tagMind ControlHow Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Ch. 03

How Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Ch. 03

byemc_bobwhite©

As she silently sat across from Anita, Tamara thought, How many years can this silence last? She had tried to come up with something to start "the talk," if for no other reason than to simply get it over with. But there was nothing she could think of that would ease the awkward silence into some kind of conversation.

Anita's voice broke the silence. Looking into her nearly empty cup of coffee, she said flatly, "That was some night, wouldn't you say?"

Trembling hands steadied Tamara's cup as she tried to take a sip. The acrid taste didn't help her find words, but she had to say something. "Um, yeah. Some night," she said. "I, uh, had... I mean, it was fun." Her eyes slammed shut and she mentally scolded herself for not being able to come up with anything better to say.

Anita let out a sound that was a mix between a snicker and a snort. Tamara looked up and, seeing the look on her roommate's face, knew it was an attempt at nervous laughter.

"Look Tammy, what happened last night aside, why—"

"I'm so sorry! I—"

"Why didn't you tell me you were gay?!" Anita, finally able to make eye contact, blurted out. She looked back down and continued. "I'm sorry, Tammy. I didn't mean to make that sound so... mean. I don't care if your a... I mean if you're... it's... (sigh) look, I don't care if..."

"I'm gay," Tamara said. An instant later, she shut her eyes tight and silently admitted it to herself for the first time. This is not a phase. Last night was not an experiment. I loved it and I even made Anne like it, she thought. Tamara had always heard that in such moments as this, there was a certain feeling—like if a heavy weight was lifted from one's shoulders. But, the weight that lifted from her settled in her stomach, causing a wave of nausea. The feeling was both relieving and awful, but Tamara somehow knew that it would pass.

When Tamara opened her eyes, she saw that Anita was looking at her. Tamara's mind ran through what seemed like thousands of words and phrases, trying to do something to push the conversation along. Finally, she simply said, "I'm gay, Anne. I'm a lesbian. I hope... I mean, you won't... I hope you don't hate me and I hope this doesn't kill our friendship. I don't want you to move out and I don't want to leave, either. I guess I've been in denial about it all, or... I don't know. But that's what I am."

Anita's eyes drifted down again, and Tamara looked into her own mostly full cup of coffee. But, to Tamara's surprise, her friend reached across the table and lightly put her hand on top of Tamara's. Tamara looked up in time to see Anita breathe deeply.

"It's... OK, Tammy. Really." Anita looked up and continued. "I mean it. I don't hate you or anything. I'm not some homophobe. And no one has to move out just because you're gay. It's just... a surprise. I mean, we kissed that one time, but I thought that was the wine and had pretty much forgotten about it. But last night... I mean, I would never have done what I... uh, you know, well... I guess I kinda threw myself at you. If I'd known you were... you know..."

"I'm a lesbian. It's not a bad word, Anne," Tamara told her roommate, being careful not to turn her hand over and expose her friend to any more of this strange power she had used to her advantage the previous night. "That's just who I am."

"Tammy, look. I like living here with you, and I like you. Since we met, we've become really good friends and I don't want to lose that. Last night was..." Anita swallowed and steadied her voice. "Last night was like a... uhm, like a..."

Tamara smiled faintly. "Like a...?"

Blushing, the stammering roommate said, "It was like the sexiest dream I've ever had. You did things to me... you made... damn, girl, you made me feel things that I never thought... (sigh) Damn, girl. Last night was magical."

Tamara looked up, a hint of pride written on her face. But, she knew there was a caveat and she decided to head it off at the pass. "But...?"

Anita sighed, but this time she kept her eyes locked into Tamara's. "But... that's all it was. A night. Magical, yes... but it was just one night." Her hand held Tamara's firmly as she continued. "Tammy... I'll be honest. Last night was amazing—there's no other word for it. But I'm not gay. Things got out of hand... and I'm to blame, I guess. I got naked and handed an horny lesbian a bottle of oil and said, 'rub me until I feel good, and let's do it on my bed.' I don't blame you, never think that.

"I lo... I like you, Tammy. But I can't be more than a friend to you. You deserve more than what I can give you. You can get me off, and I guess I can get you off too—"

"I have no complaints. You did fine," Tamara interrupted. She smiled a little, but Anita's face was serious and Tamara's mood shifted back to match that of her friend's.

