Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 248

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 248 - 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  

On the phone, Shontay was distant, haughty, querulous, cold by turns, everything Laura had found her to be before their warming-their thrilling, sensitive, and multi-orgasmic nights together in bed in her parents' apartment.

"You said you would call!" she whined at Laura.

"I... couldn't," Laura said, truthfully. "I was too tired. The damn dinner went on forever. I'm sorry. I was thinking of you." Liar.

Shontay punished her a few more minutes before softening. Laura had called her at home right after rushing from Ada's room over to her own to change. Her body was still tingling from fucking with Ada only moments earlier. She felt guiltier than ever about lying to Shontay, but there was no choice.

"You'll never guess what I did," Shontay said, softly. "Last night. I was thinking of you at that conference... and I did... you know, what we did together. The first time. You know... by myself. But I was thinking of you. It was the best ever, that way. I miss you, Laura."

Laura was touched, and troubled, at the same time. "I miss you too, darling," she whispered.

"Call me tonight? I could do it while I'm talking to you on the phone. I'll bet that would be fun."

"I promise."

It wasn't easy, but that night she had told Ada she had a mild headache and needed a quick nap. She went to her room, promising to meet Ada in about an hour, and called Shontay, who was eagerly awaiting her call. Then, in one of the most exciting phone conversations Laura had experienced in recent years, Shontay brought herself to two orgasms while Laura listened and murmured to her.

She also begged to know that Laura was doing it too, at the same time. Wanting to save herself for Ada later, Laura had complied by moaning and faking it, pretending to come when Shontay's voice on the other end was out of control, gasping and squeaking a little, then sighing, feeling mortified and massively guilty for this deception. Why couldn't I just go ahead and do it? she had wondered.

She knew why later in the evening, when she and Ada finally got together in her room. The minister's daughter had become increasingly, to Laura's pleasant surprise, a hellion in the sack. Whether it was because they were relatively isolated here in Tucson, away from anybody who actually knew them (aside from a few acquaintances Ada had with people from her new company), or because Laura had finally broken through the barriers Ada hid behind by almost forcing her to have hotter sex than she could have imagined, Ada had become both an ardent and an exhausting lover. Still exhibiting her coy, demure, innocent ways on the surface, she nevertheless persuaded Laura to fuck with her until the wee hours, until both could hardly lift a finger.

By the time the conference came to an end, and they parted in a bittersweet moment, Laura was feeling that a week without sex wouldn't be entirely undesirable. She was almost weak with fatigue. She had a pleasantly warm and sexy feeling throughout her body as she contemplated her few nights of delicious fucking with Ada, and then realized that she was heading back directly into Shontay's bed. But these plans were complicated immediately by a message from Cecilia when she returned home.

"Hey, girl... I think I've got a surprise for you," Cecilia's voice said, breathless, low, and husky, on Laura's voice mail. "Ron is in Chicago for a few days, and these udders of mine are just aching to be milked." She giggled, then turned more suggestive. "I know you been just sitting there twiddling your thumbs, waiting for me to be ready, right? Well, guess what. Get out the towels. Call me, Laura."

This message, welcome as it was, almost sent Laura into a panic. When had it been sent? She had been distracted and missed the date on the top of the message. If it were sent two or three days ago, Cecilia's husband would already be back. She had to repeat the message to discover that it was only sent last night.

Worse, she wanted to call Cecilia right away, but what about Shontay? In her usual artless way, Laura had let Shontay in on all the details of her trip, so that Shontay knew to the minute when she would be returning from Tucson. And sure enough, the voice mail right behind Cecilia's was from Shontay, begging her to call the instant she got in.

It was a delicate quandary for Laura, who had been feeling sexually played out for a while on the flight back, but who could now feel the fires stirring again at the suggestiveness in Cecilia's flirtatious voice, and also at the thought of Shontay masturbating while thinking of her, in her absence. She hardly knew what to do.

After thinking it over, she concluded that putting off Shontay for another day was easier than risking the return of Cecilia's husband before she and Cecilia could have their reunion. She called Shontay at work and feigned a scratchy throat, saying she was afraid she might have contracted strep since there had been a person in Tucson who had it. It was quite contagious, and she was going to the doctor in the morning. She didn't want to risk giving it to Shontay.

