Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 70
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 70




          After Brandi's departure, Laura fell into her usual depression.  
    Of all her lovers, both Brandi and Jonelle pierced her heart most 
    deeply, and separating from either always caused her great pain.  
    For three or four days she was unbearably glum and abstracted, and 
    then on the fifth day something happened to make it even worse.

          She was cruising the aisles of her local Safeway, listlessly 
    picking up a few things, when she noticed a new assistant manager 
    handling the cash drawers, money orders, etc.  Where's Tracy? she 
    suddenly thought, alarmed.  Oh god, they didn't transfer her!  I'll 
    never find her!

          But then she reassured herself.  Everybody gets a day off now 
    and then.  She herself had just taken two to spend them deliriously 
    fucking with Brandi, Ms. Olympia.  Her body still throbbed in wild 
    happiness at the memory, and her cunt moistened.  She could still 
    almost feel Brandi's huge thigh, steel sheathed in black silk, moving 
    powerfully against her open pussy.  But her thoughts quickly jumped 
    back to Tracy. 

          She was young, smart, pretty, ambitious.  They were always 
    looking out for new talent.  They wouldn't take long to move her up.  
    Now Laura's anxiety flooded in again.  Oh god, I won't see her 
    again! she thought. 

          She couldn't keep herself from asking the checker, as she was 
    leaving.  She pulled an earring out of her handbag and showed it to 
    him.  

          "You know that girl, that assistant manager who's usually 
    here?" she said.  "What is her name . . . Stacy?"

          "Oh, you mean Tracy?"

          "Yes, that's her.  Well, I . . . found this earring of hers 
    that she dropped when we were talking outside, last time I was here.  
    I wanted to return it."

          "Oh, she wasn't the assistant manager," he said.  "She was 
    what you are before they make you an assistant manager.  But they 
    did make her one.  Last week.  She's now at the Safeway in 
    Emeryville."

          "Oh," Laura said, crestfallen.  "Emeryville?  I guess I could, 
    you know, find her there."

          "You sure can," he grinned.  "Every day."

          "Thanks," she said, weakly.

          She got into her car and found herself on the way to 
    Emeryville before she even realized it.  God, I guess it's just to 
    get my mind off Brandi, she thought.  When she got there, she went in 
    and started buying some more items, hoping to spot Tracy.

          They ran into each other near the cheese deli.  

          "Oh, hi there," Tracy said, brightly, her lovely young face 
    breaking into a fetching grin as she saw Laura.  "What are you doing 
    here, did you move?"

          "I, uh, no," Laura stammered.

          "They made me an assistant manager," Tracy said, proudly.

          "I know.  Congratulations."

          Tracy looked right and left, as if to keep anyone from 
    overhearing.  Then she leaned so close that her smooth black cheek 
    almost brushed Laura's, and whispered.

          "I finally found out the name of that model you look like," 
    she said, conspiratorially.  "Stephanie Seymour.  You know?  You 
    look just like her."

          "Thanks."

          "Except you have more, you know, up here," she pointed to 
    Laura's breasts.  "You sure are gorgeous, though."

          "Thanks," Laura said again, blushing this time.

          "What are you doing over here?"

          Laura's blush grew deeper.  "Actually . . . I hope you won't 
    take this the wrong way, but I, uh, wanted to see you.  I was afraid 
    . . . you know, I wouldn't see you again.  I . . . uh, like you."

          Tracy positively beamed.  Clearly she didn't take it the wrong 
    way, at least not yet.  "I like you too," she smiled warmly.

          Throwing caution to the winds, Laura pressed ahead.  "So . . . 
    maybe we could meet for coffee some time.  I mean, when you're not 
    working."

          Tracy's eyes widened.  "You know, the only days I get off are 
    Sunday and Wednesday.  Sunday I have to spend with my kids, of 
    course.  And you probably work Wednesdays.  Everybody does," she 
    sighed.

          "I could maybe take one off," Laura said, not meaning to seem 
    too eager.  Quickly, she calculated.  It was Thursday.  She knew her 
    period would be coming up early the following week.  "Maybe a week 
    from next Wednesday."

          Then she felt guilty and blushed again.  Just meeting Tracy 
    for coffee didn't mean . . .

