Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 80
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 80




          At work on Monday, Barbara caught Laura alone in the bathroom.  

          "Mmmm, I see you got a new hot little piece working in your 
    group," she smiled knowingly.  "You get your tongue into that one 
    yet?"

          Laura acted offended.  "I don't pursue every new girl who 
    comes along," she said, frostily.

          "Like hell you don't," Barbara said.  "When they look like 
    that one, your little white pussy gets all gushy-mushy inside.  I 
    know.  Rhonda's just itching to get her into bed.  Even asked me 
    what I knew about her." 

          "What do you know about her?" Laura asked, pointedly, eyes 
    sparkling with mischief and irony.

          "I know she ain't eager to hop in the sack with the likes of 
    you or Rhonda," Barbara said, with a sarcastic smile.

          "That's hardly news," Laura said.

          "Don't mean either one of you is gonna stop trying, though."

          "Don't lump me in the same group with that . . ." Laura 
    started.

          "Temper temper," Barbara grinned.  

          "I know how she feels.  I'm not pushing it."

          Barbara leaned close, tickling one of Laura's earlobes with 
    the tip of her tongue.  "Then why don't we get together tonight?" 
    she breathed.

          Laura's blood leaped.  "I'll think about it," she said, coyly.

          "Oh, I just love it when you play hard to get.  I'll see you 
    at seven."

          Laura nodded, not trusting herself to speak because of her 
    racing pulse.  She knew they would fuck wildly, in a heated frenzy.
    The knowledge of that almost was enough to take her mind off 
    Sholandra, until they were thrown together in a meeting, in the late 
    afternoon.  Afterward, Sholandra took her aside in the hall.

          "You know, you shouldn't look at me the way you did in there," 
    she whispered.  "It's kind of, you know, obvious.  I mean, most 
    people probably don't know you're a . . ."  She smiled sweetly.  
    "But they will pretty soon if you don't watch it."

          Laura blushed.  Had she really looked that lustfully at 
    Sholandra, in the middle of a business meeting?  Sholandra looked 
    wildly fetching, of course.  She always wore short skirts to show 
    off her short but terrific legs, and scoop-neck blouses that 
    revealed her clear, beautiful skin and perfect bones.  On top of 
    that, there was just something about her that attracted both men and 
    women: her flashing eyes and quick wit, her bold glances, something 
    that made her seem both alluring and dangerous.

          And Laura felt so guilty that she was ready to believe any 
    accusation.  God, maybe I did look at her too much, she thought.  
    Maybe everybody in that meeting knows I want her.

          "I . . . I'm sorry," Laura stammered.  "I guess I didn't 
    realize I was doing it."

          "You're doing it right now."

          "I'm sorry."

          Sholandra smiled, and Laura immediately saw two things in her 
    dark eyes.  One, she was enjoying taunting Laura, making her squirm.  
    Two, she also was enjoying the fact that Laura was obsessively 
    attracted to her, dying to have her.  Laura realized that it put her 
    completely in Sholandra's power.

          "I'll try to do better," she said, hating herself.  "But 
    you're extremely beautiful."

          Sholandra's eyes flashed.  "I'm glad you think so."

          Then she turned and let Laura admire every inch of her from 
    the rear, especially her swaying bottom, as she walked away, knowing 
    Laura was doing it.  

          That night Laura and Barbara fucked wantonly, screwing with 
    such relentless vigor and passion that they were both exhausted by 
    midnight, when Laura went home.  She had let Barbara tie her up and 
    fuck her hard, again and again.  She had come maybe fifteen times, 
    excruciating, shattering orgasms that totally obliterated any 
    thought of Sholandra.  Her body was sore but satiated, wilted with 
    fatigue.

          The next day she was even able to look at the girl with 
    something approaching indifference, brought on by her depletion from 
    the night with Barbara.  And when she ran into Rob at lunch, 
    Sholandra took a seat even further back.

          He pulled her aside on the sidewalk.  "I've been thinking 
    about you."

          Laura smiled.  "I think about you sometimes too."

