Lesbian Stepmother (12 page)

“I just needed one,” Abbie said. “Now
I have one. You don’t have to think about it anymore.”

Rick sighed, looking around the room. He seemed
relatively satisfied, but not ready to admit it.

“I’m really curious,” Lonna said.
“Just what it was you thought we were up to in here.”

“I had no idea.”

“Well now you know,” Abbie said. “Could
you please leave now?”

He looked at her. “Yeah.” He turned to
Lonna. “But I don’t want you sleeping in here. And I
don’t want you bringing booze in here again, either.”

“Yes, master,” she said.

“I don’t mean it like that. It’s
just wrong.”

Lonna nodded. “I get it. But there’s one
thing you should keep in mind.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re my husband. Not my father. I
don’t appreciate being told what to do. And if you think I’m
not going to come in here and visit my stepdaughter whenever I damn
well please, then we’ve got a big problem.”

Rick was silent a moment. “I didn’t say
you couldn’t visit her. I said you can’t sleep in here
or bring in those vodka drinks.”

“Or what?”

“Or nothing. Just don’t do it.”

“We’re supposed to be equal partners. I
have the right to sleep in here if want to.”

He flapped his arms. “I don’t like it!
Why would you even want to?”

“That’s irrelevant.”

“Not to me, it’s not.”

“I’m her stepmother. I have every right to
spend as much time with her as I want.”

“Alright, I’m getting tired of this now.
No one said you can’t spend time with her. Let’s go in
the living room, I’m not standing here all night.”

“Goodbye!” Abbie said loudly. She waved at
him.

“I’m going. Why don’t you two take
that thing in the living room and play with it there? You don’t
need to hide it anymore.”

“Will we get to sit near you and listen to your
bullshit?”

“You’re got a little bit of an attitude
problem, Abbie.”

“I wonder where she gets it?” Lonna asked.

“Let’s not start this whole thing all over
again. I just don’t want you two shut up in here.” He
paused for a moment, thinking. He looked at Lonna. “Were you
going to cut that cake up any time soon?”

“It’s Abbie’s cake.”

“I don’t want you having any,” Abbie
told him. “It’s not something you need, and it’s
far too expensive.”

He nodded. “Alright. Fair enough. A brat to
the very end. Let’s break up this little party.” He
stepped out the door and marched down the hall, muttering to himself.

Lonna immediately swung the door so that it was almost
closed, but not quite. Then she stepped over to Abbie and the two of
them embraced. “Well done, sweetie.”

“Same to you.”

They shared a kiss and Lonna reached down, slipping her
hands into the back of Abbie’s panties and squeezing her ass.
“I love the way you stand up to him,” she whispered.

“I love hearing you stick up for me. It makes me
feel like you really care.”

“I do care.”

“I know.” Abbie reached up and began
massaging Lonna’s breast through her blouse. “Hey, he
never even noticed you weren’t wearing your bra. You can see
your pretty little nipples right through this fabric.”

“I guess he didn’t look.”

“I couldn’t stop.”

They kissed again, deeply, hugging each other very
tight. Then they stepped back, both smiling. “You want some
birthday cake?” Lonna asked.

“If you have some with me.”

“I’d love to.” Lonna spent a minute
putting her bra on. Then the two of them gathered their dinner
things and Abbie opened the door.

* * *

As they were passing through the living room, Rick
stared at them from the couch. “Hey, is there any of that
Chinese food left?”

“A little,” Lonna said.

He jumped up and followed them into the kitchen. When
Lonna put the paper bag on the table, Rick grabbed it and tested it’s
weight. “There’s still quite a bit here. You mind if I
finish it?”

“Go ahead. It’s mostly rice.”

He shrugged, stepping over to the silverware drawer and
taking a fork. He watched them put their dishes in the sink and then
slunk away, back to the couch.

Lonna opened the refrigerator and moved some containers
of yogurt and cans of soda out of the way on the bottom shelf,
revealing a cake box. She slid it out and set it on the table.

Abbie watched her, smiling. She peeked through the
cellophane window in the box top and saw her name written on the
cake. “Wow! You had it made special!”

“I would have preferred to make you one myself.
Next year, I will.”

Rick was unable to see them from the couch, and they
snuck in a quick kiss.

Lonna went to the drawer and selected a knife and a
couple of forks. Abbie took two small plates from the cabinet and
set them on the table.

“You’re really not going to let him have
any?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Should I?”

“It’s your cake. You decide.” Lonna
lifted the lid and revealed the cake, which was covered in white
frosting with a pink border and “Happy Birthday Abbie”
written across it in script.

“It’s beautiful, Lonna. Thank you so
much.”

Lonna kissed her again. “You’re welcome.
And happy birthday.”

“You made it so special!” she whispered.

Lonna smiled and lowered the flaps on the cake box,
giving her better access to it. “Did you want some candles to
blow out?”

Abbie shook her head. “No. Just a piece of
cake.”

“Alright.” Lonna cut into it, first
dividing the cake in half and then cutting two big wedges and
transferring them to plates. “What about dad?”

Abbie thought about it and then shrugged. She got
another plate from the cabinet and brought it to the table, setting
it down. “Just a real small piece,” she whispered. “So
he doesn’t keep peeking in and asking about it.”

Lonna nodded and cut a small piece, half the size of
the others, and set it on the new plate. “He’ll probably
finish off the whole cake anyway, during the night.”

“He better not,” Abbie said loudly.

“He better not what?” asked Rick from the
living room.

“Abbie said you can have a piece of her cake,”
Lonna answered. “But you’d better not eat the rest of
it.”

