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Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 271
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 271
Shontay by now would not even speak to Laura. She
would only scowl at her coldly if their paths crossed at
work, sometimes even moving to the other side of the
corridor in an aloof and frigid manner, to show that Laura
was leprous and untouchable. Her hair was yanked and
knotted back behind her head more severely than ever, and
she walked stiffly and with military precision, head high.
Laura, pausing in amazement and mild sorrow at these
imperious rejections, found herself wondering if she would
be craving the girl's body so much if she didn't know what
lay underneath those awkward, baggy, even aggressively ugly
business suits Shontay wore, having reverted to them after
wearing for a while thin, summery dresses that showed off
her marvelous caf,-au-lait skin and long, slender, but
thrilling legs. The transformation was simply a return to
her previous self, her pre-Laura self, as if all that hot
sex and blossoming confidence in her physical appeal had
never happened.
Laura also wondered in passing if she didn't feel the
fires ignite in her pussy when Shontay marched so stiffly
and contemptuously by her because that kind of scornful
rejection only fanned the flames of her lust and doubled her
determination to break through it. She had done it before
in spite of, it seemed, impossible odds.
Since falling hard for Sara, and then getting involved,
lamentably, with Dee Dee, Laura had seen less and less of
Shontay, and Shontay, being fiercely bright and perceptive,
had quickly picked up on Laura's shifting alliances. Even
Laura's grief over losing Sara, it was obviously clear to
Shontay, did not involve her. Laura wasn't moping because
they hadn't slept together for a week. She was instead
mooning after some rival, which sent Shontay not into the
dumps but into a purple fury that she could barely contain.
Her manner, however, was not to protest, or whine, or
accuse. Instead, she withdrew into an icy contempt,
withering and frosty. As Laura had often reflected in the
past, it was Shontay's `Off with her head!' manner.
Since they worked in totally different spheres of the
business, their paths rarely crossed. Occasionally,
however, their presence was required at all-management
meetings, and during one of stupefying dullness that had
been called to review company financial goals, Laura found
herself in a good position to gaze at Shontay for about
forty-five minutes. Sitting behind a couple of men with
broad shoulders, Laura was half-concealed and could admire
Shontay unobtrusively, without seeming to stare; just a
causal glance now and then.
Shontay was every bit the ice queen that her reputation
called for, her head held high, her gaze sharp and
imperious, her scowl intimidating. She was also
ostentatiously taking notes, scribbling stiffly and
conscientiously on a yellow pad in her lap.
Today she wore the off-white, ivory version of her
baggy business suit, which hung on her bony frame like ill-
cut draperies, the expensive fabric contrasting wildly with
the awkward folds and ripples. The contrast of the ivory
fabric with her skin, though, was ravishing. After days of
rhapsodizing over the sleek, deeply black skin of Charise
and Dee Dee, Laura was mildly startled to recall how
enchanting she always found the rich pale clover honey hues
of Shontay's skin, so richly highlighted by the ivory fabric
of her suit jacket.
Her long swan's neck was delectably visible, even more
so with her hair bundled up so tightly behind her head, and
the shape of her jaw and her exquisite brown ears were just
as perfect as they could be. She was really quite lovely,
if you knew her as Laura did (naked, Laura thought, cursing
herself for this salacious aside), and it was a great
mystery why she felt compelled to appear so reserved, crisp,
and scornfully distant. While watching her, Laura recalled
how once, when they were lying together in bed after
vigorously fucking, Shontay had confessed that though she
usually seemed very much in control, she was actually
`scared shitless' most of the time.
Laura wondered if she were scared shitless at this
moment. Probably not, she realized. Safety in numbers.
Shontay, as if she could feel Laura staring, finally toward
the end of the meeting whipped her head around nervously.
Laura, safe behind her screen formed by the two men in front
of her, merely leaned down to adjust her shoe, and
successfully evaded this scrutiny.
She did manage deliberately to run into Shontay at the
exit of the meeting room, slyly stepping in front of her to
prevent her smooth escape.
"Oh . . . hi!" Laura said brightly, gazing up into
those mysterious pale brown eyes that always had a hypnotic
effect on her. "Long time no see."
Shontay was nearly four inches taller than Laura and
could make anyone blanch by staring down from such a height.
She scowled and looked like she wanted to flee. Finally, a
pinched, noncommittal smile crossed her lips.
"Hello, Laura." She glowered, her light brown eyes
flecked with sparks of anger, as if to accuse Laura of
blocking her way, which was true.
"I . . . miss . . . our talks," Laura smiled, trying to
appear as friendly as possible. Shontay had accused her
often of only wanting `black cunt,' her way of saying Laura
was only after her sweet little pussy. And even though
Shontay had exquisite skin the rich color of light molasses,
her pussy was indeed very black, Laura knew-the lips, at
least.
Oh god, Laura thought, Dee Dee had said the same thing.
Maybe I'm becoming too obvious, too crude.
Shontay pursed her lips. "Right. See you, Laura."
She slipped around Laura and stalked down the hallway,
not looking back. Fortunately, most of the meeting
attendees had dispersed by this time, so that no one was
nearby to notice this snub. Good thing, Laura reflected.
Company headquarters staff were like the inhabitants of a
small village when it came to gossip. She watched Shontay
disappear, unable to keep her eyes from straying to the
woman's marvelous high little rump that yawed and swayed
ever so slightly as she walked, that jutted out a little,
something not even the loosely hanging swaths of cloth could
conceal.
Laura, though temporarily crestfallen, adjusted to this
rejection, feeling that Shontay was certainly within her
rights. Laura was deeply and painfully in love with Sara
still, and whatever attention she could give Shontay would
certainly not be what Shontay appeared to require of her.
To take her mind off it, she slept with Shavon a couple
of times, and once with Yvette, always such intense
experiences that nothing could put them in the shadows.
Mercifully, Dee Dee was out of town in Ann Arbor, trying to
see if she could get admitted there in the spring to
complete her Ph.D. program. (Sara had paid for the trip.)
