Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 118
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 118



          The worst of all possible things happened to Laura.  The same 
    night after her afternoon with Karen, as she was nursing her bruises 
    and ravished pussy and burning nipples, Trina phoned her.

          "Hi, Laura," Trina said brightly, a tone of voice Laura hadn't 
    heard from her in weeks.  "It's me.  Trina.  I been missing you.  
    Had to talk to you, hope you don't mind."

          Oh god! Laura thought, feeling her heart flutter.  What's 
    happening here?

          "Of course I don't mind," she said.  "How could I mind?"

          "Well . . . we had that little whatyoumacallit you know little 
    disagreement and all."

          "You said you didn't want to see me again," Laura said softly.

          "I know."  Trina seemed to be swallowing something.  "I . . . 
    really miss seeing you, Laura."

          "Oh Trina," Laura said, unable to help herself.  

          Tears came to her eyes.  Trina, I've been fucking like a crazy 
    woman, trying to forget you.  You think those scratches were bad?  
    I've got bruises and welts and hickies all over my body now.

          "Can I see you?" Trina asked.  "You know Shawna, she be asking 
    about you all the time too.  'Ain't we ever gonna see Auntie Laura 
    again?'  Think she misses you too."

          "Oh Trina.  What about . . . you know, the things that 
    bothered you.  You know . . ."

          Trina was slow responding.  "I . . . can't stop thinking about 
    you, Laura.  No matter what."

          "I can't stop thinking of you either."

          "Why don't you come over tonight?  Now."

          "I can't."  Laura had to think fast.  "I have strep throat."

          "Really?"

          Trina sounded suspicious.

          "Yes, really.  I'm on penicillin and everything.  I wouldn't 
    want you both to catch it.  Especially Shawna."

          "Oh," Trina said, disappointed.  "I can't help it, I got this 
    itch for you, Laura."

          Laura giggled.  "I'm so glad.  I've sure got one for you."

          "How long you gonna be sick?"

          Laura looked at the ugly purplish bruises on her breasts, 
    where Karen's fingers had dug in.  "About a week, I guess.  But we 
    could still talk every day.  Like this.  I'd like that."

          "Talking is okay, I guess.  Ain't enough, though."

          "I know."  All I can think of is your beautiful body and your 
    sweet nature, Laura thought.

          They did talk for about thirty more minutes, and Laura almost 
    throbbed with joy, feeling her whole body and mind come alive with 
    happiness as she realized that Trina, though she might not have 
    forgiven her, could not stand life without her.  Trina's 
    conversation was very intimate.

          "You know," she whispered into the phone, "last night I was 
    laying up in my bed, and I came.  I was thinking of you.  And I said 
    to myself, girl, you better call her and tell her to get over here.  
    What's past is past."

          "Were you touching yourself?" Laura whispered back, teasing 
    her.

          "Only a little."

          "Must've been enough."

          "It sure was.  Gangbusters.  I almost woke the neighbors."

          "Trina, I wish I could hug you right now," Laura said, meaning 
    it.

          "I wish you could too.  I'm . . . sorry about you know all 
    that stuff I said."

          Maybe you are, maybe you aren't, Laura thought.  But you want 
    me.  I sure want you.

          "What's past is past," Laura quoted her.

          "Yeah.  Look . . . I'll call you tomorrow night."

          "Okay.  Sweet dreams.  Think of me again, and have another 
    gangbusters."

          The following night she had only hung up the phone with Trina 
    when the downstairs bell rang.  It was Sholandra.  Oh god, Laura 
    thought, looking down her shirt at her breasts, where the bruises 
    were fading but still yellowish and ugly.  She knew she also had a 
    couple of red welts on her thighs.  

          "You haven't even been home for about two weeks," Sholandra 
    shouted into the intercom.  "Do you still even want to see me!"

          "Yes . . . yes," Laura said, buzzing the door open.

          Sholandra was in a real snit, and she also looked stunning in 
    a tailored, pinstriped charcoal business suit with a very short 
    skirt.  She wore heels, which accentuated the beauty of her smashing 
    legs.  Laura was shocked by the girl's beauty.  God, at least I know 
    why I fell for you, she thought, feeling her whole body come alive 
    with sexual desire as she looked into Sholandra's flashing dark 
    eyes.

          "You certainly look like shit," Sholandra said.

          "Thanks for being so understanding.  I haven't been feeling 
    well."

          "Mmmm, nothing I could catch, is it?" Sholandra suddenly 
    warmed, coming over to Laura and embracing her.

          She kissed Laura aggressively, something she rarely did, 
    having been initially seduced by Laura, and liking to be seduced all 
    over again each time.  But not this time.  Her tongue slithered into 
    Laura's mouth.

