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The Monster of Gravity Falls	By : TheEvilFaery Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 3310 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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After all the crying and screaming and struggling, the night seemed strangely quiet now. Only soft, ragged breathing and the incessant tapping of Tambry on her phone disturbed the wooded clearing. Wendy looked at the picture she’d just taken on her phone and decided it was a keeper. Mabel lying on the car seat, arms at her sides, a bruise beginning to blossom on her ribs, her pussy and thighs absolutely soaked in the aftermath of the orgasm Wendy had forced on her. Best of all was the blank-eyed, broken expression she wore with tears still trickling down the sides of her face. It was a perfect addition to Wendy’s little photo album.
So then why was Wendy still so angry? The redhead could feel the frustration and rage twisting in her gut, and she didn’t like it. It was the sour, resentful fury of a predator whose hunt had been spoiled. This night didn’t go the way she’d planned, not at all. First there was Tambry’s unexpected defiance...but Wendy had sorted that out, like always. Then Mabel...Wendy ran her eyes over Mabel’s still form and clenched her fist. That was it. Her little girlfriend still didn’t understand how she’d ruined their first date.
Well, Wendy could make her understand.
“Mabel,” Wendy said, tossing her phone on the front seat. She put her hands on her naked hips, the strap-on dildo she’d just used to violate her little girlfriend bobbing between her legs. “Sit up,” she commanded.
It took a couple of seconds, but Mabel’s eyes focused and the little girl clearly returned to the present from whatever faraway place she was trying to escape to. Without a word, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, looking warily up at the teen. “Look at this,” Wendy said, indicating the dildo she was wearing. It was actually dripping with Mabel’s nectar...Mabel, Wendy had discovered, to her delight, came a lot. She could already envision so many ways to have fun with that, especially if she could coax her little lover into over the edge into being a squirter.
“You made such a mess, Mabel,” Wendy said, her voice teasing. Mabel looked down at her own soaked lower body and then back at the glistening sex toy, her face and chest turning a deep shade of red. “I think you should clean up a little,” Wendy suggested gently, pushing her hips out slightly. Mabel bit her lip, looked around for a moment, then heaved a resigned sigh and nodded. Still not saying a word, she leaned forward and began using her little pink tongue to lap the juices from the strap-on.
She winced a little when Wendy reached out to stroke her hair. “I need you to understand something, Mabel,” Wendy murmured. “You probably aren’t gonna believe this...and I don’t blame you if you don’t...but I really was gonna go easy on you tonight.” Mabel paused as she licked, looking up at Wendy with a doubtful expression. Wendy just smirked down at her. “It’s not like we weren’t gonna fuck, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
Mabel returned to licking the dildo clean as Wendy went on, running her fingers through Mabel’s rich brown hair. “I was planning on being gentle...you know, showing you how good it could be, sometimes.” Wendy sighed, and when she spoke again there was a hard edge in her tone. “But then you had to fuck it up.” Mabel paused, just for a second, and Wendy felt a hot rush of satisfaction at the fear she could sense from her tiny lover...she could practically smell it. At least she was starting to learn.
“‘Maybe I can help you be better!’” Wendy quoted with a breathy, dreamy tone. “You don’t even know how bad that pissed me off, Mabel,” she said, letting even more of the anger she felt bleed into her voice. Mabel stopped what she was doing and stared down at the ground between Wendy’s feet. Wendy could see the way her hands were gripping the car seat tightly.
“It was just so dumb,” Wendy snapped. Her hand rested on the top of Mabel’s head, and she could feel the small girl shaking. “I really thought you were starting to get it, after we talked at the Shack. But no, when you said that I could tell you were still off in la-la land, thinking this was all some kind of fairy tale and that there was some magical thing you were gonna do that would bring everything back to normal. You can’t think that, Mabel. It’s just not true. So, instead of being gentle, like I actually wanted, I had to punish you.”
Mabel actually cringed at those words, and Wendy, caught up in her sudden feeling of power over this little girl sitting naked in front of her, grabbed her head with both hands. “And did I say stop?” she snarled, thrusting her hips forward and pushing Mabel’s mouth down on the strap-on. Mabel’s eyes bulged and she screamed into Wendy’s crotch for just an instant before she began to gag as the dildo went down her throat.
