Lesbian Stepmother (8 page)

Lonna kept at it, having the time of her life. She
rubbed her whole face up and down along Abbie’s crotch, coating
herself in the younger woman’s juices. She worked her tongue
over the clit again and again while sliding her fingers in and out.

Suddenly Abbie’s legs kicked out and she grabbed
the shoulders of Lonna’s nightgown, pulling hard enough to rip
the fabric. She squealed when she did it, and twisted on the bed,
shuddering and smiling.

“
Wow!” Lonna exclaimed.

Abbie laughed, catching her breath. “Did I rip
your nighty?”

“
Don’t worry about the nighty, sweetie.”
Lonna climbed over her and took up a position beside her on the bed.
“How are you?”

Abbie was still smiling. “Never better.”

Lonna kissed her, wrapping her arms around her. They
hugged and rolled around for a moment, kissing each other happily.
After awhile they calmed down and then lay still, relaxing in a
mutual embrace. They were both sweaty, their hearts thumping in
rhythm.

“
We’ve got to do this again some time,”
Abbie said.

“
Are you kidding? We should do it every day.”

Abbie laughed, burying her face between Lonna’s
arm and breast. “That’ll work for me.”

They lay there resting and holding each other for a very
long time. Neither of them had the slightest desire to get up.

Chapter 10

The day had been virtually perfect for both of them, but
perfection didn’t last. Before they knew it, the clock read
4:30. They stared at it with apprehension, dreading what was coming.

“
Maybe he’ll have a car accident and die,”
Abbie said hopefully.

Lonna giggled, but there was no humor in it. “That
would certainly be handy.”

“
People do it every day.” They were sitting
on the couch, their hands clasped together. They had both taken
showers and gotten dressed, Lonna into faded jeans and a white
blouse, Abbie into her traditional all-black outfit which included
stockings and a low-cut skirt.

“
We can hope, but something tells me that damn car
will be gliding to a stop right in front of the house in about ten
minutes.”

“
What about a banana peel on the steps?”

Lonna smiled. “There must be
something
we can do.”

After a moment, Abbie asked a pertinent question. “In
all seriousness, Lonna, what are your long-term prospects regarding
your marriage?”

Lonna looked at her. “That’s a hell of a
question.”

Abbie nodded. “It’s an important one to
consider.”

Lonna was quiet for a little while, contemplating. She
shrugged. “I don’t see any way out of it.”

“
Would you miss him if he were to disappear?”

“
Abbie! I hope you’re not suggesting we do
something crazy.”

Abbie sighed. “I just don’t want him around
anymore. I’m tired of always having to hide in my room.”

“
You’re nineteen, sweetie. And it’s
his house. You’re not really trapped here.”

“
I can’t very well afford my own place.”

Lonna squeezed her hand. “I think you’re
moving too fast. Try and settle down a little. You’ve got a
decent home to live in, and your school is being paid for. And when
your father isn’t around, you’ve got me.”

“
I want you all the time!”

Lonna laughed, reaching up and wrapping her arm around
Abbie’s neck. She hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
“You’ve got to be reasonable.”

Abbie was pouting. “I don’t like the idea
of sharing you with him, either.”

“
I’ll bet he’d feel the same way.”

That made Abbie smile. “Fuck what he wants.
You’re mine!” She twisted on the couch, throwing one leg
up over Lonna’s and hugging her with both arms, her face buried
in the hollow of Lonna’s neck.

Lonna hugged back, squeezing tight. She rubbed Abbie’s
back with both hands. “Please try to be patient, sweetheart.
It’s going to be tricky for awhile.”

“
I’ll try.”

“
It’ll work out.”

“
I hope so.”

“
It will. I promise.” The sound of an
engine suddenly invaded the room, growing louder. As soon as it
peaked, it stopped. Lonna glanced at the clock. “Oh, good.
He’s a few minutes early.”

Abbie climbed off her lap. “What a treat.”

“
I’m sorry, Abbie.”

“
It’s not your fault.” She looked
into Lonna’s eyes. “I guess I’d better go hide in
my room.”

“
You’re making me feel terrible.”

“
I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I just
wish I could spend the rest of my birthday with you.” She
leaned into Lonna and kissed her.

“
I do, too.” Lonna placed a hand behind
Abbie’s head and pulled her back into another kiss, sliding her
tongue into Abbie’s mouth. Abbie moaned and climbed onto
Lonna’s lap, kissing her deeply and caressing her breasts
through the thin blouse.

Outside, a car door slammed.

Abbie sat up. “Fuckin’ shit!” The
expression on her face was one of pure fury.

Lonna rubbed her arm, lovingly. “Honey, I’m
so sorry!”

Abbie kissed her again, quickly, and then got to her
feet. “I’m sorry, too. You hang in there, Lonna. I
love you.”

Lonna smiled. She had tears in her eyes. “I love
you, too.”

Abbie disappeared into the hallway, leaving Lonna alone
on the couch. With Abbie gone, the room felt empty and dead.

Lonna took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. As
the screen door opened, she wiped her eyes with the back of one hand.

* * *

“
Hey,” Rick said, stepping in. In his left
hand he held an empty coffee cup. “TV busted?”

Lonna felt like she was in a bad movie. She tried to
feign a smile but couldn’t pull it off. “I thought we
were going out. I didn’t want to get caught up with
television.”

He stopped in the center of the room, gazing at her. “I
don’t know if we’re going out or not.” His eyes
shifted around. “Abbie home yet?”

“
I think she’s in her room.”