Laura, though still suffering great miseries of rejected
love over Sara, had come to a gradual realization that it
was probably really over. This made her less reluctant to
sleep with Dee Dee, especially since their times together
were hot enough to burn up the planet. On the other hand,
she could never quite relinquish a belief in the possibility
that Sara would come back to her, and then the shit would
hit the fan all over again when she found out that Laura had
been screwing Dee Dee regularly.
She had absolutely no evidence to back up this belief.
A few days after this meeting in which Laura ogled
Shontay from three rows away, and got contemptuously snubbed
at the exit door, an obligatory management retreat was
announced. It would be held at a resort in Santa Cruz that
was especially designed for business meetings, and would
occupy three days of the following week.
Being currently unencumbered by relationships, Laura
enjoyed driving down alone, trying not to think of Sara, or
what unknown faculty members, male or female, Dee Dee might
be fucking in Ann Arbor in order to grease the wheels of
graduate admissions. I really became wound up with these
two beautiful women, didn't I? she realized.
She hummed to herself, her old standby.
I fall in love too easily,
I fall in love too fast,
I fall in love too terribly hard,
For love to ever last . . .
After a while her thoughts deviated to Shontay, whom
she knew would also be at this retreat. Oh god, another
three days of freezing stares and huffy tossings of the
head. Looking at that long smooth neck . . . that pretty
little rump. Those hypnotic light brown eyes. Can I stand
it? Having her wither me with a glance?
Forcibly, almost as if to get her mind off Shontay and
the mixed blessing it would be to be thrown together with
her at this retreat, she let her mind drift back to Sara.
Now that she was (mostly) convinced they would never be
together again, she could indulge her pained and elaborate
fantasies to the fullest, imagining what it would be like at
this very instant to be pressing her lips to the swollen,
dewy black petals of Sara's lovely wet pussy, nuzzling with
her nose the silvery pussy ring (or `captive bead ring,' as
Sara always, with scrupulous accuracy, referred to it),
letting the tip of her tongue find the little firm nub of
clit underneath it, hearing Sara gasp.
This fantasy almost made Laura's heart stop, before
filling again with a sharp pain of loss, and she had to
tighten her grip on the wheel in order not to veer off the
road. I better think of something else.
I guess I'll have to dream the rest . . .
she hummed again.
If you can't remember the things that we said,
Those nights when my shoulder held your sleepy head,
If you believe that parting's best,
I guess I'll have to dream the rest . . .
At the resort, she got settled in her room and went out
to the pool. There would be a group dinner, preceded by a
cocktail party, but until then her time was her own. She
knew Shontay would not be appearing at the pool-even if she
had already arrived-because she was very self-conscious
about her `skinny' figure. Laura, on the other hand, had
nothing to hide and even enjoyed the stares she frequently
drew. Let them want, let them wonder, she thought,
realizing that she sounded a lot like Dee Dee.
After dinner on the second night (the first had passed
without incident, and she had only rarely glimpsed Shontay
at the party and the dinner), Laura found herself with about
five other management employees in the room of the French
representative of their company, playing Trivial Pursuit.
It was a friendly and uproarious game, and she enjoyed
herself immensely. On her way back to her room, she stopped
by the small lobby shop for a magazine and ran directly into
Shontay, who was clutching an issue of Marie Claire in her
hand and heading for the counter.
"Oh . . . hi," Shontay said, caught by surprise.
"Hi, Shontay," Laura said calmly. She began leafing
through a magazine, more as a prop than anything else, just
to be doing something, not looking directly at Shontay.
Shontay continued to the counter and paid for her
magazine. Laura was right behind her as she left the shop.
Shontay looked around.
"I wish we could talk," Laura said softly, though as
far as she could tell only resort employees were left in the
lobby.
Shontay looked tired and a little distracted. No
wonder, Laura thought. Trying to keep up that cold, hostile
exterior all day, all the time. Must be a real effort.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about, Laura."
Laura pursed her lips. "Come on, I'll buy you a
drink." She pointed with her head toward the bar.
"You know I don't drink. Hardly ever."
Laura smirked at her, teasingly. "This is a retreat.
Make an exception. We're supposed to relax. Get to know
each other."
"I already know you as well as I want to," Shontay
said, her voice cutting, her face sour.
"Ouch." Laura winced visibly. "You're so cold."
Shontay's pale light brown eyes clouded over briefly,
as if this conversation were causing her as much distress as
it was causing Laura. "I'm tired. I'm going to my room.
Good night, Laura."
Not knowing what else to do, Laura watched her walk
away, her magazine clutched in a thick roll under one arm.
"By the way, how's Willie?" she half-shouted after Shontay,
surprised at the way her voice reverberated through the
mostly deserted lobby.
It was a little embarrassing, but a quick look around
told her that no one had heard. Shontay turned and appeared
shocked that anyone would holler at her after her withering
comments. She frowned, as if Laura were an unpredictable
maniac. Willie was her parents' cat.
"I . . . miss him," Laura stammered. "Willie and I . .
. always got along."
"Willie's fine," Shontay said coldly.
But this mere pause allowed Laura to cross the space
between them again. Now she spoke more softly, intimately.
"If you won't have a drink, why don't we sit by the
pool for a few minutes? I really would like to talk to
you."
"We have nothing to talk about."
Laura let her gaze fall from Shontay's mesmerizing eyes
to her sensual lips. If simple civility would not work, she
was willing to try veiled sexual invitation. She realized
that sex was really the root cause of Shontay's hostility,
and yet they had shared so many intense sexual moments, and
sweet ones too, that Laura wondered how Shontay could ignore
them.
"I just like to be near you," Laura whispered. "Just
for a few minutes?"
Shontay shook her head. She turned and began walking
away again. This time Laura followed. They reached the
place where the wings of the convention center forked,
leading to two different corridors of rooms. Laura stopped
and watched Shontay go down one. Shontay looked over her
shoulder and saw Laura watching her. She came back.
"Are you following me?" Her eyes looked amused as well
as angry.
"I . . . I'm sorry," Laura looked down.
There was a long, painful silence. Laura could hear
Shontay breathing.
"Hell . . . if you want to talk so much, okay," Shontay
finally said. She began walking back in the same direction,
toward her room. "Don't you know we shouldn't be seen
having a quarrel like this? Somebody might see us and think
we're . . . you know, closer than we are."
