Chapter 17: I Like the Way You Taste
#17 of All In the Family
Chapter 17: I Like the Way You Taste
Tammy pressed on her pink lipstick and perched her lips in a gleeful kiss. It was past midnight, and the party at Mindy's had been going on since nine, but Tammy had already warned Mindy that she would be late: sneaking out meant waiting for John and Debra - after a series of barely muffled grunts - to fall asleep. Tammy had lay next door in bed and had not been able to understand it, her mother's love for John. She had not been able to understand why, after announcing that afternoon that they were divorcing, John and Debra had proceeded to spend the rest of the day together in the privacy of their bedroom doing very private things. It was almost if they were fucking in farewell.
Sitting in the living room in the wake of the announcement, Tammy and David had just looked at each other, for they'd both known what their parents were doing upstairs and the very thought revolted them. But they were happy too: now they could be together, and for the first time ever, it was okay.
"So they're splitting," David had eventually muttered. Tammy had wanted to laugh at him: David had looked awkward and boyish, as if the idea of finally being Tammy's boyfriend in the open was both wonderful and terrifying: they were bound to be the subject of ridicule at school whether their parents were separated or not.
Tammy was too happy and confused to know what to say, so she muttered back, "Yeah."
"I guess we should be happy about it and everything, since we want to date," David went on, "but it's funny . . . I don't feel as happy as I thought I would. I think it's because I was gonna have you whether they stayed together or not." His lips twisted in a half-smile and he laughed to himself.
Tammy laughed too. God, how long had she doted on that smile? And now he smiled it just for her! She felt all warm inside watching David, and her heart fluttered when he came to her across the living room and kissed her forehead.
"Night," he said with a gentle look in his eyes that startled her: he had never looked at her with such eyes before. It was almost as if he was seeing her for the first time, as if he had never really appreciated everything that she was. And as she watched him climb the stairs, she suddenly knew that everything she'd heard him say on the phone to Brian had been true: David was really in love with her now.
Drawing on her eyeliner, present-day Tammy felt gleeful just thinking about it. David loved her! Mindy had Brian! And Amanda was finally gone for good! Everything was perfect, everything was wonderful! And tonight at Mindy's, Tammy would celebrate the fact with all her being.
But Tammy sighed as she poked in her silver studs. If only David was coming with her! He had admitted that he was too tired to go, though Tammy knew he really did not want to go because there was a rumor that Amanda would be there. David had begged Tammy not to go, to stay at home with him, had even playfully whispered that he would make it worth her while. But Tammy couldn't skip out on Mindy! And besides, Amanda hated Mindy as much as she hated Tammy: what would she be doing there? The rumors were just that: rumors. And Tammy was determined not to let rumors bother her.
A car honked outside and Tammy winced: she'd told Rebecca not to honk the horn, that she was sneaking out. But Rebecca was so used to being left to her own devices that she seemed to think every other teenager in the world shared the same fate.
Praying that John and Debra would not wake, Tammy pulled on her denim jacket, and in a miniskirt and high-heel sandals, she crept down the stairs and out the door.
Rebecca was sitting in the back of the car with her full-time butler and would-be babysitter behind the wheel. She wore a pink spaghetti string top and a long denim skirt and a frown. Her silvery mane was a loose shadow around her worried face as Tammy climbed happily in the car and they sped off.
Tammy sat back and rolled down the window, her eyes bright with mischief and joy. But the smile faded a little from her lips when she noticed Rebecca's face. Snatches of mane slapping her eyes, Tammy frowned too.
"Hey, Beck, what's the matter? We're going to a party! Cheer up!"
"I wish you'd asked anyone for a ride but me," Rebecca muttered, twisting her fingers. "I wasn't even gonna go."
Tammy's frown deepened. "Becky, what's the matter?"
"Oh, Tammy! I've been trying to tell you: it's Amanda!"
