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The Reassigning of Tara Lee - Part 2 |
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By Margo Perry
Tara lay sideways on the bed, a bronze nude, languid in the afterglow of sex. A cooling ocean breeze fluttered through lacy curtains to tease her ass and back. After a sweltering day, the slight nip in the air was a welcome relief. She laughed at Jesse, as he struggled to button his shirt over his still sweating chest.
“My tits are so big,” she cooed, hefting one only to let it fall, bounce, jiggle and finally settle atop her other. She leered at Jesse, as she shoved her tiny disappearing fist between their cleavage. “Look at them!”
“You’re not making this easy,” Jesse said, shoving his shirttail into his slacks.
“Leaving me shouldn't be easy,” Tara said, running a hand over the smooth round of her belly. “My tummy’s so soft, but I can still feel your hard cock deep inside me. It feels so good, Jesse.”
Tara pushed her pelvis forward and back. She lifted her humongous unfettered breasts, offering them to Jesse, as he sat to pull on his socks. She squeezed her legs together, moaning with pleasure, and then opened them wide. Tara on display was hot molten lava oozing sex spent, yet greedy for more.
You should both be downstairs, but you want his cock again. You should be ashamed of yourself.
“I’m trying to ignore you,” Jesse said, rubbing his stirring cock through his pants. “I must ignore you. My shoes are here somewhere!”
Tara used two fingers to squeeze and rub her pussy lips. Not her clit. It had been fed its orgasm and was now in retreat, too satisfied and raw to be touched. But deep inside, muscles still contracting now and then, affording her pleasure that made her pussy weep with gratitude and yearning.
Last warning, You know he has to go. Pleasure now, much pain later.
“You’d better hurry,” Tara said, sitting up straight, legs together, feet on the floor.
“Good girl,” Jesse said, blowing her a kiss, as he fled the scene.
Tara was pleased, if surprised at her virtue, but the voice in her head was triumphant.
That’s my man leaving.
She had dressed and was preening when she heard the gentle knock on her door.
“Can I come in?” Cook asked.
“Of course.”
Cook took one look at Tara in her Valentino gown and folded her in her arms. Tara loved the clean smell of Lemony Pure Soap, the same her mother had used; loved the sweat that trickled down the necks of women who constantly pushed themselves to do one more thing for their children. She felt loved in Cook’s arms. But, that’s not what she craved now. Cook’s were the wrong arms. She wanted Jesse’s arms and lips and cock.
“You’re shakin’ like a leaf, child.”
“I’m alright,” Tara said.
“I know what you are and why you are. Lord, Lord,” Cook moaned. “Gonna’ be some fireworks tonight. Inez is downstairs showing off the ring she bought for Jesse to give her and here you are blushing and beaming like the used to be virgin bride. Oh Lord, Lord, there’s gonna’ be some fireworks tonight!” She took Tara by the shoulders and held her at arms-length. “We’ve got to talk about all this,” Cook said.
“About what? Inez? Do you think I give a fuck about Inez?”
Tara spun out of Cook’s arms, twirling toward the bedroom mirror. The skirt of her gown, rows and rows of dainty red petals, swirled as she turned, and her corset-styled top billowed out from her gigantic bosom like a full blown sail on a windswept sea.
“You look like a ballerina, but you sound like one of those foreign sailors down on the docks. What am I going to do with you, girl?” Cook smoothed her apron, clucking and shaking her head. “I wasn’t thinking about Inez. I was thinking about Holly.”
Tara glanced at Cook. She was the only Mama she had left and she loved her. But she didn’t want to hear her right now. Cook’s cautions were the wrong Musak for what Tara was feeling. She stared back at herself in the mirror, running her hands over the huge expanse of her smooth, warm flesh. One red lacquered fingernail traced the deep mysterious river of her cleavage.
I love my tits. They make Jesse want me. They make him warm and willing. They make him helpless putty in my hands.
Cook studied Tara. Folding her arms over her ample bosom, she began to rock back on her heels. Back and forth, back and forth. “Holly thinks of you as family,” Cook tried again. “You and Jesse got to remember that.”
Cook’s in lecture mode.
“You ain’t listening to a word I’m saying. You’re just a woman in heat, if ever I saw one. I suppose I can’t blame you. You been takin’ care of Jesse ever since he started mournin’ and that was long before Robyn died. Besides, Robyn herself had her hands all over this one, pushin’ the two of you together every chance she got! She’d have left him to you in her will if she’d have thought of it.”
“Then, stop worrying!”
