Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 33
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance





          As if she didn't have enough troubles, now that she had been 
    to bed both with Yvette and Yvette's teenaged sister, Laura met a 
    tall, thin, gorgeous model at a press reception.  The girl was 
    stunning.  Nearly every man in the place clustered around her, 
    though she was a head or more taller than most of them.  She was 
    black, with shoulder-length hair, big gold hoops for earrings, and 
    the longest legs Laura had ever seen, even longer than Yvette's, in 
    black net stockings.

          Laura felt familiar stirrings when she looked at the beautiful 
    black girl, but she tried to ignore them, feeling she didn't have 
    much of a chance.  The girl was obviously enjoying the attention of 
    the men.  Later, however, she ran into the girl, whose name or whose 
    stage name, at least, was Angelique, in the ladies room.

          She couldn't help staring, and Angelique noticed.  She stared 
    back.

          "I'm sorry," Laura said, embarrassed.  "I guess you don't get 
    many women staring at you."

          "On the contrary," the girl smiled.  "It happens all the time.  
    Some are jealous, some are envious, some are racist.  Some just want 
    to fuck me."

          She left a very meaningful moment for Laura to fill.  Her dark 
    eyes sparkled with cheerful malice and electrifying sex.  Laura 
    didn't know if it was an invitation or a threat.

          But she wasn't bold enough to admit being in the last 
    category.  

          "I guess I just think . . . you're stunning," she said softly, 
    letting her eyes smoke a little, ambiguously, to show the girl she 
    wasn't intimidated.

          Angelique winked, instantly becoming more friendly.  "You 
    ain't so bad yourself, dear," she deadpanned.  "In the gorgeous 
    department, we're a pair."

          Laura giggled and relaxed a little.  They went back to the 
    party, stopping at the bar for drinks, and were soon both surrounded 
    by men.  Finally, Angelique whispered to her, "Either we each choose 
    one, or we get out of here together, so they think we're dating."

          "I'm with you," Laura smiled.

          They went back to Angelique's hotel room.
  
          "Want a vodka?" she asked Laura.  "I always carry a bottle, 
    but I don't have anything else.  Just for a nightcap.  Helps me 
    sleep."

          They sat in the small hotel room, Angelique on the bed, Laura 
    in the chair, drinking from the bathroom glasses.  

          "Is your name really Angelique?" Laura asked.

          She shook her head.  "Sandra Robinson.  Angelique is my 
    'stage' name."  She grimaced.  "I pose for those naked girl 
    magazines.  And make videos.  You have to have a stage name."

          Laura was fascinated.  "I've never met anyone who did that," 
    she said.  

          "It's fun.  I have a good body, and I get paid pretty well.  
    You'd do great too.  You have a great body too."

          Laura blushed slightly.  "You think so?"

          Sandra was dressed in a tight-fitting black evening dress that 
    left more of her body naked than covered.  Her very short skirt 
    revealed nearly every inch of her incredible long legs, and her body 
    from the armpits up was completely bare.  She wasn't coal black like 
    Yvette or Chanitra, just a rich chocolate hue, her shoulders and 
    neck perfectly shaped, her back flawless and smooth.  Laura still 
    found it hard not to stare.

          "You do videos too?" she asked.  "Do you have to . . . you 
    know, do it with somebody in them?"

          Sandra smiled slowly.  "The company that shoots them does 
    those, but I've only done solos.  You know, take off your clothes, 
    masturbate.  One of mine was big seller because I actually came 
    while making it.  It was a big hit."

          Laura could feel the sexual electricity in the air.  She 
    wondered if Sandra felt it too.

          "They make videos with two girls in them, too," she said, 
    lowering her eyelids, giving Laura a veiled, ambiguous look.

          Laura felt her pulse pound.  "You actually had a . . . climax 
    while taping one?" she asked.  "Aren't there people there?  Staring 
    at you?"

          "Why Laura," Sandra said with mock big eyes.  "You must have 
    somebody there when you climax.  At least half the time, right?"

          Laura giggled softly, sexually hypnotized by the beautiful 
    tall girl.  "What a turn on," she said, softly.  "It must have made 
    the guys doing the taping really want you."

          Sandra smiled.   "Only one guy.  But it was like having five 
    guys.  He nearly put me in a hospital bed, girl.  No sooner did he 
    turn that camera off then he was all over me like white on rice.  
    I'd hardly finished coming."

