Water My Ficus and Take Me to Bed: The Laura and Shamika Chronicles Part 1

by Miranda Mars

  Shamika saw Laura looking at her helplessly, wanting to comfort her, not knowing how to do it. “She had her problems,” she said, referring to her mother, “but I miss her.”

  “I guess you would.”

  “She wouldn’t have been any help with this damn algebra, though.”

  Laura almost sighed out loud. Well, you may find that I’m not very much help either, she thought, ruefully. I’m embarrassed to admit that I only want to fuck you, you delicious thing. And the whole idea of seducing the darling young creature and spending a few hours in bed naked with her suddenly seemed less appetizing, after this unpleasant news about her mother. It felt that way, however, only until Shamika returned from her bedroom with the math book and her homework folders. While in there she had removed her green work shirt and her bra and replaced them with a loose silky light blue shirt that clung without the slightest subtlety to her round, out-thrusting young breasts, clearly showing the outlines of her large, swelling nipples.

  Laura could not take her eyes off them. Oh god, I think we just turned a corner, she realized. The business with her mother was shocking and sad, but I think she wants to do what I want to do.

  Shamika saw her looking and grinned, a mixture of her usual shy grin and a new element, a scintillating, sexy little pout. “I guess we can work in here,” she said, going over to the dining table in the area next to the kitchen and spreading out her book and opening her folders. “There’s more room here than anywhere else.”

  Her firm young breasts swayed, but only a little, under her shirt as she walked, and bent over the table. They were evidently too firm to sway very much. She glanced over at Laura, who was nearly paralyzed with desire. Are you sure your aunt is in San Jose and won’t be coming in unexpectedly? She wanted to ask Shamika but didn’t dare. Too transparent. Just wait until I get you in my clutches, you little minx. I don’t want any interruptions while I’m devouring you.

  Trying to get control of this inner lust monster, she walked, a little unsteadily, over to the table. “Well . . . let’s see what you’ve got here,” she said, swallowing nervously. Even though Shamika had given some hints she was not unwelcoming to Laura’s desires, it wouldn’t do just to grab her and start kissing her lecherously and removing her clothes.

  Shamika showed her the problems she had already solved. Laura scrutinized them. She was relieved to find they were relatively easy, and that she understood them perfectly. So did Shamika, who had gotten the answers right.

  “Here’s where I start to fuck up,” Shamika said, pointing to the first problem she had not completed. Then, realizing what she had said, she blinked and grinned nervously at Laura. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that.”

  “I’ve heard that word before, darling,” Laura smiled. She had never been this close to Shamika until now. They were almost touching. Laura now and then looked down at Shamika’s breasts, trying not to let Shamika see her doing it.

  Shamika grinned blatantly at her. “Sure you’re not interested in something else?”

  Laura blushed a little, not a hot blush, but visible. “Why…I…”

  Shamika glanced downward at her own jutting young breasts.

  “Oh . . . that,” Laura said, very softly, and little hoarsely, still swallowing back her guilt. “Very . . . attractive. Hard not to look.”

  “Maybe I should take this off so you can really look,” Shamika suddenly turned seductive, toying with the top button of her shirt and giving Laura a shockingly sexy smirk.

  Laura, getting a grip on herself, smiled blatantly back. “I guess . . . I’m waiting,” she said quietly.

  Shamika undid the first button. She had a full lower lip and took it between her teeth, her big eyes still gazing wonderingly into Laura’s. She was bewitchingly desirable. Laura wanted to grab her and mash her own mouth into Shamika’s. But she maintained her grip on herself.

  “Have you ever had a black girl?” she almost whispered to Laura as her fingers now toyed with the second button.

  “Yes.”

  “A young one, like me?”

  Laura nodded, her eyes on Shamika’s fingers. The second button popped free.

  “I’ve never had a lesbian experience,” Shamika said softly, looking at Laura obliquely, with a slightly seductive glance. “Will you make me come about a hundred times?”

