I awoke with a start. I couldn't believe how awful my nightmares had become. I had no idea what would have caused me to dream that Tamara, my younger sister's best friend would use me as a human dildo. I suspected it was a lot of latent fears coupled with what I'd witnessed my sister doing on top of me while she'd thought I was sound asleep. We'd fallen asleep together watching a movie, and I'd awoken to Krista masturbating while still laying partially top of me. However, I'd take that to being around Tamara any day. It was a good thing that the dream wasn't realistic; I suspected that if a similar situation ever occurred, Tamara would have no hesitation whatsoever about shoving me in whatever perverted holes she could think of.
Tamara's perverse pleasure from tormenting me seemed incapable of reaching a plateau. It was just getting worse each time she caught me alone, and I worried she would take things too far.
I rubbed my eyes and realized I'd fallen back asleep after watching my sister rub herself. I hadn't seen anything, thankfully, as her hand had been obscured in her clothing. But---oh, God--I'd just remembered that she'd accidentally wiped her hand on my arm before we'd both fallen back asleep. Actually, where had she gone? I decided to figure that out after I'd made my way to the kitchen and washed my arm. Krista stopped me two steps into the kitchen.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Krista was standing at the stove cooking what smelled like sausage and scrambled eggs. She was wearing short shorts and a tight tank with a towel on her head. I always felt a little jealous when I looked at her. At this particular moment, it was her long, toned, and tan legs which mocked me most.
"Er... hi," I responded with surprise and mild panic.
"I made breakfast for you," Krista smiled. She was in an awfully peppy mood. I couldn't remember the last time she'd made breakfast. Perhaps she was still feeling good from her earlier *activity*. Either way, I still desperately wanted to wash my arm.
"That's so sweet," I replied, "but I was just about to go take a shower."
"Pssh! Shower later, food now!" She grinned.
"You bet... just let me go wash my hands," I tried again.
"Oh, you can use the sink here. I'm finished with it."
I hesitated but, seeing no way out, complied. I felt trapped, and I couldn't wash my arm without potentially making her suspicious. As far as I was concerned at that moment, Krista could never, ever know that I'd seen her masturbating. And she could especially never know that I'd sat by quietly and watched--watched as she wiped her--I couldn't bring myself to think the word. I'd done nothing as she touched herself and then touched me. I sat at the table reluctantly.
"What's the special occasion?" I inquired.
"No occasion! Just wanted to do something nice for you. I had to get up earlier to be ready for work anyway." That explained the towel.
I dug in as she served my plate. It wasn't a complex meal, but it was delicious. As I ate, I occasionally caught a whiff of something. It smelled different from the food, but I couldn't quite place it. As I finished eating, I realized the scent was coming from my arm. Oh, God. I was smelling my sister on my arm. I nearly vomited.
"That was delicious," I said hurriedly as I lost the rest of my appetite.
"Thanks," her smile disappeared as she checked the time, "Oops! I have to run!"
She darted upstairs to finish getting ready, and I made my way back to the sink and scrubbed my arm vigorously with soap. Just as I finished up, my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered as I accepted the call.
"Sara? Where are you? You were supposed to be at work an hour ago."
Damn it. I'd completely forgotten. My mind was so preoccupied lately with everything going on that I'd barely given any thought to work. Even while there, I'd been thinking about what Tamara had done to me, or wondering whether she would be waiting for me when I left work.
"I'm so sorry. I've been having some personal issues, but I'll be in as soon as I can." I started to hurry upstairs.
"Don't worry about coming in today. In fact, I'm taking you off the schedule."
I relaxed. "I'm so glad you understand. When are you putting me back on?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure."
"What are you talking about?"
The voice on the other end hesitated. "We've been getting complaints lately, and you've been noticeably distracted. We can't put you back until we know you can handle it."
"But..." I started to protest.
"Just take some time to work out whatever is affecting your performance and let me know in a month or two."
I sighed. They were right. "Wait, who complained about me?" I asked.
"I'm afraid we can't reveal any details about customer complaints, but suffice it to say she was very unhappy with how you treated her."
"Her? Was it a short red-head?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Look, without her permission, I really can't tell you anything more. I'm sorry."
The call ended shortly after. I hadn't been able to get any more details, but I knew. Tamara was sabotaging me. I'd basically just lost my job, but it was true I'd been distracted lately. I didn't blame them. I blamed her.
"See you tonight!" Krista darted out the door before I could respond.
As I stood there alone, I realized I had to talk to Tamara. Things couldn't continue like this. She was destroying my life. I picked my phone back up and dialed.
"Hello?" I heard a voice answer on the other end.
