Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 81
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 81



          Laura worked late one night and it was dark when she got to 
    the parking garage in the basement of her building, where only a few 
    cars were left.  She was a little nervous, and stepped quickly, 
    looking around herself, into the shadows.  As she slid her key into 
    her doorlock, she heard some scuffling, and muted whimpering, about 
    fifty yards in back of her.

          Then a tiny yelp escaped, a women's desperate voice, and more 
    scuffling.  Oh god! she thought, peering into the darkness.  Then 
    another muffled yelp, and a sound like clothing being torn.  Oh god, 
    somebody's being raped! she thought.

          She had a can of pepper spray in her purse for just such a 
    moment, and without even thinking, she reached for it and dashed 
    toward the sound.  It took her only seconds to get there.

          It was Sholandra, bent back over the hood of her red Miata.  
    The rapist was on top of her, his cock jammed up into her, thrusting 
    savagely, holding one hand over her mouth, and bending her arm up 
    behind her back.

          She was whimpering and struggling, and again without thinking 
    Laura let out a blood-curdling scream and hurled herself onto the 
    man, kicking and scratching wildly.  Startled, he pulled back, and 
    she let him have it in the face with the pepper spray.

          The man let out a tortured cry, flinging his arm up over his 
    face.  Then he quickly pulled up his sagging trousers and ran.  It 
    was all over so fast that both Laura and Sholandra were left 
    panting, staring into the darkness where the man had fled.

          Sholandra was crying.  Her clothes were ripped, and she was 
    half-naked, but Laura didn't even notice.  First she hugged her, 
    then she pulled her up.

          "Come on, we're getting out of here," she said.

          Sholandra, for all her usual defiance and snide wit, obeyed 
    completely as Laura took her quickly back to her own car.  Only as 
    Laura began to drive away did she speak.

          "My . . . car," she whimpered softly.

          "Leave it here," Laura said firmly.  "We can come back for it.  
    I'm going to drive to the police station so you can report this."

          "No," Sholandra shook her head, tears beginning to pour down 
    her cheeks again.  "No no."

          "We have to."

          "No, I can't. Please . . . Laura."

          Grimly, Laura drove to her own apartment and took Sholandra 
    upstairs.  She herself had been raped, by Yvette's husband, and by 
    Rina's boyfriend.  She knew how it felt, how Sholandra felt.

          The fact that she had earlier wanted to fuck this beautiful 
    girl totally disappeared as she made Sholandra a hot bath, then 
    tucked her into her own bed, warmly dressed in a flannel nightgown.  
    She had not looked once at the girl's delicious naked body, taking 
    brusque and no-nonsense precautions to avoid doing so, and making 
    them clear to Sholandra.

          Looking up at Laura from under Laura's bedcovers in Laura's 
    bed, wearing Laura's nightgown, her eyes watered again.  "Thank 
    you," she whispered.

          "It happened to me," Laura said, softly.

          "Really?"

          "Yes."

          "Would you pour me a drink?  I don't think I'll be able to 
    sleep without a drink."

          "Of course."

          Laura made a drink for Sholandra, but none for herself.  They 
    talked briefly, and Sholandra fell asleep.  Laura slept on the sofa.  
    In the morning when they got up to go to work, there was tension 
    again.  Laura guessed it was because they had spent the night 
    together in the same apartment.  Sholandra had even slept in Laura's 
    bed.

          "I have to go home to change my clothes," Sholandra said.  

          They both regarded the shreds and rags of her clothes where 
    Laura had dumped them by the door.  Sholandra burst into tears again 
    at the sight of them.  Laura put one arm around her.

          "It'll take a while," she said.  "You can wear some of mine 
    home.  I'll take you to your car.  I'll come home with you, if you 
    want."

          "Would you?  I hate being such a baby, but . . ."

          "Of course I will."

          In Sholandra's apartment, Laura felt very uncomfortable.  
    Sholandra was in her bedroom, presumably putting on some fresh 
    clothes.  But Laura couldn't help remembering the last time she was 
    there, and how the sexual tension had been almost unbearable.  She 
    had wanted Sholandra, while Sholandra had wanted to tease and reject 
    her.

          But now Sholandra was grateful, even slightly sheepish.  

          "I . . . wanted to ask you where you got that . . . thing, 
    whatever it was, that you sprayed at that guy," she said, averting 
    her eyes.

          Laura hugged her again, this time more gingerly, not wanting 
    to seem to be taking advantage of the moment, or Sholandra's 
    weakness.  Then she quickly dropped her arm.

          "It's pepper spray.  I was raped twice.  I got it then.  Just 
    in case.  Tell you what.  At lunch time today we can go get you 
    some.  I have to replace mine anyway, now.  How about it?"

          "Would you?  I mean . . . do that for me?"

          "Of course."

          Now Sholandra was embarrassed by her emotions, and they 
    dropped the subject.  Later, at lunch time, they did go together to 
    the store where Laura had bought the pepper spray.  Walking back, 
    Sholandra asked her, "You were raped?"

          "Yes."

