Lesbian Stepmother (27 page)

“I want you so much,” she whispered.

“I want you too.”

She kissed me all over my face, making me smile. “It’s
not fair,” she said.

“What’s not?”

“I should have married you instead.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry at
that. Instead I did neither and hugged her to me, loving the feel of
our hearts beating so fiercely and so close. “I love you,
Susan.”

She held me, rocking me back and forth again. “I
love you too, sweetheart.”

The words pierced my heart. Did I hear her right? I
straightened up, looking her in the face, and just as I did the
bathroom door crashed open and my father was marching down the hall.

We broke apart quickly. I sat down in my chair,
grabbing my coffee and taking a small sip. Susan stepped back to the
stove and found the butter knife, beginning to butter a slice of
toast just as my father walked into the room. He glanced at us as he
crossed to the sink and set his empty cup inside.

“Bathroom’s free,” he announced. The
availability of the bathroom was always a big issue with him in the
mornings since Susan had moved in.

“Alright,” Susan replied. “Thank
you.” She stepped over to the table and set my plate down in
front of me. “Enjoy your breakfast, Amy.”

I smiled up at her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She brushed her
hands together. “Well, I guess I’d better take a
shower.”

My father nodded. “We got any more of that
birthday cake?”

“Sure,” she said. “There’s
still half a cake in the refrigerator.”

“Good. Any chance of me getting another piece of
that tonight?”

She shrugged. “It’s Amy’s cake.”

“It’s fine with me,” I said. I
picked up a piece of toast and took a bite.

“Okay. Good.” He stood there looking back
and forth between us for a moment and then left the room again, most
likely to check his email and the pre-market stock report.

I had to leave before either of them. I picked up my
coffee and took another sip as Susan stepped up right beside me. She
leaned over, kissing my ear. “Have a nice day at work,”
she whispered. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I turned my head and quickly kissed her on the mouth.
“I can’t wait.”

Chapter 11

That day at lunchtime, I downloaded a Kindle book onto
my new phone and spent twenty minutes or so reading. I loved the
phone and I especially loved the photo of Susan hovering in the
background, reminding me of the night before when she’d been
wearing her black dress. I had a little bit of trouble concentrating
on the book I was reading and kept switching back to the main screen
so that I could look at the picture again. In the photo, her lips
looked so full and sensuous, and they were parted just ever so
slightly with a happy little smile. I stared at them, remembering
how soft and sweet they were. God, I couldn’t wait to get home
and see her again!

After lunch I returned to my spot behind the register,
relieving my boss. She chatted with me for a few minutes and then
stepped away, going off to cut some fabric for a few special orders.
As soon as she walked away I heard a peculiar little chirp and spent
a moment or two trying to figure out what it was. I was about to
give up and forget about it when I realized that it might have been
my phone.

I reached into my front pocket and pulled it out. When
I activated the screen, I saw that there was a new icon there which
was apparently informing me that I had a text message. I pressed the
icon and it opened up a message center. There was only one person
who even knew I had a new phone and was capable of sending me text
messages. My face broke into a smile when I saw Susan’s name
there, and I eagerly read what she had written:

Hi Amy! Hope u r having a nice day at work!

Want anything special 4 dinner?

Miss u and can’t wait to c u!

My heart rate seemed
to double as I read the message. I felt like I had a girlfriend
again. I
did
have a girlfriend again. Didn’t I? I quickly hit the respond
button and typed her back:

So nice 2 hear from u!

Anything u make is perfect.

I miss u 2, and will c u soon!

I hit the send button, and off it went. I suddenly
felt happy. It was a very unusual feeling, but I liked it and knew I
could get used it to.

* * *

The rest of the workday went quickly. My mind was
filled with all kinds of fun little fantasies involving Susan, and I
knew that at least some of them had a very real chance of becoming
reality. I hadn’t felt so good since the summer I’d
spent with Dianne two years earlier.

When I got home from work, I was delighted to see that
Susan’s was the only car in the driveway. My father would
undoubtedly be home within twenty minutes, as usual, but at least
that gave me time to greet her properly. I parked behind her car,
leaving the left side of the driveway for my father and climbed out
quickly. I practically ran to the steps and up through the door, my
heart pounding and an expectant smile on my face.

As soon as I got inside, the delicious smells of
chicken parmesan filled my nostrils. She was at it again; my sweet
little Susan could cook anything, and do it perfectly every time. I
walked hurriedly into the kitchen and saw here there, her back turned
to me as she stood at the sink scrubbing a frying pan.

I thought about walking up to her and slipping my arms
around her, but I didn’t want to scare her. I loved her too
much for that. Instead, I leaned against the refrigerator and said
softly, “Honey? I’m home.”

She turned with a grin, easing the pan into the sink
and rinsing off her hands. She dried them quickly on a dish rag and
then immediately came to me, wrapping her arms around me. I felt
every molecule in my body sing with happiness as we embraced. She
was still dressed from work, and I slipped my hand under her shirt so
that I could feel her soft skin against my hand.

“Oh, Amy,” she moaned. “I’ve
been looking forward to this all day.”

“So have I.”

“I’m starting to get a little worried,”
she whispered.

“About what?”

“About how much I think about you. And how I
feel about you. I’ve never even considered being with a woman
before, and all of a sudden...”

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I
loosened my hold on her and looked her in the eyes. “You
mean... you don’t want to...?”

