Curious Girls Ch. 23

The more I stewed, the more angry I became. I had done something to help her, and I'd trusted her despite my better judgment, and she'd burned me yet again. She owed me an explanation. And God damn it, she would give me one.

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I pounded angrily on Tamara's door. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I was determined to make her answer for her betrayal. She acted like she wanted us to be real girlfriends and then continually went behind my back to sabotage me.

After a few minutes, I carefully tried the knob. The door was unlocked.

"Hello?" I spoke loudly, listening for a response. I wondered if this was a lucky break. If no one was home, perhaps I'd be able to find a way into Tamara's drawer where she kept her blackmail material on me.

My heart pounded as I stepped into the house. What if I got caught? I was so furious, it was enough of a push to motivate me. I had to try something, otherwise nothing would ever change.

As I snuck toward Tamara's room, I heard music playing faintly. Crap. Was Tamara home? It was clear once I reached Tamara's door that the music was coming from her room. I paused, re-thinking my plan. What if she was home and I opened the door? Worse, what if she wasn't and I would forever regret being too scared to go in?

I pulled out my phone and called Tamara's cell number. It would be a simple enough matter to claim it was an accidental call. I quietly pushed my ear against Tamara's door, straining to hear a ring or even a vibration. I couldn't make out any sounds, but it was possible her phone was dead or on silent.

I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, softly nudging the door open. I nearly had a panic attack when I saw Tamara lying on her bed, watching her tablet. She was dressed in a t-shirt and panties, and her left hand was pressed between her legs. No wonder she was in a sexual mood all the time! I wondered how much of our time apart she spent thinking about or watching the videos and pictures she'd made of me.

"Sara?" Tamara suddenly turned toward me. Shit. She'd noticed me. Should I open the door? Every fiber of being was screaming at me to run and not look back. As much as I wanted to be far away from here, this was the best chance I'd had. And the best chance I may ever have again. I cringed and opened the door.

"Hello, Tamara," I said shyly.

"How did you-why are you-" Tamara stumbled, obviously confused to see me. She may have also been caught off guard because of what I'd caught her doing. She quickly pulled her hand out of her panties and clutched her tablet to her chest.

"I... I missed you," I swallowed, my lips dry.

"You did?" I could see the wheels in her head spinning like crazy. She obviously wanted to believe me, but she was surprised and confused nonetheless.

"I know. It surprised me too," I climbed onto her bed and moved toward her. "I woke up, and you were gone. I don't know why, but I found myself wishing you were still there."

She set her tablet on her nightstand as she stared at me intently. "I-I'm just a little surprised. Pleasantly surprised, mind you. You've always been so reserved in your feelings toward me."

"It was just so kind of you to help me out with Michael," I gritted my teeth.

"I-I was happy to help." It was clear she was caught off guard by my high praises of her betrayal. A betrayal she must assume I hadn't yet discovered.

She sat up. "Anything for you, Sara."

"And that kiss last night," I continued, running my fingers over her lips. "It was incredible."

Before she could respond, I pushed her backward onto the bed.

She looked at me in surprise, clearly at a loss for words. I had no idea what I was doing, but I somehow didn't think it would matter to Tamara. Just the effort would be enough to make her happy.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her body as I crawled up to her waist. I swallowed, breathing hard as I slid my fingers under her shirt, lifting it slowly up. She watched me uncertainly, but she didn't resist-quite the opposite. She arched her back as I slid her shirt up, lifting her arms above her head to aid me. I ran my fingers over her stomach, her skin soft and warm under my touch. I forced my lips against her stomach, repulsed by the slight layer of sweat. I kissed her softly, moving my way slowly up her stomach. I squeezed her large breasts through her bra, feeling her relax as she enjoyed the unexpected attention.

"Sara..." she moaned, breathily.

"Shhh... don't talk." I whispered back. I really, really didn't want to hear anything she had to say. I just wanted to zone out and pretend like none of this was happening.

I briefly wondered if I could find an easier way out of this. I glanced over at her night stand where she'd set her tablet, but there was no way I could get close without her noticing and stopping me.

I reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, pulling it over her head. Her massive cargo fell free, exposing the pale skin of her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard, practically screaming for attention. I squeezed her breasts softly, as envious as ever of their size. As I rolled her nipples between my fingers, she moaned, her eyes closing. I wondered just how far my actions could cause her to relax. Could I get her to trust me enough? I wet my lips, and pressed them against her breast for the first time of my own free will. I couldn't decide if my willingness made the situation better or worse.

My lips brushed her nipple, and I let her feel the warmth of my breath against her skin. I made eye contact momentarily as I let my tongue slide over nipple, closing my lips around her supple skin. One of the worst parts of making Tamara feel good was watching the pleasure on her face. This was no exception. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as I circled her areola with my tongue, sucking firmly on her skin. She moaned again as I flicked my tongue quickly over her nipple.

She was clearly enjoying herself. Her moans slowly increased in intensity. I didn't have a clear game plan, but the more distracted she was, the higher the likelihood I could find an opportunity to steal the microSD card. If breast play was enough to distract her, I saw no reason to go any further. In fact, she was usually so turned on by this point in our interactions that she'd stopped the breast play and forced herself onto my face and rubbed herself to orgasm using my nose, mouth, and chin. Yet, with me in control, she seemed content to let me play with her breasts as long as I wanted.

I continued to alternate between each nipple as her gasps and moans continued to build in intensity. Her eyes hadn't opened in some time. I glanced to the side, and tried to reach toward her side table without moving my lips from her chest. Damn it. I couldn't quite reach. She suddenly squealed loudly, gripping my head with her hands, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her eyes opened, and I quickly put my hand on her hip. She didn't seem to notice a thing.

"Sara, your lips are magical."

"You haven't seen anything yet," I winked.

In order to get closer to the side table, I needed to make my way back down her legs. I just hoped she would stay relaxed and distracted enough for me to grab the card without her noticing. I slowly kissed my way back down her body, watching her closely as I inched backward toward the nightstand. She kept her hands resting on my head as I moved down her body. As I reached her thighs, I was surprised to feel her pressing her hands against my head, guiding it until I found myself staring at the very clearly wet crotch of her panties.

"Tamara-" I hesitated. She opened her eyes and looked at me, expectantly.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing." I smiled, pressing my lips into her panties, kissing the wet fabric. It was all I could do to keep a smile on my face until her eyes closed again. I continued kissing, the crotch of her panties, nearly gagging at the scent of her arousal. She was clearly enjoying the attention, but she wasn't as distracted as she'd been before. I was close enough to grab the card now though. I reached carefully backward, feeling the tablet under my hand as I tried to blindly find where the microSD card was inserted.

"What are you doing?!" Tamara asked, opening her eyes. I quickly pulled my arm back.

"Nothing, I-" I hesitated, "I was just wondering if you were enjoying yourself."

"No, a second ago. What were you doing?" Tamara asked, increasingly alert.

"I-I was just trying to surprise you with your dildo," I stammered nervously.

"Oooh," she squealed, "I like how you think, but that's really not necessary," purred Tamara as she stroked my hair. "I prefer your tongue over some silly toy."

I swallowed uncomfortably as Tamara tugged on her panties, her curly red pubic hair slowly coming into view. Her lips were wet and swollen, eager for my touch. I was so close to recovering her blackmail on me, but I couldn't see any other way out-any other way to sufficiently distract her without arousing suspicion. I swallowed again, extremely uncomfortable with the direction things were going as she gently, but firmly guided my face into her crotch.

I wanted to resist-to pull away. I continued to entertain the idea even as my nose and mouth disappeared into her eager lips. Yet I didn't pull away. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't sure I could do it, not even for the microSD card. We stared at each other awkwardly as she waited to feel my tongue. I didn't do what I knew she wanted, but I also didn't pull away, allowing her to hold my face wedged tightly against her dripping wet mound.

I waited until I my lungs started to burn, but she wasn't closing her eyes. If anything, she was watching me more intently than ever. I pulled back, gasping.

