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Convincing Me Pt. 01

By: bicuriwhat



There was that familiar gooey feeling in the pit of my stomach again. All it took was for her to grace me with a slight glance, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a knowing glitter in her eyes and I was a goner. She knows she has me wrapped around her little finger, but it wasn't always like that. There was a time when I thought I hated her and her, well she was adamant.

We went to school together, for fourteen years. We did not belong to the same circle; in fact I made sure I never had to interact with the likes of her during the entire time. She was the quintessential high school bitch, or so I thought. You see, I hate to admit it and when I do, she never lets me hear the end of it, but I used to overdose on teenage drama movies during my adolescent years. In my warped 17-year-old brain, High School had the crème de la crème -the jocks and cheerleaders, the too school for cool- class presidents and know-it-alls, the majority- the ones that faded in to the background and the ones at the bottom of the ladder- the so-called losers.

My darling Tamara, belonging to the first group used to stand with a distant smile as her 'boyfriend', let's call him Jock, tortured the latter groups. His football skills and bulging muscles had girls swooning all over him and made him believe it was his right to run an autonomous regime in the school. Me, I liked to spend my time in the library or in the computer lab or in the homeless shelter when I am not busy with school president activities and I wasn't one to stand by and watch people getting bullied. This meant I used to butt heads with Jock on a regular basis. Although I had convinced myself that I am asexual, even I could not, not notice the beautiful, shapely minx by his side every time we were in a fight. And by fight, I mean clawing, thrashing and biting. It did not matter that I was a girl, the teachers usually had to pull us apart and drag us to the principal's office as a worried Tamara followed us.

It was my final year, I already got scholarship to a great university and if just stayed out of trouble, soon after I turn 18 I could go away from these imbeciles and start a new life in the grown-up world where everyone brings something to the table and the smart ones are given their due respect. But being me, I couldn't let one of Jock's snide remarks at Joe go ignored and took a swing at him.

Long story short, after one of those meetings with the principal, I had gone to the ladies' room to wash the blood dripping from where Jock scratched my arm, to find Tamara staring at the mirror. I snorted. As she was jolted out of her reverie, she stared at me with a look of confusion. 

"Stare long enough, you may be able to convince everyone you are not ugly inside," I spat.

She looked hurt, "Why do you hate me so much?"

I expected her to come at me or make a snide remark or even call the Jock to settle it out with me, but this was a reaction I did not anticipate. "Huh?" I asked dumbly.

"I asked why you hate me. We have never interacted. I don't think you even know my last name. Then how are you so confident I am not worth liking?"

"I.."

"How are you any different from Jock?"

"I am nothing like that jackass. He thinks it's his right to bully everyone around. I stand up for those who get bullied."

"But you were bullying me just now."

"I guess... I was.. But I did not think.. I...umm.."

"You did not think what?"

"I thought you were going to react in the same way."

"What good would that do?"

I stared at her for a second, gauging my next question. "If you are so learned and kind-hearted, how come you never do anything to stop Jock?"

"I am a coward."

Well, I definitely was not expecting that! I suddenly felt very awkward. I had nothing to say. I just wanted to get out of there and dragged my feet towards the door.

"You didn't wash the blood off."

I turned around, "Its fine. I'll just do it from home."

"Don't be silly. What if you get an infection? Let me.." and moved to grab my arm.

I looked at her incredulously. Is she for real? Is this a beginning for some sort of Mean Girls friendship where she sabotages my life from the inside? "Oww" I bit my lip. I hated showing my weak side. I am the alpha female!

She looked up with creased eyebrows apologetically. "Sorry.. It'll stop hurting soon."

"It's fine.. It doesn't hurt"

Taking out a pink kerchief she gingerly wiped my arm dry and stared at it like she wanted to do something more. I did not know what, but I wanted her to do it. Suddenly I was uncomfortable and yanked my arm away from a surprised Tamara. 

"I should get going; got to finish off some work at the library..." I awkwardly said moving toward the door. 

"Will you help me with chemistry?" She asked out of the blue.

"What?"

"Chemistry. I know you are good at it. I just don't get organic. Will you coach me?"

"I don't know.."

"Come one, you help everyone. Why not me? Also, you can prove you are better than Jock."

"I don't have anything to prove to anyone." I flared up.

"Sorry.. I was just joking.. If you can't its fine. I'll just try my best and maybe I will pass this time round." And that is the first time her puppy dog eyes worked on me and since then, it has never not. 

"Fine.. fine.. I will help you. Just come to the library an hour before school hours tomorrow. What topics do you want to cover?"

"Give me your number. I'll message it to you." 

After she saved my number, she moved ahead and opened the door for me. I did not know what to make of the events that transpired. Are we friends now? She has my number for heaven's sake. I decided to not think too much of it.

As I was getting out, she pushed me back into the bathroom and pressed her soft lips against my pale cheek. WHAT???

Her light brown eyes stared at my black ones for a second and said " I wanted to thank you.. You know, for agreeing to help me."

"Hmm ahmm.. sure.. welcome.." 

And she walked off. I stared at her curvy body clad in the skimpy cheerleader outfit. God, was she beautiful! I checked myself. If she knows about your unholy thoughts you are going to get beat up by the Jock and for real this time. Also, you still don't know if this is all a ploy. Even if it is not, she clearly doesn't want anyone to know about your.. association! She said it herself, she is a coward.

Whatever I did, there was no way I could get her out of my head. As I wiped off ketchup from my upper lip during dinner, I remembered how her beautiful red lips felt against my face. As I felt the bed sheet rub up against the scar on my arm, I remembered how she carefully wiped it with that soft pink cloth. Looking back, it was inevitable that a pool was forming in my panties. I have had to deal with that dilemma before, but I usually chose to ignore it or poured water until the sensations died. This time I did not want to. For the first time in my life, I wanted to understand sex. 

I got up from my bed went over to the door and double-checked it was locked and grabbed my laptop. Who knew there was so much porn to choose from? I looked through the thumbnails and while my naivety made everything look interesting, I was undeniably turned on by the picture of a girl with light brown eyes and matching hair that reached up to her shoulders. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties. Couple of years older and SHE would look just like that..But, SHE was more of a natural beauty. And, HER breasts certainly did not look like they would poke my eyes like these. Why did I keep comparing? I decided not delve too deep into it and played the video with headphones on. 

The woman was playing with herself for a while before she was joined by another one, a blonde who did nothing for me. But I chose to ignore her and concentrate on the talents of the brunette. I never knew of sensations this intense. I pinched my rock-hard nipples that had never stood so proud and erect before. The woman was writhing, moaning, screaming and staring at me while she was doing it. She made me believe I was responsible for her noisy reactions and I felt proud. 

I do not remember putting my hand in my panties and I certainly don't remember urgently rubbing my clit till my fingers felt numb and wet. But I do remember limply falling down on the bed after experiencing my first orgasm and closing my eyes to the image of Tamara shyly looking at me after the kiss. 

And I remember thinking I was in big trouble.

Convincing Me Pt. 02



I was pleasantly surprised and a little ashamed as I walked into the library next morning. She was already there, bent over her backpack, enjoying a little nap before I came in. She looked very cute and I felt an overwhelming need to rub my fingers against her cheek. I was cursing my hand that was now moving on its own accord, but thankfully she jerked up and the spell was broken.

She smiled at me slowly as she stretched her arms. 

"Good morning. I'm sorry. My alarm didn't go off."

"It's fine. You're doing me a favor anyway." 

I shrugged and sat down next to her. The library at these hours was usually empty. None of the students would come in this early and the librarian unlocks and goes to have some breakfast and daily dose of gossip with the rest of the faculty.

"So, I want you to write down these trick formulas I have come up with, that will help you remember chemical names and atomic numbers. You will never forget them after that," I said.

She looked surprised. "You would share your secret formulas with me?"

"Sure... They are not secret. It's just tricks. I wouldn't mind giving them to anyone."

Something faltered in her brown eyes. "Thank you. I'm sure they will be helpful."

We went on to study for another half-an-hour before the bell rang. 

"I am so glad you agreed to this. I have learned more from you than Mrs Kapoor. You just explain so well." She told me as we gathered our stuff. 

"It was no problem." I said trying to hide my blush. "Shall I go to the class first and then you can come in a few minutes later?"

The look on her face went from confusion to realization to hurt in less than a second.

"You are embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"No... I thought you might get into trouble with Jock and you have a reputation to keep. I just assumed you'd not want to be associated with me."

"How generous!" She spat. "What I said is as true today as it was yesterday. You don't know me. So why would you assume anything like that?"

How have I not noticed how round her nose is before? It crinkles up when she's angry and turns red... bright red. 

"I'm asking you something."

"I'm sorry... what? Oh yes... Sure. We can walk to class together if you're okay with it." 

With that I started walking towards the door. I looked back and asked a Tamara standing with her mouth agape "You not coming now?"

She shook her head disbelievingly but walked toward me anyway. She started asking me something quite a few times on our way, but she didn't. I wanted to know what it was, but I didn't ask her either.

We took our customary seats miles apart from each other in class, but she was in my mind all the time. The way her eyes sparkled when she got an equation right and her distinct handwriting... is it possible to fall in love with someone's handwriting? And her smile. God, that smile, it made me want to smile.

The torturous classes that I usually enjoy made way to lunch, where I saw Jock about to knock off Mindy's lunch. I was just about to walk over give him the thrashing of his life when Tamara grabbed his face and started sucking it. I thought I would throw up, but then I noticed her winking at me. I didn't know if I was more proud or disgusted. 

The rest of the day reminded me of smokescreen lives that great writers describe in length. I knew I was upset over something, I didn't know what. Well, I knew what, but I didn't know why. She was kissing her boyfriend; what's wrong in that? Nothing! She could fuck him for all I care. The sudden image of the two of them writhing in passion made me squirm and in that moment I hated Jock more than I ever thought was humanly possible to hate someone. 

As the bell rang after the final period, I saw Tamara walking up to me and I tried to hurry up and leave before she could catch up. Who was I kidding? She was a cheerleader and in much better shape than I. 

"Hey. So could we continue with the classes now?"

"Now?... No... I have to get to the soup kitchen in couple of hours."

"That's great. That's near my house. Why don't we go to my place, rest a little, study and then go?"

"What? No... That wouldn't work... "

"Why not? You can call you parents and ask now."

"It's not that... I just... " She somehow clicked on the puppy dog eye mode and there was nothing I could really say or do after that." Okay fine... " I sighed. 

She smiled her bright smile "Good."

As we started walking ahead, Jock's loud car pulled over. "Hey babe. What are you doing with the loser?"

"You little-"

"She's not a loser, Jock. She's my friend and is helping me with some school work." She said indignantly. 

"Wow babe! Don't flare up. You want a lift?"

"Only if she gets one too. We're going to my place."

"What? Why? Do you want to commit social suicide?"

I was looking at her. I wanted to know that too.

"What are you talking about? I am just trying to get some good grades and if anyone has a problem with that they shouldn't be my friends in the first place."

"Whatever. I'm going to a party tonight. Guessing you don't want to come?" Not waiting for an answer he drove off.

Tamara stared after the car and looked like she might cry and I get extremely uncomfortable when people start crying. So before it got to all that, I tried to change the subject. "So you bought your dress for prom?"

She raised one eyebrow at me before giggling. "Oh god! How awkward must that have been for YOU to bring up prom and dresses?"

I was about to offer a comeback, but I had to admit; me talking about dresses was extremely funny. I don't have anything against dressing up, I just couldn't be bothered with it. I joined her laughter and Jock was soon forgotten.

With small talks and my own private fantasies, the walk to her house seemed very short. To call it a house would be an understatement. I mean I had heard she was rich, but this? It was a mansion and a freaking butler opened the door for us. He took her bag and said, "Ice queen is about to go out. Hurry to your room if you want to avoid her." He suddenly seemed to notice me and his whole demeanor changed. Standing up straighter, if that was even possible he said "Miss... I am sorry I did not see you earlier. Could I get your bag?"

"She's fine, G. We'll go upstairs now. I don't want to deal with HER. Cover for me." She looked at me and said, "Well, come on."

Her room was nothing like I imagined or anything I have seen before. Firstly, we took a freaking lift to the expansive navy blue room. The walls were decorated artfully with posters of eminent writers and their famous quotes. I was awestruck. I was never the arsty type and as much as I wanted to decorate my room, it always looked like a prison cell. This was beautiful. "This is amazing" I gasped. 

"Yeah. My dad is rich. I've had a privileged live." She said, sounding a little annoyed.

"No... No... this! What you have done. This is amazing. You are so talented." I moved my arms around to support my argument.

She looked sheepish. "Ohh... Thanks. So what do you want to drink?" I guess to change the subject more than anything. She was continuously proving to be a revelation.

"What do you have?"

"Let me ask Maria." She went over to a phone on the wall and dialed 2. "Hey Maria. I'm in my room with a friend. Could you get us something to drink, please? Sure." After replacing the receiver she told me "Maria is the best cook ever. She is surprising us with a mystery drink."

"That's cool. So can we get to it, then? I need to get going in another hour and a half."

"No. You don't. It's a five minute walk from here and you'll reach there on time if you leave after two hours."

"How do you know their schedule? Im surprised you know where it is, actually. Well, You have been nothing but surprises to be honest."

"I volunteer there too. I go during the weekends, but I know all the schedules."

"Oh? I am usually busy during weekends. I have-"

"Band practice. I know". She must have seen my surprised look. "Cook Steph talks about you all the time. She loves you."

There was a knock on the door and a beautiful Hispanic woman walked in with a trolley. It was filled with an assortment of snacks and a jar or suspiciously green-colored liquid. She must have seen my apprehension "Try it before you judge it," said Maria.  

"I'm sorry. I'm sure it's great." And honest to god, it was! 

"Maria, this is the best so far." Tamara exclaimed and I enthusiastically nodded, "Yah! This is great."

After Maria left, we took our books, settled on her bed and got to working. After giving Tamara work to do, I turned to my own material, but found it very hard to concentrate. With her so excruciatingly close, I could smell her citrus perfume mixed with her sweat, feel the heat from her hand that was almost touching mine and somehow all my energy was focused on not staring at her red lips that had once graced my fortunate cheek.

I guess my struggle to not stare was in vain, because abruptly I felt her turn as if on instinct and our faces were inches apart. I had lost the capacity to move or think by then and sat in stupor as she moved slightly closer and put her lips on mine. As if on instinct I jolted back and asked, "What was that?"

"I guess I wanted to see what it was like to kiss a girl."

"And...?"

"Well, you did not really let me kiss you."

I must have looked like I was contemplating, but I was just waiting for her put her lips on mine again. I moved forward so there was no mistaking my intentions. 

She placed a hand under my jaw and pulled me towards her. I felt her luscious lips move against mine; barely touching and I realized I had built up this huge expectation when it came to her; of course it wasn't going to be fulfilled. Then I felt her move closer to me and suddenly there was nothing tentative about that kiss. Her tongue probed out of her mouth and licked my bottom lip. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Do I put my tongue out?

I did not have time to answer my own doubts because she plied my lips apart with that talented tongue of hers and started exploring my mouth and I forgot how to think. I did not know... did not contemplate about the remote possibility that a kiss be so pleasuring. I was shocked to hear myself moaning and even more shocked that she was trying to devour my tongue and I really, really wanted her to. Without thinking I grabbed her face with both my hands and started kissing her back. I heard her gasp and tried to pull away but she came along with me and was suddenly on top of me. I could feel her chest pressed up against mine and suddenly I worried if she could feel the heat from between my legs. I had never been so turned on before; except for last night, which was also because of her. 

We were getting out of breath and I felt her pull away very slowly and look down at my face. She looked so lovely when her face was flushed and lit red by shyness. "I lied," she said.

"Huh?" I guess blood goes southwards for both genders when in the company of a sexy creature such as one that was pressed up on me.

"I kissed you because I wanted to see how it was to kiss you not because I wanted to kiss any girl."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I kept mum.

"Will you say something? I just practically told you I like you."

"I didn't know you were gay."

"I don't know if I am. I just know I like you. Really, really like you. I have gone farther along with Jock and it has done nothing for me when compared that one kiss. Have you felt like this before?"

"No... I... " I looked away, embarrassed.

She turned my face to look at her "Was that your first kiss?" I nodded. "Then you are a natural." She smiled brilliantly.

"You have a dimple on your left cheek... I like it."

"Well, that will do for now. At least you like a dimple on me."

"No."

"No?"

"I mean, I like more than a dimple." I smiled sheepishly and my eyes landed on the clock hanging on the opposite wall. "Oh fuck. I got to go." I got up, effectively landing her on the floor. "Oh no! I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

She started laughing. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Get going its fine."

I hurriedly packed everything and ran to the door. 

"Wait," she grabbed me, turned me around and tip-toed to give me another heartwarming kiss that didn't last as long as the first one, but had the same effect on my pussy. She held my hand in the elevator, through the hallway and didn't let go even at the door. 

"Tamara... I need my hand."

Self-consciously she let go and looked around before pecking my cheek. As I walked away, I wondered how long the wet panty was going to be uncomfortable.



Convincing Me Pt. 03



It didn't take long for the giddiness in getting to make out with Tamara to be completely ruined by my resident paranoia. Was she toying with me? It didn't seem like it. She genuinely seemed to be on good terms with her butler and Maria, that's a plus for her. She was not snobby and appeared to be pleased when I commented on her art work rather than the size of her house. And I really did enjoy spending time with her. 

