3 comments/ 19111 views/ 5 favorites Loving Tammy Ch. 01 By: givemenevergets Hi everyone! This tale is bit different as I've found a fun romantic bone in my body. It is a romantic tale with eroticism mixed in for spice. And it will only get spicier as time goes. I hope you enjoy! * "I am going to kill him," Sara repeated in her mind as she made her way across the school hallway. With another look back at Jay she sighed. It was her own fault for making that bet with him, but he didn't have to be so damn smiley about it. The two had been friends now for ten years, ever since he shared his crayons with her when they were nine. Since then they have been through thick and thin, but if Sara given the choice of continuing down this hallway or beating him within an inch of his life, Jay wouldn't make it to fourth period. Up a head laid her doom. It was a dumb bet in the first place. "As IF he got a better mark!" It was an English essay, and a guy who could barely string together four words without a dictionary got a ninety-seven. In hind sight, Sara knew she should have chosen an easier topic. Maybe something with flair. Like how to beat your best friend to an inch of his life and get a way with it : A suckered friends guide. Three more steps and her life would be over. Winning that slick plasma tv off Jay would have been sick, but it was never worth the risk! If she hadn't been drunk at the time she would never have bet high school suicide against a tv. Damn his snug look when he lifted his paper. As if the breeding rituals of African ants was really that interesting anyway! Sara's legs began to shake and a familiar turning sensation began to pick up speed in her stomach. She was actually beginning to feel faint! Years of aloofness all down the drain in one apocalyptic moment. "There is still time to veer away if I do some fancy footwork, pretend to be lost in thought or sick. That would explain the damn sweat!" Just as that thought showed her a last ray of hope, Jay's parting words kicked her hard. "You know you'll regret it if you never even try. If it don't pan out we can always watch some porn on my new TV!" "Goddamn him!" And here it was. The moment that kept her from sleeping for the last week and a half. In front her stood Tammy Lynn Brooks, the most gorgeous girl on the face of the earth, flanked by her ever-present friends Becky and Trisha. Six pair of eyes stared at her. Peering at her as if she was someone that was all together new to them. If they had tried real hard they might actually remember who Sara was. After all the school wasn't that big and they had been in the same classes since grade nine. Then again, Sara had to admit to herself that she did purposefully spend most of her high school days in the back of the crowd. Ever since early in grade nine she made the horrible mistake of coming out to her then friend Christy Baker. Christy had misinterpreted it as Sara hitting on her and proceeded to spread it around the entire school. Which left Sara to do the only logical thing, and deny the rumors and hide herself snugly back into the closet. Unfortunately that was not enough as she became a social pariah. Every time she tried to interact to people they would always get that "You're gay aren't you" look in their eye. Consequently, despite a confidence in her cute mousey looks, Sara was never able to develop her social abilities. A fact that was blatantly obvious now that she stood face to face with Tammy. "Um, hi Tammy..." Sara muttered before everything went really, really black. Puffy white clouds parted as Sara flew through the air. She had been here before. It was her happy place. Over the next hill would be her little cottage near the lake. The lake didn't have a name. It was just THE Lake. Sara's world had no use for others so naming a unique thing seemed silly. A smile crossed her lips as she saw the thatched roof come into view. Sitting idly where she left them where her friend the gnome (Not a dwarf! thank you!), the unicorn (can't a girl be cliché?) and the frightening to look at but tender hearted beast (okay really cliché!). "Welcome back deary," said the beast as Sara landed gently on the rich green lawn. Sara was about to run over to greet the big hair ball with an affectionate hug when it's large paw raised up to stop her. "Whatcha doing here deary?" It asked. Looking to her other friends for explanation she was greeted only by sour looks. "What's going on?" "That be our question lass!" barked the gnome in his ruff tones. "Ye ain't supposta be 'ere right now." "But this is my home." "Aye, and tis always that, but ye 'int 'upposeta be 'ere now." The angrier he got the more letters he started to drop until the ground would be so covered there wouldn't be anywhere left to sit. "I don't understand." The gnome spat, letters falling freely from his mouth. Turning in disgust he kicked the fallen ones away then sat quietly on a near by stone. After a curt nod toward the beast he just stared at her. "Don't mind him deary. He just wants the best for you, you know that." "I do, but I still don't understand what's going on." "You were suppose to talk with that girl you are liking, your not suppose to be here." "oh," Sara said blushing. "OH!" The gnome burst out after finding a spare H on the ground. "Blo-" he began again dropping in inordinate supply of o's. "I'm sorry for this deary, but can you look thata way for just a moment." Waiting for Sara to oblige, the beast screamed "Now Youni!" Youni was the unicorn. For just a brief moment Sara was confused as to why the beast would be calling for Youni to do something. The moment was brief because in the very next one, a hoof struck her quite smartly on the back of the head. "I hate it when imaginary creatures gang up on me." Sara said waiting for the clouds to part once again. "That's an odd thing to say." This time as the clouds parted Sara didn't see her thatched roof cottage but another equally vivid fantasy. Sitting quite quietly beside her bed was Tammy Brooks, looking at her sweetly, if a bit confusedly. Her slight lean in gave Sara a spectacular view of Tammy's well proportioned cleavage, clad a lacy camisole under a wide necked stretched tee that hugged her curves very effectively. From this