Lick 'n Tiff - Chapter Four - Tiffany's Fever
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It was a soft sound, my mother's sound, and she was always so considerate, even when she knocked on my bedroom door.
"Tiffany? Are you awake?" I heard her voice, but only muted like the rapping. Everything was turned down, way down, because my ears were just about to…Pop!
"Yea…Yeas…Uh-huhhhhhmmmm…" I sighed.
"It's almost six-thirty. You're going to be late for school," she told me, like I didn't already know that someplace in my head. I just couldn't remember where.
"Ummmm…Lick…Lick…Me…Ahhhh…" I had to moan then. Maybe loudly too, because like I said, the whole world was turned way down...except for me.
"Tiffany?" More rapping. "Are you okay?"
"Oh!" I gasped, breathing hard and blinking at my mom as she opened the door.
"What's the matter?" she asked, suddenly concerned because she was my mom and a pretty good one.
"I…I…" I swallowed hard, clutching the blanket between my fists, pulled up high above my heaving breasts.
"You look terrible, dear." Mom crossed my bedroom and sat down on the bed. She put a hand to my forehead. "You're burning up!"
I just nodded at her, holding my breath as my whole body had gone stiff. I lay rigid at just that second because if I relaxed, if I let the tension go, I'd melt into a big, wet puddle of 16 year old girl. Right there in my bed, and wouldn't that be a mess!
"Hold on, I'm going to get the thermometer," Mom told me, and she was up and leaving, and then I let that hot breath out with a whoosh.
"Oh my God!" I gasped and my body shook like I was made out of pink Jell-O or something.
And Licorice crawled up from between my legs, pushing himself along my body beneath the sheets. I lifted the blanket and saw him licking his lips and grinning as he approached my face for a kiss. I felt him on my tummy, his fur pressing on my breasts as I let go of the blanket and hugged him.
"You bad boy!" I whispered, squeezing my thighs together and then opening my mouth for his tongue. He liked it when I tasted myself on him, when he could share my orgasms with me.
Lick was Frenching me deep when my mom came back into the room. I held the back of his neck, scratching him behind the ears while I tickled his long, thick tongue with mine. I swallowed our spit and reluctantly let him go.
"Hey! Shoo!" Mom frowned and Licorice gave her a petulant look, but when I gave him a tiny scrunch of my nose, Lick knew we had to chill for a bit.
Lick was a really smart dog, black labs are one of the smartest breeds around, and he loved my mom just like I did, but he didn't always understand her. Neither did I, for that matter. We were probably lucky that Mom had been too worried about me to notice the huge lump of dog under my blankets earlier. She worried about ticks, but I knew Lick didn't have any of those.
"That's why you have a fever," she chided us both. "I told you before not to kiss the dog like that. You just don't know where his mouth has been, Tiffany!"
"But I know exactly…Mmmpphh…" I couldn't say anymore because my mom was pushing the thermometer under my tongue. That was probably for the best because she didn't need to know his tongue had been digging a well between my thighs. Jeeze! I was soaked down there!
"Now you keep that there and I'll be back in a minute." She glanced at Licorice. "I suppose you want to go outside, huh?"
Lick wagged his tail at her, trying to look all innocent, like he hadn't been feasting on my little blonde pussy for the last half hour. He was such a poseur! I gave him a playful frown, crinkling my pert upturned nose at him, but under my blanket I was rubbing my clit too. It had gotten hard as a little pebble, thrumming with excitement and eager for more. I had to keep touching myself; it felt too good to stop.
"Come on then, Licorice…" Mom patted her thigh.
She really did like him a lot, even though Mom pretended like she was only putting up with him. Probably it was just a reaction to the obvious affection I had towards him. Like she had to assume the stern, responsible dog owner role, since I more or less played the silly, irresponsible girlfriend role for him. And yeah, Lick did need some parenting, just like I did. He wasn't really that mature, being just almost 4 years old and spoiled enough so he acted like he was still a puppy.