  “I’ll surely give it a try,” Laura swallowed.

  “Do lesbians have lots of orgasms?”

  “Some do.”

  Shamika’s fingers were on the third button. Already Laura could detect the shadowy cleavage between her breasts. She put the math papers back down on the table.

  “Maybe you should do this one,” Shamika murmured, her eyelids now heavy.

  “I would love to.”

  Shamika’s hand dropped to her side, and she watched as Laura gently unfastened the third button, then the fourth. Now the silky shirt gaped open, exposing most of her luscious little breasts, so firm and pear-shaped. One more button and the shirt fell open completely. Her large, swollen black nipples, studded with big, jutting center nubs, came into view. Laura brushed them sensually with her thumbs.

  “Let me kiss you?” she murmured in an excited, clotted, sexually tense voice to Shamika.

  Shamika smiled and nodded. She offered her mouth, since she was shorter than Laura, by slightly tilting her head up. Laura, now holding Shamika’s naked breasts gently in both hands, kissed her slowly and lovingly, not forcing her tongue past Shamika’s teeth but just moving her lips against the girl’s, and still rubbing Shamika’s nipples slowly with her thumbs. Shamika’s tongue met Laura’s first, and she opened her mouth further, as if to invite the invasion they both wanted.

  Still, Laura held her breasts gingerly and kissed her tenderly, though now probing Shamika’s open mouth with her tongue, then welcoming Shamika’s tongue into her own mouth. There was no sound in the room but their breathing. The kiss went on for a long time, and Laura, for her part, did not want it to stop. Evidently Shamika did not want it to stop either. But finally she giggled into Laura’s teeth.

  “Nobody’s ever kissed me as long as that,” she breathed, smiling.

  Now Laura was squeezing Shamika’s firm naked breasts gently, instead of just holding them. She immediately mashed her lips down again into the girl’s sensual mouth, stabbing her tongue into it, now kissing her much more urgently, as if to let Shamika know how serious this was. We’re taking it to the next level, darling.

  “What about the algebra?” she murmured against Shamika’s silky black cheek.

  “Fuck the algebra,” Shamika gasped. “Come into my bedroom.”

  Laura followed her, snatching up her handbag as they passed the sofa. She was pleased to find in Shamika’s bedroom a nice queen-sized bed. Shamika shut the door behind them, which suddenly sent a squirt of fear through Laura.

  “Nobody’s coming home, are they?” she asked, trying to tamp down her mild panic.

  Shamika shook her head while removing her loose shirt and entirely exposing her beautiful dark gleaming upper body. She smiled at Laura’s obvious discomfort. “Just makes me feel more private,” she explained.

  She watched Laura’s eyes devouring her naked breasts. Laura was also devouring Shamika’s hard, ripply stomach, glossy and ridged. “Do you work out?”

  Again, Shamika shook her head. “I used to run a little.”

  Laura reached out with one forefinger and felt the hard ripples of flesh under Shamika’s firm young breasts with her fingertip. “So . . . these are just . . . natural?”

  “About as natural as they can get. You like?”

  “God, I love them. Your muscles, I mean. I want to rub my pussy on them.”

  She meant this literally and could see that Shamika was slightly puzzled. “You can do that?”

  “I can do it if you let me.”

  “What about these?” Shamika cupped her luscious young breasts in her palms, as if offering them to Laura. “You like them?”

  “Ho
ney, quit teasing me,” Laura said, quickly beginning to strip off her own clothes.

  “Can I take off your bra?”

  Now it was Laura’s turn to give her a sexy smirk. “Why? You like that?”

  Shamika nodded. “I’ve taken the bras off my friends. Now and then. They let me. I think I’ve had these lesbian feelings off and on for years. I’ve just never followed through with any of them.”

  “Until now?”

