Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 14:53:57 -0800
From: Fantasy Fling <tripartitealliance@gmail.com>
Subject: Tanisha's Awakening (Chapters Eleven - Thirteen)

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Thank you again to all the readers who have responded with warmth and
enthusiasm. Your warm thoughts and well wishes are reciprocated. Those
of you who are fans of Tammy will be happy to see that she has emerged
from her display of temper and is taking a more active hand in her
life. You may also be happy to meet Veronica. That bit of self -
assertion is sure to raise some alarm in some quarters ... but please
enjoy!

Love,
Fantasy

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When they rejoined Lynn at Branson Hall, the time was 8:30. The blonde
girl glanced up from a magazine she was reading as her two girlfriends
walked into the room, then back down to the text she held in her lap.
She was dressed in a sheer, pale blue negligee that left little to the
imagination. From where she was standing, Tanisha could clearly see
her girlfriend's nipples and areolas through the fabric.  The magazine
covered her lap and waist. She flipped a page and kept reading.
"Uh," Casey said, "we're home?"
"Mmhmm," Lynn nodded and continued reading her magazine.
"Ok," Tanisha asked, "is there something wrong?"
"Mmhmm," Lynn nodded again, and continued to peruse columns of print.
"We're late?" Casey asked.
"Something along those lines," Lynn replied and returned her attention
to the magazine.
"We should have called?" Tanisha ventured.
"That might have been nice," Lynn replied. She laid the magazine
across her lap, where it continued to obscure her girlfriends' view.
"I had dinner all laid out for you two. I've been waiting since 6:30
and neither of my supposed lovers has enough respect for my feelings
to call and say "Honey, we're going to be a bit late." Do you
understand how I feel? How I feel, especially when you walk in here
and I can smell wet pussy all over both of you?"  She got up from her
seat and both her girlfriends could clearly see the lines of a pair of
thong panties through her gown, along with the small darker triangle
that marked her pubic hair. She walked over to Tanisha and kissed the
black girl deeply on the mouth. Her tongue slipped past Tanisha's lips
and explored her mouth.
"Good," Lynn sounded satisfied, "just Casey on your breath." She moved
to Casey and repeated the performance. "Good, you just have Tanisha on
your breath." She turned to face both her girlfriends. "Call me silly
and insecure but I was half-worried you two had gone back to pick and
fuck that horrible little Tammy."
"You mean that you can tell ..." Casey looked at her.
"Baby," Lynn smiled. "I spend most of my love life with my face
between either of your legs and my tongue in your pussies. You'd
better believe that I know my girlfriends' taste."
"Mmmm," commented Tanisha, "want to taste some more?" She kissed Lynn
deeply and pulled her close so that her nipples pressed against her
blouse through the sheer fabric of the negligee. Her hands glided to
the blonde girls hips, grasping, squeezing and fondling her ass as
they pulled her tight. Casey stepped up behind her, pressing her own
hips into Lynn's ass and against the backs of Tanisha's hands. Her
lips kissed and nibbled at the base of her taller girlfriend's neck as
her hands sought Lynn's breasts. Lynn melted into their arms as
caressing fingers explored her body through her lingerie before one
set of hands lifted her top, while the other delved inside her panties
to find a soaking wet pussy begging for attention.
Tanisha's fingers, lips, and tongue teased, nibbled and sucked Lynn's
hard nipples hungrily as the blonde girl fumbled at the buttons on her
blouse, her fingers sought to find and free the black girl's firm,
shapely breasts.
Casey had dropped to a crouch and now kissed her way down the back
line of Lynn's lacy thong as it pointed the way down to and past her
anus to the pussy it barely covered. Casey slipped her tongue under
the edge of Lynn's panty crotch to lick at her wetness, then sucked
her juices through the sheer fabric before finally sliding the thong
off altogether and entering Lynn from beneath with her tongue. When
Casey's hungry lips found Lynn's rock hard little clit, the blonde
girl's knees buckled and Tanisha supported her to the bed.
The two laid their girlfriend out on her bed. Tanisha, now without her
blouse and braless, resumed kissing, licking, nibbling and caressing
her mouth, neck, earlobes and breasts. Casey lay between Lynn's spread
legs, with her mouth busily pleasuring the blonde girl's now soaking
pussy. The butchy little brunette alternated between sucking and
tonguing her clit and flicking her tongue rapidly in and out of her
vagina.
"MmmmmmmOhhhhhhhhOooooooohAhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lynn cried out, past all
coherence as a powerful first orgasm wracked her body. Her hips pumped
and thrust mindlessly; trying to ram her pussy into Casey's mouth.
Lynn desperately wanted more of the hot little tongue that nearly
tortured her with pleasure. At the same time, she reached out to take
hold of Tanisha's hips, pulling the beautiful black girl over her face
into a kneeling position. Luckily, Tanisha had rid herself of jeans
and panties or Lynn's seemingly starving mouth would have met denim
rather than the gorgeous, soaking, dark pussy she wanted so badly.
With a primal, hungry cry, Lynn buried her face between Tanisha's
thighs, while her fingers clung, digging into the black girl's hips
and ass cheeks. Tanisha gave voice to her own pleasure as Lynn's
hungry lips and tongue brought her to a first orgasm, even as Lynn
herself thrashed and moaned into a second.
Tanisha dismounted from Lynn's mouth and bent to kiss lips and cheeks
slathered in her own juices. She didn't have long to consider her own
musky, sweet flavor as Lynn was reaching down to haul Casey up to
kneel over her face. Tanisha paused long enough to exchange a
passionate kiss with the slender brunette before moving down between
Lynn's thighs.
"Tanisha, please!" Lynn's voice sounded half-choked between her own
lust and Casey's pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me, I want to feel your pussy.