So, I laid there, twiddling my thumb over my clit, feeling that big wet stain under my butt. I'd soaked my bed…Again. It happened sometimes, but mostly after school, not before school. In the mornings, like just after we woke up, I might give him a blowjob maybe, since he liked that a lot. Or sometimes we'd make love, if I'd happened to wake up early enough, like at five-thirty or so. But only once in awhile did Licorice go down on me, mostly because when he did it was lights out for Tiffany!
It messed me up for the whole day!
I swear, that dog had a seven inch tongue and it never got tired! He could go for an hour easily if I let him, and most often I did because I didn't have a whole lot of willpower. Like this morning, I hadn't asked Lick to do it, we'd just moved around in our sleep, you know, the way people do, and somehow his face had ended up between my thighs.
Of course, I didn't have any panties on either. I hadn't worn panties to bed since I'd been 14 and started sleeping with Lick every night. He didn't much like panties and wondered why I wore them at all. I'd long given up trying to explain stuff like that though. Mostly I agreed with him and I skipped out on underwear whenever I could get away with it. Sometimes I even went to school bare naked under my skirt just to tease both of us.
But don't tell my mom that, she'd freak. Like right after God made people? He'd made underwear, according to her, and then He'd rested. I bet I had more underwear than any other two girls at my school, The Virgin Mary Academy. I had pretty boring underwear too, like plain white panties and bras…Blah. I'd managed to get a few pairs that were kinda sexy, even a couple thongs, but only because I'd bought them myself. All my mom ever bought me were plain white bikini panties and equally dull bras.
I swear, for a mother who was so desperate to get me hooked up with a boyfriend, she sure wasn't helping me very much. That wasn't entirely bad though, because I didn't want a boyfriend. I only picked out the lacy underwear for Licorice, cause he might like them, you know? Even a dog can change his mind. He was my real boyfriend anyway and girls are supposed to wear sexy stuff for their boyfriends. I liked being sexy for him.
Oh…Mom's coming back.
"Okay, let's see." Mom pursed her lips, looking at the mercury. "Hmmm…99.4…That's not too bad, I guess. You still look a little peaked though."
"Yeah," I nodded, sensing something really cool and unexpected coming. "I feel kinda…"
"You better stay home today and get some rest," she decided, stroking my cheek with her fingers. "The last thing you need is to come down with something serious."
"Kay Mom," I said weakly and trying to look vaguely disappointed. Not totally disappointed or she'd get suspicious, but just a little, like I was going to miss my friends. She knew I wasn't going to miss my classes.
"Maybe I should stay home too," Mom said, sitting on bed and frowning a little. She was always too protective and this was the downside of having my orgasms being mistaken for a cold.
"I'll be okay," I said softly, knowing this was a lot like fishing, even though I didn't like fishing. I had to play the line carefully, giving Mom some slack, and reeling her in gently until the hook was set…She'd already taken the bait. Now I just had to get her into the boat - meaning out of the house.
"Are you sure?" she asked with a concerned smile. "I don't like leaving you here by yourself."
"Yeah, I'll just stay in bed with Licorice," I said, but maybe a little too eagerly.
"Hmmm…That's what I'm afraid of." My mom was getting away.
"He didn't make me sick, Mom." I rolled my eyes a little, cause sometimes that actually worked, like she would realize that she was being silly.
"Maybe not," she shrugged. "But you need more than a dog to take care of you. I better stay home."
"Mom…" I started, but then I stopped. What was I going to do, beg her not to stay? That wasn't going to do anything but arouse her suspicions.
"What?" My mom had started getting up, now she stopped and looked at me.
"Uh, can I have some orange juice?" I asked, wondering what I was going to do all day with my mom hovering over me. That would be even worse than school.
"Of course, dear," she smiled. "I'll get you some aspirin too."
"Okay," I sighed.
Drats! I had just a flash of me and Licorice making love all day long in my bed, and now this. My mom was going to mother me. Smother me, more like, and I was feeling fantastic! Except for that emptiness in my womb and the cold wet stain of girl goo under my butt. I could fix all of that though, but my mom…This wasn't any good. I needed to come up with a plan or something, but I'm not exactly a devious person. I'm pretty much just me…Blonde and blue eyed and about as devious as…as…as jumping through a window.
