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Subject: {ASSM} Lick 'n Tiff by Rachael Ross - Ch.9 (09/13) (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 Nine - The Trouble with Tiffany



"Do you think I'm kinda..."

I pursed my lips and searched for the word I wanted.

"Weak?" I blinked at Licorice. "Yeah. Exactly. Do I have like a weak
personality?"

He shrugged.

"What?" I frowned at him. "Then how'd you know I was looking for that
word?"

We were sitting on the floor in the living room playing blackjack and
I gave him another card.

"It wasn't a lucky guess!" I rolled my eyes. "You're such a big liar
sometimes."

Licorice didn't want to hurt my feelings, but I needed the truth.

"I mean, look at that Amber chick," I said while I shuffled the cards.
"It was like she hypnotized me or something...Cut."

I dealt the cards while Licorice licked his paws.

"I didn't even think I liked her that much," I sighed. "I licked her
armpits. Huh? You want another card? I got a five, Lick...You oughta
stand."

He never listened to me and I gave him a queen.

"Ha! Twenty-three," I grinned at him. "Told ya so!"

Lick gave me a dirty look.

"Anyway," I continued, "she must think I'm really desperate or
something. God! I can't believe I did that."

We played a couple more hands in silence and Licorice was winning more
than he was losing, which kind of annoyed me.

"Let me borrow a couple dollars," I said, reaching for his pile of
money.

Licorice didn't like that idea, but I took it anyway and I wasn't
gonna pay him back. I mean, he was my boyfriend, right? What did he
expect!

"Strip blackjack?" I giggled. "What are you gonna take off, Lick? You
don't even have a collar."

He didn't have an answer for that and I was just wearing panties
anyway.

"You deal for awhile," I said, pushing the cards towards him. "You
think I give out like some kinda vibe?"

He seemed to think about that for a second.

"I do?" I watched his eyes and my boyfriend wasn't lying. "I'm not a
lesbian though."

Lick shrugged and I doubled down on my eleven.

"Yeah, I remember Sister Agatha," I sighed as I got a seven. "Mom
doesn't count. That's totally different!"

But Lick didn't think so.

"I know she's a bitch," I rolled my eyes. "But that doesn't mean we're
lesbians."

Girls were always bitches to Lick; he didn't mean it in a bad way.

"And Amber," I had to agree. "Yeah, okay. That was pretty gay, but...
Yeah, I see your point."

Lick thought I was definitely throwing off some lesbian vibes and that
bothered me a lot. I knew I wasn't a lesbian. How could I be? I didn't
even like girls! I didn't like boys either. I liked dogs. My boyfriend
was a dog and I'll admit that sometimes my eyes wandered, you know.
Like the other day I saw this seriously hot Alsatian. I don't usually
go for guys with long hair, but he looked pretty awesome and I really
wanted his number, but Lick was with me and...you know. It woulda been
kind of awkward.

Anyway, he had a good point. Even if my mom didn't count, and I didn't
think she did because I totally loved her anyway, there was still the
thing with Sister Agatha and then my experience with Amber. It seemed
like they just knew they could do whatever they wanted with me and I
wouldn't say no. Well, I couldn't really say no to Sister Agatha
anyway, but you know what I mean. It was like she'd known exactly how
I'd react, meaning I'd get all hot when she spanked me and then cum
like crazy as soon as she started fingering my horny pussy.

How did she know that if I hadn't given her some kind of signal?

It bugged the heck out of me and Licorice just rolled his eyes as I
spent about a half hour in front of my bedroom mirror. I wanted to see
what Sister Agatha and Amber had seen, you know? Was it something in
my eyes? They looked pretty blue, but lots of people have blue eyes.
The way I brushed my hair? Except it had been pinned up at school and
down around my shoulders when I'd met Amber. My smile? I smiled all
the different ways I knew how. Happy, shy, surprised, doubtful,
embarrassed...Oh!

"Does this look gay to you?" I asked Lick, giving him my best
embarrassed smile.

He cocked his head to left.

"Maybe?" I nodded, looking back at the mirror. "Yeah, I think so too."

When I felt embarrassed I sorta smiled like I had a secret. A gay
lesbian secret maybe. Like I secretly wanted some girl to spank my
butt and make me lick her underarms? No way! I shook my head at that.
It couldn't be my smile. Body language maybe? I stood on my bed, even
though Licorice teased me, and tried standing in different ways. With
my arms crossed and at my sides; with my legs spread and together. I
shrugged my shoulders and tilted my head this way and that.

"I just look like me," I sighed, standing on my bed wearing nothing
but a pair of plain white panties.

That had probably been a mistake.

"No! I'm not gonna dance like a stripper!" I told him. "God! Where do
you get that stuff anyway?"

Licorice wanted a lap dance and I ignored him. I wasn't really feeling
very sexy right then, but I wondered what I'd do if some girl had been
sitting on my bedroom floor, asking me for a sexy dance...Well, what
would I be doing standing on my bed in panties anyway? Duh! I really
thought there was something wrong with me sometimes. I just hoped it
wasn't my sexual orientation because I really liked my boyfriend's
cock, you know?