I want to feel your pussy on mine!" She thrust her hips toward her
lover as if to punctuate her need.  Tanisha complied. She moved to a
position similar to what she'd started with Casey earlier. First she
knelt between Lynn's spread thighs. The sight and scent of the
blonde's soaking pussy enticed her senses. She wanted to taste the
sweet blonde girl so badly. But instead she lifted one of Lynn's legs
onto her shoulder, then pressed her hips forward so that her drenched
vaginal lips and clit made contact with Lynn's. Pumping her hips,
Tanisha rubbed her pussy against the blonde haired slit before her. As
the two vaginas met and pressed into each other, Tanisha could Lynn's
warm juices flowing into her own mons, while her pussy sent out its
own waves of warm wetness to mingle with the blonde girl's. Tanisha's
breathing grew ragged and heavy as waves of pleasure built within her.
Lynn, by now, had her mouth fully occupied with Casey's pussy. The
brunette had mounted her face in a reversed posture, allowing Lynn to
lick her from the lower edge of her opening up to her clit. As the
blonde girl tongue-fucked her, and greedily sucked her juices, she
leaned forward to resume kissing Tanisha, who was humping Lynn's
crotch more and more wildly. Between their two mouths, Casey and
Tanisha tasted the pussies of the three girls unified. Tanisha still
had Casey's taste – a bit stronger and more pungent than the other two
– while Casey's mouth contained a mixture of Tanisha's musky sweetness
and Lynn's more delicate musk. The combined scents and flavors, along
with the intense lovemaking, caused the two kissing girls to groan
into each other's mouths as all three girls reached orgasm. Lynn cried
out into Casey's pussy, as the boyish brunette experienced a deep
orgasm that sent a small gusher of juice into the blonde girl's open
mouth and splattered on her face and chin. Tanisha and Lynn shouted
their pleasure into each others' mouths before collapsing as orgasmic
spasms robbed their limbs of control and balance. The three girls
clung together and kissed frantically until the waves of passion and
pleasure subsided.
"Now," Lynn said dreamily through panting breath, "you two need to
tell me how you were late,  and where – between Tanisha's work and
here – did you find a place to have sex?"
Between the two of them, Casey and Tanisha recounted the afternoon's
hours and Casey's visit to Tanisha's very interesting job at an occult
bookstore. Casey told how she was startled, first, at the sudden voice
that greeted their entry through the front door.
"That's a recording of Simon Callow playing Aleister Crowley in a
movie," Tanisha explained. "Claire has a motion sensor on the front
door that plays it when someone walks in. It sounds really cool and
spooky." She mimicked the voice: "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole
of the law."
"... and you know the right answer to give?" Lynn asked, curious.
"I've worked there for over two years," Tanisha shrugged. "I've heard
and said it enough times." She continued the narrative, describing and
explaining her employer a bit. At that point, Casey had to bring out
her new tarot cards for inspection before the narration resumed. She
took over when they had walked into Claire's temple / classroom cum
playroom in the back of the shop, describing the erotic, eastern
influenced dιcor, the cushions, the wine and finally the sex-toy the
shop owner had left for them, and which, Tanisha had used on her.
"Well," Lynn asked curiously.
"Well what?" Casey asked in return.
"Where is it?"
"What?"
"The strap-on, silly," Lynn handed her a cross-eyed look. "You tell me
that Tanisha fucked you with a big, black strap-on but where is it?"
"Uh, we didn't know if it was really for us or just for a loan," Casey
looked a bit uncomfortable. "We left it there."
"You mean to say that you get to be fucked like the boy you look like,
and there's no Tanisha with a hard toy for me?" Lynn looked
exasperated. "What the fuck? I'm the femme here, and I want my two
butchy girlfriends to fuck me!" She compressed her lips. "If your boss
tells you that toy was meant for you on Monday, Tanisha, will you
please bring it right back here that night and please fuck my brains
out?"
"I sure will" Tanisha could not resist grinning.
"...and please do not ever fuck your boss?" Lynn asked quietly. "That's
the best way to lose a job."
"I know," Tanisha nodded. She'd already heard that Claire and her
previous afternoon girl had experienced a falling-out that led to the
latter being fired. If she could name a flaw in her job it was that
the owner's indiscriminately amorous nature seemed perfectly made to
foment personal drama.
"Speaking of jobs, and such," Lynn continued. "Tanisha, you have an
appointment with Miko on Tuesday, right after English Lit."
"I do?"
"Yes, I spoke to her while you and Casey were having adventures
without me," the blonde girl looked cutely pouty. "Dress nicely – wear
a short skirt if you have one – and be ready to answer some tough
questions."
"About what?" Tanisha's brows furrowed a little.
"About being gay, coming out like you did, your relationship with us,
your grades, and most importantly, why she should let you rush late."
"You mean ...?"
"You have a late pledge interview for Delta Delta Delta sorority."
Lynn's blues eyes shined excitedly. "Just be calm, answer her
questions, and, well, be ready for Miko."
"Be ready for her?"
"Be ready," Casey affirmed. "Miko can be a handful and she's one smart
cookie."
"I'll be ready," Tanisha promised, looking thoughtful. "This really
means a lot to me, Lynn."
"It means a lot to us," Lynn told her, "and you mean a lot to me."
The three girls exchanged passionate kisses before moving to the
dinner Lynn had laid out for them in the room. Pot roast spiced with
garlic and rosemary; slow cooked in a rich gravy, with potatoes,
carrots and green beans, and glasses of red wine awaited three hungry
young women.
"How'd you get wine?" Casey asked between mouthsful.
"It's a present," Lynn told her, "to us from Miko."
