Tails
By Rachel Carpenter
(Continuing a story started by Sapphire and Lyhnn Copper)
Chapter 36
I bent over, to reach deeper into the dresser. Quickly, I knelt on the floor, suddenly conscious of the tempting view that I had presented to Linda. When was I going to learn to be a lady?!
"Damn, there should be a bathing suit top in here. I am sure this is where Sam keeps them." I said exasperatedly. "Ah, here's one."
My face burned with embarrassment. I could feel Linda's eyes sweep over my naked body. I hoped she would not notice how much she affected me. My nipples stiffened as if they were being caressed, I pulled the bra top out of the drawer and shielded my breasts from Linda's view with my arms. I turned quickly and strode into the bathroom grabbing a terrycloth robe from the back of the door as I shut it. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and saw how pink and flushed I looked. I was aroused! I had tried so hard to be nonchalant and my body had given me away! Was this another thing to overcome or just get used to?
"You okay, Terri? Do you need help?" Linda called from the bedroom.
"I'm fine, just a minute." I wasn't fine! I was blushing all over and I had no way of making it stop. But waiting in the bathroom was no solution, so I slipped the suit top over my arms, leaned over and fitted my breasts into the cups, and stood up. All the practice getting into and out of bras helped me to hurriedly fasten the hook in the back. The cool lining of the cups first tickled and then soothed my nipples and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wrapped the robe tightly around myself and tied the belt securely.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I paused just a second to let Linda close the magazine and rise to follow me out to the garage. I walked quickly though the darkened house, my almost naked body caressed by the tiny fingers of the terrycloth. I just wanted to jump out of my skin.
"Wait up, Terri!" Linda had a harder time in the twilighted rooms and I heard her bump into the coffee table and utter a muffled curse. But I didn't stop till I reached the garage. And then I stood there, my cupped bosom heaving, waiting for Linda to catch up.
"In a hurry to try it out, huh? Good thing you don't mind the cold water much, it will take days for it to be warm enough for me to get in. Maybe we can have a pool party next week sometime. That way we can all swim together." Linda sounded like a pep rally cheerleader and I gave her a condescending look.
"Who knows if Sam is going to be okay with this at all? We may just have to give it back to you." I whined.
"Don't cry, Baby." Linda cooed, "I am sure that we can convince her to let you keep it. Sam wants you to be happy. So just jump in and let me see you have fun."
I climbed the ladder and perched on the platform. Just a moment's concentration and my tail formed. I slid my hands over the iridescent scales where they emerged from the hem of my bathrobe; they were so cool and shiny. I flicked my tail fin in the air, amazed again at the fluidity and grace of my movements. Sliding the robe off my shoulders, I poised for just a second and plunged into the water. Linda squealed as the droplets from my splashing rained down on her. But I didn't care. The water caressed me like a lover and it was sooo good! Barely a few strokes from my tail and I reached the side of the pool. My long silver hair was alive, tendrils like tiny serpents clinging to my cheeks and encircling my neck. I flipped around and breathed deeply of the cool water as I crossed back to where Linda stood. I looked at her through the veil of swirling water, her image distorting like a psychedelic dream. I smiled, thinking how much like a dream my life had become. Once a man, now a mermaid. But the water seduced my mind, and I could no longer think of negative things. My mind filled with euphoria. I was a mermaid! I was beautiful! I was silken and shiny and silver!
I swam faster, circling around and around, dizzy with the joy of it. The water formed a whirlpool and I was carried along in the wake. My bathing suit top dragged at my chest, so without missing a stroke, I unhooked it and flung it away from me. Water surged over my breasts, its touch caressing and demanding. My nipples tingled and ached. I swam faster to increase the pressure of the water against my chest, my nipples getting more erect and sensitive. I was getting so hot in the coolness, I forgot about everything except how good it felt.
I twirled around, cutting the foam like a corkscrew. This new sensation was delightful as well. My breasts, alternately stroked by water, then foam, then spray, then cool air to water again was so different from human touch, but no less arousing. My vagina ached with wanting. My tail never missed a beat as I reached down to my slit and parted the lips. The cool water swirled in to mix with my hot juices. The shock of sensation of the fast water against my burning clit set my orgasm in motion. The pounding of the waves into my vagina was as powerful and solid as I imagined a human phallus to be. My vagina spasmed and spasmed in rhythm with the beat of my tail. It went on and on until I was on the verge of blacking out. I knew I cried out into the water, a sound not at all human, but it was drowned in the depth of the pool. I slowed my stroke as waves of contentment washed over me. I turned on to my back and floated in bliss.