"Tammy, don't." Anita again drew a long breath to steady her voice. "I'm being serious. You're a great person, a wonderful woman and I like you. As a friend. But I can't be more than that to you. I can't give you the love that you want. And even though the... uh, sex... last night was great, I've been there with guys before, and it never lasts... and I don't talk to them anymore, Tammy. I don't want that to happen with you."

Tamara took another tiny sip of coffee and licked her lips. After a minute or two, she found her voice. "Anne, it's... it's fine. I know you're straight. I knew it last night, and I took..." She stopped in mid–thought. Stop! You can't tell her you knew what your hands and mouth would do to her!

"You didn't take advantage of me, if that's what you're thinking, Tammy."

"I think... OK, look, I did. I wanted you, Anne." Anne blushed but Tamara continued. "I've wanted you for a while now, ever since that night I kissed you. I can't help it, you're... Jesus, don't you know how hot you are?"

Anita nodded her head slightly in agreement, blushing at the compliment.

"Look, I didn't have to do what I did. And... to be honest, I wasn't sure until a few days... well, really, until yesterday."

"Uh–huh, sure." Anita said, a little sarcastically. After a minute or so of silence, she finally said what was on and behind both of their minds.

"So, Tammy, where do we go from here? I just want you to know that I don't have a problem with your... lifestyle? You know what I mean. But I'll be totally honest with you: I can't keep living with you if we can't put this behind us. Last night was great, but we can't do it again. Ever. I'm guessing we need to set some house rules, or something... like, for example, I'm not walking naked around the apartment anymore, if you don't mind."

Tamara laughed and got up, taking her coffee cup to the sink to pour it out. "Actually, I do mind that!" Anita snickered at that, but the moment levity was brief.

"Fair enough, I guess I kinda walked right into that. 'House rules' sounds dumb anyway. But I need you to promise that this won't be an issue between us again. Somehow, I doubt I'm going to try and seduce you. But I need to know—need to know, Tammy, no kidding around—I need to know that you aren't going to try to do anything with me again. You have to promise me.

"I'm not saying this was all your fault; it's in the past but I need to hear you say it. Tell me you're not going to treat me like anything but a friend. Promise."

"Anne... Anne, I'm so sorry...."

"Please, Tammy. Just promise me. I don't want to destroy a friendship over this. It was fun for a night, but you have to swear to me that last night was just a one–time thing."

Tamara felt a pang of loss, but it was tempered a little by her grim expectation of where she'd originally thought this conversation would end. Thankfully, Anita had not freaked out as Tamara worried she might. The morning after conversation was going better than she'd dared to hope.

After a minute or two of total silence, Tamara found her voice. "Anne, if you can live here with me, and if my... sexuality... really doesn't bother you, then I promise not to... I mean, I swear that I won't try anything with you again. I won't get handsy, I won't get kissy, I'll take the web cam in your bedroom out, I..."

Shocked, Anita looked at her friend... only to see her suppressing a smile. They both erupted into a round of genuine laughter that eased the earlier tension.

Tamara thought, Now that wasn't so bad. Doesn't make me want her less, though... but at least this is out there, on the table.

"Tammy, please. I'm being serious," Anita said when the laughter died. "I don't want to put it out there like an ultimatum, but—"

"Seriously," Tamara continued, "I won't push you to do this again, and I won't hit on you or... take advantage of you, if you're... you know... if you've had a little too much wine. I promise: no more sex with you. I was wrong to do it last night and I promise never to do try and seduce you again. I am so sorry... can you forgive me?"

Anne got up, empty cup in hand, and headed for the coffee pot. As she poured a fresh cup, she said, "It's OK, Tammy. Really. It happened, and now we move on. Oh, Jeff called while you were asleep. He says he has a couple projects you might be interested in. Something about a solo layout and one with somebody named Kristi, who he said you'd love. Know her?"

"Can't say I do. I guess she's new."

"Yeah, that's what Jeff said—she's brand new, a 'virgin.' His words. He insisted I use those words when I gave you the message. Weird, huh?"

Tamara heard Anita's words, but curiosity struck her. Why would he make sure I knew she was a virgin? Is she a virgin–virgin, or a topless photo layout virgin?

"Tammy?" Anita asked.

Tamara shook her head. "Uh... yeah. Sorry, just spaced a little. What were you saying?"

