Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 83
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 83
Laura wanted to avoid sex with anybody else for about a week
after her wild night with Rob and Camille. For one thing, she was
exhausted. She knew they must be too. They had fucked like crazed,
rutting animals, over and over again, taking each other to the
limit, their bodies flailed and scalded by fierce spasm after spasm
of sexual rapture. Only a few times, mainly with Karen, had Laura
ever exceeded the limits this way. It almost scared her, though the
memory of it made her throb excitedly days later.
For another thing, she still had scratch marks on her
shoulder, her back, her midriff, and suck-welts around her nipples
where Camille had gone overboard. She really wanted them to go away
before she slept with anyone else.
Her thoughts ran fleetingly to Sholandra, though she still
didn't expect anything there, regardless of The Kiss. But imagine
what she would think, Laura thought, examining one purplish hickey
next to her left nipple, which was still sore from Camille's teeth.
But even though she tried to avoid it, one person spoiled her
plan. Yvette, when she got a heat on for Laura, could not be
refused. Laura's attempts to put her off only made her either
spitefully jealous or almost suicidal with rejection.
"Really . . . I'm feeling ill," Laura told her.
"You are not. You're just letting that little lesbian tramp
Barbara screw and screw you instead of me."
"Yvette! Please. How could you say that?"
"I know you."
Laura let all her feeling show in her eyes. "You know how I
want you."
"Prove it." Then a tear slid down Yvette's cheek. "Laura,"
she whispered, "I need you."
"Okay," Laura gave in.
They were lying in Laura's bed, after an especially intense
fifteen minutes of fucking, when Yvette's long, sinuous, black
finger traced the scratches on Laura's shoulder, then stopped at the
hickey next to her nipple.
"Barbara do this?" she asked.
"Of course not."
"Rhonda scratched me once. When she was coming. Right here."
She showed Laura her bare, beautiful shoulder, the skin
flawlessly smooth and gleaming. Laura ran her finger over it.
"Nothing there now," she whispered.
"You like my skin, don't you," Yvette murmured, eyelids
suddenly heavy.
"I love it," Laura said, rubbing her cheek against the
fantastic smoothness. "Why do you mention Rhonda? To torment me?"
"Yes. You torment me."
"Do you sleep with her a lot?"
"I don't sleep with her at all. I just let her fuck me once
in a while. She even gives me things."
"Maybe I should give you things too. So you'll stop
tormenting me."
"If Barbara didn't do this, who did?"
Laura blushed. Some people, especially Yvette, had no sense
of what was improper to ask. "Actually," she smiled, "the wife of a
friend of mind."
"God, you're terrible," Yvette mocked. "Fucking married
women. Like me."
They began to giggle, then tickle one another. But their
passion for each other was always so intense that even playing
couldn't last for long, without turning into very hot fucking, which
it quickly did. Three orgasms later, Yvette had to hurry home, and
Laura was left in her rumpled bed, wondering what to have for
dinner. I hate that fucking Rhonda Reardon, she thought, as she
pulled on a bathrobe. Just the thought of her doing it to Yvette,
or even to Barbara, makes me see red.
She knew how hypocritical this was. She, as Yvette would be
the first to point out, didn't hesitate to fuck whomever she wanted.
But the thought of Rhonda's hands on Yvette's beautiful naked black
body made her physically ill. The thought of Rhonda's tongue
licking that gorgeous, glossy black, long, sinuous pussy, with its
tender pink insides, was enough to make her stomach clench, and
tears spring to her eyes. She couldn't believe it, but there it
was. That bitch! she thought. That blonde bitch! That horny
lesbian cunt!
And worse, Barbara had told her that Rhonda had the hots for
Sholandra too. If somehow it turned out that Sholandra preferred
Rhonda to Laura, Laura knew she would have a hard time taking it.
And, as if to turn the knife in her gut, she actually saw the two of
them at work, joking and smiling in the hallway. In fact, Sholandra
was flirting with Rhonda the same way she occasionally flirted with
Laura, as if to taunt her and tease her. And Rhonda was responding
in the way Laura feared she herself did, nervously giggling, her
eyes pulsing with obvious lust.
You cunt! Laura swore inwardly at her as she ducked down a
stairwell so as not to draw their attention.
Worse, Sholandra had gone out of her way to avoid Laura after
The Kiss. Laura knew why, but it didn't make it any easier. Seeing
the girl from afar and trying not to stare was very difficult.
