this.  She 
    hated the abnormality of it, and hated facing her true nature, the 
    fact that she was clearly a lesbian, no matter how she might deny 
    it.  She wanted this woman, wanted to sleep with her, kiss and touch 
    her naked body, fuck her, make her moan and tremble in undreamed of 
    spasms of ecstacy.  

          She hated herself as she had with Cecilia before, and Jonelle, 
    such normal, fresh young girls, so innocent and naive until Laura 
    got her hooks into them, and turned them into wild, ravening lust 
    machines.  This was a young woman with a wonderful, friendly nature, 
    whose job prospects looked good, who seemed happy, out-going, and 
    sweet.  

          And all I want to do is take her clothes off and fuck her, 
    Laura thought, mortified and ashamed.  Why couldn't I just be her 
    friend?  I know why.  Because I would just want her all the time.  
    I'm a sex maniac.  I can't get a smile from a pretty young black 
    woman without wanting to rape her.

          She gnawed on this for days.  But when the blood finally 
    stopped flowing, she found the paper bag with Tracy's phone number 
    on it, which she had carefully placed in her underwear drawer.  And 
    she called Tracy, feeling all the usual schoolgirl bashfulness and 
    clumsiness, as if asking the sweet, unsuspecting woman for a date. 

          But Tracy, as usual, was open and trusting and transparently 
    eager.

          "Gosh, I wondered if you really were gonna call," she said.

          "Of course I was," Laura said.

          "Well, what should we do?"

          "Well, I've got the whole day off," Laura said.  "And so do 
    you.  I mean, do you have to pick up your kids from school or 
    anything?"

          "Not until three."

          "I've got an idea.  Maybe we could meet for a late breakfast, 
    then go window-shopping or something like that."

          "Sounds great to me.  Where do you want to meet?"

          "I could drop by your place . . . or you could come to mine," 
    Laura said, hesitating, not wanting to sound like the spider 
    inviting the fly to tea.

          "Oh, I'd rather come to your place," Tracy said quickly.  
    "There's always somebody coming by or calling around here.  Never 
    get any privacy."

          "Okay, that's great.  I can make us breakfast, or we can go 
    out.  How about nine?  Or is that too early?"

          "Are you kidding.  These kids are up by six every morning.  
    I can make it easy by nine.  Just let me get a pencil to write down 
    your address."

          Laura realized by the time she hung up the phone that her 
    heart was pounding with excitement.  Wednesday was still three days 
    away, and she could hardly contain her excitement.  On top of that, 
    Cecilia insisted on a visit, which Laura was incapable of resisting.  
    And they fucked with such a white-hot frenzy that she was afraid she 
    would have nothing left for Tracy, if she ever did manage to get the 
    girl into bed.

          That provided her with more to feel guilty about.  What makes 
    you think that's going to happen? she lashed out at herself.  And 
    indeed, she was exactly right.  Nothing happened.

          Laura cooked breakfast for them both.  Tracy looked extremely 
    fetching in tightish jeans and form-fitting red jersey.  Laura 
    realized she had been attracted to her initially for her face, 
    without paying much attention to her figure, which you couldn't much 
    judge anyway in her store uniform.  But now that she could see it, 
    Laura's desire only ratcheted upward quickly.

          Tracy had a beautiful ass and firm, jutting breasts, swelling 
    hips, tiny waist, longish legs, even though she was shorter than 
    Laura.  But she was totally oblivious to Laura's motives, and her 
    sweet cheerfulness made Laura very embarrassed, reluctant to make 
    any heavy overtures in her direction.  There were really no 
    opportunities to come on to her, and Laura couldn't contrive any.

          They spent the day shopping, as Laura had suggested, and got 
    to be pretty good friends.  They enjoyed each other's company, and 
    though Laura could not completely ignore Tracy's physical appeal, 
    she couldn't bring herself to scrap all their genuine friendliness 
    for a heavy-duty seduction.  She and Tracy parted in the early 
    afternoon with a promise to do it again soon.

          And Laura went home, sexually disappointed and yet still 
    feeling very warm and happy.  I like her, she realized.  I want her, 
    even more now, but I like her too.   

