Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 65
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 65
Exhausted from a day in which she had fucked with three
different people (not including her private little video episode
with Brandi), Laura slept soundly. And yet, when she awoke in the
morning, it was from a dream of Cecilia. She had been holding the
beautiful, coal-black girl in her arms, and Cecilia had been coming
extravagantly, her stunning face torn with ecstacy.
Laura could hardly believe it. I'm just way oversexed, that's
all, she thought. How could I dream of her like that, after what I
went through yesterday? Her asshole was still wide open, and it
burned from the reaming Rob had inflicted on it.
But when she saw Cecilia at work, she found herself quickly
making up a story to get around the lie she had told the girl
yesterday.
"I think it was a false alarm," she whispered to Cecilia, when
they were both in the ladies room. "I didn't get my period after
all. I want you."
Cecilia's eyes widened with excitement. She smiled happily.
"I want you too. Meet me at my car after work."
Laura took her home again and this time they fucked heatedly,
with little regard for the clock, bringing each other to long
strings of orgasms, until Cecilia finally left, exhausted, at six-
thirty, a half an hour late. Even though they had not reached
twenty orgasms, they had come close in only a little over an hour,
and Laura wondered how long they could sustain this hunger for each
other.
But the following day, even that speculation suddenly
disappeared as she was told she was going to Dallas for a trade
show, and would have to leave immediately. Dallas!
Her heart nearly stopped. Jonelle!
And up until the time she actually boarded the plane, her
feelings were a turmoil of butterflies mixed with deep, agonized
longing for Jonelle. She would be in the same city with her, and
yet not know where she was. She wouldn't even see her, when they
were that close. As if Jonelle would consent to a meeting anyway.
But Laura remembered the letter. 'I still love you' the
letter had said. 'I don't hate you.'
On the plane she had two drinks, just to keep herself from
thinking about it. But nothing could stop her from thinking about
it. In her hotel room, at about three in the afternoon, she found
herself looking through the phone book. And she came across Roberts
J, with a number and no listed address. Oh god! she thought. It's
her! It has to be her!
But it wasn't. She phoned it, her heart in her throat, and
got an old woman, who snapped at her. The woman's name was Judy
Roberts. Laura was ashen and dejected as she hung up the phone.
Her eyes blurred with angry tears. But then she noticed,
right below J Roberts, another possibility: J S Roberts.
I can't, she told herself. I can't try it again.
She took a shower. She looked at her naked body in the mirror
while towelling off. She had put it through a lot since Jonelle.
Only today was her ass feeling normal again, after Rob's ferocious
rape. But it still looked pretty good. If she saw it, Laura
thought, she'd be tempted. Wouldn't she? Wouldn't she want to . .
. touch me?
She stood by the phone again, in her bathrobe, staring at it.
Should I? How can I not?
She picked it up and dialed the second number. A little boy
answered. Laura's heart was beating frantically, and her breath was
short.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this . . . Eric Roberts?" A stab in the dark.
"How'd you know?"
Laura just about dissolved into tears of relief this time.
But she caught herself. "Oh . . . I'm an old friend of your Mom's.
I just took a wild guess. Is . . . she home? Your Mom?"
"She's at work. Don't get home till about six."
"Oh. Well. Maybe I'll call her then."
Now Eric remembered his manners. "Can I tell her who you
are?" he asked.
"Oh . . . no, I guess not. I'll surprise her. Don't tell
her. Thank you, Eric."
"You're welcome."
"Bye now."
"Bye."
She kept herself busy with work until six, but then got a real
case of nerves as she sat by the phone, trying to work up the
courage to call again. What if she hangs up? What if she doesn't
even want to see me? And what if I do see her but can't have her?
She was a wreck. Finally, gritting her teeth, she picked up
the phone and dialed, holding her breath.
"Hello?"
It was Jonelle's voice. Laura was paralyzed. She couldn't
even speak.
"Hello?" Jonelle said again. "Who is this?"
"Jonelle it's Laura," Laura said in one quick breath, running
the words together. "Don't hang up please. Please."
There was a long pause, but Jonelle didn't hang up. When she
spoke again, her voice was very soft, faraway. "I . . . wouldn't
hang up. Where are you?"
"I . . . I'm here. Dallas. I'm attending a trade show."
Laura began to cry without knowing why. "I couldn't keep myself
from . . . calling you," she sobbed softly.