          But Tracy accepted eagerly.  "Gosh, that'd be great," she 
    said, enthusiastically.  "Here's my home number."  She scribbled it 
    on the back of a brown paper bag.  "Call me.  We'll get together.  
    That'll be fun.  Excuse me, I have to go back to work now.  Got to 
    be careful, new promotion, you know."

          Her eyes sparkled happily.

          "I know," Laura said, smiling back.  "I'll call."

          Driving back across the bridge, she was flooded with a welter 
    of conflicting emotions.  Anticipation.  God, she's lovely, I want 
    her so much.  Guilt.  She has kids.  She's so friendly.  She has no 
    idea I want to screw her.

          Tracy reminded her in a way of Cecilia, so artless and open.  
    And yet Cecilia, after her initial reluctance, had become a 
    voracious and wildly hot lover, dying to fuck with Laura whenever 
    possible.  She still was. 
 
          Laura tried to put the whole thing out of her mind until 
    Wednesday aweek.  And who should help her do it but Yvette, whom she 
    had not seen for weeks, almost two months, in fact.  They had last 
    been together on John Scheinbaum's office sofa, caught half-naked in 
    each other's arms by Pete Hansen.  Laura's phone was ringing when she 
    walked in the door. 

          "God, I'm glad you're home," Yvette said breathlessly. 
    "Arthur had to go out of town.  His father is dying."

          "Oh," Laura said.  She had wished it was Arthur himself.

          "Can I come over?  I mean, I don't want to be rude.  But 
    Laura, I miss you.  You sleep with my little sister more than you 
    sleep with me."

          "Now that's not true," Laura said, though she and Chanitra had 
    shared an exuberant few hours in bed before Brandi showed up.

          "Please say yes," Yvette begged.

          "Okay.  Come on over."

          "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

          And during those twenty minutes, while she waited, Laura found 
    herself turning into a helpless prisoner of lust.  Brandi had been 
    gone for five days.  Tracy's tempting beauty had filled her with 
    fresh desire.  And the memory of her last encounter with Yvette sent 
    her over the top.

          Her cunt was pulsing and wet.  She and Yvette had always had 
    explosive sex, and she knew what was coming.  Her heart almost 
    stopped beating for a moment when she opened her door and saw Yvette 
    standing there.

          All her initial desire for the girl came flooding back to her.  
    Yvette looked spectacular.  Tall, lean, her incredible long shapely 
    legs showing under a high miniskirt, her wonderful glossy dark skin 
    glowing and smooth, her eyes flashing with amusement and danger, her 
    sensual mouth pouting in just such a way as to make Laura nearly 
    tremble with need for her.

          The door was barely shut and bolted before they were kissing 
    voraciously, all tongues, fingers biting through clothing, trying to 
    drink each other with their mouths.  But then Yvette drew back, 
    smiling, suddenly a very fetching tease.

          "He'll be gone until Sunday night," she said.  "Do you think 
    we can spend two days together without killing each other?"

          Laura smiled back, even though her spirit took a small dip at 
    this news.  She and Brandi had nearly put one another in the 
    hospital, and doing a repeat performance with Yvette might be more 
    than Laura could take.  But kissing Yvette had made her blood 
    sizzle, and right now she was willing to try.

          "God, you look gorgeous," she said to Yvette.  "Why do you 
    look so beautiful?"

          "Oh?" Yvette teased, pirouetting, showing off her spectacular 
    legs.  "You want me?  Tired of all those other sluts?  Including my 
    slutty little sister?"

          "Now now," Laura said.  "What about your daughter?"

          "She's with my Mom.  We can play.  Tell me how much you want 
    me."

          "Tell me how you silenced Pete Hansen," Laura said, drawing 
    Yvette back into her arms and kissing her phenomenally smooth black 
    cheek.

          "Well," Yvette's eyes sparkled with mischief, "the bad news is 
    I couldn't get him to fuck me because he's gay."

          "You sound like you wanted him to," Laura said, not concealing 
    her jealousy.

          "Well . . . he is pretty good-looking.  Or were you too 
    flustered to notice?  And I'm not like you, just a lesbian straight 
    out.  I like guys too."

