MOMMY ISSUES | Tamber

9- Unexpected Arrivals

Tara lies naked amidst the rumpled sheets, head thrown back in pleasure as Amber's talented fingers work steadily between her thighs. Panting moans spill from Tara's parted lips.

"That's it, baby...let me hear how good it feels." Amber murmurs. She dips her head to lave her tongue over one peaked nipple, grinning at the full-body shudder it elicits from Tara. "Such a responsive girl. I love taking you apart like this before I send you off to--"

A sudden loud knock cuts through their haze of lust, followed immediately by the bedroom door swinging wide. Tara's eyes fly open just as Sam walks in and yelps, "Oh my god!"

She skids to a stunned halt, face flaming, taking in the naked tangle on the bed. For a long, suspended moment, no one moves.

Tara's heart leaps into her throat as Sam's shocked voice resonates through the room. Disbelief and embarrassment flood her senses as she quickly untangles herself from Amber's embrace, scrambling to grab the nearest blanket to cover their exposed bodies. Amber sits up, their face flushed with a mixture of surprise and mortification. "Jesus, Sam! Ever heard of knocking?!" Tara yells.

Sam stammers, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I--I did! You must not have heard... God, I'm so sorry!"

Amber exhales shakily, breaking the silence. "Well... that certainly wasn't how I expected to say good morning to Sam after all these months."

Tara slumps back against the pillows, her face buried in her hands. "I could just die. That was literally the most awkward thing ever."

"Hey, at least we gave her a hell of a free show," Amber quips, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Tara shoots her a playful glare, but can't help but let out a small laugh.

Tara's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Oh my god, you're terrible," she says, shaking her head in disbelief.

She swats playfully at Amber before pulling her down for a heated kiss.

-

Tara, dressed impeccably for a job interview, emerges from her room to find Sam seated on the couch, eyes firmly averted. She pauses, the air thick with awkwardness.

"Hey..." Tara's voice trails off, uncertainty evident in her tone.

Sam grimaces and slowly turns to face her, looking sheepish. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment.

"I am so, so sorry about this morning. I really didn't mean to just walk in on--"

Tara cuts her off, trying to diffuse the tension. "Let's maybe not rehash the details? Do we need to have the boundaries talk again?"

Seeming relieved, Sam shakes her head quickly, her eyes still avoiding direct contact. Meanwhile, Amber emerges from the kitchen area, sipping coffee and observing the scene with a hint of amusement.

"There's my little exhibitionist," Amber says with a playful wink directed at Tara. "Ready to knock 'em dead, babe?"

Tara groans, a mix of embarrassment and amusement on her face. She bends down to drop a quick peck on Amber's lips, the gesture a small source of comfort, before straightening her blazer in determination.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Wish me luck!" Tara declares, her voice filled with a mixture of nerves and determination.

-

The familiar THUMP of a bassline rattles the floor as neon lights cast pulsating shadows over the dance floor, crowded with gyrating bodies. Tara sits at the bar, her mind clouded by a mix of emotions and alcohol. She stares bleakly into her bright pink cocktail, the ice cubes clinking against the glass with each of her absent-minded swirls.

Her normally pristine look is slightly disheveled, her hair tousled and her makeup smudged, a clear indication that she's been drinking for a while. Tara takes a deep breath, contemplating her choices and the events that led her to this dimly lit club on a Saturday night.

After a long pause, she tips the glass back and drains the last swallow, grimacing at the burn as she slams it back down on the counter. The bartender, a seasoned professional who has seen it all, raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on her increasing intoxication.

"You want another?" the bartender asks, a hint of concern in their voice.

Tara looks up, her gaze unfocused, and offers a slurred response, "Why the hell not?"

The bartender arches an eyebrow but obliges, sliding a fresh drink down the bar towards her. As Tara's fingers curl around the glass, a hand suddenly settles on her arm from behind, causing her to startle.

"Now what's a gorgeous girl like you doing looking so down on yourself?" a smooth and sultry female voice purrs from behind her.

Startled, Tara glances over her shoulder to find an attractive brunette smiling at her beatifically. The woman's green eyes glitter with unmistakable interest, and Tara can't help but feel a surge of curiosity mingled with her intoxication.

The brunette leans in closer, her voice dripping with seduction. "Buy you a drink? Maybe I can help turn that frown upside down."

She bites her lip, a gesture that sends a heady swirl of lust and reckless abandon through Tara. Her gaze drifts unwittingly to the woman's painted red mouth, captivated by the allure and the promise of a temporary escape from her troubles.

Tara hesitates for a moment, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts, but eventually finds herself drawn to the woman's enticing proposal. She musters a hint of a smile and replies, "Actually, yeah. Why don't you?"

The brunette grins triumphantly and slides into the stool next to Tara, their bodies now close enough to feel the heat radiating between them. With a confident gesture, the stranger waves to catch the bartender's eye once more.

As the bartender takes the brunette's order, she allows her hand to rest boldly high on Tara's thigh beneath the bar. Tara's breath catches in her throat as the stranger's thumb starts rubbing suggestive circles against the fabric of her denim, sending shivers down her spine.

Tara's mind races with a mixture of excitement, desire, and a lingering sense of recklessness. The alcohol coursing through her veins amplifies her willingness to give in to the temptation before her. In this dimly lit corner of the club, with the pulsating music and the allure of the stranger's touch, she's willing to let go of her inhibitions, if only for tonight.

She doesn't stop the brunette. Instead, Tara surrenders to the magnetic pull between them, her own hand reaching out to brush against the brunette's thigh in response. The chemistry between them is electric, a silent agreement passing between their bodies as they dive headfirst into the intoxicating unknown.