Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars
Chapter 46
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 46 - 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 moped around throughout the weekend, unable to forget that she and Jonelle could have been gloriously and exhaustively fucking in the absence of Jonelle's little boy, if only Jonelle had been able to give in to it. She couldn't get rid of her feelings, which were deeper for Jonelle than for anyone since Rina. God, I love her, she thought. I can't stand it without her.
But she had to. Monday at work she ran into Yvette in the bathroom. They were alone. Yvette's eyes burned.
"Laura, god, I'm dying for you," she said in a hushed voice, looking around to make sure there was no one in the stalls. "All I do is dream of fucking with you."
"Shhhh. What if someone hears?"
"There's no one here. Kiss me. Quick."
"No... don't!" Laura pulled back. "We can't. It's too dangerous."
"Come in here."
Yvette pulled her into a toilet stall and shut the door.
"We can't... Yvette."
But Yvette's warm, wet mouth was already crushing hers, drinking hers. Yvette's hand squeezed her breasts through her blouse and bra. Yvette's tongue coiled around hers. Laura's pulse jumped up and raced frantically.
But finally she pulled away. "We can't! We'll get caught."
"I know."
Quickly, they smoothed out their clothes and stepped back out of the stall, just as someone came through the door. Sighing with relief, Laura took her into the hall.
"Meet me in Bob Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," Yvette said. "I need you."
Laura felt a stab of panic. "No. I can't. His secretary knows me."
God, I can't go there with Yvette, in front of Jonelle! she thought. But she knew she wanted it as badly as Yvette did. Yvette looked gorgeous. It had been over a month since they were last together, and Laura desired her fiercely. Yvette wore a sheer white blouse that made her bra and slip straps visible, as well as her smooth, black skin. Laura could feel a tiny hot pulse beating deep in her cunt as she looked at the girl.
Yvette frowned. "Jonelle Roberts? That aloof nigger bitch?"
Laura gulped. "Why do you call her that?"
"'Cause she is. Thinks she's too fine to be friends with anybody. Stuck up. Frigid, probably. Bob would give his right arm to fuck her."
"She seems nice enough to me," Laura said softly.
Suddenly Yvette squinted, jealous. "You'd like to screw her too, wouldn't you," she said.
"Don't be silly," Laura said, looking away.
She was not good at lying, and feared blushing.
"I'm sorry, Laura," Yvette said, suddenly contrite. "I get jealous."
"I know."
"We could go across the street to the hotel again."
"But it's so expensive. Anyway, we almost killed each other the last time."
Yvette smiled, remembering it. "God, you're right. Let's do it."
Laura shook her head. "I can't afford that again."
"Let me think. I know. Jasmine Harper is gone for the afternoon. School conference. You know where her office is?"
"Did you let her fuck you too?" Laura grinned.
Yvette grimaced.
"Only kidding. Yes, I know where it is."
"Meet me there at three?"
Laura nearly went into meltdown on the spot. "Yes," she half- croaked, already beginning to tremble with lust.
Just existing until three was hard, let alone getting any work done. She thought of Yvette, of the wild pleasure they had given one another in the past, of that lunch hour in the Hilton hotel across the street. And she thought of Arthur, and how he had viciously raped her and threatened to kill her next time. And she thought of Jonelle, sweet, frightened Jonelle. She remembered the deep, aching, long orgasms the girl had had in her arms, and she thought of Yvette's fierce, almost preternatural jealousy.
At five minutes to three, she walked the corridors to Jasmine Harper's office, which was at the other end of the building. Even the faces she saw there were unfamiliar, which made her less uneasy. Yvette was already there. She let Laura in and shut the door.
"How'd you get the key?" Laura whispered.
"She never locks it," Yvette winked.
"But if that's true, couldn't anybody just pop in?"
"What's the matter, a little danger bother you? Doesn't that make it more exciting?" Yvette smiled mischievously.
While she was talking, she unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped her bra and slip straps down her arm, exposing one of her beautiful breasts to Laura. The thick, black, bulbous nipple gleamed.
"Don't you want this?" Yvette teased. "Isn't it worth the risk?"
Laura couldn't resist. She cupped Yvette's exquisite small breast in her hand and lowered her mouth to it, sucking the big soft nipple in deep.
"Ahh!" Yvette gasped excitedly.
"Don't make any noise," Laura murmured.
"God, baby, suck me hard," Yvette panted.
There was no sofa in this office, no place to lie down. Laura sucked Yvette's beautiful small breasts until she was whimpering, very softly, with need. Then she pushed Yvette down on top of Jasmine Harper's desk and pulled up her skirt. In seconds she had Yvette's panties off and her mouth on Yvette's streaming pussy.
"Oh! Oh!" Yvette gasped, trying to be quiet.
"Shhhh!" Laura warned, hungry for her but terrified of being caught.
"Oh god, I'm going to come!" Yvette moaned. "Now... now! Unnnggh! Auunngghh!"
Desperately, Laura's hand flew up to Yvette's mouth to try to stop her cries of ecstacy. She muffled them somewhat, and after the initial sharp spasms of her climax, Yvette got control of herself. Her body stopped quivering, and she caught her breath.
"God... I'm sorry," she said, sitting up. "I didn't think it would happen so fast. I was so horny for you."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door. Both of them froze. Laura pulled back while Yvette slid off the desk and pulled down her skirt. She quickly tried to get her bra, which was only half off, back on and her blouse buttoned while Laura scooped her panties up from the floor and quickly pitched them into the wastebasket.
Thinking quickly, Laura sat down at the desk, motioning to Yvette to go over by the window. The knock came again. Laura cleared her throat, trying not to panic.
"Yes?" she said in a slightly shaky voice.
A clerk opened the door, a girl, who seemed oblivious to what had been going on.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said. "I was looking for Ms. Harper."
Didn't hear us, Laura thought, with relief. Didn't hear Yvette, that is. She glanced over at Yvette, who looked over shoulder furtively.
"Ms. Harper is away for the afternoon," Laura said evenly. "I'm doing some work for her, so she let me use her office."
"Oh. Well, will you see that she gets these?" said the clerk, laying some papers on the desk.
"I certainly will."
The clerk looked to Yvette, then back to Laura. She seemed to feel something was fishy, but didn't care to make an issue of it. She left, and Laura looked at Yvette with pained longing, and unrequited lust. Yvette crossed the room to her.
"I'm sorry," she said.
Laura kissed her, impetuously. "I want to fuck you. I want to really fuck you, us together, naked, in a bed."
"I know. I do too. Maybe I can get away."
Laura shook her head. "Don't risk it. He'll kill you."
"I'll think of something."
And she did. Laura had walked in the door of her apartment only five minutes when the lobby bell rang. It was Yvette. Laura's heart fluttered and she felt herself getting wet as she waited for Yvette to come up in the elevator.
As soon as she got through the door, and Laura bolted it, they began tearing at one another's clothes.
"God, I need you, I need you," Laura heard herself panting, almost embarrassed by her animal lust for Yvette.
"Come over here," Yvette said, pulling her away from the door, into the living room.
They couldn't make it to the bedroom. Yvette had Laura undressed in seconds.
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