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Chapter 15: A Clit is Not a Cock

Get the fuck out. It's over. For real this time.

Those were words Amanda never thought she'd have to digest. And David would never guess, no one would ever guess how much hearing those words had shattered her. After leaving David's that night, she had walked home alone in the dark, miserable and tearstained. It was the first time she had cried in years. The last time she'd cried . . . Amanda squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth as the memories flashed to the surface of her mind: her father approaching her bed in the dark of night, pulling back the cover to reveal her skinny body. She had lain motionless, pretending to sleep, terrified of what he might do. He was a cold male, never loving, never affectionate. All he cared about was smoking in his armchair and chugging beers. When Amanda came home with a good report card, he scathingly burned a hole in it with his cigarette, then told her school was for smart girls and that she'd better practice working the pole.

Walking in the dark once again, present-day Amanda pushed the thought from her mind. At least the old bastard was dead. At least he couldn't hurt her anymore. That wasn't to say her life was perfect: in the wake of her father's death, her mother laid down on the couch and never got up. She became heavily depressed and began sleeping in her own filth non-stop. It was Amanda who became the mother: cleaning up the house, preparing meals, teaching herself to study, dragging her mother to the tub for her bath. Her mother became so depressed that it got to the point of welfare, and it was Amanda who made the humiliating trip to the social worker every month with the same old report: no, she hasn't gotten up from the bed; no, she still can't take care of herself.

Taking care of her mother ate a bitter hole in Amanda's heart, ate her up until she began to hate every kid she saw with a loving mother. Little girls whose mothers dropped them off at school with kisses were bullied on the playground by Amanda. How many years had Tamantha Hughes been one of those little girls? And now the fucking bitch had taken David from her. David . . . who had always been her only friend.

Amanda walked along in the dark, pushing aside the bitter thought that David should have been there walking her home; David, who always looked after her in that way. It was a chilly night, but she was wearing overall-shorts, sandals, and a light jacket. Her paws were balled into fists in the pockets of her jacket as she walked along, her head bowed against the wind and her black braids falling down her shoulders either side of her face.

Because she loathed having to go home to her mother's filth and despair, Amanda was walking in the bitter night to a friend's. As it later turned out, this friend was a good friend to have: Rebecca Thacker was loaded. Or rather, her parents were loaded. Mr. and Mrs. Thacker, despite their wealth, were never home to enjoy it with their daughter. Always away on business trips, they left Rebecca to her own devices, and thus hardly knew a thing about their daughter, let alone that she was gay.

The Thackers lived in a mansion on the up-snot side of the town, a suburb known by the poor kids as "the Hills." Walking through the polished neighborhood looking the way she did had never been any small feat for Amanda, who was easily recognizable by authority as a poor kid out past curfew and "looking" for trouble. Not wanting a hassle, Amanda ducked in the alley, just missing a passing patrol car as she carved her usual way to the big white mansion on Gothington street.

The estate the Thackers lived on was called Gothington Cove because it faced out to the beach on the end of the street. God, Rebecca had it good: a private beach, a butler, a walk-in closet, a hot tub, a pool. And over Rebecca's double-wide bed, a circular mirror reflected its occupants. Amanda smiled to herself thinking about it: how many times had she and Rebecca cuddled together in that bed, looking up at the mirror as their naked bodies stared down at them? That first time they made love, Amanda had been embarrassed to see her own black body glossy with sweat, her rumpled mane in her eyes, her round hips and shapely legs smooth with dark fur, and she blushed furiously when Rebecca whispered huskily in her ear that they were two sexy bitches. Thinking of it now, Amanda blushed again: Rebecca was the only one who had ever been able to make her so hideously embarrassed.

Amanda reached the black fence, and after waiting for the security camera to turn the other way, she jumped it. She cursed loudly when her shorts snagged and ripped, the guard in the gatehouse yelled and emerged with his gun, and Amanda took off into the darkness, avoiding the bright lights flooding the yard. She could hear the security guard crunching through the grass after her, but he was fat, so she wasn't worried. She crouched down in the bushes and waited for him to go huffing and puffing away before she circled around to the usual tree and climbed up.