"God, Tamara... you're so wet."

"And it's all because of you."

"But you're not normally this wet quite so... quickly."

"This is the most excited I've been in a long time. The thought of you finally going down on me... Plus, you've already given me one orgasm."

"Wait, what? What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"When you were sucking on my nipples," she sighed, recollecting the recent experience.

"You-You had an orgasm from that?"

"Enough talking," she moaned, "I want to feel your tongue."

No matter how many times she'd used my face to masturbate, it didn't make what I was about to do any easier. It especially didn't help that her vaginal lips were swollen and already coated with a mixture of her juices and cum. One option that I did have was to just push through and get it over with as soon as possible, but I also knew that I needed her to relax and close her eyes. That meant I couldn't go too fast.

I pressed my lips softly against the smooth skin of her vaginal lips, her juices thickly coating my lips with even minimal contact. I forced my lips back against her skin, trying to kiss slowly and seductively while keeping her taste out of my mouth; it was a lost cause. The more my lips were in contact with her skin, the more I could taste her in my mouth whether I wanted to or not. However, my plan was working. She was starting to relax again as I caressed her mound with my lips. I knew teasing her wasn't going to be enough; it was going to require my full commitment. I stuck my tongue out reluctantly, cringing as I felt it pushing through her swollen lips.

"Ooh," she squealed. "I like that." Her fingers still intertwined my hair, holding my face close to her slit.

I ran my fingers over her thighs to her outer lips, pulling them gently apart. I realized this might actually the best look I'd had of her pussy despite being so close to it on more occasions than I could count. Her juices were pooling around her inner lips along with small amounts of cum. I slid my tongue over her inner vaginal lips, flicking them gently while simultaneously trying to ignore her smell-her taste.

"Oh, God. Fuck. That feels so nice. Put your tongue inside me," she demanded. I nearly choked as I slid my tongue downward until I felt the opening of her vagina. I pushed, feeling it expand as my tongue slid inside. I continued until my lips were against her soft flesh, my tongue fully inside her extremely tight, extremely wet hole. "Dang, that feels incredible," she moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue."

I pushed my tongue in and out of her, loathing myself more with every passing moment. I hated that I was giving into her demands after resisting for so long, but if I could get the microSD card, this would all be worth it. I carefully tried to reach backward, but just then, she pulled roughly on my head, pulling my face into her pussy. I was abruptly unable to breathe, and I retracted my arm to her thighs, half wanting to push away and half afraid to give her the wrong idea.

"Mmmmm, sorry. I got carried away. Lick me again, that felt nice before."

I resumed massaging her inner vaginal lips with my mouth. Despite my reluctance, I forced myself to close my lips around one of her lips and sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue over it and feeling her juices wash down my throat. Her reaction was exactly like I'd hoped. She gasped, pulling her arms up as she caressed her breasts.

I looked carefully to the side, but I couldn't quite see the card. Using one hand, I kept her lips spread while I used the other to grope around on her night table behind me.

My licking had turned mechanical in my distracted state. I almost didn't even notice her hands reaching back for my head as she subconsciously began thrusting her hips slightly upward in response to my half-hearted attention. I needed her to lay back and let me search for the microSD card, but it was clear my teasing was dragging on too long for her. I could sense that she was close to taking matters into her own hands. She wanted release, so I needed to show her it was coming if she was patient just a little longer.

I closed my lips around her clit and began circling it with my tongue, and her right hand moved back to her chest. Her left hand caressed her own mouth, sucking one of her own fingers suggestively.

I finally found where the microSD card was inserted. However, I was having trouble getting the card out without being able to see it. Just then, I saw her eyes open. I abandoned my attempt and hid my hand. She made eye contact with me, smiling.

"I love watching how much you're enjoying yourself," she grinned.

"You should just focus on your own enjoyment," I forced a smile back, locking eyes with here as I began flicking her clit quickly with my tongue. She gasped, and her back arched in pleasure as she closed her eyes again.