Then she immediately called Cecilia, who was also still at work-it was three p.m.-and set up a date for that night. Cecilia had a very accommodating mother-in-law who would watch the baby, and her other child, for her. She would be there by seven at the latest.

Only after hanging up the phone did Laura realize how dangerous this was. Shontay's parents, who had returned from their vacation in Mazatlan, lived right upstairs. Now that Shontay and Laura were sexually intimate, Shontay might feel relaxed enough to drop by, just to see how she was doing, even though she knew they couldn't have sex if Laura had strep throat. Or she might even send her mother down here with some chicken soup or something, Laura thought with dismay. While Cecilia and I are lying here gasping and soaked in her milk. Oh god, this is too scary! It's even worse than when Kendra and Jane lived up there! How do I get myself into these things?

Still, the thought of what was about to happen when Cecilia arrived was enough to make her risk almost anything. She had a few hours, and so she carefully covered her mattress pad with thick towels, as she had not done in over a year, and then put the sheet back on over them. This took almost all of her towels, and luckily she had about an hour to run out to Target and buy a few more. She realized that they could probably have coped without them, but the activity kept her busy, kept her from lingering on the excited throbbing in her pussy that resulted from her keen anticipation of Cecilia's visit.

At six o'clock she had a glass of wine to calm herself. She actually had butterflies. Gosh, I feel like a little girl going to her birthday party, she realized. She and I haven't been naked together in about a year now. I wonder if she feels the same way.

She was gratified to discover that Cecilia did. "God, girl, I'm so excited I'm about to wet my pants," Cecilia beamed, black eyes twinkling with promise, as she popped inside Laura's apartment, with Laura holding the door open.

Laura carefully closed the door behind her and casually fastened all the locks. "You mean pee them or wet them?" she asked, grinning.

"I mean wet them," Cecilia smirked back. "You got that all locked up now so nobody be busting in on us?"

"Come into my arms, darling," Laura smiled, stretching them out to her. "Long time no hug."

Cecilia came forward, into Laura's arms, and they embraced and kissed slowly, very slowly and romantically, as befitted their lengthy off-and-on relationship and the hiatus forced on them by Cecilia's recent pregnancy. Cecilia was in no hurry, and Laura was surprised to find that she wasn't either. In fact, she was content to rediscover this marvelous woman's enchanting beauty by kissing and caressing every inch of her smooth black face and neck.

Cecilia was as black as midnight, as black as Dawn or Charise. When you were as black as the three of them, you could not get any blacker, and Laura, had long found their deeply black and phenomenally smooth skin an intense aphrodisiac, sometimes wondering if it put them off, if it bothered them to think that pressing her lips to their skin set off a throbbing siren in her pussy. Part of her was embarrassed to admit it, but another part felt compelled to confess it to them, and she had found all three very pleased to be so desirable, especially for a feature they certainly could not change.

Cecilia knew how Laura loved the hue of her skin, and she both enjoyed Laura's slavish worship and enjoyed teasing Laura about it.

"You been sleeping with too many of those redbones, Laura," she laughed, holding still to let Laura kiss every last exposed portion of her skin. "They don't have this beautiful black skin that turns you into a fool, right? Too yellow and pale and sickly looking, aren't they, those stuck-up yella girls. You need me to get really hot, right?"

"I'm burning up," Laura murmured against her smooth cheek, then nipped her earlobe. "You light my fires... all of them."

"Mmmm," Cecilia purred, "I'm glad yours finally got going since mine been going ever since we talked on the phone, girl. Come on, take me in that bedroom. You got plenty of towels?"

Laura smirked, wildly excited, pleased with herself, feeling a hot little pulsing deep inside her pussy. "I ran out and bought extra."

Cecilia was already unbuttoning the back of her blouse as Laura followed her into the bedroom. She was clearly a little heavier than the last time they had done this, fleshier, more pillowy with mother's fat that she had not shed. After her first child, she had 'jazzercized' her body into a hard, glossy masterpiece of female flesh that had made Laura nearly whimper with lust each time she saw it naked. This time it was soon after the birth of the second baby, perhaps no more than three months, and so she had not had time to melt the fat away.

This caused Laura to wonder if she should not be extra gentle, if maybe she should limit her caresses to licking Cecilia's lovely pussy-not that they were ever very violent anyway, though they had fisted once.