I didn't try to hide my love for Licorice from anyone, not even my mom. She knew how much I loved him; I'd told her repeatedly that I was his bitch. That he was my boyfriend. She always shrugged it off though, pretended like I was joking, or mostly changed the subject to finding me a boyfriend. A real one, as if Licorice wasn't just because he was a dog.
I didn't tell her about how much sex we had, but only because it wasn't really her business anyway. I mean, I didn't ask her about Dr. Hanson, and I knew they'd done it at least twice because he'd told me all about it. But that's only because Dr. Hanson was Lick's vet and my friend, not because I'd asked. It wasn't my business. So mom didn't need to know about what me and my boyfriend did either, right?
"Here you go, Tiffany," Mom said, handing me the aspirin and I reached for them without thinking. "Why is your hand wet?"
"What? Oh!" I looked down at my right hand which was glistening wet with my pussy juices. "It's nothing."
I shrugged and licked my palm, and then my fingers too while Mom watched me, and she was obviously puzzled. I've often found the best explanations to things that have no explanation, is just not to even try and explain them. Really. Just ignore it completely. That works too, at least sometimes, and Mom let it go. She gave me the aspirin while I secretly savored the tangy sweet flavor of my own pussy.
Maybe that sounds sorta gay or something, but I'm not any more of a lesbian than the next girl. I just thought my pussy tasted really good and I could understand why Licorice liked to go down on me. If I was him? I'd lick me all the time too and sometimes I wondered if other girls tasted like me, much the same way I wondered if other dogs tasted like Lick. I didn't really have any strong urge to find out or anything, I was pretty happy with just me and him, but I wouldn't be scared either. That's all I'm saying.
"Are you sure you feel okay?" Mom was looking at me funny, since I'd just licked my hand for no good reason at all. I wondered if she could smell my pussy juice. I couldn't, but probably I'd gotten too used to the aroma.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm just tired, Mom. I'm going to sleep for awhile, okay?"
"Sure. Okay Tiff," she nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek, taking my half empty glass of orange juice with her as she left.
I watched the door close and then I was up, going to my window and opening it carefully, trying not to make any noise. It wasn't an overly large window by any means, just average sized, but it didn't have a screen so that was good. Plus it overlooked the opposite side of the house, away from the kitchen and the patio and all that.
I just hoped Mom hadn't let Lick back into the house yet. She probably hadn't, I figured, since she'd been busy with me, for one thing. And for another, she'd probably want him outside while she cleaned the house. My mom was like that. She'd take a day off from work because I was sick and spend it cleaning the house. I swear, my mom needed help!
Anyway, I opened the window and whistled softly.
"Lick…Come here…Hurry up..." I whispered.
He came running because he is pretty smart, even for a boyfriend, and he's a good jumper too. A really good jumper and I just got out of the way before he came through that window, kind of crashing when he landed because he didn't know exactly what was on the other side of the sill. Lick tended to forget about stuff that wasn't right in front of him, but that's okay, Lick had great reflexes too. He kinda crash landed and then just sat there smiling at me and looking around like he expected applause.
"You're such a boy," I giggled and rolled my eyes. "Come on…Get under the covers before Mom catches us…"
I got Lick back into the good spot, right between my spread thighs, and this time I had my knees up and a book in my hands, like I was reading. If my mom came in unexpectedly all she'd see was my knees, and not Licorice hiding inside the little tent they made, lapping happily at my pussy while I came all over his long pink tongue!
"Ohhh Lick…Go ahead…Uhmmm-hmmmm…Make me sick all day…All day long…" I urged him, lifting my bare butt and feeling the tip of his tongue slipping between my swollen pussy lips.
It was like wet rough sandpaper and he used it from my little pink butthole all the way up to my hard pink clitty. Licorice had to be about the best boyfriend in the whole world, I figured, even if he did make me miss a little school sometimes.