"Is everything OK in there?" Krista asked as she rounded the corner.
Despite all the times I'd been tempted to tell Krista about the secret, dark side of her best friend, this certainly wasn't how I wanted her to find out. I also wasn't sure how Tamara would respond if Krista discovered the horrible truth. It was entirely possible her ignorance was all that shielded her from Tamara's newly discovered and sociopathically sexual needs.
Tamara apparently felt the same way I did about keeping Krista in the dark. She leapt to her feet faster than I'd ever seen her move before. I practically knocked her down again as I quickly pulled myself up using one of the pantry shelves.
"What happened?" Krista asked.
I could barely focus my thoughts over the deafening pounding of my heart. Adrenaline pumped through my body causing my knees to feel weak, and the rest of the world melted away. Tamara answered before I could form a coherent response.
"Sara tripped over those cans on the floor." She motioned to some large cans of halved peaches we'd stashed on the floor umpteen months ago. "And I fell trying to catch her."
"Oh, God!" Krista responded. "Are you both alright?"
"We're fine. No harm done! Right, Sara?"
My senses were slowly returning to normal. I realized they were both looking to me for confirmation.
"Uh... yeah, I'm good." I forced a smile. How much had Krista seen? It didn't seem possible that she'd seen nothing.
"You guys were gone for a while..."
"Yeah, sorry!" Tamara shrugged. "We were having trouble finding the syrup."
"Isn't that it right over there?" Krista asked, pointing to the shelf behind Tamara.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Tamara laughed. "It's amazing how easily you can miss something right in front of you."
I wondered if Tamara was intentionally poking at Krista's naive ignorance or if the irony in her comment was unintentional. Tamara grabbed the syrup from the shelf and walked past Krista as if everything was perfectly normal.
"Coming?" Krista asked me.
"Yeah... of course." I responded while following closely behind Tamara.
As we arrived back at the table, I knew there was no way I could sit at the table with Tamara right now. Every time I looked at her, all I could think about was her wet mound hovering over my face. It was certainly not very appetizing to say the least.
"You know, I'm not very hungry anymore... and I'm still not feeling well. I think I'm going to go lie down for a bit." I excused myself and quickly made my way upstairs.
Once I was out of sight, I practically ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I fell to the floor and, before I realized it, started sobbing uncontrollably. I was still in shock at what Tamara had done to me. She hadn't shown even the smallest shred of remorse. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Tamara had been unnervingly confident that what happened last night wasn't going to be an isolated event.
I was beginning to understand that Tamara wasn't used to being told 'no'. I felt more trapped and conflicted than ever before. I wanted so badly to tell Krista what was going on behind her back. Even if it didn't change anything, at least I would have her there when I needed the moral support. However, I was far too humiliated and, quite frankly, disgusted by what had happened. It was the ultimate violation, and the longer I went without telling anyone, the more ashamed I felt at the thought of admitting it to anyone what Tamara was doing to me. I was afraid I would be judged for not speaking up earlier. The fact was, I should have seen last night coming from a mile away.
After I had let things go this far, was I the one at fault for unintentionally telling Tamara, through silence, that I was OK with what she was doing to me? Perhaps I'd been sending her mixed messages in some way, asking for what she'd done to me. After all, I had gone over to her house and licked her ass. It was out of desperation, but I'd done it all on my own. Was it so unreasonable that she'd think I was OK with that and more? This all started because I'd been a bitch to Tamara growing up. I wasn't about to deny that a part of me was still worried that maybe I really did deserve all the payback I was receiving.
At the same time, I was afraid to hurt Krista by causing her to think that her own sister was having a sordid love affair with her love interest, or cause her to unwillingly suffer the same fate at Tamara's hands. It would be hard enough to explain to Krista that I'd licked her best friend's ass without having to explain to her that I did so without Tamara even asking. I still couldn't shake that memory. I felt so ashamed of myself for what I had done, despite how necessary it had felt at the time.
In spite of everything, I knew I'd suffer through it all again if only to protect Krista. I broke down a second time as I noticed how awful I looked in the mirror. I realized with disgust that my face was still slightly wet from when Tamara had been on my face moments ago. I turned on the water to the shower and let it warm as I tore my clothes off.