Even if she really is a nice person, what does that mean about us? Is there an 'us'? She would still date Jock in the public and have a side dish of me? Jock! I had forgotten about him. If he came to know, the admittedly subconscious efforts to hide my sexuality would have been in vain. Am I ready to come out? I don't think so. I decided to let Tamara decide the course of our relationship. I wouldn't take the initiative to text or call her; that doesn't mean I won't fantasize about her. 

I was so distracted at the kitchen, everyone made fun of me and a supposed new guy in my life. It was pure torture; I wonder if anyone has guessed I am not into guys. I do dress like a tomboy, I am physically strong and I never date, but I like to be in a dress once in a while and if I say so myself, I do clean up quite well. I just hate shopping and would prefer if someone could just get me the dress, the accessories and dress me up so I can look good. The process of getting ready gives me a headache, so I'd rather be in a sweatshirt and jeans. 

Back home, my parents also seemed to notice that something was off about me, kept asking me if I am alright. My unnatural level of honesty forces me to be open about everything to my parents and for a few moments I considered telling them I made out with the girl I thought I hated till yesterday, but kept my mouth shut and went to bed early. I hope they cross it off as "I guess it's that time of the month again."

I locked the door and double-checked it before looking up whom I now thought of as "mid-twenties Tamara" again on some porn sites. There she was in all her naked glory, ready to show me how good I make her feel. I removed my pajamas and ran my hands over my round C-cups and my milky soft belly. My nipples jumped up in response to her moans, I had to pinch them, hard. I licked my fingers, rubbed my nipples with them and moaned as the cold wind caressed them. The woman was biting on her companion's nipples, making me wish Tamara was with me, biting on mine. I took an ample breast, lifted in to my mouth and bit down on the proud perky nipple. If I wasn't biting on it, I am sure I would have screamed from the sheer pleasure. 

I slipped one hand in to my panty and rubbed on the wetness that had formed there. I looked at the screen and started rubbing my clit. She was looking a me, biting her lips as another woman ate her pussy. I rubbed.. harder.. faster..urgent.. I had to come.. so badly.. I remembered the feeling of Tamara's big breasts cuddled over mine... faster..faster...faster..."Aaaaah" I cried as I came. I lied down, completely spent. 

I was drifting off to sleep, completely content and happily tired, when my phone buzzed. It was Tamara. I suddenly felt guilty, like a kid who got caught while stealing cookies. Would she know I just came thinking about her? In sudden panic, I took her call.. "Yah?"

"Hello to you too."

"I mean.. Hello."

There was that giggle I can't seem to get enough of.

"Are you alright?"

"Yah. Sure. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to continue with our classes next morning."

"Sure. Same as yesterday?"

"The time is fine, but I was hoping my home..."

"Why? The library is open."

"For some privacy."

"There is none in the library that early in the morning."

"God, you're so daft. I want to kiss you again."

I'm glad she couldn't see the stupid grin I had.

"Oh.."

"Oh? You don't want to kiss me?"

"I would like to..yes.."

"Very convincing!"

If my next words were not spoken in passion, passion has not been discovered on earth "I would love nothing more than to hold tight against me and kiss you till you are panting for breath."

In the next moments of silence, I wished I could eat my words or die. 

"I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to freak you.."

"I'm coming over."

"What?"

"I'm coming over to your place. Right now."

"But.."

"Bye"

That left me staring at my mobile for another two minutes before I could comprehend what had just happened. I started pacing about my room. She was kidding right? She couldn't possibly come here now. It is past nine. Her parents surely wouldn't approve; I know mine wouldn't. She was just saying that, like how I said.. GOOOD.. why did I have to say that? But I did mean what said. What I wouldn't give to kiss her again? I wore my Pajamas, just in case she did come. Not that I wanted her to, but if she did, I would be ready. The taste of her lips was still lingering in mine. 

I heard the sound of calling bell downstairs and someone opening the door. I peered outside my door. My parents sounded confused as Tamara animatedly explained why she was here. I got back into my room, hurriedly ran a hand through my hair, sucked in my tummy before adjusting my pajamas and ran down. She was standing by the door, looking as hot as ever. She was in a red v-neck and jean shorts. No make-up, no heels; just, plain Tamara. She was breathtakingly beautiful. 

"Hey," I said.

"Hi. I hope you don't mind I didn't call. My parents had to go out for a family emergency and didn't want me to stay home alone so I asked them to drop me off here."

My mother spoke for me, "No problem dear. You can stay in Mandy's room. Shall I fix you some dinner first?"

"No thank you Mrs Kaling, we had dinner at home."

"Okay. Then why don't you guys head over to sleep. It's late and you do have classes tomorrow."

"Sure Mrs. Kaling. Thank you for letting me stay here. Good night to both of you."

"Goodnight mom..dad."

"Goodnight," my parents said.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, Tamara crushed me against it and pulled my head down for a kiss. I was startled for a while, but responded slowly.

"After all that talk, this is how you kiss?"

"I.. I thought you got scared."

"Scared? I evaded the wrath of both our parents, lied to G and Maria just so I could spend the night with you. I have never been so turned on by words.. Well, spoken words."

I looked at her questioningly.. "Jock..?"

"No... of course not! I mean Sylvia Day.. Shoshanna Evers.. even Danielle Steel.. Some stories on literotica.. Well-articulated emotions will get you everywhere with me."

I must have looked embarrassed because she continued, "You are so brave and macho, yet so shy and timid when it comes to romance and sex, how come?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry?" She looked appalled. "Why? I am in to it. I feel like I am the only one who gets to see this side of you. I love it...Our little world." The sweetness in her eyes turned to hunger. "Now kiss me like you promised."

"I feel like I overpromised.." She didn't wait for me complete. Latching on to my neck she kissed me. The moment her tongue touched my lip all my inhibitions evaporated. I sucked on her tongue like it was the best flavored lollypop ever created by mankind. For hours or moments, I don't know any more, we stood against the door, feeding on each other's mouths. I needed to feel more of her, and I couldn't hold it off any longer so I started moving my hands against her body, up and down her curvy figure, just tracing it, memorizing it, for when I am alone again. 

At the helm of the shirt, her tanned, tight torso was exposed. I tentatively ran a finger across it and felt her shiver. I let my palm rub over it while concentrating on her reactions. She seemed to like it. I raised the shirt up to her bra and just held her, my naked arms against her naked belly. She seemed to melt into me as I held her like that and went to sucking on her lower lip. She was moaning, evidently enjoying the pleasures I was offering her; that would be a lie.. these were my pleasures. Watching her let go as I rubbed and pinched her belly and bit on her lower lip, was the greatest sexual pleasure I could hope for. She slowly pulled away and her lip popped out of my mouth with a loud pop. I refused to let go of her mid-section. 

She looked at me reverently, "That was.." she cleared her throat "unbelievable".

"Thank you." I said sheepishly.

"Come, let's lie down." 

I lied down on the bed and watched open-mouthed as I realized she was stripping. How could anyone be so perfect? Her Double Ds were covered in a pink lacey bra and under her shorts she had on matching panties. Wouldn't they be uncomfortable? I decided I didn't care as long as they looked this good. She locked her eyes to mine and walked over to where I was sleeping, pulled me up and lifted my top, as I urgently held it tighter to my body.

"I don't look that good." I offered lamely.

"I don't care. I want to see you."

"We could do it over the clothes..?"

"We are not doing anything until I see what you are hiding."

The need to do something was more overpowering than my lack of confidence, so I let her slip off my top. She gasped "You are so beautiful."

"Look at these arms, so toned, so defined" and she ran her tongue over both my arms, along the ridges and veins. 

"And this neck, just enough length and curve for me to hide my head," and proved it by putting her head there and gently nibbling on a spot just below my right ear and licking over it. I might name that spot after her. 

She ran her hands till the top of my breasts, completely ignoring them and rubbing on my stomach. She bent down and licked my bellybutton before biting on my tummy. She was moaning, "so soft.. like my personal soft toy.. mmm..." and started grabbing at it. She sounded genuine. I have never loved my body more.

She looked at me and asked me, "Do you know what I love the most?

I licked my dry lips and shook my head. 

"These," she said and grabbed both my tits, making me jump involuntarily and thrust them deeper into her palms. 

She massaged them and rubbed them and pinched them, till thought I would go crazy from want. "Please Tamara, please lick them."

"You want me to lick them? Only lick? Or bite as well?"

I was so embarrassed. I did want her to bite and chew every inch of my boobs, but how do I tell her that?

"I need you to tell me what you want." She slowed down her assault on my breasts. "Noooo" my mind screamed.

"I need to you bite me, chew me, devour me. Do whatever you want with me."

She smiled demurely and plunged into my cleavage and rubbed her head in between my ample breasts. She slapped them against her face and finally grabbed one of them before biting down on the nipple. 

I groaned, I moaned, I thrashed about. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her deeper into the abyss of my cleavage. She moved to the other nipple and relished me further. I pulled her head up and kissed it with every drop of passion I had and was met with similar enthusiasm. 

I put my pajama-clad leg between hers and felt her ground on it. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my thigh. As her urgency grew, so did the wetness and the intensity of the kiss. I tugged at her rock-hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra and she moved up and down my thigh as I tried to thrust at her pussy in her pace. She was panting now. Her hair was spread over the pillow, her eyes closed, lips dry, she looked like a wild animal; my wild animal. I was shocked at the possessiveness I felt for this sexy woman humping my leg. 

I couldn't take my eyes away from her face. I could feel she was close to coming and I could not, but rub my clit in anticipation of our orgasm. I wanted to share that moment with her; that one moment the world doesn't exist- just her, me and the ultimate pleasure we helped each other achieve. I felt her biting down on that spot I named after her and her juices overflowing from her panties. I felt my come exploding around my numb fingers at the same moment. We came for what seemed like forever. I tried to extricate myself from her vice grip to lie down a little further apart. I was not a cuddler. She let me move, but nestled close to me and put an arm and a leg around me as I settled down. 

I was starting to get a little irritated and about to tell her I couldn't sleep with someone lying so close to me, when I saw her head trapped under my underarms and her smelling me. How could I be mad after that? She was inhaling me like I was the best thing she ever smelled and snuggled closer to me before falling asleep. I smiled to myself, put an arm over my head and was instantly claimed by sleep.



Convincing Me Pt. 04



I thought it was the cold wind at first and pulled my comforter closer to my body. Well I tried to, but it was not budging and in my sleep-induced state I wasn't going to put too much effort into it. But my nipples were still feeling cold and then I felt it, a tentative lick. I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed at it before seeing a naughty Tamara looking at me innocently.

"Good morning," she crooned. 

"Oh God! You're morning person." I groaned.

"Haha. I think sleeping is a waste of time. Especially since we recently found out how pleasurable it is to spend on other activities," she straddled me as she completed the sentence.

I smiled at her sadly.

"What?"

"I promised myself I wouldn't let the cynical me do this, but I can't help it. Why me?"

"I don't know. I've tried to fight it, I'll tell you that."

I looked at her expecting her to continue.

"What do you want to hear? It was not physical... not JUST physical." She added with a naughty smile and kissed my forehead. "I love how you stand up for what you believe in... " kissed my right eye "how proud you are of yourself... " kissed my left eye "how you don't conform to anyone's idea of how you should look or behave... " kissed my nose "and I love how you are not afraid of punching boys... " She ended with a chuckle.

"No kiss?" I pouted.

She held my face in her hands and bent down to capture my lips in hers but I suddenly pushed her away. She looked positively crestfallen.

"I... haven't brushed... " I said sheepishly.

"And I have?" She asked incredulously. "You daft little woman... "

"Who are you calling little?"

She answered me by repeating her earlier actions, except this time I did not push her. I met her kiss with my own fierce one. Before I knew it, I was biting her lower lip and sucking it in my mouth, tasting her, morning breath and all. She tasted different, sure, I would have preferred the taste of her lip gloss but the sheer intimacy of this kiss was just too overpowering to dwell on those frivolous matters. 

I kissed her lower lip with both of mine before letting go and scrapping her upper lip, while my tongue went to licking the little bridge on the bottom. I heard her gasp and clutch my head harder. Not shabby for someone who just had her first kiss yesterday!

While I was reveling in my glory, Tamara took over and started exploring my mouth while slowly moving up and down my torso. I could feel the wetness forming between her legs. Without much thought, I grabbed the two beautiful globes of perfection that was her ass cheeks and massaged them over the lacy material that partially covered them and she moaned in to my mouth. Her movements became urgent and fast, but her tongue continued in its mission to take a detailed tour of my mouth. 

I couldn't help it when my hands found their way inside her panties and started grabbing and pulling at her ass. She didn't seem to mind, though, she was practically jumping up and down on body and pulled her mouth away from mine as she arched over me. She was so damn sexy. The sight of this perfect specimen in its most liberated condition had me oozing out of my pussy and more than anything else, I just wanted some friction there. Somehow I managed to control the need to rub my hands against my clit, because I didn't want to disturb her trance. 

Moreover, I could feel she was close. Her eyes were closed in concentration, she was still arched over me but grabbed my hand away from her ass and started licking my fingers as she enjoyed the sensations in her pussy; I was awestruck. I just wanted to watch her forever. Then she let go of my hand and urgently pulled out her big breasts from under the bra cups.

If I thought she was beautiful yesterday, I didn't know would see in her a goddess today. I just stared at her as she kept rubbing her pussy against me, her breasts kept bouncing as the proud nipples that were at least half an inch long dared me to suck them , her hair wild, and soft moans escaping her dry lips that she kept licking. She looked at me for a second, her eyes dilated, but also irritated with me for some reason. She aggressively grabbed both my hands and placed them on her voluptuous breasts. 

I licked my lips and reverently grazed them with the tips of my fingers and Tamara growled. If I wasn't so turned on and lost in her beauty I would have laughed. She shot me a death stare and I grabbed them violently and she groaned again; this time in pleasure. I suddenly got worried if my parents would hear her, but decided I didn't care. All that mattered was Tamara's pleasure and I pinched her nipples softly.

"Harder... " she moaned and I complied, making her jerk.

"Talk to me... " she ordered.

"About what?"

"About what you want to do."

I looked at her, feeling inadequate

"I don't know how."

She stopped moving and said in the sexiest voice I have ever heard, "I can't cum if you don't talk sexy to me." She bent down and kissed me. "Only you can make me cum."

"Only me? Not Jock?"

She scoffed "He can't even turn me on like you do." One kiss. "Only you. Please let me cum? I beg you." One more kiss.

This was getting me more wet than I thought possible so I told her, "I do want to see you cum. But I want you to get there slowly. You know why?"

She started gaining momentum again and shook her head.

"Because you look so damn sexy like this. I want to see you move over me like this for as long as I can." I pinched her nipples hard.

"Aargh... " I muffled her scream by shoving a palm in her mouth.

"Do you want to cum?"

She moved her head up and down with my hand in her mouth looking too sexy for her own good.

I pushed myself up, slid her to one of my thighs, pressed both her nipples together and bit on them, but not before saying, "Then Cum... NOW"

I felt her make one tiny movement before her juices started dripping all over my thighs and she bit on my shoulder hard. She was convulsing over me and I felt a wetness on my shoulder, I pried her weak body away from mine and sure enough, she was crying.

"Oh my God! Did I hurt you? I didn't know... I am sorry... It's my first time. Did I go overboard with the talk...?"

She just laid her head back against me and I started freaking out. I wanted to get away from her before I did anything else that would upset her, so I put her to bed and started getting up. She grabbed my hand with all the strength she had and pulled me next to her.

"I love you," She said.

Of all the things I thought that could happen at that point, including her saying she never wants to see me again, this wasn't even on the top 100. I just stared at her.

"I... " She gave me small peck on my cheek.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I know you don't love me... yet" She smiled.

I kissed her dimple and her smile brightened.

"I know something that might make you like me more though." She said looming over me and caressing my face. My already wet pussy twitched in anticipation.

"Mandy... Tamara... get up guys... Or you'll be late." My mother's voice came from outside the door.

I flew apart from her landing her on the floor... again!

"Ow! Why do you keep doing that?"

"I'm sorry. I got scared" I said in hushed tone.

"What's that noise? Guys? Are you okay?"

"Yah mom! We'll be down soon. Already awake. Just getting ready."

"Okay... " I heard her walk away.

Tamara had gotten up by now and pushed me to the bed.

"Didn't you hear? We will be late." I told her half-heartedly.

"But I need to tend to this... " She put her palm on my soaked panty, lifted it tentatively to her nose and smelled it. 

"Mmmm... " You smell wonderful and dove her head between my legs, inhaling me.

I was so embarrassed I pushed head her away.

"What are you doing?"

"Trust me... You will like it."

She looked at me for another second and I asked her, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I am. I want to taste you. I love you." 

I must have looked uncomfortable because then she asked, "Are you going to act weird every time I say I love you?"

"It's not that. I just thought you said it because you just had an orgasm... that you didn't... "

"Mean it? Well I do. I mean it with all my heart. And now I am going to show you."

I felt her hand tug at the waistband of my underwear and pull it. I shimmied to help her and felt her spread my legs apart. 

"I'm sorry... I haven't shaved in a couple of days."

She didn't seem to hear me. She lifted her head and took me in all my naked glory. She looked mesmerized and once again she succeeded in making me feel hot.

"You are so beautiful" she gasped before running her finger over the slit between my pussy lips. I shivered.