          Still, in bed that night, she had dreams of Tracy, of kissing 
    her, of undressing her.  She awoke desperately horny.  Only a spell 
    on her back in the bathtub, masturbating in the way Karen had taught 
    her and coming violently, assuaged her need enough for her to return 
    to work.  

          And at work, Barbara dropped by to flirt, and Laura couldn't 
    resist going home with her.  When they rubbed their naked bodies 
    together, they were only slightly less combustible than Laura and 
    Karen, and by midnight each had been scorched by exhausting strings 
    of orgasms that left them weak and limp.  But Laura's preoccupation 
    with Tracy seemed to fade in the fire of these sexual explosions.  
    She felt less bad that nothing had come of it.

          And so, in the following weeks, she spent whatever time she 
    could with Tracy, but slept repeatedly and often with Cecilia, 
    Yvette, and Barbara.  She and Tracy became good friends, without sex 
    ever rearing its beautiful head, except in Laura's occasional 
    dreams.  She had almost ceased to wonder if anything would ever 
    happen between them when one Sunday she dropped by Tracy's house for 
    a brief visit, expecting Tracy's two children--Bobby, 8, and 
    Tamilyn, 5--to be there.  But they were not, having left for the 
    afternoon with Tracy's mother several minutes before Laura arrived.

          And when she saw Tracy, Laura knew they would never be just 
    friends.  Laura would not be able to stop at that.  Tracy wore white 
    shorts and the same form-fitting jersey she had worn on her first, 
    breakfast, visit to Laura's apartment, except that this time she 
    wore no bra underneath it.  

          She was breathtaking, and didn't even seem to know it, being 
    in the middle of vacuuming the carpets.  But Laura knew it.  The 
    white shorts, very short, emphasized the sleek black shapeliness of 
    her legs.  And the outlines of her breasts were clearly visible 
    through the jersey, round and jutting and plump though firm, with 
    thick, swollen nipples that protruded, just the kind that made Laura 
    weak with lust.

          Tracy caught Laura staring at them.  Laura realized she had 
    been caught and looked away, embarrassed.  But Tracy cracked a 
    mischievous grin.

          "Nice, ain't they," she said.  

          "I . . . didn't mean to stare," Laura stammered.  "They sure 
    are."

          "I wouldn't expect you not to notice," Tracy winked.  "Men, 
    you know, they get these big eyes when they see these."

          She looked down at her breasts.  Laura looked at them again 
    too, glad to have permission.  She realized what made them so 
    wonderful.  They were more pear-shaped than the average ones, 
    plumper at the bottom, a very full, bursting roundness rather than a 
    regular roundness.  

          "I knew two guys who wanted to take pictures of them," Tracy 
    said, proudly.  "Said they were better than the girls in the 
    magazines.  What do you think of that?"  She giggled.

          "Did you do it?"

          "No," Tracy scoffed.  "You kidding?  I'd be so . . . you know, 
    shy.  To have everybody looking at me naked."

          "Perfection is nothing to be ashamed of," Laura said.  "You 
    wouldn't feel ashamed showing them to me, would you?"

          "Welll . . . I guess not," Tracy drawled, partly shy, partly 
    embarrassed, party coquettish all at the same time.  

          Laura's blood was pounding excitedly.  She knew this was a 
    chance.  Tracy was being a tease, and enjoying it.  There was more 
    going on between them than she would acknowledge to herself.

          Laura smirked in a friendly way, daring her.  "Go ahead, 
    then."

          Tracy hesitated.  Her eyes never left Laura's.  "You really 
    want me to?"

          If you only knew, Laura thought.  But she had to act casual, 
    as if it didn't matter.  "Sure.  But not if you don't want to."

          Grinning, Tracy lifted the red jersey up over her breasts and 
    over her head too, pulling it free and tossing it on the sofa.  Her 
    breasts jiggled fetchingly, and the large black circles of her 
    protruding nipples gleamed.  Laura tried to control her face, the 
    desire she felt.  Tracy's breasts were shockingly beautiful, it was 
    true.

          They were a little too big for her small size, but only a 
    little, with amazing, ripe-fruit plumpness, and thick, bursting 
    black nipples that made Laura swallow nervously, hungrily.

