Lesbian Stepmother (29 page)

“What the hell is going on?” my father
called out.

I quickly ducked out from under her dress and tried to
scramble to my feet. Susan righted herself in her chair just as I
was poking my head out from under the table, and I thought we were
going to make it when I saw my father’s shoes appear in the
doorway. He stood and watched me as I crawled out from beneath the
table, our eyes meeting in a moment of awkward apprehension. He was
about to open his mouth and say something when Susan beat him to it.

“Did you find it?”

I got to my feet, nodding. I held up my little iron
for all to see. “It was under the other chair. It must have
bounced across the floor.” I made a move to put it on the
board. “Now I can’t remember where I was.”

“You were two spots ahead of me. Sorry I bumped
you off the board like that.”

“It’s okay,” I said, sitting down.

We both looked over at my father, who was watching us
suspiciously. “You want to play?” Susan asked him.

“No. What was that groaning?”

“Groaning?”

“Oh,” I said. “I think he means when
I was kneeling on your foot. Sorry about that.”

She smiled. “It’s okay. It just took me
by surprise.”

I quickly grabbed the dice and rolled them, pretending
to get back into the game. My father watched as I moved my piece
forward eight spaces and luckily landed on a spot that didn’t
require me to pick a card, as we hadn’t bothered setting them
out.

“Who’s winning?” he asked.

“Susan,” I told him. “I hardly even
remember how to play. We’re kind of improvising.”

He nodded as Susan picked up the dice and rolled them.
“You sure you don’t want to play?”

“I’m sure.” He watched us a little
longer, until we turned and stared at him. “It sounded like
you were doing something else in here,” he complained.

“What did it sound like we were doing?”
Susan asked.

“I’m not sure. It sounded funny.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.
We’re playing Monopoly. If you want to join us, feel free.”

“No. I really don’t want to.”

“I’m not really sure I like it either,”
I admitted.

Susan sighed. “Why, because you’re
losing?”

“No. I just forget how to play. I need to spend
a little time reading the rules.”

“Maybe we should just put it away for tonight.
We can try it again some other time.”

I nodded. “Alright.”

“It was a stupid idea, I guess.”

“No it wasn’t. I just don’t remember
how to play.”

We began gathering up the money and returning it to the
box. My father watched for just a moment longer and then stepped
back into the living room, giving up. If he was going to catch us it
would have to be another time.

As soon as he was gone I leaned over and kissed Susan.
“God, you’re hot! Did I do okay?”

She smiled. “You did wonderful. I want to go to
bed with you.”

I moaned quietly. “We’ll have to think of
something. There must be a way.”

We finished cleaning up, our minds busy scheming.

Chapter 12

Susan and I tried very hard to think up some excuse as
to why the two of us needed to stay at a motel for a night that
weekend, but nothing we thought of held much water. My father had
been suspicious of us since catching me under the table with her
moaning, and he was keeping a much closer eye on us. We still
managed to get together for lots of kissing, and we even made love on
the couch the next night after I got home from work, finishing just
before his car pulled up, but we had to spend most of our time
together with him in the room and that really hindered our
opportunities to be intimate. I suggested to her that she ought to
get a divorce, and that the two of us could move off together and be
done with him, but there were a lot of messy legal issues involved
with that. She’d need time to look into it.

In the meantime, we continued to do whatever we could
to stay happy.

We somehow struggled through Saturday, getting more and
more frustrated by my father’s constant presence and his deep,
penetrating inquiries whenever we suggested we were going out
someplace. All three of us could feel a certain tension building,
and no one knew what to do about it.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, and we finished
eating a delicious but uncomfortable dinner together, Susan decided
to try something new. We were all in the living room again, in our
usual spots, and she began flirting with my father as he was studying
his many stacks of papers.

“Maybe we could take a little trip together next
weekend. Someplace romantic.”

Any heterosexual male in his right mind would have
taken her up on it, but he only grunted and made more scribbles on
his documents. I would have loved to go somewhere romantic with her
and do anything I could to make her as happy as possible; it made me
wonder again what was wrong with him.

“Maybe camping,” she suggested. “A
little tent and a cozy sleeping bag.”

He looked up from his papers, scowling. “Why
would you want to sleep in the woods when you’ve got a nice bed
right here in the house?”

“I just want to try and spark a little romance.
You don’t seem interested in me anymore.”

He glanced at me, probably in embarrassment. “Of
course I’m interested,” he told her.

“That’s news to me. You don’t show
it. It makes me wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

“Why you’re tired of me already.”

“I’m not tired of you, Susan. I’m
just very busy. I’ve got more clients being dumped on me than
ever before, what with the merger and Reynolds retiring. I can
barely keep up.”

“You’re always working. You don’t
even make very much money. It almost seems silly.”

“I make money,” he practically growled.
“It doesn’t grow on trees, you know. I’ve got to
work for it.” He raised his stack of papers into the air.
“This is my work.”

“I understand that. I just wish you had a little
time for me, too.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

He sighed. “I don’t right this minute. I
will later. I really need to get these taken care of.”

She smiled sweetly. “Why don’t we just go
to bed early, and you can work on them in the morning?”

“I can’t go to bed early. I’ll be up
another few hours with this stuff.”