          "I'm dying to have you fuck me," she breathed.

          Laura's lips went up and down Sholandra's smooth, dark neck, 
    then to her throat.  She began unbuttoning the suit jacket.

          "Since when have you begun to dress like an executive?" she 
    asked.  "Like . . . Rhonda."

          "You like it," Sholandra scoffed.  

          "I like to take it off," Laura replied, removing the jacket 
    and tossing it onto the sofa.

          "Why have you been avoiding me?" Sholandra asked, suddenly 
    coy.

          Laura had already unbuttoned the first three buttons of 
    Sholandra's mauve silk blouse.  She ran one long finger down into 
    the girl's cleavage, sliding it from side to side and feeling 
    Sholandra's delectable breasts inside her bra.

          "I told you, I wasn't feeling well," Laura persisted.

          "Liar."

          Laura removed the rest of Sholandra's blouse.  Now her upper 
    body was naked except for her champagne lace bra.  Laura caressed 
    her beautiful gleaming black shoulders. 

          "Don't you want me?" she whispered.

          "More than anything," Sholandra whispered back.  "I want to 
    feel my wet wet pussy sliding slippery against yours until we both 
    come."

          Laura undid the buttons on her own shirt, and Sholandra help 
    her take it off.  They kissed again, in their bras, and Laura took 
    Sholandra's hand, leading her to the bedroom.

          "Who've you been fucking since you haven't been seeing me?" 
    Sholandra asked, again in her most disarming, coy manner.

          Laura drew her into the bedroom and shut the door.  Now she 
    kissed her aggressively, removing Sholandra's bra while she kissed 
    her.  

          "Too many questions, don't you think?" she murmured into 
    Sholandra's lips as she filled her hands with the girl's small, 
    delicious naked breasts.

          Sholandra looked deep into Laura's eyes, her own eyes filled 
    with love, swirling with passion, hungry for answers.  "No, I don't 
    think so," she whispered.  "I care for you."

          But Laura's mouth was on her naked shoulder now, her 
    beautifully-sculptured clavicle, her smooth upper chest.  She 
    cradled one of Sholandra's exquisite small breasts in her palm and 
    raised it slightly to her lips, sucking the very large, soft, black 
    nipple all the way into her mouth.

          "Ohhhh!" Sholandra gasped, involuntarily.

          Both to forestall any more questions and from her own sharp 
    desire for the girl, Laura unloaded all her passion on Sholandra, 
    sucking her nipples hungrily, pushing her back onto the bed.  She 
    hurriedly removed Sholandra's short skirt, running her hands 
    excitedly all over the girl's shapely legs, then up into her crotch, 
    feeling the wetness in her panties.

          "You're wet, honey," Laura murmured to her, sucking one of her 
    big wet shiny nipples passionately, making Sholandra writhe and 
    whimper.

          "I'm always wet for you, Laura," Sholandra panted.

          She squirmed excitedly as Laura pulled her panties off, then 
    quickly shed her own bra and wriggled out of her jeans and panties.  
    Their warm smooth naked bodies coiled together, exciting both of 
    them wildly.  They kissed hungrily.

          "God, I love you, Laura, I need to have you fuck me, I miss 
    you so much, god, oh yes . . . ohhnnn!  Unhhh!  Oh yes!"

          Laura slid down her undulating body, kissing her smooth 
    midriff, her flat belly, then parting Sholandra's wet labia with her 
    fingers and sliding her tongue deep into the girl's drenched pussy.  
    Sholandra moaned and gyrated her hips, pushing her pussy up into 
    Laura's mouth, twisting her nipples with her fingers, panting 
    crazily. 

          "Oh god . . . oh god yes!  Oh Laura . . . yes yes!  Unh!  
    Unh!"

          Laura's lips kissed her swollen clit.  

          "Oh god . . . now!  Ungghhhh!" Sholandra cried out, coming 
    extravagantly.

          Her fingers fell away from her nipples, and her small breasts 
    shook as her whole body convulsed in spasms of a sharp ecstacy.  She 
    arched and whimpered, finally whinnying in a long gasp of incredible 
    bliss and sinking back to the mattress as Laura caressed her.  It 
    was in every way a complete, ravishing, and deep climax, and she 
    came up from it smiling and stunned.

          "I don't believe you," she half-whispered.  "How do you always 
    make me come so fast?  My panties come off, and a few seconds later 
    I'm coming.  And in that jolting, fantastic way.  God, Laura, you're 
    a miracle."