"Tamara? It's me, Sara. We need to talk."
"So...talk."
"Not on the phone. In person." I needed her to know how serious I was; I needed her to know I wasn't afraid of her--even if I didn't know that myself.
"When and where?"
"Now," I paused, thinking. "Somewhere public... Library?"
"You want to meet? Come to my house. I don't feel like going out."
"Y-your house?"
She laughed. "Don't worry, my mom will be here."
"Fine," I conceded, "I'll be there in thirty minutes?"
"See you then." The phone call disconnected.
I really, really hoped I wasn't making a mistake. I was about to walk into the proverbial lion's den. I just hoped I wouldn't end up in the lion's mouth. I had a flashback to my all too recent dream where I'd literally been in the mouth of the lion, aka Tamara. I shuddered as I remembered the nauseating realism of my dream. At least the unrealistic nature of the situation meant I didn't need to worry about something like that actually happening to me.
I did some basic getting ready and hopped into my car. The whole drive over, I kept praying I wasn't going to regret this. What if she thought I was secretly looking for an excuse to come over for more of her abuse? I sighed. Even standing in front of her doorstep, I was having serious second thoughts. I'd been motivated after that phone call, but I was feeling less brave now. I couldn't bring myself to ring the doorbell. No. I'd just call her and tell her I changed my mind. I couldn't do this after all. As I was starting to turn, the door opened.
Tamara stood in the door. She was wearing black leggings and a tight t-shirt. Her red curls bounced as if she'd just had a blowout and her hair styled. She was wearing slightly heavier makeup than normal, but still natural looking. However, her green eyes popped. I'd never seen her look so beautiful, it caught me more off guard than I already was.
"T-Tamara," I stuttered.
"Don't look so surprised to see me," she laughed, "you're the one who came to my house."
I hesitated. Why was she so made up? It wasn't for me, was it? Could she really be into women after all? I started to panic.
"Can we make this fast? I've got a date in a little while I need to finish getting ready for."
"Date?" I asked, relieved.
"Yeah, that's why I wanted to meet here. Come on in."
I exhaled as I allowed myself to calm down. I followed her down the hall, but started to tense again as I realized she was leading me to her bedroom.
"So... um, where's your mom?" I asked, "I've never met her."
"Oh, she's around." Tamara opened her door for me. I was having second thoughts again, but I strengthened my resolve. Running wouldn't solve anything. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself as Tamara closed the door behind me.
"Look," I started, "I need to know what I can do to make this stop."
"Come again?" Tamara asked, confused.
"This whole punishing me kick you're on. I know I've been a bitch to you, but I'm so sorry. I've more than lived up to your original punishment demands. Can't we just put this behind us?" I begged.
"I don't know..." Tamara hesitated.
"Please," I continued, "I'll do anything."
"I'll tell you what... if you can convince me here and now that you're truly sorry, I'll consider it."
I knew immediately what I had to do. What she wanted me to do. I would have done anything--that much I meant. I couldn't hesitate. I had to show her I was serious; I might not have another chance. I knelt down in front of her, and put my hands on her waist, spinning her around. I would show her how serious I was.
I took a deep breath and slid down her leggings to reveal black, cotton panties stretched over her ass. I tried to push my dream out of my head as I slid my fingers into the elastic band of her panties and tugged them down. My face had been nestled between her butt cheeks so many times, and who knows how many hours, by now that this should have been easier. Her white ass came slowly into view as I pulled her panties all the way down. Even as I stared at her ass crack, knowing my face would soon be pressed into it, I hesitated. This had always been forced on me before. Doing it willingly was a different matter, but that's why it would show her I was serious.
I decided I needed to work up to it. I pressed my soft softly against her skin, literally kissing her ass. I continued alternating between kissing and licking every inch of her exposed skin until I knew I couldn't delay any longer. I gradually brought my lips closer with each kiss until I was staring between her cheeks. I reached up and gently bent her over and separated her cheeks. I began softly kissing my way toward her anus, dreading every minute of it.
I slid my tongue out along her butt crack, delaying the inevitable as I continued inching closer. Finally, I took the plunge and pressed my lips against her anus. She moaned softly as I did. I continued massaging her anus with my tongue as I forced myself to zone out as best I could. I tried my hardest not to think about what I was doing, and I continued for what felt like forever. I was afraid to be the one to stop if she wasn't ready for me to quit. I was determined to make this the last time I was in this situation with Tamara.
"Alright, I've got to finish getting ready now," she laughed after some time.
"So... we're even now?" I asked cautiously.
"I'll have to get back to you on that. I was honestly just looking for a sincere apology, but I think you definitely surpassed my expectations," she laughed again.
