       Laura - Chapter 350
       
       
       
       
       Laura would go into work on Saturday mornings now, even if she did not have to, in hopes of seeing Shamika.  Two Saturday mornings in a row she sat in her office trying to seem busy, or completing tasks that could well wait until Monday.  Shamika did not appear.  On the first Saturday no one at all appeared to water the ficus.  Laura watered it herself, before leaving.  On the second Saturday a young black man named Marcus appeared to water it.  Laura was too embarrassed to ask where Shamika might be.  The appearance of Marcus, though, was enough to cause her a mild depression.  Shamika might never return.
       
       Oh well, she thought.  It wasn’t as if she had no bed partners.  The delicious, if quirky, Gail, of course.  The shockingly gorgeous Frankie, who however was usually either working or exhausted on the weekends.  And she toyed with the thought of insinuating herself into Bonnie’s affections again, whatever Bonnie’s odious new girl friend (what was her name again?  Winifred?  No, Meredith.  The cunt Meredith.) might think or want.  The cunt, she repeated to herself.  Nyomi by now was in Sacramento, but a drive up there was not out of the question.  She knew she could also hook up with either Yvette or Tamara again, if she so chose.  But just the thought of the pretty little teenager Shamika could make her go all dreamy and wet-sexy.  I want to take her clothes off and kiss her all over her body, she thought.  That wonderful tight little body.
       
       Shamika did not reappear at all, and soon other worries overtook Laura.  Her company did eventually offer her Rhonda’s job, though to her mind they had taken their sweet time about it.  And what did that mean?  Was she second, or even third, choice?  Did that signify a reluctance on upper management’s part that might bode ill for her future?  She had a week to accept the offer, and she dithered about it, her stomach in turmoil.
       
       And then, on a Wednesday afternoon, Shamika suddenly appeared in her office, carrying the big green plastic watering can with the long spout like the proboscis of some huge insect.  “Well . . . look who’s here,” Laura smiled brightly at her.  “Hello, stranger.  I mean Shamika.”
       
       Shamika grinned bashfully.  Laura, in fantasizing about her, had forgotten how bashful she seemed to be.  “Hi.”
       
       “Laura.  Remember?”
       
       “Hi, Laura.”  She quickly went about her task, turning her back on Laura.
       
       This was okay, Laura thought, because she loved admiring Shamika’s splendid high jutting bottom, which she could do much more comfortably if Shamika didn’t know she was doing it.   It was indeed a masterpiece, a perfect ‘ghetto booty,’ as Ashley, who also had one, had taught Laura to call it.  High, round, taut, curvy, out-jutting; in every way a mouth-watering ass.  Shamika turned once and saw Laura looking at it, but then turned back to her watering, which in fact only took a few seconds.  A few seconds more and she would be gone again!  Laura almost panicked.
       
       “I missed you on Saturday,” she said, pointedly, maybe too pointedly, since it sounded to her ears very much like a transparent come-on.  Lecherous old white lesbian making suggestive remarks to sweet innocent high school girl who is only trying to pick up a few bucks on a part-time job.  Laura, you creep.
       
       But Shamika did not seem offended and smiled shyly back.  “She had me working at another building, where one of her employees was sick.”
       
       After this she dusted the leaves of the plant with a feather duster while Laura frantically worried over how to keep her there a few more minutes.  A hopeless wish.  In seconds Shamika had finished and was gone, with however a little grin back at Laura as she skittered out the door and on to her next office.  Oh shit! Laura swore to herself.  I couldn’t come up with anything.  Damn it!
       
       She thought all was lost and was still broiling over this mishap a half an hour later when Shamika suddenly stuck her head in the doorway.  “Laura?”
       
       Laura almost threw her neck out of joint in swiveling her head around.  She remembers my name!  “Yes,” she swallowed to keep calm.  “Come on in.  Don’t be shy.”
       
       Shamika stood in the doorway.  “Do you . . . know anything about algebra?”
       
       “Gosh . . . I guess I . . . do.”  She certainly wasn’t going to say no.  She knew about as much about algebra as she did about quantum mechanics or how to compose a symphony.  “It’s . . . been a long time, but I . . . think I still know a little.  Why?”
       
       She noticed for the first time that Shamika had an enchanting sexy little separation between her two upper front teeth, the kind of thing that always made Laura want to christen it with a ravenous kiss.  Shamika grew shy again.  “I need help with my homework.  I was just wondering if . . . you know, like after work . . . a few minutes . . .”
       
       “You brought your school books with you to work?”
       
       “Oh no.  But I live near here.  With my aunt.  You know, the one who gave me this job.  She has a place over by the ballpark.  Off the Embarcadero.  You ever been over there?”
       
       Laura shook her head.  “But I know where it is.  What about your aunt.  Can’t she help you?”  I can’t believe I’m trying to get out of this, she thought.  Algebra!
       
       “She went down to San Jose earlier, to see her boyfriend.  She’s staying over night.  I did about six of these problems, but I’ve still got fifteen to do, and I’m not very good at it.”
       
       That will probably make two of us, sweetie, Laura thought.  But maybe we can find some other way to have a pleasurable evening.  “I would be happy to help you.  If I can.  Did you want to get your books and bring them back here?  Or maybe I could just give you a ride home and we could do it there.”
       
       This, a truly clumsy, inadvertent statement, nearly made her laugh out loud, with embarrassed shock that she had said such a thing.  Was it a Freudian slip?  Never mind, Shamika did not seem to get it or find it funny, and so Laura didn’t bother to rephrase it.  Instead of being shocked, Shamika smiled in her shy, infectious way.  
       