"Don't cry, Laura," Jonelle said patiently. "Did you get my
letter?"
"Yes."
"Don't cry. No reason to cry." Laura's crying seemed to bite
deeply into Jonelle.
"I want to see you. But I'll understand, if you don't want
to. We could meet in public. Nothing would happen, I swear it."
Another long pause. Jonelle was thinking. Laura was holding
her breath, biting her lower lip. The urge to cry was gone.
"I don't think so," Jonelle finally said, in nearly a whisper.
"Please!"
I'll do anything! Laura wanted to say. She wanted to beg,
plead, implore.
"Oh god, Jonelle, I love you, I love you," she suddenly let
her voice pour into the telephone, losing all control. "Just let me
see you for a moment. Only a moment. I won't even . . ."
"Won't even what?" Jonelle said, but not sharply. Instead,
her voice was punctuated by soft giggles, as if Laura were being
preposterous.
"You're laughing at me," Laura said, softly.
"No, I'm not," Jonelle said evenly. "You want to come over
here for dinner?"
Laura gulped. "Oh god, yes!"
"Eric will be here, so remember it's just dinner, all right?"
"Of course. I told you. Nothing else."
"Come right away. I'm fixing it right now. Take a cab."
She gave Laura directions. Laura had the cab driver stop so
she could pick up a bottle of wine. She was so nervous she almost
feared she would wet her pants. And it wasn't sexual wet, this
time. It was fear. Fear of rejection. And yet over the phone
Jonelle had seemed relaxed and friendly.
She greeted Laura at the door of her apartment with a broad
grin and a careful hug.
"Laura, so good to see you."
Laura was speechless. Jonelle had changed her hair, wearing
it out from her head, with fetching bangs, and she looked more
gorgeous that even Laura remembered. Laura's words were all tangled
up inside her throat.
"I . . ." she gulped, thrusting the wine in its grocery bag
out into Jonelle's arms.
"This is Eric."
"Hi," Eric said.
"Hi. We spoke on the phone this afternoon," Laura stammered.
But she had finally got her voice back. "Jonelle . . . you look
beautiful."
Jonelle closed the door. "You too," she smiled. She shook
her head. "Some times I can't believe how beautiful you are."
"Well, enough flattering each other," Laura said as she
removed her coat.
She and Jonelle were uncomfortable, but Eric soon made
everything okay by warming to Laura, and showing her his model
planes. They had a simple dinner, and Jonelle talked about her job,
and her new life in Dallas. Each had a glass of wine, but only one,
which loosened them up. After dinner Eric did his homework while
Laura and Jonelle remained at the kitchen table.
Only now, when they were more alone than before, did Laura
start feeling the stirrings of sexual desire. After all, the girl
was shockingly beautiful. If I'd never met her, I'd still want her,
she realized. But she controlled her feelings ruthlessly.
Just sitting across from Jonelle, being able to look at her,
made her throb with happiness. And Jonelle seemed happy too. But
after Eric went to bed, things grew more uncomfortable. They both
knew what was in the air.
Laura even reached across the table and put her hand on
Jonelle's, gazing deeply into her eyes. But Jonelle slowly pulled
her hand back. She shook her head slowly, slowly.
"I know," Laura said, bleakly. "I wasn't trying anything.
Really."
Suddenly two big tears rolled down Jonelle's cheeks. "I
haven't let anyone touch me since you did," she whispered, so softly
that Laura could barely hear her.
Laura felt a pang of guilt. She herself had had enough
fucking for two or three lifetimes since she had seen Jonelle.
"But you're so beautiful," she said. "Men must be fighting
each other to take you out."
Jonelle smiled grimly. "They want to. I don't want to."
Laura looked at her fingers. "I shouldn't have come."
"No. I'm glad you came. I . . . miss you, Laura. I never
knew anyone like you."
The tears kept rolling. They spilled off Jonelle's silken
cheeks onto the table.
"It kills me to see you cry," Laura said. "I'd better leave."
She hoped against hope to hear Jonelle say, No, don't leave.
Stay. Stay with me tonight. But Jonelle nodded, slowly,
resignedly.
In the livingroom, Jonelle was still silently crying, the big
tears turning her cheeks slick and wet. Laura couldn't resist
reaching for her as she tried to get Laura's coat. Jonelle almost
fell into her arms, and their lips met in a searching, long,
emotional kiss. Both of them were trembling with longing and sexual
need by the time their mouths came apart.
