Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 85
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 85




          The time with Brandi almost seemed like a dream to Laura, for 
    as soon as the airplane hit the ground in San Francisco, she was 
    suddenly consumed by thoughts of Sholandra.  What they had begun so 
    excitedly had been quickly interrupted by Sholandra's period, 
    brought on partly by their frantic fucking, and her own business 
    trip, during which she and Brandi had again tried to fuck one another 
    into the hospital.

          She got home to three answering machine messages from 
    Sholandra.  "God, I know you're not there, but I keep hoping," 
    Sholandra said.  "Call me.  I miss you.  I've stopped bleeding.  Two 
    days ago."  Her voice turned plaintive.  "Laura . . ." 

          Then she hung up.  The next two messages were increasingly 
    desperate, then jealous, then angry, the spitfire in Sholandra now 
    coming out as her frustration mounted.  But just her voice made 
    Laura wet.  All thought of Brandi, with whom she had shared such 
    wonderful intimacy, vanished.  She had to have this girl, just as 
    she had to have her earlier, before Sholandra had given in.  Her 
    need had the same urgency.

          She called Sholandra.  "I'm back, I missed you so much," she 
    said breathlessly into the phone.

          "A likely story," Sholandra said, toying with her.  "I can't 
    talk now.  My boyfriend is here."

          Laura's heart sank.  Oh god.  Oh no.

          "Laura?  Laura . . . are you there?"

          "Yes," Laura gulped.

          "I'm only kidding," Sholandra said, bursting into half-
    malicious laughter.  "Trying to get back at you for running out on 
    me.  God, I'm dying to see you."

          "Can you come over?"

          "Hope I don't get into an accident on the way," Sholandra 
    said, hanging up the phone without even a goodbye.

          And it did take her only ten minutes.  Laura buzzed her up and 
    stood waiting in her open doorway while Sholandra half-walked and 
    half-ran there from the elevator.  Discreetly, they dipped inside 
    Laura's apartment, and Laura bolted the door.  And then they nearly 
    tore one another apart.

          "Oh god, I want you, I want you so bad," Sholandra panted, 
    tearing at Laura's clothes as Laura tore at hers.

          "Not more than I want you," Laura murmured.

          Before either of them were completely naked, she had 
    Sholandra's bra off and filled her hands with the girl's marvelous 
    small, perfect breasts, dropping her mouth to the thick black 
    nipples and devouring them.

          "Ohhhnnn!  Ohnnnnn!" Sholandra moaned.  "Take me in the 
    bedroom, quick!" she panted.  "Take me in the bedroom and fuck me, 
    Laura.  Please!  Oh god . . . it's been so hard to wait!"

          "Come here, quick!" Laura said, pulling her down the short 
    hallway.

          They fell onto Laura's bed, still half-clothed, without even 
    shutting the door, a ritual Laura almost never omitted.  Again she 
    devoured Sholandra's delicious, shiny wet nipples, while at the same 
    time tugging down the girl's panties.  They were both panting and 
    squirming deliriously, still half-clothed, consumed by their 
    passion.

          "Oh god, honey, I want to eat you, I want to taste you," Laura 
    panted to her, quickly sliding down between Sholandra's thighs.

          "Oh yes . . . yes!" Sholandra gasped.

          Her inflamed pussy was very wet and puckered, and Laura spread 
    the black curly pubic hair away from it before pressing her lips to 
    the shiny pink cleft and slipping her tongue in deep.

          "Angghh!" Sholandra moaned, arching her back as a jolt of 
    fierce pleasure shot through her body.

          Laura tongue-fucked her for a few moments, while Sholandra 
    writhed deliriously, moaning and whimpering almost hysterically in 
    the grip of a frantic need.  Finally, Laura slid her tongue up to 
    Sholandra's swollen clit and stabbed it several times.  This brought 
    the gasping, twisting girl to the very edge.

          "Unnhh . . . oh, oh god!  Unnngghhnnnunn . . . ungh!  Oh god . 
    . . Laura, please!" she panted.  "Oh . . . oh please!"