The hot water stung my skin. The pain seemed worse now that I remembered the cause. My nose probably hurt the worst. I knew now it was not, in fact, from a developing cold but from the hours of aggressive humping I had to endure where my nose had been Tamara's primary plaything. I'd probably spent more than an hour over the evening just with Tamara's clitoris rubbing against my nose. She'd also not had any reservations about fucking it like a tiny dildo. I couldn't help but recall the sensations of my nose sliding in and out of her. She'd been unbelievably wet. And it was impossible to purge my mind of the squishing sound of her mound mashing against my face, or her strong, musky scent. However, the worst part was not being able to get away from any of it. I'd been completely at her mercy. It's hard to describe the way it feels to realize that no matter what you say or do, your face is about to be covered with another woman's cum. And then on top of that, to think you're finally about to be free only to have her proceed to smear her thick, sticky cum over your entire face as the entire process begins all over again. I was shaking with anger as I let myself get pulled into memories of last night. I needed to pull myself together.
My breasts were nearly as sore, but that was no surprise after the abuse they'd suffered. I would not have felt so scared if Tamara was just getting payback, and she was being sadistic in the process. No, what terrified me to know it was how she was getting her rocks off doing it. I remembered something else she'd told me last night. She'd had her very first orgasm while riding my face. I found that more than a little hard to believe. I was still a virgin myself, and I'd never even been kissed. Yet, despite my own naivety, I was no stranger to the occasional "self-indulgence." If that was genuinely her first time, I definitely didn't want to see what she would be like once she really got comfortable with her sexuality.
I let the water pour over my face, washing Tamara's juices off my skin and out of my hair. I scrubbed my entire body, letting the suds cover my skin. I rubbed my breasts softly, squeezing them as I let myself get lost in the comforting warmth of the water. Despite how sensitive they were, the warm water felt nice. I bit my lip as I continued to caress my small, but perky breasts. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have a chest like Tamara. Despite everything, she was right about one thing; I was more than a little jealous of her chest.
I pushed thoughts of her ample bosom from my mind as I continued to massage my own breasts. My right hand drifted down my stomach and between my legs. Perhaps I'd feel better after relieving some tension. My fingers slid over my lips, teasing them. As I rubbed my chest, thoughts of Tamara's breasts popped unwillingly back into my head. Fuck. I couldn't get turned on thinking about those things. I forced my thoughts to Daniel, a guy I'd worked with until my recent "suspension" from my job, on whom I'd had a major crush. That did the trick. As I let my mind wander, I enjoyed the sensations my fingers were giving me. I was just glad I'd found a way to stop thinking about Tamara's chest.
I wondered what they'd look like covered in sudsy water. 'Damn it!' I swore to myself. The more I tried to focus on not thinking about them, the more I couldn't get them to stop popping into my head. I'd lost any sense of arousal I'd had, and it wasn't coming back as long as I couldn't control my own thoughts.
I remembered that I'd had no trouble whatsoever getting turned on in my dream last night, which was very bizarre. There was literally nothing about that dream that should have turned me on. I thought it over again in my mind. I'd been utterly powerless as Tamara told me what to do. Granted, I generally felt powerless around her these days, but I didn't even have the ability to say no. Not only that, but I remembered a desperate desire to taste her. The very thought now repulsed me. I was just glad that, in my dream, Tamara had stopped me.
'Damn it.' I swore under my breath as I gave up. I just couldn't enjoy myself when Tamara kept popping back into my mind. And even if I managed to focus my thoughts, I could still smell her scent on my face. That wasn't something I could tune out. I finally gave up trying to scrub her scent away and turned off the water. As I dried myself, I felt somewhat better, but I was extra tense after failing to achieve my own release. It just didn't seem fair that Tamara was able to have a million orgasms while simultaneously keeping me from having any, especially when she was nowhere to be found.
I dressed and put on some basic makeup. I looked a lot less disheveled now, but I still felt terrible. I just hoped no one else could smell Tamara's musky scent still on me as well as I could. I peeked out into the hallway. The coast was clear, so I darted into my bedroom. Despite the fact it was Christmas, I didn't want any more human contact today than necessary.
I fell back into my bed. I just lay there, unable to focus on anything. I tried to relax, but I didn't feel safe here. Not only that, but I didn't feel safe anywhere. Tamara had turned into a sex-crazed monster with an appetite for--me! I tried to remember how this had happened, but I wasn't sure anymore where the defining moment had been. I was startled by a knock at the door.
"Sara?" A voice asked through the door. It was Krista. I'd been terrified for a brief moment that Tamara was back. It occurred to me, I probably should have locked my door. Then again, it wasn't like it had ever kept out Tamara. The door opened slightly. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I said reluctantly. "Where's Tamara?"
"She had to run to the store for a toothbrush. She apparently lost hers."
"Wait," I asked in alarm, "Why does she need a new toothbrush?"
"Oh, sorry. I guess I should have run it by you, but she's staying again tonight."
