Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 77
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

	Laura - 77


          At work on Monday Laura ran into Yvette, but in place of her 
    usual ardent, even passionate flirtation was a distant coldness that 
    depressed Laura.  Yvette would not even stop to talk.  She looked at 
    Laura oddly, as if Laura had got some kind of disease.

          Again Laura saw her during lunch.  "What the matter with you?" 
    she whispered.  "I haven't caught TB or anything."

          They were in the cafeteria, where they always took care not to 
    call attention to themselves.  Yvette glanced around nervously.  
    Neither one had yet paid for her lunch.

          "Let's go out to lunch," Yvette said, hastily.  "I'll buy you 
    a salad."

          Laura smiled.  "Okay.  I accept."

          That's better, she thought.  Maybe her daughter is sick or 
    something, and she's just a little overwrought.  But gosh, she sure 
    looks great.

          Yvette was tall and striking, gorgeous, with spectacular legs.  
    No wonder Rhonda wanted to screw her, that bitch! Laura thought, 
    burning with jealousy.  Yvette wore a grey business suit that was 
    tailored and not at all revealing, though the skirt was short, 
    showing off her shapely black calves and perfect knees.  But there 
    wasn't any way you could hide a really great body, Laura realized.  

          Yvette's tiny waist was apparent, and her small, hard 
    breasts jutted out against the red silk of her blouse.  The gold 
    chain at her throat only drew attention to the sculptured bones 
    there, and the phenomenally smooth skin.  Her hair, the kind blacks 
    called "good hair," swished around her shoulders, blacker than black 
    and shiny and soft.  She was wildly desirable to Laura, who seemed 
    to remember every time they had been together.

          But even at the corner salad bar, Yvette was still remote and 
    icy.

          "Okay . . . what have I done now?" Laura asked.  

          She hadn't been to bed with Chanitra since before her last 
    time with Yvette, so she knew that couldn't be it.  

          Tears welled up in Yvette's eyes.  She was always so 
    transparent, Laura thought, again throbbing with desire for the 
    girl.  I've hurt her again, without knowing how I did it.

          "I . . . came by to see you," Yvette gulped.  "And I saw you 
    going into your building with a . . . guy.  This very handsome guy.  
    God, Laura, it hurt so bad."

          Laura blushed.  "I'd think you'd know to call ahead by now," 
    she said.

          "I wanted to see you."  Yvette tore a napkin in half.  "I 
    didn't even know you liked guys."

          "I like that one," Laura smiled.

          Two big tears spilled down Yvette's cheeks.  "I couldn't help 
    thinking of him doing all that stuff to you.  It was worse than 
    thinking of you doing it with Chanitra.  Or that stuck-up Jonelle."

          She looked away, eyes blurred with tears.  Laura couldn't help 
    feeling both guilty and exasperated.  Yvette was so vulnerable, and 
    selfish.  I have a right to go to bed with Rob, if I want to, Laura 
    thought.  Without her making a scene about it.  

          "You let him fuck you . . . didn't you," Yvette said, 
    accusingly.

          "What do you think?" Laura said.  "No, we played tiddly 
    winks." 

          "You're making fun of me."

          Laura, angrier than usual, leaned close to Yvette over the 
    table and whispered.  "He has a huge cock.  I let him fuck me in the 
    ass.  It's still red and sore, would you like to see?  Does that 
    make you happy, making me confess it?"

          Yvette blinked in shock, and bit her full lower lip.  She 
    quickly wiped away her tears with a napkin.  

          "God, Laura, it makes me so horny, hearing you talk like 
    that," she said softly.  "I want you.  I wanted you then, that's why 
    I got so sad.  I . . . I went over to Rhonda's and let her do me.  
    But all the time I was thinking of that guy shoving his dick into 
    you."

          Now it was Laura's turn to be jealous, and she knew Yvette 
    fully intended it.  

          "Maybe we should just skip lunch," she said, dropping her fork 
    onto her plate.

          Yvette reached across the table, laying her shapely black hand 
    and long, tapered fingers on Laura's.  "You don't realize how much I 
    love you," she whispered.