angle Sara could only see the tips of Tammy's sculpted legs poking out of her skirt before they disappeared past the bed. It all made Sara feeling quite warm and still a bit dizzy from Youni's kick. Knowing it must be a dream, Sara let her libido out to play as she imagined what she would do with the supple nineteen year old beside her. She smiled as she imagined leaning over to caress Tammy soft cheeks, before pulling her slowly in to brush her lips with her own. A breath of hesitation and then they would press together, gently at first but then harder as their mutual passions grew. Leaving the sculpted tee and camisole in place to dull the sensations, she would move her finger tips teasingly across her beautiful breasts. Tammy would moan delightfully into Sara's mouth as her dexterous fingers continued to dance. Switching tactics in mid-stride, Sara spread her whole palm out to caress Tammy's entire breast. Messaging one while her fee hand slid down, their kissing grew more frantic. Finally as their passions grew overwhelmingly, Sara hooked her fingers under both tops and slipped them effortlessly over Tammy's head, messing her hair just slightly as it passed by. As Sara smoothes it down with a caressing hand it would be Tammy who would then pull her in for a deep kiss. Their tongues explore eagerly as the excitement rebuilds. Pulling away from the kiss, Sara slid down to firmly kiss the tender flesh around Tammy's breasts. Her tongue probing deeply into the supple flesh while her lips gently drag dangerously close to Tammy's stiffing nipples. Continuing her teasing, Sara moved quickly to the next breast to repeat her torture. This time Tammy gently grabbed hold of Sara's head to pull her in desperately, sliding her nipple into Sara's waiting mouth. Tammy moaned again as Sara finally relinquishes her torture to suck hard on the sensitive nipple, flailing her tongue back and forth. Meanwhile, not to be out done her right hand begins to firmly slide up Tammy's bare thigh. She squirms as Sara's hand slowly slips beneath her skirt sending electric jolts upwards. With but a thin piece of silk between them, the damp heat beneath her skirt is intense on Sara's hand. With a loud moan, Tammy squirms some more, this time allowing her legs to come to rest a hands space apart. "Sara?" Tammy said. "Hello," Sara said sweetly smiling widely. "Going to stay awake this time?" Tammy laughed light heartedly. Reality has tends to come back with a cruel thump. And every once in a while, when special circumstances are met, you can actually hear the thump. When Sara's mind finally raced it's way forward passed her libido screaming "the end is coming!" Sara was left confused and very embarrassed. "Oh my God! You turn the cutest red!" Tammy laughed. Finding no way to regain dignity, and quite overly grateful that Tammy assumed the blush was from fainting, Sara decided to try her hand at a new line of dialogue. "How come you're here?" "Your friend Jason had to work, or so he says, and no one could get a hold of your folks." A glance around her Sara's folks would be off until later tonight. Her father had houses to show on the mainland and her mother would be working late tonight. Groaning a little, Sara sat up on the nurses bed. "Thank," she said sheepishly. "Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah. I guess I just haven't slept much lately." Tammy smiled, reducing Sara too a liquidy heap. "I go through spurts like that too. Though I've never passed out!" "You've never tried to ask you out," Sara thought to herself. "Do you have a ride home?" "Damn," Sara cursed at herself. "No Jay drove me in this morning. I was going to catch the bus," she laughed nervously. "Well if you don't mind a quick stop off the market, I can give you a lift." Sara swooned. "Best pass out in history!" she rejoiced internally. "That'd be great. Thanks." Sara could hardly contained her nervous shaking as the two made their way to the mall. Idle conversation about classes and current trends filled the air, mercifully keeping the awkward silences at bay. Twenty minutes later they were on the road back to Sara's house, with the conversation winding down, Tammy viciously destroyed Sara's great time with a single question. "So, what were you about to ask me when you passed out there." Sara's house came into view signaling the end of their journey was mere moments away. If she intended to ask Tammy out it would have to be now. Her jaw shook as she stumbled to find the words. It was so much easier in front of her mirror last night! "Um, yeah, I was wondering, if, um.... you might want to go out sometime, maybe dinner," Sara managed to squeak out. Immediately her survival instincts began to scream at her. "Say something! You going to be tossed out, beat to a bloody oooze, your going to-" "I'm sorry!" Sara blurted out. "You were so nice to drive me home and I had to ruin it. And-" "I didn't say no yet." "Oh." "Is that why you passed out earlier?" Sara nodded. "That's so cute! So the rumors are true eh?" "Some, I mean yeah I am, but I never hit on Christy Baker or anything." The car slowed to a stop outside Sara's front door. "Your really nice and all," Tammy began. "Please make this quick," Sara pleaded internally. "I just want to crawl into bed and sleep." "But," Tammy continued. "I can't." Sara noticed that Tammy continued to stare straight forward, her lips were pressed thinly stressing over her next words. "It's just that that my parents would freak out and my friends..." I glimmer of hope slid desperately into Sara's mind. "She's still not saying no. Well not outright!" Feeling emboldened by this thought Sara blurted out desperately. "What if we went to the main land? I have this great idea for a dress for you for prom and I need materials and-" "Okay but-." "and you would really just be coming to help choose what you like and-" Tammy cut Sara's rambling off with a raised hand. "I do need a new dress. I've seen the stuff you've done at the school fashion show and I would love to have something that Becky and Trisha would be able to copy." "You mean-" Again her hand raised to silence the flow. "I mean, I'd love a new dress, and if we're on the mainland, I'm sure we'll get hungry." Sara stared speechless. "Tammy