Lesbian Stepmother (31 page)

It thrilled me when I felt her nod her head. “That’s
what I want, too. I don’t like these silly games anymore.”

I brought my head up and kissed her along her jaw.
“You really mean it?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m so happy when we’re
together.”

“So am I!”

“I know. We’d be crazy not to do this.”

“Oh, Susan, this is going to be wonderful!”

She giggled and kissed me on the mouth. “It sure
is.”

“When are we leaving?”

“There’s no big rush, honey. We’ll
need to find an apartment. And I’ll have to do something
about... the legal stuff...”

“Don’t worry about that now. I’m
just so glad you want to be with me for real.”

“Oh, I do, Amy. I do. More than anything.”

I squeezed her and kissed her and began rocking back
and forth in the bed. “Oh, we’re going to be so happy!
We’ll have our own big bed together!”

She laughed. “We can sleep together every
night!”

“Yes!” I climbed on top of her and engaged
her in a heated kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth and rubbing my
thigh up down between her legs. She moaned, clutching me to her and
reaching one hand into my pajama bottoms. In no time at all we were
celebrating our new decision with some of the best sex I’d ever
had. I can’t even begin to tell you how absolutely terrific it
was to have Susan in my bed and to be able to do anything I wanted
with her.

We brought each other to orgasm very quickly, and then
stripped off the little clothing we had on. Susan was all tangled up
in my sheets, and I was trying to unwrap her as she suckled on my
breast.

“Oh, baby,” I moaned. “That feels so
good.”

“I’m going to make you come at least three
more times tonight, sweetie.”

“You’d better.”

She laughed and began sucking on my other nipple,
pulling it into her mouth and gliding her tongue over it. It got me
even more riled up, and when I finally got the sheet off of her I
tossed it to the floor and pounced on her, having the time of my
life.

We kissed deeply and passionately, our hands going
everywhere. It was a hot night and we were slick with sweat and lust
and arousal. We climbed all over the bed, and each other, kissing
and caressing and doing whatever we wanted. My father was completely
forgotten and we paid no mind to anything except making each other
feel as good as we possibly could.

At one point I dove between Susan’s thighs and
began rubbing my face up and down her glistening sex, licking her and
nibbling on her moist folds. She threw her arms into the air and
moaned loudly, spreading her legs and twisting her head from side to
side.

“Oh, Amy!” She brought her hands back down
and tangled her fingers in my hair. “You’re going to
make me come, sweetie!”

“I hope so.” I was loving every second of
it, my whole face wet with her juices.

“Oh, honey, flip yourself around, will you? I
want to taste you, too.”

Keeping my face right where it was, I twisted myself
around so that my legs were up near her head. She grabbed my ankle
and lifted one of my legs over her so that her face was between them.
Then I felt her pulling down on me, so I lowered myself a bit. When
I felt her tongue begin sliding over my swollen lips I groaned and
buried my face even deeper between her legs.

When she found my little nub and sucked it between her
lips, I gasped. “Oh, god, Susan!”

She ran her hands up and down my lower back, pulling me
nearer to her as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I began
to squirm all around, rubbing myself in her face and moaning. She
made me feel so incredibly good, I couldn’t help myself.

When the light suddenly went on, it didn’t even
occur to me how it had happened. I was too consumed by my passion
and my love for Susan to think much of it. It was my father’s
voice that snapped me out of it; that and Susan’s abrupt
struggle to sit up.

“What the fuck?” my father asked. He
didn’t say it very loud or with any anger. He sounded almost
stunned.

I lifted my head from between Susan’s legs and
met his gaze. I felt terribly embarrassed, even though, looking
back, I really shouldn’t have. He had no right to come into my
room like that. I stared at him, feeling about as shocked as he
looked, as Susan gently slid my back end off her face and sat up in
the bed.

“What the hell
are you
doing
?”
he asked.

I thought it was pretty obvious what we were doing. I
got up off Susan and we arranged ourselves so that we were sitting
side by side. She grabbed us each a pillow and we covered up as best
we could. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” she
asked him.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I was invited.”

“I’ll bet you were.” He stared as
us, looking back and forth between us. “Don’t tell me.
You’re teaching her how to fuck now, too.”

I almost laughed. Instead, I put my arm around Susan
and pressed myself closer to her.

I’ve told you many times about the extent of my
love for her. It was something I’ve always felt, and knew that
I always would. It was unquestionable and unconditional. But since
we’d gotten so close and become lovers, there was always a
little part of me that wondered whether or not she really felt the
same for me as I did for her. I certainly hoped that she did, but
there was no real way for me to be sure other than by her words,
which indicated very strongly that she did. But as we sat naked
before my father, him staring at us in disgust, and I felt her arm
come up and go around my shoulders, pulling me even closer to her, I
knew without any doubt that our love was total and unwavering. And
if I still had even the slightest shadow of a doubt, the words she
spoke next would have disintegrated them instantly.

“There’s something you should know,”
she told him. “Amy and I are in love.”

“Fuckin’ cunt,” he spat. It shocked
me to hear him say that. I flinched, and Susan did, too. We pressed
against each other even more firmly as he sneered at us. “Dirty
fuckin’ bitches.”

“Get out of here,” Susan ordered harshly.

“You get out of here. It’s my fucking
house.”