Tammy glowered. She was sick of hearing about Amanda suddenly. Sick to death. First David and now Rebecca!
"She's planning something awful, just awful, I know she is! Don't go to the party! I'll take you anywhere but there --"
"But, Becky, even if it's true, I can't just skip out on Mindy! She's throwing this party for me!"
Rebecca sharply ordered the driver to turn for anywhere but Mindy's, then pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open. Tammy watched in amazement as Rebecca scrolled through her numbers for Mindy's, then hit the TALK button.
"Becky, what are you doing!" Tammy cried when her friend put the phone to her ear.
Rebecca waved and shushed her as she listened to the phone ring. Another second and Tammy heard Mindy's voice squeak through the phone, "Hullo!" Tammy smiled: Mindy sounded giggly and silly and music was roaring in the background. Girls giggling, boys talking. It all blasted through the phone.
"Yeah, Mind, it's me," Rebecca answered. "Uh huh - no, we were on our way but we're not gonna make it - yeah, I know, I'm sorry, Mindy. What? The tire blew out. No, no, we don't have a spare - no, by the time someone comes it'll be four in the morning. Yeah, I'm sorry. We'll make it up to you, okay? Is Brian there?" Rebecca asked mischievously. She flashed Tammy a smile. "Well, you make sure to give him a kiss for me. Shame on you! You didn't even tell me you were dating! Yeah, alright. Later, Mind."
Rebecca flipped her phone shut and tucked it in her purse, but it seemed as soon as the phone was gone, so was her cheery disposition. Tammy sat beside her in the backseat, still amazed. The car pulled into a gas station, sliding into a spot on the dark side of the parking lot, and the driver got out to have a smoke. Rebecca called for him to take as long as he needed, then slouched in her seat, looking wretched and still very worried.
"Becky," Tammy said at last, "what is Amanda gonna do that's so awful? God, you deserve an Oscar for that phone performance."
Rebecca laughed sadly. "Truth is, I dunno what Amanda's gonna do. I just know that I can't let her do it to you. For both your sakes."
"Both our sakes?" repeated Tammy darkly.
Rebecca looked out the window, flushing a little as she said, "Tammy . . . I love Amanda. I can't let her go on doing bad things, things that she'll regret. And I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Becka . . ." Tammy said slowly. "You're . . .?"
"Yeah. . . ."
Tammy sat very still, not knowing what to say. "So when were you going to tell me?"
"Never," Rebecca answered.
"But we're friends!"
Rebecca laughed. "Tammy! It doesn't mean we have to share everything . . ." but the words died on her lips as she thought of Mindy being with Brian and how Mindy, who was so much closer to her than Tammy, had failed to call and talk to her about it.
"I'm sorry I hooked Mindy up with your ex," Tammy said guiltily after a pause. "I know that kinda made Mindy distant with you, but I just wanted to see Mindy finally happy, and she's crushed on Brian forever."
Rebecca glanced miserably at Tammy as she muttered under her breath, "I know the feeling."
Tammy's heart leapt. "What do you mean by that?"
Rebecca flushed a little: she hadn't meant for Tammy to guess her meaning. She fumbled in her purse and muttered something about going in for a Coke, but Tammy grabbed her arm.
"Becka . . . did you ever . . . I mean . . . you had feelings for me?" fumbled Tammy, suddenly just as embarrassed.
Rebecca's silver cheeks were beet red now. She avoided Tammy's gaze.
"What kind of feelings?" Tammy pressed.
Rebecca squirmed. "Tammy, this is silly! Let me go --"
"Sexual feelings?" Tammy asked with a twisted smile.
Rebecca looked up into those green eyes and her heart leapt: Tammy was looking at her with clear lust, and she had never imagined such a thing was possible. She shrank into her mane when Tammy leaned closer.
"But T-Tammy," she whispered, shivering when Tammy's slender white paw pushed her mane behind her ear, "you like boys! And what about David --?"
