Laura and Gail Chronicles: Hot Lesbian Erotica Compilation

by Miranda Mars

  To be continued...

  Laura ran into Sara while browsing at Saks, after work. As was getting to be routine, Makeeda had been home from Japan only about four weeks before winging off again to appear at the North Sea Jazz Festival in Holland. Her star was definitely on the rise, and yet she and Laura had little time to share together. Trying not to feel lonely, Laura dawdled in the city after work most days; anything to postpone going home. In this mood she was especially vulnerable to the powerful emotions that hit her when she saw Sara in Saks.

  She was at first tempted to sidle out of the store slyly, so that Sara would not see her. But Sara looked up before Laura could move and caught her eye.

  “Laura.”

  “Sara.” Long, painful silence, accompanied by awkward staring. “I . . . I didn't know you were a 'Saks' kind of person.”

  That sounded awful, Laura knew. It sounded like she was saying 1) I didn't think I'd risk running into you here, and 2) You don't usually shop for such fancy and expensive threads.

  “I'm not.” Sara looked around and then made a face, crossing her eyes. “I came here thinking you might come here.”

  This was for some reason even more embarrassing for Laura. She blushed deeply.

  “Don't blush, Laura,” Sara said protectively. “It's just a joke. I only work two blocks from here.”

  It was true. 450 Sutter, the medical-dental building where Sara worked, was only a few blocks from Saks. She could very well be there, as Laura was, for a little recreational after work shopping. How are we going to get beyond this awkward moment? Laura wondered. She herself was feeling a terrible, bittersweet pinch of longing, mixed with the same turbulent sexual desire she supposed she would always have on seeing Sara, in whatever context, and wondered if Sara were feeling something like it too.

  After a few moments of staring uncomfortably at each other, Sara broke the ice. “Come out on the sidewalk and quit staring at me,” she said, making another face. “You're making me feel like a freak.”

  Laura followed her out of the store. “You certainly don't look like a freak,” she mumbled gracelessly. “You look . . . good. Great, in fact.”

  Sara smiled, and Laura did detect a flicker of that same bittersweet longing she herself was feeling in the smile. After all, how could we not feel that way about each other? she reasoned. We had life-altering sex in each other's arms for over a year.

  “Thank you,” Sara said calmly. “You too.” They looked at the traffic. Things, it seemed to Laura, were not much less uncomfortable outside the store.

  “Should we go get a drink?” Laura suggested.

  “Don't you have to get home?” Sara said, pointedly. “Aren't you . . . involved?”

  “What makes you think that?” Laura blushed. Why was she lying? She had no reason to lie about it, about her relationship with Makeeda. She was proud. She was even wearing a gold wedding ring, which Sara noticed and pointed to. “Oh . . . that.”

  “It's that woman at the restaurant, isn't it,” Sara said calmly, without emotion. “La Rondine. I saw you looking at her. And her looking back.”

  Now Laura was so flustered and confused that she really wanted to flee. Don't torture me this way! she wanted to scream at Sara. I can't help it if I fell in love with her! You were with that . . . Sheena! She was also embarrassed to realize that all this time she had thought Sara had seen nothing in the restaurant, and thus knew nothing. Not true. Ouch!

  She swallowed, looked away momentarily, and got control of herself. “How is Sheena?” she asked deliberately.

  Sara's eyes actually clouded up for a moment, though whether it was over Sheena or over the mistakes she may have made that resulted in losing Laura, Laura couldn't tell. “She moved to Atlanta. She works for the CDC. She always wanted to, and . . . they offered her the job. She had to go.”

  By now the throbbing emotion deep inside Laura had turned from bittersweet longing to a raging sorrow and pure physical hunger. “You didn't want to go with her?” she asked, elaborately making conversation in the effort to control her desire.

  “I wasn't in love with Sheena,” Sara said evenly, letting it hang there.

  “Come. Let me buy you a drink. We both need one.”

  “I can't drink. I have to drive home. You do too. You moved, right?”

  “How did you know?”