She tried to push herself away, but Wendy was far too strong, holding her tightly against her as Mabel’s face turned red and tears poured down her cheeks again. Wendy let up just for an instant, pulling out just enough to let Mabel cough and suck in a lungful of air, then she forced it into Mabel’s mouth again.
Wendy held her longer this time, long enough that Mabel’s face began to turn darker and darker, and her struggles grew more frantic. She even began to strike out with her small fists on Wendy’s hips and belly, but Wendy barely felt the feeble little punches. When Wendy finally let her go, Mabel scrambled back on the seat until her back hit the door on the other side. Her eyes were wide and the pupils pinned with panic as she retched and coughed and tried desperately to catch her breath.
When she began to breathe a little easier and the color in her cheeks began to lighten just slightly, that’s when the dam broke and Wendy heard the sweetest music...helpless, despairing, childlike tears. Mabel curled up with her knees under her chin and her hands over her eyes, sobbing like a broken-hearted toddler. “I thought you were gonna kill meeeeeee,” she wailed between sobs that shook her entire body like spasms.
Wendy smiled as those cries finally made the tight knot of anger in her stomach start to uncurl. She undid the straps on the harness around her hips and dropped the strap-on in the front seat. It certainly wasn’t ‘clean’ by any stretch, but its work was done for the night. Now fully nude, she climbed into the backseat and gathered Mabel into her arms.
The small girl flinched and froze when Wendy first touched her. And at first she tried to pull away from the redhead’s embrace. But when Wendy didn’t do anything but bring Mabel into her lap and hug her tight, Mabel let out a shuddering little cry and slid her arms around Wendy’s chest, burying her face in Wendy’s naked, freckled breasts. Wendy just cooed softly, like how someone would comfort a crying baby, as she rocked Mabel gently, running her hands up and down Mabel’s naked back.
It never ceased to amaze Wendy how much little kids craved comfort after they’d been through something horrible...even from the same person who’d inflicted it on them. It gave the teen such a rush...she didn’t think any drug could compare to it. She’d done such awful, cruel things to Mabel that night...and here she was, clinging to Wendy like a drowning girl clinging to her lifesaver.
When Mabel’s tears had become less hysterical, Wendy hugged her tighter. “It shouldn’t be like this, Mabel,” she whispered urgently. “It can be better than it was tonight, it really, really can. But it’s up to you...everything can be awful, or it can be mostly good. It’s up to you.”
Mabel hiccuped and shuddered, then nodded against Wendy’s chest. Her face was red, wet and sticky as she pulled it up and looked up into Wendy’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She meant it...Wendy could tell. Wendy brought their lips together in the sweetest kiss they’d shared yet...Mabel didn’t hesitate this time, she just opened her mouth and let Wendy’s tongue slide against hers, even trying to copy Wendy’s movements as best she could.
Wendy could feel her body start to respond as she kissed the tiny girl in her lap, but she forced herself to stop. It was gonna be different with Mabel than it was with the other girls...if they were going have a relationship, Wendy was gonna have to pull back sometimes. So, reluctantly, she broke the kiss and slid Mabel off of her lap.
The redhead climbed out of the car and began to get ready to go, starting by picking up Mabel’s clothes off the grass. She tossed Mabel’s sweater to her, then sighed as she picked up the little orange dress. The thin shoulder straps were both snapped, and there was a rather large tear down the front. She looked in at Mabel, who was looking back at her sadly.
“I’m sorry, Mabes,” she said, holding up the ruined dress. “I really shouldn’t have done this...even though I was mad, I definitely shouldn’t have ruined your dress. We’ll go shopping soon, and I’ll buy you a new one. I promise.” Mabel’s eyes actually softened at that, and she nodded mutely.
Wendy was surprised how honest that apology was. She really did feel kinda bad. It was a nice dress, and Mabel had looked really cute in it. The way she’d wrecked it just felt kinda pointless and stupid, now. Huh. I guess it really is different with her, she mused to herself as she made sure she had everything picked up, then went around to the trunk and pulled her own clothes back on.
Mabel was wearing her sweater and pulling on her shoes when Wendy came back and slid into the seat next to her. “...Can I have my panties?” she asked softly.
Wendy chuckled. “Nah. I think I’m keeping them. To remember tonight.” Mabel’s cheeks colored again as she realized Wendy was going to make her sneak back into the Mystery Shack wearing nothing but a sweater and her shoes and socks, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she just nodded. Wendy smiled and kissed her cheek. “That’s my good girl.” Even though she still looked mortified and shell-shocked, a faint little smile actually appeared on Mabel’s lips at that.