Tammy sat on the couch in her trailer, Sunday afternoon, and felt
sulky. After Tanisha and her girlfriends had left, she'd come back to
see her mother off to work and then sought comfort in bed with
Laresha.  The older, lovely black woman had once again proved herself
the best lover the thin little red head had ever experienced. She'd
let Tammy, pouting, suckle her breasts before going down to lick and
suck her pussy and had then fucked her, with confident fingers, in
both openings, simultaneously. The ginger haired teen had climaxed
repeatedly and fallen asleep in her arms.
Today, however, felt less comforting. Tammy's aunt, Karen, had called
her mother to report that her husband was away. Joyce had spent nearly
an hour on the phone.
"You don't say," Tammy had heard her mother say into the receiver.
"He's in Baltimore?"  The woman on the other end of the line said
something in reply. "He's in Baltimore for a month? Wonderful! I'd
love to get together, and I'm sure Laresha will feel the same." She
giggled girlishly. Tammy had groaned. She knew what that giggle meant.
Her uncle, Byron – pretentious bastard – had never been able to accept
his wife's obvious bisexuality, preferring to ignore it, pretending
that she was the perfect "pretty wife." While this left Karen with a
lot of free time and latitude, it still caused strain in the
relationship where Byron forced himself to turn his head to "not see"
Karen "playing" with girlfriends – particularly, her own, and his
sisters.
Joyce and Karen had begun experimenting with each other sexually in
their teens and had developed a sexual affair that they never really
let go. Joyce's divorce had made matters easier on her end – she and
Karen got together while Byron was away on business rather than trying
to duck and dodge between two husbands. Somewhere, along the way,
Karen had managed to seduce his sister Denise as well, although she'd
moved to BC, Canada several years previously and Tammy hadn't seen her
since.
The giggling tone in her mother's voice translated into "girl's night
out," that Sunday evening. Joyce, Laresha, and Karen would go out to a
"women's club" – a private, exclusively lesbian bar – in Portland and
from there would return to Karen's house for "girl time" – sex. Tammy
was eighteen, not the twenty-one years old required to get into the
club as a patroness, and therefore would find herself relegated to
staying home, likely keeping company with her cousin, Veronica.
Six months younger than Tammy, Veronica wasn't bad company per se, but
she seemed a bit "airy" to the red haired teen and managed to come
across to her sexually aggressive cousin as naοve. Tammy was certain
that Veronica had some idea of her mother's doings, and semi-concealed
sex life, but said nothing about it. Instead she would talk on about
school, and who was wearing what, and the latest dramas of the high
school dating game. Beyond her own, secretive adventures with her
fellow swim team members, Tammy had never paid much attention to these
things. Veronica, on the other hand, took up cheerleading; went to
every dance – with or without a date – and read teen and fashion
magazines with a relish Tammy reserved to the environs between another
girl's thighs.
This was going to be just wonderful. Mom, Laresha and Karen would be
out for the night, while Tammy was condemned to an evening of homework
and "chick flicks." She wondered if she should make certain that "How
to Lose a Guy in Ten Days" (she was certain she could do it in ten
minutes) "Sweet Home Alabama," "Sleepless in Seattle," and – horror
upon boredom – "Titanic," all took up places near the front and center
of the DVD tower in the living room. If Veronica insisted upon
watching that last film, first thing in the evening again, Tammy felt
certain that she would run to the bathroom, retch, and then hole up in
her bedroom with her homework and her mother's copy of "Best Lesbian
Erotica" for company. Her mother had once tried to point out that Kate
Hudson, Reese Witherspoon, Meg Ryan, and Kate Winslet were all
gorgeous women, well worthy of some fantasizing. Tammy had pointed out
that, of the four, only – maybe – Ryan had ever even thought of
kissing another girl. She'd given up on "straight girl" fantasies not
long after she turned fifteen. Tammy sighed and braced herself as
Joyce hung up the phone and bustled into the living room.
"There's news honey," she began, "your uncle Byron has been having a
long distance affair with a woman in Baltimore ..."
"That's news?" Tammy had known that Byron slept around on her aunt as
much as Karen did on him, if not more.
"He's spending the month on the East Coast with his mistress,
finalizing some details, and then moving out." That was news. Joyce
continued: "Your aunt Karen is a little upset ..." Why? "...and wants
Laresha and I to go out with her to the Vineyard tonight." There it
was, all night at the exclusive club, then back to Karen's place.
"Mom," Tammy whined, "does Laresha have to go? Does Veronica have to
come over here? It's going to be so boring and frustrating."
"Tammy," Joyce's tone reproved, "there's nothing wrong with Veronica."
"She's not gay and you and Aunt Karen always make me watch chick
flicks with her. God ... she's a ... a ..."
"... a regular teen aged girl?" Joyce finished for her. "Honey, not
every girl in the world can be a lesbian and there's no reason you
can't be friends with a straight cousin."
"Mom," Tammy's tone rose in pitch. "I hate hanging out with straight
girls. Veronica will talk about boys all night long. Yech!"
"You can either keep her company or hide in your room and watch your
t. v." Joyce told her firmly. "It's your choice."
"If it was my choice," Tammy told her, "I'd be with you and Laresha
and Aunt Karen."
"Aunt Karen doesn't know about how you like older women," Joyce
explained – for the umpteenth time, "she knows you're gay but thinks
you're dating girls from school. I don't know how she'd react to you
coming on to her, or having sex with Laresha and I."
"She's your sister," Tammy retorted, "and you've been fucking her
since you both were my age. How do you think she'd react?"
"That's just it honey, I don't know," Joyce reproved. "We have to be discreet."
"Discreet?" Tammy wailed. "Like when you and Laresha check out my ass
and tits at the pool? Or when you two stare at that Mexican girl's
crotch all afternoon?"