       “That would be good.”
       
       Laura looked at her watch, trying not to seem too eager.  “How about five-thirty?  Can you wait till then?”
       
       Shamika nodded.
       
       “Okay, meet me downstairs in the lobby.”  Laura smiled at her with warm affection, trying not to let the lust pop through.  “See you then?”
       
       Again, Shamika nodded.  Laura turned back to her papers, specifically to keep herself from looking at the girl’s darling butt as Shamika turned and left, still clutching her watering can.  Oh god, keep your hands off this charming little angel, Laura, she told herself.  She needs help with her algebra, not with any initiation into sweet lesbian sex that you may be tempted to devise, you lecher.
       
       Shamika lived with her aunt in one of those upscale townhouses that clustered around the baseball stadium at the southern end of the Embarcadero, a formerly drab and rundown industrial part of town that had been transformed into a lively urban setting of bars, restaurants, stylish shops and expensive gentrified housing.  The building had an underground parking garage, where Laura parked in Shamika’s aunt’s vacant space, since the aunt was in San Jose.  The townhouse itself had a view of the bay and the Bay Bridge, and was decorated in a very ‘House Beautiful’ fashion, with multi-colored throw pillows and severely cut Scandinavian style furniture everywhere, spare and exhilarating.  
       
       “Looks like the plant watering business is pretty lucrative,” Laura remarked, looking around.
       
       “She has six or seven really big contracts,” Shamika said.  “And dozens of smaller ones.  She’s also a ‘woman and minority owned business.’  It helps.”
       
       “I can see that it does,” Laura said, admiringly.  “Mind if I ask why you live here with her instead of with your parents?”
       
       Shamika turned in a flash from warm and friendly to remote and glum.  “My mother . . . was found murdered in McLaren Park about a year ago.”
       
       “Oh god, honey, I’m sorry!” Laura blurted out.  She had not imagined anything like this.
       
       “My father lives in Morgan Hill.  He has two boys who are . . . problem kids?  You know?  Drugs and stuff?  So, he has his hands full with them, and my aunt Beverly said I could live here since she’s got plenty of room.  We get along.  It’s good.”
       
       “I’m so sorry about your mother.”  Laura was still stunned by this news.  She knew such things happened, but it still threw you when they came so close.
       
       She wanted to hug Shamika, and not only for sexual reasons, though it was impossible to exclude them.  But she wanted to comfort her, soothe her, in some way make it up to her for what life had handed her so young.  Shamika, however, seemed less grief struck than resigned and terminally sad.  Of course it had been a year; one did adjust, and give up grief for resignation.  Laura’s father had died, but he had been in his seventies.  She missed him, but it was not like losing him when she was sixteen.
       
       Shamika saw Laura looking at her helplessly, wanting to comfort her, not knowing how to do it.  “She had her problems,” she said, referring to her mother, “but I miss her.”
       
       “I guess you would.”
       
       “She wouldn’t have been any help with this damn algebra, though.”
       
       Laura almost sighed out loud.  Well, you may find that I’m not very much help either, she thought, ruefully.  I’m embarrassed to admit that I only want to fuck you, you delicious thing.  And the whole idea of seducing the darling young creature and spending a few hours in bed naked with her suddenly seemed less appetizing, after this unpleasant news about her mother.  It felt that way, however, only until Shamika returned from her bedroom with the math book and her homework folders.  While in there she had removed her green work shirt and her bra and replaced them with a loose silky light blue shirt that clung without the slightest subtlety to her round, out-thrusting young breasts, clearly showing the outlines of her large, swelling nipples.  
       
       Laura could not take her eyes off them.  Oh god, I think we just turned a corner! she realized.  The business with her mother was shocking and sad, but I think she wants to do what I want to do.  
       
       Shamika saw her looking and grinned, a mixture of her usual shy grin and a new element, a scintillating, sexy little pout.  “I guess we can work in here,” she said, going over to the dining table in the area next to the kitchen and spreading out her book and opening her folders.  “There’s more room here than anywhere else.”
       
       Her firm young breasts swayed, but only a little, under her shirt as she walked, and bent over the table.  They were evidently too firm to sway very much.  She glanced over at Laura, who was nearly paralyzed with desire.  Are you sure your aunt is in San Jose and won’t be coming in unexpectedly? she wanted to ask Shamika but didn’t dare.  Too transparent.  Just wait until I get you in my clutches, you little minx.  I don’t want any interruptions while I’m devouring you.
       
       Trying to get control of this inner lust monster, she walked, a little unsteadily, over to the table.  “Well . . . let’s see what you’ve got here,” she said, swallowing nervously.  Even though Shamika had given some hints she was not  unwelcoming to Laura’s desires, it wouldn’t do just to grab her and start kissing her lecherously and removing her clothes.
       
       Shamika showed her the problems she had already solved.  Laura scrutinized them.  She was relieved to find they were relatively easy, and that she understood them perfectly.  So did Shamika, who had got the answers right.  
       
       “Here’s where I start to fuck up,” Shamika said, pointing to the first problem she had not completed.  Then, realizing what she had said, she blinked and grinned nervously at Laura.  “Sorry.  Didn’t mean to say that.”
       
       “I’ve heard that word before, darling,” Laura smiled.  She had never been this close to Shamika until now.  They were almost touching.  Laura now and then looked down at Shamika’s breasts, trying not to let Shamika see her doing it.
       