The two of them spent the ride back to the Mystery Shack cuddling in the backseat. When they finally arrived, Tambry stayed back in the trees a short distance from the parking lot, to avoid anyone inside noticing the headlights. Mabel climbed out of the car, awkwardly trying to pull her sweater down as much as she could. Wendy hooked her around the neck with one arm and drew her close, letting her forehead lean against Mabel’s. “Have a good night, okay?” she whispered, giving her a quick, gentle kiss on the lips. “It’s gonna be better from now on, right?”
Mabel sighed, but nodded and gave Wendy a small, cautious smile. “Yeah...it’s gonna be better.” Mabel closed her eyes tight and gave Wendy a little kiss in return before turning away and hurrying up the road towards the Shack, keeping her sweater pulled down over her bare rear end.
Wendy let out a huge sigh and slumped back against the middle of the seat, legs splayed and arms curled around the headrests to either side. Tambry silently turned the car around and began driving towards Wendy’s place. “What a fucking night,” Wendy said, tilting her head up to look out the rear windshield.
Silence reigned for several minutes after that. Then, unexpectedly, Tambry actually spoke. “Do you really think you two are, like, a couple?”
Wendy lifted her head and stared at the girl in the driver’s seat. The question brought a flash of irritation with it, but Wendy just smirked. “Why? You jealous?” Tambry didn’t say anything. After a moment, Wendy shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, truthfully. “I keep saying we’re girlfriends, but how does that even work? I’m gonna keep her for awhile, but I know she’s gotta go back home sooner or later. I guess I’m just bored with the usual thing. I wanna at least try something different.”
There was another long pause. “What if I was jealous?” Tambry asked, her voice carefully neutral.
“What?” Now honestly surprised, Wendy sat up straight and leaned forward.
Tambry shrugged as she made a turn. “What if I was jealous?” she repeated.
Wendy shook her head with a tired chuckle. “What are you even talking about?” When Tambry didn’t answer, Wendy slumped back again. “It’s not like we’re a couple either, you know?” she pointed out. “Maybe if we were, none of this would be happening right now. But we know how that went, huh?”
Tambry still didn’t reply. Wendy thought about pushing her to respond, but it didn’t seem worth it. Instead, she just looked out the window as the familiar woods passed by on the way to her place. That little exchange had brought back a bunch of memories, things Wendy hadn’t thought about for a long time…
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Five Years Ago…
“Oh my god, that’s so awesome!” Ten-year old Wendy Corduroy gushed. Her arms were wrapped around her best friend Tambry’s neck as she looked over her shoulder. They were both seated on Tambry’s bed, Tambry with her legs off the side, and Wendy up on her knees behind her. “I can’t believe your parents actually got you a phone for your birthday! My Dad’s never gonna let me have one!”
Wendy was half a head taller than her friend despite being almost a year younger, an early hint of the gangly awkwardness that would haunt her early adolescence. Her flaming red hair was tied back in an untidy ponytail. She wore a pair of overalls that she was already growing out of, the denim hugging tight to her skinny form, with a white sleeveless shirt underneath.
Tambry was not only shorter, but a little softer than her best friend, with a little baby fat still on her here and there. She was wearing a dark purple dress with black leggings, and her purple hair (her parents had let her dye it since she was five) was cut in a cute little bob. “Yeah, it’s kinda cool I guess,” she said, flipping through all the stuff she’d found so far. “I can take pictures and stuff. But nobody else has a phone yet, so I don’t know how much I’m gonna use it.”
“It’s still awesome!” Wendy declared. Of course, Wendy pretty much thought anything Tambry did or said or had was awesome. Tambry was, Wendy was sure, the coolest girl in Gravity Falls. Just looking around the rather messy bedroom, the posters on the walls, her toys, her clothes...Tambry really was so much more grown-up and badass than Wendy thought she’d ever be.
“Here, I’ll take your picture,” Tambry said, turning back to snap a shot of Wendy’s surprised face before she could protest.
“Hey! Delete that!” Wendy exclaimed, grabbing at the phone. “You know I hate getting my picture taken!”
“No way!” Tambry laughed, slipping off the bed and holding the camera out of reach. “I gotta have a picture of my best friend!”
