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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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My teenage son is involved in a live-action roleplaying game
(imagine people dressing up in costumes and acting out D&D-type
adventures). They use foam "weapons", and represent throwing
"magic spells" by tossing little cloth packets of birdseed. For
uniform packing, my son prefers to use plain white millet seeds
(which look astonishingly like hemp seeds, but that's another
story entirely). Recently he borrowed my car to drive himself and
a few of his friends to one of these adventures.

Apparently while he was driving, his friends were making seed
packets in the back seat, and managed to spill a fair amount of
seeds all over the rug. The next day, he said he'd cleaned up
most of it. I didn't pay very much attention to the back seat;
mostly I was just in a hurry to drive off and do some errands. A
few days later he borrowed my car again. When he brought it back
to me, there was a mostly-empty spring water bottle rolling around
on the floor, which I promptly got rid of myself. I didn't notice
that the bottle had leaked onto the rug.

The car sat in the hot sun for a few days, while I continued to
not pay attention to the back seat. Today, though, I had to haul a
number of bulky items home, and I went to put them in the back...
and discovered that the millet seeds, on the soggy wet rug, in the
warm sunny car, had begun to sprout!

Yes... my VW has turned into a giant Chia Pet.

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Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 70
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 70




After Brandi's departure, Laura fell into her usual depression.
Of all her lovers, both Brandi and Jonelle pierced her heart most
deeply, and separating from either always caused her great pain.
For three or four days she was unbearably glum and abstracted, and
then on the fifth day something happened to make it even worse.

She was cruising the aisles of her local Safeway, listlessly
picking up a few things, when she noticed a new assistant manager
handling the cash drawers, money orders, etc. Where's Tracy? she
suddenly thought, alarmed. Oh god, they didn't transfer her! I'll
never find her!

But then she reassured herself. Everybody gets a day off now
and then. She herself had just taken two to spend them deliriously
fucking with Brandi, Ms. Olympia. Her body still throbbed in wild
happiness at the memory, and her cunt moistened. She could still
almost feel Brandi's huge thigh, steel sheathed in black silk, moving
powerfully against her open pussy. But her thoughts quickly jumped
back to Tracy.

She was young, smart, pretty, ambitious. They were always
looking out for new talent. They wouldn't take long to move her up.
Now Laura's anxiety flooded in again. Oh god, I won't see her
again! she thought.

She couldn't keep herself from asking the checker, as she was
leaving. She pulled an earring out of her handbag and showed it to
him.

"You know that girl, that assistant manager who's usually
here?" she said. "What is her name . . . Stacy?"

"Oh, you mean Tracy?"

"Yes, that's her. Well, I . . . found this earring of hers
that she dropped when we were talking outside, last time I was here.
I wanted to return it."

"Oh, she wasn't the assistant manager," he said. "She was
what you are before they make you an assistant manager. But they
did make her one. Last week. She's now at the Safeway in
Emeryville."

"Oh," Laura said, crestfallen. "Emeryville? I guess I could,
you know, find her there."

"You sure can," he grinned. "Every day."

"Thanks," she said, weakly.

She got into her car and found herself on the way to
Emeryville before she even realized it. God, I guess it's just to
get my mind off Brandi, she thought. When she got there, she went in
and started buying some more items, hoping to spot Tracy.

They ran into each other near the cheese deli.

"Oh, hi there," Tracy said, brightly, her lovely young face
breaking into a fetching grin as she saw Laura. "What are you doing
here, did you move?"

"I, uh, no," Laura stammered.

"They made me an assistant manager," Tracy said, proudly.

"I know. Congratulations."

Tracy looked right and left, as if to keep anyone from
overhearing. Then she leaned so close that her smooth black cheek
almost brushed Laura's, and whispered.

"I finally found out the name of that model you look like,"
she said, conspiratorially. "Stephanie Seymour. You know? You
look just like her."

"Thanks."

"Except you have more, you know, up here," she pointed to
Laura's breasts. "You sure are gorgeous, though."