looked at her concerned. "Are you okay?" "uh huh," she squeaked. Tammy laughed. "I'll see you Saturday morning then." "Okay," Sara said fumbling for the door, still shocked into a daze. "Bye!" "Bye!" Sara waved as Tammy's car disappeared down the road. When it was out of sight, Sara squealed. Running into the house she tossed her bag down and made her way over to her detached room. Sara's father had bought the house off Jimmy Schmitt a record producer who fell in love with the island shortly before his company went belly up. Sara's room was the old recording studio that he had built into it, which her parent renovated for her after she gained an interest in loud music. "Danny!" She called out to see if her brother was around. "Most likely out with his friends." Sara thought. He was a few years younger that Sara and much more popular. Since he hit high school, it was rare to see him around until dinner or later. As long as he called in, their parents seemed okay with it, which was annoyingly twenty billion times more lenient that they ever were with her at that age. With no answer coming, Sara grabbed a light snack of cold leftovers and juice out of the fridge and made her way to her room. Jay wouldn't be home until nine so she pulled out her sketch book and laid on the bed to work on new designs for Tammy's dress. Starting with simple sketches of Tammy's thin curves Sara began to work on how standard prom-styles would look, then as her libido kicked in she grew more daring with the various cuts. Detached Sara's watched as her pencil glided across the page bringing her Sketch Tammy into life wearing a daring cross weaved halter top and complimenting thigh length skirt. With each new pose, Tammy grew more adventurous. The sultry figure began to twist back and forth to test the flow of her new skirt. Tammy stumbled slightly as she spun quickly about, causing her short skirt to spin high up, just barely revealing a glimpse of the silk beneath. With a mischievous smile, Tammy danced in close bending in slowly to sway her soft lips a breath away from Sara's. Just as Sara moved closer to close the gap, Tammy spun away. "Must be from teasing her so much earlier" Sara thought to herself. Her left slid down clenching and unclenching the blankets beneath her as her breathing began to pick up. Furiously Sara's pencil continued across the page, as she watched Sketch Tammy continue to dace seductively to the unheard music. Slowly wrapping her hands about her waist, Tammy spun backwards and slid off the halter top revealing bare flesh beneath. Swaying slowly back in to Sara, she dipped down and turned back face to face before slowly sliding back upward, pressing her proportioned breast into each side of Sara's cheeks as they passed by. Sara moaned aloud as her devilish left hand slipped beneath he own skirt to press firmly upwards. The jolt sent a spasm into Sara's right arm, causing her to slip the pencil off into an unintended line. Grabbing onto it Sketch Tammy twisted it into a ribbon as she slid it over Sara's head to pull her in for another achingly close view of her supple breasts. Sara could smell her berry perfume briefly before Tammy slipped away again to dance with the music. With her back to Sara once more, Tammy slid her hands slowly down her bare skin until the reached the skirt below. A quick bending motion brought the skirt down as Tammy raised her thin silken accented ass up into the cool room air. Pages flipped by as Sara's left hand continued it's ministrations below as her face flushed deeply. Tammy continued her dance in front almost free of clothing Sara's focus became on the growing darkness between Tammy's legs. As Tammy slowly slid in once more, a gentle knock came at the door. "Sara honey, can I come in?" It was mom. Quickly hiding her sketch book under the bed and giving her left hand a quick wipe down, Sara called the all clear. Getting up to greet a serious looking mother Sara wondered briefly what could be wrong. "Are you okay?" Her mother asked. "You do look a little flush." Confused at first, the memory of her faint slowly filtered passed the much more important memories of the drive home. "Oh, yeah. Sorry mom, I guess I just over exerted myself. Didn't sleep well last couple of nights." Her mother looked at her doubtingly then smiled warmly. "Well then come down to dinner, than it's off to bed." Sara nodded, following her mother out of the room. "How was your day otherwise?" "Great!" "Oh? What happened." "Er, nothing really. I guess I missed fourth period. Oh, I'm going to make a girls dress for the prom!" The two continued to chat idly, on the walk down to the dinning room. Only two plates were out for dinner. "Dad still on the main-land?" "Yeah, apparently there in negotiations. And your brother's off at Jim's again." Sara spent a few hours eating, cleaning and chatting with her mother. When her father and brother were out, she got lonely in their house. With more room than they would ever need, the empty space was sometimes haunting when you were all alone. By the time Sara made it back to her sketch book, she was exhausted and fell asleep half way through the next sketch. Loving Tammy Ch. 02 I would like to start with a special thanks to Keith for helping me edit this story! Any similarity to an actual person place or even is strictly coincidental. This story is intended for adult audiences. Enjoy! * Sara stood between a mountain of clothing on her bed and a steadily dwindling supply hanging in her closet. In a kaleidoscope of colors, each rejected garment flew backwards to test the stability of the ever growing pile. The previous two hours had been spent analyzing each garment in her closet in the depressingly futile effort to find the perfect outfit for her date with Tammy. After passing it by numerous times, Sara's eyes kept returning to the short blue sundress with a flirty mini-sleeve and draped styled bust. Being one of her own designs, the dress fit her like a second skin and could become very flirty when worked right. With a sigh she pulled it on, staring straight into her mirror. It was the perfect dress. Its light material flowed casually with every movement which combined with the plunging neckline and fitted midsection