Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 115

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 115 - A Story about a white woman who has a special desire for relationships with beautiful African-American women, including a few teenagers

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   True Story   Cheating   BDSM   DomSub   Spanking   Rough   Light Bond   Humiliation   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Female   White Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Lactation  

Laura wondered if she had ever felt such pain. She was so overcome by it, physically as well as emotionally, that she had to take the next two days off work. She lay in bed, doing nothing, staring at the TV, seeing nothing. Then she hit the vodka bottle, winding up sick, puking, full of self-loathing and fierce remorse.

Finally she realized she would have to go back to work, no matter what, no matter how it hurt. She couldn't even bear to think of Trina. She couldn't bear to see either Sholandra or Yvette, and both of them seemed miffed by her aloofness, her lack of warmth, misinterpreting it as rejection.

After about a week, she began to feel horny, almost in spite of herself. She realized that, tramp that she was, she was used to fucking. Several times a week. Being kicked out by Trina was the worst pain she had ever felt, but her body was hooked on the drug, and it began to ache and throb, wanting sex.

She remembered that in the past, when she was in a mood like this, she had called Karen. Karen did the same to her. They used each other to obliterate their temporal disappointments in rough sex. But last time, with Karen, it had got almost too rough for Laura. Karen had raped her, raped her viciously, nearly injured her, and Laura was very reluctant to call her. No matter how bad my pain is, I don't need that, she thought.

But finally she was desperately horny. She found herself wishing that Kim lived closer. Kim was a miracle, a fucking machine pure and simple, no guilt, no ulterior motives, no expectations other than hours of athletic fucking and monster orgasms.

Laura also thought of Barbara, whom she knew would be happy to assuage her pains with raw and exhilarating sex. But Barbara was too close to it all, close to Rhonda, who already was screwing Yvette, and who wanted Sholandra. And Barbara was a curious mixture of cynicism and vulnerability, easily jealous herself of Laura's other lovers, and yet deeply cynical about lesbian relationships. It was more than Laura wanted to deal with.

When the horniness got too bad, she put on Brandi's video and masturbated, even though Brandi was never naked in it for a second. But she had been naked in Laura's arms, plenty of times, and Laura remembered. In this way she temporarily got her mind off her desolation, and briefly satisfied her body's cravings.

Then, as if sensing what Laura needed so desperately, Lorrie called.

"Hi, I've got a two-day-layover. Can I lay over with you?" she asked brightly, bubbling exuberantly in exactly the way Laura remembered her.

"I'd be offended if you didn't," Laura said. "I've missed you."

"Mmmmm, you're scaring me. You know, I repressed our whole time together. Too wicked for me. I'm a nice girl. My mom wouldn't approve."

"That's okay, mine wouldn't either. But you still want to... visit?" Laura searched for the right word.

"Can you pick me up at the airport?"

"Name the time."

"Tonight. Ten fifteen."

Laura got directions where to pick her up, then hung up, her heart pounding. The aching sense of loss from losing Trina was not gone, but her spirits lifted considerably. Until she looked in the mirror.

After all, she had spent nearly a week in an agony of mourning and depression, either asleep or half-drunk or staring stupefyingly at the TV. There were grey circles under her puffy eyes, her hair was a tangle, her cheeks gaunt and colorless, her eyes bleary. But when she looked into her own face, she could think only of Trina, and she had to stop. The crying began again. And the shame, the guilt, the mortification over her own recklessness.

The scratches on her back had healed, but her heart felt like a festering wound. And now Lorrie had phoned, bright and cheerful, as if to emphasize how far Laura had fallen. And she wants you, Laura sniffled. Wants to sleep with you, obviously. This Playmate of the Month. This gorgeous creature, with her perfect body. Wants to sleep with you. And you're mooning around about Trina?

She tried to be cheerful and picked up Lorrie at the appointed time.

"God, I love a Playmate of the Month in a uniform," she cracked as she helped Lorrie get her small flight attendant's suitcase into the trunk.

Lorrie grinned, flashing her dimples. "Want to borrow my hat? The men all get hard-ons when they see me in it."

And Lorrie did look ravishing in her tailored airline uniform, short skirt, perky little hat.

"You better watch out for those hard-ons," she teased Lorrie as they got into the car. "They can leave a deposit that grows."

