Down on a Dare

Tara can't resist a challenge. Tara/Rick.

"I need my dick sucked." Rick said it matter-of-factly. He and the guys, and Tara, were sitting on the porch. Daryl, Glenn, and Abraham all turned their attention to Rick. Gabriel looked ready to run and hide under the nearest bush after this announcement. Tara looked grossed out.

"Eww. Dicks," she said in disgust. "Nope."

Rick eyed the girl in front of him, not quite sure how to reply.

The world had changed, but he still didn't know what to make of a lesbian. Should he treat her like one of the gang or like a lady? The few lesbians he'd met in King County had been overly butch, making the choice easy enough. But Tara giggled like a girl but talked about pussy like a man.

"You ever suck a dick?" He finally blurted out, curiosity getting the best of him.

If she wanted to be treated like one of the men, he'd talk to her like one. And the girl didn't miss a beat, never shying away from the crude question he'd aimed at her.

"No." She answered, giving a shrug. "But somethings you don't have to try."

Rick could agree with that. God knew he'd didn't need to suck a cock to know he'd never want to. But she seemed game for a bit of teasing and Rick could use a good laugh.

"How about this? Give it one taste and if you don't like it - you don't have to finish it. I'll even still let you have dessert." 

Tara paused with her glass of tea half way to her lips. He wasn't sure if he saw anger in her eyes or a need to rise to the bait. Glenn and Abraham were looking back and forth between them. Gabriel belched as though the topic was literally making him sick.

"You want me to suck your dick?"

Rick shrugged and saw Daryl cast a glance at Glenn.

"Fine. You suck Daryl's dick first and I'll suck yours right after."

"Hell no!" Daryl said in unison with Rick.

"Yeah, see. That's exactly how I feel too." Tara told them both, shaking her head at their reactions.

Rick's interest was still piqued. He'd never had the chance to honestly question a lesbian and if Tara's sense of humor told him anything, it was that she was down for whatever he threw her way. And since a blowjob wasn't going to fall from the sky, he'd settle for some entertainment.

"Well what about receiving? You ever let a man go down on you?"

By that point, Gabriel was looking particularly disturbed while the other men sat there, desperate for the answer to the question none of them had ever had the balls to ask.

"Nope." Tara answered, still smiling. "Doubt I'm missing anything though."

"You might be surprised," Rick answered.

"Um...I think I'll help Carol with...whatever she's doing," Gabriel blurted, and hurried inside. Glenn and Daryl couldn't have been pulled from this conversation if a tornado funnel struck the house. Abraham looked ready to fly out of his skin.

Which was exactly what Rick felt. If he couldn't get his dick sucked he'd settle for getting his mouth on a wet cunt. He licked his lips at the very thought. Tara was staring him down. Yeah, she was gay, but wasn't a prude and she wasn't scared.

"You offering?" she asked. She hadn't had any touch in months and, as they said, a wet tinge was a wet tongue. Maybe it would be better with a man who'd enjoy it than nothing at all.

Rick still took a moment to consider the question. He wasn't selfish by nature, but his mind had been trained to be after the world had gone to hell. What could someone do for him? How did a situation benefit him? His brain was always trying to justify any action with a reward.

And by the time he had his answer, he looked towards Tara whose eyebrows were raised, daring him to back down.

"I'm offering." He told her, watching the surprise form on her face.

The three men around him stayed quiet, watching the exchange, probably wishing they'd thought to extend the same offer. Especially after they heard the next words out of Rick's lips.

"But, if I can get you off, you get me off. Fair is fair."

Tara didn't really think Rick would take it this far. She thought her usual smartass reply would be taken as exactly what it was—a smartass reply—not a serious offer. Now she was sitting there with Daryl, Glenn, and Abraham all staring at her. The ball was definitely in her court. The question was would she drop it or shoot to score?

Rick wasn't a bad looking man. Hell, if she liked men she had no doubt she'd be into him. Or Daryl. Or maybe she'd have fallen for Glenn by now. The thing was she wasn't into men. She'd never even let herself consider it after the few times she'd fucked her one and only boyfriend in high school and realized that boys just weren't for her and never would be.