complemented her figure in every way. Unfortunately, a quick turn to the side her mirror reminded her why she had never worn it before. High on her arms, jagged scars marred her pale skin with their purplish red accusations. It was Sara's second dirty little secret only known to her family and to Jay. Hidden by sleeves, few ever questioned why she would infrequently disappear during the school year. Most who did would be given some family emergency story to cover up her time spent in therapy. The newest one, from only a few weeks ago had finally healed over and was beginning to fade into more subtle hues with the rest of them. She wasn't suicidal, well no more than your average high school girl, but there was always a comfort in the pain somewhere, when everything else became too confusing it was there for her. Rubbing her fingers over the texture the scarred tissue created, she tried to tug the small cap sleeve down just an inch further. Running conversations through her mind, she formulated excuses, "It's dangerous to tailor, you know!" or more plausibly, "I was taking a hike in the bush, when I slipped down a hill through dead branches." She could see people actually believing that one. And the dress was hot, which made it worth the risk. Slipping on a sexy pair of matching blue sandals and a few wooden beads as accessories, Sara was finally out the door. An approving call came from her mother as they passed in the driveway. "Oh, that looks so cute!" "I dunno mom," Sara replied tugging on the mini-sleeves a bit. "I guess I was just worried." "Well don't be. It is lovely. When will you be back?" Sara had already gone through the details of her shopping trip to buy Tammy's dress materials, with the appropriate amount of begging involved, the night before. "Um, after dinner sometime. We'll probably grab something there and depending on her errands and traffic, it may be close to curfew." Giving her daughter a calculated look of "I know you're not telling me everything, even though I don't know what," she smiled and hugged her. Twenty minutes later, Sara pulled her parents' little Civic into Tammy's driveway. Taking a few minutes to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down, she forced her legs to move up the stairs and with an epic battle of wills managed to push the little white button along the door side. "Danger!" Screamed her brain. "What are her folks going to think? What are you going to say - 'Hi I'm here to pick up your daughter so that I can take her out of town and put the moves on her'? Or maybe go with the honest approach -- 'I have been dreaming very wet dreams about your daughter and I hope to seduce her, but she'll definitely be back for curfew in roughly the same shape'?" As her brain warred with her, the door swung open to reveal a rather large man, nearly six and half feet tall. A part of Sara's mind made a mental note as to where Tammy got her athletic form. "Um, Hi," Sara said deciding to take the safe and conventional route. The large man smiled, "Hello, you must be Sara. Come on in. Tammy's been getting ready for the past hour or so, so it should only be another two hours before she's done." He laughed loudly, until a soft 'tisk' sound came from behind him. "Don't mind my husband. He really has no idea about women at all." A small woman smiled at Sara warmly and ushered her in to take a seat. Taking in her surroundings, Sara was surprised at the number of religious works in the small, but well designed room. Several crosses hung around the walls, interspaced with photos of the family, and a large painting of the last pope hanging just above the couch Sara now sat on. Sara's family were Christian in the sense that they celebrated Christmas with presents and Easter with chocolate, and her mother did wear a cross now that Sara thought came to think of it. Some of her cousins were more religious than them, but none, not even all combined could have put a room like this together. Nerves jumping through her small body, Sara tried not to think about anything and just wait. A loud clock somewhere out of sight ticked away seconds in ever slowing increments until each second felt like a minute on its own. Sitting down in the chair beside the couch, Mr. Brooks smiled warmly again at Sara. "So, what do your parents do Sara?" "My dad's in real-estate, mainly on the mainland, business stuff. And my mother is a legal secretary with Hoffeman and Co." "Oh, and are they doing well?" "Mm-hm." "What church does your family attend?" "Mother!" Tammy scolded coming down the stairwell. A soft berry scent flowed refreshingly into the room. If Sara was blind this would be the scent she would identify Tammy with. Its playful mix never failed to gave Sara a smile as she passed her in the school hallways. "What? Am I not allowed to know who my daughter is hanging around with?" "She's not a Satanist, Mom." The two bickered back and forth in a friendly way, while Sara sat stunned at the beauty now standing across the room. Her lips fell apart in awe as she watched Tammy's body move lyrically about the room. Her white halter top dress flowed with each turn while still hugging her slim waist line perfectly. The dress was fashionable yet on Tammy it also had a playful sense to it. Each fold in the fabric was smilingly placed precisely to draw Sara's eyes downward to her long slightly bronzed legs. Scanning upwards Sara wondered what it would be like to be a dress, hugging Tammy's curves tightly. Each part of her being would be designed to best suit Tammy's body. Growing a free flowing skirt, Sara's body would playfully twist about raising just a little to tease the eyes of onlookers as if to say "If you keep watching there may be a strong wind and who knows what will happen?." Of course there would never be such a wind. Sara's arms now sheathed in silks gently wrapped themselves around Tammy's long neck ending in a fingerless knot dangling small wisps of ribbon gently down between her shoulders. Tammy's firm breast pressed hard into Sara's thin material giving her shape and beauty. Wrapped around her body Sara was beautiful, elegant and graceful. To show her appreciation, Sara would teasingly use her edges to brush against Tammy's skin bringing out millions of