          Now Laura gave her what she craved, assaulting Sholandra's 
    clit with her tongue savagely, bringing on a quick, convulsive 
    orgasm.  Sholandra came in an abrupt fury, her small breasts shaking 
    as the sharp spasms wracked her arching body.

          "Auungghh!  Oh!  Ungghhanngghiieee!" she cried out, turning 
    her face sideways into a pillow as the cries escaped her mouth.

          She came hard, and it took a long time for her to recover.  
    Finally, her breathing returned to normal.  She smiled drowsily, 
    sensually at Laura.

          "Now I know how it is to be raped," she whispered, looking 
    down at her half-clothed body, and at Laura's.

          Together they undressed each other until they were both naked.  
    And now Sholandra took over, pushing Laura onto her back and slowly, 
    skillfully making love to her.  It seemed that their brief week 
    apart had made Sholandra into a more experienced lover somehow, for 
    now she kissed and caressed Laura's body with a new boldness, a new 
    cleverness, until Laura was climbing the walls with sexual need.

          "Oh!  Oh . . . yessss!" she breathed, feeling her body respond 
    to every careful touch, to every kiss, every invasion of tongue and 
    finger.

          In a few minutes she too was coming, turning her own face to 
    the pillow, coming wildly, her body surging off the bed as Sholandra 
    drew spasm after sweet spasm from her.

          They spent the night together, exhausting each other by 
    morning, when Sholandra finally left to take care of some errands, 
    promising to return that evening, which was Saturday.

          "Sure you don't have plans?" she asked coyly, as if to catch 
    Laura in a trap, still jealous of whomever might be competing with 
    her for Laura's affections.

          "No plans," Laura smiled.  "Except you, you lovely creature.  
    I want to eat you alive.  Those are my plans."

          "Mmmmm, and I plan to spread honey all over my body and let 
    you eat it," Sholandra winked.

          "You can skip the honey, honey," Laura winked back, as they 
    parted.

          And then, in the late morning, what Laura always feared would 
    happen happened.  This time it was not Chanitra, or Yvette, or 
    Barbara.  It was Camille.  And she didn't phone.  She rang the 
    downstairs buzzer.

          "Who is it?" Laura asked over the intercom.

          "Camille.  Remember me?"

          Laura simultaneously felt a squirt of sexual excitement and a 
    jolt of panic.  "How could I forget you?" she said, unable to 
    disguise an obvious sultriness in her voice.

          "Can I come up?"

          Can you ever, Laura thought, buzzing the door open.  I don't 
    know how to get out of this one, but I'm not turning down the 
    opportunity.  Camille was stunning, as ever, as she walked from the 
    elevator.  For whatever reason, Laura had forgotten how shockingly 
    gorgeous she actually was, dropdead beautiful in a stylish movie 
    star way.

          Camille buzzed her on the cheek.  "So great to see you!"

          "And you too," Laura smiled, taking her inside.

          "Rob gave me your address.  Actually," she leaned over, 
    whispering conspiratorially into Laura's ear, "he didn't give it to 
    me.  I stole it out of his address book.  He's out of town, though, 
    so he won't know I'm here."

          "Oh?"

          "Isn't that exciting?"

          It sure is exciting me, Laura thought.  Even though she and 
    Sholandra had fucked through the night, each climaxing about twelve 
    or thirteen times, she could feel herself growing wet all over 
    again, when she looked at Camille.

          "God, you're gorgeous," she said.  "I forgot how beautiful you 
    are."

          "Me?  Gosh, you're the one who looks like Stephanie Seymour.  
    I expect you to put on your Victoria's Secret teddies and stuff any 
    minute."

          "Mmmmm, should I?" Laura asked.

          Camille came closer, shedding her coat, tossing her purse on a 
    chair.  Her eyes were suddenly smoky.  "I felt like we never really 
    finished what we started," she murmured, very softly.  "You know . . 
    . after Rob came in.  I mean, that was great, but . . . I want to do 
    it with you alone.  Just the two of us.  Know what I mean?"

          Laura smiled.  She held out her hand, extending one finger and 
    caressing Camille's smooth cheek with it, letting her fingertip end 
    at the girl's beautiful, sensual, very red lips.  "I know exactly," 
    she whispered.  "Please follow me." 