          Her touch aroused Laura, as it always did.  I want her, she 
    realized.  I desperately want her.  She knows it.  She can actually 
    look at me with those big, limpid, dark eyes, and with her hot 
    little pussy itching for it, and tell me she loves me.  And I can't 
    help falling for it.

          "I'd like to eat you for lunch," Laura whispered, almost 
    inaudibly, mouthing the words, afraid to be overheard.

          "I have the key to Rhonda's office," Yvette said, twinkling.  
    "She went to L.A. this morning."

          Damn! Laura thought.  Does that woman give her key to every 
    pretty little slut in the company?  Or just the ones I care for?

          She clenched her teeth.  "Not in her office.  I couldn't do 
    it."

          "I love to make you jealous."

          "I know."

          "After work, at your place.  But I can only stay twenty 
    minutes.  I have to pick up Stacey at daycare."

          Of course this destroyed the afternoon for Laura, whose cunt 
    seemed to hum and throb and ooze uncontrollably at each thought of 
    Yvette.  She knew she could recall in detail each intimate sexual 
    moment they had shared.  She could still remember Yvette's shock 
    when Laura had first put her hand on the girl's naked breast, under 
    the skimpy little midriff blouse Laura had loaned her. 

          She could also recall their sizzling hot lunchtime coupling in 
    the hotel across the street, and their frantic orgasms in John 
    Scheinbaum's office, and their passionate fucking on the floor by 
    the front door of Laura's apartment, when they were too horny for 
    each other even to make it to the bedroom or the sofa.  Tonight 
    after work would be like that.  By the time Laura actually left 
    work, she was almost shaking with physical hunger for Yvette.

          She got home barely three minutes before Yvette rang the 
    downstairs buzzer.  God, we must've passed one another on the 
    freeway, she thought as she hit the button for the lobby door.  She 
    could feel the warm, excited wetness in her crotch as she waited for 
    the elevator to get to her floor.  Have I ever wanted to fuck anyone 
    so much? she wondered.

          "Hi," she said breathlessly, when Yvette got to her door.

          "Hi.  Quick, bolt the door.  I don't want to lose a second of 
    this."

          Yvette removed her suit jacket while Laura was fastening the 
    deadbolt lock.  She threw it over an easy chair and turned to Laura.

          "Don't kiss me here," she murmured, eyelids heavy.  "Remember?  
    We never get to the bed that way."

          "I remember," Laura said, feeling inflamed.  She grabbed 
    Yvette's hand and pulled her down the short hallway.  "God, I feel 
    like it's the first time with you."

        "Me too," Yvette purred, when they were finally in Laura's 
    bedroom, with the door shut.

          They kissed sweetly, sensitively, then more heatedly.

          "Oh . . . don't tear anything," Yvette panted as they both 
    began to undress each other.

          Laura had her lips on Yvette's beautiful smooth deep black 
    skin before she had the girl's red silk blouse entirely off.  "I 
    could eat you alive."

          "You're doing it."

          "A new bra," Laura whispered.  "It comes apart in front."

          She kissed the valley between Yvette's breasts as she undid 
    the clasp.  She peeled the white lacy bra cups away from Yvette's 
    exquisite small breasts and cupped them in her hands, while Yvette 
    was kissing her own neck, and unclasping her own bra behind her 
    back.

          But before Yvette could undress Laura any more, Laura had 
    pulled her down on the bed.  Her lips closed over one of Yvette's 
    big, swollen nipples, and she sucked it in deep.

          "Unh!" Yvette whimpered.  "Oh god!"

          Laura feasted passionately on the girl's beautiful naked 
    breasts, squeezing and sucking them so voraciously that Yvette's 
    head tossed from side to side and she began moaning urgently.  Not 
    leaving Yvette's scrumptious, wet breasts, Laura got the girl's 
    zipper down and pushed Yvette's suit skirt down, then tugged at her 
    panties.  

          "Oh shit . . . Laura," Yvette panted, squirming wildly.  "Do 
    it to me . . . I'm going to come!  Now, quick, please!"