“Tambry, quit it! I look dumb!” Wendy slid off the bed as well and started chasing after her smaller friend, who just giggled and twirled around the room, keeping the phone just out of reach.
“If you let me keep it, I’ll let you kiss me!” Tambry called out in a teasing sing-song that brought Wendy up short.
“Wait, really?” Wendy said, freezing in the act of reaching for Tambry’s new phone.
“Uh-huh!” Tambry giggled, walking back to her bed. She took a seat and smiled up at Wendy expectantly. Wendy hurried over, a whole swarm of butterflies doing backflips in her tummy. The two girls had been kissing for awhile now...usually when Tambry wanted Wendy to do something for her. Tambry always said it was ‘practice’ but Wendy didn’t know about that. She just really, really liked how it felt to kiss her.
Wendy sat on the bed, right up against her friend, and leaned her head down so her lips met Tambry’s. Tambry held her hands clasped together between her legs, and Wendy slid one of her arms around Tambry’s waist. With a soft sound Wendy slipped her tongue into Tambry’s mouth. The smaller girl seemed to flinch back for just an instant, then opened her mouth a little wider, sucking Wendy’s tongue inside.
The sensation of sliding their tongues together, exploring Tambry’s mouth, feeling so close and so...good...just seemed to carry Wendy off. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears and a hot, fluttery feeling seemed to spread all through her body. So she barely even noticed she was pushing Tambry back against the mattress until Tambry broke the kiss with a tiny gasp of ‘stop!’
Wendy immediately sat back up and let Tambry go. “Sorry...” she muttered, her pale, freckled face flaming.
Tambry wiped her mouth as she sat back up. “You’re so weird sometimes,” she said, and would have said more, but stopped and blinked when Wendy’s hand rested on her thigh.
“Hey, um...you said you’d let me kiss you...” Wendy said in a low voice, looking down and away. “But uh...you didn’t...say...where...”
Tambry’s own cheeks darkened quite a bit at that. She took a deep breath and sighed. “You really are...weird, Wendy,” she said. “You really wanna do that so bad?” Wendy’s face started to fall, but then Tambry swung her legs up and laid them across Wendy’s lap while Tambry laid back against her pillows.
“I guess if you let me keep that picture, you can do whatever you want,” Tambry said in a bored tone. She lifted up her phone and began tapping away at it. “I wonder if there are any games already on this thing,” she muttered.
Once again, the blood was pounding in Wendy’s ears, and the excitement she felt made her hands shake as she slide out from under Tambry’s legs and pushed them apart slightly. She lifted up Tambry’s skirt until just a little of her belly was visible over the top of her leggings. Then Wendy slid her fingers into Tambry’s waistband and began pulling the leggings and her panties down.
Just before Tambry’s privates started to come into view, Wendy stopped. She thought she heard her friend make a little sound, but when she looked up, Tambry was still playing with her phone. Tambry glanced down and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “If you wanna do it, hurry up,” she said shortly. “My mom’s gonna be home soon.”
Breathing heavily, Wendy pulled the leggings down until they were halfway down Tambry’s thighs. Then she looked between Tambry’s legs. Tambry’s cunny was so fascinating to Wendy...it looked so similar to her own, the lips flat and hairless...but the soft cinnamon color made it so much prettier.
And it was another girl’s. That was the part that always made Wendy shiver. In a distant kind of way, she knew it was supposed to be a bad thing they were doing, but she was just fascinated by touching the same super private part on her best friend that she had. And she knew how to make her own cunny feel really, really good, so being able to do it to another girl just made it feel even yummier.
So she began probing at Tambry’s soft little mound. Her fingertips stroked up and down the slit, and she could see just a hint of wetness glistening inside. She wriggled a little, bringing her face in closer, close enough to smell the other girls sex. As always, her head felt like it was spinning as she breathed in that faint, musky aroma. She teased and rolled her finger along that wetness, until her fingertip was wet and shiny, and only then started to gently part the flat little lips and touch the much hotter, wetter flesh inside.
Wendy desperately wanted to go faster, go harder, deeper, like she did to herself. But she knew Tambry would make her stop if she got too excited. She glanced up. Tambry was still just playing with her new phone, not looking at her, but the color in her cheeks had darkened, and she seemed to be breathing a little harder.