“Not yet, missy. Jesse’s got to get rid of Inez and explain himself to Holly and neither is gonna’ be easy. People who count their chickens before they’re hatched end up with brittle shells. You need to be careful!”
Tara stared past the image of the brown-skinned girl with the riot of curls falling willy-nilly around her face, over her shoulders, her enormous breasts and down her back. She imagined Jesse staring back at her, his blue eyes glinting feverishly out of a face contorted with lust. Just the thought made her knees weak and her pussy wet.
You should, at least, put on a thong.
Tara wasn’t listening to the voice in her head anymore than she’d listened to Cook. She was intentionally naked under her skirt. She intended to corner Jesse when he least expected it. Tell him that she was panty-less and ready. Make him want her when he couldn’t have her.
Suddenly, there was a loud thumping up the stairs. Cook rushed to open the door, but not before it flew open, almost smacking her. Jesse burst in.
“I couldn’t wait. I had to see you again,” he gasped, out of breath from running up the stairs like a teenager.
Cook stepped out from behind the door.
“I’m sorry, Cook, I didn’t see you,” Jesse said, flushing with embarrassment.
“That’s alright, but you’re making my point,” Cook said. “Suppose it was Inez or, God forbid, Holly with Tara in here. And you rushin’ in, mouth flappin’ like that. Just look at yourselves. You both look like you’ve swallowed canaries and they’re singing their heads off. I know what’s going on here and it’s been a long time coming, but you’ve got to think of Holly. She’ll be fine with it, especially after I tell her that this is exactly what her Mama prayed for. But you got to tell her right, Jesse. Don’t forget how vulnerable Holly is. And don’t forget how determined and vicious Inez can be. Now, that’s all I have to say. Don’t you two be too long.”
Cook bustled to the door and opened it. “Who’s there?” she called out.
“What was that?” Jesse asked.
“I don’t know. I thought I heard somebody. Must have been mistaken. Now, wipe those stars from your eyes and hurry downstairs.”
“Cook’s right,” Tara said. “We’d better hurry.”
Fraud! All you want to hurry up and do is seduce Jesse. Cook was right about you being one horny woman. Control yourself!
“Don’t do that,” Jesse said, his voice harsh and urgent.
“What am I doing?” Tara asked, hands clasped behind her, hips swinging like an innocent prepubescent’s.
He’s getting hard. I can feel his eyes on my tits. Can he feel my pussy begging for cock?
“You’re breathing too hard and the way your mouth is open. Everything about you is driving me crazy and you know it.”
Tara moved as close to Jesse as she could without touching him.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I’m so wet. Wanna’ see? Wanna’ smell my pussy juice?”
“Yes. Damn you, Minx. Yes. Yes!”
Tara bent over her legs, reaching under her skirt. She was a woman recently released from a long-time, self-imposed prison of abstinence and now that she’d tasted the fruits of their sex, she was all hunger. No grace. No veneer. She straightened up and shoved her soaking fingers under Jesse’s nose.
“Get over to that bed. Lift your skirts and bend over,” Jesse said.
“What are we playing now?” she asked, “You Big Daddy, Me your Little Dove? I can play that.”
“This is no game and no self-respecting Daddy would do to his baby girl what I’m going to do to you. We should be downstairs, but you wouldn’t have it. You had to seduce me again. Well, you’ve asked for it and now you’re going to get it.”
Jesse had moved to the side of the bed and was loosening his belt. He looked old enough to be her daddy with his thick salt and pepper head of hair. And that bit of fantasy really turned Tara on.
Yes, Daddy. Do me, Daddy.
Tara suddenly realized that she couldn’t seduce Jesse without seducing herself. She was burning up with longing. She bent over and raised her skirt, steadying elbows on the bed. She could feel the evening’s cool on her bare backside and her heart thumped as she waited for the first thrust. She deserved to be punished for not putting Holly’s needs first. She took a deep breath, ready. And she didn’t have to wait long.
Jesse fed his pliant, cum-moistened cock-tip around the rim and into the mouth of her eager pussy. And then he slammed into her.
“Harder,” Tara begged. “Harder.”
Jesse thrust and pounded and groaned. He wound one arm around her, pulling her in tight. The other hand found her pussy, his fingers already in search of her hard erect clit. He rubbed, massaged, stroked and Tara could feel herself losing control, just as she felt the energy in his cock surging.
“Fuck me, Jesse. Fuck me!”
“No,” he said, grinding further into her.
“Please, Jesse.”
“Feel my cock inside you. Give yourself to it because that’s all you’re going to get. Not one more thrust!”
