Curious Girls Ch. 21-22

"I'm sure it'll be fine." I paused. "Eh, why not," I shrugged, reaching behind my seat with one hand, then both. I flailed, trying to find the movie list she was talking about.

I paused as I noticed Tamara hadn't moved her hand from when she'd woken me up. "Tamara, why is your hand still on my leg?"

"We're on a date, so it seemed like an appropriate thing to do."

"But, people might see!" I protested.

"That's sort of the point."

As if on cue, a group of young men walked by.

"Dang. Are you two lesbians?" It was annoyingly reminiscent of my encounter I'd had with Krista. What was the deal with juvenile boys and their obsession with lesbians?

"Why, yes. She's my girlfriend," Tamara responded before I could tell them to go screw themselves.

"Tamara!" I whispered, blushing with embarrassment. I hadn't cared when that boy had thought Krista and I had been dating. Yet, for some reason, I felt intensely embarrassed for anyone to think Tamara and I were an item. Was it because I was more defensive of Krista? Or was it because I felt like events were developing beyond my control.

"Prove it!" One of the boys yelled.

"Oh, I'll prove it," Tamara responded. She pulled off her seat belt and climbed awkwardly over the center console.

"Tamara, what are you doing?" I was still in an tenuous position with my arms behind my seat, so fighting her off was nearly impossible. I tried to lean forward so I could pull them out, but Tamara pressed her body against mine pinning me to the seat. As she positioned herself on my lap, she unintentionally pushed the headrest down on my hair. As I tried to struggle against her, I quickly realized my hair had gotten caught in the headrest making it impossible to even turn my head, much less lift it up without pain shooting through my scalp. She leaned over and kissed my cheek quickly.

"There! How's that for proof?" she grinned, pulling her hair behind her ear.

"Booooo," another voice yelled. "Kiss her for real."

This really was just like what happened with Krista. And I knew just how to handle this.

"Why the fuck-"

"Why the fuck not?!" Tamara interrupted, finishing my profane exclamation very differently than I'd intended.

"Wait, what?" I looked with surprise at Tamara. Before I could form a coherent response, her ruby red lips were covering the right half of my mouth.

Oh, God. I couldn't believe Tamara's lips were actually touching mine. She pulled away and cupped my cheeks with her hands. Her tongue slid slowly over her lower lip as she pulled it between her teeth, biting it gently. Her lip slowly pulled free of her teeth seductively. I was still recovering from shock of Tamara actually kissing me that I almost didn't realize she was moving in a second time. She mashed her noticeably wetter lips against mine again. This time her full, surprisingly supple lips covered mine entirely. I could feel the saliva from her lips beginning to spread over mine as her lips caressed my own pursed lips. She pulled back and stared at me intently, like something about the kiss was surprising even to her. Had she not fully planned to kiss me in the heat of the moment?

"Yeeeah!" I heard cheering along with a chorus of other positive sentiments. I was strangely turned on by the attention, and despite how disgusted I felt at having Tamara's lips on mine, I couldn't help but notice how soft her lips actually were. "That's so hot," one of the boys yelled. Tamara reached over and hit a switch on the console, and I heard the roof of the car sliding over us.

"No, don't go away," a voice called.

"Use some tongue," said another.

I glanced awkwardly to the side, observing the group of cheering boys while Tamara leaned back in and held her lips uncomfortably close. I could feel her warm breath on my lips.

Just then, I saw something that terrified me. I recognized one of the boys.

"Mike?" I asked, feeling lightheaded.

Mike stood with the group holding a popcorn and two drinks, equally surprised to realize he knew me as well.

"Sara?"

"Mike, this-" I tried to explain before I was abruptly interrupted by Tamara's tongue pushing through my lips. I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere for my head to go. As Tamara's tongue pushed deeper into my mouth, I watched as she simultaneously began to raised the tinted windows, obscuring us from view in the middle of her tongue tease.

"Awww, c'mon! Don't leave!" I heard the yelling continue. Tamara stopped kissing me, laughing. It was clear they couldn't see us, despite the fact we could still see them.

"That was fun teasing them, wasn't it?" Tamara asked.

"No! You had no right to-I can't believe you kissed me!" I exclaimed.

"Shhhhh... be quiet so they'll leave us alone."

