Title: How Porn Brok Into Tamara Divine, Chapter II
Author: bobwhite
Summary: The tale of how a sweet, innocent Midwestern girl became
one of the most famous porn stars of all time.
Keywords: MC FF MOD FD

How Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Chapter II
by bobwhite

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"OK, that does it for that roll. Make yourselves comfortable, ladies.
We only have an hour or so left," the photographer announced, not even
looking at Tamara or Julie.

In itself, the fact that he (or any man) could look away from the
ladies was an admirable thing--Julie's breasts were breathtaking.
Tamara's were perky and had been growing lately for reasons she still
couldn't understand, but Julie's were *perfect*. They were full, but
not too big for her frame; round, but not circular (which would give
them away as fakes), and had just enough jiggle to draw the eye of
anyone who saw them.

Tamara certainly was having trouble looking away from them. Even when
she did look away, she pictured them, bare, in her mind. Thankfully,
other than the shots she'd done by herself and the dozen or so shots
where the photographer told her to look at the camera, she'd been
allowed to practically gawk at them all afternoon.

Tamara was getting a little tired, but her arousal was keeping her
going like a potent drug. Even with all her recent toying around with
Anita and Emily, she'd never seen or tried to see another woman naked.
She'd chalked her brief flashes of Sapphic desire up to just that:
brief flashes, something not even worth worrying about.

Julie ran her fingers through her black hair and over her tits,
cupping and almost playing with them in plain sight of anyone in the
studio who happened to look in her direction. Watching the display
made Tamara realize that she was *extremely* attracted to Julie. All
day long, whenever the brunette would have to pick something up off
the floor, she'd bend at the waist if her ass was facing Tamara. And
if she hadn't known better, Tamara would have sworn that Julie knew
that this was making Tamara rather horny.

Thinking about how beautiful Julie was and how she was perhaps trying
to get her attention, Tamara watched Julie walk in front of her and
pick up... well, Tamara didn't know what it was; she was too busy
checking out Julie's ass... again. This time, once Julie stood up,
Tamara saw her hands run over a few parts of her body, paying a little
extra attention to her nipples. It was a quick motion, and very
discrete--but clearly deliberate.

Tamara saw that Julie's hands caused tiny goosebumps wherever they
touched her body. She saw her nipples perk up instantly with another
brief grope of her melons, and even saw her stifle a little moan. Then
Julie caressed her sides, doing a barely noticeable seductive dance in
the process. Finally, her hands came to a rest on her firm ass.

A smacking sound shook Tamara out of her trance. Realizing she'd been
staring at Julie in total enchantment, she shook her head and heard
another smacking sound. Coming to her senses, she figured that Julie
had slapped her own ass, which she was rubbing by the time Tamara was
fully back from la-la land. Tamara looked up and saw Julie grinning at
her, winking before she looked away.

*Why am I staring at this woman? Why am I watching her spank her ass?*
Why is it turning me on*??* That thought caused another to break the
surface of her mind--a thought that she'd been suppressing all day.
Her gaze once more focused on the raven-haired beauty, she thought,
*Do I turn* her *on?*

As if Tamara had spoken the thought, Julie spun around and caught her
staring *again*. Swaying her hips, Julie walked over to where the coed
was sitting. Unfortunately for Tamara, both were wearing a designer
thong that was jet black--it was impossible to tell if Julie was
aroused by anything, much less by Tamara alone.

*But maybe it's a good thing these are black... she can't tell how wet
I am,* Tamara reasoned.

Julie bent so she could whisper into Tamara's ear. "Hey," she quietly
said, "how 'ya doin'? Hangin' in there?"

Julie had not spoken much during the shoot and she and Tamara had not
come into physical contact with each other except for a few shots--it
had been quite different from the last shoot in that regard. But with
the warm air of Julie's breath melting her from the inside out, Tamara
decided she just had to touch Julie... and she wanted Julie to touch
her. A wicked smile crossed her face--she knew she could make it
happen. And, doing it here would be easily explainable, both to anyone
she knew who saw the photos *and* to herself.

"Don't space out on me, hon. This last part is gonna be... *racy*, if
you catch my drift," Julie added. Tamara's pussy quivered with every
syllable.

Her arousal reaching new heights, Tamara put her mouth practically on
Julie's ear and said, "Just be sure to keep those hands where they
belong, Julie." Tamara pulled back enough to let Julie see her wink,
and then pinched her own nipple, making it stand at attention.

Julie laughed quietly, looked around to make sure nobody saw, and
reached down to caress Tamara's breast. When her hand made contact,
Tamara's eyes almost popped out of her head in surprise at the intense
sensation--and she came the instant Julie twisted her nipple. A moment
later, the photographer announced that he was ready and, on her way
back to the main set, Julie turned and smiled at Tamara, who was
panting and hoping that it wasn't obvious that she'd just cum in her
thong.

*But she only touched my tit!* Tamara thought as she gathered herself
enough for the final photos.

Just like it'd been with Wendy last time, Tamara found Julie's hands
to be magic. Several shots had Julie holding Tamara's tits while
standing behind her. The photographer was giving directions the whole
time--telling them how to look at each other, how to look at the
camera, etc. And whenever Julie's hands were on Tamara's tits (and a
few glorious times when they grasped Tamara by the soaked part of
whatever thong she happened to be wearing at the time), Tamara didn't
need to be told that she should look at Julie with unbridled lust.

When the shoot was finally over, the photographer made some comment
about "melting the film" and Tamara, thickly drunk with her arousal,
went to her dressing area as quickly as she could, trying not to draw
attention to herself. As soon as she was alone, she stripped off the
last thing she'd been wearing--a soaked pink panty that was now hers,
a perk of doing a lingerie spread--and, with her back to the curtain
that served as a door to her dressing room, ran both hands to her
pussy.