          Laura skimmed Yvette's panties the rest of the way down her 
    spectacular legs, then knelt by the edge of the bed and quickly 
    pressed her mouth to the girl's long, beautiful, glistening, open 
    pussy, stroking Yvette's clit with her tongue and sliding both palms 
    under the girl's smooth, clenching buns.

          Cradling the girl's beautiful ass in both hands, Laura now 
    devoured her pussy hungrily, stabbing her tongue deep into Yvette's 
    glistening honey pit, then sliding it up across Yvettte's swollen 
    clit as she withdrew it.  Yveette went wild, churning her hips and 
    writhing, squeezing her breasts with her hands and pinching her 
    nipples, still damp from Laura's warm saliva, with her fingers.

          "Ungghh!  Oh god . . . unh!  Unh!  Unh!  Oh Laura!  God yes I 
    . . . oh I . . . auunggggnnnhiieeee!  Unggh!  Auungghhieee!" 

          She came violently, her whole pelvis shuddering as Laura's 
    mouth pressed to her pussy, drawing sweet spasm after spasm from her 
    thrashing body.  Laura was still half-clothed herself, her bra 
    dangling from her arms, as Yvette pulled her up onto the bed, 
    kissing her ardently, her eyes still glazed from the fierce shocks 
    of her orgasm.

          "God you wonderful girl I want to fuck you too," Yvette panted 
    urgently, pulling off Laura's clothes and scooping up Laura's 
    breasts in her hands, devouring Laura's nipples passionately, her 
    hands hurriedly tugging down Laura's skirt at the same time.  

          "Oh . . . Yvette!" Laura gasped as Yvette pushed her down on 
    her back and swarmed all over her, kissing and caressing her as she 
    removed the last remnants of Laura's clothes.

          The feel of their two smooth, warm, naked bodies coiling 
    together was almost too sweet.  They kissed ardently, but Yvette was 
    in control, her caresses urgent, bold, aggressive, and in less than 
    a minute Laura was quivering and moaning, twisting, gasping, on the 
    edge of a thrilling orgasm.

          "Ohhhh . . . yes yes yes!" she panted, feeling Yvette's hungry 
    mouth against her pussy.  "Oh god honey yes yes . . . yes!  Ungghh!  
    Oh!  Aunngghhh!"

          She came sharply, a fierce hot uprush of coming that wrenched 
    her body repeatedly.  It was so different from the orgasms she had 
    had with Rob earlier in the week that she was shocked by the 
    contrast.  With Yvette she came quickly, exuberantly, in sharp, 
    fierce jolts, whereas the ass-drilling climaxes he had given her had 
    bloomed slowly throughout her nearly-paralyzed body, consuming her 
    in a firestorm of mingled pleasure/pain.

          She had no time to consider them further, because Yvette was 
    already intent on bringing her to another one.  They may each have 
    just climaxed, but they still went after one another so urgently 
    that Laura was afraid they might hurt each other.  Yvette's fingers 
    bit into her flesh, and Yvette's mouth tore at her breasts.  And she 
    was just as hungry, sucking Yvette's streaming, beautiful, long, 
    black-lipped pussy until tight little squeals of rapture escaped 
    from the girl's throat.

          They quickly ended up in a sixty-nine position, tonguing and 
    sucking each other and quaking and groaning through a mutual 
    explosion of coming.  Afterward, they embraced and kissed more 
    gently.

          "I want you to make me come that horrible, thrilling way 
    before I leave," Yvette whispered to her.  "That way I can't 
    control.  Where I go crazy when you touch me.  Only you can do that, 
    Laura."

          Laura ran one fingertip down Yvette's shapely black arm.  "You 
    mean that bitch Rhonda can't do it to you?" she half-teased.

          "Oh, I love it when you're jealous," Yvette smiled.  

          "Tell me how good she fucks you," Laura whispered, twisting 
    the knife in her own gut, if not Yvette's.

          To make matters more difficult for Yvette, she cradled one of 
    Yvette's exquisite hard little breasts in her hand and began 
    seductively licking the bulbous, gleaming black nipple sensually.

          "Oh . . . you don't want to talk about that," Yvette said, 
    looking down at her breast, and at Laura's tongue snaking around her 
    now-wet nipple.

          "Yes.  Tell me."

