Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 91
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 91



          When she got home, Laura looked at the scratches on her back, 
    using a hand mirror and her full-length mirror in her closet.  There 
    were three ragged scabs on one shoulder, and two on the other, above 
    her shoulderblades.  None were very deep, but they couldn't be 
    hidden.  She caught herself remembering Camille's face, locked in an 
    excruciating seizure of coming, her nails gashing Laura's back as 
    she came helplessly and violently.

          Oh god, if Sholandra sees these, we're finished, she realized.  
    It was four days now since they had collided in a wild orgy of 
    fucking in Laura's bed, and she knew Sholandra would be showing up 
    any time.  But before she could worry about it any more, she 
    received a call from her boss, sending her urgently to Dallas, to 
    deal with a business emergency.

          Dallas! Laura thought, while hurriedly packing.  Oh god, 
    Dallas.  Jonelle.

          From that moment on, she could think of nothing else.  It had 
    been almost a year since the brief hour they had spent together in 
    Laura's bed, when Jonelle had come out to help her sister.  They had 
    not spoken on the phone, or written.  Laura knew why.

          The pain for both was too great.  Jonelle knew Laura would 
    never completely give up her other girls.  Laura knew that Jonelle 
    couldn't bear the jealous pain caused by her affairs.  She also knew 
    that Jonelle, no matter how much she wanted to fuck with Laura, or 
    how hot and passionate she could be when they were together, was 
    essentially ashamed of herself for feeling that way.  Her escape to 
    Dallas after seeing Laura with Yvette had been an easy way to deal 
    with that.

          But Laura also knew the depth of their feeling, and the 
    solemn, deep seriousness of their fucking, a kind of profound 
    emotion she had felt seldom with others, even those she cared most 
    deeply about.  She was in Dallas two days working before she could 
    even think of Jonelle, and yet in the background she was thinking of 
    her constantly.

          How could I be in the same city with her and not think of her? 
    she thought.  At night in her hotel room, exhausted from the day's 
    work, she would dream of Jonelle, and waken to find her body 
    throbbing with sexual and emotional need.

          Finally, the work was finished.  And now that she could call, 
    she was afraid to.  What if she won't see me? she wondered.  She 
    never called me, after her visit to San Francisco.  And we had such 
    wonderful fucking that time.  What if she has some other girlfriend, 
    or boyfriend, and she's forgotten me completely?

          Usually Laura wasn't so shy, but she felt that so much of her 
    feelings were at stake in Jonelle.  But I didn't call her either, 
    she reminded herself.  Afraid of rejection, just like now.

          And so, she gritted her teeth and picked up the phone.  It was 
    about six-thirty in the evening, time for her to have got home from 
    work.  And Jonelle did answer the phone.

          "Jonelle?" Laura said, maybe too brightly, so relieved to hear 
    her voice.

          But Jonelle said nothing for a painfully long time.

          "Jonelle . . . it's Laura."

          "Oh . . . Laura," Jonelle said, awkwardly.

          "God, I'm in Dallas and I couldn't wait to call you and I miss 
    you so much, you sound so great," Laura babbled on, very nervous.

          "Laura, I . . ."

          "Is something wrong?  Maybe I shouldn't be calling right now?  
    Is Eric okay?"

          "He's fine."

          "Oh god . . . something else, then."

          "Laura . . . I . . . I'm married," Jonelle said softly.

          Laura felt all the air go out of her body at once.  It felt 
    like an arrow had been driven through her throat.  She could barely 
    speak.

          "You're . . . married."  She whispered the last word softly, 
    in disbelief.

          It was the only thing she hadn't considered, though it made 
    perfect sense.

          "Yes."

          "Oh god."

          "Don't be upset.  Laura?"

          "Yes . . . I'm sorry.  Oh Jonelle . . . please forgive me for 
    calling.  I won't call again."  

          She was about to hang up, her face flushed with shame, her 
    pulse raging wildly, pain flaring in the pit of her stomach.  If she 
    had ever loved anyone, it was Rina, then Jonelle.

          "Laura, don't hang up," Jonelle said quickly.  "Please don't."

          Laura only now realized that her own cheeks were slick with 
    tears.  "I think I should," she said quietly.

          "No . . . don't.  Where are you."

          "Oh . . . same hotel."  She smiled wanly.  "Remember that 
    one?"

          "I could never forget it," Jonelle said, very softly, 
    seriously.  "How long you going to be there?"

          "Oh . . . leaving in the morning."

          "What room?"

          "Eight seventeen."

          "If I'm not there in a half hour, I'll call you," Jonelle 
    whispered, now clearly conspiratorial.

          Laura hung up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.  She 
    tried not to think.  Why shouldn't she get married? she thought.  
    She's so beautiful.  How could she keep the men away from her?  And 
    she isn't really a lesbian.  She might want me now and then, but she 
    doesn't want to sleep with any other girls.  At least I don't think 
    so.  And she wants a full-time father for Eric.  Why not?

