Laura and Gail Chronicles: Hot Lesbian Erotica Compilation

by Miranda Mars

“Yes.”

  Laura left. She listened to her heels ring on the hard marble floors of the medical-dental building as she walked to the elevator. She rode down to the lobby trying to ignore the turmoil in her stomach. Her cell phone rang inside her purse as she was going through the revolving doors to the street.

  “Laura?”

  “Yes, Sara.”

  “Wait there. I'll be down in a minute.”

  But the suspense was not over yet. She waited ten minutes; fifteen. I'd wait hours for her, she realized. Finally, Sara appeared, looking sheepish and rushed. “Let's get out of here. Quick. Before she sees us.”

  “Goodness,” Laura laughed as they walked rapidly to the corner and crossed at the light. “You really are afraid she'll see us, aren't you. Maybe it would be good for her. Make her not take you for granted.”

  Sara shook her head, looking straight ahead. “She knows about you.”

  Laura nodded grimly. “All good, I hope,” she joked, trying to keep the subject light.

  They went into the Union Square subterranean garage, where Laura's car was parked. Sara relaxed noticeably, now that her lover could not spot them. The fumes were noxious and overpowering. In Laura's car they turned on the air conditioning to help their breathing.

  “I think I need mouth to mouth resuscitation,” Sara said, making another funny face.

  “Me too,” Laura laughed, grabbing her head in both hands and giving her a scorching kiss.

  Sara kissed back, sliding her tongue deep into Laura's mouth. There were people returning from shopping and work, seeking out their cars, starting them, slowly maneuvering toward the exits, but none paid attention to them. Laura slid her hand under the lapel of Sara's coat and clutched one firm round breast through her shirt and bra, squeezing it passionately.

  “Think we're making a spectacle of ourselves, Laura,” Sara panted against her cheek. “You're groping me. Have a few manners.”

  Laura pulled back and sat up straight, chastened. “Sorry.”

  Sara beamed. “It's okay. I didn't have the courage to do it myself.”

  Laura drove out to Sara's small one-bedroom apartment in Ocean View. “Tell me about the girl friend,” she said on the way. “Unless you don't want to, of course.”

  “Her name is Darlene. She's white, like you. Blonde, actually. My first blonde.” Sara made a zany face. “She has a little boy, Chad. He's seven. I'm her first girl friend. She seduced me, nevertheless.”

  “That must've been fun,” Laura smiled, hoping Sara would tell her more.

  “She told me later that just deciding to be a lesbian was such a relief. It brought out her true nature. She looked around at potential partners in the building. Lots of nurses, medical receptionists, as you know. Darlene is a dental hygienist. She saw me one day getting a sandwich at that silly little news stand in the lobby. You know the one. She asked me for advice. About where to buy a FastPass. We ended up . . . well, you know the rest. Sack city. She's very sweet and determined that I should sleep with no one but her. She has a very bad opinion of you for leaving me.”

  “We left each other,” Laura protested gently, preferring her own version of events.

  “If you say so,” Sara said, looking out the window to her right.

  This was certainly a turn for the worse. Sara was sad. This would not do. “So . . . she just decided to be a lesbian? That sounds, forgive me, a little weird.”

  “Oh, I don't know,” Sara said airily. “It's kind of like you and I did it, isn't it? I mean, Lina Torres and I were roommates and we just kind of ended up in bed. You and your friend Karen . . . same thing, right? I mean, there you were, she was naked, you just decided it. It was your true natures coming out.”

  Laura nodded. “Guess you could see it that way.” She thought, I never had any intention of fucking her, though. Until I saw her naked. I guess that was my true nature. But I don't remember deciding it.

  “Anyway,” Sara went on, “she is wonderful and treats me great and--”

  “Is hot stuff between the sheets, eh?” Laura cracked. “All those years of dull married life.”

  “Laura, you're terrible,” Sara grinned, giving her a playful poke on the shoulder. “She is nice. Sweet. Hot. She's not Laura, though.”

  Laura didn't know whether to feel good or bad about this and was grateful they were finally there, circling the block to look for a parking place. “I see the parking is no better than it ever was around here.”

  “A couple of blocks over they're building condos. We're gentrifying. Pretty soon I won't be able to afford to live here anymore.”

  Maybe you and the very possessive Darlene will move in together and get married and raise a family, Laura thought meanly. She was surprised at this little spurt of jealousy rising up inside her. She had, after all, once loved Sara with all her heart.

  And my body, she remembered, feeling a hot tingle in her crotch. Inside the apartment, Laura wanted it immediately, though Sara was inclined to dally. Kissing her in the parking garage, bantering with her, sitting next to her during the drive, all of it had heated Laura's blood. This woman was magic to her sex drive. She had always wanted her and wanted her still. But Sara was skittish, not ready to dive headlong into the bed.

  “We're here. We can wait,” she murmured against Laura's cheek as Laura again groped her suggestively. “I want to get into the mood.”

  “I can't wait,” Laura panted softly.

  “Yes, you can. You're lucky I let you come back here at all.”

  “I want your fantastic body.”

  Sara smiled seductively. “Why should I give in right away? It makes me feel good that you want me.”

