Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 79
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 79



          The experience with Karen left Laura and her both feeling 
    better about their relationship.  The one prior to this one had been 
    so excoriating and perverted that they had both, Laura knew, 
    wondered if they should continue.  But this time, at least they had 
    started out normally, and the rough stuff had been wildly fulfilling 
    but at the same time under control.

          Laura's body was not even sore, but the memory of being 
    blindfolded, and coming in incredible, hysterical, wrenching shocks, 
    lingered with her.  

          Somehow, after being with Karen, she was always really horny 
    the next day, as if all that ravishing sex only stoked her fires, 
    and made her want even more.  But not more with Karen.  She wanted 
    some fresh new beauty.  Her last new girl had been Tracy, very 
    exciting but quickly over.  And now Cecilia was gone out of her life 
    too. 

          She even felt slightly mournful, sorry for herself, very 
    briefly, until she suddenly met a lovely new girl at work, Sholandra 
    Mason.  This was Bradley Kirk's new assistant, a gorgeous young 
    black woman who looked a little over twenty-five.  She was short and 
    lean, with smallish breasts and short but beautifully shaped legs, 
    which she showed off by wearing short skirts.

          She was not as black as most of Laura's other lovers.  I like 
    them really black, don't I, she thought, her mind skimming over 
    Karen, Yvette, Jonelle, Barbara, and the others, most of whom were 
    pretty dark, and of course Cecilia, who was almost blue-black.  
    Sholandra, on the other hand, was not exactly mocha-colored, but 
    about half-way between Barbara's chocolatey brown and the really 
    light-skinned, tawny girls that Laura often admired but had never 
    slept with.

          Sholandra had shoulder-length 'good' hair, a wide sensual 
    mouth, and flashing dark eyes.  She seemed to have a saucy, spitfire 
    sort of temperament, and Laura tortured herself by imagining that 
    the girl was very wild in bed, though it was clear from the way she 
    flirted with men, including her own new boss, that girl-girl sex 
    wasn't on her agenda.  I'll bet she scratches you with those long 
    nails when she comes, Laura thought.

          It wasn't easy getting to know her either.  Sholandra seemed 
    to view other women, especially beautiful women like Laura, as 
    competition.  She gave them short shrift, cutting glances and 
    remarks, and acted frosty, aloof.  At the same time, Laura could see 
    from her sharp smiles and daring grins that she was a tease, as well 
    as an emotional adventurer of sorts.  A sexual adventurer too?  
    Laura wondered.

          At an after-work gathering in a local bar for a person who had 
    taken a new job, Sholandra caught Laura staring at her legs, while 
    both were in the restroom.  

          "Like what you see?" she smirked, in a tone that Laura could 
    not decipher.

          Either she was pleased to be admired, by anyone, male or 
    female.  Or she was snidely accusing Laura of being a sexual 
    predator, which was of course true.  Since it was true, it was 
    always very hard for Laura not to feel guilty when thus addressed.

          But she swallowed and replied, with a fairly ambiguous smile 
    of her own.  "Who doesn't admire a good set of pins?  I'm just 
    envious."

          Now Sholandra smiled a trifle more warmly.  "Hard to believe," 
    she said, glancing down at Laura's long, willowy, model's legs.  
    "I'd give anything for long legs like that."

          Laura blushed.  "Listen to us," she giggled.  "I hope nobody 
    can hear us.  Look, my name is Laura."

          "Sholandra.  I've heard all about you."

          "Really?"

          God, what has she heard? Laura wondered.

          As they left the restroom together, Laura leaned closer, and 
    found her head filled with ethereal perfume, mingled with the fresh, 
    marvelous odors of Sholandra's body and hair.  She felt herself 
    growing wet, just from the smell.

          "Tell me what you've heard," she whispered confidentially.

          Sholandra grinned broadly, and her eyes flashed.  She was 
    stunning, and Laura wanted her desperately.  She wore a scoop-neck 
    blouse, showing off her clear, rich brown skin and perfect 
    clavicles, her sculptured throat, and just a hint of a shadowy cleft 
    above her small breasts.  She caught Laura's eyes on her, but this 
    time said nothing. 

