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Just Gals Being Pals	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 89 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Just Gals Being Pals
- 1
Just Gals Being Pals
-additional warnings: Minor2 (discussed), Abuse (discussed)

Tabby waited in the airport pickup line, standing beside her beat-up Camry. In one hand, she held a sign, the name “Amara” in large, red, hand-drawn letters. With the other, she took the last drag of her cigarette before flicking it away.
At least this August heat will suit her, she thought regarding her closest friend.
Among the throng of travelers, Tabby spotted a short young woman with warm brown skin and a regal bearing. Her round white hat matched her pants, combining with her flowy red top to give a tropical vibe – fitting, since she was returning from visiting her home, a Caribbean island off the coast of Brazil called Nova Roma. Amara had explained its exact relationship to Brazil to Tabby more than once, but (or because) she could never remember the details. A bright blue duffel hung from her shoulder on its white strap.
Amara flashed a smile, but Tabby knew her friend well enough to know her genuine ones from the ones she sometimes felt compelled to don for other people. “Burden of royalty,” she’d called it. Tabby hated that she had to do that kind of thing, even occasionally,
“You know you don’t have to pretend around me,” Tabby reminded her as she got closer.
Amara’s smile faded, but somehow it felt truer, tinged with more than a little weariness. “Force of habit, Tábi,” she replied with a tired sigh, her accent more notable than usual, either due to fatigue or having spent the summer months not speaking English. “Burden of –”
“– ‘of royalty,’ I know, I know.” She opened the door for her friend to put her bag in the back seat, along with the sign. “I thought I travel light. Where’s the rest of your stuff?”
Amara shot her a confused look but didn’t otherwise reply.
“You left for two months and only took one bag?” Tabby prompted.
Still wearing her puzzled look, Amara answered, “I went home to visit my family. Why would I need many bags?” After a beat, she laughed a tired laugh. “Ah. My parents prepared for my visit by purchasing clothes for me to wear. I only packed a few of my favorite things from here.”
Tabby snorted and opened the passenger door for her friend. “Of course. I keep forgetting your folks can just buy a bunch of shit all at once.” Once Amara sat, Tabby took the driver’s seat.
“Do you want me to ask them to ‘buy a bunch of sheet’ for you too?” Amara asked softly.
From anyone else, Tabby would’ve taken it as sarcasm and gotten pissed off. Even with the touch of sarcasm in the echoed phrase, though, she knew Amara was sincere. “Nah, I don’t want your parents’ money,” she grumbled as she turned on the car. “I just wish my own dad wasn’t such a useless deadbeat. Not that it matters anyway, now that I’m eighteen.”
Amara hummed. “Sorry I missed your anniversary. We had to cut the ribbon at a new rum distillery.”
Tabby navigated through the airport for a bit, seeking the exit that would lead to the highway. “I missed your birthday too, so we’re even,” she replied as she pulled into traffic; she knew Amara had used “anniversary” for “birthday.” She glanced over. “Get anything fun for your birthday? But I swear, if you say ‘a pony’…”
Amara giggled. “No, no, of course not! A whole horse farm!”
Tabby chuckled, not entirely bitterly. “I wish I could tell if you were kidding.”
They drove on for a bit. Tabby couldn’t help but grin each time she changed lanes and elicited a sharp intake of breath from her passenger. Amara had never made any secret of her discomfort with Tabby’s driving, which (in the Latina’s estimation) flirted with disaster.
“Please slow down, Tábi,” Amara pled. "I’m still… hmm…queasy? From the flight.”
Kicking herself, Tabby complied. “Right, shit, sorry. I forgot you always feel weird when you’re away from the ground for long stretches.” She shot a glance over to her friend. “Did you know Lance has the same thing?”
“No, but I didn’t move in with the Brotherhood for months,” replied Amara.
That had long been a sore spot between them. The reasons had made perfect sense to Tabby at the time, but she’d been too focused on her own problems to consider how Amara might feel. “How many times do I apologize for that?” Tabby grumbled.
“I will let you know,” answered Amara, but at least Tabby heard a smile in her voice.

XXX

A few hours later, they pulled into the garage at 1407 Greymalkin Lane. Not that the Institute was that far from the airport – the traffic had been simply horrendous. Of course, driving more carefully for Amara’s sake had also extended the trip, but Tabby would never mention that. Evening had fallen, so their entrance was met with a few brief “welcome backs” from the Professor, Ms. Munro, and Dr. McCoy.
“Where is everyone?” asked Amara, looking around and looking a little hurt.
“Danger Room sesh with the Wolverine,” answered Tabby with a shudder. “Thanks for getting me out of it, by the way.”
Amara giggled. “If you have to make up later, I will come too, to repay you.”
Tabby waved off the offer. “Don’t worry about it.” She unlocked the door to their shared room. “Welcome home, babe. Your other home.”
Amara tossed her satchel onto the floor beside her bed and flopped onto her back on the mattress. She unfastened her sandals and dropped them beside the bed. “This bed is so much more comfortable than the airplane seat,” she sighed as she stretched, toes splaying.