  “I can make you feel even better.”

  “I know you can. Now, just sit there while I make a pot of tea.”

  Laura remembered how things were different with Sara. Unlike her relationships with some others--she specifically recalled how she and Makeeda had nearly clawed one another to pieces in a crazed frenzy of lust on the night Makeeda had returned from Paris, only a few weeks ago, after merely stepping inside the door of their house--she and Sara had never been swept up by impulsive furies of sexual need. They had fucked exuberantly and energetically, and also slowly, gently, movingly, but never had they torn each other's clothes off and sucked and bitten each other in a wild tumult of crazy hot fucking and raping, as Laura had done with some others.

  On the other hand, she realized she might be ignoring out of guilt the last time they were together, in this very apartment, when the buttons had been popping in their frenzy to suck each other's hot flesh.

  Still, she was willing to honor these little differences of style. She sat obediently at Sara's small kitchen table and waited for the teapot to boil. She would certainly have preferred a vodka, but Sara drank only sporadically, and mostly, it seemed, when Laura pushed the issue.

  “You wouldn't have any vodka, would you?” Laura finally asked.

  “Actually . . . I do,” Sara smirked, going to the cupboard. “Darlene's like you, in one thing at least. She likes to have her little drinkee.”

  “Well, thank the Lord for Darlene, then,” Laura said, a little too sarcastically.

  Sara ignored this and poured them each a small drink, including ice cubes and tonic water. She raised her glass. “To us. Friends forever.” Then she made a screwy face. “And bed partners now and then.”

  Laura clinked glasses with her and drained her own glass halfway down, feeling like Sara's sister Dee Dee, who usually did the same when you handed her one. “How about 'now' rather than 'then'?” she asked, looking at Sara pointedly. “I want you.”

  Sara flirted. She sashayed across the kitchen, swaying her substantial but shapely butt in Laura's direction. “You see something you like? My advice is . . . better take what you want. Before you change your mind.”

  “I'm not changing my mind,” Laura laughed, starting out of her chair. “I always wanted you.”

  She grabbed Sara next to the sink, embracing
her and dropping both hands to her splendid ass, digging her fingers into both firm cheeks through Sara's skirt. Sara sat her glass on the kitchen countertop and embraced Laura back, now kissing her with the same intensity with which she had earlier responded in the parking garage. Then she kissed Laura's cheek and forehead while Laura's fingers scrabbled at the buttons of her crisp white blouse, trying to get them unfastened.

  She giggled and batted Laura's hands away, slipping out of her embrace. “You just want my body . . . now that someone else has been chewing on it.” She laughed enchantingly.

  “I don't care if she's been chewing on it. I want to suck on it,” Laura laughed, grabbing her again, crushing Sara's mouth with her own.

  The feel of these marvelous, sensual, pillowy lips under hers made Laura's heart race. Long before she had ever dared to kiss Sara she had lusted for this voluptuous mouth. While they were together she had ravished it hungrily at each opportunity, and now she was ravishing it again, sucking Sara's tongue, her lower lip, holding it between her teeth as if threateningly, her eyes burning into Sara's with hot desire.

  Sara playfully pulled her lip free. “You gon' do me in the kitchen, you sex fiend?”

  “Anywhere I can,” Laura panted, kissing her face again, her forehead, her smooth cheek. “I hear voices. Listen. Faint voices.” She put a hand behind her ear, pantomiming.

  Sara giggled. “Are they saying 'Save France! Save France!”

  “No, silly,” Laura tickled her. “They're saying 'Suck me! Suck me!'”

  This was an old joke between them. Sara, once acknowledging to Laura the beauty of her own breasts and large, dark umber, cupcake sized nipples, had claimed that they cried out in a tiny, faraway voice: Suck me! Suck me! Laura had eagerly obliged and could hardly wait to do it again, right now.

  “Ooohhhh . . . I hear them too!” Sara grinned, looking down at her chest. “Guess France'll have to wait.”

  Laura had Sara's shirt half-open by now and was kissing the smooth dark skin that appeared. Sara grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. Without speaking, they both began to peel off their clothes, so that they were nearly naked by the time they got there. The bedroom was only a few steps from the kitchen. Sara peeled down the bedspread and blankets. She slipped out of her panties. Laura did the same.

  “Come here, my darling,” Laura purred to her, nearly orgasming immediately simply at the feel of Sara's naked body pressing against her own, if that were possible. She honestly felt it was. This was paradise.

  “Mmmmm, that feels good,” Sara purred back, obviously feeling the same thing.

  “Too good,” Laura murmured, running her hands all over Sara's compact naked body, a body she knew so well after having done this for the better part of a full year.

  Her hands finally came to rest on Sara's naked breasts. She cradled the full, firm beauties in her palms, brushing Sara's large, dark nipples with her thumbs. Laura kissed her mouth again, her neck, her shoulder, her clavicle, her smooth upper chest, her lips and tongue descending slowly. When they reached the dark, protruding bud of Sara's soft nipple, both of them seemed to tense up with sexual excitement, their breath quickening, their bodies expectant.