"Tiffany? Are you getting ready?" Mom called out from her bedroom and
that was a whole other problem. "Michael's going to be here in half an
hour!"

"Yeah Mom!" I yelled back, knowing I could wait until Dr. Hanson was
ringing the doorbell and I'd still be ready before Mom. She was
stressing too, believe me, and I hadn't sorted that out yet either.

I had other things on my mind anyway, like...

Did my clothes look gay? Did I dress like a lesbian? I had a sudden
panic attack as I opened my closet and looked through my clothes. I'd
worn my uniform to school though, the same one as all the other girls,
so...No, I decided. My clothes were normal. It had to be me and that
almost made me feel better except it didn't.

The worst thing was I couldn't even ask my mom about it. We'd had sex!
Like, uh...Gee, Mom...Do you think I'm kinda queer? She was probably
struggling with the same question. Well, I knew she wasn't. Mom knew
she wasn't totally gay because she'd been married, had a baby, loved
Dr. Hanson and wanted to have his baby probably, and that made her at
least fifty percent not gay, right? Like even more than that probably.
Mom had to be mostly straight and just, you know, sorta bisexual or
whatever.

Most girls are, you know. I read it in a magazine at Supercuts when I
got my hair cut last year. The article said it's completely normal for
a girl to like other girls sexually, even romantically because girls
are from Venus, whatever that means. But normal girls like boys too
and I only liked boy dogs, so...What did that mean? I was confusing
myself and I shook my head trying to clear it. If I kept this up, I'd
end up in some hospital with a big box of crayons and a blank wall to
play with.

And still a lesbian to boot!

Except, "I'm not a lesbian!" I practically yelled and Licorice just
shook his head sadly.

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"Thank you for calling Dial-A-Shrink, please use the automated call
forwarding system to direct your call. Push 1 now if you're feeling
depressed..."

"Huh?" I frowned, wondering what the other options might be. I didn't
feel particularly sad, just sorta concerned.

"Push 2 now if you suffer from drug or alcohol dependency..." I rolled
my eyes at that one. Isn't that what Dial-A-Dealer is for? "Push 3 now
if you're having problems with work..." blah blah blah "...Push 7 now if
you suffer from sexual anxiety..."

Finally! I hit the number seven button and gave Lick a thumbs up...He
really hates that!

I had to listen to music for five minutes while Licorice told me all
thirty-one reasons why opposable thumbs are overrated.

"Well at least I can hold a hammer!" I retorted, remembering how much
it had hurt when I'd hit my thumb by mistake once. I just didn't want
to concede the point.

"Excuse me?" some woman asked.

"Uh, sorry...Hi."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Nora. Can I have your name please?"

"Ummm...Debbie," I lied, but don't ask me why.

"Okay, Debbie," she said pleasantly. "What would you like to talk
about today?"

"Are you a real shrink?"

"Yes I am," she replied, not sounded offended at all.

"Good. Okay, um...I think I'm a lesbian? But I don't want to be and my
boyfriend says I give off a gay vibe or whatever, but I can't figure
out where it's coming from and..."

"Slow down, dear..." the woman said, waiting patiently until I ran out
of breath.

"...in the mirror and all my clothes look perfectly normal and
everything, so...Huh? Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay. How old are you, Debbie?"

"Who? Oh! I'm sixteen," I told her. "Why?"

"I'm just curious," Dr. Nora said lightly. "Have you ever been
intimate with another girl?"

"Uh...Intimate?" I knew what she meant, but I didn't want to sound too
eager or whatever.

"Like kissing," she explained needlessly.

"Yeah, kinda," I agreed.

"Kinda?" I could hear her smile. "Were you intimate with another girl
recently?"

"This morning," I said. "Just before lunch."

"Okay, well...What happened? Can you tell me?"

"Uhhh...It's kind of embarrassing."

"I'm a doctor, Debbie," she said. "It's okay."

"I, um...I licked a girl's armpits," I said, wincing as soon as I said
the words. "Does that make me a lesbian?"

"Did you enjoy, uh...that?"

"At the time," I admitted with a nervous giggle, "I liked it a lot."

"I see."

I slammed the phone down a minute later.

"She said I'm queer," I told Licorice and he just nodded like he'd
known it all along.

"You're not ready yet?" Mom walked into the kitchen wearing a satin
half-slip. "Who were you calling?"

"Nobody," I said innocently, looking anywhere except at her because
maybe if I saw her like that I'd start thinking I wanted to kiss her
and...

"Why is my credit card on the counter?" She picked up the plastic.
"Tiffany?"

"Wow! It's almost five," I said, looking at the wall clock. "I'd
better get dressed."

That bought me only a tiny reprieve and I tried to calculate $6.99 a
minute times like twelve minutes or something. Call it fifteen, stupid
push this number and that number and five minutes of Hit Me Baby One
More Time played on a banjo. Just to find out what I already knew?
God! I shoulda known that Dial-A-Shrink thing was just a big scam!

