I lounged around in bed until early afternoon. Krista had left earlier in the morning to run some errands, so I had no real motivation to leave her bed. I just couldn't see the point. Her bed was warm and soft; it made me feel safe. Being home alone, I was likely no safer in Krista's bed than I would have been in my own. However, I had never been violated in my sister's bed. Tamara had tried once, but Krista had unknowingly protected me.
The full feeling of the anal plug Tamara had forced upon me last night had a very de-motivating effect. At least by lying still, I could almost forget it was there. "Almost" being the operative word. There was always a lingering discomfort, but the minute I moved it was impossible to ignore. I was self-conscious just being around other people. I worried somehow they would just know--perhaps they would see the outline of the belt through my clothes or notice me walking funny. As far as I could tell, no one seemed to think there was anything strange about my behavior, but it was hard to believe that something so obvious and all-encompassing to me could be completely invisible to others.
Unfortunately, I knew I would have to get out of bed eventually. Not only was I getting hungry, but I was feeling a slight cramping in my lower body. It was a feeling I had been dreading since last night, but it had happened much sooner than I'd hoped. Was I really going to have to go to Tamara every time I had to use the bathroom? I could already see this becoming a huge headache. What if I couldn't find her? What if she was busy? Hell, what if she just didn't want to take it off of me one day? That seemed unlikely, but the possibility scared me.
*****
I waited as long as I could. I had finally pulled myself out of bed for a late lunch, but I wasn't able to enjoy myself. All throughout lunch, I struggled to ignore my growing discomfort. Even over the next couple hours, I just sat there trying to wish away my frustrating situation. However, when I heard the garage door opening, it was the push that got me out the door. I didn't want to deal with Krista right now. I didn't want her to start asking questions. I locked the door behind me, but I waited quietly until I heard the garage door closing to sneak to my own car parked in the driveway. I knew where I had to go.
Driving there was easy, but it turned out the rest was not so easy. The first time I reached Tamara's house, I hadn't yet committed mentally to stopping. It was four times around the block before I finally forced myself to park. Or rather, my situation forced me to park. I wasn't at all mentally ready to be here at Tamara's house again, but circumstances were forcing my hand.
I sighed, and made my way to Tamara's window. Despite knocking several times, no one came to the window. Panicked, I went to the front door and rang the doorbell. Crap. I should have texted her before coming over, but I hadn't really committed myself to going through with this until I got here. Tamara's mom answered the door.
"Hello," I said politely. "Is Tamara home?"
"Who is it?" I heard Tamara yell before her mom could respond to me.
"I suppose that answers your question?" She smiled. I didn't much feel like smiling back.
Tamara appeared at the door.
"Sara? What are you doing here?"
"I... I just thought I'd see if you wanted to... hang out," I asked, not knowing what to say with her mom next to her.
"Oh, sure!" She grabbed my wrist and pulled me in, closing the door behind me. She turned to her mom while pulling me toward her room. "Mom, it's OK if Sara and I hang out in my room, right?"
"Sure, honey! You two go have fun! But remember you have to leave for your appointment in an hour."
"Crap. I forgot about that," Tamara grumbled. "I guess we'll just hang out until then."
*****
As Tamara locked her door, I sat down on her bed. I would never feel comfortable in her room, it was too much like walking into the lion's den. It was especially awkward having to walk past her parents without them having any idea what was going on in their little girls' room.
"I'm so glad to see you, Sara. I didn't expect you to be back so soon," she smiled. "I'm sorry we don't have a lot of time to play now, but I guess that's a risk we face with our little game."
Game? I wanted so badly to tell her that this wasn't a game to me. But I knew better. Talking back to Tamara never worked out in my favor.
"Since you're in a hurry, why don't you just let me use the restroom now, and we can resume this another time?" I asked as nicely as I could.
"I admit we would need a few hours to have some really kinky fun, but there's no point in letting this time go to waste."
Tamara sat down near the head of her bed, and pulled herself up so she was leaning against the headboard. She reached down, crossed her arms, and pulled her shirt over her head tossing it to the floor. I was as in awe as ever at the stark contrast between her pale, white skin and the freckles which covered most of her body. That was part of why her breasts were so entrancing. As she pulled off her bra, I observed the milky complexion of her large breasts, almost devoid of freckles compared with the rest of her body. They would have been captivating enough just for their size and perkiness, but they were so smooth and pale. Her slightly puffy areola and pink nipples standing out even more than her freckles did on the rest of her skin.
"What are you doing, Tamara?" I asked, confused.
"We may not have a lot of time, but it's been awhile since my chest has been given proper attention. That's largely my fault. I can always tell how much you want to kiss my breasts, but I admit I'm usually too horny to let you near anywhere but my pussy these days. This is your chance to suck my tits to your hearts content."
"I don't want to kiss your breasts," I started to protest.
"I know, I know. You'd rather feel my pussy on your face, but don't pretend you don't like my breasts. You haven't taken your eyes off them since I took of my bra. She was right, of course. But that didn't mean I wanted to suck them.
"You're right, Tamara. You do have an incredible chest. In fact, I would rather kiss your breasts more than anything else." It was worth a try.
Tamara just laughed. "You don't need to lie to me to make me feel better. I know you'd rather have your tongue inside me right now," she teased. "Now get over here and show your goddess the proper respect."
I reluctantly crawled over to her, lowering my lips to her breasts. Slowly and sensually, I caressed her soft skin with my lips. Each kiss was slow, wet, and deliberate. I opened my mouth as I kissed her, allowing my lips to caress her skin. She really did have incredible breasts. If I was going to have to kiss any breasts, they were about the sexiest breasts I probably could have imagined. It was only when I remembered whose nipple my tongue was sliding over that it eliminated most of the potential sexiness and snapped me back to reality.
Having covered every inch of each breast, I began to primarily focus my attention on her areola and nipples, letting my tongue circle sensually. As my tongue trailed from the edge of her areola to the edge of her nipple, I closed my lips around her breast. I suckled gently, sliding my tongue back and forth over each nipple. Her breathy moans told me I was doing it right. I kept expecting the intensity of her enjoyment to eventually peak, but it never did.