"Honey, nobody notices that," Joyce told her.
"I notice it," Tammy retorted. "I get horny and jealous every time you
look at her."
"Honey," Joyce replied evenly, "you notice because you're gay and you
look at girls as much as do we. We're wearing sunglasses and nobody
else can see who or what we look at. Besides, she's gorgeous. All the
women in her family are beautiful."
"She doesn't even shave or trim her pussy hair," Tammy told her. "I
always see it poking out around the edges of her swimsuit. I'll bet
going down on her would feel like trying to eat a ball of wet dental
floss."
"Tammy, Tammy," Joyce shook her head. "We're going out and Veronica
will be here in an hour, so you can either sulk all night or make the
best of it. You decide."
"Alright ..." Tammy did not sound convinced.
Karen and Veronica arrived about forty-five minutes later. Veronica
had her mother's pretty face structure, but not the flaming scarlet
hair that Karen, Joyce, and Tammy had in common. She was tall and
willowy, wearing her hair in a platinum blonde wave over big,
baby-blue eyes. Her breasts were small and her hips narrow, supporting
a taut – though rather flat - ass, similar to Tammy's, but she towered
a head taller than her slightly older cousin. She wore a sleeveless
blouse over a green mini-skirt and the high-top Converse shoes that
were the "edgy, punky, in thing" at school. Tammy got up off the couch
long enough to say "hello," and to see the older women off – Laresha
was very excited about the night out – and then retreated back to a
small fortress of pillows she'd constructed in the middle of the long
couch, directly in front of the television. She'd all but finished her
homework, and the books and notebooks sat in a neat pile on the floor,
near her feet. Two liter-bottles of cold soda and a large pot of
popcorn dominated the coffee table in front of her. Veronica sat down,
close enough to reach the popcorn, and both girls watched the older
women leave.
"So," Tammy asked resignedly, "what'll it be? I've got all your
favorites lined up."
"Do you really want to watch those with me?" Veronica asked, her voice
sounded rather high pitched and breathy, adding to the ethereal
qualities of her appearance. "Wouldn't you rather talk for a while?"
"Sure," Tammy replied, trying to hide the note of morose annoyance
from her voice. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to know something," Veronica watched her mother's car pull
away, "and I think you know all the answers."
"Me?" Tammy asked her, surprised. "What do I know all the answers to?"
"My Mom," Veronica leveled her watery blue eyes at Tammy's emeralds.
"I don't think she really likes men at all."
"What makes you say that?"
"She wasn't too upset when my Dad told her that he's leaving,"
Veronica replied. "She took him to the airport this morning and then
called your mom to go out."
"They go out every time he's away," Tammy said, more guardedly now.
"I know," the feathery blonde hair moved as Veronica nodded, "they
always send me over here to stay with you and you hate it. Why do you
hate me?"
"I don't hate you, Veronica," Tammy swallowed, trying to answer
honestly, "I just have things I'd rather do than watch chick flicks."
"Like making out with other girls?"
Tammy's eyes widened. She'd clearly underestimated her cousin.
Carefully she set down her soda bottle.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I've seen some things – DVD's my Mom hides from my Dad and me – and
some other things," Veronica said quietly. "I've watched some of those
disks, and I've seen my Mom with one of the neighbor women when she
thought I wasn't around."
"I see," Tammy swallowed again. "What's on those DVD's and what was
your Mom doing?"
"Those disks are movies of women doing things with other women, and
girls too," Veronica informed her, keeping her voice very even, "and
my Mom and Ms. Carter from across the street were doing the same
things."
Tammy inhaled and exhaled slowly. Aunt Karen's secret was out to her
daughter, no doubt of that. This was just what she needed, a
distraught airhead rambling on all evening ...
"So why do you think I know the answers?" she asked very deliberately.
"You look at other girls the same way my mom – and your mom do. You
don't just look at a girl's face; you look at her lips, her chest, and
her hips. When she walks away, you watch her butt. You check other
girls out," Veronica's voice carried a faint note of reproof. "I think
you like other girls and you make out with them."
"Ok," Tammy struggled to regain her composure, "say I do like girls.
What do you think I can answer?"
"Why"
"Why what?"
"Why do you like girls? Why don't you like boys? Do they bore you?
What's it feel like when you kiss a girl? Have you ever touched
another girl ... you know ..." Veronica blushed bright red, "...felt her
tits or put your hands down her pants?"
It was Tammy's turn to blush, scarlet as her hair. Words came up,
conflicted and died in her throat. She struggled with a thousand
different replies as her cousin looked her steadily in the eye.
"Yes, Veronica," she admitted. "I've kissed other girls – I do it all
the time – and I've felt girls' tits and pussies, and more. I do it
all the time."
"Why?"
"Because girls are hot," Tammy shrugged. "They make me hot, and I want
them. I just like girls because I'm gay."
"I see," Veronica seemed to digest this information. "What would you
say if I told you that watching my mom's videos made me wet? That I
had to ...  you know ..."
"Masturbate?"
"Yes," Veronica's face became even redder, if that was possible. "When
I watched those disks, I had to put my fingers in my panties, I got
wet, and my nipples got really hard and achy."
"I'd say you got horny," Tammy grinned. "It's nothing to get upset about."
"But I get horny watching girls do it with other girls," Veronica insisted.
"So?," Tammy almost laughed. "Lots of girls get hot looking at other
girls. Lots of girls try it with another girl at least once."
"You're lying."
"Nope," Tammy was smug.
"My Dad told my Mom it's not normal."
"Your Dad flew all the way across country to fuck around on your Mom,"
Tammy pointed out. "Do you think that's normal?"
