Lesbian Stepmother (17 page)

She hugged me, too, and then kissed my ear. She
whispered into it: “You like me?”

I had to swallow and take a deep breath before
answering. When she leaned back slightly and looked into my eyes I
nodded. “Maybe a little bit more than just like.”

She kissed me again, on the mouth. She seemed very
happy with my answer. “I like you, too, Amy. A lot.”

I felt myself flush with heat. “I’m glad
you do.”

“Oh, I do.” She kissed me again, and
again. Then she smiled brightly and pressed her pelvis against mine,
very suggestively. She pressed it hard and swayed her hips back and
forth, the friction causing me to grow wet. “Do you want to...
be with me?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

She moaned with happiness and squeezed me in a tight
hug. “Oh, Amy, I’m so glad! I wasn’t sure if you
did.”

“I do,” I told her. I held her, my entire
body brimming over with love for her. I’d never felt anything
so absolutely pure.

We held each other for a few moments, and then she
kissed me again. “You want to come over to my house tonight?
My parents are asleep already. You can sleep in my bed with me.”

I almost fainted at the thought of it. There was
nothing in the world I’d rather do. I nodded again. “That
would be... wonderful.”

“Oh, Amy! You’re such a little angel.”
She kissed me again, making me moan. “I wish I’d asked
you sooner.”

“Me too.”

She laughed at that, and then took my hand. “Come
on. We’d better clean up before they come back here looking
for us.”

“Okay.” It was a good idea. We’d
really made a mess, and we still had to finish washing the buckets
and mixing more batter. It would take a good hour.

“God, I can’t
wait
to get home tonight!” she said. She was still holding my hand.
“I’m going to make you feel so good!”

I wanted to tell her that she already had, but I think
she knew.

Chapter 3

I ended up following Dianne home that night. She lived
closer to the park than I did, so it only took us about fifteen
minutes to get to her house. It was just before midnight and, like
she’d said, her parents were already asleep so I didn’t
have to sneak in.

It was a small, one-story house in a lower middle-class
neighborhood, a lot like the one I lived in. There was nothing fancy
about it; it was cozy and filled with well-worn furniture and
budget-priced appliances.

There were a bunch of leftovers in the refrigerator
from her parents dinner, fish and vegetables and rice, and Dianne
made us each a nice plate and heated them up in the microwave. She
also got us a couple of bottles of her father’s beer, which was
nice. I’d never had beer before, and it turned out I liked it
a lot. We sat at the kitchen table to eat and kept smiling at each
other and giggling, knowing we were going to be climbing into her bed
together in just a little while. It was extremely exciting, and I
was very well aware at the time that it was the best day of my entire
life, at least so far.

After we ate, I made a quick call to my father. I knew
he’d be sleeping already, but I wanted to let him know I was
staying over at Dianne’s so he wouldn’t freak out in the
morning when he realized I hadn’t come home. He mumbled that
it was no problem, and I said goodnight and hung up the phone. Then
Dianne grabbed my arm and began pulling me down the short hallway.

“Time to get ready for bed!” she whispered
excitedly.

My heart was fluttering wildly as she led me into the
bathroom and closed the door behind us. She locked it and then
grinned at me, turning and putting her hands on my hips. She gently
backed me up against the towel rack.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” she
said softly.

“Me too.” We had washed up with a hose
behind the funnel cake stand and changed out of our uniforms in the
locker room, so we were nice and clean. Dianne looked so beautiful
standing there in the little bathroom, and she was so
close
.
I could see every little detail of her face under the bright light,
and my heart wanted to melt with the pure, tender love I felt for
her.

She leaned forward then and gave me a soft, sweet kiss
on the mouth, very brief. It sent my pulse soaring, and I reached up
and encircled her with both arms.

Dianne smiled and hugged me closer, at the same time
claiming my mouth with hers. She drew me into a deep kiss, causing
me to tremble with passion. I wanted her so bad! She was all I
thought about from morning till night. She pressed herself against
me further, sliding her tongue into my mouth and causing me to moan.
I sucked on it as I held her, slipping my hands under her shirt and
rubbing them up and down over her smooth back. Then her thigh
pressed between my legs and she began stroking me with it, through my
jeans.

I gasped into her mouth, causing her to break the kiss.
“Sorry,” I muttered.

She was smiling. “Don’t be.” She
eased up, taking a small step back. “We’ve got all
night, Amy. All summer.”

Those last two words sent a surge of dread through me.
She had mentioned when I first met her that she was moving to
California at the end of August to begin attending college at
Berkeley. It didn’t mean much at the time, but now it filled
me with foreboding. She had quickly become the most important thing
in the world to me. Was she really going to disappear in just one
month? It was too horrible a thought to even consider. I tried to
block it from my mind as I nodded and watched her reach for her
toothbrush.

She brushed her teeth quickly, smiling at me in the
mirror as I waited patiently beside her. I had my arm around her
waist, feeling like the luckiest person on earth just for being there
with her.

When she was done brushing her teeth she handed me her
toothbrush, without rinsing it off. She was grinning happily. “Your
turn!”

I took it from her, almost in a daze. “You want
me to... use your toothbrush?”

She nodded and stepped behind me, slipping her arms
around me and hugging me from behind. She nuzzled her face into the
hollow of my neck and kissed me below the ear. “I want to
share everything with you,” she whispered. “You’re
like a dream come true.”

The love I felt for her then was almost enough to knock
me down. I wanted to say the same exact thing to her, because it was
true. The fact that she felt the same way I did made it so much
better. Not able to speak, I slowly squeezed out some paste onto her
toothbrush and slipped it into my mouth.

