I spread Tamsin's legs, holding one upward just enough to shift between them. She looked utterly confused by my actions. Our pussies were inches away from each other. I had learned about scissors through novels, and it was actually something you could try. I knew how to do it; I just wasn't sure how it would feel. Here goes nothing. I pressed my pussy against hers.
"Ah—"
"Ah—"
On contact, a sweet little moan escaped both our mouths as we settled into the new sensation. Our wet vertical lips kissed, slippery and slightly strange. Maybe it was because both of us were still sensitive from the previous session.
"What is that? What exactly are you doing?"
Tamsin asked while covering her mouth, confused yet overwhelmed. I leaned over and shifted to make the position more comfortable.
"A small trick I learned while reading novels," I said casually, then added, "We're just getting started."
Then I moved up and down, sliding my vertical lips along hers. The wet juices made it effortless and turned the make-out between our pussies even hotter.
Tamsin curled, throwing her head back at the surge of pleasure. As for me, I hadn't thought it would feel this good, but it… it felt amazing. I threw my head back.
"Ahhhhh… qhhahha…"
"Ahhhh… it feels so good… go…"
Our sweet moans echoed through the room. Our bodies heated up as waves of pleasure rolled from where we connected. Now I understood why they called it scissors.
Not because the position looked like two scissors, but because when you were doing it, you either wanted to cut the other person or you wanted to be cut. I didn't know if that made sense or not. I liked both ways.
"Oh yes… ahahhaaaa…"
"Ahhaha… ahaha…"
We moaned uncontrollably yet sweetly, drowning in pleasure. I picked up the pace, our vertical lips sliding relentlessly against each other, clits rubbing hard as juices spread everywhere. We were making quite the mess. Heatwaves built inside both of us, rapidly reaching the threshold.
"IMM….. I'M—"
"I'M COMING!!!"
We both came at the same time, breathless. I stopped moving and dropped onto the bed. Pleasure waves continued to crash and ripple through me. This had been a really good experience for me—and for Tamsin as well. She was too shy to admit it, but she had loved every second.
A few moments later, we lay side by side, simply talking about how incredible it had felt.
"See? There is nothing bad about it. People are always wrong about women. They only know how to make pathetic rules."
I said confidently. Not exactly the kind of thing one should say right after sex, but I was trying to make a point. Tamsin nodded—this time she actually agreed.
"I get what you're trying to say, but..." She looked down, blushing, and continued slowly, "Now that we had sex… what does that make us?"
"...."
I went completely blank for a second. I didn't know—ask God. I mean, had I just had sex simply to prove a point? No, that wasn't the case. Wait… wait… wait… Why was she saying that? Did she have feelings for me? She had feelings for me when I was a boy. But now I'm a girl—how could she think that? Stupid Lucia! You could have thought of a better way.
"Ohhhh… we had sex... So you have to marry me now."
I said in a flirty voice. That's right—if nothing else comes to mind, just flirt. Alright, don't take advice from me. Tamsin blushed hard and her lips curled up.
"No… no… no! We are both girls. That's not how it works."
Tamsin covered her face in embarrassment. I moved closer, pressing my lips to her ear. She gasped as I bit it gently.
"So you don't like me then?"
I whispered in her ear. Tamsin turned to me with puppy eyes. She looked around as if searching for the right answer.
"I mean… if you were a man, then I probably would fall for you."
Tamsin said, hesitation coloring every word. And yes, you did fall in love with me when I was a boy. But I hated that version of myself.
"But I love being a woman."
I said it casually. Tamsin jumped slightly, as if something had suddenly popped into her mind.
"Then..." she started. "How about me as a man?"
Tamsin asked with a hint of curiosity. My thoughts went berserk. Tamsin as a man. With an adorable face like hers, as a man? She would look like one of those cute, innocent good boys who were desperate for love and would do anything for it.
"Why aren't you one?"
I said in a frustrated voice. Tamsin once again had no idea how to reply. At first the thought of Tamsin as a man had seemed off, but when I truly considered it… it was actually so good—perfect, in fact.
The thought of tying the male version of Tamsin to the bed and taking his innocence… while he moaned my name. Ahhhh, that sounded so good.