Laura followed her without a word. Why is she doing
this? she wondered. Why is she inviting me in, after being
so cold and mean? Shontay opened the door with her key but
paused, turning to Laura.
"Only for a few minutes. Nothing's happening."
"I know. I promise. Just a few minutes."
After turning on the bright overhead light to
completely illuminate the darkened room, Shontay turned on
the small, dimmer light by the bed, then switched off the
first one. She tossed her magazine on the bed and sat down
next to it, since there was only one chair. Laura sat in
it.
Shontay's face was blank, expressionless. She almost
glowered at Laura, waiting for her to begin.
"You wanted to talk."
Laura squirmed. She clasped her hands and rubbed them
together awkwardly. "I . . . think I just wanted to be near
you. For a few minutes. Without you glowering at me."
Shontay gave Laura one of her patented, pinched smiles.
"How's this?"
"I want to kiss you," Laura said, so softly that both
of them could barely hear her.
"Laura, you are such a cunt."
"What a thing to say," Laura teased, with a long face.
"I made you pant. I made you quiver."
Shontay nodded seriously. "I can do without it."
Laura raised one eyebrow and shrugged. She started to
get up. "I can't force you."
"You don't have to go yet," Shontay said, without
moving.
Laura sat back. "I don't?"
Shontay shook her head. "Tell me what you think of the
meeting."
They discussed the meeting for a few minutes, though
Laura was very guarded and noncommittal. Shontay seemed to
be fishing, but not too hard. She smoked, opening the
window wide to let out the smoke.
"I'm not supposed to smoke in here. It's a non-smoking
room."
Laura knew that Shontay smoked when she got nervous.
She smoked two cigarettes in a row.
"May I kiss you now?" Laura whispered, getting up from
the chair, as Shontay snubbed out the second cigarette.
Shontay seemed paralyzed, her pale brown eyes pulsing
as she looked up at Laura coming across the small room.
There was no sign on her face of the implacable hostility
that earlier had been there. Still, she shook her head.
Laura stopped.
"No kissing." She turned her cheek to the side to
deflect Laura's kiss, which grazed her cheekbone instead.
Laura pulled back. "Sorry. I thought . . . since
we're both forced to be here at this cruddy meeting, we
might comfort each other a little."
Shontay gave her a sharp look. "You don't like the
meeting? You were lying earlier?"
Laura shrugged. "I never said I liked it."
"I'm on the planning committee for this off-site,"
Shontay said, sounding wounded. "Tell me what you don't
like about it."
"I'd rather not," Laura said, trying to kiss her again.
"Cut it out!" Shontay scooted to the side. "What are
you going to do, rape me? Isn't that what you do every time
I see you?"
Laura smiled understandingly. "I didn't think you
objected. Before."
"I object now. Maybe you'd better go."
"Shontay, you're very lovely. May I take your hair
down? You always look so sexy with your hair down. It
makes me just . . . quiver inside. Turn your head, and I'll
take your hair down for you."
"Don't you touch me!"
Now Laura believed she meant it. Shontay was shaking
with fury. Laura backed off. "Okay . . . okay. I know
when I'm not wanted."
She pulled back, still standing, not really knowing
what to do. Shontay looked completely discombobulated and
did not stand up for a few seconds. When she did, she
strode in just two steps to the door, her legs being very
long and the room very small. Laura looked at her sadly.
But Shontay herself was apologizing as she held the
door open for Laura. "I'm sorry . . . it just didn't work
out," she mumbled.
Laura paused, half in the door and half out. She
whispered, not wanting any stray passerby in the hallway to
hear her. "I'm sorry you feel the way you do."
She raised one finger to Shontay's cheek and caressed
it, slowly, meaningfully. Then she turned and walked down
the dark corridor to the fork, then up the other wing to her
own room. She did not know if Shontay was watching her as
she walked away, but she did not hear the door shut.
Back in her own room, she showered, then turned on the
TV, sound down low, to distract herself. She must have
nodded off briefly, for she was awakened by a soft rapping
at her door. She crossed the room and opened it a crack,
leaving the brass chain fastened.
"Shontay." Quickly, Laura unfastened the chain. "How
did you find my room?"
"Are you going to let me in?" Shontay snapped, under
her breath.
"Of course."
Laura opened the door, and Shontay slipped inside.
Laura's heart had started thumping inside her chest when she
noticed that Shontay had taken her hair down. It hung in
disheveled clumps around her ears and cheeks. She was
wearing a cream-colored terry cloth bathrobe that made her
honey-hued skin more beautiful than ever.
"I . . . peeked," Shontay confessed, looking briefly at
the floor in embarrassment. "When you left . . . I walked
behind you and peeked down the hall. To see which one you
went into."
Since Laura did not dare to say anything else at the
moment, she closed the door and refastened the chain. Both
of them watched her fingers, as if it were a significant
gesture, resonating with sexual overtones, the mere slipping
of a knob of metal into a slot. Laura turned off the TV.
She looked at Shontay, who seemed petrified.
Calm down, honey, Laura said with her eyes, still not
daring to speak. We've done this before. Remember?
They were both still standing, only inches apart, since
Laura's room was as small as Shontay's. Laura crossed the
remaining distance, looking up, since Shontay was so tall.
"Ready for that kiss now?"
Shontay didn't say anything. She didn't move away,
either. "I . . . was sorry you left," she whispered. "I'm
sorry I made you leave."
"There's nothing for anyone to be sorry about," Laura
murmured, uptilting her mouth to Shontay's, trying to beckon
Shontay to lower hers a little, since their lips were still
inches apart.
"Maybe I should go," Shontay said, suddenly.
This, Laura knew, was a way of acknowledging that if
she stayed, they would fuck. Laura smiled at her gently.
Shontay was always so skittish, like a thoroughbred.
"I'd be very unhappy if you did," Laura said.
Now Shontay's pale, light brown eyes swam with sexual
meanings that she could not suppress. "Okay, then," she
said, very softly. "I'm ready."
To make it special, Laura raised both hands to her
face, luxuriating in the feel of Shontay's hair brushing her
fingers, swinging loose around her cheeks, and pulled
Shontay's mouth gently down into hers. A thrilling electric
charge coursed through both of them as their lips met, a
scintillating current borne of their estrangement, the time
that had elapsed since they had last done this, and their
evasive circling since then.
