Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 63
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 63

          Laura felt literally wrung out after two nights in a row of 
    fairly relentless, though wonderful, sex.  First the joy of going to 
    bed with Cecilia, who had turned out to be much more eager and a 
    hungrier lover than she had expected.  Then the nuclear explosion of 
    fucking with Barbara.  Laura's pussy was actually sore from so much 
    fucking.

          I've got to get control, she thought.  I'm going overboard.  
    It's like I'm a sex maniac or something, always hopping into to bed 
    with one of these wonderful girls.  I just see one of them and I 
    tremble.  I have to try to be more reserved, less easy.

          But she couldn't.  One look at Cecilia and her heart would 
    melt, her pussy gush with warm fuck juice.  And Cecilia, because 
    of her trouble getting free from Ron, wanted to do what Laura and 
    Yvette had been doing for months: meet at Laura's apartment directly 
    after work for a hot twenty minutes of frantic fucking, just to get 
    it out of their systems.

          "You wouldn't even have to take the bus," she said, almost 
    breathlessly to Laura.  "I could drive you.  I bring my car.  We 
    could be there in ten minutes."

          Laura's heart pumped wildly.  "Okay.  I can't do without you, 
    you know."

          Cecilia leaned close, whispering quickly.  "God, Laura, I want 
    you to fuck me."

          Laura squeezed her arm, then left in a hurry, afraid they 
    would be seen, and that her sexual arousal would be too obvious. 

          But then, at her desk a few minutes later, she got a call from 
    Yvette.  "Meet me in John Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," 
    Yvette whispered into the phone.

          "I can't.  I . . . have a meeting," Laura stammered.

          "Oh shit.  I need to see you.  Laura . . . I need you."

          "Is it something you can tell me over the phone?"

          "I need you."  There was a muffled sob.  "I need you, all of 
    you.  Don't you know what I mean?"

          "Yes," Laura said softly.  "I know.  I . . . feel that way 
    too."

          "Meet me there."

          "It's so dangerous."

          "He's out of town.  His secretary is sick.  Can't you get out 
    of your meeting?  Play sick?"

          "Maybe."

          "Please.  Laura."

          Laura could feel her pussy burbling like an active volcano.  
    First Cecilia, now this.  She felt like a nymphomaniac.  Maybe I am 
    one, she thought.  Except I'm not crazy for cock.  Just these sweet, 
    delicious girls.

          "I'll be there," she said, so softly that Yvette could barely 
    hear it.

          Then she hung up.  God, it's so dangerous, she thought.  We 
    could be fired.  But I want her too.

          Briskly walking, like an all-business female executive, she 
    got to the office in two minutes, her heart pounding.  Yvette was 
    right: Scheinbaum's secretary's desk was empty.  There was no one 
    directly around the area.  The furthest other people were fifty or 
    more feet away.  Yvette let her in.

          "You're going to get us both fired," Laura said, but Yvette's 
    mouth on hers stopped her before she could go on.

          It was a scorching, demanding kiss, and Laura kissed back 
    heatedly.  When it stopped, they still clung together, kissing each 
    other's neck, cheek, ear, throat.

          "I want you, I want you," Yvette murmured over and over.

          "It's so dangerous."

          "Nobody will know.  I want you.  Whenever I come over to your 
    place, somebody else is there."

          "Oh, Yvette."

          "It's true."

          Laura burned with shame.  The last two times it had been true, 
    first Chanitra, Yvette's own younger sister, then Shawn.  Yvette's 
    eyes burned with sex and welled up with tears at the same time, her 
    emotions so complicated that Laura could feel the throbbing pain and 
    scintillating lust vibrating through the girl's body.

          "I want you too," she said.  "But this is no place for it."

          "Yes.  I'm going to rape you.  And you can't even cry out."

          Already Yvette had unbuttoned two buttons of Laura's blouse.  
    Her lips on Laura's neck and shoulders caused the usual fires to 
    ignite in Laura's body, making resistance difficult.

          "Ohhhh!" Laura moaned softly.  "God, baby, it's so dangerous."

          "I told you John fucked me right there on that sofa once, with 
    that high-assed, snooty-puss Jonelle Roberts sitting right outside, 
    and she didn't even know it."

          Laura felt a sharp pang at the mention of Jonelle's name.  She 
    remembered that Yvette had told her that, and that she had felt 
    jealous at the time.  She felt it again. 