After a few minutes of hopeful staring, the crowd of horny boys eventually dispersed. Mike was the last remaining, staring at the car in stunned confusion. I had to talk to him. I tried to reach for the window button, but my arms were still stuck.

I took a deep breath, planning to yell to him. However, in the middle of my breath, Tamara realized what I was planning and pre-emptively silenced me by shoving her tongue back into my mouth. Her lips effectively covered my entire mouth, such that I wasn't able to get much of a sound out before Mike turned and left to join his friends. Oh, God. Her tongue was touching mine.

I struggled to turn away, but she grabbed my head tightly and continued exploring my mouth with her tongue. It was so much worse than when it was just her lips touching mine. She pulled away.

"That's a pretty good way of shutting you up.

"Oh, God. Get your disgusting tong-"

For the third time, I found myself muffled by her mouth. Despite trying to keep her tongue away from mine, her tongue was surprisingly long and had no problem finding mine. As her tongue slid over mine for the umpteenth time, I was very tempted to bite it. However, the thought of biting her tongue was not exactly appealing, plus I was in a very vulnerable spot with my arms restricted. I was still very intoxicated, and it was hard to think clearly. The next time she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, I closed it firmly intending that it not happen again.

"Stop, Tamara," I said through closed teeth. "Why are you still kissing me?"

In response, she held my nose with one hand while still gripping my chin with the other. I held out for as long as I could, but eventually I had to part my lips. I kept my teeth together, breathing heavily through my teeth. She covered my mouth with her other hand, completely sealing of my oxygen.

"I know you're scared. But if we're going to be girlfriends, you're going to have to get more comfortable kissing me." I was starting to feel light-headed. I struggled desperately, realizing that my arms were not as stuck as I'd previously thought. It was a bit uncomfortable, but I managed to pull my left arm through the seat and over the console just as my lungs were starting to burn. "Oh, no you don't," she laughed, pushing my arm back behind the seat. I struggled to pull my arm free from her grasp, but my mobility was limited. As Tamara worked to keep my arms restrained, she leaned forward and I found my face unexpectedly buried in her ample cleavage.

"Tamara," I gasped. "I can't breathe." She responded by pushing her chest more firmly against my head. While restraining me with her left hand, I could hear her digging around in the center console.

"I bought something for you a couple of days ago, but I didn't expect to use them so soon." I felt cold metal against my wrist, and a distinct clicking noise. A second later, I felt the same sensation around my other wrist.

I realized with frustration my arms were now handcuffed together behind the seat. "Wha- what the hell?" I gasped as she pulled her chest off my face and sat back. It was the opening she was waiting for. Her tongue filled my mouth, nearly choking me. Her mouth effectively sealed mine. It was all I could do to focus on breathing between the small kisses, even resorting to sucking oxygen from Tamara's own mouth.

She continued to hold my nose. "Suck my tongue," she demanded.

"No," I gasped. "I don't-"

"Suck it or suffocate on it," she demanded, pulling down my jaw. Her soft lips slid over mine and her tongue filled my mouth. As my lungs started to burn, I realized she wasn't going to let me breath until I followed her instructions. I started seeing flashes of light, and I realized there were worse options than giving in. It certainly was no worse than countless other things she'd made me do.

I began sucking gently on her tongue. It was nearly enough to make me gag. With each swallow, I felt her warm saliva washing down my throat. God, her tongue was so long. After a few moments, she pulled away and allowed me a moment to catch my breath before she slipped her tongue between my lips again. I resumed sucking her tongue without prompting. There was little point in making her repeat her demands.

After what felt like an eternity of her tongue in my mouth, she gave me a small break as she caught her breath. Much too soon, she was already leaning in again. I mentally prepared myself for the impending invasion of my mouth. However, she surprised me by sliding her tongue over my lips, tracing them one at a time. It wouldn't have been quite so bad had her tongue not been so unbelievably wet. Still, as disgusting as it was to have Tamara's saliva coating my lips and tongue, I'd happily take it over any of her other body fluids. It wasn't hard to imagine "kisses" from elsewhere that were guaranteed to leave my face much, much wetter.

My own breath quickened as I felt her hands moving across my chest towards my breasts. I let out a sharp gasp as she pinched my nipples. Taking advantage of the situation Tamara moved in for another kiss.