Sholandra knew Laura was watching, of course, and would do little
things to rub salt in the wound.
She might stretch, raising her arms above her head, letting
her small jutting breasts push against her blouse, watching Laura's
reaction slyly out of the corner of her eye. Or she might bend to
adjust the heel of her shoe, letting Laura take in the shapeliness
of her calf, and glimpse the underside of her thigh.
I've seen you naked, or almost naked, you gorgeous creature,
Laura would think. But I blotted it out, so it wouldn't hurt you.
And now you tempt me this way. You shameless, beautiful girl, I
want you.
Then, one evening about six, they ran into each other on the
elevator to the parking garage.
"Hi, Laura," Sholandra smiled, genuinely friendly for a
change, not trying to tease.
She was looking even more shockingly lovely than usual to
Laura, wearing one of those wide leather belts, tightly cinched,
that emphasized the narrowness of her waist, which only made the
rest of her figure more breathtaking. Laura tried not to stare.
"Hi," she said, warmly.
Then they both fell silent, very nervous about how to
continue. After all, last time we spoke it was after . . . The Kiss,
Laura thought, satirizing it a little in her mind.
She felt Sholandra's eyes on her as she tried to seem
indifferent. "You've been avoiding me," Sholandra said, very
quietly, almost so softly it could not be heard, which was not her
style at all.
Laura smiled curtly. "On the contrary, it's the other way
around."
"Oh really. You said you'd forget what happened in the car."
The pulse beat in Laura's throat. "How could I forget it?"
she barely breathed, almost inaudibly.
The door of the elevator opened. They stepped out into the
dimly-lit, gasoline-fumey garage.
"I haven't forgot it either," Sholandra murmured, glancing at
Laura, not meeting her eyes squarely.
They walked in the same direction. Laura stopped.
"My car's right here," she pointed.
"Could you drive me to mine? I'm . . . afraid. After that
night, you know."
Laura nodded. It was torment being next to the girl, wanting
to touch her, knowing the way she felt. "Get in," she said.
Laura drove slowly through the half-dark parking garage to
Sholandra's car, a small red sports car. She looked straight ahead,
through the windshield, not giving the girl the opportunity for
anything, trying to breathe evenly.
"Laura, look at me," Sholandra said.
Laura turned her head. Sholandra leaned close, and Laura
almost pulled back. But Sholandra's dark eyes were melting and
warm, luminous in the shadows, her sensual lips slightly parted.
She moved her head even closer until her lips again met Laura's.
This time their mouths curved together and did not come apart.
It was a slow, emotional kiss, but Sholandra seemed in no
hurry to end it. Laura was so restrained because of the past that
she didn't venture anything and was thrilled when she felt the tip
of Sholandra's tongue slip between her teeth. She met it with her
own, and soon they were kissing more heatedly, their hands rising to
each other's face, caressing.
Finally, they had to stop. Sholandra's eyes were shining.
Laura stared deep into them, saying nothing.
"Do you remember the way to my place, or do you want to follow
me?" Sholandra whispered.
"I remember."
"Follow me anyway."
Laura drove in a daze. When they both finally pulled up in
the parking lot behind Sholandra's apartment building, she realized
that she didn't even know how she had got here. Oh god, I don't
believe this! she thought.
Inside the apartment, they both threw their coats on the sofa,
approaching each other slowly, their eyes locked and smoldering as
before. Without speaking, they kissed again, embracing this time,
kissing hungrily. Laura kissed Sholandra's beautiful smooth neck,
and her ear. Sholandra kissed Laura's throat.
Laura, still without speaking, took Sholandra's shoulders and
turned her around. Slowly she began to unbutton the girl's blouse,
unfastening the five large buttons, then unclasping the wide leather
belt and tossing it onto the sofa with the coats. She began kissing
Sholandra's warm, smooth back, the nape of her neck, her shoulder
blades, while her fingers unclasped Sholandra's bra.
Sholandra took Laura's hand without speaking either, and drew
her toward the bedroom. Laura unbuttoned most of her own blouse on
the way. In the bedroom they quickly shed the rest of their
clothing and kissed again, naked this time, Sholanda quivering as
Laura's hands roamed over her flesh. Neither one had spoken since
the kiss in the parking garage.