          "I guess you'd better stop," Laura said, feeling herself 
    growing hotter by the second.  "You're beginning to get me excited."

          "Really?" Sandra grinned, amused and fairly excited herself.  
    "Me too.  I never told anybody about it.  But it really was wild.  
    He fucked me three times.  My video was their biggest seller for six 
    months.  I made several thousand bucks off it."

          Laura could feel her whole being throbbing as the two girls' 
    eyes locked.  "You never made any videos with another . . . person?" 
    she asked, diffidently.

          Sandra shook her head.  "They wanted me to.  Still want me to.  
    They have this other girl who's a big star in their magazines.  
    Really gorgeous, shorter than me, with these really beautiful big 
    breasts."  She showed Laura with her hands.  "Not just big, like 
    some, but really beautiful, know what I mean?  Beautifully shaped.  
    Her name is Shawn.  They wanted us to do a video together."

          "You didn't want to."

          Sandra smiled with charming shyness.  "I've never done 
    anything like that.  I mean, some girls do want me.  Like I told 
    you back at that party, in the bathroom.  But I never accepted."

          She looked down at her knees.  Laura knew they were getting 
    too close to what they were both feeling.

          "Anyway, they thought it would be a great contrast, I guess," 
    Sandra went on, as if to distract them both.  "I'm tall, thin, small 
    breasts.  She's short, big breasts."

          "I guess you'd better stop," Laura whispered again.

          "Still getting you excited?" Sandra asked, squinting playfully 
    and yet alluringly at Laura from a sidelong glance.

          Laura looked down at her fingers.  When she looked up, 
    Sandra's eyes were throbbing with sex, as she knew her own were.  
    Neither of them could deny what was happening in this small hotel 
    room.  Sandra uncrossed her long, fantastic legs and watched Laura's 
    eyes on them.

          She stood up.  Reaching down with one hand, she took Laura's 
    hand and drew Laura up too, onto her feet.  Laura still had her 
    glass in one hand.  Sandra took it and set it down on the dresser.

          "I was telling the truth when I said I've never done this," 
    she whispered.

          Their faces were just inches from each other.  Laura could 
    feel Sandra's warm breath on her skin.  Her eyes fell to Sandra's 
    full, sensual mouth, lips moist and parted slightly.

          "Just don't say anything," she whispered back.

          Slowly, slowly, their mouths came together, until they were in 
    the middle of a patient, searching kiss before either one knew how 
    it had started.  Laura ran her fingertips up and down the smooth 
    dark skin of Sandra's naked back. Two of her fingers grazed the top 
    of Sandra's zipper, then flittered away.  Should I unzip it? she 
    wondered.

          She kissed Sandra's neck, her bare shoulder, behind her ear.  
    Sandra was panting softly, trembling a little.  Laura's lips found 
    the hollow under Sandra's collarbone, then her throat.  Then their 
    mouths met again, more searingly this time.

          Laura's fingertips grazed the zipper again.  This time she 
    grasped it and inched it down.  Sandra's body tensed, but she didn't 
    try to stop Laura.  But then she pulled her mouth away from Laura's 
    and reached behind her back with both hands.  Quickly, she unzipped 
    the small dress.  It slid away from her naked body.

          The dress had bra cups inside it, and, except for black lace 
    panties and black lace stockings, Sandra was naked.  She had small 
    beautiful breasts with round black nipples, and before her skimpy 
    dress had slid down her thighs to the floor, Laura was cradling them 
    in her palms, kissing Sandra's neck, murmuring softly to her. 

          "I want you . . . I want you."

          "Don't talk . . . please," Sandra said, gasping with pleasure 
    as Laura's lips closed over one of her thick, erect nipples. 

          Laura held the small firm globe in both hands, tonguing the 
    girl's beautiful big nipple, teasing and sucking it, nipping it, 
    sucking half of Sandra's breast into her mouth, giving her the full 
    treatment.  Sandra was quivering and moaning in seconds. 
 
          Laura did the same thing to the girl's other exquisite breast, 
    until Sandra's nipples were hard and wet and she was whimpering 
    helplessly.  Quickly, they both unbuttoned Laura's blouse, and 
    Sandra herself unclasped Laura's bra.  She squeezed Laura's perfect 
    breasts, and they fell sideways onto the bed, with Sandra on her 
    back and Laura leaning over her, dangling her beautiful breasts in 
    Sandra's face.