Not bothering to sit down, she held herself open with the fingers of
her left hand, using her middle finger to rub her clit. Her right hand
worked around until she could get one, and then two, fingers inside
her sex. The wet, smacking sounds she made while she fucked herself
obscured the gentle sound of the curtain opening and closing behind
her.

"Now that position looks too awkward. Let me help you, hon. You're too
hot, you know that? Let me try to cool you down a tad...." It was
Julie, speaking lowly into her ear. Her words shattered any fear or
surprise that would have sparked a defensive move by Tamara; they were
like white-hot swords that sliced away any resistance Tamara might
have had even on her best day. Tamara's hands fell to her sides as
Julie's took over.

Tamara had noticed how impossibly arousing Julie's (and Wendy's, for
that matter) fingers felt on her, but she was unprepared for how they
felt *in* her. Tamara could feel Julie's perfect tits mashed up
against her back, and her fingers worked her pussy wickedly. They made
circular, rubbing motions around her clit, followed by quick plunges
into her pussy. When Julie wiggled her fingers inside Tamara, she
nearly came, but the fingers would withdrawal and the dirty cycle
would repeat. Julie went back and forth like that a few times before
finally using her thumb directly on Tamara's clit while her fingers
were still deep inside her, bringing her to a powerful (but too-quick)
orgasm. She even squirted a little, cumming all over Julie's hand.

Tamara moaned and Julie covered her mouth with her now cum-coated
hand. Using her other hand to finger Tamara, Julie whispered to
Tamara, "We don't want to be disturbed, do we?"

Tamara sucked her own juice off Julie's finger in response.

"*Ahem*. Excuse me, are you decent in there, Tamara?" Jeff's voice
rang loud and clear, and it cut through the haze of pure lustful bliss
that had encompassed Tamara. Julie took her hands away and turned
Tamara around, kissing her quickly before leaving. Tamara stood
motionless, coming to her senses. She half-heard Julie talking to
Jeff; she telling him something along the lines of "I was just
congratulating her on what a great job she did." Not wanting to be
caught naked and freshly fingered, Tamara put on her robe and turned
to face the curtain.

"Is that you Jeff? Come on in, I'm dressed," Tamara shouted through
the "door."

Jeff came in, carrying a check. "I hope a cashier's check is OK; I'm
nervous about sending you out with $2000 in cash... well, I'm actually
nervous carrying it around myself. But, if you need..."

Tamara interrupted him. "It's fine. Just lay it there on the table, I
have to finish getting... hey, what are you doing?"

Jeff had grabbed Tamara's wrists. She tried to struggle but found her
arms too weak to move against Jeff. He brought her palms together, and
he moved his hands to cover hers. His hands felt hot, and almost
vibrated.

"Don't worry. This takes about a minute. Think happy thoughts, Tammy.
And remember that people crave human contact; in particular, they love
it when you touch them. Especially," he added, "pretty girls."

Tamara blinked a few times, wondering why she was standing in her
dressing room and not getting ready to leave. She could have sworn
she'd been talking to Jeff, and the payment was on her little table.
Shrugging off the forgotten lapse in time, she took her robe off and
got dressed. She didn't give her confusion much thought, and had
forgotten it completely by the time she was halfway to Springfield.

                          * * * * * * * * * *

A few weeks after the topless photo shoot, Tamara could no longer deny
that, for some reason, various things about here were gradually, but
*definitely*, changing.

At first, she'd passed off her slight breast growth as something to do
with her period, even though they had not been irregular at all. She'd
given up on that theory early on, but was still uneasy about why they
were getting bigger. As the weeks had passed by, she'd found the
previously comfortable bras she'd bought before her second photo shoot
were starting to feel a little tight. They still fit, but they pushed
her breasts together and up in a way that created delicious cleavage
whenever she wore a low-cut top.

Just thinking about showing off her chest when she was getting dressed
every day made her nips pop, and they tended to remain that way almost
all day long. She had been wearing anything she could to display her
assets, and was hoping for warmer weather so she could wear really
revealing outfits. It was around the time that she first started
noticing her hair getting darker (and, thanks to a selfish, hair-
loving brush, shorter) that she also started to think about seducing
someone. Not just anyone... seducing a *female*.

She didn't know how she should go about doing that, at first, but
figured showing off her tits wasn't the best way to go... unless she
was going after a lesbian. And somehow, she knew she wanted to be with
someone who wasn't more experienced with girls than she was. That was
too bad, too, because to Tamara, her breasts just begged to be looked
at, touched, licked, cupped, squeezed...

As she sat in the library, trying to study, she shook her head to
clear her thoughts. *Damn... thinking about my tits again? Jesus, I'm
never going to finish this assignment at this... oooh, there she is.
Right on time....*

Tamara watched the goth chick she'd been eyeing for the past couple of
weeks wander, book in hand, over to a secluded corner. She sat back on
a chair and started to read, crossing her fishnet-clad legs in the
process. Tamara licked her lips and wondered what it would be like to
take the girl's knee-high boots off and slide her hands up the
material of that hosiery. She had come to appreciate the way the
girl's creamy white skin contrasted blazingly with the dark material
of the fishnets and her scarlet red hair.

Burning with shame, Tamara reached under the table and slid her hand
into her sweat pants. They were loose enough to allow her easy access,
and she hadn't bothered to wear any underwear. She never did when she
went to the library anymore. Her finger sizzled as it grazed her skin,
burning her flesh with intense pleasure every inch of its short trail
from her waist to her glistening slit.

She was hoping that if she got off quickly, she'd have enough relief
from her constant (as of late) sexual tension to sate her for another
day. Tamara was finding it harder and harder to fight the compulsion
to use her hands, mouth, and tongue to take an unsuspecting woman to
bed, and these quick (but delicious) little self-induced orgasms were
the only things keeping her from falling to temptation. Even a small
climax would reduce her arousal a little, and when she wasn't so
horny, the temptation to use her new wiles to slither into another
girl's panties was reduced to a point where it was easier to dismiss
as a fantasy. An interesting fantasy with wonderful possibilities, but
just a fantasy.

