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author: Uncle Grumbles 
title: Tam and Claire 5/5 
summary: Yes, yes, what we've all been waiting for.  
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myfile: tamclaire-ch5-v1p-m72.txt

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Story Code note: I could plausibly have put Fdom or bd on this chapter,
but having sampled other works with those codes, think that would
amount to false advertising in this case.

If this sort of thing bothers you, fair warning: Not everything
that happens here is politely negotiated between two equals in age
or experience. At no time, however, does either character seriously
intend to humiliate the other for sexual gratification.

If you think I've handled this badly, please let me know.

Feedback, positive or negative, is very welcome, and will help me do 
better next time, if the lightning strikes again, and there is a next 
time.

A kind word in email is as good as gold here, and a lot cheaper. 

  grumbles at linux mail spot org

OK? OK.

Ready and set and Here. We. Go:
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Tam and Claire, Chapter 5:...And Fugue.

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[recap: Tam is staying with her Uncle Carl and Aunt Claire over summer
vacation. She's developed something of a crush on her Auntie. She's
also turned out to be simpatico with her infant cousin, Erica. Uncle
Carl, away on business, had stopped by to deliver the news, with an
engineer's characteristic bluntness, that Tam's Mom had assaulted a
cop who, quite properly, was trying to arrest her. Carl left sorely
chagrined at the devastating effect his news had on his niece. A
badly wounded Tam struck out against Claire, who had to take strong
measures to bring her back to an even keel. In the aftermath, Claire
taught Tam an ordinary but pleasurable skill, and introduced her
to the civilized enjoyment of strong drink. Carl and Claire brought
each other up to date on the phone. Over the next couple of weeks,
Tam and Claire have settled into a comfortable routine, excepting a
minor brush fire concerning proper attire. Uncle Carl has visited,
bearing a gift and relics of Tam's past. He also gave lessons in
household maintenance and dancing.]

Sunday it rained. Tam spent most of the day reading and playing with
Erica. Over lunch, Claire warned her that a neighbor girl would be 
coming by that afternoon to take Erica overnight. "Erica knows her; 
before you came, Melanie would help out when I needed the house to 
myself for a bit, like when Carl was coming home, or when I had to go 
out and run errands."

"So...are we going out to run errands?"

Claire gave Tam a look that made her blush and duck her head.

Melanie came and got Erica around three. Claire announced she was
going to start fixing dinner. Tam offered to help. "Buzz off, little
girl, and mind your own business," said Claire sharply. "Go weed,
or something."

Feeling a bit put out and a lot curious, Tam wandered off to
read in the sun room -- it's raining, Claire, don't you know it's
raining? Around six, just when Tam was plucking up her courage to
ask when they would eat, Claire appeared and said, "OK, time to get
ready for dinner."

"Get ready?"

"We dress for dinner tonight, Tam. Go shower, and when you're done,
come to my room."

Well, now! She took a long, hot shower, dried off, put on
her bathrobe, and knocked at Claire's door. Claire opened it
immediately. "Excellent! Perfect timing!" She was damp herself,
hair wound up in a towel.

"Sit right there on the bed and wait for me." Claire went out and
closed the door.

Tam sat on the bed, mystified, for about ten minutes. Claire knocked
once, and swept in. "OK, ready?" Tam nodded, although she had no idea
what she was ready for. Claire led Tam across the hall to her room,
opened the door.

"Ta-da!"

There were clothes laying on the bed, including a dress. Tam
couldn't remember ever wearing a dress; they just seemed like too
much trouble. Besides, they had no pockets.

"Now, Tam, listen to me. I know all this looks complicated, but it's
not really, I'm sure you can figure it out. Do your hair first, then
start at the top of the pile, and work your way down one piece at
a time, starting with the panties, and ending with the shoes. Then
wait here till I come for you, understand?"

"Wait here. Yes, Ma'am."

"That's what I like to hear, my obedient little dress-up doll. I
won't be long."

Claire whirled out of the room, giddy with excitement herself.

Tam went over to the bed, and studied the the clothes for a while and
wondered what she'd look like when she was all done. Well, there was
only way to find out.

She went to her dresser, and began to dry and brush her hair as Claire
had been teaching her to do.

When she was done, she shed her bathrobe on the floor, picked up the
panties, and stepped into them. Just like Claire had said, it was
really pretty simple; she couldn't imagine why she'd ever thought
dresses were complicated. After putting on the shoes, she walked
around the room a few times, and was glad of the forced practice. She
posed in front of the mirror. Finally, she sat on the edge of her bed,
hands folded in her lap, too impatient even to read.

After only a minute or two, the door knocked.

"Come in," she said, standing up.

Claire opened the door, and they both gasped.

Tam's dress was a rich blue with a thin, inverted triangle of white
ruffles down the front, covering the buttons. The ruffles came to a
point at the narrowest part of Tam's waist, where a white petticoat
helped bell the skirt out over her hips. The hem came to an inch or two
above her knees. The scooped neckline came down from her shoulders to
just barely above her bra revealing the budding swells. Black stockings
ran up into the skirt. The black shoes were perhaps a smidgen higher
and a smidgen steeper than the last pair, with closed toes, low sides,
and cups at the back that held her heels firmly in place, assisted
by straps going around her ankles.

Claire's was a golden peach shading to russet at the edges. The skirt
had long, thin pleats sweeping down from her waist. The neckline vee'd
down between her breasts, which her bra pressed together very nicely
indeed. White stockings showed beneath the dress, and her white shoes,
not much more than toe- and ankle-straps holding on the soles, added
almost no height, but had just enough heel to shape her calves. Her
shining black hair was gathered into a pony tail by a white stretchy
ruffle.

She wore a band of white lace about her neck, tied in the back with
a complicated, multi-loop bow; so tied, its ribbons barely came down
to her shoulders.

Her eyes were shining.

"Spin for me, pretty girl" said Claire. Tam spun, and her skirt
rose up so that Claire could see the lace tops of her stockings,
black stark against the pale flesh of her thighs. Claire laughed and
applauded. Tam glowed with pleasure.

Claire was beside herself. "Oh, Tam, you look delicious. I think I'll
just eat you up right here. No, I don't dare let the fish go. Fine,
then, fine. Gods, you are so very, very pretty."

Claire made a turn of her own. Tam pressed her hands to her mouth,
aching as the dress swung out.

"Now, a few finishing touches. Come back to my room, please." They went
back across the hall, and Claire sat her down at the vanity, blocking
her view of the mirror. She dabbed at Tam's lips, drew around her
eyes, even brushed at her lashes. She picked up a tiny glass bottle,
upended it against her finger, and touched Tam's throat. A fresh,
flowery smell greeted her nose.

Claire gave Tam a white, shiny box of thin cardboard.

"Open it, please." Tam fumbled with the lid, finally figuring out
that it opened clam-shell fashion.

A wide band of black ruffled lace nestled in its ribbons, which trailed
behind it when Claire lifted it out of the box. It looked to Tam to
be just the right size to go around her neck.

"Carl gave me mine, Tam. May I have the privilege of adorning you
with this one?"

Tam nodded, her throat tight. Claire had her stand and turn away. There
was something formal about the way Claire moved, about the way she
fastened it around her neck, ran her fingers through the ribbons,
draping them over Tam's shoulder.

Tam felt that somehow, she and Claire had just promised something to
each other. She couldn't wait to find out what it was.

When Claire was finished, she turned Tam to face her, held her hands,
and just...looked at her for a moment. She kissed Tam on the forehead.

She took Tam's shoulders and turned her around to the mirror, then
stepped to the side so they could see themselves together. She held
Tam's hand, fingers intertwined.

"Look at you, angel. Just...look at you."

Tam didn't want to look; surely, she thought, surely I will fade away
next to Claire. When she did, though, Claire's beauty only brought
out her own.

Her lips looked as if she had just licked them. She could have sworn
her eyes were at least half again bigger, yet she could not say
exactly why.

"Oh, Tam. I am speechless." As you may have noticed, this was a rare
thing for Claire.

She stepped back and drank in Tam's revealed beauty.

"Tam?"

"Claire?"

"Tam, my orchid, my iris, my love, may I see you to dinner?"

She held out her arm, Tam took it, and they swept through the house
to the dining room.

There were two place settings, facing each other across the center
of the table, but mats and napkins only, no plates, glasses, or
silverware. There was a low floral arrangement in the center, with
candles burning in silver sticks on either side. One setting had a
little silver bell standing next to it, which Claire chimed.

A girl Tam had never seen before came out of the kitchen dressed in
an ankle length, plain black dress with white cuffs buttoned at her
wrists. It moved rather stiffly. Her very crisp white apron and white
cap were modestly ruffled. Her white collar was closed at the throat
with a somewhat yellowed ivory cameo set in silver. Her auburn hair
was tightly bunned.