Emboldened by that little tell, Wendy dipped in and placed a little kiss right on Tambry’s cunny. That time she definitely heard her friend make a little sound, but she didn’t look up for fear of spooking her. Still using just one fingertip to slide in and out of Tambry’s creamy mocha folds, she laid kiss after kiss all over her friend’s soft, smooth skin. Tambry’s cunny seemed to be getting wetter and wetter...Wendy could taste it on her lips. Finally, she laid one kiss right on Tambry’s slit, daring to slip the tip of her tongue out and part the lips just slightly…
“That’s enough!” Tambry said sharply, sitting up straight and closing her legs.
“But…!” Wendy couldn’t help herself, she grabbed hold of Tambry’s thighs and started to pull them apart.
“Stop!” Tambry cried, clamping her knees together. She spun in place and stood, awkwardly pulling her leggings and panties back up while still holding her phone. “God, you’re such a weirdo, Wendy!” she snapped.
Wendy flinched at the anger in Tambry’s voice. She could feel her face turn red in sheer embarrassment. You screwed up again! She berated herself. Why can’t you ever just be cool? “I...I’m sorry,” she said out loud.
“Whatever.” Tambry had completely closed off, letting Wendy know she really screwed up. She just stood there, her back to Wendy and her bed, arms folded, her phone clenched in one hand.
Wendy had to fight to keep her breathing steady...she knew if she didn’t, she’d break into tears. She got off the bed and slunk over to Tambry’s bedroom door. “I’ll see you later...okay?”
“Whatever.” Tambry turned in place, now facing her bed and away from Wendy again.
“Okay...” Wendy slipped out of the room and quietly closed the door behind her. She hurried out of Tambry’s house and walked down the sidewalk until she was sure she was out of sight of Tambry’s window. Then she started running as fast as her long, skinny legs could carry her, into the woods. She collapsed against a tree, covering her face as she hiccuped and hot, angry tears of frustration and embarrassment trickled down her cheeks.
“Stupid! So stupid!” she croaked out, sniffling. She didn’t know what was wrong with her...she knew she was making Tambry feel good...why did she have to try and push it and scare her off? It was like something just took her over and she couldn’t make herself stop anymore. Now it was gonna be forever until Tambry would let them kiss again...she probably wasn’t even gonna want to talk to Wendy for a couple of days.
It just wasn’t fair...even though they’d been best friends forever, lately Wendy always just felt like some big, awkward lumbering giant around Tambry. Tambry was just so cool, and pretty, and Wendy just loved her so much…
That thought brought Wendy up short. She heaved a huge sigh and slumped back, holding her palms over her eyes. She’d been thinking about that more and more lately...the idea that she wanted her and Tambry to be more than just best friends. She didn’t really think Tambry was going to feel the same way, though.
But...maybe she would? Maybe Tambry was just as scared as Wendy was, and that’s why she kept pushing Wendy back...she was afraid of getting too serious. Maybe she felt just as confused and twisted up inside as Wendy did, and if Wendy finally brought it all out into the open, maybe...maybe…
“Yeah right...” Wendy muttered, grabbing her pony tail and tugging it over her shoulder so she could stroke it like a security blanket. Maybe it didn’t matter if Tambry felt the same way or not. Maybe Wendy just needed to tell her how she really felt before that twisted up feeling made her explode. The little redhead stood up and tossed her hair back. A determined look appeared on her face.
She loved Tambry...she could try and hide from it, like she’d been doing all this time, but that just ended up making her feel worse than before. She needed to tell Tambry how she felt. If it turned out the other girl felt the same, well...that was almost too much for Wendy to even imagine. If she didn’t...at least Wendy would know. And it’s not like that had to be the end. With all the kissing and...other stuff...Tambry let her do, she had to feel something for Wendy, right? Even if Tambry didn’t feel the same way now, maybe Wendy could...convince her.
Make her… the thought drifted through Wendy’s head, and she wasn’t sure why she changed it. Or why it made her feel so...strange.
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When Wendy made up her mind to do something, she didn’t want to put it off. So the very next day, once her chores were all finished, she set off to Tambry’s house to tell her how she felt, once and for all! Really, she was terrified, but she was committed. She was going to confess how in love she was with Tambry, right to her friend’s face, even if it killed her.