          He nodded and grinned.  "Promise you won't be shocked if I 
    tell you what I've been thinking."

          "I'm not easily shocked, you know."

          "I was thinking about you, me, and my wife Camille.  
    Together."

          Laura's eyes widened.  Could she believe her ears?  She gulped 
    softly.  God, I thought of it too! she remembered.

          "How does she feel about that?" she asked evenly.

          "She doesn't know.  I didn't ask her.  How do you feel about 
    it?"

          Laura smiled slyly.  "I've never met her.  Never even seen 
    her."

          Rob grinned.  "Believe me, I think you'll like what you see.  
    I thought maybe I'd introduce you, so you two will know each other.  
    Then we can figure out some way for you to be alone together.  I 
    know you must be pretty good at seducing good-looking women," he 
    teased.

          Laura blushed.  "I've had a few successes," she said, 
    demurely.

          "You're so beautiful, and Camille might be a pushover for you.  
    Then, when you two are in bed, I come in."

          "And we have a party," Laura said, eyes twinkling, blood 
    racing.  The idea sounded perfectly delicious to her.

          "I guess you're in?"

          "When can I meet her?"

          "We're having dinner after work at the Iron Horse.  You want 
    to join us?"

          "I'd be delighted."

          "Only one thing," he cautioned her, before they parted.  
    "She's very jealous.  Don't even hint that you and I ever . . . you 
    know."

          "Absolutely," Laura promised.  "Not a word.  Not a gesture."

          "Good," he winked.  "See you there at six-thirty."

          Laura was excited as she walked to the restaurant, after 
    working late.  She actually had butterflies in the pit of her 
    stomach.  She had been invovled in sexual threesomes before, both 
    times with Karen, sharing Rina, and Chanitra, and Rick, very early 
    in her deep involvement with Karen.  But for some reason, this was 
    very different, and exciting.

          And she was even more excited once she got a look at Camille, 
    Rob's wife.  Camille was drop-dead gorgeous, a tall, statuesque 
    knock-out with skin the color of burnished gold, and an exotic, 
    Chinesey slant to her dark, alluring eyes that you saw sometimes in 
    blacks.

          She had a voluptuous, full-figured body, with breasts even 
    larger than Karen's, and a tiny waist.  Laura could feel her pulse 
    racing and her pussy melting as she looked into Camille's smoky 
    eyes, wondering already what it would be like to fuck this fantastic 
    creature.  Lucky Rob, she thought. 
 
          They had a pleasant dinner, and Camille seemed to buy 
    completely Laura's fabrication of a past for her and Rob.  She said 
    they had met through work, and that she had lived in Chicago but 
    only recently moved to the Bay Area.  She made it seem as if she and 
    Rob were only passing acquaintances, and Camille did not seem 
    suspicious.

          At the end of the dinner, they all agreed to meet again, and 
    Rob gave Laura a wink behind Camille's back to let her know 
    everything had gone well.

          But Laura still had to go home alone, filled with thoughts of 
    Sholandra again, and now Camille too.  Fortunately, Cecilia had 
    phoned her and left a message.  Laura saw her occasionally at work, 
    watching her belly grow with dismay and resignation.  She and 
    Cecilia had shared great, scorching moments in bed, and to see her 
    as a young mother was hard.  Laura still wanted her, even though she 
    was about three months pregnant.  And from her phone message, she 
    realized that Cecilia couldn't forget Laura either. 

          "I want to do it with you," she had whispered into the 
    answering machine.  "I know it's terrible.  I'm going to be a mommy.  
    And you probably wouldn't want to do it with a girl who's got a 
    belly like mine.  But I can't forget you, Laura."

          Oh god, I do want her, Laura thought.  I want her bad!

          She phoned.  Cecilia's boyfriend, soon to be husband, 
    answered.  Laura was disconsolate.  She waited half an hour, then 
    phoned again.  He answered again.  Shit! Laura thought.  She wants 
    me!  Why can't you let her have me?