little goosebumps, each sending a small jolt though Tammy's slender frame. "....werhoins. seir oshep Sara?" Sara forced her eye's back up to Tammy's face, consciously trying to focus on what she was saying. "If we don't go soon, we'll miss the next ferry over." Glad an explanation came to save her embarrassment, Sara quickly followed Tammy out the door amidst a chaotic flow of warnings and cautions from Tammy's mother. Feeling romantic, Sara rushed as fast as her heels let her to open the car door for Tammy. "Thank you." Sara could only smile back while she watched the beauty slide effortlessly into the passenger side. Swallowing hard she dragged her eyes away from Tammy's legs as her dress rose slightly higher on her legs. Before slipping in to the driver's side, Sara took her time to compose herself. Once comfortably inside, Sara shyly offered Tammy he sketch book with a single orange gerbera daisy, Tammy's favorite, on top. Sara had learned about her obsession with orange gerbera's by happenstance in their grade nine biology class after seeing page after page of them drawn and colored in over her notes. Funnily, or perhaps a statement to her own obsession, Sara managed to store that little fact all these years. The sight of the flower caused Tammy blushed slightly. "Aw, thank you," she said with a smile. "You're cute when you blush too," Sara kidded. "I drew up a bunch of ideas and included a few thread samples to kind of give an idea of what they'd look like. We can also do up something completely different if you have an idea in mind." While the two traveled down the road, Sara couldn't help peeking continuously to see what pictures she examined the longest and also a bit fearfully making sure that none of her risky images where left behind. Every Ooo and Aw, sent electric shivers down Sara's spine. A few times she caught herself well over the speed limit. Silently berating herself, Sara tried hard to focus on getting them there in one piece. As the car docked on the ferry, Sara's nerves picked up again. Driving gave her an excuse to keep the conversation simple and to a minimum, but for the next thirty minutes, she would be captive to any difficult questions Tammy may ask. In a desperate plea, Sara sent a silent prayer out to the universe to keep the conversation on the dress designs. Obligingly the universe agreed to her demands. "These are all amazing. I never knew you could do this." Tammy cooed over several designs she had bookmarked with scraps. "Anything jump out at you or give you an idea?" "I'm a bit torn. I love this one here with the long flowing skirt, but I keep coming back to this last one that's not finished. I can see myself in it so vividly you know?" The design was the one Sara had been working on when she had fallen asleep. A dark fold in the corner revealed where she had drooled on it before rolling over. Hoping that Tammy wouldn't notice, Sara probed her brain on where she was going with it. The dress was shorter lying just above the knee. The material would be flow so that as Tammy twirled it would spin delightfully but not obscure any of it's detailing. On the bust-line was a complicated weaving of the same fabric crisscrossing in a two tone basket weave for the corset styled bust. The back dipped low as the fabric draped down. "I was thinking of a shade of charcoal grey, but we could also go with a bolder color, and of course I would use some silver-matalicy kind of thread and a hint of beading inlaid through it just to give it a shine and make it really pop." "Wow," Tammy muttered as she envisioned the dress on the page. "I could also put in a lacy under-layer to give it more poofiness." "Poofiness, I love your technical jargon!" Tammy laughed. "I think that makes up my mind. Even if you had nothing on the page, the way you talk about it is enough to convince me. Are you going to have enough time to do it?" "I should. It's a bit more complicated than most of what I do, but this one," she said pulling slightly on her own dress, "has some of the same principals and it only took me a week or so to put together." "You made this one?" Tammy asked, feeling the material on the sleeve. "Yeah," Sara said twisting the fabric slightly trying desperately to will her scars to migrate upwards out of view. Unfortunately the awkward silence that followed told her it wasn't successful. "Are you okay?" Tammy asked with real concern in her voice. Looking at the feeling in her eyes, Sara couldn't bring herself to tell the story she invented earlier. Feeling awkward she pressed her lips tightly together and looked away not wanting Tammy to see the budding tears in her eyes. "Yeah," she managed to say in a shaky voice. With a clearing cough she apologized. "No. Don't say sorry. It's okay you know, I wouldn't judge you for it, and I won't pry if you don't want to talk about it. When I see someone hurt I just have to jump you know? I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Looking back into Tammy's eyes, Sara knew it was true. Feeling somehow safe about it she smiled and felt herself relax. "Thank you." Feeling comfortable talking about it for the first time she continued. "I guess I do get a bit defensive about it. I've just had so many people aggressively question me as to why and all that stuff." "Can I see it again?" Tammy asked. Pulling the mini-sleeve up on her dress she watched as Tammy gently caressed the scars. In a strange way it felt great having someone caring but not judgingly touching them. The heat of Tammy's fingers passed blissfully into her scars as if imbuing them with some magical healing. When she looked up from Tammy's scars her eyes said "I can see this as the manifestation of the conflict within, and I hope that one day a resolution is found." The words by anyone else would have been meaningless, but unspoken in this way filled Sara with an indescribable blessed feeling. Only able to smile in thanks, Sara looked away shyly. The midday sun shone brightly as the ferry docked on the mainland. Sara was forced to wince against the light as she pulled the Civic off the ferry onto the dock. The two girls continued to chat idly as they made their way through the harbor city streets. Sara found herself speaking rather awkwardly