"Thanks," Laura said again, blushing this time.

"What are you doing over here?"

Laura's blush grew deeper. "Actually . . . I hope you won't
take this the wrong way, but I, uh, wanted to see you. I was afraid
. . . you know, I wouldn't see you again. I . . . uh, like you."

Tracy positively beamed. Clearly she didn't take it the wrong
way, at least not yet. "I like you too," she smiled warmly.

Throwing caution to the winds, Laura pressed ahead. "So . . .
maybe we could meet for coffee some time. I mean, when you're not
working."

Tracy's eyes widened. "You know, the only days I get off are
Sunday and Wednesday. Sunday I have to spend with my kids, of
course. And you probably work Wednesdays. Everybody does," she
sighed.

"I could maybe take one off," Laura said, not meaning to seem
too eager. Quickly, she calculated. It was Thursday. She knew her
period would be coming up early the following week. "Maybe a week
from next Wednesday."

Then she felt guilty and blushed again. Just meeting Tracy
for coffee didn't mean . . .

But Tracy accepted eagerly. "Gosh, that'd be great," she
said, enthusiastically. "Here's my home number." She scribbled it
on the back of a brown paper bag. "Call me. We'll get together.
That'll be fun. Excuse me, I have to go back to work now. Got to
be careful, new promotion, you know."

Her eyes sparkled happily.

"I know," Laura said, smiling back. "I'll call."

Driving back across the bridge, she was flooded with a welter
of conflicting emotions. Anticipation. God, she's lovely, I want
her so much. Guilt. She has kids. She's so friendly. She has no
idea I want to screw her.

Tracy reminded her in a way of Cecilia, so artless and open.
And yet Cecilia, after her initial reluctance, had become a
voracious and wildly hot lover, dying to fuck with Laura whenever
possible. She still was.

Laura tried to put the whole thing out of her mind until
Wednesday aweek. And who should help her do it but Yvette, whom she
had not seen for weeks, almost two months, in fact. They had last
been together on John Scheinbaum's office sofa, caught half-naked in
each other's arms by Pete Hansen. Laura's phone was ringing when she
walked in the door.

"God, I'm glad you're home," Yvette said breathlessly.
"Arthur had to go out of town. His father is dying."

"Oh," Laura said. She had wished it was Arthur himself.

"Can I come over? I mean, I don't want to be rude. But
Laura, I miss you. You sleep with my little sister more than you
sleep with me."

"Now that's not true," Laura said, though she and Chanitra had
shared an exuberant few hours in bed before Brandi showed up.

"Please say yes," Yvette begged.

"Okay. Come on over."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

And during those twenty minutes, while she waited, Laura found
herself turning into a helpless prisoner of lust. Brandi had been
gone for five days. Tracy's tempting beauty had filled her with
fresh desire. And the memory of her last encounter with Yvette sent
her over the top.

Her cunt was pulsing and wet. She and Yvette had always had
explosive sex, and she knew what was coming. Her heart almost
stopped beating for a moment when she opened her door and saw Yvette
standing there.

All her initial desire for the girl came flooding back to her.
Yvette looked spectacular. Tall, lean, her incredible long shapely
legs showing under a high miniskirt, her wonderful glossy dark skin
glowing and smooth, her eyes flashing with amusement and danger, her
sensual mouth pouting in just such a way as to make Laura nearly
tremble with need for her.

The door was barely shut and bolted before they were kissing
voraciously, all tongues, fingers biting through clothing, trying to
drink each other with their mouths. But then Yvette drew back,
smiling, suddenly a very fetching tease.

"He'll be gone until Sunday night," she said. "Do you think
we can spend two days together without killing each other?"

Laura smiled back, even though her spirit took a small dip at
this news. She and Brandi had nearly put one another in the
hospital, and doing a repeat performance with Yvette might be more
than Laura could take. But kissing Yvette had made her blood
sizzle, and right now she was willing to try.