          Then, about fifteen minutes later, Cecilia called her.  "Was 
    that you calling?" she asked.

          "Yes."

          "Thought it might be.  He's so jealous, even when I'm 
    pregnant.  Look, he has to go to work in about an hour.  I'll be 
    over then."

          Laura about died of the wait.  When Cecilia arrived, Laura 
    could hardly believe it. 
 
          "How long has it been?" she asked.

          "I'm three months along," Cecilia said.  "It's been at least 
    three months."

          "You're tummy isn't very big yet."

          "Big enough," Cecilia pouted.  "You used to love my body."

          "Mmmmm, and I still do," Laura purred, beginning to unbutton 
    her blouse, watching the smooth, deeply black skin come into view.

          Cecilia loved being admired, and even in her slightly bloated 
    state she responded with sensual delight to Laura's careful 
    undressing of her.  And for her part, Laura recalled how crazy she 
    was about this phenomenal black black skin, seeming even blacker 
    than usual by contrast with Cecilia's white bra.  Laura kissed it 
    everywhere, Cecilia's gleaming black shoulders, her perfect 
    clavicles, her smooth long neck, her clear chest and the valley 
    between her breasts, which were slightly bigger now than Laura 
    remembered them.

          Already Cecilia's dark eyes were glazed with lust, and her 
    mouth was open and receptive to Laura's increasingly passionate 
    kisses, and Laura embraced her and slowly unfastened her bra.  She 
    removed it and filled her hands with Cecilia's exquisite naked 
    breasts, gently pinching the girl's bulging black nipples with her 
    fingers.

          Cecilia panted softly, and moaned.

          "Are they sore?" Laura whispered.

          "No," Cecilia panted.  "I want you to suck them hard.  My 
    boyfriend won't suck them hard, like you do.  He's afraid of hurting 
    me."

          "So am I," Laura said as she pulled Cecilia down the hall to 
    the bedroom.

          "No," Cecilia shook her head.  "I want you to suck them hard."  
    She grabbed Laura and kissed her searchingly.  "Oh, Laura, when I'm 
    in bed with him I dream of fucking with you."

          "Well, now you are," Laura smiled, quickly slipping out of her 
    own clothes and pulling down the bedcovers.

          Cecilia removed her jeans and they both examined her belly, 
    still wonderfully smooth and black but now swelling slightly.  Laura 
    pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her smooth black belly and 
    midriff tenderly, exploring every delicious inch of it with her lips 
    and fingers, then slyly dipping lower, kissing Cecilia's thighs, 
    teasing her, until her lips finally arrived at Cecilia's wet, 
    blossoming pussy.

          "Ah!  Ohnn!" she gasped as Laura's tongue slipped up into it.

          Laura was as delirious with lust as Cecilia was.  She couldn't 
    restrain herself, although she wanted to explore and relearn every 
    inch of the girl's long, silky, naked body.  But both of them knew 
    they couldn't postpone it, not this first, wild explosion.  Cecilia 
    squeezed and pinched her own breasts while Laura hungrily tongued 
    and sucked her juicy pussy, and in under two minutes she was coming, 
    arching her back and quivering, moaning, churning her hips 
    frantically.

          "Ungghh!  Oh!  Aungghiieee!" she cried out, coming 
    exuberantly, her beautiful face torn with ecstacy.

          And almost before she knew what was happening, Laura found 
    herself on her back, with Cecilia on top of her, kissing her 
    passionately everywhere.

          "Oh god, honey . . . yes!" she gasped, watching one of her 
    aching nipples disappear into Cecilia's hungry mouth.  "Unhhh!  Oh!"

          "Oh god Laura I love to fuck with you," Cecilia panted, 
    devouring Laura's breasts, then quickly descending to Laura's pussy 
    and tonguing and sucking it wildly.

          Laura was already aroused, and it didn't take long for her to 
    come in sharp bursts, biting her own wrist to keep back her screams.  
    She writhed and churned in the grip of a scorching orgasm, then fell 
    back to the bed, exploding in brief gales of giggles from the 
    release of tension, and the phenomenal quickness of it all.