Tamara had realized quickly that her hands worked like hot irons of
pure rapture on her body the night after the photo shoot. Everywhere
they made contact with her skin was lit aflame with aching desire, and
when she touched herself, it was like her body was one huge pussy. She
savored every light stroke of her hand and shook to the core with
blind passion when she touched herself roughly. As Tamara sat there in
the library, working her magic on her own body, she also thrilled at
the publicness of her masturbation. It was just so dirty, and that
made it hotter.

*Why am I doing this?* she asked herself while she looked with dire
attention at the girl across the room. *I could get caught....*

*Because... it feels... so... good,* her mind answered, over and over
again.

*But it's wrong... I'm in the library... and... and... oh god, oh fuck
she's looking at me! She knows... oh fuck, she... knows... my hands
are beneath the table and she knows what... oh, what I'm....* Tamara
thought as she clenched her teeth to suppress any motion that might
give her orgasm away. The girl looked back down at her book a moment
after Tamara's climax peaked, leaving Tamara to wonder if the girl had
really seen what she was doing.

And while Tamara pondered that, she slowly began to realize that
today, fantasy was about to become reality. This girl was going to be
the first.

"The first what?" she whispered to herself. *You know what,* her
playful side answered. Her horniness returned, and the goth girl's
fate was sealed. Tamara was banking on the effects her suggestions had
been having on people (especially women) lately. She only half-
believed there was anything to this "ability," but the heat flowing
through her body pushed her to take the chance. Reassuring herself,
she thought, *You can't fail, she'll be yours at a touch and a kiss.*

*Today's the day. She's... uh, mine? Does that sound right? Dammit, I
don't care. I have to do this.* Tamara noticed that once again, she
seemed to be conversing with herself in her head--and that made her
wonder if she was going crazy. But as soon as that thought appeared it
was smothered by her growing arousal.

Watching the girl get up and walk to the stacks, Tamara pulled her
slick hand out of her pants and wiped them on the soft material. She'd
struggled with this long enough. It was time. *Time to see... make
sure... if... oh God, if it works.* Steeling her will to her purpose,
she got up and walked to where the goth chick had entered the massive
bookshelves.

*It's time Gothie and I had a little... chat.* Tamara giggled at how
naughty and playful that sounded, and was promptly hushed. She turned
to see a cute angel twirling a lock of blond hair with a finger on her
right hand while a finger on her left was pressed to her pursed,
hissing lips. Briefly, Tamara considered changing course and taking
*her* instead of, or in addition to, the goth chick. Two girls in one
day?

Her pussy gushed at the thought. It was so unlike her to be anywhere
near this forward, even in her high school years. She was pretty sure
she was into boys at the time, too, although of late she was having
more and more trouble remembering exactly why she'd ever been
attracted to any male. *I can't believe I'm doing this! I should stop,
I should go....* Tamara looked back to the door, it wasn't far away
and she still had time to abort her plan.

*No,* she told herself. *This is driving me nuts. All I can think
about are girls. I can tell them to do things and they will... my
hands can melt my body like it was ice, they never used to do that...
to me... c'mon, Tammy. You've planned this for a week, picked out the
girl you want, she's always alone and stays for a few hours...* do
it*.* Tamara swallowed hard and walked down the aisle that ran at the
far end of the rows and rows of bookshelves.

Blondie would have to settle for her book. Hopefully, it would be
quiet enough for her.

*Time to put this to bed. Maybe it's all in my head,* she half-hoped.
If it was in her head, she'd just be very embarrassed. If it wasn't in
her head, though... well, if it wasn't all her imagination, the goth
girl was sure in for a fun surprise.

She walked past several rows of books. At first, all she saw were a
few guys and girls sitting with their backs against the bookshelves,
reading dusty tomes that were probably outdated. Then, she found her
mark. The redhead was facing away, so Tamara drank in the girl's
backside with her eyes until she found her target: the nape of her
pale neck, the only part of her body (from her current angle)
completely uncovered by clothes.

Feeling a little vampiric action was in order, Tamara sneaked behind
the girl and wrapped her hands lightly around the sides of the girl's
neck, sliding them up to her face to stifle the moan she'd pretty much
expected at the contact. When the girl stopped moaning, Tamara slid
her hands down to embrace her from behind, and kissed and nibbled on
her neck.

"Uhhhhhhhngh," the girl sighed, falling into Tamara's arms. She found
her feet when Tamara covered her mouth with her hand, again. Taking a
page from Julie's book, she said in a low voice, "We don't want to be
disturbed, do we? Shhhh, just go with this... you want me to touch
you... you love how I make you feel, this feels sooo good...."

The goth chick licked Tamara's fingers in response, and Tamara lowered
her hand to the girl's tit. She squeezed it and the girl turned her
head to kiss Tamara. Tamara had only to lick a line across the girl's
tight lips, and the helpless girl's mouth opened to accept Tamara's
tongue. The kiss was searingly hot, but Tamara didn't get the intense
reaction from the *tit*-alation she had anticipated. So, she lowered
her hands and slid them beneath the girl's jacket and T-shirt.

When she grazed the girl's stomach, her captive writhed and moaned
into Tamara's mouth. Tamara's hands pulled the cups of the girl's bra
down, loosing her breasts inside her shirt. Her hands proceeded to
massage, cup, and pinch the girl's tits, hoping for a better
reaction... and boy, did she get it.

"Harder, twist... pinch... oooooooh, fuck yeah, harder...." the girl
moaned/whispered once her mouth was free. "Harder! Please, harder,
don't... don't worry about hurting... ooooooh, yeah, that's it...."

