Keywords: FF, cons
Part: Chapter 100
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 100



          Laura ran into Rhonda in the hallway at work.

          "Long time no see," Rhonda smiled.  "Why don't we have a drink 
    after work?"

          Even though they had once hated each other, and now only 
    tolerated each other's predations, their eyes exchanged a crackling 
    current that both recognized easily.  

          "I'm exhausted," Laura said.

          "Didn't you just take three or four days off?  Rest and 
    relaxation?  You must've been rutting, dear girl."  She bent close 
    and whispered.  "Who was it?  That delicious Sholandra Mason?"

          Laura shook her head.  "Nobody you know."

          "Don't be so sure."

          "Ms. Olympia," Laura said, casually, feeling nasty, wanting to 
    rub it in, never thinking Rhonda would know who she was talking 
    about.

          "You're kidding," Rhonda said, obviously floored.  "You don't 
    mean it.  Not that gorgeous Brandi Pearson with all those muscles."

          Now it was Laura's turn to be floored.  "You know who she is?"

          "Laura, I have several videos I made myself off ESPN of those 
    contests.  I know them all.  Yolanda Hughes.  Laura Creavelle.  
    Especially Brandi.  God, I can't believe you actually went to bed 
    with her.  You bitch.  How did you meet her?  How did you get her 
    into bed?  Is she naturally . . . you know, like us?"

          Laura blushed and stammered, totally flummoxed by Rhonda's 
    questions.  "It's . . . really none of your business, is it," she 
    said softly.

          "You bitch," Rhonda repeated, but not angrily.  If anything, 
    she was envious.  "I almost come just from looking at her body."

          "I've known her for a couple of years," Laura said weakly.

          "Those thighs . . ." Rhonda rhapsodized.

          Oh yes! Laura silently agreed, feeling her heart flutter and 
    her pussy throb.

          By now Rhonda had pulled Laura out of the hall traffic, over 
    against the wall, where they could whisper without being overheard.

          "How did you get her to go to bed with you?" Rhonda asked.  "I 
    heard she just got married.  I'd be afraid she'd take a poke at me 
    or something.  God, have you seen those arms?  But then, of course 
    you have.  Oh . . . you bitch.  You lucky bitch."

          "Rhonda . . . I'm very uncomfortable talking about this here."

          "Come into my office," Rhonda said, leading her down the hall.

          "Maybe we shouldn't," Laura said, trying to pull away.

          "Of course we should."

          Rhonda pulled Laura into her office and shut the door.  
    Suddenly they were uncomfortable.  Both remembered that the last 
    time they both were here, Rhonda had walked in on Laura while she 
    was licking Yvette's pussy, and Yvette was coming, lying on top of 
    Rhonda's desk.  But Rhonda didn't let the thought bother her for 
    long.  She half-pinned Laura against the door and asked her point-
    blank:

          "How is she in bed?  She's so gorgeous.  So strong.  Did you 
    really fuck her?  I'm so jealous."

          In spite of herself, Laura realized that she was aroused.  
    After all, she and Rhonda had screwed energetically only a few weeks 
    ago.  Rhonda was beautiful, and a sex maniac like herself.  And 
    talking this way about fucking Brandi excited Laura all over again.  
    She could see that it was exciting Rhonda too.

          Laura's eyes dropped to Rhonda's mouth, a full, sensual mouth.  
    Rhonda's eyes dropped to Laura's mouth.  Suddenly they were kissing 
    heatedly.

          "I don't know why I want you so much," Rhonda panted softly.  
    "You're the only white girl I've ever screwed."

          "Then you're an equal opportunity dyke," Laura whispered in 
    her ear, breathing into it sexily.

          "You bitch."

          "If you keep saying that, you'll hurt my feelings.  Ungghh!  
    Oh!" Laura gasped.

          Rhonda had quickly got a hand under Laura's skirt and brought 
    it up to Laura's crotch, slipping two fingers under the elastic of 
    Laura's panties and sliding them up into Laura's wet pussy.

          "You're wet, honey," she panted.  "You want me to fuck you."

          "Yes," Laura gasped, weak-kneed.  "We can't.  What if someone 
    comes in?"

          "This is my office."

          "Unh!  God . . . Rhonda, unghh!"