A strangled sound penetrated my reverie. Linda! What must she think! Quickly exhaling the water from my lungs in a fountain of spray, I pulled myself up the side of the pool and peered over the edge. Shock could not adequately describe my reaction to what was before my eyes. Linda lay on a pile of towels, shirt unbuttoned to the waist. One breast had popped from the confines of her lacy bra, and Linda's left hand teased the nipple. She licked her fingers and drew the glistening nipple erect. Then she returned her fingers to her mouth to suck on them, before stroking her nipple again. She moaned in pleasure as her tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. Her eyes were tightly shut and her breast blushed deep pink. The flush spread up her neck and stained her cheeks.
Movement drew my gaze down her body. Her skirt was bunched about her waist. Her panty hose were clouded around one ankle and her pink thong underwear was on the garage floor. Linda's right hand crawled over her flat belly to dip in the moist valley between her legs. Again and again she plunged her fingers into the depths of her honeyed slit, her back arching to reach deeper into her secret place, her mound pressing upward to meet her questing fingers. Her moans became urgent, her breath more ragged, her body demanding release. Her left hand pulled more franticly at the deep rose nipples, her right rubbing her clit and finger fucking her vagina. Her skin was dusky with the effort and glistened with a sheen of perspiration. She cried out" Yes! Oh yes!" and her body spasmed over and over. Her hands never slowed as she drove herself higher and higher. Her cries increased their pitch to just below a squeal, and then, a long shuddering sigh escaped her throat. Linda's hands slowed to gently caress what they had just ravaged. Her fingers played over her skin and its color faded back to normal. The breathing slowed gradually and she stretched and purred like a satiated cat.
Linda opened her eyes and looked at me, staring at her in fascination. My face betrayed the fact that I had been watching, and enjoying, her pleasure session.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Linda said guiltily. "I saw you getting started to pleasure yourself in the water and it got me so horny, I had to do something. I watched you as long as I could still stand up, then I piled the towels to soften to floor and really started to enjoy myself. You're not mad, are you?"
"Mad? No I am not mad, just really fascinated. I have never seen a woman masturbate before, Sam is not so....open to share the womanly mysteries. Tell me, how does it compare to...... intercourse?"
"Somewhat the same, and very different." Linda replied in a conspiratorial whisper. "When I pleasure myself, I govern everything. Where I touch, how I touch, fast or slow, lighter or harder, everything is up to me. I have to create the pleasure from scratch"
I laughed. "Strange choice of words"
"Behave yourself, or I won't tell you a thing." Linda remarked. She slid her thong over her feet and up her thighs, snapping the elastic around her hips. Pantyhose were next, smoothed into place with practiced hands.
"I'll be good" I said meekly.
"Okay, well, intercourse is different. I mean, I try to concentrate on pleasing Bob, and he is pleasuring me. He turns me on so the beginning of sex is not in my head alone, a fantasy, like it is when I am by myself. My senses are involved with Bob, and my feelings toward him too. And to be honest, a cock feels very different from a finger or even a dildo. It is warm, and firm, and ....so alive!" Linda straightened her skirt, eased her bra back into place and began buttoning her shirt.
"But what is better?" I pressed.
"Neither and either." Again Linda danced around my question. "That is something you will have to discover for yourself."
"But that is impossible," I said, "unless Sam turns into a man, or a merman."
"Nothing is impossible, you just haven't figured out the logistics yet." She replied.
I heard a car door slam. It must be Sam! I sunk down in the water, almost wishing I could hide. I felt like a guilty teen, caught doing something naughty. How was I going to explain everything?
Sam walked in the door and stopped short, as if she had hit an invisible wall. Her mouth dropped open and her briefcase clattered to the floor. And she stood, rooted to the floor, swaying slightly. I peeked at her over the edge of the pool.
"Surprise?" Linda said softly. Sam looked as if sound could shatter her. "It is a gift, from Bob and I. Hope you like it."
Sam looked wearily at Linda. "Okaay? And why are you giving us a pool?"
"Well, we thought that.... Well, with Terri as a mermaid......It seemed logical.....We love you? Oh hell, it seemed a good idea when we thought of it" Linda stammered.
"All right, we have a pool now. I expect to see pigs flying any second now."
Sam didn't seem mad, just somehow strange.
"Honey, are you okay?" I squeaked. Sam's eyes met mine and I saw how tired and defeated she looked.