          Only when she got to the bedroom, with Camille following 
    closely behind, did Laura remember that she had not remade the bed.  
    The sheets were rumpled and crumpled from hours of vigorous fucking 
    with Sholandra, and she knew they were redolent of steamy sex.  But 
    it was too late now.  Maybe the odor will excite her, Laura thought.  
    She must know I don't just sit here at night and twiddle my thumbs.

          Camille seemed not to notice.  Instead, she was standing right 
    behind Laura as Laura turned from closing the bedroom door.  Her 
    face was very close, her full lips parted, her dark eyes throbbing.

          "You don't know how I've dreamed of this," she murmured as 
    their mouths came together.

          Laura was too embarrassed to mention that she herself had been 
    fucking others so heatedly and almost continuously that she hadn't 
    had time to think of Camille.  But I'm thinking of you now, she 
    thought, her whole body swimming with lust as their tongues rapidly 
    intermingled.  It was as if Sholandra were ancient history.  

          Laura's body trembled with sexual excitement, and her pussy 
    flooded with fuck juice.  "Oh god . . . you're so beautiful," she 
    murmured as she unbuttoned Camille's blouse and peeled it away, 
    exposing the girl's golden skin, and shiny, pale blue rayon bra, 
    encasing her large firm breasts.

          Camille smiled as Laura tugged the straps down.  "You're just 
    like a man," she whispered huskily.  "Can't wait to get your hands 
    on my boobs."

          "You're right," Laura swallowed, unclasping Camille's bra, 
    slipping it off, exposing the girl's incredible naked breasts.

          They were large and firm, but perfectly shaped, with huge, 
    brown, round, swelling nipples.  Laura cradled the luscious globes 
    in her palms, lowering her mouth to them.  For about two minutes she 
    sucked and tongued Camille's large nipples, squeezing and kneading 
    the firm balls of her breasts at the same time, until Camille's 
    knees grew weak.

          "Ohhh . . . oh Laura, I've got to sit," she gasped.  "Or lay 
    down."

          "Yes," Laura said, pulling her down on the bed.

          "Take off your clothes too."  Camille's dark eyes burned.  
    "Please."

          Laura smiled.  Slowly she did a strip for Camille, who pulled 
    off the rest of her own clothes as she watched.  Laura realized that 
    she rarely paused to enjoy the way her lovers felt about her body, 
    how they seemed to love it the way she loved every inch of theirs.  
    Camille's burning eyes on her naked breasts, on her belly, her 
    thighs, her ass, her pussy inflamed her, made her blood sizzle and 
    pump wildly.

          By the time she was naked, both of them were out of control.  
    Camille grabbed Laura and pulled her down on the bed, guiding one of 
    Laura's breasts into her mouth, sucking Laura's nipple hard.  Laura 
    went wild, surprised at herself for being so horny so closely after 
    such frantic fucking with Sholandra.  But Camille was a hot, urgent 
    lover.

          She did the same thing to Laura's other breast, sucking and 
    even nibbling Laura's throbbing nipple, until Laura was trembling 
    and twisting and moaning, on the verge of an orgasm already.  She 
    realized she almost always made her lover come first, but this time 
    Camille had her quickly on the edge herself, keening and squirming, 
    panting uncontrollably.

          "Oh god . . . oh!" she gasped as Camille slipped between her 
    thighs.  "Unngghh!" she moaned as she felt Camille's mouth against 
    her throbbing, melting pussy, eating her passionately.

          She couldn't help gyrating and pumping her hips frantically, 
    pushing her cunt up into the invading tongue, the sucking lips.  In 
    only a few more seconds she erupted into a long, undulating climax.

          "Unngghhmmnnggnneee!" she groaned, grimacing as the ecstacy 
    ripped through her arching body.

          Camille tended to her lovingly until she regained her senses, 
    hovering over Laura's prone body, kissing her, then dangling her 
    gorgeous breasts in Laura's face, letting the large, thick nipples 
    brush Laura's lips, until Laura was overcome by her own desire for 
    Camille.  

