I was counting down the days till the end of school. I couldn’t stop thinking about how cool it was going to be when I finally moved out of my dad’s house and into the college dorms. Don’t get me wrong, I was going to miss him, but I was looking forward to the rules I made myself instead of having to abide by his for a change.
I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what he would say about this outfit I was wearing. He was always complaining about the clothes in my wardrobe being too tight, too skimpy or too sheer and after a while that sort of thing gets old pretty fast. My step mom, Valerie, saw me before I left this morning and didn’t say a word, just looked me up and down, told me I looked cute and let me be on my way. That’s one of the main reasons we got along so well; she never tried to mother me or anything, she was more like a friend. We shopped together most of the time and had almost the same taste in clothing. Her wardrobe was just as slutty as mine, but my dad never said a word about the way she dressed. In fact, he seemed to like the fact that she dressed the way she did.
But if it’s one thing I have to admit, Val was definitely hot. She was only in her thirties, but her body could rival any video vixen with her huge perky tits, flat stomach and perfectly round ass. Aside from her body she had a gorgeous face. My dad had definitely hit the jackpot when he married her. If I were his son I’m pretty sure I would’ve been getting boners at the breakfast table with what I got to look at in the morning. Val was the one who solidified it in my own head that I was definitely bisexual. There were nights when I fantasized about having her hard nipples in my mouth as I rubbed her clit with my finger, making her moan and scream. Sometimes I had to snap myself out of it and remind myself that what I was thinking was inappropriate, but I couldn’t help letting my mind wander. With her walking around the house practically naked all the time there was no way to just forget she was there. Any guy would be a fool to not want her.
There were times though that I got a feeling that she was flirting with me. She’d pat me on my ass playfully, but then would let her hand linger and rub over it. Her smile was seductive and she always gave me the same look after she did it. The sort of look that told me when a person wanted me. I’d seen that look just before a guy approached me for my number, but I told myself that it was all in my imagination. That it was my feelings I was projecting onto her, that there was no way she was into me in that way.
Even the way she said my name, “Lea…” made my heart flutter. It was like a light tinkling sound and I wanted to hear her scream it out for me. During times like those I had to snap myself out of it, tell myself that I couldn’t let my own fantasies run away with me before I did or said something that could be taken the wrong way one day.
I went upstairs to my room to undress and take a shower. There were pictures of Val everywhere in the house and in my current mood wasn’t helping with the thoughts that were running through my head. By the time the hot water hit me I was already too far gone and used the detachable showerhead to massage my clit. Even the orgasm I had in the shower didn’t seem to satisfy me. I wrapped a huge towel around me and went to my room to dry off. The house was still quiet so I naturally assumed I was the only one at home. I studied my body in the full length mirror in my room and compared it to Val’s. I wondered how we would look with our breasts touching and our hips grinding together. I let out a moan as I put my hands between my legs.
I thought of the way she always modeled her jewelry for me when she was about to go out somewhere and I wondered how I would look in some of her finer pieces, the ones that she never let me borrow and seemed to not even want me to touch. I knew where she kept all of them, even the really expensive ones that were in a separate place. I knew my dad, it was a Wednesday, he wouldn’t be home before 10PM and it was barely six. I had no clue where Val was.
I made my way to their room, still naked and a little damp from my shower, my hair cascading over my shoulders. I had a nice athletic body, toned muscles, and breasts that would easily fit into nearly any mouth comfortably which made believing that Val would hit on me all the more plausible. Men checked both of us out when we went anywhere together, even some females. And with me alone with my thoughts as I was, I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe…
Jackpot! I found her diamonds. I put on a necklace that looked like it should be a showpiece for some insanely expensive jeweler’s shop. I tried on the choker and then slid a ring on every finger, but before I could even reach for the Bulgari bracelet that could only be described as drool worthy, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I spun around out of reflex and stood with my mouth gaped open. There was Val staring at me. I felt glued to the floor.
“What are you doing in here?” Her eyes were cool and her arms were folded across her chest.
“I…I…I just wanted to try…them on.” I felt myself blush, my face and ears had run red hot, but my body was responding more to the sight of Val standing right before me as I stood naked, dripping in her diamonds, a fawn caught in the headlights.
“Didn’t I tell you never to touch those?” Val began to move closer to me, but I still couldn’t make a move.
“I’m sorry.” Was all I could mutter pathetically.
She was in my face by then, looking me square in the eyes, and I expected a hard slap across the face. When she reached up and grabbed my cheeks in the palm of her hand and squeezed I wasn’t sure what my punishment was going to be, but it couldn’t be good.
Then she released my cheeks and stepped back. I looked up at Val’s face shocked, only to see her smirking at me.
“You know, Lea, you look really good in those pieces,” the edge in Val’s voice was now replaced with something else that I couldn’t detect, but she didn’t sound angry and that much I was grateful for. “Why don’t you up and model them for me?” As she said it her hands went over my breasts and she lightly pinched my nipples that were already hard and a deep shade of pink. Her eyes never left mine and then she licked her lips and bit the corner of them. Now I was sure of what I saw in her eyes and I definitely wasn’t imagining it.
She sat down on the bed and crossed her long legs and I admired her pedicure and manicure. She must’ve just come back from shopping and the spa because she was absolutely glowing. The first couple of buttons on her blouse were open and I got a peak at her magnificent cleavage. I could smell her hair, sweet and freshly washed, from where I stood as I twirled around for her and an appreciate smile crossed her lips. I felt like a prime steak in front of a starving man, and I have to say, I kind of liked the feeling.