          Laura bared her teeth, clamped them gently around the plump, 
    soft nipple, then let it go.  

          "Tell me," she repeated.

          "Oh god, you get me so excited, Laura," Yvette panted.

          "I want to know how she fucks you," Laura said, taking 
    Yvette's large nipple between her teeth again, clamping it harder 
    this time.

          "Oh!  Oh Laura . . . don't!"

          Now Laura took Yvette's exquisite small breast in both hands, 
    squeezing it so that Yvette's already-large nipple swelled and 
    flared.  She parted her teeth slightly and ran them back and forth 
    across the distended black bud threateningly.

          "Tell me."

          "Oh!  Oh . . . she sucks my . . . pussy.  You know.  Regular 
    stuff.  She's not kinky.  Oh . . . oh shit Laura!  Unhh!"

          Laura let her teeth sink into Yvette's soft nipple, but not 
    enough to hurt her.  Then she let it go.

          "If you want me to make you come that way, you'll have to turn 
    over on your stomach," she said.  "So you can push your face into 
    the pillow.  Otherwise, the neighbors will call the police.  They'll 
    think I'm killing you."

          "Ummmm, and you will be," Yvette smiled warmly, happy to be 
    past the Rhonda part.  She looked down at her breast, though, before 
    turning over.  "God, that was wild.  You really bit me."

          "I'll bite you harder next time you let her suck your pussy, 
    girl," Laura smiled menacingly.

          "I never had a beautiful naked girl talk mean to me before," 
    Yvette pouted playfully as she turned onto her stomach. 

          Laura began rubbing her back and her beautiful ass.  She could 
    see that Chanitra and Yvette had the same genes.

          "You know," Yvette said, "Arthur likes to fuck me this way a 
    lot.  He says I have a beautiful back."

          "Mmmm, he's right," Laura purred, kissing and stroking it in a 
    controlled orgy of sensuality.

          "But his cock goes in so deep, sometimes it hurts me.  It's 
    pretty long."

          I know, don't I know, Laura thought, ruefully.

          She kissed Yvette's long, sinuous black miracle of a back, 
    caressing it with her own naked breasts, which aroused Yvette 
    further.  By the time she descended to Yvette's high, round ass, 
    Yvette was whimpering, squirming.  Laura kissed and caressed 
    Yvette's firm asscheeks, nipping them with her teeth, while sliding 
    two fingers into the juicy warm blossom of Yvette's cunt.

          She had found the triggering spot so many times that she knew 
    just about exactly where it was, and yet she hesitated to touch it 
    immediately.  Yvette had already come a couple of times, but Laura 
    felt it wouldn't hurt to have a little more buildup, especially when 
    so much pleasure for each one was involved.

          She began to tickle Yvette's asshole with her tongue, then to 
    slip it inside, while still moving her two fingers in and out of 
    Yvette's soupy, slippery pussy.

          "Ohhnnnn!  Oh god . . . Laura!  Unhhhh!" Yvette moaned, biting 
    her lower lip, panting sharply.

          "Does that feel good?"

          "Ungghh!  Oh god . . . yes!"  Her whole body was gripped by a 
    wild, involuntary shiver.  "Ohhhhnnn!  Oh god . . . harder, please, 
    fuck me, Laura, please!  Do it now!  Unghhhh!  Do it hard!  Oh!"

          By now Laura was nipping the hard, round, smooth flesh of 
    Yvette's incredible bottom with her teeth, pushing her fingers 
    deeper and harder into Yvette's pussy.  And Yvette was swirling her 
    ass back and up into Laura's hands and mouth, moaning 
    uncontrollably, her body tense, poised for the finish.  Laura knew 
    it, and slowly she rotated one finger inside Yvette's sopping-wet 
    pussy until her fingertip pushed against the front inner wall.

          Then she drew it down, pressing hard, until she felt Yvette 
    stiffen sharply.  Yvette began to come in violent waves of ecstacy 
    that wrenched her body repeatedly.  

          At first there was no need to stifle her screams because it 
    knocked the breath out of her.  Keening and cawing for breath, she 
    writhed and flexed as the sharp spasms ripped through her.  One 
    after another orgasm wrenched her, and she finally began moaning 
    into the sheet as each shock hit her.