          "I guess I can see why.  I mean, you may like girls, but they 
    wouldn't know that.  Or care, I guess.  And you're really 
    beautiful."

          Laura said nothing.

          "Did they hurt you?"

          "Yes."

          "God."

          They walked on in silence, causing many stares, since both 
    were stunning.

          "Did he hurt you?" Laura asked softly.

          It was softly said, but Sholandra suddenly and unexpectedly 
    burst into tears.  She stood on the sidewalk, sobbing, leaning 
    against a light stanchion.  Not wanting to hug her in public, Laura 
    put a comforting hand on her arm.

          "Oh god . . . I'm sorry," Sholandra wept.

          "You'll be okay," Laura murmured.  "You will."

          In a moment Sholandra got control.  She wiped her eyes.  They 
    walked slowly back to work.

          "She got her boobs pumped up, did you know that?" Sholandra 
    sniffed, asking a bizarre question out of the blue.

          "What?" Laura said.

          "That model you look like.  Stephanie Seymour.  She had a boob 
    job."

          "So I heard."

          "I can't imagine why.  Her boobs are probably already great."

          Laura blushed.  It was almost as if they were talking about 
    her own breasts.  She wondered why Sholandra was rattling on about 
    this.

          "I wouldn't know," she said, vaguely.

          "I've thought of it," Sholandra said.  "Mine are kind of 
    small."

          Laura realized that Sholandra was looking sideways at her.  
    She also realized suddenly that their relationship had taken on a 
    whole new dimension.  Not only the rape, but now Sholandra was 
    talking to her about their breasts.  That could have never happened 
    earlier, when Sholandra had been so hostile.  What is happening 
    here? she wondered.

          She smiled at Sholandra.  "Mine aren't really big either.  But 
    no one's ever complained."

          Their eyes met, and Sholandra didn't turn hers away.  Instead, 
    they smoldered briefly, locking with Laura's, and Laura felt 
    stirrings of sexual excitement.  Then Sholandra looked away.

          Back at work, they parted smiling, businesslike again, no hint 
    of the brief waves of heat that had passed between them on the 
    sidewalk.  But Laura couldn't help watching Sholandra as she walked 
    away, her eyes fastened on the girl's marvelous, shapely legs and 
    swaying bottom.  And she knew Sholandra knew she was watching, for 
    Sholandra seemed to walk extra slowly, giving Laura the complete 
    show.

          A week later they were thrown together in a meeting, which 
    lasted very late.  It was eight o'clock when they were both walking 
    to the parking garage.

          "I took a taxi to work for a while," Sholandra said.  "I 
    couldn't bear the thought of parking here.  It scares me even now.  
    I'm glad you're walking here with me."

          "You have your spray can," Laura said.

          "Yes.  Thanks to you."

          "Here, get in my car and I'll drive you to yours."

          Sholandra smiled.  "Thanks."

          When they reached her car, she leaned close and touched 
    Laura's hand on the wheel, a totally unnecessary and very intimate 
    gesture.  Her mouth was only inches from Laura's, but Laura knew 
    they were not going to kiss.  Still, Sholandra's sensual mouth was 
    wildly tempting.  God, it'll ruin everything if I try it, Laura 
    realized.

          But Sholandra's eyes were smoldering again.  "Laura, I---"

          "I know.  You don't have to thank me again," Laura smiled, 
    cutting her off before she could say anything else.

          But Sholandra was not to be silenced.  "I wasn't going to 
    thank you again.  I . . . wanted to say something else."

          But before she could say it, her eyes dropped to Laura's lips, 
    slightly parted.  And then her own lips touched Laura's, curved into 
    them, moving, warm, expressive.  Laura began to respond, totally 
    thrilled and bewildered by this unexpected kiss, when Sholandra 
    suddenly pulled back.

          "Oh god . . . I don't know why I did that," she said, fiercely 
    ashamed.  "I . . . I . . . oh god, Laura, forgive me."

          But Laura only smiled faintly.  "I forgive you," she said, 
    trying hard to conceal the irony.

          "I . . . I didn't mean to," Sholanda sputtered softly.

          "I know."

          Laura put her hand on Sholandra's, but this time Sholandra 
    pulled hers back, as if a snake had bitten her.

          "You don't have to explain anything," Laura said.  "I liked 
    it."

          Hatred and fear and anger poured back into Sholandra's eyes.  
    "Don't say that!" she almost hissed.  "How dare you say that?"

          Laura shrugged.  "Because I did.  You're very beautiful."

          "I'm not a lesbian," Sholandra snarled.  "Don't get the wrong 
    idea."

          "What am I supposed to think?" Laura asked, gently.  

          "Not that!"

          "Okay.  I don't."  She put her hand out tentatively again, but 
    Sholandra shrank back against the door of the car.  "Sholandra, I 
    won't touch you again, if that's what you're afraid of."

          "Oh Laura . . . I'm sorry," Sholandra suddenly blurted out, 
    and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

          Laura suddenly realized what she was going through.  Sholandra 
    really did want her, and the confusion and shame was causing her 
    this violent turmoil.  