Tamara happily complied, finding the girl's preference for the rough
stuff arousing in and of itself. One of her hands made its way to the
gothie's mini, and the girl unzipped it at the hip to allow Tamara
easy access to the treasure underneath the garment. It fell to her
ankles, exposing her bright red bikini panties. Tamara's hand slipped
down the front of her underwear, and when her finger crossed over the
girl's clit and plunged inside her hot snatch, the girl started
grinding her crotch on her captor's hand, cumming hard and fast.

"Oh god! Can't... stop... oh god, harder, faster... work it...
fuck.... don't stop... I'm... cumming..." the girl whispered, trying
hard not to be too loud.

"Reach back and get me off, baby," Tamara said into the girl's ear.

"I don't... like... girls...." her climaxing victim said as her hand
slipped back. "I don't... know what you're... oh god you're like...
how are you..." The girl was finding it hard to even whisper; she was
still riding a string of short, quick orgasms that didn't seem likely
to end anytime soon.

"Shhhhh, just go with it, you love this, you love it when I touch you
and you want to touch me... make me cum, honey," Tamara said, a bit
more loudly, but still just above a whisper. She was close enough to
bite the other's neck right below her ear, so she did. Tamara was
fairly sure she knew the reaction her teeth would educe.

Any resistance the girl had left dissolved instantly. Her hand
wandered back and found its way into Tamara's sweatpants. They slid
down and found her sweltering sex, and her fingers started rubbing
Tamara's love button as soon as they found it.

*Mmmmmm, I... definitely like... oh, yes, that...* Tamara thought,
enjoying the feeling of another woman's finger on her pussy.

Anyone who would have wandered by would have seen an amazing sight: a
lingerie model fingering a hot goth chick from behind, and the goth
chick, with her hand reaching behind her, returning the favor. For a
few moments, their hips moved in near unison as they rode an orgasmic
wave that anybody who saw was likely to feel in their loins. A few
minutes after the girl started to finger Tamara, the experience was
pretty much over. With a few stifled grunts and a flurry of flicking
fingers, the women came simultaneously.

The goth girl's final climax hit her hard, and she tried to take a
step forward as her head started to clear. But, she forgot about the
skirt still about her ankles. It caused her to trip as she took her
first step, and she fell to her hands and knees...

Tamara straightened her sweatpants and knelt down, slapping the girl
hard on the ass. She left her hand there and enjoyed it when the girl
moved her ass up and down in concert with her hand; it was like she
was afraid Tamara would let go of her rump. Her hips wiggled
seductively and Tamara slapped the girl's ass harder, hearing her
moan--but not in pain.

The sound of her hand smacking the chick's butt clicked something in
Tamara's head. Coming to her senses at last, she frantically looked
around, hoping no one had seen them. Nobody was near, but anyone could
have passed by and watched what she had done.

Tamara got up and turned to walk away from the girl, who was still on
her knees and exposing her ass (covered only by a thin, wet, red
panty) to anyone who approached from behind. "What... what's your
name?" the girl asked Tamara.

"Tammy," she called back, not even turning around as she walked away.

"I'm Tina," the goth girl whispered, getting up and pulling her skirt
over her hips. "Come here oft... huh?"

Tina looked around, but she was alone. She ran to the edge of the
stacks and saw a pretty girl with shoulder-length brown hair (and
blonde highlights) running out of the main library. Tina didn't know
whether to follow after her or just try to figure out why in the world
she'd fingered some girl in the library.

Tamara felt the girl's eyes on her all the way out, but dared not look
back. *This is just getting crazy. I don't think about boys, I only
think about girls, they do what I say and I make them... oh god, I
touch them and they... they cum....* she thought. She ran from the
building out into the unseasonably warm January afternoon. She didn't
stop running until she was within sight of her car.

"I need to sort this out," she said once she'd climbed into it. In no
time, she was home.

                          * * * * * * * * * *

Anita looked up from her desk in the living room. "Hey, you're back
early. Everything go OK at the library?"

Tamara had calmed down, but seeing her roommate in a flannel pajama
set didn't keep her calm. Of all the women in the world, Tamara had
been the most careful around Anita, especially of late. She was a
great roommate and friend, and Tamara did not want to ruin it. But
what could she tell Anita about her day at the library? She thought,
*Oh yeah, everything went fine; I practically fucked some girl named
Tina in the Astronomy section before I even knew her name, my pussy is
still wet and I think that you look absolutely edible in that... oh
god, say something! You're staring!!*

"Uh, I guess. Just... couldn't concentrate. It's Friday, I'll catch up
on studying tomorrow. It's not like I have any other plans." Anita
laughed at Tamara's joke, and Tamara added, "You know, somebody should
have told me about the amazing night life at CIU, especially around
midterms. I just don't know what a couple of... uh, you know, you and
me..."

Anita giggled. "I think you mean 'you and *I*,' and if you're looking
for a term for us, it's dorks. We're two hot chicks--I mean *dorks*--
sitting in their apartment on a Friday night, wasting all that
Springfield has to offer. We could be peeing on the side of the
Lincoln Home, but evolution left that for the boys. We're ill-
equipped. And we're both going to be here tomorrow night, doing pretty
much the same thing. Face it girl--we suck."

Tamara laughed and Anita scooted her chair back. She raised her arms
and stretched, yawning so loud that Tamara followed suit. Rubbing her
shoulder, Anita told her friend, "Tammy, I've got to finish this
tonight or I'll be busy Saturday *and* Sunday night for sure, and I
haven't quite given up on Sunday as a night off. Grammar *are* proving
to be fun, and this is the third proofread..."

Tamara raised a hand, stopping Anita. "Yeah yeah, I know. Listen, I'm
going to lay down for a few minutes. Maybe later I'll be able to
study. Right now I'm just... frazzled."