"Think about it. You, a man. I'm a castle princess who falls in love with her servant. He can give nothing else but love. We will run away as society tries to pull us apart."
I said it in an overly dramatic, magical way that made Tamsin look concerned, but that didn't mean she disliked the thought. "Yes… maybe," came her very awkward "yes."
We laughed at our ridiculous thoughts as we got dressed, also comparing our assets. Tamsin had a curvy body—her breasts and hips were big. I had a smaller chest than hers, but my hips were wider. I wasn't sure what guys actually preferred—boobs or ass. Boobs… I wanted my breasts to grow a little more. Then again, this look was a little unique, maybe?
"Don't worry, Tamsin. This wasn't cheating. We're both not fully committed to our love interests right now. That's because they're still in the testing zone."
Tamsin nodded with a smile and agreed with my words. I smiled back. She had work to do, so she left. Before that, we talked about what kind of bond we had, and I was glad she understood. We were close, but not lovers—just two people who had made love to have a little fun and steal some rest from the world.
By the way. The aftermath of the orgasm was crazy. It lingered far longer than anything I had known before. I could still feel it, even now. Nothing like a man's. I loved being a woman.
I don't know how, but having sex had made Tamsin and me even closer. Everything felt lighter now, even though we hadn't done anything after that day. Tamsin would protect you—it was about time.
A few weeks later, in the evening. No one was home except me, Tamsin, and Uncle Rowan. Mother, Father, and Morwenna were out for some work. The servants who had finished their duties were leaving to rest.
Tamsin and I were in the storeroom. The storeroom had always been our hideout place since childhood. Sure, I had my own room, but there was no real privacy there—someone could walk in at any moment. We were going through some of our old toys and talking about how we used to play.
"This was my favorite doll. I remember giving it back to you. Or Father might have sold it for some money."
Tamsin said, holding the cotton doll. Her eyes were happy but tinged with melancholy. I had taken really good care of that doll. Its clean, smiling face was as bright as ever, the gentle mint dress wrapped neatly around its body, ginger hair framing it perfectly. Not a speck of dust clung to it. It was truly important.
"It holds so many memories. You can take it when you get married. Your father won't be an issue after marriage."
I said with a bright smile. She gave me one in return, but the mere mention of her father still made her sad no matter how happy she seemed. That bastard needed to die.
"I hope I have the right image of Edmund in mind," Tamsin said while fixing the doll's hair. "But then I still have my mother if Edmund turns out to be no good."
She added with a clumsy giggle. Your mother is going to die soon. I'm hopeless… You are more hopeless than me. I want to help you, but that damn Morwenna is the biggest obstacle right now. I don't want events to repeat. That's why I have chosen the hardest path.
"What are you two doing here? In the storeroom?"
A disgusting, deep voice called out to us. Speaking of the devil—it was Uncle Rowan. Why was he looking for us again? I knew. I just knew why.
Tamsin looked back and fixed her posture. You don't have to give any respect to this bastard. In fact, you should spit in his face. Rowan stood there with unmistakable lust in his eyes.
"Tamsin," he called out, then added, "Are you staying the night as usual? Because look, it's already night."
Rowan said in an awful, rhythmic voice, trying to hide his true intentions. Tamsin, unaware, took a little pause before responding.
"Ye–"
"NO!" I interrupted with a clear, sharp voice. I added, "She is not staying tonight."
Rowan's eyes shifted toward me. I looked at him with a sharp warning. We held eye contact for a few seconds, and I made sure not to blink. Tamsin grew tense, worried about what was happening, but she couldn't say anything.
"You can leave, Tamsin. Come back tomorrow. I'm pretty sure you'll be fine on your own."
I looked at Tamsin as I spoke, leaving no room for argument. I took the doll from her hands. She hesitated. "But—"
"I said leave!" I raised my voice a little. I'm sorry, Tamsin, but I had to. I didn't meant to. She took a step back, unable to understand the sudden shift in the atmosphere.
But Tamsin followed my words. She slowly moved toward the door, passing by Rowan. She didn't look back. He watched her go. His plan was ruined. And the moment Tamsin exited the mansion, my plan would take action. I'm so sorry, Tamsin. This is the only way I can protect you.
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