"God, you look gorgeous," she said to Yvette. "Why do you
look so beautiful?"

"Oh?" Yvette teased, pirouetting, showing off her spectacular
legs. "You want me? Tired of all those other sluts? Including my
slutty little sister?"

"Now now," Laura said. "What about your daughter?"

"She's with my Mom. We can play. Tell me how much you want
me."

"Tell me how you silenced Pete Hansen," Laura said, drawing
Yvette back into her arms and kissing her phenomenally smooth black
cheek.

"Well," Yvette's eyes sparkled with mischief, "the bad news is
I couldn't get him to fuck me because he's gay."

"You sound like you wanted him to," Laura said, not concealing
her jealousy.

"Well . . . he is pretty good-looking. Or were you too
flustered to notice? And I'm not like you, just a lesbian straight
out. I like guys too."

"Is this Hurt Laura day?"

Yvette shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"And the good news?"

"The good news is that like most gay guys he's a sex maniac
and understands what we were doing, and he'll be quiet so I don't
'out' him. I did have a little affair since I last saw you, though.
With Rhonda Reardon, do you know her?"

Laura felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. She had
been jealous before, but couldn't remember this hot squirt of fire
in her stomach. Rhonda? Laura knew Rhonda Reardon: tall, very
blond, pretty enough, corporate bitch type, expensive scarves, lots
of jewelry, hard-edged.

"Yes, I know her," Laura swallowed. She released Yvette from
her embrace, stunned by the news, her stomach churning wildly. "How
did it happen?" she asked, as if it were a horrible, bloody
accident.

And of course Yvette, as always, enjoyed turning the knife.
"Oh, our group went on this off-site planning conference, up in
Sonoma. I went swimming in the pool before dinner, and she kept
staring at me. That evening we just sort of . . . ended up in my
room. She's good, but not like you, Laura."

Laura only now realized that her eyes were full of tears, hot
tears, and they were spilling down her cheeks.

"I don't know why you're crying," Yvette went on. "You've
screwed half the pretty girls in the company, especially the black
ones, right? Not only my little sister. Karen Harris. Barbara
Crowley. Jonelle Roberts. Yes, I know about her. She used to get
all moony whenever you came into view. I knew you were fucking her
silly."

"Yvette, please."

Yvette's eyes watered briefly. "I get jealous too," she
whimpered.

Again they embraced, kissing passionately this time, their
tears mingling. And for some reason the burning jealousy each felt
sharpened their hunger. They nearly devoured one another. Laura
started undressing Yvette as she kissed her. Yvette's hands came up
to Laura's breasts, squeezing them urgently through Laura's clothes.

"Oh . . . Jesus, I want you!" Laura panted.

"Quick," Yvette breathed. "Let's do it quick. In the
bedroom."

Laura drug her down the hall and into the bedroom, kicking the
door shut with her foot. Yvette was already half out of her blouse.
Laura quickly unzipped her skirt. It fell to her ankles. Now she
wore only her bra and bikini panties, stark white against her
delicious dark smooth black skin. The thought of Rhonda Reardon
running her hands and mouth all over Yvette's exquisite body made
Laura almost gag.

But she didn't have much time to dwell on it. Yvette was
undressing her now, pulling her sweatshirt up over her head,
unzipping her jeans, pulling them down. The two of them were
frantic with lust. Yvette unclasped Laura's bra, kissing her naked
back, slipping her hands under Laura's arms and cupping her naked
breasts from behind.

They both fell onto the bed, and Yvette turned Laura around,
kissing her mouth heatedly again, then dropping her lips to Laura's
breasts. She sucked Laura's nipples hard, ravenously, making Laura
cry out.

"Ungghh! Oh god . . . unhh! God, yes!"

She kissed and sucked Yvette's smooth neck and shoulders, her
fingers scrabbling for the girl's bra clasp. Yvette's mouth drank
hers again, and she got the clasp free, pulling off Yvette's bra,
then pinning the girl on her back. She scooped up Yvette's small,
perfect breasts in her hands and sucked Yvette's bursting, swelling
black nipples as hungrily as Yvette had swallowed hers.