The light was on in Rebecca's wide bay windows. Amanda grinned when Rebecca looked over her shoulder, flashed a smile, came to the panes, and opened them. God, she was gorgeous. Her lush gray fur was silvery and glowed in the dim light of the candles she had lit. Her generous sixteen-year-old bosom was sheathed in whipped cream, and in her slender fingers had been a strawberry, but upon seeing Amanda, she had put the strawberry on a plate waiting on the bedside table and had clicked to the window. She was wearing clear high-heels that were so vertical her raised ass cheeks made her tail flap when they jiggled. That was the great thing about Rebecca: she had plenty of jiggle going on. She was all curves and softness and sweet smells, and she was always wearing something pink and frilly. Her long gray mane was a cloak of softness around her pretty face and its slanted eyes. Her makeup was fresh, Amanda could always tell: the glossiness of her lipgloss looked as wet and glistening as if she'd already given oral pleasure, and her eye shadow was still settling into her fur. She had also applied perfume, and the smell of it drove Amanda wild as she climbed through the window, ripped shorts and filthy jacket. She pulled Rebecca roughly into her embrace, and with a moan, sank her teeth in Rebecca's neck and licked her. She had to lean down for this pouncing: Rebecca was still very short, even with the heels.

Rebecca writhed and giggled but cried out indignantly, "Manda, wait ah minute! You're dirty and my cream is getting all over you --!"

"That's the point," Amanda moaned, backing Rebecca to the bed.

It was a wide and lavish bed, and tonight, Rebecca had laid down the red coverlet. She had once confessed to Amanda that she had purchased it with her in mind: the coverlet was just for their lovemaking. Amanda had smiled at this: how sweet.

"No, Amanda, I mean it," Rebecca said firmly and pushed Amanda at arm's length. Her cute little face scrunched up and darkened.

One look at Rebecca's adamant brown eyes and Amanda groaned: here we go again.

The cream was dripping off Rebecca's nipple and she caught it as she said scoldingly, "You get nothing from me tonight unless I hear that you told David the truth! Not a lick, not a suck, not a grab!"

Amanda laughed as she took off her jacket.

"I'm serious, Manda!" Rebecca cried darkly. She folded her arms, and Amanda loved the way her high breasts jutted over them, still lathered with whipped cream. She wanted to lap that cream off and felt her juices start when she noticed the cream was between Rebecca's legs too: it had been smeared on her sex and on her thighs. Amanda looked around the room as she kicked off her sandals and it sank in: there was a bowl of chocolates on the bedside table, rose petals on the bed, and enough candles to burn down the mansion. Amanda had promised not long ago to admit to David that she was gay and that she was also in love with Rebecca, and Rebecca, expecting Amanda to be true to her word, had gone to all these lengths to be romantic when her girlfriend finally announced that they could be lovers in the open.

How many years, after all, had Rebecca waited for this? Last year had been especially bad: finally sick of Amanda two-timing her, Rebecca had started dating David's friend Brian. Just to spite Amanda, she made-out with Brian at school in front of everyone, and one time at a party, she even sat with him on the couch and let him fill her up while Amanda - glowering across the room - watched from a corner. Smiling at Amanda with mischievous brown eyes as she tongued Brian, Rebecca had led Brian's paw to her blouse. She guided him to unbutton it as he stared at her heaving bosom. It was a noisy party and everyone had been too busy making out, throwing garbage at each other, having pillow fights, and getting drunk to really notice Rebecca and Brian on the couch, but Amanda noticed. Amanda more than noticed: Amanda acted. When Brian unhooked Rebecca's bra and her breasts heaved free, he squeezed one, and that was it: Amanda lunged across the room. She jerked Rebecca roughly to her feet, and after declaring darkly that Rebecca's tits were hers and hers alone to touch, she kissed Rebecca right in front of Brian and even felt her up. Brain had sat on the couch, flabbergasted. But his shock soon melted to cold fury, and leaping to his feet, he yanked the girls apart.

"You better not tell David," Amanda said teasingly, her mocking eyes bright as - without even looking at Rebecca - she squeezed her naked tit and massaged it. "It would kill him. You know that."

Rebecca seemed paralyzed by her humiliation: apparently, she had never expected Amanda to react -- and so wildly. She stood very still as Amanda touched her, her lipstick smeared, her eyes down, her cheeks flaming as her nipples grew harder from the obvious pleasure she was receiving from Amanda's touch.

"You're a dyke?" Brian said, staring at Amanda in disbelief. "You two are dating! All this time - Becky, were you using me? Were you using me to piss off Amanda? Look at me, damn it!"

Horrified now that others were starting to notice the scene, Rebecca slowly looked up. Her lips were trembling with anger and humiliation, and suddenly flushed under her fur, she smacked Amanda's caressing paw away and snapped, "Yes, I was!"

