“It’s not much. If you’d rather stay in the house . . .”
“No!” Beverly saw a look of alarm briefly appearing on Tammy’s face. Beverly realized the conclusions that the woman might be arriving at as a result of her response, and she moved to cut off that line of thought. “I really just need to be alone right now. I REALLY appreciate this.” With that, she gave Tammy a full force hug, which Tammy returned. Beverly felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Their breasts mashed together, and she felt Tammy breathe. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not unpleasant. Tammy left her alone in the room. Beverly looked around and realized that, for the first time in her life, she was alone. She dried herself off and crawled into bed. She thought that she would never be able to sleep, but that idea was put to the test as soon as her head touched the pillow. Due to the severe physical and emotional exhaustion she had suffered, she was asleep almost immediately.
She woke up to the sound of Tammy knocking on her door. They sat at opposite ends of the bed. Tammy had called the Sav-O-Mart and arranged for Beverly to get the day off.
“You need to take a day off and think,” she said.
“Think about what? I can’t afford to live on my own! I need to put money away!”
“Well, you can live here. I won’t charge you rent. Don’t worry, I didn’t really have any use for this place anyway, and I really don’t need the money. But you will have to help around the property from time to time, and you have to promise to keep working until you are ready to move, and you have to promise not to let your father keep you from doing anything that you want to do.”
Beverly was almost overcome with joy. She thought back to the saying, “It is always darkest before the dawn.” Dawn had arrived.
The two spent the rest of the day wandering around the property, which was expansive. Tammy had a couple of bloodhounds named Thunder and Lightning which followed them everywhere. It was a beautiful place. Tammy’s house was large but cozy. It was an open space. Tammy’s bed was in a loft overlooking the whole house. She had a pool table at one end, a very comfy couch and satellite television. Tammy called in to both the station and the diner and told them to call her at home if they needed anything. The two women sat around all day watching movies, eating popcorn, and petting the dogs. Beverly had seen virtually no television or movies in her life, so everything seemed wonderful. She watched the movie “Star Wars” for the first time in her life and fell in love with it. She caught Tammy staring at her a couple of times, smiling. She must look like a fool, giggling and gawking at things other people had seen years and years ago. But she didn’t care.
Another month went by, and Beverly got used to her new surroundings. Tammy became her best friend. They had lunch every day except when Tammy was on a call. They watched movies in the evenings, and played chess on occasion. Beverly generally won, but Tammy was a quick learner, and didn’t seem to mind losing to the younger girl. Tammy even started teaching Beverly how to drive (her father had never seen the point). Along with her jeep, Tammy had an old pickup truck and a blue Corvette Stingray, which Tammy said Beverly could drive someday.
One night after the movie was over, Beverly fell asleep on the couch. She woke up several hours later, and heard a noise coming from the loft. She crept up the stairs and was mesmerized. The covers were thrown back and Tammy was lying on the bed where virtually nothing. She had a tight little half shirt on and what Beverly surmised was a dark thong; surmised because Beverly had never seen one before. And she appeared to be masturbating. Beverly had masturbated, but had traditionally felt awkward or ashamed. What she was witnessing wasn’t awkward, but instead was rather beautiful. One of Tammy’s hands had slipped underneath the flimsy fabric of her underwear, and Beverly could only guess what her fingers were doing. Her other hand had pulled her shirt up and she was tweaking her own nipples, and she caressed those dark, delectable globes . Beverly couldn’t avert her gaze. Luckily, Tammy’s eyes were closed as she writhed in obvious pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, even though it was only a few minutes, Tammy arched her back and worked her groin area frantically. Her mouth opened as she gasped lightly. Even in the dim light, Beverly saw sweat glistening on the other girl’s body as she apparently had an orgasm. Beverly had never experienced one of those, and could only imagine what the sensation must be like. Looking at Tammy, it must be exquisite. Beverly snuck down stairs and back onto the couch. She lay away for an hour, thinking about what she had just seen, before finally drifting back off to sleep.