Tara could feel his cock throbbing, growing, filling her. Feel her pussy contracting greedily around it. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as a gigantic orgasm crashed over her and his sex exploded inside her. Some instinct propelled them clumsily onto the bed before their legs gave out and they collapsed, panting.
“I don’t know how I’m going to carry out this charade,” Jesse said, climbing off the bed and pulling up his boxers and slacks.
“We have no choice,” Tara said. She jumped from the bed and ran to check herself in the mirror. “Not bad,” she said, smoothing her gown.
“You’re right. Robyn would expect no less from me. From us,” Jesse mused.
“I’m already there,” Tara said, brushing past him.
Jesse grabbed hold of her arm. “Wait a minute.”
“No time. I want to see Holly’s dress. We’ll both model for Inez. You didn’t buy her a dress, did you?”
“Of course not! But, don’t I even get a hug?”
“Not likely!” With a dismissive wave, Tara was out of the door and heading downstairs.
“You frighten me,” Jesse said, as he watched her go. “In more ways than one.”
“Bye,” her voice floated up from the stairs.
Tara was still full of Jesse and his cock. She could feel his balls as he’d pressed full force into her. She was going to be wet all night, but she didn’t mind. She needed to feel close to him, to offset the pain of watching Inez fawn over him all night.
The kitchen, dining room and living room were all empty. Inez’ guests must have gone home or on to the club. Tara followed the sound of voices to the terrace. As she stepped out of the house, a cold, clammy shiver ran down her spine. It was as if some basic law of nature had been subtly altered, the ground beneath her feet tilted, her perceptions skewed. The scene that greeted her just didn’t make sense.
Inez and Holly were sitting on a bench, that same bench that Robyn had forced her to share with Jesse those many years ago. They sat facing each other, their furtive glances suggesting that some shared intimacy had been rudely interrupted. And then there was Cook, sitting in a chair right next to them.
Why wasn’t Cook in her quarters watching her favourite Discovery Channel? Why was Inez breaking one of her cardinal rules by sitting with staff? Why was Holly sharing anything with Inez?
Something’s very wrong. You don’t know what you’re dealing with. Break it up.
“Well, Holly, let’s see your dress. You look exquisite.”
Holly stood slowly and executed a slow model’s turn. The simply styled single-strapped gown flowed over her athletic body, smoothing it, softening it, glorifying her physically fit female form.
“Gorgeous,” Tara exclaimed.
“But, of course, you look even better.”
There was something foreign in Holly’s tone and attitude. Something off-putting. “Why did that sound more like an accusation than a compliment?” Tara quipped.
“Sorry, I . . . ”
“Don’t be silly,” Inez interrupted Holly. “Tara, you look really beautiful! Holly didn’t mean anything. You look stunning!”
Inez’ comments made it official. Tara had landed on Weird Island. Holly stood mute, her face uncomfortably flushed. Inez was doing some kind of nervous jig, hopping from one sandaled foot to the other. And Cook had begun to hum tunelessly, a certain sign that she was very upset about something. Tara stood on that terrace overlooking the endless sea. She was ready to scream, the tension was so strangling.
“Limo’s here,” Jesse said, striding toward them. “Are my ladies all ready?”
“I think I’m going to drive and meet you there. Something I have to pick up,” Inez said, flirtatiously.
“Trouble,” Cook said, almost under her breath. “And you don’t have to pick it up. You’re well on your way to making it.”
“Holly, you want to come with me?”
“Inez, don’t be ridiculous,” Jesse roared. “You’ve organized all this craziness. We could have all driven our cars. You had to have a limousine. Now, it’s outside and I want you all in it before I lose my patience.”
Inez rushed over to Jesse, threading her arm through his. “You’re right,” she said, sweetly, “let’s go.”
As the parade to the car began, Cook grabbed Tara’s hand.
“When I got down here, Inez was huddled with Holly. Obviously I interrupted something ‘cause she shut up as soon as I came out. Keep an eye on her and warn Jesse just as soon as you can.”
“I will.”
“Now, hurry,” Cook said. “My feet hurt. And when my feet hurt, something bad is comin’.”
Tara caught up with the others just as Inez was following Holly into the limousine.
“Cook thinks we have a problem,” she said, tugging on Jesse’s evening jacket. She raised herself on tiptoe to whisper desperately in his ear, “We’ve got to talk.”
Jesse grunted and stood to one side, gesturing for Tara to get into the car. Tara wasn’t sure that he had even heard her. She lifted her skirt carefully, her balance suddenly unsteady. It unnerved her to be so physically close and yet so emotionally distant from this man she adored and, while she understood, she was beginning to get a sense of just how dreadfully long this night was promising to be.
