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Subject: {ASSM} Lick 'n Tiff by Rachael Ross - Ch.8 (08/13) (Bestiality, Lesbian,  Romance, Teen Angst)
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Lick 'n Tiff
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross All rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Intended for adults only.


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Lick 'n Tiff
by rache


Chapter Eight - Tiff 'n Amber


"Uh...Hi," I said, kind of frozen as I stood just inside the front door
of the Hanson Veterinary Clinic.

Licorice cocked his head and we were both a little confused. Usually
Dr. Hanson sat behind his desk, unless he happened to be with a
patient in which case nobody sat behind his desk. Except me sometimes,
since he didn't mind and it was a pretty comfortable chair.

"Hello!" A young woman smiled cheerfully at me and then really turned
on the lights for Licorice. "Wow! You're a hottie! What's your name?"

"Lick...Uh, Licorice," I said with some annoyance. "Where's Dr. Hanson?
Is he in the back or..."

I'll tell you, at first I thought this woman had to be Dr. Hanson's
new girlfriend which would really suck. That would make my mom his old
girlfriend, you know? Since they were kind of seriously dating and I'd
been playing both sides of that fence, meaning I wanted Mom and Dr.
Hanson to hook up permanently. I thought that would be the most
awesome thing in the world because, well...For a lot of reasons, but the
biggest one was because my mom deserved to be happy and Dr. Hanson was
a genuinely nice guy. I'd have married him myself if I wasn't just
sixteen and completely in love with my dog.

So I prepared myself to hate this strawberry blonde bimbo with her
dimples and freckles and bright green eyes and slender hips and big
tits and long legs and...She had muscles on her tummy! I'd never seen a
girl with abs before, although she wasn't grotesque or anything. She
just had small, well-defined muscles like she thought she was Xena or
something. Yeah, I hated her right off. Mom didn't deserve competition
like that!

And what was Dr. Hanson doing with a girl like her anyway? She
couldn't have been much older than me, like nineteen maybe? Twenty? A
total trophy babe, that's all she was and I figured she had to be a
gold digger to boot, although Dr. Hanson wasn't a bad looking man at
all for being forty years old or whatever. A girl like this belonged
in a beer commercial though, not in a veterinarian's office!

What a slut! I mean, look at how she was dressed - A skimpy halter
top, a blue one that said "Trojans" in gold letters across her perfect
boobs? They had to be fake! And what was that supposed to be, an
advertisement for condoms? Did they pay her for that, or did she just
give out free samples? And those white shorts? I had panties that were
bigger than those and half as tight! They were like those nylon shorts
that skinny guys wear when they ride their bikes across the Alps on
ESPN8 except they didn't even cover her butt! I could see her slit, I
swear. The girl had a camel toe as big as my pinky and she wasn't shy
about showing it off either!

"Oh! He had to make a house call," she sighed theatrically. "Some cat
got its head stuck in some hamster's exercise wheel."

She giggled and rolled her eyes and sorta wiggled her hips and did
everything but gush lemonade from her prominent nipples. They were
brown, I could tell, and about an inch long, I figured. What a slut!

"I'm Amber," she said, holding out her hand. "You must be Tiffany,
right?"

"Uhhh...Amber Hanson?" I blinked at her.

"Uh-huh," she shrugged and gave my fingers a squeeze. "Daddy told me
all about you."

I had to take back every single bad thought I'd had about her, except
maybe for the one about her being a slut. I mean, the evidence was
standing right in front of me. My mom would kill me if I ever went
anywhere looking like that!

"Yeah," I smiled back, feeling totally relieved that this girl wasn't
the competition at all. "He told me about you too."

Except he hadn't mentioned his daughter looked like a porn star! She
hadn't looked like that in her pictures, not even, but the ones I'd
seen had all been a few years old and I guess college changes a girl.
I started wondering if I shouldn't rethink my future. Maybe I could
join the Coast Guard or something. I'd never heard of any sluts in the
Coast Guard. I could be a lighthouse keeper maybe; me and Licorice all
alone against the sea, that sounded pretty romantic, and...

"And you!" Amber knelt on the carpet and took Lick's face in her
hands. "I could eat you up for breakfast!"

I stared at the girl as she slid her hand down Lick's back, around his
hip and inside his left leg to find his penis. His tail started
wagging and his ears perked up and the next thing I know he's licking
her lips and Amber's not pulling away like most girls would. She's
smiling and letting him work her bee-stung lips apart, teasing my
boyfriend and daring him to go ahead and taste her tonsils right in
front of me!

"Hey!" I said, as much to Licorice as to Amber. They both looked at me
a little guiltily.

"Oh, I don't blame you," she told me as she let go of Lick's cock and
stood up slowly. "I don't like it when someone kisses my boyfriend
either."

"Well, it's just..." I shrugged, feeling kind of sheepish since this was
Dr. Hanson's daughter and that made us practically related.

Almost, I hoped, if everything went according to plan. Except it would
be really weird if me and this Amber chick were like step-sisters or
something. At least I knew I wouldn't be borrowing her clothes and I
seriously doubted she'd fit into mine! Her tits were as nice as my
mom's and I felt a twinge of jealousy.

