Stepmother

This was getting fascinating. Katelyn had lied about masturbating. She had actually never tried it. Now, seeing Sherry, hearing her sounds of pleasure, she was beginning to get interested. Sherry's whole body moved suddenly, as her fingers began to take shorter strokes, now directly rubbing up against her clitoris in quick, light movements. Her sounds became more vocal. Still, Katelyn had a job to do. She would explore what she had learned later, but she had an idea for how to scare Sherry right out of the house, maybe out of her life forever. She reached over and put her hand next to Sherry's.

At first, nothing happened, Sherry continuing on as if she had forgotten that she was in Katelyn's room, with Katelyn right in front of her. So she began to move her fingers back and forth along Sherry's lips, imitating the motions Sherry had made earlier. It felt weird, soft but firm at the same time, and very slippery. Was that Sherry responding to her? A faint change in the pitch of her moans? She kept it up, letting the tips of her fingers slide into Sherry's moist hole and out again. She was tingling, a yearning building within her. She clenched and unclenched the muscles around her own vagina, which felt good but only increased the tingling. Sherry's cries were building, increasing both in pitch and loudness.

"Stop! What are you doing?" She felt her hand pushed away. She had closed her eyes at some point. When she opened them, Sherry was sitting up and staring at her, her knees drawn up to her chest.

Katelyn just sat there, dumbstruck. What HAD she been doing? "I don't know," she answered honestly, perhaps the first honest thing she had said. "I guess I--I got carried away." What she had done both repulsed and attracted her. She had never in her short life even considered having sex with another woman.

By Sherry's expression, she was thinking much the same thing. "That was--that was a very bad thing to do, Katelyn," Sherry said quietly.

Katelyn was about to apologize and forget the whole thing, but a sudden impulse made her do otherwise. A tight knot of anxiety was bunched into her throat, but her heart beat wildly, excitedly. "No! No, it wasn't wrong. It felt wonderful! You liked it, I could tell."

Sherry's eyes softened at that. "You're right, I did like it. In fact, that's exactly what I was fantasizing about. And that is what I don't like about it. I'm an adult, and you are my boyfriend's daughter. Do you have any idea how wrong that is? You're just a child, Katelyn. How could I even think of it?"

Katelyn looked into Sherry's beautiful blue eyes. No wonder she had been so jealous: Sherry was one of the prettiest woman she had ever met. How could she ever compete with that? Well, now she wasn't competing. "Do this, for me," she said quietly. Sherry was still looking at her fearfully. It was incredible that a woman nearly twice her age could be so intimidated by her. "Just lay back, close your eyes, and let me love you. This is my choice to make." She gently pushed Sherry back down, the other woman offering only a token resistance. "Close your eyes," she repeated. This time, Sherry did so.

Katelyn undressed herself, feeling a giddy happiness as she did so. It wasn't exactly what she had thought her first time would be like, but it was fascinating and exciting nonetheless. She wanted to explore Sherry's body and all the ways of giving that body pleasure. She climbed up onto the bed and straddled Sherry, lowering herself down to feel the warmth of her skin. She kissed Sherry on the lips, clumsily. Sherry hadn't been expecting it. The second was much better, their lips holding together longer. The third time, Sherry opened her mouth slightly and Katelyn did the same. She mimicked the movements of Sherry's tongue, gliding them lightly together. Katelyn broke the kiss reluctantly and began to rove around Sherry's neck and shoulders, kissing the smooth, perfect skin and eliciting satisfied sighs from Sherry. She moved lower, coming up on Sherry's breasts. Again, she practiced what the other woman had shown her with her hands, coming at them roundabout, but finally taking the round nipple into her mouth lovingly.

Katelyn lingered there for some time. She had heard of women who could have orgasms just from having their breasts stimulated. But no, she wanted to experience it all. She trailed a hand across Sherry's chest and stomach as she got up, moving around to the foot of the bed. She began at Sherry's knees, applying sloppy, wet kisses all the way down her thigh. Sherry liked having her thighs kissed, so she lingered there, trailing the fingers of her hand teasingly along Sherry's lips. She was eager to move on to the next step, though. What will it taste like? she wondered, pausing less than an inch away. Only one way to find out. She ran her tongue experimentally up the inside of the labia. It had a tang, like citrus. Katelyn was delighted to discover that she liked the taste.

