by Rebecca Foxx
What most intrigued her about her sexual encounters with the brown skin Indian girl was the wonderful contrast in skin tones. Brown flesh and pale flesh brought together in a loving embrace.
They’d been hooking up regularly for the past several weeks but Tammy could feel herself beginning to get bored with the young girl who seemed more than willing to fulfill her every wish and command. She yearned for a challenge—a girl who would really make things difficult for her.
Thinking about Victoria’s mouth licking up and down and around her wet, swollen pussy made Tammy squirm in her seat.
She needed to touch herself but that wasn’t all. She also wanted to taste herself. Doing something like this in private was definitely kinky. Doing it in public would be absolutely crazy.
She had on a long flowing gypsy skirt. It wouldn’t be that hard to hike it up and slide a finger or two into her wet pussy.
Her eyes swiveled around the café. The place slowly filled up and became louder and louder as the crowds from the street festival spilled through the door. Most people would have abandoned this crazy idea upon noticing that more and more people were coming into the café.
But Tammy didn’t give a fuck about that. Actually the increased risk of getting caught only intensified the pleasure as she performed the delicate task of getting the skirt into place.
The smell of fresh coffee brewing tickled her nostrils. There were so many people in the café. For a minute, she feared that she might have made the wrong decision coming out here. But then a group of young girls three of them all of them wearing very short skirts that revealed wonderfully fleshy thighs sauntered into the café laughing, giggling without a care in the world.
A feeling of intense lust and primal desire shot through Tammy's body. What a hot-blooded bitch! Just a few hours after realizing that her hypersexual nature had put her career in serious jeopardy and she seemed to have learned.
Nothing, nothing at all. She'd come to the café to get out of her apartment and focus, not go chasing after the young new flesh out on display on a Thursday night in downtown Riverside.
But she wasn't the kind of woman who was able to control her sexual desires. She never had been and it was unlikely that she would ever change.
The place was packed but there were still tables available on the main floor. On fire with desire, Tammy scanned her eyes across the room. For a moment, she felt emptiness in her stomach. They were gone. The three giggly, exposed girls were gone.
"Shit," she said under her breath, clenching her teeth.
Chapter 3
Tammy knew that she would have to deal with Jenkins sooner or later. There was no question about that. But tonight, a Thursday night in downtown Riverside, she had other things on her mind, in particular that young sexy tattooed girl who batted her lashes and switch her hips, knowing full well that Tammy’s eyes were locked on her.
Tammy licked her lips, closed her eyes and moaned, visualizing how wild things would get if they spent an hour or two alone in her office.
She was also intrigued by the idea of some group fun, bringing together two or three girls. Goddamn, I must be the craziest, horniest bitch in the entire city of Riverside, she said to herself, smiling with satisfaction.
She was so goddamn wet. Her aching, swollen pussy lips hungered to feel that soft, young tongue lapping up against them, licking and stroking, tonguing, from side to side.
Tammy kept her eyes closed and slipped one hand into her panties. Her breathing became heavier and heavier. Her chest heaved up and down.
"Everything okay?" a voice said.
Tammy froze and her face flushed red. She’d been caught, one hand buried in her panties, stroking and strumming her swollen, aching pussy. The girl, the one that she’d been fantasizing about, was standing right in front her, looking down at her with a sexy devilish grin.
Tammy trembled with nervousness and slowly raised her eyes. There was something so confident even a little bit brash and arrogant, in the way the young sexy, tattooed girl continued to stare at her. What the hell does she want? Tammy wondered.
"Would you mind if I sat down with you?" The girl asked.
Tammy swallowed hard. Once again she'd managed to get herself into trouble. Her pussy, no matter what time of day or where she was, always seemed to be on fire with lust. It didn't help any that she always found herself around attractive, young women.
"Are you gonna ask me to sit down or are you just gonna make me stand here?" the girl asked, cocking her head to the side, eyes mocking the flustered older woman.
This young girl, whoever the hell she was, seemed determined to take things to the next level.
"Please sit down," Tammy said, barely able to get the words out of her mouth. She took a sip of the coffee a little bit too quickly and the hot liquid burned her tongue.
If she was at home she would have spit out the coffee but instead, she swallowed with a pained expression on her face. She heard the chair scraping up against the wooden floor and looked up.
The young girl, swaying her hips, thighs on display in her sexy cut off shorts, was walking towards the coffee bar. Tammy felt her face turning red with shame.
Her one chance with that young nubile girl and she'd blown it, nervously sipping her coffee and scalding the inside of her mouth. It was embarrassing for her as an older woman not to be able to keep her cool.
“Thought you might need this," the girl said, placing a small glass of water in front of Tammy. The girl sat down with a warm smile and crossed her legs, flipping the hair out of her face.
