Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 46
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 46


          Laura moped around throughout the weekend, unable to forget 
    that she and Jonelle could have been gloriously and exhaustively 
    fucking in the absence of Jonelle's little boy, if only Jonelle had 
    been able to give in to it.  She couldn't get rid of her feelings, 
    which were deeper for Jonelle than for anyone since Rina.  God, I 
    love her, she thought.  I can't stand it without her.

          But she had to.  Monday at work she ran into Yvette in the 
    bathroom.  They were alone.  Yvette's eyes burned.

          "Laura, god, I'm dying for you," she said in a hushed voice, 
    looking around to make sure there was no one in the stalls.  "All I 
    do is dream of fucking with you."

          "Shhhh.  What if someone hears?"

          "There's no one here.  Kiss me.  Quick."

          "No . . . don't!" Laura pulled back.  "We can't.  It's too 
    dangerous."

          "Come in here."

          Yvette pulled her into a toilet stall and shut the door.  

          "We can't . . . Yvette."

          But Yvette's warm, wet mouth was already crushing hers, 
    drinking hers.  Yvette's hand squeezed her breasts through her 
    blouse and bra.  Yvette's tongue coiled around hers.  Laura's pulse 
    jumped up and raced frantically.

          But finally she pulled away.  "We can't!  We'll get caught."

          "I know."

          Quickly, they smoothed out their clothes and stepped back out 
    of the stall, just as someone came through the door.  Sighing with 
    relief, Laura took her into the hall.

          "Meet me in Bob Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," Yvette 
    said.  "I need you."

          Laura felt a stab of panic.  "No.  I can't.  His secretary 
    knows me."

          God, I can't go there with Yvette, in front of Jonelle! she 
    thought.  But she knew she wanted it as badly as Yvette did.  Yvette 
    looked gorgeous.  It had been over a month since they were last 
    together, and Laura desired her fiercely.  Yvette wore a sheer white 
    blouse that made her bra and slip straps visible, as well as her 
    smooth, black skin.  Laura could feel a tiny hot pulse beating deep 
    in her cunt as she looked at the girl.

          Yvette frowned.  "Jonelle Roberts?  That aloof nigger bitch?"

          Laura gulped.  "Why do you call her that?"

          "'Cause she is.  Thinks she's too fine to be friends with 
    anybody.  Stuck up.  Frigid, probably.  Bob would give his right arm 
    to fuck her."

          "She seems nice enough to me," Laura said softly.

          Suddenly Yvette squinted, jealous.  "You'd like to screw her 
    too, wouldn't you," she said.

          "Don't be silly," Laura said, looking away.
  
          She was not good at lying, and feared blushing.  

          "I'm sorry, Laura," Yvette said, suddenly contrite.  "I get 
    jealous."

          "I know."

          "We could go across the street to the hotel again."

          "But it's so expensive.  Anyway, we almost killed each other 
    the last time."

          Yvette smiled, remembering it.  "God, you're right.  Let's do 
    it."

          Laura shook her head.  "I can't afford that again."

          "Let me think.  I know.  Jasmine Harper is gone for the 
    afternoon.  School conference.  You know where her office is?"

          "Did you let her fuck you too?" Laura grinned.

          Yvette grimaced.

          "Only kidding.  Yes, I know where it is."

          "Meet me there at three?"

          Laura nearly went into meltdown on the spot.  "Yes," she half-
    croaked, already beginning to tremble with lust.

          Just existing until three was hard, let alone getting any work 
    done.  She thought of Yvette, of the wild pleasure they had given 
    one another in the past, of that lunch hour in the Hilton hotel 
    across the street.  And she thought of Arthur, and how he had 
    viciously raped her and threatened to kill her next time.  And she 
    thought of Jonelle, sweet, frightened Jonelle.  She remembered the 
    deep, aching, long orgasms the girl had had in her arms, and she 
    thought of Yvette's fierce, almost preternatural jealousy.

          At five minutes to three, she walked the corridors to Jasmine 
    Harper's office, which was at the other end of the building.  Even 
    the faces she saw there were unfamiliar, which made her less uneasy.  
    Yvette was already there.  She let Laura in and shut the door.