She bowed to Claire.

Claire nodded back. "You may begin."

Anne bowed again. "Ma'am." She returned to the kitchen.

"Anne was my first tutoring student when I was in college; tonight
she's earning college money herself as our cook and maid."

To Tam's surprise, the first thing Anne brought out was a camera, a big
professional looking rig which she wielded with casual expertise. She
posed Tam and Claire against the table, fired the shutter three times,
and showed Claire the back of the camera. Claire nodded, and Anne
returned to the kitchen. She flicked a switch and turned a dimmer
knob as she went through the door, leaving a pool of light over the
centerpiece, subdued but still revealing, like light from a northern
sky, like a little room within the room.

"For Uncle Carl," Claire said. "He wouldn't want to miss this. Let's
be seated." She pulled a chair out, took Tam's hand by the fingers
and showed her into it, then slid her up to the table. She sat down
in her own chair.

Tam blushed, slightly, at the thought of Uncle Carl seeing her
like this.

A moment later, Anne came out with a tray holding pairs of bowls,
spoons, and glasses. She had a white towel draped over her arm,
which she never used for the entire meal.

It was the longest, best, and yet in some ways the most frustrating
meal Tam had ever eaten. Seven or eight dishes came out one after
another, Tam and Claire both receiving their own single, very small
serving of each delicious one. Each came with its own beverage in
various small glasses: several fruit juices, sweet iced tea with mint,
milk, even plain ice water; each was a perfect match for the particular
dish. Seconds were not offered. By the end, Tam found herself barely
satisfied. She did not know her hunger was for more than food.

Anne drew absolutely no attention to herself whatsoever, yet it slowly
became clear to Tam that she was carefully directing the pacing of
the meal. She never interrupted any conversation, simply appearing at
natural pauses -- and increasingly, those pauses happened at exactly
the right moment, as all three of them found their rhythm. Tam dropped
a fork once, and a fresh one was in her hand so smoothly she almost
wasn't sure she'd dropped the original. Anne's attentions inspired
Tam to her own proper best.

Conversation concerned mostly small household affairs, but included
Erica, Carl, even Tam's best memories of her Mom. It came to her
that she was having a grown-up, no, an adult conversation, and that
these were not small affairs, not at all; instead she and Claire were
talking about their life together, the things that bound them to each
other and to those around them.

Likewise, as they recounted the Great Manure War, laughingly vying for
the honor of having committed the cruelest atrocity, Tam's voice was
stopped for a moment when it came to her that what they were really
talking about was how very, very much they loved each other.

Finally, Anne brought out two frosty glasses that looked like
smaller versions of the glasses Claire served cognac in, only not
so closed in at the tops. They were filled with what looked like tan
milkshakes. Anne whisked herself back into the kitchen.

Tam picked up the ridiculously tiny spoon that had been provided,
then paused.

"Claire?"

"Yes, my darling?"

"May we have our desert in the music room, please?"

"How...forward. Nevertheless, a delightful suggestion."

Claire chimed her little bell for only the second time in the entire
meal.

Anne appeared at the kitchen door. "Ma'am?"

"That will be all, Anne. You may retire for the night."

Tam stood up and bowed. "Thank you!" she said. "The food was delicious,
and you were wonderful!"

Anne returned a slightly deeper bow. "You are very welcome," she
said. "It has been my pleasure."

"I'll remember tonight's dinner forever, Miss Anne, and I know it
could not have happened without you."

Anne smiled a dimpled smile. Tam saw that under her severity, she
was actually very cute. "Lady Tam, I'm sure the rest of your evening
will be even better." Anne came over to Tam, hugged her lightly,
and whispered in her ear, "Mine was." She kissed Tam on the cheek,
stepped back, and looked Tam up and down. "You are very lovely tonight,
my Lady. I am honored to have served you and your mistress. I hope
I will see you again."

Anne walked back into the kitchen; Tam heard her clatter about for a
minute or two, then go out through the kitchen door to the driveway. A
moment later, a car started up and drove away.

Tam saw that Claire was nodding at her in approval.

"Tam, that was very well done, very gracious. If you ever have the
chance, in private, you should ask her about her cameo; she of all
people would not idly call you Lady -- and Tam, I do not think it
was merely because of your praise." She smiled, wickedly. "Not that
I won't turn you over my knee again when you need it. Shall we to
the music room?"

===

Music played quietly. Claire sat on the couch with her feet curled
under her; Tam sat as close to her as she could and still work
her glass and spoon. The milk shake turned out to be a very rich
coffee-chocolate flavor, and despite her best efforts to savor it,
and the tiny spoon, it was gone all too soon. She stared forlornly
into her glass, thinking that a lady probably would not lick out the
last traces.

"Ah, my little sweet tooth, did you not get enough?"

"It was just so delicious!"

"Not, I think, as delicious as you. Here, I still have a bit left."

Claire put her feet down, and put Tam's glass and spoon on the end
table. She raised an elbow next to Tam, inviting a cuddle.

She then astonished Tam by holding her glass directly under Tam's
mouth, sticking in a couple of fingers, and scooping up a bit of
the shake.

"Open your mouth, my sweet."

"...What?"

"Before it melts, please."

Tam discovered she wanted Claire's fingers more than the ice cream.

She leaned forward and opened her mouth.

Claire put her fingers in, and Tam closed her lips around them. Claire
pulled them slowly back out through Tam's lips.

Claire did it twice more.

"Wanna lick the spoon?" She tickled Tam's lips with her fingers. Tam
licked first one finger, then the other.

She found herself wishing that Claire had fed her the entire meal
from her hand.

Claire's glass still had one last mouthful.

"I think we should share this one, Tam. But you'll have to come and
take it."

Tam twisted around and looked up at her.

Claire tilted her glass, and the last swallow slid between her
lips. She leaned towards Tam, her mouth slightly open.

Tam was very naive; there were many things she did not know about and
did not understand, and even some things she could not let herself
know or understand.

But she was not remotely stupid, and she knew better than to turn
down what Claire was offering her, though she did not know exactly
what it was. That sun room cliff had indeed only been the first step,
and she did not want to turn back now.

She opened her lips.

Claire kissed her, and her tongue pushed out the last of the
coffee/chocolate richness into Tam's mouth.

Tam swallowed.

She pulled her head back, looking at Claire's lips.

"Claire?"

"Yes, my chick?" Tam ducked her head; she knew exactly what Claire
was talking about, about how momma birds fed their babies. Then she
looked up again, with a small smile.

"I...I think I left a drop...."

She turned a little more, raised her face, put her lips on Claire's
lower lip, and pulled away, wiping it clean.

She paused for a moment, staring into Claire's eyes. Claire's hand
came up to Tam's cheek, lightly brushed the hair back, rested on the
back of her neck. Then she pulled Tam to her.

Their mouths were open when they kissed.

Tam discovered that having Claire's tongue in her mouth thrilled her
to her marrow. She discovered that if she put her tongue in Claire's
mouth, Claire would close her lips over it; it was a wonderful feeling
when she pulled it back out. She discovered that Claire nibbling her
lips was every bit as nice as her nibbling Claire's. She discovered
that simply kissing Claire with their mouths open was far better than
simply kissing on the lips.

She discovered that Claire kissing her ears and whispering gods knew
what into them tickled, but in a way that did not make her want to
laugh, though it made her shiver all the way down to her bottom.

She discovered that she wanted to put her hands...somewhere else,
she wasn't sure where. That Claire's hand was now on her lower back,
and that she wanted it...lower still. Why, she wasn't sure.

She discovered that she was in a rather awkward pose. That she could
not put her mouth every where she wanted to. That she had to breath.

She discovered, to her dismay, that she needed to pee. She
couldn't think how to announce this, when Claire, to her relief and
disappointment, said the same.

"I'll go first, if you'll take the dessert glasses to the kitchen."

They stood up, and went on their errands. In the kitchen, Tam
discovered her mouth was dry. She got out glasses, put ice in them,
and brought out the pitcher of lemonade. She filled her glass, and
took a few sips to cleanse her mouth. She put everything on a tray,
and carried it back to the music room, where Claire was fiddling with
the music system.

"Why, Tam, Dunga Tam, thank you! Well done!"

She filled her glass and sipped. Tam had to tear herself away from
the sight of her lips on the glass, but somehow, watching her just
made the urge to pee even stronger.

When she got back, Claire was standing in the middle of the room,
arm outstretched, palm up.

"My pretty blue butterfly, would you care to dance?"