       Shamika grinned blatantly at her.  “Sure you’re not interested in something else?”
       
       Laura blushed a little, not a hot blush, but visible.  “Why . . . I . . .”
       
       Shamika glanced downward at her own jutting young breasts.  
       
       “Oh . . . that,” Laura said, very softly, and little hoarsely, still swallowing back her guilt.  “Very . . . attractive.  Hard not to look.”
       
       “Maybe I should take this off so you can really look,” Shamika suddenly turned seductive, toying with the top button of her shirt and giving Laura a shockingly sexy smirk.
       
       Laura, getting a grip on herself, smiled blatantly back.  “I’m waiting,” she said quietly.
       
       Shamika undid the first button.  She had a full lower lip and took it between her teeth, her big eyes still gazing wonderingly into Laura’s.  She was bewitchingly desirable.  Laura wanted to grab her and mash her own mouth into Shamika’s.  But she maintained her grip on herself.
       
       “Have you ever had a black girl?” she almost whispered to Laura as her fingers now toyed with the second button.
       
       “Yes.”
       
       “A young one, like me?”
       
       Laura nodded, her eyes on Shamika’s fingers.  The second button popped free.
       
       “I’ve never had a lesbian experience,” Shamika said softly, looking at Laura obliquely, with a slightly seductive glance.  “Will you make me come about a hundred times?”
       
       “I’ll sure will give it a try,” Laura swallowed.  
       
       Shamika’s fingers were on the third button.  Already Laura could detect the shadowy cleavage between her breasts.  She put the math papers back down on the table.
       
       “Maybe you should do this one,” Shamika murmured, her eyelids now heavy.
       
       “I would love to.”
       
       Shamika’s hand dropped to her side, and she watched as Laura gently unfastened the third button, then the fourth.  Now the silky shirt gaped open, exposing most of her luscious little breasts, so firm and pear-shaped.  One more button and the shirt fell open completely.  Her large, swollen black nipples, studded with big, jutting center nubs, came into view.  Laura brushed them sensually with her thumbs.
       
       “Let me kiss you?” she murmured in an excited, clotted, sexually tense voice to Shamika.
       
       Shamika smiled and nodded.  She offered her mouth, since she was shorter than Laura, by slightly uptilting her head.  Laura, now holding Shamika’s naked breasts gently in both hands, kissed her slowly and lovingly, not forcing her tongue past Shamika’s teeth but just moving her lips against the girl’s, and still rubbing Shamika’s nipples slowly with her thumbs.  Shamika’s tongue met Laura’s first, and she opened her mouth further, as if to invite the invasion they both wanted.
       
       Still, Laura held her breasts gingerly and kissed her tenderly, though now probing Shamika’s open mouth with her tongue, then welcoming Shamika’s tongue into her own mouth.  There was no sound in the room but their breathing.  The kiss went on for a long time, and Laura, for her part, did not want it to stop.  Evidently Shamika did not want it to stop either.  But finally she giggled into Laura’s teeth.
       
       “Nobody’s ever kissed me as long as that,” she breathed, smiling.
       
       Now Laura was squeezing Shamika’s firm naked breasts gently, instead of just holding them.  She immediately mashed her lips down again into the girl’s sensual mouth, stabbing her tongue into it, now kissing her much more urgently, as if to let Shamika know how serious this was.  We’re taking it to the next level, darling.  
       
       “What about the algebra?” she murmured against Shamika’s silky black cheek.
       
       “Fuck the algebra,” Shamika gasped.  “Come into my bedroom.”
       
       Laura followed her, snatching up her handbag as they passed the sofa.  She was pleased to find in Shamika’s bedroom a nice queen-sized bed.  Shamika shut the door behind them, which suddenly sent a squirt of fear through Laura.
       
       “Nobody’s coming home, are they?” she asked, trying to tamp down her mild panic.
       
       Shamika shook her head while removing her loose shirt and entirely exposing her beautiful dark gleaming upper body.  She smiled at Laura’s obvious discomfort.  “Just makes me feel more private,” she explained.
       
       She watched Laura’s eyes devouring her naked breasts.  Laura was also devouring Shamika’s hard, ripply stomach, glossy and ridged.  “Do you work out?”
       
       Again, Shamika shook her head.  “I used to run a little.”
       
       Laura reached out with one forefinger and felt the hard ripples of flesh under Shamika’s firm young breasts with her fingertip.  “So . . . these are just . . . natural?”
       
       “About as natural as they can get.  You like?”
       
       “God, I love them.  Your muscles, I mean.  I want to rub my pussy on them.”
       
       She meant this literally and could see that Shamika was slightly puzzled.  “You can do that?”
       
       “I can do it if you let me.”
       
       “What about these?”  Shamika cupped her luscious young breasts in her palms, as if offering them to Laura.  “You like them?”
       
       “Honey, quit teasing me,” Laura said, quickly beginning to strip off her own clothes.
       
       “Can I take off your bra?”
       
       Now it was Laura’s turn to give her a sexy smirk.  “Why?  You like that?”
       
       Shamika nodded.  “I’ve taken the bras off my friends.  Now and then.  They let me.  I think I’ve had these lesbian feelings off and on for years.  I’ve just never followed through with any of them.”
       
       “Until now?”
       
       “You’re special, Laura.  You’re white.  You’re experienced.  You’re . . . nice.  I like you.  I wanted to do this with you from the start.  I mean, when you looked at me in your office.  I could tell you wanted to fuck me.”
       