Dianne kissed my neck and rubbed her hands all over my
abdomen as I leisurely brushed my teeth. The feel of her toothbrush
in my mouth and the knowledge that it was hers, combined with the
soft caresses of her hands over my body sent shivers of joy through
my blood. I became so aroused I could hardly breathe. Then her hand
moved down further and her fingers were slipping into the front of my
pants.

I leaned back into her, my heart racing as I forgot all
about brushing my teeth. She squeezed me tighter with one arm and
slid her hand all the way down into my panties. I could feel her
fingers brushing through my short, trimmed pubic hair and they just
kept moving lower and lower. Then she was touching me where I wanted
it the most, and I gasped again, swallowing most of the toothpaste in
my mouth.

“Relax,” she whispered. I could feel her
tongue licking the side of my neck as her fingers delved deeper,
sliding over my swollen folds and then entering me.

“Oh, Dianne,” I moaned. I was already so
close to the edge that it didn’t take much for her to send me
over. As her thin, gentle fingers found my little nub I sucked hard
on her toothbrush and pressed myself further back into her embrace.
I felt my orgasm, my first one with Dianne, my first one that
mattered, roaring down on me like a tidal wave. My muscles
contracted against her sweet little fingers and suddenly I was
moaning loudly, unable to help myself. She held me as I quivered,
the spasms twisting through my depths. It was the most wonderful
thing I’d ever felt, to come while in Dianne’s arms.

When the pulsations had finished working their way
through me, she turned me around and pulled the toothbrush from my
mouth. She kissed me.

“How are you, sweetie?”

I smiled. “I think I’m in love.” I
couldn’t help it. It just came out.

Dianne giggled and kissed me again. “Wash your
mouth out, Amy. I want to take you to bed now.”

* * *

Like with Brad earlier, I’m not going to go into
all the details of what happened between us that night. I’m
trying to give you a feel for the important parts of my past, and
Dianne was the single most important part. Let me just say that that
was indeed the best day, and the best night of my life, all things
considered. The things I experienced that night, and the love I gave
and received were the most joyous I could ever even contemplate. We
didn’t get to sleep until after 3am, and when we awoke with the
sunlight flooding in through the windows, we continued where we left
off.

* * *

The next few weeks of my life were almost pure bliss.
I didn’t even feel like myself anymore. Dianne had made a new
person out of me, and I was happy all the time. We went everywhere
and did everything together. We even slept together every single
night. My father wasn’t interested enough to care, and
Dianne’s parents were always asleep when we arrived and gone by
the time we awoke. On the weekends she stayed with me. My father
was aware of her presence, but unaware of what we were doing in my
little twin-sized bed. It was very crowded with the two of us, but I
loved it that way. I loved Dianne, and I loved my life with her.
Everything was so incredibly perfect that I knew it would all end up
falling apart.

It had to. Nothing that good ever lasts.

When the end of the summer came around, and we finished
our last day at the funnel cake stand, a heavy cloud hung between us.
I tried to talk her out of moving away to California, as unfair as
that would have been to her. She was already registered out there
and ready to start college the very next week. Her father even had
her tuition paid, and she already had an apartment secured with a
roommate she hadn’t met yet. Her life with me in New Jersey
was about to end, and there was nothing I could do about it.

She tried her best to comfort me. She felt terrible
about leaving me, too, but I could tell it wasn’t quite as bad
for her. She’d had two girlfriends before me and would
undoubtedly have more after, whereas for myself I didn’t see
much of anything in the future. She promised that we’d keep in
touch and get together any time the opportunity arose. She’d
be coming back for Christmas, she said, for a whole week, and she
went on and on about all the wonderful things we’d do together.
It sounded great, but I knew it would probably never happen. She
was leaving, and things would never be the same.

My depression came back strong before she even left. I
cried whenever I wasn’t with her, and even some of the time I
was. I tried to stop loving her, but that was impossible. She meant
more to me than anything, including myself.

I tried to think up ways I could go with her. She
wasn’t opposed to this, but I was only sixteen and that
presented too many problems. Besides, as uninterested in me as my
father was, he still loved me and would never agree to just let me
leave like that. I would have to run away, and I don’t think I
was ready to do that. I kept seeing myself as being a dead weight
around Dianne’s neck, dragging her down and getting in the way
of her education.

No, it was over. I felt it in my blood.

I said goodbye to her the day she left. She was
getting a ride to the airport from her mother, and I hugged her
fiercely, telling her I loved her and crying my eyes out. I was
crying so hard I was shaking. She tried to console me, but it did no
good. I stood there and watched the car drive away, feeling sick and
hollow and alone.

When I’d lost my mother I didn’t think
anything could ever be worse.

This was worse.

It felt like my soul had been ripped out and murdered.

Chapter 4

That next school year was reminiscent of the ones I
experienced following the loss of my mother. I was completely
isolated, my mind almost numb with despair and misery. I had no
interest in anyone or anything. I somehow drifted through the days
and did as little as possible in order to pass my classes. Something
inside me didn’t allow me to give up entirely, but the effort I
put into my schoolwork was so minimal that it was hard to really
consider it effort at all.

I thought about Dianne all the time. We did stay in
touch online, but she sounded so happy and excited about her new
school and her new roommate and her new friends that it broke my
heart to even read the things she told me. She was no longer mine,
and it hurt. I tried to feel happy for her, but I really only felt
sorry for myself. I know that’s a bad reflection on me, but
it’s the truth. I barely said anything when I responded to her
messages, too ashamed to tell her what I was going through.