Chapter 3: Teasing Tammy

When Tammy finally arrived my mom gave her a big hug when we met her outside of the airport with her luggage. All the way home the two of them chatted away like high school schoolgirls. It was if they were trying to catch up on everything at once! Although I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, it was nice to see my mom this happy. She had lots of friends but nobody else seemed to be able to bring out this side of her the way Tammy did.

Everything went great for the first few days. Tammy slept in our guest room which was right next to mine so I tried to be on my best behavior. There as one thing I refused to change and that was sleeping nude. After all, she WAS a woman so what was the big deal?

One morning it was early and I woke with an urgent need so I slipped quickly out of bed forgetting to throw on the robe next to my bed. As luck would have it I passed Tammy in the hallway as I went from my room to the bathroom. She surprised me actually and I bumped into her and almost fell when I lost my balance. Tammy grabbed me instinctively to keep my head from hitting the floor and in doing so her hands clutched my bare body for just a moment. She looked me over briefly and smiled.

“Hmmmmmm, I must say Kelly, you certainly have grown up a lot!”

I couldn’t help but blush a bit and she laughed saying, “Don’t worry, it really doesn’t bother me if you run around undressed. Whatever suits you best is fine with me.”

She quickly turned and went back to her room leaving me to reflect on the incident. Was she just being polite or was there something behind that twinkle in her eyes? Was it just my imagination or did she hold on to me just a little longer than absolutely necessary? Was it really something there or in my dreams was I just reading something in where there was nothing?

The next time I saw her she acted as though nothing had happened so apparently there wasn’t anything more than what it appeared to be. Well, you can’t blame me for wishful thinking!

About midweek the three of us went out for lunch and when we got back there was a message waiting on the telephone. Listening to the message, my mom’s happy expression disappeared as she appeared to be upset by the news. She’d arranged months ago to take vacation time from work when Tammy visited but apparently now she had go in the next morning to cover for a girl who was sick. Even though she had backups arranged for the entire week, apparently even the backups were sick as well.

The next morning mom left early for the hospital, still fussing and fuming about how people always seemed to get sick when the weather was nice. With my dad at his office for the day, this left Tammy and me alone in the house. She’d said the night before that she planned to be lazy and sleep in since my mom would be at work.

I woke up not long after my parents had left and just couldn’t go back to sleep for some unknown reason. Well, that’s not really true - I knew the reason! It had been quite a while since my boyfriend had last fucked me, over three whole days now. With Tammy around my dad wasn’t doing me either so I was feeling pretty damn horny. Lying naked on my bed with the sheets tossed to the side, I began to slowly masturbate as I imagined my boyfriend sneaking into the house and into my bedroom, fucking me without any games or foreplay, just how he knew I loved to be fucked.

Actually, even without the extenuating circumstances, it wasn’t all that unusual for me to masturbate first thing in the morning. Sometimes I would do it again during the day and even more often again at night. On average I’d say I do it two or three times a day. What might surprise some people is that how often I masturbate doesn’t really have anything to do with whether I’ve been getting laid or not. The truth was that I simply crave the incredible sensations created when I touch myself and bring myself to an orgasm. No matter how much sex I got, it was never enough so often masturbation served a dual purpose. Most of the time my dad was available if I needed it plus I could always count on getting fucked by any number of boys from school and church. It was never enough, though, so masturbation was the only thing that kept me from going nuts between being fucked.

Suddenly I heard a creaking sound like someone was walking in the hallway. I looked up but didn’t see anything. However, I DID hear someone moving around in the bathroom and knew it had to be Tammy. From the sounds of it, she was getting into the shower. Since in order to get to the bathroom she would have had to walk past my bedroom, with my door wide open as always I couldn’t imagine how she could have NOT seen me masturbating as she went by.

I felt a twinge between my legs as I wondered what she must have thought when she saw me playing with myself. The thought of her seeing me with my fingers deep in my pussy and my other hand on my boob made me tingle even more. To my surprise, I suddenly realized that I was hoping she HAD seen me, that I wanted to tease her.

Tammy had two boys a couple of years younger than me and one daughter about my age. As I doubted she and her daughter had the same relationship as I had with my mom, the odds were she hadn’t seen a teenage girl naked in bed playing with herself in a long time. I felt myself getting hotter and hornier as I imagined what thoughts might be going through her mind now. Our bathroom had a shower massager installed - what girl doesn’t call it her best friend? Was she using it now while imagining being with me? I couldn’t help but start playing with my pussy again as I fantasized about joining her in the shower. Tammy was a little older than my mother and definitely didn’t have my mom’s figure, but at only 36 she wasn’t ugly or fat by any stretch of the imagination!