Brian shook his head in disgust. "You're both fucking cunts. Using guys, manipulating wolves - I don't know what I was doing with a stupid bitch like you!" He started away but stiffened when Rebecca grabbed his arm and cried, "Brian, wait! It wasn't like that! I just wanted Amanda to tell the truth! I want her to break up with David as much as you do! So - so I used you to hurt her --"

Brian snatched his arm free, and he looked so angry that Rebecca cowered from him. "Do you really think that makes it okay?" he demanded. He shook his head and added a little sadly, "Becky . . . I was starting to love you!" He looked at them both in disgust, then stalked off.

Remembering that night, present-day Amanda felt a little guilty. She was starting to realize that David was right about one thing: lying about who you are can hurt everyone around you. Everyone.

"Please tell me," Rebecca wheedled with large, pleading eyes, "that you broke up with David. Tell me you told him the truth. Tell me we can be together in the open."

Amanda was still removing her clothes and looked up as her overall-shorts fell down around her ankles. Rebecca was standing with her back to the vanity, her naked buttocks - so plump and high - reflected in the glass beneath her curled tail. Her back was very narrow, and Amanda had always loved the deep line of it. Rebecca was so small, so delicate, so soft and pretty. Amanda loved to touch her as if she was shaping her, molding her curves with her paws.

"Amanda?"

Dragged from her lusty thoughts, Amanda looked into Rebecca's urgent brown eyes and felt another sting of guilt: how long had Rebecca suffered, waiting for Amanda to stop lying? Now standing in nothing but her bra, Amanda said as she tossed her pile of clothes on the pink window seat, "I told him, babe. I told him everything. Dave and I are over for real."

It was only half the truth (she hadn't told David a thing, he had figured it out on his own), but knowing that it was what Rebecca needed to hear, Amanda happily told the lie and was relieved when her lover pounced on her. They started kissing at once, and Amanda did what she had been longing to do since she'd climbed into the room: she grabbed Rebecca's ass in fistfuls and tongued her deep. Rebecca giggled at this grabbing and gulped against the sudden intrusion of Amanda's tongue, but she kissed her girlfriend back and let herself be pressed gently to the bed.

"Be careful this time," Rebecca begged breathlessly. Amanda was all over her, on top of her, touching her nonstop. Her body rolled in the sheets and pillows under Amanda's hungry touch, and her pretty eyes fluttered open wide in a gasp at the sudden plunging of those insistent fingers in her sex. She heard Amanda smack and knew she had sucked the whipped cream from her fingers. Then Rebecca's leg was lifted, and Amanda licked her thigh as she slipped off the sharp high heels.

"Oh, no, no, not on your shoulder!" Rebecca cried, blushing furiously when her shapely thigh was placed near Amanda's neck: Amanda loved to eat her out that way, but she had always found it a submissive and embarrassing position.

Amanda paused, smiling at Rebecca's small, horrified face. "God, you're so hot when you're embarrassed," she said, and with Rebecca's little leg still on her shoulder, she leaned down and licked the cream from her tit. Rebecca hugged Amanda's head as she was suckled, and breathless with arousal, she fumbled to peel off Amanda's bra. She reached in the fabric and hungrily squeezed. God, she had always loved Amanda's breasts. Unlike hers, they were small and sharp and hardly required the bra they were wrapped in. Rebecca fumbled again to remove the bra, and Amanda shifted herself out of it, but kept licking and sucking, her fingers caressing Rebecca's sex deep and hard.

"Oh - no, Amanda!" Rebecca scolded, trapped in the awkward position of her thigh pressed to her own tit. She was folded against Amanda now, but it was the hard caressing of Amanda's fingers on her clit that pained her. "How many times do I have to tell you --"

"A clit is not a cock," Amanda finished for her and rolled her eyes. She smiled gently at Rebecca. "Yeah, okay. I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you --"

"You've been messing around with David too long," Rebecca said darkly. "You think a clit is a little dick, but it's not. Here . . ." She took Amanda's fingers and guided them into a gentle caress. When Amanda was touching her lightly and carefully, she melted in the sheets and sighed. Amanda plunged her fingers as her thumb massaged that pumping little clit and felt Rebecca ooze over her. She was startled: she had never before realized how much a gentle touch could get a girl wet.

