Please I need help with my Tara Subkoff/Me/Jimmy Fallon story....I'd love you forever

I've been trying and trying but the ending won't come to me:( can anyone help?
Tara is so cute and it's odd I've never thought about a women like that:)


Dear Diary,

I know this entry is late, but so much has happened in the past 24 hours.

Yesterday was pretty much like any other; I'd decided to get a new outfit, something special for my birthday. I had been browsing in the store, idly walking round, running my fingers and eyes over the new autumn lines, when I came across a new designer label "Imitation of Christ." The clothes were sort of retro, in a cool way. Each had a cute little label and a picture of the designer that reminded me of someone. I was sure that I had seen that face before, but I couldn’t place it.

Anyway, as I was walking round the store I started to get a feeling; it was hard to describe, but I felt as if someone was watching me. I looked around, but couldn't see anyone obviously staring at me. As I browsed, the feeling just kept growing, but every time I looked, I saw nobody. Well Diary, that's not exactly true, I could see the top of a blonde mop of hair, behind a rack of clothes every so often, but I never saw the person looking at me.

I was feeling a bit flustered, so I grabbed some of the nearby clothing, and made a beeline for the changing room. I thought that if I spent some time trying on a new outfit or two, then whoever was watching would loose interest.

Boy was I wrong!

I changed into the first thing I'd grabbed, a tight little blouse, probably a size too small judging by the way I had to struggle to get it over my shoulders. The stretchy material clung to me like a second skin. a bit too revealing I thought. It rode too high, leaving more bare midriff visible than I was comfortable with showing; I struggled to remove it, but somehow my arms and head became stuck I heard a quiet "snick,” and I felt the draft of the changing room door opening and my heart lurched in my chest..

"Who's there?" I asked, hoping that it was just an assistant checking up on me.

I heard the door close and lock, then felt someone standing a bit too close to me. I tried, I really tried to free my head, so I could see who was in here with me, but as I struggled, I heard a female voice tell me, “Hush, I'm only here to help.”

Partially relieved, I thought it was just a pushy clerk, but again I was wrong. I finally managed to free my head and saw that I was sharing the room with the blonde woman I had seen earlier. What stopped me was the fact that I recognised her face; it was none other than Tara Subkoff, the designer of the clothing I was stuck in. I stood speechless, and watched as her tongue snaked out between her lips and moistened them.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I stood there, who knows how long, trapped by the intensity of her stare. I could see in her eyes a desire, a hunger, one I wasn't entirely comfortable with. I opened my mouth to tell her that I really didn't need any help, but
she stopped me by the simple expedient of placing her finger over my lips.

She smiled, lighting up the room, and easing the building tension. She licked her lips again, then reached behind and pulled me close. I stiffened, definitely not used to such intimate contact with women, then I felt her breath on my neck.

"Let me help, after all, I designed these, so I should know what will suit you best."

With that, I felt her fingers release the catch of my bra. My heart was in my mouth when she stepped back, and with a flourish, slipped the bra off my shoulders. I couldn't believe it, I was in a room with a stranger, naked from the waist up. I felt my cheeks colour when I realised that she was staring at my breasts with obvious hunger.

I turned away, but I was so confused. I could feel the embarrassed heat in my cheeks, but my breasts went and betrayed my arousal; under Tara's gaze, my nipples hardened. I couldn't believe it, a stranger, a woman no less, was staring at my breasts, and while I was ashamed and embarrassed, they had the temerity to harden. I could feel my skin tightening, the aureoles crinkling, and my nipples becoming painfully hard.

Tearing her gaze from them, she slipped her hands to my waist, her fingers quickly working on my belt buckle. My legs suddenly felt weak when I realised her hands were ever so close to my private parts. Nobody had ever undressed me like this. I couldn't catch my breath to tell her to stop; every time I tried to say something, she'd notice and give me a look; a look so full of desire that the intensity silenced me.

Soon the belt was undone. She surprised me by pulling me close to her, so that our breasts briefly touched. My nipples brushed against her, I felt her nipples poking into me. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, briefly resting them on my backside. My breath caught in my throat, this was so close, so intimate. I closed my eyes and felt my jeans slide down my legs.