"Don't I know it."

Both were silent as Laura headed for the freeway, but Lorrie spoke up again before long.

"I did go to bed with five guys since I saw you last, though," she said. "Just to see if it had changed me."

"Five guys at the same time? I'm impressed." Laura continued to tease her, though her gut roiled with jealousy.

"No, silly. One at a time."

"And?"

Lorrie caressed Laura's bare knee tenderly with her fingernails. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Her smile and her glowing black eyes made Laura shiver in excitement. When they arrived at her apartment, she asked if Lorrie wanted to take a bath.

"Mmmmm, I remember what happened last time I took a bath here," Lorrie said suggestively.

Laura blushed.

"Want to take one together?" Lorrie asked.

"Wouldn't you rather have a drink first, after that long flight?"

"Actually, I would. Got any vodka around here?"

Laura, who had been drinking far too much in the past week, had two unopened bottles. She made them each a vodka tonic, and when Lorrie followed her into the kitchen, she quickly led her back to the sofa, remembering what had happened in the kitchen last time, where Lorrie had come standing up with her back against the refrigerator.

"I'll bet you remember what happened in there too, don't you?" she said softly, winking.

"How could I forget it?" Lorrie said seriously.

They sat next to one another on the sofa, enjoying their drinks and their easy intimacy. Lorrie was just what Laura needed at this juncture, a very easy person to be with, relaxed and confident and sexy and obviously as enamored of Laura as Laura was of her. Both of them knew they were going to fuck all night, and there was no need to hurry things.

After a while they began kissing. Laura unbuttoned the top button of Lorrie's uniform shirt and kissed her throat.

"Guess this means I'm a lesbo just like you," Lorrie cracked.

"Why do you say that?" Laura asked softly, unbuttoning the next button, kissing her warm, dark, smooth neck.

"Oh... I guess because I really like this," Lorrie smiled warmly, gazing into Laura's eyes. "I like it better than I did with any of those guys. You're awfully good to me."

Laura unbuttoned the third button. "Girls in uniforms turn me on, I told you that."

Now Lorrie began unbuttoning Laura's shirt too. "Tell me how many girls you went to bed with since you saw me last," she said. "I'll bet it was more than five. I'll bet you."

Laura started counting back and quickly realized that it was actually nine or ten, more if you counted multiple times with the same girl. God, I really am a tramp after all, she thought. It's true. Karen, Chanitra, Yvette, Sholandra, Rhonda, Kim, Barbara, Cecilia, Brandi, Trina...

"Only a few more," she confessed. "But they're mostly friends I've known a long time."

"Like fuck buddies, right? I knew a gay flight attendant, that's what he called them. Just fuck buddies."

Laura had never heard the phrase, but she liked it. It surely fit her relationships with Barbara, Karen, Rhonda (that bitch, she thought), Cecilia, Kim, almost everybody but Brandi and Trina, and maybe Yvette.

"I guess you could call them that," she said, burrowing her lips into the delectable shallow below one of Lorrie's perfect clavicles.

Lorrie shivered excitedly. She unbuttoned Laura's second button and kissed Laura's neck.

"I didn't mean that about lesbo," she whispered. "I mean... I've had a little difficulty adjusting to the fact that I want you more than a man."

"I'm flattered."

Now she had Lorrie's uniform shirt completely unbuttoned, except for the part that remained inside her skirt. She dropped her fingers to Lorrie's wide belt, cinched tight around her incredibly slender waist.

"I mean, with you I had eight orgasms. God, I can still hardly believe it. With one of those guys I had two. With one I didn't have any."

"Mmmmm, I'm going to give you another one in a minute," Laura purred, removing Lorrie's belt, pulling her shirttails out of her skirt and unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.

"Wait just a minute," Lorrie insisted.

She unbuttoned the rest of Laura's shirt too, then took it off Laura. Laura helped her take hers off.

"God, you are breathtaking," she told Lorrie.

Lorrie winked, showing her dimples. "Once a man came before he could even stick it in me," she laughed softly. "All over my thigh. Ugh!"

"Poor guy. I'll bet he was sorry."

"You should have seen his face."

"I'd rather look at yours."

