When she came Annabel
lost her balance and flopped over onto the floor so hard that Carla was
worried she might have hurt herself. Annabel insisted that she was
alright, though. “Nothing wounded but my pride,” she said, echoing a
phrase that was a favorite of her father’s.
Carla helped Annabel up
and led her upstairs. At the top of the stairs Annabel excused herself
for a few seconds and ran into her room. When she returned, her collar
was back in its rightful place. Carla smiled widely. “Good girl,” she
said.
They adjourned to Carla’s
room and went at it every which way: pussy-licking, 69, strap-on, face
dildo. Carla was pleased to see that Annabel was really starting to
shed her inhibitions. In fact it was she who’d gone into the drawer and
gotten the face dildo, then dropped to her knees in front of Carla.
Afterward they were both
starving and neither had the energy left to cook, so they decided to
go out. After a quick shower they headed to Carla’s favorite sushi
place. The food seemed to take forever — possibly just because they
were so hungry — but when it came it was fantastic.
Annabel couldn’t
remember when she’d been so happy. Here she was with her beautiful
stepdaughter/lover, eating a delicious meal, body still buzzing with
sexual ecstasy. Sighing with pleasure at almost every bite, she put
away the sushi like it was going out of style.
Carla was no slouch in
the sushi-eating department either. She remembered hearing once that
anyone who liked sushi also liked to eat pussy. It was certainly true
in her own case, and apparently in Annabel’s as well.
When the sushi was gone
they both sat back, sighing contentedly. They’d overordered but the
food was so good that they’d finished it anyway.
Carla was happy too,
though a part of her was suspicious of anything that resembled cozy
domesticity. She reminded herself that she was, after all, in charge of
this situation, and that it didn't have to be anything she didn’t want
it to be.
As they lay in bed
together that night, Annabel finally did something she’d been wanting
to do for awhile now: Plucked up her courage and told Carla about
Dylan. Carla’s reaction was immediate and decisive: “Well shit, invite
her over to dinner. As soon as possible. Why didn’t you tell me about
this sooner?"
Carla was pleased for
two reasons. First, because Annabel was now going out into the world and
reeling in women that she’d never have found otherwise. Second, because
Annabel had known better than to fuck anyone without her permission.
The next day was not one
of Annabel’s normal yoga days, but she went to the studio anyway,
hoping that Dylan would be there too. She arrived just as the first
class of the morning was starting, but was disappointed to see no
redheads in the crowd.
Afterward she dawdled at
the studio’s juice bar, keeping one eye on the door. She had just about
given up when Dylan appeared. They smiled at each other and hugged;
Dylan sensed immediately from Annabel’s demeanor that something had
changed.
After a minute of small
talk Annabel blurted out, “Can you come to dinner tonight?” Then,
realizing that she needed to clarify, she added, “With, um, me and my
stepdaughter.”
As it happened, Dylan’s
husband had been away on location all week, so she was not just horny
but lonely. She happily accepted the invitation, even though she would
rather have had Annabel to herself.
Annabel walked away
feeling proud of herself for being so assertive and excited about that
evening, but also wondering — as she so often had lately — what exactly
she was getting herself into.
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