"They're perfect," she murmured, her eyes drinking in the sight. A slight pressure from her hand helped me step out of them, leaving them heaped on the floor. She tut-tutted, my everyday choice of underwear obviously not thrilling, but before I could even think of complaining, she hooked her thumbs into the material, and my panties joined the jeans on the floor.

Now naked, I felt humiliated; here I was, a grown woman, stripped and under another woman’s gaze. What made it worse was the fact that I could just make out the scent of my arousal. Somewhere along the way, my body had parted from my mind; my mind wanted to just get out, but my body found this exciting. Fortunately, I wasn't totally gone; my sex hadn't yet parted to reveal its hidden treasures, but I knew from the fluttery feeling that it wouldn't take too much more before it did.

"Trust me," she said, and before I could think about it, she placed her fingers on my eyelids, closing them. I smelled her perfume, and beneath it, I could just make out the scent of her own desire. "Keep them closed," she said.

For some reason that I can't explain I was more comfortable with my eyes closed than I was looking at her. She guided my arms into some piece of clothing, then pulled it down over my head. I gasped when I felt her hands touch my breasts as she smoothed the top down over them. My knees nearly buckled when she squeezed my nipples, causing them to stand out even more.

She moved behind me, her body pressed against mine as she guided my legs into a pair of jeans. I was pleased that she was behind me, otherwise she'd be able to spot the fact that this touching was turning me on. I felt my sex part, and the cool air was like a jolt of electricity to my hot centre. Her hands pulled the jeans up over my hips, I wiggled and helped as they were a very snug fit. She told me to breathe in, and as I did so, she fastened them in front; they were so tight, like a second skin. When she did up the zipper, oh my God; the closeness and touching had me so turned on, even though I was loathe to admit it, but when I felt her hand on the zipper, I nearly lost it. The zipper slipped between my labia, parting me, and as she zipped it up, I felt it press my tender clit.

She helped me slip on a pair of boots and then with a husky voice, thick with desire, told me to open my eyes. I couldn't believe the image that the mirror threw back at me; I stood there, now standing taller than Tara, due to the obscene fuck me ankle boots that I was wearing. I looked at the heels, five, maybe 6 inches of heel. My legs were bare; the jeans, if I could call them that, were the smallest pair of cut offs I had ever seen. From the back, you could clearly see each globe of my ass, held enticingly tightly and from the front, and I blushed when I noticed, you could see my thick and parted labia through the tight material. My midriff was bare, and so were my tits, well almost bare. The top she'd chosen didn't quite come down far enough to cover them and I could see the base of my breasts. Held tightly by the stretchy material; my nipples seemed to poke through, drawing even more attention. Across my breasts were the words "Tara's Toy."

Grinning, she smiled a predatory smile, and said, "There. Perfect! I could just eat you up."

Tara surprised me by not leaping on me as I expected; instead, she slipped a card into my hand and told me to give her a call if I'd like another personal fitting. I stood there when she left, my mind all over the place. “Did I want another personal fitting?” I didn't know, I was so confused. I thought, “I wasn't into women.” I'd never an erotic experience, where the air seemed so alive with naughty possibilities, and she was leaving it up to me to decide what happened next.

Taking a deep breath, I surprised myself by calling out, "Tara, Wait!" She turned, with a wicked smile lighting up her face, "I'm coming with you," I said.

She waited as I made my way to her, her eyes following my steps with a predatory stare. The height of the boots was more than I was used to, and they made me sashay my hips as I moved. I felt the crotch of the jeans rubbing against me as I walked, both exciting and scaring me. What would anyone say?

Her arm slid around my waist, as if it belonged there; she had the nerve to rest her hand on my ass. I admit, the feeling of her holding me tightly, hip to hip, and the feel of her hand on my ass, turned me on.

She led the way as we walked through the store, our eyes noting everyone’s reactions. I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes because I felt so indecently dressed, so exposed, naked. I would never dare to wear such an outfit, but knowing that she wanted me this way made it somehow bearable.