“Puh-leaze. Don’t they have, like, recliners in first class?” groused Tabby as she sat on her own bed. “Or the private jet?”
Amara’s head lolled to the side, a cheeky grin on her face. “Private jet. But a bed is always better!”
Tabby shook her head as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. With some deft maneuvering and less-deft wriggling, she slipped the undergarment off without taking off her The Donnas t-shirt. A sigh of relief escaped her, followed by a purred “Best part of the day.”
Amara sighed. “I’ve never gotten the hang of that. I envy you that, Tábi.”
The blonde leaned back on her elbows. “It’s a skill I’ve honed to prepare for my career.”
The Latina sat up, her dark eyes shining with sincere curiosity.
“I’m gonna be a stripper.”
Amara frowned. “Not funny, Tábi. You don’t have to do that. If you really want to, certo, but…” She folded her hands together on her lap as she trailed off.
With a shrug, Tabby pressed: “What else am I gonna do? Work retail? Or worse, food service?”
Amara’s frown deepened. “You don’t think you have more to offer than to show your body?”
Tabby grinned and struck a pose. “I’ve got a bangin’ body, babe. Gonna make a killing.” On a whim – as had always been her way – she shot to her feet and started singing “Pink Pony Club.” She even tugged her shirt upwards, enough to show a peek of underboob.
Suddenly, Amara laughed. “O, you’re joking! Maybe you can tell jokes for a career!”
Tabby froze and dropped the hem of her shirt. “A comedian? Really?”
Amara stood and nodded, her megawatt smile back on her lips. “Senhorita Boom, live, in person!”
Chuckling and shaking her head, Tabby wrapped her friend and roommate into a hug. “You’re sweet. I missed you, princess. I’mma step out on the balcony for a smoke, ‘kay?”
Wrinkling her nose, Amara pulled away. “I wish you would throw those away,” she scolded with a playful lilt that belied that she meant it.
Tabby’s nicotine habit had long been another point of contention between them. Or an outgrowth of the Brotherhood one, perhaps? They’d never really hashed it out.
“No way. Got a light, babe?” she asked with a cheeky grin.
“No way,” echoed the Latina, giving her a playful push.

XXX

By the time Tabby finished her cigarette and returned inside, the sound of water running through the pipes in the wall indicated that Amara had gotten into the shower in the adjoining bathroom, which they shared with Jubilee next door. While she smoked, she realized that hugging Amara earlier had felt subtly different, and she had an inkling about why. She padded over to the closet, intent on confirming her hypothesis. Opening the door, she spotted the garment she sought atop the rest of outfit in their shared laundry basket.
Early on, they’d decided the closet didn’t have enough room for both of them to have separate receptacles. As a result, they’d handled each other’s clothing, including underwear, so often as to be routine, and they consequently knew each other’s styles inside and out. For example, Amara wore warm colors almost exclusively, with a few exceptional pieces in bright blue, as well as some white garments (like today’s pants) that accentuated her dark skin.
She also preferred her underwear as minimal as possible. Tabby had playfully dubbed her friend’s thongs “butt floss,” but she couldn’t pretend the Latina’s luscious rear would look better with more fabric covering it. Amara also tended towards strapless bras with a little padding for her modest, yet perky, bust.
The bra Tabby now held, however, didn’t fit that aesthetic. Plain, unornamented white, the garment had broad straps and an equally broad band, wide enough for three hooks instead of the usual two. As for the cups, the blonde couldn’t remember ever seeing any this size in any store, and they sure as hell didn’t need any padding. Examining the tag didn’t help – besides the numerals, everything was in Portuguese, which Tabby didn’t understand.
On a whim, Tabby peeled off her shirt. She hooked the band together just above her navel, spun the bra around to get the cups in front, and pulled the whole garment upward, slipping her arms through the straps. Tabby fluctuated between sizes based on her diet and proximity to her period, but she could tell she wouldn’t fill these even at her largest. With a huff of disbelief, she unfastened the garment, returned it to the laundry basket, and pulled her shirt back on.
A moment later, the water shut off, only to be replaced by the sound of Amara’s blow-dryer. Tabby reclined on her bed, struggling to be patient (which had never been her strong suit). When her roommate emerged clad only in a bright blue towel, her brown skin aglow with a subtle subcutaneous warmth, Tabby found herself temporarily mute.
“Something wrong?” Amara asked with a puzzled smile.
“When were you gonna tell me?”
“About…?”
Tabby paused to select which term to use, since her friend had a notoriously shaky grasp of American slang. Ultimately, she decided against using words. Instead, she squeezed her own breasts through her shirt, twice, adding a honking sound each time for comic effect.
The Latina emitted a nervous laugh. “O… you noticed…”
“When we hugged earlier,” confirmed the blonde. “I felt ‘em against my stomach. I checked out your bra in the hamper to be sure.”
