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Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 245 free porn video
Laura was roaming the cosmetics aisles of the local Target store on Saturday morning, picking up cheap shampoo, moisturizers, and other odds and ends, when she ran into Charise, whom she had not seen for weeks. In fact, her heart took a skip as she saw her beloved Inky round the corner, this delicious teenager, so very black, like Dawn, so well-formed, so radiant when she smiled, almost homely otherwise. She remembered how Kendra had called her 'one ugly little nigger, ' and cringed.
Charise was not ugly to Laura. The two of them had just about incinerated one another in sexual conflagrations that one could never suspect, if one saw only the charming, girlish Charise with her slightly mawkish mannerisms and her stiff little unstylish Dutch flip hairdo. But the girl was an angel in disguise. The bangs! Laura thought. The bangs!
She could hardly take her eyes off Charise's forehead, curtained by the famous coal-black bangs that made Laura's heart quiver and throb.
"Charise!"
Charise stopped and flinched. She recognized Laura, and her face veered into her usual beatific smile, then quickly stopped, and she glanced over her shoulder, then back at Laura.
"Hi... Laura."
"Oh god, Charise... I've missed you so much," Laura said, under her breath, aware that Charise was not entirely relaxed about this chance encounter.
Again Charise looked back, then forward over Laura's shoulder. "I'm here with my Mama," she whispered. "She over there somewhere." She nodded toward an adjacent area of the store.
"Oh... I see," Laura whispered back, instantly on her guard.
She knew no one but Jane had the slightest idea she and Inky were lovers, but they both felt enough guilt to make them nervous. Still, they had shared such deep, unforgettable sexual moments, and had such a deep emotional bond, that their eyes held, throbbing, exchanging profound messages, right there in the cosmetics aisle at Target, in plain view.
The fear of discovery by Charise's mother was very great, but Laura could not possibly bear to let her go. She gestured with her head.
"Walk over there with me... just casually," she murmured. "Like we're strangers. We can just talk a little. Look straight ahead."
Nervous and reluctant, Charise nevertheless agreed. She and Laura wandered out of the aisle, toward the women's ready-to-wear section of the store. Laura, who had been suffering a sweet, romantic turmoil in her feelings for days following her scorching night in Dawn's bed, was feeling a rush of self-hatred. God, I'm such a slut, she thought. Wanting to rape this darling little girl, when I was just telling Dawn how much I love her only a day or so ago, bringing her roses, fucking her all night, groaning and panting into her ear. Now I can't wait to get my hooks into dear Inky, whose mother is even here in the store somewhere, for god's sake!
She swallowed and tried to act every inch the adult, not overtly lecherous, even holding back her syrupy affection. "So... miss any more periods?"
Charise nodded slowly, looking straight ahead.
Oh god! Laura thought. She was seized by a desperate need to enfold the girl, squeeze her, fuck her tenderly, coo love words in her ear, stroke her naked back, kiss her luscious mouth, tongue-tickle her perfect little black pussy. They were passing through racks of clothing, and on an impulse Laura grabbed a few sweaters, and some underwear. She pulled Charise toward the changing rooms in the back.
"Here... take these. Go in one of those little rooms to try them on. I'll try these on."
"Do you think we should be doing this?" Charise asked, meekly.
Laura leaned close, whispering furtively. "I've got to kiss you. I'll die otherwise."
Now the familiar gleam of unbelievable delight came into Charise's shiny black eyes. "Really?"
"Really."
Laura felt more like a worm than ever. She was obviously coercing this poor girl into doing it. Charise kept looking back over her shoulder, as if she were about to be called by her mother, but she could not refuse Laura. Usually there was a girl sitting at a counter near the changing rooms to guard against theft, but this time the counter was vacant. Laura and Charise slipped by it and back into one of the rooms without being seen.
Laura quickly dropped the sweaters on the little bench that was attached to the flimsy wall and turned to fasten the small hook on the door. When she turned back, Charise was still holding the underwear bunched in her fist, looking terrified.
"Oh god, darling, don't look that way!" Laura said, taking the underwear and tossing it on top of the sweaters.
Being called 'darling' always made Charise melt with happiness, and though still frightened, she yielded, smiling, to Laura's wishes. "You better hurry if you want to kiss me," she whispered. "My Mama is a one hot holy bitch of a mama when she get mad."
Laura embraced her. Their mouths met in a hungrier, more ravenous kiss than Laura ever remembered sharing with Charise. She drove her tongue down into Charise's open, receptive mouth, stabbing it deep, digging her fingers into Charise's back through her thin shirt. Her mouth slid across the girl's phenomenally smooth black cheek to her neck. How can skin be so impossibly, beautifully, unnaturally smooth as this? she wondered as she kissed her way up and down Charise's neck, nipping her earlobe, pulling Charise's shirt tails out of her pants and running her hands up under the cloth.
