Lesbian Stepmother (10 page)

“Well, what do you want to see?”

“I want to see the delivery guy’s car pull
up with my dinner.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

Rick found a black and white movie featuring cowboys
shooting at one another from behind wooden outhouses. He set the
remote back down. “This looks alright.”

Lonna began to massage her throat with one hand, trying
to play up the idea of her being sick. She thought it would be the
perfect solution to get through the weekend without having to make
any major decisions. “God, I can hardly swallow. I need
another cold drink.”

Rick sighed. “I don’t see how that’s
going to help.”

She returned to the kitchen and placed her glass in the
sink, taking down a new one from the cabinet, a very large novelty
glass that looked more like a vase. She then made herself another
cocktail, using up the last of the open bottle of vodka and breaking
out the spare. She made it extra strong and mixed it with orange
juice, adding plenty of ice and stirring it with a long handled
spoon.

When she came back out into the living room, Rick’s
eyes bulged comically and his mouth opened in astonishment. “Holy
smokes! Are you expecting company?”

Lonna grinned sardonically. “Ha ha. There’s
hardly any booze in this. Haven’t you ever heard of drinking
lots of orange juice when you’re getting sick?”

“Yeah, yeah. Damn, you really think you’re
coming down with something, huh?”

“I know I am. It hurts to even talk.” She
took a sip from the vase. It was even stronger than she’d
thought.

Rick sat and watched her put it down on the coffee
table. It dwarfed everything around it. He was going to make
another crack, but thought better of it. “So what’s
going on with Abbie, anyway? Is she going to come out here and eat
with us when the food guy gets here?”

Lonna sat down. “I don’t know. I doubt
it.”

“She’s really that mad at me?”

“I think so. Didn’t you hear her yelling
in there?”

“Yeah, I heard. But she can’t stay mad
forever. Even if I’d have gotten her that stupid thing, she’d
be tired of it by now.”

“Maybe you should bring her dinner in there and
eat with her. I’ll stay out here, and give you two a chance to
talk things over.”

Rick looked unhappy with the suggestion. “I
don’t think so. She’s welcome to come out here, but I’m
not going to eat my dinner in her bedroom.”

“I really don’t think she’s going to
want to come out here. She’s furious at you.”

He seemed to think about it. “Shit!”

Lonna sighed. “Maybe I can take it in there for
her. I think I was making a little progress with her earlier.”

“Just hand it to her through the door. Otherwise
she’ll probably catch your cold.”

“It’s her birthday. She’s not a
monkey. We’re not just going to toss a sack of food through
the door. If you’re not going to go in there and eat with her,
then I really think I should.”

“She can come out here. Otherwise, forget it.”

“You can forget it. If you’re not going, I
am.”

He glared at her. “Fine. You go. I’ll
watch TV.”

Lonna picked up the big drink with both hands and took
a sip. She almost laughed. Things were actually working out quite
well. Now she had the perfect excuse to avoid him all weekend. The
idea of spending the next two days locked up with Abbie in her
bedroom sent shivers of excitement throughout her entire body.

They watched the cowboy movie for a few more minutes,
not speaking. The action had ceased and now two of the men were
sitting in a saloon, talking things over. Lonna soon heard a car
approach the house, followed by the slam of a door.

Rick looked out the window. “Finally.” He
got up, digging his wallet from his back pocket.

Chapter 13

While Rick was paying the man at the door, Lonna got up
and retrieved plates and silverware from the kitchen. She also took
a few paper towels and stuffed them in her back pocket. When she met
up with Rick at the coffee table, she set one of the plates and forks
down for him, and picked up her giant screwdriver.

He watched her. “You’re bringing that it
Abbie’s room?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to keep
running back and forth every time I want a sip. Don’t worry,
I’m not going to share it with her.” Lying to him came
easily now, there was not even the slightly tinge of guilt.

“Why don’t you ask her to come in here and
eat. I don’t like the idea of you two shut up in her room.”

“I’ll ask her, but remember, it’s you
she’s mad at. If you want her to come in here, you’re
going to have to be the one to convince her.”

He set the bags of food on the coffee table and marched
down the hall. He grumbled something, but Lonna couldn’t make
it out. When he reached Abbie’s door, he knocked softly three
times and called out, “Abbie?”

Her voice was barely audible through the door. “What?”

“Dinner’s here. I got you some spicy
shrimp. Why don’t you come out and eat with us?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Abbie, come on. You can’t stay mad at me
just because you didn’t get some outrageously expensive
birthday gift. Why don’t you come out and eat dinner and we
can talk about it?”

“I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me
alone!”

“Quit being a brat! You’re nineteen now,
it’s time to start acting like it.”

There was a pause, and then the sound of the lock being
disengaged. The door opened a crack and Abigail peeked out at him.
“You’re right. I am nineteen now. And I’m sick
and fucking tired of you always telling me what to do.”

“Abbie...”

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Why can’t
you just leave me alone?”

“I don’t want you hiding in there all
night. All weekend. It’s not normal.”

“I’m trying to do my fucking homework! I
don’t have time to sit in there with you listening to your
stupid fucking stories about clogged fuel injectors.”

Rick clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. “I’m
not asking you to listen to any stories. Just come eat dinner! It’s
your birthday, you shouldn’t be spending it alone in your
room.”

“I’m not coming out.”

Rick glowered at her. “You going to live in
there?”

“Unless you’re planing to throw me out.”

“I’m not throwing anyone out! I’m
just asking you to come eat dinner!”