"Ohhnnn . . . oh oh Laura oh yes oh yes yes!" Yvette
whimpered, squirming, wincing as Laura's mouth passionately tore at
her sensitive nipples.

Laura remembered how Yvette had said her nipples were tougher
after childbirth, and she liked to have them sucked hard. She also
remembered how Yvette had come, the first time with Laura, when
Laura had sucked her nipples like this. And this time was a repeat
performance.

Laura sucked and even bit them gently, and Yvette squirmed and
whooped uncontrollably, her lovely face torn with wild sexual need.

"Oh yes! Oh yes, Laura . . . I oh . . . I'm going to . . ."

The thought that Rhonda had sucked Yvette's nipples this way,
and brought the same helpless cry of need from Yvette's throat,
burned through Laura's gut even as she brought the girl higher,
higher, to the pinnacle. She slid one hand under Yvette's panties,
finding the soupy wet mess of her pussy, scissoring her clit in two
fingers, rubbing it hard.

"Oh! Oh god! Ungghhaiiiggnhhiieee!" Yvette cried out, coming
in a fierce uprush of ecstacy as Laura bunched up one small breast
in her hand and assaulted Yvette's wet, stiff nipple savagely.

"Unhh! Oh god . . . oh Laura!" she sighed, her eyes glazed with
swirling love and lust.

She was still swimming in the aftermath of sensations that
accompanied her orgasm, and Laura's lust for her had not diminished
a bit. She swarmed over the mewling girl, pulling her panties off
now, sliding quickly down and tonguing Yvette's pussy, devouring it.
She had not tasted this beautiful pussy--by far the most beautifully
shaped she had ever seen--for months, and again the sharp gut pain
of realizing that Rhonda Reardon had also licked it attacked her.

God, I hate her for fucking you! she thought wildly as she
tongue-fucked Yvette's juicy pussy. And I hate you for letting her
fuck you! Her wild passion mixed with jealousy brought Yvette to
another explosive climax in under a minute. She lay gasping for
breath, trembling, throbbing with aftershocks, and still Laura was
fucking her, sliding her finger up inside Yvette's pussy, determined
to make her come so hard that she would regret giving her body to
another woman.

Yvette's eyes were glazed, her face contorted with sexual
need, her body writhing under the onslaught as Laura swarmed over
her. She got a finger up into the girl's ass, and another into her
pussy, searching for the spot. Yvette went wild, squirming and
whimpering hysterically as her body was hungrily raped and devoured
by Laura.

And Laura was insatiable. Fucking Yvette with both hands, she
sucked the girl's clit into her mouth, lashing it hard with her
tongue, and Yvette's body clenched, then exploded in a fury of
orgasms.

"Unghh! Oh! AUUNGGHIIEEEE!" she cried out, coming fiercely,
shrieking before Laura's hand could cover her mouth to muffle the
groans.

After the first outburst she was still coming, her lovely lean
body arching and quivering, clenching and shuddering, but the breath
seemed to be knocked out of her, and she only cawed and mewled
insanely as wave after wave of shocking pleasure wrenched her.
Still enraged by burning jealousy and consumed with lust for Yvette,
Laura fucked her until Yvette went limp in the wake of her fourth
orgasm.

Finally, she slid her fingers out of Yvette's body, wiping
them on the sheet and kissing her way back up the girl's long, silky
black body to her face. She kissed Yvette's mouth long and slowly,
reawakening Yvette from the stunning trance of fierce coming she had
sent her into.

"Oh god . . . Laura," Yvette gasped. "You . . . raped me so
hard. I came so hard!"

Laura, of course, was still wildly aroused from the
experience, and rubbing her naked body against Yvette's made her
even more so.

"I was so angry at you for letting Rhonda fuck you," she
confessed. "And so horny for you myself. I guess I lost control a
little."

