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Subject: {ASSM} Lick 'n Tiff by Rachael Ross - Ch.13 (13/13) (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 Thirteen - All Things Considered



A bubble bath couldn't cheer me up. Not even with Licorice sitting
near the tub, trying to make-up with me, although we didn't have
anything to make-up for. He thought we did, but only because he'd been
mad at me and then I'd gotten mad at him, you know. But since I'm his
girlfriend, Lick's anger didn't count and we both knew it. I wasn't
really mad at him anyway, but just frustrated mostly.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm a total lesbian. You were right, Lick."

At least my boyfriend wasn't a big I-told-ya-so kinda guy. Licorice
just scratched behind his ear and tried to tell me everything would be
fine.

"You were wrong about one thing though," I said with kind of a forced
giggle. "Jeremy didn't have a little dick."

Licorice knew I'd had sex with the boy and that's why he'd been mad.
He'd caught the scent of Jeremy's semen dripping from my pussy as soon
as I'd walked through the door. I couldn't hide it or deny it or
anything. That's the problem with having a dog for a boyfriend, I
guess; they have a really great sense of smell.

"Three times," I admitted sheepishly. "But he didn't make me cum at
all. I was trying too. I thought of you the whole time and..."

Lick cocked his head at that.

"Huh? Of course, silly!" I rolled my eyes. "You're so much better at
it than Jeremy. You always make me cum."

Lick's chest swelled with manly pride and I laughed at him.

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "You're a big stud, Lick. Your medal's in
the mail."

I had to spend half a minute trying to explain what that meant.
Licorice can be kinda literal sometimes.

"Where'd Mom go anyway?" I wondered. "Oh yeah? Was Amber with him?
Oh."

Dr. Hanson had stopped by to take Mom out for some ice cream. Yeah
right! That made me giggle. They were probably at his place making a
big hot cum sundae in my mom's pussy. I didn't mind at all. I felt
pretty happy for them and I kept waiting for Dr. Hanson to pop the
question, you know? But probably it was a little too soon for that
since they'd only been dating for a month or so.

How long did it take to figure out you're in love though?

It hadn't taken me and Licorice very long, that's for sure. And we
were totally meant for each other too, which is why we couldn't stay
mad at one another for very long. Lick had forgiven me for cheating on
him even faster than I'd forgiven him for boning Becky's golden
retriever. But that's because I'm the girlfriend and Licorice needs me
more than I need him, except that's a total lie. Don't tell him that
either! It's a total secret and anyway, boys are better off not
knowing the truth. It makes the world a better place.

ring - ring - ring

"Telephone," I sighed, leaning back against the porcelain and enjoying
the hot water, the soft bubbles, and the candy-like smell of Pooh Bear
Bubble Bath.

Licorice padded out of the bathroom.

"The one in Mom's bedroom!" I yelled after him.

The phone in the kitchen had a cord and Lick forgot that sometimes.
He'd already snapped three of them, much to my mom's annoyance.

"Who is it?" I asked, taking the phone from Lick's mouth a minute
later. "Oh."

I frowned and hoped this wasn't going to be too bad.

"Hey Jen!" I said with a lot of joy I didn't feel. "What's up?"

"You had sex with him?" Jenny yelled and I winced because this was
gonna be bad, I could tell.

"He told you?" I asked, hardly believing Jeremy would tell his sister
that he'd fucked her best friend on the first date, but...

"He told Josh!"

"Oh."

"And Josh told Jared."

"Uhhh..."

"And Jared told Scott."

"Scott Myers?"

"And Scott told Crystal."

"Really?" I frowned at that because Crystal Myers had a big mouth.

"And Crystal told Carol and Carol told Sandy and Sandy told Katie and
Katie told me!"

"I can explain," I said with a hard swallow, only barely appreciating
the fact that the whole town knew Jeremy had fucked me...

"Three times!"

"Huh?" I winced. "I'm sorry, Jen. We just kinda...did it. You know? I
didn't plan on it."

Licorice rolled his eyes at that and made a face at him.

"He said it was your idea!"

"He did?" I bit my lip and wondered what kind of boyfriend would brag
about that.

"He's my brother!"

"I know, but..."

"You're my best friend!"