"I wish I could take my time with you, that I didn't have to hurry."

She pushed the finger deeper into the cleft of my lips and ran it up and down while I tried to grind against it. She took the finger off and I gave a desperate sigh, shocking myself. I saw her licking the finger and moaning appreciatively.

"Look at how wet you are baby" My whole body tingled from the endearment. Till she said it out loud I didn't know how badly I wanted someone to call me baby.

"And you taste soooo good." She put the finger back in and with her saliva lingering on it, the pleasure was double fold. 

"Did you get this wet from watching me?" I nodded. "Ooh that is soo damn sexy" She was rubbing my clit now and I was bucking with each brush on it. "Look at you baby... so sexy... just letting go. You never let go. I want you to let go now, okay? For me. Only I will get to see you like this. So hot." 

Her words were the incentives to my impending orgasm and I felt one build up in me. She went on, "You know how much I wanted you and for how long? I always knew you were sexy, you always were in my dreams... my wet dreams... but even in my wildest ones I couldn't conjure up an image that would do justice to your beauty. You hide your body so well... And only I get to see it."

I was never a fan of possessiveness but her words... God her words were turning me on to a point of no return. I was bucking and thrashing against her palm and as her tireless fingers vehemently rubbed that sweet spot over and over. 

"I want to see you cum baby... Cum for me? Please? I just want to see you cum on my hand and I want to lick it all while you watch. So you know how much I love you."

She was now squatting on the floor, licking at my pussy while rubbing hers furiously. My body vibrated and after that first tentative lick she started lapping up all the wetness there. It felt heavenly but it wasn't enough for me to cum and I DESPERATLY needed to. I put my palm on my clit, only to be swatted away by Tamara. She took her free hand and started rubbing my clit in rhythm with hers and spoke something similar to "I'm cumming" into my pussy and I felt myself cumming. But even in my hazed state I knew something was different. 

The orgasm itself was stronger than any one I have ever experienced and I have never felt this drained or ravished during one. But there was something else too but I couldn't put my finger on it and I was too tired. I was shivering all over, but when I found the strength to look down, I saw Tamara looking at me astound and... Drained?!

"What happened?"

"You just squirted!"

"What??! Oh my god this is so embarrassing... " I tried to hide my face with my hand, but Tamara was there plying them away.

"Look at me." I did. "Has it ever happened before?" I nodded no. 

She tried to kiss me and I moved my face. She held it and said, "That was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my entire life. And to think I was the first person to do that you, makes me prouder than I thought possible. You are so sexy and I love you. I will never stop trying to convince you that."

With that, she kissed me and how could I not kiss back after that wonderful speech?

"Guys. Breakfast is ready. You guys coming down?"

"Your mother has impeccable timing" Tamara said as we pulled apart.

"Coming mom." I shouted and to Tamara I said, "We need to hurry up. You go take a bath."

"Care to join me? Haha... Don't look so scandalized, I was only joking. One day, when there is enough time to lather you up and wash it away and devour you for hours on end, we will take a bath together." She said in her sexiest voice and left me with a new batch of wetness.

She tried to tease me till we got out of my room; coming out all dripping and wet with just a towel that barely reached all the way around, rubbing her tits against me every time we pass each other, God that vixen! We did manage to get out just in time, have breakfast and leave for school. I saw an expensive car that sat outside our home and G inside it. "Is that your... mm... G?"

"Oh yah, that's Gerard. He must have come to drop us at school."

"Do you usually come to school in the car?"

"Not always. He must have come to make sure I am not late... Hey G!"

"Hey Tammy, I came to take you to school. Thought your slumber party must have gone wild and you got up late."

"Something like that... " She winked at me and I smiled self-consciously.

"Let's go then."

Once inside, I asked Tamara in a low voice, "Mm... I know this is not the right time, but will we be behaving like... you know... whatever... in school?"

"What's whatever?" She sounded a little annoyed.

"I mean whatever this is?"

"What is it to you?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me"

"Its nice. I like it."

She seemed to get madder as I spoke.

"Nice?"

"I mean, I wanna be with you, but could we keep it on the down low for while? Till I figure out me?"

She took a deep breath. "Sure. You deserve that much. I have been dealing with my feelings for you for a while now. And I understand that you need time."

I smiled gratefully and we sat in silence for a while. "How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you been dealing with your feelings for me?"

"Since that time in middle school when Jock called me a privileged bitch and you shut him up by pulling down his shorts... I think that is how your rivalry started ... " We both laughed.

"Huh? When did that happen?"

"See? You do so much for so many people, you don't even remember the good things you do. That is why I fell in love with you." I blushed under her stare and she moved close to my ear and said, "I wish I could kiss you now." And I blushed further.

G pulled in to the school and when Tamara let go off my hand that she was holding I realized how natural a thing it was to hold your loved one's hand and how much underrated it is. I missed it already. As we got out, I saw Jock and his friends, who were also Tamara's friends standing close by. She looked me and I said, "You should go. I have a meeting with AV club regarding their funds. I'll see you during lunch break in the literature section at the library."

She nodded enthusiastically and tip-toed as she usually does before kissing me, but suddenly remembered where we were and abruptly walked away. Man, that kiss would have been nice.

As I walked away, I heard Jock say, "I see you are still with the loser."

Tamara haughtily replied, "If you are going to disrespect her, I am not going to stay here."

"Ok... fine... come here." I turned around just in time to see Jock pulling her in for a rough kiss.

I walked as fast as could before someone could see the fury in my face.



Convincing Me Pt. 05



For as long as I can remember, I have loved school. No matter how many fights I got into, how many times my results fell short of A plus, how many times I have had to make myself believe that it was not the curvy girls that got my attention, but the rugged boys, I still loved being in school; learning something new in the classes and leading the groups I was unanimously elected to lead. Now, after just barely two days "with" Tamara, I was miserable in the place I loved. 

She says she loves me and moments later makes out with the Jock for god and everyone else to see. Sure, I didn't tell her I loved her but that doesn't make it okay for her to kiss the next person she sees. Okay, her boyfriend; but I just assumed they would break up now that we were sort of together. I guess I was wrong. I am not one of those clingy girls and if she wants to be with Jock, I am too proud to beg her to be with me instead. So I am going to do the best thing I know how, be passive aggressive! If she figures out and breaks up with Jock, then good for us, otherwise I will just forget the entire episode.

Trouble is, I can't seem to get her out of my mind of a second, let alone the school year. Her dimpled-smiles, her big brown eyes and those full brown lips, I miss them already even though it has just been 2 hours, 37 minutes and 42 seconds since I last saw them. I had to meet her at the library in less than an hour and the tug of war between "I can't wait to see her" and "I can't face her" was ongoing in full strength.

I was reading the 18th Sonnet in Shakespeare's Complete Works, when my body shivered at the welcome intrusion of two lithe hands snaking around my hips.

"Shall I compare three to a summer's day?" Tamara's mouth made ripples on the back on my neck. I moved away from her embrace.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I couldn't help it. You looked so sexy, engrossed in the book. But no one saw, I swear." She said.

"It's not like we are in the entrance where everyone passes by. Its fine. Nice of you to show up this late; and where are your books? You do realize I am helping you study during my break?"

"Huh? Bell rang like 5 minutes ago. Also, you asked me to meet here to study?"

"Of course. Why else?"

She moved closer to me and held my hand in hers. "To spend time with each other."

I slid my hand from hers and said "You can spend time with your boyfriend. I have a ton of work that needs to be done before the school closes. So if you don't want to study, I don't see why we should waste each other's time for no reason."

"You don't see a good reason to spend time with me?" Water was pooling in her eyes. 

"I do. Studying together."

"Fine! If that is the only way you will sit with me, then so be it. Teach me."

"What?"

"I said teach me." She was angry now and if her eyes were sparkling, sadness had nothing to with it, she was furious. Somehow, her anger was turning me on. If she liked biting and grabbing during regular sex, I could only imagine the kinky things she would do during angry sex.

"Ok. Sit down then. Have you done the work I asked you to do from home?"

"I did, but I didn't bring the book here." She looked at me, daring me to say something.

"You can use my rough note to write in. Here."

We worked till there was ten minutes for the break to get over; we were both angry and weary of each other but too proud to break first. 

"So are you going to eat lunch together or is it a waste of time as well?"

"I have no problem in eating lunch with you. You think your boyfriend would approve?"

"What is your problem?" She asked irately.

"I have no problem. Come let's go eat." I didn't wait to see if she was following. 

We chewed our food like it was each other's heads and kept staring anywhere but the other's face. I knew I was being childish, but so was she. Why couldn't she ask what was wrong with me? If she loves me like she claims, she wouldn't just let us be without a fight. 

I was immersed in my own thoughts when I heard that arrogant voice disguised in what he hoped to be a sexy one, "Babe, just tell me what I did wrong. Nothing we cannot fix, right? We have been together for three years and now you're just throwing it away?"

That got my attention and boy, did I feel shitty.

"There is nothing to salvage, Jock. We are just too different. I'm sure you will find someone better than me."

"There is no one better than you. Look, I will even be nicer to your 'friend'", he looked at me with disgust, "if that is what this is about. I just don't want to lose you."

"Whether or not we are in a relationship, you have already lost me. I don't like you anymore. I am sorry. I wish I could make myself like you and believe me, I have tried so hard. It is impossible."

I saw Jock's expression change considerably in just a moment's time. "Nobody talks to me like that, babe. I sat through your drama for so long because I wanted to be prom king with you as the queen. I don't need this bullshit."

"Fine, then please leave."

"It's someone else isn't it? You found someone else."

Tamara looked down guiltily. 

"When I find out who it is, I will kill him. He will wish he never set eyes on you. I swear." With that he slammed a juice box on her tray, making Tamara jump in her seat. 

I was spellbound during their entire conversation. She was not with him anymore, she broke up with him. I was elated for a second before realizing what a huge jackass I had been to her. I looked at her slowly and she had her lips pursed. 

"I don't know what to say..."I said honestly.

"There is no need to say anything. You went along with whatever I initiated, you didn't want anything to do with me other than study. I got it."

"No.. no.. that is not true.." I said desperately. How do I tell her?

"It's fine. It's my fault I fell in love with you. It's not like you gave me any false promises."

"Tamara I care about you. I was just.."

"Just what?"

"Jealous"

She looked at me like I was raving mad.

"Of what?"

"I saw you kissing him in the morning."

"Jock? He kissed me. And I told him soon after that it was over. You were jealous?" I shook my head positive. "Oh god! That's a relief. Don't ever behave like that again." She smacked my hand. 

"You're relieved?"

"Yes, you were jealous. You care about me." If she smiled wider, her head would split open. 

"I do, of course I do. I thought you would see through my passive aggressive act."

"Is that what it was?" she teased.

I blushed. "So, you really forgive me?"

"Now that you ask.. May be you should work for my forgiveness." She raised an eyebrow.

"Anything. What do you want me to do?"

"You should figure it out yourself because I am already late for my class and you have a student body meeting." She flashed me the cutest dimple in the world before leaving.

"Mandy?... Mandy?"

"Hmm?"

"Where are you?"

"Sorry guys. I need to be somewhere. Whatever you decide, I am sure it will be great. Please send me a mail on the final plans."

"YOU don't want to sit in on the meeting?"

"I do. Something more important came up. I'm really sorry. Bye guys. Great discussion."

As I all but ran from the conference hall, I could sense the bewilderment in everyone's mind. I never missed a student body meeting and I didn't leave mid-session. All my school activities have always been very important to me, but today they seemed futile, Tamara occupied my heart and brain. All I wanted was for her to forgive me.

"Yes?"

"Hello Ma'm. Could you please excuse Tamara? She has been chosen art director for the school magazine and we need to discuss some matters with her." I saw her friends stare curiously at Tamara as she herself looked confused. 

"Really? Tamara?"

"Yes ma'm. She is very talented."

"If you say so Ms Kaling. I guess you are excused from the rest of my lecture today, Ms Rivera."

"Thank you."

I walked on with a smug smile as Tamara opened her mouth a few times but decided against forming a sentence. We reached the washroom and I went in, with her closely following. I locked the door behind her before casually checking all the stalls. I moved towards her as her breathing got ragged and those glorious mounds on her chest rose and fell in sync with my excruciatingly slow footsteps. 

I gently touched her jaw and she closed her eyes. I traced her face with my fingertips, going over every ridge and cut, till I was sure I knew it by-heart. I bent down to kiss her and for the first time she was passive. She was letting me show her how much I care about her. I kissed her with every drop of passion I had in me, tracing her beautiful, shapely lips with my tongue, I wish she would let me put lipstick on her lips one day; the mundane thought was somehow so erotic.

I lifted the top of her cheerleader outfit and saw that her nipples were threatening to tear the beautiful red bra. My eyes bulged out and I licked my lips. I had seen those beautiful orbs trapped in a pink bra and that turned me on, but this? Blood red was her color. She oozed sex and she was all mine. I realized there was no fighting my possessiveness when it came to her. I wanted her and I wanted her for myself. The thought scared me, but I was not going to delve into it until I absolutely had to.

I bit her nipple over the bra and she moaned. "Shhh.." I closed her mouth with one palm and she grabbed it and suckled on my fingers. I licked at the other nipple till she finally whimpered impatiently. 

I complied by biting on it with my right molar and dragging my all my teeth over it till the other molar. She hissed. I smiled content with her reaction.

I couldn't hold it off any longer. I have not seen her pussy yet and it was time. I needed to make up for being inconsiderate. I grabbed her both sides and lifted her as she instinctively wrapped her legs around me. I placed her on the wash basin counter before lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties till the ankles. 

She looked at me as if to ask if I'm sure and in answer I bent down and rose between her legs. I gave her one more kiss before squatting before her and cautiously smelling her pussy. It smelt wonderful - tangy and sweaty- encouraging me to open my eyes and admire it. The first thing I noticed was how fat they are. I loved her full lips but these were another story. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were luscious and alluring. I am not one for body hair and that she kept it cleanly shaven made it all the more tempting.

I moved in for a kiss and heard her gasp. I placed my tongue between her fat, dripping pussy lips and dragged it along the slit tentatively. She jerked. I pulled them apart with my lips and poked my tongue in and around and across, trying to lap up every drop of her pussy juice as she thrashed about.

I suddenly rose between her and grabbed her legs and placed them over my shoulder, all the while locking my sex-crazed eyes with her dilated ones. I grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples, eliciting a growl from her before bending down and kissing her pussy. I think I was already addicted to it. I positioned my tongue to drill her hole and rolled my thumb over the tiny flap in between the lips. I slightly raised my eyes to see if she was enjoying and the image I saw has been engrained into my brain and will remain so till the day I die.

He head was slammed against the mirror, causing hair to fall off from her perfect ponytail. Her top was bunched up above her full breasts, one of which was still covered in the red bra. She was animalistically pulling at the nipple on the uncovered one while rubbing the lace material on the other one for friction. Her short skirt tousled around her thick brown thighs and round ass cheeks and her pussy dripping in to my mouth. She was the definition of sex goddess. I worked on her pussy more diligently, now worshiping her more than anything. I felt her ground against my face and her legs wrap around my head. I remember thinking I'd rather finish this off soon before she smothers me to death.

I lightly scrapped my teeth on one of her pussy lips and waited to see her reaction. I suspected my kinky seductress would like it but assured when I felt her thigh urgently hit against my face. I sucked one lip into my mouth and licked its underside as my thumb continued its magic on her clit. I felt a hand on my head pushing it deeper into her pussy and as much as I wanted to breathe, I kept at it, sensing she was close. Sure enough, she came into my face with a guttural groan and I drank every drop of her come until I was absolutely sure there was none left.

When I came out of her vice grip, she was almost comatose and I wiped her pussy lovingly with some paper towels and put all her cloths back in place. She had a satisfied smile on her face all along. I pulled her back on her feet. 

"I can't leave yet." I said

"Of course not. Let me take care of you." She put hand in between my legs where my jeans were already damp. 

"No no.. There is no time. The bell will ring any minute. I will take care of it myself."

"What? No! I'm here. I can do it as fast as you can."

"No no. I am just going to wash it off." She looked at me like I was mad. I realized I get that look a lot from her. "Please don't argue with me. Also, this was about making it up to you. I want you to know you mean a lot to me. I missed the student body meeting for the first time to spend time with you."

"Well, I wish you enjoyed it too."

"I did. I mean seeing you come? That was the best...Next time I'll talk dirty to you as well." I added sheepishly.

"I love you" She said and gave me one of the sweetest kisses we have ever shard.

"Let me go get cleaned up," I said as we pulled apart.

"Leave the door open."

"What? No!"

"Why not?" She pouted

"Because..."

"There is no reason to not leave it open. Come on, please."

"Fine, you pervert! You are so weird!"

"That I am."

I lowered my jeans and panties and washed my pussy with the hand shower. I was quite embarrassed about the audience but when I looked at her she was staring at me like she would jump at me any moment and was unconsciously rubbing her skirt into her pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off her. But I had to be the grown up here or we would never make it before people start knocking at the door.

"This is the reason I should not have left the door open." I pointed at her hand. 

"I can't help it. You are just so damn sexy."

"I am starting to think you are a sex addict." I said before pulling my jeans up.

"Only for you baby," and shamelessly kept grinding her hand against her pelvis.

I didn't say anything but what she said made me inexplicably happy. 

We kissed again before she left the bathroom first and I followed couple of minutes later.