          "All the men seem to think you're a stuck-up bitch because you 
    won't go out with any of them," she said, eyes still flashing.

          "What else?"

          "Isn't that enough?  Honey," she whispered, "they all want to 
    boff you silly.  Anyone ever tell you you look like that model, 
    Stephanie Seymour?"

          Laura went crosseyed.  "Over and over again."

          "Well, they want to rip your clothes off and do it to you, 
    girl," Sholandra whispered, eyes twinkling with mirth.  "You must 
    know that."

          "I . . . never think about it much," Laura stammered 
    uncomfortably.

          Sholandra looked at her oddly as they parted.  But Laura kept 
    watching her furtively, throughout the party.  She was very careful 
    now, however, to make sure Sholandra didn't catch her looking.

          They ran into each other again on the way out.  Sholandra was 
    looking for a ride, particularly from a guy Laura knew, Ron Casimir, 
    who was married.

          "I can give you a lift," she said.

          Ron smiled at Sholandra.  "It's really out of my way," he 
    said.  "Why don't you let Laura drop you off?"

          Sholandra shot a sharp look at Laura.  "Sure it's okay?"

          "Of course," Laura smiled, trying to control herself.

          "Ron's such a nice guy," Sholandra said, as Laura drove away.

          "Yes, he is."

          And the for the next ten minutes Sholandra talked about him, 
    not disguising her interest in him, or the nature of it.  Laura 
    listened politely.  When a pause ensued, she made her move.

          "Want to stop off somewhere for a drink?"

          It was Friday night, and so a plausible invitation.

          "I don't know about you, but I have a date," Sholandra said, 
    implying that Laura, though all the men at work wanted to screw her, 
    would be spending the evening alone.  "I'll tell you what," she 
    continued.  "You come up to my apartment while I change, and I'll 
    fix us both a drink.  He won't be here for another hour."

          Laura smiled.  "Okay."

          Sholandra had a small, stylish apartment, much like Laura's, 
    in a highrise building overlooking the waterfront.  She made each of 
    them a cocktail, then disappeared into her bedroom to dress for her 
    date.  

          Laura looked at the view and tried not to think about 
    Sholandra in the next room, naked, or in her underwear at least.  
    She was experienced enough not to expect anything to happen, and was 
    resigned to it.  Sholandra seemed exuberantly heterosexual, even 
    aggressively so.  In the car, she had said, when talking about Ron 
    Casimir, "Just looking at him makes this little black pussy hum."

          And so Laura was surprised, even shocked, when Sholandra 
    appeared in her underwear, holding up a pale yellow evening dress to 
    the front of her body.

          "What do you think?"

          Laura gulped.  Actually, she couldn't see very much of 
    Sholandra behind the dress, but she tried not to seem like she 
    wanted to see more.  "Looks stunning."

          "Think so?"  Sholandra squinted her eyes playfully.  "How's it 
    go with my sexy undies?"

          She pulled the dress aside.  Her bra and panties were even 
    paler yellow, lacy, abbreviated, very fetching, enough to make 
    Laura's throat catch.  Through the lacy pale fabric of the bra cups 
    she could detect the large, very large dark circles of Sholandra's 
    nipples.  They weren't tiny little bumps.  Laura could feel her pulse 
    pounding in her neck. 

          "Wow," she said, weakly.

          "Are you okay?  Did I make that drink too strong?"

          "Oh . . . no, I'm fine.  Really."

          "If you were a guy, wouldn't you want to rip these off?"  
    Sholandra pointed to her bra, her wispy panties.

          "I . . . guess I would."

          Laura turned away.  Sholandra came up behind her, putting one 
    hand on Laura's shoulder.  

          "Are you sure you're okay?"

          "Yes."

          Laura looked into her eyes.  Sholandra's gaze was very even.  
    "This guy I'm going out with tonight, I never let him have it yet.  
    But tonight, he's going to get his chance to make my little black 
    pussy sing and sing."

          Laura swallowed.  "I guess he'll like that."

          "You'd like it, wouldn't you," Sholandra said, out of the 
    blue.