          "How'd you get the key?" Laura whispered.

          "She never locks it," Yvette winked.

          "But if that's true, couldn't anybody just pop in?"

          "What's the matter, a little danger bother you?  Doesn't that 
    make it more exciting?"  Yvette smiled mischievously. 

          While she was talking, she unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped 
    her bra and slip straps down her arm, exposing one of her beautiful 
    breasts to Laura.  The thick, black, bulbous nipple gleamed.

          "Don't you want this?" Yvette teased.  "Isn't it worth the 
    risk?"

          Laura couldn't resist.  She cupped Yvette's exquisite small 
    breast in her hand and lowered her mouth to it, sucking the big soft 
    nipple in deep.

          "Ahh!" Yvette gasped excitedly.

          "Don't make any noise," Laura murmured.

          "God, baby, suck me hard," Yvette panted.

          There was no sofa in this office, no place to lie down.  Laura 
    sucked Yvette's beautiful small breasts until she was whimpering, 
    very softly, with need.  Then she pushed Yvette down on top of 
    Jasmine Harper's desk and pulled up her skirt.  In seconds she had 
    Yvette's panties off and her mouth on Yvette's streaming pussy.

          "Oh!  Oh!" Yvette gasped, trying to be quiet.

          "Shhhh!" Laura warned, hungry for her but terrified of being 
    caught.

          "Oh god, I'm going to come!" Yvette moaned.  "Now . . . now!  
    Unnnggh!  Auunngghh!"

          Desperately, Laura's hand flew up to Yvette's mouth to try to 
    stop her cries of ecstacy.  She muffled them somewhat, and after the 
    initial sharp spasms of her climax, Yvette got control of herself.  
    Her body stopped quivering, and she caught her breath.

          "God . . . I'm sorry," she said, sitting up.  "I didn't think 
    it would happen so fast.  I was so horny for you."

          Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.  Both of them 
    froze.  Laura pulled back while Yvette slid off the desk and pulled 
    down her skirt.  She quickly tried to get her bra, which was only 
    half off, back on and her blouse buttoned while Laura scooped her 
    panties up from the floor and quickly pitched them into the 
    wastebasket.

          Thinking quickly, Laura sat down at the desk, motioning to 
    Yvette to go over by the window.  The knock came again.  Laura 
    cleared her throat, trying not to panic.

          "Yes?" she said in a slightly shaky voice.

          A clerk opened the door, a girl, who seemed oblivious to what 
    had been going on.

          "Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said.  "I was looking for Ms. 
    Harper."

          Didn't hear us, Laura thought, with relief.  Didn't hear 
    Yvette, that is.  She glanced over at Yvette, who looked over 
    shoulder furtively.

          "Ms. Harper is away for the afternoon," Laura said evenly.  
    "I'm doing some work for her, so she let me use her office."

          "Oh.  Well, will you see that she gets these?" said the clerk, 
    laying some papers on the desk.

          "I certainly will."

          The clerk looked to Yvette, then back to Laura.  She seemed to 
    feel something was fishy, but didn't care to make an issue of it.  
    She left, and Laura looked at Yvette with pained longing, and 
    unrequited lust.  Yvette crossed the room to her.

          "I'm sorry," she said.

          Laura kissed her, impetuously.  "I want to fuck you.  I want 
    to really fuck you, us together, naked, in a bed."

          "I know.  I do too.  Maybe I can get away."

          Laura shook her head.  "Don't risk it.  He'll kill you."

          "I'll think of something."

          And she did.  Laura had walked in the door of her apartment 
    only five minutes when the lobby bell rang.  It was Yvette.  Laura's 
    heart fluttered and she felt herself getting wet as she waited for 
    Yvette to come up in the elevator.

          As soon as she got through the door, and Laura bolted it, they 
    began tearing at one another's clothes.

          "God, I need you, I need you," Laura heard herself panting, 
    almost embarrassed by her animal lust for Yvette.

          "Come over here," Yvette said, pulling her away from the door, 
    into the living room.