          "Oh god, they're beautiful," she croaked softly.

          Tracy was beaming.  She seemed to love showing them off.  She 
    put her knuckles under them and raised them slightly.

          "Think so?" she fished.

          Laura realized that what she felt was very apparent on her 
    face.  She didn't know what to do.  She wanted to go over to Tracy 
    but couldn't.  Then she saw Tracy slowly moving toward her.  They 
    were only a few steps apart to begin with, and now Tracy stood very 
    close, her knuckles still pushing up her lovely round breasts.

          "They're even better close up," she murmured, her eyes still 
    fastened to Laura's, throbbing and wide.

          Somehow knowing it was okay, Laura put out her hands and 
    cupped Tracy's naked breasts with them, squeezing each one gently, 
    feeling the huge soft nipples against her palms.  Tracy never took 
    her eyes off Laura's.

          "Never had a woman touch me before," she whispered.

          "I can stop if you want me to."

          Tracy just shook her head, her eyes never leaving Laura's.  
    Slowly, still cupping Tracy's beautiful breasts, Laura's face came 
    closer, until their lips brushed.  They kissed, a long, patient, 
    sensual kiss.  Laura's tongue entered Tracy's mouth tentatively, but 
    Tracy's coiled around it, then entered Laura's mouth, and soon the 
    kiss grew hotter.

          When their lips finally parted, their eyes burned into each 
    other's.  Laura kissed Tracy's smooth black neck, her shoulder, then 
    dropped her mouth to one exquisite breast, cupping it from 
    underneath with her palm and teasing the large nipple with her 
    tongue before sucking it into her mouth.

          "Ohh!" Tracy gasped.

          Laura sucked the thick, silky bulb gently, kneading the firm, 
    plump ball of Tracy's breast with both hands at the same time.  
    Before sucking the other one, she lifted her mouth and kissed Tracy 
    again, rolling Tracy's wet nipple in her fingers, pinching it 
    lightly, exciting Tracy, who moaned while still kissing Laura back.

          She was panting softly when their lips came apart this time, 
    her dark eyes swirling with lust.

          "Good thing my kids ain't home," she whispered, "because I 
    don't want you to stop."

          "I don't want to either," Laura said, lowering her lips to 
    Tracy's other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

          Now Tracy was becoming more and more aroused.  Laura sucked 
    her other nipple a little harder, meanwhile rolling and gently 
    pinching the first one in her fingers.  Tracy whimpered and moaned 
    softly.

          "Ohhnnnnn!  Unhh!  Oh . . . Laura!  Unhhhh!"

          Laura released her nipple and kissed her mouth again, this 
    time a scorching kiss.  She felt Tracy's knees sag as they kissed 
    and grabbed her, holding her up.

          "Oh god . . . let's go in my bedroom," Tracy panted.

          "Yes."

          She led Laura down the hall, into the bedroom, pulling Laura 
    to the bed, pulling Laura down onto the bed with her.  They kissed 
    again and Tracy's fingers quickly found the buttons on the front of 
    Laura's shirt, unfastening them one by one.  Laura helped her get it 
    off, then the bra.  

          "Oh yes, oh yes," Tracy panted as their breasts came together, 
    as they embraced tightly, kissing passionately.

          Laura could feel Tracy's wet, stiff nipples against her own 
    breasts, and Tracy's tongue in her ear.

          "Oh god, I want to do this, I want to do this," Tracy repeated 
    over and over.  "God, I want to do it all with you, oh Laura!"

          Laura didn't reply, but she was all over Tracy, kissing her 
    naked upper body and unfastening the single button and pulling down 
    the side zipper of her shorts, skimming them down her delicious 
    legs.  Tracy didn't resist as Laura pulled her panties off too.

          Now she was completely naked, totally delectable, Laura 
    realized as she ran her hands and mouth all over the girl's 
    delicious body.  Two pregnancies had done nothing to mar her beauty, 
    and in fact left little evidence on it but a small swelling to her 
    belly, and a couple of marbly stretchmarks along the sides of her 
    otherwise perfect breasts.  Laura made love to her with careful 
    skill, trying to bring her along slowly and not allow her to panic 
    over being in bed with another woman.

