"I'll bet you can't think of a better birthday present than getting your casts off."
"I don't know. I could think of some pretty amazing birthday presents," I winked at Tamara as I squeezed her ass.
"There's no reason you have to choose between the two," Tamara grinned suggestively.
"Alright," the doctor announced, bringing his cart into the room. "Let's get those casts off."
Tamara and I jumped to attention. We exchanged guilty looks as the doctor prepared for the procedure, oblivious to the nature of the banter he had interrupted.
As the doctor diligently went about his work, Tamara and I could scarcely take our eyes off each other. I was thrilled at the prospect of finally being free of my restrictive casts, but at that precise moment I was more interested in what was going to happen when Tamara and I got home.
While my determination to avoid sex until marriage was as steadfast as ever, the narrow line between the acceptable and the unacceptable was becoming increasingly blurred. With each intimate moment Tamara and I shared together, things between us felt just a little bit more normal. It wasn't even limited to the most intimate of our encounters that made me feel this way. Granted, having Tamara's ass on my face certainly moved the needle quickly, but it was as much the little things that I appreciated. It was the way she looked at me and caressed my cheek. The way she smiled when she looked at me just before she kissed me.
I was still struggling with my reservations to a small degree, but for the most part I was no longer letting myself be held back or confused by second thoughts. I was determined to let my situation evolve at whatever pace felt comfortable. Once I stopped overthinking every detail, I found it amazing how quickly I was becoming accustomed to my situation. Without anyone else around to provide a counterbalance, it was hard for me to gauge whether or not the speed or nature of our relationship was normal. And it was liberating. I had been living with Tamara for only three months, but it felt like years. Our perpetually close proximity made it nearly impossible have clearly-defined boundaries that would have slowed the development of a more traditional relationship.
Tamara's eyes were drawn to the doctor as he began removing pieces of my cast. However, I still couldn't take my eyes off of Tamara. Her full lips were so moist and supple I could hardly resist kissing them right then and there. Even more than that, I wanted to bury my face in her ass while she fingered my clit. I was aware at some level it was a strange pattern we had fallen into. But as long as Tamara didn't care, I saw no reason to give it a second thought. It was something we both loved, although I still worried from time to time she was simply entertaining my bizarre fetishes out of obligation.
"That's it," the doctor exclaimed, pulling me from my daydreams.
"Oh my God," I exclaimed as I stretched. "That feels amazing."
My leg was weak from the lack of use, and I stumbled clumsily into Tamara's arms.
"Nice catch," I grinned, surprised and relieved at her quick action.
"Let's get you home so I can take care of you properly." Tamara pulled my arm over her shoulder.
"I knew Tamara well enough by this point to know she had more than that in mind, and I found myself blushing as I thought about what her "taking care of me" might entail.
*****
Tamara guided me through the garage door, her mouth already on mine. I struggled to catch my breath in the heat of the moment. Tamara's hands were all over my body, squeezing my breasts roughly through my shirt before making their way down my body. I gasped as Tamara's fingers slid abruptly over my panties. Her bare thighs were hot beneath my hands as I ran my fingers over her own panty-covered mound. I wanted desperately to slide my finger into her right then and there, but she was too far ahead of me. Her masterful hands between my legs were beyond distracting. There was no way I was going to be able to simultaneously give her the focus she deserved. Instead, I moved my attention to her breasts. Up until this point, her bosom had been pressing firmly against me as if demanding my attention. I had no intention of disappointing.
I slid my hands under her shirt, enjoying the sensation of her warm, silky skin under my fingers as they inched over her soft abdomen. As I reached further up her shirt to squeeze her breasts, I expected to encounter her bra. I was pleasantly surprised when instead my fingers found a tiny bit of heaven. Her skin was even softer than I remembered. I never tired of the feeling of her large breasts in my hands, and I wanted little more than to pull her shirt off and toss it onto the garage floor. When it came to Tamara's chest, they only thing I liked more than feeling them in my hands was feeling them against my lips.
Somehow in the midst of the moaning, gasping, and the flurry of hands, Tamara still managed to guide us toward the bedroom. She barely even slowed as her tongue forcefully probed my mouth.