Anita shook her head and headed to the living room with her cup of coffee. "Just call Jeff. He said it will pay $5000, so it must be important."

"Yeah, OK, I'll call him as soon as I wake up," Tamara said. And for fifteen minutes, right up to the time she was actually dialing his number, she couldn't help but to think, What in the world does he want me to do in front of the camera for that kind of scratch?

*****

"That's weird... I've done hair and makeup a million times but I don't think I've ever seen this," Bobbi (the makeup girl on the set) said as she brushed Tamara's hair, noticing that with each pass, several blond hairs seemed to be getting picked up by the brush and carried off the brunette's head.

Tamara was a little surprised at the amount of work going into this shoot, but the bristling activity eased her concerns a little—as did her excitement. Soft–core, Tammy... it's just soft–core. Simulated. Fake. Artsy, she reminded herself. And as per usual, it's for overseas. Nobody I know is going to see it, and there's always deniability... it's not like I have any tattoos... oooh, yet! The thought of getting some ink curiously struck her as funny and she suddenly started giggling—much to the surprise of both her makeup artist and her "co–star."

"Something funny, T... uh, Tracey, was it?" Kristi said as a small scar near her inner thigh was airbrushed out of sight by another makeup girl.

"It's Tammy. And no, I just had a funny thought, that's all. It's gone now."

"Whatever, whatever. You don't seem very nervous, at any rate. Have you done this before? I mean, a layout with another woman?"

"Yeah. But, nothing like this. I've done some racy catalog stuff, and I've done stuff where I was hugging another girl, but not this... what did Jeff call it...?"

Kristi, mocking Jeff's matter–of–fact tone, said, "It's just a softcore, simulated lesbian layout. There will be some intimate touching and body licking and/or kissing, but no penetration and you won't have to lick the other girl's vagina. The magazine this will appear in is a Belgian men's magazine. Just go as far with Tamara as you're comfortable—"

By the time Kristi got that far, Tamara was laughing so hard at her impression of John that Kristi stopped talking and started laughing herself.

"That was hilarious, Kristi. But, let me ask you: have you ever worked with Jeff before?"

"No. I'm new around here—hell, I'm really only here so I can bum off my aunt and uncle and save enough money to finish my degree. It's cheaper than going to a university somewhere on the coast. I've done tons of nude layouts before... and a few softcore ones with guys, you know, the whole non–penetration thing... so this shouldn't be that tough. How do I look?"

Kristi was standing away from her makeup artist, and Tamara had to admit she looked like a sex goddess. Perfect makeup, hair, body, tits... everything. If Tamara had been bold enough after her encounter with Anita to find a steady girlfriend—or, at least, a lover—she may have decided to resist the urge to use her now proven abilities to publicly seduce the sexpot standing in front of her. But it'd been quite some time since that night with Anita, which was the last time she'd really had any sex.

It's going to be Valentine's day in a couple of weeks or so, Tamara thought as she absently commented on her prey's appearance. I think I deserve an early present for being so good and not doing anything to Anne.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... c'mon, quit just gawking and tell me what you think. Do I look hot?"

"Well," Tamara said, looking a little too long at the girl's red pubic hair, "the curtains match the carpet, which is nice. I see nothing wrong with how you look—you're perfect."

"Oh, that's just the makeup. Seriously, do I look OK?" Kristi asked, turning and moving, quickly trying on different seductive poses and facial gestures.

Tamara reached out and tweaked her left nipple. A sharp gasp escaped Kristi's lips and her knees bent noticeably as Tamara casually said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine. You're in good hands." With that, Tamara got up from her stool and walked out, leaving a suddenly incredibly horny model behind her.

"This is going to be soooo fun," Tamara whispered to herself as she made her way to the main set.

"What's going to be fun?" Jeff asked from behind her, startling her.

Tamara made a brief motion to cover herself (she was naked and on her way to see what she'd be wearing for the first part of the shoot), but dropped her arms to her side. "I guess you've seen me naked before... anyway, I was just saying that this shoot is going to be especially fun. I don't think the new girl has never done one of these with another girl before, and I think that..." Tamara stopped, smiling as if she knew something that Jeff didn't. "Let's just say I think she'll be... inspired... to go further than she's gone before in a shoot."

"Well," Jeff said, walking up to Tamara, "that's fine. I'll just make sure the photographer knows it might go hardcore. That's cool. It lets us sell the pictures to a hardcore magazine overseas. It's just a shame you don't do anything for the American market."