Tam had thought nothing would be worth breaking the kiss, but now
the thought of dancing with Claire...She came to her Lady, and took
her hand, fingers interlacing. As she had been taught, she moved into
Claire's embrace, putting her free hand on Claire's shoulder, while
feeling Claire's slip across her shoulder and on to her back. There was
a pause, and the music began. It was a piece that they had practiced
with; Tam found that Claire's lessons, and Uncle Carl's challenges,
made it easy. During the lessons, her concentration had been on her
feet, on counting, but it was all coming together now, and Tam could
feel the music simply flowing through her, guiding her feet as Claire
guided her body.

The music ended, and Tam found they were beside the lemonade. They
drank a few swallows each.

Deep, slow horns signaled the next piece.

They moved into each other arms. Once underway, the music a little
faster, a little more complex. Claire dared her into some turns
and dips, and Tam accepted, laughing. Thank you Uncle Carl! Tam's
awareness of her feet began to fade.

Again the music stopped, and again they were by the drink tray,
warm and more than a little thirsty now. They sipped their drinks
and drank in each other.

There were gentle horns, graced by single flute notes like perfectly
singing birds. Claire held out her hand for Tam, but then pulled her
in so they both faced the same direction, back to belly, Claire's hand
across Tam's tummy. Strings soared out. Claire stepped her through
the intro, which began to build...and paused. Tam found herself face
to face with Claire, who kissed her three times, once for each of
three plucked notes.

Then the Blue Danube swelled up around them, and for the first time
in her life, Tam...Danced.

True, it was arranged for beginners, with some of the trickier passages
elided, yet like Uncle Carl, it asked of her things she did not know
she could do until she did them. All her attention was on Claire,
on Claire's hand on her back, on Claire's face, on Claire's eyes, on
Claire's mouth, on the wonderful freedom of Claire guiding her about
the room. She caught occasional glimpses of their skirts belling out,
and wished she could...stand out side herself, and see them together.

They flew.

Suddenly, the music paused, and Tam found herself still once
again. Claire did not let go, and the music sedately stepped them
through its last few measures, and finally ended with its grand
flourish.

Claire held her, eyes glowing, cheeks flushed, breathing a little
hard. She was bending Tam over backwards, but Tam could not remember
how that had come to happen. Tam's hands were behind Claire's
neck. Claire bent forward, and kissed her. Kissed her very, very
thoroughly.

Some time later, she pulled Tam upright.

"Claire, please, may I kiss you some more?"

Claire smiled. "Kiss me, my darling, kiss me as much as you like."

Tam kissed Claire on her neck, below the choker, then between her
collarbones.

She kissed Claire in the hollow between her breasts. She looked up
into Claire's eyes.

"Please....may I...may we...?"

She did not know what she was asking for; she only knew that if she
did not get it, she might well die.

Claire kissed Tam's mouth, the corners of her mouth, her neck,
her collarbones, the little swells of the tops of her breasts. She
kissed them in light, brief touches. Her hands were on Tam's hips,
steadying her, and Tam needed steadying.

Claire straightened, ran her finger under the edge of Tam's neckline
and down, ending between her breasts. She tugged at the top button.

"Tam, my sapphire, my bluebird, my sky, your being in it makes this
a beautiful dress. But Tam, it is not as beautiful as you, and it is
in my way. Would you take it off for me?"

Tam could not move. She desperately wanted it gone, but she could
not move. Her head shook, ever so slightly.

"You...Please?" A thought came to her, and she put on a little mock
pout. "I did put it on."

Claire laughed and kissed Tam's forehead.

Her hands opened the first button, fluttering against Tam's chest. She
kissed the skin behind it. There were five more buttons. Behind each
button, skin waited for its kiss.

Claire pulled ruffles aside, and kissed Tam on her exposed belly. Tam
made a tiny sound in her throat.

Claire pushed the dress off Tam's shoulders, and helped her take her
arms out of the sleeves. She pulled it over Tam's head, carefully
keeping her ribbons from tangling. She tossed the dress aside, on to
the back of the couch, not at all casually, but it had served its
purpose. She smoothed the ribbons down Tam's back, and settled her
hair with her fingers.

"Turn around." Claire undid the elastic loop at the waist of the
petticoat, slid it down, helped Tam step out of it. On to the couch
it went.

She caressed Tam's thigh through the stocking, and stood up.

"Turn." Tam turned to face her.

Tam was left with the black lace choker and its ribbons trailing down
her back, black lace bra, black stockings going almost to the tops of
her thighs, and black, high cut lace panties. The bra and panties were
more lace than black. Tam's legs filled out the stockings, stretching
the mesh so that it shaded her leg's contours. And the shoes. Oh,
yes, thought Claire, the shoes. Tam was a natural with heels, even
while dancing, and that boded very well indeed. She decided to leave
them on for the time being.

Claire vowed to herself that, sooner or later, one way or another,
she would get to spend some time, preferably several hours, admiring
Tam in this state. But she knew that neither of them had the patience
for that now.

Tam quailed under the intensity of Claire's gaze. She put her hands
over her breasts, lightly, unconsciously. It was the Shy Tam, and
Claire cherished this glimpse of her. She knew it might well be
her last.

She turned Shy Tam's face to her own, and bent to kiss Shy Tam's
cheek. She put her hands on Shy Tam's shoulders, gave her a tiny shake.

"You are very beautiful, my Tam, and I want to look at you."

Claire took Tam's wrists, pulled them up to kiss the knuckles, then
pushed them down to Tam's waist, and held them there a second. "Stay,"
she commanded. She gazed at Tam for a few moments more, touching her
face, her hair, her neck.

She sighed, then, and put her hands on Tam's shoulders. "Turn." Tam
turned away. Claire's hands went around her, just below the bra. This
time, of course, Tam knew exactly what would happen. Almost.

This time, Claire's hands paused as they slipped under the bra,
cupping and massaging Tam's breasts. This time, she stood that way
for a long moment, holding Tam to her, kissing Tam's head, her neck,
her ears... nibbled her earlobes. Then she scooped Tam's breasts out
of the bra. "Arms up." She slipped the frilly, scant encumbrance up
and off, again guarding the ribbons from tangling. Then the bra, too,
was on the back of the couch.

"Turn.... Oh, Tam, my Tam, your breasts are so lovely." She bent,
and placed one long and lingering kiss on each nipple, then again
trailed kisses down Tam's belly. Tam was nearly crying; she did not
know why, and she kept squeezing her legs together.

Claire came to the top of the panties, and fingered the waist band.

"Tam, my pearl, my egg, my white dove, granted, these, too, are lovely,
and granted, there is not much of them, but they, too, are in my way."

She stood, and took her hands away from Tam's body. Tam almost grabbed
them back, but stopped herself, and waited.

"Tam, if I take this off, you are mine.

"I can stop now, mind, and put the dress back on, and button you
up, and we can spend a lovely evening dancing and listening to
music. Perhaps we could have some cognac.

"But Tam, if I now unveil your most sacred place, so that I may see
and touch and taste your beauty in its fullness, you are mine to do
with as I please. It will please me to please you, my heart, but we
stand at the edge of the fields you know, and I would guide you far
beyond them. If you would go there, Tam, say 'Yes', and give yourself
to me, and make me your Lady, and promise to do as I bid."

Tam nodded.

"No, Tam, you must say it. Say yes or no, and say it now."

It was a moment before Tam could unstick her throat, and when her
answer came, it was barely audible, thick and strangled.

"Yes." Her voice now unbound, it strengthened. She reached out,
took Claire's hands, and held them on her hips. "Yes, Claire, please
undress me, please put your hands on me, please put your mouth on
me, please look at me and touch me and ta... taste me. You know I am
already yours, and you know you are already my Lady." Her eyes were
shimmering. "Don't tease me anymore, Claire, Please don't. Please
do what you want with me, and show me what to do, because I don't
know. Please, Claire."

Claire slipped her hands under the waistband, cupping Tam's bottom
as she had cupped her breasts under the bra, and slowly pulled the
black wisp down onto Tam's thighs. She stopped to kiss Tam directly on
the little golden tuft guarding the top of her cleft. That Smell was
strong, but sweet, and Tam's nether lips were visibly moist and slick.

Somehow Tam managed to keep standing despite her weak knees.

Claire pulled Tam's panties down to her ankles. She helped Tam step
out of them, and tossed them on the dress, the petticoat, and bra. She
moved her hands back up Tam's thighs, smoothing and straightening
the stockings as she always did, Tam's legs shivering like those of
a nervous racehorse.