"I know what you mean," Anita said. "My neck is starting to hurt, and
so is my back. I'll go over this a few more times, and then I have to
try to memorize a few formulas for Calculus. I'll be done by... uh,
nine or so. That's plenty early. We could do something tonight, if you
want. We can go to Mikey's Sportstap, Eine Kleine Nachtklub, Randy's
Ribs 'n' Rum... I hear Randy's has a Lady's Night on Friday. There's
no reason to completely waste the weekend. So, I still might go out
tonight..., wanna come with me?"

*You bet I want to cum with you,* Tamara thought before answering.
Shaking the unwanted thought and erasing the devilish smile she knew
she'd flashed, she answered, "Uh... we'll see. I need to relax for a
bit."

"OK. Go watch TV or whatever it is you do in your room. But don't get
too relaxed," Anita said, rubbing her shoulder and returning to her
work. "We have a date."

Tamara was already walking back to her room, and when she heard that
line, she licked her lips. *Stop it,* her mind warned. *Just cut it
out. You are not doing anything to your roommate. She's your friend!*

Tamara closed the door to her room as soon as she was inside, and sat
on her bed. Vocalizing her inner conversation, she told herself, "She
is my friend. What I did in the library was one thing, but... what is
it with me lately? All I did was touch that girl... Tina! All I did
was touch her, kiss her, whisper to her, and she was mine. Her body
was... oh god, it was so hot and ready for me, it was like putty in my
hands. I could have told her to lick my ass and she would have done
it, she was so..."

Tamara stood just enough to slide her pants down. She sat back on the
bed, knees together, and rubbed her thighs, relishing in the
sensations her hands were giving her. Electric jolts of sexual
pleasure coursed through her legs and ran straight to her pussy, which
she could feel getting damp--again.

*Why am I thinking about having a girl licking my ass? Why do I want
to run my tongue up and down Tina's slit? Why am I imagining,* Tamara
mused inwardly, her legs spreading and her hands creeping her inner
thighs, *what Anita's clit would taste and feel like against my
tongue? My god, when my lips met... hers... she would...*

"Mmmmmm, she would melt, faster and better than Tina did today,"
Tamara whispered in response to her thoughts. A finger found her sweet
spot and began to explore the familiar depths of her wetness, causing
her to fall back onto her bed.

Before she got too carried away, Tamara pulled her hands from her
crotch. Flipping over and crawling so that she could rest her head on
a pillow, she lay down and said, "I have to stop this. I just
practically raped a girl in the library. Even if she enjoyed it, I
have to face it: I like..."

Her mind stopped her. *Don't say it. Don't you say it, Tamara. What
was John... a phase? A phase that lasted most of high school? What
about Tim before him? And the other boys you liked since you were
twelve?? Was everything from puberty till today just a* phase*?*

Tamara sighed and said, "Yes... *NO*! No... I don't know, maybe."
Bringing her hands up under the pillow, she sobbed quietly for a few
minutes, sorting things out as best she could. As shocked as she was
at her own behavior earlier, she was more concerned with suddenly
realizing that she had strong feelings for women, feelings she
previously thought she only had for men.

There was no way for her to deny it. She was thinking about girls day
and night, her dreams were erotic and filled with Sapphic playmates,
and she couldn't remember the last time she even looked at a guy and
had a sexual thought about him. *Am I turning into... am I going... am
I... oh god, am I a lesbian?*

Wanting desperately to force the question of her own sexuality out of
her head, she reached under her oversized shirt and rested her hands
on her stomach, letting the now-familiar erotic waves wash through her
hands and over her body. The heat reached her breasts and she gasped,
her nipples puffing out nicely and making tiny tents in her shirt. She
reached higher and found her breasts waiting for her hands; it was
like they anticipated the contact and she moaned as she cupped them.

*And what is with my tits? I know for a fact that they're growing.
Isn't that... mmmm, impossible?* she thought, caressing and gently
squeezing her boobs underneath her shirt. With a smile, she realized
that she was bottomless but had kept her shirt on. She found it oddly
funny and laughed quietly. Her crisis faded a little, and twisted into
a tiny shard of acceptance.

*And so what if I like girls. It's not like I'm the only one who does.
I'm not the only girl who goes bi in college.* Her fingers worked her
pussy lightly, her palm resting on her pubic hair which she'd noticed
had been thinning around the sides. It now looked like a natural
landing strip-style bush, and the hair on her labia majora had already
disappeared completely.

*I'm physically changing,* Tamara thought to herself. *It's like my
hands, my mouth... my body... are all being turned into a sex
machine.*

She came hard and wet, soaking part of her blankets. She hadn't even
bothered to get under them. With the release came a fit of chuckles.
"Hahahaha! Oh, yeah, a real sex machine. Yep, that's what I'm
becoming...."

Right then Anita hollered, "Did you say somethin', Tammy?"

Moving quickly to get under the covers (getting caught frigging off
was not how she wanted to start her Friday evening), Tamara replied,
"Nothing! Hey, get me up in a couple of hours, OK?"

She was pretty sure Anita had said, "Sure thing."

"Sex machine. More like some kind of... I don't know, sex-causer? Is
that a word? How about *hornymaker*?" Even though she was whispering,
she cracked herself up with that last word and giggled out loud,
eliciting one more verbal checkup from her concerned (if not overly
studious) roommate.

Tamara told her through the door that she was just slap-happy because
she was so tired. It turned out to be true; she was asleep within
minutes time and enjoyed a dreamless sleep.

                          * * * * * * * * * *

It was about nine thirty in the evening when Tamara woke up. It took a
few moments to realize that she'd fallen asleep, as it had come on her
so fast. But time had definitely passed. Her room was dark, but there
was a light on in the living room. So, she slid on some panties
(actually, a thong from her recent shoot) and a robe and walked to the
only lit room in the apartment. What she saw made her tingle.