          "Oh girl, they're so beautiful," she said, holding both firm 
    globes in her hands and running her tongue across both of Camille's 
    big, excited nipples.

          She nipped one gently with her teeth.

          "Ahhh!" Camille breathed, a sharp intake of air through her 
    clenched teeth.  "God, yes . . . bite it!" she said in a low, hungry 
    voice.

          Laura rolled the thick, wet nipple between her thumb and 
    finger, wanting to do it but reluctant to hurt Camille.

          "I don't want to hurt you," she whispered.

          Camille's eyes burned into hers.  "Please!" she said softly.  
    "Please . . . bite it.  Oh Laura . . . fuck me and bite me, I'm so 
    close, I'm going to come, please!"

          Gently, Laura rolled her over onto her back and began to do 
    what Camille had asked for.  Her hand found the girl's very wet 
    pussy, and with her other hand she bunched up Camille's incredibly 
    beautiful breasts, one at a time, and attacked the protruding, 
    swollen nipples with her mouth, sucking them hard, hand-fucking 
    Camille into almost hysterical need. 

          At the critical moment, she sank her teeth into one beautiful, 
    bulging, brown, saliva-shiny bud, pressing her fingers sharply into 
    Camille's clit at the same time, rubbing hard.  Camille came 
    sharply, a strangled cry of rapture catching in her throat as her 
    body surged and writhed in the rumpled sheets.

          "Anngghhiiieerrgghmmngg!" she cried out, grimacing, her nails 
    biting into Laura's shoulders as the spasms of her climax wrenched 
    her.

          When it waned, she propped herself up on her elbows, still 
    panting softly.  She smiled at Laura.

          "That's what I wanted.  For us to be alone, and really do it 
    without sharing.  I mean, with Rob and you it was great.  But I 
    wanted you alone."

          "I know what you mean," Laura said, caressing her, marvelling 
    still at her body. 

          "I don't know why, but I knew you would make me come like 
    that," Camille confessed.

          "Like what?" Laura giggled softly.

          "Hard.  Really hard."  She rubbed her nipple with two fingers. 
    "You bit me."

          "You asked me to."

          "You know," Camille said, almost in a whisper, eyes twinkling.  
    "Sometimes I like it really rough?  Am I a pervert or something?  I 
    mean, Rob won't do it rough.  He's afraid he'll hurt me.  But I like 
    it that way sometimes."

          "Me too," Laura confessed.

          "Only it has to be spontaneous.  I mean, I don't like starting 
    out with the idea that you're going to get rough.  But I once had a 
    boyfriend who really raped me a few times.  He was sort of a jerk, 
    but when he really raped me hard, and pinched my nipples, and bit my 
    ass, I really came like crazy.  I knew it was sick, but I sort of 
    got to like it, even."

          "Mmmmm, I know how he felt," Laura murmured, cradling both of 
    Camille's large, jutting breasts in her palms.  "I want to rape you 
    too.  I want to swallow these."

          A sharp shiver gripped Camille.  "God . . . you're making me 
    horny again."

          "I want to fuck your pussy with my pussy," Laura breathed, 
    again sucking Camille's large, thick nipples.

          "Ohhh!  Oh . . . how do we do that?" she asked, panting, her 
    eyes glazing as Laura's mouth ravished her bursting wet nipples.

          Laura pushed Camille gently down onto her back and slid one 
    leg under Camille's, bringing their groins together until the wet 
    lips of their pussies met.

          "Ohhh! . . . Jesus!" Camille breathed, moaning with excitment.

          And they proceeded to fuck one another into a frenzy of 
    coming.  In fact, Camille came twice, so thrilling Laura that she 
    too came a second time, her body flexing in sharp spasms of bliss.  
    She had never come more than once doing this, but Camille took to it 
    so enthusiastically, and came so hard, that both of them had second 
    orgasms almost without trying.

          When it was over, they coiled together and fucked some more.  
    Both of them had several more climaxes by late afternoon.

          "I knew it would be like this," Camille said, as they lay 
    slackly together, recovering from another explosion.  "I knew we 
    could just fuck and fuck, without stopping.  You're just as much of 
    a tramp as I am," she grinned.

