Lesbian Stepmother (30 page)

Anyway, we were loading up the washing machine in the
laundry room, which is just off the kitchen. We had the door
partially closed, but not completely because we weren’t really
doing anything besides stuffing clothes in the machine and bumping
our hips playfully together. We kept getting in each other’s
way on purpose, so that we’d have to bop into each other in
order to get anywhere. This led to a brief spell of giggling and
some very light wresting, and both of us got very turned on, which
for us was not the least bit unusual. I could have had sex with
Susan ten times a day and I’d still want more.

She pressed me up against the dryer, one of her arms
still cradling a bundle of dirty laundry, and ground her pelvis into
my crotch. “How do you like that, sweetheart?”

I gripped her shoulders and pulled her even closer. “I
like it a lot.”

She giggled. “I’ll bet you do.”

“Why don’t you take your pants off, Susan?
I’m really hungry and something smells good in there.”

She laughed again and pulled a pair of her panties out
from the bundle of laundry under her arm. “Maybe this is what
you smell.” She held it up and let the rest of the clothing
fall to the floor.

“Maybe.” I snatched it away from her and
pressed it to my face, inhaling. I could smell her on the fabric and
it got me so aroused I almost came. “Oh, god,” I moaned.
“I want you so bad.”

She pressed into me, working her thigh between my legs.
Then she pulled the panties away from my face and began kissing me,
very passionately. Our arms went around each other and we really got
into it, making out right there in the laundry room while my father
sat in his chair two rooms away.

At least I thought he was two rooms away. It was a
real shock when the door flew open and he was standing there, staring
at us.

“What the fuck?” he blurted.

Susan and I separated as quickly as we could, but it
was far too late. We were both astonished; he’d never actually
caught us before. He’d come close, but he’d never
actually seen anything and we’d always had an excuse handy to
explain what he thought he might have seen. This time it was
different.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Susan scolded him.
I guess she was trying to throw him off with that, but it didn’t
even come close to working.

He glared at her. “What the fuck were you
doing?”

“What did it look like?”

He studied her and then looked at me before bring his
gaze back to her. “You were kissing. What the hell were you
doing that for?” He rubbed a hand through his hair, looking
almost sick with the reality of what he had witnessed.

“She was showing me how,” I told him.

“Showing you how?”

I nodded. “In case you haven’t noticed,
I’ve never had a boyfriend. But I have a date next weekend.”
I could come up with lies pretty quick, but I wasn’t sure this
one made any sense. “Susan was giving me a few pointers.”

“It looked like she was giving you a lot more
than that.”

“How is she supposed to learn how to kiss, if no
one teaches her?” Susan asked.

“Shouldn’t she learn that from the
boyfriend? The date?”

I shrugged. “I asked Susan to show me. She
didn’t want to, but I kept asking.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to know.”

“But you two were really kissing!” He
glanced back and forth between us again. “You had your arms
around each other and everything.”

“That’s how it’s done,” Susan
explained. “You ought to try it sometime.”

My father’s
face turned red and he looked mad enough to become violent, which I’d
never seen him do. His hands balled into fists and he trembled with
rage. “I
have
tried it! You know I have!”

“Not lately,” Susan countered.

“No, not lately! In case you haven’t
noticed, I’ve been swamped with paperwork!”

“You’re always swamped with paperwork. It
never ends!”

“Tell me about it! You think I like it?”

“Yes! I know you do!” She suddenly looked
mad, too.

That kind of put a scare into my father, and he stepped
back a little. “Well, I don’t! I’m getting sicker
and sicker of it all the time!” I actually believed him, even
though he didn’t seem very convincing. I just didn’t
think anyone could actually enjoy doing all that paperwork.

“Well, maybe you ought to take a break from it
once in awhile.”

He scrunched up his mouth and regarded her for a
moment. “We’re getting off track. What does my work
have to do with you and Amy hiding back here and kissing?”

“We’re not hiding!” I shouted.
“We’re doing laundry! We’ve been working all day,
cleaning the house!”

“That’s fine. But I’m not talking
about the laundry. I’m talking about the kissing.”

“We already explained that to you,” Susan
reminded him.

“Well, I didn’t like the explanation.”
He put his hands on his hips and waited for her to respond.

“I told you, I was showing her how. If you don’t
like it, that’s your problem.”

“I
don’t
like it! Who would like their wife and daughter carrying on like
that? It’s disgusting!”

“She’s
not
my
daughter!” Susan shouted. “Stop trying to make me sound
like a pervert! She’s an adult woman, and so am I!”

“Well, it’s still wrong!”

“We were just goofing around,” I
interjected. “What’s the big deal?”

He stared at me,
fuming. He was really mad, but some of the intensity seemed to be
wearing off. “It
is
a big deal! It’s wrong! I don’t like it!”

“You’ve made that very clear,” Susan
said. “Do you want me to stand here and spout off all the
things I don’t like?”

He looked at her, not responding.

“I’ve got quite a list, if you’re
interested,” she continued.

“Not now,” he said.

“Of course not. You’ve got too much work
to do right now.”

I could see a muscle
bunch up in my father’s jaw as he clenched it. “I’ve
got a
ton
!”

“How unusual.”

“I’m not kidding!”

“I’m stunned.”

“Susan!”

“What?”

