Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance - Cover

Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Chapter 214

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 214 - 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 had walked Mavis down to her car in time to get her home before 'Mama' got home, kissing her with lingering passion through the car window. Then she watched her drive off and started happily back toward the lobby of her building when she saw, of all people, Randi sitting alone in her car a few yards away, looking at her.

Here she had been somewhat afraid they would run into Jane, and it was Randi instead. Laura walked over to her car, a sporty red Eclipse. Why do these racy girls drive these hot red cars, as if I didn't know, Laura wondered. Randi's eyes, Laura was shocked to see, were glistening with tears.

"Hi," Laura said softly to her. "What are you doing here?"

Randi sniffed. "She's a little young, don't you think?"

Laura blushed, but it was dark, and she didn't think it showed. "She's older than she looks."

"She looks fifteen."

"Sixteen," Laura swallowed. "Did you come here to spy on me?"

"Isn't that against the law or something? Fucking a little innocent sixteen-year-old sister? You can't keep your hands off the darkies, can you Laura?"

Now a couple of tears actually spilled over and ran down Randi's cheeks. She was ravishing in the dim glow of the streetlights, her braids pulled back and fastened by a huge barrette behind her neck. Her face was piercingly beautiful to Laura, and her sadness and spite made it even lovelier.

Mavis is not exactly innocent, Laura thought. But we won't go into that. She realized that her own feelings about Randi were stronger than anything else right now, certainly putting sexual desire in the shadows. Laura had already gone through so much sex that she knew she was incapable of more without a rest. But her insides seemed to be throbbing, hurting for Randi, wanting just to hold her, even for a second.

She reached out with one finger and ran it along Randi's forearm, which rested on the bottom frame of the open car window. "You don't have to be so mean to me," she whispered. "I still love you."

Now more silent tears slid down Randi's cheeks. She looked up at Laura, her eyes bejeweled with tears, her face showing her pain. Then she quickly started up her car. Laura pulled back, and Randi drove away.

It wasn't an easy night for Laura. Sexually satiated, even thrilled by the memories of the marathon of fucking she had undergone that weekend with four different girls, she was emotionally troubled by her confused feelings. She was deeply in love with three of them. How could that be? I fall in love... too easily... I fall in love... too fast, I fall in love too terribly hard For love to ever last...

She remembered the song, heard it going around and around inside her head. Watching Randi cry in the dark outside while nearly accusing her, Laura, of being a child molester had made her, for some reason, almost melt with love. Holding Deshona close, fucking her heatedly and repeatedly, made her whole being throb with happiness. And cuddling with Mavis, steering her clear of The Fist for once, filled her with warm joy.

How could she feel this unalloyed, intense love for each of them?

But finally she had to let it go and get some rest. The following day, Randi came into her office, unannounced, and shut the door behind her. Laura looked up from her desk. Randi leaned back against the closed door.

"We have to talk," she said softly, eye suddenly welling up again.

Laura nodded. She and Randi had not any sex together since their harrowing and sexually violent catfight, when she had fist-fucked Randi viciously and Randi had ripped open long scratches in her back. Her feelings for the girl were more complex than she wanted to recognize, and since Randi seemed now to cry each time she saw Laura, Laura figured that Randi's feelings were too.

"Laura... it hurts too bad," Randi murmured, biting her lower lip. "I never felt this way about anybody... not a man, not anybody. I can't stand it."

For a moment Laura wondered if she were talking about Rob. Did you catch him fucking somebody else? she wondered, reluctant to say it aloud. After all, if she were talking about Laura, then it would be true. She had caught Laura fucking Mavis, just last night. Laura suddenly felt guilty all over again.

Laura stood up from her desk. She walked over to Randi, reaching down and twisting the door lock shut. Her face was now very close to Randi's.

"I love you, Randi," she murmured.

Randi smiled wanly through her tears. "You do?"

Laura nodded.

"Then what about that cute teenager you were with?"

Oh god, I love her too! Laura thought. "What about Rob?"

Randi looked down, evading Laura's stare. "He went back to his wife."

"Camille?" Laura smiled, unable to resist a feeling of triumph. "Oh god."

She raised a finger to Randi's cheek, wiping away a tear. Randi was so beautiful, so unhappy, so desirable. Laura wanted to ravish her right there on the spot, ravish and consume her the way she had when their catfight had exploded into scorching, animalistic sex on the floor of the rich person's mansion where Randi had been house-sitting.

"I was going to say 'I'm sorry, ' but I'm not sorry," she whispered, kissing Randi's damp cheek. "I hated you being with him."

"You introduced me to him."

"I know. I hated myself for doing it."

When Randi turned her face only a few inches, her full, sensual lips brushed Laura's, and they kissed tentatively. Then Randi turned her mouth away again.

"What about that uppity sista from that consulting firm you been nuzzling in here for weeks?"

"I have not!" Laura said softly, scandalized.