          "Guilty as charged," Laura said, though feeling exhausted. 

          First three supercharged days with Brandi, then a whole night 
    of feverish screwing with Sholandra, and now several hours with 
    Camille.  Laura's whole body cried out for rest.  And, as Camille 
    was finally dressing to leave, Laura realized that Sholandra would 
    be returning soon.

          Oh god, I hope she doesn't get here until Camille is gone! she 
    thought.  And this time, she was lucky.  Camille left at four, and 
    at four-ten Sholandra buzzed downstairs.  Taking a deep breath, 
    Laura answered the intercom.

          "I've got a present for you," Sholandra's voice came through 
    the speaker, smoky and alluring.  "Just two hints.  It's black, and 
    it's sopping wet."

          Laura, in spite of her fatigue, could feel her pussy pulse 
    excitedly as she heard this.  "Oh god, baby, come right up," she 
    said into the microphone, buzzing open the door.

          And Sholandra really did look stunning.  She wore a stylish 
    tight black dress with a red scarf, the skirt so short that her 
    delicious legs were almost totally visible.  Laura shut and bolted 
    the door.  They kissed hotly, voraciously.

          "Mmmm, did you guess the present?" Sholandra said into Laura's 
    neck as she made goosebumps grip Laura's body everywhere.

          "I want to put my tongue into it," Laura breathed into her 
    ear.

          "God, I'm almost coming already," Sholandra murmured, 
    trembling as Laura pulled her toward the bedroom.

          They both undressed on the way and fell on the bed in a 
    frenzy.  It was as if they had never fucked through the night, or 
    indeed ever before.  Sholandra's pussy really was sopping wet, a 
    juicy black-edged slit of glistening pink flesh.  In their brief 
    time together, Laura had never seen it so wet.  She was so aroused 
    by it that she pushed her mouth into it, sucking and tongue-stabbing 
    it, her hands all over Sholandra's delectable ass and smooth brown 
    thighs. 

          "Oh . . . unh!  Oh Laura . . . unh!  Unh!  Oh god . . . oh 
    shit oh!  Unhhhh!" Sholandra panted, squirming wildly, completely 
    overwhelmed by Laura's passionate assault.

          Laura even surprised herself, but she was crazy with hunger 
    for Sholandra's delectable wet pussy, and she ate it in a sharp 
    frenzy, bringing Sholandra to an orgasm before either of them 
    expected it.  Sholandra's body clenched, the breath momentarily left 
    her lungs, and she shuddered as a spasm of coming gripped her.

          "Ungghhaaunngghh!" she groaned.  "Oh!  Ungghh!  Ohaanngghhhh!"

          She came in short, agonizing bursts, her face torn with bliss.  
    After a few minutes, she surfaced, groggy and dazed but smiling.

          "I thought for a few seconds you were going to get me going 
    like you did that one time, where I came about four or five times in 
    a row, without stopping," she said softly.

          "Mmmmm, we could try for that again, if you like," Laura 
    murmured, smiling too, ashamed of herself for forgetting that, like 
    Yvette, Sholandra had a g-spot.

          But in answer, Sholandra pushed Laura onto her back.  "Not 
    until I get what I came for," she said, beginning to make love 
    aggressively to Laura.

          And even though Laura was approaching total exhaustion, just 
    being naked in the same bed with Sholandra was almost enough by 
    itself to make her come.  And with Sholandra's help she was groaning 
    through an excruciating climax in about two minutes.  As she had 
    discovered during marathon fucking sessions with Karen, the more 
    exhausted her body became, the more intense--almost physically 
    painful--her orgasms were.  This one had her wincing and crying out 
    in agony as the fierce, almost unendurable ecstacy wrenched her 
    overworked nerves, leaving her panting and weeping softly when it 
    finally released her.

          Even Sholandra was alarmed.  "Laura . . . are you all right?" 
    she whispered, kissing Laura's cheek.

          "Yes," Laura barely breathed.

          "What are these?" Sholandra asked, touching the fingernail 
    marks on Laura's shoulders with her forefinger.

