Tara’s Seduction
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 3
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3 - The lesbian awakening of a muscle mommy
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian School DomSub FemaleDom Rough Spanking White Female Lactation Squirting Big Breasts Slow
My first man —my first true man!— was also a student from my school, but he might as well not have been, as he rarely appeared there.
He was a tall, dark-haired pretty, white boy, thin but incredibly fit, who loved driving though the city and much beyond on his Harley motorcycle, which his grandpa left him as inheritance (oh, yeah).
No one knew what he wanted to be or what he even took the trouble of still coming back to school from time to time, but no one really cared.
Well, the girls didn’t mind, while the boys really indeed wished that he stayed far, far away, as far as he possibly could, for the sake of their own egos and the precious little pussies of their dearest girlfriends.
For I don’t need to say, oh, that the man was hot, do I? Tall and thin, but unbelievably trimmed, with a long and rebellious hair, but not nearly as rebellious as his whole attitude, that of a little punk who puts down any authority that’s feeling too full of itself.
That boy had created a mystic aura of seduction around him by appearing every time on town with a girl on the rear of his Harley, and then leaving with a different woman there —if not both of them!
And the line to ride his Harley, oh, it was pretty big.
‘He’s got a whole rock star vibe, doesn’t he?’
‘He reminds me of Iggy Pop. Young Iggy, mind you!’
‘Of course.’
‘As for me, he’s more like Johnny Depp. Sexy Johnny, not crazy Johnny.’
‘Oh, there’s a difference?’, and they proceeded to giggle.
Yep, Johnny Deep, as young and handsome as he was on ‘Benny & Joon’, pure sex appeal of a wild teenage filled with vigor and rebelliousness, a masculine hurricane still in formation, with pinches of James Dean and John Mayer sprinkled all throughout.
He talked little and scored a lot —the type of player we love the most!—, and we both met almost by a accident on a convenience store of the town’s only gas station: at the time, I was buying a cheap pocket mirror, some deodorants and a magazine, while he was there to buy ... condoms.
I shit you not.
‘Aren’t you from the school?’ he said. Feigning surprise, I smiled and threw my hair back, making sure he could see all the abundance of my curvaceous profile.
‘Sure I am.’
‘Neat. Are things still boring over there or did somebody finally got the guts to shake up the place a little?’
‘Mmm, I ... mmm... ‘
Disappointment and curiosity bit me all the same, for he was the very first person to not only not compliment me on my looks, but also apparently to not notice them at all!
I was hooked. I wanted to see how long he could keep pretending I wasn’t the tastiest piece of ass he’d ever seen! We both chatted until he started to leave the place, which was when I began to truly feel desperate.
I mean, how can he not drool over me? ‘Is this boy blind or what?’ Not noticing my own pitiful behavior, I followed him like a shadow, offering myself up with all the desperate lack of grace of someone who had never properly flirted her whole life.
To my luck, he seemed not to mind it so much. He answered my foolish and clingy questions in a calm tone and with a sincere complexion, looking at me as an equal, as if I had been a long-time friend, and smoothly guiding the conversation to places so pleasant that I, when I least noticed, found myself by his side, helping him roll his big, beautiful motorcycle to the end of the street.
Out of nowhere, then, he stopped the conversation and mounted the Harley.
‘I’m going to the farms to see the sunset.’ During his pause, I noticed the obvious space on the rear of his motorcycle, all the while he looked straight to my eyes, all confident and stern, ‘Wanna come?’
I stepped back slightly, surprised by the abruptness of the invitation.
‘To the ... mmm, the farms?’
‘Yes.’ And he made the engine of his motorcycle roar, which was as deep and potent as sound as his own voice. ‘You know the hills up there on the east are quite something, the best place in town to see the twilight.’ And he made his cycle roar once again, as if issuing me an ultimatum. ‘You look like the type who likes nature.’
Yes. Nature.
‘Do you even know me?’ I realized we hadn’t even exchanged any personal information up to the point.
‘I sure do.’ And he looked me in a way I felt him closer to me, whispering the words on my ear: ‘You are Tara, the funny little girl from eighth grade.’ He paused to think. ‘Actually, you’re on first year high school, right?’
I swallowed dryly.
‘Second.’
‘Congratulations. Good to see you’re still studying hard.’
‘Y-you remember me?’
‘Of course I do. Hard to forget.’ And in that moment, for the first time, he finally looked at me from top to bottom, then to top again, checking me out completely and giving an approving smile in the corner of his mouth. ‘I always knew you’d change a lot when you grew up. You turned out to be exactly how I imagined.’
I tried thinking on some devilish reply, some challenge that took him out of his confident, almost arrogant pose, but nothing came to mind. My legs, though thick, were already lax and white out of so much nervousness, as if only then I had realized the spell that man had put me under.
The sun rays fell on his face as if he was some kind of angel —or holy demon—, and the wind blew over his loose grey shirt, revealing to me his firm bust and the tasty little muscles on his fat-free abs.
When I came to my senses, it was I who eyed him from top to bottom, stopping myself right on his crotch, where I saw a surprising bulk that could not be, oh, it couldn’t certainly be just the folds of his jeans.
‘Hey, Tara.’ He snapped his fingers to me, smiling unpretentiously, and took up the kickstand of his Harley. ‘So, babe, I don’t wanna miss the lights. You stay ... or you come?’
I certainly came. Many other girls would maybe try and play more hard-to-get, but I wasn’t one of them, for God knows when —or if— I was going to see him again!
We drove to the hills right near the borders of our district, an isolated rural zone comprised almost entirely of wheat and green leaf crops. The whole time I embraced his firm body and laid my cheeks and my lips down the base of his neck, which exhaled that scent of a wild male, a free and crazy man who knows he’s got his woman pecking on the palm of his hand.
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