          "Gosh, I guess we really wanted to fuck each other, didn't 
    we," she giggled to Cecilia, who also began giggling.

          "I guess so," Cecilia grinned.  "We both just about went up in 
    smoke."

          "Mmmmm, but there's still enough of us left for this," Laura 
    purred, pushing the delectable girl down again on her back.

          This time she scooped up Cecilia's marvelous dark breasts in 
    her hands and began to feast on them, curling her long tongue around 
    the bursting, shiny black nipples, sucking them, at first gently, 
    then harder, as Cecilia had wanted.

          "Oh yes!  Oh god, Laura . . . yes!" Cecilia whimpered, 
    watching Laura's mouth and hands on her beautifully shaped breasts, 
    gasping ecstatically as Laura sucked one of her nipples in deep.

          Laura had had beautiful breasts in her hands and mouth before, 
    but none more perfect than Cecilia's, and she exulted in sucking and 
    squeezing them, teasing them with her teeth, until Cecilia was again 
    writing and moaning uncontrollably.  Her nipples were wet, erect, 
    swollen, her breasts bunched up in Laura's hands, hard smooth black 
    gourds, and Laura was devouring them hungrily.

          "Oh god . . . oh god!" Cecilia whimpered, squirming, her 
    fingers fluttering spastically in Laura's hair.

          And now Laura released one luscious breast and dropped her 
    hand to Cecilia's crotch, slipping her fingers into the warm, wet 
    groove of Cecilia's pussy.  

          "Are you ready?  Ready, honey, ready?" she whispered to 
    Cecilia, moving the edge of one finger across Cecilia's distended 
    clit.

         "Ohhnnn god . . . yes!  Unngghh!  Oh Laura!  Fuck me, please!  
    Ohnngg!  Unh!  Unh!"

          "Oh, come on now, come, come, come," Laura panted to her, 
    suddenly fucking her pussy hard and sucking one of Cecilia's wet 
    nipples deep into her mouth at the same time, sucking and fucking 
    her so hard that Cecilia simply exploded with coming almost 
    instantaneously.

          "Unggh!  Oh!  Auungghh!" she groaned, her lovely black body 
    arching, quivering.  "Oh!  Unggauungghhh!"

          She was scarcely finished with her orgasm before Laura was 
    slipping down, between her thighs, sliding her own pussy up against 
    Cecilia's, and fucking her cunt-to-cunt now, grinding hard.   She 
    held onto Cecilia's long, flexing leg and jammed her own flowing 
    pussy into Cecilia's squinchy wet slit, pumping vigorously, bringing 
    on another wild climax almost immediately.

          "Ohhh!  Ohhngghiieee!" Cecilia cried out, writhing as the 
    fresh jolts of rapture shook her gleaming, flexing body.

          Laura was right behind her, wrenched by hot spasms, feeling 
    her pussy boil over with coming, her whole quivering body united to 
    Cecilia's as they throbbed in unison, moaning and whimpering.  

          "I love it when you fuck me that way," Cecilia confessed after 
    they disentangled their bodies and embraced again, still throbbing 
    in the afterglow.  "I'm so glad we did this.  I can't think of 
    giving you up, just because I'm pregnant.  You don't mind fucking 
    with a pregnant girl, do you?  I mean, I'm probably your first, 
    right?"

          Laura smiled.  "My first.  But it won't be as easy for you to 
    pop over here after it's born," she said, thinking of how hard it 
    was for Yvette to get away.

          On the other hand, she realized, her life was easier to manage 
    when Yvette and Cecilia weren't always ringing her bell, and hopping 
    into her bed, the dears.  She and Cecilia fucked several more times 
    before midnight, when Cecilia finally left.  Laura realized she had 
    not thought of Sholandra the whole evening, or of Camille and what 
    lay ahead there.

          Her body felt satisfied and still tingled with the memory of 
    Cecilia's hands and lips on it.  And she smiled as she drifted off 
    to sleep, knowing Cecilia felt the same.