Sitting on the couch, rubbing her neck, was Anita. She was wearing
some old gym shorts and a T-shirt that was too flimsy and old to be
worn outside their apartment. Tamara squinted and saw that Anita did
not have a bra on under the shirt. It looked like she was ready for
bed.

*Don't do it. She's your friend, it would be wrong. You're still not
sure...* one side of Tamara's mind warned.

*How can I look at her, feel like this, and not be sure?* the other
side argued. A slight nausea mixed with her growing arousal--it didn't
matter how much she wanted Anita, she was not about to entertain the
idea that was already forming in her head.

"Hey you, what are you staring at? Never seen an overworked coed
before?" Anita teased.

Tamara didn't know if Anita knew that she'd been checking her out for
a few minutes or if she thought that Tamara had just walked into the
room. Inner turmoil and arousal were replaced with fear for a brief
moment--how would Anita react to being gawked at by a roommate with
whom she'd shared a hot kiss and make-out session an eternity ago?

Thankfully, for Tamara, Anita broke the tension that she wasn't even
aware she'd created. "Hey, relax. Sit down."

Tamara complied, taking a seat right beside her friend. She picked up
the remote, flipped through some channels on the cable box and said,
"So, Anita, why didn't you get me up? Aren't we doing something
tonight?"

"Honestly," Anita sighed, "do you really want to?" Then, she reached
up and stretched, arching her back and jutting her breasts out. Tamara
had to fight the urge to reach out and grab them.

*You can take her now, just get your hands and mouth on her... no, no,
stop it! I am so not doing this!!* she thought. She quickly said,
"Well, not really, I guess," hoping the gap between the question and
answer didn't seem as awkward to Anita as it was to her.

"Hey, you apparently needed the sleep. I should have joined you,"
Anita absently said, moving around and trying to get comfortable.

Tamara bit her lip and her pussy twitched at the unintentional double
entendre. *Don't make a fucking move. You've dealt with this weird
crush you've had on her for weeks now, no need to ruin it all in a
moment of weakness. She doesn't know you like... you don't know what
she'll... what she might do or say... how she'll react if she ever
finds out you want her... if you want to have her...* that way*,* she
thought. *Say something! This is getting awkward again, say
something!!*

"You want to sleep with me? Something you care to tell me, Anne?"
Tamara half-joked. A tiny part of her wished against hope that Anita
would say "yes" and mount her, lean down, and kiss her deeply.

Anita laughed. "No, silly. I mean I should have taken a nap or
something. I've been hunched over my crappy computer all night. My
eyes are blurry from the screen, and my neck is killing me. Feel it,"
Anita said, grabbing Tamara's hand and pulling it to her shoulder.
"See... ohhhhhh, that's nice...."

Tamara indeed felt the knots in her muscles. She rubbed them slightly,
knowing from earlier that the shirt between her hand and Anita's
shoulder should keep Anita from falling under her spell the way Tina
had. No matter what she did outside the apartment, she wanted her home
to remain somewhat normal, and reducing a roommate to a smoldering
pile of writhing sexual need with a few well-placed kisses and gropes
would ruin that.

"That feels... ooooooh, sooo good, Tammy. Your hands are amazing...."

Tamara suddenly drew her hand back, causing Anita to make a pouty face
that made Tamara want to kiss her.

"Awww, come on, that felt so good...."

Tamara replied, "No, I think that's all... I'm... I'm not too good at
giving massages. You should go lay down."

"Mmmm, bullshit. Your hands made my neck feel great for the first time
since I got up this morning. You could probably rub these knots out of
my shoulders and back in no time. Pleeeeease?" Anita mock-pleaded.

"Huh? No, I don't think so...." Tamara asked, hoping Anita wouldn't
tempt her further. She already had a feeling she couldn't say no.

"Pwease wub my back? It's soooooo sore," Anita pouted. Her lips looked
absolutely lickable to Tamara and she forced her eyes up from them,
focusing on Anita's eyes.

Tamara got up and walked behind the couch. Grabbing her sore
roommate's shoulders (where the shirt covered them, anyway), she said,
"Well, OK. Just relax and let..."

"No," Anita interrupted, getting up. "My bedroom. I want to lay down
and have you rub me right."

Tamara bit her lip, again. She could feel her panties almost soak
through. "We don't have any oil," she added, desperately trying to
avoid being alone and in bed with Anita. "I don't see how rubbing your
neck and back in there will be any different than doing it out..."

Anita smiled, and interrupted her roommate. "I have some baby oil;
it's in the medicine cabinet. Go get it, please, and I'll meet you in
my room. I'll take my shirt off and lay on my stomach, too. I want the
real deal. Nobody wears a shirt during a *real* massage, do they?
Besides, it's just us girls... and we haven't had a drop of wine." She
winked at Tamara after adding that last part.

*I hoped she'd forgotten about... that one night....* Tamara thought.
Then, she steadied her voice and hoped her friend didn't see her
trembling. "Hey now, that was a long time... I mean, it was j- -
just..."

Anita laughed and said, "I'm just messin' with ya. I'm gonna get
ready."

"I'll be in there in a minute," Tamara said. Desperation to avoid the
inevitable twisted into desire to expedite it, but she still had some
resistance left. *I have to find a way to keep this under control. I
want her, but she's off limits. I can't ruin a perfectly good
friendship over... confusion,* she thought.

Tamara took her time, not wanting to seem too eager. She got the oil
from the bathroom, and while there, took her panties off--they were
wet and smelled of her sex. Flipping the soaked garment into the
hamper, she decided to empty her bladder--she told herself she really
had to pee, but part of her mind was glad she took care of it "just in
case" something entertaining happened in the bedroom. She wiped, and
even used a washcloth to clean herself, so Anita wouldn't be so quick
to notice the unmistakable aroma of arousal.

And again, that same naughty part of her was delighted that, if things
got out of hand, her pussy would be fresh for Anita.