"My son is asleep in this apartment," Jonelle whispered
against Laura's cheek.
Her tears were all over Laura's face now too. Laura kissed
her again, more briefly this time. "I know," she breathed. "I
would never do anything to hurt you, or him. Never. I love you,
Jonelle."
She opened the door. Jonelle looked desolate. She grapped
Laura's sleeve, then closed the door again, pushing Laura against
it, kissing Laura desperately.
"I love you too, Laura," she whispered against Laura's teeth.
"I wish---"
"Don't say it," Laura interrupted her. She pressed two
fingers against Jonelle's ravishing, sensual mouth. "Don't say it.
Let me imagine it."
Laura slipped out and ran downstairs. She caught a cab a
block away, almost doubled over with the pain of leaving Jonelle
like that. It was the bitterest experience of her life, and on the
way back to the hotel in the cab she herself cried in an agony of
loss.
Back in her room, she spent most of the night staring into the
darkness, aching. Around 3 a.m. she fell asleep in the chair,
awakening at 7, stiff and dry and feeling the hurt worse than ever.
She took a bath, fell asleep in it again, and awoke when the water
got cold. It was a little after 8. She had to be at the trade show
by 9, but she couldn't get herself interested in it.
Finally, she dressed, and was about to leave her room for the
meeting rooms below in the hotel, when her phone rang. Who could
that be? She picked it up.
"Laura?" It was Jonelle, her voice tentative and faint.
"Yes," Laura said, trying to survive the shock of hearing
Jonelle’s voice after thinking about her all night. "Yes, Jonelle.
It's so good to hear your voice."
"I'm downstairs. Here. In your hotel. Can I come up?"
"Oh god, yes, please, come up. Come up now." She tried not
to let the plangent longing in her voice become too overpowering.
"You'll have to tell me the room number. They won't tell me,
you know."
"Of course. Room 833."
"I'll be there in a minute."
Laura put down the phone and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face seemed gaunt and hollow and stricken, but a new light was
now glowing in her eyes, and she realized that she was still alive.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at her door.
She let Jonelle in. "I thought you were supposed to be at
work," she said.
"I thought you were supposed to be at that show downstairs."
"I don't have to be there until nine," Laura said, looking at
her watch. It was almost eight thirty.
Laura closed the door. Jonelle watched her.
"Don't you want to put that inside lock on?" Jonelle asked,
seeming nervous for some reason. "What if some crazy person has a
key? You know, I read about some robberies going on in these
downtown hotels."
"Okay, if you think so," Laura said, fastening the lock.
"Here, let me take your coat."
She draped Jonelle's coat over the back of the straight chair,
then turned to find Jonelle standing right behind her. Their faces
were inches apart. Laura could feel Jonelle's warm breath on her
face, and it was enough to nearly send her reeling.
"Oh baby baby," she murmured softly as Jonelle moved into her
arms.
At first their kiss was slow and searching, like last night's,
but soon it became hot and demanding. While they were still kissing
Jonelle began whimpering, and Laura moaned softly. Both had been so
excited from seeing each other last night that Laura had not noticed
that Jonelle had gained weight. No longer rail-thin, as she had
been, she had put on about ten pounds, and Laura's fingers could
feel the new firm flesh as she squeezed and caressed Jonelle while
their tongues probed and intermingled.
One of the two kingsized beds in the room was right behind
them, and they half-fell, half-sat on it, devouring each other's
mouths more than kissing now. Laura's lips ran up and down Jonelle's
wonderful smooth black neck. Jonelle shut her eyes, but then opened
them again, kissing Laura back, kissing Laura's throat, her ear, her
cheek.
"Couldn't stay away from you," she murmured. "I need you too
bad."
"I can't stop kissing you," Laura said.
But she was reluctant to make any other move, even though it
was clear why Jonelle had come. I can't let her think I only want
her for sex, she thought.
But Jonelle seemed to know what Laura was feeling. Without
asking, she began to unbutton the back of Laura's blouse as they
kissed. Soon she had it half-removed, and her mouth fell to Laura's
shoulder, then moved to her clavicle, then dipped to the upper
slopes of Laura's breasts.
Laura took this as permission. Jonelle was wearing a thin
yellow jersey, and Laura began tugging it up, over her bra, until
both of them finally had to pull it over her head. Laura shrugged
off her loose blouse, and they kissed slowly, solemnly again. Now
Laura dropped her lips to Jonelle's delicious dark shoulder and
devoured it, pulling off the bra strap in the process.