"You know you've the most delicious ass," she whispered into my ear was we walked past one of the shops many mirrors. She paused and with one hand raised my chin so that I had to look at our reflections. I let out a little gasp of surprise as I took in our reflections; aside from the clothing, we looked similar, both slightly built, blonde heair, damn good breasts, and of similar height. She leaned close and said, "Now can you see what I see."

Returning her hand to my ass, she guided me past the staring people and out of the store. I heard various voices saying how hot we looked, how much like sisters we appeared. Tara guided me to the side of the building, and into her waiting limo. My jaw dropped, I knew she was famous, but I'd never realised just what that meant. There was a huge hunk of a man, just standing there, holding the door open for us.

"Good afternoon Miss Subkoff," he said as we stepped into the car.

I sank into the plush leather seat, relieved to be off those high heels. Glancing down I must admit I liked the taught and sexy way they shaped my calves. I could see the driver looking at us in the mirror, his eyes shifting from Tara to me, and to my surprise, back to me. Meeting his eyes, I sensed his thoughts and I had to look away; his desire plain to see.

Tara spoke, jolting me out of the daze. "Home," she said, and with a press of a button, a partition rose, blocking his staring eyes. She leaned forward, opened the mini bar and poured a glass of champagne, which she handed to me. "Drink up, you probably need this after all you've been through," she said.

And boy did I. My head was in a spin; picked up by an incredibly sexy and famous woman; given the most intimate of personal makeovers, and now she was whisking me who knows where. I sipped the champagne, letting the bubbles tickle and bounce over my tongue. Her hand rested on my thigh, I was so aware of the heat of it; it felt as if my leg was burning up. That wasn't the worst of it; I still felt the ache in my still hard nipples, an ache that seemed to connect straight to the place between my thighs.

I was so turned on, and I wasn't sure why. Sure she was pretty, but she was a woman, and I'm not that way, at least I'd never thought of another woman in that way before, but with her, there was a certain something, a connection waiting to be made. The relief of being out of view, hidden in the limo with its tinted windows allowed the champagne rush to my head. I relaxed, letting my head fall back onto the cool, comforting leather seat.

In the corner of my eye I saw Tara dip a finger into her glass and then brush it across her lips, moistening them with champagne. She then leaned over me, I felt an electric tingle as her breasts brushed against mine. In a voice husky with lust she murmured into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers through me, "You can tell me to stop any time," and with that her head moved, so that her lips just brushed mine. I tasted the champagne on her lips as they touched mine; she paused, as if she thought I might say something, then slowly pressed her lips against my own.

With a groan, I felt my mouth open, and then her tongue was there, licking my teeth and exploring my mouth. I heard her heavy breathing and felt hot air blow out of her nose onto my cheeks. Our tongues fought; entwining, probing and dancing around in our mouths before we broke the kiss, both gasping for air.

"You're new to this aren't you," she asked.

I answered truthfully, "Yes."

"Relax," she said, and her mouth descended to my throat, her lips and teeth nibbling, teasing and making me shiver with desire. I felt her hands slip under my top and search for the aching buds of my nipples. Her thumbs rested on the tips of them, gently making circular motions which sent fresh shivers of desire shooting through me.

Her head moved from my neck and onto my right nipple. I could feel the heat through the sheer material as she engulfed my nipple. I felt her lips make a seal around it, and then heaven; her tongue gently toyed with it, flicking it to and fro. I wriggled in the seat, trying to ease the aching need I felt between my thighs.

Her mouth worked on first one nipple then the other while her hands undid the button on my cut offs. Again I felt the zipper brush my clit as she worked it downward. It felt so good. My pussy had been held so tight in the shorts, it was strangled, but now I felt the blood rushing into my lips, filling them. I raised my hips, eager for her to slip them off and free me.

Coming up for air, she looked straight into my eyes; it was almost like looking at another version of myself. I could see the lust reflected in her eyes, and she asked, "Last chance to back out?"
I shook my head, my I was breathing so fast I felt light headed.