I had a grin plastered on my face for the rest of the day and it took everything in my being to not skip as I went to the parking lot to meet Tamara. 

She was talking to a couple of her friends and I stayed a couple feet behind, waiting for their conversation to be over. I heard one of the cheerleaders ask Tamara, "So why did you really break up with Jock? There is no way you found someone hotter than him."

"I don't know about hotter. It's like apples and oranges. "

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this person I am seeing is totally opposite Jock."

"Meaning, not hot? 'Cos he is yum-mmy!"

"No! Ma.. I mean.. this person is very attractive and sexy." I was gloating. "And has the kindest heart and I love he..I mean.. I think I am in love."

"Love? In the middle of the final year? It's all going to be over in another couple of months."

"I wouldn't let it. I cannot. I have never felt like this before. This is forever for me."

"You've got it bad, Tammy. Why don't you introduce us to this mystery lover and we'll say if he's worth your time."

"No. My lover is not ready to date in public."

"What? Who wouldn't want to be seen with you? Sounds like a loser. You are better off without him, Tammy. If you don't want Jock, fine. We will find you a hotter guy, but don't fret over someone who doesn't even want to see you in public."

"I don't want a new guy. I am happy where I am. This person needs a little time and we will come out as a couple when both of us are ready." I felt terrible, like drowning. Her friends were right, she didn't deserve my attitude. But I wasn't sure yet. What happens when we go to college? I fall in love with her and we try long distance, which is something she is apparently open to, and it doesn't work out? My heart gets broken and then what?

"Mandy.. Mandy?"

"Huh?"

"How long have you been waiting there? Why didn't you come over?"

"Oh you were busy talking."

"Guys, you all know Mandy, she has been tutoring me. Mandy, these are my friends, Britney, Leah and Meera."

We all smiled politely and said "hi"s , because we have not crossed paths in an official capacity and when we could, we avoided each other. But they seemed nice enough. If they were Tamara's friends I could try to like them.

"Ready to go? Leah is giving us a lift to my place."

"Oh. Cool."

We reached her home fast enough and I silently thanked all gods when Leah declined the invitation to come in, because in spite of the guilt trip, I just really wanted to ravish Tamara.

After the usual drill with G, we pressed for the lift and when it opened, a young, blond woman clad in everything designer stepped out.

"Tammy, baby, I haven't seen you since last week. Are you avoiding me?"

"I was busy," Tamara answered curtly.

She looked taken aback. "Who is your.. friend?"

"This is Mandy, she is tutoring me. Mandy, this is Sheila, my father's third wife."

"Oh.. Hi," Well, this was awkward.

"Tammy I am going shopping, do you want anything?"

"Our tastes are poles apart Sheila. But, thanks for the offer.

Sheila left after giving us both air kisses and we went to Tamara's room. 

"So, is she the ice queen?"

"Yah! She is actually better than the last one. I learned step-mom etiquettes from that one."

"Is your dad not around?"

"I haven't seen him since February. He comes in when he misses Sheila, fucks her loud enough for everyone in this huge house to hear, goes back to his offices and his many whores."

"Does Sheila know?"

"About the whores? Sure. She was one of them, but luckily for her, she got caught by the last one, Catherine, and my dad had to marry her to show he wasn't sleeping around with every woman he sees, that he was in "love". Saved some bucks on alimony."

"Well, that explains your sex drive then." I tried to lighten the mood.

"No. My sex drive is all thanks to your body."

"What? This little thing?" I asked framing my body with my hands.

"There is nothing little about that body. You are woman," she growled woman "and I have been controlling my urge to devour you since our tryst in the bathroom. Now give it to me."

She tore at my shirt and I helplessly watched as a few buttons flew away. She pulled down the cups of my cotton bra roughly and stuffed one breast unceremoniously into her mouth. She vacuumed the air in her mouth until only the nipple was in her mouth and let go. She harshly bit on the nipple and I gasped in pain. "Tamara, not so hard please," I said.

She kissed the hurt nipple tenderly before moving to the other breast and repeating the vacuum trick which I loved. She then softly ground her teeth around my small nub and I moaned appreciatively. She led me to the bed and pushed me on it, but held a hand behind my head to break the fall. Before I knew it she was grabbing at my tummy. I could not see why, but she genuinely seemed to love my soft stomach and the love handles it sported. She rolled her face around on it and gently bit it before licking my shallow belly button. I apparently loved it when my belly button was played with. She dipped her tongue in and licked around it until I was writhing in pleasure. 




Convincing Me Pt. 05



She licked a trail to the button on my jeans and looked at me with her dark eyes as she opened it and slid it down. She threw it across the room and bit on the elastic of my red cotton underwear before tugging it down. She looked so damn sexy.

"You shaved," she noticed. I nodded.

"You didn't have to, on my expense."

"I wanted to.. do it.. I wanted it to look nice, for you."

"No, I mean.. I don't mind a little fuzz."

"Oh!"

"I really appreciate the gesture. But when it grows out, I will shave it for you.. According to my taste."

I nodded, aroused by her desire to shave my pussy.

"How come yours is shaved? If you like hair?"

"I just had a feeling you don't like it." She winked and went down on me.

All I could do was moan, as her talented tongue worked my pussy to near orgasm. But I wanted to feel her too. I wanted to taste and make her come. I pulled her confused face away, "Was it not good?"

"It was the best. But I need to taste you too."

Her eyes grew darker, "Are you saying you want to taste me so bad you are ready to keep your orgasm on stand-by?"

"That is exactly what I am saying."

She growled "May be we won't have to choose one over the other," and without further explanation got up and did a little strip tease for me, as I slowly rubbed my pussy. When her glorious tits came in to view, I jumped up and pulled them apart before planting my face in the middle, as she crushed them around me. When I could breathe no more, I came out and lifted them up and licked on the undersides, making Tamara bite her lips and grab my ass. When I was half satisfied playing with her boobs, I pulled her along with me and fell back on the bed. 

Both our big breasts prevented us from being as close as we wanted to be, but that didn't stop us from trying; crushing our breasts together, rubbing our nipples together as we kissed, this was heaven. I wished we had some oil, but I saved that thought for another day. She looked at me once before getting up and turning around over me. 

Her pussy was directly over my face, my nose could smell the insides of her and she had similar access to my body, but from the top. My wait was finally rewarded and I dove right into it. I pried her plump lips apart and rubbed my tongue up and down. I suddenly felt similar intrusion into my pussy and moaned into her pussy, making her whole body vibrate. I felt her move away from my face and I tried to grab her back into place, but she moved a little further away and I had to bend my neck to reach my prized possession.

Suddenly I felt a strange sensation, something was being pressed against my pelvis and it felt wonderful. I suddenly realized it was one of Tamara's huge breasts and the recognition made it hotter. I started grinding against it madly, as she pushed the nipple inside my folds and the breast itself kept hitting my clit. If there was ecstasy, this was it. I forgot the world, forgot my life, forgot myself; all that existed was Tamara and if I had any sense of comprehension, I would have realized I could never live without her. It was not just her body -that deserved ballads to be written about- but her; the woman knew what I wanted before I knew it, she was tough in spite of fitting the girly stereotype and she showed me patience and gave me love I didn't deserve. Unfortunately, such profound appreciations that help form life-affirming decisions are not welcome during moments of unfathomable pleasure and so they were not heeded to and I went on pumping myself against Tamara's globe of perfection with a cherry - a big, hard one- on top.

I came around her breast with a loud moan that I silenced my biting on her thigh and laid my head down for a second. When I opened my eyes again, she was greedily licking her breast clean. I grabbed her body and pulled it back on my face and lifted her up with her shoulders so she was sitting on my face. I licked and kissed and bit and scrapped her pussy until I thought she would fossilize my face into the mattress. 

There was a soft knock on the door which Tamara didn't seem to hear, so I spoke into her pussy, "Someone's knocking" and she squirmed in pleasure. 

"Yes?" She asked

"It's Maria. I brought you girls something to eat."

"Mmmariaa.. aah.. We are verrrrrry buuuusy right nowwww.. Mmmmm.. I'll cummm and get it later. Thaaanks...aaarg"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes.. yes..yes."

"One yes would have been enough..hahah.. Okay then I will leave it in the kitchen."

"Okaaaaaay.."

"You have such concentration.. May be you should use it while studying."

She grabbed my tits hard, "Don't talk abouuuut school...mm... when you're ea...eaaa,..ting my pussy. Talk dirrrrrrty ."

"Mmm.. you taste so good. I don't want to distract myself from that by talking. I don't think anything in this world tastes as delicious as your.. vagina" She hit my breasts, "pussy.. your pussy."

"It is the best in the world. How could it not be, it is yours."

"I said... taaalk dirrrrrty; Aaargh.. you don't have to flaaaaaatter me."

"But it is the best pussy. I wish I could eat you whenever I wanted. I want to eat your pussy every day for the rest of my life." I stopped abruptly. I had said too much. I gave her expectations and what's more, I meant what I said. I shut up and went back to eating her pussy and felt her rubbing her clit as she ground on my face. Not a second later, her juices poured all over my mouth and my untimely declaration was forgotten as I went on to lap up all she had to offer. When I was sure she was clean I let go off her thighs and she fell down next to me.

I held her as she slept and wondered what this sexy woman was doing to me. I decided to let the relation play out till graduation and when it ends with time and distance, I might not be as distraught as I fear and she might not blame me for not being convinced about high school relations lasting; especially ours, a lesbian one with both parties from as different social groups as possible. It seemed great in theory, but why did my heart hurt at the thought of living miles away from her? I pulled her in tighter and waited for sleep to claim me.



Convincing Me Pt. 06



We sprang apart to the loud banging on the door and stared at each other, panting.

"Tammy! Tammy! Open up!" Maria's voice came from the other side.

"One sec," she screamed back while slowly getting up and looking for her clothes that were lying abandoned on the floor. How long were we asleep? Then I saw her; really saw her! Her hair was disheveled and her eyes half-closed... dragging herself around looking for clothes. God! How did I land her? She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

"You need to start getting dressed too, you know!" Tamara told me with a knowing smirk. 

I got up lazily and grabbed my shirt from the floor, having completely forgotten how she snapped off some of the buttons during our tryst in the evening. "Oh no!! You ruined the shirt... What do I wear now?"

"Well, you could wear one of mine..."

"They would never fit me. Not to mention, they are more revealing that I am accustomed to!"

"Does it matter? Its already 8, just stay over and you don't have to wear anything for the night," she said while wiggling her eyebrows obscenely. 

I couldn't help but smile and then it hit me. "Its 8? I am so dead!"

"TAMARA! I will break this door down if you don't open it this instant." The knock got louder.

"I'M COMING!!"

I quickly jumped into the bathroom with my phone and was not surprised to see 5 missed calls from my parents. "I am so fucked... And not in a nice way," I thought to myself and smiled at how much I was already thinking like Tamara.

My mom picked up at the first ring. "Oh thank god you are okay! Where have you been? Are you alright? Say something!"

"Mom... mom... Calm down! I texted you I am going over to tutor Tamara. We dozed off for a while. I was wondering if it's okay for me to stay here tonight?"

"Stay over? But you never stay over. Would you be comfortable there? Should I talk to her parents? May be I could come and talk to her parents."

"Mom... seriously... you need to breathe. I will be fine. Tamara's parents aren't very. ...urm...around. But there are many adults including maids and a chauffeur."

"Ooh isn't that something? I hope you don't get used to all the pampering there."

"Trust me, there is no pampering I want than the ones you shower on me."

"No! I will not allow it!" Maria was screaming from the other side.

"You will not allow it?" Came Tamara's reply.

"Mom... I gotta go,okay. I will call you tomorrow. Love you."

"How could you behave like this?" Maria was crying now.

"Behave like this? Do you hear yourself Maria?" Tamara sounded incredulous.

"Fine. But, you can't spring the news of staying over at a friend's place in the last minute like this, okay?"

"Yes, mother. I am sorry."

"Okay sweetie. Enjoy! I love you."

"Love you."

"Call me if there's anything...okay? Dad and I will come over..."

"I can't believe I raised you to be like this..." Maria said in between sniffles. 

"Mom... Seriously, I gotta go. I'll be fine. Say goodnight to dad for me. Love you."

I gingerly opened the door and stepped out in my not-so-appropriate shirt.

"YOU..." Maria moved menacingly towards me and was about to shower me abuses when Tamara jumped between us. 

"Maria. You need to chill. Why are you so mad?"

"Why am I mad? This is wrong."

"What, studying together?" asked Tamara indignantly.

Maria scoffed. "You picture me for a fool? I know as well as you do what is going on here."

"What is going on?" pushed Tamara.

"You both are... You... You corrupted my baby..." Maria stared accusingly at me.

I cringed. "She did no such thing!"

"You were not like this. You have a boyfriend. What are you doing with her?"

"I do not have a boyfriend. I broke up with him."

"WHY?" 

"Because I am in love with Mandy." Tamara screamed. Maria stared. I was stupefied!

Declaring your love for someone in the privacy of four walls is much different from announcing it to another person. My initial reaction was inexplicable happiness which gave way to the guilt of not having the courage to say it back and finally, panic.

The room was eerily quiet. 

"Love? What do you know about love? Love is what I showered on you when you were left to be raised alone."

"Maria, I know that! I do, I swear... But I love Mandy. I can't be without her."

"And, what about her? She hasn't spoken one word!"

"I... I..." Words escaped me.

Maria half-chuckled. "Well, isn't that something? Another person to abuse your love that you wholeheartedly give away."

"Its not like that... I do..."

"You do what? Are you ready to come out and say that you are with Tamara? Are you willing to be there for her all the time? Are you ready to be the shoulder she can lean on? What am I asking? You are going to be the reason she need a shoulder to cry on."

"Maria..."

"Yes..." I said slowly but sternly. Four eyes were expectantly staring at me to continue. "I will be there for her, as long as she will have me. I don't know about our future. I am not making any false promises. But I know I care about her and as long as I am around I will be by her side."

"But how long ARE you going to be there?"

I was silenced again. As always, Tamara saved me.

"Wait a second. I thought your problem was with me being gay, not Tamara." Maria flinched at the three-letter g-word.

"Of course I am not excited about you being gay! But if that's who you are I will learn to accept it... in time. But I want you to be happy, baby. I have seen you be ignored and used alternately by too many people to sit by and watch again."

My heart was breaking into a million pieces. Here is this girl who had everything in the world, except love. And love is all she craved for and for some reason I cannot fathom, she wants it from me. And although my heart is filled with nothing but love for her, I cannot garner the courage to declare it to her. 

"I know you worry about me. I love you like you were my mother. But this is not your choice, Maria. I love Mandy. I cannot be apart from her and I won't be, if I have a say in it" She looked at me.

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Just let me love you for now."

"I do not deserve you."

"Of course not!" Maria was unhesitant to add "But if you want to go ahead and break her heart and be one among the many to do it to her, I apparently have no right to stop you. I am, after all just the maid."

"Maria... please..."

"No baby. You're right. I have no business here. I have to go to the kitchen and check on dinner. I take it she is staying over?"

"Yes..." I managed to mutter.

"Fine." And she walked out, sobbing slightly. 

I looked at Tamara who was now sobbing and held her. 

"I am sorry..." I mumbled.

"No...no... you have nothing to be sorry for. You were clear about your stand from the beginning. You never led me astray... That was my own doing..." She smiled naughtily.

"You truly are remarkable and I can't get enough of you." I said as I kissed her tears away.

"So I gathered... Since you are staying over and all..." the resident mischief was back in her eyes.

"That is not what I meant..." I blushed and she started kissing my neck. "Well, not just that." I exposed my neck further to her as I felt the rumble of her laughter against it. 

The pang of guilt and my inadequacy in giving Tamara the one thing she truly wished for was forgotten when she started sucking on her spot. I always assumed hickies were a guy thing. But Tamara, as she explained to me later finds extreme pleasure in knowing that she has me marked. May be it was the vampires and werewolves influencing our generation. Whatever be it, I thoroughly enjoyed it too. 

She had no problem taking off the shirt this time, but to be honest I had found the ripping of my shirt extremely hot. It was a reminder of what a firecracker she was and how she couldn't wait to get all buttons open before ravishing me. She wanted me then and there. This thought brought out an animal in me I didn't know existed.

I grabbed Tamara by the hips and lifted her with all the strength I could muster. Our chemistry was evident when she hoisted herself on me. I clumsily walked towards her desk and swiped everything off it before placing her on it. 

I looked at her with a hunger that Tamara had never seen in me before. She licked her lips and silently beckoned me with her sensual eyes. I wasted not another second before bending down and biting her ear. She moaned. I licked the lobe and gently ground my teeth on it before letting go. 

I moved on to her neck and scrapped my teeth from her jaw to her collar bone. I could feel the wetness forming between her thighs as she tried to pull in my leg for friction. I looked at her sternly and said "unnhn..." and shook my head no.

She bit her lower lip and moaned..."mmh" I released her lower lip using my mouth and sucked on it while my hands opened her blouse and started fine tuning her nipples. She was moaning uncontrollably and trying to grind against me. I moved the lower half of my body away from her while continuing the torture on her upper half. She grunted like an animal in suffering. 

"Dinner's here," Came a female voice from outside. 

Since Tamara was too lost to reply I asked for it to be left outside. I was more confident in my new Avatar and the fact that the voice didn't belong to Maria helped a lot.

I went back to the object of my desires and continued ravishing her breasts.