       “Ooohhh . . . that word!” Laura played at being scandalized.  She was now nearly naked and turned her back to Shamika so that the girl could unfasten her bra, as requested.  “Why don’t we say I wanted to make love to you?”
       
       Shamika wasn’t biting.  “Because you wanted to fuck me.  There’s a difference.”
       
       “Oh?  And what would that be?”
       
       “Fucking is more exciting.  More dangerous.  Anyway, we aren’t in love.  You’re married.  You’re in love with her.  Aren’t you?”  
       
       Laura thought it the better part of discretion not to answer this.  Shamika carefully unclipped the back of Laura’s bra strap and brushed the spaghetti straps down Laura’s shoulders and arms, letting her hands rise up to clutch Laura’s breasts, as Laura had earlier clutched hers.  As she did this, she moved closer too, so that the firm pear-shaped balls of her own naked breasts pressed into Laura’s back.  Laura could feel the hard nubs of her nipples.
       
       She smiled and turned to embrace her.  Now their naked breasts were pressing and mashing together.  “You make it sound pretty irresistible,” she breathed against Shamika’s silky black cheek.  “Maybe we better get on with it.”
       
       Now Shamika, who seemed by turns bold and sexy, then shy and tentative, turned docile and pliant in Laura’s arms.  “I’m scared.”
       
       “No, you’re not,” Laura kissed her heatedly, her neck, her gleaming smooth shoulders.  “You’re not scared, you’re lovely and sexy, and I want you desperately.  I came to work every Saturday hoping you would be there.  I wanted to do this, to make love to you—”
       
       “—and to fuck me,” Shamika interjected with a soft giggle.
       
       “And to kiss you like this all over your pretty body.”
       
       And she was doing it as she spoke, kissing Shamika everywhere.  Finally she got her mouth on one of Shamika’s lovely firm breasts, cradling it in her palm while her lips enclosed the girl’s big swollen black nipple and sucked it inside her mouth.  Shamika gave a little quiver, and a little moan.
       
       “Ohhhhh!”
       
       Laura gave this marvelous springy-hard breast the treatment, laving Shamika’s nipple sensually with her tongue, lip-pinching it and sucking it harder, until the thick center nub began to stand up hard and erect from the stippled dark wet areola, even playfully tugging it with her teeth before trying to suck it down her throat again, all the while squeezing the firm ball of Shamika’s breast with her fingers, kneading it, sucking it, kneading it, sucking it some more, filling her mouth with springy taut breast flesh..
       
       “Oh!  Mmmm!” Shamika whimpered softly.
       
       Laura wanted to suck her other nipple too but couldn’t bring herself to surrender this one, and after a few minutes she realized she had been sucking it for a very long time.  But Shamika did not seem to mind.  She gasped and whimpered softly throughout, her fingers finding their way inside Laura’s hair to her scalp, which she rubbed frenetically as she pushed her breast into Laura’s face.
       
       Finally, Laura slowly released the girl’s erect wet nipple from her voracious maw.  She glanced up and saw that Shamika was glassy-eyed with rapture.  This was a green light for more, and she needed no further encouragement.  She quickly cradled Shamika’s other breast in her palm and went after it in the same way, sucking it so hard and long that both of them were trembling and mewling excitedly by the time she released it too.
       
       “Let’s get on the bed,” Shamika panted.  
       
       “Yes.”
       
       They speedily stripped off the rest of their clothes and Shamika ripped down the spread and blankets.  They jumped together onto the sheet, embracing eagerly.  Holding the girl’s warm naked body against hers was an ecstasy in itself to Laura.
       
       “Oh god, that feels good!” Shamika murmured, feeling the same thing.  “You feel so good, Laura.”
       
       “Mmmmm, you too, my darling.”
       
       “Nobody ever sucked or kissed me that long.  Your really like to kiss and suck, don’t you.  Do you like my titties?  Do you want to suck them again?  God, it makes me so hot.”
       
       “I could suck them till the end of time,” Laura breathed, running her hands wildly all over the girl’s delicious naked body.  “And I love these.”  She ran her fingertips over the hard ripples of Shamika’s stomach muscles.  “I want to kiss them.”
       
       “I thought you wanted to rub your pussy on them,” Shamika twinkled at her.
       
       “That, too.  But this first.”
       
       She quickly slid down and began sensually kissing Shamika’s hard, rippling abdominal muscles, which were truly amazing.  How you could have these washboard ripples without doing even one sit-up was a marvel to Laura, who ran her lips hungrily over them, but then, unable to stop herself, moved back up to Shamika’s pear-shaped breasts and again mauled them passionately with her mouth.  This time she dropped one hand to the girl’s wet crotch and wiggled her fingers through Shamika’s damp and dewy crotch hairs to the secret treasure, the warm and slippery, soupy wet slit.  She slid two fingers into it, feeling a happy little twitch in Shamika’s already undulating body.
       
       This little twitch was enough to send Laura into overdrive.  She didn’t want to alarm the sweet girl with a furious excess of lust, but it was hard to control the urge to swarm all over Shamika’s delicious young naked body at this point and bring her to a quick, explosive climax.
       
       “Oh . . . god!” Shamika gasped softly, looking down at Laura’s mouth ravaging her wet nipples, churning her pelvis up into Laura’s hand.
       
       She was giving herself completely to Laura, pliant and submissive and whimpering in anticipation of a searing pleasure.  
       
       “Oh god!” she said again, grimacing as Laura sucked her bulging black nipple hard, then slid her lips over to the other one and sucked it hard too.  Meanwhile, her fingers were actually plunging now in and out of Shamika’s warm, flooding pussy.  “Mmmnnneee!”
       
