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."