"You have been so good to me, Tamara." Kiss "I feel like the king of the world knowing I can bring you pleasure and make you come." Bite "And make you come, I will. You are going to be writhing with pleasure by the time I am done with you today." Chew. "I am going to thoroughly fuck you and make you come until you pass out from the sheer pleasure of it."

I could see Tamara was losing it. My little Shakespeare had a thing for words and especially dirty words at that! She slightly opened her eyes that were so far shut in concentration and said, "Open the third drawer in my cupboard."

I looked at her a little annoyed. Here I was donning a whole new persona and she is killing the mood. I went over anyway and was more than happy that I did. I found a red vibrator in there! Of course she has a vibrator. My woman is insatiable! I smirked. I am going to have so much fun... Now if I knew how to use it!

Tamara curled a finger and called me towards her and I walked over entranced by her beauty. She took the vibrator from me and turned it on before licking her lips and handing it over to me. I needed no further invitation. 

I pulled her skirt down in one swift pull and spread her legs apart. Bending down I took her sweet smell in and licked between her fat pussy lips. It was as intoxicating as the first time. I kissed her lips with every ounce of love I couldn't muster in words and hoped she understood how much I cared about her.

She was gasping at every lap I made at her pussy and I had no intention of stopping until I noticed the vibrator in my hand begging to be pushed against Tamara's clit. Tamara is always so responsive during sex - verbally and physically; but this, I was unprepared for. She was writhing and moaning like never before. The red vibrator made slippery with the juices overflowing from Tamara's pussy is the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Before I knew it, she was grabbing on the edges of her desk as if her life depended on it and coming with a passion unheard of. 

I couldn't stop myself from pushing the vibrator into her pussy. She was rubbing at her clit furiously, so I slapped her hand away and started eating it. She pulled at her hair and tried to keep her voice down as she came again for a fourth time that day. True to my word, I made her pass out from the sheer pleasure of coming... over and over and over again. I was pretty pleased with my sexual prowess as I carried her to her bed lovingly.

I wanted to use the vibrator on myself but settled for my finger as I wanted Tamara to use it on me for the first time. 

I tentatively stepped outside and grabbed the dinner. A girl's gotta eat, especially one that had such a sexually active day. I had my share and left some on the floor next to Tamara's side, in case she woke up hungry. 

I laid back and thought about the events of the day and realized I cannot live without Tamara either. I will do right by her and at least come out to my parents. I did want her to know I was all in. I wanted her. College was far away. We'll figure it out when we figure it out.

I laid a hand across her addictive body and fell asleep to the feeling of her snuggling into me.



Convincing Me Pt. 07



"You have got to be kidding me."

"What?" Tamara tried to hide her smirk.

"I can't wear this in public.. Don't you have anything a little more.."

"Baggy?"

"Well.. yes!"

"No. You're wearing this, and that's final."

I looked at the dark blue tank top in my hand and gave her an exasperated sigh before walking into the bathroom naked. I yelped as she pinched my ass as I passed by her. I turned around in reflex and started tickling her. 

Soon she was struggling for breath and I couldn't help but bend down and lick her curvy throat. Soon her giggles turned into moans. "I am walking on a dangerous road here," I thought. If I can't keep my hands away from her for more than a few minutes at a stretch, what am I going to do in school?"

She was trying to smother my face into her exposed neck and I was trying to shift my base to her perfect nipples that were threatening to pierce in to my chest. I felt her pinch my nipples up and rub them against her own. I moaned against her neck and closed my eyes as I got completely immersed in the sensations.

"Mmm.. Baby.." I heard Tamara's voice from afar.

"Mandy.. Baby.. We need to stop or we're going to be late."

That got my attention. 

"What are you doing to me?" I asked her earnestly. "You're like a drug. I can't get enough of you. The first time we did it I thought it's the novelty of the sensations, but Tamara, I don't think I will ever see the day when I don't want you." 

She was blushing and tearing up in equal amounts. "I have wanted you for so long, I don't remember how it was before. Now that I have you, I can't let you go. I have to tell you something, but you can't get mad."

Now, I was curious. "What is it?"

"Please, you can't get mad.." she started panicking and the clock struck 7.

"Tamara! Now's not the time for such childishness. Tell me what it is before I start hyperventilating and we actually miss school."

"I peeped into your file in counselor's office to see which school you got into and applied to same place. I got my letter of acceptance couple of days back.. Are you mad?"

I looked at her incredulously before grabbing her head and kissing all over it violently.

"Of course, I am not mad! I can't believe you would do all this for me. I feel unworthy of you. You're bending over backwards to be accommodative of me, and I do nothing." I paused for a second and studied her blissfully happy place before pressing our foreheads together. "I am going to come out to my parents," I whispered.

She abruptly pulled away from me. "You will do no such thing." My face must have shown the confusion I felt. "I don't want you to do something you're not ready for and then regret it." She started pacing around. "And then you will resent me for it and I will lose you, and I can't lose you. Do you get me?" She shook my shoulders.

"You won't lose me. And I didn't just make this decision; I made it when you were sleeping.. Or rather passed out!" I said with a smirk.

"Because of what Maria said!" She said indignantly. "This has to be your choice, Man.. Not forced up on."

"It is not.. I swear. I am not saying I want to come out to the whole school. I have always been close with my parents and they are pretty liberal. I don't know how they will react to their only daughter being gay, but they are vocal democrats. Let's see if they are hypocrites." I cringed at the last word.

"For what it's worth, I think they will be okay with it. You parents seemed very nice."

"From the five minutes you spent with them..? Oh my god..the time! You definitely are the best distraction..Or should I say worst?"

She pouted. "Fine! Don't spend any more time with me then!"

"I'd love to play your games and placate you." I kissed her right eye. "But I have a million meetings." Kissed her left eye. "Plus, I need a valid excuse as to why I ran away from one yesterday!" I kissed her loudly on the mouth, leaving her breathless, eyes closed with arms crossed over her chest. She leaned forward as if she would fall down, when I left for the washroom finally.

I don't know how we managed it, but we were almost ready on time with barely five minutes to spare for breakfast. Maria was nowhere to be seen, but another maid was around and she kept giving me the stink eye.

My mom was right to warn me about getting attached to the luxuries Tamara was accustomed to, second ride to the school in a car and I was already dreading walking to school from tomorrow. The ride was pleasant and quiet, with me planning out the rest of my day and T enjoying the road.

As I was about to get off, she looked around to see if anyone was watching and gave me chaste kiss that tasted of her chocolate chap stick and broke out a million-watt smile on my face. I was truly happy, even though the thought of coming out to my parents was on the back of my head.

The whole day was hectic with classes, finalizing decisions for the inter-school Quiz, sitting through prom committee meeting and feeding some bullshit about feeling drowsy after taking some medication to the group I left half-way through yesterday. The day in fact was so full I forgot to think about Tamara, until I was talking to the magazine's editorial team. I wasn't kidding when I told her teacher that Tamara was talented. I really did think T was artistic and wanted to suggest her name as the new art director. How do I do it without raising any suspicion? It would be a great opportunity for her to shine, plus when we went to the U this experience could really help her out. I smiled at the thought of going to school with her. 

"Guys, I think Tamara Rivera would make an excellent art director."

Five pairs of eyes, all behind variously framed glasses stared at me, stopping their arguments about the next big story mid-sentence.

"Who?"

"Tamara.. the cheerleader."

"The hell, she would. She doesn't care about the magazine.. or anything other than cheer leading for that matter. Can she even read?"

I felt my blood boil. "Do you even know her? Why would you make such an assumption? She is very much artistically inclined and although I haven't talked to her about it, I am sure she'd be happy to join the team. You should at least give her a chance. Let her show you her work."

"And how do you know so much about her all of a sudden? You are hanging out with the 'cool kids' now?"

"I have been.. tutoring her.. I have gotten to know her really well and I think we are as bad they are. We just assume everyone who hangs out in that crowd is dumb and not worth listening to, but they're not. We should give them an opportunity to show us who they really are."

"What an eye-opening pep talk! I can't listen to this crap anymore. Fine, we will her 'equal opportunity'. But she will have to prove her worth, we can't take your word for it. First, ask her if she is even interested."

"Equal opportunity is all I ask."

"What is with the makeover?" my friend Kelly, who is anti-establishment, anti-cool, basically anti about anything she can be, asked me as I was leaving the room.

"What?"

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Oh.. I spilled something on my shirt in the morning and Tamara had a spare top.. Is it too.. you know?"

"Matt's eyes were bulging out during the entire session. Why would you wear something like this?"

"I told you...I didn't have a choice!"

"To think you would rather wear her top than your own dirty one.. I mean she is a cheerleader!" She said it like it in a dramatically hushed tone, like an insult!

"If you got your head out of your ass you'll see she's as amazing person. The fact that it was generous of her to offer it in the first place completely escaped your thick skull didn't it? I don't care what shit we used to talk about them, but she is my friend now and I expect you not to speak badly about her at least in front of me."

"Geez! Calm down, will ya! She must really be something if you've taken a 360 degree turn on how you see her. Anyhoo I need to go. Ill see ya late.. You look hot, by the way. I didn't know were packing all that.." She moved her arms around my breasts.

I rolled my eyes at her and blushed. 

As I was starting to walk down the hallway I felt something get pressed into my palm and noticed a paper slipped into my grip. When I looked up, I was greeted to the sight of T's taut ass cat walking away from me.

The note simply read, "3rd floor washroom. 2.40." 

It was already half past two and I was yet to have my lunch, but I quickly ran to the bathroom because as I mentioned before I was addicted to her by this point and realized I couldn't deny her anything. As scary as the thought was, I was also very excited about sharing the art director news with her, I only hoped she wouldn't be mad I volunteered her.

"mmmphhh" She smashed her lips into mine as soon as I closed the door, and when she does that all rationale gets thrown out the window. My hands, I swear unbeknownst to me, lifted up her skimpy little skirt and started massaging her round ass cheeks and she ground her breasts against mine.

After what felt like hours, we had to catch a breath. With our foreheads and nose still attached, we took ragged breaths to cool down.

"Well.. that was amazing!" I said.

"When is it not?"

I smiled.. She pecked at my lips and stared into my eyes. "Every time I look at you, I think I can't love I more and then I see you the next time to get proven wrong."

I am uncomfortable with compliments in general and when someone like Tamara, someone I love, says something so poetic, I can't help but blush and get a little teared up.

"I keep saying this, but I don't deserve.."

"Then don't say that again!" She said sternly

"Okay.." I said sheepishly. My eyes lit up in memory of the news I wanted to tell her. "Ooh I have something to say.. but please don't be mad at me."

She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "That's my line."

"Well, this time, it's mine. Okay, so you remember yesterday, how I told Mrs Benson that you were the art director for the magazine to get you out of class?"

"That part's a little hazy.. but the time after that..mmm.. that I remember all too well.." She licked my lips and I started parting them for her.

"Mmm.. stop it.. stop distracting me.."

She pouted. "That's not going to work all the time, you know. Anyway, so.. the thing is I really do think you would be great as an art director.. You've got the talent and it would sit well in your resume, not to mention this opportunity would give you a better chance to pursue art classes while we're at the U....What?"

"You said when we are at the U" She smiled impishly.

"You made sure of that din't you? Why are you being sheepish now?" I rolled my eyes, but I was so touched that such small gestures and thoughts made her happy. "Anyway, I volunteered your name at the editorial meet. I hope you're not mad, if you're not interested or if you don't have time after cheer-leading, I totally understand, I just thought maybe you would like the opportunity.. you know? And we could work together, even if not very often.. And I would love for everyone to see how talented you are.. But like I said, if you don't want to, its fine." I was breathless at this point of my rant. 

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"I'll do it, you idiot. I can't believe you would put your reputation in line for me, though. They would just take me in like that? I mean, I am not exactly active in those circles. How do they know I won't screw up?"

"Well, you have to show them some of your work first or do a sample for the next edition, or something like that. But.. wait, you're not mad? It won't cut into your cheer leading time?"

"I do cheer leading for fun, anyway. I'll figure something out. You had me at 'we're at the U'"

"Oh god, you're so cheesy!" But I was smiling so bright, my face almost split into two.

"You think they will like my work, though?"

I gave her the "are you crazy" look that she usually reserves for me. "Of course, who wouldn't? I love it, and I'm usually a very harsh judge." 

"You also are constantly bribed, you just don't realize it," She said before nibbling my neck.

"Oh, I'm well aware of it," I said before grabbing her and placing her on the wash basin counter.

I wanted to rip her top apart like she did my shirt, but I saved that for another day and pulled out her right breast from the barely-containing bra and started kissing around her areola. I looked up at her, she was staring at me with more love than I could have possibly hoped to receive in my entire lifetime and was caressing my head. As I started licking and blowing her nipples, her eyes fluttered close and lower lip escaped behind her teeth. 

The caresses were now becoming more rough and gasps were turning into moans. "Please.. Baby... Bite it..Bite my nipple, please." Like I said, I can't deny her anything. Soon her head was rolled back, supported by the wall and I was trapped between her shapely legs. My left hand was pinching at her left nipple that looked like it would make a hole in her blouse.

After a few minutes of this, I felt Tamara pulling my face away from her glorious breast. Needless to say, I was disappointed, but was pacified when she kissed me with renewed passion.

"So.. the vibrator.." I started when she broke the kiss.

"Yes.. the vibrator.. I'm sorry you didn't get to enjoy it yesterday. Or, did you? After I, you know..."

"Passed out from my exceptional love-making skills?" I asked cockily.

"Yes.."

"No.. I wanted you to use it on me for the first time."

"Awwwwww.. That's so sweet."

"Oh god! That has more to do with me not knowing how to, than anything else."

"Either way, I'm touched."

She was still sitting with one boob popping out of her blouse and I was fondling it absentmindedly. 

"We should get going. Bell went off some time back."

"Okay.. But can you leave her with me?"

"Her?" She looked at me in definite amusement and mischief.

"Well, I am a feminist.."

"What has that to do with anything?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to call her 'her' and didn't have a clever reason for it."

Have I said how beautiful her laugh is? It is one of those that inspire great works of art. 

I just had to kiss the mouth that produced this exceptional music. As I did, I tucked her breast back in its place and pinched it for good measure, earning a gasp right in my mouth.

Before we went our separate ways she told me she'd drop me home after school, as both of us had to stay back -- her for, well cheer-leading and me to prepare for an assignment that was due next week.

The moment we parted, I started missing her. How could someone I hated for so long affect me this way in a couple days? It was not just the fun we had sexually either, I genuinely liked talking to her about everything, listening to her opinions and sharing the air with her. Weirdly enough, instead of scaring me, the thought gave me immense happiness and I couldn't wait till evening came and I could be with her again; before I go home and tell my parents I am gay!



Convincing Me Pt. 08



I was fidgeting outside the kitchen, where my mom was making snacks for Tamara and me. 

"You don't have to do this today. We can do it tomorrow." Tamara whispered.

"No I want to come out today. I am ready.. I am ready for love, for you." I stared at her beautiful pools of perfection intensely.

She sniffled back some tears and smiled, "okay."

"It's ready kids, why don't you go sit at the table and I'll bring it over. Tell me all about your day. Tamara, I want to hear about your day too. Mandy has never brought home any of her friends. I was starting to worry she doesn't have any. So I need to know everything about you."

Tamara just giggled nervously and a certain garment I was wearing started to get wet. 

"I think this shirt looks good on you, Man.. You know Tamara, I keep telling her to wear more fun clothes, ones girls her age would wear, but she never listens. I think you would be a good influence on her."

"If only you knew," I mumbled and Tamara hit me discreetly.

We were all sitting at the table and digging into the homemade spring rolls, when my mom started hitting Tamara with questions, "Tamara, I thought you two didn't get along?"

"I didn't have a problem with her, Mrs.Kal-"

"Oh please, call me Viv."

"Sure, Viv."

"Did my daughter behave rudely to you?"

Tamara's trademark naughty smile appeared and she said, "Let's just say, Viv, I put her in her place."

"Well, good. Sometimes I feel she is too smart for her own good, you know and that can lead to hardheadedness," my mother smirked at me, glad at finding a companion to bitch about me.

I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. I started speaking a couple of times, but words wouldn't come out. 

"So, you're a cheerleader? I was one too, you know. Back in the day, the routines were as complicated as the ones you do. But, it was still considered prestigious to be on the team. Then, you grow up and realize what you do and what you are matters more than these facades we put on to try and be 'popular'," she completed with air quotes.

"I agree, Viv. I used to think, being a cheerleader and dating the popular guy is the right thing do, but-"

"Mom, I'm gay."

For the next whole minute, silence was palpable.

"Well, can't say I saw that coming. Dad will be here soon, you can tell him when he comes."

"Won't dad get mad? Wait, aren't you mad?"

"As long as you don't turn into a sociopath, you are my daughter and I will love you, always." She leaned over and kissed me. But that wasn't enough. I was so relieved, I had to hug her close.

"So, I'm guessing Tamara isn't just a friend?"

Tamara's face was wet with tears but her she was smiling brighter than I have ever seen her.

"No mam, she's my girlfriend." I said, never taking my eyes off her. She was positively gleeful.

"I knew I should have put money on that." I heard my dad's voice behind me.

"What?" I looked at him perplexed.

"That night she stayed over, I told your mom you guys were more than friend, but she didn't believe me."

"I thought my daughter was so innocent, she didn't start thinking of sex.."