It was only a few more inches to the clasp between Jonelle's
shallow bra cups, and Laura's fingers had it undone in a second.
She pulled the cups away and saw that Jonelle's weight gain had
given her small but very real breasts, where there had been only
swellings and large soft black nipples before. Laura cupped them
and squeezed them with her hands, licking one of Jonelle's bulbous,
protruding nipples.
But before she could go on, Jonelle pulled her head up. Her
eyes were deep, as Laura had remembered them, deep and dark,
swirling with love and need and solemn joy.
"Let's do this right," she whispered. "Let's get under the
covers together and do it all day."
Laura knew this was Jonelle's way of saying they should both
be naked.
"I don't know," she purred. "I kind of like raping you, with
half your clothes on and half off."
"Oh. You always were so evil," Jonelle beamed, reaching
behind Laura to unclasp her bra.
Quickly they helped each other undress. Then Laura pulled
back the spread and blankets, and they got under the sheet.
"Satisfied?" she asked, pulling Jonelle's lean, naked,
beautiful body against hers.
"Mmmmm, not yet," Jonelle smiled. "But almost."
They began making love slowly, patiently, reawakening their
love and lust for each other, but both were too hungry to take it
slowly for long. Laura couldn't just kiss Jonelle's new, exquisite
breasts, but had to nearly swallow them. And Jonelle nearly did the
same to Laura's. In minutes they were whimpering and squirming.
Laura slipped down between the moaning Jonelle's thighs,
kissing her freely flowing cunt, tonguing it lovingly. And even
though she was not a quick or easy comer, Jonelle's pent up need
came gushing forth. Every muscle in her lean body seemed to clench.
She arched her back, her face contorted in brief agony that quickly
ran to fierce pleasure, and she came furiously.
"Aaanngghhuummmggnn!" she cried out, her body shuddering as
Laura continued to tongue-caress her spasming pussy. "Oh! Oh Laura
god Laura! Ungghmmnnghiieeee!"
Without stopping, Laura managed to get the corner of the sheet
up to Jonelle's mouth, to muffle her helpless screams of rapture.
But after a moment she let her hand relax, for Jonelle had sunk into
her trance of ecstacy, a deep swoon of silent, trembling bliss that
consumed her for minutes. When she finally surfaced from it, Laura
was holding her, kissing her, and Jonelle was stunned and reeling
from shock.
Her eyes watered, and then tears slid slowly down her cheeks.
But only a few. She looked at Laura.
"Every time you see me, I'm crying," she whispered, almost
inaudibly.
"But this time good crying," Laura whispered back.
"I don't know how you can make me feel like that. Nobody ever
made me feel like that."
The intermingling of their emotions, as well as their naked
bodies, was so intense that Laura was on the verge of coming
herself, just from her deep interaction with Jonelle's climax. And
when Jonelle began to kiss her, she nearly swooned too.
"Oh! Ohhnnnnn!" she sighed as Jonelle kissed her way slowly
down Laura's body.
She lingered over Laura's breasts, squeezing and sucking them
lovingly, sucking even harder when Laura begged her, bringing Laura,
who was already almost coming, quickly to the brink of a sharp
orgasm.
"Ahh! Oh . . . oh god honey . . . oh I'm going to come Jon .
. . oh god Jonelle yes yes . . . touch me touch my pussy I'm going
oh oh!" she panted, almost hysterically, churning her hips
frantically.
"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . ." Jonelle murmured, her fingers
rhythmically stroking Laura's distended clit.
Laura came in a sudden, blinding flash. Even though she knew
she was going to come, the power of it stunned her, robbing her of
breath, wrenching her in a sublime ecstacy. Her feelings for
Jonelle were so deep that this climax was a shattering experience
for her, sending her deep, deep into the same zone of rapture
Jonelle had visited. Her body throbbed and pulsed with honeyfire,
and it was a long time before even a groan escaped from her throat.
"Aunngghhhh!" she cried out. "Oh! Oh! Oh . . . Jonelle oh
god!"
She didn't pass out, but it was a close call, and it took her
a while to drift back to consciousness from behind a shattering
explosion of bliss. Jonelle was hugging and stroking and kissing
her, and she smiled as their lips met again.
"God, how could we ever live without each other?" Laura asked
softly. "I thought I was going to die."