          She kissed Tracy's naked body lovingly, enjoying her smooth 
    dark skin, slipping down between her thighs.  Tracy's open pussy was 
    buttery with juice, and Laura licked it skillfully, bring soft, low 
    moans from the twisting girl.

          "Ohhhnnn . . . oh yes . . . ohhnnnn yes . . . Laura," Tracy 
    moaned, her body quivering as Laura caressed her and explored every 
    fold and crevice of her pussy.

          Something in her loved this first time, the first time with 
    all of them, especially those, like Tracy, who had never been to bed 
    with another woman before.  It was a challenge to give her a sexual 
    experience so much more powerful than she had had from anyone else.  
    And Laura was very good at it.  

          She tongued and sucked Tracy's clit and pussy until the girl 
    was gripped by an agonizingly complete orgasm, one that wrenched her 
    repeatedly and stole her breath, leaving her just a beautiful, 
    exploding wreck of incredibly intense sexual pleasure.  Her 
    luscious, smooth black body writhed and quivered, and moans of 
    agonizing bliss escaped from her throat.

          "Unhhh . . . ohhnnnnn!  Ungghh oh . . . god auunnghiieeee!  Oh 
    Lauranngghiieee!  Oh god, yes!" she gasped, coming in sharp spasms 
    as Laura kept tongue-fucking her passionately.

          And then, when she began to come down from it, bleary-eyed and 
    panting, her forearm crossed over her forehead, her body still 
    undulating with aftershocks, Laura poured on the heat again, now 
    beginning to hand-fuck Tracy's pussy as she slid up the girl's body 
    and began to suck her nipples again. 
 
          Through the fog of her ecstacy, Tracy looked at Laura with 
    disbelief as she felt the flame spring up again in her body.  And 
    this time, Laura was fucking her harder, more ardently, bringing her 
    back up more quickly.

          "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" she grunted softly, churning her hips, 
    thrusting her pelvis up into Laura's hand, whimpering deliriously. 
 
    "Oh . . . oh god, yes!   Unhhh . . . oh Laura oh god Jesus oh shit 
    oh god you're making me come again . . . oh!  Oh now . . . again, oh 
    Jesus oohnnngghiieee!"

          Again she came in a violent uprush of ecstacy, nearly passing 
    out this time from the intensity of it.  And Laura was there to 
    cradle her shoulders and kiss her marvelous soft cheek as she slowly 
    emerged from the storm of her orgasm.  

          For a long time Tracy stared at Laura, as if unable to believe 
    what had just happened.  "I never came like that," she whispered.  
    "I've got two kids, and I've had six or seven men, and I never even 
    got close to coming like that."

          "Mmmmm.  Good," Laura smiled, kissing her.

          "I guess you can tell I've never . . . done this before.  I 
    mean . . . not with a woman, you know."

          Laura marveled.  Tracy had just had two explosive orgasms, and 
    had not been as hard as Laura had feared to get into the bed in the 
    first place, and now she was being very shy, embarrassed.

          "I guess I knew," Laura murmured.  "But you didn't run away."

          "No.  I wanted to.  I told myself if you . . . you know, sort 
    of invited me, I wouldn't refuse."

          "Did you think I would 'invite' you?"

          "I don't know.  I sort of got the feeling a few times before 
    this that you . . . you know, wanted me.  I guess it was the way you 
    looked at me."

          Laura embraced her, pushing the whole length of their naked 
    bodies together, their breasts mashing together, their lips meeting 
    in another ardent kiss.  "It was hard not to look at you like that."

          "You really wanted me, didn't you," Tracy beamed.  

          "I sure did.  And I sure do."

          "I want you too.  I never felt like this before."

          Gently, she rolled Laura onto her back.  Laura looked up at 
    her solemnly, knowing what was coming, loving the girl in her sweet 
    innocence and openness.  She moaned softly as Tracy kissed her neck, 
    her shoulder, the valley between her breasts.  Then Tracy's lips 
    found one of her nipples, sucking it softly, then more excitedly.

          "Oh!" Laura gasped uncontrollably, her body quivering in a 
    spasm of sexual thrills. 