over many subjects since it had been a long time since she had had a girl for a friend. Even if her romantic intentions didn't end up working out, she was glad for the friendship Tammy was showing her. Jay was great. His loyalty through thick and thin was the only thing that kept her going to school some days, but it was not the same as the friendship that comes between two girls. Randomly her thoughts brought her back to Jay, who she was supposed to call today. Mentally chastising herself, Sara vowed to call him later to gossip on the week's events. No doubt he would have some tales of his own after his week apart from her. After her little "accident" in the school hallways, he had taken great care to have only cursory contact with her. Sure he cited work excuses, but he was really just terrified of the impending slap. It was going to happen one way or the other Sara vowed. Sure she wanted to do it deep down, and yes it all worked out far beyond her best imaginings, but the fact remained that he ran off when she passed out. And for that he was going to feel it. Pulling into the small parking lot of the designer material store, Phoebe & Co., Sara chatted quickly, inundating Tammy with facts from the company's long history to the recent appearances of some of the country's 'who's who' in fashion. By the time they stepped into the store, Tammy was laughing. "The way you're looking at this store could make a girl jealous don't you know?" Sara blushed and apologized for her rampant speech. With a contented sigh she took in the thousands of rolls organized through the store. Colors of every shade and in every material imaginable called out to her with their infinite possibilities. With a supreme test of will she pulled her eyes away from the pretty colors and began to give Tammy the grand tour around the store. When the flurry was over, the two had several pieces bookmarked as possibilities for Tammy's dress, and another few that Sara just had to have. With the selection now standing all together, Sara eyed them critically. Combinations of which shades complimented each other the best and what materials would compliment Tammy the best ran eagerly through her mind. "Do you need to measure me?" Sara looked back at Tammy, startled out of her contemplations. In a moment of sheer libido driven madness, images of running her hands over a scantily clad Tammy rocked Sara to her core. Her mouth open and closed a few times in an effort to produce any noise at all. "Gah," she managed once than an "I'er," another time, before abandoning all hope and nodding. Slipping into the store's washroom Sara pulled out her tape. "Um, I just need a few quick measurements for now." Sara said weakly. "No problem," Tammy smiled. "Take what you need! Do I need to strip?" "No," Sara said, wishing quite the opposite. "Your dress isn't too thick so I can easily make the adjustments." Sara's hands were a flurry of motion as they quickly set and reset for each new measurement. Desperately she wanted to rest her hands on Tammy's body caressing her thighs as she drifted from one to the other, allowing the tape to run smoothly in a cool counterpoint to her own warm hands. Jotting the numbers into her sketchbook Sara tried not to think about how close her hands were to Tammy's ass as she measured her hips. If her hands were to slip just a little, she would be able to glide her palms across each cheek pressing lightly into the folds of her dress. She could feel an imaginary Tammy press back into her hands, tense at first than relaxing into Sara's caress. Emboldened Sara slipped her hands upwards first into imaginary Tammy's narrow waist line, then up to her full breasts. After a simple measurement below, Sara would have to take her time to place the tape directly across Tammy's nipples, pressing in gently as they pressed out. Reaching under one arm, Sara was forced to hug Tammy as she adjusted the tape for the neckline. Feeling her breasts on her back, Tammy leaned in with a sensual sigh. With the timing now perfect to make her move, Sara realized she had been staring into her notebook for the last few minutes. Thankfully the measurements were all there. Unlike her imagination, at least her hands were able to keep themselves out of trouble. Giving herself an extra moment to "look over the numbers," Sara thanked Tammy and calculated the amount of material she would need. "Okay," Sara said hiding her disappointment. "I think we're good now. I'll just go up and buy everything." "I can get the stuff for my dress." "Don't worry about that for now. If it's okay with you I'll just let you know how much the materials cost when I know how much of it I'll use.' "That's fine." When they reached the counter, Sara and the clerk chatted a little about the new fabrics that had come in and a generous amount of gossip from the industry. Hearing Tammy shifting in the background broke Sara out of her reverie. Tammy was looking at her strangely, her slight smile and continual glance made Sara blush deeply. "I'll only be one more minute," Sara said hoping to break the tension. "It's okay," She replied, her smile unwavering. "Take your time." Three hours from when they had entered Phoebe & Co., the two girls finally made their way out of the shop loaded with rolls of fabric. "What a haul," Sara laughed piling it all into the protective bags in the trunk. "I can't remember the last time I bought so much new fabric! Usually I just rip apart old stuff." "You're really in your element in there. I don't think that I've seen you so confident before." "You didn't see my hands trembling," Sara thought. Opening the passenger door she thanked Tammy awkwardly. Slipping into the driver's side Sara's dress caught on the seat fabric riding high up her leg. Panicking she hopped on her butt while inelegantly pulling the fabric back down. Sara gave a quick glance to see how devastating her blunder was, expecting to see horror in Tammy's eye as she screamed running from the car. Instead Sara found Tammy staring warmly at her bare thigh. An electric shudder ran through her whole body. "Oh, my god! Did she just stare at my legs?" Fighting back against her libido she started the car. "Anywhere you want to go? We have a few hours before our dinner