In anticipation of the 0.13 update dropping tomorrow, I've finished my second narrative! Narration and direction by me, and of course, art created by none other than
nickohoma who helped me make my vision a reality.
Here's a link to my first narration, in case you missed it. I hope you enjoy!
Tara Incognita
The look on Tara's face said it all.
I knew it!
Hold on, I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. Bear with me -- I promise, this one is JUICY, in more ways than one! It started off as a regular girl's night out, except Ashley was away for the week in Mexico with one of her boy toys. I figured I'd take the opportunity to try and crack the "proverbial nut" that is Tara...
You see, I've always admired her dedication and resilience in keeping fit, and her nearly-impossible-to-achieve standards in men; she thinks highly of herself, like I do. Something happened that I wasn't prepared for, though. The last time she and I went out, I couldn't get this thought of her out of my head: Tara, standing there in this tight, form-fitting dress, with her beautiful bubblegum-pink hair (she calls it "rosé", which always cracks me up!) and her out-of-this-world body. I can still picture it now...
The thing is, I've never really been attracted to women, but for some reason, the thought of fooling around with Tara excited me, and that thought kept finding its way into my mind. I talked about it with my boyfriend, who did all he could to stoke those flames. I was surprised that he was into it as much as he was, which got me thinking...
Anyway, deep down, I had this strong sense of suspicion that another side to Tara exists, one that yearns to come out -- a wild side that could make things
really fun. So, after a lot of pining, yearning, and a pep talk from my man, I invited Tara out to a new bar I came across during my last night out with Nathan. We got drinks and the night began.
I made a point to get double strawberry daquiris so that we could loosen up. I felt a
little bit devious, but I wanted to push her boundaries a bit, to see if I could pull back the curtain a little. As usual, we caught up about the normal stuff and she asked me for the lowdown on all things me, from MC, to Nathan, to my latest no-name guy I told you about before. This time, more than usual, I sat a lot closer to her and was a bit more touchy -- the kind of things I noticed my boyfriend and Nathan both doing when they each put their smooth moves on me.
I couldn't help but feel nervous, but the vibe that night felt perfect, so I was able to hide it well. Just when I felt the timing was right, I steadied my nerves -- which was easy to do as we both were on our third doubles -- and leaned even closer to Tara, placing my hand lightly on her leg. That's when I said in a soft voice, "Tara, I
know there's a part of you that oh-so-badly wants to come out and play. Why should Ashley and I be the only ones having fun? We could open that door together, you know..."
Now, we're back to where we started. I could see it in her face: not expecting my forwardness, Tara's cheeks turned cherry red with a look of cute, surprised embarrassment. What made my heart race, though, was the little way that her eyes gave away her thoughts:
I was right, and I approached it perfectly! I ran my finger down her forearm as I pulled back and let her sit with what I said.
The next few seconds were agonizing, but I didn't relent. I kept her in my attention, all with a smile on my poker face. This was it! I played it cool. Ever the bashful beauty, Tara composed herself, though her cheeks were still flushed. After what felt like an eternity, a look of relief washed over her face, and she looked at me with a smile I hadn't seen before...
"Wow, Laura... I've actually been so nervous to tell you this." Tara said, with a slight giggle. "I don't know how, but you read me like a book. Maybe you and Ashley are rubbing off on me, or maybe you're a bad influence...
but I like it. I never thought I'd be able to bring it up, and I definitely didn't think you'd open the door to it! The truth is, I've had this fantasy of being with your man...
and with you. Well, honestly, more
he than
you, but to my surprise, you've entered the scene in my mind the more I think about it. When you two started doing this whole swinging thing, I was against it -- and I still wouldn't get with anyone I didn't share a bond with, but the more I thought about the both of you being open, the more I wanted it. Is that really something we could make happen?"
"Swing...ing...?" I stammered at first, but quickly let out a laugh and a smile. A part of me was in shock.
She had it all wrong! I didn't want to share my man, he wants to share ME -- and I wanted her! By then, though, I was too far past the point of no return, and I didn't want to shut her down. A mischievous smile crept up on my face as I said, "I knew you had a wild side... what are friends for? Let's make it happen!" The words coming out of my mouth sounded stupid as I said them, and I was trying my hardest to hide the fact that I was flustered. Could I even handle him and Tara being together?
We talked a little more about it and enjoyed the rest of our night together. I told her I would talk with my man about her proposal. I got a little annoyed when she said "I'll see what he thinks, too! I can't wait!" Did I break the dam of Tara's shyness entirely? I hadn't seen her act with that level of confidence before. My annoyance didn't last long when Tara got up to leave. She is
so fucking gorgeous. I stayed behind at the bar as I had a lot of thinking to do, and I was suddenly feeling more sober than I wished to be.
Once Tara left, I ordered another drink and started piecing things together in my head. What MC and I have is really special. It's a world I didn't know was out there, until he suggested it to me... and
my god, I can't even describe the thrill of being my man's little slut. He genuinely loves me as I love him, and in doing so he takes care of me in ways that I never even considered possible in a relationship.
I hadn't even realized I wanted such a dominant man who's, like, the most confident person ever, and he doesn't get jealous
at all. He gets off on me stepping out just as much -- if not more -- than I do! However... I'm not that strong, and I get jealous really easily. Tara saying she wanted him more than me struck me in a way I really wasn't expecting... although, a part of me felt like I should want to give my honey a treat for all he's done for me...
It was hard for me to bring it up, to even know what to say. I spaced out for a minute considering my options. My mind shifted between thoughts of,
"I should want to make him happy! That's what a good sub does, right?" to things like,
"He's mine, though, what if he likes Tara more than me? What if this messes up what we have?" At that point, I couldn't even tell you which was the angel on my shoulder and which was the devil. After spacing out for a minute or two, I realized I left him hanging.