          Sandra held them in her hands and guided one swollen nipple 
    between her lips, sucking Laura urgently, passionately.  Laura threw 
    her head back and pushed her breast into the girl's mouth, moaning 
    and luxuriating in the hot pleasure that shot through her body.  

          Sandra was a beginner but not a gentle one.  She squeezed 
    Laura's breasts at the same time that she sucked Laura's nipples, 
    sucking hard, squeezing hard, and Laura was almost unable to control 
    her lust.

          "Oh god!" she gasped, whimpering uncontrollably.  "Oh . . . 
    Sandra . . . ohhhh!"

          "Am I doing it too hard?" Sandra asked.

          Laura kissed her.  "I want to fuck you," Laura murmured 
    against her teeth, her eyes smoky with need.


          She saw that Sandra's were the same.  Sandra kissed her back.  
    "Please," she murmured in a small, husky voice.  "Please.  Hurry."

          Quickly Laura unzipped her skirt and pushed it and her panties 
    off.  Sandra started to skim her own panties down her hips, but 
    Laura grabbed her hand.

          "No.  Let me do it.  Please."

          She wanted every inch of this tall, slender, dark and 
    beautiful girl to herself.  And even though they were both already 
    so aroused that they might fall on each other like savage she-wolves 
    and thrash through several climaxes in a minute or so, Laura wanted 
    to draw it out, to prolong the suspense and heighten the ecstacy, 
    particularly for Sandra.

          She slowly kissed Sandra's flat, silky dark midriff, then her 
    soft smooth belly, inching the elastic band of the panties down just 
    below her lips, until she reached the top fringe of Sandra's muff.  
    Then she slowly pulled Sandra's panties halfway down Sandra's 
    thighs, kissing them, admiring their lean, smooth beauty and deep 
    chocolate color, bringing soft mewlings from deep in Sandra's throat 
    as she kissed the warm inner flesh.

          She skimmed the panties all the way off, then began lovingly 
    removing each long mesh stocking, caressing and kissing each shapely 
    long leg as she did.  By the time she had both stockings off, Sandra 
    was writhing and moaning with intense need.

          "God . . . Laura, please!" she begged, kissing Laura's mouth 
    frantically, her eyes filled with desperate, thrilling lust.

          Now Laura hovered over her supine, long, beautiful lean body, 
    dangling her breasts in Sandra's face, then sweeping them down 
    Sandra's body and letting their swollen nipples brush and kiss, 
    driving them both crazy with hot, urgent desire for each other.  
    Lower Laura went, sliding down Sandra's writhing flesh, until her 
    mouth was only inches from the dewy petals of Sandra's oozing slit.

          She slipped the tip of her tongue between the parted cuntlips, 
    and Sandra gasped and clenched her entire body in excitement.

          "Oh!  Oh god!" she panted.  "Unh!  Unh!"

          Laura slid both hands under the girl's firm buns and cradled 
    them in her palms as she began to lick Sandra's sweet, glistening 
    pussy and tongue her clit.  Sandra was already in a heightened state 
    of arousal, and Laura's tongue on her pussy drove her to the edge of 
    a fierce orgasm in just seconds.  Her wonderful lean body writhed 
    and clenched, and she moaned and mewled uncontrollably, pumping her 
    hips, pinching her breasts with her hands, arching her back 
    convulsively.

          "Ohhhhhhnnn!  Oh!  Unggh!  Oh yes!  Oh . . . please!" she 
    moaned, her pelvis churning as she pushed her juice-streaming pussy 
    up into Laura's face.

          Sandra's frenzy of lust excited Laura so much that she almost 
    had a sympathy orgasm.  She really poured on the heat, slurping and 
    sucking Sandra's pussy roughly, mouth-raping the poor shuddering 
    girl until Sandra exploded in sharp spasms of coming.

          "Anngghh!  Oh!  Ungghmmngggiieeeee!" she cried out, flipping 
    and surging, her whole body tensed and clenching with jolts of 
    searing ecstacy.

          It was a long, long orgasm, and Laura did everything she could 
    to prolong it even further.  When it was over, Sandra, bleary-eyed 
    and stunned by the force of it, propped herself up on her elbows, 
    looking down her long body at Laura, who was still between her 
    thighs.  She smiled through the shock.

          "Aren't you going to even kiss me after that one?" she 
    whispered softly.

          Laura slid up and they kissed with touching tenderness.