          "Would you let anybody fuck you?" she asked, a shamefully 
    irrelevant question.

          "I wouldn't let anybody but you, if you only . . ."  Her voice 
    trailed off.

          Laura felt rotten.  Yvette right now was more desirable than 
    she had ever been.  Laura held her face and kissed her passionately.  
    While they were kissing, Yvette was still unbuttoning Laura's 
    blouse.  She pulled it down Laura's arms as their mouths came apart, 
    then unclasped Laura's bra between the cups.

          "God, I sometimes dream of your breasts," Yvette said, 
    squeezing Laura's naked breasts with both hands.

          "Really?"

          "Yes.  I dream of sucking them.  Once I came, lying there next 
    to Arthur.  But he didn't wake up, thank god."

          Laura threw her head back as Yvette's mouth dropped to her 
    breasts.  She was aware of the danger, but she couldn't deny herself 
    the pleasure.  Yvette loved them and sucked and squeezed them 
    passionately, taking Laura's nipples deep into her mouth, pinching 
    them against the roof of her mouth with her tongue in a way that 
    made Laura want to scream with excitement.

          But she had to control her wild moans, strangling them into 
    soft whimpers and small, keening sighs.  Yvette peppered her breasts 
    and wet nipples with kisses, then sucked them hard again, pulling 
    Laura over to the leather sofa at the same time, pulling her down on 
    it. 

          "Oh god, honey, it's so dangerous," Laura whimpered, panting 
    excitedly, her cunt flooding with warm juice.

          "It's not . . . it's not," Yvette panted too.  "Nobody knows."

          She tugged Laura's skirt off and pulled Laura's panties down 
    her legs.  Laura spread her thighs and bit her own wrist to fight 
    back the moans as she felt Yvette's mouth on her wet pussy.

          "Ohhh . . . I love your pussy, I love your beautiful pussy," 
    Yvette murmured as she began tonguing and sucking Laura's aching, 
    oozing slit passionately.

          Laura felt her whole body fill with honeyfire.  Yvette knew 
    how to make love to her pussy, and she did it lovingly, in no hurry 
    even though they were both in terrible danger, doing it like this in 
    someone's office, with the door not even locked, since neither had 
    the key.  But each second made it less important to Laura, as she 
    squirmed, and mewled softly, delirious with sexual pleasure.

          "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she encouraged Yvette in a low, urgent 
    voice, gyrating her pelvis, digging her fingers into the sofa 
    cushions.  "Oh god . . . Yvette, oh god!"

          "Yes . . . go ahead, baby," Yvette whispered to her.  "But not 
    too loud."

          "Oh!  Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling a sharp uprush of coming 
    wrench her body.  "Mmnnngggeeee!" she cried out, holding her own 
    hand over her mouth, her body flipping and jerking wildly out of 
    control as she came.

          It took a few minutes for her to recover, her eyes bleary and 
    red, her mouth slack, her body sprawled across the sofa, clothes 
    disheveled and half-off.  But Yvette was still kissing her, cooing 
    to her, caressing her.  And Laura revived with an even more acute 
    hunger for the girl than she had had at the start.

          "How do I let you get me into these things?" she asked, 
    pulling Yvette down and unfastening her blouse quickly.

          "Don't tear it," Yvette giggled.

          "I could eat you alive."

          "Just fuck me," Yvette breathed.  "It's all I want."

          Together they got her blouse off and Laura unclasped her bra.  
    Yvette's exquisite small breasts fell out, and Laura nearly 
    swallowed them.  She held them in her hands, squeezing sharply, and 
    fed the plump black nipples into her mouth, first one, then the 
    other, sucking hard.  She wondered if she had ever devoured Yvette 
    so hungrily but decided she must have, since she was always so 
    aroused by her.

          "Unh!  Oh!  Unh!  Oh Laura . . . yes do it hard!  Oh god!  I'm 
    going to come already!  Really!  Put your hand on my pussy . . . oh 
    god I'm going to come!  Quick, quick!"

          Laura was half-disappointed that Yvette was coming so quickly, 
    and half-relieved that the risk would be over with.  Yvette's 
    beautiful naked breasts and nipples were wet and shiny with her warm 
    saliva, and she wanted to keep squeezing and sucking them.  She 
    dropped her hand under Yvette's skirt, slipping it up to her 
    panties, which were sopping wet.  Yvette's shaking hands helped her 
    pull them down around her thighs.