  “You’re special, Laura. You’re white. You’re experienced. You’re . . . nice. I like you. I wanted to do this with you from the start. I mean, when you looked at me in your office. I could tell you wanted to fuck me.”

  “Ooohhh . . . that word!” Laura played at being scandalized. She was now nearly naked and turned her back to Shamika so that the girl could unfasten her bra, as requested. “Why don’t we say I wanted to make love to you?”

  Shamika wasn’t biting. “Because you wanted to fuck me. There’s a difference.”

  “Oh? And what would that be?”

  “Fucking is more exciting. More dangerous. Anyway, we aren’t in love. You’re married. You’re in love with her. Aren’t you?”

  Laura thought it the better part of discretion not to answer this. Shamika carefully unclipped the back of Laura’s bra strap and brushed the spaghetti straps down Laura’s shoulders and arms, letting her hands rise up to clutch Laura’s breasts, as Laura had earlier clutched hers. As she did this, she moved closer too, so that the firm pear-shaped balls of her own naked breasts pressed into Laura’s back. Laura could feel the hard nubs of her nipples.

  She smiled and turned to embrace her. Now their naked breasts were pressing and mashing together. “You make it sound pretty irresistible,” she breathed against Shamika’s silky black cheek. “Maybe we better get on with it.”

  Now Shamika, who seemed by turns bold and sexy, then shy and tentative, turned docile and pliant in Laura’s arms. “I’m scared.”

  “No, you’re not,” Laura kissed her heatedly, her neck, her gleaming smooth shoulders. “You’re not scared, you’re lovely and sexy, and I want you desperately. I came to work every Saturday hoping you would be there. I wanted to do this, to make love to you—”

  “—and to fuck me,” Shamika interjected with a soft giggle.

  “And to kiss you like this all over your pretty body.”

  And she was doing it as she spoke, kissing Shamika everywhere. Finally she got her mouth on one of Shamika’s lovely firm breasts, cradling it in her palm while her lips enclosed the girl’s big swollen black nipple and sucked it inside her mouth. Shamika gave a little quiver, and a little moan.

  “Ohhhhh!”

  Laura gave this marvelous springy-hard breast the treatment, laving Shamika’s nipple sensually with her tongue, lip-pinching it and sucking it harder, until the thick center nub began to stand up hard and erect from the stippled dark wet areola, even playfully tugging it with her teeth before trying to suck it down her throat again, all the while squeezing the firm ball of Shamika’s breast with her fingers, kneading it, sucking it, kneading it, sucking it some more, filling her mouth with springy taut breast flesh..

  “Oh! Mmmm!” Shamika whimpered softly.

  Laura wanted to suck her other nipple too but couldn’t bring herself to surrender this one, and after a few minutes she realized she had been sucking it for a very long time. But Shamika did not seem to mind. She gasped and whimpered softly throughout, her fingers finding their way to Laura’s hair to her scalp, which she rubbed frenetically as she pushed her breast into Laura’s face.

  Finally, Laura slowly released the girl’s erect wet nipple from her voracious maw. She glanced up and saw that Shamika was glassy-eyed with rapture. This was a green light for more, and she needed no further encouragement. She quickly cradled Shamika’s other breast in her palm and went after it in the same way, sucking it so hard and long that both of them were trembling and mewling excitedly by the time she released it too.

  “Let’s get on the bed,” Shamika panted.

  “Yes.”

  They speedily stripped off the rest of their clothes and Shamika ripped down the spread and blankets. They jumped together onto the sheet, embracing eagerly. Holding the girl’s warm naked body against hers was an ecstasy in itself to Laura.

  “Oh god, that feels good!” Shamika murmured, feeling the same thing. “You feel so good, Laura.”

  “Mmmmm, you too, my darling.”

  “Nobody ever sucked or kissed me that long. You really like to kiss and suck, don’t you? Do you like my titties? Do you want to suck them again? God, it makes me so hot.”