          "Is this Hurt Laura day?"

          Yvette shook her head.  "I'm sorry."

          "And the good news?"

          "The good news is that like most gay guys he's a sex maniac 
    and understands what we were doing, and he'll be quiet so I don't 
    'out' him.  I did have a little affair since I last saw you, though.  
    With Rhonda Reardon, do you know her?"

          Laura felt like she had been kicked in the stomach.  She had 
    been jealous before, but couldn't remember this hot squirt of fire 
    in her stomach.  Rhonda?  Laura knew Rhonda Reardon: tall, very 
    blond, pretty enough, corporate bitch type, expensive scarves, lots 
    of jewelry, hard-edged.

          "Yes, I know her," Laura swallowed.  She released Yvette from 
    her embrace, stunned by the news, her stomach churning wildly.  "How 
    did it happen?" she asked, as if it were a horrible, bloody 
    accident.

          And of course Yvette, as always, enjoyed turning the knife.  
    "Oh, our group went on this off-site planning conference, up in 
    Sonoma.  I went swimming in the pool before dinner, and she kept 
    staring at me.  That evening we just sort of . . . ended up in my 
    room.  She's good, but not like you, Laura." 

          Laura only now realized that her eyes were full of tears, hot 
    tears, and they were spilling down her cheeks.

          "I don't know why you're crying," Yvette went on.  "You've 
    screwed half the pretty girls in the company, especially the black 
    ones, right?  Not only my little sister.  Karen Harris.  Barbara 
    Crowley.  Jonelle Roberts.  Yes, I know about her.  She used to get 
    all moony whenever you came into view.  I knew you were fucking her 
    silly." 

          "Yvette, please."

          Yvette's eyes watered briefly.  "I get jealous too," she 
    whimpered.

          Again they embraced, kissing passionately this time, their 
    tears mingling.  And for some reason the burning jealousy each felt 
    sharpened their hunger.  They nearly devoured one another.  Laura 
    started undressing Yvette as she kissed her.  Yvette's hands came up 
    to Laura's breasts, squeezing them urgently through Laura's clothes. 

          "Oh . . . Jesus, I want you!" Laura panted.

          "Quick," Yvette breathed.  "Let's do it quick.  In the 
    bedroom."

          Laura drug her down the hall and into the bedroom, kicking the 
    door shut with her foot.  Yvette was already half out of her blouse.  
    Laura quickly unzipped her skirt.  It fell to her ankles.  Now she 
    wore only her bra and bikini panties, stark white against her 
    delicious dark smooth black skin.  The thought of Rhonda Reardon 
    running her hands and mouth all over Yvette's exquisite body made 
    Laura almost gag.

          But she didn't have much time to dwell on it.  Yvette was 
    undressing her now, pulling her sweatshirt up over her head, 
    unzipping her jeans, pulling them down.  The two of them were 
    frantic with lust.  Yvette unclasped Laura's bra, kissing her naked 
    back, slipping her hands under Laura's arms and cupping her naked 
    breasts from behind.

          They both fell onto the bed, and Yvette turned Laura around, 
    kissing her mouth heatedly again, then dropping her lips to Laura's 
    breasts.  She sucked Laura's nipples hard, ravenously, making Laura 
    cry out.

          "Ungghh!  Oh god . . . unhh!  God, yes!"

          She kissed and sucked Yvette's smooth neck and shoulders, her 
    fingers scrabbling for the girl's bra clasp.  Yvette's mouth drank 
    hers again, and she got the clasp free, pulling off Yvette's bra, 
    then pinning the girl on her back.  She scooped up Yvette's small, 
    perfect breasts in her hands and sucked Yvette's bursting, swelling 
    black nipples as hungrily as Yvette had swallowed hers. 

          "Ohhnnn . . . oh oh Laura oh yes oh yes yes!" Yvette 
    whimpered, squirming, wincing as Laura's mouth passionately tore at 
    her sensitive nipples.

          Laura remembered how Yvette had said her nipples were tougher 
    after childbirth, and she liked to have them sucked hard.  She also 
    remembered how Yvette had come, the first time with Laura, when 
    Laura had sucked her nipples like this.  And this time was a repeat 
    performance.