"Mom.. come on.. don't talk about sex."

"Why not? It's not like you two were considerate enough to keep it down.." my mother was enjoying this too much. Tamara had turned a shade of red I'd never seen before.

"But you scored big huh? That's my girl. Up top." If Tamara was blushing earlier, her face was on fire now. But I couldn't leave my dad hanging. So I gave an apologetic look to T and gently slapped my dad's hand. 

My dad grabbed me up and hugged me tight. "You will always be my baby. Never ever doubt that, okay?" He murmured into my hair and I hugged him as tight as I could. "I love you, daddy."

"So Tamara, what are your intentions with my daughter?" Tamara choked on her juice.

My dad laughed heartily as my mom got up to where he was and hit him gently. "He's just joking, dear. Don't mind him. He thinks his juvenile sense of humor is funny" Before dad could interrupt her, she raised a hand and said, "which it isn't".

After spending an hour or more with my parents, who loved Tamara, we went to my room. I was so ecstatic after being honest with my parents and what's more they didn't even make a big deal out of it. 

"I love your parents."

"I love you," I thought.

"They are so friendly and cool. My dad wouldn't even know what grade I am in. Oh actually, he would. Because after this year I will finally leave his premises and he can fuck any trash on two legs without worrying about me."

"I'm sure he loves you in his own way. May be he's still trying to cope with your mom's death."

"How do you know she's dead? No one talks about her. I don't even know her name. I don't know anything about the woman who gave birth to me."

"Haven't you tried looking for her?"

"Where would I start? Even Maria wouldn't tell me anything and she's the only one who actually cares about me."

"I'm sorry." 

She smiled sadly at me and then her expression changed. 

"You could make me feel better." She said wiggling her eyebrows. 

"I wonder how."

She was as tall as me today, with her six inch heels. Latching her fingers together behind my neck, she looked into my eye reverently. My eye must have reflected the same amount of passion because we were lost in each other for a while. 

"Go on a date with me," I said.

She looked at me as if she was unsure and then slowly a smile spread across her face that lit up my entire room. "Are you sure?"

"Don't you want to go with me?"

She slapped my arm, "You dummy. Of course I do. Where would we go? When? What do I wear. I need to go shopping."

"Tamara.."

"We should go somewhere quiet. I don't want to be interrupted; moreover, I want you all to myself."

"TAMARA"

"What?"

"Would you please leave the planning to me? When you take me on a date you can decide. Also, please don't go shopping. Wear something you have, you have so many clothes."

"Why can't I go shopping? It can't hurt to have new clothes. I want to look nice for you."

"If you go shopping, you'll either ask me to go with you, but I'll say no, 'cos I hate shopping. You will go without me, which means I will go crazy from not being near you for what, five to six hours? Besides, you always look nice."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere."

"I know," I said moving my lips dangerously close to hers. "Which is why, I have planned to distract you through seduction."

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and licked the insides of her lips as she moaned and grabbed the hem of her top that I was wearing. Our lips separated with a pop when we urgently lifted the top off me and I ran my hands along her sides and sculpted her breasts over her cheerleading outfit. It didn't take too long for two bubbles to pop over her chest.

Very pleased with my prowess to turn her on, I licked on them both as watched her suck in a breath each time. She pealed the top off and grabbed my ass to pull me closer and kissed me again. She was wearing a flimsy, lacy bra, which I tore apart with my teeth. 

I heard Tamara gasp and as soon as the bra was shredded, I grabbed the two breasts, turned the nipples towards each other and put them in my mouth. After thoroughly bathing them with my saliva, I bit on them, eliciting a suppressed moan from T.

I snuggled into the valley between the two mountains of perfection and smelled her essence. God, I get heady every time I smell her. She pulled me up and claimed my mouth, while unhooking my bra. She bent down and bit on her spot, making sure she left a huge mark. She scrapped her teeth over each of my collar bones and then went lower to play with my breasts. 

I loved when my breasts are being played with, but today especially I wanted it. So I moved us to my bed and lied down, pulling Tamara over me. She seemed to understand what I want, because she started attacking my nipples with renewed vigor. When her mouth ravished one breast her hand fondled the other. 

In a matter of seconds I was arching like a bow on my bed and pushing Tamara further into my body. It is a mystery how she breathed. 

After I was thoroughly pleased with breast worship, Tamara slid over me, the sensations causing ripples across my body. She kissed me slowly and seductively, all the while moving over me ever so slowly. Our breasts were caressing each other. 

I reached between us and faced our nipples to each other and reveled in the feel of our nipples pushing against each other. Tamara moaned into my mouth and shoved her tight thigh between my legs. Our movements became more urgent. My wetness was leaking through my underwear and onto Tamara's thigh, while hers spread on mine. The panties were honestly a hindrance, but we were far too involved in the frantic thrusting to really care. There was only one goal in sight and that was cumming to the point of exhaustion and falling into each other's arms. It was achieved in another couple of minutes. This was the first time we kissed through the entire love-making, never for a second separating our lips from each other.

Tamara fell back on the bed for a second before snuggling next to me and placing her head on my heaving chest. She started tracing imaginary lines on my tummy as I started dozing off to the wonderful smell emanating from her hair. 

"So, I am no longer head cheerleader."

"Hmm?" She didn't' say anything for a second. "What? Why?"

"I told them I want to focus on my studies since it is my final year and opted to give the torch to someone else."

"Why?" I was dumbfounded.

"I wanted to make time for the magazine work.. in case I get it."

"There is no question of you getting it. You will. But, I don't understand, I told you if it cuts into your other commitments its fine."

"And what? Make you look like a fool in front of your friends?"

"But-"

"Besides, if I do it, I get to spend time with you, meet your friends and it would be good for me when WE go to Uni." She smiles her 1000 Watt smile when she said "when we go to Uni".

I smiled and kissed her. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Shut up and make me cum again."

And I did, before I made her cum again. 

During dinner my dad kept smiling this silly, 'I know your secret' smile, while mom went on and on about the importance of safe sex in a homosexual relationship. We gobbled up the food as fast as we could and ran back into our haven.

We finished our home works and tried studying ahead, before we got distracted by each other's naked bodies. Once we started, we couldn't stop until we were both cuming again and Tamara slept off immediately afterwards. 

"Good night baby. I love you," I told a sleeping Tamara and kissed her nose before lying down and wondering if I would ever have the courage to admit it to her.



Convincing Me Pt. 09



A small personal message from me: So sorry about the delay. I am an avid reader of literotica stories and know how much of a pain in the ass and heart it is to wait for each installment in a series. I am not giving any excuses, but hope this chapter (which I have tried to make longer than the others) would be apology enough for the delay. Love and thanks for the continued support, Bicuriwhat :)

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Over the next few days Tamara became a regular visitor at my place; my dad grew instantly fond of her and my mom finally had someone with whom she could discuss fashion and gossip about celebrities. And me, well it got to a point where I wasn't actually living until she was in the vicinity.

I was worried that she would be a distraction, alluring me away from academic brilliance. However, I should not have worried my selfish brain in the least because as always in our relationship, she put my future first. She wouldn't allow me to play until the pre-planned amount of work has been completed. 

In the meanwhile, she also got busy, probably busier than me. The magazine committee was blown away with her ideas and that work cut into her cheerleading practice. Her friends were starting to act on their uneasiness in her shifting sides. To this day, I do not know if they limited their unwelcome comments because they hoped she would wake up and strive towards popularity again or because she was still the richest girl in the school and that counted for everything in their books.

I could not believe how happy I was and it had everything to do with Tamara. I have never been great with romantic gestures and am happy to let her do all the planning when it comes to weekend getaways and anniversary celebrations, but that year I gave her the best present she ever received in her life- at least that is what she tells me.

We were both staying late in school on a Wednesday, her cheerleading and me at the library, when the urgent need to empty my bladder led me past the men's bathroom. 

"Let me go.." I heard a stern male voice emanating from inside before Jock walked out of there and slammed the door behind him.

He walked past me as I waited for Jock's tormentor (How is that even a possibility!?) to come out. Out comes Tamara and stares at me like a deer caught in headlight.

I unblinkingly stayed there for a full thirty seconds before turning away.

"Mandy..wait.. Man..please.. listen to me."

I couldn't. She managed to break my heart into a million pieces in a matter of seconds. Was she toying with me the entire time? Was our "relationship" part of a joke or a bet? I didn't know anything anymore. 

Tamara was beside me when I reached back at the library and was gathering books. "Man..Where are you going? I am coming with you."

Nothing. Not even tears.

"Please just talk to me. I swear to you. Whatever, you think you saw, is not really the truth."

I really did want to believe her and on some level I truly did. But I couldn't bring myself to speak.

"Please just say something." She sounded so desperate and helpless, I just wanted to hug her, hold her to my bosom and say that everything will be alright. But I walked past her.

"Mandy..please.."

I walked home in record time and ran to the bathroom, because my kidney was hurting from holding the pee for so long. My parents did notice the absence of my ever-present girlfriend and my own long face, but kept their distance until dinner time.

"You fight with that fine girl?" asked my dad.

Nothing.

"You know you will need to speak at some point."

I kept poking at my spaghetti-filled plate.

"Well, whatever it is, just know that we are here."

I saw my dad pick up his phone. "Hey sweetheart..What's going on?"

My head shot up.

"Please stop crying baby. Of course you can come here. Anytime you want. I'll come on over now. Have you eaten anything?"

He looked at my mom before getting up from the table. "Babe, save something for her. She's not eaten anything."

"How can you take her side? I'm your daughter." I stated.

"Finally she talks!"

"That does not answer my question. You don't even know what went through. How do you know she didn't do something unforgivable?"

"Because she is head-over-heels in love with you and would rather shave her hair before she does anything remotely close to hurting you. If it were an unforgivable mistake, you wouldn't be here moping about it, you would be telling us. You are silent because you know you should trust her, and that puts a dent in your plan of always denying her. She bends over backwards to accommodate you. All you do is look for ways why it wouldn't work."

I was truly silent now.

"Sweetheart, enough." My mom said sternly. "Go bring Tammy home. Let them work it out."

"I'm serious Mandy. If you don't show her how much she means to you, sooner or later she will resent the things she whole-heartedly does for you now. If you are not ready for that commitment then please break it off now. Because, I truly love that girl and to see you cause her pain, is not something I look forward to." With that my dad left.

"I don't know what to do mom. In just a few weeks she has so much power over me. Her minute actions have a ripple effect on my heart. I love her so much mom."

She came closer to me and tugged a string of hair behind my ear. "Is that the first time you said it out loud?"

"To someone else..Yeah! But I do, I really do and.."

"It scares you?"

I nodded.

"Why baby?"

"Because she has the power to hurt me. I hate that. I have abstained from making close friends and falling in love for so long, so I wouldn't be vulnerable to anyone else's actions."

"You can't live like that, Mandy. Don't you love your Dad and me? What if we hurt you?"

"You're my parents. You would never do anything to hurt me."

"You need to have that kind of trust on Tammy as well."

"I do...Most of the time. It's just during these situations, I get reminded of how much I'd suffer if she..."

The door swung open and dad stood covering Tamara. I immediately stood up and ran towards the door pushing my dad aside and hugged T close to me. Everything I said so far was lost on me the moment I saw her red eyes and the doubtful way her shoulders hung. 

She stood stunned for a second before crushing herself on me. She snuck her head in the crook of my neck and smelled me. "You're not mad at me?"

"How are you not mad at me? I didn't even give you a chance to explain."

"I know how it must have looked... Can we talk in private?" She looked at my mom.

"Of course, dear. Do you want to have some food before you go? There's some spaghetti left."

"Sure, Viv. Thank you."

"Can we just take the dinner to my room, mom? Please?"

Tamara smacked me, "We don't have to do that."

"It's fine, sweetheart. You guys need talk things through. It's a one-time deal, though."

"Just don't do anything too physically straining before you get some food in you," my dad was back to his silly self.

"Dad, come on!"

"It's best to ignore him when he's like this. Your reactions only encourage him."

Tamara laughed and took the plateful of food my mom handed her. 

"So.." I started once the door was closed behind us.

"You probably want to know what was going on with Jock."

"I don't."

"Sorry?"

"I don't want to know. If you want to tell me I'd love to hear, but you don't have to tell me anything you are not comfortable with."

"You're being stupid now. I know you want to know."

I sighed. "Okay. Yah I do. It'll just keep me awake at night."

Tamara smiled. 

"You have to know I am trusting you with something very huge here. It is not my secret and if I didn't think our relationship was in jeopardy I wouldn't be saying it to you.."

"See, I don't want you to tell me out of guilt.."

"Shut up and listen to me. I trust you to keep this a secret."

"Okay.. Okay..tell me!"

"So..you know how I said Jock and I never really connected?" I nodded.. "Well, I found out why.. I mean I was half the reason... Turns out there is this other half to the equation."

"What?"

"He is seeing your friend Ethan in secret. Well, I don't know if you can call what do "seeing"..but yeah"

To say I was shell-shocked would be an understatement. Jock was gay? It made no sense! He is one of the most macho boys in our school and he bullied everyone, including Ethan. Especially Ethan! I mean.. How is that even possible?

"Will you say something?"

"Okay.. I'm just trying to get my head wrapped around this!.. But okay..wait..why were you trying to manhandle him in the men's bathroom though?"

"I saw them doing stuff.."

"Ewww"

"I might not like having sex with men.. But they looked HOT together!"

"You just keep getting weirder.. Or I just keep finding weirder stuff about you over time.. But whatever..Continue..."

"Ethan told him he loved Jock after what looked like some oral action in the Chemistry lab and Jock just stared at him..I swear he looked like wanted to say it back.. But he didn't. Ethan just walked away quietly, like he knew what would go down, but was just hoping against hope and took a chance. Jock ran to the bathroom.. I followed him and confronted him. He just doesn't want to accept his love. I was trying to convince him how wonderful love can be."

"Did you tell him about us?"

"That is your big takeaway from this entire story? I can't believe you."

"No no.. I didn't mean it like that. I was just asking."

"Whatever. I didn't tell him so you can breathe easy."

"Sweetheart, I swear I didn't mean it like that."

She didn't look very convinced but let it go, like the million times she let things go to make me happy.

"Let's not worry about stupid Jock and his drama when we have a date to look forward to, tomorrow night."

She smiled slightly and I pecked at those protruding petals that were on this particular night adorned with faded maroon paint. Luckily she kissed me back and I probed her lips until she parted them for me.

Before we knew it, we were both moaning into each other's mouths and she began ardently vacuuming my tongue into her mouth, while inelegantly groping my ass. I love every second of it, but I wanted more.. I wanted to feel her naked body writhing next to me.

Urgently lifting up her blouse, I couldn't wait until her bra was off and was already chewing at her nipples before she could unhook it for me. She got distracted as well and tangled her fingers in my hair, pressing me deeper into her ample bosom. I looked up at her just in time to see her tugging on her lower lip. Watching her in let loose in pleasure is my undoing, I realized. 

I crushed the two perfect globes urgently and dipped my nose in the cleavage, breathing her in. I heard her gasp and dipped my tongue in to the deep valley. I do not know how long I dwelled there, probably too long, because I felt my baby pulling my face up for a soul searing kiss. 

Our tongues tangoed until I couldn't remember anything other than the sweet taste of her mouth. She started kissing down the side of my face till she reached her sweet spot and sucked the mark that hasn't faded since our first make-out session. I felt a primal sense of satisfaction that she never forgot to mark me.

I felt her spreading my top away from my shoulders and lick over each of them and slowly unbutton my shirt. She kissed every inch of my skin as it got exposed and bit on the edge of my right nipple and stretched it out before it popped out of the vile clutch of her teeth. I gasped.

She smiled at me cockily and did the same to my other nipple, lest it not feel neglected. Soon enough I was gently pushed to my table. I sat atop swiftly and waited for her to take off my shorts. She was taking her damn time with it, licking around my tummy and dipping her tongue into my belly button before finally tugging at the elastic. I tried to help her out, but she still wouldn't go any faster.

I whimpered in frustration. "All in good time, sweetheart." She cajoled.

I licked my poor, dry lips in anticipation and told her nervously, " I actually wanted to say something."

"Yeah?" She looked up in between the kisses.

"I.. Want you to use your vibrator on me." I chickened out! Of course wanted to use the vibrator. But that is not what I wanted to tell her, I wanted to tell her I love her and that I can't imagine a life without her anymore and that any dreams I might have had till now seems meaningless if she is not there to share them with me.

She smiled that wicked smile again. "And I can't wait to use it on you."

She pulled my shorts down along with the panties and raised my muscular legs over her shoulders and bent down. Shoving her nose between my legs she smelled me in, making me quiver. She took one long lick from the top of my slit to the bottom, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

She wiggled her tongue into my clit and started penetrating me with such fervor; I had to bite on my palm to keep from screaming. This beautiful nymphomaniac was hell-bent on pleasing me. How in the hell did I get so lucky?

She suddenly pulled her tongue out, eliciting a moan of frustration from me, but quickly silenced it by shoving her tongue inside my mouth. I felt another welcome intrusion in my pussy; she was fingering me. 

Pulling from my mouth slowly, she bit on my lower lip and licked the insides of it, before letting go very, very, very slowly, dragging her teeth along. "So.. you want to use the vibrator?" Her middle finger was now joined by the index. I nodded desperately. "You know when I will use it?" I shook my head no. "After our date" She kissed me breathlessly. "IF, I feel well-courted." The penetration was getting faster. I drank some air. 

