Amber sighs and turns the corner, as this was the last place she could think Tara would be. She sees Wes shrugging his shoulders and Tara laughs, and eats Wes's shoulder. "You're funny, Wes." She says between laughs. "I know," He smirks. Amber's heart sinks and anger flashes across her face. He hands balls into fists and she bites her lip, trying to restrain herself from walking up to Wes and knocking all his teeth out.
She watches carefully as Tara pulls her phone out. She sees her open her contacts and Amber gasps, realizing what was bound to happen. She scurries into the bathroom, and shudders as her phone vibrates in her pocket.
'you home?'
'no, I'm at the store. wyd'
'oh, forgot to tell you. I'm hanging with wes.'
'that's cool ig'
'love you'
She walks back out and peers around the corner, seeing Tara smile. "She's at the store, we can go back to my place if you want," Tara winks and smiles, causing Amber to become enraged. Despite this, Her member was growing increasingly hard and all she could think about was pounding Tara into her mattress. She takes a deep breath and releases her fists, trying to calm herself. Wes smiles and nods. "That's cool," He agrees, running his hands through his hair in a desperate attempt to be hot. "Uh, she let me borrow her car, so we can take this if you want,"
"No thanks, I parked my bmw in the parking garage." Amber scowls, her hands clenched into fists once more. This time, she doesn't attempt to calm down, instead, she tries to get home as quickly as possible.
She calls an uber which fortunately shows up just as Wes and Tara drive off, and she pays the driver before they speed off towards her place. She gets home and bursts inside, and just as she closes the door, her SUV pulls up with Tara in it.
She doesn't see Wes, but instead; a crying Tara with a black eye. She gasps and swings the door open. Tara's head snaps up and she runs into Amber's arms.
Amber pulls her close and rubs her head. "Oh, sweetie, what happened?" She asks, her voice filled with affection and concern. "W-wes said he liked me, a-and..and I told him i d-didn't like him back, a-and he p-punched me!"
Tara sobs, nuzzling her face into Amber's chest. "That bitch boy," Amber murmurs, her body trembling with anger. "Im gonna fucking kill him." Amber scoffs through gritted teeth. Tara sniffles. "A-ambs, it hurts." Tara winces. "I know, hon. I know. I'm sorry," Amber coos, slipping them back onto the couch and pulling Tara onto her lap. Tara places her head on Amber's chest and Amber cuddles her.
"You want an ice pack, sweetheart?" Amber asks gently. Tara nods and sobs, wrapping herself around Amber. "I-i need to t-tell you something," "what's up?" Amber replies, wrapping a paper towel around the cold pad.
Tara grabs it and nods gratefully and bites her bottom lip. "I-i asked you if y-you were home b-because i..i was trying to bring Wes over." Amber gasps quietly, feigning shock. She grabs Tara's chin, forcing her to look at her. "I know, Tara. i know." She confesses. "And you're a good girl for telling me, but it still doesn't get you out of a punishment," Amber coaxes, playfully grabbing Tara's ass.
Tara blushes. "o-okay," Amber smacks her ass playfully. "Excuse me?" "Y-yes, master," Tara whimpers, looking down at her fluffy-socked feet as she feels herself getting soaked. Amber kisses Tara's neck, then nibbles on her earlobe.
"Now, be a good girl while I beat that bitch boy, yeah?" Amber taunts, her breath hot against Tara's neck. Amber smirks against Tara's neck.
"Don't worry, I'll be taking your black eye into consideration." She smirks and runs her fingers through her hair. Amber pushes Tara back down on the couch and gives her the remote. "Text me if you need me." Tara nods obediently, squirming uncomfortably in her drenched underwear. Amber smickers and grabs her coat and slips on her combat boots, before grabbing her keys. Amber kisses the top of Tara's head and ruffles her hair.