       “Oh honey . . . oh honey . . .” Laura murmured, half-maniacally, as she slid down the girl’s body, eager to get her mouth on this lovely juicy slit she was probing.
       
       There were plenty of ingenious caresses she was eager to release on Shamika, but all of them would have to wait.  She is going to come, Laura thought.  This whole build-up has excited her so much that she’s going to come already.  
       
       “You’re going to come, aren’t you,” she said softly, brushing one of Shamika’s clenching thighs with her lips.
       
       “Oh!  Yes!”
       
       “Go for it, honey.”
       
       “Unhh . . . unhh . . . unhh!”
       
       Laura pressed her lips to the upper portion of Shamika’s inflamed and runny cunt, twisting her fingers inside of it in hopes of find the magic nerve.  By now Shamika was pumping and twisting wildly, her hips churning, her pelvis quivering, and Laura’s love assault was correspondingly vigorous.  She was fucking Shamika’s pussy now rapidly with her fingers and sucking her clit, in fact the whole upper portion of her sweet pussy, sucking it hard and insistently.  You are going to come for me!  You are going to come right now, so hard, so hard!
       
       “Unhh . . . unhh . . . unhh!”
       
       “Yes!  Do it, honey!”
       
       “Unhh!  Oh!  Auungghh!  Oh!”
       
       “Yes!”
       
       Laura felt the little pause, the little jerk, the little inner spike inside Shamika’s body.  Oh god, that’s it!  She pressed the inner flesh of Shamika’s slippery, tight young pussy with her fingertips just in the area that had provoked this little twinge.  And Shamika exploded in wild, jerking spasms and clotted, gurgling cries of pleasure.
       
       “Awwonnnnggg!  Ummnnggiiieee!  Oh!  MMNNGGEEEE!  Oh!  Oh!”
       
       It was this moment that Laura lived for, almost more than for her own climax.  Shamika’s lovely young body was so beautiful as she twisted and flexed in the grip of a fierce, shattering ecstasy that Laura could almost forget for an instant that she was a participant in this cataclysm and instead lapse into an awed trance as she watched the girl ride out the shockwaves of a thrilling physical rapture.  But in the midst of her temptation to merely watch she realized that she was a helper here, and she embraced Shamika’s quivering body as the girl’s bliss slowly dissipated and wound down into rapid panting and squeaking and involuntary shudders.  She held her.  She stroked her.  She even cooed to her.
       
       “Oh honey . . . that was such a good one,” she murmured against Shamika’s smooth black cheek.  
       
       “Oh god . . .” Shamika finally blinked, after a lengthy stretch of panting and mewling, her eyes fluttering open.
       
       Laura could not resist running one hand again over the girl’s marvelous young breasts and hard abs.  
       
       Shamika blinked again, still looking a little stunned by her orgasm.  “I don’t think you have to make me come a hundred times after all,” she croaked in a soft, very soft voice.  “That was like a hundred rolled into one.”
       
       Laura did not even answer her.  She was too overcome by swelling, surging lust herself.  She smiled and swarmed all over the supine girl, kissing her neck and gleaming shoulders again feverishly, scooping up Shamika’s firm breasts in both hands and squeezing them passionately, and eagerly straddling the girl’s midriff, one knee digging into the mattress on each side, mashing her wet crotch into the hard ridges of Shamika’s amazing abs, gasping softly as she rocked forward and back, rubbing her throbbing pussy against the hard muscles, falling forward and grunting softly as her mouth sought Shamika’s and kissed it savagely.
       
       “Fuck me, honey,” she panted, almost maniacally.  “Fuck me . . . yes . . . that’s it . . . push into me . . . yes . . . yes!  Ungghhh!”
       
       Shamika quickly got into the spirit of things, grabbing Laura’s upper body more forcefully than she had yet done, clutching her flesh, arching her own back off the bed to push her hard midriff up into Laura’s slippery, sliding cunt, then bringing her hands forward to cup and squeezed Laura’s small, bobbing breasts, and kissing her back heatedly.
       
       “Are you going to come, Laura?” she asked, as if echoing Laura’s earlier question to her.
       
       “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” Laura gasped wildly, now grinding her wet pussy down into Shamika’s smooth, unyielding muscles.
       
       This was a real athletic event.  She knew she could come this way, and quickly too, but it would take some really rough clenching and pumping.  She planted her palms on either side of Shamika’s shoulders and jammed her groin down into the girl’s hard stomach, throwing her head back and even yelping uncontrollably when Shamika forcibly pulled her body down and sucked one of Laura’s nipples nearly into her throat, pumping back fiercely at the same time with her arched back and rising stomach.
       
       “Aoowwwnnngg!” Laura howled excitedly.  “Ungghh!  Oh!  Oh . . . shit!  Yes!  Mmmnngg!  Yes!”
       
       Shamika let Laura’s breast out of her mouth and chased Laura’s other breast with her lips, which was a little hard to do since Laura was jouncing and surging and pumping wildly on top of her body.  But she used one hand too, and fed Laura’s nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, as Laura had done to her, as Laura nearly always did.  And this happened just as the hot spark seemed to ignite itself deep inside Laura’s womb and roiling, seething pressure began to well up and then explode inside Laura’s cunt and she came in starbursts that wrenched her body and summoned loud, aching moans from deep in her chest.
       