Jonelle's eyes were full of love. "I missed you, Laura."
"If we make each other come like that, we'll both be dead by
the end of the day."
Jonelle smiled warmly, pulling Laura's naked body roughly
against hers. "I think we might be able to do a little more before
we get into the danger area," she said, showing a sexual
aggressiveness that Laura had only seen a few times in the past, and
that contrasted so fetchingly with her shyness.
"Ummmm, so you want more, do you?" Laura teased.
Jonelle rolled onto her back, pulling Laura over on top of
her. Her dark eyes were solemn. "Never no one but you," she said,
her eyes filling with tears again as she pulled Laura's mouth down
into her own, giving Laura a fierce, demanding kiss.
And this time they each gave free reign to their hunger for
one another. The first time they had both been ready to burst,
having contained their pent up need, both emotional and physical,
for so long. But now they wanted to consume each other, and they
tore at each other heatedly, whimpering, biting, fucking in a wild,
passionate fury of desire.
They each made the other come twice more, and before either
could come down from the second climax Laura was entwining her legs
with Jonelle and bringing their hot, squinchy, wet pussies together.
She had never done this with Jonelle, and the girl nearly fainted
from the intensity of sensation as she felt her pussy being kissed
by Laura's.
"Oh! Oh Jesus!" she moaned, staring straight into Laura's
eyes as their cunts met and mashed together. "Oh . . . oh Laura!
Oh god!"
"Hold on, baby, hold on," Laura coached her. "Grab my leg and
. . . yes, fuck me, like that, unh . . . unh! Yes, harder, unggh!"
Grinding their pulsing, wet pussies together, they moaned and
murmured to one another, each stroking the other's leg, holding it
and fucking the other one hard, their bodies surging and twisting
together as they drove each other crazy. As they drew closer to a
climax, Laura pushed herself up off the bed, so that she was really
on top, with Jonelle under her, Jonelle's right leg raised high in
the air and propped on Laura's shoulder.
This gave Laura more leverage, and she began fucking Jonelle
even harder, driving the girl into a delirium of sweet wild sexual
pleasure, pushing the slippery wet lips of her cunt into Jonelle's
soupy warm slit. Just looking at Jonelle's beautiful face, torn
with wild sexual excitement, and her small, gorgeous, jiggling
breasts and the rest of her lean, lovely body straining and writhing
as Laura fucked her made Laura nearly spill over herself with coming
before she was ready. She had never seen anything so beautiful, nor
had she felt such love mingled with such overpowering lust.
Jonelle began to come, stunned by the force of her orgasm, and
Laura was right behind, whinnying uncontrollably as the sharp spasms
of a fierce climax ripped through her flesh.
"Auungghh!" she groaned, whimpering, then moaning as
successive waves of shattering pleasure wracked her body.
But Jonelle had sunk again into her reeling rapture, and was
making no sound. Instead, she was locked in a deep trance, her face
transfigured, her body shuddering as the phenomenally strong orgasm
wrenched her in repeating sharp spasms. Laura, still panting,
disentangled their legs and embraced Jonelle, kissing her again as
she slowly surfaced from the depths of her bliss.
"Dear god," she finally said, eyes glazed, staring up at
Laura. "You tryin' to kill me with fuckin' all over again."
"No, trying to love you to death," Laura said, kissing her
with deep feeling.
"It felt so good," Jonelle beamed. "Feeling your . . . you
know, your thingee, pressed against mine. I just came and came."
"Me too. I can't get enough of you."
They rested and fucked and rested and fucked through the rest
of the morning. By noon each had climaxed ten or eleven times.
They ordered room service, and Jonelle hid in the bathroom when it
was delivered since both were nervous about the moaning they had
done, wondering if anyone outside in the hallway had heard them.
Laura remembered her hotel room experience with Yvette, when a
bellhop had leered at them afterward and made salacious remarks.
"Aren't you supposed to be going to that trade show
downstairs?" Jonelle asked Laura after lunch.
Laura nodded. "I'll tell you something honestly. If I lost
my job over this, I wouldn't care. To have you here . . . it's just
the best thing in my life."
Now Laura began to cry, softly, tears rolling quickly down her
cheeks.
"Girl, if it's not me, it's you," Jonelle said, coming around
the small table to her, kissing her tears, then slipping her hands
inside Laura's robe. "Guess we have to do a little more healing of
the wounds," she whispered.