"Isn't that different?"
"How?"
"I don't know," Veronica seemed unhappy and confused. "Tammy, what if
I'm like you? What if they don't want gay girls to cheerlead? What if
I lose all my friends?"
"Have you ever done it with a boy?" Tammy asked.
"Once," her cousin replied.
"How was it?"
"Fast," Veronica remembered. "It hurt a little and then it was icky
and it was over and he ran away from me next day at school."
"Sounds about par for a boy at school to me," Tammy opined. "That's
all any girl I've ever known has said. It's supposed to get better ..."
She shrugged, really not knowing.
"Have you," the blue eyes fastened on Tammy, "ever done it with a boy?"
"No," the red haired teen shook her head. "I only have sex with girls."
"From school?"
"That's my private knowledge," Tammy replied.
"I see," Veronica appeared to consider this carefully. "Tammy?"
"Yes?"
"Does your Mom keep disks like my Mom's?"
"Oh, yeah," Tammy grinned. "Tons of them."
"Do you ever watch them?"
"All the time," Tammy felt as though she were back on familiar ground.
"Aren't you worried your Mom will catch you?"
"Veronica," Tammy told her earnestly, "my Mom is gay. She's always
been gay, same as me. We don't try to hide it from each other and she
knows all my girlfriends. I watch my Mom's porn any time I want."
"Can we watch one?" Veronica's eyes implored. "Will you watch it with
me, tell me what the girls are doing, and why they like it?"
"Veronica," Tammy's brow crinkled. "I'm not so sure that I'm the one
you want to do that with."
"Why?"
"Well," Tammy hesitated, "just because it's really sort of personal,
do you know?"
"No Tammy," Veronica's voice became more firm sounding. "I don't know
and I don't think my Mom or any of her friends will tell me. I have to
understand this – about her and about me – and I want your help."
"Ok," Tammy still hesitated, "but you know, you're going to get hot
and want to masturbate ..."
"Will that bother or embarrass you?"
"Embarrass? No, it won't embarrass me," Tammy told her, "but it might
"bother" me in a certain way."
"It'll make you want to masturbate?" Veronica asked.
"That and some ..." Tammy replied.
"I don't mind you masturbating, if you don't mind me doing it," the
blonde girl told her.
"Are you really sure?" Tammy's eyebrows went up.
"I'm really sure," Veronica told her.
"Ok," Tammy told her, "then let me find something and let's just
assume we're going to want to touch ourselves."
"Ok?"
"So," Tammy explained, "for ease and convenience, we should take off
our panties, you drop your skirt and I'll take off my jeans."
"Will you pull the curtains?"
"Of course," Tammy grinned at her.
"But my nipples get hard too," Veronica offered.
"Do you want to take off your blouse and bra?" Tammy asked.
"I think so," her cousin returned, "if you will."
By way of answer, Tammy pulled her t-shirt off over her head. She
wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples stood out from firm, small
breasts. She dropped her jeans and panties to the floor and stood in
front of Veronica naked. Her cousin hurried, with fumbling fingers, to
follow suit.
"You get ready," Tammy told her. "I'll find a video."
Tammy walked the three steps into her mother's bedroom. One pull on a
sliding closet door, a tip up on tiptoes, and two large boxes filled
with lesbian erotic DVD's filled her hands. Quickly, she rummaged
through them, knowing what she wanted already. It wouldn't fit to find
a "matures and girls" video, not yet. Tammy wanted a film that was
more or less believable, and had some sort of story, but also
consisted of all teen aged girls. The "Field of Schemes" series came
readily to hand, and she selected one that featured Dana – a hot,
butchy, brunette actress – seducing a girl who thought she was
straight. Disk in hand, she returned to the living room to find her
naked cousin waiting, expectantly, on the sofa.
Veronica had tied her thick cloud of blonde hair back in a ponytail,
fully exposing her small, pert breasts. Tammy could tell that she was
nervous – and excited – her nipples stood out like little pencil
erasers and the ginger teen detected a familiar, rising scent of
female musk. As she opened the DVD case, then opened the drawer on the
player, and inserted the disk – all with a forced nonchalance – she
could feel Veronica's eyes on her back. She knew that her blonde
cousin was checking out her ass. Tammy wondered why Veronica had never
tripped her "gaydar" before. Right now, the little needle in the red
head's brain slammed again and again at its upper limit. Every
instinct in her body screamed "horny baby dyke behind you." Tammy took
a very deep breath, released it slowly; she turned to join Veronica on
the couch.
The film started off with two girls quarrelling. The butchy brunette,
Dana, voiced her frustration at being forced to share a dorm room with
a straight girl ... her roommate, a girl named Piper, seemed	equally put
out. Things proceeded from there. At first, Tammy forced herself to
keep her eyes on the screen, although she'd seen this movie a dozen
times. A squeak from Veronica caused her to dart her eyes left and
smile. Her blonde cousin sat on the edge of the couch, leaning
forward, with the fingers of one hand caressing and pinching a nipple.
Her other hand she had busy in her crotch.
"Do you like this, Veronica?" Tammy whispered.
"Yes," the blonde girl replied between heavy breaths. "But why is it
so different between masturbating and another girl on you?"
"Here," Tammy said, lifting her cousin's hand away from her pussy,
"maybe I can show you." She slid her middle finger down between the
folds of her cousin's outer pussy lips. As expected, the blonde girl's
vagina was soaked with her juices.  Tammy stroked her finger up and
down, massaging Veronica's clit as the blonde girl moaned. "Which
feels better?" she asked softly, "your finger, or mine?"
"Yours," Veronica groaned, "oh god, your finger feels so good ..."