       “Awwwoooonnnnnngggg!  Ohhhhnnnmmgg!  Oh!  Yes!  Auoowwnnngg!” she moaned, feeling her pussy throb with sweet explosions as she slumped forward, panting uncontrollably, onto poor Shamika, who stroked her back and held her while the spasms slowly waned.
       
       No speaking.  No laughing.  No murmuring, no cooing or whispering.  Just silence.  They could hear each other breathing.  Laura was stunned by her quick orgasm, and Shamika was stunned by having been the person who had apparently brought it about.  
       
       “I didn’t really think you could do that,” she finally said, minutes later, in an awed tone of voice.  “I mean, I thought you were joking.”
       
       Laura groggily propped herself up on both hands, feeling the small sadness that always occurred when she peeled her naked body away from that of her bed partner.  “You, my darling, are a miracle.”
       
       Shamika grinned.  “I didn’t do anything but lay there.”
       
       Laura rolled to the side.  “I think I got your tummy all wet,” she grinned, running her fingertip over the shiny wet ripples of Shamika’s truly incredible abs.  
       
       “I know, and it’s cold now.  I need a towel.”
       
       Shamika hopped off the bed to fetch one, opening the bedroom door and running down the hall to the linen closet, then back again with two or three towels.  Laura was mesmerized by the thrill of watching her beautiful young naked body, her firm dark breasts bouncing, her sculpted ass cheeks jiggling, her calves clenching as she ran.  Shamika carefully shut the door behind her again, giving Laura a chance to admire her lovely black bottom even more, a bubble beauty to rival the best she had ever known.  
       
       “You have a beautiful ass,” she said as Shamika returned to the bed with the towels, her lovely young breasts swaying temptingly, her bulging black nipples gleaming.
       
       “Thank you,” Shamika replied demurely.  “You gon’ make me blush.”
       
       This was the first touch of ebonics Laura had ever heard from her, and it was somehow intimate and enchanting.  They mopped up a little, and then Laura took Shamika in her arms again, lying side by side, kissing her with extraordinary romanticism.  This girl, though exuberant and hungry for sex, was still a very sweet and romantic darling, deep down.  “I like kissing with you,” she whispered to Laura.
       
       “I can tell,” Laura whispered back.  
       
       “And I like pushing my naked boobs against yours.  It turns me on.”
       
       “Mmmm, everything about you turns me on,” Laura replied, sucking her neck.  She was careful not to leave a hickey, though Shamika’s neck was so black it would probably be hard to leave one.  Still, Laura didn’t want to get her into trouble with auntie.  “If you’re not careful, I’m going to eat you alive.  Grrrrrrr!” she snarled playfully, squeezing Shamika’s very firm young breasts again in both hands.
       
       “I wouldn’t mind a bit,” Shamika breathed into her ear.  “I like being fucked by you, too.”
       
       That did it for Laura.  She was getting so hot she knew she had to have more.  But first she needed to visit the bathroom.
       
       “Second door to the left,” Shamika directed her, watching Laura’s naked body as she went to the door, the same way Laura had been watching hers earlier, which gave Laura an added charge.  Who doesn’t want her body to be admired and wanted? she smiled.
       
       In the bathroom, she did her business, then looked at herself in the mirror and gave herself a little lecture on how wrong it was to have sex with underage girls, even if they wanted it.  And you definitely wanted it.  You should be ashamed, she told herself, feeling, however, still hot and lusty.
       
       When she returned, Shamika was sitting lotus-style in the center of the bed with a mischievous smirk on her face, stroking with one forefinger the strap-on dildo she had removed from Laura’s handbag.  “Look what I found,” she said.
       
       Laura made a disapproving moue.  “Tsk tsk.  Going through people’s private things.”
       
       “I’m sorry.”  Shamika looked briefly contrite.  Then she broke into a grin.  “Not really.”  She held up the dildo, staring Laura straight in the eye.  “Are you going to show me how this works?”
       
       “Something tells me it’s not much of a mystery.”
       
       Shamika held it and the harness out to Laura.  “I want you to show me.”
       
       Laura felt a warm wondrous love wash over her, unexpectedly.  God, I want to fuck her but I also want just to engulf her with sweet, throbbing love.  I fall in love too easily, she could hear echoing down the deep reverberant nostalgia corridors of her mind.  I  fall in love too fast . . .
       
       Laura took the proffered gift.  Shamika watched her intently as she slipped into the straps and fastened them tight.  “I’ve had two boyfriends,” she said.  “Neither of them had a dick that big.”
       
       “Does that mean you’d rather not?” Laura asked.
       
       “Oh no,” Shamika beamed excitedly.  “If you’re doing it, I don’t care how big it is.”
        
        I fall in love too terribly hard, for love to ever last . . .
       
       Before commencing with the hard rutting, Laura embraced her and drug her down to the sheet once again, pushing their breasts together, as Shamika had said she liked earlier.  “Kiss me and kiss me and tell me again how you wanted me to get you in bed like this,” Laura murmured against her sensual mouth, before stabbing her tongue deep into it.
       
       “Oh god, I did from the very first moment,” Shamika confessed.  “Isn’t it terrible that I really didn’t realize it until now?  I mean, I never fucked with a girl.  Any girl.  I didn’t know I wanted to.  Even though I did take off my girlfriends’ bras now and then.  I mean, only when they were already going to do it.  I just asked if I could.  They didn’t mind, but they must’ve been a little suspicious.  But really, I never felt that way until today when I left your office.  Not the first times.  But when I came back and asked you about the algebra.  What I really wanted was this.”
       