"I like girls too," Tammy whispered. "And I'll worry about David. You worry about the things I'm gonna do to you. . . ."
Still trembling, Rebecca sank beneath the press of Tammy's sudden kiss. Before she realized it was happening, she was on her back, her arms were around Tammy's neck, and they were kissing. She felt with a flush that Tammy was unhooking her bra. Her big breasts heaved free as the tangled fabric collapsed loose, and Tammy groped under her shirt, groaning between kisses that Rebecca had always had the nicest, biggest tits.
"They're so firm," Tammy whispered, squeezing Rebecca hard. "And high . . . The first time I saw them in the girls' locker room, I wanted to suck them."
"T-Tammy!"
"What?" Tammy whispered back, laughing softly.
"Here in the parking lot? And I've never heard you say such th-things --"
"What, is it making you all wet?"
Rebecca gave a shocked cry when Tammy unzipped her long skirt and roughly yanked it down. She lay under Tammy in her stringy pink panties, her bra and top tangled around her great breasts, and a flush rose strong on her cheeks and cleavage. She wanted to protest, but Tammy kissed her again, and then it happened: Tammy's slender fingers slipped in her panties and found her clit. They glided carefully in her sex a moment, then touched her clit again, caressing it toward throbbing hard. Rebecca felt her juices rush against Tammy's gentle touch and knew she was glowing red. Their lips touched and she whispered, "Oh, Tammy . . ." Her tongue curled against Tammy's lips as she writhed beneath her, hot with ecstasy and unable to believe it was happening, that Tammy was touching her down there, that Tammy was sucking her tit and licking her nipple, that Tammy was whispering such dirty things. She felt Tammy's kisses travel to her sex and shivered all over. That first wet slurp on her sex sent her over the edge.
Unable to take it, Rebecca scrambled up, her big breasts jiggling as she covered them, her mane in her eyes. Tammy sat up too and touched her face.
"What's the matter, baby?" she whispered. Such an intimate word! Rebecca felt her heart melt.
"Tammy, you know what's the matter! We can't do this!" Rebecca squeaked, tugging her bra down over her breasts. "I'm with Amanda and you're with David - and you're not even really gay --"
"Don't tell me what I am," Tammy said over Rebecca, silencing her with her sudden disgust. "I like boys. It doesn't mean I can't like girls too. I just wanted to give you pleasure, Becky. That's all. Pleasure is the greatest thing I can give you for being so sweet."
Rebecca laughed, feeling awkward but flattered. "Oh, Tammy," she said, touching Tammy's face, "you really are a dirty slut."
Tammy laughed too. "Just this once," she whispered, "and I'll never come on to you again. You don't tell Amanda and I won't tell David."
Rebecca squirmed, feeling naked and exposed: she was still sitting there in her pink panties, and her bra and shirt were rumpled around her naked breasts. With her mane thick and full around her, she studied Tammy curiously a moment.
"But . . . why do you want this so badly?"
"I've never been with a girl," Tammy admitted, blushing a little. "I mean . . . I've never gone down on one. And . . ." She leaned close to Rebecca and whispered in her ear, "I like the way you taste."
Rebecca laughed but could not hide how hard her nipples became when Tammy's hot breath, when her nasty confession brushed her ear. Tammy's kiss came hot and wet on her mouth, and then that tongue pressing hungrily against hers. Rebecca kissed Tammy back just as eagerly, and when her shapely legs were placed on Tammy's shoulders, when she was dragged down on her back, when that hot mouth closed hungry over her pussy, she did not protest.
The End (?!?)
If you read my last journal, you know that this is where I'm ending things. Writing has given me no joy for the longest time. Too long. So I'm not doing it anymore. Not for a long while. Maybe never again. That includes finishing this story. So I apologize to the few people who may have been reading. But if you check my last journal, it pretty much gives a summary of what I intended to happen. Oh . . . and it turned out Mindy was pregnant. Lol.
Thanks for reading.