Not without some effort of will, Claire stood again. She cupped Tam's
face in her hands, and kissed her. Her hands went to Tam's neck and
turned the lace around so Tam's ribbons came in front. Claire smoothed
the ribbons down between Tam's breasts, down to her cleft. When she
got to the end, she picked them up, stepped back, letting them run
through her fingers, and simply looked at Tam -- at her golden hair,
her huge gray eyes, her sweet open mouth, the breasts and nipples,
the slender legs, the promising hips, the perfect cleft.

Ever so gently, she tugged on the ribbons.

"Come to me, Tam."

Like a leash, Tam realized. She has me on a leash. There was a small
flare of resentment, even a trace of fear. Then it passed.

She had given herself to one she loved, and trusted, and would do
whatever was asked of her. To Tam, the sight of Claire's hand on her
ribbons was like Claire's lips on her neck.

She came to Claire's embrace, laid her head between Claire's breast
for a moment. Claire took her chin, and turned her face up for a kiss.

After a moment, Claire put her hands on Tam's shoulders and set her
back a pace. She still held the ribbons.

"You are mine now, Tam, and now you must make me yours. I undressed
you, now you must undress me. You may begin with my shoes." She sat,
and extended a foot.

Tam knelt, undid the latch, slipped the off the shoe, then did the
other foot.

Claire put out her hands. "Help me up, please." Tam stood and took
her hands. When Claire came up, Tam almost staggered; she had not
expected to have to brace herself. She'd know better next time.

Claire lifted Tam's hands and kissed her fingers, then placed them
between her breasts.

"Unbutton me, my lamb. I know you can work buttons, I've seen you
do it."

Tam fumbled the first button, but got it open. Her hands slowly moved
down Claire's front, down her belly.

"Good. Now help me out of my sleeves, and pull the dress down so I
can step out of it."

Tam stood back up, and peeled Claire out of her dress, laying it over
her own on the couch.

Claire stood in white lace, everywhere Tam had been black.

"Oh, Claire, I don't think...You are like a perfect cake! I don't
want to eat the frosting!"

Claire laughed. It was so like her own thought on seeing Tam at
this stage.

"Lovely of you to say, my Tam, but the cake is better, or so I must
believe. Undress me!"

She turned her back, and Tam thought, Oh! Bra strap! She pushed aside
Claire's thick ponytail, fumbled at the bra catch, got it open, and
let the bra fall to the front. She slipped the straps off Claire's
shoulder, Claire passing the ribbons from one hand to the other to
avoid tangling. Tam tossed the bra towards the couch, but missed,
and it slid to the floor. Tam did not notice.

"My hair. Put your hand in the band, spread your fingers to open it,
then pull my hair through."

Tam managed this without too much trouble. Free, Claire's hair spread
over her back in a thick, black veil.

Claire turned to face her.

"Well done, Tam."

Her nipples were standing out. Tam longed to kiss them, to suckle,
to put her hands on them. But her Lady had told her what she must do
to earn the privilege.

She put her hands out to Claire's hips, put her hands under the
waistband, cupped Claire's lush bottom. She looked up at Claire,
who nodded.

"Yes, my Tam, my darling, yes please undress me and look at me and
touch me and taste me. Undress me and make me your lover."

Tam knelt and pulled the panties down, and Clair stepped out of them,
ribbon hand on Tam's shoulder for balance.

Tam, in her turn, moved her hands slowly up Claire's legs, smoothing
the stockings, adjusting the seams.

She came face to face with Claire's black, curly thatch. She leaned
forward and kissed it, right where Claire had kissed her yellow
one. She reached out her hand, and brushed her fingers through the
curls, pressing the mound at the top and the swelling on either
side. She placed a finger at the line between the two lips -- and
it slid inside! Startled, she pulled it back. Her finger was wet and
slippery. She smelled her finger; it smelled of Claire. The taste was
very faint. Fascinated, she put her finger between the two lips again,
and slowly traced it up.

Claire put her hand on Tam's head. Tam looked up.

"All in good time, my love. All in good time."

She tugged on Tam's ribbons, and led her to the center of the floor.

"Shall we dance?"

Once again the music started.

Claire held Tam close. Tam's face nestled into Claire's throat. The
music was slow, languorous, with an easy rhythm to it, and Tam lost
herself in the feel of Claire's body against her own. The shoes
brought Tam up high enough that Claire's nipples brushed against
her own breasts, and by standing on tip-toe and timing just right,
she could make her nipples brush Claire's. The first time she managed,
Claire gave her a warm, throaty chuckle, and after that it was a game,
Tam lifting and Claire dipping.

With every step of the waltz, Tam felt her entire body kissing
Claire's.

Claire's knee began to slip between Tam's thigh. Tam found this
intrusive and annoying at first, but then she began to invite it,
opening her legs, trying to press herself against Claire's thigh. For
the second time in her life, a very strange, very powerful feeling
began to concentrate between her legs.

Claire stepped back, letting the ribbons trail between her fingers,
ever so gently tugging at Tam's neck.

Tam stopped. Had she done something wrong? But Claire was smiling,
swaying easily to the music, tugging the ribbons back and forth.

Tam began to sway to keep the collar from chaffing. Then: She has
me on a leash. Really a leash! She's...what? What is she doing? Tam
stiffened.

Claire stepped in, embraced Tam, putting the ribbon hand just below
her shoulder blades, and swatted her bottom, once, lightly, with the
other hand, then stepped back again, stepping and swaying in place.

She said nothing, but smiled a slightly mocking smile.

Tam felt the anger rise up. She hadn't done anything!

The ribbons tugged. Tam stood fast.

Claire stepped in and again embraced her. Tam tried to wiggle
out, but before she could -- swat! There was little force to it,
just...correction. A token of command.

Claire stepped back, still smiling, still dancing.

"Dance for me, my pet. I want to watch you dance."

Tam's hand went back to her bottom, which stung out of all proportion
with the negligible force. My pet? She put her hand on the ribbons to
reclaim them...but saw that Claire was holding them only by thumb and
forefinger, smiling and daring Tam to take them -- no, Tam thought,
daring her to let them be.

Daring her to be her pet.

Tam began to sway, just to buy time, to think.

"Dance for me, music box girl. I want to watch you dance."

Once more she balked. Once more Claire stepped in. Tam tried to evade
the hug, but Claire was too fast. Swat!

"Be a good girl, Tam. Dance for me....No, hands down, Tam."

Tam snatched her hands away from her bottom. Then, defiance radiating
from her face, she put them back.

Claire laughed.

She moved in. Tam braced herself, prepared to block the strike.

This time, though, Claire stooped and actually lifted Tam a little
off the ground with one arm, and Tam found her arms going around
Claire to brace herself. Swat! Swat! Swat! Good ones, this time,
with some real sting to them -- but no anger. All the anger was Tam's.

Claire put her back down, and stepped away, gently swaying, gently
tugging at the ribbons.

"Dance for me, Tam. Be my good, pretty little girl, and dance for me,
as you said you would."

Promise you will do as I bid, Claire had said. This was not what she
had expected...but she had promised, asked to be told what to do. Tam
began to dance, stiff with resentment at the trick. She kept her hands
at her side. The sting in her bottom began to fade, but also to spread.

Somehow, it moved between her legs. Somehow, it rose up in her
face. Somehow, it knotted in her throat, right behind from where the
ribbons sprang.

Tam began to follow Claire's own steps. As her body loosened, so did
the sting in her throat. The heat in her bottom and between her legs,
though, did not abate, but began to concentrate into a well of longing
and need.

She danced out at the very end of the ribbons, seeking the feel of
Claire's hand caressing her neck through them. Claire began to tug
first this way, then that.

Tam had once seen a boy flying a model airplane at the end of a pair
strings tied to a handle. He had led the plane around in circles,
buzzing through swoops and loops, landings and take offs. His girl
friend had held up a long stemmed flower, and the boy had guided
the plane right into the bloom, shredding it with the propeller. The
plane had seemed to want to escape, yet Tam had understood that the
strings not only guided the plane through its maneuvers, but actually
kept it in the air -- if the strings had broken, the plane would have
immediately crashed into the ground.

Tam thought she knew now exactly how the plane felt; she craved escape,
yet could not fly alone and free.

Tam saw that if she mis-stepped, turned the wrong way at the wrong
moment, or -- horrors!-- stumbled, the ribbons would pull from between
Claire's fingers. Claire would laugh, make some joke, reassure her
that she was a good, sweet little girl, ask her if she wanted to stop
and rest....

Intolerable!

She studied Claire's movements, seeking her slightest cues. The
resentment faded, and she began to revel in the feel of Claire's
hand on her ribbons, and more, in Claire's guidance. She knew that
without Claire, her dancing would be formless, centerless, that she
would stumble or merely sway, rooted in place.