"Oh god... I love your body!" Laura panted into her neck.
Charise said nothing but was panting excitedly, overwhelmed by Laura's instant passion here in such a semi-public place, while her mother was idly shopping out in the store.
"Think we better go back?" she suggested tentatively, as Laura pulled up her shirt, running her fingertips all over the girl's marvelous, warm, coal-black skin under her bra.
"Oh god... I've got to kiss you everywhere," Laura panted, almost incoherent, faintly alarmed at how passionate and uncontrollable her feelings were for the girl.
She tugged up the cups of Charise's bra, freeing Charise's large, woman's breasts, which bounced out of the cups, springy and upswept. Instantly, she cupped them with her hands and lowered her mouth to one soft, swelling black nipple, sucking it thirstily.
"Mmnngeee!" Charise wailed softly, watching her nipple disappear into Laura's mouth. "Oh shit... Laura!" she said in a loud whisper.
Her hands clasped Laura's head and pulled it away, so that her wet nipple popped out of Laura's mouth. Laura looked up to see the fear on Charise's face, and suddenly felt her own chagrin and deep guilt for having forced the girl into this. Oh god, I might as well be a rapist! she thought. Quick, get control of yourself, girl. Inky is just a teenager, and her damn mother is out there somewhere, just getting ready to catch you molesting her daughter!
"I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry, honey."
Quickly, she pulled the bra cups down again over Charise's breasts, which was not so easy since they were big, and very firm.
"I just... oh god, I'm just so hungry for you," she confessed.
Charise, while touchingly pleased to be wanted so much, was terrified of being caught. "We gotta get out of here," she whispered. "What if they catch us?"
"I know."
Laura took a deep breath and stood up straight. Charise hurriedly stuffed her shirt tails back into her pants.
"My Mama going to a wedding this evening. That's why we came here. She shopping for a present."
"You could come to my place," Laura said, almost breathlessly, excited.
Charise shook her head. "I have to stay home with my two little brothers."
Laura's face fell.
"You could come over. Just visiting, like?"
"But we wouldn't be able to-"
Now a mischievous, even a salacious, expression passed across Charise's young face. "You can park your car in the garage. Ours ain't gonna be there. Then we could... you know, kind of go outside to it while they're playing Nintendo."
She gave Laura a sly look. Laura was overcome by the urgent need to kiss her again, and to feel Charise's young, supple, vibrant body in her arms.
"What time?" she asked, controlling the impulse to grab Charise again. "And you'll have to give me the address. Remember, I only dropped you off. I don't know the house."
Charise grinned, playing cat-and-mouse with Laura. "Saw you driving by once."
"You did?" Laura blushed.
Charise tilted her head, becoming a devastating flirt. "Were you looking for me?"
"If you don't tell me the address, I'm going to kiss you again," Laura threatened.
"Thirty-five forty-one. She leaving at four-thirty. You could come at five."
"What will your brothers think?"
"I get to have friends," Charise sneered, offended to think that Laura did not trust her to handle it.
Laura gulped. "I'll be there."
"I gotta get out of here before my Mama raises hell 'cause she can't find me," Charise said, groping for the sweaters she was supposed to be trying on.
"You go first," Laura said. "I'll come out in a minute... so it doesn't look like we're together."
Touchingly, Charise, before popping out the door, leaned forward and gave Laura an affectionate peck on the lips. "See you at four-thirty."
"I can't wait," Laura smiled.
And it was true. She could hardly contain the butterflies in her stomach, or the thrill that came from Charise's quick parting kiss. Such a sweet, wonderfully sexy little girl, she thought. I couldn't keep my hands off her.
There was now a girl in a red smock sitting behind the counter. Laura handed her the sweaters. "Didn't fit," she said, acting imperious and important to cover her shame at having lured Charise back into the changing rooms.
The rest of the day, up until five o'clock, was a torment to her. Mostly she spent it trying not to think about Dawn. It's not as if I'm betraying her or anything, Laura reasoned. After all, I had a relationship with Inky long before I even knew there was a Dawn. And I'm sure Robert is back from Chico now, and they're sleeping together, and she's still shaving her pussy like before, and he's pumping it, and so why should I be feeling this way? Like I'm cheating on her.
In between these thoughts of Dawn, her mind would drift back to Charise. She relived each moment, how they had secretly embraced, kissed ravenously, how she had freed Charise's wonderful firm breasts and sucked one of her coal-black nipples greedily, how Charise had whimpered but also cringed with fear of discovery. Laura felt her pussy begin to ooze with warm juices, but she also felt guilty and deeply ashamed. I got her into that, I got her into all this, she thought. Without me she'd just be a normal little, what... pregnant teenager?
