Lesbian Stepmother (25 page)

“The drinking age is twenty one. At least it was
the last time I checked.”

“That’s in public. She’s allowed to
have a drink in the privacy of her own home if a parent or guardian
approves of it.”

He nodded. “And you approve.”

“It’s her birthday. It’s just a
glass of wine. Is it really a problem?”

“I didn’t say it was a problem. I just --”

I’d never heard them argue before, and it took me
by surprise. Of course, it wasn’t really an argument so much
as a terse discussion, but it was the closest I’d ever heard
them come. I was uncomfortable being in the middle of it. “I
won’t finish it, dad,” I interrupted. “It’s
my fault. I asked her if I could have some.”

He stared at me for a moment. “It’s okay.
I’m just surprised to see you sitting there drinking.”

“It’s just for today.”

He nodded. “You’re growing up fast.
Sometimes I forget.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wished he’d
go back to his papers so we could have fun again. We all sat quietly
for a few moments and then that’s just what he did. After
another minute Susan started showing me some more things on the
phone, and we forgot about him.

Before I knew it, my glass was empty and I was feeling
very good. Susan had brought the open bottle of wine in with her and
she reached over and poured us each another glass, finishing off the
bottle. Then she sat back and put her feet up on the coffee table,
leaning into me again. I noticed for the first time that her
toenails were painted a light blue. They almost matched her eyes,
and it made me feel so aroused that I couldn’t stop staring at
her feet.

She noticed me looking and wiggled her toes. “Like
my new polish?”

I nodded. “I sure do. It’s beautiful.”

She giggled. “Thank you. You can borrow it
sometime.”

The thought thrilled me. “I’d love to.”

For the next several minutes she showed me how to
connect to the internet and do searches on her phone. I noticed as
she was scrolling through various screens that her background was a
picture of a sunset over an ocean, whereas mine was just a blank
screen. I asked her how to go about changing mine, and she told me.

“Of course, you can also use your own pictures.”

“My own?”

“You know, ones you take yourself. The phone has
a really nice camera built into it, too.”

I had no idea. “It does?”

“Sure. You can even take movies.”

She showed me how to find the camera application and
then I found it on mine. It was amazing. I held up the phone and
saw my father appear on the screen. It was like watching him on TV.
I giggled. “How do I take the picture?”

“Just press here.”

I pressed it and there was the shot, a still of my dad
scribbling on his papers. It was fun, but it wasn’t the
picture I wanted. I turned my camera and aimed it at Susan, her
beautiful face filling the screen. “Smile,” I said. She
was already smiling. I took the photo and knew instantly that it was
perfect.

“Let me see,” she said, leaning over. She
put her arm around me, heightening my arousal. “Oh, my hair’s
a mess.”

“No, I like it. How do I use it for my
background?”

She laughed. “You
want a picture of
me
for your wallpaper?”

I nodded. “Yes. Why not?”

“Well... if it’s really what you want.”
She proceeded to show me how to set it up, and then there was that
beautiful photo of her behind all my little icons. I loved it.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You can change it when
you get tired of it.”

“I won’t get tired of it.”

“You’re sweet.” She twisted her neck
and kissed me on the head.

I wanted her so much and there was just nothing I could
do about it. I reached for my wine and had another drink, almost
finishing it off.

Susan sat up and pressed her mouth near my ear,
whispering. “You want a little more wine?”

I thought about it and quickly nodded. It was making
me feel terrific, and my father had already been dealt with
effectively.

She smiled and stood up, grabbing her glass and the
empty bottle. “Come on.”

I carried my glass and my new phone into the kitchen
and watched as she tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin and
pulled another one out from the refrigerator. She held it up for me
to see. “How about some red? Or do you want to stick with
white?”

“Either one is fine. I don’t know enough
about wine to be able to tell the difference.”

“Well, the white we just had was sweeter. The
red I have here is burgundy, which is kind of dry and not nearly as
sweet.”

I honestly didn’t care which kind we had. “We
can try the red, since you have it chilled.”

She smiled. “Okay.” I watched her as she
worked the corkscrew into the top of the bottle, marveling at the way
the taut muscles in her arms contracted Everything about her was so
sexy. She was a treasure, and my father sat in the other room,
oblivious of her. I wanted to step up to her and hold her and kiss
her all over her lovely face; it was such a sad predicament it made
me want to cry.

When Susan had the bottle open, she poured us each half
a glass. “I don’t want you to have a hangover,”
she explained.

“You’re very thoughtful.” I took the
glass from her and we toasted again. “Thank you for a perfect
birthday, Susan.”

She beamed. “I’m so glad you like your
gifts.”

“I love them. The dinner, the cake, the
presents. The wine. You. Everything. Thank you so much.” I
took a small drink. It was very tart and dry, but good.

Susan took a sip of hers and smiled at me. “How
is it?”

“I like it. Thank you.”

She took another drink, a big one. “You’re
welcome.” She poured a little more wine into her glass and
then added a small splash to mine. “A little birthday bonus.”
She then set her glass down and re-corked the bottle, returning it
to the refrigerator.

I looked around the room, at the presents and wrapping
paper all over the table. My birthday was pretty much over. At
least it had been a good one, overall. “I should clean up in
here.”