          Laura had completely forgotten about the scratches Camille had 
    given her when the girl had been writhing in the grip of a sharp 
    climax.  She tried to keep from blushing with embarrassment.

          "I . . . don't know," she whispered, barely audibly.

          "They look like scratches to me," Sholandra said, her dark, 
    beautiful eyes widening.  "They weren't there this morning."

          Laura looked down, deeply ashamed.

          "Oh Laura . . . you . . . while I was gone?  You did it with 
    somebody else?"

          Laura looked up and saw two big tears sliding down the 
    beautiful girl's cheeks.  She felt terrible.

          "I . . . can explain," she said glumly.

          "Save it!" Sholandra said, jumping off the bed, snatching up 
    her clothes from the floor.

          Even though Laura had just had a devastating orgasm, and 
    realized she must have climaxed about twenty times in the past night 
    and day, she found the sight of the beautiful, stark naked Sholandra 
    furiously gathering up her bra and panties and skirt from the floor 
    and hastily putting them on wildly arousing.  She wanted to 
    apologize, to do anything to soften the girl's fury, but half of her 
    also wanted to grab Sholandra and rape her.  The other half wanted 
    to sleep for about three days.

          "Sholandra, I think you should listen to me," Laura said, 
    softly.

          But by now Sholandra was weeping bitterly as she dressed.  Her 
    eyes sparkled with diamond tears as she glowered at Laura.

          "No, you listen to me!  You . . . lesbian slut!  I gave more 
    than my body to you.  This was more to me than just a little fling 
    at a dirty, perverted, secret sick fuck, you know."

          "It was, and is, more to me, too," Laura said, calmly.

          "Like shit it is!  You're a slut.  I left for a few hours and 
    you couldn't stay out of bed with another . . . girl!  I know it was 
    a girl, right?  You're worse than a damn man!"

          Laura wilted under the barrage of insults.  Feeling very naked 
    suddenly herself, she pulled the sheet up around her body.

          "I'm sorry," she said, so softly it was almost inaudible.

          But Sholandra heard it.  Momentarily she softened, but then 
    grew rigid with fury again.  She tried to summon up yet another 
    insult, but apparently couldn't.  Then, amazingly to Laura, she 
    softened again.  She was fully clothed now, though haphazardly.  She 
    came over to the bed.

          She purposely reached down and pulled the sheet away from 
    Laura's naked body, daubing her eyes with the corner.  At the same 
    time, she looked pointedly at Laura's naked breasts.

          "You made me into one too," she said, wanly, as if it were 
    merely a fact, not an accusation.  "I can't look at you without 
    wanting you, now."

          Laura reached out to her.  "Oh, honey . . ."

          But Sholandra shook her head, her eyes brimming again with 
    tears.  "Been cheated on before," she said, gulping back her sobs.

          "I can make it up to you," Laura said, her eyes imploring 
    Sholandra to drop it.  "I can make it up to you this minute."

          Now Sholandra turned furious again, as if a switch were 
    thrown.  "How?  By fucking?  Is that how you solve everything?  We 
    do it, then I forget you been doing it with someone else?  An hour 
    ago?  In these same sheets?  Why didn't I smell her?  Was she black 
    too?  Do you have a thing about black girls?  Did she come so hard 
    she scratched you without knowing it?  Did you tell her she had to 
    leave because sweet little innocent Sholandra was coming back this 
    afternoon for some more guilty, perverted screwing?"

          Laura shook her head, slowly, knowing she had already lost.  
    "You may not believe this . . . but I really care about you," she 
    said softly, staring directly into Sholandra's eyes.  "Very deeply.  
    More than the others.  But you're right.  I couldn't help myself."

          "How do you think it makes me feel?"

          "Bad, I'm sure.  It makes me feel bad."

          "Oh yeah!  I bet you was feeling real bad while she was 
    moaning and coming and scratching you!"  She pouted.  "I know how 
    bad you feel when I'm the one doing it."

          Now she was crying more than ever, and when Laura tried to get 
    up, to put on some clothes too, to go to her, she ran from the room.  
    In another second, Laura heard the front door slamming as Sholandra 
    left.  