Still…she liked the idea of getting off. She just really doubted Rick could do it. She didn't want to feel a man's big rough hands on her body or scratchy stubble on her thighs. Those things alone would make her freeze up and not be able to enjoy the tongue play, she was sure of it. Jesus…how had she let it get this far? She felt like dropping the ball, backing out, but then her fucking stubborn pride wouldn't allow her to.

"Can we watch?" Abraham said, speaking for the first time.

"Hell no," Tara said.

"So you're game?" Rick said, taking her answer as an affirmative.

"I didn't say that."

Rick sat back, a smug grin on his face. A grin that infuriated her, got her hackles up, and at the same time intrigued her.

She was going to agree. He didn't doubt it for a second. If the girl was going to say no, she would have done it already, a few times over. Rick was well versed in rejection, and this was not a rejection. Just a hesitation. One he couldn't blame her for, not when she had three witnesses sitting there and watching it all take shape.

He considered taking the nice guy route. It was what he would've done, many moons ago.

Maybe he was pushing too hard, but his arousal was already starting to stir at just the idea of what he'd proposed. Pussy and a blowjob. It sounded better than a beer and a steak, he was positive it would taste better too. And knowing she'd fight the pleasure made it better.

It'd be a challenge. When was the last time he'd had a challenge since landing in Alexandria? 

Meeting her eyes, ignoring their audience, he could tell she was beginning to cave. All she needed was a small push, and he'd get what he wanted.

"I'll shave." He finally said. "But if I go through all that trouble, you can't back out."

He watched her process his words, finally letting out a sigh, looking like she wanted to kill him for putting her in such a position.

"Better make it baby smooth." She answered, shaking her head in disbelief at her own words.

What was this man, a fucking mind reader? It was like he'd known she wouldn't want anything that made her remember that the mouth on her pussy belonged to a man. How the hell had this happened? How was he able to read her so easily, to know she'd give in, that she was that desperate to get off, or at least have someone try to get her there?

"Okay, I'm going home," Glenn said.

"Bye," Abraham said, not bothering to cast Glenn a glance. His attention was solely on Tara and Rick. Daryl, for his part, couldn't take his eyes off Tara.

"You serious?" Daryl asked. "You're gonna…with a man?"

"Yeah," she said, confirming what Rick, and the guys, pretty much already knew. She was gonna do it. She was easy to read sometimes and while that pissed her off, like it did now, she wasn't going to let it stop her. How bad could it be, anyway? Rick was a straight guy. From what she knew of him he'd been married. Surely he knew what to do with a pussy.

Though, now she thought about it, she had no fucking clue what to do with a dick.

"What makes you think you even could get me off?" she challenged. "And even if you do, which I doubt, what makes you think I could do the same?"

"I'll walk you through it."

"You think you will? You think you can make a lesbian come?"

"You're a woman," Rick said, looking as cocky as he undoubtedly felt. "I can make any woman come."

Tara snorted in laughter, and it was derisive. She was mocking him but the look in her leader's eyes told her he was a thousand percent confident he could do everything he boasted. Considering some of the shit she'd seen him overcome, she was starting to think that maybe he could. Did she want an orgasm? Did she want sweet release? Hell yes. Did she want it with a man? She didn't think so. This man, though…this man was different.

"So why can't we watch?" Abraham said.

Tara finally turned to him. "Get over it, Abe. Go home."

"I'm gonna go take a piss," Daryl said, standing up.

Abraham was the one snorting now. "Yeah, and jack off. I think I'll find Rosita…"

Daryl disappeared inside while Abraham headed home. Tara looked at Rick. "Where are we supposed to do this?"

"Can't be here, my kids are home," Rick said. "They might hear you."

Tara, who lived with Abraham, Rosita, Glenn, and Maggie, nodded, though she found it a bit annoying that Rick was so damn sure he was going to make her make some noise.

"My room it is. When?"

"I've gotta shave," he said. "Tonight, after I get the kids to sleep I'll come over."

He stood and looked down at her. She looked small all of a sudden, and very young. Still, she was a woman, not a kid.

"Don't chicken out."

"I won't if you won't."