          Laura sucked and even bit them gently, and Yvette squirmed and 
    whooped uncontrollably, her lovely face torn with wild sexual need.

          "Oh yes!  Oh yes, Laura . . . I oh . . . I'm going to . . ."

          The thought that Rhonda had sucked Yvette's nipples this way, 
    and brought the same helpless cry of need from Yvette's throat, 
    burned through Laura's gut even as she brought the girl higher, 
    higher, to the pinnacle.  She slid one hand under Yvette's panties, 
    finding the soupy wet mess of her pussy, scissoring her clit in two 
    fingers, rubbing it hard.

          "Oh!  Oh god!  Ungghhaiiiggnhhiieee!" Yvette cried out, coming 
    in a fierce uprush of ecstacy as Laura bunched up one small breast 
    in her hand and assaulted Yvette's wet, stiff nipple savagely.  
 
    "Unhh!  Oh god . . . oh Laura!" she sighed, her eyes glazed with 
    swirling love and lust.

          She was still swimming in the aftermath of sensations that 
    accompanied her orgasm, and Laura's lust for her had not diminished 
    a bit.  She swarmed over the mewling girl, pulling her panties off 
    now, sliding quickly down and tonguing Yvette's pussy, devouring it.  
    She had not tasted this beautiful pussy--by far the most beautifully 
    shaped she had ever seen--for months, and again the sharp gut pain 
    of realizing that Rhonda Reardon had also licked it attacked her.

        God, I hate her for fucking you! she thought wildly as she 
    tongue-fucked Yvette's juicy pussy.  And I hate you for letting her 
    fuck you!  Her wild passion mixed with jealousy brought Yvette to 
    another explosive climax in under a minute.  She lay gasping for 
    breath, trembling, throbbing with aftershocks, and still Laura was 
    fucking her, sliding her finger up inside Yvette's pussy, determined 
    to make her come so hard that she would regret giving her body to 
    another woman.

          Yvette's eyes were glazed, her face contorted with sexual 
    need, her body writhing under the onslaught as Laura swarmed over 
    her.  She got a finger up into the girl's ass, and another into her 
    pussy, searching for the spot.  Yvette went wild, squirming and 
    whimpering hysterically as her body was hungrily raped and devoured 
    by Laura.  

          And Laura was insatiable.  Fucking Yvette with both hands, she 
    sucked the girl's clit into her mouth, lashing it hard with her 
    tongue, and Yvette's body clenched, then exploded in a fury of 
    orgasms.

          "Unghh!  Oh!  AUUNGGHIIEEEE!" she cried out, coming fiercely, 
    shrieking before Laura's hand could cover her mouth to muffle the 
    groans.

          After the first outburst she was still coming, her lovely lean 
    body arching and quivering, clenching and shuddering, but the breath 
    seemed to be knocked out of her, and she only cawed and mewled 
    insanely as wave after wave of shocking pleasure wrenched her.  
    Still enraged by burning jealousy and consumed with lust for Yvette, 
    Laura fucked her until Yvette went limp in the wake of her fourth 
    orgasm.

          Finally, she slid her fingers out of Yvette's body, wiping 
    them on the sheet and kissing her way back up the girl's long, silky 
    black body to her face.  She kissed Yvette's mouth long and slowly, 
    reawakening Yvette from the stunning trance of fierce coming she had 
    sent her into.

          "Oh god . . . Laura," Yvette gasped.  "You . . . raped me so 
    hard.  I came so hard!"

          Laura, of course, was still wildly aroused from the 
    experience, and rubbing her naked body against Yvette's made her 
    even more so.

          "I was so angry at you for letting Rhonda fuck you," she 
    confessed.  "And so horny for you myself.  I guess I lost control a 
    little."

          "God, I thought I wasn't going to stop coming, when you 
    touched that secret spot."  She kissed Laura, looking contrite.  
    "Look, I'm sorry about Rhonda.  It didn't mean anything.  We only 
    did it a few times."

          "A few times?"  Laura burned.

          "It only made me know there's no one like you."