Shontay's mouth was warm and sensual, and Laura's lips
curved into hers slowly, with agonizing sensitivity, before
their tongues even met. She was in no hurry and wanted to
enjoy every micro-second of this to the fullest. Finally,
Shontay's teeth parted, and Laura's tongue slithered inside
her mouth, probing, dancing, exploring the entire warm wet
cavity, coiling with Shontay's tongue now. She still held
Shontay's face in both hands. Shontay was soft and
yielding, so different from her earlier sharp, hostile
manner. She yielded her mouth to Laura's, letting Laura's
tongue fuck her mouth without any counter aggression, until
finally the fire inside grew too hot and she began to kiss
Laura back more hungrily.
Now Laura was forced into the passive role as Shontay
drove her tongue deep into her mouth. Shontay clutched
Laura's body through Laura's thin housecoat, and Laura
dropped her own hands, finding the sash of Shontay's
bathrobe and pulling it loose. She slipped her hands
inside, clasping the girl's warm, lean, naked body.
Shontay had a long, supple back that was just a dream
of rapture for Laura, who ran her fingers all over it,
feeling the long smooth muscles that ran the length of it
from her shapely shoulder blades all the way down to her
dimpled sacrum.
"I love your back," Laura whispered, momentarily
disentangling her tongue from Shontay's, panting. "I want
to kiss it all over . . . god, what a beautiful back."
She swept her hands forward as Shontay began kissing
her again, pulling them up to Shontay's enchanting small
breasts, the size of delicate teacups. Anyone who did not
know Shontay's body well, as Laura did, would have been
surprised to find them there since in most of her clothes
Shontay looked severely flat-chested. But in fact, she had
these marvelous, perfect little globes, firm and round,
capped by thick, dark caramel nipples that Laura was now
pinching gently, insistently.
Shontay pulled back from kissing Laura long enough to
smile. "You like those too, don't you," she panted, her
lips wet with Laura's saliva, her eyes shiny and hot.
It had taken her a long time to get to the point where
she could enjoy Laura's adoration of her naked body.
Shontay was very tall and thin, even skinny, some would say,
with thin thighs and marvelously-etched bone structure,
prominent collarbones, rounded but also slightly bony
shoulders. Her ribcage protruded slightly, and her elbows
and knees were occasionally a little awkward. But she had a
model's body, and certainly a model's face, when she let her
hair down, and once you got used to the length of her body
and its angles, you could easily become enraptured by it,
Laura knew. This rapture of Laura's was almost the sole
cause of Shontay's becoming prouder of her physical charms.
And ever since that had occurred, she had loved teasing
Laura about Laura's hunger for them.
"Tell me how you love my titties," she whispered in
Laura's ear, her fingers now scrabbling for the buttons on
Laura's housecoat.
"I could eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner,"
Laura murmured, pulling open the bathrobe now, squeezing the
marvelous small globes. "I could suck them in my sleep."
"Ooooohhhhh," Shontay giggled softly, "you're awake
now."
"Oh, I can suck them when I'm awake too."
Laura dropped her mouth to Shontay's breasts, holding
them in her hands and peppering them with hot kisses,
enchanted by seeing more and more of Shontay's rich honey-
velvet skin come into view. In the dim light of her room it
glowed with a fine sheen like light molasses, and Laura
extended her tongue, licking wide swoops around Shontay's
glimmering caramel nipples, then letting her lips approach
closer to one, while Shontay looked down at her mouth.
"Ahhh!" she gasped as Laura sucked the shiny, soft
caramel bud inside.
Laura sucked it gently at first, swirling her tongue
all around Shontay's nipple and feeling it grow thicker and
pulpier inside her wet mouth. Shontay stroked Laura's head,
whimpering softly, watching. The harder her nipple became
in Laura's mouth, the harder Laura sucked it, until Shontay
was moaning and trembling.
"Oh shit . . . I've got to lie down, Laura," she
gasped. "You're making my legs weak. God, you do that so
well!"
"Quick, lie down on the bed," Laura murmured. "Here,
take this off."
Shontay was pliant and obedient, so different from her
earlier self, slipping the bathrobe off her body with
Laura's help. Laura was quickly out of her housecoat too,
and she pulled the bed coverings down, exposing the sheet,
in one rapid motion.
"We'll have to be very quiet," she whispered to
Shontay, as they stretched out facing one another.
Shontay's pale brown eyes were wide and shiny. She
nodded. "I know."
Laura gazed deep into them, hypnotized as usual by
their odd sexual power over her. "Now give me that other
lovely little breast," she breathed.
Shontay, half-embarrassed but saucy at the same time,
cupped her other breast in one hand, looking down, offering
it to Laura. "You can do it a little harder, if you want,"
she murmured.
"Mmmm, does it make your pretty pussy wet when I suck
you hard?" Laura asked, quickly taking Shontay's other
nipple into her mouth, laving it fervidly with her tongue.
"Oh god, yes!" Shontay whimpered again.
Laura smiled up at her, holding Shontay's wet, erect,
caramel nipple playfully between her teeth. She released it
momentarily. "Can I see how wet it is?"
The same half-embarrassed but sexually excited grin
passed across Shontay's face. She nodded.
But Laura was unwilling to leave Shontay's marvelous
small breasts just yet and resumed sucking the wet, pointing
nipple she had just released, then returned to the first
one, mouth-mauling it passionately now. Shontay squirmed.
Her fingers fluttered in Laura's hair, and she arched her
back a little, pushing her wet nipples into Laura's face.
"Now . . . let me see," Laura teased softly. "Should I
see how wet it is with my finger . . . or my tongue?"
Shontay giggled and panted nervously. "Either one."
"Which do you like the most?"
"Tongue."
"Mmmm . . . it's a long way down this long, beautiful
body," Laura purred, now descending, her lips moving
skillfully across Shontay's long, palpitating stomach,
kissing it everywhere.
"Oh Laura . . ."
