Tamara would sleep at my dorm most nights and I was finally adjusting to having someone sleeping next to me who wasn’t a pile of beer bottles greedily drunk so they wouldn’t stain the sheets. It was only a month and a half to go until our departure back to Oregon, Evan busying himself with anything he could to keep himself patient for our return. Tamara and I were lazily recovering from a scene last night with tea and chocolate strewn across the table in my room.
She would stretch out on her stomach across my bed so the purple spotted bruises covering her ass wouldn’t get accidentally touched. The last three days had been constantly filled with BDSM scenes and now I was too tired to function. After classes we sat together with a beer in each of our hands in my room and listened to music or watched tv. She lowered her wrapped chocolate with a huge wet bite taken out of the side. “Gabby. Can I ask you something about your mom?”
The question was out of nowhere but I shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, go for it.”
“Well…I guess I wondered how much you really knew about her. Evan never says a word. It’s not my place to know so you don’t have to answer anything-” She looked worried as I cut her off but I smiled.
“It’s really okay. I know she was a waitress when they met, and that my Dad liked her because she was funny. He said she had a lot of stories but he couldn’t pin down the truth a lot. I know that during her pregnancy everything seemed normal and then one day she just packed her things and left after I was born. I know my Dad was scared to have a kid so early initially. I guess they had only been married most of a year but never discussed having kids seriously. They decided to have me, and maybe she just felt like she made the wrong call.” Tamara looked sadly at me and her tone changed to an almost pleading question.
“Did you ever look her up? What about pictures or something like that?” I shook my head before she finished speaking.
“No, nothing. I know she signed her rights away and mailed Dad the divorce papers.” Tamara continued to look at me with a troubled expression. She sat quietly while she wondered why someone would just vanish.
“That sounds like it was brutally hard on Evan. I cant imagine your spouse leaving one night with a baby in the house. No wonder he’s so nervous about time with us.” Tamara stared of in empathy and anger.
“Yeah, he talks about it very flatly, very matter of fact, but that’s also something he might have had to practice for telling his kid one day. When I was finally conscious enough to ask those kinds of questions I’m sure it was torture for him.” I said, trying to think of any time he was particularly sad during our talks.
“Do you…ever want to look her up?” I hadn’t thought about it before but shrugging I looked at the ceiling and sipped my beer.
“No real reason to. I have a loving Dad, an amazing girlfriend, and my life has been pretty okay without her.” When I saw that Tamara wasn’t satisfied with my answer though she noticed how uncomfortable I was getting. “If I did find her its not like the first thing out of my mouth would be happy.”
“I used to wish for something like that.” She took a large gulp of the beer and casually wiped the drip on her chin with her sleeve. “I did this dumb thing,” she chuckled and sat back as she sipped again. “I would sit up at night and pretend I was adopted. That someday a van or something would show up and my real family was somehow going to appear and take me off. We’d have dinner at a table for the first time and I’d fit right in.”
Tamara was giggling at herself but she was finally opening up just a little so I didn’t want her to feel judged for anything she might want to let out. I hid my curiosity and sympathy for having that kind of past returning with light questions of my own. “Have you ever met any of the extended family? Like a cousin?”
“My Mom had a brother out somewhere like Kansas. I guess he stopped by when I was a toddler. Never got to meet him.” She said it with a hint of boredom, as if her family wasn’t interesting enough for her. When we had first discussed the idea of me chasing my Dad with consensual incest I thought her hinting at understanding might have been a previous experience with a family member, then as the abuse shined through I wondered if it was someone she had known in extended family, but now I was baffled. She continued bursa escort to think though and sipped more of her drink as the sun set in the distance. “Now that I think about it, my brother might have some kids these days.”
“Wait, how many siblings do you have?” I asked eagerly.
“Tyler is older, Steven is the youngest, and Kaylee is younger than me.” I tried to imagine her household with four kids running around and a picture of a destroyed living room came to mind as her father slept on the couch. “Tyler left home and hasn’t come back since I was about eighteen. Last I heard he met a girl and was considering proposing. He might have married her. Steven turned seventeen in January, and Kaylee turns eighteen in a month or so.” She polished her beer and seemed to be finishing them at my usual rate when I was depressed. Reaching and grabbing another she opened it with the built in notch on her keys and took a large sip.
I didn’t know what to ask next so I tried to share a little more and ease her mind. “Yeah I always wondered if my Mom went off and had more kids and decided to stay with them. I also had this conspiracy as a kid that she could have secretly cheated on my Dad or come out as gay, or maybe even transgender like me. I doubt it, but when I was a bitter teenager it made me feel a little better.”