          Laura slid two fingers into Yvette's wet cunt, rubbing the 
    tops of them into Yvette's clit.

          "Oh baby, I don't want it to be over so quickly," she said, 
    sucking Yvette's wet nipples hungrily again, and fingerfucking 
    Yvette hard, with quick jabs that penetrated her as well as mashed 
    into her swollen clit.

          "Oh . . . oh!"   Yvette stiffened.  Then the convulsions 
    gripped her as a ferocious orgasm shook her body.  "Ungghhhnnmm!" 
    she gagged, trying not to cry out.

          Then she buried her face in Laura's shoulder, whinnying softly 
    as her climax deepened.  Her body quivered in waves, as fresh spasms 
    of ecstacy wrenched her, bringing tight, muffled squeals from her 
    throat.  Finally, the shuddering came to an end.  She sat up, as 
    bleary-eyed and stunned as Laura had been, and just then the door 
    opened, and a man in a suit came into the office.

          Frozen in shock, neither girl moved, and he didn't see them 
    until he had put some papers on John Scheinbaum's desk and was 
    turning to leave.  Then he stopped, shocked by the sight himself.

          Laura and Yvette were tangled together on the sofa, both of 
    them half-dressed, their breasts naked, their skirts hiked up.

          "Oh god," Laura said, under her breath.  She didn't recognize 
    him.

          "Huh . . . hello, Pete," Yvette said, nervously.  She looked 
    at Laura, then back at him.  Both she and Laura instinctively raised 
    their hands to cover their naked breasts, and squirmed to hide their 
    thighs.  "Don't say anything, okay?"

          Pete grinned sheepishly, as if he felt bad about looking at 
    their half-naked bodies.  "I guess everybody has his own idea about 
    lunch," he said.  "Don't worry.  I won't."

          Then he left, not looking back. 

          Only now that he was gone did Laura feel the blood flushing 
    into her face.  She had been pale with shock until now.

          "Oh Jesus, I knew this would happen," she said as they both 
    scrambled to get back into their clothes.

          "You did not," Yvette said.  "Or you wouldn't have done it."

          Laura glowered at her.  "We could be fired."

          But then she realized what they had done together, how hot 
    their sex always was, how irresistible, how stirring, how rapturous.

          "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, hugging Yvette.  "It was delicious.  
    But now . . ."

          "I know him," Yvette said.  "Pete Hansen.  Pretty nice guy, no 
    nonsense.  He probably won't say anything.  I'll feel him out.  If 
    he really gets threatening about it, I may have to buy him off."

          "Buy him off?"

          "Didn't I tell you that every white man in this company wants 
    to fuck my hot little black pussy?" Yvette grinned mischievously.

          "You wouldn't let him," Laura said, disapprovingly.

          Yvette winked.  Then she kissed Laura again, deeply.  "I'll do 
    anything that'll make it possible to be with you," she breathed.

          "Yvette, this is serious.  Do you realize what we've been 
    caught doing?"

          "Fucking," Yvette smiled.  She leaned close, mock serious.  
    "And was it good for you?" she teased.

          Laura, in spite of her shock, broke into giggles too.  "I 
    didn't get enough of you," she confessed.  "If we were alone, I'd 
    rape you again."

          Yvette's dark eyes glistened mournfully.  "I know what you 
    mean, though," she said, sadly.  "Two girls, fucking in Scheinbaum's 
    office.  Perverts.  Lesbians."

          "Yes," Laura said softly.  Then she got a grip on herself.  
    "Well.  We can't just stand here, waiting to be discovered by 
    someone else."

          "We can't leave together.  You leave first."  She kissed 
    Laura, tongue and all.  "And don't worry about Pete.  I can take 
    care of him."

          "Oh, I know.  With your hot little black pussy, right?"

          "You seem to like it," Yvette said, tilting her head 
    coquettishly.

          "I don't like every cock in this company shooting into it," 
    Laura frowned.

          "You want it for yourself, don't you," Yvette pouted.  "Now 
    you know how I feel."

          Laura squeezed her arm before leaving.  "Don't let him screw 
    you just to protect me," she whispered.  "Really.  Don't go that 
    far."

          "I won't," Yvette said, her eyes tearing up.  "I love you, 
    Laura.  It was soooo good."

          Laura turned and walked through the door before they could get 
    caught again.