reservations." Loving Tammy Ch. 02 "Ooh, you know where we should go? There's this perfect little patio coffee shop down by the shore. I haven't been there in ages." "Where's is it?" Tammy stared off at nothing in particular, nibbling lightly on the corner of her lips. "Front Street? I never drive anywhere. Sorry!" Sara took a moment to enjoy Tammy's scrunched eyebrows. "Well we'll head that way and see!" The next hour and a half was spent driving back and forth on Front Street, Main Street, and several other familiar looking roads. "Sorry," Tammy repeated over again as the finished their current street. "I know it exists! And it's so nice!" Sara laughed. "Don't worry about it. I'm having a nice time just driving around." "Me too. So where're are we going for dinner Miss Mysterious?" "More of a surprise than a mystery," Sara retorted. "Maybe but Miss Mysterious sounds better." The two continued to laugh as they made there way back into in to town. Tammy grew suddenly quiet as she peered around trying to guess where they were going. When the car finally stopped she spun around a couple of times before turning to Sara. "No," she said in a carefully controlled tone. "No what?" "No you're not taking me to Chez Petit Poulet.".A little excitement worked its way into her voice. The Chez Petit Poulet was one of the top five restaurants in the city. Promoted by politicians and celebrities alike its name became renowned for its casual upper crust atmosphere, and the best cuisine you could find without mortgaging your first born. "I do believe that is where our reservations are." "No way!" Tammy's excitement was evident as the two got out of the car. She practically hovered above the ground. "Hey, I treat my dates right!" As soon as she said it Sara regretted her words. "I shouldn't have reminded her I think this as a date," she berated herself silently. Repeating various expletives in her mind, she wondered desperately how to fix her miscue, until she felt Tammy's soft hand slip into hers. Sara's next conscious thought came when she realized the Maitre d' was talking to her. "Um we have reservations under Sara O'Donnell." With an anxious breath to see if she guessed right, or at least close enough to the Maitre d's unheard question. "Follow me Ma'am," he said snootily. "That's how you know it's a good restaurant," said Sara after they were seated in a corner booth. "You always pay extra for snooty." Tammy tried to hide her laugh behind her hand. "Have you ever been here before?" Sara asked waiting for Tammy to compose herself. "No, I've been by several times, and my parents brought some leftovers home after their anniversary dinner, but this my first time inside." Tammy looked around as she spoke. The atmosphere in the intimate restaurant was amazing. The Copper colored walls were highlighted by dark cheery moldings in the low lamplight, making the girls feel more secluded than the room should be. Tastefully hidden foam insulation buffered out the surrounding noise so they could hear each other's whisper, yet nothing else beyond except a soft classical music from above them. Stretching her legs out Sara's calf lightly grazed against Tammy's. "Sorry, I'm just a bit stiff from the car," she blurted out embarrassingly. Sara blushed deeply when Tammy just smiled in response. "So," Sara said with a light cough, "what are you going to try?" "I have to try the chicken cordon bleu. 'The teaser bite my mother left me has had me craving it. How about you?" "I think I'll go with the coq au vin, but yours sounds tasty too." "We could share." "Sure!" Sara agreed eagerly. "So are you going to university next fall?" "Yeah, I've been accepted at a few places, just have to decide if I can really be a doctor." As the two waited for their meals, they chatted about the end of their days in high school and on to prospective careers. Tammy mulled over her decision between medical and nursing school with Sara. She knew she wanted to be in a field where she could help but she confessed her lack of confidence in following her mother and becoming a doctor. Sara listened intently as she described her fears to her. Being of kind heart Tammy desperately wanted to help people, but she was terrified to be the one who may need to make a life or death decision. "Really, I think that fear is good," Sara commented when Tammy grew silent. "It means you won't make a decision without care." About to respond, Tammy was cut off by the arrival of their food as the sight and smell caught them both off guard. The presentation was immaculate, and the scent caused Sara's stomach to growl loudly. The two ate the fine food eagerly, taking only moments to enjoy the tastes before swallowing it down. "As good as you remember?" Sara asked, listening to Tammy's yummie noises. "So much better!" Tammy smiled. Taking a generous forkful she presented it to Sara. "You have to try it." Leaning forward slightly she parted her lips slightly to receive Tammy's fork. It was delicious. Tammy smiled as Sara gave the appropriate yummy noises, and then slowly withdrew her fork. "Told you it was good!" The remainder of the meal passed quickly as the two chatted excitedly about school gossip before reaching the more uncomfortable subject of Sara herself. It all started with the not so innocent - but wanting to sound that way - question of, "Can I ask you something personal?" It was one of those questions that could so often lead you into trouble. You can not refuse it because it is polite and refusal would only answer the hidden question with the worst possible assumptions. Yet the prospect of opening up to one of those questions was inevitably frightening. With a nod, Sara let Tammy continue. "How did you find out?" She asked, and then as the answer seemed to be delayed by a mouthful of fine French cuisine she stammered onward. "I mean, you know, about being um, gay and all." Sara broke out laughing, she could not help it. Partly because of her original fear of answering Tammy, who she was on a date with, and also because Tammy seemed just as embarrassed to ask. When their laughter died down Sara was just left with the fear of opening up to someone new. Something she had not done since the Christy incident. "Well," she started with a nice