"That's it, baby," Amanda whispered, licking tenderly at Rebecca's nipple as she fingered her. "Get nice and wet so I can lick it clean. Hey, where's that strawberry?" Her mane in her eyes, Amanda lifted her head from Rebecca's swollen cleavage and looked around.

Rebecca was blushing furiously now as she lovingly unbraided Amanda's mane: Amanda was about to eat the strawberry out of her pussy, and probably with her legs on her shoulders. It was something they had never done, and so it naturally aroused and frightened her. "Wear it down," she scolded, still fumbling Amanda's braids loose. "You should, you know. You look so pretty with it down - a- ah!" She gasped when the strawberry was suddenly plunged.

"Hold it in there nice and tight," Amanda whispered as she kissed her.

Rebecca blushed brighter but whispered obediently that she would. They held each other in the candlelight and kissed tenderly, smiling into each other's eyes. And looking down at Rebecca, Amanda realized for the first time just how much she loved her and wanted to be with her. Had Rebecca dumped her in the same manner David had, she didn't know what she'd do. Perhaps she'd do nothing. Just like her mother.

Pushing the thoughts of her mother aside, Amanda left a trail of hot kisses on Rebecca's twisting body, going from her nipples to her thighs. She placed both Rebecca's legs on her shoulders now, and with her body hot and breathless and flushed with arousal, she bowed her head.

Rebecca writhed in the sheets and cried out as she was licked and sucked and kissed on her sex with a tenderness completely different from Amanda's usual roughhousing: in the past, Amanda had always been violent in her licking and sucking, sometimes accidently hurting Rebecca and giving her more pain than pleasure. But Rebecca had born it all in secret and had even pretended to enjoy it just to make Amanda happy. But tonight? Tonight it seemed that Amanda had finally realized how to pleasure her female, and she was doing it with every ounce of strength her tongue could muster.

When it seemed Rebecca was ready to give and her heaving breasts could take no more, Amanda lifted her head, and licking the whipped cream from her lips as she swallowed the strawberry, she whispered huskily for the strap-on. Rebecca sat up and pulled it from its box on the bedside table. It was a double-pleasure device: a small knob above the erect phallus would rub Rebecca's clit as the dildo pressed inside. Rebecca strapped the dildo to Amanda's hips, and they fell to kissing, trembling breasts to trembling breasts, as Amanda crushed her girlfriend to the sheets and made love to her.

All night long.

The next morning, it rained. Amanda awoke to the sound of birds chirping, to the sound of steady drumming on the roof, to the sound of the gardener outside humming as he clipped the hedge in his slicker. The sky was gray but bright, and the room was slightly chilled: they had forgotten to close the windows the night before, and after making love, had fallen asleep with them wide open.

Naked in the sheets, Amanda could feel Rebecca spooning her and smiled. She rolled onto her back and looked at the mirror on the ceiling. Rebecca was smiling in her sleep as she allowed Amanda's arm to enfold her and pull her close. Her smile widened when she was kissed on the head. She opened her eyes and their lips touched. Amanda pulled the coverlet over their slender, naked bodies, and they lay that way together, contently listening to the birds, the wind, and the rain.

The content, the happy pause only lasted for that: a pause. Amanda kissed Rebecca's head, then sat up. It was time to go.

"Oh! Don't go! Please?" Rebecca sat up and looked at Amanda with large eyes. Her long lashes fluttered and she hugged Amanda's waist with the sudden tightness of a child.

Amanda smiled at this clinging. "I must be gone and live or stay and die," she quipped, touching Rebecca's thick mane affectionately.

"But yond light is not daylight! I know it, I!"

They looked at each other and laughed. Rebecca was a student of Shakespeare and a part of the drama club at school: the club was so elite that the members wore private school uniforms and badges. Tammy and her dorky friend were also a part of the club, and as a result, Rebecca and Tammy were friends. This was something else about Tammy that Amanda had always resented: Rebecca had once admitted that she'd crushed on Tammy for the longest time. But regardless of her hatred for Tammy, Amanda came to Rebecca's plays, and each time they became closer, until one hot summer night, Amanda came to Rebecca's for a sleepover. It started with a pillow fight, the arousal. They had smacked each other with pillows and jumped all around the room with flapping breasts and tossing manes. They had only been fourteen then, with smaller breasts and skinnier legs and arms. But Amanda's attraction to Rebecca was there whether she liked it or not. And when they were flushed and breathless and kneeling on the bed facing each other, she was stiffened by her shock when Rebecca, still giggly and happy, suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips.

They had loved each other then and ever since.

