Chapter 5

Kayla had taken her own key, but Anita had given Tara a key before the wedding. We carried Tara’s bags up two flights of stairs. I followed Tara into the apartment, then into the bedroom. The bed was completely stripped. Kayla had texted that the bedsheets were in the dryer when they left.

“Tell me about Olivia,” I said, when I’d brought the sheets and blankets through. I started pulling the fitted sheet into place.

“Uh, well, she was my girlfriend for a few weeks,” Tara said. “She was in my class. We hung out a lot. She found out I thought I was gay, so we, uh, decided to see if we did like girls.”

“And you did,” I said, with a chuckle.

“I did,” Tara said. “I liked kissing her. I like kissing you more.”

I caught her by a belt loop of her jeans as she returned from hanging up her bridesmaid dress. She turned to face me and I drew her close. “Why is that?”

“You’re much better at it!” Tara said. “And I like you more.”

Her arms slipped around me when I kissed her. Though we started slowly, Tara’s eagerness soon had me wanting to go much faster and much further than we had. I was breathing heavily when we broke apart.

Reluctantly stepping away from Tara, I resumed making the bed. She unpacked her toiletries, then closed up her suitcase and moved to the other side of the bed, helping me to finish, stuffing pillows into the clean pillowcases.

Tara launched herself at the bed, landing face down in the center, then rolled over. “This is much more comfortable than the hotel,” she said. “Or than my bed at home.” She tossed her glasses onto the nightstand, then patted the blankets to her right. “Try it,” she said.

I didn’t jump onto the bed, but I did lie down. Yes, it was comfortable. No sooner did I agree with her than she rolled toward me, finishing up against my left side. “Now I’m even more comfortable,” she said, burying her face into my neck. Her arm snaked around me, her fingers curling around my waist, on top of my tee shirt. Her lips on my neck sent a surge of desire through me, and I lifted my free hand to rest on her hip, my left arm trapped beneath her.

Tara wriggled closer as she kissed my neck, her leg fitting between mine. She kissed the base of my neck, worrying the skin around my pulse point. She was a quick study. She’d picked up how I’d made her shiver by doing the same.

Leaving my waist, her fingers pressed against my stomach, then circled, sliding my tee shirt over my skin. A minute later, they moved upward, not quite avoiding my breast before reaching my jaw. She drew back as she turned my face toward hers, then fastened her lips to mine. When her tongue sought entrance it wasn’t with the clumsy penetration she’d used when we first kissed, but neither was she timid. She sought my tongue with confidence, caressing its tip with her own, stoking my passion.

Tara’s hand moved back down to my shoulder, but it didn’t stay there long. After we’d kissed for a minute or two, my heart thumping, it slowly drifted down to my right breast. Her fingers traced around it for a moment, then she drew back.

“Last time you let me do this, you weren’t wearing a bra,” she said, her voice deeper than usual. “Take it off.”

“I didn’t let you do this now, did I? You just grabbed!” Rolling her off me, I sat up. “I spend so much time being concerned about predatory olders and not being a predator myself,” I griped, “and what I should be worrying about is predatory teens.”

Reaching behind, I unclasped my bra, then drew it over my arms through my tee shirt sleeves and pulled the bra from under the front of my tee shirt. Then I bunched it up and threw it at her. It travelled a few inches to uncoil against her stomach. She grinned, picked it up, twirled it around her finger, then dropped it over the side of the bed as I lay back down.

Tara’s hand cupped my breast through the tee shirt even before her mouth closed on mine. Pushing my left arm further under her, I rolled her body further onto mine, freeing my hand to move to her waist. Lifting her tee shirt, I caressed the bare skin of her waist with both hands.

She made a soft sound of pleasure, then drew back, giving me a mischievous look. “This is so much more fun than making out in a closet.”

“Let me guess,” I said, “because you like kissing me more.”

“Well, yeah,” Tara said. “Also, Carlie wouldn’t let me touch her boobs.”

I felt my eyebrows rise. “She wouldn’t let you touch her boobs, but you had your hand down her pants?”