Now that she had Shontay in her bed, Laura was in no
rush. Though many may have thought Shontay's naked body to
be overly angular, bony, and thin, Laura found it
enchanting. Shontay's honey-gold skin was covered with a
fine, silky down that Laura reveled in rubbing her cheek
against, and she could feel the fine silk under her
sensitive lips as they inched slowly down the taut, heaving
muscles of the girl's very long midriff.
She had to pause for a few seconds at the glistening,
raven-black curls of Shontay's small pubic patch of hair,
nuzzling the sparkly filaments with her nose, letting the
ripe perfumes of Shontay's aroused cunt drift up to her
nostrils. She had not tasted this exquisite pussy for
weeks, maybe almost two months by now, and she recognized a
sharp, sudden hunger in herself for it.
Unlike the rest of her body-long arms, long legs, long
torso, long neck, everything very long-Shontay's beautiful
pussy was a small treasure, a juicy little wet magenta slot
enclosed by glossy black cunt lips that were now gaping and
swollen. At the top, presently concealed, was, Laura knew,
a tiny but very sensitive clit that she loved to coax out
with her tongue, while feeling Shontay's body twinge and
clench in fierce anticipation of the climax she often had
some difficulty reaching.
"Oh honey," Laura murmured, kissing the smooth, warm
inner skin of Shontay's slender thighs, "this pussy is so
wet for me. I'll bet you want me to kiss it . . . and lick
it . . . as much as I want to."
"Unhhh! Oh . . . yes . . ." Shontay gasped, twisting,
looking down her long, thin, undulating body at Laura
crouched between her thighs.
"Too bad we have to be so quiet," Laura murmured. "I'd
love to suck this beautiful pussy until you scream."
"Oh god . . . we can't make any noise!" Shontay keened,
suddenly panicking. "If anyone knew we were doing this . .
. oh god!"
It was true. They were very vulnerable to being
overheard. It wasn't as if total strangers inhabited all
the other rooms along this corridor. They were fellow
workers, `colleagues,' supervisors and vice presidents. To
overhear two of their number furiously rutting in the next
room, gasping and squealing and shuddering through the
beautiful, intense orgasms Laura and Shontay were capable of
giving each other, would be a source of endless amusement
and salacious gossip for years to come.
Moreover, Shontay, being an Executive Director, had
much more to lose than Laura did. She also had a hard crust
exterior she showed constantly to the world, which she was
clearly not eager to have penetrated. Finally, the fact
that they were having a torrid lesbian encounter could not
fail to raise eyebrows and cause months of prurient
titillation.
"Don't worry," Laura smiled up at her reassuringly,
parting Shontay's wet pussy lips with the fingers of both
hands, exposing the glistening magenta flesh inside. "I'm
going to make you come so softly you won't even know it's
happening until it's over. Just grab one of those pillows
if you feel like moaning too loud, okay?"
Looking like a frightened animal-but also a beautiful
woman consumed by fierce sexual excitement-Shontay nodded.
She reached one long arm up behind her and pulled down one
of the pillows, leaving it close to her head.
In truth, though, Laura was wondering too how she could
make Shontay come without unleashing a gusher of helpless
moans and shrieks. Shontay was one of those women who did
not come easily. She required absolute concentration and
focus, and very great patience from Laura, to get to the
finish line, and often by the time she got there her
physical tension was so supreme that when her climax finally
erupted, there was no way she could restrain her piercing
cries.
But even though it was daunting, Laura wasn't going to
let that stop her. It had taken a lot of anguish on both
sides to reach this point in their relationship, and now
that Shontay had surrendered once again after an initial
resistance, Laura was not about to spurn the offer of this
beautiful, long, angular body, or the sweet, sensitive,
vulnerable girl who was offering it.
Holding Shontay's small, slick, oozing pussy open with
her thumbs, she began slowly to lick the wet, exposed,
inflamed cleft sensually with her tongue, starting at the
bottom and ending at the top by wriggling the tip of her
tongue up under the little hood that sheltered Shontay's
tiny clit.
"Oh! Oh!" Shontay gasped, her pelvis jerking up
excitedly. "God . . . I don't think I can be quiet!"
"Mmmm, yes you can," Laura purred, now burrowing her
tongue into the juicy warm pit. "Just tell me if it gets
too intense . . . then I'll slow down."
"Oh! I don't want you to slow down! It feels so
good!"
For the next two or three minutes Laura was very
careful and Shontay very silent, though the sexual tension
was building gradually and relentlessly. Laura did not want
it to go too fast, and Shontay was incapable of exploding
without warning anyway. Often she shook and strained and
mewled for several minutes before erupting. She quivered
and mewled almost inaudibly while Laura luxuriated in the
opportunity to lick her beautiful wet quim to her heart's
content. Finally, Shontay's clit began to swell and become
more visible, and Laura could not keep her tongue from
sliding over it too.
"Oh!" Shontay gasped, her body clenching now more
frequently. "Ohhnnnn!"
Laura found herself recalling her old apartment, and
how she had struggled countless times to keep the neighbors
from overhearing her cries and those of her climaxing
lovers. The last neighbors upstairs, whom she had taken
pains to guard from these ecstatic screams, were Shontay's
own parents, though they had always been gone when Laura and
Shontay had fucked, often heatedly, once after a ferocious
cat fight, fucking savagely and sweetly on the floor in
Shontay's own parents' apartment. It was hard not to
remember it all now as she patiently, carefully, tenderly,
then more passionately, licked the wet, shiny, bright
magenta insides of the lovely, complicated girl's gorgeous,
small, festering pussy, bringing low, guttural moans of
pleasure from deep in Shontay's chest.
"Unnhhhh . . . unhhhh . . . unhhhhh Laura . . .
ohnnnnn!"
"You're going to come . . . you're going to come,
aren't you . . . darling . . ." Laura murmured to her, not
really knowing if she was yet, since you never knew with
Shontay until it actually arrived, but hoping to encourage
her, build her confidence, get her to the pinnacle by
cheering her on.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Shontay whimpered, twisting, her
beautiful, thin, honey-gold, long body writhing and her
small breasts sliding up and down on her chest.
"You missed me, didn't you . . ." Laura chuckled
softly. "You missed me sucking and licking your pretty
pussy like this, didn't you?"