"It is some meteor," went on Rebecca fervently, "that the sun exhales to be to thee this night a torchbearer!"

Amanda laughed. She pinched Rebecca's chin as she said lovingly, "Becky, all this Shakespeare is what's made you the romantic sap you are. But I wouldn't have you any other way."

Rebecca laughed too but shoved Amanda playfully. "Alright, fine. Get out of here! Where are you off to in such a hurry anyway?" she demanded, kneeling and folding her arms as Rebecca pulled on her shorts. She laid back in the pillows, her full mane a thick shadow around her as she watched Amanda hook on her tacky bra. One slender leg pulled up and folded across the other, and with her plump, high breasts jutting, she studied her long nails.

Amanda glanced at Rebecca out of the corner of her eye as she pulled on her shirt: god, that girl was gorgeous. Effortlessly.

"There's gonna be a party tonight," Amanda said, pulling up her over-all shorts. She grabbed her jacket from the window seat and slipped into it.

Rebecca sat up again. "A party? Where?"

"You know Mindy? That clumsy geek in drama?"

Rebecca's face darkened. "Don't make fun of her. She's a very nice girl! Unlike you sometimes, Manda."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Your very nice girl is with Brian now." Pausing in the act of fastening her sandals, she looked at Rebecca and waited for a reaction. She knew that Brian had been Rebecca's friend before they'd dated, one reason why hurting him had cut her so badly: how many times had Rebecca longed to have her friend back? But Brian resented her now and would not repair the friendship.

And what made it even worse was Rebecca's close friendship with Mindy. She had never guessed in a million years that Mindy wanted Brian! Looking sulky now, Rebecca shrugged and laid back again. The thought that Mindy had failed to tell her such a thing hurt her, but she pretended not to care.

"And guess who's doing that was," went on Amanda, going back to her sandals. "That meddling bitch, Tammy. She hooked them up --"

"Don't call her a bitch!" Rebecca flared, her eyes flashing.

Amanda straightened up, and with her paws in her pockets, she stared at Rebecca hard. "Don't' tell me you're still mooning over that tramp. You know she's been with half the football team, don't you? Even if she liked you, she's a diseased whore. And she's not even gay, Becky. Only flesh and blood can hit that, not plastic." She nodded at the strap-on laying on the bedside table.

Rebecca pulled the sheets around her breasts, folded her arms, and glowered. "It's not like that, Amanda. How many times do I have to tell you that Tammy is just my friend? I don't like her like that anymore. But it doesn't mean I'll let you hurt her either! What is it you're planning? Don't do it -- please!"

Ignoring Rebecca's pleading eyes, Amanda sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes alight with mischievous glee. "Dork-o is throwing Tammy a party. It's because she's all happy that Tammy hooked her up with Brian. And you know what else? Miss Perfect is dating David now --"

"Now you're full of it," said Rebecca in disgust. "Just because you hate Tammy, it doesn't mean you have to make up these nasty lies --!"

"I'm not lying!" Amanda snapped. "She and David have been fucking for weeks now, Becky! Didn't you hear? Or were you too busy gaping at her tits to notice David sucking them?"

Rebecca glowered and looked away with flushing cheeks. "Stop talking like that! You know I hate when you t-talk dirty!"

Amanda looked at Rebecca in amusement: she was always so cute when she was embarrassed. She leaned close to her girlfriend and kissed her lips tenderly. "You liked it well-enough last night," she whispered, her lips brushing Rebecca's. "When I told you I'd fuck you til you squirted, remember that? And how you squirted. I can still taste it . . ." She kissed Rebecca again, deeply now. Rebecca gave in to the kiss, and they were holding each other and moaning when she suddenly remembered herself and pulled back.

"Please, Amanda," she whispered, their lips still very close. "Please don't hurt my friends! Be nice. I love it when you're nice."

"Only because you make me nice," Amanda returned, but there was a helplessness in her voice, a helpless sort of adoration. "You make me . . . you make me a better wolf, Becky. That's what I love about you."

Rebecca grabbed Amanda's face. "Then listen to me now! Whatever you're planning, please don't do it! Who cares if Tammy is with David? That doesn't matter. You're with me!"

But Amanda bowed her head until their foreheads touched. She closed her eyes. "I can't make you understand. I just know that Miss Universe is finally gonna know what it feels like to be me!" And with that, she pulled on her hood and climbed quickly out the window, leaving Rebecca miserable and anxious in the pressing gloom.