Unfortunately, Tambry wasn’t at her house. Her mom said she had gone to the park. She offered to give Tambry a call on her new phone, but Wendy begged off. She thought she knew where her friend was. Gravity Falls Park was really just a fenced-in part of the woods that was slightly more open and landscaped than the woods outside of town, and she and Tambry had a place out there...a little grassy clearing near one corner of the park that was surrounded by a bunch of thorny bushes. There was a path inside, but if you didn’t know where it was, it was hard to find. It was their secret spot, ever since they’d found it in second grade.
Wendy rushed to the park, really, really hoping to find Tambry at that spot. It would be the perfect place to tell her how Wendy really felt about her. Now that it was finally time, Wendy was getting more and more nervous. So she tried to concentrate on the best case scenario, Tambry actually feeling the same way. Her friend would jump into her arms, and they’d kiss, and this time Tambry wouldn’t make her stop...they’d just…
Wendy giggled and blushed as she jogged into the park. “There’s no way,” she told herself, but somehow, she was starting to believe it. As she made her way through the little path towards her and Tambry’s clearing, she heard a sound like there was someone up ahead, and her heart skipped a beat. This is it…!
Then she stopped. She heard a voice up ahead, but it was most definitely a male voice. Creeping forward slowly, she heard whoever it was speak again. “Oh fuck yeah,” whoever it was suddenly gasped. Wendy was through the trees and in the clearing now, and she found that she was trembling.
She recognized the boy instantly. He was in middle school, and he thought he was a rock star. Him and his idiot friends liked to make the most god-awful noise in their garage, with him wailing tunelessly on some crummy old electric guitar. And Wendy recognized Tambry instantly, too. Even though she was kneeling in front of the boy, her back to Wendy, her hands on his hips.
The boy’s eyes widened and he jumped back. “Oh, shit!” he yelped, quickly stuffing his erect penis back in his pants. Tambry, surprised, fell back on her butt, glancing back over her shoulder, eyes wide. She covered her mouth with her hand when she saw Wendy standing there. But Wendy saw the wetness smeared around her lips.
For a frozen instant, nobody said or did anything. Then that frustrated, twisted up feeling rose up in Wendy’s stomach again, but there wasn’t any stopping it this time. It felt like it was burning her brain, an awful black flame of rage and pain so intense she wanted to scream. Tambry is mine, it shouted to her, she’s MINE! This isn’t...it can’t…
NO.
With a guttural scream she rushed the boy. He might have been three years older and a few inches taller, but Wendy had a lifetime of survival training and lumberjack skills to build her strength, and the skinny little faux-punk rocker went down with a single punch right across his jaw. Wendy fell on top of him, punching and clawing, a red haze suffusing her vision, ignoring all his feeble attempts to fight back. Finally, when he was reduced to a pile of tears, his face bruised and bloody, Wendy climbed back to her feet. “Get out,” she spat. The boy wasted no time in complying, staggering out of the clearing right through the thorn bushes, blubbering helplessly.
Now Wendy turned to Tambry. The smaller girl was sitting on the grass, her knees curled up to her chin. Her hands had covered her mouth with a horrified expression as she watched the beating Wendy had just delivered. Now she looked up at her best friend, naked terror on her face.
Beating up that boy had taken the insane edge off of Wendy’s anger, but looking at Tambry made it blaze up again with a wave of jealousy and betrayal. Her heart was broken, but the pain it caused her just made her want to inflict more pain. And her target was sitting right in front of her. “So I can’t kiss you too hard, but you’ll suck his dick?” Wendy snarled.
“I...I don’t...I don’t...”
“SHUT UP!” Wendy shouted as loud as she could, making Tambry cringe back. Something about that frightened reaction sent a bolt of satisfaction through Wendy, and she wanted more. She rushed at Tambry, bringing up her fist, and the smaller girl let out a squeal and fell on her side, rolling into a ball with her arms curled protectively over her head. Wendy’s mouth twisted into a feral kind of grin. She started laughing, but there was a hysterical edge to it, and she felt tears falling from her eyes at the same time. Tambry was looking up at her like she’d gone crazy. Maybe she had.
Wendy let out a single, harsh, barking sob and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her arm. “I beat up your boyfriend,” she said in a shaky voice.
“He’s not my...”