          "You know," Sandra said, "I've been to bed with lots of men.  
    Not one of them ever made me come like you just did."

          "I'm glad," Laura murmured, caressing Sandra's small, 
    beautiful breasts, wanting to fuck her again, wanting to be fucked 
    by her too.

          "I wish I could do the same for you," Sandra said, shyly.  
    "I've never done it."

          "I know."

          "You've done it, though.  Haven't you.  This isn't something 
    you just . . . discovered."

          Laura blushed slightly.

          "I mean, you don't look like a lesbian," Sandra said.

          "I . . . don't think of myself as a lesbian," Laura said, in a 
    barely audible whisper.  

          "Do you go to bed with men?"

          "Yes."

          "But you prefer girls?"

          "I prefer you."

          "Can I . . . eat you, the way you did me?  Will you mind if 
    I'm kind of clumsy?  Or slow at it?"

          "Mmmmm, slow is what I like," Laura murmured, frenching her 
    ear.  "Just do whatever you want to me.  I almost came when you did, 
    it was so exciting.  I think if you breathe on my clit, I'll 
    explode.  You're so beautiful."

          "Laura, I've never had any sex like this," Sandra said, 
    solemnly.  "It's so . . . so powerful."  Her eyes throbbed 
    hypnotically, locked with Laura's.  "I want you.  I want you."

          She slid down Laura's naked body, between Laura's yawning 
    thighs.  Carefully, she slipped her tongue between the glistening 
    wet lips of Laura's open pussy and began to lick it.  Laura's back 
    arched, and she moaned softly.  

          It took only seconds for her to get out of control.  Sandra 
    was inexperienced, but not gentle, as Laura had already discovered 
    when the girl had kissed and sucked her breasts.  Laura's sexual 
    excitement excited Sandra, and her tentative tongue gave way to a 
    hot, slurping, sucking, stabbing attack that had Laura coming 
    exultantly in about a minute.

          "Auungghh!  Oh!  Oh god!" Laura cried out as the spasms began 
    to rip through her churning body.  "Oh!  Unngghhmmmnnggeeee!  Oh god 
    oh Sandra ohhhhhh!"

          Her orgasm was sweet and intense, and Sandra's happiness 
    afterward at having given Laura such pleasure, made it sweeter.  The 
    lean, intense girl had a physical passion and sexual stamina that 
    rivaled Chanitra's, and Laura spent the night in her hotel room in 
    an almost constant delirium of ecstacy, fucking Sandra and being 
    fucked in return until by morning neither could continue.

          They slept, ordered room service, and fucked again until noon.  
    By that time both of them had lost count of their climaxes, though 
    Laura, who had done this before, knew it was some kind of record, 
    even for her.  Sandra was a quick and easy comer, though the more 
    drawn out, excruciatingly intense orgasms that came after the early, 
    exuberant, fast ones came harder to her.  But even a long one took 
    no more than three or four minutes to erupt.

          And so, Laura figured, they must have had about thirty apiece.  
    But even after they had both dressed, and Sandra was ready to check 
    out of the hotel, she couldn't stop herself from dragging Laura back 
    down onto the bed, tearing off Laura's blouse, pulling down Laura's 
    bra, getting her hand under Laura's skirt and panties, and sucking 
    Laura's breasts and hand-fucking her pussy so feverishly that Laura 
    came in seconds, squealing and twisting in thrilling convulsions of 
    lust.

          "See what you've done to me?" Sandra panted.  "I can't keep my 
    hands off you."

          Laura hadn't really been ravished this way, her clothes ripped 
    off and her body roughly violated, in a long time.

          "You're a mad rapist," she teased Sandra, kissing her.

          "First person I ever raped, too," Sandra said.

          She helped Laura pull her disheveled clothes back together.

          "I hope I didn't tear anything.  I just thought, god, I may 
    never see her again. I've got to have her one last time."

          "But you will see me again."

          "When?"

          Laura gave Sandra her address and phone number. 
 
          "But I live in L.A.," Sandra said plaintively.

          "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Laura teased, french 
    kissing her heatedly.  "Just don't go fucking with that Shawn who 
    has the big beautiful breasts, now that you know it can be fun."

          Sandra's eyes sparkled devilishly.  "Don't give me ideas.  You 
    have to come down and visit me next time."

          "How about in two weeks.  I can take an extra day on the 
    weekend."

          "Great!  God, I can't wait."

          