That's when it hit me. I don't know if it's the rush I get from him talking to me that way or what, but I decided in that moment,
I was in.
//
A couple of nights later, I had set up a little get together for the three of us at our place. The days felt like they were some of the longest ever, and I was filled with a mix of anticipation and tension.
The night finally came. While I was a bit anxious a couple of times leading up to her arrival, I always was reassured by how great my boyfriend is to me, which allowed me to feel excited about what was going to happen. Tara came over to our place and
god damn did she look amazing!
MC made us drinks and we started chatting and having a good time. After we each had a few drinks, the vibe felt perfect -- as if on cue in a movie, he got up to make another round and gave me a knowing nod. I was already sitting close to Tara, and I badly wanted to make the first move. I slipped my hand around Tara's waist and looked into her eyes with intent, and leaned in.
In that moment, things moved quicker than I expected. When our lips touched, we were like magnets, both of our hands all over each other. I hadn't been with a woman before, and the sheer passion lit like a firework.
Oh my god... this is it!
As I fondled her perfect breasts and kissed her neck, I whispered, "Let's get a little more comfortable..." and gave her ear a quick nibble and suck. I can still remember the smell of her hair, like cinnamon, and how wet I was at that point. I started taking off my dress, and Tara took my queue to do the same. Once I could see her perfect body, I moved forward, pushing her on her back, kissing down her body while my hand went south. She was just as wet as I was and it drove me wild!
I always take in each moment as much as I can, and right then, Tara was my whole world. Everything about her, I wanted to please her, taste her, make her lose her mind... I was so caught up for a time that I had completely forgot my boyfriend was even there! After some passionate kisses and heavy petting, Tara moaned, "Fuck, I want you... and I want you, too, big boy..." I looked over to see that my boyfriend had returned from the kitchen and set our drinks down. As he took his shirt off, he leaned in and kissed me, while starting to put his hands on Tara. I was a little startled at the sight at first, but I didn't want to ruin the mood, so I decided to commit to what was happening.
After a forceful, magical-feeling kiss from my man, he wrapped his arms around me and looked me in the eyes... that look of confidence that somehow always naturally put me at ease, without words, as if he entered my mind to say, "I
know what's best for you, and I
always want the best for you, my love." That look always melts me, and he knew it. A moment earlier, any feelings of being anxious, jealous, apprehensive... all suddenly washed away. As we looked deep into each other's eyes, he looked at me and said, "I want you to trust me on what's about to happen... I want you to feel the rush I get when you're in the arms of another man. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?" His words, so sincere and arousing at the same time, broke down any insecurities I had...
"I... I trust you with my life, daddy. Show me what it's like." I was powerless to resist. In that moment, I wanted to know what he felt every time I sent him pictures, each time I told him tales of my exploits with other men, and even all the times he made me his again. In an instant, a desire burned within me that I didn't know I could ever feel. He gave me one more deep kiss and whispered "I want you to listen... I want you to know." With that, he got up, walked over to Tara, and scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her into our bedroom.
As I watched the love of my life carrying away my schoolgirl crush into our bedroom, I felt this wave of arousal that I hadn't felt before.
Where did this come from? I was so sure that I wouldn't be okay with this... but now, I want it. Holy fuck, I want it! As they entered the room, the door swung around, but didn't fully close. I walked over and quietly leaned against the door, just to take a peak... my man was all over Tara...
inside of her.
My hands, moving on their own accord, moved down, and I started to touch myself. I stopped after a moment, coming to my senses. I thought to myself, "He wanted me to
listen... so I better follow my love's orders and be a good girl..."
I quietly closed the door and slumped down, resting my back against it so I could hear everything as best I could. Tara's moans, MC's grunts... my mind started running wild!
With the sounds making it easy for me, my mind jumped from scene to scene, though to thought... first, of the two of them pleasing each other, how Tara's mouth could take all of my man's big cock, and things heating up between the two of them...
I kept going, picking up a rhythm to the sounds beyond the door. I pictured all the positions he and I would get up to, only with Tara instead. This feeling of intensity was addicting, and a lot of things were starting to make sense to me, and that only fueled me to keep going...
As I went further and further, I could see my love passionately satisfying Tara, in a slow, loving way... each caress of my own body felt electric, knowing how well he was treating her, and how wonderful she was making him feel. The more hot and heavy I got, the dirtier I started thinking about the things they were doing together...
I left nothing up to the imagination, in that moment I wanted him to absolutely ravage her, all while I listened in. Tara's moans were getting louder, MC's grunts became more aggressive, and I was beginning to feel overwhelmed by how fucking incredible this whole situation was.
I can trust him with anything... I'm entirely his... my master... and yet he's all mine, too. The thoughts of being submissive to him entirely brought me to climax in a way that surpassed anything I'd been able to give myself before by just touching myself.
Shortly after I collapsed in ecstasy, still touching myself, my hands running all over my body, Tara let out a wild sound that could only be an orgasm, although I was sure it wasn't the first she had. I kept listening, still rubbing my clit and running my other hand over my body, collapsed against the door, until a quietness settled in. After about a minute, I heard a familiar "ding" come from my phone. I excitedly shuffled across the floor to grab it.
A rush of warmth shot through my body. I can't even describe it. My man had not only shown me who was boss, but he also clearly took Tara's innocence and
shredded it. Despite the fact that I had just felt exhausted, having one of the best orgasms I could remember, I felt possessed by a jolt of energy... I knew what I had to do.
The three of us all had a
very fun rest of the night, but I'll have to save that story for another time... See? I told you it was juicy
(Bonus shot:
Laura's face sending that last text, filled with lust and a craving she'd never felt before...)