  “I . . .” Sara looked away as if embarrassed, then back at Laura. “I drove by there once . . . hoping I might see you. We could talk. There was a Filipino couple moving in.”

  “I moved across the bay,” Laura said after a slight pause.

  Sara made another face, but this time instead of being funny it was inexpressibly sad. Laura felt it was sad in an unintended way, and she looked across the street at Union Square briefly, embarrassed. “You better hurry home to her, then,” Sara said softly. “She might be waiting.”

  “Don't be nasty, Sara,” Laura said, but not sharply. “She's out of town. She's in Holland.”

  Sara appeared to be considering whether to pursue this information out of politeness, or whether to just turn and walk away. She looked suddenly desolate, and at the same time infinitely desirable, more desirable even than she had looked the first time Laura saw her in the dentist's office.

  “I want to talk to you, Sara,” Laura murmured. “I don't want to go home. I want to talk.”

  “We don't have much to talk about,” Sara sniffed.

  “Maybe not, but I don't want to leave you.”

  Sara's eyes were watering, but she didn't want to let Laura see it. “Might as well come to my place,” she said, almost philosophically, resigned to it. “We can talk. I have a bottle of wine. We shouldn't . . . you know, but we could.”

  “I know we shouldn't,” Laura acknowledged.

  “You remember how to get there?” Sara smiled sadly.

  “How could I ever forget?”

  Half an hour later they were sitting on Sara's sofa, raising their glasses. Laura felt the need to make a toast. She actually had butterflies, as if they had never sat together like this before, feeling the imminence of a sexual tornado in the room. “To . . . the great times we had. Really great times.”

  As soon as the words came out, she knew she had made a grievous mistake. Whereas Sara had seemed the one who was vulnerable to tears while they were standing on the sidewalk outside Saks, now Laura unaccountably welled up and spilled over. She had to set her wine glass down as her body was suddenly wracked with shocking sobs, and tears streamed down her face.

  And then the sobbing was gone as quickly as it had started, but not before Sara had set her glass down too and embraced Laura warmly, patting and smoothing her hair, comforting her.

  “Don't, Laura . . . don't,” she whispered. “You don't have to cry.” She held Laura for a long time, then made a little stirring as if she were preparing to back off.

  But Laura did not want to leave this embrace. She could feel Sara's warmth, and her breath. She wrapped her arms around Sara too. Her quick flood of tears had rubbed off on Sara's cheek, which was wet and shiny. Sara's fantastic pillowy lips were only an inch or so from hers, and she could not prevent herself from pressing her mouth into them and kissing Sara with sharp, searching passion. At first Sara did not kiss back, as if she were ambivalent over this dangerous moment, but then she did, her fingers digging into Laura's flesh through her clothes as her tongue met Laura's and her lips moved aggressively.

  “Ohhhh . . . Sara,” Laura panted.

  “Laura, we can't,” Sara panted back. She looked very honestly and frankly into Laura's eyes. “We'll hate ourselves afterward.”

  “No we won't!”

  “Yes,” Sara nodded. “We will.”

  Laura knew she was right. She also knew there was nothing that could keep them from it, and she could see in Sara's swirling dark eyes that Sara knew it too. It was at this point that the tornado entered the room. One second they were gazing dangerously into each other's eyes, and the next they were tearing each other's c
lothes off and kissing and sucking each other's flesh in a hot, almost savage frenzy.

  Laura had fucked this way with a few others--lock the door and fall on each other in a reckless, flaming, rapist mania--but she did not recall ever having done it with Sara. No matter, they were doing it now, as if the world would come to an end in only moments if they didn't quickly get naked and satisfy this horrible desire to merge their bodies.

  Sara wore her usual office attire, white shirt and black skirt, and Laura, who was always careful undressing another, as she hoped the other would be in undressing her, threw caution to the winds, even popping a few buttons off Sara's shirt in her haste to get it off. It was only half-off, still stuck into Sara's skirt at the waist but gaping open down the front, when Laura reached inside and pulled Sara's bra straps down her shoulders as far as they would go, until they were stopped by the shirt sleeves, then forced down the cups of her bra and exposed the magnificent breasts she knew were hiding inside them.