By now Laura was being much more adventurous, sucking
Shontay's clit, hood and all, into her mouth, swirling her
tongue around it, kneading Shontay's pretty, smooth little
buns with her fingers.
Shontay's body suddenly clenched in a noticeable spasm,
and she immediately began churning and panting faster. "Oh
god, I think I am going to come, Laura! Yes! Oh shit . . .
right there! Yes! Right there! Ungghh!"
Laura wanted her to come, but the closer they got, the
more frightened she became of the consequences. It was a
terrible dilemma. She wanted to pour it on about now, to
give Shontay what she really needed to reach an obliterating
orgasm of the kind Laura had given her countless times in
the past. Shontay had become almost addicted to the way
Laura often slid one long forefinger up into her ass just
before she came, igniting exuberant firestorms of coming in
a girl who had known nothing but her own tame, masturbatory
orgasms before Laura came into her life. She craved it and
would beg for it. It was, Laura reflected, about as kinky
as they had ever become together.
Shontay was close to losing all control, and yet Laura,
who knew she couldn't risk the finger-up-the-ass this
time-it was way too dangerous-could not resist slipping one
of her fingers between Shontay's smooth, tight little buns
and pressing her fingertip against Shontay's perineum, the
small area of skin between the lower part of her cunt and
her asshole, a very sensitive spot, Laura knew.
"Ahnnggmmiiee!" Shontay cried out, her body almost
jackknifing at the touch, her cry much louder than anything
Laura had elicited from her so far.
"The pillow, honey . . . the pillow," Laura coached her
softly, reaching up with her free hand and pulling it closer
to Shontay's face, which was already torn by a grimace of
piercing sexual feeling.
"Oh . . . oh yes! Unhhhhh!" Shontay panted, now
swirling her hips, pushing her pussy up into Laura's mouth.
This was, to Laura, a very good sign. She's close.
She is going to make it . . . any second. Now Laura began
to massage Shontay's perineum while sucking and tonguing her
pussy even more heatedly, though well aware that any instant
she might have to take quick measures to muffle the girl's
helpless screams as Shontay's long body began undulating
more rapidly, and her breathing became more labored.
"Yes, honey . . . yes, honey . . . I'm going to suck
your beautiful pussy so hard . . . you're going to come so
hard . . . I'm going to fuck you so hard . . ." Laura
murmured, knowing also that even though she would deny it,
Shontay got aroused by having Laura talk dirty to her while
fucking her.
Now Shontay began straining, and small, tortured,
cawing sounds fought their way of her throat as her flesh
clenched and stiffened. Laura had seen this before and was
briefly discouraged. Often Shontay would nearly come and
then for some reason fall back, as if getting to the peak
were something she could not permit herself, as if there
were obstacles that even she could not overcome.
But Laura had helped her overcome them dozens of times
in the past, and now she only redoubled her efforts, half-
gratified anyway that it wasn't going to end too soon, that
she still had plenty of time to slurp this delicious small
wet black pussy she was so hungrily devouring. The warm,
thick nectars that flowed from Shontay's inflamed slit were
tangy and tart and sweet and buttery all at once, and Laura
drank them, grunting and snuffling almost comically herself
with fervent lust as she rubbed Shontay between her anus and
her pussy more and more insistently, and lashed Shontay's
nearly-bursting clit with her tongue.
"Ungghh . . . ungghhh!" Shontay groaned, tossed her
head, her body again jerking upward at the feel of Laura's
finger pushing ever more sharply against her perineum.
"Oh yes . . . it's coming, honey . . ." Laura panted to
her, sucking her clit, swallowing her sweet juices, now so
in tune with Shontay's surging, pulsating flesh that she
actually could feel the moment when Shontay finally arrived.
"Oh god . . . it's now, baby!"
She didn't need to tell Shontay. Fortunately for them
both, the first lightning bolt of Shontay's orgasm struck
her so severely that the breath totally left her lungs.
Only a tiny, hysterical squeaking could escape from her
throat as her long, gangly body stiffened and then collapsed
in spasms. This momentary silence gave Laura the
opportunity to slide up Shontay's body, while replacing her
tongue with her finger, thrusting it up into Shontay's
clasping pussy and fucking her rapidly with it, as she
covered Shontay's mouth with her other hand and held her,
hearing the cries explode from deep in her chest.
"Awwoommnnnnggg!" Shontay groaned loudly into Laura's
palm, her body jumping and straining as each fresh spasm
wracked her. "Unnggmmm!"
A wrenching, crushing orgasm roiled inside her, and she
lay twitching and shuddering through it for almost half a
minute. Laura held her and kissed her smooth cheek and
waited. Finally, it begin to release its grip on her.
Laura was briefly alarmed that Shontay's cries were too
loud, but before she could grab the pillow and turn
Shontay's face into it, they began to subside into long,
tremulous sighs of pleasure. The undulations of her body
began to slow too, and the fluttering of her eyelids grew
still. Laura held her, removing her hand from Shontay's
mouth now, but still gently moving her fingers inside the
warm, greasy folds of Shontay's still-throbbing pussy,
unwilling to let the smallest twinge of pleasure die away.
After a few seconds of truly intense moaning and
thrashing together on the bed, they were silent. The room
was silent. It was quiet enough to hear their breathing,
slowly returning to normal. It seemed like an eternity to
Laura before Shontay turned her head and smiled wanly, her
magical pale brown eyes still pulsing with the afterglow of
this thrilling climax.
"I don't care how much you hurt me, I guess I'll always
come back," she confessed in a hushed voice. "I don't think
I could ever come like that in my life unless you did it."
"What a thing to say," Laura teased, acting mildly
shocked. She wiggled her finger inside Shontay's warm pussy
and watched Shontay's magical eyes roll up briefly. "One, I
never tried to hurt you. Two, you might come even better
with someone else, if you tried it."
Shontay shook her head solemnly. "I don't think so.
And you do hurt me. You hurt me when you ignore me."
This was unpleasant information, though Laura could
hardly act as if she didn't already know it. She was
already so aroused from bringing Shontay to a stupendous
orgasm and trying to make sure they weren't overheard that
her mind could barely concentrate on Shontay's so typical
complaints.