  “On the bed,” Sara whispered. “My knees are getting weak.”

  “Mine too,” Laura smiled as they stretched out facing each other on the sheet.

  This was such a familiar position. They had loved each other this way countless times, and at this instant it was almost impossible to realize that Sara was now doing it with Darlene and Laura with Makeeda, instead of this. How had that happened? How could this feel deliciously new and comfortingly familiar at the same time?

  “You gonna look at them forever or are you gonna suck them?” Sara teased, breaking through Laura's reverie.

  “I can't decide,” Laura smiled.

  “I'll decide for you, cuckoo brain,” Sara said, pushing her body forward so that her nipple mashed into Laura's lips. “Now, you take it from there.”

  “Ummm, I wilmmnnngg . . .” Laura gummed her words as she opened her mouth and took all of Sara's large, soft nipple inside. “Oh god, sucking your nipples makes me come!” she gasped, releasing the wet, shiny bulb for a moment before nearly swallowing it again.

  Sara mewled a little, and her eyes rolled up. “Makes you come? What do you think it does to me?”

  Laura now sucked her breast intently, without bothering to reply. She was in heaven. Nothing could get her mouth off this lovely breast. She tongued and lip-chewed Sara's bulbous, silky, dark nipple, pinching it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth until Sara whinnied softly and tossed her head back and forth.

  “Oh . . . shit!” she hissed softly. “That's a Laura suck if there ever was one. Nobody suck titty like Laura.”

  “Careful, you're going ebonics on me,” Laura teased her, moving her mouth and hands to Sara's other breast for the same treatment.

  “Shoot . . . girl . . . you bad!” Sara half-giggled, almost too overwhelmed by sexual currents to laugh. “You little cracker girls can really suck.”

  Laura stopped sucking hard and sucked softly for a while, gazing up into Sara's swirling dark brown eyes. “I could just swallow these, if you gave me the chance,” she murmured, still licking each bulbous, saliva-wet nipple, then unable to keep herself from taking one deep into her mouth again. “I'm a suck maniac.”

  “You sure are,” Sara panted, looking down at Laura love-mauling her breasts. “And I don't see anybody stopping you. I think you're turning me into the Mississippi River down below, though.”

  Laura took that as an invitation and began to slide lower down Sara's marvelous naked body. “I think I want a taste of the river,” she murmured, but moving very slowly, determined to enjoy all the firm dark flesh on the way there.

  But Sara pulled her up, face to face again. “Do your river drinking later. I want something else.”

  She crossed her eyes and made a funny face, but Laura knew she was perfectly serious. She had never been shy with Laura about what turned her crank. She reached over to the bedside cabinet and pulled open the drawer. Laura moved to the side so that Sara could extract whatever she was after, but was unable to keep her hands off the girl's marvelous, swaying breasts, still wet with her own saliva.

  Sara swatted away her hands and took out a blue plastic strap-on dildo. She winked at Laura. “You know what I like.”

  Laura nodded and smiled. “I know.”

  “Darlene and I . . . well, the sex is good, you know? Not Laura-quality, but good. She brought this over and left it here. We don't want her little boy finding it, do we.” She made a prissy face. “So . . . she knows what I like, too.”

  What Sara liked was to do it cowgirl style, riding on top on the dildo, while dangling her wondrous naked breasts in Laura's face (or now Darlene's face), being happily fucked and sucked at the same time, or rather fucking herself on the dildo, which she did with delighted abandon, while her lover devoured her gorgeous dark nipples.

  Laura, smiling inwardly, had to admit she was not opposed to this activity herself. Being monstrously oral, and having a long-standing fervid infatuation with Sara's beautiful naked breasts, she quickly grasped any situation that gave her the opportunity to maul them for long periods with her mouth.

  She immediately snatched the dildo and harness from Sara's hand and began fitting it into place. “You don't want it any more than I do, darling,” she purred, rolling onto her back and holding the shiny blue plastic stalk straight up in the air, a delightfully obscene invitation.

  Sara crossed her eyes and made a dorky face. “That's what I like about you, Laura. You grasp another person's needs so quickly.”

  “Come here, my angel, and get taken to the seventh degree of heaven.” Laura released the dildo and stretched out her arms.

  Sara knee-walked on the mattress over to Laura and straddled her hips. Together they maneuvered the upright dildo so that the bulbous blue head of it nudged Sara's swollen, partly open blac
k cunt lips. She was indeed very wet, Laura could see, from their little playing and kissing and sucking. Laura, while observing this, also noticed that her little silvery pussy ring was gone.

  “What happened to the ring?” she asked, absently, rubbing Sara's wet pussy with the tips of two fingers, almost wishing she could delay this fucking that was about to commence in favor of a little cunt licking. She adored Sara's juicy fat pussy and had truly feasted on it in the past, wanted to do so again.

  Sara's face briefly reflected a spell of confusion, even embarrassment. “Darlene doesn't like it. She asked me to take it off. Said it made me seem cheap. Like an exotic dancer or something.”

  Laura frowned. “She sounds like a bitch. I've had a few exotic dancers. They were among the sweetest girls I ever met. You can't judge someone by how she makes her living.”