They lay together on the bed, on top of the bedspread, and
Laura scooped up Sholandra's wonderful, hard little breasts in her
hands and lowered her mouth to the big bulging nipples. They
reminded her of Jonelle's nipples, thick and soft and bulbous and
black, though Sholandra's breasts were a little bigger than
Jonelle's. Laura took one into her mouth, sucking it gently, then
harder.
"Ohhnnnn!" Sholandra moaned softly.
It startled them both since it was the first sound either had
made for a long time. Laura was in her element here, finally, and
she meant to give Sholandra, who had finally yielded to her own
desires, the sexual experience of her lifetime. You won't regret
it, darling, she thought as she began making love to Sholandra's
breasts and nipples, squeezing and sucking them, nipping and
tonguing the ripe, bulging nipples, until Sholandra was moaning
continuously.
"Oh god . . . it feels so good!" she moaned to Laura. "Ohhh .
. . Laura, please!"
"Girl, they're so beautiful," Laura murmured, curling her
tongue around one wet, stiff bud, teasing it with her teeth.
"Unnhh! Oh god!"
Sholandra began to squirm. Now Laura slid down her undulating
body, kissing her smooth midriff, caressing her phenomenally narrow
waist, her swelling hips, kissing the warm skin of her inner thighs,
bringing soft, excited whimpers from Sholandra.
The girl's lovely pussy was puckered and very wet. Laura ran
the tip of her tongue up and down the glossy black edges of
Sholandra's cuntlips.
"Ahh!" Sholandra gasped sharply, digging her fingers into her
thighs, her pelvis shuddering excitedly.
Laura started slowly, making love to Sholandra, not just
fucking her. She licked and tongue-explored the wet pink cleft of
Sholandra's pussy for a long time, patiently avoiding Sholandra's
clit, stroking the girl's beautiful buns with her fingers, slowly
building the intensity, until Sholandra was quivering
uncontrollably, and almost begging for relief.
"Oh! Ohhnnn . . . oh Laura . . . unh! Oh . . . please! Oh
Laura, please!"
By the time Laura did touch Sholandra's clit with the tip of
her tongue, the girl was primed to explode, and it took only a few
strokes for her to come quickly.
"Unghh! Ohnng! Auuggnhhh! Mmmnnggeee!" she cried out,
arching her back, pumping spastically with her hips, coming
violently.
Her lovely body undulated through several spasms of ectascy,
and Laura decided, since she had come so quickly and easily, not to
stop now. As soon as Sholandra's spasms waned, and her breathing
grew easier, Laura began tonguing her pussy again, and give tiny
love-sucks to her clit, until a fresh, clenching orgasm shook her.
"Ohhnggn! Oh god! Oh . . . shit oh Laura . . . unhhh! Oh
god ahhnnieeee!" she moaned, coming again, grabbing her own
beautiful small breasts and twisting them mercilessly in her hands
as her body shook with bliss.
This one stunned her more than the first one, and as she was
still pliant and panting from its effects, Laura slid up to kiss
her. She realized that Sholandra was in a sexual trance, something
like what she had seen in Jonelle, and she couldn't resist the
temptation to make her come even more. She dropped her mouth to
Sholandra's breasts, and her hand back between the girl's yawning
thighs.
Her mouth nearly swallowed one plump black nipple, while she
slipped two fingers up into the sopping-wet trench of the girl's
pussy, scissoring Sholandra's clit between them as they sank in
deep. She began fucking and sucking Sholandra more vigorously now,
and somehow a slight, violent twitch from the girl alerted her. She
had felt the same thing from Yvette.
Could it be? Now she let her fingers inside Sholandra's
tight, slippery pussy search the inner walls, until she felt
Sholandra twitch again. Yes! she thought.
God, baby, you're going to come so hard! she thought. She
rubbed the spot inside Sholandra's pussy sharply with the tip of one
finger. Sholandra's body stiffened, and then all the breath seemed
to leave her as she erupted in a fierce string of orgasms.
The spasms wrenched her body so wildly that her breast slipped
out of Laura's mouth. A tiny, helpless cawing sound came from deep
in her throat as wave after wave of rapture struck her. She had
about four orgasms in a row, though they all seemed to blend
together into one, and Laura could not tell where they began or
ended.
They also were so deep and excruciating, apparently, that
Sholandra's beautiful face was torn with a mixture of pain and
rapture, and she also blacked out briefly toward the end. Laura
held her tightly, kissing her cheek, then her forehead, her eyes, as
she slowly drifted back to consciousness, panting and moaning
softly.