          They couldn't make it to the bedroom.  Yvette had Laura 
    undressed in seconds.

          "God, what gorgeous underwear," she murmured as she slid 
    Laura's lacy bikini panties down her legs.  "And what a beautiful 
    pussy for me to lick . . . and suck," she breathed, quickly sliding 
    between Laura's tawny thighs and pressing her mouth to it.

          Laura went almost insane with sex hunger.  Somehow the 
    combination of her disappointment with Jonelle, and being 
    interrupted earlier when fucking with Yvette, and being safe with 
    Yvette in her own apartment released a wild, hot, frantic urgency in 
    her that she hadn't felt in a long time. 

          She was lying on the sofa, going nearly hysterical with lust, 
    pushing her pussy up into Yvette's face and squeezing her breasts 
    mercilessly, whinnying, then squealing wildly as a sudden sharp 
    stabbing orgasm pierced her thrashing body.

          "Anngghiieeeee!  Mnnnggeeeee!" she squealed, unable to stop 
    the high-pitched screams that came from her throat.  "Oh god!"

          Yvette was still half-clothed, and Laura pulled her up, 
    quickly unzipping her skirt, pulling down her panties.  They both 
    wanted to feel each other's naked body.  They kissed and coiled 
    together passionately.

          "I only have a few minutes," Yvette whispered.  "Let's go into 
    your bed and make it count."

          "Yes."

          They went to Laura's bedroom, and in her bed nearly tore each 
    other apart.  It had been months, even years, since Laura had had 
    such savage, unrestrained sex, only with Karen, and then so overlaid 
    by careful, ingenious perversions that it didn't compare with this.  
    She and Yvette tried to eat each other alive.

          The fact that Laura had climaxed only minutes earlier in the 
    living room seemed to have no effect.  They kissed and sucked and 
    fucked each other so hard that both came in less than a minute, then 
    came again as they found it impossible to stop.  But such a 
    whirlwind of passion couldn't last, and after the second one in 
    Laura's bed, they had to stop.

          "We'll kill each other if we keep this up," Laura teased, 
    nipping Yvette's gleaming black shoulder.

          But Yvette was sad.  "I want to keep going.  I want to fuck 
    with you all night."

          "But you have to go."

          Yvette nodded.  "He keeps close watch on me now.  I told him I 
    was staying a half hour late at work.  If I'm any later, he'll 
    call."

          "He might smell me on you."

          "I know.  He's so suspicious."

          "You could take a shower."

          "I haven't got time."  She was up, dressing, her beautiful 
    naked body disappearing under her clothes. 
 
          "When will I see you again?" Laura asked plaintively.  This 
    quick, excruciatingly intense fucking had reminded her how deep her 
    attachment was to Yvette, thoughts of Jonelle aside.

          "You'll see me tomorrow, at work," Yvette smiled ruefully.  
    "Though we won't be able to do anything about it."

          "I know."

          "By the way," Yvette said, absently.  "Do you know Karen 
    Washington?"

          Laura acted dumb.  "Washington?"

          "She says she knows you," Yvette said, a little more 
    pointedly.  "Black, big boobs, good looking.  Very good looking, 
    actually.  I thought you might have . . . you know---"

          "Oh, her," Laura said, feigning a difficult recollection.  
    "Karen.  I do know her.  Yes.  She used to work in Procurement, 
    which was right next to my cubicle when I worked in External 
    Affairs.  She is good looking, you're right."

          "You two never . . ."  Yvette looked both inquisitorial and 
    faintly jealous.

          Laura decided that the only way to deflect her suspicion was 
    to laugh it off.  "Can't say I wouldn't like to," she said, tongue 
    in cheek.  "Why, did she come on to you?  Is she . . . that way?"

          "I don't know if she was coming on to me or not," Yvette said, 
    seriously.  "I think she was."

          "You sound tempted."

          "Listen, my husband's already eager to kill me over you.  Do 
    you think I'd give him another reason?"

          "I guess not."

          "Next time she comes on to me, I'll give her your phone 
    number."

          Laura embraced and kissed her.  "Don't sound so mean."