Laura kissed the cleavage between Lorrie's breasts. She reached behind Lorrie and unfastened the clasp at the same time. Lorrie's bra fell away and Laura filled her hands with the exquisite, perfect globes, kissing them everywhere, encircling Lorrie's nipples with kisses, making her crave more.

Lorrie squirmed. Her breathing accelerated.

"Suck me, Laura. Quit teasing me," she panted softly, taking Laura's head in her hands and pushing Laura's mouth toward one of her gleaming, black, swollen nipples.

Laura smiled up at her. She took Lorrie's exquisitely-formed breast in both hands, squeezing it slightly so that the thick nipple flared, then began to lick it sensually, covering it with warm spittle and making Lorrie whimper softly as she watched and felt it. Finally, she closed her lips over the thick wet bud, sucking it slowly into her mouth, tonguing it as she sucked, then sucking it harder.

Lorrie moaned. She twisted, grimacing with pleasure, watching Laura's mouth on her nipple as Laura teased and sucked it, gripping it lightly with her teeth, tugging it, then sucking it hard again, then licking it, covering it with shiny warm spittle, then sucking it again. She spent a long time on it, then turned to Lorrie's other nipple and did the same, toying with it, teasing and sucking it, squeezing Lorrie's perfect breast, pinching the other damp, erect nipple at the same time with her thumb and forefinger, until Lorrie's eyes were on fire, and her whimpering was uncontrollable.

"Fuck me, Laura, fuck me, do it right here, I can't wait," she panted desperately, writhing in the sofa pillows as Laura lovingly tormented her delicious breasts. "Really, please, now, do it now, do me now, please, I... I'm going to come any second. Oh please!"

"You still have your skirt on, silly," Laura purred, unzippering it without removing her lips from Lorrie's fascinating nipples.

"Oh! Oh!" Lorrie gasped, wriggling and helping Laura get the skirt and her panties off.

"God, what a beautiful body," Laura said again.

"Oh, do me now, fuck me now, Laura, please, now, quick!"

"Mmmmmm, I love to hear you beg me, especially after you gave this delicious body to those beastly men who couldn't satisfy you," Laura purred, kissing her way slowly down Lorrie's beautiful flesh.

"Oh god... oh god!" Lorrie panted, writhing, out of control.

Laura remembered hearing her say that men all over the world had jerked off while looking at pictures of her. No doubt true. Wouldn't they have loved to see her like this, Laura smiled.

A clear sign of her arousal was how wet she was.

"Oh honey, are you ever wet for me," Laura murmured as she finally reached Lorrie's crotch.

Her pussy was open and flowing, her pubic hair matted and glistening with juice. Laura spread the wet hair away from her parted, swollen black labia, exposing the beautiful, shiny inner trench. Lorrie quivered uncontrollably and groaned. She was so close. Laura remembered that she came easily, and knew she would come at the slightest touch now. How could any man not make her come? she wondered. She comes quicker than most of the women I know.

Taking care not to touch Lorrie's hard little clit, swollen and tumid, engorged with frantic need, Laura adroitly slithered her tongue into the girl's open slit, letting Lorrie's copious pussyjuices flow around and over her tongue, relishing her taste, her wild-in-heat flavor. This drove Lorrie crazy, and she began moaning wildly and churning her hips, pumping, her luscious body undulating in a way that made her so desireable that Laura couldn't hold back either.

"Oh god... oh god!" Lorrie whimpered, squeezing her own naked breasts now, twisting them hard and pinching her own excited nipples. "Oh god yes I... I oh Laura I..."

Laura drew her tongue strongly up across Lorrie's exposed clit, then jabbed it a few times. Lorrie burst in a supernova of coming. She cried out so loudly that Laura feared the neighbors might hear.

"Auungghhnnnggiiieeee!" Lorrie moaned, her beautiful face frozen in a seizure of intense ecstacy, her body clenching as the spasms rocked her. "Unnnngggnnuunng... oh god shit again! Auungghiiieeee! Ohnngggiieeee!"

She had two orgasms with only the slightest dip between them, and they shook her beautiful body to the core, leaving her limp and gasping for breath as they waned and Laura held her. Laura was still wearing her bra and her jeans, which both of them realized only after Lorrie began to surface from the intense cloud of passion that had enveloped her.

"Look at you," Lorrie smiled, "raping me like that when you're still almost dressed. Let me take that off you and rape you back."

 
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