Finally, she blinked, her eyes still vaguely glassy, and
smiled up at Laura.
"I asked you over here to make love . . . not to put me in
intensive care," she whispered hoarsely.
"I . . . I couldn't help it," Laura apologized. "I wanted it
to be unforgettable."
Sholandra shook her head in awe. "You really succeeded with
that one," she said, unbelieving. "I guess I should make my will.
I never even knew people could come like that, let alone me. Most
guys can't even make me come. All you had to do was breathe on me
and I went to outer space."
Laura kissed her, deeply, sensually. Sholandra kissed back.
They both seemed to realize at once, while coiling together this
way, that Laura had not climaxed at all, while Sholandra was setting
personal records. Sholandra nuzzled Laura's ear, overwhelming Laura
with her affection, since she had been so distant and spiteful in
the past.
"Now I know why I fought you so much," Sholandra murmured. "I
guess I was afraid it would be like this. So much better than
anything else. Nobody ever . . . can I say it? Nobody ever fucked
me the way you just did."
"You can say it," Laura grinned, kissing her. "Because we
both know it's more than just fucking."
"I know," Sholandra said, as if stunned. "I've never felt
like this before."
Just don't go thinking Rhonda Reardon can give you the same
thing, Laura thought, not daring to say it. Sholandra curled up in
Laura's arms, then slid down a little, bringing her mouth closer to
Laura's breasts.
"You know, I've never done anything like this before," she
confessed. "I mean, I've sucked my own nipples, you know? Isn't
that kinky? Have you ever done that?"
Laura shook her head. God no, she thought. Why not? Why
haven't I tried it?
"But never anyone else's," Sholanda said.
"You can suck mine, if you like," Laura murmured alluringly,
her eyelids growing heavy with sex.
Sholandra took Laura's perfect breasts in her hands and
squeezed them gently. "They're so pretty," she said. "So round and
perfect. You look like those girls in the magazines."
She sucked one of Laura's aching nipples deep into her warm,
wet mouth, and Laura closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of it.
"You can suck it just as hard as you want to," she whispered
to Sholandra.
And Sholandra did. She started slowly, but in seconds she was
sucking and squeezing both of Laura's breasts hungrily,
passionately, bringing soft groans of pleasure from Laura.
"Ohhh Laura . . . they're so pretty," Sholandra kept
murmuring, her tongue curling around Laura's wet, throbbing nipples,
her fingers digging into the resilient balls.
Laura was going delirious, writhing and panting
uncontrollably. "Oh . . . oh! Please . . ." she panted wildly.
"Oh please!"
"Oh, don't come yet, don't come yet, girl," Sholandra murmured
to her. "I want to do it right to you."
She quickly slipped down between Laura's thighs, and Laura
felt her tongue, tentative at first, then bolder, slithering up into
her pussy, then teasing her clit. Laura was already on the edge
from her experience in bringing Sholandra to five or six quick
orgasms. She began to keen and whimper hysterically, and Sholandra
knew what was about to happen.
She attacked Laura's swollen clit frenetically with her
tongue, lashing and stabbing it, and Laura simply boiled over in a
furious uprush of coming.
"Aunnnggghh! Oh . . . oh unngghh! Auugnnhhh!" Laura groaned,
her body arching and shaking as one excruciating spasm of coming
after another wrenched her.
When it was finally over, they embraced, this time Sholandra
kissing and caressing Laura as she resurfaced from her climax.
"Oh, that was so exciting," she smiled. "I want to make you
come again. Can you come again? God, it really turned me on. It
got me hot all over again, just doing it to you."
Dreamily, Laura looked up into her dark eyes, this lovely girl
she had wanted for so long. "Yes . . . I can come again," she said
softly. "Just do the same thing. But kiss me first."
Sholandra smiled and bent her mouth to Laura's. This time
their kiss had a deep emotional content that had been lacking from
the earlier ones. Laura could feel Sholandra's naked breasts
brushing her own as their tongues intertwined, and the sensation
aroused her fiercely again, quickly too. By the time their mouths
came apart, she was panting with renewed desire.
Her eyes pulsed, and she murmured against Sholandra's teeth,
"Do me again. Please! I want to feel your tongue."
"Oh yes, girl. Yes!" Sholandra breathed.