“No!”
She kissed me hard on the mouth. “I
do
want to! That’s just it!” She smiled, sensing my
apprehension. “Don’t worry, honey, it’s not a bad
thing. I’m just trying to explain to you how much you mean to
me. I mean, I’m honestly falling in love with you.”

The words were like salve. I felt elated and promptly
gave her a soft kiss. “Oh, Susan. I love you so much.”
Then I squeezed her to me, holding her as tightly as I could.

“I never thought I’d feel this way about
someone again,” she whispered. “You’re so sweet,
and so gentle, and so loving. You’re exactly what I’ve
always dreamed of.”

Every word she said made me feel better and better.
“Really?”

She giggled. “Well, except for the being a woman
part. I always pictured a man for some reason.”

“Does it bother you? That I’m a woman?”

She squeezed me
tighter and kissed my neck. “Of course not, Amy. I think part
of what I’m starting to understand is that... that’s what
I
like
.”

“I’m so glad.”

We held each other for several minutes, and then Susan
shifted in my arms and nuzzled her face against mine. “God,
Amy, I wish I could take you to bed right now.”

The desire I felt surged through me; I wanted the exact
same thing. “Maybe... later tonight...”

“Maybe.” She grinned at me and then found
my mouth with hers. We kissed deeply, lovingly, and I sensed that
everything was different now. Susan was mine, and I wasn’t
giving her back.

When our kiss ended, she smiled at me and playfully bit
my nose. “I really want you.”

I could feel myself growing wet. “I want you,
too.”

“Maybe we could get a motel or something. I want
to experience you without having to worry about any...
interruptions.”

“That’s a wonderful idea.”

“Would you like to spend a whole night in bed
with me?”

My heart was hammering in my chest. “Of course I
would. I’d like to spend the rest of my life in bed with you.”

She giggled, making me want to take her right there.
If I felt any more love or lust toward her, I was going to explode.
She pressed her pelvis against mine and swiped her tongue over my
lips. “Do you think we have time to hop into your bed before
he gets home?”

I was breathing very fast. I couldn’t seem to
formulate an answer.

“Maybe we shouldn’t risk it,” she
said.

“Maybe we should.”

She kissed me again, rubbing herself against me, and we
both heard the sound of my father’s car pulling up in the
driveway. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered. The look of
disappointment in her eyes mirrored my own. It made me realize that
she couldn’t possibly love my father anymore, if she ever did
in the first place. Their marriage had been a complete mistake, but
of course it had benefited me. It had benefited Susan, too, just not
in the way she’d expected.

I kissed her again and took her hand. “We’ll
figure something out. We’ll get together later on, when he’s
burrowed into his briefcase.”

She laughed and kissed my forehead. “Okay,
sweetie. Maybe you can invite me into your room again.”

“You’re always invited.” I raised
her hand to my mouth and kissed it. Then we hugged again, briefly,
and kissed one last time before I stepped away and headed for the
bathroom to wash up.

* * *

The chicken parmesan was terrific, the best I’d
ever had. Susan also made thin spaghetti and a big tossed salad with
Italian dressing and croutons. We sat around the small kitchen
table, too busy eating to talk much. Susan and my father didn’t
seem to talk at length very often any longer, and he and I never had;
he had that effect on everyone, I suppose. Me and Susan, on the
other hand, had plenty to discuss, but it would have been insane to
do so in front of my dad.

He always sat in the same seat while at the table,
whereas Susan and I moved around, sitting wherever we felt like it.
On this night she was sitting beside him and I was directly across
from her. I picked that chair on purpose so I could watch her as she
ate. I had a lot of fantasies, and in this one we were out at a
fancy restaurant on a date; I pretended my father wasn’t there,
which was relatively easy to do.

As I was stuffing a piece of chicken into my mouth and
savoring the tangy, homemade sauce, I felt something brush against my
leg under the table. It spooked me at first, but then I realized it
had to be Susan. I looked at her and she was smiling mischievously
at me as what I assumed must be her foot slid up along my leg a bit
further, finding its way into my lap.

I looked down, grinning, and saw her blue toenails
peeking up at me from between my legs. I reached down with one hand
and began playing with her toes and rubbing the bottom of her foot in
a gentle massage. I smiled at her and she winked and blew me a kiss.

“Chicken’s really good,” my father
muttered. He put another piece into his mouth and chewed it up.

“Thank you,” Susan said. She also ate
another piece of chicken and then dug her toes into my crotch,
causing me to gasp and almost drop my fork.

“You okay?” my father asked.

I nodded, my arousal skyrocketing as Susan continued to
press her foot against me. “It’s just so good,” I
moaned. “I love it.”

Susan giggled and kept it up. If she was trying to
make me come, she was doing a very good job. I grabbed her foot and
tried to hold it steady as her toes wiggled around, touching me
through the thin fabric of my jeans. “Have some more,”
she suggested.

I was breathing very heavy. “Maybe I will.”

She laughed, unable to contain herself.

“What’s so funny?” my father asked.
He didn’t seem suspicious so much as confused.

“Nothing,” Susan answered. “I’m
sorry.”

He grunted and continued to eat. Between my legs,
Susan’s foot slipped away and was quickly replaced by her other
one. She poked it against me, rubbing me through my pants which were
probably now sporting a wet spot. I decided to do her one better and
unbuttoned them. I slid down the zipper and tugged my panties to one
side, adjusting her foot so that her toes were rubbing against my
sex.