Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 52
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 52



          In spite of her orgiastic afternoon of fucking with Chanitra 
    and Yvette, followed by her masturbatory frenzy with Brandi, Laura 
    longed to see Jonelle, who had been too busy with her son and work 
    to spare any time.  She longed for Jonelle sexually, but even more, 
    some part of her whole being yearned for the girl, yearned to simply 
    gaze in Jonelle's deep eyes, to look at her incredible, exquisite 
    face.

          Finally, she went to Jonelle's desk, even though it might mean 
    running into Barbara Crump, or Yvette, who worked often with 
    Jonelle's boss.  Jonelle seemed happy to see her, but nervous.

          "I need you," Laura whispered to her.  "I love you.  I need 
    you."

          Jonelle smiled, then looked around anxiously.  "You know 
    Yvette Farmer?" she asked, forehead wrinkled.

          Uh oh, Laura thought.  What had Yvette been up to?

          "Yes, I know her.  We worked together once on a project.  
    Why?"

          Jonelle pouted, looking troubled.  "Oh, nothing.  She said 
    something . . . weird, that's all."

          Laura dared to drop one hand down to Jonelle's desk and curl a 
    finger around hers.  "I need to see you."   Then with her mouth she 
    again made the words I love you.

          Jonelle would have blushed, had she been able.  But her eyes 
    sparkled, and her exquisitely beautiful face lighted up.

          "Maybe tomorrow night," she whispered.  "But only for an hour 
    or so."

          "Anything," Laura said.

          She knew she was glowing with love, and it must be visible for 
    miles.  Both of them knew that what they felt would be quickly 
    apparent to others if they weren't careful.  Laura stood up tall 
    again and acted very businesslike.

          "I'll see you then," she said, with formal distance.

          Jonelle nodded crisply.  "See you then.  Tomorrow.  I'll call 
    you."

          When she didn't call and didn't call, Laura nearly became 
    frantic.  Her heart actually ached for Jonelle.  She couldn't think 
    of anything else.  Then, at four-thirty on the following day, 
    Jonelle called her at her desk.

          "I can make it right after work for an hour," Jonelle 
    whispered into the phone.  "Eric's at a cub scout meeting until 
    six." 

          "Can you meet me there or do you want a ride?"

          "I've got my car.  See you there."

          Jonelle's voice was vibrant with excitement, and Laura could 
    hardly contain her own.  We're like two kids, she thought.  Only we 
    want to devour each other, that's all.

          The anticipation nearly killed her.  She was wet from the 
    moment of the phone call until she opened the door to her apartment 
    forty-five minutes later to let Jonelle in.  She hurriedly shut the 
    door and and threw the bolt, and they fell together in a scorching 
    kiss right there.  Jonelle's purse dropped to the floor. 

          Laura nearly raped her on the spot and had to call on all her 
    self-control just to pull back and go a little more slowly.

          "God, I'm sorry," she said. "I just missed you so bad.  I'm so 
    wet for you."

          Jonelle grinned broadly.  "Me too.  What are we standing here 
    for?"

          In Laura's bedroom, with the door shut, they both became more 
    controlled.  Slowly and carefully, Laura removed each piece of 
    Jonelle's clothing, kissing and caressing every inch of her body as 
    it became visible and enjoying the slow, simmering build-up.  When 
    she came to the small swellings and huge, protruding, black nipples 
    of Jonelle's breasts, she lavished her caresses on them, licking 
    Jonelle's nipples and kissing them and sucking them passionately.

          "Don't know why you like them so much," Jonelle said softly.  
    "No man ever liked them like you do."

          "Because they're exquisitely beautiful," Laura murmured, 
    sucking one entire breast into her mouth.

          "Oh!  Unhhhh!  God . . . you sure can make them feel good," 
    Jonelle sighed.

          Laura was still dressed, but she couldn't take her hands or 
    her mouth off Jonelle's small, exquisite breasts.  Jonelle liked to 
    have them sucked hard, even gently bitten, and Laura gave in to her 
    urge to swallow the delicious girl.  She sucked and bit Jonelle's 
    big nipples while sliding her hand down to Jonelle's sopping wet 
    pussy.

          "Oh!  Ohhnnnnggg . . . oh Laura oh god oh bite it yes!  Oh 
    auuggnnhh yes . . . oh!  Oh!  Laura . . . please!  Auugnnh!  Oh god 
    now now!  Unnmmnngghhiieee!"

          Jonelle came like a rocket going off.  All the pent-up need 
    from the several weeks since she had last seen Laura came boiling up 
    at once in a squealing, shattering orgasm from which she quickly 
    sank into the rapturous trance Laura had seen before.  Her body 
    undulated and quivered through several more intense spasms before 
    going slack, leaving her panting and moaning softly, sweetly in 
    Laura's arms. 

          Then suddenly her eyes widened.  

          "You've still got your clothes on," she said, wonderingly.

          "I wanted you too much to stop."

          "But I can take care of that," Jonelle said.  "I want to fuck 
    you too.  See, you got me saying that word.  I never said that word, 
    not even in high school, when everybody else did.  But you got me 
    saying it.  I want to fuck you, Laura."