Claire guided her all about the room, turning and moving back and
forth.

More, at the end of the ribbons, Claire and Tam could dance together
and watch each other, as they could not while in each other's
arms. Claire admired Tam's artless, unknowing grace, her short hair
bobbing around her face, her cleft flashing out between her thighs,
framed by the black stockings.

Tam drank in the vision of Claire's hips and breasts swaying, her
hair flowing down her back and over her bottom. She loved the look
of Claire's stockings and the lace at her throat against her golden
skin. She hoped one day she could move like Claire moved, like water
running, like leaves blowing, like a flag waving.

At one and the same time, she ached for both her freedom and the feel
of Claire's hands on her body.

The music drew to a close. Tam and Claire stopped, breathing
hard. Claire pulled Tam to her, by the ribbons, drew her in to a
delicious hug. Tam wrapped her arms around Claire and kissed her
throat. Claire ran her hands down Tam's sides to her bottom.

Swat! Light, but firm.

Tam jerked back, but to no avail. "What? What was that for?"

Claire smiled down at her, then kissed her open, angry mouth.

"Because you wanted it, Tam. Because you want my hand on your
butt. Because you like it when I do that, don't you?"

It was true. Tam wanted Claire's hand on her bottom again. She wanted
Claire's hands on her on whatever terms Claire demanded and wherever
Claire choose to put them. She stared at Claire, who was still smiling
at her with just a hint of mockery.

Tam fell to her knees, unable to stand. She wanted to run away,
but there was no where to go where she could escape her own desire.

This is not, the thought came to her, this is not the way a Lady
behaves with another Lady she loves.

She pulled herself together, kneeling now before her Lady, by choice
and not in weakness, and put her arms around Claire's legs. She felt
Claire's hands running through her hair.

"Just so you know, Tam. Just so you know I'm giving you what you need,
not just taking what I want. Understand?"

Tam nodded, her face in Claire's thighs.

"Kiss me, Tam, my banner, my kite, my little bird on a string. Kiss
me...right...there."

Tam lifted her face, and stared at Claire's pee-place. She kissed
the thatch on Claire's mound, then moved down, kissing the swollen
lips on either side. Claire shuddered slightly.

"Oh, Tam. You have such a sweet, sweet mouth. Let me show you how to
use it."

Claire tugged again on Tam's ribbons, pulling her up.

"There's a blanket over there in that stack, the yellow and white
one. Drape it over the seat of the couch, yellow side up, and onto
the floor."

Claire let go of the ribbons. Tam almost fell over, as if they had
indeed been holding her up,though there had been no tension in them
at all. She went to get the blanket, spread it out. It was a thick
comforter, cased in some soft plushy cloth. It crinkled oddly as she
unfolded it.

Claire was pouring lemonade. "Take a drink, sweetie. Wet your whistle."

Tam picked up a glass. "Now, Tam, another ritual, usually done with
wine, but...Put your glass to my lips, Tam, and I will give you mine."

It could have been awkward, but after the dance, they read each
others' cues instinctively, and taking drink from each other's hand
was as natural as drinking from their own. After only a few swallows,
Claire broke, and they each finished their own.

They put their glasses down. Claire reached out with her now cold
fingers, and fondled Tam's nipple. Tam twitched, and raised her hand,
but Claire caught it, and held Tam in place. She bent, and kissed
the nipple, stroking it with her tongue -- a tongue cold with a bit
of ice Claire held in her mouth.

Tam flinched back, but Claire held her with an arm around her
shoulders. The nipple perked up.

Claire moved to the other nipple.

She took up Tam's ribbons, and led her over to the couch, and sat
her at the edge, on the blanket.

After laying the ribbons across Tam's lap, she lifted Tam's feet,
caressing the calf, and took off her shoes, kissing the ankle behind
the buckle of the straps; the stockings were so thin, so stretched,
Tam could easily feel her lips almost as if they were on bare skin.

After the second shoe was gone, she stroked Tam's leg, moving up
to her thigh, but stopped just above Tam's knee. She looked up into
Tam's face, a peculiar hunger in her eyes.

"Open you legs for me, Tam. Open your legs for me and show me your
pretty cunny, your sweet cleft."

Cunny. Cleft. Tam liked those a lot better than pee-place, and giggled.

She set her feet a little wider, and let her knees fall open, hands
framing her...cunny.

There was a tightness in her chest, a tense eagerness in her voice.

"Look at me, Claire. Look at my cunny."

She pulled it apart, ever so slightly. She loved the feel of her own
thumbs pressing into her little blonde thatch.

Claire moved between Tam's legs, kneeling as a supplicant before
an idol.

She leaned forward and kissed all around Tam's cunny, starting at the
tops of her thighs and just below her tummy, circling in closer and
closer. Tam felt...felt...felt that whatever it was that was going
to happen, she wanted it to happen NOW.

She stroked Claire's hair, lifting it to her face, breathing in
its fragrance.

Claire kissed her tuft, moved down to the bottom of her cleft.

Her tongue slipped inside, and slowly came up again, stopping a little
before the top.

Kisses down, tongue up. Again. Again. A little deeper, a little
further up each time.

Tam was making little "Oh!" sounds at each touch. Her hands were
frozen on Claire's head, and it was only with the greatest of effort
that she kept herself from pulling Claire's face into her cunny.

Claire's tongue reached the top of Tam's cleft, and Tam almost
shrieked. There was a spot of extraordinary tenderness there, that
little nubbin right THERE, yes! Claire licked the spot again, and
again, not quite directly on it, but pressing it on either side with
Tam's own flesh.

Claire pulled her head back.

"Look, Tam. Look at you." She put her finger at the bottom of Tam's
cleft, slipped it barely inside. Tam could see the long swellings of
the outer lips; they seemed puffier than usual, blushing hotly.

"Oh, Tam, such pretty petals for such a pretty flower." Claire lightly
ran her finger up, unzipping her inner lips.

"And...there...it... is." Claire's fingers stopped just short of
the swollen nubbin Tam could see poking out of the top of her cleft,
looking almost like another nipple. Tam had vaguely known it was there,
but it had never been so swollen, never had stood out so much, never
had been so...demanding. Tam found her hand on Claire's, holding it
off. She desperately wanted Claire to touch it, but didn't think she
could bear it.

Claire's other hand took Tam's, and moved it aside.

She leaned in again, pursed her lips, and blew on Tam's nubbin. Tam
whined in her throat, behind closed lips.

The tip of Claire's middle finger again went to the bottom of Tam's
cleft, parting the petals.

Then it slipped in to the first joint. Tam's world stopped.

Her legs squeezed Claire, trying to shut.

Claire's finger pulled out, slipped in, pulled out, slipped in,
deeper each time, until it was going in all the way.

Never had Tam seen anything as frightening and as wonderful as Claire's
finger probing in and out of her. And the feel....

Tam remembered the feel of Claire's nipples in her mouth, but that
had just been Tam covering the nipples, really.

There had been Claire's finger in her mouth, delivering cold sweetness,
but that was just a different kind of spoon.

There had been Claire's tongue in her mouth, shocking in its way,
but after all, there was always a tongue in Tam's mouth.

There had been the wedge pillow and Claire's knee between her thighs,
forcing her legs apart, both, Tam knew, pressing to get where Claire's
hand was now. But both had been too large, too clumsy.

Claire's finger in Tam's cunny, her cleft, was...new. Entirely
new. Tam had never had anything in there before, she hadn't known
until now that she could even have anything in there. And Claire
had simply...gone in, without warning or leave, pressed her way into
Tam's secret-even-from-herself sanctum.

In and out. In and out. Please, thought Tam. Please go in and stay
in and never come out.

She tried to...hug Claire's finger with her cunny. She did...something,
she wasn't sure what, felt herself tighten against Claire and release,
tighten and release.

It felt really, really good.

Claire stopped her strokes. No, paused, then made them shorter,
faster. She turned her finger side to side, rubbing all around the
tight, pulsing little passage.

Claire is inside me, Tam thought. It was at once maddeningly intrusive,
and maddeningly exciting. Her body was being invaded, and yet...it
felt like this was what her body was made for. Her cunny was there to
guard the cleft, the cleft was there to close the passage -- but the
passage was there, had always been there, unnoticed, waiting only and
simply to embrace Claire's finger. Tam had been empty, incomplete,
without Claire inside her.

Claire turned her palm up and began stroking a spot that sent warm
waves of pleasure through Tam's belly. Tam couldn't sit up anymore;
she fell against the back of the couch.

Then Claire again dipped her head, placed her mouth on directly on
Tam's nubbin, and began licking and sucking, finger still working
inside.