I was so close, but my anxiety levels were continuing to build with each failed attempt. I kept worrying Tamara would open her eyes at the wrong time and ruin everything. That's when I realized what I had to do. I carefully twisted Tamara's thighs. Once she realized what I was trying to do, she eagerly flipped over. Tamara now lay face down, her ass raised off the bed held right in front of my face. As I stared at the pale ass hovering directly in front of me, I found myself remembering this all started with her ass. I forced my face into her soft cheeks, pushing my nose deeply into the crack of her ass until my nose came into contact with her rosebud, and I began to simultaneously lick her pussy from behind.

"Oh, yes! I love-" she moaned. "I love the way you make my body feel."

I reached back again, quickly re-locating the microSD card while continuing to tongue her with increasing pressure and speed. She seemed to like it firm and fast. No surprise there. My tongue was starting to cramp, but I just needed a second more.

I felt the card release between my fingers, and I managed to pull it free just as I felt Tamara fall to her side as she was incapacitated by intense sensations of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. That was the hottest orgasm you've ever given me. I think we are going to have to do this again very, very soon," she moaned with a exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Of course, Tamara. You know I'd love to. But, I'm exhausted, and this was a really big step for us. I...I should get going."

"If you say so," she sighed contentedly, her eyes still closed.

I stood up, wanting to wipe my face of her juices, but not wanting to risk offending her. She didn't say anything. She was still in the throes of her orgasm, and didn't seem like she was too keen on moving or arguing with me.

I gripped the card tightly in my hand as I backed away from Tamara toward the door. Was I actually getting away with this? The minute I was through the door, I made a beeline to the front door.

"Sara? Wait!" I heard her yell after me, "Did you take something?"

Fuck. She'd discovered my theft much sooner than I'd hoped. Just before I pushed open the front door, I looked back to see a half-naked Tamara stumbling toward me, pulling her clothes on awkwardly. I opened the door and ran, not looking back.

I reached my car and stumbled around awkwardly trying to locate my car keys. They weren't in my pocket. They must have fallen out in my encounter with Tamara. I swore under my breath. Could I bluff her? Hide the SD card and feign ignorance? No, there was no way that would work. She'd had the card just before I'd came into her room. I heard the door behind me. Tamara stood on the patio wearing jeans and a bra. I didn't have time to think any more, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I ran as hard and as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I winded quickly. I really needed to get into better shape! I may have looked healthier than Tamara due to my naturally skinny frame, but Tamara worked out frequently, and she clearly had me bested in endurance. After several blocks, I came to Main St., but there was no easy way to cross. The road was 5 lanes wide counting the turn lane, and it was always busy. I didn't have the time to wait for a walk signal. I turned to see Tamara had almost reached me. I could keep trying to run, but I knew it was a lost cause. A second later, Tamara reached me.

"Give me back what you took," Tamara demanded, only slightly out of breath.

"Never," I said with a ferocity that I didn't realize I still had within me. "If you don't leave me alone, I'll throw the memory card into traffic. Are you willing to bet it will survive?"

She paused. "You wouldn't."

"Try me," I threatened as I backed up toward the road. She walked cautiously toward me.

"It's alright, we can always make more memories," Tamara replied. "I do like those quite a bit, but... destroying it won't change anything."

I eyed her carefully. I couldn't tell if she was bluffing.

"I'll tell Krista," I promised. "I'll tell her everything."

"You wouldn't because you know what will happen if you do."

"What? That you'll abuse her too? I don't believe it. I'm tired of living in constant fear. I'd rather tell her everything and pick up the pieces afterward."

"I can't let you do that," Tamara stared icily at me, reaching her hand out toward me.

"It's over, Tamara." I couldn't back up any further, I was on the edge of the sidewalk. I wondered briefly what people driving by would think. Tamara lunged unexpectedly at me, reaching for my hand. I stepped backward instinctively as I tried to keep the card away from her, stumbling as my foot missed the sidewalk. As I stumbled backward, trying to regain my balance, I looked to the side just in time to see the car as it connected with my body.

To be continued...