"Have you ever tried this?" Tammy used her finger to push her cousin's
pussy lips apart. Slowly pressing with the fingertip, she gently
entered her cousin's pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh" Veronica moaned again.
"Why don't you lean back?" Tammy suggested. "Now, is it better doing
yourself, or having me fuck you?" She slowly pumped her finger in and
out of Veronica's almost painfully tight opening. Tammy was glad that
Veronica was soaking wet and her own nails were cut short. This
wouldn't have worked at all with a scared, dry girl or long nails.
Veronica leaned back against the upright couch cushions. She began to
tentatively pump her hips, humping the finger that fucked her.
"Oh god Tammy," she breathed. "It's so much better with you."
"With me, what?" Tammy asked her impishly.
"With you ..." Veronica's voice trailed off.
"Say what I'm doing that's better or I'll stop," Tammy told her wickedly.
"Please, no, don't stop," Veronica implored. "It's so much better when
you fuck me than touching myself."
"Yes, I thought so," Tammy smiled sweetly as she continued to gently
pump her finger in and out of Veronica's pussy. "You're really tight,"
she told the blonde girl, "your pussy really feels good."
"Yes ...good ..."  the willowy blonde responded.
"Now," Tammy asked her, "what else would you like to know?"
"Do you want to kiss me?" Veronica wasn't asking, she was begging.
Tammy leaned over her and their open lips met. Veronica's kissing was
tentative, almost furtive, but she quickly learned to relax as Tammy's
tongue explored her mouth. She groaned in surprise and obvious lust as
the red haired teen sucked her tongue.
"Don't touch your-self anymore," Tammy guided the blonde's hands away
from her breasts and onto her own body. "Touch me." Veronica's fingers
clumsily explored her breasts, pinched and twisted her nipples
tentatively. Tammy moaned into her mouth and shifted her lips to kiss
and nibble the blonde girl's neck and earlobes. She was rewarded a
moment later as Veronica's fingers found their way into her own
soaking pussy, pressing her lips apart urgently, and entered her.
Tammy spread her legs to allow her cousin easier access. "That's right
honey, you can fuck me too."
"But what are those girls doing with their mouths?" Veronica managed
to gasp. "Why are they licking and sucking each other down there?"
"That's the best part," Tammy told her. "Want to try it?"
"Oh, yes ..."
"First you have to know what it's going to be like," Tammy explained.
She withdrew her finger from Veronica's opening and smiled when the
blonde protested. "It'll be even better," she said to quiet her
cousin's complaint. "First you need to know how pussy smells," she
lifted her finger and held beneath the blonde girl's nose. "Breathe
deeply. Isn't that good?"
Veronica inhaled the scent of her own musk and felt a new wave of
desire pour through her body. Her breathing became even more rapid and
heavy.
"Oh god," she moaned.
"Good?" Tammy asked
"It smells wonderful," was the response.
"Now taste," Tammy inserted her finger into Veronica's mouth. "Go
ahead, suck on it." The blonde girl complied, groaning.
"Tammy, that's ..."
"That's how you taste lover," Tammy whispered encouragingly. She
re-entered Veronica's pussy and pumped her finger a few times. The
blonde humped back enthusiastically. Tammy withdrew her finger and
slipped it back into her cousin's mouth. "How's that taste? Even
better?"
"Oh my god," Veronica's blue eyes held a glazed, faraway look, "I'm so
hot and wet."
"Don't you just love the way a hot, tight little pussy tastes?"
"God, yes ..."
"Good," Tammy smiled, "now take your finger out of me and smell and
taste it." Veronica did as she was bidden and groaned loudly. "Do I
taste good?"
"Wonderful"
"Do you want my pussy, Veronica?" Tammy asked her.
"Yes ..."
"Yes, what ...honey?"
"Yes ..."
"You have to tell me what you want," Tammy instructed her. "You have
to say "I want to eat your pussy, Tammy.""
"God," Veronica tried to find her breath, "I want your pussy Tammy, I
want to eat your pussy!"
"Good," Tammy approved, moving her lips and tongue to Veronica's
breasts and nipples. The blonde girl gave a small cry and pulled her
head hard against her chest. Tammy licked, sucked and nibbled her
cousin's hard little nipples then began to teasingly lick her way down
Veronica's tummy. "Do you want me to eat your pussy, honey?" She
asked, from halfway down.
"Oh god, yes, please, please," Veronica turned wide eyes on her.
"Please, Tammy, eat my pussy!" Tammy tongued her way into Veronica's
crotch. She breathed the surprisingly heavy perfume of the blonde
girl's aroused musk and then slipped her tongue between the waiting
folds of her outer lips. She was rewarded with a strangled groan from
somewhere above as her tongue found its way into her cousin's drenched
slit. Tammy called upon years of expertise, licking slowly all around
Veronica's pussy before entering her with an eager tongue and flicking
it in and out.
Instantly, Veronica began to pump her hips, bucking at the tongue that
gave her such intense pleasure. Tammy found what she was looking for
in the blonde girl's tiny, rock hard little clit and began to suck and
tongue it, alternately fucking her cousin with her tongue. Veronica's
fingers laced into her red hair and pulled her face hard into her
crotch. She bucked her hips wildly for several seconds, then stiffened
and arched her back as Tammy's tongue found her most sensitive spots.
Her eyes flew sightlessly wide-open as her climax ripped through her
and washed over her. The world spun backward around Tammy's head as
her moans of pleasure turned into strangled gasps of orgasm.
Veronica's juices flooded into the red-headed teen's mouth and she
licked and slurped them up greedily. Tammy kept licking and sucking
until the blonde girl went limp above and around her, and the legs
that had suddenly moved to encircle her head lost the powerful
squeezing of muscular control.