I reached down and took hold of her hand, being careful
not to let the pillow slip. “Get out of my room,” I told
him. “Leave us alone.”

He clenched his hands into fists. “Stop telling
me what to do! I own the fucking place!”

“
Please
leave us alone,” Susan said. “For a little while. We
can discuss this later.”

He glared at her. I never saw him look so furious.
“There’s nothing to discuss, you cheating bitch.”

“Cheating? Cheating on what? On who? You don’t
even want me --”

“You got that right. Now get the hell out of
here.”

“
You
get out!” I nearly screamed. “Leave us alone!”

He made a sudden move toward me, but immediately backed
away. He seemed appalled by our nakedness. I saw him as he really
was then: a father who didn’t want to be a father; a husband
who didn’t want to be a husband; a man who didn’t know
how to be a man. He was just some weirdo accountant wasting away the
hours and years until he died. He was nearly useless.

“Look at you,” he barked at Susan. “In
bed with a girl barely eighteen. You’re twice her fucking age,
for god’s sake!”

“No I’m not,” Susan countered. “I’m
only 32.”

“She’s a kid! You’re disgusting!
You’re supposed to be her step-mom!”

“I love her. Stop telling me I’m
disgusting.”

“You are! A lesbo, too! Did you teach her that,
or did she teach you?”

“Get out!” I screamed. “Get out or
I’m calling the police!”

“Go ahead. I don’t care. What the hell
did I do that they’re going to care about?”

“You broke into my room and you won’t get
out!”

He stared at me for a moment and I could see some of
the anger going out of him. He wasn’t strong enough to hold on
to it for very long. He looked like he wanted to run. “I’ll
get out. I only came in here to see what all the crazy groaning was
about.” He sneered again. “Now I know.”

“Good for you,” Susan said. She squeezed
my hand. “You can go back to bed now, and we can discuss this
in the morning.”

“And what, you’re going to go back to
sucking each other’s asses, or whatever it was you were doing?
And I’m supposed to go back to sleep on the other side of that
wall?”

“We’re going to sleep, too.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Please. I was going to tell you about this
tomorrow anyway. Amy and I are going to move out and find an
apartment.”

“You got that right.”

“Goodnight.”

He glared at us some more, but there wasn’t much
left to say. Now that he knew we were planning to move out, he
didn’t have much to threaten us with. “I should kick you
out right now.”

“You kicked me out within a month of marrying me.
I’m nothing but a servant to you.”

I could see a look of hurt pass behind his eyes as he
slowly nodded his head. “Right. Blame this on me. That makes
a lot of sense.”

“I’m not blaming anyone. I’m just
asking that you leave us alone for one night. You’ll be rid of
us soon enough.”

“I want a divorce.”

“No shit.”

“You’re out of here tomorrow. Both of
you.”

“We already established that,” I said.

He looked at us for a moment longer and then shook his
head. “Fucking cunts.” He spun around and left the
room, giving the door a mighty slam.

As soon as he was gone I twisted on the bed and shoved
the pillows aside so I could gather Susan up in my arms. We held
each other tightly and I could feel her trembling. I was trembling,
too. “I love you, Susan.”

“I love you too, Amy.”

We lay down, locked in an embrace, our legs tangled
together. We were both very shaken up, but we were together and we
would stay together.

Chapter 15

The next morning, when Susan and I finally climbed out
of bed, my father was no where to be found. We spent a few minutes
checking around the house for him, and then Susan noticed that his
car was gone. It was very unusual, but considering what had happened
the night before, it made sense. He was most likely sitting in his
car in a parking lot somewhere, working on his papers and giving us
time to clear out without having to deal with us.

We each took a long, leisurely shower and then had
breakfast. We didn’t bother doing the dishes. He was going to
have a lot more housework to do from now on, so he’d just have
to get used to it. After breakfast we searched online for apartments
and found several promising leads. It was going to take weeks to
apply and get approved and move, though, so we needed to find
someplace else to stay in the meantime.

Susan suggested a motel with weekly rates, and that
sounded good to me. It would give us plenty of time to find the
right apartment, and we’d be away from my father and free to do
whatever we wanted. Just the idea of sharing a bed with her every
night was enough to make me almost dizzy with happiness.

We spent the rest of the morning packing up our clothes
and our most important possessions and loading them into Susan’s
car. I thought about taking the spare car which I used for work, but
it belonged to my father and could be considered stealing. I would
ask him about it later, and even offer to buy it from him. For the
time being, though, we’d make do with Susan’s car.

When we had it filled to capacity we drove to Route 88
and found a nice little motel only about a mile from the ocean. It
was clean and affordable, and not too far from our jobs. We unpacked
everything and stuffed it into the single large closet and dresser.
It would be cramped living for a few weeks, but that was okay; I
didn’t mind being cramped in with Susan one bit.

“Hey,” she said after we finally got
everything put away. “Before we go back for the rest of our
stuff, why don’t we try out our new bed?”

It was a great idea. I pulled her over to it and
kissed her, and then we were rolling around pulling each other’s
clothes off.

* * *

Well, I suppose I could go on for a little bit longer,
but that’s essentially the story I wanted to tell.

I’m 27 now, and Susan is 41. We lived in an
apartment for a few years and then bought a two bedroom condo near
the ocean. We’re still together and still very much in love.
She’s still just as beautiful, too. In fact, I honestly
believe she looks even better now that she did when I met her.