Mom was going to kill me when she got the bill for it too!

I wanted to just wear a t-shirt and some jeans, but that was out of
the question. We were going to the Virgin Circus at school and I had
to wear something presentable, whatever that means. My mom defined it
as a dress, or at least a skirt and nice blouse, and I couldn't really
argue with that. Being a catholic schoolgirl kinda sucked sometimes
and usually when you least expected it, like going to a circus in a
dress? But it wasn't a real circus either, just a pretend one with
silly games and a little show put on by the choir and all that stuff.
It was for charity, you know?

"You'd think Bingo Night would be enough!" I complained to Licorice.

He perked his ears at that. He loved playing bingo!

"No, you can't come. I told you that ten times already," I sighed.
"Yeah, Lick. It's cause you're black."

I didn't have the heart to tell him my school was prejudiced against
dogs. He wouldn't have believed me anyway.

"I'll never go back to what?" I narrowed my eyes. "You're sick!"

But then I laughed at him and grabbed my blue dress, the one with a
zillion white polka dots all over it.

"It does?" I frowned and put it back. I wasn't sure if it really
looked gay or not, but Lick seemed to think so.

After a few more false starts I settled on a black skirt, made out of
vinyl or something. It was really shiny anyway, short too, and I wore
a ribbed top with it, like a t-shirt with a v-neck, except it was a
real top and looked pretty okay. I had a cool belt, really wide and
made out of pink leather, and I wore that kinda loose, you know. It
went good with my pink Skechers. I had some pink earrings as well,
nice ones even though they were plastic, and I decided to leave my
hair down. I just brushed it to the left instead of the right. Maybe
parting the hair on the right was a secret lesbian sign or something,
I wasn't sure, and I had a pink barrette to keep it there.

"Pink lip gloss isn't gay, right?" I asked myself in the mirror and I
figured I looked totally like a heterosexual girl.

"How do I look?" I asked Licorice as the doorbell rang and Mom could
deal with that.

It was her date anyway. Mom was just dragging Dr. Hanson to my school
and he was nice enough to pretend to be excited about it. That's one
reason he was so completely awesome in my book. I'd never had a dad,
you know, so all I knew was what I saw on television mostly, since
nearly all of my friends came from broken homes like mine. Dr. Hanson
would have made a pretty good TV dad, I thought, and I wouldn't mind
if he was my dad until I left for college or whatever.

"I do?" I blinked at Licorice. "Is it my belt or my earrings? What?"

Lick couldn't say why I looked like a lesbian, only that I did. The
total package, he called it. Like I'd taken all the heterosexual
ingredients and mixed them all together to get a gay sixteen year old
girl.

"Tiffany! Michael's here..." Mom yelled. "Come on! We're ready to go!"

Mom wasn't going to let me spend another twenty minutes changing, I
knew that. Shoot! I stared at myself in the mirror. Maybe it was
because I wasn't wearing a bra. I couldn't really see my nipples
through my top, but maybe...

"It's my tits, isn't it?" I asked Lick and he nodded slowly, but then
he caught my frown and pretended like he was just scratching behind
the ear.

Yeah, I decided. My braless boobs were definitely a surefire dead
giveaway that I was a total lesbian. I'd probably have girls hitting
on me all night long. I'd be helpless too. I already knew that much
about myself. I just couldn't say no to a hot chick. I couldn't even
say no to a nun, for Christ's sake! God! And Sister Agatha would be
there and she'd see me and remember how I'd cum all over her fingers.
She'd probably ask me if I wanted another spanking, like whispering in
my ear and rubbing my butt through my skirt, and I already knew I'd
swallow hard, blush sweetly, and nod my head like the submissive
little lesbian slut I didn't want to be!

"Just a second, Mom!" I shouted, digging through my underwear drawer
until I found it.

I yanked up my top and I had one strapless bra. I could put it on and
not even mess up my hair, at least not any more than it already was. I
fastened it backwards around my tummy, turned it the right way, and
pulled my bra up and over my tits. Easy as pie and it had only taken
about that long to do it. I tucked my top back into my skirt, fixed my
big pink belt so it looked cool 'n casual, like it was about to fall
off my hips any second, and...

"Hmmm..." I looked at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that. I
didn't really look any different, but I definitely couldn't see any
nipple action now. Could a bra really make that much of a difference?
It didn't seem like it should, but then again none of this made much
sense, did it? Lesbians don't wear underwear? That thought made me
smile.

"What do you think, Lick?" I asked him, posing with my hands on my
hips while he looked me up and down. "Do I look like a lesbian or
what?"

"Definitely," a soft, feminine voice fell from the open doorway onto
my heart.

Her fingers played mischievously along the waistband of her leather
hipsters while her lustrous green eyes drank me in. All I could do was
blink at the girl, feeling my cheeks growing warm and my tummy
tingling with a surge of nervous energy. Licorice looked between us
and his tail thumped the carpet as he probably imagined another
threesome in his immediate future.

"Amber?" I whispered.

"Surprise," she said with a giggle. "Don't I get a kiss?"



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end
to be continued
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