"I am in the eye of a hurricane, powerless to control any part of my life. My husband is a mermaid, our best friends surprise us with a pool, twelve hours a day you are my twin, my parents are coming, my life is completely nuts! But I have to be calm, stable, hold a brand new job, be supportive of a psychologically pubescent adult woman, and be happy with my losses. Kind of a lot to deal with, don't you think?"
"I'm sorry Sam, I'd fix it if I could." I said haltingly.
"Sorry Sam. We thought we were helping. Do you want us to take it back?" Linda questioned.
"No. And thank you for the gift. I am sorry if I am not very appreciative. I had a very tough day" Sam sighed. "And it is a very nice pool too. Listen, I am going to go inside and start dinner and try really hard to alter my mood"
"I'll be right in to help, Sam, really" I scurried to the pool ladder, concentrated to make my legs appear, and scrambled up to get my robe. I slipped it over my wet skin and tied it closed. Sam gave Linda a weary goodbye hug and went into the house. I waved to Linda as she almost slunk out the door, closing it behind her.
As I eased in to the kitchen, Sam was standing by the sink, filling a pot with water. I knew she was crying but she was trying to hide it.
"Linguine and clam sauce okay, Terri? It is quick and if you make the salad we can be having dinner in about twenty minutes." There was a forced cheeriness to Sam's voice. I wanted to hug her, but I felt she needed her space more than she needed me. You had to respect her for her strength.
"Sure, Honey, garden or Caesar?"
"I think Caesar, it will go well with the pasta." Routine was helping Sam steady her voice and calm her mood.
*
We did the cleanup after a very quiet dinner. Neither of us had much of an appetite, but each made a determined effort to do justice to the very tasty meal. I scraped the leftover pasta into a little Tupperware bowl and snapped the lid on.
"The linguine was really good, Sam. Maybe I could take the leftovers for my lunch tomorrow, it is better than anything I could buy out."
"I have an idea, Terri, you take the pasta and I'll take the leftover salad. That way we can eat good and still save some money. It is going to take so long to get out from under our bills every little bit will help. It is not like I can ask my family for help right now." Sam's voice trembled.
"Go sit, Sam, I'll make us some coffee and we can talk about your parents' visit. We'll brainstorm until we figure something out.
*
Sam snuggled deep in the couch cushions and I "tailed" and sprawled on the floor. We talked for hours. We thought of every silly and stupid idea we could brainstorm up, but we kept coming back to the same things.
First, truthfully explaining my situation to anyone was a non-starter. Who would ever believe it even if we could find the words to use and the courage to use them? Just the word "mermaid" in a 21st century context was so ridiculous. Our audience would be laughing too hard to listen to the rest of our explanation. So that was totally out.
And how could we explain two Sams? A bizarre cloning accident? No, that would not work either. Sam's parents would be calling the loony squad before we got halfway through the first sentence.
Maybe I could have a serious disease and have to be quarantined in the garage? Yeah, right! Another no go.
The only story that made sense was that I was away on business and that I would be returning sometime after Sam's parents had returned home. I could stay with Bob and Linda for a few days. Bob could give me a ride into work with him and at least I could see Sam there. Not a very good fix, but it would have to do for the time being.
It was too late to call Linda and Bob after we had made our plans, so I decided to talk to them in the morning. Sam uncurled her long legs and stood stiffly, stretching her kinks out with a grumpy face.
"I still hate this," she complained, "but I suppose we have no real choice here."
"None that I can think of right now, but you'll be the first to know if something better occurs to me." I replied as I watched her.
"I know, Honey, just keep trying, and maybe something will come up. I am going to get ready for bed now. Oh, by the way, how was the pool?
"I love it?" I said hesitantly. "It is really nice to swim, even if I can only go in circles." I was careful to conceal my blush as I remembered how good those circles felt. " You want to swim with me sometime?
"You know, I think I might enjoy that. A "walk" in your world so to speak."
Sam stood in the bathroom door, silhouetted by the light behind her. She was brushing her hair out and she paused thoughtfully. I had a hard time making out her expression, so I took a chance.
"Want to go now? I said.
"Hmmmm," she mused, "why not? I can shower quickly in the morning. Who knows, maybe it will relax me some."
"Shall I get your suit for you, Babe?" I asked.
"Heck no!" she snorted, "What good is a pool in your garage if you can't skinny dip in it?"