"I . . . I've been . . . very distracted lately," Laura
stammered apologetically. "I . . . got hurt very badly."
At first Shontay looked curious, then pained. "Welcome
to the club," she smirked, unable to repress a smile as she
said it.
Laura removed her fingers reluctantly from the girl's
warm, buttery slit. Shontay instantly recoiled.
"Don't touch me with that shit!" she half-giggled,
trying to pull away, though Laura wouldn't let her.
"Eeeewwooo . . . you're fingers are all wet!"
Laura smiled in wonder. She couldn't get over the
squeamishness some women had about their own love juices.
"You made it," she teased Shontay, glad to have a reason to
change the subject. She waved her shiny wet fingers in
Shontay's face, threatening to touch her with them. "It's
your pussy juice. I love it. Watch."
Sensually, she wrapped her tongue around her two
fingers and licked them clean.
"Yum. You have a delicious pussy, my dear. Why are
you so afraid of this yummy nectar?"
Shontay frowned at her playfully. "Since you like it
so much, you can have it all."
Laura was still holding her close, preventing her
escape with one arm. She wiped the spittle off her fingers
on the edge of the sheet. Then, turning to her most sultry,
submissive manner, she cuddled closer to Shontay.
"Make love to me, honey," she whispered. "Make love to
me. Make me come. Just put your hand down there and let me
kiss you while I'm coming so I don't scream."
Shontay softened. A tiny smile again tugged at the
corners of her mouth. Her pale brown eyes suddenly swirled
with flecks of scintillating sexual fire.
"You sure?" she murmured, bringing one hand up to
Laura's naked breasts, caressing and squeezing them,
twisting Laura's nipples gently in her thumb and forefinger.
"You don't want me to eat your pussy? You have a pretty
nice one too, you know."
"I do want you to," Laura nodded. "But I want to kiss
you and look into your eyes. I want you to look into mine
and rub me and make me come. You can eat me when we get
home."
"Mmmm," Shontay half-purred, dropping her mouth now to
Laura's nipples, teasing and licking them. "Who said we're
going to do this again when we get home?"
Laura didn't want to answer. She didn't want anything
to get in the way of this pleasure, which seemed to grow and
swell by the second. For all their checkered relationship
and mutual suspicion, she and Shontay had been making love
for months, and Shontay knew what it took to ring Laura's
bells. Her mouth on Laura's breasts had Laura climbing the
walls very quickly.
"Oh . . . god, that feels good!" Laura breathed,
looking down at Shontay's wet, pink tongue dancing over her
stiffening coral-hued nipples.
Shontay sucked each one slowly, skillfully,
passionately, stopping only when Laura began lowing and
groaning softly, twisting, pushing her pelvis forward into
Shontay's body, giving every indication that she would not
last much longer and desperately needed Shontay to bring her
off.
"Oh god, you're killing me, I need it . . . I need it!"
she whimpered into Shontay's hair, again delighting in the
way it fell in messy, sexy clumps around Shontay's cheeks
and forehead.
Shontay lifted her head, smiling, still massaging
Laura's saliva-wet breasts with her fingers, now scissoring
Laura's erect nipples between her long slim fingers. "I
wish I could come as fast as you do," she whispered, her
light brown eyes swirling, pulsing.
The sexual spell they had cast together now swept away
Shontay's resentments, and she was totally caught up in the
heat of the moment, as Laura was.
"Kiss me, you idiot," Laura panted, half-smiling. "You
sex maniac. You rapist. Kiss me and fuck me with your
hand."
Shontay's magical pale eyes flickered with mischief.
"What if I don't?"
"Oh god, please," Laura panted, her face contorted by
fierce need.
"Mmmm, I love you to beg me," Shontay said, kissing
Laura's neck, breathing in her ear, sliding one long,
graceful hand down Laura's body to her crotch, which was so
hot and wet it was nearly steaming.
"Unhhhhh!" Laura gasped as she felt Shontay slide two
fingers up into her squinchy wet furrow.
Shontay pulled her face out of Laura's hair. "You
smell so good, Laura," she whispered, her breath now coming
faster too. She looked seriously, almost solemnly, into
Laura's eyes. "You've got to be quiet too."
"Oh! Oh! Oh god . . . it feels so good . . . just
like that, yes!"
Laura began to gyrate her hips in slow, sensual fuck-
rhythm, feeling Shontay's long slender fingers slide in and
out of her sopping wet pussy. Shontay knew the effect her
hand was having on Laura, and she was quickly drawn into the
whirling vortex of Laura's gathering need, moving her
fingers faster, letting the bottoms of them slide across the
throbbing nub of Laura's clit, even clutching Laura's body
harder against hers with her other arm.
"Laura . . ." she panted, now fucking Laura's pussy so
hard and squirming together with her that the bed began to
squeak. "You can't make any noise!"
"I know!" Laura gasped, pressing the full length of her
body into Shontay's warm flesh, feeling her damp nipples
slide against Shotnay's stiff little buds, jamming her
crotch down into the girl's thrusting hand. "Unhhh!
Ungghh! Oh!"
"Laura!"
"Auunngghh!"
"Laura . . . the pillow! Here!"
For all her concern about protecting them from the
consequences of Shontay's potentially loud orgasm, Laura
when it came to her own seemed to lose complete control.
She knew it was dangerous, she knew she must control her
moans and her cries, but somehow the moment-this delicious
connection with Shontay in her bed after so much pain over
Sara and so much distress at feeling Shontay's rejection-was
piercing and sweet and overwhelming all in the same instant.
She wanted to scream with joy as she felt the hot, rushing
jolt of a surging orgasm begin to fill her body.
"Here!" Shontay almost shouted again, snatching the
pillow that Laura had earlier pulled close for her to use,
and pushing it into Laura's face, forcing it between them,
just as an ear-splitting, helpless cry of thrilling rapture
ripped its way out of Laura's throat.
"Owwmmmnngggwwoommmmmoouunngghh!" Laura screamed into
the pillow, her body stiffening, then collapsing into
several sharp spasms as a stirring orgasm wracked her.
"Unnmmmgghh . . . ohngghhh!"