Rick wasted no time. He appeared in the doorway,
scrutinizing the scene. When he saw the pieces of cake on the plates
he stepped over.

“The small one is yours,” Abbie said.

His eyes danced back and forth between the plates.
“Jeez. Pretty small.”

“You ate half our dinner. It’s all your
getting.”

Rick grabbed the plate. “Why’d you get
white cake? I would have gotten chocolate.”

“Then you should have,” Lonna said.

He gave her a disapproving look and carried his plate
back to the couch.

When they were alone again, Abbie sat down at the table
and Lonna got them each a tall glass of ice water. She set the
glasses down and joined Abbie, sitting at the far end of the table so
that they were as far from the doorway as possible.

Abbie took a long drink of water. “Thanks,
Lonna. All that orange juice before must have dehydrated me a
little.”

Lonna smiled, guzzling her own water. “It has a
habit of doing that.”

“Made me sleepy, too.”

“And playful.”

Abbie giggled quietly. “That was some juice!”

“We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“Hey!” Abbie whispered. “That
reminds me!”

“What?”

Abbie reached down and unbuttoned Lonna’s pants.
Lonna leaned back slightly in her chair, looking down and grinning.
When Abbie had the zipper down, she reached into Lonna’s
panties and worked her hand down between Lonna’s legs, slipping
a finger into her. She sank it in deep, wiggling it all around.

Lonna sat back further, smiling, her heart beginning to
race. Then Abbie pulled her hand out and stuck the finger into her
mouth. She sucked on it as if it were a candy cane. “You owed
me a taste, remember? I never got a chance.”

Lonna laughed quietly. “How is it?”

“Delicious!”

Lonna leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She
licked Abbie’s lips and worked her tongue into her mouth,
sliding it between her lips and gums. Abbie moaned softly and
gripped her arm, leaning into her. Their kiss grew in intensity, and
soon they were making out right at the table, their hands caressing
each other and their breathing getting heavy. “I want you so
bad,” Lonna whispered.

“Oh god, Lonna! Take me right here!”

Lonna leaned forward, gripping Abbie around the waist
and pulling her closer. The legs of their chairs slid across the
floor, making an extremely loud, deep squealing noise. They both sat
up, their eyes going to the doorway.

“You okay in there?” Rick asked. It
sounded like he was still on the couch.

“Yes, dad,” Lonna answered.

He muttered again, going back to his business.

“Are you wet?” Abbie whispered.

Lonna smiled. “
Real
wet!”

“Ohh! I want it!”

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re going to
have to wait a bit. Here, try some cake.” Lonna picked up her
fork and cut a piece of cake from the wedge on her plate. She raised
it to Abbie’s mouth and Abbie gobbled it up. “How is
it?”

Abbie smiled. “Good. But nowhere near as good
as you.”

Lonna giggled and opened her mouth. Abbie cut a piece
of cake from her plate and scooped it into Lonna’s mouth.
Lonna chewed it up and swallowed it.

“You like it?” Abbie asked.

“Very good!”

They traded another forkful, and then Lonna cut a
bigger piece, raising it up and positioning it in front of Abbie’s
mouth. Abbie kept her lips sealed. “What’s the matter?”
Lonna asked. “Don’t want anymore?”

Abbie nodded. “I do. But it’s kind of
tough. Would you chew it for me?”

Lonna smiled. She put the piece of cake in her own
mouth and chewed it seductively, grinning at Abbie. When she had it
reduced to a thick paste she leaned her head back and asked, “Where
do you want it?”

Abbie leaned forward and opened her mouth. Lonna took
a quick peek at the doorway, and, not seeing Rick, leaned forward and
spit the paste into Abbie’s upturned mouth. Abbie got it all,
except for a small dribble which ran down her chin. Lonna licked it
off and they shared another kiss, smiling.

“Much better,” Abbie said. “From now
on I want all my food pre-chewed.”

Lonna laughed. “Okay, princess.” They
finished the slices on their plates and then sat there for a moment
admiring at the rest of the cake. “There’s plenty more.
Would you like another piece?”

“I don’t know,” Abbie answered. “You
go ahead.”

“I don’t want any more if you’re not
going to join me.”

“Oh, come one. Just have a little more.”

Lonna shook her head. “No.”

Abbie smiled and reached over to the cake. There was
still a full half remaining, in addition to one final large wedge.
Abbie picked up the wedge with her hand and held it up in front of
Lonna’s face. “Open up.”

Lonna smiled, but kept her lips pressed together,
shaking her head.

Abbie moved it closer. “Here it comes.”

Still shaking her head, Lonna opened up slightly, not
sure what to expect. Abbie pressed the big wedge of cake up against
her mouth, a little of it going in, but most of it not. It smeared
all over her face and pieces of it dropped down to her breasts and
lap. Abbie kept pressing, jamming as much as she could into Lonna’s
mouth and rubbing it all over her face.

“Oh, thanks a lot!” Lonna said through a
mouthful of cake.

“You’re welcome.” Abbie leaned
forward and began licking the frosting from around Lonna’s
mouth. It was all over her cheeks and chin, and Abbie got busy
cleaning it up with her tongue. Lonna gripped her arms and held her
as she worked, smiling happily and sneaking in quick kisses.

“What the fuck?” They both jumped,
startled, looking over to the kitchen doorway. Rick stood there
watching them, an empty plate and fork in one hand and a paper bag in
the other. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I made a mess,” Lonna explained.

“I don’t mean that.” He looked at
Abbie. “What were you doing?”

“I was helping her clean up.”

“Were you licking her face?”