part: Chapter 1
author: Miranda Mars
title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance





        Laura Robbins was leaving work one evening in a howling 
    rainstorm when she nearly stumbled over the new secretary, Karen 
    Washington, on the wet sidewalk in front of the highrise building 
    where they both worked.  The spike heel of Karen's shoe had caught 
    in the sidewalk grate, twisting her ankle and spilling her to the 
    ground.  She was moaning with pain, soaked, and shivering with cold. 

          Laura bent down.  She barely knew Karen, who had only been with 
    the company a few days.  

          "Can I help?" she asked.

          "God, I really sprained it, I think," Karen whimpered, her dark 
    eyes flickering with pain.

          Karen was black and gorgeous.  Even Laura, who was gorgeous 
    herself, had noticed it.  I guess you always notice the competition, 
    she had thought a few days earlier when she had caught herself 
    looking extra hard at Karen's incredible body as the black girl had 
    walked down the corridor in front of her.

          Karen's face was exquisitely beautiful.  She had high model's 
    cheekbones and full, sensual lips; sparkling, intelligent brown eyes, 
    a high forehead, and a swan-like neck.  Her breasts were high and 
    hard, her waist tiny, her ass a miracle of round sculpted flesh, and 
    her legs long, shapely, and glossy black.  Laura had thought that men 
    must feel a throbbing between their thighs when they looked at her.

          And she herself had looked extra-long, then turned away, half-
    embarrassed, hoping no one had see her.

          But now Karen was helpless, and moaning with pain.  Both of 
    them grew wetter by the moment as long as they stayed there on the 
    sidewalk.

          "Maybe if I can get a cab, we can go somewhere and try to let 
    it get better," Laura said.  "I mean, I don't have anything planned 
    for tonight.  I've got it, why don't you come over to my place and 
    you can just sit there and I'll make some dinner."

          Karen smiled through her pain.  "You'd really do that?"

          "Of course.  I insist.  What else are you going to do, just sit 
    here and drown?"

          Karen managed another pained smile.  Laura flagged down a cab.  
    They were usually hard to find when it rained, but being a stunning 
    honey-blonde didn't hurt.  She took off her coat so that her figure 
    would be more visible, then yelled and waved.  Two cabs stopped.  
    She helped Karen into one, then climbed in herself. 

          Now, of course, they were both soaked.  Fortunately, it took 
    just ten minutes to get to Laura's apartment house.  In another two 
    minutes they were inside, and she was turning on the heater.

          "God, we're two drowned rats," she laughed, helping Karen to a 
    chair near the heater.

          "Speak for yourself, girl," Karen said.  "I may be wet, but 
    I'm no rat." 

          "We're both going to catch pneumonia, though, if we don't 
    change into something dry," Laura said.  "I'll get you a robe or 
    something.  Just get out of those wet clothes."

          She went into her bedroom and searched through her closet.  She 
    took her best bathrobe and returned to the livingroom with it, just 
    in time to see Karen pull her wet blouse over her head.  The contrast 
    of her stark white bra and her velvety, gleaming black skin made 
    Laura's throat catch.  Oh gosh, what am I doing? she asked herself, 
    shaking it off.  I've seen girls' bodies before.

          But she tried very hard not to look at the way Karen's breasts 
    filled the cups of her bra, or at the shadowy cleavage between them.  
    She took the robe to the girl, then turned away quickly since Karen 
    was unzipping her wet skirt.  God, I just don't want to see her legs, 
    she thought.  Too beautiful.  Why am I feeling this way?  Nervous.  
    Wanting to look at her.  At her body.  Why?

          "I'll just . . . change," she murmured nervously.  "Then we'll 
    see if we can do anything about that foot."

          "Okay."

          "Hurt?"  She glanced furtively at Karen, who was down to her 
    underwear and had not put on the bathrobe yet.

          "Not as bad as it did," Karen said.  "I guess it's not broken."

          Laura tried not to stare.  But she could feel her blood 
    pounding, and her cunt pulsing excitedly, a situation that alarmed 
    and thrilled her.  She could barely tear her eyes from Karen's 
    luscious near-naked body.  Oh god, she thought.  What am I doing?

          In the bedroom she shed her own wet clothes and put on her old 
    bathrobe.  Then she went into the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of 
    wine and two glasses.  She poured wine for each of them.

          "This will make it feel even better," she winked, handing Karen 
    a glass.

          They drank and began to warm up.  Laura tried not to think 
    about them both sitting there almost naked, drinking together.  She 
    had never felt anything like this before, never even imagined it.  
    She was not a lesbian, and she had never wanted another girl, had 
    never even felt any curiosity about another girl.  Until now.  

          But now . . . she kept wanting to look down at Karen's bare 
    legs when the skirts of Karen's robe fell open.  She couldn't stop 
    staring at the girl's velvety black throat, or her jutting breasts 
    under the fabric of the bathrobe.  What am I doing! she screamed 
    silently to herself.  I'm not like this!

          "Do you think we ought to put ice on it?" she asked Karen.

          "I don't know.  The swelling's gone down a little, I think."

          "Can you walk on it?"

          "I don't know."

          Karen stood up, but she was a little tipsy from the wine.  Her 
    ankle buckled and she almost fell to the floor.  Quickly Laura jumped 
    up and caught her.  It was a strong but awkward embrace.  Their 
    cheeks grazed, and their faces were very close.  Laura could feel 
    Karen's warm breath on her neck.  Her blood raced.