"I caught my first roommate making out with Marty like a month after
she moved in?" Amber rolled her eyes. "That didn't work out too well.
I kicked her out the next morning."

"Marty?"

"Martin Luther," she nodded. "He's a German Shepherd, so...you know."

"Oh," I smiled at that cause it did sorta make sense.

"Hey! You want something to drink?" she asked. "Let's go in the back.
I'm seriously dehydrated."

"You are?" I giggled because this girl was sorta tripping me out.

I wasn't totally sure I wanted to like her, except I really did
because she was Dr. Hanson's daughter, and...You know. I had to get over
the shock, that's all. Amber was being totally friendly, I had to
admit. So we left Licorice in the front to guard the door, since he'd
curled up on the floor right in front of it. He was interested in this
girl, but kind of worn out too. My boyfriend had been having a lot of
sex lately and even a stud like Licorice needs a little breather every
now and again. I planned to tease him about it later.

"I had cheerleading practice this morning. Five to eight and then an
hour in the gym. Ugh! I hate it, but it's so much fun too. Weird how
that works. Are you a cheerleader?"

"No, I'm not really into..."

"You look like one," Amber said with a grin over her shoulder. "Daddy
told me you're a stone fox, but he's kinda old, so..."

"A stone fox?" I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"Yeah!" She laughed too. "He talks like that. Haven't you noticed?
It's that whole seventies thing. Have you seen his record collection?"

"Uhhh...No."

"Don't bother," Amber said with a sad sigh. "It's all disco. I swear,
I just wanna scream at him sometimes."

"Disco?"

"He likes ABBA the most," she shrugged. "I think it's that blonde
chick. She was kinda cute, I guess. Daddy's got a thing for blondes."

"I guess so," I said, not really knowing what I was supposed say. I
didn't even know there was a blonde girl in ABBA.

"I saw a picture of your mom." Amber had opened a small refrigerator
in what passed for Dr. Hanson's private office. "Are you cool with
that?"

"Cool with what?" I asked a little nervously as Amber seemed kinda
serious all of a sudden.

"With my dad and your mom, you know, being all hot and heavy and
everything?"

"Are they?" I wondered how much she knew about them.

"My daddy is," Amber said, pulling out a plastic bottle of apple
juice. "Here you go."

"Thanks." I opened it and took a swallow. "I'm pretty okay with it,
yeah. Are you?"

"I think so," she shrugged. "I guess I'll know after I meet your mom,
right?"

"I guess so," I agreed, wondering what my mom would think of this
girl. Heck, I wondered what I thought of her.

"Oh no!" Amber looked down at herself, sorta pushing her hips towards
me and I tried not to stare. "I hate these stupid shorts!"

"Ummm..." I shrugged.

"This is kinda embarrassing, huh?" she grinned at me, looking anything
but embarrassed. "Good thing were both girls."

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Good thing."

"They're cheer shorts, you know? And they ride really tight, see?"
Amber slid her middle finger along the crease of her pussy. "It feels
kinda good though. I don't know what kind of material they use."

"It looks like nylon or something," I offered, feeling really weird
standing there and watching as the girl played with her pussy.

"Yeah, but it feels like silk," she said. "Here. Feel it. Tell me what
you think."

"What? Oh! No...I, uh..."

"It's okay," she giggled, reaching for my hand. "Right here...Touch it
there...Can you feel that?"

I blinked into her smiling face as she held my hand and rubbed my
fingers up and down the front of her shorts and I could feel every
little bump, believe me!

"It feels, um...nice," I told her with a hard swallow and I could feel
my face beginning to burn.

"For me too," she agreed softly, licking her lips and pushing my hand
a little lower. "Down there...It feels really nice..."

I felt her pussy lips through the thin fabric and she was warm and
moist. Amber pressed my fingers against the very entrance to her womb
and I could feel the heat pouring out of her. Her green eyes stared
into mine and she wasn't but a couple inches taller than me. She
smelled good too. Not like soap or anything, but like a girl before
she takes a bath. Amber had been cheerleading and working out and I
knew she hadn't taken a shower afterwards. I could smell her all salty
sweet with just a hint of something almost sour, but not unpleasantly.
I liked the way she smelled.

Amber stepped closer and her breasts touched mine through our clothes.
She wore that skimpy halter top and I wore a t-shirt without a bra. My
nipples hardened and my tummy tingled. My arm was trapped between us,
my hand between her thighs. She'd let me go, but I wasn't sure when. I
just realized she wasn't holding my hand to her pussy anymore. Amber
held me by the hips instead and I knew she was going to kiss me. It
was inevitable and I couldn't believe it had taken her all of ten
minutes to seduce me.

"Have you ever been with another girl before?" she asked, breathing
the humid words across my face.

"Yeah," I whispered, staring at her lips as they hovered close to
mine.

"Me too," Amber sighed, biting her bottom lip and I watched it unfold
slowly. "My dad's right. You're a fox, Tiffany."

"You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen," I told her truthfully,
wondering how long we could make this moment last. Wondering where it
had even come from.