"And when I do use it on you, I am going to wreck you so bad." I bit my upper lip. "You are going to beg me to go fast at first, but I will make you plead and cry," In..Out..In..Out.. "Then I will ram it into you and you are going to come not once, not twice, but multiple times from the sheer pleasure of it and beg me to stop for fear of passing out.." She was now fisting at my entrance, while rubbing the clit with her thumb. I couldn't look away from her. I was taking sharp breaths, so turned on by what her hand was doing, but more by what she was saying. I couldn't wait have her maneuver that big dildo into my body. 

"You look sooo sexy baby. I wish I could see you like this all day, every day. But then we wouldn't be able to go out, because I would have to kill anyone who saw you like this. Only I get to see you abandon every other emotion and give in to passion, do you get that?"

I pulled her head to me and spoke into her mouth, "Only you make me like this, don't YOU get that?" and kissed her hard.

That seemed to please her. She continued the assault on my pussy with rejuvenated passion and I bit on her lips and screamed into her mouth before squirting my juice all over her hand. It took a while for me to calm down and when I did finally open her eyes, she was licking her hand clean. 

She looked at me for a second before going down and cleaning up my crotch. I pulled her up and hugged her tight. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight. "Let's take this party to bed," I told her in what I thought was my sexy voice.

"Sure, lover." 

We were both lying on the bed and caressing each other when her phone rang, "Hello? Thank you.. Love you."

I frowned and she kissed the crease on my forehead. "Thanks again for calling. Bye.."

"Who was that?"

"Oh, just Leah."

"Cool"

The phone kept ringing continuously after that and I finally figured out it must be her birthday.

I felt shitty. I made her so upset tonight and it's her birthday tomorrow. I could hear the TV from my parents' bedroom. So I told Tamara I was going to get some water, not that she would have care, she will still getting phone calls; side effects of being the popular girl. 

I knocked on my parents' door and seeing my mother's disheveled hair and dad's cocky smile, I realized I may have chosen the wrong time to go. I ignored that and told them it was Tamara's birthday. "I don't know how to make it up to her. I feel shitty. I don't think she knows I know it her Birthday."

"Aren't you taking her out on a date tomorrow? Make it extra special."

"Yeah, but I want to wish her now. I can't keep being an ass until tomorrow."

"Well then you better prepare for a life of disappointment," my dad the comic!

"Shut up, sweetheart," thank god for my mom. "Baby, you can't plan your life like romcoms. Everything doesn't work out like that always. Why don't we come to your room and wish her now. The thing she craves for most is a family and we can be that for her. I already love her to death. So does dad. We just need to let her know that. I hope you already told her how you feel."

I looked down guiltily.

"Oh god, Mandy! When will you realize you can't bottle up these feelings?"

"Mom, I have an idea. What if I make a grand gesture tomorrow? Tell her I love her at a birthday party I throw."

"How are you going to plan an entire party tomorrow? It's a weekday as well."

"I'll just invite her close friends and may be even Jock."

"Jock? Her ex-boyfriend Jock? The one who caused your fight in the first place?"

"It's a long story. But I think he could use the company of some friends right now. Anyway. Thanks you guys. But, come along if you want to wish her." They started getting up. "Wait.. wait. Let me just go ahead first."

"Oooh yeah..Make sure she's presentable," My dad wiggled his eyebrow, making me cringe and my mom hit him on the bicep.

I rolled my eyes and left their room to give Tamara fair warning before they knocked on the door.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart," my mom hugged her tight.

She looked surprised. "How did you know?"

"I'm a straight As student. You don't think I would have figured out why all your friends are calling you at midnight?"

She just smiled and shook her head before getting crushed by one of dad's bear hugs. "Happy Birthday, darling! Never forget that we are here for you. You are my daughter and I will do whatever I can to keep you happy. Okay?"

Tamara just hugged him closer and sniffled into his chest. "Thank you."

He kissed the top of her head and my mom patted her for couple more minutes before they said their goodnights. 

"I love you so much," Tamara said.

"Why? I didn't do anything. I haven't even wished you yet."

"You gave me the best gift I have every gotten. You gave me a family. I cannot leave you even if you tried to get rid of me. I won't be able to! Please don't ever break up with me," she looked so vulnerable.

It crushed my heart. I almost blurted out I loved her. But I wanted to savor it. I did not make dating me easy on her; the least I could do is profess my love in an unforgettable way. She should never doubt my commitment to her, never worry if I would leave her and never for a second think that I could on living if she stopped loving me.

"Tamara, baby, I would never hurt you.. never... Come let's go to sleep. I'm sure you have a busy day tomorrow, what with our classes and the big date later." Her smile lit up the entire room.

It then clicked me why she was so excited about the date when I first asked her out, it coincided with her birthday. She never said anything, asked anything of me, a gift, a gesture, nothing. But they are coming your way, baby and so help me god, you will never doubt my love for you as long as we live, I thought as I lay my head on her plump breasts and let the lulling of her heartbeats put me to sleep.



Convincing Me Pt. 10



You know the best way to wake up? It's waking up as you cum; especially when your orgasm is in appreciation of the best efforts from the world's most beautiful woman. It truly was a glorious day.. My mind-blowing orgasm and the following tongue fucking I bestowed upon the birthday girl in shower before we ate a platter of all of T's favorite breakfast food from mom's kitchen was only the beginning of what turned out to be one of the best days of our lives.

"But I don't think Tammy'll be able to make it. She said she has other plans tonight," Leah said when I told her about the surprise birthday party.

"Yeah, about that.. she had made plans with me. But I didn't know it was her birthday.. Now that I do, I want to throw her a party.."

She looked at me like I ran over her dog with a car. "WHAT? She'd rather spend her birthday studying or whatever it is that you two do, than partying with her friends?"

"Look.. It's not like she wanted to ditch you or anything.. I had begged her for a favour..Anyway it's not important anymore. Please just come? You can sort everything with her after the party.. Do it for the birthday girl.. Please?"

For a moment she looked doubtful, but then said, "Fine-"

"Thank you"

"Hold on. Don't think I don't know something is up. She quit being the head cheerleader, dumped Jock and is now with some douche bag who doesn't want to be seen with her. If I hear you have something to do with all this..that you are forcing her to do things she doesn't want to.. Blackmailing her.. I swear on Prada, I will make your life miserable. High School may be over soon, but internet lives forever."

I was taken aback by her loyalty. It seemed as if I had misjudged Tamara's friends almost as much as I did her. "Sure Leah. I'll hand you my ass myself if I do anything to hurt her." I tried for a goofy smile. She nodded curtly and left with, "I'll let everyone know. Just text me the details".

I called in some favors with my former employers at Café Claytopia and booked their party hall for a cheap rate; if spending three-quarters of your total savings can be called cheap. Dina, the manager there promised to decorate the place tastefully without going all out.

Now that all of that was done, I had to get to the difficult part, the awkward part. How do you invite your secret girlfriend's closeted ex-boyfriend to a birthday party in which you are planning to come out? 

"Hey Jock.."

"What do you want, fuckface?"

With every ounce of willpower I ignored the juvenile insult.

"I am throwing a party at Claytopia for Tamara's birthday and I thought you might like to come."

"Why? We broke up."

"I know, but I know she would like for you to be there.."

He came dangerously close to me, "Why would you say that? She say anything to you?"

"No.No.. She really cares for you and think she'd like to maintain friendship with you.. Please try to make it.. by 6.00.."

I walked away before I said or did anything stupid.

"Hey.. Where are you?" I texted Tamara after the fiasco with Jock.

"Im jst lvng cls. Wnna frshn up b4 our date. be at ur plce around 5.00. Ok?"

"Sure. But do you really have to go home?"

"YES! Plus I need to get our spl toy 4 tonite." I blushed at the thought.

"Okay. Make it fast. I'll miss you."

":D:* thts the first tym uve said that to me. 

I couldn't stop the shit-eating grin that covered my face all the way home. 

I had just finished showering and changing into a shirt that T loved and jeans that fit me so perfectly, I almost caught myself modelling in front of the mirror, when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Hey.." I stopped short. I'm still not sure if the angel sent to save my soul was standing at my doorstep or the devil that came to damn my soul to hell and beyond.. Truth be told, I didn't care either way. 

The red material plastered to all the curves and valleys of her goddess-like body, stopped in the middle of her thighs, that I couldn't wait to wrap around my neck. Her shapely legs were fitted into high heel leather boots that I wanted to take my time removing. Those glorious D cups were pushed out of the barely containing low-cut dress that left little to the imagination. Her face was devoid of any make-up except for the red hot lipstick and back eye-liner. 

"We could cancel the date, if you had other plans.." That snapped my attention back. I had to shake my head, literally shake it, to collect my thoughts.

I moved forward and ran my tongue over her plump lower lip before whispering, "Oh.. How I wish.. But for now, let's go on that date."

I said before locking the door behind us. 

As she parked her car under my instructions, she asked, "So, this is where we are having our first date."

"You seem disappointed."

"I've got to say, I thought you might choose a restaurant.. Mostly because this is where everyone from school hangs out and I thought you would want privacy.. I would have preferred to have a date where we could actually behave like a couple, not somewhere you are not even going to let me hold your hands." She might have seen my mood darken. "It's fine. I'll take what I can get. Come on, drama queen. Let's get on with the date. But just so you know, when I take you out, we are going to have a romantic date, not a coffee date like friends".

I gave her a slight smile and got out of the car.

Dina saw us and escorted us to a "special table reserved for us",which happened to be inside the dark party hall.

"Happy Birthday," went the whole crowd as the light came on.

Tamara seemed truly surprised and I'm afraid not in good way. At least she was happy when she got gifts from her friends and saw that my parents were present too. I don't know how she managed it, but my mother had even talked Maria and other employees from the Rivera household into coming as well. 

It seemed like Jock was a no-show.

"You don't seem very pleased," I told T when I got a moment alone with her. "Did you not want this?"

"I wanted to go on a date with my girlfriend.. Somewhere I could be myself with you. I wanted you to myself and I wanted to enjoy myself without having to constantly fear that you would let go off my hand when someone we know walks in.."

"Tamara.."

"No, let me finish. I know it must have taken a whole lot of effort on your part to arrange this and I appreciate it. But I am very pissed off at what you have done, squandering what you promised me. I don't want to say anything I will regret so just give me some space".

"T..please listen.."

She didn't. She walked away as I helplessly watched. 

I walked around the party I threw to make my love happy, pretending to interact with people whose company I thought would make my love happy, while nursing a heart burn. How do I make this right? When it comes to Tamara it is almost as if I am an imbecile.

"What the fuck are you saying?" I could hear Tamara's voice from the washroom from outside.

"I'm saying you loved him once, you can do it again. Sticking with him is the best chance for you to get back your reputation.. He's ready to work it out, aren't you Jock?" I associated the voice with Leah's.

"Oh, is that right? Sure you want me with all my anatomy back, Jock?"

"Say that again bitch, and I will end you."

I was in there in a flashlight. "Let her go Jock, or I will break your nose, I swear."

His hand on her body, the one that I started to think of as mine, was making me see red.

"They were meant to be together. That's how it works, Mandy, you don't know how it works. They will be prom King and Queen.." Leah really needed to shut up.

"And then what? That's how it ends? What happens to me after high school? I am stuck with someone who doesn't love me and I don't love, I can never love?" asked T.

"Tell me one good reason you can't love him?"

"Because she loves me." I blurted. Everything fell silent.

So, I am out, I thought. Jock let go off my hand and stared at me.

I don't remember anything from the surroundings at that point. But I remember the swirl of emotions and for some reason a whirlwind of the colour yellow surrounding me as I walked towards the party hall, with Tamara at tow. I vaguely remember counting the two other pairs of footsteps right behind us.

I grabbed the mike from a cheerleader who was giving a soulful rendition of "Perfect" by Pink and looked pointedly at the guy handling the karaoke bar. He turned it off soon enough.

"I am in love with the birthday girl and I don't want to hide it anymore." I said before collecting the said girl's curvaceous body into my arms and placing one of those passionate kisses you only see in movies on her mouth, which she enthusiastically reciprocated after only a moment's pause. We went at it, forgetful of where we were, until I heard a sudden slamming of a plate. 

I looked up just in time to see Maria walking out. The rest of the party was too stunned to react until my dad whistled in appreciation. I could see T was still reeling from that kiss. 

There were a few disgusted looks, but mostly cheers, especially from the guys, who were chanting for us to kiss again. 

Jock looked at us with what I hoped was a glimmer of hope, before his eyes searched the room. Ethan was not at the party, I remember thinking. He looked at me and nodded before running off in the direction of the exit. 

Leah looked like she would either faint or puke soon, but before I had to bother about either of those scenarios her cheerleader friends escorted her out. 

After making a mental note of all the reactions and dramatic exits, I finally looked the wonderful woman who was still snuggled against me, staring into my eyes. "You came out.." she whispered.

"I did.." I smiled.

"Is it because of what I said? I am really sorry... I didn't mean to push you."

"Do you see me complaining? And no, this whole party was as much of a coming out party for me as it was a birthday party for you."

"Really? Now I feel even more terrible."

"Don't.. I feel awesome. I get to do this whenever I want." With that I kissed her again, hard. I'm sure by this point her lipstick was smeared all over my face.

"Hey lovebirds.. We're leaving. Hope you can find your way home."

I reluctantly left those life-affirming lips and told my dad we would. 

"We are proud of you, both of you.." My mom hugged us before parting. 

"So..." I started.

"So..?"

"You want to have that date I promised you, now that everyone has left, or do you have something for me in that huge purse of yours?" I leered.

"Why, whatever do you mean? I just have a lip balm, this compact and wait, what is this? A phallic object I have no idea how to maneuver." She bit her lips.

I pulled it out of her mouth using my teeth and spoke into her mouth, "you naughty girl."

She suddenly pulled me by hands and walked me out.

We ran into Dina. "So you gay, huh?"

"Yeah.."

"Doesn't mean you're let off from cleaning the room. Come back tomorrow."

"Sure Dina. Thanks.." I hugged her.. "For everything." She hugged me back tighter before letting go.

"I didn't know you still worked here."

"I don't... She offered me a discount on the rates if I cleaned up afterwards."

Tamara drove her car to a secluded spot and parked it.

"What are we doing here?"

"It's a fantasy of mine to have sex under the moonlight."

"Are you kidding me? What if someone drives by?"

"The fear of getting caught is half the thrill."

"What about the other half?"

"That's all you, baby. Now shut that sweet mouth of yours, head to the backseat and get undressed."

"No.. I want to play with you, you look so sexy in that dress."

"No!"

I gave her my best dejected puppy dog eyes.

"I'll wear it another day and you can take your sweet time unwrapping it and playing with me. Today.." she tugged my lower lip with her teeth, "you are my birthday present". With that, she pushed my seat backwards and clambered over me. 

There was nothing I could do to muffle the helpless moans that escaped me as she relished me. My throat exposed itself for further assaults and resulting hickies. 

My skin burned wherever she touched and the rest of my body burned in anticipation of her touch.

After an excruciatingly long time, she had unbuttoned my shirt in its entirety and stared greedily at my breasts that threatened to poke someone dead. She twisted them both as I bucked. Her dilated pupils were focused on my face as it cringed and creased in tune with her nipple play.

"Shift to the backseat," she commanded. As soon as I obeyed she was pulling my jeans down, kissing her way over every inch of exposed skin. "Do you know how much these skin-huggers tantalized me today? Even when I was mad at you, I wanted to rip them off of you and worship these legs."

I looked at her; really, looked at her. In her frenzied state, one of her breasts had popped out, while the other was threatening to do so at any given moment. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, exposing her commando state. Her lipstick was smeared and her previously combed hair was disheveled. She looked perfect and she was mine.

A new wave of pleasure hit me and a hoarse voice I barely recognized as my own begged, "Please fuck me. Take me any way you want. I want to be your object of pleasure."

She looked at first with surprise, then adoration that swiftly dissolved into passion. She pulled out the vibrator and turned it on. As the thick red rubbery rod slightly shivered in her palm, so did I.

She looked at me tantalizingly before licking it. I watched with half-closed eyes as she slowly inserted it into my vagina. Nothing we had ever done had prepared me for this feeling. 

Tamara watched me in awe as I bucked against the vibrator in her hand. She put her free hand between her legs and started rubbing against her bald pussy, as my slightly hairy one, as per T's demand, got continuously pounded by the rubber.

It was to the sight of Tamara screaming out my name and coming that I squirted all over her.

As she lay down over me, covering us both with a blanket she had packed, she said, "You still haven't told me you love me."

"What do you mean? I just announced it front of all your friends... and some of mine."

"Technically, you told them, not me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, in fact I may be a little pissed at you that you told all of them before you told me," she said with a smug smile. 

"We can't have that, can we?" I lifted her chin and kissed her again.

"I love you, Tamara. I love you more than I can put to words. And you better get used to hearing it, cos I'm planning to say it as much as can, for as long as I can."

She looked at me with affection, pecked my chin and said, "No you're not.. I am going to have to beg to get you to say I love you every time. But that's okay darling, I'll say it for the both of us. Besides, I wouldn't have you any other way," she said.

"Way to ruin the moment," I said wrly before my mouth was claimed for more pressing matters.