       Laura adopted a stern face for a brief moment.  “Nevertheless,” she said, “we do have to get back to the algebra after a while.  After we . . . do this.”
       
       “I know.”  Shamika looked resigned.  But then she perked back up.  “So.  Let’s do this, then.  I can’t wait.  I’m still horny, even after that hard cum I had.  I think you make me horny.  I’ve never been this horny.”
       
       Laura hugged her and kissed her lovingly, for a long time, running her hands all over Shamika’s delicious smooth body, pinching and slapping her wonderful hard high bubble booty, making secret plans for the infinite ways in which she would devour it on future love-ins like this one.  Shamika liked this love play and so they kept at it for a long time, twisting and rubbing and kissing and giggling and writhing together, but without yet any urgency to be heatedly fucking and bringing on the big finish.  They knew they would get there, but it was too much fun doing this to rush too fast to the next stage.
       
       But after a while the inevitable had to happen.  Shamika wanted to be fucked by Laura, and the more they squirmed and tussled and stroked and pinched and played, the more she wanted it; and the more Laura wanted it too.  “I hope you can do me hard,” Shamika panted against her shoulder.  “I like it when a guy does me hard.”
       
       “Mmmmmm,” Laura panted back, releasing from her mouth the firm young breast she had been trying to swallow, “I can do you as hard as you like.”
       
       “Oh . . . good!  I . . . think I’m ready.”
       
       And she was ready.  Just a brief check of her sweet blossoming pussy with her fingertips told Laura that Shamika’s love channel was if anything more gooey and slippery than it had been the first time.  Horny, indeed.  The girl was a running river of sex.
       
       “Okay, honey, let’s give her a try,” Laura murmured to her, gently easing Shamika onto her back and sliding between her yawning silky black thighs.  
       
       Shamika gazed up into her eyes as if locked in some hypnotic sexual trance as Laura slowly nudged the bulbous head of the dildo against her shiny, swollen, black pussy lips.  She bit her lower lip, and her wide dark brown eyes flared slightly as the head of the shaft slipped inside.  Laura slowly pushed it in all the way.
       
       “Ahhhnnnnnnn . . .” Shamika sighed softly as it entered her.  Her hands flittered up to Laura’s arms, her fingers stroking Laura’s flesh.  “It feels . . . good,” she gasped, almost inaudibly.
       
       “Oh honey . . . oh honey . . .” Laura murmured, leaning down and kissing her, a searching, passionate kiss.
       
       Even though Shamika apparently wanted to be fucked ‘hard,’ as she put it, Laura was inclined to fuck her slowly, tenderly, romantically.  Maybe we can make both of us happy, she thought as she stabbed her tongue deep into Shamika’s mouth and slowly slid the shaft in and out of her tight, well-lubricated pussy.  She sucked Shamika’s full lips sensually, mashing her own breasts into Shamika’s and wriggling her body so that they could feel every inch of their flesh touching as she gently probed the girl’s sweet, clinging pussy, sliding the long stalk in and out with slow, deliberate strokes.
       
       Shamika said nothing but mewled softly as the tempo remained steady but the arousal increased.  Laura kept it up as long as she could, kissing her, cooing to her, mashing her breasts into hers, pushing the dildo in deep, running her hands up and down Shamika’s wonderfully taut young body.  
       
       “I love your body,” she panted into Shamika’s lovely ear, following the words with her tongue.  “I love fucking you and your beautiful body,” she breathed.
       
       “Ohhhh!” Shamika gasped, her eyes rolling up as Laura kissed her.
       
       This was the romantic part, the part Laura had wanted, and she made it last for several long minutes, stroking her and kissing her and fucking her tenderly.  But she knew that the first part had to merge slowly into the second part, the ‘hard’ part, the part Shamika wanted.  In an almost imperceptible crescendo, their bodies were already churning and thrusting more rapidly, more urgently, and their breathing had quickened.  
       
       They were gradually shifting into high gear, and Shamika was becoming more agitated by the second, twisting and writhing under Laura, pumping back, bucking with her hips, gasping and wincing as the dildo penetrated deeper into her body with each more and more vigorous thrust.  
       
       “Oh yes!  Ungghh!  Oh yes!” she gasped, biting her full lower lip again and undulating wildly under Laura’s fierce, plunging forward thrusts.
       
       Okay, honey, we’re going for it now! Laura thought, gripping the darling girl’s bare gleaming shoulders hard with both hands and ramming her deeply with the dildo.  At this point she knew she had to hold onto the base of it to make sure it didn’t slip out, and she quickly thrust one hand down to her groin to stabilize the hard shaft.  Now she could renew the force of her upward lunges, and she began to hammer the poor thing mercilessly hard, summoning a constant stream of wailing, whimpering, and squealing from Shamika as she got plunged into the maelstrom of hard fucking she had craved.
       
       “Aiinee!  Yiieee!  Ohhmnngg!  Oh shit!  Yes!  Harder!  Ungghh!  Hard . . . er!” she gulped and gasped incoherently as Laura drilled her.
       
       As sometimes happened when she was doing this, Laura managed to let her ravening lust run away with her, and a while later—she didn’t know how long—she realized that she was really spearing and skewering and stabbing poor Shamika in a frothing, half-maniacal frenzy.  Each stabbing thrust rocked Shamika’s ass up off the bed, and summoned from her a piercing shriek of pleasure mixed with pain.
       
       “Yiieeee!  Mmmnng . . . yyaaiiiee!  Yaiieee!  Ummnnngg!  Oh . . . oh . . . Laura!”
       