"Yeah," I agreed quickly, hoping she'd remember that.

"And you're stealing him away from me!"

"What? Jenny...No!" I almost laughed, but that would have been sorta
bad. "We're not getting married or anything. Come on!"

"He's supposed to love me!" she pouted and that was the real issue.
Jenny had a total crush on the boy.

"He does love you," I told her. "We just had sex, that's all. It
wasn't like we were making love or whatever."

"What's the difference?" she asked and that kinda stumped me. I mean,
I knew what the difference was, I could feel it in my heart, but how
to explain it?

"Look," I said. "I don't even like him that much. I don't want to be
his girlfriend. Okay?"

"Really?"

"Yeah really," I tried a soft giggle. "You can have him all to
yourself, Jen."

"But he loves you though," she sighed. "All he talks about is Tiffany
this and Tiffany that and Tiffany's so hot and blah blah blah...Did you
break up with him?"

"Break up?" I shrugged. "I dunno. We just had one date, Jen. There's
nothing to break, you know?"

"He thinks there is."

"He's a boy, right?" I laughed and she actually giggled, but not
happily or anything.

"Jeremy's gonna be mad."

"So?" I said and immediately regretted it.

"What do you mean so?" Jen demanded, raising her voice again. "He's my
brother! You can't treat him like that!"

"I didn't mean it that way," I offered weakly. "I just meant..."

"You're kind of a bitch sometimes," Jen said and that made me blink.
We'd never said anything like that to one another, not once, and I'd
known Jennifer Hawkins a long time!

"Jen..."

"I gotta go!" she said a microsecond before she hung up.

"Great!" I rolled my eyes. My best friend hated me now. "Shut-up!" I
frowned at Licorice. "I know I'm a bitch."

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ring- ring- ring

"Telepho...oh!" It was on the floor next to the tub. "Grand Central
Station."

"When's the next train to Clarkesville?"

"Huh? Amber?"

"Our parents are driving me crazy!" she giggled. "They're watching the
Monkees and making out like teenagers."

"The Monkees?"

"Is it coincidence or what?"

"I don't know!" I laughed just because I had no idea what she was
talking about.

"Can I come over?"

"Um...Yeah," I nodded into the phone. "Of course, but..."

"Cool!" she laughed again. "Breakfast at Tiffany's. I'll bring my
sleeping bag."

"Sleeping bag?"

"That's a joke," she told me. "We'll sleep in your mom's bed."

"We will?"

"She won't be needing it tonight, believe me!"

"Oh."

"Here..."

"Huh?"

"Tiffany?" Mom's voice made me jerk up a little.

"Hi Mom."

"Michael and I are going out tonight," she told me. "Is that okay for
you? Will you be alright?"

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"We'll probably be out kind of late, so..." she explained. "Well, I
might spend the night."

"Okay," I said. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Where are you guys going?"

"The Rocky Horror Picture Show," she said with a giggle. "It's
supposed to be a lot of fun, but it starts at midnight."

"Oh." I had no idea what that even was.

"Amber's going to come keep you company," Mom said and I didn't think
she knew about us yet, but probably Dr. Hanson did.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "That's what she was saying."

"And you've got school tomorrow, so..."

"I know."

"Make sure you get your uniform ready tonight," she reminded me. "How
was your big date with Jeremy?"

"Uhhh..." I shrugged. "It was okay, I guess."

"Just okay?"

"It was amazing." I rolled my eyes.

"Good." Mom must have been smiling. "I'll call you later, alright?
Just order some pizza if you get hungry."

"Okay, Mom."

"I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

I thumbed the phone off and looked at Licorice.

"Guess who's coming to dinner," I said with a giggle and flicked some
bubbles at him. "You think I'm overdressed or no?"

Amber. Okay. Well, if a girl had to be a lesbian, she could do a lot
worse for a girlfriend than a hardbody college cheerleader, right? If
Amber even was my girlfriend. I'd only known her like two days, but I
was pretty sure I loved her. Not as much as I loved Licorice, of
course, but I had definite feelings for the girl. Kinda mixed feelings
too. I mean, our parents were dating and probably going to get married
someday, so...Amber was like a sister, kinda. But like a girlfriend too,
since we'd kissed and hmmm...It wasn't like I wasn't into incest, I had
to admit. My mom could vouch for that!