          She was so aroused already from fucking Tracy that it took 
    very little to bring her to a fever pitch of need.  And Tracy seemed 
    to love her breasts, holding them and kissing them fervently, 
    sucking Laura's throbbing nipples hungrily, more and more 
    passionately, which drove Laura quickly into a frenzy of sexual 
    excitement.

          "Oh . . . oh yes oh god Tracy," she panted, whimpering and 
    twisting, holding Tracy's head in her hands and pushing her breasts 
    into Tracy's face.  "God, girl . . . suck hard!  Oh yes!  Ungghhh!"

          "Oh god girl Laura you gon' come?" Tracy suddenly asked, 
    realizing how aroused Laura was, how close.

          "Yes!  Oh yes!" Laura panted, her hips churning involuntarily.  
    "Touch me . . . oh, touch my pussy, quick!"

          Tracy dropped one hand between Laura's flexing thighs, 
    bringing two fingers up to the oozing wet cleft of Laura's pussy.  
    She sucked one of Laura's nipples again, and rubbed Laura's pussy 
    sharply, and Laura spilled over in a torrent of coming.

          "Auungghh!  Unghnnmmiieeee!" she wailed, grimacing in a 
    seizure of ecstacy, turning her head aside into the pillow to muffle 
    her cries.

          Her body arched and shuddered as the spasms wrenched her, then 
    slowly died away, leaving her panting and shocked by the power of 
    her climax.  Tracy was smiling and kissing her, still fondling her 
    breasts, as she drifted back up from the hot, swirling fog of 
    rapture.

          "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Laura kidded her 
    gently. 

          Tracy shook her head, wide-eyed.

          "You sure took my breath away," Laura said.

          "But I didn't even get to do what I wanted to do," Tracy 
    whispered, eyes veiled and dark and suggestive.

          "And what was that?"

          "I wanted to do what you did to me.  Like this."

          She slid down Laura's body, kissing Laura everywhere on her 
    way, not shy at all, until her mouth reached the puckered pink 
    flower of Laura's pussy.  Laura nearly swooned as she felt Tracy's 
    tongue slip into her.

          "Oh god . . . ohhhh honey yes oh oh!" she gasped, writhing 
    again as the hot bliss flooded her body.

          Tracy made love with her mouth and fingers to Laura's pussy, 
    licking it sensually, stroking it with her tongue and probing the 
    wet, squinchy depths with her fingers, until Laura was biting her 
    lower lip and quivering helplessly.  Only after arousing Laura to 
    this feverish frenzy did she raise her tongue to Laura's clit, again 
    stroking it slowly.  But before she could do it very long, Laura 
    burst in a fierce explosion of coming.

          Her body strained and arched even more violently than the 
    first time.  She clutched her own breasts, squeezing and twisting 
    them, her pelvis shuddering frantically as the sweet, sharp spasms 
    wrenched her.  Tracy held on until she was finished, then slipped up 
    to hold and kiss her.

          "There, that's better," she murmured, smiling.  "You really 
    came hard."

          "I know," Laura gasped, still getting her breath back.  She 
    kissed Tracy.  "You really made me come hard."

          "Did I?"  She beamed.  "I did it right?"

          Laura hugged her and kissed her passionately.  "You delicious 
    thing.  I just want to fuck and fuck you."

          "Oh god, that word, you're making me blush," Tracy giggled.  
    "When women do it together, is that still fucking?"

          "What would you call it?"

          "It just . . . sounds so dirty," Tracy said.  "What we did 
    isn't, you know, dirty."

          "Some people think so."

          "I know."

          "Why did you decide you'd do it with me, if I came on to you?"

          Now Tracy grinned, a huge, bashful grin.  "Because I really 
    like you, one.  Because you're beautiful, two.  Like that model, 
    Stephanie Seymour, you know, that I showed you?  I mean, most people 
    don't get to go to bed with anybody that beautiful, man or woman, 
    right?  And because I just don't have any luck with guys, so I 
    figured, maybe doing it with Laura would be, you know, better."

          "Was it?" Laura nuzzled her beautiful brown ear.

          "You know the answer to that," Tracy batted her eyelashes.  

          Laura, as usual, could feel her blood heating up again.  Twice 
    wasn't enough for her, not with a girl this lovely.  She glanced 
    around nervously.