"God, I thought I wasn't going to stop coming, when you
touched that secret spot." She kissed Laura, looking contrite.
"Look, I'm sorry about Rhonda. It didn't mean anything. We only
did it a few times."

"A few times?" Laura burned.

"It only made me know there's no one like you."

Laura didn't know whether to believe her. But she did know
she really had no right to be jealous, the way she gave her body,
and her heart, so completely to Jonelle, and to Brandi. But her
affection for Yvette seemed equally intense at this moment. How can
I love all of them so much? she wondered.

But thoughts of this kind quickly disappeared as she felt
Yvette's lips on her body, and looked down to see one of her
swollen, aching nipples vanish into Yvette's warm, wet mouth.
Yvette sucked her gently at first, but Laura was wildly horny after
making the girl come so violently, and so many times. She writhed
under Yvette's mouth, moaning and begging her.

"Ohhhnnnn god baby yes yesssss!" she moaned, holding Yvette's
head, pushing her breast into Yvette's mouth. "Bite it. Oh please!
Fuck me with your hand. Oh god, I'm going to come. Bite me, honey,
bite me and fuck me! Please! Do it hard!"

Laura still had her panties on. Quickly she helped Yvette
pull them down and off. Yvette's hand slid back up to her crotch,
and two long fingers slid deep into her wet pussy. Now Yvette's
lips fastened on Laura's other nipple, drawing it in deep. Her
fingers scissored Laura's clit, rubbing it hard, and at the same
time she sank her teeth into Laura's thick, throbbing nipple, not to
hard, but hard enough to make Laura wince, and yelp softly.

Her body clenched, gripped by an involuntary shudder, and she
spilled over in torrents of coming.

"Auungghh! Oh! Unngghh! Oh yes . . . ungghh oh god!
Aunngghiiieee!" she cried out, flipping, surging off the bed, coming
fiercely as Yvette continued pumping her flooding pussy.

Finally, she slumped back to the bed, panting, her body still
tingling with aftershocks. Slowly, Yvette pulled her fingers out of
Laura's pussy and licked each one off sensually.

"Mmmmm, you have the best taste," she smiled in her sultriest,
most seductive way, having just raped Laura thrillingly. "I believe
I could taste some more."

Laura was still glassy-eyed and throbbing as Yvette slid
between her thighs and began tonguing her pussy. In another minute
she was coming again, arching and quivering, moaning deliriously as
wave after wave of acute sexual shock permeated her body. Yvette's
mouth on her pussy was vigorous and hot, full of passion, gobbling
and sucking and tonguing it until Laura was helplessly gagging
softly on a fresh wild string of orgasms that left her gasping and
quivering, almost begging for relief.

When it was finally over, and they were cuddled together, she
asked Yvette the obvious questions.

"How did you know about me and Karen?" she murmured against
Yvette's marvelous smooth cheek.

"Oh, so it's true," Yvette smiled. "I just sort of guessed.
But I saw you two together once, about a year ago. Nothing overt.
But I know that kind of electricity. I just guessed. True, eh?"

"We were each other's first," Laura confessed.

"She sure has a fantastic body."

"Not so fantastic. She just has large breasts, that's all.
Did you feel that kind of electricity with Rhonda?" Laura asked
spitefully, tracing her forefinger down Yvette's round, naked
shoulder.

"Not the kind I feel with you," Yvette said, batting her
eyelashes seductively. "Nobody ever made me come like you just
did."

"I suppose you were just guessing about Barbara too?" Laura
asked.

Yvette shrugged. "I know she's a lesbian. She's pretty. And
black. Just your type. She came on to me once, but I don't think
her heart was really in it. She likes white girls, like you. I
think she wanted to do me because she knew you were doing me, and
she could get to you that way. She's sort of evil. Did you fuck
her?"

Laura bit her lower lip noncommittally. "More like the other
way around," she said softly, slightly mischaracterizing their
relationship.