Sholandra again slid down between Laura's thighs, and this
time made love to Laura's pussy with new tenderness, and then more
aggressive passion. Laura did not come as quickly, but in less than
two minutes she was quaking and gasping again in the throes of a
long, undulating orgasm that seemed to squeeze the bliss out of
every pore.
"Ungghhaaunnggh! Oh! Oh . . . Shol . . . ahhggnniieee!" she
cried out, her body shuddering as the long waves of ecstacy rolled
through her.
This time, when it was over, they curled together and
whispered intimately.
"I never come more than once," Sholandra said. "That's what
shocked me so much. I mean, guys might screw me again, even several
times, but I never come. Not even with the good-looking ones. But
with you . . . I have to confess something. That first time we
kissed, in the parking garage? When I got so upset?"
Laura nodded.
"I almost came when we were kissing. You didn't know that,
did you. I think that's why I reacted that way. I felt this, I
don't know, this bubbling and pulsing down in my pussy, and it was
gushing, and I thought, 'Holy shit, I'm gonna come, right here, if I
don't stop this!' Can you believe that?"
Laura smiled. "I can believe it."
"And then you make me come about six times in five minutes.
God, I still don't believe it."
"Mmmmm, believe it," Laura said, nuzzling her beautiful neck.
"There's more where those came from."
"You're kidding. I can't come any more. I told you, never
more than once." She giggled. "You've already made me come six
times. That uses up my quota."
Laura rolled Sholandra onto her back, rising up over her,
dangling her own breasts now against Sholandra's, letting their
nipples brush. She kissed Sholandra with deep, thorough, steaming
passion.
"You're just going to have to get used to the fact that things
have changed," she murmured. "I've only begun to make love to you,
Sholandra. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."
"Ohhhnnn!" Sholandra moaned, her eyes rolling up as Laura
began to caress her intimately again.
During the next half hour Laura coaxed six more orgasms from
Sholandra's beautiful body. Now she lavished her attention on the
girl's phenomenal breasts, realizing as she caressed them that
Sholandra could be no older than nineteen or so, her breasts still
as hard as Chanitra's. And her nipples filled Laura with lust.
They were so large and soft and pulpy in her mouth, and clearly so
sensitive that both of them were surprised to discover that
Sholandra could come just from having Laura suck her nipples and
lightly massage her pussy.
Convinced she could not come any more, she was startled to
feel her body responding so eagerly to Laura's skillful caresses.
But Laura knew what she was doing. She herself had come that way
many times, and when she felt Sholandra's body quiver at the feel of
Laura's lips and teeth on one large, soft nipple, and heard the
sharp, desperate intake of breath followed by a small, urgent moan,
Laura knew Sholandra could come.
She began sucking and nipping the beautiful soft buds harder,
until they stiffened, and Sholandra grew delirious, squirming and
panting wildly.
"Oh god . . . oh Laura, oh shit, god that feels good, ohhh!"
she whimpered, writhing deliciously under Laura.
"Mmmm, you like that?"
"Oh god, yes! Do it harder! Please!"
Now Sholandra's big, black nipples were shiny and wet and
swollen and pointing, and Laura sucked them hard, at the same time
dropping her hand between Sholandra's thighs again, letting her
knuckle brush the girl's distended clit.
"Ah!" Sholandra gasped. "Oh god . . . I'm going to come!
Again!"
"Mmmmm, you sure are," Laura smiled.
Now that Sholandra had acknowledged that it was possible, they
both went after it in a hot fury. Seconds later, keening,
whimpering, biting her lip, churning her hips, Sholandra burst in a
sharp, fierce orgasm, her body buckling under its force.
"Auunngghhh! Ohnng! Ungghhh!" she groaned, wincing and
clenching as the spasms shook her.
Laura went with the flow, but quickly following this one she
elicited five more, each more wrenching than the last. And the last
one was an extravagant culmination, a truly shattering cataclysm of
coming that left the girl sobbing and gasping helplessly with relief
as she surfaced from thirty minutes of the most excruciating ecstacy
she had ever experienced.
Her cheeks and eyelashes were wet with her tears, and her
shiny eyes still seemed dazed by the shock.
"God, I never knew anything like this was possible," she said
in a hushed, awed voice. "I didn't know my own body could do this."
