Lesbian Stepmother (26 page)

Her face was nestled into the hollow of my neck and I
could feel her warm breath on my skin. Her subtle perfume filled my
nostrils and I felt like I was in a dream. She felt so soft and
warm, her thin dress almost nonexistent. I hadn’t held anyone
like that since Dianne, and memories came flooding back. Wonderful
memories.

We held each other for several minutes without
speaking. Then Susan shifted in my arms and looked into my eyes.
She smiled. “Thank you, Amy.”

“Thank you.”

Her smiled widened. “I’ve been wanting to
hold you like this for a long time.”

I could no longer think straight. Susan was in my
arms, in my bed, and my father was in the next room. What was this?
“You can hold me whenever you want,” I whispered.

“Be careful. I might actually take you up on
that.”

“Susan...”

She ran a hand up and down my back, caressing me.
“Yes?”

“I’m not sure what’s going on.”

She sighed, very deeply. I wanted to kiss her so badly
that I was almost shaking. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I just...”
Abruptly, I hugged her to me, very tight. “The way I feel
about you... I mean... God, Susan, I’m completely in love with
you.”

“I know,” she whispered.

I wanted to cry. Why was she teasing me? Didn’t
she know what she was doing to me? “This is... breaking my
heart.”

She pulled slightly out of my embrace so that she could
look at me again. “Amy. That’s not my intention at all,
honey.”

“What is?”

Her sad smile was back. “Do you think about me a
lot?”

I nodded. “All the time.”

She kissed the tip of my nose. Dianne had done that
once, in her bathroom. “What would you say if I told you...
that I think about you too?”

My pulse quickened so much that I thought I might pass
out. “You... what?”

“I think about you, Amy. More and more, all the
time.”

“But... you’re not...”

She slipped a finger between our lips, which were very
close together. “Shhhh.”

“Susan...”

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Her finger
slid away and then her lips were on mine. I was so stunned, and so
thrillingly stimulated that I completely lost track of everything
else. All I knew was Susan and her soft, silky mouth pressed against
my own. I hadn’t been kissed in so long that I’d
forgotten what it was like. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth
and ran her tongue along it, causing me to gasp. I squeezed her with
both arms, holding her tight and losing myself in her presence. When
she slipped her tongue into my mouth I almost wept with joy. I
sucked on it eagerly and then slid my own tongue into her mouth.

Susan moaned and rolled over on top of me. She kissed
me deeply, our lips locked and our tongues sparring. Her dress had
pulled up slightly and I pulled it up even more so than I could slide
my hands under it and run them along the soft, smooth skin of her
back. I spread my legs to allow her to nestle between them, and as
our kiss lingered on I lifted my feet into the air and wrapped my
thighs around her, holding her securely against me.

She broke the kiss for a moment and shifted above me.
Her hip slid along my crotch and the friction of it almost caused me
to come. I was so close, and my pants were still on. She seemed to
know exactly what had happened and smiled at me, biting at my lower
lip and then running her tongue along it again, this time on the
inside. Shifting again, she rubbed her hip against me over and over.

I mashed my mouth to hers, squeezing her in a fierce
embrace. The passion I felt was enormous, almost overwhelming. I
moaned loudly and squirmed on the bed beneath her. As she continued
to rub against me I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting
her, and then I was coming.

“Oh, Susan!” I gasped into her mouth as my
orgasm ripped through me in wave after wave of blissful release. She
held me tightly in both her arms as the tremors worked their way
through my body, leaving me panting. Then I was still, almost
paralyzed in the aftereffects of my climax.

She smiled down at me and gently kissed my mouth. “Did
that feel good?”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I could speak.

“Good.” She kissed me again, on the cheek.

“Susan...”

“Yes?”

“I’m confused...”

“So am I, honey.” She rolled off of me,
pulling me with her so that we were lying on our sides, our arms
still around each other. We lay still for a little while, just
gazing into each other’s eyes. Then she gave me another little
kiss, very gently. “I’m sorry about this, if it’s
not what you wanted.”

“It
is
.
Don’t be sorry. I just... I’m not sure what we’re
doing.”

“Neither am I. I just thought, that since I know
you like me...”

“I love you.”

She smiled and gave me another kiss. “I just
thought we’d give this a try. We don’t have to do it
again.” She ran the back of one hand over my cheek. “Or,
if you want to... we can.”

Her words sent shivers of excitement through me. Of
course I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do it again right away,
without my pants on. “What about you? What do you want?”

She cuddled closer, holding me and burying her face in
the crook of my neck. “I’d love to do it again. Do
it... for real.”

I thought my heart was going to explode. They say you
should be careful what you wish for, and I thought back to my
birthday cake and the wish I’d made before blowing out the
candles. It was coming true. “What about my father?”

“What about him?”

“The two of you are married.”

She lifted her head and nodded. “I know. And I
feel guilty about doing this. But...” The sadness was back in
her eyes. “He doesn’t really want me. He’s very
odd. He seems to like it better when I leave him alone.”

“Really?” I was surprised. I’m not
sure why.

“Yes. I’m not even sure why he wanted to
get married. Maybe he didn’t.”

“Did you?”

“I thought I did.”

I leaned forward and kissed her. “I’m
sorry, Susan.”