          She kissed Laura passionately, suddenly seeming overly 
    effusive.  Sholandra's hands cupped Laura's naked breasts, and she 
    slowly lowered her mouth to them.  Quickly, Laura realized what was 
    about to happen but was powerless to stop it.

          "What are these?" Sholandra suddenly asked.  "Where did you 
    get these bruises?"

          Oh great! Laura thought.  First I lose Trina because this 
    little hellcat scratched me.  Now I lose the hellcat because Karen 
    dug her fingers too hard into my boobs.

          When Laura didn't answer immediately, Sholandra went on.

          "Is this why you couldn't see me for two weeks, while some 
    rough slut was clawing your boobs?  God, she must be a dyke and a 
    half."

          "A guy," Laura said, looking down guiltily, trying to deflect 
    Sholandra's jealousy.

          "A guy?  You're joking.  Looks more like a gorilla.  Since 
    when have you been hungry for a little dick?"

          "Honey, kiss me and forget about it," Laura whispered, 
    flirting with her.  "It meant nothing."

          Laura held one perfect breast in her palm, offering it to 
    Sholandra.  But Sholandra had quickly shifted gears.

          "I guess I shouldn't be so mad," she said, theatrically.  "I 
    went to bed with Rhonda finally."

          Laura felt like a building had fallen on her.  "You did?" she 
    said weakly, feeling her whole body drain of sexual arousal and fill 
    with fury and hot jealousy.

          "Well, you certainly weren't available," Sholandra said, 
    petulantly.  "Off getting mauled by that gorilla.  She was very 
    sweet.  She's been after me for a year now.  She's not bad looking, 
    either.  Maybe you've noticed.  We had a few drinks, and . . . well, 
    you know.  Things got out of hand.  I spent the night."

          Laura was aware that she must look ashen with shock.  
    Paralyzed.

          "You don't have to take it so hard," Sholandra said.  "She 
    never made me come like you just did.  Nobody has done that.  But 
    she was pretty hungry for this pretty little black pussy."

          "I can imagine," Laura said softly.

          Now that Sholandra had confessed, she wanted to get sexy again 
    with Laura.  She reached out and touched one of Laura's yellowing 
    bruises with the tip of her finger.

          "Does that hurt?"

          "No."

          "How could you let someone do that to you?  Can I kiss it?"

          Laura felt suddenly cold and aloof, even spiteful.  She pulled 
    away.  Go touch Rhonda's! she wanted to say.  She turned her back to 
    Sholandra.  

          "Go touch Rhonda's," she said softly, facing the wall.

          "Oh . . . Laura, don't."

          Sholandra touched her naked back, then kissed it, stroked it, 
    pushed her own naked breasts into it.  Laura was strong, but not 
    that strong.  The feeling of Sholandra's firm, small breasts against 
    her naked back made her pussy wet again.  Oh god, I'm such a tramp! 
    she thought.

          And Sholandra's hands slipped under her arms, coming up to cup 
    her breasts from behind.  Sholandra's fingers and thumbs gently 
    rolled and pinched Laura's nipples.  Sholandra's mouth slid down 
    Laura's neck to her shoulder.

          "I want to fuck you," she whispered to Laura.  

          "Go fuck Rhonda."

          "I don't want to.  I want to fuck you."

          Laura realized that tears were sliding down her cheeks, and 
    she was mortified.  She felt just as much a cheap, conniving little 
    actress as she thought Sholandra was.  But her stomach throbbed with 
    pain as she thought of Sholandra flexing and panting as the 
    despicable Rhonda licked her delicious, juicy black pussy.  She was 
    shockingly jealous.

          She turned, her eyes blurred with tears, and Sholandra pushed 
    her down onto the mattress and swarmed all over her.  The next few 
    minutes were perhaps the most intense they had ever spent together.  
    Laura merely surrendered, aching with a weird, intense mixture of 
    emotional pain, roiling jealousy, and feverish lust, as Sholandra 
    simply devoured her.

          Somehow Sholandra's guilt brought out her passion, and she 
    was a whirlwind, fucking Laura in a fury that had Laura coming 
    fiercely in minutes, then coming again, and finally a third, 
    wrenching time before she could finally fall back gasping to the bed 
    and catch her breath.  Bleary-eyed, she propped herself up on her 
    elbows and squinted at Sholandra.

          "Did you learn that from her?" she asked, to rub it in.

          But Sholandra would not be intimidated.  She kissed Laura.

          "From you."

          Laura's tongue went into her mouth.  "You didn't have to tell 
    me."

          "Yes I did.  I wanted to hurt you."

          "You succeeded."

          Both of them had heated up again fast.  They began twisting, 
    coiling together, breathing hard.