"Here, let me help with that," she said, taking two quick steps and brushing Cecilia's fingers away from the buttons, undoing the rest of them herself.

Cecilia smiled back over her shoulder. "You just want more of that fine black skin that makes your little pink pussy quiver."

"I just want all of you," Laura murmured, pulling the blouse open, pressing her cheek against the sleek warm flesh of Cecilia's back above her bra.

"You've probably noticed how there's a little more of me than last time," Cecilia said, eyes twinkling. She turned around, showing Laura her large breasts, encased in an architecturally fascinating bra, designed to hold these mammoth mammaries. "More of these, too. They're bigger than last time."

"Mmmm, more to kiss."

Cecilia's eyes grew veiled and murky. She pouted. "That all you gonna do?"

All this cat-and-mouse was driving Laura to the edge. She could feel her whole body aching, pulsing, yearning to swarm over Cecilia. Even Cecilia's fresh, faintly musky scent seemed magically erotic.

"First I'm going to do this," Laura whispered, bending her head and planting a kiss on the tight cleavage between Cecilia's breasts. After kissing it, she slithered her tongue into the tight crack.

"Ooohhh! That feels good!"

"Then I'm going to do this," Laura continued in a seductive whisper, slipping her own loose jersey up over her hair, shaking the hair free, tossing it aside, then unfastening her own bra.

Cecilia's eyes were glued to Laura's body, watching the bra fall limp, watching Laura let it slide off her arms and fling it in the same direction that she had flung the jersey. Then her eyes fastened on Laura's naked breasts.

"I always wanted ones like yours," she said softly, seriously. "I never told you that. So small and perfect and pretty. Look how they tilt up like that. Can I touch?"

Laura shook her head, smirking playfully. "Not yet. Take it off first."

Cecilia self-consciously chewed on her full lower lip. "I think I better take it all off first or the rest is going to be so soaked I won't be able to wear it home. And not from milk, either."

Laura realized she herself was trembling. She wanted to rape Cecilia, she realized. Rape her. Devour and consume her. Here I have to be gentle with her since she just delivered her kid. She must be sore. Maybe the incision is still tender. I can't really give in to this, but I want to rape her. She is so beautiful.

Together, they both unzipped their pants and slid them down, then their panties. Cecilia, Laura now remembered, always wore completely white underwear, and the contrast with her 'blue' black skin, as Cecilia herself sometimes referred to it, was acutely arresting. Laura, watching the stark white panties come down across the girl's sleek, black velvet thighs, was already clutched in the grip of a throbbing sexual need for her.

When Cecilia reached behind her back to unfasten the large white bra, Laura actually held her breath, knowing that in seconds the girl would be completely naked, completely hers. The bra fell away, and Cecilia's large, swollen breasts jiggled as she slipped it off and threw it on top of Laura's.

Laura had never seen them this large, though they were not misshapen or grotesque, as very large breasts often could be. Instead, they were more gourd-shaped than round as before, massive oblong melons that reminded Laura of Cecilia's friend Bernice, who naturally had these large, gourd-shaped breasts. The difference was that Bernice's nipples, though large, were conventionally shaped, with wide, flat areolas and nubby centers, whereas Cecilia's-like Ada's, which Laura had been thirstily slurping and sucking for the past two days-were thick, bulbous, swelling puffies, plump, gleaming black plums, the centers protruding about half an inch from the swollen tents of their surrounding areolas, each one pushing up more than an inch off the surface of Cecilia's breasts. Her nipples were also, if possible, even darker than the rest of her breasts, with a bright magical black sheen that made Laura's tongue salivate.

Cecilia saw her looking, and it was her turn to be coy and flirtatious. "But I know you like these humongous udders of mine," she said, tossing her head playfully and grimacing as if she would have to put up with them. "You and Ron... boob-happy. He treats these..." She lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them only slightly from the round, bulging bottoms, the skin of her breasts around her fingertips growing taut and shiny. "... like they ought to be in Fort Knox or something." She flirted with Laura. "You looking at them the same way."

"At least Ron and I have one thing in common," Laura swallowed, barely able to speak from a fierce uprush of lust that caught in her throat.

Cecilia was solemn and serious again. She moved closer to Laura, eyes hot. "Can I touch now?"