"What are you gonna do about it?" she asked with a playful pout.

"Whatever you want me to," I promised, quivering with nervous
anticipation.

"Good girl," she said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath
through her nose. "You smell like peaches."

"You smell better than me," I giggled, feeling my heart thumping
wildly.

"What do I smell like?"

"A girl."

"Hmmm...Here..." Amber raised her left arm and used her right hand to
guide my face into her armpit. "Do you like that, Tiffany?"

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in the distinctive odor
of her sweaty skin, strong and pungent and making my mouth water. I
answered her with a kiss and then a lick across her smooth skin,
tasting salt as I ran my flattened tongue along that soft hollow. I
thought I'd never tasted a girl before. It wasn't sex, like tasting a
girl's cum, it was just...her. Amber's flavor without any reason or
purpose or special design. I was tasting the everyday essence of her
true nature.

I felt intoxicated as she watched me lick her again, kissing across
her bare flesh where it was exposed above her halter. Amber lifted her
other arm, smiling as I lapped at her armpit, bathing her sweat
stained skin with my tongue. I could feel just a hint of stubble where
her hair was trying to grow back and some part of me wished she hadn't
shaved at all. What would that be like, I wondered, to kiss the humid
tangle of Amber's unshaven underarms? I'd have thought the idea would
gross me out, but right then I could imagine nothing so completely
erotic.

"Go down..." Amber whispered, pushing me gently to my knees in front of
her. "Kiss me down there too."

Her arousal had turned the white nylon of Amber's shorts almost
transparent, at least where the material clung to her sex. Those
shorts were so thin they seemed more like body paint than real
clothing. A thin seam ran from the waistband down, across the gentle
swell of her mound only to disappear beneath the obvious knot of
wrinkled flesh where her clitoris must have been straining to pop
free. Her labia were fat and pronounced with the nylon pushed deeply
between them, and I could smell her strongly as Amber held my head and
urged me to kiss her there.

My hands went to her thighs, behind her legs and I stroked her smooth
skin, so soft and feminine, and strong and toned and unlike anyone
else. Amber had muscles, real ones that you wouldn't really notice
until you felt them. She was sleek and graceful, athletic the way I
wasn't. I felt soft and weak compared to her and I could imagine her
dancing tirelessly, cheering sexily in front of an excited crowd. I'd
always imagined cheerleaders as something like ornaments, pretty to
look at, but hardly practical. Not even real the way the rest of us
were, but Amber gave lie to that illusion.

I found her ass with my hands, the nylon giving those firm round
globes a strange and unexpected texture. I squeezed her butt and
kissed the place where her clitoris hid, mouthing her sex through that
teasing veil between us. She sighed softly, stroking my hair, smiling
with her eyes as much as her lips. I gave her my tongue, pushing it
out and down, not really licking or anything, just using it to explore
the odd contours of her pussy through her shorts. I tried to pinch the
material between my lips, even bite it, but that would have been
impossible. They were too tight, too perfectly molded to her form, and
I moved my hands higher so that I could tug at the waistband and pull
them down.

"Amber? Hey! Who left this dog here?" Dr. Hanson's good natured
chuckle carried through the clinic and interrupted us, filling me with
a surge of frustrated desire.

"Back here, Daddy!" Amber called out, helping me to my feet with a lop-
sided grin that almost made me feel better.

"I'd better, um..." I licked my lips and looked around, knowing my face
was pink.

I felt a bit of panic rising, not so much for myself, but because I
didn't want to get Amber in trouble. I knew her dad pretty good, but
not enough to be comfortable with being caught doing whatever it was
we'd been doing. I didn't even know what to call it or what any of it
meant or...I felt pretty confused.

"We'll continue this later," Amber whispered and for just a heartbeat
I thought she'd kiss me, but we were too late.

"Tiffany!" Dr. Hanson smiled at me and then looked at Amber. "Have you
been playing nice?"

"Of course, Daddy!" she laughed. "I introduced myself and everything."

"Good," he nodded, giving me his warm brown eyes. "Tiffany's very
special, we have to treat her nice. Right?"

"Uh, yeah," I giggled, blushing all the more. "Nice is always, uh...
nice."

"Nice is always nice," he grinned at me and then frowned at his
daughter. "Did you lose something?"

"Huh? Oh!" Amber made a little eek! face. "I spilled some juice on my
skirt. It's hanging in the bathroom."

"Looks like you spilled a little juice on your shorts too," he clucked
his tongue and smiled at me. "Amber was always a messy girl."

"Yeah right," she rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to him. I had to baby-
sit my dad for ten years."

"What?" He looked shocked.

"Sometimes I think I never should have left for college," Amber sighed
before turning on her smile again. "Thank God he found your mom, huh?"

"Yeah," I smiled back at her.

"No, I didn't find her," Dr. Hanson told us. "Tiffany found me."

"I introduced them," I said, feeling a little proud of that odd
accident of fate. "It was just kinda luck, I guess."

"Lucky for all of us, huh?" Amber grinned at me and I blushed again,
stealing a glance at her dad. He gave me a wink and a nod and I felt
hot all over.



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to be continued
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