“Please? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I
can’t
!”

She pouted. “Well, when are you going to have
time for me? Can I make an appointment?”

He rubbed his face. “Susan, please. I really
need to work.”

“Do you want me to move away? Would you even
notice?”

“Of course I’d notice. Don’t be
ridiculous.”

“You’d miss dinner, maybe. Not me.”

He sighed again, moaning in frustrating. “Listen,
why don’t the two of you watch a movie or something?”

“Stop blowing me off. I’m sick of watching
TV. I didn’t marry you so I could sit on the couch and watch
television six hours a day.”

“Why
did
you marry me?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t
remember.”

He stared at her in frustration for a moment and then
licked his lips. “We’ll talk about this later. I
really, seriously need to get this stuff finished. It’s all
due in the morning, and you know as well as I do that Iverson isn’t
going to accept any excuses.”

“No. You’re right. Iverson is much more
important than me. I would never question that.”

“Susan, be realistic! I can’t quit my job
to go camping!”

“That’s not what I suggested.”

“It adds up to the same thing.”

“It doesn’t. You’ve had all weekend
to get that stuff done.”

“I’ve
been
working
on it all weekend!”

“I know. If you broke it all down, you probably
make less per hour than I do.”

“I’m sure I do. But, unfortunately, I
don’t get paid by the hour.”

“Maybe you should find another line of work.”

“Maybe you should let me get this done, so I can
keep paying the mortgage.”

Susan stood up. “Fine. I’m going to bed
alone.”

“This early?”

“I’m sick of TV. And your dinner has been
prepared and eaten. There’s nothing else for me to do.”

“Susan...”

“Goodnight.” She spun and glanced at me as
she walked away. “Goodnight, Amy.”

“Goodnight.” I wasn’t sure if she
was really going to bed or if she had some type of plan. We hadn’t
discussed anything. I watched her disappear, feeling a little bit
troubled at what I’d just witnessed, and then peered over at my
father.

“What’s with her?” he asked me.

“I think she just explained it to you.”

He sighed and rubbed his head. Then he looked back
down at his papers and lost himself again.

I sat and tried to read for a few minutes, but wasn’t
able to concentrate. Just as I was about to give up, my phone
chirped and I pulled it out and checked the message. It was from
Susan, of course:

Oops! I must’ve wandered into the

wrong room. I’m in your bed,

cutie pie. Join me?

I shut off the phone and tucked it away. My father was
scribbling away on his reports. I tried to think up some reason why
I had to go to my room for awhile. I was no longer in school, of
course, so homework was out. I racked my brain and couldn’t
come up with anything good, and then wondered why I even needed to.
He seemed almost oblivious of me.

“I’m going to go lie down in bed and read.
I’ll see you later.”

He looked up, distractedly. “You’re going
to bed, too?”

“I’m going to lie in bed and read. It’s
more comfortable than sitting here.”

He nodded. “Alright. If you fall asleep, have a
good night.”

“You too.”

I got up and walked slowly down the hall, my heart
racing at the thought of Susan waiting for me in my bed. I stepped
through the door and closed it gently behind me. As I rounded the
corner of my room and came around the desk, I could see Susan peeking
out at me from under my covers. She was smiling and waving, looking
so desirable I could hardly stand it.

After setting my book down on the desk, I went right up
to the bed and climbed in with her. I was only wearing shorts and a
t-shirt, so I didn’t need to pause. We slipped our arms around
each other and shared a soft, sweet kiss before embracing fully and
rolling around, giggling.

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Susan said
quietly.

“It sure is. Maybe he’ll really stay busy
in there for a few hours.”

“I hope so. Maybe he’ll stay in that chair
all night.” She slid a hand into my shorts and I gasped as her
fingers came in contact with my swollen labia.

“Oh, Susan,” I moaned. “I want you
so bad.”

“I’m yours, baby.” She found my
mouth and claimed it with her own.

For the next hour we were lost to the world. We tried
to stay quiet, and for the most part succeeded. My father didn’t
come looking for either of us, and we were finally able to enjoy each
other to our hearts’ content.

When Susan kissed me goodnight and snuck back to her
room, we were both as happy as could be. If she’d been able to
stay with me all night it would have made it even better.

We’d have to work on that.

Chapter 13

Susan and I managed to get away with quite a bit over
the next week or so. We became very adept at using our cell phones
and meeting up in various parts of the house while my father was busy
scribbling notes in his chair. I personally think he was beginning
to realize what was going on, but deciding to ignore it for whatever
reason. Most likely he just didn’t know how to deal with it,
or perhaps he was afraid to try.

Either way, things went on this way for a while, and it
reached the point where we became almost lackadaisical in our efforts
to thwart his attention.

One Saturday in August we were doing some house
cleaning, and getting very frisky with each other as we were
scrubbing the kitchen floor. We managed to keep it under control and
soon we finished up and began gathering up all the unwashed laundry.
You might think the excitement had worn off for us after a few weeks
of being intimate, but it was just the opposite; I couldn’t get
enough of Susan, and she seemed to feel the same way about me. We
kissed each other every chance we got, and shared loving hugs and
caresses around the clock. I was truly in love with her, and she had
fallen for me, too. My life was pure bliss whenever the two of us
found ourselves together without my father around.