“Tábi! You’re shameless!” Amara protested.
“Damn right,” Tabby agreed with a wicked grin. “So, did you get work done over the summer?”
Amara’s only reply came in the form of a knitted brow.
“Y’know, a boob job?”
“A princess does not work a job,” sniffed Amara. “Besides, you were saying earlier that you wanted the job about your boobs.”
It took the blonde awhile, much longer than she’d have liked to admit, to follow what her roommate was thinking. “I’m asking if you got implants, ya goober.”
After a beat, Amara laughed sheepishly and shook her head. “No, no, they just… grew over the summer.”
“Lucky you,” Tabby snorted. “You already have the consensus best ass around here. It’s completely unfair if you’ve got a great rack too.”
Amara rolled her eyes. “I didn’t change on purpose.”
Tabby snorted again and sat up. “Yeah, yeah. Can I see ‘em?”
She was joking (mostly). Tabby made the suggestion almost purely to get a reaction. She knew her roommate was practically innocent, never having gone a date or kissed anyone.
Amara’s reaction didn’t disappoint. Her dark eyes widened, and her mouth worked wordlessly.
The blonde grinned her mischievous grin and waved dismissively. “Kidding, princess. Why don’t I head down to the kitchen while you get dressed to make dinner?”
The Latina visibly relaxed, and she flashed Tabby a relieved smile. “I’d like that.”

XXX

While making dinner,Tabby reflected that she, on the other hand, couldn’t remember a time she’d been “innocent.” Growing up with parents whose love for each other (if they’d ever even been in love) had long since curdled into resentment combined with poverty to paint most of her childhood with hues of angry arguments between her parents and cold indifference towards their child. They always had a roof over their heads (barely) and enough food on the table (barely), but otherwise she might as well not have had parents at all.
Thus, when a guy named Dustin had started hanging around and flirting with her, Tabby had herself a boyfriend. She’d just turned fourteen; he was old enough to buy cigarettes and booze, and this is when she developed her nicotine habit. He also knew how to procure weed – and, she found out later, other substances. Once she learned that, she understood why her parents allowed them to date, as well as why/how they always had money problems.
Her father had pressured her to keep Dustin happy, and she obliged. They fooled around often, so she knew she was in good hands when she decided to take the plunge. In hindsight, she admired Dustin’s restraint in waiting until her fifteenth birthday to fuck her. To his credit, he always wore a condom and always got her off.
When her powers developed, her father began pressuring her to use them to help him steal, which she also did to try to earn his love. When Tabby found out he was using her just to buy more drugs, she moved in with Dustin. That went over like a lead balloon – suddenly her parents cared a whole lot about her well-being. After a dust-up with Dustin, her dad wound up in jail.
A few months later, the Professor offered a different way out. She jumped at the chance, and she hadn’t seen or heard from Dustin since.
Going from a lack of structure and discipline at home to the highly-structured life of the Institute proved a difficult transition, to say the least. On top of that, her dad showed up again and manipulated her into using her powers to steal again, this time from a school fundraiser. Feeling like she’d screwed the proverbial pooch at the Institute, she left from the Brotherhood, where she remained for almost a year, until the Scarlet Witch showed up. Tabby didn’t want any of that smoke, so she bounced back to live with her mom again, who finally managed to get clean without her dad around.
Although her time with the Brotherhood had been brief, it had been memorable. She attended her first school dance, a Sadie Hawkins dance where she took Toad and Blob as her dates. She had a soft spot for those two, the two biggest “losers” of the Brotherhood, and didn’t want them to be the only ones without dates.
After the dance, Tabby offered to fuck both of them. It was a pity-fuck, of course (not that she actually told them that), but she pitched it as bragging rights: they could say they got laid before Lance, Pietro, or any of the “X-Dorks.” They’d go separately, of course – even she wasn’t wild enough to try a threesome with two virgins.
Naturally, they eagerly accepted.
For the evening, Toad had managed to clean up half-decently, including brushing his teeth and wearing cologne. He sweetly offered to eat Tabby out, but she declined, fearing having his tongue get stuck to her sensitive bits. She barely felt his needle dick when he got inside, and he only lasted about five thrusts, even with a condom. The way he cried afterward could’ve been pathetic, but Tabby had found it oddly endearing.
When Blob proved too girthy for a condom, he’d glumly (yet gallantly) told her it was okay if she just wanted to give him a handjob. Instead, Tabby had opted to straddle his lap and ride bareback. Controlling the tempo, she managed to cum three or four times, climbing off just in time to get splattered from tits to hips.
Both of them had treated her with such gentleness throughout that Tabby didn’t feel used or gross, even completely covered in semen. Their treatment served as a stark contrast to how she felt after she hooked up with Dustin. It made her reconsider a lot of things, including, ultimately, after the whole Apocalypse ordeal, rejoining the Institute.
Amara knew about her home life, but Tabby decided to keep her experiences with Todd (Toad) and Fred (Blob) to herself.