          Numb with shock, she sat by the window, looking down at the 
    drab Dallas streets.  She had completely forgotten the time when 
    there was a knock.  Always wary in a hotel, she peeped through the 
    hole in the door and saw Jonelle.  Instantly, her pulse shot up, 
    enough to make her feel she might faint.

          But she took two quick breaths and opened the chain, letting 
    Jonelle in.

          "Oh god, it's you," she said.

          "Are you okay, Laura?" Jonelle asked, as she stepped inside.

          Embarrassed, Laura exerted every effort to get control of 
    herself.  "Yes. I'm fine."

          Jonelle smiled nervously as Laura shut the door.  Laura found 
    herself quickly recalling the way Jonelle had reminded her to lock 
    it when they had met this way, in this same hotel, about a year ago.  
    This time Jonelle said nothing like that.

          "You know, Laura, I always sort of relied on you to be the 
    strong one," she said.  "You were like a rock to me.  And now . . . 
    well, you look sort of like a wreck.  Know what I mean?"

          "Do I really?"

          "You've been working too hard."

          "I know."

          "From a rock to a wreck."

          They both giggled.  Laura wanted to kiss her in the worst way.  
    She looked inexpressibly gorgeous, wearing a short skirt and a high 
    collar, covering up her exquisite swan's neck.

          Jonelle could see the longing in Laura's eyes.  In Jonelle's 
    Laura could only detect total ambiguity, maybe some confusion.  
    Jonelle put her purse on the bed.  The moment was crushingly 
    awkward.  Neither knew what to do, or what to expect.

          "Laura . . . you have to understand," Jonelle began, her eyes 
    suddenly shiny with tears.

          "I do, I do," Laura said softly.  She could feel her own eyes 
    brimming.  "I think I'm going to die if I can't kiss you," she 
    murmured, half-choking on her tears.

          "Me too," Jonelle said.

          They embraced and kissed, at first sweetly, then ravenously.  
    Laura kissed the tears on Jonelle's cheeks, kissed her eyes, then 
    her neck, her ears, her hair.  Jonelle kissed back, with growing 
    passion.

          But Laura made no move to undress her.  It was like being back 
    at the beginning, not knowing how far to go.  Jonelle was the one 
    who broke the ice.

          "Is it adultery if I go to bed with you?" she asked, blinking 
    away her tears.

          "Probably," Laura said.  "Do you want to?"

          "Yes.  Oh yes.  I dream of you, Laura.  I remember us 
    together, and I . . ."

          "Yes?"

          "I came once.  Actually, more than once.  I came about four 
    times, thinking of you."

          Laura kissed her again, this time a little more aggressively.  
    "Can you stay?" she whispered.  "Do you want to stay?"

          "You have to understand, Laura."

          "I do understand.  Do you want to leave?"

          Now Jonelle was crying harder, harder than Laura had ever seen 
    her cry.  At the same time, she began to undress, unfastening two 
    buttons at the top of her blouse.  Laura pulled her down on the bed, 
    not letting her continue.  Jonelle's blouse was half-unbuttoned.  
    Laura kissed her throat, infinitely tender. 

          "You don't have to do anything for me," she murmured.  "You've 
    already done everything.  I love you, Jonelle."

          "I hoped I'd never see you again," Jonelle sobbed softly.


          They kissed and tasted their salty tears intermingling.  They 
    did not hurry, and it was a long time before they slowly and 
    patiently began to undress each other.  Jonelle was no longer 
    confused, or reluctant.

          "Don't say anythng," she whispered, several times, reminding 
    Laura of the night she had suddenly, unexpectedly, totally naked, 
    slipped into Laura's bed.  "Don't say anything."

          "Nothing," Laura whispered.

          She gazed at Jonelle's beautiful face as Jonelle unclasped the 
    clasp between the cups of Laura's bra.  She peeled the cups slowly 
    away, then replaced them with her hands.  Her mouth met Laura's 
    again.  Her hands squeezed Laura's naked breasts.

          Now Laura removed the rest of Jonelle's blouse.  Jonelle wore 
    a thin white bra that fastened in the back.  Laura embraced her and 
    kissed her neck and shoulders while she undid the clasp.  Jonelle's 
    breasts were small, but no longer the mere swellings they had been 
    when she and Laura had first been together.  They were bigger now, 
    and her thick round nipples were as big as ever, bulging tasty 
    plums that Laura dropped her lips to and devoured.

          "Oh!" Jonelle gasped softly, quivering.  "Oh . . . Laura."

          Laura said nothing but devoured Jonelle's other nipple the 
    same way, sucking and tonguing and pinching them both until Jonelle 
    was twisting and panting.  