She was a total punk rock chick—half of her head shaved, the other half long and wild, tattoos covering one of her arms and onto her hand And there was a big tattoo sneaking out from under her cut off shorts.
This one has a lot more edge than the others, Tammy said to herself. Yes, it would be possible to take this girl home with her tonight.
There was definitely a strong energy building between them. Tammy didn't know what to say. She smoothed a lock of brown hair behind her ear, then adjusted her glasses, struggling to make eye contact.
If she'd had this girl in her office or one of her classes, she would've known exactly what to do, what to say, how to make it clear that she wanted nothing more than to have those pale fleshy thighs wrapped around her head as she licked and licked and licked at the young, sweet, wet pussy.
She had a feeling that this girl, with all her tattoos and attitude, wouldn't have any problem playing that sort of dirty game.
"Do you usually come to crowded, busy places to do work?” the girl asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Tammy smiled back, more than willing to play the game and carry the flirtation through until it took them both where they wanted to go.
"I guess this wasn't the best night to come here," Tammy answered.
"But I see you haven't left,” the girl said.
"Why would I leave?" Tammy asked.
"I guess you wouldn't," the girl said. "Not if you're here to leer at young girls."
Tammy swallowed hard once again. She could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead, her legs trembling beneath her, her stomach queasy with nervousness. Who the fuck was this girl?
"Come on, Professor, don't tell me that the cat has your tongue," the girl said, before giggling. She covered her mouth and lowered her eyes.
Tammy felt completely flustered and knocked off balance. She had the clear feeling that this young girl was mocking her, laughing directly in her face. There's no way that she was going to take that.
She was a professor, Goddamnit. She didn't have any problem putting spunky young girls like this in check. Actually it was proving so far to be her favorite part of the job.
“Have I had you in one of my classes?” Tammy asked, sensing that she might have encountered this deliciously sexy girl before but unable to figure out where.
The young woman closed her lips around a long orange straw. While she sucked the liquid up into her mouth, s
he kept her eyes fixed on Tammy the entire time.
"You have quite a reputation around campus," the girl said.
Tammy did her best to play cool. She wasn't going to let this girl win. She wasn't going to let her know that she was making her sexually excited and very uncomfortable at the same time. Emotions swirled in Tammy's head.
But above and beyond any sense of caution that she felt, any fear or anxiety, an intense desire burned deep within her.
"So apparently you know me from somewhere. But I guess you're not gonna tell me," Tammy said trying to regain the upper hand in the discussion.
“No, I don’t think you’re my type, professor," the girl said.
After a moment of silence tension, the girl rose from her seat with an alluring smile playing on her lips.
Instinctively, Tammy reached out for the girls wrists. "Where you going? I thought they were just getting to know each other," Tammy said.
“Sorry but I'm here for the clothing swap party downstairs. Maybe I'll see you there.”
“But wait. What do you mean I'm not your type?" Tammy asked, both stung and confused by the girl’s words.
The girl sighed and took a moment before answering. “I’ve heard you like young, inexperienced, naïve, first timers. Isn't that right?”
Chapter 3
When Tammy got to the downstairs section of the café, her eyes immediately began scouring the room, searching for the tattooed, punk rocker girl who sat down across from her and then began teasing and flirting with her, before disappearing into the crowd.
She was hungry to see her pale, artistically, inked flesh. She'd never had sex with a woman with a tattoo before--except for the a couple of unimpressive ankles ones--but she'd always been really turned on by them.
She remembered going to an erotic festival several years ago with a former lover who had long since slipped out of her life. It was a two-day event at a four-star hotel in San Francisco. It was expensive as hell.
They'd had the save up for months in order to attend the much-anticipated event. It was certainly worth it. There was no doubt about that. It turned out to be an experience that neither one of them would ever forget, an experience that would bring them much closer together, and get them to even start thinking about marriage and a family.
Two women starting a family? At the time, it seemed like the perfect next step but when she looked back on it several years later, she realized that she was simply not being honest with herself. the only reason that she had begun talking about marriage and a family was because that's what her partner wanted. And Tammy would have done anything to hold onto that relationship.
Tammy's favorite event of the evening was one of nude wrestling, one of his last events of the evening and one of those that people talked about all day. She smiled and her body tingled with pleasure as her mind drifted back to that night.
All of the couples that got into the ring, men and women, were entertaining when they'd been greased up, stripped down to one slim piece of cloth, and told to roll around in a slippery ring for three minutes. It was a ridiculous event, one that elicited many hoots and howls from the audience.
Tammy remembered that she got particularly vocal when two girls, both of their bodies, their very young, supple, 20 something-year-old bodies, covered in beautiful and decorative tattoos stepped into the ring, and rolled around, then pulled, scratched and clawed.