Tammy slowly disengaged herself from Veronica's legs and pussy,
clambering up, heedless of her aching neck, to kiss her cousin deeply.
Veronica returned the kiss, greedily tasting herself in her lover's
mouth. Their lips slowly parted and Tammy watched focus return to her
cousin's eyes.
"That is why girls like other girls," Tammy said softly, "and that is
why I don't want to fuck boys."
"Boys can't do that," Veronica whispered, gasping for air. "Tammy?"
"Yes honey," Tammy kissed her gently.
"I don't like boys anymore either."
"Then welcome to a new world," Tammy smiled at her tenderly. "You are
a lesbian, Veronica. You're a dyke like me."
"Does that mean I have to dress and act like a boy," Veronica seemed
puzzled, "the way you do?"
"Do you feel like a boy?" Tammy asked her.
"No, I feel like a girl who really loves the way you eat my pussy."
"Then be a girl who loves the way I eat pussy," Tammy replied. "You're
a femme, hell, I'd say you're a lipstick," she grinned. She now wore
Veronica's lipstick smeared all over her face, "I'm more of a butch."
"Ok," Veronica wasn't in a mood for discussion just that moment.
"Well?"
Veronica looked up at Tammy expectantly.
"Are you ready to really taste my pussy?" Tammy grinned at her.
"Oh god Tammy," her cousin breathed. "I want your pussy so bad. Can
you show me how to do it, like you do?"
"Come into my bedroom and let's find out," Tammy took Veronica's hands
in her own pulled her to a shaky standing position. She backed slowly
down the hallway toward her bedroom, gently guiding the blonde girl to
follow.
Tanisha, Casey and Lynn woke slowly in Lynn's bed on Sunday morning.
Just as on Saturday, they took their time waking up, kissing and
fondling each other, and thinking about breakfast. Lynn had promised
to cook again and all three girls looked forward to her waffles. While
it was against the rules to have a range or a regular oven in the dorm
room, Lynn did keep a small electric skillet, a waffle iron, a
microwave, and various bowls and measuring and mixing utensils. Using
these she was able to provide a tasty breakfast of waffles and eggs to
supplement the food from the campus dining facility.
Over breakfast, the three discussed Tanisha's upcoming interview with
Miko. Tanisha announced that she wanted to get her hair cut.
"Face it," she told her girlfriends, "I'm not all that femmy, and you
both call me a butch. I want to wear my hair short."
"How's that going to look with this skirt?" Casey nodded toward the
garment in question.
"Hot," Tanisha replied. "Haven't you ever seen some of the sexy short
styles for black girls?"
"So," Lynn mused, "a short skirt and a blouse, short hair ..."
"... and no bra," Casey chimed in. "You'll have Miko drooling over you."
Lynn looked serious at that comment. She'd slept with Miko, and knew
how sexually demanding – no commanding – the asian girl could be. She
sighed. Letting Miko into Tanisha's panties was one way of hedging
their bet to get the beautiful black girl into Tri-Delt – and thus to
throw the sorority's influence behind the bid to move her into the
shared dorm room – but she wasn't sure that the idea of her girlfriend
having sex with the sorority president appealed to her now. Before,
Lynn would have paid to see Tanisha fuck Miko and to see the gorgeous
black girl sexually stand up to the often domineering Japanese senior.
Now, she felt a twinge of possessiveness at the idea. She sighed
inwardly. Up until Tanisha had come into their lives, she and Casey
had reveled in the sexual freedom of the college's lesbian
sub-community. Both girls had slept around, shared sexual exploits
with other girls, and privately crowed about seducing young women from
the "straight" sororities – particularly the self righteous members of
the "high and mighty" Chi Omega. Today, Lynn felt as though she could
punch any "Chi-O" girl who looked at Tanisha or Casey with veiled lust
– and most would.
Despite desperate attempts to maintain their air of scornful
superiority, the Christian sorority had been rocked by sex scandals
over the last decades – Lynn knew the history – and had even suffered
the decertification of its chapters in more than one state for sex
parties, sexual coercion incidents, and worse. Tri-Delt had no such
pretensions. Its members were openly gay, and openly free about their
sexuality. This could have its drawbacks.
Casey, true to her butch nature, didn't seem to have many qualms about
her girlfriend having a sexual encounter with the sorority president
or officers. She'd clearly enjoyed two and a half fairly wild years of
a lesbian party lifestyle. Lynn had to admit that, even now, their
relationship was not completely exclusive but she felt a desire for
something more stable.
She wanted something more home-like and she wanted both Casey and
Tanisha in her home. Thinking about it as she ate, half listening to
what her girlfriends discussed, she realized that she wanted to move
away from the dormitory and away from its wilder characters like
Shannon McClaine. Shannon would sleep with nearly anyone – as long as
she was female – and Miko continued to let her get away with it. Lynn
abruptly wondered if Miko actually cared, or was Shannon simply a
sexual convenience? Was Shannon merely someone Miko could easily
buffalo into bed when she felt hard up? The Japanese girl gave the
impression of being far more selective than her wild girlfriend, but
Lynn had to admit that her sorority president slept around just as
often. Lynn made a mental note to talk to her girlfriends about her
feelings, and about pooling their resources to find an apartment of
their own.
"Lynn?" Tanisha's voice broke through her private reverie. "Lynn
Sulis? Is there anybody in there?"
"Just thinking," Lynn smiled. "Sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about," Tanisha told her. "I wanted to
say this breakfast is delicious. Want help with dishes?"
"Sure." Lynn smiled again. Tanisha tended to come across as far more
"domestic" than Casey, who would have needed to be asked to help
rather than volunteering. "Thank you."
"Afterward," the black girl continued, "I'd like to serenade you two a
little." She grinned, a bit shyly, "I really need to practice my
guitar."