          "Here's your car," she said brightly, changing the subject.  
    "I won't leave until you're sure it's going.  In fact, I'll follow 
    you out, to make sure."

          Sholandra blinked back her tears.  She was both defiant and 
    vulnerable, and wildly fetching to Laura at this moment.  "Laura, 
    please forget what happened," she almost whispered.  "I . . . just 
    lost control, for a second."

          "It's forgotten," Laura said, warmly.  "You have my phone 
    number.  Just call if you want to talk.  Take care now."

          As she had promised, she followed Sholandra's car out of the 
    parking garage, waving as they went separate ways.  But it wasn't 
    forgotten.  Sholandra's beautiful face, her eyes sparkling with 
    tears as she fought confusion, guilt, and desire, maybe even lust, 
    stayed with Laura.

          She almost hated herself for responding so sharply to the 
    girl, but by the time she got home she was wet and throbbing, unable 
    to forget the brief kiss.  If only she had given in to it, Laura
    thought.  But she couldn't let herself.

          I wanted her.  I want her.

          Laura went to the bathroom and drew a warm bath.  As she lay 
    in it, getting ready to quench the fires Sholandra had lit in her 
    body, she began to recall things she had earlier suppressed: images 
    of Sholandra's half-naked body, her clothes hanging in rags and 
    tatters, as Laura had rescued her from the rapist.

          The feelings aroused by this recall were complex.  After all, 
    Sholandra had been violated, brutally attacked, and the glimpses 
    Laura had caught of her naked flesh had not aroused her at the time.  
    But now, her mind's eye dwelled on the smooth expanse of Sholandra's 
    midriff, on the globe of a small breast and large, soft, black 
    nipple that reminded her of Jonelle's nipples.

          In fact, the memory of Sholandra's nakedness half-concealed by 
    her ripped clothing was wildly arousing to Laura, even more than she 
    would have expected.  She found herself trembling and moaning 
    softly, her hands moving to her crotch, then up to her breasts, 
    twisting her nipples, making them throb.

          "Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned softly, stroking her wet pussy with one 
    fingertip, from top to bottom, then back up, flicking her clit 
    gently at the end, gasping sharply.  "Unh!  Oh!"

          She was more aroused than she had suspected.  She knew it 
    would take next to nothing to make her come.  An image of 
    Sholandra's sensual, pouting lips swam before her, and she 
    remembered the kiss, Sholandra's beautiful face, her half-naked body 
    in her torn blouse . . .

          "Oh god . . . unhh!" she panted.

          Hands shaking, she adjusted the stream of water from the 
    faucet so that it was warm but not hot, and gushing out as strongly 
    as possible.  Then she lay on her back, summoning the images of 
    Sholandra again as she slowly slid her groin under the stream of 
    water.

          "Aunngghh!  Ohngg!  Ahhnnn!  Oh!  Oh!  Mnnnggnneee!" she cried 
    out, trying to muffle her screams, aware that they were echoing 
    through the bathroom.

          A sharp, rupturing orgasm shook her body, wrenching her, and 
    filling her with fiery bliss before it set her free, almost as 
    quickly as it had arrived.  Slowly, she struggled up and turned off 
    the faucet.

          "God . . . I want her, I want her," she murmured to herself, 
    still panting softly from the aftershocks of her climax.

          She toweled herself off and put on the same nightgown she had 
    loaned to Sholandra, then went to bed, hoping this explosion of 
    coming would release the tension enough to let her sleep.  And she 
    was drifting gently off when the bedside telephone rang.

          "Yes?" she answered drowsily.

          It was Rob.  "Sorry to wake you."

          "It's all right.  I wasn't asleep yet."  Dreaming of her, 
    Laura thought.  Trying not to get horny all over again.

          He whispered, as if trying not to wake somebody.  "Can you 
    come to dinner here tomorrow night?  I'm going out of town."

          "Oh, but really coming back unexpectedly?  Right?"

          "If that's okay with you.  Is tomorrow good?"

          Laura could feel the familiar, excited stirrings already, even 
    after her explosive bathtub orgasm.  "Tomorrow couldn't be better," 
    she purred.

          "You plan to be here at seven.  I'll be called away before you 
    arrive.  Just you and Camille.  How long should I give you?"

          "Gosh . . . I don't know.  It depends on how resistant she is.  
    Or how shy."

          Laura thought ruefully of Sholandra.  

          "You know," she warned, "if she isn't interested, we'll just 
    have to forget it.  We can't force her."

          "I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't want to sleep with you," 
    Rob said.

          "Believe it or not, there are a few."

          "I understand.  I won't push it.  But I can't believe you 
    aren't interested enough to try to make it happen.  What did you 
    think of her?"

          "She's very beautiful."

          "You wanted her?"

          "Yes."

          "I can tell you one thing, just to motivate you further.  
    She's really a tigress in bed.  She likes to bite.  And scratch.  
    And she's just as insatiable as you are." 

          "Mmmmm," Laura smiled, "I thought you were only going to tell 
    me one thing."

          Rob chuckled.  "Seven o'clock.  She'll be expecting you."

          "I'll be there with bells on," Laura said, before hanging up.