XXX

While they ate the salads Tabby made, Amara showed pictures from her phone. Nova Roma looked like a mix of the Caribbean and the Mediterranean – or, at least, pictures of those places that Tabby had seen. Based on the photos with various family members, Amara strongly resembled her mother, the Infanta (Crown Princess), and thus would likely remain a head-turning beauty into middle age.
Tabby nearly choked on a crouton upon seeing her friend in a selfie wearing a lemon-yellow swimsuit that seemed to be one good sneeze away from flying off. The bikini consisted of three triangles of fabric, several feet of string, and a wish and a prayer. Abundant cleavage practically spilled out of the top.
Amara gave her friend a cheeky smile. “You said you wanted to see,” she teased.
Tabby swallowed her mouthful of food and nodded. “Actually, I was hoping you’d just drop the towel.”
Amara’s smile faded a bit. “But then you see everything, not just…” She gestured at her bust.
With a faux-innocent grin, Tabby hummed and shrugged.
“Tábi!” Amara gasped. “You’re too much!”
“That wasn’t a ‘no,’” purred Tabby as she leaned closer. Amara’s dark eyes held a lot of uncertainty, however, so Tabby backed off. Changing the subject somewhat, she commented, “That bikini’s pretty daring. I didn’t think you owned anything so skimpy.”
The Latina shrugged. “That’s the style in Nova Roma.”
Before Tabby could follow up on that, they heard voices down the hall. “Sounds like the others got out of the Danger Room. Wanna say hi to everyone?”
Amara sighed and shook her head. “No, I don’t think I have the energy to talk to everyone right now.” She stood. “I will let them welcome me back in the morning.”
Tabby stood too, adding a curtsy for laughs. “Yes, Your Highness.”
With that, they slipped out of the kitchen/dining room and returned to their room upstairs. Amara stepped into the bathroom to change into her nightgown, while Tabby simply shucked her jeans and socks. The blonde wanted to ditch her shirt, too, but she typically waited until she was safely ensconced in the blanket’s warmth for that.
Amara soon emerged in her sleepwear, a mango-colored nightgown which accentuated the warm tones of her skin. The neckline dipped quite low, displaying the Latina’s newly-improved assets to a breathtaking degree. The lower hemline hovered just above mid-thigh, just high enough to tantalize.
“Damn,” Tabby whispered from her seat on her bed, fighting her hardest not to stare, and failing miserably.
Her roommate sat on the edge of her own bed, a strange expression on her face. Before Tabby could ask, Amara smiled shyly. “I was thinking about what you wanted. I… would be willing to… to trade.”
“You show me yours, and I show you mine?” asked the blonde, her mouth suddenly dry. Amara nodded confirmation, and Tabby wasted no time whipping her shirt off. Since she hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on before dinner, she now sat completely topless, her perky C-cups (a little more than a handful) now on full display.
Amara’s dark eyes widened, and her tongue darted between her lips. Tabby would’ve sworn she could feel heat from her friend’s stare. A shiver climbed the blonde’s spine – she’d certainly appreciated how the guys she’d fucked ogled her; but now, with Amara, it felt… different, somehow.
“Don’t leave me hanging, babe,” she prompted in a sultry purr.
Amara took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the straps of her nightgown. Starting on the left, she slipped the strap down the shoulder and over the elbow; she then repeated the process on the right. Lifting her chin proudly, almost defiantly, she pulled the garment down the rest of the way to her waist.
Confronted with the sight of her topless roommate, Tabby could do nothing but drink in the sight. Amara’s breasts hung like large (at least a double-D cup, in Tabby’s estimation), nearly symmetrical teardrops from her frame. Large yet proportional nipples capped them, their color a few shades darker than the rest of her skin.
“Holy shit,” whispered Tabby. For a while now, she’d suspected that she was bi; the desire now pooling in her lower belly confirmed her suspicions. The more she looked, the more she wanted to touch.
Amara returned her sleepwear into a more wearable position. The Latina flashed her friend a shy smile. “I like yours, too. Muito bonita!”
Now broken from her trance, Tabby pouted. “Why’d you put ‘em away?” Her hands slid down to her boy-short-style panties to tug at the elastic waistband. “Why not go for the whole…” Her face scrunched in confusion. “I started to say ‘the whole enchilada,’ but you don’t have those in Nova Roma, do you?”
Amara laughed and shook her head. “No, what we use is more a crêpe or pancake than a tortilla.”
Tabby chuckled as well. “I guess ‘the whole pancake’ doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, huh?” She tugged at her underwear again. “Whaddaya say?”
Amara’s tongue peeked between her lips once more, indicating to her roommate that she was seriously considering it. Finally, though, she shook her head, nose wrinkling. “Let’s do something else, por favor?”
“Like?”
“Like…” Amara trailed off, tapping her cheek with the matching forefinger. She brightened. “O! Let’s paint each other’s toenails, and you can tell the gossip I missed while I was gone.”