          Laura didn't know whether to believe her.  But she did know 
    she really had no right to be jealous, the way she gave her body, 
    and her heart, so completely to Jonelle, and to Brandi.  But her 
    affection for Yvette seemed equally intense at this moment.  How can 
    I love all of them so much? she wondered. 

          But thoughts of this kind quickly disappeared as she felt 
    Yvette's lips on her body, and looked down to see one of her 
    swollen, aching nipples vanish into Yvette's warm, wet mouth.  
    Yvette sucked her gently at first, but Laura was wildly horny after 
    making the girl come so violently, and so many times.  She writhed 
    under Yvette's mouth, moaning and begging her.

          "Ohhhnnnn god baby yes yesssss!" she moaned, holding Yvette's 
    head, pushing her breast into Yvette's mouth.  "Bite it.  Oh please!  
    Fuck me with your hand.  Oh god, I'm going to come.  Bite me, honey, 
    bite me and fuck me!  Please!  Do it hard!"

          Laura still had her panties on.  Quickly she helped Yvette 
    pull them down and off.  Yvette's hand slid back up to her crotch, 
    and two long fingers slid deep into her wet pussy.  Now Yvette's 
    lips fastened on Laura's other nipple, drawing it in deep.  Her 
    fingers scissored Laura's clit, rubbing it hard, and at the same 
    time she sank her teeth into Laura's thick, throbbing nipple, not to 
    hard, but hard enough to make Laura wince, and yelp softly.

          Her body clenched, gripped by an involuntary shudder, and she 
    spilled over in torrents of coming.

          "Auungghh!  Oh!  Unngghh!  Oh yes . . . ungghh oh god!  
    Aunngghiiieee!" she cried out, flipping, surging off the bed, coming 
    fiercely as Yvette continued pumping her flooding pussy.

          Finally, she slumped back to the bed, panting, her body still 
    tingling with aftershocks.  Slowly, Yvette pulled her fingers out of 
    Laura's pussy and licked each one off sensually.

          "Mmmmm, you have the best taste," she smiled in her sultriest, 
    most seductive way, having just raped Laura thrillingly.  "I believe 
    I could taste some more."

          Laura was still glassy-eyed and throbbing as Yvette slid 
    between her thighs and began tonguing her pussy.  In another minute 
    she was coming again, arching and quivering, moaning deliriously as 
    wave after wave of acute sexual shock permeated her body.  Yvette's 
    mouth on her pussy was vigorous and hot, full of passion, gobbling 
    and sucking and tonguing it until Laura was helplessly gagging 
    softly on a fresh wild string of orgasms that left her gasping and 
    quivering, almost begging for relief.

          When it was finally over, and they were cuddled together, she 
    asked Yvette the obvious questions.

          "How did you know about me and Karen?" she murmured against 
    Yvette's marvelous smooth cheek.

          "Oh, so it's true," Yvette smiled.  "I just sort of guessed.  
    But I saw you two together once, about a year ago.  Nothing overt.  
    But I know that kind of electricity.  I just guessed.  True, eh?"

          "We were each other's first," Laura confessed.

          "She sure has a fantastic body."

          "Not so fantastic.  She just has large breasts, that's all.  
    Did you feel that kind of electricity with Rhonda?" Laura asked 
    spitefully, tracing her forefinger down Yvette's round, naked 
    shoulder. 

          "Not the kind I feel with you," Yvette said, batting her 
    eyelashes seductively.  "Nobody ever made me come like you just 
    did."

          "I suppose you were just guessing about Barbara too?" Laura 
    asked.

          Yvette shrugged.  "I know she's a lesbian.  She's pretty.  And 
    black.  Just your type.  She came on to me once, but I don't think 
    her heart was really in it.  She likes white girls, like you.  I 
    think she wanted to do me because she knew you were doing me, and 
    she could get to you that way.  She's sort of evil.  Did you fuck 
    her?" 

          Laura bit her lower lip noncommittally.  "More like the other 
    way around," she said softly, slightly mischaracterizing their 
    relationship.

          "Oh, you mean she tied you down and raped you against your 
    will," Yvette said sarcastically.  "You hated every minute."

          "She did part of that," Laura smiled, eyes twinkling with 
    mischief.

