Keira grabbed the young woman’s head and held it against her crotch as Tara’s tongue went into high-speed mode. “That’s what I like,” she growled. She ground her pussy against Tara’s face, making her young lover chase after her pussy opening with that delightful tongue. She would let Tara catch up and do some deep-tongue action, then she would grind again. The girl’s face was coated in Keira’s juice, but the older woman hadn’t even cum yet. She grabbed a handful of Tara’s hair and pulled her away. “Not yet,” she growled again. She turned around in the tub and bent over. “Spread my ass cheeks and eat me from behind you little slut!”
Tara was happy to do as commanded, licking and sucking on Keira’s sweet hole from behind. This also let her tease her friend’s asshole with her little pink tongue. She gripped those soapy, slippery cheeks as tightly as she could while rimming her friend’s behind and tunneling into Keira’s snatch. She felt Keira’s pussy twitch, so she reached one hand between her friend’s legs and started rubbing her mound. Sure enough, the older girl began to cum, and the few parts of Tara’s face that HAD been dry were now glistening with Keira’s sexual spendings. The older woman whimpered and gasped as her climax subsided.
“So, do I give good head or what?” said the impish young Tara with a smile.
“The best,” Keira said, sliding back into the tub and pulling Tara into her lap. She held the young woman in her arms.
“Nah. I LEARNED from the best,” Tara said, settling into her friend’s embrace and feeling much better than she had all day.
The two of them got out of the tub, got dried off and Tara helped Keira pick out a new outfit for her outing with Nick. The man in question arrived just as Keira was finishing getting dressed.
“Wow,” he said appreciatively as Keira presented herself. She had gone with tight jeans and a low-cut spandex top, and it worked for the top-heavy woman. Tara stood back and looked at them together. Nick was a handsome, sweet and well-hung stud. Keira was sassy, sexy and all together in a league of her own. They were a good-looking couple. And Tara choked back a brief but unmistakable attack of fear. Despite Keira’s assurance earlier, Tara felt jealous. And she felt like she was losing Keira, and she couldn’t even dislike the guy who was stealing her. She liked Nick a lot.
True to her word, Keira refused to leave until someone else got home to keep Tara company. Sunny showed up shortly thereafter with a couple of movies and some microwaveable popcorn, and the two of them settled down for the evening while Nick and Keira went on their way.
After their movies, Tara thanked Sunny for hanging out and gave the California hard-body a hug. Sunny flashed that brilliant white smile and said it was okay. Then Tara decided to grab a blanket and sleep on the sofa, claiming a spot before everyone started wandering back in. She normally slept in the big bed in Keira’s room, but she wanted Keira to have an opportunity to be alone with Nick when they got back. Roxanne and Jeff had both just wandered back when Tara was going to sleep. They were confused as to why Tara wasn’t taking her normal place in Keira’s room, but she looked too peaceful to disturb.
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The next morning . . .
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Tara stretched her arms out and yawned, unwilling to open her eyes and face the day yet. She only had a week and a half before setting sail again, and she was becoming increasingly tempted to sleep in the whole time. The couch was much more comfortable than she had imagined it would be. Then she opened her eyes. She was in Keira’s bed.
“What the . . .” she started. She looked over and saw a beautiful, naked Keira lying under the covers next to her. “How did I get here?” she mumbled.
Keira’s eyes popped open. “I had Nick move you in here when we got back. You were exhausted little one. You didn’t even wake up when he picked you up.”
“I guess. You could have just let me sleep there. It would have been okay.”
“Tara, what’s up? You didn’t just fall asleep out there. You planned on going to sleep on the couch. You know this bed is yours to sleep in.”
“I thought you might want to be alone with . . .”
“Stop right there,” Keira said, frowning and shaking her head. “Unless the next word out of your mouth was ‘me,’ I don’t want to hear it. I told you already that as much as I like Nick, I still like you. Nick knows that. I made sure he understood it before I ever agreed to go out with him. You’ve been able to juggle being with me and Paul, and Karen and Sam for that matter, and I was never jealous. I’ve been happy for you. I’d like you to be happy for me.”
“I am,” Tara pouted. “Nick is great. You’re great. I just . . .” Tara sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. “I’m still scared. I thought I wouldn’t be anymore, but I am. I spent a lot of time yesterday looking out the window, afraid I’d see . . . him. Just because I’m okay with sex again doesn’t mean . . .” her voice trailed off. Keira pulled Tara back under the covers with her.
“Do you want to go see a counselor? I know Nick suggested it, but maybe you sort of forgot that option after our little adventure on the last day of the voyage.”
Tara blushed. She had gotten a bit out of control, taking on Paul, Nick and the Captain all at the same time. “I don’t know.” She rested her head right next to Keira’s. “I’m so used to having someone around. Now you’re interested in spending time away and Paul is gone and Karen is working and Sam’s out of town. And neither of them were really ever mine to begin with.”
“You’ll never be alone,” Keira reiterated. “We’ll look after you.”
“But you shouldn’t have to. I should be able to walk across the street without someone holding my hand.”
“You will. Just give yourself some time.” Then Keira got a wicked smile. “And if you like, I’ll hold something besides your hand.” She pinched something very sensitive on Tara’s body, causing the young woman to squeak, then the only sound for a while was two women giggling. Tara realized she wouldn’t be getting out of bed after all.
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A week later . . .
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Tara walked out of her counselor’s office feeling a bit better about herself. Nick and Keira had both gently prodded her toward doing this, and she decided it had been for the best. While reluctant to talk at first, the man she had talked to had finally gotten her to open up, and not just about the potential rape situation. She talked about her upbringing and her sudden explosion into the world of sexual activity and her feelings about her bisexuality. She also discussed her confusion about what to do, if anything, about her strong feelings for both Keira and Paul. By the time she was done, she realized how many things, from the trivial to the pronounced, that she had been failing to deal with and that had piled up in her mind. She had enjoyed the sex acts themselves, but she had also used them to hide from her problems. Tara began to feel that she could deal with some of her issues, as well as continuing having a healthy sex life. She was expecting Keira to pick her up, so she was surprised when she saw her friend Karen waiting in the lobby. Karen, and her husband Sam, had been Tara’s first homosexual and heterosexual experiences, respectively. She was a brown-haired beauty in her forties with a set of C-cup tits provided by her plastic-surgeon husband.
“Hey shorty. I called over to your house to talk to you, and Keira said you were here,” Karen said, giving the young woman big, warm hug. “I haven’t seen you in a while, so I offered to come pick you up.” She looked at the receptionist, and her lovely face took on a worried expression. “Are you okay? I was confused why you’d come here.”
Tara sighed. As they made their way out to Karen’s incredibly fancy and expensive car, she told her everything. Karen was furious when she heard about what Carlos had threatened to do, and insisted she get to meet Nick at some point. She wanted to thank the man who had protected her favorite little girl. Tara said it could probably be arranged.
Karen insisted on taking Tara out for an incredibly expensive and wholly delicious lunch. As they were getting back in the car, the older woman obviously wanted to say something, then suddenly shut her mouth.