Tabby chuckled and shrugged. “Works for me, babe. Mind if I stay like this?” she asked as she moved to the carpet between the beds and began rummaging under hers for her nail polish. “It’s kinda nice to let the girls out for some air.”
“Go ahead. As I said, muito bonita.”
“Feel free to let yours back out too,” Tabby teased as she and Amara settled into positions where they could easily work on one another.
The Latina shook her head and tugged the lower hem of her nightgown down her thighs for more coverage, gaining a few millimeters at most.
Tabby’s eyes narrowed, then widened as she figured it out. “Nothing on under there?!”
Looking more than a little embarrassed, Amara murmured something about “healthier for your íntimas” and busied herself with her roommate’s toes.
Tabby followed suit. As they cleaned and polished, she spilled the tea: “Let’s see… We got a new team member, Dani Moonstar. She’s some kind of Ind—uh, Native American, and I heard her power is some sort of weird illusion type of thing. Moved in with Jubes, so you might meet her while brushing your teeth or something.”

XXX

By the time they finished, including dried nails, Tabby had run out of news items. Amara had seemed most keen to learn who was dating whom, with the pairing of Roberto and Jubilee garnering the most surprise. The whole time, Tabby kept sneaking peeks whenever Amara moved, hoping for a glimpse of her groin within her gown. She also caught her friend eyeing her, particularly her boobs, so she didn’t feel too bad about peeping, especially once she noticed the bumps of Amara’s nipples through the fabric of her nightgown.
Tabby let one of her hands glide partway up Amara’s calf; her skin felt deliciously warm to the touch. “What about you, princess? Anybody light your fire?”
Her friend giggled and shrugged. “The boys here… they’re so immature! Except Scott, but he’s with Jean.”
Biting her lip, Tabby scooted around to sit directly beside her roommate. “What about girls?” she purred.
“I… never really thought about it,” Amara replied. Her dark eyes glittered with a mischievous side she didn’t often show. “Until tonight.”
Tabby grinned and interlaced her fingers with Amara’s. She leaned closer. “I’d really like to kiss you – mmph!”
Surprisingly, Amara had closed the distance, capturing Tabby’s lips with her own, far warmer than any the blonde had ever experienced. Amara’s lips also felt luxuriously soft and pliant as Tabby took the lead to show her how to kiss. The combined sensations seared themselves into Tabby’s soul.
Mindful of her friend’s inexperience, Tabby pulled back after a short burst of kissing. “You’re just full of surprises tonight,” she teased, hoping this wouldn’t be the end while also promising herself not to push any farther if Amara drew the line.
The Latina wore a dazed grin, and the way she panted for breath did some interesting things to her now-ample bosom. “Why did you stop?” she asked after catching her breath.
“One: since that was your first kiss, you gotta build your stamina,” Tabby replied. “Two: the floor isn’t the most comfortable makeout spot. Wanna sit on the bed?”
Amara giggled and clambered up onto her bed, and Tabby followed a moment later. With a gentle smile – she knew from experience that having someone on your bed to make out was a big, scary step – she grazed her fingers along her friend’s arm. The Latina shivered, and goosebumps formed all over her dark skin.
The young women leaned closer once again, little by little, until their lips finally reestablished contact. Tabby wasted little time escalating things, exploring Amara’s lips with her tongue. A happy sigh from the Latina escaped their conjoined mouths, and she soon responded in kind. Their tongues twirled around one another like two dancers.
While they kissed, Tabby’s hand crested her friend’s shoulder to caress her neck. She began running her fingers through Amara’s thick locks. Amara placed a light, warm hand on the blonde’s lower back.
Tabby pulled away again, more slowly this time, suckling and nibbling gently on Amara’s lower lip. Her friend whimpered and tried to follow and maintain contact. Tabby ran her fingers along Amara’s ear and jaw to cup her chin. Her thumb sneaked up to brush the Latina’s lips; the warm breath washing over that thumb felt like a tropical breeze.
“Mind if I kiss places besides your mouth, Hot Lips?” asked Tabby in a heated whisper.
“Mhm,” hummed Amara…
… just before she took Tabby’s thumb into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the digit, leaving trails of ignited nerves in its wake.
Tabby had already been turned on, for some time; but now, desire burned through her veins, molten rivers of need that converged between her legs. A wild thought occurred: Amara would be a natural at sucking dick. She imagined her roommate’s head bobbing up and down someone’s shaft – whose, exactly, was irrelevant – while Tabby watched and fingered herself.
Tabby failed to contain a guttural groan as she ducked in to kiss along Amara’s neck and jaw. She added a few nibbles here and there until reaching the earlobe, where she planned to stay for a bit. Amara’s soft moans around Tabby’s thumb, and her fingers tangling in Tabby’s hair, gave clues about what the Latina liked.
Tabby’s free hand alighted on one of Amara’s shoulders, and she slipped the other (reluctantly) away from Amara’s mouth to the other shoulder. She raked her fingers along the warm skin, careful not to let her nails scratch too harshly. Along the way, they hooked the lacy straps of Amara’s nightgown to bring them off her shoulders and downward.