          "You gon' make me come too soon, girl," she gasped.

          "It can't be too soon," Laura purred, unzippering Jonelle's 
    skirt and pushing it down. 

          She slid her hands under Jonelle's panties, caressing her 
    delectable smooth ass, pushing the panties down too.  By now Jonelle 
    was squirming and whimpering uncontrollably.  Nobody ever fucks her 
    like this, Laura thought.  Not even that husband she's got now.

          She dipped one hand between Jonelle's thighs, brushing 
    Jonelle's pussy with her fingers, finding more wetness than she had 
    ever expected.  Jonelle's crotch hair was sopping wet with juice.

          "God, you're wet for me," she whispered, pushing her face into 
    Jonelle's black hair, breathing in the smell of her.  "I want to 
    taste you."

          "Ohhhh . . . Laura," Jonelle let out a long, quivering moan.
          It took only a second for Laura, still half-clothed herself, 
    to slip down between Jonelle's lean, sleek thighs.  She parted the 
    damp, glistening pubic hair with her thumbs, exposing the puckered 
    cleft of Jonelle's pussy, then slid her tongue right into it.

          "Unhh!" Jonelle gasped, arching her back.

          From that instant Laura knew she was going to come any second.  
    Refusing to prolong it, Laura drew her tongue out of Jonelle's pussy 
    and drug it across her clit, then pushed against the swollen bud and 
    sucked it, and Jonelle spilled over in a gushing river of coming.

          "Auunngghhh!" she groaned loudly, her lovely lean body 
    stiffening, then convulsing as the spasms shook her.  "Ohhggnn!  
    Auunngghh!  Oh . . . Laur---"

          In mid-cry, she shuddered fiercely and lapsed into a rapture 
    of intense ecstacy.  Often in the past Laura would let her come and 
    come this way, a fearsome trance of bliss, but this time she was so 
    hungry for Jonelle that she swarmed over her naked flesh even as 
    Jonelle was still in the throes of a fierce climax.  Again she 
    sucked her large nipples and slipped her fingers into Jonelle's 
    pussy, trying to consume the helpless girl, and Jonelle, gasping and 
    whimpering, emerged from her trance only to come again, this time as 
    if she were hit by a huge hammer, her body crumpling under the blow, 
    and faint moans of helpless pleasure escaping from deep in her 
    chest.

          This time Laura held her tightly, rocking her, kissing her 
    passionately, until Jonelle finally surfaced, still panting softly.  
    She gazed up, her eyes still glassy from two stunning orgasms, and 
    smiled weakly at Laura.

          "Now you see why I hoped I wouldn't meet you again," she 
    grinned.  "You trying to kill me, girl."

          "Oh no.  Oh no," Laura said, now slipping out of her skirt and 
    panties too.  "I'm trying to eat you alive."

          "Same thing."

          They coiled together, luxuriating in the feel of their naked 
    bodies moving together after so long.  Now Jonelle was more 
    aggressive, kisisng Laura's neck and ears and breasts, her fingers 
    digging into Laura's flesh.

          "I'm going to eat you alive too," she purred, making Laura 
    tremble and moan excitedly.

          Just being naked in bed with Jonelle was almost enough to make 
    Laura come by itself.  When she felt Jonelle's lips close over one 
    of her nipples, she wondered if she were going to faint.  The 
    sensation was so sublime that she trembled deeply, moaning in a 
    soft, plangent cry, her body undulating toward an inevitable 
    crescendo.

          "Oh god . . . Jonelle, yes!" she moaned.  "Suck it hard, oh 
    yes!  Ungghhhh!  Oh!"

          "Oh Laura!"

          "Yes.  Fuck me, honey, I can't wait!"

          Jonelle didn't need encouragement.  She had both of Laura's 
    breasts in her hands, squeezing them and sucking Laura's nipples 
    thirstily, while Laura went nearly crazy with lust.  In seconds she 
    had slid between Laura's thighs, and her tongue found Laura's pussy.  
    It probed and fluttered, teasing Laura's clit, and Laura came 
    without any build-up, simply gushing with coming all of a sudden.

          "Auugnnhhnniieeee!" she cried out.  "Oh . . . oh ungghh!  Yes!  
    Oh god auungghhh!  Ungghh!"

          The shocks of her climax ripped through her, and her body 
    strained and shuddered as Jonelle's tongue continued to lick and 
    stab her throbbing clit.  Then, as quickly as it arrived, the climax 
    released her, and she fell back to the bed, panting and stunned.

          "Oh wow," she gasped, as Jonelle's arms enfolded her.  "Have I 
    ever missed you.  All you have to do is kiss me and I start to 
    come."

          Jonelle beamed.  "I hope I can give you back what you give 
    me," she whispered.  "You're very special, Laura."