"Oh, you mean she tied you down and raped you against your
will," Yvette said sarcastically. "You hated every minute."

"She did part of that," Laura smiled, eyes twinkling with
mischief.

Yvette's eyes widened. "No kidding. You let her tie you up?"

Briefly, Laura's mind darted back to her and Barbara's last
encounter, when Barbara had allowed Laura to tie her up and fuck her
in the ass with the prickly-bulb vibrator. The memory aroused her
wildly. Then she recalled the earlier times, when Barbara had tied
her up. Yvette could see that she was getting aroused just by
thinking of it.

"God, you evil bitch," she said, smiling. "You pervert. You
really did all that sick stuff. And enjoyed it."

Laura wrestled with the delicious girl, pinning her on her
back and kissing her passionately. "You might enjoy it too," she
whispered.

"Not me. It's sick."

But her long, lean body began undulating almost uncontrollably
under Laura.

"But I wouldn't mind it if you fucked me hard again," she
breathed, eyes swimming with sex.

"Mmmmm, and I wouldn't either."

Perhaps because of this conversation, they were both hotter
than ever and ended up fucking one another into an uncontrollable,
wild, urgent paroxysm of explosive, almost painful orgasms. Twice
Laura had to cover Yvette's mouth with her hand to muffle the girl's
screams of ecstacy. Twice she herself had to bite them off and push
her face into a pillow, her body writhing and clenching fiercely as
sharp sexual spasms wracked her.

In a writhing, volatile sixty-nine, they nearly incinerated
each other and finally had to stop because neither could summon
another spasm from her exhausted body.

"God, you wear me out," Laura gasped as they finally
disentangled themselves.

Yvette smiled. "I want you to remember me. Especially when
you're licking those other girls . . . and tying them up." She
acted scandalized. "I still can't believe it."

"I'm glad you don't," Laura said. "What I did once with
Barbara isn't what I do with everyone." She didn't mention Karen,
with whom she had done far worse things.

"Would you really . . . do it to me?" Yvette asked, still
acting shocked.

"Only if you asked me," Laura said. "Why, sound intriguing?"

She smiled coquettishly. "I don't know. Maybe. Does it
hurt?"

Laura shook her head. "Only good hurt."

"Let's not talk about it any more. I'm already jealous enough
of you and your . . . nasty friends."

"Then I guess you know how I feel about Rhonda." Even saying
it, while watching Yvette's exquiste dark brown body disappearing
into her clothes, made Laura's stomach contract in jealousy.

Yvette pouted. "I only want you. Don't be mad."

"Okay. But if you ever want to . . . you know, experiment,
just let me know."

Yvette gave her a coy, saucy smile. "You'd like that,
wouldn't you. First turn me into a lesbian, then into pervert."

Laura watched her dress. She was sexually exhausted, but
watching Yvette's long, marvelous body only made her realize how
right she had been to desire the girl in the first place.

"You're really stunning, you know," she told her. "You could
have much better than me, or Rhonda, or that creep Arthur."

Yvette came over to Laura, who was still naked, sprawled
across the rumpled sheets of her bed, where they had shared such
heated passion only minutes earlier. Without saying a word, staring
Laura hotly in the eyes, she knelt beside the bed, between Laura's
thighs. She was fully clothed now, but she pressed her mouth
against Laura's pussy and slipped her tongue way up deep inside,
sending Laura up the wall immediately.

"Unhh! Oh!" she whimpered, trying to stop trembling as Yvette
tongue-fucked her pussy quickly and expertly.

In two minutes, Laura was coming deliriously, her body
twisting and convulsing in hot, wonderful spasms. When she was
finished, slack-mouthed and red-eyed, still glowing with
aftershocks, Yvette kissed her mouth, her lips still coated with
Laura's own cuntjuices.

"You're the only one, Laura," she whispered solemnly. "Don't
ever forget it."

Then she turned and left the room, unfastening the lock and
leaving Laura's apartment before Laura could even get up to say
goodbye.

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