For her part, Amara wriggled her arms free of the garment to allow it to fold into a torus of fabric around her waist. Her hands then traced their way around Tabby’s midsection, hot and inquisitive all at once. As she pressed closer, their bare breasts pressed together, and Tabby groaned again at the intense, yet comfortable warmth and softness against her nipples.
Unable to restrain herself a moment longer, Tabby shifted her hands to cup Amara’s breasts. Warm and weighty, they had just the right amount of give as she fondled them. Her friend’s gasps, sighs, and mewls of delight further fueled Tabby’s explorations: she traced her fingers along the pebbled areolae.
“O, Tábi!” Amara moaned, and it was music to Tabby’s ears.
Gently, Tabby guided her friend onto her back. Light pinches of Amara’s nipples escalated to more intense rolling of the sensitive buds between her fingers. She also trailed her lips down her friend’s neck to her collarbone, though she soon moved onto the swells of her breasts.
Amara mewled and writhed under Tabby as she ascended one of the peaks. Her whole body shuddered when Tabby enveloped the stiff little nub within her mouth and began suckling. Her back arched as her roommate swirled her tongue all around the darker, more sensitive flesh.
Emboldened, Tabby switched to the other and repeated the process. Amara gripped the sheets, shaking all over. “You like that, huh?” she purred as she flicked the nipple with her tongue. The Latina shuddered again in reply.
While her mouth busied itself with her friend’s breasts, the blonde’s hands raked down Amara’s waist, stomach, and hips. As her friend wriggled in pleasure, Tabby worked her nightgown off little by little. The garment got stuck, though, between the bed and a perfect Brazilian booty.
Tabby paused and nuzzled the warm, pliant flesh she’d just been pleasuring with her mouth. “Hey, pillow princess,” she teased, “I’m gonna need a little help here. If you wanna continue, that is.”
Beneath her, Amara whimpered as the stimulation ceased. She murmured something in dazed-sounding Portuguese as she caught her breath. She sat up and said, in English this time, “Tábi… if I do… you should be naked too, sim?”
Grinning the blonde situated herself more completely on the bed, and her roommate followed suit. With minimal fanfare, Tabby slipped her thong off and tossed the garment in the general direction of her bed. Meanwhile, Amara shimmied out of her nightgown, rolling it up and stashing it under her pillow and incidentally giving her roommate an unabated view of her glorious bare backside. On a whim, Tabby reached over and pinched the muscle, earning a surprised squeak from the prone Latina.
Giggling, Amara rolled back over. Her dark eyes roamed Tabby’s body, and Tabby let hers do likewise. The Brazilian has a Brazilian, she thought. I assumed as much, but it’s nice to see it for myself.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Tabby breathed, barely able to find her voice.
“You too, Tábi,” replied Amara with a bright smile. “I like the bare look for you. I’m not sure I could pull that off.”
Tabby shook her head. “Girl. You could pull off anything. Burlap sacks. Whatever you wanted.”
Amara giggled again. “Right now, I have nothing to pull off!”
Tabby snorted. “You’re pulling off your birthday suit.” At her friend’s puzzled expression, she explained, “Y’know, because you’re born naked?”
Amara giggles. “O! I get it!”
Shaking her head, Tabby ran her hands over her friend’s warm skin, avoiding (for the moment) any of the parts she most wanted to touch. To get things back on track, she asked, “Well, gorgeous, wanna keep going?”
Biting her lip, Amara replied, “Keep going, how? All of this is new for me.”
“I’ve been playing with your boobs in different ways,” replied Tabby. “By ‘keep going,’ I mean…” Her hands drifted closer to Amara’s groin.
“My íntimas?” gasped the Nova Roman girl.
Tabby nodded. “If you’re cool with that, I’d love to watch you play with yourself. While you watched me, of course.”
Biting her lip again, Amara replied, “I’ve… never done that. Not in the way I think you mean.”
Tabby whistled. “Damn, girl, I knew you were inexperienced, but…” She continued to caress her roommate’s waist and hips and thighs, never straying too far from her groin. “Would you let me show you what you’ve been missing?”
“Will it feel better than what we’ve been doing?”
“Better, babe. So, so much better.”
Uncertainty, or perhaps nerves, clouded the Latina’s dark eyes. “Promise me you won’t brag about this to everyone?”
“Of course I won’t!” scoffed Tabby. “What happens in our room stays in our room, babe.”
Amara grinned and kissed her roommate, her warm hands roaming freely over Tabby’s skin, ultimately alighting on the blonde’s breasts. The Latina kneaded and squeezed and pinched the nipples. Tabby moaned into her friend’s ear to encourage her explorations.
After a few minutes letting Amara feel her up, Tabby stroked her roommate’s thighs with one hand, climbing higher an inch at a time. Before long, her fingers made contact with the soft, fleshy folds, warmer even than the rest of her. One finger quickly located what it sought.