          "Are we in danger of being interrupted or anything?" she asked 
    Tracy.

          "My kids left with my Mom.  They won't be home until dinner."

          "I know you don't see their father any more," Laura said.  
    "But . . . is there a boyfriend who might get jealous to see us like 
    this?"

          Laura couldn't easily forget her problems with Arthur, or with 
    Rina's boyfriend, the murderer.

          Tracy smiled and shook her head.  "No boyfriend."

          "Why not?  I can't believe men aren't knocking down the door 
    to take you out."

          "One, men don't like you when you put your kids first.  Two, 
    men don't like it when you're more successful than they are.  Three, 
    men like to booze and shoot hoops and jive around with the sluts 
    instead of staying home and living decent.  And four," she leaned 
    over and kissed Laura, a deep sensual kiss, fondling Laura's naked 
    breast at the same time.  "Four, they none of them can 'fuck' me the 
    way you do."  She grinned and giggled.

          Laura pushed her onto her back again, kissing her feverishly, 
    passionately, hungrily.  "Then you won't mind if I do it to you 
    again, you delicious creature," she murmured.  "I can't get enough."

          "Ohhhh!  Oh!" Tracy panted, as Laura's lips dropped again to 
    her neck, to her shoulder, to one of her beautiful breasts.  "That 
    makes two of us!"

          "Oh girl, your boobs are so beautiful," Laura murmured, 
    licking and then nearly swallowing one of Tracy's big, bulging, 
    silky nipples, feeling it tighten and stiffen in her mouth, hearing 
    Tracy moan and feeling her twist excitedly.

          "God, Laura . . . that feels so good," she panted.  "Suck it 
    harder . . . oh yes unhhh!  Oh yes yes unhhh oh!  Do it hard, yes!  
    God, yes!"

          Laura rubbed Tracy's wet pussy while she sucked the girl's 
    nipples voraciously and squeezed her beautiful breasts with one 
    hand, quickly bringing Tracy to a high pitch of lust.

          "Oh god . . . fuck me, girl, fuck me, I can't wait," Tracy 
    panted, churning her hips, pushing her pussy into Laura's hand.  "Do 
    it like that . . . ohhhnn yes, like that . . . oh . . . unh!  Unh!  
    Oh Jesus oh shit . . . unhh!  Anngghiiiieeee!  Mnnnggeeeee!" she 
    cried out, coming quickly, in jolting shocks, her body shuddering 
    helplessly as her climax wrenched her.

          She fell back to the bed, still panting, her eyes glazed.  
    Laura kissed her, but then quickly slipped down, down. 

          "I want to eat you again," she murmured.  "I want to taste 
    your sweet sweet pussy."

          "Ohhnnnn!" Tracy sighed, completely vulnerable, surrendering 
    her body totally to Laura.  "Oh god . . . oh Laura!"

          And Laura was voracious.  She assaulted Tracy's oozing pussy 
    with her mouth, insinuating her fingers into the crack between the 
    girl's hard round buns at the same time as she stabbed her tongue 
    deep into Tracy's glistening crack.  She didn't actually introduce 
    her finger into Tracy's asshole, but she rubbed it suggestively with 
    her knuckle, slurping and sucking Tracy's cuntlips hungrily, lashing 
    Tracy's clit with her tongue, fucking Tracy altogether much harder 
    than she had yet done.

          And Tracy went delirious with sexual excitement.  She writhed 
    and churned her hips frantically, moaning and mewling almost 
    hysterically as a fresh orgasm approached.  The more her sexual 
    excitement peaked, the harder Laura fucked her, finally sliding two 
    fingers up into Tracy's greasy warm channel and raping her with them 
    as she sucked Tracy's clit, bringing the girl to a jolting, 
    wrenching, horrific climax.

          The orgasm hit her so hard that it took her breath away.  
    Arching her back, shuddering and flexing, she came and came, cawing 
    hoarsely and panting wildly as spasm after spams rocked her lovely 
    body.  Laura did not release Tracy's clit from her mouth until Tracy 
    finally collapsed from the strain of coming so hard, gasping and 
    moaning softly in a cloud of bliss.