          "Oh!" Karen gasped, sagging in Laura's embrace.

          "Here . . . god, you're going to fall," Laura said, trying not 
    to notice the resilient springiness of Karen's flesh under her 
    fingers.

          Karen's incredible smooth neck was just an inch from her lips.  
    It was the hardest thing she had ever done not to kiss it.  Gently, 
    she help the girl back into her seat.

          "I guess that was the wrong thing to try," she said.

          "I guess so," Karen grinned.  "It's still pretty weak."

          Laura could feel her face burning with shame and sexual 
    excitement.  She made an excuse and went into the bathroom, shutting 
    the door.  In the mirror, she tried to look herself in the eye 
    squarely.  I wanted to kiss her! she realized.  God!  What's 
    happening!  Kiss her!  I've never felt like that!  What if she sensed 
    it, or something?

          Oh, it's just so crazy.  I have to get control of myself.  I 
    have to stop this.  But every time I get close to her, I feel this . 
    . . this heat, this excitement, this . . . desire for her.  I don't 
    believe it, but it's true.  I want to . . . touch her.

          Laura splashed cold water on her face, to calm herself and to 
    make the redness go away.  Then she took a few deep breaths, 
    resolving to act normally (not like a secret lesbian, for god's 
    sake!), and returned to the livingroom. 

          This time Karen was sitting back in the chair with her long, 
    shapely black leg propped up on the ottoman.  Her sleek, smooth calf 
    was well-muscled and tapered, her thigh glossy and hard.  Laura could 
    feel a twinge of lust deep in her pussy, which she tried to ignore.  
    Don't! she told herself.  Stop it!

          Even worse, the bathrobe she had loaned Karen was gaping open, 
    showing the top fringes of the girl's white bra cups, and the bulging 
    tops of her breasts.  Laura's pulse quickened, and she had to look 
    away.  Every minute seemed to make things worse.  What could she do 
    to stop it?  She couldn't just kick Karen out.

          "More wine?" she asked, pouring them both another glass, 
    thinking it might allay her nervousness.

          They talked for a while about work, and men.  It was a relief 
    to Laura that they were both attractive and could compare notes.  At 
    least she'll know I'm not a lesbo, she thought.  In case she caught 
    me staring at her.

          But the wine loosened them up even further.  

          "Maybe you should soak that ankle," Laura suggested.  "Or 
    better yet, I could rub it.  Massage it.  Maybe that would get it 
    back in working order."

          "Sounds like a good idea to me," Karen smiled, warmly, a trifle 
    ambiguously.

          Laura knelt down by the ottoman.  She took Karen's perfect 
    ankle in both hands and began rubbing it gently.  But within seconds 
    she was so aroused that her hands began to shake.  She was rubbing 
    part of the girl's delicious body, and there was no way she could 
    hide it from herself.  Her heart thundered.

          She rubbed Karen's firm, sleek calf too, even though it wasn't 
    her ankle.

          "Ummmm, that feels good," Karen purred, confusing Laura 
    further.  

          Did she like it?  Didn't she know that Karen's fingers were 
    straying from the wounded ankle?  Her hands rose toward Karen's knee, 
    then dipped back again to her ankle.  Then she gradually moved them 
    up again, rubbing Karen's calf, then her knee, then her hard, glossy 
    thigh.  She glanced up briefly at the girl's face and saw that 
    Karen's eyes were closed and a blissful smile curved her sensual 
    lips.

          But she was too frightened and ashamed to do anything else.  
    She dropped her hands again to the girl's perfect ankle.  When she 
    next glanced up, she caught Karen looking at her.  She hadn't realized 
    it, but her movements had loosened the lapels of her own robe, which 
    was gaping open, showing her bra too.  Karen's eyes were focused 
    there, but she quickly looked up at Laura, seeming as embarrassed as 
    Laura herself had been earlier.

          "You know . . ." Laura said hesitantly, "if it turns out that 
    you can't walk on this, I guess you could stay the night here.  That 
    is, if you want to."

          "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose, Laura.  You've been so good to 
    me already."

          Now Karen's eyes were murky and questioning, different than 
    before.  Laura felt that something was passing between them that 
    neither one wanted to acknowledge.  She looked down.

          "You have such beautiful legs," she whispered.  "I'll bet men 
    just . . . want to rape you when they see these."

          God, what are you saying! she thought.  It had come out of her 
    mouth before she could stop it.  Karen just smiled.  She shifted her 
    body in the chair and the skirts of her bathrobe fell open all the 
    way up to her hips, exposing her naked legs completely.

          "Do you really think so?" she asked, almost coyly, enjoying the 
    titillation she was giving Laura.

          Laura swallowed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak any 
    more.  She had already botched things enough.

          "Maybe if you soaked it, that might help," she said, standing 
    up.  "Why don't you take a hot bath, soak it a little?"

          "Gee, that sounds like a great idea."

          "Great, I'll run the water for you, then come back and help you 
    in there."

          Laura went to the bathroom and ran a tub full of water.  She 
    tried not to focus too much on what was happening.  After all, Karen 
    would be naked, in the bath.  The prospects made her dizzy.  She knew 
    now what she was feeling.  There was no way she could deny it.

          And when she returned to the livingroom, she suddenly felt weak 
    in the knees.  Karen had shed the robe and wore nothing but her 
    bikini panties and her filmy white bra.  Her stunning, dark, near-
    naked body was completely visible, and Laura's hot blood began 
    pounding in wild, urgent frenzy.

    