Holly was sprawled across a seat facing the driver, her face sullen, clearly inviting nobody to share her seat. Inez sat opposite, just off centre enough to be obviously reserving space for Jesse.
Tara chose a side seat, facing no one. She shifted restlessly in the luxurious seat, feeling alone and abandoned, not just by Jesse, but by Holly who seemed to be bonding with Inez, despite years of heartily expressed disdain. Tara felt like she’d been unknowingly entered in a game of musical chairs. Not only could she not hear the music, but it didn’t matter because the outcome had been decided before the game began. Inez obviously thought she’d played a cagey game well, until Jesse climbed into the limo and made the move that ruined her outcome.
“Move over,” he boomed,” startling Holly out of her feigned lethargy.
Holly flounced and sighed, pretending annoyance with her father, while Inez’ frozen grimace proved that she was truly and thoroughly peeved at the goings on. Jesse pulled Holly close.
“Come to me my best love,” he said, fitting her perfectly under his arm and resting his strong chin gently atop her head.
That’s as it should be. You should be pleased.
Tara felt much too needy and vulnerable to heed her better self. She was much too jealous. She wanted to be his best love.
Snap out of it, unless you want to lose Jesse for good.
This time she heard the warning. She had watched Jesse love his family. Those loves were part of his essence. Besides, she loved Holly, too.
The car began to move. Tara pressed her nose against the pane and sighed, as her breath filmed itself against the otherwise sparkling pane. She was remembering her mother’s funeral, as the limo crept along that same narrow winding road. At night, it was sparsely lit and spidery spruce skeletons skittered back and forth across the street, fretful in the night’s damp breeze. Jesse began humming softly. Tara recognized Robyn’s Song. She glanced over at Jesse and Holly. They were father and daughter, loving in a world of their own.
“Jesse is perfectly happy,” Tara said to herself, and she was suddenly afraid of everything and nothing.
When their driver eased onto the main road where there were lights, traffic and people, she felt an irrational relief. She was even happier when they pulled up at the club. At least there’d be space and music. She was the first one out of the car and into the club.
“Magic,” Tara said. What had been an old warehouse had been transformed into the Blue Piano, a glamorous three-tiered jazz palace whose centrepiece was a revolving bandstand in the middle of a smooth and inviting hardwood dance floor. Smiling women in gowns and men in dress suits completed the flavour of gracious sophistication that brought back memories of gentler days long past.
“Holly! Holly!”
A table of excited young men and women approached Holly, pen and autograph papers waving. Holly laughed with good humour and pride, as she signed a book for one, a napkin for another. Holly was in her element, open and happy. That was the Holly Tara knew.
“I’ll be back,” Holly said. “I’m going to have a drink with my friends.”
And she was off, meandering her way through the crowds.
Inez had sidled up to Jesse and was basking in the rapt attention the club owner was affording Jesse. Tara must have looked a little lost because the hostess appeared out of nowhere.
“If you’d like to follow me, your table’s ready.”
“That would be lovely,” Tara said gratefully.
She was soon seated at a premium table on the edge of the dance floor.
“Can I send you over a drink? Martinis are our specialty.”
The last thing you need is a martini. They make you loose and horny, neither of which you can afford to be tonight.
“That would be lovely,” Tara said. “Apple. Very dry.”
“Bernie!”
“Jessie!”
Tara recognized the voices before she saw Jesse bound up onto the stage to hug the band leader, Bernie Mayes. She remembered Bernie from her childhood, from the days when musicians would come down to the island to relax, swim and make good music. She wanted those days back and certainly Jesse and Holly did, too. She looked around. Holly was no-where in sight and Inez was still fully engrossed in conversation with the owner and a few guests from her dinner party. Tara took a deep breath, relaxing as she fingered the elaborate cut of her crystal glass. Whatever Inez was cooking up with Holly seemed to have been aborted, at least for the moment. Tara sipped her drink. Both sweet and sour, the bartender had used the tang of the apple to smooth the taste of the alcohol. The drink excited her taste buds, warmed her throat and sent tiny bubbles to burst happily in her now light head. Tara felt comfortable for the first time that evening. Too soon the musicians began to tune and Tara noticed Jesse escorting Inez to the table.
Thought this was too good to last.
Jesse was pulling out a chair for Inez, just as the music started.
“Perfect,” he chuckled, “may I have this dance?”