  “Oh god, you are so beautiful!” she exclaimed, as if she had never seen Sara's naked breasts before.

  Sara was working on Laura's clothes too, only slightly more carefully, and she too popped loose two buttons on Laura's silk blouse. They were almost fighting each other to get naked. Laura's hands were all over Sara's naked breasts, and she lowered her lips to one dark, bulbous nipple and quickly sucked it into her mouth.

  “Oh! Unhhh!” Sara half-moaned, looking down at her nipple disappearing between Laura's sucking lips.

  Laura was delirious. The feel of Sara's plump, soft, huge black nipple in her mouth made her briefly crazy, giddy with sexual heat, and though she tried not to be too rough, she ended up sinking her teeth into it a little too hard. Sara yelped.

  “Aiiyyeee!” Then she suddenly laughed. “Oh god, Laura, you made a flame flash up inside my pussy when you did that,” she dissolved in laughter.

  Laura held Sara's wet nipple loosely in her half-open mouth, looking up at her and smiling. “I guess you liked it?”

  “God yes.”

  “Let's go in your bedroom. And get these clothes off.”

  Sara nodded. “We shouldn't, though.”

  Laura pursed her lips. “I know. We shouldn't.” Again she took Sara's wet, beautiful, shiny black nipple into her mouth. “Don't you want me?”

  “Oh god, yes!”

  They both jumped up from the sofa as if the apartment were on fire. Most of the rest of their clothes were shed by the time they got to the bed. Sara quickly ripped down the spread and the top sheet. Her skirt was still half drooping around her thighs with Laura frantically trying to pushing it down to the floor. Laura's bra fell loosely around her arms, and she still had on her panties.

  They grabbed each other in this state, mostly undressed but still with a few pieces of underwear hanging from their bodies, and fell together on the bed. Their mouths met in a fierce, wildly hungry kiss. Laura twisted her body intentionally, wanting to feel Sara's flesh crushing into her, Sara's breasts mashing into hers. She dropped her hands to Sara's substantial bottom and squeezed Sara's large, firm cheeks hard.

  “Oh god, you have such a beautiful ass,” she panted into Sara's neck, digging her fingers into the round, firm buns.

  Sara was busy herself. She now had dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts, and her hands too, and was mauling them with thirsty passion. Laura's hands flittered up Sara's naked back to her head, which she pulled into her chest, pushing her breasts hard into Sara's face, panting, even whimpering excitedly.

  “Mmmmnnggg! Oh! Mnnnggeeee1 Yes! Yes!”

  “Laura,” Sara panted, looking up for a moment from Laura's saliva-wet nipples, her dark eyes pulsing and throbbing, “I dream of fucking with you. I dream of it.”

  “Don't dream of it, honey,” Laura panted wildly. “Do it.”

  She rolled Sara onto her back and crouched over her, holding her arms by the wrists below each hand and kissing her ravenously, letting her breasts sway above Sara's and moving her upper body slightly so that the small, dangling globes brushed hers. Then she moved up and dangled them directly in Sara's face again, almost daring her to assault them the way she had been doing before Laura had rolled her over like this.

  Sara was eagerly up to the challenge. Without the use of her hands, she could only chase Laura's swelling coral nipples with her lips, raising her head briefly off the sheet. It was a game, but a deadly serious one since both of them were raging with sexual fire. Soon Sara caught one aching nipple in her mouth and sucked it in deep, sucking so sharply that a gargled cry of incredible pleasure escaped from Laura's throat.

  “Oh! Unnggghmmmnngg!”

  Sara did not relent. Laura's physical pleasure was so intense that she could no longer hold Sara's wrists tightly with her hands, and Sara brought them up to Laura's dangling breasts, holding them and devouring them heatedly, moving her mouth back and forth from one throbbing nipple to the other. This lasted for the longest time. Laura threw her head back, exulting in the feel of Sara's searching mouth on her breasts. When she could take it no more, she slid back down, pushing her wet breasts into Sara's smooth stomach while filling her own hands with Sara's beautiful globes and nearly swallowing Sara's big, swollen black nipples with her mouth.