Burying that thought and patting herself dry, she tightened her robe
and walked into Anita's room... and nearly dropped the bottle of oil.

Anita was lying on her belly, topless. Her breasts were pretty much
hidden, but the sides of them were visible and drew Tamara's eyes
instantly. Tamara approached Anita's bed, admiring her friend's
smooth, but aching back, and noticed that her shorts were off too.
She'd laid a towel over her bottom. Tamara licked her lips.

Tamara prepared herself in her mind. *Just try to get through this. Be
easy and don't kiss her, whisper to her, or anything. Just work the
kinks out of her shoulders and back and get out. In and out... like a
tongue, or a finger, or...* Stop it*!! Say something!*

Tamara asked, "Anne, are you sure you want me to do this with you
practically naked? I mean..."

"Tammy, we're adults. I'm sore and your hands are pure magic. Work
some of that magic on me."

Tamara got on Anita's bed and knelt beside her. She poured a little
oil on her back, not sure of exactly what to do next. Anita jumped up
a little, yelping at its coldness, and Tamara saw a glimpse of nipple.
*Here goes nothing,* she thought. *Easy does it, don't try to seduce
her, just rub her back....*

As soon as Tamara's hands contacted Anita's oil-covered skin and
started to rub, Anita let out a low moan. Tamara worked her back's
muscles up and down, trying to use Anita's increasing moans as some
kind of feedback to tell her if she was doing it right or not. A smile
flickered naughtily across Tamara's face--of course she was doing it
right. With her hands, she couldn't do it wrong. But, when she worked
her way up to Anita's upper back, she had a problem: her position made
it awkward to rub Anita's shoulders.

Not really thinking, she asked, "Hey Anne, do you mind if I sit on
your back? I'll do it low for your, uh, lumbar area or whatever, and I
can rub your shoulders easier."

"Whatever... mmmm, just don't... stop...." Anita licked her lips and
raised her hips from the bed for an instant before resting it so
Tamara could take a seat on her lower back.

Tamara lifted a knee and slid it effortlessly across Anita's oiled
body, settling her naked pussy down over the girl's lower back. Tamara
was thankful for all the oil; it apparently kept Anita from noticing
how wet she was again (Anita certainly didn't make any comments about
it, anyway). *Shouldn't she be able to tell that my bare pussy is
touching her? Why isn't she... oh yeah,* Tamara thought, remembering
that her pussy was pretty much hairless where it touched Anita's back.
There wouldn't be any hairs to tickle her back and alert her to the
nakedness of her masseuse.

Her hands had never really let go, and soon Anita was moaning louder
as Tamara's "magic" hands melted her aches away. The hard, tight
muscles beneath Tamara's fingers melted like butter, relaxing in mere
moments.

But Tamara didn't stop her massage. Neither did Anita. She just kept
rubbing Anita's shoulders and neck, sliding her hands down her
slippery back every so often, and even rubbing her upper arms a few
times.

Tamara's sex was so hot with need that she wondered how Anita couldn't
notice it sliding all over back--couldn't anyone feel that? When
Tamara noticed Anita's hips moving rhythmically up and down ever so
slightly, the arousal that had built for the last half hour of oily
massage finally got the better of her.

Using one hand, she carefully undid her robe's belt. Leaving at least
one hand on Anita the whole time, she worked her robe off slowly and
quietly dropped it beside the bed--not that Anita would have heard
through her now-constant moaning.

"Tammy... mmmm, what... what are you dooooing to meee? ... I... oh
god, I'm so... your hands... so... hot... I'm so... hot... keep going,
I'm soooo... mmmmmm..."

Tamara continued to work Anita's back. Long, firm strokes went up and
down either side of the prone girl's spine, sometimes terminating with
very firm circles around her now- -pliable shoulders.

More and more often, Tamara's hands worked Anita's sides, from her
waist to under her arms, before working a little on her shoulders. And
when she made that detour, Tamara made sure to brush her fingertips as
far down the sides of Anita's tits as she could.

Anita was losing herself to the growing erotic sensations bombarding
her. She spoke in a language of mumbled words, slurred by moans and
low guttural noises. But Tamara could make out some of what she was
saying, even as her own arousal built to maddening levels. The
intelligible phrases were limited to things like "please don't stop"
and "so hot," but that was enough.

Tamara reached one hand behind her and flung the towel off Anita's ass
and into the corner. Laying her naked body on Anita's still slick
back, she slid it up and down, stopping to say to her, "I'm hot, too.
Whatever should we do about it?"

"Oh god... don't... no, stop... how are you... doing... ooooooooh god,
keep touching... no, what are you doing...."

"I have an idea. Let's screw each other until we pass out in each
other's arms. You want that, I can tell. Don't you want it?" Tamara
smiled wickedly and added a lick to Anita's ear. That move was
becoming something of a trademark for her.

"Yeah... let's screw... fuck... all night... oh don't stop, touch
me... ooooh, yeah, mmmm, kiss me, bite me... oh god touch me...
please..."

Tamara nibbled on Anita's neck and licked her ear again, abiding her
friend's requests. Tamara slipped her hands down Anita's sides, right
along her tits, without the pretense of giving a massage that she'd
been using earlier.

Anita lifted herself just a little, allowing Tamara access to her
breasts. Once they were fully in Tamara's grasp, the nearly orgasmic
sensations drove the strength out of Anita's arms and she fell back
down, pinning Tamara's hands under her. Her body shook as it climaxed
for the first time in too long, and she screamed into the pillow
beneath her face.

Thankfully, Tamara's hands were slippery from all the oil on them and
she slipped them out from underneath her roommate. Then, she got off
Anita's back and slapped her ass--hard. It was the only instruction
Tamara needed to give her.

