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Gar had taken Tara out to the movies. He was still
a little sore, but he was up and about and moving around, making a nuisance of himself, and providing his usual "commentary" to anyone who came to the Tower. The STAR medtechs estimated he'd be ready for active duty in about a week.
So they sat together in the movie theater. It was some
forgettable sci-fi flick, though Tara seemed to like it. Truth be told, Gar was more interested in her than the movie.
He put a tentative arm around her, like he'd done plenty
of times before. Tara was fine with it, of course. But this time she gave him a slow smile, eyes glittering, planted a gentle kiss on his neck, and laid her head on his shoulder.
Gar swallowed reflexively. Slowly and carefully, he slid
his hand down to her hip. He knew she was a bad girl, but even so it wasn't in his nature to take such risks. But he supposed he had waited long enough.
He gently splayed his fingers on her thigh and squeezed,
gently. Tara chuckled softly but did not otherwise respond. Slowly, he slid his hand up her side, under her arm. Tara responded by snaking her own arm around him.
Encouraged, he slowly and carefully slipped his hand around
to her left breast. Even through her top he could feel she wasn't wearing a bra. That shouldn't have surprised him either, but it did.
Gently he cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed.
"Mmmmmmm," Tara said.
Gar slid his hand away. "Sorry."
"For what? Why did you stop?" Tara frowned.
"You didn't mind?"
Tara laughed softly. "Gar, I love it. This time, go
He blew out a breath and slid his hand under her black
shirt. He knew she was a bad girl. But his own nerves and fear of rejection (not to mention the fact that under his bad pickup line sense of humor he was actually a nice kid) had held him back. His hand slid up her warm soft flesh and cupped her breast.
She leaned her head on his shoulder again. He squeezed gently. "Mm-hmmm," she murmured.
Encouraged, he squeezed a little harder, careful not to
use the fingernails. Tara sighed and shifted a little bit so that her breast slid more easily under his palm.
He took a deep breath and squeezed hard.
Tara responded by turning her head and licking his neck.
Now it was Gar's turn to sigh, and and palped her left breast in a rough but regular rythym.
"You can go a little harder," she assured him, and he did.
She slid her own hand out from behind him and rested it on his thigh, stroking gently.
Finally, he pressed his luck and squeezed her breast too
hard, digging his nails in. "A-ahh!" she gasped.
"I'm sorry...." he pulled his hand away again.
She continued stroking his thigh. "It's okay, Beastie
Boy. I forgive you. You can try again, honest." In truth, Tara wasn't that bothered, though it had hurt a little. As shameless as she was, she was getting tired of waiting for Gar to take the initiative--by her reckoning, they should have slept together
by now--and so she would rather he be too rough than too gentle.
Emboldened, he slipped his hand back under her shirt and
squeezed her breast again....then harder....then too hard.
Tara bit her lip. "Hmmmmmm," she said. "That's it....you
can do it..."
He dug his nails in again. Tara hissed in pain, he was
hurting her now and she could tell him to stop, and he would. But if she did that, he would get cold feet again. So she said, "Yes, I like it," lying and letting him hurt her.
He dug his nails in more deeply, rudely "massaging" her
tit in his hand with callous passion. She sighed and relaxed. "Harder," she told him, lying again.
So he squeezed her tit violently, and continued groping
it at high speed, his nails digging in almost hard enough to draw blood.
"Oooh, you bad boy," Tara crooned.
He went no harder, but did clamp down and maintain pressure.
She stroked his thigh some more, and relaxed against him.
That was about as much as he dared in their current situation.
Couldn't exactly have sex in a movie theatre. The thought did occur to him to maybe ask her to give him head, they might get away with that. But even so, he was too nice to ask; and it was a risk he wasn't prepared to take.
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