My mind began to race and speculate about the possibilities, but I squelched any thought of seduction. We would just be going swimming, Sam needed to relax, and besides, I had just had a major orgasm a few hours ago! What was wrong with me?
"I'll meet you at the pool." She called out.
I hitched myself across the floor and out to the garage and shinnied up the ladder. I tossed off my tee shirt and sort of tumbled into the water. I came up sputtering water from my nose and my hair all hanging in my eyes. It took a moment to get myself arranged and I heard a faint "ahem" from the ladder.
There was my ladylove, sleekly posed on the ladder, her nude skin softly glowing in the dim light. She perched there, knowing she was beautiful, knowing I was watching. I drank in her beauty like a parched traveler gulps water, savoring every bit, feeling I could never get enough. And she waited, trying to sense just the right moment to alter the mood from anticipation to action. And when air between us was too full of wanting, she shattered it with a graceful dive and surfaced beside me. Her hair slicked back, droplets of water on her cheeks, she seemed more a water creature than I was. Oh, I loved her. My arms crept around her in the softest of embraces, and with just a slight flip of my tail, I swept her off her feet and we glided in lazy circles. I held her, so close that our hearts beat in tandem, as I swam. Sam did not move, but relaxed in my arms and let herself be carried away by the gentle sensations. The water swirled about us; we touched without haste or passion, only the peace and beauty of the moment. Our breasts caressed each other, but somehow there was no sexual drive in the contact, only the comfort of two beings. This was bliss, I thought. This is what Samantha had talked about, how being held and loved could be as good as making love.
"I love you so much, Sam." I murmured into her shell-like ear. "This is more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. It is like we are each just an extension of the other, more connected than we have ever been."
"Yes, my darling," Sam purred. "I know, I can't tell where you end and I begin. It is soooo nice, it could be addictive, I am sure it is illegal." Sam giggled. She picked up a lock of my silver hair and dangled it so that it dripped water onto my forehead.
"Stop, silly! I protested, " You are breaking my rhythm."
"I'll stop, just kiss me." And I did, I kissed her so deeply and completely that time stopped. The kiss was forever and just a moment. I pondered the phenomena and kissed Sam again. Then she rested her head on my shoulder and I sighed, totally happy and content.
We drifted lazily, stroking and touching, oblivious of a sexual goal, just absorbed in the joy of being together. How I wished it never had to end, but all things have endings. Sam lifted her head from my shoulder and broke the spell.
"Darling, it is getting late, we have work in the morning, and I am getting all pruney. Time to get out and get some sleep. I'm sorry."
"No!" I protested, "I was having a really nice time, it can't be that late, stay a bit longer Sam, please." I heard my high-pitched mermaid voice whine plaintively. "Please, Honey."
"Dearest, look at the time, it is almost midnight. We have been swimming for almost three hours. And while it has been lovely, it is time to return to reality."
"Midnight? You're kidding! Wow! I guess the adage is true; time does fly when you are having fun. This was a lot of fun, Sam; do you think we could do it again? Soon?"
"Yes, of course we can. Maybe we could even try swimming in the ocean. I'd need scuba gear to keep up with you, but I can manage that. I'll call tomorrow about renting some gear, and after my parents leave, we'll give it a go."
"That sounds incredible, Sam. I can't wait. When you see all the stuff in the water... You'll just love it, I know you will. What a great idea! Oh, Sam, you are the best. Oh, Baby, I love you so much!" I babbled excitedly.
"Alright, Terri, calm down or you will keep yourself up all night. We have a lot to do tomorrow. We have to finalize plans with Bob and Linda, move clothes and stuff for you. We need to set up the guest room for my parents to stay in and I need to shop for groceries for their visit. At least the house looks pretty neat, we won't have to clean too much. That is a blessing! But now, to bed, to sleep."
I realized that protesting would not do me any good, so I acquiesced to Sam's wishes. She rolled out of my arms and swam for the ladder. With two flips of my tail, I reached the ladder ahead of Sam, but waited until she joined me. She stepped up the rungs, water cascading off first her hair, then her breasts, and then her hips. Droplets clung to her like tiny diamonds, like she was cloaked in jewels. So beautiful! She paused at the top of the ladder and looked back at me. I must have had a silly simper on my face as I gazed up at her.
"Terri, come on Sweetie' She called down. "What a romantic!" she murmured under her breath.
"I heard that," I yelled as she scooted down the other side of the ladder. "I thought you wanted romance, Sam.... Sam? Sam!" But she had sauntered quickly into the house, leaving me alone to pout without an audience.
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