“
She say anything to you?”

“
Does she ever?”

Rick shrugged. “We had a little fight this
morning. I’m not really sure about dinner anymore. We out of
vodka?”

“
What’s that supposed to mean?”

“
You’re usually drinking by now.”

“
I thought we were going out. I didn’t know
not drinking would be a problem.”

“
It’s not. Just unusual, that’s all.”

Lonna got up. “Well, then I guess I’d
better make myself a drink.”

“
That’s not what I meant.” He sighed.
“God, why do I even come home?”

“
I don’t know,” Lonna muttered. She
stepped into the kitchen.

Rick followed her. “What’s that supposed to
mean?” He crushed his coffee cup and threw it in the trash.
“Are you sure you didn’t talk to Abbie? You seem annoyed
with me, too.”

The glasses she and Abbie had used for their morning
cocktails were still in the sink. It saddened Lonna to think their
wonderful morning together was now just a memory. She lifted one of
the glasses out and rinsed it under the tap. “You seemed
annoyed I wasn’t drinking.” She set the glass on the
counter and grabbed the bottle of vodka, twisting off the cap. It
was getting low, but there was another one in the cabinet.

“
I was making a joke.”

“
It didn’t sound like a joke. It was
mean-spirited.”

Rick threw his hands up in exasperation. “Forget
it. Let’s start over. Are we going out to dinner, or are we
staying home?”

Lonna got the ice cube tray from the freezer and began
plopping them into her glass. “How would I know? Isn’t
that between you and your daughter?”

“You’re my wife. I thought I’d
include you in the decision.”

“Well, it’s Abbie’s birthday. I
think it should really be her decision.” She brought the empty
tray to the sink and began running water into it. When it was full
she returned it to the freezer.

Rick was stalling, trying to figure out what to do. It
was obvious he didn’t want to confront Abbie. “You said
she’s in her room?”

“I’m guessing she is. I know she’s
home.”

“You want to do me a little favor?”

Lonna had retrieved the cranberry juice and was pouring
it into her glass. “Before you ask me to do you a favor, can I
ask what you two were fighting about this morning?”

“The damn iPod. Or Pad, or whatever. She knew
she wasn’t getting it, but she acted all pissed off anyway.”

“Maybe you should have gotten it for her.”

“I’m done talking about that. She’s
spoiled enough as it is.”

“Maybe you should try being nicer to her.”

“Are you going to do me a favor, or not?”

“What’s the favor?”

He sighed, rubbing his head. “Can you ask her if
she still wants to go to Mario’s?”

Lonna put the juice back in the refrigerator. “I
doubt she’ll want to go if she’s mad at you.”

“You’re probably right. The way she was
screaming at me this morning, I got the feeling she hated my guts.”
He glanced at her. “Now I know how you feel.”

Not quite
,
Lonna thought.

“Anyway, will you ask her? I notice you didn’t
cook anything.”

“I thought we were going out! Why would I cook
something? No one bothers to tell me anything.”

He frowned. “Sorry. I was going to call, but I
had to bust ass all day again.”

“And what do you think I did all day?”
Lonna had a brief flashback of Abbie looking up at her from between
her legs, her face dripping wet. The corners of her mouth turned up
in a little smirk.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing. I just don’t see why you would
expect me to cook when we had plans to go out.”

“I said I’m sorry. Will you ask her? If
she doesn’t want to go, we can order Chinese or something.”

Lonna stirred her drink, nodding. She took a little
sip. It was very strong, stronger than she usually made them. “I
suppose I could. But you know how she feels about me. We can
probably forget about going out.”

“Yeah, but could you ask her anyway? Otherwise
she’ll hold it against me. Tomorrow she’ll be whining
that she had really wanted to go.”

“Good thinking. This way your ass will be
covered, and you don’t even have to do anything.”

He glared at her. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“I’ll try. Do you want me to see if I can
influence her one way or the other?”

He shrugged. “Let her decide. It’s her
birthday.”

Lonna nodded and carried her drink down the hall.

Chapter 11

When Lonna reached Abbie’s bedroom door, she
knocked three times and called out loud enough for Rick to hear from
the living room, “Abbie? It’s me, your stepmother. I
know you don’t like me, but I need to ask you something.”

Seconds later there was a click and the door began to
open. Abbie’s face peeked out through the crack, looking at
her. Her eyes quickly scanned the hall and, seeing no one else, came
back to Lonna. She smiled, opening the door wider and stepping back.
“You know I don’t like you?”

Smiling, Lonna put a finger up to her lips. She
entered the room and shut the door behind her. “Does this
thing lock?” she whispered.

Abbie reached past her and turned a small dial on the
doorknob.

Lonna set her glass down on the small table and the two
of them embraced, squeezing each other tightly. “God, I missed
you already!” Lonna said softly.

Abbie giggled. “I missed you too!”

They unwound and shared a long kiss, both of them very
eager.

“I told you it would be okay,” Lonna said
softly. “He’s been home less than ten minutes, and we’re
back together already.” She smiled happily and kissed Abbie
again.

“But how long will it last?”

“As long as we want. I made a decision while I
was in there listening to him belittling me.”

“What was the decision?”

“The decision is, I no longer care what he
thinks.”

“You mean, you want us to just do whatever we
feel like, right in front of him?”

“Well, no. But this is your room. He’s
got no right to come in here. So, if you invite me in, and lock the
door, it’s none of his business what we’re doing.”

Abbie suddenly looked very happy. “He might
figure it out after awhile. When he realizes how close we are now.”