And this made her thoughts veer off into even more troubling territory. This girl is pregnant, Laura, she told herself. You're sitting her seething from lust, your pussy is throbbing and flowing, all in the anticipation of getting in the back seat of your car in her mother's garage and fucking this sweet little pregnant teenager until both of you are squealing and coming unbelievably. Isn't that right?
It didn't matter how she phrased it to herself; it still made her feel like a worm and at the same time so horny from imagining it that she knew nothing short of prison could keep her from doing it. By the time five o'clock arrived, her feelings were a welter of confusion, and her body was yearning for Charise as never before.
At four thirty-five she got a call from Charise.
"She just left," Charise said softly into the phone. "Wait ten minutes, then come. When I see you coming, I'll open the garage door. Just drive right inside, and I'll close it behind you."
It was all so conspiratorial. Laura knew they were both getting an extra charge out of this surreptitious plan. "Okay. See you in a few mintues."
Shockingly nervous, she nevertheless got control of herself enough to drive to the house. She was still fifty yards away when she saw the garage door going up. Of course, Charise knew Laura's car well and had spotted it from a distance. Laura pulled in and the garage door descended behind her car. It was dark.
Then she saw Charise peeking out from a door, which she was holding open for Laura. Laura's heart was racing. It was all so exciting.
In the kitchen, Charise shut the door to the garage and flirted with Laura. "You right on time. You must be thinking of doing something."
But Laura was too nervous to flirt. "Where are your brothers?"
Charise gestured toward the other area of the house with her head. "In there. Playing."
She had changed since their encounter in the Target store and now wore ragged jeans and a tight-fitting blue cotton jersey that emphasized the supple slenderness of her body and the largeness of her breasts, proportionally. They were not really large, not like Karen's, or Shavon's, not even quite as large as Dawn's, but in contrast with the rest of her young, still-developing body, they made Charise seem a little top-heavy. Her waist was very narrow, her hips slim, her breasts a beautifully-shaped shelf of jutting flesh above her stomach. It was still very hard to believe she was pregnant, but Laura wondered if she didn't notice a small, unusual swelling below the belt line.
"Let me check on them, and then we can go outside."
Charise's black eyes flashed. She was enjoying the anticipation as much as Laura.
"Maybe they should know I'm here," Laura suggested. "So they don't get surprised seeing me."
"Right. Good idea. Come with me and I'll introduce you."
Charise's brothers were five and seven years old, Daryl and D'André, two of the cutest little boys Laura had ever seen. They were well-behaved and mannerly, greeting Laura with respect, their eyes widening as they saw her come in from the kitchen with Charise.
"This is my friend Laura," Charise told them. "We gonna stay in the kitchen and talk. You guys go ahead and play Nintendo. Don't bother with us now. We want to talk girl talk, you know? Like, alone? You want to get a soda now out of the fridge, so you don't have to bother us?"
Both boys nodded. They trudged into the kitchen to get their sodas. Charise looked meaningfully at Laura. When the boys returned, she and Charise went back into the kitchen.
"Just give it a minute," Charise said, under her breath. "Like we talking in here. Then we can go out there."
Laura felt the incredible stirring of butterflies again in her stomach, almost as if she had never touched Charise before. She nodded.
"Hate having to do it this way, but it's the only way," Charise said. "Otherwise, I might not see you for weeks... months. You know," she pointed down at her belly, "I'm getting a little bigger."
She was clearly saying: Look, I'm pregnant, and soon we aren't going to be able to fuck any more.
"Look, it's none of my business..." Laura said. "But why don't you... you know, have the doctor just..."
"You mean abortion?"
Laura nodded.
"You asked me that before," Charise smiled. "Remember? When I first told you?"
Laura nodded again.
"I guess 'cause I haven't told my mama yet. If I bring it up, then I have to tell her."
"She's going to find out anyway, Charise. And the longer you wait..."
Charise's expression, normally so impish and angelic by turns, took on a lost, forlorn, fearful look. "I like babies," she said, meekly. "Guess I can handle it."
Laura wanted to embrace her, comfort her, and shake her vigorously at the same time. You fool! You darling! You must get rid of it! You're only sixteen!
A sensible, responsible adult would not take this girl out into the garage and fuck her right now, Laura reasoned to herself. It's almost criminal to do it. In fact, of course it is criminal. You should take her somewhere, to a minister, to a woman's shelter, somewhere she can get counseling. They have those places for teenage girls, don't they? The last thing you should be doing is taking her clothes off and sliding your tongue up inside her pussy. Her sweet, sweet pussy!