She knew Randi was jealous of Deshona, who was fiercely jealous of her. They both seemed to sense how intensely Laura cared for each of them.

"Miz Laura, you been fucking that little perfumed black pussy black and blue, you know you have. Don't lie. I can see the way she looks at you. Like God finally came down here and sits in Laura's office."

"She's actually... very nice," Laura said, haltingly. "You'd... probably like her, if you knew her."

Randi stiffened. "I hardly think so."

Laura wanted to do anything to get Randi's mind off this. She kissed her again, harder, more searchingly. Randi wore a thick yellow sweater, and Laura had her hands under it in a jiffy, her fingers caressing the smooth warm skin of Randi's back, which she had kissed so often.

"You're just trying to distract me," Randi panted.

"Yes... I am. How long has it been since we-?"

"Feels like forever. Oh Laura."

Laura got Randi's bra unclasped under the sweater. "I want you," she panted, kissing her neck, sliding her hands around to the front, under the loose bra cups.

Randi's springy, warm breasts filled Laura's cupped hands. Laura gently pinched her large, soft nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, making Randi gasp softly.

"Let me suck one," Laura whispered, slithering her tongue back into Randi's sensual mouth.

"Right here?"

"It's my office. No one can come in?"

Randi pouted. "If you do, I'll want you to fuck me," she murmured, eyes veiled seductively.

"I already want to."

Eyes throbbing with sex, Randi pulled up the hem of the sweater, and the loose bra cups with it, holding it under her neck. Both of her scrumptious naked breasts were completely exposed to Laura. Cradling both round globes in her palms, Laura bent her head and began to lick one of Randi's large, swelling black nipples, making Randi coo softly and tremble.

"Ohhhh! God... suck it, yes! Unhhh!"

Laura knew they were both on the edge of completely losing control. There was so much emotion, so much history mixed with this devouring sexual desire they had always felt for one another that she knew they were in danger of sliding to the floor and fucking wildly right there on the carpet of her office. She knew she should stop, but instead she sucked Randi's nipple into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, sucking it harder.

"Oh! Oh!" Randi whimpered.

"I want you."

"It's so... dangerous! Laura!"

"I have to have you. Let's go to my place."

"Mine's closer," Randi giggled.

She was right. Quickly, Laura helped her refasten the bra. She grabbed her purse. They each help straighten the other's hair. Do we already look like we've been fucking? Laura wondered.

She took a deep breath. "Okay. Just act like we're going to a meeting together or something."

"But you're carrying your purse," Randi smiled. "I have to drop by my cube to get mine. Otherwise, we can't get into my place."

Laura's shoulders sank. "You go first. It won't look so suspicious."

Randi nodded and left. They would meet in a few minutes at her place. When Laura left her office, only about a minute after Randi, she saw Tamara Taylor looking at her very curiously from across the room. Tamara didn't work on that floor, but she was there anyway, staring at Laura. She had probably seen Randi leaving. Oh god... oh shit! Laura thought. You bitch, quit looking!

She glowered at Tamara, who had already made her feel so guilty a few weeks back by accusing Laura of staring at her. Surprisingly, Tamara appeared to be ashamed at having been caught staring herself and looked away. Laura was confused by a hot flux of contradictory feelings. She was wild to fuck Randi, she was feeling guilty under Tamara's gaze, and yet she almost undressed the girl with her eyes at the same time, wanting desperately to fuck her too.

God, I'm just overheated from what we were doing in my office, she thought. And what we're going to do now. She hastily averted her eyes so that Tamara wouldn't see her staring again.

It only took about eight minutes to drive to Randi's townhouse. Randi was already there. She let Laura in, locked the door, and they fell on one another like two wild animals, gasping and whimpering and clawing at each other's clothes. The last time they had fucked had been their catfight. Laura remembered every detail, and her pussy became so wet, she was sure fuck juices would start trickling down her thigh momentarily.

Shedding their clothes, they stumbled down the hall to Randi's bedroom. They fell on the bed, still half-clothed.

They kissed so ravenously that Laura was afraid they would hurt each other.

Randi bit her neck. She squeezed Randi's naked breasts so hard that Randi yelped.

"Anngghiiee! Ouch... Laura!"

"Sorry... god, I want you!"

"Don't rip it. I just bought it. Here, I'll help."

"I love your body," Laura panted.

"That's all you love," Randi gasped, slipping her red panties down her long, shapely legs. "You just want to fuck me. That's all."

"No... I want to eat you alive, and swallow you."

"Unnhh! Oh Jesus, that feels good."

Laura bunched up both of Randi's beautiful breasts in her hands and assaulted Randi's bulging black nipples with her mouth, sucking them hard, one after the other. Randi was torn between enjoying the way Laura was ravishing her breasts and getting some of Laura too. She finally rolled Laura onto her back and slid down Laura's body, pulling down Laura's panties, sliding her hand between Laura's thighs.

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