"Knock it off," I protested irritability.

"Make me," she giggled. I wondered if she was more drunk than I'd realized.

"Fine," I retorted, sticking out my tongue and closing my lips just enough to allow me to breathe. At the time, it seemed like the perfect solution to keep her tongue out of my mouth. However, I immediately regretted my decision.

Licking her lips, she moved in, and I waited smugly to see what she would try. She slid her tongue around mine, trying to push it through my lips. I pursed them tightly. Just as I thought I may have beaten her, she surprised me by closing her lips around my tongue. Sucking forcefully, my tongue was unexpectedly pulled into her mouth.

I tried to pull away, but her teeth sank in painfully, making sure I didn't go anywhere

"Don't even think about it," she mumbled, her teeth still clamped onto my tongue. She bit firmly, painfully emphasizing her point. I cringed, and relaxed my tongue, allowing her to suck it deeper into her own mouth. I couldn't believe Tamara was forcefully making me french kiss her back. I wouldn't have even thought it possible. More importantly, why as she still kissing me? I could understand her wanting the attention before, but why did she insist on keeping up this charade? Was this just another way to show her dominance? Was she really trying to make everyone think we were legitimate girlfriends? She spent what felt like eternity sucking on my tongue. She bobbed her head up and down forcing my tongue in and out of her mouth as she continued to suck intensely. I knew better than to try pulling away again.

She eventually stopped sucking, yet she continued to hold my tongue between her lips. Once she'd accumulated enough spit in her mouth, I felt her tongue began to repeatedly circle mine, coating it with her saliva. I pulled back with disgust when I realized it was beginning to drip down my tongue.

"At least swallow your spit if you're going to keep kissing me," I mumbled awkwardly, my tongue still halfway out.

"Even better, why don't you?" She pulled my jaw open as she leaned over and spat her accumulated saliva directly into my mouth. She held my nose and covered my mouth until I gave in and finally swallowed the large amount of both mine and her saliva that had accumulated in my mouth.

I gagged, nearly choking on her spit while she just watched and even giggled at my plight. I had finally regained enough breath to clench my teeth together the next time she left an opening.

"That's OK, I can still kiss you no matter what you try," she laughed, mashing her mouth against my pursed lips with exaggerated sensuality, sliding her tongue between my lips over my teeth.

"Maybe," I said, barely moving my lips, "But you can't make me french kiss you again."

"Are you sure?" She giggled as she bent down over me. I prepared myself for whatever she was planning, only to be surprised when she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked my mouth.

"Mmmmmm... is that close enough to a french kiss for you?" She giggled again, continuing to lick my lips as I tried pointlessly to turn away from her. I groaned in annoyance, as I twisted my head left, right, and left again. She held my head tightly in her hands, hovering above me for a few moments and building up saliva in her mouth. A moment later, she leaned over and slid her tongue slowly over my lips, depositing her accumulated saliva in a thick layer over mine.

I sputtered in disgust. "Why couldn't we just pretend to be girlfriends without all this... nonsense?" I grumbled.

"Because no one is going to believe we're in a relationship if we're not even comfortable kissing. We can't just pretend when others are around. Besides, this is good practice for me. I don't actually have a lot of kissing experience. None, actually.

"I'm your first kiss?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, but don't tell anyone," she said sternly.

"Well, how about we "practice" more another time," I suggested. "I could really use a break." I would have said almost anything at that point to get her to stop kissing me.

"That's OK, how about I kiss your neck instead?"

"What? No... that's really not necessary," I insisted as her lips pressed softly against my skin below my chin.

"Isn't this what girlfriends do?"

"Hell if I know! But you're not going to need to kiss my neck in public! Besides, like I said... we're not girlfriends!"

"Shhhhhh," Tamara whispered, putting her finger over my mouth.

Her lips continued to make their way over my neck, eventually her tongue began caressing my skin. It was better than having her tongue in my mouth, but awkward nonetheless.

Suddenly, her teeth sank roughly into my skin.

"Gah, fuck!" I swore accidentally. "That hurts!" She didn't let go, keeping her teeth clamped around my skin as she sucked firmly. "What the hell?"

She continued silently sucking on my skin, refusing to let me move. After a few minutes, she finally pulled away, apparently proud of her work.