"What do you think?" Laura breathed.

They both looked down at Cecilia's slender, very black fingers spread over Laura's pale, naked breasts, squeezing them gently.

"You know," Cecilia whispered, "I think it turns me on almost as much as it turns you on. We are gorgeous together, girl. I think we better lay down on that bed before we both just die of the beauty of it."

"I want a kiss first... with us standing like this. Touch my nipples with yours and kiss me."

Cecilia smiled. She dropped her hands and moved her large breasts toward Laura's. The big, soft plums of her bulbous nipples brushed Laura's, and Laura moved forward too, pressing hers into Cecilia's. They watched as their naked breasts pushed together, their nipples joined, and then raised their faces to one another and kissed again in a slow, painstaking, exploratory way, until it became too intense for them to keep standing.

"I think we've got to do it, girl," Cecilia panted. "I can't wait any more."

"I can't either."

They were both completely naked now, and they stretched out facing one another on Laura's bed, still unable to keep kissing, as if they were making up for all the kissing they had missed while Cecilia was pregnant. Laura let her hands run all over the girl's smooth black body, enjoying the pillowy layer of body fat that had not been there last time, digging her fingertips into it with relish.

"Oooohhh... you like this porky little body, don't you," Cecilia giggled softly. "You digging my mama fat? You better enjoy it, 'cause it's coming off soon."

"I love everything about your body," Laura murmured, now kissing Cecilia's flesh in every place that had been previously covered up by clothing. She buried her face in the deep, warm valley between Cecilia's breasts, no longer the tight little crease she had tried to invade earlier with her tongue when the cups of Cecilia's bra had held her gourds tightly together.

"Mmmm, but I know what you want," Cecilia grinned, forcing Laura onto her back and straddling her waist.

Oh god, I'm going to die of pure bliss, Laura thought, looking up into Cecilia's burning black eyes. Cecilia's breasts looked massive from this perspective, with Laura on her back, looking up. They were so obviously swollen with milk, the nipples thick and bulging, gleaming, that she looked like one of those exaggerated fertility goddess statues from the ancient past, opulent and tumid and read to burst with sweet nectars.

She put a flat hand on the mattress on each side of Laura's head and slowly lowered the dangling globes, brushing Laura's face with them, letting her soft nipples graze Laura's lips.

Laura looked up into her eyes. "Am I going to hurt them... if I suck?" she asked, foolishly, she realized a second later.

But Cecilia, also caught up in the hypnotic sexual spell of the moment, shook her head solemnly. "There's a baby boy who does a lot more damage to them than you ever can," she whispered to Laura.

Laura raised her hands to Cecilia's huge breasts for the first time, feeling how heavy they were as they dangled in her face.

"I feel like I'm stealing," she said.

Cecilia's eyes rolled up briefly. She was panting seriously by now, very aroused.

"You aren't stealing... you're helping out," she panted, now sucking on her lower lip, sweeping her heavy breasts more rapidly across Laura's face. "I got more than he can possibly drink."

"And it's mine?"

"It's yours. Take it, girl... please."

Laura was not about to refuse. Her own pussy was burbling and bubbling like a volcanic crater, her whole body throbbing and trembling, her hands shaking slightly as she guided one bulbous black nipple toward her lips. She actually remembered how she had felt the first time she had done this, and now was no different. The instant she drew Cecilia's huge nipple into her mouth, her whole body seemed suffused by a warm glow of pleasure that began as a tiny kernel of heat deep inside her pussy and then spread in billowing waves through the rest of her flesh.

Not wanting it ever to be over, Laura did not suck right away but instead ran her tongue all over Cecilia's bulging nipple, stroking it, tasting the sweet warm fluid that oozed from the nubbin the center, feeling responsive flutterings and palpitations taking place deep in her belly as the milk droplets bathed her tongue. Instinctively, she reached forward with one hand, sliding it between her abdomen and Cecilia's crotch, feeling the warm runny furrow of Cecilia's pussy with her fingers, sliding two of them inside and scissoring Cecilia's clit between them.

"Oh!" Cecilia gasped, throwing her head back.

Suddenly, Laura was overcome by fear. She stopped moving her fingers, and Cecilia's wet, glistening nipple slipped out of her mouth.

"Did I do it too hard? Oh honey, I don't want to hurt you! Is it sore?"