Amara’s eyes widened, then rolled back as Tabby swirled the little nub. Her jaw dropped open, and her mouth worked as though she were trying to speak. She could only manage a few soft squeaks and a plaintive “Tábi!”
“This is your clit, princess. Most sensitive part of your body,” Tabby explained as she stroked, slowly and gently. She dipped her fingers lower. “You’re already soaked,” she noted as her fingers became coated in her friend’s warm fluids, which she smeared around the delicate flesh.
“That feels amazing!” moaned Amara, her accent shifting the [z] to [s] in her pleasured daze. Her hands left Tabby’s breasts to grip the sheets once more. Her legs fell open, and her feet twitched.
For her part, Tabby moved into position between her roommate’s legs, sitting up on her haunches. With both hands, she spread the petals of Amara’s pussy, exposing the entirety to her hungry eyes: the symmetrical inner labia, darker than the rest of Amara’s skin by a few shades; the engorged clit protruding from its hood; the entrance, a shockingly bright pink by contrast. All of it glistened with Amara’s arousal.
“Naturally,” Tabby grumbled. “Your pussy’s gorgeous too.”
A pang of self-consciousness shot through the blonde. When she’d examined herself using a hand mirror some time ago, she’d seen a set of labia that looked like a cross between a turkey’s wattle and a couple slices of roast beef. She’d wondered how any of the guys she’d fucked could possibly have seen her pussy and thought it sexy.
Reining her thoughts back to the present, Tabby began stroking in earnest, liberally spreading the copious fluids all over until her fingers could glide freely with minimal friction. Amara writhed and mewled with pleasure, the pitch of her noises climbing each time Tabby paid more than cursory attention to the clit. Tabby kept her on edge, savoring her noises of delight.
Dimly, Tabby wished that, for tonight at least, she were a guy so that she could pop her friend’s cherry and fuck her hot, wet pussy until filling it with cum. More feasibly, she fantasized about watching Amara riding cowgirl, her tits and ass jiggling as she bounced up and down some guy’s cock. Or watching her face down, ass in the air as some guy plowed into her from behind.
Maybe soon. Focus on right now, she reminded herself.
With that in mind, Tabby leaned down to start licking. She’d never eaten pussy before, but this seemed like an ideal time to try. The musky aroma of Amara filled her nose, and the flavor coated her tongue, tangy, even citrusy. She remembered the term “ambrosia,” the nectar of the gods, from some boring English class.
If that substance ever existed, this was it, and Tabby couldn’t get enough.
Amara squirmed and gripped the back of her friend’s head. She moaned, “Tábi!” over and over. Phrases of Portuguese began, only to collapse into incoherence as Tabby’s tongue glided from one sensitive spot to the next.
Unfortunately, Tabby’s tongue began to fatigue, unused to the motions she was making. Resolving not to leave her friend unsatisfied, she switched techniques, essentially making out with Amara’s pussy. She also ran her hands along her roommate’s thighs and butt, reveling in the warmth and the muscle spasms and twitches, tangible evidence of her impending orgasm.
Suddenly, Amara’s whole body shook. Her back arched, and her toes curled. A startled, strangled cry escaped her, followed by another, then a third, and even a fourth. As the tension faded, she pushed on Tabby’s head to signal she’d had enough, and the full-body spasms of aftershock seemed to confirm it.
For her part, the blonde sat up, licking her lips clean and savoring every last drop of her friend’s fluids. She admired her handiwork: the most beautiful girl she could imagine, naked, sprawled out, a faint sheen of perspiration on her dark skin bringing out her inner glow, bosom heaving, blissed out from her first sexual experience. Tabby ached deep inside with her own unmet desire.
Amara cracked one eye lid and smiled sheepishly. “Tábi… that was… that was…” She giggled. “I don’t know the word. I thought you would only rub with your hands… not lick me.”
Grinning, Tabby replied, “I couldn’t resist, babe. It looked delicious.” Her grin widened. “And it was.”
“I… I don’t think I could do it back. I’m sorry.”
“No big,” shrugged the blonde; she’d honestly expected as much. “Mind if I take care of myself?”
“Please!” Amara replied with a shy smile. “Could I… watch? In case I want to… try that for myself sometime?”
Tabby shifted so her head was at the foot of the bed. She parted her legs, feeling only the briefest flash of self-consciousness (again) regarding the appearance of her pussy, self-consciousness that melted away when her friend stared with a look of open wonder. The blonde began fondling one breast with one hand while stroking her pussy with the other.
Pleasure, long deferred, now surged through her body, and her head lolled back, off the edge of the bed, as she let out a deep moan. Her liquid excitement coated both her fingers and her pussy. Memories of what she’d just done, along with the lingering flavor of her friend on her lips, spurred her fingers to circle her clit faster and faster.
A sudden warm sensation on her calves distracted her, and she looked up to see Amara nuzzling her. The Latina smiled and placed small kisses all over the area. Her warm hands danced over the other leg.