"Huh?" I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend and then giggled. "You've
got a one track mind, Lick."

He just shrugged, but I thought he was probably right too. Amber
wouldn't mind having a threesome with us. She was that kind of girl
and I wondered if she loved her daddy the way I loved my mom. That
would be kinda cool, I thought, and I bet it was pretty nice having a
dad around to hug and kiss sometimes.

I closed my eyes and smiled, deciding I'd stay in the tub until I
absolutely positively had to get out. I just wanted to imagine curling
up between Mom and Dr. Hanson in a big warm bed...While we watched
Licorice fuck Amber on the floor. Yeah. That would be nice and I
rubbed my hard little clit beneath the hot water, wondering if all of
Jeremy's sperm had washed out of my pussy yet.

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"Hey Sleeping Beauty."

I woke up with a start, hearing the words in my dream and feeling
Amber's lips caressing mine.

"Hi," she smiled at me. "I let myself in. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, um..." I smiled back at her and the water had grown cold, the
bubbles melted into a thin milky froth. "Hi. I guess I fell asleep.
Did you just get here?"

"About twenty minutes ago," Amber said, reaching into the water and
waving her hand. "I wanted to watch you sleep."

"The water's cold." I started to move. "Where's Licorice?"

"I let him outside," she told me. "He had to see a man about a horse."

"Heh!" I giggled as Amber stood up and held out her hand to help me
rise from the water. "Oh! You're wearing your t-shirt?"

"Yeah!" she laughed and struck a pose. "It fits me okay. Right?"

"Almost!" I stuck my tongue out at her.

She'd bought a pink t-shirt at the Virgin Circus, a small one that
said 'I'm a Virgin' on the front and had the school seal on the back.
It would have fit a thirteen year old pretty good, but Amber was
nineteen and she had some amazing breasts! The t-shirt was wrapped
around her like a tube top and her nipples were seriously obvious. I
really liked the space between her tits, like a tunnel where the shirt
stretched over the pale cleavage beneath and didn't touch her body at
all.

I had no idea what her measurements might be, but Amber's boobs were
too big for her slender shoulders and narrow hips, and gave the girl a
top heavy look, you know? In the good way, I mean. One that made grown
men feel fifteen again...at least in their pants. My mom was the same
way, except older and not quite so outrageously cute maybe, and Amber
had gotten her a t-shirt too. I wondered if Mom had been wearing it
when we'd talked on the phone. I liked to think so, but only because
I'd been having a sexy dream and I had that warm tingling in my tummy.

And Amber was standing there, holding a towel for me as I stepped out
of the bathtub, letting her emerald eyes roam my wet body. She always
made me feel small, and soft too, since between her t-shirt and faded
jeans I could see her wonderfully taut belly. Amber had muscles! God!
I wanted to lick her stomach the way I'd licked her armpits, which
hadn't grossed me out at all, by the way. I'd do it again in a
heartbeat if she'd let me.

Yeah, maybe I had to be queer, but at least I had Amber to comfort me.

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"When did you know you were gay?" I wondered around a mouthful of
pizza and Amber shrugged.

"Am I?"

"Aren't you?" I giggled nervously, thinking maybe I'd just screwed up
somehow. She didn't seem mad about it though.

"I don't think so," Amber said with a grin. "I'm just me."

"Yeah, but..." I swallowed my pizza and looked at her, "...you like girls.
Right?"

"I like you," she nodded. "I like you a lot, Tiff."

"Hey!" I frowned as Lick stole a bite of my pizza. "Get your own
pizza!"

"Here..." Amber grabbed a slice for Licorice and put it on his plate.

"I know!" I rolled my eyes at him. "Sorry. You can't hardly taste the
olives anyway."

"Especially the way he eats!" Amber giggled and I nodded at that.

Licorice was giving me a hard time about the black olives because he
didn't like them very much.

"Does your boyfriend complain this much?" I asked and Amber shrugged.

"Sometimes," she said. "He likes to complain about sex mostly."

"Sex?"

"Marty thinks I don't go down on him enough," Amber said, making a
face. "He's got some kind of oral fixation."