She began to run her tongue up and down the length of Sherry's pussy and alternately pulling and sucking at the lips. Sherry gave a soft moan, "More," she said. Katelyn increased the pressure and also began to pay more attention to her clit, now giving it a few quick swipes with her tongue every time she passed it. Sherry's moaning began to build, as it had when she had fingered herself. Suddenly, she slipped her hand down and began to move her fingers over and around her own clit. Not to be outdone, Katelyn moved in, pushing Sherry's hand aside to let her tongue take over. Balancing herself with one hand, she brought to other up to move into and out of Sherry as she had before.

"Oh, god," Sherry said in a low voice. "Oh, yes," she said as Katelyn put in a bit more pressure. She grabbed hold of Katelyn's hair to hold her there. Her moans had turned into little cries. She pushed her hips down and Katelyn obligingly pushed her fingers deeper inside. "Faster," Sherry breathed, and Katelyn began to pump her fingers more quickly. Sherry's whole body suddenly stiffened, her breath one long gasp. She let it out in a long, thin cry, her hips still moving in time with Katelyn's fingers. At last she relaxed, letting go of Katelyn's hair.

Katelyn climbed up and rested herself against Sherry's chest, her whole body electrified. That had been the most incredible experience she had ever had! It all made sense now, why sex was such a big deal. They lay together for some time, Sherry's eyes still closed, but a kind of glow lit up her face. Katelyn, in a way, felt totally content, complete in a way she had never felt before. In another way, she was anxious and excited, her body primed for its own session of lovemaking. But it wouldn't happen, yet.

"Katelyn?" Funny that she had switched to using her full name, now.

"Hmm?" Katelyn asked.

"That was crazy."

"Yeah."

"I've got to get up."

Katelyn moved off of her so that she could stand. Sherry gathered up her clothes, covering herself with them in a sudden bout of modesty. Then she all but fled the room. Katelyn heard her go into the bathroom and, a few minutes later, the shower started up. She roused herself off the bed--she had been getting drowsy--and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. She stepped inside. "Are you alright?" she asked. Sherry's indistinct form shown through the textured glass door.

Sherry didn't answer, so Katelyn repeated herself. "I'll get back to you," Sherry said finally. Katelyn shrugged and went back to her room to get dressed, the tingling between her thighs gradually fading.

Sherry went out after that, saying a quick, awkward goodbye to Katelyn. She seemed disturbed by what had happened, not that Katelyn blamed her. Was it that she was a girl, that she was fifteen, or that she was possibly her future stepdaughter? Probably all three. She herself was having a hard time coming to grips with the implications, but it felt right somehow. "Maybe I am a lesbian," she said aloud, testing the sound of it. Or maybe she was just trying to get back at her dad for spending so much time with Sherry. No, that didn't feel quite right. If that were the case, she wouldn't be having her mind keep wandering back to Sherry, to wondering what it would feel like to have Sherry make love to her. In fact, it had been jealousy that had kept her from seeing what a wonderful person Sherryl was in the first place.

The afternoon passed slowly. Katelyn fixed herself lunch and finding nothing worthwhile on the television. When her friends called her to ask about going out, though, she told them she couldn't. She needed to know that Sherryl was all right and stayed near the phone. It was nearly dark when Sherry finally got back. She had been grocery shopping, and it looked like she had been crying. Katelyn helped her carry them in, for once without being asked.

"So what did you do today?" Sherry asked. She was cutting up some vegetables for a stirfry. There was something about her tone that Katelyn didn't like. It was too lighthearted.

"Oh, nothing, really," she answered truthfully.

"Your dad wants to take us out to a nice dinner when he gets back. A very, very nice dinner. That's why I think he's going to propose to me. We've been talking about marriage since before I moved in, you know."

"What have YOU been doing all day?" Katelyn asked suddenly. She was starting to get angry that Sherry was trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

Sherry stopped what she had been doing, took a deep breath, then continued, chop, chop, chop. "I went shopping."

Katelyn got up and walked up next to her. "You've been crying, haven't you?"

Sherry looked over at her. Tears were trickling down her face. She sobbed, "God, Kate, what have I done?" In that moment, that flash of fear and self-loathing in Sherry's face, Katelyn knew that she loved her completely and wanted nothing more than to make those feelings go away.

"You let me love you," Katelyn said simply. She took Sherry's hand. It smelled like water chesnuts and ginger. She kissed it, then rubbed her cheek against it. "And I do love you."

Sherry shook her head. "We have to think this through..."

"Don't think," Katelyn told her. "Just love me in return."

Sherry looked at her, lip trembling. "God, I want to..." she whispered.