"You play guitar?" Lynn hadn't known this.
"It's right over there," Tanisha indicated a large, flat, rectangular
case propped against the wall.
"But don't you need an amplifier or something?"
"It's a Pig Nose," Tanisha pointed. "It's the little brown leather box
on the floor next to the guitar. Plugs in or runs on batteries."
"I'd love to hear you play," Lynn smiled. Learn something new about
your lover every day and you'll never go wrong, she thought.
Dishes proved the work of fifteen minutes, with three pairs of hands
and non-stick surfaces helping. Afterward, Tanisha opened her guitar
case and took out the instrument it held. The rounded headstock bore
the legend "Fender Stratocaster" with a subscript of "American
Hotrod." Two pairs of oval pickups were set into the center of its
body, under six strings held in place by something that Tanisha called
a "Floyd." She wound a short, bent black bar into the "Floyd's"
base-plate and proceeded to plug a cable from the guitar to her "Pig
Nose" amplifier. Then she plugged the amplifier into the wall with a
power cord she took from a compartment in her guitar case. The body of
the guitar sported a deep, wine red finish, while a curved piece of
plastic – the "pickguard" Tanisha explained – between body and strings
was a shiny black with little metallic flakes in it. Tanisha thumbed
through the strings quickly, and adjusted several tiny knobs on the
"Floyd" until she seemed satisfied. Then she quickly ran through
several scales and exercises, both picking and simply tapping the
frets on the neck with the fingertips of her left hand.
Neither Lynn nor Casey had ever watched an experienced guitarist
up-close, so their interest was locked on the black girl's nimble
fingers. Tanisha grinned and launched into a plaintive, melancholy
sounding blues riff. After several bars of this, she modulated to the
familiar chords of Eric Clapton's "Layla," humming the melody as she
played the lead and rhythm guitar part.
"Like it?" she looked up at her wide-eyed audience.
"Wow," Lynn breathed, "you make that look easy."
Tanisha responded by launching into the opening riff of the bawdy
Aerosmith hit "Walk This Way."
"... you ain't seen nothin' / till you're down on Lynn's muffin / then
you're sure to be a-changin' your ways ..." she sang.
Lynn blushed bright red. She hadn't expected naughty balladeering from
Tanisha, first thing on a Sunday morning.  Casey laughed and clapped.
Tanisha modulated a transition into another riff – one that seemed
familiar yet neither Casey nor Lynn could place it.
"There must be some way outta here, said the joker to the thief,
there's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen they
drink my wine, ploughman dig my earth, no one will level on the line,
nobody offered their word ..."
Tanisha played on. She brought Jimi Hendrix' riffs, to the strains of
the Bob Dylan melody, alive in a way that reached into Lynn and shook
her to her core. The blistering solo seemed to clench Lynn's heart and
even Casey fell silent as the black girl showed them the blues. It
seemed, somehow, to the two girls that they actually sat in the awe
inspiring presence of Seattle's greatest, departed, musician.
When Tanisha finished the song, Casey sat dazed. Lynn's eyes were full
of tears. Both sat in silence, and appeared afraid even to breathe.
"Don't you like Hendrix?" the black girl wondered.
"Tanisha," Lynn said quietly, "if you don't put down that guitar and
make love to me right now, I think I will die." Tanisha switched off
her amp and set her Stratocaster in a stand that she unfolded for the
purpose. Then she stood up. Lynn was in her arms before she could
blink, kissing her hungrily, while Casey pressed against her from
behind and her fingers found her girlfriend's breasts under her
night-shirt, which quickly lay on the floor discarded as three naked
female forms pressed together, kissing, groping and gnawing each
other. Lynn fell backward onto the bed they'd recently vacated and
Tanisha climbed on top of her. Their pussies mashed together wantonly
as they kissed. From behind them, Casey's tongue snaked back and forth
from one wet pussy to the other, diving as deeply as it could into her
girlfriends' openings. Lynn pulled Tanisha upward, then turned her
around to form a 69, while Casey continued to tongue fuck her from
between her legs.
"I want you both, together, now," the blonde girl husked, as she
pulled Tanisha's hips down and brought her pussy within reach of her
hungry mouth. Tanisha began to lick and suck at Lynn's clit and pussy
lips, while Casey thrust her tongue in and out her vaginal opening,
sucking up the juices that poured out. Lynn licked and sucked
Tanisha's clit and soaking opening avariciously, unwilling to let a
single drop of her musky sweetness escape un-tasted. As Tanisha began
to pump her hips, Lynn entered her with two fingers, then inserted
inserted the index finger of her other hand into her ass. Tanisha
began to grunt and grind her pussy into Lynn's tongue and fingers.
Casey, on the bottom end, entered Lynn and began to pump two fingers
in and out of her pussy as Tanisha all but mauled her clit with hungry
lips and tongue. Lynn bucked and cried out as a climax howled through
her body. Tanisha joined her moments later. After the first orgasmic
waves subsided, Lynn pulled Casey up to sit on her face, and Tanisha
moved to tongue the butchy little brunette from behind. Casey cried
out and gushed as she experienced the double tonguing that had sent
Lynn over the edge moments before. Her juices shot out in a warm
stream and drenched both her lovers' faces.
The three girls huddled together on the bed, basking in post orgasmic
glow. They giggled a bit and moaned softly as they kissed and licked
juices from each others' faces.
"That clinches it," my loves, "Lynn told them softly. "We need to talk
about some things, but first Tanisha needs that hair cut."
"Are you ok, Lynn?" Casey asked, concerned.
"Ok?" Lynn laughed. "I'm the luckiest femme in the world. I just want
to stay this way."