          This was love, Laura realized.  They loved each other deeply.  
    The sex was sublime, not raw and frightening, as it sometimes was 
    with Karen, or Barbara, or even lately with Camille.  But sublime, 
    transcendant, as it approached with Sholandra or Yvette, but bathed 
    in a kind of pure light and throbbing, incandescent emotion that she 
    felt only with Jonelle.  She knew Jonelle felt the same, and their 
    feeling for each other was even sharper and more poignant since they 
    both realized they could never be permanently together.

          And so they continued to make love for hours, expressing the 
    depth of their feeling this way, summoning the most intense and 
    incredible ecstacies from each other's body until they both could 
    barely move.  They explored every facet of their repertoire, from 
    sixty-nine to cunt-to-cunt, one on top, then the other.  Jonelle had 
    two more orgasms of life-threatening rapture, and several more 
    smaller ones, while Laura had about twelve altogether, from warm, 
    feathery ripples of bliss to excruciating killer climaxes that left 
    her weeping.

          It was during a pause in this sweet ordeal that Laura said, 
    "So, tell me about this husband of yours.  I guess I have to know."

          "No . . . you don't have to know nothing," Jonelle said, 
    solemnly.  "Not if you don't want to."

          "Eric needs a father around.  I know that."

          Jonelle nodded.  "He does."

          Laura ran one finger along Jonelle's marvelous brown arm, then 
    touched her small, beautiful breast with it, then drew it down her 
    smooth midriff to her deep navel.

          "I suppose you let him have this body I love so much," she 
    said, trying not to sound hurt, or unreasonably jealous.

          "He's my husband, Laura," Jonelle smiled weakly.

          "And does he make you have those deep, blackout orgasms?  Like 
    the one you just had?"

          Jonelle took Laura's face in both hands and stared directly 
    into her eyes.  "Nobody ever made me have one of those but you," she 
    said.  "Nobody."

          "Really?"

          "Really."

          "Do you really love me as much as I love you?" Laura asked, 
    her eyes tearing.

          Jonelle nodded.  "Yes . . . I do."

          "Oh god."

          They embraced and didn't speak for a long time.  

          "You're going to make me feel awfully special, if I'm the only 
    one who makes you come like that," Laura whispered.

          "You are awfully special, Laura.  Loving you is like a knife 
    going through me.  I only love Eric more."

          "It's just the thought of you with . . . him.  It hurts."

          "He ain't such a bad guy."  She smiled.  "He loves me too, you 
    know."

          "I'll bet.  How couldn't he?  He must wear you out with 
    fucking.  I know I would."

          Jonelle giggled.  "You do.  Every time I see you.  I go home 
    sore."

          "Would he be jealous, if he knew about us?"

          Jonelle got a long face.  "What do you think.  Probably kill 
    me.  But he won't find out."

          Somehow talking about Jonelle's husband, while it made Laura 
    almost sick with jealousy, also made them both burn with fresh lust, 
    and they came together in another fiery collision of urgent fucking.  
    This time Jonelle had another of her heart-stopping climaxes, and 
    Laura's wrenching, rending orgasm nearly stopped her heart too.  At 
    the end of it, both were laughing softly at their uncontrollable 
    desire.

          "See, it's good we ain't always together," Jonelle said.  "I 
    mean it, you a killer, girl.  Never knew I could come like that till 
    I met you."

          "And I'm not going to let you forget, either."

          But the sadness was still there.  It throbbed behind their 
    every glance and kiss, and the several more orgasms each had could 
    not drive it away.  Finally, it was time for Jonelle to leave.  
    Neither could bear it.

          "I can't stand the thought of not seeing you," Laura said.  "I 
    can't stand the thought of you . . . doing it with him, while I'm in 
    San Francisco thinking about you."

          Big tears were rolling down Jonelle's cheeks.  "You better not 
    be thinking of it, then," she sniffed.  "Just think about this.  
    This is us, this is the best of us both.  I love you, Laura."

          Eyes blurred with tears herself, Laura kissed Jonelle 
    desperately.  "You'd better get out of here before I tear your 
    clothes back off," she cried, still kissing Jonelle's wet face 
    feverishly.

          Jonelle pulled away.  "Don't call," she said.

          "Ever?"

          "Of course not ever.  But only if we can . . . you know."

          "Get together like this."

          Jonelle nodded.  "When you come to Dallas."

          "What if I moved here?"

          Jonelle shook her head.  "Don't."

          Laura shrugged.  "You know I won't."

          They both knew that if Laura lived in Dallas, things would end 
    up being worse than they were now.  But the pain of separation was 
    very great for both of them.

          "Oh god, leave.  I love you, Jonelle," she wept as she opened 
    the hotel room and door and watched Jonelle down the hall until she 
    turned the corner toward the elevators.

          Then Laura shut and locked the door and lay face down on the 
    bed to cry hard.