This is fucking insane, Tara thought later as she took a shower and shaved her legs. I'm shaving my legs and my pits and trimming my snatch for a man. A man. For fuck sake…

Rick Grimes. In less than an hour, probably, Rick Grimes was going to be in her bedroom with his head between her thighs. She couldn't quite make herself believe it. She even found a tiny straight razor and used it to trim her eyebrows too.

"Fucking asshole," she said at her reflection, and she was talking to herself, not about Rick.

She didn't like the butterflies in her stomach. She should call it off. Lock her bedroom door and hide. She seriously considered that when she toweled dry and lotioned her legs and then pulled on a shirt that she wore nothing at all beneath. She sat on her bed, her knees up, arms wrapped around her legs, terrified and excited and ready to flip her shit. She almost yelped when she heard the door downstairs open and close.

Here he comes, she thought. Fuck.

There was a knock and she couldn't find her voice to answer so Rick opened the door. He hadn't chickened out like she was about to. Her pride had always gotten her into trouble. It was doing so now. He shut the door and she thought he looked pretty good, for a man at least, wearing a black tee-shirt and jeans. He wore some sandals that he kicked off as the approached and stood at the foot of her bed. He looked young in the soft light of her bedside lamp.

"We don't have to do this," he said, and she had no doubt she looked as scared as she was feeling.

But she wasn't just scared. She was excited. She was curious. Tara was comfortable with her sexuality. She was gay and she knew there was nothing wrong with that. Still, she'd only ever had that one clumsy teenage boy as a male lover. She'd gone her adult life thinking it would be impossible for a man to get her off should she ever let one try. Now she wasn't so sure. There was a huge difference between Rick, a real man, and a kid trying to become one by practicing on her.

"No. I want to show you up," she said.

"So you're determined to dislike it?" he said, enjoying the challenge she posed. She'd fight it something hard and even if he failed he wanted to try. He wanted the taste of her sugar in his mouth.

Tara only shrugged. "No, not determined. I'm just sure I won't, that's all."

"Well, let's see. May I?" he said, tugging on his shirt. Again, she shrugged and watched him pull it off. He didn't have chest hair. That was a relief.

She scooted back on the bed and lay flat on her back while Rick took up a position at her feet. He'd been true to his word and shaved. His face was baby smooth and he smelled fresh from the shower. He hadn't put on cologne and she was grateful. He smelled clean but neutral.

"Hand me that lotion, will you?" he said.

Tara grabbed the bottle of lotion from the table and handed it to him, wondering what on earth he was gonna do with it and what purpose it served when men ate pussy. She was surprised when he put some lotion in his hand and then began rubbing her right foot, massaging it.

"Just relax," he said.

He had surprisingly smooth hands. They weren't as soft as a woman's but they weren't as calloused as she'd expected either. She closed her eyes and laced her fingers over her middle and just enjoyed the foot rub.

"Pussy," Rick said. "Been a long time since I've had a taste. You know what I mean?"

She nodded. "Yeah, me either."

His fingers felt good, kneading her foot, before his hands began to rub along her calf. She tensed only for a moment before she realized he wasn't going to move any higher. The tension all over her body began to relax, bleed out through the ministrations of his fingers on her foot and leg.

"The smell of an aroused woman…nothing like it," he said.

That brought memories back to Tara. "Kinda sweet, kinda salty," she said.

"Mmmhmm…" he said softly.

To her immense surprise she felt the tension in her gut loosen and a slight tingle begin between her thighs as he expounded on the pleasures of enjoying a pussy, all things she could relate to wholeheartedly. He moved to her left foot, talking about the feel of a clit under his tongue.

"That little hard nub," he was saying, rubbing up her calf.

A light moan escaped her then.

"You like a squirter?" he asked. "Having that sugar spray on your face, coating your chin…"

"Oh, God, yeah," she said, remembering a particularly wet girl she used to fuck.

"Nothing like the feel of a wet pussy around your fingers, either," he said.

This time she didn't even tense when he lay down on the bed and parted her knees. She was ready and she couldn't even find it within herself to be pissed off that she wanted to feel a tongue on her. His face was so smooth when he planted light, feathery kisses on the insides of her thighs, smelling her arousal and breathing it in. He pushed up her shirt, revealing her, and she looked down to see the lust in his eyes.

