by Miranda Mars
Laura knew that under different circumstances she would fall for this woman in a heartbeat. God, look at the body on this one, she thought in amazement mixed with undeniable lust. Hourglass. She has the tiniest waist, and the biggest boobs. This was a dangerous path for her thoughts to be taking, since a blush was inevitable once she realized that Iola Hughes was probably reading her mind.
“Shamika told me about you,” Iola said in not the friendliest manner.
Laura decided that head-on candor was the only way she could handle this. “I helped her with her algebra about two weeks ago.” She smiled. “Aren’t I sweet? Helping a college girl with her math? You wouldn’t think ill of me for it, would you?”
Iola Hughes dropped her voice and veiled her eyes, half-glowering at Laura. “Sure you didn’t help her with more than that?”
Now Laura did blush. She could not control it, so she turned away for a moment, pretending to reshuffle some folders on her desk. The way Iola had framed her question seemed to indicate that she was probing, and not certain that anything more had happened between Shamika and Laura.
Laura suppressed her half-blush and turned back. “I’m sorry,” she said, with genuine contrition. “Maybe I should’ve asked you first. But you were—”
“Away. In San Jose. I know.” Now it was clear that Iola didn’t really know anything, except perhaps that darling Shamika was a little temptress and a barely legal black Lolita. She might have even done this before, with another grownup, male or female. Though, Laura reflected, probably not female. I think I was her first.
Now it was Iola’s turn to feel briefly contrite. Laura could tell by the dip of her shoulders, and her sudden softening. Her smile turned more friendly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t mean to accuse you of anything. I’m a little over-protective of her. I don’t know if she told you about—”
“Her mother?” Laura smiled gently. Shamika’s mother would have been Iola’s sister. “She did.” She dropped her folder and came around her desk, putting one gentle hand on Iola’s shoulder. Shamika’s mother, Iola’s sister, had been found murdered in a local park about a year earlier. “How awful for both of you.”
Iola nodded slowly, unable to keep the pain from showing in her face. “Anyway, I’m raising her now . . . and trying to keep her safe. She’s kind of . . .” She made an undulating sort of gesture with both hands, up and down her own very curvaceous body. “. . . filling out, if you know what I mean. I caught her with some lowlife boys about a month ago. Had to put a stop to that quick. She gotta have her mind on school.”
So, Laura thought, a bit crossly. You put me in the same category as some lowlife boys? You think I want to despoil your darling niece?
“I’m sure raising a teenager is a struggle,” she said, reaching for the most banal comment she could think of to bring this little confrontation to an end. Though Shamika was now nineteen, Laura could see how Iola still might be over-protective. Why did you think I want to fuck her? She wanted ask. (Even though I did. Wanted to . . . and did. And do. More!) Do I look like a predatory lesbian?
Iola smiled warmly, for the first time, at this platitude. “You were nice to help her. She raves about you, by the way. Laura this. Laura that. She’s not supposed to talk to the employees of the companies we serve. Not at all. But she can’t shut up about you.”
Laura blushed again, but did not try to hide it this time. “I’m flattered. I’m not really the greatest algebra whiz, you know.”
Iola laughed. “You’re probably better at it than I am.” She loosened up and moved toward the door. “Look, you can help her again, if she asks you. Sorry I got all uptight about it. Just wanted to meet you. To make sure you’re on the level, and I can count on you.”
“You can count on me!” Laura said, a little too brightly, even making a small triumphant fist in the air, and feeling shockingly silly.
But Iola Hughes seemed not to notice this mawkish attempt at camaraderie. Laura was still trying not to look at her breasts. So large. She was usually not especially thrilled by large breasts, but when they were there, thrusting out at you, and attached to a very lovely woman, it was hard to keep your eyes off them. But she managed to do it by staring steely-straight into Iola’s smiling eyes. Then, as if to punctuate her silliness, she gave a little wave. And Iola was gone.
If you enjoyed this sample then look for Shagging Shamika's Aunt.
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About the Author
Miranda Mars lives with her cats and her exercise machines with her "special" friend in a suburb in San Francisco. Here is where she lavishly spends scribbling erotica for your, and her own, amusement.
She is especially attracted to dark-skinned women, and uses them as the lovers of the main characters in the stories she writes. She says they're just so hot! So dark-skinned women, BEWARE! :-)
Her stories are also surprisingly VERY ENTERTAINING for MEN!
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