“Yeah Steven came out to me as bisexual when I was last there. He was scared to talk about it. I just talked to him about how it was normal despite what we were raised with and he can always talk to me about it. I hope he does, I should really come out and talk to him. I don’t really get along with Tyler or Kaylee but I’m trying to save that for when they get older. Steven though, when he was maybe seven, he came to me with this big bleeding patch on his arm from falling out of a tree. Mom and Dad never gave a shit so I cleaned it up and put a bandaid on it. He whined the whole time about how useless it was but thanked me a few years later. So fucking cute.” That memory warmed her face into a smile as she looked off into her past. “I never really wanted kids but all of the instinct or whatever you want to call it is reserved for that kid.”
“No kids?” It didn’t surprise me after seeing her home so torn with no care paid to any of the four of them.
“Nah. I can pass on that experience. It’s not like I wouldn’t care for them but I have no desire to poop out a watermelon.” As she said it I almost snorted my beer in laughter. “I’m gonna send Steven my number real quick.” She smiled at her phone as I stifled the chortle and spit beer out into a tissue. “Did Evan have any other family?”
“I have a good amount of cousins, my grandparents were very religious and quiet so back in the day Evan was the rebel child. I guess he mellowed out, but I didn’t meet the extended family for more than a few holidays when I was a kid. When Evan and I hooked up for the first time I was scared of what they might think, I’m still pretty worried someone might find out.”
Tamara shrugged with a silly smile. “It’s not exactly like they can stop you. By the way… I made that comment about kids but I didn’t stop and ask if I hurt your feelings at all. You’ve never talked about wanting to but-“
“Oh I want them someday.” She looked worried that she had offended me but I put my hands up. “It’s okay, you didn’t get under my skin or anything. I’d just really love to get the chance someday and I know that wont happen. It’s not like Evan and I could apply to adopt, and nothing is coming out of me unless we have a breakthrough in medicine tomorrow.” The darker thoughts of my dysphoria nibbled at my next words. “So I just have to help him be happy since I can’t do that.”
Tamara crossed the bed and set her beer on the nightstand to pull me into a hug. “You make both of us happy. If I had grown up with you as a parent I’m sure I’d have been happier.” She let me go and the curiosity rose again about her siblings.
“So did Tyler have it any easier?”
“Sorry Gabby, I cant touch that one.” She said it without any hesitation.
I nodded, trying to show her I could leave that alone without any problems. No matter how much I held her hands or tried to comfort her, she shut down more and more. Tamara’s periods of being nonverbal could last anywhere from an hour to a whole night, so pushing the alcohol away from us I opened my arms to welcome her and wrapped her up bursa escort bayan gently. Minutes started to drip past, and thankfully the booze put her to sleep.
She slept peacefully that night, but her pieces were starting to make sense to me, and the picture was becoming more than I knew what to do with.
“Good morning Mistress.” I heard her grumble, more sleepily than sexy. My eyes slowly rose to find her looking up at me with a fussy look.
“Good morning my love.” Picking her up and curling her into a little ball, I pulled her to my chest and parted her hair from her face. “Someone doesn’t look too happy to be awake.” I laughed softly.
The gentle look of tired in her eyes turned playful. “The only thing morning is good for is bacon.”
“You could just have bacon in the evening you know.” I poked her nose.
“My god…” She stared off like we had made a humanity changing discovery.
“How about I get you food, then we can start our day?” I kissed her forehead, running one hand down her back slowly.
“Can’t we stay in bed? We don’t have to skip breakfast.”
“I dont think thats a good idea. You were really hurting last night.” I tried to get her to talk about it, but her fingers crawled their way into my panties. “Baby thats not fair I’m trying to be good to you.”
“I know you are, and you are good to me. You held me all night.” Bookmarking our talk, I spread my legs just a little so she could slip a finger into me. Tamara leaned close to watch my lips twitch as she pushed closer to my spot with her index finger. “Please. Let me please you.”
It felt like my brain had been put in a locked state, the pieces unable to move in time. Something about the angle of her finger made me feel so full, and when the tip started applying pressure, my deeper embarrassing moans filled the room. Tamara wouldn’t let up, her finger pressing my prostate like it was her personal toy. Putting my hands on her back, I squeezed her tightly as my legs shook. Filling like a thermometer my cock started shaking and spilling over at the top, spurts of cum flowing out from the pressure she had passed into me. The air around me grew thicker, and all I could consider was how long she could push that little button for. I wanted to explore exactly how much she could get my cock to spill. “Tamara please!”
The words turned to ash on my lips as she took over all other functions with her fingers. “Im gonna give you one more, and then I want a taste Mistress. I want to clean your pussy.”
Her other hand gripped my cock at the base and her thumb milked more and more, pressing firmly against my urethra get as much from my cock as she could. “Holy shit pet!” The stroking and milking made me doubt I could even stop cumming if I wanted to. More and more continued hitting the peak of my tip and running over onto her hand. Her smile widened as she looked for a way to increase it, grinning as she leaned down to flick her tongue across the slit on my cock.