"Then do it!" And with that, Katelyn pulled her out of the kitchen and into the living room. She sat down on the sofa, bringing Sherry with her. She ran her fingers through the smooth brown hair. It had a faint, flowery smell that was extremely feminine and alluring. "We were meant to be together," she breathed into her ear. She gave it a playful nibble. "We were meant to find each other." Her hand slipped around and began to undo the buttons of Sherry's dress. "Now I want you to make love to me. Show me that you love me too. Please, Sherryl."

And from there, Sherry took over, undressing Katelyn slowly and kissing each new exposed area of flesh as she did so. Katelyn was seated on the couch, her head tilted back to rest on the top, Sherry kneeling on the floor in front of her. Even after she was completely naked, Sherry teased her mercilessly, getting her hotter and hotter with anticipation until she couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me, Sherry!" she finally said, nearly a scream, grabbing hold of Sherry's hair as she had done earlier to hold her mouth against her aching clit. She felt it begin to build up at once, a warm, wonderful tension in the lower half of her body. She closed her eyes and floated, letting the feeling build, higher and higher. She was close now, her own cries bursting out of her almost involuntarily, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." And then it happened, like a warm wave flowing outward to crash again and again through the rest of her body. "Oh, Sherry, Sherry, Sherry," she said as it faded, feeling light-headed.

Sherry leaned over her and planted a long, passionate kiss on her lips. Katelyn tasted her own juices on the others lips and tongue, making her think longingly of Sherry's similar taste. Sherry gave her a lighter kiss on the cheek. "Stay here, love," she said, "I'm going to wash up and finish dinner.

Katelyn nodded, giving her a dreamy grin. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, Sherry has shaking her shoulder gently to wake her. "It's ready," she said. She had brought the food out to her and set it on the coffee table. They were both still naked.

"You know what?" Katelyn asked, sliding her hand up between Sherry's thighs. Food could wait. "There's something I've been wanting to try."

"You've tried this before," Sherry laughed.

"Something else. You said before you like to be on top, right?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"Well," Katelyn said, lying down across the couch, "we'll eat later. Get on top."

Sherry straddled her obligingly, her legs on either side of Katelyn's head, then leaned forward, settling into a comfortable 69. Katelyn quickly realized the difficulty with this setup: it was hard to concentrate! They tried using a routine of alternating, each one stimulating the other for a while, then trading off. "Betcha I can make you come first," she said to Sherry challengingly. And with that, they both dove into the task full-force, no longer alternating, each trying to bring the other over the edge. Katelyn tried to hold it back somehow, but her own body betrayed her and she came in a rush of sensation that was, if anything, stronger than the first one and seemed to linger tinglingly at her extremities. A moment later, without even being touched by Katelyn, Sherry also came, her whole body shaking as she cried out.

As soon as her own orgasm had subsided, Katelyn began to work at Sherry once again, and Sherry began to do the same for her. This time, it was Sherry who came first, more gently this time, her body going limp for a moment before she finished Katelyn off for the second time in a more intense and more lingering climax.

"I'd call that a tie," she said, turning around to lie herself down next to and across Katelyn. "I didn't know I could even have multiple orgasms."

The rest of the two weeks was a happy blur. Katelyn would awaken in the morning, Sherry's deliciously warm body cupped into the curve of her body. Sometimes she would begin to make slow, languid love to her as she awoke. At other times, she would simply lie there, watching her sleep. Katelyn knew she was in love. Sherry, though, still seemed confused. Once, when Katelyn asked her what she was going to do when her father got home, she burst into tears and left the house for several hours, as she had done after their first time. When she returned, her lovemaking was fierce, almost possessive. Finally, the day they had both been secretly dreading approached. Sherry was very quiet the night before, and busied herself with looking for and eliminating any signs of what had happened. It made Katelyn sad, in a way. Sherry must have decided to go ahead with marrying her father and to keep their affair a secret. Katelyn wondered what that was going to be like, having a stepmother that you were secretly in love with.

The morning came when Katelyn's dad was due back. Katelyn had only just awoken when he announced his arrival. It took her a moment to recall that Sherry had returned to her dad's bedroom. Though she felt oddly guilty, she ran to meet her dad anyway, letting him hug her tightly to him. He was talking excitedly about the sights he had seen in Europe when his voice suddenly trailed off. Katelyn followed his gaze to a note posted to the refrigerator.

"I love you so much, which is what makes this so hard. I can't stay here any more. Things just can't work out. I wish it could be otherwise. I'll remember the time we had together always. I'm sorry. Sherry."

She hadn't bothered to address who the note was for, but Katelyn knew. It was meant for both of them.