But Charise was eager to change the subject. "I got a blanket for us," she said. "Wait a minute, I'll get it."
Laura was paralyzed. She could not force herself to change the mood. Both of them were half-crazy with anticipation. It had been weeks since they had been together. They had nearly devoured one another already in Target, earlier in the day. If Charise had not been so terrified and felt so guilty, Laura would have gone even farther than sucking her breast, she knew.
Charise quickly returned carrying a big dark green Army blanket. She gestured toward the door to the garage with her head. Her eyes had a knowing expression now, as if to say: You want to fuck me, you better get yourself out here quick.
Laura followed her. When they were in the garage, Charise shut the door back into the kitchen with elaborate care, trying to ensure that there was no noise. Then she turned to Laura, whispering.
"Let's get in the back seat. I'm already feeling 'that way, ' know what I mean?"
"I always feel 'that way' when I'm with you," Laura whispered back, truthfully.
They got into the back seat of Laura's car, both wincing as Laura slammed the door to make sure it was shut. Otherwise, the car's interior light would remain on.
"Hope they didn't hear that," Charise said, the same terror flitting through her black eyes that Laura had seen in Target, in the changing rooms.
"I don't think so," Laura whispered.
She unfolded the blanket and draped it half over each of them. Then she reached out for Charise, who came obligingly into her arms, up-tilting her face and offering her full, sensual lips to Laura. Even though they had shared some pretty intense kisses, this was more profound, moving, and erotic than any earlier one.
Maybe it was something about the secrecy of it, Laura thought-the darkness, the fact that they were huddled together under a blanket, hoping not to be discovered. Both wanted to have wild, unbridled, flaming sex with each other, but they knew that Charise's little brothers could come through the kitchen door into the garage at any time. How far could they go? What if Daryl peeked into the garage from the kitchen just as both of them were groaning helplessly in the grip of a fierce, heart-stirring orgasm? What if they were so heatedly screwing that they didn't notice D'André's curious little face peering through the car window at them?
This made their kiss more sweet, more intense, more acutely romantic than ever. It was slow and sensual, not hungry, voracious, and demanding, as Laura had kissed Charise earlier that day at Target. But now she explored every possibility, letting her tongue invade parts of Charise's mouth where it had never been, under her lips, under her twisting tongue, just as eager to explore Laura's. It was also a very long, expressive kiss, warm and emotionally moving, so that when their mouths finally came apart, both felt as if they had discovered territory they had never imagined before.
"Wow, that was some kiss," Charise breathed softly, her black eyes glistening in the darkness. "I wish I could see you better. You really kiss good, Laura."
"You kiss like heaven, darling," Laura whispered into her ear. "I want to kiss you forever."
"If you kissed my pussy like that... I think it'd be all over for me," Charise murmured.
"Mmmm, then I am going to kiss your pussy like that."
Her hands dropped to the front zipper of Charise's ragged jeans. Charise's eyes never left hers as Laura ran the zipper down slowly. Their eyes were getting more used to the semi-darkness of the car and the garage now, and a hot throbbing current flowed between them.
Their love differed from some others Laura experienced, mainly because Charise was so young, and had probably never felt anyone love her the way Laura did. Boys wanted her, of course, like the one who had made her pregnant. She had a delightful, sexy body and an infectious innocence that was irresistible. They wanted to plunge their hard cocks into her and shoot jizz like a hot rocket, but none wanted to smother her with tenderness, as Laura did, or spend long minutes just kissing her miracle of a mouth. Or call her 'darling, ' which made Charise glow and her eyes grow shiny.
"Darling," Laura breathed against her incredibly smooth cheek. "Let me kiss your pussy... I want it so bad."
"I ain't stopping you," Charise panted softly, wriggling now to help Laura pull down her jeans.
It was a little cramped in the back seat but also surprisingly intimate, dark, and secretive. They struggled out of their clothes under the blanket, but Laura was still only half-undressed when she got her hands on Charise's bare warm flesh, and she could not prevent herself from pulling up Charise's jersey and this time unfastening her bra from the back.
"Can I take this whole thing off?" she asked softly, pulling the jersey and loose bra up.
"Better not. What if we have to get it back on in a hurry?"
"I want all of your body."
"You can have as much as you can get," Charise giggled, eyes twinkling, a playful crinkle in her nose as she smiled in the dark.
Laura pulled the clothing up as far as it would go, completely exposing Charise's marvelous full breasts, so firm and springy, her large black nipples swollen and gleaming in the half-light. She filled her hands with them, gently but insistently squeezing, then letting her thumbs and forefingers quickly travel to the swelling nipples, pinching and twisting them.
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