"Hey, you've never asked! Besides, I don't know about that. This is a great way to get some cash, but if people I knew found out I did these nude layouts, I'd... hey, eyes up here, Mister!"

"Sorry. It's just you've changed since last time I saw you." Jeff was smiling at a joke only he seemed to know. "You're hair has only a few highlights in it, and it looks shorter. And darker—heck, it's almost black in some spots. And your breasts... did you get implants?"

Tamara looked down at her chest. "Oh, these? Yeah, they're bigger than last time. I've heard of late bloomers, but this is ridiculous. Not that I'm complaining... hey, wait... what are you—" Tamara's words cut off when Jeff wiggled the finger he'd slipped inside her pussy.

"Don't worry. This is more for the women in your life than for you. Just forget about this, OK?" With that said, Jeff removed his finger.

Tamara shook her head and said, "Um, what were you saying? Oh yeah. Yeah, my hair's been getting darker. It's weird. But my chest is all natural. I think they're still growing a little—I just hope they stop before I get too big. I'd look ridiculous with a pair of double–D's."

"OK. Single D's it is. Good luck, and have fun today, Tamara." Jeff then left to do some paperwork in a far corner of the studio. The first part of Jeff's parting comment slid from Tamara's memory as easily as his finger had slid from her vagina.

Tamara shook her head again as Jeff walked away. Looking around, she saw Kristi emerge from the makeup area. Tamara waved at her, smiling and knowing that Kristi was about to have a lot more fun than she probably knew would be possible in front of a photographer. Soon, the girls were dressed in some skimpy, easy–access lingerie... and then the shoot began. They didn't even notice the clicking of the camera after the first half–hour.

Kristi seemed to be very used to these kinds of shoots. She would look at the camera at just the right time, and at any moment, she could conjure up a face that could melt any man or woman into a molten puddle of arousal. Tamara noticed that unlike the other models she'd worked with, there was nothing seemingly magical about Kristi's hands. And, because Kristi was something of a professional, she was touching Tamara very carefully—she wouldn't let her fingers or mouth linger on any of Tamara's favorite body parts.

In fact, the only time Kristi's detached, professional demeanor cracked was when Tamara did the touching, kissing, or licking. Her tongue never touched Kristi's nether region, and her fingers didn't spend much time there either—it was softcore, after all—but Kristi was clearly having trouble holding herself together after an hour of such posing. With each caress, each playful spanking, each lick, and each kiss, Kristi's nervous expresions began to betray what Tamara interpreted to be a growing desire for the shoot to take a more playful, and explicit, turn.

During a short break early in the shoot, Tamara went back to the makeup area for some privacy. Kristi sat in a folding chair just off the set, drinking a bottle of water. Without physical contact, the highly erotic sensations Tamara had been causing Kristi to experience began to fade, or so Tamara thought as she watched her from across the large, open room. Her breathing was certainly smoother—and noticing this made Tamara chuckle to herself.

Tamara started to scheme in her head. Heh. Yeah, I've been having too much fun here. She's just sooo hot... I haven't gotten any since that night with Anne... hmmmmmmm, I wonder if I can get this little party into high gear... I just have to pick my moment, whisper in her ear, maybe bite her earlobe—the photographer will love that—yeah, and then 'accidentally' let my finger find her tight, little cunt....

Turning a little and hiding what she was doing as much as possible, Tamara slid a finger into her pussy. The familiar bolts of pleasure hit her like they always did, and in just a few seconds she'd managed to get herself off. But once was never enough, so she continued to play with her sex, occasionally rubbing her clit before plunging her finger back into her slit. When she came the second time (after a slow, careful work–up), she noticed something odd.

Kristi had shifted her position. She was now sitting forward a little, and rubbing her thighs together. A light blush spread over her chest and face, and her breathing got deeper. As Tamara kept playing with herself, she saw that Kristi was apparently trying to both clamp her legs together while at the same time rub them in such a way to put a little friction on her pussy.

The sight of her squirming in her seat was more than Tamara could bear. The added thrill of knowing that she could make Kristi hers right there in the studio sent her fingers into overdrive, and they brought her off a third time. She was just barely able to conceal the grunt. Then, the photographer announced that he was ready for another round of shots, so Tamara quickly cleaned up and sashayed onto the set.

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