"I think I'm addicted to Lick's cum," I said, reaching for another
slice. "But I like everything else too, so...He's pretty happy."

Licorice nodded his head at that, but had his own thoughts about what
was missing from our sex life.

"Oh God! Don't start, Licorice." I made a little face of my own and
Amber gave me a curious smile.

"What?" she asked with a smile, looking between me and Lick.

"He really wants to try the butt thing," I told her with a small
blush.

"The butt thing?" Amber widened her eyes and I nodded, giggling like a
little girl with her hand stuck in a cookie jar.

"Yeah, you know...Like anal sex or whatever?" I said, explaining how
we'd been on the internet once searching for a recipe for rump roast
and ended up looking at pictures I never even wanted to see.

"You ran a search on rump roast?" Amber laughed at me. "That must have
been fun."

"I'm just glad my mom didn't catch us!" I giggled. "God! Some of that
stuff was sick."

"I bet," she said with a sympathetic nod. "So did you ever find a
recipe?"

I just laughed.

"You know you're not a lesbian, right?" Amber asked me seriously and I
shrugged.

"I don't know what I am," I sighed. "I just feel..."

"Sixteen?" she smiled at me. "You don't have to be anything except
yourself."

"I know, but..."

"You've got a great boyfriend," Amber smiled at Licorice, who was busy
licking his balls and pretending not to listen. "You love him, right?
So why worry about anything else?"

She had a good point and I didn't have an answer. I just wanted to
know who I was, that's all, but maybe that would sound really stupid.
I didn't know how to explain it. So I just kinda sat there.

"All you have to do," Amber told me softly, giving me her bright green
eyes, "is love the one your with."

"Yeah," I nodded, cause that made sense.

Except I knew I didn't love Sister Agatha and maybe that's what really
bothered me. I didn't want to have sex with someone I didn't love.
Jeremy had proven it to me in the back of his car that very afternoon.
Could it be I'd just gotten the message mixed up? Like maybe I didn't
really enjoy fucking him not because I was a lesbian, but because I
didn't love him? What if I met a boy I actually did love?

"Anyway," Amber laughed lightly, "a lesbian is just a girl who hasn't
met the right man yet."

"What?" I grinned at her. "Are you a mind reader?"

"Only part time," she shrugged, teasing me happily as I felt her arm
slipping around my shoulder.

"What do you do the rest of the time?" I teased softly.

"Whatever I want," Amber sighed and I believed her.

We sorta fell slowly backwards onto the sofa and I turned, finding
Amber's shoulder with my hand. I couldn't stop smiling, even when she
finally kissed me. I did love her and I felt sure that Amber loved me
as well, I just couldn't find the specific moment when it had
happened. Somewhere between seeing her for the first time and touching
her pussy through those tiny cheer shorts she'd been wearing...Love at
first sight?

"What's that?" Amber breathed, massaging my neck through my blonde
hair while I kissed the soft spot just below her ear.

"Love at first sight," I whispered. "Do you believe in it?"

"Absolutely," she giggled. "There's no other kind for people like us."

"Hmmm..." I sighed and pinched her earlobe between my lips, playing my
tongue around the emerald stud that pierced it.

"I'm going to fuck you," Amber said with a sigh. "While your boyfriend
watches."

"Promise?" I asked her, bringing my hand to her left breast and
marveling at how warm and soft and firm she felt.

"And then I'm going to fuck your boyfriend," she giggled.

"Uh-huh," I agreed, kissing down her neck, licking Amber's silky skin
as I went. "And then what?"

"And then I want to watch him fuck you," she decided, pushing me down
so I could lie on the sofa.

"Ohhh..."

"In the butt!"

"Ouch!" I made a face and giggled.

My body shivered pleasantly as I watched her fingers unbutton the
blouse I'd thrown on, an old one from the previous school year. I'd
put on a skirt too, plaid and pleated and too small for me now, but
Mom never threw anything away and I'd wanted to tease Amber. I'd
dressed up like a wayward schoolgirl just for her and now she
undressed me while Licorice watched with unabashed interest. He'd just
have to wait though.

I wanted Amber all to myself the first time we made love together and
I think she did too. We were going to be sisters soon and we had a lot
of lost time to make up for.


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end
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end of Lick 'n Tiff
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