"I . . . guess so," Laura smiled through her tears.
She didn't know how they could have a more emotionally or
physically wrenching fuck than they had already had during the
morning, but they did. The lunch pause seemed to have energized
them both, and they made love first with a slow, simmering leisure,
doing sixty-nine for the first time that day. But after a half hour
of slow buildup, they began writhing and pumping again.
Jonelle, more aggressive than Laura had ever seen her, brought
Laura to three gasping, moaning, whinnying climaxes in a row,
fucking her hard, biting Laura's nipples after Laura begged her to,
and even fingering Laura's ass while Laura came exultantly. Then it
was Laura's turn to return the favor. She lavished a symphony of
sexual skill on the beautiful girl, toying with Jonelle, who was
already wildly aroused, bringing her up, letting her down, but not
letting her come, until Jonelle was actually begging her.
Finally, she gave in, swarming over Jonelle's beautiful, lean,
smooth, undulting body, kissing and squeezing and sucking her,
bringing uncontrollable moans of need from her. Childbirth had made
Jonelle's nipples less sensitive, and she liked Laura to bite them,
so now, fucking her hard, Laura nearly swallowed the exquisite
little breasts, one at a time, letting each one escape from her
mouth only to catch Jonelle's nipple between her teeth and sink them
slowly into it.
Jonelle exploded in a prolonged sequence of orgasms that
Laura kept going by clever caresses. She had already come almost a
dozen times, and Laura knew these orgasms were deeper and more
excruciating than the earlier ones. Carefully, she covered
Jonelle's mouth, then sucked her small breasts hard and scissored
her clit with two fingers, feeling Jonelle buck and shudder, then
sink into a fierce trance of coming.
And while she was still sunk deep in the rapture, Laura slid
down and began to tongue Jonelle's beautifully shaped pussy, the
most beautiful Laura had ever seen, and she had seen many. She
licked and kissed it and slid her tongue way up inside, nuzzling
Jonelle's clit, then flicking it with her tongue.
"Ohnnnn!" Jonelle moaned, surfacing from her deep orgasm,
writhing, stretching, arching her back, quivering sharply. "Oh . .
. oh god oh Jesus Laura . . . please oh god please unhhh! Oh!
Unggghh! Oh god . . . I'm going to . . . again! Oh shit, again!
Ungghh! Oh!"
She went into convulsions, coming in glorious, wrenching
shocks, nearly passing out as Laura kept up the pressure, fucking
her harder, turning her over. Now Laura focused on Jonelle's small,
shapely, beautiful ass. God, is there anything about this woman
that isn't totally gorgeous? she wondered as she began kissing and
kneading Jonelle's hard, round little buns passionately.
Only Chanitra had a more beautiful ass, and not by much.
Laura devoured it, kissing the smooth round moons, then biting,
nipping them, bringing hot squeals of excitement from Jonelle.
Laura was rubbing her wet pussy at the same time, then invading the
crack between Jonelle's tight little buns with her tongue. Jonelle
went wild. She squimred and whimpered into the sheet.
Laura knew what she was doing and timed the entrance of her
tongue into Jonelle's tiny asshole to coincide with the push of her
two fingers against Jonelle's clit, which quickly sent Jonelle off
into another convulsive, moonstruck, shattering orgasm. Laura
continued to tongue-fuck the wriggling girl's beautiful ass while
she came. But this was merely a prelude to the rape that followed.
Laura turned the still-coming Jonelle again onto her back,
sliding a pillow under her squirming ass, and turned up the heat a
notch or two. Now that Jonelle's asshole was lubricated with
Laura's saliva, she slid first one, then two fingers into it while
continuing to assault Jonelle's beautiful, flowing pussy with her
mouth. And now she fucked the girl hard, bringing Jonelle up again
from her trance of ecstacy, triggering yet another fierce orgasm.
"Unngghh! Oh . . . oh god Laura . . . please!" Jonelle
whimpered. "OH GOD! AUUNGGHH!" she cried as she came again, this
time a violent shock of convulsions that wrenched her beautiful
body.
"Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura murmured, hanging onto Jonelle
as the girl endured a fierce total rapture.
Laura had never seen anyone come any harder. It was about the
seventeenth or eighteenth orgasm Jonelle had had since she had
walked through the door, and after the initial explosion this time
she did actually pass out for a few seconds. Laura held her and
rocked her, and she came back quickly, her eyelids fluttering as she
gazed up at Laura.