“Why would I want to eat dinner with you? Do you
think I would enjoy the experience?”

“Jesus Christ, Abbie, just get in there and eat!”

“Fuck you!” She slammed the door and
locked it.

“Little bitch!” He stormed back down the
hall, avoiding eye contact with Lonna. “Fucking spoiled brat.”

“You handled that well,” Lonna said.

“Don’t start. She’s being
unreasonable.” He sat down and tore open the bags, looking for
his pepper steak. When he found it, he dumped some onto his plate
and began fumbling with a carton of rice.

“I’m going to bring some dinner in for
her.”

“Good luck. Ten bucks says she won’t even
open the door.”

“Well, I’m at least going to try. I can’t
sit in here eating while she’s probably crying in there, alone
and hungry on her birthday.”

“I told her to come eat. She made the decision
not to.”

Lonna was still holding her drink and the two plates
and forks. She walked down the hall and knocked twice on Abbie’s
door. “Abbie? It’s your stepmother.”

The lock clicked and the door opened up. They smiled
at each other. “What do you want?” Abbie said it
harshly for Rick’s benefit.

Lonna handed her the enormous drink; Abbie’s
smile widened considerably when she realized what it was. “Would
you like some dinner? It’s okay if you eat in your room.”
She handed over the plates and the forks.

“Okay. Maybe you could join me.”

“I’d like that. Hang on, let me grab the
food.” Lonna winked at her and quickly returned to the living
room, rearranging the take-out cartons and putting the chicken and
shrimp and two small containers of rice into one bag.

“You eating in her room?” Rick asked. His
mouth was full, but he jammed in another forkful anyway.

“Yes. She invited me.”

“Don’t forget your egg rolls.”

Lonna took two of the egg rolls and added them to her
bag. There were already some packets of soy sauce and other assorted
condiments at the bottom. “I’ll try and cheer her up.
Maybe she’ll come out for some cake later on.”

Rick looked up at her. “Shit! I didn’t
get any cake.”

“I bought one yesterday. It’s in the
refrigerator.”

“Oh.” He nodded, shoveling in more food.
“Good.”

* * *

When Lonna got back to Abbie’s room, she set the
bag down on the desk as Abbie closed and locked the door. As soon as
it was locked, they wrapped their arms around each other and became
lost in a long, lingering kiss. They stood that way for nearly five
full minutes, their mouths becoming busily reunited. When they
finally had enough, they smiled happily and kissed each other softly
on the lips and then embraced tightly.

“Thanks for coming to visit me,” Abbie
said.

Lonna giggled. “Thanks for having me.”

“I feel like having you right now.”

Lonna kissed her again. “What do you say we eat
first? Then we can have a little birthday party in your bed.”

Abbie laughed, hopping up and down. “Yes, yes,
yes!”

“Grab the bag, sweetie. I’ll get the
plates.”

They sat on the bed together and dished out the food,
the plates balanced on their laps. They took turns sprinkling soy
sauce over their dinners and then began to eat, pausing to take
occasional sips from the large cocktail Lonna had prepared.

“This is even stronger than the one we had this
morning,” Abbie said.

“Too strong?”

“No, I love it!” She handed it to Lonna,
who took a big sip and set it on the desk.

“I’m glad. That should last us for
awhile.”

Abbie scooped some food into her mouth and chewed
happily. “Food is good, too. You want to try some shrimp?”

Lonna smiled and opened her mouth, waiting.

Giggling, Abbie scooped up some more, making sure to
get a couple of shrimps on the fork, and then carefully raised it to
Lonna’s mouth, sliding it in. Lonna closed her lips over the
stem of the fork and Abbie slid it back out, leaning over and giving
her a little kiss while she chewed.

“It is good. Here, try some chicken.”
Lonna scooped up some of her dinner and fed it to Abbie. Soon they
were feeding each other every other forkful, and taking turns eating
from each other’s plates. When the plates were empty, they
shared an egg roll, and then another. They passed the drink back and
forth, washing down the food and catching a little buzz.

“You want some more dinner?” Lonna asked.

Abbie thought about it. “Maybe a little. But no
more rice.”

Lonna set their plates on the desk and they each took a
carton of food, eating directly from the containers with their forks.
They shared, and fed each other several more times, laughing and
feeling very happy. When they were both full, they set the food
aside and resumed working on the drink.

Lonna took a large swallow, really feeling the booze
kick in. She passed it to Abbie, who tried to emulate her and ended
up coughing some of it back out. “Oh, all over my good skirt!”

Lonna remembered she had some paper towels in her back
pocket and took them out, wiping at the spill. Abbie spread her legs
a little so Lonna could get at the worst of it. “Why don’t
you take this off, sweetheart?”

Abbie smiled. “You don’t like it?”

“I do like it. I’d like it even better on
the floor.”

Abbie undid the clasp and removed the skirt, tossing it
across the room. She was now wearing only a blouse, stockings and
panties, all black. “How’s that?”

“Much better. Although that blouse looks a
little confining. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without
it?”

“I was just going to say the exact same thing
about your pants.”

They both laughed and began undressing. Abbie’s
shirt and Lonna’s jeans were soon lying on the floor.

“Hey,” said Abbie. “You know
something?”

“What’s that?”

“I’ve kissed you a hundred times, and even
eaten you out. But I still haven’t seen your breasts.”

“You think this is a good time?”

“I know it is.”

Lonna giggled and unbuttoned her blouse. Abbie helped
her, and when it was wide open Lonna lifted her bra up, exposing both
of her milky white breasts. “Peekaboo!”