Tam did shriek now. She bucked and twisted. She did not know it,
but her one hand gripped Claire's hair. Claire's ribbon hand clamped
Tam's other hand to her side. She managed to keep her mouth on Tam's
nubbin, and her finger in Tam's cleft.

Tam's cunny exploded up her spine and into her head.

She arched upwards, held as wave after wave novaed through her.

Eventually, it burned itself out and faded. Claire sat down beside
her on the couch, cuddling her, stroking her hair, kissing her.

"There, there, baby. It's over. You were wonderful, Tam, wonderful
and beautiful and awesome. Shh, you're OK, my love, my lover, you're
fine, it's over now, shhh. Oh, Tam, I am so happy to be with you,
so proud to be your lover."

Tam turned her face to Claire, put her arms around her Lady,
kissed her.

"Oh, Claire, that was...you were...." She kissed Claire, deeply.

"I love you, Claire. I love you so much." It was all she wanted to say,
all she knew to say.

"I love you back, Tam. I've loved you since the day Carl introduced
you to me. You are so alive, Tam, so beautifully alive." She stopped,
then, and frowned. "There is one thing, though."

"What...?"

"Tam, my ravishing little succubus, you must learn not to pull my hair,
or I will have to tie you up first." She grinned her wicked grin.

"Oh! Oh, Claire, I'm sorry! Did I really?"

"Yes."

"Pulled your hair?"

Claire put her hand in Tam's hair, clenched, and gently shook her
head back and forth.

"Ow!" Laughingly.

"Yes, yes you did. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I think..." Claire's eyes narrowed, and she frowned again. "I think
you need to be punished."

Claire twisted around, grabbing at Tam to flip her over onto her lap.

"Hey! Stop! I said I was sorry!"

"Oh ho ho, sorry she says. Sorry's not enough! Didn't work for me,
as I recall! Lap! Now!"

Without thinking, Tam began to struggle, then was a little afraid,
remembering what Claire had said about defiance. Claire didn't
seem serious, though, allowing Tam to almost slip away before
laughingly pulling her back in to her arms. The ribbons seemed
forgotten. (Although in truth, Claire was carefully keeping them from
tangling, or wrapping around Tam's neck. Damn things were almost more
trouble than they were worth....) Claire got an arm around Tam's waist
and flipped her over her knees, and administered one or two good swats,
but Tam would not stay still.

"Now, bad girl, stop that thrashing about, or I'll have to break out
the big guns. Stop it! I mean it, now! Stop it or else!"

Tam stopped, but did not let go of the spanking hand she'd somehow
acquired. She was on her back now, smirking up at Claire.

"Or else what? Huh?"

"Or else...tickles!"

And Claire's free hand began poking and pinching at Tam's side,
right under her ribs.

Tam shrieked with laughter, doubling up to protect herself. This was a
mistake, because she let go of Claire's other hand. Now, no matter how
she turned and twisted, there was always something Claire could get to.

However, with her hands free, and Claire's occupied, Tam was delighted
to discover that Claire was herself susceptible, and attacked her
sides without mercy. In sheer self-defense, Claire stood up, dumping
Tam to the floor.

Tam kept her arms around Claire's waist, though, and kneeling,
mounted a belly-blubber assault.

Laughing helplessly, Claire gave in. "Stop! Stop! Truce! Oh, please! I
give up!"

Tam ceased fire. "You give up?"

"I give up. You win. I need to breath."

"I win!" Tam laid her head against Claire's belly while they both
caught their breath.

Then Tam noticed she had captured valuable territory.

She turned and kissed Claire's waist, and had the pleasure of hearing
Claire suck in a startled breath. She began to move down, laying
her claim.

Claire's hands moved moved through her hair, and she shifted to open
her legs just a little. Tam wrapped her arms around Claire's thighs,
pulling them apart a little more, and put out her tongue.

She tried to think what Claire must have done to her. She kissed and
licked her way up and down. At the bottom of Claire's cleft she probed
hard, trying to push her tongue into Claire's passage the way Claire's
finger had probed hers. It wasn't very far, but she could feel Claire
pulsing against the tip of her tongue, trying to capture it.

She pulled out and licked up, a long, slow stroke, ending at Claire's
nubbin. Tam tried to draw little circles around it.

Claire's hand were frozen in Tam's hair.

"Oh, that is so nice. So nice. Good Tam, sweet Tam. Do that...yes,
that...just like that...Uhn. Oh, Oh, No! Wait!"

Tam pulled back in alarm, looked up at Claire.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! What did I...?"

Claire hugged her head.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean...it's alright, you did everything
just right. It's just...just that I can't stand up when you do
that. You were too good, sweetie. So very good. Oh, Tam, you're a
natural at this."

But Tam knew she had made a misstep, done something that broke the
dance. She turned her face in, and kissed Claire's cunny lightly,
apologetically. Claire petted her hair.

"Here, I have an idea. Let's try this."

She broke away from Tam, went to an end table, and pulled out a wicker
basket holding several plastic bottles with colored, nozzled tops,
a roll of paper towels, a box of tissues, and a box of baby wipes.

She picked up a throw pillow and dropped it in front of the couch and
set the basket down next to it. She sat on the blanket, and laid back
to put the pillow under her head. She spread her legs and lifted one
knee to put her foot flat on the floor, and stretched the other leg
straight out.

She patted the thigh on her straight leg.

"Now, kneel down right here, and...."

Tam figured it out instantly. She knelt down and straddled Claire's
warm living leg as she had previously straddled an inert pillow. She
scooted forward, until her cunny pressed against Claire's. Tam looked
down, thrilled with the contact, and put her hand on Claire's thatch,
then on her nubbin, and rubbed it, softly pinching it between the
folds on either side. It began to swell.

"Ah! Yes! Good Tam! There's my good girl! Oo, gently, there,
softly...Ooh yes." For a few minutes, they gently rubbed against each
other, fingers pressing and rubbing whatever they could reach.

Then Claire reached for the basket. "Now...uh...now for my...mmmm! Hold
there for a moment, please, sweetie. Thank you. For my next trick..."

Claire brushed Tam's ribbons off to the side. She brought up a white
plastic bottle with a brown cap and popped it open. She squirted out
some kind of oil onto her fingers and reached up to rub it over Tam's
breasts; it had a faint, sweet, warm scent that Tam couldn't identify,
more kitcheny than flowery.

It felt really good, too, letting Claire's fingers slip over her
easily, like...like her tongue. It made Claire's fingers into ten
deft tongues. Her palms became two broad, strong ones.

Claire rubbed more oil on Tam's belly. It tickled at first, but Tam
put her hands on Claire's and it was more like her hands were doing
the rubbing, so it didn't tickle as much. Claire pressed a little
harder, too, and that helped.

"Here, do me now." Claire handed the bottle to Tam.

Tam began to rub oil onto Claire's breasts. Claire's hand came up.

"Easy, there, easy...when this is over, Tam, I'm going to need you
to nurse, OK?"

Tam grinned. She pulled at Claire's nipple, then bent down to suckle,
scooting back a little to get out from under Claire's leg. Suddenly she
realized she was still hungry...a little snack would be very nice....

But Claire put her hand -- once again holding her ribbons, Tam noticed
-- against her cheek. "Later, I said. You need to learn patience,
my delicious little pest; we can't do everything at once. Just the
oil, now."

Tam frowned and her face flushed. Claire tugged on the ribbons,
pulling Tam towards her, and patted her face fondly.

"Tam, Tam, Tam. That pouty face of yours is very charming, but it's
going to get you into trouble one of these days. Oil me now, there's
a good girl."

Claire braced against her elbows, pushing her self slightly into
Tam. Tam grunted, reminded of this new thing to try, and began
spreading oil into Claire's belly.

"Raise up a little, and get plenty in here." She patted the thigh
on her straight leg, and Tam obediently oiled the top of Claire's
thigh and the inside of her own. She wriggled as she worked, enjoy
the jostling it caused.

"Now the other -- don't goop it on, I don't want it running down. Just
enough on your fingers to get to where your leg rubs on mine. Scoot
back a little if you need to." Again, she did as she was told, but
got impatient and moved to squirt the bottle right where their thighs
merged at their cunnies.

Claire put her hands around Tam's, halting her, taking the bottle
from her. "Different bottle, there."

Claire leaned over, dropped the oil bottle into the basket and got
out another one, with a bright red cap and yellow body.

She waved it in Tam's face, and in a Texas saloon girl drawl announced,
"Cowgirl Claire's Custom Taco Sawce. Now, don'chya all worry none,
sugar pie, this here's the mii-ald version fer...Yankee pussies." The
last two words leered with rough contempt.

She shifted into what Tam recognized as her safety lecture voice.