delaying opening to gain some confidence. "I guess I first realized I liked girls when I was fourteen. I was surfing the internet and some of those pop-ups caught my eye. Took a few weeks to get the damn virus off my dad's computer." "Did your folks find out?" "No, they still don't know. At least I don't think so. My mother still blames my father to this day since she figured my little brother was too young to download something called wetpussylicker.aft" As Tammy laughed again, Sara felt at ease. Not only was this time going over way better than the last time, it was also giving her the opportunity to get closer to Tammy. Watching her cute giggles across the table, Sara knew her feelings were growing from imaginary desires into something more real. Somehow this scared her more than coming out did. "So have you ever done anything?" "For real? No." Sara admitted. "Though ever since I've had an internet connection in my room, I've, you know, chatted and stuff." "Oh, my god! I did that once with Ted. It was so funny, I couldn't stop laughing through the whole thing. He got pissed off when he realized I really wasn't doing what I said I was." Sara smiled as she watched more than listened to Tammy regale her with more stories of her life. When the meal finished and neither wanted desert they agreed it was time to head home. One last giggle at the snooty Maitre d' and they were out the door. Tammy's arm slipped into Sara's, wrapping around her so their hands twined together once more. This time Sara was able to remain conscious of the brief time their skin was pressed together before separating once more at the car. Reluctantly, Sara drove them back down to the pier to catch the next ferry. The trip home was quiet as they both thought ahead to the coming of another week at school. Sara reflected over the day as she wondered fondly if she would ever have another date like this. A part of her wondered somewhat cynically if Tammy had considered this a real date, or just an outing with a new friend. She knew somewhere deep that even if they never hung out again, they would remember each other as friends. It was dark by the time the girls pulled up into Tammy's driveway. A few lights could still be seen in the house including a flickering blue light of someone's television in the dark on the second floor. The porch light shone brightly waiting for Tammy's return. "We'll have to get together for a fitting in a week or so. Can you swing by my place next Saturday or Sunday?" "Yeah, for sure. I can't wait to see it. Thank you so much for making it." "Don't thank me until you see it!" "I don't have to. I can tell already that it will be great." "Only because you'll be wearing it. Shame you're going into medicine, you would've made a great model." Sara kidded. Tammy just smiled back. "Goodnight," she said, then leaned in toward Sara. As their mouths pressed together Sara lost herself in the sweet taste of Tammy's lips. After eon-long moment their soft lips parted a little and Tammy pressed in ever so slightly inviting Sara's tongue into her mouth. Passions boiling behind years of imagination urged Sara on as she skillfully twisted her tongue with Tammy's. Unwillingly, Sara only broke the kiss when the oxygen deprivation began to narrow her vision. "I had a great time," Tammy said smiling at her. She never broke eye contact until she shut the car door and turned off toward her house. Sara could only watch as she disappeared with a final wave. With a deep steadying breath she restarted the car and headed home. "I'm going to burst!" she swore in her head as she sped down the road. "I think I-I can't believe she-and we-after measuring- GAH!!!" Sara's thoughts continued to stammer as she finally made it home. Rushing to get inside to find some private space she had to stop half way remembering the fabric in the trunk. Anxiously she missed the lock three times before the key slid in. Being as careful as she could be in her erratic state she gathered the material up and ran on the balls of her feet into the house. Replying quickly to her Mother's greetings, she made her way to her bedroom not even taking the time to remove her shoes. After dropping her materials onto her work table, she flung herself onto her bed kicking off her shoes in midflight. When she came to a rest on her duvet her mind found herself back in the car with Tammy sharing their first kiss. Sara's hands brushed against her thigh where Tammy's hand spent a single fleeting moment. Remembering through touch Sara relived the gentle caress and how it pressed in firmly when their kiss grew more passionate. She could feel Tammy's fingers spreading slightly and closing again, kneading her half bare thigh. "If only I had not pulled away," Sara thought to herself. "Maybe her hand would have Oh, god!" She moaned inwardly as her own hand traced its way beneath her dress, gliding up her bare thigh. She moaned for real as her other hand groped her breasts through the material of her dress. Her heart began to pound as she envisioned being in the car and it being Tammy's hand on her swelling breasts and her hand upon hers. Desperate for more, she urged the images on to match the increasing speed of her libido. Yanking down both dress and bra, Sara exposed her breasts to the cool night air. Loud moans echoed as dexterous fingers found both bare nipple and silken encased clit. The dampness below filled the air with its intoxicating scent. Abandoning her soaked panties, Sara's Tammy-fingers worked skillfully through her outer lips teasing the sensitive skin. Slick as they were, Tammy's fingers glided unrestricted along and then through Sara's swollen lips. Spinning inside they teased her tortuously before sliding back out to press hard against her clit. "Oh God!" she cried out, throwing her head back. Her leg muscles squeezed Tammy's hand hard as they clenched desperately trying to hold herself back from the brink. On normal days it would have worked, but the building pressure within her was far beyond normal as every muscle in Sara's body began to tighten out of her control. Just when Sara's ran out of muscles, they all released in unison leaving Sara to enjoy only the briefest of moments of her climatic high before fading into sleep.