  “I could suck them till the end of time,” Laura breathed, running her hands wildly all over the girl’s delicious naked body. “And I love these.” She ran her fingertips over the hard ripples of Shamika’s stomach muscles. “I want to kiss them.”

  “I thought you wanted to rub your pussy on them,” Shamika twinkled at her.

  “That, too. But this first.”

  She quickly slid down and began sensually kissing Shamika’s hard, rippling abdominal muscles, which were truly amazing. How you could have these washboard ripples without doing even one sit-up was a marvel to Laura, who ran her lips hungrily over them, but then, unable to stop herself, moved back up to Shamika’s pear-shaped breasts and again mauled them passionately with her mouth. This time she dropped one hand to the girl’s wet crotch and wiggled her fingers through Shamika’s damp and dewy crotch hairs to the secret treasure, the warm and slippery, soupy wet slit. She slid two fingers into it, feeling a happy little twitch in Shamika’s already undulating body.

  This little twitch was enough to send Laura into overdrive. She didn’t want to alarm the sweet girl with a furious excess of lust, but it was hard to control the urge to swarm all over Shamika’s delicious young naked body at this point and bring her to a quick, explosive climax.

  “Oh . . . god!” Shamika gasped softly, looking down at Laura’s mouth ravaging her wet nipples, churning her pelvis up into Laura’s hand.

  She was giving herself completely to Laura, pliant and submissive and whimpering in anticipation of a searing pleasure.

  “Oh god!” she said again, grimacing as Laura sucked her bulging black nipple hard, then slid her lips over to the other one and sucked it hard too. Meanwhile, her fingers were actually plunging now in and out of Shamika’s warm, flooding pussy. “Mmmnnneee!”

  “Oh honey . . . oh honey . . .” Laura murmured, half-maniacally, as she slid down the girl’s body, eager to get her mouth on this lovely juicy slit she was probing.

  There were plenty of ingenious caresses she was eager to release on Shamika, but all of them would have to wait. She is going to come, Laura thought. This whole build-up has excited her so much that she’s going to come already.

  “You’re going to come, aren’t you,” she said softly, brushing one of Shamika’s clenching thighs with her lips.

  “Oh! Yes!”

  “Go for it, honey.”

  “Unhh . . . unhh . . . unhh!”

  Laura pressed her lips to the upper portion of Shamika’s inflamed and runny cunt, twisting her fingers inside of it in hopes of find the magic nerve. By now Shamika was pumping and twisting wildly, her hips churning, her pelvis quivering, and Laura’s love assault was correspondingly vigorous. She was fucking Shamika’s pussy now rapidly with her fingers and sucking her clit, in fact the whole upper portion of her sweet pussy, sucking it hard and insistently. You are going to come for me! You are going to come right now, so hard, so hard!

  “Unhh . . . unhh . . . unhh!”

  “Yes! Do it, honey!”

  “Unhh! Oh! Auungghh! Oh!”

  “Yes!”

  Laura felt the little pause, the little jerk, the little inner spike inside Shamika’s body. Oh god, that’s it! She pressed the inner flesh of Shamika’s slippery, tight young pussy with her fingertips just in the area that had provoked this little twinge. And Shamika exploded in wild, jerking spasms and clot
ted, gurgling cries of pleasure.

  “Awwonnnnggg! Ummnnggiiieee! Oh! MMNNGGEEEE! Oh! Oh!”

  It was this moment that Laura lived for, almost more than for her own climax. Shamika’s lovely young body was so beautiful as she twisted and flexed in the grip of a fierce, shattering ecstasy that Laura could almost forget for an instant that she was a participant in this cataclysm and instead lapse into an awed trance as she watched the girl ride out the shockwaves of a thrilling physical rapture. But in the midst of her temptation merely to watch, she realized that she was a helper here, and she embraced Shamika’s quivering body as the girl’s bliss slowly dissipated and wound down into rapid panting and squeaking and involuntary shudders. She held her. She stroked her. She even cooed to her.