She awoke the next day to the sensation of being poked in the shoulder. Beverly opened her eyes to see a fully dressed Tammy.
“Sorry, but I’ve got to get going. There’s an overturned logging truck that’s gonna take me all day to take care of. Could you feed the dogs? And if you finish the laundry, there’s a shiny new pizza in it for you.”
“Mmm . . . Pizza. Sure. Got it.” Beverly rolled over, falling ungraciously onto the floor. It was her day off, so she reached up and grabbed the blanket off the couch.
“See you later.” Tammy was laughing as she walked out the door.
About an hour later, Beverly finally got up. She fed the dogs and went upstairs to get the laundry hamper. When she reached down to grab it, she noticed a dark thong sitting on top of the pile. It had to be the one Tammy was wearing last night. She put the hamper down and without knowing why, she picked up the thong. It was still moist. She placed it next to her nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled . . . musky was the only word that came to mind. She didn’t know what she was thinking, but she sniffed it again. Tammy had looked so exotic in it. Beverly never thought she could look like that. Then she got an idea. She found herself shedding her conservative sweatpants, t-shirt and cotton panties. She pulled the dark blue thong up her legs and into place. The moistness of it against her own private area made her shudder, but in a good way. She turned and looked at herself in Tammy’s full-length mirror. For the first time, she saw herself as a girl. The swell of her breasts, the faint outline of her abdominal muscles . . . she really wasn’t all that bad looking after all. She spun around and saw the strings of the underwear disappearing into the crack of her butt. It seemed so sexy to her, so novel. She never would have worn something like this if she still lived with her father.
She sat back on the white sheets of the bed. The bed felt cool against her backside; the disadvantage of such flimsy underwear. Or maybe the advantage. She lay down, letting the sun streaming through the skylight warm her bare skin. Without even knowing she was doing it, her hand crept down to her crotch. She bit her lip. She didn’t dare. But Tammy said she was going to be gone all day. She let her hand slip under the moist material. She traced the lips of her pussy with her fingers. She really should consider shaving a little down there. She believed Tammy had shaved. Thinking about Tammy doing this very act the previous night excited her for some reason. She inserted her fingers into her moistening vagina. Her fingering slowly picked up in speed and intensity. In her limited masturbation experience, she had never felt this excited. Her fingers were well coated in her own juices now. She slid her other hand down, inserted one finger, and brought it back up. She gently licked the tip of her finger. It was sweet and somewhat pleasant. She used that hand to fondle her one of her breasts, just like Tammy had done. She was as sexually aroused as she had ever felt in her life. She felt an unfamiliar stirring in her loins. The hand that was thrust under the thong picked up the pace again, and she stuck an additional finger or two in her already crowded box. Her body began shaking, and she arched her back while pressing down and inward with her hand as hard as she could. Then, she experienced her very first orgasm. It was amazing! Every fiber in her body seemed to be on fire, and every muscle was tensed up. She felt her juices flowing like never before, down her legs and onto the sheet. She was gasping quite audibly now, and her eyes were almost completely rolled back into her head. Finally, it was over. She collapsed back onto the bad, still groaning and gasping for air. She had never felt that good in her entire life. Then she realized that she was lying naked on another woman’s bed after having frantically masturbated, and reality came crashing down quickly. She removed the thong and got dressed in own clothes. She felt strangely uncomfortable in them all of a sudden, and decided to buy some new clothes when she had the opportunity. She stripped the bed and through the sheets in with the rest of the laundry, but taking the time to deeply inhale the aroma from the thong one more time.
By the time Tammy got home, it was fairly late. Everything was clean and the clothes had all been put away. Tammy thanked her and hugged her, and then Beverly helped her very tired friend up the stairs and onto the bed. Tammy waited until Beverly had descended the stairs and head out to the guesthouse before she started undressing. Beverly thought that Tammy was trying to be respectful of her religious beliefs or something. She didn’t realize how badly Beverly wanted to stay and watch. Until she drifted off to sleep, the only thought on the young girl’s mind was wondering what kind of underwear the sheriff was wearing.