Wendy lashed out with a kick that took Tambry in the shoulder and made her cry out in pain. She didn’t even think about it, it just happened. Then she jumped on her friend, straddling her chest and grabbing her by the front of her dress. “Shut up!” she hissed. “Just shut the fuck up Tambry!” She started crying again. “Why?” she demanded desperately. “This is our place! Why did you do it here? And why with him? You’re my girl, Tambry! Mine!” Wendy didn’t even know what she was saying, it just all spilled out in a big mess.
But now Tambry looked more angry than frightened. She grabbed hold of Wendy’s wrists and started trying to pull them away, while at the same time twisting underneath her, trying to get loose. “I’m not your girl, you lezzie weirdo!” she shouted. “I don’t even wanna be your friend anymore!”
At that, something in Wendy just snapped. Teeth clenched and lips pulled back in an insane rictus, she grabbed Tambry’s throat with both hands and squeezed. Tambry’s eyes bulged and her dusky face immediately began turning purple. She clawed desperately at Wendy’s arms and her legs kicked at the ground. Wendy didn’t feel the scratches Tambry was gouging in her forearms, and she couldn’t even see through the red haze in her eyes.
It wasn’t until Tambry lashed out at her face, clawing her fingers across Wendy’s cheek hard and fast enough to leave three bloody streaks, that Wendy regained enough sense to let go. She pulled herself up to her feet, feeling lightheaded and...strange. Tambry coughed and rolled over onto her stomach where she began catching her breath in huge, painful-sounding gulps of air, punctuated by sobs.
Looking down at Tambry, her best friend (former best friend?) the girl she loved, laying there, crying, helpless, half-strangled, made Wendy realize what the strange feeling was. Her cunny...her pussy, was throbbing. And in one transcendent moment she realized that she could do anything she wanted, and Tambry couldn’t stop her.
Tambry only put up a feeble resistance when Wendy pulled the dark purple dress from her body. She tried to crawl away when Wendy began pulling her leggings off, but that just made it easier to get them off her legs. Then Wendy began stripping herself. Laying on top of Tambry to hold her in place, she pulled the overalls down to her waist, then yanked off her white t-shirt. For a moment she just enjoyed the sensation of rubbing her flat, freckled chest against Tambry’s bare back, her hard little nipples stroking over Tambry’s dark skin.
Then she reached down and wriggled and pushed the tight denim garment, along with her panties, down to the point that she could kick them off along with her shoes. Now that they were both naked, Wendy rolled Tambry onto her back so that they were face to face. Tambry immediately began to struggle harder, grabbing Wendy’s shoulders and pushing her away. But Wendy just put one hand on Tambry’s throat, and the smaller girl froze. “I’ll choke you again,” Wendy threatened.
Tambry went limp, crying helplessly. “Noooo, please, please dooooon’t!” Wendy had never felt more powerful in her entire life, and it felt so good. She slid up Tambry’s body so that her nipple, pearl pink and hard like a little pencil eraser, was right in Tambry’s face.
“Suck!” she ordered in a ragged voice, panting. With a tearful whimper, Tambry obeyed, closing her lips around the little nub of flesh and sucking on it as hard as she could. It felt so much better than when Wendy just played with her nipples with her fingers. Wendy began rolling her hips against Tambry’s belly, making the skin slick with her juices. After a few moments, she made Tambry switch to the other nipple.
Wendy slid down and began rubbing her chest against Tambry’s, just enjoying the sensation of her nipples rubbing against her friends’. She held Tambry around the shoulders in what might have seemed like a loving embrace, if not for the pitiful, miserable way Tambry was still crying. Wendy opened her mouth and started kissing and sucking and even gently biting on her friend’s neck. Tambry groaned, “Nooooo...” but didn’t try to pull away. Wendy didn’t know it, but she was leaving a hickey that Tambry would have to hide for days.
The redhead moved up and began licking Tambry’s cheeks, lapping the salty tears from them. Tambry gagged, turning her head away, but Wendy quickly reached up and held her by the chin. “Don’t like it?” she panted. “Too bad!” She slid her hand down to Tambry’s neck again, and her friend’s eyes immediately flew open wide with terror, even though Wendy wasn’t doing anything but resting her hand there. Wendy felt amazing...her cool, older best friend and crush was literally shaking beneath her.