Cecilia looked down at her, eyes now glazed and reddened. She shook her head. "You as bad as Ron. Just do it gentle. Not too rough." She leaned down again, pushing her nipple back against Laura's lips. "Suck it, girl. Drink it."

"Oh yes."

Cecilia's shiny black nipple, all wet with Laura's warm saliva, also now was leaking small yellowish-white droplets from the thick center nub. Just seeing this seemed to inflame Laura further. She knew that both she and Cecilia were hyper-aroused, that the fact that they were both so horny had been precisely what had alarmed her moments ago, her fear that in her frantic, urgent lust she had somehow hurt this precious woman who had just undergone the agony childbirth only weeks ago. This time she could not stop herself from sucking harder as she took the bulging, silky, wet black bulb back into her mouth.

Her mouth flooded instantly with warm, sweet milk.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Cecilia moaned. "Yes... that's it. Oh!"

She reached up with one hand to hold her breast, and Laura continued sucking and swallowing greedily, feeling the wave begin, feeling the honeyfire spread throughout her body, feeling the hot throbbing kernel in the pit of her belly grow and swell and feel like it would soon burst. A sweet sexual delirium swept through her body, and she began undulating under Cecilia without really knowing it, moaning incoherently, her eyes rolling up as the warm fluid slid down her throat.

As if to make sure Cecilia's engorged breast did not slip from her mouth, she removed her hand from Cecilia's pussy and drew it back up to her face, filling it with Cecilia's other breast, the one she had not yet tasted, sliding her mouth over to the swollen, popping, gleaming black nipple and guiding it between her lips. Cecilia now released her breast and planted her hand again beside Laura's head, throwing her own head back and pushing her body down into Laura's face, groaning softly, almost gutturally, as Laura began to draw the sweet, warm milk from her other swollen globe.

Almost imperceptibly, since she was already straddling Laura's waist, she began to move her groin slowly back and forth on Laura's stomach, more to rock her breasts up and down into Laura's face than anything else. Laura, though completely consumed in a heated sexual swoon of her own, her throat glutted with sweet milk that was beginning to make her blood seethe and surge, could feel Ceclila's wetness, her warm gooey cunt flesh, as well as the wet bristly fur of her pussy hair, sliding over her stomach muscles, reminding her of the way she had done it with Dawn.

But what they were doing together had no design or plan and merely grew out of their mutual need and hunger. Laura now held both of Cecilia's heavy, dangling breasts in her hands, feeling the warm rivulets of milk run down her cheeks and her chin, seeing Cecilia's smooth, shiny black skin streaked with it, her nipples wet and glimmering. She knew she herself was going to come any second now. The pressure inside her body was growing, swelling, expanding like a balloon getting ready to pop, and she moaned and twisted, sucking first one spurting nipple, then the other, gorging on Cecilia's milk, unable to get enough, feeling her pussy swell and throb, and wildly enjoying the increasing urgency of Cecilia's sopping wet pussy sliding up and down on her stomach.

"Ohhnnnnn... Laura! Unhhh! God yes! God yes! Unhhh!" Cecilia panted, throwing her head back again, pushing her heavy breasts down into Laura's face.

Her thighs now hugged Laura's waist, and she bore down more with her pelvis into Laura's flesh, rubbing her pussy harder against it, and gasping. Laura knew she was about to come too.

"Oh god, I love it!" Laura gasped, looking up deliriously at Cecilia, past her huge and beautiful milk-streaked breasts to her face, contorted in a sexual transport of fierce dimensions as she drove closer and closer to a thrilling climax. "Oh god... I love it, let me drink you... let me... oh god unhhh! Oh honey... I think I-"

"Ahhnnnn! Ungghh!" Cecilia groaned softly, her body beginning to quiver, a clear sign that she was going to come too. "Oh yes... Laura... me too, oh yes! Suck hard yes hard harder... unhhhh! Oh shit!"

Again Laura returned to the first breast she had sucked, pulling the wet, bulging nipple into her mouth and nearly dying of bliss as she felt the milk just spurt out of it into her throat, gulping and swallowing and suddenly writhing and groaning as she felt the explosion beginning. Familiar with these orgasms from her other trysts with Cecilia, this time she merely relaxed and let it consume her from within, a swelling, burgeoning fiery cloud of throbbing bliss, like a nuclear meltdown. For a few seconds she actually did swoon, paralyzed by sweet, pulsing rapture, her whole body quivering and jerking spastically as an electrifying flood of seething lava flowed through her veins. She was unable even to moan, and her voice was reduced to tiny, helpless squeaks.