After a few seconds, she turned her face aside from the
pillow to breathe as the intensity weakened, and her moans
grew correspondingly softer. Her hips were still undulating
and quivering, and she could still feel Shontay's two
fingers sunk deep inside her pussy, and Shontay's long arm
wrapped around her back, pulling her close. As Laura's
groans subsided into panting, Shontay pulled the pillow
away.
"You didn't get to look in my eyes, like you wanted,"
she whispered, kissing Laura's cheek. "You can look in them
now."
"Oh god, I think I could have another one, if you just
hold it like that!" Laura gasped, knowing with some
mysterious certainty that she was poised on the edge of a
second climax.
Looking into Shontay's pale eyes, so adoring, so soft,
smoldering with so much sex and affection and sensuality,
made it even more certain.
"Are you really going to come again?" Shontay asked
softly, as if unbelieving.
"I . . . think so," Laura panted, again pushing her
throbbing pussy down into Shotnay's hand. "Look at me . . .
look at me . . . and fuck me . . ."
"Like this?"
"Oh god, yes! Unhhhh! Oh god . . . yes, right now . .
. it's-"
This time she was not so afraid of screaming and merely
pushed her face into Shontay's smooth shoulder, squeaking
and mewling as a fresh orgasm streamed through her body like
a radiant wave, filling her flesh with warm honey, then
melting into small feathery spasms that seemed to last an
eternity. Shontay held her throughout, then kissed her
gently on the face as Laura began to recover.
"I'm so envious," she murmured, seriously, kissing
Laura's forehead, finally removing her fingers from Laura's
wet pussy. She wiped them, trying to be surreptitious, on
the sheet. "Not only can you come so quick, you can also
come twice. Like at the same time. First one, then
another. God, I've never done that."
"Did I make too much noise?"
Shontay broke into a grin. "You were trying. I nearly
suffocated you with that pillow to get you to stop."
Laura nodded. "You did. I guess it was necessary. I
don't know what came over me. Just having you . . . hold me
like that, and doing everything to me . . . and I just came
and I couldn't help screaming."
Shontay loved this praise and nearly blushed herself,
looking down momentarily. "I guess I'm getting it right."
Laura embraced her ardently, and kissed her sensual
mouth hungrily. "I guess you are."
They dozed dreamily, nestled together, for a long time.
Laura luxuriated in pushing her face into the messy clumps
of Shontay's hair, inhaling the clean, somehow sexually
stirring, odor of her scalp, and the musky perfume that now
seemed to wreathe her skin as the consequence of their sweet
coupling. She knew she probably smelled the same way to
Shontay.
"I'm beginning to want you again," she murmured
drowsily into Shontay's molasses-colored ear, slipping her
tongue inside of it.
Shontay giggled softly and squirmed free. "Laura! We
can't. It's bad enough we did it already. What if somebody
heard? Do you know who's in these rooms next to you?"
Laura shook her head. "We were quiet enough. Don't
worry."
Now that she had thought of it again, Shontay seemed
very nervous. Laura tried to calm her.
"I want your body," she murmured, kissing Shontay's
long, smooth, golden neck. "I want to push my pussy into
your pussy."
Shontay squirmed again, this time not so much out of
nerves as renewed sexual excitement. "We can't. Wait until
we get home."
"You said we might not be doing this when we get home,"
Laura smiled, feigning petulance, pouting.
Shontay softened. "I can't . . . stop wanting to," she
confessed. "I told you . . . I never came that way except
with you. I can't stop wanting it."
Even though Shontay looked like she wished she could
stop wanting it, Laura understood. "Great. Then, when we
get home, we have a big fucking party at your place. How
about it?"
Shontay frowned. "You're making fun of me."
"Am not," Laura grinned.
"Are too." Shontay cocked an eyebrow. "Why can't we
have it at your place? Have you got something to hide?"
"Only the depths of my lust for your wonderful sexy
skinny body," Laura laughed, dragging her down on her back
on the mattress and swarming all over her in a passionate
fever of mock lechery.
They laughed and rolled around tickling one another for
about a minute, until the bed began to squeak. Then it
seemed to occur to both of them at the same instant that
they might be overheard having this tickle mania moment.
How ironic to be caught playing when nobody overheard us
fucking like two lust-crazed minks only a few minutes ago,
Laura thought. She could see from Shontay's eyes, even
though her face was contorted with suppressed laughter, that
she was thinking the same thing.
They had rarely if ever shared such a relaxed, playful
moment. Laura wondered if Shontay had ever shared one with
anybody. It brought a new intimacy into their relationship,
a deeper emotion that now made them both more reluctant to
part. And yet Laura knew in the back of her mind that if
she were not feeling so bereft of Sara, she would not be
feeling this deep tug of emotion for Shontay.
"I have to go back to my room," Shontay said, sitting
up, looking around the room for her bathrobe.
"I wish you would stay here," Laura purred, trying to
pull her down to the sheet again. "We could sleep and, you
know, cuddle and . . ."
"That's just the problem," Shontay pulled away. "I
can't control my feelings." Her eyes sparkled at Laura, and
she gave her a small, reluctant grin.
"You mean you want it like I do," Laura said.
Shontay nodded, but in the next moment she got up from
the bed, found her bathrobe crumpled on the floor, shook it
out, and slipped it on. "I've got to go back. In the
morning there will be more people in the halls. They'll
see."
"I know," Laura admitted.
It was the right thing to do. She couldn't deny it.
She waylaid Shontay at the door. They kissed, softly,
romantically.
"I had fun," Shontay whispered.
"Me too," Laura winked. "Sleep tight."
But after Shontay had left, Laura could not sleep
herself. Boy, `fun' doesn't even describe it, she thought.
That was intense. She is a very intense woman. I mean, we
just diddled a little and each of us came . . . but it was
emotionally intense.
She switched on the small TV in the corner and realized
after a few minutes that it had been the wrong thing to do.
On the old movies channel, To Have and Have Not was playing,
starring Bogie and Lauren Bacall. Laura recalled Sara
having told her that if she had been born white she would
want to look like Lauren Bacall. "Sorry, Laura," she had
said, with her usual sardonic wit. "You're second."
The memory was piercingly sad to Laura, who sat up
watching the movie until one o'clock, trying to pay
attention to it without thinking of Sara.
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