  Again, this went on for the longest time. Laura had always worshipped Sara's gorgeous breasts and was lengthily taking her fill of them, sucking and kneading them slowly and passionately and nearly forever, unwilling to move on. And Sara was used to enjoying Laura's breast-worship and made no effort to hurry her. Instead, she gazed down serenely at Laura, her eyes rolling up when Laura sucked her nipples especially hard, her body sometimes undulating gently under Laura's as her sexual arousal heightened.

  Almost imperceptibly, their lower bodies began to move together in unison. Sara had let her thighs gape to make to easier for Laura to settle between them, and their effortless rhythm brought their groins together without a real prior intent, simply as a result of their slow undulations. They had tribbed often in the past, but never in this particular position, though Laura came slowly to realize that this was a natural for them, and she realized by looking up briefly into her eyes that Sara did too.

  Laura had a slightly prominent pubic bone, which was why, in addition to its normal delights, she was always able to get pretty aroused by strap-on fucking her partner, and now she realized that it gave her an unexpected advantage here too, for the more she moved her pussy against Sara's, the more she could feel Sara's opening under the pressure, blossoming, spreading to let her in. Sara did not have a long, thin-lipped pussy but a thick, meaty, plump one with pulpy, swelling lips that were more easily pried open and seemed to part like the petals of a flower to let Laura's buttery, slippery vulva, already slick with her own juice and Sara's, inside.

  “Oh god . . . honey . . .” she panted, overcome briefly by the sweet intensity of this intimate invasion, feeling her clit even touching the warm wet inner folds of Sara's blooming pussy. “Ohhhhh . . . I'm really inside you . . .”

  “Unhhhhh!” Sara gasped. “I . . . know . . . oh god don't move for a second it's heaven! Oh!”

  They began kissing, their wet nipples now pressed together, their tongues slowly coiling, not moving their pelvises for fear of dissipating this sweet intensity of intimate connection.

  “I'm inside you,” Laura repeated softly, panting, unable to control her panting.

  The longer they remained in this position, the more the lubrication from each of their wet cunts seemed to encourage them to pick up the pace, to actually begin fucking, instead of simply remaining stationary in sublime enjoyment of this union. Laura began to move a little, gyrating forward, sliding her pussy up inside Sara's until her clit actually met and mashed briefly against Sara's, giving them both a happy jolt of sexual electricity.

  “Unghh!” Laura groaned.

  “Hhhhh! Ahhnn!” Sara gasped.

  And for the first time Laura realized that she felt no pussy ring, Sara's usual little silvery piece of crotch jew
elry which she had found so strange yet endearing in the past. It was gone; not present. No pussy ring. Why? And yet the thought of it quickly left her because the sensations they were creating by this slow rhythm were so piercingly sweet and intense that she could concentrate on nothing else. Even the sad bittersweet emotion they had both clearly been feeling up to now had disappeared behind this deep sexual trance they were sharing.

  Laura knew they were going to come this way, and come together, and probably more than once. She had never felt her vulva inside another woman's pussy before, or her clit, even though she had tribbed a thousand times, and it thrilled her with deep emotion, especially because it was Sara she was inside of. We're going to come together, she thought. Together. Oh god, I still do love her, in a way. I know I do. I know she knows it.

  They quickly found that fucking this way required them to move very little, only a slight, steady motion, a slow, gentle undulation of their hips. In fact, anything more might disrupt their fragile union, might expel Laura's wet vulva from the receptive groove of Sara's open pussy, obligating them to carefully adjust their bodies in order to regain this blissful contact. Laura realized that a pillow under Sara's buns, elevating her ass and groin and uptilting them a little to this approach, might have eased their task, but she knew there was no way now either of them would permit a pause to implement that. They were too thoroughly locked in the mystery of this embrace.