Convincing Me Pt. 11



Break-up was inevitable; I mean of course, it was. We reached college and people who recognized her worth and beauty started fawning over her, making her realize that we were out of the shallow well of high school. I was no longer the most beautiful girl she knew... I became the jaded cheerleader.

Mandy always thought that I had it easy, that I would fall out of love just as fast as I fell in love with her. But, the truth is, no matter where we were, the quaint little town down in the Midwest or the busy streets of New York, I only had one person that I wanted to be mine, and that is, and would always be Mandy. She is my one and only love. 

We came to college together, and because she thought we would both need a little space and time away from each other, she got a dorm room and I got an apartment close by the campus. It didn't matter in the beginning, because she was with me most of the time anyway. 

While I was barely an average student in my class, M shined bright, which is the only things mattered to me anyways. But Mandy used to tell me, insist, that I think of my personal growth than just be happy watching her grow, and although I know she just wanted to make sure I was not in the sidelines, these talks inevitably lead to an argument. It was after one of these arguments that I caught her kissing that Kappa Sorority bitch in her room. 

At first she tried to explain how it was not what it looked like, and how much she missed me. I don't think I really believed she could cheat on me, not just because she loved me, but also because she is an upstanding citizen, the honorable one, who would not do anything unethical. She would not kiss another girl because it would be wrong of her to do so while in a relationship with me; but not because she wouldn't want to. 

She wanted to kiss her, but didn't because of me, that is what I thought... I didn't get peace of mind, and generally, that would mean shopping spree. But who would I go with? I had no friends... because Mandy was the only person I spent time with. I couldn't go with her, when what I wanted was to distract myself from her. 

I decided to get an early start on my school project, and replied to Mandy's hundredth message with I need space. Being the amazing person that she is, she did not even respond to it and kept her distance for about a week, during which I not only submitted my project, but also caught up on all the classes I have been lagging in. 

To be honest, although I had begun studying as a way to distract myself from Mandy, I realized that I could be good at what I love, that I could finally be worthy of, an equal to Mandy. And when I got my first "A", the first person I called was Mandy. I couldn't wait to hold her again, tell her that I knew she would never cheat on me, that what I saw was a lie. To ask for her forgiveness and tell her that I could be successful, just like she wants me to be.

We met that evening, but as soon as I hugged her, I knew we were over. She told me, how she tried to love me, but how it was impossible and how I was holding her back. She told me of the offers she got from other girls, and the possibility of exploring sex with others. I can only remember this in a blur, because I could barely hear her over the sound of my entire world shattering around me. I couldn't speak and she took my silence to be consent. 

It has been six months since that evening at the students' café, but she is still the only one in my dreams and my reality. I did not try to change her mind because I didn't want her to do so because I begged. 

But finally, I am at home for the long weekend, and Maria seems exceptionally happy that I came alone. She is bustling with joy that I have been "cured", but seems incapable of noticing that I am numb inside. 

To be fair, though I am doing an exceptional job at hiding my pain and I have been doing extremely well at school. So, everyone thinks I have just blossomed to my full potential... Only I know that I get very close to dying every time I see Mandy laughing with Sophie (the sorority chick), or when I see her touching other girls or even when I catch a whiff of her perfume in the hallways. I don't think she has seen me since our break-up and does not seem to be missing me in the slightest.

I even stopped picking mom and dad's (I started calling her parents mom and dad soon after she declared her love for me at my birthday bash) calls after our break-ups, but now that I am home, I have decided to go visit them. No matter how much it hurts me.

"So she is alive!" exclaimed Dad as he opened the door, and called out, "Look who is finally home, darling!"

Mom hastily came to the door and hugged me tightly, making me regret all the times I pressed the ignore button on my phone. "You could have called, you know?"

"I know, mom. I am sorry. I wanted to. I just couldn't bring myself to talk to you".

"Come in, darling. I'll make you some fresh lime juice with salt, just the way you like it".

"Who knows if she even likes lime juice anymore?"

I went over and hugged dad and mumbled into his chest, "I'm sorry Dad" and sobbed softly because I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Don't cry sweetheart, it's okay. I was just joking... I know... I know... It's okay"

He kept petting my head till I stopped crying. 

We all sort of settled down at the dining table, and mom asked me, "Do you want to tell us what happened?"

"I don't know... I guess I do... I knew she deserved better than me, I just kept hoping she wouldn't find that out," I chuckled sadly.

"You stop that right now. If Mandy thinks she deserves anything more than you, she is dumber than I thought," said Dad. "But what I need you to know is, that she doesn't think that. She did not trade you for a better girlfriend. Okay?"

"Say that to hour-glass Sophie."

"Sophie isn't half as great as you are for Mandy."

"Oh my god! You guys have met her. It is already that serious between them?"

"Tammy, you're spiraling-"

"No mom... I... it doesn't matter. If it's alright can I sleep here tonight?"

"Do you need to ask baby?"

"I will be in our- Mandy's room. Goodnight"

I kissed them both goodnight and went into the room I lost my virginity... The room I saw my soul-mate in all her naked glory for the first time... the room where I knew I found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I laughed at my own stupidity... At my juvenile and stupid ambitions.

However, that room also reminded of the many times M told me why I should have ambitions of my own... Why I should aim for more than her success... In short, why I should have a life of my own. Even six months after our break-up, I thought of getting back together with her. I wanted to do good at school so she would deem me worthy... 

But now, for the first time in my life I want to be the best version of me, because I am worthy of it. I finally saw what she meant, whether or not we get back together, I am going to drive myself to be the best I can be... like Mandy strives with everything she does. I want to be an artist and create something that is mine... and in the last few months I have learned that I am capable of it. 

With this new knowledge and new goal, I decided to get a good night's sleep for the first time in many, many nights. While scouring through Mandy's cupboard for a nightdress, I ran into an old gift I got for her; the red vibrator... The same one I used to fuck her with, in the backseat of my car.

I pulled it out, and reminiscently watched, as it twisted and turned into life in my palm. My panties got wet involuntarily, as I smelled my lover's sweet pussy in the phallic object. I licked it tentatively and bit my lips immediately. This is the first time since the break-up that I have felt even remotely turned on. 

I moved it to my jeans-covered crotch and whimpered at the small tide of pleasure. With a sudden need for release, I took my phone, which has a very, very, very lewd slide-show of Mandy in various poses and states of arousal, and pulled my T-shirt over my head before unsnapping the bra.

Jumping on to the bed, I moved the vibrating rod to my right nipple and gasped slightly at the sensation. My free hand involuntarily went to my crotch to rub my jeans, and before long I was using my entire fist to rub the area. Without taking my eyes off my darling's photo - where she is biting her lower lip while pleasuring herself, I took my jeans and panties off. 

My own urgency was winning over my need to make this last as long as possible -considering I haven't done this in a while - so I decided to distract myself by pulling my left nipple up, an biting it hard. I imagined Mandy biting me... My long, hard nipple was irresistible for her... She used to play with it for hours at length... till I would beg her to move on. 

I doubt anyone would be able to pleasure me the way she can. She knows where wanted to be touched... where I wanted to be licked... and where I wanted to be bitten. Oh... bitten... How I wish I would bite her again... suck her skin until she had a purple mark that made it clear to everyone that she was mine... and mine alone... 

I couldn't hold it off any longer... I didn't need the photos anymore... I closed my eyes and all I could see was my Mandy... naked and waiting to fuck me... I grabbed the vibrator that was now moist with my saliva and roughly shoved it into me... I spat on my left breast and spread the saliva around the areola, before pinching it hard. 

While the vibrator did its trick deep inside my body... my fingers were working its magic on my clit. Back and forth... back and forth... back and forth... I could see nothing but my baby squirting all over my big breasts... I started cumming hard. With a familiar whimpering I finally stopped cumming and laid there... on our bed, with the vibrator stuff wiggling inside me and me subconsciously pinching my very hard and sensitive nipples. 

I slept off like that... and woke up in the middle of the night after a very, very wet dream that obviously included the love of my life, only to realize I am the loser lying in the bed of the woman who wants nothing to do with her. I chuckled bitterly... but after looking at her photos I found myself getting turned on again... I was orgasming again in no time... and this time, I went to sleep thinking how amazing it would be, to have actually sex with Mandy.

I woke up to some chaos downstairs and I hurriedly fixed the bedroom and myself before going down to see what the hell was going on. The vision that awaited me, was something I was not prepared for... Mandy with her new girlfriend Sophie.



Convincing Me Pt. 12



It took a moment for everyone to realize that I had come down, and when they did there was a full minute of awkward silence.

"Hey sweetie.. Did you sleep well?" Mom broke it, and I mechanically nodded my head. My heart however was simultaneously singing with joy - at the sight of my love - and wailing at the sight of the woman took her away from me.

I could feel my eyes tear up, and before giving Sophie the ultimate satisfaction I decided to leave.

"I'll see you later, Mom."

"Where are you running off to? I have made waffles for you."

"I need to leave mom," I said with my quivering voice and walked out of there as fast as I could. 

I really needed the walk and so I left my car at Mandy's place. I do not remember when it started but at some point during the long walk I felt tears rolling down my check. I still kept going as long as I could...Until I couldn't contain the hiccups and decided to sit down under the shade of a big tree.

I heard a car drive past me, and then it came back and stopped in front of me. I noticed that it was my car and when the driver's window rolled down, I realized that it was my love.

"You forgot your car darling". I cried harder.

The car moved again, until it stopped a few feet ahead and I felt Mandy come and sit next to me.

"I didn't cheat on you." I sniffled.

"I know that you don't believe I would ever cheat on you."

"I know you didn't cheat on me... But my heart breaks everytime I see you with her."

"Why?"

"I don't like that you are with other girls..that you are with her".

I just told you I didn't cheat on you."

"How is you being with your girlfriend cheating on me?"

"No matter who I am with, if it is not you, I am cheating you.. cheating on us".

I looked at her with tearful questioning eyes.

She tried to hug me... But I pushed her aay.

"You think you can play with my emotions just because I love you? When did you become this cruel?"

"Tamara...Sweetheart"

"No! YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT," suddenly I was angry beyond control. "If I am still your girlfriend then what was that whole speech in the coffee shop about you not being happy with me?"

"That was just a load of bullshit...I learned that you were thriving in school after breaking up with me. I thought I was the one holding you back. That I was the reason you could not reach your potential.. I couldn't stand the thought of that."

She smiled at me sadly like she thought she did some heroic deed that would make my heart melt. My anger grew tenfold and I started hitting her arms.

"You think you know better than me about my life? About what I want? You think you can just come in and say that you thought you did the right thing?"

Mandy looked like she didn't know what to do.

"You are awfully quiet for someone who apparently knows what is good for everyone".

"I..I don't know what to say".

"How about why you are telling me all this? Have you had your share of all the women in college and now you want me back?"

She looked pained, but said, "Sweetheart you really can't think I am that disgusting. I told you I cannot be with anyone else. For all purposes you are still my girlfriend and the only woman I love, other than my mother."

I looked at her blankly. 

"Mom called me yesterday and said that you were home and that you were devastated by our break-up. I had always evaded their interrogations regarding why were not together. Yesterday I finally told them and they called me a fool.. and I agree" She smiled ruefully. I refused to respond and she continued, "I drove overnight.. But Sophie did not want me driving alone so she came along that is all."

I shot her a look that expressed exactly what I thought of Sophie's gesture. "Darling you can't be mad at her. She doesn't even like women, let alone me. She kissed me purely on a dare by her friends. I even talked to her boyfriend and both of them constantly tell me how dumb I am to have thought distancing myself from you will help you succeed. 

I couldn't believe my ears... So I have been crying myself for all these days because my girlfriend is an idiot who thought she knew better than me. 

'What do you want me to do with this information?"

"I thought that you moved on. Who would cry over an asshole that cheated on them?"

"Apparently me."

"I am sorry I made you feel insecure. That is not what I wanted.. I have been dying on the inside. I miss you so much".

She looked so sad I wanted to comfort her..But I wouldn't because this time it is her turn to make it up to me..Tell me she will not repeat such non-sense. And I was still raging mad.

"What do you want me to say Man..? How would you feel if you were on the other side?"

"I have no clue...But I need to ask this.. Is this our first big fight..or our last one?"

I shook my head trying to hide my smile and said, "I haven't thought of another person as mine since the moment I kissed on your cheek in the bathroom that first time. What do you think?"

Mandy caught my chin with both hands and brought her face closer. I could never resist her. Soon enough we were sucking the life out of each other, tracing all the outlines of each other's mouths from memory. When we separated we were out of breath.

"You know it will never be OVER between us, don't you?, at least not to me." I asked her.

"Not to me, either".

"Then why all this non-sense Mandy? Why couldn't you just tell me when you had these thoughts about my studies - or lack thereof."

"I have.. You know I have..But we always end up fighting, inevitably. I just noticed that in just the one week that I stayed away you became so much more interested in academics. I could not help but wonder if I was the reason that kept you stagnant.. You should know I couldn't live with myself if that were the case."

"May be... I do tend to consider your success as mine..."

"And that is not necessarily a bad thing.. And I am so grateful for your undying love and support for me."

"But in the last month I have started to realize what you mean. My identity cannot be whatever yours is... and I understand that now."

Mandy smiled demurely at me. "I don't want you to think that I wasn't proud of you.. Because honestly, I am..Whatever you choose to do with your life, I am proud of you."

"I know sweetheart.. I am just sorry we lost a month with each other. But what is one month's misery against a lifetime of happiness?"

We smiled at each other and leaned in for a slow sensual kiss with which we let each other know what our relationship meant to us. When our lips finally parted our eyes were closed and our foreheads were attached. We just the happiness of the moment wash over us in silence until Mandy's phone vibrated with the message that Mom wanted both of us home in five minutes. 

Moms don't need to be told anything I they have some sort of secret powers to know everything. I just thought to myself about how great it will be to have a kid that Mandy and I will raise togather. Well, those are matters for the future and now, all I could think about, was how great Mandy's palms- one of which was fastened around my hand - will feel rubbing all over my body. 

At home, no one even asked what happened, or if we had made up, because it was quite obvious from our shy yet lustful glances that we had. I think Sophie tried to make eye contact with me, and even smile at me, but I completely iced her out. It was quite easy, because my mine was anyway consumed with the thoughts of my Mandy and how awesome it is that we are back together.

Dad came back from work in the evening, we had a lovely dinner, during which Many and I kept playing footsies and half way through the meal Mom said, "Oh my god! Will you two cut it out? Just wait for dinner to be over and you can go to your bedroom." Both of us turned beet-red, but Dad just high-fived both of us at the same time. 

Finally we were alone and inside that oh-so familiar room, we didn't waste no time with pleasantries or foreplay. We tore each other's clothes off amid frantic kissing and licking, before falling on the bed together. We looked at each other with lust-filled eyes and dove out tongues into each other's mouths again, ad out hands roughly rubbed, tugged and pulled at naked skin.

Soon enough, I had both my legs on either side of Mandy's body, and from my vantage position I softly caressed her face before roughly pulling it up for another smoldering kiss. Her fingers began rubbing against my flimsy panties as my assault moved on to her chin and then down to the side of her neck.

The position was getting a little uncomfortable so I moved her palm from my pussy and lifted her thigh and positioned myself so that I got maximum pleasure from the friction, and started worshiping her breasts.

I knew them so well, but I had missed them for a month.. I smelled them, I rubbed my cheek against them , I licked and I bit them until I was sure she got all the pleasure I could give her from it. Meanwhile my movement against her thigh grew more frantic by the second, until I spilled all my juices onto her strong leg and fell limply over her.

While she waited for me to recover, she planted loving kisses all over my face and on the top of my head. After a few seconds, I lifted my head from between her glorious globes and kissed her again.

"I love you," I said against her lips.

She pulled my lower lip between her teeth and as I gasped, she I felt sharp pain in my nipples. I couldn't scream though, because her mouth covered mine and as soon I felt her fingertips flutter at the tip of my nipples I forgot the pain anyway.

I moaned into Mandy's mouth and without breaking out lip-to-lip contact she turned us over so that she was on top. Before I could make sense of what this new sensation was in my breasts sh distracted me by urgently sucking down her way to my nipples. She lifted one of my huge breasts up and indicated that I suck it and when I did, I came to the full realization that I had nipples clamps on.

The vision turned me on so much, and soon we were both lapping at the tip of each of my breasts. After a while I felt her lick down to my belly button and bite it before getting up. "Please Mandy come back," I whimpered shamelessly.

She smiled naughtily, before she walked up to our stash of sex toys and took out the black double headed dildo. Seeing Mandy lick one of the heads of the slightly curved dildo made my pussy drip in anticipation again.

Seductively walking up to me again, she pushed the head that was wet with her saliva into me. I gasped at the welcome intrusion and sat up, grabbing her face and kissing her roughly. I bit her neck, where the mark I permanently left had started to fade. I sucked on it with renewed vigor, until I was certain she was once against visibly marked as mine. 

Although she did not get my urge in putting a hickey on her initially, this act had recently become one of her major sexual triggers. She moaned and pulled the double headed dick out of me. Almost violently she shoved the dry end into my mouth and watched me give it a blowjob; then she joined me. 

After we both felt like we have coated it well with our saliva, we placed it between us, and let it enter our pussies simultaneously. It started out slow, but we soon found ourselves getting urgent and frantic. Grabbing on to each other's amble breasts we rode into oblivion, before sleeping off in awkward positions. 

I vaguely remember Mandy pulling the dick from inside our bodies after a short nap and snuggling against me.