She scooted round, and knelt on the carpeted floor, in front of me. I wanted this as much as I'd ever wanted anything before. She rested her hands on my knees and with gentle pressure parted them. Not that it took much effort, I was crazy with desire, I wanted her.

I looked down and saw her blonde bob of hair move between my spread thighs, and I knew she was drinking in the sight of my most private of parts. This moment was so sexy; I was too turned on even think.

I knew that my lips were already parted, and that there was plenty of moisture making my labia slick. She lowered her head, taking her time, driving me crazy with anticipation. Although I'd never been with another woman, Tara was something special. I know wanted nothing more than her mouth on me and her tongue in me, but she was teasing and tormenting me, drawing out the moment.

After what seemed an eternity, I felt the first strings of her breath blowing on my labia, it felt cool, sexy, wonderful, and I couldn't help but wonder that if her breath felt this good, what would her lips and tongue feel like. Luckily for me, she didn't make me wait any longer and her tongue raced, first down one lip and then up the other side. I groaned aloud, feeling the need deep inside me and I knew that she was teasing me, drawing out the moment until I had my first lesbian orgasm.

Her tongue then slipped between my labia, and homed in on my clit. I leapt as I felt her tongue for the first time, sliding over, then around my hard little clit. It felt so wonderful. Her mouth and tongue teased and toyed with my clit. I felt her fingers stroking, parting my labia, getting slick with my juices. I couldn't stop myself from bucking hard when she slipped them in, filling my pussy.

I felt her wiggle the two fingers she had impaled me with, teasing and stretching my pussy as they slid in and out of me; all the while her tongue was drawing crazy little circles around and around my clit.

I sensed my orgasm building, and judging by the way she didn't let up, so sensed it as well. I felt the first spasm of a contraction as my pussy grabbed her fingers tightly when I started to cum. I let out a shriek of pure, unadulterated pleasure when she then sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her teeth just scrape over that most sensitive bud. I came, and came hard; my hips bucked crazily, my arms flailed around! I couldn't get enough of the feel of her eating me out.

My pussy clamped around her fingers, trapping them as she continued running her tongue and teeth over my clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure rolling through me. Eventually, I felt myself sliding off the plateau of the orgasm and through glazed eyes, I watched her lift her head from between my thighs and look me in the eye.

"So was losing your cherry everything you thought it would be?"


I

just smiled at her and said something like “yes, no maybe, I dunno” Tara had really done my head in and I was bombarded by a million thoughts at once “What I am doing?” “Why did she pick me” and “why am I feeling like there is something big here?” Tara got up and gave me a smile again lighting up the room and kissed me sweetly and said “Sweetie don’t be so scared” she gave me a huge hug and the car pulled over and she touched my cheek and said “Well you coming it or not?” I took her hand and shyly said “please”
We walked hand in hand to her cute little apartment overlooking the park. I’m getting more and more nervous with each step “what next” I thought as she lead me into her bedroom and gave me a silk robe to change into. “Your so quite honey, are you sure you want to go on” I just looked at her so beautiful and said “Tar I would have left you in the store if I thought that this was not right” for the first time that night I saw a little sadness in her eyes. I got up and took her hands and looked into her beautiful eyes and kissed her hard she held me in her arms, our lips sealed tightly in a passionate embrace,
Our tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths, my hands searching...
Exploring. My hands slipped up her skirt and I slid it off leaving her in a tiny pink thong as I lead her to the bed I said “I’m going to repay you for you excellent customer service Miss Subkoff” with that I kissed up her thigh teasing her so bad. She reaches her hand down to help and I push it away and say “Let me," I promise. "I want to make you feel good."
Tara nods me for the first time I taste her sweetness, my tongue circling her clit, my hands rubbing her nipples until they are rock hard... Tentatively I lick my finger…….








There is a buzz and Tara runs to the intercom pushes a button “Miss Subkoff” comes a voice “there is a visitor here for you” “I’m busy right now can whoever it is come back?” she asks “No comes a different voice. One she used to know so well “Tar I need to come up, I need to talk” she buzzes him up and looks close to tears.