She liked that look. That thirsty look. She liked it on a man of all people.

Tara opened her legs, pulling her knees up and watched as Rick dragged his tongue through her slit.

Rick sighed, his breath hot on her thighs. "You taste as good as I thought you would. More sweet than salty."

That kind of talk from a guy should have disgusted her. Instead it was making the knot in her core tighten. He flicked his tongue out, caressing her clit, and then moaned. "Mmmmm…" the vibrations from such a deep voice was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

"Oh, God…"

Before she knew it Tara's hands were in Rick's hair, pushing him down, and he let her without complaint. The man wasn't an amateur that was for fucking sure. He'd lick, then press the tip of his tongue into her entrance, just enough to tease and add pressure without any significant penetration. Then he'd be back at her clit, circling it with impressive speed before suckling her.

She'd sworn she'd hate it, that she wouldn't like receiving from a man, but damn if Rick Grimes wasn't driving her insane. She was so sensitive and he worked that bundle of nerves like a master pianist on a baby grand. She gave in, realized she'd lost this bet that she wouldn't like it and threw her head back when she felt his fingertips pinching and rolling her nipples while he sucked at her clit. When she came undone it was on a scream she was sure everyone in the house had heard.

Rick was licking his lips as he gazed up at her. She was even inclined to forgive the smug smirk on his face as she saw him lapping at her juices, his chin coated with them.

He only had two words for her. "My turn."

"I hate you."

Her words were barely more than a whimper, but said with a smile, her legs still shaking as her body recovered.

And if it wasn't for Rick's cock straining against his jeans, begging for the same release he'd just given the girl next to him, he might have let her off the hook. It almost didn't seem fair to force her to go through with it, the girl simply didn't like cock. Rick at least did like pussy.

And just the taste of her cunt was almost enough. It'd been so damn long since Rick had heard a woman moan, had tasted that sweet flavor that even if he backed out now, he'd still be a winner. But the very same thing that had made it almost worth it was the very same thing making his erection too painful ignore. 

There was no way his body was going to take no for an answer, not when his chin was still sticky from her juices, his lips sucked dry from the flavor.

"You don't hate me." He assured her, finally unbuckling his belt as he laid flat on his back, his mind already imagining the moment when she wrapped her mouth around him. "You want to thank me."

As soon as the words left his lips, he slipped out of his jeans, finally freeing his aching cock, rubbing a hand over it just to relieve some of the ache he felt.

"You're gonna thank me."

And that statement got her attention, Tara sat up to look at him, her eyes flicking over his body, no doubt inspecting every last inch. To his surprise, there was no disgust there. Rick stroked himself one more time, squeezing himself tight just to see her react. And if his dick was putting her off, you could've fooled him. Her eyes were glued to his cock, watching as he continued to rub himself, his balls tightening with each stroke.

"I don't like cock."

She blurted the words out and Rick knew it was more for her benefit than his own.

"You don't have to like cock." Rick told her, removing his hand and replacing it with hers. 

The sensation was almost immediate. How long had it been since someone else's fingers had grasped around his length? Too long, that was for sure. It was why he couldn't help but arch his hips to the contact, why he couldn't stop the next words out of his mouth.

"You just have to like mine."

He met her eyes with the statement, giving her a small nod of his head that she finally returned.

And when she finally lowered her head, Rick sat up a little just to enjoy the sight of seeing two lips wrapped around his dick. He wasn't about to let any part of this experience slip through his fingers, not a chance in hell. Just the visual made his stomach flutter, his body tense in preparation.

But none of it compared to the moment when her wet little mouth finally engulfed him, the second his dick was finally inside of something warm and slick, the pleasure from just that alone forcing a grunt passed his lips.

Maybe she wasn't repulsed by the idea of him anymore, but Rick could tell Tara was still clueless as to what to do next. And while sitting still in her mouth was pretty fucking good, he wanted her to suck his dick like she meant it, like it was the last blowjob he'd ever get.

"Tighter."