"Now, Tam, this is important. When we use this, don't touch your face,
or mine, for that matter, OK?" Tam nodded. "No permanent damage,
mind, but this stuff in your eyes is a real deal-killer."

The drawl came back. "Cowgirl Claire speakin' from pers'nal 'sperience
here, so have a caution, tenderfoot."

Tam laughed and nodded.

"Oh-kay then." Cowgirl Claire went back to her saloon.

"Lean back, far as you can." Tam braced herself on one hand, while
Claire gave her the bottle in the other.

"Sparingly, now. Start at the top of your cunny, and move down onto
mine. Keep your fingers out of it, and go fast. Don't skimp, but
don't be messy."

Tam up-ended the bottle, squeezed, and a slick, runny slime dribbled
out over their cunnies. Claire held out a hand. "Bottle." Tam handed
it off; Claire pushed the nozzle against her raised thigh to close it,
and tossed the bottle back in the basket.

She pulled Tam to her with the ribbons. She pressed pressed her cunny
into Tam's, moving her hips to spread the sauce around. Tam wiggled
and slid, doing her part.

A warming tingle spread with the sauce. In fact, as it worked its
way on to Tam's nubbin, and in to her cunny, it was beginning to be
more than a tingle. It was kind of...itchy. Burny, even. She didn't
like it; it was getting kind of scary. She put her hands down to rub,
but Claire stopped her, and shook her finger at her.

"Ah ah ah. No cheating now. But...yow...yes, that is a
bit...gingery....Pfff!" Claire sucked in a short, sharp breath
and bit her lip. "OK, uh, sweetie, I think...put your hands on me,
Tam." Tam put her hands on Claire's tummy, and began massaging her,
sliding up under her breasts, cupping them with her palm. Claire
put her hands on Tam's, giving herself something to do rather than
putting her hands on the maddening itch.

Their hips working against each other, at once spreading the sauce
and trying to rub its itch. Claire braced on her elbows, and turned
slightly on her hip, away from her raised leg.

"Tam, sweetheart...ah...put...help me...ah...ah...help me put my leg
on your shoulder...Good...good girl...mmm! Mmm!"

Tam put her arm around Claire's leg to hold it in place.

Claire tugged on Tam's ribbons, and Tam pressed in just that little
bit closer.

"OK, Tam, you're...Nnn! ...in the driver's seat...oh gods.... "
She laid back and closed her eyes.

Tam began her work in earnest, far and away the most pleasant chore
she'd ever had.

She slid her cunny back and forth, up and down over Claire's, over
her nubbin. The itch grew, and drove her to scratch it the only
way she could. If she worked it just right, she could actually rub
Claire's nubbin with her own, and she pressed them together. Oooh,
too much! She let them slip apart, but Claire tugged on the ribbons.

"That...that was good. More of that...but gently, mind.... Good
Tam...good girl...."

Claire was working her own hips, but didn't have the mobility -- or
force -- of Tam's position. Claire's free hand came up, and began to
rub Tam's breast, to play with the nipple.

When Tam pressed too hard, or Claire needed a moment's respite, Claire
would pinch the nipple, more or less lightly, or even press Tam back
a skosh. When she wanted more pressure, she'd tug on the ribbons.

With each little nudge or tug, Tam felt a surge of resentful anger,
but unlike the earlier ones, the anger never fully passed. Somehow,
it added to the heat in her... not her cunny, no. It wasn't a nice
little cunny any more.

She put her hand on Claire's cunny, barely touching the
thatch. "Cunny...not called... cunny...what...?"

"Not...what? Oh! Oh...oh...Pussy...Cunt...." She called me a
shit-sucking whore, Claire remembered, told me to fuck off, but
doesn't know what to call her pussy? The thought blazed for moment,
burned out, and the ashes blew away.

"Pussy...my pussy...I lo...love my pussy! Love your! Pussy! My pussy
on! Your pussy! My pussy! On Claire!"

"Sweet Tam!...sweet Tam pussy...Want it, Tam...want the Tam
pussy...Give me...Tam pussy...." She tugged on the ribbons.

Tam's free hand went to Claire's nipple, squeezed. She left it there,
pressing, rubbing, pulling...Claire squeezed back.

Rather than backing off, Tam bore down with her pussy..."My
cunt! Claire! My cunt! My cunt wants your cunt!"

Claire gasped, pressed back against Tam's breast, not a cue now,
actually trying to physically push Tam away.

Tam slipped and slid, pressing her...her...she pinched the folds
around Claire's nubbin.

"Ow! Tam!" Claire pinched back at Tam's nipple, hard, and Tam let up,
just a hair, but wiggled the nubbin back and forth.

"This...what...?"

"Clitty. Clit! Oh! Tam! Gently! Please! Gently! Ow! Ow! Stop! Tam!
Stop! Please stop!" Tam stopped pinching, but her fingers continued
to stroke and press, even while her hips ground and thrusted.

And suddenly, there was a quiet little click! in Claire's mind.

Claire's free hand fell from Tam's breast; the ribbon hand fell open,
and the ribbon ran slack. Her sweating body thrashed and moaned,
but she was in a barren, cold little cell in the isolate tower of
her cerebrum, and the chill moonlight of truth shone through the
arrow slits.

She stared up into Tam's face. It was positively wolfish, grinning,
hungry, predatory.

She knew this face. Oh, gods, she knew this face. How had she not
seen... "Unh!" Gods! How had she not realized who she was dealing with?

Damn you, Carl! Damn you! "OW!" Fuck, that hurt! How could you give
her to me like this...

"UH! Tam! Please! Stop! That HURT! Stop hurting me, Tam!" She found
Tam's clitty, pinched, twisted...Tam finally let up, just enough that
Claire didn't need to push her off completely. Claire let her hand
fall to her own cunt, trying to shield her poor battered clit.

...Give Tam to me...Give me to HER, god damn you! For the whole
summer! And you didn't think I'd figure it out? How could such a smart,
wonderful man be such an OX!

Tam's face was Carl's face, with Carl's fierceness, Carl's hunger,
Carl's passion, even Carl's love. But Tam knew nothing of Carl's
restraint, of his intimate measure of his limits and Claire's. Nothing
of Carl's...No. Yes! Nothing of her FATHER'S discipline. All she had
to guide her were the shields she'd put up against her Mother's wild
neglect. Those shields were down, blasted away, and all that was
left was...

Was Carl's passion, Lynn's madness, and Claire herself.

Claire's resolve set. Tam would have to be taught, but...

The tower crumbled into fire, and Claire was back in her body
again. But oh, gods, not right now. Not a good time for a lesson,
no no no nooo. This hurt, but the hurt was beginning to crest and
froth with pleasure.

Claire grabbed Tam's wrist, pulled her hand away from her pussy.

"No...hands...cheater...." Tam scowled, and thrust all the harder. She
clenched Claire's leg, and again with her free hand, now slimy from
sauce and pussy juice, teased and pulled at Claire's nipple, which
began to itch.

The only things saving Claire from being crushed, wrung dry, and
burned up were that Tam didn't have Carl's size or strength, and
that Tam didn't know what she was doing. She couldn't consistently
find and keep the sweet spot. The contact made and broke, made and
broke, sparking and popping, a sweet torture all its own, but not so
fierce. Not so consuming.

Tam focused on her lover's face, a red tunnel blocking out everything
else. Claire's usual cool regard had burned away in quick flashes of
pain, fear, anger, resolve...And then pleasure.

Almost, Tam was caught by the fear. Almost, the wolf in her saw the
fear of her prey and tensed to hunt it down. But then the pleasure
flashed again, and Tam -- not the wolf but Tam -- saw it, wanted it,
hungered for it. She pressed and rode and slid, found Claire's clitty
with her own again.

"My clitty, Claire! Feel my clitty!" She rode Claire's pussy, fingered
her breast, pressed and rubbed and pulled her nipple till the milk came
out in little spurts. Claire's hand once again worked Tam's breast,
her nipple, but only...only because Claire needed Tam's breast under
her hand, not to hold Tam back. She was past the point where she wanted
Tam to hold back, and knew Tam was past the point where she could be
restrained, save by completely breaking away, and Claire couldn't do
that now. Tam had somehow become less fierce. Just as passionate, yes,
but Claire felt Tam was back in control, and was no longer trying to
crush and consume her.

"Good! Tam! Good! Clit! Give me! Your cunt! Want your! Cunt! Ah! Ah!"

Tam saw Claire's passion crest on her face. She was making sounds Tam
had never heard before, gasps and grunts and moans and short, sharp
shrieks. Tam could feel her own passion building, reaching up from her
pussy into her brain...No! Claire! Claire first! Tam drove the beast
back down, into her pussy, into her cunt, into her clit, into Claire.