          Yvette's eyes widened.  "No kidding.  You let her tie you up?"

          Briefly, Laura's mind darted back to her and Barbara's last 
    encounter, when Barbara had allowed Laura to tie her up and fuck her 
    in the ass with the prickly-bulb vibrator.  The memory aroused her 
    wildly.  Then she recalled the earlier times, when Barbara had tied 
    her up.  Yvette could see that she was getting aroused just by 
    thinking of it.

          "God, you evil bitch," she said, smiling.  "You pervert.  You 
    really did all that sick stuff.  And enjoyed it."

          Laura wrestled with the delicious girl, pinning her on her 
    back and kissing her passionately.  "You might enjoy it too," she 
    whispered.

          "Not me.  It's sick."

          But her long, lean body began undulating almost uncontrollably 
    under Laura.

          "But I wouldn't mind it if you fucked me hard again," she 
    breathed, eyes swimming with sex.

          "Mmmmm, and I wouldn't either."

          Perhaps because of this conversation, they were both hotter 
    than ever and ended up fucking one another into an uncontrollable, 
    wild, urgent paroxysm of explosive, almost painful orgasms.  Twice 
    Laura had to cover Yvette's mouth with her hand to muffle the girl's 
    screams of ecstacy.  Twice she herself had to bite them off and push 
    her face into a pillow, her body writhing and clenching fiercely as 
    sharp sexual spasms wracked her.

          In a writhing, volatile sixty-nine, they nearly incinerated 
    each other and finally had to stop because neither could summon 
    another spasm from her exhausted body.

          "God, you wear me out," Laura gasped as they finally 
    disentangled themselves.

          Yvette smiled.  "I want you to remember me.  Especially when 
    you're licking those other girls . . . and tying them up."  She 
    acted scandalized.  "I still can't believe it."

          "I'm glad you don't," Laura said.  "What I did once with 
    Barbara isn't what I do with everyone."  She didn't mention Karen, 
    with whom she had done far worse things.

          "Would you really . . . do it to me?" Yvette asked, still 
    acting shocked.

          "Only if you asked me," Laura said.  "Why, sound intriguing?"

          She smiled coquettishly.  "I don't know.  Maybe.  Does it 
    hurt?"

          Laura shook her head.  "Only good hurt."

          "Let's not talk about it any more.  I'm already jealous enough 
    of you and your . . . nasty friends."

          "Then I guess you know how I feel about Rhonda."  Even saying 
    it, while watching Yvette's exquiste dark brown body disappearing 
    into her clothes, made Laura's stomach contract in jealousy.

          Yvette pouted.  "I only want you.  Don't be mad."

          "Okay.  But if you ever want to . . . you know, experiment, 
    just let me know."

          Yvette gave her a coy, saucy smile.  "You'd like that, 
    wouldn't you.  First turn me into a lesbian, then into pervert."

          Laura watched her dress.  She was sexually exhausted, but 
    watching Yvette's long, marvelous body only made her realize how 
    right she had been to desire the girl in the first place.

          "You're really stunning, you know," she told her.  "You could 
    have much better than me, or Rhonda, or that creep Arthur."

          Yvette came over to Laura, who was still naked, sprawled 
    across the rumpled sheets of her bed, where they had shared such 
    heated passion only minutes earlier.  Without saying a word, staring 
    Laura hotly in the eyes, she knelt beside the bed, between Laura's 
    thighs.  She was fully clothed now, but she pressed her mouth 
    against Laura's pussy and slipped her tongue way up deep inside, 
    sending Laura up the wall immediately.

          "Unhh!  Oh!" she whimpered, trying to stop trembling as Yvette 
    tongue-fucked her pussy quickly and expertly.

          In two minutes, Laura was coming deliriously, her body 
    twisting and convulsing in hot, wonderful spasms.  When she was 
    finished, slack-mouthed and red-eyed, still glowing with 
    aftershocks, Yvette kissed her mouth, her lips still coated with 
    Laura's own cuntjuices.

          "You're the only one, Laura," she whispered solemnly.  "Don't 
    ever forget it."

          Then she turned and left the room, unfastening the lock and 
    leaving Laura's apartment before Laura could even get up to say 
    goodbye.