As soon he said the words, he felt her lips wrap tighter around him, forcing his hips to roll, forcing him deeper into her mouth.

Finally, she began to move her head, putting in some effort and just the slightest bit of movement was almost too much, making Rick thankful for her clumsy rhythm. If not he would've shot his load a lot faster than he wanted to. For the moment he was happy to settle for the hesitant way she worked his cock, slowly getting more comfortable with what she was doing, her instincts kicking in.

She'd suck him from base to tip, paying his head a little extra attention, her tongue flicking around it a little more each time, milking moans of encouragement out of him.

Rick wanted more than moans milked out of him though. Eventually his ass started to lift off the bed, begging to fuck her mouth, begging to take control. And since he didn't want to make it harder for her than it already was, he ran his fingers through her hair instead, forcing her to look at him.

"Right there..." he panted, her mouth finding the perfect spot on his cock, right in the middle, allowing the head of his dick to rub against the back of her tongue while her lips slid over his length.

His grip on her hair tightened, along with every muscle in his body, gearing up for release. He held her in place, figuring forcing her head to move the way he wanted was probably more considerate than forcing his dick down her throat like he really wanted to.

"Use your hands. I put 'em there for a reason."

Rick didn't care anymore if he sounded like an asshole. All he cared was that she obeyed, her hand wrapping around the base, her tight strokes matching that of her mouth.

He was close it was almost painful. His stomach was contracting, his breaths were quickening, his cock throbbing so hard he was positive she could feel it too. But he fought it, his thighs clenching in agony, his hips still rolling in long, hard strokes into Tara's mouth.

It was so damn wet, so tight, he was positive it couldn't get any better, wasn't sure what he was waiting on to let go.

Not until Tara moaned around his tight skin, forcing his cock to jerk did Rick throw in the towel. The sound of a woman's pleasure just from the taste of him did him in, his dick pulsing in her mouth as he finally let go of her hair, assuming she'd pull away just in time.

To his surprise, Tara stayed put when he shot a thick load of cum down her throat, her lips wrapped tight around him until she'd swallowed every last drop, until every last muscle in his body had clenched tight ecstasy. 

"You want a beer?" Tara asked. "It's nice out. We could sit on the porch."

Rick looked at the clock on the radio beside her bed. It was past midnight but it was also Friday night. He shrugged and got dressed, tucking himself away and pulling on his shirt. Now that it was over, now that he'd found release and relief, he felt a little guilty for everything that had happened. He should have kept his mouth shut about needing his dick sucked. He shouldn't have used Tara's own pride and sense of adventure to manipulate his dick into her mouth or to let him taste her.

Still, his balls were finally empty and he had the memory of a woman's lips wrapped around his aching dick and the feel of shooting his load into her throat. A blowjob wasn't as good as a fuck but it was damn sure the next best thing to it.

It occurred to him…could he manipulate her into letting him fuck her? He knew the thought was wrong but it was on his mind when he sat down on the steps of her house and took a pull off the beer. He used the condensation from the bottle to wipe his chin, getting some of her juices off him. He didn't try too hard, though, he could still smell her and he wanted to keep that scent for as long as he could.

"You didn't taste as bad as I thought you would," she said, finally breaking the silence. "In fact, you tasted pretty good."

"I ate a can of pineapple after dinner," Rick confessed.

She did a double take. "A whole can?"

He nodded.

"That was considerate," she said, and she sounded genuine.

"Believe it or not, I can be considerate."

The statement was more for his own benefit. Even now, he still didn't feel good about what he'd done. What he still wanted to do.

Tara shrugged, finally stealing a glance in his direction.

"I think I liked that you weren't..."

Her voice trailed off as they both considered the meaning. Maybe Tara was surprised she'd enjoyed any of their encounter, but Rick was more shocked to learn it wasn't just his dick she'd tolerated, but him too.

"I mean, women are women. Soft. Gentle. I guess if I had to fuck a man, I may as well go from one extreme to the next. Go big or go home, right?" She laughed, taking another sip of her beer.

Rick knew she was trying to shut herself up before she'd said too much. But no matter how many sips from her beverage she took, the words were out there, planting seeds in his brain. It was too late.

"We could go big."