          "Laura," she finally murmured, regaining her breath.  "You're 
    mean, making me come like that.  You know no one will ever be able 
    to satisfy me now, not after you."

          "Mmmmm, I hope not," Laura said, kissing her mouth 
    passionately.  "I want you for myself."

          Suddenly Tracy grew serious.  "But I know you've done this . . 
    . before.  I'm not your first.  You go to bed like this with other 
    girls, don't you."

          Laura blushed.  It was always such a hard question to answer.  
    Karen or Barbara, who did sleep with other women, wouldn't even 
    bring it up, but all the others, except perhaps Chanitra, were 
    jealous of Laura sleeping with anyone but them.  And she knew how 
    they felt.  Look how I felt about Yvette letting Rhonda screw her! 
    she thought.  I hated her.

          "You know," she said to Tracy, "I've had a few others.  It's 
    true.  I didn't learn how to make love to you like this overnight.  
    But it doesn't mean you're not special to me.  Very special."

          It sounded very lame to Laura, but Tracy smiled.  "You're 
    special to me too.  I've got two kids, but I never knew fucking 
    could be like this.  I want to do it to you again, too."

          "Mmmm, good.  You make me feel wonderful."

          "I do?"

          "Yes."

          "I do everything . . . right for you?"

          "You do it perfect."  Laura kissed her, frenching her 
    aggressively, hungrily.  "I want you to do it to me again, let 
    yourself go, do it hard, fuck me, Tracy, fuck me and fuck me.  
    Please."

          "Oh Laura."

          "Oh!  Oh . . . please!  Oh yes!" 

          Tracy needed little encouraging.  She began to devour Laura's 
    body the way Laura had just devoured hers, sucking Laura's nipples, 
    then pinching the wet, stiff buds in a way no one had ever done to 
    her, making Laura's breasts fill with fire, and her nipples burn and 
    throb wildly.  The sensation made Laura nearly climb the walls.

          It was like the pain she and Karen usually shared, with the 
    same results: it brought her to the edge of a fierce orgasm in under 
    a minute.

          "Oh god," she panted to Tracy.  "Honey, I'm going to come!  
    Suck my pussy, quick!  Oh please!  Do it hard!"

          "Oh Laura!"

          "Yes, do it hard!  Unh!  Oh!  Unh!  Harder . . do it harder!  
    Unh!  Oh god . . . oh ungghiiieee!  Anngghiieee!  Yes!  Oh Tracy yes 
    harder I can come again yes!  Ungghhiieeeee!"

          Laura erupted in an explosive orgasm, a bursting, overflowing 
    cataclysm of coming that shook and wrenched her quivering body.  The 
    first one was quickly followed by a second, another shattering blow, 
    as Tracy kept fingerfucking and sucking her pussy frantically.  
    Finally, it was over, and she sank back into the mattress, gasping, 
    still throbbing, stunned and tingling with happiness.

          "Gosh, you come so hard and so fast," Tracy said, when they 
    had both relaxed again.

          "You came pretty hard too."

          "I know.  Usually . . . like with a man, you know . . . it 
    takes me forever.  Sometimes I don't even come at all.  But you make 
    me come so quick."

          "Mmmmm, because I know where to ring your bells," Laura 
    smiled.

          "You sure do."

          They fucked three more times during the afternoon, and each 
    had four more orgasms, before they had to get up and dress, 
    anticipating the return of Tracy's children.  As usual, with their 
    clothes on they both, especially Tracy, grew a little shy of one 
    another again.

          "I can't believe we did that," Tracy whispered to Laura, 
    grinning sheepishly.  "I mean, did I really come eight times in a 
    row doing it with a woman?  With you?"

          Laura nodded.  "Yes.  And I want you to take your vitamins.  
    Next time, you come over to my place, and I'll fuck you so much you 
    won't be able to get out of bed, you'll be so tired."

          "Oooohhhh!" Tracy beamed.  "Really?"

          "Really."  They embraced, and shared a thrillingly sensual 
    kiss.  "Tracy . . . I can't wait for it.  When?"

          "Soon.  I can't wait either.  Just have to find a place for 
    the kids.  Maybe next weekend."