“Open up,” she commanded, and, looking sick, Tambry obeyed. With a cruel smirk Wendy drew her head back and spat right into the other girl’s mouth. Then she used the hand that had been on her neck to hold Tambry’s mouth closed. “Swallow.” For a moment, it looked like Tambry might actually throw up, but with a tearful shudder, she did as she was told. A wave of pure pleasure made Wendy squirm on top of the smaller girl’s body, and she spit right in Tambry’s face one last time, giving into the urge to degrade the target of her anger even more.
Then Wendy slid all the way down Tambry’s small form and spread her thighs open. Tambry clenched her eyes shut and covered her face with a fresh wave of tears, but was still too frightened of being strangled again to resist. Without hesitation Wendy opened her mouth and attacked Tambry’s delicious little mound. She didn’t hold back...she sucked and kissed and licked and did everything she’d ever wanted to. She ran her tongue up and down Tambry’s slit and in and out of her little hole, feasting on the sweet, salty taste of her best friend’s pussy like she’d never been allowed to.
Finally, Wendy indulged one of her greatest fantasies. She wiggled back up until she could feel that their pussies were facing each other. She took Tambry’s hands from her face, bringing them down to her sides so she could thread their fingers together, holding both hands tight. Then, as she brought her lips to Tambry’s quivering mouth for a kiss, she began rubbing her pussy against Tambry’s.
She was breathing Tambry’s breath and invading her mouth with her tongue as her pussy rubbed wetly against her friend’s sex. It felt so good, and every little cry, every little whimper Tambry made just made it better. Wendy couldn’t even think, just kept humping against Tambry’s body, sucking on her tongue, everything disappearing into a fuzzy white haze…
And then Wendy froze and broke the kiss, crying out as the most powerful orgasm of her young life swept over her. She’d rubbed her pussy until the tingles got too much to bear before...but this was so different… a rush of pleasure that swept absolutely everything else away before it. She felt so much wetness pouring from her cunny, and it felt so good to rub it against Tambry’s skin, even if the sensory overload made her pull her hips back with a tingle like an electric shock.
Flush with the afterglow, she rolled over onto her back next to Tambry, pulling her friend close. To her surprise, Tambry went along more or less willingly. She was still crying, and she buried her face in Wendy’s shoulder. “Shhhh,” Wendy soothed, rubbing her bare back. “Shhhh, it’s okay...it’s okay...it’s gonna be okay...”
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Back in the present, Wendy started as Tambry’s car rolled to a stop. She’d been so lost in her memories, she hadn’t even noticed they were at Wendy’s cabin. She looked at the darkened windows, then at Tambry’s face, devoid of emotion and illuminated by the screen of her phone, which of course she’d picked up the moment she’d put the car in park.
Feeling nostalgic, Wendy slid over to the side of the car facing away from the cabin and opened the door, swinging her legs out. She didn’t get out, though. Instead, she undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, panties and all. “Hey, Tambry, get over here,” she directed. Tambry paused, glanced in the backseat, and sighed. Without a word, she left her phone in the cupholder and got out of the car and crouched down between Wendy’s legs.
Wendy was still pretty wound up from the events of the evening, not to mention remembering what had happened all those years ago. And Tambry’s tongue was almost magical, sliding through Wendy’s folds and teasing her clit with skill born of lots and lots of practice. Wendy could feel her climax building right away. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s how you do it,” Wendy moaned under her breath, leaning back. She supported herself with one hand on the seat behind her, while her other hand stroked through Tambry’s purple hair.
Tambry’s tongue slid across Wendy’s clit and she used two fingertips to push in and out of Wendy’s quivering, dripping hole at the perfect pace. In no time at all, Wendy felt the lovely, warm rush of a very familiar orgasm...nothing earth-shattering, but the kind of gentle climax that really took the edge off. She curled her toes blissfully and held Tambry’s face against her pussy for a moment, then sighed and relaxed. “Fuck me, you’re good at that,” she sighed happily.
She slid out of the car, helping Tambry to her feet and giving her a quick kiss, licking her own juices from Tambry’s mouth. “Even if Mabel’s my girlfriend, you’ll always be my girl,” she told her friend, giving her a squeeze. Tambry smiled faintly and nodded.
Wendy pulled her pants up and went inside, and Tambry turned around, heading back up the dirt road back to town. As the cabin’s porch light dwindled in the distance, Tambry sighed again.
Sorry kid, she said to herself. I thought maybe if she thought you were making me jealous...but I guess she likes you more than me after all.
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