"Claire! For! Claire! All! For! Claire! All for
her! Love! Claire! Love! Her! Give her! Give Claire! Give you! Give
you, Claire! Give you! My cunny! My puss! Pussy! Give you! My
pussy! Cunt! My cunt! On your! Cunt! Give you! My cunt! My Claire! Give
you! My! Clit! My clit! On your clit! Love! You! Claire! Love! Your
Cunt! Love! You! My Clit! Loves! Your Cunt!"

Claire was far beyond speech. Her hand fell away from Tam's breast
to her hip, to her bottom; she wrapped Tam's ribbons in her fist, and
pulled Tam into her. Claire writhed, but Tam hugged her leg, and would
not let her get away. Claire arced in a rictus of pleasure, lifting
Tam into the air for a blinding, thrashing moment, then collapsed,
Tam jolting into her, firing another arc. Again and again, Claire
bucked up, and Tam jolted down, as the beast consumed them both.

Tam couldn't remember a time when there had ever been anything else
but the white fire pulsing up out of her cunt, through her belly,
into her heart and mind.

She was lying on top of Claire, legs still tangled together. Claire
hugged her, rubbing her back, her shoulders.

"Tam...oh my Tam...Come back to me, please Tam, my lovely, my
precious...."

Tam lifted her face and kissed Claire's breast softly, lovingly,
in total awe.

Claire, she saw, was leaking tears.

Tam reached up to brush them away, but Claire caught her hand."Sauce,
Tam. You have saucy fingers."

Oh, yeah. Sauce. Tam's pussy still tingled and stung -- although not
just from the cowgirl sauce.

Claire pulled up the basket, and they washed up with baby wipes and
paper towels, wincing as they cautiously cleansed their pussies. The
baby wipes felt good, though, stinging a little, but mostly cooling
the embers.

A picture flashed into Tam's mind of Claire laying naked before her,
while she ran a washcloth over Claire's body, washing her face, her
back, her belly, her thighs, her cunny, her....Oh, yes. OH yes. The
picture stored itself away.

Tam knew she had hurt Claire because she hurt, too. She decided she
didn't care, at least not about herself -- fair's fair. Sauce for
the goose is sauce for the other goose, sort of thing. She'd trade
a lot of hurt for what she'd just experienced.

She giggled.

"Um, Claire?"

"Yes, my Tam, my fierceness, my tiger girl, my firebird?"

"Claire, was that...was that an orgasm?"

Claire gaped at her, then remembered. She rolled her eyes and shook
her head.

"Oh, I don't know, pretty big sneeze, maybe. But an orgasm...?" They
looked at each other, grinning. Then, in unison, "Naaahhh!" And they
fell into each other, laughing like loons, kissing and stroking and
kissing some more.

===

There was a long quiet time, listening to music, draped in a light
blanket, holding each other, gently touching, kissing. To Tam's
amazement, at one point she found Claire's hand in her pussy, and
her's in Claire's, just...caressing. Tender. That was the word. Their
pussies were tender, and accordingly they were tender with each,
cherishing. The fire was banked, for now, the beast exhausted, and
there was no danger of waking it again, even with this sweet intimacy.

Tam moved her hand up, and fondled a nipple, which began leaking. Oh,
yeah, right.

"Claire, can I have some milk?"

"Is there enough for the whole class?"

Tam put on a mock pout. "Pllleeeaze? I'm sooo hungry!"

"I don't know, Tam." She pursed her lips, considering. "Maybe I should
starve you a bit. Maybe then you wouldn't be so rough."

Tam tossed the blanket aside, and flopped over on Claire's lap,
bottom up.

"Fine, then. If I'm such a bad girl, spank me. But please, please
don't make me starve!" She twisted her torso up, and delivered a
pathetic, pleading whine: "Look, my cute little ribs are sticking
out! I'm starving! Please feed me!"

Claire ran her finger under Tam's choker, tugged the ribbons to the
back of her neck, pulled on them ever so...well, maybe not quite so
gently. She rested her palm on her favorite little bottom in all the
world -- at least, the one that didn't tend to have poop on it.

"As you know, Tam, this hurts me more than it hurts you...." Tam
snorted. "...but if you insist."

Swat! "Ow!" "That's for pinching my nipple!" My gods, thought Claire,
That may be the most fetching little yelp I've ever heard. I want to
hear more of that.

Swat! "Ow!" "That's for pinching my clitty!"

Swat! "Ow!" "That's for riding me so damn hard! Jeez, Tam, I'm gonna
have to sit on pillows for a week!"

Claire drummed on Tam's bottom with her fingertips. "Owie owie
owie!" "And that's for being a general brat and all around pain in
the butt! Now please, Tam, please take my milk! My boobies are about
to pop!"

Tam rolled over to face Claire. "Pillow?"

Claire propped her up at breast level. Tam put her mouth on a nipple.

And bit. Her wolfish self grinned up at Claire.

"Ow! Damn it Tam!"

She popped Tam on the lips, hard, with her fingertip. "You know what
happens to bad little girls who bite!"

"Testing! Just testing! Truce?"

"Truce. But remember, I got your naked little butt right
here..." Pop! "...and you know my favorite thing about naked little
girl butts! Besides their being so damn cute." She laid her hand on
it again, caressing, savoring the feel of Tam's flesh under her palm.

Tam put mouth to nipple again, and began to suckle. Claire felt
the milk flow into Tam's mouth; a hungry mouth, this time very like
Erica's, seeking serious sustenance, not just comfort or pleasure;
but unlike too, because with Tam, the hunger was not just for food.

And besides, Erica didn't do...ooh, that...with her tongue.

Some time later, Claire awoke with a little start. Her breasts were
not so full anymore. Tam was still lying in her lap, face between
her breasts, sound asleep and snoring with a quiet purr.

Claire petted Tam's hair for awhile; she could never pass up an
opportunity to put her hands in Tam's hair. She undid Tam's choker,
and her own: it's not good to sleep with long ribbons around one's
throat. She carefully put them aside; they were both precious to her
now. Hers, because she still blushed when she remembered the feel
of Carl's hand fastening it around her neck on their wedding night;
she only brought it out for very special occasions. Tam's, because
she thought she knew something, now, about why his face had looked
the way it had when he first ran his fingers through her ribbons,
tugging at her throat, that weird mix of lust and worship.

She slipped out from under Tam's head, stood, stretched, winced. She
was pretty damn hungry herself. She went into the kitchen, and devoured
a cold chicken leg and thigh, which she washed down with milk. No,
silly, regular old cow's milk. Yes, right out of the carton. Yes,
standing in the blessed cool pouring from the refrigerator door. She
had, however, washed her hands before opening the door, and washed
again when she was done, and wiped her nipples with a warm, damp
paper towel before going back out to the music room.

She rolled down her stockings and threw them on the couch, then did
Tam's. Tam stirred at the caress, but did not waken.

"Come on, baby. Time for bed." She stooped down, lifted Tam from the
couch, and put her head over her shoulder, cradling her bottom on her
forearm. Tam's arms instinctively went around Claire's neck, and her
legs around Claire's waist, and her face nuzzled into Claire's neck,
but she still did not waken.

Heavy as Tam was, the bedroom was fortunately not that far away. Claire
pulled the blanket back one handed, laid her little sleeping lover
down, and went to pee and brush her teeth.

When she came back, she stood over Tam for a few minutes, watching
her breath. Then she laid down, spooning against Tam, and pulled the
covers over both of them.

In the morning, when she woke, Tam was still there, nestled against
her, back to belly, holding Claire's hand to her little cupcake breast.

And, of course, she was not even wearing panties.

======================================================================

I consider these five chapters to be a complete story, although there
are certainly hooks for more in the future.

This is likely the only substantial story about Tam and Claire I'll
be able to write for some time. It's consumed my life since I posted
the Sun room chapter, and I have other things to do.

As I've mentioned to some, this is my first attempt at fiction,
and it has flaws. A severe one is lampshaded by Lynn's full name on
her legal file in chapter 4. Yes, the whole damn Anderson family,
back at least as far as the Civil War, my muses tell me. Sheesh. I
knew better, and let it happen anyway.

It was fun, though. I had a blast writing about Tam and Claire, and
if you enjoyed reading about them even a tenth as much, I am well paid.

======= 

Disclaimer: Of course this is a work of fiction, and I made
all these people up.

SFnal elements: Neither Child Protective Services nor STDs exist in
Tam's world. This, and a few other dramatic anomalies, will not be
explained, because damn it, we're here for the fantasy sex.

CPS, STDs, etc., definitely do exist in our world; you are warned.


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