"Did you just give me a hickey?!" I asked, incredulous, my neck still smarting.

"No! I gave you a love mark," she laughed. "'Hickey' just sounds so seedy."

I hadn't even realized the movie had already started.

"Tamara, we're missing the movie!" I protested, attempting to change the subject.

"Who the hell cares about the movie? No one comes here to watch movies."

"But, I want to see what happens," I insisted.

She leaned over and began licking and kissing the other side of my neck, and I wasn't surprised to feel her teeth sink into my skin a second time, harder this time.

"Fuck!" I swore. "Tamara, stop. Fuck, ow. That hurts!" She ignored me, sucking hard at my skin for several minutes. She finally released her grip on my neck.

"Now everyone will know you're mine."

Tamara continued caressing my neck with her lips, licking her way up to my chin. Her tongue slid suggestively over my chin and over my lips. She slid her hands behind my head and pulled her lips passionately into mine, kissing me with unexpected intensity. Despite my resisting the entire time, the next half hour was a flurry of lips and tongue all over my face, and primarily on my lips. She even managed to get her tongue back into my mouth a couple more times. I wasn't sure half of what she was doing would have been sexy even if I was into women.

"Fuck, I'm so turned on right now."

"Wha-?" I asked, confused by the sudden topic change.

"I know I said I'd be good, but..."

"Wait, what? Tamara, what are you thinking? You said nothing would happen tonight!"

"I did say that, but you must feel the same chemistry I do. You have to want this as badly as I do. And besides, isn't that what people who are dating do at drive-in movies?"

"Uh... I don't know? But who wants a shallow relationship that's all about sex?!" I said in a panic.

"Hmmmm... I think I do. Yes, I definitely do," she mused, unfastening her shorts.

"Tamara... we're in public," I protested weakly. She wiggled her hips side to side as she slid them down over her ample ass and wide hips. The rest of her pale thighs came into view, poking out of her black, hipster panties. She kicked her shorts awkwardly behind her onto the floor while still straddling my thighs. Reaching down and lowering my seat back, she scooted forward awkwardly. The low ceiling was clearly making things difficult, but Tamara was nothing if not determined once she set her mind to something. The end result was Tamara leaning slightly forward with her head pressing into the ceiling, her legs on either side of my torso as she as she propped herself up on the back seat, gripping the back seat headrest for balance. She scooted forward one final time, and brought the crotch of her panties onto my mouth. They weren't just damp, they were soaked.

"See what you do to me?" She moaned.

The scent of her arousal overwhelmed my senses. She shifted forward, mashing the wet cotton firmly into my nose. It was clear she was clearly having difficulty getting comfortable, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from having her fun. As she tried to get comfortable, I could feel the dampness spreading from her panties onto my face. Due to her awkward position, she seemed to be having difficulty getting enough leverage to rub her mound against my face in an enjoyable way. She was getting some pleasure from her actions, but I could sense her frustration growing.

"Damn it," she swore, lifting her hips in the air. She abruptly slammed her crotch painfully into my face in exasperation.

Ow, knock it off. That hurt," I mumbled into the wet cotton.

"Ooh," she squealed in surprise, ignoring me entirely. "That actually felt pretty nice."

Her lips lifted slowly into the air and

As she lifted her hips slowly back up into the air, I turned my head away in anticipation. Tamara wasn't having any of it though. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my hair, pulling my head straight. Her crotch thrust sharply into my nose, harder this time.

"God, that feels surprisingly nice," she moaned. Again, her crotch hit my face roughly, this time hitting me in the mouth. As Tamara experimented with the sensations, I began to lose count of the number of times I watched her crotch move away from my face only to thrust painfully and deliberately into my head. She seemed to be favoring my nose and chin, each thrust a painful reminder of how powerless I was. A reminder that nothing mattered except her pleasure.

Each thrust elicited a moan and, as the evening drug on, her moans and gasps gradually became louder and more throaty. While not an easy process, she was clearly making progress toward her goal. As her arousal increased, her thrusting into my face was becoming faster and more indiscriminate. As her thrusting turned into bouncing, each thrust providing momentum to the next, the wet smacking sound was a testament to how turned on she was. As she thrusted harder and faster, her crotch bounced all over my face-nose, chin, forehead, mouth. In my already inebriated state, it was extraordinarily disorienting.