He stared at her for a moment longer. I swear I
thought he was going to strike out at her, and if he did I was going
to attack him. But then he sort of deflated and he took a deep
breath, steadying himself against the door frame with one hand. “I’m
under a lot of stress right now. I can’t deal with this.”

“There’s nothing to deal with,” I
said.

He looked at me, and I thought I could see a deep
sadness in his eyes. It made me feel not quite so angry with him.
Life was shit most of the time, and I guess he got his share, too.
Only he had this beautiful, wonderful wife and he did nothing but
ignore her. It was wrong, despite the fact that I was benefiting
from it. “I hope not,” he said.

“You need to relax,” Susan said. “You
never stop working.”

He took another deep breath and nodded. “I can’t
argue with that. But I don’t like what I saw in here.”

“We’re women,” Susan said harshly.
“You might not understand, but woman can do things like that in
a friendly, joking-around sort of way. Get over it.”

I could tell he wanted to. He chewed his lip for a
moment and nodded again. “Alright. I’ll get over it.”
He pointed a finger at her. “But I sure as hell better not
see you doing it again. If she needs to learn how to kiss, she can
practice with her new boyfriend.”

He turned and looked at me, and I almost laughed. I
never wanted to kiss another boy as long as I lived. If it was up to
me, I’d never kiss anyone but Susan again. And I’d kiss
her as much as possible, every day. “Maybe,” I said.

“I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend, by
the way. You didn’t mention anything to me about it.”

“You’re always busy. And besides, I don’t
have a new boyfriend. It’s just a date. There’s really
nothing to mention at this point.”

He thought about it and then nodded. “Alright.
Fine.” He regarded us each in turn and then took an enormously
deep breath, letting it out slowly. It seemed to really calm him
down. “I know I’ve been very busy. And as soon as they
hire someone else that will change. Hopefully it will be soon. But
I’d still appreciate being kept in the loop around here. You
two seem to do a lot of sneaking around, and I’m never sure
what’s going on.”

“We don’t sneak around!” Susan
shouted.

He held up both hands. “Okay, okay. That’s
just my impression, for some reason. Anyway, what I’m saying
is, you don’t have to hide things from me. If that’s
what you’re doing.”

“It’s not,” I lied. “But thank
you, and we’ll keep it in mind.”

“Alright. I’ve... got to get back to work.
No more kissing.”

“Yes sir,” Susan said.

He glared at her one more time and then finally walked
away. I could tell it was a huge relief for him. He was no longer
really comfortable around us, and I didn’t blame him.

As soon as he was gone I slipped my arms around Susan
and gave her a soft kiss. “You were wonderful.”

She hugged me. “So were you, sweetheart.”

“It’s too bad, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Now you’re not allowed to teach me how to
kiss.”

She giggled. “That’s true. But I think by
now you already know how. He didn’t say anything about not
practicing.”

“He said no kissing.”

“Fuck him.” She kissed me, long and deep.
My passion became more inflamed than ever, and I began to squirm
against her, almost desperate to really have her.

When she pulled her mouth away she was breathing very
heavily, and I could tell she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

“What should we do?” she asked.

I reached down and unbuttoned her pants. “He
didn’t mention anything about not eating pussy.”

Chapter 14

So, essentially, we ignored my father’s warnings.
He stayed very busy for the next week, and Susan and I spent a lot
of time together. Our love was growing ever stronger and we became
less and less concerned about what my father might think. There was
no way Susan was going to go back to him if he should ever decide he
had time for her, so their marriage was virtually over. He just
didn’t know it yet, although I suppose he must have sensed it.
After all, it was as much his fault as any else’s.

It was on a Friday night, the very next week, when the
sneaking around finally came to an abrupt end. It must have been
close to midnight, and I had spent over two hours reading before
finally drifting off to sleep in my bed. There was a slight noise in
the hall, which I supposed is what woke me, and then I heard the
sound of my door slowly opening. These sounds were very quiet, but
I’m an extremely light sleeper, and practically anything wakes
me up. I sat up in bed and watched as the silhouetted form of Susan
entered and then she shut the door behind her and slowly approached
my bed.

“Are you awake, honey?” she whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back. “Are you
okay?”

“Yes.” She pulled up the sheets and slid
in beside me. I was so delighted that I immediately wrapped her up
in my arms and rolled her on top of me. She hugged me and kissed my
neck, moaning happily at my warm welcome. “God, Amy. I love
you so much.”

Her words filled my heart with joy and I squeezed her
tighter, wrapping my legs around her. “I love you too, Susan.
More than anything in the world.”

We held each other for a little while and shared some
kisses. I was really curious as to why she came to visit me like
that, though, in the middle of the night. It wasn’t something
she’d ever done before. I rolled over so that we were side by
side and kissed her on the cheek. “You guys have a fight?”
I pried.

She pressed her nose to mine and ran her tongue along
my lower lip, getting me very aroused. “No, honey. Not
really.” She kissed me very softly. “I’m just so
sick of lying there in bed beside him listening to him snore. It
doesn’t make any sense. I keep thinking about you in here, by
yourself, and it makes me question my behavior.” She kissed me
again. “I mean, I really can’t stand the guy, and there
I am in his bed. Meanwhile, I love you like crazy and want to be
with you more than anything, and I just leave you alone in here. I
can’t stand it anymore.”

The love I felt for her was simply overwhelming. I
hugged her very tightly and buried my face in the hollow of her neck.
“Oh, Susan. We need to go away. I want to live with you.
Just you and me.”