          "How do you think I feel licking your beautiful pussy when I 
    know you let that gorilla jab his big dick into it and squirt his 
    nasty cum into you?" Sholandra pouted, sighing as Laura's mouth on 
    her nipples aroused her further.

          "He did it in a rubber," Laura gasped between sucks, devouring 
    Sholandra's exquisite breasts.  "Safe sex, you know."

          Still, she couldn't get over the fact that Rhonda had filled 
    her hands with these beauties too, and sucked these plump black 
    nipples just as hungrily.  And got the same response, for 
    Sholandra's nipples were very sensitive, and she was now whimpering 
    and writhing, wildly desirable.

          "I want to feel your pussy against mine!" she panted, her eyes 
    glazed, beseeching Laura.  "Laura, please!  Quick!"

          "Are you going to come again?"

          "If you keep sucking me that way, I am.  Oh god!  It feels so 
    good!  Please!"

          "Okay."

          The strange, bittersweet emotions they were both feeling 
    somehow mixed together to cause a sexually combustible state, and 
    they were both trembling in a frenzied fit of lust.  They turned and 
    squirmed into position, with their legs scissored together, and then 
    brought their wet pussies together, gasping excitedly as the 
    sensations of their slippery cuntlips sliding back and forth each 
    across the other's filled their quivering bodies.  

          It was a sublime feeling, and they began pumping crazily 
    almost immediately.  Their churning, pumping hips brought their wet 
    pussies together crunchingly, and Sholandra began to come after only 
    about twenty seconds of it.  She moaned and writhed, her body 
    shuddered as she clung to Laura's leg and bit down on her lower lip 
    as each blissful convulsion ripped her.

          "Auungghhh!  Oh!  Unngghiiee!  Oh Laura . . .  oh!  Auugnnh!" 
    she groaned, coming exultantly, smiling as each fierce spasm 
    wrenched her.

          Laura didn't start to come until Sholandra was almost 
    finished.  Sholandra went briefly limp, but Laura picked up the 
    pace, grinding her pussy into Sholandra's, pumping harder in short, 
    rapid strokes, then gagging, and crying out as a sharp uprush of 
    coming shook her.

          "Oh!  Ohnngg . . . god!  Unngghh!  Auunggnnn!" she gasped, her 
    body flexing and quivering as the coming wracked her.

          Since Sholandra had preceded her, while Laura was still 
    gasping and throbbing from her climax, Sholandra sat up and embraced 
    her, kissing her, then sucking one of Laura's nipples hard while at 
    the same time rubbing Laura's wet, aching pussy with her fingers 
    until Laura came, sharply, again.

          "Ungghh!  Oh  . . . shit!  Unghhh!  Oh ungghh!" Laura cried 
    out, overwhelmed by the fresh, sharp spasms of a new orgasm.

          They cuddled together, cooing and caressing.  Sex with 
    Sholandra, Laura realized, was superlatively fine and satisfying.  
    She wondered how Rhonda had felt about it.  Probably the same.  She 
    had craved Sholandra for months, and Sholandra had had Laura to 
    teach her.

          "Rhonda must've come the first time she touched you," Laura 
    giggled softly.  "She wanted you for so long."

          Sholandra smiled, almost smugly.  "Actually, she almost did.  
    Girl, she wore me out, that first night."

          Laura frowned.  "There were more?"

          Sholandra put a finger on Laura's lips.  "Couldn't find you 
    anywhere.  What'd you expect me to do, stay home and diddle my pussy 
    with a banana?"

          "How many times did you sleep with her?"

          "Four or five.  We sort of, you know, hit it off.  That hot 
    little blonde beauty do like to fuck.  And you know I do."

          "Yes.  I know."

          "Does it make you upset for me to talk about it?"

          "Yes."

          "I understand.  It upset me to hear about this gorilla who 
    bruised your beautiful boobies like that.  I'd cut off his pecker, 
    if I caught him."

          "I suppose I can't stop you from sleeping with her," Laura 
    said.  "But please don't tell me about it, okay?"

          "Okay."  Sholandra bent her head and kissed the bruises on 
    Laura's breasts.  "You do me one.  Tell that shithead to be a little 
    more gentle with these gorgeous boobs, okay?"

          Laura swallowed, thinking of Karen and of the dangerously 
    perverted, sadistic sex they had together, and the over-the-top 
    orgasms it produced in them both.  What would Sholandra say if she 
    knew the cause of the bruises was a beautiful young woman with whom 
    Laura had a deep, long, lasting relationship that involved the most 
    ingenious sexual torture?

          She smiled at Sholandra.  "Don't worry.  I won't be seeing him 
    again." 