Tara slid down my body a couple of inches so that she could lower her face to rest against my shoulder. “I didn’t exactly plan that, and she didn’t exactly say yes or no,” she said.

Tilting my head to the side, I gave her a curious look.

“Kissing her felt good,” she said. “She pushed my hand away from her boobs, but I didn’t want to stop touching her. Somehow I ended up touching the front of her shorts and she jumped, so I did it some more and she started to breathe differently. The more I did it, the more she was getting into it. So I popped the button on her shorts and then unzipped them, thinking she was going to tell me to stop, but she didn’t, and when I touched her undies she made these exciting sounds… and then, umm, it happened to her, and she kissed me even harder.”

Her fingers toyed with my hard nipple through the tee shirt. “I wanted her to touch me, too, but she didn’t. So I put my hand down inside her undies and tried to touch her like I do myself, and soon she was making those sounds again, and started bouncing against my hand. I didn’t know what I was doing, but she bit my tongue when it happened to her again. It hurt, but she liked it. And then she got embarrassed and zipped up her pants and told me she had to find her boyfriend.”

She sighed. “I really did want her to do it to me. I had to do it to myself.”

“Still in the closet?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. I was, you know, ready.”

“You’ve had sex, though?” I asked, though it sounded more like a statement, because of course she had. She was eighteen.

“Well, that,” she said. “In the closet. So I guess so.”

“I don’t think getting your friend off in a closet counts,” I said, “especially if she didn’t get you off. What about Olivia?”

Tara shook her head. She seemed crestfallen. “We only kissed. And, you know. Umm. We did touch each other’s boobs. With our bras on.”

I hesitated a moment. Would going further with her be selfish? Would I be taking advantage of her? But she was eighteen. She was going to have sex. Why shouldn’t it be with me?

“Do you want to have sex?” I asked.

“Now?” Tara practically squeaked. “With you? Yes!” Her voice stabilized a little as she added, “Of course I do.”

“So do I,” I said. I pushed her away from me, rolling her onto her back. Sitting up, I lifted her tee shirt. She let me pull it over her head. I had her jeans unzipped even before she lay back down. I tugged them over her hips, grabbing them at the ankles to pull them over her feet and off, then tossed them over the side of the bed to where her tee shirt had followed my bra.

Perching on her thighs, I looked up, admiring her athletic shape. Her face pinked under my scrutiny. “You have an awesome body,” I said.

“Uh, thanks?” she replied.

Leaning forward, I curled my hands around her breasts and ran my thumb over the sides of her nipples through the cups of her plunge bra. Then I moved my hands away. “Take it off,” I instructed.

Tara reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Her face became a deeper red as she drew the freed straps over her arms and dropped the bra over the side of the bed. Her breasts were pointy, the pale areolae wide enough that I was surprised they hadn’t been visible within the plunge neckline.

Moving my fingers back to them, I pinched her nipples, rubbing them as they swelled. Then I leaned forward, capturing her lips with mine while still rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. She made a soft moaning sound. When I leaned forward to capture her lips with mine, her hands came up to wrap around my neck, and her kiss was hungry.

Without breaking the kiss, I shuffled back from her thighs so that I was lying along her. Taking both nipples between finger and thumb I rolled them, feeling them harden in my grasp. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding my face to hers.

It wasn’t easy to back away from Tara’s lips, but I finally succeeded, then kissed beneath her chin and over her neck while I slithered lower against her. I left a trail of kisses over her collarbone as I continued down. She twitched beneath me as I kissed her right breast.

Parting my lips, I lowered them over her nipple. The pointed, almost conical shape was perfect for sliding my mouth up and down. I took in her breast, then let it slide out of my mouth as I kept up a slight suction. Tara hyperventilated for a moment the first time I gave a light tug on her nipple, then settled into a quicker, sharper breathing pattern as I kept repeating the motion.

Tara’s nipple became hard within my mouth. I felt it against the back of my tongue, but also felt her pebbly areola swelling as I continued gently bobbing my head. Her body shifted beneath me. Her reactions told me that her arousal was growing. There was a small sound to each breath. Her hips occasionally pressed up into me. When I tugged on her nipple she made a sharp gasp.