          Jonelle's eyes burned into Laura's as she began to unbutton 
    Laura's blouse.  To hear Jonelle say it like that made Laura nearly 
    turn to jelly.  They were the most erotic words she had ever heard 
    from another person's mouth.

          And Jonelle's lips on her neck, then her chest, then dipping 
    into the valley between her breasts as Jonelle's fingers quickly 
    unclasped her bra behind her back, had the same effect.  She was 
    shocked by the depth of feeling she had for Jonelle that was all 
    mixed in with her sexual desire for the girl.

          "Mmmmm, now if I had boobs like these, I could see you feeling 
    that way," Jonelle murmured, cradling Laura's perfect breasts in her 
    palms.  "All the men would be wanting to touch them, and kiss them."

          "You want men to touch them?" Laura asked, hating herself for 
    showing her jealousy?

          Jonelle leaned forward and gave Laura the most emotional, 
    moving kiss she had experienced in years.  "Laura," she whispered, 
    "I don't want anyone to touch them but you."

          "Do it to me, honey," Laura whispered into Jonelle's teeth.  
    "Do it to me now.  Please.  I can't wait." 

          Jonelle's hands closed over Laura's naked breasts, squeezing 
    them.  She dropped her mouth to them, sucking one of Laura's nipples 
    into it, bringing a soft moan of pleasure involuntarily from Laura's 
    throat.  Gently, Jonelle pushed Laura onto her back on the bed and 
    crouched over her, sucking and tonguing Laura's nipples until Laura 
    was writhing and whimpering helplessly.

          Then she explored Laura's body slowly with her hands and 
    mouth, in a more thorough way than she had ever done before, using 
    Laura's delaying techniques on Laura herself.  Laura had gone 
    through many emotional couplings, especially with Rina and Yvette, 
    but this one moved her even more.  Not only the feelings in her body 
    but the tenderness for Jonelle in her mind seemed to overwhelm her 
    in a hot cloud of throbbing, resonating pleasure that almost whirred 
    out of control when Jonelle's slowly moving lips finally reached her 
    pussy.

          "Oh!  Oh god!" Laura gasped, her body arching and clenching 
    convulsively.

          She was so tightly wound that it took only a few seconds for 
    her to burst.  Jonelle's tongue slid up into her, then back out and 
    across her clit, jabbing it, flicking it, and Laura spilled over 
    with hot, violent coming.

          "Auungghh!  Oh . . . god yes oh ohnggghh!  Auuggnnmmnnggeee!" 
    she wailed, her body surging off the bed as spasm after spasm of 
    nearly unbearble pleasure wracked her.

          The release of emotion was almost as strong as the release of 
    sexual tension, and she found herself weeping softly as she and 
    Jonelle coiled together kissing, then rearranged themselves into a 
    comfortable sixty-nine position with Jonelle on top.  In this way 
    they had two more orgasms apiece.

          It was while they were cuddling and kissing after this that 
    Jonelle shocked Laura with a question out of the blue.

          "Did you ever do this with Yvette Farmer?" she asked, with no 
    warning.

          A cold squirt of fear shot through Laura.  It took all her 
    self-control not to blush or stammer.

          "No . . . of course not," she said, trying to remain calm.  
    "What gave you that idea?"

          "Oh, a couple things.  She's pretty.  Kinda your type, if you 
    know what I mean.  And she said this weird thing to me the other 
    day."

          "What."

          "She said I'd better stop flirting with you."

          "That's all she said?"

          "Yeah.  Then she kinda glared at me and walked away.  She 
    must've seen you and me talking.  It was almost like she was 
    jealous.  That's why I asked."

          "Maybe she was just . . . I don't know, trying to say you 
    shouldn't be talking during work or something like that," Laura 
    said, running on, very nervous and stricken with fear that somehow 
    Jonelle would find out about her and Yvette.

          "You never did fuck her, eh?" Jonelle asked, using the 'f' 
    word now for effect, even accentuating it a little.

          And now Laura could feel herself actually flushing.  But she 
    stared straight into Jonelle's eyes and lied.

          "Never, she said in an even voice.

          Jonelle smiled.  "I didn't think so.  But I know I wasn't your 
    first.  Girl, I mean.  So I thought---"

          "I know what you thought, and what I ought to do to you for 
    it," Laura giggled, dragging her down to the mattress again and 
    kissing her exuberantly.  "I should do this . . . and this."

          "Oh!  Oh yes . . . oh Laura please," Jonelle breathed, 
    overcome with excitement as Laura began to caress her naked body 
    again.

          And this time Laura pulled out all the stops, until she 
    brought on one of Jonelle's deep orgasmic trances, a shattering, 
    long, interminable orgasm that left Jonelle groggy and reeling with 
    ecstacy.  And all through it Laura could hear her own voice 
    repeating, "Jonelle, I love you, I love you, oh Jonelle, I love 
    you."  

          She was still murmuring it in Jonelle's marvelous dark brown 
    ear as Jonelle surfaced from her incredible climax.  And Jonelle's 
    eyes glistened as she said the words back to Laura, sealing a 
    connection that had been clear but unaffirmed until then.

          "I love you, Laura."

          But then she saw the time from Laura's clock radio by the bed.

          "But I have to leave to pick up my little boy," she whispered, 
    reluctantly pulling herself away. 