          Laura turned a deep red.  "Why do you say that?"

          "You're a lesbian, aren't you."

          "Why . . . do you say that?" Laura repeated, almost choking on 
    her embarrassment.

          "Simple.  The guys at work all want to fuck you, and you won't 
    have anything to do with them.  Some of them are pretty fine, too.  
    And then, I saw the way you keep looking at my body."

          Laura blinked.  "That doesn't mean anything."

          "Oh, really?  Maybe I should take off my bra and see if it 
    still 'doesn't mean anything'.  How would you like that?"

          Sholandra reached behind her back, as if to unfasten it.  

          Laura shook her head, speaking softly.  "I can't help it.  I'm 
    sorry.  You're very beautiful."

          There was a dead silence while they stared at each other, 
    Laura's eyes tearing slightly, Sholandra's hard and glinting with 
    satisfaction, apparently, at having smoked out this threat.

          "I guess you'd better leave," she said.

          "I guess I'd better."

          Sholandra smirked.  "Kind of flattering, though.  I never had 
    a lesbian make a pass at me before.  I didn't know there were 
    beautiful ones like you, either."

          "I didn't make a pass at you," Laura said evenly.

          Sholandra shrugged.  "I guess you're right."  Then the 
    spitfire in her came out.  "You better not, either.  I could have 
    your job for that."

          "Look," Laura said, grabbing her coat.  "Could we forget this 
    ever happened?  I think you're very attractive.  I'm sorry.  You 
    just happened to guess right.  But I never came on to you.  Let's 
    just forget it, okay?"

          Now even Sholandra looked a little ashamed.  "Okay," she said 
    softly.  "Fair is fair."

          Laura couldn't believe she was walking out on this incredibly 
    desireable girl, standing there in her fetching underwear, her dark 
    nipples showing through her bra, her smooth dark midriff begging to 
    be kissed, her shapely thighs gleaming.

          "Fair is fair," she echoed wanly.  "If you ever change your 
    mind . . ."

          "Don't hold your breath," Sholandra snapped.

          "Okay.  I won't.  Bye."

          "Bye."

          Laura felt hollowness in the pit of her stomach, and red rage 
    inside her head, as she drove home.  How could you let that happen? 
    she asked herself.  You know better!  You knew she would react that 
    way.  You just set yourself up for it.

          She could still see Sholandra's perfect body in her mind's 
    eye.  Even in her disappointment, she could feel her pussy oozing 
    with fresh fuckjuice as she remembered it.  The smell of the girl's 
    hair and skin still lingered in her nostrils.  I want her so bad! 
    she realized.  I want her.  Even harder, since she doesn't want me.

          She got home to find a message from Chanitra waiting on her 
    answering machine, and instantly brightened up.

          "Hi, Laura, long time no see, I have the night free and wanted 
    to you-know-what.  But you're not there.  Shit.  Guess I'll have to 
    take a bath and pretend or something.  Call me if you get there 
    before seven."  And she left her number.

          It was five minutes to seven.  Laura didn't even hesitate.  
    She had never called Chanitra at home and felt very uneasy talking 
    to some adolescent male, probably a brother.  But then Chanitra came 
    on the line.

          "Laura!  You are there!"

          "Oh god, I thought you might have left," Laura confessed, 
    feeling all her lust for Sholandra instantly transfer itself to 
    Yvette's teenage sister, even feeling her pussy flutter excitedly.

          "You want to see me?" Chanitra whispered into the phone.  "I 
    hafta talk this way 'cause everybody can hear me."

          "I want to eat you alive," Laura breathed into the phone.

          "Ooooohhh!" Chanitra giggled.  "You can either pick me up, or 
    I can take the bus.  My older brother has the car.  Why don't you 
    pick me up?  You could pick me up at the mall.  About fifteen 
    minutes?" 

          "In front of Macy's," Laura said, unable to control her 
    excitement.  "You can stay all night."

          "I can?" Chanitra said, coyly.  "You wouldn't try anything, 
    would you?"

          "I'm going to try everything," Laura said.

          "Oh good.  I can't wait.  See you in fifteen minutes."