“Let me do it,” she said. “Why don’t
you take your wine and your phone into your room, and give me a call?
We can see if it works.”

I kind of liked the idea, but at the same time I was
reluctant to leave her. I hated leaving her. I was falling deeply
in love with her all over again. “Okay.” I remembered
the promise I’d made to myself earlier about giving her a hug.
“Can I hug you goodnight?”

She smiled. “You sure can. But we’re
really not saying goodnight just yet. Why don’t you go into
your room and call me, sweetheart?”

I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I was
suddenly very intrigued. “Alright.” I took another sip
of wine, returning her peculiar little smile. Then I slowly made my
way out of the kitchen and went to my room.

My father didn’t look up as I passed him.

* * *

When I got to my room, I left the door partway open and
had another sip of wine. Then I set the glass down on my bedside
table and began studying the phone, trying to remember how to use it
to make calls. Susan had programmed her number into it, along with
her name, and after a few moments of searching I figured it out. I
pressed the call button and held the phone up to my ear, waiting for
her to answer.

It didn’t take long. “Hello?”

I grinned at the sound of her voice. She made me so
happy. “Hi Susan.”

“Amy?”

I giggled. “You guessed it.”

“Hi! How are you?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“Oh, I can’t complain. I’m just
straightening up the kitchen and having a little glass of wine. What
are you up to?”

“Nothing much.” I lay back on my bed. “I
just called to thank you for all the nice things you gave me today.”

“You’re very welcome. Did you enjoy the
books?”

“Believe it or not, I didn’t get a chance
to read them yet.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get to them.”

“Oh! By the way... Happy Birthday!”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, listen.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing anything later? Say in about five
minutes?”

“No. Why?”

“Maybe I could stop by. Just a little visit.”

“That would be wonderful. I’ll leave a
light on.”

She laughed. “Okay, good! I’ll see you
soon.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too!” She hung up the phone and I
glanced at my display to see a message telling me the call had ended.
I turned the phone off and set it aside, then sat up and reached for
my wine. I drank a little, and I could feel the alcohol starting to
play with my head.

After putting my glass down I leaned forward and
unlaced my sneakers. I pulled them off and tucked them under the
bed. I was going to look at the new books Susan had given me, but
then I remembered I’d left them in the kitchen. I picked up my
phone instead and started examining some of the things I hadn’t
seen yet. The picture of Susan in the background made me smile and I
started feeling really excited about her upcoming visit.

I had just finished
downloading a new free game when I heard a tapping on my door. “Come
in.”

The door pushed slowly open and Susan stepped in,
carrying several boxes. “I brought your presents, honey.”
She bumped the door with her hip, closing it most of the way.

“Thank you.”

She glanced around the room, looking very beautiful in
her simple black dress. “Where would you like them?”

“On my desk is fine.”

She put them on my desk and I saw she was also carrying
her glass of wine. It was almost empty. She took a sip and then set
that down, too. She smiled at me. “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course. Always.”

She sauntered over and gently lowered herself on my
mattress. I sat up and moved over, arranging myself so that I was
right beside her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought I’d come tuck
you in for your birthday.”

I giggled. “Tuck me in?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“You’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never turned eighteen before.”

“Oh, so now that I’m eighteen you’re
going to start tucking me in?”

She grinned. “Perhaps.”

The idea of it thrilled me. “Alright.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

She studied me for a moment, very thoroughly, as if
trying to decide something. Then she slid her phone from her pocket
and turned it on. As I watched, she set it to the camera application
and held it up. “Would you smile for me, sweetie?”

I did. It was easy to smile for Susan. She took my
picture and then appraised it for a minute before making it her
wallpaper. “You’re really going to have a picture of me
as your background?” I asked. I was more than a little
surprised.

“Why not? You’ve got me as yours.”

“Yeah, but...”

She turned her phone off and put it away. “But
what?”

“That’s different.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because...” I didn’t want to say
it. I didn’t want to ruin this nice moment between us. “I
don’t know.”

She was studying me again. Then she reached out and
brushed a stray lock of hair away from my eyes and tucked it behind
my ear. The gesture was so amazingly intimate that I felt myself
blush. “You’re such a little sweetheart, Amy. I’m
so glad that I have you for a friend.”

God, I loved her. “I’m glad, too.”

She smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”

My heart began pounding. What was this? “No.
You are.”

“So are you.”

I shrugged. I didn’t know what to say. I was
confused and a little bit nervous. I was also thrumming with love
and desire. I decided to just wait and see what was on her mind.

She was still staring at me. She was still smiling,
too, but I could see a hint of sadness in her deep blue eyes. She
was hurting. “How about that hug?” she asked.

I nodded and slowly stood up. “That would be
wonderful.”

She took my hand and pulled me toward her. “No
need to stand up, sweetie.” I sat back down beside her and she
put an arm around my shoulders. She leaned back, and I leaned with
her. Then she shifted on the bed, trying to arrange herself
lengthwise. I followed suit, and soon we were lying together on my
bed, her arm around me and mine around her. It felt so nice to be
lying there with her like that, and just as I was about to say so she
rolled toward me, getting on her side and wrapping me up in both her
arms. I did the same and suddenly we were embracing. It happened
just like that, as if we’d done it a dozen times before. We
held each other and I could feel her heart beating through her chest,
right there next to mine. They were both pounding.