       Nobody can come this way, Laura realized.  I’m killing her.  I have to dial it back a little.  And she did, she stopped hammering Shamika, but evidently just at the wrong moment, because Shamika was going to come after all.  She clasped Laura almost in desperation.
       
       “Don’t stop!  Don’t stop!  Unnnn!  Unhhhh!”
       
       In mid-plunge, Laura revised her opinion, realizing that she herself had climaxed this way on many occasions when in the grip of a heated frenzy-fuck, and it should not be shocking that Shamika was about to erupt too.  She thereupon renewed her vicious thrusting, clutching the writhing girl’s amazingly erotic naked body to her as she felt the inner quaking of Shamika’s arriving orgasm begin.
       
       By this time Shamika, though her body was soon wrenched and buckled by the fierce spasms of her climax, was just about drained of breath and too shattered by crushing jolts of ecstasy to cry out.  Instead, she lapsed into a low, guttural, turgid moaning, punctuated by short yelps of scalding pleasure as the sharper spasms pierced her.
       
       “Mmmnnngggguuunnnngg!  Oh!  Aiinggh!  Mnnggguummnngg!  Aiiyyeee!”
       
       Laura had stopped thrusting and left the dildo buried deep in Shamika’s throbbing pussy as the young darling quivered through every last twinge of a long and deep orgasm, until finally her muscles relaxed, and she collapsed back into the sheet, with Laura still clinging to her lovely, softly shuddering flesh.  They lay that way, in trance-like calm, for several minutes, with Laura still on top, though propping herself up slightly by the elbows so that she didn’t press down too hard on Shamika, though she knew she was not very heavy.  When she finally tried to get off, Shamika’s arms encircled her.  She said nothing but held Laura’s body in place.
       
       Finally, her eyes blinked open, still glassy and pulsing with the aftermath of a killer climax.  “It’s not fair,” she murmured in a hoarse semi-whisper.
       
       Laura cocked her head.  “What’s not fair.”
       
       Shamika pouted.  “That we have to go back and do the algebra.  I just want to do this.”
       
       “Me too,” Laura agreed.  “I’m not even sure I can do the algebra anyway.”
       
       Shamika beamed.  “You just said you could so you could get me into bed?”
       
       “That’s about the size of it,” Laura admitted ruefully.  “I’m a monster.  I’m a child molester.”
       
       “Mmmmmm,” Shamika squirmed under her.  “I want you to molest me some more.”
       
       “You, my dear,” she kissed Shamika on her shiny forehead, “are the reason the jails are full.  Tell you what.”  She started to lift her body up and pull the long dildo out of Shamika’s clinging, very tight pussy.
       
       Shamika grabbed her shoulders and held her in place.  “Don’t!  Don’t take it out!  Not yet!  I love the feel of it.”
       
       Laura relented.  She embraced her again and kissed her lovingly.  “We’ll go in the other room and do five algebra problems.  Work.  Then, our reward.  We come back here and do this some more.”
       
       Shamika still pouted, and was amazingly seductive.  Laura was about ready to abandon her plan.  She realized she could fuck this darling girl all night, if she wanted to and could summon up the energy.  “Promise?” Shamika asked.
       
       “I promise.  But you have to put something on to hide that delicious body from me, or all bets are off.”
       
       Finally Shamika allowed her to withdraw the wet dildo and pull away.  Shamika bounced off the bed, her marvelous young breasts bouncing and bobbing too.  She took a rayon housecoat off a hangar from the closet.  “How about this?”
       
       “You don’t have anything a little less clingy?”
       
       With a straight face, Shamika shook her head.
       
       “Then it’ll have to do.”  
       
       “Maybe we should do the reward, then do the algebra,” Shamika said, provocatively thrusting out her beautiful young breasts to Laura, who she knew could not resist them.
       
       And it took all Laura’s self-restraint to hold steady as she shielded her eyes playfully from the beguiling vision of Shamika’s wonderful naked black body, took her by one hand, and pulled her back down the hall to the living room, where they had earlier abandoned the algebra homework.  It was only when they got there that she realized she herself was still naked, though Shamika had quickly slipped into the housecoat; though it was still gaping open to reveal her delectable breasts.  Shamika pointed at her, laughing.
       
       “You’re still naked!”
       
       “Have you got two of those?” Laura asked, pointing at her housecoat.
       
       Shamika shook her head.  “You’ll have to wear one of Auntie’s.”
       
       Now that will be uncomfortable, Laura reflected.  I just fucked your niece twice, but I hope you won’t mind if I wear your housecoat while I help her with her homework.  Before we go back in her bedroom and fuck our brains out again.  And by the way, thanks for being in San Jose and giving me this chance.  Your little niece is a pistol in the sack.
       
       But both of them had calmed down a little by the time Shamika returned with her aunt’s pink chenille bathrobe for Laura, who tried not to feel uncomfortable wearing it.  They buckled down and completed six algebra problems instead of only five before Shamika looked at Laura again seductively, running her tongue over her sensual lips.  
       
       “I’m think I’m ready for another type of lesson,” she murmured, putting her shapely black hand over Laura’s.  “Look at our skins together.  See that?  Isn’t that beautiful?”
       
       “Race you to the bedroom,” Laura smiled.
       
       Shamika was quick and darted ahead of her, giving Laura a special thrill by shedding the housecoat just before she popped back into her bedroom, with Laura hot on her trail, and dove onto the bed.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2011.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