          Laura almost broke her neck getting back down to the car.  
    God, you're acting like a teenager yourself, she thought.  Rejected 
    by one, flinging yourself into the arms of another.  

          But she couldn't help herself.  Chanitra was a tonic for this 
    situation, and when she hopped into the car beside Laura, it was all 
    Laura could do not to rape her on the spot.  She looked good enough 
    to eat in her skin-tight white pants and her red sweater that showed 
    off her jutting little breasts.  Her hair was in braids, as usual, 
    and all in all she was about the most delectable morsel Laura had 
    ever seen.

          Fortunately, she was currently sitting on her peerless ass, so 
    that Laura was able to muster enough self-control to drive.  When 
    she got Chanitra inside her apartment, she gave in to her needs, 
    grabbing her and kissing her ravenously before Chanitra could even 
    get her coat off.

          "God . . . Laura . . . please.  Let me at least take off my 
    coat."

          "I want you.  I've missed you.  God, you're beautiful."

          "You ain't so bad looking your own self," Chanitra giggled.

          Laura kissed her beautiful, smooth black neck.  She already 
    had her hands under the red sweater.

          "Shit, didn't know I was gon' be raped," Chanitra said.

          "You did too," Laura panted, kissing her ear, her cheek. "Did 
    too."

          "Well . . . maybe so.  Can't we go in the bedroom?"

          Laura pulled her down the hall.  Inside the bedroom, they tore 
    one another's clothes off.  As usual, Chanitra wore no panties, and 
    Laura's fingers dug into the round, spongy, hard balls of her 
    beautiful ass, as her mouth found the girl's perfect young breasts, 
    sucking the black, bursting nipples.

          "Oh . . . oh!" Chanitra sighed, overwhelmed by Laura's urgent 
    passion.

          Laura pushed her backwards until she fell onto the bed on her 
    back.  She scooped up both of Chanitra's small, hard, beautiful 
    breasts in her hands and hungrily devoured her shiny, swollen black 
    nipples, sucking them voraciously, bringing tiny, sharp mewls of 
    pleasure from Chanitra's throat.

          "Oh . . . shit, Laura, oh!  You gon' make me come already . . 
    . unnhhh!" Chanitra panted, squirming and writhing as Laura dropped 
    one hand to her groin and began rubbing her wet, open pussy.

          "Go ahead, honey, go ahead," Laura panted, in between attempts 
    to swallow the girl's delicious, shiny wet nipples.  "Come, you can 
    come now, quick, do it."

          "Unhh . . . unh!  Oh!  Oh god . . . anngghiieee!" Chanitra 
    cried out, her body suddenly coiling, then erupting sharply in a 
    wrenching orgasm.

          It was a sudden, fierce explosion, and Laura held her tightly 
    as she flipped and strained, whimpering excitedly until the spasms 
    died away.  Chanitra looked up at her, wide-eyed, still panting 
    softly.

          "Laura . . . ain't no sex like sex with you," she said, eyes 
    still glazed.

          "I'll take that as a compliment," Laura smiled.

          "It is.  Nobody ever made me come like you do.  So fast.  And 
    so much."

          She suddenly reared up and forced Laura onto her back.  Laura 
    gave in to her completely, and was coming exultantly herself minutes 
    later as Chanitra brought her to two successive orgasms without 
    stopping.  Their first whirlwind of passion spent, they relaxed and 
    took the rest of the evening slowly, fucking several more times with 
    patience and skill, and earning the rewards in long, feathery 
    orgasms, both singly and shared, that finally left them both limp.

          Laura drove Chanitra home around one a.m., and dropped her off 
    at the corner, so that her parents wouldn't be suspicious.  It was 
    bad enough that Yvette knew about them.  Chanitra kissed her 
    rapturously in her dark car, before getting out.  Laura watched from 
    the corner until the girl was safely inside her house, then drove 
    home.

          Screwing a sixteen-year-old girl! she told herself, smiling at 
    the thought of what they had done tonight.  I can say one thing.  
    Sholandra Mason might be good in bed, but she could never be any 
    better than that little treasure.