She smiled. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
She reached down and found my hand with hers, lacing our fingers
together. “Anyway, I’m going to leave this up to you,
Amy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this
thing between us. I know you’re confused. And I know I am,
too. But I want you to know that... I like you a
lot
.”
She smiled and kissed me again. “And I’d like to be
with you sometimes. Like this. Just the two of us. It doesn’t
have to mean anything. Or it could, if you want it to.”

“My god, Susan.” Something occurred to me.
“I didn’t think... that you liked girls.”

“I like you.”

That warmed my heart, and the love I felt for her
seemed to multiply. “If it was up to me, you’d be in
here with me every night.”

She giggled. “I don’t think that would
work. But maybe sometimes...”

“Yes?”

“Whenever we can. Whenever you want.” She
smiled. “Kissing you just now... that was the most sensuous
thing I’ve ever experienced. It was very special to me.”

I held her, loving her. “I want you as much as I
can possibly have you.”

“Then it seems as though we’re going to be
a lot closer than we’ve been.”

* * *

We lay together for a little while longer and then
Susan kissed me again and said she needed to get back to the living
room. She didn’t want my father to become suspicious.

After she left, I lay in bed thinking about her for a
very long time. I felt happy and excited, but also a little
apprehensive. I had the chance to be with her now, sort of, but only
in secrecy. It was a blessing and a curse.

I tried to read that night before going to sleep, but I
was unable to concentrate. My mind was filled with nothing but
thoughts of Susan. I hoped that her thoughts were of me; I had a
feeling they would be, and that made me happy.

When I fell asleep I was hugging the pillow that she’d
rested her head on. There was a faint trace of her perfume on it,
and I pretended that it was her, still in my arms.

Soon, I knew, it would be.

Chapter 10

The next morning when I woke up, I felt kind of
headachy and more than a little bit concerned about what had taken
place the night before. I knew very well that Susan had been half
drunk, and it made me wonder how much of an influence that had had on
her behavior. I hoped it had been very little; I loved the idea of
us being intimate.

I took a shower and got dressed for work before
entering the kitchen. There I found my father just finishing his
daily bowl of oatmeal, and Susan standing at the stove. She was
cooking eggs, something she normally did only on Sundays. My father
mumbled good morning to me, and I repeated it to him. When Susan
heard me there she turned with a smile, looking adorable in her
little blue nighty, her hair still messy from sleep. I wanted to go
to her and hug her so badly, but I knew I couldn’t.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” she said
happily.

I smiled. “I hate to tell you this, but my
birthday is over for another year.”

“That may be true. But I made you a little
birthday breakfast anyway.” She’d made me pancakes the
day before, and now eggs. I’d have to be careful or I’d
end up putting on weight.

“Are you trying to fatten me up?”

She giggled. “It’s just a couple of
scrambled eggs and some rye toast. I know you like it on Sundays,
but I figured you deserve an extra little treat. Call it your
post-birthday breakfast.”

“Thank you, Susan. It smells wonderful.”
I walked to the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee. I was
standing very near her, and we glanced at each other with a knowing
smile as my father scraped the last bits of oatmeal from his bowl
with a noisy clatter. I was so tempted to touch her, and was quite
certain she felt the same way.

“You just sit down. I’ll bring it over to
you.”

“Okay.”

As I pulled out a chair, my father stood up. “Eggs
and toast,” he said. “Good hangover food.”

“I don’t have a hangover. I only had a
little wine.”

He grunted, pushing his chair in. Then he carried his
bowl and spoon to the sink and set them inside. “Are you two
done with the bathroom for the next few minutes?”

We both acknowledged that we were, and he grabbed his
coffee cup and left the room.

“What a nice fellow,” I muttered.

Susan giggled and finished scraping my eggs onto a
plate. As soon as she set the pan down she spun around and came to
me, her arms opening in anticipation of a hug.

I still hadn’t sat down. I moved toward, my
heart pounding, and wrapped her up in my arms. We embraced tightly
and held each other there, the sunlight streaming through the window
and painting a warm rectangle over our legs. It felt so good to have
her back in my arms that I actually got goosebumps. She squeezed me
and rocked back and forth, making me so happy I wanted to cry.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

It was almost too much for me. I buried my face in her
soft blonde hair and inhaled deeply, my hands roaming over her back.
“I missed you too, Susan.”

“I wasn’t sure... how you would feel about
me this morning.”

“I was wondering the same thing. About you.”

She straightened up, loosening our embrace. She looked
me in the eyes, smiling, and I swear I never saw anyone look so
beautiful. She was perfect, and I wanted so much for her to be mine.
“I feel the same, Amy. Everything I said last night... I
meant every word. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I nodded, my whole body lit up from within. She had my
heart and I loved her, so much. “I don’t even try to
stop thinking about you anymore. There’s no way to do it.”

Her smiled widened and she pressed her nose to mine.
“You’re so fucking sweet I can’t stand it.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Is that
bad?”

“No, baby. It’s wonderful.” Then
her mouth was on mine and we became engaged in a deep, passionate
kiss. If possible, it was even sweeter and more exciting than the
ones we’d shared the night before. Holding her there in the
kitchen, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, and mine hers,
our hands caressing each other’s bodies; it was enough to send
my arousal soaring to new heights. I had to be careful or she’d
take me right over the edge again.

“Susan...” She sucked my tongue into her
mouth and crushed me against her, making me literally dizzy with
lust. I moaned and leaned into her, our bodies molded together from
knee to mouth.