“That feels really nice,” Tabby assured friend as her fingers resumed their movements.
Amara’s lips and hands ascended to her roommate’s thighs, but she kept her eyes mostly focused on how Tabby pleasured herself. Occasionally, the soft, warm flesh of one of her breasts brushed against Tabby’s skin, further exciting her. She wished and fantasized about the Latina changing her mind about trying to pleasure her, leaning in to make out with her pussy.
“You just rub like that?” asked Amara. “Until you… erupt?”
“Pretty much,” Tabby replied. “Sometimes, I stick a finger or two inside. Mimics the feeling of having a dick inside. Loosely.”
Amara hummed and continued kissing and nibbling Tabby’s thighs. “Show me?”
Tabby grinned and obliged. One of her fingers slid easily into her soaked snatch, followed soon by a second. They began pumping back and forth, slowly at first, but speeding up quickly.
Pleasure surged through the blonde. The excitement of everything that had happened meant that her own climax built at a dizzying pace. Amara’s dark eyes fixated on her fingers thrusting away amplified the effect, and she could feel that when she came, she’d cum hard.
Amara looked up at Tabby. Their eyes met, and the Latina’s shone with warmth and satisfaction and curiosity and acceptance and adoration. That’s what pushed Tabby over the edge.
Her head fell back. She groaned. Her body convulsed. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, to the point she briefly whited out.
When she could move again, Tabby slipped her fingers out of her pussy, but she couldn’t do much more than that. Warm hands on hers drew her attention enough to raise her head, just in time to see, and feel, Amara’s hot tongue on her fingers. The Latina lapped Tabby’s natural lube off before slipping the fingers into her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” whispered Tabby.
“I was curious,” admitted Amara with a giggle. “For the next time we do this.”
“‘Next time’?” echoed Tabby, her eyebrows arching.
Amara nodded eagerly, though she quickly stopped, looking abashed. “Unless you don’t want to?”
Sitting up, Tabby Took her roommate into her arms, relishing the feeling of her warmth against her skin. “Of course I do! Doing this once, with the sexiest babe I know and one of my favorite people, would’ve been enough; but I’d love to keep exploring this. I was worried you wouldn’t want to do this again… that it’d make things weird between us.”
Amara shook her head and kissed her friend’s cheek. “You mean the world to me, too, Tábi. Nothing could ruin our friendship.”
Tabby returned the cheek-kiss and pulled away. She pulled on her panties and shirt and grabbed a cigarette. “Light my fire, babe?” she asked, holding it out towards her roommate. “Again, I mean.”
Amara giggled and pinched the end of the cigarette, which in short order began to glow, and Tabby stepped out onto the balcony to smoke.
“Are we… girlfriends now?” asked Amara within.
Tabby took a drag, the heat of the smoke reminding her of the heat of her roommate’s skin. She exhaled, releasing the heat into the cool night air. “Dunno. What do you want us to be?”
“How should I know?” protested Amara. “This is all new to me, but you—”
“I haven’t had much luck with relationships,” Tabby interjected. She took another drag to collect her thoughts. “With guys, anyway. Until today, I never actually tried anything with a girl, either.” She flicked her cigarette, dislodging ash from the tip, some of which flared brightly and briefly before disappearing into the night. “I guess the answer to your question depends on whether or not you’re also into guys.”
“Talvez?” answered Amara; even if Tabby didn’t recognize the word, the uncertainty was unmistakable. “Some homens are handsome, certainly, but I haven’t yet met one I wanted to kiss, or…” She giggled but didn’t elaborate.
With a knowing grin, Tabby half-turned back to her friend who, to her disappointment, had put her nightgown back on. “Before today, did you want to kiss me? Or…”
“Kiss, sim, I had thought about,” admitted the Latina.
“I’ll take it,” Tabby quipped as she inhaled and exhaled some more smoke. “How ‘bout this? Let’s keep it casual, so we can both be free to see other people too. Especially so you can try dick if you want.”
“Tábi!” gasped Amara with a laugh.
“Like I said before, what happens in our room stays in our room,” Tabby reminded her playfully. She finished her cigarette, pressing the tip against the metal balcony railing to extinguish the flame. “As far as anyone else is concerned, we’re just roommates.”
“Friends, you mean,” Amara reminded her.
“Yup,” Tabby snicker-snorted. “Just two gals being pals.”
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A/N: Greetings, readers. I began this tale in June, and intended to publish it during Pride Month. Unfortunately, to quote Tolkien, "the tale grew in the telling," and life threw some curveballs to further slow things down.
Apologies for how profoundly fucked up Tabby's backstory is. I based it largely on one of my ex-girlfriends' little sisters, who is at least doing better now that she's in a healthier relationship. On the other hand, I thought it'd be fun to throw the Brotherhood "losers," Toad and Blob, a little bone (pun intended, for I'm no coward).
At any rate, I hope you enjoyed this little side-story I wrote as a break from my ongoing "Diamond in the Rough." Please leave a review and let me know your thoughts!
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