          "I'm sorry," Yvette said, softly.  "But I know you're not just 
    sitting around waiting for me to get free.  I don't even want to 
    think about you in bed with someone else."

          Laura had no idea how to respond.  Instead, she kissed Yvette 
    again, then sadly watched her walk down the hall toward the 
    elevator.

          Later in the week, Karen dropped by Laura's apartment at 
    dinner time.

          "Just wondering if you'd like to dine out or dine in," she 
    smiled.  

          "In, of course," Laura said, feeling her blood begin to race 
    as it always did when she saw Karen.

          Not only was the girl gorgeous, but together they had such a 
    history of overheated, unrestrained sexual perversion that Laura's 
    body responded to the sight of Karen almost automatically.  Oh, now 
    I'm going to get savagely, brutally, gloriously fucked, her body 
    seemed to tell her.  And she got wet immediately.

          Karen, she knew, responded the same way to her.  Laura shut 
    the door and slowly, tantalizingly, salaciously slid the bolt shut. 

          "Oooohh, trapped," Karen winked.

          "By an evil witch, in her dungeon," Laura teased back.

          Karen's eyes widened theatrically.  "What she gon' do to me?"

          Laura took her hand and led her through the living room, into 
    the bedroom.

          "Why . . . I believe you mean to take advantage of me 
    physically," Karen said with mock fright.

          Laura kissed her mouth, and Karen kissed back aggressively.

          "God, it's good to see you," Laura said.

          She began to undress Karen, and had Karen's blouse almost off, 
    and her bra unclasped, when her doorbell rang again.

          "Oh shit, who can that be?" she wondered out loud.

          Karen's eyes twinkled.  "You'd better answer it.  Could be 
    your little teenage cutie, with her fantastic body.  If you don't 
    answer, she might take that little coozie over to some stud's house 
    and let him pound it."

          "God, you might be right," Laura said.

          "Don't worry about me.  I can dress myself," Karen grinnned, 
    fastening her bra again, buttoning her blouse.

          "Just sit tight," Laura told her.  "I've got plans for you."

          "I hope so."

          She went to the door.  And it was Chanitra.  My god, she's 
    psychic! she thought of Karen.  How did she know?

          "Hi . . . Chanitra," she said, awkwardly.

          "Hi.  Can I come in?"

          "Well . . . actually, I already have company."

          Chanitra grinned her mischievous grin.  "Company?  You mean 
    some chick you fuckin'?"

          Laura blushed beet red.  She couldn't remember having been so 
    embarrassed.  "Don't talk that way," she said, grabbing Chanitra by 
    the elbow and yanking her inside.  "Not in the hallway.  Somebody 
    might hear you."

          Laura closed the door.  Chanitra looked around.

          "Where is she?  In the bedroom, I bet."

          "Look, I'm fully clothed, Chanitra.  Do I look like I was . . 
    . doing what you said?"

          "You took a while coming to the door," Chanitra smiled.

          "Why are you so interested?"  Laura could feel her blood 
    stirring.

          "Maybe I'd like to . . . you know . . ."

          Now that her embarrassment was lifting, Laura looked at 
    Chanitra's body for the first time.  As usual, she was dressed 
    provocatively.  The weather was warm, and she wore her cutoffs, 
    showing off her beautiful young legs.  On top she wore a loose white 
    shawl-like blouse that draped across her shoulders, revealing lots 
    of her delicious, smooth black skin, and suggesting the hard little 
    balls of her breasts beneath it.

          Before Laura had a chance to reply, she saw Chanitra's eyes 
    widen as Karen walked in from the direction of the bedroom.

          "Ooohh, she black, too," Chanitra said, sounding even more 
    amused and excited now.  "You really dig African-American pussy, 
    don't you, Laura."

          Laura blushed again.  But Karen smiled and walked over to her, 
    putting one arm around Laura's shoulders and giving her a kiss on 
    the cheek.

          "She digs this one," she said in a very soft, suggestive 
    voice, staring hotly at Chanitra.  "And from what I can gather, she 
    digs yours too."