          "Ungghh!  Ohnggg!  Oh god . . . ungghhauuhnngg!  Oh Laura!  
    Ungghhnnmmiieee!"

          She turned her face into a pillow, sobbing and overflowing 
    with rapturous coming, her body churning in the grip of a shattering 
    ecstacy, until finally it began to wane, and her breath slowed.  At 
    this point, Laura turned Yvette's slack, limp body over and slid 
    between her yawning thighs, pressing her lips to Yvette's pussy and 
    sucking it passionately.  In thirty seconds Yvette was coming yet 
    again, holding Laura's head against her streaming slit and groaning, 
    her lovely body shuddering in fresh, wracking spasms of bliss.

          She was so beautiful in the throes of ecstacy that Laura 
    didn't want to stop, but Yvette frantically pulled her up, half-
    weeping, half-hysterical. 

          "No . . . stop, oh god, no . . . I can't, oh Laura, I can't 
    take any more, please!" she whimpered.

          "Mmmmmm," Laura nuzzled her neck.  "I want to fuck you so much 
    that there won't be any left for Rhonda."

          Even though she was almost destroyed by the sexual gluttony of 
    the past fifteen minutes, Yvette giggled softly.  Then she kissed 
    Laura warmly.

          "You're so bad," she smiled.  "There's no way she could do 
    that to me.  Or anyone else.  Oh my god."  She glanced at Laura's 
    clock radio.  "I've got to pick Stacey up in ten minutes.  God, 
    Laura, I can't leave you like this.  After you . . . did that for 
    me."

          She pushed Laura onto her back and began kissing her 
    feverishly.  And even though she knew this would be a rush job, 
    Laura submitted, wanting to be raped, wanting to be ravished by 
    Yvette, very horny after watching Yvettte come so exuberantly.

          She grabbed Yvette's head and kissed her back voraciously.  "I 
    want you to fuck me hard," she whispered against Yvette's lips.  
    "Fuck me hard.  Rape me."

          "Oh yes," Yvette panted, excited by Laura's words.

          She dropped her mouth to Laura's nipples again, and Laura held 
    her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them sharply as Yvette's 
    mouth devoured her.  In seconds she was almost delirious with lust.  
    Yvette was all over her, fucking Laura with a fierce passion that 
    reminded Laura of their lunch together in the hotel, when they had 
    made love so wildly that their uncontrollable yelps of pleasure had 
    attracted the hotel staff.

          "Ohhnnnn . . . oh god!" Laura panted, her body churning under 
    Yvette's hands, her hips twitching as Yvette's fingers explored the 
    soupy cauldron of her pussy.  "Fuck me eat me please . . . Yvette!  
    Oh!  Ungghhh!"

          Yvette's mouth was on it, tonguing and sucking it, mauling 
    Laura's clit.  Laura was on the verge of begging her to do it 
    harder, to do everything harder, when a fierce uprush of hot coming 
    simply throttled her, wrenching a strangled cry of ecstacy from her 
    chest.

          "Auunngghiieeee!" she cried out, giving in to the the 
    undulating waves of intense pleasure.

          Her body arched and shimmered through a series of scalding 
    spasms, then sank back to the bed, covered by Yvette's nakedness.  
    They embraced and kissed ardently one last time before Yvette hopped 
    up and quickly dressed.

          "Hate to screw and leave," she said.  "So much like a man."  
    Her face turned mournful.  She came over to the bed and kissed Laura 
    with deep feeling.  "I'll let myself out.  I want you to lie there 
    and just remember me."

          "How could I forget?" Laura said, her eyes briefly filling, 
    unexpectedly.

          Somehow the pain of watching Yvette go was greater than she 
    anticipated, surprising her.  Maybe I care for her more than I 
    thought, she realized.  Then she fell asleep where she lay, naked, 
    physically exhausted, though they had only been fucking for half an 
    hour.  She slept for an hour, then awoke to a dark apartment.

          But it was pretty hot and heavy fucking, she thought, as she 
    pulled on her robe, smiling, and went to fix something to eat.