Tamara broke my sanity. She exposed a deeper groaning beg that filled the dorm like a roar, and nothing went through my head anymore. Falling back onto the pillows, my head ceased any process it had before. My eyes rolled back and like she was playing with her own pussy, squirts of cum were regularly staining her skin. Tamara pulled her fingers out of me at some point, but communicating to her had only been soft moans for a while.
“Are you ready for more?” She whispered. She helped me stand on my wobbly legs, and stood back to admire her work.
Grinning at her, I led her like a dancer would take their partner to the floor as we entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. Warming steam soon saturated our skin before we even pulled back the curtain, and once we had our trembling feet on the still warming porcelain Tamara picked up the soap. She spread it across my back and slowly wrapped her hands around my chest, groping my breasts as she kissed my ears.
“I thought you were cleaning me.” I said with authority in my quiet and echoing voice. Despite my tone, behind it was a begging, Tamara had shown me the power of a submissive who could undo my inhibitions. She continued to grope at my chest and tried to work her fingers down to my hips, scrubbing them at first and then pushing her slippery hands in between my thighs. Looking over my shoulder, she had closed her eyes and started to gently escort bursa rub her fingers underneath my balls and then delicately handled them.
Her other hand pulled the skin back of my cock and slipped a finger into the skin so she could flick it back and forth. The sensation made me shudder but I turned to face her and took hold of her wrists. She had a devilish smile and tried to lower her hands so she could continue playing with me, only to have them pinned to the wall of the shower. “I told you, wash my body first if you want to play with it. Don’t tell me you’re wanting me to stay dirty, pet.” Tamara wasn’t sure how to push my buttons and spent a minute just trying to reach back down as I scolded her. Eventually she gave in and got on her knees, delicately washing each part of my legs.
She wrapped her fingers around my legs and handled them each like a vase she was shaping with the soap in her hands. When both of them were covered I turned around and spread my legs so my ass and my hanging cock were within reach. She started to move her hands upwards and pulled apart my ass, toying at my hole with a few fingers. Leaning against the shower wall I let her cover my genitals and then arched so the water would run down my back and wash the soap away. When it was clean, she buried her face into my ass and lapped at my hole with her hand sliding forward to grip my hardening clit.
Now it was my screams that echoed through the dorm from our bathroom. Tamara had the splashing water running down her body and an arm securing my shaking legs so no matter how deeply she pushed her tongue inside me, I wouldn’t fall over. My hands slid on the tile as I called out to her. “Fuck baby please don’t stop!”
My clit hardened completely in her hand. She ate me out with a few fingers stroking just underneath the tip. I clawed the tile and moaned into the wall, the taste of the grout sticking on my tongue as it rolled out of my mouth. Panting in the steam that drifted through my wet hair, the cold of the wall compared to her warmth made my senses start to mix and blur.
The thumb pressed on the underside of my dick rubbed my urethra with thumps that rang back through me, making my nails drag against the tile and chip as I tried to tell her I was getting close. Her hand that wasn’t busy with my clit was running teasing strokes along the insides of my legs. “Tamara! I’m…Im-” She responded with hard squeezes to my ass, taking a quick second to bite my ass and mark it as hers. My legs were now shaking enough to knock the bottles in our shower over and make a groaning creek fill the air.
The lightheaded feeling of how deeply I was gasping in steam overtook me. Sitting and panting next to the drain that was slowly taking my drops of cum away, Tamara had a wide grin on her face as she grabbed a bar of soap. She pulled me back into her arms with the soap caressing my body. “All clean.” She whispered in my ear with a happy tone like a pleased instructor. Reaching and shutting off the shower, we sat for another ten minutes before I could shakily fall out of the tub and grab a towel.
Tamara had to extend a hand to help me get back up and sit on the toilet. She now had a bratty strut as she grabbed a bottle of water for me. “Little pleased with yourself there?”
“Maybe my tongue work is paying off.” I watched her eye herself and grin as the comforts of being able to please her femme partners was coming to pass. “Give it time and soon I’ll be setting records.”
“Speaking of records. Have you taken care of everything that you need to with the transfer?” I looked up and saw her nodding as she applied lipstick. “Good. I still have to meet with my advisor for a bit, but then we should be all set. I’ve got class after so I’ll be back.” Getting back to the bed with wobbly legs I pulled my clothes back on. Tamara nodded again as she thumbed the controls on her phone game. She had curled right back into bed but left a nice red set of lips on my cheek before I left. The afterglow of our fun for the last two days put an unbreakable smile on my face. Grabbing my backpack, I planned the route for school and where I could stop for food, my body screaming internally for more energy.
“Hey Tamara.” She looked up from her phone with a smile. “About last night. Are you…sure you’re okay? I don’t mean to spoil the mood.”
Standing up and crossing the room to kiss me before I left, she smiled and put a hand to my cheek. “Some parts of it all are harder than others to deal with. Im grateful you’re there for when its harder. Maybe in the future we can get into it okay?” She put a gentle kiss on my lips. “Have a good time in class okay?”