I moved to her left breast, but as I began to suckle it in the same way I took the now-unyielding right nipple between finger and thumb and pinched it firmly. Tara’s hips lifted from the bed and she cried out, then panted as the shock abated. Wrapping my fingers around her breast I held it in place as I stretched her nipple with my index finger and thumb. She groaned. Meanwhile her left nipple had become hard in my mouth.

“Grace… oh, God,” she groaned. “I didn’t know… I could feel like this.”

“Like it, do you?” I asked, mockingly, as I slipped my right hand between us. I drew my finger against her pussy through her panties. “What about this?” I asked, as I pushed into her mound.

“Oh, fuck,” she exclaimed, her words fast. Then she panted as I made circles with my finger, lowering my head to her nipple, bobbing up and down as I covered it with my lips.

I felt her thighs tighten in a rhythm. I didn’t think she was aware of what she was doing, but I certainly was. She pushed more strongly against me with each stroke.

“You’re so wet,” I observed, running my finger over her panties.

“I know,” she groaned. “I can’t… h-help it.”

Pushing her panties aside, I caressed the folds of her sex, then slowly pushed a finger into her.

“Oh, fuck!” She gasped again. Too suddenly for me to react, she bucked her hips to impale herself on my finger. She grunted in pain as the finger speared her too quickly, but panted rather than backing off.

“Don’t be so impatient,” I chided her. “I’ll give you what you need.”

“I can’t…” her breath caught. “Can’t help myself.”

My finger was all the way into her. I pushed her back to the bed, then curled my finger forward rubbing the wall of her sex.

“Do you like this…” I circled my finger inside her, “or this?” I began to slide my finger in and out.

“Ah! Yes!” she exclaimed. “Both! Grace…” she whined.

Chuckling around her breast as I lowered my mouth, I slid my finger into her a few more times, then withdrew it and pushed two inside her. Tara began to moan, making a soft cry with each exhale. Her hips were thrusting against my fingers.

“Oh God, Grace!” she called out. “I’m going to…” She broke off to pant again. “I’m going to…”

Pinching her nipple hard, I slammed my fingers into her. Her hips rose from the bed. Then suddenly she cried out wordlessly. Her sex clenched hard around my fingers as she came. I pushed my hand against her, fingers curled forward to press into the rough wall.

Tara whimpered as rapid contractions continued to lash her body. I released my fingers’ grip on her nipple, and caressed the other lightly with my tongue, fingers still curled inside her, until she began to relax.

“Oh, man,” Tara breathed. “It’s never like that when I touch myself.”

I looked up at her and grinned. “If it was you wouldn’t need me, would you?”

“I didn’t know I did need you,” she said. “I mean, I didn’t know I needed that.” She thought for a moment. “Pretty sure it wasn’t like that for Carlie when I touched her.”

“She liked it enough to let you touch her again,” I said, “though it gets better with practice.”

“Will you let me touch you?” Tara asked. “Will you show me what to do?”

“Mmm, yes, I’d like that,” I admitted.

“Can we take all of our clothes off?” she asked, sounding shy.

I grinned at her, then sat upright. I took my tee shirt off without ceremony. Tara’s eyes grew wide. My breasts were rounder and a little smaller than hers, but she reacted as though I was a supermodel. I added my shirt to the clothing collection on the floor, then slipped off my jeans and tossed them over the side. Then I slid Tara’s panties down her legs and those joined the growing pile. Finally I added my own panties to the collection.

“Oh, man,” Tara breathed as she looked at me. “Oh, fuck.”

Sitting beside her thighs, I licked my finger, then lightly caressed her clit.

“Awwwww!” Tara groaned.

That was enough for me. I moved between her legs, stretching my legs out behind me to lie with my face over her pussy. I gently lapped at her clit. Her body jerked, and she gasped, but as I continued she resumed moaning. I pushed two fingers into her, curling them forward to tap the wall of her sex as I caressed her clit with my tongue.