Laura smiled, kissing the tears. She had her own thighs
clamped around one of Sholandra's, her wet pussy splayed against the
smooth flesh of Sholandra's thigh muscle. It wasn't Brandi's
massive, hard thigh, but she was so aroused from all Sholandra's
orgasms, that she knew only a little rubbing would send her over the
top.
They kissed with agonizing tenderness, and Laura slowly rubbed
her aching wet pussy up and down on Sholandra's thigh. Midway
through the kiss, Sholandra realized what was happening and began to
move her thigh too. Laura had to break off the kiss.
"Ohhnnn . . . !" she groaned, burying her face in Sholandra's
neck.
"Yes, baby . . . oh yes!" Sholandra breathed.
"Auugnnhhh! Oh! Anngghhhnnmmggeee!" Laura squealed softly,
coming in a hot rush of rapture, pumping hard against Sholandra's
thigh.
In the middle of her orgasm, Sholandra had dropped her mouth
to one of Laura's breasts, cradling it in her palm and sucking
Laura's nipple hard. Now she began to squeeze and suck the other
one too, and Laura resumed pumping her pussy against the girl's leg,
feeling a deep resonance inside her body.
"Oh . . . god, bite it!" she panted to Sholandra. "Bite it .
. . please! Ungghh!"
"God, Laura . . . I can't," Sholandra murmured, still tonguing
and sucking Laura's wet, swollen nipple.
"Yes, please . . . do it! I'm going to . . . come again! Do
it, please!"
Sholandra did it. After a slight hesitation, she sank her
teeth into Laura's aching nipple, first gently, then more roughly as
Laura writhed and whimpered uncontrollably, mashing her breast into
Sholandra's mouth. Laura stiffened and came in a flash, groaning
and whinnying as the sharp, scalding arrows of ecstacy shot through
her shuddering flesh.
And she was so hungry that even this couldn't satiate her.
With her legs already clamped around Sholandra's thigh, it was only
a short twist to bring their two hot, wet pussies together.
Sholandra's eyes rolled up in her head as she felt Laura's pussy
pressing against hers.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" she gasped, throwing her head back.
Laura felt a white-hot spear of lust shoot through her body as
she began grinding her cunt against Sholandra's. This time they
didn't fuck in a slow, undulating, simmering fashion, but pumped and
whinnied hysterically, fucking one another crazily, frantically
holding on to each other's leg and thrusting insanely.
Sholandra's bed shook and banged against the wall, but both
girls were caught in the grip of a voracious sexual gluttony, and
they continued pumping and thrusting furiously until both exploded
in a firestorm of orgasms. It was an exhausting, exultant, and
depraved climax to their evening of fucking, and both could barely
lift a finger as the waves of ecstacy subsided.
They disentangled their bodies, still stunned by the shock of
it, and Laura bent to kiss Sholandra's pussy tenderly, before
embracing her face to face, hugging her tightly, murmuring in her
ear.
"I wanted you so badly," she murmured. "So badly. But it was
worth the wait."
"Oh god . . . Laura, I never knew it could be like this,"
Sholandra began to cry softly again.
"It can," Laura said, nuzzling her neck. "Don't go feeling
bad, after I leave. It doesn't mean anything. You can go to bed
with whomever you want."
"I didn't know it could be like this," Sholandra sobbed.
Laura kissed her, a deep, emotional kiss. Sholandra stopped
crying.
"I'm embarrassed," she said. "I didn't mean to cry. I guess
I thought some day a man would be making me feel like this."
"Maybe some day one will," Laura smiled. "Today I did."
"I don't want you to leave."
"Mmmmm, I don't want to, either."
"Can you sleep here?"
"I won't have anything to wear to work in the morning."
"We can get up early."
"If I stay, we won't get much sleep."
"Are you kidding? After what we've just been through? I
could sleep like a baby."
"I won't let you," Laura grinned, rolling Sholandra onto her
back again. "I can't get enough."
"Oh . . . Laura," Sholandra said softly, her eyes swirling
again with desire. "How can I be feeling this way?"
Laura did stay, and they did end up fucking throughout the
night. They slept, dozed, awoke, made love, slept again, made love
again. By morning Sholandra had had about eighteen or nineteen
orgasms, and Laura about fourteen. Laura congratulated herself on
her moderation. She could remember nights with Karen, or Brandi,
when she could not stop short of thirty.
She left at six in order to get home to bathe and dress before
returning to work. Sholandra gave her a soulful, searching kiss at
the door of her apartment. Laura promised her they would do it
again that very night.