"You makin' me into a sex fiend, I swear," Jonelle whispered
hoarsely. "What would my little boy think if he saw me layin' here
with you, comin' like that?"
"He wouldn't see it, I hope," Laura said calmly. "Why, aren't
you happy?"
Jonelle's eyes watered. "Don't you make me start crying
again, Laura. I've never been this happy."
"Me either," Laura confessed, surrendered her own body now to
Jonelle, who swarmed over her in passion and gratitude, fucking
Laura ingeniously, patiently, creatively until Laura too was coming
in unbelievable long strings of orgasms, her body pushed to its
sexual limits.
In the next twenty minutes, Laura had six orgasms, each one
stronger than the last, the final one a fierce, wrenching,
excruciating bell-ringer that had her groaning, whinnying
helplessly, and sobbing uncontrollably into the sheets as Jonelle
first cranked up the tension to an unbearable level, having learned
her lessons well, then let the dam burst with a shockingly throrough
rape of Laura.
When Laura finally came back from a long swoon of ecstacy, she
shook her head, smiling at Jonelle. "Looks like I've created a
monster," she teased. "You raped me."
Jonelle lowered her head, trying to look guilty. "I wanted
to."
"Oh, you delicious woman!" Laura exclaimed, pulling the
delightful Jonelle down into the rumpled sheets, where both had
given one another more orgasms than they had ever shared before. "I
remember the night you were scandalized because I dared to kiss
you."
"I still am," Jonelle said, eyes wide. "I really don't
believe we're doing this now. And all day, too."
"I know." Laura felt the pressure of time suddenly. "How
long can you stay?"
Jonelle burst into giggles. "Don't much matter now," she
said. "I don't think either one of us has another climax left."
Laura knew she was right. They had exhausted one another.
And yet the idea of parting pierced her deep in her heart. They
lived in different cities now. And of course the matter of Yvette,
and Laura's relationship with her, had never come up. But Jonelle
could see what she was feeling. She kissed Laura's cheek.
"I know what you feel," she whispered. "I feel it too."
Jonelle's eyes watered. "But we'll see each other. I know we
will."
But the tears were already streaking Laura's cheeks. "Is this
really all we're going to have of each other? Just a hotel room,
once a year, or less?" she wept softly. "Jonelle . . . I love you.
I know I hurt you. But . . . I never felt this way for anyone
else."
She knew she was lying. What about Rina? What about Brandi?
Or even Karen? But at least she didn't feel any more for them than
she felt for this sweet girl. Rina was gone. Brandi would never be
hers for more than a few hours. Karen and she together were sick,
perverted. But Jonelle . . . ?
They cried some more together.
"God, all we've done today is fuck and cry, cry and fuck,"
Laura finally giggled, her tears mingling with Jonelle's as they
became sexually entangled again, knowing it would be the last time
for . . . how long?
"Since we been crying, guess it's time to start fucking
again," Jonelle smiled through her own tears, making them both
laugh.
And even though they had both climaxed over twenty times and
were exhausted, they coiled together as if this were the last time
ever and they had to make it count. And Laura knew, as Jonelle
knew, that indeed it could be the last time. Who could say?
And though they had shared some sweet, intensely emotional sex
together in the past, they made this the most agonizingly intense
ever. They explored one another patiently, even ingeniously, but by
the time they were both ready to come, they were face to face, tears
pouring down their cheeks as they kissed and coaxed one another into
helpless, quaking, yearning spasms of killing ecstacy.
It was the saddest and most joyous moment Laura had ever
experienced, and she knew Jonelle felt that way too, except perhaps
for the birth of her son. When they came, together, both were
staring deeply into each other's eyes, throbbing and dying together
on the same wave, their bodies linked and melting together
everywhere.
By the time Jonelle quickly put on her clothes and left, they
were both so physically and emotionally fatigued that they could
barely speak. At the door of Laura's hotel room, they kissed again,
deeply, both in agony at parting.
"I simply can't live without you, Jonelle," Laura whispered to
her.
Jonelle smiled bleakly. "We have to."
"I know. But I can't."
"You know where I am. You call me. You the one with the big
corporate job. You come visit me. Okay?"
"Okay."
They had no more to say. After another long look deep into
each other, Jonelle slipped out and Laura watched her walk down the
hotel corridor to the elevator.