But then the first shocking jolts receded and her breath returned.

"Auunngghhhhh!" she cried out, as Cecilia's wet, leaking nipple slipped from her mouth. "Oh god... oh god Cecilia! Ungghhhh!"

She quickly guided Cecilia's other nipple back into her mouth, fastening on it and sucking, feeling the warm sweet milk again pour into her mouth just as Cecilia herself began to come.

"Ungghh! Oh... fuck! Ouunggghhh! Laur-"

She seemed to collapse for a second on top of Laura's supine body, nearly smothering Laura under the massive pillowy gourd of her breast, but then her thighs locked around Laura's waist and she began pumping frantically, pulling her body back up enough to get leverage into the mattress with her knees.

"Auungghhnnngghiieieee!" she cried out, pumping and coming in wild, uncontrollable spasms, shuddering, finally pitching forward again onto Laura as a fresh succession of hot, jolting orgasmic waves shook her body.

Laura, meanwhile, was not really finished coming herself. Her orgasm had never really stopped, just receded into a trough from which it quickly ascended again as she felt Cecilia shuddering and groaning on top of her, and now she began to swell and bloom again in another hot, throbbing cloud of bliss, squeaking, shaking, stiffening, then undulating in shockwaves as a fresh influx of glowing, radiating ecstasy burned every inch of her tingling body. Cecilia was still coming too, sliding slowly down a long diminuendo from the first ferocious shock that had struck her, whimpering into Laura's ear, still slumped on top of her, their flesh glued together by the sticky, warm overflow of her breast milk, and also by the potent sexual magnetism that had brought them together.

Neither one of them moved for almost two minutes while the spasms died slowly away, and their rapid breathing returned to normal. Cecilia was the first to break the silence.

"You know, Laura," she said, a little hoarse and raspy, her mouth so close to Laura's ear that Laura could feel her warm breath, "I thought that new little boy of mine could really latch on and suck, but he don't have nothing on you." She giggled softly, still not moving, just purring into Laura's ear. "You are one thirsty little white girl."

Only now resurfacing from her swoon, Laura smiled drowsily, feeling her body still glow with a profound sexual happiness that she knew was somehow the result of having swallowed milk directly from Cecilia's body. This is the way a baby feels, she realized: happy and content, though maybe their little orgasms aren't as intense.

"Mmmm, I could lie here forever," she whispered back to Cecilia. "You make me come like nobody else ever does. It's like... just melting. Not exploding, just melting in a hot, pulsating blob of endless pleasure."

Cecilia slowly peeled her sticky skin away from Laura's, sitting up and leaning back, still straddling Laura's stomach, her great black gourd-shaped breasts gleaming. She looked down at Laura's stomach, and Laura's eyes followed hers. It was shiny with the juices from Cecilia's pussy.

"Can't say I ever had one exactly like that either," Cecilia said, her eyes wide with mock astonishment. "It just sort of happened. One second I felt your tummy against my pussy... the next second I felt like I was getting there, you know?"

Laura nodded, grinning happily at her. "I know." She ran her finger through Cecilia's pussy juices and then through the smearing of milk that stuck to her breasts. "I think I've got some of you all over me still."

"We are a mess, girl, if that's what you mean. Where are those towels?"

"Most of them are under the sheet. The rest are over there."

They dried off slowly, drying each other off, kissing each other's skin when it was dry again, enjoying this intimacy which had been so long coming.

"I missed you," Laura whispered, truthfully, kissing Cecilia's marvelous naked black back. "Not just the milk. You."

Cecilia turned and kissed Laura's shoulder, cradling one of Laura's small, perfect breasts in her hand and lowering her mouth to it. "I missed you too, Laura. Ron's a lot of fun in bed, but he doesn't really seem to care if I get off or not. I mean, I do. I do get off. A lot. But it's kind of just something that happens while he's on his way to the big one. He doesn't really notice, I think, if I don't make it. With you, it's different. You really want me to get there."

 
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