Tara willed her hard-fought-for smile to stay, but it was too hard. Her face cracked, along with her heart, and it wasn’t until she turned away from the sight of them dancing that she noticed the tiny envelop with her name on it.
Here’s the key to the musicians’ dressing rooms. Upstairs and turn left. Follow the hall past all the washrooms to the very end. Can’t miss it. I’ll be there right after this one dance.
Tara didn’t hesitate. She followed Jesse’s directions to the letter.
Shiny brass knobs and letters decorated the huge double doors. She let herself in thinking that it seemed more like executive suites than dressing rooms. What greeted her was a spacious and very inviting lounge area. Soft burgundy leather furnishings accented cream walls that were the backdrop for rows of gold and platinum records, musicians awards and photos. It was most impressive, comfortable and warm. She was the one stress point in the room. Her heart was pounding so loudly that it filled her own head. And every hair on her body was standing up from her tingling skin. She walked over to a couch and sat. Sighing, she lay her head back and closed her eyes.
She tried to concentrate, to figure out what Inez and Holly could possibly be up to. But her head was too full of Jesse. She could feel his mouth, rough on hers. She could taste it: lemonade and grass. He was always stoned when Inez was around.
Green monster got you again? If he was stoned with you, you’d be a happy camper. Just warn him about Inez and let him get back to his daughter. Keep your head in the game!
Tara jumped when the door buzzed. She looked toward the sound and found a bank of televisions with one live feed, a security screen. She could not only hear, but see Jesse outside the door and she ran to let him in.
“I know you have some message from Cook, but first things first.” Jesse crossed to the couch, shedding his jacket and tossing it on a chair, as he went. Tara stood mute and confused. Jesse wasn’t giving her what she needed and she didn’t know what to think.
“Cook believes that Inez is up to something and it has to do with Holly. She’s afraid that it’s something that might hurt Holly or us,” Tara blurted out.
“Come over here,” Jesse said.
His voice had dropped an octave to a low, sexy growl and that’s all Tara needed. Unsteady legs carried her to the sofa where Jesse put his hands on her shoulders, pressing her to sit down directly in front of him.
“Make yourself very, very comfy. Now, pull up your skirt. Just in the front. We wouldn’t want to stain the couch now, would we?”
Tara took a deep breath and her enormous breasts heaved. She reached over to gather her skirt, giving Jesse the best possible view of her tits. Once low enough, she shifted her shoulders. Her cleavage rippled and her giant breasts rocked and rolled.
“Oh God,” Jesse groaned.
Tara ogled her own thighs, watching the skirt rise higher and higher, until her moist pussy was well exposed. She leaned back against the couch, spreading her legs wide and Jesse dropped between them.
He hasn’t even touched me and I’m aching with pleasure. I could die from this pleasure.
He used his fingers first, opening her reverently as a booklover would his favourite first edition. He pried carefully, as though reading Braille.
Don’t let this ever end.
His fingers teased the lips, avoiding her clit, making it grow hard reaching for his touch. His pure animal lust became objectified, invading her pussy, driving up through her body to her nipples like some exquisite metaphysical cock. Tara began to squirm, her ass tightening, her pussy contracting and her breath coming in gasps. Jesse tongued her clit, while fucking her with two fingers.
She heard it rumbling in the distance. The vibrations increased, coming closer. And then her world turned into white heat, her pleasures raging and raging. Jesse fanned the flames until Tara came, mewing like a cat in heat and then, blew cool air on her throbbing clit until there was nothing left for her to feel, but complete satisfaction.
Suddenly, they heard voices, whispering as though they were in the room.
“I know it’s been going on for years. I just hoped you’d never have to know.”
“I’ve never seen anything between them. Are you sure?”
“Saw them with my own eyes, only today. I went looking for Jesse after dinner and found them. And you know what’s worse? Cook’s in on it. She’s been covering for them for years. I thought I could stop it . . . if we married.”
“That bitch,” Holly spat, “and I loved her like a sister. Give me that ring! You won’t have to ask him. Jesse will put that ring on your finger tonight. I’ll see to it.”
Jesse and Tara stared from the security screen to each other as Holly and Inez moved back down the hall and away from the cameras. Jesse grabbed his coat, his jaw stiff, his eyes flashing pure fury.
“What ugly, ugly lies. I need you to tell the limo driver to take you home. You don’t need to be any part of this, but that woman is going to suffer for what she’s putting you and my daughter through. Big time!”
“Sleep with one eye open around that woman,” Cook had warned. They hadn’t listened and now there was hell to pay. Tara walked toward the limo, hugging herself against her own fears and the chilly night air. To Be Continued
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