It seemed like their flesh and the designs were blending into each other, contracting, contorting, becoming some incredible 3-D sensual, imagistic, mishmash erotic public art piece.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tammy noticed the girl that she bumped into as she gotten up from the table. She could have sworn that the girl quickly looked away when Tammy turned her head towards her.
Well, that's interesting, she said to herself. Very interesting indeed.
She moved leisurely around the basement are where about 12 girls were exchanging clothes, laughing, giggling, telling stories, drinking from steaming cups of coffee, and munching on different pastries.
Tammy hadn't brought any close to exchange, but that wasn't going to stop her from approaching the shy, cute girl who was definitely keeping an eye on her. The other girl, the tattoo punk rocker, who she had originally come down here to meet had apparently left.
No big deal, Tammy told herself. This one over here, the shy one, who can barely keep eye contact but who keeps trying to sneak a lusty peak, who definitely has never experienced the touch of a mature woman, she will be more than enough of a challenge for the evening.
Tammy's predatory instincts began to rise within her. She could feel her body, her mind, her spirit, being taken over by a primal lost. When she got like this she could be an insatiable bitch, hungrily licking, sucking, and biting.
She imagined fucking the shit out of that young girl Maybe she would do it with her big blue dildo, or maybe they would just scissor or trib. Either way, Tammy would make sure to be on top and in control.
She would get on top of the young girl, press their pussies together, and wildly, primarily begin rubbing them together like animals, thrusting her hips forward and backward forward and backward. She would make sure to fuck her better than any boy had ever done in her life.
One look at that shy girl and Tammy could tell that no boy, let alone a man, had ever blown her mind.
She would get down on her knees and begin kissing her way up towards her pussy, sniffing the animal scent oozing from her wet, swollen, aching vagina. After she'd licked the young girl's labia from side to side and up and down, she would let her mouth rest on the bulbous clit head, clamping her mouth down on it and sucking at it hungrily, slowly but surely to taken to- th8e girl to the edge of pleasure, the ultimate release, most ecstatic orgasmic experience of her entire fucking life and while she was licking and sucking, and completely controlling the young girl's body, she would slip a wet saliva slicked f9nnfer into her asshole. That would be sure to drive her completely wild.
Tammy couldn't hold back any longer. She was tired of trying to play it cool, and calm, tired of trying to find just the right angle to approach the young girl from, so she wouldn't scare her off, but also she didn't want to be subtle.
The naïve girl might not be able to pick up on the most obvious signs. She might have to spell things out for her. Well then, so be it. Once I'm done with her she’ll know plenty about the world, Tammy said to herself.
"Do they do this often down here?" Tammy asked.
The young girl was holding a dress up to her waist and turning from side to side, trying to figure out whether or not it worked for her curvy figure. She might not have heard the question. Or maybe she did but she was too nervous to respond. Whatever the case, Tammy knew that she would have to remain persistent.
"Anyway, that looks really fucking good on you," She said.
The girl stopped turning from side to side and her face flushed red. This time, it was clear that she heard Tammy's words.
"Excuse me?" She said, timidly, brushing a lock of brown hair behind her ear and struggling to raise her eyes to meet the older woman's.
"I'm sorry," Tammy said. "Sometimes I just think out loud."
"Do you really think this looks good to me?" The girl said. "You don't think I'm...I don't know... too big for it?"
"Big?" Tammy said with a smirk on her face, taking a step back, looking the girl up and down, licking her lips with satisfaction, and letting her eyes rest on the girl's full breasts.
She came forward, arms outstretched, and squeezed both of the breasts, lifting them up, jiggling them a little bit, and smiling the whole time.
Tammy introduced herself, then she said, "I would love to see you try on more clothes... but in a more private setting."
The young girl blushed again, smiled nervously and then nodded her head submissively. Tammy smiled with the satisfaction of a conqueror. She couldn't wait to play with this young girl. She knew that they would have lots and lots of fun together.
Chapter 4
Tammy paced around her apartment, nervously awaiting the arrival of the young girl. She wanted everything to be absolutely perfect when the girl arrived. She dimmed the lights, put on some alternative rock and laid out a few candles on the dinner table.
Maybe she was overdoing it, she thought. Yes, she was definitely overdoing it. In a panic, she blew out the candles, turned off the mood music, and put the lights all the way on. She took a deep breath and sat down the on couch. She could feel her pussy calling out for the girl.
She hadn't even bothered to ask whether or not the girl, whose name was Lisa, was a student at UC Riverside. Of course, that would be a big deal. A life-and-death kind of big deal. Tammy had already gotten caught, having sex with one of her students in her office, by one of her colleagues.