Anita turned over, her mind aware of only one thing: her hunger for
flesh--Tamara's flesh. Their lips met in a kiss hotter than the one
they shared after that bottle of wine a few months ago. Tamara's hands
flowed over Anita's body, caressing her, redefining pleasure for her
and making her squirm. When Tamara's finger found her friend's pussy,
it sank in easily--and Anita clenched around it like a clamp as she
came all over her friend's hand.

Not waiting for Anita to recover, Tamara turned and bent over so that
she was face-to-face with Anita's dripping snatch. She grabbed both of
her roommate's legs and sank her mouth onto it, barely able to keep
her grip as Anita's hips bucked up and down at the rapturous oral
contact. Though she had never licked another girl's pussy before,
there was something about the taste that proved an enticing incentive
for Tamara to keeping that oral contact going.

*Oh god, is this... this is what it tastes like... it's so... it's
so... fuck,* this *is what sex is....* Tamara thought, savoring the
flavor for an instant before trying to coat her tongue in the taste.
*It's so good... why didn't I do this before?*

Her mouth worked Anita's pussy with inexperience but enthusiastic
determination. The first tentative licks became deep, sloppy kisses
within a minute or so, and it wasn't long before Tamara found her
lover's clitoris poking out from its hood, begging to be wetly licked,
tongue-flicked, and sucked.

When she sucked on Anita's clit, Tamara felt Anita grab her thighs,
ass, feet, and anything she could get her hands on. She was squeezing
Tamara's ass and stroking her slit, using her fingers to encourage
Tamara to continue. Tamara let go of Anita's thighs with one hand so
she could move it to Anita's cunt, and entered her friend with two
fingers, curling them up toward her belly slightly.

Anita screamed as she came again, shuddering and moaning. When she
could finally manage it, she took firm hold of Tamara's leg, swinging
it over her head. Reaching inside Tamara's legs, Anita slid her hands
over Tamara's hips and pulled her pussy onto her mouth. Tamara's mouth
released Anita's clit long enough to allow a low growl of appreciation
before descending on it again. Anita switched between slapping the ass
above her face and sliding fingers down between Tamara's cheeks and
into the sweltering sex.

Tamara felt her orgasm approaching. "Holy... oh, I'm going to...
you're m-making me c-c-cuuuum!" she screamed. Anita responded by
desperately squeezing, spanking, and fingering her friend's flesh,
obeying a need that was driving her into a delirium.

Right before Tamara came, she curled her fingers up behind Anita's
pubic bone, finding her engorged G-spot and very lightly stroking it.
Tamara carefully sucked on Anita's clit, making Anita groan into her
pussy so powerfully that it felt like a vibrator.

Then, both girls' hips began to shake, bump and grind as powerful
orgasms washed over their convulsing bodies. Almost on cue, their
mouths let go of whatever they'd been sucking on at the moment so they
could scream in release. Anita, her face glazed with Tamara's cum,
giggled in the afterglow as she steadied her breathing.

Tamara also paused to catch her breath. She lay there, panting and
playfully nibbling on Anita's thigh about halfway between her knee and
crotch. Tamara noticed, with a small bit of pride, that she'd made
Anita cum so hard that there was a wet spot on her bed. *I made her do
that.* I *did it. She's probably never cum like that before,* Tamara
thought. And when she felt two fingers enter her from below, Tamara
smiled and planted kisses all the way back to Anita's waiting pussy.

They stayed in a "69" position for a while, their oily bodies sliding
over each other wantonly, their fingers and tongues blurs of frantic
activity. Changing positions, they continued their oral ministrations.
Nothing on either one of their bodies went unlicked... unsucked...
*unviolated*. After a while, they took turns going down on each other,
exploring each other's velvety folds as their desire expanded and
contracted with each orgasm, in what seemed like a cycle that might
never end.

Few words were spoken, and fewer still were coherent. The heat between
the two could have melted stone. They lived in the infinity of their
unbridled lust, using their bodies to squeeze every bit of pleasure
out of each other, until, well after three in the morning, they both
passed out from sheer exhaustion.

They'd been fucking for about five hours straight. They drifted off
into a happy slumber... entangled, sweaty, and if Tamara remembered
correctly, in mid-kiss.

And for the first time in weeks, Tamara felt completely sexually
satisfied.

                          * * * * * * * * * *

Tamara woke up in Anita's room, alone. For the first half hour, she
lay there, basking in her memories. She'd had fun with her body on her
own lately, and she vaguely remembered how good it felt when John used
to make love to her, but she never knew that sexual pleasure could be
as intense as it had been the previous night.

*Last night... oh fuck! With* ANITA*!!*

The gravity of what had transpired hit her like a ton of lead bricks.
The same day she'd practically sworn never to foul up her relationship
with her roommate, she had instead opted to fuck her brains out. Anita
never stood a chance against the abilities Tamara had somehow
acquired, and Tamara knew it. But how she acquired her "power" wasn't
important at the moment. *I should have known better. I knew what I
was capable of... oh god, I'm still in her room, she's gone. Holy
shit, this is bad... get out, I have to get out!* her mind screamed.

She found her robe and threw it on as she walked out of Anita's room.
She was still tying its belt when she entered the living room. Anita
wasn't there. Relieved for an instant, Tamara turned around and saw
her roommate in the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of
coffee.

Tamara was speechless. What would she say? How could she explain this?
Last time it was because of the wine, or so Anita thought anyway--but
they didn't drink before last night's activities. And, it was more
than a kiss this time. A lot more. Tamara racked her mind for
something to say. Her mouth hung open, but the words would not come.

Anita looked up at her, and found her voice first.

"Tammy, sit down. I'll get you some coffee," she said, getting up and
pouring another cup.

Tamara preferred tea, but now was not the time to bring up drink
preferences.

Anita set the steaming cup of Joe before Tamara, and took a seat
across the table from her. After taking a drink, she said, "We need to
talk about last night."

Tamara sipped the bitter drink and swallowed hard.

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