          Rhonda pushed Laura back into the door, rubbing her pussy 
    rapidly, expertly.  Laura came almost before she knew what was 
    happening.  Her body simply exploded in a sharp, hot, uprushing 
    orgasm, and she had to push her face into Rhonda's neck to keep from 
    screaming.

          "Unnggmmnneee!" she cried out, muffling her mouth, screaming 
    into Rhonda's neck.

          "Oh baby, yes, you really came hard," Rhonda murmured to her, 
    pinning Laura's limp body to the door so that Laura wouldn't fall.

          "Ohhhhnnnn god," Laura moaned.

          Still holding Laura up, Rhonda managed to get the front of her 
    own silk blouse open.  Her bra fastened between the cups, and she 
    quickly undid it with one hand.  Both of her firm, round breasts and 
    large, madder brown nipples came into view.

          Laura, unable to resist, bent her mouth to one, sucking 
    Rhonda's nipple between her lips.

          "Oh!  Oh . . . yes!" Rhonda panted excitedly.

          Laura got her strength back quickly.  Rhonda really did have 
    beautiful breasts, and Laura devoured them hungrily, holding both 
    resilient, smooth globes in her hands and sucking Rhonda's nipples 
    with skilled sensuality.  Rhonda was the only white girl she had 
    ever screwed too, but she had no difficulty figuring out why, not at 
    a moment like this.  In only seconds Rhonda could barely remain 
    standing.

          "Oh, Laura . . . if you touch me I'll come!" she whimpered 
    softly, looking down at her wet nipples as Laura's lips ravished 
    them.

          Laura kissed her, tangling her tongue with Rhonda's.  "I want 
    to stick this in your pussy," she said.

          "Ohhhh . . . me too!" Rhonda shivered, biting her lower lip as 
    Laura's mouth once again dropped to her breasts.  

          "But we can't," Laura murmured.  "Remember what---"

          "I know, I know," Rhonda panted.  "Just touch me.  I'm about 
    ready to go off."

          "Like this?"  Laura raised her hand up under Rhonda's skirt, 
    as Rhonda had done to her.

          "Unhhhh!  Oh yes . . . unh!  Do it hard . . . fast!"

          Laura did, and Rhonda nearly came unglued.

          "Oh . . . bite my nipple!" Rhonda urged frantically.  "No . . 
    . don't, oh god, I'll make too much noise.  Suck me hard instead.  
    Yes!  Ungghhh!"

          "Oh baby . .  ." Laura murmured, sucking Rhonda's beautiful 
    nipples, pinching them with her lips, bringing Rhonda quickly to the 
    brink.

          "Oh now.  Now!" Rhonda gasped.

          She came sharply.  Laura was holding her against the door, and 
    it felt like Rhonda's body had been struck by a rocket.  The jolts 
    of her orgasm temporarily robbed her of breath.  Then she pushed her 
    face into Laura's neck and whimpered as the spasms subsided.

          "Oh . . . Jesus!" she gasped, her eyes still glassy, as Laura 
    embraced her, holding her up and kissing her.

          Then Laura refastened Rhonda's bra and buttoned her silk 
    blouse back up.  "You have the most beautiful breasts, my dear," she 
    whispered.  "Ms. Olympia can't compare."

          She figured the absent Brandi could survive this little 
    falsehood, since Brandi's breasts, though small, were enchanting.

          "I still hate you for screwing her," Rhonda pouted.  "But I 
    don't know whether anybody can make me come the way you do."

          Laura winked.  "Next time let's try a bed.  Your place or 
    mine.  I'm so tired of this office danger."

          "I know what you mean," Rhonda said, looking around nervously.  
    "But I just had to have it, you know?"

          Laura nodded.  "Want to try for tonight?"

          "I . . . have a date," Rhonda stammered.

          Laura grinned wanly.  "Hope it's not anyone I know."

          "It isn't.  Maybe tomorrow."

          "Maybe," Laura flirted.  "Maybe the Pope is Jewish, too."

          "You still didn't tell me about Brandi Pearson.  What it's like 
    to fuck her."

          "It's like screwing an anaconda, my dear," Laura joked.  

          "God, it must be heaven."

          Laura kissed her and slipped out of the office before things 
    could go any farther.