I might have been uncomfortable with the direction this was heading had it been anyone else, but I'd grown comfortable enough that Tamara respected my boundaries. I felt I could let loose a little without having to worry about Tamara misinterpreting my intentions. To be honest, I was increasingly wishing she would take things further. I wasn't sure how I would respond if she tried, but I found myself wishing in secret that one of these times she would lose control and take me. And every time we got this heated up, it was getting harder and harder for me to keep those desires secret. I still wasn't sure how I felt about the idea of going down on Tamara, but for some reason that idea was never completely out of mind. I had even masturbated to the thought once or twice while alone in my room.
I had always told myself growing up that I would wait for marriage. But the more my love for Tamara grew and the longer I was in this unexpected and unconventional relationship, the more I wanted-needed to confirm to myself that I could be happy in a lifelong relationship with another woman. It wasn't just about the relationship. I had already proven to myself I could be happy living with Tamara. The problem was that in a marriage there would be sex and quite likely a lot of it. While it seemed unlikely that I could possibly dislike something that made me so aroused to think about, the uncertainty was definitely holding me back. Things were going so well between us that I was reluctant to rock the boat. I just hoped I could depend on Tamara to stay strong. If she ever got pushy or insistent at a time when I was feeling particularly weak, I wasn't sure I would be able to resist.
I couldn't stand for very long on my leg without it tiring. However, it seemed Tamara had no intention of keeping me on my feet. As she pulled away and stepped back, a tiny shove as all it took. I stumbled and fell backward onto the bed. I started unfastening my jeans, but it seemed Tamara was even more eager. She straddled my body and inserted her hands between mine, taking over the removal of my pants.
I wiggled my hips as she tugged at my jeans and panties simultaneously, quickly pulling them over my legs and tossing them to the floor. As Tamara scooted forward, straddling my hips, I settled into a comfortable position as Tamara leaned over me and pushed her mouth back against mine. Without breaking our kiss, I groped at Tamara's ass, trying to remove her pants as well. I wanted her ass so badly. I was already dripping at the thought of my face disappearing into the soft, warm flesh of Tamara's buttocks. I felt her firm ass against my hands as I pulled desperately at her clothes, trying to remove the unnecessary barriers to the fulfillment of my intense desire to give myself completely over to Tamara.
"I need you so badly," I moaned, my lips brushing hers as I spoke, finally managing to get her jeans down her thighs far enough that she was able to kick them off.
" I need you more," Tamara whispered back, her breath warm against my skin.
"Prove it," I teased, half-jokingly as I bit down playfully on her lower lip.
"How's this for proof?" Tamara moaned, her lip still between my teeth. Pulling away from our kiss, Tamara climbed forward and pushed her panty-covered mound abruptly into my face. I was a little stunned at having her crotch suddenly in my face, but even more so by the strength of her scent and the sheer dampness of the fabric.
I felt a brief moment of revulsion before something snapped in me, and I felt my pussy begin to ache with desire; I was on fire. I didn't understand it but something about her arousal awoke something in me-something I hadn't realized was hiding just under the surface. I had become content the new status quo. I greatly enjoyed letting Tamara smother my face with her ass, but I had not had much interest in taking things further. But now something inside me was craving her pussy with a strength that terrified me. I gasped, trying to collect my thoughts. But the air was saturated with her aroma, and I was having great difficulty thinking clearly..
"Oh, God. No. I'm the one that needs you," I insisted, having trouble remembering why I'd decided to hold off on being sexual with her. I struggled to calm down and regain control of my body.
"Are you sure you want to wait until we're married? I can see in your eyes how badly you want me."
"N-Yes! I need-I have to be good," I gasped.
"You're awfully fun to tease," Tamara winked. "Maybe I should make sure you don't give into your desires by making sure you can't."
"What do you mean?"
Tamara grinned, kissing my lips one final time before she climbed off the bed.
"Shush, I'll be right back," Tamara laughed as she darted out of the room.
A moment later, she returned holding handcuffs.
